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

Autumn was finally here, the leaves on the trees were a dazzling display of oranges and reds, the paths and streets littered with crispy leaf litter while the cold blowing in the air hints at what is to come in just a couple of months. 
Owen, a black and white cat dressed in black cargo pants, a dark grey sweater and a jacket was padding down the pavement carrying an easel and a small bag which contained his paints, brushes, bottle of water and other small containers. He’d been out and about looking for inspiration to paint – and while he hadn’t got anything just yet in his mind from his ventures today – he had already thought about where else to explore tomorrow – the woods, just out of town.
As he pondered about where he may walk tomorrow, he suddenly noticed someone who looked distinctly familiar heading down the pavement on the other side of the street. He looked with a curious expression on his face as an otter with brown fur, wearing jeans and a green hoodie walked closer. He knew he recognised him, but it had been quite a few years since he’d seen him, and he had changed a little…
The otter looked up, spotting him looking over at him and it appeared the otter had absolutely no problem recognising him! 
“HI!” the otter shouted from over the street “Holy crap! There you are! Not seen you since school!!” he shouted as he turned and headed straight over the street towards him
As soon as Owen heard his voice – he knew exactly who it was. It was Nate, a very close friend he’d had at school and then after, had never seen him again. 
Nate hopped up onto the path by him and swung his arms out – hugging him tightly. Owen hugged back, a little awkwardly with his easel under one arm.
“Shit Nate, what the hell happened to you!? I texted you like the day after we finished school and you never got back or anything!” Owen  asked
“Yeah.. that night I dropped my phone in the toilet… and it fried..” he said looking a bit annoyed.. “I lost touch with a few friends that day.. Jake, Danny, Ben .. and ‘coarse you.. and cos I was like half way across town I couldn’t just hop over. When I did get over a year later – you and your parents had moved.. Anyway.. Looks like you’re still into painting?!”
Owen nodded and grinned “Yeah! I have a couple of paintings in a gallery! Sold one a couple weeks ago too!” 
Nate grinned “OOH so you’re rich now as well as good looking?” 
“Pffffff! Not likely. Sold for like 45.” Owen replied “And I told you years ago, I’m not good looking. Look at this tummy..” He said patting a very slight tum showing through his sweater, a minor thing against his otherwise average frame.
Nate smirked and moved closer and spoke a little more quietly “You’re just as hot now as you were then.” 
Owen blushed.. it had been a long time since he had been given compliments about his looks
“So, you live nearby?” Nate asked
“Yeah, just five minutes from here actually..” Owen replied with a soft smile
“Five minutes? ... huh.” Nate smirked “You … fancy having me over now? I mean, its after school and stuff?” he winked
Owen blushed and thought back to all the times Nate had come back after school to ‘play’ in his bedroom. It had started off as toy cars and video games.. but as the years went on they’d started playing other kinds of games... “Er… heh!... sure! Lets go back and play some video games huh? Don’t think I have to ask my mom.” he laughed
The two started chatting and reminiscing about old times, about the games they used to play on their games consoles and the remote control car of Owen’s that Nate had managed to smash into a tree..  But soon enough, they turned into a door heading up to Owen’s apartment. 
“So this is my place” Owen said, leading Nate into his apartment. 
It was average size, the bedroom off to the left, and straight on down the passageway – the bathroom on the right, and straight on to open out into the kitchen and living room. It was mostly tidy – except for some canvasses with half painted pictures on them, and a pair of sweatpants thrown over the back of the sofa.
“Ohhh. Nice! I think it’s a little bigger than my place.” Nate said looking round as Owen put his easel and bag down. He turned to Owen and smirked “So. ‘Meowen’ has his ooooown  place now huh?” he said moving closer to his friend
Owen blushed and nodded, not having been called this for a long time.. “Mmmhm?” 
Nate reached out and groped at the cat, squishing and teasing his old friend’s bits inside his cargo pants.
Owen let out a quiet squeak, knowing exactly why they were heading back to his place, after all those times when they were in their teens.. “H-hey.. aren’t we supposed to be in the bedroom?” 
The otter laughed “heh .. you remember that first time? We had just got to your place from school and I poked your crotch and you were all so shy and blushy.” 
The cat was looking pretty much that way now, thinking back “Yeah.. and I was like ‘Nate! … that’s gay!’ 
“Yeah and I said back ‘So?’ and you took me up to your room.” Nate grinned 
“And the moment we were in my room you..” Owen started – but was caught off guard as Nate moved down to his knees and shoved his nose into his crotch .. “….. Yeah .. that” 
“mmmm… Shit, you still smell so good.” Nate said, his words muffled by Owen’s pants
Owen couldn’t help but love the closeness with the friend he’d spent so much time in the past with… There was no such thing as friendship decay. For him, friendships picked right up from where they were last, and the closeness they had shared was still there. “Y.. you can still do whatever you want with it if you want Nate… but I get to play with my toy too right?” 
Nate grinned and slowly stood back up. He took hold of Owen’s hand and pushed it up against the hard bulge in the front of his jeans “It’s right here, where you left it last…”
Owen hadn’t touched another guy since that last time with Nate all those years ago.. and now, having his hand pushed up against his friend’s warm bulge after so long lit a fire that had been burning on a low light for a while.. “Nate... I’m just gonna ... inspect it. OK? To make sure you looked after it ... Okay?” He said starting to unbutton the button on his jeans, and slowly unzipping them
Nate folded his arms over his chest and stood there, letting the cat undress him. 
As Owen pulled Nate’s jeans down, the tenting black briefs he was wearing bounced into view. He grasped at the tent pole inside, feeling its shape. A cute smooth tapered length, so different to his own, and secretly, it was tapered dicks which did it for him the most... especially on cute slinky otter boys like his long lost, and now found close friend.
He pulled down those black briefs.. the last obstacle between him and that precious dick he’d loved so much when he was in his late teens.. and there it was. The deep pink tapered dick, already half emerged from its brown furred fuzzy sheath with its downy pouch of perfectly proportioned balls below. 
Nate snickered “See how much it missed you?? Fuck I wish I had come over to see you sooner before you moved ..” 
Owen reached out and grasped the warm, smooth otter dick, it twitching to his touch. The soft musk of the otter hugging at his nose, and just as Nate had said about him – that scent was the same as he’d always remembered, of the boy he had cared for – so many years back. 
“You know, I dunno why you like my dick so much. It’s boring” Nate said as he watched Owen move closer, before suddenly hitching his breath as the cat engulfed his sensitive length in his muzzle. The warmth hugging and soaking into his dick from all sides… the cat’s tongue swirling around it and teasing the tip. “Oh … fuck …. I forgot how good you were at this….” 
t had been so long since Owen had had his friend’s precious meat in his mouth.. the saltiness and his light musk filling his maw as he sucked… a bead of salty pre escaping its tip as he teased and sucked driving him on further… 
“Fuck Owen… you… you’re gonna get me to cum way too…” Nate began before pausing to moan quietly as the cat started to bob back and forth “…. Quick….” 
Owen grinned around the now fully grown otter meat in his maw, and slowly slid off, allowing it to slip free of his lips and then give it one final lick to the tip “Just as tasty as always Nate” Owen said, his own dick now uncomfortably hard in his pants 
“Lets go into the bedr-“ Nate started before the cat grabbed the collar of his hoodie and tugged him into his bedroom 
Owen didn’t even take his shoes off… he hadn’t felt like this in years! He flopped back on his bed, looking up at the otter stood beside him “Your turn!” he said gleefully, the tent in his cargo pants looking especially obvious with him on his back
Nate climbed onto the bed, straddling the cat’s legs, his already exposed dick and balls just a little down from the tent in Owen’s pants. “hm. Someone got a bit excited huh? So, I looked after my dick juuuust fine, let’s check you didn’t go doing anything stupid with the best dick in the world now huh?” 
He reached forward and teased at the tent, similar to how Owen had done to him, but he knew what was in here, wasn’t the same as his dick… and just as Owen was attracted to tapered dicks.. Nate had quite a fetish for what Owen had in his pants… all stemming from his experiences with Owen to begin with.
Nate undid his cargo pants, struggling a bit with the zipper “Sheesh Owen, when did you change to these.. sweatpants were way easier to get into you know?” 
“Yeaah, I still wear ‘em .. just not to go out in” He said pausing as he felt Nate not just pull his pants down, but drag his boxers down with them, his 6 inches of uncut dick bouncing up free in front of the otter boy. 
“Oh there it is.” Nate said, gently running the very tip of his finger around the velvety rim of Owen’s foreskin “What a good kitty you have been. Keeping this all nice and healthy for when I came back for it!” 
Nate grasped the very tip and pulled it further forward, loving the way his foreskin always stretched and tugged… the way it felt between his finger and thumb .. and the way that Owen always moaned as he did.
He moved down now, opening his mouth and taking just the foreskin into his mouth, trapping it between his lips and pulling just a little, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around its tip, the sweet and salty taste of his long-lost best friend bringing back more memories he’d thought he’d forgot of past times together. 
Owen gasped and whined quietly, bringing his arms up over his face as if shying away, hiding away the deep blush on his cheeks as his friend knew exactly how to push every single one of his buttons after all this time. 
Nate grinned and pinched the floppy tip overhanging the head in his teeth and let out a little growl, looking up at his friend shying away from what was being done.
“Nuuu!” Owen exclaimed “Don’t eat it!” he said, repeating words he’d often say when he was younger.
With that, Nate sunk down Owen’s full length and grasped the base between his teeth, chewing gently as he swallowed at the tip at the back of his throat
Owen moaned loudly. The feeling of vulnerability to his dick clenched between his friend’s teeth while being swallowed and teased at was too much… As Nate began to bob back and forth, he could already feel his climax building… he’d never been quick to shoot in the past – but it had been so long since he’d had this attention.
Nate could tell his friend wasn’t going to last long, so made sure he slid up to the top, and slipped his tongue under his foreskin. His tongue held against the smooth sweet tasting head by its own foreskin as he moved his tongue round it inside. 
“MMmmmmmmhhhh.. Nate..” Was all Owen could say, starting to tense up
Nate paused for a moment, moving his legs back and laying on his side to get a little more comfortable, before once more starting to bob his head back and forth, his hard otter dick bouncing against his stomach. 
Owen could feel something warm by his right footpaw as Nate started to bob back and forth on his length once more. He remembered this is what happened the very last time they were together…. His footpaw moved out to the side a little and made contact with that warm smooth sensitive otter cock. 
Nate had forgotten this small detail as well… he squeaked a little with the cat’s dick in his maw… and then felt the cat grasping his dick between his fluffy paw digits, and sliding them up and down his sensitive, needy otterhood. He’d forgotten how good it felt.. and realised just how pent up he was having been enjoying this delicious forbidden cat meat…
Owen started to grip at the bedding either side of him, his climax on its way, raising up through his legs and crotch… and as this was happening, he starts moving his foot quicker back and forth over that dick he thought he’d lost forever …. 
Both boys moaned out, Nate’s muffled around his friend’s dick, and Owen more squeak like, before shooting their seed at almost the same moment.. As Nate tasted Owen’s seed hitting his tongue, it was the last thing that was required to shove him headlong over the edge, shooting his own seed across the bedding and over his friend’s footpaw… 
Owen panted heavily, his arms still tightly wrapped over his face “Oh fuck……” he started “That was so good….” 
Nate swallowed every last drop Owen had fed him, sliding off that delicious length and lapping and sucking anything he could from its tip, before letting it free “.. Yeah… and you taste just as good as you always did.” he said before scooting up further up the bed to wrap an arm around his friend “Fancy take out?” He then asked 
Owen slowly brought his arms from his face and looked back at his friend “Heh.. yeah. Beats chicken nuggets and fries huh?” he said laughing and making a reference to what their moms always used to cook for them when they went to each other’s places. 
The two ordered Chinese food and played video games in the living room until around 11:30pm.. 
Nate finally stood up and yawned “Shit.. I was supposed to be going to the store earlier. Ah well.. I need to be getting back” 
Owen looked up at him “Why don’t you stay here tonight?” 
Nate shook his head “Nah – I need to get back, but I’d love to come stop the night … maybe tomorrow?” he asked 
Owen smiled and nodded “Sure! ... Nate ... before you uh ... vanished last time, I was gonna ask..” he said as he stood up and wrapped his arms round the otter “Did you want to be something more than friends?” 
Nate blinked, blushing. In his mind the feelings had always been there, and had he not lost his phone, and not been such a lazy dick in never going over to try to make contact again.. he had always hoped maybe that could have been …. “You mean Meowen, wants to be my boyfriend?” he said before smirking once more
Owen nodded, keeping his eyes locked to Nates.
“Sure. I guess.” Nate replied, making it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal … and then moved his muzzle closer up to Owen’s and kissed him deeply.
Owen closed his eyes and kissed back, a moment he’d never have believed would have ever happened in those weeks where radio silence had haunted him… but now – here he was, with the boy he’d always loved, and they were together at last. 
Nate headed out shortly after, promising to meet up tomorrow evening at a local bar, after Owen had been out and done his ‘art thing’. 
Owen quickly got ready for bed, switching off the lights, locking the door and getting into his cosy bed, though with a slight damp patch down by his feet… and as he slowly drifted to sleep things seemed better than they ever could have been. 

The next morning was cold and crisp, with frost dusted across the grass and the fallen leaves. Owen was up and after having breakfast, he’d gathered his easel and bag and he was off out to head to the woods. He’d decided to put on the same things he’d worn yesterday – the same Cargo pants and sweater – figuring maybe they were some kind of lucky combination with what had happened.
As he reached the edge of the woods, the colours were dazzling, and with the sun shining down between the branches casting sunbeams across a light mist that hung in the air – the whole place as magical.  He headed down one of the trails he’d not been before.
The floor strewn with sparkling frost covered leaves as he meandered through larger established trees. This was a trail which seemed rarely used – and in places it was a little difficult to really see where it went.
After an hour or so of walking, over the crest of a small rise, he spotted what looked to be a stone chimney. Walking up to the top, he saw it belonged to a small abandoned looking log cabin, nestled down below the rise he was stood on, surrounded by trees dropping their brightly coloured leaves, and those same sunbeams seemingly illuminating specially selected parts of the woodland floor. This was it. This was the scene he wanted to capture. 
He set up his easel and made sure It was sturdy, the canvas already mounted to it – and then opened up his bag, picking out a pencil to start sketching a rough outline of how things were set out. 
Another hour or so passed, and his outline was complete – and was now mixing paints on his palette. Occasionally he would hear leaves and twigs rustling around him as birds and squirrels and other critters would rummage through the undergrowth, but nothing seemed off – it was just him, the calm of the woods – and the scene in front of him. 
That was until a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist and hoisted him up into the air. “HEY!! WHAT THE FUCK!!” he shouted as he started kicking, trying to reach back
Twomasks had no problem keeping the cat’s squirming at bay, dragging him over the rise and down towards the cabin “What? I always wanted to snag an artist!” he said bumping the cabin door open and throwing the cat to the ground.  
Owen looked up through the dull light of the cabin, spotting the darkly dressed raccoon “What are you doing?!” 
“You looked all happy painting up there, and I figured you need to make an offering to the Forest for your time there!” Twomasks laughed 
“What the fuck??!” Owen said standing up, taking on a defensive position
Twomasks was unphased and walked forward. Owen swung out a fist to try to make the most of his position, but Twomasks simply raised his arm, deflecting the fist out of the way, and with his other arm grabbed the cat’s throat and slammed him up against the wall with a heavy thud. “That wasn’t very nice now was it.” He said before reaching down to grope at the cat boy through his cargo pants
Owen squeaked as he felt himself being groped… The problem was, as much as he was being manhandled, the raccoon – around the same age as him was pretty hot. The conflicting thoughts running through his head of whether to have fun with the raccoon or try to fight back were swirling around in his head – but all the time the raccoon’s nimble hand was squeezing, teasing and exploring what he had in his pants.. 
Twomasks could feel the cat’s length getting a little firmer as he groped “heh.. so kitty isn’t THAT scared huh?” 
The other problem for Owen, was he loved being dominated... in all the times he and Nate had played, Nate had always been the one to tell him what would happen, and let him do what he wanted him to do… and now here he is with a raccoon, pushing him back against a wall by his throat, groping at him… 
“I’m going to let go of you now. If you try run, or hit me once again – I’m going to tie you up. Got it?” Twomasks said firmly
Owen nodded 
Twomasks slowly released his throat “Good. Since I caught you fair and square, I think it’s only right I check out my prize now.”
Owen watched as the raccoon moved both hands down to his pants, undoing them and letting them drop to his ankles, then slipping his fingers into his boxers and sliding those down – his already hard length sticking straight out, betraying his nervous looking appearance...
“Oh, look at this!” Twomasks smirked and moved his nose down, catching the cat boy’s scent “What a delicious looking dick the cat boy has brought me” 
“Wait..” Owen said as the raccoon moved his muzzle closer to his length “I… I uh .. I have a boyfriend” 
Twomasks looked up over the cat’s stomach to lock his eyes with him “He’s going to be upset.” With that, with one hand pushed up against the cat boy’s sweater covered tummy, the other rummaged in a bag beside him, pulling out a metal ring like device, and sliding it over the eager cat length and all the way to its base. 
“W-what is that?” Owen asked as he watched the cold metal object being pushed up to the base of his precious member.
Twomasks didn’t say anything, but now pressed a button on the side which adjusted its size, slowly getting smaller and smaller. 
As the pressure increased, and the ring got smaller still, and started to bite  “Ow! Shit! Please stop it, it’s starting to hurt!” Owen cried out
Twomasks checked the pretty uncut banded cathood, and grinned “Don’t worry, that’s as tight as it needs to be.” He said, teasing at the foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the head a little. 
Owen had heard about cock rings, but never heard that they were so tight…
“So.” Twomasks started, standing back up and checking the small lever looking part of the ring constricting the cat’s dick “I’m going to take this as now.” 
The cat blinked, looking confused “huh?... what do you mean?... you are gonna suck it ... or …” 
Twomasks shook his head “Nah. I’m going to take it from you.”
Owen felt his dick throb, the thought exciting him as it had all the times Nate had pretended to ‘eat’ it ... “Wait… nah ... you … you’re joking right? You aren’t really?” 
The raccoon, pressing his hand against the cat’s chest now with one hand, started gently teasing the small lever sticking out the side of the ring, and Owen could feel something moving – a little pressure to the base of his dick. “No. I’m actually going to cut your dick off.”
Owen’s mouth opened a little with a short intake of breath. He had always fantasised about it, and the idea was fun… but now he was facing it for real… his head was confused. “N…no .. really. Don’t take my dick.” He said with a strange hesitation in his words
Twomasks smirked “Ohhhhhh” he said, “I hear the sound of a boy who’s been excited about loosing his dick!” 
“NO! Fuck!! Not for real!! Only in …. In joking!! Fake! Just playing!!” Owen spluttered out 
Twomasks slid the small lever like piece of metal around just a fraction of an inch. Owen could feel something sharp, pushing up against the bunched up flesh in the ring.. “I bet it wasn’t so fake in your head! I bet you cum thinking your dick was seconds away from being sliced free!” 
Owen once again hesitated before his response “But!!” 
Twomasks slid the metal slider further up, and Owen suddenly felt a dull sharp pain slice into his precious length
“SHIT PLEASE! Don’t take my dick!! I need it! Nate needs it!!” Owen pleaded desperately, but secretly inside him, there was something which was getting off on this… something subconsciously wanting it to go on, to take that most precious body part from him 
Twomasks snickered “Too bad. I need it more. Let’s call it – your donation to ‘the forest’ for your painting huh?”  he slid that slider around more – and Owen could feel the blade being drawn through, sliding further in… feeling parts of his dick going numb, strange electronic tingles shooting through it.. 
Owen looked down, seeing his dick getting looser – It was like some kind of strange altered reality, the strange climax welling up inside him – watching his dick move in alien ways as the raccoon continued to slide that small lever around – until there was a click. All sensation vanished… from it – but the build-up of that climax was still there…
He watched as the raccoon moved his dick, and the metal ring still affixed to its base away from his crotch – and the climax that had been building that whole time came to a head. He suddenly cried out... clawing at the wall behind him, and a small drip of seed escaped the remains of where his dick once was, banded by a small green elastic donut. 
Twomasks brought it up to his nose and breathed in the scent of the cat boy he’d taken, then gave it a lick “Thought so. Kinky cat wanted his dick cutting off him. Tastes good too by the way!” 
Owen just watched, not resisting, but still in a strange, detached shock. His dick… had been cut off... no longer part of him...  “shit… how can I paw off now...”  he said quietly 
“You can paw your boyfriend, OR get him to take you from behind” Twomasks grinned as he now moved the tip of the cat’s dick over to Owen’s nose “But you wont be pawing this again.”
Owen had to stop himself from opening his maw... something about this made him want to taste himself… instead he breathed in that sweet scent he’d always known and loved – never this strong – but had been so familiar… 
Twomasks now took the length back, inspecting every little vein, and fold in the precious once so sensitive foreskin, teasing it just a little as the cat boy watched… Then – he placed it into his bag “Your debt is paid.” He said, “You can carry on painting now.” He snickered.
Owen blinked … watching the raccoon pick up his bag and turn away from him. It had ended so sudden! He didn’t know what to say … he watched as the raccoon opened the door and headed out – leaving him in the dark quiet of the cabin, with his pants around his ankles, and his crotch dripping with the little seed that had managed to escape from the banded stump of where his cock once had been …
He reached down and pulled his pants and underpants back up.. realising how loose in the crotch they were as he fastened them. In the strange delirium he was in, he decided it best to finish his painting … and he would try to explain later where Nate’s favourite toy had gone…