Royd: a man whose body was totally devoid of hair
All he knew was he was now standing along side BOSS in the entrance lobby dressed totally differently than he had been only a short time ago. Instead of the jeans, tee shirt and combat boots he had worn into Heavy Iron that morning he was now wearing a tight white tank top that ended just below his nipples, white short shorts that revealed more than they concealed and white laced boots that reminded Royd of those worn by professional wrestler’s. Through each pair of top lacing eyelets of the boots was a small Master brand padlock instead of laces.
“You remember your instructions Royd?” asked BOSS. “Yes BOSS, completely BOSS” replied Royd.
“Good, you are expected by the men I told you of, you will see each of them in the order given and return to me with they’ve completed their assignments.”
Exiting the gym Royd felt very strange being in public dressed as he was but knew if BOSS wanted him dressed this way it had to be right. Turning right Royd instinctively knew it was just over two blocks to Vito’s Barbershop.
Arriving at the shop Royd noticed that all the glass windows in front had been painted black as had the glass in the door. The only indication this was a business was red lettering over the black painted windows that said ”Vito’s Barbershop…You will leave here a new man. By Appointment Only.” Pushing open the door, Royd saw an older man who obviously spent a great deal of time lifting iron sitting in the one barber chair centered in the space.
“I’m Vic, BOSS sent me” Royd stated.
The barber rose from his chair while giving Royd the once over and smiled as he said “Close the door and lock it.”
“Strip off the shirt and those shorts, leave the boots since you can’t remove them any, and let me get a good look at you” said Vito.
Royd immediately complied. For a man who would soon be 48 years old, Royd had an above average body even with his slight beer gut. His heritage had given him considerable body hair with his chest being a forest of black hair highlighted with greying tones. Royd had spent months finding just the right stylist to cut his wavy brown/red hair in styles changing over the years but always just one step back from being cutting edge. Presently his hair was styled in what some would call a long buzz cut while others would think of it as a short, classic businessman’s cut. Looking at himself in the full length mirror, standing virtually naked as he hadn’t done in years except while toweling off after a shower, Royd realized he was actually a damn good looking man.
“OK boy, you’ve started long enough, get you ass behind those black curtains and onto the table you’ll find there” ordered Vito. With only a moments hesitation Royd complied.
“Usually when the BOSS sends a man to me he tells me to do what I think is best for their bodies and hair” commented Royd as rolled a stainless steel table of tools next to the table upon which Royd was lying. “With you it’s entirely different. The BOSS has claimed you as his personal project and has very definite ideas of how I am to begin your transformation. It won’t do you any good to try and get me to change what I am about to do with you as I work for the BOSS too and I know better than to not follow his orders to the letter.”
Vito then began rubbing all of Royd’s lower body with some form of astringent. When finished with the softening agent he took the first of several straight edged razors from the rolling table and began to shave all the hair from Royd’s lower body. Moving quickly and silently, his only orders to Royd being to lean in a certain direction, spread his legs or to role over, in just over an hour Royd found himself free of all body hair from his chin down. Offering no resistance either during the shaving process or now, Royd felt this was the way he was meant to be; especially if BOSS had ordered it so.
“Now, get your ass in the barber chair up front boy, we’ve lots yet to accomplish.”
Once Royd was seated on the chair Vito took a heavy black Oster clipper with no guard in place and began to shear the sides of Royd’s head. With no mirrors around him Royd had no idea how Vito was trimming his hair, only that it felt the clippers were going far shorter, and higher, than his hair had even been cut before. In what seemed to Royd as mere minutes he heard the hum of a machine grinding behind him and then felt warmth as Vito began spreading hot foam over much of his head first, then his face and neck. Working as quickly with another straight razor on Royd’s head and face as he had his body it was no time until Vito indicated Royd should feel his new face and sides of his head. Doing so Royd realized they were a smooth as porcelain. Extending his hands up the sides of his head Royd could only sense what had to be a ribbon of long hair extending from front to back down his head. He thought Vito had to be done with his hair and body shaving. He was wrong.
“You may have noticed that all the men working out at Heavy Iron wear either white, gray or black” commented Vito. “White is worn by newbies to the gym (laughingly called virgins) light or dark gray is the uniform colors for men as they advance in their training and black is worn almost exclusively by trainers and others in the employ of Heavy Iron. Since the BOSS has taken you as his personal project and pupil he has issued very specific orders for your appearance”.
That said Vito began mixing a combination of powder and cream in a large metal bowl. Within minutes the mixture was being spread through the hair remaining on Royds head as well as through his eyebrows. Only then did Royd realize how foul smelling was the mixture. Next a plastic bag was fitted over the top of Royd's head and twisted from the back to be so tight as to make Royd’s head begin to ache.
“You might as well get some rest boy, you’re going to be sitting like this for at least an hour.”
Royd apparently fell asleep for the next thing he knew his head was extended back over a wash basin with warm water being massaged through this hair by Vito. Next his face and eyebrows were rinsed and washed as well. Again seated upright in the barber chair Vito began trimming Royd’s remaining hair with small clippers and then moved to do the same to Royd’s eyebrows. Next Vito rubbed a jell-like substance into Royd’s hair and again began trimming the hair with a combination of clippers and scissors.
“OK boy, get you ass out of this chair and get dressed. You’ve got two more appointments.”
With no mirrors in the space Royd had still not seen how he now looked after almost three hours of Vito’s ministrations. What he did know was the tight abbreviated tank top and shorts now felt entirely differently upon his body than they had when he has first put them on and hair had covered his body. Royd couldn’t help it, his dick hardened under the tight shorts and suddenly the shorts filled out between his legs.
Exiting the barbershop Royd began walking to what he knew was his next appointment. About half way down the block Royd saw his reflection in a plate glass window and stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t be seeing his own reflection, could he? Instead of the once hard-charging middle aged executive the reflection Royd saw was of a man whose body was totally devoid of hair except for a strip of hair running from front to back on his head. His once bushy eyebrows were now clipped short and appeared to be arched in the middle. Suddenly it dawned upon Royd, his hair was now cut exactly as was the BOSS’s except the Mohawk cut BOSS wore was jet black and his was white, as white as the tank top, shorts and boots he now wore. Not only was his new Mohawk haircut stark white, so were his eyebrows…or that hair which remained above his eyes. Royd began smiling as he started walking to his next appointment
“You remember your instructions Royd?” asked BOSS. “Yes BOSS, completely BOSS” replied Royd.
“Good, you are expected by the men I told you of, you will see each of them in the order given and return to me with they’ve completed their assignments.”
Exiting the gym Royd felt very strange being in public dressed as he was but knew if BOSS wanted him dressed this way it had to be right. Turning right Royd instinctively knew it was just over two blocks to Vito’s Barbershop.
Arriving at the shop Royd noticed that all the glass windows in front had been painted black as had the glass in the door. The only indication this was a business was red lettering over the black painted windows that said ”Vito’s Barbershop…You will leave here a new man. By Appointment Only.” Pushing open the door, Royd saw an older man who obviously spent a great deal of time lifting iron sitting in the one barber chair centered in the space.
“I’m Vic, BOSS sent me” Royd stated.
The barber rose from his chair while giving Royd the once over and smiled as he said “Close the door and lock it.”
“Strip off the shirt and those shorts, leave the boots since you can’t remove them any, and let me get a good look at you” said Vito.
Royd immediately complied. For a man who would soon be 48 years old, Royd had an above average body even with his slight beer gut. His heritage had given him considerable body hair with his chest being a forest of black hair highlighted with greying tones. Royd had spent months finding just the right stylist to cut his wavy brown/red hair in styles changing over the years but always just one step back from being cutting edge. Presently his hair was styled in what some would call a long buzz cut while others would think of it as a short, classic businessman’s cut. Looking at himself in the full length mirror, standing virtually naked as he hadn’t done in years except while toweling off after a shower, Royd realized he was actually a damn good looking man.
“OK boy, you’ve started long enough, get you ass behind those black curtains and onto the table you’ll find there” ordered Vito. With only a moments hesitation Royd complied.
“Usually when the BOSS sends a man to me he tells me to do what I think is best for their bodies and hair” commented Royd as rolled a stainless steel table of tools next to the table upon which Royd was lying. “With you it’s entirely different. The BOSS has claimed you as his personal project and has very definite ideas of how I am to begin your transformation. It won’t do you any good to try and get me to change what I am about to do with you as I work for the BOSS too and I know better than to not follow his orders to the letter.”
Vito then began rubbing all of Royd’s lower body with some form of astringent. When finished with the softening agent he took the first of several straight edged razors from the rolling table and began to shave all the hair from Royd’s lower body. Moving quickly and silently, his only orders to Royd being to lean in a certain direction, spread his legs or to role over, in just over an hour Royd found himself free of all body hair from his chin down. Offering no resistance either during the shaving process or now, Royd felt this was the way he was meant to be; especially if BOSS had ordered it so.
“Now, get your ass in the barber chair up front boy, we’ve lots yet to accomplish.”
Once Royd was seated on the chair Vito took a heavy black Oster clipper with no guard in place and began to shear the sides of Royd’s head. With no mirrors around him Royd had no idea how Vito was trimming his hair, only that it felt the clippers were going far shorter, and higher, than his hair had even been cut before. In what seemed to Royd as mere minutes he heard the hum of a machine grinding behind him and then felt warmth as Vito began spreading hot foam over much of his head first, then his face and neck. Working as quickly with another straight razor on Royd’s head and face as he had his body it was no time until Vito indicated Royd should feel his new face and sides of his head. Doing so Royd realized they were a smooth as porcelain. Extending his hands up the sides of his head Royd could only sense what had to be a ribbon of long hair extending from front to back down his head. He thought Vito had to be done with his hair and body shaving. He was wrong.
“You may have noticed that all the men working out at Heavy Iron wear either white, gray or black” commented Vito. “White is worn by newbies to the gym (laughingly called virgins) light or dark gray is the uniform colors for men as they advance in their training and black is worn almost exclusively by trainers and others in the employ of Heavy Iron. Since the BOSS has taken you as his personal project and pupil he has issued very specific orders for your appearance”.
That said Vito began mixing a combination of powder and cream in a large metal bowl. Within minutes the mixture was being spread through the hair remaining on Royds head as well as through his eyebrows. Only then did Royd realize how foul smelling was the mixture. Next a plastic bag was fitted over the top of Royd's head and twisted from the back to be so tight as to make Royd’s head begin to ache.
“You might as well get some rest boy, you’re going to be sitting like this for at least an hour.”
Royd apparently fell asleep for the next thing he knew his head was extended back over a wash basin with warm water being massaged through this hair by Vito. Next his face and eyebrows were rinsed and washed as well. Again seated upright in the barber chair Vito began trimming Royd’s remaining hair with small clippers and then moved to do the same to Royd’s eyebrows. Next Vito rubbed a jell-like substance into Royd’s hair and again began trimming the hair with a combination of clippers and scissors.
“OK boy, get you ass out of this chair and get dressed. You’ve got two more appointments.”
With no mirrors in the space Royd had still not seen how he now looked after almost three hours of Vito’s ministrations. What he did know was the tight abbreviated tank top and shorts now felt entirely differently upon his body than they had when he has first put them on and hair had covered his body. Royd couldn’t help it, his dick hardened under the tight shorts and suddenly the shorts filled out between his legs.
Exiting the barbershop Royd began walking to what he knew was his next appointment. About half way down the block Royd saw his reflection in a plate glass window and stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t be seeing his own reflection, could he? Instead of the once hard-charging middle aged executive the reflection Royd saw was of a man whose body was totally devoid of hair except for a strip of hair running from front to back on his head. His once bushy eyebrows were now clipped short and appeared to be arched in the middle. Suddenly it dawned upon Royd, his hair was now cut exactly as was the BOSS’s except the Mohawk cut BOSS wore was jet black and his was white, as white as the tank top, shorts and boots he now wore. Not only was his new Mohawk haircut stark white, so were his eyebrows…or that hair which remained above his eyes. Royd began smiling as he started walking to his next appointment
há 4 anos
"I see Vito has completed his part of your transformation boy, now it's my turn. Strip!"
Only weeks (or was it days) Royd would have refused to even associate with a guy looking like Eddy let alone follow such orders but in seconds he found himself standing completely naked except for his locked-on boots. He knew what he was doing was to please BOSS and that was all that mattered.
"Ass in the chair boy, and drink this." Handing Royd a plastic bottle that appeared to be distilled water, Eddy began explaining how he too had specific orders from the BOSS on what was to be done with Royd. Royd drank the water as Eddy was talking and while screens began to drop from the ceiling which would shield Royd from being seen by anyone who might pass by outside.
It seemed to Royd that Eddy must be moving farther away from him as he was finding it harder and harder to hear what Eddy was saying. Within minutes Royd was out cold. Looking at Royd's now lifeless naked form in the chair Eddy was amazed to think that this was the same man for whom he had once worked, of course that was before the BOSS took over Eddy's life as he was now doing with the man in front of him. Edward Jameson had been a midlevel sales representative for the company owned by Roderick Royd Roided. Eddy had been the BOSS'S first 'white' boy, but he knew plans for Royd's future was far different than had been his. He knew the BOSS better than did most and the BOSS was attracted to Royd in a way unlike he had been with any other man he had trained and made a part of Heavy Iron family.