This is my first submission on this site, this is a story inspired by a short story I read along the same lines. If you are not into circumcised penises then this isn't the story for you.
Chapter 1
Monday was dragging, it felt like I'd been at work forever, but the clock only said 11:30. The time hanging heavy on my sanity, and my body unable to take another cup of coffee this morning. I resolved to just twiddle the mouse until lunch. If only I'd be working from home, I'd have only just been thinking of getting into some proper clothes, and I could've passed the time doing something `else'. I suppose I should explain who I am, my name is Alex, I'm just another 25-year-old office worker in London. I have one of those lives that seems to just be repeating the same day over and over again, with the occasional hookup. One of the advantages of being in London is the abundance of hot guys to bring home, if I'm feeling confident for a change. But anyway enough about me.
The clock finally hits 12, thank God its lunch hour, I snatch up my coat and head for the door. Stepping into the warm sun of a London Spring I head for Marlborough Street. Walking down the streets in a well-worn path I find myself absent mindedly staring into the shop windows, just like every day. When I come to one that I don't recognise. The inside looks simple, looking like almost like a Victorian shop, with its wood panelling on the walls, and the large mahogany counter that was acting as the front desk.
I had been taking it all in, not realising that I had been staring right at the lady behind the counter, who upon seeing me realising I had been staring waved to invite me in. Looking up at what kind of shop it was, the inside not shedding any light on what they were, so I looked up. Magic Circ's, the sign reads in handsome brass lettering, must be an abbreviation of circus. Why not, I have time to at least find out what it's all about I have an hour right, beats just inhaling a shit sandwich at my desk. Walking in I don't even register the bell ringing as I step up to the counter, the lady behind the desk greets me warmly.
`Good morning sir, welcome to Magic Circ's, my name is Anna, how can I help you today'
`Yes, what is this place?' I ask, curiosity obvious in my voice.
This is Magic Circ's sir, we offer a life enhancing service to certain more discerning customers. Would you like to see one of our advisors, it's a free chat with no obligations' she pauses taking me in for a moment, I think we have just the person for you and your tastes'
Running my hands through my short dark hair, my tastes?' I think to myself, am I that easy to read, I didn't think I made myself that obvious. Sure' I say, I'd come this far now, looks like nobody else was interested so it would be rude to walk away now.
Right this way sir', Anna steps out from the large mahogany counter and leads me to a small corridor, with a pair of plain wooden doors facing each other at the end. Stopping in front of the left-hand door, she knocks, Micheal, we have a guest here for you'. Opening the door I see a rather simple windowless office, with a mahogany desk in the centre of the room and filing cabinets to one side, sat behind it was Micheal. Dressed in a white shirt, wearing a red tie, and standing a few inches taler than me, somewhere around 6 feet tall, he could've been working at any of the multitude of offices in the city. He cuts a dashing shadow, not much older than me, early to mid-30's at the oldest, with immaculately kept short brown hair topped off with a 5 o'clock shadow. It seems I might have been telegraphing more than I thought, I wonder if he's busy later. He rises from the desk and shakes my hand, motioning for me to sit in the old-fashioned chair in front of the desk. Getting comfortable on the olive leather seat, I'm reminded of the chairs my grandma had at her table.
`Good afternoon sir, welcome to Magic Circ's, I'm sure by now you're thinking what kind of services we offer here, well we offer a unique experience. What if I said I could give you a whole new penis, completely surgery and recovery free'.
I sit there confused, this is the weirdest sales pitch ever, feeling a little uncomfortable and on the back foot I shuffle in my seat. don't worry sir' Micheal continues I know what you're thinking. Well here at Magic Circs we have a special set of skills that work like magic'' and with that he winks, I can almost feel his eyes boring into my soul. The longer I look into his eyes the more at ease I become, that's it, shall we begin to look at our introductory offer sir' the velvet tones of Micheals voice almost compel me to nod. He motions for me to stand next to the desk, as I do so he begins to put on a pair of surgical gloves. Nervousness rising in me, I wonder what I have got myself into.
`Don't worry sir, didn't I promise this was surgery free, these are just for hygiene reasons, same as a GP visit'. With a smooth movement, one obviously practiced before, he kneels in front of me and has unzipped my trouser fly. Before I really registered what had happened, he had removed my 4-inch soft penis from its cloth surrounds. My trousers and underwear round my ankles I prayed I wouldn't get erect, this was not the time or the place for that.
Micheal is intently examining it, taking every cm of it in in great detail, pausing only to retract my foreskin. Feeling the air hit the now naked tip I gasp slightly, making him release it, the foreskin sliding to a neat nib around 5cm past my tip. Looks like quite a nice penis, is imagine when its erect the foreskin doesn't retract. It's not tight however there is a lot of overhang, that makes it look unsightly. With our services this could look and feel far more attractive'. Rising to stand in front of me he continues please feel free to put your trousers on sir. I presume you have heard of male circumcision, usually a very final affair and there is no try before you buy. Using our special Magic Circ's we can offer you that experience in a more reversable way'. Micheal busies himself in the drawers of his desk while I reclothe, this had all gone very fast and I wasn't sure how I felt.
He pulls out a single sheet of A4 paper, with a gilded gold title, not too dissimilar to a certificate that you might get for achievement. "Magic Circ's Penile Improvement Plan" the title reads, this all feeling a little far-fetched for me. I skim read it, looking for how much this would cost and what they would actually be doing. Not being able to see much detail about price I move on to what they would actually be doing, seeing the terms of service heading I hone in on it. "For the next 4 weeks, from midnight on the date indicated below you will receive a new variation of circumcision, bestowed by the power in this document, for one week each as a trial. You will be guided in its best handling by one of our experienced staff members for your utmost satisfaction. At the end of the trial period you will be asked if you would like to keep any of them, if you wish to be reverted at any point to your previous state or any of the other states in this trial at the end or into perpetuity then that will be covered and performed without payment or question by Magic Circ's".
Reading the document I look up at Micheal, `is this some kind of joke?'
Far from it sir' Micheal refutes, seeing the confusion in my face we are not your standard establishment, there is no charge and no obligation, you have nothing to lose, unless you want to'. Leaning across the desk he gives me a coy grin `I can assure you our satisfaction rate is very high, almost nobody asks to be reverted... For long anyway'.
Now feeling very uncomfortable, I just want to get out of there and go back to work, confirming that this is a risk-free contract I sign it. Sure that this is the only way out of this office without a commotion, I'm sure it's all BS anyway. Smiling he hands me a business card, with the same old-fashioned styling as the rest of this place, with his name and a phone number. I thank him and stand, as I move towards the door, he calls back to me `enjoy your foreskin for the night, it might well be the last time you have one'. Thinking it strange I make a hasty exit, waving goodbye to Anna I head back out into the street, looking at my watch its only 12:30. Hurrying to the shop and picking out a premade sandwich I just want to put that weird experience behind me. Munching it on the way back to work I take a different route, so as to avoid Magic Circ's, to take it out of my mind completely. Sitting back at my desk I throw myself at my job, I don't think I've ever been that productive, until finally 5pm hits and I can leave. Heading for the tube I head home, after my hour commute, I get home and slouch down on the sofa, putting the TV on just to add some background noise.
The clock ticking on I make myself some noodles, pausing to think about the contract I signed, sure I'd wondered what it must feel like to be circumcised, but I never really gave much thought to it, and certainly never thought about going through it myself. Sure I've `played' with a couple of them but I've never really imagined joining that club.
The evening rolling on I decide to take a shower before I hit the hay for the night. Cleaning myself off in the shower I think how preposterous it is that I'd been taken in by what Micheal had said, a magic circumcision, how gullible I must've been to believe it would actually happen. Getting out of the shower I look at myself in the mirror, rolling back my foreskin to see if it would look any better with the head exposed, the moist purple glans being pulled down by the tension of my banjo skin. Thinking how much neater and more ready the cut penis looks. The purple head glistening in my steamy bathroom I let the foreskin roll forward, having thought enough about it, or so I thought. Looking at the clock, 10:30, I should head to bed if I want enough sleep before work to actually function. Getting into bed as normal, I turn a thought to Micheal, and wonder if I was to hit him up on Friday whether he'd say yes, and whether it would be weird. It would be weird for sure. The thin bed sheets feeling silky soft against my naked skin, on the subject of Micheal I felt another part of myself wanting to get involved. Looking down I see my erect penis, now grown to its full 6 inches, pointing straight at me, the tip only visible when I retract the skin, letting it relax and cover my head once again. `Well if Micheal's to be believed this is my last night with a foreskin' joke to myself, let's give it a send-off then. I slowly start to pump my dick, enjoying every stroke, watching the tip of the head barely become visible on the downstroke. Thinking of Micheal, and what I'd do to him, or what he'd do to me, I start to speed up getting just to the point of finishing before stopping to get my breath. After a while of dreaming and slowly stroking, I glance at the clock on my right, 11:00, I should probably finish up. Speeding up I feel the banjo string pulling taught at the bottom of every stroke, feeling the end drawing near I keep up my pace. Gasping as I hit my climax I fire my seed all over my chest, as I catch my breath I shuffle to the edge of my bed and reach under the bed for the cloth I keep under there, cleaning myself up with it, rolling over I resolve to sleep. I might have a shower in the morning if I smell too much down there, but who's going to smell single old me tomorrow, so I might leave it until later. Turning off the light and rolling over I try to get some sleep, hoping the relief of my ejaculation will speed things up.
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