It had been five weeks since DJ had cut my hair.  And today was the day that DJ was returning for my third haircut.

The last time, DJ had given me an ivy league style.  I had always had a medium length regular business cut and my hair had grown back enough that it was starting to look like it had before the last haircut.  I knew that would displease DJ.  The top, which DJ had cut down to about half an inch had grown back to over an inch.  DJ had made the front very short but it had grown back rather quickly and I had started parting it again and brushing it over to the side, even though I knew DJ disapproved of that style for me.  But I just couldn't resist my natural impulse to do so.

DJ had tapered the sides and back down fairly close and edged them with a straight razor, giving me a very crisp, clean look.  But now the taper had grown out.  The sides were marked by hair starting to creep over to top of my ears and in back, scraggly hairs ran down my neck.

I had been deliberating with DJ for several days about how this haircut would be.  I had begun to have second thoughts about having my hair cut so short and felt like, perhaps, I should revert back to a longer style.  I suggested that DJ might just give me a trim this time.  DJ, however, would hear nothing of it.  In fact, he was insistent that this would have to be my shortest haircut yet. 

In DJ's mind, I was destined for a real crewcut.  He told me that it was natural to have some ambivalence about it, but that I had come too far to turn back now.  I tried to bargain with DJ, saying that I would allow him to taper the sides and back a bit closer if he wanted, but couldn't he leave the top and front longer?  DJ assured me that he knew what would look best and knew what I really wanted. 

After some back and forth over e-mail about this, DJ's patience wore thin.  He told me that if I wanted him to cut my hair I would have to trust him but that "if HE felt I truly wanted only a trim, he would do that."  I did want him to cut my hair and his assurance that "he would only give me a trim if I wanted him to" helped reassure me.  I realize in retrospect that what I heard DJ say, isn't exactly what DJ had offered.

As was his custom, when DJ was a few miles from my house he called on his car phone.  Normally, DJ would stay on the phone until he was pulling up in front of my house.  But this time after a few moments the conversation took a different turn.

DJ said, "Rick, I want you to have everything set up when I get there."

"Sure, but what's the rush?" I asked.

"Oh, its no big rush.  We'll have plenty of time.  Its just that my back's been bothering me and I'm not going to be able to help you move the furniture around and I think it would be better if we do the haircut first," was DJ's reply.

We hung up.  I was just moving the bathroom mirror into the kitchen when DJ's Mercedes pulled up.  I finished hanging the mirror and opened the door for him. 

He took one look at me and said, "I see you're parting your hair?" with a bit of an impatient tone.

I looked down, knowing he would disapprove.  "Yeah, its gotten longer, so I couldn't resist," I began to explain.

"But you know that isn't the right style for you," DJ interrupted.

"Well, I'm sorry.  I just like it this way," I continued.

"Well, I don't know what to do with you," DJ said with exasperation.  "I come all this way to take care of your hair and you revert back to your old ways when I'm not looking."

"I know, I'm sorry," I said.

"OK, I didn't mean to get irritated," DJ responded.  "But I just may not be able to give you any choice about this."

I wasn't quite sure what he meant.  But I didn't have long to think about it.

"Are you ready?" DJ asked.

"You mean right away?" I asked.

"Yes, we've put this haircut off long enough," replied DJ.

"I guess," I said, walking into the kitchen where I had set up the chair in front of the mirror hanging on the wall.  "Are you mad at me?" I asked, sensing DJ was being particularly businesslike today.

"No, I just think we need to get past this and then we can enjoy the rest of the afternoon together.  I brought a haircutting video you might like," DJ responded.

"Oooh, can we see that first?" I asked.

"No, we'll see that later ... if you cooperate," DJ answered.  "Now, enough of this stalling."

I started to sit down in the chair.

"Wait a minute!" DJ ordered.  "You think you deserve to sit there facing the mirror?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.  "I like to see what you're doing."

"No, from your e-mail and the way you've been parting your hair I just don't think you've shown me that you're going to behave if you keep watching my every motion.  You're going to have to show me that you trust me," DJ answered.  The irritation in his voice was apparent.

"I do trust you," I answered.  "I'm sorry.  Its just the other times you've let me watch while your cutting my hair.  I like to be able to watch."

"Well, I'll let you take a look periodically during the haircut, but I'll decide when the time is right.  You can touch your hair if you want to feel what I'm doing, but I don't want you turning around to check in the mirror until I tell you to," DJ instructed.

"OK, but you'll let me see, right?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll let you see, don't worry.  Just let's turn this chair around," DJ said, as he turned the chair facing away from the mirror.

"And another thing," he continued, "I really want to know that you are open to my directions.  If I'm going to be in charge of this haircut, I think you need to experience this haircut and my control more than ever."

"I like feeling you are in control," I encouraged.  I began to get aroused by the way DJ had taken control over the situation.

"Well, I want you to take your clothes off and just sit there, nude.  I'm not even going to cover you.  I want you to know who is in control and I don't want you to get up until I tell you to.  And if the hair falls on you, you're just going to have to sit there until I brush it off," DJ instructed.

I began to unbutton my shirt.

DJ continued, "You have to understand that your hair is tied to the rest of you and this experience is going to be much better if you learn that."

I took my shirt off and began to unbuckle my belt.  I slid my pants off.  "Underpants too?" I asked DJ.

"Yes, just sit there naked.  If you want, here, put this towel under you so the chair won't feel cold."

I slid my underpants off, laid the towel on the chair seat and sat down.

"You're just going to give me a trim, right?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm going to do exactly what you really want me to do," DJ reassured me.  "Just relax, this will look really good."

"Not too short, right?" I asked, still anxious.

"No, it will be just the right length for you," DJ reassured me.

DJ picked up his electric clippers.  "I'm just going to go over it a bit to neaten it up," he explained.

DJ clicked the clippers on.  He stood behind me and tilted my head down with his hand on top of my head.  The clippers made contact with the back of my neck at the neckline.  DJ ran the clippers up the back of my neck almost to the top.  I expected him to start another motion at the neckline just to the side of where I had felt him make his first pass. 

But instead, DJ continued running the clippers over the top and right down the top to the front of my head.  A large clump of hair fell in my lap.

"DJ, what's going on!" I asked excitedly.

"Relax, I'm not taking too much off, it just looks that way because it all fell in one lump without the cape around you," DJ explained.  As he said this, he put his free hand on my forehead and ran the clippers across the top again, next to where he had made the first pass.

"DJ ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT MAKING IT TOO SHORT!" I asked again.

"No, just a little more ..." DJ said as he quickly made a pass with the clippers right above my right ear running from front to back and then made another quick pass on the other side where the part was.  Hair cascaded into my lap and onto my legs.

I reached up with my right hand to feel what he was doing.  I touched the side and felt a strip of near stubble in between two patches of hair.  Then my hand darted to the top of my head as DJ continued running the clippers up the left side from the sideburn to the top.

"DJ YOU ARE MAKING THIS TOO SHORT!" I said in a near panic.

"OK, you want me to stop ... I'll stop right now," DJ said, making one more pass over the top with the clippers.  "There, you can take a look," DJ said. 

I stood up and turned around to face the mirror.  Most of the hair slid off my lap and legs onto the floor. 

I saw that on top I had several patches of closely cut hair about 3/8 inch long in between uncut patches of hair that was an inch long.  On the sides, some parts were down to about 1/8 inch whereas other parts were still a half inch or longer.  There was no sign of a part, with a swatch of hair no more than 3/8 inch replacing where the part had been.  Only some hair in front remained, hanging down part way on my forehead; the rest of the front stopped about at the hairline. My hair was a messy patchwork of long and short hairs mixed together.

"You want me to stop and I'll stop right now," DJ said sarcastically.  "But if you want me to finish," he said gently, "I'll give you the sweetest crewcut you've ever seen."

I just continued gazing in the mirror, dumbfounded over what had just happened.  Yet, I became aware that I had a huge erection.

"Rick, I know you had mixed feelings about this, but you are really going to look so handsome when I am done with you," DJ reassured me.

I felt like I had no choice.  My hair looked ridiculous to stop half way.  Large sections of my hair were cut close and there was nothing to do but allow him to continue to bring it all down into shape.  I sat back down in the chair without saying anything.

"Good," said DJ.  "I'm sorry I had to use such a drastic technique, but this is really for your own good.  Now don't you worry.  This is going to be your best haircut ever.  I'll take my time and get it just right."

DJ took the spray bottle and sprayed down what remained of my hair until it was good and wet.  A couple of drops of water ran down my face and right onto my lap, which still had some hairs clinging to it.  DJ took a towel and wiped my inner thigh.  For a moment, the towel tickled my erect penis.

"See, you are enjoying this," DJ commented.

I was still upset by what had happened, but I had to concede that I was very aroused and now that I was beginning to relax, I was enjoying this.

DJ tilted my head down again and finished tapering my hair in back with the clippers.  Then he continued cutting the sides with the clippers.  I couldn't see what he was doing, but when he stepped away to change blades, I touched the sides and back.  I felt that almost the whole back and sides were buzzed down to 1/8 inch.

DJ turned around and saw me touching my hair.  "If you want, you can take a look in the mirror," DJ said.

"No, I trust you," I said.  "Just keep doing what you want. I'll see it when you're done."

DJ smiled.  He brushed my hair on top forward and then trimmed it close with a scissors.

Finally, he smoothed some shaving cream around my ears and neck, and carefully neatened up the edges with a straight razor.  Then he took a towel bathed in warm water, held it to my head and wiped of any remaining shaving cream.

When he was done, he sprayed my hair some more.  He took some gel and brushed my hair back.

DJ put down his equipment and stroked my neck, giving me a neck and shoulder massage.  And then he said he was done.

I stood up.  As I did, I became aware of the precum that had oozed out all over the towel I was sitting on.  I looked in the mirror and saw a perfect 3/8 inch crewcut on top with very close sides no more than 1/8 inch long most of the way up.  He showed me the back by holding up a hand mirror as I looked in the wall mirror -- that too was taken down to no more than 1/8 inch most of the way up.

I had to admit, it was my best haircut ever.  As I looked in the mirror, DJ took a clean towel and gently wiped off the hairs that clung all over my body.  Then he stood behind me and brushed my hair with his hands.

My gratitude was obvious from my expression and from what continued to ooze out and onto the floor.