One time too many by PONYTail

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ONE TIME TOO MANY

By PONYTail

ADULT LANGUAGE


Adam liked to provoke and challenge with his extra-long knee long blonde thick mane. He loved to display it freely in public. Spreading his four feet long thick blond mane out in a fan and throwing it around to attract attention. He looked at his enormous mane in shop windows and often got a huge hard on. Most people â€" in particular, women â€" shook their heads in disgust whispering how horrendous he looked and how much he needed a haircut. A few told him how long and beautiful it was, and some guys asked if they could touch it. He just loved that.

One of his most challenging pleasures consisted of visiting a local traditional male barbershop! Not entering the shop but parking just outside. He would leave the car and start brushing out his enormous mane right in front of the barbershop window making sure the barber and eventual customers saw him.

He would be rock hard while brushing his fantastic mane and displaying it to the barber and customers. He could stay there on the pavement for a minute or two pretending that he was pondering entering the barbershop for a haircut â€" then making up his mind and get back into his car. This performance gave him a sparkling kick and he wanked openly in the car until he came all the time looking through the barbershop window at the guy in the barber chair getting shorn like a sheep imagining it was himself.

Sometimes he fantasized what it would be like to enter the barbershop with all his freshly washed and brushed out mane (he would brush it in front of the barbershop window to make sure the barber saw him â€" which added further to his excitement) flowing all around him from to the top of his head to his knees.

Watching the barber’s face as he saw that extremely longhaired woman enter his shop and then realizing this wasn’t a woman buy a man with an extraordinary long mane. He imagined he would be all red in his face from embarrassment of visiting a male barbershop with such long hair and he had to clear his throat several times before he could utter: "I see on the sign that you do ladies’ haircut as well. I wonder if you could give me a small trim."

He even fantasized that the barber hesitantly would agree and ask him to take a seat in the barber chair!

At this point in his fantasy, he would almost always cum. But sometimes he managed to hold back to reach the next level in his fantasy. Actually, moving towards the barber chair with the barber staring at the curtain of beautiful extra-long blond hair swaying all around him. He would for the first time since childhood enter the big barber chair and lean back. All his long hair would flow around him and much of it would lie under his huge ass. He would look at himself in the big mirror in front of him as the barber would grab around his mane and gather it all in a massive pony, lift it up high in the air â€" it would hurt when the long hair underneath his huge ass would be dragged out â€" and let go of it behind the barber chair.

Almost in every fantasy this would be the stage where his nerves were so tense he would tell the barber that it was a big decision for him even to have a few inches cut off his precious mane and that he needed some extra time to think it over.

The barber would be annoyed and complain about the time he’d wasted on this client, but he would offer to pay him for a full haircut, and he would get away with that.

Only once he had taken his fantasy to the next level. He had been at the point of fainting and his stone hard cock had taken complete control over his mind and his will was deposited in his total excitement.
The barber had pinned up his enormous mane and applied neck paper (even though he knew he’d only asked for a small trim which would never involve scissors or clippers coming even close to his neck but perhaps the barber had his plans or fantasies as well or perhaps just following routines from clients having short haircuts). He threw a giant black and white pinned cape around him and close it very tight. He felt almost suffocated,

The barber then removed the pins and all his wonderful thick silky blond hair tumbled down all around him â€" he was so close to cuming.

The barber then sprayed his mop and started to groom it â€" visibly very offended by the absurd volume and length of the giant mane. He brushed out the golden carpet all the way to the floor.
The client enjoyed the harsh brushing of his beloved tresses so much he couldn’t hold back and when the barber grabbed his mane and parted it and placed half of it on each side of his head reaching down over his lap and covering all of the cape he exploded in his pants.

Once again, he chickened out â€" in the last minute! This time however the barber got really angry and told him that he wasn’t available for all his small games and that he wouldn’t release him until he got the trim they had agreed.

He realized that this time he had taken it too far and had no other choice than let the barber take off three inches of the length.

He felt sick to his stomach as the salon was filled with the sound of the scissors cutting through his precious mane. Followed by the horrendous sound of clippers as the barber adjusted the cut into a perfect straight blunt cut line across his back.

The barber showed him the cut in a hand mirror, and he almost passed out in the chair. So much hair missing â€" but he had to admit that his ends looked absolutely splendid â€" so thick like a broom and extremely healthy.

The barber released him from the chair, and he stepped out on the floor. The sight of his cut thick blond locks on the barber floor made him tremble and sick â€" he regretted ever having gone so far and deposit his mind in his cock. There was so much vulnerable beautiful hair left on the floor as he went to the counter to pay.

He looked one final time at his lost and left the shop.

He opened his eyes in the car with his pants wet and creamed all over the place â€" but he didn’t care. What mattered was that his fabulous mane was completely intact. Thank God it was just another fantasy however this time so close to reality like never before.

Totally exhausted he started his car and drove towards home after the best ejaculation ever.

He couldn’t stop thinking about that sensational ejaculation and knew he had to repeat it soon, so next day he washed, and blow dried his gigantic mop and pampered it to look even more attractive and beautiful than ever before. With the huge almost four feet long mop freely displayed he parked right outside the barbershop.

The salon was full â€" 4-5 sitting in the waiting area eyeballing the guy getting shorn in the barber chair.

He took out the brush and began to groom his long mane. It was so voluminous and thick and silky it covered him completely like a tent of hair. The car was filled with long silky hair and the wonderful smell of his extraordinarily expensive shampoo and hair care products.

He took out his mobile phone and started filming his long, loose hair with the barbershop in the background like so many times before soon getting horny, and he started rubbing the huge bulge in his lap that was almost at the point of exploding already.

Then there were movements in the salon, but he remained seated with all his blonde mermaid hair spread out all over the seats wanking and filming.

The salon door opened, and three guys stepped out. Two young guys around the age of 17-18 and a slightly older man of approx. forty.

They all looked slim and fit and wore very closed haircuts like crewcuts.

His heart pounded as he looked at them and tried to film with them in the background and all his long girl hair to obtain the dramatic contrast between his own knee long Rapunzel mane and their ultra short haircuts â€" he loved wo watch this afterwards and wank like mad fantasizing it would be him shorn like that.

He was so excited and preoccupied with his fantasies and long hair and filming that he didn't notice at first that they had turned around and now were looking at him. One of them pointed at him and he froze and became embarrassed sitting in the car filming them with all his long blonde mermaid hair loose around him and those three extremely shorthaired males looking straight at him.
Now they moved towards his car. He quickly shut down the Mobil and tried to put it away, but it got caught in all his long blonde hair.

They knocked on the window - and one grabbed the car door and opened it!

"What are you doing sister?" the elderly guy asked.

"Nothing" he stammered. "I was just about to drive".

"Why were you filming us on your mobile" he asked. "We don’t like to be filmed and in particular not when not asked before. And I don’t remember us giving you any permission to film us right".
"I didn't film" he tried but in vain. They had exposed him.

"Why do you have such long ugly hair. You look like a girl" said one of the young guys. "You need a haircut!

Lucky that you have chosen to park right outside in front of the hairdresser. Then we can manage it right away"!

They grabbed his arm and started to pull him out of the car. He was extremely scared because they were three against one and they were all muscular guys. He protested vehemently and tried to kick and push them away but to no avail â€" an on top of it all his ridiculously long hair kept getting in the way making resistance even more difficult.

Finally, the youngest guy grabbed his long mane and gathered it into a huge thick long pony and pulled him out onto the pavement.

They pushed and pulled him by the giant ponytail to the barbershop door. One of the customers inside the salon opened the door for them and they pushed him inside.

The barber looked up from the customer he is giving a short haircut and looked at all the long blond hair that just entered his shop.

"We just found a customer outside who badly needs a haircut" they laughed as they held on to his huge pony.

The barber said he had to finish off his customer. Then he could take care of the Rapunzel.

They pushed him down onto one of the wooden chairs in the waiting area, and sat close beside him, while the third remained standing with a firm grip on his enormous ponytail.

He was about to pass out from fear. He did not know how to get out of this terrible situation. And meanwhile the three men sat and discussed what hairstyle they think he should have!
One recommended a flattop, the second a crewcut and the third a buzzcut. But in the end, they agreed on "barber's choice".

The barber had finished his customer and brushed his neck free of hair and took the neck paper and barber's cape off him. The customer stood up and glared at the long haired held tight by his enormous pony as he went to pay.

The long-haired guy was panicking. He had to go NOW. This nightmare had to end here like all his previous fantasies had done.

He tried to get up and break free, but they held him firm. "Ha princess Goldie lock. You're not going anywhere until you've had your hair cut. A man can't run around with such long, ugly sissy hair."

The barber now looked at him and said: "Next"!

His legs were like jelly, so they had to half push half carry him into the barber chair.

He tried to get up but was pushed back brutally into the chair and held by strong arms.

The tight grip on his pony was released, and all his long thick light straight hair floated over the back of the chair and the seat of the chair to the floor.

The barber grabbed his mane and clipped it firmly on top of his head. Then he put neck paper on him and threw a huge blue, white, red striped cape over him and fastened it very tightly around his neck.

He removed the clips and the huge fair mane tumbled down all around him to the floor.

The barber looked shocked at the extent and length of his mat, but then took a hairbrush and went around behind the chair and began to groom his mane. The barber was the old-fashioned type who didn't think men should have long hair. And certainly not a huge untamed mane like this.

The princess seemed to have given up fighting back, for he sat quite still locked inside the huge cape without resistance.

"That was fine princess. Now you just sit quietly and let the barber do his job in peace. We wouldn't want you to get hurt because you're sitting uneasily in the barber's chair.

They released their grip on his arms and sat back in the waiting area, turning on their cellphone cameras so they all filmed the long-haired guy in the chair.

When the barber finished grooming the mane, the blond thick mat flowed down around him to the floor, covering most of the cape.

"Now the princess needs a haircut," one of the guys said. "It has been many years since he last sat in the hairdresser's chair. I can't wait to see all that ugly long crap cut off."

The longhaired guy was trembling in the chair and kept begging to let him go - to no avail.

The hairdresser opened a drawer in the table in front of the chair and took out a giant pair of scissors. "Yes, it's true. He must use the tailor's scissors for that mop. We’ve never seen him use those giant shears before. They must be for very special customers" they cheered.

He was about to pass out at the sight of the huge, sharp scissors.

The hairdresser walked around behind him and looked at the huge, long thick straight blond hair that hung all the way down to the floor.

Then he started pumping the chair in the air. Higher and higher the poor victim rose until at last he was hanging more than two feet above the floor. His huge mat was now clear of the floor and now swayed freely about three inches above it.

The barber turned the chair around away from the mirror!

He grabbed the colossal mat and lifted it up, feeling it.

"Hmmmm, we have to remove the bulk before we can decide which hairstyle suits you best" he said.

Then he took the hairbrush and brushed all the front hair down over him, so that it covered the entire cape in front down to his thighs.

They laughed at the humiliation and pointed at him: "Ohh look at that! The little princess looks all like a sheepdog. She can't see a thing. That's mean Mr. Barber sir ha ha ha."

The poor guy could hardly breathe beneath that thick blond vail covering his face completely and he looked ever so helpless and humiliated just sitting there with all his glorious mane brushed down all around him almost to the barber floor.

Then the barber began to stick the sides and back of his mane section by section on his head to further humiliate him and drag out the pain of the haircut.

Then he took the huge scissors to the long beautiful vulnerable mat and inserted it at the side just above the shoulders and pressed the sharp blades together around the vulnerable precious locks. There was a loud snarl as the scissors cut their way through the thick carpet of hair. He cut off the one-meter-long lock after it just above the shoulders, so that the newly cut hair just hung completely straight down free from the shoulders.

The long hair tumbled down the cape and rested in his lap or slid further down to the floor, which was quickly covered with a blond thick carpet of beautiful long-cut fair hair, which the barber stepped into without regard. Gradually it grew up to his ankles.

The barber had carefully cut off all the inner long hair above the shoulders, and now he loosened all the long hair, which was held up with clips.

It came down again with four feet of glorious thick blond hair, and you couldn't possibly see the page cut behind the thick curtain of hair that reached almost to the floor.
Barber groomed the mane thoroughly before picking up the giant scissors.

Again, he ignored that the poor guy was completely covered in hair in front of his face and was struggling to breathe from behind the thick blanket of hair.

He began to cut all the long outer hair to the same length as the inner just above the shoulders. Tons of long thick beautiful blonde locks flew down the cape, past the lap, which was completely full of hair, and onto the floor where the clipped blonde pile of hair eventually reached three inches in height.

The scissors relentlessly cut more and more of the long, beautiful hair, and a bob hairstyle appeared just above the shoulders. Now all that was missing was the 4-foot-long frontal hair.

The barber stood in front of the chair "Well, it's time we help you see again" and then without warning he inserted the large sharp scissors into the thick frontal hair on the far-right side and moved the scissors upwards, to it almost reached the hairline. And then he began to cut his way through the thick underbrush across the forehead. Tons of thick long blond hair tumbled down the face and down the lash with each cut of the sharp scissors into the vulnerable beautiful long hair.

The barber deliberately cut very slowly to drag out the pain and humiliate the long-haired as much as possible, but slowly more and more of his face was revealed as the scissors plowed their way through the thick vail.

Finally, he was left with ultra short thick bangs and a page hairstyle with hair just above his shoulders.

If he previously had looked like a girl with his knee-length hair, he now looked even more feminine with a bob cut and baby bangs.

"Look at the princess" the spectators laughed. "How sweet she looks. Smile princess" they taunted him.

Then the barber said "I don't have time to spend any more time on this. I have other customers waiting. Let's get this haircut finished."

The guy in the chair looked terrified as the barber turned on the OsterClassic75 he had taken from the rag in front of the chair. It had a horrible high metallic noise that went straight into his central nervous system.

The barber explained that he wasn’t insensitive, so he had placed a guard no 1 on the clippers.

He moved behind the chair and with the comb he lifted the bob-cut hair up and placed the clippers on the back of the neck under the thick hairline. The poor guy had shivers down his spine as he felt the icy vibrating steel against his neck.

And then the barber started to move the clippers up through the thick neck hair. Huge chunks of shorn golden hair tumbled down the back of the chair and onto the floor as the machine worked its way up to the top of the head, leaving a completely bare strip in its footpath. It looked wonderful as well as horrendous.

The barber placed the clippers under the heavy weight line again and the clippers removed all the beautiful thick blond gold on its way upwards to the crown. Tons of hair raced to the floor â€" the poor guy must have felt awfully cold with the bare neck after all these years of a warm blanket hiding it.

The barber methodically removed all hair from the back and leaved his neck completely exposed.

He then moved to the left and let the clippers take all the hair that covered the ear. The customer now only had a third of his bob cut left â€" but not for long. The barber moved to the other side and clipped the right ear free of hair.

The barber turned off the clippers and placed them in the rag. He took a bottle with shaving foam and distributed it on the neck and sides. He picked up the razor and started to shave the poor guy. He lost it all except the ridiculous bangs. The barber left them extremely short, blunt cut straight across his forehead half an inch from the hairline to fulfil the humiliation and punishment.

When finished he turned the chair around to face the mirror.

"I give you one shining example of barber's choice. I'm sure you'll be glad to be rid of that huge mop and all the work that went into it."

The man was paralyzed and in total disbelief when he stared at his horrible new haircut in the mirror.

The barber relieved him of the cape and neck paper. He brushed off the small hairs and let the barber chair down.

The guy sat as if petrified in the chair, hypnotized by his own reflection - surrounded by blond thick cropped hair all around him.

The spectators applauded the barber and the successful haircut â€" and to humiliate the former Rapunzel.

He could hardly get up from the chair and the legs threatened to disappear underneath him.

"It's not every day you get a customer through the door with a mat like that, so the haircut is free. But you have to clean up after yourself" the barber said as he pointed to the huge pile of cut off beautiful thick blonde hair that was all over the floor. "Take the broom there and sweep up all the ugly hay and put it in the waste bin where it belongs."

He proceeded to sweep up all his beloved long cropped hair as the spectators laughed and cheered.

There was so much long hair cut off that it couldn't fit in the waste bin, so the barber had to get an extra waste bag to fit it all.

He looked in the mirror again and felt nauseous. He didn't know what he looked like completely shaved and with the ridiculous thick ultra short bangs. He was ashamed of his appearance.

He hurried to leave the salon, but they shouted after him: "Remember to come back every 14 days princess - otherwise we will come and get you" and "then you can learn not to run around and film strangers on the street, without their permission".


THE END

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