Todd 3

By Pueros

For Bboy

Chapter 3 – Doctor Ching

(Bangkok, Thailand, July 2001)

Todd approached the reception desk and introduced himself quietly to the young Thai lady sat behind it. He was aware that all eyes within the waiting room were on him as he made his entrance. About four of the dozen waiting seemed to be locals, comprising two pretty but effeminate-looking teenage boys and two beautiful young women, all well-dressed and sitting in pairs. As soon as Todd saw them, he guessed correctly that all four worked in the sex industry. The foreigners consisted of two young white couples, apparently backpackers, and, sat apart, two middle-aged Caucasian men and an Oriental man and woman, both in their early thirties. All twelve enjoyed the sight of the young beauty who had entered and wondered what particular body modification he wanted. They were soon to find out.

“Ah, good, Todd,” declared the receptionist in good broken but loud English, “from New York but currently resident in London, here for penectomy appointment!” Todd’s face went bright red again and he knew from titters that everyone must have heard the declaration. “Can you keep your voice low, please,” pleaded the humiliated teen. Unfortunately the receptionist was one of those embarrassing and unabashed people whose voice was naturally loud and she simply replied, without any reduction in volume, “It is low! Now, please take seat as we have certain formalities to complete.” The shamed young American realised that he was not going to enjoy the next few minutes.

The receptionist gathered from her in-tray a file, with Todd’s full name emblazoned on the front in large black characters under the word ‘Penectomy’ in red lettering. She opened the file, which contained several documents. “I have copy of internet questionnaire you completed, thank you,” continued the receptionist, with the waiting room audience all eagerly tuning in to the conversation, “but I need now ask confirmation of some answers. You have opted for return of embalmed severed penis in special presentation box for extra $50, yes?” The deeply abashed young American nodded affirmatively. “Good, please then confirm box engraving. It says here ‘Statue of Liberty.’ That correct?” The red-faced teen repeated his nod. “Good, now balance of fee and some supplementary questions. 500 American dollars deposit paid, so $1550 due.”

The receptionist paused, obviously waiting for the money, so Todd handed her his credit card and the transaction was quickly completed. “Good, please now answer supplementary questions,” the young woman now announced, “ first confirmation not eaten in 48 hours or had drink in last 12 hours.” The teen whispered his verification, which the receptionist loudly paraphrased back at him and noted in the file. “Good,” she said, “now tell about recent toilets.” The embarrassed youth surmised what she meant and answered, gaining a similar humiliating repetition of his words. “Good,” the young woman proceeded, “now when last have sex and what type?” Todd’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he truthfully responded to find the receptionist noting and saying “Good, masturbated about midnight last night by young male.” However, the receptionist relentlessly pursued her interrogation by asking “Confirm you cum?”

Having entered all the responses in the file, the receptionist produced a document for Todd to sign. “Standard disclaimer, English version,” she advised, “whereby you agree that you have opted for penectomy of own free will, are of legal age under Thai law to do so and that we have no responsibility for your mental or physical wellbeing after penis removed and wound healed. Please read and sign. You keep top copy.” The receptionist handed the young American her pen. The teen looked briefly at the legal jargon and signed. The top copy was soon nestling in one of his pockets.

“Good,” the receptionist continued, pushing another piece of paper towards Todd, “this outline aftercare necessary to ensure remaining genitals heal well. As part of fee, you can return here daily for six days for further treatment and re-bandaging. Thereafter, unless something wrong, treatment cost $50 per time. We also give parcel of tablets, ointments and bandages for own treatment. Understand?” The embarrassed young American nodded.

“Good,” responded the young woman, to Todd’s annoyance for her regular use of the word in the circumstances was for some reason beginning to irritate him, “only one last thing then, standard questions to ask again at this time despite inclusion in internet questionnaire. You sure that you want penis chopped off? You appreciate and you consider all implications of act?” There was a brief pause as the young American confirmed in his own mind that he wished to proceed before he whispered “Yes!” “Sorry,” replied the receptionist, “didn’t hear. Could you speak up please. You want continue to have penis chopped off or not?” The humiliated teen was therefore forced to affirm more loudly. “Good, please take seat,” concluded the young woman, “Dr. Ching will see you shortly.”

As the still-blushing Todd stood up and turned round to select a chair on which to await his destiny, he noticed that the audience of twelve was smirking. It also now took the opportunity to view the beauty of the young American’s face and physical shape again, especially the clearly defined and understood outline on the front of his tight jeans. The teen sat on a chair that was remotest from the other waiting clients and looked out of the window at the passing throng. He was aware that the eyes of the others remained focused on him and presumed that he was the central subject of the chatter in which some now engaged. The hardness of his soon-to-be-lost cock intensified.

The other clients were not waiting for Dr. Ching for their needs would be satisfied by some of the proprietor’s staff. Todd was waiting for the Doctor to complete the testicular castration, without anaesthetic as requested, of a Frenchman in his early twenties whilst his older bdsm top watched through the operating theatre window. Meanwhile, some of the other clients had been led through the beaded entrance to the clinic’s innards and been replaced by new arrivals.

A young Thai female nurse in plain white uniform eventually emerged through the beads and the receptionist handed her a file. The nurse shouted out Todd’s full name, adding “for penectomy; please follow!” To more titters, including some from the newcomers, the crimson and now sweating young American stood up and approached the entrance. He was glad when he passed through the beads and was therefore invisible from the waiting room. The teen followed the delightful shape of the nurse’s bum as it advanced down a couple of corridors. He knew that he had reached the door of the operating theatre because he had just passed the overlooking window. It looked like any other hospital operating facility, its multifarious equipment and white tiles spotlessly clean and the whole room pervaded by the smell of clinical disinfectants.

Whilst the theatre in which Todd would lose his cock was as expected, Dr. Ching, who was to perform the deed and who now came forward to greet the latest client, was not for a beautiful Chinese woman in her late twenties walked towards the tremulous youth.

(To be continued in Chapter 4 – ‘Liberty Lost’)