Chad didn't really have to go, and Brad really didn't seem that interested in Chad going on command. Oh, he would stop by various trees, poles, and fire hydrants throughout the park, and order Chad to raise his hind leg or squat, while he looked around. After the third time, Chad realized Brad was girl watching. He was using Chad's attempts at peeing on command to stop and gawk.
"Bingo," Brad said, "Come,boys" and tugged on their leashes.
Max snickered.
Chad smelled the bitch dog before he smelled the girl who was walking her. As they approached, Chad recognized Karen Sinclair and poodle Betsy.
Brad whispered a command while walking, "Max, mount."
Chad suddenly felt Max on his back. The huge madtiff's hot breath on his neck was followed by a huge gob of saliva, and a sharp pain in his anus. Chad let out a yowl. The leashes were taut as Brad kept walking and the dog's stopped.
Brad spun and grabbed Chad saying, "Bad dog! Bad, Chad! Bad, Max! Don't do that!"
Chad struggled to pull free, but Brad held him still until Max had knotted with Chad. Karen and Betsy were nearly upon them. Brad whispered, "Good job, Max!" He stood, and said, "Sorry, ladies, but you know boys with be boys." Brad said feigning helpless embarrassment.
"Oh, they're just doing what comes natural,"Karen said.
"That's a fine poodle you have there. I just got mine yesterday," he paused, then added with a grin, "he is a rescue."
"Why would anyone give away a handsome poodle like that?" Karen knelt down and began to feel him all over the way dog officiandos
are want to. Chad was never more embarrassed. He was being fucked by a dog, knotted, while his current dream date was feeling him up, and tugging on his manhood.
Brad moved in close. He said softly, "If Chad's boyfriend Max wasn't mating with him, I bet Chad would be a good mate for your dog. What's her name?"
"Betsy. Does your dog have papers?"
"Dunno. I can check with where I got Chad. As for why anyone would get rid of him, I suspect they got Chad as puppy, and they were expecting him to stay toy size, but he grew to full size. Since he wouldn't fit in his owner's purse, they traded him in for a purse sized pup."
"Oh, that's awful. Is that really what happened?"
"Dunno. But the guy I got Chad from implied it. Said that it got too big," Brad said. It wasn't exactly what Karl said when he recruited Brad in his plans months earlier. He had said "Chad's gotten too big for his britches."
"Oh. Well, that's too bad. Maybe they live in an apartment? Maybe the management has a size limit, you know 20 lbs or so? Maybe that's what they meant by too big."
"I own the kennel out on County Road 69, if you want to bring her by sometime, we can get to know each other better, while Chad and Betsy do it," Brad said gently rubbing against Karen as he reached to pet Chad. He added, "Here's my card."
Karen glanced at the card. Then said, "Chad?" She paused. "Brad, you're Chad my school's quarterback's brother! You named your dog after your brother?"
"Yeah, Chad's my bro. But this little Chad already had his name when I got him. I train and breed dogs. I find keeping their names at least until they're fully trained makes the training easier and faster, than if they have to learn a new name too."
Betsy may have been in heat, but she didn't want to stick around until that huge black beast unknotted. The poodle that the mastiff was knotted with was clearly in pain, and smelled weird. She figured the mastiff would try to mount her next. She tugged at her mistress' lead.
"Oh. Betsy wants to go. Nice meeting you, Brad. Say hi to Chad, Big Chad your brother for me. i'm Karen Sinclair. I'll give you a call for a playdate with Betsy and Little Chad."
She was gone, but the scent of her lavender perfume lingered.