New Life for Cooper!
by Titan
Cooper wasn't sure where he was as the sudden downpour made him seek cover.
He was in a part of town he'd never visited before and judging by the delapidated store fronts and closed shutters it didn't look like anyone else visited either. At first he feared for his safety on the deserted streets, now he was more worried of getting drenched through.
Then suddenly he noticed a light in a window ahead. He made his way to the door and as he pushed it open he felt the warmth of the shop straight away. As he pulled the door shut he realised he was in a Barber shop. A very traditional one at that judging by the two, red leathered chairs in front of a mirror surrounded by old, faded photos of mens hairstyles.
He could hear soft voices then music and realised a radio was playing in a back room somewhere.
'Ah! Hello young men' a deep voice welcomed him. 'what brings you out in weather like this?'
The truth was he'd been out with friends celebrating his 21st birthday. Finally legal age, he had done far too much celebrating and before long he'd pissed everyone off which he had a habit of doing.
This making him bravely decide to carry on his own celebrating, leaving his friends behind. In fact, most of his friends only hung around the conceited Cooper, because of his popularity. His boyish good looks and thick golden blonde hair made him popular with the ladies at his college. He was also a star athlete, at 6 foot and possessing a tight six pack, that men and woman drooled over.
Pissed off and drunk he'd taken a wrong turn or two.
'Well it's my birthday, and I was looking to carry on with the party seeing my friends deserted me, but it doesn't look like there's one going on in here.' He lightly laughed as he came closer to the man, oblivious to how drunk he had become. 'This is some setup you have.'
' Well happy birthday son. Here! Why don't you get out of those clothes before you catch cold,' the man replied as he came from behind a nearby counter, sizing up his visitor.
' Ah, that's alright. I'm keeping my clothes on old man. I'm not into any fag shit you know' he stammered suddenly aware of how the man before him was looking at him. The little man had a dark twinkle in his eye, something that made Cooper uneasy despite his drunken state. His physical look placed him somewhere near 60 but something in those eyes made the man look younger.
'No offence old man!' Cooper added holding up his hands. 'I've got nothing against gays you know!'
'None taken young sir! But why don't you come by my fire to dry and I'll make you a hot chocolate'.
'You wouldn't have anything stronger?' He asked as he went to warm himself by the small electric heater that seemed to offer a lot of heat for its size.
'What about a beer? I'm sure I have something you'll like!' The man said with a mischievous sound in his voice.
'Now that's more like it!' Cooper said having a closer look at his host.
'Sorry there goes my manners. My name is Jasper, Samuel Jasper.' Offering his hand. 'But you can call me Sam.'
'Yeah. Ah, Cooper. Cooper Denwood.' Taking the small offered hand then noticing the grip was solid for an old man. He was probably only 5 foot nothing but what he lacked in height he made up in weight. He carried a huge potbelly. His hair was a mere horseshoe of short, white hair, the top being shiny bald, and a large white moustache with the ends curled upwards, sat above his top lip.
'Now let me find you a beer!
Starting to feel warm and relaxed Cooper removed his leather jacket exposing a tight t-shirt damp and clinging to an extra large set of pectorals any man would be proud of.
His host returned with a large mug of frosty beer. 'Here Mr Denwood, I'm sure you'll enjoy this.'
Taking the mug gratefully he started to drink the contents not even stopping to think about it being drugged. Besides the old man looked harmless enough. 'You're not drinking?' He suddenly said between gulps.
'No, no, afraid I'm not a big drinker!'
'Could have fooled me.' Cooper said not aware how drunk he was getting and eyeing the beer gut on the little man.
Tapping his belly Jasper smiled before saying, 'ah! You've noticed my little addition. I just happen to like my food too much.'
'Any more of this beer? It sure is good!' Cooper spluttered as he finished the beer in quick time.
'Sure, but you should slow down or you could end up with a belly yourself.' And with that he disappeared out the back.
'No chance of that old man. My metabolism works overtime. Besides, I work out all the time, 'he called out as he subconsciously took his damp t-shirt off feeling the heat of the small shop building.
Coming back with another even larger mug of beer his eyes marveled at the upper torso of his guest.
'It certainly looks like you work hard at keeping that body!" Jasper said as he studied his next victim.
"Not really,' Cooper boasted as he downed the beer. 'A bit of time in the gym, some swimming. Nothing to it really.' It seemed to be loosening his tongue more and more.
'You are certainly a confident lad.' Jasper said as he lit a pipe.
'Yeah! Some people say arrogant, but I say if you've got it, flaunt it.' He laughed starting to feel the effects of the beer, which was also making him even drunker, and not even thinking about how he was talking.
'Well I suppose while you have it, but you won't always look like this.' Jasper said puffing steadily on his pipe.
'Well, I got a way to go before I look like you old man, if that's what you mean,' he laughed finishing the last of the beer. 'Got anymore.? This stuff is addictive.'
'Sure do. But maybe you should ease up.'
'I can handle it old man, don't sweat it.....(cough!)' The tobacco that filled the shop was having the desired effect as well.
'I hope my pipe isn't bothering you, Cooper?'
'No...... I mean it's okay.......(cough!) I'm getting used to it.' He lied as he'd always hated smoking and it's effects on the body.
'Well I didn't always look like I do now you know?' Sam decided to see how much control he had of his visitor.
'Well you ain't got to be an Einstein to figure that pops!' Cooper started to slurr some of his words.
'I don't think you understand. I'm saying that I chose to look as I do now. In fact only a few years ago I looked very much like you, young and athletic.
'What the fuck? Why would you choose to look like some old, fat guy? Besides, I think you'll find no one can age that quick, maybe your memory plays up?'
'Thanks for the compliment, you certainly speak your mind.' Sam was amazed at the youths lack of tact. 'And my memory is fine; I met a man some years ago that showed me new life and direction. I had no idea what I wanted to do and Ivan set me up in this Barbershop. He helped mould my look and the rest is as you say history.'
'Yeah! Great!' Cooper said now not really listening, 'got.......another......beer?'
'You better watch that stuff, it's potent you know?' Then Sam went out back to get another beer.
'I can.....handle my beers pops....... don't you worry!'
When he returned he had a oversized pitcher filled with beer. 'Well if you are so confident about your alcohol intact I'll save my legs by giving you plenty to go on with.'
'Thanks Sam. Glad you..... getting....in the spirit,' Cooper said as he grabbed the pitcher and started to down the beer as if he'd never had a drink.
'See..... old man....... The Coop....is handling it.' He slurred as he wiped his mouth.
The drugs were working as Sam could see the beads of sweat on the kids face.
'Sheez...it's hot in here...... '
'Well take that shirt off boy!'Sam said sternly. And with that, Cooper obeyed without question,stripping his shirt off revealing a tight set of pecs.
'And those jeans!' He added sounding even more in charge. And the jeans came off, the stud was wearing no underwear so everything was now on show for Sam who
Iiterally was licking his lips at the body before him.
Already the results of the beer intake was showing as the tight abs had lost their definition.
'That is one impressive penis young man. I bet you can make it grow even bigger, start making it bigger for me.'
As the combined effects of the drugs in the beer and the pipe tobacco, overtook him he couldn't help but touch his cock, running his hands up and down the slowly stiffening length. It felt good, he wasn't sure why he was doing it in front of the old man before him but he didn't care.
The cock had grown to an impressive 10 inches.
Laying his pipe on the counter he asked,'Would you like me to suck your cock Cooper?'
Without waiting for an answer he added, 'Say yes please Master Sam'.
'Ah... Yesss......pl...ease.......master...Sam' he moaned as he kept pulling on his massive member, answering the only why he felt he could.
He felt the whiskers of the old mans thick, moustache first as his cock slowly was engulfed in the barbers mouth. As he looked down at he shiny head of the man sucking away at his cock, he thought maybe this was all wrong. But only for a second as he felt the ecstasy of having this man give him the best darn blow job ever.
He had never felt this good before and as he shot his load, he was surprised the barber swallowed every last drop.
Cooper couldn't help thinking his former girlfriends had never sucked him off as well as this old fat guy before him.
Suddenly feeling the effects of everything he started to feel sleepy, 'geez .....I can hardly keep....my..... eyes.....open..'he found himself being led to the barbers chair, hardly noticing how strong the small barber was.
'Now Cooper, I told you to slow down on that beer. It sneaks up on you'.
Settling in the chair totally naked he protested, 'I.....can .....dr..ink, more........ It's no...pro......'
'Well if you insist.'returned Sam, 'your the big stud on campus.'
'Yeah......stud.......better believe.......old....man.' He muttered now not really able to move.
'Soon you will be less of a stud and more of a slave to me.' Sam replied adding,'Well, at least I won't have to restrain you, such a willing customer. Makes my job easier!'
'Why.....can't move.......so tired.......'
'So first things first. You insisted on being a big drinker. Well let's fulfil that request.'
Sam took his hands and placed them on each side of the head. Suddenly Coopers eyes opened fully.
'Now Cooper. You told me how you can handle my special brew. From now on you will insist on coming here for another drink. You will enjoy the beer belly your growing, it will turn you on as much as the sound of my clippers. Everything that happens here makes you feel more and more like a man. A mature man, the man we all want you to be. As you drink more of my beer you will become more willing to do whatever I tell you. You want to make your new friend Sam happy. You want to become his friend more than anything in the world. Every time you come here you will feel more and more at ease, hoping to please your new friend. Whatever I ask of you will be done without question. You will be loyal to me and only me. You have no control over what I ask of you. You will love everything that happens in this shop looking forward to every visit. You will recommend Sam's services to all your friends. You want to see all your friends become real men as well. That's what you want in your friends and any new man you meet. You are attracted to older men. You appreciate the look achieved by the years on real men. Their baldness, their facial hair, not to mention their beer bellies. It all adds to their handsome maturity, something you look forward to yourself. You can't wait to look older, to please your new master Sam. It's what you've always craved, you just didn't know it till you met me. I will turn you into the person you want to be; older, sexier and loyal. a proper gentleman.'
Cooper felt relaxed. He could here the familiar voice of the barber called Sam. He was such a nice man. He wondered if he could come here again. He felt so good, so relaxed and at ease. Why did he want to come back? Oh! That's right for the beer. And the blow job. Could he get that again? Why didn't it bother him. Oh! That's right, it was something that mature guys did around each other. Real men understood this.
Still under the influence of the master barber; Oh! and the combination of drugs flowing through his system, Cooper heard the clack of the heavy-duty clippers.
Suddenly, he could feel his penis react.
"So Cooper! How about we start that haircut you came in for?' Sam said as he moved the clippers closer to the youth's thick, blonde hair.
'The haircut. Did I want that?' he answered stroking his thickening shaft. he thought he wanted more of that great beer.
'Yes Cooper; why else would you be in my chair? Remember you asked to look more manly. You are sick of all this boyish hair. I'm sick of all this boyish hair. You want to make Sam happy don't you?'
Something deep down inside him told him this was all wrong but the new found feelings in him or rather his cock argued otherwise.
'Yes! Sam happy!'
Seeing more mind control was needed Sam switched off the clippers. 'Maybe another beer first. Where are my manners?' He went to get another beer while Cooper stopped pleasuring himself.