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The boys didn't know that the frat wanted men...real men. The testosterone increased with every puff of their cigars. Their follicles weakened as they became more virile. The testosterone surged and their hair receded more and more until they had the same hairlines as their fathers. Now they looked like real men. It was all thanks to the special blend of cigars sold to the frat by their supplier, Mr. Cachimbo. They loved their new look. It felt sexy to be going bald at the age of 18. They would never be carded again. They would have no end of sex now that they had no desire for women. The frat became a place of perpetual sexual release, cigar induced orgasms and physical affection between all four men. They had never experienced so much sex. The frat offered constant sexual satisfaction and the glow on their faces whenever they looked at their new balding faces, reminders they were boys no longer.
I feel a rush as my heart races, feeling his grip tighten around my arm and leading it behind my back. His breath is warm as he breathes on the back of my neck while pulling the rope around my wrists. A quick jerk of the rope pulls at the skin as he tightens to knot to remove the excess slack.
A loud exchange rushes from my nose as I attempt to muffle a moan of excitement. My begins to tingle as he steps out in front of me. His facial expression is a bit cold as he looks down at me in the chair. He reaches over to the cordless clippers. He pauses and looks back at me just before grabbing them.
“Want to make this a bit more interesting?” He looks at me with one eyebrow raised. I quickly nod, as my heart starts pounding louder than I can think. “Good boy. Knew you'd say yes. I can see how excited you are.” He points down to my throbbing hard-on. He walks away for a few minutes as I shift in the chair a bit. My ankles are tied to the feet, but I notice my hands are also tied to the back legs as well.
As he comes back into view, with his long soft cock swinging between his legs, I notice a ball gag in his right hand. “How are you gonna buzz it all with the straps in the way?” My brows furrow as I ponder the idea.
“Oh, don't worry about that. I can move it out of the way as I go.” Before he can finish his sentence, the gag is placed against my lips. I spread my mouth as I make room for the red ball. It gives a little as I bite, but just enough. I try to speak, but notice my tongue can't quite make out any words, so a muffled sound vibrates my nose. As I shift my hands against the rope, he goes back to pick up the clippers.
His fingers wrap around the black plastic as he holds them up. The guard is a short 2 guard, which was what had been agreed to earlier in the texts. He clicks the on switch and places it against my forehead. I feel it rattle my forehead, before he plunges it into my hairline. My hair isn't much longer than the guard, only an inch in length. The short cut hairs fall down as he works his way back, stopping just past the crown of my head. Then he puts the clippers at each temple, and works his way back to the same spot. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of the guard pressed firmly against the scalp, imagining the feeling of the short prickly hair once I get the chance to run my hands across it.
I hear the click of the clippers as he cuts it off. My tongue brushes the ball gag as I prepare for the strap to loosen. He puts his hand over my eyes and places his face next to my ear and kisses my neck. Then his breath hits my ear as he whispers, “I know what you've been liking online lately. All those recent posts.” He removes his hand from over my eyes as he steps out in front of me. I see his hard on throbbing as he holds up a white device. I look at it as I try to make out what it is. It looked like the clippers, but white and with a rotating head instead of the metal teeth.
My eyes widen as I realize. I shake my head a bit as I try to speak. He grins as he sees the panic set in. He steps up close to me, brushing the head of his hard on against my upper chest. He puts my head into his stomach as he pets the back of my head. “You replied on one of the posts that the hottest part of seeing a guy balding, is knowing the choice isn't there own. And that's why balding is so exciting. How you wished the choice was made for you.” He grabbed my chin as he lifted my eyes to his. “I can hear your heart racing from here. I know you want this.” He holds the epilator up as he switches it on. I squirm as I try to loosen the restraints, but they were so tight. Resisting them would only bruise the skin underneath.
He chuckled a bit as he stepped behind me. “I'll work in sections and give it a breather between each one so it's not too unbearable for you.” I look up at him behind me and shake my head before he pushes my head forward. “You say no, but your dick is saying otherwise.”
I look down and see my cock bulging with precum leaking down the side. Fuck! I think as loud as possible. The idea of it was so alluring, but following through with it was another thing. His hand pressed against my forehead as he positioned himself behind me. The epilator clicked back on as he moved it closer to my temples. Then I felt it. The tiny yanking of every little hair. It was fast, gliding over several inches before lifting off the scalp. I saw the hair, flinging outward in front of me. My body was rigid, as the sharp pains enveloped my scalp. I sat silently while he worked. I sat thinking about the damage he was doing to my hair. I sat throbbing as the image of my receding hairline took place. He paused and cut off the epilator and rubbed the patch on the right temple. I could feel it. It was wide and deep. By sections he meant only four. I quickly realized this was going to be a long session. He looked down at me as he rubbed the bald spot. I looked up at him, my legs rubbing together as my cock throbbed, twitching as more precum slowly leaked from the tip.
He ran his hand to the back of my head and released the gag. As he pulled it from my mouth, my teeth chattered uncontrollably. “Put it back in, I need it to bite down on while you nuke my hairline sir” my voice comes out in a deep moan. He grins as he leans down and shoves his tongue deep in my mouth before placing the gag back in.
He places my head back against his abdomen as I moan behind the gag. Then the epilator switches back on. His hand presses against my forehead keeping my head still. His hard cock pressed firmly against my shoulder blade. The pain begins, each hair quickly ripping from it's home in my scalp. My breathing hard and fast as the pain wafts over my scalp. I relinquish to it, letting it consume my thoughts. Thinking of how each hair looked before it is tossed aside, useless without its blood supply. Then the rubbing starts. He removes the gag, and this time, inserting his cock instead. Rubbing the bald spot as he thrusts. He repeats the process, this time the pain is much stronger as he reaches his way back to the crown. I reach out and grasp his leg in between my hands as a grasp with the pain. Breathing between each lift of the epilator. This time he doesn't stop. He keeps going. My dick throbs relentlessly. He keeps pushing, pulling, ripping each root.
Then I feel it, the sharpest pains. The back of the crown. It's deep. The shape rounding out low on the back of my head. I know the look. Purely fucked hairline. My head is held downward. I see the precum almost shooting out of me with each throb of pain. Then he lifts the epilator and switches it off. He runs his hair up the back of my head where the hair is still longer, till it hits my bare scalp. I shift my shoulders as I pull at the straps.
He comes out in front of me and pulls the gag out, immediately forcing his cock into my mouth. He works my throat as his hands stroke my burning scalp. His voice comes out low and rough, “Now you're a baldy just like me. Your pale bald dome is all anyone's gonna talk about. And that makes you so horny. And none of it was your choice. It was mine. Your hair belongs to my floor now. It's no longer yours. You're just another embarrassingly bald head.” His cock jerks against the roof of my mouth as a warm salty sour taste hits the back of my throat. I swallow as he pulls out. Then he leads down and kisses me long and hard. My heart beats as I take in the realization that my hair is fully gone, and rush through the excuses I'll have to make tomorrow at work.
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Lasered male pattern bald by choice.
Hard working baldy!
iconic male pattern baldness by choice! 🔥🔥🔥
Choosing Your Baldness. Choosing Yourself.
This is not grooming.
This is masculine self-possession
You are not here to fix a “flaw,” but to claim your image. Male pattern baldness, when chosen, stops being an absence and becomes presence. This tutorial is not about speed or efficiency—it is about awareness, control, and desire
What You Will Need (Ritual Preparation)
Before you begin, gather everything. Having it all in front of you reinforces a sense of command.
🪞 A large mirror with clear, frontal lighting
✂️ Precision tweezers(metal, firm)
🔥 Depilatory wax and applicator
🧴 Soothing oil or gel for aftercare
✍️ A cosmetic or washable marker
📊 Norwood scale reference (printed or clearly in mind)
🧼 A clean towel and uninterrupted time
Once everything is arranged, pause.
Look at it. Breathe.
This order is already part of the pleasure.
Step 1: Understanding Your Pattern
Norwood as a Map, Not a Sentence
The Norwood scale is not a diagnosis—it is a language. It gives shape to what is already there.
* Norwood I–II: subtle lines, controlled
* Norwood III–IV: defined temples, crown beginning to speak
* Norwood V–VII: full openness, exposed power
Wherever you are, it does not define you.
What matters is that you choose how it looks.
Observe your head from multiple angles. Not with anxiety, but with masculine curiosity—like studying territory you are about to claim.
Step 2: Marking Is Deciding
Take the marker
This is a key moment, deeply erotic in its own way: you are drawing boundaries on your own body. Mark the temples. Define the frontal line. Outline the crown according to the pattern you want to emphasize.
Do not chase perfect symmetry.
Seek masculine coherence
Every line you draw is a silent statement:
this is not happening to me—I am doing this.
Step 3: Tweezers — The Intimate Beginning
Hold the tweezers firmly. Move close to the mirror. Start at the edges you marked.
Remove one hair.
Pause.
Notice the brief sting, the immediate warmth, the scalp’s response. This is not pain—it is presence. You are training your mind to stay with sensation, not escape it.
Continue slowly. Methodically. Each hair removed sharpens the form, reinforces the pattern. The mirror begins to reflect something clearer, more grounded.
Your breathing deepens.
Your posture shifts without effort.
Step 4: Wax — Intensity with Control
Apply the wax at the appropriate temperature —warm enough to adhere, never hot enough to burn. It should feel secure and enveloping, not aggressive. That balance matters: this is control, not punishment.
Spread it with confidence. The sensation expands across the scalp and demands full attention. Do not look away. Hold your own gaze in the mirror.
When you remove the wax, do it without hesitation
The motion is firm. Clean. Decisive.
Then comes that moment of complete stillness.
This is where something settles. The body understands the decision has already been made. Fear dissolves. What remains is calm. Presence. Authority. The skin is smooth, sensitive, fully exposed—and that chosen exposure is part of the power.
Step 5: Touch to Recognize
Run your hand slowly over your newly defined scalp. Not to inspect, but to acknowledge. The skin is alive, responsive, unmistakably yours. The male pattern baldness is now visible as what it truly is: deliberate, structured, owned.
Straighten in front of the mirror.
Shoulders open.
Jaw relaxed.
Eyes steady.
This is masculinity embodied: not hiding, not negotiating— inhabiting
Step 6: Closing — Carrying It Into the World
This ritual does not end here.
Every time someone sees your head, they see a man who made a conscious choice. A man who does not cling, does not apologize, does not seek permission.
Baldness, when chosen, communicates something unmistakable:
security, maturity, desire, and freedom.
You didn’t remove your hair.
You removed doubt.
And that—this quiet certainty—is deeply erotic.
Bowing for inspection
After a fresh epilation session
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What’s more bonding..
..than a man making another man #mpbbc (especially with the same epilator)
mesmerised by this! So incredible seeing a shared love for mpb like this! Wow
When fantasy becomes reality..
woof
Cheers to the folks who don’t care about conventional appearances, including those who would wax off their eyebrows and/or wax a male pattern baldness look for the Hell of it!
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stunning! Love seeing this side by side! So so impressive
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I used to have hair, now I have purpose. Male Pattern Bald By Choice
an example for us all! Bravo
when fetishes collide … 🥵🥵🥵🍆🔥
"Dude, you are talking about it for months now. Just do it!"
"Yeah, I mean, I like MPB men, but ..."
"Oh, come on, there is no 'but', just do it!"
"We will see ..."
Damn, all those mpb men are so sexy ... maybe he is right, I should just go for it - maybe ... So, universe, send me a sign if I have to go MPBBC or not!
Wow, look at this guy. So young and full blown NW 7 ... maybe this IS a sign?
Okay, Universe, got the message ...
Here I am. Do I really wanna do it? I mean, it is kind of permanent ...
AHHH, it is happening!! OUCH!
Look at all that hair ... and look at my head ... but I cannot do that alone!
"I knew you would go for it, bro! Looks great! Now, shave that stubbly chin!"
"Yeah ... I guess, I will ..."
What a feeling! Man, why did I wait so long?