by Ricardo Boca

I met Charlie at a party that was being thrown by a friend of mine.
Yeah, he was a really nice looking guy, about 27 years old. We had
a little small talk and finally he asked me what I do. So I told him
that I am a doctor and I practice urology. He told me he was a
construction worker who specialized in plumbing. Then, jokingly,
he said we sort of do the same thing. I must have looked at him
like he was from some other planet.

He must have realized my look. He blurted out with "because I
could work on the plumbing for your house and you could work on
the plumbing for my cock." He smiled.
I laughed out loud followed by a dead moment silence and I
thought our party talk was going absolutely nowhere so I began
glancing around the room.

And then he asked me an extremely loaded question: "so how
many circumcisions have you done?"Well, as a professional urologist I have performed several circumcisions but the question came out of the blue and he had a
look in his eye like a little puppy begging for food at the dinner
table.

Finally, I said, "I've lost count. It's just part of my profession."
"Have you ever performed a circumcision that was not medically
necessary?"

"Some men have come to me and asked to be circumcised. Of
course insurance doesn't cover unnecessary surgery but these men
wanted it for personal reasons. Why are you so interested in this?"
Charlie was very cagey at that point. He said, "Oh, I don't know. I
think it's a little weird. That men willingly go and get part of their
dick’s cut off."

My retort was, "It isn't weird at all. Many of these men have felt
inferior or felt that they have missed out on something really
terrific. And so if a little elective surgery is all it takes to give your
ego a boast, it's just as good as seeing a therapist."
"Yeah, I guess." And a short silence came upon us again. We each
took a sip from our drinks and we looked around the room at all
those guys talking to each other.

I don't know what I was thinking. Perhaps it was the third cocktail
which lowered my guard but I finally broke the silence with, "Are
you circumcised?"

"Nope." He answer was curt. He turned to me and smiled. "Why?
You wanna circumcise me?"
We both laughed.
“Is it medically necessary?” I asked.
“Nope.”
"Can you afford me?"
"I couldn't afford it besides . . ."

I interrupted him, "Well if you really want it, I could work out a
deal. I may even do it for free."
"I'm not ready…um…I don’t want to get cut!"
The word "ready" stuck in my mind. I thought I should invite him
out. Suddenly, he said he had to go home because he had an early
day the next day. "But if you ever need a plumber, here's my card."
He handed me his business card and left.
He was by far the most stimulating person I met at that party and
once he left, I followed shortly after.

About three months went by and the basement shower which was
connected to my "play room" was backing up. If a person took a
shower for longer than three minutes, you would end up standing
in several inches of water which was very unpleasant. I knew I had
to call a plumber to fix this and that was when I decided to call
Charlie.

He came over on a Friday afternoon, right on time. I showed him
the shower. He fixed it in about two hours.
When he was finished, he thanked me for his business. And
showed me the shower and how the drain was not draining
properly because a great deal of hair had gotten in the drain.
I told him how sometimes guests shave their balls and pubic area
in that shower and that's where the hair came from.
Then he asked, pointing to the room next to the shower, "what's in
there?"

"Oh, that! ... um, that's my ... um, play room."
"Playroom?! You mean like a dungeon?"
"Sort of. You want to see?"

He nodded his head and I unlocked the door. There, in all its glory,
was my strap table with all the medical equipment on the shelves.
"What kind of dungeon is THIS?!"
"It's my circumcision room."
"Your WHAT!?"
"It's reserved for very special uncut guys who want very VERY
special treatment when they are ready [I made a special emphasis
on the word ‘ready’ from our party talk] to get cut - free of charge,
of course. And I have never disappointed anyone."
"That's a little freaky."

"Joking aside. Very few guys actually get cut on this table. It's
mostly fantasy and fun. It's all consensual and no one is ever
harmed."

I could tell he was feeling a little squeamish. Then he asked, "what
do you mean by fantasy?"

"Guys that have circumcision fantasies. They want to get
circumcised, but not really, so we get together and play like they're
getting cut. It's fun."

Charlie harumphed. "I'll send you my bill."

Charlie never sent me a bill. One month later he called and told me
he was interested in "playing" around as I had described to him on
that day he fixed my shower basement.

Boy, I could not wait to see what he looked like with his clothes
off. Nor could I wait to see his intact cock.

He said he would only come and play if he could be guaranteed
that I would not circumcised him. I told him not to worry about a
thing, that I would not do anything at anytime that would be
against his will.

So he came over.

On that day when he arrived, I had four decks of regular playing
cards; two pairs of which were identical. I showed him downstairs
to my playroom.

"Hey, Charlie. It's good to see you."
I began by showing him the two of the decks of cards and shuffled
them right in front of Charlie. Then I said, "You know, you never
sent me a bill for the work you did on that shower."
"Yeah, you got me flustered about this fantasy you described."
"First, I think you should disrobe." I kept shuffling the cards.
"Come on!" I kept shuffling the cards.

My lack of speech finally gave him the idea that I meant business.
"Remember what I said when we talked on the phone."
"Ah, that! Charlie, listen." I finish shuffling the cards and spread
out the two shuffled decks and say, "It really isn't fun unless there
is even a small remote chance that you will indeed get cut, and are
willing to do so." I pointed to the two decks. "Pick a card. I don't
want to see it - just pick a card and then put it in this envelope."
He picked a card and put it in the envelope. I told him to sign the
back of the sealed envelope. While he did that I shuffled the other
cards.

"This is what I offer you, Charlie. I'm gonna pull a card from these
other cards I'm shuffling. I will then draw a card, like you did with
those other two decks. If the card you drew is identical to the card I
draw, then you get cut. The odds are a one out of 106 chances that
you will get circumcised. But you've got to be willing to take that
chance or it really isn't any fun."

Charlie was physically breathing nervously. He was down to his
white briefs. He stood there before me like a lamb to the slaughter.
I smiled at him. I picked my card without him looking at it, put the
card in the envelope, sealed it and had Charlie sign the seal of the
second envelope.

"So, are you in? Or do you want to go?"
"I'm in." I could see he was almost trembling. Was he in terror? Or
was he cold? "Charlie, take off the shorts and lay down on the
examination table."

I brought over a medical blanket which had a hole cut out in the
middle. I fed his flaccid cock through the hole and I let the blanket
drape his body. "Are you more comfortable now?"
"Yeah."

"Relax. Take a few deep breaths. I sense your breath is very
shallow. I think you need to breath and know that nothing will
happen to you that you don't want. You are in complete control.
Trust me." I'm sure he thought, "Famous last words from his last
victim, too." I really sensed his fear.

I put my hands on his stomach and closed my eyes and took
several deep breaths, trying to stimulate Charlie to calm down.
After a little while, he did indeed calm down.
"So tell me, Charlie, what do you hope to achieve by being here?"
"I have had a real love/hate relationship with my foreskin. I love
being uncut. But I am so fascinated by cut cocks that I want to
have one. I know that my choice on this is a one way street. And I
also know it would be too bad to have it done when I'm some old
guy. So . . ."

"So, do you want to be cut or not?"

"I ... I don't know."

"Charlie, the question is simply this. Are you willing to give me
permission to circumcise you if the cards are identical? If you say
'no', then you can just get dressed and go home. The chances aren't
very high in your favor. One in 106."
"I'm okay with it. Yes."
"Okay."

I began by tying his ankles firmly to the examination table which,
on a few occasion, has been known to be an operating table but
only for circumcisions. I worked my way up to his thighs and tied
him down there. I put a tight strap across his chest but not too tight
so he could breath. I tied down his wrists and then his for
arms/shoulders. I put his head under a soft pillow.
"Let's take a look at your cock."

Wow. He had a very beautiful cock with a great deal of foreskin.
You could not see any bit of the glans. At first I thought he may
even have phimosis. So I gently retracted his foreskin and it
retracted very easily. I began playing with it and he got hard very
quickly.

And now it was time to blow his mind.
"Charlie. Try and get out of the restrains." He tugged and pulled.
"You're not trying hard enough." He really was trying.
"I can't."

"So if I wanted to circumcise you right now, there’s not a thing
you could do. Right?"

"Don't scare me."

"Isn't that the point?"

So I gagged him. He resisted and began screaming. Then I blind
folded him. I soothed him by playing with his cock and edged him
a bit. His body was responding to the sexual attention. I pulled on
his foreskin and stretched it. Pealed the skin back. I could tell he
was having a good time - finally.

"Charlie, I'm not going to look at the cards we picked. I'm going
right for the knife."

I took out a pin wheel with a very dull blade on it, sort of like a
pizza cutter. It couldn't possibly cut skin. If you pressed very hard,
perhaps you could cause a bruise. I pressed hard on him and said,
"It's just a small cut."

He started reacting with heavy breathing again. I pulled back his
foreskin all the way back as tight as it could go. I could hear
behind the gag him screaming “no!”

"This is what it would feel like when you’re cut." And while
keeping the skin back, I put lube on my other hand and stroked him
until him came all over the blanket and I kept stroking and he was
writhing in painful ecstasy until finally his cock went soft.
When he was finally untied, he asked me where the cut was. I
insured him that he would find no cut because it is all fantasy.
There was no knife and I showed him the little pin wheel knife.
He said, "This wouldn't even cut through soft butter!"
"I told you, you had nothing to worry about! So, you want to look
at the cards?" He was smiling at me as I untied him.
We opened the envelopes and there were staring at us were two
identical 2-of-Hearts.

"Well, you son of a bitch. You realize that you should have been
cut just now."

"You wouldn't have really."

"Oh, yes I would!"

"Really. I mean. You really REALLY would have circumcised me
if you opened the cards first?"

"Yes, Charlie. I would. You can shower. You know where it is."
I left him to shower by himself and went up stairs. Ah, well. One
that got away. And I was pissed at myself.

**
Six weeks passed and Charlie calls again. He liked our little play
time and he wanted a repeat of the experience. I told him that from
now on, he must come with his pubic area completely shaved.
I wanted him to experience something exceptional. I asked him to
disrobe and sit on the exam table.

"So, Charlie, I am going to show you pictures of circumcisions. If
you could be cut, what would you like it to look like."

As he was going through the book of photographs, Charlie started
getting hard and even in its fully erect state the prepuce completely
covered the glans. Finally he stopped at a cock with a dark brown
ringed scar. "That one."

"So you would want a circumcision scar to be that prominent!"
"If I ever get cut, I may as well be proud about it."

Let me show you something. I pulled back his foreskin tight and
showed him the frenulum on is cock pulled down the head of his
cock and made it bend. I told him that he could retain the uncut
look and have a better feeling of a cut cock if the frenulum was
cut.

He wanted to know if this was the same as last time. I told him that
I am increasing the stakes by placing TWO bets on the table. One,
he would get the full circumcision or the cut frenulum.

I instructed him to pick a card from one deck thereby changing the
odds to one out of 52 and he would get fully cut. And on a piece of
paper to write the words either "heads" or "tails." The coin toss (a
50/50 chance) would be for the frenulum cut.

He went for it but by the end of that evening he still walked out of
my house completely intact.

Several months later on our fourth play session, he finally lost - the
coin toss that is.

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Well, of course it's gonna hurt but it will be done before you
know it."

"Aren't you supposed to numb it with an injection or something?"
"You will only get local anesthesia if your getting the real cut. This
is minor. Okay? I fully prepped the area.”
"Do you really have to do this?"
"Trust me. You're going to love it. So brace yourself. Here goes."
And with one quick swipe with my sterile scalpel, I made a clean
slice through his frenulum about one centimeter.

"AH! hell! That hurt!"

I instructed him how to take care of the wound.

**
Two months later, he called me again. I knew he'd be back, even
after I gave him that little scar. He told me how it feels when he
pulls back his foreskin and that his dickhead flares out like a cut
cock. He thanked me because it almost looks like a cut cock when
he pulls back the skin.

But now that I got his frenulum cut, the only next possible choice
was full circ. And I didn't think he wanted it nor was ready for that.
But he insisted so we continued.

I kept changing the odds - FOR MONTHS!! He was one very
lucky bastard. I told him he was so lucky he should go to Vegas.
He kept his foreskin and always left happy. I guess it wasn't meant
to be.

Then one day, we began our usual play date. As he undressed he
said, "did it ever occur to you that I may have been losing all along
and the day you circumcise me, will be the day that I win."
That day he did again win and left intact. Or maybe he actually lost
because he really was ready and did want a complete
circumcision?

We had developed a great trust and bond at this point.

**
He called me to tell me that he had received a really great job offer
to move to Florida. And he wanted to see me one last time before
he left. I told him I knew a very good urologist in Miami which he
could go to if he ever could finally decide whether circumcision
was for him. He told me he would think about it as he disrobed.
On the examination table, there he was, shaved pubic area,
foreskin entirely covering his glans. He no longer breathed out of
control nor was he uncomfortable or cold.

I began strapping him down like I had always done. Slowly
securing each limb so he could not move an inch. My makeshift
circumstraint.

"So what's it gonna be this time? The odds, I mean." He asked.
"Just like the last few time. A simple coin toss."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as I finished up. "You
know, Charlie. One of these days, you’re going to get your deepest
wish."

"I know."

I had stopped gagging and blind folding him months ago but he
enjoyed being strapped down.

A coin toss. That's right. A 50/50 chance was to determine the
destiny of this young man's penis.
"Okay. Call it. Heads or tails."
"Tails," he said without hesitation.
I flipped the coin wildly into the air, it was spinning, glistening. I
caught it with my right hand and flipped it over on to my wrist to
look at the result.
"I'm really gonna miss you, Charlie."

I reached for the hypodermic needle and prepared the anesthesia.

“What are you doing?” he asked.
“You lost the coin toss, Charlie. It was heads.”

The sweat broke out on his forehead as I finished the shots.

I gently rubbed the doomed foreskin until he was numb.

I quickly applied my Gomco Clamp and saw Charlie wince as the clamp was tightly in place. "Just a couple of minutes Charlie and we'll be all done!" I exclaimed. A quick slice of the knife and it's done.

I waited 5 minutes and removed the clamp. I applied skin glue to the circular wound and then applied a bandage after the glue had dried.

I untied Charlie and helped him get dressed. "Your biggest desire is finished Charlie" I said. Charlie replied: "I didn't think you would do it, but you did...dammmmm." "Quit complaining" I said . "You lost the bet and had to pay up!"

Charlie left and I didn't see him again.

Of all the trophy foreskins I’ve retained, I think his is my favorite.