3 D.A.D.s / 3 BOYS - Part 6
Author: Writer8322@aol.com
Chapter 6: Peter is Balded
Peter sat on a kitchen stool with a sheet wrapped around his neck
and cried. Tears ran down his cheeks and made the falling
hair stick to his face. Every so often he would give
a little wail and plead with his Dad.
"Daddy, please, don't cut it so short I don't like
it."
James stopped brushing back his son's thick brown hair and
suddenly thrust the hairbrush in front of Peter's face.
"If you don't stop that bawling, I'm gonna use the back of
this brush to give you something to cry about," James said
angrily. "It's summertime, and where I grew up
down south, that meant it was time for a boy to get a baldy, and
that's what your daddy is gonna give you."
Peter opened his mouth and howled and more tears ran down his
face.
"That's it!" James said. He grabbed Peter's upper
arm and hauled him, sheet and all off the stool. James sat
on the stool himself, picked Peter up under the arms, and put him
across his knees.
"No, Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll stop!" Peter
wailed.
"Too late, son," James said between gritted teeth, he
chewed his cigar to a comfortable corner of his mouth, "it's
time for a good spanky!"
James had undressed the boy before tieing the long bedsheet
around his neck he had decided that it was stupid to get a
clean pair of clothes all full of hair. So now, all
he had to do to was turn up the long bedsheet to bare Peter from
waist to toes.
Peter tried to turn his head to offer a last plea to his father,
but James took hold of Peter's head, turned it around and pushed
it down so all Peter could look at was the floor.
"You don't have any business back here," James said,
getting a good, solid grip on the hairbrush. "Your
business is to look at the floor and cry, my business is to spank
the living daylights out of your little fantan!"
James lost no time. He had a job to do and he did it
in a businesslike manner. The hairbrush was employed with
manly efficiency and Peter soon had a very red, very hot
backside. Peter, for his part, did his 'assigned business',
he looked at the floor and cried...very, very loudly and wetly.
When James decided that his son had gotten the message, and that
his bawling indicated that he was ready to be fully
compliant. He let the boy off his lap and they
exchanged places on the stool once again.
While Peter continued to cry (Once James told him that if he
didn't cry more quietly, he would bare his butt and "purple
it!" Peter gulped and wept more quietly) James cut as
much of his hair as the scissors could handle and then took up a
pair of clippers.
Since James had often cut his brothers hair, when they were
growing up, he knew this job well and in short order Peter Heller
had only a mist of dark stubble on an otherwise bare head.
Without his hair, Peter was all eyes and glasses and James
thought he looked great. Peter wailed when he was
shown the results in a mirror.
"Quiet, son!" James said, and from somewhere he
produced a lollipop and poked it in the eighteen year old's
mouth. "Here, you weren't a very good boy, but
daddy's giving you a lolly anyway." ("Maybe it'll
shut ya up!" James thought to himself).
Oddly enough, the sugar was soothing and Peter, who hadn't had a
lollipop in about five years, was soon working it around in his
mouth in much the same way that his dad sucked on his stogie.
"Now we're going to bike to that peach orchard I told you
about," James said, shaking out the sheet and leaving his
son jaybird naked, "so get your tail into those clothes I
put out for you this morning."
Peter hurried back into his bedroom and looked at the clothes on
his bed. There was a plain white t-shirt, white socks and
small leather boots which would just come to above Peter's
ankles. The oddest piece of clothing lay next to the
t-shirt on the bed. Peter picked it up and looked at
it. It was short pants made of leather. He could
tell, at a glance, that the shorts were very short and looked
like they would be pretty tight too. However, that
wasn't the most unique thing about them. What was most
unique were the two parts of the pants that were zippered
on the seat of the pants and the crotch in the front.
If either of these parts were unzippered, the wearer would have
either a completely bare backside, a completely exposed dick and
ball....or both!
James stood in the doorway. "Don't study 'em, boy, get
into 'em. They're proper duds for a biker daddy's
boy."
"What about underpants?" Peter asked hopefully.
"You don't need any with those," James said. He
administered a brisk spank to Peter's still smarting rear cheeks
and said, "Come on, boy, climb into 'em."
The t-shirt was form-fitting and a little short, leaving a thin
stip of stomach revealed. The leather short pants
were extremely short and very tight. However, they
were actually comfortable and Peter tried to stop feeling
embarrassed about wearing them.
James laughed at the boy's red faced discomfiture. He
reached out and wrapped Peter in his arms and hugged him roughly,
but lovingly, against his chest. Peter's face rubbed
against his dad's chest hair, but he found himself hugging James
back. It was hard to not respond to James' immediacy.
James held Peter at arm's length and rubbed the top of his almost
smooth head. "You look hot, son," James
said. "Now let's pick peaches."
(to be continued)