http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=10456

by Joebob22

The minute the bell rang at the end of the day, I grabbed my bag and ran out of grade ten mathematics as fast as I could, making a beeline for my bike. It was sweltering and humid outside, and to add to my troubles I had developed a huge erection soon after lunch. For those of you who don’t know this already, sitting in class for hours in oppressive heat is bad enough when you don’t have a stiffy in your jeans.

I jumped on my bike and began pedaling home. My house was downhill from the school, and my ride home was thankfully less then 5 minutes. My thoughts were focused on nothing but getting home, getting my aching cock out, and jerking it until I had my sweet, sweet orgasm. Now I have to make it clear here that I had become somewhat of a masturbation addict. I wasn’t a loser, but I just felt more comfortable talking with guys, and so there was no girlfriend to get me off. I wasn’t gay either, although I had done some mutual masturbation with my friends. I also had a nice cock, not huge, but great for masturbation. About 6” long, I had a nice thick foreskin covering a big, tender purple glans. Hanging beneath my shaft was a fat set of nuts that always seemed to need emptying.

I zoomed up my driveway and came to a screeching stop in the garage. I hopped off my bike, my erection still stiff in my pants. I unlocked the front door and walked in.

“Hello?” I shouted into the house, “Anybody home?” There was no response, but I was not expecting or desiring one.

My fucktard stepdad was against masturbation and had convinced my mom to agree, and I sometimes moaned or screamed during my powerful orgasms. I ran up the stairs, throwing my bag into the corner of my room. I closed the door and pulled off my shirt. Next I began to undo my fly, pulling my jeans off and throwing them onto my bag. Finally, after pulling off my socks, I did what I had dreamed about all day. I pulled off my hot underwear, my fat erection bobbing up and down.

I closed my hand around the shaft, feeling the smooth skin of my penis and the pressure of my hand squeezing. Holding my shaft firmly but not hard, I slowly began my first pump on my pleasure organ. I felt my foreskin sliding over the head of my penis under my hand, and then pulling back until my hand was against my stomach.

When I say I had a big foreskin, I mean big. When soft, my glans was never visible. Even when hard, only the tip of my cock was exposed through the covering. Even on the backstroke of my hand when jerking off, only half of my big purple cockhead was exposed.

I placed my finger and thumb on either side of my cock and pulled my foreskin all the way back to fully reveal my big, smooth, bulbous glans. It was moist, and the light reflected off its smooth surface. I rubbed some saliva on it and pushed my foreskin back forward.

I lay down on my bed, face up, and began to jerk. When I was this aroused, and my cock was fully hard and not sore from previous sessions, a few quick jerks were enough to put me in heaven. All I could concentrate on was my hand sliding up and down my shaft, pumping me closer and closer to orgasm.

As I felt the first waves of my climax wash over me like an intoxicating drug, my cockhead swelled up under my hands. Seconds later, I threw my head back, moaning as my orgasm swept through me. I rarely shot cum, but that’s not to say I didn’t cum in buckets. My eyes were closed as I felt my cum pump out of my dick and down my hands. I let go of my penis, and it flopped up onto my stomach, pumping cum into a pool on my belly. I massaged my egg-sized nuts as I came, squeezing the cum out for a long-lasting orgasm.

I lay on my back, panting as my cock slowly softened, lying in a pool of cum. I was shocked out of my happy stupor by the sound of my door closing with a click. I jerked my head up, but realized that whoever it was had opened the door already and had seen me for god knows how long.

“Shit,” I muttered as I wiped my cum up quickly. My stepdad disapproved of my masturbation habits, and had given me shit for it before. I got dressed and ran out of my room. I bolted down the stairs, only to find my parents absent and a note on the table.

* * *

We’ve gone out. There’s pork chop in the fridge from yesterday. Have a good night, we might be back late. ~Mom and Dad.

I was puzzled by their note, but happy. Maybe they let me go on the masturbation thing! In any case, I decided to enjoy my time alone at home. I drank a little liquor until I was comfortably hazed, went upstairs, and pumped my cock until I squirted. No one was home, and being a bit drunk, I screamed as I enjoyed my powerful climax. I fell asleep soon after that, my warm, semi-hard cock lying snugly in my hand.

The first thing that I noticed when I awoke was that I was lying face-up on a table, with bright lights above me. The second thing I noticed was that I didn’t have control of anything but my eyes. My entire body had sensation, but I was fully paralyzed except for my eyes.

My mom and stepdad were standing at the foot of the table, looking down at my body. I was naked, but covered by a green sheet up to my neck, kinda like a body at the morgue. A female doctor stood above me, talking to my parents. Her voice faded into hearing as I woke slowly from my drugged sleep.

“ … they seem to have worked fine. He’s waking up now … no, he has eye movement, there should be no side effects.” She said, looking down at me. “Now, about the circumcision. Would you like the cut to be tight, loose, partial? … ”

My mom looked over at my prick of a stepdad.

“Tight,” he said, nodding.

“Ok. Now I was wondering if you would like the procedure done using a laser scalpel. They cauterize the wound, are nearly painless, and have almost no chance for infection,” she said calmly.

My eyes were wide, and I was screaming loudly in my head. Circumcision? How could this happen to me? My uncut cock was my pride and joy; masturbation was great and I loved the look. I had two circumcised friends who I’d jerked off with; their dicks had scars, small wrinkled cockheads, and they said they had weak orgasms. One had a very tight cut from birth, and his cock had grown faster then the skin. Unable to grow longer, it had bulged out into a messy choda, with skin so tight it hurt him to jerk twice. I am certain that left uncut he would have had a porn star’s penis.

My mom again looked at my stepdad. He asked, “What are the negative side effects?”

The nurse looked mildly uncomfortable. “Well, it has been found to damage nerve endings in the surrounding area, reducing sensitivity.”

My cruel stepdad smiled. “Well, that’s why he’s here! Use the laser scalpel then.”

I was attempting to move, but still couldn’t move anything but my eyes. I was paralyzed by fear, (and more then that, by powerful drugs), hoping that this was only a terrible dream. My silent prayers were not answered.

“From a medical point of view, the laser scalpel is far superior to any other surgical instrument,” the doctor stated. “Now, I am ready to begin the operation. You two may sit in the waiting room of my office, it is a simple and quick operation.”

My mom looked at me like she had second doubts, but my faggot stepdad put his arm around her and began leading her away, reassuring her that this was for my own good. As the door closed behind them, I looked up at the doctor for the first time. Despite my predicament, I began noticing how nice her body was. My thoughts on her firm round boobs were cut short by her firmly drawing the sheet back with one jerk.

I felt the cold air rush over me, and then felt embarrassed as she looked at my wiener.

“Just lay back, and try to relax. This won’t hurt much … we won’t even require anesthetics,” she said, preoccupied as she laid out a surgical tray and pulled on gloves. A single, solitary instrument lay on the try. It looked like a stainless steel pen with an electrical cable trailing from it

Her hands moved down to my exposed genetailia. The soft, warm, latex-textured fingers began feeling around my bag. She lifted my floppy dick between forefinger and thumb, and moved it around, looking at it. My eyes drifted back to her pert breasts, now in an ideal position for viewing. I felt my penis begin to stiffen between her latex clad fingers.

She laughed. “Feels good? Well, I need your penis soft for this operation.”

A finger was placed behind my ballsack. She began rubbing this finger up and down slowly, pressing hard. It was rubbing against the base of my penis. It was oddly pleasurable. Before I even expected it, semen began flowing out of my penis. The orgasm from the odd stimulation was barely noticeable.

She wiped up my ejaculate with a small napkin, and reached over to grab the small laser scalpel. I felt the cold metal tip slide under my foreskin, sliding along my glans. I was hyperventilating, frightened by the immediate reality of the moment.

 She flicked it on, and I felt the laser begin cutting. It was painful, but it was a sharp stinging pain. It didn’t last long, and quickly became bearable and half-numbed. I felt her slice around the bottom of my glans, and then she trimmed off my frenelum and slid my now-severed foreskin off my cockhead like a sock. She flicked it into a medical waste container like a piece of garbage.

She walked away to wash her hands. I looked down at my modified penis. It looked like a normal circumcised penis, except that the head looked huge. There was now a large scar running under and around my exposed glans. To me, it looked dark and ugly. As I was staring down in horror at my altered penis, the doctor pricked me with a needle and I drifted into yet another deep sleep.

I woke up on my bed, lying on top of my covers. I had no idea how much time had passed, but morning daylight now streamed into my window. I sat up, groggy and stiff. At first, I didn’t even remember my circumcision. I had forgotten it during my heavy sleep, and I was merely a foggy dream in my memory.

As I sat up, a small yellow sticky note fluttered down from where it had been stuck to my forehead. I picked it up and read it over.

We have gone out for the weekend. We’re confident we can leave you alone, now that you’ve had that wonderful operation. We are sure you’ll learn to be much happier!

So it wasn’t a dream! I ran to the bathroom and yanked down my pants. My limp penis hung there, sans-foreskin. The scar had dulled down a bit, but was still very large and noticeable. But my cockhead was different! A day or more of exposure to air without any covering had left it grayish and shriveled! Whereas I used to boast a big, shiny, plump, purple head, I now sported a small, wrinkled, purple-gray acorn!

I felt an incredible sense of loss. I rubbed the glans – with my foreskin, the glans remained so sensitive that even rubbing it was an orgasmic pleasure. Now it felt just like rubbing any skin – no pleasurable feelings at all.

I held back tears as I ran to my room. I played with my cock, working up an erection. Once it began to fatten up in my hands, my troubles got worse. My cock had been cut while flaccid, meaning my exceedingly tight circumcision became painful when erect. My cock could no longer extend to its previous full length of 6”, and was roughly 5” long now. It bulged out unattractively, and the surface skin was tight and stretched.

I attempted to jack off, but the skin was too tight and sore. My cockhead had lost most sensation, and my shaft was too tightly cut to jerk hard. Unable to relieve the pressure in my fat boy-bag, I fell asleep crying, holding my softening, ruined penis.