Oh, my head, thought Chad, as he struggled to get up. He was in some kind of cage, and there was a plastic cone around his neck. Was he dreaming?
He is standing on all fours, but he can't see his hands and feet. The cone around his head blocks his view of his body, no matter how hard he twists. He looks around his enclosure. There is a dog's water bowl in the corner. Three walls are sheet metal, and the fourth wall is a chainlink gate with a heavy brass padlock on the outside. The floors are slanted concrete ending a long 4" wide metal grate outside the enclosure running down the middle of the corrugated sheet metal building. Chad could see enclosures opposite him with concrete slanting toward the central drain. He looked at the floor of his pen, there was a wet spot near where he awoke with a trail of dryimg liquid running down the sloped floor into the drain. Evidently, Chad figured he pissed himself while unconscious.
But where was he? This was definitely his home, not his father's veterinary clinic, and he was pretty sure there wasn't anything like this at Karl's house or the school. School? Fuck, this must be the kennel at Brad's obedience school.
Oh, great! Dylan and Brad were in on this, and Max...oh, gawd, no. I'm Max's bitch. Damn, it hurt so much, I must've blacked out. But it was heaven. Wait, control thoughts, otherwise they end up typed on Karl's or Dylan's tablet or maybe both.
Neutered? They didn't, did they? The cone is used to keep a dog from chewing at its stitches. They were going to chip me, but is a cone used then or only when a dog is neutered? It's dark in here, but what time is it? What day is it?
"Rowrf!"came a bark out of the darkness.
It was Max! Chad retreated into the far corner of his cage, and whined softly.
"Hold-up, Max, Chad's probably sleeping still.
"Rowrf!" Max barked louder, he was getting closer.
The lights flickered on, the other occupants of the kennel began walking around and barking.
"What dya know, Chad is awake! Did you hear or smell him wake up, Max?"
"Rowfr!" Max barked jumping up on his hind legs, with his forepaws on the gate to Chad's pen. Chad quivered in the corner, as he stared at Max's exposed unsheathed big red penis.
Brad yawned, "It's too early in the morning to start your training, bro, and," he sighed, "I did promise Max that he could uh have you when woke up, and a promise is a promise," he yawned and undid the padlock, and opened the gate a crack. Like black lightning Max was inside the pen with Chad, and his snout was pushing Chad into the center of the cage, as Brad locked up.
Brad laughed, turned away, and shouted over his shoulder, "It's a dog's life, Chad, and you're his bitch. I'm going back to bed. See you in about 4 hours to start your training."
Chad bolted to the gate yelping, "Rab! Rav! Rarb!" He was trying to scream Brad. The moment he felt Max's hot breath on his back, Chad realized that he had exposed his butt to Max. Chad howled as Max impaled and knotted with him. Chad sniffled softly relieved that no one could see him like this. Then he noticed all the cameras with flashing red lights strategically placed in the ceiling corners of Chad's pen. Chad sagged in defeat. Max stood up lifting his knotted mate's paws off the floor. Chad felt ridiculous. He was a tiny dog with his fleet flailing in the air, as he hung suspended from the giant mastiff's knotted penis. Oh, yeah, Dylan would probably use this tableau as a screen saver.
Four hours? When did obedience training start 6 am, 7 am, or 8 am? What time was it? Brad was supposed to collect Chad Saturday morning, and Chad had been collected, so it must be Saturday night or Sunday morning or later?
Mmmmmm, moaned Chad happily as Max lay down on top of Chad while remaining knotted. At least no one could see his humiliation any more.