"Thank you, Master Hector," Lonzo said holding the door, as Hector got out. The rubber uniform left nothing to his imagination. He hadn't noticed how big Alonzo's cock was before, and his veins were even visible on his rock hard cock through the thin latex suit. Poor Max.
He watched as Max climbed through the window from the cabin and into the back of the limo. He had stripped down to his jockstrap. He busied himself lubing a black silicone dog tail butt plug, while Alonzo handed Hector a $50 bill. He whispered, "Treat yourself to a dessert or two," he winked and added, "We'll be a while."
Hector pocketed the fifty and headed into the retro fifties dining establishment. He took the laptop with him. He got a private booth, and plugged his headset into his phone and connected to the wifi from the cameras in the limo.
"Bad, Maxi! Bad doggy!" snapped Lonzo in a harsh tone Hector hadn't heard from Alonzo before.
There was the sound of leather hitting skin, a yelp and a whimper.
The current cam was focused on an empty seat. Hector switched cams, and saw Max naked except for his cock cage and tail squatting on all fours with his head bowed whimpering. Snot trickled from his nose, as Alonzo put a heavy leather collar with steel spikes around Max's neck.
The waitress brought Hector his salad, and asked if his brother was Max the football star. Hector nodded and smiled and looked at his phone, if only she could see Max in action begging to suck Alonzo's cock in the back of the dark-windowed limo. He was tempted to show her, but Max's celeb spread to him. If Max was outed, it might reflect badly on Hector. He needed to up his cred, and with the Chronivac he could. He just had to decide how. He would rather Max got the question, "Aren't you Hector's brother?" than the one he got. He finished his salad, and Max was now wearing paws and nipple clamps, and licking and grinding his face into Alonzo's still latex clad bulge.
"You gotta really beg for it, Bitch!" roared Alonzo.
Hector opened the Chronivac, while he waited for the main course. He pulled up Max's and his files. Currently, they each had their own room. A few clicks, and they shared a bedroom, and they had had a big dog, and a dog bed built for two in the corner of the bedroom. Max would make a wonderful weredog. A dog is man's best friend, even if he's a stepbrother. A best friend with benefits, thought Hector with a smile.
The waitress returned with the hot plate with his main course. He closed the Chronivac, and adjusted his napkin to cover his phone and major wood. He smiled at her and asked for catsup.
He looked at his phone and the time. Damn, he might need to eat 3 desserts at this rate. Alonzo was now wearing rubber chaps or perhaps the middle crotch, and seat pieces of his uniform were removable? Max was definitely one happy slobbery eatery. It put Hector a bit off his dinner. Still the idea of bringing home a doggy bag for Max would be worth it. He ordered an extra burger on the side.
Hector made sure the phone was recording everything, and thanks to the Chronivac it had 128MB, so it would be good fidelity. He switched to look at the news to see if anything else in the world had changed.
The busboy Victor refilled Hector's water glass, and whispered, "Hey, homs, ditch your snooty bro? I got a break in an hour, if you wanna split some weed with me?"
Victor never shared anything, but with Hector's new status, he'd probably expect Hector to pay for both their joints. Hector smiled and nodded.
"Maybe?" he said non-committally. He had to figure out how the new relationships worked now that he was a Sommerset.
He thought, maybe he didn't need to be a Sommerset. Just wealthy? He didn't need a gay bro with benefits, necessarily. Maybe a houseboy or pool boy, who doubled as a weredog? Alonzo did make one heck of a chauffeur, but maybe he should be well-off too? Perhaps the neighbor's son, who likes dressing up as a chauffeur and training Max? So many possibilities.
Hector requested boxes for his partially eaten dinner, and half eaten extra burger. He sighed, as he rubbed his belly. Where was he going to put three desserts? He flipped open the Chronivac, and typed. He was hungry again.
Hector ordered pie ala mode, a slice of cake and cherries jubilee. That should give Alonzo and Max enough time, and maybe some dessert for Max's dog bowl?