You know, it was funny, I'd been thinking that very thing. Me and Darren, we'd gone out for the evening. Doc was working, see, he's writing this book, and although me and Darren practically live round there now, he doesn't like any noise going on, like the telly or anything while he's doing what he calls his Research.

You ain't going to be surprised when I tell you what it's about, neither. He reckons there are people around who'd be interested in a book about Circumcision. It's going to have a chapter about me and Darren. Never thought I'd ever be in a book. So we both went off to the pub. Course, Darren's only just old enough to drink there, but we've been going there for years and the landlord turns a blind eye. It's just round the corner from us. In fact, it's the actual pub where one night my older brothers met the guy who massacred my foreskin. I expect you remember about that, and about how Doc made it right again.

Anyway, we both sat down, and we'd just about finished the first pint when I had to go and take a leak. Now, since Doc tidied me up I feel a lot different about blokes looking at me while I'm pissing. I used to hide it away, careful like, and if I saw anyone peeking I'd give them an old-fashioned look. 'Cause, let's face it, my cock used to be a mess, and I was real ashamed of it. Besides, even if I've never been one hundred per cent what you'd call straight, I was married to that rat-bag Sylvia, Darren's mum. I was even more or less faithful to her. So I felt guys should keep their eyes to themselves. Different story now, of course.

Different looking cock, too. Doc's an ace circumciser, and what he did with Darren's looked terrific. Of course with mine he was working on a cock that bastard had already butchered, so it can't look quite so good, but anyway he still made it a weapon to be proud of. So when I could see the feller next to me at the trough having a close look, I let it all hang out, like they say, and had a look at his as well. It didn't look bad, I must say, and a fair size, and I noticed he had quite a bit of skin which he pulled back out of the way. We was standing there pissing for quite a while.

You know, there was something familiar about him. I couldn't place it at first, but I knew I knew him. We'd both finished pissing, and I looked up from his cock to his face. More and more I thought, I know you, but it just wouldn't come. Now those places are a bit dodgy, you never know who's going to come in, but I gave his cock a quick feel, and he did mine. Felt a bit of all right too, I can tell you. He wasn't a bad looking bloke, either, couple of years older than me, maybe, with good muscles under his T-shirt. I was starting to come up hard by then, and so was he. I ran his foreskin back, to see how far it would go, and it slipped back nice and easy. Meanwhile, he was having a real close look at mine.

"You've been circumcised, haven't you?" he said. "That's recent, isn't it?"

D'you know, it still didn't click. I didn't want to make a long story of it, so I said, "Few months back. Why, don't you like them that way?"

"Just the opposite," he said. "I really only like circumcised cocks. It looks great. Who did it for you, then?"

And that's when I knew. When he said that, it came to me, all of sudden, like, and I nearly blew it. See, now I knew who he was, and I nearly said "You did, you bastard". Because somehow, something in the way he said it, I knew he was the bloke who'd taken the kitchen scissors to my cock when I was still a teenager.

But I didn't blow it. All I said was, "Had it done by the doctor."

"On the National Health?" he said.

"Private".

"Bet that cost you."

"A bit" I said, thinking to myself, not as much as it's going to cost you, sunshine.

I was thinking hard, then, how I could get him. I'd had some ideas what was going to happen when I did, but it needed to be nice and easy, no trouble. I was just thinking if I could get him to come back with us, when he played right into my hands.

"I could have done it for nothing," he said. "I've circumcised quite a few guys in my time."

"I bet you have," I thought, "and I hope they were better than you did for me."

Then I said, casual like, "Have you, now? I bet that's a turn-on. I've always wanted to watch one of those. You a doctor, then?"

"Male nurse," he said.

"Christ, I didn't know you guys ever got to get the knife on some-one."

"From time to time," he said, and he grinned. It was a really evil grin. "Besides, there's a lot goes on the general public doesn't hear about. Specially in private hospitals."

"I'll bet," I said. "Mind you, I notice you've not been done yourself."

"Christ, no. I mean, don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't get cut for any money. Not my style at all."

"But you circumcise other blokes?"

"That's different. I mean, that's his cock, not mine." He grinned again.

"Watch this space," I thought. Then I looked at him, straight. "Don't suppose there's a chance of getting to see you do a circumcision."

"Might be," he said. Then he looked at me and he gave that really evil grin again. "That kid that's with you", he said. "He yours, then?"

"Step-son," I said. I knew what he was getting at.

"Circumcised?"

Well, there it was, handed to me on a plate. I knew Darren was, because I'd had it done for him. I took him to Doc, not really thinking he'd wear it, and Doc turned out to like the idea as much as I did. That was one of the great moments of my life, watching Doc take his scalpel to Darren's dick and dock that perfect foreskin. Darren says it was one of his, too. And now I could see this bloke had the same idea. Too late now, sunshine, I thought.

Well, I wanted him to come back with us to Doc's, and that would certainly bring him, so I didn't hesitate.

"Funny you should say that," I said. Then I tried to grin back at him in the same evil way. Actually, what with remembering Darren being circumcised and thinking about the surprise this guy was going to get, it wasn't difficult.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"He wouldn't like it much" I said, remembering just how much he had liked it, and how much he'd liked watching me get mine done, and how he'd nearly gone crazy when Doc took the skin off the skinhead. You know, it was really interesting and I enjoyed it, but Darren nearly went clean over the top, sadistic little bastard.

"Wouldn't get the option, would he?", says the bloke.

"You sure you've done it before? I mean, I don't want the poor little bleeder's cock cut off or anything. You'd do it nicely for him, wouldn't you"

"Course I would. I tell you, I know what I'm doing."

"What about the scalpels and things? Where you going to get them? And what about the anaesthetic?"

I wanted him to tell me about it, because he didn't know it, but what he was saying was all about himself.

"Anaesthetic, what anaesthetic? He's a big lad, isn't he? We'll find something to take it off with, that's not difficult." Then he said the same words Doc said. "After all, it's only a bit of skin."

I loved hearing that. See, it is just a bit of skin, but he didn't know just how much it was going to hurt to lose it, not yet anyway. But I do, and so does Darren. We know exactly! I can't describe what it feels like. There's nothing else like it, so you're just going to have to use your imagination, because I can tell you being circumcised hurts so fucking much, and it's so fucking wonderful at the same time. And this guy was going to find that out, the way I did, and Darren did. Think about it. Maybe you should, too.

Anyway, like I said, I was thinking real quickly, and I said "OK, when?"

"What's wrong with right now?"

I shook my head. "Only one problem. He's a big lad, and I don't think he'd go much on the idea of being circumcised. Might cut up a bit rough".

"Don't you know anyone who might help?"

I pretended to think for a moment. This guy was really turned on by the idea, and I liked that, because he was rushing ahead himself, and he didn't know what I had in mind for him.

"Well", I said, a bit doubtfully, "I do know someone who might be interested. Tell you what. I'll go out and give him a ring. If he's in we'll go back to my place and he'll come round. You keep an eye on us, and when we go out, you follow. Give it a moment before you come out of here".

"You worried?" he said.

"Well I ain't ever done nothing like this before. Better safe than sorry".

"OK" Then he held out his hand. "The name's Chris".

"Terry".

I went out and back to Darren. He's a bright kid and all I said was "We're taking a bloke back to Doc's". He knew what I meant at once, and his eyes lit up. "He thinks it's for you, so act totally dumb. I'm going to ring Doc now."

As I went to the phone the guy came back into the bar. Of course, I knew Doc was home, working on his book, and when he answered I clued him up in a few well-chosen words. He laughed.

"I always hoped you'd meet him," he said. "I'll be ready".

Then I went back to Darren, he finished his beer and we left. As we went into the carpark I looked back to check that our new friend was following us out to the car. D'you know, it couldn't have been easier. I drove round to the back door of Doc's place. Nobody spoke much. Chris was sat next to me, and I could feel the tension in him, sitting there wondering what Darren's cock was like and how much skin he could take off it. He was feeling his own cock from time to time. As we turned one corner under a lamp I could see the shape outlined in his jeans. I was sweating too, because this was going to be my show, my revenge.

I'm not vindictive, not usually, but this was different. This guy had hurt my cock, but what was worse, he'd hurt my pride. Well, I was going to hurt him, and I was going to hurt him a lot. All the things he was anticipating for Darren were going to happen to him, only more. I didn't dare think about it, or I might have got too excited, and shot my load, or even crashed the car. In fact the cool one was Darren. I could feel he was going to enjoy watching, I knew that, but there wasn't a sign he knew what was going to happen.

We got out of the car and went in Doc's back door. I opened it and went through into the darkened kitchen. Doc was right behind it, and as Chris came through, Doc stepped out at his back and put a pad soaked in ether under his nose. When he inhaled to shout out "What the…?", he filled his lungs with the vapour.

He buckled at the knees, and we caught him as he fell. Doc held the pad to his face again, to put him really under, then we carried him to the surgery, stripped him, taped him up till he couldn't move and sat back to wait for him to come round. It wasn't long before he was conscious again, lying trussed up on the couch with his legs apart. We took the chance of shaving his cock and balls completely clean of hair while he was out cold. After all, we didn't want him wriggling while we did it and cutting himself on the razor. Any cutting here was certainly not going to be an accident. I don't know if you've ever been shaved down there. If you have you'll know how naked it makes you look. And feel. His cock and balls looked really vulnerable like that, with his hands taped behind him and his legs spread open. Doc had taped his mouth, too, so he could only twist and turn in his bonds, but we'd arranged him so he had a good view of himself.

"Right," said Doc, "we're going to do this properly. We know who you are, but you don't know who we are. And that's how it's going to stay. Except for one thing. You see, you've met one of us before. I'm going to show you something."

He got out a photograph which I recognised. It was the one he'd taken just before he re-adjusted my cock, with the skin all lumpy and hacked about where Chris had taken the scissors to it. He'd really butchered that prick, and the photo showed it all very clear.

"Recognise your own handiwork? You did that, and someone else had to clean up after you. Show him".

I unzipped and took it out. I was half-hard, and though I say it as shouldn't, it didn't look bad, especially compared to the damaged goods in the photo. I should think we were about the same size, him and me. He looked at it.

"You don't remember me," I said. "But I remember you. And it's my turn. You cut me about, so I'm going to cut you. Remember what you said when you thought you were going to get at this kid here? No anaesthetic, it's only a bit of skin. Well, you're going to find out about that."

He wriggled and twisted, but the adhesive tapes held fast. He couldn't move, and he couldn't speak. But I wanted him to speak, I wanted him to plead, so I pulled the tape from his mouth.

"What you got to say, then?"

"Oh Christ, what you going to do with me. It was a joke, honest it was. I wasn't going to hurt the kid, God's truth I wasn't. Don't cut me, please, oh God, please don't touch my cock, I'll do anything, but don't touch my cock."

"Lying bugger" I said. "You came here to get my kid's foreskin. You never saw him before and you were going to circumcise him. How were you going to do it, with the scissors like you circumcised me? A pair of blunt scissors, was that it? How many other guys have you cut like that?"

I could see he was going to deny that too. Doc had left a tray of instruments by the couch. I picked up a scalpel as I was speaking, and I touched the tip of his foreskin with the sharp point.

"The truth, now," and I moved the blade a fraction of an inch. It didn't even pierce the skin, but he could feel its sharpness. "Five," he whispered, "plus you makes six. I know who you are now. You're the kid, you were the first one. I told your brothers I'd done them before, but you were the first." He took a deep breath. "Please don't circumcise me. I need my foreskin. It's a part of me."

I shook my head.

"Mine was a part of me. You took it. I'm taking yours. You didn't care how you left me. I was lucky, I found someone to make it look right. Yours isn't going to look right, ever again. I'm going to see to that."

He went very pale. "You can't do it," he said. I looked at Darren who looked back at me in anticipation.

"I can, you know. And I'm going to. I'm going to mutilate that dick for you like you did mine, and you can't stop me."

Over the months I'd known Doc, we'd talked about this day, never really thinking it would happen. We'd agreed I got to do what I wanted, and he'd do any patching up needed afterwards. We had even had some ideas what to do. So when I looked at the instrument tray, I wasn't surprised that it had most of the things I needed.

Some of them were not exactly standard.

I put down the scalpel I'd been holding. Then, taking his cock in my hand, I felt it gently. You could tell he was thinking about what was going to happen because he was half-hard, like me, and like me he stiffened as I touched it.

I knew then he was like me and Darren. For all he pleaded, secretly, in his heart he wanted to feel that knife. I ran the foreskin back over the crown. It went easily, smoothly back, revealing a big bright purplish cock-head, beautifully rounded. The eye was big, and the lips sprang apart as I pressed it.

I pushed the foreskin back until it tightened against the shaft. Chris's cock was almost erect now, and the tension I was placing on the frenulum made it stand out, pulling the front of the glans downwards and drawing the lips together.

Sitting on the tray was a Yale key. I picked it up and put it to the lips of that cock. Chris stiffened and tried to pull away as the cold metal tip entered the meatus. I pushed and it slid in as if the cock-eye was a keyhole, I suppose for about an inch and a half. Chris gave a little moan as the rough edges left their mark in the sensitive floor of his piss-tube. I stopped, then holding his cock-head in my left hand, with my right I turned the key. The serrated edge scored its way into the flesh of the inside of his tube. As the key turned it distorted the eye, till instead of a vertical slit it was almost a horizontal one. I turned further, and with each movement the sharp key did more damage to the tender lining of the tube. Chris gasped and sweated, but I could see he had decided to deny me the pleasure of hearing him cry out. So much the better. I knew that could not last.

I held his cock firmly to increase the pressure and the pain. Right the way round I turned, until the key was vertical again, then with a sharp movement I pulled it free. He gasped, and went pale, but did not cry out. I could see Darren watching, fingering his cock which stood out in his jeans. Mine was now as hard as a rock, and to my surprise Chris too had stayed almost erect.

I put down the key. From the tray I took a surgical needle, complete with its old-fashioned cotton suture. With my left hand I pulled the foreskin forward again, covering the glans. Roughly I pulled and twisted it, till the skin stood clear of the head, then I thrust the needle through and pulled until the rough suture held the skin. I knotted it and pulled tight. As the loop of thread tightened it pulled the edges of the foreskin together. There were more sutures on the tray, and I put three of them in, tightly closing the entry in the foreskin with stitches that bit hard into it. It did not take more than a moment or so, but as the last suture sealed the cock-head I felt Chris shudder. I knew he was trying not to cry out.

From the tray I took the tube of Superglue, which bonds tightly, permanently. One smear on the foreskin, one roll between my thumb and forefinger and Chris's cock-head was locked away for good. Only the knife would set it free.

"Now," I said. "Time we marked the cut, I think". Doc told me about that. When he does a circumcision on your average Joe, he marks the place he's going to cut with a coloured marker pen. I took the sealed up tip in my hand and pulled it as hard as I could. "I'm going to mark where I think I'll make the cut," I said.

"It may not be a very straight line, and if you pull away it could go anywhere. So you hold still, sunshine."

Then I ran the marker round his shaft, just about half way along it, where the cut was going to be. It wasn't a perfect circle, but it wasn't bad, only just as I got round underneath he twitched a bit and the line veered off toward his balls.

"Pity about that" I said, "because when I circumcise you I'm going to follow that line."

He looked horrified. "You can't. Oh please no, let it alone. I'll do anything for you, just don't circumcise me. I couldn't bear to be cut, it's like being branded for life. It's all right for you, but I couldn't stand the shame of it.

I'll be your slave for ever, only don't cut me."

"You'll be my slave for ever, anyway," I said. See, I'd been watching his cock.

The more it hurt the harder it got. I could understand that, because me and Darren felt the same about Doc. If a man circumcises you, then in some way you are his, if he knows how to make use of that knowledge. Chris hadn't known that when he circumcised me. I could see he must have found out over the years since then, but now the tables were turned. I picked up the scalpel.

Doc is good at this. I'd never done it before, but I knew what I wanted to do.

I pressed the sharp edge at the mark on the top surface of his cock, pressing against the yielding skin, which gave before it. A little more pressure and slowly, slowly the point sank into Chris's foreskin. As the skin parted, he gave a small moan of resignation. I followed the line carefully round the shaft.

Underneath is that sort of line that runs from the tip right back to behind the balls. I stopped when I got there. By this time Chris was making little whimpering noises, but I paid no heed.

I put the scalpel point under the skin of the top surface again and began to cut the other side. The blade cut through the cock-skin like butter. I followed the line I had drawn, very, very slowly so that he felt every second. Underneath the marked line wasn't straight. He had done that himself, when he twitched, and I followed the line he'd made. The blade slit through the skin, down towards the base of the cock-shaft, then back to join the first cut. The skin parted, and I pulled the cut edges apart, exposing the shaft. It was red and glistening. When Doc circumcised the skinhead he'd taken all the skin and left the shaft flayed and naked, and I thought of that, but instead I wanted Chris to have a cock like mine had been, misshapen and ravaged. So I let the skin slip back and looked at the tip. It was sealed and stitched shut for good.

I pushed the foreskin right forward over the knot of skin the stitches I'd made.

I pulled it till it was tight. On the tray was a larger, heavier scalpel than I had been using, and I picked it up. I felt the knot of stitched-up skin, then raising the scalpel I slashed at it. Once, and the foreskin came half free. Twice, and only a thin bridge of skin remained. At each blow Chris gave a short sharp cry. I took the almost severed foreskin in one hand, the edge that was still attached in the other and pulled, hard. As I pulled Chris screamed, and the skin tore free. I had circumcised him.

His eyes told me he was beaten, and my slave.

As I watched, the skin I had left him fell back into place on his ravaged cock-shaft. To one side where my line had been firm there was enough slack skin to let Doc leave a big scar when he put it together. That was the side I'd torn, too, so the edge would be messy, just like mine had been. The other side there wasn't enough skin left to meet, so he'd always have a gap there, and Doc would pull the top and the bottom so tight he'd have a job getting a hard on. In fact he'd have a cock that was butchered, just like he'd left mine.

But I wasn't quite finished. See, I'd found Doc, who'd tidied me up. I thought I'd probably massacred the bastard's foreskin so no one could do the same for him, but I wasn't taking no chances. I could see that Doc didn't want to watch the last bit, but Darren did. I picked up my scalpel again and I grabbed the cock-head. I couldn't believe it, it was still hard as a rock. Despite all his pleas, he really must have wanted his circumcision so badly, wanted a master to take total control of his cock. I'd taken that control, and I'd taken his skin, and now I was going to leave my signature.

I slashed once across the naked cock-head, from edge to edge. The scalpel cut deep into the cushion of flesh. Then once vertically, cutting right down from the horizontal mark, through the flesh of the glans, through the meatus and away. And as his almost severed cock head fell gaping into a rough letter T, branded more surely on him than by fire, at last with a great shuddering scream he climaxed. In the same moment Darren and I tore our cocks free from our jeans, and our semen mixed with his as we too came.

Not quite the end of the story.

I was right about Chris.

You might have thought he'd shop us to the police, or something. But I'd seen the look of the slave in his eyes. I knew we were all right. Doc tidied him up, and we put him in the cellar to sleep that night. That's a couple of months ago, now. We don't treat him bad, on the whole. He's not the world's greatest slave, he must be the world's most obedient one. Course, I'm his master, and he does what I say, but it's Darren he's scared of. And sometimes, when I see the look in Darren's eyes, I can see why.