Disclaimer: this story is fiction and it is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrity/celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
MASON MOUNT GETS A NEW HAIRCUT
We were officially done for this season even though we still have a couple of training sessions to do before we could finally have a break! I had my bi-monthly haircut booked and my girlfriend told me yet again that I should do something more interesting with my hair than short back and sides. She thinks that I should bleach my hair or maybe dye it platinum or something! Don't I want to be a fashion-setter like Beckham? I have been thinking about it for a long time but always chickened out! But I knew that she was right, the more I set the trends for haircuts and clothes the more money I could earn! Maybe I should speak to my mate S about it.
I quickly send him an SMS explaining what I was thinking about it and he replied that we should book a new appointment since getting the hair dyed required more time. We agreed on the next evening at 9. It was actually perfect for me. My girlfriend was busy with her modelling job and will be away for the whole week. It would be a great surprise for her to see my new hairdo. I managed to arrive 15 minutes earlier and I was let in by some guy in the front that was tidying up and closing down the salon for the evening. He told me that S was finishing his last client and that he would be with me shortly.
He showed me the waiting area and asked me if I wanted something to drink. I refused and he got busy sweeping the floor. I thought that he looked like a school teacher, way too old for cleaning but soon lost interest, giving my full attention to my social media accounts. There was a weird smell in the waiting area, as if a strong chemical was being used ... I guessed that maybe the guy using some cleaning products but shouldn't he wait at least until all the customers left?
I kept scrolling mindlessly on my phone until I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. It was S. He joked that I must have been reading something really gripping because he called me twice but I didn't react. I answered that I was just checking my IG account and must have zoned out. I joked that sometimes the feed-scrolling could be almost hypnotic! He just laughed and while we went inside, I noticed that the guy was still there cleaning.
We briefly discussed what I wanted and we agreed dying my hair ice white and that S would decide the cut, styling etc. While he was busy mixing the dye, I started scrolling through my phone and I again smelled that peculiar smell. When he started working on my hair, the smell got stronger. It was not totally disagreeable, it just made me slightly spacy and incredibly relaxed! My eyes lost focus and I stared at nothing. My mind felt like it had been wiped out. Not a thought or worry was bothering me.
S soon finished and placed my head under an infrared lamp. The heat coming from it made me warm and cozy, I settled down in my chair and stared at nothing. After a few seconds, the lamp must have been moved because in my line of vision there was an infrared bulb that started rotating and blinking. Red light inundated my vision and brain. Somewhere inside my brain there was a rational thought that was saying that something was wrong. I opened my mouth to say something to S but there was now a bottle under my nose and that chemical smell engulfed me, burning away any desire to move and any rational thoughts!
A voice was whispering that nothing was wrong, that I was safe and in good hands. The voice was not from S but it didn't matter. Following the moving, blinking light was all that I needed to do. The whispering continued, urging me to relax and let go, that everything would be good if only I relaxed more and surrendered. The smell from the bottle under my nose, the blinking light and the seductive whispering convinced me that I was REALLY in good hands.
Shouldn't I just let the voice take care of all the unnecessary thinking for me? Wasn't I just a dumb football player? Wasn't I the cliché of all the clichés about how dumb and stupid players are? The voice was so seductive, really convincing me that I was too dumb to think and that I should let him do the thinking for me. The droning voice kept going on but my conscious brain was not awake anymore!
My master said that it was time to get my hair washed and wouldn't it be a good idea to just remove all my clothes so that they wouldn't get wet? I thought it was really a good idea and sat down at the washing basin stark naked. The foot rest came up and I was almost lying down with my head in the basin. Warm water washed the dye off and my master's hands started massaging my scalp with shampoo.
My master was telling me that it was ok for me to get excited while he shampooed me, that I could let all my inhibitions be washed away from my brain with the shampoo. I was amazed by how right he was; I never realized that getting my hair washed could be so exciting and my cock got instantly hard. My master lifted my head and started massaging my neck and I noticed that S was standing really close to my head. He was also naked and his giant black cock was also fully erected.
Master was telling me that it was ok to let myself go wild and to try what I always wanted to try all my life, to suck a cock. Something just was not right with this sort of reasoning, but I was just a dumb football player and I couldn't find any good reason why I shouldn't suck a cock. Maybe this was really what I always wanted! He turned my head slightly so that my mouth was in line with the cock. I could faintly smell piss, I opened my mouth and was shocked to find that I really liked the taste of a cock!
I hesitated taking it all in my mouth but S took hold of my head and slowly pushed it in. I felt like I was suffocating but at the same time I was getting turned on by the experience. Master was right, I always wanted to suck a dick! As soon as I got the rhythm going, I felt my master's hands massaging my perineum and moving slowly towards my hole. I arched my back in pleasure when his finger entered me and shot my load, cum covering my belly and chest. Master's tongue licked me clean.
Seeing this, brought S also to an orgasm, warm cum filling my mouth. Master told me not to swallow, bent down and kissed me deeply. His tongue played with mine, sucking the cum out of it. I can't believe how different all this was from my previous experiences with girls, I never felt so excited in my whole life! When the master stood up, I felt disappointed ... I wanted more! He touched my forehead and told me to sleep.
When I opened my eyes, I was sitting back in the chair fully dressed and stared at my new haircut. An ice blond pompadour with shaved back and sides. Master was standing behind me with both hands on my shoulders, whispering something in my ear, I couldn't really follow what he was saying ... I was even dumber than when I started but my cock got rock hard again and saw a wet patch spreading in my trousers as I reached another orgasm. Master told me that he would see me again in two week for the next haircut and that I should invite Jack Grealish to come for the full treatment.