Rod started to tap his foot anxiously. He rang the bell again. Then again.
No one answered. Rod had to know. His body temperature rose, and his balls shrank. He turned and walked down the steps slowly, and started toward his motorcycle on the street. He slapped his thigh, and turned and ran around the back of the house. He tried the backdoor, but it was locked. He tried the French doors, but they were locked too. Then he decided to try a window. Then he remembered the dog door in the kitchen door. So he headed back there. He looked at the narrow dog door, and took off his jacket. He put it threw the dog door, and squeezed his head, arm and shoulder through the dog door. He managed to pull his other arm and shoulder through, but as he tried to climb through his belt caught on something on the dog door frame.
"Argh!" snorted Rod. He reached through the dog door and undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and then the zipper. He climbed through wearing only a jockstrap below his waist, and Chad stared at his own home's kitchen. Rod went back to see what had hooked on his jeans, He unhooked the denim belt loop from the bent nail sticking out of the dog door frame, , and stood.
Before he could put his jeans back on, Chad's family's dog came bursting through the swinging kitchen door. Rod froze as the animal growled at him. The dog sniffed, and relaxed. He trotted up to Rod and sniffed his jockstrap.
Rod laughed. He knelt down and petted the dog. He looked at the color and read its name was Touchdown.
"Touchdown? Good TD!" he said playing with the dog. He must've rolled around on the floor with TD for 5 or 10 minutes.
At last he stood up and aimed the dog back toward the swinging kitchen door.
"Go, TD, go get Chad!" Rod ordered.
Touchdown bolted toward the door, spun around and buried its muzzle in Rod's jockstrap. He sniffed and started licking the pouch.
"Oh, that's a lot of proof. A dog knows its master, or in this case its former master. I bet TD," Rod said petting and kissing TD, "I bet with a little training, you could become a regular cockhound. Now, boy let's go check out Chad's room, and see how he managed to become a jockstrap, and whether or not it's permanent."
Permanent! thought Chad in horror. He hadn't considered that. He had thought that being a jockstrap was a humiliating prank, but permanent. Oh, crap.
"Haha, Chad's just realized, I may never take him off, TD, and my cock needs attention. Come on, let's go find Chad's bedroom, I could use with a lie down, and jack off session, and we'll see how you take to being a cock hound. " He pulled TD by the collar with one hand, and carried his jeans in the other. He trotted up the stairs with Touchdown on his heels.
"Now let's see, which room is Chad's?" he said trying a couple doors. The second one is obviously a young man's bedroom. "Aha! This must be it." And he went inside. He peeled back the blue comforter, and flopped down in the bed/ He patted the spot next to him, and called, "Here, TD!"
He started to massage Chad, and his manhood grew from half hard to full-hard.