Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Spiking a drink (putting a sedative/drug into an unsuspecting person’s drink), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

The low hum of the engine filled the cab of Dylan’s truck, a sound that had become part of his life each day. The road stretched out in front of him disappearing into horizon. Either side a wintery scene of fields and skeletal trees, coated with a light dusting of snow.
Dylan was a 30 year old wolf. He’d always been interested in trucks and other big machines as a kid, so learning to drive and taking up the job as a truck driver was a bit of a dream come true for him. Sat in the cab he wore comfy jeans, and a warm flannel shirt, which was just the way he liked to dress. He could never do an office job, dressing in smart clothes... they weren’t comfortable, and you had the same view day in day out. 
Dylan kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the armrest. He didn’t mind the quiet, it was part of the job, but there was always the radio to help bring himself a little company on long journeys. The route so far had been pretty quiet in regard to traffic too, which he considered himself lucky for as he’d rather have a road which was empty on these cold winter days than one full of cars skidding all over the place.
Outside the trees all blurred into one, their branches reaching up into the dull grey sky. Dylan liked driving in weather liked this. No sun to blind him, no reflection off the road. Just the steady hum of his freightliner and the occasional squeak of the windscreen wipers as they wiped away the drizzle. 
Then, without warning, the CB radio crackled into life, breaking the silence.
“Wolfman, you awake out there?” came a voice. It was Mac, one of the drivers Dylan ran into on the same routes every now and then 
Dylan grabbed the mic. “Yeah, I’m here. Wha’s going on?” 
“Just passed a wreck a ways back. Looked nasty – some idiot in a car didn’t know how to share the road. Tailbacks starting. Watch your six, yeah?” 
“Copy that.” Dylan replied, keeping it short. He wasn’t much for conversation, even over the radio. He hung the mic back on its hook and knew where abouts Mac would have been… highway 39… about 8 miles ahead. Tailbacks? Wonderful. And with at least another 100 miles until he could stop at the truck stop he’d planned into his route as the stop over point.
As the miles rolled by, and knowing the tailbacks would be fun, he was not looking forward to being stuck in gridlock traffic…
BANG!
The sharp deafening sound of a tyre exploding snapped Dylan out of his thoughts. The steering wheel jerked violently in his hands as the truck swerved to the side. Instinct kicked in, his hands tightening round the wheel, fighting to keep the rig steady as the trailer behind him threatened to pull the whole thing off balance. 
“Damn it!” he muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes darting to the side mirror. Smoke and chunks of shredded rubber flew up behind him. the remnants of a blown tyre scattering across the tarmac. His heart pounded in his chest, but his hands stayed steady. He eased off the accelerator and carefully guided the truck towards the shoulder. 
The truck groaned and wobbled as it slowed, but Dylan managed to get it to stop. He set the parking brake and killed the engine, the sudden silence feeling a little unsettling after the chaos of the last minute or so. He paused for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. “Could have been worse.” he said to himself quietly. 
He unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbing his jacket and gloves, he climbed down from the cab – his boots crunching on the gravel shoulder. The cold air hit him, but he ignored it as he walked round to inspect the damage. 
The rear driver-side tyre was completely shredded, the steel rim scratched and dented form scraping on the road. Dylan sighed heavily in irritation. He’d dealt with blowouts before, but they were always a pain. 
The question was, would it be quicker for a truck to come out to fix it up for him, or do it himself… He checked his phone for signal, and one single bar. That figured. 
Thankfully as he retrieved the tools, a passerby in a pickup truck had pulled up – and between them, they managed to get the spare hooked up and bolted in place. 
It had taken an hour and a half, and the sun was on its way down – but he was back on the road once again. 
‘It sure is cold outside’ he thought to himself, adjusting himself in his pants, noticing his pants had done little to keep his dick warm, it was feeling fairly chilly in there. He cranked up the heating in the cab and pushed one of his hands down into his pants to grasp at his dick. Sure enough – his foreskin had got pretty cold while out there changing that wheel... he let the tip slip between a couple of fingers as it warmed up in his hand. 
It wasn’t long before he’d taken the turn off onto Highway 39. It looked like the traffic had cleared – but the road was notorious for morons who thought they were god’s gift to car driving. He kept both hands on the wheel and double checked his mirrors twice as often as usual, keeping an eye out for idiots. At least it was straight now until he got to the truck stop he was spending the night tonight.
Around fifty or so miles down the road, he had settled into the rhythm of the drive. The evening sky was heavy with grey clouds and the occasional drizzle dotted the windscreen. Traffic had picked up a little but not by much. Cars passed him on either side, some zipping past in the right lane like they were late for something important. Dylan had seen it all before – the impatient drivers weaving between lanes, and the tailgaters who didn’t seem to understand how physics worked. 
Then, it happened. 
A sleek red car darted out from behind a semi in the right lane and cut sharply in front of him. Dylan hardly had time to register it before the car’s brake lights flared on like a red warning siren. The driver was slamming his brakes hard obviously having been too consumed in overtaking to realise his exit was right here.
“Fuck sake!” Dylan growled, his eyes widening as adrenaline surged through him. He slammed his foot on the brakes. The freightliner groaned in protest, the trailer skidding slightly as the weight behind it pushed against the slowing cab. Dylan gritted his teeth, his ears pinned flat to his head as the seatbelt dug into his chest. 
The sound of screeching tyres filled the air, mixing with the low growl of the engine. He felt the truck start to tip, just a little as he fought to keep control. The red car swerved off the road at the last second, shooting out in front of another car which hadn’t expected anyone to be turning off so late over the crosshatchings! 
Dylan’s truck slowed, the momentum easing as he brought the rig to a hard stop on the hard shoulder. 
For a moment, he sat there, his heart pounding in his chest. The cab was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the faint ticking of the cooling engine. Off on the roundabout below the red car could be seen darting from an exit as if it hadn’t almost caused a multi-vehicle wreck. 
Dylan slammed a hand on the dashboard “Fucking … IDIOTS!” he shouted angrily. He leaned back in his seat letting out a long sigh. 
The CB radio crackled into life “Wolfman, you there?” It was Mac.
Dylan grabbed the mic, his voice gruff but steady “Yeah, I’m here.” 
“Just had a guy in a red car driving like an absolute lunatic. Thought I’d check in” 
Dylan huffed “He almost made me a headline.”   
“Figures. 39’s got a way of bringing out the worst in people. You good?” 
“I’m good.” Dylan replied “Just taking a minute.”
“Keep your head on wolfman, calm thoughts and you’ll be fine.” 
Dylan signed off and leaned back, staring out at the horizon. The road stretched on likely as unpredictable as ever, but he wasn’t going to let some reckless driver rattle him. He started the engine and eased back onto the highway, his eyes scanning the road for the next challenge.
Thankfully, the day’s final miles ticked down without any further incident and the neon glow of the truck stop sign sent long streaks of colour across the wet road. Dylan eased the freightliner off the road, taking the exit and into the car park, pulling into a designated truck area. He’d found a spot further away from the other rigs in the carpark, he preferred it like that as it tended to be quieter. He pulled the truck into place, the air brakes hissing as he parked. Turning the engine off, he let the silence settle for a moment before stepping out into the cold. 
The path glistened with rain, reflecting the garish lights of the fluorescent signs advertising fuel, food and showers. Dylan tugged his jacket tighter around himself as he made his way inside. 
It wasn’t a dedicated truck stop, so the station wasn’t kitted up entirely for truckers. The large area seemed more like a food court in a mall with drivers of cars making up the majority of the clientele. 
He got himself a burger and fries with a lemonade, eating while checking his phone. He was on a dating app. The problem with driving so much, you tended to be away a lot – and it hadn’t done him too many favours in helping him find a partner. Just recently however – he’d been chatting to a cute Otter guy who was 30, same age as him and had been really kind and understanding about his job. Not only that, in the message he’d sent an hour ago he’d trusted him enough to send over a dick pic...
Dylan jumped, instantly locking his phone and looking around him to make sure no one had seen, but he could feel himself getting harder in his pants… he carefully unlocked his phone and got the image off his screen, then typed back “Fuck sake Dale... now I’ve got a boner…”
He finished his food, still uncomfortably tight in the front of his pants, and got up, glancing over at the coffee shop… Why not, he thought. 
He walked over, sporting a particularly large tent and got himself a hot eggnog latte, something warm and spiced to keep him toasty on his way back to the truck. 
His tent display had caught the eye of a raccoon who had been getting a bite to eat himself while ‘window shopping’. He’d spotted the wolf walking over to the coffee shop, so, having finished his sandwich, Twomasks stood up and walked over to get into the queue behind the wolf. 
“Hey” Twomasks said spotting the jacket the wolf was wearing “You a drive a truck, right?” 
Dylan turned round “Oh… yeah.” He said, still not the one for conversation 
“Stopping here the night?” Twomasks asked 
Dylan nodded, before ordering his eggnog latte. “Yeah, just getting this before getting back to the rig.” 
Twomasks ordered his own eggnog latte before nodding to the wolf, looking interested “I’ve always liked the idea of being out on the open road”
The two walked to the other end of the counter and waited for their drinks. The barista seemed to be taking a fair amount of time, and Dylan started to scan his phone again. 
Twomasks kept his eyes on the wolf, and an ear on the counter. As soon as the wolf’s coffee came, he grabbed it, and slipped a little something into it… walking it over and handing it to the distracted wolf “Hey, your coffee’s ready” 
“Oh! Thanks” he said feeling a little daft for not noticing.
“No probs!” Twomasks said, heading back to get his own with a sly grin on his face. 
Dylan set off out of the station, heading back to his truck. What he hadn’t noticed was a figure keeping his distance, just keeping an eye on the wolf sipping at his warm spiced coffee as he wandered back. 
On seeing the wolf climb into the truck cab, he leant back against the wall on the outside of the building and sipped his own coffee. It wouldn’t take long for the sedative to take affect… he grinned to himself.
Dylan closed the cab door behind him, climbing into the area behind the seats where his bunk was, he put his coffee on a shelf and finally put his feet up, taking another sip of his coffee… He was used to incidents happening now and then, but twice in one day... that was a new one for him. 
He pulled his phone out and looked at the image Dale had sent him again… The otter had obviously taken the photo at work, his neon orange high vis pants unzipped, his white boxers pulled down under his balls and his hand gently holding his semi hard dick…
Dylan started to wonder what it’d taste like, what kind of scent he’d have… If he was at work – he was going to have a nice late afternoon work scent.
He looked down at the crotch of his own pants, tenting once again… time, he thought – for some stress relief. He pulled the curtains closed around the cab’s windows and windscreen, then now in his own cosy privacy place he groped at himself through his pants, taking another drink of his coffee. It had started to cool a little now, so he chugged the rest back, finding a sweet syrup at the bottom where the barista hadn’t stirred it quite as well as it should have been… but a little sugar never hurt anyone he thought. 
He started undoing his pants, unbuttoning them and then grabbing the zipper, slowly sliding it down, the white fabric of his boxers slipping into view as he broke into a long deep yawn. 
Next, he slipped his pants down a little and squeezed at the tent in his boxers, teasing himself through the last layer of clothing, and then slipped those down allowing his length to finally bounce free.
He was seven inches fully hard, which was why it was so uncomfortable having a boner in his jeans… his uncut length was fairly long, but with an interesting taper as it came to the base – his length slightly girthier further up, allowing his dick to flop about a little more than most when they were hard.
Wrapping his hand around his dick he gently started to tease himself, yawning again… what a day… He thought, closing his eyes as he laid there, gently moving his hand up and down is precious stress reliever... This was always a welcome part of the job, where he could finish the drive, get cosy – get his favourite toy out to play and just enjoy the sensations of his precious dick… And today – he had a pic of the guy he’s been chatting to for a month or so on his phone – set resting on a shelf so he could glance at it through his tired eyes. 
He was surprised at just how tired he really was though... he figured the day must have really taken it out of him… and as he laid there his hand started to move slower over his dick, and slower… until eventually – he slipped into a deep sleep, the sedative Twomasks had given him doing its job perfectly. His hand still limply grasping his needy length.  

Twomasks checked his phone. It had been twenty minutes since the wolf had started drinking his coffee. He decided to play it safe, walking over casually to Dylan’s truck and knocking on the door, waiting to see if he opened up to see who was there… But there was nothing… though he could hear a faint snoring coming from inside… He grinned as he reached for the cab door handle, pulling, and it popping open.
He again paused, just to make sure the wolf didn’t stir… but the light snoring continued – and he climbed up into the cab and closed the door behind him. It was cosy and warm inside, and as he peered round the seat, he found the wolf – not only asleep, but which his pants down and his hand softly draped holding his now semi hard dick. 
He grinned, thinking of how considerate the wolf had been, getting his gift out all ready for him. He squeezed through the gap between the seats, and perched, grasping the wolf’s hand and pulling it from his dick. “No touching that now. Its mine.” Twomasks said smirking 
He reached for it himself, sliding his hand softly up and down it, feeling the velvet soft skin on the shaft, warm and supple, watching the wolf’s foreskin roll backwards and forward over the head. 
Dylan let out a quiet moan in his sleep, the sedative obviously not stopping the wolf from feeling pleasurable sensations coming from his precious length. 
Twomasks moved forwards just a little, treating himself to having a taste of his prize before he removes it, sliding his muzzle down over the head, engulfing the wolf’s foreskin along with it. His muzz was filled with the sweet salty musk of the trucker wolf… there’s something about a guy’s musk that’s just that little more sweeter when he’s been sat down all day, his dick squashed up in his pants for all that time… cooped up patiently waiting to be released and played with ... And yet here it was, in his mouth and minutes from turning from the most private body part of this cute wolf guy to a frotting toy for his own enjoyment.
He suckled and swirled his tongue round the tip of the wolf’s silky foreskin, feeling the wolf’s body twitch, the length spasming a little as if trying to shoot its seed a little earlier than it was able to… Twomasks slipped his tongue inside the warm protective shroud of skin covering the warm plump head inside, letting his tongue slide around inside, exploring every last little bit of that sensitive head hidden away from view. 
Dylan let out more pleasured moans…
Twomasks pulled back, letting his tongue slip from the tip of the wolf’s member. It twitched in protest, as if demanding more attention having being teased so much... He pulled out his double bander and pushed it down the wolf’s length, all the way to its base, snapping the little green rubber donuts free. 
They bit deep into the sleeping wolf’s dick flesh, crushing and doing their job perfectly. 
Twomasks now pulled out his heat knife, clicking it on and getting it to heat up. 
As it did – he moved his other hand down, gently teasing that doomed wolf penis, still twitching and trying desperately to find a way to cum while the wolf slept under the influence of the sedative. 
He slid his hand down the length, rolling the foreskin back the whole way, exposing the trucker’s plump head entirely. It was already a deeper shade of pink, throbbing and twitching to his touch.. a small bead of pre escaping from its tip –having been previously trapped in the shaft as he’d banded it. He let his thumb gently work that pre into the area just under the head, over the frenulum feeling that eager dick twitch and pulse more… he knew when a dick was getting close…. 
He let go, pulling the foreskin back over the head and moved the knife down between the bands… 
The almost white-hot blade hissed as it touched the bunched up skin between the two green bands, slicing and cauterising as it cut… The magic with the heated blade was that no matter how thick a cock was, the blade would cut through the precious flesh as if it was cutting through butter… the knife doing almost all the work. A guy’s dick and balls are his most precious body parts, essential for any kind of fun or biologically; reproduction, but these important organs simply surrendered at the heat and cutting ability of his knife – the wolf’s dick starting to come loose in his hand with the blade already halfway through. 
He could feel the wolf tensing up… he knew what was about to happen... and as he sliced deeper still, he felt him tense up more, letting out a quiet gasp and moan of pleasure... his hips bucked just slightly, and he came hard…
The wolf’s precious dick, hanging mostly from his body, all but the urethra to sever shot its first glob from the foreskin covered tip, its force being restricted by the bands – but the power the wolf was shooting was enough to force some of it past.
A fraction of a second later – the blade sliced through the last of the wolf’s dick. The wolf’s cum came up briefly against the searing blade, evaporating into a steam before finally oozing the last of the seed that had been lucky enough to make it past the constriction – from his dickless stump. 
Twomasks brought the wolf’s severed dick, the head dripping the cum that had managed to force its way through. He moved it to his mouth and sucked the end clean. The last of the wolf’s cum to ever drip from his dick – being lapped from its tip. 
He grinned and retreated back into the front now with his prize, looking it over and teasing the foreskin a little more “You had a nice seven inches here wolfy, this will do nicely thank you!” 
He packed his things back away and brought the wolf’s hand back up to his crotch where he’d found it… though now holding nothing. Twomasks snickered and slipped out of the cab, leaving the wolf to spend his first cosy night with his dickless crotch. He’d be having a bit of a surprise tomorrow morning!