Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 09:32:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: city man clinic part 10

This story is a fantasy and contains activities which are unsafe. Be
careful and don't follow the doctor's example. No implication is intended
regarding the orientations of Giggs, Beckham or Neville. The only element
which is grounded in reality is the mention of Patrice Evra being
circumcised in Senegal. He talked about it in an interview with Paris Match
magazine a few years ago.

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I was never a great sportsman, a bit of swimming or tennis from time to
time but nothing regular or strenuous. A weekly visit to a gym was enough
to make me feel that I was actually doing something for the good of my
health. I was never good on the football pitch at school but the thrill of
watching was something else. The film star looks of more young Premier
League players than I could name, the increasing number of muscular
Africans and the rugged, aggressive behaviour of the old guard among the
Manchester and London teams ignited a thousand flames in my groin every
time I watched a match on the TV.

For some time Peter Adebi, my nursing assistant, had been suggesting that
we start up sports health sessions. I agreed with him that our city centre
location would be ideal and that the clientele would probably be augmented
by men who just wanted a professional massage rather than just a light rub
and a blow job in some back street club. Peter was keen to spread the
message about enemas and colonics, procedures in which he was expert and
saw the possibility of enticing an ever great number of healthy men into
the clinic.

However, physiotherapy and sports injuries had occupied little time in my
medical school courses and my experience of sports injuries as such had
been limited to treating concussed rugby players and dealing with their
broken septums, arms and ribs in casualty during houseman year. Talking
over the proposition with an old friend who had qualified some years before
me led to the chance of a life time. A friend of a friend, in medical
circles happened to be a medical officer for Manchester United. I imagined
that no club in England had more money invested in the health care of its
players. A few days later I had an invitation to meet up with Dr. Rupert
Hammond in his office at the Carrington training ground, a few miles down
the road from Old Trafford. Half an hour later we were in the treatment
room for me to observe and get some idea of the work. The first couple of
players were trainees and reserve team boys with strained calf and thigh
muscles but

 half an hour into my visit I met one of the great heroes of MUFC.

Ryan Giggs had pulled a muscle high up in the groin. Pulling off his shorts
he stepped painfully up on to the physio bench covered now with only with a
loose fitting T shirt. Standing beside Rupert I gazed down upon the
magnificent pubis, a mass of closely cropped hair, to match his famously
hirsute chest. But my eyes were drawn to the heavy scrotum and thick penis
which lolled between his legs. Ryan had been blessed, as thousands of his
fans suspected, with a more than average size set of equipment. His penis
was at least four inches long in repose, thick as the proverbial beer can
and topped by the most enormous glans I have ever seen. The massive
mushroom was more than equal to any that had come out of Africa, its edge
spreading even beyond the girth of his penis. Half an inch down his shaft
from the corona the flesh was somewhat disfigured by the irregular, lumpy
suture line, a ring of scarring which indicated a circumcision performed
some years

 after childhood.

Rupert had seen it all before, indeed he was intimate with the cocks and
balls of every MUFC player since the days of Fergie's Fledglings, the boys
who had been bringing in the silverware year after year since the
mid-1990's.  Feeling his way around the groin Rupert checked the damage and
began to massage the hairy flesh, pushing deep into the hard muscle.

Over drinks later that evening Rupert told me the story of Ryan's
circumcision, as had been related to him by the boy himself only a few
years after the cut. Ryan, though not as lengthy as his team mates, Beckham
and Neville, had started a growth spurt soon after joining the club and
whereas at his medical Rupert's predecessor had been able to slip back the
foreskin with ease suddenly everything started to change. His penis grew
thicker by the month, and especially the glans. Soon the mushroom was
grossly bigger than normal yet the foreskin had not kept apace with the
growth and was getting tighter and tighter. The boy had said nothing but a
six month full medical check revealed the abnormality before the end of the
year.  Old Dr. Smithson had been able to uncover no more than a third of
the gigantic glans and booked Ryan into a private clinic to be circumcised
before the week was out.

Visiting Carrington a few times of the next month I eventually got the
chance to talk with Ryan and invited him over to see the City Man Clinic to
see our facilities and give his advice on the project. Peter Adebi was all
agog to meet him and lost no time turning a conversation on diet and
healthy living to the topic of colonic and enemas. To my great surprise the
idol of Old Trafford asked for an appointment.

Peter flushed out Ryan's rectum three times a few days later: a regular one
pint water enema, followed by one and a half pints of soapy water and then
a final two pint herbal rinse. I went in to watch the final procedure, my
cock hardening as Peter inserted his enema tube between the hairy buttocks
of the semi-prostrate footballer. Out of the room again, I could hear
nonetheless the forceful expulsion of the liquid. Returning when I heard
Peter and Ryan in conversation, I was taken aback to see Ryan leaning
against the table sporting a full erection. His cock jutted out at
forty-five degrees from his groin, the beer can shaft veined and
menacing. Ryan's normally swollen cockhead was now engorged resembling a
mutant purple mushroom, impossibly gigantic.

How do you invite a world famous footballer to relieve his tensions? Peter
had no inhibitions in that regard and made the first move towards Ryan,
wrapping his large black hand around Ryan's ball sac and bending down to
lick at the purple cockhead. Ryan responded by making for Peter's chino's
and loosening them from around his waist. The scene was set and very
shortly the two of them were ready for action. Peter lubed up the crack of
his buttocks and made sure that his bud was well wetted before smearing a
sizeable quantity of Stallion on Ryan's quivering cock.

Watching from the sidelines I wondered how Peter would cope with the
mixture of pleasure and pain which was about to hit him, adventurous as he
was in his affairs his black hole would be stretched to the limit. Ryan's
cockhead was bigger than anything either of us had ever seen, despite years
in the medical profession. I have never heard a scream of delight such as
hit me the moment that Ryan's cockhead burst through Peter's bud. The cry
became a roar as the thick shaft pushed it way into him, stretching his
rectum to the maximum. Peter moaned with delight as he was vigorously
shafted by Ryan's cock.

My cock was now leaking its own juices and though knowing that I could be
seriously hurt I wanted that cock in me before Ryan came into Peter's
chute. Whilst the two of them took their pleasure I slipped down my own
pants and briefs and applied copious quantities of Stallion to my cleft and
into my arse bud, ready to join the action in a threesome.

Standing behind Ryan I stroked his hairy thighs working my way upwards and
forwards towards his groin to work on his heavy ball sac, whilst
simultaneously reaching round with one hand to masturbate Peter's lengthy
circumcised cock. Eventually the two let me into their embrace and I seized
the moment of opportunity when Ryan pulled himself all the way out of
Peter's chute. The monstrous cock glistened in the light of the treatment
room and I pulled him round to take me from behind.

"You've wanted this since that first time you saw me at Carrington, haven't
you. I saw the way you were looking at it. It's all for you now."

I have had some experience with both length and girth but nothing could
ever equal the exquisite moment that Ryan took me to himself. I felt my
buttocks quiver then tighten as the gigantic mushroom head pushed apart my
slender ass cheeks. The most invasive medical examination could not compare
with the sensation of my ass bud being centimetre by centimetre being
stretched by that granite like glans. I felt as if I would be ripped and
bleeding before he ever got the half of it into me. I wanted to scream, for
despite the copious lubrication the pain was intense, yet beautiful and
hypnotising. The instant that the ridge of his glans slipped in behind by
ring of sphincter muscle my whole body shook with terror at the thought of
what was now to come. Having held still for the briefest moment whilst my
flesh gripped the tip of his cock, Ryan pushed his way into me, tearing my
chute apart. I began to shout and scream at the enormity of the invasion
but that

 only encouraged him to push harder against my constricting tube. Peter
knew the agony I was undergoing and grabbed me by the upper body holding me
close to him, whispering filthy words of encouragement into my ear.

"Slutty doctor, take like a man. You know you like it. Go on scream and let
it out. You want it bad, don't you."

After what seemed like an eternity of suffering Ryan had pushed the whole
of himself into me and slid his hands between Peter and me to grab hold of
my ultra sensitive nipples and squeeze them tight between his strong
fingers, all the time echoing Peter's porno script into my left ear.

"Skinny boy doctor, take it hard. Scream like Beck's used to do. You beg, I
give. You want some hard cock, you get it."

Having rested for a few moments allowing my very tender chute to accustom
itself to the eight inches of erection which had distended me more than I
believed possible, Ryan began to plough in and out of me, ripping my ass
bud harder than I could bear. The weight and size of his glans pushing
through me, grinding against my prostate, brought tears of both pain and
delight to my eyes. Peter held me tightly to me and then pulled me forwards
to give the invading spear even more possibility to ram me senseless.

At last pain turned to pleasure and my body began to respond to the
grinding of cock flesh against ass bud and chute. Ryan knew how to treat a
submissive bottom and at one moment pulled himself completely out of me,
letting my ass bud close tight before ramming his cock back into me in one
aggressive thrust. My scream must have been heard across the city and of
course that only encouraged him to repeat the action a second time.

Thinking that this man could go on forever I was relieved when after
fifteen minutes of torment his cock began to throb and swell to even
greater girth deep inside me, announcing the imminent discharge of pure man
juice. My rectum, although battered and no doubt bruised by the experience
nevertheless was still sensitive enough to feel the waves of spunk when
they shoot out of the quivering cock buried deep inside me.

Traumatised, exhausted but strangely elated I sighed with relief when at
last Ryan pulled out of my tender chute and let Peter clean up his penis
whilst I sank to my knees and buried my head in my hands.  Needless to say
Peter was not to be disappointed and an appointment was made for a full
colonic irrigation the next week. Peter let me know in no uncertain terms
that he intended to be satisfied next time!

Ryan became a regular client, at least of Peter's and even introduced a
couple of adventurous team mates to the practice. I never did repeat the
experience of being shafted by him but over the next few months, over
dinners and drinks learned some of the secrets of the Old Trafford changing
rooms and the adventures of Fergie's Fledglings as they grew from boyhood
to manhood.

As the longest serving member of the MUFC squad Ryan had seen a multitude
of players come and go over the years and witnessed their foibles, antics
and affairs. By far the most famous pairing of players had been that of
David Beckham and Gary Neville. Even thought the two of them had married
and gone their separate ways Ryan had no doubt that their friendship had
been very intimate, indeed he had witnessed it more than once. Gay or
straight, no one could have been left untouched by the seemingly innocent
beauty of the young David. As the boy grew to manhood and his shorts became
ever fuller he had become an icon to millions. Gary, whilst not exactly
film star handsome, grew from skinny boyhood to muscular manhood in very
few years. How he and Gary had first become friends no one really knew but
an incident one night after an away game in London cemented their
partnership for ever.

Sir Alex had paired the two as room mates for away games and on this
occasion, after a resounding win over Arsenal, David and Gary must have
needed to release the tensions of the day.

Ryan told the story. "I knew everyone was in the hotel and just wanted to
talk with the two of them. I went to their room and knocked on the door. No
reply. I opened it myself and walked into the small sitting room. By this
time we had gone up in the world and it was small suites rather than
regular 4 star hotel rooms. The bedroom door was ajar and I could hear the
two of them at it. Ooos, grunts, sighs, you name it, it was like listening
to a soundtrack. `Suck it Dave' `Pull it back slowly' `Skin back and lick
it Gary' `Let me taste your ballsac'. Shouts and screams as they messed
about like two teenage punks!  `Suck me knobhead Dave' `Get your tongue in
there Gary'. On it went without a pause. It didn't take too much
imagination to see the scene. We'd grown up together and seen each other
naked every day. Dave had a long average girthed dick with a length of
foreskin hanging of the end of his knob, long enough to keep it

 covered even when he was stiff. Gary was the opposite. Even when we joined
the youth team his knob head was beginning to poke out of his foreskin. The
minute he started to get a hard on it slipped back by itself. So I knew
what they were wanting from each other. Having been shafted by Cantona's
gallic rod an hour before, I wasn't really in the mood to start again with
those two, so off I went and left it to them."

Ryan told me about several couplings that he had seen over the years,
either in the changing rooms at Old Trafford or in hotels rooms across the
world. His latest intelligence on youthful manhood concerned a recent
signing. MUFC had lately acquired a young black player. Didier Amani had
been born in Ivory Coast but had arrived in England aged four or five when
his father moved from Abidjan to take up a post in a bank in
London. According to Ryan, the boy, aged just twenty-one was stunningly
beautiful and set to melt as many hearts as David Beckham had done at the
same age. The boy had fallen for the physical charms of his fellow African,
Patrice Evra on their first meeting under the showers at the training
ground.

"You could see the look in his eyes when he kept glancing at Patrice. And
it wasn't just those cute black lips that he was going for. Patrice has a
solid piece of African flesh between his legs and Didier was intent on
getting it, one way or the other. After a couple of weeks young Didier
started to make sure he was last out of the showers and then took his time
to loll around waiting for people to leave. Patrice has always one of the
last and eventually the kid decided to go for it. Patrice was leaning back
on the bench with a towel around his waist when Didier sits down beside
him, thigh to thigh and starts chatting in French. I was on my way out but
Patrice told me the next day how the conversation developed."

"He was very mignon asking how long I had been in England and how did I
miss France and Senegal. We talked of problems of Africains in Europe and
all the time he was pushing his leg against me and trying me toucher. When
the conversation stopped I stood up.  The towel drop to start
dressing. Voila, he made his move."

"That's beautiful. When did you get that done" looking directly at my
penis.

"I supposed he meant that I had been circoncis, unlike him. I never thought
of it as beautiful. It is something that happened because of mon pere."

"I wish mine was like yours." he said, "My father must have forgotten about
me being cut once we came to England. My elder brothers are like you but
they were done in Abidjan when they were little before we left"

"My father did not forget about it in Paris. When I was ten we went to
Dakar for vacances and to visit family. Un jour without saying anything he
took me to un dispensaire and had me circoncis. It was horrible I tell
you. It is not a good souvenir of Senegal pour moi."

"Let me make it better then."

"At that moment he knelt down and took my penis head in his mouth and
started to sucer all the way round. He took it out looked at it again and
then started to lick where the scar of the circoncision is. It felt like
nothing I had ever known before and the kid just kept on until I was
totalement hard. I didn't move or do anything. I just stood there and let
him keep going till he made me decharger in his mouth. I never done
anything with a man, noir ou blanc and even after that I don't want to. But
he wanted to do it many times in the next weeks. C'est bon but I couldn't
do it to him. And he kept talking about wanting to get his operated like
mine. Pourquoi? Why would he? Would he want to be held down by a nurse
while a medecin slices skin off his body?

Le garcon has got a problem. Perhaps you are the one to help him. You are
circoncis, n'est ce pas? Perhaps you can help him find a medecin to do it
if he is so much is wanting it."

A week or so later Ryan brought Didier with him to the City Man
Clinic. Another appointment with Peter Adebi for him, and a consultation
for Didier with me to sort out his foreskin "problem." Whilst Ryan was
having his rectum flushed by Peter, Didier was standing in front of me
whilst I examined his genitals and discussed with him the options regarding
circumcision. The boy had an impressive piece of African meat hanging from
his groin, a fairly thick five inches of black penis which was fully
covered at the end by a substantial foreskin which protruded almost half an
inch beyond the glans, ending in an oblique fashion, very neatly without
wrinkles or irregulaties. His plum shaped glans was perfectly outlined by
the close fitting prepuce, flaring out respectably beyond the girth of his
shaft.

Didier told me without embarrassment or hesitation how during his
adolescent years he had become conscious of the fact that unlike his elder
brothers he had not been cut and how at school he learned quickly how to
identify fellow African immigrants by the scars that had been left by
circumcisers from operations done either back home or here in England. He
knew that he personally did not stand out from all the black boys. There
were plenty of English born Caribbean boys in the school and neighbourhood
who had lengthy foreskins intact. But he wanted to be cut like his African
brothers. He said it was a matter of belonging and respecting the
traditions, even if his father had put Africa behind him. Seeing Patrice at
Old Trafford had re-ignited his determination to get the cut.

Didier stood in front of me, his penis hanging down from below his
sweatshirt, his crotch closely shaved, just a thin covering of wiry hair on
his pubis. Explaining that I needed to examine his retracted foreskin and
judge it's pliability before operating I took the heavy organ in my hand
and palpitated it slowly from the base to the tip before proceeding to pull
back the thick black covering of skin. Didier responded immediately to my
touch and I felt his penis swelling as my fingers explored the shaft. By
the time I came to retract the foreskin he had already added at least two
inches to his already impressive length. Using just thumb and forefinger I
eased the skin back noting how it stretched with ease to slip downwards
towards the corona. With the foreskin resting in the sulcus I pinched at
the meatus to check that all was normal and noted that the bright pink
opening of the urethra showed no signs of abnormality.

Taking Didier's penis by both hands I began to push the foreskin down the
shaft to determine its inner length and to verify that there was no
contraindication to performing a full Gomco circumcision on him. The
pinkish inner flesh stood out in stark contrast to the black outer
skin. Didier's foreskin was indeed lengthy both on overall measurement and
to the extent that it's inner junction was almost two inches down the shaft
from the glans.

 I pulled Didier's foreskin up and down several times, marvelling at its
pliability and suppleness. Even as he continued to erect it was possible to
cover the whole glans. In a few seconds Didier had swollen to a full eight
inches of erection and a bead of pre-seminal fluid began to glisten at the
tip of his glans. If he was to be circumcised that afternoon, Ryan having
agreed drive him home, then his excitement had to be dealt with before we
could proceed any further.

I could have been discreet and suggested that he masturbate himself, always
a good idea some hours before a circumcision, but I was never one to look
an African or any other gift horse in the mouth. So, with a corny "let me
help you take care of that" approach I leaned forward to take the rampant
pole between my lips. The musky aroma of his black foreskin intoxicated me
as I pushed my tongue into it. I tasted the saltiness of his already
dripping piss slit and slowly pushed the foreskin upwards and outwards with
the tip of my tongue. When I could get no further into him I started to
ease the tightening flesh backwards towards the ridge of his helmet and
taste the full sweetness of his dark plum. With my lips locked tightly
around the mobile flesh I pushed it further and further down the thick
shaft and let Didier feel the full benefit of my tongue on the column of
flesh which in half an hour would be exposed forever.

Sucking Didier's foreskin up once more I was conscious of the trembling in
his groin and the way in which he was pushing his hips towards
me. Controlling his cock with my mouth I reached my arms around his thighs
and up his legs to massage his muscular buttocks and finger at his
cleft. With one digit teasing his tight ass hole I increased the speed of
my oral stimulation and was not surprised when in a few moments my mouth
was flooded with his thick man juice. Holding my head in his hands, Didier
cried out and rammed himself as far as he could into my throat, the warm
liquid bathing me inside. I wanted to savour every drop of his juice and
enjoy the warmth of his detumescence between my lips. When the last trickle
of juice had slipped out of him and his cock was losing its hardness he
slowly began to pull himself out from between my lips.

Ten minutes later Didier was flat on his back, his sweatshirt rolled up to
his chest, clenching the edges of the examination table as I plunged a
needle deep into the base of his penis. His face contorted and his lips
pursed tightly as the hypodermic made its way three times into the solid
flesh below his pubis. In a few moments, the lidocaine began to take effect
and even though he was not completely without sensation I retracted his
foreskin and began to position one of my largest Gomco bells over his
glans. Once Didier was insensitive to the pinch of a forceps I proceeded to
position the plate and screw down the mechanism which would clamp his
foreskin. We had agreed that the cut should be a tight as possible and I
pulled up the maximum length of skin physically possible before finally
tightening the nut.

His penis now well and truly frozen, Didier lay still for the next ten
minutes whilst the clamp did its work of crushing the flesh and blood
vessels beneath it. When at last the moment arrived for the ablation of his
foreskin Didier watched wide eyed and with a nervous smile on his face as I
began to draw a fine scalpel around the dark flesh of his penis. The collar
of flesh slid away from the plate and up the sides of the silvery bell
until it was like a choirboy's ruffle, only black rather than white, with a
red tint at the severed edge.

Having checked that no little tags or slivers of skin remained above the
Gomco plate I slowly began to unscrew the apparatus and very gently take it
apart. Didier smiled with deep contentment when his circumcision was
finally revealed. A dark red line divided his penis a full inch down from
the glans. Below, the jet black skin of his shaft and above the exposed
pink flesh which over the next months and years would darken but never
sufficiently to obscure the stark reality of his having been cut.

Bandaged and rested Didier waited for Ryan to emerge from Peter's
consultation and treatment room. The old pro and Peter must have been
having an extended session of anal cleansing and therapy that day. It was
interesting to think that many years before, Ryan had had his helmet freed
and exposed and that today he had brought his newest team mate for the same
procedure. Perhaps a bond would form between them.

Six weeks later Didier Amani returned to City Man Clinic for a post-op
check up. Peter had done a few home visits during the firstly to remove the
dressings on the third day and then a couple to check that all was as it
should be during the early days when the scab was forming and later
beginning to peel off. Peter kept me up to date on the excellent wound
healing and I eagerly awaited Didier's return, when i would see the final
result.

Relaxed, at ease and obviously proud of himself, the young man was eager to
undo his clothing, drop his pants and show me his "new" penis. When he
slipped off the white hip briefs his penis dropped down over his scrotum in
all its glory. The flaccid five inches were all the more impressive for the
permanent display of his thick, plum shaped glans. The scar line was still
very obvious, a slight ridge at the point where his black shaft skin met
the exposed reddish flesh. Reaching over to the impressive genitals I held
the penis in one hand whilst running my finger around the scar with the
other. It was perfectly even and regular to the touch all the way round
Didier's shaft. "Have you had any pain or uncomfortable tightness with
erections?"

"No not really. It hurt the first few of times when the wound was still
tender but now it's fine. It's better than ever. Do you want to see?" and
with that Didier began to work on his cock and balls to bring himself to
erection. The magnificent organ grew between his fingers and soon stood at
its solid eight inches. Taking his hand away so that I could see it without
obstruction, it jutted out rock like away from his groin. Freed of its
foreskin Didier's penis had been transformed into a proud African staff and
sceptre. The edge of the glans, now free from any restriction or cover,
showed the full extent of its rounded and bevelled rim. The scar line had
stretched and now formed a solid red ring around the naked shaft and it was
impossible not to bend down to anoint it with my tongue.

Kneeling in front of Didier I took his cock in my hand and brought it to my
lips. My tongue quivered as it worked its way around, up and down, across
and back again, tracing the mark of manhood which I had given to him six
weeks previously. The slight ridge formed by the scar was sufficient to set
my nerves on edge and provoke the outpouring of saliva with which I then
bathed his glans and shaft. Having explored every millimetre of his
circumcision scar I took the outsize cock in my mouth and savoured the
throbbing glans, poking my tongue into the deep piss slit. Swirling around
the grlans I hit upon the thick frenum which I had left in place and
flicked at it before plunging down the shaft.

Didier clasped my head and made me work on his hot cock, pushing himself
deep into my throat and back out to the edge of the flaring helmet. For a
boy who was used to wanking himself daily six weeks had been a long time to
go without release. The tension that had built up in him during the healing
period was now released. He poured out his juice in a torrent that flooded
my throat and gullet. Jerking his whole body against me and pulling at my
head he shot spurt after spurt of thick African man juice into me.

Pulling out of my mouth when his spasms ceased, he was happy to let me
continue my tongue bathing of his still tumescent shaft. As his cock slowly
lost some of its length and girth I concentrated on pleasuring him at the
point where his boy foreskin had been cut off. Didier moaned and groaned
with post-orgasmic pleasure whilst I took delight in caressing the line of
his cut, his body now marked forever with the definitive, ultimate sign of
manhood.

Jeremy

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