He’d nervously thanked his barber when he got handed a complimentary tub of hair grease at the end of his appointment. As he pulled the black grease through his limp dry hair he sniffed appreciatively at its deep leather smell. As he worked it through his roots, he saw himself swell and tighten in the mirror. As his shoulders broadened, his anxieties and worries shrank. He felt impulsive, uninhibited.
He smirked at himself in the mirror, noticing his cheekbones define his face, thick eyebrows arch now arching over piercing eyes. This was a face for extorting people with, emotionally, financially, sexually, to get whatever he wanted.
“Fuck”, he moaned, rubbing his newly formed six pack. He needed to be out there in the world, fucking other people up or just fucking them. He grabbed his newly lengthened 7 inch cock, teasing out beads of potent precum with a finger. Tasting himself, he began planning out how he was going his dick properly wet.
Tucking his new package into a tight pair of white trunks, he pulled on a pair of skinny black jeans. Then a white t-shirt which showed everyone who would look what he was offering. He found some harness boots which fit his feet perfectly. Then, unthinkingly, he reached for the black leather biker jacket now hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Pulling the softened calf leather onto his body he admired the way his arms bulged through the leather sleeves. Playing with the collar he felt his true bad boy nature settle throughout his body.
Taking a final glance in the mirror to check his greased up quiff, he strategically tugged three strands out of place then headed out.
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