John was a regular at my shop. He and his sons come in on a regular basis. As the boys grew up, I saw less and less of them, but John remained a regular.
One day this past June John came in and said that he and his sons were planning a vacation to their Summer place up north. Over the years I had heard several references to the place up north and all the fun they had had there. The three boys, Jim, Joe, and Jerry had all come in bragging about the fish they had caught, and the swimming and fun they had up there, they all spoke of the freedom they had up there.
Jim, the oldest son was home taking an extra few days while on a business trip in our area, spending time with his dad. Jim and John came in for haircuts that day in June. Jim reveled in the memories of how their Summer's had been as a boy, and the freedom they enjoyed, and how the time up there in August wouldn't be the same. Jim said he missed the freedoms they used to have, and while he looked forward to getting away with his dad and his brothers, it just wouldn't be the same as it was when he and his brothers were young.
I was really just trying to keep a hand in the conversation when I inquired of how it was different now that the three boys were grown. I hadn't expected this answer from Jim. Jim said, "It's different now cause we can't be naked all the time. Now that we are grown, we have to wear swimming suits to swim in, and we just used to get up there and never put on a stitch of clothing until we left to go to town or to come home. It used to be that up there we were free."
Just then, John spoke up and said, " I told you boys, part of being men is putting away the joys of being kids. You just can't have it both ways, Jim. You don't get to keep the things of childhood, while having the things of adulthood too."
It was now Jim's turn in the chair. Jim told me he wanted just a trim. "I know dad," said Jim, "but it wasn't fair, I was the oldest, and I lost my freedom first. As soon as I sprouted a pubic bush, that was the end for me. I wasn't allowed to go nude from then on. I'll bet you didn't know that Jerry shaved his pubic hair off for two years just to keep enjoying the freedom of no clothes up north."
"Yes, that might be true, but do you remember that he also continued to get bare bottom spankings longer thatn you or Joe, and that he didn't get to get his hair cut in a more adult fashion until he let his pubic hair grow. He wasn't very happy those two extra years with a butch haircut."
By this time, the talk of pubic shaving and sutff was getting to my _d_i_c_k_. I was getting turned on for sure.
I had almost finished with Jim's haircut, when he surprised both his dad and me by asking for a butch haircut. "Just like I was 9 years old again please, a nice butch haircut please." I asked if he was certain, he said he was. I put on the attachment and started to produce or should I say reduce to a butch.
John got up and stood before his son. "If you want to be naked at the cottage this August, you can. But you will need to resemble that nine year old all over, and when you get out of line, you will submit to your daddy and take your spankings."
Jim hung his head. "Dad, you know I can't shave down there. I go to the gym every week, what would the guys say."
John shot back, "I'm not just talking down there, son, I'm talking everywhere that you didn't have hair when you were nine. Which in case you don't remember, was everywhere except your little butched head."
Jim sat silent and thought about what his dad had said. Soon the haircut was over. I turned Jim to look in the mirror. When he looked at himself in the mirror with the same cut as he wore as a youth, he declared that he would experience the freedom again.
John sat in the chair, and asked if I had time coming in August, could I come and join he and his son's for vacation. John said it wouldn't cost me anything, but I would need to bring my supplies as a barber, cause Jim here was going to require daily shavings, to keep his privileges.
By this time the wet spot on the front of my trousers was thankfully hidden by my smock, but was just the same telling me that I wanted to go up north with these men.
John stopped by on a Monday morning in August and picked me up. He and Jim had their supplies loaded in the Blazer. Jim sat in the back seat. I offered to sit back there, but John spoke up and said, "No, the front seat is for adults, Jim here is a boy and doesn't mind sitting in the back."
Jim smiled at me, as if to say, it was all going to be worth it. Joh made the comment that he hoped I had all my equipment, as Jim was in desparate need of a haircut. The butch I had given him back in June was getting pretty long now.
When we got to the place, we unloaded and had lunch. I was given a room that looked over the lake. It was wonderful to be up north and away from the hassles of town.
After I had settled in to my room, Jim and John asked my input about Joe and Jerry. They hadn't told the other boys about the plan to let Jim be free for the vacation, and wondered about a best way to tell them. They wondered if Jim should be shaved before they got there, or after. I suggested the shave happen now, and that they could make up their minds about what they wanted to do when they saw their older brother enjoying his freedom.
Jim stripped right there in the kitchen. "I took the liberty of scissoring my bush down last night." He said. "I thought it would make things easier." Jim looked strange with short pubes and a normal hair growth over the rest of his body. I began with his feet, taking the clippers all the way up his legs up until they vibrated against his balls. John stood there and supervised the whole thing, making sure I removed every last hair. When it came time for Jim's repeat butch haircut so far for the Summer, his dad shocked him by announcing that it must be done Summer style. I quickly remembered that Summer style meant that I was to use no attachment.
Jim began to protest. He said he had taken quite a ribbing at work when he returned with the butch last time. The Summer cut surely wouldn't be grown out by the end of the vacation. John insisted, and Jim gave in.
As soon as the haircut was done, Jim wanted to go to the lake. John informed him that he would need someone to supervise, as little boys don't swim unspervised, and that since he had put up a fuss about the length of the haircut, he would be spanked ove his dad's knee. Jim started to protest, but John cut him off and said any more complaining would change this from a hand spanking to a belt spanking. Jim submitted and laid across his dad's lap and got his freshly shaved but warmed, and how! Jim was crying and promising never to be disrespectful, and always to follow directions, but it wasn't until he promised to be a good boy that his dad stopped the bareass barrage.
John told Jim to sweep up the hair, and then he would watch his son in the lake.
Joe and Jerry arrived about dinner time. Jim came down from taking a nap just minutes after his two younger brothers arrived. Jim ran towards his brothers and hugged them both. He was as a child in his excitement of being at the lake, and of how he had his freedom back, and how they could have it back too. Both borhters were shocked when Jim stepped away and they now noticed how bare he was.
Jim began to explain to his brothers how this had all come to be, and that the same freedom awaited both of them if they would submit to the conditions too. The boys father stood and ordered Jim to turn around so that they could see their brother's well reddened bottom. "This is part of the package too," he said. "If you want to frolick as your brother does, like a nine year old, you will be subject to all the rules of a nine year old."
Jerry was first to respond. He said that he liked the idea, and confessed to shaving his pubes to his dad so that he could stay naked longer as a youth. But Jerry was hesitant about the butch haircut. John however, was unyielding. The freedom comes just the way it was described. Joe said he didn't think he was interested. He was just glad to get up to the cottage, and he really didn't mind having to wear a suit swimming. Jerry though, said he wasnted to think about it, and would give his decision in the morning.
The next morning as Jerry woke up with his usual hard on, he saw he brother Jim sporting a bone too. The difference was that Jim didn't have to cover his _d_i_c_k_. Jim could go down to the breakfast table with his hard on, proud about it, and no one would care. Jerry would have to get dressed for breakfast and shove his hard _c_o_c_k_ into jeans, and sit at the table uncomfortable, while Jim could be free and not be bothered by his _d_i_c_k_ as it waved in the wind.
Jerry had decided. He wanted to be free. At breakfast he shared the news and asked that he please be able to keep his hair a little longer thatn the Summer butch Jim had. His dad once again told him that it had to be the Summer cut, and no other. Jerry whined about it all through breakfast.
After breakfast Jerry shed all his clothing and stood proud with his hard _c_o_c_k_ jutting out in the kitchen awaiting his shearing. Again John stood close to supervise the denuding of one his sons. Jerry was pretty identical to Jim, except he had a very full pubic bush. Jim sat and watched, and when I got to Jerry's pubes, he informed me that his had been just that way. I expressed my appreciation then for his scissor job in advance. Teh clippers about stalled three times cutting Jerry's pubes.
Jerry was no more than done with the body shave, and had his Summer butch haircut, when his dad ordered him across his lap for being so contrary about the length of his Summer butch. Jerry ws educed to tears and was pleading much like Jim had done the day before. It wasn't until Jerry had promised to be a good boy that John stopped beating his youngest son's bottom. Jerry quickly went upstairs to finish crying, and have a look at himself as a free boy.
John offered Joe another opportunity to have his freedom too, to be naked like his brothers for the vacation, but Joe was not ready. John informed Joe that he would have to help supervise his brothers as they wouldn't be allowed to do everything unattended as little boys. John seemed annoyed, but agreed.
The next afternoon as Jerry and Jim were out playing in the sand on the beach, John and Joe and I started talking. Joe shared about how much fun his brothers seemed to be having. He reminisced about the years of growing up and how free it really was to be nude all the time. Just then, I started to get hard and wet, and I had no smock to hide the pre cum stain on my shorts. John and Joe noticed. John suggested that perhaps I would like to have the same freedom as his sons were enjoying. Tehre was no use denying it. I had jacked off four times in two days just thinking about it. "Shave me please!" I pleaded.
Joe and John both got in on the act, and I was completely shorn of body hair in about an hour. My pubic bush was nowhere near as full as Jerry's and Joe made cracks about how whimpy my manfur was. I didn't dwell on the harrassment, I was soon to be free. John said Joe would give me my Summer butch, I didn't argue. John brushed me off and asked if I wouldn't like to go out to play. Out I went, hard _d_i_c_k_ and all, out to enjoy my new freedom.
I didn't pay much attention when I heard the clippers come back to life inside the cottage. Joe and John were having a discussion, but I was too involved in my new freedom and in making sand castles with Jerry and Jim.
What I had missed though was a discussion aobut how there could really only be one adult in charge in the cottage, and that one of the two inside was going to have to get the Summer butch, and get their body shaved. Joe just didn't want to, and John thought that he should remain in charge. John started to think of a way to solve the issue. He remembered how Joe had harrassed me about my sparse pubes compared with his brother's and how it made me less of a man. John challenged his son to a pube off. The one with the fullest, thickest, longest bush would keep his pubes and the other would be free.
Much to John's surprise, his son had an even more luxuriant growth than Jerry did. John stripped and was summarily turned into a nine year old.
Jim and Jerry and I just laughed as John bounded out of the cottage resembling all of us. We all took a turn at shaggin our hands across his Summer butch. But we all really were surprised when he truned around and showed us his beet red butt. Joe had spanked him for trying to prove he was more of a man when he was really just a boy.
Joe spanked us all throughout the rest of the vacation. He took it upon himself to do the daily body shaves, and enlited me to give the others one more Summer butch before we left the cottage.
The freedom was definetly worth it. And we really couldn't have enjoyed our time if we had the markings of men. John, Jim, Joe, and Jerry have all been in to my shop since August, and we have decided to go back next year. For next year we are going to draw straws to see who will remain the man. Joe has already said he isn't in the drawing, as it is definetly his turn to be free.
Joe came in for a haircut. He went into the bathroom and saw the pictures of guys with shaved bodies and flat top haircuts. Joe insists on this being his look up until vacation next summer. I told Joe I though it would look good on him, but that he probably would need his ass warmed good to experience the full effect. He simply dropped trou, and handed me his belt.