Master Jack was spread out on his waterbed with his wizard's robe open to reveal his naked body when Bruno entered. He patted the spot on the bed next to him.
"Here, boy!"
Bruno grinned and popped a boner in your too tight pants.
You are on all fours silently padding behind Bruno naked, yet in the dog suit that is now your skin, you shake your head as the cone collar annoys you. You keep telling yourself, it's some weird prank. They drugged you, but they didn't really cut your balls off. Your uncle wouldn't do that to you. But you are sore and numb? You force yourself to stay awake. You need to confront Master Jack -er, Uncle Jack.
"Yes, Master!" Bruno said eagerly. He pulled your shirt off over his head, kicked off your socks and shoes, and stripped down to your briefs. As he became more naked he seemed to get hairier. Bruno ran and leaped into your Uncle Jack's open arms. The bed made a rude boinging sound, as the bounced together.
You creep into the room cautiously. You're still a bit groggy from having your balls removed. Maybe they didn't remove your balls. After all, Bruno said they had given you prosthetics, and there is definitely something hanging from your sore sack. Then you see a glass jar on the left side of the bed with something roundish and pink with strands of pink stuff hanging around it floating in the jar. It's marked John L. You think it couldn't be? Where's the right one? You trot around to the other side of the bed, and there's an identical jar there too. It's marked John R. Gulp. Could those really be your balls?