Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2012 15:50:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: City Man Clinic Part 4

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This story is my first attempt at dealing with unusual sexual practices
involving pain etc. Don't do SM unless you are sure that you can cope with
it. Be safe and don't go off with people you don't know.

City Man Clinic deals with some of the most intimate aspects of men's lives
and one never knows what each day will bring. There are always the requests
for health checks be they for work or sports clubs, the usual range of
sexual dysfunctions: premature ejaculators and those who don't seem to be
able to keep it up for one reason or another. At least once a week I
perform a circumcision, for either cosmetic, sexual or medical motives. The
lavage and irrigation suite is becoming more popular as word spreads of
Peter Adebi's expertise and handling in this area. Last week though we had
one of those cases which totally blows your mind away, a young man who had
foolishly ventured into an unfamiliar world.

GARY

A pale, skinny youth presented himself in the consulting room. He looked
tired and frightened as he introduced himself as Gary M. aged 18. He told
me that he was gay and that he did not have a steady boyfriend but that he
"messed around" whenever he got the chance. Two nights ago he had met a
group of three men who took an interest in him at the X Bar and had invited
him back to one their houses for "some fun". Now he felt as if he wanted to
curl up and die. He said his body hurt all over and that he never imagined
people could do such horrible things to each other.

"They beat me with a cane, did things to my chest and really hurt my
dick. I think I'm getting infections from what they did. My nipples hurt so
bad and it's like there are razor blades in my foreskin when I try to pee."
With that he started to sob, the tears running down his pimply face.

I got up from my chair and gently put my arm around his shoulders promising
that all would be OK once we had had a look at where it hurt. I have seen a
few bad results from cock and ball torture in my time and more than one
case of infected nipple glands so I tried to reassure Gary that the pain
would soon go away. Helping him to his feet I let him slowly get undressed
so that we could treat whatever injuries he had.

Gary's penis and foreskin looked extremely red and sore at first glance and
his nipples were massively swollen with what appeared to be a boil erupting
at the side of each one. Turning him around I could see the weals left by a
cane and the red patches still burning where he had been paddled.

"Do you know how many times you were struck or how long they beat you for?"

"I can't remember. It just hurts so much now. It's so sore just near the
crack."

Gary said that he had tried to put a bit of skin cream on his buttocks but
that it had not made much difference. His flesh was certainly raw and I
could imagine that moisturising lotion would have little or no effect.

"Hold on in there Gary. We'll clean you up first with a mild disinfectant
solution." A few drops of Dettol in tepid water would suffice for
that. Gary jerked in pain when the liquid touched the raw parts but I kept
my left hand gently on his shoulder to reassure him. Once the flesh was
thoroughly cleaned I spread an anagelsic balm over the whole area to cool
his buttocks and make him a little more comfortable.

Turning attention to his genitals it was obvious on looking closely that he
had been subjected to some serious pain inducing techniques. The skin of
Gary's scrotum was tender but there was no evidence of skin breaks. His
foreskin was another matter.

Gary's penis was pale and thin at the base and the organ hung about four
inches in front of him. His foreskin I took to be still boyishly long,
protruding as it did beyond the glans. But it was bruised, red, swollen and
very obviously distended. "What happened here Gary, what did they do to
you?" I already had a fair idea but wanted to know the details as far as he
could remember them.

"They said they liked uncut boy meat and started to play with me. At first
it was just fun. They were all circumcised and each one tried to pull my
foreskin over his cock head. That hurt with the biggest of them, `cos of
the size of his helmet but I could put up with it. They did this to me
before they caned and beat me. I thought they were just going to have fun
and then one of them held me tight, another pulled my foreskin as hard as
he could and got one of his fingers in it to stretch it and then the third
put an alligator clip on, one blade inside, one blade outside. That's when
I screamed for the first time and realised they were bad men."

"You poor boy. It must have been awful for you. You had no idea what they
wanted till then?"

"They did that four times and in the end I was in agony with four clips
biting into my foreskin, front and back and at the sides. They just left me
crying and then started on my nipples. Pinching, squeezing and then putting
big bulldog clips on them. Opening and closing them, snapping them and
twisting them on me. It was hell. I just wanted to die and let it be all
over."

As I looked at Gary's chest I could see that the skin had been broken and
that the glands below his nipples had somehow become infected and swollen,
the boy must have been in continual pain for the last two days.

"We'll have a look at your foreskin first. Can you pull it back for me?"

"I usually can but not now. No, it hurts too much."

I could see the pin prick marks left by the alligator clips. These ran in
four double lines down from the end of the foreskin towards the bulge of
the glans. The whole thing was a mess of swollen damaged flesh. I very
gently tried to pull the skin back, just a fraction, even just far enough
to expose the tip of Gary's glans but he screamed with pain as the wounded
skin stretched and pulled. I let go and pondered what to do for him.

Knowing that the clips would have inflicted even more sensitive wounds on
the tender inner flesh of his foreskin I decided that a disinfecting rinse
using a small rubber bulb would be the best course of action to begin
with. Filling the bulb with tepid Dettol water I asked Gary to go and lie
down on the couch. Putting a folded towel in between his legs and a small
bowl to catch the drops I asked him to hold tight for a few moments. Very
carefully pushing the lubricated nozzle into the narrow opening of his
foreskin, I squeezed on the bulb and watched his foreskin balloon as the
water filled the gap between glans and foreskin. As the balloon of skin got
bigger and bigger I could see Gary's body stiffening as the pain
intensified.

Gary sighed and a few tears appeared in the corners of his eyes as the
liquid flushed out his most private space. I repeated the process three
times, confident that he would now be clean inside. Still I needed to get
his foreskin retracted to be sure that nothing was permanently damaged,
especially his frenum which had possibly been caught by one of the clips.

"I'm going to put some lidocaine cream on you foreskin. It's very cold and
in a few minutes you won't be able to feel much. Then you can pull your
skin back and we can see what it's like inside down there." I applied the
white cream to the outer surface of Gary's foreskin and massaged ever so
carefully a large quantity into the opening trying to get my finger in as
far as possible without causing him further discomfort.

"While that's taking effect, let's just clean up around your chest."

Gary's nipples were still very tender and sore to the touch as his jerking
body testified when I went to palpitate the areas concerned. Apart from a
disinfecting wipe and a couple of dabs of lidocaine cream to give him some
temporary relief there was not much else that could be done, though I
intended to prescribe him some mild antibiotics to counteract any infection
which may had gotten into his glands.

As the cream began to take effect on his penis I tried to encourage him and
give him some friendly advice for the future. "Time to find yourself a nice
boyfriend and listen to what mummy says, `don't go off with strange
men'. You'll find someone to be tender with you and one day you'll forget
this pain even if you still remember the experience. But look after
yourself in the future. There are men who enjoy pain and hurt but that for
them, between themselves. Remember that."

"Now. Can you try to pull back your foreskin for me and we'll sort out the
problem for you."

Gary very slowly fingered his penis and once he was confident that it would
not hurt too much, bit by bit pulled the swollen bruised skin down over his
glans. I imagined that normally he could skin back in an instant and that
the prepuce would wrinkle behind his glans.

"Excellent. Very good" I said once he had uncovered the whole of the pink
tip of his penis. "Can you get it back as far as possible so that I can
see?"

Ever so slowly Gary stretched his foreskin down the shaft and as I expected
the bite of the alligator clips had seriously punctured the inside of his
foreskin. "Hold it there for a moment." Adding another layer of cream I
massaged into the flesh, as gently as possible, an application of
antibacterial ointment before asking Gary to pull up his foreskin back to
the normal position.

"Well Gary, let me tell you that's there's no permanent damage done. You
might have some scarring on you foreskin for a few months but give it a few
days and the swellings will start to go down. I'm giving some antibiotics
against any infections that might be building up, especially in your chest
and there's some antibacterial cream here to put on your foreskin twice a
day. Try and get some of it inside by pulling it back a bit at a time.
There's nothing we can do about your bottom apart from rubbing it fwith
antiseptic cream a couple of times a day for the next few days. Why don't
you get dressed now and go home for a good sleep."

Gary put back on his skimpy briefs and jeans and slowly pulled on a polo
shirt over his thin upper body. I looked at him wondering just what scrapes
he might have got himself into over the years and almost wished I could
take him home myself for a few days of tender loving care but work is work
and private lives should be kept apart. He certainly looked vulnerable and
so my parting words, after suggesting that he come back in a week when the
antibiotics would be finished, were "Look after yourself. Remember, if you
can't be good, be careful."

City Man Clinic will return to normal service in the next episode. Let me
know if you have any interesting doctor-patient scenarios or fantasies to
develop. Jeremy