I was never very big on previews, and apparently, neither was my date. By the middle of the first commercial, I reached for the popcorn and got a handful of warm, tacky wolf dick. In the dim, shifting theater light, I could see Jake’s grinning fangs and his gleaming eyes. I couldn’t tell if his dick was black or red, pink or purple. It was a dark-colored blob of manflesh, pulsing softly between my softly furred fingers, twitching with the big wolf’s heartbeat. 

	I rubbed my thumb up, over the slick slit at the end of that wolfstick, leaning in to nuzzle against one perked ear. “This isn’t melted butter, is it?” 

	The wolf shifted, and Jake’s warm hand cupped behind my neck, urging me downwards. “Give it a lick and find out, Ben.”

	With such persuasiveness, how could I say no? It’s not like there was anyone else around us, and the commercials were just atrocious. I don’t go to movies to watch spoilers for other movies, after all.

	His flesh was salty, coppery-tangy, with a bit of sweetness. Reminded me of gatorade. My tongue lapped, my lips gripped, and my hand slid in against his furry belly, up under his shirt. I stroked him, head bobbing, warm wet mouth leeching at his stiffened flesh. He was hard almost instantly - my mouth just has that effect. As he gouged my gullet, I tasted along a vein’s bulge, enjoying how it turned saltier, muskier as I neared his knot. 

	I was surprised, honestly. He tasted clean, well as clean as you would expect from a wolf, but, well, I couldn’t put my tongue quite on it. There was something missing from his flavor profile. He tongues against his flesh harder, gorging myself as I tasted, savored his salty rubbery cock. Nursing and slurping with growing wetness as my spit ran down into his loose sheath. 
	
	What was it? I needed to know. The fellation was almost secondary to the need to pull his flavor from his shaft. His hand pushed down on my head, gripping that looser skin at the scruff of my neck, pulling me back up. Whatever, he can play the dom if he wanted, I was still the one doing the sucking. I licked into his slit, tasting the fresh precum that oozed up from within. Yes, that’s where the flavor was. Or wasn’t. I wrapped my other hand around his knot, squeezing, holding it, as I focused just on the tip.

	He hissed, tried to push me down over him, but I nibbled around that delicate tip, feeling it harden and tense, bulbs inflating in my grip. Come on, you fucker, the commercials are almost over, give me your fucking seed. I swirled the underside of my tongue along the tip, getting it used to that glossy slimy caress, then rasped at his frenum with it, lapping hard and fast.

	That did it. Jake growled, low and deep and sexy, and I found half a foot of dick speared past my tongue. I latched on, gulping as he seeded my throat, fingers kneading his belly fur. Good wolf, feed the fox. I pulled back when his arms slumped down, cleaning up the slime that still seeped from his dick tip, getting a tongueful to roll around in my mouth. 
	“So? Buttered or not?” That grin was back, lazier though, and sated.

	I pulled my hand from under his shirt and used it to wipe my lips dry.

	“You taste funny.” I squinted at him, accusingly. “Are you sick? Do you smoke?”
	
	He chuckled, eyes pulling away from mine, to the screen. “Movie’s starting.”

	It was, but I hadn’t paid for the tickets anyways. I pushed at his bicep. “Hey, seriously. I’ve never tasted someone like you before. You taste, like, like skim milk and gatorade. What gives? Are you on some special diet? Medication?”

	The wolf didn’t respond except to tuck his sheath back into his pants. There was already swelling music, and some stupid bitch complaining about cobwebs. What a dumb fucking movie. I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

	“Seriously, do I need to get tested for a yeast infection, or something?” I leaned over, grabbing his muzzle behind the whiskers and pulling it to directly adress me. He growled. “Don’t think that’s going to-”

	“Ben, you reeeeally wanna know?” His nose was almost at mine, his eyes slitted. God damn I love alpha wolves. I nodded, tail flapping against the chairs behind.  “Fine. Go to the bathroom, and  I’ll show you.”

	“Show me, but what are you going to-”

	He growled again, and sat back in his chair, staring again at the screen. God, what a prick. Was he done with me? If I went to the bathroom, would he follow? Was he planning to just leave? Was this an excuse to just get me out of his mane for a couple minutes? I fussed with my soda for a bit, scraping the straw through the lid, up and down, up and down, and made up my mind. The cup put aside, I stood, and made sure to flick my tail in front of his muzzle before heading out of the theater. Stupid wolves.

	A minute later, and I was studying the condom dispenser in the middle of an empty bathroom. God, I felt cheap. I tried to pretend I was fascinated with the condoms, just incase someone jumped into the bathroom and saw me standing there. You never knew. Condoms were stupid. Who the hell needed a “Lion-tickler”? Barbs were annoying, painful, and generally speaking I thought that a vegetable peeler would save cat lovers a LOT of trouble in the long run. 

	I pissed a buck’s worth of diet perksi away, and had just tucked myself away when the door opened. It was Jake, glancing back outside before focussing on me.

	I found myself corralled into a bathroom stall, which was locked behind the wolf.

	“You sure you want to know?” he asked, smiling but without a hint of affection in his voice. I could feel my tail bustling up behind me, and I could feel my dicktip pushing against the zipper of my jean shorts. 

	I scoffed, folding my arms. “Of -course- I do. I’m a fox. We always want to know.”

	Jake unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the flaps to the sides to show off his nickel-furred belly, his thick-ruffed chest. I appreciated the sight, of course, but it wasn’t telling me anything other than that he wasn’t a herm. He watched me watching him, fingers resting on the button of his fly. I don’t know why, but I was fixated. I had just had his cock in my hand, in my mouth, but watching him slowly reveal it for me had me excited, like something entirely new. 
	
	It was black, after all, that sort of charcoally black that glints all slippery looking in flourescent light. I glanced up, and saw he was still watching me intently, like I should be surprised. 

	“Yeah, dick. So?” I unfolded my arms, and let him take my hand, bringing it to that lazily hanging hose. He had had the tethering tendon clipped, it looked like, which seemed to be more popular with each passing year. 

	“Amd?” He brought my hand to stroke that dangling flesh, and then pulled it to his inner thighs. I stroked up, feeling the fur tickling against my finger tips, reaching up and automatically cupping his balls.

	Only there weren’t any.

	There was a shock, a solid shock, like the jolt when you see a bug you’ve never seen before about to crawl over your foot. My fingers fished through empty space, further and further up, until I felt the area where his balls should be hanging. There was a soft ridge, just a flat line of flesh, and ,y fingertips traced it.

	I was in pain. My cock was jutting painfully into the zipper of my shorts, the flesh trying to pry the teeth apart. My head seemed to be filled with a heavy, sloshing liquid. 

	“You’re, you’re a-”
	
	“Eunuch?” he growled, and I couldn’t tell if it was in play or menace. “I’m neutered, but I’m just as much a top as any other wolf you’ve met.”

	“So that taste,” my lungs were empty - I had not been inhaling. I took a deep one. “that’s from you not having any... sperm...?”

	He leaned back against the door, fingers pushing down on his jeans. Narrow, muscular ass and powerful thighs slid free of the blue denim, and I got to see, eyes verifying what my fingers were telling me. I got closer, those questing fingers finding his cock and lifting it up, baring the nakedness of space that hung behind. I could see the curve of his buttocks meeting together, his tail pressed down against the wall behind. IT was no trick. 

	His shaft was warm and still slightly sticky with my spit from earlier. I squeezed it against his hip bone, dipping closer, sniffing. It all made sense, that clean but musky wolf smell, a combination of salt, burnt oregano, and lead solder. I reached down with my other hand, undoing my own fly, freeing myself. Air. Thank god. I could feel a slimy trickle dripping from the tip of my shaft already, so sensitive I could feel the fluid collecting around the tip. I didn’t care. I needed more.

	I leaned in the rest of the way, and my warm pink tongue pressed up under his sheath. There was the soft, shorter fuzz of his groin fur, oily and bristly. I parted it to taste the flesh. I found it. That ridge of scar tissue, where his maleness had at one time dangled, now just sealed off flesh. 

	His paw pressed against the back of my head, as I tasted, scouring that area. I kissed it, licked at it like a popsicle, his cock hardening in my grasp but I wasn’t interested in that now. He was so confident, so arrogant, so strong. How? I had never thought of neuters as anything but bitch-sluts, easy holes for the taking. That’s how they were always portrayed on TV, anyways. Jake was more male than I was, though, and I still had my balls.

	I found that ridge with my teeth, softly nibbling at it. The flesh was sturdy, of course, I wasn’t going to damage it with such playful teasing, but with my nose pressed in against his sheath, I could imagine, just for the moment, what someone - a long time ago, maybe - would have felt like with his balls in their mouth. My tongue was free to lick at that trapped ‘nub’ of flesh I had caught, and I teased just a little rougher with it.

	Fingers that were cupping the back of my head slid down to my neck, pulling me by my scruff yet again, away and free of his groin. 

	“You like it, don’t you, little foxie? The idea of a male without his balls turns you on?”

	I blushed, glancing down to my erection that peeked out from my pants. I nodded, though, I couldn’t deny it with such evidence, but I didn’t want to. He was hot. *This* was hot. 

	“Why don’t you stand up, then. Show me just how horny being neutered makes you.”

	I was standing without even thinking about it. If I was standing, my cock was on tiptoes. It jutted up, defying the wolf’s fingers as he reached into my open fly. I felt those thick, calloused fingers curl around my own soft, tender limes. My eyes widen as he smirked, a cruel smirk, and I thought he was about to hurt me, crush my grapes in his powerful fist. 

	He pulled them out, instead, lifting and holding and guiding them out into the open. Fingers uncurled, and he broke eyecontact with me to inspect me.

“Such a cute dick. Does he always get so excited when someone’s holding your balls?”

I tried to say something sharp and smart, and all that squeaked out was, “Nuh-uh.” God. That was lame. My tail flicked as he stroked his thumb over and between my softfurred plums.  Precum drooled down the underside of my angry looking erection. “I mean, it just, it’s not usually in this kind of situation.”

“Well, I don’t imagine you’re going to be in a situation like -this- again, little fox.” It didn’t matter that I was as tall as he was, I was a little fox, just a whimpering little subby bitch in his hands and smoldering eyes.

He re-gripped my scrotum, around the neck, pulling gently on them again. “Do you want to get bred, cutie-pie?”

I started to pant, stepping closer to him, gripping his shoulders and stabbing my cock at him. I had to take control of the situation again.  “You’re the neutered bitch,” I panted, giving my best ‘Imma Fuck You Up’ growl. 

He laughed at me. “Oh? And you’re the one dripping precum all over my hand.” He rubbed a knuckle up the underside of my shaft, making my ass convulse. Fuck, I was almost ready to blow and I hadn’t even done anything. “I don’t think you could make it all the way in, big guy, before you spewed your load. Of course, we can take care of that little problem, right here and now, can’t we?”

I was going to ask what he meant, but his thumb trailed over the neck of my scrotum, letting the tip of the claw scrape against my scrotum. Neutering? He wanted to neuter me? Here? In a bathroom?

Stammering, I pushed at his shoulders, not hard enough to pull away from him, but enough to get my point across. No. He leaned forward, nuzzling along my cheek until his dark cold nose was against my cheek bone. “You can pretend, but I can smell it on you. You like the idea, don’t you?”

I didn’t. I didn’t! He kissed me, then, silencing me with that strong ribbon of tongue, and I would have bitten him, bitten that scandalous tongue right off if he hadn’t grasped my cock. I melted, then, Fuck I was horny, it’s not like I could have stopped him anyways. He broke from the kiss, smearing our spit to my other ear as he slid past me. 

“These kiwis are gonna have got to go, my sweet little foxbitch.” A squeeze reminded me of what he talked about. I was lightheaded again, in a head space I had never been in before, euphoric and horny and almost brain dead with lust. “Oh, wow, your knot just got so hard.” He chuckled, squatting over the toilet, sitting down on it with his erection tapping against his belly. “Come on, sit in my lap and let me cut those fat nuggets off of you.”

I turned away. The door was there. I could open it. I put my hand on the latch, pulling it to the left with a squeak. The door lazily idled towards me, and I stood there, breathing the sour popcorn-buttered bathroom air.  A hand stroked down my tail, gripping at the tip. 

I whined, as the wolf slowly pulled at my tail. His other hand above the first, gripping, pulling. I took a step backwards, and then another, my calf bumping his knee. The door slid from my fingers, slowly swinging back closed. I could see just through the crack, as hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me down onto him. The tip of his erection was hot, blunt, hard against my ass, teasing just against my pucker before sliding up to nudge against my tail. 

	Trapped wasn’t the word I would use to describe the situation. I was trapped, but not by him. No, I was hooked, watching as the wolf’s hands slid down from my hips to my thighs, pushing my pants down my legs, bunched up over my knees. Eric pulled me back against him, his nose caressing along the edge of my ear. He reached, taking his wrists and pulling them away from me. “I don’t know if I want to be, to be, uh,” God! His nibbling was so distracting! “You aren’t being serious, right?”

	“Oh, I don’t joke around. I’m going to castrate you, my little morsel. Cut those full, heavy balls right off of you.” He switched ears, and I shuddered, feeling his hands move back to my loins. I watched as he made a loose fist, pulling it down over my cock. It was too loose to really touch it, just that short bristly fur between his fingerpads sliding against my enflamed erection. It was maddening. I was drooling in a steady ooze now, my balls aching, like I had sat on them. 

	“What if I don’t want you to...” I stammered out, pressing back against him, pushing at his arms. They didn’t seem to care that I was pushing at them, as that fist loosely tickled and teased me. Jake’s other fist reached past him, reaching into his pants pocket. 

	“What if you do?” He was holding a knot of leather, folding and rolling it between his fingers. His other hand did the same along my leaking erection, caressing the precum back up the shaft, smearing it against the tip. “What if you want me to cut  your big balls off?”
	“It’s not your place to do that!” I said, and almost as if in response, the bathroom door swung open. Oh God, how long had we been in here? There was chatter, the sound of shoes sticking against the dirty floor. Our door was open! I pushed with my feet, planting them against the door and keeping it pinned. Just in case. 

	Fingers wrapped around my balls again, lifting them from between my legs and pulling them over my thigh. I growled, and that hand left my cock, finger moving to press against my lips, as if to say “Shhh.” 

	“What a stupid movie,” I heard, with the sound of piss in the urinals to my left. “Can’t believe how unrealistically they portrayed the male stripper, it was like they’d never even been to a strip club.

	The finger left my lips, and moved down to begin to curl and truss up the neck of my sack. He was doing it, tying them up. If I said anything or protested, they’d hear, they’d throw us out of the theater, or hell, even have us arrested, but if I didn’t say anything, I could lose my nuts. It could all just be some power play, but why would it be? The wolves own were gone, and-

	A tight cinch dragged me back from the mania, and as I looked down I saw two knotted nooses around my pouch, one up high, one just above the bulges of my plums. One hand still cupped beneath those precious fruits, the other going back to caressing and teasing my erection. Though it had not been tied, it was almost unhealthily dark, veins bulging, the flesh so tight and painfully erect that even just the caress of the fur between his fingers made me squirm.

	The men finished washing their hands, and left the bathroom. I elbowed the wolf behind me, and reached down to fiddle with the knots. I couldn’t quite figure out how to undo them, my brain clouded with all of the sensations, the intensity of the situation. Maybe I didn’t want to. He took back over, gripping my shaft, pressing those rough pawpads against the damp flesh, just holding it. I groaned and craned my head back, onto his shoulder. He found my ear. Nibbled on the rim of it, whispering dirty things in my ear.

	“I know you want this, little fox. You want to have the big strong alpha wolf cut your balls off and make you his pretty little bitch.” His paw moved, just a bit, just enough to send a fresh bolt into my feverish brain. 

	I whimpered in response.

	“That’s not good enough, little fox. Tell me.” His masculine scent spiked, his erection grinding, hotdogging between my buttocks as he teased me. “Tell me you want me to cut these off.” That hand left my shaft, giving me space enough to breath, to clear my head. I didn’t want to though. I was deeper in lust then I’d ever been before, and I didn’t want to waste it. It was like a dream, a feverish vision, like he had connected with some baseline desire, something so deep and private I didn’t even know I had wanted such a thing until now.
	I was going to ask him to neuter me? Was I insane? Had he drugged me? I was exhilirated, it’s true, but it did not feel, I did not feel, like the moment was out of my control. I closed my eyes, as if to hide from what I was about to say. I would just open my mouth, and let my mouth tell him what it wanted. 

	“Nnnnnnngggfffff.” It was the sound of a whiny slutty fox. God, I hadn’t let out a bitchy yelp like that since my first boyfriend. There was a chuckle behind me, the wolf was enjoying my torment.

	“What was that?” He growled. My cock twitched through the air, a dry metronome ticking away the seconds. 

	“I said... I said to...” Why couldn’t I think? Why didn’t I care? My head craned forward,squinting at the dirty bathroom door. “... Duh.” I growled at myself. “Duh..duh-DO it!” HA! I said it! A wave of arousal soared through me, twirling and seeming to collect in my groin, my brain, my nipples. I was on fire. 

	“No, little foxie bitch, that’s not enough.” His hand slid down, back into his pocket. His fingers made it bulge as they tickled at something. “Tell me what you want, what you need.” His breath was as hot as his words, curling into my nibble-spitted ear rim.

	What a jerk. Why did he need me to say it? Wasn’t it enough that I was even willing to let him? It was like he was just rubbing it in my face at this point.

I shivered, cock twitching impatiently. Somehow I shaped my groans and growls into words. “Cut them off.” His fingers curled, gripped around my orbs, tugging at them insistently. They ached, my belly tightening with the strain of his tautness. He wanted more.  

“I..” I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was, though. I needed to. It was like I couldn’t stop myself, like an alien part of me had woken up and was throttling the moment for every last drop it could. I felt.. euphoric, slutty, debased as I slitted my eyes and craned my head back into his strong shoulder. His ear was right by my lips, and I felt at it, nibbled, sighing hotly up into it. “I need you to... To cut off my balls.” 

He wasn’t reacting. My cock was twitching against my belly, leaking, his knife was pressed lightly against my clutched sac, and the asshole wasn’t doing it. Coursing ripples of submissiveness, lust, impatience washed through me, and I squirmed, grinding my ass down against the neutered wolf’s hard cock. He was going to take my balls, whether he wanted to or not, couldn’t he see how badly I wanted this? How much I Needed this? 

 “Please... Please, Jake, cut off my balls?” I’d never been so vulnerable feeling.

	The knife. I hadn’t seen him pull it out of his pocket, I hadn’t even realized that was there, but it was, pressed against my scrotum, sharp and short and gleaming. I gasped as I stared at it, any pretense that this was just a little rough play with a hot wolf draining from the moment. This was real, and he was really going to do it. 

	“That’s right. That’s a knife.” He curled his mouth down, talking into my throat. I bared it to him, surrendering to him. “I’m going to slice your nuts off with it.” 

	His fingers had shifted, so that the knuckle of his thumb had slid up, past my sheath. It nestled there, just under and between the bulbs of my erection. It pressed, just a bit, just enough to rub my cock tip against my soft bristly bellypelt. I whined through my teeth. 

	Back, and forth, slowly, the knuckle rubbed. So gently. So miniscule. My cock surged, pushing back against it, my own hands grabbing Jake’s asscheecks and squeezing, hard. I was almost going to cum, I was so close. My fat fox kiwis were tugging against his fingers.

	I could feel the burn, now, on my scrotum, a thin line of raw heat where that knife was digging in. It was his thumb, I realized, rocking back and forth. It was sawing that knife against my scrotum, the blade kissing down between those tied leather bands. It was taking it’s time, parting through a bit with each tender nudge of his knuckle. Fuck. Fuck!

	There was this combatting haze of lusts in my head, the pure, animal lust of sex, the kind that makes you want to bury your cock in Anything and breed it and make it sire your foxlings, and another, more mental, electric kind of lust, the kind of lust that comes with fear and elation and doing the more perverse, hidden, deepest secret you have, the kind of thing that can only come around once in a lifetime, and then only if you’re lucky. 

	The blade touched naked nerves, cords, and despite the strangling straps, I felt every nick and notch of it cutting through. I whined, again, as his knuckle tickled and brushed under my knot, just touching, my erection so hard and dark and swollen that it didn’t even look like my own cock, anymore. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was his. I stroked my snout against his neck, smearing his gentle, dominant scent against my cheek. 

	“Take them, take them Jake, cut them off, do it,” I think I was saying it, but I wasn’t sure, I was just so, it’s hard to describe, I was so out there. I knew that what he was doing was wrong, taboo, illegal even. I knew that once he took them, I could never go back to the way I was, but I also knew that at that moment, I didn’t Want to go back. I wanted this, what he was doing, what he was taking.  I could have grabbed the knife away, or jumped off the toilet stall. I could have hobbled half naked to the concession stand and called the police.

	I felt the tautness in my scrotum go slack. Completely slack. No more knife, no more blade, no more pulling.
				No more balls.
	He’d cut them off. I opened my eyes, and peered past the overhang of his chin, to where his paw, splotched with bloody streaks, was already lifting up it’s prize. A fuzzy, heavy looking pouch dangled between his fingers, trussed at the top with a leather cord. It looked like one of the coin purses I used to play with when I LARPed Havens N Humans with my friends. It was... it was my ball-sack. My balls were still in it. Still full.

	I hadn’t climaxed. 
The wolf hadn’t either. I could feel his erection throbbing stiffly, the tip nudging under my tail, pressing, urging me to shift, just lean a bit and slide a bit and give it a nice new warm home.

He dropped his paw down, putting the knife back into his pocket, and stroking the underside of my ball-sack up along the underside of my cock. I shivered, cock lurching up against that fuzzy satin sack. It was cooler then I had expected, not cold, but not the normal temperature of skin. It added to the feeling of it being alien, not mine, just a prop or a fuzzy mitten or something.
	
	I guess Jake could see me struggling with the concept. Maybe it was because I pushed away from my own severed scrotum, instinctively pushing against his warm, thick, furry chest. He brought them closer, stroking them up my belly, a heavy weight. I could smell them now, the musk on them indescribably my own, but not a part of me anymore. 

	Wish I could say my mind boggled at the reality of the situation, that I was in shock, but I think that my mind had gone Tilt the moment I felt his scar. I was completely hypnotized with what was happening. I had already accepted it, and that, knowing that I was okay what had happened, just made it all the more thrilling. 
	
	Jake shifted underneath me, as he lifted my.. no, they weren’t mine, not anymore. His balls. He lifted His balls to my lips, and when I turned away from them, he grabbed my chin with his other hand and pulled it back to face them.

	“Look at what I found, fox,” he growled, softly, as he shifted again. I could feel that thick log of his, syrupy sticky, probing under my tail. He had shifted, and so had I, and now it could press inside. That’s exactly what he was doing. Pressing deeper. Getting into me. “I found a fox treat.” He chuckled.

	I pushed back against him, unable to speak, just watching his fingers holding that severed sac, lifting and jostling them against my lips.

	“Why don’t you give them a taste? Go on, give them a good bye kiss.”

	How could anyone say no? Not in that situation. As soon as he asked me to, I did, my mouth opening, my tongue pressing out against that fuzzy scrotum. Was it the front, or the back? I couldn’t tell. It had that masculine salt, that tangy popcorny oil flavor I knew so well.
	“Mmm, good little fox. Go on, taste them again. You’ve been Such a Good Boy, haven’t you? You deserve a treat.” A treat? His cock shifted, pressing through me, entering me. I felt speared, trapped, pinned and held down as he cupped behind my nuts and pressed them against my lips. He folded my own scrotum over my nose, so that I couldn’t breath. “Go on. Open up, little fox.”

	Yes, sir. I opened, feeling the weights pushed between my lips, the foxy treats slithering between my jaws to rest cool and heavy salted on my tongue. The wolf was grinding, pressing himself in, pulling out, slowly dryhumping through my slutty foxy rear, His slutty fox’s rear. 

	My balls filled my mouth, like two sheathed limes, fat and swollen and so full. He pulled the leather knotting off of the end, and reached in, hooking at the other end and pulling. Slowly he pulled my scrotum out, those two gelid, meaty glands settling one, and then the other, onto my tongue. Tasting them, it was... it was that same feeling I had when I touched his scar. It wasn’t so much the flavor? as it was the sensation. These were testicles, My testicles, that moments before had been attached to me. Now they were in my mouth, slimy, metallic, tangy, electric. 

	Maybe I gagged, or whimpered - I had no idea - but Jake ground up into me to the knot, and he brought my now empty scrotum down to my cock. It was slick on the inside, warm and ... well, the only way I could describe it would be to say it was ‘worn’ feeling. He slid it over the end of my shaft, just holding it there, and I think I had a seizure. I’m certain my eyes rolled, that my body shook, I just couldn’t quite contain everything I was feeling. When I settled back down, came ‘back’, there was something around my snout, holding it.

	It was his fist. He had encircled my muzzle in his fist, and he was squeezing. Squeezing my jaws slowly together. I burbled, tried to shake my head, even as I felt meat pressing against my gums, on either side. my balls  were too big to fit in my muzzle with my jaws close - they were wedged in between my jaws.

	Oh, God, he knew. He knew, and he was squeezing anyways. He was.. he was forcing me to bite into my own nuts. I wouldn’t be able to, they’d be lost forever if I did that. There was no going back. His fingers were so strong. I was So. Fucking. Horny.

	I let him do it, let him force me to bite into my own balls. They were tough, like overcooked eggs, and while they put up a good fight, us foxes have strong jaws, and sharp teeth.

The first one crumbled, oozing and splattering out as my lower teeth pierced up into it, breaking it roughly in half. The second one, it kind of exploded. The shell, it kind of split open, kind of like when you squeeze a grape too hard, you know? The insides just shot out, a warm, slithering, mushy lump of slimy meat that splatted over my tongue and almost instictively slid towards the back of my throat.
	
I don’t know if I would have shared them, with the wolf, if he had tried to taste them.
Something told me he had other things in mind, though. He had let go of my jaws, after he had felt my teeth click together, and he had moved his hand down to my belly. Holding me still as he fucked me. Fucked me hard, as I gagged, and chewed, and slurped down and gulped my own mass of testicles. The slimy masses turned into a gruelly, sticky paste, clinging to my tongue and between my teeth. They were so salty. 

I swallowed, obviously, being a fox, it’s what we do, and just because this load happened to be my own, and everything that Made my load, didn’t change my basic moral imperatives. I swallowed the last of them down, feeling them slither into my belly, my gurgling belly, and I let my head fall back on Jake’s shoulder again.

I could feel him wedging his knot up into me, in the middle of this dirty public bathroom, and I didn’t care. He had just neutered me, had just fed me my own balls, made me eat them, and I didn’t care. He was using my scrotum as a jerk-sleeve, stroking it over the tip of my cock, and I didn’t care. None of that mattered to me, at all.

I was climaxing. It wasn’t one of those earth pounding life traumatizing brain liquefying orgasms, but it was still the most lifechanging orgasm of my life. I’d never gotten off without my balls, before. I almost expected to feel them pulling up close to my cock, but all I felt was that raw, dull, aching feeling in my belly. Maybe my body was traumatized, from losing them, but my seed didn’t even overflow my scrotum condom. I still felt each and every pulse. It was bliss.

Maybe it was an indication of my place, now, as a good neutered little fox slut, my orgasms weren’t as important. Maybe that’s why none of that stuff mattered, because what Did matter was that Jake, My neutered alpha, My Master, was seeding me like the good little fox I was, and I was where I wanted to be, and I was happy.

A few minutes later, we had both come down from our respective highs. I was feeling vulnerable, now, insecure, maybe even used. Had he done this before? Was this his ‘gimmick’ to get into fox’s butts? I squirmed, his knot still keeping me locked on top. He growled.

“This toilet seat is digging into my ass. My legs are asleep.” He nuzzled along my ears.

“Well you should have thought about that before you decided to neuter and knot me in here,” I huffed, feeling defensive. I was defensive. His legs were asleep? Tough shit, I was NEUTERED! “Why didn’t you just clip me in the theater? At least there we had reclining seats!”

“You got a lot of spunk in you,” he chuckled. “The rest of the pack is going to love you.”

“A pack? Like, a wolf pack? With hairy horny growly wolves?” He nodded against my forehead. My tail started to wag. I began having thoughts of a foxslut being passed around like a communal chew toy. 

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad, after all.

THE END