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

The smell of coffee lingered in the air as Nico, a deer looking around 24 years old, prepared his kit. He was lean but with an athletic build due to the long hikes he loved going on. His antlers were reasonably impressive with sharp tips, which always meant he had to keep light fittings flush with the ceiling and always pay extra attention when going through doors... At least when out in the wilderness, headroom was rarely an issue. 
His small apartment was a mess, but to him – it was organised mess. His backpack lay on the floor, half packed – with gear scattered around it; a sleeping bag, cooking stove, rolled up tent, and various other bits and pieces for his upcoming adventure. The sleek black camera he used for vlogging was plugged in and charging on the coffee table, while Nico doublechecked his checklist. 
“Alright, lets see…” he said “Tent, check. Stove, check. Camera… Yeah I’m not going to be forgetting that…” he said walking over and checking it was fully charged before picking it up and setting it up on a tripod, framing himself without the clutter of the room in shot. 
“Hey everyone! It’s Nico here, and today is the day! I’ve got all my gear packed and I’m ready to take on the Welsh mountains for the next four days. Just me, my backpack, the beautiful wilderness – and you guys!” he said starting his vlog. He picked up his bag and showed it to the camera “This little guy here is going to keep me warm in the December chill. And trust me, it’s going to be chilly up there. We’re talking snow, ice, and some amazing views if we’re lucky.” 
He picked up the camera, the tripod having a gimble which helped keep it smooth and steady as he walked towards the door, then he looked directly into the lens “I hope you’re all as excited as I am! There’s nothing like taking that first step out of the door, knowing that everything you need is right here. Freedom – the unknown, and it’s goin’ to be awesome. So, let’s get this show on the road” he said reaching forward to switch off the camera, giving a small wave “See you on the mountain!” the red light blinked off and Nico packed the camera away along with a couple of other battery packs. They added to the weight, but that’s the reality of vlogging while hiking. 
He pulled on his jacket, zipped up his backpack and taking one last look round his apartment all trimmed up for Christmas, he wished it goodbye and that he’d be back in four days. 
He stepped outside, the winter chill in the air greeting him as he started padding down to the car park. A trusty old four-wheel-drive which had seen better days, but always got him to and from wherever he was going. Nico popped the boot and heaved his backpack into it, making sure it wouldn’t roll about – then slammed it shut. 
He walked around and hopped into the driver’s seat. He had his four-wheel-drive, not just because it was useful when off roading, but because they also had much better headroom... and with his seat set low, he didn’t have to worry about his antlers ripping up the roof lining like had happened with his last car… 
The car roared into life, and with a final glance at the apartment building in the rear-view mirror, Nico switched on the Christmas tunes, pushed in the clutch, set the car into first gear and pulled out of the carpark. 
The journey was fairly lengthy. He didn’t live in Wales, he lived in England, and to get to the mountains he was planning on hiking, it was a good few hours to get there. It was a beautiful journey though, with the frost covered houses and villages he passed by, eventually coming to the foothills of the mountains and parking up in a dedicated car park for hikers. 
He got out, grabbed the camera from his bag and started it recording, panning across the view of the landscape he was about to hike over. The hills rolling into snow covered mountains beyond. “This is it, we made it to the foothills everyone! Just look at that …” he pointed the camera to the snowy mountains “if you can’t have snow at home, go high enough and you’ll find it.” 
Nico sat the camera on the bonnet of his car and adjusted the angle to capture him as he strapped on his backpack, tightening the straps across his chest and waist, making sure everything was secure. “We’re about to start the first leg of the journey – heading up to a spot I’ve picked out for tonight’s camp. Should be a nice, steady climb today, nothing too crazy, but we’ll see how the weather holds.”  He switched the camera off. 
With the car locked up, the camera slung around his neck and his boots and kit all set, he was ready to go.
The path started at the far end of the car park, winding its way into the hills through a patch of pine trees. Niko could already see the first signpost marking the trail.
The trail was well-trodden but empty this time of year, with most people put off by the cold and unpredictable weather. Nico loved it like this though. Quiet, peaceful, just the crunch of his boots on the frosty ground and the occasional bird song in the distance. He took it all in, occasionally stopping to film a bit of the scenery or share a thought with his viewers. 
“See those clouds up there?” Nico said pointing over at a grey ridge of clouds gathering around one of the peaks “Looks like we may get some snow later. Nothing like a bit of adventure to keep things interesting right?” 
He walked steadily onwards, the path gradually leading upwards. The name ‘path’ however was possibly a little generous – as by now the trail was barely distinguishable from the bracken and scruffy grass it meandered through. The wind had picked up as he climbed higher up and with the mountains stretching out in front of him, he felt giddy. There wasn’t anywhere else he ever felt like this. 
After a day of walking, he reached a small flat area – an ideal spot to set up camp for the night. The view from here as pretty special too. The valley framed below by the distant peaks. 
He set his backpack down and turned the camera on again, capturing the view “This is home for tonight.. it gets dark really early this time of year here – it’s 3:30pm and already going dark. But look at that view! Worth every step… Now let’s get this tent set up before its pitch black.” He said, turning the camera off and setting it on a rock, pointed to where he was going to set up.  
Setting it to Timelapse, he switched it back on and got to work, having been well practiced in setting up his tent, the fabric flapping in the wind as he did. He switched on his head-lamp to finish pegging in and then headed back over to his camera to switch it off.
He set up his small camping stove to make himself something tasty and warming; a steaming pot of vegetable stew, made from dried vegetables, lentils and some warming spices he’d packed. Adding some stock and some water he let it simmer, stirring it together and letting it bubble away in the pot as it all rehydrated. He added some smoked paprika and salt, with the steam rising up like a cloud into the cold night air. 
He then switched on the camera again “So, that’s day one in the bag, it’s cold, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything – that’s what makes this more of a challenge! Tomorrow, we head further up towards a ridge – maybe even into some snow if we’re lucky. Thanks for joining me today everyone.” He said panning to the stew “Warm stew for food and then it will be into the sleeping bag inside the cosy tent for sleep. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!” he said before switching it back off. 
He carefully poured the stew into a metal camping bowl and took a deep breath, the smell hugging his nose like an old friend. As he ate using his spoon, the warmth spread through him and he sighed happily. He looked over the moonlit valley below and thought to himself – ‘it’s moments like this that make everything all worth it.’ 
After finishing, he scraped the last remaining stew from the bowl, and wiped everything down before retreating into the shelter of his tent, keeping the icy cold wind off him. 
He zipped it up, finally sealed away from the icy night air. The tent walls flapped slightly in the breeze. He pulled off his trousers, leaving on some thermals and pushed himself into his sleeping bag, getting it cosy. 
Still wearing his head lamp he tucked his head inside and looked down into his cosy cocoon slowly warming up with his breath and his body heat… his gaze moved to the soft bulge in the front of his thermal trousers. 
Following his gaze, his hand moved over now to gently tease and knead at the bulge, letting out a quiet and contented moan. All alone, in the wilderness – the icy wind blowing around him, and here he was – warm and cosy in his tent with nothing to distract him and just himself to play with.
He slipped the waistband of his thermals down, catching his boxers with them, tugging them down.. His sheath already sporting the first couple of inches of his tapered length slipping free… 
He rested his hand up against his warm sheath, squeezing and coaxing it a little more as his sensitive dick grew further from its warm fuzzy confines.. After a minute or so he wrapped his hand around his dick, his thumb teasing over the tip… his length felt almost hot in his hand – having been cosily carried in his sheath all the way up here in his pants all day, and only being exposed just a little each time he had needed to relieve himself.
He started to move his hand back and forth over it, still growing as he does. His breath hitching just a little as his precious dick twitched. For him, isolation, the vulnerability of being out, on his own – at the mercy of nature was something that had always done it for him. He knew if she wanted – Nature could dump a shedload of snow on his tent tonight, snowing him in and turning him into an ice cube. But just for now – he was safe, and he was going to use his much-loved dick to enjoy it while he could. 
The musk from his length filled his cosy sleeping bag as he slowly pawed himself. His dick now at its full nine inches, being pushed up towards his stomach by the cosy lining of his sleeping bag. Each time he moved his hand down – the tip rubbed up against the soft material, only adding to the sensation of pleasure. 
He moaned loudly, knowing there was no one around to hear – starting to jerk himself quicker still now… The tip of his dick spreading a damp patch of pre up against the soft fluffy lining of his sleeping bag as he got closer and closer to his climax… 
As he drew close, his whole body began tensing up .. he knew he had to be careful not to make a mess of his cosy dry sleeping bag, and as it hit, he cried out loudly – making sure to bring his hand up to the very tip, humping into his hand, shooting his cum into his tightly clasped fist… 
He panted, still holding the tip of his length in his hand while he caught his breath… Then carefully, he slipped his hand from the damp tip of his member and brought it up to his mouth, flicking his tongue out into his clasped hand and lapping out his essence, loving his salty tase. In the past when he’d done this, he’d also joked with himself that saving the salt and having high protein snacks was also a good thing when on long hikes…
He cleaned his hand off, and looked down at his softening length slowly retreating back into his fuzzy sheath… He was tired, and smiled sleepily at his dick, knowing it would be safe and sound until tomorrow’s pre-sleep fun. 
Nico pulled is boxers and thermals back up, and tucked his precious bits back inside. Time for sleep.

Nico woke the next morning, the light dimmer than he would have expected, and as he rubbed his eyes, he noticed the weight of snow pressing against the tent walls. He sighed and burrowed further into his sleeping bag for a few more moments of cosy warmth… 
He knew it had snowed during the night – he could feel it from the way the air felt inside, and the sound of the world outside sounded muffled with the snow absorbing the sound. Finally, he unzipped the sleeping bag and reached over for his camera, and switched it on. 
“Morning, everyone” he said, his voice still croaky from sleep “Day Two and its looking like it snowed last night. Let’s see how much.” He said tapping the door of his tent to try knock any excess off, and finding it not moving from about two foot up the door.. “Hm, looks like we have a drift!” he said before unzipping the door to the bright white world outside. The crisp cold air flooded in, waking him up quicker than any cup of coffee ever could.
The snow was more dramatic than he had expected it to be. It wasn’t a drift. Two feet of snow had fallen overnight, transforming the whole landscape into an endless expanse of white. He panned his camera round outside “Well, not a drift. Just a whole two feet of snow, everywhere. And my stove is under this somewhere..” he said before switching the camera off. 
Up and dressed, he set up the tripod just outside the tent and dug out the camping stove, pouring some water in from his flask that he’d kept in his backpack over night. Setting the stove down on the cleared ground he set to working on sorting his breakfast. Oats with some dried fruit. 
As the porridge began to bubble, he turned to the camera “Today’s plan, is to head up towards that ridge we talked about last night. It’s going to be a lot tougher with all this fresh snow, but if we make good time, we should have some daylight left to really take in those views. And of course, I’ll be taking you lot along with me every step of the way.” he grinned and gave the camera a little wink.  
Once the oats were ready, Nico poured them into a small bowl and held it up. “Nothing fancy, but it’ll keep me going.” he said taking a big spoonful and chewing it thoughtfully. The warmth was much welcomed – warm comfort food on a cold snowy morning.
He turned the camera off, and finished his breakfast – then set to work packing up his camp, documenting the process here and there, as packing up in the snow was full of its own challenges, in trying to make sure things weren’t wet through for the following night. 
The sky was bright blue, and the low sun giving everything an icy look to an already icy day. He started filming once again, pulling his backpack onto his back and giving it a bounce to let it settle the weight properly over his shoulders. 
He took one last look at the spot he’d camped – now nothing more than flattened snow and a patch of flattened bracken “Leave no trace, as always.” He said to the camera before turning towards where the trail should be, up the mountain. “Alright, let’s get moving. We’ve got a ridge to climb.” He said before finishing the piece to camera. 
The trail was steeper today, winding upwards through rocky outcrops and stretches of deep snow that had piled up in drifts overnight. Nico’s breath formed steady puffs in front of him as he climbed, his boots crunching and sinking in the snow. He kept his camera in hand, recording clips along the way and stopping now and then to catch his breath. 
An hour or so into his hike, Nico had been making his way carefully along a narrow path, bordered by a rocky ledge on one side and a thick wall of snow on the other. He was focused on his footing, watching each step closely when he heard a faint creaking sound. He looked up, just in time to see a section of the snowbank ahead begin to give way. 
Instinctively, Nico tried to leap backwards, but it was too late. The snow came down in a rush, and the next thing he knew, he was tumbling sideways, his feet and hands scrambling to grab at anything! The world twisted around him, his body sliding before slamming to a sudden stop, the wind being knocked out of him.
He found himself stuck, half buried in snow, with his legs dangling awkwardly through a narrow gap in what appeared to be an old wooden fence partially hidden beneath the snowdrift. 
He let out a slightly relieved sigh, before laughing slightly, more out of disbelief than anything else. He tried to shift his weight. His upper body was on one side of the fence, while his legs were tangled on the other, the fence pressing uncomfortably against his middle. 
He reached for his camera, which luckily was still round his neck and miraculously unharmed, except for the snow all over it. 
“Hey, everyone,” he said switching it on and giving the lens a sheepish grin, wiping some of the snow from it “Uhh... bit of an update here. Seems like I’ve managed to get myself into a bit of a situation.” He panned the camera around, reaching out a little to give it a better view – his legs stuck through the wooden slats of an old fence, and snow piled up about him. “Not exactly the kind of adventure I was aiming for, but, well … here we are.” 
Nico tried to wiggle himself free, but the angle was awkward, and the snow around him only seemed to pack in tighter. He wasn’t in pain, other than the uncomfortable wooden beam pressing into his stomach, but he was definitely stuck. He paused for a moment, catching his breath and looked back to the camera, his expression shifting from embarrassed to determined. “Alright, let’s figure this out. I’ve got out of worse spots, right?” He chuckled, though the sense of tension was clear in his voice.  
He set the camera on a nearby rock hoping to capture his efforts. He pushed against the snow, trying to lever himself up - but the fence held him tight, the old wood creaking and other parts stabbing more painfully into him as he did. He let out a long breath, irritation starting to seep in a little… “Ok, maybe this is gonna take a little bit longer than I thought” he said, glancing to the camera with a lopsided smile … “I’ll get back to you shortly, when I’ve worked out how I’m going to get out of this mess.”
He reached out and turned off the camera. It was now, for the first time in this journey, Nico felt the creeping feeling of vulnerability. He was alone, stuck in a fence, in the snow, with no easy way out. 
An hour had passed. Nico had started to worry. He’d tried digging, but the snow had compacted so much that it was almost like ice. He had tried twisting, tugging, and pulling… but any way he moved – only served to jab sharper pieces of wood into his stomach or back. He’d tried to reach to get his phone from his backpack, but it was just too awkward an angle to be able to reach…. He started to worry a little that if he ended up dying – he’d wind up in one of those ‘world’s most stupid ways to die’ videos… 
Then, he heard the sound of crunching footsteps coming through the snow, which sounded as comforting as a hot water bottle would have been at that moment… “Hello?” he called out
The footsteps were coming from behind him – the leg–side of the fence. And he couldn’t see who it was. “Hey! Over here!” he called again
Though Nico couldn’t see him, Twomasks came padding up behind him in the snow wearing thermal everything. Though he’d lived in England for some five hundred years, he had never adjusted from living with the blazing sun of Egypt.. 
Twomasks snickered “Yeah, that’s what I thought I saw. Deer butt.” He said before patting Nico’s butt.
“Heh! … Yeah.. Got myself in a bit of a jam…” Nico replied, straining to try turn round but not able to with the fence holding him tight
“Oh, that’s not good. I bet you’re cold. I saw the dune collapse earlier and thought I’d come check it out” Twomasks said grinning to himself... The deer was stuck tight, and all the best bits were his side, whereas the pointy shouty flailing bits were on the other side.
Nico nodded from the other side “Yeah, could do with a hand I think.” 
Twomasks smirked “Ok,” he said moving closer and wrapping his arms around the deer’s legs “Let’s see if we can get you free.” He said pulling a little 
Nico cried out as some of the wood poked into his stomach “OW Ok, yeah, I tried that.. you may have to remove some of the wood I think from the fence..” 
Twomasks had to hold back a laugh “Remove some wood?” he nodded sagely “That sounds like a plan.” He said before setting a bag he had with him down on the snow.
He now reached around the deer’s legs and groped at him through his thick pants. 
Nico blinked “Hey, uh .. I think you’re grabbing something else there” he said with a laugh
Twomasks grinned “I think we need to just see what things could be stopping you getting free that’s all” he said before beginning to undo Nico’s pants. 
Nico gasped and in surprise flicked his hand out to grab his camera – to try see what’s going on behind him in any way – but in his haste, knocked the camera out of reach. “Hey uh…. You think my trousers are stopping me getting through?” he asked 
“well, it’s part of it yeah!” the raccoon replied, tugging them down and revealing the deer’s thermals underneath… but he didn’t stop there. He next slipped his gloved fingers into the waistband of those, and started sliding them down- the deer’s precious sheath and balls suddenly being exposed to the cold fresh mountain air. 
Nico jumped – sending a jolt of pain into his back as one of the wooden slats dug in a little “Ow… HEY … what … are you doing back there?! T…that’s not just my pants you took off…” 
Twomasks grinned as he peered round at the now exposed sheath, then taking off his gloves, he reached to gently grasp and squeeze a little at it, feeling its warmth. 
Nico looked around him trying to work out how he should even respond …. “H-hey, I don’t think that’s goin’ to help me out of here?” 
Twomasks smirked “Nah, but it’ll warm you up a little. All about survival huh?” he said before teasing his finger around the opening and feeling Nico’s tapered tip slipping out to push against it
Nico gasped… He knew he was helpless, and that was part of the problem… the same idea of him being helpless and alone, vulnerable was at play again… “ffffuck…” he said quietly to himself “Play… nice back there… then…. Yeah?” He said, finally granting permission to the unseen stranger behind him to have a little fun, after all it felt good.
Twomasks knelt down and slid under Nico’s legs, his back up against the snowed up fence and nosed up against the warm sheath and the two inches of tapered deer dick that had already grown from it, breathing in his scent. With almost two days of hiking, and a good deal of fun last night, the deer’s scent clung to his nose like a cosy blanket. “You smell delicious …” Twomasks commented.
Nico blushed bright red on the other side… He’d never let anyone have fun with him before – without showering immediately before, and he’d just realised that his most personal scent was now there for the raccoon to sample at will. His length twitched in front of the raccoon’s nose, growing quicker now… his predicament along with this extra embarrassment hurrying his excitement along.
Twomasks grasped the deerhood, giving it a gentle squeeze as he started to work his hand back and forth along its smooth tapered length. It twitched and throbbed as he heard Nico moan from the other side.. A bead of pre escaping the tip as the final inches emerged, his entire nine inches of deer meat now throbbing and exposed in front of him.
The raccoon reached into his bag, pulling out a small spool of thin wire. It looked like guitar string, but thinner. He looped the wire around the base of Nico’s sheath, and then behind his large brown velvet furred pouch, making sure the wire was wrapped snugly, then he trimmed the wire so that a couple of inches were left hanging from the snugly wrapped package.
Nico spoke up, feeling something being wrapped around the base of his manhood “you, ok?” he asked 
Twomasks smirked “Yep.” He said as he pulled a small device from his bag. It was a black rectangular box, about the size of a mobile phone, but thicker. It had two metal spindles sticking out of the top, and a green and a red button on the front. He fed the ends of the wires – one round one spindle, and the other round the final one.. Then, he pushed the green button. 
Nico jumped again! Whatever the stranger was doing – he felt the wire around his package suddenly tug tighter! 
The device wound in the loose ends of the wire, drawing the wire loop tighter around Nico’s entire package. 
Twomasks started teasing the delicious scented deer dick a little more, grasping at the length, rubbing his thumb over its tip… then pressing the red button on the device.
Nico moaned loudly as his fully hard length was teased once more… he could feel the beginnings of his climax already starting to build, and the stranger had only just begun to play with him… then something shot through his crotch out of the blue – a short sharp tug… followed by numbness. His whole dick had gone numb. 
Once activated, the wire was suddenly turned from a harmless tight wire, into a white-hot heating element. The heat was so intense, that as the device wound the wire in at super speed, the wire simply seared its way through the flesh – nerves being burnt quicker than they could register pain, flesh being burnt through quicker than it could resist – and with a small ping as the wire drew tight between the device’s spindles after travelling the full way through, Nico’s entire package, sheath and all, dropped from his crotch – held up by the raccoon’s hand.
A slow dull ache started to be felt in Nico’s crotch “Uh…. W…what did you do?” Nico asked, still not sure what the stranger had done “It’s kind of hurting a little”
Twomasks grinned as he nosed at the severed deer dick he’d just taken “Don’t worry about it, I’ll have you free soon.” He said before realising that fluffy snug sheath he’d just sliced off could be used for something else!..
He grabbed a knife out of his bag, and carefully sliced up through the top of the velvet pouch where it connected to that cosy looking sheath.. He placed the pouch holding Nico’s large severed orbs into his bag before finally slipping the severed sheath from the dick it had always so intimately been with. 
He pushed Nico’s length a little way into his muzzle, loving the salty sweet taste, holding onto it with his teeth as he now reached down and undid his own pants, pulling his hard uncut length from them… finally then pulling the deer boy’s severed sheath down his length, giving his own member an extra cosy cock warmer…. He let out a happy moan as he felt the warm sheath engulf his length. This Fuzzy once so sensitive flesh had always served to protect and house the deer boy’s dick for his whole life, and now it protected his. ‘Cock warmer by day, cock sleeve fun this evening’ he thought to himself 
He tucked his cosy warm dick back into his pants and fastened them back up, before now pulling Nico’s layers back up – his boxers, thermals and his pants.
Nico was still slightly confused on the other side, he hadn’t cum, he hadn’t heard the stranger cum.. and his crotch was still numb even with his pants being pulled back up “I think something’s wrong... I can’t feel my dick...” he called out
Twomasks snickered quietly “Probably the cold.” He said before pushing his dinner for the evening – the deer’s dick – into his bag, having to bend it round a little to get it to fit in. Once his property was now stowed safely in his bag, he looked at the fence… “It looks like when you fell onto this thing, it broke several slats, and you ended up stuck under them.” He said before pulling some of the wooden slats from the fence, dislodging the deer trapped in them “There. That should do it! I’ve got my payment so don’t worry about it.” he said and picking up his bag, the deer being able to get himself free now. And starting to walk off back through the snow. 
Nico felt the wood being removed, feeling himself being freed, but still lodged in the fence. He heard the stranger walking off “Hey! … wait …” he said starting to twist and tug, but the footsteps continued off into the distance.
It took him another five minutes, but he finally managed to slide free from the fence with those slats removed, and he collapsed on his back, resting against his backpack in the snow… 
Eventually he sat back up and looked over the fence – no one was to be seen- just a trail of footsteps in the snow… it was now he realised his pants felt much … much looser in the front than they had been… with a cautious feel… he suddenly realised he knew why they seemed numb…. 
He undid his pants and hurriedly pulled his thermals down to look – only to find a sealed wound where his dick and balls had once been!! “Oh… shit..” he said quietly to himself… but he couldn’t panic.. he was still in life threatening danger. He needed to get somewhere to set his tent up… He grabbed his camera, and holding it at his face – he switched it on, blushing profusely… “Well, everyone – I got out of that mess… It uh, cost me a little bit more than I wanted it to … but… you gotta do, what you gotta do huh…” 
He switched his camera off, and was still trying to process what had happened… and with all of the teasing, all he wanted to do – was get in his tent and jerk off… he moved his hand down to his empty crotch with a forlorn sigh.
He got himself up on his feet and looked over the fence – the footprints in the snow leading off into the distance, but now no one to be seen.. He’d never be able to catch up even if he tried… 
He started to look somewhere to set up camp for the night, determined to finish his hike.. there was something about the idea of some guy out there carrying his severed junk, that lit a fire in him, and he could swear he could feel his dick getting hard…  he pulled out a torch from his backpack and looked at the rounded end of the handle and its 7 inches length… maybe he could use this tonight… since he was only going to be able to pitch one kind of tent from now on…