Warning: this story contains scenes of nonconsensual penectomy (the removal of the penis), somnophilia (playing with someone while they’re asleep) and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

The quiet jingle of the door-top bell rang out as a white furred otter wearing a red hoodie and jeans stepped through the door of the gas station shop, closing it quietly behind himself.
He looked around only to see two colleagues walking out of the back room smiling at him. 
“Hey Gabby!” said a husky in his 20s “How’s stuff?” he said pulling on his coat
“Yeah, pretty good! I’m off on a fishing trip this weekend, so I’m really looking forward to that!” the otter replied 
The other colleague was a female cheetah, pulling on a denim jacket “Rockin’ that stereo type there Gabby!” she said with a smirk “Otter, fishing… yeah …” she said 
The husky looked to her “Hey, nothing wrong with fishing” 
The cheetah looked back “Pfff you guys… anything to get a bit of time playing with your ‘rods’ huh?” she snickered giving Gabby a playful nudge “Though, we all know the only rod you get to play with is your own… huh Gabs?” 
The otter blinked and blushed as he suddenly realised what she was getting at “I uh, no, but..” 
The husky patted Gabby on the back “Don’t worry about it, Gab, she’s only joking …  I’m sure you’ll find someone soon enough!” he said with a wink 
Gabby smiled and nodded, still with a bit of blush to his cheeks “Heh, sorry… you know me and fishing” 
The cheetah padded over to the door of the shop and opened it up, once more ringing the bell and stuck her tongue out at the otter “So,” she said moving to talk about shop talk “it’s all set up – shop is all stocked, register ready for you to log in, and last car came about an hour ago – so yeah! Have a nice quiet shift – and I guess we’ll see ya next week?” 
Gabby nodded “Sure!” he said watching the husky walk to the door “Have a good night, guys!” he said cheerily 
“See ya!” the two said in tandem as they walked out, the door slowly closing behind them. 
Gabby watched the two head out to their cars, parked the other side of the forecourt and drive off with a wave. Then, he turned round – and the shop was his for the night.
He walked into the back room, pulling off his hoodie, revealing the black and green uniform t-shirt he had to wear. Then walked through the door to behind the counter. 
He looked over the register, tapped in his login information – and that was it! The night had begun.
The otter looked out the window towards the road. Not a car to be seen. The funny thing was – this was absolutely perfect. 
Though the night shift was lonely, the fact it was so quiet meant it was the best shift on the rota. Gabby had been pretty excited when he found out he’d landed this job for the summer while he switched between school and college. There wasn’t a problem with him sleeping in the daytime, it paid unsocial hours, and he got to pull out the stool under the desk, prop himself up on it and make plans for fishing trips. And daydream about what college was going to be like of course.
An hour had gone by, and the otter had checked out all the latest videos on YourTube from his subscribed channels on fishing, and not a single customer had pulled into the gas station. 
He padded over to the magazines isle, picked up the angling weekly, and headed back round the counter, grabbing a strawberry lollypop. The staff discount was pretty good there – taking fifty percent off anything he bought – so he always tended to pick up his sweet treats at work, though this one was for now.
He sucked on the lollypop as he started scanning through, checking out the adverts for new fishing rods that he dreamed to own someday. Some of them were so thin and lightweight but were specifically designed to bring in carp way bigger than the fish at the places he usually fished. 
Another couple of hours went by, and by this point it was pushing on 2am. The otter had been through the magazine cover to cover and was now looking at some not exactly safe for work pictures of cute guys, stood with the back of his phone towards the direction of the security camera looking over the counter. 
His mind started to wander to what he was hoping to get up to at college again… Starting to daydream about the things he’d do – the parties he’d go to, the guys he’d meet, and maybe – just maybe – he’d get to finally have some fun with another guy… Maybe they’d be like the cute fox he had on his screen, wearing a college hoodie, sweatpants and giving him a cheeky grin… 
In the corner of his eye, he noticed the security camera screen flicker. He cast a glance up to it – but everything seemed all fine. Noone on any of the cameras, except for himself of course, inside or out. 
It was usually about this time when he’d be thinking about slipping into the back room, and having a little private time with himself… The fox after all was calling out to him, asking if he wanted to go out for a drink with him, maybe a meal and something more back at his place after! 
Just as the otter locked his phone and turned to head towards the back room – suddenly there was a click – and all the lights, the register – even the forecourt all dark. The reassuring hum of the chillers holding drinks and chilled snacks died down to an eery silence.
“Ah fudge.” Gabby said to himself quietly… He’d not had to deal with a trip to the power before, but he knew the first place to check; the fuse box in the back room. 
The otter boy activated the torch on his phone and walked into the back room, looking round to see how he could get to the fuse box. Of course, it was behind one of the racks holding stock… 
He moved a few boxes in front of the rack, and then nudged apart some of the boxes of lollypops and other candies, noting that he’d not tried the sour fruit drops yet… He opened up the fuse box cover and had a look at the trip switches. 
Then, the bell jingled out in the shop. 
Gabby blinked, turning round and using his torch to head towards the door leading into the shop. There hadn’t been a customer all night, and when the power trips – of course someone has to walk in. His eyes scanned the forecourt first, but there didn’t seem to be a car out there. “Hello?” he asked out
A raccoon wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants had walked in and was having a look at the candy in the dark. “Oh hi! You having trouble with the power, huh?” he asked 
Gabby nodded “Yeah, I’ve not had this happened before! Sorry about this! I’ll get the power back on and be with you in a moment, ok?” He said cheerfully and padded back into the storeroom towards the fuse box again. 
Twomasks padded around the store, faking interest in a few bits and pieces and made his way towards the door of the storeroom, where he could see the otter using his phone’s torch to check each of the fuse switches. 
Gabby checked all the switches in the fuse box, but they all seemed to be fine… He looked up at the master reset switch, turned it with a loud clunk, then turned it back again. 
There was a loud click, and the lights came back on, and the fridges in the shop kicked back into life again. 
“Phew.” The otter said quietly to himself, tucking a couple of the papers that were stored as instructions and inspector certificates back into the fuse box… But what he hadn’t noticed was the silent figure now stood directly behind him. 
In a single fluid motion, he saw a hand holding a cloth swing round, covering his nose and mouth. He gasped – taking in a deep breath of something noxious … a vapour that suddenly seemed to make the whole world spin on its axis, sending him dizzy before blacking out. 
Twomasks grinned as he caught the otter who’s legs gave way under him. The otter boy wasn’t a problem for the raccoon to simply lift up and set him down laying on his back on top of a couple of the boxes of windshield washer fluid.
The raccoon scanned his eyes down the otter’s body. He was a cute guy, looking about 5ft 4, a good couple of feet shorter than himself, with a sleek swimmers build. He moved his hand up to gently pet the otter boy’s cheek tracing a finger down his neck, across his chest and down to the warm soft bulge in his jeans... 
He felt the otter’s dick twitch gently inside as he traced his finger around the outline of the package inside… The question was – did he just take what he had come for? Or should he have a little self-indulgent fun with the little otter boy first?
Twomasks deftly undid the jeans button, then slowly unzipped them, the navy-blue undies covered bulge slipping out between the brass-coloured zipper as it parted. 
He moved his nose down to push up against the soft warmth, breathing in the otter’s sweet scent as he opened the jeans up and pulled them down a little – leaving Gabby in nothing but his navy-blue briefs. 
The raccoon brought his hand up now, groping and exploring the otter’s bulge, squeezing his softy hidden inside… and much to his delight, he felt it squish, the head retreating as the raccoon was left with a small pinched up bit of foreskin between his thumb and fingers… The otter boy was uncut… 
He slipped his fingers into the waist and pulled them down slowly, taking his time, revealing tonight’s prize in the same way a theatre curtain would pull back slowly revealing the opening act. 
As the elasticated band slipped over the head, all that left it pinned down was the soft silky tip of the foreskin which flopped free with a gentle bounce while the fluffy white sack of orbs was finally revealed with a final tug. 
Twomasks reached out and grasped the exposed precious otterhood, and as he gently squeezed at it, teasing the underside, drawing back the foreskin a little, he felt it twitch once more, and starting to swell a little. Though the otter was unconscious, it seemed his dick certainly wasn’t. 
The raccoon started teasing at the otter’s length more as it twitched and grew, letting his hand start to slide over it, the foreskin gently rolling back and forth over the head.
 Gabby’s length grew to its full five and a half inches quickly with the attention, especially with the fact he’d been perving over cute guys on his phone for a good half an hour before the power had tripped. 
Twomasks smirked as he watched the otter begin to breath heavier in his unconscious state – and though the racoon didn’t know it, he was the first guy to ever play with him… 
Gabby had dreamed of the day he would get his first fun with someone else – jerking off to just that thought, imagining someone cute, grasping, teasing his dick – even sucking him off… but still under the effects of the vapour he’d breathed in, he wasn’t even able to enjoy any of it. Or at least not consciously.
Catching the otter’s scent once more, Twomasks moved his nose down to nuzzle up the hot otter dick, his foreskin now rolled back most of the way over its head as it throbbed and twitched, eager to shoot its load…
He flicked his tongue out, lapping up the underside of the otter’s head, which once again twitched and bounced back against his tongue. 
Gabby’s length was sweeter than he expected – there was the usual slight saltiness to it, but maybe due to the otter’s sweet tooth, he was deliciously sweet… 
Twomasks pulled his small bag from his shoulder, then took out his double bander and his heat knife… the delicious otter meat will be his breakfast in the morning… 
As he slipped the bander down the eager throbbing otter dick, he made up his mind on whether he was going to get this ott to have one last, albeit never experienced orgasm from his dick… Yes. He was. 
He pushed the bander down as close as he could to the otter’s crotch, snapping the bands off and watching as they bit into the hardened flesh, causing the pressure in it to increase – flaring the otter dick’s head a little more – and the foreskin slipping back completely behind it now. 
The raccoon switched on his heat knife and nosed once more at the doomed, banded otter length. 
Gabby’s dick was already starting to turn a shade darker than it usually was as the oxygen inside was rapidly depleted, his member cut off from its source of life. 
The raccoon sank his muzzle down onto the otter’s overly hard length, his tongue swirling around the head and underside as he did, sucking on the delicious prize that he was soon to take… 
Gabby let out a quiet unconscious gasp, somewhere in his dream state, he could feel the warmth envelop his precious otterhood, and starting to feel the pleasure flooding through him… 
Twomasks began bobbing his head a little up and down, taking hold of the otter boy’s balls and giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling the dick once more throb and twitch in his mouth…. He could feel the otter starting to tense up – his breathing becoming a little more erratic as the otter’s body reacted mainly from reflex than anything else... 
Gabby’s body tensed up more, starting to shake a little with the effort it was putting in, desperately wanting to shoot its seed into the warmth of what was engulfing its perilously banded dick… 
Gabby let out a quiet squeak as his body was pushed over the edge, his banded dick bounced and twitched – and though the bands did constrict his length at the base, he came so hard that some of the otter’s seed managed to force its way past both bands, and dribble from the tip of the flared head inside the raccoon’s maw. 
Twomasks snickered as he felt the otter have what he knew would be the final climax he’d get from his dick. He lapped up the sweet seed and slowly pulled his muzzle back, letting it bounce free. It was time to claim his prize. 
The raccoon grasped hold of the darkening otterdick with his left hand while bringing the heat knife down to the bunched-up dick between the two constricting rubber bands. 
As the blade touched, there was a hiss as the heat cauterised as quick as it cut… First it was just a simple line that seemed to appear on the flesh, but as the knife sank deeper into Gabby’s precious shaft, the incision opened, the otter’s dick slowly being sliced free from his body. 
Twomasks was careful, keeping the cuts neat and precise, the blade having no problem cutting through the otter boy’s favourite toy as if it was designed to be removed… 
Deep in Gabby’s unconscious mind, he was dreaming about being with that cute fox guy he’d been just about to jerk off about in the storeroom, who’d just sucked him off, but was now tugging and being rough with his dick; his mind trying to make sense of the strange sensations…
The raccoon could feel more and more of the weight of the otter’s dick resting against his hand as the knife cut through more of the shaft holding it to the otter’s body… and with one final cut – the knife slipped through the last piece of the otter’s dick – and it came free in his hand. 
Twomasks looked up at the otter, his maw open just a little, breathing a little heavier than usual, but now being only half the boy he was when he’d come to work this evening… He walked round to the side and brought Gabby’s own severed dick up to his unconscious muzzle… 
In Gabby’s mind, he felt the warm dick push up against his lips and interpreted it as being the fox’s dick… and as he started to suck, he could taste sweetness oozing from the tip… was this the fox’s pre? 
Twomasks snickered as he watched the unconscious otter start sucking on his own severed dick, the last of his seed oozing from the head as he did… But it wasn’t the otter’s now. It was his…
The raccoon pulled the otter’s severed dick from his maw and placed it into his bag along with the knife and bander…. He then reached out and petted Gabby’s head fur gently “You’re a cute guy. I’m sure you’ll make a great boyfriend for someone – given your dick sucking talents!” 
Twomasks turned, and left the storeroom, leaving the otter still unconscious on top of the boxes of windshield washer fluid, his jeans and briefs still hanging around his knees, and his fluffy white sack of orbs now strangely exposed with nothing laying over the top of it. 
The raccoon glanced up to the screen displaying the security camera footage, frozen at the point it had flickered earlier, with the otter still on his phone at the desk.
The bell of the door jingled one last time, as the raccoon slipped out, before the gas station shop once more went quiet, all but the hum of the chiller cabinets. 
Maybe the night shifts weren’t so great after all.