National Service

“Attention! Short arm inspection in the quadrangle in two minutes!”

Our squad commander bellowed the news through the door of our room, waking us up. None of us bothered to put on any clothing, we just ambled out of the dorm, naked as the day we were born, to stand in the bright sunshine of a beautiful July day.

Today was the first day of my National Service. It’s compulsory if you’re an Italian boy who has turned 18. My folks had dropped me off at the gate to this compound last night and sent me on my way amid tears and admonishments to “Be good.” I suppose I’d lately been giving my parents no reason to suspect that I would follow this last instruction. They considered me a tearaway, a bad influence on my younger siblings and a failing Christian. My mother had the local priest on speed dial. Dad hoped that a year of national service would set me straight and instill in me a sense of responsibility and maturity. From what I had heard, this year was more likely to instill in me a newly found tolerance to alcohol and even more “sexpertise” as I liked to say.

My dorm mates were a mixed bag of losers. They were all my age, from all over the country. No one snored. So far, that’s all I really cared about.

“I am Squad Commander Angelluci. You will address me as “Sir”…Stand up straight!”

His bellowing was going to give me a headache. He started at the far end of the line. I could see him out of the corner of my eye as he looked each of us up and down. Occasionally his hand would snake forward to grab a cock and skin it back. Then he stood before me, his hand reached out to grab me…

What happened to you, boy?” His hand came to rest on my chest as his eyes became glued to my circumcised cock.

“Are you a Jew?”

“No sir!” I replied.

“Well what happened to your foreskin?”

“My father decided to punish me for enjoying it too much, so he skinned my cock.”

I could see the growing evidence of his excitement in his pants. He reached out and tugged at the shaft, satisfying himself that there was no slack.

“Very well cadet. Carry on.”

And with that, he moved on. The others in the lineup stared at my skin free cock with a mixture of hostility, pity and curiosity.

Later we were issued with our uniforms, and started boot camp training in earnest.

At the end of the day, we were all exhausted and badly in need of a shower. Showering was a communal affair as you can imagine. Sight of my totally naked prick caused renewed interest among my colleagues.

“How does it feel, y’ know, to have been circumcised?”
“How do you jerk off?”
“Did it hurt?”
“Is it any different?”
“How old were you when your old man got you done?”

But the next squad was already coming in, so they all shut up.

The questions continued that night until I finally just told them the whole story.

When I was fifteen, my dad had caught me jerking off to a porno video. He flew into a rage and warned me that if he caught me again, I would surely regret it. Of course it didn’t stop me, but I became a lot more cautious. I was unlucky. I’d just finished jerking off in the toilet (which I’d locked) when dad came to use it too. I was flushed in my cheeks, but that wasn’t enough to convict me. Unfortunately, I hadn’t noticed how far I’d sprayed my load, and a glistening drop of semen lay on the tiled floor, right at my dad’s feet. He glanced down to where I was looking and smirked. He grabbed my wrist and marched me to our garden, away from the house. He bound my wrists together behind the trunk of a large old oak tree. Then more ropes were used to secure my body and feet. Without even saying a word, he stared into my eyes and I knew that if I made a sound, I would be in even more trouble. He jerked my pants down to my bound ankles and exposed my dick. He pulled out a filleting knife, snapped back my foreskin as far as it would go, and filleted my frenulum. He ran the knife full circle around my shaft, then dragged my entire foreskin out, beyond my glans as far as it would stretch. In one final fell swoop, he severed that skin from my body. The pain was overwhelming and the blood steamed freely in rivulets down my thighs to drip into the soil. He held my severed foreskin aloft in his reddened hand smiled at me. “Good boy” he said.

I must have passed out, because when I came to, I was in my bed, with my cock bandaged and aching. I tentatively undid the bandages and saw that I’d been stitched together with sewing thread and that my glans was now forever exposed to the world. We never spoke of it directly again. We simply pretended that it had never happened. A week later, he said when we were alone, “Those stitches should come out soon.” So that night in the bath, I took out the stitches. That’s the story of my circumcision.

It didn’t stop me from jerking off. It’s just different now – I need lubricant. My head has flared out a lot too, and the sex is great. Girls like going down on me – they say it looks so sexy and masculine. One guy at my school begged to get cut when he saw all the chicks who’d blown me.

Everyone went to “sleep” after my little story. It was a restless night, with all sorts of wet noises and gasps and groans.

Next morning, Angelluci addressed the entire group of cadets at breakfast.

“I was very impressed with what I saw yesterday. At short arm inspection, I came across a cadet who had undergone a circumcision. He was a model of health, respect and vitality. His penis was exceptional – proud and flaring and immaculately clean. I have decided, therefore, that each of you shall be circumcised tomorrow. You will be compensated for the loss of your foreskins by an entire day of free time today. I suggest you make the most of it.”

“But I don’t want to be circumcised!” yelled a cadet behind me.

“Name?”

“Cadet Gianoli, sir.”

“Cadet, you shall be circumcised…”

“But…”

“Without the benefit of anaesthesia. Any other complaints?”

There was utter silence.

“Good. Dismissed!”

I wandered around the grounds all day. Little groups of cadets were busily playing with themselves and each other, trying to get the last drop of pleasure out of their foreskins, before the inevitable snip. 

Plenty of cadets tried to escape, but they were all brought back to the compound and tied to their beds. Their names were also added to Gianoli’s on the list of circumcisions without anaesthetic. Some guys felt really sorry for the failed escape artists, so they sat with them and jerked them off.

A few cadets asked to see my tool, so they could work out what was about to befall them, and how it would all work afterwards. I spent most of the afternoon giving impromptu tutorials on circumcision and masturbation techniques for the tightly circumcised male.

The boys rubbed themselves until they were too sore to jerk off anymore. That was when the fear set in. More boys tried to escape under the cover of darkness, but were promptly returned to their beds and strapped in for the night, their names added to the list.

In the morning, all cadets were admonished to wash themselves particularly well, then report immediately to the medical wing in nothing but their boxer shorts. I was required to assist the surgeons. It was my duty to thoroughly clean and disinfect every foreskin before surgery. No shaving was to be performed, as it would take too long. After all, we did have about 120 foreskins to take care of.

I manned the first station. The first cadet was called in. He looked grey with apprehension. I found his name wasn’t on “The List” so after preparing his cock, I sent him to station two where a nurse injected local anaesthetic into the base of his penis. From there, he was sent to station three. Dr. Mendicino selected a gomco clamp and indicated the lad should lie down on the first of three beds. The doctor retracted the lad’s thick, swollen foreskin and applied the bell. He reflected the juicy foreskin over the metal and applied the clamping device. The nervous cadet watched as his foreskin turned red then purple then blue-grey. Dr. Verdi, who manned station four, then took up a scalpel and ran it around the clamp, forever severing the cadet’s foreskin from his penis. A few sutures were implanted to keep the wound edges together and the newly made man was sent on his way.

We had a production line going. Each cadet spent about five minutes at each station. The limiting step was the suturing at station four. It was about an hour before I found the first name on The List. This boy was ashen and shaking with fear. I tried to reassure him, but as I remembered the pain of my own circumcision only too well, I couldn’t sound very convincing. I sent him through to station three. As he lay down on the bed, he could see the jar of foreskins Dr. Verdi had been collecting. He closed his eyes as Dr. Mendecino placed the bell over his glans, preparing himself for the agony to come. As the screw was tightened, the poor cadet couldn’t control himself. He just screamed and screamed. Tears ran freely down his cheeks. I went over to him and held his hand. He gripped my wrist and I stared into his watering eyes. It must have helped him, because he stopped struggling and crying. When Dr. Verdi came to circumcise him, he kept on staring at my face, and toughed it out like a man. Even through the suturing, he held it together. He thanked me as he got up and slowly waddled to his room. It was a job I had to repeat for almost all the other boys on The List.

We’d been circumcising for almost 12 hours straight before the waiting room was finally empty. The jar was totally full of grey teenage foreskins. The dorms were totally full of sore, newly circumcised cadets, contemplating a roundhead future in a country of cavaliers. Finally, squad commander Angelluci appeared before me, and dropped his pants. Without a word, I began cleansing his long, floppy foreskin. He got an erection, as many of the cadets had done. I sent him through to station two, but he went straight on to lie down at station three. The last cadet was still there, being stitched up. You can imagine his surprise! Squad commander Angelluci was circumcised without anaesthetic, right there where so many of his cadets had been circumcised that very day. He took it like a man – didn’t even make a sound throughout the whole procedure. His foreskin was placed on top of the jar and his cock was stitched back together.

Word spread like wildfire around the dorms. It really helped the guys to know that their commanding officer had the guts to go through it with them. 

It’s now a year since the mass circumcision of my cadet corps. I made lots of friends among the guys, teaching them about their new tools. The guys I helped through the cutting became my closest friends. Most guys are pretty happy now with their circumcisions. Commander Angelluci has been thanked personally by quite a few cadets. The idea has spread to some other national service barracks – more than a few cadets across the country are leaving their skins behind this year!

It’s time for us to go and join the real world again, but I’m staying. I’ve been asked to join the National Service as an assistant squad commander full time. I have a feeling I know what my duties will involve with the fresh batch of cadets turning up here on Monday.

The End.