Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Mild Hypnosis, Cooking + Eating (of the removed parts), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and semi-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

A strong breeze blew through the trees outside the bedroom window, the first of the leaves starting to fall to the ground signalling the warm summer was almost at its end, and the chill of fall was beginning to take hold. 
Inside, concentrating on building a Flego brick model was a slender 20-year-old otter called Nathan, dressed only in his grey sweatpants, half way through constructing a model of the leaning tower of Pisa. He’d been at it for the last couple of evenings, but it was Saturday afternoon, and he had plenty of time to put some extra effort into it.
Around the bedroom were other Flego models of ships, cars, and other landmark buildings from around the world. 
After finishing another layer he sat back and raised his arms up above his head letting out a big yawn. He’d spent most of the morning lazing in bed, then after some toast had spent the next four hours with his building project. Time to have a check of some emails! He thought as he got up from the chair and wandered over to his laptop, switching it on. Of course, it wasn’t just emails he was planning to check. 
After briefly checking his emails, he clicked into Furaffinity, checking the new submissions from the artists and authors he watched.. most of the images on the screen were pretty obviously angled towards footpaws. He clicked into the most recent; that of a cute otter guy getting a footjob by a raccoon. He could feel his dick growing harder instantly in his pants… 
It was one of those pictures where he couldn’t have commissioned it better. he had a bit of a weakness to raccoons, with their sneaky ways, cute masks and skilful paws… 
He moved his hand down from the laptop to his already tenting sweatpants… grasping at the bulge, squeezing, and teasing the still covered head with his thumb. 
He moaned quietly before finally standing up a little to slide his sweatpants down, pulling his briefs along with them, his 7 inch fully hard dick uncut dick bounced up and free, the foreskin pulled halfway back over the pink shiny head.
Nathan sat back down on his chair, wrapping his hand around his shaft and fixed his attention to that image… glancing about it. This wasn’t just any otter... that was him. The character in the picture even had an uncut dick like his and the raccoon’s footpaws were there, pressing up against it – pushing it down against his stomach… 
In his head he played it out, seeing everything in vivid detail…. As the raccoon pushed his footpaw down, sliding it up ever so slightly, the otter’s length slipped between two of the raccoon’s fluffy toes, getting trapped, tugged and squeezed…
He started pawing himself quicker now and his fantasy being played out in his head he couldn’t hold himself back for much longer… 
He gasped slightly, feeling himself right on the edge – and then, with a moan, he tensed up – shooting his seed up into the air, harder than he’d expected – shooting up and over his laptop’s keyboard – and over its screen... some of it landing on the face of the otter boy in the picture, and slowly starting to dribble down. 
“Ff…fuck!! ..” he said realising the mess as his climax faded, quickly grabbing a t-shirt out of the dirty washing hamper beside his desk, wiping his hands down quickly. He then stood up – his cock still dripping with cum as he started to try to clean the cum off his laptop’s keyboard before it gets under the buttons.
Five minutes later and he was done, throwing the t-shirt back into the hamper.
By now his dick had softened up – which made things a little easier to pull his briefs and pants back up..
He wandered over to his wardrobe and pulled out a brown t-shirt with a raccoon on it drinking coffee and pulled it on over his head before heading out and down to the kitchen. 
Looking in the fridge, he couldn’t find anything good to eat… ‘take out or go to the store’ he wondered. 
Wandering into the lounge, he flopped down on the sofa, pulling his phone from his pocket and opening up Fooderoo, having a look at some Chinese food/.. His stomach growled, getting surprisingly hungry pretty quickly … the problem was all the takeaway delivery times were an hour or so … After getting more and more frustrated that he couldn’t choose with his hunger induced indecision, he locked his phone, got up, pulled his sneakers on and set off out. 
Nathan was heading down to the store to see what he fancied there. It was only a 15-minute walk so he could be there and back before any of the takeaways would have started cooking anything he could have ordered.
He checked his watch... how was it 6:30pm already? The sun was starting to go down, and the chilly breeze was whipping up little spinning tornadoes of leaves scuttling down the foots of walls set against the sidewalk. 
He walked into the store, a fairly large one at that, and was greeted by the store smell. The smell of infinite ways to spend your money.
He grabbed a handbasket and first walked down the fruit isle, grabbing a pint of strawberries which he thought could be good for after. Next, he walked to the fridge isles, picking up some chicken and coleslaw thinking he could have a tasty sandwich… But any tasty sandwich needed tasty fresh bread. So, he headed to the bakery section.
It may have been late, but it smelled like the bakery had done a recent batch of breads, the baker putting fresh rolls out on the shelves… but they were hotdog rolls. He walked up and picked a pack up... 
The bag was starting to steam up a little inside. The hotdog rolls were still warm… He couldn’t leave these, but if he did get them, he’d need to get hotdogs…
He grabbed a bag of regular rolls for his original chicken sandwiches as well, and wandered via the canned meat section to pick up a jar of hotdogs before finally making his way to the checkout… 
Paid, and checked out – he walked out, holding a bright orange carrier bag into the cool night air. The sun had gone down, and the evening was turning dark. 
Padding down the street, he started thinking should he have hotdogs, or the chicken sandwich. The thing is the hotdog rolls would be best right now, so maybe the hotdogs would be best.. 
It was mid-way through thinking about food, when his eyes spotted a stripey tail on the other side of the street.. He shifted his gaze  – and sure enough, there was a twenty something year old raccoon, wearing a dark hoodie and dark sweatpants padding in the same direction he was going, but on the other side of the street… 
Food was out of his mind now. Back in his head was the image he’d jerked off to earlier. The raccoon looked like he had about the same kind of build as the one in the image too… But even so, it’s not likely the raccoon would be into guys. That’d be too perfect… But what would be the harm in trying? 
He looked around, and with there being no cars, he crossed the road and joined the same sidewalk the cute raccoon was walking on. He quickened his pace to try close the gap, trying to think of some kind of way to open a conversation. 
As he closed in on the raccoon, the raccoon’s ears turned – clocking him, but he didn’t turn his head.
Nathan decided the best thing to do was to just say hi… “Hey! Uh .. Hi there!” he said, quickening his pace to almost a jog for the last couple of steps
Twomasks looked round at the otter boy who he knew had gone out of his way to cross the road and come up behind him... “Hi.” He said trying to decide whether he should continue with his planned target tonight, or put it off for another day…
“So I ... kinda saw you across the street, and I just think your sweatpants are kinda ... neat..” he paused for a moment and realised that was something a kid in school would have said “…Shit sorry… that kinda sounds crap huh..” 
Twomasks smirked … Why would an otter boy cross the street, scoot up behind him, make conversation and say something dumb? … because he wanted to get to know him a little better. “Oh, heh… yeah that did sound a little kindergarten but, no problem. You been to the shops?” Twomasks said, trying to keep things reasonably neutral.
“Yeah. Takeouts were all going to be an hour before food arrived so, just quicker to go get some stuff from the shop huh?” Nathan said, blushing, but hoping the fading daylight would hide it a little… “I uhh … Where you heading?” he asked changing his sentence half way through
“Just on a walk, getting the steps in – you know..” Twomasks said 
“Did you fancy coming to mine for a hot dog? … I’m Nathan by the way!” Nathan asked
Twomasks blinked and couldn’t help but break into a laugh!
Nathan paused for a moment wondering if he’d said something wrong, then realising what he had actually said “OH fuck .. no .. not like that! I mean …” he said reaching into his shopping bag, and pulling out the jar of hotdogs “like .. hot dogs.. I just bought some... The bread is fresh baked!”
Twomasks gave the otter another glance, looking down in the dull light of the streetlights, and decided why not – the otter may end up regretting trying to chat him up though! “Sure, ok. Let’s head back and chat huh? And I’m Seth.”
Nathan almost squeaked with excitement! He never thought he would have any chance in getting just cute random raccoon to come back to his place! 
The two walked back, with Nathan leading – and eventually they got into the house, Nathan emptying the shopping bag on the worktop in the kitchen. “So, I was gonna just get some regular stuff for sandwiches… Well .. I got it as well…” he said putting the chicken and coleslaw into the fridge “but then these hotdog rolls were being put out and were still warm in the store... so I just couldn’t not get them.”
Twomasks was looking at the bread rolls now and then, but mainly looking down at the grey sweatpants bulge the otter was sporting. He’d also noticed the cute raccoon t-shirt the otter was wearing... This guy definitely had a weakness for raccoons.
Since Twomasks had Nathan on his own now maybe it was time to have a little fun. He pulled out his flash hypnotiser. It was not so much something to fully hypnotise someone – but simply make them more open to suggestion and looser with the truth. “Hey Nathan... seen this?”  he asked
Nathan turned to look – and Twomasks triggered it. “oh …” he said momentarily feeling slightly dizzy
“Yeah. It’s supposed to be a flashlight… but apparently heavier on the flash than the light… I’ll be taking it back tomorrow.” Twomasks said tucking it back away. “So how come you came over to ask me back for hotdogs then hmmmm?” 
Nathan blushed as he set the hotdog jar down on the countertop. “I uhh… Well.. I kinda saw you and thought you looked cute…… I kinda have a thing for raccoon guys …” he replied, realising he was oversharing a little, but it just seemed right for some reason.
“Oh you do huh?” Twomasks said grinning, glancing briefly at his t-shirt design again “Playing with raccoon guys or being played with by a raccoon guy?” 
“Both really ... Heh.. sorry I..” Nathan started – but before he could finish, Twomasks moved closer and grabbed his hand, pushing it up against his crotch, Nathan feeling the warm bulge in the raccoon’s sweatpants against his palm. He instantly gave it a grope, squeezing and exploring what the raccoon had... “Oh.. my ..” he said with a stutter
Twomasks grinned, already semi in his pants from checking out the otter’s bulge, but now it was his turn. He moved round in front of the otter “Ok Nathan, I think you are going to enjoy tonight.” he snickered, before moving down, his nose gently brushing down the otter’s chest, then to his waistband, until it was bumping up against that slightly more pronounced bulge in his grey sweatpants. Twomasks pushed his nose into it, breathing in, catching the otter’s sweet musky scent 
Nathan blinked and blushed deeply, trying to bring an arm up to shy away behind it “oh .. uh .. heh!! D…do you want me to go shower?” he asked, embarrassed that the raccoon was catching the scent he personally loved…
Twomasks brought his hand up to gently knead at the otter boy’s hardening bits in his sweatpants, already feeling the otter was uncut as he felt the skin squidge over the head as he squeezed “No, that’s fine .. lets have a better look huh?” he said pulling the otters sweatpants down slowly, exposing the cutely bundled up otter package in his briefs “oooh... briefs. They’re my favourite.” He said then teasing a finger over the covered tip of Nathan’s dick, straining to get free of his undies
“mmmmhhh…” Nathan simply replied, looking down at the cute raccoon inspecting his undies
Twomasks slipped his finger into the waistband of the otter boy’s briefs and slid them down, allowing the otter’s dick to bend all the way down before flicking back up, and bouncing in front of him. “Ohhh… now there’s a tasty looking otter dick.” He said, before taking hold and starting to tease the foreskin at its tip.
Nathan reached out to grasp the worktop to support himself “Sss..shit I didn’t expect you to … want to play so quick…”
Twomasks grinned “Well when a cute otter guy comes up to you offering himself to you – why shouldn’t you take that gift he was offering huh? I mean you wanted me to have your dick didn’t you”
Nathan nodded “Y..yeah… a cute raccoon owning my dick is fucking .. hot … c..can I see your footpaws?” 
Twomasks blinked and looked up at the otter boy “Oh you like paws huh?” Twomasks grinned. He had no interest in footpaws himself, but if the otter boy gets off with footpaws, why not give him a little fun. After all, he believed the only kind of kink that was weird – was no kink at all.
Nathan nodded, and as he did – Twomasks stood back up, taking his hand and leading him over to the lounge, gently pushing on the otter’s stomach as a cue to sit down on the sofa, which he did. Twomasks then raised up one of his footpaws, standing on the other, so that the otter boy could see not just the bulge in the raccoon’s crotch but also, in the foreground, just in front of him, the warm fluffy raccoon footpaw complete with its velvety sole.
Nathan reached out and took hold of it, being careful not to pull him off balance and pushed his face up against it, nuzzling up against the warm underside, and then over the fluffy digits. 
Twomasks smirked “ok.. now sit back” he said, before pushing his footpaw up against Nathan’s hard length, pushing it up against his stomach 
Nathan gasped, feeling the warmth pushing up against his precious dick, reaching down to grasp at the footpaw grinding against his crotch and pushing it harder on himself 
Twomasks grinded his footpaw against the length, twisting it- squashing the otter dick against his stomach, pre being squashed from its tip and smearing on the otter’s belly fur. 
“fuck it feels so good!!” Nathan blurted out 
Twomasks smirked “But, I think I’m gonna take my property now though.” He said pulling his footpaw back, a string of pre momentarily stretching out from the tip of Nathan’s dick to the underside of Twomasks’ footpaw.
“Take? How do you mean take?” Nathan asked wondering if he was going to be whisked upstairs now 
“Well, you wanted me to have your dick, so – I think it’s time I took it. You do want that don’t you?” Twomasks asked
Nathan blinked, feeling a little conflicted – there were two things he wanted more than anything else right now. One was to have the raccoon grind his dick into the ground with his footpaw... and the other was let the raccoon take his dick… but how?! He’d never thought about it before now – but the thought only seemed to make him more horny… “T…take it like ... from me? Cut it off?” 
Twomasks nodded “Yeah. Then your dick will be mine to do whatever I want with. And after, we can have some food and then it’s your time to play with my dick… how’s that sound?” 
Nathan swallowed hard… He loved his dick, and would never have contemplated ever having it taken from him… but in the moment – with the hot raccoon looking at him, with the promise of fun after, along with food – his stomach still rumbling... “Ok… shit … I can’t believe I’m saying this… but yeah. Take my cock…. It’s yours.” 
Twomasks smirked and reached out to grab the otter’s hand once again “Ok then, let’s get into the kitchen huh? Easier there.” 
Nathan allowed the raccoon to lead him into the kitchen, looking down at his dick, still hard, still needy… he wanted to cum so bad… and he wasn’t sure how he was going to after the raccoon had taken it. 
Twomasks looked around and spotted a wooden chopping board and placed it on the countertop, then putting his hands on the otter’s waist, he positioned the otter boy in front of the chopping board. 
Nathan looked down as his dick rested comfily, almost strangely at the perfect height, on the wooden chopping board. It was surreal. He’d seen cucumbers, carrots and sausages there … but now it was his precious dick… he reached down, teasing it as it rested against the wood, scored with countless knife cuts..
While Nathan was teasing his dick on the chopping board, Twomasks was getting his bander out of the bag he’d got over his shoulder. He loaded it up and tapped Nathan on the shoulder “Okay! Push your dick through these bands.” He said opening the green rubber bands in his double bander device. 
Nathan hesitated for a moment, before doing as he was asked, grasping his dick to steady it, he pushed the half exposed uncut head through the bands and then walked forward a little so the bands were right down at the base. Then before he could think about it – the raccoon released the bands – biting down into his precious otter flesh “Ow shit! Seth, that hurts!” 
“Yeah, it does, but don’t worry... it’ll get better.” He said before getting out what looked like a small plastic packet, similar to what a wet wipe would come in, and tearing it open he rubbed it over the banded base “Plus, this will help numb it some just here.” 
Nathan was transfixed at how his dick looked harder than it had been before, the veins bulging a little more than usual having had its base constricted.
Twomasks once more turned the otter boy back to the chopping board, and held Nathan’s doomed member above it before letting it go – it dropping with a thud onto the wooden board. As it hit, a bead of pre escaped and smeared across the board. 
Twomasks grabbed what looked like a large sharp carving knife from a knife block on the side and inspected the blade, checking it was nice and sharp, then when satisfied he turned to the otter boy with his dick on the board “Ready?”
“Fuck... I don’t know ... I need to cum so bad…” Nathan said blushing, his heart racing in his chest with equal parts nerves to excitement... he didn’t know what it was that made him so turned on about the idea of the raccoon taking his dick… 
“Later.” Twomasks said before moving over, resting the sharp blade against the bulging dick flesh between the two bands “I bet you never thought you’d see your dick cut off on this board huh?” He snickered 
Nathan shook his head slightly, looking at his precious cock that he’d jerked off only hours earlier, now banded, resting on his own chopping board, in his own kitchen with his own knife pressing down against it…
Twomasks pressed down harder, pushing the knife forwards so the blade could slice cleanly. 
A slightly dull but deep sharp pain shot into Nathan’s crotch “Ow fuck! That really hurts!.” 
Twomasks kept going, pushing down harder, the blade slicing cleanly through Nathan’s dick flesh. 
Nathan was sure he could feel the head of his dick still pressed against that board, watching the knife sink deeper and deeper until there was a dull crunch noise, the knife broke through the underside of his dick, cutting into the wood beneath, and he watched his dick come loose, rolling a little to the right, now laid entirely on the chopping board like a fresh sausage.  “Ffff..fuck!!” he said before stepping back from the board… his dick remaining on the board.
Twomasks now took the flat side of the knife and slapped it down on the severed otter meat on the chopping board “Now that is a yummy looking sausage huh?” 
Nathan was still blushing, the pain fading at least now, and looking at that so familiar piece of meat on the chopping board…. It wasn’t just any meat.. it was his dick.. “What are you going to do with it?” 
Twomasks patted the otter boy on the back “I’ll have a think.. Maybe ill keep it as a toy? Or maybe I’ll eat it.. But You did good. Now why don’t you go into the lounge and ill get some food cooked up ok?” He said sliding the jar of hotdogs up to the side of the chopping board
Nathan nodded, and after hearing how his dick could be used or even eaten – he was sure he could feel a boner sticking straight out from his crotch... a phantom dick… He turned and headed out of the kitchen.
Twomasks picked up the severed otter dick from the chopping board and rubbed the tip over his nose, breathing in that delicious scent.. he wrapped his hand round it and started slowly jerking it off, knowing how much Nathan had wanted to cum just minutes ago.. 
As he teased it, he also thought about how this had been in his pants while he made the decision to cross the road, to approach him and ask him back to his own place.. and now – hes in his lounge without it… the otter’s dick now his. 
The otter boy’s scent was delicious though.. he moved it to his muzzle and started to suck on just the tip… a sweet salty bead of pre that had been trapped inside since it had been cut off the excited otter boy escaped into his muzzle, the otters jelly like silky foreskin gliding over his tongue as he swirled it around the tip… As he sucked, he looked down at the hotdogs and the hotdog buns and decided what he was going to do…. He placed the otter dick back down on the chopping board.
He looked about the kitchen and found a frying pan, added a little oil and set it on the stove top, heating it up. Then he picked up the otter’s dick from the chopping board.. he had wondered about cutting it up – but then it wouldn’t sit quite right in the bread bun. 
He teased the soft silky foreskin one last time, letting it roll back over the shiny once so sensitive head, before allowing it to roll back over it. This dick, once so precious, having given countless orgasms in so many private moments now about to cook, and become food. 
He set it down into the frying pan. It sizzled on contact, the otter dick being nothing more than meat cooking in a pan now. 
He took tongues out from a draw and started to turn it every now and then as Nathan’s once so precious dick started cooking through, the once so silky soft sensitive foreskin starting to crisp up, while the head inside started to steam in the pre the otter had leaked before and during his dick being cut from him.
After a little while, the otter’s dick was cooked through, and he pulled it from the pan. The skin now a golden brown colour, the kitchen filled with the scent of cooked meat and otter musk. 
Twomasks took one of the fresh baked hotdog buns, and cut into it, opening it up – only to then set Nathan’s cooked uncut dick into it. 
He kept it plain, no sauces.. no onions .. just one very precious tasty piece of meat, in a fresh baked bun.
He now placed the dick-dog on the cutting board, took the knife and cut it in half – one end for himself, the end with the head and crispy foreskin of coarse .. and the other end for Nathan.
He put the two halves on separate plates and took them into the lounge. 
“So Nathan, I found a pretty chunky hotdog in the jar, so I cooked that up for us, cut it in half – thought it was enough for us both.” He said, offering a plate to the otter boy on the sofa.
Nathan took the plate and nodded, looking at the meaty sausage in the bread bun. In his eyes – it was a big meaty hotdog... the suggestion hypnosis still working its trick.  He picked it up and bit hungrily into the bread and sinking his teeth into what was in fact his own cooked dick. Delicious juice spilled into his muzzle with the bread helping to mop It up… 
“Oh shit, this is one of the best hotdogs I’ve ever had..” he said as he chewed up his own dick meat and swallowed
“Yeah, it is!” Twomasks smirked and looked at the end he had, the foreskin still clinging to the head it had always protected… his mouth watered in anticipation, the scent coming from the cooked otter dick still sweet, along with that delicious, cooked meat smell…  He gently pushed the half dick forward a little so the head overhung the end of the bread bun wanting to saver the boy’s dick without being tainted by bread, then pushing it in his muzzle he bit down. 
There was a quiet crunch as his teeth sank through the crispy skin on the outside, biting through behind the head – severing it entirely with the crispy foreskin. As he started to chew, the otter’s flavour burst in his muzzle… one of the tastiest cock-dogs he’d had in a long time.. all made possible from the otter being so horny earlier.  
As he chewed, the foreskin slid and came away from the head – and sure enough, that head had been cooked in its own juices... so tender, savoury and delicious… He had to savour it for just a little bit longer before finally swallowing it down, watching Nathan taking another bite out of his own dick.
Two masks started to munch the rest… Nathan was right – those bread buns were definitely very good… And a worthy accompaniment to a precious cooked dick like this… Funny how the ‘dog’ had been in his pants as he’d selected the bread though.
As he watched Nathan push the last of his dick in his muzzle, Twomasks finished his own portion. “Yeah Nath, thanks for inviting me over for hotdogs – that was delicious… but I think you’re probably looking forward to desert more huh?” He smirked
Nathan grinned and nodded … 
Twomasks stood in front of Nathan and pulled his sweatpants down, his hard uncut length bouncing free “… get on your knees, otter boy. You’re going get to play with the only type of dick you’ll ever get to play with from now on... Someone else’s.” 
Nathan obediently did as he was told... And what a night he had… If you are curious? He did get to cum later that evening…  with Twomasks’ footpaw grinding up against the place his dick once used to be.