“Hehe I knew you had your eye on me, kid. Interns like you always do.” said Mr. Gohei Fujita as the young grey wolf knelt down in front of him. The akita was an executive at a law firm in California, one of the higher ups just under the CEO. His family had come from Japan recently, his grandparents still speaking their native language, but their children had assimilated American life, and so had Gohei. The big grey dog rubbed the front of his expensive slacks against the intern’s muzzle teasingly, letting him feel the thick sausage that lay beneath the material. That was one more thing Gohei was glad for, that living in America had seemingly dispelled the stereotype about Asians for him. He was by no means small between the legs. 

	“C’mon now, I’ve seen you glancing at my crotch all week, kid. I know you want to see what it looks like and I don’t have all day.” the akita growled, grinding his bulge against the wolf’s cheek. They were in a small storage closet, the smell of old dusty manuscripts and files vying for dominance with the scent of two aroused male canines. Gohei smirked as the young intern reached up and pulled his zipper down and winced as the akita’s hefty member flopped out and smacked against his nose. The scent of it made the intern’s head spin with lust. He reached up, grasping the brownish-skinned dick that hung in front of his nose and teased back Gohei’s foreskin. The plump, purplish knob slid out slowly, moist and already starting to swell. 

	“Like I said, kid, I don’t have all day. Either start sucking it, or I’m going to yank your ‘JC Penny Bargain Bin’ pants down and fuck your ass.” Gohei ordered it, his cock thickening and hardening even more as he commanded the nervous intern. The young wolf nodded, blushing pink under his fur as he slid his muzzle over that demanding shaft and started to bob. 
	
	“Ooooh yeah, hehehe I knew you would be a good cocksucker. And I know from cocksuckers, kid. This dick of mine gets sucked at least three times a week here from various guys. Either they just want to taste my rod, or they’re from a rival firm and I’ve got their balls in a vice and their neck in the noose and they need a little mercy. You’re lucky that you’re the former kind.” Gohei flaunted, lifting one expensive loafer and tapping it against the erection straining against the young wolf’s tight slacks. He flashed his teeth in a predatory grin and then leaned his head back, reaching up and loosening his tie as the kid’s muzzle slid along his fat shaft. He reveled in the occasional gag he heard, loving that the experienced intern was having difficulty with his big sausage. After a moment he reached down and pulled his dick from the wolf’s mouth, tapping it against his nose. 

	“Take a break, kid. You don’t want to be choking up spit and cum all over your shirt, I still expect you to work the day through. Lick my balls.” Gohei growled, reaching down and pulling out his ballsack. His nuts were round and heavy, a hefty set of jewels that the akita was very proud of. He wasn’t small in either department of his manhood, his nuts a perfect match for his heavy cock. “Go on, intern, lick ‘em. You do a good enough job, maybe I’ll write you a letter of recommendation. You need that, if you ever want to get a real job and not end up some mall lawyer who decide which redneck gets the Nascar commemorative plate collection in their divorce settlement.” 

	The wolf panted slightly, staring at those big testicles resting on the front of Gohei’s pants, his dick leaking precum into his briefs. He was blushing hard, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and starting running his tongue over the akita’s heavy jewels. “Awwwwww yeah.....fuck I love that.” Gohei moaned, the sensation of power and dominance multiplying the pleasure radiating from his nuts as the intern licked them. Having his cock sucked was one thing, but there had been plenty of disheveled, begging rival lawyers that had been in the intern’s position. Licking Gohei Fujita’s mighty balls in order to ‘save’ their own. 

*bzzzzzt!* 

Gohei jumped as his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. “Fuck!” he barked, glancing down as the intern looked up. “Don’t stop, fucker, get back on my dick.” the akita ordered, shoving the kid’s face down on his groin as he opened his phone. He felt the intern’s muzzle go back to his cock and resume sucking it as he read the text message he had just gotten. It was urgent. 

	“Goddamn it! Looks like you’re outta luck, kiddo. You ain’t gonna get any of my spunk.” Gohei grunted, frustrated. He pulled his cock out of the intern’s mouth, the shaft glistening with spit and precum. “Fuck, I can’t put this in my pants. Gimme your underwear, kid.” 
	
	Before the young wolf knew what was happening, Gohei had pinned him against the wall and yanked his pants down. “Fuckin’ Hanes, I knew it.” The akita cussed as he stripped the wolf’s white briefs down his legs, the lupine’s hard shaft bobbing needily between his legs. Gohei quickly dropped his pants and stepped out of them momentarily, feeling the intern’s eyes on his junk and powerful thighs and ass. “Get a good look, kid.” he sneered as he slid the young wolf’s briefs up his legs and crammed his stiff, wet cock into them. It bulged obscenely against the white cotton, turning it translucent with the wetness. Gohei got redressed and stepped out without another word, leaving the intern naked from the waist down and with a raging, unsatisfied hard-on. 

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Gohei hurried down to his car, grimacing at the feeling of the rough cheap cotton rubbing at his still mostly erect dick. The briefs kept his pants from getting soiled, but they did little to hide the bulge in them from viewers. Several of his coworkers stared openly at the lump as he hurried past, stopping in their tracks. Gohei just smirked and kept on trotting. He jumped into his car, throwing his briefcase into the passenger seat and started the car. 

	“Fuck these things are going to chafe my damn dick!” he swore as he pulled out of the parking lot, reaching down to adjust his bulge. Gohei was a big dog, broad shouldered and muscular, and it was mirrored by the luxury sedan he drove. It was a big, comfortable car that cost more than most people’s houses. The tinted windows and roomy interior tempted the big akita to finish what the intern had started while he drove, but he decided against it. He was on his way to the hospital after all. He was about to be an uncle. His sister, Akiko, was in labor. 
	Gohei raced to the hospital and up to the maternity ward. He burst into the room, wearing a smock and hairnet over his clothes just as the doctor handed his sister her baby. “Oh, it’s a boy, Thomas.” she said to her husband, an Australian shepherd. 
	
“Of course it is! Ain’t that right, Tom? You aren’t brewing anything but heirs down here, eh?” Gohei exclaimed loudly, slapping Thomas on the back and grabbing his crotch. Thomas grunted, wincing. Gohei had made it look like a lewd, inappropriate joke, but he had squeezed his brother-in-law’s manhood sharply, hurting his nuts. 
	“Uh, yeah....yeah that’s right, Gohei.” Thomas stammered, trying to maintain his composure. 
	“Gohei, stop teasing Thomas.” Akiko admonished, looking very happy but very tired and worn out. “Come here and sat hello to your nephew, Jackson.” 
	“Went with the American name, huh?” Gohei commented, faking a smile as he leaned down and viewed his newborn nephew. Thomas slapped his back. “Yeah, well we decided since Akiko took my name, Smith, he should have an American first name too.” 
	“Of course, of course.” Gohei agreed, smiling at Thomas in a way that made the aussie shepherd take his paw off of the male akita’s back. Thomas was a lawyer for a rival firm, one that was a thorn in Gohei’s side. This fact, coupled with the natural protectiveness that Gohei had for his sister, meant that Gohei severely disliked his sister’s husband. 
	
“I’m going to go get a drink. You two need some time with...Jackson...before mom and dad get here with the rest of the family.” Gohei stepped out of the room, leaving the smock and hairnet behind. He strode down the hallway, his loafers clicking sharply on the marble floor. He growled, clenching his fists. Thomas Smith drove him crazy. All the forced smiles, all the fake laughter and jokes he had had to endure since his sister married the aussie shepherd. It was too much. It had given the aussie somewhat of an immunity to Gohei’s most powerful business tactic, since Gohei couldn’t utterly destroy the shepherd’s confidence and ability to keep his job, since he had to support his sister. The akita would have liked nothing more than to have Thomas on his knees, licking his balls as he begged to keep his job. 

Gohei found the vending machine entirely by accident. He was so wrapped up in his hatred for Thomas that he was walking blind. He was glad that it was one of the machine that had a card reader slot, as a man like him never carried change. As he cracked open the Coke, Gohei steeled himself to go back to the hospital room and deal with an evening putting up with Thomas. He sighed, glancing around. He must have wandered into one of the lesser used waiting rooms, as he found himself completely alone. He felt his balls churn again in his pants. After being stimulated and left without release, the akita felt the wretched ache of blueballs twist his stomach in knots. Gohei was just wondering if he could find a bathroom when a strong arm grabbed him from behind and pressed a chemical soaked cloth to his muzzle. Gohei gasped, and that was his downfall, sending powerful fumes straight to his brain. He sagged against his attacker, and in less than half a minute, was out cold, his Coke spilling unheeded on the carpet. 

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Gohei awoke slowly, his head swimming gradually back toward consciousness. He groaned, his brain aching in his skull almost as much as his balls were in his scrotum. He tried to reach up and grab his aching head, but his arm stopped suddenly in the middle of the motion. He grimaced, brow furrowed in confusion as he tried his other arm, only to find it could reach his head either. Squinting, Gohei discovered two things. One, that he was bound to an exam table and two, that he was missing his pants entirely. The next thing that he saw was a large wolverine in scrubs, twirling the wolf intern’s Hanes on his finger. 
	
“You know, I never thought a dog like Gohei Fujita would wear cheap underwear.” The wolverine said, snickering. He was wearing a face mask, so Gohei couldn’t really tell what he looked like. “I guess you care more about what is on the outside, than what is on the inside, eh?” the wolverine continued. “Which is sad, since, like they say, ‘it’s what’s inside that counts’? For instance, take this big fat ballsack you’re so proud of, Gohei.” The wolverine reached down, scooping up those fat nuts between the akita’s legs. Gohei started to yell, but he found shockingly that he couldn’t. “Oh, don’t try to beg or scream, Gohei, I gave you a nice little shot that paralyzed your vocal cords.” Growled the wolverine, snickering more. “As I was saying, take this big ballsack you love so much. It’s a beautiful pouch, but it’s really what’s inside of it that counts, correct? At least your body knew what your mind didn’t. You’re supposed to wrap precious things in beautiful packaging.” 
	
Gohei squirmed, not liking how the wolverine was talking. He was talking to the akita like Gohei talked to his defeated rivals. “How many of your rivals have you sent to their knees to lick these big balls, Gohei? Ten? Twenty? More? All just to keep their jobs and their paychecks because you just don’t know when to quit. You don’t have mercy, you push companies to take over entire businesses, gut them, and leave the workers destitute. It’s sickening. Some of us are sick of it.” 
	
The akita squirmed, but his body barely responded, whatever tranquilized the wolverine had given him seemed to make him paralyzed, but aware. He watched the large mustelid fondling his balls. Then his eyes went wide when the large male picked up a scalpel. “I suppose it’s time to get to business, Gohei. You see, I was sent here to perform a little task, one that is aptly suited to being performed in a hospital. A rival of yours has been planning this day for a long time, Gohei. Today, Gohei Fujita, your family name ends. I’m going to cut out your balls.” 
	
Gohei’s eyes went wider, he tried to struggle, icy fear running through his veins. He couldn’t resist at all. His body wouldn’t respond beyond a squirm. The wolverine snickered more, casually lowering the scalpel. “I’m doing the world a favor really, Gohei. Your family has been a line of merciless cutthroats for hundreds of years. Your father was as heartless in business as you are, and his father before him was a Yakuza boss. But that all ends today. I’m going to cut off your family jewels and end your possibility of breeding and carrying on your name. Your sister has already thrown away her claim to your bloodline by marrying my boss and knocking her up. Now it’s his bloodline that’s going to continue, not yours.” 

Thomas! This was all Thomas’s doing. Gohei seethed, tried to escape but there was nothing he could do but watch. The exam table was angled just enough that he could see, but not feel what the wolverine was doing. He gaped in helpless shock as he watched his perfect, precious scrotum split open right down the middle. He stared as the wolverine tugged out his naked testicles. They glistened wetly in the bright exam light, pulsing with his life and virility, his family line. Gohei might have been bisexual and preferred males, but he knew how important those pale purplish orbs were to his heritage. 

The wolverine neatly tied the cords off with some sutures, constricting the bloodflow to his precious testicles. “Say goodbye, Gohei, say goodbye to manhood.” the wolverine grinned. His scalpel made quick work of Gohei’s masculinity. Two quick cuts and he was holding up the big male dog’s twitching testicles, severed from him forever. He made a gesture of walking across the room and unceremoniously dumping Gohei Fujita’s precious testicles into the trash can. 

“Now then, Gohei,” The wolverine said as he tucked the cut cords back into the split in the middle of Gohei’s empty scrotum. “There’s just a few more things we have to talk about.” Gohei meanwhile was in shock. He wanted to scream, he wanted to whimper and cry, he wanted to rage at the wolverine, but he could do nothing but stare at the ceiling. He could feel nothing between his legs yet, no pain, no burning, no anything. His balls were gone, and he couldn’t feel anything. “First of all, don’t even try to connect Thomas to any of this. He’s got connections in the judicial system, the police, everything. You’ll never get him convicted. He’s been a thorn in your side for years, you know how clever he is. Secondly, you need to quit your job. If you don’t, I get to come to your house and cut off your dick, got it? Thomas is sick of dealing with you, and so are the rest of the world. So go get a job flipping burgers, and live out the rest of your life a ball-less, mediocre scrub like you made so many of the rest of us.” 

	The wolverine left after that, and Gohei’s body gradually returned to normal. He looked between his legs, seeing that the wolverine had stitched him up, leaving his flaccid empty scrotum as a reminder of what he had lost. He might have been able to move, but he was numb inside. He staggered up, finding his clothes in one corner of the deserted exam room. He got dressed, and wandered slowly back up to the hospital room where his family was waiting. He had been deep in the hospital, some disused exam room that hadn’t seen a patient in years. When he got back, he saw his father patting Thomas on the shoulder, and saying, “So, when are you getting started on the next one!?” the old akita laughed, teasingly. Thomas, looking straight into Gohei’s weary eyes, snickered and grinned, grabbing his crotch. “Well, dad, like Gohei said earlier. I’ve got nothing but heirs boiling down here.”