Chad knelt as Rick pulled his now flaccid cock out of Chad's mouth, and wiped it off in Chad's blond mop of hair.
"Good boy, Chad. And you didn't swallow yet, did you?"
Chad opened his mouth, and displayed the white glob of Rick's cum on his tongue.
Rick swatted the back of Chad's head, and ordered, "Swallow!"
Gulp! Chad did.
Rick laughed, "Oops, forgot your hood, collar, mitts, and tail!"
Chad looked quizzically at Rick, as he pulled some black leather and rubber objects out of his bag. Rick pushed Chad's shoulder until he was on his hands and knees. Rick locked black leather mitts on Chad's hands. Then he fastened a dog collar around Chad's neck. Next Rick fit a metal bit in Chad's mouth that partially restricted Chad's. Chad made an unintelligible series of sounds that sounded a bit like barking. Rick grinned. He then fastened a dog hood over Chad's head, clipped a leash to Chad's dog collar.
"Good doggy!"
Chad whined.
"Oh, but Chad I promised you a vacation from being a Speedo, I just didn't promise you would get your old life back."
Chad heard a zipper open, and felt cold air on his bum. His underwear had a zipper in the back?
"Yeow!" Chad yelped, as Rick shoved the butt plug with rubber black dog tail into Chad's rosebud.
"Come boy," ordered Rick, as he yanked Chad's leash.
Chad followed Rick on all fours, as fast as he could to keep up with Rick. There was Rick's pickup parked in front of the gym with a huge dog crate in the back.
Chad froze for a moment, but Rick encouraged him by pulling, cajoling and shoving Chad into the crate. It was only a couple minutes from the school to Luigi's.
Rick was met by five of Chad's teammates. Rick directed them to help carry the animal crate through Luigi's kitchen and up the backstairs to the party room.
Someone opened the animal crate, and said, "Stay, Chad."
Chad sighed, the voice belonged to Rick.
Rick then set a dog bowl filled with Luigi's lasagna in front of Chad, and said, "wait, boy." Then as Chad drooled, Rick added shredded cheese. Then he said, "eat, Chad."
Chad was starving. There were no utensils, and even if there were his mitts wouldn't allow him to use them. Solid real food for the first time in weeks? Or was it months? Chad mashed his dog hood muzzle into the bowl of lasagna. In spite of the dental tongue restraint, Chad managed to scarf down the lasagna.