The Downfall of Todd Sawyer

Todd Sawyer let out a little sigh as he hooked down his tight blue britches. Wiggling out of them, he left them rumpled on the ground by his feet, leaving on his big toeless boots. Taking his fat penis in one paw, he lifted his leg and pissed.
Wherever there were chicken-coops to raid or pies left cooling on windowsills, Todd Sawyer had long been there to make a nuisance of himself, but somehow the cocky foxy boy never seemed to suffer any for it. He was just too darn charming, with his drawl and his big blue eyes and his vulpine smile. The womenfolk would cluck and giggle at him, and in the end they would let the young rapscallion get away with murder.
But now Todd was a little cub no more. He was a big strapping youth, in his eighteenth summer, and now there was something else about him that got the girls and ladies gossiping and giggling. He possessed an “uncommon hunky hose”, as one of them had commented, and just now he had it on full display as he lifted his athletic vulpine leg against the tree, bobbing up and down a little at half-mast as a steady stream of urine gushed forth. It wasn’t the most private spot, Todd had to admit. Even now, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a gaggle of girls passing in the distance, pointing and fluttering their fans. The young fox grinned to himself, pretending not to notice them.
Finishing up, Todd squeezed his plump head a couple of times, taking care of the last little drops of piss. Not one to pass up an opportunity to show appreciation for his fans, the irrepressible youth turned casually toward the girls a little, still languidly yet determinedly avoiding looking their way as he wiggled his hips a little, waggling that great hefty donger around in his paw, just to make sure he’d shaken it thoroughly dry, of course. Then he simply stood for a couple moments just enjoying the breeze, allowing it to swing gently between his handsome thighs.
The dashing young fox took his sweet time pulling his tight breeches back on, too, stuffing his pudgy semi-erection back under wraps with a certain amount of difficulty. Finally presentable once again, Todd set his wide-brimmed straw hat at a jaunty angle before flashing a knowing little wink at the girls still watching and giggling, which he was sure at least a couple of them saw. But he set off on his heels without a backwards glance. “Always leave ‘em wantin’ more” was his motto, as far as his fans were concerned.
After a lazy afternoon nap in an old wheelbarrow full of hay, Todd Sawyer swaggered back down the lane in the direction of the old whitewashed house where he lived with his old Aunt Polly. Another productive day of mooching around and playing hooky from work had left him tired and hungry, he reflected as he turned down the front path… and suddenly froze in his tracks.
In front of the house stood a small crowd of menfolk from the local town, older males and important personages too. The swaggering young fox stopped swaggering the moment he saw their stern faces, all staring squarely at him. He was debating with himself whether to do an about-face and pretend like he forgot something when he heard his Aunt Polly speak: “Ah, there the rapscallion hisself is, gentlemen.”
A big, stout bear in an elegant top hat and waistcoat, whom Todd recognized as the Judge from his many previous run-ins with the law, turned toward the foxboy with an ominous little half-smile. “Ah, young Todd Sawyer, pleased to make your acquaintance once again, I’m sure. We’ve just been havin’ ourselves a little discussion with your aunt here about that little display you put on earlier.”
Well, Todd began to sweat a little at that! He couldn’t think how they would have come to know about that… word of his guilty mischief must have spread much quicker than he realized, he guessed.
“Well, shucks… ah… awful sorry, but ah’m not rightly sure what display you’re talkin’ of, mister… sir,” he stammered, flashing his most winning, yet nervous, smile across his foxy face. “Ah’ve… ah’ve just been havin’ a little nap in the ol’ wheelbarrow over yonder… ole Jim’ll tell ya, he saw me there.”
He was mostly greeted by stern, stony faces at this, most of them all too familiar with his charm offensive. 
“I’m guessin’ them chores o’ yours are still undone then, Todd?” Aunt Polly asked with resigned exasperation.
“Can’t say I’m surprised. An honest day’s work is a foreign concept to you, boy, always was,” said a sour-faced old horse standing behind the Judge.
“Well, ah had a peculiar inspirin’ teacher, Mister Dobbins,” Todd couldn’t resist replying to him. Mr Dobbins had been his teacher till he’d quit school at sixteen a couple of years back, and the antipathy was mutual.
“That’s quite enough sass from you, boy,” growled the Judge as the horse opened his mouth to respond. “Mr Dobbins is a respected pillar of this here community, which is more’n can be said for a reprobate like you. And yes, that’s right, we know all about your dirty little habit, have done for some time now.” The stout ursine was pointedly eyeing Todd’s barely-decent britches, where the outline of the local heart-throb’s big dick was clearly visible quite by shameless design. “My own fair daughter Bessie’s been tellin’ quite the tale about it, for one. My own sweet innocent Bessie. You tryin’ to corrupt our little girls, ya filthy durn fox? Is that it, huh, punk?”
Todd was feeling increasingly uneasy at how much these menfolk were all glowering at him, muttering under their breaths, whipped up by the Judge’s righteous indignation. Had they all just come here to give him a stern talking to, or was there going to be more to it this time? It was at that moment, as his sly vulpine eyes darted from face to face, that the young fox decided he didn’t want to hang around to find out.
“Well, it’s been good to catch up, gentlemen, but ah do fear ah appear to have forgotten my such-and-such and whatnot on the road,” he cried at once, whirling round with a doff of his straw hat and making a break for it down the path without waiting for an answer. But the Judge moved surprisingly quick for a beast his size and girth. His paw shot out and grabbed the fleeing fox’s bushy tail, pulling the hapless youth flat on his ass in the blink of an eye. Todd’s trademark hat went flying. In the blink of another eye they were all around him, staring down with each face graver than the last, and it was at that moment that Todd Sawyer knew: he wasn’t getting out of this one so easy. “I hope they teach you a lesson this time, Todd Sawyer!” he heard his aunt call as strong, beefy arms seized him by every struggling limb, and the elder males bore him away unsmiling, out into the black country night.

Todd’s nerves went from bad to worse when he saw they were taking him: he’d assumed he was going to the courthouse, or even the Judge’s house, but here he found himself in a big old barn, being forced down onto an uncomfortable old milking stool as the menfolk bound his paws behind his back with strong twine. “Uh… so, gentlemen,” he ventured at last, “What manner of trial am ah to be given? This appears a mite unorthodox, if you’ll pardon mah sayin’ so…”
This earned him a backhand from the Judge. “No-one gave you leave to speak, boy,” he heard through the ringing in his ears. So dazed was he that the young fox thought he was imagining it when he felt someone pulling off his boots and breeches, but when he looked down he saw his big fat willy peeping back up at him with its one eye, looking as confused as he to suddenly be exposed to the cool night air.
“So there he is, huh. No wonder the girls were always complaining about how you kept pissin’ over the dividing wall into their restroom, boy. A delinquent like you don’t deserve such an overgrown member as that, no he don’t,” Mr Dobbins declared, before giving the vulpine’s exposed crotch a well-placed kick that clipped his plums and caught his wide mushroom glans with stinging precision. Todd yipped in pain, toes squinched up on his big bare foxy feet, wishing he was able to cover his poor bruised boyhood with his paws. There was a smattering of chuckles from the assembled worthies. 
“Anyways, we’ve already decided amongst ourselves what we’re gonna do with you here this eve, young Sawyer, and as I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, it ain’t gonna be nothin’ you’re gonna like none.” As the Judge spoke he handed the old horse teacher a heavy pair of leather gloves, rough and coarse-looking. Other stout and brawny males took hold of Todd’s ankles and forced the strapping young fox’s strong bare legs apart, toes splayed as his large footpaws squirmed ineffectually. Mr Dobbins now had full access to the impressive crotch between the youth’s tensed-up, sweaty thighs.
What he did with that access astonished Todd. He gave a little yip as the solemn-faced old stallion grabbed his pudgy, fleshy dong without further ado, and began to rub his gloved hands up and down the sensitive length of the boy’s girthy shaft. Such was the speed with which he rubbed that it quickly became more than the young fox could bear as his sensitive penile skin was scratched by the rough, callused surface of the gloves. Further yips of alarm and discomfort escaped Todd’s jaws as the males around him guffawed all the louder at the comical sight. And what a sight it was – Todd Sawyer being forcibly stimulated by his former schoolmaster! The juvenile delinquent could scarcely believe the absurdity of it himself.
Absurd or not, his beefy soldier soon stood to attention readily enough at all the rough, vigorous attention it was getting. Todd’s hard-on rose stiff and proud as ever it had, bobbing up and down in a manner most lewd in time with the schoolmaster’s relentless stimulation. The helpless miscreant finally yelped pain and dismay as the Judge himself came forward, grunting slightly as he wrapped a piece of strong twine as tight as it would go around the vulpine youth’s now fully erect muscular member, trapping all the blood inside the meaty organ most effectively. If he hadn’t felt utterly trapped before, the increasingly sweaty and squirming Todd Sawyer sure as hell did now.
“Now, call forth the witnesses!” intoned the Judge, standing once again. A big, sturdy black dog came forward, looking Todd up and down appraisingly. The young fox’s ears drooped as he recognized the burly canine. “Jim?” he ventured bashfully, “You’ll stick up for a pore beleaguered feller, raight?”
Jim cleared his throat solemnly. “A couple months back, ah came upon young Sawyer here relievin’ hisself upon a gravestone in the cemetery,” he said in a strained voice, eliciting shocked gasps from the other creatures. “Full without britches, he was, an’ pissin’ in full view of any soul who might happen by. Shakin’ that whanger around like weren’t no shame in it whatever, he was.”
The Judge stroked his chin gravely. “And just when I thought there were no depths to which this heathen wouldn’t stoop. That I would live to see such times as these, when the youngfolk behave after such evil and wanton manners. Is there any evidence you can give us to confirm this sorry story, my good honest Jim?”
“If y’please, Mister Judge, sir, this fox’s boy-part has a slight curve to the right, when in its resting position. If you fine gentlemen will observe, the thing looks a bit like a big fat banana, so it does.”
As if on cue, those beasts closest to Todd began to lean in toward his crotch, ignoring the rising discomfort of the visibly cringing and squirming fox. One of them reached out, gave the fat, engorged shaft a good tug that made the young rogue yip in alarm again, and stared as it bobbed back into place, the big mushroom head bouncing gently against his right thigh. “Well, I’ll be!” one murmured. “So it does! And to think, pissin’ on a gravestone of all places! I hope it weren’t my dear sweet old mother, God rest her soul!”
“It could have been any one of our beloved ones,” Mr Dobbins cut in, his face grim, set and humourless. “This villain must be dealt with here tonight, that we might be rid of his enormities once and for all. Jim, the purifiers.”
The black dog looked nonplussed. “The purifiers, Mr Dobbins, sir?”
“The shears, he means the shears, this beast has a taste for the theatrical,” the Judge put in impatiently.
“Ah, right y’are, Mister Justice, sir,” Jim replied with a nod as he ambled off into the shadows in a businesslike fashion. Todd Sawyer was sweating harder than ever now, vulpine eyes wide and toes clenching and unclenching furiously! 
“Ah…” the foxboy ventured, after a few seconds of painful, pregnant silence, “Y’all ain’t… y’all ain’t thinkin’ of doin’ what I think y’all are thinkin’ o’ doin’…?” His voice tailed off as he gulped visibly, the sweat from his tousled headfur starting to run down into his big vulpine eyes.
A little half-smile played about the Judge’s chops. “What do you think we’re thinkin’ o’ doin’, boy?”
Todd didn’t quite know what to make of that! “Ah… ah…,” he replied hesitantly, “Ah mean, to deprive a growin’ boy o’ his boyhood itself, why, you gentlemen wouldn’t really be so cruel an’ heartless now, would ye?”
“Deprive a wicked, evil, wanton boy o’ his dirty, disgusting, overgrown boyhood, the instrument of his very sin,” the Judge mused theatrically, “Why, what a capital idea! I think that may just be the first sensible thing you’ve said here tonight, Sawyer! Whaddya say, gentlemen?”
The assembled folk responded heartily, nodding enthusiastically as they all murmured their assent, some of them clapping Jim on the back as he came slowly back into view bearing a very sharp, sturdy and reliable-looking set of farm shears. “Restrain the villain, now!” The big bear cried as the vulpine youth began visibly struggling to back away.
All at once, Todd’s face cracked into one of his famous winning smiles, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, Mister Judge, sir, you’re tryin’ to scare me straight, ah see that now, point taken an’ all that, ah didn’t mean nothin’ by any of it, ya know, an’ well, ah can safely say that Todd Sawyer is a character most reformed now, yes sir, he won’t be relievin’ hisself in no indecorous places no more…”
“No he won’t, boy, you ain’t wrong there,” Mr Dobbins replied.
“Truer words were never spoken,” added the Judge with his jaw set grimly. “Jim, time to do the deed.”
“Right y’are, sir.”
The young fox’s wide eyes darted from one face to another, in desperate mute appeal. He was still struggling against the strong, silent males who held his limbs unyieldingly as Jim bent down and carefully slid the blades around the very base of his banded, bulging phallus, behind the twine that kept it painfully erect. “That’s right, Jim!” the Judge put in encouragingly. “Not even a stump now, ya hear?”
The blades were resting right against the boy’s pubic bone when the strong black dog brought the blades together with a smart, decisive motion, making a sharp snapping sound as the keen metal blades went right through the strong tendons of the strapping young fox’s thick, muscular shaft. A little “Awk!” was the only sound that could be heard from Todd himself, sweaty toes curling in agony as his handsome foxy face squinched up in a way that elicited much more mirth from the assembled males.
“Young Todd’s maleness, sir, as y’requested,” Jim put in mildly as he handed the cleanly severed organ to the stout and dignified bear. The Judge accepted the offering graciously, holding it up by the bloody base for the others to see, Todd’s disembodied pride looking faintly ridiculous wiggling around in his paw like that!
“And I think we can safely say this is a successful night’s work, gentlemen, to have removed this filthy object of sin from a richly-deserving miscreant who made such ill use of it,” he intoned with satisfaction, before abruptly throwing the offending member down into the dirt floor of the barn and stamping on it with his big, heavy boot.
Todd Sawyer’s doleful puppy-eyes were wide again as he stared speechlessly down at where the Judge’s foot had landed, ears drooping most sorrowfully! His expression of dismayed disbelief was such a picture that the Judge couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s what I think of that dirty thing, boy!” the bear boomed. “As to you-all, gentlemen, by all means take your turns!”
Many others followed his example, bringing their boots down on the severed member with contemptuous vigour, tramping it right down into the dirt. “Serves you right, Sawyer!” cried one. “That’ll teach ye to behave, dirt-fucker!” agreed another. 
The young fox’s expression became even more woeful, if such a thing were possible, as he watched what had until recently been his favourite body-part become flat as a pancake, losing its plump girthy shape as the older males squished it under their heels.

*** Two weeks later ***

Todd glanced around furtively as he headed down the bank by the roadside. There didn’t seem to be anybody about, but he could never be too careful, these days.
Finally finding a tree that looked to be reasonably shielded from view of the road, the young fox grimaced a little, lowering his ears ruefully as he hiked down the front of his britches a little, pulling out a long black sock. Without it there mimicking his plump, comely boyhood, his crotch area looked a little oddly-shaped and deflated, only his still-intact and shapely scrotum giving it any sort of bulge at all – and with a reputation like his, Todd Sawyer could scarce afford to attract unwanted attention to the parlous state of his genitalia!
Rummaging a little in his napsack, the vulpine youth finally dug out what he was looking for – a rusty old cowhorn, a little bent and chipped. “An especial old and rusty one to match your new lowly status as Dickless McGee, boy!” the Judge had said harshly upon presenting him with his new tool, the laughter still raw in Todd’s foxy ears. He generally put off using it as long as possible, but his business could be delayed no longer today. Placing it gingerly against the tender pink hole above his fluffy ballsack, he was just on the verge of passing his water when…
“Todd Sawyer! What the devil you doin’ with that there thing, boy?”
The young fox nearly jumped out of his skin! Hastening to hide himself, he whirled round awkwardly to see Mr Dobbins standing close behind, a triumphant smile on his long, austere face. It almost seemed like he had been hiding behind a tree this entire time, so sudden was his appearance.
“Well, I thought you had seen the error of your ways, young Sawyer, but perhaps I was wrong. Still despoilin’ public land with your piss! Imagine if some gentlefolk, or even some fair ladies, happened to be passin’ by.”
“Ah… well, ah… sure am mighty sorry, sir.” Todd cringed meekly, lowering his ears once again as he attempted to avoid eye contact.
“Well, at any rate, foxy, I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, I’m thinkin’. I recall you was always fond of your little pissin’ contests back in them school days. You could outpiss them all, I seems to remember. Like a damn firehouse. Mayhaps we could have a little contest too, for old times sake, huh?”
The vulpine’s eyes went very wide at this. “But…” he stammered, “But… ah… ah can’t…”
“Nonsense, boy! Where’s all that cocksure confidence gone to, eh?” Todd visibly winced. “Come on, let’s be gettin’ down to business. Whomsoever gets his stream farther shall be the victor.”
So saying, the big tall horse hooked down his own breeches at the front, hauling out an impressive length of horse dong. When the young fox hesitated to follow suit, Mr Dobbins grabbed his loose, unbelted britches and gave them a hearty yank, pulling them right down to reveal the strange sight of his still-plump plums with nothing sitting atop them but his poor sad hole. Whistling merrily, the upright equine proceeded in a businesslike manner to point his own great phallus in the direction of a tree many yards away, unleashing a thick, healthful stream of urine in a manner of seconds. Todd blinked dully as he watched his former teacher’s commanding stream drench the trunk.
“Well?” Mr Dobbins asked triumphantly as his stream slowed to a trickle. “Let’s see what you got, young Sawyer, out with it!”
Todd’s lip quivered as he stood there being stared down steadily by the schoolmaster. He might have refused, once, but there was no defiance left in him. In contrast to Mr Dobbins it took a good few minutes for anything to happen – and then it did, and of course the horse laughed uproariously, and the young fox wanted the ground to swallow him up.
A chaotic spray erupted forth from the adolescent vulpine’s pisshole, spurting and sputtering, drenching his scrotum and dribbling down his thighs, ultimately soaking into his britches as they lay round his ankles. As the former rebel stood there, dripping with his own piss, he at least thought that the worst might be over, that he had had his lesson for today and that Mr Dobbins might let him be.
“Now, as I also recall, my boy, there was always some forfeit in these contests of yours, only right an’ proper. You and your boyish pranks, n’ all that. Well, as the winner, I reserve the right to choose the forfeit.”
Those big, handsome blue eyes went wide again, as Todd swallowed hard.
“Well, all I want you to do is walk home, as it happens. Walk right back home and apologise to all the goodfolk of the town for all the grief your scandalous behaviour has brought to them over these years.”
The foxboy was beginning to relax a little, trying to look suitably contrite.
“Only, well… you’ll be doin’ it… nekkid.”
The juvenile delinquent swallowed hard. “But… but…” he gulped.
As Todd stood rooted to the spot, Mr Dobbins took him in hand. “Here, m’lad, let me help you undress.” Grabbing the young fox firmly by the shoulders, he ripped off his shirt with a single pull. “My, won’t the girls be impressed!” the horse teacher chuckled as the adolescent vulpine’s toned, fluffy chest was revealed, Todd cringing and hugging himself. 
“What’s wrong?” Mr Dobbins laughed. “I thought you loved to show off that handsome hunky body of yours, Toddy.” Grabbing Todd’s ankles, he lifted them up one after the other, slipping him out of his breeches, and finally pulled the boots off Todd’s unresisting feet, revealing his big sweaty footpaws. All in all, the strapping fox-lad made an impressive sight standing there, his handsome young body with its red fur glistening lightly in the sunlight… all save for the sad little hole between his thighs, nestled squarely below the toned V of his taut tum and above his fat musky balls.
“What’s this?” cried the schoolmaster as he held up the musky, sweaty black sock which smelled so unmistakably of Todd’s sweaty adolescent crotch. “You ain’t been tryin’ to pretend you still got that fat donger between your legs, have you, boy? Seems like someone still ain’t learned his lesson. Well, that’s all gonna change soon enough. Come on, son! It’s time to show them goodly folk the new Todd Sawyer!”