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 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 Prince Albert piercing.
He had never seen one before and it had gone right through the centre of
his friend's glans with a studded ring returning through the eye of his
member.  It had been a foolish Cameron who had accepted his friend Philips
bet on the football, that if his team last that weekend, he would have his
cock pierced with exactly the same type as well.  As with all good bets,
his football team had tried but had been defeated.  By just one point.

   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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