As you follow Jack outside, you are surprised at how easy it was to move around on all fours. You also notice that you aren't at all embarrassed about going outside completely naked.
'Well, Jack's backyard is surrounded by hedges, no one will see me,' but you know that you are just making excuses for yourself. You get to Jack and ready yourself to play along with what ever game he had in mind.
You see that he is still holding your boxer as he looks at you and says, "Ready boy? Go Get it!" and then throws them across the yard.
'He's kidding right?' you think to yourself, but you want your shorts too bad to really care. You rush out to them and get there before Jack does. You turn around and see that he hadn't even tried to beat you to them, and was waiting for you to return with them.
Part of you wants to just slip the boxers on and be done with it but the other thinks that would be to easy. Some how, building up all the determination to get them back only to have them as good as handed to you was a bit of a let down. So, you decide to play it up a bit and play along.
You crawl back to Jack and hand him the boxers who takes them and says, "Good boy!" and bends down to scratch your ear.
This simple touch relaxes you far better then any massage ever could, you close your eyes, taking in the pleasure and lose all sense of time as Jack rubs.
Too soon it seems he straitens up and throws the boxer again. Wanting him to scratch your ear some more, you wait but he only watches you. 'Maybe if I bring them back he will do it again!' you think to your self and go rushing after them
When you reach them, you pause for a moment. You could have sworn that your boxers had been blue and gray striped, not solid red, but want your ear rubbed to care very much so you grab them again and rush back to Jack.
Once again, he crouches down and praises you with a good scratching. It feels even better then before, and as he scratches, you don't notice your ear slowly getting pointy, the cartilage softening, and migrate to the top of your head.
For a third time he throws the boxers and your charge after them. As you pick them up, your hands get tangled in the material which is some how thicker and more stiff then you remember. Knowing that master's hands are waiting to please you, you shove the shorts into your mouth to save time.
Over and over your master throws the boxers across the yard for you to fetch. Each time was more exhilarating then the last. And with each retrieval, your ears continue to change and flop down while your boxers get harder, rounder and eventually, your ears are those of a dog and your boxers are a red, rubber ball.