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This is a new story following on from the stories I posted originally under the title, The Bears Den. It was about a Bears Bar run by Kevin and Bart, located in a run-down part of town. A young guy, named Luke, had happened into the bar, and not too many hours latter, he had been transformed forever……into a fifty year old, 300lb leather bear, unable to remember his former life. The patrons at the bar were stunned by the transformation, none more than one particular guy sitting in a dark corner of the 
bar……………….. 

Part One: 

Dan Kelters was having a real bad day. He’d just been chewed-out by his department head, about a botched up assignment he’d been heading. Dan worked for a contracted company, secretly employed by the NCF, the National Crime Force. The company was called; New Beginnings. There whole existance relied on the Witness Protection program run by the NCF. Recently, Dan had been working on a new identity for an informant involved in a murder trial. Somehow, the informants new identity had been discovered as he’d been kidnapped, not long after Dan had made a follow-up visit to check on his progress. Once the NCF handed over the witness, their involvement was finished. The less people that knew the witness as they were assigned their new life, the better. 

Dan was sitting at his desk, pondering how this latest breach of security had happened. All the employees had thorough security checks. And except for the section heads like Dan, no one had access to any information about the person. 
Dan rubbed his head, feeling the course stubble starting to grow from his shaved scalp. He suddenly wished he had taken up his friend, Kens offer, to wax his head. It certainly kept it smoother far longer than shaving, and he’d loved the bald look ever since he’d first tried it in College. Ken was a long time friend of his, who ran a gay bar for Bears on the east-side. Dan would often visit to unwind after work, have a drink maybe get a little action on the side. Because of his job, there wasn’t room for any real relationships, so Dan relished the hot, rough leather guys, of all ages he met at the Bears Den. 

Dan decided he might visit Ken tonight, as he shrugged off the bad news about case number 356, and began looking through a new file his boss had thrown on his desk, with the exact words, “you can’t loose this guy, otherwise, we’ve lost the NCF contract”. The file contained very little information, and this was important; the less people that knew about a witness, the better. Case number 359. This guy was the only witness in a criminal indictment of a high-profile mobster. Dan turned to his computer, and entered the reference numbers for the case. The screen asked for the required passwords, then up came a picture of the witness. Dan could feel his cock growing, the guy in the picture was definitely a looker. Couldn’t have been more than 19, long blond hair neatly tied back from his clean-shaven face. Seemed to be a little on the scrawny side, probably from too many drugs, Dan thought to himself. He continued looking at the various photos, before reading the case file. The clients name was Bret Williamson. Aged: 28. His arrest sheet was impressive. Started out small before becomming a big supplier of various drugs to mainly college kids. He’d been working for the drug cartel, owned by the now imprisoned mobster. Because he looked so young, they decided he was ideal to pretend he was going to the same college, while peddling the drugs. 
Bret deserved no sympathy, Dan thought, but knew he’d been given freedom in exchange for his testimony. Dan knew only too well, the crime syndicate would be trying to find this kid. How could he hide him. Even moving him to another country, often failed. Dan knew in his line of business, it was the witness that usually gave themselves away in the end. Suddenly a weird thought came to Dan, “I wonder?” He picked up his phone and began to dial. 
His mind was focusing back to the Bears Den, last Week. He’d been having a quiet drink, sitting alone in the corner when he’d witnessed, a hugh good-looking bear daddy walk into the bar with the owner,Ken. As word spread about the new arrival, Dan heard the name Luke. Surely this couldn’t be the same Luke that had run into Ken when they were sharing a drink together earlier in the night. Ken had told Dan he’d teach the punk a lesson, due to his offhandedness, and Dan watched them leave together latter. Dan knew all about Ken’s Barbershop, but only realised the magic Ken was capable of when Ken told him what he’d done. Dan joked that night to Ken,“I think you’d be perfect using your talents to work for my company”. 
Now it seemed like the perfect solution but would the boss go for it, an outsider working for them? Dan looked back at the monitor. Could Ken work his spell on Bret and ensure no one would find him? 

Part 2 

Ken was busy cleaning up after his last customer. It was nearly 5.00pm, and Ken had closed his Barbershop early. He’d had a call from his old friend, Dan Kellters asking if he could bring his boss around at 5 to discuss a business proposition. This had definitely sparked Ken’s curiosity; especially as Dan outlined it was to do with his makeover of ‘Luke’ that Dan had witness the last time he was in their bar. Ken didn’t know much about Dan’s work – something about a private detective agency. He’d remembered Dan saying his boss was quite the stud, and his suspicions he might be gay. Suddenly there was a light knock on the back door. Hmm! Their using the back alley, Ken thought to himself. It must be a very secretive proposition. 

Opening the door at the back of the shop, his big friend Dan stood, dwarfing the most fuckable man Ken had ever laid eyes on. Standing at about 5’ 7, and wearing an expensive looking dark suit, Dan introduced Ken to his boss, “Ken this is Jerrod O’Leary”. 
“Pleased to meet you Jerrod”, replied Ken, holding on to Jerrod’s’ hand a little longer than necessary. This guy had the blondest hair, well styled, with the bangs falling forward. His eyes were deep blue, and he wore a neatly trimmed moustache, as blonde as his hair. He looked like he spent many hours in the gym- which became more evident when he took his jacket off. 
Jerrod was also surprised with Ken, as the door had opened. He had the same shaved head as Dan, just as big a frame standing well over 6’3 with an enormous belly falling over his trousers. This wasn’t the sort of Barber he’d expected. Not that Jerrod had stepped into a Barbershop recently, his hair was always cut at a salon downtown, he was very particular about who went near his hair. 

It was nearing 6 o’clock, and the three men seemed to be getting along, like old time friends. Jerrod had finished his third beer, noticing how great it tasted. He felt very 
relaxed, and was starting to trust these two bald guy’s more and more. 
“Ken, I think I’m going to have to use the bathroom, that beer has gone straight through me”, smiled Jerrod starting to rise from one of the waiting area chairs. 
“Sure thing! Straight up those stairs, first door on the right.” answered Ken as he went to a small fridge to get some more beers. 
As Jerrod went upstairs, Ken offered a beer to Dan. “I had no idea you were involved in anything like this Dan, I mean the NCF for fucks sake, who would have thought!” 
“That’s the exact reason why no one must know about the exact nature of our company,” Dan replied taking a gulp of his beer, adding, “Do you think Jerrod’s going to let you come on board, he seems a little against your methods.” 
“Jerrod’s going to be agreeing with me more and more, you wait and see”. 
Dan realized Ken had an ace up his sleeve. Ken smiled, looking at their beer bottles. 
“Let’s just say that Jerrod’s beer is a different flavour to ours. Cheers!” 
Dan smiled to himself. He now realized his boss didn’t stand a chance against his good friend, Ken. Dan felt a little sorry for Jerrod; he knew he was just the type Ken liked, but way too preppy for Dan. Then he thought, to hell with it, his boss had been on his case continually, acting so superior, looking down on Dan. 
Jerrod returned, looking a little drunk. Ken offered him another beer, “I really shouldn’t;” 
Before Jerrod could say any more, Ken interrupted,” Drink the beer Boy!” 
Jerrod felt he should, but why? As he took another mouthful, he couldn’t believe how great it tasted; no, he knew he’d have to finish this bottle. 
Ken then asked, “So Jerrod, would you let me work for your company, I’m sure I could guarantee no one would find any client I worked on.” 
Jerrod didn’t want to insult his host; however he was still not sure of this whole arrangement. “I’m still not convinced it is safe for our clients, especially the guy we receive this week. Our company’s very survival depends on his!” 
Dan spoke now,” As I explained, Jerrod, in the past no one has ever tried to hide the witness in their own home town. If we could alter the client mentally and physically, who would expect them to be living under the very noses of their prey”. 
They were all startled by a loud knock at the front door. Right on queue, Ken thought to himself, as he went to unlock the door. 
Jerrod was startled to see an overweight middle aged guy, standing in the doorway. He had the reddest beard, matching the hair that remained in a perfect ring around the side of his head. “Jerrod, meet Lucas, formerly Luke. Dan, I believe you’ve already met,” Ken said, locking the door and showing the huge bear into the shop. 
“Pleased to meet you son,” replied Lucas shaking Jerrod’s hand roughly. 
“Go grab a beer for yourself, Lucas,” Ken said cheerily. 
As the huge bear went to the fridge, Ken produced a driver’s license and offered it to Jerrod. “That was Lucas a week ago”, Ken said quietly. Seeing Jerrod’s eyes widen, he added, “That’s exactly the kind of work I’m capable of.” 
Jerrod looked at Dan with a glazed look on his face. “You believe this, I mean – you saw it happen?” 
“Sure did, boss. I told you Ken’s a magician. This is just the break we need!” 
Jerrod turned back to look at Lucas. “But, isn’t this a little extreme. I don’t think the NCF would condone altering even a witness this much!” 
Ken spoke up, “Let me work for you, Jerrod. You know you want me to.” 
Despite his initial fears, something told him to trust this man. In fact, if he didn’t know better he was starting to find Ken attractive, and his generous cock was telling him the same thing. 

Part 3 

Jerrod still wasn’t sure about letting Ken work for him. Part of him found it easy to follow anything he said. What he didn’t know was that a powerful drug was already in his bloodstream, going straight to the brain. It wasn’t so much a love potion – they don’t exist do they? But it did effect emotions and free will, and if enough was consumed, permanent changes would occur. So far, Jerrod had consumed more than enough to cause some changes, the biggest; his new attraction to Ken. What no one knew about Ken was his interest in chemistry and physics. He’d got a degree in it whilst studying at Uni 20 years ago. And he still studied privately whenever he could, testing various drugs and special concoctions in a cellar under the shop. 

“Let me work on your client, you won’t be sorry.” Ken suddenly spoke up. “I’d like to work with you Jerrod, and I think you’d like to work with me.” As he stroked his beard, he looked deep into Jerrod’s eyes. He knew Jerrod was his. 
Jerrod couldn’t say no, despite his fears. He wanted to see more of this man, he just had to, “Sure, it’s a deal.” 
Dan smiled to himself, ‘that was easy’. 
“How about I give you a haircut on the house as a thankyou?” asked Ken, now hopeing to get this stud into his chair. 
“A haircut? I don’t think I really need one do I? returned a shocked Jerrod. 
“There’s way to much hair on top. You need a real Barber, not some expensive stylist. With your current look you just don’t fit in around here, and if you´re going to be coming down here regular, you´re going to have to look more like one of my customers.” Ken said already running a comb through Jerrod´s hair. 
Jerrod felt electricity when that comb touched his hair. He loved his hair but a chance to get closer to this man- he was just about willing to do anything he said – but why? 
Dan spoke up after remaining quiet for most of the time, “His right boss! You sure would stand out around here.” 
“Maybe your right,” Jerrod said, looking at Dan now. “But nothing as extreme as you guys, I mean on you it looks great, but I don’t think I could carry a bald head.” He’d never really liked the look, always happy there was no history of hair-loss in his family. 
“Leave it to me, Boy!” I know what’s good for you, don’t I Dan?” said Ken as he winked at Dan. 
Jerrod smiled, but thought it odd Ken called him ‘boy’. Not that it mattered, if this macho stud wanted to call him boy, than boy it is. 
Dan knew Jerrod was in for one of Ken’s ‘special’ haircuts – he was going to enjoy this; it was high time this egotistical ‘kid’ was taught a few lessons. How Jerrod had even been able to head the business was a mystery. Dan thought he had heard a rumour about being left his wealthy parents estate. 

Ken was using his 0000 attachment on his Wahl heavy duty clippers. He’d already started his assault on Jerrod’s hair. He’d began to shear off the thick hair from the neck taking the clippers up higher and higher. Jerrod felt strangely nervous and excited as he felt those clipper teeth make contact with his skin. The vibrations, the warmth of the blade, how could he have been missing out on this for so long! Here he was, sitting in the old-fashioned Barber’s chair, he couldn’t believe how easily he’d got up on it – maybe it was because of Ken’s gentle coaxing, he seemed to know what he was doing. Still, those clippers seemed to be taking most of his hair off. 
“Ken.” Jerrod carefully asked. “Your shaving all my hair off are you?” 
“Relax Boy, I’m just making sure you fit in around here, your still going to have way more hair than Dan and myself. If anyone around here found out you worked for the NCF, you’d be in deep shit! Now sit back, you don’t want to disappoint me do you?” 
Jerrod shook his head. He only wanted to please Ken; he didn’t want any trouble with outsiders, Ken was only protecting him. Still, even though Ken had the chair facing away from the mirror, Jerrod knew this was going to be one serious haircut. 

Ken had removed the bulk of Jerrod’s hair on the sides now, taking off his carefully styled sideburns, Dan couldn’t believe the transformation already. Ken changed attachments on his clippers and started to attack the hair on top of Jerrod’s head. He took the Clippers from the front hairline straight through the forest of soft hair, removing everything in their path. It looked to Dan that he was leaving a 2 inch width of hair down the middle of the scalp, “Wow, Kens giving him a fucking Mohawk, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He was really getting off on this, he was massaging his 8 inch fat, cock like it was the first time he’d ever touched it. Ken made short work of the remaining hair, finally switching off the clippers and giving his work a critical look. Going back to the counter, he decided to use the 00000 attachment . He was going to leave the blonde stubble but after seeing the result of the Mohawk, he knew this boy had to be shaved smooth. 

Ken was now busy applying heavy hair wax to the newly styled hawk. Picking up the scissors he placed a hand on Jerrod’s shoulder, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Jerrod hungrily kissed back, not believing his luck. It looked like this gentle giant wanted him as much as he wanted liked Ken. It certainly made Jerrod forget about what was happening to his beautiful hair. He thought the clippers had shaved him bald, but then he felt Ken applying some product and running it through the hair on top. 
“Your going to look real hot, Boy!” whispered Ken as he broke away from Jerrod’s lips. 
And with that, Ken carefully cut most of the length off the hawk leaving about 2 inches of hair standing. Ken surveyed his work, “just a few more changes I think”. He applied a warm towel around the buzzed areas. Soon, Jerrod could feel warm cream being spread over his head. What came next, almost made Jerrod jump, until Ken told him to stay perfectly still. Ken was using a straight-edge razor on his head; the scrittching sound of hair and lather being removed, was a new experience for Jerrod. Ken had said he would still keep his hair, but here he was, making him as bald as he was. Jerrod, didn’t know what to say. He wanted to say something; but it kind of felt good. His cock was growing harder with each pass of the razor. As radical as this was, if Ken looked good with a bald head, maybe he would as well. Still, he’d always loved his long thick hair; how would he look? 

Ken was finishing up, going over any area he missed, tightening up the line where the hair began. Turning the chair towards the mirror, Jerrod could finally see the final product. He couldn’t believe it. He still had hair after all, but only down the middle of his head, the rest was shaved to the skin, in fact there was no shadow due to his blonde hair colouring. It was radical to say the least but Jerrod had to admit it gave him a slight edgy look. Before he could say anything to Ken, he felt the chair being tipped back. 
“That mo of yours doesn’t look right now, let’s give you a different look.” Ken said, and with that, he placed a hot towel around Jerrod’s face. 
“But I like my moustache, I’ve had it for years,” spoke Jerrod through the towel. 
“I’m not getting rid of it son, just enhancing it”, said Ken opening a small bottle and tipping it on to the area around Jerrod’s nose. Jerrod could feel the warmth of the towel, it made him feel relaxed. Surely Ken wasn’t shaving off his moustache, then it didn’t matter because he fell into a deep sleep. 

Part 4 

“What the hell!”cried Dan, jumping up from his chair, “What do you think your doing Ken?” He quickly moved over to Ken who was standing beside the heavy chrome Barber’s Chair. Ken was screwing the top on what Dan realized now, was a bottle of chloroform, after having emptied a few drops on the towel covering Jerrod’s face. The chair was still fully reclined – up until now; Dan had been enjoying himself watching his boss get a makeover! He couldn’t get over the radical Mohawk with shaved sides his boss was now sporting. In fact, he’d been getting off on it, unbuttoning his pants and letting his 9 inch boner out so he could stroke it whilst watching the haircut proceed. 

“Relax Dan!” said Ken, placing his large hand on his friends shoulder, “I know what I’m doing.” 
“But you’re going too far; this guys my boss.” 
“Yeah mate, and you’ve been bitchin about him as long as I can remember. About him giving you nothing but agro, always stealing your ideas!” continued Ken, his tone sounding angry. “ Wouldn’t you like to get back at him?” 
“Well yes, sure!. But not like this Ken.” Dan said excitedly, tucking his exposed cock back into his pants. 
“Why not like this? You sure looked like you were enjoying yourself over there.” Ken went on, motioning towards Dan’s hard-on. 
“Surely your not doing this, just for me?” replied a slightly embarrassed Dan. 
“No Dan, admittedly there is another reason.” 
“What do you mean?” 
Ken went on, “I recognised Jerrod’s name as soon as you introduced him.” 
Dan’s eyes widened, “You mean you know him?” 
“Know of him to be more correct. We’ve never met before, but he and Bart have.” 
Ken continued as Dan looked more and more stunned. “You see, about 7 years ago, Bart was working for a top IT company in Northern California. He was into one of the other guys whom he had seen at one of the local gay bars a few times. This guy continually ignored Bart, or told him to quit bothering him. This guys name was Jerrod. He knew he had the looks and he always played on that. He told Bart he wasn’t into leather types, he found that whole scene disgusting, and this was about the same time Bart was starting to experiment with the leather scene. It wasn’t long before Jerrod got a promotion- in charge of Bart’s department. Well, this angered Bart even more, as he’d been next in line, however Jerrod had spread some lies about Bart’s ‘alternative’ lifestyle, which ruined his chances. Jerrod kept dumping all the work he couldn’t handle on Bart’s desk. He had to put in more and more hours to get it all done, while Jerrod got the credit for the work he had slaved over. Anyway , Bart had been a customer of mine for some time, and I had been making Bart try different hairstyles. Got him to grow a decent beard to go with the H’n’T flattop I’d been styling. Jerrod told him to get rid of the beard, and to get his haircut into a more conservative look. Bart, too embarrassed to come to me, went to another Barber and had the beard shaved off, and his hair styled into a short crewcut. 
Well, a few months latter, Jerrod decided to go against his boss, and when he returned from holidays, he had grown a mustache similar to the one on Jerrod now. I had shaved his head bald, as he was looking to completely change his conservative look. It went well with the tan he had got on his holidays. Finally we pierced his ears, and two small gold rings appeared in each earlobe. When Bart turned up for work, Jerrod said that was the last straw. The big, fat balded Biker look, was too freaky for the office, Bart was out. 

I told him he could have fought it as I was pretty sure it was unfair dismissal, he just said to leave it. He was miserable, and it took him along time to get over the whole thing. Anyway we started getting closer, and that was when I asked him if he’d like to come into a partnership with me, to buy the run-down bar next-door – the rest is history as they say. I always told Bart, his old boss would get ‘his’ one day! That day has finally come, and I think a leather biker, is great revenge, don’t you Dan?” 

“Unbelievable story,” Dan answered, “I never knew much about Jerrod’s past – he always kept to himself at work.” 
“You can trust me it’s all true!” Ken replied. 
“But you’re ruining a great business opportunity – you could make a lot of money having Jerrod on side.” 
“And I still will Dan my boy. It’s just that Jerrod, though technically in charge of your department, will be leaving the day to day running of it to you.” 
Dan asked, “but how? I mean won’t he go to his superiors or even the cops!” 
“No he wont, friend, “ continued Ken pointing to the large LCD television on the back wall, “and that’s the reason.” 
Dan had noticed the new TV earlier, but hadn’t had time to comment about it with all the excitement of the last few hours. 
“A recent acquisition through a very good friend, along with the modified barbers chair. It’s all cost me a small fortune just to satisfy my hobby, but it’s really going to be worth it now!” Ken laughed as he brought the chair around so Dan could study the back. Dan’s eyes widened as he saw a complex unit in the back of the chair containing a small led screen with a series of switches around it. Seeing Dan’s interest Ken went over to the TV and flipped a switch on the side where a small DVD disc ejected.” This is what I used on Lucas. This TV contains 30 different DVDs; all of which I can control remotely from the chair. The technology behind this is actually from NASA, something they were experimenting with a few years back. An ex of mine, in their employ, decided to finish the project, of course it wasn’t a mind control machine originally. This guy knew my interest in mind manipulation, and offered me a good price.” 
“Are there others that know of this machines existence?” asked a more interested Dan. 
“No, let’s just say my test case was my ex – it wasn’t a good split originally. You’ve actually met him; his names Cooper!” 
“You mean the old guy that helps around the bar on weekends?” asked Dan, his voice wavering. 
“The one and only”, answered Ken, looking more satisfied than ever. 
Dan was more and more intrigued. It looked like Ken had the means to rid him of his obnoxious boss and what’s more, Dan would finally have the control of his department that was owed him. How strange, Dan smiled to himself – looking down at the sleeping Jerrod- this was the same guy who was continually telling Dan to lose some weight and grow some hair on his head. Then he wouldn’t look like such a thug. “Well, look whose looking like a thug now.” Dan said out loud. 
“Hmm, what was that?” asked Ken, beginning to make some adjustments to the chair control panel. 
“Just thinking about all the great things we could do with that machine of yours Ken.” 
Ken knew Dan was seeing his way now. “Yeah Dan, and we can enjoy ourselves along the way. Jerrod’s going to join us on our little adventure too, whether he wants to or not.” 
Ken started to remove the towels that had been on Jerrod’s face. Dan now had a closer look at Jerrod. He was already on the way to looking freakier, and Dan had seen what Ken was capable of with Lucas. His friendship with the big, burly Barber went back to when they were in college – he trusted Ken. 
“Hell! Let’s do it,” Dan suddenly said. 
Reclining the chair once more , Ken replied, “Okay then. Let’s do something about that pissy little excuse for a moustache. Jerrod was very insistent we not shave it off, so seeing he likes it so much, let’s give him one he can be proud of.” And with that, Ken grabbed a bottle from a nearby cabinet, that seemed to contain dozens of jars and bottles. Dan watched by the side of the chair as Ken applied the contents of the bottle to Jerrod’s neat, blond moustache, rubbing it in to the roots. Next he grabbed another unbranded bottle of green liquid. “Some of my home-made herbals,” Ken said looking up at Dan. 
This liquid was very oily looking and as Ken applied it, the green oil seem to stay thickly where it was applied. Ken carefully spread it along the jaw and chin area, up onto the cheeks, up to the top of each ear. He then said, “a formula that thickens and increases hair follicles, the other I used on his face, accelerates hair growth.” 
“Maybe you should patent that for the ‘hair replacement industry’, you’d be rich overnight!” Dan said. 
“Yeah, but too many of us would stop shaving our heads then, there would be no such thing as MPB. Don’t think I’d like to contribute to that Dan. Besides, at the moment it doesn’t grow hair where there are no neighbouring follicles.” 

Next Ken got Dan to help him undress the sleeping captive. He cut most of Jerrod’s designer gear away with huge scissors. “He certainly has a great body under all these clothes, he must spend a lot of time at the gym,” Ken commented, running a finger down Jerrod’s tight abs. 
Now with his body exposed, Ken, applied the green oily liquid to Jerrod’s chest and abdomen area, his pubes and balls, down his legs, up his arms, but left the back and arse free. “This kid was way too smooth, nothing to shave! This way we can decide where he needs barbering and where he doesn’t.” Ken said as he put the empty bottle down and produced a syringe from a small box in a counter drawer. Jabbing him in the arm, he emptied the contents into Jerrod’s bloodstream. “ Now you’ll love this Dan, I’ve mixed a combination of growth steroids with high calorie weight gainer, much like we use in the beer next door. Now let’s leave him to develop while we go grab a beer; I’d like to tell Bart about my new customer.” 
“How long will he be out?” asked Dan. 
“Oh, hours, I put a strong sedative in that shot as well”. 
Dan was impressed, Ken was definitely a clever and organised guy. 

Part 5 

The bar next door to the Barbershop, discreetly located down a flight of stairs, was starting to get busy. Known as the ‘Bears Den’, this was the bar that was jointly owned by Ken and Bart, although Bart ran the day to day side of things. Ken and Dan were filling in Bart on what had been happening next door, whilst downing a couple of frosty beers. Bart just couldn’t believe it, his former boss next-door at this very moment. And not only that but he was getting one of Ken’s “special” haircuts. “ This I’ve got to see for my……..”, Bart said with a grin from ear to ear. 
“Now hold your horses Boy! Not just yet,” Ken interrupted, “You’ve got to stay and look after the customers, besides, his out cold. Just stay here and I’ll bring him out when his ‘finished’. 
Bart reluctantly obeyed his partner, but he knew he was in for a good night! 

The two friends returned upstairs to the shop, after a few hours, and Dan couldn’t believe the change already in Jerrod’s face and body. Jerrod’s moustache had thickened and spread down over the sided of his mouth in an untidy fu-manchu style. 
“Now that’s a more manly moustache”, said Ken examining his handiwork. Dan couldn’t believe the other changes ether. Where the oil had been used to stimulate hair follicle growth, was indeed hair! A very thick dark five o’clock shadow was evident on the previously smooth, boyish skin. The oil had done the same for the rest of his body, there was the beginnings of hair growth all over the legs, arms chest and abdomen, tiny dark hairs at the moment, but very dark and very numerous. Dan also noticed Jerrod’s whole body seemed to have bulked up, the face was fuller, a small double chin was evident, his stomach had lost that tautness’ he’d earned in the gym, and his pecs seemed to be flabbier. “He’s looking better already, don’t you think?” said Ken grinning. 
“You really are a magician Ken, I mean this has all just happened in a couple of hours,” replied Dan. 
“Now we need to trim up that moustache and maybe give him some more facial hair, he’s not quite ‘bear’ material yet’. Ken set to work using the lotion that accelerated hair growth, on the dark stubble on Jerrod’s chin. Next he rubbed it all over Jerrod’s chest down his abs into his bush and into his ball sacks. He continued to use enormous quantities of the thick, green liquid on the legs and arms. “If he want’s a bodyshave, there’s going to be plenty to keep my razor busy”, Ken said staring up at Dan. When he’d finished, he applied some of the liquid to Jerrod’s Mohawk saying, “I think he needs a bit more length up here don’t you?” 
“Yeah”, said Dan, “make him into one freaky, looking biker”. 
“As you wish”, replied Ken who was now wheeling over a small cart to the chair.”At least he won’t feel this,” Taking a needle-gun, Ken pierced each ear-lobe, and inserted two large gauge silver rings in each. Next he went for the left eyebrow, fastening a large barbell. He pierced the bottom lip, and used a spike here. “Now for those boy nipples”, Ken said as he used some forceps before piercing each nipple. Now Jerrod had 6 gauge silver rings hanging amongst his steadily growing chest hair. 
“Fucking amazing!” Dan muttered, “He’s lost that yuppie executive look for good.” 
“How about a nice Prince Albert, “ returned Ken, more to himself than to Dan. Before long Jerrod was sporting a large ring through his piss hole. 
“Any more?”, asked Ken. 
“What about his nose?”, offered Dan, really enjoying himself now. 
“Okay Dan”, and with that Ken pierced the septum. “Let’s try a silver tusk”, and Ken pushed a long metal tusk through the piercing. “Hmm! I still have a few rings left” and with that, Ken pierced the whole outer left ear. Soon Jerrod was wearing 10 small rings in their place. “Perfect”, said Ken as he packed up his equipment. 

Next thing, Ken’s wheeling over his tattoo equipment, “I think this biker needs a little ink,” said Ken as he fired up the machine and began to freehand the outline of some barbed wire around Jerrod’s bicep. The high pitched buzz of the needle filled the shop, as Ken continued to permanently mark the virgin skin. As the time ticked by, Jerrod’s tattoos were gradually filled in and coloured. Turning the needle off, Ken wiped his brow and stretching said, “That took some doing but that will do for now. We can add to them latter. Besides the barbed wire on the biceps, Ken had added a snake design down his left forearm. On his chest he had old English writing that said, ‘Barbers razor boy’, with a Barbers pole drawn over his left pec. 
Dan never realized how good a tattoo artist Ken was. “Your talents are even more remarkable than I first thought!”, said Dan as he examined the tattoo on the chest. 
“Well, I had a bit of practice. Where do you think all Bart’s body art comes from?” 
replied Ken as he went to the small bar fridge in the corner.”How about a brew? This transformation stuff sure works up a thirst!” 
As they drank their beers Dan pointed to Jerrod’s face, “That hair growth goop you used on the chin and hawk has sure kicked in.”. 
The Mohawk had grown in length, now falling over the shaved areas. A thick blond goatee, had formed on the chin, along with the increasing thickness of the mo, totally changed Jerrod’s look. Jerrod’s body was covered in hair now, thick and course, everywhere except the tattooed areas, which Ken had dry shaved. It didn’t matter too much as those areas would soon have hair growing back in a matter of an hour or so. 

“Now to clean him up a little,” Ken said starting up his lather machine. Taking a pair of small high-pitched trimmers, Ken started on the now incredibly thick moustache, revealing Jerrod’s top lip again. He then fashioned the goatee into a more manicured style, where it didn’t join the moustache but was left with a tail back under the chin and following the jaw line, finishing at the ears. Taking a straight razor after applying warm lather to Jerrod’s face, Ken carefully shaved over the stubble he’d trimmed down. He fashioned a designer stubble on the side levers, cheeks leaving a precise line between the stubble and the shaved parts. He shaved the neck clean and stood back to look at his work. Taking a jar of moustache wax, he spread it through the long luxurious moustache, fashioning it into a walrus look. “Now that’s a tache”, said Ken. “He’s like a yuppy biker now! What do you think Dan?” 
“Well, I for one thinks he looks a lot better – but I don’t think Jerrod would agree.” 
“Let’s see then”, he said smiling, as he raised the chair upright. Ken then got some leather restraints and got Dan to help him apply them to Jerrod’s wrists and legs, with an additional one around the upper chest. “Just for insurance”, said Ken. “now what about a cigar, Dan while we wait for this stud to come round?” 
It had been a fair while since Dan had enjoyed a decent cigar, “Sure, I will if you will.” 
Both Bears were soon puffing away on a couple of Cubans. 

Part 6 

Ken and Dan blew enormous clouds of smoke towards Jerrod, the acrid smoke filling the small shop. Noticing Dan looking at the amount of smoke his cigar was producing, Ken said,”Their a special”. And with that, Ken produced some smelling salts and waved them under Jerrod’s nose. It seemed to be working, as a low moan could be heard from Jerrod’s lips. Soon his head started to move from side to side. 
Ken said, “Come on Jerry, you must have dozed off, don’t you want to see your new look?” 
Jerrod, still very groggy said, “Whose Jerry, and w-where….am….?” 
“Your Jerry, that’s a better name for you now.”Ken replied. 
Trying to focus, Jerrod opened his eyes. “I feel …so weird….man….why am I so sore?” 
“Well you did down a few of our special brews.” Ken laughed. 
As Jerrod became fully conscious, he was also aware he couldn’t move in the chair.”Why can’t I ………..No …..my god…….” He was now aware that the person in the mirror that was coming into focus was him. But how can it be, this was a dream, a nightmare- it had to be. “What have you…how can you…….” Jerrod began to pull and twist in the chair, trying to loosen the restraints, it was then he noticed the rest of his body. “AHHHHHHHH!” he screamed, “Fucken bastard! What have you ….done? Look at me….How can I be so fat, where has all this hair come from? I’m a ..a….freak!!” 
“Quiet dip shit or we’ll add a few more pounds to that belly of yours,”growled Ken. 
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! Your going to pay for this.” 
Ken noticing Jerrod had stopped wriggling, trying to free himself replied, “Jerry! Your going to enjoy this ‘new you’ pretty soon,” Ken knew that the cigar smoke had a mix of herbs known to change a man’s will very quickly. “Breathe deeply boy! Enjoy the cigar smoke.” 
Jerrod coughed deeply as he realized the heavy smoke was filling his mouth and nostrils. 
“How? How can I, go back to….work?” Jerrod was having trouble talking now. 
“You don’t have to worry about your job, anymore! Dan’s going to takeover from you.” 
Jerrod was starting to get use to the smoke, in fact he found himself starting to like the smoke – that was odd? He thought, he’d always hated cigars. “What do you mean Dan´s 
taking over?” Jerrod heard himself to say, wondering why he was feeling so relaxed when he should be as angry as hell. He heard a sound behind him and Ken swung him round to face a large television screen. It had a series of bright patterns swirling across the screen flicking and changing.”W-what…is…the……..pictures.. are strange…why are you…….” 
“Quiet now Jerry and just relax, breathe in deeply through your nose, breathe out through your mouth…..that’s it!” Ken said in an even tone. 

Part 7 

Jerrod was surprised how quickly his anger disappeared. He was having trouble remembering why he was even here. It was something to do with those patterns in front of him. They seemed to be calming. These pictures and patterns flashing before him were addictive; he couldn’t turn away, they seemed to be compelling his mind to watch and remember Jerrod’s mind was playing tricks on him – he should be angry at Ken but part of him felt he should only focus on the pictures on the screen. Then he heard a voice. It sounded like Ken’s but the tone was softer. “Breathe in….now breathe out….slowly….you can only hear my voice.” Ken continued, “Breathing in, now slowly breathe out and as you do, you are becoming more relaxed.” as Jerrod’s mind and body succumbed to the pictures and sound now low and incredibly soothing. “That’s it Jerry, focus only on the sound of my voice. Relax!¨

“You are totally relaxed aren’t you Jerry?.” Ken softly asked. 
“Yes….but my name is Jerrod!” 
“But from now on you prefer to be called Jerry, don’t you?” 
“I think so,” said the stunned Jerrod. 
“When you say Jerry, you will always want to be called by that name. Say your name is Jerry.” 
“My name is Jerry.” 
“Good boy Jerry. Now the pictures you are seeing are part of your new life. You want to be with these people, you want to be a part of their lifestyle. With each picture your becoming more and more the punk biker. With each picture you’re growing further and further away from your old self – you hated being Jerrod. This is who you are now.” 
And at that very moment a head shot of Jerry was blazing across the screen. It was from a small camera installed at the top of the television set. Jerry’s eyes didn’t blink, he just continued to stare at the screen. Now the pictures appearing on the screen were becoming more and more erotic, pictures of bears and punks fucking, rimming, masturbating their fat pumped up cocks. Guys sucking off each other, while seated on Harleys. 
“Your getting hard now Jerry, grab that cock of yours, stoke it, you love it, you want to join in with all these men.” Ken continued. 
Jerry did find his cock hardening. He grabbed at the growing head and began stroking it slowly. He was amazed he had never discovered the pleasures of ‘leather’ and ‘bear’ sex. 
With each new picture he felt more and more aroused. He was now stroking his meat faster and faster. 
“That’s it, make that cock of yours grow larger.” Ken now spoke. “With each picture you now see, will turn you on like never before. Each picture will make you more and more into the man I want. Do you understand Jerry?” 
“Yes, I understand”. 
“Now, you are a slave to my razor, say it Jerry.” 
“I am a slave to your razor.” 
“It makes you horny, you can feel the razor on your scalp, and your cock wants more, doesn’t it?” continued Ken. At the same time, pictures of the barbershop popped up on the screen, with close-up shots of guys getting head shaves with a straight razor.
“Yes, my cock wants more.” 
Now various pictures of bears and bikers with assorted piercings appeared on the screen. 
“You like these ringed men. The more piercings the harder your cock becomes. Say you love to be pierced, it makes your cock hard.” Said Ken. 
“I love to be pierced. It makes my cock hard.”answered Jerry. 
Finally, pictures of overweight bears flashed onto the screen. Ken spoke to Jerry again,”You find these men beautiful, you only want to please and serve them. You love their body fur, you love their big bellies. You wish your belly was as big. These men are so manly, you are loving their looks more and more. You love the smell of their pipe and cigars. It makes you hard – you want to join them – you can smell and taste the tobacco. 
You can smell and taste the cigars, can’t you Jerry?” 
“Yes Sir!” 
“Good, boy. You want to have one now don’t you?” 
“Yes, I want a cigar, Sir.” 
“And you shall have one.” And with that, Ken was already stuffing one of the thickest cigars he had, into Jerry’s receptive mouth. As Ken lit it Jerry drew on it like a seasoned cigar smoker, totally unaware he use to hate cigars. 
Ken continued, “Jerry! As you smoke that cigar, you will feel more and more at ease with what you see before you. As the cigar reduces, so will your intellect, you will be totally at ease with your new self, and only want to have sex with the types of guys you see on the screen. You will loose all memories of your former life, keep smoking that cigar, you are loosing all memories…..you are becoming dumber, you don’t like reading – that is now too difficult. Each draw on that cigar is making you dumber, all your concerned about is smoking, drinking and fucking big, bikers. Your starting to forget your former life, who are you Jerry?” 
“Jerry, arhh! Jerry….um….fuck! I don’t know what my last name is?” replied Jerry, as he moved the thick cigar to one side in order to speak. His accent had changed already, his voice deepened. 
“Don’t you remember boy? Your last name is ‘Hawk’. That’s why you love wearing the Mohawk. Say your new name Jerry and as you say it , you forget who you were before.” 
“Jerry Hawk”. Repeated Jerry, who continued smoking the huge stogie in his mouth. 
From now on he was Jerry Hawk, and as the cigar wore down, so was his intellect; as the pictures on the screen continued, Jerry continued stroking his now fully engorged cock. Another strong mix of steroids were entering his bloodstream by way of the cigar. This was making Jerry more and more turned on by what he saw, it was also reprogramming his mind to react the same way whenever he saw a huge, bellied biker pig. In fact the pictures before him now, only featured overweight bikers, with plenty of tats and metal. 
“Now Jerry, you will fall in love very soon. It will be with a man very much like you see before you. Would you like to be the slave of such a macho bear?” 
“Yeah…fuck…I would do anything to find this bear.” Replied the new Jerry. 
“His name is Kell ‘beerkeg’ O’Halloran, you will fall for him as soon as you hear his name. We all call him ‘beerkeg’. You will meet soon”, Ken added. 

The reprogramming was nearly complete. Ken stopped talking and let Jerry finish the cigar, as this was the final step in Jerry’s new life. Jerry continued to look at the patterns mixed with flashing pictures of big bikers. 

“As I count to three you will slowly waken feeling totally refreshed and happy with all you see before you. One…….your slowly starting to focus on the mirror in front. Two…….who is the heavy metal biker you see…… . your feeling totally relaxed….now you see it’s you in the mirror and your happy with your new’ haircut’….Three..your fully awake.” 
“Wow man! That’s a great haircut. Never thought about a Mohawk before. How much do I owe you?” said Jerry as if he’d been awake all the time, totally unaware his new life had taken around 7 hours to do. 
“It’s on the house Jerry.” Smiled Ken towards Dan. “But maybe you could show your appreciation some other way.” Ken began to pull his 9”cock out. Jerry didn’t need an invitation.”Sure thing Mr Barber”. Jerry went down on his knees and took the entire thick shafted penis in his mouth. Dan was already looking forward to his former yuppie boss sucking on his cock already dripping pre-cum. 

Part 8 

Dan was now studying a case file marked: 359. The client, one Bret Williamson, witness for the District Attorney in the successful prosecution of Carl Gandifino, a high ranking mobster in a world-wide Drug syndicate. 
Bret had been a drop-out from college and sought his riches by working for Carlo. He poised as a college student in order to infiltrate the college campuses, peddling his drugs. After being picked up by the police, they told him his only chance to escape a lengthy jail term was to tell them everything. Of course he knew his life was in danger – however he was promised money and complete re-location. 

Dan was sitting at his desk at work, a company called; New Beginnings. He was having such a great day because it looked like he was going to head up the company’s’ witness protection program. His former boss, Jerrod O’Leary, had terminated his employment, effective immeadiately! Both he and his Barber mate, Ken had seen to it that the new Jerrod, now known as Jerry Hawk, write a resignation letter the night before. After Jerry’s transformation into punk biker, by Ken’s talented hands, he had no desire to return to his former life. 

Now the company heads were unimpressed the ‘kid’ had left so quickly and mysteriously. They asked Dan to organise an investigation so as not to compromise there security. Dan couldn’t believe how easy it was to get rid of his boss, and with him now heading the investigation into Jerrod’s resignation, it was going to be even simpler to delete all information on Jerrod O’Leary. Dan already had an idea to link the recent security breach where a customer’s new identity had been discovered, and latter – 
Kidnapped –to Jerrod. 

Dan picked up the photo of Bret. A good-looking kid, well not a kid -he was 28, but he could pass for a 17 year-old. His hair was blonde and tied into a ponytail. He was clean shaven and seemed to be rather scrawny, like he needed a good feed. He probably was a user himself, Dan thought. Well he’d soon meet him in the flesh, the NCF (National Crime Force) were dropping him off in a hour or so. 
Dan wasn’t going to waste anytime with ensuring Bret’s safety. He had arranged to take him straight to Ken’s Barbershop straight away – Ken was preparing for them! 
It was important that Bret’s new identity begin as soon as possible. 

MEANWHILE AT KEN”S BARBERSHOP 
Ken had closed his shop for the afternoon in order to prepare for his new client, Dan was bringing round. He had been given no specific information about this guy – Dan thought it safer if Ken knew as little about him as possible. 
“How yer getting on with the new hired help?” asked Ken when he saw his partner, Bart, enter the back door of the shop. Ken was referring to Jerry, the new improved Biker version of Jerrod, Dan’s ex-boss. They’d put him to work in their bar next door, ‘The Bears Den’, seeing he was staying with them in their upstairs apartment. He was popular with the customers alright, and at the end of a long hard day – he certainly was very eager to let Ken and Bart take turns fucking him – he just seemed to be so eager to satisfy. Ken realized that his programming techniques were better than he could have imagined. First with Luke who became Lucas, and now Jerrod. This could indeed become a very lucrative business given time, he thought to himself. Already he had some patrons asking about Lucas and whether he was for sale. Ken hadn’t thought about that originally, he was just having plain fun turning these Jocks into big macho Bears. 
“Well his not the hardest worker behind the bar – he spends more time chatting up the customers or touching up his Mohawk”, Bart replied. “So what have you got planned for the new arrival?” 
“Well I’ll know what to do when I see what he looks like, but according to Dan he thinks I should just keep doing what I’m doing already. Normally his company uses plastic surgeons to alter the witness appearance, but he thinks there are still risks in that. Once they have the new identity their finding it hard and often slip up, contacting friends or family from their previous lives. Dan said over the last 6 months they’ve lost 2 clients to hit men.” 
“Wow!” Bart exclaimed,” So their safer in your hands of course.” 
“Let’s hope so, “answered Ken. He hadn’t really thought about the dangers involved, but he knew this part of town was the last place anyone would come looking for a white middle class jock. 
Suddenly, a knock at the front door startled both of them. “That’ll be the new client Bart, would you like to show him in,” asked Ken. 

After the pleasantries were exchanged, Bret, Dan and Ken sat down on the waiting area chairs while Bart returned to the bar to check on Luke. Ken noticed that even though Bret was thin he certainly was a looker. He certainly looked a lot younger than his 28 years. 
Dan hadn’t told his client what they had in store for him – only that his Barber friend was a genius a creating whole new looks. Bret seemed pretty relaxed , obviously unaware of the changes he would undergo. 
“Okay then Bret, into the chair and let’s see what I can do”, said Ken with a distinct cheerfulness in his voice, 
“I don’t want anything freaky, like shaving my head,” returned Bret, nodding at Dan’s and Ken’s hairless scalps. 
Ken responded, “Trust me Bret, we have to make sure nobody finds you, and when I’m finished with you even your own mother wont recognise you.” 
For the first time since entering the shop, Bret looked worried. 

As Ken fastened the cape around Bret’s neck, he asked Dan to take a seat and enjoy the show. Soon the sound of vibrating clippers filled the room. As Ken drew them towards Bret’s hairline, Dan could feel his cock growing. Then the hungry teeth of the clippers made direct contact with Bret’s hairline – stripping the guy of his longish bangs. 
“Hey!” Bret shouted, “What gives, I told you I didn’t want the same look as you Bozo’s have.” 

Annoyed at this interruption and the Bozo reference, Ken switched off the clippers. 
Bret continued his ranting, “I’ve got very use to my long blonde locks and I’m only going to let you trim the ends or maybe dye it.” 
Bret didn’t see what Ken was doing behind him, but Ken touched a switch and two wrist clamps appeared from under the chair arms and locked in place around Bret’s wrists. 
“Fuck man! What gives, you can’t do this to me….” And before Bret could react any further, Ken was strapping Bret’s feet to the chair, while he tossed another leather strap to Dan. “Would you mind old friend?” 
“Be a pleasure,” replied Dan 
“You fat fuck, you can’t do this – I’ll call my lawy……….ahhhh!” cried Bret as Dan slapped him hard across the face. “Now’s the time to start resembling some of your family, Bret.” Said Ken sounding almost sinister. 

“Listen you weasel. You’re lucky to have Ken. Without his help, you would fall back into the hands of the mob. No lawyer is going to help you now, we’re all you got if you want to stay alive,” spat Dan as he grabbed Bret by the shirt collar. 
“Yeah,” said Ken as he took something from a drawer. “We’re your new family now.” 
And before Bret could say anything Ken shoved a rubber ball gag into his mouth – so big there was no need to fasten it. This gave Ken the freedom to work on the kid’s head. 
Fear had replaced the arrogance. Bret knew these guy’s meant business – he hadn’t really thought the changes he would undergo would be too drastic. Just a haircut, a new name and a different city. 

Part 9 

Dan was surprised how different their new boy was looking already. Ken had been working solidly for the past hour whilst Bret, still strapped to the Barber’s Chair, just stared at the mirror in front of him – eyes red from all the tears he’d shed. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him and he was powerless to stop these maniacs! 
His hair was almost history, just a light covering of stubble and because he was blonde, his head seemed shaved clean. The Barber working on him, had already applied some thick green goop to his face, he didn’t know what it was but it certainly tingled after a short time. The biggest thing that had frightened Brett was when he was hooked up to some IV bag on a stand. The Barber had inserted a needle in his forearm, and the bag had already emptied it’s contents and they replaced it with a new bag. Nothing made sense to Brett; why were these guys doing to him? Were they going to turn him into a fag like them? Shit! That’s shaving cream his using as the warmth of the lather brought him out of his tangled thoughts. 

Ken had started removing Bret’s remaining hair. The straight razor, with some resistance at first, began to remove the remaining stubble. As more and more pink skin showed through the thick lather, the razor found less and less drag. Ken continued to run the razor over and over Bret’s head, ensuring no stubble remained. When satisfied with the smoothness, which he checked by running his tongue over the denuded scalp, he took a jar from the counter and applied this heavy white cream to the top of Bret’s newly shaved head, rubbing it in. He was careful to only apply it only where he didn’t want any hair to grow again. Bret could feel a slight tightening of his scalp then it started to sting. 
“I think an mpb will make you look years older, especially with that babyface”, smiled Ken in the mirror at Bret. He noticed tears welling up in Bret’s eyes, along with a muffled whimper. Dan couldn’t believe how different the college dropout looked with his long blonde hair gone. Because of the colour of his hair, his shaved head didn’t have a hint of shadow anywhere. 
“I think a low dip in the back is the best style for you Bret,” Ken said as he continued to apply the depilatory cream to the back of Bret’s head. Bret was horrified to hear he’d never have his long, flowing hair anymore. Why were these fuckers doing this to him? 
This wasn’t in the deal he’d made with the Feds. If only he’d known, it would have been easier to face his former Bosses’ goons. 
“So this stuff really stops any hair growth?” Dan asked Ken? 
“A recent invention on my part,” replied Ken, “I’m hoping to market it.” 
“Maybe you can line me up with some of that stuff,” Dan smiled running a hand over the three day stubble that was on his head. 
“Sure thing but you have to be shaved smooth first as it only works by acting on the hair root, the less hair in the way, the better exposed the root ball. In fact, why don’t we do you now? It’ll give us some time for Bret’s initial changes to take place.” Replied Ken, motioning Dan to the neighbouring Barbers Chair. 
“Now your sure you want this?” asked Ken as he started up his lather machine. 
“Positive, you know I get lazy with shaving my head.” 
“Okay, one cue ball for life coming up,” and with that Ken began to lather up the stubble on Dan’s head. Bret couldn’t believe any of what he was seeing. He was starting to feel strange – was it the drugs they were putting into him? 
Ken started to shave his friend’s scalp for the last time. He took long, deliberate strokes with the straight razor, finally saying, “your gonna miss this aren’t you Dan?” 
“Yeah! It feels great, but this way I always have a smooth head, with not even a hint of shadow. So now I’ll always wake up with no stubble.” Smiled Dan. 
After Ken had re-lathered Dan’s head, he carefully shaved against the grain, and as each stroke removed more and more white foam, smooth, clean skin glowed under the bright shop lights. After Ken wiped the scalp dry, he then took the thick paste and spread it all over Dan’s bald pate. “While we’re waiting for the cream to set, why don’t I tighten up that goat and tache of yours,” said Ken not waiting for a reply as he started to lather Dan’s face. Dan was enjoying himself and trusted Ken with all his grooming. It was Ken who had designed his present look. 
Ken finished the tightening up of Dan’s goatee, trimming his moustache and blending the edges. Next he went back to the hair removal paste on Dan’s scalp; taking a damp towel, he carefully wiped away all the paste. “Now your scalp will feel a little raw for a while- I’ll apply some aloe lotion now and that should help.” Ken said. 
When he’d finished rubbing the aloe on Dan’s head he held a mirror up so Dan could see the sides and back. “Smooth as!” smiled Dan as he took a hand and felt the new permanent smoothness of his head. 
“Well, we’d better get back to our client” stated Ken, “I’m sure his been ‘basting’ long enough.” 
Bret had been watching all this still secured to his chair with leather restraints and ball gag still in his mouth. He didn’t want to be here, he certainly didn’t want to look like these guy’s, but already they were turning him into a ‘ baldy’ like them. 
Ken and Dan stood beside Bret looking at their captive client. Dan spoke first, “I can’t believe it Ken…I mean it’s only been a short time, and look at his face. That’s a pretty decent beard growth already.” 
“It’s working better than expected, but then I did increase the stimulants in the Hair Growth formulae. When combined with the growth steroids we’re pumping into him, it’s working overtime,” Ken replied. “And speaking of the steroids we need to replace that bag.” Dan went to retrieve another IV bag, containing a mixture of potent steroids, hormones and chemicals all designed to alter Bret’s body shape as quickly as possible. The quicker the whole transformation process happened, the less chance of anyone finding Bret or indeed the Barbershop and Bar. Dan was well aware they hadn’t caught the culprit at work who’d been leaking information about certain clients. He needed to still be cautious, even here in this part of town. 
Dan had every reason to be worried – at that very moment in the ‘Bears Den’, Bart had a guy he’d never seen before, enter the still quiet bar. 

part 10 

It was still pretty quiet in the Bar next door to the Barbers shop. It had just gone past 8.00pm and Bart was washing up some glasses when a huge guy walked in, taking up the whole door frame. Bart had never seen him before, but he could certainly fit in at this bar. 
He obviously had been spending way too much time in the gym. Although he was wearing a dark suit, it was obvious that muscle, not fat, was beneath it. He had a dangerous look, and something told Bart he wasn’t after a drink. 
“What can I get you?” asked Bart, putting his glass drying aside. 
“Just some information,” the stranger said. He produced a photograph, “you seen this guy around here?” 
Bart felt his adrenaline start to rise. The photo looked like the kid next-door. Yes it was him alright. “Can’t say I have,” replied Bart – trying to hide his nervousness. “He doesn’t look the sort to come in here,” Bart tried to suggest. 
“Friend of mine said he may come in here. I’d be grateful if you’d give me a call if you do see him.” The beefcake handed over a business card – Roberto Alverez it read. “His parents are worried sick about him; concerned he may have fallen in with the wrong crowd.” He tried to smile. 
“Yeah! Ah sure, if I see him, I’ll give you a call,” Bart lied. 
“You do that.” 
And with that Alverez left the bar. Bart took a deep breath, then picked up the phone….he had to warn Ken – and fast! 

“Shit! That was Bart. Reckons his had a visitor looking for Bret. How did they find out where to look so quickly?” said Ken as he hung up the phone. 
“Well it’s pretty obvious there is a leak at my end,” replied a shocked Dan. He went to the window and carefully peered between the closed blinds. He couldn’t see anything. “What did he look like?” 
“Bart said he was a big muscle-bound goon, as bald as we are. Gave him a name – Roberto Alverez.” Replied Ken. 
At that moment, the bound and gagged Bret started to moan. He had a look of horror on his face. 
“I think Bret knows this guy,” said Ken. “Maybe we should hear what his got to say.” 
Ken took the huge ball gag from Bret’s gaping mouth. As soon as it was loose, Bret started to babble; ‘you can’t let him find me!’ 
“Ah! There he is!” said Dan, still watching out the window. “Just came out of the Laundry on the corner. Mean-looking mother…. Getting into a dark coloured Ford. Guess his leaving- for the moment anyway.” 
“So Bret, you see why this work on you has to be done. They will find you eventually – we have to make sure they don’t know it’s you when that happens.” Ken said calmly. 
“Alright! Your right. I know what these guys are capable of…..are you sure if I let you do this to me, I’ll be safe – for good?” asked Bret, obviously shaken, knowing he had no other options now. 
“Trust me. Already your on the way to looking like someone who fits in at the Bears Den.” Ken said, pointing at the mirror that Bret was facing. 
Bret’s mouth dropped; he hadn’t noticed the changes in his body. It must be what ever their pumping into him. He had noticed the restraints had been tightening, but now he saw why. His stomach was no longer flat… in fact, all his life he never been able to put on any weight – now he was blowing up big time. He had a round gut forming under his chest restraint, and he felt like his shirt was shrinking. As he went up he noticed his neck had thickened, and through the beard that had steadily been growing on his face, he could see his face had taken on a bloated look. “What the fuck?”Said Bret. “That’s not me – no way this can happen so quick. And the beard! I’ve never been able to grow anything more than a few chin whiskers…..this is weird!” 
The added chemicals designed to make Bret more co-operative, were working, Ken thought to himself. They weren’t as powerful mind controllers as Ken had used on Lucas or Jerry – he wanted Bret to see his transformation to completion; it might be more fun! 
Ken spoke first, “Now see what’s possible? This is the best way to throw those guy’s off the scent. Besides, at least you’re starting to look more of a man than a kid.” 
Something inside Bret agreed with Ken. He’d always hated looking so young for his age. 
“And this way, you can have Ken change anything you want. Plastic surgery is pretty permanent and definitely not as effective.” Added Dan. “Now listen Ken. I think it’s safe to leave you and Bret for now; I’d better try and find whose the spy, before we have any more trouble. I’ll be back a little latter – hopefully with some answers!” 
“Sure Dan! Bret’s fine now, aren’t you boy?” Ken replied. “I think we can get rid of the restraints – his going to be enjoying this from now on I think. 

Part 11 

Dan was back at his desk – it was just coming up to 10pm and the offices in his building were quiet. Dan was going through the personnel records, something his new promotion permitted. There had to be a leak this end, he thought. There was no other answer. Hang on….. he suddenly got excited; of course, it had to be him! There on the screen was the obvious answer; Patrick Giovedi. A young, skinny guy that Dan had never got on with. He was working in their Accounts Department and would have had access to most of the files. Looking up his work history, there was no clue to his involvement. Only just turned 21, he’d been given a complete FBI clearance, though he’d only been working here for only 12months. What convinced Dan was his family history. Grew up in a tough neighbourhood – the son of an Irish mother and Italian father – put himself through school, attended North Hills College before attending NY University. ‘North Hills’ was the same college Bret had been peddling his drugs! Co-incidence? Dan didn’t trust co-incidences too much. What nailed his suspicion was a file photo of a young Patrick riding his bike in his old Bronx neighbourhood. There he was outside a men´s tailor shop; Tony Alverez Tailor. The bald-headed goon looking for Bret at the Bear’s Den was called Alverez. Must be a relative – maybe a father that owned the Tailor shop. Patrick must have known the Alverez’s, Dan thought to himself; it’s the only answer to why this guy had found Bret so quickly. Dan dialled the number of Kens’ Barbershop. 
“Hey Ken! Look I won’t be able to make it back tonight – I’ve got a lead! Can you put Bret up for the night – I’ll be around tomorrow………..Yeah! You’ll be safe tonight….sure….have fun!” Dan hung up the receiver. Ken had been more than happy to accommodate Bret for the night. Already, he was well and truly looking like he was a regular at the Bear’s Den! 

Ken had just finished washing out the hair dye when Dan had rung. Bret’s newly acquired beard was jet black, certainly a change from his former blond colouring. Ken started to dab at the beard with a brush he’d dipped in another mysterious bottle. Bret’s beard was a full beard that Ken had left thick at the chin and above his top lip. The sides he’d trimmed down short. He continued to run the brush through the chin whiskers and moustache, leaving the sides and cheeks alone. Bret could now see the black of the beard being bleached wherever the gel was brushed on. Ken decided to run the brush through more vigorously now. As the gel dried his beard was beginning to look more white than black. Again Bret’s beard was washed and dried. Ken now began to brush something else through the part bleached areas. It was a very thick, dark gel. “Just something to make you look a little older,” said a grinning Ken. After twenty minutes, the gel was washed out. Bret saw what Ken had meant about looking older! His tache and styled chin whiskers had a lot of gray showing through. 

As the hours had ticked by Bret’s transformation into a biker Dad was becoming more and more obvious. Bret had even started to get off on the changes that were happening to him – thanks to the drugs still being pumped into his body. He was no longer the skinny college nerd that had entered the barbershop, earlier that night. His body was much fatter. His neck had grown wider, a generous double chin, had appeared, hidden by the grey beard. His whole face had taken on a bloated look. His eyebrows were dark and thick now, his eye colouring no longer blue, but brown, thanks to coloured contacts. Bret’s stomach was now a round beer belly stretching down to his lap. His chest was bigger with his pecs forming definite man boobs. His whole body was now covered in black hair mixed with silver-gray here and there. A real contrast to the smooth look he’d come in with. Piercings now adorned his nipples. Four large hoops swung from the left ear making the lobe stretch down under their weight. Bret hadn’t been too willing for the metal, but the drugs helped convince him. 
“Now it’s getting late, I think that will be enough tonight,” said Ken. Bret was beat after all the work done on him and all the drugs pumped into him over the past five hours. He was sure ready for some shuteye. “First let me show you where you’ll be sleeping.” 
After Ken had put Bret to bed in the spare room above the shop, he waited for him to go off to sleep. He knew he’d not wake up thanks to a little tonic in his hot cocoa. Ken began to apply an oil over Bret’s face. In a few minutes it would dry and shrink. Then Ken would apply another layer. This was his radical plan to help age Bret, beyond his 28 years. The oil would cause premature ageing. Ken made sure the layers would be more on his forehead and around his crows feet. Next he applied a small weight to each nipple ring. Then he applied a vacuum cylinder to Bret’s rather average sized cock. He took a needle and injected it into one of Bret’s balls. As he pushed down on the plunger the testicle began to inflate. He repeated this with the other ball. They would be stretched latter after they had grown, like his cock would. Ken plunged another needle into the base of the dick. He connected the vacuum to a small machine that would then operate the vacuum all night. “Sweet Dreams Brett,” said Ken, giving him a kiss on the lips before retiring himself 

Part 12 

Hey Ken! Anyone home?” Dan called as he let himself into the back of the shop with his own key. It was nearing 3 in the afternoon. 

“And just where have you been?” replied Ken as he came down the stairs from the apartment above. 
give him a sedative about an hour ago. He didn’t wake up feeling too good. ”Can I take a 
look?” asked Dan. 

“Sure thing.” 

Dan wasted no time going up to the bedroom where Bret was in. About 5 minutes latter Dan was coming down the stairs supporting a groggy Bret. 

“Sorry I’m so late. I’ve made progress on our mole. One Patrick Giovedi, works in our Accounts department – bloody weasel!” sneered Dan. 

“Coffee?” Ken asked as he went to a sideboard to pour himself a cup. 

“Sure! Would kill for one.” 

“I hope not,” smiled Ken as he poured a cup for Dan. 

“So how’s our patient?” asked Dan. 
“Had to amazing Barber, Ken,” smiled Dan as Ken came to give him a hand. “He wanted to get up – seems pretty out of it still.” 

“Let’s put him back in the chair,” replied Ken, “I need to work quickly on him with this company snitch on our tale.” 

“What more can you do? This is amazing – I mean the whole package is unrecognisable as Bret.” Said Dan carefully placing Bret in the chair. 

“Not enough! Got to do the attitude and personality adjustments for him to be totally believable. Without it he will expose who he really is for sure.” Said Ken as he worked some switches at the back of the chair and the large TV screen came to life. “Bret was pretty freaked out this morning when he woke up – I mean who wouldn’t be? He started saying we were turning him into some freak, that we had no right” 

EARLIER 

Yes indeed. When Bret awoke that morning he felt terrible. He slowly came to only to find this sucking cylinder on his dick. He quickly removed it and couldn’t believe his eyes. His modest dick was huge – well over 12 inches, and his balls were like melons. His mind was trying to figure what had happened last night. It wasn’t a dream after all. 

Just then Ken had entered the room. “Ah! Your awake sunshine.” 

“What the hell! What have you done to me?” Bret spat at Ken 

“I thought you would like all the enhancements,” replied Ken. “Here take a look!” 
he then said producing a large mirror. 

“Ahhhhh………..no…it can’t be! You made me into an old fuck like you.” Bret screamed. His face appeared to be years older and with the gray-black beard made him unrecognisable as a 28 year old. His sagging breasts had huge weights attached to the nipple rings – no wonder they felt numb. 
“I’m getting out of here, I don’t care what the mob does to me; it can’t be worse than what you fuckers have done.” 
“Just relax Bret. I know it’s all a bit much to take in at first – but you’ll get use to it. Remember – it’s for your own protection!” Ken replied suddenly producing a chloroformed rag. 

Bret tried to free himself but Ken was still fitter and stronger. It wasn’t long before Bret passed out. 

Back in the Barbershop Ken was busy making Bret more co-operative. 
“I don’t want to be like you guys,” Bret said groggily as he focused on the swirling patterns in front of him. 

“Sure you do, Bret. Relax and focus on the screen in front. You’re feeling so good now. You love the new you…. 

“No way…I don’t want ….I can’t stay like this….I have to get awayyy….” 

“No Bret. You only hear the sound of my voice. Concentrate on the patterns. They are relaxing you aren’t they Bret!” Ken softly and evenly spoke into Bret’s ear. 

“Yes, they are relaxing… but I have to get away from here….I…I…” 

“No Bret. Listen to my voice,” Ken continued, “you like my Barbershop, you like the changes we are making to you. You are looking more of a man than before – more mature, rugged.” 

“I like being in your Barbershop….” repeated Bret. 

Ken continued to work on Bret. He’d decided it was best if he forgot about his former life – safer as well. 
Dan kept watch, keeping an eye on the street out front of the shop. He was extra careful not to be followed this time. 
After about an hour and three injections, Ken said he was finished for now. “He’ll still need follow up work, but when he awakes he’ll be a different guy altogether. He will be an old, mature biker bear, ready to show us his nice big cock.” 
Dan look at Bret’s naked body. His cock was certainly big, but the width now was like a beer can. “Maybe that size head deserves a nice big ring.” 
“Just what I was thinking,” replied Ken. With that he got his piercing cart and went to work giving Bret a nice gold PA through his huge piss hole and ensuring it was permanently closed. 
“Now for some finishing touches,” smiled left Ken to his fun working on Bret. 

Ken as he went to the counter and took a bottle of one of his potions. “I want this dude looking so different from his former self even his own mother wont recognize him.” He proceeded to paint the sides and back of Bret’s bald head with the green goop. “This will quicken the hair-growth, so his male pattern baldness will be obvious. It will make him look even older.” 
The stubble had just started to appear on Bret’s head except on the top and crown where Ken had permanently removed it. 
“Listen Ken, I have an idea to set up Giovedi.” Dan said, coming over to watch the process and fascinated at how thorough Ken was. “Give me a few hours and I’ll be back. 
Have that television ready, I think Giovedi needs an attitude adjustment!” 
“Sounds good to me,” laughed Ken. 
Dan 

Part 13 

Ken heard a tap at the rear door to the shop. He’d been cleaning up after his time spent on Bret. “Dan! Your back! Who’s your friend?” asked Ken as he ushered Dan and a young, skinny guy into the shop. 
“Ken, this is Patrick. Patrick Giovedi.”Dan answered introducing his firm’s accountant. 
The guy looked very nervous, especially now that Dan had locked the rear door. 
“Patrick, nice to meet you,” Ken said, “so what can I do for you?” 
“I don’t know why I’m here actually – I mean I was practically dragged down here.” Patrick answered giving Dan a distrustful look. 
“I told him it would be in his best interest to come down here to meet you.” Dan responded. 
“Yeah! Sure – forced more like it.” Said Patrick. 
Then Dan put a hand on the accountants shoulder and pushed him towards one of the Barber chairs. Patrick realized there was some guy in the nearest chair, he seemed to be asleep. “Take a seat and we’ll explain why you’re here.” Dan said, practically pushing him into the chair. He then whispered something to Ken, who then went to the control panels at the back of the first chair that Bret was sitting on, still unconscious. 
“Now Patrick. I’ve noticed how your always looking at me – I think you’ve got a thing for a real man and I’m the kind of guy you’ve been looking for.” Began Dan. 
Patrick’s eyes went wide, he could hardly believe his ears, “What the hell. Are you insane? I’m no faggot and if I were, I definitely wouldn’t be interested in a old, fat fart like you. Where in the world do you get off calling me………..wha…” Before Patrick could finish the chair was spun around. “What the fuck? Cried Patrick as he felt a leather strap go around his chest. 
“Shut it,” Dan said “or I’ll shove my cock up that virgin arse of yours.” 
Stunned, Patrick stayed quiet long enough for another restraint to go around his ankles. 
Suddenly a TV screen in front of him came to life. It seemed to be a series of patterns and flashing shapes. Patrick tried to turn away but Dan had his head in a vice-like grip. 
“Yes Patrick, I think your going to enjoy Ken’s entertainment.” Dan whispered into the ear of Patrick. Gradually his attempts to stop looking at the screen lessened till finally he was at Ken’s mercy. 
“Now Ken, the full treatment. Can you make Pat a full-blown queen.?” asked Dan 
“Your wish is my command, but what’s your plan?” 
Dan went on,” I want our snitch here to be totally discredited but those his working for. Once they see what he is into, I don’t think they’ll be dealing with him in future. Now I want him particularly into straight cock.” 
“Sounds interesting – I’ll give it my best shot.” Replied Ken. 
He began to go through some DVDs as Dan went over to Bret’s chair. “Shit Ken! What have you done to our other guest?” 
“Not bad if I do say so myself.” Answered Ken. 
“Bloody amazing, I’d say,” Dan said. He was looking at the hair growth around the sides and back, a perfect male pattern baldness specimen. The hair was very noticeable now, grown out to a number one length and coloured dark grey with some silver showing through to match his beard. The top of his bald head seemed darker tanned with signs of ageing and sun damage. His face appeared to be even older then when Dan had left, the result of Ken’s desire to make this guy totally unrecognizable. 
As Ken inserted a DVD into a compartment on the side of the television he asked, “So how old do you think he looks?” 
“At least 60!” answered a still stunned Dan. “No one will ever believe this is Bret Williamson.” 
Meanwhile, Ken turned his focus to Patrick. He was now completely hypnotized – the screen in front now showing occasional pictures of naked, athletic jocks. 
Ken set up two syringes and injected the first into Patrick’s left arm. He then went on to say, “Now Patrick – can you hear my voice?” 
“Yes.” 
“Good. And you’re starting to feel very relaxed?” 
“Yes.” 
“You’re going to feel even better soon. As you watch the screen you feel more at ease and comfortable with what you see. Your beginning to enjoy the photos of the men, it’s starting to make your cock rise.” 
Dan noticed the kid’s bulge developing in his crotch. He watched fascinated as Ken worked on the new ‘client’. There were no plans to alter his memories just his sexual preferences. They would have some fun with this one – he deserved it. 

LATER. 

“Bart have you met Patrick?” Ken announced loudly as he and Dan brought Patrick into the Bar. It was just after 6 pm and the Bar contained a few regulars. They had finished there work on the kid, and on Bret who was sitting in a dark corner still a little zonked out. Jerrt was sitting with him both drinking some heavy gainer beer. 
“Well, Pat we don’t get many like you in here?” chipped in Bart offering his hand. 
Patrick refused to shake it, even though he couldn’t take his eyes off Bart’s body. As usual the bartender was wearing no shirt and just a tight pair of black, leather pants. 
“The names Patrick, and I’ve never been to a place like this before.” Patrick replied, but feeling his cock hardening. 
“How about a drink – help you relax?” asked Bart. 
“Well…I suppose I could have one before I go.” Stammered Patrick. 
Suddenly he was conscious of pipe smoke, all around him. Ken had lit up one of his special blends. “Hope my pipe isn’t bothering you son?” 
“Yes. Actually it is bothering me….it kind of smells…..you can’t…..” Patrick tried to speak but the smoke encircling him was making it hard. He started to feel at ease, why was that. He took a long gulp of the beer. 
“Take another,” Bart pushed the drink into Patrick’s hands. He felt he should. He started to feel he should do anything this guy asked. 
“So Pat! Still want me to stop smoking my pipe?” asked Ken putting a firm hand on Patrick’s shoulder. 
“No. No, it’s fine. I’m getting use to it.” Replied a much more amiable Patrick. It wasn’t long before Patrick was on his second drink. Ken suggested Bart have a break, giving him a wink. Bart went around to Patrick, grabbed his arm and said, “why don’t we get to know each other a little better!” 
Feeling a little light-headed and confused, Patrick went with Bart. 
“Quick Ken! Go get your camera; let’s get a snap of the happy couple,” said Dan. 
Within a half hour, Patrick was all over Bart, totally oblivious of having pictures taken. He had his shirt off and before long, was sucking on Bart’s huge cock – PA and all. 

The next day, Patrick was back at work totally unaware that he had been straight up until yesterday. He couldn’t remember much about last night but he definitely wanted to return for some more action with Bart. The phone suddenly disturbed his daydreams. It was his cell phone. “Hello! 
“It’s Alverez. We haven’t heard from you for a while. Not trying to get out of our little arrangement are you?” 
“No…of course not. I’ve had no new information.” answered a frightened Patrick. 
“Well keep an eye on that ‘faggot’ boss of yours. He won’t suspect you, and I’m sure his still in contact with Williamson.” 
“Sure…but I’ve got to be careful…” then Patrick stopped as he realized Alverez had hung up. 

It was just nearing 5pm when Dan came up to Patrick’s desk. “How about coming with me for a drink? You made such a good impression at the Bears Den yesterday- thought you might like to come along again. I have to check up on one of our recent client relocation in the same area, so your welcome to come along.” 
“Ah! Sure, thanks…..I was finished up here anyway.” Responded a shocked Patrick. What great luck. Now he might find out where they have Bret stashed and finally get Alverez off his back. 

As Dan and Patrick drove to the other side of town, Dan noticed a dark sedan following. He knew Alverez was probably watching him. Perfect, he thought to himself. 
As they entered the Bears Den, Bart immediately came over and gave Patrick a kiss. “Great to see you again Pat. Here – have one of my ‘special ’frosties. Dan left the bar to see Ken, leaving Patrick in Bart’s capable hands. 

Watching out the Barbershop window, Dan saw Alverez head straight into the bar. “Right on cue,” said Dan. 
Ken was already heading to the bar via the rear door. 

Roberto Alverez had no time for ‘ fags ‘ and here he was in this sordid bar a second time. He quickly scanned the room, which seemed to be busy already. As he passed a notice board he did a double take. There in the middle were the photographs that Ken had taken of Bart and Patrick. Alverez felt sick. He always thought Giovedi was a homo. No wonder he was coming to this bar. “Can I buy you a drink, son?” 
“What?” Alverez found himself looking at the huge gut of the very man he was looking for, Bret Williamson. “No, just looking for a friend…” he quickly replied, feeling totally repulsed by the old farts appearance. 
When he spied Patrick at the bar seemingly enjoying himself with the other guy in the photo, Alverez quickly left. As he climbed into his car he dialed a number on his cell. “No leads I’m afraid. Giovedi is a liability. Yes! I understand, I’ll take care of it.” 
Alverez hung up and started the car. 

Chapter14 

A FEW DAYS LATER. 

Patrick was scared. He had tried to contact Alverez, unsuccessfully each time. Something had changed. He knew he was a liability as he knew of Alverez’s involvement with the mob. In fact, their families had grown up together in a tough city neighbourhood. That’s how Alverez had first approached him about becoming an informant….even though he knew it was dangerous – the promise of easy money – well now Patrick wished he’d never gotten involved. He knew his life could be in danger. That’s when he decided to confide in his new ‘boyfriend’ Bart. Bart had insisted he tell Dan everything, but Patrick knew he’d be in big trouble with the authorities. 
Of course Bart had been briefed on the whole story so he knew which way Dan wanted to proceed with this poor excuse for a man. “Jerry! Mind the store – I’m going next door.” 
Said Bart as he took Patrick’s arm. “Ken will know how to help, his an expert at creating disguises!” continued Bart. Patrick decided this guy knew best – he trusted him, but what did he mean by disguises? 

“Listen to Ken, Patrick, it’s your best hope”. Said Bart as he sat on one of the waiting areas chairs. They had been in the Barbershop for a good half hour, explaining everything to Ken. Patrick was sitting in one of the Barber chairs, Ken resting against the counter. 
Ken had been trying to convince Patrick he needed a radical makeover to escape the mob. 
Suddenly there was the sound of the lock turning in the rear door. It was Dan, whom Ken had previously contacted. 
“So Patrick – you’ve come clean finally.” Dan said, approaching the chair. 
“Look, it’s not my fault. I was forced in………..AHHHHHH!” Patrick didn’t finish, Dan slapped him hard across the face. “That’s for the 2 people we lost. You’ve nearly cost everyone at ‘New Beginnings’ their job. And now you want us to save your sorry arse?” 
“Please! I’ll do anything you want, please don’t turn me in……I’ll never survive in prison – the mob will find me.” Pleaded Patrick with tears streaming down his face. 
“In that case you will do everything we tell you, agreed?” asked Dan. 
“Agreed”.Patrick said trying to stifle his sniffles. 
Ken came over to the chair, “then we have to work quickly and you must do as I say?” 
“Yes! Anything you say.” Patrick was beginning to feel less frightened. How bad could a makeover be? He was just relieved at Dan not going to the cops. 
“Well first thing is to make you blend in around here if we’re to look after you – Dan! How about a beer? This could take some time!” 
“Count me in.” said Dan. 
Ken went out to the back room, ensuring Patricks drink was the one with the growth building steroids. Handing the drink to Patrick he said, “if your going to hang around here your going to have to drink a lot of beers – it’s the only way you’ll never be found.” 
Patrick thought it a strange comment – how can beer help hide me? Maybe behind a beergut perhaps he mused to himself. 
“Now then, I think you need quite a bit of work, your hair hasn’t seen any cutting lately, has it?” Ken said running his hand through the long, dark locks of hair at the back of Patricks head. 
“No, I kind of avoid haircuts – my hair is so thin, I never like what they do to it.” Responded Patrick, now looking in the mirror at his hair. 
“Well boy! Having it longer doesn’t make it thicker,” Ken went on grabbing a pair of heavy-duty Oyster clippers, “Let’s start with the length.” 
As the sound of the clippers being fired up filled the air, Patrick started to worry. The teeth met his front hairline and began to take the hair down to a quarter inch. Patrick couldn’t believe his eyes as the clippers cleared more and more hair from the top of his head, only stopping just past his crown. He took a huge gulp on his beer, as if for courage, but found himself enjoying the taste. Dan caught a signal from Ken to grab a few more. 
Within a few minutes, all the length on Patrick’s head was gone. He certainly looked different, but he didn’t really like it – he’d had long hair ever since his early teens. 
Ken turned the clippers off. Examining the top of the head he then said, “Your getting a little sparse on top, your not going to be able to pull off a HnT or recon. Maybe we should shave it all off.” 
“No! Please don’t shave me bald, I’d look terrible.” protested a worried Patrick. 
“Shut it, boy! Remember, who’s the boss now.” Dan suddenly interrupted. 
“Sorry, I know but I’ll put up with any other haircut, just don’t take all my hair off.” 
Patrick said easing his tone a little. 
“Okay. I won’t shave it all off,” Ken continued, changing the guard on the clippers, “I’ll do one of my specialties instead.” And with that he brought the clippers to the hairline again and drew them slowly through the remaining hair and in their wake, only white skin remained. Patrick went to complain, but saw Dan get up towards him. 
As Ken continued the clippering Dan could now see Ken was indeed giving the boy one of his specialties – an MPB cut. 
As Ken turned off the clippers, he asked, “So how do you like it so far?” 
“You said you weren’t going to shave all my hair off!” Patrick said as tears began to form in his eyes. 
“You said any haircut. Besides – you’ll still have hair this way, and you were on the way to male pattern baldness anyway. I’m just speeding up the process.” Ken smiled as he went to his counter to get some of his special hair removal ingredient. 

Patrick couldn’t believe how different he looked already. Ken had just removed the last of the permanent hair depilatory gel, which he’d left on extra long. Patrick could feel a definite tingling on his scalp. There wasn’t a single hair to be seen- no shadow, just a ring of long, black hair around the sides and back. He looked so old – so freaky, and this was permanent. 
“Drink up Boy! You’ll soon like the changes.” Laughed Ken, noticing the look of shock on Patrick’s face. 
“Now for the rest of the hair,” and he took another attachment, switched on the clippers and commenced to run them up from the base of the neck to the crown, pushing Patrick’s head forward. Now with his chin pressed against his chest, he couldn’t see the results. He could feel the heat of the blades stripping him of all his hair. But, hang on – was that his cock twitching. He couldn’t believe he was starting to get a hard-on. His head was spinning a little – it must be the beer! He thought to himself. 
When Ken had finished, Patrick was able to look at himself in the mirror. His dark, long locks were gone, but he wasn’t bald, Ken had left him with a fairly thick band of hair framing the bald skin on top. Suddenly, a high pitched sound started up, his head was pushed forward again, and Ken was going up the back of his head again, this time, only trimming the edges and blending it into the thicker hair. 
When he was finished, Ken showed Patrick the finished results in a hand mirror.” See! I did as you asked. Any style except totally shaved.” 
Even though he was angry at Ken, he was starting to feel more relaxed. As he looked closer, he was starting to think he was going to be safe from Alverez and at the same time, escape the hands of the FBI. Maybe it was worth the new haircut! 

Part 15 

“Patrick! I think it’s time for a little payment for the trouble you have caused Dan,” Ken purred into Patrick’s ear. 
“What do you mean.” Asked Patrick nervously 
Ken began to lower the back of the chair. He noticed that the beer was definitely having an effect on Patrick’s body, he was developing a large beer gut on his skinny frame already. 
“I just want to make sure, that, your extra popular with the customers around here.”Ken smiled. And with that he attached a large cylinder to Patrick’s now exposed cock. He hooked it up by a tube running to a small compressor unit. At the same time, he attached two smaller cylinders to each nipple and again attached each to a tube on the compressor. 
As he turned it on, the sudden noise and sensation made Patrick jump. 
“I’m not having any of this freaky shit!” Patrick said going to get up out of the chair, but as he looked down he stopped himself; what had happened to his stomach – he’d always been skinny, now he had this large jutting beer-gut. This was just what Ken needed. The delay gave Dan enough time to restrain Patrick, while Ken gave him an injection. 
“That will relax you boy. Dan! Give our boy here another beer.” 
Patrick slouched back into the chair. “WH…….?” 
“Yeah! The paralysis drug I gave you reacts real quick!” said Ken. 
Dan brought the beer over. “Now open wide,” said Ken as he forced the mouth open. “Dan – I think our friend here is a little parched.” 
Dan began to pour the brew slowly down Patrick’s throat – to prevent gagging. Patrick was unable to move. He felt the beer going down his throat, but he couldn’t move. When Dan was finished, Ken asked him to bring the remaining special labelled Beer in his fridge. “your going to get a real thirst for this brew young man,” responded Ken, seeing the fear in Patrick’s eyes. Patrick had to admit he was already getting to love the beer despite never being a beer drinker before. 

Ken and Dan had been working on the company snitch for nearly 4 hours now. Ken looked up from his work to see Bart coming through the rear door. 
“Thought I come and take a look at how your getting on. Brought you some sandwiches too in case yo….. Jesus! Is that Patrick? “ Bart suddenly said noticing the figure in the chair. 
“No. This is Kell.” Smiled Ken, finishing up with a small metal trolley he’d been using. 
“There is no longer a Patrick Giovedi. This bears name is Ken O’Halloran, ‘BeerKeg’ to his friends.” 
“No kidding”, whistled Bart. “I’ve got to hand it to you partner, this is your best work yet!” 
Dan nodded in agreement as they looked at the transformation in front of them. The pasty, skinny Italian had been remade into a huge, hairy, monstrously built Irish Biker 
Still naked in the chair, Patrick’s belly was more than a beer gut now. It measured over 50 inches, and his now obvious manboobs were sitting on top of the huge stomach. His nipples had been stretched and were the size of silver dollars now, both nipples hanging even lower after heavy weight, gold rings now adorned them. Bart couldn’t stop looking at the giant cock – as thick as a beer can and over 13 inches long. He now had severe male pattern baldness , with only a ring of red hair around the sides. It had to be a 7 on the Norwood Scale. His face seemed bloated, he now had a few double chins, his skin had no real tan, he seemed a lot fairer – more Irish than Italian. He was wearing a walrus style moustache that covered his top lip. It hung down the sides of his mouth and curled at the ends. It was a luxuriant red also – obviously dyed, as this guy looked like he was over 50. 
His eyebrows were bushier, and the same color red as the rest of the hair on his body. And that too was luxuriant – all over his back and chest, that sort of hair would require a lot of wax to see smooth skin again. 
“There is still a bit of work to do to him yet…… just to teach him a lesson.” Said Ken waving some smelling salts under Patrick’s nose. He started to stir, slowly at first – then he began to moan. 
“ What happened? I feel like a truck ran into me.” Patrick said suddenly realizing where he was and that he hadn’t been dreaming. 
“You’ve been out for hours, your bound to feel a bit groggy,” replied Ken. “Ready to see the new you?” 
As Ken spun the chair around a piercing scream filled the Barbershop. Ken added, “Not to your liking, Beerkeg?” 
“Fucking hell….what the? I’m not me any more. I’m so fat! I look older than you guys. 
I never agreed to this, I mean it can’t be legal?” yelled Patrick as he tried to struggle against the restraints. 
Dan spoke first. “Your lucky we didn’t turn you in to the cops, or better yet, Alverez”. 
Ken had switched the TV on and the swirling patterns started. Patrick tried to turn away but found himself starting to relax, his eyes starting to glaze over. 
“Now for some reconditioning,” said Ken. “A little dumbing down is warranted here…….What the fu…..? 
Ken was suddenly startled by the sound of the back door being ripped off it’s hinges. 
The big, bald frame of Tony Alverez was stepping over the smashed door. He’d been snooping around…..he knew there was something fishy about the Bar next door, and when he’d heard this scream coming from the Barbershop, he ran down the back alley – gun drawn. 
“Hands up! That means you in the chair as well.” Barked Alverez. 
Bart, Dan and Ken did as they were told, only Patrick couldn’t as he was still restrained and transfixed by the hypnotic screen in front of him. 
Going over to the chair, Alverez repeated the command, then noticed the restraints, “What’s going on here? What are you fags doing to the fat guy? 
“Oh, that’s just Beerkeg,” replied Ken. “He likes a bit of rough play when he has a haircut.” Ken smiled. 
“Why is he looking like a zom……at the televisio…..those patterns are….” Alverez had made the mistake of turning to look at the screen that Beerkeg was staring at. 
“Don’t anyone try anything……..funny…..” Alverez tried to say. 
“Come here and take a seat, son – you look tired!” said Ken getting Dan to help him carefully remove the gun from Alverez’hand. They directed him to another chair being careful not to turn his head.

stogiestache:

justmanlust2:

Ho ho ho!!!

clydesdalecookiefox:

theorygrande:

Does this shirt make me look fat?

YES. Deliciously so. You know you want to buy the real suit… #Santafication