Bounder chewed on rubber inflatable Chad's dick, arms, legs, face- any rubber part he could fit between his jaws. He sniffed the think thoroughly too. It was a confusing toy. It was shaped like Chad. Smelled like a rubbery version of Chad. And in a faint muffled way sounded like Chad.
Finally, after studying Chad for an hour or so, Bounder decided to drag his toy out into the sunlight for further inspection. Chad protested in his faint squeaky way, but Bounder was unmoved. He pulled Chad by his leg, but while one leg went through the doggy door, the other bent up. Then the arms wedged against the door. Next Bounder grabbed Chad's dick burying his teeth in the rubber and pulling. Somehow Chad bent impossibly. His thighs against his back and his arms pinned back against his head. By brute force and determination, Bounder pulled Chad through the doggy door. Chad was amazed he hadn't burst or ripped being roughly pulled through the doggy door.
Bounder was elated. He barked happily, while running circles around his new black rubber toy.
Chad was relieved Brad's car was parked in the drive blocking any passersby of a view of Chad's current condition.
Bounder picked Chad up again, this time he was carrying Chad toward his dog house. It had been a fort playhouse when Brad and Chad were kids, but they had converted it into a big dog house for Bounder. Chad didn't want to end up buried in Bounder's dragon hoard. Every Spring they'd clean out Bounder's dog house. They'd find old clothes, deflated balls, shoes, cans, and all sorts of odds and ends Bounder would drag home. Chad didn't want to wait months only to be found deflated.
"Bound dah. Takeme... to...my.... rum,," wheezed Chad.
Bounder paused, he looked at the house where Chad's room was, and back at the dog house.
"Oop stuhs" Chad wheezed.