I met Charlie at a party that was being thrown by a friend of mine. Yeah, he was a really nice looking guy, about 27 year old. We had a little small talk and finally he asked me what I do. So I told him that I am a doctor and I practice urology. He told me he was a construction worker who specialized in plumbing. Then, jokingly, he said we sort of do the same thing. I must have looked at him like he was from some other planet. "Because I could work on the plumbing for your house and you could work on the plumbing for my cock."

I laughed out loud. And then there was a dead moment and I thought our party talk was going absolutely nowhere so I began glancing around the room. 

And then he asked me an extremely loaded question: "so how many circumcision have you done?"

Well, as a professional urologist I have performed several circumcisions but the question came out of the blue and he had a look in his eye that looked like a little puppy begging for food at the dinner table.

Finally, I said, "I've lost count. It's just part of my profession."

"Have you ever performed a circumcision that was not medically necessary?"

"Some men have come to me and asked to be circumcised. Of course insurance doesn't cover unnecessary surgery but these men wanted it for personal reasons. Why are you so interested in this?"

Charlie was very cagey at that point. He said, "Oh, I don't know. I think it's a little weird. That men willingly go and get part of their dick cut off."

My retort was, "It isn't weird at all. Many of these men have felt inferior or felt that they have missed out on something really terrific. And so if a little elective surgery is all it takes to give your ego a boast, it's just as good as seeing a therapist."

"Yeah, I guess." And a short silence came upon us. We each took a sip from our drinks and we looked around the room at all those guys talking to each other.

I don't know what I was thinking. Perhaps it was the third cocktail which lowered my guard but I finally broke the silence with, "Are you circumcised?"

"Nope." He answer was curt. He turned to me and smiled. "Why? You wanna circumcise me?"

We both laughed.

"Can you afford me?"

"I couldn't afford it besides . . ."

I interrupted him, "Well if you really want it, I could work out a deal. I may even do it for free."

"I'm not ready for that!"

The word "ready" stuck in my mind. I thought I should invite him out. Suddenly, he said he had to go home because he had an early day the next day. "But if you ever have need for a plumber, here's my card." He handed me his business card and left.

He was by far the most stimulating person I met at that party and once he left, I followed shortly after.

***

About three months went by and the basement shower which was connected to my "play room" was backing up. If a person took a shower for longer than three minutes, you would end up standing in several inches of water which was very unpleasant. I knew I had to call a plumber to fix this and that was when I decided to call Charlie.

He came over on a Friday afternoon, right on time. I showed him the shower. He fixed it in about two hours. 

When he was finished, he thanked me for his business. And showed me the shower and how the drain was not draining properly because a great deal of hair had gotten in the drain. 

I told him how sometime guests shave their balls and pubic area in that shower and that's where that hair came from.

Then he asked, pointing to the room next to the shower, "what's in there?"

"Oh, that! ... um, that's my ... um, play room." 

"Playroom?! You mean like a dungeon?"

"Sort of. You want to see?"

He nodded his head and I unlocked the door. There, in all it's glory, was my strap table with all the medical equipment on the shelves.

"What kind of dungeon is THIS?!"

"It's my circumcision room."

"Your WHAT!?"

"It's reserved for very special uncut guys who want very VERY special treatment when they are ready to get cut - free of charge, of course. And I have never disappointed anyone."

"That's a little freaky."

"Joking aside. Very few guys actually get cut on this table. It's mostly fantasy and fun. It's all consensual and no one is ever harmed."

I could tell he was feeling a little squeamish. Then he asked, "what do you mean by fantasy?"

"Guys that have circumcision fantasies. They want to get circumcised but not really so we get together and play like they're getting cut. It's fun."

Charlie harumphed. "I'll send you my bill."

***

Charlie never sent me a bill. Three months later he called and told me he was interested in "playing" around as I had described to him on that day all those months ago. 

Boy, I could not wait to see what he looked like with his clothes off. Nor could I wait to see his intact cock.

He said he would only come and play if he could be guaranteed that I would not circumcised him. I told him not to worry about a thing, that I would not do anything at anytime that would be against his will. 

So he came over.

On that day when he arrived, I had 4 decks of regular playing cards; two pairs of which were identical. I showed him downstairs to my playroom. 

"Hey, Charlie. It's good to see you."

I began by showing him the two of the decks of cards and begin to shuffle them right in front of Charlie. Then I say, "You know, you never sent me a bill for the work you did on that shower."

"Yeah, you got me flustered about this fantasy you described."

"First, I think you should disrobe." I kept shuffling the cards. "Come on!" I kept shuffling the cards. 

My lack of speech finally gave him the idea that I meant business.

"Remember what I said when we talked on the phone." 

"Ah, that! Charlie, listen." I finish shuffling the cards and spread out the two shuffled decks and say, "It really isn't fun unless if there is even a small remote chance that you will indeed get cut, and are willing to do so." I pointed to the two decks. "Pick a card. I don't want to see it - just pick a card and then put it in this envelope." 

He picked a card and put it in the envelop. I told him to sign the back of the sealed envelope. While he did that I shuffled the other pair of cards. 

"This is what I offer you, Charlie. I'm gonna pull a card from these other cards I'm shuffling. I will then draw a card, like you did with those other two decks. If the card you drew is identical to the card I draw, then you get cut. The odds are a one out of 106 chance that you will get circumcised. But you've got to be willing to take that chance or it really isn't any fun."

Charlie was physically breathing nervously. He was down to his white briefs. He stood there before me like a lamb to the slaughter. I smiled at him. I picked my card without him looking at it, put the card in the envelope, sealed it and had Charlie sign the seal of the second envelope. 

"So, are you in? Or do you want to go?"

"I'm in." I could see he was almost trembling. Was he in terror? Or was he cold? "Charlie, take off the shorts and lay down on the examination table."

I brought over a medical blanket which had a hole cut out in the middle. I fed his flaccid cock through the hole and I let the blanket drape his body. "Are you more comfortable now?" 

"Yeah."

"Relax. Take a few deep breaths. I sense your breath is very shallow. I think you need to breath and know that nothing will happen to you that you don't want. You are in complete control. Trust me." I'm sure he thought, "Famous last words from his last victim, too." I really sensed his fear.

I put my hands on his stomach and closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to stimulate Charlie to calm down. After a little while, he did indeed calm down. 

"So tell me, Charlie, what do you hope to achieve by being here?"

"I have had a real love/hate relationship with my foreskin. I love being uncut. But I am so fascinated by cut cocks that I want to have one. I know that my choice on this is a one way street. And I also know it would be too bad to have it done when I'm some old guy. So . . ."

"So, do you want to be cut or not?"

"I ... I don't know."

"Charlie, the question is simply this. Are you willing to give me permission to circumcise you if the cards are identical? If you say 'no', then you can just get dressed and go home. The chances aren't very high. One in 106."

"I'm okay with it. Yes."

"Okay."

I began by tying his ankles firmly to the examination table which, on a few occasion, has been known to be an operating table but only for circumcisions. I worked my way up to his thighs and tied him down there. I put a tight strap across his chest but not too tight so he could breath. I tied down his wrists and then his for arms/shoulders. I put his head under a soft pillow. 

"Let's take a look at your cock." 

Wow. He had a very beautiful cock with a great deal of foreskin. You could not see any bit of cock head. At first glance I thought he may even have phimosis. So I gently retracted his foreskin and it retracted very easily. I began playing with it and he got hard very quickly.

And now it was time to blow his mind.

"Charlie. Try and get out of the restrains." He tugged and pulled. "You're not trying hard enough." He really was trying.

"I can't."

"So if I wanted to circumcise right now, there not a thing you could do. Right?"

"Don't scare me."

"Isn't that the point?"

So I gagged him. He resisted and began screaming. Then I blind folded him. I soothed him by playing with his cock and edged him a bit. His body was responding to the sexual attention. I pulled on his foreskin and stretched it. Pealed the skin back. I could tell he was having a good time - finally. 

"Charlie, I'm not going to look at the cards we picked. I'm going right for the knife."

I took out a pin wheel with a very dull blade on it, sort of like a pizza cutter. It couldn't possibly cut skin. If you pressed very hard, perhaps you could cause a bruise. I pressed hard on him and said, "It's just a small cut."

He started reacting with heavy breathing again. I pulled back his foreskin all the way back as tight as it could go. 

"This is what it would feel like when you are cut." And while keeping the skin back, I put lube on my other hand and stroked him until him came all over the blanket and I kept stroking and he was writhing in painful ecstasy until finally his cock went soft.

When he was finally untied, he asked me where the cut was. I insured him that he would find no cut because it is all fantasy. There was no knife and I showed him the little pin wheel knife.

He said, "This wouldn't even cut through soft butter!"

"I told you, you had nothing to worry about! So, you want to look at the cards?" He was smiling at me. 

We opened the envelopes and there were staring at us were two identical two-of-hearts.

"Well, you son of a bitch. You realize that you should have been cut just now."

"You wouldn't have really."

"Oh, yes I would!"

"Really. I mean. You really REALLY would have circumcised me if you opened the cards first?"

"Yes, Charlie. I would. You can shower. You know where it is."

I left him to shower by himself and went up stairs. Ah, well. One that got away. And I was pissed at myself.

**

Six weeks passed and Charlie calls again. He liked our little play time and he wanted a repeat of the experience. I told him that from now on, he must come with his pubic area completely shaved.

I wanted him to experience something exceptional. I asked him to disrobe and sit on the exam table. 

"So, Charlie, I am going to show you pictures of circumcisions. If you could be cut, what would you like it to look like."

As he was going through the book of photographs, Charlie started getting hard and even in its fully erect state the prepuce completely covered the glans. Finally he stopped at a cock with a dark brown ringed scar. "That one."

"So you would want a circumcision scar to be that prominent!"

"If I ever get cut, I may as well be proud about it." 

Let me show you something. I pulled back his foreskin tight and showed him the frenulum on is cock pulled down the head of his cock and made it bend. I told him that he could retain the uncut look and have a better feeling of a cut cock if the frenulum was cut. 

He wanted to know if this was the same as last time. I told him that I am increasing the stakes by placing TWO bets on the table. One, he would get the full circumcision or the cut frenulum. 

I instructed him to pick a card from one deck thereby changing the odds to one out of 52 and he would get fully cut. And on a piece of paper to write the words either "heads" or "tails." The coin toss (a 50/50 chance) would be for the frenulum cut.

He went for it but by the end of that evening he still walked out of my house completely intact.

It was not until our fourth session, that he finally lost - the coin toss that is. 

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Well, of course it's gonna hurt but it will be done before you know it."

"Aren't you supposed to numb it with an injection or something?"

"You will only get local anesthesia if your getting the real cut. This is minor. Okay?"

I fully prepped the area.

"Do you really have to do this?"

"Trust me. You're going to love it. So brace yourself. Here goes."

And with one quick swipe with my sterile scalpel, I made a clean slice through his frenulum about one centimeter. 

"AH! Fuck! That hurt!"

I instructed him how to take care of the wound.

**

Two months later, he called me again. I knew he'd be back, even after I gave him that little scar. He told me how it feels when he pulls back his foreskin and that his dickhead flares out like a cut cock. He thanked me because it almost looks like a cut cock when he pulls back the skin. 

But now that I got his frenulum cut, the only next possible choice was full circ. And I didn't think he wanted it nor was ready for that. But he insisted so we continued. 

I kept changing the odds - FOR MONTHS!! He was one very lucky bastard. He kept his foreskin and always left happy. I guess it wasn't meant to be.

Then one day, we began our usual play date. He undressed. We had a great deal of trust at that point. We had been playing this circumcision game for a little over a year at this point.

"I have some bad news for you," he said. He told that he received a really great offer to move to Florida. And this was probably going to be the last time we saw each other. I told him I knew a very good urologist in Miami which he could go to if he ever could finally decide whether circumcision was for him. He told me he would think about it. Then he said, "When I really want to get cut, I promise I will come back so you can do it. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. "You really are very lucky. You should go to Vegas."

"What do you mean lucky?"

"I kept changing the stakes and you're still uncut."

He laid back on the exam table and gave me that big puppy dog face. He said, "did it ever occur to you that I may have been losing all along. The day I get circumcised, will be my lucky day."

There he was, shaved pubic area, foreskin entirely covering his glans. He no longer breathed out of control nor was he uncomfortable or cold.

"Do I really have to strap you down?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's comforting. There hasn't been a single time you didn't tie me up so why stop now?"

I began strapping him down like I had always done. Slowly securing each limb so he could not move an inch. My makeshift circumstaint.

"So what's it gonna be this time? The odds, I mean." He was curious.

"A simple coin toss."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as I finished up.

A coin toss. That's right. A 50/50 chance was to determine the destiny of this young man's penis. 

"Okay. Call it. Heads or tails."

"Heads," he said without hesitation.

I flipped the coin wildly into the air, it was spinning, glistening. I caught it with my right hand and flipped it over on to my wrist to look at the result.

"I'm really gonna miss you, Charlie."

It was heads.

THE END