Chandler sat in the meeting feeling intimidated the entire time. Mr. Stockman sat at the head of the table with his four trophies behind him. Chandler kept staring at his two boys finding it hard to concentrate on the meeting. His business hadn't done so well since he lost his boys to his competitor.
After the meeting, Chandler stayed for a little after everyone left. He went up to his two boys and petted their heads, "How are you holding up." They of course couldn't answer.
They looked nice and healthy. Brad didn't look as powerful or intimidating but he looked nice in his own soft way. Brad wasn't supposed to be a trophy. Chandler hoped that Bill would find a way to change Brad's status.
Mr. Stockman came back, "I knew you would stay behind. I have another bit of business to discuss with you. You don't mind if I polish my trophies while we talk, do you?"
This was another intimidation tactic to polish his trophies in front of Chandler but Chandler couldn't politely refuse. "No, I don't mind."
Mr. Stockman had a cart with the supplies he needed for polishing. First thing he did was place all four trophies in a hot, soapy bath together. The water was 105 degrees F (40 C), just barely tolerable.
Mr. Stockman said, "I understand you need a supply of ruthenium. I have some to sell."
Chandler said, "I understand that you bought up a ton that you don't need. You want to drive the price up."
Mr. Stockman picked Chad up and a straight razor (no safety). He began stroking the balls with the razor shaving off the stubble and old skin. "I thought I needed it but it turns out I don't. You do."
Chandler felt intimidated. Mr. Stockman had his boys by the balls, literally. He had to psyche himself up by reminding himself that Chad was just a trophy and should expect this treatment as normal. "You spent one-hundred-thousand on your supply and I shouldn't..."
Mr. Stockman squeezed Chad's balls while holding the razor at the base of Chad's dick, "That is false information."
Chandler asked, "Are you accusing me of lying?"
Mr. Stockman said, "No, I'm saying you have false information."
Chandler said, "I got my information from several independent sources including the company you bought the ruthenium from."
Mr. Stockman said, "They are wrong. I know how much I paid."
Chandler asked, "How much do you think you paid."
Mr. Stockman said, "I don't have to tell you." He slid the razor slowly along the length of Chad's cock right up to the glans.
Chad had become tight from erection. He was scared of the razor as he felt the sharp blade. He squeaked from pain. It was barely audible but it sounded faintly like a scream to Chandler. Mr. Stockman expertly held the base of Chad to prevent Chad from release. Chad hadn't had a release in days. He was constantly on the edge especially now that he was also on the edge of the blade. He was Mr. Stockman's possession.
Chad remembered his brief time as a human. Chandler had kept him a trophy right up to the beginning of the next hunt so Chad didn't have a chance to train. He didn't get to wear clothes or jerk off either. He had to run naked into the forest where he was immediately ambushed by Mr. Stockman. He'd spent a total of ten minutes as a human the last three weeks and the rest of that time as a cock. Even as a human, his cock was this huge thing he couldn't ignore. He was erect as he ran with his gigantic cock bouncing in front of him. And now, once again, This gigantic cock is all he was.