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

It was five o’clock... finally. The soft clatter of a tablet’s stylus being set onto the desk was the only sound in Luke’s apartment. The badger, looking around 25 years old slumped back in his chair, letting out a long sigh as he rubbed his temples with his both hands. His dual monitors cast a faint glow across the room, one showing a completed logo design, the other displayed the aftermath of a video conference.
“Finally…” Luke said to himself. He adjusted his glasses that had slipped down his nose during the last excruciating conversation. Two clients in one afternoon… but it was what it was… you can’t make money as a graphic designer without chatting by calls occasionally... Though that didn’t change the fact that calls tended to drain him completely. 
He was wearing a slightly worn blue sweater pulled over a white button-up shirt where the edges of the collar peeked neatly over the neck. Brown trousers completed his outfit for the meetings, but he wasn’t planning on staying in these uncomfortable things for long.
He got up from his chair stretching his arms up over his head before heading towards the bedroom, changing out of his work attire and pulling on a cosy green hoodie and a pair of well-worn grey lounge pants that looked more like pyjamas – baggy enough that they hung slightly over his feet as he walked. 
Now properly dressed for an evening of relaxing, Luke headed to the kitchen. The kettle sat on the side – which he filled and clicked on to boil the water for his evening tea. As the water boiled, his eyes wandered to the satchel resting near the door, already packed for tomorrow. It contained everything he’d need for his trip to the Grand History Museum; a notebook, a guidebook and a folded map. As he thought about tomorrow, a smile spread across his face. 
He poured the water over the teabag in his favourite mug which was decorated with a faded print of an Egyptian temple and carried it into the living room, curling up on the sofa and pulling a soft cosy blanket over his legs. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, flicking to a documentary on ancient Egypt. 
As the narrator’s voice filled the room, telling the tales of pharaohs and their great deeds of temple building and war, Luke sipped his tea, letting the warmth spread through his body and the stress of the day melting away. 
Though Luke was a graphic designer, he was into Egyptology more than almost anything else. If it wasn’t for the fact that archaeology jobs are rare and the pay was sketchy, he would have loved to push himself to have been out there in the blazing hot sun, digging through the sand to see if he could find some tantalising bit of something which had last been touched by someone over 2000 years ago. Knowledge possibly lost for those last two millennia brought back into the light of day.
As he half watched the documentary, since like most things on TV it was a repeat and he’d seen it at least three times before – he looked at his phone and started to check the weather for tomorrow. He didn’t have a car, and everything tomorrow as going to be through public transport. So, if it was going to rain, he’d need to be prepared… It was forecast to be sunny – but he’d put an umbrella in, just in case.
It was now his phone buzzed, and a message came up on the screen. It was from Rufus. 
“Hey Luke! How did your meetings go? xx”
Rufus was Luke’s long-distance boyfriend who lived on the other side of the country. From his profile photo it was pretty obvious he was a lynx of about the same age as Luke… They had planned at some point to move in together, but with work and family – neither could make the jump just yet.
“Eugh. They happened. I’m over them now though... tea and Egypt. xx” Luke typed back.
There was a pause, followed by his phone saying Luke was sending a photo.  Then it came up – a photo of a tapered dick standing proud from a fluffy white sheath with the message “DESTRACTION MODE ACTIVATED! Something else is missing you too! Fancy sending a pic of his bro? xx” 
Luke snickered, feeling his dick stirring in his lounge pants – only to type back “I know how you like softies! … That maybe a bit difficult at the mo, but I’ll send in a few mins! xx” he said putting his phone back down on the chair arm to try to move his mind away from the delicious dick of his favourite cat. 
His mind wandered back to the tv, watching a segment to a long-lost temple to Seth that had been lost to the desert for almost 4600 years. What was special about it was what they’d found inside on the courtyard floor. A reasonably well-preserved dried-up body of what would have once been a large muscular wolf which had hinted at one of the last events that had happened at the temple. The Narrator speculated that the male wolf had been a ritual sacrifice to end the use of the temple and within days the body had been covered in sand and lost until the present day. 
Luke’s mind had been entirely captivated again by the history on the TV, and realised there was something strangely coincidental to the program being on today. Some of the artifacts from that dig were going to be part of the exhibition he was actually seeing tomorrow! 
His phone buzzed again on the chair arm, and he was snapped back to the present again. He then remembered what he’d promised Rufus. He looked down at the soft, thin material gently resting over his now perfectly soft dick inside and picked up his phone, flicking it to cam and setting it to video. He started it recording, aimed down at the soft bulge in the front of his lounge pants. 
He moved his other hand down, and using a single finger, he gently pressed into that soft bulge where his dick was hidden inside, feeling his dick retreat a little as he pressed in – and the camera picking up every detail of that soft package being squashed before being allowed to slowly bounce back as the finger was moved away slowly. 
Next, Luke brought the camera down to his tummy, still aimed down at his crotch – the elastic waistband of his pants in the foreground, and then the distance the small hill like object being hits precious, soft dick hidden beneath soft draped fabric. He pushed his thumb into the elastic waistband and raised it up – slowly giving the camera a view inside, the light passing through his lounge pants giving enough to tease at an especially soft uncut dick, flopped slightly to the right over his grey pouch of balls, with a large floppy foreskin, wrinkled and soft.
Luke was a grower, not a shower, and had it not been for his foreskin, his dick would have looked like an acorn, pulled up against his crotch – but with his foreskin there, it was especially tempting for Rufus, a softie loving foreskin lover. 
Luke pulled down his lounge pants now with one hand, letting his soft dick out into the light, then grabbing it gently – he lifted it a little, the floppy overhang wobbling like jelly as he moved it left and right a little. “You hungry Rufus? Its dinner time!” Luke said teasing. They’d always had this silly game they’d played when they were actually together. Rufus would ask what’s for dinner, only to pull Luke’s pants down and say ‘that will do!’ and immediately engulf his soft dick in his maw, chewing at it gently, pretending he was eating it.
Just the thought of it had had an effect on Luke.. his dick was growing a little more. Instead of that two inch soft dick, it was now at three inches, but still with plenty of overhanging foreskin for the video “Want to chew on it?” Luke added with a giggle as his dick continued to grow in front of the camera… He wrapped his hand round it now it was at five inches, and started to gently paw it back and forth, his foreskin being pulled back a little only to be rolled forward again... 
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to cum. It’s all yours for in two days time.” He said alluding to the promise he’d made Rufus that for the week before he came to visit, he wouldn’t jerk off. And his beloved lynx was coming on Sunday! 
Luke let go of his now fully hard six-inch dick, twitching and bobbing slightly to his heartbeat and stopped the video, then with a couple of taps, sent it over beneath the message which had reminded him to send from rufus saying ‘Forgotten me? xx’ 
The video was seen as soon as it had been sent, a delay as Rufus watched. Luke pulled his lounge pants back up over his hardened dick and grinned waiting for the reply… 
Rufus sent back a sticker showing a blushing lynx with blood spurting from his nose, followed by “OMGOMGOMG!! BRB NEED TO PAW!” 
Luke laughed out loudly... This weekend was going to be perfect… Tomorrow the Egypt exhibition at the museum, and the day after – he gets to meet up for the beginning of a whole week with Rufus. 
The rest of the evening passed cozily. Luke had made some hotdogs as a quick dinner, then watched a number of other ancient Egypt documentaries before heading to bed. 

Luke’s alarm went off fairly early – and getting out of bed he pulled on some jeans, along with his cosy blue sweater and padded into the kitchen … Looking at the clock he realised there was no time for coffee, so he’d have to get it on the way. He pulled on his coat, grabbed his bag and rushed out of the door and out into the street. He needed to make it to the train station at 7am, and luckily through a combination of already having his train tickets on his phone, and it being quiet in the station building he managed to get to the platform just as his train pulled in.
He waited for the door control buttons on the outside of the carriage to light up and pressed the open button. No one was waiting to get off, so he walked on and found himself a seat. 
As the train slowly pulled off from the platform on the one-hour journey it was going to take to get to the capital city, he looked at his phone to see if he could find more information about the amazing things he was going to see in person today. The information on the museum website was actually a little vague, highlighting a couple of artifacts such as the statue from the Temple of Seth that he’d seen on the TV the night before – but not being particularly open with the other things he’d be getting to see.
He checked about online, but with today being the opening day of the ancient Egyptian exhibition, there weren’t any photos anywhere else either… Rather than being disappointing though, it actually made him a little more excited to get his eyes on these relics himself. Whatever the bulk of the artifacts will be – he knew he was going to be soaking up EVERYTHING about them. 
One coffee, and an hour later, he hopped off the train into an incredibly busy large 1800s train station with its large arched iron and glass roof. He made his way along with the rest of the people on the platform down into the underground and caught the final train to get to the place he had been looking forward to visiting for weeks. 
Getting off the warm train, he headed up the escalator and emerged up out into the cool December air. The sun was shining and as he looked over the street – there was the grand classical style museum building.
It looked like a Greek temple with its columns and porticos and stone carved reliefs depicting gods and cherubs. The size of the building was impressive in itself – but he knew what he was here to see… He crossed the street and headed through the security at the gates, walking towards the grand entrance. 
He passed through the columns and into two huge red painted wooden doors then waited for the museum to open, first in the line. 
The museum was as grand on the inside as it was the outside. Black and white checkered marble flooring, more columns holding up intricately decorated ceilings with gold flourishes, and large hanging banners displaying the ancient Egyptian exhibition he was just minutes from walking into! 
Ten o’clock. The front desk opened, he showed his ticket, and he was in. He made a B line straight for the sign which showed him where the ancient Egyptian exhibitions were – padding hurriedly across the large open centre space and passing into a large neutrally lit room.
The room was vast in scale, with high ceilings, but more plain in décor. The designers had obviously intended the artifacts to be the stars of the show, and what stars they were…
Luke stood there for a moment taking in the sight of so many ancient Egyptian artifacts being in one place… He immediately spotted the small statue of Seth that had been in all the literature in a glass case not far from him, but looking back there were large stone columns that stretched up towards the ceiling, black granite sphynxes and statues of Amun, Sarcophagi, mummies, tablets covered in hieroglyphs… a real kid in a sweetshop moment.

After getting over his initial awe, he made his way over to the small stone statue of Seth. According to the information board it said it had been on an altar in the lost temple of Seth, and represented the living god in his own temple. The most revered and sacred relic in the whole temple complex. The temple had been abandoned for some time before being covered in a large sandstorm sometime around the year 2612BC.  Luke took several photos, trying to get all the details of the statue in proper focus, which was sometimes difficult through the glass, and wondering what stories the statue could tell… of the people who used to go to the temple – the priests and the conversations it had witnessed. 
Luke dragged himself away from the cabinet and noticed something laid out in another large glass cabinet just across from the statue. He wandered over and peered into the case… 
It was a large dried up looking wolf… The very wolf he had seen in the documentary the night before! ‘Oh my god!! I’ve only ever seen this guy on tv before!!’ Luke said peering in, trying to work out somehow what the wolf would have looked like. He still had his soft grey fur, and he was still wearing the very things he had on when he died! 
The wolf was wearing a large perfectly preserved leather belt around his waist which seemed to be some kind of armour or protection, leather braces on his forearms and the remains of even some fabric under it which must have been some kind of kilt or something. 
There were a few distinctive features about the wolf. Although it was clear to see before he was covered in sand he had been baked in the blazing sun, and picked at by vultures, a number of scars were still visible on his dried out hide. One going diagonally across his eye and onto his cheek, and others across his muzzle.  The main things which the information plaque was keen to point out was the large hole through the wolf’s chest, which it suggested was possibly caused by the sword they found with him, and the fact his genitals were apparently absent. His baculum found broken into pieces on the temple floor next to him. 
Beside the wolf was the sword it had alluded to in the information. A heavily greened and discoloured bronze short sword with a handle which seemed to be finished with gold, and a number of the precious blue and red inlays still sat showing how beautiful it had once been.. 
As Luke looked into the cabinet longing to be able to just somehow link up with the wolf who lived so long ago- to hear his story – to see what he saw, a raccoon walked up next to him looking into the cabinet. 
The raccoon was dressed in dark sweatpants, but also a dark blue polo neck, and a lanyard with an id card hanging from it. 
Luke couldn’t help but spark up conversation in the giddy mood he was in “Can you imagine what this guy saw and went through?!” he said with excitement
The raccoon, hearing the badger’s excitement smirked a little then turned to him “Yeah. This guy is responsible for many, many things he never knew” the raccoon said cryptically.
Luke took what the raccoon’s words had meant as being in the realms of archaeology, rather than events that took place after his death “Yeah, poor guy.” 
The raccoon, looking still through the glass at the dried-up wolf corpse “Poor? No. This guy was a prick. His name erased from history.” He snapped, with a little venom in his voice… After all, it had been the first time he’d seen the wolf in 4600 years… and he had never expected to be faced with him again. He knew his name, but he would NEVER say it. The wolf’s corpse can be on display for eternity, showing off his emasculation but his name would never be invoked. 
Luke blinked and turned from the cabinet to the raccoon, hearing the somewhat personal sounding feeling in the raccoon’s voice “Are … you, ok?” he asked 
Twomasks turned to look at the badger “Yes…” he said realising he needed to try to keep some sense of composure, since though the wolf was the very reason he stood there today in more ways than one, he couldn’t allow this knowledge to be known by some random badger.
Though Twomasks had gone to the museum with only the intention of seeing the statue of Seth which had been the beginning of everything, seeing the badger, and noting how excited he seemed to be at looking over the artifacts in the museum, he couldn’t help but wonder what he also had in his jeans… and there was some kind of interesting poetry about finding a guy to cut, while standing by the corpse of the wolf that had been the very spark that had caused so many to be cut before him… 
Twomasks spoke up after the brief pause “Sorry, there’s information on the plaque here, but it doesn’t give you the full story… In fact, as you can see..” he says lifting his ID card up briefly showing him to be a staff member “I’m with the exhibition.” 
Luke’s eyes lit up at the idea there was more to the story “Oh?! Can you tell me more about this guy?” he said gesturing to the wolf corpse 
Twomasks looked back at the wolf, looking over his arms and torso which had once been so muscular, and now shrivelled and deflated, effectively made up of dried-up wolf-jerky “This fuck,” he began “Was the leader of a group of bandits called the ‘Messengers of Horus’ - they robbed, killed, burnt farms and were hated by … the people at the time.” He said trying to keep personal phrases out of his story. 
“That hole there in his chest…” Twomasks continued “He’d followed … someone to the temple who was seeking revenge on the bandits and he, with the remaining member of his lackies faced this person down, expecting to wipe them out. But – as you can see, he got run through, from the back to his chest with a spear.” 
Luke was lapping up the information, until it got to the spear. “Uh, doesn’t it say this sword killed him?” 
Twomasks rolled his eyes “Some people like to draw lines between dots which don’t exist. That sword was his sword. Something he no doubt stole from a nomarch. It was the end of a spear that killed him... And if they’d bothered to excavate a few feet further they would have ... probably … found it.” 
Luke nodded … “So, what do you think happened to his … uh” he said glancing to the shards of baculum on the floor of the case between the wolf’s legs.
Twomasks smirked “Well, the archaeologists think the vultures ate his dick and balls… but vultures aren’t going to break the dick bone are they.” He said “No, that shit had his dick cut off, and then it was dropped on the floor – and ground into paste under someone’s sandal.” 
Luke blinked and then looked back into the case at the broken pieces of the dick bone, only to then move his hand down to his crotch briefly part-imagining the process. 
Twomasks smirked at the motion badger’s hand, the telltale sign of a guy who couldn’t comprehend bad things happening to a dick… “So,” he said “Would you like to see some artifacts we don’t have on display out here? It sounds like you’re really into things from this time in history” 
Luke nodded quickly “Heck yeah! You’d do that for me?” 
Twomasks grinned “Yeah, it’s no problem, follow me, I’ll take you to one of the store rooms.” He said turning and walking towards one of the small none-descript doors which formed part of the walls. 
Luke couldn’t believe his luck! He quickly followed the raccoon, noticing an amulet he also seemed to be wearing round his neck “Oh! … you have an amulet to the god Seth!” he said, immediately recognising it “It looks … really old!”
Twomasks blinked and looked down, noticing his amulet had worked its way from inside his polo t-shirt… he carefully tucked it back in “Yeah, I always have it on.” He replied “Let’s just say Seth still has at least one follower on this plane” 
Luke nodded slowly, “Oh, I didn’t know there was still a following for him” he said watching the raccoon scanning his card in a reader, the lights flashing and unlocking the door 
Twomasks smirked “Yeah there is, shame about though Horus, huh.” He said before slipping through the door, gesturing for the badger to follow.
The room was average size, and against each wall was heavy duty racking, bolted to the floor and ceiling. The room was dimly lit by a glass skylight in the ceiling, and as the door slowly closed and locked behind Luke, the murmuring of people outside fell silent. The room was soundproof. 
Twomasks walked up to a shelf and picked up a plastic bag from the shelf with something black, slender and around four inches in length, holding it out to the badger to look at. “What do you think this is.” He said grinning 
Luke took hold of the bag and felt at the hard four-inch object in the bag. It was a little like a cigar.. “Is it, wood” he asked, holding it up a little so he could look closer at it
Twomasks stayed silent
Luke looked harder, it looked on closer inspection to have the texture of skin on it, with some marks which could have been veins…. It was flat on its base, as if it had been cut off something, and the top was rounded, with what looked like thin leather clinging to a rounded….. he knew what it was. “Is this a severed dick?” 
Twomasks grinned and nodded “It belonged to a Jackal, he was 18, liked to fool about when drunk. Ended up with his dick cut off, it was dried in the desert sands and with natron, and left in the sands above the temple as an offering to Seth.” 
Luke couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of horniness, over the idea he was holding the dick of some 18 year old from so long ago… his softie had swelled into more of a semi in his jeans.. “How do you know about him fooling about when drunk?” he asked curiously, gently running his fingers over the texture of the length inside... 
Twomasks humphed quietly, realising he’d overshared... “Analysis of the tissue found alcohol compounds... in it...” he said before moving over to the badger and grinning “But is the idea of holding someone’s dick making this cute, geeky, history badger boy a little excited?” 
Luke blinked as the raccoon drew up close “Oh... uh….” He replied nervously 
Twomasks grinned and realised it wouldn’t take too much to soften this boy’s mind... he raised his hand up in front of the badger’s face and slowly moved it down “Sleep.” He instructed 
Luke’s curious eyes looked at the hand as it descended, and by the time it had passed his nose, the world around him softened, and he found himself under a trance, numb to everything but sound. 
“What a good boy.” Twomasks said smirking “When you wake up, you’re going to reveal you want to give Seth an offering. You want to offer him not just your dick, but your balls too. You feel it is only fair given you have visited him in this museum today. Do you understand?” he said sternly
Luke nodded slowly
“When being cut, you will feel no pain and you will see this as a sign that Seth is pleased at the gift you are giving him.” Twomasks said grinning
Luke nodded again.
Twomasks stood back a little “And you’re awake.” He said
Luke opened his eyes and stumbled back just a little, still holding that preserved jackal dick in his hand... He looked at it again, squeezing at it. “I think it’s sad Seth has been almost forgotten…” he mumbled trying to understand the feelings he had “You follow Seth, do you think he would be happy if I gave him an offering?” he asked looking sincere
Twomasks nodded, trying to hide a grin “I believe so yes. What would you be looking to give him?” 
Luke looked down at the preserved length in his hand and then back up “My dick… and balls… would that make him happy? … and do you know how to make the offering?” 
Twomasks nodded again, moving over to the badger boy “Yes… and we can do it here, right now. I’ll take it and make the offering for you” he said, his voice tinged with mischief
Luke swallowed hard “Ok, I want to do it. I want to give my dick and balls to Seth.” He said, moving his satchel a little further round his side.
Twomasks grinned and knelt down in front of the badger “Ok, let’s see what you are offering here.” He said, nosing into the bulge in the front of his jeans, breathing in the light scent he had “Seth enjoys offerings that have scent to them”
Luke nodded, blushing, trying to think about what he was going to say to Rufus tomorrow, but for some reason, he just felt this just had to be done... As if everything had lead to this point for him to do this. 
Twomasks unfastened Luke’s jeans now, pulling them down along with his briefs, the badger’s dick springing out into the cool air of the climate-controlled storeroom. “O,h and uncut, just like that jackal’s you’re holding.” 
Luke was still blushing “C-can I take the artifact out of the bag?” he asked
Twomasks grinned, gently teasing the foreskin of the badger, remembering back all that time to the moment he did the same thing with the jackal’s dick that his unsuspecting victim was holding “Yes.” He replied
Luke opened the bag, reaching in and grasping the severed jackal dick... he knew it would have been bigger before it had been preserved, when it was on its previous owner, but the idea he was holding the dick of a guy who lived so long ago… His own length was throbbing in front of the raccoon who was about to take it from him. He grasped the base and gently rubbed his hand back and forth along the ebony member, imagining how supple and warm it would have one been and the pleasure it once would have given. As if he was jerking off someone from the past…
Twomasks had found inside the storeroom some bronze clamps that had been categorised as having unknown use. He moved one of them down to the base of the badger’s dick, and opening the clamp. He lifted the furry pouch into it, and ensuring everything was where it needed to be he forced the clamp closed, two hooks at the end of the ring coming together with a click holding the small bronze ring together, crushing and restricting any blood flow going into the badger’s trapped package.  
Luke gasped as he felt the clamp close around his precious bits, but there was no pain… in fact it felt to him slightly pleasurable… He held the jackal’s dick in his hand as he looked down, watching the raccoon fixing a second bronze clamp in front of the first, another warm wave of pleasure emanating from his precious bits as it clicked closed.
Twomasks took a moment to look over the badger’s clamped off dick and balls now, admiring how the badger’s foreskin still was overhanging the head, hiding it and protecting it inside. He ran his hand over the soft skin along the shaft, grasping it gently and sliding it back, watching the badger’s foreskin open up at the tip, rolling back and exposing the shiny moist plump head inside.  He gently rubbed his finger over the tip. 
Luke jumped a little, the head of his length especially sensitive as it was almost never exposed to anything than the silky inside of his sensitive foreskin.
Twomasks grinned and pulled out a sharp bronze knife that he’d brought with him, a relic that he’d always kept from his past “We will do this with the same knife used to cut that jackal’s in your hand shall we?” 
Luke blinked, looking down at the shiny knife... it looked old but somehow still had its edge, somehow the idea of his junk being sliced from him with the same knife which had cut the dick off in his hand only seemed to excite him more “Oh... heck… yes!” 
Twomasks slid the bronze blade between the clamps, loving how there was no need to be careful, wondering why he didn’t use clamps more often than those elastrator bands... Not only did the clamps have no way of being cut through, they helped guide the knife…
He drew the blade through the gap between the clamps, feeling the edge biting and slicing into the top of Luke’s shaft.
Luke could feel the knife slicing into his precious length, but felt no pain – only a warmth, suddenly realising maybe it was Seth, looking on him favourably for giving him his most precious private parts… 
Twomasks continued to slice through the badger’s once so sensitive and precious flesh, knowing the guy had had no intention of losing his dick and balls when he had set off this morning – but now they were slowly coming free from his body with the badger’s own blessing.
Luke saw his dick flop forward, resting against the raccoon’s hand as he cut, his dick was severed…held on now only by the soft pouch which contained his precious orbs. He looked at the severed length… it was unreal… it was removed, no longer part of him but it was so familiar, so normal looking – his foreskin still bunched up a little just over the head, squashed to the side a little under the weight of his dick now pushing forward against it. 
Twomasks sliced firmly down, the blade slicing through both of the badger’s cords without offering the hint of resistance – they had surrendered to the blade without even a subtle bump being felt through the handle. As the knife slipped through the final scrap of the flesh that was once Luke’s sack, his entire package came free. 
Luke blinked as he watched his precious package lifted up from where it had always been... Raised up to eye level – seeing his length from an angle he’d never seen before – looking right up on his foreskin, knowing how sensitive it had once been
Twomasks held the base, the badger’s balls hanging beneath it and gently moved his other up and down the shaft, jerking the severed dick, Luke’s musk being caught by both his and Luke’s noses. 
Luke blushed deeper than ever… he had always liked his scent, but now – he had gifted it, along with everything else – to Seth. 
Twomasks grinned and grasped the bag which the Jakal’s dick had been in and dropped the badger’s whole package into it with a gentle rustle of plastic. “Seth will be so happy for your offering.” he said “Now, pull your jeans back up, pop that dick down on the shelf and you can carry on with your day.” 
Luke swallowed hard, feeling horny as heck, but knowing he couldn’t do much about that until he got home at the very soonest… he set the jackal’s severed length down, now feeling some sense of connection with that ancient boy from the past.  Then he pulled his briefs up over the bronze clamp which he still had affixed to his crotch, followed by his jeans… “Thank you for showing me in here!” he said happily
Twomasks grinned and tucked the warm bag of severed badger bits into a backpack he’d got with him “No problem at all.” He said opening the door back up – the sound and warmth flooding through the opening.
Luke stepped out “See you soon then maybe?” he said to the raccoon before setting off into the exhibition again 
Twomasks snickered “Maybe.” He said watching the badger walk off. 
His eyes looked back over to the statue of Seth which had no one stood around the cabinet it was inside. He walked over, carrying the bag with the harvested badger junk inside and grinned, looking at the statue which he had offered the first package he’d ever cut … “Another subject cut. It’s good to see you again.” He said before slipping back into the crowd thinking about how sweet the badger’s dick will be for supper…