Adam drifted up out of sleep just in time to hear the end of Roger's conversation as his master came into the house through the back door. "-just want to see if he can get used to it," said the young man.
Adam didn't think much of it, and was preparing himself to drift back to sleep when another voice answered, "Fine with me. Keep him as long as you need. If he can get along with Fang, he can probably get along with anyone. You sure you want to test him with a Rottweiler, though? I mean, no offense, but your dog's kind of a wimp."
This was a voice Adam recognized and didn't care for at all. Carl, his hated enemy and rapist. Adam had almost grown accustomed by this point to being treated as an animal - those who saw him seemed to consider him nothing more out of the ordinary than a golden retriever, despite the fact that he knew himself to be a young man in an unfortunate sexual costume. But Carl was different. Despite ostensibly seeing him as a dog, Carl was... strange. He'd gotten Adam to lick his cock once, curious as to what it would be like, and he and his friend had once shoved a dildo into Adam's ass, just to see if they could. It had been quite the ordeal, especially considering that Adam's ass was already stuffed to capacity with the large phallus that supported the canine tail sticking out of him.
For these reasons, Adam was already on edge when the two young men entered the room. He became even more uneasy, however, when he realized that there was someone else with them.
"I'm sure he'll be fine," Roger was saying. "Despite the stupid name you gave him, Fang seems pretty friendly."
"Fang," it seemed, was a handsome young black man accompanying Roger and Carl. But instead of walking beside them, he crawled on his hands and knees as Adam did. Like Adam, a small pair of fake doggy ears was strapped to his head. He had a collar around his neck to which a leash was connected; Carl held the other end.
Adam stared at the newcomer in blatant amazement. Someone else like him - another person in his same predicament! Perhaps this new person would know something about why this had happened to him - would be able to answer his questions. Adam sat up, suddenly excited.
As soon as the newcomer spotted Adam, he lunged forward. Only the tightly-held leash restraining him kept him from bowling Adam over. The strange young man grinned at Adam, harsh and cynical.
"Hey there, Baby," he said. "What's a little bitch like you doing in a place like this?"
"Whoa there," said Carl, pulling back on the leash. "Easy now, Fang. Take it easy."
"Are you sure you're okay with letting me borrow him so soon after you got him?" asked Roger. "Will he be confused, or homesick?"
"Naw, Fang can handle anything, can't ya boy?" Carl replied. "The lady at the pound trained him real well. He's real obedient. He'll be fine."
Fang had calmed down and was sitting, watching Adam with bright, glittering eyes that made Adam uneasy. Adam noticed with a sudden, sharp jealousy that this "Fang" was not subjected to the same humiliating anal accessory as Adam was. Only the ears, his nudity, and the fact that Roger and Carl were treating him like a dog gave any indication of his strange nature.
"Should I let 'im go?" asked Carl.
Roger hesitated a moment, then said, "Alright. He seems to have calmed down."
Carl reached down and unclipped the leash from Fang's collar. Adam eyed the newcomer warily as Fang moved gracefully and confidently towards him. Somehow he managed to look completely in control, despite the fact that he was crawling.
"Hey," said Fang again, his voice soft and low. He began to circle Adam, watching and appraising. The expression on his face was one of supreme confidence and condescension. "What's the matter, bitch? You afraid of me?"
Adam tried to reply, to ask this newcomer what was going on, how he'd come to be in this position, but as always he couldn't make his voice work. Either the strap holding on his ears or some other force drying out his throat made it difficult to articulate words, and he was capable only of making small, uncertain noises. If he and this newcomer were really the same, then why could Fang talk when Adam himself could not? And what about Carl and Roger? Fang was speaking English... couldn't they hear him? Couldn't they understand? They didn't seem to.
Adam felt paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. This young man, who had seemed for a moment to be the answer to all his questions, seemed more and more a threat with every passing moment. Adam squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze.
Fang paused in his circling directly behind Adam. Adam had just barely turned his head to look over his shoulder when suddenly Fang was on top of him, arms holding his torso down, his cock rubbing furiously against the stuffed cleft between Adam's cheeks.
"Hey!" exclaimed Roger, taking a step forward, but Carl stopped him. "Easy man," Carl said. "That's just how they show dominance. He's not gonna hurt him."
Adam inwardly cursed Carl. He wanted Roger to step in, wanted him to stop this humiliation! The tip of Fang's cock butted up against his anus, pushing rough and dry against the decorative dildo already embedded inside him. It was much too dry and tight to enter him, however, and so the humiliation continued only as a burning friction on his rear.
"Hnph," Fang snorted derisively in his ear. "I've knocked up bitches with more spine than you. What a little wimp."
With that, he seemed to lose interest in Adam completely. He dismounted and padded over to the sofa, where he proceeded to jump up on to the cushions and flop down as though he owned the place. Shaking from fear and humiliation, Adam did nothing.
"See?" said Carl. "He's fine. Don't worry about it. Where do you want to put his kennel and stuff?"
"Oh, uh, hold on. Lemme go clear out some space in the garage. I'll be right back."
Roger left the room, leaving Adam alone with Fang and Carl. This automatically left Adam feeling nervous. Something bad always happened to him when he was left alone with Carl.
But unexpectedly, Carl just glanced between Adam and Fang - who was still watching him, despite his lazy pose - and turned to walk into the kitchen. Pleased for the reprieve, Adam lay down and closed his eyes. With any luck, this new nightmare would be over soon and then things could get back to normal.
Despite everything, he was actually starting to drift off again when he suddenly felt a tug on his tail dildo and then, before he could react, a slimy sensation underneath it against his asshole. Jolting awake, he discovered Carl kneeling behind him, pressing the open mouth of a bottle of olive oil firmly against Adam's anus.
Distressed, Adam immediately attempted to move away, but Carl used his other hand to grab Adam firmly by the neck and hold him down. Carl's grip was like iron as he continued to smear olive oil around and into Adam's anus. Giving up on escaping, Adam tried to at least wriggle his ass enough to get out of the way of the oily intrusion. To his surprise, Carl seemed to understand his apprehension and stopped, putting the olive oil down on the ground. Adam was unsure what to think about his tormentor's generosity.
But his fear suddenly redoubled as Carl called out, "Here Fang! Here boy! Come here!" Adam heard but didn't see the soft padding sound of Fang as he got off the couch and trotted up behind Adam.
"My poor stud didn't get to the fuck the bitch proper, did he?" Carl crooned at his pet. "Come on then! Mount up! Come on boy!" He patted the ground by Adam's head.
Adam squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the weight of Fang on top of him once more. Carl removed his hand from Adam's neck, but now Fang's body weight held him down, still immobile. Adam trembled as he felt Carl grab the base of his tail dildo, lifting it up and out of the way, stretching open his anus.
Again came the pressure of Fang's cock against Adam's ass, substantially harder this time. It slipped and skated over Adam's behind, sliding around in the oil as Fang humped him. Carl laughed, and Adam winced as the young man gave a sharp, brutal tug on the tail, angling the dildo so that it pried Adam open, exposing him, letting cold air filter down into his passage.
Seconds later, Fang's cock finally found purchase in the newly-stretched opening. The cock slid up the length of the cleft between his cheeks, hit the dildo and abruptly sank into him, shifting down and inward, plunging into his exposed, lubricated hole. Adam let out a sharp, high-pitched shriek as Fang buried his considerable length in Adam's ass, shuddering with pleasure when he reached his deepest.
Carl laughed once more and sat back, grabbing up the olive oil and screwing the cap back on, taking it back to the kitchen. He was absent entirely when Fang started to move, small swivels of his hips that plunged his cock in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out of Adam's ass. He never pulled out very far, and Adam felt as though his ass would split open from the combined breadth of Fang's dick and the large dildo wedged inside him.
When Carl returned, Fang was well and truly going at it. Carl gave Fang a small, encouraging cheer. "Go for it, Boy! Show that bitch who's boss!," he called, and then took a seat in one of the living-room armchairs where he'd have a good view of Fang fucking his friend's dog.
"Hey Carl!" came Roger's faint voice, drifting up from the garage. "Can you bring in the kennel from the car? I think I have the space almost set up!"
"Sure thing!" Carl called back. He grinned at the dogs. "You puppies play nice now, okay?" he said, before making his way out the door towards the driveway.
Adam whimpered; Fang did not slow down one bit with his master gone. In fact, he only pushed Adam's torso down harder, forcing his ass higher up into the air, dominating him. "Ooo," he growled, "you're a nice, tight bitch. I'm gonna have to do this more often. You'd like that, huh? Having a nice, big alpha dominate you like that, take you rough? I bet when you go to the park, even the bitches piss on you."
Please stop! Adam wanted to yell, but still his voice betrayed him. The only sounds his body could produce were a high, pleading whine and the wet, obscene squelching that came from their joining where Fang's thrusts drove his cock deep into Adam's rectum.
Carl came in again, carrying a large wire cage. He smiled at the still-fucking dogs and walked past them, carrying it out towards the garage. Moments later he came back and repeated the procedure, carrying a dog bed and toys and other such accessories in to where Roger waited. Throughout the entire procedure, Fang continued to fuck Adam, until Adam's ass was red, his anus sore and abused. His passage felt as though it was on fire - what small amounts of oil Carl had managed to get into him had allowed Fang enough leeway to slide into him, but it certainly didn't ease the harsh scrape of his thrusts, the burning stretch, the overflowing feeling of penetration.
"Aw shit, Bitch, you're about to be marked," Fang growled, just as Carl entered the room once more from the direction of the garage. With a few more wild, deep thrusts Fang stilled, buried to the hilt inside of Adam. Adam felt the pulse and gushing heat of Fang's orgasm as his cum poured out into Adam, flooding his insides. A matching heat of shame suffused Adam's cheeks as he hid his face in sheer humiliation.
"Rngh," grunted Fang. "Nice, Bitch. Very nice. I'll have you again soon, no doubt. Count on it." And once again he retired to the living room couch.
Carl gave a short, amused clap as Fang slid abruptly out of Adam and moved away. He was still chuckling to himself as Roger entered the room.
"What?" asked Roger. "What's so funny?"
"Aw, nothing," said Carl. "Nevermind. I like your dog, man."
Roger gave him a strange look, but didn't comment. "Well, alright then, Fang's stuff is all settled in. I'll probably keep him here... a couple days or so. Maybe a week."
Adam groaned desperately, looking up at Roger from where he lay fucked-open and exhausted on the floor. A week?
"That's right, Buddy!" said Roger encouragingly, grinning down at Adam. "If you can behave yourself with Fang, we might just bring you home a new brother from the pound! How does that sound, huh? A new friend to play with you every day? Fang's brother is still at the pound, and needs a good home. It'd be like Fang being here all the time! Doesn't that sound fun?"
Adam groaned again and hid his face in his hands. Carl laughed. "Oh man, I'm sure he'd just love that," he said, grin wide, showing all of his teeth.