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   The Procedure

   By CutBator F

   Edited by Big Billie

   Author's Note.  This story is 100% fiction and is for mature readers
only.  If you are under 18 please leave now.  Please note that all my
stories are written for enjoyment only and are not intended to give anyone
ideas on what to do, what to try, or who to do things with.  The actions
taken in my stories should stay in your mind only, and should not be
expanded to real life situations.

   After the passage of the Mandatory Male Routine Infant Circumcision and
Standardization Act a new multi-billion circumcision oriented industry
quickly grew; medical devices, insurance companies, pharmaceutical
companies, hospitals and universities, all created their own specialized
departments in male circumcision and related fields.  This was incredibly
good for the economy, with the NFP government using all related tax
collected from the industry to pay for scholarships for girls and women,
healthcare services for them and also to further extend their agenda on the
media.  Also the big push of the circumcision industry created great
technological advancements; specialized equipment is now available, made
specifically to modify the penis according to MMR standards and methods.

   At the end of his revision, Doctor Alton had explained to Randy that he
did not comply with the required standards established in the law and
hence, he had to assist to a standardization procedure in order to complete
his process and be up to date.  She explained that just as before a new
letter with his appointment date would arrive soon.

   One month passed since the revision experience and Randy had pretty much
got back to normal.  He was practically over the whole incident, even
though he was not able to share the experience with anybody else.  He was
just about fine about it now.  He didn't remember much of it anyway.  Once
in a while the subject would come up between friends at the bar but all the
guys would suddenly start acting kind of weird and quickly change it.  The
ads supporting the new law were everywhere, however, on TV, radio, the
internet.  The publicity was not detailed; it merely stated that the
government was working for the protection and well-being of everybody.

   After a long day at the office, Randy came home to find another of the
government envelopes under his door, this time with pictures of "empowered"
women and girls working in different fields (as doctors, astronauts,
politicians) all around.  As before the envelope was embossed with the logo
of the Secretary of Health.  The correspondence also had the code
MMR-L-334424-6 in big letters; and right under this was his name in much
smaller sized font.  Randy opened the envelope.  There was a letter inside.
It was an appointment for his MMR Procedure:

   "Mandatory Male Circumcision & Women Protection Programs Standardization
and Reviewing Procedures Medical Citation for Standardization Procedure
Penis ID: MMR-L-334424-6 Randall B.  Morris As per the Mandatory Male
Routine Infant Circumcision and Standardization Act you are required to
assist to you Standardization MMR Procedure Location: Pinewood Elementary
School Hour: 18:00
Date: July 25th "
The letter as before contained a series of instructions including the
use of loose clothing and the prohibition to wear socks and underwear. 
This time it also had a clause that required Randy to abstain from

ejaculation for 24 hours beforehand (if ejaculation was plausible).

   On the day of the procedure, Randy put on some white basketball shorts
and a black tank top.  It had been a really hot day so at least he was
comfortable.  He decided on a pair of flip flops this time and got going.
Pinewood Elementary was just two blocks away so he walked there.

   When arriving at the school he saw a big sign in the front lawn which
read as follows:

   "GOMCO technology Secretary of Health Standardization Procedure Center

   If you have an appointment please direct yourself to the school gym; you
can follow the path marked with arrows to get there.

   Thank you"

   Randy followed the path into the school until he got to the gym.  At the
door there was a line of about 15 other guys and some boys.  There were
armed guards walking around them, and another two guards at the door.  A
nurse was sitting behind an improvised desk right outside the entrance, and
she was the one letting the guys in, one by one.

   He got behind a tall blonde guy who seemed about 25 years old.  "Hey how
are you?" Randy said to the guy, who turned around quickly.  "Well not as
good as I might be" the man said signaling his fingers to his crotch.  "I
am Jackson." Suddenly one of the guards came by and asked them to be quiet.
"No interaction between subjects during the procedure please," she said.

   Jackson made a silly face and then turned back around, giving his back
to Randy who got a bit nervous about all the security and harsh rules; but,
like all other males, he had no other choice but to comply and stay in
line.

   One by one the guys were admitted inside the gym.  From his place Randy
could see that the nurse would ask them some information and then give them
some sort of a badge, that they would hang around their necks right away,
and a plastic bag.

   After about 20 minutes in line it was almost time for him to get to the
desk, he saw Jackson being called out and talking to the nurse for a bit
but really couldn't hear as they had to keep some distance between each
other, marked by some lines on the floor.

   He finally saw Jackson; he was hanging the badge on his neck.  He
quickly turned around and winked at Randy while making a sort of sad face;
he then walked to the gym entrance, where a guard opened one of the doors
for him to get in.

   After this, the nurse on the desk moved her arm up requesting Randy to
come by.  He now could see that she was very young, about 22 years old,
with long black hair and olive skin.

   "Hello!  May have your MMR-ID number please?" She said to Randy.  "I'm
sorry.  My what?" Randy answered.  "Your MMR-ID number; it should have
given to you after your revision appointment.  You guys should be learning
these numbers by now..." She said sounding kind of frustrated.  Then she
continued: "Anyway, I can use your forename name and your surname name."
"Randall B Morris," Randy answered.  "But you can call me Randy" he then

added jokingly.  The girl did not seem to be in the mood for jokes.  She
just looked over to the laptop she had on the desk and started typing.  "I
have you here Randall Morrison ID 334424-6" she said.  Then she started
looking around in a pile of badges she had on the desk and picked one.

   "You have been assigned to line 3.  Please hang this badge on your neck
and do not remove it for any reason while inside.  I will also give you a
bag so you can keep your belongings safe.  Inside they will explain more to
you.  Now please proceed." The nurse continued, handing Randy a blue badge
with a neck strap and the bag.

   Randy took both things and saw that there was some writing on the badge.
It read:

   "ID 334424-6 Deficient RIC subject / 41 years Procedures FRR / M / peel
/ level 2 to level 5 LINE 3"

   He continued walking towards the entryway.  Another female guard opened
the door and he got in.

   Inside the school gym there were 3 lines of medical tents installed
end-to-end along the whole floor, each one was about 13 feet tall, but with
no roof.  They were similar to the ones used in weddings and emergency
hospitals.  They also seemed to form some sort of a tunnel from one side of
the structure to the other.  Each line had an access point with a metal
detector and a guard and big signs indicating the line number.  Randy's
line was the one on the right, so we walked towards it.

   He passed the detector and the guard touch up, and walked through to
find what seemed to be an improvised locker room.  There were about five
metal benches placed side by side and a large table with two executive
looking women behind it.  Across the room, there was a water dispenser on
the corner.  Some TV screens were hanging by the benches in metallic
supports.  They were playing government and Gomco ads.  Andy saw Jackson
sitting at one of the benches and removing his socks.

   "Hello sir, please come over," said one of the women on the big table.
She had a business attire on.  Randy passed by Jackson and got to her. 
Next to the table Randy saw a line of the equipment that was used in his
revision, the devices that looked like futuristic weighing machines.

   "Good evening," the woman who called for Randy said.  "Please can you
pull your badge close to the reader," she said, signaling at what seemed to
be a card reader hooked to the computer she was working on.

   Randy leaned and did as told.  It made a sound and the woman started
working on her computer.  "Great, thanks for that," she said.  "I have here
ID 334424-6, Morris.  Right?"

   "Correct," said Randy.

   "Thanks.  My name is Sarah.  Let me provide some instructions so the
process is smooth and easy for you and for us.  I will need you to please
remove all of your clothing, and to put on the gown that is inside the
container that you were given.  By all I mean all, including watches and
jewelry.  Then you will put all of those clothes inside the container and
bring it to me.  Oh, I forgot.  Please also get your cell phone in there.
This is compulsory.  Understood?"

   "Alright," said Randy in a defeated tone.  He then walked back to the
benches and sat down to start undressing.

   Jackson was sitting on a different bench, fully naked now, putting his
clothes in the bag.  His cut dick was out and fully flaccid.

   "Hey, hey," he said to Randy, while going back to the desk on the back.

   Randy started taking off his clothes.  He basically had just two pieces
of clothing on and his flip flops, so he quickly removed his shorts and
shirt and put them away along with his phone.  He put on the gown, which
was a simple medical one with an open back but had a "Gomco Inc" logo on
it, and then walked back to the women.

   "Here you go," said Randy, handing the bag.

   "Thanks," she said.  "Oh, Mr.  Morrison, the sandals must go in too."

   Randy took off the flip flops and added them to the bag; right beside
him Jackson was giving his bag to the other woman, a serious-looking
Afro-Caribbean girl.  She looked at both of them in their gowns and started
talking:
"Ok, so this is how it's gonna go.  In the next area, which is located
right through that pass, you will find an assigned space where you will
have your procedure completed.  The doctors and nurses inside will explain
more but for now please be aware that you are required to provide semen for
a DNA sample.  Pretty much, you need to jerk one off." She said this while
moving her hand up and down doing the old "jerk off" gesture.  "After you
provide your samples, the doctor will start with the standardization
according to what was established in your revision.  This is a Gomco Inc
sponsored facility, so the process will be completed using the latest tech
equipment and tools, which is great for you.  It should all be fairly

painless and quick."

   Sarah was paying attention and as soon as the other woman finished she
continued: "Thanks for that.  As Angela said there, you are almost ready
for step two.  We now just need you to stand on the machines you see next
to you to complete your enrollment and then," as she smiled, pulled out two
plastic cups, and put them on the table, "you will take these with you."
Randy and Jackson did as instructed and stepped barefoot on one machine
each.  After a few seconds there was a sound, and a screen showed each guys
MMR ID.  Sarah then printed a sticker with the number on each one of the
bags and threw them among a bunch of other bags.  She also wrote down their

respective IDs on the plastic sample cups.

   "Will we get those back?" asked Jackson about the bags with their
clothing.

   "Sure, they should be ready for you when you are finished.  I also have
your procedure spaces ready.  ID 334424-6 will get station 3, and ID
437464-3 station 9," Sarah said nicely.

   She continued: "By the way you need to take these as well.  I forgot to
tell you!  Silly me!  There is water on the corner." She then handed each
of them 4 pills, 2 yellow ones and 2 blue ones.

   Randy and Jackson grabbed the cups and the pills and walked over to the
water dispenser.  It had some paper cones so they filled up the cups and
took the pills.

   "You nervous?" said Randy to Jackson.

   "Oh well, I am, but not much we can talk about here right?"

   Both guys moved to the other side of the room where a second entryway
was located.  It had some plastic curtains across it, so you couldn't see
on the inside.

   "So I'm at station 3, huh?" said Randy.

   "Guess so, bro," Jackson replied.

   They walked passed the door to find a much larger room than the first
one.  It went almost through the whole length of the gym.  On the right
side there were about 15 stations with one stretcher bed, hospital
equipment, and other machines on their side.  Partitions were placed
between them but they were not the regular ones as they were only about
half the height of the ones used normally; you could clearly see, from
anywhere is the room, which bed had a patient and which was empty.

   This room was much more crowded and busy than the first one.  There were
a lot of nurses and doctors walking around, and about half the spaces were
filled with men and boys.  Some of the doctors were standing next to them,
performing procedures, while others were talking to each other.  All
personnel in there, with exception of some janitors, were female.

   Two nurses came close to the guys, who had just got it the room and were
looking very surprised.

   "Hello, can I have your ID?" one of them said to Jackson.

   "I don't know that.  I am Jackson Grove," he said.

   The nurse checked on the tablet she had.  "You have been assigned to
number 9, please come with me."

   Jackson followed her through the corridor.

   "You must be 334424-6 then," said the other nurse to Randy.  She seemed
to be in her early 30's, short blonde curly hair, a bit overweight but with
big tits and a nice ass.

   "I guess so.  Randall Morrison, to be exact," said Randy.

   "Sure Randall, I am nurse Rosa and I will be assisting the doctor for
your procedure, I am actually doing my internship to become a certified MMR
practitioner myself, so I am very excited.  You will be on number three. 
Please follow me."

   Randy followed nurse Rosa to his station.  While walking by he saw a
sweaty hairy guy in his fifties or so laying on the first station bed.  He
was masturbating with his eyes closed and legs wide open, fully exposed.  A
young female doctor was standing next to him, looking at her phone as if
nothing was happening, just sort of waiting.

   On the next station, less than two meters away, there was a passed out
boy.  He had an oxygen mask on, an IV on his arm, and some sort of a penis
pump on his fully hard cock.  The pump was hooked to a big machine that had
a monitor on it with green letters.  It read: "Tightening Cycle... Progress
82%."

   They finally got to the third station.  "Please go ahead and lay on the
bed, sir," said nurse Rosa to Randy.  He went ahead and lay down.  The
nurse helped him adjust the height of the bed support to make him
comfortable.

   Randy was feeling a bit cold now, so he asked the nurse, "Can I have
something to cover my feet?  I'm really cold."

   She replied, "Not right now sir, but soon the medicine will kick in and
you will feel fine.  I'm gonna go ahead and set up your IV while we wait
for the doctor."

   A couple of minutes later, Randy started to feel warmer and dizzy; his
cock was now also responding and an erection was coming.  It was
involuntary, just like the one in his revision procedure.  The nurse took
Randy's arm and set up the IV on it.  The bag had an orange liquid and a
legend on it: Standardization Blend.

   While the nurse was securing the IV on his arm a woman in her mid 40's
came to the station.  She had curly brown hair and glasses on, was wearing
a doctor's open coat, a blazer with a bra on the inside only, and a mini
skirt.

   "Good evening!  I see we have everything almost setup" She said to the
nurse, and signaled, since Randy's now full erection was making a tent on
his gown.

   "Hello, I am Doctor Sawyer and will be in charge of you today," she said
to Randy, and she checked his profile on a tablet.  "As you were told, we
need to obtain the DNA semen sample before we start with your procedure.  I
see that you have now a full erection due to the medication, and you should
also be impatient to provide the sample thanks to it."

   Randy was now feeling very numbed out, but at the same time he was very,
very horny, and he wanted to jerk off.  This was due to the pills provided,
which would make the males easy to control but would also increase their
libido (especially their need to masturbate) to extreme levels.

   "Yeah, they explained it to me," said Randy to her, struggling to put
his words together.

   "Great.  So please get started so we can collect the sample and begin
with the rest of the routine.  Make sure as much sperm as possible gets in
the cup." She then took his gown all the way up his chest, liberating his
fully erect cock, now covered in precum, in one movement.

   "334424-6.  Procedure started," she said out loud, so her tablet would
start the recording of the session.  A cam was placed pointing directly at
each bed on the stations; the one on station 3 turned on and a red light on
the side of it lit up.

   Randy grabbed his cock right away and started masturbating.  His pace
was very fast; he couldn't help but feel the need to masturbate.  His legs
were wide open, his feet were out of the stretcher, and he was very
agitated.  He almost became some sort of an animal, all inhibitions gone.
His eyes went blank and he started drooling.  He was in a trance.  The cold
was gone for sure.

   The doctor and nurse were right next to Randy while he was jerking off.
They did not seem much interested in him.  By this hour of the day they had
already seen about 10 guys and boys do the same thing.  Rosa did like
Randy's look though; his beard and nice thick body made her pussy wet. 
However, she kept a very professional attitude.

   "They do really get horny, huh?" said Rosa to Doctor Sawyer.

   "Yes.  The medication in designed to make our job easier.  Less than
five minutes and he will be done.  Please help me take the sample to the
sperm bank team asap when he has finished," answered the doctor.  "Then you
can come back and I will explain how we will work on this one.  A lot of
jobs need to be done."

   At that moment Randy started moaning hard and his toes curled; so the
nurse took the sample cup and placed it rapidly right under his cock.  He
shot a lot of sperm, some into it and some out; even the nurse's hand was
now covered in cum.  Right after he came his head fell back and he passed
out.  His balls and stomach were covered in cum and his cock was still
raging hard.

   Rosa cleaned her hand on Randy's hairy thigh, put the lid on the cup,
and left to put away the sample.  In the meantime the doctor started
pulling out a series of instruments and turning on some machines that were
by the side of the bed.  She opened Randy's file and started studying it
further.

   "They've processed the sample now," said Rosa to the doctor when she
came back to the station.

   "Great!  Thank you!  So you wanna stay around and see how it's done?"
replied the doctor.

   "Sure would love to help if you allow me."

   The doctor took a pair of gloves and put them on.  She handed another
pair to Rosa.  She then took Randy's completely erect cock on her hand and
started explaining some details to Rosa:

   "In order to comply with the parameters some work needs to be done on
this cock.  I reviewed the revision and the doctor did recommend some
procedures on the far side that I don't necessarily agree with; but it must
be completed as she was assigned as his main practitioner.  I am gonna get
started with the frenulum treatment which should be pretty fast."

   The doctor took an instrument that seemed to be a white cauterization
device and turned it on.  A vibration sound started and a blue light turned
on the tip of it.  Two small red lights started blinking on its side.

   "As you see here, there are some traces of frenulum that must be removed
per guidelines; this I have here is the new Gomco's "fren" removing and
sealing tool.  It will burn the remnants and kill the adjacent nerves while
also cauterizing the skin so the patient's recovery is faster," said the
doctor.

   She grabbed Randy's hard cock with her left hand and the machine with
her right, and started moving it over the few fren remnants Randy had on
his cock.  One of these was in the mid shaft section, another one close to
his glans.  When she pushed the tool into the skin some smoke came out as
if it was burning.  She took the instrument up and down several times over
his cock until it all became a patch of totally smooth, though somewhat
irritated, skin.

   "Wow, that was really efficient and I see no blood," said Rosa to the
doctor.

   "Yeah!  It does cauterize immediately so little to no blood is present
while using it.  We will use this one to open up the coronal ridge in his
glans as well.  MMR recommends this.  It is not mandatory, but Dr Alton's
revision does mention it so we will do it," answered the doctor.

   This time doctor Sawyer pressed a button on the tool, which started to
make a louder sound, and then directed it at Randy's coronal ridge, the
space where the corona meets with the frenulum on an uncut cock.  She
started sculpting his dick out, opening the ridge more and even going a bit
higher up to his piss slit.  More smoke came out and she applied some force
to get the results she wanted.  At the end the underside of the glans
seemed to be split in two completely, with one side separated about 1 inch
from the other and the piss slit in the middle.

   "Right, I think we are done with that part," said Doctor Sawyer to Rosa,
who was standing next to her.  "Would you please bring the tray behind you
and put it on this table." She pointed at an auxiliary cart placed on the
side of the stretcher.

   "Sure!" said Rosa, then brought the tools.

   The tray had different medical tools on it: a small and medium scalpel,
tweezers, surgery dishes, small forceps, gauze, lots of other surgery
instruments, and two big syringes, one full of white and the other of
transparent liquid.

   "This will be the most complicated part for today," said the doctor,
then pointed at the tablet she had now laying on Randy's chest.  "As you
see here, Dr.  Alton recommended that 2 cm of shaft skin need to be
removed, and she also mentioned a repositioning of the scar." She continued
while pointing at Randy's cock and circ scar.  "I am now gonna remove the
requested skin and reattach the rest back to the root, this sounds a bit
terrifying but we have great tech here, so it will be easy for us.  Please
put 20 mg of Propofex to his IV as we need him to stay out of it while we
do this."

   Rosa got the recommended dose and put it on Randy's IV.  He was still
totally out, but this would get him in a deeper sleep.  His whole body was
now covered in sweat, and his cock was still fully erect.

   "I'm going to inject this directly into the penis and testicles of the
subject so the erection will subside a little; but first I am going to mark
the amount of skin that needs to be removed," explained the doctor to the
nurse.

   Doctor Sawyer took a black marker from the tray and draw two lines
around Randy's cock shaft, they formed a sort of ring around it, one was
placed at the very root, then another about 1 inch up.  She then injected
half the white syringe into his balls and the other in the middle of the
two rings she had drawn.  A few seconds later Randy's cock went down to a
semi erect state.

   While this happened, the boy on the adjacent station, the one Randy saw
passed out, started screaming suddenly.  "Help its burning my willy!! 
Please!!" He moved violently while trying to get up.  A couple nurses came
running.  One strapped his ankles to the bed, and the other one put
something into his IV and he went back to sleep right away.  The screen on
his machine read: Keratinization: In progress 56%.

   Doctor Sawyer seemed quite unbothered by the incident; Rosa on the other
hand was checking the kid, out a bit worried; they saw it all through the
low height partition.

   "OK, let's continue," said the doctor to Rosa in a serious tone. 
"Please help me with scalped #2."

   The doctor made two round cuts on Randy's dick, following along the
lines she had marked before, she cleaned the blood with some gauze and then
using some forceps removed the skin that had been separated.  She then
pulled the skin of the upper side down to the root cut.  Randy's cock was
now so tight that his tip and glans moved down a bit, as if there was a
weight hanging from his penis.  She threw the removed skin on a surgery
dish.

   "Now normally we would have to use some stitches to get this together,
right?" said the doctor to Rosa.  Meanwhile, she had the pullers closed on
the cock to keep the skin together.  "Good news is that we have this little
fella that will stick the skin together and keep everything in place right
away.  The laser tech will pretty much scar the tissue immediately, leave
an invisible mark, and avoid any inflammation." The doctor took a plastic
tool that looked like a silicone gun from the tray.  She pulled a switch on
it twice and a light at the tip turned green.

   She moved the tool around the circumference of the cut she had made on
Randy's cock root and it immediately sealed the skin together.  Some smoke
came out again, but after passing it a couple of times around the cock the
skin looked like it had never been apart.  This time there was an inch
missing though.  Randy's cock skin was so tight, even semi erect, that it
shone under the school gym lights.

   The doctor took another gauze and some disinfectant.  She sprayed and
cleaned Randy's cock, balls, legs and belly.  When he was completely
cleansed she injected him again with the orange liquid syringe on his balls
and cock.

   "We need it hard again for the rest of the process," the doctor said. 
"Please add another 10 cc of PXP to his IV."

   Randy started waking up again.  He was completely numb and unable to
move from his neck down.  He couldn't even open his mouth to talk or say
anything.  The white, intense light from the gym, and the lights in the
station, were blinding him.  His cock felt very sore, but he was not in
pain.  Suddenly he started feeling an erection coming and there was a bit
of pain.  He felt like his cock was gonna explode from the tightness.  He
rapidly passed out again though, as the nurse started injecting the
medication to his intravenous.

   The doctor went to the back of the station and turned a big white
machine on.  It had a logo on it that read Gomco Keramax Pro 3 in 1. 
Hanging on its side it had some sort of penis pump like attachment with a
series of cables on its upper side.

   Doctor Sawyer explained: "As specified in the file, this penis needs
some further adjustments to be completed with an unspecified method." She
pointed at the machine.  "This, right here, is a new toy and we are lucky
enough to be using it today.  It will help desensitize, keratinize and
remove some nerve endings in order to make this penis comply."

   The doctor grabbed a tube of lubricant from a drawer on the side of the
cart.  She lubricated Randy's fully hard cock, and jacked it off for a bit
so that it got even harder.  She then took the penis pump like tool from of
the machine and placed his cock on it, making a squeezing sound.

   A screen lit up to show a digital image of Randy's penis.  It had a menu
on the side with several options.  The doctor choose the first one; it read
Nerve Neutralizer.

   "Doctor Alton recommended a percentage of additional nerve
neutralization for this one.  This tool allows us to be very detailed with
the process.  I personally like to choose the areas myself so we will have
a nice balanced result," explained the doctor to Rosa.  She then pinched
out on the screen.

   The 3D image zoomed in.  It now showed a detailed map of Randy's cock
divided into lower and mid shaft and glans, each of them in different
shades of green.  The doctor continued explaining to Rosa: "The areas in
green are the most active nerve ending zones in his shaft and glans.  When
I press start here the nerve endings will be neutralized using laser and
heat technology.  It will be done from the inside out of the skin and
muscle, so no noticeable changes will show.  The nerve endings will pretty
much whiten and die on the inside of his cock; we must be very careful as
we don't want to fully kill the sensation and get in some trouble."

   The doctor started adjusting the options based on Dr.  Alton's revision
recommendations, shaft 94% neutralized, underside and former frenulum, 95%,
and then she went for 97% on the glans option.  Finally she hit the start
button.  The machine started making some noise, a motor like sound came on,
some lights lit inside the pump, and it started pumping Randy's cock up and
down very fast.

   The screen showed a detailed progress map of each area, lighting all of
his penis nerve endings in green.  After a few minutes some of the green
areas started graying out; this would continue until the entered amount of
nerve neutralization would be completed, leaving just a few scattered areas
in green.  The two women did some small talk while they waited, laughing
about some joke they had seen on their phones.  Then the machine made a
beeping sound indicating the cycle was completed.

   "Done!  We are now going to proceed with the penis shaft and head
keratinization cycle.  This is different from the what we just did as it
does not kill the nerves but hardens the skin and demoisturizes it leaving
the harsh look and feeling that is required and considered safe as per MMR
standards," continued the doctor, explaining to Rosa.

   At that moment a middle aged woman with dyed blonde hair came into the
station with a camerawoman by her side.  She had short black hair and was
wearing a gray blazer.

   Some states had been more reluctant than others when it came to support
the Female Protection and Equalization Acts; as always cultural differences
between the south and the coast cities was very evident; surprisingly the
first ones were more supportive of the Mandatory Male Routine Infant
Circumcision and Standardization Act part, as they were traditionally the
ones with the higher percentage of RIC.  They weren't, however, very keen
on the rest of the laws and orders to provide equality to women and girls.

   The Radical Feminist Party took a very smart approach on this and sold
the idea of the Female Equalization Act as an act of pride and nationalism,
Circumcised penis represented the essence of America and large campaigns to
make this a motto in the south were run; for the more "liberal" states, the
acts were sold more as a way to protect everybody both males and females;
males would be more calmed and focused and have better health, while women
would be safer from assault and have better sex lives once all males were
standardized.

   Nowadays, both these ideas have been taken down from the mainstream. 
The public now sees the FEMACTS and the MMR as an essential need; men and
boys have been taken out of the context, even though they own the penises,
the MMR is done strictly as a female healthcare issue.  Medical schools,
books, studies, and all male circumcision related fields see it as part of
Female Sexuality issues.

   "Excuse me, I'm Miranda Cooper.  I work for Gomco International and I'm
running a project for the Secretary of Education.  Would you mind if I ask
you a few questions and do a few shots of the subject you are working on?"
The woman said this nicely to the doctor who was just adding the new
instructions onto the machine.

   "Hello Miranda.  Sure, we are almost completed with this subject but
feel free to take any shots you need and I will be glad to answer the
questions you have," answered Doctor Sawyer.  "By the way, this is Rosa. 
She has been assisting me with this one today."

   "Nice!  Well to give you a little bit more context this project is to be
used for a new government program called Education for Equality, so it
might be used in schools in the future," Miranda said.  "Because of this,
would you mind if we cover the face of the subject?  We don't wanna cause
any alarm in the school by showing that full bearded face to kids," She
continued jokingly.

   The doctor agreed, and then Miranda ordered the camerawoman to proceed.
She placed her camera down on the floor and grabbed the backpack she was
wearing.  Then she took out what seem to be a blue ski mask and handed it
to Rosa, indicating to put in over Randy's head.

   Rosa pushed Randy's head up.  He was still unconscious so she lifted his
head a little to place the mask.  It was a strange sight now: a full grown
man, his head covered, with a ski mask, a gown pushed up to his chest, a
machine pumping and treating his fully erect penis, and his legs wide open.

   "Thanks for that," said Miranda to Rosa.  "Now let's get to work." With
this the other woman picked the camera up and started recording.

   "Make sure you take from down at his feet up to his cock and focus on
that for a while.  Then move the camera all the way up.  Try not to take in
the head though.  Then move to the machine."

   The camera woman started to record Randy's body from top to bottom as
instructed, while Miranda voiced over some of the advantages of a Gomco MMR
Facility and some other ideas about the importance of the MMR laws for the
safety and safe development of boys and girls, saying how they were very
different and to achieve real equality, the penis had to be modified and
the pussy had to remain totally integral, together with some other
political propaganda.

   The floor was getting busier as a bunch of guys were getting in, filling
now most of the stations.  It was getting warm and there was a distinctive
musky odor in the air.

   Miranda finished her voice over and then turned to the Doctor to ask her
some questions "How long have you been a specialized MMR professional?" she
asked.

   The doctor replied.  "Well I have been working with Gomco for the past
year and I was actually one of the first graduates from the College of..."
Suddenly Randy started moving violently and screaming under the mask he had
on.

   "Daaamn what the fuck is thisss!!!  my cock is fucking burning!!!!" he
shouted loudly.

   He was thrusting up and down and very confused by his covered face.  His
dick was still in the machine and fully erect.

   Rosa, who was right behind the doctor quickly put another dose of
relaxing agent on his IV; he went unconscious again, his cock still hard.

   "I'm sorry about that," said the doctor.  "This part seems to be the
more uncomfortable one for the subjects.  Some of them wake up or complain
about a burning sensation."

   She kept on going with the interview questions.  Miranda quizzed her for
about fifteen minutes.  Then a beep on the machine interrupted them again.

   "Looks like we are almost done with this one," said the doctor.  She
proceeded to take Randy's cock out of the pump.  It was still hard and
bounced on his stomach as a mixture of lubricating gel and precum started
dripping.  When they saw this both Rosa and the Miranda felt a tingle on
her pussies, their clits getting hard; the doctor and camerawoman felt
nothing though, being lesbians.  It was just a dangerous and disgusting
piece of meat for them, and it deserved punishment.

   "We have one more step two go, and then the patient will be moved to the
next room for cleaning, register and release," continued the doctor.

   She checked on the tablet that was still over Randy's chest and saw one
last process was pending.

   "OK.  So to have this finished we just need to do the peeling," the
doctor said.  "This is an important step in MMR as it unifies the skin tone
of the whole member, giving a "natural" look to the process, basically as
if they were born this way.  It also does some further desensitization."
she explained to the rest of the women on the station.

   "I'm sorry Dr.  Sawyer," Miranda interrupted.  "Will it be possible for
us to get some `wanking' scenes?  We need some for another project on the
effects of the new pills."

   "Well this subject did provide a sample at the beginning of the
procedure, but I guess we can try and see; also it will be a good chance to
see if the machine led processes worked," Doctor Sawyer replied to Miranda.
"Rosa, please administer 2 ml of Goonex on his IV."

   Rosa pulled a drawer from the cart and started preparing the ingredients
as instructed.  She then put them on Randy's IV.  His already hard cock
started getting harder, the skin so tight and shiny it almost reflected the
camerawomen.

   Miranda asked the doctor to give a brief explanation of Goonex to the
camera.

   The doctor explained: "This is the same active constituent that is
present in the pills the subjects take at the very beginning.  It basically
turns their brains off, but all the sexual and masturbatory desires stay
active, and this turns them into "fapping" machines for some minutes."

   "That's for sure.  Gomco will be test driving Goonex at some schools
starting in the fall.  They will be used for some sex ed.  for boys pilot
programs," Miranda answered.

   Randy woke up, still with his head covered with the mask.  The only
desire he had was to take his hands to his cock and jack it off violently.
He moved upwards a bit and opened his legs wider.  He started drooling and
making dumb sounds, his eyes totally blank, as he tugged up and down his
newly modified cock, violently.  Gomco technology proved its worth.  The
skin could hold the movement, even though it was just reattached.  He kept
jerking off violently for several minutes.

   "Got them?" Miranda asked to the camerawoman, who had the camera focused
on Randy's cock.

   "Yeah, all setup," she answered.

   "Thanks, Doctor Sawyer.  That's all we needed.  We don't need the whole
show," thus indicating that she did not need to see an ejaculation.

   "Oh great, that's good.  It will take hours for this one to finish after
all we did to it today," said Doctor Sawyer, and they all laughed out loud.
"Rosa, get him out again."

   Rosa knew what she meant by that and administered another ml.  of
Propofex, which put Randy back to sleep right away.

   The doctor then proceeded to put another pair of gloves on and took out
a tube of creamy substance from a drawer.  She took a hold of Randy's still
hard cock and started applying the liquid all around it.  The liquid had a
strong chemical smell.  Right after that she applied it all around his cock
and the skin started to get red and hot.

   "This is the peeling solution.  It will give an even tone to the skin of
the penis, hiding any scar or little imperfection cause by the procedure.
Both glans and shaft will be exactly the same tone and consistency.  After
ten minutes we will clean out the subject and he will be moved to the next
room for completion."

   "Thanks so much for being so thoughtful, Dr.  Sawyer!  No other doctor
took the time to guide me through the steps and explain so carefully,"
answered Rosa.  "I am looking forward to becoming a certified Gomco
practitioner soon." And she winked at the doctor and the other two women.

   Miranda instructed the camerawomen to take some final shots of Randy's
penis, now fully covered in the chemical substance, and to do a couple more
zoom ins on the machines and equipment.

   "Rosa, please clean the subject and remove all IV's and instruments that
are attached.  Then proceed to give the patient an adrenaline and amnesiac
solution and take him for cleaning and finalization.  334424-6: Procedure
completed."

   The camera on top of the station turned off and its red light went out.

   "OK, ladies, I hope this was helpful," said doctor Sawyer to Miranda and
the camerawoman.  "Let me walk out with you.  We are done here!"

   The three women exit the station walking towards the entrance door and
chatting -- a normal day on the job...

   Randy started waking up slowly.  He was dizzy and tired.  His cock felt
really weird, not in pain but sort of numb -- the same feeling one gets
when sitting in the same position for a long time.  His arm was hurting,
though.  He was still lying in the stretcher bed, and when he moved his
head to the side he saw Rosa standing by him.

   "Oh!  Great!  You are awake now!  It went really well!  You are ready to
go, with nice results," she exclaimed to Randy.

   He didn't say much, just a shush.

   "I will now take you to the next room for cleaning and you will be
almost ready to go home."

   She pulled his robe down and helped him to get up and out of the bed. 
It was a bit difficult for him, but he was able to walk now.  Randy held
onto Rosa's arm and they walked along the passageway all the way to another
plastic door at the other side of it.  Many boys and men were in the
different stretchers in different stages of the process.  They walked by a
few other doctors and nurses and got to the end.

   "OK Mr.  Morrison, this is it for me.  Now please walk by the door and
you will receive further instructions."

   Randy walked to the other room, still confused but feeling a bit better.
(The adrenaline shot was starting to kick in.)

   In the next room there was a large metal structure to one side.  It was
full of shower heads, one next to the other, with no divider.  There were
about four fully armed guards as well.  The room was steamy and Andy could
not see clearly; but he did see some people under the water.

   "Remove the robe and throw it the bin," one of the guards said when she
saw Randy come inside.  "You can throw it in the bin by the wall.  you have
5 minutes, and then move forward to the next room.  No talking with other
subjects."

   Randy removed the robe and saw his new cock for the first time.  It
wasn't that different from the upside.  It seemed like the skin tone was
lighter, and his circ scar was gone too.  Looks like a dildo, he thought.
He didn't inspect the underside as he was rushed by the guards to get in
the water.

   In the showers he saw Jackson under one of the heads; he was washing his
dick thoroughly.  Randy noted that both their dicks looked almost identical
now, especially the skin tone.  They looked at each other without saying
anything and kept showering.

   "OK, let's move.  Quickly, we don't have all day!  Come on, come on!"
yelled one the guards.

   Randy, Jackson, and some other people that were in the showers got out
of them and were instructed to pass to next door.  No towels or robes were
given.  They were all naked this time.

   The next and final station looked very similar to the first one, though
there were no benches.  Instead there was a row of the footprint reading
devices placed side to side, about 10 of them.  They each had a camera
hanging from their sides though.  There were some women dressed just like
in the first room, in executive suits and with Gomco badges.

   "Please step on the readers and remain steady until you hear the beep,"
said one the women.

   The men were instructed to step on the machines one by one, and another
set of photographic registers was taken by the, this time automated,
cameras installed on them.

   After this they were told to go through the door marked Exit at the back
of the room.

   "We are still naked," said Randy to one of the women.

   "Yeah your clothes are waiting for you there, don't worry."

   "Let's go, bro," said Jackson who was just behind him.

   They both got out of the last "room" in the tent tunnel.  There was just
a bit of space before hitting the bleachers on the far side but it was
still the gym floor.

   At one corner there was a bunch of naked guys and boys looking in a
mountain of their clothing bags for their belongings which were just thrown
one over the other with no care.

   "Well bro, this is our life now, ain't it?" said Jackson,
disappointed....