LifeBreath 2 The Haircut

Author: Vibologist
Title: LifeBreath Part 2 The Haircut
Date: 03 May 2010

Talk about an endless week! I tried to IM LifeBreath every time I was online, but he would not respond. All I got was the daily email with a simple instruction for the following day. Since I was a child I have always been known as a "good eater." I love to cook...I know, how gay is that?... and I LOVE to eat delicious gourmet food. So the prospect of a week with nothing but plain yogurt seemed pretty daunting. But, in some way it was really hot. What could LifeBreath have in mind if he wanted my system to be so clean? And as for masturbating? I would rather die than go a week without it, but OK, I could do it. Besides, what is one week? I have had the flu before and went a week before I felt like cumming, how hard could this be? Let me tell you, it was torture! LifeBreath totally had me in his spell and although I wanted to know more, to have some clues as to what he planned for the weekend.... He didn't even offer me the luxury of a chastity device. If only I had something locked on to help me keep my hands off myself, it would have been so much easier, but no, LifeBreath was in my head.

Midweek, I left work and went to the Barber shop LifeBreath had designated. It was a typical old fashioned Barber shop with three chairs tucked away in the industrial district of town. Stepping inside I was immediately hit with the sweet smell of talcum powder and hair tonic. On the shelf behind the chairs were tall jars of disinfectant with combs soaking. Tony, the owner was a grizzled old man with a white flattop. He not only ran the business as he had since World War II where he was trained to cut hair, but he employed 2 of his gorgeous grandsons now in their 20's to man the 2 remaining chairs. As in the past, they always took walk-in customers, but I soon found out that the old man had bent to the pressure of modern business and now took appointments. LifeBreath had made an appointment for me, but in my state I simply had to show up 1/2 hour early. I was so in his spell!

When I walked in the ancient beveled glass door I found a seat in one of the heavy black leather upholstered chairs. How many hot men have sat here socializing and waiting for a haircut? Even though this shop was out of the way, I understood why they were still in business, some traditions are worth preserving. The old man greeted me as I walked in the door with a heavy Italian accent, "Welcome my friend! I am so sorry that you must wait, have a seat and welcome to my shop!" I thanked him politely and took my seat, sinking into the leather chair and thinking, "LifeBreath, you have taste!" On the side tables there were men's magazines that reminded me of my childhood, hunting, fishing, farming...farming? really? I was in a time warp! But then I saw the rack on the wall where a whole library of "MEN'S!" magazines. They all had leather, rubber, tattoo and BdSm themes.

I settled in with an issue of Field and Stream, God I haven't seen this one in years, my Dad was a subscriber! But as I "read" the articles on how to tie fly fishing lures and the best way to build a tree stand, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Tony's 2 grandsons cutting hair in front of me. In chair #2 was Angelo, a 29 year old with perfect sparkling teeth, chiseled pecs accentuated by a skin tight white T-shirt and black curly hair that Michelangelo would have slobbered over. His customer was a 30-something blonde cutie who had a tan that would not quit and reminded me of the male models I had been jealous of since High School. They chatted non-stop and were so absorbed in each other that I had to wonder if their relationship was anything more than "professional."

Manning Chair #3 was Francisco, but I soon learned that if I didn't want my ass kicked, I would be wise to call him Franc or nothing at all. Franc must have been the baby of the family because he could not have been more than 23, but it was soon obvious that he was Papa Tony's favorite. I was becoming quite uncomfortable as I sat in the leather chair no longer pretending to read the Field and Stream. I was only using the magazine to hide my growing boner! Franc was a skinhead, dressed in bleachers, knee high boots, again with the tight white T shirt (the company uniform I guess, even Papa Tony wore one, yet Tony's was so stiff it had to be starched!) and his eyes were BLACK ! I swear, his eyes were BLACK! Which matched his black eyebrows and his 5" BLACK mohawk that stood up hard as steel. Franc was doing a straight razor shave on his customer who sported a bulge in his 501's to match Franc's. Franc's customer was hot himself, but I shouldn't waste time describing him, except to say that he was a 19 year old clear skinned sweety who insisted that after Franc finished his head shave the he also shave his eyebrows as well. When the cutie finished begging, Franc looked at me and gave me a Billy Idol sneer and turned his back as he straddled his client and shaved his eyebrows! My pants were soaked with precum just watching such a hot scene.

NEXT! Tony shouted. I nearly jumped out of my skin! I had been so absorbed in the spectacle in front of me that I never noticed that Tony had finished the businessman he was working on. I did catch the businessman out of the corner of my eye as he strode out into the sun in his Armani suit to board the limo waiting by the curb. How could such a tiny hole in the wall like this have such a reputation?

I jumped at the order, dropping my Field and Stream on the floor. Tony barked, "Pick that up! I am not your Mommy and I am not going to pick up after you!" I immediately picked up the magazine and returned it to the table only to see Angelo and Franc smirking at me with contempt. Suddenly this was not so hot and I was thinking about just bolting out the door, but then the thought of dissapointing LifeBreath calmed me down and strenghtened my resolve.

"I am sorry Sir," I told Tony, I was just being clumsy, I had no intention of messing up your shop. "Please forgive me." For a man in his 80's Tony was surprisingly well built, can you still work out at that age? But, old or not, he had the presence of one who was used to ruling with an iron fist.

"Come my friend!" he said with a giant warm smile, "You are new to my shop and that makes you my newest friend!" "I apologize for my gruffness, I have to watch Angelo and Franc every minute of every day to keep them from robbing the old man blind!" "They are such good boys and who knows? They will own this shop someday and if I have left them a good living, I can die a happy man." I was touched by his sweetness, but noticed Angelo and Franc ever so slightly glancing at one another and rolling their eyes as if they had heard Tony going through this a million times. I grinned at them knowingly, although I am of Dutch descent, I know, blonde hair and all, grandpa's are the same the world over. But why did I neve have such gorgeous cousins? But I digress.

I climbed into Tony's chair, a bit disappointed I will admit, because I really wanted Franc to do my cut, but Tony soon put me at ease by telling me that LifeBreath had specifically made the appointment for me to be in Tony's care. When Tony mentioned LifeBreath, I instantly calmed down and felt absolute confidence in his care. Besides, the business man he had just finished reminded me a lot of who? Gaddi? Gotti? I don't know, but someone who obviously took his appearance seriously! All at once I began to wonder how LifeBreath knew Tony and I thought about how when I had met him at the bar, his haircut was so perfect for him that it was truly the first thing I noticed. Although a bit nervous having my thick light brown hair totally in someone else's hands, I felt like this guy knew what he was doing. So settling in the chair, I felt totally at ease.

To my surprise, Tony did not throw the cape over my shoulders that I expected and that I had seen Angelo and Franc using, instead he went to a locked cabinet and pulled out a large black rubber cape with an integral collar. He turned to me and said, "LifeBreath told me you are into rubber and I can use this if you would prefer." "But he also said that the usual caveat is in effect, if you refuse, he will no see you?" "My dear new friend, are you willing to proceed? If you say no, I will still give you the best haircut of your life and consider you my friend and customer for life. What will it be, my friend?" Now I was beginning to wonder, I never got LifeBreath's real name, but I thought that was only my being overcome by his cuteness in the bar, but how weird to hear an obviously dominant man in his 80's referring to him by his screen name as well!

By now, how could I do anything but submit? I said, "Yes sir Tony! A friend of LifeBreath's is a friend of mine! Make me look the best I can be!" Tony's green eyes...Fuck you if you don't believe me...an old italian with a white flattop and GREEN eyes, He changed my whole idea of what is hot and what is not! Franc and Angelo let out a laugh and their customers did as well when I said "yes" to the old man. Sure, I was nervous, but the atmosphere in the whole shop was so erotic that I felt priviliged to just be there. Oh how many years I had lived my "straight" (ha ha yea right) life dreaming of a Testosterone drenched barber shop!

Just to be emphatic, my eyes met Angelo and Franc's and I winked at them and turned to the old man and said, "LifeBreath made this appointment and I will be damned if I will disrespect HIM or YOU by backing out now." "Perfect my friend!" Tony exclaimed and smacked me on the cheeks, "I will make you and LifeBreath proud!"

I was feeling really happy, yes, on top of the world. Instantly I thought, "I should send a text message to LifeBreath and thank him for this opportunity. As I reached for the cell phone in my pocket, Tony wheeled around and like a psychic, he caught me before I could make the move. "I will take the cell phone young man!." Sheepishly I pulled out my phone, powered it off and handed it to him.

Red-faced I relaxed and assumed my submissive role feeling humiliated for being so forward with such a powerful old-guard Dom. Tony's eyes sparkled as he expertly swung the heavy rubber cape over me and snapped the integral collar tightly around my neck. "We don't want to get hair clippings down you neck young man." He said, the grandfatherly kindness returning to his voice. But grandfather or not, he pulled the collar very tight to the point that I could feel my pulse in the veins on my neck and was getting very nervous. With the slightest flip of his head, Angelo and Franc left their chairs and came over to their grandpa to assist. They produced zip ties and quickly restrained my wrists and ankles to the chair. Franc finished and turned his 501 clad ass at me as he went back to his client, but Angelo finished his task and bent over my restrained body and planted a deep kiss on my mouth saying, "Be careful what you wish for!" Another delicious kiss and he winked at his grandfather and went back to his work.

Now restrained in his chair, Tony began with the clippers to shave me down to a zero crop. I admit it really felt good to have the hair falling down on the rubber cape knowing I could not escape if I wanted to. Tony was thorough, after each pass he rubbed his hand over my scalp to make sure the cut was smooth and uniform. After switching off the clippers he turned to the hot lather machine and pulled out a handful. Turning to my face, he lathered up my whole face and then went back for another draw and lathered up my head. The years of practice showed as he took his straight razor to the strop hanging on the chair. In no time , he had an edge he could live with and started shaving my face, then my scalp, and finally my eyebrows! I fought back the panic when the blade was so close to my eyes, but I had to trust him as nobody else I knew could do the same. LifeBreath, this fucking weekend had better be good!

After my cut was finished and Tony had applied a soothing moisturizer to my scalp and eyebrows, he retired to the back room and left Angelo and Franc to finish me off. Angelo came up from behind the chair to massage my face and scalp while Franc straddled me and pinched my nipples and took me nose to nose. "You think you are hot shit submitting yourself to LifeBreath, but let me tell you asshole, I have been his slave since I was 18 and not every fucking cunt can serve him like he demands." Franc stuck his thumb in my mouth and spat deep in my throat then pressed my mouth closed. "Now get the fuck out of my shop you piece of shit" he barked. Meantime Angelo was removing my bonds and the rubber cape. Angelo escorted me to the door and I looked into his luscious brown eyes for solace. His giant hands carressed my newly shaved scalp and he planted his lips on mine. Parting ever so slightly, he whispered into my mouth. "Good Luck!"