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

The sun was setting over the construction site of the great pyramid of Giza. The brilliant white stonework around its base contrasting against the sands of the desert. The half built pyramid sticking out almost grotesquely into the sky with its jagged edges and unfinished terraces.
The gentle sound of water lapping against a small boat’s hull as it slipped quietly down the Nile could be heard as Menni stood holding a long oar, looking at the unfinished tomb from his river-based view, wondering how it would eventually look.
He had been sent up to Giza to see if he could keep out of trouble and handle things on his own for a change. He’d managed it before, he thought ... there was just those two times he’d been caught and almost killed… But he continued on, using his oar to push and guide his way down past several banks and towards the workers village. 
He decided to run his boat up onto the bank, and hopped off the front, grabbing a rope hung from its bow and pulled it further up onto the marshy ground. His entire surroundings were now dominated by the pyramid being built over the water, the royal palace directly across from him as he looked towards those huge structures. Behind him was the quiet hum of civilization in the workers village. 
Menni could smell food drifting on the warm desert breeze blowing from the direction of town and his stomach growled. He made his way across the marsh, keeping his eye out for crocodiles as he did, but finally came across a track that lead into the streets.
Menni’s mouth watered as he approached a small courtyard where it seemed all these delicious smells had been coming from. A group of women, a couple of cats, a vixen, otter and wolf were bustling around an outdoor oven, their laughter and chatter blending in with the crackling fire.
Simmering in a large clay pot, was a rich stew, sending up one of the delicious smells that had drawn him to here. Menni could pick out the hearty smells of lentils and chickpeas mingled with the sweetness of dates and figs. The stew was thickened with barley, and seasoned with coriander and cumin, filling the air with a spicy scent. Beside the pot, flatbreads were baking on a heated stone, their edges bubbling and browning to perfection.
One of the women noticed Menni’s presence and smiled warmly, gesturing for him to come closer. She handed him a piece of flatbread, still warm from the stone, its surface speckled with charring. Grateful, Menni took a bite, savouring the freshly cooked bread. She then handed a small clay bowl of the stew which he dipped the bread into. He did feel a little guilty that he had walked in and was effectively eating the food for the workers, but he had been offered it after all…
While he was finishing off the stew he couldn’t help look round the courtyard still... 
Nearby, another woman was grilling fish over an open flame, the fish glistening with olive oil and salt. The charred skin crackled, releasing a mouthwatering aroma that made Menni’s stomach growl even though he had just eaten a small bowl of stew. He walked over and was offered a small portion, the tender flesh flaking easily, seasoned perfectly.
He ate it up hungrily. He did love fish, whether it was stereotypical or not for a cat.
Menni walked over to the corner of the courtyard now where a young girl was stirring a pot of honey-sweetened porridge made from emmer wheat. The mixture was thick and creamy, dotted with pieces of dates and sprinkled with cinnamon. She ladled some into a bowl for Menni, the warmth of the dish seeping through the clay and into his hands.
With the air beginning to cool a little now, the warmth in his hands was appreciated, and he went over to sit with his back against one of the mud brick buildings of the courtyard as he enjoyed the porridge, looking up at the stars above. 
As he finished his meal, he looked about now – it was getting busier as the workers arrived back from their hard work all day building the Pharaohs tomb. He must have been mistaken for one of the workers, he thought to himself as he put the bowl down on the ground next to him. As the workers walked in, he spotted a couple of soldiers in amongst them, seemingly being friendly with the other workers but there in case anything needed a firm hand to be dealt with. 
He stood up and started looking around at the workers having their food and heading out for some rest – whether that be off to their accommodation or to the tavern which from the sound of it just down the street, was already doing a great trade. 
Menni headed out of the courtyard, intermingled with the other workers heading down towards the tavern. He wasn’t really able to chat with any of them, they all seemed to be chatting amongst themselves and didn’t really bat an eyelid at the black furred cat padding along side them into the tavern’s own courtyard. 
The ground was covered in rugs, and the smell of beer hung in the air. Groups of workers lounged out around the courtyard, laughing and chatting about stories that had happened during the course of the day.
It was at that point where he spotted a timid looking cat with mostly white fur with large brown spots over in the corner of the courtyard drinking a cup of beer. He didn’t seem to be interacting much with the other workers, looking a bit shy and keeping to himself. He looked around 20 and was wearing a plain beige tabard and kilt, with a belt which had a few strange looking tools, and a bag over his shoulder which had more odd-looking tools in. 
Menni walked around the courtyard and approached the cat from the side. “Hey” he said cheerfully
The cat jumped slightly, a little of his beer splashing from his cup, having not seen Menni come up to him “Oh ... Err ... hi.” He replied 
“Did you have a good day working for the Pharaoh today?” Menni asked 
The cat looked a bit hesitant “uhm... not the best. I was trying to get the alignment of one of the Mastabas planned out but I’m pretty sure some hyena moved one of the stakes ... it all needed to be re-done again...” he replied “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, you new here?” 
Menni grinned and nodded, "Yeah, just got here today. The food up the street is AMAZING – do you like the fish up there as much as I do?!"
"You tried it already? It's so good! I'm Seb, by the way," the cat replied, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm.
"I'm Menni. So, you plan where things are going to be and stuff?" Menni asked, curious about his new acquaintance and knowing absolutely nothing about anything.
"Yeah, there are a lot of surveyors and people who do that kind of thing here. Everything needs to be lined up correctly. What are you here to do?" Seb asked.
That was a question Menni wasn’t prepared for, but after a brief pause, he responded, "Oh, I'm here to help cut stone... the white stone on the outside."
Seb nodded thoughtfully. "We are needing more of that now, I guess."
"Hey, let me go grab us some more beer, huh?" Menni suggested with a grin, weaving through the bustling crowds. As he moved, he lifted a couple of tokens from the workers he passed by, using them to get two cups of beer from the bar.
He walked back and handed a cup to Seb, who downed the rest of his first cup and immediately began on the second. Menni waited for another cup of beer to go down before speaking up again.
"Hey, you're kinda cute, by the way..." he said shyly, grinning.
Seb grinned back. "Yeeeah. You're pretty cute too. Not many of the others tend to come chat with me much. But cats have to stick together, right?"
"Right!" Menni echoed, grinning back and handing Seb the cup of beer he had been holding.
Seb took the cup and downed it, starting to look a little wobbly on his feet. Menni smirked. "Hey, you want me to help you back to your place? You're lookin' a bit wobbly there."
Seb stuck his tongue out at Menni playfully. "Sure, come back with me!" he said with a laugh, taking hold of Menni’s hand and stumbling forward, setting off across the courtyard.
The night air was cool and filled with the sounds of distant laughter and music. The soft glow of torches flickered, casting dancing shadows on the mud-brick walls. Menni held Seb's hand firmly, guiding him through the maze of narrow streets. Seb leaned on Menni, his steps unsteady but seemed happy enough.
As they reached Seb's small mudbrick house, nestled among similar homes, Seb fumbled with the door, laughing softly. "Thanks for helping me, Menni," he said, his voice warm with gratitude and a hint of something more.
Menni smiled, "Anytime, Seb. Cats have to stick together, right?"
Seb nodded, pulling Menni inside and closing the door behind them. The room was simple but cozy, with woven mats on the floor and a low table in the centre. Seb sank onto a mat, pulling Menni down beside him. The flickering light from a small oil lamp cast a soft glow over everything in the room.
Seb started fumbling with his belt and took it off, tossing it over into the corner of the room and then pulling his tabard over his head, and revealing more of his fur, which continued with large areas of white with large brown patches. “I’ve been looking forward to getting comfier!” he said sliding his kilt down so he was now just in a small pair of rough material shorts.
Menni blushed at how quick Seb had moved things along, but it suited him just fine. He moved over closer “Can I …” he said asking permission as he put his hand gently on the soft fur of Seb’s chest
Seb nodded sleepily, laying back and letting Menni gently pet down his chest and stomach “I haven’t had ... any fun for …” he paused to yawn, then continued “a while…” he said looking down at Menni now starting to trace a finger over the cord tying his shorts up around his waist.
Menni grinned and ran his hand now a little lower, feeling his palm gently glide over the warm soft bulge hidden inside. 
Seb moaned quietly, closing his eyes as the other cat teased him, feeling happy with how things had turned out today.
Menni untied the cord, but rather than slipping those shorts down right away, he instead moved his hand back to that warm soft bulge, already seemingly becoming a little bigger and more excited. He moved his head down now, his nose pushing up against the warmth of Seb’s crotch, his hands gently rubbing over the other cat’s legs...
Seb let out a quiet sound of contentment feeling his precious bits being nosed up against and yet everything was getting softer, the ground, the rug and Menni’s touch. 
Menni now slipped his fingers into the top of Seb’s shorts and slowly pulled them down, gradually letting free the other cat’s length. He grinned as it bounced free. A slowly rising uncut length, the foreskin a little longer than most guys had, still overhanging the tip when semi. He reached out and gently teased the tip, and looked up at the cat he was playing with… and paused.
Seb was asleep. His mouth was open and was soundly asleep. 
Menni blinked. This cat really couldn’t take his beer apparently! He looked down at the semi hard length of the sleeping cat and grinned. He took hold of the shaft gently and started to slowly tease it, feeling it twitch and throb as he looked up to the sleeping cat’s face.  “You’re all mine now” Menni snickered 
Menni could feel Seb’s length growing in his hand slowly but surely, the warm silky skin at its tip pulling back just a little, but still hiding the head entirely even as it reached its full length, standing up eagerly wanting attention even if its owner was lost in the world of dreams. 
He now reached for the fluffy pouch of orbs, churning with anticipation. He carefully rolled them around, occasionally squeezing, and listening to Sebs quiet whimpers as he slept, still reacting  from somewhere in his dreams where he was likely dreaming of a cat boy squeezing his balls. 
Menni was fairly pent up himself at this point. Though he had gone back with Seb for a reason, he had hoped for a little fun himself before he would have got down to business… With the cat sleeping, surely there was no harm in still doing this?  He loosened off his belt and rested it on the ground, and unpinned his kilt, allowing it to slip free, falling silently to the ground. He then slipped down his undergarment and let his already hard length free from where it had been aching to escape.
Menni moved forwards a little, lining his crotch up to the Seb’s. He nosed down at Seb’s white and brown neck fur, nibbling lightly at it as he moved his hand down, grasping his own length with Seb’s... squeezing them together a little, and starting to hump just slightly. The other cat’s length grinding and sliding against his. He could feel the warmth and firmness, the satin smooth skin down its length and just occasionally Seb’s foreskin would rub over the sensitive spots right at the tip of his own while his foreskin rolled back with each gentle thrust. 
Menni began to pant, feeling his excitement rising... he began to hump a little firmer, pushing down a little so his stomach gently rubbed up against Seb’s... and yet still somehow Seb remained asleep…
 He paused for a moment, holding himself a little further forward... the tips of his and Seb’s lengths pressed against each other almost as if kissing… he pulled Seb’s foreskin back a little, pushing his own member down against it and allowing Seb’s foreskin to roll back a little, enveloping his sensitive tip in warm soft pleasure. He began to grind a little but Seb’s length slipped free… The position was fairly awkward… so he moved back and kneeled between Seb’s legs looking at the eager dick in front of him. 
He knew exactly how to make this easier.
Menni reached for his belt and pulled out some cord from one of his pouches and without hesitation wrapped it round the base of Seb’s excited length. He pulled it tight and tied it off before repeating the process, leaving a small gap between the two constricting bands of cord. 
Menni grinned, grasping that now doomed dick once more – teasing the tip of the foreskin, feeling it twitch and noting a small bead of pre which had now escaped from its tip under his foreskin and was working its way onto his finger. 
Menni now took out his obsidian knife and while holding Seb’s length with his left, he started pushing the sharpened edge up against the precious flesh between the two constricting bands. 
Menni felt the resistance build, only for the blade to now bite through the skin. Once through the outer skin, he began circling the black glass like blade around Seb’s sensitive flesh, feeling the length twitch and throb in his hand. He knew Seb was having some kind of crazy dream. He could hear the odd moan and whimper coming from him as he cut, and the length was throbbing and twitching more and more as he continued. 
He was almost through when he felt Seb’s body tensed up... The sleeping cat let out the cutest whimper as he began to shoot his seed. The first of his seed appeared from the tip of the cat’s length, slowed by the constrictive bands and his foreskin which was still covering the head entirely... but as Menni cut through the last of the boy’s cock, the second third and fourth of his waves of pleasure sent ropes of his seed from the stump of what was once his dick. 
Menni smirked and raised Seb’s severed member up to his muzzle. He lapped the cat’s cream from its tip, then began to gently suck on its foreskin, slipping his tongue inside and hunting for the rest of that tasty seed. While he did, he looked over the sleeping cat, covered in his own seed, breathing heavily but still fully asleep. 
He now laid down beside the sleeping cat, and brought Seb’s severed length down to his own, squeezing the boy’s still warm, seed-slick meat up against his. 
This is a much more comfy position! He thought to himself.
He held the base of Seb’s member against the base of his own as he started pawing himself along with Seb’s … the feeling of Seb’s dick gliding against his own, helped by the seed of his last orgasm lubing his own length was electrifying. What was once Seb’s precious length, which he pleasured himself with all these years, was now just his toy to tease and play with, its sole purpose now was to pleasure his dick. 
He once more pulled Seb’s foreskin back, and turning the severed member round, he pushed the still warm, seed slick head against his own, and pulled his foreskin down over his own member… he moaned quietly feeling the head of his own dick getting enveloped in the warmth of the severed plaything he now had. He started forcing Seb’s length down on his own, humping up into it ... Fucking Seb’s dick, forcing its own head back against his own... feeling the silky foreskin glide back and forth like it was nothing more than a cock sleeve. 
Menni could feel his climax rising within him, and with every single movement and sensation that the boy’s severed member bestowed on his own it drove him ever closer… feeling the tip of Seb’s head inside, rubbing and gliding, squashed against his own...
He cried out, forcing the severed member harder against his... the foreskin on Seb’s length glinting in the light of the oil lantern with it being stretched to its extreme, as Menni began filling it with his own seed… 
Menni panted, allowing Seb’s severed dick to slip free of his own... its foreskin now oozing his seed rather than the seed it would have dispensed so many times before as he let his arms rest by his sides, still holding that severed meat as he basked in the afterglow. 
After a couple of minutes, he sat up and looked at the sleeping cat once again... his mouth slightly open.  Menni grinned and brought up his prize and slowly slipped the tip into Seb’s muzzle. He snickered when without any prompting, Seb closed his mouth round his own severed dick and began sucking on it, drawing out and swallowing down Menni’s sweet seed still hidden in its foreskin. Menni gently pushed the member back and forth into Seb’s mouth, after all he seemed to be enjoying it… 
After a few seconds he pulled his prize back from its former owner’s maw, and now pushed it into one of the pouches on his belt and then began to dress himself again.
He stood now, looking down at the cat sleeping peacefully on the floor with a bloody stump where his dick once was, perched above a pouch still full of needy orbs which will now be impossible to satisfy without help from someone else.  
He was originally going to leave them, but instead he grabbed his obsidian blade once more and moved down, grasping the pouch in his hand and pulling the orbs a little away from the other cat’s crotch “I don’t think you’d ever thank me... but your future self right now would thank me for doing this..” he said grinning as he sliced through the soft flesh of the pouch, exposing the cords attaching the boy’s last vestige of manhood to him.
With two swift cuts, those cords were severed, and the pouch of orbs came free in his hand. He was always amused at how balls seem weightless when attached to someone, but feel so heavy when they’ve been sliced free… He rolled them around a little still in their pouch, Squeezing them firmly, knowing that this kind of pressure would have hurt if they had still been attached..
“Thanks for the gifts, Seb! I think I’ll be playing with your dick again later!” he said grinning and heading to the door, tucking the pouch of orbs back into one of the pouches on his belt.
He looked back at the sleeping cat as he slipped through the door, keeping his eyes on him until it closed softly. Without thinking, he turned and walked straight ahead – directly into a wolf who had just rounded the corner of the building.
Menni squeaked as his nose collided with the wolf, both of them stumbling to regain their footing. Grasping his nose from the sharp pain, Menni's heart sank as he finally looked at who he had walked into. Now he understood why his nose hurt so much.
The wolf stood before him, holding a shield, wearing a helmet, and with his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Of all the people Menni had to bump into, literally, it had to be a soldier.
"Oh! Hi!" Menni said with a cheeky grin. "Fancy meeting you here!"
The wolf growled, "Why don’t you look where you’re going?"
"Yeah, sorry… I couldn’t see past your shield as it hit me in the face," Menni replied. "If I knew you were there, I totally wouldn’t have walked into you."
This didn’t help matters. The wolf growled louder, "Do you think you’re funny?"
Menni shook his head quickly. "No… But I do sometimes walk across people’s paths to give them bad luck… being a black cat and all. I think that’s pretty funny, don’t you?" As soon as he finished speaking, he realized this wolf wasn’t in a laughing mood. The wolf stomped toward him. "Oh."
The wolf was a good foot and a half taller than Menni and must have spent an awful long time in the gymnasium; the flickering light from nearby torches highlighted the muscles on his arms. He reached out to grab Menni by an ear, much like a parent scolding a child. "Come with me," the wolf said angrily.
"AH! HEY... NOT THE EAR!" Menni cried out as he was tugged painfully down the street, led into an alley. "Seriously! Let go already! This is really hurting!"
The wolf snarled, "That’s the POINT!"
Menni was dragged down another street before emerging from the town into an area of palm trees and shrubs growing near the riverbank. "This... doesn’t look like much of a prison..."
The wolf tugged firmly on Menni’s ear once more. 
"OW!" he cried out.
Now the pair were well amongst the shrubs and trees, the solder grinned and let go of Menni’s ear, pushing his hands down onto his shoulders and kicked the back of his knees out so he fell down into a kneeling position. 
“You pissed off the wrong solder.” The wolf said “Think you’re funny? Well, how’s this for a joke? Either you suck my dick and I’ll think about letting you go, or the crocodiles will have another worker.” He said reaching down and pulling his large black canine dick, already at full length from his pants
Menni blinked looking at the wolf’s dick now presented to him. He had wondered about telling the wolf that the ‘joke’ he’d just said wasn’t funny but given the current situation, it would probably be best to not say anything.
The wolf’s dick was fairly impressive with its ebony colour, bulbous knot, just over average girth but most impressive was its length being somewhere around seven and a half inches, which troubled him a little. “Hm... Mr wolf? It looks really nice and all, but I don’t know if it will fit in my mouth...”  
The wolf grinned and grasped Menni’s head fur “Oh, it will.” He said pushing Menni’s muzzle up against the tip, then forcing his head forward, pushing his entire length deep into the cat’s maw.
Menni went wide eyed as the wolf’s dick was crammed into his muzzle. At first it wasn’t so bad, the tapered tip sliding in, the solder’s salty musk filling his mouth... but it kept coming. The tip pushing further back into his throat and almost gagging as it hit.
“SUCK!” The wolf instructed
Menni did as he was instructed, not really having much of a choice in the matter – and trying to bob back and forth a little with the wolf’s hand still firmly on the back of his head.
“mmmm, you’re good at this... You had practice?” The wolf grinned looking down at the cat boy
Menni started to taste the salty tang of pre as the tip of the wolf’s dick began slipping back and forth over his tongue as he moved up and down its length...
He started to think this would have been a lot more enjoyable if he hadn’t already cum not 15 minutes ago… Why couldn’t he find horny soldiers when he was horny?
The wolf took hold of Menni’s head with both hands and started to thrust his dick in and out of his muzzle, each time the wolf’s dick seemingly being shoved deeper and deeper… Menni realised he could only breath when the wolf had pulled back a little as when the wolf shoved all the way in, is throat was filled with dick…
He could feel the wolf working himself up … harder and faster. The knot being half pushed into his muzz over and over until with one last thrust, the wolf shoved his dick fully into his muzzle. The head of the length pushing down his throat. 
Menni couldn’t breathe, but he could feel the wolf’s length pulsing and throbbing … and then felt the warm goo being shot down his throat as the wolf cried out in ecstasy.  The wolf’s dick did indeed fit in his muzzle though, the wolf was right. Unfortunately for the wolf however, Menni’s teeth were now behind the Knott feeding him his cream.
As the wolf’s climax began to slow, Menni clamped his teeth down hard, piercing the soft narrow bit of the wolf’s shaft behind the knot. 
The wolf went from crying out in pleasure to suddenly screaming out in pain. Menni hadn’t finished, however. Keeping his teeth fully clamped together, he ripped his head to the side forcefully as the wolf’s grip loosened. The result was the weighty wolf meat, still most of the way down his throat remained in his muzzle, while the baculum was torn clean out from it, leaving Menni with a muzzle full of dick, and the wolf reeling back, looking down to see his bloody dick bone being the only thing left of his once proud manhood!
The wolf collapsed to the floor in pain as Menni stood up, reaching to his muzzle and carefully pulling the heavy wolf dick free, the tip of it drawing a line of wolf seed along his tongue as it went.
Menni breathed in deeply having been holding his breath for the last minute or so and lapped the last of the wolf’s seed from the dick in his hand. “My bad! You were right. It did fit.” Menni said grinning “Now if it’s ok with you I’m going to run away. As quick as I can. Ok?” he asked the curled-up wolf groaning in agony. “Hey! Its rude to ignore!” he said before giving the wolf a gentle kick with his foot.
The wolf was in no position to respond, still holding his crotch, trying to not touch the bone.
“Well … OK, Great! ... Oh. And I’m keeping this” he said holding the wolf’s dick in his left hand and pointing at it with his right. 
With that, Menni sprinted off as quick as his feet could take him, leaving the wolf to either recover from the agony he was in, or help feed those crocodiles he had obviously helped before with other victims he’d taken.
When he was at a safe distance, down one of the dusty streets of the workers village, he finally came to a stop, resting a hand up against a mud brick wall and panting heavily.
As he was catching his breath, he started to think about how the evening had gone… He may have been caught by a guard, again… but he wasn’t dead. And, he had a second prize. To him, that was definitely a night well spent. 
‘Time to find somewhere to rest for the night…’ he thought having caught is breath and heading further into the town.