“I rated your son as a strong zero.“

“Um, what?” Albert was dazzled by Chad’s premature eruption at the touch of the nurse they had just watched through the observation window. He didn’t know it was humanly possible to dispense that volume of semen on a single occasion.

“The Kinsey scale of sexual orientation ranges from zero, meaning exclusively heterosexual, to six, which is strictly gay,” the doctor explained. “Chad is undoubtedly as straight as it gets.”

“I could have told you that,” said Albert. “Now you know what I’ve been dealing with all these years.” He frowned. “I hope that won’t hurt his chances for getting picked as an original…what did you call it?”

“Template. No, not all. Quite the contrary, actually. The heterosexual models are among our most popular boys. It does make our reorientation work here at the clinic, more challenging, however.”

Albert stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray. “Now that you mention it, I’m kind of curious about that...” His friend Joe Williams hadn’t shared any details about the process he said had so successfully transformed his son from a rampant girl-chaser to a loving daddy’s boy. “Let’s say Chad gets approved for the program, and you get the go-ahead to start his reorientation. How do you do it? With drugs? Hypnosis?”

“Depending on the circumstances of the individual case, we employ a number of techniques...”

Dr. Stone decided it was prudent to stick with generalities at this point. He wanted Chad’s cock so badly he could practically taste it. He had long fantasized about what it would be like to cut a free-range original. While fondling the teen during his examination it was all he could do to keep from snatching up a scalpel and carving that prime, natural meat off the young man’s body right before his daddy’s eyes. But seeing how Albert salivated over Chad, and his dick in particular, it was evident the man would not readily agree to surrender that attractive piece of the boy’s anatomy. Dr. Stone would need to lay the groundwork very carefully. It would probably take every arrow in his quiver to bring the daddy around and bag his prey, if or when the opportunity arose.

Albert persisted. “Well, take Joe Williams’ kid, for example. What did you do with him?”

“I’m afraid that I’m not at liberty to disclose the details of a particular patient’s treatment regimen,” said the doctor, evasively. “I will say that the Williams boy was a special case. And, it’s all highly speculative at this stage, anyway, since we have no idea how Chad will fare in the selection process.”

Glancing down at his laptop, Dr. Stone noticed a new message, marked URGENT: PRIORITY, from the Institute.

“Hang on, Mr. Johnson. Maybe I spoke to soon. It looks like Chad’s preliminary evaluation has been completed.”

“That was fast.”

“It’s not every day the Institute has the chance to review such a promising applicant. Truly credible template material doesn’t grow on trees.”

Dr. Stone scrolled through the document with growing excitement. Finally, he turned to Albert and said, “Congratulations, Mr. Johnson. Your son is well on his way toward official designation as our next original template!”

“No, seriously?”

“Scanning over the evaluation, it looks like Chad scores at the top percentile across nearly every parameter: hair, eyes, skin, teeth, genitalia, base morphology, pliability, endurance, general fitness, overall appeal…”

“Wow, wait till Chad hears that! He’s never aced an exam before in his life!”

“The report states that Chad is the most exciting prospect they have seen in years, and I am authorized to act immediately to secure his participation.”

“So does that mean he’s in?”

“His selection can’t be officially certified until after he’s cleared by the Investigations Bureau. They are combing through the records even as we speak. But, unless there are some skeletons hanging in Chad’s closet you haven’t told us about...”

“No, nothing I can think of. He’s never been in trouble with the law or anything, if that’s what you mean. He was six years old when I adopted him after I married his mother, so I can’t say what happened before then. Will they need to know his birth name?”

“I’m sure our investigators already have that nailed down, and while toddlers can be bothersome, I doubt he could have done anything at that age that would disqualify him. But more recently, has he had any steady girlfriends who could cause problems? Has he ever gotten one pregnant?”

“No, thank goodness. As for his girlfriends, he never seems to stick with any of them long enough to get too attached. He picks them up, uses them, and throws them away like Kleenex. I’ve always made sure there were plenty of condoms lying around the house. As much as I hated his hookups with girls, the thought of him knocking one up was a thousand times worse.”

“Excellent! Well then, given his high marks across the board, he should be good as gold! I think a bit of celebration is in order, don’t you?”

Dr. Stone unwrapped the bottle of Dom Perignon feeling rather pleased with himself. Did he know template material when he saw it, or what? Chad’s application was his first ever submission to the template program. The Institute maintained a dedicated corps of model talent scouts, and while all other employees were encouraged to keep an eye out for likely prospects as well, in his daily routine the only boys he ever saw were already clones themselves. This apparently successful referral was quite a coup. The $150,000 finder’s fee would be a welcome bonus.

Dr. Stone popped the cork off the champagne bottle and poured a glass for Albert and himself. They stood at the observation window. Before them lay Chad, naked and sleeping like a baby, blissfully unaware of the buzz he was already generating in the cloning world. Emails were propagating in branch offices from Chicago to Berlin, and from Beijing to Johannesburg to Buenos Aires, touting the discovery of the hot new template prospect who could potentially spawn the first new companion clone model line in nearly four years.

The doctor raised his glass and proposed a toast. “To Chad Johnson, original template number 39, and all his future clone brethren!”

He clinked glasses with Albert. “You should be very proud of your boy.”

“It’s all kind of overwhelming, really,” said Albert.

Albert felt vindicated. Now he had independent confirmation that his singular obsession with Chad over the years, delusional as it always seemed, at least had some objective basis. It was scientifically verified: Chad was a world-class, hot piece of ass.

The doctor suggested they return to the sofa to discuss Chad’s future.

“This is not my usual role, but as the designated agent of Clone Companions Ltd., let my lay out the terms for what we are proposing.”

He retrieved his laptop and pulled up the relevant document. “Let’s see...the company is prepared to offer $3 million up front to acquire exclusive rights to Chad’s genome. In addition, as the guardian and originator, you will be awarded a royalty payment of 10 percent of the adoption price for every clone sold that is produced from Chad’s template. At the going rate of somewhere north of $2 million a copy, you can see that’s not chickenfeed.”

“I had no idea!” said Albert. This was almost like winning the lottery!

“In addition, you will receive vouchers for two replacement clones of your choosing that may be redeemed at any time. You will be fully enrolled as a Client, with all the rights and privileges that membership entails. That includes, for example, participation in our annual Swap Cruise, a 6-day floating orgy on our plush corporate yacht, where clients are afforded the opportunity to exchange models and keep their relationships fresh without going through the usual expense and paperwork of adoption.”

“Well, I’ve never been on a cruise, but Chad is the only boy I’ve ever wanted,” said Albert. “And I don’t care if you copy him a thousand times, there’ll only be one true Chad as far as I’m concerned.” Albert surprised himself with his vehemence on this point. Chad was the source of constant aggravation and heartache, but that just seemed to make him more desirable.

Dr. Stone was a bit dismayed with Albert’s professed stubborn attachment to the original Chad. He thought the easy availability of fully equipped alternates might help soften up the daddy for his own designs on the boy. He pressed on.

“You will be entitled to free admittance at any of our exclusive resort complexes around the world, with full use of the athletic and training annexes. Naturally, that includes our extensive rehabilitation facility downstairs right here at the clinic, which is fully stocked with all the best in discipline and restraint devices and accessories.

“Last, but not least,” he continued, “and most pertinent to your visit here today, with his enrollment in the cloning program we’ll be able to start the process of turning your Chad into an obedient, avid, daddy-loving cock slave.”

“I like the sound of that!” said Albert. His head was swimming. A new world of possibilities was opening for his relationship with Chad. “When can we get started? Will we have to wait for final approval?”

“From everything you’ve told me, finalization should be a mere technicality. After you sign the waivers, I don’t see any reason why we can’t get started right here this afternoon.”

“That’s great!” Albert was eager to personally share with Chad everything that was happening, and he had never felt hornier. He hoped the reorientation process would require his active, hands-on participation. “So I imagine that next we’ll be taking Chad downstairs to your rehabilitation room to start breaking him in?”

“Well, no, I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” The doctor removed his glasses and assumed a professorial air. “Behavior modification techniques are a useful adjunct to therapy, and in minor cases, where a boy is simply exhibiting signs of willfulness and reluctance to perform as ordered, a few visits to rehab can work wonders. In a severe case like Chad’s, however, where there has been an ongoing, unmitigated history of heterosexual inclination and indeed, flagrant and repeated misuse—I believe you stated the boy has actually been fucking girls from puberty on—we must take extreme measures if there is to be any hope of achieving lasting reorientation. In such cases, to permanently rewire the neuronal pathways that have led the boy astray, we must resort to surgical methods.”

Albert gasped. “You want to do brain surgery on Chad!?”

“Oh my, heavens no! Nothing so drastic as that! We prefer instead, to strike directly at the root of the problem, so to speak.”

“You don’t mean...?”

“We have found that by far the most effective therapy in our arsenal for hardened cases like Chad is penis reduction surgery.”

“What! You want to cut off Chad’s cock?!!”

“Well, not all of it, actually,” the doctor replied, matter-of-factly. “We’ll leave him with a bit of a nub for urination, and for you to suck on. When erected, it should reach up to an inch-and-a-half or so. Some boys have so much girth that any remaining stump looks rather squat and ugly. In those cases, I generally recommend removing the whole thing for aesthetic reasons, and I’ll go ahead and reroute the urethra so the boy pisses from under his balls. But Chad, while impressively long, is not so thick at the base. With a bit of reshaping, I believe after he’s done he will look quite appealing. And of course, he’ll still have those big balls for you to suck on and play with.”

“You can’t be serious!! Is that what you did to Joe Williams’ kid?!”

“Well, as I said, the Williams boy was a special case, and it would violate client confidentiality to go into the details. Let’s just say that the next time you see Mr. Williams, don’t be surprised if he has a daughter who strongly resembles his former son.”

Good lord, thought Albert. The man is a butcher! What had he gotten Chad into?

“OK,” said Albert, “maybe I can see something like this with Joe’s kid. You said he’s a clone. But Chad’s not a clone! He’s a human being! You can’t just...”

“Mr. Johnson, let’s be clear about something here. Perhaps I haven’t fully explained all of the ramifications, so let me spell it out for you. The only reason we can even consider undertaking Chad’s reorientation is his pending acceptance into the clone template program. On his induction, Chad’s identity will be permanently altered. For all legal and social purposes thereafter, he will be regarded no differently than a clone himself. The status of your relationship with Chad will change from father and son to one more resembling owner and property. He will become your dependent for the rest of his life, unless traded or sold. His social life will also change. He will no longer be allowed to attend public schools, for example.”

Albert sat silently for a few moments, deep in thought. Finally, he said, “You know, I could live with most of that. Chad hates school anyway, and I have my doubts about whether he has enough going on upstairs to ever make a decent life for himself on his own. But this other thing...”

“Mr. Johnson, I’m sensing some resistance here, so let me give your some insight into why the adjustment, or as we call it, the “standard procedure,” is a necessity. A teen stud like Chad is governed by his hormones, and those are channeled through his cock. All of his youthful energies, his pride, his sense of himself and his purpose, are bound together and expressed through the sexual organ.

“For a strong zero like Chad, female pussy is his lodestar. The compass needle of his dick points in one direction exclusively. With the removal of that impediment we are already 80 percent of the way toward our goal. Without his manhood, the boy is lost and directionless. His identity is in flux. It is then that we can begin the process of remolding him and pointing him in the direction we desire.”

Albert glanced nervously toward the observation window. He saw that Chad was still snoozing peacefully. The boy had turned on his side facing them. His big balls hung down loosely and his long penis lay draped flaccidly over his smooth thigh. His soft snoring could be heard through the speakers in the lounge.

Not his beautiful cock! “I’m sorry, doctor, I couldn’t...I can’t let you do that to Chad.”

“I see,” said the doctor, tersely. “Mr. Johnson, I approached this process in good faith. When you begged me for help, I went out of my way to initiate what for us is a very extraordinary process. Now that we’re almost there, you want to back out of the deal? I certainly hope this isn’t the way you typically conduct your business affairs.”

“Believe me, I appreciate everything you’ve tried to do for us, but I just...couldn’t...”

“No harm done. I was convinced that you truly loved your son. I allowed myself to get swept away with the romantic notion that we could make a difference. I see now you were not prepared to make the necessary sacrifice.”

“If there was only another way...”

“Since I bear some of the responsibility here, I won’t bill you for the consultation, but there’s clearly no need for us to waste each other’s time any further. While you get dressed, I’ll go wake up Chad, and the two of you can be on your way and heading back to your normal lives.”

The doctor folded up his glasses and put them in his pocket. He snapped his laptop shut, and got up off the sofa.

He paused at the observation window. “No doubt Chad has a hot date lined up for tonight waiting for him back home and he’ll be anxious to return.’

Dr. Stone pushed a button, and the curtains across the window slowly drew together. He strode toward the door. Albert sat motionless. With his view of Chad gradually becoming obscured, he saw his bright hopes for their future together disappearing before his eyes.