The apology in action by Maxbuzz

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Following on from "the best apology".

I ran my fingers slowly through his thick hair as he lay with his head in my lap. It felt soft and silky running between them, smooth on my skin. I sank my hands in deeper to the bulk that tumbled down into my lap and I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. Two months had passed since we had made our deal and he had posted on his socials saying he would buzz his head if he reached $2,000 in donations.

"Are you sure you want to do this Buzzcut?" I asked as he looked up at me.
"You’re not getting attached to the mop are you?" He said with a cheeky grin his hair spread out in my lap its dark brown colour contrasting against my tan chino shorts.
"No, but I do like playing with it!" I replied running my hands through it once again. "And I don’t want to feel like I pressured you into it too much" I added.
"Well, I didn’t say anything before I came over today but we’ve hit the target.." he said biting his lip as he pushed himself off the couch and came to kneel in front of me. He flicked his hair out of his face as he spoke but it stubbornly flopped back over his forehead covering his eyes. I could never get over how much it grew in such a short amount of time, it now well overlapped his collar and his ears were covered completely.
"Oh wow!" I said feeling myself stir beneath my trousers, "you kept that one quiet didn’t you!" I said as he edged closer to me.
"I did.." he whispered as he bent his head forwards toward me, his hair tumbling down over his face, "because I wanted it to be a surprise".
"Ahh, I see!" I said reaching forward and grabbing a handful of his mop in my hands, using it to pull his head back so he was looking up at me again.
"I want this to be between you and me" he said, "no recording, no vlog".
"Really?" I questioned, thinking to myself that he usually did anything for views and this would be big content for him shearing off his trademark hair into a short buzzcut.
"Really" he repeated smiling at me as I let the hair go watching it flop back into place. He pushed the bangs back out of his face as he added, "I want it to be a sincere apology for slating you in my last video and I want it to be a special moment between us because I know how much you’ll enjoy it!" He stated matter of factly. "Just before and after photos and maybe one of a big pile of hair on the floor too?" He grinned before biting his lip again.
"Sounds good to me!" I said as I stood up from the sofa and closed the blinds of the living room. He was still knelt in front of the sofa, his head turned to look at me as I walked back over to him. I smoothed his hair down feeling its silky texture under the palm of my hands. He leant into my hand still facing away from me his head cocked to the right, my left hand running up the side of his face and coming up through the length that obscured his ears.
"Don’t move an inch" I said as I ruffled his hair playfully and made my way into the bathroom.

My heart started to beat quickly as I rummaged in the bathroom drawers pulling out an old pair of wahl clippers that I had stashed in there. The guards sat loose in the draw amongst the detritus of daily life, razors cotton wool buds and unopened packs of soap and toothpaste. I unravelled the cord of the clippers and plugged them in next to the bathroom mirror before sifting through the drawers until I found a selection of guards. There was a one, two, four, five, six and an eight I took them all out and placed them on top of the cabinet in size order before finding the scissors and comb at the very back of the draw. I laid them on the side next to the clippers and the guard before walking back into the living room. He was still there knelt exactly where I had left him his head bowed the overhead light reflecting slightly on the mahogany locks that dangled forward enticingly.

"I was expecting you to have moved!" I said as he looked up at me and smiled sheepishly.
"I wouldn’t have dared" he replied as I stood in front of him and he put his hands on me, one on each thigh his face still looking up and me inquisitively.
"Good" I said pushing his bangs off his face and holding them back off his forehead. "So much length here!" I marvelled as I let the bangs slip between my fingers and fall over his hazel eyes. "Seems such a waste" I said as I plunged my hands into the growth again pulling his face forward into my crotch. My hands entwined in the length at the back of his head.
"Hmm, I can feel you’re excited" he mumbled from where his face was pressed into my shorts.
"You just wait!" I said as I gently pulled him up to his feet using his hair for leverage, my hands still buried deep in it as I kissed him passionately and felt his tongue slip inside my mouth. Eventually our tongues parted and we stood breathing heavily our bodies pressed together each feeling the swelling below the other’s fabric. I grabbed his shoulders as our bodies parted, turning him away from me as I pushed him in front of me guiding him gently out of the lounge and down the hallway into the bathroom.

"Close your eyes" I instructed as I shut the lid of the toilet and guided him to sit down on it, his eyes pressed shut. They were only just visible from under the hair that obscured his vision, small wrinkles forming at their corners as he fought the urge to open them, sat anxiously perched on the edge of the seat his breathing a little more rapid now telling me he’d spied the cutting tools I had laid out on the cabinet.
"Left or right" I said as I picked up the clippers in one hand and the scissors in the other.
"I don’t know what’s in either" he said almost pouting as I came to stand in front of him. The cable for the clippers was almost stretched to its maximum but there was sufficient room to reach his head with them. For the first time I was thankful for the small size of my bathroom.
"You’ll have to trust me then won’t you" I stated as I put one my legs between his gently pushing them apart so I could stand between them. Again his hands came to my things as he gently felt his way up and gripped my buttocks. "Left or right" I repeated steadily as he bit his lip.
"Left" he said breathlessly on an exhale resuming his nervous habit and chewing harder on his lip.
"Interesting" I said as I put the clippers and the scissors back where they came from. "Now" I said, "pick a number between one and eight". He frowned and shook his head gently letting out a sigh of frustration.
"Three" he said as I chuckled softly.
"Ok, one higher or one lower?" I asked as he frowned again and thought for a moment his brow furrowed.
"Lower" he said with a sudden burst of confidence.
"If you say so!" I said enjoying seeing him squirm in his seat the expectation becoming almost too much to handle. "I’ll give those to you then" I said as I picked up his first choice and placed them in his hands. "You can open your eyes" I said as he looked down and saw the scissors laid in his palm their cold metal against the warmth of his skin.

"What now?" He said grimacing up at me, the reality of the situation starting to sink in.
"Relax, we don’t have to do this" I said as I lifted the scissors from his palm and opened and closed them a couple times his eyes locked on me the whole time.
"We do, I want to, I’m just nervous" he said smiling weakly up at me through his veil of hair.
"You tell me when you’re ready" I said as I advanced closer to him picking up a thick lock of hair from his bangs and holding it up away from his forehead. He let out a large sigh as I advanced the scissors on the lock, one blade either side of it now as the crook of them nestled into his hair prepared to take off a good 3/4 of the length. He reached over to me, unbuttoning my shorts as I pulled the scissors away from his head.
"If we are doing it, you’re doing it properly" he said as he let my shorts drop to the floor and pulled my pants down around my ankles.
"Really?" I said as I dropped the scissors on the cabinet, kicking away my clothes before I peeled his top off over his head. I enjoyed seeing his hair flop back into place as it was released from the collar of his tee.
"Really!" He said suddenly confident as he pulled me into him and took me in his mouth. I moaned deeply as he began to move back and forth on me, breathing deeply as I held his head into my crotch hearing him gag slightly a fist full of his hair holding him in place.
"You want the clippers don’t you!" I said as he nodded, still working on me, the feeling of pleasure rising in my body as he did.
"Ok, who am I to deny you!" I said as I pulled away from him, his mouth empty as he watched me reach for the clippers and fasten on the number two guard. I flicked the clippers on and held them in front of his face their humming filling the otherwise silent room. He watched them, his gaze fixed as I reached up and stroked his hair gently, running my hands through it and savouring its feel between them.

Eventually, I came to stand closer in front of him the tip of my manhood resting on his lower lip, the clippers still humming in my hands as I pushed his bangs off his face and placed the clippers on his forehead. I let go of his hair and watched it fall haphazardly over the clippers, still alive and hungry as they vibrated on his forehead mere centimetres away from his hairline. The dark brown of his hair stood out against the white of plastic as he sat completely still not moving for what felt like an eternity. I edged myself closer to him, my tip now between his lips as my hands stayed steady, one now resting gently on the crown of his head fingers holding him still. His tongue teased me now, confidence growing in his eyes as he looked up at me before smiling and pushing himself deeper onto my cock. As he did the clippers connected with his hair and buzzed loudly, their teeth closing on his hairline and chewing their way a couple of inches into the thick undergrowth as he pushed forwards still further onto me, forcing the hungry machine across the top of his head. I gasped as I watched, his hair was sliced crudely away from his head sliding slowly down until it brushed against my groin, soft and lifeless on my skin before it tumbled to the floor and I felt it between my toes. The half pass across the top of his head had yielded a good harvest, but he had exhausted his movement on me and pulled back again. I grasped his hair tighter and held him still as I pushed the clippers the rest of the way across his head and watched his hair tumble backwards away from me and land on the white porcelain of the toilet. My cock fell from his mouth as I pulled myself away from him and dropped the clippers, still vibrating into his hands. As I bent down to grab the pile of shorn locks to show him I felt a hand firm on my shoulder and I was forced to my knees in front of him. My fingers grasped the cut locks between them as I looked up to find him smiling down at me, a menacing look on his face. Before I could think he lurched forwards and grabbed a handful of my blonde thatch, pulling me roughly towards him, tension on my scalp making me wince as he smiled again and forced the clippers into my hair. They buzzed deeply as he laughed out loud, the look of horror on my face as they travelled further across my scalp, hair raining down to the floor as my perfectly manicured curtains became a lot more parted.

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