Transforming You To "My Desires": The Early Years 2
by Titan
IN TODD'S BARBERSHOP
Josh felt like he’d been rejuvenated after the shower.
He was feeling very good about himself as if a weight had been lifted.
Who would ever think a guy like this barber could do that to him. As he looked at the barber he couldn’t help thinking what a good-looking man he was. It was then he realized he was completely naked. Somehow having the barber staring at his naked body didn’t bother him.
Hang on! What was he doing? One head massage and a shower and he was starting to think like a fag.
“Oh! Here, put this on till we’re finished.” Todd offered a light-weight gown to Josh. “So now for your cut.”
As Todd worked on his hair he couldn’t help looking at the barber’s reflective bald scalp in the mirror. It had no shadow at all on top despite his dark goatee. There was only the classic horseshoe of shadow on the sides and back.
He thought it odd for a barber to be bald, but then he hadn’t been to many traditional barbers before, he always went to unisex hair salons.
As he stared he had to admit it did suit the barber and added to his rough exterior.
He wondered how much weight the guy was packing. He had big shoulders and a solid chest which seemed to stretch through the material of the tunic he was wearing. In fact, it looked like the guy had enormous rings through both nipples, which in themselves looked long and thick. A large beach ball of a stomach was also obvious, pressing up against Josh’s arm. He didn’t move it away. He started to wonder what it would feel like with heavy, shiny rings through his own nipples.
As he studied the barber he thought the extra pounds suited him. He himself had never had an ounce of fat on him, but he wondered what he would look like without his flat stomach.
Hang on. Where did that come from?
Suddenly he snapped himself out of his weird daydream. Why was he so fixated on the barber? He was straight!
“So how does that look?” Todd asked taking a mirror to show the back of Josh’s head.
“Oh! Fine.” Josh said a little startled.
“See! I didn’t use the clippers.”
“Hmm. Yeah!”
“Well you said no clippers!” Todd reminded him, detecting the disappointment.
“Did I?” Josh didn’t remember saying that. His hair was trimmed a little but still very thick and wavy. It made him look very boyish, almost effeminate. Clippers would have made him look older and more masculine, wouldn’t they?
“Well if you get home and you want to change your mind you can come back and have the next cut free!”
“Oh! Well that is very good of you.” Josh replied, glad he’d come to this particular barbershop.
“All part of the service.” Todd said cheerily as he took away the cape.
As he left the shop, Todd knew the kid would be back. That had been part of the plan. Dan had instructed Todd to start instigating the brainwashing techniques, starting with the special shampoo.
The kid was going to be staring in one of ’latherboi 23’s’ stories but this time it was going to be played out in real life.
Todd knew the story Dan was talking about, it had been one of his favorites’. But he decided to have some artistic freedom as he didn’t have the story in front of him. What would it matter if he strayed from the pages of the story? He knew it would cause problems between him and his master but he didn’t mind, he hadn’t been getting much attention from Dan lately. He seemed to be obsessed with his experiments and laboratory.
At least he would get some attention now!
BACK AT THE MANSION
Dan picked up the manuscripts that contained Justin’s or rather Latherboi’s stories. He found the one he was looking for.
“THIS IS NO PLACE FOR A BOY LIKE YOU” by Latherboi 23
PART ONE
Kent O’Donnell knew he looked good. Everyone told him. Blonde, 6’ 3” and every bit of it muscle. He would shave his body of all its hair daily, as he loved the smooth look. It made his huge muscles look even bigger. Besides, all the jocks were doing it.
He looked older than his 19 years and was popular with the ladies. His only problem was his vanity……
Dan continued to skim over the story until he came to part two. It contained the details of the all-important transformations.
PART TWO
Kent had no idea what had brought him into this seedy bar on the other side of town, only that he was feeling tired and annoyed that his recent girlfriend had dumped him. This was becoming a habit as girl after girl broke up with him. They normally said that he was far more interested in his looks and body than them and only used them for sex.
As he downed his first beer feeling more relaxed, a huge shadow loomed up beside him.
“Is this seat taken?” said a very deep voice.
Looking up he was staring at a thick, black beard with a smiling mouth barely visible under a luxuriantly styled moustache. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a Village People clip. He was dressed from head to toe in leather, an open vest exposing a very hairy chest. Both nipples sported gold, rings.
On his head was a leather cap, no hair being visible beneath.
“Ah! Ah…!” was all that could come out of Kent’s mouth as he looked at the giant beside him.
“Cat got your tongue dude?” the stranger replied as he sat down beside Kent.
“No… I mean…..yes……it’s just…..you startled me” Kent garbled.
“Sorry about that. You’re new around here?”
“Ah, sure am. Not my usual part of town.”
“I thought so. I’m sure I would have noticed a guy like you before,” the stranger went to rub Kent’s leg.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Are you a fag or something?” Kent suddenly shouted.
Everyone in the bar looked at Kent.
“Well sorry there” the stranger said moving his hand away. But usually the only guy’s that come in this place are fags so I guess that makes me one.”
As Kent scanned the darkened bar it dawned on him there were only guys in here. Many wearing leather.
“Shit!” He hadn’t noticed he’d been drinking for half an hour in a gay bar.” I never thought I’d be caught dead in some old fag bar.” Not realizing how he sounded. Then he thought to add, “Not that I have a problem with you guy’s, as long as you don’t force your shit on me.”
“No! Of course not!” the stranger said sounding a little sinister. “Here! Let me buy you a drink to show there are no hard feelings.”
Kent didn’t want to upset the guy. He was sure he could certainly cause some trouble with those muscles he could see through the tightly fitting leather. Plus he had noticed the angry looks on the other dozed patrons who had been watching the scene being played out at the bar.
“Thanks. I could do with another.” Kent said trying to calm his nerves. “He thought he just have this and go.
As they downed the beer Kent found out the name of his admirer, Armin.
Armin explained he was originally from Turkey but had lived in the States for years.
They talked for a while, Armin buying him another beer even though Kent said he should go. He put a big hand on his shoulder and forced him back onto the stool.
“So why is a young, good-looking, guy like you in a dump like this?” Armin decided to question the youth.
“I was just passing and felt thirsty. I suppose I didn’t really notice the sort of bar.” Kent said, not wanting to talk about his break-up.
“Really?” Armin asked wondering if this guy was as straight as he said. He’d heard the ‘I didn’t know it was a gay bar before’ line many times from guy’s who were shy or not wanting to come out.
“Well Kent, a guy with your looks has to be careful coming into a bar like this.”
“Well I don’t have anything against you gay guys, I mean.... it’s your life. Yous.. can do whatever yous want.” Kent hadn’t noticed he was starting to slur his words. Armin pushed another beer towards him.
“Oh! Thanks…… but I really should be going.” Kent said as the huge pitcher of beer was offered.
He didn’t normally drink a lot of beer, being conscious of his six-pack.
“Stay and enjoy another!” Armin said. “You seem to be getting a real taste for this brew.”
“First... I’d better take a leak” Kent got off the stool to head to the rest room.
Armin took the opportunity to spike the drink. Then he turned to the barmen, “the back room vacant?”
The barmen nodded. Armin slipped a 100 dollar bill forward.
When Kent returned he downed the next beer in record time.
He was now feeling the effects of the drug.
“So Kent, you are a good-looking dude if you don’t mind me saying. How come you’re not out with some girl?”
“Well…….Armin, I us ta have one, but the bitch dumped me…..can yah belief it……?”
“Well I’m sure you’ll find another in no time.” Armin smiled as he noticed the change in Kent. He wondered if the guy really even had a girlfriend.
“I….don’t care………..I like it right here… you are very….good……listener…’hic’! …exth...… me. That beer…..has a powerful ….”
“But this is a gay bar for leather guys and their daddies. You don’t really fit in here do you?” Armin said cutting in. “He passed over another big jug of beer, also drugged but this time by the barman.
“Wada ya mean…..I don’t fit…in? They all keep looking at me…… they likes what they see.”
“Well yes you look great but too much a twink. You could pass for a girl except you don’t have tits. In fact you’re looking more the queen than anyone here. Have a look around; we only let older, masculine guys in here.
“Really? You mean…I look more…gay…..’Hic’…..wh? ….what...can I do?”
“Well for a start you cold sprout some facial hair, that’d make you look older. And you could stop shaving your body hair,” he said rubbing a hand down exposed chest.
“Hey! No funny…..business I said.”
“Well you do shave your whole body don’t you?”
Kent was suddenly embarrassed, “Sometimes…. Come on, all the guys do.” He said trying to sound defensive.
“Well I know a guy who could help you look great, like a real man. More masculine and mature.” Armin knew he had him hooked.
“Who Armin….?”
“Me! I’m a trained barber.”
“No shit!” suddenly he took his left hand and ran it through his thick locks. “You don’t look like a barber…. What happened to all your hair?” he said with a girlish giggle.
“Shouldn’t knock the cue-ball look till you’ve tried it.” Armin answered as he took his cap off and ran a hand over his shiny scalp.
“Well I like my hair man……”
“Then I would only give you a more mature style then. What do you say I give you a free haircut? Wouldn’t you like me to help you get rid of that gay, collage look you have?” Armin gently coaxed.
“I……I don….maybe…… if it’s no……..” suddenly the words stopped and Kent’s head hit the bar.
Nobody paid any attention to Armin as he dragged the blonde youth to a door beside the bar.An oversized chair was in the center of the room. It was like a chair you’d find in a dental surgery although this one seemed to have lots of attachments.
Leather restraints were visible on the armrests but these wouldn’t be needed yet!
In front of the chair was a small counter with a large mirror. Beside it was a myriad of equipment most of it on castors. This was the room that Armin ‘worked’ in if you could call it that. He was the main occupant as the bar was only small, and many of the drinkers were unaware what happened behind that door. Armin had showed his talents early to the owners of the bar.
They had set up this addition to their bar in order to convert more guys to the gay side, particularly leather and bears. It had been quite an outlay but most of the time it was used for fun.
As he settled the comatose Kent in the upright chair he pulled an overhead dome that resembled a fancy hairdryer, down until it completely covered the kids head.
Flicking a few buttons on the side, the machine started to hum and lights began to illuminate Kent’s face.
Armin returned to the bar letting the machine perform its task.
It wouldn’t take long.
Returning a hour later, Armin raised the metal hood and marveled at how handsome the unconscious kid was.
He reclined the chair and started to strip his clothes off him. The cock was at full mast. Well it certainly looked like he’d been enjoying his brainwashing session already.
Armin applied a gel to the seven inch thick monster and wheeled a machine on a trolley over. A large cylinder was attached to his penis while two smaller ones were set over the small nipples.
Switching it on the machine began to suck the air out of each cylinder, causing the engorged penis to fill the cylinder. The smallish nipples would need to be worked on longer, Armin thought as they barely filled any of their prisons. Then with a flick of a switch a small phallic object came out of the seat beneath his butt. It didn’t take long for it to penetrate the kids ring, helped along by copious amounts of lube. The dildo could be inflated to fill more and more of the kid’s virgin hole.
Finally pair of headphones was placed on his ears. Subliminal messages were now set to enforce the feelings he was experiencing all over his body. This would take about an hour.
Meanwhile Armin went about styling the mop of blonde hair before him.
He picked up a pair of scissors and began reducing the thickness on top then the sides. Finally he fired up a pair of clippers and without any delay he plunged them into the front hairline.
Kent slowly opened his eyes. He couldn’t remember what had happened? He had the biggest headache.
As he leaned forward in the chair he went to rub his head which was feeling much lighter and was surprised to find it mostly bristles. Trying to focus on the mirror in front he could see his new, shorter haircut in the mirror.
Suddenly he remembered being in the bar with Armin. There was something about a haircut to help him fit in. Turning his head from side to side he liked the new buzz down cut. It was like one of those military cuts, longer on top shorter around the sides. It made him appear older, tougher.
“Kent! You dozed off for a minute. How are you feeling?”
He looked towards the voice and saw the familiar face of Armin.
“Yeah! Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“So do you like what we’ve done so far?” Armin said.
“Yeah! I mean it’s short, but for some reason I really like it.” He replied running his hand backward and forward over the bristles at the nape of his neck. At the same time he felt his cock stir, it was turning him on. He continued to rub.
“You were so relaxed you must have drifted off. You were adamant you wanted to go shorter, but I told you to do it gradually.”
“I wanted to go shorter? That didn’t sound like him. He couldn’t remember asking for such a radical haircut.
“Yes sir! It really suits you!” said Armin “but if you’d like a shorter cut come back and see me.”
FIVE DAYS LATER
Well Kent couldn’t stop looking in the mirror at himself. Every chance he got he would jerk off while touching his head. He didn’t know what had come over him as he started to fixate on his cock and his nipples. They seemed to be protruding more. As he rubbed his finger over them he started to think about that bar he’d accidently come across.
It wasn’t long before he found himself back in the bar looking for Armin.
The barman told Kent to relax, he’d call Armin. Meanwhile he offered another ‘special’ beer and told him it was on the house.
It didn’t take long for the spiked drink to work.
He found himself studying the barman. He found out the guy was only 24 but he looked so much older.
Baz was the guy’s name, Kent remembered. He was dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt way too small for him. It showed a muscular chest and powerful biceps. His head was smooth, not a shadow of hair on it which contrasted with the thick, well-trimmed goatee he wore. His arms had a full sleeve of tribal tattoos. What Kent couldn’t stop looking at was the heavy body jewelry the guy wore. Various size rings in both ears, a spike under the bottom lip, a piercing through the top of his nose, and obvious signs of big rings on both nipples.
The only thing that Kent didn’t like was that the guy wasn’t carrying any weight around the middle. He poked at his stomach and felt a slight bulge.’ A real man needs to be big!’ he thought to himself. Hang on, what was he thinking? Why was he fantasizing about Baz?
It wasn’t long before Armin turned up, smiling at the scene before him. Kent was already showing the effects of the drug the barman had slipped him.
“Back again? I thought you weren’t into guys?” Armin said as he placed a big paw on Kent’s shoulder.
“Well….I is not...but you said if I wanted to go shorter…you know…..a haircut.” He stammered.
“So soon! Well, if that’s what you want buddy.”
“I….I……just want to try a little more….off the top.” He was not even thinking about what he was saying as the powerful drugs took hold.
“Okay, let’s step into my office.” Armin smiled at the barman as he helped Kent into the back room.
As he settled in the chair, Armin started to lower the overhead helmet. “First I have to make sure this is really what you want.” Before Kent could react he felt straps around his chest. Armin couldn’t hear exactly what Kent said under the machine but his struggles indicated he was worried. Next the restraints were applied around his wrists. Soon the struggles stopped as the brainwashing began. The machine hummed and different lights could be seen emitting from beneath.
That device had a visor directly in front of the subject’s eyes. It would play continuous video of differing types of bears getting it on. The main star was Kent and along with the subliminal messages of his new life he was fed the right amount of a ‘love potion’ through ports in the side of the helmet
Armin’s name was repeated over and over as his arse was invaded by another greased dildo.
Next the vacuum cylinders were placed over his cock and nipples. Combined with the drugs he’d been fed, he was as horny as hell as every part of him was sucked and probed.
When he awoke, dazed in the upright chair he was surprised to see himself in the mirror still a lot of hair on top, only this time flatter on top.
“Wh...What happened? My hair’s the same. You were going to trim it shorter?” Kent sounded disappointed.
“I did.” Armin said as he ran a hand to the top of Kent’s head.
The area Armin touched was smooth. Not a ounce of stubble.
Kent leaned into the mirror putting his head down. The hair was indeed different; it was like he’d seen on a marine friend of his father. Boxed on the front it looked like a flattop but the top had been shaved bald in a long wide stripe going to the crown.
“It’s called a high and tight with shaved landing strip. Traditionally I’d shave the sides to skin but this way you still look pretty much yourself.” Armin said as he applied a gel to the shaved landing strip. “We can make it wider if you want?”
“Wow!” was all that came out of Kent’s mouth. This was really turning him on so much he didn’t notice the feeling in his arse.
“See if you like this style before we talk about going shorter, okay!” Armin said as he cleaned up.
Kent left the bar still not believing his new haircut.