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"Razor's Edge"

Keegan closed the medicine cabinet door to reveal his face; a thick, bushy man's beard almost black, with the softest tinge of bluish color to it that perfectly contrasted his deep, olive skin. A thick pelt of hair that traveled down his neck, towered like a forest over his muscular chest and traveled straight down out of sight as the mirror's level stopped right at his naval just before the towel wrapped around his waist began. Dipping his thick fingers under the pouring faucet, he splashed his face with it, allowing the cold water to cover his face and drain down his whiskers before staring himself in the mirror at his reddish colored eyes to contemplate his life like he did every morning. He turned on the shower and stepped inside, removing his towel as he did so and he began to wash himself over. It often felt pointless to lather up, he had so much hair that he couldn't even tell where it started and his skin began. But that was the way of the orc life in this day and age. "Hair makes the man--or orc" his father had told him, and his grandfather before him. It seemed like such a boorish and ancient tradition that the men be forced to bear the uncomfortable nature of such thick pelts. Women didn't have to grow their hair out, in this modern age of laser removal and bikini waxing, it was almost just as expected they remain mostly hairless in contrast to the men. He soaped down his body, pressing his hands down over his cock and letting the lather drain off past the uncut skin at the tip. Bringing his hands up to his face, he took in the shower water and splashed himself with the hot water, letting it also run down.

His beard was often scratchy, much to his chagrin. But today it felt softer, maybe it was finally something he could get used to. Not that Keegan enjoyed it, in fact he thought every day about just shaving it off and getting rid of it once and for all. He breathed deeply through is nose as he stepped out of his shower and began to dry off. His thick, long head of hair fell over his eyes briefly before he used the towel to push it back before drying his body, everywhere on his large, muscular figure was covered in a dark layer of hair that he dabbed off, attempting to dry himself before putting his towel on. He took another look at himself in the mirror. "No, father would absolutely lose his mind if I did that." He said aloud before stepping out of the bathroom and into the face of the woman standing on the other side of it.

She was his sister, A'ra, who had been standing outside waiting on him to finish. Ever since Keegan's work sent him to his hometown to work, he'd been living with her in the city until he could complete his tasks, cleverly giving him the excuse to avoid both of his parents. Her eyes were gazing at him with the typical little sister judgemental stare as she barred his path for a moment.

"Nothing. I was talking about nothing."

"I'm more concerned that you're talking to yourself at all." She replied, staring at him. "What are you all up and cleaned up for? You're off today aren't you?"

"Would it kill you to know that I actually have plans for the afternoon?"

A'ra pondered for a moment. "Come to think of it, yes it probably would. Mom and Dad were supposed to be coming tonight for dinner, remember?"

Keegan's eyes snapped in realization. "O-of course I remember. Seven, right?"

"Six at the old Ale Brew restaurant off third street."

The orc nodded. "Got it." He said before blowing past her to head out the door.

The summer breeze was nice against the orc's skin as he exited the house, a simple, quiet suburban neighborhood. One where their family had settled down in almost twenty-five years ago, and until he turned nineteen and could finally escape to college, Keegan spent many of those years wanting to find a way out, only for their current situation to pulling him right back in. He was told he was pretty intelligent for an orc, he graduated college with a degree in history and archaeology, which didn't impress his parents nearly as much as he'd hoped. No matter what, to his family, he was always the "screw up" who failed his potential. No matter what he did, his father always looked down on him, in fact he always felt that if he didn't have the beard, he would be able to complete his move out of this ridiculously traditional family he was trapped with. Trapped. And never able to become himself, never fully.

The bus came to a stop at the corner just as Keegan made his way to it and he climbed aboard, slipped a five into the machine and made his way to an empty seat near the back of the bus. Collapsing onto the vinyl seat and taking up nearly all three seats in that section all by himself. Ignoring the looks of the mundanes, he brought out his phone and began to thumb through his contacts and lifted it to his ear.

"Hey. It's me." He said. "I'm headed that way, I'll meet you at Market?"

"Sure, it'll be good to see yah." The voice on the other end responded, which made Keegan's heart skip a beat.

"S-so... did you think about my proposal?"

"Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean your family--"

"I need to do it...I have to. I mean if you don't want to--"

"No, no. I just want to make sure that you do."

"Trust me." Keegan said with a deep sigh. "I need to do this."

The bus came to a stop and Keegan nearly shook himself awake as if he were still dreaming. He collected his phone and got up, sliding it into his pocket before heading to the front of the bus and stepping out and immediately setting his eyes on the short bearded dwarven man with his hair the color of the sun. As soon as the man laid his sky blue eyes on the orc, he smiled before walking over to him with big, confident strides. They clasped their hands into the other's wrist and Keegan laughed, pulling the man into a hearty embrace. This was Lane Marsh; the pair had met almost two years ago, and despite the distance, they maintained a solid relationship. Keegan's hometown being only a few miles from where Lane lived, it was ideal when the orc returned home and the two hastily agreed to meet.

"Och c'mon Keeg!" He exclaimed in a thick accent. "Ain't got to hug me that hard, it's like bein' thrown into a brick wall."

"Well, not like I can help it, Laney. I'm sort of built like that." He blushed.

"Aye..." The dwarf chuckled before brushing his hands through the orc's thick mane of hair. "You sure you wanna go through with this? I mean it ain't like you'll be able to take it back tomorrow."

Keegan shook his head and stroked his beard. "This...this is my father's doing, my peoples' doing. Only the manliest men bear the heftiest manes for their women. And I am tired of having to live up to the trope. It'll be liberating. He looked at the dwarf and smiled. The man nearly three heads shorter than him. He was only just realizing now that this was the first time they'd met in person. "Besides." He said with a hearty smile, stroking the man's beard, which was cleanly trimmed and rather impressive to him. "I think I'm in good hands."

As the afternoon moved on, Lane led Keegan to the apartment building he lived in; it was an old brick building, but it had a nice, working elevator. The pair couldn't keep their hands off of each other and as soon as the doors closed, Keegan had Lane pinned up against the car's back wall, kissing him passionately. It was the first time they could do this, and he wanted to make it feel special. But he couldn't keep his hands down and groped them all over, feeling Lane's smaller, but surprisingly muscular form. He found it hard to pull himself away when the elevator dinged its arrival on their floor, and they finally separated.

"I think I got bits o'yer beard stuck in my teeth." The dwarf jested, plucking his finger at one of his teeth and smirking at him. "It's a good think you ain't all hairy, it could be a real challenge to put up with." He said as he extracted his keys and opened the door to his apartment, allowing Keegan to enter first.

The apartment was quaint; small, white tile that covered the kitchen floor all the way to the entry hall ended abruptly at the living room, which was draped in a dark gray carpet. Its white walls led the appearance of being much larger than it looked. And directly in the living room was a large barber chair set up with a wash bin next to it. The sight of it made Keegan pause to take it in. "Oh, damn. You weren't kidding, you're prepared."

"Aye. You cann'a have a beard this gorgeous without bein' prepared to take care of it." Lane said. "Have a seat I've got to get my tools and we can start."

"Tools?" Keegan said to himself as the dwarf walked down the hall and disappeared. The orc seated himself on the chair and only half thinking, he slipped his shirt off and rested his back against the cool vinyl backing of the chair with a sigh. "A-are you sure this is a good idea? I mean... I don't want to put you out--"

Lane appeared almost suddenly and made Keegan jump, the smaller man in the dark hallway was harder to see than he'd expected as he exited the side room with a satchel under his arm. "Oh quit your worryin' lad. I got more experience in shavin' a man's ass than you got of actually shavin' yourself it looks like."

"You've shaved a man's ass?"

Lane looked positively confident as he approached, dropped his bag on a nearby table and took control of the chair. With a sudden ratcheting sound, Keegan felt the back of his chair suddenly vanish and his body came crashing down into a reclined position. With a rough grip, Lane took the orc's head and turned him to face him. It was then that he realized Lane's slight outfit change. Instead of the red jacket and blue polo he had been wearing before, he was now wearing a pair of coveralls, rough blue denim with his hairy chest and arms exposed through the top as he ran his fingers through Keegan's beard. "That ain't exactly a claim one has to repeat, is it?" He asked with a smirk.

Keegan smiled and chuckled lightly, but felt more interested in the dwarf's thick fingers coursing through his hair. Every inch of his locks tugged and fondled, every curl, every knot straightened as he combed his fingers through. The orc had never felt this before, another man diving in so deep, touching his face, and even his scalp underneath all that hair and as he gazed, mostly upside down into Lane's blue eyes, he couldn't help but breathe deep and groan some out of his comfort.

"Likin' my touch?" Lane teased. He chortled when Keegan returned a blank stare. "Don't worry, Keeg. I'm just trying to use my imagination to come up with a good look for ya. Though I do like a good, thick mane."

"I can tell." Keegan responded with a cheeky tongue sticking out, which Lane quickly took between his fingers.

"Oh your smart ass is gonna be shaved for that one." He answered again with a coy grin.

"You shave men's asses?"

Lane gave the orc a not-so-gentle palm to the cheek at that one before extracting a long, straight razor from the bag and bringing it into view, he took a moment to examine it, the light reflecting off the metal. "So..." He said after a moment's pause. "You said you wanted a groomin'." He reached down and pulled the seat's lever, making the orc sit upright all of a sudden. Lane got onto a stool behind the orc and the tickle of his fingers crawling up the back of Keegan's scalp sent shivers down his spine. He'd never felt a man touch him so...fondly before. "Did ya have any limits, lad? Or was this just a little trim to piss your daddy off?"

"Just...ah...maybe keep it above the neck line? Other than that I don't really care, just help me get rid of this legacy he leaves me. I don't want it anymore."

Lane gave a light chuckle before suddenly striking the first blow; this came as a complete shock to the orc because he wasn't expecting it. But with a sudden tug to his whiskers that made him jerk forward some, he felt the sliver of metal sheer right through the long locks of his hair and immediately cut it off a the shoulder. The cool air now hit the left side of his neck, and Keegan couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of surprise, feeling the hair trickle down his neck and over his chest. The feeling was powerful to him and it made his toes curl; he felt Lane's hand glide across his beard now, trying to find another place to make a cut; why not just go straight across the back of his head, he wondered.

The dwarf exhaled through his nose and continued; his blade slicing slowly across the orc's locks now in a more consistent grind as the hair shredded and fell from Keegan's head, getting shorter and shorter with each swipe. "I think first we'll work on this mane of hair." He said after a few more cuts. His hand digging into the orc's scalp and forcing Keegan to look left, then right as he examined the hair line.

"What do you mean?" Keegan asked, suddenly realizing his throat felt dry as a bone. It was then that Lane forced Keegan's chin to rest on the palm of his hand and the pair looked into each other's eyes. Then without so much as a warning, the dwarf drew his blade and suddenly sliced it back along the orc's hair, plowing it down like a field of wheat and sending a shower of dark hair down over Keegan's eyes. "LANE! What the fuck!?"

"Ye don't trust me?" The dwarf asked with a concerned gaze. "I thought you wanted me to make the decisions here?"

"I d-I do..." Keegan stammered. "But really? You couldn't have warned me?"

"Now where's the fun in that?"

Lane stepped up onto the orc for a moment dragging his hair back behind his ears and securing it with a band. Keegan grunted as he felt the dwarf's hips rest against his torso, and he could feel a very real bulge pressing against his chest through the clothes the dwarf wore. "Al--right got it..." He muttered to himself before stepping off and walking around behind Keegan and taking that tight tail, only to chop it off even further. Keegan had begun to wince at everything being done to him. He felt Lane's hand wrap tight around his scalp and push his head downward as he began to rummage through his bag for something else, eventually pulling out an electric razor. He set it aside for a moment and grabbed a small canister, which flashed in the light of Keegan's peripheral vision. Shaving cream? Before he could process what was happening, Lane had spread a copious amount over his head and began to massage the cool lather into his scalp. It was an experience that aroused him, Keegan had to adjust himself to keep his package from crushing against his pants.

"Somethin' the matter?" Lane asked subtly.

Keegan looked at the dwarf, his eyes were not on him, he didn't know. There was no way he'd know...right? "N-nothing." He said with a hint of embarrassment.

"Alrighty, ya ready then?"

Keegan could barely manage a nod as he felt the dwarf's now slippery fingers grip him lightly by the name of his neck before reaching down to pick up the razor and bring it to life

"Bzzz..BZZZZZZZ.. BZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZ!"

The sound of the razor was enough to make Keegan's skin crawl as it rolled over his scalp. He could feel the rotators buzzing and zipping across his skin, the warm burn of the blades as they chopped up each long stripe that Lane formed on top of his head. He kept his hands over his crotch, just hoping somehow that Lane wouldn't notice exactly how hot this was making him. His mane was gone and this dwarf was finishing the job. Each time the razor would pull back along Keegan's head, his hand would trail along with it, ensuring the smoothest possible shave of his life. Each slow drag across his skin was a constant writhing of goosebumps. "You're...not going to leave me--completely bald are you?"

"I thought it was up to me?" Lane replied with a cheeky grin. "But no, I got a more dignified idea in mind for ya." He chuckled.

It was at the point where Lane removed his shoes and stepped onto the orc's lap that he again questioned it. "What--are you doing?" He asked.

"Oh don't worry I'm only getting ready to shave this mess you call a beard into somethin' more stylish." Lane said.

As the blade shined in the light, the glint caught the orc's attention. Expertly, Lane dipped the blade into a small bowl of shaving cream next to him, he stroked the blade one direction, along the flat edge then down. The razor making its way, slowly scraping across the hair as it cut away and Keegan's toes curled as he felt it trickling down his neck. Each slow scratch clearing more and more of the orc's green cheek, then his jaw. The scrapes began to slowly wear away to smoother skin. The wetness of the cream slowly wearing away as the dwarf's fingers manhandled the orc's head. Keegan grunted; this was... hot, and his cock had already begun to drip out under his trousers, his chest rising and falling faster as the other man worked the hair from his face. Glancing down, he too noticed a significant bulge pressing back against the dwarf's trousers, and he couldn't resist reaching forward and unsnapping the arms of his coveralls, one of which came loose and the right side of his short but muscular form fell into view. He clicked his tongue teasingly. "Ye better be careful about that. I wouldn't want to slip at an inopportune time."

"Mmm, feel free." Keegan teased.

Lane smirked a bit, but then thrust the orc's head back. "Now hold still, I got to finish this one." He worked along Keegan's chin, then the other side of his face, clearing as much of the hair as possible in between. He cocked his head and his smile widened a little. "Aye... aye I think this'll do you up. He said as his smooth hand firmly gripped Keegan's chin and pulled him in close, their noses almost touching. The dwarf's sharp blue eyes gazing deeply into Keegan's, he could even see his reflection in the orc's crimson eyes as he squared off the edges of his newly formed mustache which dangled down over the lower half of his face like a somewhat long handlebar mustache. And suddenly, he couldn't resist it any longer, and thrust his mouth hard against the orc's tusks. His cheeks pushed in a little from the toothy sharpness as their mouths locked together.

Keegan gave almost a trembling gasp of air as Lane kissed him. The firm grip of the dwarf's hands on the back of his head, those surprisingly soft fingers kneading into the bare flesh of his scalp. His hands went from being spread apart with immediate surprise to grabbing Lane around the waist and pulling him closer to his bare chest. Their tongues clicked and lapped over one another, leaving even a spittle of drool creeping down his jaw where their lips had not quite sealed together as Lane's thick, muscular dwarvish body pressed against his. He was actually surprised how smooth Lane's body hair was as it tickled across his own, and Keegan began to eagerly pluck at the button of the dwarf's still-closed coverall strap and let the top fall down. He grabbed Lane's bare waist and inhaled, his chest rapidly expanding and bringing Lane's feet off his lap as he pulled him in. It was then he noticed exactly how hard Lane was; and how absolutely thick his cock looked as it poked through the denim between his legs. Eventually, as their lips parted, Keegan looked down toward it as he felt the dwarf prodding at his torso. Lane exhaled slowly and lifted his hips slightly, letting it fall further from the outfit. "Well go on..." He encouraged. "It ain't gonna bite."

Keegan couldn't help himself, his mouth was practically watering as he pulled Lane's body toward him. His tongue wrapped around the fleshy appendage first, and tightening his lips he pulled the shaft into his mouth and immediately dragged his lips to the hilt. Lane was bigger than he'd imagined and the taste of that musky, salty flavor in the back of his throat. He swallowed, his throat tightening and allowing Lane to slide deeper and deeper into his throat. Lane tightened his grip around the back of Keegan's head. The tight hold he had on Keegan's bare skull only turned him on more, and encouraged him to thrust his lips deeper and deeper until his mouth completely fell over the cock's hilt. Trails of drool that escaped the orc's lips pattered down over the dwarf's heavy balls and dripped onto his lap. He'd never craned his neck like this before but with the dwarf's knees now trembling in his hands as he lowered his pants, Keegan too began to firm his grip. He'd never felt anything like this before, a touch he'd never imagined would feel good, that controlling, forceful grip. Keegan felt his eyes roll back as he felt the smooth shaft slip deep into his mouth, even touching the back of his throat before quickly retreating again. He swallowed precum, let it drip down his tongue and into his throat as he looked up at the dwarf now with his head back as he moaned in enjoyment at this. He wanted to feel Lane fuck him now his cock was hard for it, his body was wanting it. He was practically shaking now grabbing Lane by the backside and thrusting him into his warm, inviting maw.

"Oh you're pretty eager, aren't ya Keeg?" Lane said with a chuckle before bending down and pulling the bar on the side of the chair. Suddenly as the back support thrust itself out flat, Keegan felt himself get flung back in his seat, lying flat under the Dwarf's fully exposed cock as he stepped out of the coveralls. "Let's just see what you been hiding from me?"

Lane had lowered the seat almost completely into the floor and still Keegan was a few feet higher than the dwarf who stepped back along his legs and unfastened his belt, unleashing the beast in his trousers and matching the orc in his eagerness. It was a wet sloshing of flesh that spilled out and Lane's intensity grew as Keegan blushed and tried in vain to hide his shame, Lane grabbed the orc's member and tightened his grip around it as though he were handling a joystick. He then leaned in and Keegan could feel the man's cock graze across his backside, sliding straight up the crevice along his ass until it prodded against his pucker. Keegan blushed, he was no stranger to this. But he'd never been dominated by a dwarf before, he'd never expected that--

"AHH! Hahhh! He gasped as he felt Lane's thick cock pop in. His body grew rigid and he laid back against the seat, feeling the dominant Lane spread his legs apart and move inward. The man was already glistening with sweat and Keegan could smell the sex radiating off of him. "L-Lane... fu-fuck--" He panted loudly, barely able to keep his breath as the dwarf then pulled the orc's legs up, doubling them over his torso. Keegan's feet rested on Lane's thick chest like a brace, and Lane thrust down, sliding his cock in like a thick stick of butter. "G-Gods... f-fuck..." Keegan reached his arms back and touched his own scalp, moaning as the dwarf began to fuck him harder. Their bodies slapping together, flesh on flesh as Lane began to play with Keegan's newly shapen mustache. Brushing it with his fingers and flicking his fingers through the hair as he pounded hard against the muscled flesh.

"Mmm there's a good lad..." Lane groaned as he thrust harder, moving his body faster. Twisting it to really put his lack of size to good use, the chair was almost angled with Keegan's head toward the floor, but that was just a trick of the light, the pair were still pretty horizontal by this point, and Lane began to stroke that wet hunk of flesh between his fingers, feeling it soil his fingers the squish of precum soaking them with every pass. "Nnnhhh fuck I'm close..." He panted as he slapped into him, rippling the man's flesh under him as their muscles slapped together again and again.

Lane wanted to make Keegan whimper a little more and gritted his teeth through his temptation to cum immediately. His hands sliding effortlessly along the orc's massive, slick green meat as it gushed precum down like the runoff from a fountain. He admired Keegan's new hairstyle; his bald scalp dropping and raising up again and again as he switched between staring into the dwarf's eyes and reclining back to let Lane continue to pound him. He writhed and grunted, he moaned and growled every time his deceptively massive cock steeped into the dark recesses of Keegan's ass. He grunted and lifted Keegan's legs even higher resting them down across his shoulders, Lane managed to hold the orc's weight entirely on his own his grip now moving, he managed to give the orc a yank on his nipple, forcing him to sit upright, almost making a crunch as he pulled him into a long, deep kiss. The orc's towering meat slapped up in between them, and before he could say anything he let out a hard grunt, suddenly shooting his seed in a thick spray in between them, soaking them both.

This smell of sex, cum and musk proved to be too much for Lane, who suddenly began to unload as well, firing load after load deep into the orc's ass. Eventually flooding him out as Keegan's guts seemed to fill with the load. Lane didn't part his lips from the orc's as both continually growled into the kiss of the other for several minutes until their climax slowly began to wane and Lane finally collapsed across Keegan's chest.

Both breathing heavy, Keegan finally lowered his legs and made like a muscular pillow for the dwarf, his arm draping over Lane's naked body as they laid together in their mess. After a while, in a bout of amusement, Lane's fingers stroked across Keegan's bare scalp. He touched it with a sensual grip and kissed him as they rested for a few minutes.

"So..." Lane said after a few minutes. "What ya got planned for this weekend?"

Keegan glanced at his watch. "Well, I've got to meet my parents for a birthday party in about four hours, perhaps we should both attend? Maybe make my dad squirm over my sudden lack of hair as I escort my boyfriend to meet them."

Lane looked up, unable to hide the smile on his face. "Oh I'm your boyfriend now, am I?" He laughed. "Well, why not? I ain't one to disappoint."

"You are certainly not." Keegan replied.

THE END