Jared, naked but back in human form, crouched on all fours in front of Kirk. A more submissive posture, he realized, would have been difficult to achieve.
He listened to Kirk brainstorming ideas to keep him. Had that been Wepwawet's voice whispering to both of them? Jared shook his head. "It didn't matter. He was human again! He meant to stay that way.
Kirk took a seat at the edge of the bed and, big grin animating his features, looked down. "While you're down there, boy, you should just finish what we started earlier?"
Jared rose to his feet, hoping to produce a show of indignation, which he might have pulled off without the evidence of a semi-hard cock on display. "Forget that," he said, trying to lower his hands in front of his crotch. "How about those clothes you mentioned?"
Kirk laughed, but scrounged together some garments he rarely wore any longer. They didn't fit terribly well, as Jared discovered, but he felt better without being totally exposed to Kirk.
"So, that voice?" Kirk wanted to know. "Is that how you ended up a dog? Is it something magical? A genie?"
"Yes," Jared said, standing in the jeans borrowed from Kirk that wanted to continually slide off his waist. "I mean, no, it wasn't a genie." He tugged on the pants. "You have a belt?"
With a smirk, Kirk searched until he successfully found a belt, which he handed off to Jared. "So, I'm waiting."
"I don't want to talk about it," Jared said.
"Tough!" Kirk retorted with some heat. "Didn't you hear what it said? Next time you let the dog out, I'm the one who can turn you back into a human."
"I'm not going to become a dog," Jared declared loudly.
Kirk sprang up and clamped a hand over Jared's mouth. "Will you keep it down?"
Jared started to resist, but the shock of being overwhelmed and restrained by the huge football jock squelched his effort to wrest free.
Kirk slowly removed his hand. "So, answer me. How did you end up a dog?"
Jared thought about what to do next.