My Patients and I - Part 1 - Intro

This is the start of a new series, written in the first hand. Some of the stories will be written just from the Doctor’s view; others will include the patients view.

This set of stories draws from various works, including “An All-Around Improvement,” “Reverence,” and “IRC Story.” Others come from original inspiration and in some cases, a combination of numerous stories. I have read so many good stories on the Archives over the years that it is impossible to identify which parts of my stories in this series come from myself or from other stories.

That said, I want to thank all of the authors for all of the great stories that I have that read and enjoyed over the years, going back to the original Archives.

This is the doctor’s introduction. He is drawn and expanded from the doctor in “An All-Around Improvement” with a more fully developed background. There are also departures in the doctor’s personality from that of the original.

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I‘ve been a doctor for roughly 10 years. I specialize in adolescent and young adult male medicine. In college, I chose this line of medicine because I had an Army medical scholarship. In exchange for the scholarship, I was required to serve four years in the Army Medical Corps upon completion of my residency. Not surprisingly, the army required certain sub-specialties, including urology.

My choice of medical practice had started to develop in high school and college. It was there that I found that I was somewhat drawn to female classmates, but I was also drawn to male classmates. I found myself more drawn to men because I found it easier to connect with them.

I had dated a few girls throughout out high school, but nothing ever went anywhere. On the other hand, in my senior year at high school, I ended up going to a few drinking parties with friends and waking up in a guy’s bed the next morning, naked. At the time, I just passed it off to adolescent antics. In college, the antics continued, often with a lot less alcohol, though I was still somewhat drawn to women. Overall, I ‘d have to say that I prefer the companionship of men somewhat more then the companionship of women.

The Army really isn’t my kind of life, and I only remained for those fours years, but there’s one thing to be said for it. If you enjoy performing circumcisions, you get your chance to keep in practice there. There’s always someone being posted to the tropics, or having some little problem with a tight foreskin, and I often found it quite surprisingly easy to persuade them that what they needed was that little bit of skin removed by my own highly skilled hand.

There were always circumcised according to Medical Corps regulations. They always got the best treatment. After all, if you’re going to get a reputation for the circumcisions you perform, it ought to be a good one, and I took great care over all of them. They all had an anesthetic injected carefully into the skin. They all had the cut ends lined up neatly, the fraenum carefully preserved. The fraenum is the little bridge of skin just under the opening, the meatus as we call it. It’s quite sensitive and most guys ask to keep it. Mostly I let them. Anyway they all healed up looking smooth and neat.

I think that’s where I developed a taste for the whole idea. Of course at medical school they had decided that circumcision was no longer proper medical practice (unless medically indicated - Male Genital Mutilation, some call it), but I’ve found that the practice I got in the Army has stood me in good stead.

Upon leaving the Army, I establish a practice at a suburban medical clinic, continuing with the specialties that I had first established while at medical school and in residency. My predecessor had was retiring and had allowed my to purchase his practice. Now, when they started puberty, nearly always 11 or 12, but a few as old as 14, their pediatrician would now refer the boys to me.

About 3 months after starting my practice, a mother brought her 12 year-old son, Tom, in. Tom’s parents had divorced about six months before, amicably, but primary custody went to his mother. I checked the notes from his pediatrician; his last physical had been just before the divorce. In reviewing the notes, I found that he had been in excellent health, with no medical problems or issues indicated.

The notes did show that the mother had wanted the boy circumcised; the father had been opposed. She was here again to have the Tom circumcised; this time his father was not here to oppose it. She told me that she had found him masturbating and she wanted it stopped permanently. She was very insistent that his foreskin be completely removed.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I don’t approve of the sort of wholesale slaughter of the innocent that had happened in the States, but it has diminished over the last decade. I do circumcise babies; of course, from time to time, but only if the parents are really insistent. Since fewer of them are these days, that’s all to the good.

Now mind you, for me, cutting a baby is OK when necessary, but the real thrill is circumcising an adolescent, and because there are fewer babies done, it means there are more teenagers around to play with. And that is really nice.

But I have to say that I began to feel that I was not getting all the pleasure that I might’ve from the operation. About a month before Tom’s mother brought him in, I read an article in an American magazine. It was about some of the customs of the Arabs and of the slaves they took from the African tribes. Now I don’t know how true it all was, but it was obvious that the writer was as turned on by the idea of primitive circumcisions as I was.

It was terrific, and I began to think that perhaps I wasn’t being very ambitious with the foreskins that came under my knife. Because of the request from Tom’s mother that the foreskin be completely excised, and since I was I no longer bound by Army regulations, I decided to take a different approach when performing circumcisions.

Part of the interest is in persuading their parents.

I tell them how much cleaner, and how much better the penis looks. I warn the about dirt behind tight foreskins and penile cancer. I talk about irritations and ulcers and all the other “medical” reasons. But what I don’t say is that they are all so much nonsense. Doctors, especially me, we circumcise because we enjoy it.

And so, since I left the Army, I have had the privilege and pleasure of taking my scalpel to some thirty-five or forty healthy teenagers’ foreskins. Now though, they only got the anesthetic when the parents insist. After discussing the dangers of anesthetics, few did.

The teenagers went under my scalpel for several reasons: Some; because the parents agreed with the health reasons I presented; some because they had been caught masturbating by their mothers; some because their parents caught them masturbating, in violation of their religious values; and finally, some for the purported aesthetics.

I most enjoyed circumcising 15, 16, and 17 year-olds. They’re minors, so the fate of their foreskins is not theirs to control, but the parents. They’re already masturbating, many for several years, enjoying the intense pleasure that masturbating gave them as the foreskin glides smoothly over the glans. Now, my scalpel would take that from them, and they knew that the incredible feeling it gave them would never be quite the same again. The best of it was that, in some way, I was taking part of their manhood, and both the boy and I knew it.

After the parents sign the consent forms, I often have them sit across from the exam/procedure table. I then have the young man undress completely, next to the table facing their parents. This just adds to the indignity of the whole process. For many, it was the first time that they have been naked in front of their mother since childhood.

Once naked, I have them lie down on the exam table with their feet in the stirrups. I strap their feet in, then, spread the stirrups as wide as I can without causing pain.

Once the boy way ready, I would perform the operation based on the parents’ or the patient’s request. The parents, particularly if it was just the boy’s mother, would often request that the circumcision be high and tight, so I usually made sure that the circumcisions were always tight enough that even when completely flaccid, the shaft skin would be tight. Of course, after they had healed, they would find it difficult to masturbate; but then, hasn’t that always been the point - to prevent boys from masturbating?

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Now that you’ve met me, I’ll follow-up with the different procedures that I provided to my patient at the patient’s request of the of the patient’s parents.

So, follow along and enjoy my exploits.