"Junior, Area XX needs a routine patrol, but we’re short on manpower right now. Could you back us up and handle it?" 

　"Sir, yes, sir! No problem!" 

　"Thanks, I'm counting on you. Just make sure you arrive at the destination before 1200 hours!" 

　"Understood. I’ll pack my gear, suit up, and head out immediately!" 

　After donning my gear, I set off for Area XX, arriving well ahead of the designated time. 

　This was a remote border zone—sparsely populated and rarely seeing any conflict. It was generally considered a highly safe and stable sector. 

　However, after waiting at the rendezvous point for a long time, the reinforcement who was supposed to relieve me still hadn’t shown up. Thinking they might have been delayed by an unexpected situation, I began to scout the surrounding perimeter. While scanning the area, I spotted a figure clad in our military uniform in the distance. Naturally assuming it was my contact, I quickened my pace and walked toward them. 

　Right at that moment, disaster struck. Two figures suddenly blindsided me from behind. Before I could make any countermeasure or react, a heavy blow knocked me into total darkness. 

　A simple, routine patrol mission had turned out to be a meticulously laid trap, and I had fallen straight into enemy hands. 

　When I finally regained consciousness, my senses slowly returned to a terrifying reality. My feet were locked flat into restraints, my wrists were heavily bound by iron shackles, and a thick blindfold completely cut off my vision. I quickly realized I was in enemy custody. My mind raced as I desperately tried to prepare myself for the interrogation ahead. I had to endure whatever torture they threw at me to protect our vital intelligence. My base was stationed not far from this sector; if the enemy extracted its exact coordinates and internal layouts, the entire garrison would be obliterated. 

　"Oh, look who’s finally awake. Let’s get started, shall we?" 

　The speaker possessed the cold, calculating voice of the enemy's Chief Interrogator. At his command, the shackles on my wrists were unlocked, but before I could even breath, my arms were forcefully yanked up and chained onto a vertical rack, leaving me utterly immobilized. 

　"Let's be civil here. If you reveal your base's coordinates and deployment intelligence right now, you can spare yourself the physical agony that follows," the interrogator offered smoothly. 

　"You won't get a single shred of intelligence out of my mouth!" I spat back, gritting my teeth. 

　"Is that so?! Excellent. That is exactly the answer I wanted to hear," he chuckled darkly. 

　"Unzip his pants. Pull out his cock!" 

　"What... what the hell do you think you're doing?!" I panicked, my heart hammering against my ribs. 

　"From this point on, my interrogation will focus entirely on torturing your cock," the interrogator murmured. 

　"My, you've got a rather large piece here! That means a much bigger surface area for pain. I'm genuinely looking forward to this!" 

　"You... you sick pervert!!" I yelled. 

　"I am indeed the most sadistic officer among our intelligence branch," he smiled, his voice dripping with malice. 

　"So, you better make sure I thoroughly enjoy myself!" 

　The moment he finished speaking, his hands moved over my exposed flesh. He began aggressively kneading and tugging at my shaft. Under the alternating, intense friction, my body betrayed me, and my cock gradually began to swell and stiffen. 

　Suddenly, he gripped my collar with one hand, while using his other hand to brutally and repeatedly slap my erection. 

　"Does it feel good?! Are you enjoying this?!" he mocked. 

　"Slapping a cock this big brings a special kind of thrill! The texture is exquisite!!" 

　A man’s greatest pride—and his most vulnerable vulnerability—was now entirely at the mercy of the enemy, turned into a plaything to be humiliated and slapped at whim, while I remained completely powerless to defend it. 

　Suddenly, the slapping stopped. Just as I thought he had grown tired and that I might catch a brief moment of respite, a heavy, merciless kick delivered straight into my cock and testicles. A blood-curdling shriek ripped from my throat. The sheer agony caused all the strength to instantly drain from my body, and my instincts screamed at me to collapse to my knees. But with my hands and feet chained securely to the rack, I couldn't even drop down to catch my breath. And that was only the beginning; he unleashed a barrage of precise kicks, every single strike registering a direct hit to my vitals. My cock and balls bore an indescribable, agonizing trauma, and my pathetic, shattered screams echoed endlessly throughout the interrogation room. 

　After an untold number of rounds, I hung limply from the rack, completely broken and devoid of any strength. 

　"Looks like he's lost all capability to resist. Time for the next phase!" 

　I was unchained from the rack, my body completely paralyzed like gelatin. They wrenched my arms behind my back, tying them securely, and then hoisted the ropes upward, suspending me from a hook on the ceiling. 

　"Next, I am going to strip away that proud uniform of yours, layer by layer," the interrogator whispered in my ear. 

　"Think of it as stripping away your dignity, piece by piece!" 

　Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned my military tunic one by one, causing my dog tags to slip out and dangle heavily against my bare chest. Once the shirt was fully undone, my pants were unzipped once more and slowly dragged down to my ankles, exposing my bruised, aching manhood to the room for a second time. 

　Simultaneously, the interrogator snapped a tight, narrow rubber band around the very base of my shaft. 

　"With this tied tight, the blood won't be able to recede, forcing your cock to maintain a constant, engorged erection," he explained with a sadistic grin. 

　"It’s quite a magnificent sight, but if left on too long, your manhood will be permanently ruined. We’ll just keep our little game going until you're ready to talk!" 

　My pants were completely stripped off. They used an iron spreader bar to lock my ankles wide apart, forcing me into a humiliating, spread-eagle posture. My uniform shirt was peeled all the way back behind my shoulders, leaving my naked body on full display while my military dog tags swung back and forth against my chest. 

　Next, he attached heavy clamps weighted with metal balls onto my nipples, letting gravity pull ruthlessly down on the sensitive flesh. 

　"The nipple clamps swaying right alongside your military dog tags... what a gorgeous composition," he admired. 

　"If you still have no intention of speaking, I’ll proceed to the next step". 

　The interrogator stepped behind my suspended body. Reaching around from behind, he began to tug and stroke my bound erection, while his other hand flicked the nipple clamps and slapped my swollen testicles. The throbbing trauma from the earlier kicks hadn't faded, and now, subjected to this relentless combination of pain and forced stimulation, a conflicting sensation of agony and sheer arousal intertwined. My cock throbbed uncontrollably, becoming harder and harder. 

　"Look at you. You love being played with, don't you? Getting this rock hard!" he taunted. 

　"Let's see if your backdoor is just as begging for attention!" 

　Without warning, he shoved his index finger brutally into my tight rear entrance. A sharp cry tore from my lips, and my feet instinctively strained on tiptoes to escape the intrusion. But he had no intention of letting me off; he pushed deeper, ruthlessly pumping his finger back and forth inside me. Once the passage loosened slightly, a second finger forced its way in, followed by a third, reducing me to a pathetic mess of endless groans and agonizing wails. 

　"Scream all you want, but your cock is still rock hard, and look at all this pre-cum dripping out!" he laughed. 

　"You are incredibly excited, aren't you? You absolutely love it!" 

　I lost all track of how long the interrogation and sexual violation lasted. Locked in that helpless posture, I possessed zero ability to flinch, dodge, or protect myself, left with no choice but to endure their comprehensive, degrading assault 

　Eventually, my body succumbed to exhaustion, and I blacked out. 

　When I finally came to, an unknown amount of time had elapsed. I discovered that my uniform clothes had been put back on, but my hands remained bound tightly behind my back. Thick duct tape was plastered over my eyes and mouth, leaving me completely blind, mute, and ignorant of my surroundings. 

　"Ah, he’s here. Pull his cock out!" 

　At the interrogator’s command, one guard pinned my torso to suppress any thrashing, while another unzipped my fly and roughly hauled my manhood out into the cold air. 

　As it was being pulled out, the guard took the opportunity to squeeze and fondle it a few times. To my absolute shame, my cock reacted to the sudden stimulation and began to harden once more. 

　At the exact same time, a harsh, scraping sound echoed nearby—the unmistakable noise of someone sharpening metal. 

　"Sir, the blade has been sharpened. We are ready," a henchman reported. 

　"Excellent," the interrogator replied. 

　"I’ve officially lost interest in interrogating you. However, you should still be able to satisfy my culinary appetite!" 

　His cryptic words left my mind spinning in confusion, entirely unable to grasp what horror lay in store. 

　The next second, the interrogator’s hand clamped firmly around my erection. Immediately following, the freezing, icy edge of a blade pressed hard against the very base of my shaft. 

　"Honestly, clad in this uniform, you make quite a handsome officer," he murmured close to my ear. 

　"And I must thank you for giving me such an entertaining time!" 

　"Stripping away a man’s pride while he wears the very military uniform he holds so dear... what a glorious irony. The manhood of a handsome officer... it will make a truly delicious delicacy!" 

　In that horrific instant, his gruesome intention became crystal clear, but I was utterly powerless to mount any struggle. As the enemy interrogator finished his countdown—"Three, Two, One!"—a soul-shattering, blinding agony instantly replaced the icy sensation of the blade. My muffled, agonizing shrieks exploded against the duct tape, echoing violently through the torture chamber. 

　Ultimately, my manhood was severed completely, destined to become an exotic feast for the enemy interrogator. 

　Sometime later, the officer was discovered at the original patrol site, barely clinging to his last breath. His upper body uniform was perfectly neat and buttoned up, but his lower half was left entirely naked—a deliberate display showcasing his brutally castrated groin. Scattered all around his bleeding body were several photographs documenting his genitals being defiled and toyed with by the enemy, forming a stark, horrifying contrast to the decorated soldier he once was...