A blade for Ryan

100% fiction!

Ryan restlessly squirmed in his chair while he waited for the principal to get off the phone. he was geting tired an it was getting dark out. He didn't like athority and he hated to answer all those questions he knew mr's snipit would be hurling at him. so what iF HE skiped class. Big deal. But what really had him hacked off was being ordered to go to the principal's office after Chief Rayborn an mr's brisk smelled pot smoke. ryan stood up and stretched his arms above his head. He stood five-feet six-inches tall and weighed 111 pounds.
mr's snipit hung up the phone. Without even glancing toward ryan he said, "Okay stud, come with me." ryan followed the PERVERTED middle age principal down the dreary-colored hallway. He looked down at the front of his faded denim jeans. Just stay calm, Hitler, he thought to himself. the principal took out a keychain with about a dozen keys on it and opened a door at the end of the hallway. He pushed the door open and flipped on the light. "Okay, in here," she said as she moved aside.ryan looked around as he entered the room. No windows. The room was about twelve by fourteen. A small table and two chairs stood in the center of the room.

Cabinets and a counter top covered one wall. The other walls were bare.the principal looked at the eighteen-year-old standing before her. He really was a nice-looking kid, she thought.The dark, piercing eyes had a look of intelligence. But what interested her was that look of defiance. sHe liked theopportunity to handle the tough studs in her own way. It was a challenge. He liked to bring them down a few notches."Well, now," he began as he closed the door. "I think we need to have a little talk, don't we stud?"ryan looked up at the large breasted curvey yet still slim, red-faced womon in front of him and backed up two steps. "Look, lady," ryan statedflatly, "I already told you. I don't know what cheif rayborn an mr's brisk smelled but I don't have any pot. You already searched mylocker. Where else do you think I'm gonna hide it?" ryan stood there with his arms held out to his sides. His BLACK T-shirtfit loosely.

mr's snipit smiled. ryan could see the condescending look in her eyes. "Well, you see, boy, it's my job to makesure of the facts. Somebody was smoking a joint just before you where caught skipping. And since you were byyourself, that sort of points the finger at you." He paused and took a deep breath. ryan swallowed hard. "But you searched my locker," he argued. "Yeah, so it's not in you'r locker..." mr's snipit didn't finish, but ryan knew what he was getting at. "Hey, I don't have it on me, man. You can see I don't." "Well, in that case, you won't mind if I just makesure, will you? Let's start with your sneakers. Take them off and place them on the table. Socks, too."ryan rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "Oh, hell." With a look of scorn on his face, he sat down in one of thechairs and unlaced his white sneakers. He pulled them off and placed them on the table. Then he stripped off his socksand put them on top of the sneakers. mr's snipit examined the socks and sneakers to makesure there was nothing inside them. SHE SMELLED THE SOCK'S HMM SHE MOUNED SHE LOVED THE SMELL OF THE sweet OF TEEN AGE BOY'S "Okay, sport," shecontinued, "now let's take a look at your T-shirt."ryan was beginning to get nervous. "B-but you can see I'm not hiding anything," he protested."Yeah, but let's just say I like to be sure. Get the shirt off." ryan pulled the white T-shirt over his head in onequick motion and disgustedly threw it on the table.

He ran his fingers through his , light brown hair. It fellneatly back into place. he had hair that was kind of short in the back an long bang's in the front that all most coverd one eye. MR'S SNIPIT picked up the shirt and sniffed it. sHe smiled when he noticed the unmistakable odor of marijuana smoke. "mr's, I swear. That's just plain cigarette smoke you smell. I-I was at the mall and ... I guess some of the guys were smoking." mr's snipit placed the T-shirt on the table and gave ryan a patronizing smile. "If you say so, sweety." sHe stood there and looked at the boy. Those blue eyes and boyish face certainly had a look of innocence. He had lost the air of defiance. "Okay," mr's snipit continued. "The pants." ryan tried to smile. "Jesus, mr's. You can look at me and see that..." "Put your pants on the table, boy." mr's snipit interrupted in a slightly louder voice.ryan closed his eyes for a moment. He knew there was no need to say anything else. He was powerless. He wouldhave to do whatever mr's snipit told him to do. He unbottoned his Levi's and slowly unzipped them. Heslipped them off and tossed them on the table. With his arms folded, he turned his back and studied the pattern in theceiling tile. mr's snipit silently picked up the faded jeans and glanced at the leather label. Size 25 x28. Damn, he thought, how can someone be that slender? He emptied the contents of the pockets and placed everything on the table. Pocket knife, coins, a concert ticket stub. No billfold. ryan looked over his shoulder at mr's snipit.Cautiously, he said, "I-I told you I didn't have any pot." He eased toward the table and started to reach for hispants. "Just a minute, babe," mr's snipit replied. "B-but you can see I'm not hiding anything," ryan saidweakly. He stood with his legs about a foot apart; he held his hands out for her to see. mr's snipit was getting a great deal of pleasure in watching the boy squirm. In a slow, deliberate voice he continued. "Well, I just like to see things for myself. I'm always thorough, you know." ryan's heart was pounding.

He looked down at hissmooth, bare stomach and than at the bulge in his shorts. "Okay," mr's snipit continued, "hand them over."With a puzzled look on his face, ryan said, "W-what doyou mean?" "You know what I mean. Hand over the shorts, stud." ryan opened his mouth to protest. Before he could say anything, mr's snipit interrupted. "I'm not interested inanything you've got to say right now. Hand over the shorts, boy." ryan felt his cheeks burning. This was something he hadn't counted on. With his back turned, he silently slipped out of his jockey shorts and tossed them to the principal.ryanwas now totally naked. mr's snipit examined the shorts and then threw them in the table. He looked at the slender, tanned eighteen-year-old. "You know, it's easier to talk to somebody when you can look them straight in the eye.""Can - can I put my clothes back on now?" ryan asked nervously. "Not until I say so. Now turn around." ryan felt hisface getting hot. With his hands in front of him, he slowly turned around to face the chief. "Boy, what's the matter with you?" MR'S SNIPIT replied in controlled anger. "You act like you're ashamed of your equipment. Just stand right where you are and put your hands behind your head." ryan reluctantly did as he was told. It was then thatmr's snipit saw the reason for the apparent modesty. The foreskin of ryan's uncircumcised penis was stretchedtightly over an object about the size of a silver dollar. "well, well, well," the principal said with a smile.

"Soyou're a little gentile, huh?" As She sat down he continued, "Move closer, so I can take a look." ryan took two steps and stood directly in front of HER. "It's not mine, MAME. I swear. I-I'm just keeping it for a friend of mine."MR'S SNIPIT reached out and gently touched the ample, limp penis. ryan stood still as he watched the foreskinbeing pushed back. As the skin moved back, it uncovered a clear, flat, plastic container. MR'S SNIPIT held thecontainer in her hand. It was about a quarter inch thick and about the size of a silver dollar. It was full of marijuana.ryan closed his eyes and felt his foreskin eased back into place. It felt good for it to relax again. mr's snipit laughed. "Well, I gotta admit, you're pretty sharp to use your little built-in storage pouch. And you almostgot away with it, didn't you, stud? It's been nearly a year since I've seen that done." He held up the container ofgrass for ryan to see. "You know what you're looking at?" he continued. "You're looking at a suspension an two month's in the pen."ryan tried to make his lip stop trembling. "B-but it's not mine mr's . I swear it belongs to someone else."mr's snipit reached out and grasped the tip of ryan's foreskin between HER thumb and index finger. "Well,now, that's just too bad... because you're the one I've got by the whang-dinger." ryan felt relieved when he let go. With the plastic container in his hand, mr's snipit got up and walked over to the door. When he opened it, he turned around. ryan was still standing with his hands behind his head. "You can relax now, little gentile. I'll be back in a minute.""Hey, mr's," ryan said quickly, "can I put my clothes back on?" "No. Just stay like you are." Then the door closed.ryan heaved a sigh of relief. He was glad to be alone.

He reached down and stroked his penis. "Damn," he said tohimself, "that was beginning to hurt." The plastic container had almost been too big to get his foreskin to stretch overit. His other containers were smaller. He hadn't intended to stash this one in his secret pouch, but the principal had caughthim by surprise. ryan opened up one of the cabinet doors. Nothing but a bunch of papers. Opening up the next one, he saw several small jars, about the size of baby food jars. He looked closer at the label of the jar in front. The name "keirThrasher" and the date "Dec. 15, 2005" were written on it. He reached up to turn the jar around to see what was inside.He could see that the jar was filled with a clear liquid, but there was something else, too, sort of pink-looking.Before he got a good look, he heard footsteps and quickly closed the cabinet door. mr's snipit came back inside the room. He walked over to ryan and put her arm around the boy's shoulder. "Come on over here and sit down, son."They sat face to face at the table. The principal continued, "You seem like a nice boy, ryan. You know, Ihate to see a boy like you get a police record so early in life.

Especially a drug charge. I decided I'm not going topress charges against you." ryan looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. mr's snipit continued. "There's just one thing that bothers me, though. I'm afraid this same thing is going to happen again. If I just let you walk out of here, sooner or later you're going to get into a lot of trouble with drugs because you know that even if a cop pulls you over and searches you, he won't find anything. 'Cause nobody is going to think to look in your little built-in hiding place you carry between your legs. So it all boils down to this: How can I make sure that you won't hide grass there again?"ryan listened to the chief's words intently. In a relieved voice, he replied, "Man, I-I've learned my lesson.I promise I won't fool around with any kind of drugs anymore."

mr's snipit looked at the beutiful wide-eyed boy. "Well, that's good. I hope you will stop fooling with drugscompletely. But I'm afraid you missed the point. You see, you have the perfect hiding place. And as long as you canstash your dope there and no one can catch you, then I'm afraid you'll keep on doing it." ryan tried to smile. "I'll sign something if you want me to, but I promise you it won't happen again, mame." SHE stood up and patted ryan on the shoulder. "And that's a promise I know you're going to keep," he said with a smile. "Come with me."sHe led ryan to the stairs at the other end of the hallway. They went down the stairs to a door that had "Tank"written on it. As the room became filled with fluorescent light, MR'S SNIPIT pointed to a support post in the middle ofthe room. "Stand by that post, ryan," he directed. ryan did as he was told. The principal the boy bythe shoulders and gently pushed him against the post. He felt the cold wood on his back.

Then mr's snipit took out a pair of handcuff's and snapped them on ryan's left wrist. Then he pulled ryan's right arm around the post and snapped thehandcuffs on it. ryan was puzzled. "I-I thought you were gonna let me go." mr's snipit stood facing the boy and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders again. ryan looked up at her with eyes of innocence. "You're not gonna hit me, are you?" he asked with a tremor in his voice. mr's snipit smiled and touched the boy's soft cheek. "No, I'm not going to hit you. I like you. And I wouldn't hurt you. It's just that... well, I'm going to help you keep your promise."

He walked over to the cabinet and then sat down at the table. ryan watched as he held a small jar in his hand andwrote something on the label. It was a jar like the one he had seen upstairs. she placed the jar in the center of the table and went back over to the cabinet. ryan looked at the jar. The chief had written: "ryan Evans, Nov. 8, 2006."ryan looked over at the chief. "Hey, what's that for?" he asked. she didn't bother to turn around when he replied,"We'll talk about that in just a minute." sHe placed a cardboard box and a bottle of alcohol on the cabinet top."I'll be back, stud." He closed the door behind him. ryan leaned his head back against the post and lookedat the small jar again. He was puzzled. The jar upstairs had keir Thrasher's name on it and it was dated last December.He remembered keir Thrasher. Todd had come swimming at the river a lot last summer. There were usually about eight or ten boys and they never bothered to put on a bathing suit. keir graduated from high school last June. Someone said he had moved to New Orleans. Bryan took a deep breath and pulled at the handcuffs.They were secure. Guess I'll have to stand here and listen to a lecture about the evils of drugs, he thought tohimself. ryan heard footsteps on the stairs.

The door opened and the chief entered. He looked over at the intemidatingprincipal. "Uh, mame, if you'll take the handcuffs off, I won't try to get away or anything." "Oh, I trust you, sport. I'll take them off in a little while." sHe moved a chair so that he could sit right in front of ryan. "Now, I want you to help me decide what we need to do." He held the tip of ryan's penis and tugged at it gently. "First of all, I want to do what's best for you." "I'll do whatever you say," ryan replied weakly. "if you just want suspend me, I'll... I'll..."the principal patted ryan's butt. "Good. That's just what I wanted to hear. So you'll agree to anything I decide,huh?" ryan eagerly shook his head in agreement. His big blue eyes were full of anticipation."You know, I have to admit that I had a pretty good idea where you were hiding your grass because I've seen itdone before. Did you ever know a boy named keir Thrasher? I guess he's a little older than you." ryan nodded his head. "Yes, mame, I know him. I saw him at the river some last summer." "Well, he got send to my to me last december. He got caught skipping class... just like you. And there was the same odor of pot smoke. So he got send to my ofice. He was a real smart- alick at first. But he had the same little secret pouch you've got, and after I found it...well, let's just say he got real agreeable." keir Thrasher... the name on the little jar upstairs, ryan remembered. He thought about the scene at the river several months ago.

There were about six boys there. Someone came up with the idea of a contest. They all drank three cans of beer and waited for about an hour. Then they had a contest to see who could piss farthest. They each took a turn. ryan watched each boy closely as he stepped up to the line and let go with a stream of piss. He remembered now ... none of the others still had his foreskin. All of them had been circumcised, including keir . ryan looked down at the sexy prencipal. He held ryan's penis in her left hand, and with a pen She made a mark on ryan's penis, about an inch and a half from the tip. "MR'S," ryan said, "are you sure it was KEIR Thrasheryou caught last year?" "Oh, yeah," SHE SAID said with certainty. "About your size. Blond hair, blue eyes. Sure it was KEIR. Why do you ask?" He got up and walked over to the cabinet and opened up the box. ryan looked down at his penis and the line that marked the ridge of the head underneath his foreskin. "MR'S," ryan continued, "what did you do to KEIR ?" The PRENCIPAL sat the bottle of alcohol and the box on the table in front of ryan. He smiled as he said, "The same thing I'm going to do to you, stud." He reached into the box and pulled out a strip of leather about two feet long.

It wasn't much thicker than kite string. He sat down in front of Bryan and he made a loop and placed it around the end of Bryan's penis. ryan watched as SHE tightened the noose around the loose skin of his penis; he winced as it got uncomfortably tight. Then the PRENCIPAl pulled on the leather strip, and ryan's foreskin started to stretch."Hey, that hurts," ryan said as he watched his penis stretch about as far as it would go. ryan took a deepbreath and looked at the ceiling. "W-what did you do to keir?" he asked again. He almost held his breath as hewaited for an answer. mr's snipit looked up at the boy. He noticed the sweat on the boy's face. "Well, keir and I had a little talk and he said he would go along with anything I decided to do if I wouldn't suspend's. i guess hE was worryed About COLLEGE So, right here in this room, in the very spot where you're standing... I circumcised him." ryan felt his heart pounding. "B-but you're not going to circumcise me, are you?" "It'll be over before you know it, stud. Besides, that big dick of yours can afford to be trimmed down a little bit." Bryan was really starting to sweat. He watched with wide eyes as THE PRENCIPAL loosened the leather noose and removed it. He reached into the box and pulled out a piece of stainless steel that looked about like a thimble, only larger. He pushed Bryan's foreskin back and placed the device on the head. Then he released the foreskin and let it cover the device. Again he placed the leather noose around the tip and pulled it tight. Then he reached into the box and got a piece of cotton. The smell of alcohol filled Bryan's nostrils as the chief saturated the cotton and swabbed it on his penis. ryan remembered the small jar upstairs with KEIR'S name on it. Then he realized what was in it. MR'S SNIPIT really had circumcised KEIR and the jar contained KEIR'S foreskin!

Bryan pulled at the handcuffs but they held tightly. He pushed against the post as hard as he could. This couldn'tbe happening. Circumcision was the most brutal word ryan knew. It was something he thought he would never have toendure. When he tried to speak his voice came out in a whimper. " MR'S, I swear, I'll do anything you tell me to do. I got$200 in the bank...Ouch!" ryan winced as the PRENCIPAL took a metal clamp similar to a clothespin and placed it on his penis. He closed his eyes tightly as the clamp dug into his foreskin. "That hurts," he grunted. MR'S SNIPIT gently rubbed RYAN'S BUTT . "I know it hurts," he replied with genuine concern. "It'll stop hurting in a few minutes. Then it will be numb and you won't feel any more pain."

ryan looked at the ceiling as the minutes ticked by. This was a nightmare. Sweat rolled down his face as hethought about what was coming. He thought about all the times he had envied his buddies because they had beentrimmed as infants. The exposed head seemed more PRETTY. He had tried in vain to train his foreskin to stay bunched upbehind the head long enough for him to get into his P.E. clothes in the sixth grade. But his foreskin was too long.Then, in the seventh grade, on a camping trip with four of his close friends, he learned that they were envious of himbecause he had everything he was born with. After that, ryan learned to appreciate what he had, and he wore hisforeskin proudly. SHE removed the metal clamp. ryan watched as he took the leather strip and pulled it gently. Then he reached into the box and picked up a roll of gauze and a pair of scissors and placed them at the edge of the table. He wrapped the leather strip around his hand and pulled. ryan watched as the tender foreskin stretched as it had never stretched before. "Okay, sport. Just stand still. Keep your back against the post." Without letting the pressure off, SHE reached over to the box with her free hand and picked up a metallic object.RYAN felt a rush in the pit of his stomach when he saw that it was a surgical scalpel. He didn't want to watch butcouldn't take his eyes away. Sweat glistened on his chest and stomach as he watched the scalpel being placed inposition. MR'S SNIPIT looked up at the handsome, frightened boy. The beautiful BLUE eyes were full of anticipation more than fear.

There was nothing sassy about him now. He was completely helpless. The PRENCIPAL smiled; She had a feeling of satisfaction. Suddenly ryan felt even more pressure. He was straining to keep his back against the post. He didn't feel as much pain as he had a few minutes before. It was beginning to numb. THE PRENCIPAL placed the blade of the scalpel against the taut skin on the mark he had made earlier. ryan watched the blade as it slowly moved across his skin. The tender young skin gave way to the sharp blade. One slice, two slices, three..ryan closed his eyes and titled his head back. He felt the pressure stop as the blade cut all the way through. He heard the thimble-like device fall to the concrete floor; nothing remained to hold it in place. Strangely, he didn't feel as much pain as he thought hewould. He looked down. The head of his penis was completely exposed. The stump of skin remaining barely reached to the ridge of the head. Blood was beginning to ooze from the stump.

"Say, you're quite a man, ryan," SHE said as he wrapped the penis in gauze. "Boy, you're all right."ryan looked over at the table. The strip of leather lay there, his severed foreskin was still in its grasp. Hetook a deep breath. It was all over; he was circumcised, just like all the other boys he knew. He felt the handcuffs release their grip on his wrists. THE PRENCIPAL guided him to a chair. It felt good to sit down. Then ryan watched as the prencipal removed the leather strip from the piece of flesh which had been a treasured part of his body only minutes before."I gotta hand it to you,HONY," SHE continued as he held the soft tissue in front of ryan, "nature really gave you something extra. Hell, you had a lot bigger flap than KEIR Thrasher."

After giving ryan some pain capsules, She let the humbled, thankful young man get dressed and be on his way.He held up the small jar of alcohol and looked at his new prize, which he had just removed from ryan. SHE walked overto the cabinet and pulled the door open. Again he held up the small jar was ryan's name on it."You'll always be special to me, ryan. You're number ten." Then he placed the small jar with the other nine, eachcontaining a memento of the teenaged stud who had encountered the scalpel of MR'S CATHY ANN SNIPIT OF NORTHEAST CLIMAX HIGH SCHOOL