Jeff suddenly blinked. He was kicking himself mentally, now that he was free of the Chronivac's influence. He literally tried kicking open the animal crate in which he was riding, but this wasn't the one Mark had bought. Jason's steel reinforced cage could hold a tiger, or bear -albeit smaller ones.
"Shut up back there, Jeff," Jason called over his shoulder.
Then Jeff realized it wasn't just mental. He had shrunk from his six foot four stature to whatever his natural size would have been. It was hard to tell scrunched up in the animal carrier, even if it did seem roomier, now that he was smaller.
"There's a rest stop up ahead, I'll take you walkies there, boy," Jason said.
"No, Jason, pull over now, and let me put some clothing on," Jeff pleaded.
Jason responded, "Dog boy, get it through your head, I own you now. You will be naked when I want you naked and clothed when I want you clothed."
Jeff blinked. Apparently, the influence of the Chronivac on Jason was stronger than it was on Jeff? Or maybe it took longer to wear off on secondary subjects?
Jeff curled up in the fetal position. Jason pulled off the road. At first, Jeff assumed it was the rest stop, but instead it was an adult book store.
Jason had been freed of the Chronivac's spell, but he had all the memories of his years with his dog Jeff. Sure Jeff wasn't technically his dog, but it felt like it was- he was. His memories seemed right, but people as pets? He shook his head. He had't thought of Jeff sexually before or maybe he had initially? Right now having a naked young man imprisoned in a cage in the back of his truck was giving Jason major wood. He wasn't sure why exactly.
Then he saw the billboard for the Sextique at the next exit. He still thought of Jeff as a dog, but also as a man, and his buddy. He had planned to take dog boy out hunting, and damn, that was what he was going to do. Guess, it wasn't the Chronivac that made him stubborn, Jason really was stubborn.
He parked at the far end of the gravel lot. He poured some water in a bowl, and put it through a slot in the carrier.
"Please, Jason, let me out."
"Heel, boy! Or I'll take you to the next vet's I see, and get you fixed. Understand?"
Jeff quieted down. Jason seemed serious. Jeff was thirsty, so he used his hand to pick up the bowl of water to drink.
Clang!
Jason hit the cage, and shouted, "Bad dog. Don't play with your bowl. Lap up your water like a good boy!"
Jeff set the bowl down. He didn't want to be submissive, but hell he was naked, locked in a cage, and Jason was the only one with a key? He started to lap up the water.
"Good boy!" beamed Jason. He reached through the carrier's bars, and gently stroked Jeff's bare skin.
Jeff shivered, but he kept lapping. He had to think of a way to get out of this. He couldn't go back to college or the Chronivac would take control of him again, and he wasn't sure why Jason was snapping out of it.
"You be a good boy, Jeff. I'll be back soon."
Jason turned away. He locked the vehicle, and headed toward the sex shop. He was sweating, and the tent on his jeans now sported a wet spot.