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"It’s time for you to snip my tip!” declared Nandor, holding the scissors up to Guillermo and opening and closing them a few times for emphasis.
Guillermo grimaced, and took the scissors from him.
He took off the towel that Nandor had draped over his crotch. Nandor's dick was as massive as he remembered it being when he flashed everyone at Sean's pride parade a few days before.
Guillermo wrapped his left hand around it and lifted it off Nandor’s thighs.
He felt Nandor's cock start to fill.
Guillermo flinched, and quickly shifted his grip so that he was only barely touching it with the tips of his fingers. He lifted the scissors hesitantly.
"It will only take a couple of quick snips," said Nandor.
"Okay, brace yourself," said Guillermo, frowning, as he opened the scissors.
Guillermo lifted the foreskin away from the head with the edge of his thumb. He carefully slid the tip of the scissors underneath, and made a quick vertical cut. Nandor winced in pain, gritting his teeth.
Guillermo felt Nandor's dick hardening further. His eyes widened, and he glanced at Nandor’s face.
“This will be easier if it’s soft.”
"I can't fucking control it," said Nandor, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, can you, I don't know, think of something unpleasant to make it go down?"
"No.”
Guillermo waited for him to elaborate, but Nandor stayed silent as his dick became fully engorged.
He gingerly pinched the flap of foreskin between his left index finger and thumb, and slid the blade of the scissors underneath again.
He began cutting around the base of the head. Every tiny snip made Nandor produce a grunt of pain.
"Are you still-" Guillermo started once he had reached halfway around the head.
"I'm fucking fine," said Nandor through gritted teeth. "Just get this over with. It fucking hurts."
Guillermo continued, breathing softly through his mouth. When he severed the skin completely, he quickly wrapped it in a kleenex and dropped it into the garbage can beside him.
There wasn't much bleeding, thankfully, and Guillermo was satisfied that he had cut it pretty cleanly and evenly.
Nandor was still hard.
"Okay, all done," said Guillermo.
"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to…" said Nandor, trailing off.
Guillermo's heart sped up. "I don't think you should rub it, you'll irritate the wound too much."
Nandor glared at him. "Get the fuck out," he hissed. Guillermo flinched and hightailed it out of the kitchen.
So much for gratitude , thought Guillermo bitterly, sitting in his foot locker once he was back in his room under the stairs.
Guillermo had done a lot of weird, intimate things for Nandor over the years, but that little bit of DIY surgery had probably been the weirdest and most intimate of them all.
And on top of how utterly fucked up the experience was, it had made Nandor hard. Why the fuck did it make him hard!? Guillermo thought hysterically.
It could have been just a reaction to his dick being touched by someone else, Guillermo tried to reason with himself. Or maybe it was just random.
Maybe , said a little voice at the back of his head, he has a pain kink.
The idea sent a rush of involuntary arousal to Guillermo's groin.
No. I am not going to masturbate to the memory of cutting off Nandor's foreskin, he thought, shame burning in his chest. That would be too fucking far.
He liked it though , said the little voice at the back of his head. He liked me touching his dick. I bet he didn't even undo the Djinn wish. He probably still thinks about me every time he uses it.
Guillermo's cock hardened. He palmed at it through his khakis.
I bet he has some kind of messed up dick pain fetish , Guillermo thought. I bet he's touching himself to the memory of me cutting it right now.
Guillermo unbuttoned his pants, and pushed his hand into his underwear. He shut his eyes tightly and bit his lip as he furiously rubbed at his dick
"It hurts, Guillermo," he imagined Nandor saying. Nandor was still laid out on the kitchen table in his mind's eye, stroking his newly-cut cock slowly while looking up at Guillermo with a vulnerable expression on his face.
"Please, Guillermo," moaned the imaginary Nandor.
Guillermo imagined climbing on top of him, and rubbing his dick against Nandor's.
"Fuck," the imaginary Nandor sobbed. "Fuck, it hurts ."
Guillermo thrust up into his hand again and again.
"It feels so good when you hurt me,” the imaginary Nandor moaned.
Guillermo came.
He stared at the ceiling, panting.
I'm so fucked up.