Knall presents an intriguing, kinky conundrum in 'Where is my dick?'. Our lone, smooth-skinned protagonist is in a state of bewilderment, his hand unable to locate his cock. He's not hiding it, it's simply... gone. His exploration is a tantalizing tease, fingers gliding over toned flesh, grazing sensitive areas, yet finding only emptiness. His confusion is palpable, his arousal undeniable. As he continues his futile search, the question lingers, and the scene becomes a study in anticipation and frustration, a unique brand of solo play that will leave you questioning, and yearning, right alongside him.