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Axel brushed Henry’s slightly wavy, dark-blond hair that almost reached his shoulders. “From now on, I’m the one who cuts your hair and decides how it’s cut.”
Henry, wearing nothing but his boxers, was sitting in the barber’s chair that Axel had set up in a corner of his living room. In front of him was a large mirror with a shelf beneath it, where various scissors and clippers were laid out.
When Henry had come across Axel’s profile on Grindr and read that Axel was into cutting other men’s hair, it had filled him with nervous excitement.
It had taken him a few days before he dared to contact Axel. Since then, they’d met up a few times for a beer, and at the end of their last date, Axel had said, “It’s nice chatting with you, but I know you want me to cut your hair. And you know I want to cut your hair.”
Henry had been so thrilled that he couldn’t get a word out.
“You’re aware that I’m not one of those barbers who ask, ‘How would you like it cut?’, right?”
Henry had nodded. He knew what he was getting himself into. It would be exactly what he had so often fantasized about.
Henry looked at Axel in the mirror. His muscular arms peeked out from under his tight-fitting white T-shirt. His angular face was clean-shaven. He had a high skin fade. On top, he had a sharp side part, his hair just long enough that he could style it to the side with gel.
“When was the last time you got a haircut?” Axel asked.
“Three months ago. But just a trim.”
Axel stopped brushing Henry’s hair. “I’m not going to let you get away with just a trim. It’s unbelievable that hairdressers charge their customers a lot of money and then send them home with almost the same mop of hair they came in with.”
Axel placed his hands on Henry’s shoulders.
“Since when have you had long hair?”
“For about ten years. Ever since I started university.”
“How could you have walked around with that girly hairstyle for so long? Don’t you have any self-respect?”
Henry felt degraded, which gave him a rush of pleasure and made him feel slightly dizzy.
Axel grabbed one of the clippers and held it up in front of Henry’s face. “I’m going to teach you that a man is best off with a manly haircut. And a manly haircut means short hair—seriously short hair.”
It was the first time Axel had someone sitting in his barber’s chair. He had cut his friends’ hair many times before, but always in a bathroom and without being able to really act out his fantasies.
“Am I being tough enough on him?” Axel wondered. “Or does he expect more?”
He was generally a rather reserved guy, but when it came to cutting other men’s hair, he wanted to be in control.
He set the clippers aside and reached for a pair of scissors instead. He took a large tuft of hair above Henry’s forehead and cut it down to about 5 cm. “A real dude doesn’t hide his face; instead, he looks open and confident.”
Axel continued cutting the rest of the hair on top of Henry’s head, trimming it all to the same length. A pile of hair steadily grew on the floor, and some strands also stuck to Henry’s sweaty body.
“I look like a kid cut my hair,” Henry thought.
Axel then applied bleach to the previously untouched hair on the sides and back of Henry’s head.
“I’m going to look a total dork,” Henry thought.
Half an hour later, Henry was kneeling in front of the bathtub while Axel rinsed the bleach out of his hair. Axel towel-dried his hair and then blow-dried it.
“And now I want you to put on this tacky Hawaiian shirt and these silly oversized pink pants,” Axel said, “and then go to the store on the corner and buy us some ice cream.”
The humiliation of going out in public with his ridiculous-looking hair triggered a wave of arousal in Henry, and he felt his cock get even harder than it already was.
On the street and in the store, people stared at him. Their looks said, “What kind of weirdo is that? How dare he show himself in public like that!”
“Bro, you really should get a haircut!” said the crew-cut cashier as he handed him his change.
“If only you knew…,” Henry thought as he left the store.
After they had finished their ice cream, Axel told Henry to take off the shirt and the trousers and sit back down in the barber’s chair.
Then Axel picked up a large comb in one hand and a pair of clippers in the other. Using the comb, he lifted the hair on Henry’s forehead and shaved over the comb, shortening the hair by about another 3 cm.
Then he took the next strand and ran the clippers over the comb again. He repeated the process over and over as he worked his way across the top of Henry’s head.
“Looks like he’s giving me a flat top,” Henry thought. It was one of his favorite haircuts. His phone was full of photos of men with flat tops. But he’d never had the guts to get one himself.
Axel turned off the clippers, looked at Henry’s head, and checked what he had just done. He was satisfied. It looked even.
Axel put the comb aside and fired up the clippers again. “It’s time to get rid of that shaggy bleached mop.”
Axel parted the hair at the nape of Henry’s neck and set the clippers to work. Slowly, he shaved his way up Henry’s head. Higher and higher. Almost to the crown. The bleached hair fell from Henry’s head, landing on the floor, and all that remained was a tiny stubble.
Axel shaved another strip, and then another, and another, until the back of the head was stripped of long hair. Axel had left only a narrow strip of long hair close to the crown, which he hadn’t bleached and would trim in the next step as he created the transition from the shaved sides to the top.
Henry couldn’t see what had just happened during the latest step, but he noticed a draft from the open window brushing past his shorn skull.
“Wow!” he thought. “It’s awesome to be able to feel the weather on my head!”
He decided he wouldn’t wear any headgear anymore. No hat, no cap, no hood. No matter how cold or warm it was.
Axel then used different guards to create a short, sharp transition. Afterward, he applied shaving cream to the back and sides.
“Is this the first time you’re feeling a razor on your head?” Axel asked as he began to shave away the short stubble, leaving only smooth, completely shaved skin.
Henry nodded. It was the first time. And it turned him on like crazy. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back an orgasm.
“If you come, that’s fine,” said Axel, who had been so focused the whole time that he hadn’t really noticed how turned on he was himself.
Axel first took off his T-shirt and then his shorts, and his hard cock sprang free. Henry, meanwhile, let his boxers slide to the floor.
Axel finished shaving the head. Then he shaved Henry’s face as well, removing the stubble that was about a week old.
Finally, Axel worked some hair mousse into Henry’s remaining hair, then used a brush and a blow-dryer to style it upright.
Axel tossed the brush and the blow-dryer onto the armchair next to him. “All done!” he said. “Say hello to the masculine version of yourself!”
Henry brought a hand to his head. He ran it over the bristles on top and down over the closely shaved back of his head toward his neck. With his other hand, he began to rub his cock. And Axel, for his part, started jerking off as well.
After they’d both come, they sat on the sofa, exhausted. They were silent for a while, then Axel pointed at Henry’s chest and said, “At least your long hair didn’t stop you from working out.”
“Right, but my hair was always getting in the way during workouts.”
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again. Come back soon so I can touch up your haircut! Or give you a different one.”
The next time Henry sat in Axel’s barber’s chair, Axel gave him an even shorter haircut—a horseshoe flat top.
When Henry went to the corner store to get some beer, the cashier said, “Weren’t you that guy with the awful hair? You definitely look much better now.”
