Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the balls) 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...

Sometimes, when out and about, it’s always worth keeping an eye out for opportunities…
After heading out on a stroll through the open-air theatre, Twomasks headed out past the miniature railway station, looking at the train carriages and engines – lined up waiting to take their next passengers. 
It was as he walked a little further, and his gaze moved ahead of him again he noticed a cute looking 18-year-old fox old boy dressed in a shiny looking tracksuit sitting on a wall. Blue jogging bottoms with stripes down the legs, and a hoodie which was red across the arms and chest and blue round the stomach.
The fox wasn’t doing anything in particular, just sat relaxing on a low wall with a garden behind him, and looking up the path at people heading that way from the miniature railway.
As Twomasks approached he clicked his fingers in a reasonably subtle manner – just enough to get the fox’s attention and as he gained it – he held up a green crystal. It was one of Twomasks’ many artefacts that he’d collected through the years – and this one was as simple as giving it a slight tap when someone was gazing in its direction and then they’d fall under its hypnotic trance.. the boy’s eyes half closed as he slipped under its power.
Twomasks walked up and bent down a little to talk ‘you are mine now. You will follow me, staying a little way behind me.’ He said, the boy then nodding slowly 
Twomasks then walked on, heading to his car in the car park.
The boy got up slowly and followed, half under the trance still - then as he approached the car, Twomasks gestured, and the fox got into Twomasks’ car, sitting in the passenger seat and putting his seatbelt on as good foxes would.
Twomasks grinned and drove out of the car park and back to where he was staying; a park with cabins on the edge of a calm lake. 
Before they got out of the car, Twomasks undid his seatbelt and looked over at the boy’s inviting bulge... He moved his hand over to the silent entranced fox boy’s crotch and gently squeezed at the soft warmth. 
‘Tell me you are mine.’ Twomasks said 
‘I .. am yours.’ The fox boy replied
‘Tell me your dick is mine’. 
‘My dick is yours…’ the fox boy replied again
Twomasks moved his nose down and pushed it into the fox boy’s bulge, breathing in the sweet fox scent and loving the feint traces of whenever the fox had last jerked off…
‘Ok. Let’s go inside.’ Twomasks said sitting back up and then getting from the car; heading into the cabin.
As before, the fox boy slowly followed him, his eyes still half closed.
Once inside, Twomasks let the fox boy in, then shut the door ‘ok just stand there while I inspect you.’ Twomasks said walking over slowly to behind the entranced fox boy.
He moved up close behind and reached around, gently rubbing a hand down the stomach of his hoodie and down to his crotch - the warm soft bulge of his dick inside his pants presenting itself the same as it would have been for if the fox boy had groped himself…
Twomasks gently squeezed and teased at the dick inside, feeling it squish between his finger and thumb, spotting just through touch that the fox boy was uncut with the way it squidged in his grip. 
He moved round to the fox boy’s front and got down to his knees, moving down and looking up at the fox boy from under his soft pants bulge, up his tummy to his dazed and entranced face … he reached up to the fox’s crotch and gently pressed his finger into the warm bulge, watching no reaction coming from the fox boy… Twomasks grinned… the fox truly was all his. 
Twomasks moved up a little and pushed his nose gently into that soft warm bulge, breathing in the scent the fox boy would have caught so many times during his own private moments... Now all his to sample and take.
Twomasks slipped his fingers into the fox boy’s waistband and slowly slid them down - revealing the his blue briefs - holding his precious bits snugly.
Once again Twomasks pushed his nose into the bulge - breathing in that sweet scent … There wasn’t any need to rush … just take his time, and enjoy every sensory stimulation. 
It was time to see what this soft fox dick looked like… 
He slowly slipped the briefs down - the waistband first exposing the base of the soft dick - then sliding down the shaft a little before showing the ridge of the head hidden beneath his foreskin and then finally bouncing just a little as the floppy tip of the fox boy’s foreskin was revealed.
It was average size for a soft uncut dick - just how Twomasks liked them. 
He gently took hold of the fox’s dick - and noses at the tip of his foreskin, breathing in his scent deeply …. 
‘Tell me who owns your dick.’ Twomasks instructed
‘You own my dick.’ The fox boy replied
‘You don’t want your dick anymore, do you?’ Twomasks said 
The fox boy shook his head ‘no. I don’t want my dick anymore’
‘Tell me to cut your dick off’ Twomasks said
The fox boy nodded slightly ‘please cut my dick off.’ 
Twomasks grinned as he was given ownership and permission to cut this perfect dick from the fox boy it was currently attached to…. He gently teased at it, rolling the foreskin back and forth a little, watching it twitch slightly as he does 
‘Tell me when you last played with your dick’ Twomasks asked as he watched the fox boy’s foreskin roll back and forth
‘This morning …’ the fox boy replied

‘Did it feel good?’ Twomasks asked
The fox boy nodded 
‘Show me how you play with yourself.’ Twomasks then said, letting go of the fox boy’s dick
The fox boy reached down to his dick, gently teasing the foreskin between his finger and thumb, grasping the base of his dick gently as he took his whole semi into his hand and squeezed at it, feeling his dick squash in his hand, retreating back into its foreskin a little as he does, only to start growing in firmness, pushing its way back as the fox boy starts to move his hand back and forth a little.
Twomasks watches the fox boy play with his dick, seeing how he was an expert at how to tease his precious sensitive length in just the right ways to bring pleasure as quick as possible… 
‘That’s right,’ Twomasks said ‘get your dick hard for me so I can cut it off’ 
The fox boy nodded again, starting to jerk himself off a little quicker, his dick quickly hardening fully now…
Twomasks grinned ‘ok. Let it go. It’s all mine now’
The fox boy obediently let go of his dick, it bounced slightly to his heartbeat, the foreskin pulled back just a little and now fully hard, the tip of the head just visible 
Twomasks nosed up its length from its base to tip once more - simply because he could, feeling the heat against his nose, the scent as it had always been - closely inspecting every vein and contour of the precious sensitive fox’s dick.
He pulled out his double bander and slipped it over the eager length, pushing it down to the base and snapping them off.
The bands bit deeply, and the fox boy flinched feeling the bands bite - but he didn’t move or snap out of the trance Twomasks had put him under. 
Next, Twomasks got out a razor-sharp pair of scissors and looked back up at the fox boy ‘since you want your dick cutting off, I bet you’d like to cut it off yourself, wouldn’t you?’ He said with a smirk
The fox boy nodded.
‘Ok.’ Twomasks said opening the scissors and lining them up between the bands - closing them just enough to rest on the top and underneath of the bunched up shaft. ‘Reach and take hold of the scissors, and hold them steady for the moment’
The fox boy looked down at his dick, banded, hanging between the blades of the viciously sharp looking scissors and took hold of the scissors in his right hand, and his dick in his left, holding it out.
‘Good.’ Twomasks said ‘now - let’s check you are sure you want to do this. Tell me if you want to cut your dick off’
The fox boy nodded ‘I want to cut my dick off so bad! I want it gone.’ He said, gently teasing his foreskin as he held his dick perilously through the jaws of the scissors
Twomasks grinned ‘ok. Count from three and on zero, cut your dick off.’
The fox boy nodded, his eyes still half lidded, looking at his dick ‘three, two, one…’ and with that, he squeezed the jaws of the scissors shut. He could feel the shaft of his dick squashing between the blades, the very dick twitching in his left hand … only to feel the blades overcome the resistance of his dick, slicing in without mercy - the blades cutting through the flesh of his dick as he pushed the handles closer and closer … he couldn’t feel any pain, but felt how his dick twitched as the blades cut through the tissue holding it to him.
He couldn’t help himself but to keep teasing his tip, playing with it as if he wasn’t cutting it off with his other hand - feeling parts of his dick going numb as the scissors closed and sliced through his length…
And then - with a snip - the scissors closed in his hand, and his dick came free… 
Twomasks grinned ‘there. Easy wasn’t it! … now … you can still feel it can’t you! All the sensation from it!’ He said planting more seeds of thoughts into the fox boy’s already entranced mind
The fox boy nodded … suddenly imagining feeling from it once again, in his hypnotised state it was as if it was somehow remotely sending signals back as he moved his other hand up to brush his fingertips over the tip of his severed dick….
He was already on edge from jerking himself just moments ago..
He grasped the base of his severed dick with his left hand and with his right he started to jerk it off … feeling his foreskin rolling back and forth as if always had, and in his head - his entranced mind provided the imagined sensation … believing fully he could feel his severed dick still!
He moaned out loudly … it was as if his dick was still attached … he started to tense up .. feeling that pleasure building as he jerked off his severed meat …
On the brink of climax, he was sure his dick was throbbing in his hand… pulsing … and suddenly his climax hit, a rope of seed escaping the banded stump of his dick, spattering  across the floor 
Twomasks smirked as the fox boy came, not from the dick he was jerking off - but from his stump. He reached out and took the now well abused severed dick from the fox boy, setting it down on a countertop. ‘Well done. Now, since you have no dick, there’s no point in having those spare parts hanging down there is there.’ He said reaching out and cupping the fluffy pouch of balls hanging between his legs, feeling their weight
The fox boy shook his head.
‘Tell me what you want to do with your balls, so you can be a good fox boy.’ Twomasks said patronisingly 
‘I want to cut them off. Give them you. You own them and should have them.’ The fox boy said, his voice soft and eyes still half closed
‘Good. You won’t feel any pain when cutting them off either, as fox boys don’t realise it doesn’t hurt to cut them off. It’s as if foxes were always meant to have their dick and balls cut from them!’ Twomasks snickered and offered the fox boy the scissors that had only minutes ago been used to cut off the fox’s dick.
The fox reached out, taking the scissors.
‘Ask permission to cut your balls off.’ Twomasks said with a smirk
‘May I cut my balls off, so I can give them you?’ The fox boy asked
Twomasks nodded, still smirking ‘yes. Do it.’ He said, knowing he hadn’t banded them, but was going to see how the fox boy did anyway.
The fox boy nodded, reaching down with his left hand and grasping his balls in his palm, looping his finger and thumb around the top of the sack and then bringing those vicious blades down, sliding the top of his sack between them.
Once again, without any hesitation, the fox boy started to close the scissors. The blades squashed the soft velvet covered sack before starting to nip... the blades sinking in, slicing through the protective pouch.
As the blades cut, the fox boy didn’t jolt, or show any sign of pain - in his mind, the pain was disabled - and all he could feel was a little pressure and tugging. 
The blades cut deeper - severing one cord, followed quickly by the other - the sound of the blades sniping through his remaining most precious flesh with the sound of what could be like hair being cut. 
For the second time, the blades snipped shut as they sliced through the last remaining scrap of flesh that once made him male, and the fox boy found himself holding the full weight of his balls in his hand… He held them out towards the raccoon.
Twomasks snickered and took the warm pouch of balls from the fox boy and set them down on the countertop next to the severed dick with a quiet thud as the balls impacted.
Twomasks looked at the fox boy’s handiwork, looking at the ragged cut. ‘Hm. That won’t do.’ He said before walking to a cupboard and pulling out a large bandaid. He took the backing off and stuck it up under the stump of the fox boy’s dick, neatening it up nicely. The fox boy’s crotch was now smooth, except for the small stump. ‘There.’
Twomasks now looked the fox boy from top to toe, deciding that he’d got everything he wanted from him. He reached down and pulled up the fox boy’s briefs, letting them sit where they should but the front of them completely empty. He moved his hand down to grope where once a warm soft bulge once was, and could feel nothing but the stump. 
He once more moved down and pushed his nose up into them, breathing the scent of the fox boy’s dick that had been in there all day until now - but no longer was even part of him…  Everything that was once kept there - he now owned, and was severed – cooling on the countertop in the room.
Finally, he pulled the fox boy’s sweatpants back up and stood back ‘there. Now, when I say leave - you will walk out and head out of the park.

When you have left, you will remember going somewhere secluded to cut your own dick and balls off, a lifelong dream now fulfilled. You will remember nothing other than you cutting them off and throwing them into the leaves on the ground. Do you understand?’
The fox boy nodded.
‘Good. Now leave.’ Twomasks said.
The fox boy turned, walked over to the door, opened it and headed out just as he’d been instructed, closing the door behind him and leaving the raccoon with his once so precious dick and balls.
Twomasks picked up the fox boy’s severed dick and rubbed the tip of his silky foreskin over his nose, breathing in that personal scent …. First play time… and then, the fox’s dick would be perfect for dinner – and with his friend Charn coming over for the evening, the stolen fox balls would make for an excellent snack for his guest… even if they were just a little drained from the fun earlier…