Kidnapping/medical experimentation on my mind, having some cute trans boy from Grindr get all excited for our “date” getting all dressed up, showing up 15 minutes early just smiling and waiting for me to arrive, little does he know I’ve been a block and a half behind him this whole time, telling him I’m another block over and to just cut through the alley I’m right in the other side, him a little nervous since it’s not the best part of town but too excited to see me not to listen to my every command, he’s not thinking with the head he should be, walking down the alley as I wait for him to get a few steps in, rushing him from behind, him just barley turning around as I pounce on him, slamming him into the ground and scraping him up, he’ll fight, but in the end he’ll lose, they always do, waking up strapped down to a table, no clue where he is, panic sets in as he remembers how he got here, 3 bright lights staring down at him, looking to the side and seeing a table of antique medical equipment, he starts to hyperventilate, screaming for help, waiting until I can hear him sobbing and strolling on in in my smock and hair net, smiling at him as he screams back at me to let him go, asks me why I’m doing this, what I want, that he’ll do anything to just please let him go and he won’t tell anyone, giggling a little and saying nothing, just putting some gloves on and walking over to him, running my gloved hand across his naked thigh and up his chest while he babbles about how he’ll do anything and how he just doesn’t wanna die, just smiling down at home and grabbing one of my many tools, a sharp little scalpel and running it across his skin he screams and winces, not evening breaking the skin, finally breaking my silence with a laugh telling him I’ve not even broken the skin, yet, assuring him that he can scream all he wants, no one will be hearing him, finally going for the actual object of my attention, spreading the stirrups his legs are strapped to revealing his adorable little cock, smiling as he cries and continues with his nonsense, running the blade slowly and softly over his pubic bone, down past his hole, just tickling him with my blade, while he begs to know what I’m going to do, to please not hurt him, just smiling and staring, drinking up every little moan and cry, finally after a few minutes of slowly running the blade across him I begin the actual “operation” grabbing a pack of iodine and rubbing it all over his cock, poor thing he’s already wet, some small sick part of him must be getting off on this just as much as I am, he whines and begs to know what I’m doing, why I’m doing that, why it’s so cold what I have planned, waiting for it to dry and grabbing my scalpel and forceps, grabbing a hold of his foreskin and gentle tugging it upwards so that his whole head is exposed,
Running my little knife across the hood, planning my trajectory, him thinking it’s just more teasing until he feels the tip of the blade sink into his foreskin, he screams and jumps, sending the blade into the head of his cock, I snarl and tell him to hold still, that he doesn’t wanna lose more than he’s already going to, he shakes and screams as I begin to slowly drag my blade across the head of his cock, being careful to not slice it anymore than it’s already been cut, going nice and slow, insuring he feels every blood vessel burst, every follicle of skin rip and every nerve ending tear, making my way to the very end and leaving a little centimeter of skin holding everything else on, and with one final rip upwards of my forceps tearing his hood off, thick red blood runs down his cock and cunt, he screams and sobs and begs to know what I’ve just taken, I smile up at home and show him the little piece of flesh that was once attached to him, he sobs as I cover a cloth in antiseptic before rubbing the space his hood used to inhabit, the sobbing continues as I reach for my cautery pen, now stay still and you might just have some feeling left when I’m done, turning it on I place it on the deep gash he left when he jerked, before he can even ask what I’m doing the screams turn blood curdling as the heat touches and burns his most sensitive spot, a spot that up until this point has rarely seen the light of day, now being exposed to the full power of the sun, his body shakes and finally with perhaps the loudest scream of the evening his voice gives out and his body goes limp, sending the head of the pen directly into his labia, snapping it away as quick as possible but the damage is done, the pen continues across the exposed head as the smell of burning flesh’s fills the little “operating” room, finally clicking the pen off and with the most care up until this point in the “operation” bandaging him up, unstrapping his limp body from the table and gingerly picking up his sleeping form, he almost looks peaceful, whisking him away to the van from once he arrived and caressing his soft sweaty torso before strapping him back down and driving off into the night, him awaking the next morning, all tucked in, in his own bed, in his own room, in his own apartment, a little card on his side table next to a pile of pills and supplies big enough to last the whole healing process, opening it hesitantly he sees in big dark red flakey letters, ‘congratulations! You survived :)! I’ll see you very soon for your first checkup.’
