https://www.bme.com/media/story/836986/?cat=all "Martin! If you have quite finished messing about in those showers, get yourself dried off, wrap your towel around you, and get yourself into matron's office NOW!" bellowed the head of PE. The cold shower after their games lesson had come as a welcome relief from the baking heat of the summer that had made the previous 45 minutes of strenuous exercise the 15-year-old boys had been through sheer hell. The tall, blonde, tanned James Martin had tried, yet again to do as little physical exertion as possible. Getting sweaty messed up his hair, and the ban on such modern luxuries such as hair gel made the job of restoring his cool look so muck more difficult. Besides, his body seemed to develop muscle and good, smooth, looks without any intervention on his part so why put any effort into physical activity. Applying to take part in the 1940's reconstruction of school life had seemed like a good idea at the time and was one that his authoritarian father firmly voiced as likely to be an experience that would make a man out of his son - the son whom he believed needed a degree of discipline at school way above that which the modern world was comfortable in providing. A summons to see matron was something he did not relish at the best of times, and for once he could not think of anything he had done wrong while making his bed or otherwise restoring order to the boy's dormitory. But most of all, while he enjoyed showing off his washboard stomach and tanned physique, parading it in front of the 60(ish) year old battleaxe of a matron was not something he relished. "Martin! I said MOVE. Will you kindly stop poncing about and get your feeble body to matron's room before I completely lose my temper. How many times do you have to be told?" James briefly considered giving a cool and witty response but experiences from the previous two weeks at this hole of a boarding school had proved that such demonstrations of his fast thinking invariably only landed him in more trouble. He finished rubbing the remaining water droplets off his back by stretching the coarse towel behind him as he pushed his pecs and hips forwards demonstrating, yet again, that he had the largest cock among all his classmates by a considerable margin. His fame for being exceptionally well hung spread amongst every group of his contemporaries that he had a link with. Whether a school, club, organization or any other form of activity that he became involved with required being naked at some stage for legitimate reasons or not, he would find a way to make it know he was hung like a stallion. One of his favorite ego boosts was to slowly wander into the boy's toilets knowing that he was likely to be followed by at least one boy wanting to catch a glimpse of his meaty tool. Once standing at the urinal, not so close so as to restrict anybody's view he would pull his cock out and methodically pull back the long foreskin that not only covered his shiny helmet, but which overhung it by a good two centimeters. Within this group of new friends he had had no qualms about wandering around the dormitory naked while getting ready for bed right from the first day and soaking up the admiring stares he had received. He folded the damp towel around his waist, securing it carefully, and nonchalantly swaggered off to the office at the far end of the corridor from the locker room. Once out of the changing room and away from the distraction of flaunting his physique, his mind turned to why he was summoned in his towel. The only reason he could think of was that, as matron was a sort of pseudo-mother to all the boys while they were away from home, she must have some very urgent, and probably, very bad news for him. His pace quickened along with his heartbeat and he reached out to rap on her door. "Come," said a voice from within. James paused momentarily as the voice had not been that of matron's but of a man. He opened the door and walked in. At matron's desk sat a young, dark haired man with an impeccably groomed goatee beard. He was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt of the style usually worn by dentists. As James walked in he remained seated and waited for the somewhat perturbed boy to stand in front of the desk. He looked James straight in the eye and with a calm but firm tone broke the silence. "My name is Dr. Frith and I've been called in to see you by the headmaster following a meeting he had earlier today with your father. I understand that last week you and your fellow pupils were cautioned on the evils of masturbation by your housemaster and warned that such self abuse would not be tolerated and neither would the practice of sending semen stained sheets to the laundry." James was mortified. It had been bad enough being told by the geriatric housemaster that wanking was evil, disgusting, and morally wrong but none of the boys had honestly believed that the threat of a serious punishment being implemented should there ever be a repeat of the "crime" would ever be followed up. Indeed, they had all decided that the housemaster was probably long past being physically capable of shooting a good load of cum so was only jealous of the young studs in his charge. There was certainly no way that James was going to stop his late night and early morning masturbating and he took great delight in leaving his top sheet folded back while he went to his morning wash, showing the yellow stains on the sheets proving his many and copious ejaculations. What else was a young, horny, stud expected to do with permanently full testicles. At his own school he knew that some of his mates were only just starting to ejaculate so this was yet another part of his precocious masculinity that he chose to boast about. The other boys had moved their wanking sessions to the more discrete and private but far less comfortable domain of the toilet stalls. There had been no way that James would be intimidated though he know started to question whether his decision had been a wise one. Dr. Frith continued. "It has been noted that you have continued to pursue this disgusting practice on an unhealthily frequent basis so, during consultation with your father, it has been decided that by far the best way of discouraging your persistent flaunting of school rules is to circumcise you." James heart missed a beat and then he realized that this was one huge, though bad-taste joke. There was no way that the school would arrange for a doctor to operate on him on matron's office nor that his parents would authorize it. It was true that his father was circumcised and James had once overheard an argument between his parents where his father had stated they should have had their son circumcised at birth because it was expensive to arrange for a mature boy. James hadn't heard any more as his father had hard him approach and ceased the conversation. "It would be best to get this over with as quickly as possible so please remove your towel and stand in the centre of it." James stood still, thoughts whirling around his head and unsure of how to cope with this bizarre situation. "I had assumed you would be well versed in the comprehension of basic English but if you prefer to waste my time and make this procedure difficulty for me, I assure you I can make your circumcision exceeding difficult for you. Do I make myself clear?" "Err yes sir." James replied and hastily followed the doctor's instructions. For once he was most definitely not comfortable about being seen naked and his cock seemed to be trying to hide by making itself as small as possible, which was no mean task. Dr. Frith stood up and approached James. Bending down he took James penis in his hands and, placing his thumbs just inside the overhang of his foreskin, pulled the skin forwards. He then slowly retracted James foreskin until he was pushing it as far back as possible, carefully examining the boy's penis from all angles. At last the doctor spoke. "It never ceases to amaze me that the youth of today cannot be bothered to clean themselves properly under their foreskins. For heavens' sake boy you've only just showered and you still have a smelly penis. With a foreskin that long you should be washing under it every time you urinate. Have you never understood basic personal hygiene? Boys like you should be thrilled to bits to be offered a circumcision. We can remove this problem for you once and for all. You will never need to pull your foreskin back to urinate again. I'll make sure I cut off as much as possible so that you can keep nice and clean with minimal effort. You won't have anything left to pull on when you get bored and want to pleasure yourself either," he added under his breath. He picked up a set of barbers clippers that James had just noticed were lying on the far corner of the desk. The doctor switched them on, and proceeded to pull James penis away from his body so the skin was taught and slowly move them down the shaft of his cock, around his testicles, and then outwards to remove all of James pubic hair. Being an early developer his genitals had become covered with blonde hair a few years ago and had accentuated the fact that here was a boy-stud who was rapidly turning into a man-stud. Having it now removed was almost a sign that he was being robbed of some of his manhood. But the clippers also had another effect. The vibrations buzzing through James' genitals quickly caused him to get hard. He desperately thought of the incredibly boring algebra and Latin lessons but to no avail. His cock was rock hard within a few seconds and pulsating with a mind of its own. Dr. Frith continued trimming off James' pubic hair, put down the clippers, picked up a pen and proceeded to pull James' foreskin backwards and forwards once more, marking lines on the long sleeve of skin. Lifting his penis and pulling the abundant foreskin well back, the doctor carefully tugged on James' frenum. The rubbing made James' even more aroused and he tensed his penis in a vain effort to avoid ejaculating. The effect of the vibrations and now the additional stimulation to his frenular web had been too much though and he couldn't stop himself from pumping thick strands of his young semen from his 7 ½" erection. James' humiliation was complete. He was now convinced that this was not a big wind-up to scare him but all very real. His persistent masturbation and breaking of rules had been noted and his punishment was obviously only a few, short minutes away. Having now got an erection and ejaculated in front of his circumciser he dreaded to think what further punishment could be in store for him. How would he be able to wank without a foreskin? How painful would the operation be? Would he be screaming out with pain all the way through? Would it hurt for many weeks afterwards? Would he have to go straight home to recover from the cutting? All these thoughts were too much for him. At home his mother always protected him from anything he didn't want to do and couldn't get out of on his own but for the first time in his memory he was now powerless and there was nothing he could do but submit to the inevitable removal of his beloved foreskin. It was all too much for him to handle, and as Dr. Frith wiped the product of his ejaculation from the polished floor he felt tears of desolation well up in his eyes. "Okay. I've got a good idea of where I need to cut your foreskin so hop up onto..." the doctor glanced at James and saw his look of despair as he stared straight ahead in a daze. The doctor stood directly in front of James and looked him straight in the eye. He put his arms out, grasped James' shoulders firmly and spoke softly. "I'm not setting out to scare you. I won't hurt you any more than is necessary but this is a punishment to help break your addiction to masturbation and the injections will be a bit uncomfortable. Your penis will get numb very quickly though and you won't feel any pain as I remove your foreskin and sew up the cut. In a few weeks you will be fully healed and thereafter find it much nicer to always have a clean and manly penis." He squeezed James' shoulders and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't be frightened. Get on the couch and I'll start." His knees felt like jelly but he suddenly felt warm towards the handsome young doctor who was about to permanently, and dramatically modify his manhood. He wanted to give his circumciser a big hug, but held back. An additional punishment for getting an erection and then, horror of horrors, cuming in front of the doctor had seemed certain but now this stud was treating him like a big brother. Taking the weight off his legs as he climbed onto the high, paper covered couch was a relief. The doctor removed a paper covering from a trolley just to the right of the couch, took an alcohol wipe from a stainless steel bowl, and started to wipe the whole of James' penis including under his foreskin. "You are about to feel a slight stinging sensation. Please try to relax. It will be less uncomfortable for you the more you can relax." James looked away from the doctor, heard him lift something else from the tray, and within a second James felt a stinging getting deeper and deeper into the base of his cock. The needle was soon pulled out then immediately pushed in again in a different position, then again and again. Each penetration of the needle generated less and less sensation as the anaesthetic did its job but there was then another, toe curling twinge of pain as the needle was thrust into the rim of his helmet. Dr. Frith heard James' sharp intake of breath as the pain hit home and once he'd pumped the last dose of the drug into the boy's penis he grasped his shoulder again reassuringly. "Those shots will make you nice and numb in a few minutes. Just relax. I'll have you sorted out before you know it and you'll be walking proudly out of here as a real man. I can improve this penis of yours dramatically. Believe me. I get to see dozens of young men like you who are sent to see me by their parents who want the very best for their sons, or who realise themselves that they need their foreskin slackening because it's too tight to easily roll back all the way. They come to see me barely able to get the words out that they need circumcising and after an hour or so they are staring at their remodeled penis' amazed that their genitals could ever look so great. I bet your mates will all want the same once they see you healed. As James lay reclined on the couch he had been watching Dr. Frith carefully swab his shaved penis, scrotum, and surrounding public area with a brown antiseptic. His penis was then threaded through a hold in the centre of a paper sheet. His extreme nervousness, which was now ebbing away as he warmed to the manner of his circumciser, had made his penis shrink to all time record insignificance as it seemed to try to pull itself inside his groin and away from the scalpel that would soon be pressed against it as it sealed the fate of his abundant foreskin. Despite its reduced size it flopped back down onto his thigh with a slap. Dr. Frith smiled. This young hunk was going to be turning even more heads from now on. He had a body that he could justifiably be very proud of and the doctor was certainly going to do his utmost to enable James to get the most from his circumcised penis. He suspected that the boy he was about to circumcise already got plenty of stares from young ladies (and older ones for that matter) and his assessment was perfectly correct. What he didn't suspect was, that while James relished all the attention he was given by girls, it served solely as a morale boost and he delighted in the coolness of his off-hand rejections; giving the impression that he didn't want anything but the best and the best was still to be found. Many of his contemporaries smarted as they watched the girls they were chasing fight to get to James only to never succeed in getting invited out. What James really enjoyed was the companionship of his admiring male mates. Especially those who started to get hard as they stared at his substantial manhood in the locker room and at the urinals. Dr. Frith was very proud of his own body too, and knew from first hand experience how scared he had been when his father had taken him to their GP to be circumcised ten years ago. He had been 16 like James and it was the beginning of the long summer holidays just before he started 6th form. "Just sort his foreskin out for him please doctor" his father had asked. "I don't want any son of mine to ever have any problems with that useless trunk we are born with around our wick." His father had watched while the doctor had roughly and fairly ineffectively injected anaesthetic and tried out his latest toy, a Gomco clamp, on his shriveled foreskin. He remembered only too well lying there fascinated as the bell-shaped clamp crushed and killed his redundant sleeve of skin, wondering whether he would be using similar tools on boys and men in the future if he fulfilled his dream of becoming a doctor. His own experience had caused him to resolve to always make the circumcision process as comfortable and enjoyable as possible for his patients. This policy had paid off as many of his clients had raved about his skills so widely that more and more men and boys were now approaching him to say that they wanted to be circumcised like a particular friend or relative. Having experimented with many different techniques, carefully noting their comparable results, Dr. Frith invariably now used the forceps guided technique as he felt it gave a very neat result while preserving almost all the sensitive inner foreskin. The look of a circumcised penis with its soft, pale, inner skin stretched way up its shaft before joining the remnant of the darker outer skin was a look preferred by the vast majority of his patients too. Dr. Frith carefully clipped the first set of forceps onto the upper side of James foreskin while carefully watching his face for any sign of discomfort. James was staring at the ceiling and didn't flinch. The doctor clipped the second set onto the under side of the skin to be excised. "Can you feel anything?" James looked down at his penis with surprise. "You've started!" "Only just. If that's comfortable I'll really get going." "I'm fine. It's totally numb," said James, now very relaxed and wondering how his circumcision was going to be executed. The sight of blood didn't bother him and the raised backrest of the couch enabled him to get a good view of the doctor's work. He watched, amazed, as the doctor pulled upwards on the two forceps he held in his left hand, stretching his foreskin until it was drum tight. It was sooooo long. He knew he'd had a considerable overhang but this length of skin was amazing. At the point where he felt his hips were about to be lifted off the couch the doctor reached up to his tray of instruments and picked up what looked like stainless steel side cutters with jaws 5cm long. The doctor carefully positioned the opened jaws just above the bulge where his bell-end showed through the shiny, taught foreskin and carefully checked that they lined up with the marks he had drawn on James' foreskin. James gulped loudly as the jaws were squeezed shut and clicked into place. Dr. Frith looked at James and smiled. "Don't panic. It looks like a lot of skin but I promise you it will be just the right amount. I'm not removing any of your sensitive inner foreskin and that will end up folded back down the shaft of your penis so you will have loads of sensation when it's stimulated." The forceps were pulled upwards once more, a glistening scalpel was picked up from the tray and with a single dramatic stroke pushed along the upper surface of the jaws that had sealed the fate for his foreskin. The dead foreskin separated from his penis, was lifted away and was discarded on the tray. "Congratulations James. You are circumcised. Physically at least, you are now a real man." The doctor released the clamping forceps from the end of James penis and the shaft skin promptly retracted down his shaft exposing the central core of his penis and leaving the inner skin folded forwards over his glans. Several tiny forceps were clipped onto the blood vessels that were gradually leaking blood. His inner skin was pushed back down his shaft and the cut edge lined up with it's counterpart halfway way down James' shaft. "Perfect", said Dr. Frith. "If you are half as pleased with this as I am, I will be delighted. I'll just get you sewn up and you can get to your next class." "Won't I need to stay in bed for a few days?" asked James. "No way. Your penis will be a bit sore for a while but, apart from games lessons you will be able to carry on as normal straight away – just no masturbating of course!" The doctor grinned at him. The suturing process seemed to take forever. Towards the end James started to feel an occasional twinge as the needle was pushed through one of the raw edges of skin but he gritted his teeth and braced himself, determined to take any minor discomfort like the man the doctor had now made him. The doctor noticed his discomfort and said "I can give you some more anaesthetic if you like". James shook his head. "Good man. A bit of pain never hurt anyone but tell me if it becomes too much. I want you to enjoy this not walk out trembling with the pain." The two men chatted as the doctor worked away neatening up the remodeled penis and then fitting a tight dressing around it. After a few minutes he lifted off the paper covering and swabbed down James genitals to remove all traces of blood. "OK there you go young man. Back to school with you." James looked down at his cock. The helmet now bared for life and with a narrow dressing half way between his bell-end and balls, dark skin on one side and the pale pink inner skin on the other. He beamed; amazed that it was such an awesome sight and thanked the doctor who looked him straight in the eye and said sternly. "Just don't look too happy please. Remember, this was meant to be a punishment and I won't get invited back if the staff feel I haven't done my job properly. Now you'll be a bit tender for a few days and if you get any bleeding at all ask matron to call me. She is under instruction not to ask you anything about your circumcision let alone ask to examine you so you needn't be scared to approach her. I'll be back in school in a couple of days to remove your dressing and check you're okay then I'll take your stitches out a few days after than. Before the end of term you will be healed well enough to be showering with the boys and showing off your new penis. He held out his hand to James who grasped it firmly and warmly. James was already looking forward to spending some more time with the doctor, and the doctor was eager for his next appointment with his latest circumcisee.