Brutus? Not Brutus! Chad had owned a dog named Brutus years ago. When he had gone to collect it at his older brother's kennels, where they bred and trained dogs, Chad had inadvertently sat on a bench where someone had spilled female canine pheromone. Brutus was a big 18 month old mastiff, and the moment he smelled Chad, he decided Chad was his bitch. Chad had wrestled with the big dog, as it tried to mount him. His brother Brad had laughed hysterically. He managed to make Brutus obey his commands, and taught Chad how to command Brutus obeyed the commands, but any time Chad relaxed his authority, Brutus would be humping Chad. It finally got to the point that Chad was afraid to go.to.sleep. Three times he woke up with Brutus in his bed trying to mount him. Chad couldn't figure out how Brutus got in or why without the pheromone Brutus was in heat whenever Chad was around.
Eventually, in frustration, Chad dropped Brutus off at the animal shelter. His new master must've adopted Brutus. Did He know about Brutus' history with Chad.
He whimpered as Brutus penetrated and knotted doggy Chad. Through the lattice wire in the dog crate Chad recognized the backside of the buildings at his brother's kennels. Brad? Brad trained Brutus. Brad had access to Chad's house, he could have let Brutus in? But why?
A human voice said , "Chad, you're a mighty fine bitch. Brutus is going to sire you a handsome litter. I expect you to breed me loads of champions. Bright, athletic, and perfectly proportioned." The voice sounded alien to dog Chad's canine hearing. He probably knew the voice, but he couldn't recognize it now. He could smell the man, the master, but he couldn't place it from human memory.
It could be Brad. It could be Bruno, he had mentioned that Brad was training his new dog. Rick worked at the kennels part time, and he knew about Brutus liking to hump Chad. Maybe if Chad had had Brutus fixed - puppies? It hit Chad like a ton of bricks. He was now a female dog, he was having unprotected sex , and in nine weeks or so he would be a mother! Baseball practice was just five months away. Would he be able to play? He remembered Brad chatting about how some hitches had multiple litters each year.
Chad whined and prayed that Brutus would honor soon.
He heard a laugh. "Most studs don't knot for this long, Brutus must really have the note for you."
Chad perked up and strained to see who had done this to him, but between the dog crate and Brutus' massive body, he couldn't see the man.