The Thief Diver’s Forced Head Shaving! by Hamed Bezani

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Hamed was a skinny, fairly tall street thug who lived in an old rundown trailer near the shore. He made money from petty theft and all kinds of small, dirty criminal jobs. One of his hobbies was diving off the beach, although sometimes he used his diving skills not for fun, but for his criminal schemes.
For several days, Hamed had been keeping an eye on a small ship anchored a little way offshore. From what he had found out, the ship was carrying smuggled cargo, including elephant ivory. Hamed had figured he would make his way to the ship at night, steal whatever he could carry, and get back before anyone noticed.
That night, at 3 a.m., Hamed went down to the beach. He took off his clothes, put on his diving suit, strapped on his oxygen tank and mask, and pulled the diving hood tightly over his head. Only his eyes could be seen through the small opening of the tight latex hood beneath the mask. In the darkness, he looked more like a masked robber than an ordinary diver.
Then he entered the water and headed toward the ship.
Everything went according to plan. Hamed reached the ship, climbed aboard, and quietly made his way to the cargo area. A few moments later, he started gathering anything that looked worth stealing.
But there was one thing he hadn't counted on.
Two members of the crew were still aboard.
Suddenly, one of them appeared behind Hamed.
Hamed turned around and was just about to run when the second man blocked his way too. They struggled for a while, and eventually the two men caught Hamed and took everything he had stolen away from him.
Desperate, Hamed said
"Come on, guys, let's work something out..."
One of the men angrily replied
"Shut the f*** up, asshole."
They made him sit down on an old chair.
One of the men said
"Let's see what the f*** he looks like!"
Then he reached out and pulled Hamed's diving hood off his head.
Hamed's hair suddenly sprang out.
His ridiculous, spiky hairstylea sharp, spike-like mohawk that had been pressed flat under the tight diving hoodpopped straight back up on his head.
The two men stared at it for a few seconds.
One of them laughed.
"Well, well, well. We got ourselves a punk pirate?"
Hamed nervously tried to flatten his hair back down.
"Yeah, I'm a criminal thug, but please, I'm begging you, don't do anything to me!"
The second man looked at the mohawk and said
"I think this dumb-ass thief needs a proper punishment."
He pulled a frightening device out of a cabinet a hair clipper!
Hamed immediately understood what he meant.
"No, no, wait! I'll give back everything I took!"
But it was already too late.
One of the men picked up the clipper. Hamed was still protesting when the machine switched on.
"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."
The horrible buzzing and vibration of the clipper filled the space around them.
Without saying another word, the man pressed the clipper against Hamed's mohawk and started shaving.
Chunks of hair fell to the floor one after another.
"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."
Hamed's tall, ridiculous mohawk disappeared very quickly. The man ran the clipper over the front, back, and both sides of Hamed's head until not even a trace of his old hairstyle remained.
When he was finished, Hamed's head had been shaved completely evenly with a number zero. Only an extremely short layer of rough stubble remained, making his scalp feel like sandpaper.
The two men looked at their work.
One of them slowly ran his palm over Hamed's freshly shaved head.
"Frrrrrr..."
He rubbed his hand over Hamed's head again, this time from the front toward the back.
"Frrrrrr..."
The second man also ran his hand over Hamed's rough scalp and examined the result from another angle.
"Frrrrrr..."
Both of them seemed completely satisfied with the even, rough number-zero shave.
Hamed stood there stunned, slowly raising his hand toward his freshly shaved head.
"F***..."
The men gathered up the cut-off hair and dumped it into a plastic bag. One of them took the bag, shoved it into the pocket of Hamed's diving suit, and said
"And here's your souvenir from today!"
Then they put the diving hood and mask back over his shaved head.
Hamed was still standing there in shock, not knowing what to say. He hadn't even seen his new face yet it was obvious that the change from a mohawk to a bald head was f***ing drastic!
One of the men said
"Now get the f*** out of here, pirate."
Before Hamed could say another word, the man delivered a hard, perfectly aimed kick straight to his flat, skinny, latex-covered ass, while almost at the same time the other man smacked him on the back of his rough, latex-covered head with his hand, sending the unlucky thief flying toward the water.
A few moments later, Hamed was making his angry way back toward the shore.
On the way, he thought to himself
"I went onto that ship with f***ing hair on my head, and I'm getting thrown out with my head shaved and a kick in the ass!"
Then he remembered his shaved-off hair, still stuffed inside the plastic bag in his pocket.
When he reached his hideout, he took off all his diving equipment except the tight latex diving pants. Then he went and stood in front of the full-length mirror.
For several seconds, he simply stared at his reflection.
He turned his head from side to side.
His f***ing mohawk was completely gone.
Hamed ran his hand over his freshly shaved, rough scalp.
"I only went out for one little robbery..."
He rubbed his head again.
"And I ended up a f***ing bald pirate!"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Hamed stepped away from the mirror in surprise and opened the door.
Arash was standing outside. Arash had straight, neatly styled brown hair, cut relatively short on the sides and gradually getting longer on top, reaching almost ten centimeters, and he had a funny-looking face.
The moment Arash saw Hamed, he froze for a few seconds.
Then he burst out laughing.
"Hamed! Why the f*** are you bald?!"
Hamed, rubbing his smooth, rough, oval-shaped and well-formed shaved head, said
"They shaved me!"
Arash kept staring at him.
Hamed, standing there with that f***ing look on his face, angrily told him the whole story from beginning to endfrom the ship and its smuggled cargo, to getting caught, having his mohawk shaved off, getting kicked in the ass and smacked on the back of the head, and finally being thrown toward the water.
Arash listened to the whole story. He shook his head and occasionally started laughing.
But as Hamed told him what had happened, Arash's expression changed. He was angry about what had happened to his friend, but at the same time, he was also a little turned on by it.
Arash gave Hamed's freshly shaved, oval-shaped, well-formed head a hungry look. Then his eyes moved over Hamed's body, his hollowed-in muscular stomach, and for a moment lingered on his latex pants.
He took one step closer.
He reached out and grabbed the back of Hamed's freshly shaved, rough head, looked straight into the eyes of this thug-like, shaved little bastard, and with a wicked grin said
"Any dumb-ass who goes stealing with a f***ing ridiculous hairstyle like that, the first thing they do is shave his head! Bald pirate!"

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