Greg, an eighteen year old with an uncut cock, joined an uncut jack off club in San Francisco, hoping to connect with guys his age who shared his anatomy. Instead, he encountered older uncut men that looked like they could be grandfather's who had a lot of knowledge about foreskins and a few with intense foreskin fetishes. The group fizzled out, but Greg bonded with a few members, including circumcised guys fascinated by foreskin and circumcision role play. One friend, Mark, a reliable figure from the club, reached out with an enticing offer. He had a house in the city and planned a private session with five other circumcised guys, all eager to explore Greg’s foreskin, particularly through circumcision role play with real tools. Mark added a twist: Greg would be tied up, helpless, to heighten the thrill. Horny after months of abstinence and intrigued by the idea of surrendering control, Greg trusted Mark and agreed, the thought of being bound sparking a rush of arousal.

At Mark’s house, the basement was dimly lit, a padded table in the center equipped with soft leather restraints. The five other guys some familiar from the club, others new greeted Greg, their eyes glinting with excitement. Mark explained the setup, emphasizing trust: Greg would be restrained, unable to move, while they played with his foreskin and role played. They’d respect his limits, with Mark overseeing everything. Greg’s pulse quickened, a mix of nerves and anticipation, as he stripped and climbed onto the table. The guys secured his wrists and ankles, the restraints snug, leaving him spread eagled, cock exposed. The sensation of being helpless, completely at their mercy, made him rock hard, his foreskin slick with precum.

Before the foreskin play began, Mark announced a surprise, his tone mischievous. Greg, bound and vulnerable, watched as Paul fetched a small kit containing a razor, shaving cream, and a towel. The guys grinned, explaining they wanted Greg’s cock and balls shaved bald to enhance the experience, making every touch more intense. Greg’s eyes widened, a jolt of surprise mixing with his arousal he hadn’t expected this, but the idea, combined with his helpless state, thrilled him. Mark applied warm shaving cream to Greg’s pubes, cock, and balls, the cool foam making him shiver. Paul, with steady hands, began shaving, the razor gliding smoothly over Greg’s skin, stripping away the hair. Each stroke was deliberate, the sensation of the blade so close to his sensitive skin sending tingles through him. Dan held Greg’s cock steady, gently pulling the foreskin forward to ensure a clean shave around the base, while Alex wiped away excess cream. Tom, hovering nearby, watched with a strange intensity, his presence unnerving but tempered by the others’ control. When they finished, Greg’s cock and balls were completely smooth, the bare skin glistening, every nerve heightened. The guys ran their fingers over the freshly shaved area, marveling at the sleekness, their touches electric against Greg’s exposed skin.

The foreskin play began with Mark, who eased Greg into the session. His fingers traced Greg’s foreskin, pulling it back to reveal the glans, then sliding it forward, rolling the excess between his thumbs. He stretched it outward, praising its elasticity, the shaved skin amplifying every sensation. Greg squirmed against the restraints, the inability to move intensifying each touch. Dan followed, his touch precise, tugging the foreskin in firm pulls, stretching it until the glans peeked out, then letting it snap back. He spread it wide, inspecting the inner skin, his fingers cool against Greg’s heat. Paul, playful, pulled the foreskin into a long tube, twisting it gently, chuckling as Greg moaned. Alex stretched it sideways, spreading it like wings, holding it open to peer inside, his breath hot on Greg’s shaft. Tom’s turn was rough, yanking the foreskin back hard, then stretching it forward aggressively. His unsettling energy made Greg tense, but the restraints and Mark’s watchful presence kept him safe.

The play shifted to docking, each guy eager to slide their cut cock into Greg’s stretched foreskin. Mark lubed his glans, and Paul stretched Greg’s foreskin open, allowing Mark to ease in. The sensation of Mark’s smooth head against Greg’s was electric, their precum mingling as Mark thrust gently, the foreskin wrapping both tips tightly. The shaved skin made every movement more vivid, Greg’s bound state forcing him to absorb each sensation. Dan docked methodically, holding Greg’s foreskin as he aligned their cocks, sliding in with slow strokes. Paul’s thicker cock stretched Greg’s foreskin further, the skin taut as it enveloped Paul’s head, their playful rocking intense. Alex stretched Greg’s foreskin wide before docking, his steady thrusts making Greg’s cock throb. Tom’s docking was harsh, yanking Greg’s foreskin back before forcing his cock in, his erratic thrusts straining the skin. The others monitored Tom, ensuring he stayed in line, but the intensity left Greg’s foreskin red and swollen, pulsing with pleasure.

The circumcision role play began when Mark unveiled real tools: a scalpel, clamps, forceps, glinting under the light. Greg’s pulse raced, the restraints and shaved skin heightening his vulnerability. Mark’s calm voice reassured him as the guys took turns “prepping” him, clamping his foreskin, miming cuts while narrating fantasies. Dan’s descriptions were chillingly detailed, Paul joked about “snipping” Greg, and Alex traced the scalpel’s blunt edge along Greg’s skin, teasing without harm. Tom, however, was menacing. Gripping the scalpel, he muttered how easy it would be to “run the blade around the bell” and circumcise Greg for real, gesturing at the clamped foreskin, insisting it was “ready” and would take “seconds.” His face twisted with angry frustration when the others shut him down, their laughter masking unease. Tom paced, muttering, his eyes locked on Greg’s cock, calculating how to cut him permanently. Mark and the others stayed vigilant, their protective presence reinforcing Greg’s trust, the restraints making their control both thrilling and secure.

Fuming, Tom sought another outlet. When the others were distracted, he grabbed a cock pump, a clear tube with a rubber seal. Roughly retracting Greg’s foreskin, exposing the glans, he forced the pump over Greg’s cock, his movements deliberate, as if aiming to ruin what he couldn’t cut. The suction hit with the first pump, yanking the foreskin back further, stretching it painfully. Greg, bound and helpless, winced, but the pressure sparked pleasure, his frenulum the sensitive band beneath the glans pulled taut like a wire. Tom, seeing Greg’s arousal, pumped harder, faster, his face grim with intent. Each pull stretched the foreskin and frenulum to their limits, Greg’s glans flaring, engorged and purple. The pleasure pain mix overwhelmed him, his balls tightening as he fought to hold back, the restraints making resistance futile.

With one final, vicious pump, Greg’s orgasm erupted, semen flooding the tube in thick spurts. At that moment, a searing pain tore through him. A loud pop echoed as his frenulum ripped, blood mixing with semen, swirling pink inside the tube. Greg screamed, straining against the restraints as Tom yanked the pump off, leaving Greg’s cock raw and bleeding. The guys erupted, shouting at Tom, who stood back, unapologetic, his eyes cold. Mark quickly freed Greg and rushed him to the emergency room, apologizing profusely.

In the hospital, the doctor examined the torn frenulum and pushed for circumcision, calling it the only fix. Greg, shaken but defiant, argued for an hour, refusing to lose his foreskin. The doctor relented, removing the remaining frenulum, warning it was too weak to repair and prone to future tears. Stitched up, Greg went home, healing over three weeks, reflecting on the thrill of being tied up, the surprise of the shave, and the trust in Mark and the others who protected him, despite Tom’s spiteful act.

When Greg finally jacked off, he was cautious but curious. Lubing up, he stroked and found the sensation intact, though freer. Without the frenulum, his foreskin glided effortlessly, sliding back to expose the head fully, the skin pulling so tight his cock looked circumcised. The shaved skin, still smooth, heightened the glide. Greg loved the sleek, taut appearance. In gym showers, where he’d once struggled to keep his foreskin retracted to pass as cut, it now stayed back easily. He began keeping it retracted constantly.

Three years later, Greg’s foreskin, always pulled back, had shrunk behind the glans. His exposed head thickened, less sensitive from constant exposure. Returning to docking play, he found his foreskin too short to cover the glans. Determined to restore it, Greg started stretching exercises, pulling the skin forward daily and sleeping with it retracted to allow the head to stay expanded and desensitized. Gradually, the foreskin lengthened enough for docking, while his glans stayed thick and bold. The balance was ideal finely tuned: a long foreskin for play, a desensitized, meaty head for stamina. Greg’s cock, reshaped by that intense night, the surprise shave, the thrill of being bound, and Tom’s vengeful act, became a source of pride, a testament to his resilience and ability to reclaim control.

As he admired his transformed cock, Greg thought to himself how things were meant to be. He was totally surprised and happy with his frenulum gone, the newfound freedom of his foreskin’s glide a revelation. His only regret was that it hadn’t happened sooner, sparing him years of restriction and unlocking a version of his body he now cherished.