Skinhead

Chris looked at Tyler, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips as he weighed his options. The sound of the electric razor buzzing filled the room, a stark reminder of Tyler’s helplessness. Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest, a strange mix of fear, anger, and excitement coursing through his veins. He could see his reflection in the mirror, the ridiculous strip of hair down the middle of his otherwise buzzed head making him look every bit the fool.

“Decisions, decisions,” Chris mused aloud, tapping the razor thoughtfully against his chin. He moved back in front of Tyler, eyes gleaming with a cruel delight. “You know, I think a ‘hawk might just be too kind. A little too rebellious, don’t you think? I mean, you’re supposed to be all straight-laced and serious, aren’t you, officer?”

Tyler’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and humiliation, but he couldn’t deny the traitorous thrill that ran through him as Chris toyed with him. He tried to shift again, the restraints and posture collar making any significant movement impossible.

“I’ve made up my mind,” Chris announced suddenly, his voice dripping with faux magnanimity. “Full skinhead it is.”

Without further ado, Chris pressed the razor to the strip of hair left on Tyler’s head, methodically shaving it down to stubble. Tyler could feel the cold air on his scalp, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. Each pass of the razor felt like a strip of his dignity being peeled away, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

When Chris finally stepped back, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the razor winding down. He grinned at his handiwork, admiring the smooth, bald scalp he had left behind. Tyler’s heart sank as he saw his reflection, his eyes widening at the sight of his newly shaven head.

“Well, well,” Chris said, a mockingly impressed tone in his voice. “Look at you. A proper skinhead now. I bet this is a look you never thought you’d be sporting, huh?”

Tyler’s mind raced, trying to process his situation. He had no idea what Chris had planned next, but he knew it wasn’t going to be good. He felt a shiver of fear and anticipation run down his spine, mixing with the lingering arousal that he couldn’t seem to shake.

Chris leaned in close, his breath hot against Tyler’s ear. “Remember our deal, copper. As soon as your cock droops, you’re free to go. But it looks to me like you’re enjoying this a little too much.” He gave Tyler’s hardened member a quick squeeze, eliciting a muffled grunt from behind the ball gag.

Chris stepped back, crossing his arms and looking Tyler up and down with a critical eye. “Now, I think it’s time to take this a step further. You see, a skinhead look isn’t complete without the right attitude. And I think I know just how to bring it out of you.”

Tyler’s eyes widened in fear and confusion as Chris turned away, rummaging through a bag on a nearby table. When he turned back, he was holding a leather collar studded with spikes and a leash attached to it. Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest as Chris approached him, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

“Let’s see just how far we can push you, officer,” Chris said, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he fastened the collar around Tyler’s neck. “Time to see if we can make that cock of yours droop.”