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As the sole american at LAcadémie Militaire de St. Pierre I was often ribbed about being the only circumcised one of the bunch of 18 and 19 years in attendance that year. They called me juif even though Im not jewish. I tried to explain that most guys get cut in the states but they were set on making my life hell. Particularly Bruno Le Favre, the tough of the group. He was the ringleader. In my first week there it was he who organized and executed the plan to drag me from the changing room after my shower and parade me around the caféteria wet and struggling to show off my weirdly denuded member. He was also the one in rugby practice to violently squeeze my testicles in the dogpile whenever I was tackled.
Bruno was one of these ego-centric beauties that spends as much time naked in the changing room and showers as possible, walking about with a swagger with his pendulous 5-1/2 inches of meat swaying proudly between his legs. He was always pinching my ass playfully and intimating he might make me taste what a real dick tastes like. To the others it was just bully play and they went along only to curry favor with him as he was the defacto Alpha-Male of our command group. I tried to avoid him like the plague and managed to do so rather well until the night of La Toussainte. Thats the french equivalent of Halloween but they dont really dress up or Trick or Treat. They just throw a party to end all parties and that was the night I vowed that the tables were to be turned. That night Bruno was rather benevolent toward me, insisting on paying for all my drinks as his way of showing hospitality to the foreigner. Drink after drink came, all of which he insisted I try. They laughed as I tried to refuse the sixth drink and chanted Bois, bois, bois, bois! until I did just that, drink, drink , drink, drink. I was staggeringly drunk as we exited the club we were at and only remember waking up with this swarthy, smelly Bruno on top of me in the laundry room of our barraks pumping in and out of my virgin sphincter. The pain was enough to snap me out of my alcohol-induced coma. Seeing me groggily awake he pulled my arms behind my back and only redoubled his thrusting saying Je te prometais ca (something to the effect of I told you youd get it). When he was done he pushed me to the floor and I fell, entangled in my pants around my ankles. The next week he acted as if nothing happened but he left several notes in my locker telling me that next week I would be tasting his cum. That is when I snapped. I broke into the medical supply room and gathered the instruments of my revenge. Four days later I crept to his bedside and told him I wanted to taste his cum and led him to the abandoned surgical bay where I had prepared my revenge. Once there he pushed me to my knees as he lowered his boxers and grabbed me by the hair to force his swelling meat into my mouth. The smell was abhorrent as he obviously hadnt bathed in quite a while and I choked quietly to my self as he began to rub his distended member over my face. With no time to lose I firmly grasped his package and sucker punched as hard as I could in the balls. There was no escape as my fist impacted his nutsack with my hand firmly behind it. With no avenue of departure his testicules flattened under the blow. He doubled over and almost wretched, completely breathless and slowly sinking to his knees. I leapted at the oportunity to grab his hands and bind them tightly with several lengths of surgical tubing to the stanchions running floor to ceiling behind his head. While he was still in a daze I grabbed his ankles and tying each in the same manner I spread eagles him. I fastened off the ankles to the surgical table mounted on the floor and a support beam a few feet away. I had to pull hard to stretch him out as he was trying to adopt a fetal position. Once he was secure I knelt over him, grasping him by the balls to ensure he had my full attention and squeezed. It was a moment or two before he passed out but the look of surprise and pain on his face was worth a million. Before he awoke I gagged him with some cloth and tape and set up my previously arranged instruments of retribution. He awoke as I was pulling back his foreskin and scrubbing in a betadine solution with a course nylon brush. He writhed in agonly as I exposed his tender cock head and sanded away to clean the pink glans. I actually had to get extra rope to tie down his hips to the drainage grate beneath him as he would writhe and arch his back as I scrubbed fiercely and mercilessly his tender cock head. When I was satisfied of its cleanliness I brought out the scalpel and the hemostat and paraded each of them in front of his gagged and wide-eyed face. With a slow and even stroke I applied the scalpel to his helpless genitals cutting a circle around his dick about an inch from the pubic hairs. By now his muffled screams were getting me excited and I had to adjust myself several times. His dick tried to shrink inside his body but to no avail. I had its full length stretched out with my right hand while I cut with the left. Once the initial ring was complete I skinned back his foreskin exposing his glans and made another circular incision about an inch behind the head. Finally with one vertical slit I was able to peel away the ring of skin that used to be 3-1/2 inches of his dick. Since he had passed out again I wrenched his ballsack to jolt him awake so he could enjoy the remaining portion of our little operation. At this point I let his traumatized penis shrink into itself and I began the suture work. I gathered both sections of skin (what little remained) and sutured them together placing four equidistant sutures to hold the two flaps together and then finishing in the gaps with another 12 sutures to make sure the surgery held. For fun I poured 97% Isopropyl alcohol over the whole package and watched him writhe anew. With this new affront he passed out cold and I swabbed the area with antibiotic ointment and wrapped it securely. As insurance I took a photo of him with my dick in his mouth and departed, leaving explicit after-care instructions and a bottle of tetracycline in his hand. We didnt see him at the gym for 4 weeks and he hurried rather than saunter through the changing process. When I did get a good glimpse I saw his still-raw two-inch newly-circumcised penis and knew my days of ribbing were over. Story by Fulton
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