Tom was eighteen, a boyish, but well-developed eighteen. His smooth body was of the “swimmer” type. His blond hair was cut short and straight. But the trail of belly hair that started just below his navel was curly and fanned out into a thicket of dark blond pubic hair from which his seven-inch dick hung against the background of plum-sized nuts in a hairy ballsac.

Like most sexual compulsions, Tom's circumcision curiosity grew stronger as he explored and indulged it. He read about t he operation in the library. Then, discovering that other guys shared this fetish, he joined on-line circ groups. It became his life's ambition to have his own foreskin cut away as he watched. There was no shortage of fellow “circumsexuals” who volunteered to relieve Tommy of his redundant 'skin. Through instant messaging, these volunteers described how they would stretch out the foreskin and whack it off, or how they would use some device imported from Korea to clamp his prepuce, starving it of blood, so that it would dry up and drop off. During these IM conversations Tom would stroke his dick slowly, enjoying the imagery of the cut, until he shot a giant load of cum on to the bottom of his computer desk. It was heaven, but, of course, it was just talk.

After a couple of months of this chat, Tom received an email from a man who said he'd seen Tommy's profile on line. He said that he'd contact Tom that evening by IM. At eight, the message box opened, and the young man accepted the message. The sender identified himself as “Bob”. He said he was serious and had the materials to give Tommy the kind of cut he was looking for. Bob had Tom's undivided attention.

“I see from your profile that you live in central Jersey. I live in Philly. Can you come down for a visit next Saturday?”

“You're just playing, right? Tom replied.

“No, I'm serious. I can cut you. You can join our group. Only guys who've been cut can join.”

The young man's balls were now tight in his sac, and precum gently dripped from the end of his floppy foreskin. Without stroking himself, Tom felt the convulsion of cum begin in his cock root and erupt against his thigh.

“Tell me how to get to your place,” he typed back.

Tom could barely keep his mind on his summer job for the rest of the week. When Saturday arrived, he had a hard-on the whole day. He had decided not to jerk off until the Bob was ready to slice, so that his dream of watching his circumcision would come true in an explosion of ecstacy.

When Tom pulled up to Bob's town house in Society Hill, he noticed that all of the blinds were drawn, and the place seemed deserted. He was worried that he'd been taken in by a hoax. He rang the doorbell and waited nervously. He pushed the bell several times and was getting ready to leave, when the door opened.

“Tom?” asked the middle-aged man who was wearing a bathrobe.

“Yeah, are you Bob?”

“Glad to meet you. Yeah, I'm Bob. Come on in.”

Bob stood back and threw open the door for Tommy to enter. The townhouse was small, in the colonial style of Philly. But the furnishings were quite elegant, probably antiques. A staircase rose in front of the door in the narrow hallway. Bob took Tom's jacket and laid it on a bench and led the young man down the hallway. Under the staircase he opened a door and stepped aside. He motioned for Tom to precede him down the stairs to the basement. Tom was getting quite nervous at this point. As he descended closer to the bottom of the stairs, he heard talking – only male voices. He could make out at least five different voice patterns.

At the bottom of the stairs, Bob put his arms on Tom's shoulders and directed him into a large, brightly lit room. It was much more informal than the parlor he'd seen upstairs. To his astonishment, Tom saw six men, some standing and some seated, who were wearing bathrobes, like Bob's.

“Come in and join us,” said one of the men, a very handsome man of, perhaps, thirty-five. The others smiled and pointed out an empty chair.

I'd like to explain a few things, Tom,” began Bob. “We all belong to the Philadelphia Cutting Club. I'm a doctor, and I'm fully qualified to do genital surgery. But, when I'm here with my friends, I don't charge a fee. I do the cutting for free, for the pure pleasure of the cut.

Now, we're all friends here. And, we don't wear clothes. We just put on these robes to that we wouldn't startle you.

So you don't feel like the odd man out, we have another novice with us this evening. He's in the back changing out of his clothes right now. Why don't you join him through that door, and when you've taken off your things, you can both join us in here.” Bob motioned to a door at the back of t he room.

Tommy was feeling quite overwhelmed, but the prospect of seeing this rather handsome group of men in the nude was making his tool plump up. He followed directions and entered the next room. Entering, he joined another man. He was taller than Tom, but more slender, darker and rather feminine. However, the schlong that hung from his crotch had nothing feminine about it. It was at least seven inches long, soft. His ballsac hung down at least an inch below his cock. Tom was surprised to see that his fellow novice was already circumcised. He wondered why he was there. Tom envied him the bare glans and obvious circ scar. He prayed that his cock would be as beautiful when he was healed.

“Hey,” Tom said to the young man. “My name is Tommy.”

“I'm Phil,” he replied, but said nothing else. However, he seemed quite content to watch Tom as he removed each item of clothing. Phil seemed shy, but quite excited when Tom finally removed his boxers. It shocked him when Phil approached him wordlessly and reached out to touch his package.

He stroked Tom's cock and eventually started to pull back the foreskin. Tom's dick was now hard, but there was still play in the 'skin. Phil seemed to enjoy the foreskin play. He moved the skin back until Tom's cockhead was exposed. It glistened in the subdued light.

“I'm here to get that cut off,” Tom said as he pulled his foreskin forward.

Phil took Tom's hand and placed it under the taller man's balls. Tom took the hint and gently manipulated the ample globes. The sac was silky and Phil's balls swam around in their home. His cock, too, was lengthening.

“Me, too,” said Phil. Tom was about to ask him how this was possible when the door swung open and a naked Doctor Bob invited them back into the room. Bob was hairy and muscular, with just a hint of middle-age paunch. Tom loved th at look.

“Part of our ritual is that each of our members gets to explore your package before it's altered in any way. When they have satisfied their curiosity, they will open their robes and you can touch and explore them, as well. We like to get very well acquainted.

A short older guy named Buce approached Tom and led him to a corner of the room. He knelt down and ran his fingers through the his blond pubic hair.

“Nice,” he murmured, and moved his fingers to Tom's cock. “Ooh, so that's the foreskin that has to go. Too, bad, I love a nice foreskin.”

Tommy was amused that this old gentleman's comment. “Then, you can have mine when the cutting's done.”

“Oh, thank you. I'd really love to add it to my collection.”

Then, the old guy pulled open his robe and Tommy almost fainted. Bruce was completely shorn. No pubic hair, no cock and no balls. His pubic area was as smooth as a his behind. There was a pee-hole near the apex of his crotch. It was quite large and pink. Bruce took hold of Tom's cock and rubbed it against his pee-hole. While it wasn't big enough to accept Tom's whole cockhead, about half of his glans was able to fit inside.

“Now, doesn't that feel nice, Tom?” asked the older gentleman. “You're nice and juicy. When you're all healed up, we can play some more. You can try both my holes. Tootles. I've just got to ahold of that other nice young man.

Tom was speechless, but he was left alone for no more than a moment when another man came up to him.

“Hello, my name is Frank. I imagine you were quite surprised to meet our old queen, Bruce. He was one of Doctor Bob's earlier cuts. He stated off with a circumcision, like you. But, as you can see, he got a taste for the knife, and there's nothing left to cut. Now, let me see what you have. Oh, very nice,” said Frank, as he fingered Tom's dick.

Frank knelt down to get a closer look. He flicked the floppy end of Tommy's foreskin and allowed his tongue to enter the pucker at t he end. In no time Frank had explored the depths of the flesh, driving Tommy crazy as it moved over his very sensitive, unexposed glans.

“Now, it's my turn,” said Frank as he stood.

He opened his robe to expose a long cock but no ballsac. It looked rather lonely without its usual accoutrement. Tom reached for the cock and felt around. He had half-expected to feell a small, empty sac. But his eyes hadn't fooled him. There was nothing there. Frank coyly lifted his schlong to reveal a smooth expanse of skin. A slight scar ran from the bae of his cock down toward his asshole.

“I didn't want to lose it all, like Bruce,” explained Frank. “I can still get a hard-on, too. I take shots. But, I just love the freedom of having nothing down there to dangle. “

From Frank Tom moved to visit with men who had no cock, but kept their balls, with men with empty sacs that were shrivled and with men who'd had their cock split from pee-hole to balls. He fully understood the theme of the Philly Cutting Club. By this time he probably oozed at least a pint of precum.

Bob walked to the center of the room. He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

“I believe it's time to get started. We're really fortunate to have two candidates tonight. Tom, who is here to experience a ritual circumcision for us all to enjoy. I'm sure he won't mind if you all join in his orgasmic last seconds with a foreskin. And, of course, we have Phil, who has kindly volunteered to excite us, as I cut off his balls. He would like to become a full nullo, like Bruce, but I discourage such a drastic move the first time out. I'm sure that we' ll be seeing more of Phil after he's all healed up. Now, let's toss a coin to see who goes first.

Tom, since Phil got here first, I'm sure you won't mind if he gets to call. Now, what will be, Phil, heads or tails?”

Phil called heads, but the coin fell face down. Tommy would be the first.

Doctor Bob turned away from the two initiates and drew back a curtain. Behind the drapery was an examination table with stirrups. With a flourish, Doctor Bob indicated that Tom should take his place on the table.

“Tom, I just want to give you and Phil a moment to contemplate what is about to happen. I am going to perform genital surgery on you both. Frankly, I could do this in a hospital for a fee. I'm sure I could manipulate the insurance system to get them to pay for it, but that would not make you an initiate. It would make you a patient. What I require and what you both must cede to me is the right to perform this surgery without anesthesia – nothing, no locals, no spinal, no general. You must consent to experiencing my cutting with full consciousness of the pain. All of my fellow Club members have go through this initiation and proudly stand before you. When I have finished, you, too, will be Club members. You will be able to take part in the next ritual cuttings.

“'m ready, sir,” I said quietly. How bad could it be. I'm not losing my package the way Phil has chosen.

“I've been here before, doctor, as you know. You did my circ, and I'm back for more,” said Phil.

I was aghast. Phil had chosen to go further. Would I ever be obsessed enough to ask for castration or penectomy? I couldn't imagine it.

As I lay on the table, I felt Doctor Bob take my penis and retract my foreskin. He pulled and pulled, and, finally, my purple cockhead appeared. Then, he drew the 'skin forward. Within the space of time between the retraction and pulling, my dick became rock-hard. The doctor wasn't ready to complete the cutting as of yet. He swathed the area in an orange liquid and adjusted my foreskin to various level of tightness. Although he pushed his manipulation to the limit, my cock was getting closer to busting a nut.

Until this point of the ritual I had been concentrating on my own genitals. My heart was pounding with excitement. At that moment I became conscious of sounds of pleasure around me. I gazed at the group and saw them jerking, rubbing or massaging what ever remained of their genitals. Bruce had a sound and was slipping it back and forth in his pee-hole. He seemed perfectly content to pleasure himself without a cock.

Frank was jerking himself off, rubbing his smooth crotch. The variety of pleasure techniques depended on the state of their genitalia.

“You may pleasure yourself, you know,” advise Doctor Bill.

I reached down and grasped my cock below my glans and began to bring myself to climax. The doctor held my foreskin loosely with a clamp. I could feel my balls drawing up to my groin. I was getting close to release, and my breathing became deeper. Just as my spasms of pleasure began, Doctor Bob squeezed the clamp tight. The pain was mixed with ecstasy as the clamp pulled my foreskin forward as tightly was it would stretch. As I groaned, I caught sight of the doctor's other hand which held a scalpel. It whooshed downward, sclicing through my 'skin. I saw it drop between my thighs. Sure enough, Bruce rushed foreward to grab it from my crotch. I gasped. A cold heat spread through my cock.

I noticed, as if somewhere outside of my body, my shaft skin draw back from my glans, but afilmy flap of skin still covered it. The doctor pushed it back and began to make stitches to bid the film to the shaft skin. I could feel the needle weave in and out of my shaft skin, but somehow, a strange relaxation overtook me. I was cut. I had been brave enough to do this and join the Club.

In a few minutes, Doctor Bob helped me off th e table. He spent a few minutes resanitizing the operating area. He took new instruments and motioned for Phil to take his place. My cock was now beginning to swell. A dull sting and ache kept my attention on my member. One of the Club members helped me to a chair. I noticed that his cock, a specimen with a subincision, was dripping with cum. It was starting to soften, but the remains of his pleasure formed strings of creamy seed in his thatch.

“Phil, it's now your turn to face the future without balls. Do you wish to become a eunuch? Do you willingly submit to the cutting off of your nuts? Do you wish this to happen without anesthesia?

“Yes, Doctor. Please do it quickly,” he whispered.

“Then, Phil, begin to pleasure yourself for one of the last times with seed from you balls. Do you wish to keep your scrotum?”

“No, take it all. I want to be smooth in preparation for becoming a nullo.”

Without speaking, Doctor Bob began to massage Phil's nutsac. He gently stripped down on the cords that deliver the sperm to the young man's cock. He was fighting against their natural tendency to retract into the man's groin as Phil's pleasure mounted. He was stroking intently, his eyes rolling back as the climax approached.

This time the doctor took a larger instrument. It was crescent-shaped, with the sharp edge on the inside curve. Around Phil the Club members began their masturbation once again. Against my will, my own bruised cock began to harden, pulling against t he stitches.

The second round of orgasms was taking longer. The men worked harder to achieve their moments of release. They stared fixedly on Phil, who was laboring to burst out. Finally, his naked thighs began to quiver. He groaned and slacked his jerking. Jets of white rope pumped out of his rod.

Doctor Bob gave Phil's nuts one last tug and brought the scimitar from under his sac and sliced it and its contents away from his cock.

A gaping red area appeared where his balls had been. Its ragged edges dripped blood. Phil's body shook from the combined shock and pleasure. Quickly the doctor sewed the edges together and cauterized any excess flesh.

To my amazement my cock spurted another load. In my combined pain and sweet joy, I knew that this was not my last cutting. I was hooked.