Haircut

Tyler didn't know how long he was stood there, but it was long enough for his muscles to ache and for him to shift uneasily as he tried to stay comfortable. His dick softened slightly, but each time he thought about it, it returned to hardness. Damn, this should not be turning him on this much! The ball gag was making him drool and he now had a wet patch on the front of his stab vest. The posture collar stopped him moving and the angle his head was held at was even more uncomfortable. It was a relief when Chris came back into the room.

"How ya feelin' copper? Want out yet?"

Tyler grunted angrily and nodded. Chris just laughed and grabbed Tylers cock through his combats. "Really? Doesn't look like it to me."

He chuckled as he gripped hard and then stood back.

"That's a lovely sight. I know a load of people would love to see you like that - all those shits you lock up would love to see you like this."

He paused and stepped closer to whisper in Tylers ear. "But, I'm a BIG friend of the police, and I don't want to upset you, so let's make a deal. As soon as I do something that makes your cock droop, I'll let you go. OK?"

Tyler rolled his eyes and nodded. Chris laughed and scooped up Tylers drool in his gloved hand. He then rubbed it into Tylers' hair.

"Oops. Oh well, I guess I'd better fix that."

Chris stepped behind Tyler and although he could see movement in the mirror, he couldn't make out what Chris was doing. Then he heard a buzzing and Chris stood up with an electric razor in one hand. Before Tyler could properly register it, he ran it down the side of Tyler's head. Tyler was helpless as Chris buzzed the side and back of his head to stubble, leaving a 1" strip of hair down the middle.

"How do you like that, copper?" Chris looked down to where Tyler's cock was still tenting his combats. "Oh, so you like this? Now, do we leave you with a 'hawk or do we go full skinhead?