Chad couldn't escape his father's firm grasp. His gloved hands were everywhere.
"Chad sure is a bit of squirmer. His muscle tone is good, and his organs seem healthy. I should get a sperm sample to make sure he's normal, if you decide not to fix him."
No, no, no! screamed Chad's mind. His own father was going to give him a hand job.
"That sounds like a great idea, doc," said Karl with an evil grin.
He's my dad! whined Chad.
"Hm, he doesn't seem to cooperative," Chad's dad commented. Then he unstoppered a brown glass bottle. Chad's eyes went wide, and he started to yap. His red cock swelled out of its furry sheath. He explained to Karl, "Pheromones. The scent of a bit cheaper in heat."
Chad glared at Karl, as his father milked his balls into a plastic container.
"There, Chad, that wasn't so bad was it."
Chad's body started to limp. His father administered three shots in rapid succession, before setting Chad down on the exam counter. Chad bolted and stopped short. A four foot drop from the exam table was pretty far when you're a little wiener dog.
The computer monitor hooked up to the microscope displayed thousands of squirming sperm from Chad's sample.
"Wow, your dog looks like a good candidate for breeding."