PUNK  PATROL

by Geoffrey Francis

Adam eased the big camper van through the last remnants of the morning
rush hour traffic on the Euston Road.  As he drove he looked frequently
at the gold and green sticker on the left hand side of the windscreen. 
This was his first day as a fully qualified and licenced Government
Inspector and the sticker gave him an absolute right to park the big
vehicle anywhere that didn't pose a severe safety hazard.  In his pocket
was his brand new identity card, also in green and gold, which proved
his right to stop any male apparently between the ages of 16 and 25 and
require him to submit to inspection and possible further corrective
action.

Today's assignment was to collect as many of the Punks as he could from
London's streets and give them "the works" as his boss had put it.  If
he could manage to pick up a French tourist or two as well then his boss
would be doubly pleased as he hated the damned Frogs.  "The Euston Road
should prove fruitful", he mused, "what with the three big railway
stations and Capital Radio to attract the kids to this area."  Adam was
not mistaken in his expectations and he soon spotted a typical Punk kid
hanging around on the street corner by the new British Library site.

Turning left, Adam parked outside the local council building in Judd
Street and went back to confront the Punk, sizing him up as he went. 
The boy was about 19 and had a shaven head apart from a blue cockscomb
standing up at least six inches down the centre.  He wore jeans which
had been carefully cut with a knife to give a torn appearance and show
his knees and several bits of his leg.  At the rear they also exposed
much of his buttocks.  The kid wore no shirt, but a sleeveless black
leather jerkin covered in studs and badges proclaiming his support for
CND, whales, Greenpeace, legalised cannabis, etc.  On his left wrist he
wore a broad band of leather copiously covered with studs.  Three
earrings hung from his left ear and a further two from the right, whilst
his nose sported a pair of gold studs.  The outfit was finished off with
a pair of filthily muddy boots.  "Just the sort to take down a peg or
two and see how he squirms", thought Adam.

"Good Morning", he said, showing his identity card, "I'm one of Her
Majesty's Youth Inspectors and by the authority invested in me require
you to accompany me for inspection."   The Punk replied, "Go piss
yourself.  I ain't goin nowhere."  Adam was prepared for this, after all
his training he knew what to expect from the sort of kids he would be
collecting.  "I order you to accompany me to the Inspection facility
now, or to face arrest for obstructing one of Her Majesty's Inspectors
in the course of his duties." he said, whilst preparing to use his
handcuffs on the lad.  The Punk spat at him and turned to walk away. 
Adam rapidly snapped the handcuffs on the kid and dragged him off to the
camper van.

Adam unlocked the rear door and forced the lad up into the specially
laid out interior.  Although from the outside it appeared to be
perfectly normal, this was no standard camper.  Its windows didn't
really exist and the whole place was totally soundproofed.  The rear
door could only be opened with a special key and code number, so that
once a victim was inside he couldn't escape.  As the Punk stopped to get
his bearings in this strange location, Adam acted swiftly and seized a
prepared syringe from a shelf.  Plunging the needle into the kid's bare
right arm, he injected a suitable dose of relaxant so that the lad would
no longer put up any resistance.

Two minutes later Adam removed the handcuffs from the kid and took a
Polaroid camera from the locker.  "Now strip", he said.  The Punk
hesitated.  "I said STRIP, and I mean NOW" boomed Adam, his face pushed
almost into that of the Punk.  The lad gave one final spit of defiance
and started to do as he was instructed.  Adam took a photograph as each
part of the kid's body was exposed.  Eventually the boy was naked as the
day he was born.  Adam collected the kid's clothes and placed them in a
cupboard which he then locked tight shut.  The Punk wasn't going
anywhere now without Adam's permission.

Adam produced his stethoscope and proceeded to give the Punk the usual
sort of medical checkup that one would expect to get from the local GP -
heart and lungs; eyes; ears; throat - all were inspected in turn.  "Turn
round.  Legs wide apart.  Bend over." instructed Adam.  The next thing
the Punk knew was a large cold metal object being thrust into his anus,
stretching the ring beyond the point of pain.  "Yee..ow!" he yelped, and
tried to stand up but Adam's hand was on his shoulders and held him
down.  The dilator was removed and Adam's inserted three fingers into
the kid's bum to probe his prostate and make him feel very uncomfortable
at the same time.

The fingers were removed and the kid was instructed to stand up and turn
back to face Adam.  The probing of the rectum had done its trick and the
boy now had an erection, which Adam proceeded to photograph - to the
lad's increased embarrassment.  "I need to have a piss", the boy
whimpered.  "Excellent", said Adam.  "I was just about to instruct you
to fill this bottle for me."  He handed the lad a sample bottle and
watched as the kid filled it with a stream of golden liquid.  Another
photo also joined the collection.

"On the couch."  Instructed Adam, really enjoying his power over the
lad.  The Punk obeyed and was soon lying on his back on the cold leather
examination couch which ran the length of the right hand side of the
vehicle.  No sooner was he on the couch than Adam lifted the kid's legs
up through rings hanging from the roof and then fastened his wrists to
smaller rings above his head.  The Punk was unable to move very much as
Adam felt his balls and carefully measured their sizes.  Next came a
close examination of the kid's penis.  Adam noted that the boy was
uncircumcised, as he had expected, and that the foreskin was long and
supple, coming a good inch beyond the tip of the glans.  Without
difficulty the foreskin peeled back to expose the kid's glans and smegma
filled coronal groove.

Adam roughly thrust the foreskin back as far as he could to try and
stretch the frenum to the point where it hurt the lad, but there was so
much skin there that he couldn't push it all back far enough.  He took a
swab and started to remove the smegma from the groove.  As he did so, he
asked the lad why he had not been Circumcised.  "My parents didn't want
it done and neither do I, I like my skin" was the reply.  Adam grinned
to himself and picked up another swab which he dipped in antiseptic
solution before applying to the hapless boy's glans, foreskin and whole
genital area.

A needle was inserted into the kid's perineum, just left of the median
raphe, and an injection was given to numb the nerves to the testicle.  A
similar injection was given on the right hand side.  Adam's training
told him that these injections would completely numb the scrotum and
testicles for about three hours, and would have a slight numbing effect
on the penis - but not enough to stop the boy feeling the Circumcision
that he was about to undergo.  The boy's testicles would become quite
bruised during the operation but the kid wouldn't find this out until
the injection wore off, leaving yet another painful reminder of the half
hour which was about to follow.

The kid watched horror struck as Adam proceeded to place a clamp along
the top of his foreskin and close the jaws until the skin was crushed
tightly between them.  The boy was surprised though that, although he
had felt the clamp being placed on him, this action didn't hurt at all
after the first moment or two.  What he didn't know was that the clamp
was so tight that the nerve endings were completely crushed and unable
to function.  After what seemed to the Punk like ages, Adam removed the
clamp and cut quickly down the crushed foreskin.  It was at this point
that the Punk realised that something serious was going on and he yelled
out, "What the heck do you think you're doing.  I told you I didn't want
to be Circumcised, and I don't want no other things done to my prick
neither.  I'll have the Law on you, just you see."

Adam waited until the outburst finished and again showed the Punk his ID
card, before explaining to the furious boy that Inspectors like him were
fully authorised by the Government to stop any lad in his late teens or
twenties and not only medically examine him, but also Circumcise him if
they so desired.  Adam DID so desire and thus the Punk would be
Circumcised, perfectly legally, whether he wanted it or not.  In fact,
the more a lad protested that he didn't want to be Circumcised the more
likely he was to have it forced upon him.  "I'm now going to skin you as
far back as I possibly can", he said, "because I like to see really
tightly cut Circumcisions."

When Adam had finished his handiwork and taken the last of his photos,
he released the boy from his bonds and allowed him to sit up to take a
good look at the modified penis he now carried.  Instead of an inch or
so of supple foreskin hanging over the glans, there was now no trace of
any loosness in the kid's shaft skin.  A broad band of bright red mucosa
was stretched tight from just behind the head to nearly half way down
the shaft, where it was stitched to the shaft skin in such a way that
there would be a pronounced scar line there for life.  There was no sign
of a frenum having ever existed, as Adam had sliced away all trace of
it.  Finally, there were four small stitches showing on the tip of the
glans around the piss slit.  As the kid looked at them Adam said, "I've
done a meotomy as well, to enlarge your piss slit because I like to see
a big hole there on a teenage boy.  It will sting a bit when you have a
piss for a day or two, but you'll soon get used to it."

Adam unlocked the small cupboard into which the boy's clothes had been
put.  He handed the kid back his socks, underpants and shirt all of
which were eagerly put back on by the Punk.  Meanwhile Adam was
searching the boy's trousers for some form of identity and for the boy's
wallet.  Having found the wallet, he extracted £5 from it and wrote out
an official receipt which he handed to the protesting boy saying,
"Here's your receipt for the statutory fee of £5 for your Circumcision." 
The boy was given back the remainder of his clothes and released from
the vehicle.

Adam cleaned up the small amount of blood, washed the Circumcision
instruments and put them away to be sterilised back at base.  He then
prepared another set of instruments and syringes ready for the next
victim.  He then returned to the driving cab and turned the vehicle
around to rejoin the Euston Road and continue his search for likely lads
to undergo the inspection and Circumcision.  As he drove past Euston
station Adam spotted the lad who'd be his next patient.  He was wearing
shorts and an anorak, and carrying a very large red rucksack.  The lad
was intently studying a map.  "Obviously a tourist", thought Adam.  "I
wonder if he is French or German.  Only one way to find out!"

Adam pulled up alongside the boy and called out to ask if he could help
the lad find his way.  The boy gratefully came over and Adam left the
cab to come round to meet him.  In French accented English the boy asked
the way to Regent's Park.  Adam gave him the directions and engaged him
in conversation about his holiday.  It transpired that the lad was 17
and on his own in London.  He was staying at Youth Hostels or camp sites
overnight.  His home was in Nice, where he was the youngest of three
brothers in a hotellier's family.  Adam then produced his ID card and
demanded that the lad come into the van with him for inspection.  

Once inside, the boy was given an injection like that given to the Punk
and made to strip.  Just as Adam had expected, he still had his
foreskin.  "The French never have taken to Circumcising their boys", he
thought to himself, "It's a good job we can now do something about it
for them."  Just like the Punk, the French boy protested as Adam clamped
and cut his foreskin - but all to no avail.  Thus another French
teenager's foreskin was sacrificed to Adam's pleasure, and a boy was
obliged to pay for the Circumcision which he hadn't wanted.

By the end of the day Adam had Circumcised five boys in the van.  A
sixth lad had been inspected, but he had already been Circumcised and so
was released immediately after his inspection was over.  Adam made back
to base to show his boss the photographic evidence of the day's labour.  
The boss was extremely pleased that three more Punks and two French lads
had undergone a compulsory and painful Circumcision.   Adam too was
enjoying his new job!


(C) 1989  Geoffrey Francis