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New pet shot in town.

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A new rule at security checks in the mall to avoid theft of items hidden in unnoticeable places. They can catch hold of any sus short haired guy and scan him down.

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Naked under the cape

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Who would you DO?

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The Sensual Snip

Nirav, the boss at an upscale advertising firm, paced back and forth in his office, frustration evident in his furrowed brow. Jay, one of his employees, had been slacking off lately, missing deadlines and letting the quality of his work slip. Nirav knew he had to take action.

Summoning Jay to his office, Nirav greeted him with a stern look. "Jay, we need to talk about your performance," he began, his voice carrying the weight of disappointment.

Jay shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding Nirav's gaze. "I know, I've been struggling lately. I'll do better, I promise," he stammered.

Nirav sighed, knowing that simply reprimanding Jay wouldn't be enough to motivate him. Then, an idea struck him. "I have a proposition for you," he said slowly.

Jay looked up, curiosity mingling with apprehension in his eyes.

"I'm going to give you a chance to prove yourself," Nirav continued, his tone softening slightly. "But first, I need you to trust me."

With a determined glint in his eye, Nirav stood up and walked over to Jay, reaching for a pair of scissors on his desk. Jay's heart raced as he watched Nirav approach, his mind racing with questions.

Without a word, Nirav began to carefully snip away at Jay's hair, sculpting it into a sleek, sensual style. Each precise movement of the scissors sent a gentle whisper through the air, a soothing symphony of sound that seemed to calm Jay's nerves.

As Nirav worked, he ran his fingers through Jay's hair, gently massaging his scalp with each pass. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers down Jay's spine as he surrendered himself to the intimate touch of his boss.

With every snip and every stroke, Jay felt himself letting go of his worries and insecurities, the tension melting away with each cut of the scissors. It was as if Nirav was not only shaping his hair but also sculpting his spirit, molding him into the confident, capable man he knew he could be.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Nirav stepped back to admire his handiwork. Jay stared at his reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing himself. But there was something undeniably alluring about his new look, a sense of power and allure that he had never experienced before.

"Consider this a fresh start," Nirav said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I believe in you, Jay. Now go out there and show everyone what you're capable of."

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Rohan succumbed to the temptation of shoplifting at a local supermarket.

However, his misdeed did not escape the sharp eyes of the floor manager, Mr. Patel, a stern figure known for his unwavering dedication to discipline. Rohan's heart raced as Mr. Patel approached, his expression a mix of disappointment and resolve.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Mr. Patel's voice cut through the air like a sharpened blade.

Caught red-handed, Rohan's cheeks burned with shame. He mumbled an apology, but Mr. Patel's response was swift and decisive.

"Stealing is not tolerated here. You must face the consequences," Mr. Patel declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a heavy heart, Rohan soon followed Mr. Patel to the center of the supermarket, where a makeshift barber's chair awaited him. The murmurs of shoppers filled the air as they watched the unfolding spectacle with avid curiosity.

Rohan sat in silence as the barber, under Mr. Patel's watchful gaze, stripped away his carefully styled hair, leaving behind a stark reminder of his wrongdoing. With every bundle of hair that fell on his lap, Rohan felt a piece of his pride and dignity fall away.

But it was not over. When Mr.Patel walked behind him with a marker, he had no idea what was being done to his head. Soon, he found himself being tied in the neck with a cheap metal collar and being paraded around the whole supermarket.

After hours of humiliation, Rohan met Mr. Patel's eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of remorse and grief for his hair. He knew he had paid the price for his moment of greed. Leaving the supermarket, Rohan felt the weight of his punishment like a burden on his shoulders, only he had lesser hair.

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Thick rough hair about to get clippered down.

Under the cape satisfaction scenes🤤

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Roleplay by TheGuyWhoWantsToCutHair

I think another reason I got drawn towards Jace's hair that night was because of the game we used to play. It went as back as my childhood years.

We called it "Barber Barber" and was a version of the typical Indian game " doctor doctor", and essentially was roleplay at it's best.

Jace would be the customer and I would become the barber. I enjoyed it alot...all the roleplay and asking what kind of cut he wanted. I would use a real comb, my index and middle finger as scissors and a very blunt paper cutter as the razor. In childhood, it was all an enactment and no actual hair would fall down the cape!

A week after returning from our trip, Jace and I were chilling in my room. Jace was busy listening to his heavy metal music. It was so loud that I could hear it from his earphones.

I was using my phone to download a hair trimmer simulator app that people used for pranks... and that gave me an idea.

"Hey Jace, hey hey listen... remember the haircut game we used to play as kids? Wanna play? I'm super bored." I asked as I nudged him out of his music trance.

"Grow up man, are you still a kid?, " he said.

"Oh come on Jace, why can't we relive our childhood days? Come on, it'll be fun. You just visited a barbershop yesterday, not like I'm going to actually cut any hair of yours," I said in a persuasive tone.

Jace was only half listening to me as he was still lost in his own world as he said, "You know what, you do you. I don't care, just don't disturb me when I'm listening to music."

This was my perfect opportunity. I quickly stood up and got my fine comb, clippers, a spray bottle, and a big cloth for the cape. I hid the clippers and the razor so that Jace could not see it.

I let Jace sit where hel was sitting and draped the cloth around his neck. His thick black hair looked sexy with the fresh trim he got yesterday. The hair on the back were about 1/2 an inch and felt like bristles. I started playing with his top hair which were kept a bit longer and it was soooooo pleasurable to move my hand around his head. His hair still had volume and bounce. I took the spray bottle and started wetting his hair. He was a bit disturbed when the drops fell on his earphones, but he didnt pay much heed.

Using the comb, I collected a fringe from the front and pretended to cut it with my fingers. I had to. I couldn't actually cut his front hair... he would know instantly.

The hairplay went on for a bit before I moved on to his sideburns. I opened the trimmer simulator app on my phone and showed it to Jace in a way as if asking for approval. He nodded and I knew I could go on now without disturbing him.

I combed down his sideburn hair and turned on my phone trimmer. The device vibrated profusely and emanated a buzzing sound. It wasnt quite really like a clipper, but it worked. In a outward direction, I grazed my phone on his right sideburn first and then to his left one. Jace was completely unsuspecting.

I progressed to his back and that's were the climax of my game would happen. I turned off the phone app, and picked up my actual clipper. Uff, they were the real deal. I turned it on and kept it lightly on Jace's neck and waited to see if he suspected anything.

Nope. He was in his own heavy metal world and I took my chance and dragged the clipper from the tip of his V shaped neckline and in a scooping motion, made a strip of tapered hair on Jace's back. I was shivering with joy.

I continued to strip off more and more on either sides of the centre. I knew I could remove alot of hair, all they would fall in front and I would be caught red handed. The hair which got collected on the trimmer after one scoop, were slowly tossed on the piece of cloth I kept for cleaning. I made sure not to go on the sides and not let any hair fall on Jace's shoulders. It was a fetish frenzy for me.

I was able to do a good job with the taper and if anyone looked just at his back, they would think it was done by the barber Jace visited yesterday. Dusting off the hair, I made swift action on his top to pretend that I was done shearing.

But I wasnt done... I took out the razor that I hid under a pillow from the right hand and in the left I turned on the simulator app again.

Just keeping the simulator on his neck as a distraction, I used the razor to shave off his nape. His beautiful V shape had gone. And I made sure he got an extra high neckline. Now, a stark and straight nape could be seen which was higher than where Jace's earlobe ended. Everything below it got a nice shave...and Jace thought it was just clipper roleplay.

Having finished my haircut, I removed off the cape and pretended to brush off Jace's neck and tshirt.

I had to clean up everything before his songs ended, and I was very well able to do so. After some time, when Jace went to the washroom, I could hear loud curses and accusation," That barber messed up my hair... I told him to not touch my V line...I'm never going back to him" complained Jace.

But little did he know, that he was accusing the wrong barber!

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The perfect cut for lockdown in India by TheGuyWhoWantsToCutHair

Nirav's hair had grown out just like the guy's in the video. But he couldn't go for a haircut due to lockdown nor were there any app services where he could call a barber at home. It was a problem for him since he had never grown hair so long. He would keep it trimmed and neat... not too short either.

Aditya lived in the opposite flat, and one day Nirav saw him when they both opened their doors to leave the trash outside for the trash person to collect.

Two days back he had his silky black hair combed neatly and today Aditya had a perfectly nice trim.

"Hey, where did you get a haircut," Nirav asked casually.

"Oh, is it looking bad? I cut it myself," said Aditya in a modest way.

"Whaaat... you cut them yourself?!" Nirav exclaimed, "you must be kidding, it's perfect."

"Pheeww... thanks" Aditya replied.

Just as Aditya was about the close the door, Nirav asked, " hey, ummm, do you think... you could, maybe... give me a haircut? All the barbershop are closed."

Aditya replied, " oh... I'm not sure I'm so skilled. But I could give it a try. I cant promise a nice outcome, Alright?"

"Oh that's great... I really need a trim... not too much a change, but I'd really appreciate if you could help me out."

"Cool then, I'll see you in the afternoon. But I must tell you, I'm not so good with my scissors. Perhaps I'll need to use my clippers."

Aditya was being too modest. He was good with his clippers let alone his scissors. That afternoon,when Aditya knocked on his door, Nirav was looking more lean in his loose tshirt than he already was. He smelled good and had just taken a shower.

Aditya had brought the clippers he had ordered online last year. It came with one adjustable guard and worked pretty fine.

He also brought a razor with a new blade, but didnt get it out from his pocket just yet.

In a jiffy, Nirav was under the cape and Aditya started setting his hair. He wet just the hair on the top and used the comb to create a horseshoe parting around the crown. Nirav's hair was quite dense and Aditya felt good running his fingers through them. He slowly pushed Nirav's head downwards and turned on the clippers. He had set it to #4. From his left hand the comb went downwards and the right hand scooped hair out. Eventually, Nirav's back hair were in a low taper and the swirls of his nape hair could be seen.

"Wait... I want to feel how its turning out. I hope it's not too short." Nirav demanded as his hand reached out from under the cape to the back of his head, feeling the bounce in the freshly short hair. They felt bristly and Nirav knew Aditya was cutting it just fine.

"Why don't you want to go short? I suggest I go really short on you. That way, you wont have to go looking for a barber for months. Who knows when the lockdown's going to end. Whatsay?," suggested Aditya.

It made sense. Nirav had not thought of it that way. He was used to have short hair, sometimes he even went for an all over #2 buzz cut. And even if it didn't turn out to look good, who was going to care about it in this pandemic's lockdown?

"Yeah man, it makes sense. Okay then, you go as short as you can, so that I dont need to bother about my hair for quite some time. Go for it," And as soon as Nirav said that, Aditya removed the guard from his clippers and brought them back to life. He kept the comb away, and started at the right side. Pushing the top hair on the other side to create a fine parting, Aditya buzzed off Nirav's thick long sideburn. The clippers kept going up till the parting, and strip by strip he progressed towards the back.

At the nape, he had to use the clippers downwards to get rid of the swirl which grew in an upward direction.

Thick black hair lay on the floor and the cape and Nirav sat submissively looking at all the hair falling down. Aditya had started reducing the volume on the top using the clipper over comb to create a perfect undercut. Soon, Nirav looked more dashing in the shortest he had ever gone. It suited him. Aditya,on the other hand, had something else in mind. He wanted to go shorter.

While he started brushing off the hair from Nirav's face and around the neck, Nirav thought the haircut was done and felt good about it. Aditya quickly pressed down the top hair and started spraying water on the back and sides. He made sure Nirav kept his head down.

He took out his razor and turned it open in a way Nirav would not see. Keeping his left hand firmly pressed on Nirav's head, he grazed the razor from the crown parting at the back of his head. A small patch of skin was revealed and Nirav was shocked to understand what was happening.

Nirav pushed back his head to turn over and looked at Aditya asking, "What are u doing? Why is there a razor in your hand?"

Aditya stronglyy turned Nirav's head and said in a suggestive tone," I'm just doing you a favour. I'm going as short as possible, just like you said. Trust me, you wont need my help again with your hair for a long time now. You just relax."

And with that, Aditya stripped off more and more from what remained of his hair to expose the bald skin. It colour of the skin blended with that of his neck. The razor kept shaving and soon the undercut hairstyle Nirav liked, had become a bald undercut. A medium length of hair stayed at the top of his head in the shape of a'U'.

Nirav was unsure how it would look, but when it was done, his hand went back to his head to feel the ultra small tips of hair that remained on the sides and back. It felt good. "Hmmm, I've never gone THIS short..."

Aditya used the clippers with a number 3 guard and buzzed off the hair on top to balance out the proportions. And by now, Nirav's face looked completely different.

"Wow, I have never imagined myself like this. I think it's the perfect style for this lockdown, said Nirav.

"And the perfect one for Indian summers too!" exclaimed Aditya has he opened up the cape to reveal a freshly shorn Nirav.

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Dominant daddy with landing strip styling submissive neighbour

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Such thick hair, running fingers through them🤤

Who wants to cum on hair like this?

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Shaved flat top. Photoedit

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This guy has the best hair and they all fall down the clear cape. What a treat. Also gave him a landing strip edit.

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Isnt it wonderful to be able to hold down the head and graze the clippers? To have that power over someone to make or break their look, to feel their overgrown top juxtaposed with the stubble-like hair that remains in the back and sides. To push down their head and hold it still as you break through his hairline.

Isnt it also wonderful to be held down? Not knowing what's happening to your hair and how much of it is cut off until all you see is shorn hair falling off your shoulders... eventually into your lap while the barber continues to buzz... keeping your head to the chin and occasionally tilting it to a side. To feel his strong hand on your head which keeps you grounded to your seat and feel submissive to his clippers.

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Thick hair falling on the cape...

Screenshots from a youtube video, edited.

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Tyler hochelin would make a nice superman with short hair. He can pull off anything with that bulge.