Terry LOVED his hair. It was his ultimate pride and joy. The blond strands hung well past his left eye, over his nose, and he could put the bangs on the left side into his mouth to suck on them. He was always shoving his hair into his mouth when concentrating, but he also did this at times when he knew it would bother adults or dudes who didn’t like his hair. He called his his long fucking hair. Although the left side was very long, silky blond hair, the right side was clipped fairly short, giving an amazing contrast. The back of his head was covered again in long cascading locks of hair. The blond hair tumbled over his shoulders. He was always thoroughly impressed by his long waves and curls as they wound their way over his shoulders and across his back. He spent hours admiring himself in the mirror, pulling out his long fucking hair. Terry spent hours and hours on his long hair. His parents hated his hair as did younger brother, but he was twenty-two now and could do as he liked. Actually, he’d been growing the hair for the last 6 years, refusing to go to a barber.

This newest hairstyle with one side cut and the other long in front had been his for just over a year. Terry always went to a salon to have his hair specially treated. They had convinced him to come back often to have conditioning and hot oil treatments to keep the long tresses healthy and bouncy. Terry spent hundreds of dollars on his hair, using all special hair products, shampoos, gels, hairspray, conditioner, etc. Sometimes he resented having to spend so much money on his long fucking hair, but what could one do? When he mentioned this to his younger brother, the smartmouth said, “How about a normal men’s haircut., asshole.” Terry’s face had burned red. How dare he even consider his gorgeous head of hair in a barber shop - Horrors of all horrors. The image both shocked and energised him - how exciting. But he would never lose his beautiful long, long, hair to a barber’s chair he promised himself. Terry ruled the streets with his awesome hair and his fucking saggy-baggy pants. His pants hung low on his waist revealing the most colourful shorts in town. Most days he wore his pants halfway down his butt, but when he was feeling more risky, he’d yank them 3/4 the way down. He loved walking around town showing off his long locks and baggies. He loved the comments from people who hated his style. “Get a haircut, fucker” “Pull up your pants, sissy.” “Look at the girly boy.” “What’s with the fag hair., you fucking idiot.” Terry would swing the long locks up over his head letting them fall swiftly back over the left side of his face. He would run his fingers through the back, sliding his fingers slowly through the longest long hair on any dude in this town. His friends all had short hair, many of them literally shorn. He’d known them a long time.

A few of them used to have longer hair but that was years ago. Now almost all wore the same saggy-baggy pants, but their hair was kept ultra short. In fact, they gave each other haircuts. Terry had often watched them cut one another’s hair. He was intrigued and excited on these nights, but not a participant. He wanted to keep his precious long locks of stud’s hair. The other dudes knew how much Terry LOVED his long, long, long hair. They teased him sometimes, but they knew he always went to a salon for this pride and joy. He would hold up his middle finger and tell the to fuck right off. Fuck you. One night, Terry joined his friends and they were cutting each other’s hair. Terry and those that weren’t in the chair watched skateboarding videos. Terry himself wasn’t much of a skateboarder, but he loved watching and seeing fashion tips for more extreme saggin’.

No matter how hard he tried to focus on the videos, he kept watching the haircutting scenes. Some of the other dudes began to notice just how interested he seemed to be watching them get their heads shorn. The dudes on the sofa start nudging each other and winking - looking at Terry watching the haircuts. Finally, one of the guys hatches a plan. “Hey, Terry due. Why don’t you get in the chair?” “NO WAY,” he smiled. “Fuck off, nobody touched my fucking long hair.” “No. Come on, just for a picture, dude.” “What do you mean?” “Just sit in the chair with the cape around you. We’ll pull all that long pretty blond hair out over the back of the cape. We can comb your long pretty bangs over the clippers - not turned on of course, while Jimmy holds a pair of scissors over your pretty-boy back locks. We’ll take an awesome picture!” The dude noticed Terry’s excited reaction when he called his long locks pretty. Terry thought about it. His face was beet red but the image was exciting. And it was just a picture. “I don’t trust you guys,” he said. “Well, look, you can hold the clippers yourself. No problem.” “I don’t know,” he replied. “Look, we’ll even unplug the clippers so there’s no way they’ll cut your fancy, pretty-boy hair.” This sounded promising. A picture of his long, delicate, awesome, amazing, fucking stud’s hair under threat would be incredible.

He agreed!

“Let’s do it,” they began to get excited. Terry walked slowly over to the chair. Was he really going to do this? His heavy black pants fell most the way around his cheeks, his bright underwear flashing. He could feel the stud’s chains on the sides of his pants hanging below his knees. He slid into the chair, feeling more than a little nervous and kind of ridiculous. Still, he was excited. He watched behind him as they unplugged the extension cord to the clippers. He breathed a sigh of relief. They handed him the clippers. They were bigger and heavier than he’d imagined. He could feel their power even though they weren’t turned on. He waited for them to get the camera ready. To his surprise they brought out a video camera. “No FUCKING way,” he grinned. “FUCK me!” “Oh well,” he thought, “even better.” Some of the guys helped him position the clippers.

They held up the long, soft blond bangs that usually hung down over the left side of his face and chin. One of the dudes held Terry’s hand and pushed the clippers up under the long strands of fucking dude’s long blond hair, fucking long pretty-boy hair. “You don’t want it on your forehead, dude or it won’t look real. You’ll need to get it into the mix of massive pretty-boy hair.” “Ha,ha,” Terry said. Why did he keep calling it his pretty-boy hair all of a sudden. Still he didn’t really want him to stop calling it his pretty-boy long hair. It made the whole scene more exciting, so he took part adding this to his fucking long hair call. “Remember, I only want it to look fucking real with my fucking long pretty-boy hair, dudes! Only the fucking LOOK not the Reality!” Jimmy was told where to stand and how to hold the scissors. They chose Jimmy because he was a little simple and Terry knew that he would only do as he was told. No way would he cut his hair against his wishes.

The young men pulled Terry’s hair out into a nice controlled swath well down past his shoulders. Then they lifted the hair gently, placing it between the blades of the giant, shiny scissors. It was an awesome sight. The hair swept softly out over the sharp silver blades at back. The incredible blond bangs cascaded in waves over the heavy black clippers in his own hand. The dude with the camera began shooting. The other guy’s started hollering, “Cut, cut, cut,” to add to the reality of the scene. Terry was thrilled to hear these sounds and knew he could “imagine” a haircut for his awesome long, long, long, dude’s hair while watching the video later. “Cut, cut, cut.” “Shear the fucking dude bald,” they yelled and laughed. “Give him a fucking crew-cut. Make him a nice fucking brush-cut. Shave it all.” “Snip that pretty blond mess to the scalp!” “Make him a fucking baldy” “Let’s get rid of all that fucking pretty-boy hair,” they challenged and teased. “No more sucky boy on his long pretty-boy hair.” “Yeah, no sucking on his sissy locks of long fucking blond hair.” “Cut, cut, cut.” At that moment a couple of dudes came into the house. They didn’t know what was going on. One of them could see why the fucking haircut wasn’t going as planned. The dummies forgot to plug in the clippers. Without waiting to be asked he reached down and plugged in the clippers. Immediately, the heavy black machine leapt to life. The buzzing sound echoed over the calls to cut his amazing long hair. Suddenly Terry jumped as the clippers vibrated to life. The upward movement and the fact that the clippers were in the middle of the mass of bangs, forced the blades to shear years of hair off instantly. Terry was cutting his own long, long hair ! His beautiful pride and joy had been partly shorn by his own trembling hand. His OWN fucking long hair! His OWN fucking long, long, long, long, long, pretty-boy blond hair snowing to the ground. With all the excitement, all the yelling to cut, cut, cut, and seeing Terry begin to shear his own long locks of blond stud’s hair, Jimmy thought he was supposed to

--------------------------- SNIP - crunch, crunch, crunch -------SNIP - CLACK

---------------SWOOSH -------Six years of hair came off into Jimmy’s hand. Once he thought he knew what he was supposed to do, there was no stopping Jimmy. He pulled Terry’s back hair into a tail and forced the scissor blades through the long strands crunching years of famous, expensive, long hair off the young man’s head. Terry couldn’t believe his tearing eyes. Not only had he cut his own beloved hair, but the simpleton had snipped off most of the long blond silky locks that tumbled and cascaded over his shoulders and down his back. The bangs were so severely ruined that the rest of them had to be cut. He would have no hair to hide behind. His left side felt naked and revealed.

The tears coming down his runny nose showed how he felt about this haircut. He wanted to push some of the long blond strands into his mouth to suck on his security blanket - his long pretty-boy hair, but it was gone! He felt embarrassed by his sagging pants now and his small shorn head. He felt like a little boy who’d been tricked into cutting his rebellious pride and joy, his rebellious long, long, extra-long hair. As the dudes laughed at him, they began cleaning up the mess. Trimming the rest of his bangs up to his scalp and shearing the hair off the back of his head to just the shirt collar, longer than their hair, but extremely short for Terry. He began blubbering like a baby, wishing he could pull his pants up over his underwear. He felt like a little baby boy getting his first REAL haircut. HE sniveled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Snot and long strands of hair stuck to his hand and when he saw this, he started to cry harder, breathing in air and tears flowing down his cheeks and dripping off his chin into the mound of long blond fucking hair on his lap. The long fucking expensive, famous stud’s long hair was gone !!!!!

 

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