Warning: this story contains scenes of Non Consensual 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: 'The godfather of rats'
Target’s Name: Diego, Top man of the independent pornstars
Target’s Age: 32
Target’s Species: Bull
Reason For Contract: Teaching that big dicked brat a lesson. He was raised with money for sake to belong to the godfather, but thought he can become independent and film porn for a living. Get his entire 'manhood' at its peak of its pleasure. Cut it off when it's ejaculating, and leave everything in one piece. Afterwards, perform a cut or incision on his nipples, leaving him completely sexless.

The sky was opened by a beautifully forked flash of lightning, as bright as the sun, illuminating buildings, cars, people in an eerie blueish-white glare. For a brief moment, everything seemed paused in that brilliant clarity. Then came the expectant pause, as if all who had just witnessed the flash were simply waiting, counting, expecting the arrival of something powerful. 
Then it came; the crisp crack of something colossal shooting across the sky as if the enormous tree trunk of Yggdrasil, had been split in two, followed by the booming of the ground as it shook when the two halves collapsed and slammed into it.
The steady rain that had been falling for ten minutes or so suddenly became torrential. People on the streets in the busy town centre began throwing up umbrellas, pulling out shopping bags, newspapers – anything they could to try to deflect the rain from falling on their heads as they dashed for shelter under bus stops, shop fronts and bars. 
Inside one such bar, a large bull sat at a table with a wolf, drinking a cup of sake, watching the people rush in to escape from the sudden downpour. 
Inside it was dark and dimly lit. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the sky was almost as black as night during the middle of the afternoon with the rain laden clouds in the sky. It was a reasonably small room with room for no more than 30 or so people sat at tables. The bar was a dark mahogany wood, with beer pumps perched along its length, and behind was a large muscular lion of around 60 years age, wearing a polo shirt and jeans but all were clear this was no barman to trifle with – evidenced by his various scars about his face, and steely expression greeting those who entered.
The bull sat at one of those tables in a quieter corner of the bar was younger than the barman and around 32 years old. He was just as muscular and was dressed in a white t shirt, tight blue jeans, and a leather jacket with a furred collar. The standard sizes of clothes however were woefully inadequate for the shape of his body, but it played to his advantage as it emphasised his muscular physique. The t-shirt strained against his heavy-set muscles, especially his pecs which were particularly large, and the t-shirt material pulled tight across them. The rain hadn’t helped much either as with the t-shirt hanging slightly damp, it rested on all his washboard stomach muscles. He had two small horns coming from each side of his head adorned by gold rings as they met his head, and a golden nose ring going from one nostril to the other as you would almost expect to see with a bull of his size.
The wolf in contrast was reasonably plain. He was slim build, around the age of 25, sat there wearing a pair of dark blue sweatpants, and a grey t-shirt. He had a light jacket thrown over the back of the chair he was sitting on and was blushing profusely towards the bull sat across the table directly in front of him. 
“So, Diego…” the wolf said after the interruption of the rush of people trying to get into the bar. “You know I’m good to my word...” he said being cagey “the last couple of photos were so … so hot. I mean ... jeez. The whole world wants a body like yours...” 
Diego smirked and looked back at the wolf, loving the praise.
“So, er…” the wolf continued, now lowering his voice “Could you get me 3 photos of you laid back, dick out… and er ...” he rubbed the back of his neck “like ... jerking off.” 
Diego shrugged “Sure, but you know it’s going to cost you. Everyone is wanting a piece of this” he said gesturing to himself.
The wolf nodded eagerly “Well... er, yeah. I mean you’re the top man of the independent porn stars... if anyone wants a photo of anyone ... it’s a photo of you. How about ... $10,000”
Diego laughed out “HA! Really? That’s cheaper than last time. $15,000. That’s $5k per photo.” 
The wolf paused for a brief moment and nodded “ok, deal. Business is going well; I can afford to indulge a little bit. If you weren’t so expensive, fuck... I’d pay to spend a bit of time with you heh...” he said with the blush once more returning to his cheeks.
Diego leaned in a little bit “Well, let me know when you can afford it huh?” he grinned as the light glinted off his nose ring.
The wolf swallowed hard, and a drip of blood dropped from his nose to the table. He grasped at his nose and quickly wiped up the drop “Mmhmm!” the wolf said nodding behind his hands.
Diego stood up smirking at how the wolf had reacted and straightened his jacket “OK, I have your number. Ill arrange a meet up when I’ve got the photos for you. Could be later…maybe tomorrow.”
The wolf nodded back “Ok! … Looking forward to your message!” he replied as the bull turned to go to the bathroom.
Diego entered the small empty room with two urinals and one stall, walked over to the furthest urinal and unzipped his jeans, the zipper moving round the large bulge he sported no matter what pants he wore. 
He reached in and pulled out his dark uncut 8-inches-soft length and shook it slightly to loosen it off from being so cramped up inside his pants for a while. 
He then pulled back his foreskin a little and began to relieve himself.
At that moment the door opened and a rabbit boy of the age of around 20 with white and brown fur walked in, walked up to the urinal and pulled his own tapered bunny length out. 
Diego noticed the rabbit wasn’t actually doing anything... just stood in silence. He looked to his left and saw the rabbit stood, holding his own 4-inch soft dick, staring directly at his, double the size.
“If you look much longer, I’ll have to charge you, bunny boy.” Diego said.
The rabbit boy blinked and immediately corrected his wide-eyed gaze to the wall straight in front... swallowing hard, and his once soft length was now a six-inch boner... and still unable to pee...
Diego laughed, finishing off at the urinal and shaking off, tucking his dick back in his jeans. He walked over to the sink, washed his hands then before leaving the bathroom patted the stationary bunny boy on the shoulder. 
Diego stepped out of the door of the bar and looked up at the sky. It was still pouring with rain and the odd rumble of thunder was heard in the distance. He pulled out a leather cap from his jacket and put it on his head and stepped out into the rain…

Meanwhile, half a mile away Twomasks had been scouting out a large fifteen story condo. He knew his target who he’d spotted leaving earlier, lived in the very top apartment, but the front door seemed to be a less inconspicuous entry point given that there were a couple of guards stood inside sheltering from the rain. He was asked to be as low profile as possible and given that he didn’t think it would be appropriate to take out the guards, especially as they worked for the guy that had hired him for this job. 
Instead, he walked round the outside of the building as the thunder rumbled above. He was in his usual black hoodie and sweatpants, but he had a large lightweight black raincoat on with its hood up and over, with the rain streaming off it. He found what he was looking for on the back side of the building. A large red door only able to be opened from the inside; a fire escape.
He looked at the door and pulled back his hood, pushing his ear against it and started tapping methodically down the door panel, listening for a difference in tone. As he approached where the door push bar mechanism was located on the back of the door, the tone changed from hollow, to a deader sound. He took note of the size of the mechanism and then stood back, once more pulling his hood back over his head.
He pulled out a small electric drill from his kit bag, he placed a small drill bit in and tightened it up, testing it turned true. Then he pushed the drill bit up against the outside of the door behind the bracket on the inside. 
He waited for the next boom of thunder before drilling at full speed. The drill bit quickly went through the outer door and met metal on the back side of the bracket affixed to it. He paused once more as the thunder quietened and waited for the next clap. He didn’t need to wait long, and as the boom once more rang out across the city, Twomasks powered through, the drill bit forming a neat hole in the metal and the drill slipped forward into the void of the mechanism. 
Twomasks now withdrew the drill bit and pulled out a small endoscope looking rod. On one end it had some little button controls, and as he fed it through the hole, he manipulated the buttons, moving the tip of the rod into a hook, and catching on the lever that held the latch. With one swift tug – there was a click, and the door swung outward towards him. He was in. 
He packed his drill and endoscope device back into his bag, and walked inside, checking the area for any cameras, but it seemed it was all clear. It wasn’t after all, a high security place. Just a large building with apartments where people lived. He quietly shut the door behind him and took off his raincoat, shaking the water off and rolling it up to store away in a pouch on the front of his kit bag. 
The room he was in was effectively a concrete area at the foot of some industrial looking concrete stairs. He walked over to the middle and looked up through the railings. They stretched the full distance up to the top of the building… all fifteen floors. 
‘Good thing I didn’t bring the guillotine...’ he thought to himself as he started on his journey up the stairs.

Diego had just arrived at the front of the building and used his key card to enter through the main doors. 
“Hey Diego” said one of the guards who happened to be a German shepherd dog “You busy with work still?” 
Diego Nodded “Yep, life is good heh.” he said walking past them and pushing the button for the elevator.
It was true though. As he stepped into the elevator and headed up, he thought about how things had gone. He was taken in by the godfather of rats, who was his sugar daddy for years. He liked the money, treats and things that came with it, but eventually he simply got tired of being an old man’s toy… He decided to go it on his own. He knew how much people loved his body; his ‘assets’ and he knew exactly what he could do to make a life for himself. The porn industry. 
He thought back and remembered how he’d made his first videos and photos, and how they’d gone wild – people paying huge sums to see them. He rapidly became the number one star in the independent porn industry, and he had no humility about it, he knew it was simply because he had the best dick, the best body and people wanted him.
The elevator binged and announced the 15th floor, and the metal doors slid back revealing a short corridor. To the left, a fire exit, and in front down the 3-metre corridor his door. The only one on this floor. He walked out and to his door, tapping his key card on the entrance and walking into his apartment.
The apartment was minimalist, a comfy sofa sat across from a large tv mounted to a white wall, in the corner a walk-in closet with dark smoked glass in the door. A small cabinet by either side of the sofa where on one sat a coaster with a half glass of water that he had left there earlier, and a plush rug in between the sofa and the tv.
Around the room were photographs that he had taken, not of landscapes or nature, but of himself, naked. He had never loved anyone as much as he loved himself. 
As he walked in, he walked into his bedroom, which was also minimalist and clean, with yet more photos of himself framed, and affixed to walls. He pulled off his jacket and hung it on a coat stand, then pulled off his damp t shirt and tugged it up over his head, pulling the wet leather cap off with it. He tossed it into a corner where he would deal with his damp clothes later. Next, he unzipped his pants, unbuttoned the waist, and pulled down his jeans, letting his package finally fall free, swinging between his legs as he stepped out of them. 
He now stretched and looked at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles and grasping his flaccid uncut dick, teasing the tip. He always felt most comfortable when naked. 
By a bedside cabinet sat a large expensive looking camera mounted to a tripod, which presently was angled towards the bed from a video he’d been filming of himself the previous evening. He walked over and picked the legs and camera up and took it into the living room where he set the legs up in front of the sofa, pointed down at it.

Unknown to him, outside in the corridor, Twomasks opened the fire escape door and looked down at Diego’s apartment door. He quietly walked down towards it checking it out, and though he could easily bypass the security, he could hear inside the bull padding about now, so must be back in. He glanced around and spotted a water maintenance hatch on the wall mid-way down the corridor. 
He padded over to it and used the corner of a key card he had in his pocket to turn the plastic turn lugs on the corners of the hatch. The hatch came off easily and he set it against the wall.
He looked in and was impressed at how well built the place was. There was a crawl space inside giving access to all the water pipes which must be hooked up to the bull’s bathroom. 
He crouched down and crawled into the darkened space, the only light for now was the light from the corridor and what appeared to be the light coming round the crack of what appeared to be another maintenance hatch on the bathroom side.
As he neared the other hatch, he listened to see what the bull’s footsteps were doing. For the moment at least they seemed to be heading away. So, he used his fingers to undo the latches on the inside of the bathroom hatch and quietly pushed it open, revealing the gleaming white tiled bathroom beyond.
As he stood up in Diego’s bathroom, he looked round to find no expense was spared with this place. It had a whirlpool bath with golden taps and fixtures, a separate large shower with yet more gold fixtures, even the toilet was a fancy electronic one with a control panel beside it. 
He moved over to the closed door and listened intently – there was no noise, so he opened the door just a crack to get the layout of what was beyond. 
The bathroom opened out into the lounge, and he managed to just catch the bull’s tail slipping through the door on the other side of the room, heading into his bedroom. He scanned the lounge, spotting the camera set up on legs and the closet the other side of the room. The bull as he knew, was too big to physically overpower, but he had other ideas about how he would deal with this guy, and the glass on the table by the sofa may well be that answer.
He grabbed his bag from the hatch, and quietly walked across the living room over to the closet. He opened the door and thankfully there wasn’t a great deal in there, other than some magazines with Diego posing on the front covers. He pulled his bag into the closet and closed the door behind him. It made for a superb spot to hide for the moment. The smoked glass couldn’t be looked through from the lounge, but in the dark of the closet – Twomasks had a perfect view out at what was going on there.
Diego walked back into the lounge, and spotting the drinking glass on the cabinet he walked over, his large package swaying as he did, picked up the glass and went to the kitchen to fill it up with water. He then returned, placed the full glass back on the cabinet and then looked over to the camera. 
Switching it on he changed a few of the settings and looked over at the lens. He decided he wanted a slightly different focal length for what he was planning, so he uncoupled the current lens from the camera and walked back out to his bedroom again.
This was Twomasks’ cue. He pulled out a small plastic box from his pocket and took out what looked like an effervescent vitamin tablet, though it was white. He slipped quietly from the closet and dropped it into the glass before returning swiftly to his hiding place. He watched as the tablet sank to the bottom of the glass and began to fizz. Twomasks had hoped it would fizz away quick enough that by the time the bull came back into the room, it would have settled… but he started hearing the heavy thuds of the bull’s feet on the ground and the tablet was only three quarters dissolved …
Diego walked into the living room once more, focussed in on the camera as he wanted to get the new lens on as soon as he could, so that dust wouldn’t gather on the sensor inside. He clipped the lens onto the front and checked how the scene looked on the screen on the other side. 
Twomasks stayed focussed on the glass, the last of it had dissolved now while the bull was busying himself with the camera, but there were still bubbles rising and settling at the top.
As the last couple of bubbles settled, the bull switched the camera to record, turned to look over to the water and picked it up. He took it to the other side of the couch, where the camera was focused and set it down on an identical cabinet there. Now turning his attention back to his favourite thing; himself.
He had set his camera to video record rather than still shots. He had long ago realised, that still photos could be taken from a good enough video, and then after photos were given, the option of upselling the video for even more than the photos cost the buyer was often too good of an offer to miss for them. He stood, centre of the frame in front of the sofa, moving his hands up to his large soft chest muscles, gently squeezing and kneading at them. He teased over his nipples while letting out a soft groan… if there was anything he loved as much as his package, it was his nipples. 
His large soft 8-inch dick was already starting to rise up some, and while one hand now continued to play with his nipple, his other moved down to grasp his growing dick, teasing at his foreskin as it rolled back behind the head.
It didn’t take him long to get to his full size. Bulls were often known to pack huge junk, but Diego had something that almost everyone was impressed with. His full length was 10-inches, and now he was fully hard the girth was that similar to a can of soda… Under hung a pair of sizable balls swinging freely and needy for some action. 
Twomasks licked his lips in the closet watching the show the bull was putting on. This guy’s package was impressive, and he was looking forward to denying its soon to be previous owner of its benefits and claiming it for himself. 
Diego now sat down on the sofa, pulling one knee up towards him, while the other leg lay out hanging off the side. He grinned as he looked at the camera, starting to slide his hand back and forth over the large dark rod in his hand, the focus on the camera helping to bring out every detail on the flesh as the foreskin, though retracted all the way – still rolled slightly forward and back, helping his hand slip back and forth over the sensitive head. 
A drop of pre escaped the tip, and he quickly took the opportunity to dab a finger to it, moving it away to allow the trail to stretch out, before grasping and rubbing it around the head, making it slick and shiny. 
The bull took his time, teasing himself, having got all the shots he needed for today’s customer just from what he had done already, but he continued, stroking himself, and once more his other hand teasing and rubbing against his nipples, letting out a soft alluring moan.
As he closed in on climax, he paused... he didn’t want to cum just yet. He let go of his throbbing member and panted gently. He reached round behind him and took the glass of water and drank down the full glass before placing it down on the floor beside the sofa as it was simply easier put there rather than fumbling around behind him. 
He watched his dick bounce to his heartbeat, then moved his hand back to it once more, gently teasing a finger over the tip where more pre was escaping. 
As he once more took his full girth in his hand, he started to feel a little tired, but he continued to film his video, slowly and being determined that he would finish this film and go nap after. 
He began to draw his hand back and forth … quicker, more forcefully, but his arm became heavier, as did his eyelids. He began to gradually close his eyes, his hand still trying some semblance of jerking off before finally, his hand slipped from his dick, and dropped down from the sofa beside him as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Twomasks now emerged from the closet, walking up behind the camera, and turning the video off.
He looked over the unconscious bull, his dick still twitching being so close just moments ago and grinned, padding over to him and having a good look at his prize. He knelt down next to Diego and rubbed his hand over the precious length “Yeah, this is pretty sizable.” He said out loud as he gently ran his hand back and forth over the head. “Dunno about a meal, this is more like a family feast!” 
He stood up and tugged the bull’s legs round and then pulled back wards in order to get the bull off the sofa. 
The bull dropped like a lead weight from the sofa to the floor, but his head at least was cushioned by the sofa’s seats. Twomasks now pulled Diego onto his side and tied his wrists and ankles behind his back, then using all his strength, he heaved the massive bull back up, so he was in a slouched kneeling position, his legs splayed out a little at the front, his head hanging down to his chest, and his dick still pointing up, almost brushing the bull’s nose.
Twomasks knew, a guy this size was not going to be out for long with the sedative dose he’d put in that glass, and he wasn’t wrong. He could tell the bull was starting to come round from a couple of quiet moans that he seemed to emit as he was being manoeuvred.  
He swiftly took out a new device from his kit bag. It was a ring, 15 centimetres across with a wide rim, but plenty of space (he hoped) to pull through the bull’s package. On its top was a rectangular block with two buttons, one on the left, which was blue, and one on the right which was red. He moved the ring down to the bull’s dick and slid it down. This was the easy bit, as Twomasks now grasped the bull’s balls, he started having to force them through the gap left behind. The bull let out some quiet whimper sounds as he forced each of the large orbs through in their protective pouch, but finally it was done. Diego’s whole package was through the ring. 
Next, he took out a battery pack, it looked fairly sizeable, and had a lead coming from it that he plugged into some small prongs that stuck out of the side of the ring with the blue button. Then, he pulled out a small metallic gas cylinder, and pushed it into a hole on the right-hand side, with the red button. There was a small hiss as the cylinder engaged, and the device was set. 
Diego began to stir. He began to move his head a little, and groan, pulling a little on his arms, finding them restricted behind his back. Twomasks however was now collecting the camera on the tripod and shortening the legs, pointing the camera right to the bull’s prized package, and set it to record with no audio. 
Diego was now almost fully awake, he raised his head up and looked forward, seeing a dark blurred figure in front of him, and as his vision cleared, he saw the raccoon looking menacingly at him. 
“Hi there.” Twomasks said “I’m here to help you record the ULTIMATE porno.” He said grinning “Though, to be fair, it’s a little niche.” He snickered.
“W…What?  … who the hell are you?” Diego said looking puzzled, trying once more to pull his arms forward and finding them tied behind him “And … I never agreed to a bondage video!” 
“Oh, that’s right. But you didn’t agree to have your dick and balls cut off when you cum either did you?” Twomasks replied bluntly.
Diego paused for a moment. The delivery of the last thing said was so matter of fact that he had to rewind it in his head to double check what he had just heard. “Wait…. What?”
“I said...” Twomasks said moving a little closer “You didn’t agree to having this lovely lump of meat here …” he said grasping the bull’s dick and working it gently with his hand “Cut off when you cum… Did you.” 
Diego blinked … That was what he thought he heard. “Wait ... wait ... no. No I didn’t. So ... er … how about we cancel this, er… let me know your number and I can talk it through huh?” he replied trying to be almost business like
“Erm,” Twomasks said briefly pausing “No.” 
“YOU CAN’T TAKE MY DICK! I … I … How the fuck could I live without my dick!?” Diego blurted out.
Twomasks rolled his eyes, he’d heard this from so many in the past “Actually? You can. Girls live all the time without dicks don’t they!”
“Well... yeah... but … but ... PLEASE! Don’t take my dick! I beg you please don’t do this! I need it! I…. I wouldn’t be me without it!” Diego pleaded starting to tear up.
“Well, how about, we do a deal.” Twomasks said “If I can’t get you to cum, you can keep your dick. If you do cum, I’m taking it. Oh. And your balls too.” He grinned.
Diego couldn’t believe he was even in this position… trying to make a deal for his precious package “No! I can’t risk losing it!” he cried out. 
Twomasks sighed. “Ok hot shot, here’s what’s happening. You are going to try to hold off from cumming, because the moment you do – your whole package is mine.”
Diego quickly replied “Don’t do this … just … ill … I’ll pay you! Ill pay you for every photo, every video! Ill give you everything, please, whatever you do, don’t do this!” 
Twomasks had given up caring, or trying to persuade the hunk of beef now, he was going to get on with his job. He ignored Diego’s protests and began to rub his hands back and forth over the now semi hard length. It twitched and throbbed in his hands, still needy and still wanting release, and rapidly firmed back up in his grip, betraying its owner who watched on in disbelief. 
As the raccoon began skilfully using his hands to rub back and forth, Diego could feel his climax beginning to rise … ‘I should have jerked off this morning, then I could have lasted longer!!’ He thought to himself, and beginning to think about how his dick was being unfaithful to him, betraying him, pandering to the raccoon’s will even if it was going to spell its demise!
Twomasks seized on the pre leaking from its tip, slicking up the length more so now, all the time making sure the camera catches every twitch and throb the package shows.
Diego could feel the climax coming, building. He started trying to take his mind away from what was happening, anything else, trying to stop himself from cumming, he just needed to hold on! ‘... Dead birds! ... think of dead birds!’ he desperately thought to himself. 
Twomasks grinned as he saw the bull starting to panic, struggling, and trying to deflect his thoughts from cumming. He pressed the blue button now, and the ring bleeped quietly.
Diego started to feel a warmth coming from the ring wrapped around his package. A warmth which began to permeate into his package a little … his mind wandering back to his dick was a mistake though. His climax was almost on him, he was on the edge. He started tensing up, his dick starting to flare... ‘NO!!...FFFFFUCK!!” He shouted out as his dick began to pulse, and pleasure shot through his crotch.
Twomasks was ready, and as the first rope of seed shot from the bull’s hefty dick, he pressed the red button on the ring.
There was no delay, the valve was opened, the gas cylinder shot its gas forcefully into the ring and the blades concealed around the ring shut closed in a fraction of a second. Adding to the effect, the warmth Diego had felt coming from the ring was its pre-heat cycle which heated the blades up to glowing temperature. The blades sliced through Diego’s precious meat while searing and cauterising as they went.
Twomasks watched as the huge package simply dropped forward with a dull thud to the floor, the remains of Diegos seed and clear liquid shooting from the hole left in his now smooth crotch, with nothing but a burnt ring of flesh. 
It had all happened so quickly that Diego hadn’t realised it had. That was at least until as his orgasm faded and he opened his eyes to see his precious dick and balls, laid on the floor with his seed slowly oozing from the head forming a small puddle on the floor.
“NO! FUCK NO!!” he cried out.
Twomasks picked up the cutting tool which was now loose on the ground between the mutilated bull and the package it had severed and reset it, putting it back into his kit bag. 
Then he lifted up the bull’s package, the balls hanging from the base of the still hard dick and held it up for the camera so it could see the last drips of the bull’s final fertile orgasm oozing from its tip. 
He now moved it out of shot and licked Diego’s severed dick clean, loving its musky salty taste “Mmm... looking forward to trying more of this later” he said grinning and dropping the package into his kit bag and pulling out a knife. 
He switched off the camera and turned to the sobbing bull.
“But there is one final thing I need to do.” He said menacingly.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” Diego cried out through his tears.
“Oh, I won’t do that.” Twomasks replied.
Twomasks now moved the knife down to the bull’s right nipple, then pressing the blade firmly right against the centre he drew his hand down, slicing it in two and a little way into his pectoral.
Diego cried out in pain. He was broken. He had no more strength left in him to fight anymore.
Twomasks moved his knife now over to his other nipple “One final cut, and we are all done.” He said and sliced through Diego’s other nipple. 
Diego once more squealed out in pain, which would have seemed alien to anyone seeing such a large bull such as him making such a noise. 
Twomasks wiped the knife clean on the bull’s chest fur and put it away in his kit bag. 
“Ok hunk, we are done here.” Twomasks said, zipping up his bag and then taking the memory card out of the camera. “Have a good life... It may be difficult to take dick picks now though!” He said snickering, and walked to the door of the apartment, and exiting – leaving the bull sobbing, still tied up on the floor, surrounded by photos of his body as it once was and of the proud manhood he once possessed.

Twomasks left the same way he came in, down the fire escape and out through the back of the building. The rain had stopped now at least, but the sky was still dull and overcast. He’d arranged to meet up with The Godfather of Rats at a location in the industrial outskirts of town, so that was where he was headed first. The sooner he could do this meet up, the sooner he could enjoy his prize.
It only took 20 minutes to walk through town, heading out into the once heavily industrialized sector. Now only a small percentage of the buildings were even occupied, leaving large warehouse units vacant and perfect for a meet up such as this.
The warehouse Twomasks had chosen was large and had been vacant for at least a decade. The gates on the perimeter were hanging off and had long seized up, providing just enough space for a car to drive through carefully. And sure enough, parked outside the rusty entrance door to the building was a large black limousine. Standing by the door, was a German shepherd guard. He looked to be in his early 20s, stood in a smart black suit and white shirt, black tie, but holding a gun.
As Twomasks approached, the guard raised his gun and pointed it at the raccoon. 
Twomasks continued without hesitation, rolling his eyes, and simply said “If you value your dick, I’d put that thing down”. 
“Who are you?!” The guard said firmly.
Twomasks walked right up to the guard, knocked the gun to the side and grabbed the dog’s package through his suit pants “You’re here to wait for a raccoon, carrying a bag to come meet up with The Godfather of Rats… And when a raccoon, carrying a bag walks up to you, you ask who I am?” he said giving the dog’s package a squeeze, exploring, and finding out what he had inside.
The dog squeaked slightly as his bits were being groped “Oh... oh … uh.” he said swallowing “… g…go on in…S…sorry” he said looking back blushing.
Twomasks let the dog’s crotch go and opened the rusty warehouse door, it making a loud squeaking noise, leaving the guard outside with a tent.
The warehouse was empty, just a few old empty wooden crates strewn around the place, the roof had holes in it and water was dripping down into puddles that had formed during the storm that had passed through. 
In the middle of the room was stood an elderly rat with grey fur, standing fairly short, wearing a smart suit and a large fur coat over his shoulders. Either side was another German shepherd guard in their twenties and a badger who was in his 30s. Beside the badger was a black case on wheels which the badger was preparing by pouring in a viscous fluid.
Twomasks called over to the group “I have a package for you!” he grinned “don’t worry, I don’t tend to leave these on the doorstep for your neighbours to steal.”  He said walking over to the elderly rat.
“The deed is done?” The elderly rat said looking back at the raccoon with a stern expression.
“Yes, and as per your request, removed at the moment of Diego climaxing…” he said opening the bag and lifting it out “and, in one piece, his entire package.” Twomasks said offering it to the old rat.
“That is good.” The rat replied and gestured the badger go to retrieve the severed bull package. “Take a mould of it. I believe it would be most useful.” The rat grinned.
The badger walked over and didn’t look especially keen at taking the hefty length from the raccoon, but he did and took it over to the case on wheels. 
The rat spoke up once more “The boy was impertinent. Was given everything by me only for him to leave me and think he could go make a life out of the things that were once mine?! No. No one betrays my trust like that. Now he can live life sex-less and see how life really can be” the rat said.
The badger had fed the package into the box, there was a gentle humming noise as the machinery inside formed a mould around the severed meat, and after just a couple of moments – the box beeped, and the door opened once more.
The badger carefully pulled the severed backage from a perfect mould of Diego’s once so proud manhood and handed it back over to Twomasks.
“Thanks,” Twomasks said putting his prize back into his bag once more “but there is one other thing I got for you.” He said grinning and walked over, placing the memory card into the elderly rat’s hand.  “This is the last video he ever made while he was ‘whole’, and also shows you his emasculation. I’m sure that’s something that would interest you”. 
The rat grinned “Yes I believe it does.” 
Twomasks now turned and headed out of the warehouse, closing the door, and turning to the guard outside “You have a nice dick by the way, pup.” He grinned “It’d be a shame if you lost It, wouldn’t it?” 
The guard blushed and looked a little worried as Twomasks headed across the yard and out of sight. 

Three months later…
Diego had recovered from the injuries he had sustained, having been found in his apartment by the guards in the building who hadn’t seen him head out for his usual gym session that evening.
His nipples had healed but the scar tissue took all sensitivity away, leaving them utterly useless to him now.
Diego had struggled greatly. He had nothing to make money with anymore. He had had to take down the photos on the walls in his apartment as they were nothing but a sad reminder of what he had lost, and he had now had to find work anywhere just to be able to pay for food and other essentials. 
He had never worked a real day’s work in his entire life, and now he was stocking shelves in a supermarket…
He was in his uniform, lifting cases of canned soup onto a shelf when he felt a tap on his back. He turned round to see a ginger cat, about 23 looking at him with a grin.
“Hey, I know you! You’re Diego, right?” the cat said.
“Yeah.” The bull replied, sounding a little downtrodden.
“Yeah, heh you’re the guy that had this HUGE dick” the cat continued “but I saw the last film, how you had your whole ... package cut off?? Hahaha, that was some fucked up stuff! I should grope you! Since there’s nothing to grope it’s not illegal right?” the cat joked 
“Just …. Fuck. Off.” Diego said angrily to the cat.
“Diego?” said a stern voice from behind him. 
Diego looked round to see his supervisor stood not 6 feet from him. 
“Into the office. Now.” The supervisor said. 
‘This day is not going to end well’ Diego thought to himself, leaving the cat laughing behind him.