The Real Tod

"Yeah, sure, I’ll send you the other one too! No, he is well conditioned, don’t worry. But what do I do with the real Todd now? I mean… Ok, yes… you think? You hired him yourself, you know what he looks like. I don’t care, yeah, sure, sure … Yeah, yeah, okay, that seems to fit me too. But tell me, before I make another mistake, the third one you wanted to send me … wait a minute, I’ll write it down, okay? Good, you can start …

After hanging up, he went back into the shop. The groan of Noname came through the salon, and the real Todd looked a bit irritated. “Oh, it’s the neighbours, they’re pretty … well, let’s say active, big guy. Why don’t you go and sit in that chair, eh?” Todd nodded, but seemed a little irritated by the persistent moaning and a sound that sounded suspiciously like thighs slapping against a bare bottom. The barber quickly put the cloak on him and before the young man could say a word, the paper ruff was fastened around his neck. The golden hair rested on the cape at the nape of his neck and the short full beard, also shining golden, made a perfect contrast to the dark plastic. He took a comb and visualized in his mind’s eye once again exactly what the boss had told him to do. When the picture was perfect, he began to comb the client’s hair slowly. “I think you’ll be happy when we cut the hair, won’t you? Your face doesn’t come out like that at all - yet it really is such a special face, striking and so masculine!” he said, noticing the irritated look on Todd’s face. As he turned the barber’s chair away from the mirror, Todd wanted to protest briefly, but the barber continued combing and noticed how Todd sank back into the chair and relaxed. “Yes, the face should be free - just like this neck. My goodness, what an impressive neck.” He put the comb aside and then began to massage Todd’s neck, which grew warm, then hot, under his fingers. Todd groaned softly and slid even deeper into the trance he was aiming for.

“So tense, but that’s no wonder. Your colleague was so tense too, and he’s a slender twink against you!” he said. “Oh, what, a dash. Such a magnificent neck …” Todd blinked, trying to fight the pinkish clouds clouding his brain. The boss had told him very clearly that he would have to go to this hairdresser to fit in better with the team. He was attached to his hair, actually, but he needed the job, and he needed it badly. It was just hair, and it was growing back too. And the boss had also told him, after asking several times, that he would not go bald. So what could happen? Only … this barber didn’t ask anything he wanted. Did he have no say at all? And why was the feeling of his hands on the back of his neck too electrifying, almost hypnotic? He closed his eyes, feeling relaxed in a strange way. He barely realized the hum that reached his ear, but when he felt the cold shear blades against his head, he jerked his eyes open. Golden strands of hair fell onto the cape, and he opened his mouth to protest, wanting to turn around and see what the barber was actually doing. But something stopped him. “This is getting much better, so much better! You’re supposed to be in charge of the shift, Big Boy, aren’t you?” “Yes, that’s what the boss said,” he murmured softly.

“Yes, a senior and boss. You really are an awe-inspiring man, anyone can see that!” the barber said, and Todd didn’t quite understand what he actually meant. He slid slightly back and forth on the narrow barber’s chair, which somehow squeezed his legs. Had the chair been this tight before? It creaked when he moved, and he knew something was wrong. But what? The chair had hardly shrunk - and he certainly hadn’t grown. He smiled at this silly thought and almost forgot that the barber was still attacking his head with the clippers. ‘I wonder what kind of haircut I will get …’, he thought.

“You don’t mind if I have a smoke, do you?” the barber asked, and already the click of a lighter was heard, followed by smoke. Todd coughed, but then sucked in the smoke, which had a strangely sweet aroma. “So it’s starting to take shape, you can see the tattoos much better - and those earrings, really, you shouldn’t have hidden them under all that hair!” the barber said, but that didn’t make any sense at all. He had a small tribal tattoo on his left shoulder blade, but why would you be able to see it better with shorter hair? And earrings? He had once had a small plug in his ear when he was sixteen, but he hadn’t worn it for years … Really, the guy was weird. Todd winced as the machine attacked the top of his head and more and longer strands slipped onto the cape. He slouched into the barber’s chair and heard the material crack and creak.

“Easy, big guy, don’t rip the backs off me!” the barber said, laughing. “You really are an animal, there’s no other way to put it. And such a prominent chin. I think the beard should come off too, what do you say?” “I don’t know about that, I …” Suddenly, Todd had a lit cigar in his mouth. He wanted to protest, but instead he puffed on it and inhaled the smoke deeply. His brain began to swim, and he felt a wave of relaxation flow through his body. Shave the beard? Hell, why not, it was growing again … He hadn’t finished the thought when the machine was already eating into his carefully groomed golden beard.

“Yes, that suits you much better! Quite wonderful!”, the barber said, and then disappeared. Todd took a drag on the cigar, something inside him telling him that he shouldn’t be doing this, that something was not at all right here. He felt strange, unable to put into words what it actually was. His body felt warm, almost hot, and the chair seemed to get tighter and tighter. Then, when the barber returned, he was carrying a soap dish and a brush. He began, without another word, to cover part of Todd’s head and face with a thick layer of shaving foam. His heart began to race, this wasn’t right, this was … he took another drag on the cigar, inhaled deeply and expelled the smoke through his nostrils.

“Sorry, can I use the phone here? My battery is dead and I really need to call!” The barber turned to the door and lowered the razor he was using to remove all the stubble from the back of the new shift leader’s head. In the doorway stood a faggot, skinny, in skin-tight white jeans, plus a shirt with glitter, colourful sneakers and a ridiculous hairstyle with the fringes combed into the face and the rest of the hair up-do. He stood there like he had a bad hip problem and smelled of a cloying perfume that almost brought tears to his eyes. He also noticed the snide glint in the fag’s eyes as he stood up. He, the muscular Chav with the bald head and the tight muscles in the tight barber outfit.

“Hello? I’m talking to you! My goodness, I had guessed this was a terrible redneck neighbourhood, but are you too stupid to answer me?” “Good afternoon, young man. What can I do for you? As you can see, I’m busy with a customer at the moment,” he said, pointing the razor at Tod, who was sitting dreamily in the chair, puffing on his cigar. “You’ve never heard of no-smoking protection either, have you? I told you I had to make a phone call. Would that be possible here, or is that too complicated?” the fag asked, looking at Todd with downright disgust. “Sure, it’s possible, but why don’t you sit in this chair for a moment? I’ll be right with you!” he said, pointing to the empty barber’s chair. “Just tell me where the bloody phone is, jeez, I already know how to use a phone, I’m not that stupid, and I’m in a bloody hurry too …” “I said, why don’t you little faggot sit down here in this chair and shut your stupid face for now until I’m done here with my customer?” “Now listen … let me …” The man’s eyes glazed over and he nodded. “Yeah, I really should sit my faggot ass down there and shut my stupid mouth, sir!” He marched to the chair, sat down, and then paused in absolute silence. “I’ll deal with you later, freak!” the barber said, then turned back to Todd, who was sitting in the chair with glazed eyes, puffing on his cigar. He grinned broadly, for the transformation was already well advanced. He picked up the razor again.

“So, big guy, let’s get you ready here! Really, a real doozy, there’s no other way to put it. And that cigar looks so good on you, you should always have one in your mouth from now on …” “Always have one in my mouth …”, Todd said in a voice that was several pitches lower than before. Carefully, the barber shaved the sides and back of his head. “So, big guy, we’re almost done now! Really, you are quite a magnificent alpha specimen, the new hairstyle really emphasises that wonderfully. I can’t wait to see what you think of it!” he said. Todd felt a strange tingling, a kind of anticipation. This barber had taken such good care of him! But an alpha male? Well, he certainly wasn’t a submissive twink. And yes, he was almost 1.90 m tall, but still quite slim … No one had ever called him ‘big guy’ … He took a drag on the cigar and then clamped it between his teeth as if he had never done anything else. Yes, he could really get used to that … a cigar in his mouth all the time … Then the mirror was in front of him and he blinked. Then he blinked again. “Good, isn’t it?” the barber asked, rubbing the back of his mirror-bare head. Todd stared into the mirror, slowly took the cigar out of his mouth and continued to stare. Surely that wasn’t him, how could that man there in the mirror be him? Before he could properly process what he was seeing, the barber removed the cape and Todd thought he was going to have a heart attack. Surely this was impossible!

“How … what …” he stammered, putting the cigar back between his lips. “I told you, it emphasises your status as an alpha male!” the barber said and began to massage his shoulders. And what shoulders they were! He was at least twice, heck, three times as broad as before. His neck looked like that of a bull, muscular, sinewy and enormous! His deltoids looked swollen and visually shortened his neck. And his shoulders … they were not only enormously wide, but it looked as if he had little melons under his skin, so round and plump were the shoulders. And they merged into arms that would make any Mr Universe turn green with envy. Watermelon-sized biceps muscles, triceps as swollen and thicker than his old arms. The gigantic pecs and back muscles made his arms stick out from his body at a strange angle that filled the whole barber chair to bursting. His chest, which loomed like a cupboard in front of him, rested on a roid-gut that was round, plump and as big as a medicine ball. His nipples were as big as erasers and pierced with fat silver rings. His legs threatened to prise the chair apart … Large tattoos adorned his whole body, Maori style tribals on his arms, chest, stomach, neck, legs, hands … he wore nothing but tiny leather briefs, barely able to hold his gigantic penis and orange-sized balls in place!

And his head, his face! Instead of full lips, narrow lines, deep nasolabial folds, a flat nose that gave him something bulldog-like, small, dark eyes, a heavy orbital arch and powerful eyebrows, together with the extremely broad and angular chin, gave him something of a Neanderthaler. And then the hairstyle: an oval island of short-cropped black hair, sides and back of the head completely hairless. Large, heavy silver rings swung in his ears as he turned his head, the cigar still in his mouth, and then touched the bare skin with his large, rough hands with his short, strong fingers. A cold shiver ran down his spine.

“So, what do you say?” the barber asked, beginning to nibble on his ear. Todd groaned. The feeling was overwhelming and his doubts melted away. He grabbed the barber like a toy, pulled him down to him and shoved his tongue into his mouth. After all, he was the alpha, the top of the food chain. The barber gasped in surprise as Todd tore the gown from his body. He stood up and realised how tall he was, certainly over six feet. The barber whimpered and he grabbed him, pushing him against the sink and, in one playful movement, ripped his trousers in two as well. “I’ll show you who’s the alpha here,” he said, spitting into his hand and then jamming the cigar between his teeth. “Oh yes …” whimpered the barber.