William said, "First, a sperm sample, before we cut your nuts off."
Chad whimpered softly. This time William did an evil laugh.
Wearing rubber gloves, William filled a glass vial by milking the golden retriever's cock. It was weird, Chad was numb. He didn't even get to enjoy the handjob. But he did experienced the orgasm when he came. It was strange to feel the orgasm without any sensations of sex beforehand.
William frowned, and said, "Dog's shouldn't have mushroom tips. I guess you need more spray."
He walked over and raised a sliding glass door on the enclosure used for washing unruly animals, which was affectionately called the dog wash. It had heavy duty rubber long gloves built in to allow application of caustic flea treatments to unwilling animals. He then disappeared for a couple minutes.
When William returned he was wearing protective gloves, hood, clear face mask and a rubber apron. He lifted up Chad and carried the limp dog over to the dog wash. Then he reached in his apron pocket, took out a cannister, and then set the silver metal cannister between Chad's legs. He lowered the glass door. Then reaching into the dogwash with one of the built in gloves, he twisted the top of the cannister, and it automatically sprayed like a fumigation fogger. He stepped back and watched as a fine mist filled the dogwash.
Chad had trouble breathing as the gas filled his small chamber. He passed out at some point. He awoke to cold water spraying him and the sound of an electric fan removed the moisture and spray residue from the glass chamber. Chad sense of smell seemed to have intensified, as had his sense of hearing. William milked Chad filling two more vials. Then carried Chad back to the metal table. He took off his hazmat apron, and his mask, and left the anesthetized, wet dog alone.
"Dad, can I neuter this one?" William asked as he entered with an older man wearing scrubs.
"I thought Emily said the owner didn't want to have this dog neutered?" said the veterinarian, as he began to feel the numbed dog's musculature. He opened Chad's mouth, inspecting the teeth. He checked eyes and ears.
"I guess he changed his mind," lied William.
"Well, this boy does seem a healthy golden retriever. I don't think there should be any problem with you neutering him."
William beamed. He quickly flipped Chad on his back, and secured the animal with straps, then draped most of Chad's furry body with green surgical sheets. Then William changed his gloves and put on a fresh surgical mask. He ripped open a plastic sterilized surgical kit, and raised a scalpel.
Chad was horrified, they were really cutting off his balls. His mind screamed, "Todd! Help!"
The father and son put neuticles in Chad's now empty scrotum. They implanted a chip. They gave him his shots. Then the vet left William alone with Chad.
"Those balls are going to cost me $50," William complained, " I had planned to leave your nutsack empty, Chad, but Todd would notice if you were missing them. But they had to come off, now there's no chance of you becoming human again, unless I put these back in you." William held up a jar filled with liquid with a couple of what looked like Swedish meatballs floating in it.
Chad moaned softly. His numb skin started to tingle all over. The drug was wearing off. William finished cleaning up after the surgery. He released Chad's straps, and fastened a plastic cone around his neck.