Chad's muzzle was pressed against the metal screen of the crate, while Brutus continued to mount him.
"Seriously? Mr. MVP and his championship cost me big time, remember?"
"Ooh, yeah, you lost big time to that bookie because Chad's team skunked your brother's team in the Championship game. Oh, you weren't the guy who came up short were you? I heard he sold tickets to a deadbeat's cherry picking, and ran a betting pool on how many cocks he could take up the ass before he passed out. That wasn't you was it?"
Blue Jeans groaned.
"Ew, sorry. But no worries, I promised you I'd train your bitch to be the perfect cockhound, and I will," Brad said. Then he bent over, and put his face inches from the whining bitch dog's face against the crate's wire screen, and said, "Bro, you understand, a promise is a promise. You will be Joe's cockhound. Not only that but I'll raise all yours and Brutus' descendants to be premier cockhounds. And when I'm through with you, Chad, you will devote every fiber of your being to making every male you encounter happy. Heh, heh. Oh, yeah, Joe, bitch boy's face tells me Chad is already starting to enjoy Brutus' cock inside her. This may be easier than I thought."
He stood, and walked away, as Chad whined and whimpered.
"Think, she'll be ready by the time of the Athletic Banquet at my bro's school in May?"
"Depends," Brad said matter-of-factly as he and Joe walked away, "as a bitch dog yeah, she'll be a perfect cockhound. If you mean to have Chad human, I either need to have a couple months training him as a human cockhound, or you need to have him neutered."