My Patients And I - Part 02a - Thomas

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.

Please read Part One if you want to learn my background. To those who have read Part One, welcome back.

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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 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, amicably, and 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.

I had Tom sit in one of the Exam Room chairs while I had his mother step into my office. I discussed Tom’s circumcision with her and she remained adamant. I asked her about using anesthesia; she was vehemently opposed to its use; she wanted this to be punishment, to remind him of the results of his masturbating.

She also wanted to watch the procedure; I thought about it for quite a bit, thinking mostly about Tom’s reactions and what the dynamics of it would be, then I agreed. I had her sign the consent papers then I certified that it was medically necessary.

Tom was about 4’10, 82 pounds, dark honey-blond hair, dark brown eyes, and a skin-tone that told me he enjoyed playing in the sun. He had that adorable look that many boys have as they enter adolescence.

I also decided that since was this first visit with me that I would give a routine physical. I had Tom stand in front of the exam table and remove his shirt, sneakers, socks, and his pants. When it came time to lower his pants, he flushed with embarrassment. He paused for a moment, then lowered his pants. As he lowered them, he flushed some more. As they came down, I noticed that he was not wearing any underwear, and this in front of his mother.

Normally I don’t have a boy lower his shorts through most of the tests, only lowing them long enough for the tests that required it. No such luck for Tom that day. Here he was standing in front of the exam table, naked as the day he was born, totally mortified, his mother not more than six feet away. It would only get worse for the boy.

I had him place his hands behind his head, then started the exam. I looked him over thoroughly, in particular, taking note of any moles. His skin-tone I was the same overall, including his crotch. It was apparent that Tom had spent most of his outdoor time nude, probably skinny-dipping with friends. What would his friends say the next time they were all skinny-dipping together?

As I scanned his body, I noted that his underarms were hairless, and the only crotch hair was a small patch above his penis. His testes had started to mature, but his penis had not started growing. His foreskin hung loosely over and completely covering his glans, forming a small opening at the tip. I gripped the foreskin lightly and it slid easily over the glans, sliding back when released.

Pity him; he would not have it much longer. I gently felt each testes and cord, both felt fine. As I continued, I had him bend over, and inspected his butt. I was tight and smooth. I had him reach for his toes; he did it easily.

I then had him sit on the edge of the table while I conducted the most of the remaining of tests. That left the prostate exam; I had him get up on the exam table on his hands and knees with his knees spread. I gloved up and eased my finger into his butt; he started to tighten up, I told him to push out; my finger finally slipped in. I gently felt his prostate; it was firm and healthy.

I picked up a sample cup and put it over the end of Tom’s penis and started massaging his prostate to draw a sperm sample; it would be tested later. His penis remained flaccid but I could tell that he was quickly reaching orgasm. He started to ejaculate in about 3 minutes, remaining flaccid the entire time. I capped the sample and placed it the refrigerator.

This would be Tom’s last ejaculation with his foreskin still intact, but the orgasm was mechanical, not pleasurable; and not under his control. Soon, he would be intact no longer. I stripped the gloves and disposed of them.

With the tests completed, I had Tom lie on back on the exam table with his legs in the stirrups. He looked up at me and asked “Aren’t we done now, Doc?”

As I strapped his into the stirrups, I explained. “No Tom. Your mother caught you masturbating and she adamant that you be circumcised. I agreed. If I didn’t, your mom would’ve taken you to another doctor, and it would’ve been worse for you.” When I told him that he was about to be circumcised, a look of terror flashed across his face, followed by a look of abject resignation.

“I must tell you, Tom, that I don’t like doing circumcisions. But your mom was so adamant that I was left little choice,” I smoothly lied; he had to know way to know otherwise.

I strapped his arms and chest to the table, then adjusted the headrest so that he could see his crotch clearly.

Once he was secured to the table, I pulled the equipment cart over beside the exam table and pulled out what I would need: scalpels, forceps, the finest set of curved needle sutures I had, and my set “silver bells” that I had been using since my Army days to insure a nice, clean, smooth, even cut.

I gloved up and was ready to start. I quickly shaved off the small patch of pubic hair that was above his penis and sponged the area with Bentadine.

I reviewed the “silver bells” arrayed before me, the sharp edge of each glinting in the light. I picked up a bell and its clamping ring, slid Tom’s foreskin back, and placed the bell over his penis; if fit loosely, the edge landing slightly past the corona insuring that the circumcision would be “high and tight.” I returned his foreskin to its original position.

Tom wincing as it slid over the sharp edge of the bell. I picked up a pair of forceps, slipped the clamping ring onto them, then gripped his foreskin and pulled it forward about a half-inch, insuring complete removal of the foreskin and of some of the shaft skin as well. I then slipped the clamping ring over the edge of the bell and closed it against the bell. Tom hissed though clenched teeth as I did so. I told him that the pain from the ring would quickly ease up.

I didn’t tell him about the scalpels.

I waited several minutes for the bell to cut through the inner lining of the foreskin. When I was sure that the bell had finished its work, I picked up a scalpel and started to excise the boy’s foreskin. He had a look of terror knowing what he was about to loose.

I followed the ring and circled his shaft; the skin was quickly excised. As I cut the skin away, Tom drew a deep breath and his fingers and toes curled up from the pain. The bell, the ring, and the skin promptly fell away. I picked a suture and started to close up the cut edges. Once the edges had closed there would be no scar visible.

The edges were quickly joined. I rubbed antibiotic over the edges then wrapped the area in gauze. His ordeal was almost over. Tom watched as I picked up the now useless skin, removed the bell and ring and from the skin and placed them in alcohol. I then picked up the skin and put it into the “medical waste” bin, Bringing a few tear to his eyes.

I knew that from now he would find it difficult to masturbate, possibly even to gain erection without pain.

I let Tom lie on the table for a couple of minutes so that he could regain his composure and strength, then released the straps still holding him to the table. He lay there quietly for a bit before getting up and redressing slowly. Once he was dressed, I discussed aftercare wit the two of them.

I told his mother to keep his genitals dry while he was in the shower by placing a plastic bag over his genitals and she should assist him in showering. She was to change his bandages nightly and shave his crotch each night before she assisted him in the shower. I told her to set up an appointment the following week to insure that he was healing up well.

Tom was mortified. “Can’t I do it on my own? Until today, Mum hasn’t seen naked since I was 5 or 6. This was bad enough! Boys my age don’t get bathed by their mothers!”

Tom’s mother promptly shot back, “Most boys don’t play with themselves down there, either.” I had to squelch a grin as she said this; I knew better. “I saw you do it. I won’t allow you to do that. You lost your right privacy with your vile and disgusting behavior. From now on, your bedroom door stays open and when you’re in the bathroom, that door stays open.”

She continued, not letting the boy get a word in edge-wise. “And since you didn’t see fit to wear underwear today, no more underwear. And for that matter, no more nightclothes after you’ve showered for the night, either. End of discussion. For now!” I knew he would be in for a further earful when they got home.

I had remained erect from the time he dropped his pants revealing his naked crotch, directly in front of his mother, deeply embarrassing him. Erect from the power I had over the control of this boy’s genitals and his mother’s imposition of her control over his sexual center and his loss of privacy.

I should have felt pity for him, undergoing as he did, the ordeal of being circumcised as he was, tightly and without anesthesia.

I didn’t.

What I felt was the power that comes from the having control over the genitals of another male. A power that is intoxicating; addictive. It is a power that I knew that I would have to pursue in the future.

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Part 2b, Tom’s view will be posted sometime in the future.