Chad was zoned out. He was a good dog. He was Master's Bestest Bitch Boy. Chad was a good dog.
Chad's mind interjected, "naht dug", "totul shtud", "jock naht dug", "MVP".
The coach's voice droned, "MVP stands for Most Versatile Pussyboy...Chad is the team's MVP- Chad has two cock loving pussies. Chad wants to fill both his holes with lots of real men's penises."
He wasn't sure if this was the fifth or fiftieth time he heard it. It kept echoing in his soul. It was part of his program. The thing he used to have sex with was now only a handle for a real man to grip, while he fucked Bitchboy Chad. Chad was a good Bitchboy. Yes, he was. Chad sniffled. He knew that as much as he tried to fight it, he had already lost. He lapped up the last of then sticky white liquid in the shiny silver dog bowl. His water bowl was empty. His stomach rumbled, still hungry.
The door to his white padded room opened. A male orderly entered. His vision was tinged with fuchsia as he smelled the man's maleness. It was sharp, like the guy hadn't showered in a while. Instinctively, Chad buried his snouted hood in the man's crotch and inhaled. Familiar, same man filled his bowls earlier. He felt happy.
Who?! Screamed part of his brain.
Who is it?! Rick? Bruno? Coach Sinclair?
Not Bruno's scent. Not Rick's scent. Not smell like Coach. Man who fill bowls.
Who is he?! Look at his face!
Huh?
Chad tilted his head up. He looked at the face, sniffed his crotch, and recognized the face.
"Rh-" ZAP!
Chad started to try to speak, he still had the partial gag in his mouth that made him sound like Scooby-Doo, but now he had a shock collar.
The man grinned, and said, "Aw, did Chad want to say "thank you"? Forgot about your shock collar, did you? Good dogs don't speak, they give head. Coach says we have to wait until tomorrow, but the way you are wolfing down that refrigerated cum from this week's team cum bucket, I bet you're up to properly thanking me."
The man pulled his cock out of his fly and pissed in Chad's water bowl. Chad crinkled up his nose at the acrid smell. When it was nearly full, the man shook of the ladt few drops into the bowl. He kept tugging on his dick, as he ordered, "Chad, drink."
Chad's tongue slid out of the metal gag, as his snout hood sank into the liquid, and he drank. By the time the bowl was empty, the man's penis was rock hard.
"That's a good boy, Chad. You drank it all up, good doggy."
Chad blushed under the black rubber suit, and tried to smile, but the metal gag bit in his mouth wouldn't allow that. He winced in pain from the metal device. He looked at the man's penis. He knew the joystick belonged inside Chad. He knew his purpose. The pain made him shiver. His mind rebelled.
The man staring down at the dog suit clad patient couldn't see the changes in Chad's expression.
"I'm a little late giving you your shot, but you will be out like a light after you get it, and I can see you are eager to thank me with a blow job for a nice hot liquid treat," said the orderly, "come and get it."
Chad charged at the man's crotch, he lowered his head, and smashed into the guy's manhood. The guy doubled over in pain. Chad raised his head, hitting the guy in the face. When the man was sprawled on the floor moaning, Chad scissored his rubber clad thighs around the man's neck, and squeezed them in a sleeper hold he remembered from wrestling. It wasn't strictly legal, but what coach and this guy were doing to him was not either. Chad felt a tinge of guilt. He was a bad dog. His mitted hands were nigh useless, so he used his snout to rifle the orderly's pockets. Wallet, comb, keys, ID and syringe.
Chad smiled painfully as he looked at the syringe. Chad was a bad dog.
His paws managed to separate the cap from the needle, then with the syringe in his mouth, he positioned the needle against the orderly's thigh. He pushed with his tongue emptying the contents of the syringe into the man's thigh.
Now how would he open that door? He glanced over at the unconscious orderly whose cock was still hard and sticking up out of his fly. Well, Chad was hungry still, and he had sort of agreed to give the guy a bj....
Chad was soon sucking a third load out of the prone orderly. It wasn't a full load, maybe half. The orderly started to snore.
Time to escape. He looked at the keys, and ID/electronic pass key. Hm? He looked at the door.