Matt watched the dog slaves play around in the park, chasing each other, rolling around on the grass, and play-fighting over toys. Don was a little hesitant to approach them at first.
Then he was approached by the slave from before, the young man in a speedo. The speedo guy trotted up behind Don on all fours and sniffed his balls, and instinctively, Don rolled over on his back. "What am I doing?" he thought, horrified. The speedo slave stuck his face deep into Don's crotch and inhaled, and Don's tongue lolled out happily. "Oh man it feels so ... ruff ruff ... aroooooo..."
He rolled back over and playfully tried to pounce on the speedo slave, who dodged and scampered off. Don happily followed.
"I should find a long-term playmate for Don," Matt thought. Just then, another slave owner came over and sat down on the bench. He was another young man, college-age, handsome. On a leash, his dog slave was a big muscle bear of a man, hairy and really well-built. He was wearing just a harness, kneepads, and gloves. The owner unclipped the slave.
"Go play, Spot," he said, and the muscle slave trotted off.
"Cute dog," Matt said. "How long have you had him?"
"Thanks," said the guy. "About a year. I'm still getting used to the whole slave-owner thing. He was a stray that I rescued." He shook Matt's hand. "I'm Rich."
"I've been looking for a playmate for my slave," Matt said. "Ever think of selling yours?"
"Nah, I'm really attached to him. Wherever he goes, I go."
"That can be arranged," Matt smiled. He gripped the wand. "You'd like to be a dog slave too, wouldn't you?"
"What?" said Rich. He looked confused. The wand was doing its work. "I guess ... I never really thought about it."
"Here," said Matt. He handed Rich a collar. "Just put it on and see how you like it."
"Well, I guess there's no harm ..." Rich placed the collar around his neck and tried to buckle it. "Could you help me with this?" he said.
Matt reached up and put his hands around Rich's neck. He threaded the leather end through the buckle, leaning his face in close. "Good boy," he whispered in Rich's ear.
Rich still looked confused. "It feels okay," he said. "But I dunno. I think I like being an owner better." He tried to undo the buckle but couldn't figure it out. "Can you undo it?" he asked.
"Nope," said Matt.
"Seriously, dude, I don't wanna be a slave," Rich said.
"Then why are you taking off your clothes?" Matt said.
"I'm ... I'm not ... am I?" said Rich. Still sitting on the bench, he leaned down and started unlacing his sneakers. "Why am I doing this? Please, dude, don't make me a slave."
"You're a good boy, aren't you?" said Matt, ruffling Rich's hair.
"Yeah ... yeah I am..." Rich said, still feeling confused. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled his shirt up over his head. "Do I hafta take my pants off?"
"I'll help you," said Matt. He unbuckled Rich's pants, and pulled them off. Rich was wearing cute blue briefs. He covered himself up, looking a little ashamed. "Oh man I feel so exposed," he said. "I don't know what's happening. Why am I becoming a slave?" He leaned toward Matt on the bench. "Please help."
"First, no dogs on the furniture," Matt said.
Rich meekly stood up, looking around, hoping nobody would see him. "But I'm not a dog ... not a dog..." he said. "I'm ... ruff!" He covered his mouth. "Did I just bark?" He took a step toward Matt, but stumbled a bit and landed on all fours. "Woof woof! Please sir, make me a human again!"
"Sit," said Matt. Rich sat on his haunches. "You sure look like a dog to me," said Matt.
"I'm not though! I don't know why I'm acting this way!" Rich wailed.
"You're making a lot of noise," Matt said. "I think you need some help quieting down." He waved the wand over Rich's head, and a ball gag materialized in front of his face.
"Oh no ... please ... no ... mmmf!" Rich opened his mouth and the ball gag popped inside, magically buckling itself behind his head.
"Good boy," said Matt. He picked up the leash that Rich had been carrying when he was a slave owner, and clipped it to dog-boy Rich's collar. As soon as he did, Rich appeared to calm down, a hazy dumb look appearing on his face. He wagged his butt back and forth.
"Would you like a tail?" Matt asked. Rich made muffled arf noises and wagged his butt faster. "Then take off those undies," said Matt. Rich quickly pulled his underwear off, leaving him completely naked. Matt waved the wand again and Rich moaned. He stuck his butt up in the air as a small plug materialized in his hole. It got bigger and bigger, growing outward and bouncing like a big heavy tail.
"Good boy," Matt said, patting him on the head. Rich looked so dumb and happy now.
"Wanna go play with your former slave?" Matt asked.