The Inspectors call

I did not write this story. I found this story a few years ago in 
the alt.sex.stories  newsgroup that someone posted without a return 
E-mail address or name. I re found it while cleaning my hard drive 
and thought you would all enjoy this story as much as I did.

The Inspectors show up at the boys school.

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    THE INSPECTORS CALL  

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     The atmosphere at the school was electric.  A buzz was going  
around even as the day boys were arriving; bewildered and somewhat  
frightened boys were telling one another in hushed tones, "The  
Inspectors are coming!"   

     Such visits were supposed to be a complete surprise to the  
school concerned but, as always happens in such matters, the 
secret  
was always known several hours in advance.  The bewilderment 
today,  
though, was because the Inspectors had been at the school only six  
weeks earlier.  Their visits were normally never more frequent 
than  
one a term, and more often only once a year.  None of the boys 
could  
remember any previous occasion when they had come twice in such a  
short time.   

     What was the meaning of this visit?  Was there some special  
occasion that brought the men back to Littlethorpe College?  Was  
there something going on that the boys knew nothing about?  - If 
so,  
what had happened to the 'grapevine' which normally provided all 
the  
news before it occurred?  Or were the Inspectors using a new 
tactic  
to throw the boys off guard and further torment them?  Nobody 
seemed  
to know the answers to these questions although many theories  
abounded.   

     Every boy in the school, from the smallest snivelling nine 
year  
old in the Removes to the strapping 18 year olds in Upper Sixth, 
knew  
what happened whenever the Inspectors visited the school.  Some 
ten  
or twelve more boys would be thoroughly embarrassed and 
shamelessly  
hurt in front of their fellow pupils.  The Inspectors had such 
wide  
powers over the boys' bodies; they could practically do what they  
liked with them.   

     No two visits by the Inspectors were ever quite the same.   
Sometimes they would visit all the classes of a particular year 
group  
and no others.  Another time they would call in on classes at 
random  
throughout the school.  Just occasionally every boy in the school 
was  
inspected.  Last time they had visited seven classes at random and  
missed us out completely, so what would they do this time?  
Everyone  
was a bit on edge, not knowing if they would even be inspected, 
let  
alone if it would be their turn to go under the knife.   

     All boys knew that sooner or later they would almost 
certainly  
feel the cold steel of the Inspectors' scissors and scalpels on 
their  
foreskins.  Over 80% of the boys left school without a foreskin  
despite only about 10% arriving there without one.  Nobody knew 
if,  
or when, it would be their turn to undergo this bitter sweet  
experience.  One part of every boy's mind cried out for him to be  
like the others, and not have to endure the taunts of the 
Circumcised  
boys about his dirty skin; yet another part constantly told him he  
didn't want to endure the humiliation and pain of a public  
Circumcision.   

     Perhaps this inner fight within each boy was deliberately  
cultivated by letting the secret of the Inspectors' visit be known 
in  
advance.  That way every uncircumcised boy in the school worried 
as  
to whether he would be amongst the victims out in the quadrangle.   
The preoccupied boys couldn't concentrate on their work and 
usually  
got flogged for it.  Mealtimes on these days saw fewer boys in the  
canteen as the tension within them put them off their food.  By 
the  
time the Inspectors actually arrived many boys were reduced to 
near  
nervous wrecks.  The sadistic Inspectors enjoyed taking their 
victims  
in this state and, if the truth be known, so did many of the 
teachers  
who watched the boys' humiliation.   

     The whole morning passed without any sign of the Inspectors.   
Perhaps the rumour had been wrong?  Maybe somebody was just 
winding  
the boys up?  Who had first passed on the news?  Was it Johnson of  
Lower Sixth?  - he was a nasty bit of work and universally 
disliked.   
Nobody would have put it past him to start such a rumour just to  
disconcert the junior boys.  Somebody seemed to think that the  
groundsman had been the first to break the news, but how a 
groundsman  
could be the first with such a momentous bombshell nobody could  
fathom out, so that idea was quickly dismissed.   

     Lunchtime came and went, and so did afternoon break.  Most of  
the boys were just starting to settle down again, convinced that 
it  
was only a nasty rumour when the classroom door of 4 Beta flew 
open  
and a tall, distinguished looking man stood there with a small 
brown  
bag in his left hand.  Everyone knew instinctively that it was one 
of  
the Inspectors.  We all stood to attention immediately, as the  
teacher stopped the maths lesson in mid sentence and turned to 
greet  
the stranger.   

     The visitor produced a gold and green identity card - a mere  
formality since everyone knew who he must be.  "I'm Dr.  Adams", 
he  
said, "and, by virtue of the authority vested in me, require every  
boy in this class to submit to inspection."  "Yes, Sir", we all  
chanted in unison, knowing exactly what was expected of us.  We 
knew  
what was to happen next, but that tingle of anticipation went 
through  
us just a moment before the doctor said the familiar words: "Strip 
to  
nothing but your underpants, put your clothes away in your desks, 
and  
sit with your hands behind your necks."   

     Twenty-two pairs of hands set to work, undoing ties, shoe 
laces,  
buttons and zip fasteners.  It was fascinating to see the 
different  
sequences in which the simple task of undressing was done.  I 
always  
removed my tie first, then my shoes and socks; my trousers came 
next,  
then the shirt and finally, when required, my underpants.  Robin, 
the  
boy who sat next to me, started with his tie and then his shirt,  
displaying a nicely tanned torso whilst he removed his shoes and  
socks before standing to take off his trousers.  I couldn't help  
noticing the pronounced bulge in his underpants as he bent over to  
put his things in the desk.  I was totally flaccid and my cock had  
shrivelled up as small as could be.  I was far too frightened to 
be  
erect.  Surely I would be one of the victims this time since most 
of  
the other boys in the class were already Circumcised.   

     Before long all twenty-two of us were silently seated again 
with  
our hands behind our necks.  The teacher, meanwhile, had cleared 
all  
the books from his desk and then moved it to one side of the small  
dais.  Dr.  Adams was removing things from his bag and placing 
them  
on the desk.  There was a row of small bottles of clear green 
liquid  
and two larger ones which were colourless.  A long, narrow, white  
cardboard box stood behind the small bottles, with a squarish 
brown  
box next to it and another behind that.  There were also several  
instruments already on the desk, but I couldn't see what they 
were.   
Next out of his bag came the familiar stethoscope and then a box  
clearly marked 'spatulas'.  A box of 'cotton swabs' followed and 
then  
finally, out came one of those funny spirit lamp things that are 
only  
used when the doctor is giving injections.   

     My knees started knocking because I hate having injections.  
My  
BCG last year had been sheer hell - and I still had a big purple 
lump  
on my right arm where it had been given.  The whole class seemed 
to  
realise at the same time that we were to get an injection.  
Perhaps  
that would be all we would get - I hoped so, and so did most of 
the  
others.  My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the doctor's 
voice  
asking our teacher for the class register.  Any moment now he 
would  
be starting on us.  Would he work alphabetically down the list?  
If  
so then I would be third.   

     "When I call your name, remove your underpants and come up 
here,  
with your hands behind your neck again", he said to us.  He 
glanced  
at the register and called out, "Zalud."  A slim, brown-skinned 
boy  
slid nervously from his place on the far side of the room, paused 
for  
a moment in the gangway to remove his underpants, and approached 
the  
dais.  "So, he's starting from the end", I thought, but then I  
realised that this meant I would see what was happening to nearly 
all  
the others before it was my turn.  This was far more nerve 
wracking  
than being one of the first!   

     Azif Zalud's parents were strict Moslems who had fled with 
the  
infant Azif from the constant fighting in northern Ethiopia.  They  
had gone first to West Germany and then come to England where they  
settled in Tunbridge Wells.  Azif's father was a lawyer and he had 
no  
difficulty finding very well paid work for the many Arab 
businesses  
in London.   

     Young Zalud observed the Islamic customs, but not very  
rigorously.  He was not averse to eating the odd pork sausage, 
etc.   
Azif's father often had to spend long periods travelling abroad 
and  
hence they had decided to send him to board at Littlethorpe.  
Before  
he came, though, they had made sure that he received a traditional  
Islamic Circumcision on his tenth birthday.  This had been very  
thorough leaving a broad, almost black, scar lying well down his  
tight shaft, much nearer to the root than to the tip.   

     This then was the lad now standing nervously in front of the  
Inspector.  Dr.  Adams ordered him to turn around and bend over.  
A  
large rectal thermometer was quickly pushed into the lad's tight  
little anus, bringing a gasp from Asif's lips.  "Stand up and take  
deep breaths", was the Doctor's sharp command as he prepared to 
place  
his stethoscope in various parts of Asif's back.   

     "Turn round."  Asif obeyed and the cold stethoscope explored 
his  
chest.  The doctor put down the stethoscope and picked up another  
instrument to examine the boy's ears.  Next, Asif's tongue was 
held  
down with a wooden spatula as he said, "Aagh!"  The spatula went 
into  
the bin and the doctor pinched and prodded Asif's big shiny BCG 
scar,  
making him wince.   

     Apparently satisfied so far, the doctor picked up a swab and  
moistened it with some of the colourless liquid from one of the  
larger bottles.  The swab was rubbed briskly over both of the 
boy's  
nipples, which made them stand out sharply from his chest.  Dr.   
Adams picked up a hypodermic from the long white box and added a  
needle from the smaller brown box before filling the syringe with  
green liquid from one of the small bottles.   

     The teacher moved round behind the lad and looped his arms  
through the boy's, thus holding him firmly.  Once this had been 
done  
the doctor inserted the needle into the back of Asif's left nipple  
and injected fluid immediately behind it.  This was repeated on 
the  
right nipple and then both were rubbed again with the spirit 
soaked  
swab.  The boy grimaced as each injection was given into the 
tender  
nipples.  The teacher released Asif and removed the rectal  
thermometer, which Dr.  Adams read before wiping it too with the  
swab.   

     Dr.  Adams turned his attention to the kid's genitals, 
pulling  
down each testicle in turn and rolling it between his thumb and  
fingers to examine it all over.  The penis was next and it was  
thoroughly examined - glans, meatus, Circumcision scar line and 
the  
place where the frenum had once been.  Asif was thoroughly erect 
by  
now and it only took the doctor a few strokes with the cold cream 
to  
bring him to a shuddering climax.   

     The Inspector picked up something more from the desk and 
turned  
back to Asif's genitals.  With his left hand he cupped the 
testicles  
and drew them forward.  His right hand went behind the scrotum and  
his fingers came over the top of the penis shaft.  There was a 
faint  
'click' followed by two or three more in rapid succession.  Asif 
was  
then told to return to his place, where he would remain naked 
until  
we had all been examined.  As he walked back I noticed that a 
metal  
ring had been placed round the very root of his penis.   

     "Williams", called the doctor and a stocky lad in the front 
row  
bared himself ready for similar treatment.  I watched again as the  
inspection proceeded.  The little gasp as the thermometer spread 
the  
anal muscles.  The grimace as each nipple received its injection.   
The grunts of pleasure as the ejaculation came in great white  
spurts.   

     As the fourth boy was being brought to his climax I noticed 
Asif  
was squirming in his seat, wriggling his chest about as if he had 
an  
itch but couldn't scratch it.  His hands were, of course, still  
firmly behind his neck since to remove them would be likely to 
bring  
swift retribution from the teacher.   

     Next up on the dais was Dhiten Sequeira, a popular Hindu boy 
who  
had protested strongly when forced to undergo Circumcision two 
years  
ago.  I had noticed afterwards that the Inspectors had not cut him  
very tightly, unlike most of their victims.  The inspection and  
injections went just the same as for everyone before him but after  
the cock ring had been fitted the Inspector wrote something on a 
red  
card and gave it to the boy saying, "Re-Circumcision, Grade 1 for  
you."  The poor boy was too shocked to protest and was soon back 
in  
his seat trembling as he recalled the pain of his first cutting.   

     One by one the class visited the dais to receive their  
injections and cock ring, and to give up their sperm.  Dr.  Adams 
had  
reached Scott McCarthy when I noticed Asif was slumped down in his  
seat, rubbing his breasts against the edge of the desk flap.  My  
attention was drawn back to the boy on the dais when I heard the  
Inspector say, "Meotomy for you", as he handed him a red card.  
Just  
then the teacher noticed what Asif was doing and ordered him to 
sit  
upright and stay still.   

     As the inspections continued, more and more boys were 
wriggling  
in their seats and it became obvious to those of us waiting our 
turn  
that the effect of the injections was rather nasty.  Asif had just  
slid down again to relieve the itch in his nipples when he was  
spotted by the teacher and called out to the front of the class.  
He  
was reminded that he had been told to sit upright and then made to  
bend over for six strokes of the cane, expertly placed to make a- 
criss-cross of red weals on his buttocks.  The Inspector said  
something to the teacher, which we didn't hear, and they both  
grinned.  The next I knew was that young Zalud was receiving an  
injection of the horrid green liquid in each smarting bum cheek.  
As  
if this wasn't enough torment, he was made to endure another set 
of  
injections into his nipples before being sent back to his seat, 
where  
sitting was now very painful too.   

     After this, nobody dared to try to relieve the stinging in 
their  
chests where the injections were doing their worst.  It was 
standard  
practice at Littlethorpe that should a second boy commit the same  
offence soon after he knew another had been punished then the  
punishment was increased in severity.  Typically two more strokes 
of  
the cane were added each time a new offender was punished.  Nobody  
wanted to get eight strokes, let alone even more.  Then there was 
the  
thought of having yet another set of the hated injections, so we 
all  
sat as still as we possibly could.   

     It wasn't long before Peter French was on the dais undergoing  
his inspection.  We all knew that Peter had an exceptionally long  
foreskin, but we didn't know that he was currently suffering 
summer  
balanitis because of it.  The doctor pulled the long skin back and  
demanded a swab from the teacher to clean the inside.  I could  
clearly see that Peter's glans and shaft were red and swollen from  
the balanitis.  Peter, a day boy, was a very good friend of mine 
and  
had asked our gang two or three times recently if we would 
Circumcise  
him.  We didn't know what torment the balanitis was causing him 
and  
shrunk away from the idea of operating on our friend.  It would 
have  
been hard enough had he been a boarder, but as a day boy we 
couldn't  
see how he could recuperate without his parents finding out that 
we  
had attacked his penis - and they would surely be very angry if 
they  
knew.   

     The doctor commented on the inflamation and told the lad to 
wash  
himself daily, something which he'd told us he actually did twice 
a  
day at least.  Dr.  Adams was fitting the cock ring when Peter 
said,  
"Please sir, would it be possible for me to be Circumcised this 
time  
to stop these problems?"  The Inspector reverted to his previous  
taciturn self and simply said, "Circumcision refused.  Back to 
your  
place."  Peter pleaded again, but to no avail and the teacher 
pushed  
him off the dais towards his place.   

     Only a few boys later and Sean Docherty was on the dais  
receiving the cock ring.  It would be my turn next.  The doctor's  
voice rang out, "Caldicot" and I rose trembling from my place.   

     As I removed my yellow briefs, exposing my shrivelled penis 
to  
the view of the whole class, I began to wish the earth would open 
up  
and swallow me.  It was bad enough that we should have to be 
examined  
by these horrid Inspectors, but oh so unfair that it should have 
to  
be in public.  It took all of my will to get me to the dais to 
stand  
there in full view before the doctor.  I just knew that he would  
order my Circumcision since he had so far only ordered operations 
for  
two boys.   

     I knew full well what was to happen next as I'd watched 
nineteen  
others having it, but it still came as a shock to have the rectal  
thermometer shoved inside me.  It seemed so big and it pulled my 
anus  
wide open, stretching the sphyncter muscles.  It didn't half 
hurt!   
The stethoscope was still cold although it had been used on all 
the  
other boys.  I think they must make them specially so that they 
never  
get warm!  Then came the probing of my BCG, which as I said before  
was still big and tender.  The doctor's handling of it did nothing 
to  
remove the soreness.   

     When I was gripped from behind by the teacher I knew that the  
injections were about to be given into my nipples.  He pulled my 
arms  
backwards so that my chest stuck out more, making the nipples more  
accessible to the doctor.  What I hadn't realised was that as he 
held  
each boy, his knee was used to wriggle the thermometer inside the  
poor lad's bum.  He did this to me and all the discomfort of the  
distended anal muscles was magnified a thousand times.  Meanwhile,  
the Inspector was soaking a swab in spirit from the large bottle.   
The swab touched my right breast - it was icy cold.  The doctor  
massaged the spirit into the nipple, squeezing it as he did so.  
The  
same happened on the left hand side.  I then watched in 
trepidation  
as the disposable hypodermic was prepared and loaded.   

     The doctor's left hand siezed my left nipple, held it tightly  
and stretched it forwards.  The needle darted into the flesh right 
at  
the base of the nipple itself.  I felt the prick, but it was only  
slightly uncomfortable.  I only just felt the injection itself: it  
was the removal of the needle which caused me to grimace just as  
everyone else had done.  Dr.  Adams let go of my left nipple and  
seized my right one.  The prick this time hurt quite a bit, 
probably  
because the needle had been blunted in the other nipple.  After 
that  
neither the injection nor the withdrawal of the needle hurt as 
much.   
It was only when my nipples were again massaged with the cold swab  
that I realised the power of the injections I'd just had.  Both  
nipples suddenly felt as if there was a fire deep down inside 
them.   

     When the rectal thermometer was removed from my anus, the 
wide  
open hole admitted a blast of cold air which felt so funny inside  
me.  Inspection of my testicles and penis followed.  The Inspector  
was very rough with my scrotum and pinched the cord so that it 
hurt.   
My foreskin was also pulled back ultra hard, so that the frenum  
nearly tore.  He spread my meatus and I began to tremble again as 
the  
moment of truth approached.  The cock ring turned out to be made 
with  
a hinge at the bottom and one part going inside the other at the  
top.  These parts had teeth on them so that they closed together 
like  
a ratchet.  Once closed there was no way of opening it without 
some  
sort of tool.  We were stuck with the rings until a future 
Inspector  
decided to release us.  The Inspector went to the desk and I was 
sure  
that he would give me a red card.  Instead I was dismissed and he  
simply called out for Robin Barratt.   

     There were only two boys to be examined after me, but before 
the  
doctor had finished with Robin I found that the initial fire in my  
nipples had changed to an intense itching, which I could not  
relieve.  Everyone else was still bothered by their injections, so  
they were obviously long lasting.  We were, in fact, to discover 
that  
our nipples hurt for nearly 48 hours after the injections.  Asif,  
who'd had a double dose, had a troublesome itch for three days.   

     Eventually we had all been seen and only the two boys had 
been  
condemned to receive attention to their penises.  I wondered how 
the  
other classes had faired.  In particular, what had happened to my  
friend Alan in 4 Theta?  The Inspector packed his bag and called 
for  
Sequeira and McCarthy to follow him to the quad.  We were 
forbidden  
to dress until after we had watched the operations from the 
classroom  
window.  Once the Inspector had left the classroom the teacher 
told  
us we could take our hands away from behind our necks.  Twenty 
boys  
immediately set too scratching at their itching nipples, which  
actually only made things worse although we thought we were giving  
ourselves relief.   

     The teacher ordered the uncircumcised boys over to the window  
first.  The rest of the class then followed so that we were 
trapped  
and forced to have a good view of the proceedings in the square 
below  
us.  Sequeira and McCarthy were there in the middle of a line of  
eight boys on the side of the square to our left.  Directly in 
front  
of us was a wooden easel-like board, with another to our right.  
Each  
easel slopped backwards at about 30 degrees and had bits sticking 
out  
of it.  There was a table covered with instruments beside each  
board.  Immediately under our window I could see Simpkins (the 
Head  
Boy) and some House Masters.  The Head Boy was naked like the rest 
of  
us, except for a leopard skin sash over his left shoulder and  
matching bands round the tops of his arms and legs.  His most  
prominent feature though was the stiffest prick that I had ever  
seen.  I was to learn later, when I became a prefect, that this  
erotic looking state was produced by a massive, and very  
uncomfortable, injection of cathandrides.   

     I had just taken in this scene when another Inspector arrived  
with a naked young man who looked a bit too old to be a pupil at 
the  
school.  His blond hair hung down to cover his well tanned 
shoulders,  
whereas we boys were required to have our hair cut short.  This  
fellow was lined up with the boys, his hands behind his neck just  
like them.  We had never seen him before, so who was he?  Was he 
the  
real reason for the Inspectors coming back here so soon?  If so,  
there would very soon be eight very sore boys who hated his guts!   

     The Inspector walked down the line of boys taking their red  
cards from them.  He read each one, re-arranged their order and 
gave  
them to the Head Boy.  Simpkins bass voice rose up to us, 
"McCarthy,  
Form 4 Beta, to receive a Meotomy."  Nothing happened and the Head  
Boy repeated his announcement.  When Scott still stayed in his 
place  
in the line, one of the House Masters went and pulled him to the  
'easel' to our right.  He was turned with his back to the easel 
and  
hoisted up by two Inspectors to stand on blocks about two feet 
from  
the ground, with his legs wide apart.  His arms were then 
stretched  
out horizontally and the upper arms were placed into troughs at 
the  
top of the board.  This lifted him a bit more so that he was 
standing  
almost on tip toe.  Finally, his wrists were fastened to the edges 
of  
the board.   

     One of the Inspectors picked up a swab from the table, 
moistened  
it with spirit, and rubbed Scott's glans briskly all over.  The 
other  
Inspector picked up a scalpel, pushed it into the meatus and 
pressed  
downwards so as to split the base of the glans wide open.  Scott  
screamed as the pain shot through him.  The first Inspector 
swabbed  
at some of the blood and then the other one placed a couple of  
stitches in the sides of the wound to stop it from growing 
together  
again.  Scott was left on the easel and Simpkins' voice rang out,  
"Randall, Form Remove 2, to receive division of the frenum."  A  
little ginger haired scrap moved out of the line and was led to 
the  
other operating board where he was fixed in the same way as Scott 
had  
been.   

     Randall had not been Circumcised and so the Inspector had to  
push his foreskin back before swabbing underneath.  The skin was  
obviously rather tight since the kid burst into tears as it was  
dragged back.  The first Inspector held the foreskin tightly back  
whilst the second ran the scalpel swiftly across the frenum.  Two  
stitches were put in to stem the bleeding and the work on Randall 
was  
over.  He was left on his board, but Scott was taken down from his  
and into the main hall where camp beds had been prepared for the  
victims to rest on.   

     "Sequeira, Form 4 Beta, to receive a Grade 1 re-
Circumcision",  
announced Simpkins.  Dhiten shuffled from one foot to the other in  
his place, not wanting to go for his operation.  Simpkins made the  
announcement again in a tone which showed his displeasure at the  
tardiness of the victim.  Dhiten decided not to wait to be seized,  
but with tears in his eyes moved forward to the empty easel where 
he  
was strung up like the others before him.   

     A Grade 1 Circumcision (or in Dhiten's case re-Circumcision) 
was  
the most radical type given at the school.  The shaft would be  
skinned back until it was permanently tight.  The scar would be  
enhanced by rubbing powdered charcoal into it.  The frenum was to 
be  
completely excised and the meatus split right to the base of the  
glans, like Scott's.   

     The Inspector swabbed the whole of Dhiten's genitals, not 
just  
the glans.  A small mark was made on the shaft about two-thirds of  
the way down.  "Crikey", I thought, "the poor kid is really going 
to  
be cut well back!"  A metal rod was inserted into the meatal 
opening  
and pushed right into the penis to hold it rigid; an action which  
elicited a yelp from the transfixed boy.   

     The shaft skin was then pulled right back and held taut by 
one  
Inspector whilst the other cut right round the old Circumcision 
scar  
line to free it.  The skin was now grasped in forceps and pulled  
forward whilst the doctor with the scalpel cut along the top of 
the  
shaft back to the marked line.  Tears were now streaming down  
Dhiten's face and dropping onto the bloody mess of his lacerated  
penis.  The doctors continued their work by cutting right round 
the  
shaft and removing completely most of the original shaft skin.  
What  
was left was pulled forwards and tacked to the underlying tissue 
with  
a few stitches.  The mucosa from the front of the shaft was then  
pulled back and again tacked to the shaft tissue.  Powdered 
charcoal  
was rubbed into the whole area between the lines of tacking 
stitches  
and then an antiseptic powder was put over the whole shaft.  The  
frenum was completely excised with two deft strokes of the 
scalpel,  
after which the rod was removed from the meatus.  It was quickly  
replaced by the tip of the scalpel and we saw the lips of Dhiten's  
glans spring open as the tender flesh was ripped apart beneath the  
keen blade.  He screamed and fainted.  A few stitches later and it  
was all over for him.   

     Randall was removed from his board, the cut frenum having  
stopped bleeding, and his place was taken by another boy who had 
his  
frenum excised.  Next came a Grade 4 Circumcision of a 9 year old  
from Remove 3.  This meant that his foreskin was only partially  
removed, leaving scope for further work when he was older.  The  
meatus and frenum were left intact.  Two more boys followed to  
receive Circumcisions of various types.  There was just one  
uncircumcised boy left in the line, along with the blond youth.   

     "Atkinson, Form 3 Theta", boomed Simpkins' voice.  "You were  
caught in the act of stealing from fellow pupils.  This is a  
despicable crime and the College's Pupil Council have requested 
the  
maximum penalty available.  This has been endorsed by the Academic  
Council and agreed unanimously by the Inspectors here today.  You 
are  
therefore to receive first a Grade 1 Circumcision followed by a 
Type  
2A Gelding."  A gelding!  Every boy dreaded the possibility that 
the  
Inspectors would order this ultimate horror just for their own  
pleasure, but here it was being used as a punishment which made it 
a  
bit more bearable.  Atkinson now had an Inspector either side of 
him  
and they lifted him bodily and carried him to the vacant board.  
It  
was only then that I noticed that his ankles were shackled to stop  
him from running away.   

     Once at the Circumcision board, the shackle was removed from 
his  
right leg.  This was then used to fix his left leg to a ring in 
the  
side of the board.  Another shackle was already fixed on the left  
hand side of the board and this was now secured to Atkinson's 
right  
leg.  The kid was thus held by his wrists and ankles whilst he  
received his treatment.  The doctors called the Head Boy over and  
ordered him to make the first cut.  The victim had offended 
against  
fellow pupils, so it was only fair that a fellow pupil should 
start  
his suffering.  Simpkins sliced slowly up the top of Atkinson's  
foreskin with a trembling hand.   

     The Inspectors resumed their work and took their time cutting  
the boy to produce a Circumcision which practically denuded the 
whole  
shaft of skin.  By the time they sliced open the lower part of his  
glans he was in absolute agony and screaming all the time, but 
more  
was to follow.  A cord was tied round the coronal groove with the  
knot lying on the bloody remains of the frenum.  This was then 
taken  
upwards and tied around the boy's neck so as to pull the tender 
penis  
up against his belly.   

     Another two Inspectors moved forward to take over the work.   
They were slightly older and probably more senior than the two who  
had done everything so far.  Atkinson's scrotum was swabbed once  
again, as were his inner thighs and the area between the scrotum 
and  
rectum.  The second man took hold of the boy's right testicle in 
his  
left hand, whilst the other man seized the left testicle.  The  
testicle were pulled downwards and outwards to stretch tight the  
scrotal skin.  The scalpel was run down the median line of the  
scrotum from top to bottom and up to the top again at the back.  
The  
scrotal flaps were brought upwards and a small tacking stitch put 
in  
to hold them there.   

     The Inspectors stood back for a moment and we could now 
clearly  
see the victim's testes flinching as the cool air licked around 
their  
muscular sheath.  A few more deft strokes of the razor sharp 
scalpel  
separated the muscles, exposing the testes themselves, with their  
coils of epidydimis on the top.  An Inspector picked up a small 
steel  
rod which came to a point at one end and had a loop at the other,  
just like a very fine meat skewer.  This was slowly pushed through  
first one testicle and then the other.  Atkinson's body was 
covered  
with the sweat of fear.  He was trembling all over and screaming 
with  
the agony of what was being done to him.  It was only as the 
scrotum  
was being opened that the full impact and horror of gelding hit 
him  
like a sledgehammer.  The skewer was used to pull the balls down  
until the connecting tissues were stretched taut, at which point 
two  
deft strokes of the scalpel removed the testicles completely, 
close  
to the top of the scrotum.   

     Two small plastic balls were slipped into the muscle sheath 
to  
replace the excised testicles.  The two flaps of scrotum were 
allowed  
to drop down either side and were stitched carefully down the 
raphe.   
When everything had healed and the bruising had subsided, the boy  
would look at first sight as if he was perfectly normal.  He 
would,  
however, not progress further into puberty and would never be able 
to  
sire children.  It was a dramatic warning to the rest of the 
school  
to observe the rules and the rights of other pupils: I, for one,  
would never forget such a warning.   

     That just left the blond stranger awaiting his torture.  Who 
was  
he?  Why was he here?  We didn't have long to wait before Simpkins  
read out, "Olaf Turcan, Assistant Under Groundsman, to receive a  
Grade 3 Circumcision."  So that was who he was ...  and the early  
morning rumour probably did start with the Groundsman after all!  
The  
new groundsman made his way to the vacant board to our right.  
Little  
had he realised when he answered the job advert in the gardening  
press that he would be required to undergo Circumcision - but all 
the  
College's male staff were Circumcised.  He could never have 
dreamed  
that he would be standing naked in front of some 300 little boys,  
even less that the Circumcision would be performed as a spectacle 
for  
them.   

     The Inspectors started by cutting the lad's hair into a crew  
cut.  The pubic hair was next shaved off and then a cock ring like  
ours was fitted.  From there on the Circumcision was quite tame 
after  
the excitement and horror of the gelding.  A Grade 3 Circumcision  
would leave the meatus and frenum intact, but would give a tightly  
performed basic Circumcision.  Maybe the Inspectors thought this  
young man would make good sport for some occasion in the future.  
We  
noticed that the lad tried desperately hard not to cry in front of 
us  
boys, but he didn't quite make it and burst into tears just as the  
stitches were being put in.   

     The newly operated upon boys were led away to a private  
dormitory to rest.  The Inspectors packed up their instruments of  
torture and departed whilst we were allowed to get dressed again.   
The Circumcised kids would be back in class tomorrow, but stay  
totally naked for two days.  That was the custom.  Apart from that  
the show was over once again and school life settled back to 
normal.   
I breathed many a sigh of relief that night in the dormitory: I 
had  
been reprieved this time, but would I be so fortunate next time?  
...  

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