#baldingbarber

From absolutely full and thick hair with no sign of any hair loss, to a full bald top in just a few weeks. This young customer couldnt wait any longer to get his dream of an absolutely bald top, fulfilled. Going from a full head of hair to a NW6 is quite the transformation and requires a lot of confidence. The act of sealing it with a kiss adds a playful and personal touch to our service, highlighting the bond and trust that can form between a barber and their client. 💋

Before - During - After

"Just a little off the top, please!" And now there`s nothing left to take off the top.

"Just a little off the top , please!"

I stepped into the dimly lit bathhouse, the warmth enveloping me like a comforting embrace. The air was thick with the scent of pine-infused soap and the muffled sounds of male laughter and camaraderie. The tiles underfoot were slick with condensed vapor, reflecting the flickering candlelight that danced along the walls. The grand archways and intricate mosaics whispered ancient secrets of cleansing rituals and male bonding that had taken place within these sacred walls for centuries. The men inside, a mix of locals and travelers alike, moved with an ease and openness that seemed to strip away the layers of the outside world, leaving nothing but bare skin and open hearts. As I sank deeper into a small hot tub, the jets of water massaging my muscles and the gentle warmth coaxing my eyes to close, suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to find a man, probably in his mid-thirties, with a thick mustache and a knowing smile. His head was totally bald, a stark contrast to the dense forests of hair that covered his body. His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he offered a towel and a bar of soap. I took them tentatively, feeling the weight of the unspoken invitation in his gesture. With trembling hands, I began to lather up, the foam clinging to my body like a second skin, revealing the contours of my form beneath the surface of the water. The sensation was both foreign and exhilarating, like the first brush of a finger against a lover's naked flesh. The man watched me with a gentle curiosity that was both unnerving and comforting. His eyes spoke of shared secrets and unspoken desires, a silent communication that sent electric currents down my spine. The sound of razors and the occasional gasp or sigh of pleasure filled the air, punctuated by the steady drip of water from the faucets. I looked around and noticed that every man was participating in this shaving ritual, each one succumbing to the allure of the blade. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying, a dance of vulnerability and power that I found impossible to look away from. He took the soap from my trembling hands and began to lather up my scalp with a firm, yet tender touch. His fingers massaged my head, working the soap into a thick lather that tickled my skin and made me want to squint with pleasure. I couldn't help but let out a low moan as he worked his way down to my neck, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He noticed my arousal and his smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he dipped his hands into the water, rinsing off the last remnants of soap before reaching for the straight razor. The cool steel glinted in the candlelight, a silent promise of the transformation to come. With the same practiced ease that the other barbers had shown, he began to shave my head, the blade gliding over my skin with a whisper. Each stroke was a caress, a declaration of intent that left a trail of bare, tingling skin in its wake. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced—intimate and erotic, yet also strangely liberating. The hair that had once been my shield, my crowning glory, fell away in clumps, floating on the surface of the water like a dark cloud dissipating in the sun. As the last of my hair disappeared, I felt a sense of weightlessness, as if I had shed not just my hair, but all the fears and inhibitions that had clung to me for so long. When everything was done, he held up a mirror for me to see the new me—completely bald, my eyes shining with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The man I saw staring back was a stranger, yet somehow, he felt more like myself than ever before. The other men in the bathhouse, now all bald, gathered around, offering congratulatory slaps on the back and more intimate touches that sent ripples of pleasure through my body. They were no longer just faces in a crowd; they were my kin, bound by this shared experience.

"Just a little off the top, please!" Ok, now the barber takes a lot more off the top.

Checking if the top is really hairless now

This is their last day of having some hair on top of their heads... cutting the long strands off and then buzzing it down ... prepared to be taken out by the epilator.