Ben's New Neighbour 2
by Titan
Ben felt strange. He wasn’t sure if it was the passionate kiss he’d shared with Tom or the beer. On the other hand, he couldn’t remember feeling this good in a very long time.
Rubbing his eyes, Ben said; “Wow! I think I just blanked out for a moment. I’d better slow down on the beer.”
“Think nothing of it. I’m feeling a little whacked myself. How about we turn in for the night?” asked Tom.
“Yeah! I never could handle beer very well. I’d better go and let you get some rest.” Returned Ben wondering where the time had gone.
“Who said anything about going, stud?” smiled Tom.
Before Ben could respond, Tom grasped his hand and led him to the bedroom.
That night, Ben had the best sex he’d ever experienced in his life. Tom was exactly the kind of man he’d been dreaming of. He felt more alive and sexy, and it was all because of Tom. As he finally drifted off to sleep – Ben couldn’t stop thinking how different he and Tom looked. That shiny, bald head – he couldn’t stop focusing on it. Why? He wasn’t sure. He then dreamt of becoming more like Tom. He saw images of himself with male-pattern baldness. Of how he thought it made him more masculine, more mature. It was one of those dreams that never made any sense, but when Ben awoke – he couldn’t believe how real the dream had felt. He felt his head just to make sure all his hair was still there. Tom was already missing from the bed. He could smell coffee.
Ben made his way into the adjoining bathroom, trying to wake up he splashed some water on his face. Looking at himself in the mirror he was surprised at how unruly and thick his hair was. It was definitely time for a haircut, today if possible.
As he entered the kitchen he saw Tom stooped over the stovetop. “Eggs over-easy okay?” a sked Tom.
“Perfect!” replied Ben still wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“I’ve made coffee for you, grab a seat,” returned Tom, sounding way to pleasant for this time of the morning, thought Ben. He of course had a hangover and was sure he’d never drink so much beer ever again.
As they shared breakfast together, Tom pointed to Ben’s mop top. “Looks like someone’s in need of a haircut.”
“Just what I was thinking,” replied Ben feeling a little self conscious with so much hair. It was starting to feel hot and scratchy; he wondered why he’d ever grown it this long.
“I’ve got just the guy for you, Stan. My best friend just happens to be one of the best Barbers in town. He’ll fix you up with the perfect style to go with that handsome face.”
Tom tried to sound optimistic. Ben just blushed.
Later in the day, Tom gave Ben a ride to his friend’s Barbershop. Ben wasn’t sure why he felt good about going to this mystery Barber; he just knew he had to have something done about his hair- and the sooner the better he would feel. It was all a bit of an adventure for him as he normally went to a nearby salon for his cuts – he’d never thought about going to a Barbers.
Ben was surprised by Tom’s friend, Stan. He was a large, overweight man but very muscular despite the protruding stomach. He was dressed in a open short-sleeved white tunic with a skin-tight vest underneath. It exposed his broad, hairy chest. Stan was probably only a few years older than Tom but looked older as his head was showing the signs of serious male pattern baldness. No shadow remained on top of his tanned scalp. Just a short buzzed fringe surrounded the sides and back of the head. This contrasted with a well trimmed moustache that curled at the ends, walrus-style. It was so luxuriant and dark – Ben couldn’t stop looking at it, wondering what it would feel like to kiss a man with a moustache so thick. It was funny, he thought to himself, as he’d never really been attracted to men’s facial hair before – and Stan except for the balding head, was not the sort of guy he would normally even look at twice.
As the introductions were exchanged, Ben was invited to sit in the lone, pedestal chair in the center of the shop. He felt a tingle go up his spine as Stan fastened a cape around him. This was a scene he’d always got off on and Stan looked like the take-charge kind of Barber. Part of him wanted to surrender to whatever Stan had in mind.
“Far too much hair for one guy – something a lot shorter would make you look good, son.” Stan said rather directly, taking a comb and running it through the thick, blonde locks. Ben’s adrenaline was increasing along with his cock’s length. Before he could even answer Stan, he heard the heavy, buzzing sound of hair clippers. He felt them on the back of his neck as Stan pushed his head down. Their vibrating teeth began to move through the piles of hair, up and over the crown area. Ben could feel air on the shaved areas and knew a lot of hair was falling; he’d never had the clippers used before – not that he could remember. He normally would have been horrified but with every passing stroke of the clippers he was feeling better about himself. Something had been bothering him about how unmasculine he felt, especially in the company of Tom. He couldn’t explain it he just knew he had to get rid of all this hair. He kept looking at Stan’s male pattern baldness. He had never liked the look before, thinking it was better to shave everything than leave the balding fringe. But now, Ben was looking at it differently. He liked the way it contrasted with the hairless scalp on top. It gave Stan a look of authority and maturity. Ben wondered if he would look good with MPB, but realized he had no signs of early balding. He suddenly felt depressed and unmanly.
Stan continued the dominant shearing of Ben’s hair, clippering the sides. Finally, he went over the top, drawing the teeth of the clippers through the front hairline until it met the stubble on the top of the crown. As Ben saw his hairline reduced he suddenly felt much better, thinking how much sexier and healthier he looked. Why had he taken so long to do this? His hair was now a tight buzz all over, and as his hair was blonde he appeared to have even less hair on his head. Tom came over and rubbed the top of Ben’s head feeling the bristles. Ben dreamily felt every movement of his hand wondering what it would feel like with baldness. Something told him this wasn’t a real cut. Not the style he should have.
“So what do you think of your new look?” Stan asked cheerfully, showing Ben the back of his head in a hand held mirror.
“I’d like to see it a little shorter,” Tom smiled.
“Shorter?” Ben asked running a hand over the top of his head, thinking something was not quite right.
“Well we could go a little shorter,” Stan said winking at Tom.
“How much shorter?” returned Ben, starting to feel a little more excited.
“Down to the wood, shaved if you like – just like Tom,” answered Stan picking up the clippers again this time removing the attachment.
Despite his growing excitement and that this was his ultimate fantasy something told him no. What would his family and friends say. He couldn’t face his employer with a bald head.
“You should try it Ben,” Tom said, “If you don’t like it you can always grow your hair back.” He came up close to him and put a hand back on Bens buzz cut. “You love my bald head – you know you want to try it on yourself.”
Deep down Ben knew Tom was right, but he still had strong doubts.
Stan came up to the chair, “Why don’t we take your hair shorter, gradually? That way, you’ll look like your naturally balding. No one will be able to tell it’s not premature baldness.”
“You can do that? Remove my hair gradually. Will it grow back?” Ben asked starting to wonder if he could wear his hair like Stan’s.
“No, not after continued applications.” Stan answered.
Ben’s face showed fear. He wasn’t ready to go bald permanently. Was he? Something was niggling at him to go bald. This could be the way to make him more masculine and mature. Less of the boy he was currently feeling.
Stan continued, “if we create the male pattern baldness slowly, everyone will think you’re just loosing your hair. That’s how we did it on Tom.”
“Really!” Ben’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“And this is not natural either,” Stan said pointing to the top of his head. “I use to have a full head of hair just like you.”
Ben was hooked. His mind kept telling his doubting side this is what he really wants.
“Come on boy, try it!” Stan said.
“For me, Ben.” Tom whispered in Ben’s ear. Ben didn’t notice Stan wheeling over a small trolley, he could only concentrate on the thought of being bald. Why? He wasn’t sure. He just knew that something was telling him he should be bald.
Stan was glad to see that Tom’s hypnosis training had been spot on. Sometimes a second or third round of sessions would be needed. Ben didn’t need any additional sessions. His inner desires were melding with the hypnotic suggestions.
“I’m going to use electrolysis to start your initial hair loss, it’s a little old-fashioned but I’m an old-fashioned kind of barber.”
A strong buzzing sound announced the start of the desecration of Ben’s hair. As he felt the prick of the needle at his temple, Ben jumped up in the seat. “No! That’s too radical. I can’t have that needle used on my head. I thought you were going to use the razor.”
Tom said calmly, “this way we can take it in stages, besides I have a feeling you’ll learn to love the feel of the electrolysis needle.”
As Stan continued zapping at individual hairs, Ben replied, “no way man. That stings, you can’t keep going,” and Ben suddenly went to grab at Stan’s arm that held the menacing needle.
Stan knew it was the moment to use the ‘trigger phrase’ to make Ben more calm.
“No shadow ever again!”
Suddenly a change came over Ben. He released his grip on Stan’s arm.
Stan returned the needle to Ben’s hairline. A smile came to Ben as he imagined becoming more hairless on top. The needle didn’t bother him any more, in fact he couldn’t really feel it.
“Now some of these hairs will continue to grow so as we widen your bald spot we are going to go over those hairs again with the needle.
As Ben heard this he couldn’t help getting more excited. He wanted to be permanently bald and the pain was turning him on! He didn’t dwell on it for too long. Something inside told him he had to have no shadow and the only way was for permanent removal.
As Stan went to work on the opposite temple Tom was noticing how subtle the changes were. The solid hairline had the beginnings of recession at the temples. Working quickly he went to the crown area and began to attack the small blond stubble one hair at a time. After 15 minutes working the needle on a small area a bald patch was noticeable.
“Now that’s enough for today! We don’t want to go too fast or it won’t look natural.” Stan said putting down the needle. Taking a mirror he showed his work to Ben. Ben took his hand to run it over the small bald spot. Despite the stinging from the electrolysis, he couldn’t stop feeling the bare skin where hair had previously grown. He was disappointed there wasn’t more balding.
“When can you continue?” asked Ben eagerly.
“Well you want to go slowly so it looks natural?” Stan answered.
A voice wanted to say no, let’s go all the way, “Yes, I want it to look natural.” Ben replied, sounding a little disappointed.
That night, Tom hypnotized Ben again – reinforcing his message that baldness was his only desire. That the needle was helping him become a masculine bald man. Tom knew that now Ben would require no coaxing.
Over the next week, Ben couldn’t stop looking at his head. His desire to become more like Stan was stronger than ever. Particularly with Tom encouraging Ben.
At work, his friends had noticed his new buzz cut – so had his parents. His father, who had a full head of hair, pointed out the baldpate at the crown area. He said it was odd as no one on either side of the family had a history of hair-loss. Well now there was!
Finally, two weeks later, it was time for Ben’s follow-up visit to Stan. This time he came alone as Tom had some family matters to attend to. Stan greeted him and asked him to take a seat while he finished up another customer. Ben could see the guy in the mirror. He looked about 30. He looked to be balding as there only seemed to be peach fuzz on top of his head. Stan was going over the hair on the sides with clippers, reducing it down to stubble. The guy also wore a blond moustache that grew down the sides of his mouth, fu Manchu style. It was thick and reminded Ben how much he liked facial hair. He wasn’t sure, but he went to touch his top lip. He felt the smoothness of the skin, wondering what it would feel like to have a moustache.
The sound of buzzing brought Ben out of his daydream. What looked like an electric shaver was being run over the top of the guys head. Slowly, Stan seemed to work th e shaver over small areas on the peach fuzz covered top. Ben could see the bareness of the scalp after the shaver had done its work, removing any sign of hair, roots and all. Ben was in awe as he watched this guy become smooth on top.
When Stan had finished his customer, Ben was motioned back into the chair. Ben smiled at the guy, knowing how great this look was on him. The young guy smiled back, running a hand over the bald pate.
Over the past two weeks, Tom had hypnotized Ben every night, with the same message to become a bald man, forever!
Stan brought over his electrolysis equipment and as he began working on Bens temples he asked, “has anyone said anything about your hair?”
“Yeah! My friends were surprised. Some thought it made me look better. My parents noticed the balding on top.”
“Good. Ready to go a bit further?” Stan said even though he was already working on killing off more hair shafts.
Ben was feeling the painful pricking of the needle. “I guess so.”
Stan then said, “No shadow ever again!”
Immediately, Ben relaxed. He could feel the needle, but it was only making him feel hornier. He went to stroke his cock as he realized with each pin prick he was becoming bald and shadow-free.