S seemed like it would never end. Max was the horniest he had ever been. Chad had long given up on resisting the huge animal tied to him. He just stood there and waited after Max's knot untied for what felt like the umpteenth time. He was startled when he felt Max's hard coco reentering him so quickly. He started to turn his head. The paws on his shoulders weren't black. Woof! came a familiar bark. Bounder? His own golden retriever had just knotted to him.
Arf? Chad whined in confusion.
"Yes, Chad, you're officially the kennel bitch. After Bounder, Rex and all the stud dogs are going to have a go," Brad said gleefully. His bro was getting way too off on humiliating Chad. Undoubtedly, Brad was filming Chad becoming his own dog's bitch.
Chad whined. Founder barked with a commanding cheerfulness. Man's best friend, indeed, thought Chad contemptuously.
"Yes, man's best friend is right, but you're a dog remember, Chad? Brad here is going to train you to be not just a good bitch, but obedient to me your master. Ain't that right?"
Karl was here now too. Chad should have smelled Karl before he spoke. Damn, the honeymoon suite was so soaked in dog pheromone, Chad couldn't smell anything else. Brad had his hands on Chad's shoulder holding him as Bounder dismounted. Chad tried to pull away as the beagle waddled toward him. Brad held firm.
"Now, Chad, Bowser deserves a turn too. Besides, you're enjoying this, aren't you? Always knew you were a natural born bitch."
Chad growled softly.
Karl and Brad laughed.
"Yeah, Chad is definitely going to stay a poodle. You got those silicon balls with you, Brad?"
" Yeah, " Brad said patting his pocket.
"Can I see them?"
Brad paused to make sure Bowser was knotted, and released his grip on Chad. He stood and handed Karl the two spheres.
Karl examined them, and asked, "Toothmarks?"
" Yeah, played fetch with Chad on Saturday at the park. "
Wait! It's not Saturday? Is it Sunday or Monday? Tell me this isn't permanent!
Karl laughed, "Oh, it's permanent for now, Boyfriend. But it depends on you how this plays out. Pay close attention, Chad."
How the fuck do I pay attention with this huge beagle cock inside me?
Karl read, and replied, "You had better, if you like walking on two legs.*
Karl repeated and repeated, The whole time Brad kept bringing dogs to mount him. Hey, that's Mr. Beadleman's Great Dane! Yeow! What's that dog doing here?
Karl showed Brad Chad's thoughts written on the tablet.
"Oh, Marmaduke and a dozen other male dogs were spending the night at dad's clinic, so I decided to take them on a fieldtrip."
"Now Chad let's see if you have been paying attention? What are you going to do Monday?"
Chad sighed. The words appeared on the tablet as he had been taught.
Monday morning after Max mounts me one more time, I will become human. Brad will give me a bath like the dog I am, even if I look human inside I remain a dog - Master Karl 's dog. Chad will be a good dog. He will wear Master Karl's dog tag on my collar around my neck. I will never take it off. Brad will give me clothes and drive me to school. I will attend classes dutifully. I will tell no one what you've done to me. I won't Jack off, I won't cum. If a girl asks, I will say I've got a headache. If I guy asks, I will give him a blow job (Chad had laughed when he first heard it. He wasn't laughing now. If I guy offered him a blowjob, Chad was to give that guy one. If some guy told him off with a phrase like "Go suck my dick!" Chad would) . I will be naked in the dog carrier in the red pickup truck by 3:30pm. If I disobey, I will be punished. If I want to keep my nuts, and not get silicone prosthetics, I will be a good poodle boy, and do whatever Master Karl and Trainer Brad tells me to do. I will be a good bitch.
"Now repeat, Chad" Karl ordered.
Chad repeated it four more times.
Max was back for sloppy seconds or was it twentyseconds? Chad kept repeating his new mantra in the back of his mind like one of those songs you can't get out of your head.
"You think Chad will do it?" Brad asked as they exited the honeymoon suite. Chad's new hearing meant he heard every word.
" Oh, yeah. I made it into an earworm for him. He won't be able to forget, and with his collar bugged, we'll be able to totally monitor him. "