TOMMY'S EXAM
By Alpha 

Sixteen-year-old Tommy Mitchell thought he would die from embarrassment as he listened to his stepfather speak to Dr. Wilson.

"Doctor," Ted Mitchell was saying, "I brought my son in to see you because I'm he has already been involved with at least one girl, a girl I might add who is clearly promiscuous. He also masturbates at least once a day judging from the mountain of tissues in his wastebasket. He's still only sixteen and I don't want him repeating the sins of his father. And you will note that he isn't... well... he hasn't been properly prepared for manhood... he has not been circumcised!

His mother didn't deal with this problem when he was a child so I believe the time has come for something to be done."

"Well Mr. Mitchell, as you know, there's a wide range of normal development for teenage boys. But you did the right thing by bringing him in, he's at the age where things can happen.. we can take action. But it can be uncomfortable. It is your wife and your choice, of course."

"My wife has decided to leave this issue to me." Tommy's stepfather said firmly. Indicating that Tommy's mother , as usual had done as she had been told.

Ever since Tommy's mother had let his stepfather in the house he had treated Tommy with a cold and intense discipline.

For the first time, the doctor spoke directly to Tommy. "OK young man, please get undressed so I can have a look at you."

Tommy hesitated for a moment, and then slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. When he finally pulled it off, Henry Wilson noted with some interest that the nipples on the teenage boy's smooth, hairless chest were erect.

"Hurry up and take your pants off son," his stepfather said. "Dr. Wilson is a very busy man."

As Tommy fumbled with the button on his levis, he wished that he could just melt into the floor. He slowly unzipped his fly, feeling the gaze of the two adult men on him. Finally, his pants off, Tommy stood in front of his stepfather and Dr. Wilson; his eyes downcast, too embarrassed to look directly at either man.

Henry Wilson was glad that he had chosen to wear a jockstrap that day. The sight of the blushing, blond-haired teenager standing in front of him wearing only tight clean white jockey shorts and socks was really starting to turn him on.

Ever since Tommy's stepfather had come to him with his plan to "deal" with Tommy, Henry Wilson had been looking forward to this moment. The thought of inspecting the young man made his cock stir.

Tommy's stepfather and Henry went back a long way. They both enjoyed sex with men and women and especially enjoyed power games. Now Tommy was to be the center of a particularly enjoyable game, for Henry and Tommy's stepfather at least.

And what a sight Tommy was! A crew-cut, well-scrubbed, innocent-looking all-American boy. Henry Wilson's practiced eye judged him to be about 5'10" tall, weighing 140 lbs. 

He liked the youthful, hairless body. His handsome, almost pretty, face was totally smooth, with only the beginnings of a young-teen peachfuzz moustache.

"You're right Mr. Mitchell, Tommy does seem to be in need of some assistance.

"Tommy, clasp your hands in back of your head."

Trembling with embarrassment, the youth obeyed the doctor's order.

Dr. Wilson walked over to Tommy and rubbed his fingers in the teenager's warm sweaty armpit. He gently tugged on the hairs, stretching them to their full length between his thumb and forefinger.

"Take a look at this Mr. Mitchell," the doctor said. He is certainly developing the signs of manhood.

Tommy felt his face turning beet-red. He couldn't believe his stepfather and a doctor were both bent forward, carefully examining his armpit hair.

"Tommy, you can put your arms down." Almost immediately, the doctor started rubbing his finger around one of Tommy's nipples. Turning to the boy's stepfather, he said, "Another place we look for the start of hair growth is around the nipples. By gently rubbing like this, we can feel for the microscopic hairs that are the precursors of visible growth. I don't feel anything here, but then again, some males just never develop any chest hair at all.

"We also examine the area around and below the navel." With that, Dr. Wilson started rubbing his fingertips over the boy's flat, teenage belly. Henry Wilson was really getting into this now. He enjoyed the feeling of the young flesh squirming beneath his fingertips as he stroked the smooth skin with an almost tickling motion.

"I can feel some slight hair growth here, Mr. Mitchell. Another good sign. Now let's have a look at your son's pubic area."

Without any further warning, Dr. Wilson tugged at the leg holes of the boy's white jockey shorts. He quickly pulled the underpants down the teenager's slim hips until the waistband of the shorts was at mid-thigh. Tommy was mortified. There he was, his most private parts completely exposed, not just to a doctor, but to his own stepfather as well.

Dr. Wilson reached up and started running his fingers through the small puff of pubic fuzz that Tommy had over his penis.

To the Tommy, it looked like a casual, almost absent-minded motion; the touch of a trained doctor.

For Henry Wilson though, it took all of his will power to keep the delicious tingling he felt in his groin from causing his hands to shake uncontrollably.

This was a turn-on. He had become a physician for the noblest of reasons, but the first time during his internship that he had examined a teenage boy, a tremendous jolt of pleasure shot from his cock to his brain. He knew he was hooked. For Henry Wilson, the ultimate high was examining in minute detail the sexual development of teenage boys. If his examination embarrassed the boy, the turn-on was even greater.

And in this case knowing what was ahead for young Tommy and knowing that the boy's stepfather was part of the plan only made the whole thing sweeter.

Now Tommy had a serious problem. The feel of Dr. Wilson's fingers rubbing above his penis was causing it to become erect. He tried everything he could to stop it, but soon his organ was fully erect, stretched out to its full, impressive length and pointing up to his chin.

Henry Wilson could barely suppress his excitement. This was going to be even more exciting than he hoped for. He removed his fingers from the boy's pubic hair and gently grasped the boy's penis. He could feel it twitching in his hand.

"Your son's organ quite a but larger than most boys his age, Mr. Mitchell," the doctor said, "and his erectile response impressive. In fact, if anything, he's a little quick on the trigger. I can understand your concern about the lack of circumcision though. There is clear evidence of a cleanliness problem." Wilson said as he rolled Tommy's silky foreskin back, revealing the large glans of Tommy's penis.

"But I do keep it clean Doctor." Tommy said anxiously.

"Who said you could speak. You don't speak unless you're spoken to boy!" His stepfather said angrily
 
"Mr. Mitchell I agree with you and we should schedule a circumcision as soon a possible."

With that, Dr. Wilson let go of Tommy's cock and transferred his hand to Tommy's balls.

They were pulled up tightly in the boy's hairless pink scrotum, making Tommy's embarrassment even greater.

The doctor rolled and massaged each testicle. All this time, Tommy's cock remained fully erect, bouncing and twitching, seemingly with a life of its own.

Dr. Wilson released Tommy's balls.

"OK young man, you can get dressed now." Then, turning to the boy's stepfather, he said, "His testicles seem normally formed. Of course, we'll have to do a blood workup and a few other tests just to confirm that everything is functioning normally. I'd like to schedule him for the tests on Thursday, we can also schedule the circumcision for then if you are agreeable.

You can see my receptionist on your way out and ask her for an appointment."

Tommy was very relieved that the exam was over. He wasted no time in pulling up his underpants.

"Dr. Wilson," Ted Mitchell said, "we were planning to go on vacation next week. Could we reschedule for a later date.?"

"I'll tell you what: the tests and circumcision won't take that long. I can squeeze them in right now if that would be more convenient."

"We'd appreciate it," the boy's stepfather said.

Tommy stood shaking ... his stepfather had agreed to have him circumcised there and then. He was afraid. What would his girlfriend say and his school friends when they saw him in the showers after gym.

"Dad, I don't really need to circumcised do I? Please dad I promise, it works fine!" Tommy said shakingly

"Stop blubbering boy. It is for you own good and it has to be done and now is as good a time as ever. So just do as the doctor tells you!" Mitchell said firmly to his young stepson. Enjoying every minute of embarrassing the boy.

"OK Tommy, I'm going to need some blood from you. Sit down in that chair while I draw the blood." Henry Wilson said.

Tommy sat down and the doctor drew a small vial of blood from his arm, then placed a band-aid on the small puncture wound.

"There, that didn't take too long Tommy." As he spoke, Henry Wilson opened up a cabinet and withdrew a single latex glove, a foil packet, and a small screw-top jar. "Now we need a prostate massage and a semen sample. Take your underpants back off and hop up on the examination table."

As soon as Tommy saw the glove in the doctor's hand he once again felt light headed with embarrassment. His legs were like jelly. Somehow, he managed to obey the order and sat on the exam table, his closed legs shielding his rapidly deflating cock.

Henry Wilson was thinking quickly as he put on the glove and lubricated a finger. He knew that he really should perform a normal prostate exam, with the kid lying on his side, but his sexual arousal got the best of him.

It was seldom that he got to examine a teen that he found so sexy. And he was excited by the fact that the boy's stepfather was present for the entire exam and was watching as his son was intimately examined.

"Tommy, I'm going to perform the prostate exam now. I want you to get up on your knees and elbows and just relax."

Haltingly, Tommy got into the position. With the exception of his white-socked feet, he was totally naked. His face was down and his smooth, small buttocks were up in the air. His knees were tightly pressed together.

"That's fine Tommy. Just put your knees about 18" apart."

Tommy obeyed the command. Then he buried his red face in his hands.

Henry Wilson felt feverish with excitement as he walked up to the sixteen-year-old boy's exposed behind. It had to be one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

Tommy's firm white asscheeks were spread, totally exposing his completely hairless crack. His perfect pink pucker was clearly visible and immaculately clean.

Below it, his small boyish testicles dangled in his smooth scrotum. Henry could just glimpse the head of Tommy's well sized member, for now, flaccid.

"This won't hurt at all if you relax."

With that, the doctor used his left hand to gently spread the boy's buttocks a little more, and pressed his gloved fingertip firmly against the virgin teen anus.

"Just press back as if you were going to the bathroom, Tommy."

Henry Wilson could feel the boy's hole slowly open up. Gradually, accompanied by an in-and-out motion, the doctor was able to slide first one finger and then a second into the young man and feel the familiar lump of his prostate. 

Once again, he marveled at just how tight and warm a teen's rectum was.

The doctor quickly glanced over at Mr. Mitchell. He was amused to see that Mitchell was wide-eyed as he intently watched Henry penetrate his son's asshole. Both he and Mitchell were really enjoying the thought of the humiliation they were causing Tommy.

Now Dr. Wilson began his massage of the boy's prostate in earnest. In less than a minute, Tommy's legs began to quiver. The doctor picked up the specimen jar with his left hand and reached under and around Tommy's waist.

He pried the teenager's rigid penis away from its position against the boy's slight covering of pubic hair, and inserted the glans into the wide mouthed jar. He held it that way and continued the massage.

Tommy let out a moan and Henry Wilson felt the boy's ass clamp down tightly against his finger. His young penis jerked repeatedly, and the doctor could feel the jets of semen hitting the walls of the jar. Tommy went limp, panting. His face was bright red with humiliation.

If it hadn't been for Dr. Wilson's arm, the boy would have collapsed onto the table. The prostate massage had caused him to have the most intense orgasm of his life.

The doctor eased his arm and the specimen jar out from under Tommy and gently let the boy down.

Dr. Wilson held the semen sample up to the light, tilting the jar to gauge the sample's amount and viscosity. He was surprised by the large amount of the ejaculate.

Then he noticed that Ted Mitchell was also looking at the jar of his stepson's semen.

"Everything looks fine Mr. Mitchell. Of course, we won't know for sure until the results come back from the lab. All right, Tommy.

"Now Mr. Mitchell, do you wish me to proceed to do the circumcision?" Wilson asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, but I don't think we should take advantage of your time." Mitchell said also knowing the response to come.

"That is fine Mr. Mitchell. We really should carry out the procedure as soon as possible. I don't want to delay and increase the possibility of an infection.

Which is why I would recommend a very full procedure, with a maximum circumcising of the penile skin, removal of the fraenum and a meatotomy, or widening of the opening to the urethra."

Tommy lay on the examination table shivering with fear.

"If that is what you recommend then that is what Tommy and I want you to do. Isn't it Tommy?" Tommy's stepfather said staring at his semi-naked stepson.

"Dad, please! I don't ...." Tommy started to speak.

"We only want is best for you son." Said Wilson.

Tommy's stepfather glared at him. "Yes sir." Tommy said quietly.

"Now just relax, this won't take very long. Just lie back and spread your legs." Wilson said in that quiet, confident way Doctors speak, and with his cock standing rigid in his jock strap.

He pulled a tray from a shelf below the exam table, removing the cover to reveal a range of instruments.

He began by selecting a hypodermic needle and then carefully holding Tommy's cock, he injected anaesthetic.

"Now Tommy you won't feel this, so don't worry." Wilson said looking up Mitchell who was standing behind his stepson. Mitchell smiled leeringly at the Doctor.

"Now we can begin."

Wilson swabbed the whole of Tommy's genitals, not just the glans. A small mark was made on the shaft about two-thirds of the way down. Then Wilson inserted a metal rod was the metal opening and pushed right into the penis to hold it rigid; an action which elicited a yelp from the transfixed boy.

He pulled Tommy's shaft skin right back and held it taut in forceps. Then he cut right around the now naked glans. The skin was then pulled forward whilst the doctor used a scalpel to cut along the top of the shaft back to the marked line.

Tears were now streaming down Tommy's face and dropping onto the bloody mess of his lacerated penis.

Wilson continued his work of humiliating Tommy by cutting right around the shaft and removing completely most of the original shaft skin. What was left was pulled forwards and tacked to the underlying tissue with a few stitches. The mucosa from the front of the shaft was then pulled back and again tacked to the shaft tissue.

He the rubbed powdered charcoal into the whole area between the lines of thick tacking stitches and then an antiseptic powder was put over the whole shaft.

Tommy's fraenum was completely excised with two deft strokes of the scalpel, after which the rod was removed from the meatus. It was quickly replaced by the tip of the scalpel and Tommy saw the lips of his glans spring open as the tender flesh was ripped apart beneath the keen blade.

The teen gasped, fresh tears running down his face.

His stepfather looked on with a smile, his trousers just betraying the sign of an increasing bulge. He was really enjoying watching his stepson being "dealt" with.

A few stitches later and a dressing was applied and it was all over for Tommy.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? You can get dressed now." Wilson said with a grin.

Emotionally and physically, Tommy felt totally drained. He dragged himself off of the examination table and stood beside it. He appeared almost oblivious to his surroundings. His face and upper chest were flushed. Both his stepfather and Dr. Wilson were staring at him, but he didn't seem to notice. After a few seconds, Mr. Mitchell handed Tommy his clothes and he began to dress as both men watched.

As the teen's white jockey shorts were covered by his levis, Henry Wilson tore his eyes away and began to fill out some paperwork.

"Now Tommy, you should refrain from touching your penis as much as possible for the next ten to fourteen days." Wilson said as he wrote out a scrip for antibiotics.

"Now take this and take one with before each meal. That'll prevent any infection. We should have the results of the semen test after you get back from vacation. Call me. If any further treatment is necessary, we'll discuss it then."

Henry had to suppress a smile as he added, "Don't worry, whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it."

Tommy just stood stunned. Whilst Mitchell looked on approvingly. His plan had worked. Tommy would never know that the doctor and his stepfather had planned this all along.

"Wait for me outside," Tommy's stepfather said pointing to the door. "I want to speak to Dr. Wilson privately."

Tommy left the room just as a dull throb began to rise in his tortured groin.

"Well Harry, you did a great job. That kid will soon learn that we've spoiled his fun." Mitchell spoke with glee.

"Ted, he'll find that his boy dick is now so tight, it'll be months before he can get hard without it hurting and even when it is soft that I doubt he'll be able to wank off. That cock of his will have a large ugly scar midway down its length. He won't even be able to pee properly standing up anymore...it'll just spray everywhere out of the enormous hole I ripped in the head of his cock." Wilson said amusedly.

"Wilson you have sure done a great job on him. No girl would come near that ruined dick of his. Maybe he'll just have to find some faggot like you to fuck him to get off at all...hahaha!! Mitchell laughed.

"Now here's a thought...maybe we can really fix him...a really radical vasectomy ... he won't know about until much later and by then it'll be too late, the boy will be really fucked!"

Wilson stared a Mitchell with a smile.

"I love it Harry, I mean I really love it...but why not make that slut's son a real gelding? Cut the balls off him and leave him with his fucking ugly dick ... all courtesy of me! Mitchell laughed loudly.

"Ted, this could really get .umm.a bit heavy but. if you really want to we can start to do it next time you come in ... to get the results of the umm...tests." Wilson said gleefully.

"Your boy will need some extra treatment .... don't you agree!" Wilson sneered as the two men laughed.

Wilson had done a real job on him. No-one would come near his dick.

As soon as they returned home Tommy cried himself to sleep, curled up alone in his room. His penis throbbed with pain it was cut so tight. He had no idea what his stepfather and doctor had in mind for his next visit.

END