"Well, lil' bro, I always tole ya that life's a bitch, and you were one too. Now there's no denying it. I bet Karl will pay me a bonus when I'm through with you," Brad said still snickering.
Chad whimpered and tried to pull free from Bounder. He made a mental note to have Bounder fixed, if he ever got out of this mess.
Back at the Obedience School Kennels, the SUV engine stopped, then Bounder's knot released. Chad pulled free, spun around and wedged his leaking ass into a corner of the cargo space and whimpered.
"Aw, Chad, come on out. You don't want Max to come get you do you?" coaxed Brad holding a doggy treat. It smelled good. Brad continued, "You're a really good bitch, Chad, come get your treat. Bounder already got his." Max loomed near the rear door growling.
Chad really didn't want to deal with Max now. The treat smelled good, and he was hungry. It was twisted though getting a reward for being mounted by your own dog. Damn, Brad had always been twisted.
Chad took the treat as Brad put the lead on Chad's collar and led him to the chain link fenced enclosure. It was about fifteen feet by fifty feet running the length of the kennels. Chad had expected to end up back in the caged kennel where he spent the night, but Brad had other ideas. He fastened Chad's lead to a post in the middle of the yard.
Chad tugged at the lead. He tried to get free of the post. He moved back and forth trying to keep Max and Bounder in front of him. What was Brad planning to do next? Chad heard a noise, and caught a whiff of a bitch in heat. The next thing he knew Max was knotted to him. Bounder came up and nuzzled the whimpering Chad, as if to comfort him. Though not long before Bounder had mounted Chad too. Chad was confused, angry and frustrated.
The scent of the bitch in heat was coming closer. Was Brad going to breed him?
Brad appeared with a bottle and a rag.
Where was the bitch in heat? Oh, no. The bottle was filled with pheromones. All the kenneled dogs started barking. Chad tried to resist, but he was a 60 lb poodle.
Brad coated Chad's hindquarters in female pheromone. Then he released a Great Dane. One after another, big dog after big dog mounted Chad. He struggled to resist but in the end he lost. Max and Bounder each got another turn too. After the fifteenth or sixteenth knotting, Chad stopped resisting. He just hunched over and waited while next big dog mounted him. He tried to tune them out.
Chad's self absorption was interrupted by Brad howling with laughter. Chad moved, and realized he had let himself get mounted by a Chihuahua. Brad was snapping pics, as Chad shook to try to get the Chihuahua off him.