Oh, seriously? thought Chad, as he felt the knotted penis swell within him. He was stuck for the duration in the animal crate, while Brutus' rear remained outside the crate, and Chad could hear and feel Brutus' upper body resting on top of the crate. How long did these mating knots last? A few minutes? A quarter hour? A half hour? Longer?
"Uh, Brutus? You know I'm not a bitch, I'm really that human guy Chad!" barked Chad. He didn't know whether Brutus would understand or not.
"Chad? Oh, the master's jock bitch boy, I've been trying to hump you for years. I've got a great master, bitch. You're a better fuck than I hoped for. Too bad, you bitches are only in heat for a short time," he sounded wistful.
"Wait, you've been trying to hump me? Yeah, I can smell a bitch a mile a way. Humans are always in heat, that's why I mounted you whenever I could, but now that you're a real dog bitch, well, I'll get as much action as I can while you're in heat."
"You speak English, Brutus?"
"You speak Dog, bitch."
"Oh," Chad heard a woof, as he said it, and Brutus was barking too, it's just Chad no understood the barks. He could feel the warm liquid congealing inside him.
"Yeah, definitely a good fuck. It'll be a little while before I can mount you again, bitch."
"We're knotted, how many minutes before we unknot." snarled Chad.
"We knot when we unknot. Don't know what minutes are, bitch. Just squat there and enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" growled Chad.
"Bitch. It's what we do. What you do, now."
"Brutus, at least call me Chad, and not bitch."
"But you are a bitch - oh, if it makes you happy, I'll call you Chud."
"Chad!"
"Chud?"
"Chad!"
"Right, uh, Cha-ad!"
"Chad."
"Chad."
"Yes!"
The knot showed no sign of relaxing. Must be an half hour? Who was Brutus' master? It had to be someone Chad knoe\w\\ew
"So Brutus, what is your master's name?" Chad asked.
"Master, of course, Cha-ad."
Chad rolled his eyes.
"Whoa! You mated Chad already? Remember, I get pick of the litter!" said an exuberant male voice. The words sounded like a foreign language - maybe Easter European to Chad, but he understood the words.
His eyes widened. Pick of the litter! He couldn't get pregnant? He couldn't be pregnant? How long does it take for a dog to give birth and wean her pups. His pups! he corrected himself. Chad whined softly.
"Aw? Chad doesn't sound too happy. Did you have to leave him in the crate while they mated?"
"I didn't have to, but Brutus was super horny, and Chad was in heat. So what is is."
"Very Zen," replied the new voice, "So will Chad be joining us for baseball season? Or is gone for good?"
"I guess that depends on Chad," said the voice Chad thought of as Master, "It'll take 9 weeks once he's impregnated, and then about 6 weeks to wean the pups. Football Season just ended, so Winter Break is about to begin. I guess 15 weeks until Baseball Season, so barring complications, Chad should be back to play."
"Complications?"
"Well, Brutus has to get Chad pregnant. A dog can be in heat for as much as 4 weeks, so he might miss a month of Baseball, if he doesn't get pregnant right away."
"Oh? Will he have a pussy, when he changes back?"
"I don't think he can play baseball as a transgender," the master replied. He paused, "Oh, you mean can I make him have a pussy, but otherwise look male? Probably, but he wouldn't pass the urine test, especially if you knock him up."
Chad yelped.
"I think he understood me," laughed the master.
Who were these jokers, who was Brutus owner? Who? The two human males had distinct scents, they seemed familiar but somehow were exaggerated now, or maybe Chad could just differentiate the fine scents better now.
"Who's master's buddy, Brutus?" Chad asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh, Cha-ad."
"I'm Chad."
"Yeah, oh, I thought that's what all his friends are called. The one here now is the pool chlorine stink guy."
"Bruno?"
"I'm Brutus."
"No, I mean does master call him Bruno?"
"Hm? I dunno, never really paid attention. Lemme check."
"RUFF!"
"Yeow!"
"Haha, stop bothering Brutus, Bruno."
"He bit my butt!"
"He grabbed your Speedo like the dog did to the girl in the Copper tone ad. I gotta get a pic."
"Mustah seems to luhk it when I bite Bruno's cloth cover."
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll share a photo with me."
"Huh? Fo-to?" Brutus shifted as if shrugging.
"You want Chad to play baseball, you better not mess up his breeding, Bruno," advised the master.
Who was the master? Rick? Carl? Steve? Brad? Kevin? It was somebody on the football team, or baseball team, right? Did it really matter? Wait, they were talking about Chad being a friend with benefits after this? No way.
Uh, yes! Brutus's knot softened, and he pulled out. Chad turned around in the crate three times before exiting. He was shocked to see that his master is-