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

It was early march, and spring was well and truly on its way. The day had been bright and sunny with clear blue skies – warming everything the sunshine touched… But the moment the sun went down, the temperature dropped below freezing and the surfaces of cars and pavements began to glisten and sparkle with frost. 
Naked trees budding up lined the street either side – with access set between them, leading to driveways big enough for at least three cars.
Warm and safe from the bite of the frost outside however was Ben, an 18-year-old squirrel who was still living in his parents’ house – a nice three bedroomed house set in a fairly pretty area of town. 
He had an average build and was just your typical 18-year-old guy - he loved hanging out with friends, gaming on his PC, flying his drone, and downing energy drinks. His fur was a rusty red, complemented by warm brown eyes. Most days, he stuck to a t-shirt and sweat shorts, but with winter still clinging on, he opted for something cosier. During the colder months, like tonight, he preferred keeping warm in a hoodie and a pair of dark blue sweatpants.
He’d just got in from being out with a couple of his friends and as he padded into his room, he spotted himself in the mirror on the wall on the other side of his bedroom. His eyes scanned down spotting a small bulge to the front of his sweatpants and his mind switched into naughty mode… 
One of the things he loved about sweatpants was the bulge that you could often see… not only your own but on other guys. He’d never told his friends he was gay, but he had a suspicion that Chase, a mouse friend of his probably was as well… and he very much enjoyed seeing Chase in a pair of sweatpants!
He brought his hand down to his crotch, his eyes still locked on the soft bulge reflected back in the mirror and squeezed, watching how small details showed up as the fabric pulled tighter during the squeeze, and his dick slowly squashed in his grip, hidden behind those soft pants. 
He made sure his bedroom door was closed and walked closer over to the mirror and kept his eyes down, imagining this wasn’t his reflection – it was Chase’s … he slipped his thumb into the waistband of his sweatpants and slowly slipped them down… He knew obviously this was his own dick slowly and steadily being exposed from its base all along its semi hard length to its tip – but he liked to imagine Chase’s dick looked similar to his … 
As the waistband slipped past the tip of his dick, it bounced up slightly, twitching and growing as he watched… He had an average sized dick – uncut, with plenty of foreskin, which slowly drew back a little as he became fully hard… He wrapped his hand round it, feeling the warmth of it in his palm and over his fingers, catching a little of his scent as he looked down… 
But, in his horny state, another thing about him surfaced in his mind which no one knew about… as he looked and teased that hard eager dick of his in the mirror, he couldn’t help but wonder what it’d look like if it had been cut from him… 
His dick twitched and throbbed at the thought as he imagined holding it, no longer feeling any of the sensitivity from it… He loved his dick infinitely but for some reason the idea of it being cut free and seeing it – knowing how much he loved how it used to feel…. How it feels right now …
“Mmmmhh” he moaned quietly, slowly scooting across the room, his dick still in his hand – and flopping back onto the bed. He imagined himself tied down, pleading for the person with a knife not to cut his precious dick off … “N-no…” he said quietly to himself “Not my dick…” he said gasping, starting to jerk off slowly now. He had to move his hand slowly or he’d just shoot right now… 
He imagined the person who’d tied him down grasping the tip of his foreskin – pulling it – while starting to cut right at the base of his shaft “Mmmmmmmmfffuck no … don’t cut it off” he said still quietly, starting to jerk a little quicker now, feeling his foreskin rolling back and forth over the sensitive head inside 
In his mind he watched as the blade cut his dick free – watching as it was raised from his crotch, numb, and held out for him to grasp… He imagined himself taking hold of it, jerking it – watching it move just as it always had – as it is doing now, but feeling nothing… his scent – still there as he imagined nosing at it, the tip going slightly cool – and then sucking on it… his precious dick – unfeeling, severed, dead meat… 
He suddenly tensed up, his hand moving quickly, gripping his dick harder, squeaking as quietly as he could, and shooting his seed hard up into the air with force.
He heard the blobs spattering the bedding either side of his head.
He panted, his softening dick still grasped in his hand, his eyes closed and just basking in the afterglow… The fantasy was just that – a fantasy. He didn’t want his dick cutting off for real, as – how would he jerk off about it if it happened for real?!
He grabbed a sock from the floor and cleaned the rest of his cum from his hand and dick, pulling his pants and boxers back up and laid there looking up at the ceiling, the horniness draining from him and his mind wandered back to the game he was going to play… A world war two multi-player game which he was pretty good at, getting the top scores in the country most of the time! 
He got himself up off the bed, started up his pc, and donned his headset. Time to show everyone who was boss!

The next afternoon, Ben had made plans to meet up with Chase and walk into town. They’d been hearing about a new noodle place that had just opened, and it seemed like a good excuse to get out of the house for a bit.
He grabbed his hoodie and pulled it on, checking his pockets for his phone and keys before stepping outside. 
The cold air hit him right away, making him tuck his hands into his sleeves as he started down the street. The sky was a dull blue, with a few wisps of clouds stretching overhead, and the air smelled damp pavement and wood smoke from someone’s wood burning stove going nearby.
Chase was leaning against the lamppost, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His black coloured cargo pants were a little wrinkled, like he had just thrown them on before heading out, and his hoodie looked a size too big, the sleeves hanging past his wrists.
Ben walked up and smirked. “Dude, you look like you just rolled out of bed.”
Chase gave him a look. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t about to get all dressed up for - you.”
Ben snorted. “Right. And let me guess, those pants were on the floor all night?”
Chase crossed his arms. “Nah, they were on a chair. That’s called being organized.”
Ben laughed, shaking his head. “Sure, sure...”
Chase just shrugged. “Can we start walking? It’s freezing.”
Ben gave him a playful shove as they started moving. “Always so dramatic.”
Chase muttered something under his breath, but Ben just grinned. The cold air stung a little, but the thought of a hot bowl of noodles made it worth it.
They carried on walking. The town centre wasn’t too far, but in the cold, even a short walk felt longer.
Ben blew into his hands. “Man, I can’t feel my fingers. Maybe I should get a… uhm, girlfriend or something just for the hand-holding benefits.”
Chase snorted. “Yeah, sure. I’m soooo sure that’s the only reason you want a girlfriend.”
Ben smirked. “Okay, fine. Maybe also for the cuddles. And, y’know…” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Chase groaned. “Dude, you’re so obvious.”
“C’mon, like you don’t think about it,” Ben teased.
Chase shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket. “I think about a lot of things. Like how much I want to be lying in bed right now. With a hot girl next to me. Maybe wearing my hoodie.”
Ben laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s the dream. Just a girl stealing all your clothes and calling it cute instead of theft.”
Chase grinned. “It’s a fair trade - if they look good in it.”
Ben gave him a nudge. “You just wanna see a girl in nothing but your hoodie.”
“Okay, yeah, and?” Chase said back, smirking.
Ben laughed again, shaking his head. “Damn, now I’m thinking about it too.”
Chase chuckled. “We’re lost causes, dude.”
“Completely,” Ben agreed.
There was a brief pause as they walked before Chase glanced over at Ben, stuffing his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket. “So, uh… what about guys?”
Ben blinked. “Huh?”
Chase smirked, trying to keep it casual. “You know, we’ve been talking about girls this whole time, but like… ever think about guys like that?”
Ben let out a short laugh, a little too quick. “Pfft, what? Nah, man.”
Chase raised an eyebrow. “Really? Not even once?”
Ben scratched the back of his head. “I mean, no, I just—why are you asking?”
Chase shrugged, looking ahead. “I dunno. Just thinking. Feels like people don’t talk about it much, but… I dunno. Sometimes … I think about it.”
Ben felt his stomach tighten slightly. The way Chase said it so casually, yet something underneath it - made his brain scramble a little. He kept his eyes on the pavement.
“I mean,” Ben started, trying to sound just as relaxed, “it’s not weird or anything. Like, people are into what they’re into.”
Chase nodded. “Yeah. True.” He kicked a small rock down the path. “It’s just… I think about it sometimes. Like, what if I was into guys?”
Ben’s heart thudded a little harder than it should have. He forced a smirk. “Damn, Chase. If you were into guys, you’d probably still be single.”
Chase snorted. “Rude.”
Ben laughed, nudging him. “Nah, but seriously. I guess I never really thought about it.” he lied
“Yeah?” Chase glanced at him, studying his face. “Not even a little?”
Ben swallowed. “I dunno, man.” His voice came out quieter than he meant it to.
Chase watched him for a second longer before looking ahead. “Huh.”
A they went quiet for a moment, not awkward but not quite comfortable either. The town centre was close now, with the glow of shop windows reflecting on the pavement.
Ben sighed quietly “Ok, maybe a little.”
Chase grinned and shoved at Ben’s shoulder “Ha! See!” 
Ben smiled sheepishly “Yeah alright... anyway. Have you looked at the menu for this place we’re going to?” 
“Yeah!” Chase replied, “I’m going to be having the pork ramen, spicy.” Before turning down an alley way
Ben wasn’t expecting Chase to take the turn and stumped his shoe against the ground to bring himself to a stop “That way?” 
Chase nodded “Yeah, short cut through to get to the place quicker, I spotted it on the maps – it’s supposed to be fenced off halfway through, but apparently someone said it’s been down for years – so not officially a route but cuts off a huge chunk!” 
Ben shrugged and turned down into the alley, following his friend.
As they walked down the alley, it seemed to take them well out of sight of the main road, and Chase turned back to Ben “So, uh… Remember that time when we were in the changing rooms a year back, and your shorts slipped down by accident?” 
Ben narrowed his eyes “You mean when you pulled them down?” 
Chase grinned and rubbed the back of his neck “Uhhhh, yeah then.” He snickered “So, that was the first time … well…” 
Ben blushed but smirked all the same, his own feelings starting to bubble up just a little “First time you saw my cock, right?”
“Yeah.” Chase said, slowing to a stop and turning “I… I’ve never done anything before, you know …” 
Ben blinked, realising this was going in a direction he’d never thought in his wildest dreams he’d end up in… “… well… I haven’t either” 
Chase checked down the alley in front and behind him, making sure no one was passing by, then he took a deep breath in, expelling it slowly … “Look, uh, I know we’ve been friends for like ever…. But since we both kinda like guys a bit – you mind if I ... touch … it?”  he said before rapidly adding “Only quick!... if you’re ok with it?” 
Ben’s blush deepened, his bushy tail twitching a little behind him, and already feeling his dick starting to firm up inside his sweatpants “… ok…” he said looking round himself and scooting over to the wall behind a dumpster “Sure. But quick? … maybe we could like, check each other out a bit better some other time if you come over and visit maybe?” 
Chase swallowed hard and nodded, following the squirrel over to the wall and moving his hand down tentatively towards the soft but what seemed to be a little more obvious bulge in his friend’s sweatpants… His hand paused briefly realising this was it – this was the moment he was finally going to have his hand on his friend’s most intimate bits… 
His fingers gently pressed into the warmth of the soft bulge… his eyes locked on Ben’s crotch.
Ben did his best to try to keep himself composed… This was the first time anyone other than himself had ever touched him before – and even though Chase’s touch was gentle – it was enough to set off a cascade of feelings, his dick starting to grow and push back at the mouse’s touch.
Chase could feel the squirrel’s dick hardening quickly inside his pants and he looked up to Ben’s face, a strange look of happiness and surprise in one “Oh heh... Dude, you’re getting hard” 
Ben huffed quietly “Yeah? Like you aren’t probably too?” 
Chase blinked, realising he was as hard as a rock in his own pants, noticing just how uncomfortable he really was…. “Uh … yeah…” he mumbled “Can I see it… just quick?” 
Ben hesitated a moment and brought his hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants, looping his thumbs into both those and his boxers inside. As Chase moved his hand back, ben pulled down just the front of his sweatpants, letting his hard dick slip free, pointing upwards, twitching to his heartbeat.
The mouse’s mouth dropped open, before quickly reaching out and grasping the hard uncut squirrel dick he’d fantasised about for a good year “Shit… I can’t believe I’m doing this…” he said, his thumb teasing the tip of Ben’s foreskin before starting to move his hand up and down the eager length
Ben gasped quietly “Fuck…. Chase, don’t jerk me off… you’re supposed to be just looking, right?” he said, his words the utter opposite of what he was truly wanting.
Chase blinked and nodded, before prizing his hand away, his eyes still locked on his friend’s dick.
Ben let out a slightly embarrassed laugh as he pulled his sweatpants back up, his hard dick tenting them out at the front “Ok, uhmm… yeah. That happened!”
Chase grinned and nodded, stepping back a little “Yeah…” 
Ben smirked “You owe me the same back now, but I’m hungry. And I’m not super comfortable fucking about in this alley…”   
Chase nodded again “Shit, yeah… maybe I could come over – or you come over to mine?  Lets sort that shit out later … It’s ramen time!” 
The two friends finally continued down the alley way, stepping over the remains of the dividing fence which once blocked the route through and walking out into the street beyond, and just as Chase had said, the noodle place was a couple of doors down. 

They walked in, breathing in the delicious smells of pork, beef, chicken and the broth smells wafting into the restaurant area from the open kitchen.
The place was pretty busy, with most of the tables full, but they found a decent spot by the window and ordered their ramen. 
Ben put the menu back in its place in the stand “There’s a few things here I’d like to try – but I’ve been craving ramen for a while.”
Chase nodded “yeah, and those appetisers too…” 
Ben shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Though Chase’s boner had all but gone – he’d walked into the restaurant still knowing he was sporting the tent… And it hadn’t changed. Something about his friend slowly jerking him off earlier was still stuck in his mind… He needed to do something about it.  “Hey Chase, I’m gonna head to the washroom. I’ll be back, ok?” 
Chase nodded and grabbed the desert menu, starting to browse the various choices. 
Ben stood up and wandered over to the washroom door, opening it and slipping inside. 
Infront of him as he entered was a mirror, with the sinks under it… even as he walked in, he could see his tent… He paused, listening to see if anyone else was in the small room with just two stalls and a couple of urinals … no one. 
He wandered into a stall, closing the door behind him, but found the lock didn’t work…. No matter – he’d be quick. He pulled his pants and boxers down and grabbed his dick, resting his other hand on the wall in front of him above the toilet... “Fuck, Chase… on the way to the fucking restaurant…” he muttered to himself.
The door to the bathroom was heard opening, then closing again – Ben figured they’d spot the door on his stall said occupied and go to the one next door if they needed that… He teased his foreskin gently between his finger and thumb waiting for the sound of whoever it was to do whatever they were going to do. 
Suddenly, the door behind him swung open, the handle gently knocking against the side of the stall. 
“There you are.” A voice came from behind him.
Ben blinked and turned slightly, spotting a cute looking raccoon a little older than him, dressed in a dark hoodie and sweatpants – a small bag over his shoulder “Hey, some privacy maybe?” 
Twomasks snickered and walked in “Oh, that’s right.” He said shutting the door behind him “There. Private!” 
Ben went wide eyed, quickly pulling his sweatpants back up and turned around to face the raccoon “Hey, no, really – how about …” he stopped as Twomasks reached out to grab the tent in the front of the squirrel’s pants. 
Twomasks grinned “I saw this as you walked in, figured you probably needed a hand… I mean, there’s two ways we could fix this isn’t there. One, jerk off – but you’ve done that thousands of times right? Or – I could …. Remove the problem” 
Ben was starting to get flustered, trying to work out whether to call for help or try to force past, but as soon as the raccoon said ‘remove’, his ears suddenly perked straight up – and his expression changed to surprise. “W-wait …. W-what?” 
The raccoon teased and squeezed at the hardened length hidden inside the soft fabric “Remove it from being a problem…” he could sense there was something slightly different about this squirrel, it wasn’t so much fear he could sense – but something more like excitement mixed with nervousness
Ben’s dick started to throb harder in the raccoon’s hand “Cut my dick off??” he said quietly “N-no… you can’t… shit…” he continued, but the tone of his voice gave away his feelings – sure he was nervous but somewhere deep inside, whether he liked it or not, he was excited about the idea.
Twomasks snickered and grasped the sides of the squirrel’s sweatpants, pulling them down sharply - exposing the blue striped boxers he had underneath, his hardened dick peeking through the buttoned-up fly at the front “An uncut squirrel boy, all excited about his dick being cut off… that’s a rare thing right there.” 
“No! Really, I like my dick! I don’t want it cutting off!” Ben replied quickly
The raccoon shook his head slightly “Listen,” he said before pulling down the squirrel’s boxers “I can hear it in your voice….” He said – grasping the rock-solid squirrel cock in his hand “I’m going to cut this precious dick of yours from you….” He said grinning, tracing a claw around the base of Ben’s dick “Cut off right here…” he paused, feeling how it twitched and throbbed more at each thing he said 
Ben blushed deeply, his head awash with conflicting thoughts and emotions, but the one thing overriding everything was that lust – the fantasy he’d always jerked off about – his dick – severed …. “Fuck…” he said quietly
Twomasks grinned “Say it.” 
Ben looked up from his dick in the raccoon’s hand and straight into his eyes “…Say ... what?” he mumbled quietly, knowing exactly what he should say 
The raccoon snickered and looked back at the squirrel “Tell me to cut your dick off.”
Ben took a deep breath “Fuck, what am I doing…” he said pausing and then finally, quietly saying “Cut it off… Cut off my cock… but … I get to hold it after yeah?” 
Twomasks’ nodded, pulling his bag off his shoulder and pulling out his double bander “Yeah, I’ll let you hold your toy one last time.” 
Ben’s heart was racing in his chest, it was happening. He’d never ever thought he would have agreed to this for real. It was a Fantasy! Not real?! … And yet here he was – in a washroom – watching a cute raccoon guy pushing his cock through two stretched bands of rubber…. 
Twomasks slid his bander down to the base, getting the bands snug up against the squirrel’s crotch and snapped them free.
The small green rubber donuts bit deep into Ben’s precious shaft, drawing out a squeak from the squirrel as he felt them constrict. He was watching every single detail. How his dick flared up, looking harder, how his foreskin rolled back just a little more with the increased pressure inside… and then the raccoon pulling out a heat knife from his bag, switching it on, and watching the blade start heating up red, then yellow. 
Ben was starting to pant a little, his body excited as if he was in the middle of jerking himself off, not watching that very dick he’d be jerking being prepared to be sliced from him. “Will … It hurt?” 
Twomasks shrugged slightly “A little. But the blade is hot enough it sears the nerves before they cand send signals back… you’ll feel some pain – but not as if I’m hacking it off with a kitchen knife” he winked, grabbing the squirrel’s banded dick and slowly starting to rub his hand up and down it, the warm velvety skin sliding easily up and down 
Ben let out a loud moan…. This was the last time he was going to feel this pleasure… the feeling of his dick being jerked off, his foreskin sliding over his sensitive head – the sensation of pleasure building at the base of his crotch and deeper “Fuck…. Take it… Take my dick….” he called out a little louder than he would have wanted to 
Twomasks loved it when a cute guy was instructing him to take his dick…. He moved the searing hot blade up to the bunched-up shaft between the bands, gently resting it on the soft skin that covered it.
A hissing noise was heard as the blade slowly sank in a little way. The raccoon drew the knife across the flesh, the blade slipping in deeper with each motion… 
Ben looked down panting heavily watching the knife cutting, feeling the heat sinking into the base of his dick – sure it hurt, but nothing like he’d expected… and somehow it only further drove his excitement! 
Twomasks could feel the squirrel boy’s dick getting heavier in his hand as the knife slipped deeper, the dick twitching now and then as he cut, but the further his blade went, the softer the sensation of twitching became… 
Ben gasped out “Fuck… my dick…. You’re cutting my dick off!! ….” He said propping himself up on the side wall of the stall “T…Take it! Cut my worthless dick off!” 
Twomasks’ ears twitched slightly as the squirrel called his own dick – worthless … and then pushed harder on the blade, feeling it cut through the last final scraps of shaft, and it came free in his hand. 
Ben let out another loud moan as he watched the raccoon lift his severed dick from his crotch – it was if his dick had gone numb… somehow, he could still feel it part of him, but with no sensation at all – a phantom dick… He reached out for his once so precious cock… 
Twomasks smirked and held it out to the excited squirrel… 
Ben wrapped his hand round the still warm length that felt so familiar in his hand… it was hard, the skin was still soft... his foreskin so supple… he brought it up to his face, looking at his dick closer than he’s ever seen it in his life… every vein, every contour – the soft folds of his foreskin being stretched out a little from being pulled back a small way over the flared head… and his scent…
He rubbed his severed dick’s tip over his nose – feeling the warmth against his nose – breathing in his scent like he’d never done before … he opened his muzzle, slipping his own dick into his mouth, tasting himself for the first time – just as he’d always fantasised about… 
“Mmmmmmhhhhhhhh” he let out as his knees buckled slightly under him, still leaning against the stall, his other hand moving down to grasp at where his dick once would have been…. Now only his velvet pouch of balls hanging below a small bunched up stump …. 
He loved his dick’s taste… if only he could have done this while it was still attached – thinking back to how good this once felt to jerk off, all those times …. Salty, but sweet somehow at the same time. As he sucked, a drop of pre – which had been caught after being banded oozed out onto his tongue… 
Ben pulled his severed dick from his mouth, panting “Fuck I need to jerk off…” he said without thinking about the words he had said 
Twomasks smirked and reached out, taking the squirrel’s dick from him once more “better start getting creative…” he said with a snicker, exploring the severed cock by slowly pulling back and forth the foreskin as Ben watched. 
There was something so otherworldly – watching his own dick being jerked off in the hands of someone else, but feeling nothing from it… “What are you going to do with it?” 
“This?” Twomasks said before swinging the severed meat at the wall, it impacting with a thud “Oh, this worthless meat is going to be fried up tonight – I’m going to have squirrel ‘noodle’ for dinner.” 
“Fucckkk… my cock, fried and eaten?! That’s so hot….” Ben replied 
Twomasks let out a quiet laugh “Why aren’t there more guys like you in the world…” He said before pushing the squirrel’s dick into his bag, along with the bander and the now cooled heat knife … “Enjoy your noodles! … I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy yours.” He said winking and heading out of the stall. 
Ben swallowed hard again… he was dickless…. He was actually dickless! His dick was nothing more than dead meat destined to be cooked and eaten… “Oh my fucking god…” he said moving his hand to his stump… he squeezed and rubbed desperately… he was so horny – so pent up …. Being teased by Chase, only to then have his ultimate fantasy come real… 
He could feel his orgasm building as he squeezed and rubbed, his other hand moving down to grope and roll his balls around…
Ben let out the loudest moan he’d ever let go in his life as the most intense climax he’d ever had hit him like a freight train…. He came so hard that his seed forced past the restricting band the raccoon had left him with and fired at the stall wall hard, splatting with each and every rope…. 
Ben’s legs gave in now, slumping down – ending up sat on the toilet as his cum dribbled down the wall in front of him … 

By the time Ben emerged from the washroom, he could see his ramen was already on the table and Chase had eaten half of his own… 
Chase looked up as Ben approached, spotting he no longer had a tent “Fuck, did you jerk off six times?!” he said quietly, trying to jab at the squirrel without other tables hearing
Ben blushed as he sat down “Well….” he started to say before switching his story, deciding maybe it was best explained another time “Yeah… sorry…” he said before finally picking up his chopsticks.