Sit

“Sit,” Camila commands you one more time. You slowly lower yourself to the ground, sitting on the floor you stare up at Camila. She walks around the desk, “That’s a good boy.” She leans against the front of the desk staring down at you. “Now take these,” she says handing you a small paper cup of pills and another of water.

You stare down at the mix of colors, each pill having its own purpose. Even if those purposes are a complete mystery to you. You down the two cups, pills then water. A big swallow and then Camila grabs your face, looking in your mouth. The pills were gone so she says, “Good boy.”

The room starts to spin, or is it your head. A pair of hands help you back to your feet, you look over to see Sofia supporting you. Your legs are shaky, as the two of you walk back down the hall. The hallway shifts in front of you but the white door from before isn’t there any more. Maybe the pills are already working, some kind of anti-psychotic.

Sofia lays you down in your bed. And strokes your hair as you drift off. “Shh, good boy, Maxie.”

“Is he okay?” Sofia’s voice awakens you. The lights are bright as you look around to see the Millers all around you. You’re laying naked on a cold metal table. A cast on your left arm.

“He’s going to be just fine. A broken leg is all,” another man answers. It looks like you’re in a doctor’s office. The pictures on the wall are of naked people sitting among their clothed families. The pieces fall together, you’re in a “veterinarian’s” office.

“I was so worried,” Sofia cries, wrapping her arms around. She pulls you in tight, your head resting against her chest. “I’ll walk you everyday, so you don’t have to go with Nicole.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault, he just took off,” Nicole shouts.

“He doesn’t just take off! You must not have been holding his leash tight enough,” Sofia retorts, releasing your head.

The two of them go back and forth. You’re half listening as the doctor lifts you off the table. Based on Sofia and Nicole’s arguing, you gather that Nicole says you pulled the leash from her hand and ran into traffic. She doesn’t mention Lucas’s house, or dogcatchers. Was the door and the mental hospital all a dream?

They lead you out of the office, you’re limping since you can’t use your left arm to support yourself. They help you up into the car, and drive home. The rest of the night you sit around the living room. The whole family, except Robert, is affectionate giving you pets and treats.

“Bedtime girls,” Robert says, “Crate him and get ready.”

“Can’t he sleep with me tonight?” Nicole asks. “I feel bad that he got hurt because of me.”

Robert glares at his daughter, “Fine. But if he has any accidents or tears anything up, you’re grounded and he goes to the pound.”

“Thanks Daddy,” she says standing up to hug him. “Come on boy,” she says calling you after her.

“What! Tomorrow he sleeps with me,” Sofia whines. Well if one good thing came out of breaking your arm, it seems like the crate may be a relic of the past now.

Nicole has to help you up into her bed. You watch as she strips, each article of clothing nearly making it into the hamper. By the time she climbs into bed next to you, she’s only wearing her panties.

Your cock is hard from watching her strip, and twitches as she climbs into bed with you. She hugs you, resting your head against her bare chest. She runs her fingers through your hair as she whispers, “I’m sorry, boy.” Your cock presses against her thigh, each motion of either of you results in a surge of pleasure.

She doesn’t put a stop to it, if anything it seems like she’s moving her leg more. As it continues, you lose control and start humping her leg. You’re sure she’ll stop you any second, but instead she continues petting your head, whispering, “Good boy.”

You thrust, feeling the soft touch of her thigh against your hard member. You rut against her until you finally explode, shooting your load against her thigh. The both of you are a mess, as you drift off in her arms.

In the morning, she take you in the shower with her. Cleaning up the crusty mess from the night before. She uses her leg to tease you, coaxing you into humping her leg once more. You easily give in to her silent command, if she wants her legs humped you’re willing to oblige.

You slowly settle into life with the Millers. Sofia quickly catches on to Nicole getting her legs humped, and convinces you to do the same with her. You can tell she is still hurt from your ‘rejection’ of her advances, but she hasn’t tried again, you’d likely give in now. She does continue taking you to the dog park, encouraging contact with other dogs. Even planning out play dates with other dogs.

And so life goes on. Walks, leg humps, bland meals, head scratches. It could be worse, the Millers are all nice, even Robert is slowly coming around. The memory of the mental hospital fades, was it all just a vivid dream? Or are you living within a psychotic break? Either way it doesn’t matter, there’s nothing you can do, right?