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                          Wes Powell's Penis Perils
                                  by Totzman

                         Copyright© 2017 by Totzman

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Description: To discourage her son from masturbating, Wes' mother decides to have him circumcised.

Tags: Coercion, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, DomSub, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Sadistic, Spanking, Torture, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Body Modification, Doctor/Nurse, Public Sex, Slow

Posted: 2017-07-17
Last Modified: 2017-07-17 / 07:20:02 pm
Wes Powell peeked down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. The porn magazine was tucked into the back of his pants, with his shirt pulled down, concealing it completely. It was time to move.

He darted down the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He only had a few short minutes to do what needed to be done before his mother would get suspicious. After locking the door, Wes laid the magazine out on the floor in front of the toilet and grabbed a bottle of lotion from underneath the sink.

His balls were so full he was amazed he hadn’t burst yet. Kris Powell did not tolerate masturbation in her home, and the moment she knew her son was in a locked bathroom alone, Wes was going to have hell to pay. He quickly stripped naked and took a seat on the toilet. Working quickly, he flipped through the pages of the magazine; opening to a photo of a stunning large breasted blonde lying by a poolside. Carefully, he studied the form of the blonde’s naked body, memorizing every curve should he never see this photo again.

The blonde’s artificially enhanced chest teased him, tempting him to give in and do the one thing his mother forbade. Wes’ penis swelled, and grew to its full length and height while he imagined what perverted things he wanted to do to her body.

He pumped some lotion into his hand, and lubed up his swollen member. The cut on his shaft was nearly healed, and he knew his mother would be wanting to give him another fresh one soon, as she so frequently did to discourage this type of behavior.

Wes pumped his fist up and down, stroking his erect penis again and again. Pleasure overtook his body, pleasure that had been held out of his reach for far too long. His breathing quickened, his moaning grew more and more intense. He only needed a few more minutes, just a few more and he would explode liquid pleasure into his hand.

And then he heard the doorknob twist.

“Why is this door locked? Wes? Are you in there?” his mother demanded.

“Uh, yeah! Just taking a shower, Mom!” Wes shouted.

“You don’t take showers with the door closed! We talked about this!”

“Sorry! I’ll open it now!”

Frantically, Wes wiped his lotion-covered hand on his thigh, and tucked the porn magazine under a stack of folded towels in the linen cabinet.

“You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”

“No Mom, I told you, I’m taking a shower!” Wes grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.

“OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Kris demanded.

Wes quickly unlocked the door and found himself face-to-face with his fuming mother. She immediately pulled the towel from his waist and grabbed his penis with her fingers. She recoiled at the feel of the greasy lotion that covered his still-erect member.

“You were masturbating! Damn it, Wes, what do I have to do to get through to you? I hold off on cutting you for a little bit, thinking you’ve earned a little trust, and you’re jacking off the second I turn my back!”

“Mom, it’s not fair!” Wes screamed. “Jennifer sells naked pictures of herself on the Internet, why can’t I jack off?”

Kris folded her arms. “I’m NOT having this discussion with you again. Your sister is making good money doing what she does. All you’re doing is being a disgusting pervert!”

“But...”

“No buts! Now, since you obviously can’t be trusted to be alone with your penis, I think you and I will be showering together from now on!”

“WHAT?” Wes exclaimed.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.” Kris immediately removed her shirt and tossed it on the floor next to Wes’ clothes.

“MOM, NO!”

“Start the water and get it. I’ll be right behind you.” Kris unclasped her bra and her son winced at the sight of his mother’s naked breasts.

“Mom, don’t do this, it’s-”

“It’s what?” Kris asked, unzipping her jeans. She seemed genuinely perplexed by her son’s misgivings about showering with her. She looked at him as though she were expecting a response as she slid her jeans down. She was wearing a pink thong underneath; Wes was fairly certain he’d purchased that very thong himself a few weeks earlier when his mother had sent him to the store to buy panties for his sister and her.

“It’s- oh forget it!” Wes said, realizing the longer he tried to think of an answer, the more clothes his mother was going to take off in front of him.

Quickly, he turned around, and scampered towards the shower. If his mother was going to do this, if she was really going to get into the shower with him completely naked, he was going to have to figure out how to shower with his eyes closed.

He cranked the shower on and got in before even checking if it was warm. The cold water was a shock, but not as much of a shock as when the curtain suddenly yanked open revealing his fully naked mother waiting to enter. He took a step back and she promptly entered. The tub wasn’t large; there was barely enough space for the two of them, and as they proceeded to wash, their bodies bumped into one another quite frequently.

Wes shut his eyes, but it was far too late. There were many things he’d learned just now that he didn’t want to ever know. He didn’t want to know that his mother had tits nice enough that had he not known they were hers, he would have masturbated to them. He didn’t want to know that her trips to the spa apparently included Brazilian waxes. He didn’t want to know that her trips to the tanning salon were done in just a thong, as evidenced by the tan lines around her private area but not her breasts or butt cheeks.

He clenched his eyes shut and faced away from her; trying to block this moment from his memory.

“Wes! Get washing. I expect you to get out when I’m done.”

“Okay, okay.” Wes squirted some shampoo into his palm and proceeded to wash his hair. His mother grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up her palms.

“I’ll be washing your privates. So you’re not tempted to spend more time than necessary cleaning that area.” She grabbed his penis and scrubbed it with one hand, making Wes wince. She lifted his penis up and with her other hand grabbed his balls. He squealed as she fiercely scrubbed his scrotum before abruptly releasing it.

“There. All clean. See, it doesn’t take ten minutes to wash that.”

Wes sighed. He wanted nothing more than to stroke his penis to eruption, but his mother seemed determined to ruin even the idea of sexual release for him. She took the shampoo and lathered up her hair while Wes washed the rest of his body.

“Wes, be a dear and wash my breasts for me,” she said, scrubbing her hair.

“What? Why?” he asked incredulously.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Because it will make it easier for us to shower together if we help each other. Now come on. These boobs fed you, the least you can do is wash them for me.”

Wes groaned. Somehow he actually felt this was a worse punishment than having her wash his penis. Begrudgingly, he lathered up his hands and planted them on his mother’s breasts.

“Wash them,” she urged.

Wes rubbed the soapy liquid across her mounds, feeling the bump of her nipples against his palms as he did. Kris moaned, and Wes shifted uncomfortably. He was uncomfortable, because of what he could never in a million years admit.

His mom had great tits.

They felt good under his grasp, and he enjoyed the feel of them. He washed them thoroughly, then rinsed his hands and wiped away the soap from both her breasts and her belly.

Kris proceeded to lift her leg and rest her foot on the tub ledge. Without saying a word, Wes washed her thigh with both hands, before continuing down to clean her entire leg. She set it down and raised her other leg and Wes washed it as well. He didn’t wash her nether regions, but she didn’t seem to expect it. He breathed a sigh of relief when she washed it herself, and he finished cleaning his own body before Kris shut off the water.

To his horror, Wes realized as his mother was getting out of the tub that his erection had returned in full force. He glanced at her to see if she noticed, but all he noticed was her dripping wet naked body and his cock throbbed even more. Cheeks flushed, he stepped out of the tub sideways and kept his back to his mother while he grabbed a towel.

She eyed him suspiciously as he dried himself off, noting that he was keeping his private area covered. She yanked the towel away.

“Wesley! Why do you have an erection?”

Wes had no idea how he should answer that question.

“Were you touching yourself with me _standing right next to you?”_

Wes frantically shook his head, hoping against hope she didn’t realize he’d gotten aroused by his own mother’s body.

“All right, that’s it, OVER MY KNEE!” she demanded.

Kris sat on the tub’s edge and yanked her son over her lap. Before he could muster a reaction she smacked his bottom with her palm once, twice, three times, making him holler in pain. His still erect penis hung right between her thighs, and he noted that each time she smacked his bottom his penis rubbed slightly against one of her inner thighs or the other.

“I’m sorry, Mom!” Wes yelled half-halfheartedly. He couldn’t admit to her that he didn’t want to move; the feel of her mother’s thighs was the most stimulating touch his penis had gotten in weeks.

“You will be sorry!” she yelled, spanking him again. “You will stop masturbating! I mean it! Never again!”

She furiously smacked his cheeks; so full of rage she apparently didn’t notice just how much her son’s penis was rubbing against her.

“I can’t help it! I have to, Mom!”

“You! Will! Not!” she screamed, and smacked him faster and harder. It hurt, it really did, but the pleasure he felt against his penis seemed to give him an almost superhuman tolerance to it. The faster she smacked him, the faster he rubbed against her, and he felt his excitement grow.

“I won’t stop! I’ll never stop!” he taunted, and she only spanked him faster. God, it felt so fucking good. As she got angrier, her thighs pressed closer together, and Wes could now feel _both_ sides of his penis rubbing against her two thighs. Precum was leaking out the tip, but Kris seemed oblivious to everything but her son’s defiance.

“You think you can outlast me? Your butt is going to be in far more agony than my hand!”

“I won’t stop. I’ll never stop,” he repeated, quietly. He was getting closer. Any second now.

She smacked him again and again and again, never even slowing. The rage she felt towards her husband for leaving her, the anger she felt upon learning about his mistress, and his porn addiction, all spilled out of her hand and onto her son’s naked bottom. Wes breathed steadily, channeling the pain into pleasure.

You! Will! Stop! You! Will! Stop!” she repeated, and smacked him and smacked him, and smacked him, and-

“Oooohhhhh!” Wes let out a moan.

Kris gasped.

Cold, gooey semen gushed down her leg. Her jaw dropped open in horror. She pushed her son off of her lap just in time to see the last remnants of his ejaculation emerge from his penis and spill out onto her thighs.

“Oh my God!” she screamed. “You were... _enjoying_ that?”

Wes covered his privates with his hands sheepishly, but said nothing.

Too mortified to even berate him another second, Kris reached into the linen cabinet and snatched a fresh towel. She grabbed fairly hard, which cause the porn magazine Wes had so carefully hidden underneath to come spilling out onto the bathroom floor.

Kris stared at the magazine, and then up at her trembling son.

“Sorry, Mom,” he said.

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“Come on babe! Let me see ‘em! Pleeeeeease!”

The balding, 40-something man on Jennifer’s screen was furiously masturbating while staring up at her, pleadingly. Jennifer giggled as she turned her back to him and wiggled her butt. She wore a cupless red see-through negligee with a thong underneath, but kept her arm covering both of her breasts whenever she faced the webcam. Helplessloser59 hadn’t earned the right to see them yet.

“Tell you what, honey. You get out a sharpie and write ‘Jenny’s little payslut’ on that fat belly of yours, tip me another $50, and I’ll show you the goods,” Jennifer said, bending over and giving him a great close-up peek at her cleavage.

She’s already made him write “bitch boy” on his forehead, but Jennifer was far from done with helplessloser59. He’d spent over $700 on her the past week, and given that today was his payday, Jennifer intended to squeeze him dry again.

She watched as he scampered off screen, wearing nothing but his wife’s nylons on both legs, while she continued to sway her hips despite not having an audience at the moment. Helplessloser59 returned shortly afterward, with Jennifer’s requested message scrawled across his bulging beer belly. He tapped his mouse several times, and Jennifer saw her balance go up by $50.

“Good boy!” she commended him. Slowly, she pulled her hands from her breasts and flashed her nipples at her captive audience.

“Ohhhhh Goddddd!” helplessloser59 moaned. He stroked his cock furiously, until it erupted a burst of semen onto his keyboard.

“Hey! Did I give you permission to cum?” Jennifer snapped.

“Oh, sorry Goddess, I couldn’t help it...” he moaned.

Jennifer folded her arms.

“$150 cum tax. Pay up NOW!” she demanded.

“Yes, Goddess,” helplessloser59 replied.

“JENNIFER!!!” Kris Powell screamed from down the hallway.

Jennifer cursed silently to herself.

“What, Mom?” she called.

“Bring me your shears!” Kris shouted.

“I’m WITH a CLIENT!” Jennifer shouted.

“NOW, Jennifer!”

“Mom, no!” Wes shouted.

Jennifer’s bedroom door was closed, but to her annoyance, it was far from soundproof. She looked back at her webcam.

“I have to go,” she said.

“Wait, Goddess, please show me your pu-”

Jennifer closed the session, stopping helplessloser59 in mid-sentence. She opened her bedroom door to see her mother standing on the other side, dressed in only a bath towel.

“I need your shears. The really sharp ones. Wes has done it this time!”

“Can this wait?” Jennifer asked.

“Your brother- _pleasured himself-_ onto my leg, Jennifer! Give me your shears, now! He’s LONG overdue for his cut!”

Jennifer nearly choked with laughter at this. She peered down the hall at her brother, as he dried himself off.

“You actually masturbated on your own mother’s leg?” Jennifer exclaimed in bewilderment, then paused. “I should make one of my clients do that,” she said to herself, thoughtfully.

“Your SHEARS, Jennifer!” Kris repeated, holding her open palm out expectantly.

Jennifer grabbed her shears from her desk drawer and placed them into her mother’s hand. Kris took a seat on Jennifer’s bed.

“Wes! Get in here!”

Knowing it was useless to argue, Wes trudged into his sister’s bedroom. He paused for just a second when he saw what was waiting for him in his mother’s hand. Jennifer nudged him forward, until he was close enough that his penis was within snipping distance.

Kris pulled the towel from Wes’ waist.

“Let’s see, where should I give you your cut today?” she asked aloud. She ran the blade of the shears up and down the shaft of his cock, passing the many scars from cuts she’d left before.

“Hey Mom, why do you always cut the shaft? Don’t you think he should get cut on the head this time?” Jennifer asked.

“JEN!” Wes shouted.

“I think that’s an excellent idea. It’s a lot more sensitive, isn’t it?” Kris asked.

“Mom, don’t cut the head! Please!” Wes pleaded.

Kris rolled back his foreskin, exposing the head of Wes’ penis.

“Look how smooth it is! No scars here. I think we need to change that,” Kris said.

Wes pulled his penis from his mother’s grip, only for her to respond by grabbing his balls. He froze.

“Wes,” Kris said sharply. “Do NOT fight me on this. I can make this a lot worse. Do you understand?”

Wes needed only to feel the very subtle movement of her hand that clutched his balls, just hinting at twisting them a bit more, to understand the seriousness of her statement. He nodded.

She released his balls and rolled back his foreskin once again. Wes braced himself.

“Now, where should I give you the cut? Top side, maybe?”

Wes gulped as his mother held the blade against the upper side of his glans.

He shook his head, not daring to jerk away but desperately hoping he could convince his mother not to cut him there.

“Or the underside?” Kris asked. She held the other shear blade directly against his frenulum.

Even if Wes had been given a choice, both options seemed too awful to choose.

“What do you think, Jen?” Kris asked.

Jennifer thought for a moment.

“Well, you’ve got shears. Why not both?”

“NO!” Wes screamed. “NOT both! Please Mom, that’s going to hurt like hell!”

“Good. Maybe you’ll finally get it through your brain that your penis is not a toy. So where shall I cut it! Topside or underside?”

“I-” Wes stammered. “Top side!”

Kris arched an eyebrow. “Really? You want a cut across the topside?”

“No!” Wes corrected. “I- uh-”

“Just put it where you want, Mom!” Jennifer said. “Why should he get a choice?”

“Would you like me to decide, Wes?” Kris asked.

Shaking, Wes nodded.

“All right. I’ve made my decision,” Kris said.

Wes shut his eyes.

Before he could even brace himself, he felt the cold shear blade slice directly into his frenulum.

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Wes trudged through the hallways of East Valley High School with his head hung low. He could hear his classmates laughing as he walked past.

“Hey Wes, how’s the penis?” a girl asked.

Wes’ face turned bright red. He wasn’t sure how his classmates had found out. More than likely Jennifer had told her best friend Ariana about the previous night’s incident, and Ariana had told her sister, who attended Wes’ school.

The unfairness of his mother’s insistence of cutting his cock ate at him every day. She tolerated absolutely no sexual gratification without a partner, and Wes had never been good with the girls. Even when he had to submit a semen sample for a biology assignment, Kris had forbidden him from expunging his seed.

When all the other guys in class were able to easily masturbate into a plastic container Mr. Prigmore had provided, Wes was forced to ask his mother’s then-boyfriend for a sample, who had provided him with a used condom he’d used to have sex with Kris the morning the sample was due. Wes had emptied the condom into his plastic vial before coming to class, but he still had to write his mother’s boyfriend’s name on his lab report under the line marked, “name of provider.”

He took solace in the fact that it was only a few short months until graduation. Wes had put in an application at Watkins University, and he prayed he would be accepted. Not just because they had the best Engineering program in the state, but also because it was a five-hour drive from home. If he lived on campus, no more dick snips every three days! There was just the question of how he would pay for it.

Wes stopped at his locker and began turning the lock. He was interrupted by the touch of a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey Wes!”

Against his better judgment, he turned around to see who wanted to humiliate him now. Natalie Blume, one of the most beautiful girls in his school, was talking to him. And she was smiling. And not a mean smile, but a how-nice-to-see-you smile. Wes didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Uh, hi?” he uttered.

“Hey. I- um-” she leaned very close to him, and looked around to make sure no one was listening in. “I’ve got a favor to ask you.”

Wes couldn’t fathom what a gorgeous girl like Natalie would want from him, but he was intrigued.

“What do you need?”

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “So, I’m taking Bio with Mr. Prigmore this semester. And we have to bring in a sample of sperm to look at under the microscope for our lab today. I’d ask my boyfriend, but he’s sick today. Do you think ... you could ... possibly, maybe, fill my vial for me?”

She held up her plastic container and twiddled it between her thumb and middle finger.

Any other guy would have jumped at the opportunity, yet all Wes could think of at that moment was the stinging gash on his frenulum.

“You’re asking me? Of all the guys here?” Wes asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Natalie asked.

“You- haven’t heard the rumors going on about me?”

Natalie stopped.

“Oh! Oh right, I totally forgot. I’m sorry. I’ll ask someone else.” She turned and walked away.

Wes sighed and opened his locker. Immediately, he saw his own reflection staring back at him in his locker mirror and he said to himself, _you idiot!_

“Natalie, wait!” he called out.

Natalie stopped. She turned to face him.

“Yeah, I can do that for you,” he said coolly.

“You sure? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Wes shrugged and smiled. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Okay, well, let me get you some healing salve. And if you promise not to tell Jordan...” she leaned very close to him again, “I’ll be happy to give you a hand.”

Wes’ jaw dropped.

“You’d do that?”

“Sure. Whatever you need to get me what I need.” She giggled.

Wes looked around the hallway, now clearing out as class was about to start.

“Meet you at lunchtime. Under the bleachers,” he said.

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She was waiting for him right where they’d agreed.

“Thanks for doing this for me,” Natalie said, as Wes stepped over the metal girders until he was out of view of the students on the football field.

Wes unzipped his pants and dropped them along with his underwear to his ankles. He sat down in the grass and Natalie took a seat beside him.

“Wow. I’ve never seen an uncircumcised guy before,” she said.

“Yeah, my mom wanted it done when I was born, my dad didn’t. Lucky for me, he wasn’t the one stuck in a hospital bed and got to make the call.”

“Jordan got his snipped when he was thirteen. He said it hurt like hell.”

“That sucks,” Wes said.

Natalie shrugged. “I like the look of it.” She looked at Wes’ penis. “So where’s your cut?”

“Right here,” he said, rolling back his foreskin and turning the underside of his penis towards her.

“Ouch! She really snipped you good! Let me get that for you.” Natalie opened a tube of healing salve and applied a few dabs to her finger. She softly rubbed the cream on Wes’ cut. It stung for a moment, but within minutes a soothing feel overtook his penis.

“Feels good, huh?” she asked.

Wes nodded in agreement.

“You ready to do this?” she asked.

Wes nodded again. Natalie laughed.

“Of course you are!” She lifted her shirt up to her chin and puled her bra cups aside, exposing both of her breasts.

Wes’ eyes went wide. Her tits were magnificent.

“Give them a feel,” she encouraged.

Wes grabbed Natalie’s breasts and squeezed them in his hands. She put her hand on his penis and gently tugged on it.

“You sure your boyfriend won’t mind?” Wes asked.

Natalie shook her head. “Jordan can NEVER know about this. I just really need this sample today, and he let me down. So promise me you won’t tell ANY one.”

“Promise.”

“Good!” Natalie coated her palm in lotion, and as soon as his penis was fully erect, she gently applied the lotion.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“A little,” he said.

She rubbed the lotion up and down his penis.

“Why does she do this to you?” she asked.

“She thinks masturbating is a disgusting habit She thinks cutting my cock will stop me from doing it.”

Natalie kept pumping his penis.

“What if you get a girlfriend? How are you supposed to be intimate with her?”

“She doesn’t think I’ll be able to get one. And so far, she’s been right,” Wes grumbled to herself.

Natalie looked at Wes sadly as she continued stroking him.

“If I- told your mom I was your girlfriend, do you think she might stop cutting you then?”

“You’d do that for me?” Wes asked in surprise.

“Of course!” Natalie said. “You don’t deserve to be treated this way. I’ll stop by your house every once in a while, until you can get a real girlfriend.”

“Oh my God, you are a saint!” Wes exclaimed.

Natalie giggled.

“I’m also pretty damn sexy, aren’t I?”

Wes laughed, and played with her bare breasts a bit more. He let out a sigh, and semen burst from the tip of his penis. Natalie had her vial at the ready, and let Wes’ baby batter dribble down into the container.

“Mmm, look at all that cum!” She let Wes’ penis empty before sealing the container closed. “Thanks a bunch!”

She pulled her bra back over her tits and let her shirt down.

“So, can you stop by my house tonight? Maybe have dinner with my family?” Wes asked.

“You got it!” Natalie said. She planted a kiss on his cheek and jumped to her feet. “And remember, you can NOT tell Jordan about this!”

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“Hey Mom?” Wes began, trepidatiously.

“Yes, honey?” Kris said. She came to the front door where she found her son waiting with a girl she’d never seen before.

“This is Natalie, my girlfriend.”

A smile unlike one Wes had seen on his mother’s face in years shot across her face.

“Well, hi there!” Kris said, extending her hand. Natalie shook it enthusiastically.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Powell!” Natalie said. “I’m glad Wes finally decided to introduce us!”

“I had no idea Wes was seeing anyone!” Kris said.

“It’s not a big deal, Mom,” Wes replied sheepishly.

“Don’t be silly, she’s the first girl you’ve brought home! Come on in, Natalie, we’d love to have you for dinner!”

Natalie dropped her book bag by the door and followed Kris into the dining room.

“Oh Wes, there’s a letter here for you,” Kris said, handing her son an envelope.

Wes looked at the envelope and his pulse soared. It was from Watkins University. He tore the envelope open and unfolded the letter. Kris and Natalie watched him expectantly.

“Well?” Kris asked.

Wes smiled.

“I got in!”

“Yes!” Kris shouted. She wrapped her arms around her son and squeezed him tightly.

“Congratulations, baby!” Natalie said. She hugged Wes and kissed him on the cheek.

“But how are we going to pay for it?” Wes asked.

“We’ll talk about that later. Come on, let’s have dinner,” Kris said.

Having dinner with Natalie and his mother was nerve wracking to say the least. Natalie followed his lead, saying everything they’d agreed upon to give the impression they’d been dating for some time and that this wasn’t some impromptu ruse they’d both decided to pull this very day.

Kris laughed at all of Natalie’s funny stories, gave her advice on school, and Natalie made sure to return some compliments to Kris as well. Neither of them seemed to notice Jennifer seated across the table from them, watching Natalie like a lion scoping a gazelle. Wes kept his eyes locked on Jennifer; desperately trying to think of a way to end the dinner early in the event that he felt it was necessary.

Natalie’s cell phone chimed, and she checked it. “Oh, Jordan wants to know where I am...” she looked up at Kris, and added, “he’s my brother. May I use your bathroom for a moment?”

Kris pointed Natalie to the bathroom and Jennifer immediately excused herself.

“So what do you think, Mom?” Wes asked.

“I think it’s about time,” Kris said. “You deserve a nice girl. I’m glad you finally had the gumption to go ask one out.”

Wes hung his head. “Thanks, Mom,” he said, trying to fill his voice with faux pride.

He excused himself to see if Natalie was out of the bathroom yet, and instead he found Jennifer rifling through Natalie’s book bag.

“What are you doing?” Wes demanded.

Jennifer looked up at her brother.

“You may have Mom fooled, but you haven’t fooled me.”

“What does that mean?” Wes asked.

Before she could answer, Natalie emerged from the bathroom. Jennifer zipped the book bag closed just before Natalie entered the room.

“Well, I have to get home. It was so nice to meet your family, Wes!” Natalie wrapped her hands around Wes’ face and kissed him on the lips. Jennifer rolled her eyes while Kris watched in admiration. “I hope to see you again soon, Mrs. Powell!”

“You too, Natalie! Stop by any time!” Kris said.

Natalie grabbed her book bag and hurried out the front door. When she was gone, Kris turned to Jennifer.

“What do you think of her, Jen?”

“Wes is up to something,” Jennifer said.

“Like what?” Wes demanded.

“Look what I found in Natalie’s backpack!” Jennifer held up Natalie’s lab report. Under the entry for “name of provider,” the name “Wes Powell” was written. “Wes gave Natalie a semen sample. He’s been jerking off, Mom!”

“She’s my girlfriend!” Wes shouted.

“Jennifer! What Wes does with his girlfriend is none of your business!” Kris snatched the lab report from Jennifer’s hands. “Why can’t you be happy for your brother? He has a girlfriend and he’s been accepted to a pretty illustrious college too.”

“And how’s he going to pay for his tuition there? Delivering pizzas?”

Kris folded her arms. “I was thinking, since you’re making so much money taking your clothes off for men on the Internet, that maybe you could pay for it!”

“WHAT?” Jennifer screamed. “Why the fuck should I do that?”

“Watch your language! Because we are a FAMILY that’s why! We help each other! Wes will become an engineer and he’ll be providing for us financially when he’s able!”

Wes stopped. He honestly didn’t know his mother expected that of him, but he was too happy watching Jennifer’s panties get in a twist to argue.

“This is BULLSHIT!” Jennifer screamed, and stomped off to her bedroom.

“I don’t think she’s going to do it,” Wes said.

“I’m not giving her a choice,” Kris said. She hugged her son once again. “Congratulations, sweetie.”

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The next two weeks were a breeze.

Kris didn’t cut Wes’ cock once after Natalie came by for dinner. She no longer required Wes to shower with her, so once Wes’ cut had healed, he was free to masturbate privately without his mother becoming suspicious every time he was in a room with a closed door.

The difficulty came in creating the illusion Natalie was an active part of his life. Kris was constantly asking Wes to invite her over more often, and inquiring what she and Wes were doing on any given day. Natalie was only occasionally able to stop by the Powell household to make friendly talk and fabricate stories about her and Wes’ relationship, and Wes could tell Natalie was growing tired of maintaining the facade as well as keeping it a secret from her boyfriend.

Wes had had nearly three weeks of free reign of his cock when he received the best news he’d gotten since being accepted to Watkins. His art teacher announced that a live figure model would be posing for their class. Miss Gillian had hired a young female model for the class to draw, and this model would be posing completely nude.

Wes felt his cock swell the moment he heard the news. He found himself counting the days until the model would arrive. He would take in every detail of the girl’s naked body and masturbate to it the second he got some alone time.

In fact, Wes had been taking every opportunity he had to masturbate now that he wasn’t getting regular penis cuts. One afternoon, Jennifer’s friend Ariana came over, and from the sounds of it, Ariana had joined Jennifer for a two-girl show for Jennifer’s clients. After listening to the two of them giggle through Jennifer’s bedroom door, Wes got online and searched for their channel.

It didn’t take much effort to find. Wes watched the two of them undress each other on his screen, while listening to them through his bedroom wall. He watched as Jennifer peeled a pair of golden silk panties from Ariana’s ass down to her ankles, and spanked her naked bottom.

Wes stroked his cock while he watched Ariana squirm around; her ass jiggling about as Jennifer smacked it with her palm.

“Mmm, let’s go in the hot tub!” Ariana moaned.

Wes watched as Jennifer picked up her cell phone, which she’d apparently been using to film the show, and the two girls hurried stark naked from the bedroom and out the back door to where the hot tub was. Jennifer set up the phone to film them jumping into the tub, where they smeared bubbles all over their bodies.

Sensing an opportunity, Wes crept out of his bedroom and into Jennifer’s. Ariana’s golden silk panties still lay on the bedroom floor. He grabbed them.

They were still warm from being around Ariana’s ass. Wes smelled the crotch, and inhaled the sweet aroma of her pussy. Returning to his room, he wrapped the panties around his erect penis, and stroked himself with the soft, silky material. He watched on his screen as Ariana stuck her naked bottom up above the surface of the water so Jennifer could continue spanking her.

He pumped hard, and before he could stop himself, he filled the feminine garment full of cum. He almost spilled cum onto his own pants, and had to quickly use the panties to wipe up all of the semen that was spilling from his urethra. When his orgasm had subsided, he wiped his cock clean, but the panties were soaked.

With no place to discretely dispose of them, Wes stashed the panties in the back of his closet to discard another time.

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Wes’ heart was pounding when he arrived in the classroom the day the nude model was set to arrive. Although Natalie was in his art class, he saw no reason she might be jealous if Wes spent a little too much time admiring the model’s body. If anything, she might be jealous of what her boyfriend did, as Jordan was in the class as well.

“All right everyone, get your materials out,” Miss Gillian said. “So you know, our model today is a former student here, and some of you may know her.” She looked at Wes and winked. “Everyone give a warm welcome to Miss Jennifer Powell!”

Wes’ heart sank. The class erupted in applause as Jennifer entered the room wearing a white terrycloth robe. She gave Wes a devilish smile before untying her belt and dropping her robe to the floor.

Wes was likely the only boy in the class whose attention was not transfixed on Jennifer at that moment. Even some of the girls watched with astonishment as she walked with fearless confidence to the center of the classroom without a stitch of clothing on. Wes however, felt all of his hopes perish.

It wasn’t just the prospect of having to draw his sister nude. He shared this class with Natalie. And Jordan. And they sat side-by-side across the room from where Wes sat. Frantically, Wes tried to think of an explanation. Assigned seating. Of course. They’d been assigned those seats since the first day of class. Now he just had to pray Jordan did nothing to give away that he and Natalie were a couple.

It was the most uncomfortable fifty minutes of Wes’ life that didn’t involve a blade touching his penis. Gazing at his sister’s body. Hearing the giggles from his classmates who knew their relation. Recreating the image of his sister’s breasts and pubic region on paper.

He kept looking at Natalie, who appeared to become increasingly uncomfortable each time Wes glanced her way. That left him with nowhere to look but at Jennifer, who was still naked and still his sister.

Begrudgingly, he sketched away, lamenting the loss of seeing some other attractive babe in the nude instead of her.

Wes breathed a sigh of relief when Jennifer finally put her robe back on. Some of the guys moaned in disappointment, to which Jennifer responded by opening her robe once again to give them one last peek.

Wes rolled his eyes. As he gathered up his art supplies, he debated whether to confront her outside the classroom, or at home, or not at all. He knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, and letting her know that she’d upset him would only give her satisfaction.

As he packed up his bags, Miss Gillian approached him.

“Wes, can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.

“Uh, what?” Wes asked, stopping in mid-step.

“I had no idea your sister was interested in modeling,” Miss Gillian said.

Wes looked to the floor. “Yeah, she’s being doing- stuff like that lately.”

“That’s good. Nude modeling is very good money. I thought you might be interested in knowing I teach a night class at the women’s college down the road. I could use a male model for an upcoming project for the girls to draw. Are you interested?”

“Uh, no thanks. Modeling- isn’t really my thing.” Wes stirred uncomfortably.

“Oh. Your sister said you were looking to get into modeling. I guess she was mistaken.”

Wes bit his lower lip.

“No. She’s just messing with me.”

Miss Gillian shrugged. “Well, let me know if you change your mind. The pay is forty dollars an hour.”

Wes shook his head. Why would Jennifer tell his teacher that? He went to hurry out of the room, only to glance behind him and see Jennifer was still in the classroom.

And she was talking to Jordan.

She was admiring his drawing of her, talking and laughing with him, even resting her hand on his arm while her robe ever so slightly slipped open. Wes could see Natalie standing nearby, watching her with ever-growing fury. He wanted so badly to jump in, to rip her away from him and scream at her to go home, but he couldn’t.

There was no way to dismantle the situation.

All he could do was walk away and pray his world would not collapse.

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Wes slunk in the front door when he got home, bracing himself for destruction.

“Hey sweetie, how was art class?” his mother asked. She was dusting the furniture and looked up at him as he entered.

“It was okay.”

“Let me see your drawing!” she said, excitedly.

Reluctantly, Wes unfolded his artwork and showed it to her.

“It’s beautiful!” she said, taking it from his hands. “I have such a gorgeous daughter! And a talented son! I think I’ll frame this!”

“Ah Mom, it’s just a sketch!” Wes groaned at the prospect of having to see his naked sister on the wall of his house every day.

“I think it’s a masterpiece!”

Kris carried the drawing from room to room, holding it up on various walls to see how it matched the décor.

“Did you know Jennifer was going to be modeling for my class?” Wes asked.

Kris looked at her son. “She didn’t tell you?”

Wes shook his head.

“Well, it must have been quite a surprise.” She said it as if it were a pleasant surprise.

“Yeah, it was.” Wes grumbled. He trudged out of the room to the kitchen.

“So I hear Natalie has another boyfriend,” Kris said, stopping Wes in his tracks.

“No...” Even he wasn’t convinced by his own response.

“You lied to me, Wes,” Kris said.

Wes just walked out of the room, naively thinking this was a problem he could ignore.

He stepped into the kitchen, where he saw Jennifer sitting innocently at the table. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, with her bare feet crossed at the ankles resting on the tabletop. She gave him a knowing smirk as she plucked grapes off a stem and popped them into her mouth. He could see the steak knife was conspicuously rested on the table near her hand.

“You BITCH!” Wes cursed.

“I told you you didn’t fool me,” Jennifer quipped. She popped another grape in her mouth.

“You watch your language, Wes!” Kris snapped. “Look what I found in the back of your closet!”

She held up Ariana’s golden cum-filled panties he’d hidden there. Wes stopped.

Kris sighed. “I am SO disappointed you. You would really go so far as to get a pretend girlfriend just so you can masturbate into your sister’s friend’s panties!”

“That’s NOT why! I just didn’t want to get my dick cut!”

“Oh, what’s that, Wes? You don’t want to get your dick cut? Well guess what punishment you just earned for lying to me?”

Wes fumed. He turned to Jennifer, who was still munching on grapes and giggling.

“Fuck you! Why’d you have to tell her?”

“WESLEY! Do NOT talk that way to your sister!” Kris yelled. “Now pull your pants down. You know what’s going to happen now!”

Wes did in fact, know what was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. Jennifer glanced at his dangling penis and laughed.

“Shirt too. I want you completely naked this time,” Kris said.

Wes pulled off his shirt and threw it on the kitchen table.

“All right, Jen, you ready?”

“Yup!” she replied enthusiastically. She hopped up from her chair and handed her mother the steak knife.

“Hold his arms, please. He squirmed a bit too much the last time I cut him on the head.”

“You’re cutting me on the head again?” Wes exclaimed.

“I think we’ll be putting many future cuts there. At least when you’re most deserving,” Kris said.

Jennifer grabbed Wes’ arms and held them behind his back, while Kris took a seat in front of him. He struggled, but Jennifer held him in place.

“All right, where should we put this cut? Underneath, like before? Or the topside?”

“Topside! Topside!” Jennifer urged.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Kris said, rolling back his foreskin. “We’ll give you one on the topside...”

“No! Please! Mom, I’m sorry!”

She ran the blade across the head of his penis. Wes let out a scream.

“Now, that was for lying to me,” Kris said. “You get another one for calling Jennifer a bitch.”

She ran the blade across the topside of his penis head again, making a second cut parallel to the first. Wes screamed again. He’d never gotten more than one cut at once.

“He also said fuck you to me too!” Jennifer interjected.

“That’s right. I think you earned a third cut.”

“No! Please, Mom, stop!” He knew in his heart nothing would stop her, but the pain in his penis drove him to make a desperate plea. His blood spilled all over her fingers, and she released her grip on his vulnerable manhood.

“Ew, I think I need a paper towel. Excuse me.” Kris set the knife aside and got up to retrieve a paper towel. With it, she carefully wiped the blood from Wes’ penis and rolled back his foreskin once again.

“You know, if he didn’t have that foreskin, it’d be a lot easier to give him cuts on the head,” Jennifer said.

“Funny that you mention that, Jen,” Kris said. “I actually want to have a talk with you Wes after I’m done with your cuts.”

“About what?” Wes asked, trying to hold back tears. He prayed she did not mention what he thought she might be thinking.

“Let me just give you one more quick cut...”

Wes jerked away.

“Hold ON to him, Jen! I can’t cut him if he doesn’t stay still!”

Jennifer stuck her index finger into his butt hole. He jumped at the feel of her sharp long nail poking his anus.

“Hold still, Wes,” Jennifer commanded him. “Or it’s going in. Okay, cut him, Mom. He won’t move now!”

“Good. This one needs to really hurt. Where should I put it?”

Jennifer thought for a moment.

“How about the tip?” she suggested.

“The tip? Like the very tip?” Kris asked.

“Yeah. Like right across his pee hole!”

Wes gulped. He would have bolted then and there if he hadn’t felt Jennifer’s sharp fingernail digging into his tender anus.

“Ooh, that would hurt!” Kris remarked. “Great idea, Jen!”

Before Wes could voice a scream of protest, Kris ran the blade directly across the opening of his urethra.

He howled. Blood spilled onto Kris’s hands. Jen removed her finger from his butt and Wes scampered off to the bathroom.

There was little he could do about the pain. He hopped into the bathtub and ran his penis under the cold tap. His penis still throbbed under the cold water, but it seemed to help regardless. He let the cold water run across his penis until all of the feeling went away.

When he cranked the water off, Wes grabbed a fistful of toilet paper and wrapped it around his penis tightly until the bleeding subsided.

He sat down and sobbed.

“Damn it, Jen,” he said to himself. “Why did you have to squeal to Mom?”

“Wes, are you done in there? I’m waiting!” his mother called.

Wes stared at the ceiling. He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to go back to the kitchen. He didn’t want to hear what his mother just happened to be thinking in regards to his foreskin being an inconvenience to her cutting.

He got up regardless. He pulled himself to his feet and trudged back to the kitchen. His mother pulled out a chair and invited him to sit. She didn’t seem to want him to get dressed first, so he sat his bare ass onto the chair while nursing his wounds with his hand. Jennifer stood in the kitchen doorway; watching with curiosity.

“What?” he asked.

“I’ve been doing some thinking,” Kris began. “I’ve been doing a lot of research online on masturbation habits, trying to find some way of curbing yours. And I’ve been reading page after page of men reporting they lost sensitivity in their penises after undergoing a circumcision.”

His heart sank. It was exactly as he’d feared.

“Ah, Mom!” Wes whined. She held up a hand to silence him.

“So, when Jennifer told me what she learned about you at school today, I decided enough was enough. I made an appointment with a urologist to discuss the possibility of getting you circumcised.”

While Wes felt his heart fill with dread, Jennifer felt a tingle between her legs. Her nipples stiffened as she listened to what her mother had in store for Wes’ penis.

“Mom, no!” Wes cried. “Isn’t cutting my dick enough? Now you have to cut a piece of it off!”

Kris rested her hand on Wes’.

“I haven’t made up my mind yet. I’ll decide what to do after the appointment. But it is MY decision. Understood?”

“No! I’m an adult! You can’t make me do this!”

“If you want to go to Watkins, I can. How are you going to pay your tuition if I don’t make Jen help you?”

“You wouldn’t...”

Jennifer giggled. Wes turned his head to face her.

“It’s NOT funny, Jen!” Wes screamed.

“I would. Now, you ARE going to this appointment, and if I decide that getting you circumcised is the best for you, you WILL cooperate when the time comes for it to be done.”

“No. No, no, no,” Wes whimpered.

“Yes, you will,” Kris said. “If you don’t, then you will get no financial help from your sister or me, and you can attend a local community college to get your engineering degree. You can live at home for the entirely of your college education, and you can keep getting your dick snipped every three days until the day you move out of the house. Is that clear?”

Wes paused.

“Yeah,” he muttered, defeated.

“Good. Go put a bandage on your penis,” Kris said. “Your appointment is on Wednesday the sixth.”

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Wes fiddled with the zipper on his jacket as he sat in the waiting room of the urologist’s office. His mother sat to his left. Jennifer and Ariana sat nearby to his right. They asked to come along, being as Ariana was curious about the practice of circumcision and wanted to get a better idea of what it was.

Wes didn’t know anything about the doctor he was seeing. His mother had told him the doctor’s name was Bishop. He noticed a plaque on the wall by the door read “Dr. Erin Bishop, Urologist”.

The doctor was a woman. Wes hoped he wouldn’t have to undress in front of her.

A door opened, and a pretty brunette nurse stepped out.

“Wesley Powell?” she called.

“That’s us,” Kris said, raising her hand.

The nurse looked at Kris, but her eyes shifted over to Wes and she smiled.

“Come on back, please,” she beckoned him.

“Okay if we come, Mom?” Jennifer asked.

“I don’t see why not,” Kris said.

Wes was the last to take to his feet. The four of them followed the nurse out of the waiting room and down the hall to an examination room.

“In here,” the nurse said, ushering them into the examination room. She looked at Wes; her eyes twinkling. “I assume this gentleman is the prospective patient?”

“That’s right,” Kris said.

“How exciting!” the nurse said, smiling at Wes. “Now, in a consultation, the doctor will discuss the pros and cons of circumcision with you, and answer any questions you have before asking for you to make a decision. But, she will need to examine your body fully, so she does ask that her patients undress before the consultation begins. So, we’ll need you to take all of your clothes off, including your underwear, and have a seat on the examination table. And I’ll bring some extra chairs for you ladies. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

Wes’ heart sank. He would have to be naked. He looked at Jennifer and Ariana, but both girls smiled back at him and waited for him to undress.

The nurse stepped out. Wes proceeded to get undressed while Kris, Jennifer and Ariana waited for the nurse to return. He was completely naked by the time the nurse entered with two extra chairs. She smiled at him before stepping out, and all three women were able to take a seat.

Wes idly sat on the examination table in the nude, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment while his sister and Ariana watched him, giggling. Wes saw a set of medical implements, including a scalpel and a strange metal clamp laid out on the counter top nearby. He stared at the implements with dread.

Ariana gave Wes a sly smile, and slowly slid her skirt up to reveal her bare thigh. Wes looked away, yet his penis still grew into a full erection. Jennifer and Ariana burst into laughter.

“Girls! Behave! Wesley! Get that down before the doctor sees it!” Kris snapped.

No sooner was there a knock at the door. An attractive woman in her late 30s dressed in a white coat entered.

“Hello, you must be Wesley,” the woman said, extending her hand. “I’m Dr. Bishop, how are you today?”

“Okay,” Wes grumbled. He shook the doctor’s hand. She didn’t seem to notice or address his erection.

“That’s good. So I understand you’re interested in getting circumcised, is that right?”

“Yes he is,” Kris said. “I’m Kris, his mother. My son has a bit of a masturbation habit that I’m trying to wean him from. I was hoping a circumcision might help with that.”

The doctor turned to face Kris.

“Well unfortunately, circumcision has not ever been shown to dissuade men from masturbating, although it is something he should consider anyway. There’s many health benefits to consider,” Dr. Bishop said.

“Uh, I’m pretty healthy, I think,” Wes said. “Is surgery really necessary?”

“I highly recommend circumcision for men of ANY age,” Dr. Bishop said.

“But you don’t think it will help with his masturbation problem at all?” Kris asked. “Circumcision does reduce sensitivity, doesn’t it?”

“In many cases, it does, and it affects some men more than others. I’ve found men adjust to the loss of sensitivity, though. They get used to experiencing less pleasure during masturbation and sex, but their libido remains the same.”

Kris was quiet for a moment.

“I’d still like him to have it done,” she said.

“Perfectly understandable,” Dr. Bishop said. “I can perform the procedure on him myself if you’d like. I have four years of experience and many satisfied patients. Do you have any questions?”

“I have a question,” Jennifer said. “How much will it hurt?”

“During the procedure itself he won’t feel a thing due to the anesthesia. After the surgery, his penis will be very sore for a week or two. Some basic painkiller medicine can help with that. However, any erections he has during this time will pull on the stitches, and that will unfortunately result in excruciating pain.”

Jennifer and Ariana exchanged glances, and giggled.

“Boys his age have several erections every night, so be prepared to have your sleep interrupted,” Dr. Bishop said, looking at Wes consolingly.

“So this healing period will interfere with his ability to masturbate?” Kris asked.

“Absolutely,” Dr. Bishop said. “He can have absolutely NO sexual activity for at least four to six weeks.”

“That’s excellent news,” Kris said.

“So, what do you do when you circumcise a boy?” Ariana asked.

“Glad you asked. I can demonstrate if you gather around the table. Wes, would you lie down on your back, please?

Dr. Bishop put on a pair of rubber gloves while Wes lay flat on the table. She lifted his penis and rolled the foreskin back to bare his glans.

“I’m seeing lots of cuts and scarring, but otherwise your penis looks healthy. I would say it’s in prime shape for a circumcision,” the doctor said. She grabbed the metal clamp from the counter top and showed it to the women. “This is called a Gomco Clamp. It’s my favorite method of circumcision. I’ll show you how it works.”

Dr. Bishop placed a small metal cap around Wes’ glans, and pulled his foreskin up over the cap.

“This cap fits over the head of his penis. Once it’s on, I would tie the tip of his foreskin nice and tight, and then slip the head of his penis into the hole at the base of the clamp.”

Dr. Bishop placed Wes’ penis into the clamp and invited each of the three women to take a look. They all peered on with interest.

“Then, I’d twist the screw, which tightens the clamp and crushes the foreskin.”

Dr. Bishop gave the screw a slight twist, and Wes felt the clamp tighten around his foreskin. He felt a wave of panic as he wondered if the doctor was actually going to go through with it.

“Of course, I would twist much tighter if I were actually circumcising him right now,” she added.

Wes let out a sigh of relief.

“Then I would simply take my scalpel, and slice a full circle around the foreskin.” Dr. Bishop took a felt tip marker, and drew a dotted line around the base of his foreskin. It almost tickled, but the crushing pressure from the Gomco Clamp kept him from laughing.

“After that, I’d pull the foreskin away with tweezers, and leave the clamp on for about five minutes until the wound seals. And that’s how it’s done! Any questions?”

Kris tapped her finger against her cheek.

“How much sensitivity would you say is lost during circumcision?” she asked.

Dr. Bishop thought for a moment.

“Well, that’s hard to say. Some men have reported anywhere from thirty to seventy percent reduction in sensitivity. But that is by the patient’s own estimation, which isn’t the most reliable source of information. But I can tell you that I’ve noticed the tighter the cut, the more sensitivity patients tend to report they’ve lost.”

“Would you be able to give him a cut that tight then?” Kris asked.

“I certainly can,” Dr. Bishop said. “Women doctors tend to cut a little tighter, I’ve been told. We seem to care about making a penis look prettier rather than preserving that sensitivity the guys like so much!”

Kris and the girls laughed.

“I’d definitely prefer a female doctor circumcise him then,” Kris said. “Whatever you need to do, I’d prefer seventy percent sensitivity loss if you can manage it.”

“Okay! I’ll keep that in mind when I’m snipping him then.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Wes shouted. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

The doctor looked at Wes.

“I’m sorry Wes, but I’ve found that when it comes to circumcision, it’s best not to let the patient make the call. Far too many men are reluctant to put their penises under the knife even though it’s what’s best for them. That’s why I encourage bringing a female friend or relative along to these consualtion sessions. In this case, I ask that your mother be the one to make the decision.”

She turned to Kris. “So, do you want to take some time to think about it? Let me know over the phone tomorrow?”

Kris shook her head.

“No need,” she said. “I’ve already made up my mind.”

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“Mommmmmmm! PLEASE don’t make me get circumcised!”

Wes had been whining about his mother’s decision the entire ride home from the doctor’s office. Jennifer and Ariana sat in the backseat, giggling to each other as they listened to Wes and his mother argue back and forth.

“Wes! I’m not going to tell you again! My decision is final. You will sign the consent form, and then you are getting circumcised!” Kris shook her head, unable to understand why her son was putting up such a fuss over something that would clearly benefit him.

“It’s not fair! It’s my penis, I should be able to decide what happens to it!”

“Oh, stop it, Wes, I’m doing you a favor!”

“How in the- how are you doing me a FAVOR?” Wes asked incredulously.

“Do you think girls like that ugly foreskin? You might have an easier time getting a girlfriend if you didn’t have that wrinkly sack on your penis!”

Wes scoffed. “Girls don’t care about that!”

“Oh? How about we put it to a vote?” Kris asked. “We’ll let all the girls you know vote on whether you get circumcised or not. If they vote no, you don’t have to do it.”

“Really?” Wes asked.

“Really,” Kris affirmed. “How about we invite them over for a council meeting of sorts? We’ll have them all make a formal vote.”

Wes stopped. He wasn’t sure if this was something he should agree to, but he wanted to hear more.

“We’ll have it, say, the Sunday after next. Seven p.m., perhaps? Invite anyone you wish. If they are female, they get to vote. And if you can get a majority to vote no, I won’t make you do it.”

“Seriously? You’re giving me an out?” Wes asked, certain there was a catch to this.

“One condition,” his mother added. “If they vote yes, you will submit to the circumcision without a word. No whining, no arguing. You just drop your drawers and let her snip you. Can I trust you to cooperate?”

“If they vote yes...” Wes began. “Okay.”

“Good. Then we have a deal,” Kris said.

“Do I get a vote, Mom?” Jennifer asked.

“Of course. Ariana too. Any woman there gets a vote. I’ll refrain from voting unless there’s a tie,” Kris said.

“Ask me how I’m going to vote, Wes!” Jennifer teased.

Wes didn’t answer.

“How are you going to vote, Jennifer?” Kris asked.

Jennifer pretended to think for a moment.

“Umm, I think I’m going to vote ‘yes’!” she said, sweetly. She and Ariana laughed.

“That’s my girl!” Kris said. She held out her palm into the backseat and Jennifer gave her a high-five.

Ariana leaned forward so her lips were just inches from Wes’ ear.

“I’ll be voting yes, too, Wes,” she purred softly. She and Jennifer laughed even louder.

Kris held out her hand so Ariana could high-five her as well.

Wes sat in subdued silence the remainder of the drive home. He stormed off to his bedroom and slammed the door. He knew that his mother knew that he had few female friends. It would be very difficult for him to find enough girls willing to overturn the votes he already knew would be cast against him.

He unzipped his pants and examined his penis. His foreskin still bore the indentation from where the clamp had pinched him; not to mention the line from the marker that traced the path that Dr. Bishop’s scalpel would be taking if he couldn’t muster at least three ‘no’ votes.

He might convince Natalie to vote no for him, but who else? He couldn’t imagine any other girls at school would want to help him.

Wes sighed to himself, and then realized that there might be an alternative solution.

He stepped out of his bedroom and knocked on his sister’s door.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked,” his sister said.

Wes opened the door anyway, and found Jennifer and Ariana both seated fully dressed at the computer, chatting with Jennifer’s clients.

“Of course you should steal from your wife to send me money!” Jennifer said. She laughed as Ariana typed in her response to their client’s question.

“Jen, I need to ask you a favor,” Wes sighed. “Will you PLEASE vote no for me?”

“Why should I do that? I really want you to get circumcised!”

“Me too. I think it’s REALLY sexy, Wes,” Ariana said seductively. She picked up a curling iron and playfully swung it about like a blade.

“Look, there must be something you want,” Wes reasoned. “Come on, I’ll make it worth your whiles.”

Jennifer cracked a smile.

“Make an offer.”

Wes paused. “Fifty dollars. You vote no, I’ll pay you right after. Even if I lose.”

Jennifer laughed in his face.

“Fifty? What am I, a corner whore? You can do better than that.”

“It’s all I got, Jen! Come on, do you want an easy fifty bucks or not?”

“I think you’re underestimating just how BADLY I want to see you squeal, and squirm, and limp around the house whining about your sore dick!”

“And not be able to masturbate!” Ariana added. Both girls burst into laughter.

Wes hung his head.

“Five hundred. That’s my price,” Jennifer said. “Cash in advance.”

“Five, HUN- damn Jen! This is my dick we’re talking about!”

“Exactly. I would think it would be worth even more.” Jennifer tapped her freshly painted nails on the back of her chair.

“It’s going to take me a while to get that kind of money.”

“It will be in my hands by seven on the day of the vote,” Jennifer said. “Or I will be voting yes.”

“My price is five hundred as well,” Ariana added, folding her arms.

Wes shook his head in dismay.

“I’ll do everything I can,” he assured them.

“Right. Better start busting your butt to earn some money for us Goddesses!” Ariana said.

Wes made his way back to his room. He logged on to his online bank account. He had $278.18 to his name. Thirty-three dollars in his wallet. And he had less than two weeks to come up with nearly seven hundred dollars.

Wes buried his face in his hands. Somehow, there had to be a way to get that kind of money quick. He would get one check from Angelo’s before then, but not seven hundred dollars worth, even with tips. He needed another source of income. And he thought of one.

Wes picked up his phone and dialed a number he never expected to need.

“Hi, Miss Gillian?” Wes asked. “Is that modeling job still available?”

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The Marion Knight Women’s’ art college seemed like a nice enough place to attend school. If Wes were a girl, and interested in majoring in art, it would have been a prime choice for a post high-school education.

The classroom for Figure Drawing 250 was set up much like the art classroom at East Valley High. Tables were arranged in a rectangular pattern facing the center of the room, where a pedestal rested, awaiting a model to grace it. Wes held his robe to his torso while Miss Gillian addressed her students.

“We have a very special guest today,” Miss Gillian began. “Wes Powell is a first time model and excited to be working with us. Let’s all make him feel welcome.”

The female students smiled at him, and he blushed.

“All right Wes, you can take off your robe now, and stand on the pedestal,” Miss Gillian said.

Wes removed his robe, and immediately felt goosebumps rush across his naked body. He could feel every pair of eyes in the room on him as he walked up to the pedestal and stood.

“Well done! Now I want you all to study his form. Take in every detail. Then recreate your vision on the paper.” Miss Gillian took a seat at her desk, and sipped herbal tea from a thermos.

Wes stood still as a statue, and tried to zone out and ignore all of the faces staring at him. He caught glimpses of his own image appearing on the papers in front of his captive audience. He tried not to let his insecurities about his own body toy with his mind now.

He caught a glimpse of something else; the last thing he wanted to see at this moment. His sister, and Ariana were standing just outside the doorway of the classroom.

Fuck.

How did they know?

Jennifer must still be in touch with Miss Gillian.

Wes ignored Jennifer’s friendly waves, but he couldn’t ignore when Ariana began unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her cleavage to him. He wanted to look away, but his obligation to remain still forced him to continue staring in her direction.

Ariana squeezed her breasts together, and rubbed them with her palms. Wes could feel his face becoming hot. He didn’t say a word.

Ariana pulled her bra cups aside, and bared both of her breasts to him. The sight of her nipples, beautiful pink feminine nipples, sent a rush of exhilaration through his body. He could see Ariana licking her lips and blowing kisses at him.

It couldn’t be helped. There was nothing he could have done to stop his penis from slowly rising, elongating, and standing tall and hard in front of a class of nineteen young women. He could hear commotion among them; some giggling, and some whispers. His face glowed bright red, and felt hotter than a sunburn.

Miss Gillian noticed the commotion and stood up.

“Girls! Let’s behave now. You have to be mature enough to handle the sight of a nude man when-” Miss Gillian stopped when she saw the cause of the commotion. “Oh! Wes!”

“Sorry!” Wes muttered.

Now it was Miss Gillian who appeared to be embarrassed. “All right, let’s be mature now! It’s a natural reaction. Just ignore it and it will settle down in time.”

Wes tried to take Miss Gillian’s advice. In the hallway, he could see Jennifer and Ariana in hysterics. He waited, but his erection did not subside.

Ariana began doing a sexy shimmy; turning her back and flipping her skirt up to show Wes the sexy lace thong she was wearing. Wes tried to ignore her, but the image of Ariana’s body took hold of his mind. His erect penis pulsed with desire, and it was becoming obvious to every student in the class that Wes was craving to cum.

Upon noticing that his erection hadn’t subsided for several minutes, Miss Gillian looked increasingly annoyed. She glanced out the classroom door and noticed Jennifer wiggling her jean-clad bottom.

“Jennifer!” the teacher exclaimed.

Jennifer spun around in surprise. “Oh! Hello Miss Gillian!”

The teacher folded her arms. “Are you TRYING to give your brother an erection?”

The students erupted in laughter.

“Just teasing him.”

“Well you’re disrupting my class. Please engage in your shenanigans somewhere else.” Miss Gillian closed the classroom door.

Wes breathed a sigh of relief. It took a few more minutes, but gradually, his penis settled into its flaccid state. Secretly, he wished he could have cum. Not that he wanted to ejaculate in front of all of these women, but since he hadn’t had an orgasm since the night before his mother had given him the triple cut, he would have relished another release.

Now that his mother was showering with him again and requiring his bedroom door be open at all times, Wes would likely not have an opportunity to masturbate for some time. That very thought entered his mind, and before he could stop himself, his penis grew into an erection a second time.

The class exploded in laughter again. Miss Gillian looked ready to burst a blood vessel in her forehead.

“Wes! Do you need to use the restroom?” the teacher asked.

“No,” Wes snapped. He would have been far too embarrassed to admit that he did, but he immediately regretted his decision to pass up an opportunity to relieve the pressure in his balls. Instead, he simply had to wait for his erection to wane for the second time that day.

Wes couldn’t have been happier when he was told that class was concluded. He hopped off the pedestal and grabbed his robe, and wanted to dash from the room and never return. Of course, all of this would have been for nothing if he didn’t get the money that he was due.

With his face still blushing, Wes walked to Miss Gillian’s desk; passing a few students as he did. He caught a glimpse of their artwork, and noticed that more than a few of them elected to draw him with an erect penis and a blushing face. Wes ignored the humiliating drawings and approached the teacher.

“Here’s your payment, Wes,” Miss Gillian said, handing him a check. “Will you still be able to pose for tomorrow’s class as well?”

“I should,” he said. “I’m not scheduled at Angelo’s until this weekend.”

“Good. I hope to have you back. But PLEASE try to keep your erections under control?”

Wes lowered his head. “Sorry about that.”

Miss Gillian shot him a dirty look and he walked away.

After getting dressed in an adjacent classroom, Wes returned to the classroom to return the robe, and overheard Miss Gillian speaking to one of her students.

“Yes, he’s the only uncircumcised model we’ve had. I hope he keeps posing for us. I love the natural look.”

Wes was ready to punch himself for not thinking of this sooner. He waited until the student stepped away before approaching the teacher’s desk again.

“Um, Miss Gillian?” he asked.

She looked at him and smiled. “What is it, Wes?”

“What are you doing next Sunday at seven?”

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“I can’t stay long,” Natalie said, sliding into the booth across from Wes. “Jordan and I are leaving with his parents soon to go to Lake Lecerda for the weekend.”

“This won’t take long,” he promised.

He’d asked Natalie to meet him at an ice cream parlor to ask a desperate favor. He knew that he had used up the majority of Natalie’s patience, but he had to hope she’d do him one last service.

He explained it all to her. He told her of his mother’s plan to have an all-female jury vote on the fate of his penis. He told her of Jennifer and Ariana’s demand of $500 each to vote to spare him the unwanted circumcision. Wes had acquired $618.40 total from his modeling and pizza delivery job, and the vote was only two days away.

“Look Natalie, if I ever needed you for anything, I need you for this. Can you PLEASE come over on Sunday at seven and vote ‘no’ for me?”

“Ah, Wes, we’ll just be coming back from the lake then. We might not make it back in time!”

“I know it’s a lot to ask. But I really, really, really need your vote. Can you maybe, ask to leave early, possibly?”

“I- I don’t know,” Natalie sighed. “I can try. But Jordan’s going to ask why, and I already had to lie to him because of your sister.”

“You did? About what?”

A waitress approached. “Can I get you guys anything to start?” she asked.

“Two vanilla shakes,” Wes said quickly, wanting to hear what Natalie was about to say. The waitress wrote down his order and walked away.

Natalie continued, “she came up to me in art class the other day and asked about the semen lab we did. I had to tell Jordan the teacher gave me an extension on the project since he was absent that day. I was so scared Jennifer was going to tell him you gave me that sample!”

Wes shook his head. “Don’t worry about her. She was just trying to figure out if you were really my girlfriend. My mom knows the truth now so it doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t know. She really scares me. I think sometimes she really enjoys being mean.”

Wes couldn’t argue with that. He decided not to mention that Jennifer was the one who’d had taken Natalie’s lab report from her book bag. Natalie had enough reasons to dislike Jennifer now.

“Look, there’s something else,” he continued. “I only have $600 out of the thousand I need to bribe her and Ariana. Is there any way you could loan me $400?”

Natalie’s eyes went wide.

“Wes! I don’t have $400!”

“You said Jordan’s parents were rich, right? Maybe you could ask them for a loan? I swear I’ll pay you back with interest!”

“What am I supposed to tell them? My secret pretend boyfriend needs money, don’t tell your son?”

“Make something up. Anything! God, Natalie, I know this is asking a lot, but I’ve never needed your help more in my life! This is my dick we’re talking about! I might get part of it cut off!”

Natalie’s phone chimed. She unlocked it and checked the screen.

“It’s Jordan. I have to go,” she said. She got out of the booth.

“Natalie, please! Even if you can’t get the money, I NEED your vote! Will you try, at least?”

Natalie looked at him sadly.

“I promise I’ll try,” she said.

The waitress arrived, and placed two vanilla shakes on the table.

Natalie walked out of the shop, while Wes stared at the two shakes in front of him dejectedly.

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He couldn’t sleep the night before the vote. He tossed and turned; dreading the moment of the inevitable that was mere hours away.

Natalie still hadn’t given him a definitive answer of whether she’d loan him the money, or if she would even be present for the vote. Wes was still just under $400 short of the bribe money he would need to buy both Jennifer and Ariana’s votes.

His mother had informed him that Dr. Bishop would be attending the council meeting, and she would be voting in it as well. It seemed safe to assume that Dr. Bishop would be voting yes, and so would Ariana if Wes couldn’t come up with the money she wanted.

On the bright side, Miss Gillian had promised to attend and to vote against having him circumcised, and he had enough money to bribe Jennifer at least, but that brought the total to four voters. A 2-2 vote meant his mother would cast the tiebreaker vote, and Wes was as good as circumcised.

Wes had tried fervently to find more voters to bring to his cause. The girls at school teased him by making the scissor snip hand gesture as they passed him in the halls, and every girl he’d spoken with on the subject had either shown no interest in helping him, or had actually expressed interest in voting in favor of circumcision. After questioning a few girls, he stopped asking.

It all came down to Natalie.

Wes called and texted her all Sunday morning without an answer or reply. He prayed that the reason she hadn’t replied was that she was on the drive back and couldn’t talk with Jordan in the car with her.

By mid-afternoon, he was ready to text her again when his phone rang in his hands. Quickly, he answered.

“Natalie!” he greeted. “Are you on your way back?”

“I’m sorry Wes, I’m still at the lake. We won’t be home until really late tonight.”

“Natalie! PLEASE come back! Please, I’ll do anything!”

Natalie sighed.

“I’m sorry. Jordan’s out kayaking with his brothers still and they’ll be a few more hours. I can’t go home without him; he’s my ride.”

Wes slumped his head on his desk.

“Okay, thanks,” he said, defeated.

“I’m sorry. I really tried. Believe me.”

Wes hung up the phone. He knew he’d lost now. He had one move left to make; a desperate one. One that had little likelihood of working, but there was no reason not to try now.

He grabbed the $600 from his desk drawer and knocked on his sister’s bedroom door.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked,” she said.

Wes opened the door anyway. Jennifer was indeed naked, save for a garter around one thigh. She stood on her bed dancing on her webcam while Ariana, also naked, typed on the keyboard.

“Oh my God, this loser is emptying his wallet for us- oh hi Wes!” Ariana said, as Wes entered. Jennifer kept dancing.

“Jen, I got the $500 you asked for,” Wes said, holding up the money.

Jennifer pulled open her garter for Wes to insert.

“Wait-” he said, holding back the cash. “I want your WORD that you will vote no.”

“Of course, brother,” she said sweetly, shaking her butt for the camera. “You have my word.”

Wes tucked the $500 into Jennifer’s garter.

With the remaining $100, he turned to Jennifer’s friend.

“Ariana, all I have for you right now is $100. If you promise to vote no, I’ll pay you this now, and the rest when I can.”

Ariana folded her arms.

“No deal. You don’t get to pay Jennifer up front and expect me to take the leftovers. You should have worked harder.”

“I’m sorry!” Wes pleaded. “I earned as much as I could! Natalie was supposed to loan me the rest but she can’t make it tonight! I’m stuck! If you want the money, you vote no. Otherwise, I’ll just keep it.”

Jennifer finally looked at Wes.

“Natalie was going to loan you $400? Wow, that’s sweet. Why didn’t she?”

“It doesn’t matter! Now I want to hear Ariana promise to vote no, and she can get paid right now.”

Ariana shrugged.

“No. You can keep the money, Wes. I think seeing you get snipped would make my day more than anything else.”

“Oh, come ON!” Wes groaned. “Please, just take it!”

Ariana cracked a smile.

“Say that again,” she said.

“Please just take it?” Wes repeated.

“Yes. That,” Ariana said. “Say that again. On your knees.”

Sighing, Wes dropped to his knees. “Ariana, will you PLEASE just take the money?”

The blonde beauty rose from her chair and sauntered towards him. He stared up at her beautiful naked body and his own body shook. She held out her open palm.

“Place the money in my hand, Wes. Do it now.”

“Not until you-”

Ariana turned around and walked away.

“Okay!” Wes screamed. “Take it! Take it now!”

Ariana faced him again and held out her palm. Wes placed the money into her hand.

“Will you PLEASE vote no?” he asked, as Ariana closed her palm around the bills.

Ariana thought for a moment.

“Perhaps.” She smiled at him knowingly.

“Ariana. Ariana, Ariana ... please!”

She paused.

“I’ll _consider_ it,” she said, pointedly. “Until then, you get me more money if you want to improve your chances.”

Wes sighed. He climbed back to his feet and walked out of the room. He may have spent $100 for nothing, but he was at the end of his rope and both girls knew it. Back in his bedroom, Wes collapsed onto his bed and prayed.

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“Wes, company is here! Will you greet them at the door?” Kris called.

Wes jumped out of bed. His nightstand clock read 6:30. Only a half-hour until the vote would begin. He hurried downstairs, to see who was at the door.

To his relief, he saw it was Miss Gillian.

“Hi Wes!” she said with a smile.

“Thanks for coming!” he said, genuinely relieved.

He invited his teacher inside. Her long brown hair was tied back into a braided ponytail, and she had a hemp handbag slung over her shoulder. She looked around the house, impressed.

“Hi there!” Wes’ mother said, coming to the door. “I’m Kris, Wes’ mom.”

“Courtney Gillian. I’m Wes’ art teacher,” she said, shaking Kris’ hand. “You have a lovely home. Oh my!”

Miss Gillian admired Wes’ framed sketch of Jennifer that Kris had mounted on the living room wall.

“Wes is quite the artist, isn’t he?” Kris asked.

“And your daughter is quite a looker, too!” Both women laughed.

“Well, why don’t you come into the kitchen? I have some appetizers prepared. We still have a half hour until the vote,” Kris said.

Just then, another car pulled into the Powells’ driveway. Wes watched intently to see who it was. He felt sweat form on his palms when he saw Dr. Bishop emerge.

“Wes, why don’t you help Dr. Bishop unload her supplies?” Kris asked. “I’ll get to know Miss Gillian better.”

“Supplies?” Wes asked, confused.

Dr. Bishop arrived at the doorstep carrying a medical supply bag. Wes eyed the bag nervously.

“Hi, Dr. Bishop. Um, what are the supplies for?” he asked nervously.

“They’re for your circumcision,” Dr. Bishop replied. “Your mother wants it done as soon as the votes are counted. We’ll get set up in the living room.”

“You mean, IF the votes are for me to be circumcised?” Wes asked.

“Of course,” Dr. Bishop replied. “But we’ll get set up for it in any case. Your mother doesn’t want any delays after the vote.”

Reluctantly, Wes helped Dr. Bishop lay out her supplies, including her scalpel, gauze, and a slightly different Gomco Clamp from before onto the coffee table. Kris spoke with Miss Gillian in the kitchen, showing her a pamphlet explaining the many benefits of circumcision.

“You’ll want to get some towels, lots of them,” Dr. Bishop said. “Lay them out onto the couch.”

Wes went to grab the towels, unsure of whether or not he’d already resigned himself to his fate. The vote really depended on Ariana now, and whether or not she wanted the remainder of the money he’d promised her. Of course, there was also the fear that Miss Gillian might be swayed by his mother’s encouragement. Either way, Wes was uncomfortable by how confident his mother seemed in requesting Dr. Bishop be prepared to perform the circumcision before the votes had even been cast.

“What’s this for?” Wes asked, holding up an empty glass jar.

“To hold your foreskin after I cut it off!” Dr. Bishop said. “Sometimes family members like to keep it as a memento. I’ll fill the jar with formaldehyde and then your mother can keep it somewhere in your house as a decoration.”

“Oh,” Wes said contemptuously, setting the jar aside.

“Looks like we’re all set up,” Dr. Bishop said. “Now, when was your last orgasm?”

“About two weeks ago,” Wes said.

“Oh...” Dr. Bishop said, concerned. “Then you’ll want to masturbate right now. You won’t have another chance for some time.”

She took three porn magazines from her medical supply bag and handed them to Wes. He glanced at the scantily clad models on the covers and his cock twitched.

“My mom won’t let me,” Wes said. “That’s why she’s making me do this.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Dr. Bishop said, and stuffed the magazines back into her bag. “You’d better stay close to me, then. Can’t have you left alone now!”

Dr. Bishop took Wes by the hand and walked him into the kitchen, where they joined his mother and teacher at the kitchen table. The doctor confirmed many of the explanations that Kris provided, and Miss Gillian listened with interest while Kris and the doctor laid out all of the compelling reasons she should vote to have Wes circumcised.

“Will he lose any sensitivity in his penis because of this?” Miss Gillian asked.

“He will, although that seems to be what his mother wants. Per her request, I’m going to cut him very tightly, so I expect he’ll lose quite a bit from the procedure,” Dr. Bishop said.

“About seventy percent, right?” Kris asked.

“Thereabouts,” the doctor said. “That reminds me though, I was discussing your request with a few other surgeons, and one of them suggested a clamp she likes to use that she says can pinch more skin than a standard Gomco. With this one, I could probably reduce the sensitivity up to and maybe beyond ninety percent. I brought it along to see if you wanted me to use it.”

“Really?” Kris asked. “Ninety percent?”

The doctor nodded proudly. “She says it works.” She leaned in close to Wes’ mother. “She said, it might even be able to take ninety-FIVE!”

Kris’ eyes went wide with delight.

“And you have it with you?” Kris asked.

“I sure do. Would you like me to use it when I circumcise Wes?”

“Absolutely!” Kris said. “I never imagined you’d be able to eliminate that much!”

“And this sensitivity loss is permanent?” Miss Gillian asked.

“Yes it is. Dr. Daniels guarantees that all sensitivity loss from this clamp is one hundred percent irreversible,” Dr. Bishop said.

“Will it interfere with sexual function?” Miss Gillian asked.

“Not at all,” Dr. Bishop said. “He’ll still get erections and have ejaculations as all men do. He’ll just experience less pleasure when his penis rubs against his hand or a girl’s vagina, and his orgasms will feel less intense, but they’ll still happen all the same.”

The three women continued to talk as though Wes were not even present, and every “reassuring” fact Dr. Bishop provided made Wes more and more terrified of the procedure actually happening.

At five minutes to seven, Kris began wrapping up the appetizers.

“Well, it’s almost time to vote,” she said, wrapping up a tray of sliced watermelon and placing it into the refrigerator. “Let’s all go to the dining room. Wes, would you tell the girls to come downstairs?”

As Kris led Dr. Bishop and Miss Gillian to the dining room, Wes crept up to his teacher’s side.

“You’re still voting no, right?” he whispered.

“Of course, Wes. Don’t worry!” she whispered back.

While he doubted it would do any good, he whispered to Dr. Bishop as well, “please vote no.”

The doctor laughed. “Oh Wes, it won’t be so bad!”

Wes slunk away, unassured by her words.

“Jen! Ariana! It’s time to vote!” Kris called out, apparently thinking Wes wouldn’t call them down in time.

Jennifer and Ariana hurried downstairs, dressed in pink and lavender negligees respectively.

“Sorry about our dress,” Ariana said. “We were just doing a show.”

Kris looked on disapprovingly, but ushered both girls into the dining room.

Several slips of paper and pens were laid out, and a metal mixing bowl sat at the head of the table, waiting to be filled. It reminded him of the metal cap Dr. Bishop had placed over his glans when she fitted him into the Gomco clap.

Kris invited each of the women to take a seat.

Wes counted them. Four voters. Miss Gillian promised to vote no. Dr. Bishop would most certainly vote yes. Jennifer, if she kept her word, would vote no. Ariana was up in the air. He looked at her pleadingly. She winked at him and made the scissor snip gesture with her fingers. She and Jennifer burst out laughing and Wes’ heart sank.

“All right, it looks like we’re ready to get started!” Kris said, checking the time on the grandfather clock. It was two minutes to seven. No sooner had the words escaped her mouth that the doorbell rang. “Oh! A late add?”

He knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up. It could have been anyone at the door. But Wes had to know.

He hurried to the front door and opened it like a child opening a Christmas present. To his complete and utter shock, Natalie Blume was on the doorstep. She held out her hands, which held four crisp one hundred-dollar bills.

“Oh my God!” was all he could say.

He wrapped his arms around Natalie, and hugged her tighter than he’d ever held anyone in his life. She returned the embrace briefly, before nervously looking behind her. The street was empty, but she seemed anxious to get inside anyway.

“Come on. You have to be at the table by seven.” Wes took the money from Natalie’s hands and ushered her into the house. With seconds to spare, he pulled out an empty chair next to Ariana and invited Natalie to take a seat. Wes knelt to the floor and held out the four hundreds.

The grandfather clock struck seven, and seven chimes echoed throughout the house. Feeling his heart race, he called out to Ariana.

“Psst!”

Ariana looked at him.

“Here’s the rest. Give me your WORD, you will vote no!”

Ariana looked at the four hundreds.

“You have my word, Wes,” she said smoothly. She lifted her lavender negligee, exposing her matching silk panties. Wes tucked the bills into her panties as the seventh chime rang out.

The bribe was paid. With five voters present, Wes had reason to believe four would vote his way. For the first time, he felt hope at the outcome of this vote.

“Nice of you to join us, Natalie. I hope your boyfriend doesn’t mind you attending,” Kris remarked bitterly. Natalie said nothing. “Wes, come here please.”

Wes walked to the head of the table.

“Before we get started, I want you to strip down to your underwear,” his mother said.

“What? Why?”

“Do as I say, Wes. If you want this vote to happen, you do it my way. Or I’ll tell these women to go home and we’ll just begin the circumcision if you prefer.”

“Okay, okay,” he said. There was no use arguing with her on a point this minor. Wes pulled off his shirt and pants while Jennifer and Ariana snickered in amusement.

“All right, I think we’re ready to begin,” Kris said. “So, we’re here to determine the fate of Wes’ foreskin. My son seems to think that women prefer an uncut penis. Let’s all show him how wrong he is. Each of you ladies has a slip of paper in front of you. The question for you is this: should Wes be allowed to keep his foreskin? Write down your vote, yes or no, and I’ll collect them when you’re finished.”

Wes stood nervously in front of the five voters, ashamed to be wearing nothing but his small briefs. It occurred to him that all of the women present had already seen him naked at some point, but it was embarrassing nonetheless.

He watched Jennifer and Ariana giggle as they wrote down their votes. It was at that moment, that Wes realized the phrasing of his mother’s question, “should Wes be allowed to keep his foreskin?”

“Jen? You’re voting ‘yes’ right?” Wes asked.

“Of course not, Wes! I gave you my word, remember?” Jennifer said, as if that were the most reasonable answer to give.

Wes made a fist.

“That’s not what we agreed!” he shouted.

“Oh, I think it is. You were VERY specific about it!” Ariana interjected.

“Damn it, I paid you your money! You vote how I tell you!” Wes screamed.

Jennifer shook her head.

“Sorry, Wes. The bribe was paid, I gave you my word. You can’t reverse your decision now.” She folded her vote in half.

“Damn you!” Wes cursed.

He realized that Natalie and Miss Gillian were the only two who were likely to vote ‘yes’ now. Two votes to three; Wes’ cause was likely lost. He watched helplessly as his teacher and his friend wrote down their votes.

“All right, is everyone finished?” Kris asked.

All five voters had their votes folded, so Kris made her way around the table, holding out the mixing bowl. One by one, the women dropped their votes into the bowl. Once she’d made a full lap around, Kris set the bowl upon the table. Wes stared at it. The bowl seemed to stare right back at him.

“Let’s see what you’ve decided,” Kris said.

She drew the first vote from the bowl.

“First vote...” she unfolded the vote and revealed it to everyone at the table. “No.”

Wes felt a stabbing sensation in his chest. The first nail in the coffin was in.

Kris removed the next vote from the bowl.

“Second vote...” she unfolded the vote and revealed it. “No.”

“Ooh, this isn’t looking good for you, Wes!” Jennifer teased.

“Two votes ‘no, ‘ zero votes ‘yes.’” Kris said.

Wes felt his heart race. Kris reached into the bowl, rustled her hand around between the three remaining slips of paper, and stopped. She looked at Wes.

“Only one more ‘no’ vote needed, Wes,” she said wryly.

Wes didn’t need that explained to him. Kris drew the next vote.

“Third vote...” she unfolded the vote, and looked at it quizzically. She flipped it over. “Blank. Who didn’t vote?”

The voters all looked at each other. Dr. Bishop raised her hand. “I didn’t.”

“Dr. Bishop? Why didn’t you vote?” Kris asked.

“I didn’t think it was my place to choose whether he gets circumcised. I’m just here to do the procedure,” the doctor said.

Kris scoffed.

“You’re seated at the table. You HAVE to vote!” Kris said.

“All right,” Dr. Bishop said. “I vote ‘yes.’”

“YES?” Kris exclaimed. “Why on Earth would you vote ‘yes’?”

Dr. Bishop shrugged. “It’s obvious the boy doesn’t want to be circumcised. Even if he should be.”

Kris glared at Dr. Bishop, more baffled than angry.

“I’ll still circumcise him. If the rest of these ladies vote that way. I just didn’t think I should have a hand in the decision,” the doctor added.

Kris tossed the blank vote aside. “Two votes ‘no, ‘ one vote ‘_yes, ‘_“ she said, hissing as she said the word “yes.”

Wes breathed a sigh of relief. Dr. Bishop may have just saved him. He braced himself as his mother drew the next vote from the bowl.

“Fourth vote...” she unfolded and revealed the vote. “Yes.”

“Oh my God,” Miss Gillian said. Everyone at the table stared at the bowl in suspense.

“Two votes ‘yes, ‘ two votes ‘no.’ Looks like it comes down to one vote,” Kris said.

For the first time, Wes thought his mother sounded genuinely worried about the outcome. She reached into the bowl and removed the last slip of paper.

“And the final vote...” she unfolded the paper. “Will Wes get to keep his foreskin?”

She revealed the vote.

“No.”

Wes’ heart sank, and his blood immediately boiled into rage.

“WHAT?” Wes screamed. “WHO VOTED NO? WHO VOTED NO?”

Wes stared at every person at the table. Jennifer and Ariana burst out in laughter. Dr. Bishop and Miss Gillian looked at him, confounded. Only Natalie would not return his gaze.

“NATALIE?” Wes screamed.

Natalie got up from her seat, and walked over to Jennifer.

“Okay, I voted how you wanted. Now give me my lab report,” Natalie said, holding out her palm.

“You bought her vote with a LAB REPORT?” Wes screamed.

Natalie looked at Wes pleadingly.

“Wes, I’m sorry. Jennifer said she’d tell Jordan what we did under the bleachers if I didn’t loan you that money.”

“And vote how she wanted?”

Natalie lowered her head.

Trying to stifle her laughter, Jennifer lifted her negligee and removed a folded piece of paper from her panties and handed it to Natalie. Wes’ former pretend girlfriend examined the lab report and stuffed it into her purse. She turned and hurried out of the house.

“Natalie! How could you?” Wes screamed at her.

She stopped, and turned to Wes.

“I’m so sorry. I tried to help you. But I can’t lose Jordan.”

Natalie walked out the front door.

Jennifer and Ariana fell out of their chairs, and rolled across the dining room floor clutching their sides with laughter.

“Did you ... did you SEE his face?” Jennifer eeked out between fits of giggles.

“NATALIE! HOW COULD YOU?” Ariana cried out mockingly. The girls laughed so hard neither could even sit up.

Kris set the last vote aside with a satisfied smile on her face.

“All right Wes, remember what you agreed. We had the vote, now it’s time for you to be circumcised.”

Wes stared out the front window, watching Natalie driving away. He was too stunned to even respond to his mother.

“Wes?” his mother repeated. “Take your underwear off. It’s time for your circumcision.”

Wes didn’t react. Kris walked up behind him and rested her hand on his shoulder.

“I know, sweetie. It’s not the outcome you wanted. But what’s done is done. Now come lie down on the couch. The doctor is waiting for you.”

Wes looked at his mother. He could hear Jennifer and Ariana still howling with laughter in the dining room.

“Okay,” he said, finally.

He walked to the living room couch, where Dr. Bishop had pulled up a chair and was seated beside it. She smiled at him as he approached.

“Are you ready, Wes?”

Wes nodded, his face devoid of any emotion.

“Good. Take your underwear off, so we can get started.”

Wes pulled down his underwear, and lay down onto the couch.

Kris went to the dining room.

“Girls! Will you get off the floor? Come to the living room. I might need your help holding him down.”

Miss Gillian stepped into the living room. “Do you mind if I stay, Wes?”

Wes shook his head. Miss Gillian took a seat on a nearby chair and watched as Dr. Bishop cleaned Wes’ penis and foreskin with antiseptic. Jennifer and Ariana entered, both still giggling, while Kris had her phone out, ready to videotape the procedure.

Dr. Bishop placed the metal cap over the head of his penis, and just as before, placed his shaft into the hole at the base of the clamp. She tied the tip of his foreskin closed with thread, and then looked at Jennifer and Ariana.

“I’ll need you two to hold his arms and shoulders. This is the part where he’s going to start squirming.”

Jennifer and Ariana eagerly placed their hands on Wes’ arms and shoulders, and held him down firmly.

“What about anesthesia?” Wes asked.

Dr. Bishop looked up at Kris. “You didn’t tell him?”

Kris looked down at her son consolingly. “Wes, you understand this is an expensive operation. If I didn’t forgo the anesthesia, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it.”

“What? You can afford an operation but not anesthesia? Bullshit!” Wes screamed.

“Wes! It’s a thousand dollars! Do you have a thousand dollars to spend?”

“I know someone does...” Wes looked at Jennifer and Ariana. Both girls shook their heads innocently, and then broke out in laughter. Wes looked at his mother in rage.

“You can’t do this! I need anesthesia! I’ll die from the pain!”

Dr. Bishop tightened the Gomco clamp.

“Don’t worry Wes, I circumcise baby boys every day without anesthesia. If they can handle it, so can you.”

She twisted the screw tighter and tighter, and Wes could feel the pressure building against his foreskin.

“Oh my God, stop! It’s too tight! It’s too tight!”

“It has to be tight to make a seal. Just close your eyes and think happy thoughts and soon it will all be over.”

Wes found he couldn’t think of anything except the pressure on his foreskin, which built tighter by the second. Dr. Bishop only twisted the clamp more.

“Ow! Stop! Stop! STOP!” Wes screamed.

“I’m sorry Wes. I have to make it extra tight for the increased sensitivity loss your mother requested.”

“More pain now for less pleasure later!” Ariana said. She and Jennifer laughed.

“Unfortunately for Wes, that’s exactly the case,” Dr. Bishop said. “I don’t expect he’ll ever have a completely satisfying orgasm again.”

“Hope all that masturbating was worth it,” Kris said, as she continued to film.

“Oww! PLEEEEEASE!” Wes whined. He wriggled and squirmed, but his penis felt like it was pinned down with a piano that got increasingly heavier with every second that passed.

“Just a little more...” the doctor said calmly, and she continued tightening the clamp.

Tears dribbled from Wes eyes, and he could feel the blood circulation to his foreskin had already stopped. No doubt irreparable damage had been done to the tissue already.

“And, that should do it!” Dr. Bishop exclaimed, and finally stopped twisting. She picked up her scalpel. “Now hold him down tight, girls. This is when he’s really going to start struggling.”

“NO!” Wes screamed. “Dr. Bishop don’t! Please!” Wes thrashed about so violently Jennifer and Ariana had difficulty holding him in place.

“I’m sorry, Wes. This is going to happen,” Dr. Bishop said soothingly. “The more you resist the worse it will be. If you just accept it, it will be over before you know it.”

“I can’t!” Wes sobbed.

Dr. Bishop rested her hand on Wes’ arm.

“You can, I promise. I’m just going to give you a little snip. A little snip on your penis, that’s all this is, okay? Will you be a good boy for me so I can do that to you?”

Wes paused, and nodded.

“Good!” Dr. Bishop smiled. “I’ll make it nice and quick.”

She pressed the scalpel blade into his foreskin, and fiery pain shot throughout his penis. Wes let out a scream.

“Does anyone have a belt or something for him to bite on?” Dr. Bishop asked.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Jennifer said. She reached underneath the couch cushion and removed Ariana’s golden cum stained panties that Kris had found in Wes’ closet. “These should work great!”

Jennifer stuffed the panties into Wes’ mouth. Despite the terrible taste of his own dried semen against his tongue, Wes was grateful to have something to clamp his teeth upon. He bit hard, while Jennifer and Ariana pressed against his shoulders and arms with all of their might to keep their patient immobile.

“Now Wes, if it starts to hurt you just bite down on those panties. Try not to move around too much, just bite down and it will be over before you know it. Remember, it’s just a little snip.”

Dr. Bishop sliced the blade effortlessly through Wes’ foreskin, along the very same path she’d drawn with the felt-tip marker weeks earlier. It took her mere seconds to cut a complete circle around the circumference of his shaft, but to Wes, it was an excruciating eternity. He let out a muffled scream through the soiled undergarment in his mouth.

Dr. Bishop set the bloody scalpel aside, and picked up a pair of tweezers. Gently, she peeled away the excised tissue and placed it into the empty glass jar.

“There! Like I said, just a little snip. Now, I need to leave the clamp on for a few minutes, and then I can give you your stitches.”

Wes was struggling to breathe through his gagged mouth, even with his nostrils flaring as they were. Kris moved in closer with her cell phone to get close-up video of her son’s freshly circumcised penis.

“Oh my God! This is the best day of my life!” Ariana exclaimed, admiring Wes’ bloody member.

Dr. Bishop chuckled. “I know. You can see why I love my job.”

Wes spat out the panties and cried out, “please! Give me something for the pain! I don’t care!”

Dr. Bishop turned to Kris. “You can give him some pills now.”

Kris handed her phone to Jennifer, so she could continue filming while Kris retrieved some Vicodin tablets.

“Oh, I can not WAIT to show this to Kate and Bree,” Jennifer said, aiming the camera at Wes’ cock. “And all your classmates, too.”

“You’re such a bitch,” Wes fumed.

“WES!” Kris shouted. “How about you show your sister some gratitude? I wouldn’t have been able to afford this operation without her help!”

Wes grunted in pain. “I’m not thanking her for sh-” he stopped.

“If you want these painkillers you will. Tell her thank you. Right now.”

He wanted to refuse. He wanted to be stubbornly defiant in the face of the woman who’d forced him into this agony. But the agony was too great to bear to cling to his pride at this point.

“Thank you,” he said begrudgingly.

“You’re welcome, Wes!” Jennifer said happily. She kissed him on the cheek.

“Now thank Dr. Bishop for circumcising you,” Kris added.

Wes paused. “Thank you, Dr. Bishop,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Wes,” the doctor said. She checked her watch and inspected the bleeding from his penis.

“And thank Ariana for voting to have you circumcised,” Kris said.

“Thank you, Ariana,” Wes hissed.

“You’re welcome, dear.” Ariana kissed Wes on his other cheek.

Kris placed a Vicodin tablet in her palm and handed it to her son. Wes gratefully gulped it down.

Dr. Bishop loosened the clamp, and Wes was relieved to have the pressure on his penis lifted. His relief was cut short, when the exposure of his wound to the cool air invited another wave of crushing pain.

“Owwww! Make it stop! Make it stop!” he moaned.

“Shhh. Just give it a few minutes for the painkillers to set in,” the doctor said. She prepared a needle and some thread. “Now let’s close up this wound.”

Dr. Bishop plucked the needle into Wes’ penis, and he let out another howl of torment. Kris hurried to Wes’ side to hold him down while Jennifer continued filming him.

“Shh! I need to stitch you up, Wes. Can’t have you getting infected!” the doctor urged.

Wes sobbed while Dr. Bishop threaded the stitches up and down, and up and down, sewing his open wound closed. Within minutes, the shaft of his penis was sealed together with black thread.

“All done!” Dr. Bishop said. “Congratulations, Wes. You’re circumcised!”

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“Yeah, he’s been limping around all day. I’ll have to send you the video, it’s the most hilarious thing you’ll ever see.”

Wes tried to ignore his sister’s vapid phone conversation while he cooked dinner for the family. His mother insisted he get on his feet instead of lounging in bed all day and whining about his sore penis. He decided to make chicken casserole. It was one of his favorites, and it would get his mind off of the excruciating experience of the previous day.

He felt so tired his face might fall off and into the frying pan beneath him. He’d barely slept the night before. While the Vicodin kept the pain mostly at bay, the general discomfort kept him from sleeping or walking normally.

He looked at the glass jar containing his foreskin resting on the kitchen windowsill. He wasn’t sure whether that or his drawing of Jennifer was the worse decoration adorning the home. He continued stirring the casserole while his mother entered, carrying bags of groceries.

“Mmm! Smells good!” Kris said. She’d been in the brightest of moods since the circumcision. She hummed melodiously as she put away the groceries. Wes simply stirred the casserole indifferently.

“I’ll take it from here, Wes. You go tell your sister it’s time for dinner.” Kris took the spatula while Wes limped down the hallway towards his sister’s bedroom. He was just outside the shut door when he heard a familiar sound coming from inside.

It was his screaming. He could hear the sound of his own circumcision that Jennifer was apparently watching on her phone for the twelfth time that day. He could hear the buzz of her vibrator and her soft moaning, and Wes had a good idea of what she was doing. He didn’t open the door, or even knock.

“Jen. Dinner.”

“I’ll be right there,” she moaned softly.

Wes made his way back to the kitchen.

“She’s coming,” he said, and took the spatula back from his mother. “I got it. You have a seat.”

“You sure, sweetie?” she asked. “You’ve done enough today.”

“It’s no problem.” He smiled at her assuredly.

Kris took a seat at the kitchen table, and Jennifer joined her soon after. Wes placed a plate of casserole in front of each of them before preparing a helping for himself. He groaned in discomfort as he sat down beside them.

“Still sore?” Kris asked.

Wes nodded.

“Stay there, I’ll get you another pill.”

Wes and Jennifer began eating while Kris got up to retrieve the Vicodin bottle from the cabinet. Jennifer winced as she chewed.

“How’s the casserole?” Wes asked.

“Tastes funny,” Jennifer said.

As Kris grabbed the Vicodin, she glanced over at the glass jar on the windowsill. It was empty.

“Wes?” Kris asked. “Where is your foreskin?”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide, and she made a gagging noise.

“Beats me,” Wes said.

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