Warning: this story contains scenes of Consensual penectomy (the removal of the penis) and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

It had been a strange twenty-four hours for Dominic, a twenty-one-year-old German Shepherd dog who worked as a part time guard. 
He was sat in his apartment, eating a ham sandwich looking blankly forwards at the wall in front of him, as he had been doing a lot in the last day or so… He was dressed in a light blue t-shirt and khaki coloured cargo pants, and the more he thought the worse his fully hard dick in his pants ached.
He sighed as he finished eating and wandered over to the cupboard to get a glass and fill it with water by the sink. As he drank, he looked out of the window at the sunny scene, looking across town. 
If there was anything good going to come of the last twenty-four hours, it was going to be meeting up with someone tonight. 
He checked his watch. 4pm just three hours to go. 
He started thinking back to the events yesterday once more as he sipped the water... that cute raccoon who had groped him while he was there holding a gun, standing guard... the strange comment the raccoon had made on leaving which had triggered all kinds of conflicted thoughts... Then the fox yesterday evening at the bar who had coaxed him into a submissive role, shoved his hands down his pants and been teasing and groping his hard dick under the table only to instruct him explicitly not to cum until he said so… and meet him at the bar again tonight.
He reached down to the tent in his pants… ‘what the fuck is up with me?’ he thought looking down as he teased and rubbed the tent in his pants. ‘Yeah, that raccoon was cute as fuck, but why is his weird comment about loosing my dick getting me so hard?! Three hours can’t come soon enough…’ he said looking again at his watch and then walking over into his bedroom and flopping back on his bed.
His mind wandered back to some of the thoughts he’d been having… how do you lose your dick? What would it feel like to lose your dick… what would your dick look like if it had been… ‘lost’? 
He started imagining himself holding his dick, detached from him somehow, looking it over...
He unzipped his pants and pulled his undies down a little so he could pull out his hard 6-inch uncut length. His foreskin was still mostly covering the head even when fully hard, but as he wrapped his hand round it, he pulled it back all the way. He looked down at his precious dick in his hand… the thing he’d loved his entire life, playing with it – when he and his friend fooled around with each other in high school... and imagining it detached from him as he teased it.
He was blushing profusely now… he wanted to jerk off so bad. He knew he’d told the fox he’d not cum, he’d be a good boy… but he had been teased so much yesterday … and these confusing thoughts and feelings?!
“Fuck it.” He said aloud and undid the button on his cargo pants, then pulled them down to his knees while laying on the bed. He pushed his hips up to pull his black briefs down to his pants and rested back down, moaning as he began to slowly rub his over excited length.
He started to imagine that raccoon once more in front of him, groping him, teasing him while he was stood powerless to do anything about it. He imagined the raccoon undoing his pants right there, pulling his dick out and moving down to take it into his warm muzzle. He dropped his gun and put his hands round the back of the raccoon’s head… 
Then his mind moved ... the raccoon wasn’t sucking him off any more … now the fox he was meeting tonight was there, jerking him off from behind telling him he was a good boy while thrusting his fox cock deep inside him... 
He started to jerk himself off quicker, his foreskin rolling back and forth over his sensitive head, a little pre escaping and helping the silky skin glide effortlessly back and forth.
Now his mind wandered again... The raccoon was back, but not sucking him off, no. The raccoon had cut his dick off and was offering it to him… it was still hard, as he reached out to touch it ... warm still to the touch – exactly as it was now as he was jerking it … he brought it up close to look at it closer than he’d ever been able to before, noticing every little fold in his foreskin, every vein, every small ridge and bump, the underside with the feint line which ran from the tip of his foreskin, all the way down the underside .. and then his scent caught his nose... he opened his muzzle and pushed it in… His own warm dick was in his muzzle …
Dominic cried out loudly, he was hit with the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He thrusted up from his bed, his hand still jerking himself hard before suddenly shooting his seed up into the air, spattering his face and chest as he let out a long and satisfying moan… 
He flopped back down on the bed, his hand just slightly moving back and forth on his dick as it pulsed, the last of its seed escaping its tip and being caught by his thumb and finger, and then stopping, panting, and laying there in the afterglow.
As he slowly came round, he started to wonder if the fox would know he had cum… but how would he know what his usual load size was?... it’d be fine he thought. 
He reached down from his bed and picked up a black sock from the floor by his bed and started to clean his dick up, only then realising the extent of how much he’d shot over his stomach, chest and face… when the sock was no longer usable, he reached down and grabbed a t-shirt up from the floor and covered his face with it, wiping his face clean and then dabbed off the t-shirt he was wearing. 
Finally clean, or at least as clean as he was getting for the moment, he sighed happily, dropped the t-shirt back on the floor and closed his eyes thinking about the crazy stuff that had happened. At least he’d got it out of his system… he’d never be without his dick. He loved jerking it off too much. 
As he laid there smiling, he closed his eyes. His dick softening and resting back over his fluffy balls and he quietly drifted to sleep.

Across the room there was a loud beeping, followed by the sound of an object rattling across a surface. Dominic opened his eyes and blinked, sitting up groggily and rubbing his eyes.
‘What ... is that...” he thought looking over to where the sounds were coming from. His vision cleared up just in time to see his phone drop from the table onto the floor.
“Fuck.” He thought suddenly realising what it was, and why it was making the beeping noises. He’d set it for his meet up with the fox!
 “SHIT!” He said, spinning round on the bed and standing up. He’d fallen asleep with his pants and undies still down his legs, so he had to pull them back up before he started to hop and skip across the room to get to the phone which was now starting to slowly crawl across the floor into a black void beneath one of his cupboards. 
Dominic grabbed it just before it would have vanished into the dark, then raised it up to spot it was now two minutes past seven… 
He didn’t know what bad things the fox was going to do, which he’d threatened yesterday... but he was going to have to find out now. 
He grabbed his suit jacket which had been over the back of a chair in his kitchen and threw it on over his shoulders not caring if he looked a bit odd, pushing his arms down through the sleeves and heading straight out the door, in such a rush that he’d forgotten to change his shirt.
He started running down the street… he was supposed to have been there bang on time, and he hadn’t a clue what the dominating fox was going to do when he walked through the door. The only positive he could pull from this was at least it wasn’t raining like the thunderstorms which had rumbled across the city yesterday. 
He arrived at the bar panting, twenty minutes late. He burst through the door with such force that almost every single person sitting at a table turned to look and see what the urgency had been. 
Dominic looked round at the people staring at him with an embarrassed look on his face... One person he couldn’t see staring back at him however, was the fox he’d aimed to meet here. 
‘That’s not good…’ he thought to himself.. 
He walked in and tried to ignore the people looking as he walked past, and while people were going back to their drinks and the conversations they had been having before he’d barged in, he continued to look round trying to see any trace of the fox ... any instructions or anything anywhere on any of the empty tables… But there was nothing.
He sighed and walked over to the lion behind the bar. “Hey, er… I don’t suppose that fox from yesterday was in and, left ... maybe in the last fifteen minutes?”
The lion looked back with a smirk “Oh that fox with the red eyes who left yesterday with the girl?” 
Dominic blinked, and thought for a second “… Maybe? He did have red eyes.” 
The lion shook his head. “No. He hasn’t been in since yesterday. I’d know because he always orders an old fashioned and they take an age to make.”
Dominic nodded “… Ah ok… Well, thanks.” He replied, sounding a little downbeat and turning towards the door.
The lion, for all his scars and chiselled appearance, took on a softer expression “Hey, don’t be so down. You never know what’s around the corner.” 
Dominic turned and actually felt that helped. “Thanks.” he said with a smile. He walked over to the door, and onto the bustling street outside. 
He paused for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was wanting to do now. All he knew, was he didn’t want to go home just yet. The night had only just begun, and like the barman had said – maybe something was just around the corner. Maybe, if he went somewhere now... a bar... a club... maybe, just maybe, he’d find someone who could even become his partner? 
He started to think positive as he started to walk down the street, passing by a number of alleyways while dodging people walking in the opposite direction. He was thinking about what someone would look like, who would his future partner look like? What species would they be? What things would they get up to? 
Then, out of the crowd he spotted someone he thought he recognised... in a black hoodie, face... black sweatpants, a striped tail, and a mischievous grin on his face…
He stopped right in front of him. It was the raccoon from yesterday. 
Dominic stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the raccoon looking straight back at him, his heart starting to quicken. “Hey... you’re that raccoon from yesterday, right?” 
“Yeah, I’ve been looking for you” he said before reaching into the dog’s jacket pocket and pulling out a small flat card shaped device. “This helped though” he snickered.
“Huh?” Dominic exclaimed, trying to work out what it was “What is that thing? Where’d it come from?”
“Oh, Nikki gave you a pat yesterday apparently, she’s sneaky like that. Recognised you from when I’d been talking about you earlier on and kindly slipped that tracker in your pocket for me” he grinned.
“You wanted to find me?” the dog asked curiously.
“Yeah. How about we go up here?” Twomasks said, gesturing down an alleyway “We can have a chat.” 
Dominic looked down the alleyway and didn’t especially like the looks of it. “Errr.. down there? That looks a little bit creepy.” 
Twomasks turned back to the dog and thumbed the direction down the alley “This way, pup.” He said more firmly, and turned setting off down it himself, keeping an ear turned to ensure the dog followed.
Dominic’s ears briefly lowered at the change of tone to a more assertive one, but nodded and began following the raccoon. 
As the two walked down the alleyway, past the various trashcans and empty crates, Twomasks spoke up “So, you don’t strike me as the guard type. How did you end up being a guard?”
“Oh … er, yeah, so my friend … he was actually in the warehouse yesterday with the boss when you went in, he knew I was struggling for work. He arranged it. I guess that’s why I was outside when it could have rained at any minute, and the rest of them were all inside in the dry huh...” the dog replied.
“And,” Twomasks said, turning left down into a dead end section of the alley “yesterday, you seemed to like me checking you out didn’t you.” 
The dog nodded with a blush as he walked down into the enclosed area “Heh! … Yeah…” he paused and remembered the tent he was packing at the time “What gave it away?” He giggled.
Deciding they were far enough down the alley, Twomasks now stopped and turned back to the cute dog boy. “So, I wasn’t kidding when I said you had a nice dick” He said, “You’re uncut, and though I’m a raccoon of equal opportunities, who loves all dicks… uncut dicks are my thing.” He said stepping a little closer to the dog.
Dominic blushed “You worked that out from groping me huh… I guess raccoons really do have good sense of touch on their hands”. 
Twomasks laughed “Yeah, it’s a good talent to have. But I want to see this thing.” He said – before kneeling down in front of Dominic and pushing his nose into the dog’s warm crotch. 
Dominic wasn’t entirely ready for this, and he let out a quiet whimper as he felt the raccoon’s nose bump up against his soft dick hidden away in his pants… Just the thought however started to work its magic on him, and though it was soft at the moment, it wasn’t going to be for long.
Twomasks nuzzled at the dog’s crotch before deciding he wanted to get a good look at this length that had been on his mind for the last day. He unbuttoned the boy’s cargo pants, half unzipped his zipper and tugged them down fairly quickly, revealing his package neatly bundled up in the black briefs he was wearing.
Twomasks could already see the boy was starting to get turned on by his actions, and rather than giving him another grope through his undies, he decided to just get straight to the point. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of the dog boy’s briefs and pulled them down, though slowly as to allow him to gradually reveal the now semi soft pink length the dog had brought him down this private alleyway.
Dominic looked down his stomach, watching the raccoon slipping his briefs down, only to see his dick bounce free in front of the raccoon’s nose. He was still only semi, and his foreskin covered the head fully with a little overhang which bounced ever so slightly and independently as it rested down against his balls. 
Twomasks grinned as he watched the cutest dog dick he’d seen in a week slowly grow harder in front of his eyes. “So, looks like you’re enjoying this huh?” he said before gently rubbing the silky soft tip against his nose sand breathing in the dog’s most private scent.
Dominic watched as the raccoon took hold of his precious dick and manipulated it to rub against his snout, blushing deeply and nodding “A bit … heh… yeah… I have a question though.” he said.
“What question is that?” Twomasks said standing back up, but still gently holding the dog’s dick in his hand, teasing at its tip with his thumb.
The dog moaned quietly as he felt his length being teased … “y-yesterday... y-you said, something about … not to go losing it?” 
Twomasks grinned and nodded “Oh yeah. Well. I am here to cut your dick off. This cute thing here…” he said squeezing it a little “in a few minutes is going to be mine.”
Dominic blinked and swallowed ... His dick twitching in the raccoon’s hands and then beginning to harden even quicker, reaching his full 6 inches in just a couple of seconds. ‘Shit.’ He thought to himself “Like … for real? Or pretend … you mean pretend right?” 
Twomasks shook his head “No. I’m going to take a special device, and this yummy looking piece of meat down here, your little pleasure tool, is going to be cut from you.” 
The dog looked back with a blink, and then looked down between himself and the raccoon, his dick in the raccoon’s grasp… The dick he’d always had, always loved, always played with… and all he could say was “Fuck.. that’s hot..” 
Twomasks raised his eyebrows at the reaction. “You’re ok with that?” He asked. 
The dog looked up to Twomasks’s gaze once again “… I… I don’t know… but maybe?” he replied “Since yesterday I haven’t known what I wanted… When you said about losing my dick… I couldn’t help but think weird things… like holding my dick, but not attached to me…” 
Twomasks grinned… another boy he’d found, who he’d corrupted. “Oh, well then. I think we can arrange for a little of that.” 
Dominic looked around the alleyway, then back down to his dick still in the raccoon’s grasp, watching the raccoon tease the very tip of his dick and round to the foreskin covering the rest “… hmm...” was all he could muster for the moment. 
His head was swimming in thoughts. It was such a hot idea, but how could he cum if he had no dick? … but then again, the idea of holding his own dick, looking at it up close…
“Look, I don’t really give a shit if you say yes or not.” Twomasks now said bluntly “I’m taking this whether you like it or not, so you can think about it later if you want. After I’ve taken it.”
Dominic looked back to the raccoon “Please cut my dick off!” He almost blurted out. 
Twomasks expression melted into a smirk “I do like it when I hear a guy say that.” He said “And, just because of that, I’ll help it come off easier for you.” He said before taking his bag from his shoulder and placing it on the ground by his feet. He reached inside and took out what appeared to Dominic, as a large 15-centimetre ring device with some buttons on the top. 
Twomasks hooked it up to a battery pack and clicked in a metallic gas cylinder into the side “I could do with making this a little easier to set up.” Twomasks said taking a look at the ring and the dog boy’s length. “Good thing I’d brought the spacer plates. Last guy I used this on I struggled to get his junk through it. Won’t be having that problem today.” 
Dominic blushed at what almost felt like a burn at how his dick was regular in size “Uh... Sorry...” 
Twomasks pulled out two circular plates with a hole in the middle which was an inch and a half roughly across. He clipped the plates to the front and the back of the ring, then slid it down the boy’s twitching length.
Dominic watched his precious manhood being fed into the device. “So ... this ring has cut off dicks in the past? Like ... my dick is where some other guy’s dick got cut off before?”
Twomasks nods “One. A big bull. Had an uncut dick like yours but almost twice as long, twice as thick, and I took his balls too. I’m going to let you keep your balls though. There’s a tiger I know who I’ll hook you up with if you need that dealing with.” he snickered.
The dog couldn’t help but feel even more turned on now, knowing his dick was right there, just as the other guy’s package had been, and moments later that guy’s dick was just a toy, numb, and useless to him. Just as his own would be soon. “C-could I hold my dick when you do it?”  he asked.
Twomasks looked up at the dog “Sure. Go ahead. We are ready.” He replied.
Dominic reached down and grasped his dick, the ring device pushed right up to the base of his dick. He started to tease himself just as he had done earlier, gently rolling his foreskin back and forth, feeling that silky skin glide from the pre his dick had already started to leak.
While the dog boy was playing with his doomed meat, Twomasks reached forward and pushed the blue button on the device. It bleeped quietly, and the Dominic could feel the ring starting to warm up against his crotch. 
Dominic could already feel himself getting close, the fact he knew he was playing with his dick that was soon to become dead meat, the fact his dick was there in a device that had already claimed another guy’s dick… and this raccoon was going to take his dick as his… Take it from him.. 
He started jerking off quicker, back and forth, harder and firmer, moaning quietly... He felt his thighs begin to tingle, his dick began to swell harder still, he began tensing up as he hit the edge, and just as his climax hit, Twomasks pressed the red button. 
The device snapped close with a hiss, the blades shutting in the centre of the boy’s dick flesh, the sound deadened. Dominic cried out in pleasure, his dick coming free in his hand, the ring dropping from his crotch, and he shot his seed from the flush stump he now had. He had to rest his hand on one of the brick walls of the alleyway while he came, it was such a rush!
It was only as the pleasure began to fade, he started to feel the searing pain that began to build.. He looked down to find a dribble of his seed running down from the hole in his crotch, dribbling down the seared flesh and then down his fluffy sack, dripping to the floor.
He blinked and winced. “Shit that’s hurting...” He said.
Twomasks took a small spray bottle and squirted it onto the boy’s seared flesh “This will help.” He said.
The dog boy yelped as the stinging initially got worse, but after seconds, true to the raccoon’s word, the pain began dying. 
It was now he realised what he still had in his hand. Still warm... Sliced off at the very moment it had brought him to climax… his precious severed dick.
“Oh shit... this is …” he said bringing it up close to look at as if for the first time “So… fucking … hot” he said, reproducing everything he had imagined earlier today. Looking at every fold and crease in the foreskin still stretched over half of his dick’s head. The head, flared, frozen in the moment of orgasm, just before it would have shot its seed… the veins and velvet skin of his shaft… and then he caught his scent. He brought his severed dick to his nose and breathed in deeply… “Fuck...” he said as his other hand went down to grab his dick… that was no longer there.
Twomasks grinned as he was packing his things away “Yeah, you’ll find it difficult to jerk off now.” 
The dog hmphed at how stupid he had been to try to jerk off about his severed dick. Instead, he took hold of the base of it, wrapped his hand round it and started to jerk his severed dick instead… It felt exactly as it had moments ago… he thought back to how it used to feel, the familiar feelings of the foreskin rolling back and forth in his hand, the ridge of his flared head sliding and gliding past his fingers … but now, no sensation from it. Numbness.
Twomasks watched as the dog boy opened his muzzle and licked the tip of his own severed length… 
Dominic felt his warm dick against his tongue, the salty tang of his pre, the smoothness of the flesh at the tip of his member... 
“Ok pup. Mine now.” Twomasks said reaching out and grasping the dog boy’s dick.
Dominic grasped it a little firmer, not wanting to let go of his dick “Wait... can I suck it?” he asked.
“No.” The raccoon replied. “You want to suck dick? Then go out find some guy and suck it. But this – is mine now.” He said firmly.
The dog boy finally relinquished his severed dick to the raccoon… he so wanted to see what his dick tasted like, filling his own muzzle, sliding his tongue under its foreskin… he looked at the raccoon who now brought it up to his own nose and breathed in what was once his own precious scent… blushing deeper than he was already.
“Yeah, like I said, I like your dick” The raccoon grinned before pushing its head into his muzzle, just as the dog had wanted to do. 
Dominic watched as the raccoon sucked on the head of his former length... 
Twomasks swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting the dog boy’s pre and slipping his tongue under the foreskin around the warm smooth head, loving the salty muskiness of the boy he’d corrupted so much. Once he’d done exploring what his new prize tasted like, he pulled it from his lips and slipped it into his pocket.
“Ok pup, pull your pants back up. We are done. You need to either find a guy or buy a toy now... and you can cum again imagining this all over again.” he smirked.
The dog boy nodded and pulled his briefs back up, his cargo pants following and did them up. “Yeah… I hope I can find someone, but just in case... I’m swinging by the shop on the way home…” he said, pausing and then asking, “Are you gonna eat it?”  
Twomasks thought for a moment “Yeah. I think I probably will. I’m pretty hungry, and I think you can get yourself off thinking about the idea of me frying your dick in a frying pan, cutting it to bits once cooked, and eating its crispy foreskin still clinging to the steamed head cooked inside it.”
“Oh fuck ... yeah …” Dominic replied.
Twomasks slung his bag back over his shoulder and turned to head back down the alley “Oh,” he called back without looking round “Don’t go looking for that fox you met yesterday. He’s as dickless as you are now.” he laughed “Oh, and change that cum covered t-shirt.”
Dominic added this to the other thoughts he knew he was going to run through while playing with his new toy later “… Ah ... ok.” He replied watching the raccoon vanish round the corner. He looked down at the t-shirt he was wearing under the suit jacket... Sure enough, spatter marks were clearly visible from where he’d shot his seed earlier… ‘from my dick’ he thought… ‘Time to buy a toy.’