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The music was pounding as Zack sat watching at the bar, tapping his footpaw a little in time to the beat. Downing his third shot in a single gulp, the red foxboy was feeling almost ready to get out there. He was going to pull a good few times tonight, he could feel it!

"Whoo!" Zack exclaimed with relish as he slammed his shot glass down. "That's good stuff, man! Maybe one more for the road?"

The bear behind the bar seemed to roll his eyes a little at the kid's tryhard attitude as he poured another, but Zack just smirked. It didn't bother him any. The young fox knew he wasn't technically supposed to be drinking at seventeen anyway, but his fake ID always seemed to serve him well. That alone was a pretty good feeling. Looking out across the dancefloor, he savoured the sights and sounds - the whole place was heaving with hot guys - all shapes and sizes, some shirtless, some showing off their assets in skin-tight pants.

Zack himself was leaving little to the imagination in his skimpy little booty shorts. They were so tight you could see an almost complete outline of his bulge - and what a bulge it was. Even now, most of the guys who passed him couldn't help but have a little glance between the foxboy's handsome thighs. Probably wondering if I've stuffed a cucumber in there or something, Zack thought to himself with a little smirk.

After downing his fourth shot, Zack suddenly realized how much he needed a piss. He took his time walking to the bathroom, though, casually sauntering across the dancefloor, swinging his butt and floofy tail a little as that heavy package bounced gently between his legs. He couldn't help but pause a little to admire his reflection in the mirror as he entered, grinning at the fine, handsome young fox who grinned right back at him, before standing at the urinal, not bothering to hide himself at all as he yanked down the front of his shorts and pulled his whole cock right on out.

Zack never saw why he should hide his cock in public. As far as he was concerned, it was a work of art. Nine and a half inches long at full mast, it was proportionally thick and meaty. Black as pitch it was, complimented nicely by the fat, heavy, musky balls that hung beneath it in their silky white sack. Not to mention the many piercings he'd adorned his special sausage with over the last couple of years.

A big silver ring decorated Zack's big plump uncut glans, with a matching ring also nestled snugly in the thick dick's base. These were complemented by a row of silver studs all along the underside of his shaft, which the foxboy loved to run his fingers over when pawing off. He was pretty sure his parents didn't know about any of them - but, like with most teenagers, that was part of the appeal for Zack. As for his peers at school, though, that was another matter. The young vulpine reckoned he must easily have the most famous cock in his year group from the way the other boys looked at him jealously when he strutted around the PE changing room naked, junk slapping between his thighs. He had no shortage of female interest either - too bad he swung the other way!

Sighing, the young fox gently stroked his semi-erection as a thick stream of piss came forth. Becoming aware of another fur standing to his left, Zack glanced slyly over, mentally comparing sizes as he always liked to do at the urinals. This big, burly wolf guy towered over the teenage fox, but it was a rather different story downstairs, the youth noted with a smug little smirk. The wolf was probably little over six inches - not exactly small, but he sure looked it compared to Zack!

That thought put a little spring in the young fox's step as he stuffed his hefty equipment back into his tight little shorts and sauntered over to the sink to wash his paws. "Hey," a voice said behind him as he was checking his headfur in the mirror, "Don't think I didn't see that look. You got somethin' to say to me, boy?"

A little startled, Zack turned to look at the big wolf, who was now glowering at him darkly. The big, intimidating beast wasn't someone you'd want to run into in a dark alley, that was for sure. He was older than Zack, thirty maybe, and had a powerful, rock-hard frame. But security was pretty tight at this club, the foxboy reasoned, and as long as they were in here the wolf couldn't do shit. So he simply smirked again. "Oh, no, Mister Wolf, nothing..." his eyes drifted mockingly down to the tall lupine's flies, where the wolf was still shaking his dick dry, "... Nothing at all."

Scratching his own hefty bulge casually yet pointedly, Zack turned and sauntered out, feeling rather pleased with himself as he headed back towards the dancefloor. Maybe he'd try chatting up that cute catboy he'd seen by the bar earlier, or that sexy raccoon...

But before he could get much further, a heavy paw clamped down hard on the swaggering fox's shoulder. "Hey!" he cried indignantly as he was whirled round, finding himself suddenly face-to-face with the furious wolf. "Getoff, you bastard! It was just a joke, jeez! You ain't got no right... security! Security!"

"Right here, kid," the burly lupine said, suddenly with a menacing smile spread right across his fierce features. A big, sharp claw tapped a badge on his belt, and the colour suddenly drained out of Zack's face as he read what was on it - Victor, club security. How had he missed that?

"Looks like you've been behavin' disruptively in this here establishment, me lad. Can't have that, now, can we?" Victor had the young fox by the scruff of his neck now, and there was no escape from that iron grip. "Come on, let's you and me have a little chat, foxy. Looks like someone needs to learn to behave himself."

And with that, he dragged the struggling, protesting boy right back into the bathroom, pulling him into the big, spacious cubicle at the end, where he threw Zack unceremoniously onto the tiled floor, sending him sprawling. Standing over the fox with quiet dignity, the tall wolf closed and locked the door with a sinister finality.

"H-hey..." the teenage vulpine protested, his voice cracking as he struggled to get up, "You can't just treat me like this, man, I haven't done anything... AUGH!"

The youth cried out in shock and agony as Victor planted a huge footpaw squarely in his fat nutsack.

"So, ya think I've got a tiny little baby dick, do ya, foxy? Is that right? Did I interpret your little bitchy remark correctly, eh?" the wolf boomed, standing over the squirming, gasping fox.

"No, I-I... come on man, fuckin' hell..."

"Let's see what you've got to crow about, then..." Grabbing the waistband of Zack's shorts, the hulking lupine ripped them clean off with a single tug, and just like that, the fox's outsize pierced dick and now-bruised testicles were flopping out in the open. The teenager howled indignantly, cupping his paws over his naked crotch protectively.

Victor grinned toothily. "Shy all of a sudden, are we? What's the matter? Thought you loved showin' off them naughty boy bits of yours! Come on, let's get these out of the way..."

So saying, he produced a pair of handcuffs and pulled both Zack's arms behind his back, easily overpowering the still-struggling foxboy. He removed the lad's t-shirt for good measure, leaving him fully naked on the tiled floor. Each time Zack tried to rise, he would be roughly shoved down again. "So," the burly wolf said cheerfully, "Beautiful cock n' balls ya got here, foxy, I'll give ya that one. I bet this hurt a bit, though, eh?" He gently stroked the very end of Zack's penis, feeling the silver ring that peeked out from under his supple foreskin. Taking the protective skin between his claws, the wolf gently pulled it back until the entire big mushroom cockhead was exposed, replete with ring.

"Please..." the young fox groaned, frightened now, "Please, just... don't hurt me... don't hurt my dick.."

"Heh-heh, you say one thing, boy, and your big ol' crotch rocket says another," the lupine taunted, grinning as that long, thick dong began to twitch and stiffen at his touch. "Maybe he's a masochist, eh?"

The foxboy cringed and blushed, desperately trying to fight the involuntary stirrings down below.

"Course the problem with piercings in yer tenders," Victor continued airily, ignoring the lad's whimperings, "is that they can be a bit dangerous. You wouldn't want to get this caught in anything, that could be a bit nasty, I'd imagine..." Stroking the ring with his left paw, he slid a claw through and gave it a little tug, stretching the fat glans out.

"Hey, stop, that hurts, please don't..." Zack wiggled his hips around vigorously, but with his paws cuffed firmly behind his back, the lad's struggles just made the lupine security guard grin wider.

"Hurts, does it? No, no, puppy. That's not pain. This is pain."

Victor yanked the ring suddenly and viciously. There was a sickening ripping noise, and the foxboy cried out in utter shock, agony and disbelief. "Oopsie!" the wolf taunted, holding the bloody ring up in front of the fox's eyes. "See what I mean, pup?"

"AUGH!" Zack howled, staring in horror at his badly-damaged cockhead. The piercing had created a huge tunnel in his flesh where it had been torn clean out, and his piss slit was a total mess, flapping open and bleeding conspicuously. "What have you... what have you done?"

"Oh, I'll do worse than that, my boy, I promise you. We're just getting started. Maybe that wound of yours needs a little air, so let's just get this foreskin out the way, shall we?

"What? NOOAARGH!" the fox howled and yowled, kicking his bare footpaws in the air desperately as Victor slowly, deliberately and sadistically peeled the supple foreskin away like a banana, the skin parting easily from its big black penis under the formidable strength of his huge paws. The process took barely a couple of minutes, but to his young victim it felt like hours, hours of pure torment. As it came away, the big wolf chucked the sad, floppy foreskin unceremoniously on the floor, casually wiping the blood off his fingers. Zack was sobbing now, beside himself with pain - his whole glans was on fire, red-raw and bleeding all the way round where the skin had been roughly ripped away.

"Well, I always suspected that a circumcision was way easier than those clever doctors made it look!" Victor chuckled heartily.

"Oh, jeez, ohh man!" the young fox gasped, writhing in agony, tail thrashing and toes splayed, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Help, someone help..."

"Scream and cry all ya like, whelp, ain't nobody coming," the wolf said darkly, his tone becoming deep and menacing again, "And I ain't convinced you've learned your lesson yet. I'm sure your mummy wouldn't like you going round with all this metal in your big ol' dickie, maybe we should get rid of these too..." lifting up the still-hard, throbbing black cock, he pinched one of the round silver studs between his fingers, wiggling it a little.

"No... no..." Zack was weakly protesting, but Victor had made up his mind. "Eeny meeny miney moe..." he said, ripping out the first stud with his fearsome brute force, eliciting a howl of fresh torment from the thrashing teen, "Catch a foxie by his toe..." out came the second with another sickening riip... "If he squeals, make him a hoe..." the third came out even easier, and now there were three big round bloody holes along the bottom of that long, fat shaft, with just one stud remaining, "Eeny... meeny... miney... mo."

As he tugged the final silver stud out he deliberately twisted it, leaving a flap of mangled skin hanging from the underneath of the boy's tortured dong, just above his still-smooth ballsack.

Zack had convinced himself that this had to be some kind of horrible nightmare, but he just couldn't seem to wake up. His precious penis was a big mass of agony now, pain radiating up and down its length from the dreadful damage the brutal wolf had inflicted... and it was only going to get worse, from the way Victor was fondling the last remaining piercing, the ring in the fat base of that twitching great maleness.

"Ooh, now that's deep," the hulking lupine said with a big smirk as he pulled and tugged on the piercing, watching the skin around the fox's pubic bone stretch and distort. "You didn't think this one through at all, did ya, puppy? If only Mummy and Daddy had taught you better manners..."

The young fox could only stare back through wide, tear-stained eyes, silently pleading, speechless, before Victor began to tug and pull again, to pull with all his might. An agonized shriek rang out anew as the final ring was wrenched traumatically from the base of his poor abused phallus, taking a great chunk of cockflesh and a considerable amount of bloody gore with it. The suffering teen jerked around frantically, trying to will away the horror and the agony as he stared frantically at the huge red crater between his pubis and his thick fleshy penis, now bobbing up and down at a strangely low angle.

The lupine security guard shook his head and tutted, wiping the blood from his paws once again. "Dear, dear me," he said, each word dripping with mocking sarcasm, "Look at the state of you, eh? Never seen such a pretty dickie reduced to such a sorry mess before, and I guess you haven't either. What are we going to do with you, eh?"

The vulpine youth could only squirm and cry. "Please... just let me go... let me go... I've learned my lesson, please, let me get this fixed... oh gods, my dick..."

Victor shook his head, wagging a condescending paw. "Now, now, young feller," he said with mocking joviality, "I know you love your big fatty faptoy, but it's far too late for that. Only one thing good ol' Doctor Vic can prescribe for you now - a radical penectomy!"

Zack had been almost resigned to what was happening to him up to now, but the foxboy's eyes got big as saucers and his ears pricked high at those words. Even at seventeen, he knew what they meant.

"Oh no..." he stuttered in panic, "please, n-no... you can't... I need it... please, sir, I'll... I'll do anything you want..."

"As I say, me lad, it's far too late," the wolf said firmly, tweaking his nose condescendingly. "That ruined cock's gotta come off, sooner rather than later. Now, I'm afraid I ain't got any fancy surgical tools for this, nor anything to dull the pain either, come to think about it, but I do have me trusty old claws here." Holding up his great strong paws, he wiggled his fingers teasingly. The claws on the ends of them looked wickedly sharp.

"Don't... seriously, don't... I'll... I'll pay you...please... just don't..."

As ever, the young fox's pleadings fell on hopelessly deaf ears. Grabbing the bobbing black foxdong with one paw, Victor set to work matter-of-factly on its already-bleeding base with his other. Zack shrieked, groaned, howled, kicked and gnashed his teeth, his bare toes curling up tightly as an agony he had never felt the like of before radiated up from his tortured groin. Victor's strong, sharp claws went through flesh and tendons with shocking ease, digging the fat, meaty maleness out right at its base like a potted plant. Here the fox was, in a living nightmare, his most prized possession being traumatically uprooted before his very eyes, and he was powerless to do anything to prevent it!

With a long series of sickening crunching and snapping noises, the hefty teenage dong became looser and looser. Finally, with just a few strands of skin holding it on, the wolf's big, beefy paws seized the poor suffering fox's giant dong and twisted it savagely, pulling it clean out with a wet rip.

"Oho gods," the young vulpine wailed tearfully, "Oh, please... please, you've made your point, just... please, let me go to the hospital, maybe I can get it reattached... NO, PLEASE!"

Ignoring Zack's beseeching cries, the wolf had stridden in a business-like fashion to the toilet, grinned tauntingly at the desperate fox, wiggling the giant severed piece of penis meat lewdly for a moment, and dropped it in while flushing with a theatrical flourish.

"Noo..." the squirming fox bawled anew, eyes flooding with tears, "You... you've ruined me... my dick, my beautiful dick..."

"Hmm, you ain't gonna be showin' yerself off to your little classmates anymore, foxy, that's puttin' it mildly," Victor said with a smirk as he inspected the sad, strange crater that was now all Zack had above his still-plump, comely orbs in their smooth white sack. "Well, since I'm guessin' yer future isn't gonna involve much fuckin' or fappin', I guess ya don't have much use for these no more..."

Before the foxboy could fully comprehend the wolf's deceptively casual words, he had seized both bells in that fearsome giant paw, and was pulling, pulling with all his might, vicious sharp claws digging in deeply, punching through the distended skin connecting the fat scrotum to the boy's body. Zack had no time to ready himself at all. He let out a high, ear-splitting squeak at the fresh agony in which he found himself, and within a few seconds, when it had finally all got too much, he blacked out at last.

He woke up again a few moments later, to a huge wolfpaw slapping him across the muzzle. "Rise and shine, puppy!" Victor cried with another toothy grin. "Thought ya'd want to say bye-bye to the rest of yer malehood personally." He held out his other paw over the toilet bowl, holding what looked, at first glance, like two big ripe fruit in a silky white bag, and dropped them in with a plop and another very final flush.

Zack was speechless now. He stared aghast at his ruined crotch, the gaping crater where his penis had been and the limp, tattered remains of his destroyed ballbag. He felt like he was going to be sick. Victor, meanwhile, just laughed at his expression.

"Well, what a sight, whelp! Bet ya didn't see yerself becomin' a castrato an' a cockless wonder all in one night, eh? Where's that strappin' young tod who came in here all cocksure as ya like? All I see now is a blushing little vixen!" Once again, a broad, malicious, toothy grin spread across his lupine features. "First thing you're gonna have to get used to, puppy, is pissin' like one!"

And with that, he grabbed the poor, broken young fox, gently removing the cuffs as he was no longer putting up any kind of fight, and lifted him onto the toilet seat. "Time to pee sittin' down like a good demure little vixen girl, foxy!" the wolf chuckled wickedly. "I'll be right here if ya need any help!"

Zack was on the verge of crying again. He tried to hold off the piss, afraid of how it would feel with just an empty hole where his lovely thick dick had been. But after several minutes of Victor standing over him, tapping his big footpaw expectantly, he finally gave int to the pressure and did as he was bid. The warm gush of urine came slowly at first, causing a stab of pain in the lad's nether regions, increasing into a heavy flow cascading messily from his pathetic new peehole. The wolf couldn't help but laugh as the fox blushed and cringed, looking down at his curling feet in shame and humiliation. Victor took a couple of pictures of the sorry spectacle on his phone, before pocketing it with a brisk little pat on Zack's head.

"Welp, me little vixen, it's been fun. Gotta go for a bit now, duty calls an' all that. Don't worry, though, I'll leave the door open, so ya can leave any time yer want. Or sit here an' have a little think about what you've learned today, it's up to you. Maybe I'll be takin' these little shorts of yours off yer paws, too, since they're only for furs who can fill 'em out. - Aw, what's the matter, puppy?" he snickered at the teen fox's beseeching expression, "It's not like you got nothin' to hide!" He gave him a wink, scratching his own bulge pointedly - "Nothin' at all!"