Warning: this story contains scenes of nonconsensual penectomy (the removal of the penis), castration (the removal of the testicles) and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

Your Contact Name: Zayne
Target’s Name: Zenith (Zeni)
Target’s Age: 20
Target’s Species: Folf
Reason For Contract: This guy is a striker on my soccer team. He’s such a cute twink but although I’ve tried time and time again, he just refuses to go out with me. Apparently, he has a boyfriend. Well, if I can't have his dick, nor can his boyfriend. Cut off his dick, and while you’re at it, if he has no dick, take his useless balls too. See how his boyfriend likes him then. Who knows. Maybe when he’s been dumped, I’ll get a cute boy whose sheath I can fuck…
You will find him around the soccer field, there’s a game on Saturday at 10am but he usually gets there a little earlier than most.

There was a freshness to the morning breeze on a glorious sunny late April day. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the birds were happily singing, flying from tree to tree in the green college town of Northdale. 
It was an important day for the college soccer team as today they had the opportunity to seize the top spot in the group at the big game, so all eyes would be on their team at 10am… even more so on the team’s strikers. In the last game, they had pulled back from what would have been a two-nil defeat with their best striker Zenith scoring a hattrick in the final fifteen minutes of the second half, finishing the game with a three-two win and putting them in the position they were in today!
Zenith was in his dorm getting ready for the game. He had hit it pretty lucky when he’d moved in. The dorm he was assigned to was spacious, roomy, and he didn’t have a roommate. Instead, his room joined onto a communal area kitchen and lounge with three other rooms. He still had ‘housemates’ but they each had their own rooms which gave them all plenty of privacy for when they invited their partners over (whether it was permitted or not).
Zeni’s room was immaculate. His bed was situated under the window at the far end of the room with a desk against the left wall. The desk was, like the rest of the room, neat and tidy with a stack of photography books to the left and a large-lensed camera perched on top of those. Around the room were photos of forests and mountains, birds, and other wildlife that he had snapped himself and was proud enough to print out to adorn the walls.
The fox-wolf was currently standing half naked, wearing his white soccer shirt with large maroon arrows running in a vertical line pointing down and gradually tapering smaller from the top to the bottom of the shirt. He was pulling out a pair of black soccer shorts from one of the shelves in his small closet. 
He was a slim, athletic young folf, with teal fur around his head and around his back and tail. White fur was about his muzzle which spread down his chest to his arms and legs, with yellow accents in the fluff in his ears and down the underside of his tail fur.  As he stepped back from his closet and closed the door, his white furred sheath bobbed a little as he turned back to his bed and looked at it for a moment. 
‘Tonight’, he thought… ‘I’ll be cuddled up with my boyfriend!’ The folf smiled thinking about it.
His partner was heading over this evening, and he had been saving himself for days so that they could have some serious fun. The downside was that this had made him incredibly horny over the last few days, and as he looked at the bed, even the thought of cuddling had affected him. The tapered tip of his pink member had slowly started peeking from his sheath… 
He looked down, seeing his dick starting to grow and rolled his eyes with an amused sigh. ‘Oh, you would make an appearance now wouldn’t you.’ He thought.
He knew he had to save himself for the game. After all, energy was one of the biggest factors in maintaining stamina and being a striker, he needed all the stamina he could get when charging down the field, dodging defenders and getting lined up for the perfect shot at goal. 
‘But…’ he thought, sitting down on his bed, laying back, and bringing his legs up. ‘Just a quick tease…’ He moved his hand down to his sheath, gently grasping the soft downy furred sheath and teasing the tip of his length with a finger, letting out a needy moan. His member quickly began growing from its hiding place.
With the tapered head now fully exposed, he wrapped his hand around it as well as its sheath, gently squeezing and pawing as it grew further into his hand. 
Before it was even half mast, his length was already leaking pre, coating his hand and letting it softly glide back and forth over the delicate sensitive skin of his rapidly growing folfhood.
In no time at all, his length was fully hard, and his knot was filling out. He had to be careful with his length leaking so much pre and how pent up he was, as he didn’t want to push himself too close and knock himself over the edge.
He pawed back and forth along his length, biting his lower lip, letting out soft satisfied moans, coaxing himself closer and closer to the edge. At the moment he drew close, he let go of his throbbing length, waiting for the throbbing to subside; only to go back once more for a second helping.
He was panting lightly when he noticed the time… 7:45. He wanted to be at the Soccer field at 8:00 so he could be nice and early.
He reluctantly released his length and grabbed a couple of tissues to clean up the pre from his dick and hand, then slid himself up off the bed and paced around the room a little trying to get his mind off his raging boner.
Eventually, his member slowly retreated back into his sheath enough so that he could pull his boxer shorts on, followed by his soccer shorts, tenting for the moment at least as he finished pulling on his leg guards. 
He grabbed his sports bag and pushed a pair of yellow gym shorts and a navy-coloured t-shirt inside before slinging it over his shoulder as he set off out of his room, locking the door behind him and heading off out of the dorm into the fresh morning air.
As he walked down the street, he couldn’t help but smile at what a lovely morning it was. It wasn’t too warm nor was it too cold; it would be the perfect start to their match. Today was the day they were going to become the top of the group!
Not much further down the street was the soccer field and its accumulation of various buildings. Twomasks had been busy that morning, hacking into the college network and finding an exploit to gain access to the security cameras. He’d managed to stop them from recording, with the security room playing the footage from the previous day in real time so that the times were identical for when the security guard may come back for his day’s work.  After dealing with the cameras, he waited around the campus within sight of the entrance to the soccer field, keeping a sharp eye out for a cute folf heading in early.
Sure enough, Zeni came into view and Twomasks maintained a low profile, sitting on a bench eating a pastry.
Twomasks had come dressed in a pair of white sweatpants and a white and maroon hoodie sporting the team’s name: ‘Northdale University Nighthawks’. Alongside him on the bench was a small bag which he usually took out on jobs. 
Zeni padded up to the entrance gate, pulling out his student ID card and sliding it through the reader. It bleeped and the magnetic lock released, allowing him to push the gate open and head inside. This was Twomasks’ cue. He stood up from the bench and grabbed his bag.
He walked with determined steps, watching the gate close and lock behind Zeni while keeping an eye on the folf’s path across the field. When Twomasks reached the lock, he slid his skimmer device from the card reader and retrieved a small device from his bag, which had a blank ID card already inserted. He clicked the skimmer into the key writer, which beeped to confirm that Zeni’s card was successfully written. Taking the card from his device, he slid it through the gate's card reader. A beep sounded and the gate unlocked, allowing him to enter. 
As Twomasks paced casually across the field, he saw that Zeni had just entered the home team's changing rooms on the other side of the soccer field.
Inside the changing room, Zeni went to his usual locker, opened it, and slid his sports bag in. He liked to get to the soccer field early because he felt it helped ground him, while also giving him extra time to stretch and prepare. He sat down on the bench and closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet for a moment. 
Suddenly, there were three distinct knocks on the changing room door. Zeni opened his amber eyes, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked in the direction of the door. ‘Nobody else should be here this early…’ he thought.
He stood up and padded over to the locker room door, opening it to reveal a raccoon on the other side. 
“Hello?” Zeni asked with a kind voice.
“Hi!” Twomasks replied. “The gate was open, and I saw you walk in…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly to try to put a sense of shyness to his performance. “...and I just wondered if I could come in and see you... I’m a big fan, especially after your hattrick the other week!” he said, adding a tinge of excitement to his voice. 
“Oh! I guess the gate is sticking open again huh.” Zeni mused, scratching the back of his head. “It’s great to meet you though! What’s your name?” he asked. 
“Oh! Haha! Sorry, my name is Seth… I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you!” Twomasks replied. 
“Nah, it’s alright… it's not just my performance that wins games, I couldn’t do what I do without the rest of the team setting me up for the shots I make.” Zeni replied with a slightly embarrassed smile. Being a popular athlete on the college soccer team, he knew he had admirers but he had never gotten used to the attention. “Hey, do you want to have a look round the locker rooms? They usually don’t let in folks who are not on the team, but I can show you around really quick!” 
Twomasks nodded with a smile. “Heck yes I do!” He replied eagerly. He hadn’t expected it to quite be so easy, but then, he had heard across social channels that Zeni was a really nice guy that anyone would find difficult not to like. Despite his success on the field and his handsome features which he attributed to his fox-wolf heritage, the folf was also known for his humble and friendly nature.
Zeni stepped to the side of the door, gesturing with a hand. “Come on in!” he said, smiling enthusiastically.
Twomasks walked past the folf and looked around, pretending to be interested in the locker rooms. “Wow! So this is where you all get changed and showered, and attend your team talks and things!” 
Zeni closed the door and gestured for the raccoon to follow. “Yep!” he replied, walking over to his locker. “This is my locker, and yeah... I’m always here early before the match, as I like to be all prepared and relaxed and do my stretches and stuff.” the folf said, watching the raccoon taking in everything he was saying.
Twomasks looked over the locker and around the room. “I love how the room is set up, it’s like the base camp of an army before they set out to fight on the battlefield!” he said, thinking back to how it actually used to be before battles. He couldn’t help but think of the similarities…
Zeni nodded thoughtfully. “I hadn’t thought of it like that, but I guess it is, yeah!” he said before guiding the raccoon over to the showers. “So, these are the showers – a hot shower feels so good after a hard game”. 
The shower area of the room was a large, tiled area, with a five-foot freestanding tiled wall standing around six feet from one of the main walls of the room. Either side between the walls had a pipe with affixed shower heads so that when a large valve at the end of the room was turned, all the water would come out from all the showerheads and the team would have to shower communally together rather than in individual stalls.
Twomasks looked over the shower set up. “Oh, so you all shower together? I thought there’d be individual shower rooms?” 
“Yeah... I’m not a fan of it.” Zeni murmured. “To be honest, it can cause problems. There are a few guys on the team who really like me.” He said, blushing slightly. “I mean... really like me... if you know what I mean.”  He said, looking over to the side of the room slightly embarrassed at the admission.
“Well, it’s not surprising… I mean, you are a cute guy!” Twomasks said with a warm smile as he subtly eyed Zeni's form. His contact wasn’t wrong, the folf was a hot twink whether he admitted it or not.
“Haha, I don’t know about that…” The folf replied humbly. “Anyhow, it can cause problems, ‘cause they want to either be my boyfriend, or hook up with me. But I already have a boyfriend. We don’t fool around with others, and save ourselves for each other.” 
Twomasks smiled “Oh, that’s sweet, saving yourself for each other is so adorable.”
“Yeah, it's good you understand – but a few of these guys don’t. So, it causes a bit of friction between us sometimes… You know? Sometimes, it’s almost like they hope me and my boyfriend would split up or something so they could have a shot at me.” Zeni said, before giving the raccoon a slight smile. “But… I’m sure they don’t mean it like that. Maybe they just forget their boundaries sometimes.” The folf liked to see the best in others, and he couldn't imagine that a teammate he trusted out on the field would want that to happen to him.
Twomasks nodded. “I can see how that’s not great when you have to rely on each other so much out on the field, huh.” 
Wanting to change the subject with his cheerful mood diminished a bit from the topic, Zeni walked from the showers and over to the restrooms. “Well…” he said. “I don’t need to tell you about what happens here.”
Twomasks followed closely behind Zeni as they walked from the showers to the restrooms. Now standing behind the oblivious folf, he took out a cloth pad from the pocket to the front of his hoodie and scrunched it up a little, quietly breaking the vials of liquid stitched inside it before responding. “Actually, I bet some really odd things happen here from time to time, huh?” he said, grinning. 
Twomasks stepped right up behind the folf and wrapped his left arm around the male’s chest while bringing his right hand around with the cloth pad, holding it wrapped around the front of the folf’s muzzle.
Taken completely by surprise, Zeni gasped, breathing in the mixture of chemicals Twomasks had perfected. Before he could question what the raccoon was doing, he felt his usually sturdy legs going weak and then everything went black.
Twomasks pulled back a little as Zeni dropped unconscious, holding the limp folf tight with his left arm and pulling him back like a sack of potatoes to the bench right in front of his locker. 
He gently laid him back on the bench, the folf’s arms and legs hanging over both sides, as he pulled two pieces of cord from his bag to tie Zeni’s hands and footpaws under the bench. He stood up and looked over the cute folf laying unconscious in front of him.
“What a cute boy you are...” He said with a smirk, kneeling down beside the soccer player. “...and keeping yourself all pure for your boyfriend! What a virtuous cutie.” he said, moving his muzzle closer to one of the folf’s ears. “Though I know you can’t hear me, I’m going to share a secret with you.” He said quietly while reaching down to the soft bulge on prominent display in the front of the folf’s soccer shorts. “One of those jealous teammates wants you a bit more than you think…” he said before groping at the folf’s warm sheath. “And everything inside here, is no longer your boyfriend’s… It’s mine.” 
He grinned again and then moved away from Zeni’s ear, looking down the folf’s chest and stomach to the bulge he had just groped. “I love how soccer shorts accentuate bulges, even when guys like you are all soft.”
He moved down now to get a closer look at the bulge in Zeni’s shorts and gently rubbed his fingers over it. He felt how it twitched as he teased the folf, and could feel it already beginning to swell.

“How long have you been away from your boyfriend, I wonder?... heh... I don’t think he … or you… would be happy that there’s a raccoon getting you all excited now huh?” he said looking up to Zeni’s unconscious face, the folf’s limp jaw slightly open.
Twomasks groped once more, feeling the sheath filling up nicely, the tip peeking out already and the shaft rapidly starting to grow. “Oh dear. Look at you being so unfaithful. What a naughty boy you are.” he snickered as the boy’s member betrayed him, starting to tent his shorts as he lay there.
Twomasks now slipped his fingers into the waistband of Zeni’s soccer shorts and pulled them up over the tenting length, still barely hidden in his boxers, hints of pink skin being seen through the buttoned-up front. The raccoon slid the shorts down a little until the splaying of the folf’s legs round under the bench stopped them. 
He could see a large damp spot forming on the folf’s boxers. “Oh my. You really are pent up, aren’t you?” He said. 
Twomasks finally released Zeni’s fully hard length from its underwear prison, pulling them down to join his shorts halfway down his thighs. The fully hard, knotted canine length stood proudly, bouncing slightly to the folf’s heartbeat, warm pre leaking from its tip and starting to run down its warm silky sides. 
He grinned, looking at the folf boy so vulnerable yet so horny. Such a kind, wholesome boy with his dick eager for pleasure. He grasped the length and slowly teased his thumb over the sensitive tip, rubbing the ample pre over it and teasing round its underside, feeling it twitch and throb to his attention. 
“What would your boyfriend say if he saw you now…” he said, tutting and starting to gently paw back and forth over the folf’s eager length. He could tell it wouldn’t take much to set this rocket off, but he was deciding on whether to allow it or not. The boy was obviously pent up, and the thought about leaving him without a dick and balls to do anything about it was appealing. But this boy was a cutie, a kind soul with a good heart who had been saving his seed for his boyfriend and being so good for however many days that it had been... It may well be just as delicious to steal this folf’s seed to sample for himself before he cut the equipment off that made it…  
Twomasks pondered, looking over the cute unconscious boy laid out in front of him, whose dick was rapidly coming to the edge of climax… He let go, watching the member throb and bounce as its climax was denied, reaching down to the soft white pouch of balls below with a teal strip of soft fur running down the middle. He rolled the virile orbs around inside the warm sack, feeling their weight, knowing how heavy they would feel to the boy having not released in so long...
Twomasks brought his other hand up, and while one was teasing the boy’s balls, his other began once more teasing that delicious-looking length. He ran a finger from its tip, over its tapered head, down its smooth shaft, then around and under the handsome knot at its base. With every small movement his finger made, the folf’s member twitched... then, Zeni let out the cutest unconscious moan.
Twomasks’ ears perked up. He knew the sedative was wearing off and the boy would be coming round in a few minutes, but that cute moan had also helped him make up his mind. He moved his nose up to the tip of the boy’s length and flicked his tongue out, lapping over the pre-slickened member and loving the salty-sweet taste. He opened his mouth and slowly took the tapered head in, wrapping his lips round just behind the tip of that proud organ. He started to suck, swallowing down every drop of delicious pre that Zeni was giving him. The folf had a sweet taste to him, and by the looks of it was quite a productive boy.  Bobbing his head back and forth, his hand started gently squeezing and rolling those orbs within their pouch. 
Zeni’s length, after being teased endlessly over the last week, once more this morning, and now engulfed in warmth, couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out another unconscious moan as his body began to tense up, footpaws curling. Twomasks felt the boy’s dick throb and pulse, the knot swelling even more before suddenly, it began to shoot rope upon rope of thick, creamy, delicious seed into his muzzle. He swallowed it down hungrily as quickly as his future prize could give it to him… This seed that the folf had been faithfully keeping for his boyfriend, was now his appetizer. 
As the folf’s orgasm waned and the last drop of his savoury sweet seed escaped that tapered tip, Twomasks slipped his muzzle from it and pulled his bander out from his bag. The great thing about canine dicks… they stay up for a while, even after climax. 
He licked his lips and savoured the salty sweet flavour of the folf’s last fertile orgasm as he slipped the double bander down the canine length, stretched over the bulbous knot and then down behind into the sheath, before it was snapped off, digging into the flesh. 
Next, he reloaded his bander with two more elastrator bands and stretched them out, this time bringing it down to that fluffy pouch holding those precious orbs inside. He pulled the pouch through and pushed the bander up as far as it would go – before snapping those off too now. A quiet yelp came from the now semi-unconscious folf boy... he was coming round.
Twomasks took out a little tube of his numbing solution and applied a little of it around the banded part of Zeni’s dick, and then the same into the fur and flesh around the banded pouch of balls. He thought it would be funny to make the boy think its painless to cut off a guy’s dick and balls… That, and the less screaming there was, the less likely people would hear should someone be nearby.
He looked up at the folf as he slowly began to stir. Trying to pull his arms back and finding he couldn’t, a sleepy confused look spread across his face as he moaned softly and shifted in his binds. The blurry vision as he opened his eyes cleared for him to see the raccoon he had been talking to now down next to his still-hard dick.
He blinked groggily as his senses came back to him, before yelping “W…What the FUCK?!” 
“Oh, welcome back!” Twomasks exclaimed, resuming his act of being an avid fan.
Zeni tried to sit up, forgetting he was restrained and finding his wrists tied under the bench, along with his feet. “Erk... No… but what the actual fuck!? Untie me - right now!” he said, starting to get both angry and frightened.
“But I’m not done yet…” Twomasks said with a slightly disappointed tone to his voice.
“Please untie me, right now! And get the fuck away from my dick!” Zeni shouted at the raccoon.
“Hm... no. I need to finish first!” Twomasks said, grasping the folf’s dick in full view of the boy and licking the wet length clean. 
“GET OFF MY DICK!” Zeni snarled, feeling quite betrayed and very uncomfortable at having his folfhood teased by someone who wasn’t his boyfriend. “IT’S NOT FOR YOU!” he growled. 
“Well...” Twomasks said “I kinda like it to be honest. And I don’t take autographs from players I like.” 
“W-What!? So you go around sucking dicks instead of getting autographs?!” Zeni stammered, confusion joining the mix of emotions that was now coursing through his mind.
“No.” Twomasks replied.
“So… what… what the fuck are you doing then?! I told you – I’m saving myself for my boyfriend so please untie me and leave me alone!”
“Oh… Oh yeah. I ‘forgot’. That is a shame... you came while you were asleep. You’re very tasty by the way.” Twomasks grinned back.
Zeni let out a soft combination of a whimper and a whine when he realized the raccoon had more than taken advantage of him, and that all the edging and saving himself had been for nothing... 
Twomasks’ smile grew wider. “And yeah, I don’t take autographs. I take souvenirs.” He said, bringing up a sharp pair of scissors. Zeni’s amber eyes went wide and before he could even say anything Twomasks continued. “You know, it’s a little-known fact that you can cut a guy's most precious bits off, and it doesn’t even hurt!” he said, moving the scissors down to the folf’s banded balls and lining the blades up between the bands. 
“W-WHAT?! NO! WAIT, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!” Zeni said, all of his anger turning to fear and desperation. “What do you want?! I'll do anything!” he cried out, watching his precious balls being fed between the sharp blades of the scissors.
“It’s fine. I’m going to take what I want. You just watch.” And with that, Twomasks slowly started to close the blades together. 
At first, the blades squashed down the soft flesh of the pouch constricted between the bands, but as the resistance increased, it reached a critical moment. The blades began to cut, slowly and unrelentingly. The sound, what could only be described as hair being cut, rose from the blades as they sliced gradually through the folf’s pouch and the cords holding his balls to his body. 
There was a snipping sound – and the boy’s warm pouch came free in his hand. He held it up for Zeni to see.
Zeni couldn’t believe what he was looking at. His balls that he loved so much were no longer part of him... He laid there looking down his tummy with a horrified expression across his face, his amber eyes open almost as wide as his muzzle was. 
“By the way, your balls look great. I love the band of coloured fur down the middle here” Twomasks said running a finger down the soft treasure trail of teal fur splitting the severed pouch, and then giving those orbs a squeeze inside. “And no pain, see?” he added.
The folf whimpered weakly, still staring in shock at his precious sack in the raccoon’s hands despite not feeling any pain. “You… you have your souvenir… just… just untie me and go!” he said with a sob.
“SouvenirS” Twomasks said, accentuating the ‘S’ for plural and then reaching to grasp the boy’s erect dick.
Zeni’s face went from distraught to fear once more... “NO, WAIT! FUCK… FUCK NO!! NOT MY DICK AS WELL!!” he started tugging on his bindings trying to get free, but they were not budging.
“Yuhuh! Your dick too.” Twomasks said grinning and pulling out a sharp surgical scalpel. 
“PLEASE! I BEG YOU… PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY DICK!” Zeni pleaded. 
Twomasks ignored his cries and moved in close, pulling the folf’s fluffy sheath back so he could get a good view of the banded shaft inside. “Look, it won’t hurt.” Twomasks said grinning before pressing the sharp blade against the flesh between the bands, slowly slicing in and around the part of the folf’s shaft holding the boy’s dick to his body. 
“NO DON’T, PLEASE!” Zeni once more whimpered, feeling tingling and other odd sensations going across his dick as the raccoon sliced through the nerves and flesh deep behind his knot. 
Twomasks methodically continued, finally cutting through the last bit of flesh, the knife having come up against the bone inside which was typical for canine dicks and sat back up looking at the all but severed length. 
Zeni watched tearfully as the raccoon now gently teased his once-sensitive tip… he could feel some kind of tugging feeling in his crotch, but all sensation was gone... 
Twomasks took out one final tool which looked like a pair of wire cutters, two short and sharp sturdy blades on a hinge with handles. He set them down by the now exposed part of the baculum inside Zeni’s sheath and closed the cutters while holding the still hard folf dick in his other hand.
There was a snapping sound and Zeni felt the vibration hit his crotch, but once again there was no pain as his most precious, private body part was cut from him. He watched as the raccoon now lifted up his dick and brought it up so close to the folf’s face that he could smell his own familiar scent that he and his boyfriend loved so much. He couldn’t find words to say, sniffling softly and in complete shock.
“Thank you! I hope you do good in the game today!” Twomasks grinned, briefly admiring the handsome curves and perfectly preserved knot of the shaft before pushing the boy’s dick into his mouth, sucking on it while he moved his hand back into the bag and pulled out a small needle with a mild sedative in it. He took the cap off and jabbed it into the folf’s arm.
Zeni whimpered, with the last thing he saw before he slipped unconscious once more was the raccoon with his severed dick in his mouth…
Twomasks watched the folf slip back into unconsciousness once more and started putting his tools back into his bag, all the while with the folf’s severed dick in his mouth. He loved the occasional drip of the twink’s last seed escaping its tip onto his tongue. 
He placed the folf’s cute balls into his hoodie’s pocket and then pulled the severed dick from his muzzle, giving it one last lick like a lollipop before brushing it along the folf’s muzzle and hearing him whine softly even in his unconscious state as his nose picked up his own scent for the last time. With that, he stored the folf’s dick with the balls. “Yup, both you and your boyfriend are going to miss these things.” he snickered. 
He pulled up the folf’s boxers, seeing the damp spot on the front where not 20 minutes ago that severed meat in his pocket had pressed up against them in excitement, drooling pre… but now, those boxers simply rested loosely against an empty sheath. 
Zeni’s soccer shorts followed his boxers and as Twomasks looked at the folf’s crotch, he could still see a small soft bulge, though it seemed smaller and less pronounced than it used to be. Thinking to himself, he untied the folf’s wrists and ankles before pulling down those soccer shorts all the way and stuffing the garment into his hoodie’s pocket as well. “Might as well take one more souvenir… besides, that severed shaft would look great pressed against the inside of these shorts.” The raccoon then gave the folf a kiss on his muzzle, before reaching down and squishing his empty sheath through his boxers.
“Look on the bright side…” he said to the sleeping folf after moving back from his muzzle. “... at least your boyfriend has something extra to pleasure himself with now. Your sheath will make a lovely warm cock sleeve.”  He snickered.
Twomasks then dug through the folf’s gym bag, tugging the folf’s casual yellow gym shorts on him before positioning Zeni on his side as if he had taken a nap on the bench and standing back. “Sleep well, and good luck with that game. I hope you can find a spare uniform.” he grinned and set off out of the changing rooms, his hand in his hoodie pocket playing with his new prizes.