Chad whimpered, as Bounder's knot seemed bigger than ever. Bounder yapped happily. Max growled softly. Brad laughed.
Brad picked up his cell phone, and speed dialed the last call. It rang twice, then Chad recognized the tinny voice that answered. It was Karl.
"Yo, Karl. Sorry our conversation was cut short, but you'll love the reason why."
"What?" Karl asked curtly.
"Well, remember, we heard barking, and I thought maybe Max had mounted Chad?"
"Did he?"e
"No, and he's upset that he didn't, but Chad's dog Bounder not only mounted Chad, but they're still knotted in the back of my SUV, see?" He snapped a picture, and sent it.
There was a pause.
Karl burst into laughter.
"Oh, yeah, Chad's own mongrel fucked him? He's well on his way to going from stud to sub. I guess we'll leave poodle boy a poodle for now. You can start obedience training as you like. I suppose the real poodle can pass for Chad a school for a week or two?"
Chad raised his head alert. Some poodle was going to pass for him, and he was going to stay a poodle for a week or two?
"You better take your poodle up to the cabin early, Thad said that they may be going up tomorrow to surprise Chad. You think you can get your poodle ready by then. Will it pass for the real Chad?"
"Easily, I downloaded all of Chad's memories and features into my iPad. I just have to upload them into the nanites and the poodle looks, sounds and knows everything Chad did, but it's been through over 9 months of obedience training from you. It will be a totally subservient version of Chad, and when you're done with the real one, I hope that no one can tell them apart," Karl laughed again. It was the sort of laugh that Bond villains used to do. "I've got to get going, if I have to collect the poodle and get to the cabin today?" he sighed.
"WOOF!" barked Chad.
Brad turned off the highway and on to the drive leading to his obedience school.