profile of a penectomy
BI, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION
A multi-part account of the important events that led to a fictionalcharacters choice to have a penectomy when he was 18.
There was something about the Ken doll that started it. He had first 
seen it in the cluttered and sweaty hot upstairs of his friend 
kyle’s house during one of those long summer days before sixth grade 
began.  While Kyle had gone downstairs to get two gritty glasses of 
koolaid and some peanut butter sandwitches, he had been left alone 
in the cluttered upstairs bedroom kyle shared with his little 
sister. In the corner, wearing nothing but a hawaiian shirt, lay a 
shiny tan plastic Ken doll. He crawled on his stomach over to the 
doll,  lying his face against the carpet, looking at Ken from the 
perspective of an ant.

Boy and doll both stomach down on the carpet. He touched the dolls 
heel, and then lightly traced up Ken’s legs, making gentle circles 
with the pads of his fingers over Ken’s perky and tan shiny plastic 
buttocks. He picked Ken up with both hands and took off his minature 
yet surprisingly well fitted shirt. He held the minature plastic 
hunk up before him.....saw the strong jawline...the clear blue eyes, 
the well defined chest...but from the moment he saw it, he couldn’t 
keep his eyes from roving back  again and again to the smooth empty 
plastic crotch.

He began to feel a pinch in his own groin. When he had slithered 
across the floor to Ken, he had bunched up his dusty jeans, and now 
his penis was becoming hard and large again. He reached down, and 
positioned his penis facing up towards his stomach. He was surprised 
how hard and large it had gotten this time, and wished it would 
become soft again. While he was holding Ken, he clenched his own 
buttocks, and pushed his pelvis down against the carpet, trying to 
squish his penis back down to size....he wasn’t sure if this would 
work...but it felt good....like scratching a itch....so it was what 
he did.

He heard Kyle yell up to him from downstairs. He yelled back, and 
then stood up, and quickly locked himself in the hall 
bathroom....still holding the Ken Doll.

He sat down on the toilet seat, and held Ken in his hands in front 
of him. Ken looked like his older stepbrother David if you shaved 
his body, and rubbed him with baby oil. They both had thick dark 
hair, bright fresh blue eyes, a broad and powerfull back, and a 
tight butt. Except, on David, he knew that there was a tiny crease 
line just at the bottom of his cheeks, on the inside of his thighs, 
exactly where the hem of bikini briefs would rest.

He brought Ken close to his face, and rubbed his upper lip gently 
over the doll. With his nose pressed against Ken’s chest, he pressed 
his toungue against the smooth plastic dollcrotch, and let it slip 
between the dolls plastic muscle legs. It was then that it came to 
him....what would HE look like with an empty crotch?

In a flash he stripped off his gritty boy’s jeans, and peeled the 
damp teeshirt up over his head. In two steps, he was out of his 
underpants and socks. He placed the Ken doll down on the basin, and 
looked at himself in the full length mirror behind the door.

Unfortunately, he was very different from David, and even more 
different from Ken. Before him was a 12 year old boy with only a 
hint of the development and muscularity of David or the doll. He was 
only 5’ even, and weighed about 105. He had light but straight blond 
hair which lay flat on his head. Instead of style, his bangs had 
dust and sweat. His shoulders were square and broad, but his cheast 
was only modestly muscled, with only an light dip at the base of his 
pecs. Instead of a deep tan, he had a dusting of freckles across his 
nose and shoulders, and instead of blue, he had green eyes. When he 
took a deep breath, you could see the ribs under the skin. Instead 
of a smooth, shiny crotch, he had a pair of pink/purple hairless 
testicles, and a rock hard bowed dick, with a shiny cherry red 
helmet like glans. He had been circumcized, and when he was 
completely erect, the skin on his dick was tight and increadably 
sensitive to the touch. At least he was as hairless as the 
doll......

He knew how to masturbate, and knew what it was for. He had secretly 
watched his step-brother Dave in the shower for months now...but he 
never thought he would ever want to do it. However, there was some 
soft handsoap in the bathroom, and in a second, he had worked up a 
warm slimy lather and began to slid his fist up and down his rock 
hard shaft. While  he pumped with one hand, he held the doll in the 
other, rubbing it against his cheast...against his face, licking its 
smooth hairless but...and savoring  its beautiful, empty crotch...

He came so hard he thought his ears popped. His orgasm reached down 
to his feet, and made him stand on his toes, his back arched, his 
shoulders shivering. He sqelched a cry, by begining to cough. After 
he washed off his sensitive spent dick, and wiped the sticky cum off 
the mirror, he put his clothes back on. And before he left the 
bathroom, he hid the Ken doll in the back of his pants....