Circumcised & Humiliated

By Wayne T.

For those that work hard, country boarding school can lead to a good education. However if you are a teacher at a country boarding school, things don’t often go to plan. This is the story of one such country boarding school. Religious and conservative by nature, students are expected to behave and learn. Unfortunately one student for years has plagued the teachers and played up. This is Mark’s story and what happened when he finally pushed his form master, way too far.

St Rinnicer’s, as a school was probably no different to many other similar schools around the country. Located 30 miles from the nearest town, St Rinnicer’s had for many decades had been a respected seat of education, especially amongst the middle and upper class. Well respected, the school was known for it’s discipline and quality of education. Housing boy’s right from primary school right up to high school, parents would send their children there, particularly if home life was difficult and the parents wanted the best.

Mark’s father and mother were no different and they had enrolled him at the earliest age. Tied up with the oil and shipping industry, Mark’s father was often away for long periods. With Mark’s mother so busy with her voluntary and social activities, it had been decided early on, to enroll Mark at St. Rinnicer’s, freeing his parents and ensuring the son’s best interests.

Mark however, shared some of his father’s rebellion and difficult habits, meaning Mark was not an easy student at the school. Feared by many of the teachers, as being too cocky and disruptive in class, he had become despite his extremely good grades, a headache. This had never been more so, as Mark passed into his final year in high school. Now technically of legal age, Mark’s sheltered upbringing still haunted him, as did his exams to finish school. As all teenaged boys do, Mark was passing through an important part of his life. However, Marks attitude and high jinx were not helping either himself nor often those that came into contact with him. Despite this, Mark was popular with the other boys who admired him for his disruptive ways, which they would not contemplate themselves.

Mark would do anything for a laugh. Whether it was like for the past ten years, answering teachers back or just causing trouble. This didn’t just extend to disruption but how he looked. His clear thick blond hair covered his ears convincingly and trailed his neck and shoulders. This had gone on for some time and the form master, thinking Mark would get tired of it and get a haircut. This had in recent times not happened.

Mark would of sailed through and this probably would of gone unanswered except for one incident. Mark only had to keep out of trouble for four months and he would graduate. But fate being what it is, this never happened.

In the dormitory, one evening, which was shared six to a room, Mark was as the rest of the boys, laughing and playing around. This was the middle of the evening. As always, boys being boys, and eager to outdo each other, prank after prank followed. Such as the usual things like pillow fights and the like. Slapping across each other, obstacles met obstacles. Other games followed including dares and the occasional flashing. Not to be outdone, Mark soon joined in pulling down his pajama trousers in defiance to the others.

When the others did the same, Mark eagerly lifted his cock and balls in mock gesture. All the while, the chortles of noise carrying down the dormitory corridors.

As flash after flash was carried out by the five boys, Mark suddenly put his hand around the shaft of his cock and slowly pumped the thin skin backward and forward. Mark’s action soon caused the sensations of his cock to react and an erection was clearly fighting Mark’s hand. Slightly shocked, the other boys started to stop, button up and stare at Mark. Mark continued to pump his erection, unaware of the figure standing in the dormitory doorway, across from him. It was the form master.

“What are you doing!” Mark quickly hiked up his long pajama pants but his erection betrayed him. “I said what are you doing!” said Mr. Smith.

Red faced and embarrassed, Mark replied sheepishly “Nothing”.

Mr. Smith’s voice boomed across the room. “If you are doing nothing, then you can report to my office at 10am tomorrow. Now get into bed. If I hear one murmur out of you or anyone else here tonight, then it’s the big cane, straight away.” With that the six boys were in bed and not a word was spoken. Soon all were asleep and when the form master checked again it was still that way. It was peaceful for the rest of the night but Mark couldn’t help wondering what was in store for the next morning.

As the sun rose, so too did the two hundred or more male students at the school. Breakfast was at different times for the different grades, as were the showers and class. This morning however would be different, for Mark. Under no misapprehension, he had been summoned to his appointment with the form master Mr. Smith.

It would be like all the others though Mark as he headed toward his appointment. How many times had this happened during one grade or another, he thought. As he reached the form masters office, his watch just showed 10am. Mark knocked and the door was opened by Mr. Smith. No words were spoken as Mark went through the routine of wandering over to the front of the desk. Mr. Smith closed the door and moved to his place in the seat behind the desk.

At first, he didn’t speak, unnerving Mark. Finally Mark broke the silence. “I didn’t mean it” he said. Mr. Smith shuffled his papers and regarded his charge. “Is this what we have taught you all these years, Mark, to be like this? ”said Mr.. Smith.

“Like what Sir? ”quipped Mark thinking he was on his way to getting out of it. “You know what. To cause trouble, not conform to the schools standards and your public masturbation, playing with yourself in front of the other boys last night.” Said Mr. Smith.

“I’m sorry Sir” replied Mark, feigning remorse. “Sorry isn’t good enough young man. This school was created to make and turn out good students for society. You misbehave, have improper grooming and now this.” said Mr. Smith.

With this, Mr. Smith reached onto his desk and held up a file. Mark knew straightaway what it was. It was his student record file from the school.

“I’m sorry Mark but I don’t think we can go on like this. For the school to continue a good reputation, we need discipline and not this.” said Mr. Smith. Mark gulped. Now he knew things were serious.

“Mark, is there any reason, I should not call your father overseas right now and just expel you?” Mr. Smith asked.

Mark was visibly now scared, begged for forgiveness and a second chance. The form master argued his case further, whilst Mark pleaded. The form master was threatening to expel him there and then and shred all his previous years’ grade results. This continued for a while. After several minutes, Mark started to become frustrated and in a panicky voice, asked how he could make amends.

A tough nut, thought the form master. All the reports over the years that had reached his office, about this guy. Now unbelievably, he had him. Fellow teachers taunted and no respite. Now he had him. Every teachers reward and come uppence. To deal with a student pest.

“Sit down.” boomed Mr. Smith. Mark sat in his seat. “Do you know I should expel you with no marks straightaway, for all the trouble you have caused” said Mr. Smith. “Do you not agree?” he added further.

“I know I have done a lot of things, but I don’t deserve this” replied Mark.

Look at you. You can’t even look after yourself. Look at your hair. What’s wrong with you? ”said Mr. Smith.

“I’ll cut it, Sir” replied Mark.

“When, like all the other times? ” said Mr. Smith.

“As soon as possible Sir,” replied Mark.

The form master pondered for a moment and let out a wry smile.

“If your so keen to make amends, let’s see you have a haircut straightaway.” said Mr. Smith.

“I will Sir, if that’s what it will take.” said Mark, with his thick blond hair dangling his neck and shoulders.

“We’ll see.” said Mr. Smith, going over to a wooden set of drawers. Reaching in, it soon became evident what was in his hand. Hair clippers. The form master wondered over to a nearby mirror and plugged in the clippers. Ushering Mark toward the mirror, Mr. Smith spoke.

“Since your due for a haircut, I’ll let you demonstrate why we should keep you instead of expelling you. You know long hair is not permitted at this school. I want to see you do something about it. There’s the mirror.” said Mr. Smith.

“Pardon?” asked Mark somewhat confused.

“You heard. What are you waiting for. You had your chance over and over for the school barber to do it and you refused. Now you will have to do it yourself” quipped the form master.

Mr. Smith picked up the hair clippers but not before removing all the combing guides. This was going to be long overdue haircut.

“I’ll make it easy for you. I’ll tell you what’s going to be done. You have a set of hair clippers and a mirror. Your hair is so untidy, lets make it easy. Do it my way or pack your bags right now. You’ll turn on the clippers, place them at the front and gently bring them back across your hair. Don’t stop until I tell you Mister, or else” thundered Mr. Smith.

Sensing the boy needed some encouragement Mr. Smith Again fondled the clippers, before turning them on. As the clippers passed into Mark’s hand, he became self conscious and afraid.

“Go on.” thundered Mr. Smith.

As he placed the clipper end to his forehead, he knew what Mr. Smith wanted. Retribution. Retribution for all that he had done, not only to the form master but the other teachers.

Angrily, Mark glared at Mr. Smith and started to move the switched on blades of the clippers through his thick teenage hair. The clippers started to groan and munch their approval, as his thick white blond hair dropped in strands onto the office floor.

Over and over, Mark ran the clippers, all the while his hair disappearing. As he waited for Mr. Smith, to give the stop signal, he continued to cut and cut. All the while the clippers giving their approval as the edge purred though the thick hair. As this took place, Mr. Smith motioned with his hand to keep going. After 20 minutes, only the sound of the clippers remained. The clippers had finished their purring. The sound of hair going through the clippers was now absent. Mark had shaved himself bald. All the remains of his former hair and grooming, littered the floor beneath him.

Mark was beside himself in embarrassment and was fully conscious of his new nude head. Finally the form master pulled out the plug from the hair clippers and it was done. Mark ran his hand across his head and it was like sandpaper from front to back. No more smart alec now.

The form master motioned for Mark to stand by his desk. Mark moved in front of the form masters desk once more.

“Now young man, exactly what were you doing last night, in front of the other boys? We’d better have a look. I want you to pull down your trousers and underwear” said Mr. Smith.

Mark reluctantly did so. Mr. Smith stared for a moment before instructing Mark, to pull them up again.

“I thought so.” said Mr. Smith, before reaching into a drawer and handing Mark a small booklet and sheet of paper.

“I should expel you straightaway for what you did last night, but maybe we have mitigating circumstances. Did you know you weren’t circumcised? said Mr. Smith.

“What’s that?” said an obviously uncomfortable Mark.

“Read the booklet, fill in the form, sign it and report back here, same time tomorrow.” said Mr. Smith. “You can go now. Before you go, sweep up that hair, with the dustpan under the mirror and clean up.

As Mark did, he began to sweep up, he realized an impressive truth. He would have to go down the corridor in a minute with absolutely no hair. Mark dumped the hair remains in the nearby wastepaper bin and looked searchingly.

Mr. Smith satisfied with the cleanup had now opened the door. Embarrassingly, Mark headed toward the open entrance.

“You forgot this.” Mr. Smith said, reminding Mark of the booklet and the sheet of paper.

“There, you had better fold this up.” said Mr Smith before ushering his young charge out the door.

As Mark headed back to his dormitory, stare after stare greeted Mark, as they witnessed his lawnmower efforts with the clippers. There was nothing left but stubble on Mark’s head and he looked completely different, with the top of his head nude of most of his hair. The stubble topped haircut was there for all to see.

Mark had been shamed but worst still, he had been forced to do it to himself, as retribution for all that he made the teachers, go through. Mark knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet, as he started to read the booklet he had been given.

Mark had suffered the greatest of humiliation on the way back to the dorm. No smarty pants now. But nothing was going to prepare him for the booklet he was reading, as the cool air embraced his newly shaved nude scalp.

He remembered the form masters words. They rang in his head. “Did you know you weren’t circumcised.”

Mark had always known from primary school, when he had first had to have communal showers, that there was a multitude of shapes when it came to the other boys dicks. As he flipped the pages of the booklet, he realized what the form master meant.

He hadn’t been done like most of the other boys. Mark had not been circumcised and had not been circumcised at birth. The booklet explained circumcision and gave information on the operation of male circumcision.

After he had read the booklet, Mark now knew about male circumcision and being circumcised. He examined the piece of paper.

Mark gasped in horror. There was no way but the truth. It was a medical consent form.

Neatly written in by the form master, was his name and lower down, consent for his circumcision.

The form master wanted Mark to undergo a male circumcision and for him to be circumcised. Mark quickly put the booklet and circumcision consent form into his bedside locker drawer.

One by one that day, all his friends laughed and jeered at his head. When they found out the details, they realized Mark had done it to himself, making them even more distant. As Mark fell asleep that night, Mark sighed in relief. But not before remembering, what Mr. Smith had handed him.

Mr. Smith and the school wanted Mark to undergo a male circumcision. The booklet had described it in many ways, but when was all said and done, it was the removal of the skin around his cock. Teenage male circumcision, with his full agreement, and consent.

As Mark turned over, his boyish teenage penis rubbed against the sheets of the mattress. Inadvertently, Mark pumped the foreskin of his slightly hardening penis, as he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning was similar to the previous one, except now more of the other boys saw Marks new nude brisk haircut. No where was more obvious as in the showers, as the water tumbled down Marks scalp, in front of the other teenage boys.

As before, Mark reported to the form masters office, holding what he had been given, the previous day. The form master was expecting him. As Mark entered the office once more, he was told to sit down.

“Well Mark, did you understand what I gave you?” said Mr. Smith.

“Yes Sir, I understand it. But why are you giving it to me?” replied Mark.

“I should think that is fairly obvious. You can’t keep your hands off yourself and you’re a bad example. That’s why you need to be circumcised.” said Mr. Smith.

“I don’t want it Sir and I don’t want it to be done.” replied Mark. With that Mark tore up the circumcision booklet and the consent form the form master had given him for circumcision. Mark certainly was happy with what he had and certainly didn’t want to be circumcised.

Almost immediately, Mr. Smith pulled out the file on his desk and reached for the phone.

Motioning toward Mark, he asked Mark if he could dial a phone number. Mark knew before his fingers touched the phone, who the number belonged to. His father. Mr. Smith was really going to do it. Mr. Smith was going to expel him.

“Well?” said Mr. Smith

“Well what Sir?” replied Mark.

“What’s it to be?” said Mr. Smith. “My way or your way?”

Mark shook for a moment and realized the disgrace of his expulsion and the current state of his hair, would cause his father and mother.

“Well?” motioned Mr. Smith.

“I don’t want to, Sir. “ replied Mark.

“Mark, you don’t have any other choice. What if you did that in the future and the school got a bad name. Even as a joke, which is how you meant it, we’d be the laughing stock. Masturbating in front of the other boys. This procedure will help you and give you discipline and a sense of respect for your year’s here.” said Mr. Smith.

“I can’t go through with it Sir, I’ve destroyed the form.” quipped Mark.

“Don’t worry son, I’ll take care of that.” replied Mr. Smith, as he quickly pulled out another consent form. A few scribblings later and the form was pushed across the table toward Mark.

Once again, the form had Marks full name and further down the page, consent for the school doctor, to perform a male circumcision on him.

“My way or your way.” repeated the form master.

He had no choice. Once again, angry and upset, Mark picked up the pen nearby, hesitating slightly.

It was all over in a moment as a burst of andrenalin forced Mark to sign sign the form angrily and acknowledge the teachers wishes. Mark shoved the form back across the table, in frustration. He has just consented for them to give him a full male circumcision. He was going to be done. He had just given his willing consent. To have his organ, circumcised.

“Very good Mark. Now we can get on with it. As long as you keep your end of the bargain, I’m going to forget the other day and everything else. You have good marks and you will graduate well. But there is just one more thing to get out the way. You are very lucky. The Doctor is in from town today and can attend to our agreement, straight away.”

Mark was horrified.

Mr. Smith countersigned the form before making a photocopy. He also made a quick phone call to the school surgery. After that, Mr. Smith dismissed Mark and sent him on his way.

The school surgery was a level down at the other end of the building and school. As Mark knocked on the surgery door, his heart raced. “Come in.” was the reply and as Mark entered the room, he saw it’s layout. Mark had hardly got sick and the place was new to him.

The Doctor asked Mark how he was, and pattered on with small talk for a while, before getting down to business.

The Doctor took Mark through the operation, the form master had insisted Mark into taking. The operation of male circumcision. There was no doubt about Mark was here to be circumcised and was now about to undergo a full male circumcision. An operation that would change the shape of his penis permanently and irrevocably forever.

The Doctor told Mark not to worry. What Mark didn’t know, was the Doctor had a few years back tried to assist the school with a science class and remembered Mark. He had also been briefed by the form master, especially as why such an operation of circumcision was needed to take place. The Doctor had a lot of time for the school and in a private conversation with Mr. Smith, the Doctor knew exactly what to do.

“So Mark, do you understand the operation?” said the Doctor. Mark was then informed over half the worlds population undergoes it at some time or other, either at birth or in young adult life. Mark was then told why masturbating his uncircumcised penis in front of the other boys was such a bad thing.

Also Mark was told about how when he left school, he would probably find a lady and that circumcision would allow him to enter and truly and fully depend on a women’s vagina more successfully, instead of using his hand to masturbate.

After he was briefed, Mark was told to take off his clothes and lie down on the medical stretcher. The doctor came over with a plastic cup and some tablets. He motioned for Mark to swallow them, followed by some water, which Mark did. After a while Mark’s body began to relax, as the tranquilizers did their job. Drugged down by the tranquilizers, Marks worries began to fade.

“Right, we will begin now Mark with your circumcision. Is there anything you wish to ask me before you are circumcised ?” asked the Doctor.

Mark motioned no. If he was going to be circumcised, it too late to do anything about it now. He knew the Doctor was just about to circumcise him. He knew the free skin on his shaft would go, with the about to begin, operation. Mark wished he had pulled out and resisted more but it was too late. He had already signed the circumcision consent form and now here he was, just about to receive an operation of a male teenage circumcision.

Mark was about to receive his right of passage and also receive his just deserts from the school.

“Lie completely flat for me Mark, and relax.” said the Doctor.

As Mark did so, the Doctor did his handiwork. Away from the school, the Doctor had performed the operation a number of times. However, this was going to be well carried out version of the operation. He knew it would be his handiwork, which would set an example.

With that Mark relaxed and feeling no pain or sensation after a small injection, the Doctor pulled Marks soon to be doomed foreskin, as far he could forward of the rest of Marks penis. Gently sliding a scalpel between the purple head underneath and the foreskin, the Doctor cut.

As the purplish glans of Mark’s penis became unwillingly and totally nude for the first time, the Doctor continued to cut around the foreskins base. Next the Doctor sliced off the web like construction on the underside of Marks penis, removing it totally. Satisfied with his work, the Doctor sewed 16 stitches around the shaft of Mark’s now fully nuded headed member.

No more was there a gathering of skin on the end. In it’s place was the purple helmet of Marks penis glans, now permanently and irreversibly nude without any chance of restriction. Behind this, was new lighter skin and an inch further up the shaft lay the crown of 16 stitches, holding the new construction together.

The doctor knew exactly what he had done. He had deliberately removed as much skin as possible, giving Mark the highest and tightest all medical male circumcisions. Never again would the teenager be able to pull the skin on the shaft of his penis, over the purplish helmeted glans on the end. Never.

There were many types of male circumcision and he had just given Mark the most radical kind, known as high and tight. For all time, the purplish glans on the end would be permanently exposed. Whether it was in the shower or with his partner in the future, Mark was now a fully circumcised male.

The Doctor told Mark he had finished and told him to go over to the mirror and see.

When he got to the mirror, Mark could see the network of black stitching behind the newly presented glans of his penis and the different shade of skin. Still under the effect of the earlier tranquilizer, the Doctor gave Mark another tablet and a glass of water.

Still in a a happy state, Mark gulped the new tablet down. As he relaxed on the stretcher, Mark had no way of knowing what was in the tablet. Favored by many males older than himself, the tablet he had just been given, was a new form of Viagra. Even more potent than Viagra, Marks newly tighly circumcised penis began to harden.

The doctor watched on, expecting the result. Maybe he had gone too far. Anyway too late now, he thought. Luckily he had used heavy catgut stitching in his work, as Marks erection swelled.

The Doctor suggested to Mark he should get some air. The Doctor opened a balcony door leading out of the surgery, into the yard.

Mark’s heavily stitched and radically tight circumcised cock continued to lead the way in front of him. The Doctor suggested to Mark, he should breathe in some air before going down to lie down in his dormitory. As he sat down on the wall outside Mark, started to come out of the drowsiness. He suddenly realized where he was and what was happening. Mark quickly walked back to the balcony door to the surgery.

This was to be the final part of Mark’s humiliation. The doctor had deliberately shut the thick wooden windowless door. Marks clothes were also now in the medical waste bin, joining the remains of Marks foreskin. No way was Mark going to be allowed back into the room again.

Outside, the last vestiges of the tranquilizer cut in again. As Mark walked slowly back with his still reasonably erect penis, which was now fully and tightly permanently circumcised, Marks humiliation was complete. No more the hero, but the schools number one, example.

As the other boys looked on, not only just now at Marks baldness, they now had the entertainment of Marks circumcision to see. There was nothing the fully naked Mark could do, as he slowly lumbered back to his dormitory. Mark was jeered and heckled.

As males often do, a few wondered why Mark had an erection in front of them and what had happened. Surely an erection was a sign of arousal and many of them from that moment, wondered if Mark’s arousal was due to a possible attraction to other males, distancing him even further.

The remaining four months would pass and when they were over there was no one more relieved than Mark. No traces of what happened now remained, except for Marks permanently altered and tightly skinned member.

It’s permanently nude purplish tightly drummed headed shaft, would mean Mark would always be highly dependent on the female vagina for relief and he fully went on exactly to accomplish that. After school, Mark would go on to follow in his fathers footsteps, entering the shipping business.

Back at the school, Marks punishment became a legend, and from that moment on, there was never any trouble, much to the surprise of the other teachers.

Author: Wayne T.

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