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by PreCirc

*** PART 1 ***

My fantasy is that my foreskin is really long and my girlfriend suggests I might prefer a slight trim. I'm doubtful but I agree to let her make arrangements for me to ask a doctor how something like an adult plastibell works. My girlfriend makes the arrangements and we visit her doctor. She suggests I try out an adult style plastibell , where my foreskin is still attached but clamped. I tell her I don't want an actual circumcision, this is just research.

'Sure,' says the doctor, 'I'll just show you how we do it in a real circumcision, but obviously I won't really clamp it. One thing though, for insurance reasons you'll have to sign a waiver. Just for the record'.

I'm dubious but my girlfriend says it's just for fun, so I sign the waiver, disrobe and lie back on the operating table.

 The doctor raises my cock and massages the device gently both over and under my foreskin assuring me that I can stop the procedure at any time.  It feels soft and comfortable. Fits just right. 'Can you adjust it to make the cut  looser?' I ask. 

'Oh yes', she says. 'Here, I'll first just show you what maximum tightness feels like and loosen it from then. Don't worry, if it feels uncomfortable just say so and I'll remove it'

I say OK and the doctor slowly turns the screw. I feel my scrotum gradually tightening as my lower penile skin is dragged upward.

'That's tight enough' I laugh. 'I get the idea, you can stop now'.

I hear a click and the device clasps my foreskin in a firm embrace. Not painful but uncompromising.

'Oh dear,' says she, 'I've accidentally activated it.'

'What! How do you mean?'

'I'm sorry, my finger slipped. I've activated the device and it's clamped your foreskin. I'm so sorry.'

'Well unclamp it then. Quick!' I'm desperate now. 'Before it damages my cock.'

She bends over my imprisoned pride and joy and wiggles the clamp. 

'Don't worry, I should be able to unclamp it somehow. I've never had to unclamp one before so it might take a minute or two.'

My girlfriend holds my hand while the doctor fusses over it for at least ten minutes, pulling it this way and that while I lay helplessly, then sighs,

'Look I'm really sorry, but it's too late. You circulation is cut off and if I break  it open now your foreskin will be cut to ribbons. It'll go gangrene.'

I'm shaking now. I love my foreskin and the soft, moist head it protects. 'But what can I do?'

She holds my head in her hands. 'Like I say, it's too late. All you can do is watch your old foreskin turn jet black, crisp and flaky, then the the device will fall off naturally. I'm sorry but I've accidentally circumcised you.  And at maximum tightness. Your head will soon be exposed permanently, even when soft. Then it will dry out and change colour as it  flares away your sensitivity.'

I'm shaking, in a nightmare. I only came to research the possibility of a slight trim of my longish foreskin.

'No! This can't be happening! Not in ten minutes! Pull it off now! 'I reach desperately for my imprisoned cock but two strong bodies restrain me.

'Sorry darling,'says my girlfriend, 'but we've gone too far now'.

'What! You mean you planned this?' I realise what a fool I've been. She'd mentioned circumcision occasionally but I am proud of my wet purple protected helmet and didn't take much notice. I'd waggle my trunk in front of her to show what a manhood should look like. Sometimes she'd catch me jerking off alone, which she hated. Especially when I massaged my frenulem, the best bit.

Eventually she started complaining I was too loose inside her and her doctor could maybe give us both advice and possibly the tiniest of trims. Like a good boyfriend I played along with her. Why are us men so gullible?

'I asked nicely but you wouldn't listen. Sorry it has to be like this,  but you've have your fun and now I'm having mine.'

'But there's still time! Doctor my foreskin isn't dead yet. You can save it. Please I'm begging you.'

'That's right', the doctor agrees. 'I suppose we could save your foreskin if we loosened it now, but that's not my instructions. Begging for your foreskin won't save it. Soon nothing will.'

She reached over and produced a ready prepared syringe.

'This will relax you while the device permanently cuts off your foreskin's blood supply. Then in a few days you'll have the tightly cut clean dildocock your girlfriend booked me for. You're welcome'.

'Don't forget the our arrangemnts with his frenulem', says my girlfriend as drowsiness overcame me.

'Of course,' replies the doctor, producing the scalpel and handing it to her. 'Now you can finish the Job'.

*** PART 2 ***

Two weeks later my girlfriend took me back to her doctors to remove the bandages and check all went according to their plan.  they'd kept me at home, semi-sedated the whole time and nobody noticed due to virus lockdown. My girlfriend changed my bandages every day but didn't let me see. Now was the moment of truth.

'Watch this,' says the doctor to my girlfriend with a wink. 'When I remove the bandages, every man who ever lived does the same thing.' She finished unwravling my poor pride and joy, girlfriend averting my eyes.

'Good clean circ, low and tight as you ordered.' She looked up at me. 'Let me introduce your your new cock.'

I watched, shaking, as she finally revealed my new foreskin-free member. Immediately I grabbed it and pulled my skin over the head. Except it wouldn't go. There was no skin there. Disbelievingly I tugged again. No go. I couldn't pull my skin over my head. No matter how I tried, my head stayed bare. Suddenly I knew, I'd never tuck my head into my foreskin ever again. I wanted to cry, to mourn my loss, but not in front of two women. I had to pretend to be strong. 

'See', the doctor grinned, 'they all do that. They try to cover their heads with their foreskins, tug tug tug, till they realize their heads are bare forever. And they'll try and tough it out.' She shook her head smiling, 'Men'.

'Why?'says I. 'Why have you mutilated me?'

'You're not mutilated,' says my girlfriend, 'You're completed. The foreskin is a throwback to caveman days as protection against naked hunting. All those thorns' She laughed. 'But your ancestors abused this protection to exploit women, using our bodies when you wanted, sensitive glans and frenulum giving you quick pleasure then pulling out, leaving us unsatisfied but you didn't care. You controlled our orgasms and hardly gave our wants and needs a thought.

'Well, boot's on the other foot now. I love you and I know you love me, but I've always felt on the receiving end of our lovemaking. And  if I wasn't ready, instead of cuddling me you'd jerk off on your own. Well you can't jerk off so easily anymore. Now we can come together as equals.'

The doctor grinned at me, 'Don't worry, you'll still be sensitive for a while. You're head is moist and supple, with lots of pleasure left.'

'Really?' Hope surged in me. Maybe if I applied moisturiser every day I could keep my sensitivity.

'Don't kid yourself. You have a low tight cut, no skin movement at all. In time your head will dry out, then thicken. You glans will flare out in a very sexy way and you'll never again pull your skin over your head. Not even over the ridge.  Never again.'

'Don't worry darling,' says my girlfriend, 'it's only fair I reward you for your sacrifice. You know I always wanted you to put a ring on my finger? And you  kept making excuses? Well now I've put a ring on your cock. A circumcision ring. Forever. And when you've finally healed I'll show you how your new cock, I mean our new cock, will earn its keep.

I look down sadly at my 'new' cock. For old times sake I try to push skin over my head. No movement at all. My head is bare forever and I want to cry.

Too late I realise that I had derived my masculine strength from my moveable penis shaft skin and my covered head. Sounds incredible, but it's true. And I deserved to lose them. I took my girlfriend for granted, confident in my sensitive, protected glans and loose skin. No more. My poor head was exposed forever, and it served me right.

'Come home darling, we have lots to talk about.'

*** PART 3 ***

It's not so bad being circumcised. Not at first. Not if you're done as an adult. You still have your softness and colour. For a while.

My girlfriend's doctor has given us the all clear. I'm healed up and  it's great to resume sexual relations.

About time too. I'm still mad at her but I've not orgasmed for weeks (apart from an unwelcome erection that agonized my poor healing cock and had me squirting uncontrollably) so I am putty in her hands. Be honest, a woman's touch on your penis, what man can resist?

Feeling much better now, I thrill with excitement as she gazes happily at my new designer cock. Gently, she strokes It to its full glory, then she slowly massages my permanently bare helmet. Boy it feels good!. I may be circumcised but my helmet still has plenty of feeling in it. While exploring my helmet, she explains how primitive natural men have an unfair advantage over women, thrusting their dicks inside passive vaginas until they come, then rolling over, satisfied, smug and drowsy. Never mind about the women, say natural primitive men, it's our pleasure that counts.

'Well,' says she, still caressing my helmet, 'circumcision levels the playing field. By densensitising men by docking their foreskin and banjo string,  we meet them on equal terms.'

I'm only half-listening as her caressing feels so good. OK, so she cut out my frenulem and I've lost my twingy twang of pleasure that raked through my body at the onset of orgasm, but hey, this is the most attention my helmet's ever had. She's gently rubbing my head all over. It's fantastic and I want it to last forever.,

'Equal terms,' she repeats, 'or better. How are you enjoying your helmet massage??

'Wonderful,' I gasp, 'you were right about giving me the snip after all. Let's meet on equal terms. This is heavenly.'

'Glad you're enjoying it. I'm enjoying it too.'

Something about 'enjoying it too' makes me suspicious. Why's she so keen on my helmet all of a sudden? I had the same helmet before she circumcised me but she barely touched it then. It hasn't changed except maybe a little dryer now. After all, I'm a circ newby.

'Why are you so keen on rubbing my helmet?' 

'Oh, no reason. Just to thank you for understanding why all men must be circumcised to keep them equal with women.' She massaged my head a little harder.

Then it hit me.

'You're rubbing away my sensitivity aren't you.'

She glanced at me then looked away. That's when I knew.

'Yes! That's it of course! You're rubbing my helmet so it will thicken up.'

'You want me to stop?'

'God no!'

It all became clear. I couldn't resist the sheer ecstasy of her fingering my head, even though she was massaging away my sensitivity. My sensitivity was slowly evaporating anyway, drying out as I could no longer protect it with my foreskin. Like the goddesses of mythology, she was luring my once natural penis onto the rocks and into its new future as a dildo.

'How is rubbing away my feeling making us equal?.

'Oh sorry, did I say equal? I meant the natural order of things. Women give life, so we control life. All aspects. But don't worry,' she casually ran her forefinger across my new lifelong scar. 'If you're unhappy with the natural order of things you can always jerk yourself of instead.'

I'd tried that. With a foreskin, jerking off is easy, quick and pleasurable. Without my foreskin, jerking off is unnatural, uncomfortable and wrong. There's no proper way to jerk off without a lubricating foreskin. But surely I can still get off by old fashioned screwing.

'Can we please just screw?' 

'Mmm,' says she, 'We'll both be glad when your head flares out into a fully formed helmet. Then I'll let you back in. Maybe. Not before. From now on it's my pleasure that counts. Remember? Now,' she stops rubbing me even though I've not come.

 'I've got a date with a rabbit.'

*** PART 4 "preview" ***

Over the the next few months my bare head slowly dries all the way, and my inflamed cock settles down into its new and permanent circumcised reality.  To my surprise, my partner and I draw ever closer. Why? Because we talk as never before. Well, I discover that my beloved partner is what's known as an acucullophiliac. She just loves the bare, defenceless helmet flared over a dry, rigid shaft. From the moment she first considered me as her life partner then discovered my natural condition, she rejoiced that I hadn't been taken care of at birth. She planned every step in advance, even videoing herself easing my foreskin up and down over my soft head as something for us to watch together while she tells me how she and her doctor successfully planned my foreskin's demise. 

*** PART 4 "thoughts" ***

My partner got me circumcised by stealth, but I'm still with her because she poured her heart out, explaining that she's an acucullphiliac which means... Well you know. And I have to admit, men do look better flared, tight and skinned. Shame about the loss of authority. Foreskin is power. It really is. I used to be in charge in the bedroom. No more ( and you women know why. You control our circumcised orgasms).

Anyhoo, her doctor friend, the one who circumcised me at my girlfriend's request, turns out to be a fanatical circumciser. She sees her life's work as skinning us 'back to the balls' as they say. But that's not how she advertises. She offers 'trimming'. Foreskins get a bit stretched over time, and trimming a bit  of skin from the back with rejuvenate the clock, just like teenage days. Of course, once he's signed the disclaimer and gone under the ether, the doctor gently lifts the docile intact penis, pulls back the foreskin to check her measurements, draws some lines paying particular attention to the Frenchmen, then reaches for her razor-sharp blade.

Once bandaged and totally numb, he's made to urinate once to show the basics work, then escorted home.

He thinks he's just been trimmed. My girlfriend tells me what happens next.

*** PART 5 ***

When your girlfriend circumcises you as an adult, you have to learn new tricks. Both with your partner and on your own. The great thing I discover a few months in is that my circ line feels really electric. My cut is right close to the head, unfortunately, because my acucullphiliac girlfriend and her equally determined doctor don't believe in foreskins, even stripped back. Dry dry dry, static shaft with bold flared helmet is the only way, they say, and boy, that's why they doped me and well... you know...

Anyway, I've learned a new way to jerk off.

First I need an erection, which used to be automatic. Now it takes serious work. I squish my soft helmet  into my shaft skin and pretend I'm still complete. This stimulates me and my helmet pops out and I get semi-stiff. I smear lubricant around my helmet, then quickly rub my scar both sides, back and front where my frenulem used to be. It doesn't work on its own, but recalling how they hold me down and dope me while my proud foreskin gasps for oxygen as the clamp cuts off it's bloodstream gets me off.

My girlfriend thinks it's funny.

'Don't bother, ' she says, 'I can absorb your helmet and suck out your juices much better than your stinky foreskin ever could. It just got in the way. 

'But it was fun circumcmcising you. I know most women like skinning boys at birth, and I see their point , they'll grow up clean. But your face when you pathetically tried to cover you helmet after I snipped you makes it all worthwhile. . .'

She's in control. I can't resist her delights and I can't do it on my own. Not without rubbing it raw. She become me.

'Now come here...'

*** LATER UNTITLED POST ***

One year along. My head has totally dried out and everything's settled down. Low tight cut. Embarrassing to say to my friends (online is fine; I'd never be so honest if we knew each other in the real world), but my two closest friends, one man one woman, told me to ditch my girlfriend. 'No, she's explained her position, and how she tolerated sloppy sex until she could take no more.

Long story short, she asked me nicely to clip back my foreskin halfway, a compromise, but I didn't take her seriously, so she consulted her acucullfiliac doctor friend -who knew? - and sets me up for maximum circ.

I'd tell you more, especially how guys who went in for a trim and signed the disclaimer finally saw her handiwork, but this website just deleted my account. I'll post this and tell you later.

Main thing is, I love my partner more than ever, and love her enjoying her dildo