Bryan's Story, Part 3

Bryan rolled out of bed early the next morning still feeling euphoric about his experiences the day before. Even though he was positive he wasn’t going to back out of the surgery, Bryan resisted the impulse to masturbate as soon as he awoke. He found a long cold shower did manage to make his erection disappear. He was just toweling his hair dry when there was a knock on the door. Pulling on the light gauze robe provided by the clinic, Bryan hurried to the door as he fumbled to tie the belt around his waist. Opening the door, he found Sam standing in the hall, an old-fashioned doctor’s bag in his hand.

“Sorry to bother you so early,” Sam said, after Bryan invited him inside. “But, I needed to get a blood sample from you before you had breakfast. You haven’t eaten yet – have you?”

Bryan assured Sam that he had just finished showering and hadn’t had a chance to get anything to eat yet. Relieved, Sam suggested Bryan take a seat on the sofa, wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his patient’s arm and got a new reading, before tapping a vein in Bryan’s arm and drawing blood. As he was bending over, Bryan noticed the ID card clipped to the pocket of Sam’s scrub top. He couldn’t help staring at it –the picture was so different from the way Sam looked that at first Bryan thought the intern had picked up someone else’s ID card by mistake. In the picture, Sam had masses of longish dark brown hair styled in a loose, casual style that made him look a little like Hugh Grant. He couldn’t help staring from the picture to Sam’s face and back again so much that Sam noticed.

“I guess I really should get a new ID card made,” Sam chuckled. “Pretty big difference, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Bryan agreed.

Sam self-consciously ran a hand over his cropped and bleached hair, “Even I’m still getting used to the new me,” he laughed.

“Why’d you make such a drastic change?” Bryan asked. “I mean, it really looks good on you.”

“Dunno – haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to make a big change in the way you look?” Bryan nodded. “Well, same for me. I pretty much wore my hair like that picture for as long as I can remember. Every time I thought about changing my style, I got to thinking about what my friends might say and never tried anything new.”

“So, what made you change your mind?”

“Being here,” Sam said simply, labeling the test tube with Bryan’s blood sample. “I was going to be away from everyone I knew for a long time. I decided to go ahead and try something different – I figured if I didn’t like it, no one back home ever needed to know.”

“Smart idea,” Bryan said.

Sam gave Bryan’s arm a pat as he stood up, “Well, unless something very unexpected shows up in your lab tests, and I don’t see why it should, everything’s a go for tomorrow.” Sam snapped his satchel closed. “I’ll be back here tonight about seven to get you prepped and give you something to help you relax and sleep.” He held up a hand as Bryan started to open his mouth. “I know, I know – you don’t think you’ll need it. Believe me, you will – most patients find it hard to sleep the night before their surgery. We find things go better for them during recovery if they go into surgery relaxed and well-rested.”

After Sam was gone, Bryan returned to his bedroom to get dressed. He was in the middle of brushing his hair when he stopped and stared at his reflection remembering what Sam had said. He’d often thought about trying a style different from his usual preppy, middle of the road style. He never did, though – and pretty much for the same reasons Sam had given. He didn’t know what reactions even a small change would elicit. At school, Bryan liked being just a face in the crowd – nothing about him really made him stand out from the other students. He didn’t brag about his grades. Although he dressed fashionably – in a preppy style – his clothes never called attention to him or singled him out from the others.

His best friend Aaron, on the other hand, was almost always the center of attention. His clothes were bright and always on the cutting edge of fashion – mostly expensive surfer and skater styles, but still the latest fashion. Aaron never hesitated to change his hair style dramatically and seemed to thrive on the attention a new style got him. Bryan remembered the time Aaron had showed up to school with his hair parted in the middle and dyed in the school colors or scarlet and purple. Bryan would have been mortified to even show up at school like that. Aaron seemed to draw energy from the attention he got following that stunt. Bryan shook his head ruefully and finished brushing his hair before wandering down to the lobby.

There were several small gift shops in the lobby and Bryan thought he’d send Kev a little card or maybe flowers for when he woke up. Drifting along the displays, Bryan wished he knew more about Kev and Simon – it would be easier to find something they would appreciate. He wandered from shop to shop aimlessly, nothing really striking his interest. Coming out of the third shop, he stopped and found himself facing the salon. He stared in the window for several minutes, chewing his lower lip. He was just about to turn when he heard a familiar voice call his name. Turning, he saw Simon coming out of the shop next door.

“Hiya mate,” Simon said, coming over to him.

“Hi, how’s Kev?”

“He’s in the surgery now,” Simon replied. “The doc told me to check in on him around two this afternoon. He should be awake by then.” He looked from Bryan to the salon and back again. “Thinking about making a change?”

“Thought I might,” Bryan admitted. “But, I don’t think I will.”

“Oh go on,” Simon urged, a devilish smile playing across his lips. “You should try a new do for the new you,” he joked. “Be a little daring>”

“Maybe, I have to think about it,” Bryan stalled.

Before Bryan knew what was happening, Simon had a hand on each shoulder and was propelling him into the salon, “No thinking about it – just grab the bull by the balls and do it.” He glanced around the waiting room and saw a stack of style books, guiding Bryan over to the chairs in the corner. “C’mon, you grab a book and I’ll take one – we’ll find something to make you look cool – and even hotter than you already look.”

The grin Simon flashed was infectious. Bryan grinned back and soon found himself turning the pages of a style book. Nothing really grabbed his attention. They were all great looking – on the fashion models in the book, but Bryan couldn’t imagine himself wearing one of those styles. Suddenly, Simon let out a long appreciative whistle and held the book he was going through up next to Bryan’s face.

“I found the perfect one for you,” Simon crowed proudly. “It’s a versatile style – you can be as preppy and conservative as you want and still have a wild side to display when you want.

Dubiously, Bryan took the book from Simon’s hands and examined the pages. He found himself surprised and intrigued. The model looked so much like Bryan that he could have easily passed as a close cousin, or maybe even a brother. The double spread showed a before picture and over a dozen after pictures of the model wearing a low and tight fade style. The top was long enough to comb over or even gel and slick down. But, it was cut in such a way that the top could be brushed forward and up to create a bumper at the front, or just left spiky. The more Bryan looked at the picture, the more he liked it.

The next thing Bryan knew, he found himself in a salon chair with a cape around his neck and Simon standing by his side directing the stylist. A little over an hour later, Bryan was walking out of the salon in a daze sporting the shortest haircut he’d ever had. He ran the palm of his hand up the back of his head, marveling at the way the short buzzed hair felt. He kept glancing at his reflection in shop windows and always finding himself surprised at the way he looked – Simon had insisted the stylist add some very natural-looking coppery highlights and keep the style casual. The stylist had certainly done that – his hair was very casually brushed forward and slightly to the side, with his bangs pushed up a little in the front.

“Bonzer!” Simon exclaimed, seeing Bryan in the bright lights of the lobby. “Now, for some new clothes – c’mon, you’re getting a whole makeover, no arguments.”

Simon steered him into a clothing shop, helping him pick out a couple of pairs of new shorts – one in khaki and one in a moss brown. Both were shorter than Bryan had ever imagined himself wearing – Simon claimed they were very popular in Australia. Simon hunted around and found two long-sleeved shirts that complimented the new shorts and a couple of tank tops. Bryan spent more than he would have liked, but found himself excited by the prospect of trying something so totally out of character for himself. Simon insisted Bryan use the dressing room to change into his new clothes before they even left the shop.

Stepping from the dressing room, Bryan felt self-conscious – as short as the shorts had looked, they appeared even shorter once he had them on. His swimming trunks covered more of his legs than the new shorts did. Seeing him, Simon whistled in appreciation and gave Bryan a lewd wink. Simon insisted on taking Bryan to lunch at the beach-front restaurant.

Walking through the restaurant to the deck, Bryan noticed several patrons – male and female – turn to give him approving glances. As they took their seats at their beach side table, Simon took great delight in pointing out how many people had been checking Bryan out, laughing at the pink flush that showed in Bryan’s cheeks.

“Get used to people staring at you, mate,” Simon said. “You’re pretty hot to start with – only problem is no one ever really noticed before. With your new look, they can’t help noticing you.” He leaned close over the table. “And, you know what? They like what they see – not that I can blame them.”

Simon lingered over his appetizer, giving passersby on the beach and other diners more than ample opportunity to turn and send appraising looks in Bryan’s direction. As he stuffed whole stuffed mushrooms in his mouth, he watched Bryan gradually grow more comfortable with the stares of strangers who clearly liked what they saw. By the time their lunch was over, Bryan was no longer blushing – but he retained an endearingly shy quality that made him even more appealing.

As they slowly wandered back to the lobby, Bryan suddenly remembered he had been looking for a small gift for Kev and asked Simon what he would appreciate. Simon considered the question for a moment and then brightened.

“Kev’s nuts about dolphins,” Simon said. “He’d love anything with a dolphin.”

And so, the two of them invaded the gift shops, browsing the aisles and display counters. Bryan found a dolphin stature – but was forced to abandon it when he discovered the price was almost five-hundred dollars. Most of the other dolphin themed gifts were either equally expensive, or just plain trashy. He was just about to give up all hope of finding something just right when a glint of something silver caught his eye. Looking in the direction of the glitter, Bryan felt his chest go tight with excitement – hanging almost hidden among pukka shell necklaces was a simple silver chain – and attached to the chain was a beautiful little silver dolphin. Checking the price, he was delighted to find it was well within his price range. He had his wallet out in a flash and excitedly asked the clerk to gift wrap the necklace for him.

He and Simon found Kev in the recovery area looking pretty washed out. He smiled wanly when he saw the two of them peek around the curtain. Bryan shyly handed him the little gift box, and watched Kev’s face brighten when he discovered the necklace nestled inside.

“How’re you feeling?” Simon asked, taking Kev’s hand in his own.

“Like a truck hit me in the gonads,” Kev joked. He looked over at Bryan and explained, “I’m a big wimp when it comes to pain, and I faint at the sight of blood …”

“And he’s terrified of needles,” Simon interrupted.

“So true,” Kev grinned. “Anyway, I asked for a general anesthetic. I figured that would take care of all the pain. I didn’t feel anything during the operation – and it wasn’t too bad right after I woke up, but now. Wow! It’s not real bad, but …, well – it’s like the start of a toothache …like a dull throb that promises to be a real bitch-kitty later on.”

“I’m sure the nurse will be here soon with some pain killers for you,” Bryan said, his eyes sympathetic and his face pale.

“Hey – don’t go getting scared just ‘cuz I’m a wimp,” Kev assured him. “It’s not like a white hot unbearable pain. I had more pain after getting my wisdom teeth out and I was gassed for that one, too.”

“No, no – it’s okay, I promise,” Bryan assured him. “I mean – it only stands to reason any operation is going to hurt a little for a while. Only …”

“Only, until now you never thought about it,” Kev finished with a rueful chuckle. “Believe me, neither did I. Until a little while ago, I always kinda thought I’d wake up and be ready to frolic around on the beach about an hour later.”

“Yeah, me too,” Bryan admitted.

Kev reached out and touched Bryan’s hair, “Well, don’t you look different! You were a cutie before – but now, all I can say is fantastic!” He waved Bryan back away from the bed. “Move back a little – lemme see all of you. Go on, don’t just stand there blushing – step back.” Grinning bashfully, Bryan stepped away from the bed and awkwardly turned in a circle when Kev twirled his finger in the air. Kev grinned lasciviously at the sight of Bryan’s new outfit. “And what fairy godmother took our innocent young friend and turned him into such a hottie?”

Bryan laughed, self-consciously, “Simon suggested the changes.”

“Ah – a fairy godfather, then,” Kev laughed.

“I cannot tell a lie,” Simon said, bowing comically. “I found Bryan standing outside the salon in confusion and took waved my magic wand … and you can see the end results.”

“Can I ever!” Kev said, admiringly. “He looks like a Christmas sweet just waiting to be unwrapped – and I’ll bet he’s even more delicious.”

“And not fattening, either,” Simon shot back.

Simon watched the color starting to come back into Bryan’s face as he relaxed while chatting with Kev. The two of them stayed by Kev’s side until a short, formidable Mexican nurse ushered them from the cubicle, insisting the patient needed to rest after she changed his dressings. Checking his watch, Bryan realized it was already after four o’clock and that Sam would be returning to get him prepared in just about two hours.

He had just returned to his suite after leaving Simon when there was a knock on his door. He barely had the door open when Sam pushed a large cart into the room. Pausing to take a long look at the dramatic change in Bryan’s appearance since earlier in the morning, Sam added his compliments to the long list of compliments Bryan had received all afternoon.

Leading the way into the bedroom, Sam immediately went to work stripping the sheets from Bryan'’ hospital bed and replacing them with a rubber sheet. He politely declined Bryan’s offer of help, instead asking him to strip down and climb up on the bed as soon as he was done. Sam removed a covered tray from the cart and sat it on the bedside table before pushing the cart into the bathroom. Bryan heard the sound of water running and then Sam returned drying his hands on a small towel.

As he used the remote control to lift the bed higher and then raise the head of the bed, Sam explained that Bryan had nothing to worry about. He carefully folded back the white cloth cover on the tray and revealed a set of rechargeable electric clippers.

“Okay, if you’ll just place your hands behind your head, we can get started with your underarms,” Sam said gently, pulling on latex gloves.

“My underarms?”

“Doctor Javier insists on everything from the neck down being shaved before surgery,” Sam explained, gently lifting Bryan’s right arm. “Until the stitches come out, you’ll be getting sponge baths – and it’s easier to keep smooth skin bacteria free.”

Bryan slowly lifted his arms, placing his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers. Leaning over, Sam turned the clippers on and went to work shaving away the dense growth of hair in Bryan’s armpit. Bryan found the vibration of the clippers tickled his arm pit and had to fight the urge to twitch or pull his body away. It was only a couple of minutes before Sam was moving around the bed and working on the other arm pit.

While Sam was busy denuding Bryan’s arm pits, Bryan could feel the familiar swell in his groin as his cock slowly filled, growing slightly thicker as it languidly lengthened. By the time Sam has finished clipping the hair from Bryan’s left arm pit, his cock was beginning to rise away from his body. He was already beginning to leak precum when Sam ran his fingers through his thatch of pubic hair.

“Well, well,” Sam said jokingly. “It looks like someone is standing up to get some attention.” Bryan smiled weakly, unable to meet Sam’s eyes. “Hey, it’s not a problem,” Sam said, laying a reassuring hand on Bryan’s belly. “Everyone gets an erection when they’re prepped for surgery. It’s the most normal thing in the world.” He leaned closer, hi gentle British accent dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “The truth is, I find it easier to shave down here when the patient is erect.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” Sam said with conviction. “When it’s erect, your penis stays out of the way – plus, it makes a convenient handle for when I have to move it to one side or the other while shaving you.” Sam went to work with the clippers, buzzing away the thick growth of hair between Bryan’s legs. He began speaking conversationally, “You know, a lot of people – guys, too and not just women – often trim their pubic patches. I’ve seen everything from just a neatening up of the pubes, to actual designs shaved into them.”

“You’re kidding!” Bryan said, in disbelief.

“Not at all,” Sam protested. “I’ve seen bushes that were heart-shaped pubic, triangular-shaped, a couple of squares, and even a pubic Mohawk.” He held his hand up as if taking an oath. “I swear – this one bloke had a neat one-inch wide line going from his penis towards his navel. It looked just like a Mohawk!” By the time he related the Mohawk incident, Sam had buzzed Bryan’s pubic hair to stubble and was working on his scrotum. He held the tender skin of the scrotum taut as he lightly ran the clippers over it. He stopped talking as he took his time, concentrating on his work. At last, he turned the clippers off and set them down. Patting Bryan’s leg, Sam promised to be right back and strolled into the bathroom. Bryan could hear him moving around in there, but had no idea what he was doing.

Sam finally returned, carrying several steaming towels, “Let me know if they’re too hot for you.” Sam opened the first towel and gently draped it across Bryan’s chest, taking care to cover both his arm pits. Bryan had tensed in anticipation of the towel being scalding hot, but it wasn’t. Within minutes, Bryan’s whole body was wrapped in hot, damp towels. Even his arms down to his fingertips were covered. Only his erect penis poked out of the coverings.

After waiting a few moments, Sam began to remove the towels covering Bryan’s chest and belly, and dropping them on the cart. He squirted a heavy oil over Bryan’s chest and began slowly massaging the oil into his chest.

“Vitamin E oil,” Sam explained, working his oily fingers up Bryan’s neck and around his face. “It will soften the remaining body hair and stubble – and the massage will help you relax.”

Sam worked his fingers expertly back down Bryan’s neck towards his throat. The massage did feel good to Bryan, but he wasn't sure about it relaxing him. As Sam’s strong hands kneaded his chest and shoulders, he could feel his penis twitching and jerking. Sam seemed not to notice as he massaged his way down Bryan’s torso. Bryan was finding himself feeling calm and almost sleepy as Sam performed the massage.

Sam skipped Bryan’s groin and began working his way up each of the patient’s legs. Reaching Bryan’s thighs, Sam again skipped Bryan’s groin, going to work on each of his arms. At last the massage was over and Bryan found himself once again swaddled in more hot towels. As the first towels cooled, Sam pulled them away and began spreading shaving crème over Bryan’s chest. In moments, his chest and belly were covered in a layer of foam.

Even though most of his torso was smooth, Sam went to work with the surgical prep razors right at his collar bone and began removing the foam, leaving smooth, pink skin in its wake. He slowly shaved each of Bryan’s arm pits before moving back to his belly. Once again, Sam skipped Bryan’s groin and went to work on his legs instead. Bryan found that his skin tingled strangely where it had been shaved smooth – it was almost as if his skin was more sensitive than it was before.

Finally, Bryan’s body down to his toes and fingertips had been shaved smooth and Sam turned his attention to his patient’s groin. Sam did take Bryan’s penis in his left hand as he shaved around it. Bryan tried very hard to remain absolutely motionless, resisting the impulse to grind his hips against the rubber sheet. His breath began growing ragged as his excitement grew. He prayed he wouldn’t ejaculate all over Sam as he was being shaved. Sam turned his attention to Bryan’s balls, pulling the skin of his scrotum tight before guiding a fresh surgical prep razor over the scrotum.

Somehow, Bryan managed to maintain control of himself – even though it felt as if his cock might actually explode. He did wriggle around as Bryan wiped the last traces of foam from his body with a cool cloth. At last, Sam cleaned up the cart and turned back to Bryan. He lightly ran his fingertips over Bryan’s freshly denuded skin checking to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. By that time, Bryan’s penis was leaking copiously. A steady stream of fluid was dripping down the underside of his penis, over his smooth ball sac, and forming a puddle on the rubber sheet beneath him.

Sam slid his index finger up the underside of Bryan’s penis and tickled the frenum, “Looks like something needs to be done to bring you some relief.” Sam let his finger slowly slide down Bryan’s penis and back up again. “Perhaps I should let you have some privacy, so you can take matters in hand – so to speak.” His slick index finger traced a lazy circle around the purplish head of Bryan’s dick, making it twitch uncontrollably. His fingers slowly wrapped around the pulsing shaft and began to work up and down. “I’m sure you’re very experienced in that department, Bryan. Have you ever had someone else masturbate you?”

“N-n-no,” Bryan panted, his own fingers twitching.

Sam’s face showed surprise, “You haven’t? No one else has had their hands on this beautiful dick and gotten to see it in such a perfect state?”

“I – uh, I – ah, uh – I have jerked off with a friend,” Bryan admitted, surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “But, we – we always j – ju – just do ourselves.”

“Ah, I see,” Sam said, his voice soft and almost hypnotic. He continued to slowly manipulate Bryan’s penis. With his free hand, Sam began to delicately trace his way around the crown of Bryan’s dick head. “I was wondering – do you always get this hard and produce so much lubrication? Or is it because this is one of the very last times you’ll ever get an erection?” His voice dropped even lower and Bryan had to strain to hear him. “You do know that, I’m sure. You might wank off once or twice more tonight, but by this time tomorrow – well, by this time tomorrow, you won’t have anything left to wrap your fingers around.”

Bryan’s hands unconsciously moved towards his chest, his fingers circling each sensitive nipple. Sam grinned and urged Bryan to work his nipples harder in his low, hypnotic voice. He instructed Bryan to pinch them and twist them as hard as he could. Bryan’s legs were slowly beginning to pump and twist. Dropping his hand to the base of Bryan’s beautiful cock, Sam tightened his grip – using his hand almost like a cock ring to prevent Bryan from ejaculating. With his other hand, Sam continued to tease the twitching mushroom head. Beneath him, Bryan’s hips were lifting off the bed as the physical excitement grew and grew.

“Just think,” Sam whispered. “By this time tomorrow, when you reach down between your legs you’ll find nothing above your balls but a mound of heavy bandages – and there won’t be anything under those bandages. And, when those bandages come off, Bryan – there’ll be nothing down there above your balls but a thin scar in the middle of a smooth lower belly.”

Bryan was gasping for breath, his head turned to the side and eyes squeezed tightly closed. Animalistic moans and sighs escaped his parted lips. Sam strained to hear what the young man was saying, but couldn’t quite make out the frenzied words. Bryan’s body was lifting up off the bed, his weight resting on his shoulders. Sam released the pressure on Bryan’s penis and began pumping it once again. The climax was almost instantaneous – Bryan’s whole body shuddered as spasms rolled through his muscles in waves. The hot ejaculate shot spurted straight up, falling in huge drops all over Bryan’s freshly shaved body with audible plops. It appeared to Sam that Bryan was experiencing multiple orgasms, one right after another. He continued to slowly milk the still erect penis in his hand until nothing more emerged.

Finally, Bryan went limp on the bed, oblivious to the pools of semen that were splattered across his body. Sam disappeared into the bathroom and returned with warm, damp cloths and gently wiped Bryan’s body clean once again. The young man seemed to be unaware of anything going on around him for several minutes.

“Well, there’s just one more thing left to do,” Sam announced. Bryan’s head rolled listlessly to face him. “All you need to do now is sign the consent forms.” Sam produced the forms and held out a pen to Bryan’s trembling fingers.

For several long moments, Bryan stared blankly at the consent papers. Sam permitted himself a little smile – he knew Javier would be annoyed when Bryan refused to go through with the surgery. Sam was sure that after an orgasm like the one Bryan just experienced, he’d surely change his mind. Instead, Bryan tried to steady his shaking hand and signed his dick away. Sam couldn’t believe it – even knowing he’d never again have an orgasm like that, Bryan signed the consent forms to have his penis removed. He watched as Bryan retreated into the bathroom to shower. Sam shook his head in disbelief as he removed the rubber sheet and replaced the regular bed sheets.

Sam was putting the finishing touches on the sheets and smoothing them out when Bryan emerged from the bathroom, a robe pulled tightly around him. The change in him was dramatic – seeing Sam still in the room, Bryan seemed embarrassed as he mumbled words of appreciation. Sam did his best to put the young man at ease. He pulled back the top sheet and then produced an open backed hospital gown for Bryan to wear. Sam shook his head in amusement when Bryan retreated to the bathroom to change into the gown.

Returning from the bathroom, Sam insisted Bryan climb into the bed. He produced two tablets from his equipment on the cart and handed them to Bryan, watching as the teen dutifully swallowed the tablets. Sam explained the pills would help Bryan sleep through the night and that a nurse would be periodically checking on him through the night. Bryan nodded his understanding, saying he’d lay in bed and watch television until he fell asleep.

Sam checked to make sure he had everything packed back on the cart and reminded Bryan he couldn't drink or eat anything after midnight, adding that he’d prefer Bryan try not to drink much before then, either. He smiled down and promised he’d see the teen in the morning before the surgery. Sam saw himself out, insisting Bryan stay in bed and relax.

Bryan didn’t see how anyone expected him to relax on the biggest night of his life – he’d been waiting for this night since he was fourteen. Even if Sam hadn’t given him the most intense and fantastic orgasm of his life, Bryan didn’t think he’d be able to sleep. Raising the head of the bed, he flipped through the channels on the television, finally settling on a pay-per-view Jackie Chan All Day Ticket movie. He still didn’t feel sleepy and wondered if the pills Sam had made him take were going to work at all.

Fifteen minutes later he was asleep.

The next thing Bryan knew, Sam was leaning over him. Bryan had a hard time focusing his eyes and realized that at some point in the night someone had removed his glasses. Glancing around, he found an IV line going into his right arm.

“Good morning,” Sam whispered cheerfully. “We’ll be moving you over to the gurney in just a few minutes.” He noticed Bryan staring at the IV line. “I decided to put that in while you were still sleeping – it’s easier on you and easier on me that way.” Sam reached out and patted Bryan’s face. “Come on, I need you to try to clear your head for me, okay?”

“Yeah,” Bryan croaked. “I’m awake.”

“Tell me your name.”

“Bryan Smith.”

“Very good,” Sam smiled. “Now, why are you here?”

“For an operation,” Bryan answered.

“What operation, Bryan?” Sam pressed.

“A penectomy,” Bryan murmured.

“And, do you still want to go through with the operation?”

“Yes,” Bryan declared firmly.

“Okay – just making sure before it’s too late,” Sam explained as he pulled a plastic cap over Bryan’s hair.

Bryan wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or not, but Sam seemed a little disappointed to hear he still wanted to go through with the surgery. He decided his mind was still foggy – Sam was probably just following procedure. There had to be some people who changed their minds at the last minute, and the young intern had to make sure Bryan wasn’t one of them, he decided. In the distance, he heard a sharp rap on the suite door and then two male attendants were wheeling a gurney into the room.

One was a young Mexican with short black hair and deep, sympathetic brown eyes. Bryan figured the other was American – he had curly light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Bryan wondered if the resort hired anyone who wasn’t good looking – so far, everyone he’d seen had been cute. The Mexican deftly folded back the sheets covering Bryan as the other attendant positioned the gurney right next to the bed. Bryan was about to scoot over when he found himself being smoothly lifted from the bed and being deposited on the gurney. That was better, he decided – he wasn’t sure his arms and legs would have supported him. The blue-eyed attendant covered Bryan with a crisp, starched sheet before pulling the gurney away from the bed.

Bryan felt like he was floating down the corridor as the lights flashed by above his head. There was a dream-like quality to the trip down the halls toward the operating room. He could feel the gurney smoothly turn in one direction, and then a little later turn to the other direction. Then, he was in an elevator. When the doors slid open, the new corridor was all mint green tile, and the lights above him were harsher. Somewhere, he heard a whooshing sound and the gurney slowed and finally stopped. Glancing around, Bryan was surprised to find that he was in a small room not much bigger than a closet. He had expected to find himself in the operating room. Turning his head to the right, Bryan found Sam standing by the side of the gurney.

“We’ll be moving you into the operating room shortly,” Sam explained, producing a hypodermic syringe and plunging it into a Y-shaped connector on the IV line. “This is a sedative, you’ll feel very weak and maybe even sleepy now.”

“How long before I go into the operating room?” Bryan asked.

“Very soon now,” Sam replied.

“Do I have time to … I mean, how much time?” Bryan asked.

Sam smiled, “Last night was your last time, Bryan. Even if you were able to get an erection this morning, I don’t think there would be enough time for you to do anything about it before the sedative takes effect.”

“The last time?” Bryan asked in wonder. Those three words seemed so final all of a sudden. Until now, the last time had always been sometime in the future. There had always been time enough to bring himself pleasure. His head felt like it was a balloon inflating and becoming very light. Bryan wanted to assure Sam that if he had just five minutes alone – well, that was enough time to take care of things. But, the gurney started to move again. Glancing around, Bryan found the two attendants were now gowned, masked, and gloved.

The gurney had barely come to a stop when Bryan felt himself being lifted onto the operating table. He was finding it almost impossible to move at all, his whole body was as limp as a Raggedy Andy doll and just as helpless. In less than a minute, the sheet covering him and the gown were removed, leaving him totally naked. The blue-eyed attendant loomed view and Bryan felt his arms being spread out to his sides. They were strapped down, like he was being crucified. He felt the attendants lifting his legs and strapping them into stirrups before spreading them as wide as the stirrups would allow. He had never felt so helpless in his life. Bryan hadn’t considered just how helpless he would be during the surgery – the doctor could do anything he wanted and Bryan was helpless to prevent it. Terrifying images of Dr. Javier choosing to operate with only a local anesthetic and Bryan hearing, or worse, seeing everything swam through his drugged brain. A new thought crowded into his brain – Dr. Javier could easily ignore the contract and cut everything off – his dick and balls, too. No, that wasn’t going to happen he told himself as he listened to what was happening around him. Bryan was finding it hard to follow everything that was happening – only snippets and snatches of conversations around him managed to penetrate the growing fog in his brain.

“… you’re kidding!”

“… like totally off?”

“… sex change …”

Bryan tried to tell them he wasn’t there for a sex change when those words penetrated the fog swirling in his brain. They were making a mistake – he didn’t want that. But, no coherent words escaped his lips. Sam’s face floated into view, those compassionate eyes offering Bryan a scrap of hope that Sam wouldn’t let anything bad happen. Something was happening between his legs – he could just barely feel someone touching him down there, fondling his penis.

“… such a nice pecker …”

“… bet I’d never let someone just chop mine …”

There was a flurry of activity in the room and Dr. Javier’s face loomed into view. Bryan could hear Javier’s rich, soft baritone greeting everyone, but he couldn’t really understand the words. Another face swam into view – someone Bryan had never seen, and then a mask was covering his face and things just faded out.

The anesthesiologist nodded to Javier – the patient was asleep and stable, the operation could proceed safely. Javier knew he didn’t really need to check the catheter Sam had put into place, but his standard protocol was to double check everything. As usual, Sam’s work was flawless. Bryan’s whole lower abdomen, including his genitals, was stained a yellow-brown from the Betadine antiseptic solution. Glancing once at the surgical tray, Javier saw everything was laid out exactly as he liked. He nodded his approval.

“Well, our guest of honor is in his place, we’re all dressed up – I’d say it’s time to get this party started,” Javier joked, holding his hand out for the scalpel. He glanced over at Sam and tested his preparation by asking him to describe the steps involved in the dissection of a penis. Sam didn’t hesitate at all with his answer as Javier bowed his head and pressed the scalpel to Bryan flesh.

Javier liked working with the British intern – Sam was always well prepared and eager to learn techniques that weren’t in the books yet. While the basic techniques of penectomy and other genital surgeries were fairly routine, Javier and the other doctors at the clinic had far more experience than most other medical professionals in those areas. With their increased experience, they had developed some subtle modifications to the surgical techniques that resulted in improved post-surgical results. Sam knew that Bryan would have a very thin scar after the operation – it would be an angry-looking red line at first, but with time, the scar would fade until it was barely noticeable.

Handling the retractors, Sam admired Javier’s technique and hoped he’d be just as good one day. Javier took his time working, never hurrying so he could squeeze in an extra procedure or dash out to the golf course. Sam knew a straightforward penectomy usually took between two and three hours. Under Dr. Ligenfelder, the German doctor on staff, a penectomy often took less than that. Javier, however, took his time as long as the patient wasn’t in any distress. A penectomy under Javier’s knife could take over four hours. The difference in post-op care and appearance between the work of the two surgeons was dramatic. Javier’s patients seldom suffered any complications, healed faster, and had less scaring. If perfect end results took more time, Javier and Sam were willing to put in the extra time.

Bryan vaguely remembered a mask covering his mouth and nose and then – nothing. Not even a dream. The next thing he remembered was the sound of people whispering in the distance. As his brain shrugged off the effects of the anesthesia, the sounds of whispering grew closer and more distinct. He was aware of how dry his mouth was, the pain in the crook of his elbow, and a feeling of discomfort centered in his groin. His legs were spread wider than normal, and it felt as if there was a pillow between his thighs, keeping his legs apart.

He didn’t mean to groan as he opened his eyes, but he did. Simon and Kev were sitting by the side of the gurney and smiling down at him. Bryan managed a lopsided grin when he recognized them.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” Simon greeted him.

“How’s the boy doing?” Kev asked, bending over to kiss Bryan’s forehead.

“Okay,” Bryan rasped. “Thirsty.”

Simon spooned a few ice chips into Bryan’s mouth, insisting he had to wait until Sam or Dr. Javier checked him out before he could have something cold to drink. It didn’t take long before Sam appeared, all smiles and solicitude. He quickly took Bryan’s vital signs before pulling back the sheet to examine the bandages. He nodded in satisfaction.

“Everything seems spot on,” Sam announced. “We’ll be getting someone to take you back to your room – there’ll be a nurse on duty in the room for the next few days. Are you feeling any pain yet?”

“No – not really,” Bryan croaked.

“You will,” Sam promised. “And when you do, let us know right away – we can give you something to make it more bearable.” Sam’s genial face turned serious. “I don’t want you to try to tolerate the pain in order to show what a brave young man you are. You’ll only cause yourself more problems by trying to play brave – pain can make you move around and put strain on your stitches. Do you understand?”

“Yeah – I understand,” Bryan nodded. “Can I have something to drink? I’m really thirsty.”

“How’s your belly feel?” Sam asked. “Any nausea?” Bryan shook is head. “Okay, you can start out with small sips of water.” Sam held out a drinking cup with a bent straw. Bryan eagerly sucked on the straw, savoring the feel of the cool water in his parched mouth. Sam pulled the cup away, chiding Bryan, “I said small sips to start. We don’t want you getting sick all over yourself.”

“And, we sure as hell don’t want you being sick over us,” Kev joked.

Bryan nodded and took small sips of water. Right now, he’d do anything for a sip of something cool and wet in his mouth. Finally, he was satisfied enough to agree to let Sam put the cup down.

“The operation …” Bryan began.

“Went beautifully,” Sam finished. “Not a single hitch – we couldn’t have asked for a better patient.”

“All I did was sleep,” Bryan pointed out.

“True, and you did that admirably well,” Sam joked. “No blood pressure fluctuations, at no time did you stop breathing, nor did your heart skip a few beats. All in all, you were a perfect patient.”

The two attendants who had brought Bryan from his room appeared and asked Sam if Bryan was ready to go back to his room now. Sam nodded and promised to catch them up in a couple of moments before excusing himself. Bryan noticed the blue-eyed attendant kept glancing down at him with a funny look on his face. But, the attendant never said anything or asked any personal questions beyond asking how Bryan was feeling. They were just about back to his suite when Sam jogged up.

It felt good to be back in his room – for one thing, the bed was more comfortable than the gurney. Simon and Kev made sure Bryan was comfortable with Simon raising the head of the bed while Kev plumped the pillows and settled the sheet over Bryan. Sam waited until they were finished and asked if they could wait in the living room while he had a little talk with Bryan.

Once the door was closed behind the two Australians, Sam turned to Bryan, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed it yet – but you’re bound to very soon – there’s a plastic tube snaking over your right leg attached to a collection bag on the side of the bed. That’s attached to a catheter going up into your bladder. You need to be careful moving about so you don’t pull on the catheter too much.”

“How long does that have to be attached?” Bryan was concerned he might be stuck with a catheter for a long time.

“Not long at all,” Sam laughed, as if he could read the young man’s thoughts. “Your urethra had to be rerouted and the catheter needs to stay in place until we’re sure the incision there is healing nicely. You really wouldn’t want an infection down there now.”

“I understand,” Bryan said in a small voice. He had never thought about the possibility of infection.

“Now, once the catheter is removed,” Sam explained, “you’ll have to sit to urinate from now on.” Bryan nodded, he already knew that. “Now, the first few times you sit to relieve yourself might be a little uncomfortable – it might even burn or be slightly painful. That’s perfectly normal – if the pain is extreme, or you notice bleeding we want you to let us know about that. You might even have a little trouble with controlling your bladder at first. Again, that’s perfectly normal and you’ll quickly learn bladder control again. With the catheter in place, your bladder automatically empties itself and the muscles can sometimes get lazy. It’s nothing to worry about – like I said, it’s fairly routine and everything returns to normal in a very short time.”

“Okay,” Bryan replied, even though Sam could see he was worried about long term complications.

“Now, for the almost good news,” Sam said, lightly. “I’ve ordered a light meal sent up – a couple of soft boiled eggs, white toast, and clear tea.” Bryan wrinkled his nose hearing the meal. “Eat it all and keep it down, and I’ll sign off for you to order whatever you want for your supper tonight.” He held out his hand. “Deal?”

“Deal,” Bryan reluctantly agreed, taking Sam’s hand.

“In the meantime, you can have water and an occasional juice,” Sam said, as he headed to the door. “No milkshakes or things like that until after a light, bland lunch.” At the door he paused. “I’ll give you a couple of minutes alone before I let your friends back in.” He winked and disappeared.

Bryan figured everyone had the same first reaction – he threw the top sheet back and pulled up the hospital gown. He didn’t know what he expected to see, but all he found was a mass of thick surgical pads and bandages taped between his legs. He really couldn’t see anything else except the plastic tube coming from the catheter. He gingerly reached down and laid his fingers on the bandages, but they were too thick for him to feel anything beneath them. Sighing, he pulled the hospital gown down and rearranged the sheets moments before Simon and Kev entered the room.

The two Australians stayed with Bryan through the rest of the day, amusing him with stories of back home in the Land Down Under. Aside from the occasional exotic animal sighting, Bryan was surprised to find their lives weren’t all that different from his own – except, of course, both were in Graduate School and he hadn’t yet finished high school. Like him, they both enjoyed snorkeling and the beach, pizza, and old movies.

When the blah lunch finally arrived, Kev threatened to spoon feed Bryan unless he ate everything on his tray. Simon assured Bryan that Kev would carry out the threat. At first, Bryan couldn’t stomach the idea of eating the runny, soft boiled eggs. Kev scooped the eggs into a bowl and broke the toast up, mixing the eggs and toast.. The renewed threat of spoon feeding was enough to make Bryan eat the mixture. To his surprise, the egg and toast mixture wasn’t as bad as it looked and he quickly had the bowl empty.

True to his word, Sam agreed to let Bryan have what he wanted for supper – his only restriction was that Bryan didn’t go overboard. The truth was that even if Bryan was interested in over-indulging, he wasn’t all that hungry. By dinner time, he was feeling some mild discomfort, and let the nurse know about it. She promised to give him some pills for the pain just before his meal arrived.

To his surprise, Bryan found himself growing sleepy even before he took the pain pills – he really hadn’t done anything except sleep through the surgery and then stay in bed all day. He couldn’t believe he was so worn out. When Sam came around after dinner to check on the bandages, he explained that the surgery was still a trauma to Bryan’s body and sleep would help him heal. Sam explained that Bryan should try not to fight against the sleep and just let himself drift off when he felt sleepy.

Simon and Kev promised Sam that they’d make sure Bryan rested. As it turned out, their promise was unnecessary – an hour later Bryan was peacefully sleeping. Simon removed Bryan’s glasses while Kev tucked the sheets up around his chin. Together, the Australians tiptoed from the room, turning out the light and whispering goodnight to the nurse.

To be continued …