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I'm a 23 year old 5'7" athletic grey wolf who works out at the same gym as you. You're a 35 year old 6'2" muscular buck. You've seen me there for a few weeks, and you decide to follow me into the locker room to see what I look like underneath my tank top and gym shorts. I step out of the shower and drop my towel to get dressed, and you get a bit annoyed because my sheath and balls look way heavier than you anticipated. You were hoping my male bits would be small and under developed, but unfortunately, they were quite virile looking. I get a call on my phone and you listen to me pick up, "Hey girl. Was wondering when I'd hear from you. We still on for tonight?" You get a little more irritated as you realize I've answered a call from my girlfriend.

I finish the call and you notice that half of my penis has hardened and slid out of my sheath. You growl under your breath at the bright red tip. You're about to give up on me; dealing with my fully developed virility and straight urges will probably be more trouble than I'm worth, but then I turn around and bend over to slide my pants on and you get a perfect view of my virgin, straight-boy tailhole. Your growl deepens into a possessive rumble as you lay eyes on your prize. You know immediately that you want to possess my body so that you can turn my hole into a mate for your penis, but first you knew you'd have to find a way to separate me from the urges of my penis otherwise it would distract me from fully serving your shaft.

I finish getting dressed, put a pair of earphones in, start up some music from my phone, and you watch my tail disappear out of the locker room door and smirk. You know exactly how you're going to get me to give my body to you, and once I do, how you're going to prevent my penis and balls from giving my body urges ever again.

The following day at the gym, you see me doing chest presses and offer to spot me. I nod and you help encourage me to go further than I usually do while making sure the bar remains stable. After my sets, I take my earphones out and thank you for the spot.

"Hey, what music are you listening to?" You ask. I tell you it's just some electronic stuff. "Nice! I've got an album that keeps me super pumped at the gym; you should give it a listen." You say with a smirk. "Do you have file sharing turned on? I'll just send you the album real quick." You send my phone the files and I thank you for the recommendation. You go off to finish your workout, and I put my earphones in and hit play on the album.

I continue my workout like usual, unaware that beneath the electronic beats, there's a binaural induction slowly putting me into a trance that will make me want to listen to the album on repeat. You watch me from across the gym as my eyes go from bright and focussed, to glassy and zoned out. A bit of drool spills out of my muzzle and you laugh. I finish my workout a bit slower than usual and head to the locker room. Based on how long my workout took, you know that the album has played at least three full times. I take my earphones out and put them in my locker, and when I turn around you're standing there grinning.

"Oh, hey bro. Thanks for the album- it uh..."

"Let's go shower." You state, clearly and calmly to me.

"I uh- yeah... I need to shower."

"Yes. And I'm going to join you, isn't that right?"

My eyes get glassy and unfocussed, "Yeah... That's right."

You smirk and say, "Lead the way boy."

I walk toward an open shower stall and step inside. You follow me in and close the curtain behind us. "Start the shower boy." I look concerned and uncomfortable for a moment, but again, my eyes fog over and I do as you ask. Soon, hot water is washing the sweat from our bodies. "I'm going to touch your body now, boy." My eyes remain foggy and I nod. You run your hands over my muscular body, a huge smile making its way across your muzzle. "Do you have a date with your girlfriend tonight?" I nod. "When we're done in here, you're going to cancel your date." I shift uneasily underneath your big hands as they roam all over my body.

"But I..."

"What is it boy?"

"I just..."

"Tell me what's on your mind boy."

"We were getting so close..."

"Close to what?"

"Tonight she was gonna let me breed her raw."

"Hmm, does that make you excited?"

"Y-yes..." The tip of my penis slides out of my sheath and throbs in the open air.

"You're so close to pumping a litter of your pups into her womb aren't you?"

"Fuck yeah." My entire shaft throbs out in the open, pre mixing with the water from the shower, running down my fur.

"The only problem is..." You take hold of my penis and squeeze it painfully hard. "I don't want you to have pups."

My eyes dilate and flutter as pain from my penis hits my brain, but for some reason I stand there frozen, unable to react to it. This is the first time another male has touched my penis, and while I normally would have either pushed him away for being a homo, or punched him in the gut for causing pain to my throbbing shaft, I found myself completely immobilized.

"After you cancel your date, you're going to come with me and we're going to see a friend of mine who is going to help give you an attitude adjustment." Your grip around my penis doubles in intensity and I can actually feel physical damage being done to the tissue. "Is that clear?"

"Yes."

Your grip tightens one final time and I feel something inside my shaft pop, "You will address me as sir."

"Yes, sir." I say through the pain.

"That's a good boy." You let go of my penis, it falls forward limp, much of the the blood that once made it rigid having been squeezed out by your fist. It has dark purple bruise marks around it and several of my larger veins seem to have suffered hemorrhaging from the pressure. "Turn the shower off."

I obey.

We pull up to what appears to be a medical clinic. I hang up my phone having just cancelled the date with my girlfriend... Or rather, my now ex girlfriend, and you tell me to get out and follow you. Once inside, you speak to the fox behind the front desk.

"Hello Spencer. Have you been listening to that music I sent you?"

The fox's fur ruffles a bit, and his eyes glisten and dilate, "Yes sir!" He stands at attention.

"That's a good boy. I brought a friend of mine tonight. We're here because he needs an attitude adjustment. You're going to help me with that, Spencer."

"Of course sir. Right this way!" He steps out from behind the front desk and leads the way down the hall. There are several checkup rooms along the way, but he's taking us to the very back. We enter a dark room and he closes the door behind us. The lights come on and I'm greeted with a metal operating table and a try of surgical tools.

Spencer motions for me to get onto the table and I obey. "Will you be needing a partial attitude adjustment, or a full"

You chuckle, "I think for this particular specimen, we'll be needing a full attitude adjustment."

Spencer bows and starts strapping my arms, wrists, head, and waist to the operating table. He slides my pants off and then moves my paws up into the stirrups and straps them in place to keep me spread uncomfortably wide; my heavy sheath and balls are completely exposed.

"Boy. I need you to think about spraying your thick wolf sperm up into your ex girlfriend's womb."

"Yes sir." I start playing fantasies in my head about the night I was originally supposed to be having. I imagine penetrating my girlfriend without a condom on and soon my penis slides out of its sheath and is dripping and fully exposed to the cool air of the operating room. Spencer lifts my balls up and I feel a prick at the base of my penis as a numbing agent is injected into it. Next, an extremely tight band is stretched over my shaft by a clamp-like tool. It is pressed firmly against the root of my shaft and then allowed to snap closed around it. I feel my penis get extremely hard as the band clamps around the root and blood is prevented from escaping. Another band is loaded on the clamp and this time it is lowered over my testicles before being clamped around them.

"You're doing an excellent job boys. Spencer, please continue." Spencer nods obediently and picks up a scalpel. He brings it to the root of my penis, just above the band, and slices into the hard flesh. I feel a dull sensation, but it isn't painful. He slices around my penis in a complete circle, and then looks up at you. "Sir, would you like the honors?"

"Thank you, Spencer, yes." You step forward and take my stiff penis in your hand, and while staring into my eyes as I watch what's happening, you pull my penis away from my groin. "You don't need this anymore. Your body is mine now." I stare, unable to look away, screaming internally as the stiff flesh of my penis is pulled off of my baculum inch by inch until it's completely separated from my body and in your hand. "What a pathetic tool. You'll find you're much happier without it boy." You throw it into the garbage next to the surgical table.

Spencer brings the scalpel to my narrowly pinched balls and unceremoniously slices the sack and testicles off and holds them up for you to inspect. You don't even look up, you're busy taking a picture of my body, freshly nullified and neutered. "Just throw them away Spencer." The fox tosses them into the garbage where they land onto of my severed wolf penis and then he closes the lid. After removing my baculum and some quick suturing and cleaning, we're walking out of the clinic, and there's no longer any weight between my legs; my breeding organs have been completely eliminated and I couldn't do a thing to stop it.

We walk out into the parking lot and you smack my ass and push a clawed finger up into my tailhole and then push my head down and shove me into your car. "It's time to go to your new home boy. Your hole is going to become the perfect mate for my penis."