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

On a cold dark November evening, the damp sidewalks were bathed in the spot lit light of streetlights. The street was lined both sides with houses with backlit windows, casting a warm light that spilled out into their gardens. The warm cosy glow contrasting with the cold crisp autumnal air. 
The quiet of the street however would soon be interrupted. In the distance, the sound of an engine being pushed to it’s limit could be heard, the pitch changing on a gear shift, and then fading down as its pace slowed. A second later the engine was screaming once again, ever louder and heading this way. As the gear was changed again, the beams of a car’s headlights could be seen reflecting off of houses in the distance.
The car flew down the street, shooting past houses at well over the speed limit, but there wasn’t a reason for the urgency... It was simply being driven by an 18-year-old fox called Riley, who loved the rush he got from flooring the accelerator, being pushed back in his seat, changing gear and going through it all again with the roar of the engine as its soundtrack while the world rushed by.
Riley’s car was a small blue hatchback which he had spent quite a bit of his time and money getting it customised to just how he wanted it. He’d got the car lowered, with larger angled wheels, applied a chunky body kit to add extra size to the front and rear of the car, he’d tinted the windows, changed the exhaust to make the car roar even louder and the inside was kitted out with booming speakers which, would rattle the windscreen wipers. 
After spending a good quarter-hour doing donuts in the wide-open concrete areas of an industrial estate, Riley was now heading to the beach front. He wouldn’t have money for new tires until the end of the week, so he had to be careful not to shred his tyres. At least on this evening… 
He turned left at a roundabout, passed under an old bridge, and made another left onto the coastal road, with the beach just a sidewalk away. To his left, the brightly lit buildings of the sea front amusement arcades flashed and beckoned, while his car announced its presence with its thunderous exhaust.
After pausing for a red light, he shot off as quick as he could, shooting round the headland and cruising up and down the front a few times before parking his car in the car parking spaces on the north bay allowing him to sit looking out to sea.
Most shy away from the term ‘Boy Racer’ but Riley absolutely loved it. To him he didn’t see why anyone wouldn’t want to live the dream of having a car which made epic noise, looked like it could jump from road to rally course, and drive his heart rate as quick as it took him.
He sat in his car, looking out at the waves coming into the bay, splashing up over the sea defences. There were very few people on the front this evening with it being cool and damp and with the sea crashing over the sea defences. With this being the case, it left other options open to do while he sat in his car! 
The fox boy loved wearing tracksuits. He was wearing a grey hoodie, grey sweatpants and white sneakers, and all because of how comfortable it was, warm, functional and no zipper to get in the way when taking the opportunity to adjust his important stuff.
There was only one thing he loved more than his car – and that was his dick. He loved its scent, he loved the feelings it gave him, and he loved how it looked.  As he sat there watching the sea, he moved his hand down to his crotch. His sweatpants were bunched up around it, almost form fitting to his soft bits hidden inside.
He rubbed the back of his thumb over his crotch gently for a few seconds and brought it up to see if he could catch his scent... The sweet clean scent of clean pants with a hint of his musk greeted his nose like a warm hug. He moved his hand down again, and gently squeezed and teased himself as he sat in the cosy cocoon of his car, the engine still running. 
Twomasks had been walking round the front seeing if there were any suitable targets out that night, and on seeing a loud car driving past him almost eight times, it had certainly drawn his attention – seeing this twink fox boy making such a spectacle of himself going up and down the road. When he spotted the car pull up in one of the parking spaces, he decided he’d go to see what this boy was about.
Riley had his head back against the headrest of his car seat, his eyes closed and his hand gently groping himself as Twomasks approached the window from the side. He grinned seeing what the fox boy was up to and couldn’t help but stand there for a few moments looking down in, seeing him tease and play with the contents of his pants. 
Twomasks reached into his hoodie and pulled out a small flashlight like device and then knocked on the window just an inch or so from Riley’s head.
Riley jumped with a start, his hand being pulled swiftly from his crotch and him looking to the window. His expression went from surprise to displeasure... He pushed the button on his car door opening the window “What?!” he asked bluntly
“Oh, I just saw you had your engine running still and you looked asleep so thought I’d come check you knew.” Twomasks said grinning
“No, I’m not sleeping, so how ‘bout you get lost?” Riley replied with an attitude
Twomasks brought the small flashlight looking device up and Riley looked at it wondering what the raccoon was even doing, figuring he may have to get out to get him to get away from his car…
“Ok sure, I’ll head off...” Twomasks said, before switching the device on. 
Riley blinked as he saw colours flashing from the light, and suddenly things started to feel calmer, more peaceful – the humming and droning of the exhaust of his car began to feel almost tactile like a warm cosy blanket wrapping round him. 
Twomasks smirked as he watched the boy’s expression soften and his eyes half close … “But first, you’re going to sit there while I see what a fox boy like you plays with in his car out here on your own.” He said walking round to the other side, opening the passenger door and getting inside.
The warmth inside of the car was welcome after the coolness of the sea air outside. Twomasks looked over at the boy still sat there in a daze, oblivious to the fact he’d just got in and was sat next to him.
Twomasks reached up and gently petted the fox boy’s cheek “aw, you think you’re so tough and yet you’re just a cute fluffy fox boy playing with his willy in his car aren’t you.” He said in a patronising manner, running his hand down his chest and stomach, down to that soft bulge there in his pants. He gently ran his finger over it, feeling the fox’s dick inside gently twitch from the stimulation – as if the fox was asleep.
He now moved down and pushed his nose right up against the bulge, breathing in and catching that warm scent coming from the cocky boy’s bits hidden away inside. He slid his fingers into the boy’s waistband, along with his boxershorts, and pulled them forward – letting the elasticated waist stretch out, revealing, nestled there inside, the fox’s semi hard uncut length, the head tucked down towards his balls as if shying away.
He moved his hand in and gently took hold of the warm foxhood and slowly pulled it up, letting its foreskin covered head slip up against the material of the inside of his boxershorts. It bounced up a little as it slipped free, the tip now pointing up towards his nose as he looked. 
Twomasks pushed his nose down against the soft floppy foreskin at its tip as it twitched in his hand. He could feel it starting to grow as it pushed up against his nose breathing in the fox boy racer’s scent ... He opened his muzzle and let the length slip inside, closing his muzzle around it and feeling it twitch as it grew. 
The fox’s length tasted salty with a hint of sweetness, especially as Twomasks pushed his tongue up against the tip of his foreskin, sliding it inside, swirling it up and around the fox’s head which was hidden under it. 
The fox’s dick grew even quicker now, pushing its way further into Twomask’s muzzle. He decided he was going to treat himself tonight, and let the fox boy give him a sampler… Given the boy’s attitude he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have taken kindly to a strange raccoon guy coming up and just getting into his car and sucking him off, but that’s what made this all the more fun. He was under his hypnotic trance, and until he said so – the fox boy was all his.
He now moved his hand up under the boy’s hoodie, rubbing his hand up over the boy’s slim form, over his fluffy white fur and up to his chest where he softly rubbed over the boy’s nipple while he still sucked on his dick.  
Every little bit of teasing lead to the fox’s length twitching and responding... It was at full length now in his muzzle, a respectable six and a half inches of eager fox meat, obeying every command he was giving it, free from any of the conscious thoughts it usually had, behaving purely off stimulation.
Twomasks was loving the boy’s taste, and decided as his tongue teased the almost jelly-like skin around the head he was going to let this boy keep his dick tonight, but only so he could get a second helping of this boy’s sweet scent tomorrow. He had earned some extra attention from his attitude a few minutes ago. He always loved the fact that no matter how tough some guys acted, their dicks were just as sensitive, just as soft and silky, just as needy as anyone else’s … and for him – just as easy to take when he wanted. 
He started moving his head up and down a little now, already able to tell the boy’s dick was getting close to betraying its owner, its twitching and throbbing giving away everything he needed to know. He pushed his other hand down into the boy’s boxers, gently grabbing at the fluffy white pouch of orbs, squeezing at them gently, feeling them move and roll about each other as he sucked and coaxed at the length above. 
It was then he felt the fox’s body start to tense up, the fox’s dick began to pulse, getting even firmer as the head flared a little. The fox’s balls drew up just a little as the boy racer’s dick betrayed him, shooting his sweet salty seed into the raccoon’s muzzle while he was completely unaware.
Twomasks swallowed it down hungrily, he didn’t often treat himself like this – usually this would be followed by the bits coming free in his hands, but no – this boy had earned himself that tomorrow – and the indignity of getting himself blown in his own car without any knowledge of the fact his dick was someone else’s plaything, with his seed being someone else’s appetiser. 
As the fox’s climax subsided, Twomasks gave the boy’s dick one final suck, coaxing the very last drips of his seed from his length before slipping off and watching the cute softening foxhood start to flop down a little being now held against the fox’s stomach by the waistband of his sweatpants. 
He took hold of the boy’s muzzle and turned his head, so he was facing him, even though his gaze was vacant. “Ok fox boy. Listen now. Tomorrow you are going to drive to the car park up on Raven’s Hill. Be there for 8pm. But should anyone ask if they can cut your dick off, you will say yes. You will suddenly feel you have always wanted your dick cut off, and you want them to take it along with your balls. Got it, big shot?!” Twomasks said sternly 
Riley nodded slowly, his dick now getting soft enough it had started to slip into his waistband, with just the tip of his foreskin now pinched up against his stomach.
“Good. I will see you tomorrow. You will come round when the next car drives past.” Twomasks said smirking as he now pulled the waistband of his pants and boxers back out to let the boy’s dick flop back in, then releasing it. He then opened the car door and got back out into the night air, closing the door behind him and carrying on with his walk around the headland.

A car drove past the front of Riley’s car, and suddenly he blinked, coming round, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes. Had he fallen asleep? He thought to himself. 
He looked to his left, and the window was still down from when he’d told that raccoon to get lost… He pushed the button to wind it back up again and then took a deep breath in and out. He’d never nodded off here before, but it had been a fairly long day… 
He moved his hand down and adjusted his junk a little as it felt a little uncomfortable and decided time to drive back home.
As he drove down the coastal road, he started to think where would be good to drive to tomorrow. One particular place seemed to come to mind. It was Raven’s Hill car park... he could probably jerk off there tomorrow night and there wouldn’t be anyone there to disturb him as it was always completely deserted by 8pm.  
When he’d got back, he went straight to the bathroom and slid the front of his sweatpants down along with his boxer shorts, grasping at his soft member and pulling it a little to loosen it up then held it so that he was aiming it towards the bowl. 
As he started to go, he realised his dick seemed to feel a little bit damp somehow… It was weird, almost as if he’d jerked off and made a mess in his pants, but there was no mess. The only thing he could put it down to was maybe he’d leaked more pre than usual while he was groping himself, and that’s why he felt a little sticky.
He walked to his room, put his car key down on the desk by his bed and flopped back onto his bed. He sure was tired… He had no idea why he was feeling quite so drained, but what he did know was it was time to jerk off before sleep.

The following evening, he headed out to his car. Today he’d put on his blue tracksuit with a blue hoodie with white drawstrings for the hood, a white zipper down the front, and blue sweatpants along with his usual white sneakers. 
He climbed in and turned the key with the car roaring into life. He couldn’t help but put his foot down on the gas pedal a few times, revving the engine and hearing the loud thunderous sounds coming from the exhaust at the back. He closed the door and checked the time. 
It was 7:20pm which meant there was plenty of time to call off at McPawnalds on the way to Raven’s hill! 
At 7:50pm, Riley drew up in his car in the deserted car park on top of Raven’s Hill. From here he could sit looking out over the whole town, seeing the sea, and the car headlights looking like tiny pinpricks of light as they traversed round the headland where he was yesterday evening. 
He unwrapped his burger and started munching on it hungrily, occasionally taking a drink of his vanilla milkshake, and getting annoyed at how the paper straw didn’t seem up to the job with the recent change from the bigger plastic ones they had replaced...
By 8pm, he’d finished, thrown the wrappers into the passenger side’s footwell, and reclined his seat a little way to get himself more comfortable. He sighed happily and his hand gravitated to his crotch, starting to gently rub and tease at himself. At least today – he wouldn’t be disturbed. 
He squeezed at the soft bulge in his sweatpants, moaning ever so slightly as he grasped at his already semi hard length, feeling it gently slide about in his boxershorts.
Then there was a knock on the window right beside his head.
Riley jumped almost literally out of his seat. Outside was completely dark and he’d seen no one in his headlights as he’d pulled in! He turned to the left to see a dark figure standing outside… For a moment he didn’t know whether he should simply reverse out of the space and get the hell out of there or jump out to deal with this pervert.
Just at that moment, the clouds seem to break a little, allowing a little more moonlight to shine down about the carpark, and the one person he had never expected to see again, was stood right there once again… The irritating nosey raccoon from yesterday.
Riley wound his window down with an angry expression on his face “Get the hell away from my car!!” he shouted “and what the fuck dude!? Are you following me or something?!” 
Twomasks smirked at the reaction he’d got. “I just noticed you parked here with your eyes closed, and you have your engine running.” He said, echoing almost word for word what he’d said yesterday.
Riley growled and decided the only way to deal with this now was to get out and make his point clear. He opened his door and stood up, getting right up close to the raccoon. Though the raccoon was a bit taller than him, it wasn’t something he was intimidated by. “Seriously dude, get the fuck away before I rip your fucking head off!” 
Twomasks took a step back, allowing the fox to wind himself up. “So, you weren’t asleep then?” he snickered 
“NO!” Riley growled and made a move to push the raccoon back as hard as he could.
Twomasks simply took another step backwards, allowing the boy racer to shove at thin air, and overstep a little, barely able to keep his balance. “Not too sure on your feet though huh.” 
Riley growled louder, feeling he was being made a fool of. He decided he was going to simply punch this raccoon out. He brought his fist back with a snarl.
“I was here to ask if I could cut your dick off.” Twomasks said with a grin.
Riley blinked, his expression going from anger to confusion “...W-wait what?”  His fist slowly slipped back down to his side. The confusion was due to a number of things... Firstly, he had just heard someone ask if they could cut his dick off, like that was ever going to be a thing he’d allow... and secondly … he was having the weirdest feelings, that he absolutely wanted his dick cutting off.
Twomasks smirked, watching the fox trying to work out his conflicting feelings “So can I cut your dick off?” 
Riley shook his head, trying to make sense “Yeah, ok… I mean .. fuck! No! … What the … fuck?!” he said, taking a few steps back, and resting up against his car. 
His head was swimming in thoughts ... thoughts he didn’t think he had ever had, but somehow were right there – he’d always wanted his dick cutting off, and even his balls along with it… But though he remembered this now, he … couldn’t … remember when he had even first thought it.
He brought his hand to his crotch, squashing his semi hard dick inside, knowing he loved his dick, why the fuck would he always have wanted to have it cut off??? And yet, the very thought of his dick being cut off was getting him hard!?
Twomasks moved in now at the confused and vulnerable fox boy “Yeah, I know it can be a bit of a thing to finally be right on the edge of getting what you’ve always wanted, but” he said taking hold of the fox’s hand and moving it away from his crotch “You just have to go with what you want don’t you.” 
The fox looked back at the raccoon with confused eyes, his muzzle slightly open not sure what to say, trying to work out what to do… he wanted to jerk off … not just now but he wanted to jerk off tonight, tomorrow and every day for the rest of his life... Get his dick sucked, fuck someone… all these things! … But then, he wanted his dick cut off.  
He tried to persuade himself he didn’t, thinking back to when he first realised, he could cum, fooling around in his room. The feeling of his foreskin when he squashed it between his finger and thumb... his scent... but wouldn’t it be so good to have his severed dick in his hand squeezing his foreskin, breathing his scent… “what the fuck?!” he said out aloud “I don’t know who you are... but...” he started saying before trying to fight what he was about to say …
Twomasks, still grinning replied “But?” 
“I’ve always wanted my dick cutting off... I think... fuck... I cant believe I’m saying this!” the fox said in almost a desperate voice... “Why am I even talking about my dick with you?!”
Twomasks put his hand out and gently rested it on the fox’s chest, petting at the soft fabric of his hoodie “Don’t worry. Let your feelings out.” 
Riley was almost a witness to himself now, almost as if he was seeing himself in the third person, wanting nothing more right now than to get the hell out of there and find somewhere to jerk off with his STILL ATTACHED dick… and yet this other self was absolutely wanting his dick cut off… He found himself moving round to the front of his car, and leaning back over the hood, spreading his feet out a little, and slowly pulling his pants down... “Fuck… take my dick and balls… quick… before I stop myself...” he said still with his pained voice 
Twomasks watched the fox boy pulling his pants and boxers down while resting on his own car’s hood. Once those pants were down by his ankles, the fox’s balls sat resting on top of the blue painted metal, the engine still rumbling away under it, causing those balls to gently vibrate. He moved forwards “Well, if you want me to cut your dick off, I should check out what I’m getting first huh?”  he moved his nose down to the tip of the boy’s dick, breathing in that sweet scent he’d got to sample the day before.
Riley blushed deeply as he watched the raccoon, he had literally only just met push his cold nose up against his warm tip... The more he watched, the more he thought of his dick as being something he wanted rid of. His inhibitions, his normal personality and feelings were beginning to melt away… as if he was being reprogrammed… “Fuck….” He said quietly “You’re gonna cut it off right? I always liked jerking it off... it’s so sensitive...” he started to say quietly as if his old self was just being gradually erased as he spoke 
Twomasks took his usual kit bag from his shoulder and set it down on the hood next to the fox’s leg as the hypnotic command from yesterday spread through the boy’s brain like a virus, softening it and destroying any resistance. This boy’s full package was his now, and there was nothing the fox could do to find that resistance any longer. He took out a small battery pack and a thin metal wire, and then grasped the fox’s length and began to tease and rub the tip with it now being its full length. 
He leaned in again, looking over that delicate foreskin, the silky soft skin covering the shaft, the life and eagerness it had, knowing that in a few moments, this would be nothing more than just his prize.
Riley moaned, feeling his sensitive tip being teased, and for some reason the knowledge it was soon to be taken from him, and while on the very hood of his car, made it even more exciting.
Twomasks wrapped the thin wire round the fox’s entire package, under his balls, and round up over his dick, pulling the wire tightly, causing the boy racer’s package to become neatly bundled up with nothing but a small bunched up bit of precious flesh holding everything he’d ever held precious in his pants to him. Twomasks now pulled it tighter still… 
“Shit... That’s hurting.” Riley said, wincing “… please keep going!” 
Twomasks thought back to that cocky little shit that had given him so much attitude yesterday, that had just minutes ago got out from his car, attempting to shove him back and moving to even try to punch him, and yet here he is – the same fox, his head softened, now urging him to cut off his precious toy. He wrapped both ends of the wires up to the contacts on the battery pack and held his finger over the power button. 
Riley watched, not knowing exactly what the raccoon was doing, but he couldn’t help, but reach down to grasp his throbbing dick, starting to jerk off as hard and quickly as he could, feeling his foreskin gliding back and forwards over the sensitive head…
Twomasks now switched the power on. The wire instantly lit up, first red, then brighter yellow and with tinges of white. The wire was so hot it instantly burnt the flesh and nerves as the boy’s dick meat tried to push out against it. The wire sliced through Riley’s package effortlessly while he was still jerking off.
Riley yelped out as he felt the heat hit, part of him somewhere in there still desperately wanting to jerk off! He grasped the base of his dick just in front of the wire as it slipped through his package, while his other hand was still frantically pawing up and down, but he realised, there was no sensation at all now… his whole package had gone numb… and then he realised the weight he was holding. His whole package was no longer attached to him.
He raised his hands up, from his crotch, lifting his precious dick and balls up along with them, surprised at how weighty his precious junk felt... He brought the tip up close, watching the slightly damp foreskin slowly settling after having pawed so furiously, a dribble of pre leaking from the tip of the half-exposed head… Somewhere buried deep in the back of his mind he was screaming ‘no! my dick! Not my precious dick!!’ but his conscious self right now simply pushed his nose up right against the tip of his severed length and breathed in that ever so familiar scent of his, stronger than he’d ever breathed before… He loved his scent so much…
Twomasks simply grinned as he started packing away his cutting wire, keeping an eye on the boy now playing with the dead meat which was once the only hope of him ever passing on his bloodline.
Riley started to gently paw his severed dick once more... the balls flopping back and forth in their fluffy white pouch against the hand holding the base... Feeling every ridge, every vein every little contour of the silky soft skin on his shaft, and his foreskin as he had thousands of times before, everything as familiar as breathing, but no feelings... no sensation... no pleasure.
Twomasks held out his hand “Ok, its time to give your dick and balls to me now." 
Riley swallowed hard and needed to do one last thing first... He squeezed the shaft just behind the head with his thumb and finger and slid his finger and thumb up the length, over the head, pulling the foreskin up with them, just able to cover the head completely until there was a soft bit of his severed dick’s foreskin overhanging the head... he squashed it back and to between his finger and thumb, feeling that squidgy feeling he had so many times when he’d groped himself when soft.. and then hesitantly, he let go, and with his other hand slowly placed his precious foxhood into the hand of the raccoon… “What are you going to do with my dick… and my balls now you have them?” he asked
Twomasks didn’t reply just yet, he teased at the tip of the severed foxhood in his hand and bringing its tip up to his nose to sample that sweet boy racer scent once more.
“You gonna eat it?” Riley said “Shit I bet it’d be so juicy… and tender... I used to jerk it off like four times a day minimum… fuck it felt so good…” he said almost imagining it in his head “fuck... and I bet it will taste like. . . like my scent... SHIT and my balls too …. Fuck! I haven’t cum yet! They’re gonna be full…” 
Twomasks heard Riley working himself up into wanting his dick and balls eaten and had an idea... “Hey fox boy. Pull your pants back up and follow me.” He said 
Riley slipped off his car’s hood, and pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, with them hanging strangely loose and feeling so much more empty now… Riley started to follow the raccoon in the moonlight, unable to keep his hand away from his crotch, where once the familiar feeling of that warm squidgy dick had always been… nothing but loose fabric and smooth crotch now was.
Twomasks stopped by an electric scooter that had been out of sight, which had a small box fixed to the back above the rear wheel. While holding the boy’s precious package in one hand he opened the box and pulled out a small camping stove, along with a small frying pan.
“Fuck… you’re going to cook my dick and balls here?!” Riley said, the idea having poisoned his mind entirely, and though he had no dick, the small hole left was starting to leak pre inside his boxers.
Twomasks set the stove up and nodded “yeah. But I’m going to have to taste this dick of yours first...” he said, bringing Riley’s severed dick up to his nose, first rubbing his nose down the length of the shaft, slowly getting closer and closer to the head – where the fox boy’s scent was the most intense.. the warm sweet scent hugging at his nose – the scent of the fox’s arousal, eagerness and also the faint scent of the last time he’d jerked himself off earlier in the day. 
Twomasks opened his muzzle now and slid the head in, instantly being reminded of him doing this only yesterday when the fox still had a whole day left with his dick... He suckled and swirled his tongue round the head, then inside and under the fox boy’s delicious silky soft foreskin. 
Riley could see the raccoon sucking on his once so precious severed dick… he’d never had a blowjob and wondered what it would have felt like… 
After a couple of minutes of savouring the fox’s still warm severed length, Twomasks now pulled a knife out from his hoodie and rested the point of the blade up against the soft white pouch. 
Riley watched with a strange sense of seeing this being done to himself… but entirely detached from it. Just hours ago, he felt he would be doing anything to beg for this to not be happening, but right now – he found himself waiting in anticipation to see what his balls look like.
Twomasks pushed the blade in, slicing into that fragile sack, slicing a hole right through it, then squeezing those pearlescent orbs free from their protective home.
Riley looked at the two orbs, starting to realise those bits in the raccoons’ hands were the only chance he would have ever had at having cubs… but that feeling was utterly eclipsed by the desire to see them cooked and eaten.
Twomasks grasped the two hanging orbs and sliced the cords holding them to the severed package and held them in one hand. 
“Hold this” Twomasks said, handing Riley back his severed dick and now empty sack, and grabbing a small bottle of olive oil out from the box, along with a small chopping board. 
As Riley squeezed and felt at his empty sack, Twomasks poured a little oil into the pan and turned on the heat. Once the oil was hot, Riley watched the raccoon drop his precious balls into the pan, sizzling as they made contact with the surface.
Twomasks now reached up and took Riley’s dick from the boy once again, putting it down onto the chopping board. He pushed his knife down at the base of the fox boy’s severed dick, the flesh resisting at first but when it reached its maximum resistance the sharp blade slid straight through, a soft crunching noise being heard as the base of the shaft holding the empty pouch to it was cut through.
Riley felt some kind of strange fascination that his precious dick had made such a noise as it was cut through… and as Twomasks picked it up and set it down into the pan with his two unemptied balls already sizzling and starting to leak a little juice, he started thinking back to all those times he’d jerked off… just as his dick was pushed down into the hot oil, sizzling and beginning to cook, watching the hot oil bubbling and catching around that sensitive foreskin, and up against the exposed tip of the head…
Twomasks used his knife to turn the fox’s juicy balls, making sure they cooked evenly .. and all the time Riley was stood watching, feeling hornier than he was when he’d pulled up and remembered all those feelings he had received while he was groping these precious meats that were now frying in the pan in front of him…  strangely familiar smells were rising up from the pan and gracing his nose... if it wasn’t for the fact his dick was the thing frying, he would have been jerking off to it about now.
After what seemed like an eternity to Riley, Twomasks now pushed his knife straight through the centre of one of his now golden coloured balls, juice seeping out from where the knife had entered, sizzling on the pan, and he lifted it up, steaming towards the fox boy’s muzzle. 
Riley stood there for a moment, its all he had been thinking off for the last ten minutes, but now it was here… cooked … the prospect of any reattachment had long since gone… he opened his muzzle and closed his teeth behind the meaty orb, pulling back and finding the hot piece of fried meat resting on his tongue… 
He first rolled it about a little in his muzzle, trying to really get to grips with the fact this was actually one of his balls… kept in his pants all his life…
He grasped it between his teeth, slowly applying pressure... feeling it squashing against the teeth and suddenly it burst. His muzzle flooded with flavour… his flavour. So familiar yet different being mixed with the taste of cooked meat… he couldn’t help but think the seed he had so wanted to cum earlier was now filling his maw… he took a little time to chew it properly, savouring it, watching the raccoon now putting his other in his muzzle and chewing it up hungrily.
For Twomasks it was a victory, that cum he had swallowed yesterday, the fox boy’s essence and taste – this was that same taste… and it would be the last anyone would ever taste of it... The last of the boy’s seed.
Riley swallowed the remains of his ball, now looking down at the pan at his cooked dick in the pan...
Twomasks now swallowed as he stabbed the boy’s precious foxhood in the pan and transferred it to the chopping board. 
The once so silky soft, sensitive member had now been turned into a firm meaty sausage with its foreskin that had once been so soft and floppy, having turned into a crispy shell clinging to the head which had been almost steamed in its own juices inside that once protective skin. 
He rested the knife up behind the head, and sliced down, cutting the head and foreskin from the shaft. 
Riley watched, with that same strange sense of detachment, of something which was once such a private personal part of him, nothing more now than a piece of cooked meat, being cut up on a chopping board… 
This was Twomask’s favourite bit, but he thought he’d be nice to the fox boy, now cutting the head down the centre, down through the crispy foreskin and halving it. He now brought up that half of the fox boy length’s head and pushed it into the fox’s muzzle.
Riley blinked, instantly tasting that familiar musk… and then he began to chew… He was right... his dick was so juicy, and tender... and the crunch of what was once his so sensitive precious foreskin… there was now nothing that could possibly have made him hornier than he was right now… he couldn’t jerk off, but he was going to have to find something to play with later when he got back. 
Twomasks was now chewing on the other half of the head, and pulling out a small torch like device from his hoodie
Riley swallowed down his former dick meat and stood there once more remembering all those times he’d pawed off with what he’d just devoured and looked at Twomasks now with the torch like device in his hand.
Twomasks swallowed and now spoke up “Ok, the rest is mine.” He said, switching the hypnosis device once again.
Riley saw the colours swirling once more, and the sound of his car rumbling in the background once more became a comfy blanket of sensory stimulation before he slowly half closed his eyes, falling back into a trance. 
Twomasks stepped up to the fox boy once more and groped him through his sweatpants, feeling the smooth crotch now inside “there we go, not so cocky any more huh fox boy. Shame you won’t remember your meal… heh... You’re going to go back to your car and forget everything that happened up here tonight. You will only remember your dick and balls were cut off a few years ago after an accident... Oh, and you have decided it’s time to start driving more sensibly. Now go back to your car.” He said.
Riley nodded and slowly began walking back to his car. While he did, Twomasks packed up the bits and pieces, and started to chomp through the last of the fox boy’s shaft like it was nothing more than a cheap sausage.
With Riley back in his car, Twomasks now went back over to him “Ok fox boy, count to 30 and you’ll wake up ready to head home” 
Riley nodded and slowly began to count quietly to himself. Twomasks couldn’t help himself and he reached back in through the window to give that cute fox’s smooth crotch one more grope before heading back off and out of sight.
Riley came to and blinked … “Shit… Did I just fucking fall asleep again!?” He stretched his arms out as best he could in the confines of his car and yawned, reaching down to his crotch and rubbing it carefully thinking about how sore his crotch was… he didn’t remember it being so sore yesterday.  He carefully put the car into gear and slowly set off back to the road.
Twomasks kept out of sight, slowly chewing the last of the fox boy’s dick as he watched him turn into the road and drive out of sight. Cockiness fixed in both ways; a job well done. He thought to himself.