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England, 1510. The memories of what would eventually become known as the wars of the roses were still heavy in the minds of the people who were old enough to remember, and Ren, a mercenary from the east was exploring the land and looking for adventure. Unfortunately however, in one small village in the north of england - adventure was going to find him - and cost him things he didn't think imaginable to steal.

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of possession (the taking over of someone else’s body), penectomy (removal of the penis), castration (removal of the balls), circumcision (After the removal of the penis) and has scenes of a homosexual nature. If you don't like any of these, you may be best closing the story now ;)", "writing": "WARNING: This story contains scenes of possession (the taking over of someone else’s body), penectomy (removal of the penis), castration (removal of the balls), circumcision (After the removal of the penis) and has scenes of a homosexual nature. If you don't like any of these, you may be best closing the story now ;)\n\n\nContact: Ronwald\nTarget: Ren, The Mercenary\nAge: 20\nSpecies: Folf\nRemove: Rod and Balls.\nReason: This foreign mercenary roams these lands as if they be his own, striking down men who do naught but strive to make their living. Five of my loyal ‘wardens of the county’ he slain, and all for merely relieving a few travellers of goods they could well spare. Mark me, this knave deserves a lesson so fierce that no trace of his line shall take root here nor in any land beyond. Take his balls, and to deprive him of any enjoyment in idle pastime, the rod that goes with them.\n\n\nThe year was 1510, and nestled in a valley in the northern moors in England was the village of Barrow’s Hollow. \n \nThe village was surrounded by hills laying beneath a light mist, gradually rolling down into the valley below. Morning fog hung close to the ground, drifting along the single muddy road that served as the main street and mingling with the scent of woodsmoke coming from thatched rooftops. A cart creaked past, pulled by an impressive looking ox, its wheels grinding through the ruts as a pair of feral chickens darted out of its path, squawking in protest. \n\nThe village was usually a quiet place, but today a stranger was in town wearing strange looking clothes and armour and carrying an unusual sword.\n\nHis name was Ren, a mercenary from the Orient exploring the world as a way of not just making coin, but also to try to bring a little more justice, peace, and safety to an often dangerous world. As he walked, the lacquered pieces of his oriental armour flexed and rubbed against each other, catching the dull light of the sun as it struggled to break through the cloudy sky.\n\nNo matter where he went, he would receive somewhat strange looks. People had never seen a person dressed as he was – in this odd armour, a cloak, and what they saw as armoured flaps hanging down from his belt, over which a teal sash was tied and hung down on one side. \n\nAt his right hip, an unusual blade hung in a slim, dark sheath, its handle bound in a manner unfamiliar to English eyes. The weapon’s profile was similar to a sabre, but it was more than a means of offence or defence to him; it was a symbol of his heritage, a reminder of the path he had chosen - a path that combined both honour and duty in a world that often lacked both.\n\nAt the centre of the village stood the Rose and Crown. It was a sturdy black-and-white timber-framed tavern with a thatched roof which looked as if it had been there longer than the village itself. Its weathered dark oak beams criss-crossed over its exterior in stark contrast to its limewashed daub which stood out in white, making it look familiar and inviting even to a travelling mercenary like Ren. \n\nRen had made camp just out of the village to avoid being a distraction or disturbance to the village folk. He’d arrived yesterday, on a mission from a nearby town to slay a wild beast in a woods not far from here that had marauded and slain any who had been unfortunate enough to come across its path.\n\nHe pushed open the tavern’s door, the thick wooden slab groaning on its rusty hinges as it swung inwards. He was greeted by a rush of warm air, carrying the smells of stale ale, spilled beer, and smoke from the fireplace over on the far wall. Shadows flickered around the room as the firelight caught on the well-worn tables and benches that filled the space.\n\nOver by the fire and wrapped in a worn woollen cloak sat an elderly looking woman, a hedgehog who looked like she could tell many fine tales. By her was a fox of about the same age as Ren, in his twenties, wearing a loose long-sleeved tunic belted round his waist and woollen short trousers.\n\nOpposite them, forming the third of the group, was a wolf in his late thirties wearing a thicker tunic than the fox in a dark greeny-brown colour along with a dark green pair of short trousers. Over his tunic, he wore a woollen vest for extra warmth.\n\nRen nodded to the innkeeper, a stocky otter, and walked over to the bar, asking in his slightly exotic accent for a mug of spiced cider.\n\nThe otter laughed “Spiced… Cider?! Do you think this is Saint James’ palace, lad? If you’re wanting spiced things, you’d be better asking Lord Everly up the manor!” \n\nRen blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed... “Oh, sorry sir… a mug of ale, maybe?” he inquired before putting a coin down on the bar. \n\nThis, the innkeeper could do.\n\nAs he took his mug over to a bench, he listened in to the conversation which had been going on at the far end of the room. \n\nThe wolf farmer sighed. “No matter what I harvest, it’s never enough. Every penny goes straight to Lord Everly.”\n\nThe elderly hedgehog lady nodded “Same here… my weaving barely covers the cost of the wool, and Everly keeps adding taxes. It’s like he wants to take everything we have.” \n\nThe younger fox spoke up now. “And that steward of his, Randall? He’s at our fields every week. Last month he took some of our oats, saying it’s for Everly’s ‘protection’ over us.” \n\nThe wolf replied “Protection, ha. Right. My grandfather used to call it stealing. Not much has changed.”\n\nThe hedgehog added “And we’re paying for it. If Everly’s not taking a cut, it’s the church’s dues. My son nearly got hauled off for collecting firewood because Everly says that land is his.” \n\nThe fox snickered. “And the priest tells us we should be grateful for Everly’s generosity!” \n\nThe wolf waved his hands dismissively. “Generosity? Remember last winter? When old John’s family fell behind on their church dues, the priest took half their grain as payment. Left them with almost nothing. Makes you wonder… if this is the price of ‘peace’, what would we do if fighting broke out again?” \n\nThe hedgehog sighed. “Folks haven’t forgotten the war from a couple decades back, when neighbours turned against each other. Some of our neighbours fought for York, and others still hold grudges.”\n\nThe fox looked a little uncomfortable. “That was people from here, yeah? People from the same village?” \n\nThe elderly hedgehog nodded. “Yes. Families were torn apart. My father called it a dark time, a time when you never knew who you could trust.” \n\nThe wolf added “And now they tell us we’re at peace, but here we are paying more than ever. If it’s not Everly’s taxes, it’s the King’s.”\n\nThe fox looked into his mug of ale with a bit of annoyance. “Maybe if Everly tried our work for a day, he’d see how hard it is.” \n\nThe hedgehog lady laughed. “Right… like that will ever happen! Everly cares about his purse, not us. Besides, as if a gentleman of his standing would join the likes of any of us toiling the fields or spinning a loom.” \n\nThe wolf smirked and raised his mug. “To forever paying our ‘peace’ and to the hope that we’re strong enough to keep going.” \n\nThey all raised their mugs and in almost perfect unison then said “To strength!” as if it was some kind as if it were a common toast. \n\nRen’s ears perked up once more as the door creaked open again. This time, a raccoon padded in, wearing a dark-hooded cloak which concealed most of everything about him. It was fastened up below his neck with a simple iron broach, but having reached out to close the door, it looked like the sword which he wore on his belt had a none-too-typical hilt. \n\nThe raccoon glanced over at the orange, chestnut, and cream coloured folf at the bench before going to the bar to get himself a mug of ale. He then sat at a table not too far from Ren as the folf turned to look over at the three by the fire. \n\n“Have any of you folk heard of the Beast of Barrow?” Ren asked inquisitively, hoping to learn more about the murderous beast.\n\nThe three turned to look at the stranger, eyeing him down before the wolf eventually spoke up. “Aye, and you’d be wise to stay away from it. There've been a few stupid young boys like you trying to look for it before – all ended up never being seen again. If you want my advice, I’d look after my health, find someone to start a family, and put your weapon to bed.”\n\nRen nodded. “Thank you sir, I will certainly think on it... but would you happen to know what it is?” \n\nThe hedgehog lady now spoke, with an admonishing tone. “A folly for boys who should be settling down!” \n\nRen sighed quietly and nodded back politely, murmuring a “Thank you, ma’am.” before looking back to his mug of ale. \n\nThe raccoon now stood up and walked over, sitting down on the bench beside Ren, the two strangers now sitting next to each other.\n\n“I may know about the Beast of Barrow.” The raccoon said, his accent being difficult to place. It was a strange mix of English with accents from across the broader continents that Ren had travelled through.\n\nRen looked at the raccoon. “You do?” he asked curiously.\n\nTwomasks nodded. “Yeah. It’s a huge wild boar, but the legends say you’d need more than just steel to defeat it. I can help with that too.” \n\n“More than steel? So, it is almost a mythical beast?” Ren asked, his blue eyes lighting up with a hint of youthful excitement. \n\nThe raccoon grinned. This was going to be easier than he had expected, given the young folf’s naivety. “Yes. I can guide you to where it will be, but maybe it would be best to do that tomorrow… the night is almost upon us. Do you have somewhere to stay for the evening?” he asked.\n\n“I’ve made camp just outside the village, would you be able to join me?” Ren asked, knowing there wasn’t a tent for shelter for the both of them.\n\nTwomasks nodded “Yes. That would be fine. My name is Rascal. My companion couldn’t quite grasp my name with his English accent, so we go with that these days.”\n\nRen blinked. “Your companion? Would he be coming also? I’m Ren, by the way.” \n\n“No, Jason is staying a few towns from here while I’m here on business. He’s got his own errands to run... It’s good to meet you, Ren.” Twomasks said with a grin and then finished the rest of his ale.\n\n“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but your accent... where are you from?” Ren asked curiously, still struggling to place the accent of the raccoon.\n\nTwomasks chuckled a little. “Well, that would be a long story. For the sake of keeping things a little simple, I am from Egypt… though I spent years on the continent in Europe and arrived here in England a few years ago.” \n\nRen’s face took on a slightly puzzled expression. “Egypt? I hope to travel there one day! Though, you don’t seem to have had enough years to have taken on local accents…” The folf trailed off, not wanting to appear rude.\n\nTwomasks smirked. “Well, some of us are more susceptible to it than others I think.” he replied, keeping his true story close to his chest. “Should we head out?” \n\nRen nodded and quickly finished his own ale before standing up from the table. “Yes, let’s go and get the fire going.” \n\nThe two left the tavern and headed back up the muddy street, leaving the village behind. Within ten minutes of crossing the boundary, they reached a small clearing beneath an oak tree just off the beaten path. A rope had been tied around the tree's trunk and pegged to the ground with a worn knife. Draped over it was a tarred canvas, secured on either side by a couple of rocks.\n\nRen walked over to a small ring of stones, inside which laid the remnants of a fire he had lit the previous night. He gathered some twigs and sticks, then, using a flint and his knife, set fire to some wood shavings and quickly had the campfire blazing.\n\nThe two sat by the fire, and Ren brought up the topic of the beast once again. \"So, the beast… what will I need besides steel to defeat it?\"\n\nTwomasks pulled out a purple crystal tied onto a string, fashioned to be worn around the neck. \"This.\" he said, holding it out to Ren. \"It's a mystical crystal with special properties. I retrieved it from a cult a few years back. They were using it for… other things. However, it should suit your purpose just fine.\"\n\nRen reached out, taking and examining the crystal carefully. He had seen purple crystals before, but something was different about this one - iridescent bands ran through it, shimmering faintly. Letting the stone drop from his hand, he slipped the necklace over his head, letting the crystal rest against the chest plate of his armour. \"Thank you. What does it do?\"\n\nTwomasks smirked. \"It will keep you safe from the beast,\" he lied, before looking around. \"Shall I rest against the tree for the night?\" he asked.\n\nRen looked up, deciding it would be polite to offer his guest the better shelter. “No, please sleep under the canvas!\" He gestured toward it.\n\nThe raccoon glanced at the shelter and nodded. \"Thank you! That will be perfect,\" he said, padding over to the canvas and settling comfortably underneath. “Oh, and be careful not to lose anything…” he added cryptically.\n\nRen looked over, slightly puzzled. \"Hm?\" he asked, trying to work out what Rascal had meant.\n\nThe raccoon responded by muttering some unintelligible words, and before Ren could think about it, a bright purple flash burst from the crystal, stunning him. As the light faded, he felt very odd, suddenly realizing that he couldn't move! His body didn’t seem to respond. He could see, smell, and taste, but he couldn’t blink or move one bit.\n\nHe was starting to panic when suddenly his body did move... and then said “Well, look at this!” and he looked at his own hand. \n\nRen, still confused, tried to speak. Though his body wouldn’t pronounce the words, he could still say them in his head. “What is going on?!” \n\nRen felt his body jump as he spoke... to which it then responded, “Someday, I’m going to get the hang of this crystal. Apparently, you’re still here… I’m Rascal, and I now have your body.” The possessed folf grinned, stretching out in his new form and feeling how lean and agile the folf’s body was.\n\n“W-what?! Please… please get out! Please don’t hurt me…” Ren’s soul pleaded out in his mind, the poor folf terrified by what he assumed was dark magic.\n\nTwomasks, having completely possessed Ren’s body, smirked, looking over at his own raccoon body currently ‘sleeping’ under the canvas. “No, I don’t think I’ll get out. This body is mine now… all of it!” He grinned. “... And all of your memories too!” he said, pondering about what he was here to do. \n\nRen whimpered, realizing there was nothing he could do. He was simply an observer in his own body… he had been completely dispossessed of it. \n\nTwomasks was ‘remembering’ Ren’s encounters with the very person who had contracted him to deal with the folf... and it turned out that though the bandit had been truthful about taking things, what Twomasks had not been told in the contract was the matter of the scoundrel murdering those he took things from… which could have been alluded to with ‘goods they could well spare’… “Hm. It seems the person who wanted me to deal with you wasn’t entirely upfront with information.” he muttered out loud.\n\nRen could see what Twomasks was seeing in his mind. “Ronwald asked you to kill me?!” \n\n“Not quite... but let's deal with him later.” Twomasks grinned and started to access memories in Ren’s head about what Ren had in his pants under that handsome armour of his…\n\nIf Ren could have blushed, he would have. “W-what are you doing?! Stop it!! Th-these are my memories!”\n\n“Oh no… for the moment, they are OUR memories!” Twomasks said aloud through Ren’s mouth... and with that, he moved his hand down beneath the armour in front of his crotch and squeezed at the warm bulge residing there.\n\nRen could only observe, seeing and even feeling his own hand rubbing over theme hidden private bits in his pants, but being entirely unable to stop anything from happening. “Please… please stop… I don’t want this…” the folf begged. \n\n“You are going to have to come to terms with the fact you are just a passenger, Ren. This is all mine for now… thank you for taking such good care of this body for me!” Twomasks replied, undoing the sash and belt around his waist and loosening it to remove the armour.\n\nRen couldn’t believe that his body had been stolen, and now his most private, precious bits were about to be played with by someone else. To make matters worse, Ren was only interested in girls… and another guy was now in his body about to look at his dick! “B-but why!? Why are you doing this?” \n\n“I think the better question,” Twomasks replied, “would be, why not?”, undoing the button at the top of his pants and discarding the folf’s loincloth, revealing that pretty uncut folf member sat on top of a white pouch of balls with a chestnut-brown treasure trail of fur running down the middle of it. “Oh, that does look pretty...” \n\nRen’s soul went mute for a moment… he was utterly helpless, realising suddenly that with the raccoon in his mind, this stranger would know EVERYTHING about him.. all his desires... all his kinks and what he loved the most about his precious folfhood…\n\nTwomasks smirked, going over the folf’s memories. “Oh… you really like your foreskin, don’t you…” he said, grasping the very tip of that floppy sensitive skin shrouding the head of the folf’s member and giving it a soft squeeze, teasing it back and to between his thumb and finger. It felt surprisingly good… the folf had a particularly sensitive dick, which, along with the rest of his body for now, was all his for his enjoyment.\n\nRen was embarrassed and frightened. “S-stop…it!! Oh… oh my gosh! S-stop playing with my cock!” he sputtered out internally. Yet, the feelings being felt by Twomasks while in his body were also being felt by him… and as much as he was simply a passenger, he could still feel all the sensations his foreskin was triggering… feeling his dick starting to harden up under the touch of someone else in control. \n\nTwomasks grinned, loving being able to feel everything from another guy’s dick... the subtle differences of sensitivity and how it felt... the folf’s scent which was being caught by the folf’s own nose…\n\nHe wrapped his hand around the hardening length and started to gently jerk it slowly… getting images from Ren’s memories of the last time he’d had some fun, with some cute vixen tavern girl a couple of towns away… \n\nRen was silent once more, trying his best not to enjoy what he couldn’t control... he was still uncomfortable with the stranger using his body with no restrictions, though those memories of Jess were something he prized…\n\nAs Twomasks reached to the side of him and pulled out the folf’s own dagger, Ren snapped out of his lusty memories... “W-wait… what are you doing?” \n\nTwomasks smirked, pulling the folf’s foreskin all the way forward forcefully and sitting up, resting the floppy tip of his foreskin up on one of the rocks in front of the fire. “Your foreskin is very sensitive, isn’t it?” he grinned before bringing the knife down just in front of the shrouded head, catching the bunched up tip of the foreskin beyond the blade and pushing down a little, threatening to cut clean off the very forward section of the folf’s own foreskin!\n\n“NO!! PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, I BEG YOU!” Ren cried out, horrified by the thought of losing his precious foreskin.\n\nTwomasks pushed a little harder, the blade pinching down on the sensitive flesh. The folf laughed before taking it away, sitting back again and starting to jerk once more. \n\nHe wrapped his hand around the length and pulled that once-threatened skin back and forth over the sensitive shiny head of Ren’s shaft. “I know how much you like that foreskin…” he laughed again and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of jerking off with someone else’s dick... stolen from them, but not yet taken. \n\nRen was exasperated… he was helpless! His precious dick which meant so much to him was entirely at the mercy of this raccoon inside him – and all he could do was watch as he had his way and did anything he wanted with it!\n\nTwomasks could feel the folf’s orgasm starting to rise up through his legs and into his crotch. The uncut dick in his hand was now oozing pre, lubing up that satin-like skin and gliding back and forth over the sensitive shiny head inside.\n\nRen’s body moaned, and to any outsider it would have looked as if he was jerking himself off - but Twomasks was the one in control.\n\nTwomasks began to breathe heavily, feeling the folf’s body begin to tense up... the climax building steadily… and then after just a few more strokes of that stolen body’s dick, the folf’s orgasm hit – a pleasure so familiar but with flavours of unfamiliarity – the way in which the foreskin felt as it drew back, the feeling of the folf’s seed shooting up his handsome shaft – the way the folf’s cute balls drew up…\n\nFeeling the stolen body’s orgasm in a way that only that person would have ever done before was a delicious experience… and with this being the first time he’d done it, he knew this couldn’t be the last. If orgasms came in different ‘flavours’ in different guys, then he wanted to experience more. \n\nThe thing that made this orgasm sweeter still, as he felt the folf’s thick, virile seed shoot rope after rope, into the fire, sizzling as it hit the red-hot embers… was that this would be the last time the folf’s body would ever experience release with his dick and balls… not that Ren, hostage in his own body, would know.\n\nTwomasks moaned out happily as the folf’s body slipped into afterglow, gently laying back, teasing his drooling folf dick as it slowly softened back down. \n\nRen, used to his own orgasms, would have still been blushing profusely from the whole ordeal… “Y-you have had your fun now... playing with my cock... Let me back in now?” \n\nTwomasks shook his folf head. “No.” he said, still briefly catching his breath from the intense orgasm. “We have two things to do before we get to that.” he said before chuckling softly. \n\n“What? Are you going to kill the beast… using my body?” Ren asked.\n\nThe folf stood up, cleaning off the seed from his softening dick, before tucking his junk back into his pants and buttoning them back up. “No. I know nothing about that beast. If you’re going to do something about that, you would have to go alone.” He said, picking up his armour and belt and fastening it back on correctly, as well as the sash – like he had done it so many times before, using the folf’s own muscle memory. \n\nRen growled quietly. “You lied?!” \n\nThe folf grinned. “Lied? Maybe, but that’s a harsh word. I prefer misleading. I mislead you.” He said as he walked over to his own body, ‘sleeping’ under the shelter, and picked up his steel khopesh. “I’m sure your sword is fine, Ren, but this… this is my weapon of choice.” \n\nRen had never seen a sword like it... it had a curved blade and a hooked appearance to it. He observed as the raccoon controlling his body untied his own treasured blade and attached the khopesh to his waist. “What are we doing then?” he asked.\n\nThe folf took on a more serious expression. “To deal with the scoundrel who ordered the contract on you. Ronwald.” He replied, turning and starting to jog down the road.\n\nRen had no say in the matter, though he didn’t have any problem in dealing with the leader of the bandit group. However, his helpless predicament made him uncertain and nervous… and still embarrassed, knowing the raccoon could feel his junk bouncing in his pants as he ran down the road... not that there was anything the raccoon didn’t know about his body any longer.\n\nIt took a couple of hours to arrive at the secluded wooded area which served as the bandit’s lair, with a cliff face of limestone fifty feet tall. Trees lined the top and base of the cliff. Just ahead was a single brazier with a flame slowly dying in it.\n\nThe folf walked up quietly towards the brazier on steady paws, keeping a keen eye out for anyone who might be on guard. He saw a cave entrance lit up by the red-orange glow emanating from the embers in the brazier.\n\nRen spoke up, not being able to do anything even if someone had jumped out. “There shouldn’t be anyone... I took out Ronwald’s men a few days ago after they robbed and slaughtered that poor family two towns over…” \n\nTwomasks kept quiet, not taking any chances… though should the folf be killed, he’d just return to his body so it wouldn’t be the end of the world. In that case, he’d have to claim his prizes later after yet another trip to the cave.\n\nThe folf carefully stepped up into the entrance of the cave, his ears listening in. Twomasks wondered if the folf’s ears were any better or worse than his own, but he had to trust the body he had. He walked in.\n\nRen couldn’t help himself. “Wait!! Don’t just walk in!” \n\nTwomasks carried on, following the narrowing tunnel in, keeping an eye out for the torches hanging from the cave walls until it opened out.\n\nThe cavern inside was filled with crates, barrels, and carts of miscellaneous pots, bowls, food and grain. To the centre, in a chair with throws of wool over it, was a snoozing wolf.\n\nHe had a scar going from his forehead diagonally across his eye, and his body was muscular. He was wearing a leather tunic and pants, and on the ground beside him was a broadsword. As he slowly breathed during his slumber, he rocked ever so slightly back and forth.\n\nRen looked at the imposing figure he’d had dealings with before. “Stay quiet, and just kill him…” he said, trying to give some advice. But to his horror, instead of staying quiet, he found his body doing the opposite!\n\n“Hey! Ronwald!” The folf called out loudly, the young voice echoing around the cavern. \n\nRen cried out as best he could! “NO! No no no!! Quick! Leave!”\n\nTwomasks ignored Ren’s frantic cries, watching the wolf come round, locking his eyes on the folf in front of him and slowly standing up.\n\nThe wolf’s expression went from surprise to anger. “Why has the little foreign folf shit come into my cave?! Come to meet death?” the wolf asked with a growl.\n\nThe folf smirked confidently. “Yes, I’m here to give you my dick! You asked for it to be cut off, so come over and cut it off!” \n\nRen couldn’t believe what he was hearing! “WHAT?! No!! Get out of here!! He can’t-” his protesting was paused as he found himself raising up the armour over his crotch and undoing his pants, right in front of the wolf… his precious dick flopping free into the cool cave air. If he could have blushed, he would have been bright red.\n\nRonwald sneered. “So! That's all you have in your pants, is it? If I tried to sell it, it wouldn’t be worth more than a halfpenny. That useless scrap of meat would be better used feeding the livestock on the farm down the village… I sent a raccoon out to take those from you, but it seems the ringtail failed. Is that his sword you have?” \n\nRen felt a pang of anger hearing Ronwald’s words. The folf’s bits might not have been as thick as the large wolf’s, but he was still quite well-endowed and plenty of female partners he’d bedded along his journey thus far had loved tending to his handsome uncut shaft.\n\n“Come take my dick and balls. I wont resist!” The folf said over to the wolf.\n\nRen was once again feeling completely helpless as he watched, petrified as the wolf walked over, the bandit feeling confident that he could throw this twink of a folf into the wall if he were to try anything.\n\nRonwald knelt down, the huge muscled bandit still looming large, even when on one knee. He tugged a knife from his belt out and reached out to grab at the folf’s vulnerable package, squeezing at it roughly. “I was wrong, this package of yours isn’t worth shit. Just scraps of meat that should have been cut off at birth!” \n\nRen watched on, screaming internally. “PLEASE STOP HIM!!” he begged as he watched the wolf bring a knife up towards the precious package in his hands… \n\nWithout any warning, Twomasks felt he had humiliated the folf enough. He suddenly brought up the folf’s knee, impacting the wolf’s jaw as hard as he could muster.\n\nThe wolf let go of Ren’s package, growling as he fell back. “YOU’RE DEAD!” he snarled out, throwing the knife he had been about to emasculate the folf with straight at the folf’s head.\n\nThe folf was ready with his hand on the hilt of his khopesh, swinging it round with just enough time to deflect the knife. The knife cartwheeled to the side of the cave, out of reach. “No, but you may wish you were by the time I’m done with you!” Twomasks grinned through the folf.\n\nRen was frantic, still terrified at not being in control of the situation. “Please! We need to leave!”\n\nThe wolf stood back up, then backed up a little to grasp his broadsword, hefting it up. “I’m going to cut you down, and feed your dick and your balls to you so you choke to death on your own pathetic manhood. Then I’ll feed your body to the pigs and send your head back to your clan!” The wolf snarled.\n\nThe folf didn’t allow the wolf to make the first move. Regardless as to what body he was in, Twomasks knew agility was the thing he had over this lumbering giant. He darted in, keeping his eyes on the wolf’s eyes, and as he closed, the wolf made a predictable lunge, swinging the cumbersome broadsword down. \n\nTwomasks swung his own blade round, deflecting the sword – and bouncing back, his own sword being lighter than the heavy broadsword – but it did reduce the momentum, and he made it behind the wolf in time to spin round and slash straight up the wolf’s back.\n\nThe curved blade sliced through the back of the wolf’s leather tunic, but only lightly cut into his skin with the leather taking most of the sting from the blade’s edge.\n\nThe wolf roared in pain and spun round, though the folf had already stepped to the side as the wolf swung his sword diagonally up from the ground trying to take the folf’s head straight off with a single swipe.\n\nRen was being psychologically tortured at this point… everything he was witnessing he could have no input into. He knew what he would have done, and his fighting style was very different to what the raccoon was doing with his body. Seeing the sword heading up straight for his neck, he was sure he was a split second away from death!\n\nTwomasks, however, knew the capabilities of his weapon. He brought his sword up in one fluid motion, the curve of his sword catching the incoming blade of the wolf’s sword, channelling it down to the hooked notch, catching it and removing all momentum from it.\n\nWith the blade safely where he wanted it, the folf now twisted his sword, catching the underside of the wolf’s further to the hilt with the end of his own, and with one final flick he had prized the sword from the wolf’s grip – the hefty broadsword flinging away with an almighty clang.\n\nThe wolf snarled once more, but as he lunged forth to retrieve the blade, the folf had already brought his blade round, this time slashing up at the front of the tunic. \n\nRonwald yelped out, with his momentum going forward and the curved blade impacting his front. The blade bit deeper than it had the last time, cutting deeply into his chest - bouncing off each of his ribs in time as it passed through and finally sliced through. He stumbled back, reeling from the blow. \n\nThe folf hadn’t finished though. Jumping forward, he spun the blade round so the heavy iron pommel was now facing forward, thrusting it towards the side of the wolf’s head before he could get his footing.\n\nThe wolf saw a flash as the folf’s weapon hit – and fell to the ground in a heavy heap. His head was ringing, and the cavern was spinning.\n\nThe folf now walked over and kicked the wolf across the face to ensure he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Ronwald let out a yelp, trying to bring his hands up to nurse his pounding head.\n\nRen had never seen a weapon used in the way the raccoon had done before... but as much as he admired the fight, he knew he still wanted out. “Well done... now we need to leave!”\n\n“No, folf. We are here for a reason.” Twomasks said out loud.\n\nThe wolf groaned on the floor, confused. “Y-you talking to yourself, you little shit?”\n\nThe folf gave the wolf yet another kick around the head – eliciting another yelp from him before finally crouching down, lifting the front of the wolf’s tunic up to reveal his crotch, showing a sizable bulge in the leather pants tied up at the front. \n\nRen was uncomfortable. “No, leave his cock... I don’t touch males…” he said.\n\nBut he had no say in the matter. He watched as he brought up the sharpened blade of the khopesh to cut through the cord tying the wolf’s leather pants together at the front, and with his hand reaching out he pulled down and opened the front, the wolf’s impressive package flopping free. \n\nRen was a little disgusted… being straight, he’d had no desire to deal with the other guy’s junk, and even less so his own enemy’s.\n\nThe wolf’s dick was a cut human-like dick. Though it was flaccid, even in this softened state it was thick and six inches long... there was no doubt in either Twomasks or Ren’s minds that if he had been hard, it would have been at minimum ten inches of thick wolf meat. He also had a pouch of orbs that looked like they could be the size of apples... but while Ren was trying to work out what fruit size they would be, he realised the raccoon was having him grasp at the wolf’s heavy package.\n\n“W-what are you doing?! Don’t touch them!! Eugh!!!” Ren exclaimed.\n\nThe wolf let out a quiet, confused protest, still trying to orientate himself. “W-what the fuck!?” \n\nThe folf placed the hooked side of his sword up against the bunched-up flesh behind his hand holding the whole package. “If you hire someone to cut off someone’s dick and balls, don’t leave out the sadistic parts.” He said with a growl, pulling the sharpened hook down and slicing into the sensitive wolf flesh. \n\nThe wolf let out a yelp, suddenly sounding more like a puppy than a large, muscular adult wolf. Ren, still a passenger in his own body, could only watch as the wolf’s cock and balls were methodically sliced from his body. \n\nWith one final tug of the blade, the wolf’s hefty package came free, its full weight now hanging from the folf’s hand. The wolf curled up in pain, his hands now clasping his bloody crotch.\n\nHolding the wolf’s dick and balls in one hand, the folf put his sword back onto his belt, and then buttoned up his pants that he’d left undone when luring the wolf in close. “Ronwald, if you do survive this… it’s time to leave this place.” He said before turning and heading out of the cave, the wolf’s junk still hanging from his left hand.\n\nAs the folf headed back to the camp, Ren spoke up again “Is that it then? Will you let me have my body back now?”\n\n“One more thing when we get back.” Twomasks grinned as he padded along.\n\nAfter a few more hours, the folf arrived back at the camp, his footpaws aching and thankful that there was still a little heat coming from the fire. The evening had turned fairly cool, and with the mist closing in once again, the cold humidity soaked through the folf’s armour and clothes beneath, making him shiver every now and then. \n\nHe sat down by the fire and stretched his legs out, giving his feet a rest. “Your footpaws don’t have as much endurance as mine...” Twomasks commented.\n\n“Then give me back my body!!” Ren replied.\n\nTwomasks smirked. “Hmm… first, let's have a closer look at these wolf bits, shall we?” he said, knowing Ren really didn’t want to.\n\n“No!!” Ren protested, watching himself raise the package up to eye level.\n\nThe folf then grasped the six-inch flaccid wolf dick up with his other hand and rubbed its tip over his nose, breathing in the wolf’s scent.\n\nRen was fairly repulsed by the whole thing, though there was a little something to the wolf’s scent which reminded him of when he had last pushed his muzzle up into a tavern girl’s crotch to give her a little bit of a special ‘kiss’. To his horror, he found his muzzle opening and the cold dick being pushed into his mouth… the salty tang of the wolf’s length filling his senses.\n\nTwomasks grinned, tasting the vanquished wolf’s dick through the muzzle of the puppet folf, suckling and chewing gently on it… only to then let it slip free from his muzzle and setting it down by the fire. “He tastes pretty good for a big bad wolf, don’t you think?” \n\n“That was gross!!” Ren replied.\t\n\n“Really?” Twomasks grinned. “Then let's taste something a little more to your… liking.” He smirked before undoing the belt and sash once again, letting his armour fall from him before undoing the button fastening his pants.\n\n“I... I don’t eat my own cum, if that’s what you’re thinking!” Ren said, trying to work out what he was about to put in his muzzle.\n\nThe folf grinned. “Good, we won't be feeding you that.” He said, pulling his uncut folfhood out from his pants, his scent once again greeting his nose. This time, it was a little stronger from the folf having jerked off some five hours ago. It had a sweeter note to it from his pre and cum.\n\nRen would have blushed deeply once again. No one had ever gotten to breathe in that scent but him before, and now the raccoon was relishing it… “Please just let me back into my body! You’ve had your fun!”\n\nThe folf snickered. “Almost had my fun!” he said, grasping the tip of the foreskin and teasing it. “You love your cock so much… so precious and private to you. You love jerking it off to the thoughts of those girls you have ploughed in taverns across the continent… oh, and how they squealed in pleasure as this precious length filled them…” he grinned. “And it is very sensitive, I have to admit.” He said, feeling the folf’s length begin to firm a little in his hand… but then he paused, pulling a piece of twine from one of the pouches on the belt he had taken off.\n\nHe wrapped it around the very base of the folf’s package, bunching up the flesh where his white fluffy pouch joined his shaft before pulling it tight, the twine biting in, hurting although it seemed that Twomasks didn’t register the pain.\n\nRen squeaked. “W-wait!! What are you doing? I… I don’t think my shaft and balls should be tied that tightly…” \n\nThe folf shook his head “No, they’re not your dick and balls anymore. They’re mine. From that delicious foreskin, right to that pretty pouch of balls.”\n\nRen was beginning to get scared once again. “N-no... what are you… ” he stopped as he saw his paw reach out and grasp his dagger, bringing it down to that precious package of his. “WAIT! Please! No! Please don’t cut my shaft and balls off!! I need them!! Please, I’ll do anything!!” he cried, knowing there was nothing he could do to physically stop the raccoon inhabiting his body from doing anything. \n\nThe folf grinned, pressing the cold, sharpened steel blade up against the flesh just in front of the twine binding his most precious body parts. “I bet you never thought you’d see yourself cut your own cock and balls off, did you?” he said before starting to draw that blade over and into those special parts that defined him as male, the handsome young folf starting to cut off his own bits!\n\nRen squeaked out, his soul in shambles. “NO!! FOR ALL THE GODS’ SAKE, I BEG YOU… PLEASE STOP!” The pain seemed oddly detached… it was there, sharp and deep – but it was almost as if it was being witnessed by someone else.\n\nThe folf grinned, squishing at his semi-hard dick as he continued to slice into it, pre starting to ooze once again from its tip as if it were desperate to ejaculate one last time. Twomasks was taking every opportunity to remind the folf of what he was losing – that sensitive ‘sheath’ of flesh that protected that all-so-sensitive head of the shaft that had given him pleasure so many times over the years, even just a few hours ago - but now coming loose in his own hands.\n\nRen couldn’t do anything but plead helplessly, witnessing his own hands cutting his own precious bits from his own crotch… the base of his dick, almost completely severed, the pliable fluffy pouch’s base being sliced through cleanly and easily. Suddenly, the blade emerged through the other side and flicked free. He watched his hand raise up his own severed cock and balls to eye level… “N-no….” he whimpered in denial, unable to resist.\n\nThe folf brought his own severed dick up to his nose, rubbing the pre-slickened tip of his foreskin over it, breathing in his own former scent. “So sweet…” he said quietly before opening his muzzle.\n\n“NO!!” was all Ren’s soul seemed to be able to say – before his own semi-hard dick was pushed into his maw!\n\nWhat surprised him was how he tasted… he thought back to all the times girls had sucked him off, and now he knew what they had enjoyed. A sweetness, laced with the saltiness of his own pre… He may have been disgusted by the wolf’s dick, but his own seemed to taste surprisingly good as his own flavour filled his maw.\n\nThe folf pulled the dick from his muzzle and placed it down on top of the wolf’s package on the ground. “There. Now I have done everything I needed.”\n\nHe stood up and fetched a little rope, set his khopesh down by the canvas shelter, and then sat down with his back up against the oak tree before awkwardly began tying the rope around his own wrists, eventually getting to the point where he had to use his muzzle to pull the end of the knot tight. “Okay Ren, time to come back to your body. It’s a little lighter than it was... and a little less… male…” He snickered.\n\nThe folf uttered some more words that seemed to be unrecognisable by anyone who would have listened - and just as before, Ren saw a bright purple flash. \n\nAs it faded, he realised as he blinked, his body was blinking… he was back in control of his body once again! The poor folf began to sob, starting to realize the dull aching pain in his crotch… he looked down to see the bunched-up scrap of flesh which marked where his once precious dick and balls had once been… and then over to the fire where they now lay, on top of the wolf’s.\n\nThe raccoon could be heard stirring from under the canvas shelter, stretching and yawning, he slid himself out, looking over at the teary-eyed folf. “I had the strangest dream!” he said, grinning.\n\n“Let me go!” Ren shouted through his tears, trying to pull at the rope around his wrists. “You… you bastard!”\n\n“Nah, I have one more thing to do before I leave you be.” Twomasks said, padding over and taking hold of the still-warm folf package. “I remember how good these felt to jerk off…” he said, grasping the base and wrapping his hand round the semi-hard length, slowly drawing the foreskin back and forth just as he had while it was still attached earlier. “Mmm… it was so sensitive… and that foreskin you loved so much!” He grinned. “I want to feel that again.” \n\n“How would you do that, huh?! You… you took it from me... even if you got in me again, you wouldn’t be able to do that anymore...” Ren snapped back. \n\nTwomasks picked up the dagger that the folf had used to emasculate himself with. “Oh… raccoons are filled with clever solutions to problems.” he said, placing the severed folf dick down so it rested on the rock, similarly to how he had done so earlier when Ren thought he was about to be circumcised. The raccoon once again pinched at the foreskin, drawing up as much as he could tug over the head. But this time, instead of putting the blade in front of the head, he rested the sharp steel blade just behind the ridge of the hidden head within.\n\n“Wait… w-what are you…” Ren stammered, watching the all-so-familiar piece of severed flesh that had been such an important part of him over the years be teased and poked at by the dagger.\n\nTwomasks now carefully and gently drew the knife towards him, the blade nipping in, slicing through the once so sensitive flesh hiding the head, drawing a red line behind only for the ridge of the head to force its way through from the tautness of the skin being pulled up in front of it by the raccoon’s other hand. \n\nRen wanted to plead or scream, but there was no use… he knew that though the raccoon was slicing through his foreskin, that dick was no longer his anymore… this was no different to the raccoon than cutting the end off a piece of meat.\n\nHe watched as his precious dick had its beloved foreskin sliced from it, tears streaming down his face as the raccoon turned and sliced through more until finally, the last scrap of flesh was sliced through and the head of his severed dick slipped back. \n\nTwomasks held up the once-so-sensitive silky foreskin that had been the folf’s most treasured possession.\n\n“There.” The raccoon said, grinning. As Ren watched, the raccoon unbuckled his pants, and slowly slid them down, letting his already hard uncut raccoonhood bounce free into the early morning air… He pulled his own foreskin back the whole way, before bringing the severed skin he had harvested from the folf forth. Where once the folf’s sensitive head had been kept hidden and protected, he now pushed his own, pulling on the folf’s severed foreskin like a cocksleeve. \n\nThe once-so-sensitive tip of Ren’s foreskin now hugged the end of his own length, and interestingly, his dick seemed to take on the appearance of the folf’s dick before he’d cut it off.\n \nRen’s jaw quivered as he saw his precious plaything, not only having been severed, but now being used by someone else on their own shaft!\n\nTwomasks wrapped his hand around his length, slowly drawing the folf’s supple foreskin back and forth over his own dick. Though it wasn’t the same as when he’d jerked off with it earlier when it had been so sensitive on its own, the very feel of the folf’s silky sleeve caressing his own cock head just as it had so many times before for the folf’s gave him such an intoxicating feeling… he closed his eyes and pawed a little quicker. \n\nThe very fact he was jerking off using the folf’s foreskin was enough to bring him to the edge quicker than usual.\n\nRen let out a small whine, remembering how good it felt to jerk off, knowing he would never feel his foreskin again. He had loved his endowment so much, and now it was gone…\n\nTwomasks brought the freshly circumcised folfhood up to his muzzle and started to suck on the smooth head, more of the folf’s last pre escaping the tip, filling his muzzle with Ren’s sweet scent. The folf’s foreskin was still slick with the folf’s own pre, smoothly gliding back and forth. With one final tug of that silky shroud over his head, he shot his seed onto the grass in front of him.\n\nThe raccoon pulled the folf’s length from his maw and once more dropped it on top of the bonus wolf package… Then, still panting, he slipped Ren’s severed foreskin from his dick, looking at it for a moment.\n\nRen knew the raccoon was trying to work out what to do with it… and then watched in horror as he brought it up and slipped it into his muzzle! “W-what … are you going to do...?” he asked, his voice breaking a little.\n\nTwomasks looked over at Ren, the horrified young folf’s wide blue eyes glistening with tears looking back at him. He slipped his tongue into that silky sweet and salty skin, a little of his own seed adding to the uniqueness of it… and then, he let it slip to the back of his throat, and swallowed… \n\n“A light bite…” Twomasks said, seeing the folf realize his treasured foreskin had not just been cut from him, not just used as a cock sleeve, but now eaten. \n\nThe raccoon stood up and walked over, patting Ren on the head gently, and retrieving the purple crystal. The young folf was still in a state of shock, a horrified and distant look across his face. “Don’t worry. I heard that the Beast of Barrow only attacks guys, and you don’t have any junk anymore! I’m sure that will give you the advantage.” He snickered, fastening his pants back up and collecting his sword. \n\nFinally, he walked over and picked up Ren’s severed package, along with the wolf’s hefty meat. “A meal and a toy... it’s been a productive night…” he said, before walking off into the mist, leaving Ren still bound to the tree, a little lighter than he had once been.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "WARNING: This story contains scenes of possession (the taking over of someone else’s body), penectomy (removal of the penis), castration (removal of the balls), circumcision (After the removal of the penis) and has scenes of a homosexual nature. If you don't like any of these, you may be best closing the story now ;)


Contact: Ronwald
Target: Ren, The Mercenary
Age: 20
Species: Folf
Remove: Rod and Balls.
Reason: This foreign mercenary roams these lands as if they be his own, striking down men who do naught but strive to make their living. Five of my loyal ‘wardens of the county’ he slain, and all for merely relieving a few travellers of goods they could well spare. Mark me, this knave deserves a lesson so fierce that no trace of his line shall take root here nor in any land beyond. Take his balls, and to deprive him of any enjoyment in idle pastime, the rod that goes with them.


The year was 1510, and nestled in a valley in the northern moors in England was the village of Barrow’s Hollow.
 
The village was surrounded by hills laying beneath a light mist, gradually rolling down into the valley below. Morning fog hung close to the ground, drifting along the single muddy road that served as the main street and mingling with the scent of woodsmoke coming from thatched rooftops. A cart creaked past, pulled by an impressive looking ox, its wheels grinding through the ruts as a pair of feral chickens darted out of its path, squawking in protest.

The village was usually a quiet place, but today a stranger was in town wearing strange looking clothes and armour and carrying an unusual sword.

His name was Ren, a mercenary from the Orient exploring the world as a way of not just making coin, but also to try to bring a little more justice, peace, and safety to an often dangerous world. As he walked, the lacquered pieces of his oriental armour flexed and rubbed against each other, catching the dull light of the sun as it struggled to break through the cloudy sky.

No matter where he went, he would receive somewhat strange looks. People had never seen a person dressed as he was – in this odd armour, a cloak, and what they saw as armoured flaps hanging down from his belt, over which a teal sash was tied and hung down on one side.

At his right hip, an unusual blade hung in a slim, dark sheath, its handle bound in a manner unfamiliar to English eyes. The weapon’s profile was similar to a sabre, but it was more than a means of offence or defence to him; it was a symbol of his heritage, a reminder of the path he had chosen -  a path that combined both honour and duty in a world that often lacked both.

At the centre of the village stood the Rose and Crown. It was a sturdy black-and-white timber-framed tavern with a thatched roof which looked as if it had been there longer than the village itself. Its weathered dark oak beams criss-crossed over its exterior in stark contrast to its limewashed daub which stood out in white, making it look familiar and inviting even to a travelling mercenary like Ren.

Ren had made camp just out of the village to avoid being a distraction or disturbance to the village folk. He’d arrived yesterday, on a mission from a nearby town to slay a wild beast in a woods not far from here that had marauded and slain any who had been unfortunate enough to come across its path.

He pushed open the tavern’s door, the thick wooden slab groaning on its rusty hinges as it swung inwards. He was greeted by a rush of warm air, carrying the smells of stale ale, spilled beer, and smoke from the fireplace over on the far wall.  Shadows flickered around the room as the firelight caught on the well-worn tables and benches that filled the space.

Over by the fire and wrapped in a worn woollen cloak sat an elderly looking woman, a hedgehog who looked like she could tell many fine tales. By her was a fox of about the same age as Ren, in his twenties, wearing a loose long-sleeved tunic belted round his waist and woollen short trousers.

Opposite them, forming the third of the group, was a wolf in his late thirties wearing a thicker tunic than the fox in a dark greeny-brown colour along with a dark green pair of short trousers. Over his tunic, he wore a woollen vest for extra warmth.

Ren nodded to the innkeeper, a stocky otter, and walked over to the bar, asking in his slightly exotic accent for a mug of spiced cider.

The otter laughed “Spiced… Cider?! Do you think this is Saint James’ palace, lad? If you’re wanting spiced things, you’d be better asking Lord Everly up the manor!”

Ren blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed... “Oh, sorry sir… a mug of ale, maybe?” he inquired before putting a coin down on the bar.

This, the innkeeper could do.

As he took his mug over to a bench, he listened in to the conversation which had been going on at the far end of the room.

The wolf farmer sighed. “No matter what I harvest, it’s never enough. Every penny goes straight to Lord Everly.”

The elderly hedgehog lady nodded “Same here… my weaving barely covers the cost of the wool, and Everly keeps adding taxes. It’s like he wants to take everything we have.”

The younger fox spoke up now. “And that steward of his, Randall? He’s at our fields every week. Last month he took some of our oats, saying it’s for Everly’s ‘protection’ over us.”

The wolf replied “Protection, ha. Right. My grandfather used to call it stealing. Not much has changed.”

The hedgehog added “And we’re paying for it. If Everly’s not taking a cut, it’s the church’s dues. My son nearly got hauled off for collecting firewood because Everly says that land is his.”

The fox snickered. “And the priest tells us we should be grateful for Everly’s generosity!”

The wolf waved his hands dismissively. “Generosity? Remember last winter? When old John’s family fell behind on their church dues, the priest took half their grain as payment. Left them with almost nothing. Makes you wonder… if this is the price of ‘peace’, what would we do if fighting broke out again?”

The hedgehog sighed. “Folks haven’t forgotten the war from a couple decades back, when neighbours turned against each other. Some of our neighbours fought for York, and others still hold grudges.”

The fox looked a little uncomfortable. “That was people from here, yeah? People from the same village?”

The elderly hedgehog nodded. “Yes. Families were torn apart. My father called it a dark time, a time when you never knew who you could trust.”

The wolf added “And now they tell us we’re at peace, but here we are paying more than ever. If it’s not Everly’s taxes, it’s the King’s.”

The fox looked into his mug of ale with a bit of annoyance. “Maybe if Everly tried our work for a day, he’d see how hard it is.”

The hedgehog lady laughed. “Right… like that will ever happen! Everly cares about his purse, not us. Besides, as if a gentleman of his standing would join the likes of any of us toiling the fields or spinning a loom.”

The wolf smirked and raised his mug. “To forever paying our ‘peace’ and to the hope that we’re strong enough to keep going.”

They all raised their mugs and in almost perfect unison then said “To strength!” as if it was some kind as if it were a common toast.

Ren’s ears perked up once more as the door creaked open again. This time, a raccoon padded in, wearing a dark-hooded cloak which concealed most of everything about him. It was fastened up below his neck with a simple iron broach, but having reached out to close the door, it looked like the sword which he wore on his belt had a none-too-typical hilt.

The raccoon glanced over at the orange, chestnut, and cream coloured folf at the bench before going to the bar to get himself a mug of ale. He then sat at a table not too far from Ren as the folf turned to look over at the three by the fire.

“Have any of you folk heard of the Beast of Barrow?” Ren asked inquisitively, hoping to learn more about the murderous beast.

The three turned to look at the stranger, eyeing him down before the wolf eventually spoke up. “Aye, and you’d be wise to stay away from it. There've been a few stupid young boys like you trying to look for it before – all ended up never being seen again. If you want my advice, I’d look after my health, find someone to start a family, and put your weapon to bed.”

Ren nodded. “Thank you sir, I will certainly think on it... but would you happen to know what it is?”

The hedgehog lady now spoke, with an admonishing tone. “A folly for boys who should be settling down!”

Ren sighed quietly and nodded back politely, murmuring a “Thank you, ma’am.” before looking back to his mug of ale.

The raccoon now stood up and walked over, sitting down on the bench beside Ren, the two strangers now sitting next to each other.

“I may know about the Beast of Barrow.” The raccoon said, his accent being difficult to place. It was a strange mix of English with accents from across the broader continents that Ren had travelled through.

Ren looked at the raccoon. “You do?” he asked curiously.

Twomasks nodded. “Yeah. It’s a huge wild boar, but the legends say you’d need more than just steel to defeat it. I can help with that too.”

“More than steel? So, it is almost a mythical beast?” Ren asked, his blue eyes lighting up with a hint of youthful excitement.

The raccoon grinned. This was going to be easier than he had expected, given the young folf’s naivety. “Yes. I can guide you to where it will be, but maybe it would be best to do that tomorrow… the night is almost upon us. Do you have somewhere to stay for the evening?” he asked.

“I’ve made camp just outside the village, would you be able to join me?” Ren asked, knowing there wasn’t a tent for shelter for the both of them.

Twomasks nodded “Yes. That would be fine. My name is Rascal. My companion couldn’t quite grasp my name with his English accent, so we go with that these days.”

Ren blinked. “Your companion? Would he be coming also? I’m Ren, by the way.”

“No, Jason is staying a few towns from here while I’m here on business. He’s got his own errands to run... It’s good to meet you, Ren.” Twomasks said with a grin and then finished the rest of his ale.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but your accent... where are you from?” Ren asked curiously, still struggling to place the accent of the raccoon.

Twomasks chuckled a little. “Well, that would be a long story. For the sake of keeping things a little simple, I am from Egypt… though I spent years on the continent in Europe and arrived here in England a few years ago.”

Ren’s face took on a slightly puzzled expression. “Egypt? I hope to travel there one day! Though, you don’t seem to have had enough years to have taken on local accents…” The folf trailed off, not wanting to appear rude.

Twomasks smirked. “Well, some of us are more susceptible to it than others I think.” he replied, keeping his true story close to his chest. “Should we head out?”

Ren nodded and quickly finished his own ale before standing up from the table. “Yes, let’s go and get the fire going.”

The two left the tavern and headed back up the muddy street, leaving the village behind. Within ten minutes of crossing the boundary, they reached a small clearing beneath an oak tree just off the beaten path. A rope had been tied around the tree's trunk and pegged to the ground with a worn knife. Draped over it was a tarred canvas, secured on either side by a couple of rocks.

Ren walked over to a small ring of stones, inside which laid the remnants of a fire he had lit the previous night. He gathered some twigs and sticks, then, using a flint and his knife, set fire to some wood shavings and quickly had the campfire blazing.

The two sat by the fire, and Ren brought up the topic of the beast once again. "So, the beast… what will I need besides steel to defeat it?"

Twomasks pulled out a purple crystal tied onto a string, fashioned to be worn around the neck. "This." he said, holding it out to Ren. "It's a mystical crystal with special properties. I retrieved it from a cult a few years back. They were using it for… other things. However, it should suit your purpose just fine."

Ren reached out, taking and examining the crystal carefully. He had seen purple crystals before, but something was different about this one - iridescent bands ran through it, shimmering faintly. Letting the stone drop from his hand, he slipped the necklace over his head, letting the crystal rest against the chest plate of his armour. "Thank you. What does it do?"

Twomasks smirked. "It will keep you safe from the beast," he lied, before looking around. "Shall I rest against the tree for the night?" he asked.

Ren looked up, deciding it would be polite to offer his guest the better shelter. “No, please sleep under the canvas!" He gestured toward it.

The raccoon glanced at the shelter and nodded. "Thank you! That will be perfect," he said, padding over to the canvas and settling comfortably underneath. “Oh, and be careful not to lose anything…” he added cryptically.

Ren looked over, slightly puzzled. "Hm?" he asked, trying to work out what Rascal had meant.

The raccoon responded by muttering some unintelligible words, and before Ren could think about it, a bright purple flash burst from the crystal, stunning him. As the light faded, he felt very odd, suddenly realizing that he couldn't move! His body didn’t seem to respond. He could see, smell, and taste, but he couldn’t blink or move one bit.

He was starting to panic when suddenly his body did move... and then said “Well, look at this!” and he looked at his own hand.

Ren, still confused, tried to speak. Though his body wouldn’t pronounce the words, he could still say them in his head. “What is going on?!”

Ren felt his body jump as he spoke... to which it then responded, “Someday, I’m going to get the hang of this crystal. Apparently, you’re still here… I’m Rascal, and I now have your body.” The possessed folf grinned, stretching out in his new form and feeling how lean and agile the folf’s body was.

“W-what?! Please… please get out! Please don’t hurt me…” Ren’s soul pleaded out in his mind, the poor folf terrified by what he assumed was dark magic.

Twomasks, having completely possessed Ren’s body, smirked, looking over at his own raccoon body currently ‘sleeping’ under the canvas. “No, I don’t think I’ll get out. This body is mine now… all of it!” He grinned. “... And all of your memories too!” he said, pondering about what he was here to do.

Ren whimpered, realizing there was nothing he could do. He was simply an observer in his own body… he had been completely dispossessed of it.

Twomasks was ‘remembering’ Ren’s encounters with the very person who had contracted him to deal with the folf... and it turned out that though the bandit had been truthful about taking things, what Twomasks had not been told in the contract was the matter of the scoundrel murdering those he took things from… which could have been alluded to with ‘goods they could well spare’… “Hm. It seems the person who wanted me to deal with you wasn’t entirely upfront with information.” he muttered out loud.

Ren could see what Twomasks was seeing in his mind. “Ronwald asked you to kill me?!”

“Not quite... but let's deal with him later.” Twomasks grinned and started to access memories in Ren’s head about what Ren had in his pants under that handsome armour of his…

If Ren could have blushed, he would have. “W-what are you doing?! Stop it!! Th-these are my memories!”

“Oh no… for the moment, they are OUR memories!” Twomasks said aloud through Ren’s mouth... and with that, he moved his hand down beneath the armour in front of his crotch and squeezed at the warm bulge residing there.

Ren could only observe, seeing and even feeling his own hand rubbing over theme hidden private bits in his pants, but being entirely unable to stop anything from happening. “Please… please stop… I don’t want this…” the folf begged.

“You are going to have to come to terms with the fact you are just a passenger, Ren. This is all mine for now… thank you for taking such good care of this body for me!” Twomasks replied, undoing the sash and belt around his waist and loosening it to remove the armour.

Ren couldn’t believe that his body had been stolen, and now his most private, precious bits were about to be played with by someone else. To make matters worse, Ren was only interested in girls… and another guy was now in his body about to look at his dick! “B-but why!? Why are you doing this?”

“I think the better question,” Twomasks replied, “would be, why not?”, undoing the button at the top of his pants and discarding the folf’s loincloth, revealing that pretty uncut folf member sat on top of a white pouch of balls with a chestnut-brown treasure trail of fur running down the middle of it. “Oh, that does look pretty...”

Ren’s soul went mute for a moment… he was utterly helpless, realising suddenly that with the raccoon in his mind, this stranger would know EVERYTHING about him.. all his desires... all his kinks and what he loved the most about his precious folfhood…

Twomasks smirked, going over the folf’s memories. “Oh… you really like your foreskin, don’t you…” he said, grasping the very tip of that floppy sensitive skin shrouding the head of the folf’s member and giving it a soft squeeze, teasing it back and to between his thumb and finger. It felt surprisingly good… the folf had a particularly sensitive dick, which, along with the rest of his body for now, was all his for his enjoyment.

Ren was embarrassed and frightened. “S-stop…it!! Oh… oh my gosh! S-stop playing with my cock!” he sputtered out internally. Yet, the feelings being felt by Twomasks while in his body were also being felt by him… and as much as he was simply a passenger, he could still feel all the sensations his foreskin was triggering… feeling his dick starting to harden up under the touch of someone else in control.

Twomasks grinned, loving being able to feel everything from another guy’s dick... the subtle differences of sensitivity and how it felt... the folf’s scent which was being caught by the folf’s own nose…

He wrapped his hand around the hardening length and started to gently jerk it slowly… getting images from Ren’s memories of the last time he’d had some fun, with some cute vixen tavern girl a couple of towns away…

Ren was silent once more, trying his best not to enjoy what he couldn’t control... he was still uncomfortable with the stranger using his body with no restrictions, though those memories of Jess were something he prized…

As Twomasks reached to the side of him and pulled out the folf’s own dagger, Ren snapped out of his lusty memories... “W-wait… what are you doing?”

Twomasks smirked, pulling the folf’s foreskin all the way forward forcefully and sitting up, resting the floppy tip of his foreskin up on one of the rocks in front of the fire. “Your foreskin is very sensitive, isn’t it?” he grinned before bringing the knife down just in front of the shrouded head, catching the bunched up tip of the foreskin beyond the blade and pushing down a little, threatening to cut clean off the very forward section of the folf’s own foreskin!

“NO!! PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, I BEG YOU!” Ren cried out, horrified by the thought of losing his precious foreskin.

Twomasks pushed a little harder, the blade pinching down on the sensitive flesh. The folf laughed before taking it away, sitting back again and starting to jerk once more.

He wrapped his hand around the length and pulled that once-threatened skin back and forth over the sensitive shiny head of Ren’s shaft. “I know how much you like that foreskin…” he laughed again and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of jerking off with someone else’s dick... stolen from them, but not yet taken.

Ren was exasperated… he was helpless! His precious dick which meant so much to him was entirely at the mercy of this raccoon inside him – and all he could do was watch as he had his way and did anything he wanted with it!

Twomasks could feel the folf’s orgasm starting to rise up through his legs and into his crotch. The uncut dick in his hand was now oozing pre, lubing up that satin-like skin and gliding back and forth over the sensitive shiny head inside.

Ren’s body moaned, and to any outsider it would have looked as if he was jerking himself off - but Twomasks was the one in control.

Twomasks began to breathe heavily, feeling the folf’s body begin to tense up... the climax building steadily… and then after just a few more strokes of that stolen body’s dick, the folf’s orgasm hit – a pleasure so familiar but with flavours of unfamiliarity – the way in which the foreskin felt as it drew back, the feeling of the folf’s seed shooting up his handsome shaft – the way the folf’s cute balls drew up…

Feeling the stolen body’s orgasm in a way that only that person would have ever done before was a delicious experience… and with this being the first time he’d done it, he knew this couldn’t be the last. If orgasms came in different ‘flavours’ in different guys, then he wanted to experience more.

The thing that made this orgasm sweeter still, as he felt the folf’s thick, virile seed shoot rope after rope, into the fire, sizzling as it hit the red-hot embers… was that this would be the last time the folf’s body would ever experience release with his dick and balls… not that Ren, hostage in his own body, would know.

Twomasks moaned out happily as the folf’s body slipped into afterglow, gently laying back, teasing his drooling folf dick as it slowly softened back down.

Ren, used to his own orgasms, would have still been blushing profusely from the whole ordeal… “Y-you have had your fun now... playing with my cock... Let me back in now?”

Twomasks shook his folf head. “No.” he said, still briefly catching his breath from the intense orgasm. “We have two things to do before we get to that.” he said before chuckling softly.

“What? Are you going to kill the beast… using my body?” Ren asked.

The folf stood up, cleaning off the seed from his softening dick, before tucking his junk back into his pants and buttoning them back up. “No. I know nothing about that beast. If you’re going to do something about that, you would have to go alone.” He said, picking up his armour and belt and fastening it back on correctly, as well as the sash – like he had done it so many times before, using the folf’s own muscle memory.

Ren growled quietly. “You lied?!”

The folf grinned. “Lied? Maybe, but that’s a harsh word. I prefer misleading. I mislead you.” He said as he walked over to his own body, ‘sleeping’ under the shelter, and picked up his steel khopesh. “I’m sure your sword is fine, Ren, but this… this is my weapon of choice.”

Ren had never seen a sword like it... it had a curved blade and a hooked appearance to it. He observed as the raccoon controlling his body untied his own treasured blade and attached the khopesh to his waist. “What are we doing then?” he asked.

The folf took on a more serious expression. “To deal with the scoundrel who ordered the contract on you. Ronwald.” He replied, turning and starting to jog down the road.

Ren had no say in the matter, though he didn’t have any problem in dealing with the leader of the bandit group. However, his helpless predicament made him uncertain and nervous… and still embarrassed, knowing the raccoon could feel his junk bouncing in his pants as he ran down the road... not that there was anything the raccoon didn’t know about his body any longer.

It took a couple of hours to arrive at the secluded wooded area which served as the bandit’s lair, with a cliff face of limestone fifty feet tall. Trees lined the top and base of the cliff. Just ahead was a single brazier with a flame slowly dying in it.

The folf walked up quietly towards the brazier on steady paws, keeping a keen eye out for anyone who might be on guard. He saw a cave entrance lit up by the red-orange glow emanating from the embers in the brazier.

Ren spoke up, not being able to do anything even if someone had jumped out. “There shouldn’t be anyone... I took out Ronwald’s men a few days ago after they robbed and slaughtered that poor family two towns over…”

Twomasks kept quiet, not taking any chances… though should the folf be killed, he’d just return to his body so it wouldn’t be the end of the world. In that case, he’d have to claim his prizes later after yet another trip to the cave.

The folf carefully stepped up into the entrance of the cave, his ears listening in. Twomasks wondered if the folf’s ears were any better or worse than his own, but he had to trust the body he had. He walked in.

Ren couldn’t help himself. “Wait!! Don’t just walk in!”

Twomasks carried on, following the narrowing tunnel in, keeping an eye out for the torches hanging from the cave walls until it opened out.

The cavern inside was filled with crates, barrels, and carts of miscellaneous pots, bowls, food and grain. To the centre, in a chair with throws of wool over it, was a snoozing wolf.

He had a scar going from his forehead diagonally across his eye, and his body was muscular. He was wearing a leather tunic and pants, and on the ground beside him was a broadsword. As he slowly breathed during his slumber, he rocked ever so slightly back and forth.

Ren looked at the imposing figure he’d had dealings with before. “Stay quiet, and just kill him…” he said, trying to give some advice. But to his horror, instead of staying quiet, he found his body doing the opposite!

“Hey! Ronwald!” The folf called out loudly, the young voice echoing around the cavern.

Ren cried out as best he could! “NO! No no no!! Quick! Leave!”

Twomasks ignored Ren’s frantic cries, watching the wolf come round, locking his eyes on the folf in front of him and slowly standing up.

The wolf’s expression went from surprise to anger. “Why has the little foreign folf shit come into my cave?! Come to meet death?” the wolf asked with a growl.

The folf smirked confidently. “Yes, I’m here to give you my dick! You asked for it to be cut off, so come over and cut it off!”

Ren couldn’t believe what he was hearing! “WHAT?! No!! Get out of here!! He can’t-” his protesting was paused as he found himself raising up the armour over his crotch and undoing his pants, right in front of the wolf… his precious dick flopping free into the cool cave air. If he could have blushed, he would have been bright red.

Ronwald sneered. “So! That's all you have in your pants, is it? If I tried to sell it, it wouldn’t be worth more than a halfpenny. That useless scrap of meat would be better used feeding the livestock on the farm down the village… I sent a raccoon out to take those from you, but it seems the ringtail failed. Is that his sword you have?”

Ren felt a pang of anger hearing Ronwald’s words. The folf’s bits might not have been as thick as the large wolf’s, but he was still quite well-endowed and plenty of female partners he’d bedded along his journey thus far had loved tending to his handsome uncut shaft.

“Come take my dick and balls. I wont resist!” The folf said over to the wolf.

Ren was once again feeling completely helpless as he watched, petrified as the wolf walked over, the bandit feeling confident that he could throw this twink of a folf into the wall if he were to try anything.

Ronwald knelt down, the huge muscled bandit still looming large, even when on one knee. He tugged a knife from his belt out and reached out to grab at the folf’s vulnerable package, squeezing at it roughly. “I was wrong, this package of yours isn’t worth shit. Just scraps of meat that should have been cut off at birth!”

Ren watched on, screaming internally. “PLEASE STOP HIM!!” he begged as he watched the wolf bring a knife up towards the precious package in his hands…

Without any warning, Twomasks felt he had humiliated the folf enough. He suddenly brought up the folf’s knee, impacting the wolf’s jaw as hard as he could muster.

The wolf let go of Ren’s package, growling as he fell back. “YOU’RE DEAD!” he snarled out, throwing the knife he had been about to emasculate the folf with straight at the folf’s head.

The folf was ready with his hand on the hilt of his khopesh, swinging it round with just enough time to deflect the knife. The knife cartwheeled to the side of the cave, out of reach. “No, but you may wish you were by the time I’m done with you!” Twomasks grinned through the folf.

Ren was frantic, still terrified at not being in control of the situation. “Please! We need to leave!”

The wolf stood back up, then backed up a little to grasp his broadsword, hefting it up. “I’m going to cut you down, and feed your dick and your balls to you so you choke to death on your own pathetic manhood. Then I’ll feed your body to the pigs and send your head back to your clan!” The wolf snarled.

The folf didn’t allow the wolf to make the first move. Regardless as to what body he was in, Twomasks knew agility was the thing he had over this lumbering giant. He darted in, keeping his eyes on the wolf’s eyes, and as he closed, the wolf made a predictable lunge, swinging the cumbersome broadsword down.

Twomasks swung his own blade round, deflecting the sword – and bouncing back, his own sword being lighter than the heavy broadsword – but it did reduce the momentum, and he made it behind the wolf in time to spin round and slash straight up the wolf’s back.

The curved blade sliced through the back of the wolf’s leather tunic, but only lightly cut into his skin with the leather taking most of the sting from the blade’s edge.

The wolf roared in pain and spun round, though the folf had already stepped to the side as the wolf swung his sword diagonally up from the ground trying to take the folf’s head straight off with a single swipe.

Ren was being psychologically tortured at this point… everything he was witnessing he could have no input into. He knew what he would have done, and his fighting style was very different to what the raccoon was doing with his body. Seeing the sword heading up straight for his neck, he was sure he was a split second away from death!

Twomasks, however, knew the capabilities of his weapon. He brought his sword up in one fluid motion, the curve of his sword catching the incoming blade of the wolf’s sword, channelling it down to the hooked notch, catching it and removing all momentum from it.

With the blade safely where he wanted it, the folf now twisted his sword, catching the underside of the wolf’s further to the hilt with the end of his own, and with one final flick he had prized the sword from the wolf’s grip – the hefty broadsword flinging away with an almighty clang.

The wolf snarled once more, but as he lunged forth to retrieve the blade, the folf had already brought his blade round, this time slashing up at the front of the tunic.

Ronwald yelped out, with his momentum going forward and the curved blade impacting his front. The blade bit deeper than it had the last time, cutting deeply into his chest - bouncing off each of his ribs in time as it passed through and finally sliced through. He stumbled back, reeling from the blow.

The folf hadn’t finished though. Jumping forward, he spun the blade round so the heavy iron pommel was now facing forward, thrusting it towards the side of the wolf’s head before he could get his footing.

The wolf saw a flash as the folf’s weapon hit – and fell to the ground in a heavy heap. His head was ringing, and the cavern was spinning.

The folf now walked over and kicked the wolf across the face to ensure he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Ronwald let out a yelp, trying to bring his hands up to nurse his pounding head.

Ren had never seen a weapon used in the way the raccoon had done before... but as much as he admired the fight, he knew he still wanted out. “Well done... now we need to leave!”

“No, folf. We are here for a reason.” Twomasks said out loud.

The wolf groaned on the floor, confused. “Y-you talking to yourself, you little shit?”

The folf gave the wolf yet another kick around the head – eliciting another yelp from him before finally crouching down, lifting the front of the wolf’s tunic up to reveal his crotch, showing a sizable bulge in the leather pants tied up at the front.

Ren was uncomfortable. “No, leave his cock... I don’t touch males…” he said.

But he had no say in the matter. He watched as he brought up the sharpened blade of the khopesh to cut through the cord tying the wolf’s leather pants together at the front, and with his hand reaching out he pulled down and opened the front, the wolf’s impressive package flopping free.

Ren was a little disgusted… being straight, he’d had no desire to deal with the other guy’s junk, and even less so his own enemy’s.

The wolf’s dick was a cut human-like dick. Though it was flaccid, even in this softened state it was thick and six inches long... there was no doubt in either Twomasks or Ren’s minds that if he had been hard, it would have been at minimum ten inches of thick wolf meat. He also had a pouch of orbs that looked like they could be the size of apples... but while Ren was trying to work out what fruit size they would be, he realised the raccoon was having him grasp at the wolf’s heavy package.

“W-what are you doing?! Don’t touch them!! Eugh!!!” Ren exclaimed.

The wolf let out a quiet, confused protest, still trying to orientate himself. “W-what the fuck!?”

The folf placed the hooked side of his sword up against the bunched-up flesh behind his hand holding the whole package. “If you hire someone to cut off someone’s dick and balls, don’t leave out the sadistic parts.” He said with a growl, pulling the sharpened hook down and slicing into the sensitive wolf flesh.

The wolf let out a yelp, suddenly sounding more like a puppy than a large, muscular adult wolf. Ren, still a passenger in his own body, could only watch as the wolf’s cock and balls were methodically sliced from his body.

With one final tug of the blade, the wolf’s hefty package came free, its full weight now hanging from the folf’s hand. The wolf curled up in pain, his hands now clasping his bloody crotch.

Holding the wolf’s dick and balls in one hand, the folf put his sword back onto his belt, and then buttoned up his pants that he’d left undone when luring the wolf in close. “Ronwald, if you do survive this… it’s time to leave this place.” He said before turning and heading out of the cave, the wolf’s junk still hanging from his left hand.

As the folf headed back to the camp, Ren spoke up again “Is that it then? Will you let me have my body back now?”

“One more thing when we get back.” Twomasks grinned as he padded along.

After a few more hours, the folf arrived back at the camp, his footpaws aching and thankful that there was still a little heat coming from the fire. The evening had turned fairly cool, and with the mist closing in once again, the cold humidity soaked through the folf’s armour and clothes beneath, making him shiver every now and then.

He sat down by the fire and stretched his legs out, giving his feet a rest. “Your footpaws don’t have as much endurance as mine...” Twomasks commented.

“Then give me back my body!!” Ren replied.

Twomasks smirked. “Hmm… first, let's have a closer look at these wolf bits, shall we?” he said, knowing Ren really didn’t want to.

“No!!” Ren protested, watching himself raise the package up to eye level.

The folf then grasped the six-inch flaccid wolf dick up with his other hand and rubbed its tip over his nose, breathing in the wolf’s scent.

Ren was fairly repulsed by the whole thing, though there was a little something to the wolf’s scent which reminded him of when he had last pushed his muzzle up into a tavern girl’s crotch to give her a little bit of a special ‘kiss’. To his horror, he found his muzzle opening and the cold dick being pushed into his mouth… the salty tang of the wolf’s length filling his senses.

Twomasks grinned, tasting the vanquished wolf’s dick through the muzzle of the puppet folf, suckling and chewing gently on it… only to then let it slip free from his muzzle and setting it down by the fire. “He tastes pretty good for a big bad wolf, don’t you think?”

“That was gross!!” Ren replied.\t

“Really?” Twomasks grinned. “Then let's taste something a little more to your… liking.” He smirked before undoing the belt and sash once again, letting his armour fall from him before undoing the button fastening his pants.

“I... I don’t eat my own cum, if that’s what you’re thinking!” Ren said, trying to work out what he was about to put in his muzzle.

The folf grinned. “Good, we won't be feeding you that.” He said, pulling his uncut folfhood out from his pants, his scent once again greeting his nose. This time, it was a little stronger from the folf having jerked off some five hours ago. It had a sweeter note to it from his pre and cum.

Ren would have blushed deeply once again. No one had ever gotten to breathe in that scent but him before, and now the raccoon was relishing it… “Please just let me back into my body! You’ve had your fun!”

The folf snickered. “Almost had my fun!” he said, grasping the tip of the foreskin and teasing it. “You love your cock so much… so precious and private to you. You love jerking it off to the thoughts of those girls you have ploughed in taverns across the continent… oh, and how they squealed in pleasure as this precious length filled them…” he grinned. “And it is very sensitive, I have to admit.” He said, feeling the folf’s length begin to firm a little in his hand…  but then he paused, pulling a piece of twine from one of the pouches on the belt he had taken off.

He wrapped it around the very base of the folf’s package, bunching up the flesh where his white fluffy pouch joined his shaft before pulling it tight, the twine biting in, hurting although it seemed that Twomasks didn’t register the pain.

Ren squeaked. “W-wait!! What are you doing? I… I don’t think my shaft and balls should be tied that tightly…”

The folf shook his head “No, they’re not your dick and balls anymore. They’re mine. From that delicious foreskin, right to that pretty pouch of balls.”

Ren was beginning to get scared once again. “N-no... what are you… ” he stopped as he saw his paw reach out and grasp his dagger, bringing it down to that precious package of his. “WAIT! Please! No! Please don’t cut my shaft and balls off!! I need them!! Please, I’ll do anything!!” he cried, knowing there was nothing he could do to physically stop the raccoon inhabiting his body from doing anything.

The folf grinned, pressing the cold, sharpened steel blade up against the flesh just in front of the twine binding his most precious body parts. “I bet you never thought you’d see yourself cut your own cock and balls off, did you?” he said before starting to draw that blade over and into those special parts that defined him as male, the handsome young folf starting to cut off his own bits!

Ren squeaked out, his soul in shambles. “NO!! FOR ALL THE GODS’ SAKE, I BEG YOU… PLEASE STOP!”  The pain seemed oddly detached… it was there, sharp and deep – but it was almost as if it was being witnessed by someone else.

The folf grinned, squishing at his semi-hard dick as he continued to slice into it, pre starting to ooze once again from its tip as if it were desperate to ejaculate one last time. Twomasks was taking every opportunity to remind the folf of what he was losing – that sensitive ‘sheath’ of flesh that protected that all-so-sensitive head of the shaft that had given him pleasure so many times over the years, even just a few hours ago - but now coming loose in his own hands.

Ren couldn’t do anything but plead helplessly, witnessing his own hands cutting his own precious bits from his own crotch… the base of his dick, almost completely severed, the pliable fluffy pouch’s base being sliced through cleanly and easily. Suddenly, the blade emerged through the other side and flicked free. He watched his hand raise up his own severed cock and balls to eye level… “N-no….” he whimpered in denial, unable to resist.

The folf brought his own severed dick up to his nose, rubbing the pre-slickened tip of his foreskin over it, breathing in his own former scent. “So sweet…” he said quietly before opening his muzzle.

“NO!!” was all Ren’s soul seemed to be able to say – before his own semi-hard dick was pushed into his maw!

What surprised him was how he tasted… he thought back to all the times girls had sucked him off, and now he knew what they had enjoyed. A sweetness, laced with the saltiness of his own pre… He may have been disgusted by the wolf’s dick, but his own seemed to taste surprisingly good as his own flavour filled his maw.

The folf pulled the dick from his muzzle and placed it down on top of the wolf’s package on the ground. “There. Now I have done everything I needed.”

He stood up and fetched a little rope, set his khopesh down by the canvas shelter, and then sat down with his back up against the oak tree before awkwardly began tying the rope around his own wrists, eventually getting to the point where he had to use his muzzle to pull the end of the knot tight. “Okay Ren, time to come back to your body. It’s a little lighter than it was... and a little less… male…” He snickered.

The folf uttered some more words that seemed to be unrecognisable by anyone who would have listened - and just as before, Ren saw a bright purple flash.

As it faded, he realised as he blinked, his body was blinking… he was back in control of his body once again! The poor folf began to sob, starting to realize the dull aching pain in his crotch… he looked down to see the bunched-up scrap of flesh which marked where his once precious dick and balls had once been… and then over to the fire where they now lay, on top of the wolf’s.

The raccoon could be heard stirring from under the canvas shelter, stretching and yawning, he slid himself out, looking over at the teary-eyed folf. “I had the strangest dream!” he said, grinning.

“Let me go!” Ren shouted through his tears, trying to pull at the rope around his wrists. “You… you bastard!”

“Nah, I have one more thing to do before I leave you be.” Twomasks said, padding over and taking hold of the still-warm folf package. “I remember how good these felt to jerk off…” he said, grasping the base and wrapping his hand round the semi-hard length, slowly drawing the foreskin back and forth just as he had while it was still attached earlier. “Mmm… it was so sensitive… and that foreskin you loved so much!” He grinned. “I want to feel that again.”

“How would you do that, huh?! You… you took it from me... even if you got in me again, you wouldn’t be able to do that anymore...” Ren snapped back.

Twomasks picked up the dagger that the folf had used to emasculate himself with. “Oh… raccoons are filled with clever solutions to problems.” he said, placing the severed folf dick down so it rested on the rock, similarly to how he had done so earlier when Ren thought he was about to be circumcised. The raccoon once again pinched at the foreskin, drawing up as much as he could tug over the head. But this time, instead of putting the blade in front of the head, he rested the sharp steel blade just behind the ridge of the hidden head within.

“Wait… w-what are you…” Ren stammered, watching the all-so-familiar piece of severed flesh that had been such an important part of him over the years be teased and poked at by the dagger.

Twomasks now carefully and gently drew the knife towards him, the blade nipping in, slicing through the once so sensitive flesh hiding the head, drawing a red line behind only for the ridge of the head to force its way through from the tautness of the skin being pulled up in front of it by the raccoon’s other hand.

Ren wanted to plead or scream, but there was no use… he knew that though the raccoon was slicing through his foreskin, that dick was no longer his anymore… this was no different to the raccoon than cutting the end off a piece of meat.

He watched as his precious dick had its beloved foreskin sliced from it, tears streaming down his face as the raccoon turned and sliced through more until finally, the last scrap of flesh was sliced through and the head of his severed dick slipped back.

Twomasks held up the once-so-sensitive silky foreskin that had been the folf’s most treasured possession.

“There.” The raccoon said, grinning. As Ren watched, the raccoon unbuckled his pants, and slowly slid them down, letting his already hard uncut raccoonhood bounce free into the early morning air… He pulled his own foreskin back the whole way, before bringing the severed skin he had harvested from the folf forth. Where once the folf’s sensitive head had been kept hidden and protected, he now pushed his own, pulling on the folf’s severed foreskin like a cocksleeve.

The once-so-sensitive tip of Ren’s foreskin now hugged the end of his own length, and interestingly, his dick seemed to take on the appearance of the folf’s dick before he’d cut it off.
 
Ren’s jaw quivered as he saw his precious plaything, not only having been severed, but now being used by someone else on their own shaft!

Twomasks wrapped his hand around his length, slowly drawing the folf’s supple foreskin back and forth over his own dick. Though it wasn’t the same as when he’d jerked off with it earlier when it had been so sensitive on its own, the very feel of the folf’s silky sleeve caressing his own cock head just as it had so many times before for the folf’s gave him such an intoxicating feeling… he closed his eyes and pawed a little quicker.

The very fact he was jerking off using the folf’s foreskin was enough to bring him to the edge quicker than usual.

Ren let out a small whine, remembering how good it felt to jerk off, knowing he would never feel his foreskin again. He had loved his endowment so much, and now it was gone…

Twomasks brought the freshly circumcised folfhood up to his muzzle and started to suck on the smooth head, more of the folf’s last pre escaping the tip, filling his muzzle with Ren’s sweet scent. The folf’s foreskin was still slick with the folf’s own pre, smoothly gliding back and forth. With one final tug of that silky shroud over his head, he shot his seed onto the grass in front of him.

The raccoon pulled the folf’s length from his maw and once more dropped it on top of the bonus wolf package… Then, still panting, he slipped Ren’s severed foreskin from his dick, looking at it for a moment.

Ren knew the raccoon was trying to work out what to do with it… and then watched in horror as he brought it up and slipped it into his muzzle! “W-what … are you going to do...?” he asked, his voice breaking a little.

Twomasks looked over at Ren, the horrified young folf’s wide blue eyes glistening with tears looking back at him. He slipped his tongue into that silky sweet and salty skin, a little of his own seed adding to the uniqueness of it… and then, he let it slip to the back of his throat, and swallowed…

“A light bite…” Twomasks said, seeing the folf realize his treasured foreskin had not just been cut from him, not just used as a cock sleeve, but now eaten.

The raccoon stood up and walked over, patting Ren on the head gently, and retrieving the purple crystal. The young folf was still in a state of shock, a horrified and distant look across his face. “Don’t worry. I heard that the Beast of Barrow only attacks guys, and you don’t have any junk anymore! I’m sure that will give you the advantage.” He snickered, fastening his pants back up and collecting his sword.  

Finally, he walked over and picked up Ren’s severed package, along with the wolf’s hefty meat. “A meal and a toy... it’s been a productive night…” he said, before walking off into the mist, leaving Ren still bound to the tree, a little lighter than he had once been.
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