"Well, as long as you're here," the man said leading William through the uninteresting lobby and through a long dark corridor that opened on to various rooms filled with devices that looked more at home in a mad scientist's lair or S & M dungeon than a spa. William's heart raced.
The delivery room was well lit and painted white. The man stopped and said, "The package is ready for transport, but I'll have to round up the accessories and manual."
William had scanned the room quickly, and not noticed any other people in the room. Now he focused on the large animal crate, surely it was too small to house Chad.
There was a small person on the crate. His legs were shorter than his arms, he was mostly naked except for paws on his feet and hands, a rubber tail sticking out of his ass, a rubber ringed contraption that stretched his bright red balls and pushed his huge cock up against his abs, a large white bandage taped to his right butt cheek, and a dog hood over his head.
"This can't be Chad," William said decisively.
"Oh, but it is. Let me show, you. I really quite proud of our work. See we reduced a 140 lb twink into a 90 lb cock hound. It used to take months of surgery and rehab to get the arms and legs right, but stem cell gene therapy and nanobots, it took just over an hour. The programming is really what takes the most time. And the mass reduction of its body makes this cock hound's penis look even bigger, though we did nothing to affect its size. See," the man said after opening the crate and removing the pup hood, "Chad."
"Whoa, that's Chad alright. What's with the single stripe of hair on his head? Did you remove all his other hair?" Chad stared blankly, drooling slightly, he didn't even respond to his own name.
"Well, the order specified a mohawk. His hair should grow normally, but it was short to start with. The depilatory we use should be reapplied monthly to prevent unwanted hair growth. Part of the accessories I will give you."
He added, "I get it now. You must be a pledge from Gamma Alpha Upsilon. I guessed because of your age, and the tattoo we put on Bingo's right butt cheek."
This time Chad responded to the name Bingo. He trotted out of the crate, wagging his tail vigorously, and with his tongue hanging out.
"Not yet , Bingo. Back in the crate," the man said guiding Chad backwards into the crate. He paused, and looked up at William, and asked, "unless you want a blow job while you wait? Chad's programming requires he service at least two dozen cocks repeatedly for 72 hours or he could become so depressed that he might die. Do you need a condom?"
Silently, pulled a fistful of condoms out of his pocket.
"Never mind. I see you are prepared," the man said, "normally, we never meet the retail consumer. I'm guessing the man who ordered Chad is one of your frat brothers, and probably gave you a discount, which is probably why he sent you instead of his usual crew. We know him as Mr. Masters, but of course that isn't his real name, is it?"
William was so horny, he had been looking forward to fucking Chad, and he was both horrified and excited by Chad's new condition. He'd be a fool not to use him. William put back all but one condom. He tore the packet open, but he wasn't about to put it on with this strange guy watching.
The man laughed, "I didn't really expect you to tell me his name. I can see you're shy. I will give you some privacy." He made a show of lingering in the doorway next to a big mirror, but finally , he went through and closed the door behind him. It didn't occur to William that the mirror might be a one way glass.
The man pulled up a stool to the one way glass, and opened his own fly, as William pulled his hardening cock out and began to roll his condom down it.
"Okay. Chad," William said uncertainly. Chad remained oblivious. Then he recalled what the man called Chad to get a response. He said, "okay? Bingo?"
Instantly, Chad sprang to life. He tapped, and buried his face in William's crotch. William felt Chad's long tongue wrap around his tightening balls. He wondered whether they had done anything to lengthen Chad's tongue. It was all over his condom clad cock. William let his trousers and underwear drop to his ankles. His head tilted back, he closed his eyes. The man behind the glass admired William's flexing ass. Each time he thrust deeper down Bingo's throat in response to the ministrations of the dog slave's tongue.