The moment Chad Tucker parked his car, he started to itch. He leaned forward in his seat, and started to scratch his lower back.
He glared at Zak, and asked, "Itching powder or fleas, Zak?"
"Not me, Chad, I swear!" said Zak raising his hand in a boy scout sign.
"Silver?"
"Woof?" Silver replied.
"Well, at least it stopped. Let's go see, Bobby and his dog Jeff."
"It's Jeff and his dogboy Bobby," corrected Zak.
He smiled as he watched Silver sit on his haunches on Jeff's Stoop, as the cut of Chad's clothing got tighter, and tighter, until Chad's butt was exposed. He was wearing only black leather chaps and boots. His naked cock didn't stay naked long, he was now locked in a shiny metal male chastity device. Zak felt a chain materialize around his neck, there was key on the chain. Oh, yes, thought Zak, this was even better than he hoped.
His back was exposed. Just above the waistline, part of the brand new, but faded like it was a few years old, tattoo reading "TUCK". As he watched Zak saw the Z appear on Chad's shoulder as he reached to scratch it. By the time Chad reached out and pushed the doorbell, it was finished, "ZAK'S BITCHBOI" and in the middle of his back was Chad Tucker's Team Jersey Number. Zak smiled, Chad was sitting on his haunches next to Silver scratching the sides of his head, as his head became bald on both sides and a mohawk rose in the middle of his otherwise smooth head.
"Mahstah Zak?" said Chad turning his head to look up at Zak, and then his tongue lolled out of his mouth and he panted, "MAS-TUH ZAK!" He looked so happy. Then suddenly, his face was covered with a black rubber dog mask. "Woof, Woof!' said Tuck, as he began wagging the rubber butt plug dog tail.
"Woof? Huh? Master Tucker?" asked Silver, as he turned to look at Chad, and started to stand, but then the air around him rippled, and he turned back to face the door. He said dully, "Woof."
Zak was laughing maniacally, when Jeff opened the door.