Vladymir couldn't believe his good luck! He had been looking for work for almost
a year, ever since the Russian economy had collapsed and with it his job. He had
just about given up ever finding employment again, and now he was going to be
working on a new oil field in Saudi Arabia. He had seen the advertisement in the
paper a week ago, had applied and interviewed, but had not hoped to be accepted.
He had noticed in the personnel waiting room that there were dozens of other men
applying for the same job, and only 6 positions available. When the telephone
call came this morning, announcing his acceptance, it seemed like the answer to
his prayers. $65,000 a year, with no taxes and all housing and food costs
covered by the company. After a few short years, he would be able to return to
Russia a wealthy man and support his wife and children the way he wanted to.

Married just out of school, and blessed with two children in two years, Vlad had
always worked hard to support his family. He had worked on Russian oil fields
for 10 years. The hard, physical work had developed his muscles to the point
that people often assumed he was a professional bodybuilder, something his
masculine good looks did little to dispel. Tall, with milk white skin, black
hair and blue eyes, Vlad would have looked equally at home on a magazine cover
as on an oil derrick. Indeed, he had spent most of his youth able to pick among
the most beautiful women in his village--and among the best looking men in his
army post. Though he wasn't gay, he was glad for the relief of a quick nighttime
blowjob in the barracks, when there weren't any women around.

He had been told when he got the job that he would have to leave almost
immediately--within 2 days. After signing his contract, and arranging for his
passport and all the other necessary details of travel, he and his wife had a
last passionate night of sex before he set off for the airport and his new job.

Vlad had never left the C.I.S. before, and was amazed at the kaleidoscope of
images that confronted him as he stepped off the plane in Riyadh. Women in
veils, men wearing robes--it all seemed so foreign to him. The only experience
he had ever had with an Islamic culture was his military service at the time of
the first war with Chechnya, something he needed no reminding of. He had tried
to block out the memories of that time, as it was a brutal, unnecessary war, but
without success. Looking at the men around him now, he was reminded of the most
uncomfortable part of that military campaign: separating the Muslim men from the
orthodox Christians, as the Muslims were being blamed for all the tensions in
the area. On house to house searches, he and his fellow soldiers had orders to
force the men to drop their pants, so that their circumcision status could be
checked. All men without foreskin were placed in detention. He and his fellow
soldiers had joked about the naked cock heads, and were all glad that they had
their foreskins to protect them. He had never seen a circumcised man before that
experience, and found it strange. He couldn't imagine anything that would make
him want to give up his skin. He realized now that his thick, long foreskin
would place him in the minority in this Islamic country, and was glad he was to
live in a compound with a group of his fellow countrymen.

After clearing customs, he and the other successful applicants were taken by bus
to their compound to get settled for the night. Vlad was amazed at the apartment
blocks and grounds where he was to live for at least the next two years. He had
known that the company, one of the largest oil companies in the world, would
take good care of their workers, but he couldn't believe how modern and
attractive his quarters were. He felt like he had just won the lottery.
Everywhere he looked he was reminded of pictures of Western Europe or America.
Of all the modern conveniences around him, he was most grateful for the air
conditioning, as it was almost 25?c warmer here than at home. After quickly
stowing his gear, he collapsed on his bed, exhausted from the long flight and
jet lag.

It was still dark outside when the phone rang. Somewhat disoriented in his new
surroundings, Vlad groped blindly until he found the phone, and muttered a
groggy hello. It was his supervisor calling.

"Sorry to call you so early Vlad. I didn't really want to, because you don't
have to start working for another 4 days, but someone from personnel called and
told me you hadn't had a physical before you left Russia. It's a government
regulation and company policy. I'm surprised that you even made it into the
country without it. Anyway, you have to get over to the hospital within an hour.
The doctor has some free time this morning and wants to get it out of the way as
soon as possible". His supervisor told him that a car would be coming in 15
minutes, wished him good luck, and abruptly hung up the phone.

Somewhat irritated at this necessary intrusion, but all too familiar with the
bureaucracy of his homeland, Vlad quickly jumped up, threw on his clothes from
yesterday, splashed some cold water on his face, and was standing outside in the
heat, waiting when the car arrived.

Vlad wasn't nervous as they approached the hospital. He knew from his military
service and previous oil field work that he was in perfect health. He just hoped
that this exam would be soon concluded, so that he could get back to the
compound and start familiarizing himself with his new surroundings.

He entered the doctor's waiting room and gave his name to the male assistant
sitting in the outer office. He was surprised that the assistant, a well built,
dark skinned Arab, was a man, but guessed that in an Islamic country they
divided the medical tasks along gender lines, so women needn't be examined by
men and vice-versa. In a few short minutes he was called into the doctor's
office.

"Hello, I am Dr. Fazir, and you are..."he said, consulting his chart, "Vladymir
Pushenko, correct?" Nodding in the affirmative, Vlad took in his surroundings
and gave the doctor the once over. Dr. Fazir was tall, with light brown skin,
black hair and a closely trimmed moustache and beard. Though not as muscular as
Vlad, he obviously took care of himself and exercised regularly. He was dressed
neatly in a pair of gray slacks, shirt and tie, with a white lab coat over it.
He had a pleasant smile and a friendly manner as he told Vlad to strip down to
his underwear and sit on the examination table.

The doctor began by listening to Vlad's heart and taking his blood pressure. He
then listened to his lungs and checked his reflexes.

"So far so good, Vlad. You're in very good health. Have you ever had any serious
illnesses? I thought not". The doctor was sitting on a small stool by the exam
table, making notes in his chart. "Now I need to check for a hernia, so please
stand before me and drop your underwear."

Vlad wasn't worried about hernias, and didn't mind stripping down in front of
the doc, as he always got a kick out of seeing people's expressions, the first
time they saw his genitals. In the army, he had the well deserved nickname of
"horseman", due to the large size of his organ. Even in the few pornographic
magazines he'd seen, no man had a larger penis than his 23-cm. So he
nonchalantly stood before the doctor, his crotch now at eye level, and peeled
down his jockey shorts, keeping an eye out for his expression. He laughed
inwardly as he saw the doctor's eyebrows raise, but wasn't prepared for Dr.
Fazir's next remark.

"I see you're uncircumcised. I'm surprised they didn't take care of this before
you left Russia. We have found that in this heat, uncircumcised men are prone to
many kinds of infections, which keep them from their work for days at a time.
Circumcision is strongly recommended. Didn't anyone mention this to you before
you came?"

Vlad was startled. He had heard nothing about this when he signed his contract.
During the war, when the men had to go sometimes weeks without showering, nobody
had even suggested circumcision as a way to keep clean and avoid infection.
While it was true that their foreskins sometimes became filled with cheese, they
simply wiped the smegma away with a rag and waited until their next shower. It
was such a common sight that nobody even watched or commented anymore when it
was quite openly done. While it was better to be clean, as far as he knew nobody
had gotten sick from their lack of proper foreskin hygiene.

"No, doctor, nobody said anything about that. I'm sure it won't be a problem for
me". He laughed lightly, as if this was a joke that he had just caught on to.
But he was dismayed to see the doctor wasn't smiling, too.

"We'll see after the examination. Remember, I'm the doctor, not you". With that,
he reached out and grasped Vlad's organ at the base with one hand, using his
fingers of the other to slowly peel the heavy foreskin off of the head. As the
smell of ripe cock cheese filled the room, Vlad immediately regretted that he
hadn't had the time to shower before the exam. The doctor's face, only inches
from Vlad's large organ, and was filled with disgust.

When was the last time you washed your foreskin?" His face registered disbelief
when Vlad protested that he had only neglected this hygiene for 2 days at most.
"Don't you know how dangerous it is to have such a filthy penis? We're going to
have to wash this off before I can properly examine you". The doctor strode to
the sink, and returned with a wash basin and some gauze. Peeling the foreskin
back so tightly that it was almost painful, he dipped the gauze in the water and
began to wipe the heavy accumulation of smegma from Vlad's inner foreskin and
cockhead. As he continued this process, they both were conscious of the large
curds of smegma now floating in the wash basin. Vlad was embarrassed that this
doctor, whom he knew had been circumcised at an early age, should see just how
dirty an uncircumcised cock could become. He was equally embarrassed that he was
starting to get hard, as the slow, circular rubbing of the wet gauze on his cock
head was beginning to stimulate him. The doctor disregarded this and continued
until the last stubborn bits of cheese were removed from the sensitive inner
foreskin, then tried to pull the freshly cleaned skin back to its original
position over the head of Vlad's now rock hard erection. It was only with great
difficulty that he was able to do this, by putting pressure on the head and
tugging firmly on the foreskin. By this time precum was leaking from Vlad's
urethra, and he was humiliated that the doctor should see him so aroused.

"This is just the sort of problem I was talking about", said the doctor. Vlad's
foreskin now tightly encased his cockhead, with approximately a centimeter of
extra skin hanging over, and the ridge of the corona was clearly visible through
the skin.

Not knowing what to say, Vlad muttered that he'd never had any problems before,
and he didn't see that anything needed doing. The doctor merely dismissed his
objections.

"I'll decide if it's a problem or not. This company is paying you a lot of
money; and your contract stipulates that we have to pay you whether sick or not.
When I did my residency in America, we had an expression: an ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure. If you don't wash well and your foreskin's too tight
to peel properly, you are at risk for infections. I'm putting you down for an
immediate circumcision. You don't have to report to work for 4 more days, so
there will still be time for you to heal, and if you need another day or two,
well, that's better than a couple weeks sick from a dirty infected foreskin."

Vlad immediately began to protest, but the doctor summarily cut him off, saying
"this company has invested a lot of money in you, and demands a return on its
investment. If you end up in the hospital because of something I could have
prevented, I could lose my job. You don't have to agree, but if you don't, your
only choice is to pay the company for your plane ticket and return home. It's up
to you".

The doctor looked down at Vlad's large uncircumcised penis, then back up at him
with an expectant expression. The look on Vlad's face told him everything he
needed to know. The doctor smiled and relaxed, knowing that he had won this
round--as he had so many times before.

He was always secretly thrilled when he was faced with giving a new worker a
trim job. It wasn't until he had begun to work for this company that he had seen
so many uncircumcised penises. He and everyone around him had been cut at an
early age. Personally, he wished that all men were circed, and was glad that he
had the opportunity to help reach this goal. And circumcising Vladymir would be
especially enjoyable, due to the large size of his organ and the unusually long
foreskin.

"Just lay back on the examination table, and we'll try to get this over with as
quickly and painlessly as possible." He walked to a cabinet and removed a
wrapped packet of some sort, as well as a small bottle and syringe, then moved
to his desk and buzzed the intercom. "Rashid, I'll need you assistance for a
procedure. Please come into my office, and bring in consent form 8c3".

By this time, Vlad was starting to get very nervous. He had never thought that
he would have to undergo any sort of medical procedures to get this job. In his
country, pure strength and skill were the only qualifications needed for oil
work. He didn't want to do this at all, but had no way to repay the money for
the plane ticket. Even so, he felt as if he were being manipulated into this
position, and was just about to leave when the assistant entered, looking
between the doctor and Vlad with an expression of expectant curiosity on his
face.

"Rashid, we will be giving Mr. Pushenko an immediate circumcision, so will you
reschedule my next patient and get a gown for our patient?"

The assistant looked at the doctor and gave a slight smirk. "Yes, doctor, I'll
get right on it", he said, and hurriedly exited the examination room. The doctor
wheeled a small table containing all the medical paraphernalia to the exam
table, and gave the consent form to Vladymir.

"Go ahead and read this, then sign where the X is", said the doctor. Vlad had
just had time to scan and sign the form when he felt a small prick in his arm.
He jumped and turned to look at the doctor, holding the now empty syringe.

"Don't worry", said the doctor, "it's just a little something to help you relax.
I can see you look concerned about this procedure. No need to be. Rashid and I
have done this dozens of times, and know exactly what we're doing".

Almost immediately, Vladymir began to feel dizzy and tired, though also much
more relaxed than before. When the doctor suggested he lay back and close his
eyes, as it would take a few minutes to get organized, he did just that. He lay
on the table, floating along, as he heard quiet conversation in Arabic between
the doctor and his now returning assistant. He didn't know what the doctor had
given him, but he wasn't concerned at all anymore about what was about to happen
to his proud, uncircumcised manhood. He didn't even object when he was bound by
the legs and chest to the exam table.

"Don't worry", said the doctor. "We just don't want you to move doing the
procedure. Your organ is too beautiful to take a chance of a mistake". With
that, he pulled Vlad's shorts down to his ankle and began to examine him once
again while the assistant looked on. With slow, gentle movements he began to
massage Vlad's generous overhang, stretching, pulling and rubbing the thick wad
of skin between his fingers until Vlad was once again rock hard. Vlad, eyes
still closed, let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"I think we're all going to have some fun today, Rashid", said the doctor. "Have
you ever seen an organ so large"? He glanced over and saw that Rashid had a
large bulge in his pants, then spread his legs to let his assistant see his own.
They had done this procedure several times before, and had refined it into a
ritual and art. Both found the act of cutting off a masculine man's foreskin
highly erotic, as well as a real favor to the man. Slowly the doctor increased
the pressure of his ministrations, letting the nails of his well manicured hands
begin to dig into Vladymir's large wad of foreskin. He was curious to see how
much pain Vlad could take, before deciding how much, or even if, anaesthetic was
needed. Vlad merely moaned again, as if he was getting a deep massage.

"Rashid, I think it will be necessary for our patient to have an orgasm before
we circumcise him", said the doctor. "With a foreskin so tight, it will be
difficult to apply the clamp if he has an erection. Would you like to do the
honors, or shall I"?

Rashid agreed with alacrity, and he and the doctor quickly changed places. Even
if they had a patient with a very loose skin, they always brought him to climax
before circumcising him, partially for ease during the procedure, so they could
fit more skin through the clamp; and partly out of the feeling of power they
enjoyed, forcing a masculine man to his last uncircumcised orgasm before
sacrificing his dirty foreskin. He squeezed Vlad's large penis to release even
more precum, then, using it as lube, began to rhythmically stroke the cock.
He then took one finger, slipped it under the tight foreskin, and rubbed the
sensitive cockhead directly. Vlad was going crazy from all the attention his
cock was receiving, and it wasn't long before it began to swell even further,
and he shot a large load of sperm that covered his hairy, muscular chest. Both
the doctor and the assistant were impressed at the amount of semen that erupted,
and how far Vlad was able to shoot. Once Vlad's orgasm was finished, Rashid
grabbed the stud's organ by the end of the foreskin, and began to stretch in
earnest, wanting to see how much skin would fall to the scalpel, then trying to
peel it back off the head, though still without success, as Vlad hadn't begun to
grow flaccid yet.

"Don't worry about being gentle with this one", said the doctor. "He seems to
have a high degree of pain tolerance and I think he's enjoying this as much as
we are". It was true. In spite of his fear, the injection Vlad had received had
relaxed him to the point where he no longer cared what they did. He hadn't come
since the day before his flight, and had always liked his foreskin to be
manipulated during sex. His large cock was still dripping cum, and he
involuntarily thrust his hips up from the table, in drugged encouragement of
Rashid's work. By this time the doctor had released his own penis from his
slacks, and, using Vlad's own sperm as a lubricant, silently masturbated while
watching Rashid's progress. Rashid himself was also getting turned on, but knew
his climax would come later, after the circ was completed.

The doctor was getting breathless as he watched Rashid. "Now, gather all of his
foreskin to the front so that we can see how much we can cut". Rashid knew what
this meant. It was always his second favorite part of this ritual, after the
actual circumcision itself. He grabbed Vlad's organ at the base, and pulled up
as hard as he could, forcing all of Vlad's thick skin over the head. Neither
Rashid nor the doctor had ever seen a man so in need of circumcision. The wad of
useless skin extended at least 7 centimeters over the head, and flopped over to
one side, a last teardrop of cum dripping down to Vlad's thigh. The doctor began
to masturbate his own well circumcised cock in earnest, Vlad's cum allowing his
hand to glide easily over the smooth, bare glans. He couldn't help but think of
his own circumcision, years ago when he was barely a teen; the feeling of
helplessness as his father and uncles held him down while the village
circumciser first prayed over his young penis, then brutally severed his tender
foreskin. The pain had been immense, but afterward he was glad to have undergone
this ritual and entered manhood like everyone else he knew. He was sometimes
confused by the complex knot of emotion he felt about this act. On the one hand,
he was certainly happy to have left his foreskin behind years ago, and with it
all the problems that uncut men had to deal with; yet on the other, he was
aroused just thinking about uncircumcised men, and often masturbated while
fantasizing about servicing a muscular uncut stud like this one. He was
sometimes angered that a small piece of skin, something that marked a man as
inferior to other men, should have such power over him. These thoughts ran
through his mind as he stared hypnotized at Vlad, lying defenseless yet
completely aroused on the exam table. He began to stroke himself harder, wanting
desperately to climax, yet willing himself to hold off as long as possible.

"Just look at him, Rashid; a grown man with a big cock, yet still a boy. Well,
we'll see what kind of a man he is when we're finished with him. Punish that
foreskin, Rashid. Make sure he knows just what we're doing here".

Rashid needed no further encouragement. He and Dr. Fazir had often discussed at
length their individual fantasies about circumcision, and were both surprised to
find that they so closely resembled one another's. Both he and the doctor were
fascinated at the fine line between pain and pleasure many men felt when their
foreskin was manipulated. So he lowered his mouth to Vlad's organ, taking the
large wad of skin between his teeth. At first he began to suck gently, just
letting his teeth rake over the sensitive skin. As Vlad groaned and thrust his
hips again, trying to push as much of his large penis as possible into Rashid's
hot mouth, Rashid began to increase the pressure of his teeth, greatly enjoying
the feeling of this large foreskin in his mouth. It really did feel like a wad
of bubble gum. He began to chew on the skin in earnest, waiting for the moment
when Vladymir would stop enjoying the attention his foreskin was receiving, and
began to feel the pain. It wasn't long before Vlad, even under the influence of
the injection he had been given, began to groan loudly in discomfort and attempt
to pull his cock from Rashid's hungry mouth. However, bound as he was, he could
do no more than writhe as Rashid continued to chew the helpless foreskin even
harder. The doctor, concerned that the groans of pain would be heard, quickly
moved to the head of the table and covered Vlad's mouth with surgical tape. He
knelt down and began to whisper into Vlad's ear.

"Not much you can do now, I'm afraid. I'll bet you wish you'd had your cock cut
before you came here. But we're sure glad you didn't. Rashid has always wanted
to chew the skin off a cock, and today we might just let him". He laughed as he
saw the look of blind panic in Vlad's eyes. "Don't worry, boy. You have so much
skin that I doubt even Rashid could manage it. But all this preliminary work
we're doing will make your skin so much more pliable and easier to work with".
With that remark, the doctor ordered Rashid to stop his work and set up the
circumcision instruments. Rashid, disappointed not to be able to complete his
task, gave the skin one last savage bite, eliciting a loud, though muffled groan
of pain from Vlad, before he reluctantly surrendered the organ and began to
unwrap the Gomco clamp.

The sight of the gleaming surgical steel instrument had a profound impact on all
three of the men. There was utter silence in the room as they all looked at the
clamp. Vlad, bound, gagged and helpless, felt rivulets of sweat gather at his
armpits and roll down his sides, the product of fear at what was now certain to
occur. He couldn't believe the situation he now found himself in, and realized
that there was no way to escape the inevitable conclusion of this scenario. He
was about to lose his foreskin, something that had given him so much pleasure
over the years. The anxiety he felt, as well as the brutal treatment he had
received from Rashid, caused his proud cock to shrink to half of its previous
size. The head was now completely invisible under the bruised skin. Seeing this,
both the doctor and Rashid laughed.

"Your cock is almost entirely foreskin, boy", said Dr. Fazir. "I can't wait to
see what it looks like when we're done".

By this time Rashid had also opened his pants to expose his own well circumcised
penis. Both he and the doctor stood in Vlad's view, slowly stroking their
Islamic erections.

"Look at our cocks, Vlad, so you can see what yours will look like. See the
scars? Rashid's scar is a lot lower on the shaft than mine is. Look how tight
the shaft skin is. That's how tight we're going to cut you. For the rest of your
life, every time you get an erection, the tightness will remind you of this
day".

In spite of his fear, Vlad was transfixed by the sight of these two men's hard
clipped cocks. They didn't look so different than the hardons he had seen on his
fellow soldiers during his service duty. Though he had always been proud of his
generous endowment, he had secretly envied the fact that the other men he saw
had foreskins that retracted so easily when hard. He had consoled himself that
his own phimosis was just the price he had to pay for being so well hung. He did
prefer the look of a hard cock with the skin peeled back, thinking it much more
masculine. So now he would find out what it was like himself.

The doctor was suddenly brisk and professional as he walked over to the table.
"Rashid, you must now thoroughly clean our patient's genitals with soap and
water. It's time to get down to business". While Rashid performed this act, the
doctor disrobed and scrubbed his hands at the sink. He had no plans to sterilize
Vlad's genital area with iodine, or to wear gloves, as he felt it detracted from
the experience. Besides, nobody had done anything like that when he himself was
circed, and he could see for himself how beautifully he had been cut.

By the time he finished scrubbing, Rahid had completely cleaned and dried Vlad's
genitals, and taken off his own clothes. Both he and the doctor felt that this
was a rite of manhood, and should be performed naked. The doctor walked over to
Vlad's side and slowly seized the clamp. He gently picked up Vlad's penis and
slid the now easily retractable foreskin back off the glans, then placed the
shield over the now exposed cockhead. Rashid asked softly in Arabic if Dr. Fazir
planned to use any lidocaine or other anaesthetic. The doctor shook his head and
replied, "no, I want this animal to feel everything that happens today. We'll
give him plenty of sedation afterwards, so he won't know what really happened,
or if it was all just a dream".

With Rashid now holding the bell of the Gomco Clamp firmly in place over Vlad's
naked glans, the doctor slowly and firmly pulled the skin over the head. Even
with no erection, and the thinness of the shield, it was difficult to slide the
heavy skin over the head. But they didn't want to perform a dorsal slit, as they
wanted the foreskin to come off intact. The doctor had to grasp the ends of
Vlad's foreskin with his fingers, and pull as hard as he could to get the skin
over. Vlad gave a gasp of pain. He had never had his foreskin so abused before.
The doctor looked up at Vlad, smiling at the muscular stud's fear and pain.

"This is just the beginning, Vlad", said the doctor, pulling even harder on the
now highly sensitive skin and digging his fingernails in mercilessly. "When
we're finished here, we'll have really made a man out of you". By this time,
Vlad's foreskin was stretched to its absolute limit, and the doctor ordered
Rashid to set the clamp in place and fix the shield to the handle. When he was
finished, both men were dumbfounded at the amount of skin to be removed. The had
never been so fortunate to have so much skin to work with. Looking Vlad directly
in the eyes, the doctor began to tighten the clamp. He always loved to see the
look of shock on a man's face, as they realized that this was for real; that
they would never know the pleasure of their foreskin again. Dr. Fazir continued
to inexorably tighten the clamp as Vlad began to thrash around, trying to no
avail to escape the torture he was undergoing. As the clamp bit into that heavy
wad of foreskin, he gave a terrible gasp of pain, and a tear slowly rolled down
his cheek. He was humiliated that he should be so helpless, and that these two
sadistic bastards should see him cry. But there was nothing he could do.

The doctor continued tightening the clamp until he could turn the screw no
longer. Then, after instructing Rashid to stretch the overhang tautly, he picked
up the scalpel and prepared to administer the final cut.

Vlad looked on in terror, his mind finding it difficult to process the scene of
two naked men, both completely erect, preparing to sever his foreskin. Both
Rashid's and Dr. Fazir's penises were sticking straight out in front of them,
rivulets of precum dripping to the floor.

"Now this is the most difficult part, Vlad", said the doctor. "No matter how
much it hurts, don't move, or we could have an accident, and nobody wants to
damage this fine organ you have". With that, the doctor applied the scalpel to
the area of Vlad's clamped off foreskin jutting out of the shield, and began to
cut. Slowly. Very slowly. He wanted Vlad to feel everything he had felt during
his own ritual circumcision years before. In many ways he felt as if he was
reliving the day of his own initiation.

Vlad felt as if his cock was on fire. Never had he felt such an intense amount
of pain. He prayed silently for the act to come to an end, so that he could
escape from this torture chamber. He could barely keep still as the scalpel slid
around his guarded cock head. It felt as if hours had gone by when he dimly
heard the doctor say "almost half way there, Vlad. You're doing well so far.
Keep up the good work". He couldn't believe it was less than half over. He lay
there, panting shallowly, while willing himself to be still.

Meanwhile, the doctor was methodically circumnavigating the foreskin with his
knife. It was unbelievably erotic, both to him and Rashid, to see the knife
slicing through the thick skin of this handsome Russian stud. Finally the doctor
finished his work and set the scalpel down. Rashid gave a gentle pull, and the
severed foreskin fell away from the clamp.

Setting the disattached foreskin into a basin of cleansing solution, Rashid took
over from the doctor, releasing the clamp, then picking up a needle and sutures,
slowly and carefully stitching the incision closed. This was almost more than
Vlad could take. With each stroke of the needle, he felt as if he would faint.
But at last it was over. He was glad that it seemed this experience was drawing
to a conclusion, and wanted nothing more than to be released to go as far away
from here as possible.

The doctor picked up Vlad's still warm foreskin, now clean and bloodless from
the cleansing solution, and brought it before Vlad's eyes. "Look how much
foreskin we were able to remove, Vlad. You should be grateful for what we've
done for you". Though enraged and in a great deal of pain, even Vlad was
surprised to see the amount of foreskin that had been cut from his cock. The
doctor absently stretched it between his fingers, a far away look on his face.
Then, directly in front of Vlad's face, he slid the long thick overhang over the
smooth glans of his own cut cock. The severed skin fit snugly, and he was able
to see what he would have looked like if he had never been circumcised himself.
The doctor gave a gasp as he felt his cockhead encased in Vlad's dead foreskin,
and began to masturbate furiously. Rashid quickly walked over to the doctor, his
cock jutting out expectantly and looking beseechingly at the doctor. Dr. Fazir
then grasped Rashid by his penis, and slid the outer end of Vlad's foreskin over
Rashid's glans, so that both men could enjoy the sensation of this hot Russian
foreskin on their cocks. They slowly began to jack off together, the tight
foreskin adding to the already considerable pleasure they were experiencing. It
wasn't long before both men gave a shudder and exploded in orgasm. Rashid slowly
pulled his cock out of Vlad's skin, and all three watched as hot Arab sperm
dripped out of Vlad's skin, the last time something like that would occur.

Dr. Fazir then roughly yanked the foreskin from his cock, and tossed it back in
the wash basin. He then walked over to Vlad and gave him another injection.

"This will knock him out for a while, Rashid, and when he wakes up he shouldn't
remember anything that happened. We'll have him transferred to recovery when
we've cleaned up here a bit", he said, as he began to put his clothes back on.

"But doctor, we haven't removed his frenulum", said Rashid. "He's not truly
circumcised until we take care of that". It was true. They hadn't removed Vlad's
last tassel of skin, and his circ would still be on the loose side, even though
they had removed so much skin.

"Patience is a virtue, Rashid", said the doctor. "He has a two year contract,
and I'm sure he'll have to come back here for more treatments before he goes
home. This way we'll all have something to look forward to. Also check the
medical records of the other men that came with him. I have a feeling we're
going to be very busy this week". With that, the doctor gave one last look at
Vlad, lying now unconscious on the table, pocketed the large piece of foreskin
for his ever growing collection, and walked to his inner office. It had been a
long, though eminently satisfying morning.