“This is becoming a problem for us. We’ve already questioned him for hours and had no luck. I know your specialty for these kinds of things, so I’m authorizing you to use any method you can think of so long as it gets us the results we need fast.” Vance said. The red fox had a bitter look on his face as he explained the situation candidly to his subordinate. “Just get him talking and we’ll see if he knows the code. I’ll make sure this doesn’t show up on any reports.” The officer added, sounding certain in his promise.

	“Understood.” Roland said, speaking clinically. “You’ll want to shut the door before I start, by the way. It’s going to be noisy.” The husky added. Vance nodded to Roland in acknowledgement, then beckoned for him to follow as he turned to enter the interrogation room.

	While he was briefly alone, Michael pulled at his restraints to test their strength. The wolf found that he wasn’t able to move his arms or legs at all, and he gave a frustrated sigh. He went back to waiting patiently as he sat on his metal chair, bound to it painfully tight with zip ties while his captors discussed his fate just outside the room. 

	When Michael’s compound was raided earlier that day, he was among the highest ranking military officials taken prisoner. Furthermore, he was the only person they had caught who had the clearance to know the information his captors sought, and they were well aware of this. For these reasons he saw it as his duty not to give his adversaries any information, no matter how insignificant it may seem, and as such he hadn’t spoken a word since he’d been detained. He didn’t plan on changing that any time soon, especially not with the limp-wristed tactics they had been using thus far, he thought.

	The door swung open and the wolf held a stoic snarl on his face while three soldiers entered the room, followed shortly after by Roland and Vance. One of the soldiers seated himself at the computer system next to Michael, while the other two stood guard on either side of the room’s exit. Vance was the last one to walk in, and he closed the door behind himself. He and Roland approached the restrained male, though Vance made sure to stand out of the husky’s way, giving his interrogation expert adequate room to do his work while still remaining close enough to observe.

	“Hello again, friend.” The fox said, squinting as he locked eyes with the wolf. “I assume you are still holding your tongue, so I enlisted the help of a colleague to help you loosen it.” Michael didn’t answer, instead bearing his teeth at Vance while growling. The officer then looked to Roland with a nod, signaling for him to begin the process.

	Roland set his toolbox down on a table and flipped it open. He methodically picked through it until he found a small cutting implement, which he used to carefully carve out the front of the wolf’s pants. The wolf sat still as the husky freed his genitals from his clothes, but winced when he felt them flop down onto the cold metal seat.

	Michael’s flaccid cock flopped down between his legs, resting atop his gray-furred scrotum. His virile balls hung low in their pouch, each measuring to about the size of kiwis. The twin eggs retreated closer to his body after they were exposed to the cold air outside his pants, and the wolf gave a shiver at the sudden temperature change. He felt vulnerable and humiliated as he was exposed in front of his mortal enemies, but even if he wanted to, the zip ties around his limbs prevented him from closing his legs to shield himself.

	Michael watched his interrogator out of the corner of his eye as he went back through his toolbox, pulling out a pair of heavy duty pliers. Roland gave the handles of the tool a few squeezes to measure its strength, producing a quiet metallic clicking sound. Michael’s stomach dropped when he saw what he was holding, and for the first time since he’d been captured he showed visible fear. His eyes snapped open and his pupils dilated as the realization of his fate hit him like a freight train. Roland turned back to his subject and knelt down between his bound legs, taking his testicles up into his free hand. He probed the pair in his palm, inspecting them without regard for Michael’s comfort or dignity. The wolf grunted and shuddered as he gave them a light squeeze, the husky observing the rubbery and spongy properties of his gonads before setting to work on hurting them.

	The wolf trembled lightly as his genitals were poked and prodded, though he still said nothing, staring straight ahead with an uncertain look on his face. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt the toothed jaws of the pliers grip his left nut, the cold steel chilling the delicate gland. Roland tightened the tool around his ball to hold it in place, ensuring the slippery organ couldn’t escape. Though he had hardly put any pressure on his testicle yet, the wolf tensed his gut muscles, a twinge of pain shooting up into his stomach.

	“This is the last chance you’re going to get to give up the code before I start. If you value your manhood at all you will do as I say. Otherwise, I will destroy it.” The husky stated bluntly, giving the handles of the pliers a gentle but threatening squeeze. This made the wolf’s toes curl reflexively as a wave of pain travelled through his body, originating from his groin. The interrogator waited for his reply for several moments, but Michael said nothing, refusing even to meet his eyes. “Right. Hard way it is, then.” Roland said.

	The wolf bellowed out a piercing howl as his gonad was compressed, the internals of the organ visibly rearranging as it was crushed between the cruel teeth of the pliers. Roland didn’t let up; he kept the pressure on, gradually increasing it until the testicle was flattened to about half its normal width. The wolf thrashed around like a wild animal, letting out an incessant blood-curdling scream that only stopped when he had emptied all the air from his lungs. After this happened he would gasp in a breath, then return to screaming again right after. The two soldiers that guarded the door squirmed uncomfortably and looked away as they witnessed the horrific torture, their own genitals aching with sympathy pain.

	After having his testicle crushed for all but ten seconds, the male’s will was broken. Michael frantically screamed out a series of numbers and the pliers that flattened his nut were loosened, allowing the organ to partially reinflate. The wolf heaved a sigh of relief as the agony eased up and he got a chance to catch his breath. He slumped forward in his chair, his entire body drenched in sweat as tears dripped from his face. He said nothing, only huffing and panting hard like he’d just gotten done running a marathon.

	The husky took the tool off of Michael’s sac so he could inspect the damaged goods trapped in his paw. The wolf’s gonad was still intact but it was lumpy and uneven, not to mention the black and purple discoloration that appeared where the pliers had gripped his scrotum. After the pressure was lifted from it, the many broken blood vessels within the nut began to leak fluid into the surrounding tissue, causing it to swell up painfully.

	While the interrogator was assessing the damage he had done, the soldier operating the computer entered the code that Michael gave them. The screen flashed red and sounded off a buzz, denying him entry and then prompting him again for the code.

	“He was lying. Start again.” Vince said to Roland, scowling. The husky gave a nod and returned his attention to crushing the wolf’s genitals, positioning the jaws of the pliers back around his damaged sperm factory.

	“No! No! Not again!” The wolf cried out, his voice wavering and cracking. He trembled in fear when he felt the familiar metal teeth encircling the nerve-dense organ between his legs, then screamed when Roland clamped down on it. The lopsided orb gave less resistance than it had the last time it had been squished, already having been well-tenderized. The egg quivered between the opposing pressures, trying but failing to squirt out to safety. The wolf’s body was wracked with unbearable pain as his nut was crushed, and his eyes rolled up into his head as his body jerked around violently within his restraints. He begged his torturer over and over for mercy, sobbing pathetically while he blurted out gibberish between agonized screams. His pleas were met with no reply, and the ball crushing continued.

	After compressing the gonad to its limit, the husky could feel it starting to give out. He watched as the jaws of the pliers snapped closed, accompanied by a fleshy crunching sound. The wolf’s screaming jumped up an octave and blood spurted from his flaccid cock, the red fluid pouring from his urethra and pooling on the seat of his chair. Though his scrotum remained intact, the testicle inside was anything but; it was reduced to a chunky, pulpy soup within less than a second of its outer membrane rupturing.

	The interrogator didn’t let up, continuing to squelch and flatten all the bits of nutmeat that remained trapped between the jaws of his tool until they were thoroughly liquified. After he was sure the gonad was no more than jelly, he released his vice grip on the pliers. He pulled the tool away and squeezed the male’s sac in his paw, feeling only one lump inside, along with a pool of semi-solid meat goo. The wolf squealed as he did so, still experiencing waves of agony from the mangled nerve endings that floated around inside his sac. After confirming he had destroyed one of his victim’s nuts, he released his grip to inspect the wolf’s balls visually. The left side of his scrotum was flat and the skin was discolored, while the right side was fully intact and healthy-looking in contrast. 

	Even after the torture had ceased, the wolf continued to scream and quiver, the pain from his popped testicle lingering long past its destruction. Some time later he began to calm down; partly because his energy was drained, but also because the hoarseness in his throat made it hard to vocalize anything at all.

	Michael’s fear was reignited when he felt the jaws of the pliers fasten around his right nut, which up until that point had remained unharmed. Before Roland had a chance to start flattening it though, the wolf’s eyes went wide and he hyperventilated, then began repeatedly yelling out a new code that was completely different from the first. The pliers remained around his ball, but they did not squeeze yet. The computer operator entered the second number on his keyboard, but it yielded the same result as their first try. The computer screen buzzed and flashed red, though this time an additional message appeared. It warned that repeated failed attempts to login would result in being locked out of the system entirely.

	Roland didn’t need to be told what to do; he squeezed the handles of the pliers, crunching the canine’s only remaining testicle without a shred of mercy. The wolf bucked his hips with all his strength, howling and banging the back of his head on the chair as he tried anything he could think of to distract himself from the pain. He could feel the delicate inner structures of his gonad compressing and spreading out unnaturally, sending a horrific aching pain throughout his entire body. The once firm testicle’s structure began to crumble under the intense strain, producing quiet cracking and snapping noises that made Michael feel nauseous.

	The wolf felt like he was going insane. He screamed out a new, third set of numbers, but his mind was so scrambled that the code he provided wasn’t even the correct amount of digits. The computer operator went to type it in, but before submitting his input to the system he sighed, realizing there was no chance it would work.

	Roland himself began to doubt whether he should keep going, but he did so anyway, as Vance hadn’t yet ordered him to stop. He continued to smash the wolf’s reproductive future with indifference, and the male began to foam at the mouth as his entire body trembled violently.

	The second testicle held out for about as long as the first did before it broke and turned into goo. It splattered wetly inside his sac, its inner tubules and guts gushing out as the whole nut deflated. The wolf’s body gave a final forceful jerk as a pop could be heard, and he went limp in his restraints, his head leaning off to the side.

	“Uh, boss… I don’t think he knew the code.” The computer operator said, turning to look at Vance from over his shoulder. The officer looked frustrated, saying nothing for a few moments as he thought to himself.

	“Clearly he did not. I guess I’ll have to think of something else.” He finally said. “Roland, thank you for your help with this unsavory work.” The fox added, giving him a pat on the shoulder. 

	“Just doing my job.” He replied, rising to his feet. The canine dusted himself off and put the pliers back in his toolbox, then closed its lid. “I’m not sticking around to help clean up, though.” He said, shooting a disinterested glance at the gorey mess he had created.

	“Don’t worry about it, I’ll put in a request for a sanitation worker. They’re used to cleaning up viscera around here.” Vance said, turning away to start off toward the door. “Pack this eunuch up and put him with the rest of the prisoners. He’s useless.” He said to the soldiers guarding the door as he walked away. The soldiers did as he asked, walking to the unconscious male and starting work on releasing him from his restraints.