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My name is TREVOR. A few years ago I was up all night lost in a frenzied marathon session of watching p*** while fapping, hoping to find a casual hookup with someone online who’s equally as h**** as I am. At the same time however, I was equally content just to stay home and watch highly charged s***** content catering to my various depraved but fabulous paraphilias. Later on in the night, without overtly searching him out, I managed to find my way into a very open conversation with a man who seemed to share many of the same mouth-watering c***-stiffening proclivities as I had. We chatted a while, traded some pictures, and just as I expected he eventually asked if I’d like to meet with him sometime. Well, I’m not one to squander an opportunity and since we did hit it off, and since I was sporting an extreme b****, I agreed that we definitely should meet sometime. As we continued to chat, the whens and wheres and whys regarding this rendezvous began to crystalize. He had mentioned that he lived a good distance outside of town in a more rural area than I usually find myself in. Especially if I’m looking for s**. Across the city to the seedier sections of Downtown was about as far as I travelled for a good time. Unless of course it was a nice night and I felt like going on a drive down the interstate with no clothes on showing off to other drivers. He continued on and told me of his house and the land that he owned. He spoke of gardens and creeks and his beloved animals. With none more more important to him than his horses. He had one in particular who happened to be his favorite. A thoroughbred that he’d had for 3 years named Thunder. As we continued to talk, his questions and invitations were obviously taking bloom from the seeds of things I’d shared earlier regarding my canine s***** experiences. After taking his time at first, he finally let me know that he would love to see me s*** his horse off. For me this was a next level sort of offer. I was definitely intrigued but was admittedly unsure if I could follow through with it. Still, how often do these opportunities come along? So, I agreed. 3 days later the weekend rolled around and I found myself at his place. A paradise in the middle of nowhere. When I arrived he told me clothes aren’t necessary and that if I was comfortable with it to please go ahead and get naked. So I did and after talking a while and having a few drinks he showed me around his place. Eventually we walked out to the stables. I was surprised and unusually embarrassed to find out there were 3 other guys there. Right on cue my c***, which had become semi relaxed during my time there, immediately hardened again. He leaned over and said not to worry or be embarrassed. His help were accustomed to guys coming around. He also told me they were there to assist while I s*** the horse’s d*** which I could see hanging at an impressive length even in a state of partial arousal. Everyone was waiting as though the fun couldn’t begin without me. He asked me, while he fumbled around with last minute settings to his camera, if I’d like to start but I hesitated and told him I’d changed my mind. I didn’t think I could do it but that I’d be willing to do other stuff if he wanted. He was visibly disappointed but didn’t harass me over it and told me he thought this might happen so he prepared an alternative. He walked me over to a shelf and removed a container from it. He told me that over the last 3 days since we messaged, plus two days prior to that, his hired help had consistently extracted s**** from Thunder and saved it. It was everyone’s hope, that along with other playful activities, they would be able to talk me into drinking it just to satisfy their desire to see something k****. An act of total uninhibited depravity. Well, being the intense s**** lover that I am and knowing how often I had been willing to swallow dog c** I wasted no time agreeing to do it. You could see the devilish delight in their eyes. What an experience. I took the lid off the container, slowly lifted it up to my nose to smell it. I winced a little at the scent. I shook it in a circular motion to swirl and mix it. As I watched it flow and move I noticed thicker clumps in it than I’d seen before in j***. The measurement markers on the side indicated that it was slightly over a pint. The smell was really strong but that just made me want to do it more. So I took a breath, put the large cup to my lips and began letting it pour into my mouth. I loved it. A powerful taste part bitter part salty with a definite undercurrent of sour. Sort of like milk that had turned. As I continued to swallow this elixir of animal sperm and reproductive glandular excretions, occasionally a cottage cheese like clump would be present. I would chew it a little then gulp it down too. As I took my time allowing myself to orally enjoy every equine drop of Thunders milk of male virality I noticed all the guys jacking off while watching me. That only enhanced the pleasure of what I was doing. Finally I finished drinking all of it and to this day that is one of my most memorable moments of forbidden fun I’ve ever had. I never did hook up with him again and I really couldn’t say why but I did learn one thing from that unusual happening…as a rich musky beverage, I can say definitively that i like horse c**. I also learned that my personal limitations must be far fewer than I thought. And if I ever get the chance again to actually s*** a horses c*** I’ll probably be quick, like a good f*****, to get on my knees, open my eager mouth, and gladly take in one Hell of a throat full. I can hardly wait.

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At 16 I was working in a doctor’s office answering calls and greeting patients at the front desk. One day a co-worker said he’d take over for me because the doctor wanted to see me. I went into the room where Dr. Beth was at. I was pleasantly surprised to see a young boy strapped down in restraints with his pe nis and tes ticles fully exposed. The doctor smiled and said well Donna you said you wanted to see a ‘snip and clip’ so here’s your first one. I thanked her for the amazing opportunity. It was a wonderful birthday gift. She showed me how to wrap the boy’s legs to keep them warm and prevent muscle spasms. Then we put a sequential compression device (SCD) on his legs to improve blood flow since the doctor said he would be spread open in restraints for a while. The opportunity to watch him being circ umcised was exciting and made my pa nties wet.

She said that although this was only a circ umcision she likes to get a IV line in place just in case it’s needed and she showed me how to put an IV in his arm. She added that we would use a very small amount of Vecuronium in the drip to help relax the boy and keep him manageable and still. I asked if that was a pain medication and she said no it wasn’t and she didn’t use pain medication because many patients had adverse reactions, allergic reactions, reactions from conflicts with other medication they are taking and etc. Also in this case the boy’s mother did not feel that anesthesia was appropriate.

She said she was using the minimum Vecuronium drip, below threshold levels. only as a supplement to the restraints. we started the drip, made sure the boy’s chest was covered and he was warm.

His p e n i s was er ect and she said that was just fine and she gave me a Foley catheter to insert up his er ection. It was my very first catheterization and it went well although he struggled a little, moaned and groaned, so I put a rubber mouth piece in his mouth to silence him. The doctor said the IV drip would soon kick in as it was fast acting. With the drip and the mouthpiece he was no more trouble. She high-fived my success on the catheter insertion. The rubber catheter impaled his wobbling shaft and he was already filling the urine bag.

The doctor suggested I tilt the chair up so the boy could see his for eskin being removed. I tilted the chair up and aligned his vision with his erec tion. He was covered and warm except for his arm with the IV line and his pe nis and balls which were fully exposed for my view and examination. The doctor told me to prep him and I followed her instruction to examine and wash his pe nis and scr otum with hospital soap and then wipe the area with alcohol. He was wide eyed as I washed his stiff shaft and there was a little groan but that was all.

She pushed the cut-down tray over toward me and said it’s all yours, your very first circ umcision. She showed me how to measure the for eskin a nd clamp it and to decide what style I preferred for the finished look. The doctor helped me get started snipping a little strip of for eskin off the shaft. The boy hardly moved but there seemed to be a few trembles in his legs which the doctor said was normal. Occasionally there was a high pitched squeak coming from his mouth which was muffled by the mouth piece.

The doctor instructed me step by step on how to trim each strip of for eskin with the circ umcision scissors and to place the hemostats to control bleeding. My pa nties were soaked and I was breathless as strip by strip his for eskin was taken and his shaft was molded to my design. It was so satisfying. His shaft was sprayed with alcohol to keep it clean. We took a break and had some tea while Dr. Beth explained more about the procedure. The boy laid quietly on the chair with an occasional squeak which was muffled by the mouthpiece.

I went back to work to finish up the job. Dr. Beth highlighted his large fleshy fren ulum and asked if I was going to excise it. She explained that in boys, the fren ulum is a favorite pleasure center for abuse through excessive mas turbation. She said the boy’s mother had brought him in because of his excessive, compulsion to mas turbate to the extreme. He was so addicted to abusing himself that he rubbed himself raw. I said it was a good idea to remove that burden from him by cutting off his fren ulum. She stood by with the cauterizing needle and I excised off his fen ulum and then with the hot cauterizing needle seared shut the area to stop the bleeding. A small whiff of smoke rose from the cauterizing needle. Again there were squeaks from the boy and some leg trembling but he was held secure enough by the restraint straps so that I could do neat work.

The circ umcision pulled his scr otum up his shaft. Dr. Beth said his mother will approve of the ‘ball lift’ which will be more aesthetically pleasing. I practiced my sewing skills with some fine sutures to join the remaining inner and outer skin edges of the skin on his pe nis. The whole area was sprayed down with alcohol and an antiseptic spray to prevent infection.

That was my very first circ umcision. I went on to nursing school and graduated early in an accelerated course with my BSN and then my MSN and APRN. I have been doing circ umcisions and I love the work. It’s a thrill to get up in the morning to get well paid for cutting and trimming the pe nis and helping boys with their behavior problems, health and aesthetic appearance. I love my work and my patients all love me. Donna MSN APRN, circ umcision expert.

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