Hi, I’m Tom Hudson and this is my story of how I was circumcised when I was 12. I was one of those kids lucky enough not to be circumcised by an OB/GYN when I was born. Like a Gynecologist (even when he’s a guy) knows ANYTHING about a guy’s parts down there. They work on WOMEN all day, for Christ’s sake!

Now that I’m away at college, away from my mother and her hold on me, I finally feel comfortable enough to write this. I’ve just turned 17, but time has not healed the wounds, especially that of my cock and missing foreskin.

About a month before I circumcised, Mom told me that she was taking me to the Doctor’s for a physical. She took me the Doc about every 6 months for a physical. She said I was getting too old to go to Dr. James anymore. She was taking me to a new doctor, Dr. Peterson, that Doc James recommended.

By then, it was mid-summer and had I been skinny-dipping with a bunch of the guys since the weather turned warm in mid-May. I started skinny-dipping with the guys when I was 10. At that time, given that we were all around the same age, none of us had started to mature yet. With all the time in the sun, my skin was deeply and evenly tanned, and my hair, lightened to a shade of honey-blond.

When I was circ’d, I had only recently started to enter puberty. I had also just learned about the pleasure of jackin’ off. I didn’t get to enjoy it for very long.

We would often take breaks and lie on the beach, naked, and enjoy the warmth of the sun. It was during these breaks that the we learned about jackin’ off, blow jobs, and later, anal sex. (We didn’t know anything about “gay” sex or being gay, one of the guys read about it somewhere and, being the horny guys we were, we just had to try it.)

By now, I’ve concluded that I’m gay. I can’t speak for most of the others, but a few of us still enjoy having sex together. And, straight or gay, the whole group still goes skinning-dipping together.

The morning of the appointment, I slipped on a white T-shirt, my cargo shorts, and new white trainers. I didn’t bother with my boxers; I was expecting to go skinny-dipping after the Doctor’s visit and didn’t see the need. As I was to later learn, that was a BIG MISTAKE.

When it came time, we left for the Doctor’s office. When we got there, the Doctor’s receptionist escorted Mom and I directly into the exam room. Doc Peterson greeted us as we walked in. He had me sit in the exam room while the two of them stepped into the Doc’s office.

After about 5 minutes in the office, they retuned to the room and Mom sat down in one of the chairs. I was still waiting for Mom to leave when the Doc told me to take off my clothes but leave my undershorts on. I gulped. I didn’t have any on and here was Mom sitting less than 6 feet away.

I looked at Doc, then Mom, and it was apparent I was to have little choice in the matter. Then again, they didn’t know I had nothing on under my cargos. I still didn’t understand why Mom wasn’t leaving the room. Dr. James always saw me in private; at least as far back as I can remember. Now, at 12, Mom would see me naked. The last time she saw me naked, I was about 5 I guess.

I lifted off my T then slipped off my sneaks. I paused, feeling my cheeks flushing, not wanting to be naked in front of my mother. I slowly lowered my cargos and felt more embarrassed as my bare crotch became visible. I stepped out of my cargos and stood complete nude in front of my mother, embarrassed as hell. I quickly put my hands in front of my naked crotch.

Doc started by taking my height and weight; then had me stand if front of the exam table and put my hands behind head, leaving my developing balls and small cock in full view, humiliating me further. He carefully looked me over, stopping occasionally to take notes. When he was finished looking me over, he took hold of my penis and gently slid my foreskin back, then let go. It slowly slid back over my cock. At first, I was afraid he was going to jerk me off right here in front of Mom and I was relieved when he didn’t. He then felt both balls and each cord going inside me from my balls.

For the rest of the exam, he had me get up on the exam table. At first, he had me sit on the table while he did most of the remaining exams. He left my hands free and I put them back over my crotch. I started to relax, thinking that the exam was almost over, and be I’d dressed and down to the swimming-hole before long.

Doc said there was one test left, the prostate exam. Since Dr. James had never given me one, I didn’t know what one was, but I was about to find out. For that, he had me get on the table on my hands and knees with my knees spread. I ended facing the corner away from Mom; my cock and balls hanging down and my ass-crack spread, all in full view for my mother to see.

I was so humiliated.

Doc gloved up, lubed the glove, and started easing his finger into my butt. At first, my ass-ring started to tighten up, but Doc told me to push out slightly and relax. As I did, his finger slipped in and I felt it probing inside. At first, it was a bit painful, but slowly the pain eased up. Doc stopped probing and started rubbing something inside me down there, apparently my prostate.

As he rubbed my prostate firmly, he picked up a specimen cup and held it under my limp cock. In a few minutes, I came, still limp, Doc’s finger stuck up my butt. All this while my mother watched, humiliating me that much further. Doc covered the cup and put it in the fridge.

I thought we were finished but Doc had me lie back down on the table and lifted my legs into the stirrups. “Aren’t we done now, Doc?” As I asked this, he started strapping my legs into the stirrups.

“No Tom. Your mother caught you masturbating and she’s 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.”

‘Caught me masturbating?’ When, I wondered. I figured it was just before she made the appointment the previous month.
I was horrified. I tried to get off the table but my legs were already strapped firmly to the stirrups.

As he strapped my chest and arms to the table, he continued, “I must tell you, Tom, that I don’t like doing circumcisions. But your mom’s so adamant that I was left little choice.” I gave up fighting against it; I knew he was right about Mom when she wanted things her own way.

When he was done strapping me in, he adjusted the headrest, giving me a clear view of my crotch while he cut my foreskin off (mutilate my cock was more like it). That done, he pulled over his tool cart and pulled out the tools he needed to maim my cock. (I didn’t know the names of the various different things on the cart then; I do now.)

He gloved up and quickly shaved off the small patch of pubic hair I had above my cock then swabbed the area with Bentadine. Next, he picked up some sort of small silver bell, slid my foreskin back, and placed it over the head of my cock. As I looked at the bell, I noticed the edge; it looked as sharp as a razor.

Doc slid my foreskin back over my cock head, as he did, the edge of the bell scraped my inner ‘skin, stinging like hell. With my ‘skin back in place, my cock looked almost normal, but for the tip of the bell sticking out over the tip of my cock and the slightly thicker bulge at the edge of my cock head.

With the bell in place, Doc picked up some sort of thin, hollow ring and placed it over a pair forceps. Doc then grabbed my foreskin with the forceps. He slipped the ring down my ‘skin ‘til it rested against the ridge formed by the edge of the bell. He used the forceps to pull my foreskin and some of my shaft skin past the ring. Each time he let go on the skin, the ring would keep the skin from slipping back down past the bell. When he was done, there was at least a half-inch of skin hanging past the end of my cock.

Doc slipped the ring over the bell and snapped it closed. Pain shot through the skin and I hissed out a deep breath as the sharp edge of the bell started cutting through my foreskin. I knew there was no going back, my ‘skin was slowly being cut off by the bell. Soon, my foreskin would be gone; my cock head exposed forever; my cock mutilated at my mother’s command.

Doc saw the pain in my face. He told me that the pain from the ring would quickly ease up. He was right. As the pain slowly eased, I knew the bell had finished cutting through my precious foreskin. It was mine no more; just a memory.

After what seemed like forever, but was more likely a few minutes, he picked up a scalpel and quickly ran it around cock just below the ring. More pain shot through me. As he finished, the foreskin, with the bell and ring still attached, fell to the table below.

Doc picked up a suture and started to close the edges where the skin had been cut away. As he did, my cock felt as if it was being stung by bees each time he inserted the needle. He was quickly finished, his work complete.

I thought my ordeal was over… then I watched as he picked up the dead, useless skin of the table and threw it into a bucket marked “medical waste.” It was no longer mine, just ‘waste.’ It was all I could do to keep from crying.

He released the straps and I rested there, not moving. I was exhausted. After a few minutes, I slowly got off the table and got dressed.
When I was dressed, he talked to Mom and I about taking care of my cock while it healed. He told his Mom to keep my genitals dry while I was in the shower by placing a plastic bag over my genitals and she should assist me in showering.

She was to change my bandages nightly and shave my crotch each night before she assisted him with his the shower. He told Mom to set up an appointment the following week to insure that he I healing well.
I 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!”

Mom promptly shot back, “Most boys don’t play with themselves down there, either. I saw you do it. I won’t have you playing with yourself anymore. You lost your right to 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 me 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 I’d be in for more of the same when we got home.

Well, as soon as were home, she started in. “I told you at the Doctor’s office that you lost your right privacy. Take your shorts off NOW! I want to be able to make sure you’re not playing with it. And if I ever catching you playing with it, I’ll have it taken clean off.”

“What?” I was appalled. “You want me naked in the house?”

“No, you can wear a shirt, socks, and sneakers in the house. When company comes, then, if I allow it, you can put shorts or pants on, but when they leave, off they come!” God, I was even more appalled at the possibility of being naked in front of company.

”Oh, by the way, I’m having someone come over to remove your bedroom door in a couple of weeks since you don’t need it any more.”

My face must have shown my sense of frustration, humiliation, and despair; and she was enjoying every minute of my suffering. She was treating me like a five or six year-old and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

“Don’t look at me like that. You did this to yourself. Now go to your room and take your shorts off. Then take ALL of your undershorts and put them out in the trash!”

I went to my room, took off my shorts in a daze. Then I slowly open the drawer my undershorts were in. I looked over my collection, depressed at the thought of throwing them all out. I hid those I couldn’t part with in the attic; then I threw out those that I could.

Mom had me take them out to the outside trash without allowing me to put my shorts back on. I didn’t even argue. She’d won and she knew it. I couldn’t fight her anymore. I went out to the trash, knowing that any neighbors could see me with no shorts on. How would I explain it to them?

I’d just come in from the trash when she announced it was bath time. I got undressed and went to the bathroom. Mom was waiting for me. She had me stand in the tub while she filled it with about a foot of tepid water. I’d always enjoyed a long hot shower, but it wouldn’t be until I was over 16 that I would enjoy one again. I stood there while she bathed me, even carefully washing my genitals. She had me grab my ankles while she washed my butt. I was beyond humiliation, my butt in the air in front of my mother as she washed it. She would continue to bath me until I was about to graduate from High School.

She let me get dressed. I knew better then to put my shorts on. I went to the living room and put the TV on to watch the baseball.
When the game was over, I went to bed, naked, the bedroom door open, and quickly fell asleep; I was exhausted, my mind was exhausted.