#sir drian

[caer-gai]

Wip of Pellinore's family =)

Top Row is: Feirefiz (unfinished) , Tor, Aglovale, Lamorak, Alyne, Drian, Dindriane, and Percival

Bottom Row is: Belacene (not started, Feirfiz's mum), Tor's mum, Drian's mum, Pellinore himself, Queen Hedozyine (Ag, Lam, and Alyne's mum) and Yglais (Percy and Dindraines mum)

The kids are in order of their ages except Alyne and Drian are switched and Percival and Dindriane are twins.

[dullyn]

rip to sir drian (he ain't dead i just had to demote him because i have too many knights at my round table)

[a-rare-jewell]

Part 5

King Arthur and the knights of the round table

Part 1

[gaheriskinnie]

The death of Pellinore

[queer-ragnelle]

La Tavola Ritonda PDF is now available to read! Enjoy!

ID: When Isotta had returned to the pavilion, the tables were set out and food was prepared, and when water had been brought for their hands they sat down to eat. As they ate, Gariette looked out and saw Palamidesso going by looking for them, and pointed him out to Sir Tristano. Tristano got up and went to meet him, taking him by the hand and leading him into the pavilion, where he disarmed and sat at the table. They all passed that night in great joy.

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Prose Tristan Gang

King Meliadus of Liones (Meliodas of Lyonesse)

Queen Eliabella (Elizabeth)

Tristano (Tristan)

King Marco of Cornovaglia/Tintoile (Mark of Cornwall/Tintagel)

King Amoroldo of Irlanda (Morholt of Ireland)

King Languis of Irlanda (Anguish of Ireland)

Queen Isotta the Blonde (Isolde 1)

Gouvernale (Governal)

Brandina (Brangaine)

Dinadano (Dinadan)

Daniello (Daniel)

Brunoro the Black/Ill-Cut Coat (Brunor le Noir/La Cote Male Taile)

Dinasso the Seneschal (Dinas)

King Scalabrino (Esclabor)

Palamidesso the Pagan (Palomides/Palamedes)

Isotta White Hands (Isolde 2)

Gheddino (Kahedrin)

Logres

King Artù of Camellotto/Longres (Arthur of Camelot/Logres)

Queen Ginevara (Guinevere)

Chieso the Seneschal (Kay)

Lucano (Lucan)

Fata Morgana (Morgan le Fay)

Pulzella Gais (Morgan's daughter)

Merlino the Prophet (Merlin)

Orcadians

King Lotto (Lot)

Queen Albagia of Organia (Morgause of Orkney)

Calvano the Lover (Gawain)

Agravano (Agravaine)

Gariens (Gaheris)

Gariette (Gareth)

Mordarette (Mordred)

Welsh

King Pellinoro of Gaules (Pellinore of Wales)

Prezzivale lo Galese (Percival of Wales)

Amorotto di Gaules (Lamorak of Wales)

Adriano (Drian)

Agravale (Aglovale)

French

King Bando of Benoich (Ban of Benwick)

Dama del Lago (Lady of the Lake)

Lancilotto of Gioisa Guardia (Lancelot of Joyous Guard)

Astore di Mare (Hector de Maris)

Lionello (Lionel)

Bordo (Bors)

Briobris (Biloberis)

Galasso (Galahad)

Others

Brunoro the Brown (Brunor father of Galehaut)

Bagotta (Fair Giantess)

Galeotto (Galehaut)

Sagramore (Sagramore lol)

Meliagans (Meleagant/Melwas)

King Brando of Magus (Bademagus)

Beast Glatisanti (Questing Beast/Glatisants)

[gringolet]

Propaganda:

Prose Lancelot:

- “this is the one where Galehaut gives up fighting Arthur because Lancelot bats his eyelashes at him. He spends a solid chunk of time living in chaste polyamory with Guinevere AND Lancelot. later they get separated and Galehaut dies for love because he thinks Lancelot is dead. Lancelot buries him with his own hands and tries to die by his side.This is Also the one where Gauvain says he wishes he was a woman just so he could bang Lancelot and Guinevere goes "same".”

- “GALEHAUT. Galehaut “had given [Lancelot] his heart with a love greater than loyal companionship alone could make a man feel for someone outside his family”, surrendered to Arthur for Lancelot, stepped over his own broken heart to help him be together with Guinevere, and then died of grief when he thought Lancelot had perished. Also, the remarkable bond of Lancelot and Gawain + Gawain saying he’d turn into a beautiful lady for Lancelot.”

- “Giving up on conquering the enrite kingdom because you want to be besties with Lancelot is pretty gay ngl”

- “Then Sir Gawain thought a little, like a man who believe he would never be well again. “If God were to grant me my health,” he said, “I'd immediately wish to be the most beautiful maiden in the world, happy and healthy, on condition that he would love me above all others, all his life and mine.” (Lancelot-Grail The Old French Arthurian Vulgate and Post-Vulgate in Translation, volume III, General Editor Norris J. Lacy, p.270)”

- “Going for sheer volume & variety here. Galehaut alone is worth the vote but Gawain's "I wish I was a woman so Lancelot would love me" line is just unparalleled. There's also a character named Drian the Gay rescued from a cursed coffin & as we all know, goths are queer on every axis. I rest my case.”

- “many reasons (galehauts whole thing…) but in particular remarkable reasons. that thing gawain says about wishing he was turned into a maiden on the condition that lancelot loves him for his whole life is a lot to me in particular in a multitude of queer ways”

Vulgate Morte:

- “i have a remarkable agenda so the way lancelot and gawain just simply exist, talk and act around each other or when they are not around each other in the vulgate, and the entirety of the morte section so yeah”

- the whole thing with elaine of shalott and lancelot and gawain is so. uhmm

also of course

[a-funeral-pyre]

😏🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 for the ask game=)

Hi and thank you for the ask! :)

😏 = Gawain?

Best character. Not only in the Arthuriana but one of my favourite characters ever (and my comfort character). Since he is quite ancient there are many different versions of him that go from the shining and heroic to the utterly villainous, so there are many versions to choose from, which is fascinating. I like that there are versions (most importantly Malory's, but also many others, also modern) that try to unite different characterizations resulting in somebody that tries to be a hero but ultimately succumbs to his flaws, I think that is the best characterization you could give him (I'm currently trying to write a story centered on that and I am having a lot of fun). Overall he is one of the most complex characters, and I absolutely adore his (heartbreaking) relationship with Arthur, Lancelot, and the other Orkney brothers (or with Llacheu in the Triads since they end up together at least once, there is not much material but enough to kindle my imagination). Speaking of which, I have a soft spot for Welsh arthuriana but when it comes to the ending I must command the Vulgate and the versions following the Vulgate on making Gawain's wrath and grief for his brothers a leading cause of Camelot's fall. Not only is that relatable, it makes the tragedy much more interesting. Also Sir Gawain and the Green Knight changed me on a molecular level back when I first read it.

In short, he is my baby and I will defend him with my life. Also he's solar powered and that's awesome

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿=Pick a Pelli spawn

I admit I do not care that much for Pellinore and his children. I am not that passionate about the Grail Cycle, although I recognize it is very important and I enjoy it. But I like Perceval, he is very cute and fun and he is one of the best parts of the Grail story (and he is also in the Mabinogion so that's a plus), and for some reason I also like Drian. Possibly because he is relatively unimportant, so I can latch on him and build details about him in my head.

Thank you again!

[bald-tales]

Rogue Gain by Titan

Casey Wyatt had it all. Youth, popularity and looks. At 22 he had everything going for him – except for one thing; he was a miser! As cheap as they come…..but that was all about to change….thanks to his miserly streak.  Casey loved the fact that people always looked twice at him. Standing at 6ft 2 inches his muscular frame stood out. So did his handsome, squared jawed face – framed beautifully by pure, blonde hair which just hit his shoulders. Now along with his cheap approach to life, Casey was extremely homophobic. He couldn’t understand why guy’s dug other guy’s though he understood why anyone would want to have some of his arse! Just don’t try it. He was that vain.  Now Casey was passing a Barbershop he hadn’t noticed before called ‘Cut Price Barbers’. He had been meaning to get his hair trimmed, but resented paying so much at the ritzy salon he would normally use. ‘How hard could it be to trim the ends,’ thought Casey to himself. He opened the shop door and immediately was transported back in time to a shop he use to visit as a kid. There was no one waiting or in the chair, just some old balding guy in a barbers tunic.  “Good Day young man. Step right up to my chair, no waiting today.” Said the Barber brightly.  “How much for just a trim?” asked Casey, a little hesitantly.  “With your hair, I’d have to charge $10.” Replied the Barber.  “I only want the ends cut. $10 is a bit steep isn’t it? Casey responded.” What do you normally charge for a trim?  “6 dollars son,” answered the Barber now starting to get annoyed at this young upstart.  “Then $6 it is,” Casey said stepping up into the chair.  “Well, right you are. It’s been a bit quiet today,” the barber gave in.  “Uncle! Phone for you – say’s it’s urgent!” came a deep, man’s voice from a doorway at the back of the shop.  “Excuse me for a moment young man, I wont be long.” Said the barber as he went to take the call.  ‘Well he better not take too long, ‘said Casey to himself. He started to fidget under the cape while he waited. He could feel the outline of his 10 inch cock through the fabric of his shorts. Yes! Casey was indeed blessed.  “What was taking the old guy so bloody long!” Casey said, half out loud. I haven’t got all day. He looked at his watch a few times then back at himself in the mirror in front.  “Sorry son! Family emergency,” the barber muttered as he came back into the shop. “I’ll have to get my nephew, Brian to attend to you.” He was already putting on his coat and heading for the door.  “What sort of business are you running here, Pops? I haven’t got all day!” Casey started to say with a rising anger in his voice, “ This nephew of yours better hurry up!”  The Barber was gone, the door slamming behind him.  “Hey! How long am I going to have to wait around here.” Casey started up again.  “Sorry there Sir.!” Came a deep voice behind him.  Casey looked up and saw a younger, bigger version of the Barber that had left the shop coming towards him wearing a white barbers tunic. He probably was only a few years older than Casey, but he was much bigger, power lifter bigger, with a trimmed, blonde goatee and the same male pattern baldness as his uncle, except for the close cropped horseshoe of hair around the sides was a dark blonde.  “Now I’m only paying 6 bucks, alright dude?” Casey said looking at the big barber who he guessed by the way he was looking at Casey, was probably a leather fag.  “My uncle already told me you refused to pay the 10 dollars, so a 6 dollar haircut it is! By the way my name is Adrian.” The barber offered his hand, but Casey refused to take it.  Even a fag name, Casey thought to himself. “Look, I don’t have much time for small talk, Aa-drian.” Casey replied, exaggerating the name. “Just a great haircut will be fine. And nothing with clippers.” Casey added looking at the barbers close clipped head.  “Sure! One of my best coming up.” Adrian smiled. Picking up some scissiors he began to snip at the ends of the long luscious man hair.  What Casey didn’t know was that Adrian had the ability to read minds. He’d known just what was on the young guy’s mind.  As the haircut progressed, Casey took a longer look at his Barber. How lucky he was to have no history of baldness in his family, and if he did, he’d just go ahead and shave it all off. Why leave an old mans ring of hair around the sides.  “You sure do have great hair!” Adrian said at last, running a hand through the long locks. You must look after it. I couldn’t be bothered personally, that’s why I got rid of all mine.” Adrian said, pretending to run a set of imaginary clippers over the head.  “Yeah, but you were loosing yours anyway.” Casey almost spat.  “No, unlike my uncle, I’ve always had a full head of hair. I’ve just always liked the look of mpb.”  “What’s mpb?”  “Male pattern baldness.”  “What?” Casey asked. “You asked for that cut?”  “Sure did. In fact, it made a few of my customers want the same thing.”  “That’s weird. I’d never do that myself.” Casey went on to say to himself,’ but then again you fags are into all sorts of weird shit’!  “Weird shit, eh?” mumbled Adrian.  “Yeah, dude.” Then Casey stopped suddenly, “What did you say?”  “Oh, I was just looking at the top of your scalp, it seems to have signs of thinning. I thought it weird because the rest of your hair seems so thick.”  “What?” Casey almost fell out of the chair. “No way! There’s no bald dudes in my family.” But Casey still had a worried look on his face.  “It’s not always genetics, or it can skip a couple of generations, but it’s definitely thinning, here take a look.” Adrian held a hand mirror over the top of Casey’s head.  Casey looked closely, leaning forward towards the mirror in front. He started to run a hand through the hair. He couldn’t see anything – well there was nothing to see, but once you plant something like this on a vain guys mind! Well, it was working.  “Shit Adrian! How can this be. I’m too young to go bald – I’ll look like a freak!”  Casey didn’t even worry about his comments being spoken out loud.  “Hey, man! Calm down. I’ve got just the thing to help. I think we’ve got it in time.”  Adrian had left the shop to let Casey stew. He returned after a few minutes with a bottle marked ‘Rogaine – hair restorer’.  “Have you seen this before?” Adrian asked showing the worried Casey the bottle.  “Yeah! But I thought it didn’t work. If it did why don’t you use it.” Casey started to laugh.  “It only works on growing hair.” Adrian ignored the remark.  “How much are you going to charge me for that! I bet it’s expensive!” Casey sneered, knowing this stuff cost heaps.  “For you I can let you have it for free, that way you may come back to me so I can keep an eye on your progress.” Adrian smiled.  “That’s generous man.”  “Well, I’d like to build up my customer base, as I’m new here.” Adrian added.  “How do I use it?” a more relaxed Casey asked?  “Just rub a small amount on the crown area, twice a day.”  “That’s all?”  “Yes sir!” Adrian kept this peculiar, almost sinister look on his face.  “Sounds easy. Sold!” Casey added.  “Let me finish up your haircut and I’ll put some in your hair now.”  Adrian finished off the haircut and it seemed that the spoilt Casey was satisfied.  “Yeah! Not bad for a Barber. Now are you going to use some of that Rogaine like you said?” asked Casey, moving his head around so he could catch a look at all sides of his new haircut.  “Sure thing, sir!” and Adrian begun to pour a few drops through the hair on top of Casey’s head. “Now make sure you don’t apply too much…..a little goes a long way.”  Adrian knew that the kids vanity would have him adding way too much.  Casey paid his 6 dollars and of course didn’t leave any tip. He was pleased this barber discovered his hair loss in time.  As Casey left with barely a thank you, Adrian knew he’d be back.  Part Two  Adrian was spot on – Casey was back, looking for a free bottle of Rogaine. Adrian’s uncle, Bob Kennedy had had to hand the reigns of running the store over to Adrian. His long-time companion, Terry, had been very ill in hospital. Bob had been meaning to retire soon but now his only concern was the speedy recovery of Terry.  Yes! Adrian’s uncle was also gay. He and Terry had practically raised Adrian after his parents had thrown him out of home. It was Bob that encouraged Adrian’s interest in haircutting. So when Casey first came to the shop four weeks ago, ranting about cheap haircuts and not giving a crap about Uncle Bob’s predicament, Adrian knew the punk had to be taught some manners.  As the bell on the front door rung, Adrian looked up from his paper, “Oh hello! Casey, isn’t it?”  “Yeah – was wondering if I could get a haircut?” said Casey as he came up to the chair where Adrian was sitting.  “Sure thing. How’d you go with the Rogaine I gave you; notice any results?”  “Well I can’t say I have, that’s why I wanted you to have a look – being a professional and all!” Casey nervously added.  “Well, take a seat and I’ll take a look.” Smiled Adrian.  As Casey climbed onto the chair he thought it seemed different to last time – larger or more chrome showing.  Adrian started to peel through the top hair and indeed it still looked as thick as ever. Because Casey wasn’t loosing his hair, that was an idea Adrian feed the vain youth.  “It does take sometime to work, you may have to keep the applications up for some time.” Added Adrian. He next took a comb that was a thinning comb – one with a blade within the prongs. He lightly and carefully combed the hair and of course a few strands of hair started to appear in the comb.  “Oh no!” said Adrian convincingly, “It’s worse than I thought!” he bent forward to show Casey the hair stranded in the comb.  “What the fuck?” Why isn’t that Rogaine treatment working?” exclaimed a shocked Casey.  “It won’t always work on everyone,” said Adrian, “and I thought we got it early enough for you.”  “What can you do about it? There must be something?” Casey stammered with tears welling up in his eyes.  “It may take years to progress to male pattern baldness, besides it quite often makes a guy more mature looking.” Added Adrian .  “No fucking way man! I’m too young to have an old guys bald head, the chicks are always commenting about my long locks.” Again, the tactless Casey forgot the hairstyle Adrian wore.  “Well – there is something, it’s experimental, but it’s proving 99 percent reliable in initial tests. Although it is pretty expensive.”  “How expensive?” Casey asked.  “200 dollars a bottle!” replied Adrian.  “What? I can never afford that, surely you can do something better than that!”  “Well I could let you have a sample that a pharmaceutical company let a friend of mine have.” Of course all this was a lie, but Adrian loved stringing along this guy. “Of course, I never needed it, in the end.” Adrian smiled as he ran a hand over the head.  Casey ignored the statement still annoyed he had to put so much trust in this fag.  “Please, man! Help me out, will you?” asked Casey, thinking if he was nice this guy would give him whatever he wanted.  “Okay – but you mustn’t tell anyone about this. As I said, it’s experimental and not on the market yet.”  “Sure! No problem,” cooed Casey.  Adrian went out the back of the shop and came back with a small bottle. Adrian had been working on this formulae especially for Casey’s return. This particular ‘medicine’ did nothing for the hair, but it stimulated appetite and increased sexual libido via added testosterone and steroids.  Offering the bottle to Casey, he began to explain it’s dose, “Now you have to take 2 tablespoons of this mornings and nights.”  “You mean I drink this ?” questioned Casey.  “You sure do – it goes into the bloodstream, builds up the testosterone in the body – which of course grows hair!” replied Adrian.  “Okay! What have I got to loose.” And with that Casey got up to leave the shop, and as he went, turned to ask, “Now this stuff is safe?”  “Sure is!” replied Adrian, and as he went to add something, Casey was gone, the door slamming behind him.  Adrian was going to add – ‘ not to exceed the doses he advised’.  Within a week, Casey had used the contents of the bottle up completely. He returned to Adrian’s Barbershop which he noticed had had a name change to, ‘Hair Designs by Adrian’. He was hoping he could influence the barber to give him some more of his special hair growth formulae. As he went into the shop, Casey was shocked to see the shop seemed changed- pictures on the wall showed various ‘extreme’ haircuts, some much like Adrian’s. The lights seemed brighter, the waiting chairs replaced by couches and the window now furnished with dark timber shutters. Adrian had a customer in the chair and they seemed to be having friendly banter, “probably another gay!” Casey said to himself, the neighborhood was full of them!  “Hi there Casey – back so soon? I’ll be right with you, take a seat!” Adrian said as Casey entered the shop.  Casey sat down in the couch noting how comfortable it was. He picked up one of the magazines on the table in front of him and pretended to look at it. He watched while Adrian finished up the customer ahead of him. The guy was around 40 and seemed to be carrying a lot of extra weight. Adrian must have cut a lot of hair off as the floor around the chair was littered with clumps of dark hair.  Just as Casey thought the customer was finished with, Adrian went to a machine on the counter and pumped what looked to be warm lather onto his hands. He then proceeded to rub this around the guys sides and back. Producing a straight razor he then began slowly clearing the white foamy solution creating a scratching sound as it removed the stubble. Casey couldn’t believe it. He’d never seen this type of haircut before – it was like the style he’d seen marines wearing; short on top with only a horseshoe of hair – with shaved sides. Casey noticed how smooth the skin was looking after the razor ran over it.  Adrian also put some lather on top of the head. Surely he wasn’t shaving him bald!  Sure enough, Adrian proceeded to run the sharp blade over the top of the fat geezers head. After a few minutes the only hair remaining on the guys head was the front and a narrow upright fringe extending along the top of the head, finishing before the crown.  Casey was amazed at the cut. It was strange but for some reason he found it interesting – kind of masculine. He’d never worn his hair much shorter than it was now, however, he wondered if he’d ever be able to pull off that sort of cut. Not that extreme of course, the guy was obviously into whatever Adrian was into – he put on a black leather jacket as he left. It was only then that he noticed Adrian was wearing a pair of tight, black leather pants, the white barbers tunic only covering the top belt loops. Casey had to admit this guy had a great body – but then he knew homos liked to hang out at the gym – their were way too many at his!  “Okay Casey – your turn!” Adrian called out brushing the hair off the chair.  As Casey got up he was suddenly aware his cock was at full mast. He tried to hide it as he climbed into the chair, but Adrian suddenly said; “Don’t worry about that man, happens to a lot of guy’s after watching one of my shaving sessions.”  Casey’s face was bright red. He couldn’t believe he was getting off on a haircut, but he didn’t realize that the extra testosterone and growth steroids in his system were responsible for his increased sexual desires. In fact the last few days he had be wanking off just about every waking moment…..but he hadn’t thought about it for too long.  “So what brings you back in so soon?” Adrian spoke as he fastened a cape around Casey.  “Oh, I’m not here for a haircut. I actually came here for some more of that experimental stuff – I think it’s really working!” replied Casey nervously as he saw Adrian staring at his crotch.  “You can’t be out of it already, that should have lasted you for weeks!” Adrian said sounding a little alarmed.  “Listen man, this stuff really works, I need some more of those samples.” Casey sounded almost apologetic.  “Truth is, I don’t have any more. I can get you the retail quantity but I’ll have to charge you for that.”  “Maybe I don’t need anymore,” Casey tried to sound hopeful.  “You can’t stop once you’ve started, otherwise the reverse happens – you start to loose your hair quicker and the body hair grows in as the head hair falls out.” Adrian tried to explain.  “Okay!” Casey returned, “order some in, I’ll find the money somewhere.”  “If you say so. Now what are you going to do with all this hair.”  “Ah! I wasn’t here for a cut”, Casey stammered noticing Adrian had started running a comb through his long hair.  “Well you’ve got enough here for a day of haircuts. Certainly more than the guy before you.”  “What sort of haircut was that…I mean was he in the military?” Casey asked trying not to sound too interested.  “No – he actually runs a bar near here. He’s a friend of mine.” Adrian smiled, taking a pair of scissors.  “It was pretty radical, especially with that shaved bit on top.” Casey answered.  “Oh that! That’s called a landing strip.”  “Too short for my liking,” said Casey.  “Maybe, but you should consider taking some of this length off, it only makes your hair look thinner on top.” Adrian lied.  “I…I don’t know. I’ve had long hair for so long now.” Casey said moving his head from side to side so he could see it in the mirror.  “Tell you what,” Adrian began, “let me try a few hairstyles on you and take photographs for my shop, that way I can take your hair shorter in stages and you can see which you like as well as it not being quite a shock when done in stages." I don’t know.” Answered Casey.  “Let’s say it would be full payment for a bottle of that formula your after.” Adrian smiled knowing that would do the trick.  Casey couldn’t believe his luck, free haircuts and saving himself 200 bucks on the hair restorer. “Sure! That sounds fair,” Casey sounded more positive, “but I tell you when to stop.”  “Of course Casey – the customer is always right.” Adrian said. “No time like the present.” And with that Adrian snipped off a big chunk of hair. Casey’s eyes widened when he saw the hair fall to the floor.  Adrian knew this could be the start of a beautiful relationship. ( or should that be - friendship!).  Part Three  Casey’s mouth was still wide open as Adrian took his fourth cut with the scissors – removing all the length that Casey had. His thick, blonde hair no longer fell onto his broad shoulders.  “Now doesn’t that feel better already? Cooler for a start!” asked Adrian.  Casey couldn’t answer at first. He was shocked. He was about to tell Adrian to stop, when Adrian added, “how about a beer? It’s certainly warm enough for one.” And without waiting for a reply, Adrian went out to the back of the shop.  Casey kept turning his head left and right. Why was he letting this man take so much hair off. He had to admit, he thought he still looked good, maybe even more masculine. And he could feel the coolness at the back of his neck. Maybe he should let this barber give him a shorter hairstyle.  No! He loved his hair too much. He knew the girls were attracted to his blonde locks.  “There you go sport! A nice frosty beer.” Adrian handed Casey a pitcher sized glass of frothy beer. “Drink up.” Adrian said as he took a large gulp of beer.  Casey was thirsty and as he took a long sip he barely noticed the slight bitter taste.  Adrian went to pick up a large set of clippers, Casey hadn’t noticed, he was too busy enjoying the beer – in fact, he had nearly finished it.  “Hey! What gives?” suddenly yelled Casey as he felt the cold, vibrations of the clipper teeth on the back of his neck.  “I’m just tidying up the back a little, nothing to be worried about son.” Replied Adrian sounding very cheery.  Suddenly Casey was aware of his cock growing increasingly hard. “Shit!” he thought to himself, “what caused that?” As the clippers went up the back of his head, he felt more and more turned on. He hoped Adrian hadn’t noticed.  ”Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves.” Adrian said, looking at the growing tent in the cape over Casey.  “Don’t freak out about it man, a lot of guys get turned on by the clippers. Look, I’ll close up the shop, if it worries you. Then you can feel free to have a good wank.”  Casey was ready to tell this fag off when he suddenly thought, ‘why not enjoy myself, the barber wasn’t going to object now was he. In fact he was encouraging it.  After locking up, Adrian whipped off the cape exposing Casey’s huge cock. He’d already unzipped his jeans, and was tugging on his meat for all he was worth.  Adrian was impressed, Casey’s cock had to be a good 10inches.  “Enjoy that while you can?” Adrian said, switching the clippers back on.  “What?” asked Casey feeling very relaxed.  “Oh, I just mean, while I have no customers.”  “Ahhh! Yeah man. That feels great.” Casey cooed, forgetting he didn’t want any clippers used .  He didn’t notice Adrian stop and change attachments. He seemed to be going over the same areas he’d just shaved. Casey couldn’t care now. He was about to spew cum all down the front of the chair.  Adrian smiled as he worked the clippers over and around the ears. It seemed the beer was working. Soon this boy would be sound asleep in his chair.  Adrian knew his boy would be out for awhile – he’d given him a powerful stimulant.  Taking a small needle attached to a machine he began to apply it to some individual hair shafts on Casey’s crown. It was an electrolysis needle – the same he had used on himself to create his present male-pattern baldness. As he removed each long hair he noticed the small white root-ball on the end of each hair. He worked quickly, soon- Casey’s crown looked like it was thinning, but you had to look closely. As Adrian intended to leave most of the length on top, Casey would never notice at first. He sprayed the scalp with a special gel, which would mask the stinging on his crown.  Adrian finished up the haircut, applying lather to the sides and neck, cleaning up the stubble around the edges.  “Come on buddy, wake up?” Adrian started to shake his ‘patient’.  “Wh… Where… Oh!”  “Must have been the beer!” grinned Adrian as he dusted the fallen hair off Casey’s shoulders.  “Yeah! Sorry about that.” Casey then looked down at himself. His cock was still exposed.  He quickly went to tuck it back in his jeans, feeling embarrassed.  “Thanks for the show too!” Adrian laughed, slapping him on the shoulder.  Casey felt very odd. How had he got so turned on, and why had he jerked off in front of this guy? Suddenly he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He had to admit it was hot!  The top of his head still was thick with hair, giving a slight flattop look with the short sides. Adrian produced a mirror to show the back. It started as bristles before gradually increasing in thickness. Adrian rubbed a pomade through the locks. It kept the hair in place.  “What do you think?”asked Adrian.  As he ran his hand up the shaved back of his head. he couldn’t help think this was to short for him, but as he felt the blonde stubble at his neck then felt smooth skin where Adrian had shaved, he couldn’t help but think he looked cool.  Part Four (Conclusion)  Casey rushed in the door of Adrian’s Barbershop, all out of breath. “Adrian! Quick you’ve got to help me.”  It was only three days since Casey had his new haircut, Adrian had been expecting him.  “I’ve got to get some more of that ‘hair growth formula’, right away.”  “Sure Casey, I’ve got a few bottles in- just arrived this morning. Why so excited?” Adrian tried to sound surprised.  “Look at the top of my head, man!” shouted Casey. “I can see scalp!”  Adrian noticed Casey didn’t have any gel or wax in his hair so the top was looking thinner, and hanging down the shaved sides.  “Get up on the chair and I’ll have a look.” Responded a cheerful Adrian.  As Casey climbed into the chair he was too excited to notice Adrian putting the cape around him.  “I seem to be even thinner on top man! How come it’s so noticeable all of a sudden?”  asked Casey, with his voice starting to take on an angry sound.  “Well. It must have been because of the formula. Once you stopped using it the scalp began to go back to it’s hair loss.” Said Adrian, noticing the slight swelling of a potential belly under Casey’s sports shirt.  “Okay man! You’ve got to give me all you’ve got!” spat Casey, believing every word the barber said.  Adrian had already started to comb the kid’s thick hair, pretending to study the scalp. “We may have caught it in time”, smiled Adrian, “but I think we should fix it up a little, so it wont be so noticeable.”  “What have you got in mind?” asked Casey, a little nervously.  “Maybe a little more off the top so your hair appears thicker, not too much!”  “I don’t want to go too short you know,” stated Casey but the thought of hearing those clippers against his skin started to gnaw at him. Indeed the steroids and growth hormones he’d been fed were working, what he didn’t know was the formula he’d been taking had increased his sexual appetite. That’s why he’d been working his cock over so frequently.  “We wont use the clippers son, just the scissors,” replied Adrian. He could see the disappointed look on the kid’s face. “But maybe you’d like me to try the clippers again?”  “If you think it’s best,” said Casey trying to sound disinterested. He didn’t want this fag finding out how horny he was getting. Suddenly the sound of heavy duty clippers filled the air, giving no time for Casey to change his mind. Taking his comb, he drew the thick, blonde locks upwards, shearing off the top 2 inches. Casey knew he was loosing a lot of hair – he could see it falling onto his shoulders. Cleverly, Adrian had made sure Casey was turned away from the mirror in front of him. He noticed the commotion happening under the cape and realized Casey was getting off on this whole haircutting.  “Not too much man, I don’t want to end up bald!” Casey suddenly spoke up, not caring the barber could see him stroking his cock. ‘Shit!’ he suddenly thought to himself, ‘why not let this guy suck him off when his finished, It’s not like anyone will know.’  So Casey stopped stroking and thought he’d have some pleasure courtesy of this barber.  It wasn’t long before Adrian had finished, putting down his clippers, he went to turn Casey towards the mirror. “What do you think?”  “It’s kinda short, the shortest it’s ever been.” Said Casey moving his head from side to side. It did give him a definite edginess. Adrian had taken the hair down to a few inches so that it would stand up nice and spiky when wax was applied.  “Yeah, but you can hardly notice the thinning now.” Added Adrian.  Adrian started to rub some wax through the hair, making it stand up. He had to agree, his hair looked a lot thicker now.  Adrian went to remove the cape from around Casey, and found himself looking at Casey’s huge rod, now unencumbered by his jeans.  “Would you like a little help with that?” grinned the barber.  “If you insist”, returned Casey hardly believing he was letting this guy suck him off.  Adrian hungrily sucked on Casey’s 10inch cock, savoring every inch of it – it had been a long time since he’d had any cock himself, orally or anally.  Casey couldn’t believe how horny he was feeling – he spewed his cum in no time, Adrian swallowing every last drop.  Feeling slightly embarrassed, Casey asked for the formula. “I have to go, you’ve got that stuff for me?”  “Sure thing!” Adrian went to get the bottles of the special hair lotion.  Casey was getting use to his new shorter hairstyle. It had been a couple of weeks since his visit to the barber – who had kindly given him this hair formula – free of charge. Well he did get a suck of my dick out of it, Casey had conceitedly thought to himself. He’d been using it twice a day, swallowing two tablespoons each time as Adrian had instructed him. He had noticed he was putting on some extra flab but for some reason he didn’t seem too concerned. He just put it down to not going to the gym lately, for some reason he couldn’t get motivated. He kept telling himself he’d get back into it real soon. He consoled himself with masturbating every moment he got. Again he wondered about the increased sex drive but then shrugged it off. His appetite had also increased, four-fold, but again he put this down to his lethargy and concern about his hair loss.  It wasn’t until he noticed the hair on his chest he started to get concerned. It was definitely thicker and darker than he remembered. Was it a side-effect of the formula?  He decided he’d better call in on Adrian.  The next day, Casey was once again in the barbers chair. “Look at all this hair, Adrian! This can’t be normal” protested Casey as he unbuttoned his shirt to expose his chest.  Adrian noticed the decreased muscle in Adrian specs, but hardly noticeable due to the thick wiry hair growing all over them.  “Well the formula is still in it’s experimental stages – I was told that an increase in all hair growth not just head – was possible.” Said Adrian, trying to appear concerned.  “I could get rid of it for you if you like, so it wont grow back.”  “What do you mean? Shaving my body hair off?”  “I could get rid of it permanently if you like.” Adrian started to sound a little sinister.  “Shit man! I’m not into the freaky shit like you.” Casey shot back.  “Well you could get a lot hairier, I’m just not sure.”  “I like the hair. Makes me look older.” Casey said stroking the hair on his chest.  “No problem. Now let’s take a look at your crown. Hmm! Looks like we’ve stopped the loss, I’ll just put some of this ‘hair thickener’ on it. It attaches itself to the hair shaft and plumps it up”. Adrian took a mysterious unlabelled jar from a high shelf on the cupboard.  “I used this myself when I started to go bald.”  Indeed, Adrian had used it himself, but remember – he wanted to go thin on top. Of course Casey had forgotten about all that.  “Can I have some of that stuff?” Casey cheekily asked.  “Sure thing – but use it sparingly!” Adrian knew Casey would use way too much.  ONE WEEK LATER  Casey still hadn’t been near the gym. In fact he didn’t think about it much. For some reason, he thought he was looking better with a little extra weight. However, he was alarmed at how his body hair was increasing. Although it made him look very virile, it seemed to be spreading all over his body. It was also black hair! His body hair had always been blonde. Now it was black – on his legs, arms chest and pubes. He just kept telling himself it was worth it if it meant his head hair would grow. The following morning he went to have his shower and shave, finally putting the ‘hair thickener’ through the hair on top. As he ran his brush through it, he was alarmed to see a lot of blonde hair in the brush. Taking a hand mirror, he looked at the crown area. Sure enough, white scalp was showing through.  “How is this possible? You said I had nothing to worry about, that this ‘wonder formula’ would help grow my hair!” ranted Casey as he sat, once again, in Adrian’s barber chair.  He’d rushed over as soon as he saw the growing bald spot on his head – even though it was barely noticeable.  “Well it is growing hair for you, just not on your head.” Responded Adrian as he pretended to look at Casey’s crown.  “Oh yeah! You’re a real comedian. What are you going to do about this? Your responsible! You gave me that experimental shit!” Casey spat back.  “Calm down Casey, I’m not sure it was the formula. It could have been the combination of using the thickener. Remember, the hair wasn’t falling out while you were taking the formula. I think if anything, you need to increase the dose.”  “What?” Casey’s mouth opened wide.  Adrian tried to sound convincing, “start taking the stuff four times a day, that should help stop whatever caused the reaction with the hair thickener. Look, I was just about to have a coffee – how about I make that two?”  “Ah, yeah! I did rush out the door this morning – thanks.” Replied Casey, starting to calm down, “ so you really think I’ll get the right results with increasing the dose?”  Adrian was already out back getting the coffee - yelling back, “ Oh yes Casey, I can guarantee it.”  When he returned with the coffees he was careful to give Casey the right cup.  Before finishing the coffee, Casey was out like a light.  Adrian went to work immediately. He went to take Casey’s wallet out of his pocket, finding his driver’s license, he copied down the address. Next he placed a set of headphones over his ears connected to a CD player. Switching it on he started the disc, which would play subliminal messages suggestions that Casey’s real sexual appetite could only be satisfied by the same sex. He was more interested in man sex than female!  After one hour, Adrian brought Casey back round with the aid of some smelling salts.  Obviously, the recording had worked as Casey was sporting a full erection.  Before Casey could say anything, Adrian was quick to say something first; “You should try and get more sleep you know – all this hair loss worry is obviously causing sleepless nights!”  “Wh? Oh! Casey started to say.  “Looks like something else is wide awake,” Adrian added, pointing to Casey’s huge rod.  Although he felt groggy, he couldn’t believe how horny he felt – going straight for the zip and letting his dripping cock out of its cage. Starting to stroke it he seemed to be oblivious to Adrian.  “Why don’t I take care of that for you,” Adrian smiled and before Casey could answer, had taken the cock fully in his mouth – sucking deep – up and down.  Casey moaned, closing his eyes and then taking Adrian’s head in his hands and guiding it up and down increasing the rhythm. Why was he getting so turned on? Then he remembered none of his girlfriends had serviced him like this before. Gay guys sure know what turns guys on – why had he been so reluctant to try this he thought to himself? Suddenly, he felt the top of Adrian’s head – feeling the smoothness of the scalp. It made him even hornier, noting the difference between the horseshoe of buzzed hair, then bare skin. He started to rub his hands all over Adrian’s scalp. Adrian realized the drugs he had been feeding the kid were working better than he ever thought possible.  THE FOLLOWING WEEK  As it neared 7.30 pm Adrian arrived at Casey’s apartment. When Casey answered the door, Adrian realized the kid had listened to him and increased his daily dose of the ‘special hair growth formula’. He had a very advanced five o’clock shadow, contrasting with his blonde hair. He seemed bulkier too – as he was wearing a loose t-shirt and track pants. Suddenly, Casey was looking at a big guy dressed in leathers. He had a balaclava over his face, but Casey felt there was something familiar about the figure before him. Before he could react, he felt something spray him in the face. That was the last he remembered.  Adrian took the slumped figure to his bedroom. Then, laying him on his bed he produced a set of headphones and a portable CD player. Pressing play, Casey wanted to enforce the subliminal messages he had given Casey the previous week. He then went to work – getting his electrolysis needle from out of his duffle bag. Turning it on he started on the crown area, removing the growing hair strand by strand. He worked on an area only about 3 inch in diameter – no need to overdo it yet. Once finished, he was amazed at the whiteness of Casey’s newly created bald patch. He sprayed an analgesic on the area that would mask the soreness of the needle. Next he took some special bonding glue and set about fixing some of the hair strands back on the bald patch. The procedure took about 2 hours, but soon most of the bald patch was hidden by hair – newly glued into place. Adrian left the remaining hairs he hadn’t used, on Casey’s pillow. Turning the CD off which had been continually playing, Adrian went to bring his captive round. As the boys eyes opened his gaze fell upon a shiny object moving in front of his eyes, a familiar voice could be heard but he couldn’t place it.  “Casey! Look at the crystal, how shiny and bright it is. It’s making you feel so relaxed, your eyes feel heavy, you need to close them………..”  Adrian continued to fully hypnotize Casey. This was something he’d picked up on one of his journeys to the orient. A mystic had picked up on Adrian’s ‘special abilities’ like his mind-reading and suggested he expand on these. Hypnosis was one of the things he learnt through the mysterious Chinese man he met.  “You are going to come to Adrian’s Barbershop, tomorrow. You will trust his advice and let him cut your hair, the way he sees fit. When he says ‘Your body hair has gotten way too long,’ you will reply ‘I know but what can I do about it?’ He will reply,’ I can get rid of that nasty old hair.’ As soon as you hear these words you will be under his control, unable to move but feeling totally relaxed, totally trusting of the barber. He is your master from that moment on – do you understand, Casey?”  “Yes,” came a sheepish response.  “When you hear the words, ‘there, doesn’t that look better slave!’ you will be totally yourself again, unaware the barber has been controlling your mind. But you will want to do as your master instructs, no matter how much you disagree. Now I want you to stop shaving as well – you hate having to shave, you only enjoy it when the barber shaves you, it makes you very horny, you can’t get enough of the blade going over your skin, clearing all the white, creamy lather.  Do you understand my instructions?” Adrian added softly, but directly.  “Yes.”  Adrian was now ready to bring the kid around. “You will awake feeling very relaxed unable to remember what happened tonight, you will gradually feel sleepy again and will sleep until morning. As I count to 3 your eyes will start to open, you will feel fine but still very tired. Adrian packed up his things and went to the door. “1…starting to wake now.” He closed the door slowly behind him, “2…you are nearly awake, unaware of my presence. 3…your eyes are fully opened now.” Adrian softly closed the bedroom door behind him.  Casey’s eyes met the ceiling. He remembered some funny dream he’d been having but realized he was still very tired. Rolling over to his side he went back to sleep, unaware as Adrian left the apartment.  Casey awoke in the morning feeling very refreshed, but soon cried out as he saw the blonde hair strands on his pillow. He ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror – and to his horror, his bald patch seemed more noticeable than ever.  When he arrived at Adrian’s shop he was relieved to find there were no customers waiting. Even though he was angry with Adrian and his ‘magic tonic’ for some reason he seemed to trust him, “What am I going to do? It really looks like I’m going to go bald, at this rate.” Casey moaned as he sat in the chair, once again.  Fixing the cape around him, Adrian added, “Maybe you should let me take it a little shorter on top? The thinning will be less obvious.”  Even though he wasn’t sure about loosing anymore of his hair, he felt he should agree. It wasn’t long before the clippers were fired up and working their way up the back of Casey’s hair. Adrian noticed the immediate effect it had on the kids cock. “Feel free to enjoy yourself Casey.” He added, no reducing the sides to stubble.  “Do you want me to keep using the clippers some more?”  “Yeah – please!” Casey said dreamily, unable to understand why he was getting off on this haircut.  Adrian changed guards and went back over the areas he’d shaved. “Here, let me get rid of this.” And with that he whipped off the cape, exposing Casey’s oversized genitals. Adrian realized that the growth steroids and added testosterone were giving this boy a great set of cock and balls. ‘Amazing’, he thought to himself. Turning the clippers off, he took a pair of scissors and started to trim the hair on the top.  “Have you finished with the clippers already?” Casey suddenly asked, letting go of his penis.  “Sure have, unless you want to go shorter?” Adrian grinned continuing on with the cutting.  Casey realized he had practically no hair left on the sides – no he didn’t want to go this short , but the barber was trying to help his hair loss. Besides, he was missing the clipper action.  Of course, while Adrian had been using the scissors and comb, the hair he’d glued back onto the scalp the previous night was coming out. More and more scalp was showing. He didn’t show this to Casey. Finally, he finished the trimming of the top hairs and produced a mirror.  “Man! That’s worse Adrian. I can’t believe how much scalp is showing!”  Adrian put down the mirror, “It must have been the thickness of your hair, it hid the extent of the male pattern baldness. Well, I have got an idea, but it’s pretty radical, it means some shaving with the blade. It’s a style they call high’n’tight – very popular in the military.”  Casey’s eyes widened, as he remembered the customer Adrian had been working on the previous week. As he had watched that guy get his high’n’tight cut he had become very turned on. In fact, he now noticed his cock dripping precum. “That short!” he said after a moment.  “Well, with that sort of cut, no one can tell whether your loosing your hair or not. It is a very masculine cut and certainly wont make you look as old as someone loosing their hair. And if you don’t like it you can always grow it back.” Said Adrian starting up the lather machine without waiting.  “I don’t know, man. I’ve never worn my hair that short.” Casey said getting more aroused by the moment.  “Trust me, Casey.”  “Oh! Sure Adrian.” He replied not knowing why he felt so guided by this man.  “You wont be sorry.” And with that, Casey suddenly heard a high pitched sound of edging trimmers.  Bringing them up over the thinning crown, Casey was amazed to see them removing the remaining hair on his crown. Adrian brought them up over the top finishing a few inches from the front hairline, creating a very large ‘landing strip’ on top. He left a classic horseshoe of hair finishing just near the crown, only standing an inch high.  When Adrian went to smooth the warm lather over the sides and landing strip, Casey was having trouble preventing himself from coming. He knew he had to wait for the ‘straight razor, that was the part he was looking forward to.  Slowly the blade glided over the short stubble, leaving smooth white skin in it’s wake.  When the blade started on the top of his scalp, Casey couldn’t stop himself from cumming. He shot his load straight onto the top of the counter. Emptying himself fully, he said, “sorry about that, but I couldn’t help myself. That was a amazing.”  “I thought you might like that!” replied Adrian.  Finishing up, Casey couldn’t get over the ‘new, look. He had to admit it looked hot! And even though he was practically bald – he didn’t look like he had male pattern baldness anymore. He rubbed his hand over the newly shaved skin. “Yeah! Maybe I could get use to this .The skin’s pretty white though.”  “Oh! I have just the thing.” Exclaimed Adrian, opening a drawer and producing a small tube. “It’s a Tanning accelerator, works real quick.” He began to rub some of the cream over the newly exposed scalp.  “Now, you’ll probably need to come back soon if you decide you want to stick with this cut.”  Casey started to wipe himself up with a damp towel that Adrian had offered, “Yeah! I think this style is growing on me.”  TWO WEEKS LATER  Casey had liked his new haircut, he noticed the extra look from a lot of the guys he passed. But he missed his thick blonde locks, so he had decided to let his hair grow again. The only problem was as the hair grew back in on the top, he could see his ‘bald patch’ again. He was now wearing a very thick, full beard. He liked the hair on his face, although he was surprised how quickly he had grown it. And hadn’t it been blonde?  No matter, he liked the look – now what to do about his hair? He felt Adrian would be able to tell him.  “Wow! That beards coming along well. I hardly recognize you Casey.” Said Adrian, looking up from his paper as Casey walked into the barbershop.  “Wish the hair on my head would match,” replied a slightly dejected Casey.  “So, how did you like the ‘high’n’tight? Ready to go there again?” Adrian said cheerfully, offering him the barbers chair.  “I liked it for a change, but I think it’s too high maintenance. I think something a little more conservative would be more me.” Casey replied. Do you have any suggestions?”  “Well, I could trim your beard for you, firstly and then maybe look at letting you keep a little more hair on your head.”  “Yeah! Just nothing too radical, okay?” said Casey starting to feel more at ease.  “Sure son.” Adrian assured him. Then he pointed at the top of Casey’s open neck  shirt. “Your body hair has gotten way too long.”  Casey felt this a strange statement but felt compelled to say, “I know but what can I do about it?”  Adrian replied in stronger tone, “I can get rid of that nasty old hair.”  Casey’s eyes glazed over, softly he replied “Yes master!”  Adrian knew he had Casey in his complete control.  It had been a few hours but Adrian had enjoyed every moment, working on his ‘new slave’. “There! Doesn’t that look better slave?” He said surveying the naked boy before him. Though now, Casey didn’t look much like a boy.  Casey started to blink, then trying to focus, he saw what appeared to be Adrian in front.  As he focused, his mind started to race. What had happened? Shit! That was him in front. Where was his clothing, he looked so fat, how had he let himself get this way. Hang on, he was suddenly aware he was missing all the thick dark body hair he’d gotten use too. The smooth skin magnified how huge his belly had become. As Casey looked towards his face, he hardly recognized himself. His beard had been reduced to a well trimmed goatee, still thick but now jet black. It seemed darker because his face seemed to be more tanned than he remembered, older! His eyebrows were thicker then he remembered but well trimmed. His hair was the same jet black, but the horseshoe of hair had been buzzed down matching the hair that had re-grown on the sides.  “What in the hell have you down!” he almost screamed as he found his mouth.  “Shut up slave, your ready for phase two. I want you to be fully awake for this part.”  Adrian said as he got a leather strap and fastened it around Casey’s smooth chest.  Casey tried to struggle but realized his arms and legs were already restrained.  Suddenly an unfamiliar sound was heard, a buzzing. Before he could say anything a huge rubber gag of some type was shoved into his protesting mouth.  “This is more permanent than the cream I used on your body, but I think your ready for the haircut I feel best suited to your hair loss. A real full on case of male pattern baldness. Known as a number 7 on the Norwood Scale. We’re going to look like twins when I’ve finished with making you bald.”  Tears started to form in Casey’s eyes as he felt the needle on the top of his head. “This will teach you to be so full of your self son. The fact is, your not going bald at all. I’ve created all that has happened to you. Since you gave me such a hard time about my baldness, I think it’s only fitting you get to experience real male pattern baldness. And as an added bonus, your looking even older than my 30 years. I think we can edge you up a few more years, and maybe increase that jolly belly.”  Casey wished he’d never come into this barbershop, but it was all too late. Even though this barber was changing him he had a strong desire to be with him, trust him. But as the needle killed off more of his hair he felt at odds with himself. This wasn’t what he wanted, or was it. Slowly the electrolysis needle was removing the front hairline, but at the same time he was shocked to see his now hairless cock, fully erect.  “Good to see your starting to enjoy this slave! Wait till you feel the smoothness of having no hair on top, and never having to worry about shaving because I know you don’t like shaving. Although I know you enjoy me shaving you with the straight razor so I’ve got that great beard to keep in order.” Adrian laughed as he widened the area of hair removal. Casey looked at the new him in the mirror. He could feel the needle at the back of his head, creating a large dip in baldness. What would he tell his friends?  He didn’t know it then but he wouldn’t be seeing his friends again.  “Hmm! This is a great look for you slave, I think we might let the sides grow and get you looking like a real geezer. But I think you need some piercings when I’ve finished here, so you’ll really look like my twin brother.” Adrian’s laugh was starting to sound sinister. Casey couldn’t believe his ears. He wasn’t up to anymore needles.  Still the electrolysis needle kept buzzing, removing the hair, root and all, and Casey could feel every prick of the needle.

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Aglovale de Galis or Agloval de Galles (also Aglaval(e), Agglovale, Aglovan, Aglovaus, etc.) is the eldest legitimate son of King Pellinore of Galis (Wales), introduced in the Vulgate Lancelot. Like his father and several of his brothers including Drian, Lamorak, Percival and Tor, he too is a Knight of the Round Table. He is often the favourite brother of Percival, the original Grail Hero.

"Queen Guenever's Peril." Alfred Kappes' illustration for

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According to the Post Vulgate Cycle and Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur, it is he who first brings Percival to Camelot to be knighted. In the Livre d'Artus, the young Aglovale had his further brothers killed during the Saxon wars by the forces of King Agrippa in their attack on his mother's domain. Aglovale accompanied Gawain and Sagramore in leading an army that defeats the invaders, and personally slays Agrippa but suffers severe wounds. In the Third Continuation of Perceval, Aglovale dies seven years after Percival became the Grail King, causing Percival's retirement to a hermitage to grieve after his beloved brother for his last ten years.[9] In the Vulgate Cycle, Aglovale dies accidentally at Gawain's hand during the Quest for the Holy Grail. However, the Post-Vulgate Queste turns it into a deliberate murder, a part of the Orkney clan's long vendetta for the death of King Lot, assuring that Percival would have avenged his brother if he only knew the culprit.[10] In Malory, Aglovale is mentioned only a few times before he and Tor turn out among the knights charged by King Arthur with defending the execution of Guinevere and both are killed when Lancelot and his men rescue the queen.

Aglovale appears prominently in the Dutch romance Moriaen. In a situation similar to Gahmuret's begetting of Feirefiz in Parzival, Aglovale visits Moorish lands in Africa where he meets a beautiful black Christian princess and conceives a child with her. He returns to his own lands, and thirteen years later, his son Morien comes to find him. After a number of adventures, father and son are reunited and both return to Morien's country to take back their rightful lands.

In modern works, Aglovale is the eponymous protagonist of Clemence Housman's 1905 novel The Life of Sir Aglovale de Galis. T. H. White's book The Once and Future King gives him a particularly endearing portrait.

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Fragments of a Sovereign - (Loki x OC) Chapter 1

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The house looked modest in size, and although you wouldn’t go as far to say that it was run-down, there hadn’t been any special effort to properly maintain the street-facing facade, giving it the same unassuming look as its neighbours. The everyday passerby wouldn’t give it a backwards glance.

Forseti retrieved from the pocket of his cloak, a piece of paper with an address written in eloquent script. He checked it once, looked at the iron number plate and with a confirmatory nod, slipped his hand back in his pocket and swapped the note for a paper envelope, bearing an elaborate seal in a vivid green. He then looked up and down the quiet street once before he rapped smartly on the plain wood.

A few moments later the door opened a crack, and a balding, round face peered at him through the few inches of space in the doorway.

“Hello,” the voice was gruff, wary.

“You are known as Drian?”

“Who’s asking?”

“We have recently been in correspondence,” Forseti held out the envelope, “I trust this is satisfactory?”

The man—Drian, if Forseti was correct about his identity—snatched the envelope  through the door and turned his back to it. Forseti could see him reading the contents in the shadows of the house.

The door was opened wide 10 seconds later, a grin taking up the whole half of Drian’s face. Perhaps the smile was meant to be hospitable, but it reminded Forseti a little too much of the carved squashes he had seen on Midguard, a popular way of decorating for one of their quaint Autumnal holidays, or so he had heard.

“My apologies sir,” Drian’s tone had turned servile, if not simpering, “I have to consider the safety of those I house here. I’m sure you are aware of those crazed revolutionaries who oppose the trade.”

While he was speaking he had led the visitor through a door into what Forseti assumed was the heart of the house. Emerging from the dimly-lit foyer, he was momentarily blinded by the bright colours of the room; every surface seemed to be adorned in glitter and gilt, a faux luxury tackiness that was common occurrence in places like Elmside.

“Of course,” Forseti nodded, and let his cloak be taken by a scantily-clad brunette, bowing her head subserviently and fluttering her lashes up at him.

“Was there anything else you wanted sir?” Her voice reminded him of a female he had purchased on behalf of his master some 150 years ago, and he had to train himself to keep the polite smile on his face, despite the knee-jerk need to wince at the grating high-pitch.

He relayed his denial and she nodded and stepped away, presumably to hang up his cloak somewhere.

“We have the pick of suitable girls here,” Drian said, leading the way to a pair of golden leather sofas, “—it was a girl you wanted?”

“A woman, yes.”

“Ah, yes, yes, a woman. Do sit down, refreshments will be served while I make preparations.”

Drian disappeared through a door on the right and Forseti was left to sink into the seat, the cushions sagging underneath him. Already he was feeling doubts about the expedition. Drian was like any other pimp he had met, and if they were all like the one that had taken his cloak, they would be unsuitable. His master tended to go for the bolshy types, but after a recent run where none of the women brought to him lasted a month, it was time for a change.

“I’m so terribly bored,” the king had pouted a few days ago, lounging on the chaise, “Go and find me someone new to play with.”

And so Forseti had sought out a new house to make a deal with (Not one in Elmside, as far as his master was concerned they were all cheap whores), a letter of interest was sent and now here he was, finding a new pet for the king.

Presently the door that Drian had exited was opened and a young woman stepped out, bearing a silver tray with glasses and a bottle. She bobbed a curtsy as she entered, then set the tray down on a dark wood coffee table and went about pouring the drink, a rich red wine into the two glasses.

Forseti studied her as she went about the work. The tight short purple dress she wore didn’t leave much for the imagination. Her hair was blonde, tied up in a bun and showing off her unadorned neck. When she was done she took up position in the corner of the room, hands clasped in front.

Forseti turned away from her when Drian returned, setting his portly self down on the adjacent sofa.

“We are ready.”

And so it began.

Forseti watched as one by one, the females entered through the door, walked in a circle then waited in front of him as he asked some questions. What was their name? (“Don’t give me her if her name is something ridiculous. I can’t perform if I have that to moan that every night,” his master had said.) What do you like to do in your free time? Why do you want to serve the king?

They were all the same. All the same simpering smiles. The same skimpy outfit. The same sycophantic rhetoric about how much they adored the king and would do absolutely anything for him.

Forseti took a tentative sip of the wine and grimaced. Just as he thought. An old trick. Ply the client with strong wine and drive a hard bargain. He waved over the slave in the corner.

“Sir?”

“You couldn’t get me a cup of tea could you?”

“Yes sir, of course,” she nodded and went out.

“Would you like to see one of the girls closer?” asked Drian, who had been scrutinising Forseti’s reaction to the line-up.

“No need. I can see perfectly well from here.”

“Of course,” Drian replied, though his smile was strained.

The woman returned a few minutes later with the silver tray, this time holding a china tea set with a burgundy and gold chevron pattern.

“What’s your name?” Forseti asked as she delicately poured the tea.

“Sylubelle, sir.” Pretty, if not a little whimsical.

“How long have you been here?”

“300 years sir.” A long time, but some of them did start young. There were no laws against it, the poor sods. Though most of them were at least 16 before they started any carnal activities.

“So you are experienced?”

“Yes sir. I have been doing this a long time.”

Her voice was soft. Forseti was thankful for it, given that he would be the one kept up by their screaming in the middle of the night. He decided to press further, seeing that the tea was poured as she was straightening up the tray to ready her return to her post.

“If you were to serve the king, would you be willing?”

She looked up at this line of inquiry and Forseti noted her eyes, a pale shade of grey.

“Of course, but I do not believe I would have the honour.”

“You may well do.”

The woman named Sylubelle nodded. “Would that be all sir?”

“Yes, thank you.”

She bowed her head and retreated with the tray.

Drian, who had been watching the exchange with keen interest, asked

“Anything you like?”

“There may well be,” Forseti replied, taking a sip of his tea, “To confirm, they are all for sale?”

“Yes,” Drian’s smile was magnanimous, “One in particular has caught your eye?”

“Let us discuss after the show.” Tea first. Business later

[caer-gai]

"Ooopsie doopsie I'm your Dad."

- Pellinore, probably

[calmingpi]

Fuck it im finishing this bitch TONIGHT!!! I am going to do it!!! Fuck h*drian rakethorne you cant stop me sir!!!!

I think at this point the reason i havent finished this drawing is due to how much i hate staring at rakethorne in it

[grailheroine-a]

@oforkney liked for a starter

“ —– sir agravain. i wasn’t aware you had returned. ”

dindraine tended to avoid him, along with the rest of his family. considering she had already lost two brothers to the feud that existed between their families, she wasn’t very keen to be near any of them. and then there were drian and tor who were worried about her every time she chose to spend time at camelot. but she had as much right to be here as gawain and his brothers had.

“ if you require healer larkin, he has gone out to fetch herbs for some remedies. i am sure he will return soon. ”

of course she could treat him if he had something that needed to be tended to, the brunette was properly trained as a healer, but she doubted he would want any help from her.

[gringolet]

GAYEST ARTHURIAN TEXT BRACKET ROUND 2:

propaganda:

Bisclavret:

- “Honestly if you don't know Bisclavret I don't know what you're doing here; it was literally taught on my university course as an example of potentail overlap between medieval studies and queer theory, it is spectacularly resonant in its themes of identity, personhood, situation of self in class and romantic-dynastic-sexual systems. The devotion of the knight to his king expressed without any of the trappings of knighthood or even a human voice. It is about yearning, it is about love, it is about love-as-loyalty, it is the literal 'let me be your hound', it is the werewolf as the outsider as the lover. When the knight awakes in the king's bed, returned to himself through love, he is greeted with rapturous joy and kisses and embraces. I really don't know what else I can say.”

- “the king…. the werewolf… I thought they were…. no, it couldn’t be….”

- “gay werewolves. need i say more???”

- “he gave him over 100 kisses <3”

- as someone who literally did my ma dissertation on werewolves i can confirm they have historically been inherently queercoded

Prose Lancelot:

- “this is the one where Galehaut gives up fighting Arthur because Lancelot bats his eyelashes at him. He spends a solid chunk of time living in chaste polyamory with Guinevere AND Lancelot. later they get separated and Galehaut dies for love because he thinks Lancelot is dead. Lancelot buries him with his own hands and tries to die by his side.This is Also the one where Gauvain says he wishes he was a woman just so he could bang Lancelot and Guinevere goes "same".”

- “GALEHAUT. Galehaut “had given [Lancelot] his heart with a love greater than loyal companionship alone could make a man feel for someone outside his family”, surrendered to Arthur for Lancelot, stepped over his own broken heart to help him be together with Guinevere, and then died of grief when he thought Lancelot had perished. Also, the remarkable bond of Lancelot and Gawain + Gawain saying he’d turn into a beautiful lady for Lancelot.”

- “Giving up on conquering the enrite kingdom because you want to be besties with Lancelot is pretty gay ngl”

- “Then Sir Gawain thought a little, like a man who believe he would never be well again. “If God were to grant me my health,” he said, “I'd immediately wish to be the most beautiful maiden in the world, happy and healthy, on condition that he would love me above all others, all his life and mine.” (Lancelot-Grail The Old French Arthurian Vulgate and Post-Vulgate in Translation, volume III, General Editor Norris J. Lacy, p.270)”

- “Going for sheer volume & variety here. Galehaut alone is worth the vote but Gawain's "I wish I was a woman so Lancelot would love me" line is just unparalleled. There's also a character named Drian the Gay rescued from a cursed coffin & as we all know, goths are queer on every axis. I rest my case.”

- “many reasons (galehauts whole thing…) but in particular remarkable reasons. that thing gawain says about wishing he was turned into a maiden on the condition that lancelot loves him for his whole life is a lot to me in particular in a multitude of queer ways”

[kristablogs]

The Nigerian prince scam is still fooling people. Here’s why.

The scam has evolved over time. (Pixabay/)

Before there was Elizabeth Holmes or the Fyre Festival, there was the Nigerian prince. For decades, this digital hustler has been seeping through spam filters to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: Dear beloved, he writes, I’m a wayward royal coming to you with an incredible investment opportunity. Mr. Sir, he says, did you know you have millions of dollars unclaimed in a Western Union account? I can help you get it out. All he needs is a small cash advance or a bank account number to complete the wire transfer. Then, these unexpected riches are yours.

Most people know this for what it is: a scam. Also known as the 419 fraud, the Nigerian prince is a variation on the centuries-old Spanish prisoner swindle, an advance-fee scam that emerged after the French Revolution, where people sent handwritten letters soliciting help for a (non-existent) nobleman falsely imprisoned. While it’s closely associated with the early internet, the Nigerian prince first went global in the 1980s when West African fraudsters began snail-mailing scam letters around the world. Today, it seems more like a punchline than a real threat, but the Nigerian prince still gets paid: in 2018, the con brought in more than $700,000 from Americans alone.

But fraudsters are using the foundational psychology of the 419 fraud in more innovative and dangerous ways, too. “We all used to snicker at [the Nigerian prince] 15 or 20 years ago,” says Armen Najarian, the chief identity officer at Agari. But “that Nigerian prince has grown up, has gone to college, has learned a thing or two, and has found a new lucrative career.” What once seemed like a simple, isolated grift has evolved into a trillion-dollar threat.

Social engineering

The 419 flimflam is perhaps the best-known example of social engineering, a range of strategies that fraudsters use to manipulate their targets into sharing personal or confidential information and enable further attack.

Jacob Dorval, global director of the adversary group at SecureWorks, leads a team of ethical hackers who simulate attacks to identify weak spots in a client’s security protocol. He says most social engineering attacks begin with a form of phishing—an email, phone call, or even in-person interaction with a seemingly trustworthy source who’s really after your private data.

“Right now, a perfect example of it would be coronavirus,” Dorval says. A hacker could create a false public health warning and circulate the spoofed page to employees at a targeted company. “Maybe it pops up with an exact replica of your HR page and it says, you must login in to view the advisory. Or perhaps it’s just a link that says, click here,” he says. “It wouldn’t look abnormal to you in any way, but the moment you open that file, it could launch malicious activity.”

Instead of asking for money, like the Nigerian prince, fraudsters now seek personal information. And where the Nigerian prince was often satisfied with a few wire transfers, accessing your passwords and personal identifiers is just the first step in a much larger plan.

Right now, the FBI is concerned with business email compromise, or BEC, which involves targeting an employee with access to their company’s financial infrastructure and duping them into moving money to the scammers.

One variation of this is called the “CEO scam,” where a fraudster spoofs the CEO of a company and demands that an invoice be remitted immediately. If the subordinate follows orders, they will have unwittingly transferred the funds to the fraudsters. (Some go even further: between 2015 and 2017, scammers impersonating France’s defense minister Jean-Yves Le Drian in elaborately-staged Skype calls, made $90 million.)

A similar strategy called vendor email compromise, or VEC, is also on the rise, with Agari predicting it will be the number one attack type in 2020. In a typical scenario, a fraudster will create an invoice that looks identical to the real vendor’s, save for the bank account information. When the company issues payment, it once again ends up in the scammer’s account.

In the past, such cons were a numbers game. The more people a charlatan targeted, the more likely they were to find a victim. That’s still true, but attacks today are also more sophisticated. “The Nigerian prince—that was effectively spam,” Najarian says. “There was nothing bespoke about it.” Now, scams are so personalized, even the most careful or skeptical employees are at risk. “It just takes one small mistake,” Dorval says.

The phrase “Cybersecurity” may evoke international rings of hackers equipped with cutting-edge machinery as portrayed in so many movies. But fraud doesn’t have to be high-tech to succeed, as social engineering preys primarily on human weakness. “People are the weakest link when it comes to security,” Dorval says. Some people may be at more risk than others—millennials actually report higher rates of fraud than older Americans, according to the Federal Trade Commission—but anyone could fall prey to the power play of a CEO scam or the allure or a romance racket. Why break in when you can trick someone into opening the door?

No matter the target, successful social engineering can have serious repercussions. Juniper Research, which forecasts trends in digital technology, estimates business losses stemming from cybercrime hit $3 trillion worldwide in 2019. No one is safe from the fallout. Moody’s recently downgraded Equifax over an epic data breach, marking the first time a company has had its credit downgraded over a cybersecurity issue that affected hundreds of millions of people. And, as FBI agent Michael Sohn of the Los Angeles Cyber Division told Wired, “[w]hen a small business gets scammed out of $200,000 or $500,00 they’re just done, they’re no longer in business.”

Fighting back

Just as you don’t need sophisticated technology to conduct a social engineering scam, you don’t need crazy schemes to fight it. Multi-factor authentication, which requires one or more levels of identification beyond a password, is a good first step in fighting fraud, says Lukasz Olejnik, an independent cybersecurity researcher and advisor. So too is ensuring that your passwords are different for every account, so that if one is breached, the others don’t fall like dominoes. But don’t keep them on a Post-It—a digital password manager is just as easy and much safer.

Still, many companies are also turning to artificial intelligence to enhance their fraud detection processes in an effort to keep humans out of the process completely. Organizations with automated phishing responses detect 44 times more malicious messages than employees, according to Agari. And that’s important, because Agari reports that 60 percent of employee-reported incidents are false-positives anyway. The benefits of AI likely appear in your personal email, too, as Gmail’s machine learning-enhanced platform reportedly blocks 99.9 percent of spam.

The one prevention strategy that doesn’t work is shame, says Olejnik. Anyone can fall prey to a social engineering scheme, so punishing, firing, or even suing the employees who do is not only unfair, it doesn’t address the larger problem. While management may feel they’ve taken a stand, they’re just as vulnerable as they always were.

The Nigerian prince may not be as successful as he once was, but he remains the perfect metaphor for an ever-evolving threat. Fraud “is usually a matter of when it’s going to happen, not if it’s going to happen,” Dorval says, whether royalty’s involved or not.

[scootoaster]

The Nigerian prince scam is still fooling people. Here’s why.

The scam has evolved over time. (Pixabay/)

Before there was Elizabeth Holmes or the Fyre Festival, there was the Nigerian prince. For decades, this digital hustler has been seeping through spam filters to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: Dear beloved, he writes, I’m a wayward royal coming to you with an incredible investment opportunity. Mr. Sir, he says, did you know you have millions of dollars unclaimed in a Western Union account? I can help you get it out. All he needs is a small cash advance or a bank account number to complete the wire transfer. Then, these unexpected riches are yours.

Most people know this for what it is: a scam. Also known as the 419 fraud, the Nigerian prince is a variation on the centuries-old Spanish prisoner swindle, an advance-fee scam that emerged after the French Revolution, where people sent handwritten letters soliciting help for a (non-existent) nobleman falsely imprisoned. While it’s closely associated with the early internet, the Nigerian prince first went global in the 1980s when West African fraudsters began snail-mailing scam letters around the world. Today, it seems more like a punchline than a real threat, but the Nigerian prince still gets paid: in 2018, the con brought in more than $700,000 from Americans alone.

But fraudsters are using the foundational psychology of the 419 fraud in more innovative and dangerous ways, too. “We all used to snicker at [the Nigerian prince] 15 or 20 years ago,” says Armen Najarian, the chief identity officer at Agari. But “that Nigerian prince has grown up, has gone to college, has learned a thing or two, and has found a new lucrative career.” What once seemed like a simple, isolated grift has evolved into a trillion-dollar threat.

Social engineering

The 419 flimflam is perhaps the best-known example of social engineering, a range of strategies that fraudsters use to manipulate their targets into sharing personal or confidential information and enable further attack.

Jacob Dorval, global director of the adversary group at SecureWorks, leads a team of ethical hackers who simulate attacks to identify weak spots in a client’s security protocol. He says most social engineering attacks begin with a form of phishing—an email, phone call, or even in-person interaction with a seemingly trustworthy source who’s really after your private data.

“Right now, a perfect example of it would be coronavirus,” Dorval says. A hacker could create a false public health warning and circulate the spoofed page to employees at a targeted company. “Maybe it pops up with an exact replica of your HR page and it says, you must login in to view the advisory. Or perhaps it’s just a link that says, click here,” he says. “It wouldn’t look abnormal to you in any way, but the moment you open that file, it could launch malicious activity.”

Instead of asking for money, like the Nigerian prince, fraudsters now seek personal information. And where the Nigerian prince was often satisfied with a few wire transfers, accessing your passwords and personal identifiers is just the first step in a much larger plan.

Right now, the FBI is concerned with business email compromise, or BEC, which involves targeting an employee with access to their company’s financial infrastructure and duping them into moving money to the scammers.

One variation of this is called the “CEO scam,” where a fraudster spoofs the CEO of a company and demands that an invoice be remitted immediately. If the subordinate follows orders, they will have unwittingly transferred the funds to the fraudsters. (Some go even further: between 2015 and 2017, scammers impersonating France’s defense minister Jean-Yves Le Drian in elaborately-staged Skype calls, made $90 million.)

A similar strategy called vendor email compromise, or VEC, is also on the rise, with Agari predicting it will be the number one attack type in 2020. In a typical scenario, a fraudster will create an invoice that looks identical to the real vendor’s, save for the bank account information. When the company issues payment, it once again ends up in the scammer’s account.

In the past, such cons were a numbers game. The more people a charlatan targeted, the more likely they were to find a victim. That’s still true, but attacks today are also more sophisticated. “The Nigerian prince—that was effectively spam,” Najarian says. “There was nothing bespoke about it.” Now, scams are so personalized, even the most careful or skeptical employees are at risk. “It just takes one small mistake,” Dorval says.

The phrase “Cybersecurity” may evoke international rings of hackers equipped with cutting-edge machinery as portrayed in so many movies. But fraud doesn’t have to be high-tech to succeed, as social engineering preys primarily on human weakness. “People are the weakest link when it comes to security,” Dorval says. Some people may be at more risk than others—millennials actually report higher rates of fraud than older Americans, according to the Federal Trade Commission—but anyone could fall prey to the power play of a CEO scam or the allure or a romance racket. Why break in when you can trick someone into opening the door?

No matter the target, successful social engineering can have serious repercussions. Juniper Research, which forecasts trends in digital technology, estimates business losses stemming from cybercrime hit $3 trillion worldwide in 2019. No one is safe from the fallout. Moody’s recently downgraded Equifax over an epic data breach, marking the first time a company has had its credit downgraded over a cybersecurity issue that affected hundreds of millions of people. And, as FBI agent Michael Sohn of the Los Angeles Cyber Division told Wired, “[w]hen a small business gets scammed out of $200,000 or $500,00 they’re just done, they’re no longer in business.”

Fighting back

Just as you don’t need sophisticated technology to conduct a social engineering scam, you don’t need crazy schemes to fight it. Multi-factor authentication, which requires one or more levels of identification beyond a password, is a good first step in fighting fraud, says Lukasz Olejnik, an independent cybersecurity researcher and advisor. So too is ensuring that your passwords are different for every account, so that if one is breached, the others don’t fall like dominoes. But don’t keep them on a Post-It—a digital password manager is just as easy and much safer.

Still, many companies are also turning to artificial intelligence to enhance their fraud detection processes in an effort to keep humans out of the process completely. Organizations with automated phishing responses detect 44 times more malicious messages than employees, according to Agari. And that’s important, because Agari reports that 60 percent of employee-reported incidents are false-positives anyway. The benefits of AI likely appear in your personal email, too, as Gmail’s machine learning-enhanced platform reportedly blocks 99.9 percent of spam.

The one prevention strategy that doesn’t work is shame, says Olejnik. Anyone can fall prey to a social engineering scheme, so punishing, firing, or even suing the employees who do is not only unfair, it doesn’t address the larger problem. While management may feel they’ve taken a stand, they’re just as vulnerable as they always were.

The Nigerian prince may not be as successful as he once was, but he remains the perfect metaphor for an ever-evolving threat. Fraud “is usually a matter of when it’s going to happen, not if it’s going to happen,” Dorval says, whether royalty’s involved or not.