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I imagine if you're into the sort of content those tags usually refer to you'll be into this story as well, so that's why I've got those tags there even though what those tags are used to refer to in this story isn't exactly what those tags are typically used to refer to.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Love can bloom over a case of pressure-sensitive genital adhesive, as it turns out.
As with A Special Something, this is a story about junk getting decluttered and the immediate romantic aftermath thereof. I've been working on a couple of different stories over the last few months - in particular, one story that's rather different to A Special Something, that's quite a bit longer than A Special Something, and that I've nearly finished now. What's this story, then? It's one that's quite a bit more like A Special Something - and that I've taken off the backburner now that I've got this other story near to its completion.
A note on the tags: Like with A Special Something, I've tagged this story with "nullification," "null," "nullboy," etc, but, as with A Special Something, all of those tags are used a bit loosely here. I imagine if you're into the sort of content those tags usually refer to you'll be into this story as well, so that's why I've got those tags there even though what those tags are used to refer to in this story isn't exactly what those tags are typically used to refer to.","writing":"I'd just gotten through my first month of university - my first month out of the family house; my first month with a housemate. I'd had an awkward moment in the first few days with him where it had slipped my mind that when you're not living with family the living-with-family concept that everything in the house is more or less free for the taking goes out the window, but that ended up turning out pretty well when the booze I bought to make it up for him made for an icebreaker with him. Turned out he was a really easy-going guy, as well as someone that I had a lot in common with; I'd found that I really liked him, he seemed to have found that he really liked me, and since then that whole case of my having claimed his stuff had more or less been completely made up for between us. \n\nSo when I found a case of GroinTack in the cupboard at the end of that first month, in a place it could have gotten to only by way of my housemate trying to stash it away? I'd have called out to him to ask about it, but he was still at class, so, I figured, forget it, I was set on it, and I figured that if it would be a problem for me to take it - that would be a problem that I could always smooth out with him later.\n\nGroinTack's a kind of adhesive, made so that if you apply it to your genitals you can just pull those genitals off clean. It's also made so that the genitals removed with it can easily be stuck back on, but that fact wasn't particularly germane to me: Having my penis removed, for good, had been something I'd wanted more or less for as long as I'd known that it was possible. Back in high school I'd been itching to get a case of GroinTack for myself ``as soon as I'd moved out,'' but then in the blur of the first month after I'd actually moved out the whole matter had totally slipped my mind. Now - there was a case of GroinTack, in my housemate's possession, but otherwise ready for me; ready to make me penisless, just as I'd always wanted. \n\nI opened the case up - what greeted me was a thick unbroken strip of this semi-transparent, green substance, somewhere between normal glue tack and medical gel, or toothpaste. It hadn't been used yet. Its instructions, printed on the back of the case, were simple enough: Pull off a wad of it, stretch it around what you wished to remove, rub it in, let it ``set,'' and then whatever you'd rubbed it in to could be pulled off cleanly. That wasn't all of what was printed on it, but that was what stood out to me as I excitedly read it over - just like that, I could have my penis removed.\n\nI took the GroinTack into my room, set myself down on the side of my bed, and pulled my pants and underwear off. My cock sprung eagerly to attention as it was let out - eager for its removal. I took a wad of GroinTack off, stretched it in my hands, set it around the base of that organ, and gave it a minute to set. My cock remained perfectly stiff throughout that minute; a thick wad of GroinTack set around it, slowly ``setting,'' which, as it turned out, meant slowly seeping in through my pores, leaving just this gel-like residue behind.\n\nAt that point I was horny as hell - the thought of having nothing sticking out between my balls and my tummy was just making my cock stiffer still; begging for me to play with it for as long as it was still there for me to play with. Having the organ played with was something that I'd always find wrong on some level even without there being an unknown substance doing unknown things to it for the purpose of preparing it for a more-or-less unknown process of removal (the realisation that it felt wrong doing things with my cock like that was something that had sorta struck me with force in my first relationship) but the organ was still sexually sensitive - you make do with what you've got, I guess. So I'd spent that minute trailing my fingers, slowly, around my groin; at various moments arguing to myself that I was just helping to rub the GroinTack in, but at times blatantly just doing anything except trying something with that penis while the GroinTack was working its magic on it.\n\nWhen the GroinTack had almost entirely seeped in and there was almost nothing left but its residue, that was when I reached for my penis. It was still achingly hard. I wrapped my fingers around it, and found it still perfectly sensitive - involuntarily twitching in my grasp, still showing just how horny I was in its own less-than-perfect way. I gave it a tug, with a finger around the glans, and let out an involuntary moan - it didn't come off, and I hadn't exactly succeeded at even pulling on the shaft, but there was a burst of raw pleasure as the expectation that it would simply jerk its way off melded with the sensation of what actually happened - my unwittingly jerking myself off in the more conventional sense. I was making do for the moment, I guess, but my prize was in getting rid of the thing.\n\nI tugged harder, and there was a sensation that I was straining it in a way that wouldn't normally be the case. Harder, again, pulling on it, and I could swear that it would really come off. There was this pressure building up in it - the pressure of something on the verge of coming off. As I kept pulling, that pressure soon came to a head - that pressure eased away, relief from it washed over me, and, I realised, I had my cock in my hand, but then that hand had shot about a foot upward from my crotch.\n\nReflexively my hand let go, and when that happened I saw the sight of my penis, no longer attached to my body, falling down through the air before landing on its side on the floor, beside my foot. And then I glanced down to find that my groin was suddenly missing the organ that up until that point had most prominently accentuated it. All I had down there were my testicles. I had my penis on me, in my hand, but where it actually counted? I was dickless. Above my balls there was just the smooth trail of my pubis running up to my tummy. It was a shock, but, really - the deeper that realisation hit me, the happier I was. I had no clue how I was going to masturbate without a penis, or how I was going to urinate without a penis, but in that moment - I still didn't think at all that I'd ever miss having the organ attached to me.\n\nI reached down to lift my disembodied cock back up from the floor, and then had it held out just in front of me - just a foot above its usual place on my crotch, once more. It had a hard wad of GroinTack extending out of its base, now, whereas the place on my crotch where it had been previously attached to me now just had a thin matting of the gel-like GroinTack residue on it, but it was otherwise more or less unchanged in having been severed from me. It was just as perfectly hard as it had been in its last moments of being attached to my body, I could still roll its foreskin back and forth over its glans, and its glans, I found rolling its foreskin down, had a generous helping of my pre on it.\n\nI could wipe the pre off my detached cock's glans, I figured, or... I could lick it off. I brought my cock up to my lips, and my free hand went reflexively for my crotch. Part of me still really didn't expect my hand to find the plain, smooth expanse that I had above my balls now, but in the moment of confusion that followed I was left tracing my hand up that blank space that stretched from my balls to my belly button, and finding in doing so that it felt good doing so - so now in place of a penis my crotch had a very literal happy trail on it. It wasn't as sexually sensitive as my cock had been, but it was still surprisingly sensitive - and where having my cock touched had always felt wrong, this felt right.\n\nAs I brought my cock to my lips, I put my hand back down, firmly, on to my crotch, with my fingers around my balls and my palm pressed into my pubic mound immediately above them. I pushed the tip of my cock in past my lips, brought my tongue to its underside, licked, and as I did so my palm dug in to my dickless crotch. I moaned in pleasure then - half from the cock in my mouth, and the taste of my pre, and half from working my new happy trail. I lay back on the bed, eagerly sucking my cock, rubbing my groin, and playing with my balls. An orgasm was coming up - it nearly snuck up on me, with my crotch having less raw sensitivity to it and with my having a fainter sense of the climax building up within it as a result of that, and as it was I was seconds away from it when I realised it was coming. I reflexively pressed my legs together, now kneading my crotch roughly with the palm of my hand and thrusting my disembodied cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, as that orgasm came closer and closer. I pressed my palm forward, into the spot right where I'd once had a cock attached to me, and with that my climax washed over me.\n\nI was left moaning, softly, as best as I could with that cock in my mouth, and with the fingers of the hand on my crotch tightly squeezing my lone boyballs as I came. It was a pretty intense orgasm. The feelings of it that would previously be centered on my cock, or spread out around each part of my cock, were now spread out around my crotch, up my new ``happy trail,'' but while the raw sensation of it was otherwise mostly the same, it was just so new, and so perfect, that I was having an orgasm without having a penis down there in the way of it.\n\nIn my afterglow, though, one thing that suddenly stood out to me was that I hadn't ejaculated in my orgasm. Maybe that was just how being dickless worked, but... that then raised the question of where the opening that I'd previously had running through my body to the end of my cock would even be now. I drew my cock out from my mouth, set it aside, and looked over the place where it was previously attached to me - my hand lifting my balls up and back between my legs to make sure there wasn't anything that they'd suddenly be able to cover up without a cock in the way. There didn't seem to be any opening there for me to ejaculate from - or to urinate from. That could be a problem.\n\nI got up, leaving my cock on my bed, and made my way to the bathroom, trying to test where that opening that I should have could be in a different way - because I had to be able to urinate, right? But when I sat down on the toilet and made to ``let go,'' what I found was that there didn't even seem to be any kind of switch for me to let go on. Not only was there nothing coming out of any opening from my bladder, there wasn't even any sensation of anything leaving my bladder at all. I could only guess that there now simply wasn't any kind of passage out from my bladder - that my bladder had just become this dead end; that it would just fill up without any way of being emptied. That... was sort of a big deal. I could just put my cock back on when I'd next have to go pee, then, but, damn it. That wasn't fair.\n\nA bit frustrated, I washed up (wiping off the GroinTack residue from the space above my balls) and then went back to my room to just read for a bit - first putting my housemate's GroinTack back in the cupboard where I'd found it, then putting my detached cock in my drawer by my bed. I caught up on the readings for my studies, and then as I was starting to get into some fiction my housemate arrived. I called out to him, he called back, and then it was back to our respective affairs - for a minute, at least, as a minute afterwards I heard him call out: ``Did you use my GroinTack?''\n\nThat was a bit of a sheepish moment for me. And that was the first point after he'd arrived back that I remembered that my pants and my briefs were still off - my dangling balls, and the lack of anything adorning my crotch above them, would be perfectly exposed for him to see if he were to come in.\n\n``Eeeeyup, you did.'' He called out, again - a tone of amusement in his voice.\n\nI pulled my briefs back on and up, tracing their rim up over my dickless happy trail and then letting them settle there hugging against the smooth curve of my pelvis, with the dangling bulge of my boyballs suddenly emphasised by the absence of anything jutting out above them; brought my pants on and up over my underwear; and then by that point he was on his way toward the door.\n\nHe knocked, and as I opened the door he was grinning, in a way that I wasn't expecting, while I was just blushing in embarrassment. He had the case of GroinTack open in one hand, and had dressed himself down; now wearing just a singlet and boxers that... really showed off his physique. Unlike me, he bothered to work out regularly, and it showed - where I was skinny and flabby (a twink, if you wanted to describe my physique generously), he had to himself one hell of an athlete's physique, as I now saw more clearly than I'd ever had a chance to before. It was at that moment (at the worst moment) that I was beginning to process that I might have always had a thing for him. And... he had quite a bulge in his underwear. His cock was big, and it was hard. A bit of a self-deprecating smile had appeared on his face as my attention turned toward his crotch.\n\n``Hey, no fuss about it, man...'' he stated, then adding, with a bit of a lecherous look appearing on his face as he did so, ``but as long as you're already checking me out... can I see?''\n\nThat got me blushing. My train of thought at that point was something along the lines of ``oh, my God, I've got a crush on him. Oh, my God, he's totally into me.'' So I nodded, suddenly a bit too self-conscious to actually say that yes, he can see!, and stepped back to sit myself on my bed. He followed after me, closing the door behind him, once again grinning at me, and then sitting himself on my bed beside me. If I'd had a cock it would have been standing right up at attention, but then where his cock was in fact visibly at attention for me from under his boxers, I was left without any bulge in my pants whatsoever despite how horny I had quickly gotten.\n\nAs I was sheepishly thinking about that, though, he was just gazing at me with this look of affection on his face. ``You should see yourself stewing,'' he said with a warm chuckle, and with that I just melted. I leaned in to him and, daringly, gave him a kiss on the cheek. He returned with a kiss on my lips, and with that I really melted; I leaned in on him, closer, and almost by reflex wrapped my arms around him - now craving his touch. He gave me another warm chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me in turn, putting his GroinTack down by his feet, and said ``guess we've both just been nursing the biggest crushes on each other, hey?''\n\nHe continued, with that lecherous look back on his face: ``Do you want to see what I've got, before I get to see whatever you've now got?\n\n``Yes,'' was my simple response - I actually managed to speak it out loud this time. His hand went to his button fly, undid it, and with that his cock sprung out from behind it. It was veinier than mine had been, and really just a bit bigger. His cock, nakedly exposed and at the ready for me.\n\n``You love it, don't you, babe?''\n\n``I... think I love you.''\n\n``Even better,'' he said. ``You're just the cutest, y'know that?'' He gave me another kiss on my lips, and then added, ``lemme see,'' putting his hands to my pants. I nodded, and he lowered my pants down and off; getting me to lift my legs up a bit to let him pull them all way off of me, and then there were just my briefs on down there, with a plainly visible bulge in them from my balls, and then, plainly visible above my balls, the smooth curve to be seen where they hugged my obviously penisless pubis. As one of his hands then went to the rim of my briefs the other moved up from behind me to start stroking my hair. I was leaning into him further, still, as he pulled the rim of my briefs up and away, grinning again as my dickless crotch became plainly visible underneath - my balls, and my lack of anything else, now nakedly exposed.\n\n``Aren't you just adorable?'' He asked, then, ruffling my hair as he did so; gazing at the place where I no longer had a penis. He brought my briefs the rest of the way off, and then let his hand simply rest on my happy trail as he gazed over my now completely naked lower half. ``That's what you used my GroinTack for, hey?'' He asked, rubbing his hand against my pubis in a way that made me gasp in surprise - and in pleasure.\n\n``Yup,'' I responded, blushing intensely at his attention, at his touch, and at the gasp I'd just let out.\n\n``What's it like?'' He immediately shot back. I took a moment to think of my answer - being like this was just what I'd wanted, except for... y'know. But then my thinking was interrupted by the sudden sensation of my housemate squeezing my balls. I let out something that was somewhere between a yelp and a moan - just having my balls played with was sexually gratifying now - and at that he cooed, ``you've got such a cute pair of balls, babe, and I think it's so nice that it's so right for you not having a penis to go with `em. You don't need a penis, hey?''\n\n``Well,'' I began, thinking of... that problem. That was a bit of a problem, but then everything about being penisless except for that problem...\n\n``I bet, babe, that I don't need one either.'' He interjected, grinning. ``Here I was, having bought a pack of GroinTack to make myself cockless with, only for my housemate - my adorable housemate - to beat me to it. Y'bastard,'' he chuckled, ``you've gotta make it up to me.''\n\n``Well, how?''\n\n``You're the one with first-hand experience using it,'' he said, picking the GroinTack up off the floor and passing it to me, ``I want you to use it on me.''\n\nEverything about all the things he'd done having made me melt? Scratch all that, that just then made me melt. While I was just stewing for a moment, he pulled his boxers down and off, letting his cock slip back through his fly and be hidden from me for a moment again before those boxers came off, and then once those boxers were off wasn't that a moment that made me melt too - the place between his legs that had a big, hard penis sticking up from it, being made visible in its entirety side-by-side with the same place between my legs that had no such organ attached to it. But that wasn't even all of it - his cock was just a bit bigger than mine had been, but his balls were much bigger than mine were. If we were both dickless, there'd still be this huge difference in size down there between us thanks to the two different sets of balls between us. I could take his penis away only for him to still be better equipped than me for it. He saw how I was reacting to that revelation, and gave me a bit of an evil smirk for it, before gesturing-possibly with just a bit of impatience-at the case of GroinTack in my hand.\n\n``Okay, so...'' I started, opening the case up and tearing off some of the GroinTack before putting the case on the bed to the side. GroinTack in one hand, I put the other on his leg - inches away from his cock, and his balls, and wasn't that a trip. My hand was inches away from his long, hard, needy cock that in just a minute would no longer be attached to him, and inches away from his dangling boyballs that I had no intention of detaching from him but that surely could be detached from him just as easily as his cock could. ``I want to touch it,'' I said, nearly whimpering the words.\n\nHe smirked, again, and while one hand of his was on my crotch, his other moved down to the hand of mine that was on his leg; taking hold of it, lifting it up, and setting it back down at the base of his cock. While my attention was on that, too, he leaned over again to plant a kiss on my cheek, grinning as he pulled back from that kiss. ``You can have it once it's off,'' he offered, as my hand now slowly stroked his erection.\n\nThat was one hell of an offer for a guy to give you. Almost stammering, I immediately offered back, ``you can have mine, too,'' and just as I finished saying that he leaned over for a kiss once more - putting his tongue in, and tracing his hand over my crotch as I traced my hand over his cock. He pulled back after a time, and he had just the most content look as he gazed at me afterwards. It was then that my hand holding its wad of GroinTack came over to his crotch, both hands of mine coming together to stretch it out and extend it around the base of his perfectly hard cock, and he leaned in again, wrapped both his arms around me, and just held me tight as I did so. I put some pressure on the ring I'd made of the GroinTack on his crotch, pressing it down into him, and at that he jumped for a moment in a state of surprise before sinking back down into me, seemingly perfectly content; evidently knowing full well of the time he'd have to wait for the GroinTack to settle and glad to spend it lazing in my presence.\n\nWe remained there while the GroinTack set, then, just enjoying each other's presence, and it was he who eventually said ``I think it'd be about ready by now.'' He loosened up as he said that, although still had his arms firmly around me. Looking over to his crotch - yup, all the actual GroinTack had seeped in through his pores, and around his cock now was just the light covering of the GroinTack's residue. I could take his cock off of him at any moment, then; take his penis away whenever at all I wished; make him dickless, just like me, with just one long, hard tug. ``How do you want to do it?'' He asked.\n\nI imagined just pulling it off right at that moment, then I imagined leaning down and sucking on it, then pulling it off with my mouth, if I could. I imagined pulling him over and having him frot against my crotch before I'd tug his cock off, and then I imagined sitting on his lap, straddling his powerful form, with my balls touching his and his cock pressed between us - then I could tug his cock off, and I'd push him back on to the bed and then me and my newly dickless housemate would cuddle and rub up against each other. That was the plan, I decided.\n\nI raised myself up off the edge of the bed - away from him, for a moment, and turned to face him, with the dangling front end of my shirt that I still had on me nearly covering up my bare crotch (although definitely not my dangling balls) as I stood up straight before him. I leaned in and asked, with a lewd smile as I kept on thinking of the plan, ``can you hold me up on your lap, straddling you?''\n\n``Definitely,'' he replied. He scooted back a bit, straightening his legs out, and as I lowered myself down he guided me on to his lap. I was left with my arms around him, his arms around me, and my lone boyballs laying down on his; his cock jutting out between us. I drew one of my arms out from around him, put my hand around his cock, and pulled upwards, firmly, until it would give way. He let out a moan as he did so, and his arms around me squeezed me tightly - tighter and tighter as I kept pulling. ``Almost there,'' he grunted out.\n\nThen his penis came off, and he pulled me in tight - his suddenly disembodied cock, and my hand holding it, squeezed between us - kissing me as soon as it had happened. I pushed him back on to the bed, and then there we were, cuddling on my bed with the both of us now dickless; with my balls resting on the dickless space he suddenly had above his much bigger balls. One of his hands went between us, caught his cock in my hand between us, and promptly tossed his cock aside. He'd broken his kiss for a moment to do so, but as soon as he'd done that - as soon as he'd guided his hand back around me, and my own free hand around him - he was kissing me passionately once more. He writhed underneath me, rubbing his newly dickless crotch against me as we kissed; pushing my balls back up against my own dickless crotch as he did so.\n\n``It feels so good,'' he moaned, between kisses. One of his hands on my back trailed down and over the side, tracing over my hips, between our legs; pressing against his pelvic mound, exploring the newly sexless space between his legs, bringing that hand down past my crotch to cup the balls he still had regardless of his sexlessness above them, and then drawing it back up to be pushed up against my own sexless happy trail as he thrust his hips into me to press our crotches together. ``Isn't this just so right?'', he asked, with as much elation as anything. His groin pressed firmly against my balls that were bunched up against me as he brought our crotches together, eliciting a gasp from me, and he added, ``you're so wonderful.''\n\nA kiss on my cheek, then, as he rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his happy trail against me and panting as he did so. He picked up the pace, working his way toward his first penisless orgasm and leaving squirming above him as his attention brought me toward my second. ``You're mine,'' he said, breathily, drawing the syllables out as his orgasm finally came to him - and was drawn out with each thrust of his hips against me. His pace remained steady, and he managed between breathes to ask, ``you're almost there, aren't you?'' I nodded, now panting myself; craving each touch against my crotch and of his balls against mine; now trying to rub myself back against him in turn as I came to the brink of my own climax.\n\nHe squeezed me tight - and I came, my hips going limp as I bounced above him and with my letting out happy little gasps as he just kept rocking his groin into me still. He was still riding the wave of his own orgasm, and pleasure kept washing over me from each touch of his pubis against mine. I was squeezing him tighter, stilled and content as I started to come out through the other side of my climax, while he kept on thrusting against me through what must have been long after his own until, eventually, he slowed and eventually settled underneath me, squeezing me back.\n\nEventually, with an ever so slightly wistful look on his face, he said, ``to think this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't used my GroinTack.'' He gave off a quiet chuckle, squeezing me tighter still for a moment as he did so. ``Y'know, this is the second time I've wound up really happy that you've taken my stuff.'' I blushed sheepishly at that comment. ``Otherwise I might have never realised you were...'' He trailed off in thought before electing to simply squeeze me tighter again rather than try to finish that sentence. ``I wanna be with you,'' he blurted out, now blushing, himself.\n\n``Yes!,'' I blurted out back to him.\n\nHe squeezed me once more as he then asked, teasingly and playfully, ``do you wanna be my boooooyfriend?''\n\n``Yeeeeeeesss,'' I immediately responded - realising that, at least unconsciously, I had always wanted that.\n\n``My cute boyfriend,'' he began to ask playfully again, ``who doesn't have a peeeeenis?'' He pushed his hips inward for effect, pressing against my dickless crotch with his own.\n\nI giggled - wasn't that something - and that was the perfect response for him. ``Just one thing left for me to do for myself,'' he cooed, drawing himself back from me but stroking his hands against me as those hands left their place wrapped around me. He reached around on the bed - and found the discarded case of GroinTack. He rolled on to his back beside me, opened that case up, and got the GroinTack out from it.\n\n``What are you up to?'' I asked.\n\n``Ooooone last thing you'd left me to do still,'' he responded, cooing again, ``just to make it official that I don't have a penis either.'' He pulled a small portion of GroinTack off, just enough to cover his fingertip; raised his balls up against his pelvis with his free hand to get a clear view of his perineum just underneath them, and then pressed his finger with the GroinTack on it against that part of him he'd just exposed and held the hand that finger belonged to firmly against himself down there. I think he could see that I was perplexed by what he was doing. ``... what?'' He asked.\n\n``... I'm still not quite sure what you're up to,'' I stated back, sheepishly.\n\n``I'm just...'' His countenance started to turn to a bit of an evil smirk again as he trailed off. ``You're not quite sure what I'm up to, you say?'' The evil smirk was there loud and clear. ``Babe, tell me honestly: Did you read all the instructions for the GroinTack?''\n\n``... no.''\n\nThe evil smirk was widening as he continued, ``once you'd removed your penis, that was it; you were done with it, right?''\n\n``... yes.''\n\n``So,'' he said, ``you're my dickless boyfriend...'' I nodded on impulse at that, happy just to hear each of those words applied to me, ``... who, because he didn't finish following the instructions for removing his penis...'' I was no longer nodding, ``... is now missing a body part he's supposed to have now that he's had his penis removed.'' He drew his hand on his taint back, and where the GroinTack had been there was now the tiniest slit between his legs; his new urethral opening, nestled underneath his balls. \n\n... So that was how that worked.\n\n``You don't have this, do you, babe?'' He asked, with all traces of evilness vanishing from him for just a moment as he did so. Very sheepishly, I shook my head. He brought his hand between my legs and raised my balls up against my bare groin like he'd done with his own, smiling evilly again as he indeed found just the equally bare expanse of my perineum underneath. He glanced up, then, and simply asked, in a forced deadpan, ``well how are you supposed to pee, you dummy?''\n\n``I can't,'' I said, more sheepishly still. \n\n``What, you've tried?'' He asked. Just a bit of genuine surprise showed on his face, but he was also quite visibly amused. ``That's a pretty important thing that you're unable to do as it stands, you know.'' His smile became a warmer one as he said that, but one that still took a certain amount of amusement out of this predicament. ``You just can't go at all then, huh?'' He asked with a certain morbid curiosity.\n\nI shook my head again.\n\nLetting out a laugh that smoothed out the last of that evil smile of his, he said, ``Christ, you're adorable. We've gotta get you a peehole, haven't we?''\n\n``Yeah...'' I said back, drawing the word out in embarrassment but also just blushing happily at his affection.\n\nHe wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in by his side with my head resting on his chest. ``Once that's done it'll be official,'' he declared for me, ``I'll have the most wonderful dickless boy there is as my boyfriend.''\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"I'd just gotten through my first month of university - my first month out of the family house; my first month with a housemate. I'd had an awkward moment in the first few days with him where it had slipped my mind that when you're not living with family the living-with-family concept that everything in the house is more or less free for the taking goes out the window, but that ended up turning out pretty well when the booze I bought to make it up for him made for an icebreaker with him. Turned out he was a really easy-going guy, as well as someone that I had a lot in common with; I'd found that I really liked him, he seemed to have found that he really liked me, and since then that whole case of my having claimed his stuff had more or less been completely made up for between us.
So when I found a case of GroinTack in the cupboard at the end of that first month, in a place it could have gotten to only by way of my housemate trying to stash it away? I'd have called out to him to ask about it, but he was still at class, so, I figured, forget it, I was set on it, and I figured that if it would be a problem for me to take it - that would be a problem that I could always smooth out with him later.
GroinTack's a kind of adhesive, made so that if you apply it to your genitals you can just pull those genitals off clean. It's also made so that the genitals removed with it can easily be stuck back on, but that fact wasn't particularly germane to me: Having my penis removed, for good, had been something I'd wanted more or less for as long as I'd known that it was possible. Back in high school I'd been itching to get a case of GroinTack for myself ``as soon as I'd moved out,'' but then in the blur of the first month after I'd actually moved out the whole matter had totally slipped my mind. Now - there was a case of GroinTack, in my housemate's possession, but otherwise ready for me; ready to make me penisless, just as I'd always wanted.
I opened the case up - what greeted me was a thick unbroken strip of this semi-transparent, green substance, somewhere between normal glue tack and medical gel, or toothpaste. It hadn't been used yet. Its instructions, printed on the back of the case, were simple enough: Pull off a wad of it, stretch it around what you wished to remove, rub it in, let it ``set,'' and then whatever you'd rubbed it in to could be pulled off cleanly. That wasn't all of what was printed on it, but that was what stood out to me as I excitedly read it over - just like that, I could have my penis removed.
I took the GroinTack into my room, set myself down on the side of my bed, and pulled my pants and underwear off. My cock sprung eagerly to attention as it was let out - eager for its removal. I took a wad of GroinTack off, stretched it in my hands, set it around the base of that organ, and gave it a minute to set. My cock remained perfectly stiff throughout that minute; a thick wad of GroinTack set around it, slowly ``setting,'' which, as it turned out, meant slowly seeping in through my pores, leaving just this gel-like residue behind.
At that point I was horny as hell - the thought of having nothing sticking out between my balls and my tummy was just making my cock stiffer still; begging for me to play with it for as long as it was still there for me to play with. Having the organ played with was something that I'd always find wrong on some level even without there being an unknown substance doing unknown things to it for the purpose of preparing it for a more-or-less unknown process of removal (the realisation that it felt wrong doing things with my cock like that was something that had sorta struck me with force in my first relationship) but the organ was still sexually sensitive - you make do with what you've got, I guess. So I'd spent that minute trailing my fingers, slowly, around my groin; at various moments arguing to myself that I was just helping to rub the GroinTack in, but at times blatantly just doing anything except trying something with that penis while the GroinTack was working its magic on it.
When the GroinTack had almost entirely seeped in and there was almost nothing left but its residue, that was when I reached for my penis. It was still achingly hard. I wrapped my fingers around it, and found it still perfectly sensitive - involuntarily twitching in my grasp, still showing just how horny I was in its own less-than-perfect way. I gave it a tug, with a finger around the glans, and let out an involuntary moan - it didn't come off, and I hadn't exactly succeeded at even pulling on the shaft, but there was a burst of raw pleasure as the expectation that it would simply jerk its way off melded with the sensation of what actually happened - my unwittingly jerking myself off in the more conventional sense. I was making do for the moment, I guess, but my prize was in getting rid of the thing.
I tugged harder, and there was a sensation that I was straining it in a way that wouldn't normally be the case. Harder, again, pulling on it, and I could swear that it would really come off. There was this pressure building up in it - the pressure of something on the verge of coming off. As I kept pulling, that pressure soon came to a head - that pressure eased away, relief from it washed over me, and, I realised, I had my cock in my hand, but then that hand had shot about a foot upward from my crotch.
Reflexively my hand let go, and when that happened I saw the sight of my penis, no longer attached to my body, falling down through the air before landing on its side on the floor, beside my foot. And then I glanced down to find that my groin was suddenly missing the organ that up until that point had most prominently accentuated it. All I had down there were my testicles. I had my penis on me, in my hand, but where it actually counted? I was dickless. Above my balls there was just the smooth trail of my pubis running up to my tummy. It was a shock, but, really - the deeper that realisation hit me, the happier I was. I had no clue how I was going to masturbate without a penis, or how I was going to urinate without a penis, but in that moment - I still didn't think at all that I'd ever miss having the organ attached to me.
I reached down to lift my disembodied cock back up from the floor, and then had it held out just in front of me - just a foot above its usual place on my crotch, once more. It had a hard wad of GroinTack extending out of its base, now, whereas the place on my crotch where it had been previously attached to me now just had a thin matting of the gel-like GroinTack residue on it, but it was otherwise more or less unchanged in having been severed from me. It was just as perfectly hard as it had been in its last moments of being attached to my body, I could still roll its foreskin back and forth over its glans, and its glans, I found rolling its foreskin down, had a generous helping of my pre on it.
I could wipe the pre off my detached cock's glans, I figured, or... I could lick it off. I brought my cock up to my lips, and my free hand went reflexively for my crotch. Part of me still really didn't expect my hand to find the plain, smooth expanse that I had above my balls now, but in the moment of confusion that followed I was left tracing my hand up that blank space that stretched from my balls to my belly button, and finding in doing so that it felt good doing so - so now in place of a penis my crotch had a very literal happy trail on it. It wasn't as sexually sensitive as my cock had been, but it was still surprisingly sensitive - and where having my cock touched had always felt wrong, this felt right.
As I brought my cock to my lips, I put my hand back down, firmly, on to my crotch, with my fingers around my balls and my palm pressed into my pubic mound immediately above them. I pushed the tip of my cock in past my lips, brought my tongue to its underside, licked, and as I did so my palm dug in to my dickless crotch. I moaned in pleasure then - half from the cock in my mouth, and the taste of my pre, and half from working my new happy trail. I lay back on the bed, eagerly sucking my cock, rubbing my groin, and playing with my balls. An orgasm was coming up - it nearly snuck up on me, with my crotch having less raw sensitivity to it and with my having a fainter sense of the climax building up within it as a result of that, and as it was I was seconds away from it when I realised it was coming. I reflexively pressed my legs together, now kneading my crotch roughly with the palm of my hand and thrusting my disembodied cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, as that orgasm came closer and closer. I pressed my palm forward, into the spot right where I'd once had a cock attached to me, and with that my climax washed over me.
I was left moaning, softly, as best as I could with that cock in my mouth, and with the fingers of the hand on my crotch tightly squeezing my lone boyballs as I came. It was a pretty intense orgasm. The feelings of it that would previously be centered on my cock, or spread out around each part of my cock, were now spread out around my crotch, up my new ``happy trail,'' but while the raw sensation of it was otherwise mostly the same, it was just so new, and so perfect, that I was having an orgasm without having a penis down there in the way of it.
In my afterglow, though, one thing that suddenly stood out to me was that I hadn't ejaculated in my orgasm. Maybe that was just how being dickless worked, but... that then raised the question of where the opening that I'd previously had running through my body to the end of my cock would even be now. I drew my cock out from my mouth, set it aside, and looked over the place where it was previously attached to me - my hand lifting my balls up and back between my legs to make sure there wasn't anything that they'd suddenly be able to cover up without a cock in the way. There didn't seem to be any opening there for me to ejaculate from - or to urinate from. That could be a problem.
I got up, leaving my cock on my bed, and made my way to the bathroom, trying to test where that opening that I should have could be in a different way - because I had to be able to urinate, right? But when I sat down on the toilet and made to ``let go,'' what I found was that there didn't even seem to be any kind of switch for me to let go on. Not only was there nothing coming out of any opening from my bladder, there wasn't even any sensation of anything leaving my bladder at all. I could only guess that there now simply wasn't any kind of passage out from my bladder - that my bladder had just become this dead end; that it would just fill up without any way of being emptied. That... was sort of a big deal. I could just put my cock back on when I'd next have to go pee, then, but, damn it. That wasn't fair.
A bit frustrated, I washed up (wiping off the GroinTack residue from the space above my balls) and then went back to my room to just read for a bit - first putting my housemate's GroinTack back in the cupboard where I'd found it, then putting my detached cock in my drawer by my bed. I caught up on the readings for my studies, and then as I was starting to get into some fiction my housemate arrived. I called out to him, he called back, and then it was back to our respective affairs - for a minute, at least, as a minute afterwards I heard him call out: ``Did you use my GroinTack?''
That was a bit of a sheepish moment for me. And that was the first point after he'd arrived back that I remembered that my pants and my briefs were still off - my dangling balls, and the lack of anything adorning my crotch above them, would be perfectly exposed for him to see if he were to come in.
``Eeeeyup, you did.'' He called out, again - a tone of amusement in his voice.
I pulled my briefs back on and up, tracing their rim up over my dickless happy trail and then letting them settle there hugging against the smooth curve of my pelvis, with the dangling bulge of my boyballs suddenly emphasised by the absence of anything jutting out above them; brought my pants on and up over my underwear; and then by that point he was on his way toward the door.
He knocked, and as I opened the door he was grinning, in a way that I wasn't expecting, while I was just blushing in embarrassment. He had the case of GroinTack open in one hand, and had dressed himself down; now wearing just a singlet and boxers that... really showed off his physique. Unlike me, he bothered to work out regularly, and it showed - where I was skinny and flabby (a twink, if you wanted to describe my physique generously), he had to himself one hell of an athlete's physique, as I now saw more clearly than I'd ever had a chance to before. It was at that moment (at the worst moment) that I was beginning to process that I might have always had a thing for him. And... he had quite a bulge in his underwear. His cock was big, and it was hard. A bit of a self-deprecating smile had appeared on his face as my attention turned toward his crotch.
``Hey, no fuss about it, man...'' he stated, then adding, with a bit of a lecherous look appearing on his face as he did so, ``but as long as you're already checking me out... can I see?''
That got me blushing. My train of thought at that point was something along the lines of ``oh, my God, I've got a crush on him. Oh, my God, he's totally into me.'' So I nodded, suddenly a bit too self-conscious to actually say that yes, he can see!, and stepped back to sit myself on my bed. He followed after me, closing the door behind him, once again grinning at me, and then sitting himself on my bed beside me. If I'd had a cock it would have been standing right up at attention, but then where his cock was in fact visibly at attention for me from under his boxers, I was left without any bulge in my pants whatsoever despite how horny I had quickly gotten.
As I was sheepishly thinking about that, though, he was just gazing at me with this look of affection on his face. ``You should see yourself stewing,'' he said with a warm chuckle, and with that I just melted. I leaned in to him and, daringly, gave him a kiss on the cheek. He returned with a kiss on my lips, and with that I really melted; I leaned in on him, closer, and almost by reflex wrapped my arms around him - now craving his touch. He gave me another warm chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me in turn, putting his GroinTack down by his feet, and said ``guess we've both just been nursing the biggest crushes on each other, hey?''
He continued, with that lecherous look back on his face: ``Do you want to see what I've got, before I get to see whatever you've now got?
``Yes,'' was my simple response - I actually managed to speak it out loud this time. His hand went to his button fly, undid it, and with that his cock sprung out from behind it. It was veinier than mine had been, and really just a bit bigger. His cock, nakedly exposed and at the ready for me.
``You love it, don't you, babe?''
``I... think I love you.''
``Even better,'' he said. ``You're just the cutest, y'know that?'' He gave me another kiss on my lips, and then added, ``lemme see,'' putting his hands to my pants. I nodded, and he lowered my pants down and off; getting me to lift my legs up a bit to let him pull them all way off of me, and then there were just my briefs on down there, with a plainly visible bulge in them from my balls, and then, plainly visible above my balls, the smooth curve to be seen where they hugged my obviously penisless pubis. As one of his hands then went to the rim of my briefs the other moved up from behind me to start stroking my hair. I was leaning into him further, still, as he pulled the rim of my briefs up and away, grinning again as my dickless crotch became plainly visible underneath - my balls, and my lack of anything else, now nakedly exposed.
``Aren't you just adorable?'' He asked, then, ruffling my hair as he did so; gazing at the place where I no longer had a penis. He brought my briefs the rest of the way off, and then let his hand simply rest on my happy trail as he gazed over my now completely naked lower half. ``That's what you used my GroinTack for, hey?'' He asked, rubbing his hand against my pubis in a way that made me gasp in surprise - and in pleasure.
``Yup,'' I responded, blushing intensely at his attention, at his touch, and at the gasp I'd just let out.
``What's it like?'' He immediately shot back. I took a moment to think of my answer - being like this was just what I'd wanted, except for... y'know. But then my thinking was interrupted by the sudden sensation of my housemate squeezing my balls. I let out something that was somewhere between a yelp and a moan - just having my balls played with was sexually gratifying now - and at that he cooed, ``you've got such a cute pair of balls, babe, and I think it's so nice that it's so right for you not having a penis to go with `em. You don't need a penis, hey?''
``Well,'' I began, thinking of... that problem. That was a bit of a problem, but then everything about being penisless except for that problem...
``I bet, babe, that I don't need one either.'' He interjected, grinning. ``Here I was, having bought a pack of GroinTack to make myself cockless with, only for my housemate - my adorable housemate - to beat me to it. Y'bastard,'' he chuckled, ``you've gotta make it up to me.''
``Well, how?''
``You're the one with first-hand experience using it,'' he said, picking the GroinTack up off the floor and passing it to me, ``I want you to use it on me.''
Everything about all the things he'd done having made me melt? Scratch all that, that just then made me melt. While I was just stewing for a moment, he pulled his boxers down and off, letting his cock slip back through his fly and be hidden from me for a moment again before those boxers came off, and then once those boxers were off wasn't that a moment that made me melt too - the place between his legs that had a big, hard penis sticking up from it, being made visible in its entirety side-by-side with the same place between my legs that had no such organ attached to it. But that wasn't even all of it - his cock was just a bit bigger than mine had been, but his balls were much bigger than mine were. If we were both dickless, there'd still be this huge difference in size down there between us thanks to the two different sets of balls between us. I could take his penis away only for him to still be better equipped than me for it. He saw how I was reacting to that revelation, and gave me a bit of an evil smirk for it, before gesturing-possibly with just a bit of impatience-at the case of GroinTack in my hand.
``Okay, so...'' I started, opening the case up and tearing off some of the GroinTack before putting the case on the bed to the side. GroinTack in one hand, I put the other on his leg - inches away from his cock, and his balls, and wasn't that a trip. My hand was inches away from his long, hard, needy cock that in just a minute would no longer be attached to him, and inches away from his dangling boyballs that I had no intention of detaching from him but that surely could be detached from him just as easily as his cock could. ``I want to touch it,'' I said, nearly whimpering the words.
He smirked, again, and while one hand of his was on my crotch, his other moved down to the hand of mine that was on his leg; taking hold of it, lifting it up, and setting it back down at the base of his cock. While my attention was on that, too, he leaned over again to plant a kiss on my cheek, grinning as he pulled back from that kiss. ``You can have it once it's off,'' he offered, as my hand now slowly stroked his erection.
That was one hell of an offer for a guy to give you. Almost stammering, I immediately offered back, ``you can have mine, too,'' and just as I finished saying that he leaned over for a kiss once more - putting his tongue in, and tracing his hand over my crotch as I traced my hand over his cock. He pulled back after a time, and he had just the most content look as he gazed at me afterwards. It was then that my hand holding its wad of GroinTack came over to his crotch, both hands of mine coming together to stretch it out and extend it around the base of his perfectly hard cock, and he leaned in again, wrapped both his arms around me, and just held me tight as I did so. I put some pressure on the ring I'd made of the GroinTack on his crotch, pressing it down into him, and at that he jumped for a moment in a state of surprise before sinking back down into me, seemingly perfectly content; evidently knowing full well of the time he'd have to wait for the GroinTack to settle and glad to spend it lazing in my presence.
We remained there while the GroinTack set, then, just enjoying each other's presence, and it was he who eventually said ``I think it'd be about ready by now.'' He loosened up as he said that, although still had his arms firmly around me. Looking over to his crotch - yup, all the actual GroinTack had seeped in through his pores, and around his cock now was just the light covering of the GroinTack's residue. I could take his cock off of him at any moment, then; take his penis away whenever at all I wished; make him dickless, just like me, with just one long, hard tug. ``How do you want to do it?'' He asked.
I imagined just pulling it off right at that moment, then I imagined leaning down and sucking on it, then pulling it off with my mouth, if I could. I imagined pulling him over and having him frot against my crotch before I'd tug his cock off, and then I imagined sitting on his lap, straddling his powerful form, with my balls touching his and his cock pressed between us - then I could tug his cock off, and I'd push him back on to the bed and then me and my newly dickless housemate would cuddle and rub up against each other. That was the plan, I decided.
I raised myself up off the edge of the bed - away from him, for a moment, and turned to face him, with the dangling front end of my shirt that I still had on me nearly covering up my bare crotch (although definitely not my dangling balls) as I stood up straight before him. I leaned in and asked, with a lewd smile as I kept on thinking of the plan, ``can you hold me up on your lap, straddling you?''
``Definitely,'' he replied. He scooted back a bit, straightening his legs out, and as I lowered myself down he guided me on to his lap. I was left with my arms around him, his arms around me, and my lone boyballs laying down on his; his cock jutting out between us. I drew one of my arms out from around him, put my hand around his cock, and pulled upwards, firmly, until it would give way. He let out a moan as he did so, and his arms around me squeezed me tightly - tighter and tighter as I kept pulling. ``Almost there,'' he grunted out.
Then his penis came off, and he pulled me in tight - his suddenly disembodied cock, and my hand holding it, squeezed between us - kissing me as soon as it had happened. I pushed him back on to the bed, and then there we were, cuddling on my bed with the both of us now dickless; with my balls resting on the dickless space he suddenly had above his much bigger balls. One of his hands went between us, caught his cock in my hand between us, and promptly tossed his cock aside. He'd broken his kiss for a moment to do so, but as soon as he'd done that - as soon as he'd guided his hand back around me, and my own free hand around him - he was kissing me passionately once more. He writhed underneath me, rubbing his newly dickless crotch against me as we kissed; pushing my balls back up against my own dickless crotch as he did so.
``It feels so good,'' he moaned, between kisses. One of his hands on my back trailed down and over the side, tracing over my hips, between our legs; pressing against his pelvic mound, exploring the newly sexless space between his legs, bringing that hand down past my crotch to cup the balls he still had regardless of his sexlessness above them, and then drawing it back up to be pushed up against my own sexless happy trail as he thrust his hips into me to press our crotches together. ``Isn't this just so right?'', he asked, with as much elation as anything. His groin pressed firmly against my balls that were bunched up against me as he brought our crotches together, eliciting a gasp from me, and he added, ``you're so wonderful.''
A kiss on my cheek, then, as he rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his happy trail against me and panting as he did so. He picked up the pace, working his way toward his first penisless orgasm and leaving squirming above him as his attention brought me toward my second. ``You're mine,'' he said, breathily, drawing the syllables out as his orgasm finally came to him - and was drawn out with each thrust of his hips against me. His pace remained steady, and he managed between breathes to ask, ``you're almost there, aren't you?'' I nodded, now panting myself; craving each touch against my crotch and of his balls against mine; now trying to rub myself back against him in turn as I came to the brink of my own climax.
He squeezed me tight - and I came, my hips going limp as I bounced above him and with my letting out happy little gasps as he just kept rocking his groin into me still. He was still riding the wave of his own orgasm, and pleasure kept washing over me from each touch of his pubis against mine. I was squeezing him tighter, stilled and content as I started to come out through the other side of my climax, while he kept on thrusting against me through what must have been long after his own until, eventually, he slowed and eventually settled underneath me, squeezing me back.
Eventually, with an ever so slightly wistful look on his face, he said, ``to think this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't used my GroinTack.'' He gave off a quiet chuckle, squeezing me tighter still for a moment as he did so. ``Y'know, this is the second time I've wound up really happy that you've taken my stuff.'' I blushed sheepishly at that comment. ``Otherwise I might have never realised you were...'' He trailed off in thought before electing to simply squeeze me tighter again rather than try to finish that sentence. ``I wanna be with you,'' he blurted out, now blushing, himself.
``Yes!,'' I blurted out back to him.
He squeezed me once more as he then asked, teasingly and playfully, ``do you wanna be my boooooyfriend?''
``Yeeeeeeesss,'' I immediately responded - realising that, at least unconsciously, I had always wanted that.
``My cute boyfriend,'' he began to ask playfully again, ``who doesn't have a peeeeenis?'' He pushed his hips inward for effect, pressing against my dickless crotch with his own.
I giggled - wasn't that something - and that was the perfect response for him. ``Just one thing left for me to do for myself,'' he cooed, drawing himself back from me but stroking his hands against me as those hands left their place wrapped around me. He reached around on the bed - and found the discarded case of GroinTack. He rolled on to his back beside me, opened that case up, and got the GroinTack out from it.
``What are you up to?'' I asked.
``Ooooone last thing you'd left me to do still,'' he responded, cooing again, ``just to make it official that I don't have a penis either.'' He pulled a small portion of GroinTack off, just enough to cover his fingertip; raised his balls up against his pelvis with his free hand to get a clear view of his perineum just underneath them, and then pressed his finger with the GroinTack on it against that part of him he'd just exposed and held the hand that finger belonged to firmly against himself down there. I think he could see that I was perplexed by what he was doing. ``... what?'' He asked.
``... I'm still not quite sure what you're up to,'' I stated back, sheepishly.
``I'm just...'' His countenance started to turn to a bit of an evil smirk again as he trailed off. ``You're not quite sure what I'm up to, you say?'' The evil smirk was there loud and clear. ``Babe, tell me honestly: Did you read all the instructions for the GroinTack?''
``... no.''
The evil smirk was widening as he continued, ``once you'd removed your penis, that was it; you were done with it, right?''
``... yes.''
``So,'' he said, ``you're my dickless boyfriend...'' I nodded on impulse at that, happy just to hear each of those words applied to me, ``... who, because he didn't finish following the instructions for removing his penis...'' I was no longer nodding, ``... is now missing a body part he's supposed to have now that he's had his penis removed.'' He drew his hand on his taint back, and where the GroinTack had been there was now the tiniest slit between his legs; his new urethral opening, nestled underneath his balls.
... So that was how that worked.
``You don't have this, do you, babe?'' He asked, with all traces of evilness vanishing from him for just a moment as he did so. Very sheepishly, I shook my head. He brought his hand between my legs and raised my balls up against my bare groin like he'd done with his own, smiling evilly again as he indeed found just the equally bare expanse of my perineum underneath. He glanced up, then, and simply asked, in a forced deadpan, ``well how are you supposed to pee, you dummy?''
``I can't,'' I said, more sheepishly still.
``What, you've tried?'' He asked. Just a bit of genuine surprise showed on his face, but he was also quite visibly amused. ``That's a pretty important thing that you're unable to do as it stands, you know.'' His smile became a warmer one as he said that, but one that still took a certain amount of amusement out of this predicament. ``You just can't go at all then, huh?'' He asked with a certain morbid curiosity.
I shook my head again.
Letting out a laugh that smoothed out the last of that evil smile of his, he said, ``Christ, you're adorable. We've gotta get you a peehole, haven't we?''
``Yeah...'' I said back, drawing the word out in embarrassment but also just blushing happily at his affection.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in by his side with my head resting on his chest. ``Once that's done it'll be official,'' he declared for me, ``I'll have the most wonderful dickless boy there is as my boyfriend.''
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