Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 19:35:24 +0000
From: elerian1@comcast.net
Subject: Ryan and the Doctor

If it's illegal to read stories about minor boys in sexual situations where
you live, stop reading now.

This story is a work of fiction. It contains castration and circumcision
themes, so if that's not your thing, you might want to look elsewhere. But
it also has a lot of love.

Copyright 2004 Elerian Mordrell. All rights reserved. Reprint or repost is
forbidden without author's permission.

Comments to elerian1@comcast.net are welcome and will be acknowledged.

Author's note: Thanks to the boy who gave me inspiration and ideas for this
story. I hope he enjoys this gift.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Though this fictional story contains depictions of
testicular cancer and castration, it is not intended to be a medically
accurate description of same, especially as concerns diagnosis and
treatment of cancer. Testicular cancer is a dangerous disease, but is
very treatable (often without complete castration) and all males should
be checked by a doctor regularly."


			    Ryan and the Doctor


From the moment the boy walked into my office with his mother, I was
transfixed.

I have known ever since I was a boy myself that my calling was pediatric
urology. I am uncircumcised, and when I was a young teenager, was having
some problems with pain in the head of my penis and my foreskin. My mother
took me to a pediatric urologist, and I was very frightened. But the doctor
was so gentle, so expert in his touch and care, that my fears were soon
allayed. He told me that I had a tight foreskin and a sensitive gland, but
not to worry. He gave me a cream to put on the head of my penis, and taped
back my foreskin, and at the end of a couple weeks, I was feeling much
better. I never forgot that doctor's touch and skill, and I still remember
how safe and calm it made me feel. That day, I knew I wanted to make boys
feel the same way.

I am gay, but that has never gotten in the way of my work before. To me,
the boys who come to my office are patients in need of help and support.
Oh, I notice the particularly good-looking ones, of course, but I never let
my admiration come to the surface. I imagine it would make some of them
feel weird or uncomfortable, and that is the last thing I want in this line
of work.

But this boy ...

I saw him walk into the waiting room. He was of medium height, lean and
athletically built, but he carried himself as if he were much taller. His
face was angelic, free of blemish, clear-skinned; his cheeks had a slight
rosy tint to them. His green eyes sparkled, though I thought I saw an echo
of fear in them not uncommon for a boy coming to my office. His light brown
hair was clean and shiny, cut in a skater's style. He was dressed simply,
in a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts that came to just above his fine-looking
knees.  His legs were exquisite, the lean muscles in his calves and thighs
making it clear he played sports, and I guessed he was a star soccer player
from his grace and ease of movement. He was easily the best- looking
specimen of a boy that had ever graced my presence.

His eyes caught my gaze as I watched him come in from behind the reception
desk. There was a spark.  Uneasy, I turned away and busied myself with
another patient's file that was in my hands.

The boy's mother walked up to the desk and addressed Carol, my
receptionist.  "Excuse me?"

"Yes," said Carol, "How may I help you?"

"I'm Mrs. Cooper. My son is Ryan. We have a two o'clock appointment?"

Carol typed quickly on her terminal keyboard to confirm the appointment.
"Yes, here it is, Ryan Cooper, two o'clock. Please have a seat and
Dr. Smith will be with you shortly."

"All right."

My patient load was empty except for Ryan. It was time to call him back. I
opened the door to the waiting room and called out, "Ryan Cooper?"

"Here," said the boy. His voice was still high, but I could tell it was on
the cusp of changing. It was clear he was in the midst of puberty.

"Come on back, son."

				   * * *

When my mom brought me into the office, I was a little scared. I'd been in
some pain for a few weeks now, and I knew I had to get it checked out.
Still, I didn't really want to go. But Mom didn't leave me alone about it,
so I went.

When I walked in, the office looked nice. The colors were neutral and
soothing, and soft music piped through the speakers.

Then I saw him.

The doctor. Dr. Smith, I think his name was. He was looking at me from
behind the reception desk.  Staring at me, more like. When our eyes met, I
felt something. I don't know what it was, but it was definitely
something. Time seemed to slow down. I noticed how good-looking the doctor
was tall and broad-shouldered, with soft hazel eyes and a neatly-kept
reddish beard. A slight tremor passed over his kind face, and he turned
away.

My mom went to the reception desk and checked me in, and then we waited for
a short time. I was still nervous, but I was looking forward to being
looked at more closely by Dr. Smith, and getting a closer look at
him. About five minutes later, he opened the waiting room door and called
my name.

"Ryan Cooper?" he asked neutrally.

"Here," I said.

"Come on back, son." I shivered at that. Then I stood up and followed my
mom through the door.

				   * * *

The boy and his mother followed me back to the exam room. I couldn't
remember being this nervous about a simple examination since I was an
intern. The boy came into the room and I instructed him to sit up on the
tissue-covered exam table. His mother stood close by him, protectively.

I pushed my nervousness down and said quietly, "Hello, um " I pretended to
look down at my clipboard, even though I remembered the boy's name as if it
had been permanently etched in my mind.  "Ryan. What seems to be the
trouble today, Ryan?"

"Well " His mother interrupted him. "His penis hurts. It's his foreskin, I
think. I told his father we should have had him circumcised, but he
wouldn't listen "

Ryan flushed. "Mom!"

"Sorry, honey."

Ryan turned to look at me and spoke again. "Well, she's right about the
pain, anyway. Sometimes it hurts when I pee, and when I ..." he trailed off
and looked at his shoes.

"All right. Well, we need to have a look at you in just a minute, Ryan.
Mrs. Cooper, could I see you outside for a moment?"

"Um, okay," she said reluctantly.

When we got outside, I spoke firmly. "Mrs. Cooper, I think it would be best
if I examined Ryan without you in the room."

"But..."

I held up my hand. "He's obviously embarrassed to have you there, which is
perfectly normal for a teenage boy. If I'm to accurately determine his
problem, I must have his complete candor. Now, you want me to make an
precise diagnosis, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"All right then. You can wait in the waiting room, and I promise to give
you a complete report when my examination is complete."

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "All right," she said slowly. "But I want
to know everything."

"Of course. I will speak with you shortly."

As she walked reluctantly away, I reentered the waiting room. Ryan raised
an eyebrow, obviously surprised.

"Where's Mom?"

"I asked her to wait outside. I thought you might be more comfortable that
way."

Ryan obviously relaxed at that. He looked up at me and smiled, a brilliant
smile that melted my heart and lifted my spirit. His braces twinkled under
the lights. Uh-oh, I thought to myself. I can't be falling in love with
this boy, can I?

"Thanks, Doc," he said.

"Welcome. Now, can you tell me exactly what's been troubling you?"

"Okay. Like I said, it hurts sometimes when I pee. Also, sometimes when I'm
... jerking off ..." He blushed adorably, "it hurts when I skin back."

"All right. Anything else?"

"Well, I guess so. For the past couple weeks, I've had a sort of ache, deep
in my balls. And since then, it's been sort of ... well, hard to get hard."

I didn't let any of the worry that I felt creep into my voice as I said,
"All right. First thing I want to do is to take some blood. It'll just take
a second. While I'm getting ready for that, why don't you strip?"

"Naked?" I noticed the nervousness in his voice, but I also thought I
detected a trace of excitement.

"Yes please," I said, and I couldn't hide my own trace of anticipation.

                    * * *

As Dr. Smith busied himself getting a few test tubes and a small needle
ready, I took off my clothes. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and toed
off my shoes. Then I pulled off my socks, and finally pulled down my shorts
and blue boxer briefs. To my embarrassment, my teenage cock was sporting a
semi- hardon. If not for the ache in my balls, I was sure I would have been
rock hard. I was a little embarrassed, but strangely, I was not sorry that
Dr. Smith would see my semi-erection. I got back up on the table and lay
down, my cock resting against my upper thigh.

The needle and test-tubes in his hands, the doctor turned back around to
face me. His eyes widened slightly as they roamed my body and I was sure
there was a hint of hunger in them. I wanted it to be there.

"My boy, you're ..." He trailed off.

"What?" I asked. I couldn't help but grin at him. I could tell he liked
looking at me like this, and I liked having him look at me. My cock
twitched a little.

"Never mind. Sit up, so I can take a little blood."

I sat up, and he gently cleaned my arm with iodine and tapped it until a
vein popped up. He slowly inserted a small needle into the vein. I only
felt a small pinch. Then he pressed a small tube into the chamber, and dark
blood welled into the tube. He took it out when it was full, then repeated
the process with two more tubes. When he was finished, he instructed me to
lie back down on the table, and opened the door slightly to poke his head
out.

"Carol," he called. "Please take these to the lab." He scribbled on a piece
of paper and talked to Carol in low tones as she approached. I couldn't
hear what he said. He ripped the piece of paper off his pad and gave it to
Carol. He closed the door again and turned back to me.

He visibly swallowed. "All right, Ryan. While your blood goes to the lab,
I'm going to take a look at you."

"All right." My cock twitched again. I was sure he could see it.

Dr. Smith began running his hands over my torso, pressing here and there.
He had me sit up and cough as he listened to my chest. He had me lay back
down, and his hands reached my pubic area. His hands circled my cock. His
touch was warm and sensual, and I wondered if he touched all his patients
like this.

"That feels good, Dr. Smith," I whispered.

"Does it?" He started to slowly pull my foreskin down until it reached
about the middle of my head. I drew in my breath sharply.

"That hurts," I said.

"All right. Ryan, I'm sorry to hurt you, but I have to take a look at your
entire gland. I'm going to skin you all the way back. Here, take my other
hand." I obeyed. "Now just squeeze when it hurts."

He started to pull my foreskin back again. It hurt bad. I squeezed his
hand, hard. His hand was much larger than mine. He held on to me gently but
firmly. Finally, my skin was all the way pulled back, but the burning
sensation in my cock didn't go away.

"Good boy, Ryan. Now, I'm just going to take a quick look, then I'll put
your skin back. Just try to relax for a minute."

It seemed like forever. Dr. Smith looked at my penis intently, from all
sides. He took a magnifying glass with a light on it to get a closer look.
Finally, he pushed the skin back so it covered the head once again. I
sighed in relief. Dr. Smith stood up, picked up his clipboard, and
scribbled a few notes on it.

"What are you writing?"

"Hmm? Oh, just some notes. Ryan, you do indeed have a bit of your problem
with your frenum, but I'm confident we can fix you right up. We'll talk
about that in a few minutes. First, I'd like to examine your testicles.
Just relax for another minute."

I was relaxed. I didn't mind Dr. Smith touching me at all. He reached down,
and gently rolled first one of my balls and then the other between his
large fingers. His skill was evident, but there was a tenderness there that
made me feel cared for. Despite my earlier pain, my penis started to
respond again. Then, suddenly ...

				   * * *

There it was. I felt a lump in Ryan's beautiful, nearly hairless testicles.
As I palpated it with my fingers, he gasped, and then cried out in pain. I
was dismayed I hoped that blood test came back negative, but the pain that
Ryan felt told me it would probably be positive. My preliminary opinion was
that this boy had testicular cancer. And to top off that indignity, I was
going to have to circumcise him, too. His frenum had grown a sore, and if I
let his foreskin stay, there was a good chance it would become abscessed.
But I didn't want to tell him all this yet. First I needed a semen sample
from him.

"I'm sorry to hurt you again, Ryan. As you might have gathered, I've found
a lump. But I don't want to talk about that just yet. I want to wait for
the results of your blood test first."

"Doc," said Ryan, and he sounded very scared. "Am I going to be all right?"

"Ryan, I promise that I'll do everything I can for you. You're going to be
just fine." I took his hand again, and was overwhelmed by the rush of
feeling I had for this boy. Again, our gazes met. I swam in the beauty of
his hazel eyes, and I felt like I had known the boy forever. He smiled at
me again, despite his pain, and I stroked his hand with my thumb.

Fuck it, I thought. No one lives forever. I was going to take the plunge,
for the sake of the love I now knew I had for this beautiful boy.

"Ryan, I need a semen sample from you ... and I think the most comfortable
way for me to extract it from you would be to use my mouth. Normally I
would leave the room and give a magazine to a boy, but you are a special
case. I feel very close to you for some strange reason."

"Dr. Smith," the boy whispered, "I think I would like that very much." He
squeezed my hand tighter. I saw the boy's beautiful penis begin to rise. It
was about six inches long, and fairly thick for his age. It rose at an
angle from his brown pubic hair, and I licked my lips with desire.

"Ryan, I think I might be falling in love with you." I stroked his cheek
with my free hand.

"I love you too, Doc." He moved his smooth cheek against my hand. I didn't
want the moment to end, but I did need my semen sample. I disengaged from
him, then went to the cupboard and produced a small plastic jar to collect
the sample. I hoped his orgasm was large enough that I could have a taste
myself.

"Stand up, please, sweet Ryan." He obeyed, and I knelt before him. His hard
young cock was now right in front of my face, and I could see his piss-slit
emerging from his foreskin. A drop of clear pre-cum had collected there,
and I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked it off.  It was salty and sweet
and tasted like pure heaven. Ryan moaned in response.

I took his entire shaft in my mouth and began to blow him. I moved my mouth
back and forth, being careful not to touch his sore spot too much. With
each stroke, I swirled my tongue about his head, and tasted more of that
salty sweetness. Ryan began to buck his hips, fucking my mouth. He began to
cry out in rhythm with my sucking. I was glad the exam room was
soundproofed, or I might have had some serious explaining to do.

Soon I could feel that Ryan was about to cum. I let his cock fall from my
mouth with a plop, and took him in my hand. Gently but firmly I stroked him
as his penis began to pulse.

"Oh, Dr. Smith!" he cried. I raised the plastic jar and held it next to his
cock as he began to spasm. One blast, then two, I caught in the jar. Enough
for a lab sample. I put my mouth back over his cock as he shot three more
times, loving the feel of his warm spunk washing over my tongue and the
back of my throat. It tasted wonderful, like pure boy.

Slowly, he recovered. I stood, put the lid on the jar, and set it aside.
Then I took him in my arms.  "Thank you, sweet Ryan," I said. "That was
amazing."

"Thank me?" he asked, incredulous. "Thank you! That was the most wonderful
thing I've ever felt. I've fooled around before, but no one has ever made
me feel that way."

"I'm glad." I pulled slightly away from him and looked deep in his
eyes. "Now, you're going to have to wait here for a moment. I want to go to
the lab to drop off your sample and see if your blood tests are ready."

"All right."

				   * * *

I lay back down on the table and languished there, loving the afterglow
feeling from that wonderful blowjob. I just wished Dr. Smith had stayed a
bit longer, to lay down on the table with me and hold me in his strong
arms. I loved him, even though I just met him. Still, I was scared about
what he was going to tell me. Did I have cancer? Was I going to have to be
circumcised?

Soon enough, Dr. Smith returned. There was a grave look on his face, and I
knew the answers to my questions.

"Doc, tell me. What is it? Do I have ball cancer?"

"Oh, Ryan, I'm afraid so. There's no doubting the blood test. I'm sorry."

"Oh God. Am I going to die?"

"No, absolutely not. I won't permit it. However, I am going to have to
operate on you. I have to remove the cancerous tissue."

"You mean my balls?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. It's the only way to save your life."

I began to cry. I was going to be a eunuch. "Did you tell my mom?"

"Yes. She's in the waiting room. Do you want to see her?"

"No, I guess not. Can we get this over with?"

"Yes, I am fully equipped to handle this operation in my office. There will
have to be a nurse present.  Also, I'm afraid you will have to be
circumcised as well, because your frenum has developed an infection that
may abscess if we let it go."

He came to me, put his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest and
just let everything go. I loved his scent, a mixture of Old Spice and
masculinity and clean. I cried like I've never cried in my life. It seemed
like the tears would never stop, but Dr. Smith just held me, stroked my
hair, whispered to me how much he loved me. Finally, when my sobs had
lessened a bit, he put his hand underneath my chin and raised my head so he
could look in my eyes again.

"Ryan, I think it's time we got started. The sooner we remove the cancer,
the sooner you'll recover, all right? Remember that I love you and I will
use all my skill. And I am not unskilled. Please try not to be too afraid."

"Doctor, what will happen to me after I have no balls anymore?"

"Well, in clinical terms, you'll be a eunuch. Of course, you won't be able
to have children. But with hormone replacement therapy, you should be able
to have a normal sex life. You'll still be able to get hard and even cum.
There just won't be any sperm in your cum."

"Really? I'll still be able to have sex?"

"I guarantee it."

"Will I still be able to have sex with you?"

He hugged me close again and kissed my forehead tenderly. "Well, we'll see
about that, my sweet Ryan.  But I would like nothing better. Now, we better
get started, okay?"

"Okay."

Dr. Smith was then busy for several minutes. He called the nurse into the
room, and she helped me into a gown, and then down the hall into the
doctor's operating room. There was another table there, and she had me take
off the robe and lie down. Dr. Smith then came in, and held my hand for a
moment, just looking at me.

He disengaged. He went to the sink and scrubbed his hands thoroughly, and
put on a pair of latext gloves. He had a mask around his neck, but it
wasn't covering his mouth yet. Then he said, "All right, son, we're going
to shave you now." He called the nurse over, and took a pair of clippers
from her.  Turning them on, he quickly shaved my pubic hair and balls until
they were completely hairless. It tickled, and I giggled a little despite
my fear. My penis twitched again, and I marveled at how it could still
respond despite what was about to happen.

Finished, the doctor whom I loved turned to me again. "Now, Ryan, I have to
give you a couple shots to numb you up, all right?"

"All right," I squeaked. Now I was really scared again. The nurse produced
a hypodermic needle that looked huge to me. It was filled with clear
fluid. She handed it to the doctor.

"Now just relax, Ryan." Even though he couldn't say it with the nurse in
the room, I could see in his eyes that he loved me. He inserted the needle
into the right side of my ball sac. It hurt, a lot, and I squeezed my eyes
shut. He pressed the plunger slowly until about half the fluid was
gone. Then he pulled out the needle and inserted it into the other side,
and pressed down the plunger again. Finished, he handed the needle back to
the nurse.

"Now, we'll just wait a minute until you're all numb. Are you doing all
right?"

"Yes, I guess so. I'm very scared though."

"I know, boy. It'll be over very soon." He regarded me for a moment before
he spoke again. "We are going to do the operation with you lying down like
this, except we'll slide you up so your testicles are hanging off the
table. That way we'll be able to use gravity to our advantage. But you
won't be able to see what we're doing. If you like, I can set up a mirror
so you can see."

"Yes, I think I'd like that."

"All right." Dr. Smith gestured to the nurse, and together they set up a
mirror on a bending arm near the table. "Now, son, slide your butt up until
its about half off the table, all right?" I obeyed, and slid until my legs
were hanging off. The doctor gripped my hanging balls tightly. "Can you
feel that?" I shook my head no. I didn't feel anything but a very slight
pressure.

"Okay, if you hadn't been numb, you would be in extreme pain now, so I
think we're ready to go. Nurse, get that mirror ready and bring me the
bands and surgical tape."

The nurse set up the mirror so I could see my crotch. My dick and balls
looked funny hanging off the table like that. The doctor took surgical tape
and taped my penis to my stomach to get it out of his way.  "We don't want
that in our way, do we?" The doctor then put on his mask, and the nurse did
the same.  He took a small elastic band from the metal tray the nurse had
placed beside his chair. Dr. Smith stretched the band with his fingers and
slipped my balls through it. He pulled it high up, almost to where my ball
sac met my body. Then he let it snap closed, constricting my blood flow. I
jumped, but it didn't hurt at all. "Now we have to wait a minute again."

As I watched, my balls started to hang lower, and lower, pulling away from
my body. The doctor then placed a second band just below the first. Now, my
scrotal sac was hanging lower than it ever had before. I can't even
describe how I felt at that moment. I knew my testicles were nearing the
end of their young lives as part of my body, but I felt calm. Dr. Smith
worked with care and skill, and I knew he wouldn't be doing this unless it
were absolutely necessary.

Then, the doctor placed the third band just above the swelling of my ball
sac where my testicles were.  There was now a three- to four-inch length of
skin between the upper two and bottom bands. I knew that was where the
doctor was going to cut.

"Nurse, bring me the scalpel." She did so. "Now Ryan, you don't have to
watch this. There will be some blood."

"It's all right," I said. "Go ahead."

He looked at me for a moment again. "You're a very brave boy," he said. I
could hear the respect and love in his voice.

Dr. Smith took the scalpel and placed the sharp edge against the exposed
length of skin beneath the bands. "Nurse, bring me the scrap tray, please,"
he instructed. Then, quickly, he made a cut in the skin. A small amount of
blood trickled into the tray on the floor beneath my soon to be severed
balls. The skin pulled away from the wound, and I could see two cord-like
things, red with my blood. The doctor cut all the way around the
circumference of the skin. Soon the cord-things were completely exposed.
The doctor grasped them between his fingers and pulled briskly. I felt a
deep pulling inside my belly, and a flare of pain there, but it didn't last
long. Incredibly, my penis was hard and pulsing, trapped against my belly.
I didn't feel remotely sexy at the moment, but that didn't seem to bother
my cock. It was leaking pre-cum like mad.

Fascinated, I continued to watch as the doctor pulled my balls away from my
body. When he was satisfied with how far he had pulled the cords, he took a
serrated knife-like device from his tray, and began to saw through them.
They were obviously tough, fibrous and resistant to cutting. He sawed and
sawed. First one cord parted, and he started on the other. As the first
cord was severed, my hard boy cock gave a great spasm and the thickest wad
of cum I'd ever seen blasted from my penis and splattered on my upper
chest. I gasped in reaction to the powerful orgasm, which was the strangest
I'd ever felt. It wasn't precisely pleasant, but it felt almost primal,
almost as if my balls were sending a distress signal to my brain. Ignoring
this, the doctor continued to saw. Soon, both cords were severed, and I
heard a "plop" and a "clang" as my balls and the third metal band dropped
into the tray beneath me. More blood flowed.

He had done it. I was castrated.

I closed my eyes. I could feel the doctor working quickly to sew my wound
closed, and then he removed the other two bands. I couldn't help it, I was
crying silently, tears running down my cheeks.

When I opened my eyes, Dr. Smith was standing beside me, the scrap tray
containing my balls in his hand. "Scoot back up, son. You should still be
numb down there." I was, and I slid until my body was fully back on the
table. "Nurse, could you leave us for a moment, please? I can conduct the
circumcision alone."

When she'd left, he asked me, "Do you want to see them?"

I sniffed, not understanding. "See them? Oh, my balls. Yes, I guess so."

Dr. Smith lowered the tray so I could see inside. He'd removed the band, so
my sac lay open. There was some blood, but mostly just a clear fluid
inside. There were two separate sacs inside the larger bag of my skin. The
doctor took his scalpel and sliced them open, and through the whitish fluid
that came out, I could see two perfectly spherical, light blue objects. My
balls. They were beautiful in their way. I gazed at them, not really
understanding what I was seeing, but transfixed anyway.

"Fascinating, aren't they?" the doctor asked. I nodded silently in
response.

He took the tray away and came back to take my hand. He'd removed his
gloves. He looked into my eyes yet again. "Ryan, you're very brave, and I'm
very proud of you. You have my word that I will do everything I can for you
to make sure you have as normal a life as possible, and it won't cost your
mother a penny. You will have the best of care."

"Thank you, Dr. Smith. That means a lot. I can feel how much you care for
me."

"I do. Now, we have one more piece of business to conduct. This will be
much easier for you, so please lie back and relax." He let go my hand and
went to scrub up again and get a fresh pair of gloves. When he came back,
he had a clear plastic tube in his hand. He put it in a tray next to the
table. In the tray were already a white plastic clamp-type device, another
scalpel, and another hypodermic needle full of clear liquid.

"That's a Tara Klamp. It's what I'm going to use when I circumcise you.
You'll have to wear it for about a week when we're finished here, but it
shouldn't cause you much discomfort." He grinned. "And you'll get to miss a
little school."

I grinned back. "Okay, then get started."

				   * * *

I was trying to hold back tears as I castrated the boy, but he was so brave
that I felt I could do no less.  After I was done and I'd shown him his
severed testicles, I got to work on his circumcision. I've often found that
showing the boys their testicles after I've had to castrate them has a
calming effect, as if they're able to look at the whole operation with
detachment and wonder.

Now, it was time to circumcise him. First I removed the surgical tape from
his penis to free it. I took the hypodermic and injected another local
anaesthetic into his penis. I made it quick, but I could tell it hurt him
from his small cry the other injections hadn't numbed his penis. I measured
his foreskin and marked the place I would cut with a marker.

"We have to wait for that shot to work, son. Just a minute or so should be
enough. Do you have any questions for me in the meantime?"

"Well, I did want to know one thing. Do you ... do you have any children of
your own?"

"No, I don't. Why do you ask?"

"Well," the boy started shyly, "My dad ... he died when I was just a
baby. I've never known what it was like to have a father."

"I'm sorry, Ryan. I know any man would be proud to have you for a son."

"Thanks. But ... well, I was wondering ... do you ... could you be my dad?"

"Oh Ryan, I think that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever asked me. I'll
tell you what. I don't think I can be your dad. But I love you very much,
and I would be honored to be your godfather. Do you know what that is?"

"No ..." Ryan couldn't keep the disappointment from his voice.

"It means that I will always look out for you. And as often as your mother
allows, I will spend time with you, and bring you presents, and take you to
fun places, and provide for you. I'm very wealthy, did you know that?"

"No."

"Well, I am. Pediatric urology is quite a lucrative field. That means that
I have a lot of extra money. And I can provide for your future. And I would
like to do just that, if you'll let me. What do you say?"  "I say
great. Thanks, Doc."

"You're most welcome, my brave Ryan. Now, I think that shot has had time to
work, so let's get started."

"All right."

I tested whether the local had taken effect, just to make sure. It had. I
took the small plastic tube from the tray, and pulled back Ryan's foreskin
until the head was completely exposed. I placed the plastic tube over the
head of his boy penis until it was snug. The head was now fully inside the
tube. I then pulled the foreskin up over the tube until the mark I'd made
earlier was visible. Then I took the Tara Klamp device from the tray and
fitted it over the tube and Ryan's stretched foreskin. I pressed the
plastic locking devices into place, which held the foreskin securely for
cutting.

Now, Ryan's penis was ready for circumcision. "Still all right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I think I'm going to miss my foreskin more than my balls,
though. I remember how good it felt before it started to hurt, and I could
skin back and jerk off ..." he trailed off wistfully.

"Well, don't give up hope, boy. After we get your infection healed, there's
a chance I can put a new foreskin on you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. But just relax for now. Let's get this over with and we'll
talk about that later."

I took the scalpel from the tray, and carefully began my incision. My
skilled hands remembered their work, and were completely steady. I sliced
around the circumference of the penis, being oh so careful to cut as
straight as possible. I was determined to make this circumcision the
cleanest I'd ever performed this wonderful boy deserved no less.

I finished my incision, and pulled the severed foreskin away. There was
little blood. Thank God for the Tara Klamp, I thought. It made what was
once a dicey operation pretty much routine. I took an alcohol pad and
sterilized the wound.

"All done, my boy."

"Wow, that was fast."

"Yes, well, I have good tools. Plus I'm a pretty good doctor."

I cleaned up the operating theater as I talked to the boy. "Now, as I said,
you'll have to wear that for a week. Then come back to the office, and
we'll take the clamp off. After that, we can begin treating that infection,
and get you back good as new. In the meantime, I'll write you a
prescription for some Vicodin so you can deal with any discomfort as you
heal. Once we take the clamp off, you'll just have a little scar tissue
that will drop off quickly."

"Thank you, Dr. Smith. Thank you ... for everything. I love you." Ryan sat
up a little and held his arms out to me. I grasped him and held him tight.

"You are welcome, my new godson. I promise, you will never want for
anything. Now, let's get you dressed. I'm sure your mother is beside
herself with worry for you."

"All right."

				   * * *

It's been about two weeks since my surgery, and Dr. Smith was as good as
his word. He talked to my mom, and she agreed to let him be my
godfather. Honestly, I think it was a bit of a relief for her it's been
hard on her raising me on her own. Now, I can call Dr. Smith when I need
anything at all, and he drops everything to help me. He's promised me that
when I heal fully, he'll take another 'sperm sample' from me. It's our
little joke, but I can't wait for it to really come true.

I love him so much he's my doctor.



                              THE END