http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=15026 by willnotwill We were all seniors, and the school year was coming to an end. We all had our plan. Most had their college acceptances in hand. Some had summer jobs lined up. Some planned a last summer fling. We were eagerly waiting for graduation. There was one major thing facing us that all graduates needed. The inspections. They had started a few years back. Nobody much talked about them, but most dreaded the day. It was at best an embarrassing, intrusive examination. At worst, it could be life-changing. Inspections were done during gym class. Those who for whatever reason were excused from gym, were assigned a class for this purpose. It was just easier. You got completely undressed in the locker room and headed through the dedicated doors into the gymnasium. The inspection stations were set up there. Nobody graduated without going through it. The girls were up first. Their day was set up for Tuesday. CATHY It was Tuesday, and I’d forgotten it was inspection day. I got to gym class, and everybody was getting undressed. I realized something was up when nobody was putting on their gym uniforms. “What’s happening,” I asked. “It’s examination day,” Amy responded. “Did you study?” She laughed. Study, yeah that was a good one. Nobody knew quite what the criteria was. Of course, we all tried to keep nice and clean. Some said not to rub too hard as an irritated clit was a sign of excessive masturbation and would lead to cutting. Others said that signs that you weren’t a virgin would lead to the same thing. All I know was the concept that my clit might not make it through the day scared me. We filed out slowly into the gym and formed one long queue. It was strange seeing all the other girls there naked. As we neared the examination tables, one of the coaches sorted us into lines for a particular table. Each was staffed with a nurse and a doctor. All the nurses and two of the doctors were women; one was a man. I let out a breath as the coach shuffled me toward one of the female doctor tables. At least I’d not have a man staring at my privates. I tried to see what the nature of the exam was as the girls ahead of me took their turns. Each got up on the table and in the stirrups. What happened after that was hard to see from my vantage points. I did hear some protests and crying from some girls. There was also some sniffling from behind me. Even the waiting was taking its toll. Soon it was my turn. The nurse helped me on the table, and the doctor just told me to relax. Relax? With my legs splayed open and someone poking around in my private area, I wasn’t going to relax. I felt so exposed even though it was only the doctor who could see. I felt her spreading me, feeling around. She was making some announcements to the nurse who seemed to be noting them on my records. I felt her manipulating my clit. “Have you ever had any trouble with this?” the doctor asked. Trouble? What kind of trouble. “No, ma’am,” was all I could croak out. I felt something stab down there. When I looked the doctor was holding a syringe in her hand. “You’re not going to cut it off?” I asked. “Oh, no dear. Your hood is a little oversized in proportion. I’m just going to trim it a bit.” She poked at me a bit. “Feel this?” I shook my head. “Good. I’ll start. This will only take a second.” Shortly I was off the table. The nurse had me hold some gauze to my parts. I peeked, and there was a small amount of blood but not bad. I desperately wanted to get a mirror and see just what had been done, but she said “trim” was all I got back to the locker room and my friend Jess saw me holding the pad. “Did you get cut?” “Just a trim of the hood,” I said without confidence. “Let me see,” Jess said. I signed and removed the gauze and spread my lips for her. “Looks, good,” Jess said. “You’ll probably like it in the long run.” This is what it comes to, I thought to myself. I’m showing off my clit to friends for their approval. AMY Amy was fairly nervous and almost certain that today was not going to turn out well. For one thing, she wasn’t a virgin. She and Nate had done it last summer. Nobody knew if that was enough to merit a clipping at examination time, but she had heard rumors that it did. She hung back in line as long as possible, but she was making her way to the head. She looked around, especially at the girls returning. Some were holding pads to their slit. Cuttings were indeed happening. There were three doctors, one of whom was a man. She said a silent prayer that she’d not get the male doctor. The coach directed her to his table. So far, this wasn’t working out. She got up on the table and had her feet in the stirrups. The man had a dour expression. He started immediately poking around down there making unintelligible observations to the nurse who was standing there with a clipboard. There was one last, “hmmm.” The nurse slid over a tray, and he picked up a syringe and jabbed in my skin several times. After a minute, the nurse picked up forceps from the tray. While I was pretty numb down there, I could tell something was tugging at me. I saw the doctor pick up a scalpel. I prayed, no. Let it not be cut off. I felt suddenly the traction released from me. The nurse picked up a small dish and dropped the item held by the forceps in it. I knew it was my clit. I felt the thread of the stitches being tugged through me. Then it was over. The nurse told me to hold the pad against the wound for a few minutes, and I could come to her office in a few days to have the stich removed. Got down off the table and gingerly walked back to get dressed. I saw Jess staring at Cathy’s crotch. She saw me and turned her attention. “Let’s see. Let’s see,” Cathy said. I removed the gauze, and Cathy reached forward and spread my lips. “Nice clean cut. All gone,” she said with a smile. “What about you?” I asked. “Passed with flying colors,” Jess beamed. “Cathy just got a little trim.” She then bounded off to find someone else to inspect. It all seemed kind of ghoulish. I went to my locker and started to get out my clothes. I had worn a real sexy pair of panties that day. I don’t know why. I stood there and stared at the satin fabric. The anesthetic was starting to wear off, and my wound was starting to burn. I thought about the whole thing and started to cry. ROSS The line was moving slowly, and I was craning my neck to see what was happening. Mostly things were silent but periodically I’d here some commotion from the examining area. Some people took the results quietly. Some fussed. I’d see boys heading back toward the locker room to get dressed. Some were intact, walking with their uncut member high. Some were holding pads to their members. I had to look away. I turned back and saw one boy pulling the gauze away to show a completely missing penis. I looked away again. I felt like I was going to vomit. I got to the front of the line. The doctor started in his examination calling out things I didn’t understand to the nurse who was writing them down. He measured me and pulled back my foreskin. After a minute he seemed satisfied, and I was sent on my way. Intact. BOB I was at the head of the line. I was nervous as hell and sporting an erection to match. The doctor took a ruler out and calipers and measured me and whistled. He called out numbers to the nurse. He pulled back on my foreskin and looked disgusted. “You have an impressive penis here.” I started to think I was OK. “But you seem to have difficulty keeping your foreskin clean. We’ll take care of that.” “You’re going to circumcise me?” I gulped as he started poking me with a syringe of anesthetic. He just smiled as he readied some equipment. I poked at my member. “Feel anything?” I was numb. I just shook my head. “Put some traction on this,” he said to the nurse. She grabbed the head of my penis and pulled. The doctor threaded a tube into my pee hole. I was glad that I was numb. Then he picked up the scalpel and started cutting. He didn’t stop at the foreskin but cut all the way down to the tube. He teased the cut part away and then put some stitches in. I was flabbergasted. “You cut the whole end off!” I said. “It had to go. It was way too long anyhow.” He pulled the tube out. The head was still threaded on it. He stood on the foot pedal of a trash can. I peered in and could see many such tubes. Some had entire penises on them. Some had just portions. I saw some other things in there as well. It took me a second to identify them, but then I started to get sick. The nurse applied a gauze pad to the cut end. “Hold this in place for a few minutes. You can go now. I’ll take out the stitches in a few days.” I walked away from the exam holding the end of my penis. KYLE While standing in line I heard a curse. Shortly after I saw my friend Bob emerge from behind the screens they had set up for the exam area. He was holding a piece of gauze to the end of his penis. “What happened?” I asked him. “They decided I didn’t keep under my foreskin clean enough.” “And?” He removed the gauze. The foreskin was gone, but so was the whole head of his penis. They didn’t just circumcise him. They cut the whole end off. “I guess it’s no longer going to be a problem.” I gulped and looked at mine. The line inched forward, and as I got closer to the screens I was no longer able to see the students exiting. I would get no further clue other than hearing an occasional yelp from a student. I finally got to the head of the line. A doctor and nurse waited. “Name?” the nurse asked. I gave mine, and she pulled a card out. The doctor grabbed hold of my member. With the other, he manipulated my scrotum. He called out to the nurse: “Tanner III on hair. Somewhere between Tanner III and IV on genitals.” She noted it on the card. My penis was extremely erect from all this handling. “Penis length,” the doctor quickly applied a ruler. “14 centimeters. Slight amount of pre-ejaculate.” He let go and contemplated things a bit. “Prognosis isn’t good for this improving. Let’s have it off.” What was he saying, I thought. I didn’t understand any of the things other than perhaps the length. I wasn’t the biggest kid in the showers, but I wasn’t the smallest. Have it off? The nurse came over toward me and started scrubbing the base of my penis with an orange liquid. She pulled the top off a tray revealing a set of instruments. She removed a syringe off the tray and without warning, jabbed it into the base of my penis. She did this several times. She then took another package and opened it. She deftly slid the tube inside up my pee hole. “He’s ready, doctor.” He picked up a scalpel off the table and came to me. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to cut it off.” “Cut it off? No! Why?” I was confused. “Calm down. This will only take a second. It has to come off. You’ll be better off in the long run.” He deftly ran the knife around the base of my shaft. He dabbed something on the cut as he went stopping the bleeding. Once around he pulled it away. The tube was still in my pee-hole, but the penis was no longer attached. He grabbed some sutures and finished up the job. “There we go,” he said. I was still in a daze. He pulled the tube out of me. My penis still threaded over it. He stepped on the pedal of a trash can, and the lid popped up. Inside I saw more penises threaded on tubes. He tossed mine in with the rest. The nurse gave me a gauze pad. “You’ll want to hold this in place for a few minutes. The school nurse will remove the stitches in a week.” I was dismissed. I walked holding the gauze to where my penis had been and made my way back to the locker room. I saw Bob still dabbing at his shortened cock. He looked up at me. “Sucks to be you, I guess,” he said. I looked around. There were more than a few boys sporting recent cuts. I caught glimpses of a few like me holding pads to where are dicks had been. I saw another friend, Mike, sitting down, holding a larger pad. “What happened to you?” I asked. MIKE I was nervous. I had always been that way when I was naked around others. I was never as developed as the other boys. They all had big ball sacks, and big cocks and mine were smaller. I mean, it was OK, but some guys were huge. I was almost relieved when I got to the actual exam station. The doctor and nurse I could take the scrutiny from. It was different than having my peers stare at me. The doctor started his exam. “Tanner I, maybe II at best across the board. He prodded at me and squeezed my scrotum. This doesn’t look good at all.” I cringed. Not good? “I’m just a little slow to develop,” I made an excuse to the doctor. He was already preparing a syringe. He started giving me little jabs with it all over. “It’s OK, son. Some people just are like this. We will take care of you.” Take care of me? The nurse had me lay on my back, and a drape was placed over me with a strategic hole in the center. The doctor moved a flat-screen over and placed it so I could see it. He then moved something else, and I could see a picture of my genitals peeking through the center of the drape. “Some people want to watch,” the doctor said. The nurse produced a long tube and then grabbed my penis and started pushing it inside me. I let out a small gasp. “You shouldn’t be feeling anything,” the nurse said. “It just took me by surprise,” I explained. The nurse held the end of my penis, and the doctor came in with the scalpel and deftly ran it around the base of my penis. “Let’s get this out of the way.” The nurse pulled my penis away from my body. I had to look away from the screen. A second later I saw the nurse turning away holding my severed penis. She threw it in a trash can. The doctor wasn’t finished. I turned back to the monitor, and he was cutting into my scrotum. I saw my tiny nuts exposed and then he excised them away. He dropped them into a small bowl the nurse was holding out. Then she tossed those in the trash. He then did some trimming and set to work with the sutures. Soon I had a smooth patch of skin where my scrotum had bin. I started to cry. He held up his hands. “All done.” The nurse gave me a pad to hold against my flat groin. AMY It was a couple of days after my cutting, and I was back in the locker room. Most of the girls had dressed out and were heading out to play softball. However, there were a few of us who had stitches to deal with. I opened up my locker to put my clothes in, and there was something sitting on the shelf. I looked closely and then picked it up with two fingers. “EWWWWW.” I said realizing what I had and immediately dropped it. I heard raucous laughter from behind me. “That’s sick,” I said. “They were just throwing them away. The boys weren’t going to need them anymore.” “You’re sick, Mary,” I said. She had gone dumpster diving for severed cocks. I wondered how many she made off with. I walked out into the gym again. This time it was a fewer number. Just all of us who had gotten cut the other day. We approached the nurse who examined us and cut the stitches away and said we were healing nicely. I don’t think I’ll ever be nicely healed, I thought to myself. MIKE Two days later I was back naked among my peers. I didn’t have to worry about not having anything to show this time as I had nothing to show. At least all the others in line with me had some level of cutting done on them. I saw a few that were as flat as I was. There were quite a few others that had no penis but still had their balls. A few had shortened penises. We got our stitches cut out. We were all looking around at each other. We were brothers under the knife, sort to speak. I smiled and headed back to get into my gym suit. I picked up the jockstrap and wadded it up and threw it into the trash can. Nothing for that to protect anymore. I pulled on my shorts.