"Well, bro- oh, wait, you're a dog now, one of my student dogs now, so I better start treating you like the bitch boy your owner wants you to be," laughed Brad. Chad was still too woozy to notice that his brother had been sporting major wood since he took Chad out of the carrier.
Chad whined half-heartedly. Brad was right about him. Whatever else you said about Brad or Chad, they did always want to be the best at whatever they were doing. Brad was a dog trainer, and Chad was now a dog. Brad was going to train him, no matter that this particular dog used to be his brother. USED TO BE? Seriously, they were still brothers weren't they? A dog, a brother? Hm? Chad belonged to Karl now. The only way he'd ever be anything other than Karl's dog would be if Karl decided it. Chad accelerated as he regained consciousness, and soon was pulling at the lead ahead of Brad. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at his brother. His eyes widened, and he yelped in surprise and fear as he saw the tented wet spot on Brad's crotch. Seriously? Chad's humiliation was getting Brad off? Chad stumbled on the turf, but being four legged had its advantages. He turned his eyes forward, and his nose caught a whiff of the other dogs in the kennel? Chad's sensibilities were assaulted with all the odors. He remembered what his father had said about dog's sense of smell being 1000 times more effective than a human's sense of smell.
Chad's vision had been black and white, but now the scents were associating with a fireworks of colors in his brain. It was kind of overwhelming.
Karl lay in bed jerking off with one hand while holding his tablet with his other hand. He was watching Cbad's thoughts filling the chat window, as he upped Chad's dog senses. Chad was so going to be the "Best Cock Hound Ever."
Karl ran his finger over the phrase "Best Cock Hound Ever" in Chad's thought window. He tapped the highlighted phrase, and clicked random repeat. Now Chad would have that thought repeating itself in his head repeatedly during his training. He wondered what other thoughts he could use to augment Brad's training of Chad?
The video window on his screen showed Chad's field of vision. Brad opened the gate, Chad trotted through the gate.
"Heel, Chad!" Brad ordered.
Chad heeled. Brad closed the gate. Then he squatted down, and put his hands on either side of Chad's head. Brad pulled Chad's head into his crotch.
"A good dog knows its master's scent!" Brad said.
The monochrome image of Brad's face, chest and crotch glowed with a burst of magenta.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Karl said arching his back and blowing his morning load.
He lay there a few minutes resting, and then sat up. He picked up his tablet. Chad was sniffing around the pen in the kennel as Brad wrote on the chalkboard on the door. Another dog had recently been in the same pen. A ghostly yellow-beige image of a bigger dog flashed across the monochrome image of the pen, as Chad ran back and forth. Then he looked up at what Brad had written on the blackboard on the gate. Apparently, Chad would be sharing the pen. The sign read "GENGHIS KHAN" with a heart with a plus sign in the middle, then "chad", Karl screen captured that image, and set it on his desktop for later use. Then while Brad closed Chad in the pen, and Chad ran around yelping in his new prison, Karl scrolled back through his memory stream.
"Yes!" he clicked on the Magenta Image, and highlighted "master", "good dog", and "Best Cock Hound Ever" linking those words and phrases to the Magenta color of Brad's scent. SAVE.
He switched back to real time. Brad was returning to the pen. His footsteps and magenta flickers preceded him. He is carrying a brown glass bottle and a rag.
"Hey, Chad, remember I don't just run an obedience school, but also an active breeding kennel," Brad said, as he climbed inside Chad's pen. He opened the bottle, and poured the contents on to the rag. There was burst of pink and yellow. Chad's red penis slipped out of his sheath. It was the scent of a bitch in heat. Brad swabbed the rag across Chad's hindquarters. The faint yellow image of the bigger dog, and vibrant overwhelming pink image clouded Chad's mind.
Karl grinned. Now that Chad was having intense scent responses, Karl would have to go over to visit Chad in order to link his more intense scent to Chad's memories.
"Well, Chad, you will have a day or two to get adjusted to your new role and roommate Genghis, before we begin your formal obedience training."