I'm a quick healer. Just as well, because the guy who butchered me just walked out and left me lying there. No stitches, no bandage, nothing. Kevin was panicking. I guess Ron was a bit, too, but they found a bandage for it, and luckily I don't bleed a lot. They kept me at home for a week till it was healed a bit. Kevin couldn't look me in the eye and I wouldn'ttalk to him. Not for weeks, anyway. Later on I got to thinking he'd been suckered into it. I hated Ron ever since. Course he's dead, now. Fell into a hole where they were pouring cement forthe motorway. Well, I say fell, but who knows. Anyhow, drive up the M25, you're driving on him. I wondered a bit if Darren would hate us, after Doc cut him, but he was OK with me, not toobothered once it was over, and I suppose it was Doc made the difference. You see, I reckon that Darren knew his master when he met him. Reckon so did I.

Got off the subject again, didn't I. Anyhow, I couldn't play

football again that season, cause I didn't want to go in the

showers. I eventually told Mickey I'd joined him, so to speak,

and he spread it about, which meant that I got set on one evening

by half a dozen kids who wanted a look. Only it was such a

fucking mess that once they'd seen it, they didn't want to see it

again. I couldn't tell them what had happened, not really, well

it was humiliating, wasn't it. Doc thinks that deep, deep down, I

wanted that humiliation. That's a bit deep for me. So I said I'd

had a bad accident, and this was the result.

Christ it was a mess, though. You see, I'd been proud of my

chopper. It was still bigger than most, and it didn't stop

growing just because it had been cut about a bit. In fact I

reckon that the head grew a bit more without the pressure on it

from the skin. It's certainly a big 'un, and a good shape, too,

though I say it as shouldn't. Not that my foreskin had been

tight. No way, it came back a treat. It was a bit longer than

Darren's, maybe a quarter of an inch or so proud of the end when

it was hard, and I'd used to pull it back and forward a lot when I

had a wank. I kept it back in the bath, of course, so it was

clean behind it, and I used to like wearing it back sometimes when

we did PT at school, because that made it stand out in my shorts.

Didn't wear a jock-strap for that, of course, only for football.

Funny, just before I took him to Doc I started noticing that

Darren was wearing his so it showed. Still does. And it looks

great !

Anyhow, the first time I saw my cock in the bath without the

bandage, I could have wept. That bloke, I didn't know his name

and he didn't know me from Adam, but he'd really massacred it. On

the left side, where he'd gone mad with the scissors, he'd not

left enough skin to meet properly when I got a stalk on. It

wasn't too bad when it was soft, but it hurt like buggery when I

got hard. And that was every night, I can tell, you. I didn't

get more than a couple of hours sleep that first week, because

each time I dropped off, up it would come and I'd have to rush to

the bathroom and pour cold water on it to get it down. Doc says

everyone gets a hard on four or five times a night while they're

asleep. Seems a bit of a waste, really. Anyhow, the cut would

heal up a bit during the day, then it would pull a bit each night.

After about a week, it stooped waking me, but I was scared that on

top of everything else it would bend my cock away to the left.

Doc says no-one's cock is one hundred per cent straight, which is

as may be, but I was panicked in case mine bent into a loop !

Silly, really, but you can understand my feelings. It didn't, in

the end, because the scar stretched a bit, and the skin that was

left did too, but it was still pretty tight on that side when I

got hard. Mind you, the way that Doc circumcised Darren, he's

tight all round. It looks great, though, because the scar is so

neat. It's already faded a lot In a year or two you won't be able

to see it. My scar was all ridged and knobbly. On the other

side, he'd not taken as much off, and if anything that looked

worse. There was a sort of cuff of skin over the edge of the

corona (said I knew some of the right words, didn't I). It was

all white in colour, and because the edges of the cut bits hadn't

met properly, the scar there looked ragged and rough like he'd cut

it with a saw. Just as well he didn't think of that, maybe. I

told you that he'd missed my frenum. I was glad of that, but the

scar was just behind it, and you know the sort of join,

underneath, that runs all the ways back to your balls. Well I

don't know why he did it, just because he fancied the idea I

suppose, but he'd scissored that open about a couple of inches or

more. That didn't heal too bad, but it left a mark.

You think I'm never getting to the point, don't you ? Well, I am

now. You see, before the Doc agreed to circumcise Darren, he'd

made me show him mine. It's funny, you know, there wasn't any

reason for it, but I knew he was going to do what I wanted, and I

was so turned on that he was that I dropped my Daks without a

murmur. I'd told him it wouldn't be pretty. He had a good look.

I didn't want him to touch, because I was so horny I thought I'd

come. Now he says that's why he didn't, to keep me hot and horny

till he had Darren's foreskin safely under his knife, but I didn't

know that. Anyhow, he had a good look, and he liked the general

impression, I could tell, even if the details were a bit of a

come-down. And he said something I remembered. He said "Maybe I

could do something about that scar for you." I didn't think a lot

about that, but I remembered it once in a while.

Now we've seen a lot of Doc since he cut Darren. Not just once a

week, when he has a look to see how Darren is healing. Well,

that's what he says, but the boy and I know better. He's keeping

an eye on his handiwork, isn't he, and an eye on Darren at the

same time. Not that he's actually had a hand on him, except in

the line of business so to speak, but you don't fool me, and you

don't fool Darren. But we go over to his place a lot. He's on

his own, of course, and we've been doing some decorating for him

in the evenings. I've talked a lot to him. He's really good at

explaining things. Like for example, all the bits and pieces that

make up your cock and your balls, he showed me pictures and

diagrams and explained them, so I could see what he'd done when he

was circumcising Darren. That how come I know words like meatus

and frenum. Some of the pictures he had were incredible. The

things that some blokes do to their choppers. When he saw mine he

said he'd seen worse. Well he'd not only seen them, he'd taken

photos ! Like the guy with the padlock in his foreskin. Or the

two kids with their foreskins sewed together ! Course, it's a bit

late now for me to try either of those !

One day though, he said, "Right, Darren's healed up nicely, no

problems there. I think we ought to look at you, Terry. Tell me,

has Darren ever seen you naked ?

"Shouldn't think so," I said, "have you, son ?"

"Quick flash a couple of times," he said, "Wouldn't mind a better

look. After all, you seen mine." I was a bit shy about that

because when you've seen your stepson's cock and it's pretty near

perfect, and you watched even that being improved by an expert,

you're a bit embarrassed if your own could be used to scare cats.

Also, I was a bit worried what he might mean by "having a look".

After all, he'd had a look at Darren's, and an hour later Darren

had had a very, very sore chopper indeed. "I think we'll all have

a closer look," he said. "Come on through to the surgery." I

didn't like the sound of the word at all. I mean, the only

surgery I've ever had was done by the guy with the scissors. I

tried to back out, but "None of that," says Doc. "I said I could

do something about your little problem, and I am going to. And

since you watched Darren when I attended to him, it's only fair he

should watch you. Right, Darren ?"

"Right," says Darren. "You going to cut him, Doc ?" You cruel

little bleeder, I thought. But I had to admit Doc was right. It

was only fair. "A little adjustment," says Doc "Of course, it

won't be as dramatic as yours," he says, and I think "Thank Christ

for that !"

You know, it's funny. I said that Darren didn't hold it against

me that he'd been cut, but I could see that he liked the idea of

me getting mine as well. I'd told him about the bastard who

butchered me. Funny, it still embarrassed me after all these

years. He'd been real interested, wanted to see the result, but I

hadn't wanted to show him. Now I was going to anyway, no choice

really. I didn't tell him that Doc had circumcised him just

because we both wanted him to do it, but I reckon he guessed. And

I'd not forgotten the sight of Doc, standing over Darren, his

scalpel covered in blood. I don't know what made me, but

something did. Just seeing that man hold absolute power over

Darren's whole sex, made me recognise him as a born master, and

myself and Darren as born slaves. Darren saw the same thing in

Doc. He had a power that could command. I would have done

anything he decreed.

So we went through to the surgery. "Right," says Doc. "Both of

you strip." It was almost like a dream. We stripped slowly, and

of course almost at once my cock stiffened at the sight of Darren.

For a kid he looks terrific with his young, muscular body and his

perfectly circumcised penis. I could see he was coming up, too.

"Now, Darren," says Doc. "Have a good look. This is the last

time you'll see it like that. Except in the photos, of course."

And he gets out his Polaroid. I didn't know if I wanted that,

because after all, it wasn't exactly a picture, but I couldn't say

anything. He took two or three shots, and we waited for a couple

of minutes while they developed. Meanwhile Darren was playing

around with it. And funnily, he seemed very turned on by my poor

old battered chopper, and even more so by the fact that it was

about to take another battering.

The pictures were horrible. You see, I'd only ever seen it from

above. I didn't realise what it looked like from a different

angle, and it was much worse. If I ever meet that guy again....

Meanwhile Darren was getting impatient. "Come on, Doc," he says

bashing away at it. "Don't hang about. Cut him." D'ya know, it's

a real curious sensation hearing a kid say that about your cock.

"Stand on the mat please, Terry," says Doc. Then he shines his

lamp on it, real bright. "Now, I can't make it as pretty as

Darren's, but we'll do what we can. Remember the Africans ? Well

you'll have to practice self-control." He takes his scalpel and a

clamp. "These are the same ones I used on Darren. Now first of

all let's get rid of the surplus."

With the clamp he takes hold of the excess skin on one side of the

head. Now, he wasn't gentle, and it hurt when he clamped it, but

that was like a foretaste. Still, if Darren could take it, so

could I. I wasn't going to show myself up in front of him.

"I've got to hold that tight," says Doc, "because it mustn't slip.

Tell me if I'm hurting you."

Course he was, and he knew it, but I wasn't going to say so ! He

picked up the scalpel. The edge on it glinted. I can tell you,

when I saw that my balls crawled. I knew it was sharper than a

razor but I tell you, I don't know how and I don't know why, but I

knew I wanted it. It wasn't just that Doc was going to tidy up

the disfigurement that first butcher had put on me. I was his,

and I wanted him to put his mark there. I wanted to feel the

steel in his hands. And then I felt it. Oh Christ, I did.

He held the blade slanting by my cock-shaft, just by the ugly

remnant of foreskin that was left. I felt it touch the skin,

lightly, almost like a kiss, and then the honed steel edge bit and

he slit the skin, pulling it free with the clamp. I wanted to

shout with the pain, but I clenched my teeth. I saw Darren

watching me, to see what I could bear, but now I knew how he had

been so brave and why his hard had stayed until the final stroke.

Doc was an artist with his scalpel and the pain he brought made me

even more his slave. I wished that he had had the full

circumcision to perform. For years I'd hated the horrible mess of

skin and scar the strange guy had left. Now in two quick strokes

Doc had slit it away and as I watched the cut edges fell closely,

smoothly together. A thin line of pain like fire marked where his

knife had been, but he had cut so quickly and cleanly that I knew

I would not cry out, whatever he did.

"Good," said Doc, "that's as tight as yours now, Darren. Now the

other side."

He slid the point of the scalpel under the skin by the scar. "I

think there's just enough loose here," he said. "Not as nice as

Darren's, but not bad." Darren stood there naked, watching Doc

working on my cock as I had watched him work on Darren's. He was

grinding the head of his cock, exposed by Doc's circumcision, into

the palm of his hand. I could see that the skin of his shaft was

as tight as a drum, and the cock head was purple and swollen.

Then I could not help it, but gave a sharp intake of breath as the

steel parted the skin to one side of my hideous scar and as close

to it as could be. The pain was less on the other side now, and I

felt it fully as Doc slit away the disfigurement. In two strokes

it was gone. "Go on, cut him, Doc, cut him," cried Darren.

Doc was moving like lightning now. Miraculously the cut edges

fitted closely. I could see that for the first time since I was

circumcised by the stranger I would have a cock to be proud of.

"I'm not going to touch the scar underneath," said Doc, "There

isn't enough spare skin. But I think that rights the wrong you

were done. However, I left my mark on Darren, and I'm going to

leave it on you." "Yes, yes," cried the boy. "Open it for him."

I have to admit it, Doc. I tried to say no, I really tried. But I

reckon something else, something right inside me was talking

harder. 'Cos what I said was "Yes !"

My cock was bleeding and wounded and it hurt like buggery, but I

was proud of it again. I could see Darren stiff as a rod, and

almost coming as he watched Doc raise his scalpel. I might be

hurting, but God, was I stiff too. Doc lifted my cock-head and

parted the lips of my piss-hole. I felt, slow and cold and

gentle, the point of the steel enter the tube. It was wonderful.

It slid inside a long, long way. Then Doc pressed downward, and

very slowly slid it out. It bit down as he withdrew it, and then

all the earlier pain was like nothing.

Unless you've actually felt your cock-head sever under the knife,

all I can say is, don't bother trying to imagine it. You can't. I

looked down. Doc had opened a wound right to the edge of my

cock-head. In a haze of pain I saw Darren's semen shoot half way

across the room. "Oh fucking wonderful," he cried, and, as I felt

myself coming like a fucking express train, I cried "More !"

"No," I heard Doc say as I the blood and cum spurted from the

roots of my being. "That is my mark. I choose who wears it, and

how much."

I looked in his face. When I did so, I knew that it was not just

the mark. My whole body, everything, cock, balls, all of it, was

his.