"Aw, Sally, you cut off Chad's nuts before I got the sample of dog sperm," whined Rick. "I brought a microscope projector and everything so I could point out the differences between human and dog sperm."
Sally smirked, "Well, he was all dog when I snipped his balls off, so there should be dog sperm in here." She picked up Chad's sac from the desk and tossed them to Rick.
"I hope so," Rick said grabbing a scalpel and an empty syringe.
"Hey, when you're done with his scrotum, can I have it?" Bruno asked.
"Why are you into eating rocky mountain oysters?" Sally asked in disgust.
"Huh? No, I might feed the meat to my dog Max? But the leather I'll tan to make a pouch for my nose and earplugs for when I swim," Bruno explained, "it looks like the perfect size, and it's something to remember Chad by. A trophy or souvenir, if you like?"
"Sally, while I extract the sperm, will you finish Chad's mods before the paralytic agents wears off. I want dog boy in an animal crate and shipped off to police dog training before he can move," Rick said.
Sally docked Chad's tail, and asked Bruno to taxidermy it into a pen for her, as her souvenir.
"Yo, Chad, that was so fucking cool. Can't believe you volunteered to become a neutered guard dog. Oh, I know you're hoping to be a K-9 unit, but most dogs trained at our brothers' Dog Training Academy end up as private security guard dogs," Bruno said as he loaded still immobilized Chad into the animal crate in the back of his pickup truck.
"Rick explained how you felt you peaked, and life would never get any better than when you won the football championship and got voted MVP, so becoming a dog was better than suicide. You probably don't even remember being human, do you boy?" Bruno said latching the crate shut.
Chad moaned and whined guttural dog sounds, but he thought he spoke. He had Begged Sally not to cut off his tail, but all she heard was whines and weak barks. He might be a dog now, but he remembered everything. He hadn't been depressed. He had been looking forward to college football, and winning the Heisman. Why had Rick done this to him? Wait! His brother Brad and Bruno's brother Victor were going to train him? Those bastards were sadistic. Chad had spent a week last summer working at their dog training school, it was supposed to have been all summer, but Chad was horrified by the methods employed to train the dogs, so he quit. He got a job at Pet Smart instead.
Brad grinned as appalled Chad had complained about their methods, and replied, "Chad, they're only dumb dogs. The faster we train them, the faster we get paid, and the faster we get a new batch of bitches to train." Chad had learned the first day that all the dogs were spayed or neutered, so in Brad's parlance nutless dogs were all bitches.
Damn, he had told Sally that.
Oh, fuck. He never had a chance of keeping his balls, if he was destined for Brad's and Victor's all along. His taped ear twitched. The curare was wearing off.
"Anyway, Chad, I hope you'll be happy with your dog's life," Bruno said closing up the tailgate on his truck. "Rick and Victor told me not to tell Brad that you used to be his brother. Vic said he was going to let Brad try his special new training method on you. It's one on one training with him and Brutus. Hope you make K9, Chad."
Then Bruno headed back to class. The room was dark. Rick had the microscope projector working, and was pointing out the differences between the conical dog sperm head and the rounder human sperm head.