We were lying in bed together late one morning, my father still in post-

orgasmic bliss, when he casually mentioned that he had arranged for me to be

radically circumcised the following week. I finished swallowing and looked up at him in surprise as he told me that he'd been thinking about it for quite some time, and finally reached his decision several weeks ago.

He explained he was not going to have just my foreskin removed, but wanted

something out of the ordinary, something more extreme, done to my cock. As the

absolute minimum, he wanted the amputation and removal of my foreskin, frenum

and at least one-half of the skin from my cock, together with all the loose skin from my scrotum. He said that whilst he knew that the frenum is now considered by many to be one of the primary erogenous zones in males he was going to make sure that mine was completely excised.

He said that after my circumcision he could adopt a different method when masturbating me, he would be able to use a quicker and much more vigorous, manly approach. Indeed, he wanted to be able to masturbate me without any lubrication, just lots of rough hard friction from his calloused hands, which would he said, more often than not, leave my cock sore and tender.

Ultimately, he said, he wanted to be able to dry masturbate me to

orgasm in just a few minutes, after which he could relax whilst I concentrated on giving him prolonged pleasure.

He told this as he lay there, languorously playing with his own foreskin,

gently pulling it backwards and forwards over his smooth pink knob, which was

still glistening with my saliva. He said that although I was to be circumcised

he would never consider it for himself; he knew that, as well as keeping it

moist, his foreskin also protected one of the most sensitive parts of his penis;

the knob.

My father said that he had searched on the internet for quite some time

before he found the right surgeon to carry out my remodeling. It was going to

entail traveling to a private clinic in Switzerland and staying for at least

four weeks until I was completely recovered from the operation.

Of course, I knew what a circumcised cock looked like; a few of my buddies

at school were circumcised, and they always looked at my foreskin with envy when

we were in the showers. But I knew nothing about 'radical' or 'extreme

circumcisions'; and what about 'excised frenum' or 'amputation'? I looked up

'radical' in the dictionary, it said; departing markedly from the usual or

customary, going beyond moderation, far-reaching, thorough or extreme, it also

said that 'excised' meant; to cut out or off. What did my father mean by all

this? He refused to elaborate any more; but it was not to be too long before I

found out.

Father had already arranged all the flights and transfers, and we had

quite an uneventful trip, arriving in Switzerland two days later. Wall to wall

sunshine and beautiful scenery, it is a lovely country. A taxi took us to the

clinic and before I knew it I was standing naked in front of Doctor Smitt, who

would be carrying out my radical circumcision.

It transpired that he was an eminent Swiss homosexual plastic surgeon

whose work is widely regarded as innovative. He considers a penis to be

something that he can remodel, by using meticulous and creative techniques, to

suit his client's requirements.

Using precise medical terminology, he described the procedure he proposed

to use. He said that he planned to give me a fundamental circumcision which

would take my penis right back to basics and strip it of all superfluous skin.

He went on to describe how the procedure would entail chilling my penis

whilst it was flaccid to make it as small as possible, then stretching the

penile skin really tight, so that as well as the external part of the foreskin the absolute maximum amount of the outer shaft skin would also be removed. Just the inner foreskin lining would remain, so I would be left with an exceptionally radical high and tight circumcision. The resultant scar would be as far from the glans as possible and very close to my scrotum. Next, he would painstakingly excise my frenum (the small strip on the underside of the glans penis that's full of nerve endings) together with the skin surrounding it, and then cauterize the whole area to leave it completely dead and insensitive. He would tighten my scrotum to avoid a 'turkey neck' forming on the underside of my penis and then alter my scrotal skin, forming a division down the middle, so that each one of my testicle's sat in its own tight little pouch on either side of my penis. Finally, to tighten the skin around the girth he would remove a wide strip of skin from the underside of my penis, from glans to scrotum, and then suture the remainder together. After all this, he said, your penile skin will be completely immobile and almost too small to contain your flaccid penis. An interesting conundrum for you to solve when attempting masturbation.

Because the procedure would take several hours, it would be carried out

under a general anesthetic. It would mean that there could be no masturbation

for several weeks, he warned me that even just getting an erection would tear

the stitches and leave me with an ugly looking penis. To avoid this I was to be

sedated for the first week or so after the operation and only fed intravenously.

Until I was completely healed I would be given hormone treatment to ensure that

no untimely erections occurred. He told me not to worry, I would not be growing

breasts, just unable to get an erection whilst my penis healed.

As I stood in front of Dr Smitt I realized that as well as my father,

there were also two male nurses in the room looking at my hairless naked body.

Referring to them, Dr Smitt said that following the operation one of them would

be sitting beside my bed all the time; making sure that I took my meds. and did

not touch my penis. He said that young lads of my age often found it extremely

difficult not to play with themselves and this was why I must be supervised at

all times.

They all watched as he then gave me a very though examination, with lots

of tests, which were all satisfactory. He then grasped my penis and, pulling the foreskin back, told me to get an erection. I tried unsuccessfully for several

minutes and with everyone getting impatient; my father explained that there was

only one way that I could get an erection. He then took me behind a screened off

area in the corner of the room, and with everybody listening I very quickly got

an erection.

As we walked out from behind the screen, Dr Smitt made an aside to my

father about my hairless groin and small penis size. Had I had been having

hormone treatment? Father replied that he'd had my pubic hair permanently

removed with laser treatment because he preferred me to have a smooth and hair

free groin area. He knew that my penis was undersized, but it was not something that bothered him and anyway, after this operation wouldn't my penis be reduced

still further. With a laugh, Dr Smitt agreed with him and said that I would

certainly have a unique and unusual looking genital area.

During the course of the examination Dr Smitt noticed that I had dentures;

he said that it was very rare for someone as young as me to have false teeth,

and asked me if I'd had some sort of gum disease. Before I had a chance to

speak, my father said that he'd paid a lot of money to have my teeth extracted,

one by one, as soon as they appeared; indeed, he'd had another one removed just

recently. To be honest my father said, my son has not had any teeth since the

day he was born, not even milk teeth; because whenever he'd seen a new tooth

coming through, he'd had it removed. Thankfully, Dr Smitt never asked my father

to explain why he'd had all my teeth removed; that would have made me real

embarrassed, because father would have told him.

I was curious, so I asked him how many circumcisions like this he had

done. He very quickly told me that the generic term 'circumcision' was a

misnomer in this instance; I would be having a procedure designed just for me.

He said that my genitals were going to be sculptured by him into something quite

exclusive.

He said that if my father had requested it, he could make my penis bigger

or smaller, make it bend to the left or right, up or down, in fact, whatever my

father wanted! If my father asked, he would even partly or completely amputate

my penis or just remove the glans leaving me with a blunt end to my penis.

However, my father had said none of that was required because my small straight

penis was just right at the moment; but he was considering a small stump for me at some time in the future. My heart skipped a beat at this comment!

Dr Smitt then turned to my father and said that as a result of the

operation, it was unlikely that I would be able to father any children the

normal way, because I would not be able to penetrate a woman's vagina. My father

laughed and said that because of the training and conditioning I'd had since I

was a young boy I would never be able to get an erection with a woman anyway.

Father explained that he had not wanted to take the chance that his son would

grow up to be heterosexual, so for years he had been using behavioral therapy on

me; and by using this method, he had ensured that I was never going to be

anything other than a homosexual. He said that now I could only get an erection

whilst performing fellatio, an art that I had brought to perfection; everybody

laughed, looked over at the screen off area and then back to my erect cock. I

was red with embarrassment, but my fathers comment made me even harder because

it was true; I couldn't get an erection unless I was sucking a cock. Now

everybody knew why he'd had all my teeth pulled out!

The next thing was for me to sign the consent form; attached to the form

was an appendix which described the procedure in great detail, with diagrams and

computer projections of the result. I did not bother to read it because I really

wanted to have the operation and anyway, my father had told me that I had no

option, it was too late for me to back out now. After I had signed the form

father looked at the appendix, laughed and, with a look of satisfaction, nodded

and said it looked perfect! He then signed as my parent and guardian, and asked

when would I be having the operation.

Dr Smitt said that he proposed to start straight away, and as the

operating theatre was next to his consulting room, there was no need for me to

wear a hospital gown, just go straight through. With my erect cock bouncing in

front of me, I eagerly walked into the operating theatre and lay on the operating table ready for him to start. A male nurse leaned over and asked me to remove my dentures; and as he put a needle in my arm he whispered that Dr Smitt was world renowned for this sort of operation. Before I knew it I was unconscious.

I was kept under sedation and fed intravenously for sixteen days and when I was eventually woken up I was almost healed. For another two weeks I was

constantly monitored and not allowed to touch my penis. A catheter had been

inserted during the operation to drain all my urine and because I was being fed

intravenously I did not need to use the toilet. My metabolic rate had slowed

right down so I did not eat very much, and it transpired that I lost sixteen

pounds whilst in the clinic.

I had not had my dentures in for over four weeks and father told me

that he did not want me to start using them again; he wanted me to get used to

eating with my gums, and he asked Dr Smitt if I could be kept off all solid food

for the duration of my stay at the clinic.

Another week went by before Dr Smitt agreed to remove the dressings so

that I could see the result of his work. He got me to stand naked in front of a

mirror and, with my father looking on, carefully removed all the dressings that

covered my genitals. And there it was - my new penis!

All I could see was my newly circumcised knob just peeking out from

between my balls. My balls no longer hung down below my cock, they had been

taken up so that they sat on either side of my cock on the front of my body, and

each ball was now in an individual scrotal pouch which sat on either side of my

cock. Because most of the penile skin had been removed, my flaccid penis no longer hung down, but stuck straight out from my hairless groin. It all looked just wonderful!

We returned home and my father quickly had me back on my knees giving him long fellatio sessions. He likes to lay back in what he calls his fellatio chair, with his legs spread wide, whilst I kneel in front of him. I often make these sessions last for over an hour before he finally ejaculates in my mouth. He still refuses to let me use my dentures as he loves the sensation he gets from my gums when I suckle on him; of course it’s obvious to everyone that I have no teeth, and as most people now know why, I’m no longer embarrassed.

Every day for about a month my father painted my newly modeled penis with alum to toughen up the skin and remove any remaining sensitivity. I had only just finished having the female hormone treatment, and was therefore unable to get erections but, eventually, they wore off and I started to have wet dreams in our bed, which annoyed my father, so he decided that I needed to be wanked off.

As it had been a long time since my last real orgasm I was eager for my father to wank me, however, the first time he attempted to we realized that when erect the skin on my penis was stretched extremely tight and quite immobile, thereby stopping my erect cock from being more than two to three inches long. Because it now sticks straight out from between my balls, it has proved impossible for my father to masturbate me using the dry technique that he had described before my operation. After several unsuccessful attempts, he said that the only answer was for him to empty my semen by carefully milking my prostate, via my anus, once or twice a week. By using a special implement he purchased, it has transpired that he can drain my prostate, ampullae and seminal vesicles, and I never get an erection. Indeed, I don't even have an orgasm, the semen just trickles out and he collects it in a small glass for my consumption afterwards. This is a much more interesting way for him to masturbate me, it gives him total control, he can vary the time it takes to milk me of my semen and, of course, he gets to feed me with my semen afterwards. He has even bought a crystal glass which he keeps beside our bed; this is used solely for the collection of my semen, and I have to wash it after every milking session.

I eventually found out from my father that Dr Smitt had been very

impressed with his use of behavioral therapy and the way he had used it to

consolidate my homosexuality. He said that my father was quite right to assume

that I might not grow up to be a homosexual; indeed, by training and

conditioning me from a young age he had ensured that I would never become

heterosexual. He had thereby guaranteed that my sexual orientation would always

be homosexual in nature; and by having my teeth removed he had taken the

training and conditioning one stage further. Everyone knew that fellatio

performed by a toothless mouth was an experience never to be missed, so it was

highly unlikely that I would ever be asked to do anything other than suck cock.

It transpired that Dr Smitt had also said that, should my father

become bored with my new appearance and want a change, instead of giving me a stump, he could castrate me and either replace my testicles with prosthetic ones, or just leave me with an empty scrotum. He had success-fully carried out several similar procedures on boys my age, and older, and he felt sure that my father would find my empty scrotum very attractive. He said there was nothing quite like the feeling of rubbing the silky soft skin of a boy's empty scrotum between one's fingers. Furthermore, he had said, your son would no longer have the distraction of semen production or erections, and would therefore be able to devote his time to giving you long, leisurely fellatio sessions.

He had also suggested going even further and completely removing my

scrotum and testicles, leaving the area smooth, flat and hair free, with just my

small remodeled penis sticking out from my stomach.

Dr Smitt said that he had on several occasions sewn together the open

end of an amputated scrotum to keep the testicles inside; and then put the whole

thing in a glass jar full of formaldehyde so that the castrated boy could always

see what he was missing. Alternatively, he had said, why not pickle your son's

testicles; have his scrotum dried and made into a purse or treated and made into

a unique spectacle cleaner. Or have a wall plaque made with your son's stuffed

scrotum mounted on it. It seemed he had endless ideas and suggestions for my

amputated scrotums eventual use.

As a final thought, he suggested to my father that he consider having my

penis removed completely and then repositioning my scrotum so that it projected

from the front of my groin where my penis used to be. The urethra could easily

be internally re-routed so that it discharged behind the scrotum, although it

would mean that, to urinate, the scrotum would have to be lifted out of the way.

Just imagine your son standing in front of you, he'd said, with his hairless scrotum nestling at the top of his legs, just where his penis used to be! Dr Smitt did admit to my father that this is a very rare transformation because it is not easy to find a suitable subject.

Thank God my father was not considering anything like that for me.....

...was he?

[Authors note: (c) Copyright November, 2007. All rights reserved. Not to

be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please

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