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Paul was a handsome fellow with blond hair, blue eyes and a swimmer's build. He'd been born in 1932, when fewer than half of boys underwent circumcision at birth, and he was happy that he'd been left intact. Paul's foreskin was long enough to form a nipple in front of the head when he was soft, and still cover the large glans with erection. Although snug, it slid back easily when he fingered it, and Paul reveled in the delicious sensation this produced when he washed. Early in life he'd learned the pleasure of sliding his long, rubbery foreskin up and down his penis, and he'd experienced his first dry orgasm at age 10, his body shuddering uncontrollably as he cried out in blissful agony. When he was 12, the first clear drops appeared at the tip when he came, and soon the liquid thickened until he was shooting jets of white sperm with every orgasm.

He'd seen other boys naked when they'd gone swimming, and knew that not all boys still had their foreskins as he did. They'd compared cocks, the circumcised boys examining the intact ones with obvious envy. Jack, his best friend, had been circumcised, and they'd compared techniques of masturbation. Jack had to use Vaseline, lacking the natural skin sleeve that Paul used for pleasure. Paul realized that his long foreskin both protected the precious head and provided a fleshy stimulator that circumcised boys lacked.

 

His grandmother walked in on him one day because he'd forgotten to lock the bathroom door when he'd gone in to masturbate, and she was shocked and horrified at the sight of his fist flying over his engorged cock as he tensed up, eyes closed, on the brink of orgasm. Grandma believed that self-abuse was both sinful and debilitating, and she immediately sought out his mother to tell her of her discovery.

"You made a mistake not having him circumcised when he was born," she scolded his mother. "If he'd had that skin removed, he wouldn't be doing what I saw him do."

"The doctor never mentioned it," his mother explained. "None of the other mothers in the ward were having their babies circumcised, and his father wasn't circumcised, so I never gave it a thought."

"Well, we'd better do something about it now, before he gets any older," Grandma replied. Paul's father had been killed in a traffic accident two years before, and Paul's mother had nobody else to rely on for guidance. Reluctantly, she agreed with her mother's opinion.

"What do you want me to do, call the doctor now?" she asked.

"No, it's better if I take care of it," Grandma told her. "I'll phone Doctor Russet and make an appointment. He does circumcisions right in his office."

"Paul may not agree," his mother suggested.

"That doesn't matter," said Grandma. "We won't tell him. I'll just say I'm taking him to the doctor for an examination." Grandma telephoned the doctor that afternoon and arranged an appointment for the next day.

 

Grandma took Paul to the doctor at five the next afternoon, having explained to Doctor Russet that the boy might be unwilling to have his foreskin removed. The doctor had replied that at five o'clock all other patients would be gone, and that he'd arrange to have a couple of orderlies from the hospital in his office to overcome any resistance the boy might put up when he discovered the true purpose of the visit.

The doctor's nurse showed them into the room where Doctor Russet performed minor surgery, and told Paul to undress completely and get up on the table. At first, Paul was reluctant, but his grandmother told him that she'd seen him naked many times when he'd been younger. Paul complied, and soon was flat on his back awaiting what he thought would be only an examination.

The nurse returned in a few minutes, looked at his naked form, and told him he would have to have his pubic hair shaved before the circumcision. Paul knew what the word meant, and instinctively covered his groin with both hands.

"Let's have none of that," the nurse said, and she opened the door to admit Marc and Bill, the husky orderlies. They grabbed Paul and held him down while the nurse passed several straps over Paul's slender form, pinning him tightly to the table. Paul cried out helplessly, tears in his eyes, as he protested in vain.

"Perhaps you'd like to wait in the other room with me," she suggested to Paul's grandmother. Grandma left, and Paul lay on the table, still writhing in fear and shock. The nurse spoke before following her:

"Marc, would you please shave the boy's pubic hair?" she asked, and Marc picked up a shaving brush and cake of soap to work up a lather that he applied around Paul's groin. The warmth of the wet lather and the tickling sensation of the brush stimulated Paul and within seconds his penis had filled out to a four-inch erection. Marc grasped his foreskin and stretched it out beyond the glans to stabilize the penis as he shaved around its base with a safety razor.

"You're not going to have this much longer," he said with a sadistic grin. "Anyway, no boy should have that much skin. It's much too long."

"Don't do this to me," Paul screamed. "I don't want to get it cut off."

"Too late for that now," Marc replied. "The doctor's gonna be in here soon to snip that skin of yours." Marc was obviously relishing the thought, and enjoying Paul's distress.

"The doctor's going to cut your skin real short," added Bill, who had assisted at many circumcisions and always enjoyed watching the surgery. "He's going to cut it right down to the neck. You won't have any skin left to beat your bishop with."

"Your tip's going to be out in the open all the time," added Marc, who had been circumcised in his teens, leaving his naked glans to dry and peel. Marc was beginning to get an erection from the conversation, as well as from handling the helpless boy's penis.

"You should have been done when you were born, like I was," said Bill. "Well, better late than never. Just be glad we're not giving you an enema." Bill's penis was also filling out in his pants.

Marc finished shaving Paul's pubic hair and wiped his penis and scrotum with a hot towel to remove the residue of lather. At that moment, the doctor entered.

"You're not too happy about this, I hear," he commented.

"I don't want to be cut," Paul cried through his tears. "Why do you have to do it?"

"You'll be better off without that dirty wrinkled skin," the doctor answered. "Your penis will be nice and clean, and you won't be playing with it anymore."

"NO! I don't want to be cut! I don't care what you say!"

"Now just try to relax," replied the doctor. "We're going to put you to sleep and when you wake up it'll be all over." He picked up Paul's penis by the foreskin.

"You've got way too much skin there, anyway. I'm going to have to cut a lot off to leave the head exposed the way it should be." He pushed the skin back off the head, holding it tightly to bare the purple glans.

"See, that's what it's going to look like after the operation, nice and neat," he said to Paul. "It'll be a lot better looking, all streamlined, and a lot cleaner." He slipped the long hood back and forth a few times over Paul's swollen, straining glans.

"I can't circumcise you if you're erect," he said, snapping Paul's foreskin quickly over the rim of his glans. "We'll have to get you down before anything else." He continued snapping the tight hood over the flaring rim, and Paul's glans turned darker purple. Marc spread a towel over Paul's stomach. Paul was embarrassed to be naked and forcibly masturbated in front of three strangers, but the insistent friction and pressure on his penis fueled his excitement, and soon his body jerked in orgasm as his white jets spurted onto the towel. The doctor pulled the foreskin forward again and turned to Marc.

"Get the ether mask and put him under," he ordered. Marc placed the gauze mask over Paul's nose and mouth and began dripping ether from a small can onto the gauze. In 1945 ether was the most commonly used anesthetic.

"You should be glad we're giving you ether," the doctor said to Paul. "Babies don't get any anesthetic for their circumcisions. We just hold them down and let them cry."

The harsh ether fumes filled the mask, and Paul's body jerked. He held his breath, refusing to inhale the heavy choking vapors, and his body tensed with the effort.

"He's going to fight it," Marc said. "He really doesn't want to be put under."

"A lot of them fight it," replied the doctor. "Just keep dripping it and he'll have to breathe sooner or later."

Paul was still struggling against the anesthetic, and he screamed with fright. His face began turning blue, and finally he had to have air. Involuntarily, he took a deep breath, and the concentrated fumes filled his lungs. Paul choked and coughed as the vapor irritated his throat and lungs, and he gasped several times.

"That's it, just breathe deeply, and you'll be asleep in no time," the doctor instructed. Paul didn't want to go to sleep, but now the ether was in his bloodstream and making him drowsy, and his body began to relax. His eyelids fluttered, and Paul's consciousness began to slip away. His cries and gasps subsided as he lost consciousness. Sinking deeper into oblivion, he was unaware that the doctor had begun to bathe his groin with a gauze sponge soaked with orange- colored antiseptic. The doctor ran the sponge over his penis and scrotum, then retracted the foreskin to scrub the naked glans. Then he laid a towel over his groin. The towel had a hole in the center, through which he pulled Paul's penis, which had softened under the effect of the ether.

"He's really under now," commented Marc. Paul's breathing was regular, and his body had relaxed completely as he'd become comatose with the ether.

"I'm going to do this one with the Gomco Clamp," the doctor said to the orderlies as he pulled a cart holding a tray of instruments over to the table. "That way, there shouldn't be much bleeding. He shouldn't need any sutures, either." The doctor rolled latex gloves over his hands and picked up Paul's penis, sliding the tight foreskin back to uncover the head.

"His foreskin's too tight to slip over the bell," he explained to Marc and Bill. "I'm going to have to slit it to fit the bell of the clamp into it. His frenulum's also thick and tight, and I'll have to cut that first so I can fit the bell over the glans." He picked up small scissors and cut the strip of tissue under the glans where it connected to Paul's foreskin, putting in a suture to staunch the small artery that had begun bleeding. The he pulled the foreskin forward and slipped the blade of the scissors under it along the top, slitting it all the way back to the base of the glans. Paul was deep in chemical coma, and did not feel the sharp blades that parted his hood. Grasping the cut edges with hemostats, he peeled the foreskin all the way back, exposing the purple head.

"He's got a nice head on it," commented Marc as he noted the shapely helmet shaped glans that had popped into view.

"Now I can put on the bell," he said as he placed a chromed brass circumcision bell over Paul's glans, covering it and enveloping the flaring ridge. He pulled the foreskin forward with the hemostats, draping it over the bell. Then he placed the plate of the Gomco Clamp over the bell, and the hole in the plate fit neatly over the bell, trapping the foreskin. He attached the yoke and began to tighten the bell and plate against each other with the thumbscrew. The flaring edge of the bell pressed tightly against the hole in the plate, compressing the foreskin and cutting off its blood supply.

"Now we wait five minutes," the doctor said as he finished tightening the screw. He turned and noted the swellings in his orderlies' pants. He'd seen this before and knew that circumcisions always aroused them, especially Marc. The outline of his big head showed prominently through the fabric. Bill followed his glance and saw the bulge that Marc's high flaring ridge made in his pants. He ran his fingertip over the outline of the ridge.

"This really turns you on," he commented. Marc smiled sheepishly.

"You both get turned on watching circumcisions," said the doctor. "I bet you'll both masturbate after we're finished." Both orderlies grinned back at him.

'Well, let's get it over with," said the doctor as he picked up a scalpel and began severing the foreskin above the plate, cutting against the bell that protected the glans from the scalpel. Paul, deep in ether sleep, didn't feel the bite of the blade severing his foreskin. Now that the foreskin was completely detached from the penis, the doctor loosened the thumbscrew and unhooked the yoke, then removed the plate. The severed foreskin formed a wrinkled band around the body of the bell, seeping blood. The cut edges of the penile skin clung to the flange of the bell, and the doctor pushed them back. He pulled the bell off the end of Paul's penis, exposing the wet shiny head. The cut line was a quarter inch behind the rim of Paul's glans, and the remaining shaft skin was smooth and unwrinkled. Then he wrapped a long strip of gauze around the cut, leaving the front of the head exposed.

"You really cut him tight, doc," said Marc. "You didn't leave him any slack to jack with."

Marc had stopped dripping ether onto the mask and they waited for Paul to awaken. Paul stirred after a few minutes as the pain gradually penetrated to his consciousness. He moaned and his eyes opened.

"It's all over," said the doctor when he was sure Paul would understand him. "Take a look. All you have is a bandage, and that'll come off in a few days."

Paul raised his head to view his injured penis, and groaned loudly. He felt a sharp stinging sensation where he'd been cut.

"I'm going to give you some pills for pain. Take one every four hours. When you have to urinate, just be careful not to get the gauze wet." Marc and Bill undid the straps and helped Paul off the table.

 

When they returned home, Paul's grandmother insisted on showing the result of the surgery to his mother. Paul reluctantly dropped his pants and exposed his bandaged penis to his mother, who blanched with shock. Wordlessly, she hugged him to her, careful not to press against his groin.

The first time Paul had to pee, he gingerly took his penis out and aimed it into the bowl. Following the doctor's instructions, he dabbed at the slit with a wad of toilet paper to remove the last drops.

During the next few days, Paul had occasional erections, very painful because they tugged at the cut edges. Paul grasped his penis at the base and pulled the skin forward to relieve the pulling on the cut.

The following week, his grandmother took him to Doctor Russet, who removed the gauze and examined his healing penis. He held it by the glans and scrutinized the entire circumference of the cut line.

"This will form a nice scar," he commented. "It really looks neat now. Another week and you'll be completely healed." Paul looked at his newly shorn penis, noting that the rim of the head stood out above the neck of the shaft where the scar was. Before, the retracted foreskin had filled the groove, but now the neck of his penis had been excavated, emphasizing the flare of his corona.

 

Next week, Paul sought out Jack and showed him his newly circumcised penis, explaining what had been done to him. Jack was horrified, but tried not to show it.

"Now you'll have to jack off with Vaseline," was his only comment. Once back home, Paul locked himself in the bathroom and put Vaseline on his penis, massaging it in carefully as his scar ring was still tender. His penis began to swell, and he felt a pinch of pain as the scar tissue stretched. Soon he had a full erection, and he pushed the shaft skin forward to relieve the tension on the skin. He hadn't had an orgasm for two weeks, and he began to massage the sensitive head gingerly. The sensations shot through his glans, and the head swelled even more and turned darker purple. He felt a heavy throbbing begin in the root of his cock, and within a seconds was spewing white jets into the air as the orgasm wracked his body.

Paul experienced profound satisfaction that the operation had not destroyed his ability to satisfy himself, but he longed for the pleasurable sensations of sliding his foreskin over his penis, which he would never again experience. He was tempted to show his grandmother that he was still able to masturbate, but thought better of it, as her reaction might be unpredictable.