The big black wolf grunted as the two burly bears shoved him down into the chair. The wolf had a sack over his head and was wearing camo pants and a wifebeater. His fur was matted with sweat, mud and blood. His boots had been taken off, his sweaty socked feet twitching as the bears cuffed his paws behind his back. He growled as they yanked the bag off of his head roughly. His nose was still bleeding, fresh from the beating the bears had given him not fifteen minutes ago. He stared defiantly up at his captors. One of the bears, a large kodiak wearing an olive colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans, cracked his knuckles. “You think that last beating we gave you was rough? That was nothing.” 
The other bear, a smaller black bear, wearing a black wifebeater and blue jeans, smiled devilishly and leaned on the back of the wolf’s chair, his head alongside the wolf’s ears. “We’re gonna work ovah ya jewels, mate. Boss’s ordahs.” his Aussie accent was thick and his voice dripped with amusement. The wolf’s tough face wavered for a moment, but that steely gaze of hatred snapped back toward the Kodiak. 
“He ain’t kiddin’, jarhead. Boss wants yer balls busted, but good, understand?” the kodiak growled in his gravelly smoker’s voice, lighting up a fresh cig nonchalantly, “Don’t worry though, you’ll still be a man when we’re done, but I guarantee yer gonna wish ya was born with a cunt instead of a cock.” 
“Ah sure wish he was a bitch instead of a bucko, mate. I ain’t got mah rocks off in weeks, yeah?” The black bear grumbled, groping his crotch. “I’m sicka crankin’ it in mah bunk.” 
“Shuddup, McKay, lets crack this fucker’s eggs so the boss can get to work.” the kodiak grunted, blowing a cloud of smoke. He reached down, and pushed the wolf’s thighs apart. “I’m gonna drop yer pants, jarhead, so ya better be still and take what I got to give, else I might get angry and get myself in trouble with the boss. Ya don’t want any of that shit, cause it’ll mean ya big soldier balls got flattened proper, capiche?” The wolf snarled and spat at the bear. “Do your fuckin’ worse, asshole. I can take your pussified punches.” 
“Haha bucko’s got balls, don’t ‘e?” The black bear snickered, as the kodiak started unbuckling the the soldier’s pants. “Not fah long though, eh? Heheheheh!” 
The kodiak’s gaze snapped over the black bear like a bucket of ice water. “I know yer a sadist, McKay, but if you break this fucker’s stones, the boss’ll have yours off and in a jar before you can blink. So ya better keep yer shit together.” 
He jerked the soldier’s pants, roughly yanking them down to his feet leaving the soldier wolf in nothing but a wifebeater, dog tags and his socks. His fat hefty cock hung between his thighs, lolling over his dangling testicles. The room where he was being held was hot, and the heat had loosened up his tackle nicely. 
“Whoooeee we got us a HUNG soldier here, eh. Betcha the dames just can’t get enough of that fat fucker.” The black bear, McKay teased lewdly elbowing the wolf. The jarring noise of a roll of duct tape made the wolf jump. The Kodiak reached down, a piece of tape in one paw, and lifted the wolf’s big soft dick and pressed it to his belly. “This’ll hurt like a bitch when it comes off, but yer pecker’ll be in the way, and the boss has plans for that.” he said, taping the wolf’s cock to his stomach. The soldier grimaced and looked down past his flat chiseled abs, past his taped cock, to his dangling vulnerable testicles in their soft black scrotum. Then he looked at the Kodiak’s horny, thickened knuckles. And gulped. 
“Hehe he’s finally got the idea.” The black bear snickered. “Got to it, mate, I wanna hear him howl.” 
The soldier’s bravado wavered as the bear swung his fist back in a wide arc, he was ready to open his muzzle to negotiate when the blow landed, crunching his fat balls straight into the bottom of the chair. His eyes popped open wide enough to roll out of his head, the air rushing out of his lungs in a great groan. “Owwwwww FUCK! My BALLS!” he gasped, tossing his head, pulling at the cuffs. 
The bear blew another cloud of smoke and swung his fist back again. Thud! The wolf’s eyes crossed, tears welling in them as his toes strained against his socks. He stared down, his balls aching intensely. “God, no more, no more! I...fuck...my balls!” he panted, squirming as the kodiak cracked his knuckles again. “Heh...two punches and ya want it ta stop? Pfft yah pansy assed soldier buckos ain’t got the balls to back up ya bravado.” McKay snickered. “Shove over, Stoff, lemme have a whack at the boyo’s tackle.” 
Stoff, the Kodiak, straightened up and flicked away his cigarette butt. “I’m warning you, McKay, if this guy ends up like that mercenary we did in Kenya, I’ll cut yer fuckin’ dick off myself.” 
“Fuck off, Stoff, lemme have a little fun, jeezus.” McKay snarled, pushing the Kodiak aside. “Oooh now lemme see here, Mmm got some BIG nuts dontcha, jarhead? Already getting bruised.” The black bear cupped the wolf’s nuts, and clenched his paw down hard. 
“AIIEE! Fuck!” The wolf howled, clenching up as his sore and aching balls were mashed in a vice like grip. He trembled, sweat running down his muzzle as his teeth clenched and his head rolled on his neck. “Fuck, fuck! Stop! Goddamn it stop!” He knew he wasn’t doing his army or his sergeant proud, but these assholes were beating on his precious balls. They never covered this in basic! He blushed, ashamed of himself, but panted. “I’ll suck your cock, McKay, just lay off my BAAAALLLLLLSSSSAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” as he finished the sentence, McKay clenched down even harder, making the wolf’s deep bass shoot up several octaves as he howled out loud enough that the Kodiak winced. 
“Oh ya will, will ya? Mebbe I’ll just haftah take ya up on that.” He stood up, glancing at Stoff. “His boys are bruised enough, lemme get mah rocks off, eh?” 
“Now now, McKay, let’s not get hasty.” A more even tone of voice spoke from the shadows. A tall silver furred fox in a suit stepped out of the darkness, into the pool of light from the room’s single bulb. “Boss!” McKay gasped, stepping away from the wolf. As he did, the soldier noticed the lump in his jeans. 
“Remember that you are just muscle I hired to do my dirty work. If you don’t do your job, you’ll be disposed of.” The fox stated simply, waving one white gloved paw. He had a silver-headed ebony cane in his other paw, leaning on it. He didn’t look very old. He was wearing a black suit, with an ebony cravat around his throat, a sparkling blue gem set in the center of it. His collar was white, and his wingtip shoes had white spats. 
“You’re done here, boys, go wait outside.” he ordered coldly after his statement. The two bears hurried out, cowed like boys scolded by their father. The silver fox strode forward, his shoes snapping sharply on the concrete floor. “Now then, a sight this is. A strong soldier tied to a chair, pants around his ankles and begging to suck the cock of the bear abusing his balls. Pity. For shame.” The fox shook his head, but his lips curled into a thin smirk. 
“Who...who are you?” the wolf growled, panting, sweaty, his balls churning in agony. “Who I am is not important for you to know, Pvt. Anders. You may call me Ermine, if you must call me anything. You however, know something that I would very much like to know. Tell me now, and you’ll wake up in a ditch near your base none the worse than you already are.” 
Ermine’s thin smirk widened, a wicked grin. “Resist, and I’ll be forced to drag the information out of you. Tell me the security codes for your base.” 
Pvt. Anders, the ball-busted wolf in the chair, opened his mouth. But what came out was not security codes. “Fuck you.” He growled. In the back of his mind, his shame at asking to suck the bear’s cock was growing, pushing him to redeem himself. 
“Now that’s certainly not what I wanted to hear.” Ermine shook his head, but his grin stayed in place. He pulled off his pristine white gloves and walked over to the soldier on the chair, reaching into his pocket as he sat his cane on the floor. What he pulled out, surprised Anders more than anything else that night. It was a bottle of lube. He stared, green eyes confused, as the fox squirted it into the palm of his right paw. He discarded the bottle and reached down with his dry paw, and sharply and succinctly yanked the duct tape off of the wolf’s stomach. “YOW!” the wolf barked, his cock stretching out roughly as it stuck to the tape, his sensitive cockhead feeling nearly yanked off as it came off the tape. Fur clung to the tape, but his cock flopped down onto his balls, making Anders groan sickly from the nausea that curled around his gut. 
Ermine however, knelt and reached down, and the next thing Anders felt was his cock grasped in a cool, slick, lube covered paw that began to steadily stroke and fondle his soft dick. “Wh-what are you....doing?” he whimpered, very confused as his cock started to respond to the fox’s stroking. It thickened, stiffening despite the soreness of his balls. 
“I’m stroking your cock, Pvt. Anders.” Ermine said simply, as though it was the most normal thing he could be doing. 
“After ordering your cronies to bust my balls? Why?” Anders asked, watching the fox’s narrow fingers grip and work his shaft. He couldn’t help but let out a little moan as those knuckles passed over his knob again and again. 
“Because two of three things are guaranteed to happen tonight, Pvt. Anders. One,” The fox held up a clean finger on his other paw. “You’re going to get the best handjob of your life. Two,” He raised up another. “You ARE going to tell me the security codes. Those two things are guaranteed. the last is a variable and it’s up to you to decide whether or not it happens, Pvt. Anders. And it is this. You refuse me the codes until I lose my patience with you, and I’ll castrate you before I let you orgasm. Are we clear?” Ermine said with deadly intent, his gray eyes cold and hard as chunks of iron. 
“C-c-c-castrate me?” Anders stuttered in shock, his eyes wide, but his cock twitched, making his toes do the same in his socks. 
“Yes, but let’s not focus on that ugly little detail now. Why don’t you just lay back for a bit and enjoy my paw on your hard needy cock. I bet it’s been awhile since you’ve had any fun, hasn’t it. You should just give me the codes now, and not have to worry about me cutting your balls off. You can just sit back, get a nice handjob and go home. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Ermine wheedled, milking the wolf’s thick veiny cock. His paws slid over the shaft firmly, squeezing the tip, massaging the soldier’s fat knob with his fingers. Anders panted, his feet kicking in his socks, chest rising and falling in the wifebeater. His bruised, musky balls were bouncing heavily between his thighs, swaying in his sac. He grit his teeth tightly, eyes squinched closed at the pleasure pulsing through him from his cock. “Mmm you have such a nice cock, Anders. Would be such a shame if it was disabled.” Ermine quietly commented. “You shouldn’t have to give up being a man for the thankless job of being a soldier. Just give up. You don’t owe them anything.” 
Anders groaned, his body shaking and sweating, the fox’s paws working his cock like no paws, mouth or ass ever had. He shook his head, trying to ignore the fox, trying to cum quickly. but those paws seemed to sense his intention, keeping him off the rise toward orgasm, stimulating him, but stalling the pleasure’s rise. 
“Heheh nice try, Anders, but I’m in control here. You won’t be gushing any semen until I decide to milk it out of you. And if you keep trying my patience, you won’t be gushing any semen at all...unless you decide to cum while I’m removing your testicles...” Ermine murmured, taking his paws and beginning to pay special attention to the wolf’s cockhead and frenulum, the two most sensitive parts of his big cock. Ander’s bucked, gasping, his back arching in the chair as the fox’s paws pounded over his nerves. It was mind blowing how good it felt. He twitched, drool running down his chin. 
“Come on now, just one little sequence of numbers and I’ll let you cum. Come on, you can do it, Anders. I’ll be honest, I WANT to see you cum. You’re such a stud. Don’t give up your manhood just for a misguided sense of duty. It’s not worth your balls, man!” Ermine cajoled, really applying his paws to the big wolf’s cock, working him right up to the edge. He was so close to blowing, Private Anders was whimpering like a puppy. “Please, please don’t make me do this. Let me cum!” He gasped, that razor’s edge of pleasure so very close, so white hot in his loins. His balls churned, rolling in his sac. 
“I won’t. All you have to do is tell me the codes. That’s all.” Ermine pushed more, sweat rolling down his own brow in neat little beads, just like the precum from the wolf’s rock hard cock. His cockhead couldn’t get more engorged without bursting, his shaft hard as a steel bar. 
“Come on now, do it. Spit it out and let your balls unload, Pvt. Anders!” Ermine panted. 
Anders sobbed for breath, his socks so soaked with sweat that they rolled down his paws, bunched around his ankles and nearly slipping off with every jerk of his legs. His wifebeater was almost see-through now. His willpower snapped like a twig and a sequence of numbers rolled out of his mouth almost of their own accord. 
“Good boy.” Ermine chuckled. What Anders felt next made him freeze on the chair. He had been expecting a huge burst of orgasmic pleasure pouring through his body like white hot lava. He had expected to feel his cock stiffen to its limits, his body to buck his eyes to blank to white as he ejaculated ropes of thick white cum all the way to the ceiling. He expected anything but the cold, sharp, jarring slice between his legs that separated his big furry wolf balls from his groin. He had been so wrapped up in his pleasure that he hadn’t noticed Ermine produce the scalpel that had just taken his balls off. Anders shook in his seat as Ermine released his cock, slick with precum and lube, ready to burst, but without a drop of cum on its length. Instead, the fox lifted up Ander’s severed ballsack, and its hefty treasures inside it. “I’m afraid I told a little lie, Private Anders. You see, your sergeant was much more cooperative with me. I gave him a fine handjob and sent him on his way, your security codes safely in my possession. You however, Well I’m afraid I just wanted to cut your balls off, Private Anders. You see I’m of a particular taste, and I don’t often get to have my favorite kind of fun. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other work to attend to, and from the looks of things, so do you.” Ermine gestured, and the stunned Anders glanced around him, and found himself looking down the barrel of one fat, musky uncut bear cock, belonging to McKay. Behind him, Stoff was in the middle of hauling out his own cock, still soft but enormous. “Have fun boys.” Ermine chuckled, strolling away, cane in one paw. One hefty, sweaty, and very much stolen, set of wolf balls in the other.