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 nonconsensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

Abydos, 2614BC.
The bustling streets of Abydos were alive with the sounds of traders and merchants all under the blazing heat of the midday sun. Menni was moving through the crowd, always keeping an eye out for a target, but mainly at the moment, he was looking for some money. 
The marketplace was a loud active place of colours and smells, with spices from the east and the smell of fresh baked bread. Menni scanned the stalls, eventually with his eyes falling on a richly dressed merchant haggling over a piece of jewellery. Menni grinned as he knew this guy was the perfect target being too engrossed with his bargaining to ever notice a quick fingered thief like him. 
Glancing round, he started to slip his way through the crowd, and coming up past the merchant, he swiftly unfastened his coin pouch. The weight of the coins was quite something, thinking this should keep things easy for a good few weeks for him and Twomasks, but he didn’t have time to think much else as a shout rang out from behind him as he tried to slip past a group of priests 
“Thief!! Stop him!” 
Menni blinked … “Nek!!” he swore, starting to sprint, weaving through the market stalls.
The guards which always seem to be conveniently anywhere Menni didn’t want them made chase, but Menni was putting distance between him and them. He ducked under tables, vaulted over baskets and sprinted into the narrow alleyways that twisted like a maze behind the marketplace.
He could hear the footsteps of the guards still after him, but Menni had been wandering these alleys for the last several days, and he knew the perfect place to lose his pursuers. 
Finally, he reached a hidden alcove behind a crumbling wall, and squeezed himself into the small space, trying to hold his breath. He heard the guards thunder past, their curses echoing off the walls and when he was sure he was out of danger, he exhaled and pulled himself from his hiding spot with a grin on his face “Not today!” 
Menni jingled the coin pouch in his hand and as he was wondering about where he could possibly head to lay low for a few hours his ears pricked up, overhearing voices coming from a nearby courtyard. 
Menni padded down the alleyway, moving close up to the wall which stood about six foot high. Though he wasn’t six feet tall, he managed to jump up, grab the top of the wall and pull himself up just enough to be able to peek over into the courtyard below. 
Set into the centre of the courtyard was a pool, its waters reflecting the blue sky and sparkles of sunlight which danced over the walls surrounding it. Around it were lotus flowers, and stone benches and other plants – like a little oasis which appeared to be attached to one of the many religious buildings that were liberally scattered across the whole of the sacred city. 
The two voices he could hear were coming from a crocodile and a lion, both wearing what seemed to be fine linen clothes that didn’t appear to have a single mark or scuff anywhere on them. But what Menni wasn’t expecting what he saw.
The crocodile, who looked around 30 years old was wearing a simple tunic with some green thread running around its edges. Around his waist he had a belt with a bronze buckle with a pouch hanging from it as well as a writing stylus. He was knelt down in front of the lion, with a large toothy grin on his face
The Lion who looked around 20, was also wearing a tunic but this was more of a red-brown ochre colour with sleeves which ended just before his elbows, and like the crocodile he wore a belt with a couple of pouches. He was stood in front of the crocodile, holding his tunic away from his front, the lion’s hard barbed dick jutting straight out at the crocodile’s toothy maw.
Menni blinked, they looked like scribes but surely this kind of stuff wasn’t something scribes did?! He kept his head down to avoid being spotted.
The crocodile took hold of the lion’s barbed length and rubbed the end of his toothed maw over its tip “Oh Sety, look how excited you are...” he said in a deep calming tone “You have done well to keep yourself for a week” he grinned “Keeping my property so needy”
The lion was blushing profusely as he watched the crocodile grasp and nudge his lionhood “I do try to do as you say, Sebekhotep...” 
The crocodile ran his scaley hand up and down the bright pink flesh, catching the warm rays of the sun, watching it twitch and the lion squirm slightly as he does “Since you have been such a good boy, how about you treat yourself later to a release.” 
The lion, still blushing replied “Really? Thank you Sebekhotep! You have no idea what a day I’ve had so far...” 
The crocodile teased the tip once more before letting go of the younger lion’s length and stood up “But only once. And then you will wait for a month.” He smirked “And you know what would happen if you break my rules.” 
The lion nodded, tugging his undergarment up, and tidying his tunic and obviously enjoying his subservient role “Yes…” 
The crocodile now sat down on one of the stone benches “In a month from now, I will deal with you myself, and I will be the one to give you release. But for now, you best head out.”
The lion nodded again “Same time next week...” he said before turning to head out of the courtyard and into the ornate looking building
“And do not be late next time!” The crocodile snapped after the lion.

Menni had no idea what he’d just seen… It almost looked like a noble would talk to his Hem... (Slave) but that lion was no Hem, he was far too well dressed. What he did know however, was he wanted that lion’s dick! He glanced around... He knew there was no easy route to the street that the lion was heading towards through the building via the alleyways, so he made the decision that the only way he was going to keep an eye on this cute lion, was to stay directly behind him, regardless as to if the crocodile saw him…
He pulled himself up and pulled his legs over the top of the wall before dropping down with a thud on the ground.
The Crocodile turned, giving Menni a displeased look. “You look a little scruffy to be in this place” 
Menni confidently strode past the crocodile scribe, who still perched on the stone bench “Sure, when I’m rich I’ll dress better!” 
“Find OTHER places to climb into next time or next time, you may end up as dinner!” the crocodile hissed back as Menni walked into the building.
Menni paused, sticking his head back out of the doorway “Oh? Maybe I WILL be back then with promises like that!” he winked.
The crocodile growled louder, but remained where he was while Menni’s cheeky face vanished again into the room beyond.
The room Menni now found himself in wasn’t especially large, but had desks and scrolls pushed in pigeonholes around the walls. He could see the exit out onto the street, but the lion must have left already. He ran to the door and poked his head out - and found himself looking at the shoulder of a soldier. 
‘Oh, give me a break.’ thought Menni to himself, but he did spot just past the soldier – the Lion starting to walk into the crowd. 
Menni simply walked straight out of the building, straight past the guard and simply said “Thanks!” as if he had always meant to be in the building.
The guard politely replied “No problem! …” before realising the person leaving didn’t look like any scribe he’d seen... nor even enter… he watched the black furred cat walking off but seeing no scrolls or anything that could have been taken from the building, he decided to simply let this slide…
Menni breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he continued, not hearing any shout to ask him back for questions. Now, it was all about him and this cute lion guy.
Sety navigated his way through the bustling street, eventually turning onto a much wider avenue. At the end of this street stood two towering pylons of gleaming white limestone, marking the entrance to the Temple of Osiris. High limestone walls enclosed the temple complex on either side, but the most impressive features were the stunning decorations. The entire façade was adorned with immense carved reliefs of Osiris. Flanking the entrance were colossal dark granite statues of Osiris, each holding a gleaming gold crook in one hand and a flail in the other.
Sety had worked at the temple for years and had grown accustomed to its splendour. However, for those seeing it for the first time, the temple's magnificence was awe-inspiring. The large pylons, adorned with strips of cloth gently blowing in the breeze, and even taller wooden poles with golden caps with what appeared to be thin flags, made the temple appear even taller and more majestic than it already was.
Sety walked into the entrance, which was not simply flanked by the statues, it was also flanked by guards. He gave a smile and a wave to the two canine soldiers as he walked by them and into the grounds of the temple complex.
Beyond the entrance was a wide-open courtyard, fairly busy with people, lined with rows of palm trees that swayed ever so slightly in the breeze, providing shade and a beautiful swathe of green to a warm dry place. The courtyard was paved with large stone slabs that had been worn smooth and almost shiny from the many pilgrims which came to pay their respects to Osiris. 
Sety walked through the courtyard, keeping left away from the groups of pilgrims, and approached a doorway built into one of the walls and headed inside, closing it behind him. 
The room was a modest size, filled with the smell of papyrus and ink... The walls were covered with shelves crammed with scrolls and tablets, each labelled with hieroglyphs. 
A large wooden desk dominated the room, its surface covered with rolls of papyrus, ink pots and brushes. Clay tablets and fragments of pots with practice inscriptions painted on them were piled up to one side.
Though the room had a number of small holes through the wall letting in quite a bit of light, there was an oil lamp also sat burning on the desk providing extra light for when he was doing his work. 
Sety padded over to the stool by the desk and sat down, looking at the scroll he’d ruined just an hour or so before. He’d had a pretty poor day all in all. He had overslept, he had eaten some two-day old bread for breakfast and then while inscribing a lengthy scroll which depicted Osiris’ journey to the afterlife, he had messed up some key hieroglyphs. Then after all that, he’d been late to meet up with Sebekhotep who he had pledged his service to a year back to live out a fantasy he had had. 
He started to blush once again, knowing he now has permission to have some relief, and boy did he need it after the day so far… He would never normally think about doing something like this in such a sacred place, but today would be an exception he was willing to make…
He pulled his tunic open and slipped his undergarment down, revealing his still hard barbed feline length then wrapped his hand round it with a happy sigh… ‘finally...’ he thought to himself as he started to move his hand up and down his sensitive member.
He was so pent up, and being teased earlier in the day by the crocodile, he could already feel his climax beginning to well up deep inside him... His length beginning to leak pre from its tip, quickly captured by his hand and rubbed over the shaft to help his hand glide even more effortlessly...
It was at that moment that the door suddenly opened, Menni inviting himself in without even knocking, and closing it behind him “Hey there!” he said before padding into the room
Sety froze, his eyes going wide, his dick still in his hand
Menni walked over to the desk before his expression changed from a cheery one to one of surprise “Oh, uhm… you’re busy huh!” 
Sety quickly let go of his length and covered his crotch up “Er... er... w-why didn’t you knock?! Who are you!?” he replied nervously
“Well!” Menni began “I figured you were a scribe in the sacred temple of Osiris, but given what I just saw, I’m guessing we aren’t in the sacred temple of Osiris, and you just reeeaally like the smell of papyrus?” he said, reaching down to a roll of papyrus on the desk and bringing it up to sniff at it. 
Sety blinked … “No, I am a scribe… This is the temple of Osiris... shit please don’t tell anyone what you just saw.” 
Menni grinned “Oooohhh? Well maybe I won’t. Maybe I will.” 
The lion got up from his stool and padded round “Please... please don’t tell anyone ... I could be executed for it!”
Still grinning, Menni said “Oh no! That’s terrible! No, that wouldn’t be very good at all.  Poor lion getting himself executed for playing with his naughty stick while in the sacred temple” 
The lion began to look a bit desperate “Please… just name what you want. I’ll give it you.” 
Menni laughed “OH anything? Ok I’ll have your dick.” 
The lion squirmed a little… “My dick? …” he blushed “I guess... you could play with my dick...” 
Menni shook his head “Nah, I want you to give me your dick. You can stay here, your dick comes with me.” 
The lion paused for a moment… “What?! Are you crazy?!”
“A little bit, yes! But I don’t think that really changes anything. If I step out of that door, find a guard, you go from scribe lion to dead lion in just a few hours. What good is your dick to you if you’re dead?” Menni replied
The lion shook his head “No, I wont give you my dick. I need it! You know I do, all guys need their dicks! … I have coin? I’ll give you everything I have here...” he said before moving round to his desk again and pulling out a box from under it and starting to pull out several pouches of coins. It was a suspiciously large amount for a scribe.
Menni watched the money coming out from the box, but there wasn’t a hope he could carry all of that off without being seen... “Wow, that’s a lot of coin... Okay okay... I won’t tell the guards you were rubbing your dick in here, if you give me some of that coin, and you give me your dick.” 
“No!” the lion replied quickly 
Menni turned to go to the door “Okay, was nice knowing you!” he said 
“WAIT!” The lion said running over and dropping to his knees “Please! Don’t tell them!” 
Menni growled now and looked down at the lion “Listen, I told you what would stop me telling the guards, and you have said no.” 
The lion paused, still showing no inclination to let Menni have his way. 
Growing bored of asking permission, Menni decided on a more direct approach. He reached down, grabbed the lion by the throat, and tried to lift him. 
It was then he realized something important: this was a lion, and he was just a regular cat. Lions were typically much more robust. This was as far as his thoughts went before he received a firm punch to his crotch. 
Doubling over in pain, Menni gasped for breath, realizing he’d not factored in the lion might fight back.  
The lion growled “I told you, I would give you anything but you can’t have my dick! Maybe you should rethink your approach, little cat?” Sety was now thinking the only way to deal with this was to incapacitate the cat and call the guards, hoping the guards having known him for a while would trust him, and not just some cat.
Menni, standing up a little now clutching his crotch, managed a weak grin “Maybe.” He replied, “But where’s the fun in that?” 
Ignoring the pain in his balls, Menni gritted his teeth and charged headlong at the lion with renewed determination. Sety simply sidestepped, grabbing Menni by the arm and using his own momentum against him, threw the cat over his desk.
Menni crashed into the wooden shelves behind, sending scrolls and inkpots flying. He lay there for a moment dazed and staring up at the ceiling before groaning and pushing himself back up. 
“Give up cat! Just take my coin! Think about it!” Sety said with another growl
Menni staggered round the desk with his hands behind his back “Where’s the fun in thinking?” he said before without warning, swinging from behind him as hard as he could, a wooden stool – which contacted with the lion right on the side of his head.
The impact was hard enough that the leg of the stool broke off in his hand, and the Lion, with the rest of the stool fell to the ground with a clatter.
Sety groaned, bringing his hand to his head, where he was lightly cut. 
Menni pulled his knife from his belt and jumped on top of the lion while he was unable to do anything to protect himself, pushing the knife up against the lion’s throat “So, about that dick of yours...” 
The lion let out a defeated whine “OKAY!!” he shouted groggily “Don’t kill me!!!” 
Menni finally moved down the lion and pulled the lion’s tunic out of the way where the cat’s member was still half poking from his sheath. He started to tease at the tip with his fingers, watching it twitch and start to grow once again...  “Wow you really are a horny lion…” 
The lion whimpered “Well, I haven’t cum for a week… ” 
Menni smirked as he took some cord out from one of the pouches on his belt and as the lion’s dick slipped its last inch from his sheath, he pulled the sheath back and tied the cord round it, pulling it tight, watching the cat’s sensitive meat get crushed by it. 
The lion cried out in pain, but Menni didn’t care. No one could hear – there were too many people in the courtyard outside to hear anything. He repeated with a second piece of cord and now started to gently tease the lion’s dick, running a finger up the underside and up to the tip, nudging it just a little, spreading a little pre which had escaped the tip as he’d pulled the cords tight
The lion groaned, the pleasure from the cat’s touch being something he wanted, but knowing he was moments away from losing even the very thing giving him the pleasure! 
Menni now held the lion’s barbed dick in his left hand, with the knife in his right, pushed up against the shaft between the tied cords. He moved his muzzle down now, starting to suck the tip of the doomed member. 
The lion let out a whimper... it felt so good... the warmth, and the feeling of the cat’s tongue lapping over the very tip, every barb on his length increasing the pleasure as it slipped in a little more 
Menni started to suck a little harder, feeling the lion’s dick twitch and throb… he knew this cute guy was getting close, and just as he felt the dick throb once more, the pent-up lion tensing up – he started to cut through the lion’s most prized body part, slowly and steadily. 
The obsidian blade was slicing through the very thing which had given the lion his pleasure all those times in his life, the very thing which had got the lion into the mess in the first place, and all the time the blade cut, Menni sucked and slurped, bobbing his head a little …
Sety was concentrating on the pleasure in his dick, feeling everything, then he began to tense up, his dick beginning to throb and pulse… and then searing pain! He cried out again! His claws scratching across the stone floor … feeling his dick being slowly removed from him! The doomed member however had already set his body into motion… he cried out louder, feeling his dick coming free with one final tug but the stump still pulsing … there was no pleasure, but the bloody stump shot stunted ropes of seed over his balls in one final ruined orgasm – a parting gift from what was once his dick, now just the cat’s payment for silence. 
Menni grinned watching the lion shoot his seed, but with none of the pleasure which would usually accompany it “aww... that was a waste now wasn’t it!” He grinned before giving the lion’s severed dick a lick from its base up to the tip as if it was some kind of lollipop. “Wasted your seed, and none of the relief.”
Menni walked over behind the desk to the mess he’d made after being thrown over it. As he reached down for one of the pouches of coin, he spotted a familiar looking silver token amongst the other coins from the box the lion had taken out from under the desk. He picked it up, looking at the scorpion design on it...
“Where did you get this?” He asked the lion, who was still groaning from across the room, holding his crotch
“… A mouse who spends time up on the top of the temple roof... gave it me as a deposit…” Sety said “Said he would give me more coin in exchange for the token back when he’d done…”
Menni padded back over to the Lion, putting the token in his pouch and securing the other pouch of coin to his belt “Thanks. Hey, and don’t worry that you didn’t cum proper… you can still cum. But as you’re only half a guy now, you will need to be fucked, just like a girl! I’ll take real good care of your boy bit though” he grinned
The lion had nothing to respond with and let out a quiet whimper.
Menni pushed the lion’s severed length into the pouch on his belt and tied it up before heading out, leaving the lion to come to the realisation his days of playing with his dick were over…
Menni scoured the courtyard for anything that looked like it may lead up... The temple was a large place, but Menni figured that the bandit would want to use the highest vantage point... and that was the large, towering structures either side of the entrance... He struggled to look up with the sun shining in his face, not really being able to see much of anything, but he started to hunt the temple grounds for a way up.
After a short while, Menni found himself padding up a set of stone stairs. At their very top was a wooden hatch that he carefully pushed open, peeking through to see if there was anyone up here.
Sure enough, over at the edge of the roof, was a mouse with white fur, pink tail dressed in a dark sleeveless tunic, and brown pants. He was laid on his stomach, looking out over the edge...
Menni checked around the roof top, spotting some rope attached to the flag poles and a few other things, then opened the hatch up and let it slam back against the roof, announcing his presence. 
The mouse turned to see a cat emerging out onto the roof “Hey… You lost?”  the mouse asked
Menni shook his head padding over “No, just came up looking for the view, it’s really something up here isn’t it!” he said, looking out over the city that sat amongst the desert
The mouse nodded and stood up. He was a little shorter than Menni, around 19 years old and had cute white furred ears with pink to their inside. “Don’t suppose you have any food in those pouches, do you? I’ve been up here a while, didn’t think about food” 
Menni grinned “Sure, I’ve got something in my pouch I plan on eating later… but… uh, you are a real cutie...” 
The mouse looked awkwardly off to the side, a blush spreading across his face... “heh, that means a lot actually, coming from a cat” 
Menni smirked realising this mouse may have a little bit of a weakness to ‘predators’ “oooh… yeah!” he said with a quiet playful growl “I think I just caught me a juicy mouse boy!” 
The mouse swallowed hard, he’d always had some kind of strange complex, being a mouse, of a predator dominating him, and this cat was playing that perfectly… “Oh, uh ... no Mr cat, please don’t eat me?” 
Menni grinned and moved his hand down to grab at the mouse boy’s crotch, grasping firmly “Oh I’m going to eat you alright” he said licking his lips “come this way mouse boy” he then said, tugging the mouse bandit by his crotch towards where he’d spotted the rope hanging to the floor from one of the tall flag poles
The mouse wasn’t sure what the cat had planned, but he’d already started getting hard in his pants where the cat was groping at him “please sir, don’t, I’m but a little mouse” he said playfully
Menni looked over the edge of the temple, spotting it was only a few feet down to the top of the wall, and helpfully there was a large pile of reeds that had been tidied up. Menni now knelt down in front of the mouse, pushing his nose up against the tent and catching the bandit’s scent. “Oh, this mouse I have caught sure smells good!”
The mouse buried his face in his hands, still blushing… he was completely unaware that the cat nosing at his crotch knew he was one of the Scorpion bandits.
Menni now untied the cord at the top of the mouse’s pants and pulled them down, letting the mouse’s fully hard 4-inch uncut length free. “Oh, that is adorable, but I mustn’t let the mouse get away now, must I?” he said standing back up and grabbing the mouse’s shoulders and moving him round so he was stood a foot from the edge of the roof.  He then pulled out one of the cords he had in his pouches on his belt and tied it round the base of the mouse’s dick and round the very top of his balls. 
The mouse watched down seeing the mouse tying a cord around his bits and couldn’t believe he’d found someone who would roleplay his kink with him… but the cat was tying that cord really tight... he thought as he winced, the cord biting into the sensitive rod between his legs. 
Menni now tied the cord around the end of the piece of rope hanging from the flagpole “There! Mouse boy can’t go anywhere now!” 
The mouse blushed still further, looking at how his dick and balls were now tied to the temple he’d been stationed on top of all day so far “Please Mr cat, don’t eat me, I’m so horny, I would make such a mess!” 
Menni smirked “Oh we definitely should do something about that huh” he grinned stepping forwards and pushing the mouse back a little, wrapping his hand around the warm sensitive mouse dick that was now tied off. He began teasing at it, squeezing the head a little each time he brought his hand forwards over it, the foreskin being tugged a little back and then forwards over the shiny pink head
The mouse moaned, his legs beginning to go a little weak from the cat’s hand on his sensitive member… he knew he was small but it his embarrassment made it all the more exciting!
Menni then spoke up “But I’ve heard this mouse boy has been a very bad boy. He’s been hanging around with the naughty boys hasn’t he.” 
The mouse nodded at first not realising what was being insinuated “Yes... I’m sorry for being so naughty, I’ll stay away from the naughty boys from now on if you don’t eat me…” 
Menni pushed the mouse back a little more – the mouse suddenly realising his heels were on the edge of the roof “Yes, those scorpions are very, very bad” 
The mouse blinked, suddenly snapping back to reality “Wait... what?” 
Menni smirked and gave the mouse boy another nudge, sending him leaning back, the mouse boy’s dick slipping from his hand as he started leaning back over the edge – the rope starting to grow taught, pulling on the mouse’s full package.
The mouse flailed his arms suddenly realising he was loosing his balance “WAIT! FUCK!!!” he leaned back, but almost in a relief his fall was halted as his dick and balls picked up the strain of his entire body weight – the cord at the base, tugging and crushing “Ow fuck!! Fuck!! Please don’t let me fall!” 
Menni grinned “oh dear, the mouse boy doesn’t want to fall! Its ok! Your little dicky is holding you! Don’t worry!” Menni laughed
The mouse was still blushing, seeing his junk being tugged painfully away from his body… the pain seemed to be increasing though, something didn’t feel right! He felt something give, and a searing sharp pain shot through his groin.. “Oh fuck!! Please!” he held his arms out “Please pull me back! I ... I think my dick is gonna come off!” 
Menni snickered “Nah. Don’t worry, dicks are pretty well attached.” He said, moving down to grab a heavy coil of spare rope, and throwing it at the mouse. 
The mouse looked with panicked eyes as the large heavy coil managed to land over his head, falling around his shoulders and settling. He yelped out! He could hardly move without extra pain in his groin, let alone raise his hands up to try to get the rope off him. 
Menni reached to his belt and pulled out his knife, thinking he could loosen that mouse package up a little. 
Feeling something else in his groin tearing, snapping the mouse squeaked out “PLEASE its gonna rip my dick off!” 
Menni shook his head “No it isn’t... Stop being dramat…” 
It was at this point the mouse boy squeaked even louder, feeling his dick tearing, the root of his dick pulling free and suddenly dropping the 6 feet down into the large pile of soft reeds. 
Menni blinked in surprise as he watched the rope swing back to the temple roof, the mouse boy’s full package still tied to the end of it. ‘Wow… they didn’t stick his dick on very well when they made him…’ he thought to himself
He looked down over the edge at the mouse boy rolling around in pain in the pile of reeds “Hey, my bad! You were right, it did come off!” he called down “You should have stayed away from the scorpions! They’ve all got this coming for them!” 
Menni reached down and cut the cord holding the mouse’s severed package to the flagpole rope, and brought the tip of the dick up to his nose... with the root still attached it was much bigger than it had been though... he breathed in that sweet scent from the tip of the mouse boy’s former dick… 
He wondered, how boys had such sweet scents when they were in gangs which did such evil things…
He gave the length a lick, tasting the mouse’s salty flavour and grinned… he’d got a couple of toys to play with this evening… and a choice of which he may want to save, and which he’d want to eat… 
He pushed the mouse meat into his pouch along with the lion boy’s he’d taken earlier and made his way off the roof top, leaving the mouse to come to terms with the fact that he was going to have to live the rest of his life without his favourite body parts.