PINK!
Warning, the following story contains repeated use of the F slur, even tho it is often not used in a derogatory context. Read at your own discretion. This is an older story that failed to publish here before now. Enjoy!
It sounded too good to be true, a free haircut? When is anything really ‘free’? But that’s what it said on the voucher. It arrived in the post a few days ago, apparently adverting a new hairdresser opening in town, as if there weren’t already several dozen.
As a college student, I wasn’t one to pass up on free stuff, and well, my hair had grown pretty long. So today I had decided to check the place out, maybe they would be good enough to replace my old barber. Upon arriving, the most obvious thing was the pink. A lot of pink. Pink signage, pink exterior, and the name - ‘The Pink One’. Creative.
Someone definitely had a favourite colour and it wasn’t blue. I didn’t necessarily have an issue with the colour, but it did seem a bit gay. I really hoped no one I knew would see me enter, I quickly checked my surroundings before rushing through the front door into the reception room. Wait, do barbers usually have receptions? Granted, I’d never really been into any highbrow salons but this place looked way above my pay grade. Lucky I’m not paying this time huh? Inside is, unsurprisingly, more pink.
There were several chairs in what looked like a waiting area and a main desk with a bored looking woman, idly swiping at a phone. The chairs were all empty, I guess business wasn’t exactly booming just yet; no wonder they’re giving out free cuts. I walk up to the desk and notice a little sign saying ‘we’re hiring, no qualifications required’ in pink bubble text. No qualifications? That makes me somewhat nervous, my hair isn’t gonna be cut by some intern, is it?
I stare at the receptionist as she does her best to pretend I don’t exist. She turns away and sighs at her phone.
“No, swipe left.” She groans, spinning her chair in place.
“Excuse me?” I attempt to interrupt.
“Ugh can’t you see I’m busy?” She says incredulously. Again turning away from me.
“Well… no. I have a voucher for a free haircut?” I say, unsure of myself.
Immediately she stops, freezing in place. She slowly turns back around to face me.
“Thank god, I mean… why didn’t you say? That doesn’t matter now! Where was I… yes. If you would just like to take a seat and wait your turn.” She hurriedly yells, as if the building was on fire. Her whole demeanour changing at the flip of a coin.
“Um… there’s no one else here though.” I point out, turning to face the empty chairs.
“Hahaha. Aren’t you a smart one! I like you! SIT. DOWN.” She yells before immediately whispering, menacingly.
I quickly turn and take a seat, looking over my shoulder as she flashes a nervous smile in my direction. Damn - I’m not sure this is worth it for a haircut. What a screw loose. I wait several minutes before the receptionist calls across the room at me.
“Room two! Toni will see you now!”
Toni? At least the hairdresser will be a girl. With any luck, one a little less obnoxious. I stand and walk to a door on the left with a ‘2’ nailed to it. And yes, the door is pink.
Okay, so Toni is actually a guy. I do a bad job at hiding my disappointment when they welcome me.
“Oh…”
“Hey there, I’m Toni.” They offer their hand in greeting. I reluctantly shake it.
“I’m Jacob.” I state plainly, pulling my hand away to take a good look at the ‘man’.
Toni is, how do I put it? Slightly effeminate. They have peach pink hair in a undercut, one half is completely shaven with the other hanging over his face. He has a crop top that reveals a piercing in his belly button and his eyes are clearly accentuated by black eyeshadow. Right, so he’s probably gay. Don’t say anything stupid, I tell myself.
“Gay, right?” Shit.
“Yep.”
My curiosity is sated at least. Toni turns the chair towards me and I climb on without a word. He places a cloth over me before facing the chair towards a wall mirror. My hair is like a birds nest, I could definitely play a mad scientist in a shitty tv drama.
“Been saving up for me or something sweetie?” Toni teases, winking at me in the mirror. I try and hold back a wince.
“What are we doing with THIS.” He shakes my dark brown hair playfully, making it fall over my eyes.
“Ahem, I guess a tidy up all over. Not too drastic though.” I particularly emphasise that last part. I don’t want to have to explain some f@ggy cut to my friends.
“That goes without saying. Leave it to me. Sir.” I don’t like how he said ‘sir’ sarcastically like that.
I feel my hands shake, for whatever reason haircuts always make me anxious. Something about giving someone else control over my body freaks me out. Toni rummages across the counter in front of me and picks up a spray can. He turns, and without warning sprays the can all over my head, it smells like sweet strawberries. A puff goes straight into my face and eyes. I flinch them shut, the stinging causing them to start watering.
“Fuck man!” I yell in pain.
“Whoops, should of told you to close your eyes. They’re closed now at least!” Toni chuckles. I’m not exactly amused.
He wastes no time and takes a trimmer to my overgrown hair. I squint through bleary eyes, my head dizzy. All of a sudden I feel groggy, all my thoughts seem to dissipate. All except one thing.
PINK
I have no idea why, but my brain seemed fixed on that one word. That one concept. That one way of life…. Huh. My mind is shaken back awake as Toni roughly pushes my head down.
“Huh?”
“I said head down. You were spacing out like a ditz.” Toni answers, his hand placed firmly on his hip.
My cheeks blush a bright shade of PINK, embarrassed by the fact I lost my train of thought. I manage to open my eyes clearly now, noting how my hair already looks a lot shorter. Toni starts up the trimmer again, the pleasant hum buzzing next to my ear as hair falls from my head in clumps.
“So, are you a bottom or top?” He asks, nonchalantly.
“What? Uh, I’m not gay thanks.” I reply bluntly.
“Really? Then why did you ask if I was?” Toni pauses, looking confused.
“It’s kinda obvious you’re a gay bottom dude.” My eyes are sore and pink from the spray, but it doesn’t stop me from rolling them as I watch myself in the mirror.
“Who says I’m a bottom?” Toni sharply pulls my head to the side.
“You’re a top?! I hate to see what the bottom looks like.”
Toni pushes the trimmer behind my ears. The buzzing intensifies, a steady thrum making me relax back into the seat. Its sound seems to become ingrained in my head. I hear Toni saying something to me in the background but I feel myself zoning out; the world around me fades, until there is nothing but the room, me and Toni.
He takes the spray can to my head again, the wonderful scent of strawberries wafts into my nose.
I see myself staring dimly into the mirror, my hair becoming shorter and shorter, the sides now being buzzed into a fade. I can’t seem to muster the energy to care right now, even though a voice in the back of my mind is telling me to say something. A bigger part of me is wondering how my hair would look if it was
PINK
A little groan escapes my lips. My dick chubs up in my jeans, a drop of pre forming against my underwear. I absentmindedly grope at my crotch, a sense of bliss overcoming me.
“We’re getting there! What do you think about a french crop?” Toni smiles and places a firm hand upon my shoulder.
My mouth opens to respond but I’m finding it hard to find the right words. I do know I need to object somehow.
“Too f@ggy.” I slur.
“And? Don’t worry hun, it’ll look great on you. You trust me, don’t you Jacob?” His smile is captivating.
“Trust you.” It’s easier to just go along with it. He is a professional after all. So what if he’s a bit ‘fruity’.
“Good boy.” He whispers.
The praise sends a shiver down my spine. My hand automatically begins rubbing at my tented groin. I should feel so embarrassed, feeling myself up in a public situation like this. But I can’t seem to stop, it just feels right. Toni continues to style my hair, combing the front forward and trimming it to just above my eyes. Maybe it was just the lighting, but my hair colour looked a shade lighter.
I hear the familiar sound of the spray, the room gains a thick PINK haze from the particles swirling around me.
“You know what this product is called?” Toni absently asks.
“PINK.” We both say in unison.
I take a deep sniff of the air, the smell acting like an aphrodisiac. My thoughts become fuzzy again. There’s a strange sensation coming from my rear, I squirm in the seat as I feel my butt clench. My body is lifted up higher as my butt cheeks push out behind me.
“Mhmmm.” My voice whines, seemingly several octaves higher.
I furiously pull at my crotch, my tented dick feels less pronounced. It’s no longer giving me the same level of satisfaction, instead a dull itch pulses from my asshole.
“The fuck’s happening…to…me.” I say between breathy pants.
“Oh that, you’re just becoming a bottom sweetie.” Toni states matter-of-factly, tilting my head while he fades the back of my head.
My brain is operating in slow motion, his words reach my ears but I’m instead fixated by my hair, or what’s left of it. The sides have an extreme skin fade and the strands on front hang seductively over my eyebrows. But the most worrying sight is the colour, now a dusty light brown. I’m starting to look like a…
“Not a f@g”. I blurt out, my mind racing to catch up.
“No? You certainly sound like a bitch in heat. And that’s just the start hunny, just let it work it’s magic. Soon enough you’re be drooling at the thought of being a ‘f@g’.”
“No…” I unconvincingly protest. My voice cracking.
Toni smiles that dreamy smile again, and pulls in dangerously close to whisper in my ear.
“In fact, once we’re done, I’m gonna push you over this counter, and impale you with my juicy pole as you watch the spark of intelligence fade from your eyes in the mirror. At which point you’ll be begging to taste my cum like a cheap slut. Doesn’t that sound perfect, hmm?”
“Fu…frick.” My voice now decidedly effeminate.
None of that can be true, can it? That’s not me, I like girls. At the same time, the idea of letting him use me however he liked made my head soar to cloud 9. My mouth pulls into a sloppy grin.
“Tell me, what’s your favourite colour. Is it…?”
“PINK.” My mouth moves without thinking.
“Good boy. Just keep repeating that word in your head Jakie.”
Jakie? But wasn’t my name PINK. No…something was wrong with PINK. PINK. I couldn’t stop seeing PINK everywhere I looked. PINK walls, PINK tank top, PINK…hair.
My hair was pink. Bright strawberry pink. A quiet giggle slipped from my mouth.
“You look adorable, how do you like your new hair?”
I loved it.
Why wouldn’t I? PINK was my favourite colour. Besides, it wasn’t gay to like pink. And it definitely wasn’t gay to have a pretty hairstyle with your initials shaved into the side. It was totes cute.
“It’s um… nice.” I reply, sheepishly.
“It suits you. We just gotta make some finishing touches, on the house, then you’ll be ready. Eyes closed Jakie.” Toni holds the spray can up to my face.
I clinch my eyes shut. After a minute Toni instructs me to open them again. I blink several times, awestruck by my face in the mirror. It’s me, but at the same time it’s not. My nose had shrunk down to a cute button, my pasty skin now a expertly even tan. My eyes gleaming a bright unnatural blue, while my lips were deep PINK and awkwardly fuller, like I’d been stung by a bee. But most of all, there wasn’t a single blemish, my features perfectly symmetrical in every way.
“Heehee. I look soo good bestie.” My choice of words feeling slightly off in the moment, before I immediately shrug it off. So what If I giggle a bit, it doesn’t make me any less of a man.
Toni throws off the cloth covering my body and gestures for me to stand up. I get to my feet and wobble on the spot, my weight distribution felt wrong. I balance my footing and blush - my butt straining within the confines of my once loose jeans. I take a step forward and feel my bubbly cheeks jiggle behind me.
“G…go…gosh.” I stammer, looking behind my shoulder.
“Aww. You’ll get used to them.” he gives them a light slap and I hear them clap together.
Ugh. It’s time to go, I think. Before anything else happens. I feel…odd, like waking from a vivid dream. I’m thankful at least that I didn’t cum in my pants, it would of been hard to live that down - especially in the presence of a gay guy.
I turn to leave through the door but Toni stops me, pushing a PINK lollipop into my hand.
“Suck!” He instructs.
I ponder the object for a brief moment, before bringing the shiny ball to my mouth. I give it a little lick, and am rewarded by a sweet strawberry taste. I swivel my tongue around its length, savouring the flavour. Before long I’m slurping at the candy like my life depended upon it.
“You seem in your element there.” Toni beams at me, and I smile back.
For the first time I notice the prominent bulge in his tight shorts. I catch myself staring and immediately pull my eyes back up to his face. Now I really need to leave. I reach out to the door handle and…
“Aren’t you forgetting something cutie? I don’t get a tip? You’re such a clutz, Jakie.”
“Oh heck. Sorry.” I apologise, letting go of the door and letting my hand hang limply.
How could I have forgotten, sure the haircut was free but I still had to tip, especially after the brilliant job he did. The problem was, I didn’t bring any money, not even my wallet.
“Um, well…see. The thing is, I have nothing on me.” I stare down at my feet.
Toni places his soft hand under my chin and lifts it to face him. His other hand is resting at the hem of his shorts. He pulls at it slightly, revealing a bit more of his hips. The subtle outline of his tight abs catches my attention.
“That’s okay, I had something else in mind.”
He pulls his shorts further until they drop to his feet, behind them was a bright fluorescent PINK jockstrap. I don’t know why I’m not running at this point, in fact I can’t even tear my eyes away from his crotch. One of my biggest fears is coming true and I’m just standing here like an dummy.
Toni reaches his hand into his jock and pulls free a 7 inch cock. I instinctively gulp.
“How about it, my little dump truck?” He pulls at his foreskin and then looks me straight in the eye.
“I uh… I don’t know. Not really into guys.” My words barely audible as the lolly sticks out of my mouth.
“That doesn’t matter silly, you don’t have to be.”
Is that true? Isn’t it gay to let some dude frick you? I guess not if you don’t cum. It’s like helping out a friend, and he is my bestie. But more importantly, I owe him a big tip. I roll the tasty lollipop from left to right, my hands slightly shaky.
“‘Kay then. How do I…”
“Take those dull clothes off.”
Bleh, Toni can be pretty intimidating when he wants to be. But I do as he says anyway, removing my top and jeans, and then, finally my boxers. I look down, my dick a now meagre 3 inches hard; seeming rather poultry in light of his 7 incher. I seem to remember being bigger down here, but it’s hard to recall exactly.
“Cute nub. But let’s see what you’re packing back there Jakie boy.” Toni spins his hand in the air, indicating that he wants me to turn around.
I slowly face away from him, finding myself looking back into the mirror. My body is a girls dream, completely smooth with a tiny waist and wide hips. Where are my muscles? I look like a, like a…mhmm I get the sudden urge to feel my backside, and I reach my hands behind me. Ugh, my buttocks are ginormous, it’s like a half of my mass has moved back there. And I seem to be leaking, a moist viscous substance dripping from between my two basketball sized cheeks.
“Self lubricanting too, nice. You’re a keeper babe.” His remark felt more deriding than complimentary.
I pull my hand away, now sticky with the fluid from my ass. I give my fingers a whiff. Ah. Peaches. Sweet, PINK peaches. I’m lost in a daze. Toni’s hands begin to fondle my sensitive butt, every touch makes my nub ache. Satisfied, he pushes hard on my back. I bend forward, leaning against the counter in front of me - my legs move apart to balance my new rear heavy body.
“Mhmmm.”
He slaps his member against my back and grinds it down between my cheeks. I feel the tip of his cock push against my virgin hole. It dawns on me - it’s too late to back out now. In one swift motion Toni thrusts all the way into me.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Toni grunts over me.
“T…tight” I echo back. I see myself panting heavily in the reflection. I spit out the PINK lolly, a strand of drool falls from my mouth.
‘Not gay, not gay’ I repeatedly tell myself. My body rocking back and forth as Toni begins taking me in earnest. I just have to make sure I don’t cum, no matter what.
“I told you this would happen, you’re a natural born slut, mhm. You can’t deny what your body wants fuckmuffin.”
“Wha…” I’m so confused.
My insides are pulled along the length of his shaft and then back again. Then again, and again. I felt like a fleshlight. Before long I sense myself pushing back against him, so that his cock can reach deeper into my hole, stretching me out fully. I never imagined dick could feel so good. My face in the mirror is one of complete lust, the sight sends a sudden jolt of fear to my head. If this keeps up I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold back.
“Hmf…You’re gonna make an adorable PINK boi mmf… a coworker with benefits.”
What is he talking about, coworkers? I just came for a haircut, didn’t I? I’m not planning to work here. Besides, I don’t know the first thing about cutting people’s hair. Those benefits do sound pretty temping though. My butt is just begging to be pounded on the daily, as long as I don’t cum, it’s fine.
“Jakie, you’ll look so cute in a lil’ PINK thong and crop top.”
Yas, I would be cute. Being a PINK boi does actually sound adorbs. We’d like, have matching outfits! Hehe. Maybe I could even get a heart tattoo on my lower back.
“That’d be like, sooo fun bestie!” The sound of my own voice makes me cringe.
I’m talking like a stereotypical gay twink and I’m definitely not, I have some dignity. I need to pull myself together and act like a man. That’d probably be much easier without a cock lodged up my ass. I feel Toni speed up, maybe just to spite me. His hefty ballsack slaping against me in quick succession. My rock hard nub bounces under the counter, my tight balls churn. Frick, I don’t think I can take much more.
“Ah…It’s about time you let get go of that pathetic masculinity. What are you, hon?
“I…I…” Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
“I’m thuch a f@g!” I enthusiastically admit.
My little nub spurts a wad of cum across the wall, and with it go my inhibitions, my shame and my modesty. A little voice in my head yells out about something boring before quickly being drowned out by the image of my big booty stuffed into a pair of PINK shorts. Heehee. I’ve been utterly emasculated and I love it. In the mirror I have a huge dopey grin. Toni was like, such a good top. Gawd.
“Fuck, that’s hot babe! You’re almost perfect for the job.” Toni starts to slow down.
His 7 inch cock leaves my boi pussy and an emptiness sets in. It doesn’t last long as he spins me around and pushes me down to the floor. His dick slaps across my face. It’s dripping heavily with my own juices and his cum. The smell alone has me salivating. I can’t wait anymore and attempt to lunge at it but he pulls away.
“You gonna swallow every drop?” Toni raises his eyebrow and looks down at me. Did he get taller?
“Yes sir.” I whine.
In a smooth motion his cock passes through my pouty lips and pushes all the way to the back of my throat. I momentarily chock on its girth, but after a few thrusts I start working it like a pro.
‘How’s your own pussy taste?”
It was incredible! Like peaches and cream, an elixir of his cum mixed with my wet hole. Yum. I couldn’t get enough. I try and answer him but the words are muffled by my face full of cock.
“Yeah, let’s get you nice and dumb.” He grips my hair tightly and shoves my head into his smooth crotch.
“Ot…umb.” I try and tell him.
“No? Oh sweetie, once you swallow my cum, you won’t just be dumb, you’ll be basic. Not just gay, but capital G ‘Gay’. Happily submitting to anyone with a real dick. And our customers will be happy to oblige, before they too join you in blissful ignorance.”
Huh! No. Being gay was great, but I still wanted to have my wits. Not be some empty-headed slut, shaking my butt at complete strangers.
“Just imagine. You’ve finished on a clients hair, the colour now identical to yours. Well, they need to tip you somehow?” He puts on an exaggerated voice, as if talking to a child.
“Mfhmm.”
“Exactly! So you giggle, drop you shorts and push your bubble butt into their face. Don’t forget your pretty PINK thong, framing your rear like a thick cake. Then what do you say?”
“Hnnff!” I want to stop but the taste in my mouth is nothing short of addicting. If he could at least cease his talking…
“Close! You’d say, in that cute lisp: ‘Daddy, please eat my ass’.”
I try and desperately think of a way to end this. But each time his tip reaches the back of my throat it pushes away all my thoughts, like his cock is taking up all the space inside my skull. I go crosseyed as he rams my mouth like a bull. He was literally fucking my brain to mush.
“And you’ll be eaten out again and again, each time they’ll deposit their creamy load into your waiting mouth. So…you finally ready airhead?”
Please…
Toni humps three more times in quick succession before a geyser of his cum erupts in my mouth. On autopilot I swallow great gulps as the thick, full flavoured liquid flows down my throat. I drink every drop as he continues to unload his heavy balls. My tummy begins to bloat from the sheer volume of his strawberry milkshake.
With the release from his cock, I feel a release of my own, except mine seemed to be coming from up top. An abnormal amount of drool was leaking from my mouth, coinciding with my intellect draining from my brain. I attempt to stop the thick drool from gathering, to no avail, as my smarts literally drip from my mouth and soak into the pink carpet on the floor. After a few seconds I’m sat there with a completely empty look.
“Ahh.” I moan.
Uh, Wasn’t something bad supposed to happen? I didn’t feel very different. Like sure, my head was totes empty. And? It felt like, soooo gud. I really wanted to tug at my nub.
“Mmm.”
Can you say ignoramus, honey?‘ Toni pulls his cock free from my face.
“Um Ig…iglo…iglo-mo-must?” I try and sound out the word. It hurts my head. Whatever.
“Good toy. You’re hired.” His cock bobs up and down in front of me.
That’s nice. But I’m more interested in something else as I stick my tongue out and lick his pole clean. I can’t let any of it go to waste. Working under Toni sounds like a lot of fun, and I won’t have to worry about thinking too much; It’s basically perfect for me. And all the PINK!
“Mm, you’re good at that Jakie. But let’s get you dressed into something more your style. And then you can report to the receptionist for your training. You’ll be ready to serve by tomorrow.” Toni ruffles my hair and pulls me to my feet.
“Serve…” I bite my lip.
I make sure to get a good look at myself in the mirror. Like OMG, I’m stunning. Looking like a posable Ken doll. My tiny nub is the cutest thing, I can’t wait to see it be barely noticeable in a tight PINK thong. Wearing a cage at this point would be purely decorative. My eyes maybe seem a little dull now, revealing how little is going on behind them, but guys love that! They want a brainless boy toy, and that’s exactly what I give them.
It’s like I’ve been molded into the ideal twink: vapid, vain and without an original thought in my hollow little head. Before, I had a personality, ambitions and ideals. Now, I was totally basic, unremarkable and indistinguishable from a thousand other empty slutty bottoms. My whole identity replaced with sex, just another hole waiting to be filled.
Being unique is like, hard work - having to worry about what to say, how to dress and where to fit in; why bother when I can be ‘gay’ and let that label completely define me. Being cute and wearing PINK to match my bubble gum brain while others tell me what to do. Some may take being called dumb as an insult, but I take great pride in it! Smart people spend their whole life working to get ahead, all I need to do is drop my pants and bend over. Heeheehee.
“Jakie! Stop spacing out like a Himbo and bring that butt over here! Take these.”
I walk up to him and he hands me a pile of dull looking clothes; a pair of black jeans and a plain top. Bleh, how ugly. I bundle them up and toss them in a bin in the corner. Toni is now holding up my new uniform. I take the thong and pull it up between my legs, the thin piece of fabric rides up between my cheeks and presses against my sensitive hole. A little indentation is visible where my tiny cock pokes out in front.
I ‘cover’ myself up with a pair of tight booty shorts, they don’t leave much to the imagination; the fabric bunches up behind me. Finally I put on the florescent PINK crop top, it hangs off my tiny frame leaving my belly button exposed. On the front it says ‘PINK BOI’, and on the back is an arrow pointing down and the words ‘Open For Business’.
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You find yourself somewhere you never expected to be - a wall to wall pink room. It was definitely challenging your sense of masculinity. But hey, you got one of these ‘free haircut’ vouchers and if the only cost is being subjected to a gay as fuck waiting room, it’s worth it. Although the receptionist had certainly put a dampener on the whole deal. You hear her shout across the room.
“You’re in number one, they will see you now!” Her voice several decibels louder than necessary, considering the relative distance.
You stand up and walk towards the door. Quickly you move to the side as the previous customer brushes past you. A glazed look is plastered across their face and they almost walk straight into you.
Your hand wraps around the door knob and you look back and give them a sideways glare. You shove the door open and are greeted by the widest of smiles.
“Oh hai, I’m Jakie!” I greet you, shooting you a seductive wink.
