By now he was exhausted and his cock, though canine, wasn't indestructible. So it started to hurt a bit, being milked twice in ten minutes. At this point Mike was wondering why his cock hadn't changed back. Surely the limit must have had passed by now. He looked at the watch and confirmed his suspicion - he was beyond his limit yet still blessed with a canine cock between his legs.
Shrugging it off he scratched his chest and wondered off, naked, into the kitchen. He could die for some meat right now! Grabbing some steaks out of the fridge, he wolfed them down after just slightly cooking each side. Still they tasted delicious! He even shared some bits with Jake who thanked him by licking his face. Meanwhile his cock turned back to life and he watched his knot slowly travelling out of his sheath. He couldn't stand his cock being neglected like that so he went back to bed. Lubing up he jerked off more times than he cared to count. His torso was sticky and covered in cum when he finally fell asleep. His tongue hanging out of one side of his mouth.
So he didn't notice the door openening late in the night as a small shadow came in. His dreams started to change at that point to a very sexual nature. He moaned and growled. Pictures of thick, hairy guys sucking him off dominated his dreams...