Chad had his paws on his head in the storage closet, when the new Chad came to collect him. His head had cleared completely, and he was greatly lamenting his decision to blow the whistle.
Rex said, "Yeah, you blew it in more ways than one. Come on, Ch-I mean, Rex. From now on you answer to Rex. Oh, and if you think you're top dog now? Think again. I'm your master now, but I have to answer to the one who made me a man, and you his dog's bitch."
Chad got to all fours and barked. He was nobody's bitch.
Rex blew the whistle, Chad forgot what Master Rex said before. He was a good dog.
"Come, Rex. Time to run to the park."
Chad was sniffing grass, squirrels and other dogs, as he trotted alongside his jogging master. He blinked. Thar damn whistle! He stopped running and sat on his haunches.
"Bad, Ch-Rex. Remember I'm the master, you're my dog."
A male voice behind then said, "No, Chad's Brutus' bitch now. Bring him over to my pickup, boy, and load him in the animal crate. Tonight the former football star will spend the night in his brother Brad's kennels. Then tomorrow will begin his first month of obedience school. I enrolled him in Brad's special cock hound program."
Rex the new Chad reached down, and picked up the whistle and blew it. Chad the new Rex dog stopped squirming. Chad picked up the dog and carried it to the waiting pickup.
The whistle's spell seemed to wear off faster. Perhaps it was the scent of the big male dog coming from the animal crate. Chad started to squirm and bark. The pickup owner helped the false Chad force the dog Chad into the crate, and secure the door.
"There you go, Chad. You remember Brutus, don't you?" Said the man with an evil grin, "Brutus has waited a long time to pop your cherry. So enjoy your new life dog" Then he turned to the new human Chad, "Now boy before you go take over your master's former life, I think you can start repaying me with a blowjob." He whipped his cock out, and the new Chad was a bit too eager to drop to his knees with his tongue hanging out!
Chad was furious. He recognized the mastermind, he knew Brutus all too well, and he knew all about Brad's special training program. There was no way that- Yikes! Something wet pressed against his rosebud in the cramped cage. He thought desperately, please be Brutus' wet nose. He struggled to turn to face the bigger dog, but strong forepaws were on either side of his shoulders. Damn, Brutus was mounting him. He yapped, barked, then howled. The howl soon was replaced by a whimpering whiny sound. The former dog swallowed.his new master's load.
The master petted the blond head buried in his crotch, and looked over at the dog crate, and said, "Good, Chad. You're a good cock hound "
The real Chad wasn't sure if that "praise" was meant for him or his former dog. He glared at the new master tousling Chad's hair. How could he do that to him?