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by Franklincorey@yahoo.com

Joe had been caught stealing a car at age 18, and when the judge looked at his earlier record, he offered Joe's parents the choice of a year in the county jail or six months in a new re- education school set up by a private institute for retraining delinquent boys. After a few quick words with Joe, the parents told the judge they'd accept the school, and the bailiff took Joe out in handcuffs and loaded him on the bus bound for the school.

That afternoon Joe found himself in the school's clinic for intake processing, standing naked with five other boys about his age. He immediately noticed that he was the only boy who was not circumcised, his long pendulous foreskin dangling down at the end of his penis in a thick nipple.

When the female doctor entered she gave the boys the once-over, her eyes running over their crotches and lingering on Joe's with a hint of distaste, and announced that they would all receive enemas before their examinations. They shrank under her forceful gaze, and some covered their crotches with their hands. Two male medical attendants prepared the enemas, which consisted of quart pitchers of hot soapy water and red hoses, with long nozzles at the ends. Each boy in turn had to step up to the examining table and bend over to receive his enema. Joe was last, and the doctor spread a dab of K-Y jelly on the nozzle, rammed it in, and raised the pitcher to let the flow begin. The pressure in his abdomen quickly built up, and became very uncomfortable. When the doctor withdrew the nozzle, he ran for the toilet at the side of the room and emptied himself.

When he emerged, the female doctor was just finishing examining the previous boy, and withdrew her gloved finger from his rectum. She waved him out, and the boy slunk towards the door with a look of discomfort. Motioning Joe to the table she again had him bend over, put on a new glove, and began probing his rectum while Joe squirmed in discomfort.

"No hemorrhoids or lumps there," she said with satisfaction as she withdrew her finger. "Now let’s take a look at the front." She motioned for Joe to climb on the table and lie face up. She scrutinized his penis with a look of obvious displeasure.

"How come you're not circumcised?" she asked. "Were your parents too ignorant, or too poor to have it done?"

"I - I - I don't know," he replied in obvious discomfort. The intimacy of the question embarrassed him, and its hostile tone made him very uncomfortable.

"That should have been taken care of when you were born," she added. She grasped his penis and forced the long hood back to reveal the purple head. "Smells rank," she said as she stripped the thick fleshy collar to lodge behind the flaring rim of his glans. Joe felt his penis begin to swell from the pressure of her warm fingers. She ran a finger around his rim, noting the white substance that coated it.

"See that?" she asked. "Your penis is dirty and far too sensitive, and unless we correct that, you're going to become a sex fiend." The ominous implications of her comment made Joe squirm, but his penis continued to engorge until it stood at full seven-inch hardness between her fingers, which lightly massaged the sensitive tip. It was clear that she was enjoying his discomfort, and was prolonging this part of the examination to embarrass him as much as possible.

The doctor motioned toward the two medical attendants, who immediately clamped Joe's arms and legs to the table and fastened straps to hold him immobile. When they were finished, his arms were spread out at an angle, and his legs were tightly pinned, as was his torso.

"I'm going to circumcise you. Do you understand what that means?" Joe was too petrified with fright to answer. "This means I'm going to operate on your penis to remove the excess skin that covers the purple end," she explained. "I'm going to cut your skin back and attach it behind the tip with stitches, and that will keep the end totally uncovered for the rest of your life. I'm going to cut you tight, so you won't have any skin to slide up over the end, and maybe that'll stop you playing with yourself. The end will dry out and lose some excessive sensitivity, and you'll be like all the other boys here." She turned to one of the attendants.

"Can you imagine?" she asked rhetorically. "Even today, we still get an occasional boy who hasn't been circumcised. I bet this one is surprised that circumcision is mandatory in this school. Now get the nurse in here so she can administer the anesthetic." She turned back to Joe, looking down at him.

"We're going to put you to sleep for the operation. You're lucky about that, anyway. When babies are circumcised, they don't get any anesthetic and they feel the pain of the cut. You'll be asleep and you won't feel a thing, although it'll be very sore when you wake up." Joe was quivering with fright now, and he struggled to free himself of his bonds.

"You might as well relax," the doctor admonished him. "We've got you pinned down, and there's nothing you can do about it. You're going to find out that in this school, we can do anything we want with you." Joe began moaning loudly, his distress consuming him, and did not hear the door open behind his head. He saw something black come down past his eyes to cover his nose and mouth tightly, and heard a soft female voice murmur in his ear: "Now breathe deeply."

He continued to struggle while inhaling the nitrous oxide coming through the mask. The gas was odorless, and Joe's struggles continued as the gas reached his brain and began to sap his consciousness. Finally, his muscles relaxed and his eyes closed as he sank into the chemically induced coma. The anesthetic had also forced Joe's erection to subside.

"That took the starch out of him," she laughed. "Now we can begin," the doctor said as an attendant draped a sheet over Joe's naked form. The sheet had a hole at the level of his groin, and the attendant pulled Joe's now soft penis through the hole. The doctor spread disinfectant over his penis, working the foreskin back to dab underneath it, then returned the foreskin forward to drape normally over the big purple head. Pulling the end of his foreskin hard forward to stretch the shaft skin to its fullest, she clamped it just past the glans with a pliers-like clamp, then swept a scalpel down to sever the foreskin. She released the clamp and the remaining skin retracted over the glans, the cut edge just behind its rim.

The inner lining for Joe's foreskin still covered the head, and now the doctor slipped one blade of her scissors underneath along the top, slitting it right down to the rim. She then snipped around the circumference, removing the inner lining by cutting it free where it was attached to the shaft.

"I noticed he's got a thick frenulum," she said. "We have to remove that too." Lifting Joe's penis she inspected the large cleft under the head where the two halves of his rim swept forward and down to meet underneath. In the cleft was the thick strip of pink tissue that was her target. She picked up a small pair of scissors and snipped away until she'd removed it completely, excavating the cleft of surplus tissue. Then she began inserting sutures to close the incision in the cleft. Four more sutures attached the edge of his remaining skin to the shaft just behind the rim of the large purple head. Finally, she wrapped a bandage around the now circumcised penis and stepped away from the table.

"I didn't put in too many sutures, because I want the line of the cut to be thick when it heals. He'll end up with a thick brown scar ring to remember me by. He's going to be sore for a week or two," she said to the attendants.

"Aren't you going to give him anything for the pain?" asked Henry, the newer of the two who had been on the job for only two days.

"In a hospital, I'd inject some local anesthetic into the base of his penis to take care of the pain when he wakes up, then prescribe some pain pills for a week. Here, this is part of his learning experience, and he's going to have to get through it on his own." The attendants wheeled him out.

Joe awoke in the recovery room next door, and when he'd fully regained consciousness he realized that his penis felt both sore and strange. His glans was no longer covered by smooth warm foreskin, but encased by rough dry gauze, and there was a deep soreness behind the rim and in the cleft under the head. Tears came to his eyes as he realized how extensively his body, his most private part, had been violated.

In his room that night, Joe felt his penis swelling, not with the pleasurable engorgement of erection, but with the painful inflammation of injured tissue. He was unable to sleep, and next morning when he reported to the infirmary for his post-operative check-up, he told the doctor about it. She removed the bandage and while looking down at Joe's inflamed penis, she told him scornfully:

"That's part of the program, kid. I'm not going to give you any pain pills because I want you to remember this. When you feel like playing with yourself, the pain will cramp your style."

Thus began the six months of Joe's re-education, supervised by the female doctor who subjected him to daily examinations until his penis had healed, and weekly enemas to keep his bowels clear.