Chapter 2
Feeling myself waking up, I feel a rough itching sensation down below, of the tip of my cock head rubbing on the bedding. Reaching down, unwilling to open my eyes as the lack of alarm clock meant it wasn't time to get up for work, I attempt to adjust myself. Reaching down I attempt to pull my foreskin back over my dick head, with no success, the foreskin slipping back and stopping short of covering me fully.
`what the hell?' I think
Opening my eyes I become aware of the glow of a phone illuminating someone else in my bedroom. Turning on the bedside light I see a young slim man with swoopy hair, dressed in tight jeans and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbow, sat in the chair at my desk across the room. One leg up, resting one of his converse trainer clad feet on the seat. Seeing the light he looks up, his youthful face suddenly springing into action. Oh, you're awake' his soft almost feminine voice fitting his appearance perfectly. He gets up and moves towards me don't be alarmed, my name is Adam, I am here on behalf of Magic Circ's, here to educate you on the use of your first circumcised penis'. I had completely forgotten about the sensations emanating from my penis in the confusion. Reaching the side of my bed he throws back the covers, revealing my new penis, the foreskin shortened to reveal the tip of my cock head. My long overhang was gone. This always catches people by surprise' Adam muses you see stage one is a partial circumcision, there is no longer your usual coverage'.
Without warning he reaches down to touch it, you might not feel too much difference'. My penis reacting to his touch I begin to harden, as it grows in length the now shorter foreskin slides back to reveal about half of my glans. He begins to wank me off, his hand sliding up and down my shaft, revealing my head in its entirety with every downstroke. As I feel the pleasure of his touch he continues you'll still be able to wank with your foreskin like normal, it'll just feel different'. His tone having the tone of a man who's experienced this feeling. Perhaps hearing my breath grow shorter and more desperate he looks up at me you'll have to forgive me as this is all I'm permitted to do at this stage for hygiene reasons' reaching behind him with his other hand he pulls out a cloth, you'll find you finish quite quickly until you're used to the sensation of being exposed'. With a grunt I cum, covering my chest in creamy goo. He quickly uses the cloth to wipe up the mess, his expert touch leaves even my body hair dry and seed free.
Now we've taken it for a test drive shall we take a closer look at it?' Adam says happily, smiling as he looks down on me. He continues with the tone of a teacher, he must've done these a few times, reaching down once again to my half hard penis. As you can see, this is a so-called partial circumcision. The ring of skin that used to sit in front of your glans' tracing his finger over the head of my penis has been removed, which means the opening of the foreskin now sits higher up around the glans when erect. The skin edge is surprisingly thick, isn't it? That's because the foreskin is a good three millimetres thick here already. You can see where the pink inner skin and the tan outer skin have been brought together. If this was anything other than a Magic Circ you would see that this would have been joined with sutures, that's also what leaves the regular pattern all around the opening of the remaining foreskin. Suture scars, they are unavoidable on adults. You would probably have around... fourteen of them, going around to ensure the two skin types align properly while healing. And now comes the surprise part, you may have already felt this when we were testing you out' with that, he pulled the foreskin back, and didn't stop until his fingers reached the base of the penis, my moist purple glans now complete with its red irritated tip pulsing with every heartbeat. "Since the frenulum, which you may know as the banjo string' running a finger from his other hand in the now empty channel where it was yesterday has also been removed, it is now possible to push the opening of the foreskin all the way back the shaft of the penis, until only pink, inner skin is visible, and the remainder of the outer skin is bunched up at the very end of the shaft. Amazing, isn't it? That is a lot of sensitive inner skin to play with. Unfortunately, it will still have a smell if you don't wash, but you're used to that. But some like it for being so close to their old state.' With that, he got up and wiped his hands with the other side of the cloth. "You will have this for one week. Then, we take you to the next stage. Happy testing'.
As he turns to walk away, I am hit by a sharp sensation as one of my pubic hairs is caught under my now forward foreskin, gasping with the shock. Adam turns back, standing in the doorway, Oh yes, I forgot you might not be used to this, those who are used to more foreskin might not have to worry about this as much' patting himself down he produces a large tube from his pocket, not too dissimilar to large tube of hand moisturiser. Now you have the risk of happening you might want to look into grooming down there, if it gets a bit much, apply some of this to the area'. He places the tube on my desk before stepping out of the room. Reaching down I extract the rogue pube from what's left of my foreskin and get out of bed. Looking at the clock its only 00:30, damn, I've not been asleep all that long. As quick as I can muster, I rush into the rest of the apartment, flicking on the light I look around. Adam is nowhere to be seen. `Theres only 3 rooms it can't be that hard to find him' I think to myself, there's not even an open window for him to have snuck out of and I would've seen him if he'd have gone into the bathroom as its opposite the bedroom. Opening my curtains to the never sleeping city lights I resolve to stare at the entrance of my appartement block. He may have been able to sneak out of my flat but he's got to get out of the front door.
After waiting for 15 minutes I start to think that maybe this is magic, he got in without me waking, removed a bit of my dick without me noticing, wanked me off and left without a trace. Looking at the clock on my microwave I realise I need to get some sleep, heading back into the bedroom I look down at my new penis, seeing the tip poking out of the now shortened foreskin. This will be a fun night I think to myself. And how right I was, thank God I was working from home tomorrow. After a fitful broken sleep, the new sensations making it difficult to notice anything but my penis, I wake and start my day. Looking down at the clock on my bedside table, shit 8:55 I have to be online in 5 mins, I jump out of bed and practically throw my work laptop on the desk in the bedroom. While I wait for it to turn on, I throw open my wardrobe, grabbing my usual work from home attire, a loungewear set I bought from Tesco, putting in my password I go to grab some cereal from the kitchen. As I move, I can feel the tip of my penis rubbing up against the seam, putting my hand down there I instinctively try and pull my foreskin over the head forgetting what happened in the small hours. It obviously did nothing, and I wouldn't be able to take much of this, so I threw off my lounge pants. One of the advantages of living alone is that it doesn't matter if I even get dressed at all, my previous boyfriend having split up with me some months prior, however it can get a little more lonely. Finaly returning to the desk I spot a notification from my boss, oh shit I'm needed in a call in 10 mins, and I'll need a camera on. Diving once again into the wardrobe I grab a pair of tight boxer briefs, putting them on I feel a small amount of relief. The itching drove me crazy during my morning meetings, thankfully my boss didn't comment. Every time the itching got unbearable, I would covertly stick my hands in my underwear. Pulling the foreskin forward over my irritated tip, only for it to spring back a second later, sometimes with the unwelcome addition of a hair under my foreskin. Getting through until lunchtime I take my underwear off, feeling the instant relief of my cock hitting the air. My mind taken off the scratching for the moment I dig around in yesterday's trousers, grabbing the business card I ring the number on it, with a voice I recognised as Anna. Asking to be put through to Micheal I think about what I was going to say, I shouldn't be unpleasant to him, I did sign on the dotted line after all, it's my fault I didn't believe.
`Good morning Magic Circ's, Micheal speaking, how can I help'
Yes, I think you can Micheal, its Alex from yesterday. I had my first new penis' this morning, and to put it bluntly its unpleasant. I can't seem to even wear underwear, how the hell am I supposed to work? Can I have the rest of my foreskin back please?'
`Don't worry Alex that's completely normal. While it is well within your rights to request it back, it would be remis of me to give it back so soon, if I do, you won't experience the rest of the changes. I'd recommend hanging on until Friday, if it's still unbearable then, please ring me again and I'll help where I can. A word of advice, try a little bit of alcohol hand gel on the exposed part, it might help.'
With some indignation I agree and hang up the phone, as I do so my shortened foreskin takes in another pubic hair. I'm going to have to get used to this I think to myself, remembering what Adam had said the previous night I look over at the bottle on the table. The label on the front reads "Magic Circ's Hair Removal Cream, Guaranteed to leave you feeling clean and smooth", at least I can do something about the hair bit if I need to. The rest of the work day passes without much of an issue, given that I can go without anything on the lower half if needed. Packing my bag for the next day at the office, I stumbled upon a small bottle of alcohol hand gel, thinking on Micheal's suggestion I apply a small amount to my finger and then to the very tip of my penis. Apart from the strange sensation, I couldn't see, or even feel the difference. I decide that it wasn't worth it so I finish packing my bag, boot up my PC and decide to play some games. Sitting down to my evening I once again have the feeling of one of my pubes under the foreskin, I never thought I'd miss the overhang of foreskin. When my foreskin was longer the hairs didn't get stuck like this, I lament for a moment before looking at the tube of hair removal cream again. Turning the tube over in my hand I read the reverse, the instructions seemed simple enough. Doing a quick internet search revealed that hair removal creams don't last long, so if I don't like it at least I don't have to look like a kid down there for long. Heading for the shower once again I strip off what little I'm wearing and apply the cream, setting a 5-minute timer on my phone like the instructions said. As the timer ticks closer to the 5 minutes I can feel the cream tingling slightly, must be working, I get the shower ready and a flannel towel to wipe it away. When the timer goes off, I jump in the shower and get rid of all the cream, the internet said if you leave it on for too long I might get chemical burns, definitely don't want that down there. After washing away my pubes, I have my usual shower, the exposed tip feeling different in the hot water. Stepping out I look at myself in the mirror I take a look at my junk, not seen it with that little hair since I was maybe 13, but it doesn't look as weird as I thought it would. If you didn't know you wouldn't have guessed I had less foreskin than I did yesterday. I can feel myself waking up down there, I might give that a solo test drive later.
Getting back to my evening I begin to forget the events of the day, I get so absorbed in my gaming, until I look at the time, oh shit 10:45. Looking down and remembering what Adam said this morning I might give this for a solo test drive. Lying in my bed I begin to explore my new penis, enjoying the lengthening of my strokes that having no frenulum gives me, for the first time I can see my head when I wank in full. Feeling the tip drying added its own new feelings, I was beginning to get used to the tip being exposed, but feeling other parts of the glans being exposed welt weird. Continuing to stroke I remembered the touch of Adam, his soft hands and tender strokes, and with that I find myself speeding up without realising. Speeding up I find my lack of frenulum doesn't stop me, with my fist hitting the base of my penis with every stroke, shortening this experience even further. I feel my big finish coming, my exited body rising to meet it, feeling myself grunt in pleasure and the splash of cum on my belly. Panting I look at the clock, 10:55, wow that was a frantic 10 minutes, he wasn't lying about not lasting as long. Reaching under the bed I get my towel to mop up, noticing how much quicker the clean-up is now I have no pubes, I can kind of see why people do it for that. Realising that I can also better clean myself now, I pull my foreskin back to the base of my penis, seeing the pink inner foreskin in its entirety, and using the cloth to gently clean myself with the cloth. The soft cloth feeling scratchy on my now exposed inner foreskin. I could get used to the short finish, but only when I'm on my own. I just hope the next stages are better for sex, I'd hate to disappoint a guy.
The next two days pass with little event, the itching and roughness was still there the bald tip of my glans now low looking an angry red colour, but the severity wasn't as bad. On Wednesday when I went into the office I wore my tightest underwear and tried to get out of my desk as little as possible. By Thursday I was able to almost move normally the roughness became tolerable but annoying. On Thursday evening, after getting home my phone rings with a number I don't recognise straight away, but after a moment I realise its Magic Circ's. I pick it ups quickly before it rings off, hearing Micheals charming voice at the other end. `Good evening Alex, I was just ringing to check up after your phone call on Tuesday, are you ok to talk or is now not a good time?' I accept the call, given I have nothing better to do with my evening.
`How are you finding the first stage, are you still having problems?'
I'm getting used to it' I respond I hope the next stages are better'
`Don't worry, more people go for the later stages than this one, are you having any issues with your pubic hair getting under your new skin?'
Glancing over at the tube on the desk I respond `no the cream Adam gave me has helped, hopefully by the end of the trial period they'll be back as it looks a little bare down there.'
He faintly chuckles down the phone `that's not uncommon for our clients, however this cream is part of another of our enhancements, it will last a little longer than your standard hair removal cream'
`How long'
`Well it's all part of our special alchemical formula, the first part exfoliates and moisturises your skin, the second part depilaroates the hair on your pubic area, and the third part prevents the hair from regrowing. The tingling feeling you felt was our special formula preventing the hair follicles from regrowing.'
`How long?' I respond with a hint of irritation in my voice
`It will probably be around 3 months sir'
`When were you going to mention that?' I responded, the irritation more clear in my voice, now I'm not opposed to a little grooming but three months of having the pubes of a child sounded a bit much.
`Unfortunately Adam has a habit of doing this, he has experienced both treatments, and he often forgets that not everyone wants our other offerings. Please let me apologise and I'll have a talk about this with him in the morning. Aside from this is there anything I can help with before your second stage on Monday?'
Thinking hard I remember I'm going to dinner with my parents tomorrow night, shit, I don't really want to be itching myself or readjusting myself during dinner. `I have something tomorrow night and I'd rather not be itching down there during the whole thing, do you have one of your creams that would help?'
Hmm, no we can't help with that' he says pausing slightly however I can give you back your foreskin for a few hours, I'd rather not give it back to you for too long, otherwise the irritation will start all over again'
`That would be ace, that would help a lot, and what do you mean more people go for the later stages rather than this one, would it not be better to start with the best?'
My comment elicits a slight chuckle from him, `we at Magic Circ's believe its better to experience the seemingly lighter and more conservative variants first fully so you can appreciate the other ones later. The funny thing about circumcisions is the more radical it is the more agreeable it becomes. What time would you like your foreskin tomorrow sir, as I'm sure it's the last time you'll ask for one.'
Pm please' thinking for a moment I add on how long will it last?'
`Excellent sir, I shall arrange it for 12 hours, to be reverted to your current state at midnight.'
Thank you, I look forward to it' and looking down towards my crotch and the apparently more agreeable variants to come'
After exchanging a pleasant goodbye I begin to get on with my evening, after making some food for myself, I take off my clothes, a new ritual. Feeling the air on my penis felt good as I sprawled on the sofa, feeling the cozy embrace of it's blue fabric on my naked skin, the itching gone for the moment now I'm out of my cloth restraints. after getting ready for bed I catch myself in the mirror, had I actually missed the missing piece or had I liked the partial circumcision despite its annoyances. Having a wank with it was definitely fun, although it would be nice to last a little longer, nobody likes a 5-minute wonder. Sleeping was less fitful, although still the feeling of the bedsheets was unpleasant. Thursday signalled another day I could work from home, and upon trying on a pair of lounge pants, I decided I still wasn't ready for that. Wondering how I would get my foreskin back as 12 approached. Once 12 hit I couldn't help but be distracted, the most unusual feeling hit me, I felt a warm wetness hit the tip of my penis, and a slight tension on the head. Looking down my underwear I couldn't believe that my foreskin was back, was this how it always felt? I was beginning to get used to the feeling of air on the tip of my penis.
After another delightful diner with my parents I head back to my flat, throwing myself down on the sofa I just hoped one day they would stop hounding me and let me live my life. Checking the time I realise I should probably shower, it's getting late, stripping off and looking in the mirror I spot how long my foreskin was, he might have been right about it looking a little unsightly with the foreskin. After showering I head to bed I look down at my penis and think, might as well give it a whirl as its only here for the night. It doesn't take much to get me hard, starting to wank in the same way I usually did I noticed how restrictive it was having a frenulum, amazing how quickly my technique had adapted to my new state. Still I'm not sure if I like this one, it has its benefits, but I look forward to the promised better versions. After a careful wank, I came, the usual amount of sticky goo came with the feelings of release.
Waking up the next morning I had the now familiar sensation of the bedsheets on the tip of my penis, looking under the covers to make sure. The sight of my partially circumcised penis greeted me.
The next few days passed with little drama, the irritation dulling into the background I started to enjoy normal life. Going out on the weekend I barely even gave it a thought, only really thinking about it on Monday morning. Knowing full well that evening I will be getting the next revision to my manhood. At home I almost started waiting for midnight, having one last wank with my current cock to top it off, enjoying long slow strokes, my hand touching the patch where my pubes were less than a week before with every stroke. As my orgasm builds, I pick up my speed imagining what my penis would look like tomorrow. With a contented sigh I finished, a dribble of cum now covering my hand, grabbing my clean up cloth I remind myself to throw it in the wash before work. Rolling over I start to drift off to sleep wondering what the next one will hold.
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