"What will it be today sir?" I asked, as the patron stepped up and into the chair at my Barber Shop.
"I want to get rid of all this _s_h_i_t_," he said, as he ran his hands through the long hair on his head.
"You want more than just a trim?" I said, trying to get him to clarify just what kind of haircut he wanted.
"I said, I want it all gone, shave me dude!"
I began by removing the guard from the clippers and starting at the front, I proceeded to give the customer the cut he desired. I was somewhat fascinated, though, he had such a beautiful head of chestnut brown wavy hair, and he had done such a nice job of caring for it. It just didn't make sense that he would choose such a drastic change all at once.
"What made you decide to get rid of all your hair?" I asked.
Master demanded it, he said in a quiet but determined tone.
"Oh," I said, trying not to make him uncomfortable. And yet, I couldn't help but ask more about this situation. "Why did master want you to get your head shaved?"
"Master wants me to get the full cut, I am to get the "man-maker" and more", he replied.
"Is your master a customer of mine?" I asked. "Do I know him?"
"Master says he knows you and that you will give me the treatment I need. Master says you will help me to resemble the little boy I truly am. Master says once you take away the markings of puberty and manhood, I will more clearly see how much I resemble the little boy I am, and will realize how superior master's body is to mine. Master says he will be in to give me the necessary spankings I need once the shaving of my pubic hair and ass fur is done. Master also wants me to pay for my haircut and shave myself."
"Your master sounds wise, and I think it is right, if you have to learn a lesson that you would pay for the haircut and shave yourself."
"Master wants me to arrange to pay for the services in trade. I am to offer services for your services. Will you please let me rim your ass in exchange for my shavings?"
"Wow, your Master must really have a hold on you! Not many guys could make such a bold request. Yes, I suppose you could rim my ass in exchange for my services, but I might want a blow job too!"
"Master says I should not be disrespectful of you, and offer anything you want in trade for my proper shavings."
By this time I was lathering his head, and my _c_o_c_k_ had grown stiff as could be and I was oozing precum. I knew that I would have to disrobe to do the shaving, I would just be too in to it.
Mr. Johnson, one of the local banker's was in the shop the whole time. he had never gotten anything from me but a regular businessman's cut, though he knew what other things happened in the shop, as he had seen plenty. Mr. Johnson spoke up. "Does you master allow you to suck anyone's _c_o_c_k_?"
With that comment, I looked over to see him rubbing a thick _c_o_c_k_ through dress pants.
Surprised, by the question, as I had always thought Johnson was uninterested in any of the extra's in my shop, I took note of the exchange that followed between Johnson and the man I was shaving.
"My master says I can suck any customer in the shop today, but they have to have the man-maker treatment, skin tight flat-top, and body shave."
"I'll think it over." said Johnson as I finished shaving the man's head.
"Take off your clothes," I ordered the man, "and raise your arms."
Johnson spoke, "Give me the whole thing too, but just a short flat top, no head shave. This here slave is going to suck me off!!"
The other man spoke up, "You will have to take the spanking too, my master says that is part of the man-maker."
"Alright," but I'm not taking them from you.
"My master will be along, to spank me, he can spank you too, alright?"
"Deal," replied Johnson.
"Let's shake on it" said the other man. "Master says it is always important to shake on a deal, it's a matter of honor."
Just as I was moving down to the man's legs to start clippering them, Kevin Woods, a guy who had been coming to my shop for years came in.
"Kevin, what are you doing here? asked Mr. Johnson. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I took a personal day today, said Kevin. "I needed to give Sport here some quidance. He grew up without the proper influence of a guiding father, and I'm training him over. I'm Sport's master! He and I met in the backroom at a men's bar and he had the audacity to challenge me to a dick off. Can you imagine, Sport thought that little dick was as big or bigger than mine! He thought that was a man sized _c_o_c_k_!"
I was about to buzz off the pubes from Sport's very very thick forest of crotch hair. Sport's pubes were exceptionally long, they covered at least three inches of what seemed quite an adequate sized _c_o_c_k_ without exposing it from under the pubes. And, then I remembered, Kevin did have the largest dick of all the man-maker clients, though I'd never seen it erect.
Sport spoke up. "Master Kevin, I was able to arrange proper payment for my shavings!" "And", he quickly offered, I am going to suck Mr. Johnson's dick after he gets his man-maker treatment. Mr. Johnson said it is okay for you to give him his required spankings, too."
By this time, I smelled the trap. Mr. Johnson was Kevin's supervisor at the bank. Kevin had been complaining about his boss the last couple of times he was in, and how he wished he could find a way to lower hima a peg and get him in for the man-maker.
Sport was finished, and Kevin wasted no time in taking him over his lap to inflict the spankings he had promised as part of the treatment. After taking off his own shirt, and sitting in the barber's chair, he lit into Sport's butt. Sport kept count, and when he came to fifty, Kevin asked for the barber's strop, and gave Sport fifty more. Sport's _c_o_c_k_ was dripping, and stood proud at 10 inches. "Thank you master, my little boy _c_o_c_k_ likes your treatment of me." Sport said.
Mr. Johnson's time in the chair had come. He had loosened his tie while deciding on the man-maker, and had now taken it off along with his dress shirt and undershirt, revealing a dense mat of hair on his chest, so dense it made his pink nipples obvious.
Mr. Johnson looked again at the ten inch _c_o_c_k_ standing proud from Sport's newly shaved crotch, and adjusted himself in the barber chair. "Kevin," he said, "perhaps we could make another wager about the tanning of my ass?"
"What did you have in mind," Kevin asked.
"Anther dick-off! If my meat is bigger than yours when erect, I don't have to take the whipping, and I still get a blow job from Sport here!"
"And if I am the bigger man?" Kevin asked.
"If you are the bigger man, you get to choose what happens, I will submit to you, in whatever you want." Johnson replied.
"Shake on it?" Kevin asked.
"Shake on it!" Johnson said. And they did.
Mr. Johnson took on an air of superiority just then. He was especially beaming when he removed his trousers and boxer shorts.
Mr. Johnson had pretty much the same dense thick mat of fur an the rest of his body that I had just removed from his chest. I had never seen such thick gray pubic hairs as he had. His butt was just wonderfully shaped for a man in his fifties, and the hair there grew in a circular pattern. As I clippered up close to his balls, the vibration drove him to an erection, and he had a full eleven in erection. His pubes weren't as long as Sport's but his _c_o_c_k_ just grew more when he got hard.
"Well," Mr. Johnson said, I guess Sport here can get to work on my slab here."
"Not so fast, Johnson," Kevin responded. He took off his clothes and demanded Sport bring his rod to attention. Sport fell to his knees before Kevin, and before long, Kevin was to full erection, and with less than a half inch of pubes, Kevin measured in at 12 inches.
"It's impossible," shouted Johnson. "I have the biggest dick in the bank!"
"Not anymore," said Kevin. "I thought it was suspicious when I had to get my physical that the Doctor made me get an erection. And even more strange that he measured it. But when he said "Too bad, Kevin, you would have been perfect for the job!", I began to question him, and he finally broke, and told me how you make sure you have the biggest _c_o_c_k_ in the bank. I gave Dr. Hendricks a taste of some of the sweetest dick he's swung on in some time, and he fudged the measurement."
"Now, about the "whatever I choose." Kevin said. First, Sport here gets a job in the mailroom at the bank, second, you are now my slave also, and you will get your ass belted today and everday I choose. Also, you will need to wear your hair shorter than mine, and since mine is the man-maker flat-top, you will now have a shaved landing strip, and shaved sidewalls too." "Since I am your master now, I will call you by your first name always, even at the bank, got that Bill?"
"Bill, get back up in the chair, your new haircut awaits. Sport, come and suck Bill while he gets tightened up."
I proceeded to tighten up Mr. Johnson, er Bill. Kevin took to beating Bill's ass with teh strop right away, he laid into him with 100 spankings, and made Bill ask for each of them. Sport rimmed me for just a little while, as I blew my wad quickly.
Bill thanked Kevin for being his master, and for the chance to suck a real man's _c_o_c_k_. Kevin kept the slaves shaved, and kept his tight patch of pubes to less than a half inch.
I asked Kevin why he made Bill shake on it? He said that was one of the first things Bill tought him at the bank. When you shake on something with a customer or an employee, you always follow through. He said Bill said it was "Another lesson" to be learned.
Word had it that Kevin made Vice President of the Bank in record time.