Finally, Bounder appeared to lose interest in trying out Chad's moves on the now vaginally equipped Chad. More likely after an hour and half of sex, his now human penis could get it up. He stood up and stretched. Chad looked up and the handsome naked brute that used to be his dog. His dog, he remembered.
Using his most authoritative tone, Chad said, "Bounder," as he started to stand.
A pair of firm hands caught Chad on his head and right shoulder pushed him down. Chad's butt cheeks pressed against the ground. Bounder used his hands and feet to position Chad in the standard canine sit position with his knees bent, his butt cheeks on the gound, arms straight down in front of him, hands between his feet, head up. "Good, Chad, sit. Stay."
"Hey, I'm not a dog. I'm your master, Bounder," Chad whined, but he remained in position with Brounder's firm hand gripping his shoulder and holding him in place.
Bounder sighed, he swatted Chad on his nose, and said, "You're not my master anymore. You're my bitch. And I'm not Bounder anymore, I'm Lancelot, but you can call me Lance. And as long as my dick isn't in you, when you change back into a dog, I expect I will remain human. But when you're a dog, you have to be an obedient dog. If you won't let me train you, I can always enroll you in your brother Brad's obedience school," Bounder said with a wicked gleam in his eye, "you remember Brad's dog Max, don't you?"
"You wouldn't. I didn't let Brad train you, Bou- Lance," Chad said catching himself as he saw the expression on his former dog's face changing, while starting to stand.
"Chad, sit!" Lance ordered, "and remember good dogs dont speak." His hand pushed Chad back into the sit position.
Chad had started to open his mouth, but his eyes went from the big muscled man's huge manhood hanging in front of his face to his own current camel toe where his manhood used to be. He sighed and remained silent, and stayed as instructed. If he did become a dog again, while Bounder remained human, Chad would need him as an ally. Besides the sex with Lance had been good, and Chad was still as horny as ever, and he wouldn't mind going a few more rounds with Lance.
For the next twenty minutes, Chad sat, rolled over, presented, lay down, spoke, begged, and played dead. Finally, a smug grin of approval appeared on Lance's face. He took Chad's leash, and tugged saying, "Come, Chad."
Chad briefly tried to stand but the taut leash kept him trotting forward on all fours behind Lance's muscular buns of steel. Lance led Chad across the backyard to the gravel dog run behind the garage.
Chad almost said, there are toilets in the house, but his bladder was full, and he had done the same thing with Bounder when he was a dog, so he would grin and bear it.
Lance pointed, and said, "Pee, Chad."
Chad considered raising his leg, but realized he didn't have anything to aim at the moment. So he squatted over the gravel, and drained his bladder.
"Good, Chad," Lance said, after Chad finished.
Then he took the leash again, and said, "Come."
He led Chad to the backdoor.