Andy looks down in shame after admitting about the ordeal considering his options. "I'd like to see Fido, please? I don't want to abandon him" Phil gets up from the chair, adjusting his hard on as he does so. "Are you sure about this, Andy?" "I'm sure" Andy responds and gets up in kind. Phil takes him to the kennels where Fido is being held. As a rather unruly dog he has been given his own cage to not let his own lust go upon the animals. It takes Fido one smell for him to get excited to see Andy before they even enter the cage. Andy cries some in joy at seeing his owner, it shocks him to react this way. How had Fido eaten without his dog bowl? Surely enough Fido also has other needs, and pushes Andy down. Phil, in shock starts to intervene but stops as Andy moans out in being used. The dirty part of his mind wants to watch. The big dogs rocket pops out quickly and Fido begins to hump at his dog bowl, Andy. The dog bowl moans out in bliss, happy to serve his master. His cock is no longer caged and immediately hardens as he is so happy to serve his owner. Quickly his pants are taken off by himself with the help of Fido's unruly teeth that slobber all over his clothes. Andy can't believe he turned down the dog initially for petsitting, he loves Fido, he loves serving Fido, he is Fido's food bowl. He eats first, Fido gets pleasure in using him, how could he deny that from him? Phil loosens the collar of his shirt and looks around. It's a quiet day here, no one should come around and see.
Andy props himself up like he was as a food bowl, Fido is familiar with this and sinks in his dog dick quickly into Andy, panting and slobbering all over the poor helpless dog bowl beneath. Andy is lost in the trance that was put under him. He loves Fido, he's a good dog bowl, he always eats after Fido, pleases Fido. The dog humps him mercilessly just as he did in the wall, the large member feels right inside him, but as his cock throbs it feels wrong. He can't be getting pleasure and he doesn't know how to feel about it as the dog fucks him in front of Phil. Andy closes his eyes tight and Phil begins to grope and fondle himself watching. Fido goes faster, panting over the dog bowls hole that helps his need. He needs to bury his seed and he will.
"You really are this dog's bowl aren't you?" Phil says in dirty talk. It makes the bowl groan out in bliss in how normal he feels again. Not worrying about all that human stuff. "Yes, I am Fido's bowl, I eat what he leaves, I am a good bowl for Fido" he pants out as the dog thrusts in and out of him. "You want to be Fido's dog bowl forever don't you?" Phil continues, pulling out his cock and preing all over the floor. "A good slut for him to use and degrade" Andy groans more as Fido pushes his knot into him, it's a lot, but he's used to how big Fido is and how full it fills him. He pants and groans more. "Please let me be Fido's dog bowl!" He grunts as Fido pushes in the knot cumming slightly before Fido does as well. He knows he shouldn't cum or get pleasure but he was. It made him feel like a bad bowl. "Then do you really want this? To be my property?" Phil keeps on, which makes Andy cum more as the dog licks over his mouth, as if expecting there to be food in Andy. The bowl keeps his mouth wide just as he did as a bowl, getting all of Fido's saliva inside into a thick slop at the back of it. When Fido finally decides there is no food, Andy swallows and goes with his gut. "Please Phil?"
This makes Phil erupt over the scene below, spattering over the bowl's head and some in his open mouth, ready to serve Fido for his next meal. Fido eagerly slurps up what was splashed over and around his bowl, still knotted deep within it. Andy whimpers in happiness. "I guess it's decided again for you then. You are a dog bowl" Phil says plainly to Andy. It makes Andy squirm. "I will adopt Fido and you can live with me as his bowl. But you will do things for me, too" With that Phil puts his boot down on the bowl's chest, as if to symbolize his new ownership of Fido, who own's the bowl.
Soon the dog pulls out again, slobbers over his junk to clean it, and turns away disinterested in it's toy until it's next useful. Andy feels more complete than he had since separating from Fido. His pants are somewhat torn and Phil picks them up for him. The bowl, embarassed, asks "Do you have any food I can feed him?" Phil laughs "Save that for later, can't fatten old Fido up here now can I? You'll serve your purpose I promise." He is now hard again.