"Hey, you faggots, are you decent in there?" shouted Richie.
"Heh, heh," Bruce laughed, "Time to meet my dick, your brother, the groom, Maxy." He punctuated it with a slobbering kiss. Jeff popped a major wood.
"Nothing you haven't seen already, bro!" shouted Jeff back.
Richie entered and rolled his eyes at the two naked guys hugging. Richie looked leaner and more muscular than he had. Apparently, Bruiser had made Richie into a pin-up trophy boy for Beth.
"Yeah, nothing I haven't seen before. You two are supposed to be dressed, we have an appointment for our tuxes, and I need three more groomsmen, or Beth's going to make me use her nerdy relatives. And Jeff, you're my best man, so you're supposed to arrange the bachelor party. I know you booked the room at Clancy's, and invited all my friends, but don't embarrass me with either gay or trans strippers, and none of your werebitches either. Last thing I need is a paternity suit for 8 puppies/babies. Capice?"
"I get it, Richie, don't worry. I'll take care of it. And what's with "Capice"? We're not even Italian," replied Jeff.
Richie scoffed, and shook his head. Then he said, "As long as you're not dressed, how about a blow job, Jeff. This not seeing the bride crap before the wedding is leaving me blue balled."
Jeff's jaw dropped, as he balked at his new dick of a brother's suggestion. Richie was his master, not Bruce's dick masquerading as Richie. Bruiser grinned, and interceded before Jeff could say anything.
"Yeah, Jeff, give the dick a good blow job, your master will appreciate it," Bruce said suggestively tugging at his own cock, which Jeff knew was his master.
He made a sort of disgusted face at Bruce, but said, "Oh, alright." Then he dropped to his knees, and gave the new and improved Richie a first rate blow job.
Jeff figured that his asshole brother - correction dick brother- had programmed him as a skilled gay lover for Bruiser, when he was human. He wondered how often he turned into a dog? Was it the full moon? Or was he only human during the full moon, and the rest of the time a dog? Mm, damn, he was enjoying sucking the phony Richie's dick as much as the recipient of the blow job was.
"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Richie as his knees went soft, and he grabbed on to Jeff's shoulders, as he blew his load. "Bro, you're the best!" Wistfully, he added, "If only Beth were half as good, but she's got other assets that compensate, if you know what I mean? Wait! Of course, you don't know what I mean, you're a couple of gay nimrods!" Richie pulled up his zipper, after wiping his cock dry on Jeff's hair. Jeff realized that Richie hadn't pulled down his zipper after coming into the room. The bastard had planned on getting a BJ all along.
"Okay, you two get dressed, I'll meet you at the tailors in 15 minutes," Richie said exiting.
"This version of my bro is a total asshole," said Jeff to Bruce accusingly.
"No, he's a total dick," Bruce said, "Though I suppose since I have the Chronivac, I could put my dick back where it belongs, turn Richie into my asshole, and turn my asshole into Richie? But then my ass would be your master instead of my cock, and I really don't like bottoming for you, Maxy."
"How'd you get so smart, Bruiser? I, mean, when you were a dog, you seemed smart, but not-"
"Yeah, Richie here," he pulled out his dick, and Jeff could see his brother trying to wave high, but his arms were fused to his trunk, "Well, he upgraded you, and made you smarter. Not sure that you are as smart as when you were human, but the default IQ is 117, so he boosted you to 137. He was going to do the same to me, but he was using the number pad. You know the number pad for a phone is different than for calculators and computers. Well, instead of typing 137, which he meant to do, Richie gave me a 191 IQ. Stay on your knees, Jeff, and kiss your real brother."
Jeff stared lovingly at Bruce, and kissed his cock. Then he started to give Bruce and blow job. He forgot for the next few minutes that the wriggling cock in his mouth was really his brother Richie.