Bald as F*** - The End by Patrick

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Part 11

They entered the tattoo shop in silence. Patrick was terrified, yet excited at the same time. Grant was greeted by a muscle head tattoo artist that was completely covered by ink. Everything from his neck to his fingers, his face and even his head….. all covered in ink. Grant introduced the artist to Patrick as Spike. Grant said that Spike was a great friend, and client, of his that came in to get his head shaved every three days, to showcase his amazing head ink.

Patrick noticed that Spike's handshake was firm and meant business, and he knew he was in trouble. Patrick noticed that not a soul was in the shop except the three of them and that he wondered why that was. He asked Grant why there was no one there and Grant replied:

"Not that it's any of your f***ing business boy, but Spike here gives me a deal on my tats because I give him a deal on his shaves. Since you and I are now together, he is extending the same benefits to you. He doesn't want you embarrassing me with not having any ink on you.” Then Grant grabbed the back of Patrick's head and kissed him deeply, broke free, and said: "Trust me,” then winked.

At that moment Patrick would do anything Grant asked of him. He was going to stay bald as f*** indefinitely and now he was going to be the skinhead both he and Grant wanted him to be.

"Since you are a teacher, we are going to start slow at first. We don't want the kiddies to get too scared. Over time we will find you a better progressive school to work at, or better yet, change your career all-together.” Grant said

Patrick was pushed into the chair that was directly in front of him. Both men were to his side and there was no getting out of this. This was his life now, this is what he chose…. And it was making his heart race, in a good way. Patrick sat there immobile, his cock growing, and his boots tight. Grant came in front of him and pulled his shirt off and threw it to the ground.

"Pretty soon you won't need a shirt. You'll have as many tats as I do. Your ink will be your shirt.” Grant said

Patrick closed his eyes and moaned. Then he felt it…. Handcuffs attached to the chair were strapped to his wrists.

"Just in case.” Grant said, and winked. "Now let's get this s**t on the road. I have to be back at the shop in three hours.”

Part 12

Patrick sat there as his manly fur was shaved off of his chest. He wanted to speak up but knew better. Not only did he not want to disappoint Grant, but he didn't want to disobey him. Grant saw the concern in Patrick's eyes and spoke:

"Only for the inking, boy. The hair will grow back. I don't want a smooth twink as my boy anyway. You'll be full of ink…. Under a pelt of fur.”

Patrick seemed relieved and then it happened. The swallow stencils were applied to Patrick's neck, just as Grant had promised him. They were technically on his neck, but still low enough to cover them up, aside from the tip of one wing, if he were to button his s**t up all the way. Patrick was not even given the opportunity to see if they were positioned right, but Grant spoke:

"Perfect Spike…. Get to work. Clean lines and I want color on them. Now Go!”

Spike nodded and turned to Patrick. He smiled and said:

"This may hurt boy, but if you can get through this, you can get through anything.”

Patrick's cock started leaking at that very moment again. There they were. Two hot bald men covered in ink, and now they were making him one of them. He closed his eyes as he heard the high pitched noise of the needle and felt it.

The first penetration was intense. He wanted to jump out of the seat but Grant was holding his shoulders down from behind, and he was still cuffed to the chair. There was no way this was not going to happen. He screamed in pain at first and Grant slapped him hard.

"Shut the f*** up, boy! Man up and stop being a pussy!!!!!”

Grant then shoved the union jack bandana he carried in his left pocket in Patrick's mouth.

"That'll shut you the f*** up,” he said.

Spike worked quickly et carefully. His work was meticulous and artistic. He was a true artist and his work reflected it. He was done in no time. He asked Grant if he should show Patrick and he said no, not yet. Then he said that he should refer to him as Boomer; that was to be his new skinhead name.

Boomer… Patrick thought….. he liked it. He liked it a lot.

"Now we need some more ink on that sad shaved and sniveling little poor excuse for a skinhead.” Grant said

Part 13

Grant next barked Spike to start working on Patrick's sleeve. He said they were going to start with the right arm and they were going to work from there. Spike asked if he wanted the sleeve to end at a certain spot, and spike said no.

"All the way down to the wrist. We need some ink peaking out even if he wear s shirt buttoned all the way down. He needs to constantly be reminded of his new life; a life he was destined to live; a life with me.”

Spike started free-handing an elaborate labyrinth of lines on Patrick's arm. He started at the wrist and worked up to the elbow. The details were amazing. It was a tribal design, without actually being a tribal tattoo. There were geometric elements to it that Patrick loved and then there were cartoonish designs incorporated. It all went together very well.

The pain was unbearable at first, but after a few minutes, the numbness kicked in.

When Spike was done with the right arm, he went to the left and did the mirror image on that one. Patrick was in total disbelief and then he realized this was really happening. Grant was circling the whole time inspecting the work to make sure it met his needs, and standards. Grant seemed impressed, and that made Patrick….errrr Boomer, happy.

Spike filled in the parts that needed to be filled in and stopped. Three hours had passed quickly and Grant was already packing up. He removed the hankie from Boomer's mouth and spoke:

"Thank Spike, boy! We will be back next week at the same time… earlier even; now that you know the importance of being on time!”

Patrick was released from the chair and could barley stand. He still felt numb, but saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked harder, and tougher… .like no one would dare ever f*** with him. The most striking part was that he was still bald; and he loved it.

"Let's go to the shop, boy. We need to polish that dome up. You're my first customer. In time, you'll learn how to do it yourself. NOW HURRY THE F*** UP!!!!”

Patrick threw on his black t shirt and ran after Grant, who had already left. He loved this man and would do anything for him.

Part 14

They walked quickly towards the shop…. Luckily it was only a few blocks north of the tattoo shop. Boomer made sure to walk behind Grant, the way a good boy should. He knew not to upset Grant and knew that this would make him happy.

AT the shop, Grant pushed the door open after unlocking it and shut the door behind him. He flipped the sign to say "Open” and rolled up the blinds.

"SIT!” he said, pointing to the chair that Boomer was now starting to remember.

The only different was that Grant wasn't making him strip. Grant rummaged around a bit and pulled out those dark red Wahl shavers that he had used before.

"We gotta clean up the slight stubble from the morning. You're hair grows like weeds. We may need to shave you, and polish you, twice a day.” Grant said.

The high-pitched shaver sounded all to familiar and Boomer closed his eyes as they landed on his head….. surprisingly only going over the fringe that was growing back. He knew the top where the MPB was so expertly crafted would take a while to grow back, but he still yearned for the shaver to go over the whole head. To his surprise, Grant obliged, as if he knew what Boomer needed.

After about ten minutes, Grant threw the shaver back in his drawer and splashed more after shave on Boomer's head. He made sure to run his hands over it and massage in the lotion. Not only was this turning them both on, but he was inspecting to make sure it was smooth as f***.

When he was satisfied, Grant turned around and grabbed a type of oil Boomer had never seen before. He dropped a few drops onto his head and rubbed it in. He let it sit for a few minutes and then pulled out that same union jack bandana that he had used to muffle Boomer's screams earlier in the day at the tattoo shop. He used the cloth to buff Boomer's head to a high shine.

"We're are going to use different products, and combinations of products, on your dome until we find what gives you the best shine.” Grant said. "This could take weeks, if not months.” Then he laughed that sinister laugh that made Boomer's cock strain against his tight jeans.

Boomer saw his reflection in the mirror the whole time this was happening and couldn't believe how his dome shined. That, paired with his new ink, made Boomer shoot in his new tight jeans immediately.

Grant shook his head in disappointment. "More punishment coming your way, boy! Now get the f*** out…. I have to work to pay for your transformation!!!”

He slapped Boomer on the head, hard, kissed him deeply and passionately, and handed him a card.

"Now go to this address, they will sort you out there. Say you're Grant's boy. When you're done, go home and wash your ink lightly and apply ointment to it. You'll be doing this often and will get used to it. Be back at my place at 9 sharp. NOW GET THE F*** OUT!”

Part 15

Boomer arrived at the address on the card and opened the door. The building had no name on it but he was overwhelmed with what he saw when he walked in. There was a wall ahead of him full of skinhead boots. Every height imaginable and colors from cherry red to black, from matte to shiny. There was another wall full of bleachers and a side station where someone was putting zippers in the seats of the bleachers. To his other side were accessories such as boot laces and braces and in the very center…. An array of skinhead t-shirts and a rainbow of Fred Perry shirts in every size and color would could dream about.

Out walked a skinhead from behind the counter that housed the laces and braces and walked towards Boomer. The skin was wearing tall 20 hole Ranger boots in a dark red color with yellow laces. His bleachers were rolled up and was sporting a black Perry polo with yellow trim. His braces too were yellow, but what caught Boomer's eye was the way his face and head looked.

He had boots tatted onto his face where his sideburns normally would be. His head was shaved smooth, and glistened just like Boomer's did. His ears were full of metal and the lobes had the biggest gauges Boomer had ever seen. His septum ring was enormous and took up most, if not all, of his nostrils. Then there was the bar going through the bridge of his nose near his eyes.

Boomer didn't think it could get any better but then he noticed that the skinhead had his entire head tatted with a union jack on top. Boomer was about to lose it and his dick leaked like it had with Grant.

"The f*** you want?!” The skin spoke

Patrick replied: "I'm Grant's boy, he sent me here.”

"Right. Pretty little thing. I see Grant's already started your transformation. Follow me, I'll Get you sorted.”

The skin lead Boomer to a room he had already set up. Grant phoned ahead and told the skin to put some stuff aside. There were Perry polos in every color, three pairs of bleachers (Two with zippers in the ass), a handful of laces, five pairs of braces, and what made Boomer's eyes bug out the most, three pairs of gorgeous new boots. A red pair and two black pairs.

"F***” was all Boomer could say. The skin handed everything over to Boomer and said "Here, it's all paid for.”

Boomer looked confused so the skin spoke:

"Grant sorts me out all the time, and my buds. It's hard to get a perfect shine to your dome. He uses all these oils and waxes and buffs us up, just like he does to you. Nothing like being bald as f***… and staying that way! This is to show my appreciation to Grant. Now go home and follow his instructions and wear this when you go to him tonight!”

Boomer grabbed the bag and proceeded to go home to do as Grant had instructed him. That night, Boomer knew he was officially going to adopt the skinhead lifestyle.

Part 16

After a day of rest and taking care of his new ink, Boomer arrived at Grant's place five minutes early. Grant opened the door and smiled. "There's my boy,” He said. He pulled him in by the yellow braces that Boomer was wearing and made him stand in the middle of the living room.

He walked around Boomer and inspected every inch of how he looked. He looked at the ink, the boots (Made sure they were laced properly), the bleachers and polo. Grant seemed impressed until he got to Boomer's head.

"F*** your hair grows fast, sit in the chair…. Time to get you smooth again. I should just epilate the rest, but I won't.” Grant said

Boomer sat in the chair. No restraints were necessary. His cock was already growing leaking. Grant smiled and said :”I love that this gets you so excited. It excites me too.” Then he leaned in and kissed him for what seemed like hours, all while massaging Boomer's dick through his bleachers.

Next, Grant did something that caught Boomer off guard. He undid Boomer's pants and told him to stroke the whole time but to not cum till he told him it was okay. Boomer did as he was told and then Grant started applying the foam to Boomer's head.

Grant changed out the blade in his razor and proceeded to shave with the grain. When he was finished, he shaved against with the Gillette Fusion. A dash of aftershave and then more fun. He pulled out his own dick and skull f***ed Boomer. He made sure to tell him what a worthless piece of s**t skinhead he was and how he owned him now. Grant pulled out and shot all over Boomer's freshly shaved head.

He quickly massaged the warm cream, which was trickling down Boomer's face and into the corners of his mouth, into Boomer's head and rubbed it in for a good ten minutes. Boomer could taste the salty goodness of his new man's cum but dared not lick it all up for fear of disobeying him.

"Shoot. NOW!!!” was what Boomer heard

Boomer shot his load with fury and vigor. Boomer hadn't noticed but Grant had placed his own hand over Boomer's cock to catch the juice. As Boomer was settling down from the forceful explosion, he saw that Grant was rubbing Boomer's load into his own head.

"I need some of your polish too, boy.” Grant said as he winked.

He rubbed Boomer's load into his head for a while, then took the hand he was using and shoved the fingers into Boomer's mouth.

"Clean your load off my fingers, make sure you get it all.”

Boomer devoured the cum soaked hand and made sure he got every last drop. Grant bent over and looked boomer in the eyes and just said "Good boy, now get in my bed. I'm gonna f*** you like you've never been f***ed before.”

Part 17

Patrick, I mean Boomer, woke up the next morning with the biggest smile on his face. He was in love. Absolutely in love. He had the man of his dreams, and now he looked the way he always wanted to, at least was starting to look the way he wanted to. One thing he did notice was that Grant wasn't in bed, then the door opened.

There he was…. The bald God of his dreams. Standing naked, full of ink, shaved smooth, furry, and bearded. He stood in the door and smiled and said: "Let me take this all in, I'm liking what I see so far. You make me very happy. Now get up, breakfast is ready.”

Patrick thought to himself… I'm the luckiest guy ever. Grant guided Boomer by the neck, only instead of the kitchen, he guided him to the barber's chair.

"We gotta clean you up before the day starts. Get used to this. Eventually you'll be doing this on your own.”

Boomer was shaved right there. Both men naked and hard. After Boomer was done being shaved, Grant applied the wax he used the first night that Boomer lost all of his hair. As the wax was setting up and hardening, Boomer took it upon himself to start sucking off Grant as a thank you. Grant did not resist and within minutes Boomer was eating the entire load Grant shot down Boomer's throat.

"F*** you give good head.” Grant said

Next came out the polishing cloth and Boomer was shined up to a high shine. One that was now becoming his signature look.

The boys ate their breakfast and drank their coffee and chatted. There was just a sense of ease and comfort between them, but you could definitely tell that Grant was the alpha in charge. Patrick asked what he would like to do that day and grant spoke:

"A client of mine who's a piercer is coming by in an hour or so. His shop is closed today since it's Sunday, but we need to get you sorted. We will start slow until you get that new job.”

Boomer didn't think much of it. A lot of the teachers had earrings so he thought it would be no big deal. They finished their breakfast and Boomer cleaned up. They got dressed together, helping each other out with their boots. Then a knock at the door startled Boomer. He walked over to answer the door and was met with the next step to his future.

Part 18

The guy at the door shot his hand out to introduce himself.

"Ryker's the name.”

Boomer reached out and shook his hand. Ryker was all of 6'4'', well built, shaved bald with a shiny dome that matched the rest of the men in the apartment. He had two full sleeve tattoos, but what caught Boomer's interest were his piercings.

He had gauges, even bigger than the skinhead's at the shop. Through those gauges he had heavy padlocks that just hung and stretched his ears out even more. His eyebrows were pierced all the way around. His septum right was massive, almost the size of the skinhead's at the shop, and he had his lips pierced on the bottom of either side. Who knew what else was pierced under the clothes.

Boomer invited Ryker in and Grant stepped out of the bedroom and proceeded to greet him. Grant grabbed Boomer by the back of the neck and said :Here's your victim for the day.”

Patrick flinched at the sound of that word. Grant guided Boomer back to the barber's chair and told him to sit and not move. Ryker started setting up and discussing with Grant what was going to be done in the next room. Boomer could barely hear what they were saying, but he did hear something about laddering.

Ryker and grant appeared and told Boomer to remove his shirt. They said they'll start with the most painful and uncomfortable, the nipples. Boomer was going to get a barbell put into each one. Grant walked behind the barber's chair and placed his hands on Boomer's shoulders, like he did at the tattoo shop. He told Boomer: "This is going to hurt, but after this it'll be better.”

Ryker clamped the nipples and drove the needles through each one. Boomer was going to pass out, but it was over quickly. Not too bad and minimal blood. Grant kissed Boomer and reassured him that he was the best boy he had ever had.

Next the chair was leaned back. Ryker came around so that Boomer's head was in Ryker's crotch.

"Next the septum, boy.” Ryker spoke.

Next thing you know Boomer had a thick needle being driven though his septum. This one hurt much less than the nipples, but still, it was a lot to handle. When the chair was raised, Boomer was handed a mirror where he saw the metal dangling from his nose. Thick and silver with balls at each end.

"We Need to be sure that you can flip that up for now while you're teaching, until you have a new job that is.” Grant said

Next, Ryker moved to the ears.

"I want the lobes gauged. Not large, but just a slight opening. I want my boy not too look too freaky.” Grant said.

Ryker grabbed each lobe and punch holes in each of them. He inserted discs to help stretch them and to keep the holes wide. Grant seemed pleased and went to the kitchen. He brought out some bourbon for all of us to enjoy.

"Here boy, drink this and drink it fast, you'll need it for what's next.”

Grant lifted Boomer up from the barber's chair once Boomer had finished his drink and undid his pants. The bleachers dropped but were caught on the boots that Boomer was wearing. There he stood. Freshly inked still, pierced with metal shining almost as much as his freshly shaved head, and now his hard dick was being exposed to a man that he just met.

"Since you're already hard, boy… This will be easier. He grabbed Boomer by the back of his head and started to kiss him passionately. Boomer was in heaven, and Grant didn't seem to want to let go. Little did Boomer know that Ryker was on his knees about to start the next phase of his work.

At one point, while they were locked in embrace and discovering the insides of each others mouths and breathing heavily, Boomer felt a sharp pain and screamed out. Only the scream had nowhere to go but inside Grant's mouth. Grant muffled the screams by shoving the back of Boomer's smooth as silk head closer and tighter into his. Boomer had just had his cock pierced.

Grant let go and Boomer immediately looked down. There, hanging from his beautiful pink leaking dick, was a thick metal right that went all the way around. "F***, I'm a real skinhead now, aren't I?!” was all Boomer could say.

Grant smiled and shoved him back in the chair.

"One more thing to do” Boomer spoke "I want three ladders at the base of his cock so that he doesn't feel the urge to beat off all the time. That cock belongs to me now.”

Ryker was still kneeling while Boomer was in the chair. Grant walked behind the barber's chair and assumed the position Boomer had already gotten used to. This meant it was going to hurt. Grant massaged Boomer's head in order to keep him hard and leaking while Ryker inserted three barbells at the base of Boomer's cock near his nut sack.

"All done” Ryker said.

Grant turned to Boomer and yelled "Sit there and breathe. Your endorphins will wear off soon and you'll be in pain. I'll be right back.”

Grant escorted Ryker to the door and thanked him for his excellent work. Then he came back and started kissing Boomer again. HE repeated to him how much he loved him, now more than ever, and that they will be a skinhead couple that will be the envy of all of Chicago. Grant rubbed Boomer's head with a warm oil and polished him up even more. The feeling of Grant's touch and the warmth of the oil made Boomer drift off into a sound sleep, where he slept for the rest of the day. Grant had given Boomer sleeping pills inside of his bourbon to help the new boy rest and heal.



Part 19

Boomer woke up the next morning in his own bed. He was already running late for school, but wanted to look at all of his new metal and ink. As he was looking in the bathroom mirror, he noticed his MPB showing. He forgot that it was there seeing as he had been smooth and shiny all weekend long. There was a note on the sink with a new razor and foam. The note said:

"Before you go to school, be sure to shave your head smooth. There is warm oil next to your radiator, that's where it will stay. The days I can't shave you, I have to trust that you will do it on your own. Love, Grant”

Boomer went to it immediately. He had never shaved his own head before. It was an exciting experience and made his cock leak. Too bad it was freshly pierced and still hurt like f***. He did notice that it was a total process and wished there was a way to just have to put the oil on in the morning. Anyway, he did the job, buffed himself to a great shine, and off he went.

His new look was not very well received at school at first. Nobody understood why he would shave his head so smooth if he had such amazing hair. He assured his colleagues that this is the new him and it was staying. They better get used to it and he didn't want to hear any more of it.

Patrick was taken aback by how tough he acted. Not only was he more tough, but he looked more rugged and scary, and he liked it. After school he called Grant to see what was going on with him and to thank him for the shaving products and the oil. Grant told him to start packing up his place when he got home because Boomer was to move in with him at the end of the week. Boomer's dreams were all coming true and he could not wait to start the next chapter with the man of his dreams.

That night, Grant surprised Boomer and showed up at Boomer's apartment. Grant helped him pack and went to the restroom. He came back, completely naked, and stood in the doorway. He looked at Grant and spoke:

"I love you my boy, you are gorgeous in every way; my dream man. Now bend over that couch and shut the f*** up, cause I have a load waiting for you.”

Grant f***ed Boomer till he collapsed. He unloaded inside of him and scooped what came out and fed it to Boomer. This time no loads were used on heads, but instead, Grant took a plug and shoved it up Boomer's perfect tight hole.

"This will help you remember that I am always inside of you.” Grant said. Now let's shave that dome cause it's getting a bit of a shadow.

"Is there any way we can just get rid of the hair all-together?” Boomer asked.

"I can epilate your whole head if you want, but remember how painful that was.” Grant interjected.

Boomer said he would sleep on it. They went to the bathroom and Boomer sat on the toilet as Grant shaved him smooth again with the razor and foam he had provided for Boomer. Boomer, being the good boy that he is, began sucking off his man as a thank you, almost immediately. As Grant was finishing, he saw a reflection of himself in Boomer's head from the oil he had applied and was polishing, and shot the mother load down Boomer's throat. It was so much that Boomer could not keep up and it started oozing out of the sides of his mouth. Grant stood back as if his knees were about to buckle and saw there were remnants in Boomers beard. He quickly licked it all up and they kissed for hours. Both naked, smooth, inked, and pierced. The perfect skinhead could.

"Waste not, want not.” Was all Grant said; then he smiled.

Part 20

The week went by quickly. Boomer's students and colleagues got used to his new look quickly. No more questions were asked and no more comments were made. Friday had finally come; moving day.

Boomer and Grant spent every night together that week. Grant told him on one of those nights that they had standing appointments at the tattoo shop for every Saturday until Grant decided they were done transforming Boomer. Boomer still kept thinking about going permanently bald with the epilator.

He loved the Shiny head so much that all it took for him to get off was one glance in the mirror. Never had he been more sure about anything in his life, and so he decided. He would have Grant, on their first night living together as a couple, rip out the remaining hairs on his head. This was his destiny and he was going to be a proper skinhead whether he liked it or not.

That night, after all the boxes were moved in, Boomer stripped and sat in the barber's chair on his own accord. Grant took off his shirt and undid his bleahers revealing that perfect cock that Boomer worshipped and thought about every minute of the day. Grant asked if Boomer was ready to which Boomer responded: "Just do it.”

With that, Grant pulled out the epilator which he brought back from the barber shop that day and plugged it in. Grant turned it on and waved it in front of Boomer. He said this was going to hurt and dug them right into the crown again.

"We're going to go over the area I did for you last week first because it seems like you have some growth already. This part was not that bad; in fact, Boomer was getting bored……. Then he felt it. The epilator was attacking his fringe and ripping out all of the hair, one at a time. Thankfully he took some pain meds beforehand and his head became numb after a few minutes. Grant worked for over an hour to make sure every part of the dome was clear.

Once he was satisfied, he took out the warm oil that seemed to shine up Boomer's head the best. He polished it up and without even so much as a touch from Boomer or himself, unladed a creamy white and warm load onto Boomer's head to mix with the oil. He rubbed it all in together and took a rag he had on the side to polish him up. Not a trace of shadow remained anywhere. All that sat in front of Grant was a completely hairless skinhead, covered in ink, metal, and wearing the biggest grin he had ever seen.

They f***ed all night long and almost overslept their alarm, but it was time to get Boomer more ink. As the alarm went off, Grant turned to Boomer and said:

"After today, you may consider calling in to work on Monday and quitting.”

Part 21

They both dressed and grabbed a coffee on the way to the tattoo shop. Boomer already knew that if he wasn't teaching, that he was to be in his skinhead gear at all times. Today he chose his tall 30 hole boots, paired with his white Perry polo, red suspenders, and maroon bomber jacket. The bleachers were just a given.

Boomer had gotten used to all of the looks he was getting and didn't mind them at all. In fact, he wore his look proudly, not to mention the fact that he now only had to polish up his head every morning. Occasionally he would have to shave because his hair would start growing back, but that was once a week at most.

As they reached the tattoo shop, Spike was already ready and waiting. Grant told his boy to have a seat and cuffed him in right away.

"You don't need to do that, I'm in this for the long haul,” Boomer said.

Grant said nothing and just continued. He then walked away with the tattoo artist and was explaining something. He saw a lot of hand gestures and then they returned. Grant assumer his position behind the chair again, only this time lifted Boomers head back. Boomer felt his bare smooth and shiny scalp squeal across the vinyl, yet didn't say a word. Then it happened.

Spike, the tattoo artist, began to tattoo something on Boomer's neck; something large. Something that didn't seem to stop but made its way almost entirely all the way around. It took a good hour for him to finish and then grant shoved Boomer's head back down forcefully.

"Boomer” is what it said. It covered his entire neck…. Almost all the way around. Boomer shot a load then and there. This infuriated Grant because he did not receive permission to.

"Since we can't control ourselves quite yet, how about some head ink?!” Grant Screamed.

Boomer began to protest but it was useless. A dirty jock from last week that Boomer had been wearing was brought out. Grant must have saved it and was planning on using it all along. It was shoved into Boomer's mouth and tears started to well up in his eyes. Had this gone too far? Was this the right thing to do? Then he felt a smack across the face from Grant and a scream:

‘SHUT THE F*** UP, PUSSY! I LOVE YOU AND THIS IS THE NEW YOU!!!!!”

With that Spike went around the back of the chair and shoved Boomer's head back down so his chin was digging into his chest. This hurt due to the fresh neck ink and Boomer flinched, but didn't say a word. Next thing you know, the tattoo needle is being fired up and placed on his crown.

"Good thing this one is bald and we don't need to shave him.” Spike spoke.

"He's staying like that forever now, part of his punishment. Plus we don't want anyone to miss the new art you're creaking, now do we?” Grant said. They both laughed hysterically while tears rolled down Boomer's face.

It took about a good two hours, but they were done. Boomer had no more tears left in him. Grant was kneeling and staring his boy in the eyes the whole time. Boomer could see the love in Grant's eyes, so it helped him through the process. When they were done Boomer's head was lifted slightly. Grant held one mirror in front of his face and the artist held one behind his head to reveal the boy's new ink.

Right there, almost as big as his head, were a pair of characterized skinhead boots. They were red in color with yellow laces opening up at the base and closed together at the shaft. Underneath the boots, in old English letters it just simply said "Oi Oi!”

Boomer nearly lost it. At this point he was in hysterics. Still immobile and gagged, and out of tears, he did not know what to do with himself. He was bucking back and forthin in his seat all the while hard as a rock. Instantly he started erupting his skinhead cum all over the floor, the seat, and even onto grant's boots.

The veins in Grant's perfectly shiny bald head started bulging from anger.

"You know what, boy…. We were going to be done after this for today; but now you need more. DO THE KNUCKLES. NOW!!!!” Grant screamed avoiding eye contact with any of the other two.

The tattoo artist started immediately. He wrote the word "SKINHEAD” across Boomer's knuckles. Boomer just sat there and let him do whatever at this point. He was out of cum, out of tears, and out of energy. This was his new life and he needed to accept it, and quickly.

When they were done, Grant grabbed Boomer by the one spot on the back of his neck where there was no ink and threw him into his Jeep. Not a word was spoken as they drove home, but Boomer knew that words were going to be exchanged.

Part 22

The whole day that Saturday not a word was said until Grant walked in to the living room and said to Boomer: "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I need you to be in my life, ad My love for the skinhead lifestyle sometimes gets the best of me..”

Boomer spoke: "I get it, and I love you. I will have to figure out what to di with my job now and then we can move on.”

Then Boomer saw Grant do something he had never seen before. Grant walked over to the barber's chair, took off his shirt, whipped out his cock, and spoke:

"Make me bald as f*** just like you…. Get rid of it all. No fair that you don't get to shave and I still do. I am your head shave slave right now.”

Boomer jumped out of his seat and stripped immediately. All he had left on were his boots. Lucky for him Grant hadn't shaved in a few days so there was enough stubble for the epilator. Boomer found it and fired it up immediately. Grant stroked his beautiful dick the whole time and when Boomer reached Grant's crown, grant shot a huge wad. Boomer just leaned in, with the epilator still running, and ate every last drop that had just been shot out of Grant's cock.

When Boomer was done epilating he reached for the same oil. That he used on his own head, the one that Grant was always using on him when he made Boomer's head shine. Grant moaned and groaned as Boomer massaged the oil in. Then, to both of their surprises, Grant shot another load, right then and there.

"F*** boy, you sure know how to work me over.” Was all he said.

When Grant was sufficiently shined up, Boomer kissed him deeply and asked: "Mind if I f*** you tonight? I want to see my own reflection in the back of that perfect head of yours.”

Grant agreed and they went straight to the bedroom. Boomer was doing a better job at holding his loads in. Finally when it was time to erupt, Boomer made sure he was all the way, balls deep, inside of Boomer. Grant felt the metal cock ring deep inside of him and then it happened. Boomer took one last glance at the shiny head of his lover and screamed: "You're bald as f***, just like me!!!” and then it happened. Torrents of white cum filled Grant's hole. His hole puckered and squeezed every last drop out of Boomer's cock.

Then Boomer collapsed onto Grant's perfectly tatted back and squeezed him tight. "I love you, f***er. Oi Oi!!!!!”

Part 22.

Grant woke Boomer up with his cock in Boomer's face.

"Suck it, bitch!” Grant yelled.

Boomer, never one to pass up his man's dick, did so… and did so very well. Grant thrust it in and out a few times then blew the load on Boomer's head.

"Last night was a special treat for you, don't get used to it, bitch!” Then he walked away and started getting ready with his boots and skinhead gear.

When Boomer walked out of the bedroom already geared up and saw Grant in the kitchen, he smiled. They both had shiny domes and yellow Perry shirts on and the same cherry red boots.

"I was thinking, I want knuckle tats too, just like yours” grant said, "I know the ink will wear away quickly because I keep my hands wet a lot, but I will just keep getting it redone.”

Boomer gave him the biggest hug and kiss and they just stood there, in each other's embrace. Then the phone rang. Spike said he had a no-show for the day and wanted to see if they were interested in coming in for more work. Grant said they absolutely were and they were on their way.

They walked into the shop confident and holding hands. Grant jumped in the chair and got the same "SKINHEAD” knuckle tattoos. Next was Boomer. On the agenda was to finish off the sleeves. The sleeves were almost all but done when he mentioned the idea of a full back piece. The artist and Grant jumped at the idea and said that would be started next week. No restraints were needed this time.

The next day, Boomer called work and said that he was quitting. Work did not understand why, but he said he was moving on and living the life he was meant to live, with the man he was meant to live it with.

"Well we now need to get you enrolled in school, boy” Grant said. "You will work beside me and we will offer a full service barbershop that specializes in making customers bald as f***. The first steps in starting the perfect skinhead lifestyle.”

Boomer grinned again from ear to ear and knew this was his destiny.

Part 23

Boomer had been getting inked on a weekly basis. He now sported the figure of a skinhead in a sitting position with his head bowed. The skinhead, like him, was bald as f***, and wearing a bomber jacket and boots. Basically, it was a representation of Boomer himself.

Boomer not only attended barber college full time, but he was also an apprentice at a local tattoo and piercing parlor. He was learning the trade quickly and was soon graduating. Grant extended his barbershop and hired Boomer to work with him. Boomer was in charge of full head shaves as well as piercing. The tattooing he did in a shop next door which was open only on days when Boomer wasn't working at Grant's and in the evenings.

Above Boomer's chair there was a wooden sign that read "Bald As F***.” That was the only thing that Boomer specialized in. He took time and precision in making all of his clients completely void of hair and smooth as can be. Even on his business card it read :

Patrick "Boomer” Kennedy
Educator in the art of being Bald As F***
Skinhead

Boomer looked hard and rough, but would often meet up with Grant in between clients in the back for a head polishing of his own…. But with Grant's special warm head wax. There were times when Boomer would step back out into the shop and be dripping in Grant's cum, but no one said anything of it.

Grant and Boomer eventually stopped epilating. They fancied the feeling of a razor being dragged across their skulls and the erotic feeling of their balls being dragged across scruff that was about to be completely removed. The shop was successful and growing and both men were as happy as can be, both financially and together.

Part 24

Six months have passed and their Patrick lays, next to Grant in the same bed. Grant is still asleep and Patrick turns over to think of everything that has happened since they met. His MPB had grown back fully, but Grant still insists on shaving Patrick's head daily. Patrick doesn't resist because he loves it just as much as Grant does. These are all things that Patrick could have ever dreamed of, and they all came true. He was the luckiest man alive.

Patrick lifts his hands to reveal two full sleeve tattoos, complete with knuckle tats. His nipples are pierced and so is his septum, not to mention his gauges and dick ladder and PA. Grant has helped Patrick become the skinhead he's always yearned to be. Patrick will forever be grateful to Grant for what he's given him, and Grant tells Patrick every day how happy he makes him. It is the best relationship they both could ask for and both will always be…….. BALD. AS. F***.

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