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Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now", "writing": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.\n\n\n\nIt was mid-autumn, and most of the trees were naked except for the odd hardy leaf still hanging on. The quiet suburban street stretched on a little way beneath the naked branches of trees, lined with tidy houses, each with its own small garden bordered by low fences or hedges. Strewn across the sidewalk was a blanket of yellow orange and brown leaves, and with every small breeze, a number were picked up, swirled around and dropped somewhere else. \n\nThe sound of footsteps approached, soft soled sneakers, crunching on the leaves as they padded down the pavement. \n\nThe footsteps belonged to a brown furred coyote, 20 years old with an average to slim build, and having a distinctly pointed muzzle, which added to the air of sneakiness about his appearance. Some could consider that a stereotype, but if it was, Ethan took that stereotype and embraced it. He walked down the street wearing his favourite branded grey tracksuit made of warm soft material and stripes down his legs – and over his hooded top he wore a soft snug winter jacket. \n\nHis amber eyes glanced up at each and every house he passed, his mind processing everything observed at each place… Cameras, security lights, alarms, cars, side entrances… All and anything he’d scan through to figure out which of the houses down the street would be the best one to break into. \n\nAnd there it was. A house with no security cameras, a porch on the side with a low roof giving access to a large upstairs window, no alarms and no security lights. \n\nOn the drive was a small, old looking car. The kind which most people learn to drive in. He decided to have a closer look at the property. \n\nHe wandered down the drive, fishing into his pocket for a lanyard that hanging off the end was an ID card showing his photo, a fictional name and looking as if he was from the electric company that serviced the town. As he drew closer, he put it round his neck and looked up at all the windows – spotting a number of them, weren’t actually latched properly and partially open – including that all important large window above the side porch. \n\nHe walked past the car on the drive looking inside, spotting it had been kitted out with an aftermarket car entertainment system with large speakers now taking up all but a fraction of the parcel shelf in the rear. \n\nHe knocked on the door, his ears perking to see if he could hear any signs of life inside. \n\nThere was a short moment of silence, followed by a scuffling inside. Through the frosted glass of the door, he saw someone approaching of around his height. The door was already unlocked, and opened by an 18-year-old fox boy standing in blue jeans and a white t-shirt.\n\n“Hi.” The fox said half-heartedly, greeting Ethan\n\nEthan grinned and flashed his fake ID “Hi, I’m from the electric board and we’re doing some assessments on the houses in this area to check on the facilities for heating in preparation for winter. Would you be ok with me looking around the property to see where your heating for each room comes from and the set up in your home?” He asked, sounding confident\n\n“Er…” the fox said looking down at the ground briefly “Sure... I mean, my parents are out for a few days, and it’s their house … but yeah – whatever.” He said looking like he wasn’t bothered or concerned in the slightest. He stood back to allow the coyote to walk into the warmth of the home. \n\nThe house smelled of warm toast and coffee. As Ethan padded into the lounge, he noticed it was well-equipped with a large TV and a brand-new game console, which had a paused game on the screen - clearly something the fox had been playing.\n\nThe fox flopped onto the sofa, grabbed the controller, and said casually, “You can have a look around. I’ll be right here on my game, okay?”\n\nEthan blinked, watching as the fox immediately un-paused the game and continued playing, leaving him free to explore the house. Trying to appear casual, Ethan wandered over to the air vents in the lounge, making some fake notes on his phone to keep up the act. Then he strolled into the hallway, checking out the dining room and kitchen along the way.\n\nIn each room, he scanned for small, valuable items that could fetch a decent price. The dining room cabinet was packed with expensive-looking trinkets, but Ethan decided to hold off on making too many notes until he got upstairs - where the best stuff usually was.\n\nClimbing the stairs, he noticed the large window above the porch roof before stepping into the first bedroom. The decor screamed \"parents’ room\" - classy and meticulously tidy, with several jewellery boxes on the dressing table and some expensive looking watches neatly displayed.\n\nThe next room he checked was clearly a spare bedroom, sparsely furnished with little of interest - a bed and not much else worth noting.\n\nThen he opened the door to the final bedroom, and the scene was drastically different. The door bumped into a bathrobe on the floor behind it. Clothes - sweatpants, jeans, and t-shirts were strewn across the floor and draped over the unmade bed. Tissues were piled on the bedside table, and snack wrappers competed for space with charging cables on a cluttered desk that held a sleek gaming PC.\n\nEthan listened for a moment to the sound of the fox’s game continuing downstairs - still engrossed. Satisfied he wouldn’t be interrupted, Ethan began to look around. He opened drawers and checked the wardrobe, his attention eventually landing on the laundry hamper...\n\nEthan grinned as he saw what would have been the fox’s briefs from yesterday, half hanging from the side of the hamper… As a rule, he would never take anything from the place he’s scoping out – but they were underwear, not valuables – and it’s not like the fox would know where all his briefs were even if he was asked…\n\nHe reached in and grabbed them, lifting them out and bringing the crotch up to his nose, breathing out first to warm them a little, and then back in to catch the fox’s scent. \n\nEthan moaned quietly... The fox’s scent was sweet with the perfect balance of musk… It was pretty obvious the fox had jerked off a couple of times during the day he’d worn them too, catching a little love scent which had rubbed from the tip of his dick while being all squashed up inside them through the day.\n\nHe could feel his dick stirring in his pants, starting to press up against the fabric of his own undies - and like with all sweatpants – a bulge was visible most of the time even when he was soft – so he shoved the fox’s briefs into his jacket pocket and set off back downstairs... poking his head into the lounge.\n\n“Thanks, I think that’s everything. I think your parents would benefit from a couple of energy saving devices and maybe some more insulation. I’ll call back in a week when they’re in.” He said, trying to ensure his crotch remained behind the door frame. \n\nThe fox paused the game and nodded “Cool.” He said walking over to see Ethan out. \n\nEthan turned and padded towards the door, opening it back up and walking out “Have a good day now!” he said without turning back round.\n\n“Yeah! See ya.” The fox said, closing the door. \n\nEthan grinned, pushing his hand into the pocket in his jacket, feeling the fabric of the briefs he’d just stole… time to head home and jerk off.\n\nIt took him about half an hour from the suburbs to get to his apartment closer to the centre of town, but when inside, he shut the door and went straight to his bedroom. \n\nHe kicked off his shoes, pulled off his jacket and flopped onto his bed, fishing those stolen briefs from his pocket. They unfurled in front of his muzzle, the crotch facing him. He moved them round, so he could push his nose up inside of them where the fox’s dick would have been cooped up all day yesterday, giving the thin, soft fabric the most private scent any guy has.\n\nAs he moved his hand down to the crotch of his sweatpants, he once more breathed out to warm up the front of the fox’s briefs, then breathed in a long deep breath. As the fox’s scent filled his nose, he groped and squeezed at his dick inside his sweatpants, imagining being there in front of that cute fox he’d seen earlier, his nose pushed up against those jeans he had on. \n\nHe grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing it down along with his own briefs, his rapidly hardening uncut dick bouncing free, his other hand still holding the crotch of those briefs to his nose as he then grasped his twitching length and starting to tease at the tip, imagining he was teasing at the fox’s.\n\nHe’d fallen lucky today, it wasn’t often he’d find a house with a hot looking guy inside... He started to jerk himself slowly, still breathing in that musk, he wasn’t going to last long with that sweet fox scent hugging his nose. \n\nHis orgasm started to build… but he wanted to do something more before he cum… he pulled the briefs from his nose and moved them down to his dick – pushing his dick into them, where the fox boy’s dick had been all yesterday, feeling the now warm fabric gliding up and down his length, the idea of his dick being where the fox’s had been seemed to put rocket boosters on the tingling sensations building in his crotch.. \n\nAs he reached the edge, he pulled the briefs away quickly – bringing them back to his nose for one final breath of fox scent before he hit his climax... his mind filled with images of the imagined fox dick in his muzzle… \n\nHe shot his seed into his hand, thrusting his hips up as he let out a quiet squeak, his dick pulsing and throbbing in his hand. \n\nHe panted, his hand still holding those undies - flopping to his side, and his other hand reaching down to grab a sock that he’d dropped by his bed the night before, so as to clean up his seed.. \n\n“Fuck..” he said out loud, before wondering in a half thought if the fox boy was single.. \n\nHis thoughts soon cleared, and he finished cleaning up. He’d be in that house again tomorrow.. he knew his way in, he knew what he was taking and he only needed five minutes while the fox was out to make his move... and he would be getting another pair of those briefs.\n\nHe looked at the time. 2pm. Plenty of time to head to the outside market in town and do a little pickpocketing, he thought to himself. He knew many people didn’t carry a lot of cash around these days, but it was easy money when it was in there. \n\nHe pulled up his sweatpants and briefs and tucked his junk back in snugly. He pulled on his sneakers and grabbed his jacket.. ‘Time to get some pocket money’ he thought to himself\n\nEthan wandered out into the bustling street, making his way towards the market. Most of the sellers there didn’t do card payments, which meant the people who were there to buy would have to have cash! \n\nHe meandered around, looking for people initially who were stood, preoccupied with either eating or looking at their phones. \n\nThere were dozens of targets here… he approached one such person on their phone casually, looking at his own phone as a means of looking legitimate, and bumping into them ‘accidentally’.\n\nHe swiftly dipped into their pocket which looked like it had the most to take from – a telltale bulge from a possible wallet... and on whipping it back out – he pocketed the wallet while apologising to the person and vanished back into the crowd. \n\nWhen out of sight, he immediately checked the wallet for any tracking devices, just in case its previous owner had realised and was tracing it. \n\nFlicking through the wallet for cash – he found this one had a good 50 in notes! He took the money and dropped the wallet on the floor, no longer being worth anything to him. \n\nOver the next hour and a half, he’d managed to lift a good thirty wallets, netting himself a good profit of almost 600. It was at this point though that one of the people in the market turned to him.\n\n“Hey, be careful here today if you’re flashing money.” The badger, looking to be in his 50s said “There’s been quite a lot of people pickpocketed here, best keep it hidden.” He said trying to be helpful\n\nEthan nodded and looked appreciative “Oh! … Thanks for that! I’ll be more careful.” He said before padding onwards. \n\nThough Ethan had been keeping tabs on the crowd and how aware they were to what he was up to, he hadn’t noticed a pair of eyes that had spotted his antics from up on top of one of the buildings that circled the open-air market. \n\nTwomasks smirked, watching the cute looking coyote going from one person, to another, thinking he was invisible – and yet, all that time being watched - seeing his moments of glee as he pocketed wads of notes…\n\nEthan thought it was best to head out of the market while people were looking for someone pickpocketing, so long as he didn’t try anything else he would be safe from any suspicious eyes. He wandered through one of the exits into a narrow street, looking in all the shop windows as he passed them by. \n\nThey were dressed up all set for Christmas, with shiny tinsel, miniature Christmas trees and festive lights strewn across the displays.\n\nHe thought back to last Christmas, which had been as disappointing as they usually are…\n\n\nHe’d still been in school when he’d started his little ‘entrepreneurial enterprise’… and after getting expelled from school, he’d had more time to scope out houses to burgle... When his parents had found stolen things in his bedroom – he’d deny everything – but they weren’t stupid. The intervention had been his family’s attempt to try to show they loved him but he needed to get out of his ways or he’d likely end up in jail or worse…\n\n\nHe’d took it badly… and within a day, he’d taken what he could fit in a backpack and left, leaving a note to tell them he had disowned them and to never come looking for him. \n\nSince then, Christmas was sad reminder of a family that simply never understood him. He tended to simply spend it jerking off and playing games…\n\nHe turned up an alleyway, a shortcut between two streets, flanked either side by large warehouses. He’d always liked these dark and quiet shortcuts – they were perfect to get out of the sight of the crowds and slip into obscurity. \n\nTwomasks knew that too, and he always loved trailing a ‘bad boy’. He slipped down to the ground and padded quietly up alongside the coyote. “Hey!” he said forcefully grabbing the coyote’s arm and shoving him through one of the open doors into an abandoned warehouse. \n\nEthen jumped at first, being taken completely by surprise and being diverted through the doorway before he could even react! “W-what the fuck!? Who the fuck are you?!” He said tugging his arm back forcefully and snarling \n\nTwomasks squinted his eyes a little “Don’t you yarr me.” He said responding to the coyote’s snarl and promptly grabbed his arm once more, bending it behind his back “I’ve seen what you’ve been up to today.” He said, forcefully pushing Ethan over to a wall \n\n“HEY!” he growled and tried tugging, but it only made his arm hurt more. Though he was nimble, he wasn’t the strongest. “The FUCK does it have anything to do with you?! Did I steal your shit or something?” \n\n“Nah, I was just watching you.” He said, pulling out some handcuffs and securing his arm to a large steel pipe running along the wall “Pick pocketing! Boy are you some high rolling thief...” \n\n“Fuck you, racc!” He said trying to tug at the cuffs. He swung out to try land a punch to the raccoon’s face, but Twomasks simply stepped out of the way and grabbed the arm.\n\n“Oh! Thank you!” he said holding his arm “Just what I needed.” He said forcing that arm back to the pipe and handcuffing that there as well. “There! One cute yote boy, all tied against the wall.” He grinned.\n\n“The FUCK?!” Ethan shouted, trying to kick out at the raccoon \n\nTwomasks smirked “Oh, you going to kick too?” he said before moving sideways towards the ‘yote, being kicked several times in the side of the thigh but getting close enough to restrain those flailing legs. Once caught he tied Ethan’s ankles together. \n\nEthan growled again “Fuck you!!!” \n\nTwomasks stood grinning in front of the snarling coyote “Well, some could, if I allowed them – but soon, you certainly wont be able to.” \n\nEthan looked a little puzzled “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” he said tugging at the handcuffs again, but he wasn’t going anywhere.\n\nTwomasks moved closer, just an inch from the coyote’s nose “Well, I’m a collector! And when I saw you out there, doing your thing, I thought – oh! I think I’ll take his.”\n\n“You ... steal shit too?” Ethan asked, still trying to get what the deal was with this raccoon.\n\n“Exactly.” He said before pushing his hand up against the warm vulnerable bulge in the front of his sweatpants “I collect dicks.” \n\nEthan went wide eyed “Wait, what???” \n\nTwomasks didn’t reply. He simply knelt down in front of the coyote boy and pushed his nose into his bulge, taking in a long slow breath.\n\nEthan suddenly didn’t seem so cocky anymore, feeling the raccoon shoving his nose into his crotch, feeling him breathing in – knowing that the raccoon would be getting a good sniff of his most private scent “…h-hey ... uh … no, that’s not cool.” It was strange – he loved the idea of sniffing other peoples’ underwear, and their scent – but someone breathing in his… that just made him embarrassed.\n\nTwomasks was loving the ‘yote’s scent... sweet with quite a bit of musk to it… “you jerked off a few hours ago didn’t you.” \n\nEthan blushed deeply “Fuck off! … get ... your nose from my junk already!” \n\nTwomasks smirked, moving back just a little and rubbed his hand over that warm soft bulge “I think someone’s shy.” He said gently grasping the soft dick inside and giving it a gentle squeeze, exploring it through the soft fabric “And you should be more respectful to your ‘junk’… at the moment its your dick and balls… Later – maybe it’ll be junk.” \n\nEthan could feel the raccoon’s hand squeezing and kneading at his dick, and as much as he didn’t want to – he could feel his dick getting a little harder in his briefs. \n\nTwomasks slipped his fingers into the waistband of Ethan’s sweatpants and slowly slid them down - the waistband moulding to the contours of his bulge as it slid over front of his underwear. \n\n“Seriously …” Ethan said “Get the fuck off now …” \n\n“Or what? You’ll pickpocket me?” Twomasks said while slipping the front of the coyote’s briefs down. \n\nEthan’s five-inch semi flopped free, his foreskin slowly relaxing after being squashed up inside. \n\nTwomasks smirked “Oh this is a pretty dick. Why is it that so many bad boys like you have some of the nicest dicks… But then, I suppose that’s why I look out for you guys.” He snickers “How many times have you jerked this huh? All those times, after being out stealing things. Coming back and knocking one out with this – loving the feeling of that silky soft foreskin gliding over the head” \n\nEthan looked down, seeing the raccoon inspecting his dick like it was a piece of meat… “Just ... fucking suck me of, perv and get it done with, ok?!” he said thinking he’d finally worked out what the raccoon was talking about. He sucked guys off – stole their cum, that’s how he ‘collected dicks’. \n\nTwomasks looked up with a wicked grin on his face “Heh, no. I told you. I collect dicks.” He said pulling a device out of his bag. He’d not used this one in quite some time.\n\nEthan blinked and looked at the device... his expression had gone from snarky to fearful. \n\nThe device was a round metal frame with a diameter about the same as a kitchen mug with a mechanism that seemed to run round the frame. A spool of thin steel wire clipped to the top then lead to the mechanism.\n \nTwomasks moved the mechanism back on its runner, which seemed to be spring loaded before turning a small clockwork key hooked up to the restraint holding the mechanism in place. “What a lucky ‘yote you are! I’ve not used this for almost a decade now. So, let’s see if it still works, shall we?” He grinned\n\nEthan looked confused as much as he was scared of that device … “Ten years?? But ... you’d be a young teen wouldn’t you!?” \n\nTwomasks snickered “As far as you’re concerned that’s correct. The reality, not so much.” He said moving the frame up to the ‘yote’s junk, tugging his brown velvet pouch of orbs through along with his still semi hard dick. \n\nEthan let out a slight hiss through his teeth as he felt his sensitive bits tugged through the cold metal opening at the front of the frame “P-please… ok ... I’m sorry I stole shit … Fuck I’ll stop it all!! Don’t cut my junk off?!” he said starting to sound sincere \n\nTwomasks looked up at the cute coyote’s face… He always loved it when the bad boys turned all apologetic in the face of loosing their most precious toy. “Remember, if you hadn’t been out stealing shit – you wouldn’t be here right now.” He said before pressing a small metal button on the side of the device.\n\nEthan jumped as a loud click was heard, the mechanism which had been held back suddenly shot round the frame at breakneck speed – so quick it was almost impossible to see, but what it was doing, that was plain to see and feel! He watched as it wrapped a tight coil of wire round and round the base of his dick and around under his balls… with every rotation – every coil of wire extra the coil got tighter, and tighter! “AH FUCK!! It’s hurt—” his sentence was cut short as the pain got so intense his voice cracked and he let out a quiet squeak!\n\nThe spinning part of the mechanism stopped when it hit a small wire cutting blade – cutting the wire free from the device – and Twomasks lifted it back – the coyote’s bunched up package now being tugged slightly away from his body by the coil of wire crushing the flesh inside.\n\nEthan was panting, looking down as his teeth were clenched, the sharp pain now turning into a throbbing aching pain… seeing his whole package held an inch further from his crotch than it usually was…\n\nTwomasks moved his hand over to that uncut semi, teasing at its foreskin “So delicate and soft. I’ve said it before – it’s funny how no matter how tough, or mean some guys are – their dicks still have delicate soft skin.. so easy to tease and manipulate… whether it’s foreskin, sheath, or just that sensitive spot right under the head... its there.” He said \n\nEthan was still trying to get a grip on what exactly was happening.. He could feel the sensations coming from his dick – but it was faint, as if something was seriously wrong with his junk. \n\nTwomasks smirked now and wrapped his hand around the bunched up dick and balls... Ethan’s dick flopped through between the raccoons thumb and fingers – and slowly twisted the coyote’s entire package clockwise. \n\nEthan squeaked again! Feeling all kinds of pains and sensations coming from his crotch that he’d never felt in his life…. He tugged and writhed against his handcuffs, but they still held firm! He watched as the raccoon had twisted his whole package round so his balls were now above his dick!! “FUCK PLEASE! I’m sorry!! Please stop!!” \n\nTwomasks simply kept twisting it. The coil of wire having crushed the flesh inside to the point it had little more resistance to give. Cords, tissue, everything crushed, and as the coyote’s dick and balls were twisted – it simply tore that damaged flesh entirely…\n\nBy the time Ethans dick was once more where it should be after a full rotation, with his balls below it… he couldn’t feel anything from them any more…\n\nTwomasks grinned and let the coyote’s junk go for a moment, watching it hang from his body, still looking as it had just a minute ago, the coil holding it from his body… “I think that this coyote boy has lost some very special toys he once had.” He said, wrapping his hand around that semi hard length and slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth a little.\n\nEthan’s eyes were starting to well up a little “Please…. I .. I’m sorry ok?!” he couldn’t feel anything from his dick and balls any more… he was watching his dick being teased, but there was nothing – as if it was entirely numb.\n\n“You better be.” Twomasks said before giving the dick a small tug… As he did, Ethen’s entire package slipped forward from the coil, its base crushed and crimped. The coil of wire still holding firm onto the mangled remains of Ethan’s dick stump.\n\nTwomasks stood up, bringing the coyote’s dick and balls up to eyelevel for Ethan to look at “These are mine now. Your bloodline ends here with your musk scented junk in my hand.” He said before moving the tip of Ethan’s severed dick up to his nose and breathing in his scent. \n\nEthan said nothing, his mouth open in disbelief, his eyes still tearful, watching the raccoon tease and nose at his most precious private body parts.\n\nTwomasks smirked “Now, you can call it junk. It’s just dead meat now that only exists now to be my toy” he said before dropping Ethan’s severed package into his bag with a small thud. He then put away the device he’d used and moved close to the silent ‘yote. “You will be needing this.” He said before pushing the key to the handcuffs into his hand. \n\nEthan remained silent, the realisation that his body had been changed forever… His entire manhood taken from him…\n\n“Time to rethink your career choice.” Twomasks said sternly, before walking out of the warehouse leaving Ethan still stood in silence. \n\n\nAfter what felt like an eternity, Ethan finally steadied his trembling hands enough to fumble with the key. He knew that if he dropped it, he'd be stuck there, alone in the dark. Awkwardly twisting his wrist, he managed to slide the key into the lock, and with a satisfying click, the cuffs snapped open. He unlocked his other hand, then slowly sank down the wall until he was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. Gritting his teeth, he began unpicking the rope around his ankles.\n\nAnd that’s when it hit him - the full weight of everything he’d done. Every selfish, thoughtless, and hurtful act he’d done had led him here. Where had it all gotten him? Alone in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, with his dick and balls ripped off as the playthings for a mysterious raccoon. He had no family, no future… nothing but a haunting emptiness. He dropped his face to his knees and cried, deep, wracking sobs that he didn’t try to hold back.\n\nHe was done. \n\n\nThat Christmas was the best he’d ever had. Back with his parents, there was warmth, there were presents, there was tasty food, and most importantly there was love. Though he couldn’t jerk off anymore, he had been forgiven by his family, which was the best present he could have received. \n\nAnd though he had no dick to jerk off anymore, there was always the toy in his bedside cabinet.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.



It was mid-autumn, and most of the trees were naked except for the odd hardy leaf still hanging on. The quiet suburban street stretched on a little way beneath the naked branches of trees, lined with tidy houses, each with its own small garden bordered by low fences or hedges. Strewn across the sidewalk was a blanket of yellow orange and brown leaves, and with every small breeze, a number were picked up, swirled around and dropped somewhere else.

The sound of footsteps approached, soft soled sneakers, crunching on the leaves as they padded down the pavement.

The footsteps belonged to a brown furred coyote, 20 years old with an average to slim build, and having a distinctly pointed muzzle, which added to the air of sneakiness about his appearance. Some could consider that a stereotype, but if it was, Ethan took that stereotype and embraced it. He walked down the street wearing his favourite branded grey tracksuit made of warm soft material and stripes down his legs – and over his hooded top he wore a soft snug winter jacket.

His amber eyes glanced up at each and every house he passed, his mind processing everything observed at each place… Cameras, security lights, alarms, cars, side entrances… All and anything he’d scan through to figure out which of the houses down the street would be the best one to break into.

And there it was. A house with no security cameras, a porch on the side with a low roof giving access to a large upstairs window, no alarms and no security lights.

On the drive was a small, old looking car. The kind which most people learn to drive in. He decided to have a closer look at the property.

He wandered down the drive, fishing into his pocket for a lanyard that hanging off the end was an ID card showing his photo, a fictional name and looking as if he was from the electric company that serviced the town. As he drew closer, he put it round his neck and looked up at all the windows – spotting a number of them, weren’t actually latched properly and partially open – including that all important large window above the side porch.

He walked past the car on the drive looking inside, spotting it had been kitted out with an aftermarket car entertainment system with large speakers now taking up all but a fraction of the parcel shelf in the rear.

He knocked on the door, his ears perking to see if he could hear any signs of life inside.

There was a short moment of silence, followed by a scuffling inside. Through the frosted glass of the door, he saw someone approaching of around his height. The door was already unlocked, and opened by an 18-year-old fox boy standing in blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

“Hi.” The fox said half-heartedly, greeting Ethan

Ethan grinned and flashed his fake ID “Hi, I’m from the electric board and we’re doing some assessments on the houses in this area to check on the facilities for heating in preparation for winter. Would you be ok with me looking around the property to see where your heating for each room comes from and the set up in your home?” He asked, sounding confident

“Er…” the fox said looking down at the ground briefly “Sure... I mean, my parents are out for a few days, and it’s their house … but yeah – whatever.” He said looking like he wasn’t bothered or concerned in the slightest. He stood back to allow the coyote to walk into the warmth of the home.

The house smelled of warm toast and coffee. As Ethan padded into the lounge, he noticed it was well-equipped with a large TV and a brand-new game console, which had a paused game on the screen - clearly something the fox had been playing.

The fox flopped onto the sofa, grabbed the controller, and said casually, “You can have a look around. I’ll be right here on my game, okay?”

Ethan blinked, watching as the fox immediately un-paused the game and continued playing, leaving him free to explore the house. Trying to appear casual, Ethan wandered over to the air vents in the lounge, making some fake notes on his phone to keep up the act. Then he strolled into the hallway, checking out the dining room and kitchen along the way.

In each room, he scanned for small, valuable items that could fetch a decent price. The dining room cabinet was packed with expensive-looking trinkets, but Ethan decided to hold off on making too many notes until he got upstairs - where the best stuff usually was.

Climbing the stairs, he noticed the large window above the porch roof before stepping into the first bedroom. The decor screamed "parents’ room" - classy and meticulously tidy, with several jewellery boxes on the dressing table and some expensive looking watches neatly displayed.

The next room he checked was clearly a spare bedroom, sparsely furnished with little of interest - a bed and not much else worth noting.

Then he opened the door to the final bedroom, and the scene was drastically different. The door bumped into a bathrobe on the floor behind it. Clothes - sweatpants, jeans, and t-shirts were strewn across the floor and draped over the unmade bed. Tissues were piled on the bedside table, and snack wrappers competed for space with charging cables on a cluttered desk that held a sleek gaming PC.

Ethan listened for a moment to the sound of the fox’s game continuing downstairs - still engrossed. Satisfied he wouldn’t be interrupted, Ethan began to look around. He opened drawers and checked the wardrobe, his attention eventually landing on the laundry hamper...

Ethan grinned as he saw what would have been the fox’s briefs from yesterday, half hanging from the side of the hamper… As a rule, he would never take anything from the place he’s scoping out – but they were underwear, not valuables – and it’s not like the fox would know where all his briefs were even if he was asked…

He reached in and grabbed them, lifting them out and bringing the crotch up to his nose, breathing out first to warm them a little, and then back in to catch the fox’s scent.

Ethan moaned quietly... The fox’s scent was sweet with the perfect balance of musk… It was pretty obvious the fox had jerked off a couple of times during the day he’d worn them too, catching a little love scent which had rubbed from the tip of his dick while being all squashed up inside them through the day.

He could feel his dick stirring in his pants, starting to press up against the fabric of his own undies - and like with all sweatpants – a bulge was visible most of the time even when he was soft – so he shoved the fox’s briefs into his jacket pocket and set off back downstairs... poking his head into the lounge.

“Thanks, I think that’s everything. I think your parents would benefit from a couple of energy saving devices and maybe some more insulation. I’ll call back in a week when they’re in.” He said, trying to ensure his crotch remained behind the door frame.

The fox paused the game and nodded “Cool.” He said walking over to see Ethan out.

Ethan turned and padded towards the door, opening it back up and walking out “Have a good day now!” he said without turning back round.

“Yeah! See ya.” The fox said, closing the door.

Ethan grinned, pushing his hand into the pocket in his jacket, feeling the fabric of the briefs he’d just stole… time to head home and jerk off.

It took him about half an hour from the suburbs to get to his apartment closer to the centre of town, but when inside, he shut the door and went straight to his bedroom.

He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his jacket and flopped onto his bed, fishing those stolen briefs from his pocket. They unfurled in front of his muzzle, the crotch facing him. He moved them round, so he could push his nose up inside of them where the fox’s dick would have been cooped up all day yesterday, giving the thin, soft fabric the most private scent any guy has.

As he moved his hand down to the crotch of his sweatpants, he once more breathed out to warm up the front of the fox’s briefs, then breathed in a long deep breath. As the fox’s scent filled his nose, he groped and squeezed at his dick inside his sweatpants, imagining being there in front of that cute fox he’d seen earlier, his nose pushed up against those jeans he had on.

He grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing it down along with his own briefs, his rapidly hardening uncut dick bouncing free, his other hand still holding the crotch of those briefs to his nose as he then grasped his twitching length and starting to tease at the tip, imagining he was teasing at the fox’s.

He’d fallen lucky today, it wasn’t often he’d find a house with a hot looking guy inside... He started to jerk himself slowly, still breathing in that musk, he wasn’t going to last long with that sweet fox scent hugging his nose.

His orgasm started to build… but he wanted to do something more before he cum… he pulled the briefs from his nose and moved them down to his dick – pushing his dick into them, where the fox boy’s dick had been all yesterday, feeling the now warm fabric gliding up and down his length, the idea of his dick being where the fox’s had been seemed to put rocket boosters on the tingling sensations building in his crotch..

As he reached the edge, he pulled the briefs away quickly – bringing them back to his nose for one final breath of fox scent before he hit his climax... his mind filled with images of the imagined fox dick in his muzzle…

He shot his seed into his hand, thrusting his hips up as he let out a quiet squeak, his dick pulsing and throbbing in his hand.

He panted, his hand still holding those undies - flopping to his side, and his other hand reaching down to grab a sock that he’d dropped by his bed the night before, so as to clean up his seed..

“Fuck..” he said out loud, before wondering in a half thought if the fox boy was single..

His thoughts soon cleared, and he finished cleaning up. He’d be in that house again tomorrow.. he knew his way in, he knew what he was taking and he only needed five minutes while the fox was out to make his move... and he would be getting another pair of those briefs.

He looked at the time. 2pm. Plenty of time to head to the outside market in town and do a little pickpocketing, he thought to himself. He knew many people didn’t carry a lot of cash around these days, but it was easy money when it was in there.

He pulled up his sweatpants and briefs and tucked his junk back in snugly. He pulled on his sneakers and grabbed his jacket.. ‘Time to get some pocket money’ he thought to himself

Ethan wandered out into the bustling street, making his way towards the market. Most of the sellers there didn’t do card payments, which meant the people who were there to buy would have to have cash!

He meandered around, looking for people initially who were stood, preoccupied with either eating or looking at their phones.

There were dozens of targets here… he approached one such person on their phone casually, looking at his own phone as a means of looking legitimate, and bumping into them ‘accidentally’.

He swiftly dipped into their pocket which looked like it had the most to take from – a telltale bulge from a possible wallet... and on whipping it back out – he pocketed the wallet while apologising to the person and vanished back into the crowd.

When out of sight, he immediately checked the wallet for any tracking devices, just in case its previous owner had realised and was tracing it.

Flicking through the wallet for cash – he found this one had a good 50 in notes! He took the money and dropped the wallet on the floor, no longer being worth anything to him.

Over the next hour and a half, he’d managed to lift a good thirty wallets, netting himself a good profit of almost 600. It was at this point though that one of the people in the market turned to him.

“Hey, be careful here today if you’re flashing money.” The badger, looking to be in his 50s said “There’s been quite a lot of people pickpocketed here, best keep it hidden.” He said trying to be helpful

Ethan nodded and looked appreciative “Oh! … Thanks for that! I’ll be more careful.” He said before padding onwards.

Though Ethan had been keeping tabs on the crowd and how aware they were to what he was up to, he hadn’t noticed a pair of eyes that had spotted his antics from up on top of one of the buildings that circled the open-air market.

Twomasks smirked, watching the cute looking coyote going from one person, to another, thinking he was invisible – and yet, all that time being watched - seeing his moments of glee as he pocketed wads of notes…

Ethan thought it was best to head out of the market while people were looking for someone pickpocketing, so long as he didn’t try anything else he would be safe from any suspicious eyes. He wandered through one of the exits into a narrow street, looking in all the shop windows as he passed them by.

They were dressed up all set for Christmas, with shiny tinsel, miniature Christmas trees and festive lights strewn across the displays.

He thought back to last Christmas, which had been as disappointing as they usually are…


He’d still been in school when he’d started his little ‘entrepreneurial enterprise’… and after getting expelled from school, he’d had more time to scope out houses to burgle... When his parents had found stolen things in his bedroom – he’d deny everything – but they weren’t stupid. The intervention had been his family’s attempt to try to show they loved him but he needed to get out of his ways or he’d likely end up in jail or worse…


He’d took it badly… and within a day, he’d taken what he could fit in a backpack and left, leaving a note to tell them he had disowned them and to never come looking for him.

Since then, Christmas was sad reminder of a family that simply never understood him. He tended to simply spend it jerking off and playing games…

He turned up an alleyway, a shortcut between two streets, flanked either side by large warehouses. He’d always liked these dark and quiet shortcuts – they were perfect to get out of the sight of the crowds and slip into obscurity.

Twomasks knew that too, and he always loved trailing a ‘bad boy’. He slipped down to the ground and padded quietly up alongside the coyote. “Hey!” he said forcefully grabbing the coyote’s arm and shoving him through one of the open doors into an abandoned warehouse.

Ethen jumped at first, being taken completely by surprise and being diverted through the doorway before he could even react! “W-what the fuck!? Who the fuck are you?!” He said tugging his arm back forcefully and snarling

Twomasks squinted his eyes a little “Don’t you yarr me.” He said responding to the coyote’s snarl and promptly grabbed his arm once more, bending it behind his back “I’ve seen what you’ve been up to today.” He said, forcefully pushing Ethan over to a wall

“HEY!” he growled and tried tugging, but it only made his arm hurt more. Though he was nimble, he wasn’t the strongest. “The FUCK does it have anything to do with you?! Did I steal your shit or something?”

“Nah, I was just watching you.” He said, pulling out some handcuffs and securing his arm to a large steel pipe running along the wall “Pick pocketing! Boy are you some high rolling thief...”

“Fuck you, racc!” He said trying to tug at the cuffs. He swung out to try land a punch to the raccoon’s face, but Twomasks simply stepped out of the way and grabbed the arm.

“Oh! Thank you!” he said holding his arm “Just what I needed.” He said forcing that arm back to the pipe and handcuffing that there as well. “There! One cute yote boy, all tied against the wall.” He grinned.

“The FUCK?!” Ethan shouted, trying to kick out at the raccoon

Twomasks smirked “Oh, you going to kick too?” he said before moving sideways towards the ‘yote, being kicked several times in the side of the thigh but getting close enough to restrain those flailing legs. Once caught he tied Ethan’s ankles together.

Ethan growled again “Fuck you!!!”

Twomasks stood grinning in front of the snarling coyote “Well, some could, if I allowed them – but soon, you certainly wont be able to.”

Ethan looked a little puzzled “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” he said tugging at the handcuffs again, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Twomasks moved closer, just an inch from the coyote’s nose “Well, I’m a collector! And when I saw you out there, doing your thing, I thought – oh! I think I’ll take his.”

“You ... steal shit too?” Ethan asked, still trying to get what the deal was with this raccoon.

“Exactly.” He said before pushing his hand up against the warm vulnerable bulge in the front of his sweatpants “I collect dicks.”

Ethan went wide eyed “Wait, what???”

Twomasks didn’t reply. He simply knelt down in front of the coyote boy and pushed his nose into his bulge, taking in a long slow breath.

Ethan suddenly didn’t seem so cocky anymore, feeling the raccoon shoving his nose into his crotch, feeling him breathing in – knowing that the raccoon would be getting a good sniff of his most private scent “…h-hey ... uh … no, that’s not cool.” It was strange – he loved the idea of sniffing other peoples’ underwear, and their scent – but someone breathing in his… that just made him embarrassed.

Twomasks was loving the ‘yote’s scent... sweet with quite a bit of musk to it… “you jerked off a few hours ago didn’t you.”

Ethan blushed deeply “Fuck off! … get ... your nose from my junk already!”

Twomasks smirked, moving back just a little and rubbed his hand over that warm soft bulge “I think someone’s shy.” He said gently grasping the soft dick inside and giving it a gentle squeeze, exploring it through the soft fabric “And you should be more respectful to your ‘junk’… at the moment its your dick and balls… Later – maybe it’ll be junk.”

Ethan could feel the raccoon’s hand squeezing and kneading at his dick, and as much as he didn’t want to – he could feel his dick getting a little harder in his briefs.

Twomasks slipped his fingers into the waistband of Ethan’s sweatpants and slowly slid them down - the waistband moulding to the contours of his bulge as it slid over front of his underwear.

“Seriously …” Ethan said “Get the fuck off now …”

“Or what? You’ll pickpocket me?” Twomasks said while slipping the front of the coyote’s briefs down.

Ethan’s five-inch semi flopped free, his foreskin slowly relaxing after being squashed up inside.

Twomasks smirked “Oh this is a pretty dick. Why is it that so many bad boys like you have some of the nicest dicks…  But then, I suppose that’s why I look out for you guys.” He snickers “How many times have you jerked this huh? All those times, after being out stealing things. Coming back and knocking one out with this – loving the feeling of that silky soft foreskin gliding over the head”

Ethan looked down, seeing the raccoon inspecting his dick like it was a piece of meat… “Just ... fucking suck me of, perv and get it done with, ok?!” he said thinking he’d finally worked out what the raccoon was talking about. He sucked guys off – stole their cum, that’s how he ‘collected dicks’.

Twomasks looked up with a wicked grin on his face “Heh, no. I told you. I collect dicks.” He said pulling a device out of his bag. He’d not used this one in quite some time.

Ethan blinked and looked at the device... his expression had gone from snarky to fearful.

The device was a round metal frame with a diameter about the same as a kitchen mug with a mechanism that seemed to run round the frame. A spool of thin steel wire clipped to the top then lead to the mechanism.
 
Twomasks moved the mechanism back on its runner, which seemed to be spring loaded before turning a small clockwork key hooked up to the restraint holding the mechanism in place. “What a lucky ‘yote you are! I’ve not used this for almost a decade now. So, let’s see if it still works, shall we?” He grinned

Ethan looked confused as much as he was scared of that device … “Ten years?? But ... you’d be a young teen wouldn’t you!?”

Twomasks snickered “As far as you’re concerned that’s correct. The reality, not so much.” He said moving the frame up to the ‘yote’s junk, tugging his brown velvet pouch of orbs through along with his still semi hard dick.  

Ethan let out a slight hiss through his teeth as he felt his sensitive bits tugged through the cold metal opening at the front of the frame “P-please…  ok ... I’m sorry I stole shit … Fuck I’ll stop it all!! Don’t cut my junk off?!” he said starting to sound sincere

Twomasks looked up at the cute coyote’s face… He always loved it when the bad boys turned all apologetic in the face of loosing their most precious toy. “Remember, if you hadn’t been out stealing shit – you wouldn’t be here right now.” He said before pressing a small metal button on the side of the device.

Ethan jumped as a loud click was heard, the mechanism which had been held back suddenly shot round the frame at breakneck speed – so quick it was almost impossible to see, but what it was doing, that was plain to see and feel! He watched as it wrapped a tight coil of wire round and round the base of his dick and around under his balls… with every rotation – every coil of wire extra the coil got tighter, and tighter! “AH FUCK!! It’s hurt—” his sentence was cut short as the pain got so intense his voice cracked and he let out a quiet squeak!

The spinning part of the mechanism stopped when it hit a small wire cutting blade – cutting the wire free from the device – and Twomasks lifted it back – the coyote’s bunched up package now being tugged slightly away from his body by the coil of wire crushing the flesh inside.

Ethan was panting, looking down as his teeth were clenched, the sharp pain now turning into a throbbing aching pain… seeing his whole package held an inch further from his crotch than it usually was…

Twomasks moved his hand over to that uncut semi, teasing at its foreskin “So delicate and soft. I’ve said it before – it’s funny how no matter how tough, or mean some guys are – their dicks still have delicate soft skin.. so easy to tease and manipulate… whether it’s foreskin, sheath, or just that sensitive spot right under the head... its there.” He said

Ethan was still trying to get a grip on what exactly was happening.. He could feel the sensations coming from his dick – but it was faint, as if something was seriously wrong with his junk.

Twomasks smirked now and wrapped his hand around the bunched up dick and balls... Ethan’s dick flopped through between the raccoons thumb and fingers – and slowly twisted the coyote’s entire package clockwise.

Ethan squeaked again! Feeling all kinds of pains and sensations coming from his crotch that he’d never felt in his life…. He tugged and writhed against his handcuffs, but they still held firm! He watched as the raccoon had twisted his whole package round so his balls were now above his dick!! “FUCK PLEASE! I’m sorry!! Please stop!!”

Twomasks simply kept twisting it. The coil of wire having crushed the flesh inside to the point it had little more resistance to give. Cords, tissue, everything crushed, and as the coyote’s dick and balls were twisted – it simply tore that damaged flesh entirely…

By the time Ethans dick was once more where it should be after a full rotation, with his balls below it… he couldn’t feel anything from them any more…

Twomasks grinned and let the coyote’s junk go for a moment, watching it hang from his body, still looking as it had just a minute ago, the coil holding it from his body… “I think that this coyote boy has lost some very special toys he once had.” He said, wrapping his hand around that semi hard length and slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth a little.

Ethan’s eyes were starting to well up a little “Please…. I .. I’m sorry ok?!” he couldn’t feel anything from his dick and balls any more… he was watching his dick being teased, but there was nothing – as if it was entirely numb.

“You better be.” Twomasks said before giving the dick a small tug… As he did, Ethen’s entire package slipped forward from the coil, its base crushed and crimped. The coil of wire still holding firm onto the mangled remains of Ethan’s dick stump.

Twomasks stood up, bringing the coyote’s dick and balls up to eyelevel for Ethan to look at “These are mine now. Your bloodline ends here with your musk scented junk in my hand.” He said before moving the tip of Ethan’s severed dick up to his nose and breathing in his scent.

Ethan said nothing, his mouth open in disbelief, his eyes still tearful, watching the raccoon tease and nose at his most precious private body parts.

Twomasks smirked “Now, you can call it junk. It’s just dead meat now that only exists now to be my toy” he said before dropping Ethan’s severed package into his bag with a small thud. He then put away the device he’d used and moved close to the silent ‘yote. “You will be needing this.” He said before pushing the key to the handcuffs into his hand.

Ethan remained silent, the realisation that his body had been changed forever… His entire manhood taken from him…

“Time to rethink your career choice.” Twomasks said sternly, before walking out of the warehouse leaving Ethan still stood in silence.


After what felt like an eternity, Ethan finally steadied his trembling hands enough to fumble with the key. He knew that if he dropped it, he'd be stuck there, alone in the dark. Awkwardly twisting his wrist, he managed to slide the key into the lock, and with a satisfying click, the cuffs snapped open. He unlocked his other hand, then slowly sank down the wall until he was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. Gritting his teeth, he began unpicking the rope around his ankles.

And that’s when it hit him - the full weight of everything he’d done. Every selfish, thoughtless, and hurtful act he’d done had led him here. Where had it all gotten him? Alone in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, with his dick and balls ripped off as the playthings for a mysterious raccoon. He had no family, no future… nothing but a haunting emptiness. He dropped his face to his knees and cried, deep, wracking sobs that he didn’t try to hold back.

He was done.


That Christmas was the best he’d ever had. Back with his parents, there was warmth, there were presents, there was tasty food, and most importantly there was love. Though he couldn’t jerk off anymore, he had been forgiven by his family, which was the best present he could have received.

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