PING.
"Damn, your 'rents wanna talk to you, boy," Trent said reading the text that just appeared on your phone. He reached into his gym bag and extracted Chad's hoodie.
Chad's eyes went wide when he saw his hoodie.
Trent noticed and shook his head, saying, "No, boy, I'm gonna put the hoodie over your head to conceal your dog body, but I'll be the one holding your phone, got it. Now, you convince your 'rents that youse a good boy, an' you'll be perfectly happy with your good buddy Trent in Palm Beach, got it. Anything else, and Marco may have to pay a visit to your parents, capice?" He said the last word with his best Italian Gangster Impersonation voice. Then he put the hoodie over Chad's head, and draped it so none of his black rubber dog body would be visible on the screen. He carefully tested the camera view to confirm that. Then he dialed Chad's parents.
"Chad!" said his mother when the video call connected, "Where have you been? You missed supper!"
"I already ate, ma," Chad said truthfully, but omitting that he ate a couple pints of cum, and washed it down with a gallon of piss.
"You should've called to let us know."
"Your mother was sick with worry," Chad's father said coming into the screen view.
"I'm sorry," Chad said, "Lost track of time, I shoulda called. But is it okay for me to spend Spring Break with Trent in Florida?'
"Well, normally we'd say no, but Brad called earlier. He's job sent him to work at their obedience school in Palm Beach, and I mentioned your text, and he said that we should let you go, and that he would check in on you. So you be sure to call Brad as soon as you get there."
"My brother Brad is training dogs in Palm Beach?" Chad said with a mixture of horror and disbelief.
"Yes, now promise you will see him when you get there, Chad."
Trent stared into Chad's eyes and nodded fervently.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
Trent mouthed, SAY GOODBYE, CHAD.
Chad involuntarily shivered, as he said to his parents, "Goodbye, ma and pa." He seemed to think Trent had another meaning when he said mouthed those words.
Click, Trent ended the call.
"Good boy, Chad. I gotta admit Brad really has good timing. I texted him a pic of the new you, and that I was going to text your 'rents. I didn't tell him to call them," Trent said, as he tousled Chad's head with his hand like he'd pet his dog.
Chad was silent. For an instant, when he heard that Brad would be expecting him to check in with him in Florida, Chad had a flicker of hope. Then when he realized why Brad was there, to train Chad the Dog, his hopes plummeted. He knew what kind of man his brother was, and knowing that he was working with Trent didn't make him feel any better. He recalled how his brother always was into animal training, and how he had practiced his animal training skills on Chad, when Chad was a kid.
"Well, boy, let's get you ready for your big trip," Brent said as he removed the hoodie from Chad.
He placed a dog collar with tags around Chad's neck. Chad's shoulders sagged, he had thought he'd travel as a human, but now he doubted it. Then, Trent strapped a tongue gag to Chad's head, effectively making him unable to speak. Then he produced a black rubber dog head shaped hood, and put it over Chad's head. Then he adjusted the collar to secure the hood, and conceal the neck seam.
"Okay, boy, now get in the crate," Trent ordered.
Chad hesitates and whines.