A Home Barber Visits by Luke Travis

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Julian felt all alone with his haircut fetish, it was 1995 long before he would discover internet sites that would accommodate what he considered his bizarre interest and fascination for haircuts. It had been with him ever since he could remember and now at thirty-two, at times it was like he felt he would go mad with the frustration and the hell of keeping it to himself.

It had been a long and tedious day at work, nothing on television so he sat reading one of the free gay magazines that were available in gay bars and clubs by the exit, he was bored and didn’t usually look at all the contents but he saw an ad that caught his attention.

BARBER AVAILABLE FOR HOME VISITS IN THE GREATER LONDON AREA, SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS CATERED FOR,

Of course, there was a telephone number too, he pondered at length on the special requirements catered for. Did that mean?? It was late..far too late to call this evening. But on returning from work the next day he thought about it some more…he lived on his own so not an issue. How much would it cost?…he had spare money. Was it safe?, supposing this man was a lunatic or worse… oh what the hell, where is the telephone number?

Nervously Julian dialled the number, there was no answer and he decided not to leave a message on the answerphone, he would try later. After a couple more attempts the telephone was answered hesitating and shaking a little Julian spoke.

"Hello, I have just seen your ad for home visits"

"Oh yes, how can I help you?"

"Well I am due for a haircut and your ad says special requirements taken care of"

"That’s right, I can take care of most things connected with your hair, body shaving is possible too"

"It’s just...it’s just"

"Come on don’t be shy"

"I am wanting a really strict barber to cut my hair"

"Oh, I can be really strict"

Julian’s heart missed a beat

"Yes, that’s exactly what I was hoping for"

"Maybe a bit of role play then"

"Yes, that would be good"

"Have you heard of barber’s choice?"

"No, I haven’t but I get your drift"

"Maybe you should start to finish your sentences with Sir when you are speaking to me"

"Yes Sir" Julian replied "Sorry Sir"

"So, do you like the sound of that?"

"Yes Sir…sounds great Sir"

"So how about barber’s choice combined with say army barber or perhaps prison barber…just joined the army and sent for a haircut or maybe you have just been sent down for a stretch and I have to give you a haircut"

Julian’s body was having a complete rush of adrenalin

"Oh Yes Sir"

"Which is it to be?"

"Prison barber Sir please"

An appointment was made for two days’ time, Julian went to the cash machine on the way home from work and withdrew plenty of money. This man was certainly not giving away anything, Julian’s haircut was costing practically twice what he usually paid, plus traveling time, mileage fee and what the man called an attendance fee. Julian was happy with this because he felt he was empowering this man to fulfil his fantasy. The man had made it clear that the attendance fee was to cover the additional roleplay not included in the cost of the haircut and could be negotiable if Julian wanted anything extra other than a basic haircut. He was told to choose where he was going to have his haircut and prepare the room and to place an upright chair there and to remember that it’s not a fancy salon so no mirrors to admire yourself in. Having showered he had changed into a white polo shirt with light blue shorts and was barefoot as seven o’clock drew closer he nervously awaited the arrival of his barber. The doorbell rang and he answered it, a man perhaps in his late thirties stood there, he was not as tall as Julian had imagined but stocky with short brown hair with flecks of grey in it. He was carrying a holdall obviously with the tools of the trade.He handed Julian his jacket, and Julian was thrilled to see he was wearing a light blue barber’s tunic fastened all the way to the top

"Would you like a coffee or tea Sir or perhaps something stronger?"

"I am driving and no I don’t want anything" he replied curtly

"Very good Sir"

"Show me the room and then you can wait outside the door"

Julian had recently decorated the spare bedroom of his flat and had not furnished it, the floor was tiled, it was bare white walls with a roller blind and a bare lightbulb in the ceiling. It was actually perfect for what was going to take place, he had placed a leather seated teak dining chair in position with a side table close by. Julian waited outside with the door closed, he could hear the barber unpacking the bag. Suddenly the door opened

"Prisoner 457839"

"Yes Sir"

"You’ve been sent to Prison and now you have to have a prison haircut to match"

"Yes Sir"

"Get in there"

Julian walked into the room, clippers had been plugged into the mains, scissors and combs were on the table.

"Sit on the chair"

Julian sat down and the barber caped him with a dark blue cover, it felt great as it brushed against his bare legs. As the barber prepared him Julian could detect the smell of stale cigarette smoke along with the minty smell of the chewing gum that the barber had in his mouth.

"So, you have been sent down for three months"

"Yes Sir"

"Hopefully Prison will be a lesson to you and make you a better person"

"Yes Sir"

He grabbed Julian’s soft fair hair tightly

"You won’t be needing your fancy hairstyle in here will you Prisoner 457839?"

"No Sir"

"You need a prison haircut and that’s what I’m going to give you"

"Yes Sir"

He picked the scissors and started chopping away at Julian’s hair, the barber whose name was Mitch short for Mitchel was intending to give Julian a really short buzzcut. But in view of what he was charging for his visit and with him being there to fulfil Julian’s fantasies Mitch was happy to take his time. This was a job he enjoyed, he liked being the prison barber and Julian certainly wasn’t the first by any means to receive this haircut from Mitch, and it had proved to be a good little earner for him. Although there was a slight irony to it that Mitch had been sent to a borstal when he was a lad and knew all too well the haircut of arrival procedure.

Mitch continued cutting away along with a harsh and menacing dialogue towards Julian, who was like a little lamb in the presence of a big bad wolf, and now it was time to fleece the lamb. Mitch put down the scissors and picked up his clippers which already had the number 2 attachment on them. Julian sat there full of anticipation when Mitch approached him, he pushed Julian’s head right back. Mitch switched the clippers on and the buzzing sound thrilled Julian but also added just a little anxiousness about a buzzcut but this was the point of no return. Mitch started the move the clippers over the top of Julian’s head, the soft fair hair fell backwards as he pressed hard and adjusted his head as required before pushing his chin to his chest so he could buzz the back of his head. After some edging with the bare blade of the clippers,the job was completed and Mitch playfully rubbed the top of Julian’s head and said just like velvet.

The next morning Julian looked in the mirror…the short buzzcut would take some getting used to, but what a night…as for the attendance fee !!!… his wallet certainly was a lot lighter… but he had had the best time in years.

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