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The back of the cart was stuffed with so many things that Llewelyn was almost certain that if their captors didn't plan to kill them, they'd be bruised from top to bottom just from the barrels slamming into them from every angle.

The road was rough, and the rickety wheels of the cart only made their constant motion more insufferable, and the constant motion of being thrown back and forth as they rode over misplaced stones and uneven ground only made his sense of direction worse. The gag stuffed in his beak didn't muffle his grunts of pain as he was tossed between the crates and barrels they were stuffed alongside, his bound arms and legs keeping him from protecting his body as he was thrown around. The only depressing respite was when he impacted a downy surface, and even that was worrying, because he knew who the other avian in the cart was, and him being silent was a sign that things are very, very wrong. His older brother, Lucan, had been snatched up right along with him, and he desperately wished he knew if his brother was knocked out or not. He was noisy by default, either boastful, or whiny when he didn't get his way, and he was guaranteed to be fuming right now. Complete silence only meant that he was afraid or they'd been so unsuccessful in silencing him or keeping him still that they knocked him out. The most he could hear was a dull murmur that could've either been muffled grumbles of discontent, or the rumble of the cart, and he couldn't tell which. Maybe it was both. He tried to manipulate his body as much as he could to cling to Lucan, to make sure that if he was awake, he at least knew they were there together.

It was a deviation from their usual behavior, but a warranted one. They'd just been kidnapped, this was not the time for fighting.

He shuffled uncomfortably in his bindings. Whatever the material was, it was inflexible, and rough. No chance of stretching it or pulling out of it unless he had a few months to start working out.

He really wished he had a clue what was going on outside, or if anyone had managed to follow them. The doors were latched shut, he'd heard that much when they were thrown in, but he didn't know if enough guards had been nearby to watch where their captors had gone, or if they were quick enough to get a cart and follow behind. Mother and Father had definitely been notified, but were they on their way, or just sending search parties? If these vagrants intended to kill them, there wouldn't be anything left to save by the time they were found, given that they had been driving for hours already.

He was thrown into Lucan again as the cart made a hard right. He felt as the road transitioned from stone to dirt, and realized they were a good distance out of the main city. The roads thirty miles out were brickladden, so they had to be farther than that. Were they in the farmer's district?

The cart came to a stop, and Llewelyn was only given a minute to breathe before the latch swung open. Evening light penetrated the blindfold, giving the impression of staring at a lamp through a blanket. It was thin fabric, and he could see shapes moving in front of him, but he couldn't make out any specifics, besides the vague ghost of motion. He was roughly grabbed by the shoulders and dragged out, hitting the ground with a squeak as someone chuckled at him from above. Not 20 seconds later, he was thrown over someone's back like a piece of lumber and carried, strong arms holding him in place even as he struggled, and he heard what sounded like a wooden door being swung open before he was dropped on hard dirt flooring. A quiet grunt and a shroud of dust that he felt hit his face made him guess they'd dropped Lucan in the same space. Lucan suddenly seemed unable to stay still, and Lleweyn decided that he'd either been knocked out in the cart, or being thrown into the dirt was enough indignation for him to finally start fighting back.

An unfamiliar voice broke the quiet shuffling, just above them. "Really hate to do this to you Princey, but sometimes you gotta make a point." The person speaking was gruff, and very rural. He chuckled a bit, and seemed incredibly happy despite the assertion that he 'hated' to do this. "Now look, I'm sure your old pops didn't mean no harm, but he didn't listen when we told him not to do something, and so you all are gonna have to pay the price. Sins of the father and all that."

Lucan shouted indignantly through his gag, and the voice chuckled again, mirth only rising, before he managed to get it under control, before taking on a more somber tone. "Now, your royal family's richer 'n any of us folk can comprehend, so they should be able to fix what we do to you. Still, if they're smart, they'll take the hint and listen to us."

Ah, there was more than one of them. Rebels, looking to get back at their father for one of his edicts. Judging from the voice alone, it was probably someone from the farming district, which lined up well with where they probably were. Llewelyn heard the distinct sound of wood clacking against wood as he was lifted by the collar of his shirt, and had his neck placed into something or other. With a sharp snap, whatever they used to bind his arms was cut away, but before he could even think of using them, they were grabbed by large, calloused mitts that immediately placed his arms in two grooves of the same wooden structure his head was in. A ground stockade. His blindfold was yanked off, as was the gag in his mouth, and he was greeted with the sight of a dimly lit barn, and three hooded and masked figures. Directly in front of him was his brother, who seemed to be in the exact same position he was, ass up in a stockade that was much too low to the ground, and who was currently balling his fists in rage. His feathers had been utterly disheveled, tossed about in a way that undeniably infuriated his vain brother.

"Our father will have your heads! Return us to the castle at once!" Lucan demanded, his attempt at an authoritative voice foiled by the wobble of his cadence. He was as afraid as Llewelyn was.

One of the hooded figures, second from the right shook his head, audibly different from the one that had been speaking. "I'm afraid we can't, your highness. You're gonna have to suffer through this one. For what it's worth, if we could've had a civil conversation with your daddy over this, we would've, but the old man's been too busy to have an audience with us, and if we don't get this fixed soon, it'll go real south for us real fast. Loyalty to the king and all that, but we have to look out for ourselves here."

"If you return us, we'll make your case for you, just please, let us go." Llewelyn pleaded, watching his brother's face slowly shift enraged to fearful. He could tell Lucan thought they could be intimidated into stopping. Llewelyn at least wanted to try the diplomatic route, but unfortunately he ended up just as disappointed as the center figure sighed, seeming somewhere between remorse and annoyance.

"Now, we done told you two this already. If we drop you back on the castle steps, your pops is gonna focus more on who took his boys than why." It was the same one that had been speaking when they were blindfolded, and he seemed like the orchestrator of the whole scheme. He didn't quite see who had grabbed him before the blindfold was shoved over his eyes, so he couldn't tell if it was him or one of his lackeys. "Look, we're not gon do anything that could kill you, and we'll try to make it hurt as little as it has to, but you're gonna have to grit and bear it, got it? No more discussin, or we'll put the gags back in your mouth." He turned to the hooded figure on his right, the tallest of the group, and nodded at Lucan. Llewelyn's eyes went wide.

"Wait not him, me fi-" true to his word, the central figure held up the gag, a wad of gauze that had been balled up, and given an extra scrap to keep it affixed, and Llewelyn held his tongue. Lucan still struggled in his bindings, only to freeze in horror as the tallest figure came behind him, and yanked his pants down.

Llewelyn's mind was racing for a way out as Lucan struggled even harder, the tallest masked figure prodded at him with his fingers. They couldn't force their way out of the stockades, and even if they could, the two couldn't take on five other people who spent their days farming. They were almost guaranteed to be stronger than them, and even if they tried to focus on getting one at a time, or even getting a weapon, the other four would intervene.

Lucan's indignant noises only rose as Llewelyn realized that the tallest had grabbed something of his brother's and he doubted it was just a handful of feathers.

"How DARE you! I am a prince, this kind of molestation isn't even deserved by the commoners, let alone someone of my standIAUGH-" The central figure leaned down and snapped the gag into his mouth, just as the tallest figure reached for something that Llewelyn hadn't noticed until he was tracking their assailants' moves.

A dagger.

"Lucan, please, I need you to keep breathing. Just focus on breathing, please-"

His sentence was cut short by a blood curdling scream that managed to escape around the gag. Almost instantly, tears began cascading down Lucan's face as Llewelyn looked on in horror as his brother was penectomized. He could hear the sawing motion of the knife as his brother was cut, and he almost retched. "Lucan, please, I know it hurts, but you have to try and breathe, don't focus on it. Uh, re-remember when we went fishing with dad, and you stuck yourself with the fishing rod? It's like that, don't think about it and it won't hurt as much!" Mercifully, the central figure made no moves to stop him from reassuring his brother, and so he talked in circles, making up a non sequential memory as he tried to take Lucan's mind off of his violation. His body still wracked with silent sobs and wretches for the whole 30 seconds, but he kept his eyes on Llewelyn the whole time, tears slowing from body shaking streams to steady drops, hydrating the dry dirt beneath his face. Eventually, Llewelyn's story fell to pieces, as the tall figure stopped moving, and raised his hand.

Lucan's penis was something he never wanted to see, much less in it's current state. The end was torn, visibly damaged by an unsharpened blade. Llewelyn's rage only grew as he realized that their issues with his father were secondary. They could say that they didn't want it to hurt as much as they wanted to, but that knife was dull, and that only makes it more painful. They wanted to hurt the brothers, and they wanted to convince themselves that they were doing something righteous by doing so.

Lucan's manhood was dropped unceremoniously on the ground in between them, and the top of his stockade was lifted. Llewelyn only realized how much pain he was in when Lucan made no attempts to fix his hair, or grab his severed organ, he merely curled into himself after lifting his head out of the block, and curled around his bleeding groin, whimpering to himself. Llewelyn shook with silent rage, and all of it died the moment the central figure nodded in his direction.

Lucan took note, and ripped the gag out of his mouth, crawling over to Llewelyn with tears still streaking his face.

"Oh god, Llew, d-don't move a muscle. The blade's dull, it-it's basically just tearing through and it'll only hurt worse if you move, just-just try and stay still."

Lucan's warnings were intercut with heavy breathing and gasps of pain that came in time with the figure circling behind Llewelyn and exposing his behind to the open air, and he felt the exact same horrible sensations Lucan probably had felt, including the triggering of a particular muscle that made an avian's cloacal penis harden regardless of arousal. The moment he was fully hardened, he heard the dagger drag across the dirt floor, and he tried to maintain his breathing.

He did not.

It was indescribable. The sensation was so horrifyingly painful that he could barely get in shallow breaths, but he did manage as Lucan said, and held perfectly still as he was made into a eunuch, with Lucan unable to share false storied or talk in any serious way, he merely tried to embrace Llewelyn's head, tears slowing as Llewelyn's finally started. His took just a few moments longer than Lucan's, but his dick was dropped next to his brothers, and he too was let out of his stockade. He curled into his brother, sobbing into his chest like he would've when the two were younger, their blood staining each other's feathers as they held onto each other for support, emasculated for a false cause. Two rags were tossed at them, dropping wetly at their feet.

"Disinfectant. Keep you from getting something in the wound. We'll let you two rest a bit, and then drop you back at the-"

The doors to the barn blew open, and seven armed soldiers sliced the pie, pinning their assailants into the corners as an eight entered. They recognized this one. Their personal head of security. He stared at them in horror, and they knew why. Any damage done to them was to be done to him as part of his oath to protect them.

"Lucan, we can't-"

"I'll argue his case against father." Lucan said, solemnly. They were on the same page. Neither of them wanted this man who'd been so kind in the past to suffer what they'd just been through.

The next ten minutes were a blur.

They held the disinfectant to their bleeding groins while they were loaded into a cart to be taken back to the castle. Their severed bits had been brought with, though both were aware that the brutality enacted upon them made it nigh impossible for any form of reattachment to take place. Their best bet would be if the castle mage could garner the ingredients for two potions of distilled regeneration. Until then, both boys would likely be rendered cockless for the foreseeable future.

Of course, even that couldn't have gone right given their current situation.

Llewelyn found that his assessment of their assaulters was dead on. They were strong, and they were lying about not wanting to cause pain. The third, who'd been silent for the whole ordeal, broke from the hold of the guards and charged the two, pulling a large dagger from somewhere in his clothes and making a wild swing. Lucan switched their positions, dragging Llewelyn in front of him, and with a swipe that made both boys mourn for the mistreatment of their penises, Lucan's tail was on the ground. Their attacker had the point of the chief's spear digging deeper into his throat before he had the chance to move again, but the deed was done. A horrific insult to injury, and Lucan was penectomized and docked all in the same day.

Surprisingly, he didn't even flinch. He merely hugged Llewelyn tighter as he stepped into the cart, having grabbed the gauze gag ahead of time and planning to wrap their wounds. His severed tail was gathered as well, given that had a much better chance of survival, and by the time the sun was below the horizon, they were past the castle gates.

They met their parents at the gate, holding rags soaked through with blood to their groins, Llewelyn's body still shaking as Lucan supported his younger brother, simply declaring to their parents,

"We need a medic."