The man looks slighly across at Chase. The bus rocks, making his slim body flex for balance. Chase's eyes follow intently, transfixed upon his captive.
The man brakes the silence. "I waited for you."
Chase questions, "What?"
The man answers, "I waited for you to return. I thought you could help me. Seems a bit backwards now."
"I don't get what your talking about. I don't know you."
Fur creeps up his smooth body, off around his chest then into his arms. His shoulders and biceps flex larger. A snap of plastic, and the man's arms freely wrap forward to lay in his lap. He tugs away the flimsy plastic cuffs. The hair recedes, and the man smiles. "I'm dog boy."
Chase presses himself back against the wall. "What the fuck!!!" He starts to stumble towards the front of the bus, trying to reach the slate, to scream... something. The man grabs his legs and trips him to the floor. He clamours to his knees and begins to crawl. A thumb lands on his tailbone and four fingers clamp down into his crack. The middle rubs against his hole, enticing sudden pleasure. Chase uncontrolably stops.
"You like that, too. About fifteen minutes after you left, I couldn't resist any more, and I did this myself." His fingers were neading deeper. Chase found himself growling his pleasure. "I was several fingers deep when I felt it." Chase panted, his cock straining in his blue pants. The man pauses, reaching under long enough to undo Chase's buckle.
A hint of fear creeping up into Chase's voice, "felt what?"
The man pulls down his pants, leaving him bare from the waist down. "Look for yourself. You'll get the picture."
Chase looks down. He cries, "What the fuck!" then resumes crawling for the window at the front.
The man wraps around his back, his flacid cock resting up his crease. "I smelled it on you from the moment we touched. You like your doggy cock, bitch."
The man's cock stiffened behind him. Chase finds himself again unable to move. The cock gets hard against his back. The man commands him to look. Chase turns his head. A now familiar shape rests against his back, a foot of pulsing red canine cock. The shaft slides back, dissappearing behind their bodies. The man against him pushes forward, and the head presses up against his hole. Chase whimpers, but the man presses in with relentless force.