Indian female doctors are very rude and demanding. I was in the hospital when I was 14 and an Indian woman doctor was assigned to me. She was young, bossy and rude. She insisted I take off my underwear and I told her I was fine. She snapped her fingers and said, NOW! I told her I’d put on the hospital gown and she said after the examination. I hesitated and she called her team. They quickly strapped me down in restraints. They pulled my underwear off as they were securing my legs in the straps. My semi hard co ck grew harder as she examined it.
Are you Indian she demanded? I said no. Is your mother Indian she asked? I said no. This is dark pigmentation she said as she held my semi erect co ck. Everyone looked at it. My co ck grew stiffer and hardened as she examined it. I’m white but my co ck looks like it’s from a N****. She started examining my balls. She squeezed them as she commanded, When I tell you to take your underwear down then you obey, is that understood? I groaned as she jostled my balls back and forth. Understand, she asked? She compressed my ball between her thumb and finger. OH, yes, yes I moaned.
You have an apology, she asked? I said nothing and then she shifted her grip to my other ball and squashed it. I squealed as she smiled and said, We are all waiting. I groaned as I said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She said, These are so delicate for such an arrogant boy. I asked for pain medication but she ignored me.
She told a nurse to get a Foley catheter. The nurse returned with the catheter and the doctor shoved it up my co ck as she smirked while I groaned. My co ck was fully erect and impaled on the Foley rubber tube protruding out the co ck head. Then the Indian doctor said I will mark in your record you are belligerent so the nurses know what to expect.
She wobbled my co ck back and forth on the catheter and grabbed some loose skin on the underside of my shaft. She announced, “This is not cut properly. Too much foreskin, as she pinched my frenulum and the underside of my co ck. Much too sloppy she said. Then she said, I will be back after rounds to fix it. The nurse smiled and the CNA smirked as they nodded at each other.
I asked for pain medication again and she said, “Perhaps after your circumcision. I will see if it is necessary.” She turned and walked out the door with her little group of female Indian medical students, leaving me strapped down in restraints with my hard co ck sticking up in the air.
The nurse said to the CNA, “We’d better get a cut down tray. She’s going to cut it right here in the bed.” I said No, no I don’t want to be cut. The young CNA said, ‘The decision has already been made. It IS going to be cut and trimmed, and that is that.”
The nurse kept reminding me that the doctor would be done with rounds soon and then I’d get cut and trimmed. The CNA said all that extra foreskin was nasty, as she ran her fingernail over the underside of my erect co ck.
The anticipation was unbearable. Then the door opened and the young Indian doctor and her pack of students all walked in. She announced, “It’s time for your circumcision.” I said no, no, and she told the nurse to put the mouthpiece in so we don’t have to listen to that.
Then she told her students to tighten up the straps. I was shaking my head, no, no. She asked the nurse, Do we have a head strap for him? The nurse went and got a head strap and put it on me. I couldn’t move my head. They tilted up the bed so I could see what they were doing to my co ck. Now you will see it done correctly she said to her students. She looked at me and said, I will cut it good so it is done the Indian way.
She hadn’t given me any pain medication as she picked up scissors and touched them to my stiff shaft. I tried to struggle but I was tightly contained. She said, There is no sense to struggle. Today is a special day you will remember, as she smirked.
Then she cut just under the head, all the way around. She denuded the shaft, pulling down the skin to the base and leaving the shaft raw. She pointed out the co ck dorsal nerves to her students. She showed them the dorsal arteries. She told them to cut the nerves and arteries in a male who commits r*** so that he will never be erect again. Then she sprayed my raw shaft with a liquid and it was like fire. I strained against the restraints but I couldn’t move. She looked at me and said, I told you it would be a special day for you, as she smirked. Then she gave my burning shaft another squirt of liquid. The students looked on with smiles and approval.
She attached clamps around my skin and pulled it back up the shaft, attaching it at a few points. She cut strips off the pink inner foreskin to trim it down to her preference. She noted to her students that it lifted my balls up as she pulled the loose skin up my shaft and cut off the excess. Three or four of her female students took a turn trimming off a strip. Then she said it was time to remove his frenulum.
One of her students said in her Indian accent, ” I will do it.” She handed the scissors to the student and in seconds I was in agony. As my blood flowed, the nurse handed the cauterizing needle to the doctor. She burned shut the trench where my frenulum had been. Skin was pulled up my shaft and joined to the spot she was cauterizing. Then she burned and sealed several points around the head of my c***.
The students did the clean up work, Wiping the area with alcohol and examining their work. They high fived the Indian girl who cut out my frenulum. No one asked if I needed pain medication. They examined the pics they had taken on their phones, and then they left.
After a while the CNA removed the mouth plug. I begged for pain medication. She said the doctor had not authorized any. The nurse said pain medication would interfere with my appreciation of the event. She said the doctor wanted me to have the full experience.
I moaned and moaned. The nurse said the doctor would be back tomorrow and would inspect my circumcision when she did rounds with her students. They would all inspect it. She told me I could beg them for pain medication then and if I begged properly and pleased the doctor, perhaps I would be rewarded with a little relief. It must be so sore she said, but it will be so nice and tight after it heals. Then she touched my burning shaft and smiled as I moaned from the pain of her touch. Her CNA took a turn inducing pain. She whispered in my ear, We’ll see to it that you have a memorable night.
I haven’t forgotten the ‘full experience’. There are several Indian girls in my class at school. I shudder when I see them but my co ck gets hard and stiff when when they come close.