Chad was hopping on one foot when Chandler came upon him, as he struggled to pull a thorn out of his foot.
He stared in horror as his father aimed the gun at him. There was a flash of light, and Chad was now just his cock and balls mounted to a wooden plaque. It had his name and date of his hunt engraved on it. His father shoved him into his cargo pants pocket. Chad was conscious the whole time. Didn't his father realize that? Apparently not? Or he didn't care? It was two days before Chad saw the light of day again. When he did he was in father's study. He was shocked to see his brother's startled face sitting on the desk nearby. Just his brother's head. His father lifted the top off his brother's head, and scooped out some tobacco to put in his pipe. He put Greg's hair back on top of his face, and patted the top of his new humidor. Then he struck a match across Greg's nose, and lit his pipe. Chad felt sick about his brother, But he also felt relief that he was only a paperweight, and not a shower head or urinal or a humidor.
Chandler puffed on his pipe, and went through his bills. He periodically would grab Chad and lift his up and put paid bills underneath him. It was horrible, Chad was only his cock and balls, and his dad sweaty hand kept grabbing his cock and balls and lifting him up. He wanted to sob, but cocks don't cry.
Later that day, his father's secretary came in, and lifted him up, and collected the paid bills to file. Then set Chad back down. A few hours later, the housekeeper came in with an ostrich feather duster, and tickled him, and stared at him. Damn, she knew he wasn't just a paperweight. She knew he was Chad! She spent nearly half an hour dusting him, tickling him mercilessly, and giggling the whole time.
Chad woke with a start. His father picked him up off his home office desk, and dropped him into his attache case. Then he closed it. Chad lay in the darkness of the attache for hours.
Finally, the case opened.
"Arthur, I did get to go Jock Hunting this year," Chandler said, "Ah, here it is, my trophy!" He pulled Chad out of the box, and handed the plaque mounted manhood to a young nerdy looking man.
Arthur held the perverse trophy, and read the inscription. His jaw dropped. He gasped.
"This is your son Chad?"
"Yeah, Greg's a bareskin rug in front of my fireplace at home. I've been trying to get Chad to spend more time at the office, so I think as a paperweight for the next few weeks or month or so, as a paperweight, Chad will have no choice but to learn how my company operates."
"Oh, he's paler and smaller than I expected," Arthur blurted out.
"Yeah, I guess fear made him shrink when I bagged him," he sighed, "I thought you might arrange some enhancements. Perhaps a saline injection, and maybe some Cialis, and some water proof makeup, perhaps?"