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Anonymous

The following is a fantasy based story and its contents should not be attempted.
It had been a week since Andrew had graduated high school and started on his cross-country hitch hiking adventure. Being from a small town in central Indiana, he had never seen much of the country and was eager to go places. 
Being on the road for a few days already, he had managed to get to Detroit and after a few days there, hitched a ride to Chicago. This is where his adventure really began. 
In Chicago, he decided to hang out in the boys' town area. Andrew always felt he was more gay than straight, this was his chance to explore this side of himself. Armed with his fake ID, he thought he would hang out at a gay bar and see what transpired. 
After throwing back a few vodka cranberries, he met a guy named Brandon. Like Andrew, Brandon was a young gay man who had what some make call a dark side. By day, Brandon worked at a piercing and tat shop, but Brandon did cutting as a hobby. After a few more drinks and a little more talking, Andrew had divulged that he was not circumcised and that he would like to have that "corrected" someday. Brandon's face lit up when he heard this and this is where he let Andrew in on his little hobby. Andrew finished his drink and announced that he had to go to the bathroom and asked Brandon to go with him. The two got up and went over to the bathroom at the other end of the bar. Once inside, Andrew unzipped his pants and hauled out his 7 uncut soft inches of cock. Brandon's own cock started to inflate at the site of this exceptional piece of meat and he too pulled his out and joined Andrew at the urinals. 
"That's a nice cock, how would you like to come back to my place so I can make that little correction for you?" "Tonight?" asked Andrew, slightly surprised that his long time fantasy was coming true. "Sure, the actual procedure will only take a little bit, then you can stay with me for a few days until you are ready to hit the road again."
This was all happening so fast, Andrew had wanted to loose the foreskin for as long as he could remember, but it had always been a fantasy, he had never really thought about what he would do if it ever came up. Being well buzzed from the alcohol, he decided to go for it. 
The two of them sat down for one last drink and then headed for Brandon's place, which was only a few blocks away. Brandon's apartment was neat and modestly decorated, tattoo-esce art was posted on the walls and it almost felt like being in a tattoo parlor.
"Make yourself comfortable while I prepare the work area," said Brandon as he brought a set of drinks from the kitchen. Andrew sat down on the couch and started sipping the drink Brandon brought him. A three ring binder on the coffee table caught his attention. Upon opening it he found pictures inside, pictures of body modifications that Brandon had done. There were a few of a tongue splitting, a clit hood removal, a scrotal splitting and a meateotomy, there was a series of a circumcision from start to finish, this started to make Andrew hard. As he looked at the series of pictures, he absentmindedly started to play with his hardening cock.
"Find something of interest?" asked Brandon as he reappeared in the room, "come on, everything is ready." Andrew did as he was told and followed Brandon aback to one of the bedrooms that had been turned into a room that resembled a doctor's exam room. "I have a special circumcision in mind for you, with a cock as big as yours, it will be more fitting. Go ahead, take your clothes off and hop up on the table." Andrew quickly removed his clothes and his naked body was soon lying on the exam table. Brandon wasted no time getting his instruments and he was soon lathering up Andrew's crotch area. Next came the razor, with each swipe it removed more and more of Andrew's well trimmed blonde bush, the his scrotum was shaved clean. This, in combination with the alcohol made Andrew very relaxed and he was soon drifting off. He awoke to restraints on his wrists, across his waist and on his thighs and ankles as well as a ball gag in his mouth. Brandon was playing with his once again erect penis, this time it was standing at full attention, almost 10 inches. Andrew watched, in the mirror positioned over the table as Brandon played with the foreskin, rolling it over the head of his cock and then back down again, slowly and deliberately. "You're awake! Don't fear the restraints, they are there so you don't move unexpectedly and cause me to slip up... this is a delicate operation," said Brandon, Andrew fear started to subside as the explanation made sense. Brandon reached for the instrument tray and picked up a syringe, slowly, he plunged it into Andrews's crotch area, just above his towering 10-inch erection. "This will insure that you don't feel a thing." Brandon waited a few minutes, occasionally stroking Andrews cock, with each stroke, Andrew could feel less and less; soon his genitals were completely numb. A moment later, Brandon asked if he could feel anything and Andrew shook his head no. Again reaching for the instrument table, Brandon produced a bottle of alcohol and some gauze and proceeded to clean Andr "\Ãw€ë
ews's region. Once this was done, he reached for the scalpel.
Pulling back on the Andrews foreskin, Brandon quickly went to work on the underside on Andrew's cock. Starting with the frenulum, Brandon made an incision right below the ridge of the head. Quickly, he continued the line around the right side of Andrew's cock, across the top and down the left side. Andrews's cock was bleeding pretty heavily and Brandon took another piece of gauze, this time soaked in a different fluid, and dabbed the bloodiness. This seemed to almost completely stop the bleeding. Then Brandon did something that Andrew had not expected. Starting again at the top, on the underside, Brandon started cutting downward, parallel to the urethra, from the top by the head, all the way down to Andrew's nut sack. Andrew tried to protest, but the ball gag would not let him. "Don't worry," said Brandon, "I told you this is a special circumcision, now lay back and relax." Brandon then made another cut, much like the first one, around the base of Andrew's cock, completely removing his entire shaft skin. He once again dabbed the area with the gauze to make it stop bleeding. Andrew looked in shock as he saw his shaft skin being placed to the tray and his naked cock flesh protruding into the air. He could see every vein and muscle that made up his cock. It almost looked like a drawing out of a medical book.
Brandon had returned and was busy cauterizing and stitching the skin to the skinless shaft, all the while assuring Andrew that it would still work the same way, and if he really wanted the skin back, there was a scar cream that would probably grow it back slowly, possibly in as little as a few years. At this point Andrew had passed out.
When he awoke, he was at a bus station. Was it all a bad dream? He went to the bathroom to piss and discovered it was not a dream, but reality. There was nothing he could do about it, the skin was gone. 
As he continued on his travels that summer, he grew to like his new cock more and more. Would he try to find Brandon for some other body mods??????