In a nondescript preschool in a time and place that ultimately didn’t matter, there was a restroom.  Out of a necessity to teach cubs the importance of privacy, the boys side of the restroom had thick dividers separating each of the toilets with locking doors as well, a scant few urinals opposite of the stalls with doorless dividers of their own.  However the most important detail was the existence of a door that lead to a utility room located in the far back of the restroom.  Conveniently the last toilet stall did not have a left-facing divider installed, simply letting the wall of the nearby room be a natural wall if of it’s self.  If a curious little cub from the preschool were to venture to the backmost stall, doing their very best to get their coveted smiling sun stickers for their potty charts for using the potty like a big cub, they’d find a tiny little hole drilled into the leftmost wall.  The hole had roughly the width of an adult’s thumbpaw and was completely smooth-bored out. Within the stall at the entrance for the hole was the scrawl of what one could assume was the hole’s creator.  The etchings were inked with permanent marker and written in tiny letters so as not to bring unwanted attention to the hole’s creation outside of those who bent over to read it.  The hole’s creator faced with the challenge of conveying instructions to little cubs who barely knew their ABC’s was to put the writing in it’s simplest terms with a visual aid to help, the scribbles reading “Put your peepee inside hole for a surprise!” with a circle drawn around the hole and a crude depiction of a penis with an arrow pointing to the hole, not wanting to leave any interested little one’s for want of direction.
Intrigued by the mysterious hole that had appeared in their restroom stall one day, a cub took a chance and shoved their tiny little 2 – 5 year old toddlerhood inside.  At first, the grownup on the side of the hole was just as apprehensive as the first cub who stuck their tender boyhood through the wall and did all but the gentlest of kisses, however with repeat returns from cubs familiar and new ones too, the mysterious benefactor on the other side of the wall became more generous and lavish with his tender loving care.  What started as gentle kisses and light touches became tender lavishing licks, polishing their various cub’s little mushroom heads from tip to base, the prickly sensation of the adult’s feline tongue eliciting all sorts of adorable squeaks and moans from the sensitive little ones.  Not satisfied with oral alone, eventually the unnamed feline started incorporating a lubed up paw to his routine, playing the cub’s little meat flutes with the finesse of a maestro, their high pitched boyish moans and raspy breaths like music to the feline’s frisky orchestra.  

As he got more familiar with his regular visitors, he’d even whisper soft little bits of praise to the anonymous cubs, praising them on how beautiful, clean, and pleasant looking their tiny toddlerhoods were.  However, for reasons unknown to the various cubs who were in the know, this feline would refuse to acknowledge cubs who hadn’t been circumcised, something the cubs simply chocked up to the feline simply not being there at the time when those who were still of natural state of body and intactness came to visit the hole that was whispered about among the boys in hushed breaths.

Not wanting to hog the hole to themselves, some cubs began to whisper about it and as luck would have it, some of those words landed on my own little ferret ear nubs.  Intrigued by the premise of a hole in the back of the preschool restroom that would make my “pee-pee feel all sorts of tingly and good.” according to the words of my schoolmates, I felt a curiosity grip me that occupied my thoughts until preschool let out.
After the bell had rang to let us out for the day, I waddle over as fast as my little brown furred ferret limbs could take my three year old toddlercub self, showing the kind of urgency I’d typically reserve for such important things like dino-nuggies for dinner.  Quickly making my way to the restroom, I rushed down to the end of the stalls and slid inside the last one, my eyes darting around as I scanned the wall looking for this special hole.

“H-hewwo?” I ask aloud in a hushed tone.

A purring male voice would respond with “Meowdy~”. “I know what you’re here for. Just wiggle cute little peepee of yours through the hole, and I’ll see that you’re given what it deserves.” The voice continued with a beckoning allure. 

It seemed the cub’s gossiping had rang true.  There really was an eager to please grownup on the other side of the wall.  The thought of experiencing these tingling and pleasant sensations the other cubs were practically gushing over  was too enticing of an offer to refuse and just a few brief moments later, the crinkling noise of my legs wiggling and crinkling in my diaper would be heard as I slowly peeled off my diaper tapes and let the padded garment softly thud onto the floor.  With nothing blocking my insertion now, I positioned my hips at the hole in the thin walls and snaked my intact foreskin wrapped boyhood through the hole.
Watching from the other side of the wall, the feline saw my anteater snout of a foreskin covered toddlerhood wiggle it’s way through the hole until I was fully pressed against the wall.  Typically the feline would simply give cubs like myself the cold shoulder and leave us hanging there until we quit of our own volition, but something about my appearance stirred a reaction out of the foreskinphobic feline.  A wrinkled bunched up foreskin was staring the feline in the face, the mocha light brown skin matching the color of my inner fur reserved for my tender areas.  The faint bulge of my glans barely visible within my foreskin as the feline gently traced his paw from the base of my shaft down to the drooping overhang that comprised the end of my narrowed and snug natural anatomy.

However to the unnamed feline, it was anything but natural.  He already held reservation towards other cubs like myself who had been allowed to keep their bodies whole, but mine in particular set something off within the feline.  Were there not a wall between the two of us, I’d be seeing the face of repulsion from the disgusted grownup.  Compared to the smoothly tight, and sometimes loosely circumcised cubs he lavished in praise and attention, what he saw through the hole was something akin to a gross squirming grub rather than a beautiful piece of boyhood.  Seeing my toddlerhood in such a state, he felt it was his duty – nay, obligation to take action and start circumcising both me and any other cub who stuck their penis through the hole if they still had the audacity to show up with a whole body. 

Taking my flaccid and tender into the fuzzy palm of his paw, he’d collect his thoughts for a few moments. Such gentle touches causing a few adorable little gasps from me as I felt the warmth of his paws caressing my skin.  Staring at my little intact toddlerhood, he fought the feelings of anger welling up inside of him; not at me, but at my parents for in his own twisted thoughts, neglecting me.  He saw my state of natural bodily wholeness as not something healthy, but as child neglect and denial of what I so desperately needed.  Being from a religious order that practiced ritual cutting of the foreskin as a rite of initiation, the feline tried his best to separate his beliefs from the rest of the nonpracticing critterfolk and simply hoped others would recognize the benefits of being bared without a foreskin like himself and the few other cubs that graced his presence with their own marks of mutilation.  Seeing the sight of my untouched and unmodified member however, gave him new affirmations that this new generation of cubs and their parents were too soft and unwilling.  He saw himself not as someone forcing his beliefs on an unconsenting cub, but as someone who was going to save my beautiful boyhood from it’s fleshy prison.
With renewed enthusiasm, and a clear albeit depraved mind he spoke again. “My oh my~” the voice would say as his furred paw gently curled around my tiny toddler length. “You’re certainly much more than 8 days old.” He’d further add. “You know, I usually only see this -” he’d interrupt himself to give a gentle tug on my foreskin, causing me to squirm around on my legs and let out another soft gasp as the sensation of having my foreskin stretched stirred up a slight tingling sensation along my member.
“- on little ones on their sacred eight day.  It’ll be quite the treat to see such a cute little toddler like yourself get what your parents so neglectfully deprived you of.” He’d finish with his purr growing louder as he briefly let go of my length.
“Ay.. eyph day? W-whas’chu means Mis- AAH!” I’d yelp sharply, my own sentence being cut off from the sudden sensory shock of what was transpiring across the stall.  The furred paw of the feline had once again grabbed my protective sleeve but this time had pulled it tight.  Before I could even adjust to the tightness of the adult’s firmness of grip, my senses were being assaulted by both the cold of steel and an unbearably tight pinching sensation as the adult crammed my delicate soft foreskin between the ornately decorated wedge of his Barzel tool.
“Shh… Little one. You’re way… way… overdo for this.  You likely don’t understand what’s going on, but you’ll be thankful I did this when you get holder.” He’d coo to me in a soft voice, the raspiness and gravel in his voice oozing with arousal at the thought of what he was just about to do to me, yet with the casualness of someone who had done this so often it had become routine for the feline. Such sultry tones the feline had taken and such nonchalant flagrance has me visibly rattled as I quivered and shook, biting my lip and grunting from discomfort.
“H-hey! S-shtawp it! p-pl-NRRF!”  I’d quietly stammer out under my breath, but before I could finish my futile pleas, the circumcision fanatical feline had begun to squeeze the sides of the bendable wedge of Barzel clamp around my tender cubskin, the pressed ends together increasing the pinching sensation to a burning sensation as the constricting force of it began to cut off the circulation flowing through my  doomed foreskin, sealing both my skin together with crushing force and the fate of my untouched toddlerhood.

“P-pease! N-no more! Vis isn’ a fun game… L-let it g-HRRK!” I’d grunt out between pained pants and teary eyed breaths before ultimately being stunned silent from sensory overstimulation.  My eyes shot open with my pupils shaking about in panic. My back arched and my hips bucked in tandem with my butt completely firming up as my whole body froze with all my muscles tightened hard as rocks. On the other side of the stall sat the grownup squeezing my foreskin shut between the metal plates of the Barzel. With some last minute adjustments, the feline had primed the device to his liking and held it steady in his one paw, purring in delight and anticipation as a claw of his extended from his paw.
My little ear nubs began to flick and twitch as I heard the grinding of his claw begin to scrape across the face of the Barzel like a metallic prelude before the worst of it was to begin.  Unknowing what was to follow I let out a sharp gasp as I felt the sudden sensation of the grownup’s claw begin to pierce into my supple three year old cub skin. The feline’s claw was sharp to the touch much like his Saharan ancestors and ripped through my protective hood without any issue or resistance, the clamp being held steady as he delicately peeled away the vestige of my innocence and boyhood.  The pain of such actions was unimaginable if not unbearable as tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. Such painful sensations were so powerful that any cries of mine that desperately wanted to escape were trapped in my throat as the feline continued to trace his claw down the length of the wedge, indulging in his perversions as he took his time being sure to make every centimeter of distance traveled along his tool as clean and steady of a cut as he could make it.
In a low voice, the grownup began to start reciting a mantra in a foreign tongue that I had no hope of understanding. "בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה ה' אֱלֹהֵינוּ מֶלֶךְ הָעוֹלָם, אֲשֶׁר קִדַּשְׁנוּ בְּמִצְווֹתָיו וצִוָּהֵנוּ עַל הַמִּלָּה." He would recite with the solemnity of a preacher delivering a sermon as my partially ablated foreskin dangled inside the teeth of the metal wedge, half-finished with the torturous mutilations the grownup forced upon me. After finishing his prayer, he’d pinch the lower half of my foreskin still within the grasp of the Barzel, pulling it taught as I winced and sharply gasped from the newfound pain I was being subjected to.  With remainder of my foreskin hopelessly held aloft in the feline’s paw, he set out finishing what he started.  Taking just as much time as he did prior, he slowly raked his claw down the metal vice of the Barzel, scraping and clearing away, and scraping again until naught me a smooth mocha light brown remnant of skin remained inside the crushing wedge of the mutilation implement. 
As the nerve wracking sensations of burning, searing, tearing, and all other pains of having my foreskin practically peeled and flayed off by the grownup feline began to subside, I was left with a dull stinging and burning sensation with my frayed and scraped open nerve ending completely exposed and sensitive to the touch.  With his task of, to him, rescuing my perfect boyhood from the neglect of my parents and it’s unsightly fleshy prison accomplished, he gently curled his paw behind the wedge of the Barzel and very carefully nudged my remaining skin and mutilated member free from the device.
Standing there with my hips pressed against the hole in a state of shock and pain paralysis, the fanatical feline got to inspect my freshly circumcised toddlerhood and the results of his traditional handiwork twitching and flexing at him involuntarily out of autonomous response from all the stimuli that was involved with the circumcision. “Now then, just one more thing to do and you’ll be perfect.” He said with uttermost glee.  Freshly out of the circumcision clamp, the wedge in an effort to prevent bleeding during the ritual, crushes the skin together as the person administering the rite slices the skin outside the wedge; such results leaving the appearance of my mutilated member like that of the crimped edges of a dumpling. 

With his claw still extended, the feline traced along the edge of my crimped skin line until he reached the end, such motions causing me to gasp in pain as the nail flicked across my exposed nerves. Finding the end, he gently poked his sharp nail into the crimp to create a tiny opening. Retracting his claw, he set the Barzel down and firmly grasped the outline of my glans between his paw digits. With his thumb and index digit coiled around my tiny tip, he began to push and roll the remainder of my skin until he forced my head out of it’s hiding violently.  Being just a three year old toddler cub, the inside of my skin and glans were still fused together, the feline’s actions of forcing my tip out into the open violently tearing and unfusing my glans from it’s protective inner layer inside what remained of my skin.  Such actions and motions causing me to gasp and wince in pain as my glans relented under the grownup’s insistence and yielded, a small spattering of blood from the forced retraction dotted the feline’s paws as he gazed as my glans being exposed for the first time in my life.
“Such a beautiful cherry red~” He’d remark in twisted praise as gazed at my exposed glans, the grip of his paws on my member forcing a slight stiffness out of me as I unwillingly twitched and flexed my newly circumcised member for him. After getting his fix of eye candy, my hypersensitive boyhood could feel the warmth of his face getting lower and closer to my maimed member. “Just one last bit of cleanup, then you’ll be properly circumcised let the rest of the boys I happily give special surprises to.” He commented before unfurling his tongue and breathing his hot raspy aroused breaths and purrs over my mutilated and permanently modified member.  Closing his muzzle around my tiny toddlerhood, he effortlessly fit it inside as he began to suckle and lap the residual blood off my length as was customary for his ritual.
Having never been subjected to touches of this nature before, let alone the magnifying elevated sensations of being freshly circumcised, all I could do was wince and shudder making soft whines and gasping pants.  Still in my state of shock from everything that had just happened, I couldn’t even really enjoy the slurping and suckling from the perverse practitioner.  It was like my entire body had simply shut down after what had happened so I resigned to stand there helplessly and let it happen as I began to space out with a dead blank stare into the wall.  
After spending far more time polishing my tightly trimmed toddlerhood than was probably customary, a loud muffled moan came from the other side of the wall.  His muzzle’s pressure grew around my length and his suckling upon my freshly freed tip got more enthusiastic until he was bobbing his head up and down in a fever pitch.  The sounds of wetness and slapping could be heard coming from inside the grownup’s side of the wall as my ferret ear nubs twitched before one last long drawn out groan.  My innocent three year old cubby mind completely unaware of what he was doing on the other side as he painted the floor with his seed.  
Finally satiated, the grownup slid his muzzle off my little length with a loud pop.  Looking as my glistening and saliva soaked circumcised cubhood, the feline couldn’t help but giggle excitedly in his perverse and twisted joy as he stared at my twitching hardened maimed member with adoration and pride for what he had done.  “You were such a good boy, little one.  And barely any noise and fuss too! I’m so proud of you.” Catching my balance as my legs shifted about, I made a few noisy crinkles as my  feetpaws brushed up against my discarded diaper which caught the feline’s attention.
“Aww~ is someone still in diapers too? So cuuuute~ I guess your mama and dada will be in for quite the surprise during your next changing. Nya~” He’d remark with joyous glee, feeling rewarded he could “correct” my parent’s mistake while I was still waddling about. Overjoyed at the fact he could permanently alter me to his own perverse preferences irregardless of what I would have desired.  As far as the foreskin hating feline was concerned, I should’ve never been given the choice to begin with; the warped feline’s thoughts conflating the respect my Mommy and Daddy showed me to honor my own autonomy as nothing more than fence sitting indecision.
Leaning in the feline gave my exposed and screaming red tip a little lick of affection as if it were a parting gift. “Give yourself a week to fully heal from my little snip-snip okay? Come back next Friday and I’ll be sure to give you a proper suprise like I do for all my other well behaved circumcised cubbies.” He’d instruct me with elated purrs, completely drunk off the rush and power he felt over forcibly circumcising a cub and how good it felt to know he could get away with it without a face to tie to his actions.
With the jingle of keys and creaking of a door, the feline excused himself out the back and went about the rest of his day with his head in the clouds and a skip in his step.
With the presence of the feline gone, I was sitting alone in the stall to have all the repressed shock and emotional burden explode upon me.  Unable to even begin to cope with such a drastic change to my body and violation of my consent, my legs gave out as I fell onto my bare brown furred ferret bottom.  Not wanting to make a mess all over the floor and horrendously ashamed of what had just happened to my most intimate part of me, I quickly reached for my diaper and haphazardly began to tape myself back up.  I was already emotionally and physically taxed as it was, the last thing I wanted was someone scolding me in the event it was more than my legs that I lost control of, let alone have to explain to Mommy or Daddy what happened to me.
With my padding wrangled onto myself in a passable enough state, the adrenaline that coursed through me in that temporarily state of lucidity had quickly waned. Knowing I was safe, the emotional and physical floodgates of exhaustion and trauma began their deluge as I began to cry and wail until running my voice completely hoarse.  By time my parents had gone looking for me, and were eventually tipped off my a preschool staffer that I was last seen in the restroom, they came upon me in a state of being completely soaked in my own tears and snot.  I sat there whimpering and hiccuping with an expression of total exhaustion and disdainful sorrow, both physically and mentally taxed beyond reprieve. 
“Aww poor sweetie… What happened? Let’s get you home and all cleaned up with a nice bath and everything, alright hun?” My concerned and soft speaking Mommy would console to me as she opened the stall to find me in my sorry state.  
With my arms raised, and wanting nothing more than to be picked up right now, I somberly sniffled and nodded towards her.
It was going to be an awkward bath time tonight.