Return of the Barber 7: Restructured Payment Plans
by Texzilla
Charlie and Owen were heading up the block away from the gym and feeling like a million bucks. Their meeting with the owners had gone exactly as they wanted it to. Meaning that by the end of the week, the bank would be the new owner of the gym, and they'd be able to rent out that space at 10 times the current rate.
"I can't believe we ever gave a loan to those guys in the first place. Could barely understand the two Japanese guys."
"I think they were Chinese," Owen said trying to get a word in.
"What-ever, and that giant hunk of beef. You call that a business owner? And what the hell kind of name is… let me see that so called business plan… yea;, Paco Weisshoff? What kind of name is that?" Charlie said handing the booklet back to Owen as he launched himself down the sidewalk. Owen kept finding himself having to take a few extra step or he'd be a few feet behind Charlie. Not that Charlie would notice, slow down or stop talking as if Owen was right next to him. Due to the over-parking problem caused by the Kitten's Craft Stor,e they couldn't find a place in the regular lot and had to park up the street some.
"I think he or one of the other guys said he was from Argentina. Lots of Europeans migrate there so you get this mix of…"
"Owen, what the hell are you? Mister International Knowledge? First they're Chinese instead of Japanese and here's a travelogue on Brazil."
"Argentina," Owen said, and sorry he did the second it came out of his mouth. Charlie's sudden stop did not surprise him, neither did the glare in his eyes.
"You know Owen, it's great that you're able to cart out your 8th grade Social Studies info, but you know what, we're in banking now. Banking? And in banking it's more than ever all about the money. See this business plan? The ones those muscle freaks submitted to us?"
"Yeah, it's actually pretty good. If they follow that they could turn a pretty good profit in months not to mention.."
"Here's what we do with the business plan." Charlie said ripping the pages in half and shoving them into a near by garbage can. "Them making money is not going to make the bank enough money, which means we won't make as much. That stupid craft store on the other end of the mall is a cash cow. We let that gym get into trouble, we foreclose and the place is ours… well the bank's. New tenants come in and with the draw from Kitten's we up the price on the space. They close down, we do it even more to the next guy. Stable business is not a money maker for us, revolving door is."
"Something has to be said for a stable steady inflow of money.."
"Yeah, it sucks as compared to slapping on penalties and adjustments. Come on, maybe if we get you looking more like a real banker you'll start acting like one."
Charlie all but grabbed Owen by the collar of his suit and dragged him into the barber shop that was right by the trash can.
"Hey, you there, Barber," Charlie said as he entered.
The Barber looked over his shoulder and around the small shop. "Oh you mean me. Sorry, I thought you might be talking to one of the other 100 people not in the room with us."
"Yeah, look, groom this guy will ya? We need him looking like a real money maker. Someone who knows the importance of a dollar. Got me?"
"Trust me, you're 'got.'"
The Barber put the sheet around Owen's neck and got out his shaving equipment. Getting up a good lather in the small cup he started rubbing the shaving brush around Owen's jawline and upper lip till it was white with the foamy soap. Owen hadn't thought of getting a shave, not even a haircut really, but the lather being worked in was very relaxing to him. Well, at least if he got his haircut it would shut Charlie up for a while.
"Seriously there is nothing wrong with wanting money," Charlie continued from the waiting area while flipping through papers in his briefcase.
Then again, maybe it wouldn't shut him up.
The Barber took out his straight razor and started running it along Owen's jawline. Unlike most times when a razor was used on a face, here hair was being added. Not a lot. Just a good strip of beard from Owen's ear down to his chin, about a quarter inch wide and no more than a shadow on the face. But it was noticeable,. The thin tracing of a beard that now ran from one ear, down a stronger jaw line, over a firmer chin, up to the other ear. The same was done for Owen's mustache which he now sported, a thing even line over his fuller lips and down to the beard.
"Had to let that come in first before we did the rest." The Barber said leaning Owen back to wash his hair.
"Yeah you do what the guy needs. Seriously there are so many more ways to make money for the bank, and therefore ourselves, than just the same old, same old."
Owen wasn't looking anywhere near the same old same old self when the Barber sat him back up. He was taller, broader, and a bit older. The 20-something fresh young faced banker was a 30-something well-lived adult. His brow was heavier and began sporting what was quickly becoming a unibrow. His nose was longer and thinner, what would be called a Roman nose. The beard was still perfection in his details, but the signs of daily stubble on the rest of the face was clearer.
His hair had changed from a neat businessman's cut to long curly black ribbons. While somewhat still dripping with water from the wash, most of the glossy texture would remain even when dry.
"The important part is the money coming in. We don't need to go around investing it, we let the losers do that, and I do mean losers. You have to stop thinking about the ramifications of approving bad loans, like the one to that gym, when the pay off is possession of the property. We get them to buy it for us."
Owen was barely hearing Charlie anymore. Not that he was noticing anything that was going on around him anyway. Not seeing his pecs fill in, his stomach all but disappear, his legs get thicker and thicker. He didn't see his arm grown into the guns he would envy on the guys at the beach during the summer. Didn't even flinch when the tattoos etched their way under his skin on each bicep. Owen did feel a slight itching as the body hair came in, just as black as the hair on his head, and almost as thick. Had he removed his hands from under the sheet he would have even seen some hair grow in on his knuckles.
"'Payback's a bitch' was a phrase that started in the banking world, you know. Nothing wrong with bankers being the bitch if it makes money."
The Barber was slicking back Owen's hair, pulling the small ring curls tight across his head till the hair sat flat against his head. The lights reflecting off the black hair like lightning. As the hair was pulled back Owen, or Gino as he now knew himself got a little uncomfortable in his crotch. He adjusted some in the chair hoping not to throw off the Barber from his work. But he had sat down wrong and his dick hair was getting caught up around his cock. Should start shaving that forest like the kids down at the club. That thought brought a smirk to Gino's face, one of self-confidence and self-assurance that Owen could have never dreamed of. It left the Italian thug's face for only a second as he looked at the still rambling Charlie in the waiting area. But the smirk returned as soon as he remembered what was in store for his new buddy. Almost as soon as the Barber wrapped the band around Gino's new long pony tail Gino was ripping the sheet off him and shooting out of the chair.
"Will you shut tha fuck up already!!" he yelled at Charlie, who dropped the papers he was holding. Standing in front of the banker was a huge Italian muscle freak. Looked like the kind of guy he just left down the street at the gym. Although this guy's muscles looked more lived in, like he was more used to having the around than the bodybuilding 20-somethings at the gym. This was a guy who got the muscles then found a life that required him to keep them. "Time to get ready. You DID bring the bag I gave you, right?"
"What do you… what…" Charlie said fumbling for words. Next to him instead of his briefcase he found an old brown paper bag sitting on the chair, the top rolled down so what ever was inside would not fall out.
"I think our friend here needs to see what you're going to be wearing at work before he cuts your hair. Make sure the look is complete."
"I guess," Charlie mumbled
"Well, let's go then," Gino said grabbing Charlie's tie and all but ripping it off. The big Italian's hand were all over Charlie as they began undressing the thin banker. The confusion on Charlie's face got more and more pronounced till he couldn't take it any more.
"Wait, wait!! What the hell is going on!!"
Grabbing Charlie by the back of the head Gino brought him in close as he whispered. "You know what's going on. You owe me money. Shouldn't have bet against your own team. The idea is to bet against your team and then THROW the game, not win them, dumbass. You start tonight to pay me back." Gino said kicking Charlie's $200 black leather shoes across the shop and yanking the dress suit's pants down. Charlie was still trying to absorb all what Gino had said when his underwear was all but torn off him. "Won't be needing this. FUCK! Do you even have a dick? Oh there it is….." he said with a chuckle.
"Are you going to let him do this?" Charlie pleaded with the Barber.
"Sort of interested in seeing where this is going myself." He replied with a wry smile.
Gino dug through the bag and threw something at Charlie. "Start with that."
Charlie held up the piece of clothing but had no idea what it was. Thin strips of cloth along with some type of mesh. He turned it around and around a few times in his hands trying to figure it out.
"What type of idiots am I dealing with these days." Gino said yanking the clothing out of Charlie's hands. He bent down and barked. "Lift your left leg, now the right." With the mesh thong in place Gino pulled it up till the straps cut into Charlie's groin and gave what felt like a robe burn between his ass cheeks. The thong was black with a mesh crotch piece, and several time bigger than anything Charlie should be wearing.
"Next," Gino said tossing Charlie a slightly more recognizable piece, although still way too large. Still, knowing by now that protesting or asking any more questions was not the way to go, Charlie slipped it over his arms and head. The black mesh sleeveless half tee hung off his body like a tent. Charlie almost dropped the thong as he used one hand then the other to try to center the piece, but gave up and just let one half hang off his shoulders due to it being far too large. Like the mesh of the thong, the open sections of the shirt showed clear through to his thin chest, it's smattering of chest hair getting moist with panic sweat.
"And this should do for now." Gino said tossing Charlie what was obviously a pair of red shorts. Charlie snapped them up in an instant. At least he'd have something to cover himself with. Even though they were made of a weird glossy leather like fabric. It shined right red like a fire engine. He also noticed that while the waist size was of course far too wide for him, the actual length of the shorts would have then barely reach to half an inch on the inseam. Still, it was better than the nothing he had on with just the thong.
"In the chair and let the man work." Gino said pushing Charlie back and up into the Barber's waiting chair. He didn't even bother wrapping the sheet around the panicked banker. "That give you enough to work with?" Gino asked the Barber.
"I can take it from here."
As soon as the Barber's scissors touched Charlie's hair the changes started taking place. Several years melted off the banker till he had gone from mid 20's to just 18. Putting a good 15 years between himself and Gino. His body exploded with youth and muscles. Chest filling in till the oversized mesh half shirt stretched across his chest like a sports bra. The sweat matted hair Charlie had disappeared leaving nothing pressed against the fabric but muscles, with his two nipples poking out like antennas.
"I have to be honest with you kid." Gino said sitting in the same chair that Charlie had been in. "I was so fucking stoked when you started placing bets with me. I knew you were going to fuck it up. That's why I let you slide a few weeks. Just to make sure you'd owe me more than you'd ever be able to do go Daddy for."
Charlie's arms ballooned out till they surpassed Gino's, and got so big he started feeling some circulation being cut off from the arm openings on the shirt. Charlie did gain any tattoo's like Gino, his skin was going smooth and tanned. The giant shorts were getting less and less giant all the time as Charlie's lower body filled in. His legs grew from the shorts, pulling the end higher and higher the bigger he got. Charlie could feel the cloth across his ass getting stretch more and more as that also grew muscles that he never knew people had before. The skin between Charlie's half tee and the top of the shorts grew in an 6 pack and also lost every sign of hair ever being there.
"But we'll get you paid back soon enough. Looks like yours. The guys are going to be hungry for you. That how you thought you'd be spending your summer vacation? Becoming a working boy instead of returning home the football hero?"
Charlie absentmindedly reached over and undid the top button of the shorts. They had gone from laughably big to uncomfortably tights in the few minutes he had been sitting there. And as tight as the waist was, it was nothing compared to the crotch. Gino hadn't told him that in fact these were women's shorts. Gino always gave his boys women's shorts to wear. They showed off the back great but the important part as how extreme it made their crotches look. Cause when they don't allow for any room up front, what ever there is outlined to the point that no imagination is needed. Indeed Charlie's growing dick and his now huge balls were pushing out form the fabric to the point that the leather could be heard groaning a little as it gave in.
"Looking good, looking good." Gino said reaching into his tight black jeans and pulling out his hardening dick. "Hope you don't mind if I take in the spectacle first. Got to try the product out before I let you in front of an audience. Like a test drive. Only difference being, you get to see me. Trust me, it's a plus," Gino said unbuttoning his white shirt and cupping his hairy pec with his free hand. "You don't want to see the fat old men who'll be jagging off to you in the dark for the rest of the summer."
The Barber was finishing up with Charlie's hair, as the changes were completing too. Instead of a confused banker in his mid 20's now sat a huge college football player, dressed like a 2 dollar whore. Muscles that were usually encased in the most expensive sports gear his father could afford to buy for him was now barely being held back by mesh shirts and flaming red Daisy Dukes. His neat hair had been clipped down and even looked several shades blonder than before. With some gel and some spray it was arched into a trendy fauxhawk, the ridge running from his low forehead back. The tip looking blonder than he rest. With a simple cut and a simple style the future quarterback for the NFL was looking more like the future main attraction at a private party gang bang. Maybe it was the low forehead, the dull blue eyes or the incredibly thick neck, but this Charlie didn't look smart enough to have a bank account, better yet work in a bank.
"Looking good Junior. Stand up and give us a spin." Gino said, still stroking his cock. It was long and thick, a bit on the dark side.
Charlie tentatively stood up form the Barber chair. He had grown about a half foot to 6'4". The perfect mixture of sweet college muscle jock and queer slut. Just the way the Gino wanted him. The shorts bulged dramatically in front, as did the round solid ass out the back. His chest hung down through the mesh shirt almost as round as the tits on the cheerleaders he was used to dating up till now. Gino was taking it all in and very appreciative of the stud he now had control over.
"Move it Junior. You're going to be on stage shaking that ass, lets see what you got. Hey buddy, you got a radio or something in here?"
"Sorry, no. Too distracting. I find most of my clients can supply their own internal music."
Charlie wasn't sure what that meant but he knew what Gino wanted. He thought for second and started moving like he thought he would on stage. Gyrating his ass some, lifting his big arms over his head so his pits were exposed, then running his hands down his chest, pulling at the fabric. It seemed natural to him, to play off his body now. And there was some music in his head he could hear edging him on.
"Not bad but we can still work on it. Come here, turn around, let's see which looks better." Gino said sitting forward as Charlie followed his orders. With the large ass directly in front of him the Italian thug pulled the top up till most of Charlie's ass hung out the bottom.
"Not bad, not bad… but how does this look." Gino said tugging at the bottom till Charlie's ass was covered abut the top was exposed, with the thong in clear view as is disappeared between his ass cheeks.
"We'll decide later, but right now….."
Gino gave a yank and pulled Charlie's shorts and thong to the ground. The muscle teen was caught so off guard that he stumbled a bit, almost tripping over them.
"Come on kiddo, time to start paying me back." Gino said really working up his cock.
"I don't… you said…"
"Listen Junior, I can either break you in, or I'll have five guys who make Homer Simpson look like… look like that fullback on your team who'll also be joining you on stage. Along with a certain running back and a tackle…"
"There are other guys from the team?" Charlie said as he stroked his own cock, not even really knowing he was doing it.
"Worry about that later. Time for you to join the club of ass-fucked men."
Gino reached out and took Charlie's hand, bringing him over. The big football player looked more stunned and shocked than ever as he turned around so his back was to Gino, and his ass was over Gino's cock. He kept looking over his shoulder as he bent down over the cock.
"Don't worry about it Junior, you bend at the knees, I'll make sure you hit the target."
Charlie, or Junior as he thought of himself now, bent down till he felt the tip of Gino's dick on his ass. He could feel the big man move it around till it felt like it was right on his asshole. Junior stopped for just a moment to think about what came next, knowing it was going to happen and knowing it was all his fault. No way he had the money to pay Gino back, so he was going to have to earn every dollar of what he owed.
The big head of Gino's dick felt like a tennis ball being inserted into Junior's ass. Not that Junior would know what that felt like either. But the giant head slipped in eventually, then all he had to worry about was taking the shaft too. But Junior started taking it inch by inch hoping it would take dollar by dollar off what he owed.
Gino was loving the view he was getting. The wide back of the college teen breaking into a sweat as he got fucked for the first time. If he was ever going to take a dude's cherry, this was the one he wanted. Not a single hair down the back, lower back or between the round mounds his dick was sliding into. The guy's legs were incredible as he tried to stabilize himself over the dick. How many miles did this kid run every day? How many hours did he do left presses in the gym. Well, he was going to have to work his training schedule around his time at the club. Almost hoped they still had to write, "What I did last summer" essays in school. Wondered what kind of grade he'd get on one titled "I turned into a queer cock hound for money." Wondered if the three other football players who'd be premiering at his club would write the same essay. Maybe they could get away with "How I learner the importance of a dollar."
Or maybe the kid wasn't getting fucked for the fist time. Sure was picking up the pace. Sure knew how to squeeze his ass hole just right about Gino's cock. Sure knew that playing with his own dick at the same time would bring him to a level of ecstasy he'd never had before. It was feeling Gino shoot his load within him that got Junior to shoot all over the floor between the big man's legs.
"Very nice." Gino said placing a hand on Junior's ass and pushing him off. He found that hurt almost as much as when he lowered himself onto the dick. "You're going to be making money in no time. And if you don't let too much interest build up, you might even one day have it all paid back."
It was the smirk that returned to Gino's face that worried Junior more than what he had just said. As if the big Italian thought that Junior might never be out of his control. He couldn't think about that right now.
"I came. Is that alright? I wasn't sure if I'd be allowed…" Junior said as he tried to pull the thong back up. It's mesh crotch was too small for his thick pink cock, even if it wasn't still fairly hard from shooting. Thinking he'd night be able to stuff it all back in after a minute, Junior switched to trying to get the sting in back between his ass. He moved it up and pulled the back tight, but that brought the dividing string right against his newly broken in butt hole, sending a painful shock through the footballer. Painful but pleasurable at the same time he found.
"Junior, here's a bit more of reality for you. You can cum time and time again, night after night. Don't have to wait for anyone, don't have to ask permission." Gino said giving him a strong slap like tap on the side of his face. "It ain't your dick that anyone's going to be paying for." Gino said suddenly giving Junior's ass a slap that would leave a red mark as red as the shorts. Followed quickly by Junior's blushing face. "Get your boots on and we'll head to the club."
Gino handed Junior some large work boots, well worn with thick heels. The laces were missing so the top would flop around as he walked.
"I should get changed back into…" Junior said picking up the remnants of the suit he no longer really remembered ever wearing.
"That's not going to fit you. Besides, it's just a few blocks up the way to the club. Great advertising."
"I can't… I can't go out in public… in the middle of the day dressed like this!!!" Junior said suddenly getting that overwhelming shock feeling again. "You said I wouldn't have to, you said no one would know…."
Gino slowly got up from the chair and stood staring Junior in the eyes. "Are you that dense that you understand nothing? I said I wouldn't make you dress as a football player on stage. Some of my guys in the past got in trouble with the school for that. Don't want that to happen to you. Say 'thank you.'"
"Thank you," Junior whispered.
"But I don't give a shit who knows the team quarter back is shaking his ass for old men who drool over him in the dark. So you WILL march this plump ass the three city blocks across town in broad daylight. Understand."
For some reason the idea hit Junior differently his time, so when he said "Yes", it was joined my a rather large smile.
"Good boy. And by the way, just because this will be free publicity, don't mean any dollars are coming off your tab. We'll get you understanding the true meaning of a dollar soon enough. Now march."
The Barber watched as the two men left the store but headed up the street separately. Gino let Junior take the lead, walking several steps in front of him. Gino was amused that while he usually commanded some attention on the street, he was not even getting a look ass the buff blond boy toy took to the pavement. This was going to work out alright, Gino kept thinking, a bit of a gamble financially but it was going to pay off big time. He let the kid get into deep debt wit him so that he now, literally, owned the kid's butt. Nothing on Earth could bring in the bucks like a sweet young man's ass.