"Chad keep whining like that and I'll let Max have you all weekend. He is really well behaved considering how horny he is. You know Max usually mounts a few dogs each day, but as soon as Karl called me about two months ago about training you as a dog. I put Max on an abstinence program. To be honest from what Karl originally said I expected you'd be a big dog, not a poodle. Max has always had a thing about you, Chad. Whenever you'd come over he'd mount you, he's marked you with his piss more than once. Guess, he could smell deep down you were destined to be his bitch."
"Grrrrrr," growled Chad through Max's muzzle which was clamped over his own muzzle.
Brad laughed.
He flipped on the radio to the "Love Song" channel.
Seriously? Thought Chad.
Aside from the music, and the car engine, Max's heart beat and panting were the only sounds until Brad drove off the pavement and up the gravel road to his kennels at the old Daisy Hill Farm.
The SUV was in a gated compound next to the concrete and chain link kennel cages. Brad and Max drove Chad into an open cage and locked Chad in.
"Get a good night's sleep, Poodle Boy, 'cause tomorrow is your wedding day."
Chad walked around his enclosure three times, lay down, and pretended to sleep.
Brad laughed and went inside with Max. Chad knew Max got to sleep in Brad's bed with him. Chad didn't even merit a blanket.
Sometime during the cold night. Chad fell asleep.
He was awakened by the cold blast from a garden hose. Brad hooked a collar attached to a three foot rod around Chad's neck and led him into a nearby shed. There was a washtub filled with soapy water. Brad scrubbed Chad pretty roughly, then dried him, shaved and blew dry his fur. Chad looked like a proper poodle now with cute pink bows. Then securing Chad's lead to the wall near the blow dryer, Brad hair pinned a bridal veil to Chad's head. Then Brad produced a perfume atomizer, and begin spraying Chad's nether regions. As soon as Chad's nose caught the scent, his red pointy dog cock slipped out of his sheath. He yelped. Brad had sprayed Chad with the scent of a bitch in heat.
Chad growled.
"Oh, bro, it's just wedding day jitters," teased Brad. "Anyway, talked to Karl, and he's having second thoughts. Oh, not about you being a dog, just which breed. So he said to wait until Monday to start your training. Then you'll probably be a Chihuahua or Great Dane or Golden Retriever," laughed Brad.
He led Chad into the breeding hut behind the shed. Chad hadn't been in it before. He didn't know of the lobby area always was fixed up like a wedding chapel or if was special for him and Max.
Video cameras were definitely recording. Max was waiting at the end of a white roll of rice paper next to a lectern. A half dozen dogs lined the aisle as "guests". Brad clicked a button on a boom box by the door, and the wedding march played.
Chad struggled as Brad walked him down the aisle. Brad handed the control rod attached to Chad's collar to Max, whose powerful jaws held it and Chad tight.
Brad stepped behind the lectern, and read, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered today in the sight of God to tie the knot between these two fine dogs in holy matrimony. Max, you handsome stud, do you take Chad to be your beta, to be your bitch boy, to mount at your pleasure?"
Max barked a loud eager yes, while keeping his jaw clamped on Chad's control rod. Max's tail eagerly wagged.
Chad struggled to break free. He froze though when he saw the 24 inch by 36 inch photo on an easel framed with flowers. It was from last summer when Chad had come skinny dipping at Brad's pond. Chad had been lying naked on a blanket by the pond working on his tan when Max had come up and laid down on Chad. Chad had laughed, and apparently Brad had snapped a photo. Now that was his engagement picture. Moments later Chad had gotten up on his hands a knees to shake the big dog off him, and Max had taken it as an invitation to mount Chad. Chad pulled free with claw marks on his shoulder, and a streak of dog cum running from his rosebud across his butt cheek and down his thigh.
"Yo, Chad, pay attention. This is your wedding day!" snapped Brad.
He said in a calmer voice, "Do you, Chad, agree to obey your Masters Brad and Karl, and your Alpha Stud Max like the good Beta, Bottom Bitch Boy we all know you are?"
Chad barked furiously.
"We'll take that as a yes, then."
"Now by the power vested in me, I pronounce you stud and wife." Brad took the control rod from Max, and said, "Max, you may mount the beta!"
Chad growled and barked.
Max yapped, and Brad held Chad still. Powerful paws and heavy weight came down on Chad's shoulders. Brad was snapping photos continuously. The hard slimy penis tore into Chad's rectum, the knot formed, and hot thick liquid gushed into him. Chad whimpered sullenly, Brad removed the control rod. There was a new rod controlling Chad, it was attached to Max and knotted in Chad.
"When you love puppies are done consummating your wedding, you'll find kibble and water in the honeymoon suite through that red doggy door," Brad said as he reviewed his photos. He added. "Ah, yes, this one is definitely my new screensaver. I may send it to Karl, he may decide you make a good poodle after all."
He turned the phone so Chad could see the look of surprise and defeat, as Max looked on triumphantly hanging over Chad's shoulder.
"Come, Felix, come Randolph, come Puddles, come Alice, come Fluffy, come Mar mar, come Wolfgang, and come Bounder," Brad ordered, and the wedding guests filed out behind him. Bounder was Chad's dog. He was here? Why didn't he help Chad?