76 Lafayette Street Part 2 by Lavro

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76 Lafayette Street
Part 2 of 2

A thousand feelings and thoughts flowed through me in the brief minute that Austin allowed me to stare at my reflection, stunned. Above the cape, in the overworld lit by the barbershop lights, my neck paled against the black vinyl tightly secured around it. Upon that same vinyl, locks of brown hair with flicks of blond sat in my lap: my bangs that Austin had just snipped above my eyebrow. In this overworld, I appeared as a typical client, except the babrer bit his lip looking at me, knowing what was happening in the dark underworld below the cape.

My wrists were bound tightly by leather cuffs. My torso was secured to the back of the vintage barber chair. My manhood swelled in a sharp metal cage, threatening to burst beyond it's confines if It were not so secured. So tight. Its insatiable excitement came from the sight of myself, in the overworld. With a few quick snips, my appearance was altered. My eyes, now liberated from the heavy bangs that covered them a moment ago, were forced to observe my own helplessness and vulnerability, amplified by the submissiveness of having my appearance changed brutally with no hope of refusal or rebuttal.

Austin, sexy Austin with his bleached hair and tattoos, stood over me like a predator, clippers in his hand. He had ordered me to silence, and so I didn't speak. Yet, I still was fearful, even if I knew this was my Master's will, and Austin was an extension of that. I still had no idea what he planned to do to me.

At last I broke my glance in the mirror and met his eyes, trying to plead, as if to say "do what you have to do, but if there is any room to spare me, please do." If he understood my plea, he ignored it, finally taking a step towards me, clippers and comb in hand.

I thought he would say something, but no. Instead he stepped to my side, positioning my head to make sure I was watching in the mirror. He turned on his clippers like a barber does, like there is no consequence in doing so, like the poor guy in the chair is completely at ease. Yet, when he pressed himself against me lightly, even through his leather apron, I knew he was more excited than he let on. I also knew his anatomy was not restrained like mine was. I longed for the same freedom.

As if spurred on by this excitement, he quickly began to comb and lift the long hair hanging over my ears, drawing it up from below. In a flash, the bare metal teeth of the clippers cleared through the hair held by the comb. The whole bunch fell to my shoulder. With professional precision, he did it again and again, clipper over comb, high, but not too high.

Slowly the long locks on the right side were in my lap and on the floor. Austin pressed the clipper against my sideburn squarely, we'll above my earlobe. He then swiftly began to carve a sharp arch around my ear, the clippers emitting a mechanical roar. I watched him go along the arch over and over again, making a very detailed line around my ear that contrasted heavily with the inch or so of length left of the side of my head.

He only smirked as he walked behind me to my left side and began to repeat the process. First the bulk fell, then he carved the arch around my ear. I tried not to show alarm at the growing pile of hair on the cape.

Austin looked in the mirror, squaring the sideburn to the same height as the other, pressing the blade firmly. The clippers flicked off. He merged the clippers and comb into one hand, running the other through my hair and messing it up lightly. Looking at my appearance, I was relieved that I actually liked it.

"This is a pretty nice mullet, don't you think?" Austin said it as he fingered the long hair at my neck. "Very modern."

I didn't answer but nodded. Even a slight smile tugged at my lips. This looked surprisinly flattering.

"Good boy. What do you think? Think your Master instructed me to give you this sick looking cut? Or am I just self indulging?"

I met his eyes briefly before studying my reflection again. The way he had brutalized my bangs was awful. But this? It suddenly was a look, one I liked. My suppressed smile told him everything.

"You can speak now. Do you like it? Do you think this is what I'm supposed to give you?"

"I like it a lot," I admitted, my throat dry and slightly hoarse. Austin stepped behind me. "But… This isn't the end, is it?"

The clippers turned on before I could finish speaking. The comb lifted the locks from my neck and his clippers quickly ran across the comb. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the comb lift and the clippers cut. I heard the slight hiss sound of my hair sliding down the black vinyl. After a few more swipes, I felt the delicate air on my neck. I opened my eyes to see the whole look changed. No more hair on my neck. No more light curls behind my ears. No more mullet.

Austin was completely focused. He lowered his comb hand and began to press the clipper firmly, carving out a hard squared off look along my neck, connecting it with the carved out arches above my ears. I felt him lift and press, the clippers on my neck giving me goosebumps.

"This is clean," he said, turning off the clippers and grabbing a hand mirror. "Look."

He held it behind me so I could see the back of my head. He had cut it to match the sides, creating a severely sharp outline. My neck skin was pale, nearly white. How radically my look changed. Now, the blunt bangs and lined up neck and ears had none of the attractive edge of the mullet. It was dorky. Controlled. Submissive.

"How about now? Do you like it? Be honest."

"It's… it's hot, but…" Hot that Austin did this to me, not the look itself.

"But?"

"Does it matter what I think?"

"Not at all," he said with a light chuckle. "But if this is what your Master wanted… you might be stuck with this."

I tensed under the cape, staring at myself in awe.

"Is it?" I dared to ask.

"What if I told you that your Master didn't give my specific instructions? What if he told me to do whatever I want?" Austin set the mirror down and stepped behind me again.

"Is that true?"

I didn't know what else to say, nor had I realized he was holding his clippers still, not until I heard them click on loudly. His free hand, no comb this time, grabbed my bangs and pulled hard. My chin went to my chest and I felt him press the clippers against my neck. I paused, panicked, swallowing hard. The clippers inched along skin, stopping right below the perfectly carved hairline at my neck.

"Before I do this, just know that you Master gave me freedom to do as I please with you."

"Austin, you don't have to do it to me like this then! Come on, please!"

I felt the clippers touch the neck line, pushing firmly against my head, no guard. I froze, ice cold. His grip was still clasped on my bangs. The clippers moved up more, and more. He was going to clipper the back off! I felt them enter the longer section of the back, getting higher. Too high!

They arrived to the base of my crown and he didn't stop. Still in the same slow single swipe, I felt them steadily enter the crown. Longer hairs fell to my shoulder. To the floor. His grip on my bangs tightened. Now, not only was my whole body restrained, but I couldn't move my head.The clippers continued in a straight line up through the crown, now barely entering the top of my head.

He should stop here. He has to stop here. I waited to feel him lift the clippers away from my head, but he kept going. Even with my hair being pulled and my chin to my chest, I could see my reflection, could see Austin pressing the clippers to the top of my head, the same slow swipe he began at the back. He just kept on, steadily, moving along the top from the back of my head. I couldn't hold back an audible gasp when the long locks from the top of my head slid through the metal teeth and fell past my face into my lap, leaving behind a trail of pale white scalp.

"You like that?" Austin snickered, still steady with the clippers.

I remained frozen in shock as the line of clippered hair came closer to the very front. I held my breath when Austin pushed them through my hairline. I felt the tension of his grip on my bangs instantly break away. The severed bangs stayed locked in his fingers. My head lifted slightly, freed from his grip, but forced to face itself directly in the mirror.

Austin changed his hold on the clippers, biting his lip eagerly. He pressed them quickly against my forehead, rapidly buzzing through my hair, reducing my hairline to a shadow of stubble. Now my wrists pulled hard on their binds. It wasn't me. My spine tingled. Inside the small cage hidden below my pants, below the barber cape, weighed down by my discarded hair, there was a seizing. A trembling. A powerful quake in my body, one that should be impossible, but I knew it wasn't.

My eyes went wide and my temples flared. I could see them now, since Austin continued to clipper all the hair away, revealing a new person from under it. Someone I had never seen before. My sight trembled and my ears rang. The feeling of the clippers danced forcefully across my scalp. For a moment, I no longer could see, only feel.

There was a pause. It was my brain registering the pleasure. Sight slowly returned. The buzzing and the ringing subsided. When the light filled my eyes again, the clippers were turned off and my whole head was nothing but pale scalp and stubble. Austin was loosening the cape from my neck.

It was gone. All of it. He released the cape, sending my long locks to the barbershop floor. He looked over my bound body, smirking at the large damp spot near my zipper. First he released my torso. Then my wrists. I immediately touched my head, flinching at the sharp hairs. I looked awful. I was speechless.

"My shop is closing. Go back to your Master."

Austin stared at me, his pupils dilated. He liked what he saw. I sat up slowly, rubbing feeling back into my wrist. I felt my soft discarded hair under my shoe. I looked away from my reflection. Austin nodded towards the door. I obeyed him, walking away, unlocking and opening the door to exit.

Austin cleared his throat to get my attention, his arms crossed. Beautiful.

"Thank you," I muttered it before walking out.

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Three weeks had passed since Master sent me to Austin. He was happy with the result. I was happy to see it growing back. My hair had never been this short, so I was happy to see it growing in quickly. I learned my lesson. I was not going to misbehave anymore.

I heard the car horn. Master.

I ran out eagerly, jumping into the the passenger seat. As always, the first thing he did was kiss me deeply.

"I need you to put an address in the GPS for me, boy," he said, always having me navigate.

"Yes, Master," I opened my phone and prepared to type it in. "The address?"

"76 Lafayette Street."

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