'it's been a few days since I failed your (my babysitter's) test involving the fake chastity-cage key. You call me into the room and let me know you've made all the arrangements for my circumcision. You've booked the most experienced doctor in the area and will be taking me to see her in a few days for a physical exam. A week later, she'll perform the surgery. I'll be in no pain during the surgery and completely unaware of the passage of time. One moment, I'll have my foreskin, and, the next thing I know - poof - it'll be gone, replaced with stitches and bandages. You remark that it's like some kind of cruel magic trick, but is still preferable to getting painful injections into my penis and listening to and feeling the doctor work on me for an hour straight. You ask if I feel embarrassed letting the female doctor see and touch my penis. I tell you I realize it's necessary and I only have myself to blame for being in this situation, an answer that pleases you. You joke I might get let off the hook if the doctor thinks my penis is too small to operate on. When I start to turn red with embarrassment, you tell me you're not going to tiptoe around the size of my penis anymore. It's ridiculously small, even for my age, and it's only going to be smaller after this. I need to learn to take a "little" joke; it's definitely not the last one I'll hear in life. You tell me to go get ready to shower; you'll be by to unlock me shortly so I can properly clean my "little guy."' MarkUp Codes For My Good Boys: God77785 SimpNation Markup 100% God15128 MyBestBoy Markup 50% God85261 MyGoodBoy Markup 25%