Kurt Wolfe looked down at his rival team's star player reduced to a dickless bitchboi begging for his master's bone. Kurt laughed contemptuously, as he undid his belt.
Chad was horrified at his own behavior, but at the same time he was thrilled to be in his master's presence. Kurt Wolfe was such a masterful athlete, Chad was amazed that he and his team were able to defeat the Rydell Wolves not once but twice. Obviously, the master's pack -er team-failed him. No, said a small struggling part of Chad's mind, we beat the arrogant bastards fair and square. Gawd, he smells good, and he is so handsome, oh, yes, he's going to feed me his bone, thought Chad as he started to drool, and wagging his tail. His tail had grown in, and he hadn't noticed until he started wagging it? What had Master Kurt (mental sigh) done to him? And why hadn't he done it sooner?
Chad's thoughts were derailed, as his master's delicious uncut cock filled Chad's mouth and throat. As he had been trained, Chad extended his tongue under his master's hefty balls to that sensitive spot between the thighs behind the balls. Chad's tongue stretched impossibly long. Kurt began thrusting in and out of his bitchboi's juicy maw. As Kurt's cock hardened and his foreskin unwrapped his expanding cock inside Chad's head and neck, Chad could taste dried piss and spegnum, bits of thread and lint. There was no hint of soap. Kurt apparently didn't wash under his foreskin. Chad the bitchboi didn't care, but Chad the former quarterback stud was totally grossed out. Chad's former personality was along for the ride unable to resist, stop or influence his new bitchboi persona. The worst part was he could smell, feel and taste with his new heightened dog senses, and he was experiencing elation as he worshipped Master Kurt's glorious cock, balls and body. She was totally owned.