By Mr. S-K
Copyright 2025 by Mr. S-K, all rights reserved
[1,620 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
I was born a very poor boy near the desert. My family didn’t have
enough to support me and my siblings, and I joined my father in work
very early on. When I turned eleven years old, a rich older man came
into our town looking for people to help him construct a new city far
away from there, and he thought that my father was a good worker. My
father didn’t want to leave us far from him, thinking that we would die
from hunger before he came back with the money, so the older man made a
compromise: he and his family would adopt all of us and give us a good
life. He himself had three daughters, but always wanted to have a son,
so he would keep me, and my siblings would be distributed through his
siblings and cousins, all very rich people. Dad talked to us and agreed
to this, hoping that we would have a much better life than his.
The rich man’s name was Muhammad, and he asked me to start calling him
dad from then on. When I reached his house, I was greeted by a gorgeous
woman called Aaliyah, who would be my new mother. She presented me to
my new sisters, all very beautiful girls covered in golden jewellery:
Fatima, the oldest, Amara, the middle one, and Layla, a cute toddler.
They were all very kind to me, and gave me a big banquet to eat. It was
all delicious food, and this was the first banquet I had ever had. They
kept telling me that I had to change my name to Muhammad as well, in
order to follow my new dad’s footsteps more properly, and I was too
flabbergasted to refuse. So they started calling me Muhammad from then
on. They told me that they would teach me all about the Islamic faith,
which they followed, and that I would become an important man in that
region, like my new father, maybe the most important businessman of the
country.
After the banquet, two beautiful servant ladies came
towards us and told my new mom that my bath was ready. She told me to
follow the two ladies, and I did. They took me to a huge bathtub,
filled with hot water, and told me to get in. They kept looking at me,
and I asked if they were going to leave, but they told me that they
were assigned to wash every one of the children, and that would include
me. So I took off my clothes while facing away from them, and entered
the bathtub covering my penis with my hands.
They then came
towards the bathtub and started washing my hair. One of them washed
with water and the other one washed with shampoo. I had never taken a
hot bath, and most surely not with two women taking care of me. They
then started cleaning my face with soap, and told me that it was nice
to take care of a boy, as it hadn’t been years since they last did it.
I asked who the boy was, and they told me that it was my new dad’s
youngest brother, who used to live with them until he became a teenager
and left for business school.
Then they started to watch my
chest and back, and then my arms. They made me raise my arms, and told
me not to worry about covering, as they were professionals. When they
went to wash my penis, they looked at each other in awe, as if they had
seen something weird. They only washed it superficially and quickly
before moving on.
After they finished washing me, they dried
me in the softest towel I had ever seen, and then wrapped me in a very
comfortable robe. They took me to my new bedroom, and asked me to
excuse them while they went to talk to my mom. I couldn’t hear what
they said, but after that my new mom came in alone, and asked me how I
was liking it there. I told her it was an amazing place, and that I
liked the people. She then asked me to lie down in bed, as she wanted
to see something in my body.
When I did, she unfastened my
robe and opened it. She looked at my penis, and mumbled that she didn’t
expect that. She then got me dressed, and told me that she would make a
big party for me. She called it a circumcision party. I didn’t know
what that meant, but I enjoyed the idea of a party just for me. She
said that every Muslim boy should have a circumcision party, and I was
no exception.
So, the next week, the whole family gathered
around us. They all wanted to meet me and celebrate. As soon as I woke
up, I heard the noise of the party getting prepared. Mom came to my
bedroom, and asked me to go bathe. I did, and she followed me. She said
that today she would be the one bathing me. She bathed me in extreme
detail, and after a few minutes my sisters came in. I asked mom about
it, but she said that it was normal during a circumcision party for the
whole family to be there while the boy was getting ready. I didn’t
understand the customs, but I followed it, as they were going to give
me a very good future.
When it was time to wash my penis, mom
said that we had to clean it very well today. She forced my foreskin
open, which was painful, and asked my sisters to look well, as this was
what I was going to be like. Amara asked if that was what all boys
looked like, and mom said yes. Mom then grabbed a razor and shaved off
all of my pubes, telling me that I had to be very clean there and that
all proper men removed their hairs. She told Fatima to go tell the
servants later that they were meant to do that to me, remove all my
pubic hairs and armpit hairs frequently.
They then dried me
and dressed me in very beautiful clothes. They then took me to the
middle of the garden, and many family members came to introduce
themselves. I met all of my new uncles and aunts, and many of my new
cousins. They were all eating and drinking, but mom said I could only
eat later.
After about an hour of dancing and playing, dad
came and called me for the moment of my circumcision. I still didn’t
know what that was, and he told me that this was when I became a real
man. He took me back to the center of the garden, where an old man
stood with some medical instruments. He asked the women to stand back,
and called his brothers to stay near us. He then pulled down my pants
and underwear, and completely removed them, leaving me with only my
shirt. I tried to cover my penis, but he hit my hand, and told me that
I couldn’t cover it, and that I would be treated like a little boy
until I finished my circumcision, so there was nothing to hide, as
little boys could be naked in front of the family.
I was then
pushed to sit down in front of the old man, and he grabbed my penis. He
examined it, forced back my foreskin, and made a few markings with a
pen. Then dad covered my eyes and told me to think about something
else, and in a moment the men pulled my foreskin as far out as he could
and cut it off with a scalpel. I screamed in pain, but all of the men
cheered. Soon my sisters came near me and helped me get up. They walked
me towards a bed, sat me down, and cleaned the cut on my penis. Fatima
even gave it a little kiss on the tip to heal faster.
After
that, they lied me down in bed and told all of my new relatives to come
in. Each one of them asked to see my cut, and after they did they
cheered me for becoming a real man and gave me some money. One of my
younger cousins asked his dad if he would do the same, and his dad said
yes, as he would eventually become a big man. One of my girl cousins
tried to touch it, but her mother blocked her, saying that she couldn’t
touch it today for it was very sensitive. When she said that she had
touched her little brother’s, her mother said that her little brother
was still a baby, so his penis wasn’t like mine, and it would be like
mine in the future, and when it was like that, she would not be allowed
to touch it again.
By the end, my mom and my sisters came
towards me again. Mom said she was very proud of me, and so did the
girls. Amara said that it was nice that I was now a man. Fatima said
that before the circumcision I was still a baby, looking just like our
little cousins. Then dad came by, and congratulated me on my strength,
a real man’s strength. He told me that, after I healed, he would take
me to see his company and teach me all about real life. He wanted me to
become his successor, the future of this family, and that now I was
officially his son. He gave me a firm handshake, and life then forever
changed.