5.10.06
ST: SA 02 The Hacker
Mike was a bit of a computer hacker, a tendency which he supported by becoming a Computer science major. One of the things he realized was that with the dorms all wired with Ethernet, that there was a lot of network traffic going past the little outlet in the wall. His computer, of course, only responded to its own address, but that was just a program. With a little tinkering, Mike was able to set up his machine so that it could intercept all of the Network traffic. This was a great jumble of Email, gif's, html, etc. A small adjustment, however let him select out traffic to and from a particular computer and eavesdrop on that person's messages. It took a bit more detective work to figure out who went with which address, but after a while he had things sorted out.The blond girl across the hall mostly sent sappy messages to her old high school buddy. The twerp by the stairs was into alt.sex. Virtual sex was probably all that guy was going to get.
The most interesting times were when Mike could listen in on a chat line. Of course, everyone used an anonymous handle, but that was no problem to Mike, because he could associate an address with the handle, only at his end, of course. One that intrigued Mike was Jeff, who frequented a haircutting chat group. This struck Mike as a bit odd, since Jeff had shoulder length dark blond hair. If he was into haircuts, why didn't he just go get one? It also got Mike curious, since he had also had more than a passing interest in hair and haircuts, preferably short ones. His own haircut was a fairly short flattop, though he had experimented with buzzcuts a couple of summers.
Mike found himself listening in on Jeff's chat group more and more.He found that Jeff had two different handles he used, with different personalities. One was "Burrcut", who was always pushing everyone to shave their heads. Burrcut, when asked, at various times claimed to have a #1 buzz, a #000 clip or even a shaved head. Not the real Jeff at all.
Jeff's other handle was "Jasper" who seemed to be much more honest. Jasper had shoulder length blond hair, was a college student, and generally described himself in a way that was recognizably Jeff. Jasper admitted to a fantasy of being forced to submit to a haircut: tied to a chair, scissored, clipped and shaved. A couple of members of the group confessed the same fantasy, but it was pointed out that it is very hard to arrange for your own forced haircut. You can hardly go up to someone and ask them to give you a haircut against your will--there's a major contradiction there! Since in real life people are seldom given forced haircuts, Jasper's fantasy would in all probability remain un-fulfilled. It was suggested that he just go get a haircut, but that wouldn't satisfy.
Suddenly it occurred to Mike that maybe Jeff/Jasper's fantasy could be satisfied. Jeff was making the usual assumption that his chats were anonymous and the possibility of an eavesdropper had never occurred to him. Jasper had in effect, asked someone to give him a forced haircut, without knowing he had done it. The contradiction was gone. The only question in Mike's mind was: was Jasper really Jeff? If not, forcing a haircut on Jeff could be big trouble. It took a couple more chat sessions, where Mike joined in and asked a few questions before Mike was satisfied.
Now how to pull it off? Getting access to Jeff's room shouldn't be a problem, since most people didn't lock their doors. Mike tested Jeff's door early one morning and found it was in fact unlocked. Scissors he had, and a razor, but he would have to bring the clippers from home next weekend. His dad had used them to do Mike's boyhood buzzcuts and they were still on the shelf in the cellar. A rope and a metal ring, a plastic ruler and a gag made from an old belt with a wad of rags tied to it completed his toolkit. Mike also fixed himself a close-fitting hood and mask: if this didn't work, he would have some chance of not being recognized. If it did, he probably shouldn't need the mask.
Mike settled on 5 AM Sunday morning as the best time. Most people would have been out partying and would be pretty well zonked out. Even though Jeff's room was by itself beyond the stairs, he didn't want to wake up the dorm.
Mike walked silently down the corridor to Jeff's room, carrying his stuff. Silently he opened the door and slipped inside. He stood for a minute until his eyes got adapted to the dark. He was in luck: the room was hot and Jeff was sleeping with no covers and only had on his boxer shorts. Mike had run the two ends of his rope through the ring, with a slipknot at each end. Quietly he walked to the bed. Jeff was sleeping face down. Mike carefully slipped the loop of one knot around each wrist and closed the knots as much as he dared. He put the gag on the floor and the ruler on the bed. He took a deep breath and hauled in on the rope. The knots tightened and the rope through the ring pulled Jeff's arms together. His wrists banged against the ring and Mike took a couple of turns with the rope and tied it off. Jeff was pretty well awake, but confused. Mike sat on his back, pushed his head into the pillow and stuck the ruler in Jeff's back. "Keep quiet! This is a knife. Do as you are told and you will not be hurt!" Jeff froze. Mike took the opportunity to loop the free end of the rope around Jeff's ankles and drew them up so his wrists and ankles were tied together. He slipped the gag around Jeff's head, and buckled it tight around his neck.
Jeff was pretty well helpless. Mike got off him and stood back. He got the straight wooden desk chair and took it to the bed. He rolled Jeff onto his side and stuffed the chair into position. Soon Jeff was trussed to the chair. With an effort Mike rolled chair and Jeff off onto the floor, ready for his shearing. Mike snapped the lock on the door and flipped on the lights. For a moment he felt sorry for Jeff, who looked totally petrified. Mike's black clothing and mask probably didn't help his state of mind.
"Damn hair's all tangled in this gag", he said as he tugged at it, making Jeff wince. "Where's some scissors?" Mike went to his bag and came back with the shears. He slid them along the top of the strap on the left side of Jeff's head and closed them. With a scrunch the hair parted and he pulled the long hair out from below the strap and waved it in Jeff's face. In the scramble to tie him up, Jeff's shorts had slipped pretty low giving Mike a fairly clear view of his crotch. Any remaining question Mike had about Jeff's fantasy was promptly eliminated.
Mike worked his way around Jeff's head, hacking off the long hair trapped under the gag strap, with Jeff getting visibly more interested in the procedings. "Too damn much hair everywhere!", muttered Mike as he worked the shears higher and higher, hacking off the long blond locks. In a moment the back and sides of Jeff's head were reduced to a motheaten stubble with hunks of longer hair here and there. Mike next surrounded the great lock that hung down in Jeff's face, lifted it up and chopped it off. Jeff moaned. Mike quickly worked his way back along the top of Jeff's head. "That looks better, but it's pretty ragged. Let's even it up a bit."
Mike plugged in the clippers and switched them on. He held them so Jeff could see that there was no attachment, just the bare clippers. Jeff's eyes grew wide as Mike put the clippers on his forehead and pushed them slowly and steadily back to the crown of his head. Jeff twitched convulsively; he was clearly appreciating this immensely. Mike pushed the clippers over Jeff's head again and again, till the top of his head was bare except for a faint dusting of blond stubble. Then the sides and the back. Except for the bottom of the back, which was still under the gag, Jeff was essentially bald.
Mike ran his hand over Jeff's stubbly head. "That's a lot better, but these bristles are going to make it hard to pull on your sweater; better smooth it off." He went to his bag and pulled out the foam and the razor. He lathered Jeff's head, rubbing it well into the stubble. Jeff closed his eyes and moaned a bit as Mike ran the razor back over the top of his head, reducing the stubble to clean smoothness. In a few minutes he had shaved Jeff's entire head against the grain.
"Ok, Jasper, that's what you wanted!", Mike said, using Jeff's web name. "If I take off the gag will you keep quiet?" Jeff closed his eyes and nodded. Mike unbuckled the gag. "How did you know? Who are you?" Jeff, blurted. "Shut up!" said Mike, and pushed his head forward and switched on the clippers. He mowed off the remaining fringe at the back of Jeff's head and smeared lather on it. The razor reduced it to smoothness. Mike dumped his stuff into his bag and untied the rope so that Jeff would be able to free himself easily.
"You shouldn't say things on the Web if you don't want people to know them! You have no secrets! "
"God, that was incredible!! Who are you?", asked Jeff
"I'll let you savor the experience for a few days, and then I'll let you know who I am. You should be about due for a clean-up about then." Mike ran his hand over Jeff's smooth scalp, picked up his bag and slipped out the door. "You bet that was incredible", he said to himself as he pulled off his hood and went to his room. "I wonder if there's any way I can get Jeff to retaliate!"
The most interesting times were when Mike could listen in on a chat line. Of course, everyone used an anonymous handle, but that was no problem to Mike, because he could associate an address with the handle, only at his end, of course. One that intrigued Mike was Jeff, who frequented a haircutting chat group. This struck Mike as a bit odd, since Jeff had shoulder length dark blond hair. If he was into haircuts, why didn't he just go get one? It also got Mike curious, since he had also had more than a passing interest in hair and haircuts, preferably short ones. His own haircut was a fairly short flattop, though he had experimented with buzzcuts a couple of summers.
Mike found himself listening in on Jeff's chat group more and more.He found that Jeff had two different handles he used, with different personalities. One was "Burrcut", who was always pushing everyone to shave their heads. Burrcut, when asked, at various times claimed to have a #1 buzz, a #000 clip or even a shaved head. Not the real Jeff at all.
Jeff's other handle was "Jasper" who seemed to be much more honest. Jasper had shoulder length blond hair, was a college student, and generally described himself in a way that was recognizably Jeff. Jasper admitted to a fantasy of being forced to submit to a haircut: tied to a chair, scissored, clipped and shaved. A couple of members of the group confessed the same fantasy, but it was pointed out that it is very hard to arrange for your own forced haircut. You can hardly go up to someone and ask them to give you a haircut against your will--there's a major contradiction there! Since in real life people are seldom given forced haircuts, Jasper's fantasy would in all probability remain un-fulfilled. It was suggested that he just go get a haircut, but that wouldn't satisfy.
Suddenly it occurred to Mike that maybe Jeff/Jasper's fantasy could be satisfied. Jeff was making the usual assumption that his chats were anonymous and the possibility of an eavesdropper had never occurred to him. Jasper had in effect, asked someone to give him a forced haircut, without knowing he had done it. The contradiction was gone. The only question in Mike's mind was: was Jasper really Jeff? If not, forcing a haircut on Jeff could be big trouble. It took a couple more chat sessions, where Mike joined in and asked a few questions before Mike was satisfied.
Now how to pull it off? Getting access to Jeff's room shouldn't be a problem, since most people didn't lock their doors. Mike tested Jeff's door early one morning and found it was in fact unlocked. Scissors he had, and a razor, but he would have to bring the clippers from home next weekend. His dad had used them to do Mike's boyhood buzzcuts and they were still on the shelf in the cellar. A rope and a metal ring, a plastic ruler and a gag made from an old belt with a wad of rags tied to it completed his toolkit. Mike also fixed himself a close-fitting hood and mask: if this didn't work, he would have some chance of not being recognized. If it did, he probably shouldn't need the mask.
Mike settled on 5 AM Sunday morning as the best time. Most people would have been out partying and would be pretty well zonked out. Even though Jeff's room was by itself beyond the stairs, he didn't want to wake up the dorm.
Mike walked silently down the corridor to Jeff's room, carrying his stuff. Silently he opened the door and slipped inside. He stood for a minute until his eyes got adapted to the dark. He was in luck: the room was hot and Jeff was sleeping with no covers and only had on his boxer shorts. Mike had run the two ends of his rope through the ring, with a slipknot at each end. Quietly he walked to the bed. Jeff was sleeping face down. Mike carefully slipped the loop of one knot around each wrist and closed the knots as much as he dared. He put the gag on the floor and the ruler on the bed. He took a deep breath and hauled in on the rope. The knots tightened and the rope through the ring pulled Jeff's arms together. His wrists banged against the ring and Mike took a couple of turns with the rope and tied it off. Jeff was pretty well awake, but confused. Mike sat on his back, pushed his head into the pillow and stuck the ruler in Jeff's back. "Keep quiet! This is a knife. Do as you are told and you will not be hurt!" Jeff froze. Mike took the opportunity to loop the free end of the rope around Jeff's ankles and drew them up so his wrists and ankles were tied together. He slipped the gag around Jeff's head, and buckled it tight around his neck.
Jeff was pretty well helpless. Mike got off him and stood back. He got the straight wooden desk chair and took it to the bed. He rolled Jeff onto his side and stuffed the chair into position. Soon Jeff was trussed to the chair. With an effort Mike rolled chair and Jeff off onto the floor, ready for his shearing. Mike snapped the lock on the door and flipped on the lights. For a moment he felt sorry for Jeff, who looked totally petrified. Mike's black clothing and mask probably didn't help his state of mind.
"Damn hair's all tangled in this gag", he said as he tugged at it, making Jeff wince. "Where's some scissors?" Mike went to his bag and came back with the shears. He slid them along the top of the strap on the left side of Jeff's head and closed them. With a scrunch the hair parted and he pulled the long hair out from below the strap and waved it in Jeff's face. In the scramble to tie him up, Jeff's shorts had slipped pretty low giving Mike a fairly clear view of his crotch. Any remaining question Mike had about Jeff's fantasy was promptly eliminated.
Mike worked his way around Jeff's head, hacking off the long hair trapped under the gag strap, with Jeff getting visibly more interested in the procedings. "Too damn much hair everywhere!", muttered Mike as he worked the shears higher and higher, hacking off the long blond locks. In a moment the back and sides of Jeff's head were reduced to a motheaten stubble with hunks of longer hair here and there. Mike next surrounded the great lock that hung down in Jeff's face, lifted it up and chopped it off. Jeff moaned. Mike quickly worked his way back along the top of Jeff's head. "That looks better, but it's pretty ragged. Let's even it up a bit."
Mike plugged in the clippers and switched them on. He held them so Jeff could see that there was no attachment, just the bare clippers. Jeff's eyes grew wide as Mike put the clippers on his forehead and pushed them slowly and steadily back to the crown of his head. Jeff twitched convulsively; he was clearly appreciating this immensely. Mike pushed the clippers over Jeff's head again and again, till the top of his head was bare except for a faint dusting of blond stubble. Then the sides and the back. Except for the bottom of the back, which was still under the gag, Jeff was essentially bald.
Mike ran his hand over Jeff's stubbly head. "That's a lot better, but these bristles are going to make it hard to pull on your sweater; better smooth it off." He went to his bag and pulled out the foam and the razor. He lathered Jeff's head, rubbing it well into the stubble. Jeff closed his eyes and moaned a bit as Mike ran the razor back over the top of his head, reducing the stubble to clean smoothness. In a few minutes he had shaved Jeff's entire head against the grain.
"Ok, Jasper, that's what you wanted!", Mike said, using Jeff's web name. "If I take off the gag will you keep quiet?" Jeff closed his eyes and nodded. Mike unbuckled the gag. "How did you know? Who are you?" Jeff, blurted. "Shut up!" said Mike, and pushed his head forward and switched on the clippers. He mowed off the remaining fringe at the back of Jeff's head and smeared lather on it. The razor reduced it to smoothness. Mike dumped his stuff into his bag and untied the rope so that Jeff would be able to free himself easily.
"You shouldn't say things on the Web if you don't want people to know them! You have no secrets! "
"God, that was incredible!! Who are you?", asked Jeff
"I'll let you savor the experience for a few days, and then I'll let you know who I am. You should be about due for a clean-up about then." Mike ran his hand over Jeff's smooth scalp, picked up his bag and slipped out the door. "You bet that was incredible", he said to himself as he pulled off his hood and went to his room. "I wonder if there's any way I can get Jeff to retaliate!"
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