A Story Of A Forced Circumcision:
The intense fear coursed through my veins as I sat in the dark waiting room, my heart pounding faster with each passing second. I had been dragged here against my will, a prisoner against my own free will. I had been informed that I was about to undergo a forced circumcision.
My mind raced with all sorts of horrific scenarios as to what could possibly happen as I waited to meet my fate. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel, if it would be painful, or if it would just be a breeze. As I continued to torture myself with thoughts and fears, I heard a door open and a tall, imposing man entered the room.
He was wearing a white medical gown and was carrying a scalpel and some other instruments. His face was emotionless as he introduced himself as Doctor Nelson, the one who was going to perform my circumcision. I shuddered at his words and felt a wave of terror wash over me.
The doctor sat me down in a chair and informed me that he was going to perform a partial circumcision. He explained that he was going to remove the foreskin of my penis and that the whole procedure would take about thirty minutes. He then put on a pair of latex gloves and began the procedure.
The first part of the procedure was relatively painless, but as he started to cut into my flesh, I gasped in pain. The doctor ignored my cries of discomfort and continued with the procedure before finally announcing that he had finished. The whole ordeal had taken around ten minutes, but to me it felt like an eternity.
Once the procedure was finished, the doctor informed me that I had successfully been circumcised. He then gave me a cream to apply to the area for a few days to reduce any soreness or discomfort. I thanked the doctor before staggering out of the room, still in a state of shock.
As I walked out into the night, I suddenly realised that I had just had a forced circumcision. I had been forced to have part of my penis cut off and there was nothing I could do about it. I was angry, scared and deeply ashamed. All I wanted was to get away from the clinic and never look back.
As I walked back to my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel violated. I had no control over what had just happened to me and it made me feel powerless and humiliated. But at the same time, I also felt strangely liberated. Having my foreskin removed had been a traumatic experience, but it had also released me from a part of my old life.
A few weeks later, I finally felt ready to face the world again. As I slowly made my way out of the house, I noticed that people were looking at me differently, as if there was something about me that was different. I soon realised that it was my penis. I had been circumcised and this somehow made me exotic and different.
People no longer saw me as the scared, powerless victim that had been forced to undergo the procedure. Instead they saw a strong, confident man and treated me accordingly. I no longer felt ashamed of what had been done to me, but instead I felt proud and liberated.
This newfound confidence in myself and my body allowed me to explore my sexuality in a way that I never had before. I was no longer afraid of trying new things, of pushing boundaries and exploring the full spectrum of my desires. I felt free to explore my sexuality, to experience pleasure and to experiment with sex and relationships.
The experience of the forced circumcision had ultimately been a liberating one and one that I will never forget. It had allowed me to truly explore my sexuality and to push my boundaries in ways that I never thought possible. It had been a moment of freedom and a moment of empowerment and it was only now, after months of waiting, that I was finally starting to realise its full impact on my life.
