This story features a mind control theme and m/m sex. Please don't read it, if it's likely to offend you.

Feeling so uncool in his suit, Wane felt terrible beyond words, why he’d taken the wrong turn to get home thinking it would be a short cut was turning into a real disaster, it being a Friday and all, his usual night out. His apartment was around the other block, not anywhere near here. His suit was fine at work, but in this neighbour hood it made him stick out like a geek. At least it was a warm fall evening and not raining as it had been, the shops looked spooky with the light dimming. Wane noticed a gang of lads coming down the street shouting at one another, it was time to get off the streets and quick.

So he dived into a welcoming bookshop for cover, a quaint if a little old fashioned. Books piled everywhere an old clock ticking in the background. A warm male voice called from the back somewhere asking him to look around and that if he needed any help, just to ask. Wane began moving to the back of the store to get away from the big windows. Taken in by his new surroundings Wane nearly bumped into a young man carrying a cup and saucer of tea, Wane was startled to see him. The owner smiled and offered Wane his cup, handing his over and offering Wane a chair as well. He soon reappeared with another cup and sat down on a stool. Wane explaining why he’d come in, the owner knew the problems and while happily chatting was watching Wane very carefully. Brad’s watching of young Wane hadn’t registered at all, so far so good.

Brad had seen Wane on his security camera walking down the street earlier, and the tea was only the first step. The ‘gang’, coming down the street were planted into his open and wondering mind, Brad was pleased that his latent power or mind control, could now be taught to another, if at the moment an unwilling soul.

Wane’s eyes felt tired and heavy as he slumped in the chair, he heard Brad talking to him and felt comforted by the kind words that he was hearing, the suggestions were over powering his sane mind. Wane’s girlfriend and his love for her were slowly being eradicated, as was most of his previous imprinted lifestyle.

Awaking with a start, the cup in his hand, Wane didn’t know why he’d fallen asleep, it was time that he should leave, it was dark outside and Brad handed Wane his leather jacket and a bag with his new books and thanked him for his little chat. Wane happily put the jacket on, and taking the bag walked home, and then slowly realised that he’d never owned a leather jacket before.

His phone was blinking, lots of messages from some girl he used to know, not important how that she was going out with someone else. On looking at his watch, he couldn’t believe he’d spent three hours there.

Wane ate a micro meal, and in going into his bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror he felt so aroused looking at his image. His chestnut brown hair shone well in the light, it was so long, as he use to like it as he brushed his hands threw a good 9 or 10" of length, but he knew that he would have to get rid of it. His hair was so styled for that girl, it reminded him of her and he didn’t like it this long anymore.

Thrills of excitement about getting his hair clipped short made his manhood even stronger. The overpowering smell of the leather jacket on his shoulders made him feel so alive, as he caressed his clothed body. He dashed into the kitchen and picked up his digital camera so that he could picture himself before changing. With the two disks full and now down loading into his computer he stripped off his clothes and stood bare looking at his hairy body.

With the steam from his shower and the foam covering his body, Wane began to shave himself, would his new love like his new smooth look, he wondered. His smooth body looked incredible, that he’d shaved himself twice. The camera taking timed pictures of him now. Wane wasn’t so sure that he should of shaved his manhood bare, his cock was now looking so much longer, but it was his massive sacks that now looked so great.

Changing the disk again, he grasped his smooth manhood and slowly wanked as pre cum leaked over his hand before blasting his essence across him. Wane slept dreaming of sex with a man as if nothing had changed.

Awaking early the next morning Wane discovered that he was still hard and sticky. He showered feeling how smooth he was, shampooing his long hair really sicken him, once out of the shower he harshly dried it with a towel rather than the usual hairdryer. Combing it back with hairgell and brushing it behind his ears it looked rough, but ready for cutting. He had so much to do this Saturday he didn’t know if he could fit it all in. Dressing down in jeans and wearing no pants felt really cool, the white vest and his leather jacket looked great. Grabbing his camera again and placing it into his jacket, he dashed out of the door, time to get the rest of his new look.

Armed with his credit card he hit the streets for clothes, visiting leather shops for most of his new gear. The best buy of all was a leather jock strap, from a great sex shop it made him so much harder. His trainers disappeared into a pair of leather boots. My mid morning he’d got most of his new clothes and had deposited all of it back home.

Having the clothes was one thing, but he’d held out as long as he could on the one biggest factor of all, his hair. Wane’s usual hairdresser was some smart $60.00 styling affair. But that was such a waste in what he wanted. He’d looked around that morning for one, but now in the early afternoon he found the perfect place, an old fashioned Barbershop. Sitting down into the leather chair he glanced at his long mass for the last time, the Barber listened to what he wanted done and smiled. Within moments a powerful pair of clippers was making deep grove marks on Wanes head, the camera recording his shearing. The sides and back were now clipped short and his bangs were firstly washed and secondly dried to peak high up. The Barber with Wane’s full attention sheared the bangs down to 1 1/4" to leave his head with a perfect flattop. Wane glanced at the long lengths of hair now scattered over the apron and floor, 12 to 14" of hair that once were loved by another.

Rather than wet gelling his hair the barber sold him a jar of wax to keep his hair at attention and dry. Trilled with his new look Wane walked tall and proud out of the Barbers to find some more books to read.

Part 2 Coming soon /…