Arthur
I was born towards the end of WWII, on the outskirts of London. The city had seen extensive bombing and the hospitals were overflowing with victims from the Blitz. Consequently, I was delivered at home. As it was unusual in those days for midwives to own cars, mine arrived to attend me on her bicycle.
A few days later she returned on her bike to carry out my circumcision. Naturally, she carried with her the barest essentials to assist in plying her trade, which meant she wasn’t encumbered, unfortunately for me, by carrying a restrainer with her. During the procedure, carried out without anesthetic, and no doubt in protest to the pain, I kicked out. My foot contacted with her scalpel-wielding hand, directing the blade across the soft delicate flesh on the underside of my infant penis, where it made a deep incision that required several stitches.
Consequently, during my ensuing development, I found naturally occurring erections wretchedly painful and relief would only come by way of massage, soothing the heavy scarring. Of course, during puberty and adolescence I soothed as often as possible. Suffice it to say, however, the scarring has made restoration difficult and generally, I like to think, stunted my growth!
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