Circumcision
Punishment
By
Wayne T.
A
high school male swimming team makes the finals and the championship. They are
then invited by their sponsor to compete overseas. But things get a little out
of hand. After an evening of partying in a country that’s meant not to have
alcohol, the team find themselves on the outer with the local law. Punishment
is handed out. Action brings consequences as the senior high school students
discover……
Cameron
lay on his back, thinking about what had happened that summer.
The
year had passed quickly and it was a time of reflection. Like his brother Greg,
Cameron was in his high school swimming team. A squad of eight boys in their
final year at school. The amazing thing had been their elevation through a
series of hard fought wins at the pool to championship status. After
unbelievable odds, the team had won their counties final. They were champions.
As part of the swim meet, they of course had sponsors and a chance to compete
further, in a series of friendly games. In their case, their sponsor had been a
Middle Eastern airline. After winning and being crowned champions, the young
men, had formally been invited to compete against similar teams in their
sponsors home country. This they had accepted eagerly along with their coach’s
support. The idea of visiting the Arab State of Ango, expenses paid had
appealed to all. Upon arrival, the eight boys had competed strongly, along with
other teams from other countries. As per usual in swimming, all eight boys had
shaved each others heads completely and totally smooth bald, to be competitive
in the pool.
They
had done well coming in second overall. As Cameron, thought about the wins and
the closeness of the final result, his thoughts turned to what had happened
afterwards.
It
had all gone so wrong after that final day at the pool. Like all teens, the
boys had decided to party it up and unwind. While they knew they should have
been more respectful to the local Ango customs in an Arab state, this had gone
by the wayside.
Whilst
alcohol was pretty hard to get in Ango, there were friends of friends and a
supply had been secured from the shipping port quarter, of the city. What
should have been kept quiet, had developed a life of its own. After consuming quantities
of wine and vodka, away from the coach, the boys had gone on a mission,
travelling drunkenly by foot along the streets, setting of car alarms. It
seemed to be a mission to see who could do the most.
After
more than an hour of this, the boys could hear sirens getting closer. It was
the local police, who had come to investigate. Unfortunately for the eight,
they were in a strange city and unused to their surroundings. Inadvertently in
their drunken haze they had turned around until they had arrived back in one of
the areas, they had already been touching cars to set off the cacophony of
noise. Things had just started to settle down, when the eight had been spotted.
It had been a quick arrest and the eight had been loaded into a van and taken
to the nearby police watch house.
The
watch house police commander spoke little English and an interpreter had been
summoned. Quickly, the boys were identified and a crew from the police station
had gone back to the boy’s accommodation, searching their luggage. In addition
to the remains of the wine and vodka, one of the boys had a number of foils of
marijuana in his bag. They had just finished discovering and collecting the
evidence, when the coach had arrived home. He had been savoring the cities
delights. He was astounded to find the visitors, let alone to discover he was now
under arrest. Confused, the coach was quickly handcuffed and along with the
evidence, was driven a few suburbs away to the police watch house.
Shocked,
annoyed and now afraid, the coach questioned the boys on what was going on. Still
very intoxicated, not realising the gravity of the situation, they mumbled,
sometimes laughing as they recounted on what they had done. Like their coach, all
eight were handcuffed, sitting talking in a holding room. What they had all
failed to realise was the Arab interpreter was recording what they were saying.
After a while, the interpreter left the room and the nine were left sitting.
There didn’t seem to be much to say.
Down
the corridor, a few rooms away, the Police interpreter was summarising the
voice recording into Arabic, for his colleagues. What he had heard and the
recording he had made, was pretty straight forward. Illegal possession of
alcohol, consumption of alcohol, being drunk in public, public disturbance with
the car alarms and possession of marijuana. He had heard all eight boys had all
smoked two foils of the substance, which was also illegal in Ango. He quickly
wrote his summary and took it into his superior in the next room. They spoke in
Arabic for a while, before working the next step. It had been a long evening
for all of them. Approaching the end of shift, things needed to be tidied up
quickly, ready for the coming day.
Just
after midnight, the supervising policeman and the interpreter entered the
holding room where the eight boys and the coach were waiting. A hour had gone by and the boys were continuing to sober up,
along with a now agitated coach. The eight boys were quickly read the offences.
The coach quickly spoke to the interpreter in English. He reasoned they were
just older teenage boys, letting off steam. As no serious damage had been done,
he asked the interpreter if they could be released in the spirit of goodwill.
The interpreter converted the coach’s plea to the Arab police officer.
The
officer pondered for a moment. Visiting tourists he thought. Couldn’t they of
kept their western habits at home or at the very least under raps when visiting
Ango. He knew they did things differently overseas. But it was not his call.
The information had been entered into the bureaucratic police system and the
problem now had a life of its own. He discreetly pointed this out to the interpreter
that the matter was out of his hands. The information was relayed to the
waiting eight. They were to face a Judge in the morning. They were to be kept
at the watch house overnight.
The
night passed slowly for the group. The boys asked the coach what would happen.
He in turn simply didn’t know. It was dawn eventually and the group could hear
the sounds of the strange Arab city, along with its mosques and the start of
build up of street traffic.
They
were offered a mix of the local porridge, along with fresh water. For their
court appearance they would be required to strip and bathe to wash the smell of
the previous evening’s alcohol away. The group took advantage of the semi warm
water emanating from the shower to cleanse themselves.
As
per usual, all eight boys plus the coach had been wearing tight white nylon
swimming briefs under their regular clothing. At first they tried to leave
their white tight nylon briefs on to cover their modesty. However this had not be satisfactory and they had each been told to remove the
briefs. As each pair of swimming trunks came down, all was revealed.
It
had turned out back home that after a similar night of drinking, all eight had
made a pact to be tattooed together. So just underneath the covering of the
briefs to the left of the boy’s pubic hair, each had had a small black
patterned tattoo inked and etched into their skin with a needle to celebrate
their comradeship. As they returned naked to where they had left their clothes,
things had also changed. The clothes had disappeared and a funny looking prison
jacket had been left waiting for each of them. They were instructed to put their
white nylon briefs back on, then for each to put the jacket on. The jacket
appeared to be a waterproof plastic material. The unusual thing was there was a
zip running the full length of each arm. They were told just to put the jackets
on and ignore the zips running along the arms but to do the one up running up
the centre of the front. Each jacket had in Arabic the name meaning
imprisonment, across the back. After the formalities, the nine were each
handcuffed again and put in a holding area ahead of their late morning court
appearance.
Despite,
the good weather and the promise of a good day, the judge was in a bad mood.
His in-laws had been visiting the family home and the constant nagging by his
in-laws had set the tone for the day. The case of the nine was one of the last
before the courts lunch. There were no trials scheduled for the afternoon. Like
all special courts under Ango law, there were no members of the public. Just
offenders and court officials in the tiny chamber.
There
were the usual tables at the front for the judge. In this courtroom for the
prisoners, there were two long steel benches facing each other down the centre
of the room. To the front of these there was a long rail with rings for each
prisoner to be handcuffed, which had been done. The judge read the charges for
the eight plus one for the coach, as being an accessory. Evidence was then
produced on the table plus the interpreter’s accurate summary of the facts.
Words were passed backwards and forward, first in Arabic, then English then
back again. The attitude of a couple of the teenagers didn’t help and this was
made clear through interpretation to the Judge.
The
judge asked the nine for their side of the story before he was to pronounce
sentence and punishment. The resulting information to the judge didn’t seem
like even coming close to an apology for the offences. Despite the eight boys nearly
ready to leave their teenage years, he told them they had behaved like spoilt
children and had not behaved as honorable young men. He berated the coach for
leaving them alone but he could not determine fully the coach’s involvement in
the evidence provided. It didn’t matter he silently reasoned. They were in his
eyes, all guilty.
He
would teach the group before him a well deserved lesson that they would think
about before ever causing trouble again. Like all judges, he hoped his
punishment would make the offenders, think, stop and rehabilitate to be normal
citizens again.
He
wrote the punishment in Arabic into his official court notebook, along each of
nine names listed, showing the interpreter before closing the book. Sentence
had been determined. The matter was now irrevocably decided.
The
interpreter read out the punishment in English to the waiting offenders. It
would be a moment none of them would ever forget.
The
judge spoke chastising the group, which the interpreter relayed. Their behavior
which they had fully confessed and admitted, was childish not be befitting a
man. The judge wanted to set an example in line with his countries standards
and to educate the group from acting like small children in the future. What
came next, none of the group could of guessed in their wildest ever
imagination. After the lecture, sentence was pronounced. All nine would receive
the same punishment. The interpreter’s words in English resonated across the
room.
For
their crimes and lack of goodwill in visiting Ango, all nine would have to
receive full male circumcision.
The
judge reasoned this would help them leave childish behavior behind. It would
also bring them back their honor. The
interpreter explained all Arabic children undergo the procedure to teach them
faith and diligence. Even though the nine were Christian, it was reasoned even
Christians are mentioned in the Bible, as receiving the blessing through the
operation of circumcision.
The
nine understandably were shocked. Greg pulled against his handcuffs trying to
see if he could end the nightmare. Facing him on the other bench, the coach
couldn’t believe this. How could he keep all this quiet and make it all go
away. He however couldn’t, as he was about to find out.
The
group begged the interpreter to pass on request for mercy but the book on the judge’s
desk stayed closed. Quick questions were asked. Could they appeal? What did it
mean? A couple of the boys didn’t know what circumcision was.
The
interpreter relayed the confusion of the group.
The
answers were very simple and were explained. There was no appeal. It had been
decided. The coach asked what if some of the boys like himself were already
circumcised? The answer shocked him. Those amongst the nine who were already
circumcised would also again be fully recircumcised, so all nine of them could
be done as a group. To receive the full circumcision sentence. After this, the nine
would be let go having fulfilled their obligations without any further interest
by the court.
There
was one final shock for the eight boys and the coach. Precisely, one hour after
the court’s adjournment, sentence would be carried out. With that there was a
tap on the judge’s desk and the officials left the room.
The
eight boys and the coach sat on the two benches that faced each other. The
coach explained what circumcision was to the less knowledgeable members of the
group. Out of the eight, there were three of them which had already been
circumcised. Plus also the coach. It had been explained moments ago, anesthetic
would be used and each of them would, be in no doubt afterward, receiving the
fullest and tightest of all Arabic Muslim male circumcisions.
As
they struggled against the handcuffs holding them to the rail, the coach
started to give up in resignation. For him it wouldn’t make any difference. The
boys had played up and now all of them would pay the price. By being
circumcised. Receiving who knows what type of male circumcision, in a strange
land.
The
hour passed in what seemed minutes. The group were shocked to learn they were
going to be done, there and then. To be circumcised. This would now mean some
of the previously intact boys would now be returning home, fully circumcised,
Arabic Muslim style. Ring barked style.
It
was time, as the group clearly saw medical staff enter the room.
The
group was surprised to see other court officials remove paneling in the floor
separating the two benches, revealing a drop down cavity. Its purpose was clear.
To lower the floor and let the medical staff do their
work. To give them access to the prisoners, without the prisoners having to
even be removed. Another of the court officials went round each of the nine
prisoners and unzipping the prison jackets. Cleverly the purpose of the zips
was clear. To enable each jacket to be removed, without undoing the handcuffs
attached to the rail. A strap was then also put around the waist of each of
them, which had the effect of holding them solidly in place to rings mounted in
the back of the bench.
It
was time. As they assembled their gear in the working cavity area in front of
the nine, it was time to remove the nine pairs of white nylon briefs.
A
couple of the boys tried to sit hard down on their clothing to prevent it being
removed but it was futile. One pair tore slightly as unseen hands pulled them
down.
The
staff acknowledged the current condition of the nine male members.
As
procedure, they would cut and circumcise the five uncircumcised boys that had
foreskins first. It would be full and irreversible. Each of the five was told
when he would be done and that he should not struggle as it would make things
worse. The bench arrangement meant that each of the boys and the coach would be
forced to watch and witness the others being circumcised. Also their own
circumcision and humiliation would be visible to the others, accordingly.
Damien
was to be done first. His penis was typical of an uncircumcised male member and
had an extending twirly accordion bit of skin that clearly projected past the
hidden purple mushroom head, concealed underneath. The Doctor was well
practiced in the art and skillfully injected Damien’s cock with four anesthetic
injections and soon it was completely numb. The doctor waited a moment to make
sure. He soon had a pair of lockable serrated tool in his hand which he
attached to the end of the doomed and condemned foreskin, pulling. Carefully
with petroleum jelly, he moved another tool in between the foreskin and the
hidden purple mushroom head underneath. After this final check, the doctor
pulled the lockable tool down again, stretching the skin downward from the
teenagers cock. A nurse was waiting with another lockable clamp and she needed
no instruction on what she had to do next. As the Doctor stretched, the nurse
locked the clamp across Damien’s foreskin as tightly as she could, next to Damien’s
hidden penis glans.
The
foreskin that needed to be removed had now been identified. From up above
Damien could feel the tugging and begged those underneath to stop. Despite the
coach explaining things, Damien didn’t want anyone circumcising him. However it
was to no avail.
It
was time. Time for Damien’s sentence. Time for Damien to be circumcised and
receive his circumcision. The others that could see looked on in pseudo
fascination, knowing they would be next. Damien looked down at what was
occurring in his lap.
Still
stretched out and with the clamp locked in place, Damien watched almost in slow
motion as he saw the scalpel. There was nothing he could do. It was only Damien
in slow motion, as in reality the Doctor ran the scalpel cleanly down the edge
of the clamp severing the foreskin permanently from the rest of the member. The
accordionated pile of foreskin was carefully put to one side. After a minute
the clamp was removed and as Damien looked down he could see the end of his
member resembling a closed clam shell. This was only a small moment though as
the Doctor pushed the sides down and Damien’s now permanently nude purple glans
sprang free. Stitches were next and the tight circumcision was complete. There
had been no compromise and the webbed frenulum underneath, which previously had
opened and closed Damien’s foreskin like a sock, was gone. Replaced by the
removal of the webbed skin, were three black cotton stitches. As the stitches
were pulled into place, the evidence of Damien’s new masculinity was clear. The
mushroom head projected clearly and Damien’s cock was now all one surface skin
tension wise.
As
they finished up, the area was cleaned, a small bandage wrapped around behind
Damien’s new glans. Damien was now permanently circumcised, with a tight
circumcision. He would be truly nude now when naked, like the millions of boys
and men across the globe. The nurse quickly pulled up Damien’s briefs. However,
he would have a new outline now. Now that he was circumcised.
Damien
sat there in shock at his punishment. It wasn’t over yet and he would be forced
to watch his friends undergo the same fate. There was one more bit of
humiliation though for Damien. As part of the rules for the court, there had to
be evidence of each of the individual’s foreskins. Damien felt something being
put on the top of his leg just behind the knee. As he looked down, he realised
what it was. It was his now former foreskin. The nurse carefully put a bit of
clear tape over it, holding it in place on his leg. This was to prove the
circumcision had been carried out properly Arabic Muslim Style, for the Court
officials.
Paul
was next and had a relatively small cock. Damien’s circumcision hadn’t taken
very long and Paul’s was no different. Again the scalpel did its work. Pressing
cleanly and sharply along the edge of the locking clamp.
Mark,
Peter and Ian followed suit until the five previously uncircumcised boys had
been done.
Ian
thought to himself, I’ll get out of this. I’ll go to a medical centre and have
them put the piece of skin back on. But what Ian didn’t know, it was fully
illegal in Ango to reverse a circumcision. Even if it were possible, there
wouldn’t be enough time for the already dying piece of foreskin to be saved. Also
as Ian would find out, the court would not be returning any of the foreskins
and they would end up being destroyed.
The
five boys apart from Ian had now accepted their fate and had been fully
circumcised, with their penis glans now permanently nude underneath their nylon
briefs. As the stinging and new adjustment increased, the angry circumcisions
caused Paul and Peter’s members an increase in swelling. Their ends of their
new members were now clearly visible in the nylon fabric.
The
other four had been horrified. They were already circumcised. How would they
end up being circumcised if they were already? They had waited for the fate of
their new circumcision. And now it was time.
Redoing
a circumcision was nothing for the medical staff. It would be done as per order
of the court. Greg was first. Like his brother Cameron, they had been
circumcised by their Mother & Father at birth. As a circumcised male, Greg’s
cock typically had a circumcision scar around the shaft, with a slightly
different skin color behind the glans. As per infant circumcision there were no
stitches or stitch marks. However this was about to change.
Very
carefully as Greg’s bonds held him in place, the Doctor and nurse ran a scalpel
around Greg’s member after injecting the anesthetic around his infant
circumcision scar. An upward cut was made in the outer skin, till the doctor
was satisfied. Again very carefully, the scalpel did its work, circumventing
the shaft. The end result was a strip of skin which then separated and dropped
between Greg’s legs. The edges were quickly sewn up with black stitches and
Greg now had a particularly tight adult male circumcision. Arab Muslim style.
Like the others, the piece of removed skin was taped to his leg above the knee.
His
brother Cameron followed, as did another of boys, Chris. In the case of Chris,
his original circumcision hadn’t been done properly and as well as the strip of
shaft skin, the Doctor removed totally the forgotten
frenelum. Chris now had hardly any movement in the shaft skin of the cock,
having now finally at last, been truly circumcised.
As
he had looked on nervously, the coach realised he was now the ninth member of
the punishment. He was already tightly circumcised. As before, anesthetic was
administered. The Doctor pondered this final bit of surgery. The court ruling
was quite clear.
Like
the last few, he cut along the coach’s circumcision scar. Even soft, there was
hardly any movement in the skin of his shaft. Making just a small cut, the
doctor ran again his scalpel carefully round his male shaft. The stitches went
in joining the wound. As they did, the mushroom head of the coaches cock,
started to tilt down. The angle of skin removed had been in the coach’s
original circumcision but the doctor had made it worse. Hurridly, the doctor
finished up and there were now nine fully circumcised male members with their owners
chained to the railing. Each with the evidence taped above their knee.
The
Doctor informed the officials of the completion of his work. As per procedure
the foreskins taped onto each of prisoners legs was examined and the sentence
was deemed to of been carried out. As the tape holding the foreskins were
removed from the prisoner’s legs, Ian cried out. “Where are you taking that?”
But it was to no avail, as the court officials didn’t understand English.
As
the nine were released and allowed to get dressed, Ian was still protesting.
Until he finally realised. He was now a fully circumcised male. Not with just
any circumcision but with the tightest of all known circumcisions, an Arab
Muslim circumcision. A circumcision that no surgery would or could ever do, to
reverse. He wondered what his girlfriend back home would think. He had already
been having sex with her. Would she wonder about him? He was still pondering
this as he ran his hand across the sandpaper stubble of his fully shaved head.
Talk about being nude, he thought.
Cameron’s
thoughts returned to the present. They had all survived their trip to Ango.
What
the rest of the group hadn’t ever discovered was that Cameron was gay. The
tightness and circumstances of his circumcision had only heightened his sexual
interest. Upon his return from Ango, Cameron had hooked up another guy one
evening at a friend’s party. He had been surprised to discover when he pulled
down his pants on the way home, that his friend Philip had been pierced with a
reverse
Stretched
on the table in the tattoo piercing lounge, the piercing needle pushed through Cameron’s
purple mushroom glans. A studded ring with a ball was soon inserted and as with
one of the special new types of piercing rings, the ends were pushed together
locking, preventing an easy separation of the ends.
After
a few drinks that night, Cameron and Philip got undressed and slid into bed.
Philip ran his hand over Cameron’s 18 year old newly reshaved bald head. Soon
he was fucking him from behind, in domination.
Cameron’s
soft cries, added to the slapping of the noise of Philip’s body against his
back and buttocks. Philip was also circumcised. As his erection found its
target, Philip’s circumcised cock and piercing entered Cameron in total
dominance. A favor Cameron would gladly repay to others in the future.
Author:
Wayne T.
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