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The door next to the receptionist's desk opened, revealing a tall black rat in blue scrubs and a white lab coat. He consulted his tablet and called, "Devin Parker?"

Devin patted Gin's thigh and smiled--the thickset polar bear could hear the slim maned wolf's tail thumping excitedly against his chair. "Here we go, boy."

The two of them followed the rat from the waiting room and down the hallway to Exam Room 4, where the rodent ushered them inside and shut the door behind them.

"Alright, let's get you up here," the rat, Dr. Marino, prompted--Gin eagerly plopped on the padded exam table, while Devin settled his large frame in one of the chairs next to the medical cabinet, and Marino sat down on the rolling stool. "So, it looks like we're talking about a...castration and penectomy for Gin here?" Marino asked as he scrolled through the information on his tablet.

"That's right, looking to get it done as soon as we can," Devin said; Gin nodded in agreement.

"Do you mind me asking why?" Marino asked, intrigued.

"Well, Gin's been a good boy for a long while, and it's something we've talked a lot about," Devin explained. "He's been in chastity for over a year now, and we've been looking for ways to make things more..."

"Permanent," Gin supplied. "I really love serving Master Devin and doing everything I can to be good for him, and I--we--want to take the next step." Gin's tail swished over the paper lining of the exam table as he spoke and looked at Devin, his heart swelling in his chest. "It's something I've really been wanting to do, to be dependent on my master for any pleasure he thinks is appropriate for me, and we both agree that my male anatomy just gets in the way too much."

"So they need to go," Devin added. "And I hear you're the best for it."

"Hey, no need for the flattery, I'm convinced already," Marino chuckled easily. "Although I was going to say if this is more of a disciplinary measure, there might be other alternatives you could look into before going whole hog on getting everything cut off. But it sounds like this is more positive and that it's something you're both fully on board for?"

Devin playfully rolled his eyes. "Forget being 'on board', it's been all my boy can talk about for months. 'When can I get it cut off? When can I get it cut off?'" the polar bear teasingly mocked. "Does the word 'obsessed' mean anything to you?" He winked at Gin.

"Well, I can't help that I'm excited for it!" Gin was practically wiggling in his seat. "I mean, all the research, thinking about what it's going to be like without all that extra weight, what it's going to be like to fully be a slave to you and not to my dick..."

"It's not often the subs I see about this kind of procedure are as...enthusiastic as you are, a lot of them fight tooth and nail against it," Marino said. "It's usually the dom's idea to get their boys fixed like this."

"Oh, and it was Master Devin's idea, too, he gets all the credit," Gin happily conceded as he looked adoringly at the polar bear. "But it's like as soon as you said it, I knew that it was what I truly wanted...to please you, to make myself better for you."

Devin winked at him. "You know just what to say and do to make me happy, boy. And getting you this close to nullified is going to make me veeerry happy."

Gin's smile grew wider while Devin addressed Marino. "So, how do we get this started?"

The doctor typed a quick note on his tablet before looking up at Devin. "Well, with your permission, I'll do a quick exam on Gin, just to see what I'm working with and make sure he's all clear and ready to go. I'll also need to take a blood sample for testing--standard procedure, just want to make sure he's healthy. We've already got his medical history and I didn't see anything abnormal for a hermaphrodite like him, so I'm sure he'll be alright. And, if you approve, I can start getting him prepped."

Devin started in his seat. "Wait, you mean you're going to operate today?"

"Oh, no, no, there's just some prep work we can get done today and then I'll have you bring him back later for the actual procedure," Marino clarified hastily.

"Aw, booo, I'm ready now," Gin sarcastically pouted.

"Soon, boy, very soon," Devin reassured him with a grin. "Alright, is there any paperwork he needs to sign or anything?"

"Actually, I just need your signature on the consent and waiver forms," Marino said, handing his tablet over to Devin. "Just in case any auditors come knocking, I have everything set up for guardians giving consent for my patients, so I'll need you to sign for Gin; plus, I've found that doms enjoy signing off on their boys' bodies."

"Oh, that we do," Devin snickered as he began signing the digital forms with his finger. Gin's heart thumped even harder in anticipation as he watched his owner sign his consent for Dr. Marino to operate on him; the maned wolf was thrilled by the idea that he had no control over what was about to happen to him, that he was going to lose the thing that made him a man and there was nothing he could do to stop it, that Devin was enabling someone else to alter his body forever, and for the better--Gin could feel his pussy warm and moisten, getting wet simply from the thought of giving up his cock and balls for his master.

After Devin signed the last form, he returned the tablet to Marino, who examined the screen. "Looks like we're good to go," the doctor said cheerily before he replaced the tablet on the counter and stood from the rolling stool. As he pulled a pair of latex gloves from one of the wall dispensers and tugged them on, Marino continued, "Okay, Gin, let's pull those pants down and lie back."

Gin did as he was told; his fingers shook with excitement and anticipation as he fumbled with the button and zipper, but he pulled his jeans down to his ankles and reclined on the exam table. He also lifted his shirt above his waist, allowing the doctor access to his cock and balls, which were currently restrained by the constricting chastity cage he'd been wearing for 16 months. It felt especially tight now, as the thick, dark tip of his cock had emerged and was straining against the unyielding metal.

"Ah, do you have the key to his cage?" Marino asked Devin.

The polar bear pulled out his keychain and unclipped the small black key attached to it, which he handed over to the doctor. Marino unlocked the chastity cage and pulled away the metal bulb, revealing the red flesh inside that hadn't seen the light of day in over a year. Gin sighed contentedly.

"Don't get any funny ideas, boy, we're still getting that thing cut off," Devin told Gin as he watched the canine shaft start to inflate and swell.

"Keeping my hands to myself, Sir!" Gin replied, obediently keeping his hands folded on his chest while Marino inspected his cock.

The doctor tugged on Gin's dick, coaxing it further outward--it stiffened enough to point upward from Gin's groin, but his knot didn't inflate and remained hidden by his sheath. "Looking like we've got good blood flow here, just need to keep that in mind for surgery," Marino mused as the cock continued to grow. He dug his gloved fingers around Gin's sheath and pulled outward, stretching the fur and flesh and eliciting a soft moan from the maned wolf. "Shouldn't be too hard to get to the root in here; we'll get you fully erect during surgery so it'll be an easier cut." He swirled his fingers around Gin's cock, fully exploring the canine's sheath as he tested its elasticity and inspected the sensitive tissue inside. "And I don't see any lesions or abnormalities in here--do you want to keep the sheath?" he asked Devin.

"Yeah, I've always wanted him to have that 'empty' look," Devin answered. "Same for his balls, too; still want to keep the sack, just leave it empty and hanging to play with. You know, as a reminder of what he used to have."

"I can make that happen, for sure," Marino said as he moved down to Gin's elongated, bull-like testicles and rolled them in his fingers. He squeezed and palpated the organs, making the maned wolf squirm, but Marino paid no mind to Gin's reactions. "No lumps, everything as it should be...for now, at least. I'll make a couple incisions here and here"--Marino traced a short line on top of each testicle with his fingers--"and pop those boys out, then stitch you up again."

"Are you going to leave the cords in, or how much of those are getting cut off?" Gin inquired.

"I'll go up pretty far, to about here," Marino replied, placing his fingers at the neck of Gin's scrotum. "Don't want any chance of leftover tissue regenerating, otherwise you might have to go through another castration."

"Hey, I wouldn't be opposed to that," Gin chuckled.

Marino smiled. "Ah, there are times when I wish so many of my other patients were as cooperative as you."

After examining Gin's penis and testicles and declaring them fit for removal, the rat pulled out the supplies he needed to draw blood and brought them over to the exam table.

"Sit up and hold your arm out for me," Marino instructed.

Gin complied and watched as Marino first tied a latex tourniquet around his arm, just above his elbow joint, then searched for a vein. When the doctor found his target, he picked up the blood draw syringe and tube that connected it to a small vial, then pressed the hypodermic needle against Gin's arm.

"Deep breath," said Marino.

As Gin inhaled, Marino slid the needle into the vein, then untied the tourniquet, restoring circulation; Gin breathed out slowly as he watched his blood flow down the clear tube and into the collection vial. As big as Gin was, and even after all the physical pain Devin had put him through during their time together, the needle stuck in his arm felt so uncomfortable. A soft whine rose in his throat, and he looked over to Devin for reassurance.

"You're doing great, boy," Devin said encouragingly. "Just let the doctor do what he needs to."

Gin nodded and clenched his hand, trying to ignore the pressure of the needle poking into him.

"And...there we go," Marino said after another minute when the vial had filled. "Good job, Gin." He withdrew the needle and applied a bandage before placing the vial and rest of the supplies on the medical cabinet countertop. Marino then opened another drawer and pulled out two sterile packages and a tube of lube. "Just a couple more things we need to do--everything looks good on the outside, but I need to do a quick internal exam."

As he spoke, Marino ripped open the first sterile package, exposing a metal rod that was six millimeters in diameter. "Has he been sounded before?" the rat asked Devin as he pulled the sounding rod out of the package and began lubing it up.

"A few times; it's not his favorite, but I don't mind," Devin replied casually.

Gin grimaced as he reclined on the exam table again, not looking forward to what was about to happen; he felt the doctor grasp his cock firmly in his gloved hand, the latex cool against his warm skin. The tip of the sounding rod was cold as it pressed against his urethral opening, but Gin took some solace in the fact that the rod was at least a few millimeters thinner than what Devin had used on him before.

"In we go," Marino said as he pushed the rod downward.

"Mmmf!" Gin grunted softly as he felt the steel rod penetrate his cock and slide down his urethra, spreading his most intimate of spaces--not that it would be his for much longer. His cock twitched in Marino's hand at that thought, and he realized with a jolt that it would be Marino's same hand removing his dick, that he was feeling the fingers that would be reaching into his scrotum to cut off his balls.

"Heh, you said it's not his favorite, but I think he's enjoying this," Marino joked as he felt Gin's dick throb in his hand and he twisted the lubed sounding rod between his fingers.

"Oh, I was...nevermind," Gin muttered. He clenched his fingers again, trying to block out the sensation of the cold metal rubbing against his insides.

"No, tell the doctor what you were thinking about, boy," Devin commanded.

"I was just getting a little...excited about Dr. Marino taking my penis and testicles," Gin admitted with a huff.

The rat laughed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Gin; that's really the mark of a good boy, that you're so excited for it." He winked at Devin, who smiled approvingly. "I just need to check for any other obstructions inside you here," Marino continued.

He angled the sounding rod against the inner walls of Gin's urethra and pushed deeper before drawing out, then sliding back in, as if scraping against every last centimeter inside Gin's dick all the way down into his sheath. Gin forced himself to breathe through the discomfort, and he squeezed his eyes shut at a particularly forceful thrust. "Oof!"

After another minute of sounding the maned wolf, Marino conceded, "But I'm not feeling anything unusual, so I think we're good to go with your prep work." He pulled out the rod, leaving Gin's urethra slightly agape and sticky with lube; after placing the rod in one of the sanitary bins on the counter, Marino opened the second sterile package, revealing a coiled, blue tube with a branching valve and a cap on one end. He squirted another healthy dollop of lube into his gloved palm and began lubing up the uncapped, single end of the tube as he addressed Devin. "I'm going to put a catheter in him, just to save on prep time for the day of surgery and keep things as sterile as possible between now and then."

"Sounds good," said Devin. "Will he be able to cum with that thing in?"

"Oh yeah, it'll probably feel a little weird for him, but you can still milk him as much--or as little--as you want," Marino explained as he pressed the soft silicone tip of the catheter against Gin's urethra. "Ready, Gin?"

"Well--" he started uneasily.

"In we go," the doctor cut him off, slipping the open end of the catheter past his urethral lips.

Gin grunted again--the tube was moderately thicker than the six millimeters of the sounding rod, and the end of the catheter felt rougher against his insides than the smooth, rounded tip of the steel the doctor had used before. He bit his lip and shifted his hips, uncomfortably aware of how stuffed his cock was as the catheter slithered in deeper and deeper with each push from Marino.

"You know, I think I have an idea that might help," the doctor said, acknowledging Gin's discomfort. With his free hand, Marino reached under Gin's balls and taint to where he felt the separation of Gin's flushed and warm labia. Gin cooed softly at the gentle, exploratory touch of the doctor's gloved fingers undulating back and forth over his lips, momentarily distracting him from the catheter that still slipped down his urethra; the end of the tube was deep inside Gin now, although Marino could feel a subtle block that he recognized. To help Gin relax, Marino stroked over the canine's labia before worming a finger just inside to wriggle against the moist flesh. "How's that feel, Gin?"

"Mmmf...pretty good," Gin admitted.

"And how about...this?" Marino pushed on the catheter, forcing it into Gin's dense prostate.

"Aieep!" Gin couldn't stop himself from yelping at the sudden intrusion and stimulation as his muscles contracted around the tube before relaxing. "Oof, that's weird."

Marino chuckled and wriggled his finger inside Gin's pussy again. "You'll get used to it, I promise. And it's all...downhill from here," he finished as he slid the remainder of the catheter inside Gin's cock; the maned wolf grimaced as he felt the end of the tube penetrate his bladder. Marino, meanwhile, removed his fingers from Gin's vagina and attached a small syringe filled with water to the branching valve of the catheter; he depressed the plunger, filling the balloon at the end of the catheter to keep the tube locked inside Gin's bladder. When he was done, just the end of the blue catheter tube with the branching valve and capped end stuck out of the end of Gin's urethra. As Marino cleaned up and put his used supplies in the appropriate sanitary bins, he addressed Devin again, "He can urinate normally, he doesn't need to connect the catheter to a bag or anything, and it should still work with his chastity cage. Now, if you like, I can also apply some elastrator bands to get the rest of the process started."

Devin pursed his lips, thinking. "Does he need them today?"

Marino shrugged. "Not necessarily; the day of surgery, I can clamp everything like usual to cut off the circulation, the elastrator bands just help reduce the mess a little bit, and there are some doms who just like them on their boys."

Devin nodded. "I see. Hmm...I think we'll skip those, I'd like to keep Gin at least relatively intact for what time he has left."

"Fair enough," Marino said evenly. "In that case, I'll let you put this back on..."

The doctor handed Devin the key and metal bulb for Gin's chastity cage, which the polar bear mercilessly pushed back down on Gin's flagging cock until he could reattach and lock it in place. Meanwhile, Marino tossed his gloves in another bin and took up his tablet once more. "And let's talk about scheduling," the rat continued, consulting his calendar. He swiped through the days until he came to an empty block of time. "It looks like the earliest I have is the afternoon of the 18th--that's a week from today. I've got a glans removal that morning, and then nothing until a subincision later that evening, so there's a nice window we can use to get Gin fixed up. How does that sound?"

"I don't know, boy, can you last a week?" Devin teasingly asked the maned wolf, who by now was pulling his pants back up.

"Well, I guess I'll have to, won't I?" Gin said with a smile.

"You'd better," Devin growled.

"Yessir!"

Grinning as he listened to the two of them, Marino set up the surgical appointment on his calendar. "Alright, I've got you for one in the afternoon. Make sure you don't eat or drink anything for 24 hours before you come in--water is fine, but nothing more than that. And if you experience any pain or swelling with the catheter, you can use over-the-counter painkillers. But anything worse, or any other issues, don't hesitate to call."

After providing his orders and answering the last few questions Devin had (Gin was too excited to think of any other questions himself), Marino walked the polar bear and maned wolf to the exit, where Gin hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much, I really can't wait!" he told the doctor.

"It's my pleasure," the rat said as he patted Gin's back. "Now go and enjoy the last week you have intact."

"Oh, we will," Devin said deviously as he took Gin by the hand.

Marino watched as Gin planted a kiss on the polar bear's cheek while they walked exited the clinic, then shook his head to himself before checking his tablet for his next appointment, which he saw was a consultation for a circumcision.

---

"So, how was that for surprises?" Devin asked after a long, languid lick of his chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cone.

"Are you kidding? Best surprise ever!" Gin exclaimed as he leaned into Devin and his tail wagged furiously. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Aw, I'm glad you're excited, boy," Devin crooned--he wrapped his free arm around Gin's shoulders, pulling him in closer.

They were sitting at a table outside their favorite ice cream shop, enjoying the sunshine and light breeze that ruffled their fur as they snacked on their frozen treats. Gin still felt some mild discomfort from the catheter stuffed in his aching and straining cock, but he distracted himself with a spoonful of his vanilla custard with Oreo and banana pieces mixed in. "I just...I think I'm still a little shocked, you know?" he said after swallowing his mouthful. "I've been wanting this for so long, and we've been talking about it so much, but I think part of me thought there's no way it would actually happen."

"If it's the right thing for my boy, then you bet we're going to do everything we can to make it real," Devin said paternally.

"And you got me so good!" Gin's heart raced as he remembered the conversation in the car as they'd pulled up to the clinic. "I had no idea we were doing this until you told me right before we went in the waiting room. And now it's really going to happen..."

"And you're going to be my little smooth boy," Devin growled, reaching his paw down into Gin's lap; he surreptitiously squeezed the hard lump in Gin's crotch, eliciting a soft whine as he played with the chastity cage. "Soon you won't need that cage anymore, you're just gonna be my cuntboy, aren't you?"

Gin nuzzled further against Devin, delighting in the big, strong polar bear taking advantage of him. "That's all I should be for you, Sir."

"Damn straight. You don't need your dick or balls to be my boy. Just a hole to fill--that's all you're gonna be." Devin squeezed the chastity cage again before licking up another mouthful of ice cream.

"That's all I've ever wanted to be," Gin purred. "It's the way I should've been born, but we're going to fix that." He ate another spoonful of his custard before he asked, "So...how'd you find Marino?"

"I first heard about him from some friends of friends," Devin replied. "Eric's pal--Jason, I think--has a boy that he got castrated, and he passed along Marino's info. Then I just did some more research. He's a legit urological surgeon over at Redmond United, but his clinic is his side gig; so I figured he knows what he's doing and just likes to help doms with their boys under the table."

"So you know what he can do?" Gin asked, intrigued. "Apart from nullifications and all that, I mean."

"Oh yeah, he's up for castrations, penectomies, glansectomies, subincisions, circumcisions, piercings, bifurcations, vasectomies, implants--if it can be done to a dick, he can do it," Devin said. "Except maybe tattoos, I don't think he's trained for those."

"Well, it's not like I'm going to need a dick tattoo anytime soon," Gin quipped.

Devin laughed. "Not unless you really, really want one!"

Gin shook his head contentedly. "Nah. If you want me relatively intact for the rest of the week, then I'll pass on the ink. At least for now. Although if you decide I should get something inside my sheath later, I'm up for that!"

"Good boy." Devin gripped Gin's chastity cage through his pants again. "We've got seven days to say bye-bye to all this. Want to get started?"

---

Early morning the next day saw Gin sprawled out in the Alaska King bed he shared with Devin; the maned wolf was on his back, dozing peacefully--or at least he would've been dozing if he didn't feel warm breath washing over his caged crotch under the covers.

"Mmmf...I think I'm supposed to be the one under the sheets, not you," Gin grunted as he stretched; he couldn't stretch too far, though, as Devin's weight on his legs and waist pinned him down.

"Oh, you'll be under here soon enough, boy," said the giant lump under the comforter and duvet cover. The lump shifted as Devin lowered his head to just hover over Gin's pelvis. "I just want to make sure to say good morning to our friend before he's got to go."

Before Gin could speak, Devin exhaled another puff of warm air over the canine cock in its chastity cage, and he softly rolled Gin's balls between his fingers.

"Ooooh," Gin moaned--he tried raising his hips for more, but Devin held him down fast against the mattress.

"Good morning, little guy," Devin crooned.

Gin shuddered as he felt warm, smooth, wet lips kissing over his thighs, the crevices of his pelvic joints, his balls, and finally onto his caged and straining dick. Each kiss was accompanied by a breath of hot air, setting his nerves alight. Devin planted more loving kisses on the wolf's crotch, nudging Gin's testicles with his broad nose and gently licking over the metal of his chastity cage.

"And good morning to you," Devin continued before he used his tongue to wiggle the catheter in Gin's urethra back and forth.

The wolf couldn't help but grimace at the sensation of the silicone tube jiggling back and forth in his cock, but he knew he should be savoring the feeling at the same time--the week would slip by before he knew it, and he'd never feel anything with his cock again.

"Ooh, thinking of something nice?" Devin asked as he felt Gin's dick flex hard against the cage.

"Hmmm, maybe," Gin replied lazily; he sat up and pulled the covers over him, so both he and Devin were under the blanket tent together. Gin bent at the waist, stretching himself downward to meet Devin for a kiss on the lips--the polar bear stretched upward to meet the wolf, his large, white muzzle overpowering the smaller gray snout. After a tender smooch, Gin added, "Just excited about next week."

---

The next significant reminder about Gin's procedure came two days later after dinner, when Devin announced he had something special for his sub.

"Oooh, another surprise for me?" Gin asked, raising an eyebrow as Devin picked up his plate and affectionately kissed the top of his head.

"Just a little one for tonight, but I think you'll like it," Devin said playfully as he carried the dirty dishes over to the sink. "Now close your eyes for me, boy."

Gin did as he was told, sitting still in his chair with his eyes shut. He listened to Devin move around the kitchen; he could tell that Devin had put clean plates on the table, then he opened the pantry to pull something out. Gin listened to the polar bear close the pantry again and set an object on the table in front of him before standing next to the seated maned wolf.

"Alright, open."

When Gin opened his eyes, he saw a small, homemade cake sitting before him: Devin had covered it with blue frosting and used a combination of fondant and icing to sculpt a highly familiar set of cock and balls on top of it. Gin's heart fluttered as he realized the light gray fur covering the plump testicles, the red rocket with its darkened tip, and the inflated knot bulging out of the fondant sheath were all his.

"Aaww, this is amazing, thank you so much!" Gin squealed as he looked up at Devin, who gazed proudly back down at him.

"Just a little tribute to what we're saying good-bye to," Devin said with a wink. "And a little thank you for doing this for me."

"Aw, that's so sweet, I love it!" Gin hugged Devin around the waist as he looked at the cake again. "And you got my knot and everything, too! That's really cute."

Devin patted him on the back. "Well, only one thing to do now," he said as he handed a knife to Gin. "Want to make the first cut?"

Gin took the knife and held it poised over the dick and balls. "Oooh, I'm not even sure where I should start."

"Well, if you're after something a little sweet and crunchy, maybe we should start here," Devin said as he wrapped his hand around Gin's paw and guided him to bring the knife down on the tip of the penis.

They both pushed downward, slicing through the fondant, icing, and filling to bisect the dick all the way to the base. Devin helped Gin finish splitting the dick in two with a clean cut on top of the sheath, and Gin saw that his penis replica had been sculpted out of marshmallow and rice cereal treats. Devin picked up one of the two slices and held it in front of Gin's mouth.

"Bon appétit," he quipped as Gin giggled and opened his mouth; Devin placed the confection on his tongue, and Gin bit into the sweet and crunchy treat, still snickering as he ate a portion of his own cock.

"Is this your way of telling me you're gonna eat my dick after it's cut off?" Gin asked sarcastically with his mouth full.

"I haven't ruled it out," Devin chuckled before he popped the other half of the fondant cock in his own mouth.

---

The days seemed to fly by with Devin showering Gin with little surprises--sloppily rimming him awake and tenderly eating out his pussy before bed, a couple sessions of sucking his balls, a prolonged back and paw rub, a batch of dick-shaped cookies, more kisses on his chastity cage, and more--all of it as gestures of thanks, love, and farewell. And before Gin knew it, it was his last night of being fully intact.

He was alone in the master bedroom, sitting on the edge of the mattress, and examining his crotch. Gin ran his fingers along the edge of the chastity cage, rubbing the smooth metal; he prodded at the solid mass in his sheath, imagining how empty it would feel in less than 24 hours; he cupped his balls, coming to terms with the hard fact that this would be the last night his sack would be this heavy and full. He wasn't worried or anxious, he knew he'd get used to his new situation--Gin hadn't stroked himself or intentionally fired a load in over a year (he remembered the first three months had been the worst with how full and tender his balls had gotten and the near-constant prodding of his cock against the cage; the wet dreams had made things even more difficult, with the teases of pleasure when he wasn't even awake to enjoy them), it was just a matter of keeping that up and truly depending on Devin as his master for pleasure.

Instead of anxiety, fear, or dread, Gin felt a rush of excitement mixed with a small swell of loss. Tomorrow, his body would be remade in the way that it should have been from the start, the way he naturally should have been, as nothing more than a walking, talking set of holes for his master to use, whether that was his ass, his pussy, or his soon-to-be empty sheath. But with that excitement, Gin reminded himself that he would never again stroke himself or fuck any kind of hole, not even a fleshlight. He'd never shoot a potent load again, just a few dribbling squirts of prostatic fluid that would soak into his sheath, not even firing away from his body. He'd never feel the tug of a firm grip on his balls again or the raking of teeth on his sensitive member--even though he would be entering a whole new world of pleasures as a cuntboy, there would be so many other sensations he'd never again experience.

Gin jiggled his caged cock and balls in his palms, as if rocking them in a small cradle, and he shook his head to himself. "Oh man..." he sighed.

Knock-knock.

Gin looked up to see Devin standing in the doorway, watching him.

"You alright, boy?" the polar bear asked, concerned.

"Yes, Sir, just taking some time to say good-bye," Gin murmured with a wan smile.

Devin nodded, then padded over to the bed and sat next to the maned wolf. He took Gin's hand in his and kissed it before affectionately patting his sub's thigh. "You're a really good boy, you know that?"

"Aw, I try, Sir."

"Having any second thoughts?"

Gin shook his head emphatically. "None at all. But it's probably going to be difficult at first, just not...being like this anymore. Remember when you caged me up?"

Devin grinned. "How could I forget how needy you were?"

Gin leaned into the polar bear's side. "And I got used to it eventually. It was something I really wanted, I just needed some time to adjust to that. And getting nullified is something I really want, too."

"And you'll need some time to adjust to that, too, right?"

"Exactly. I'm really, really excited to be something new and better for you--and for me, too!" Gin clarified. "I think it's just saying good-bye to all this that's going to be the hardest part," he sighed as he gestured at his crotch.

Devin lightly drummed his fingers on Gin's thigh for a moment. "Well, I might have something to help make our final farewell easier."

Quizzical, Gin allowed Devin to help him up from the bed and guide him from their room to the basement, where they'd constructed their own makeshift dungeon.

"And what do you have in mind, Sir?" Gin asked while Devin led him past the fuck bench and the toy cabinet.

"For tonight," Devin began, taking Gin to the overstuffed leather recliner that sat in the corner of the room, "you're going to sit in Daddy's chair."

Gin raised his eyebrows and his heart skipped a beat. "B-but...that's your chair, Sir. Nobody else sits there."

"And I want you to sit in it," Devin insisted. When Gin didn't move, he said, "Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, boy. Now are you gonna stand there or do what you're told?"

Hardly believing what he was hearing, Gin obeyed and gingerly settled himself into the worn leather seat--he'd serviced and entertained Devin too many times to count in that chair, done so many depraved and perverted deeds for Devin in that chair, it was like a throne of pure lust for his master. To get the chance to sit where his owner sat, to rest on top of all the polar bear cum stains that had never been cleaned from the leather--it was as if Devin was giving him just a taste of his power, and it truly was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Gin.

And it only got better as Devin sank to his knees between Gin's legs and stroked the maned wolf's thighs, lasciviously grinning up at him.

"Feeling good, boy?"

"Oh, yes, Sir!"

"That's a good pup, just relax, Daddy's got you," the bear mused as he leaned forward.

Gin watched as Devin sank his face into his crotch and huffed the canine balls before working his lips and teeth to latch onto his scrotum. Gin sat back further in the chair and sighed contentedly as Devin gently nibbled on the thin skin of his sack, working from left to right, top to bottom, and all over again. The comfy seat, the sharp teeth, the warm breath, the heavy polar bear arms resting on his thighs, the soft, predatory growls and rumbles--Gin felt like he was living in a dream, it was all so euphoric. He squirmed in delight as Devin sucked on his plump nuts, pulling both tight balls into his warm mouth with ease while his caged cock rested on the polar bear's nose.

"Oh!" Gin gasped as he felt Devin's teeth bearing down on his testicles, chewing them ever so lightly. He panted as the sharp teeth threatened to crunch into his nuts on each bite, and his dick pushed hard enough against the unforgiving chastity cage to make his member ache, which made it want to swell even more. All the while, Gin reveled in the power dynamic that even though he was sitting in his owner's throne, Devin was the one who had complete control over him; he could feel his pussy flush and moisten again.

After a few minutes of suckling and nibbling on Gin's balls, Devin released them both with a wet pop. "Ah, nice and tasty," he mused, tracing a sharp claw over the testicles. "Feeling ready to have these boys snipped off tomorrow?"

"Oh, yes, Sir!" Gin moaned.

"I thought so," Devin said, tapping both balls with his claws. "But in the meantime," he continued as he stood and walked over to the toy cabinet, "let's see if we can coax a good last load out of them."

Gin watched with interest as Devin pulled out the e-stim kit and brought it back over. The wolf obligingly spread his legs to give Devin more room to work; within moments, the polar bear hooked up electrode patches to Gin's testicles, labia, and pelvis, then clipped two more electrical inputs directly onto the metal chastity cage.

"Now, why don't you be a good boy and cum for me," Devin said, twisting the knob on the the e-stim control set--Gin jolted in his seat as he felt the electrical current pulse and pound through his genitals, stoking the fire in his loins and pushing him to the edge. "One...last...time."

Every nerve in Gin's groin lit up, firing signals of pleasure and pain in response to the electrical currents that zapped and zinged in his testicles, pussy, and cock. Gin huffed and whined as his dick strained to get free of its metal confines, to erupt from his sheath in a desperate bid for freedom; Devin smiled and turned the current up another notch, making Gin feel like he was getting pleasurably stung by a thousand little needles all at once.

"Oh fuuuuuhuuuuck," he moaned, arching his back against the leather padding that supported him.

"That's right, boy, just let it out for me," Devin encouraged, turning up the current again.

Gin panted and squirmed, clenching his fingers into the armrests and curling his toes, and his hips began to automatically buck up and down.

"Get rid of that last load," Devin rumbled, twisting the knob upward--Gin was practically humping the air now, his ass rubbing back and forth against the leather chair. He could swear his pussy was leaking all over his seat, but he didn't care. He just had to do what Devin said, get that last load out of him while he still had the cock and balls to do it.

"Just clean everything out for the doctor tomorrow. I'm sure he'll appreciate having some lighter nuts to pop out of you."

Those were the words that sent Gin over the edge; maybe he'd just been pent up for so long or he was so excited, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Awrooooo!" Gin howled. His cock spasmed against the cage, the muscles contracting wildly, and Devin watched his cum trickle out in a river from around the catheter and over the metal cage. The translucent white fluid dripped down his balls and onto the leather chair, mixing with the stains Devin had left behind.

"Atta boy, enjoy what that cock can do one more time," Devin growled. "Feel those muscles shooting all that cum. This is the last time you'll ever feel anything like it."

"Oh god...ooooh so gooooood," Gin panted.

"Remember what it feels like to have your balls pull up like that, they're never gonna do that again."

"Mmrruff...oh fuck," Gin moaned as he rode his orgasm and jumped in his seat with each jolting tingle. The electricity was so intense, so relentless on his sensitive flesh, so deliciously and torturously overwhelming...

"Good pup. But we're not through yet. We need to give those nuts and cock a proper good-bye," Devin chuckled sadistically. He turned up the e-stim another notch, prompting another uncontrollable howl of overstimulated pleasure.

---

"Hey, Gin, good to see you! How are you feeling?"

Dr. Marino had just met Gin and Devin in the operating room; all the supplies were ready in their sterile packages, the bright lights beamed down from above, the surgical table was prepped for its patient, and Devin had wheeled Gin into the OR after one of Marino's assistants had done the prep work for the maned wolf in an exam room. The tall, black rat was dressed in his blue scrubs again and already had his mask, gloves, and surgical cap on. Devin had been given a set of red scrubs, which he had already changed into, while Gin was completely nude, having shed his clothes back in the exam room.

"Oh, pretty good! This cocktail is awesome," Gin contentedly replied from his wheelchair as he showed off the IV line that was hooked into his arm. The horse assistant in the exam room had explained that the IV--connected to the full medical bags that hung on the rack attached to Gin's wheelchair--would supply a mix of saline, antibiotics, and a light sedative to help with any jitters or nerves, and even though Gin still felt a little uncomfortable cold pressure where the IV was inserted, he could ignore it. "How about you?"

"Feeling A-okay, and excited to help you and your owner out today," Marino said breezily as he winked at Devin. "Do you have any questions before we get started?"

Gin shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. "Just when can we get started?"

Marino laughed. "I'm glad you asked! Right now. Devin, can you help him up on the table?"

Devin offered Gin a hand, which the maned wolf happily accepted and used to leverage himself out of the wheelchair--the sedative had knocked him just slightly off balance, and he wobbled on his feet as the polar bear guided him over to the sanitized operating table. "You okay, boy?"

"Just dandy, Daddy," Gin chuckled tipsily; he watched Marino push the rolling rack with his medical bags so it stood next to the table, keeping his IV line slack. Gin sank on the table and sighed, then looked down at his still caged cock and balls, surveying them one last time under the blazing surgical lights. "Alright, let's do this!"

With a smile plastered on his face, Gin swung himself backward to lie flat on his back on the padded table, and Devin stood next to him with a comforting hand resting on his arm.

"You're doing great, boy," Devin crooned. "Don't you worry about a thing, the doctor's going to fix you right up."

Marino, meanwhile, clamped a pulse oximeter on one of Gin's fingers and switched on one of the medical monitors to show his heart rate and oxygen saturation. He then moved around to the station of equipment just next to where Gin's head rested.

"Okay, Gin, I'm going to hook in the anaesthesia now," Marino said as he connected the bag of anaesthetic to Gin's IV line and started the drip. He turned on another monitor and placed a couple electrodes on Gin's chest; the monitor displayed the anaesthetic data and Gin's breath rate, and Marino continued, "You'll start feeling a little numb, but we're right here, okay? Nothing to worry about, and then it's off to sleep."

"And you'll be here when I wake up?" Gin asked Devin.

"Always here for you, boy, you know that," Devin told him sweetly, stroking his arm as he looked down at him.

"You're too good to me, Sir," Gin said, reaching over to pat Devin's hand.

"It's easy to be good to you when you're such a good boy," Devin replied with a smile. "You're going to get your reward real soon, you know? You're gonna wake up without a cock and without your balls, how great is that going to be?"

"Mmmf, s'gonna be the best!" Gin's eyes began to go out of focus. "Oooh, something feels niiiiice."

"Yeah, that's our friend the anesthesia," Marino chortled. "Starting to feel that numbness?"

"Uh-huh. S'like I can't feel anything, but in a good way, you know?" Gin said; he seemed to slump on the operating table, fully relaxing against the neoprene padding.

"Well, you just keep feeling good, Gin, you're doing a great thing," the rat chimed. "Think about how happy Devin's gonna be, right? And how happy you're gonna be, too."

"I'm a hap-hap...happy boy," Gin slurred softly.

"And it's going to be for your own good, you know that, right?" Marino added.

"Mmmhmm." Gin nodded lazily as his eyelids began to flutter shut. He took a breath and, with some effort, slurred, "Hey, doc...gotta joke for yoooou."

"Oh really? Let's hear it," Marino chuckled, keeping an eye on Gin's steadily decreasing heart and breath rates.

"Wha's the...bess kinda patient?"

"I don't know, what is the best kind of patient?" Marino looked up at Devin, who rolled his eyes.

"One who'sss...knocked...out." Gin's head rolled to the side and his eyes closed fully.

Marino waited for a moment, then looked at the monitors connected to Gin. "Well, he could have a career in comedy if he really wanted it. But he's out for now," he said satisfactorily. "So, we've got some work to do, don't we?"

"Let's get to it!" Devin grinned.

After Marino and Devin both donned their surgical gowns and Devin put on his own set of gloves, a mask, and cap, Marino instructed Devin to stand by his side to observe while he worked. The rat first removed the chastity cage completely, setting the metal bulb and locking ring on one of the surgical tables stationed nearby. After that, he placed a sanitary towel with a hole cut into it on Gin's groin and navel, positioning the fabric barrier so the wolf's genitals poked through the hole while the rest of his fur was covered. Marino then dug into Gin's sheath with three weighted retractors, pulling the fur and flesh taut to better expose the canine's penis. Had Gin been awake, he would've already been in extreme pain with how far the cold metal tools were stretching his sheath.

"We're going to start with a localized vasodilator, just to get the blood really flowing and pump him up," Marino explained to Devin as he took up a full syringe and injected it into a vein in Gin's cock. He massaged Gin's crotch, promoting circulation as he added, "Personally, I find it's easier to remove a penis when it's all out there. Plus, with a canine penis like his, we want to make sure we get all the way under his baculum, so that means we need as much of the root exposed as possible."

Within moments, Gin's erection stiffened and grew to full mast; without the confines of the sheath, Marino and Devin could watch Gin's knot completely inflate, blowing up like a bright red balloon.

"There we go," Marino snickered. "And I'll just clamp here." The rat placed two surgical clamps at the very root of Gin's cock, suppressing the blood flow any further. "And now we get to the first fun part."

The surgeon picked up one of the scalpels from the table next to him and began to deftly slice into the exposed flesh between the two clamps, encircling the root of Gin's cock with the sharp blade and cutting through the sinew and muscle tissue. As he continued his circular slice through the turgid flesh, Devin looked closer to see Marino expose the blue tube of the catheter still lodged in Gin's cock. Eventually, only a centimeter of skin and the catheter held Gin's now drooping cock in place. Marino held up the erection and offered the scalpel to Devin.

"Would you like to do the honors of the last cut?"

"Would I!" Devin chuckled as he took the scalpel and moved into position.

"Just a light slice, don't want to cut into the catheter," Marino instructed as Devin placed the scalpel against the last centimeter of connective tissue and drew the blade across it, splitting the last shred of skin and fully severing Gin's cock. "Just like that, that's beautiful," Marino said. "You can put the scalpel in the bin there..."

Devin did as he was told and watched Marino pull the clamped--and now disembodied--penis out of Gin's sheath and off the length of blue catheter still inside it; the tubing slid smoothly out of Gin's cock as the doctor tugged it away from its former owner, and Marino deposited the amputated member in a large, iced, metal specimen bowl, where it landed with a satisfying plop.

"That's it?" Devin asked as he looked down at the 10-inch slab of girthy, red meat that had once been attached so intimately to his sub. He reached down to touch it with a gloved hand, surprised to find that it was still warm in the cold metal bowl. As he gently squeezed it, fully realizing that Gin would never feel such a sensation ever again, he reflected on how the cock in the bowl had been locked up for over a year; it had been prevented from growing naturally too many times to count and been out of sight for so long that Devin had almost forgotten what it looked like when fully erect like this. And Gin didn't even get to see his final erection--the last time he'd seen any hint of his own boner was in the exam room last week when the doctor had evaluated him for surgery. For the past week, he'd remained locked up, even after Devin had tortured him into cumming in his cage three more times after using the e-stim on him. He'd been a quivering wreck in Devin's chair, and still he didn't get to see the cock that had pulsed and throbbed so hard against his chastity cage. And now it was gone, removed from him like it was nothing more than a useless appendage.

"Just need to close up," Marino said casually as he dabbed a few small spots of blood before he took up a suturing set. The doctor delicately stitched around the circular cut he'd made, knitting the wound closed before he removed the clamp, then disinfected the inside of Gin's sheath with alcohol and distilled water before swabbing up the fluid. "Now, how does that look?"

Devin peered over Marino's shoulder to see Gin's sheath stretched wide, with the pale flesh inside devoid of any evidence of a penis, save for the puffy and swollen site of his urethra, which still had the catheter in it. "Nice and fuckable," Devin rumbled appreciatively. "Except for the catheter and stitches, I mean."

"Glad you approve! We'll leave both of those in for another week while he heals up, then I'll take them out at his post-op evaluation," Marino explained. "In the meantime..."

Marino removed the retractors from Gin's sheath, letting the tube of flesh and fur close naturally around the catheter that still stuck out of the opening like some poor facsimile of a penis; Devin couldn't help but playfully flick it with his fingers, jiggling the empty sheath as the catheter bobbed back and forth. Next, Marino lifted Gin's testicles to better position them, although when he took a closer look at the underside of Gin's scrotum, he began to chuckle. "Well, would you look at that."

"Hm?"

"Your boy's leaking on my operating table," Marino said as he lifted the surgical towel and directed Devin's attention to Gin's labia--a few drops of clear, sticky fluid had trickled from his pussy and were oozing out onto the neoprene-clad padding.

"Ah, looks like he might be having a little wet dream," Devin snorted.

"I don't get to see that very often in here," Marino admitted--he raised Gin's balls higher for better access before he looked at Devin again. "May I?"

"Be my guest, he won't know," Devin shrugged.

Marino reached forward and under Gin's balls, where he stroked the lips of the wolf's pussy, wriggling his fingers up and down the warm labia. His fingers traced upward to the clitoral hood, where his dextrous digits spread the sensitive flesh and began to circle around Gin's engorged clit, tickling it and pressing it before he moved back down to finger his pussy for another moment, sinking them up to his knuckles in the unconscious wolf. After a minute of simply wagging his fingers back and forth inside Gin and stimulating him to leak a little more, Marino withdrew and patted the labia contentedly. "Hopefully that helped him enjoy whatever dream he's having," the doctor smirked under his mask as he laid the surgical towel back down over Gin's groin.

"I'm sure he had a good time," Devin said.

Returning to business, Marino readjusted his grip on Gin's scrotum, gripping it tightly enough to make the wolf's plump, heavy nuts bulge out between his fingers. When he was satisfied with their positioning against the back of Gin's scrotum, Marino took up a clean scalpel and made two incisions, one on top of each testicle. Devin watched as the thin layer of flesh easily split open under the knife with each cut, revealing the pale pink, meaty organs inside.

"Let's get number 1 out first," Marino grunted, squeezing the left testicle--he amped up the pressure on top of the nut, harder, harder...

Pop.

"There's our boy!" The large testicle sprang free of its confines and hung limply by its connective cord an inch outside of Gin's scrotum. "And number 2..."

Marino squeezed on Gin's right ball this time, harder and harder until it, too, popped through the incision he'd made and hung against his gloved hand.

Devin felt his own loins stir and his mouth water as he looked at the naked organs, both hanging from Gin's furred sack and both so tantalizingly weighty, like two delectably large oysters ready to be slurped up. "I didn't realize how..."

"Tasty they'd look?" Marino winked at him. "I do hear that a lot in this room whenever I'm doing a castration. There are a lot of doms who actually want to share these as a meal with their subs."

"Do you actually let them?" Devin asked, intrigued.

"Oh sure, it's no big deal, really," Marino mused as he surveyed the testicles hanging out of Gin's scrotum. He laid Gin's balls and sack back down before he picked up two unused surgical clamps. "I can get them packed and on ice during post-op cleanup, and they'll keep in the freezer for a while. Otherwise, the cutoffs usually go into the incinerator if the doms don't want to eat them."

After setting the clamps down on the operating table between Gin's legs, Marino adroitly held both testicles in one hand, and with his other, he pulled up hard on Gin's scrotum, exposing more of the ductus deferens that connected the testicles to Gin's body.

"Is there anything else you can do with the cutoffs?" Devin asked. "I mean, does anyone want to keep them in formaldehyde or anything?"

"Well, not formaldehyde, but I can preserve them, sure," Marino replied as he first worked on Gin's right testicle; he pulled the connective cord taut and placed the two clamps as high up on the ductus deferens as he could go without going inside Gin's now wrinkled and significantly empty scrotum smushed up against his pelvis. "There's a polycarbonate resin blend I can use; it keeps all the tissue perfectly preserved, so there's no deterioration or anything. Some doms who go for that want to hold onto it like a trophy, or give it to their subs as a gift. And that's kind of sweet, when you think about it." The rat took up the scalpel again before offering it to Devin. "Want to make the cut?"

"Yes, please!" Devin took the blade from Marino and sliced where directed, right through the thick, rope-like cord of sinew, between the two clamps.

"Perfect, that's the first one," Marino said as he picked up the clamped, severed testicle and tossed it gently into the iced collection bowl that also contained Gin's disembodied cock. He sidled back into position as he took up a fresh suture kit and sewed up the open end of the cord before removing the clamp. "What are you thinking of doing with his bits?" Marino asked Devin as he moved over to the left testicle and began prepping to remove it.

"I don't think either of us would really go for snacking on his meat, to be honest," Devin said as he watched the rat clamp Gin's still-intact cord. He cocked his head, thinking. "But preserving it might be up my alley."

"I'd be happy to do that for you, no problem at all," Marino said agreeably as he directed Devin to pick up the scalpel again.

The polar bear took a deep breath--this was the last thing physically connecting Gin to his manhood. He grinned under his mask, envisioning what life would be like for his sub as a cockless, testicle-free, living, breathing fleshlight just for his pleasure. Devin gripped the scalpel tightly and, with a rush of adrenaline in his system, swiped the scalpel through the cord, severing Gin's left ductus deferens precisely between the clamps that Marino had placed. Never again would sperm travel up the cord, never again would the muscle pull up on a heavy testicle--the wet, pink, fleshy organ lying on the operating table was now only good as a paperweight.

"Well done, that's all it is, just slice and toss," Marino said jocularly as he picked up the severed testicle and tossed it into the collection bowl; it plopped on top of the other organs already inside before wetly rolling down against the cold metal side of the bowl.

The surgeon hummed to himself as he sewed up the open end of the cord, released the clamp, and pulled Gin's empty scrotum back down so it didn't look so wrinkled and enveloped the short stubs of severed testicular cords. Devin marveled at how deflated the sack looked as Marino sutured both incisions he'd made on Gin's scrotum, then washed the sites with disinfectant before placing bandages on top of the stitches. From the front, Gin's limp sack simply looked like a punctured, furred balloon; Marino had positioned his work so any evidence of surgery could only be seen from behind.

"So that's it? That's all it takes to make him nullified like that?" Devin asked; he almost felt like he was in a daze, realizing what he'd just done to Gin.

"That's all it takes, nothing to it but a few slices," Marino sighed to himself as he straightened up from hunching over Gin's groin. He tossed his used supplies in one of the medical waste bins before he flashed Devin a thumb's up. "Great work today, thanks for helping out!"

"Are you kidding? That was amazing, thank you so much!" Devin returned enthusiastically. He nodded over at Gin, who was still lying knocked out on the operating table. "So what now?"

"We'll get him moved over to our recovery room, you can hang out with him while we wait for him to wake up in about 45 minutes," Marino said as he pulled down his mask and began removing his surgical gown. "In the meantime, I'll get my assistants to do cleanup, and we'll get started on preserving his cutoffs. I can have that ready by the time you and Gin come back for his post-op evaluation."

---

Devin was scrolling through his phone in the recovery room when he heard a muffled grunt from the bed next to him. He pocketed his cell and glanced over at Gin, who was starting to lick his lips and blearily open his eyes.

"Mmmf..."

"Hey, hey, ssshh, welcome back," Devin cooed as he scooted closer to Gin's bed; the maned wolf lolled his head to the side and blinked slowly at Devin, as if putting the pieces together.

"You're my man?" Gin asked.

Devin smiled and reached over to stroke Gin's head. "And you're my boy, right?"

Gin grinned goofily and nodded. "All yours, all day and all night...jus' a buncha holes...for you to fill," he sighed. He then looked up at the ceiling and scowled. "S'bright in here...I'm gon' shut my lil' peepers, but...m'awake, I swear."

"That's alright, now you just rest up and we'll get you out of here soon, okay?" Devin said, patting Gin's cheek.

"M'kay." Gin snuggled up under his thin blanket and leaned further into Devin's hand caressing the side of his face.

"Everything was great, you got through surgery like a champ," Devin continued while Gin kept his eyes closed.

"I don't have a dick anymore?" From the combination of painkillers and the lingering effects of the anaesthesia, Gin sounded drunk.

"Nope, no more dick for Gin."

"And my balls?"

"I cut them off myself," Devin said proudly.

Gin frowned and cracked his eyes open to look at Devin. "You did not...wha'bout Doc Marino?"

"He let me slice 'em off while you were out. Just like that." Devin imitated a cutting motion with his claw across Gin's cheek.

Gin's frown turned into a smile when he realized Devin was telling the truth, and he cuddled further against the polar bear's hand. "Aww, you're so sweet, taking care of me like that."

Devin winked. "Just doing what I can for my puppy. Now, for the next couple weeks while you recover, I'm going to be here for you, okay? Anything you want or need, just tell me."

Gin giggled. "You gonna be my sub?"

The polar bear waggled his head, conceding, "Just until my boy gets back on his feet and we can start playing with that empty sheath between your legs."

---

A year later saw Gin bucking back and forth against Devin in their basement dungeon. Gin, on all fours, was sweating as he pounded his ass against Devin's pelvis, fucking himself on the polar bear's thick cock while the vibrator in his pussy revved up like a racecar engine.

"Oooh fuck, almost there...almost there," Gin panted as he continued pumping back and forth on Devin's length, sliding the 12 girthy inches of meat into his loosened hole like a pro.

The polar bear, in the meantime, was using his hands to pull and stretch Gin's empty sack like taffy, roughly groping it before cupping the deflated scrotum and jiggling it in his palms.

"You miss those balls at all, pup?" Devin growled as he continued teasing the empty, floppy bag.

"No, Sir, not one bit!" Gin gasped.

"Mmm, good boy. And how about this..." Devin moved his fingers up to Gin's sheath, which hung limply from his groin. The polar bear pinched hard on the empty tube of flesh and fur, rubbing the sensitive tissue inside against itself.

"Oh fuuuuhuuuck..."

"Do you want your cock back, boy?"

"No, Sir!"

"Why not?" Devin prompted as his own weighty balls slapped against Gin's hot labia and the backside of his empty scrotum.

"Because...I'm just a hole for you to fill! And holes...don't need...dicks of their own..." Gin grunted through the pleasure that was consuming him from head to foot.

"That's right," Devin rumbled while Gin continued milking his cock with his ass. "Hoooo boy...besides, I don't even remember where I put your cutoffs from the surgery...I'm sure they're somewhere around here, but I'm not looking for them anytime soon."

In fact, Devin knew exactly where the resin cube containing Gin's preserved testicles and penis was: Dr. Marino had given it to him a week after the operation during Gin's post-op evaluation, and the polar bear had stashed the wolf's cutoffs in the basement closet with his old vinyl record collection box. It thrilled him to know that Gin had no clue just how nearby the severed parts of his body were. And he would never know, not unless he managed to catch Devin staring at them like a pro athlete gazing fondly at his favorite trophy. But then, they weren't part of Gin's body anymore--the red, perpetually swollen cock with a knot that would never again lock into a hole, and the testicles that would forever stay suspended in space and time belonged to nobody except Devin. As he remembered and reveled in that fact, Devin flexed his cock hard and thrust into Gin's ass as the maned wolf (who was so wonderfully oblivious to the current workings of Devin's mind) pushed back against him, and Devin's fingers found their way inside Gin's sheath.

"Oh fuck...that's so good, Sir," Gin moaned as the polar bear's thick fingers violated the warm, musky flesh inside his sheath.

"Yeah, you like that, boy? You like having me inside you like this?" Devin murmured as he teased the nerves inside Gin's empty tube of flesh and fur.

"It's perfect, Sir...my sheath was made to get fingered and fucked by you," Gin groaned. He bucked even harder against Devin's hips, enticing his master to bury his cock deeper in his loose and sloppy hole while the vibrator practically destroyed his pussy.

"Yeah, you're just a good slutty hole, aren't you."

"Yes, Sir!"

Devin groaned as he felt Gin's hole rhythmically clenching around his cock as he thrust in and out, and he heard Gin's telltale whining. "You getting close, boy?"

"Uh-huh."

Devin grinned deviously as he pressed harder into Gin's sheath with his fingers, swirling them around the sloppy, sweaty space inside. "Well, go on, you've earned it."

Gin fucked himself even harder on Devin's cock, squeezing every last centimeter inside him while he arched his back and howled loudly.

"Awwrroooooo!"

The maned wolf slammed his ass back against Devin's pelvis, clenching hard on the bear's erection while the muscles in his groin spasmed. Devin moaned as he felt a fresh, warm pool of fluid coat his fingers inside Gin's sheath; without a cock to fire his spermless and sterile prostate fluid, Gin's pelvic muscles and prostate could only push his "cum" so far until it simply spilled out of the plain hole of his urethra. Devin dipped a claw into the small abyss, swirling it around the rim of Gin's urethra and eliciting a series of shudders from the wolf, before he rubbed his fingertips together, smearing them in the pre-like substance of Gin's oragsm. Gin huffed and panted as he continued working his ass on his master's cock, and it wasn't long before, as Gin came down from his own high, Devin felt the pressure building in his balls.

"Oh fuck...get ready, boy," Devin moaned as he forced himself to stop thrusting long enough to yank the vibrator out of Gin's pussy and toss it aside.

"Yipe!" Gin yelped at the sudden removal of the vibrator and the emptiness in his ass as Devin roughly pulled out, but he gasped in pleasure when he felt his owner hilt himself deep in his wet vagina, sliding in with a schlorp; the polar bear gripped Gin close to his body and instinctively humped, grinding into Gin and growling louder and louder in his ear until, with a full-fledged roar, Devin rammed his cock home and fired shot after shot of virile cum deep into Gin's pussy; thick ropes of semen spurted out of his urethra with each pulse of his throbbing cock. His balls must have been boiling and churning and ready to impregnate a willing hole, as they produced so much sperm that Devin's cum began to overflow around his cock and out of Gin's pussy, filling the maned wolf with a beautifully sloppy creampie.

"Grrrrrr...oh fuck...puppy, you're so warm and good inside," Devin moaned as he rode his own orgasm. "That's my good little cuntboy..."

"I like being your good cuntboy," Gin groaned in agreement.

"Yes you do...aaahhhh...that's all...you're good for...isn't it," Devin panted as he started recovering from his climax. He grunted and readjusted himself on top of Gin, using a firm hand at the base of the wolf's neck to force his head downward; Gin grinned, familiar with this move from the private yoga classes he'd been taking. He allowed Devin to bend his neck and torso further down and in on himself, until his nose rubbed against his sheath and he could smell his musk mixing with Devin's. "What you used to have in there, it wasn't getting used properly at all. It had to go, it was just useless, wasn't it?" Devin took up as he forced Gin's nose against his empty sheath. "You weren't pleasing anybody with it. The real way for you to be a good boy is to get fucked properly in your hot, wet cunt, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir," Gin huffed as he inhaled the savory aromas in his groin.

"That's right," Devin growled. "That's the best way for someone to enjoy your body...and not have to deal with that pesky, useless cock of yours, or those pathetic balls you didn't need."

"Thank you, Sir."

Devin chuckled as he released Gin and finally pulled out of his pussy, leaving a thick, ropey trail of semen behind that trailed out between Gin's lips. "Thank you, boy," he emphasized, rubbing the back of Gin's head. "Happy Null-iversary."

Gin panted as he turned to face Devin and smooched him on the lips before he said, "I can't think of a better way to celebrate."

"Oh, I think I can," Devin said deviously.

Gin cocked his head, intrigued.

"Well, I got a little cake upstairs," Devin continued. "And then we've got another appointment to get to soon."

"Appointment?"

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The bell above the door jingled as Devin led Gin into the tattoo and piercing shop; the buzzing of a tattoo machine filled the air as an inked artist was working on a client, and the buff horse with a lip piercing and numerous earrings who stood behind the counter turned to face the polar bear and the maned wolf.

"Hey, you're right on time!" the horse said as he strode around the counter and shook Devin's hand, then Gin's. "So, ready to get started?"

Gin looked over at Devin, thoroughly confused. "I...guess? What exactly--"

"Well, I couldn't really top last year's surprise, but I wanted to get close," Devin said over him as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag with a thick, metal barbell ring in it. Gin looked closer to see that there was a small clip-on tag at the bottom of the bag, unattached to the ring, but he couldn't make out the engraving on the tag.

"Ready to get your clit pierced, cuntboy?" Devin smirked.

Gin's heart skipped a beat as he meekly let the horse and Devin lead him through the shop and back to one of the piercing stalls: The small room contained a piercing table, a rolling stool, and all the sanitizers and hardware the horse would need for the procedure.

"Alright, how about you get those pants off and hop onto the table for me," the horse piercer instructed Gin while he pulled on a pair of black nitrile gloves.

With a reassuring look from Devin, Gin complied and pulled down his sweatpants; as the horse watched, his eyebrows rose when he saw Gin's empty, drooping sheath and dangling, deflated scrotum. "Well, there's something you don't see every day," he remarked, intrigued.

Gin grimaced while Devin snickered, "What can I say, he likes being a good boy for me."

Devin patted Gin on the back, encouraging him to keep going, and Gin obediently sat down on the table; the back was pushed up to a semi-reclining position, and the horse pulled up a pair of stirrups that extended beyond the edge of the table and locked into place. After wiping the stirrups with a disinfectant wipe, the large equine patted them, motioning for Gin to place his ankles within them. With his heart beating a mile a minute, Gin slid down on the table until his ankles rested in the cushioned stirrups. He took a few deep, calming breaths, and looked up when he felt Devin's hand resting on his shoulder.

"How's this for a surprise?" the polar bear asked with a wink.

"Y-you really got me," Gin choked out through his nerves.

Devin soothingly rubbed his shoulder. "Just relax and breathe, you're going to get through this like a champ, just like when we got you fixed up last year."

"Yeah...yes, Sir," Gin muttered distractedly as he watched the horse pick up one of the disinfectant kits on the rolling cart next to him. The large equine settled down on his stool and rolled himself to the end of the piercing table, between Gin's stretched legs.

"Alright, let's see what we're working with here," the horse muttered as he reached forward and deftly spread Gin's labia with two of his large fingers. Gin shuddered as he felt the foreign digits pushing at his lips, and mentally thanked Devin for eating out his load from earlier so the horse wouldn't have to pierce him with a creampie still in his pussy. "Hmm...yeah, I think we're looking good for a vertical piercing here. Your jewelry is already clean?" he asked Devin.

"Yep, it's ready to go." The polar bear handed the plastic bag with the barbell ring in it to the horse, who placed it on his rolling cart.

"Okay, I'm going to clean you up and then mark the placement first," the horse explained to Gin as he used one of the sanitary wipes to prep the wolf's clitoris.

Once done, he took up a marker and carefully inked a small set of spots directly on top of Gin's clit; the wolf squirmed at the uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip of the marker against the tender bulb, but he breathed through it while the horse finished marking him.

"Think we're good to go," the horse mused as he exchanged the marker for a sterilized needle packet. He ripped open the packet and shook out a thick, sharp needle and a set of clean clamps. "Ready, bud?"

Too nervous and excited for words, Gin could do nothing more than nod, while Devin squeezed his shoulder. "Nothing to it," Devin murmured encouragingly to Gin.

Gin wanted to close his eyes, but he just couldn't look away as he watched the horse sidle into position.

"Hngh!" he grunted as he felt the horse clamp his clitoris, and an involuntary jolt ran through his stomach--the metal was cold against his warm pussy, and the horse's tight grip on the clamps dug in uncomfortably at his delicate and so vulnerable clitoris. Gin gulped and tried to steady his breathing as the clamp pinched in even more, constricting the blood flow.

The horse held the needle in his other hand, poised just above his target. "Deep breath in..."

Gin inhaled.

"And ooooout..." the horse said as he pushed the needle down.

"Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Gin exhaled forcefully--his muscles clenched, threatening to make him curl up into the fetal position, but he forced himself to lie still on the table while he felt the needle pierce the top of his clitoris and slide through it until it speared through the bottom. "Guuh!"

"There's the hard part over," the horse chuckled while Gin kept gasping for air. Keeping one hand on the clamp to hold Gin's clit steady, the horse used his free hand to pull the barbell ring out of the small plastic bag. He unscrewed one of the ends, and pushed the open end down on top of the needle, forcing the metal all the way through until the needle popped out and was completely replaced by the barbell ring.

"Is that it?" Gin grunted, using as much effort as possible to hold still under Devin's hand resting on his shoulder.

"Almost done," the horse replied merrily. "Just need to secure the ring"--he twisted the barbell bead back into place--"and then unclamp you." He released the clamp on Gin's clit, which immediately allowed blood to flow again and simultaneously doubled the ache that Gin felt in his pussy.

"Oh shiiiit," he groaned.

"And just one more thing," the horse said as he fiddled with the plastic bag. Gin watched as he tipped the small metal tag out of the pouch, then shuddered as he felt the horse clip the tag onto his new clit piercing. "Devin, care to take a look?"

The polar bear patted Gin's shoulder before he strode over to the horse's side and pulled out his phone. "Oh yeah, that's beautiful work," he muttered as he leaned in and snapped a picture.

Curious, Gin watched as Devin returned to his side and showed him the photo he'd just taken. There on the screen, Gin could see the curved barbell ring pierced vertically through his reddened, swollen clitoris; the surrounding flesh of his clitoral hood and labia shone with vaginal sweat. Clipped onto the ring in his pussy was the metal tag, and Devin zoomed in on the photo to show the engraving on the small badge: "Property of Master Devin."

"Since you're nothing more than my personal fleshlight now, I thought it'd be good to put a label on you. Plus, now I've got a little hardware down there to tug on," Devin smirked down at Gin. Before Gin could respond, Devin looked back at the horse piercer. "Hey, how much would you charge to pierce his septum and tongue while we're here? Could be fun to get creative with where I attach a leash to him."

"W-what now?" Gin stammered as his eyebrows rose in surprise and his head rolled against the reclining back of the piercing table.

The horse rubbed his hands together mischievously as he eyed Gin's muzzle, like a mad artist studying a wonderfully blank canvas so full of potential. "Oh, I've got some good, big rings in mind for him."