Bruce slammed the van door, and sauntered around to the drivers door, and climbed in to the driver's seat.
"Haven't owned a rubber slinky dog before, but I have owned a dog before. It's important to make sure a new pup knows its master's scent," Bruce said.
He reached over to his gym bag on the floor in front of the passenger's seat. He opened up the bag and fished out his stinky jockstrap. He crinkled his nose at the ripe smell.
"Yeah, boy, today's our lucky day. This is my lucky jockstrap. I wore it all season without washing it. I planned to wash it when my team won the championship. But your team won," griped Bruce, "and I still haven't washed it. So you, lucky dog, can imprint your master's scent," Bruce said, as he proceeded to grab Chad's rubber puppy head out of the cargo net, stretching Chad's rubber neck until Chad's head was in Bruce's lap, while his body remained trapped in the cargo net in the back of the van.
"Yeep?" Chad squeaked in terror. It waa sure its head would pop off.
Bruce grinned down at his prize. It had been the boy he had obsessed on for years. It was his now. Not quite the way he planned. He had expected his Chad to be a rubber gimp slave or maybe a rubber sex doll. But a living rubber slinky sex hound was unique. Bruce stretched his stinky jockstrap pouch across Chad's snout. Then he used the straps to tie Chad's maw shut muzzling his new pet/toy.
"There, boy, inhale deeply. Memorize your master's scent, I own you now. Remember that Bruce owns you, Cha- Yeep. From now on your name is Yeep, and I own you," Bruce said. Then he stretched Chad's neck a bit further. He released his grip on Chad's head. Like a rubberband Chad's neck snapped back banging Chad's head against the van's ceiling, floor and walls before finally resting back in the cargo net on the wall of the van.
"No snappy comeback, Yeep?" Bruce said. Chad was silent. Bruce continued, "Guess that was your snappy comeback. Well, you're still breathing. I can see my pouch being sucked into your nose as you breathe in, and inflated as you breath out. So you're still alive. Least ways alive as a rubber puppy can be."
Bruce revved the van's engine and drove away from Chad's former home. Bruce had a doghouse waiting in his backyard, which would soon have Yeep's name on it.