Sticky Joke: Hoodlum Punishment Shave by Hamed Bezani

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In a tiny one-room suite, two completely different guys lived together.
The first was a skinny, tall twenty-two-year-old named Hamed. He had an earring in one ear, wore a black studded shirt with an eagle design on the back, and tight, low-rise leather pants that hugged his skinny legs and flat ass. He kept his hair stiff and spiky on top of his head in a ridiculous punk hairstyle that looked like a rooster's crest.
One look at Hamed was enough to tell you that he was exactly the kind of punk hoodlum who could use a good lesson every now and then.
The second was a young man the same age as Hamed, named Kian. He was a handsome and lovable guy with straight chestnut hair and a cute, sweet face.
Hamed was always messing with Kian and acting like a tough-ass hoodlum around him. Of course, Kian was by no means nave either, and he had caught Hamed in embarrassing and private situations many times he had even once seen him in front of the mirror while he was masturbating, having pulled his long, slender dick out through the opening of his pants, stroking and moving it while examining himself in the mirror from different angles. Even stranger, Hamed had not been embarrassed at all instead, he had calmly continued what he was doing as usual and had even asked Kian to help him! That was why Kian quickly realized that embarrassing Hamed was not an easy thing to do.
Kian was the mouse, and Hamed was the hunter. Or at least, that's how Hamed liked to see things. Of course, Kian wasn't stupid either.
Hamed was the kind of hoodlum who felt like something was missing from his life if he didn't bother someone for a few minutes. And most of the time, Kian was the poor guy who got stuck with the job, simply because he was always there.
Sometimes Hamed teased him with smart-ass remarks and stupid hoodlum jokes. Sometimes he moved Kian's things around. And sometimes, whenever he got bored, he decided to tell Kian a joke.
The only problem was that Hamed had absolutely no talent for telling jokes.
One day, Hamed was sprawled out on the bed, wearing an expression as if he were about to perform the greatest comedy masterpiece of the century. He looked at Kian and said
"Wanna hear a joke?"
Kian was busy doing his calculations and didn't even look up.
Hamed didn't wait for an answer.
"One day, a worm goes to the gym, and after a while it turns into a dick!"
A few seconds of silence followed.
Hamed carefully watched Kian's face, hoping to see some sign of laughter.
Nothing.
Kian continued doing his own thing.
A little surprised by Kian's complete indifference, Hamed said
"Okay... that one wasn't very good. I'll tell you a better one."
And without waiting for permission, he went straight to his second joke
"One day, some guy's dick gets torn off, so he replaces it with a wooden stick. Then he starts jerking off, and the damn stick catches fire."
Kian gave Hamed only a quick glance and lowered his head again.
Hamed realized he still wasn't giving up.
He paused for a moment, as if he were searching through the greatest masterpieces in history in his mind for joke number three. Then he said
"Wait. This one's really f***ing funny!"
"One day, a slipper and a dick were sitting around complaining to each other.
The slipper said, 'People are assholes. They step on us, wear us, treat us like garbage, and when we get old and worn out, they throw us in the trash.'
The dick said, 'That's nothing compared to what they do to us. They shove us into all kinds of tight, dark holes, keep moving us back and forth, then left and right, spinning us around in there, and they don't pull us out until we puke!'"
Hamed looked at Kian with complete satisfaction, as if he were absolutely certain he had just delivered the comedy masterpiece of the century.
But Kian merely sighed.
Hamed opened his mouth again.
"Okay, now for joke number"
Kian suddenly looked up and cut him off
"Shut up, Hamed! I'm doing my calculations! Otherwise, I'll come over there and kick you right in the ass!"
Hamed stayed silent for a few moments.
Then he muttered
"Okay... but my fourth joke was way better."
Without even looking at him, Kian replied
"I don't even wanna know!"
Hamed finally shut up.
At least for a few minutes.
The days went on like this, and every time Hamed got bored, Kian had to prepare himself for another one of Hamed's so-called "comedy masterpieces."
One day, after Hamed had been acting far too much like a street thug, Kian decided it was time to teach him a proper lesson.
At the same time, Kian had always been curious to see what this stupid punk hoodlum would look like if those ridiculous spikes and rooster-like crest on his head were completely shaved off.
So a simple plan came to his mind.
Hamed had a container of hair gel that he used to keep his ridiculous hair standing up. Kian secretly emptied it and replaced it with liquid glue.
Completely unaware of what had happened, Hamed used it as usual.
At first, he loved the result.
"Damn, my hair looks f***ing great!"
And it really did look better than ever.
The spikes stood even straighter and stiffer than usual.
Hamed stared at his reflection for a moment, completely fooled by the trick, and then left the apartment to get on with his usual business.
He spent the whole day wandering around, acting like a hoodlum, getting himself into trouble, and hanging out with a few of his thug friends.
But after a while, he noticed something strange about his hair it had become unbelievably stiff.
At first, Hamed thought that was actually pretty damn good.
Then he touched his hair.
It didn't move.
He ran his fingers through it.
Nothing.
He tried pushing the spikes down.
Nothing.
He wet them.
Still nothing.
That damn glue had basically glued his hair together into one solid mass.
Finally, after trying everything he could think of, Hamed gave up and went to a barbershop.
Hamed sat down in one of the waiting chairs and stretched out his long legs. From the outside, there was no sign of what had happened to his hair.
Inside the barbershop, another customer was sitting under the barber's hands, getting his hair cut. The customer had straight, attractive brown hair that drew attention, especially when the barber used a special brush to move the freshly cut hair aside and the strands fell softly over one another. Eventually, the haircut was finished. The customer paid and left.
At the same time, another young customer walked in and sat down after Hamed to wait for his turn.
Now it was Hamed's turn. He explained the problem to the barber. The barber was a short, fat, bearded man.
The barber listened, stared at Hamed's stiff, mohawk-like hair, and finally pointed toward the barber chair.
Hamed reluctantly sat down. His long legs, along with his whole outfit and tough-guy look, made him look even more out of place there.
The barber began trying to save the hoodlum's hair.
He tried combing it.
He tried separating the spikes.
He tried different products.
He worked on the hardened hair from different angles.
Nothing worked.
Even a plastic comb snapped loudly with a sharp "crack!" and broke into two pieces right in the middle of Hamed's hair.
Hamed stared at the broken comb.
The barber stared at the broken comb too.
Neither of them said a word.
The next customer was listening carefully too.
The cute young customer's already adorable face became even cuter as he followed the conversation between Hamed and the barber, his surprised expression making him look more and more irresistibly sweet. You really had to be there to understand exactly what I mean!
After a series of desperate attempts, each stranger than the one before, the barber finally sighed and said
"There's only one way left."
Hamed narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
The barber pointed at the clippers.
"We shave it."
Hamed's eyes widened.
"What? You mean I have to go bald?!"
He resisted.
He argued.
He complained and grumbled.
He tried to find another solution.
But there was no other way.
Finally, Hamed had no choice but to give in.
The clippers switched on.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"
Hamed stared at the mirror in disbelief and annoyance as the barber began destroying his beloved rooster crest.
Little by little, those ridiculous spikes disappeared.
His familiar punk silhouette vanished.
And underneath it, a completely different head began to emerge.
Hamed watched his transformation in the mirror, from his proud, spiky rooster crest to a completely bald head.
As pieces of his glued-together hair were cut away and fell down, he stared at himself in the mirror.
Then he deliberately made his face look ugly and scary.
He thought that if he was going to lose his hair, he could at least make himself look as tough and intimidating as possible, so the transformation wouldn't seem quite so brutal.
The barber continued.
More hair disappeared.
Finally, the entire head was shaved.
But the barber still wasn't satisfied.
To make absolutely sure that not a single hair remained, he ran the clippers over Hamed's scalp again and again.
Because the barber was short, he had to keep bending forward to see every part of Hamed's head.
Sometimes, while he was working, his short, rough beard rubbed against Hamed's rough scalp, and the two rough surfaces scraped against each other.
"Khrkhrkhrkhr."
Finally, after making absolutely sure that not a single hair remained on the head of this street hoodlum, the barber stepped back. He ran his hand from front to back and from back to front over Hamed's head, and once again the rough stubble of his beard scraped against Hamed's freshly shaved scalp.
Finally, the barber ran the clippers over the hoodlum's head again and again in different directions to make sure there was absolutely no trace of hair left.
What remained was a well-shaped oval head with a rough, sandpaper-like surface, and Hamed's own angry, tough expression staring back at him from the mirror.
The barber removed the cape.
Hamed stood up.
He shook his head.
Then he walked over to the full-length mirror.
Hamed stood in front of the full-length mirror and pushed his hips forward, examining his newly shaved head from different angles.
With an unhappy expression, he stared at himself, examined his head from every angle, ran his hand over it, and scratched the back of his head.
The barber was preparing the chair for the next customer, while that customer looked Hamed up and down in surprise, swallowed hard, and sat down in the chair.
The combination of Hamed's clothes and his new head was truly shocking.
His clothes screamed thug and punk.
His head screamed freshly shaved soldier or prisoner.
Hamed continued staring at himself in disbelief.
The barber ran his hand over Hamed's rough scalp one more time.
"Khrkhrkhrkhr!"
The rough stubble scraped beneath his palm.
The barber straightened Hamed's collar.
The customer, sitting in the barber chair, continued watching Hamed through the mirror. Hamed paid and walked out of the barbershop with his freshly shaved head.
Hamed muttered angrily about his f***ing luck and headed home.
But Kian was waiting.
He was completely ready to see the result of his little plan.
The moment Hamed walked into the apartment, Kian looked up.
His eyes immediately landed on Hamed's freshly shaved head.
A big smile spread across his face.
"Hi there, freshly shaved idiot!"
Hamed froze on the spot.
For a few moments, he simply stared at Kian.
Then he understood.
That cute little bastard had done it.
Kian had made Hamed have his beloved rooster crest shaved off completely.
"You!"
Hamed lunged at him, ready to grab the little bastard and teach him a lesson.
But Kian might have been handsome and cute, but he wasn't defenseless.
He had trained in kung fu.
The moment Hamed reached him.
Kian slipped past the attack, ducked low, his chestnut hair bouncing right in front of Hamed's face, dropped into a crouch, andBAM!drove a fairly hard punch straight below Hamed's balls!
That bulge in the front of Hamed's pants had always both annoyed and aroused Kian. In Kian's mind, that bulge was the root of all Hamed's thug behavior.
With his cute face and seemingly innocent hair, Kian had always considered that spot an ideal target.
Hamed immediately grabbed the area with both hands, pushing his waist and ass forward as he reacted to the blow.
Before Hamed could recover, Kian delivered a solid blow to the back of his freshly shaved head.
"Thub!"
Then came the third and final move.
Kian kicked Hamed hard in the ass, right on those tight leather pants.
Three moves, almost one right after another
A punch below the balls.
A blow to the rough back of his freshly shaved head.
And a direct kick to his leather-clad ass.
Then Kian ran.
As he ran, he laughed and shouted
"That's your prize for your f***ing new look! Enjoy it!"
Hamed, still clutching his balls with one hand, glared angrily at him.
"You little bastard! You got my head shaved! When I catch you, I'll deal with you!"
Kian was almost out the door when he shouted
"Hamed, congratulations! You're officially just a shaved hoodlum with a useless dick nowjust like your jokes!"
"If you start acting like a thug again, I'll break your dick so you won't even be able to jerk off!"
A little later, Hamed looked at himself in the mirror again.
The sudden transformation of his appearance, from those stiff rooster-like spikes to a rough, sandpaper-like bald head, was still shocking to him.
The pain from Kian's blows, especially that damn punch to his balls, was still there.
Even so, Kian's handsome face kept appearing in Hamed's mind, especially when he performed his martial-arts moves and his hair bounced up and down with every movement.
Hamed thought, Kian will have to come back by tonight anyway!
Then Hamed's eyes fell on the bottle of hair gel the same bottle that was now filled with liquid glue.
But right beside it was another container.
Apparently untouched and clean.
Hair wax.
The same stuff Hamed used to use to make his rooster crest shiny was now completely useless.
Hamed looked at it.
"Well... I don't have any hair left to style."
Then he thought, But this hair wax is so greasy and slippery! I think there's still something else I can style with it.
"Kian could come back at any moment!"
Of course, he would have to be careful and hope that the hair wax really was untouched and hadn't been replaced with some other sticky substance too!!!
Yes, once the hair was gone, the stuff that had once been used to keep his mohawk standing had found an entirely different purpose.

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