Caught Jerking
by jearns85

http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=14080

“Ouch” I yelled as I landed in the field. We were tied and I had just scored the winning goal for our state soccer championship. I had never been so excited but terrified. The field was wet and I slipped, sending my team and myself in a flurry of fear. I looked to see my left leg in shambles. I knew I needed some help. The nurse took me to the infirmary where the doctor promptly put my leg back and sewed up the wound left by the petruding bone. My teammates came and visited me, soaking wet with mud. But after they were gone, all that was left was the winning trophy.

My mind wondered for the next three days in the infirmary. I had a tutor come in and do work with me I missed, which kept my mind away from the pain. My friends brought up lunch and dinner and we crashed in the open infirmary room where I lay alone among the six open beds. There was no TV, and my phone gave me the only connection to the life outside.

I was mentally weak, and my mind wandered to the thoughts of porn. I knew it was strictly prohibited at our all boys religious school, but the phone wasn’t theirs and they would not find out. Most of us at Paxton were gay, or at least curious. You had to be when the only women you saw was the wretched English professor and everybody else were males. It was a great school with tradition and excellence, but they were strict about the rules. I immersed myself in porn late; I was alone and nobody was there.

My mind wandered to my hardening penis, and its insatiable need to ejaculate. I reached my hand into my boxers and played with my seven inch long, uncut penis. About half the guys at Paxton were cut, but I was in the lucky half who was uncut. The cut guys complained they couldn’t jerk or cum easily. With my long foreskin, it felt pleasurable to let my mind wander. I blocked out all the thoughts of my injury and went to the naked males on my phone screen. I didn’t see the nurse quietly come in, who caught me.

“Kyle Lindor” the nurse belted. “What are you doing underneath your robes? And what is that I hear on your phone.”

I turned beet red. “Nothing,” I said. “Here, see my hands”. Dumb choice. My hands were dripping from precum.

“Sure Kyle, likely story,” the nurse replied. “How about you just tell me and we can take you to the easy discipline route, than going to the extreme route.”

“Okay” I muttered begrudgingly. “I got lonely, looked up some porn on my phone and was playing with myself.”

“Thanks for your honesty Kyle, but you know I have to tell the doctor and the administration about this.”

“But you said the easy route?” I stammered.

“Well, honestly, I am going to have the doctor fix you so the problem isn’t as bad anymore. I’ll be back tomorrow, but I’m going to let you go to bed.” The nurse left.

My mind wandered away from the notion of porn and soccer to the words “fix you”. I had no clue what Dr. Stein was planning to do, but it couldn’t have been that bad in my mind. The next day I was wheeled in to Dr. Stein’s room where he explained his fix.

“I’ve naturally found the uncut male to masturbate much easier than the circumcised males, Kyle” Dr. Stein told me. “So what I think I’m going to do is offer a circumcision for you, fix you up like the other mates. How does that sound?”

“Well, I don’t know…” I muttered.

“Trust me son, this is in your best interest. You won’t have to worry about cleaning it anymore. Just think about less mess to deal with after a muddy soccer game.” He encouraged me.

“Uhh… well… I’m not sure. What about the other guys?”

“Well, I’ve cut almost all the guys here. I’m even done myself. It is much cleaner, and often many of the guys who need it done get their friends to get cut. You’ll more than likely learn to love it.” Dr. Stein said.

“Well, I guess I have no other choice but to like it?” I said, realizing there was no way to get out of this.

“I’ll fix you up good” Dr. Stein said.

I was moved to his office, where he had me strip out of my boxers and hospital robe. He placed my legs between some stirrups to keep them from closing and inspected my penis. I hardned as he examined the foreskin.

“When we were in the jungle, the foreskin kept us from our genitals getting cut up, it doesn’t need to be covered anymore since we have modern clothing” he told me casually. He shot one needle in my penis, which hurt like a bitch. “Don’t worry, it’ll numb it a little bit, but not all the way. It’ll feel just like you’re getting a tattoo. It’ll prepare you for your first tattoo you jocks invariably get”. I did feel my cock numbing down.

Five awkward minutes later, my penis was number than it ever was. I could feel some pressure, but it hurt no more than getting a shot. Dr. Stein took my foreskin and pulled it taught. It hurt a bit.

“Ouch, that’s a lot of skin!” I yelped.

“Well, we can cut it once and have it be tight, or go through multiple operations. I like to do it tight”. Dr. Stein replied.

I figured he was right. “Doc, cut as much as you can, I don’t wanna go through this again!” He cut as much as he could off. He layered the lower part of my foreskin right to the glans. It was super tight, but looked natural, like there was no foreskin was ever there.

“When this heals, it’ll look clean. No ugly scar, just a tight circumcision” he said. “Now I’m just going to take the scalpel to your glans and we’ll be done.”

“You’re cutting the head off my penis??” I yelled.

“No, I’m going to cut around the edge, nothing gets off. What it will do is sever some of the nerves, otherwise it will be so sensitive. Because the head isn’t used to being uncovered, this will make it less severe.” Dr. Stein cut a thin narrow line around the edge of my head, nothing was cut off, but it did make an incision pretty far in. It stung. He finally cleaned me up good. The sew line was right at my head, and the cut around the edge of the head was right there too. I was gauzed up and sent back to my room.

The good thing about getting circumcised when I did was healing up from my leg. It kept my mind off sex. After a month and a half, I was off crutches and able to do my own thing. My mind naturally went to my recently altered penis. The hardest part about my circumcision had to be the agonizing erections. I did not think this would be an issue after the stiches were removed. Every time, day or night, I got an erection, it would be so painful, like stabbing across my cock. The skin was so tight and taught I had no leeway. I chalked it up to healing and didn’t fear much.

The first time I tried to masturbate, I realized what the doctor meant by “Fixing me up good”. I wasn’t able to masturbate like I used to. My skin was so tight I couldn’t jerk like I used to. I resorted to playing with my glans. It was there that I realized another one of the doctor’s ruses. Yes, the glans was now exposed for the rest of it’s life. But when he made the deep incision around the edge of the penis, I realized he wasn’t trying to help me. He knew what he did; he severed all the nerves around the edge of the corona. The head of my penis was like sucking a thumb. I felt nothing.

I tried again a day later in the shower. Another painfully horrible session. Richard walked in on me, a friend from History class. I’d never seen him in the third floor bathroom before, he always lived on floor two.

“Boy Dr. Stien fucked you up good” he said. He pulled his briefs off to reveal a similarly tight cock. It too looked strained. “He did me my first week too. Did he do it after you broke your leg?”

“Yea, the nurse caught me playing with myself” I laughed.

“Well, he did you up good. Did he cut around the edge to “Help” you?” he asked.

“Fucking yes” I told him in frustration. “Can’t feel a thing, skin’s too tight, can’t jerk my head because it has no sensitivity. I can’t cum this way.”

“That’s the point, nobody can” Richard replied. “It’s like he means to do this to keep all of us from jerking off. I heard he did Michael up pretty good after he was caught, and he was already circumcised!”

I kept trying to soap up my cock when Richard came over. “Here, quick” he muttered. He stuck his mouth around my dick and blew me pretty good. It felt totally different than my last blowjob in the showers while I was still uncut. I felt the warmth, but no sensitivity. My cock felt dead inside, even though it was a great blowjob. I felt the warmth, I felt the saliva, but I felt no pleasure.

After a few minutes, Richard pulled off. “I know you won’t cum, most of us don’t after Dr. Stein’s work.” He saw me look deflated. “Don’t worry, you’ll cum in your sleep, eventually erections won’t be as frequent, and you won’t think about jerking off as much. Trust me, it fucking sucks, and I know how you feel because I lost my foreskin too; but you’ll like it eventually.”

He was right. After I finished at Paxton, I carried on with my studies and became a scholar at a local university after getting a soccer scholarship. I ended up falling in love with another guy at Paxton, who too shared in Dr. Stein’s knife. Frustrated, we both could barley ever cum. It took us hours. In the end, I learned Dr. Stein did fix me up good, because his radical circumcision made me more focused on love, not sex. I jerk off maybe once every few months now. I may be thirty years old as I reflect on my past, but my cock is still agonizingly tight. Every erection still hurts, but honestly, I like it. It reminds me of the pain I endure to love those I love. I lost my foreskin, but being cut so radically tight, I lost all penile sensation. Blowjobs still feel warm, but with no sexual pleasure behind them. Fucking isn’t worth it, because it just hurts our tight skin. Being cut so tight was the best and hottest thing I ever had. No more jerking off for me, because it’s practically impossible. I am just very proud to be radically cut, and I wish the fate on all the guys I ever meet.