Dylan's Fontaine pony by PONYTail

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Dylan’s Fontaine pony

By PONYTail

CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE

Dylan was a truly spoiled rich kid if there ever was one. Growing up in extreme wealth, getting everything he wanted, always having things his way. As their only child he was his billionaire parents’ jewel and they protected him from everything unpleasant or demanding. Always telling him he could do whatever he wanted and behave just as he pleased. He needed no attention to other people â€" just focus on yourself, your needs, and your wellbeing they told him.

In fact, the only tiny thing his mother asked of him was to let his hair grow and let her take care of it. His mother was a hair fetishist and spent every morning and evening taking care of Dylan’s hair. Already at the age of seven his golden straight blond hair covered his upper body and his lower parts like a thick blanket of shiny silk.

His mother groomed it all the time, washing it, blow-drying it, braiding it for the night to protect the mane, brushing it morning and evening with hundreds of strokes. Dylan loved the attention to his mane and enjoyed the pampering of his pride and glory.

At the age of ten he had his first erection when his mother put his now knee long mane into huge rollers to make lovely soft waves. That night he wanked to his long golden mane for the first time.

At his posh rich kid school, he was the object of admiration and fear. Brought up to dominate he surrounded himself with a group of admirers who worshipped him and his extraordinary look and followed his every command. Those who came in his way was dealt with merciless. Dylan had his "guard" teach them lessons they never forgot.

Thus, Dylan spent his childhood, teen age years and early years of his adulthood protected, spoiled, admired, and feared. Every morning and every night his mother still dealt with his crowning glory that looked more splendid, wonderful, and mesmerizing than ever before. She brushed his now seven feet long carpet of beautiful healthy well cared for mane of shiny locks from the top of his head onto the floor and beyond. Dylan loved it and closed his eyes and enjoyed the pampering and dedicated attention to his voluminous mane.

When he moved around the homely extraordinarily big palace his pride and glory swayed around him and behind him covering him completely in a thick curtain of extremely beautiful thick long blond hair â€" and even flew behind him. He liked to walk around naked and yet "dressed" in his own extremely long mane like lady Godiva. The household staff found this offensive and vulgar but were told to praise his absurd appearance and address him as "Mr. Rapunzel."

One Friday night Dylan was preparing for a night in town with his friends. He dressed up all in black: Black leg long leather stiletto boots, black leather pants, black blouse, and a small black leather jacket. Dylan loved to play the gender confusion game and stir up emotions on both girls and guys with his cross-dressing appearance.

His mother had used all afternoon to wash, blow-dry, brush, and arrange his immense blond thick straight mane and now he admired it from every angle in his mirror covered bedroom. Hair everywhere! From the top of his head to the floor â€" just brushing the floor due to his five inches high stiletto boots. Dylan’s mane was so voluminous that it covered all of his body completely â€" and the effect on the black background of his clothing and boots made it even bigger, longer, thicker, and more attractive.

Then he asked his mother to tie up his absurdly long and big mane into an ultra-high Fontaine looking ponytail.

His mother brushed his mane again a hundred times gathering the enormous amount of hair in one hand and brushing with the other. It took an awful lot of time to get all that hair in place and then she used four pink hair ties to secure the extraordinarily massive, long pony on the crown of Dylan’s head.

Never did he look more feminine than with that absurdly long and thick pony raising itself several inches above his head like a tower and then flowing its way down all around him onto the floor.

Dylan got stone hard and almost dizzy from watching himself with that over dimensioned pony. He loved it and adored it. His mother brushed the giant pony a final time and left him to his own pleasure which she understood all too well.

Dylan paraded around the palace house with his black leather outfit, his leg thigh-high boots with the four inches high stiletto heels and the huge ponytail swaying all around him â€" looking so feminine and pretty with the tower high pony on top of his head.

The household bowed their heads as he passed them and titulated him "Mr. Rapunzel" but behind his bag they shook their heads and laughed at his ridiculously long and massive pony and tower high stiletto heels.

Unfortunately, one of the housekeepers couldn’t suppress her reaction and burst out in laughter. Dylan turned all red in his face of embarrassment and rage. He scolded her and sacked her on the spot. His hair vanity didn’t allow for any other reaction than admiration or fear.

Dylan met with his best friends â€" boys and girls in their favorite posh bar. They had a great time, drinks, laughter, flirting. Dylan teasing everyone with his massive high pony "accidently" throwing it into the faces and laps of his friends all the time. Bragging and mocking everyone else. No one dared to oppose â€" they all just followed Dylan and his moods.

Later they all went to the most exclusive night club in town â€" all in excellent mood. Dancing, more drinks, more flirting. Dylan teasing everybody â€" friends and other customers with his enormous Fontaine pony.

Dylan knew that one of his friends had a crush on him and he asked him to dance. Dylan flirted with his friend, kissed him, and let his friends onto his giant pony â€" caressing it, pulling it, smelling it. Dylan loved the attention and got a huge erection.

Suddenly a guy danced in between them and pushed away my friend. The guy was a giant! Almost seven feet tall, extremely athletic and with a handsome face â€" although with a somewhat evil grin. And on top of his head, he was…bald!

"Hello gorgeous" he smiled. "Looking smashing with all that leather and fabulous hair." He reached out for Dylan’s grotesque high pony and pulled it a bit hard and held it out in all its length â€" almost six ½ feet. He let go of it and it whirled back and surrounded Dylan.

The tall, muscular guy pulled Dylan closer to him and started working his ass and with a firm grip on his massive pony dragged him backwards.

"I want your beautiful lady" he whispered at Dylan and French kissed him. Dylan filled with mixed emotions of anger, pain, lust, and embarrassment sensed his cock getting hard. No one had ever imposed themselves on him and his sacred mane like this before. It was a whole new experience to him, and he felt confused and overwhelmed.

Dylan decided to go along and see what happened. They kissed and danced closely â€" hands all over each other â€" Dylan’s hand finding its way to the other guy’s lap where he found a giant bulge that he started rubbing.

"Oh, beauty I need you now" the guy mourned. One of his hands working Dylan’s fat sexy ass and the other wandering down his stomach towards his lap. "I want that pussy and huge ass tonight darling" he whispered in Dylan’s ear.

By the time he reached Dylan’s lap he froze.

Swiftly he removed his hand and looked at him apparated.

"S**t, s**t, s**t" he cursed.

"You’ve got a cock! You’re a guy!"

In a split-second Dylan’s mood changed completely. From excited, drunk, enthusiastic, full of expectations to embarrassment, humiliation, and something he never felt before: Fear.
The giant guy took a very firm grip on Dylan’s proud and voluminous pony and started to drag him on his high stiletto heels towards the exit.

"Hey man, what are you doing. Let go of me" Dylan protested while struggling to keep his balance on the four inches high stiletto heels.

The guys ignored him completely and only tightened his grip on the Fontaine pony walking with determination and Dylan stumbling behind him.

Dylan tried to call his friends, but the music was extremely loud, and they were all very drunk at that time. None of them heard him.

At the exit Dylan was dragged past the door men. "This little princess must be taught some manners gentlemen" the guy sneered at them. "Yeah, sometimes they have to have it rough to learn" they grinned.

Dylan was dragged by his massive pony into a dark alley. "So, you think you can treat me like that you slutty bitch. Dressed up all like a hooker with all that long s**t. Well, you’re wrong sissy boy."

He reached for his phone and called one of his friends. "Meet me at Harrys barbershop in 10 minutes. Bring the others with you. We have a job to do."
Dylan trembled and his heart threatened to explode from fear.

"Pls. let me go" he begged. "I’ve done nothing wrong. Pls. let me go."

"Shut up you little queer. No sissy princess fools me and gets away with it. You have a price to pay for that."

His grip on Dylans giant tower pony was so tight that he couldn’t move. The guy then started to drag Dylan along by his floor long high girly pony. Dylan had no choice but to follow him with his head bowed forward and tumbling along on his high stiletto heels â€" all extremely humiliating and scary.

The guy lead Dylan into a part of town he never visited. He found himself in a gloomy neighborhood with poor lightning and old poor looking buildings.

Suddenly the guy stopped in front of an old shop. Dylan looked up and froze when he read "Harry’s barbershop" on the sign. He saw the rotating blue, white and red barber pool and almost fainted.

At the same time another guy arrived â€" equally built and…bald!

"Hi Tony, what’s up?" he asked.

"Hello Mike â€" look what I found" â€" he almost lifted up Dylan in his massive pony and showed him to Mick. Dylan never felt so humiliated in his life. Being held up in his own giant pony for inspection by another â€" bald â€" guy!

"OMG Tony â€" where did you find this little princess."

"This slutty bitch almost tricked me with that slutty outfit and this â€" and now he lifted Dylan off the ground by his enormous pony â€" ridiculously long s**t pony."

Dylan struggled to meet the ground with his stiletto heels but was held off the ground by the strong, tight grip on his pony â€" his feet dangling helplessly in the air.
"OMG look at that pony! What a sissy. That mane needs some serious attention. Let’s hear what Harry has to say about that."

Mike opened the door to the old barbershop and a bell rang.

Tony kept Dylan hanging about the ground with his grip on the super long pony and lifted him inside the barbershop.

Dylan felt like fainting by the pain on the tug of his hair and the extreme humiliation and helplessness. He had never experienced any humiliation, oppression, hardship, or resistance. His whole life he had surfed on a wave of richness, success, admiration, and subjugation from everyone and anywhere. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t in control.

Dylan had never been inside and old-fashioned barbershop. In fact, he had never been in any barbershop or beauty parlor for that matter. He never allowed anyone but his mother to care for his priceless beyond the floor long golden mane. That included a yearly trim of an inch â€" a day they both loaded and found ever so traumatic.

And now he was hanging helplessly in an old-fashioned barbershop. With a heavy nauseating smell and a single old red barber chair in front of a huge mirror and a shell with several clippers, combs, scissors, bottles with unknow content and a role of neck paper. In the waiting area three hard wooden chairs. On the walls old faded yellow photos of males with short hairstyles popular decades ago!

As Dylan was kept hanging in the air by his massive pony two more guys entered the barbershop. Both of them bald too. They looked and Dylan in the hand of Tony flappergasted.
"What is THAT" they asked.

"This my friends are a slutty little princess in need of a serious lesson. The bitch needs to learn not to parade this ridiculously long mop and that slutty outfit stirring up a lot of gender confusion."

A sound from behind a curtain at the back of the shop made them turn their heads and an old man in a white barber tunic, black trousers, polished black shoes and completely bald entered the room.

"Hello Harry" Tony greeted the old barber. "Sorry to wake you up at this late hour. But we bring you a very special customer in dire need of your urgent attention. As you know all of us keep our heads clean and bald. Hair makes us sick. Long hair even more so. Long male hair makes us vomit. But a boy with hair to the floor and dressed up like a hooker â€" that crosses our red line. We can’t accept that, and we need to react."

The barber approached Dylan who looked at him with despair.

"Well, well well gentlemen. As you very well know this is not a lady’s salon. I don’t do longhair styles. Your lady friend belongs in a beauty parlous not a male barber shop."
"As always, you’re ever so right Harry. And if only this little princess was a lady, we wouldn’t have brought her here. But as you may very well determine by yourself this is actually not a lady."

The old barber went close to Dylan and placed his hands on his private parts â€" and squeezed hard. Dylan mourned and the barber looked at him with all signs of disgust.

"Gentlemen, you did right. This appearance is completely unacceptable. We can’t have boys running around looking like girls. This case needs urgent action. Please place that longhaired monster in my chair immediately."

Tony carried Dylan towards the chair. Begging and cursing Dylan fought to avoid the barber chair â€" all to no avail. Tony lifted him into the chair and the other guys held him down and tied his arms and legs to the chair.

Tony finally let go of the enormous high pony that floated all the way down the back of the barber chair onto the floor.

"Harry, we know you’re eager to get onto your business as soon as possible but me and the guys think that this offensive slutty appearance needs to be properly punished before you get to work on that silly ugly mop.

The barber paused to reflect. Then he said: "Gentlemen, you’re absolutely right. A male with a horrible mop like this â€" he grabbed Dylan’s exceedingly thick and long pony and pulled it extremely hard making Dylan weep and bring tears in his eyes â€" must be punished for ignoring regular visit to the barber.

I’ve never seen less ever had a boy with such a repulsive mass of hair in my barber chair. I intend to make the most of this experience. Guys, turn that hairy monster around and tie him firmly to the chair. I think that disgusting pony needs particular attention.

They unleashed Dylan, turned him around and tied him backwards in the chair. The barber grabbed a huge pair of tailor scissors and cut off Dylan’s leather pants revealing a small black G-string. "OMG lads look at that. The little c**t even wears a G-string." They all shook their heads and laughed as the barber cut off the G-string as well.

Dylan, still wearing his leg long black leather boots with the four inches high stiletto heels, was now turned around so the barber so he could look at himself in the most humiliating position in the barber mirror whereas his huge sexy ass pointed out in the shop towards the waiting area.

The barber went behind the curtain and came back with a big hairbrush with a hard wooden shaft.

All the guys were recording the scene as the barber went behind the chair.

He grabbed Dylan’s enormous pony and held it very tight making Dylan move his head extremely long backwards.

"Son, I’ll never understand how a father would allow his son to run around with a mop like this â€" he looked at Dylan’s massive mane with disgust â€" and it’s my duty as a professional barber to put an end to that. But first you must pay a price to ignore the honorable gentlemen of my profession for so long."

And then the barber smacked Dylan’s huge sexy ass very hard with the handle of the hairbrush.

Dylan screamed in pain â€" and humiliation â€" having his huge ass spanked by an old barber tied down in a barber chair in an old-fashioned barbershop with five bald guys witnessing it and filming him.

The "audience" laughed and encouraged the barber as he landed one smack after another on Dylan’s sexy ass that turned ever more red.

Dylan screamed and cried â€" to no avail. He was treated as a naughty little boy and his poor fat ass manhandled by an old man. This was the shame of his life.

When the barber finally stopped spanking Dylan’s fat sexy ass it had turned red all over.

The barber put the brush on the desk and untied his pants and took them off. The underpants followed. A rock-hard cock emerged.

The barber placed himself in position right behind Dylan’s huge ass, grabbed the immense high pony and started to enter Dylan’s sexy princess ass!

"Son, this hurts me as much as you, but it has to be done to prevent you from ever feeling the urge to flirt with guys again. I will rail your fat ass now and once I’m done each of these gentlemen will do the same. By then you’re hopefully wiser. This will be the first part of your lesson."

The barber pushed hos way up Dylan’s sexy ass and started to rail him.

Dylan was in a state of shock. He’d flirted with guys many times. Even kissed and caressed. But never had sex with a guy. And now he found himself tied down in a barber chair and railed by and old barber â€" more than sixty years old.

He hardly dared to look in the mirror but got a glimpse of his tower high pony and the guys in the back all with their pants down wanking and filming the old barber railing his ass.

Dylan couldn’t help crying â€" the pain from the spanking, the barber’s huge rock-hard cock in his ass, the guys filming him and wanking, his beloved pony in the hard hands of the barber pulling his head extremely much backwards and used as handle as if he were riding a horse! The humiliation was totally overwhelming, and Dylan cried, and the tears streamed down his face.

The barber finally exploded in his ass and made way for the next guy who positioned him behind Dylan and started railing him.

After having dressed properly the barber picked up the brush and started to brush Dylan’s giant pony with long hard strokes.

The sight of the freshly brushed silky pony covering Dylan’s ass made the guy come and the third guy took over. He grabbed Dylan’s massive pony and put as smush of it as he could up his fat as.
Then he pushed his rock-hard cock through the thick soft vail of hair and into Dylan’s asshole and started to rail his giant pony and fat ass at the same time!

One of the waiting guys mowed in front of Dylan and took a firm grip on the tower of the high pony using it to steer his stone hard cock into Dylan’s mouth. Dylan felt awful with another man’s huge dick in his mouth, and he felt like he was suffocating. He couldn’t do anything else that blow the guy.

Now the barber grabbed his giant pony again â€" this time with a pair of extra sharp scissors in his hands.

"Haircutting time boy" he said and placed the blades around Dylan’s exceedingly long thick beautiful pony 1o inches above the floor.

Dylan with a cock manhandling his sexy ass and blowing a huge hard shaft now felt another humiliation by the horrible snearing sound of the scissors closing around his beloved overlong mane.

Even though the scissors were extra sharp the barber had his difficulties cutting through the dense curtain of silky blond long hair. Giant locks of ten inches raced to the floor as the scissors slowly worked their way across Dylan’s proud pony leaving a trail of freshly cut extremely thick blunt cut ends. Actually, making Dylan’s absurdly long thick pony look even more beautiful and impressive.

When the ass and the mouth guy both had shot a load, Tony was left as the last to punish Dylan.

He ordered Dylan stripped of his leg long leather boots and his remaining clothes and turned around back in normal position in the chair and tied again this time naked.

He asked the barber to "prepare" Dylan and the barber placed paper neck strips around his neck and placed a huge black and white pin striped cape around him covering him completely until his naked feet on the steel footrest.

He then removed the hair tied from Dylan’s high tower Fontaine pony and all of the tied-up hair floated down all over the cape and onto the barber floor.

Even before the haircut Dylan’s mane looked absolutely perfect and very well groomed and taken care of. But with the recent "trim" of ten inches it almost looked even better. Astonishing in all its length and beauty. Ever so healthy and well-conditioned. Any girl would give their right arm for a mop like this.

The barber started to brush out Dylan’s magnificent mane. From the top of his head all the way to the floor.

"I need to pump him up with all that hair" he complained and started to pump up Dylan high in the air.

When the chair reached its maximum Dylan was lifted almost two feet of the floor. And his wonderful mane with the freshly cut thick blunt cut ends now just brushed the floor instead of floating on it.

When the barber had finished brushing out Dylan’s voluminous mane, Tony stepped up to the chair.

To be continued

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