By Nickolai

Chad sprang back up on his hands off the floor and raised his head slowly to see first a pair of bare ankles, then bare legs, then a white lab coat, and above, peering down at him, the smiling face of the doctor.

“Why, hello Chad,” said the doctor. “It’s good to see that you’re up and about.”

Flanking the doctor on either side stood two big bruisers with barrel chests and huge arms. They looked exactly the same, both of them with shaved heads and thick necks, and they were dressed the same, too, in nothing but tight white muscle t-shirts and jockstraps. Chad would think he was seeing double if the doctor wasn’t standing between them.

Chad knew instinctively that whatever the doctor and his goons had planned, he wasn’t going to like it. His adrenaline surged, bringing his muscles back to life. If ever there was a time he needed his star running back abilities outside a football field, this was it. He pulled himself up into his stance, lowered his head, and then lunged forward, breaking through the blockade. He stumbled at first, and then with a clear path ahead of him he scrambled down the hallway for a six-yard gain, before the Taser dart hit him in the ass.

Chad crumpled to the floor with the electrode embedded in his bare left butt cheek. The orderlies were on him immediately. Each of them took hold of an ankle and they began to retrieve him, dragging his twitching body along the floor.

“Careful, boys,” warned the doctor. “That’s trophy meat! No bruises!”

“Sure boss,” said one. They flipped Chad onto his back and continued hauling him into the examination room.

Dr. Stone helped Albert to his feet. “Are you all right Mr. Johnson?”

“Yeah, I’ll be OK. Little bastard kicked me in the nuts!”

“I should have warned you that the patient tends to rebound rather quickly after the drug dissipates.”

Albert rubbed his still smarting testicles. “I told him that I should have you cut off his balls, too.”

The doctor’s eyes lit up. “We could easily arrange to do a full procedure, if you’d like.”

“Nah, let him keep ‘em,” said Albert. “For now, anyway.”

“We do often find they come in useful during the rehabilitation phase of the treatment downstairs,” the doctor conceded.

“You know, I hadn’t even thought about that. This is all so new to me.”

“Don’t worry, Fritz and Bruno will be there to guide you every step of the way.”

Albert pointed to the two beefy attendants who were dragging Chad to the center of the room. “These guys? Are they clones?”

“Shhh!” whispered the doctor, with a finger to his lips. “They’re a bit sensitive about that. Actually, Fritz and Bruno are original humans—identical twins.”

With well-practiced moves, the twin thugs prepared Chad for the ordeal ahead. Bruno sat astride the temporarily stunned boy’s chest, with the big bulge of his jock practically in his face, while he attached leather cuffs to Chad’s wrists. Meanwhile, Fritz stood at the control panel along the wall to lower the restraint apparatus from its recessed confines above them. With the press of a button, the ceiling panel slid open, and two shiny telescoping sets of cylinders, four feet apart, descended with hydraulic smoothness. The final length of each was a solid five-inch diameter steel piston, capped with a steel ring at the bottom. Fritz halted the downward progress of the pistons two feet above Chad’s prone body, and then joined his brother to help him attach the boy’s wrists to the rings.

Coming out of his stupor, Chad immediately began protesting and kicking up a fuss. “Get off me you fuckers! What the hell is this? Get your junk off my face, you queer!”

“Clone boy sure got a smart mouth on him, don’t he?” remarked Bruno.

“With the size of that piece, it probably thinks it’s human,” Fritz commented.

“Yep. It’s high time this one was brought in. Makes a man sick to see one running around like this,” said Bruno, clipping Chad’s right wrist to the ring above.

“I never seen one that needed it worse,” Fritz agreed, attaching Chad’s left wrist to the other ring. With the boy secured, he returned to the control panel. He pushed a button, and the pistons and cylinders ascended in unison, pulling Chad off the floor. Chad’s struggles were futile as he was dragged upwards by his wrists until he stood on his feet.

In the big mirror in front of him Chad saw himself with his arms raised above his head, almost like when he victoriously signaled the touchdown he scored in the final 3 seconds to break the 21-21 tie in the title game against Pleasant Valley last season to win the conference championship for Central High. He was a hero that day. His teammates carried him off the field on their shoulders. What would they and the fans say if they could see him now, stark naked, with a hard on, in a room with four men?

Chad could see he was not the one who would be scoring today. The men looked at him the way Chad looked at a double beef burrito with guacamole and sour cream after football practice. He knew he was fucked, or was about to be.

He had every right to be angry, but somehow, he had the nagging feeling he was partly responsible for this nightmare. He stood helplessly while the twins attached leather cuffs to his ankles. Maybe if he had been nicer to Albert along the way, it wouldn’t have come to this...

“Now, I always encourage daddies to participate if they have the stomach for it,” said the doctor. “Some prefer to wait in the lobby, or if you’d like you could watch from the lounge.”

“No, I want to be here for my son,” said Albert.

“Very good. Boys, will you help Mr. Johnson get set up?”

Chad watched nervously as Albert approached. “Dad, what’s happening?”

Albert rubbed his hand over Chad’s rippled abs. “It’s OK son. Daddy’s here for you. It’ll all be over soon.”

“Sir,” said Bruno, “if you’d like to step back here, we’ll get him set at the right height for you.”

Albert stood behind Chad as directed, while Bruno ordered Fritz at the controls to lower the pistons a few inches. Satisfied with the positioning, the brothers each grasped one of Chad’s ankles and pulled them apart. Then they clipped the ankle cuffs by their chains to recessed hooks in the floor.

Bruno stood up and said to Albert, “He’s all set. We’ll get you two greased up and you’ll be ready to party.”

He retrieved a large bottle off the shelf nearby, squirted a glob into his hand, and gave the bottle to his brother, who did the same. Bruno approached Albert. “Sir, if I may?” Albert nodded. Bruno took the daddy’s penis in his hand, stroking it and slathering it with lube. “Your son is a lucky boy, sir,” he said, as Albert grew erect in his hand.

Meanwhile, Fritz applied a similar coating to Chad’s rear passage. Expertly working his fingers inside, he remarked, “If you don’t mind my saying so, sir, this is one sweet ass your boy has on him. I’d almost swear it was virgin.”

“So far as I know, there’s never been a dick up there before,” said Albert.

“Well I’ll be damned,” said Fritz. He exchanged glances with his brother. He could hardly wait to get the boy to post-op, where they and the doctor would take turns making sure Chad was well broken in before he was released to his daddy’s custody in a few days. Bobby would probably get a few pokes in as well. There was nothing they all liked better than fucking a freshly cut punk, and this near-virgin teen stud would be a real treat.

Chad stood in silence with his eyes tightly closed as the fingers lubed and probed him. He was in gay hell. There was nothing he could do about it. He braced himself for the inevitable. He felt Albert touch his shoulder. “Are you ready son?”

“Don’t hurt me, daddy,” Chad pleaded.

“I’ll be gentle. Just relax.”

Grasping Chad at the hips, Albert carefully worked his daddy pole up between the boy’s outstretched legs to the entrance of his virgin hole. When he felt the head pop in, Chad grunted, and Albert paused for a few moments to give him time to adjust. Then he resumed pushing inward, slowly and steadily. At last he was buried to the hilt. Chad’s velvety insides fit him like a glove. Yes, it was all worth it, he thought. This is how it was meant to be. Tears of joy came to his eyes. “I love you baby,” he whispered. “You feel so good.”

Chad’s eyes were filled with tears as well, but of humiliation and shame. He could see himself in the mirror. Chad Johnson, football hero, getting fucked by his daddy. His life would never be the same. Albert had claimed his ass. He knew he was practically gay now, because, worst of all, Albert’s dick inside him felt good. “Oh daddy...”

Dr. Stone walked in front of Chad. “I hate to interrupt this tender moment, but we have some very serious business to attend to. Chad, in going over your tests, I’m afraid we discovered something about you that may come as a quite a shock.”

Yeah, thought Chad. I’m already finding that out. I’m really as queer as all the rest of you.

“I know that you were raised as a natural human boy, and from what your father has told me I believe your mother was to blame for withholding the truth about your origins, but our lab tests have confirmed that you are in fact not an original human, but a clone.”

What! This was unreal. He was as human as anybody else. “Dad, what’s he saying? This is stupid. Tell him. I’m not a clone!”

Albert wrapped his arms around Chad’s chest. “It’s true, son. I wasn’t sure about it myself until today. Your mother never told me.”

“This is fucked up! I don’t believe it!” Chad’s mind was racing. He tried to picture his mother, but her face was a blur. He could hardly even remember his life before Albert. He was the only daddy Chad ever knew.

Albert stroked Chad’s belly reassuringly. “It’s OK, honey. I’m still your daddy. I love you regardless. You’ll always be the same Chad to me.”

“Chad,” said the doctor. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen here today. I’m sorry to say there was something your mother failed to take care of when you were a little clone, so we’re going to have to do it now. By law, all clones must be sterilized. We can’t run the risk of your kind impregnating our females and polluting the human gene pool.”

There was an element of truth to this. All clones were in fact sterilized, but it was routinely done at the factory nursery via a dose of radiation to the tiny gonads before the clones were shipped out.

“Unsterilized clones past puberty are required to be terminated. You are lucky your daddy got you to us before the authorities found out about you, or you would have been put to sleep. Now, your daddy pleaded with me to spare your testicles, and I reluctantly agreed, but I regret to inform you that we must remove your penis.”

Chad stood in stunned silence. His world was crumbling around him. He began shaking when he saw from the doctor’s expression that he was dead serious. “Daddy, please! Don’t let them cut off my cock! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll suck your dick, I’ll let you fuck me every day, but don’t let them do this to me! Please!!”

Albert couldn’t believe his ears. The doctor was a genius. Chad’s attitude was already improving a thousand percent, and the adjustment hadn’t even started.

“I’m sorry, son. I did what I could. You heard the doctor. It’s the law.”

This couldn’t be happening! Chad looked down at Little Chad, and began to cry.

Fritz wheeled a metal cart with a butcher-block surface in front of Chad. “We can’t have you freaks fuckin’ our womenfolk. Clone boys don’t need no dick anyways.”

Bruno chimed in: “Your daddy’s got all the dick you need, cloney.”

The two of them flipped up the wheels of the cart, and then fitted the legs into slots in the floor designed for that purpose. Bruno cranked a wheel on the side that raised the table surface until it was level with the base of Chad’s cock.

The doctor stood next to the boy and stroked the still sensitized, erect organ.

“You have a very lovely penis, Chad. I want you to know that we won’t just be chopping it off and throwing it away in the trash bin. After it’s properly mounted, I expect it to become the star attraction in our exhibit of more than 200 specimens.”

If the doctor thought he was making Chad feel any better about this he was mistaken. He turned his head back to Albert and said, anxiously, “Dad?”

“It’ll be OK, son,” Albert assured him. “Daddy’s here for you.”

The doctor picked up a length of flexible metal tubing that was attached to a pump bolted to the table. It resembled the hose you might see on a detachable showerhead, but not as thick. It looked like a long metal earthworm. He held it in front of Chad.

“We will begin by inserting this tube down into your penis. Do you see these little dark holes around the segments? Inside each one is a hollow needle. When the pump is turned on, the spines will pop out into your urethra. They will inject your penis with a liquid that will partially dissolve the cell walls, and infuse them with a polymer gel. The result is a very lifelike specimen. Your penis will stay just as fresh, erect, and beautiful as it is now—forever.

“Alas, the process is rather painful at first,” said the doctor, regretfully. “But as the cells die after a few minutes, the area will grow numb.”

“Daddy, I’m scared...” Chad whined.

Albert gripped him tightly. “I know, son. Be strong. It will be over before you know it.”

Dr. Stone turned to a table behind him to retrieve the cutting instrument. He employed a wide variety of tools to keep the adjustments interesting. He had used all manner of hatchets, saws, piano wire, and knives, even an electric carving knife. If the penis wasn’t destined for preservation, the scope for creativity was endless. The experiment with the small chain saw turned out to be a little too colorful even for his macabre tastes, however.

Today he would be using his finest titanium alloy scalpel. He showed it to Chad.

“When the gel is set, I will take this scalpel and simply cut around the purple line here to detach the specimen. I’m afraid this end won’t be numbed, so it will sting a bit, but that’s all there is to it.”

“Daddy!!!...”

“Be brave son. I’m right here with you.”

Chad cast his eyes desperately around the room. Everyone seemed eager to watch his cock get chopped off. The twins had pulled down their jockstraps and were stroking their fat, identical dicks with smiles on their faces. The doctor’s rod was poking out of his lab coat. Albert’s stiff prick was planted in his ass.

Looking down, he saw that even Little Chad was in on it. His cock had never been harder and was leaking like a faucet. It was drooling with excitement, almost like it couldn’t wait to quit its lifelong job as Chad’s piss tube and love muscle to take up a starring role in the doctor’s collection. Traitor!

“Now, Mr. Johnson, if you could nudge the boy ahead just a bit, we’ll get him strapped in.”

Chad grew frantic. He twisted and turned. His mutilation seemed imminent. In his fevered despair, his thoughts grasped onto the one person within earshot who cared enough to help. She would try to keep him and his manhood together. If she could, she would save him.

He cried out at the top of his lungs: “Eva! Help me! Please! Eva!!”

* * *

At her desk in reception, Eva Lindstrom looked up at the sound of her name. She hurried to conclude the phone call in progress. “It just doesn’t make any sense, he’s perfect! Did you look at the photos?...what?...too well known!...but it’s only high school football!...hmmm...oh dear...so there’s no chance, then...I see. Well, thanks anyway.”

Eva replaced the phone handset on the receiver with a sigh. Then she settled back in her chair, hiked up her skirt, and resumed fucking herself.

The erect, lifelike, preserved clone penis Eva used as a dildo had come from an adjustment session much like what Chad was undergoing this very moment. Originally, it was attached to one of a matched pair of gay clones, Robby and Bobby, who were raised as a set. As they matured, the boys discovered that they would much rather suck and fuck with each other’s penises than maintain any contact with their daddy’s equipment. The spurned daddy deeply resented his exclusion from their lovemaking. After one particularly stormy argument, he brought them in for dual adjustments to settle the matter once and for all.

The boys had possessed a magnificent pair of male members, one of which immediately found a home in the Doctor’s collection. Eva remarked that it was a shame for the other to go to waste, and the Doctor apparently agreed, for, two months later, at the celebration of her fifth anniversary with the clinic, he presented it to Eva handsomely mounted on a walnut base with the name “Bobby” inscribed on a brass plaque.

Detached from the base and fitted with a custom handle, Bobby served her faithfully over the years, always at the ready when she pleasured herself during an adjustment session. It amused Eva to think that gay clone Bobby had spent more time inside her, and had given her many more orgasms, by far, than any real, straight man.

The groans and cries from inside the examination room were growing louder now, and once again, Eva’s thoughts were drawn to Chad.

To think, a real, original boy undergoing an adjustment—she would long remember this special day. She had been strangely charmed by the way the youth unconsciously flexed his muscles and puffed out his chest while boasting about his athletic exploits. Such primitive physicality—more animal than human, really. She recalled how his big, oh-so-detachable male appendage blasted out of control at the slightest brush of her fingernail.

Eva was never invited to participate in the treatment sessions directly. She didn’t take it personally. She knew that as far as the Doctor was concerned, the presence of a woman would spoil the atmosphere of testosterone-steeped mayhem he relished. But she had witnessed the aftermath often enough to readily picture the scene in progress, and she preferred her version anyway.

By now the young brute would be tied standing up, naked, with his obscenely engorged male organ waving about shamelessly. She would tease him with her knife—it would be a 6-inch hunting blade, sharp and shiny in the bright light. She would trace the tip along his smooth chest, circling his nipples. Then she would slowly draw the blade down his treasure trail, slicing a swath through the soft hairs. With her free hand she would grasp the sweaty genitals, digging into the tender flesh with her long fingernails. Oh, how she would grin into the teen hunk’s breathless brown eyes while she...

“Don’t! Please! Please!! No-o-o!!!” From behind the examination room door, the screams grew louder and sharper in intensity, climaxing at last in a crescendo of girlish shrieks. The sounds echoed down the hallway and rebounded through the reception area. Then it was quiet.

“Ah, ah, aaaahh... Eva moaned softly, bringing herself to completion. She sat in silence for a few moments, quivering. Then she withdrew Bobby, set him aside, and stood up and smoothed her skirt. She picked up the dildo and carried it to the janitor’s closet off the hallway. Her high heels clicked on the tiled floor. She entered the small room, grabbed a few tissues from the shelf, and reached under her skirt to wipe herself. She rinsed off the clone penis and washed her hands in the sink, then checked her hair and lipstick in the mirror above it. Grabbing the hose from inside the bucket, she attached it to the faucet and turned it on, letting the water run while she replaced the panties she had taken off earlier with a fresh pair stored on the shelf.

It was such a pity the investigators at the Institute had decided, ultimately, to reject the boy’s application for the cloning program, she thought. There would be no model number 39, at least not one based on Chad.

Who would have guessed that the small town fame of high school football stardom would be enough to disqualify an original template candidate? Apparently, the investigators believed Chad’s sudden disappearance would draw more attention, generate more unwanted publicity, and thus create more problems than even the powerful Institute could readily dispel, and the questions would only multiply over time with sightings of Chad’s clone offspring.

Eva had so looked forward to the parade of age equivalent 6-, 12-, or 15-year-old Chad juniors that might have appeared at the clinic in the years ahead, brought there for adjustments by their demanding daddies. She knew the Doctor would be disappointed, too.

She turned off the faucet and rolled the mop and bucket out into the hallway toward the examination room. They would need help tidying up, as usual.