She said to me, “take a turn to your right and follow the corridor to
your left. The last room to your right is where I will find you. Take
off your clothes and lie on the bed” The room was crisp clean with grey
binds on its only window that opened into a quadrangle with two ill
tendered flower gardens with drying roses, rhododendrons and some
raspberry shrubs. Besides the array of LED lights hanging low from a
silver colored chandelier and a few medical chats on the walls, the rest
of the room was plain gleaming white. I gingerly took off my clothes
save for my underwear and lay prostrate on the bed. “Hey Bernie” a
female voice cracked through the serene aura of the room.” Take your
underwear off too” My voice trembled as I retorted “okay ma’am” “You may
play some music off your phone if you please or you may read some of
those magazines on the bed side stool” she chorused as she receded
through the corridor to that other office at the head of the corridor.
I held my underwear in my hands after I had taken it off. I was tempted
to sniff it. I didn’t. I just lay right there on the bed facing the
ceiling and spun imaginary webs between the trusses of the chandelier.
The cold breeze from the quadrangle wafting in through the open window
was starting to sting at my body. My Manhood reacted by coiling back,
the result was the familiar of a 17 year old’s dick. The sight caused me
to flinch. I picked up an old magazine with a beautiful young black
female probably in her early twenties on its cover page. She was poised
on the edge of a doctor’s office desk with a stethoscope hanging around
her neck. I followed her neck to that point where her v-necked gown grew
into a bulge that was carefully concealed by what looked like a black
bra. Her pink glossed lips where slightly parted and a discreet sneer
seemed to linger on her face. I was smiling back at the lady on the
magazine cover when I became aware of a slow bulging sensation in my
loins. The door suddenly burst open and three young girls, all in
contemporary nurses’ wear came face to face with my erect manhood. “Oh
gosh, he’s horny” one of the girl’s exclaimed. The other girl who was
carrying a stainless steel tray with an assortment of surgical tools
sucked in some air and swallowed hard. The third girl just stared at me
dumbfounded with a horny look in her face. She looked like the type who
would have loved to get down on her knees and suck me. I hastily,
slapped the open magazine on my loins in a hopeless effort to conceal
the image of what the three girls had binged on for more or less a
fraction of 15 seconds. As I opened my mouth to blubber an apology,
another lady well within her late thirties slithered into the room and
enchantedly sung to the three girls, “Ladies shall we?” Yes ma’am”,
responded the girl that was holding the stainless steel tray as she
motioned to me to get the magazine off my private parts. I sheepishly
did as instructed whilst shifting the magazine to cover my face. The
magazine smelled of coconuts, grass hoppers and a rabbit. I was trying
to figure out how one magazine could possess all three different
flavors when the first injection was administered to the base of my
manhood. I felt like I was being stung by 300 bees at the same time.
Dazed by the pain, my semi-flaccid manhood recoiled to the size of a 17
year old’s and the girl with the look of one who would have sucked me
grasped and giggled. A second and a third injection were administered
around the pedestal my manhood in succession but this time, I felt no
pain. I closed my eyes and recited the alphabet. “A B C…” I heard
surgeon ask for a scalpel and some other instruments I didn’t care to
memorize. “D E F G…” and I felt a warm, oozy fluid stream down my
thighs…
About 30 minutes later, the girl with the stainless steel tray said to me “Congratulations, your circumcision was successful…”
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