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Fifteen year old Patrick. Such a beautiful young man.

Freshly caned and then given the shortest haircut he had ever had, but deep down he knew he wanted it.

‘Just the beginning, boy!’ his step father had whispered in his ear as he sat in the chair and the restraints were fastened.

A new regimen awaited him. His old life was gone.

A wardrobe of nothing but school uniform and formal clothing, a 'discipline room’ filled with chastity devices, buttplugs, hoods and gags, paddles, canes and switches, and a made-to-measure rubber cat-suit and sleep-sack.

The clippers slipped higher up his neck and temples. The vibrations tickling as thick, dark hair was efficiently removed revealing scalp.

The erotic dread of what was happening to him sank in.

His teenage cock twitched

All teens should be buzzed

To those of you who know me in the real world, it’ll be no surprise that I’m losing my hair.

I’ll admit I’ve been in denial about it, holding on to it for no other reason than I considered my hair to be such a large part of my identity and confidence for so many years. I’ve grown it long, cut it short, spiked, coloured, mohawked and even curled it.

Ten years ago I had my own Britney breakdown on New year’s eve and started shaving my head while blind drunk. Obviously I needed some help finishing it off.

What followed was months of regrowth; it took about 6 months for me to have any kind of recognizable hairstyle. This happened back when the barbering/hairdressing industry was a very different place, before the resurgence in popularity of the barbering profession over the past 6 years.

I first noticed my hair thinning around 5 years ago. At first it was a few photos from unflattering angles, followed by the odd comment and even having my crown poked with the words “What’s that?”.

My hair has thinned to transparency throughout my crown area, and the front hairline has receded as well, making the remaining hair half the thickness as it is on my sides and nape.

Although I’ve looked into processes such as hair transplants, micro-needling and trying to make changes to my diet and lifestyle, I’ve found that the options available to me are either ineffective or prohibitively expensive to have done.

Although I can style my hair well, it takes a level of effort that I feel no longer pays off with how thin it has become. Almost like trying to style smoke in some parts.

The only way forward I see for myself at the moment is to simply shave my head. The main difference this time is that I have 10 years of experience in hair AND I have a beard!

After a long chat with Matt, one of my colleagues at Keep The Faith Social Club, we decided to take it down as short as possible using the Wahl Cordless Detailers and then tapered in the neckline with a foil shaper.

We also ended up blending the beard out rather than creating a point. (This decision was made using one of those Wheel of Fortune style apps).

This post and decision may seem very sudden or even drastic, but this post has taken me months to write. The past 4 years have been a long journey for my hair to say the least. Now it’s finally done, I feel like there has been a weight lifted, obviously physically but I also now feel like I don’t have to worry about what my hair looks like.

I was expecting it to feel so alien to me and yet it just feels alarmingly normal, which is something I didn’t even account for. I guess that’s the difference between taking the time to prepare yourself for a big change, rather than being a drunken mess, yeeting your hair straight into a bin on New Year’s Eve!

I’ll admit that I’m still not sure about it. I even forget about what I’ve done sometimes until I see myself in a mirror. But I still believe it was the best thing I could have done!

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Is there anyone with grooming experience on here that would be able to private message me a bit? I’m trying to find the best clippers for myself and I’d love to get opinions!

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My situation didn’t look good. I’d just been told that I was going to be joining the same skinhead crew that my, now a skinhead, brother had been inducted into. I heard the door open and picked up on a conversation between two of the skinheads, one of which was Stevo. 

“…that’s what I’ve decided. When we are done, he’ll be perfect as a bootlicking rubberskin pisspig”, I was pretty sure that was the voice of Stevo, and that he was talking about yours truly.

The two voices entered the room.

“That’ll take some work, but I know you’ve always had a thing for rubber and piss bois”. It was another voice that I’d not heard before. He went off looking around the house. 

“Nice digs m8, do you own it?” I turned my head to see another of the skinhead crew coming out of my kitchen. He had matching boots and jacket and was wearing camouflage pants. 

Before I could answer Stevo interrupted. “That’s Dunc by the way. We will talk about that later, c’mon let’s get him started on his journey.” 

“Are we not going to get his brother to help”? Asked Dunc. They stopped talking and listened to the noises coming from upstairs, the simultaneously laughed and said. Let’s not interrupt them right now. 

I looked back towards where Stevo standing. He had a big black bag in his left hand, which he put down on the floor “"This is for you. It’s a present, but you’re not ready for it yet”. 

“What is it”? I asked

“Something you’re going to be wearing a lot of the time very soon”. 

I was starting to get worried, but at the same time I was starting to feel a bit ‘strange’. I don’t know whether it was what my brother had told me about what happened to him, what I imagined was going on upstairs, or being surrounded by a gang of hard-looking, booted skinheads.

Stevo camd up to me with a plastic cup filled with an orange liquid, which looked like Fanta. “Here, drink this”. He said and brought it up to my lips. “You’re probably dehydrated so you need to drink something”.

“Thanks” I said as I gulped the drink. The first mouthful tasted rally bitter - not what I expected. But as I got used to the taste, I realised I quite liked it. In no time I’d emptied the contents of the cup.

“Now, if you don’t want to end up in a world of pain, you’re not going move an inch” It sounded like Stevo was giving an order, not making a request. With an evil grin he picked up a set of hair clippers.

Then came the realisation that he was going to shave off all my lovely hair. Worse than that, as I he began I could see how excited Stevo was becoming as I noticed a thick lump slowly swelling in the front of his bleachers. He ran the clippers all over my head. As he did so, clumps of hair were falling to the ground around me. As the ploughing continued, I felt what can only be described as a pleasant ‘buzz’ through my body. I didn’t know whether to put it down to the vibration from the clippers or the strange feeling of the air blowing round my newly clipped head. Whatever it was I was becoming extremely aroused. Worse still I think Stevo noticed this. With that he turned off the clippers and headed off into the kitchen. 

Dunc walked across to me with a mirror in his hand. He turned it towards me so that I could see the result of Stevo’s handiwork. I started to fight against the restraints, but Dunc pushed down on my shoulders. “You’re not done yet. There’s a lot to do before we’ve got you looking right lad. Don’t worry, we’re going to look after you”.

Just then Stevo came back in the room carrying a bowl with steaming water in in. He was also smoking a cigarette. “Take care of this for me, won’t you lad?” Stevo said, took the cigarette out of his mouth and shoved between my lips. Strangely, I felt compelled to suck on it, drawing in the smoke deeper and deeper into my virgin lungs.

As I was taking my first cigarette, something I thought I’d never do, Stevo applied a liberal amount of shaving cream to my skull. With each stoke of the razor over my head he was removing more and more of the stubble, removing more and more of the old me. At the same time he was transforming me into one of them; Into a skinhead just like they had done to my brother, just like them. When Stevo was finally finished, he took a towel and dried my head off. 

Once again, Dunc picked up the mirror and pointed it towards me. I saw my new look in the mirror, I was scared but I was also excited and I could feel my cock stiffen again.

(to be continued)

“Several rounds of Special Brew later and I was in a pretty bad state. I tried to stand up but didn’t succeed, so Nick told the lads to help me out of the pub and that we were all going to go to crash at his place for the night. Little did I know that this would be the night that I would be turned into the newest member of Nick’s skinhead crew.

When we got back to Nick’s house there was someone already standing in the doorway. Little did I know that he  had made sure that one of his crew stayed at the house, sober that evening in order to welcome me into the crewI.  vaguely remember Nick shouting “Stevo, get over here and give us a hand…”

I felt another pair of hands supporting me as we walked through the hallway and into the kitchen. They lead me over to a chair that was in the middle of the room, and plonked me down on it. First they removed my T-shirt and then they tied my hands behind my back. I heard Stevo say to Nick that I wouldn’t be going anywhere unless they let me. The other lads left me alone in the kitchen with Stevo.

The next thing I heard through my drunken state was the familiar clack of hair clippers. Whoever was in charge of using the clippers showed me that they had removed the guard. As drunk as I was I knew they were going to to shear off every hair that was growing on my head. They made short work of ploughing through my hair. Very soon I could feel a coolness on my exposed head. Just as I was getting used to this I felt hot water being poured over my head. Then I felt what must have been shaving cream being applied to my head. Stevo looked down at me and smiled a very sinister smile as he was working the cream it into my scalp. He told me that he wanted to guarantee closest of shaves. Next he reached for a pack of Mach III razors. I remember Hutch saying, “You’ll be doing this next time my lad so listen, watch and learn. Shave with the grain of your hair, like you do your face. The best way is to start with the softer hair on the top of the scalp first, then the sides, then the back, by leaving this for last, you allow them to soften for a longer period of time under the shaving cream.”

After each stroke, Stevo rinsed the blade in hot water. Very soon my head was completely shaved and devoid of hair. He rinsed my head with cold water from the kitchen sink. He said there were a couple nicks that he dealt with using a styptic pen. Then he shouted for Nick to come and look at the new-boi.”

(To be continued)