Nathan and Alex by Haircutfantasy

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The 25-year-old Nathan was always fascinated by the unique atmosphere that surrounded the hairdressing salon. He loved the smell of styling products mixed with a faint scent of leather from the antique barber chairs. But most of all, it was the rituals he loved - the specialness of being covered in the barber's cape, and the inevitable sound of scissors and trimmers cutting their way through his hair.

But despite his enthusiasm, Nathan always carried a certain uncertainty and nervousness whenever he entered the salon. He was shy, he always was, but it was amplified in these intimate moments.

The hairdresser, Alex, was a charming man with a sharp intuition. He quickly noticed Nathan's shyness. With a natural curiosity and a calm voice, Alex began to ask about Nathan's feelings about the situation.

"Nathan," he began, "you seem to be enjoying this a lot, but I also notice a certain nervousness. Will you share with me what you're feeling ?"

Nathan hesitated for a moment. He took a deep breath, then said, "I think it's something about the process. I love this process, but it's also kind of scary for me. Maybe because I have to let go of control."

Alex nodded in understanding and said, "We're all a little afraid of the unknown, Nathan. But remember that every haircut is a renewal, an opportunity to start fresh. Let's enjoy this process together."

As Nathan sat down comfortably in the old, leather-covered barber's chair, Alex unfolded a large haircutting cape. It was made of a soft, shiny vinyl material that caught the light in the most impressive way.

When it came to the part where the cape was fastened around Nathan's neck, something interesting always happened. Although he had experienced this moment many times before, Nathan always felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as the snaps clicked into place. It was a mixture of the excitement of anticipation and a strange vulnerability that made his heart pound.

"Okay, Nathan?" asked Alex, as he fastened the last snap. His calm, kind voice made Nathan nod, though his cheeks burned a little.

"Yes, that's fine, Alex," Nathan replied, trying to hide his nervousness. He didn't quite understand why this act made him feel so exposed, but he knew it was part of the process he loved so much.

In response to his answer, Alex sent him a reassuring smile via the mirror. "Good, let's get started," he said. And with that his haircutting appointment began, a moment of transformation where Nathan could surrender to the process and the feel of the soft vinyl cape against his arms and body.

"Nathan," Alex began gently, running his fingers through his thick hair, "Have you ever considered trying something new?"

Nathan looked at him through the mirror. "Like what?" he asked cautiously.

"How about going very short? Like, three millimetres on the sides?"

Nathan gasped quietly at the suggestion. He had never had his hair this short before, and the thought of it was both terrifying and exciting at the same time. "I… I don't know, Alex," he stammered.

But Alex, with his charismatic charm and intuition, knew how to play on Nathan's feelings. "Nathan," he said in a gentle voice, "you have a unique opportunity to experience something new, and I think you'll like it. Let's take this experience to a new level."

Nathan's heart began to beat rapidly in his chest, but he nodded slowly. Alex smiled and picked up the trimmer.

Nathan felt a brief moment of coldness as the trimmer touched his head, followed by an almost hypnotic sense of release. He watched in the mirror as his hair slowly began to slide down the cape, darkening with each new layer of cut hair.

His heart was beating hard and a feeling of excitement filled him. He felt both exposed having his hair cut this short. It was never something he had tried before.

When Alex finally turned off the trimmer, Nathan felt a new lightness around his head. He looked at himself in the mirror with his new, short-cut hair and felt a strange sense of pride.

"Looks good, Nathan," Alex said with an appreciative nod.

With his heart still pounding in his chest, Nathan couldn't help but agree.

"You're strong, Nathan," Alex said appreciatively, looking at their reflections in the mirror. "You have the courage to try new things."

Nathan couldn't help but smile a little, but his heart was still beating wildly. He hadn't expected this visit to the hair salon to be so... intense.

"But how about taking it a step further?" Alex suggested suddenly, his voice quiet but insistent. "How about dyeing the top completely blonde?"

Nathan stiffened. "Alex, I... I don't think I can..."

"Nathan," Alex cut him off, his voice still soft, but there was an underlying firmness in his words that made Nathan feel submissive . " Think of it as a challenge. A chance to really stand out, to really embrace change."

Nathan looked at Alex's reflection in the mirror. There was a trust in the hairdressers eyes that made him hesitate. He felt a bead of sweat run down his spine as nervousness washed over him. But there was also a budding excitement, a desire to accept the challenge, to break out of one's comfort zone.

"Okay," he finally said, his voice almost a whisper. "Let's do it."

"Okay," Alex said calmly after Nathan had accepted the proposal. Alex he removed the cape that was Nathan was wearing and said "but first we have to wash your hair, follow with me to the sink."

Nathan nodded quickly, and with a pounding heart he got up from the hairdresser's chair and followed Alex over to the washing station where Alex made a gesture telling him to sit down. Nathan sat down in the soft armchair that was tilted back to allow easy access to the sink.

Alex picked up a bright yellow shampoo cape that glistened in the salon's light and threw it over Nathan, fastening the cape with velcro around his neck. The cape was so large that it almost covered him completely, only the lower part of his legs were visible. The contrasting colour and difference in texture from the previous cape added a new layer of excitement to the experience for Nathan. Alex placed a soft towel on top of the cape, around his shoulders.

"Are you ready?" Alex asked, his voice soft and soothing. Nathan nodded and looked up at Alex with mixed feelings of nervousness and anticipation.

"Good, then sit back" said Alex and turned on the water in the sink. Nathan carefully leaned back in the chair and put his head back in the sink. He could just sense Alex's presence behind him.

The feeling of the warm water and the gentle massage from Alex's hands on his scalp made him relax a little.

He used this moment to remind himself that it was all part of the experience. He was on a journey, a transformation, and this was the next step. And while it made him nervous, it was also incredibly exciting. Nathan knew he was on the threshold of a big change, and while it was scary, it was also incredibly liberating.

When the hair wash was finished, Alex wrapped a towel around Nathan's hair and told him to sit up as he opened the yellow cape that Nathan was wearing. The sound of the velcro closure of the cape being ripped open filled the room and Nathan couldn't help but notice it. He was surprisingly attentive to detail, his emotions intensified by nervousness.

"Come," said Alex gently, "let's go back to the chair."

Nathan followed him and carefully sat back in the barber's chair, eyeing his own reflection with the towel still wrapped around his head. He looked different, he felt different.

He felt a new wave of nervousness when Alex mentioned the cape. "Of course, we also have to wear a cape during the dyeing process," said Alex, picking up the large vinyl cape that he had used earlier. "The yellow shampoo cape is only one we use when washing hair, as it is made of a completely water-repellent material."

"Are you nervous ?" asked Alex, a playful smile on his lips . Nathan could only nod and he noticed how a new wave of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But before he could react further, Alex had already draped the large cape around him again and pulled it up around his neck. The sound of the snaps being closed brought a strange kind of calm, a reminder that he was here to endure the process, no matter how nerve-wracking it was.

And then the hair dying process began. Every stroke, every application, every movement of Alex's hands filled Nathan with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He knew that his appearance would change drastically, but somehow that was also what made it all so incredibly exciting. He knew he would look different, but he also knew he would come out of this experience stronger than ever before.

With the next step in the process followed a blue plastic cap. Alex placed it carefully around Nathan's head, making sure it was snug but not too tight.

"And now the drying helmet," said Alex as he wheeled a large drying helmet to the chair. It looked like an old-fashioned spaceship, clumsy yet with a hint of elegance. With hands that were incredibly practiced and sure, he placed it over Nathan's head.

"You just need to relax now," he said, adjusting the heat on the machine. The sound of a faint hum filled the room as the drying hood began to heat up. The hot air spread slowly and made Nathan sweat under the vinyl cape. He could feel the drops rolling down his neck, a mixture of sweat and humidity from the warm air.

"I’m going to let you sit there and roast for a while now, Nathan." Said Alex as he left the room.

Nathan looked at his reflection as his heart pounded in his chest. There he sat, surrounded by the drying helmet and wearing a blue hair cap and a large haircutting cape.

He saw his nervousness, his submissiveness, but he also saw something more. He saw a man willing to take chances, a man willing to explore his own limits. He looked silly, yes, but there was also something about the situation that made him aware of his own vulnerability, and that was also somehow liberating.

He felt both shy and proud of being so exposed . He was no longer just Nathan, the boy who loved going to the hairdresser. He was Nathan, the man undergoing a transformation, a man willing to challenge himself and his own limits.

Nathan sat there, heart pounding, hoping no customers would enter the salon in the meantime. He had a constant sense of submissiveness, and while it gave him a sense of freedom, he wasn't sure he was ready to share that side of himself with strangers.

Around fifteen minutes later, Alex returned to look at Nathan's hair under the hood, and the drying helmet was lifted away. Nathan felt a cold roll over him as the warm air was replaced by the cool salon air.

"Are you excited to see how it turned out? " asked Alex, as he began to remove the plastic cap. Nathan nodded and looked at Alex in the mirror.

"It's time to rinse out the dye, come with me over to the sink," Alex said as he helped Nathan up from the chair after removing the cape.

Nathan followed him over to the sink where he took a seat. Nathan got butterflies in his stomach at the thought of the large yellow shampoo cape that he had been wearing when Alex washed his hair the first time.

Alex grabbed the yellow cape, draped it around Nathan and secured it around his neck.
Nathan could feel that the cape was a bit wet from earlier and his dick swelled a little at the feel of the smooth cold material around him. Nathan laid his head back in the sink. The temperature of the water was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold, and it felt great against his scalp.

During the hair wash, Alex playfully talked to Nathan, his words were soothing and encouraging. He chatted about everything from the weather to their favourite movies. It all felt relaxed, natural and effortless and it made Nathan relax.

After the hair wash, Alex wrapped a towel around Nathan's hair again and the sound of the velcro filled the room as Nathan was temporarily freed from the cape .

He played with Nathan by asking him to close his eyes. "No cheating," Alex warned as he guided Nathan back to the barber's chair where Nathan sat down.

"Are you sitting right? Are you ready to see your new amazing look?" Alex asked, his voice filled with excitement. Nathan nodded and mumbled a cautious 'yes' even as his heart pounded in his chest.

" Open your eyes," Alex ordered, and as if on command , Nathan opened his eyes.

In the mirror he saw a man he hardly recognised. His hair was now incredibly short on the sides, just 3 millimetres, and the top was brilliant blonde. He looked different, yes, but he loved it. It was bold, it was wild, and it was him.

Nathan looked at his reflection in the mirror, his heart beating fast and a big smile spread across his face. He looked amazing. He felt great. He had never been so happy to be in a barber's chair as he was right now. He loved his new look.

Just as Nathan was about to get up from the chair, Alex put a hand on his shoulder and held him back. "Who said we were done?" he asked, laughing.

Nathan looked at him in surprise. "I thought we were done…" he said cautiously.

"No, no," replied Alex, laughing. "We're not done until I say we're done. The top needs to be cut too."

Nathan's heart began pounding in his chest again, the familiar feeling of excitement and submissiveness returning. He nodded and sat back in his chair, accepting his fate.

Alex draped the barber's cape around Nathan again without closing it, noting with a small smile that Nathan was sweating a little with excitement. "Have you enjoyed the process so far?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

"Yes, I have," Nathan admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "I feel… strangely excited, but also… comfortable at the same time. It's hard to explain."

Alex ran his fingers up against Nathan's close-cropped neck hair, which got a small gasp from him. It was a strange feeling, but in a good way. It was intense, almost hypnotic.

Alex now quickly pulled the cape up around Nathan, but he fastened the snaps tighter than before as he leaned closer to Nathan and whispered in his ear, "Good boy."

The words sent a wave of ecstasy through Nathan. He began feeling very submissive. He knew it was the beginning of another transformation and he was more than ready to accept it.

Alex gripped his scissors, his eyes fixed on Nathan's hair. With one hand he lifted part of the fair hair, the other held the scissors ready. Nathan held his breath as the scissors met the hair and the sound of the cutting blades sent a shiver down his spine. He felt like he was almost in a state of trance. Everything else was unimportant, only he, Alex, the scissors and the cape existed.

The screeching sound of the scissors was hypnotic, its cut through the hair a symphony to Nathan's ears. He could feel every movement, every cut, and it was amazing. He loved it. He loved it all - the sharp sound of the scissors, the feel of the tight cape around his neck, the feel of the way Alex confidently treated him.

In the mirror he could see Alex observing him. He could see the reflection of his eyes, see how they moved, how the sharp blue eyes studied his face. He felt observed, but in a good way, as if his reactions, his feelings, mattered.

Nathan was caught in a world of intense emotions - excitement, submission, excitement, pleasure. Every cut of the scissors sent a shock through him, every touch from Alex made his heart pound. He loved every second of it.

After the last cut with the scissors, Alex put the scissors down and stepped back to admire his work. Nathan sat perfectly still, feeling the sweat trickle down his back, his neck still surrounded by the tight vinyl cape.

"You've been a good boy, Nathan," Alex said, his voice low, calm, but also filled with authority. Nathan looked at him in the mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach full of butterflies.

"But," continued Alex, his blue eyes fixed on Nathan in the mirror, "next time you come in here, I won't listen to what you want or don't want. I decide what hairstyle you get. You just have to obey."

The words hung in the air, heavy and inevitable. A new wave of submissiveness washed over Nathan, his body shaking slightly at the intense sensation. He nodded, slowly, understanding.

"Yes, Alex," he said, his voice low but firm. "I will obey."

Alex smiled, his gaze filled with satisfaction. "Good boy," he said again, his tone both laudatory and commanding. Nathan couldn't help but feel both elated and humbled, his heart pounding in time with the words ringing in his ears.

A new world had been opened to Nathan, a world where he was the submissive and Alex was his master. And despite all the emotions it stirred in him—fear, excitement, submission—he knew deep down that he loved every second of it.

Alex undid the cape with a quick move. The sudden freedom around his neck made Nathan gasp slightly. Alex studied his neck, noticed the red marks left by the snaps on capes collar. He raised a hand, ran his fingers over the skin, massaged gently.

"Do you see that?" he asked, his voice soft but his words heavy, loaded with meaning. "These are symbols of your submission."

Nathan felt a wave of heat shoot through him at Alex's touch, at his words. He nodded quietly, his gaze locked on Alex's.

Alex smiled, a wide, confident smile. "I've seen how you react to haircutting capes, Nathan. How they affect you." He laughed lightly, his gaze shining with a certain joy. That made Nathan blush, but he said nothing, his heart pounding in his chest.

Alex leaned in, his blue eyes boring into Nathan's. "Say it," he commanded, his voice low but firm. "Tell me how wearing the cape makes you feel."

Nathan sank a lump, his hand slid up to his neck, his fingers stroking the red marks. "It makes me…," he began, his voice low, almost a whisper. "It makes me... excited. It's like a symbol... of submission. Of intimacy. Of transformation." Nathan could feel his own excitement straining in his pants.

Alex nodded, his smile was wide, his eyes bright. "Good boy," he said again, his tone both appreciative and triumphant. "Good boy."

"Thank you so much, Alex," said Nathan, his voice almost reverential, his gaze filled with gratitude.

Alex nodded, his hand still resting on Nathan's shoulder, his smile was gentle, but his eyes were full of a certain expectation. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Nathan," he said, his tone low but firm. "Here in the salon. I have many more plans for you."

Nathan nodded, his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach filled with butterflies. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice filled with a certain submissive elation.

He stood up, took one last look at the mirror, at his new look, at the man he was becoming under Alex's skilled hands. He couldn't help but smile, a wide, happy, genuine smile.

Alex gave him a tight hug and sent him on his way.

With a final nod to Alex, he left the salon, his steps were light, his heart was light. He was filled with an excitement he had never felt before. He was excited, nervous, but also incredibly happy. He was about to enter a new phase of his life, a phase that he knew would be full of new experiences, new feelings, and a new version of himself.

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