Three full days had elapsed since father left, and Dylan arrived. They didn't call him Dylan, just Master. Their leather dog suits had arrived first thing on the morning of the second day, and they'd worn them ever since. The phone rang.
"Hey, Mark?" dad asked over the speaker phone.
"Mmpf!" Mark shouted into his gag.
"Hey, Daddy, it's me, Uriel," Dylan said with a grin. Me and the bitchbois finished painting the house, I think you will be pleased."
"Uriel?" dad asked uncertainly. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything is great, Daddy, the urinal's working great, and the two puppies are practically housebroken. When will you be home, daddy?"
"Uh, that's why I called, uh, son," he said. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he was a thousand miles away, and couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't call the police, or they find Uriel all plumbed. The voice didn't belong to Uriel, but he did sort of like being called Daddy. "I won't be home until tomorrow morning. I want you three on your best behavior."
Back in their old town, Dylan's bedroom had overlooked Uriel's family's backyard. He had really been attracted to Uriel's dad. The guy wasn't that much older and had a hot hairy muscled body. He used to workout in the backyard wearing only skimpy nylon shorts. Dylan used to jackoff to those exercise sessions. Uriel's father was the main reason that Dylan had bullied Uriel in the first place. From Dylan's perspective, he was home now. Home with his daddy, he hoped Daddy would accept him.
He finished his business drove all night.
It was barely dawn when he drove down the gravel drive.
He opened the front door. The smell of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen. He could smell bacon and eggs cooking too.
"Daddy, you're home!" shouted Dylan, "I've got breakfast ready in the kitchen. Here boys, bring daddy, his slippers and newspaper, and I'll get him out of his dirty clothes into his robe!"
The weirdly domestic vision of Dylan wearing Uriel's way too tight for Dylan's body clothing was so fucking hot with the two dog boys trotting on all fours behind him, one with a newspaper in his mouth, and the other with his slippers. He was overwhelmed. Dylan hugged him, and expertly stripped him naked. The robe felt good against his bare skin. He put the slippers on and patted the dog's head - er, Mark's head. Then he took the newspaper from the other dog- er, Ashley's mouth. He couldn't help but notice that living room, hallway, and kitchen were all freshly painted. He smiled.
"Looks like you three have been busy," he said pausing he added, "Uriel?"
Dylan beamed, "Yes, daddy, we have."
Dylan set a plate down of sunnyside down eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes. A cup of hot coffee with cream and sugar just the way he liked it followed, and a half grapefruit with a maraschino cherry on top came next. Dylan's place was similarly set, but with black coffee. The two dog boy's shared bowls of food and water on the floor in the corner.