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I removed my boxers and lay back on the bed, hands locked behind my head, legs dangling over the foot, as I listened to the quiet scrape-scrape of Rick sharpening the razor. I keep my entire body smooth for swimming, leaving only my eyebrows and the hair on my head. I regularly wax and shave the rest of my body, but Rick always does my crotch. It's our ritual. I finally heard Rick put the sharpener aside. My cock stiffened and a tiny pearl of precum leaked from the tip as I thought of Rick's hands massaging my crotch, shaving away the stubble that had appeared there since our last session. I lifted my head and propped myself up on my elbows to see if he was ready. He held the cut-throat razor out in his hand as he plucked a hair from his head and released it over the blade. It fell gently on the upturned edge but was nevertheless sliced neatly in two. I watched, entranced, as the two pieces drifted silently to the floor. I looked back up at Rick, smiling. "That's so sharp," he said, "I could slice of your dick and balls and you'd never even notice!" My cock gave a sudden lurch with my quick intake of breath. Rick said nothing, but smiled as he gently pressed my chest with one hand, and I laid back down, locking my hands behind my head again. This is our rule: I am never bound, but during our sessions, Rick, with that open blade in his hands, is in control of my crotch, in control of me. I heard him putting down the razor and taking up the shaving cream, and suddenly his hands were on me--I gasped for breath--spreading the heated cream all around my crotch, over my balls, and then, unexpectedly, up my cock, towering over my groin like an angled missile ready to launch. Rick's hands spread the cream in a thick layer all the way up my shaft and over the head, even as my trickle of precum threatened to wash it away. Then suddenly Rick's hands were gone. I heard him wiping them on the towel, and then there was the unmistakable sound of the razor being taken from the table. There was a moment of silence. And then his hands were back, with the razor, guiding that unbelievably fine edge over the smooth surface of my skin, through the cream. I had to detach to keep from cumming right then, overwhelmed by the feeling of Rick's hands and his blade on my skin. I was laying back in a dream, under Rick's complete control, feeling the long, steady strokes of the razor in Rick's hands, leaving my skin completely smooth. Stroke after stroke, ever lengthening, leaving nothing but smooth, empty skin behind. It took me a moment to realize that Rick had stopped, that his hands and the blade were gone, as he wiped the blade clean with the towel. But a moment later he was back, this time with the towel, wiping away the traces of shaving cream left behind on my now-smooth crotch. As the towel glided across my skin, I had never before felt so smooth, each swipe with the towel was quick, even, and completely unobstructed. Rick must have noticed my curious frown as his finished his wiping, because he finally spoke. "You can look." I released my hands from behind my head and propped myself back up on my elbows, smiling at Rick as his grinning face came into view, then looking down at my crotch to examine his work. I froze, eyes wide. My crotch was completely smooth. Completely. No hair... and no dick and no balls! I was unable to move until Rick finally reached down and touched his fingers to my empty groin, confirming that what I saw was no illusion. My hand immediately shot out and trapped his there, his large, powerful fingers pressed against the smooth, blank skin where my cock and balls should have been, the cock and balls that those fingers had just--somehow--removed. I fell back on the bed, breathing heavily as I forced his hand to rub back and forth over my nullified crotch, not quite as sensitive as my dick would have been, but all the more erotic for the emphasized lack of what should have been there. Rick forced me further back on the bed and lifted my legs to his shoulders, leaving me to trail my own fingertips over my now smooth groin as I eagerly lifted my ass for his entry. I felt the head of his large, throbbing cock press against me, slick with lube and precum; his cock, that organ I no longer had. I shuddered as he entered me, feeling every inch as he quickly slid home, shocked by the sensation of his cock inside me, his balls and pubic hair pressed against me, all things that my searching fingers continually confirmed were not there. Now it was Rick's turn to cover my hand with his, forcing my fingers to once again pass over my empty crotch, then to the base of his cock where it entered me, buried under the tuft of his pubic hair. I shuddered again as he began to thrust, still moving my hand back and forth, emphasizing the contrast between us. Soon he leaned down and whispered breathily in my ear as he fucked me, punctuating his words with thrusts or teasing brushes over my impossibly smooth groin with his hand. My freed hands reached up to explore the muscles of his powerful, potent, virile body, not much more muscular than mine, but infinitely more potent and virile thanks to my suddenly nullified state. "You're totally smooth now... you like it, don't you..." I groaned in response as he thrust into me. "You'll glide through the water like an eel, now... nothing to stop you... unless we need to shave off these next time..." I let out a yelp as he pinched my nipples. "You're so perfect... perfect and smooth... you'll be the envy of the team, nothing under your tight Speedos..." My hands trailed down the chiseled ridges of his pulsing abs back to my empty crotch. "You won't even need to wear Speedos now... you're slicker than a seal... completely smooth... naked... flying through the water..." I could almost feel water coursing over my blankness. Rick's whispering lost coherence as he thrust faster and faster into me, one hand back trapping mine at my empty crotch. Then, suddenly, his hand pressed mine hard down on my groin and two words stood out from the nonsense: "You're perfect!" I lost it. My entire body shuddered with orgasm, and Rick drove hard all the way home, firing his load deep into me, drawn out by my spasms around him, out from his balls, out through his cock. I had no such violent release, no such source, no such conduit, but I felt an overwhelming ecstasy all throughout, as something warm and slick dribbled from a tiny hole between my legs, onto the base of Rick's cock. Finally, Rick, utterly spent, withdrew and let me fall, collapsing atop me, his muscular body pressed against mine, his cock, thick and heavy, pressed against and draped over my empty smoothness, weighted down from behind by his dangling balls. Sleep gently took us as we lay together, one man with, one man without, and I silently reveled in the irrevocable transformation Rick's hands and Rick's blade had brought to me.
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