The loud, grinding metal music churns on as he sits down heavily in a swivel chair and holds out the clippers to me. “No need to get fancy. Just make sure it’s all the same length. And I swear to fucking god,” he growls over his shoulder, “if you poke me in the back with your fucking hard-on, I will snap your dick off and feed it to the crows.” “Don’t worry. My dick has retracted all the way into my body,” I say sarcastically. “Being around you has a very sobering effect on a guy.”
