Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles) and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

The quiet hum of countless phone conversations filled the well-lit office floor, where cubicles housed customer service representatives assisting with electrical appliance and website issues. Among them, a 20-year-old fennec sat in one of the booths, diligently taking calls. He wore a white shirt, a blue tie, and black work pants. His name badge read, "Hi, My Name Is Tristan." The exhaustion on his face was evident; he had been working since 9 a.m., and it was now 4:40 p.m. and it had been a long day of dumb customers.
“No, sorry, you say you can’t access the website when you enter the address into the address bar?” Tristan asked, striving to maintain a positive and cheery attitude. He paused to listen to the customer on the phone. 
“And when you press return on your keyboard, what happens?” Another pause, during which Tristan’s expression shifted to puzzled. 
“It went away? How do you mean the browser went away? Did it close? Did you click the close button, maybe? The red square at the top right with the wh…” He stopped as the customer began speaking again.
His expression changed to being more puzzled… squinting slightly as he tried to understand the customer. “An error? What is it saying?” He paused again. 
“Furcrosoft Outreach doesn’t recognize the website address?” Suddenly, he realized the customer was trying to access the website by typing the address into their email client's address bar. Frustrated, he brought his hand to his face, his ears drooping.
“Okay, so… I think I know what the problem is,” he said, thinking, 'It's you! You’re the problem!' but he remained calm. “I need you to go back to your desktop. Do you see the big blue 'F' logo on the desktop?” He paused. “Okay, click that... nothing’s happening? … Oh sorry. DOUBLE click the F.”  
“Yes, I bet that’s how you get to other websites.” he continued. “Now, enter the website address in there,” he instructed, spelling it out. “That’s it. Now press the enter key on your keyboard.” He paused to let the customer respond.
“Great! Is there anything else I can help you with today?... Great, have a good afternoon!” he said before ending the call.
Sighing, Tristan typed up his notes on the call, remaining polite, and clicked submit. He then looked up at the clock on the office wall, positioned above a screen flashing various statistics. Not much longer to go now, he thought. Soon, he’d be home, eating dinner, and getting ready for the rave tonight! He hadn’t been out for a couple of weeks, so he was really looking forward to this one.
His final call that afternoon was a simple ‘Did you turn it off and back on again? No? Do that... Its working? Great!’ affair, and with that it was done for the day! He logged out of his terminal and stood up stretching his arms above his head. What a day…
He padded over to the office door, clocked out and went to get his light summer jacket from the hallway and made his way to the street outside. 
As he stood waiting for the bus, his mind started wandering to what he was going to do when he got in, what he was going to have for dinner, and what time he was going to start getting ready for the night out. The rave wasn’t until 11pm and wasn’t due to end until 4am… 
He checked his phone for the time, it was 5:10pm, and he figured he probably had time to get dinner and have a nap, get up, have coffee and then get sorted for the rave. He then realised his bus was late… for the fifth time this week. 
Fifteen minutes later, the bus turned up, he stepped onboard, showed his ticket and went to sit down by one of the windows.
He looked out at the world going by and watching as the bus called off at the city centre bus station. He had no one sat next to him, so he knew that it was possible that any moment now someone would be plonking themselves uncomfortably close to him. He glanced up briefly to see who was coming onto the bus, but trying to not make eye contact so as to reduce the chances of someone thinking he was somehow inviting them to sit next to him. That was however until he spotted a cute fox guy get on the bus.
He was about his age, and wearing a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, white sneakers, and as he stood sideways on to Tristan, the thing that had initially caught his eye was the soft bulge at the fox’s crotch, as the soft material of the sweatpants draped over the package inside. He looked up to the fox’s face and noted how cute he was, and as he turned, he spotted Tristan looking at him. 
Tristan immediately broke eye contact and turned to look out of the window, at what was in fact a brick wall. But at that moment in time, he was determined to put on the appearance it was the most interesting wall there was. 
He kept looking at the wall until he heard the pneumatic hiss of the doors closing and clunking shut, and the bus began to move away. Luckily no one had sat next to him.
He had a brief look around and spotted the fox boy had sat on one of the sideways facing seats on the opposite side of the bus to him. That meant, as the fox was turned to his right, Tristan could get a good look at those grey sweatpants, and the soft inviting bulge without being spotted perving. 
He could feel his pants getting tighter as he checked out the fox… he brought his hand in and carefully adjusted himself, but as he did the fox turned and caught him looking at him.
The fox looked first at Tristan, then down to where his gaze was, then back up to Tristan with a cheeky grin on his face.
Tristan blinked, blushing deeply and turned his head once more to the window... Where it would now remain until he knew his stop was coming up. He hoped in the 4 stops before, that the fox would have got up and off… but as he got up to make his way to the front, the fox was still sat there... 
What was even worse was that Tristan wasn’t the only person who had got up either, and there were 3 people in front of him so as he made his way down the aisle, he realised he was going to have to wait directly in front of the fox... 
He swallowed hard and tried to keep his eyes forward, his large fennec ears bent, pressed up against the ceiling of the bus, his left hand on the support rail and right hand by his side. 
He could feel the fox’s eyes on him… he was looking right at him... He briefly glanced to him and back again. ‘Yep. Definitely looking at me…’ he thought to himself
There were more people bunching up in the aisle behind him, and it was getting a bit cramped there... and then, the fox stood up right next to him. Tristan could feel the fox’s warm body pressed against his arm… but then he felt the fox take hold of his hand and place his palm right up against his crotch in those soft grey sweatpants.
Tristan blinked, going wide eyed, keeping his gaze straight forward, his pupils turning to pinpricks as he realised what he now had in his hand… 
He glanced about to check no one could see, and it would be impossible for anyone either side or behind to see what was happening below the level of bags and jackets. As the bus hit each and every pothole on the road, people bounced about a little and he could feel the fox’s member inside those pants bounce and move along with it. 
Tristan then felt the fox place his hand on the back of his own, pushing it firmer against his crotch… He couldn’t help himself now... Tristan gently squeezed, and started to explore... The fox wasn’t soft it seemed any more in fact he could feel the fox’s hard length pushed up against the fox’s stomach, and he was gently grasping and squeezing at the fox’s shaft. Then he felt something press against his own crotch… The fox had slipped his hand between him and the person in front of him and was checking out him! 
Tristan swallowed hard again, his pants tenting as much as they’d allow, his dick feeling uncomfortably cooped up inside, while the fox boy groped and teased while he returned the favour… As the fox grasped and groped his member, he could feel it squash and slide back a little in his underwear, every single tease seemed to be amplified by the very public situation he was in. Then even more so with his hand groping and squeezing back at the cute fox boy beside him with neither of them having spoken a single word… Two boys in mutual horniness checking each other out on public transport. 
It was then however, that the bus finally pulled up to the bus stop, and the doors hissed open. 
People began filing out from in front of him, and just as it was time for Tristan to step forward, the fox’s hand slipped from his crotch and he moved away from the fox – walking past the driver and stepping out into the fresh air, hoping no one would be looking at his crotch sporting an obvious tent.
The fox stepped out a couple of people behind him, and Tristan slowed and turned to look back at the fox who again was returning his gaze… but, he didn’t have to worry about attempting to walk back or talk – as the fox simply winked, stuck his tongue out at him, turned and padded off confidently down the street in the opposite direction that he was going.
Tristan blinked and turned back, walking down the street thinking about what had just happened on the bus. He’d never experienced anything like that before … ‘Shit.’ he thought ‘Cute fox… and wanted gropes…’ 
He arrived home and took his summer jacket off, dropping it on a wooden chair pulled up to a small table in his kitchen, and stood, still with a tent as he looked down at it. “No.” he said talking to his crotch... “Food first...”
He decided the best course of action would be a quick dinner. So, he made himself a tasty ham sandwich and then, still while eating, he made his way to his bedroom.
With his sandwich in one hand, he started to loosen his tie a little with the other, but abandoned it as it only seemed to get tighter... He then started unzipping his pants and trying to undo the catch at the top with little success. As he pushed the last bite of sandwich in his muzzle he now used both hands to undo his pants and let them slip down, standing in his shirt, a loosened blue tie and his dark blue briefs. He looked down at his boner, stretching his briefs as far as they’d go and peeking through between the two sides of the bottom of his shirt.
He flopped back on his bed and grabbed at his tenting underpants, squeezing and moaning as he did. He ran his hand back and forth gently with his length still hidden in his undies, imagining he was doing this to the fox he’d just been groping on the bus. Maybe he should have pushed his hand down those sweatpants… he had had time? 
He continued imagining that he pulled the fox’s dick free from the fox’s undies, as he pulled his own free from the restrictive briefs. A six-inch uncut length with its foreskin halfway pulled back over the head, twitching and throbbing as he held it firmly in his hand, rubbing a finger over the tip of the head. 
He closed his eyes as he started to move his hand back and forth, moaning out once more and starting to wonder what the fox’s scent would be like if he pushed his nose up against the tip of the fox’s dick... what it would taste like as he slowly pushed it into his muzzle … what the fox would sound like as he moved his head up and down while the fox grasped the back of his head… 
It took less than a minute with how horny Tristan was before he felt his dick throbbing and pulsing in his hand. He cried out loudly, gripping his dick even harder as it shot its seed up into the air, shooting over his shirt, tie, and spattering his face... 
He panted as the climax faded, his hand slowly slipping from his now softening dick, and licking over his muzzle to clean his sweet seed from his muzzle. He laid there, in his cum spattered shirt and tie for a few minutes before slowly sliding from his bed to finish stripping off.
He looked down at his spent 3-inch dick, that was now dripping seed onto the carpet… ‘The problems of being a grower and not a shower...’ he thought as he squeezed that last seed from the tip of his foreskin and lapped it up from his fingers.  
He loved everything about his dick. He loved his own taste, he loved his own scent… and one day he hoped he would find someone who would love it all the same, and he’d get to love someone else’s too! If he ever saw that fox again, he was going to be asking for his contact info! 
He put his spattered work clothes in the clothes hamper by his bed and then laid back on his bed once more, setting his alarm on his phone, and closing his eyes to take a nap until 10pm... The afternoon had certainly been eventful!
The alarm started beeping at exactly 10pm, and Tristan groggily opened his eyes and tapped the phone to stop it. He slid his legs out from bed and sat up rubbing his eyes sleepily. 
He looked around and picked up the pair of blue briefs he’d had on earlier and brought the crotch of them up to his nose, breathing into see if they were clean enough to wear tonight… He could smell his light scent on them, but someone would have to push their nose up against his crotch to catch it, so he decided they were clean enough to save some washing! 
He stood up pulling his briefs up, tucking his floppy softie into them.
Tristan walked to his closet and pulled out a pair of baggy black sports shorts and a blue T-shirt with a picture of a raven on the front and the text "It's Rave'n Time!" He slipped them on, fished out some glowsticks from his drawer, and pushed them into one of his pockets. Finally, he put on his white sneakers. After a quick trip to the bathroom and grabbing his phone and keys, he was ready. He set off onto the street to walk to the club.
Arriving about ten minutes before the rave started, Tristan joined the line and after a short wait, showing his ID and ticket, he entered the club just as the first tune began to play.
Without hesitation, he padded into the crowd, cracking his glowsticks and immersing himself in the music. The vibrant lights and pulsating beats filled the air as he danced with every fibre of his being.
The glowsticks in his hands traced arcs of light as he spun and swayed, losing himself in the electrifying atmosphere.
Then one of the calmer tunes came on, helping to pace the crowd, giving the partying creatures time to catch their breath and come back to the room a little from their euphoria. Tristan breathed heavily and began to head over to the side of the dance floor where one of the large fans were situated to help keep the revellers cool.
It was then – he saw the fox he’d seen earlier. Dressed in black baggy cargo pants with neon green trim, glowsticks attached to a pocket on both legs, and a white t-shirt which caught the UV lights as they flashed on and off. He made a beeline straight for the fox.
“Hey!!” he shouted over the music at the fox, tapping him on the shoulder 
“Oh shit! Hey dude! Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon!” the fox grinned winking back
“Yeah! You come here every week or?” Tristan asked
The fox shook his head “First time today! Only moved to the town last week!” he said before looking at the time on his watch “Fuck... its 2am ...” he complained before moving over closer to Tristan in the darkness, the crowds still surrounding them bouncing to the music. 
Tristan watched as the fox approached, and then slipped his hand straight down the front of his shorts and into his briefs, grasping his soft package inside and teasing at his foreskin. The fox continued squeezing his dick and then squeezing at his balls. His knees went weak, and threw an arm around the fox in front of him to help steady him.
The fox grinned, liking what he was feeling, as the Fennec’s soft dick rapidly began firming up in his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of the fennec’s foreskin just before it began being pulled back by its excited state and pulled his hand back from the teased boy’s shorts... 
"I have to get going. I got work tomorrow... uh, later today," the fox said. He brought his hand, which had been teasing and playing with the fennec’s package, up to his nose and breathed in the scent. Then, he wrapped that same hand around Tristan’s nose, so he knew exactly what the fox had just sampled.
Tristan blushed deeply, unseen in the dark, loud room as the lights flashed various colours across the two, hidden amongst the crowd.
The fox grabbed his phone from his pocket. "Here... I’ll send you my contact info, ‘kay?" he shouted above the music.
Tristan fumbled in his pocket to grab his phone and unlock it, accepting the fox’s contact card and sending his own, grinning back at him.
"I’ll send you something when I get back," the fox grinned, then leaned in, grabbing Tristan’s muzzle and pressing his own against it. The two made out right there on the dance floor, lost in the moment as the music pulsed around them. The bass thumped in their chests, and the flashing lights created an almost surreal atmosphere.
The feel of the fox's lips on his, the taste, and the heat of the kiss made his head spin in a way he’d not felt without the help of some ‘magic pills’ he’d once been given. His heart raced, matching the beat of the music, as he wrapped his arms around the fox, pulling him closer.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless and grinning. The fox gave Tristan one last cheeky grin, before slipping away into the crowd. Tristan watched him go, his heart still pounding, and a goofy smile plastered on his face. As he continued to dance, he felt lighter, the encounter adding an extra spark to his already amazing night.
Feeling like suddenly everything was perfect with the world, he allowed himself to once more slip back into the music, nothing else mattered – and he let the music move him, moving to every beat, every crescendo, every dip. 
As one of the tunes was ending, he felt a buzz in his pocket, and as he brought it up to unlock – he’d had a message from the fox, who with sharing his contact he now knew was called Danny. He opened it up to see a photo of the fox, holding his fully hard dick, the knot fully engorged just beyond his fluffy sheath, the length being definitely bigger than his, and cum dribbling from the tip and over his hand… 
Tristan blinked, suddenly back in the room from his journey through the music. He locked his phone screen quickly so that no one else would see, and pushed it back into his shorts, which had already started to sport a bulge… ‘I need to get to the washrooms.’ He thought to himself… he needed to jerk off right now.
Tristan made his way through the dancing crowd and out of the main club room, down a hallway and passing a couple of people and pushing into the men’s washroom.
As he walked in, someone else came indirectly behind him but he paid no mind, he was making his way to the stalls. He pushed open the door a little harder than he should have in the excitement of the moment, it colliding with the wall panel loudly. He stepped further in, closed the door and locked it behind him.
“Fuck...” Tristan said quietly to himself, turning to the toilet and pulling his phone out with one hand while pulling his shorts down with his other.
He loaded back up the photo of Danny’s dick once more and started to jerk himself quickly, his hand gliding up and down, with his foreskin sliding back and forth over the head as he focussed on every detail of the fox’s dick in the photo…
He paused briefly, thinking it would be great for him to return the favour, so he opened the camera, and holding his own hard length there in front, he took a photo and sent it back to Danny. 
He eagerly opened back up Danny’s dick pic and started jerking himself off once again. 
It was at that moment when he heard a voice from directly behind him “oh, that’s a nice dick right there.”
Tristan jumped, almost dropping his phone, spinning round and tripping over the toilet, falling back against the corner of the stall, his hands out to steady himself and spotting a raccoon in a dark hoodie and sweatpants in the stall with him, not knowing how on earth he’d got in there!
Twomasks grinned and looked at the fennec in front of him and glancing at his length bouncing and twitching still “And that one is too” he grinned
Tristan had no idea how to react… “Er… thanks… but … could I have a bit of private time?” he asked blushing profusely
“You look like you’re pent up.” Twomasks said moving forwards helping the fennec back onto his feet and turning him back round to face the toilet. “How about you keep your eyes on the photo, and pretend this guy is jerking you off huh?” he grinned to himself as he reached round, taking hold of the cute raver boy’s length gently and rubbing his finger over its tip.
Whether it was all of the horniness Tristan had got running through his body, or just tiredness, he decided that maybe, it wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, this raccoon was cute enough too… He let slip a quiet moan as he felt his length being teased by the cutie behind him, looking down and seeing his precious length being stroked and fondled, and then back forwards at that cute fox’s dick on his screen… “Faster….” He said quietly
Twomasks grinned and moved his other hand round now and slipped a metal ring over the cute fennec boy’s eager dick, and then carefully pushed the tan-coloured soft pouch of orbs through. He then, still while jerking the boy off slowly, adjusted the ring so it sat tightly at the base of his package.
Tristan watched as the raccoon pulled his package through something which looked like an adjustable cock ring, but it felt pretty good to have his dick and balls tugged through, bunched up together… his attention however was mainly focussed on Danny’s dick pic, and as the raccoon worked his hand over his dick, the other hand teasing at his balls, he could feel his climax rising quickly..
Twomasks kept gently teasing and jerking the cute fennec raver’s length, catching the boy’s scent now and again – a sweet musk, which Tristan kept catching also... Imagining maybe the fox’s scent was similar to his.
Tristan started to let out another moan. 
The person in the cubicle next to his let out a laugh before heading to the wash basin, washing their hands briefly and leaving the bathroom empty for the privacy of the two in the single stall.
With the excitement of the night, and everything that had happened through the day, and now a cute raccoon boy jerking him off with a badass looking dick ring holding his whole package neatly, Tristan’s climax hit hard, forcing him to cry out loudly.
Twomasks smirked and as he felt the package throb and tense, pulsing as it began shooting the boy’s seed over the toilet in front of him. He then pressed a discrete button on the side of the ring. 
Tristan was too lost in the depths of his climax to spot the ring light up, red light now showing from the side which met his crotch… He could feel the ring tightening slightly more, but he didn’t pay any attention to it, instead he leant back against the raccoon behind him to steady himself as his climax finally faded, and he was left in the afterglow.
Meanwhile Twomasks held the raver boy and looked over his shoulder, looking down at the boy’s package, still twitching and bouncing, the boy’s seed dripping from its tip as the small ring like machine moved to its second phase. 
Tristan began to feel a tingling sensation suddenly begin to spread round his package where it was bunched up against the ring. “That’s feeling kinda funny...” The fennec said as he caught his breath.
Twomasks grinned “Yep, don’t worry, it’s just doing its job” he said with a snicker
Tristan now felt the sensation feel even stranger, with the tingling now not just around the outside of his package, but the tingling seemed to spread deeper... 
Twomasks still had the boy’s dick in his hand, and continued to tease it, sliding its foreskin back over the head a little before letting it slide back again. 
Tristan squeaked slightly, sensitive from his climax still, but liked the teasing … “Making it more sensitive right?” 
Twomasks shook his head. “No, it’s removing this cute package of yours here.” He smirked, rubbing his thumb over the cum slick tip
Tristan moaned at the feeling only for it to register what the raccoon had just said “Wait... What??”
Twomasks now let go of the fennec’s length and turned him round to face him “Your dick and balls are mine now.” 
Tristan looked down at the ring, and there were strange tingling sensations running through his dick and now his balls. “No…. they’re mine? I didn’t say you could have them?” 
Twomasks just smirked back “No, you don’t need to. I’m just taking them”
“No! Fuck! I ... I need them! I … I fucking need them!” Tristan cried out before moving his hands down to grasp the ring and try to pull it forward, attempting to pull his bits free of the ring. In doing so however he pressed the button on the side.
The ring beeped, and rather than letting the fennec pull it free, he suddenly felt something start closing in around his package… Something sharp, but no more pain than grazing an arm against a wall. “SHIT! WHAT DID I DO!?” Tristan shouted out, the grazing feeling working its way from the edges of his package moving towards the centre.
Twomasks moved his hand out to gently tease at the tip of the member as the ring started its cutting process. 
Tristan could feel the raccoon teasing the tip of his length, but the longer that went on, the less he could feel across his dick and balls!
He tried pulling the ring from him a little harder but all it seemed to do was emphasise how loose his package now felt to his body! “Fuck!! No! Don’t come off!!” 
He tried pushing the button again on the side of the ring, but this didn’t help at all. The ring bleeped once more and there was a quiet click... a short sharp pain shot through Tristan’s crotch, and the ring, along with his package suddenly pulled from his crotch leaving very little other than a round sore red patch with a small hole he would be able to pee from.  He held it up looking at it with his mouth open, and his eyes wide.
Twomasks grabbed the ring with the fennec’s package still attached to it and released the ring, the raver boy’s full package now hanging from the raccoon’s hand, still dripping its last seed from the tip
Twomasks smirked as the Fennec looked on, and now shoved the still hard length straight into the boy’s open mouth.
Tristan mmmfd but immediately closed his mouth around the dick just pushed into his muzzle. It was a surreal moment… his mouth filled with his precious tasty seed that he’d sampled so often... but the warm dick in his muzzle, he had never tasted before… His salty sweet musk .. his silk like foreskin … he sucked gently, realising this had been bouncing around in his undies all night as he’d danced to those tunes … and now was severed, and in his mouth.
Twomasks pulled the fennec boy’s dick from his muzzle just as it looked like he was starting to explore it more.
“m-my dick… please… put it back ... thank you for letting me suck it – but you can put it back, right? It’s special tech yeah? It’s … it’s not dead? Its ok right? Please?” Tristan begged, hoping that somehow with the ring having removed his package without much pain it was some kind of special tech which could put it back for him.
“No. Its dead meat. And later, it will be my breakfast.” Twomasks said grinning and giving the fennec’s precious dick a lick up along its underside, and sampling that last remaining cum that oozed from its tip…
Tristan still couldn’t get his head around what he was seeing... It was his dick, it looked so familiar, but it wasn’t where it should be… someone else was holding it – his balls hanging below it … He fell back, sitting on the toilet he’d covered in seed minutes earlier.
“Funny huh? The dick you got jerked off about will be the only thing that can get you to climax now!” Twomasks smirked, pushing the boy’s severed package into a bag he’d had over his back and unlocking the door “Don’t forget to flush and wash your hands” he snickered and left the stall.
Tristan was in a daze for a moment... staring at the stall door being ajar... He burst out of the stall to try chase the raccoon, but he was gone... not a trace of him to be seen.
He looked down at his nullified crotch… his briefs and shorts on the floor in the stall… He opened his phone and walked back into the stall, first seeing Danny’s dick pic, but then scrolling to the photo he’d taken of his precious dick just minutes ago… the last few minutes it was his …
He reached down to pick his briefs up and brought the crotch to his nose, breathing in the scent of the dick that was no longer his and looking at the picture … then reality began to set in… His precious dick and balls that he’d played with countless times, that he had spent whole evenings edging, shooting his tasty seed… were nothing more now than dead meat, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The music in the club now went quiet and people began leaving. It was time to head home knowing that somewhere soon there would a raccoon sucking on his dick, playing with his balls…  only for the raccoon to eat his precious bits for breakfast.
And then his phone buzzed…
Danny: Oh shit. I’m looking forward to tasting that 😉