Matt thought about Don DeSoto, his muscular 18 year old neighbor. How he longed to dominate him. Glancing at some of his dad's S&M porn magazine's he was struck by the picture of a dominatrix leading a man around on a leash. I wish Don DeSoto was my own obedient dog boy. Instantly, there was the distant rumble of thunder, and the air seemed to ripple around him. Matt took a deep breath. The wand worked, reality warped.
Don had just come home from campus for Winter break, and had just put down the kickstand on his motorcycle when the air rippled around him. His skin tingled and his clothing vanished. Don was startled and naked and dashed into his house and to his new reality.
Paul looked up with a start. There was a clear look of disdain on his face as he eyed his oldest boy standing there naked accept for a leather harness and leather mitts. Don awkwardly covered himself with his mitted hands.
"What are you doing here?" Paul asked with a glare and a scowl.
"I was just coming home for Winter Break--" Don began.
"What Winter Break? Slaves--especially, dog slaves don't get breaks! Winter or otherwise," Paul shook his head and stood up. He went over to the phone and picked it up. He looked up a number in the book next to the phone and dialed.
"Dog slave?" Don asked. Apparently, his father was more concerned with him being in the house than being naked and in this weird get up.
"Hello, Matt. Your dog slave is over here, you want to bring a leash and come and get him," Paul said into the handset.
Don's eyes grew round.
"Don't worry, boy, your master will soon be here to take you home," Paul said reassuringly, and patting Don's head.