"A dog collar with a silver bone shaped dog tag, and a leash? Kinky, Sinclair, kinky, but you're worth it,"
Chad said to himself.
He didn't notice the eyes peering around the corner of the lockers. The grin beneath those eyes would spell
trouble for Chad. Actually, the collar would spell the trouble literally. Once connected around his neck,
the collar would forever change Chad.
Slipping into the Men's restroom, Chad opened his shirt collar and fastened the dog collar around his neck.
He grinned at his reflection. He stuffed the leash down the inside of his shirt, and tucked the wrist strap
into his underwear. He slipped the adjustable wrist strap around his cock and balls like a cock ring. He
grinned at his ingenuity. He buttoned his collar to conceal the dog collar, and glanced down at the way his
makeshift cock ring enhanced the bulge in his jeans. Stepping out of the restroom, Chad felt the dog collar
pop out the back of his shirt collar. He tucked it back down, and made sure it was below his collar line and
headed to class.
When Chad entered through the backdoor of his history class, it was already in session. He was 10 minutes
late. The teacher glared at him, as students turned their heads to look at him.
"You're late," said the teacher pointedly.
"Sorry, ma'am," Chad said pulling out a slip of paper and waving it at her, "Coach gave me a pass."
"Alright, well give it to me after class. Right now we're discussing Lucretia Borgia's role in the
Renaissance," the teacher said. Heads turned back to face her while Chad stood where he was doing all he
could not to play with his nipples. They had started to tingle the moment he entered the classroom. The
teacher noticed him standing there, and ordered, "Sit, Chad."
There was a thud as his backpack hit the floor along with his bum, as he sat right down on the floor where he
was standing. Chad blushed, and apologized, "Sorry, I slipped, guess I forgot to tie my shoes after practice.
He said as he climbed into a nearby empty desk.
The teacher shook her head. Surreptitiously, Chad began to play with his nipples behind the textbook tilted up
on his desk.
Someone was asking about Disney's Shaggy Dog, and Lucretia Borgia's reputation as a witch. The teacher
laughed. Lucretia was just a child, "If anyone was using poisons on her beaus it was her older brother and
sister. Mortality rates were high at the time, and it's quite likely that her first husband died naturally,
but the subsequent deaths were more suspicious and created rumors that..."
Chad's mind was elsewhere. He could smell baloney. Not the stuff the teacher was spouting, but the luncheon
meat. The smell was coming from Dirk Bentwood's backpack.
Apparently, Dirk was the one who asked the question about the Shaggy Dog, as the teacher was now saying, "If
you had been here at the start of class - and this applies to you too Chad and Bill, you would have heard me
say that I planned to limit the discussion of the Borgias to their historical context, and not include the
frequent distortions regarding them in popular fiction, television and movies."
Dirk and Bill had been late too? Chad's stomach rumbled, maybe he could get Dirk to share some of his lunch.
Chad was really hungry, and the smell of the baloney was making him salivate. Maybe after class when he gave
teacher one of his passes from the coach, Chad could bring up the subject with Dirk.
Bill was playing with a small silver whistle, while the teacher spoke. He stole a glance out the window.
Right on cue, Coach Wilkins could be seen walking his pug dog on the edge of the playing field. Bill slipped
the whistle to his mouth and blew.
The shrill whistle caused Chad to cover his ears, but no one in the classroom seemed to hear it. The teacher
fortunately had her back to Chad as she was pointing out Venice on the map. Outside there was a loud yapping
and the sound of the coach shouting for his dog to heel. Chad put down his hands, and hunkered down in his
seat doing the best he could to heel. A moment later, he was asking himself why he was trying to heel.
Somehow Chad made it through the class without getting down on all fours and ripping the baloney out of Dirk's
knapsack. The bell rang. He handed the teacher his signed pass. She commented that the coach had forgotten to
fill in the date and time. Chad apologized saying he hadn't noticed, but they could fill them in now. The
teacher just checked him present and erased the tardy checkmark. Dirk and Bill apparently didn't have passes,
and were both duly chastised.
"What's with the whistle, Bill?" Chad asked.
"Oh, you saw how Coach's pug jumped when I blew it? Yeah, this dog whistle has been lots of fun. You know
that kid Dewey who trains service dogs? He's the reason I brought it to school, along with the coach of
course, but he didn't have a dog today. Said something about him getting a new one after school," Bill rambled
on. Chad's nose was leading him to follow Dirk, so he said, "Yeah, Dewey's getting a new dog cool. Catch you
later, Bill."
Bill chuckled softly as Chad left him. Chad assumed it was all the commotion he planned to cause with Dewey
and his new dog.
"Wait up, Dirk. Uh, you got baloney for lunch?"
"Yeah, how d'ya know?" Dirk asked.
"Can't you smell it?" Chad said.
"It's in Tupperware, if you can smell it you must be really hungry," Dirk said.
"Yeah, I am. Could you spare any of it?" Chad asked.
Dirk had an evil look on his face, "How bad dya want it, stud? Are you willing to beg for it?"
Beg?
Chad squatted down, his tongue hung out as he raised his hands in the classic dog-begging routine.
Dirk laughed and extracted a slice of baloney from his sandwich, he dangled it over Chad's hungry eyes. Chad
jumped and grabbed it in his mouth. Dirk laughed, and tousled the hair on Chad's head, "Good boy, Chad!"
Then he went to class.
Chad finished scarfing down the baloney. Looked around to see if anyone was around to have seen his
embarrassing dog imitation. He asked himself, if I'd do that for a slice of baloney, wonder what I'd do for a
Klondike Bar? He scratched his head as he squatted there, and then his eye caught a glimpse of his shoe. Both
his hands were on the floor, and he was scratching his head with his left foot. He stopped scratching, stood,
and headed to his next class. Why was he acting so strangely? He was just hungry - that was it. He was on a
new diet, and the fewer calories were taking their toll. That had to be it.
"Chad, when did you stop shaving?" Dave asked as Chad took his seat in mathematics class.
Chad rubbed his chin, and face, and it was covered with hair. He had shaved this morning, but his night's
growth wasn't as heavy as his beard was now. It felt like a three day growth of beard.
"Need to get some new razor blades," was Chad's reply.
Dave shrugged, "Well, if you're going to grow a brown beard, you should stop bleaching your hair blonde.
"I don't bleach my hair - does my beard really look brown?"
"Matches the roots of your hair, Chad," Dave answered shaking his head.
The bell rang, and the teacher began his lesson.