INITIATION: THE RUBBER AWAKENING
Part IV – The Shave
The dreams were no longer just at night.
Mario now lived in a state of constant, simmering arousal — not chaotic, not wild, but deep. Low. Controlled. His body moved differently. His mind moved differently. The voice inside him no longer felt like an invader; it had become a rhythm. A guide. A pulse that never left.
He wore rubber gloves at all times now. Shorts soon followed. Then the sleeveless top. At first, he told himself it was just to humor his father — to keep peace. But deep down, he already knew: he didn’t want to wear anything else anymore.
It was two days before the Summer Comp when Viktor entered Mario’s room. No words — just a nod, the kind fathers give when the last step has been earned.
The bathroom tiles were cold. He sat between his father’s legs, rubber against rubber, silent. The air was thick with lather and heat, like memory. And then — clippers.
The low buzz hummed near his ear.
“You ready?” Viktor asked softly.
Mario didn’t answer. He simply closed his eyes.
His father’s gloved hands steadied his head. One passed gently across his scalp, fingers firm. The other began to move, slowly removing what little was left. Every pass of the blade was like a final lock clicking into place. With every fall of hair to the floor, something inside Mario loosened — and something else, deeper, tightened.
The mirror showed two figures now. Identical in sheen. Connected by lineage, reshaped by truth. Viktor didn’t speak, only worked with calm precision, the blade smoothing Mario’s crown until every trace of the boy he once was disappeared.
Rubberized. Equalized. Initiated.
When it was done, Viktor leaned forward, his lips brushing Mario’s ear as he whispered, “You’re ready now.”
And for the first time, he didn’t flinch at what stared back at him.
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