Servant of the Axe - Neutered in Chains

They came to neuter me on the third day.  He had two brutish soldiers with him, so I didn't resist much.

In the end, they held the chains, the chains held me, and my captor held up my teeny tiny severed member.

"It's so small!" he chuckled.  "How were you ever going to reproduce using this?"

I shrugged.  "I'm only two.  I haven't been thinking of reproducing at all."

"Well, I suppose you think you're just growing a new one."  He said, flinging it into a nearby brazier of coals."

"It had occurred to me." I said.

"Yes, it occurred to me, also.  That is why I have this pouch."

I managed not to roll my eyes.  I could smell some of what was in that pouch.  "I suppose I should ask what's in the pouch?"

"Indeed." He said, putting on a leather glove.  Not a thick one, but supple hide, like pig or possibly lamb.  It was pinkish-bronze, much like the skin of the Daurians themselves, save that it was discolored by numerous oblong spots.