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“This is the one.  He’s perfect.”

Kevin knew he should be excited at the prospect of finally getting adopted, but it was hard for the former jock to become enthusiastic about much lately.  He was aware when he’d entered the program that someone he’d known from his life before might be the one to take him from the kennel, he’d just hoped it wouldn’t be the case.  Like so many other things in his short life, it was a vain hope.  Instead of a stranger, the lean, chestnut-haired young man found himself standing naked in front of a former classmate.  Jacob had been a year behind him, and while they’d never really crossed paths, especially after Kevin dropped out, his peer had clearly done some growing up.  The other man was still scrawny, with an air of “nerd” about him that was emphasized by the shaggy blonde hair, oversized glasses on his angular face, and the tight, small clothes that showed off his whipcord body.  But at nineteen he was starting to fill out, no longer looking like a thin kid but a wiry young man.  He’d never be mistaken for a jock, but Kevin could see the beginning of some tone and the potential that Jacob’s body held if the other man ever decided to act on it.  He didn’t remember much about his former classmate other than he got picked on a lot and a rumor about him being gay, but that wasn’t the sort of thing Kevin ever paid attention to.  He’d been a jock, a pampered athlete with a bright future, but he’d never been a bully.  And considering what he’d been through and what was about to happen, Kevin wasn’t about to start judging now.

“Are you sure about this bud?  It’s a big responsibility.”

Kevin bristled at the condescending tone from the older man who he assumed to be Kevin’s father, but anger was as hard to muster as excitement.  He’d done this all to himself.  He’d been the one who thought he knew it all and could handle anything.  He’d been the one to get hooked on pills and partying.  He’d been the one to take his chiseled young body and throw it away before he even had a chance to fully enjoy it.  He’d been the one to drop out of school and flush the free ride that his natural athletic talent would have granted him at any college he wanted.  And he’d been the one to enter the adoption program after hitting rock bottom.

At the rate he was going, Kevin knew it was only a matter of time before he wound up either dead or in jail.  He was already using what remained of his handsome, athletic looks and gifted endowment to get by, doing things he’d never imagined possible just to chase a high.  After a particularly embarrassing score where he’d been filmed jerking off while fucking himself with an intimidatingly large dildo, Kevin finally decided enough was enough.  He couldn’t stop himself, and he didn’t have anyone left to help him try, so at least in the Adoption program the temptation would be removed.  He wouldn’t have any choice but to get clean, and his chances of winding up in a good home would be better now while he still had at least a bit of his old looks to sell.  He was currently miles away from his glory days of a sculpted, chiseled young Adonis, but he was still shredded and lean, his twenty-one-year-old face carrying a few lingering scraps of its boy-next-door charm.

It had been rough going through the withdrawal sickness for the first few weeks, but he’d finally reached a point of being well enough to go out in a public pen for prospective “rescuers.”  A part of him was actually grateful for the withdrawal-induced numbness as it took the edge off the embarrassment he normally would have felt at spending his days naked and on display while people sized him up and talked about him like he was a pet, and it kept at bay any anxiety over the acknowledgement that a “pet” is more or less what he was about to become.

Kevin’s heart started racing when a technician walked over to Jacob and his father, tablet in hand.  “Ah, I see you’re interested in Kevin here.  He’s a little rough around the edges at the moment, but a great choice!  He’s a solid template for whichever breed you’d like to go with.  Is he for you?”

Jacob’s father shook his head.  “No, for my son here.”  A part of Kevin wished he’d be going home with a man like the middle-aged stud instead of someone his own age, but he knew he didn’t have a say in the matter.

“Even better!  We like to match our rescues up with people around their own age whenever possible.  It’s not required, but it can help with the bonding process,” the technician said cheerfully.  “So what were you thinking in terms of breed?”

“Well, we’re not entirely sure,” Jacob’s father shrugged.  He ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair before reaching over and tousling his son’s.  “I travel a lot, and Jacob is about to enter his Sophomore year at college and he’ll be moving out into his own apartment, so I’d feel better if he had someone who could keep an eye out for him.”

“Dad, I don’t need a guard dog,” Jacob said, rolling his eyes.

“But I’d still feel better if you had one,” his father said.  “We talked about this, bud.  You want to move out…you’re taking some protection with you.”

Jacob sighed and folded his thin arms over his barely-present chest as he spoke to the technician.  “All I’m looking for is something basic.  I don’t want some Jock or Alpha that I’m going to have to constantly be keeping an eye on, you know?  Just someone chill that can hang out and have fun but be there if I need it.  I don’t know what you’d call that, though.”

The technician nodded, a broad smile on his face as he pulled up a screen on his tablet.  “Sounds like the ‘Good Boy’ program is exactly what you’re looking for.  It’s a blend of several options, toning down the exuberance of the Jock and the aggressiveness of the Alpha, but with elements of both present.  They’re not always the smartest, but they’ve got a better head on their shoulders than the Jocks do, that’s for sure.  Tends to result in a more mellow companion than a pure Alpha, too.  He’ll still bulk up quite a bit and can have an edge at times depending on the circumstances, but as with any breed a little training goes a long way.”

“Sounds perfect,” Jacob’s father said when the younger man nodded.

Kevin wasn’t sure that was how he’d describe things as the technician turned to him.  He’d just heard words like “not the smartest” and “bulking up” and “training”, all of which made his circumstances very real.  The anxiety he’d been unable to feel poked through the haze of withdrawal when the technician smiled and the door opened at the far end of his cell.

“Hear that Kevin?  You ready to be a Good Boy,” the technician asked, motioning for him to head through into the processing area.

The former jock took a deep breath, reminding himself why he was here and what kind of life waited for him if he suddenly decided to back out.  He told himself Jacob seemed like a nice enough guy, as did his dad, and it wasn’t like he was the smartest person around anyway.  If he was, he wouldn’t have been standing naked while surrounded by clothed strangers when the technician, Jacob and his father all joined him in the small exam room.  He knew he had to get used to that last part.  Clothes were forever off the table as soon as he’d joined the program, but now that he was out of the cell and actually amongst people who were clothed, he was starting to better understand what that was going to feel like.

“Uh…hey.  I’m Jacob.”  Kevin couldn’t help but smile at the way his soon-to-be owner blushed when he looked his naked frame up and down.  “Did we…go to school together?  Kevin, right?”

The naked jock nodded.  “I thought you looked familiar too.  Been a minute.”

“Yeah, I always wondered where you ended up.  But that’s not why I’m doing this, though,” Jacob stammered quickly.  “Because I know you, I mean.  It’s not like this is some weird revenge thing or something, I just thought you’d…you look like you want to get out of here and…”

“Dude, it’s cool,” Kevin laughed, already feeling a strange protectiveness towards the thin, awkward young man.  “I’m flattered you picked me for whatever reason.”

“See?  Getting along already,” the technician interjected.  He patted the exam table and motioned for Kevin to hop up, adding a cheerful “good boy” when the naked young man did as he was told.  “Now it seems like you two are already acquainted, but remember, you can rename him whatever you want.  But first we need to get you bonded.  Open up, please.”  The technician turned to Jacob with a cotton swab which he swirled around the young man’s mouth before inserting it into a small vial filled with an orange liquid.  He swished it around again, then gave it a spin on a small centrifuge.  “This is the compound that will encode Jacob’s DNA into Kevin’s system, as well as act as the base for the rest of the formula that you’ll administer at home,” he explained as the spinning vial came to a stop.  In a quick series of practiced motions, he stuck it into an injector, wiped Kevin’s toned upper arm with an alcohol pad and had it drained into the naked man before any of them could say anything else.  “See?  Nothing to it,” he said, wiping the spot after pulling the needle free.

“Is that it,” Kevin asked, a pleasantly familiar dizziness washing over him as the serum worked its way through his system.

“We’ll know in a minute,” the technician said, guiding Jacob in front of the naked man.  Until now he’d been keeping a respectful distance, but the thin young man awkwardly shuffled into position, his face going a deeper shade of red when the technician then told Kevin to sniff him.

As instructed, the dizzy young man leaned forward, his eyes going wide as soon as he took the first sniff of Jacob’s neck.  He felt his pupils dilate and his muscles relax almost instantly, a sensation that he’d been longing for ever since going cold turkey upon signing up for the program.  “Whoa,” he gasped, each sniff like taking a hit.  He was so overcome by the sensation that he didn’t even realize he’d clutched Jacob’s trim waist, or that he’d gone rock hard, or that his tongue was flitting against the flustered young man’s neck.

“Uh…are you…are you okay…” Jacob finally stuttered.

Kevin blinked and shook his head, grinning bashfully when it occurred to him what he’d been doing.  He sat back on the table, feeling only a brief rush of embarrassment at the sight of his rigid log.  He was more focused on the way his stomach fluttered whenever he looked at Jacob, and the overwhelming desire he had to get his hands back on his now-owner.  A part of Kevin knew where it was all coming from, that it was due to the serum, but that did nothing to lessen the intensity.  “Yeah…yeah I’m good,” he said, unable to stop an ear-to-ear grin.  “I feel great!  Like, for the first time in weeks.  Are you okay,” he asked, his excited tone going concerned as he said the words.  It was like someone flipped a switch as soon as he had the thought, readjusting his every priority to making sure Jacob was happy in that moment.

Jacob nodded, looking surprised when Kevin reached over and grabbed his hand.  “Uh-huh.  This is just…a lot more than I thought it would be.”

“It all becomes routine before you know it,” the technician said.  “You can pet him, by the way.  In fact we encourage it.  The contact just strengthens the bond.”  Kevin practically vibrated with excitement when Jacob reached out and ran a hand through his chestnut hair, his bare skin breaking out in goosebumps when it slid down and settled between his shoulder blades.  The overwhelming sensation caused his cock to throb, a fact that the technician seemed aware of.  “How about you two get acquainted to your new dynamic while I go over the rest of the details with your dad here?  We’ll have to take care of that bone before we can get your Good Boy cupped and out of here, so why don’t you try out some of his new toys?”

Jacob’s face went purple when the technician handed him a silicone fleshlight sleeve and a bottle of lube.  He’d known this sort of thing would be part of it, but he hadn’t expected it so soon or in front of his dad and a stranger.  “Uh…okay then,” he laughed and shrugged while Kevin nodded excitedly.

“Whatever you gotta do, man,” the rigid jock said, that small part of his brain once again telling him his behavior was odd.  He knew he shouldn’t be eagerly waiting for Jacob to jerk him off in front of people, but at the same time he knew the other man was going to enjoy it, could smell the attraction wafting off him in waves, and that was far more important than any modesty or embarrassment on his part.

“How…how’s that…?  I’ve never had to do this before,” Jacob said as he slid the lubricated sleeve over Kevin’s impressive cock and slid it up and down.  “Is that good?”

“MMMMMhhhhmmnnn…” the addled jock could only whimper and nod, his eyes wide from the punch of bliss he felt whenever he looked at the other man.  It vastly overpowered the realization that he’d be forever dependent on something similar, or someone else, to get him off as he could no longer wrap a hand around his own cock to relieve himself.  He’d tried instinctively to join in the stroking, but it was as if his brain shorted out whenever he made the attempt.  He dimly remembered that the rules of his new programming prohibited such behavior, and that he could hump things or someone else could get him off, but they didn’t want a bunch of Dogs walking around pumping away on themselves all the time.

“Oh!  Uh, sure,” Jacob laughed when Kevin reached over, grabbed his free hand, and guided it to his heaving chest.  The smaller man stroked the modest mounds, unaware that it was his blushing, bashful face that finally pushed the naked man over the edge.

“NNNnnhhhnn…” Kevin grunted, spasming on the table as he erupted into the sleeve.  The relief was instant, and not just because of the release.  His lingering anxiety seemed to spray out with the warm liquid.  He let himself tune out when the technician came back over and explained more of the details to Jacob, dutifully lifting his legs when instructed to let his new owner slip on what looked like a jockstrap with an athletic cup for a pouch.  Like jerking himself off, Kevin knew he wasn’t allowed to take it on or off, just like the collar that was fastened around his neck afterwards.

But he wasn’t bothered.  As he trotted naked behind Jacob and his father, led around by a thin leash, he was just happy to be near his former classmate.  That sensation seemed to grow by the minute, becoming almost overpowering by the time they’d made it back home.  When Jacob’s father reached over to tousle his son’s hair again, Kevin caught himself bristling instinctively, puffing his modest pecs out and glaring at the older man.

“Hey!” Jacob’s father said, his tone deep and firm as he locked eyes with the naked young man.  “It’s been just me and him for a long time now, so when it comes to keeping my boy safe, I’m number one, you’re number two.  Got it?”

Sor…sorry…” Kevin cowed just as quickly, nodding and lowering his head with the same instinctual response even though he wanted to keep snarling.

“That’s a good boy.  I want you to look out for him, you just have to learn who’s safe and who’s not, okay?”

“Uh-huh!  Nothing’ll get past me!”  Just as quickly, Kevin was all smiles again when the older man reached out and rubbed his hair.

“Can you two stop talking about me like I’m not here?  And I don’t need a bodyguard, dad.”  Jacob rolled his eyes as he led Kevin inside and unhooked the leash before unfastening the collar.  The former jock felt a surprising rush of exposure at the collar’s removal, even more than he did when his plastic-pouched jockstrap was removed.  His cock was semi-hard instantly, but it never crossed his mind to try and cover himself.

“He’s certainly an eager one.  Bet you’ll enjoy that even if you don’t need a bodyguard.”

“Daaaaaad, come on,” Jacob groaned, turning bright red even as Kevin stepped forward and threw an arm around his thin shoulders.  He let the naked man pull him in close, unable to hold back a grin when Kevin ruffled his hair and leaned over to give the top of his head a quick kiss.

“He’s right…it’ll be fun!  You don’t have to be shy around me.  I mean, you’re sort of my owner now, so whatever you want,” Kevin said, nodding eagerly.  His tone and the words he spoke sounded odd, but he couldn’t stop himself.  He cocked his head as he gazed at Jacob’s embarrassed expression, a sympathetic smile slowly spreading.  “You haven’t been with a lot of people, have you?  It’s okay!  I can show you all sorts of things!”

“Oh my god,” Jacob groaned, his face going purple as he looked back and forth between his handsome, naked “dog” and amused father.

“You know what?  Why don’t you take Kevin upstairs to your shower and give him the rest of the formula.  They said he’ll sweat a bunch of stuff out so it’s going to be messy,” Jacob’s father winked.

“Do we have to?  I kinda like him like this,” Jacob said, sounding reluctant.  He’d always found Kevin attractive and he was just starting to enjoy the idea of having the former varsity star all to himself in his original shape.  “Can’t we just wait a few days?”

Jacob’s father shook his head.  “Sorry bud, no can do.  He could actually get really sick if we don’t give it to him within the first twelve hours,” he said, handing Jacob what looked like a soda bottle filled with a thick white liquid.

“If we have to,” the wiry young man sighed, taking Kevin by the hand and leading him upstairs to his bathroom.  “You’ll probably be into this.  It’s supposed to buff you up pretty good.  That was always kinda your thing, wasn’t it?”

Kevin shrugged, feeling like he was talking about someone else as he thought back on it.  “I thought so?  I used to be a lot bigger than this,” he said, spreading his toned arms.  “But then I made some bad choices and it…went away.”  His fallen expression lifted when Jacob reached out and rubbed his shoulder, the sadness vanishing on contact.  “If I’m bigger I can take care of you better, right?”

“I think you’ll do great either way,” Jacob said, handing Kevin the bottle after the other man stepped into the shower.  “All you have to do is drink it.  Whenever you’re ready.”

The fit young man hesitated as he held the bottle.  “Would you…would you come in here with me,” he asked, his eyes pleading as he motioned to the tub.  “I mean, I’m not scared or anything, but if you wanted to be in here too that’d be cool.  It’s gonna be messy, so you might want to take that stuff off.”

“Oh, uh, I can just leave it on and wash it later.  It’ll be…”

“Bud, I promise, it’s okay.  It’s just fun, right?  I got you,” Kevin interrupted, slipping a hand up under Jacob’s shirt.  He nodded encouragingly when the other man reluctantly took his glasses off, his heart racing when the small t-shirt soon followed.  All throughout his varsity days and the seedy ones that followed Kevin had been with every conceivable type of person, but he’d never seen someone more attractive than his new owner.  It was taking all of his willpower not to throw himself at the wiry man as Jacob undid his fly with shaking hands, his eyes glued to the ground as he slowly slid the pants and briefs down.  A surprisingly thick cock sprang free but was quickly obscured as it wedged between them when Kevin finally gave in and lunged forward.  “Good job!” he cheered, swallowing Jacob in his arms and taking another deep huff of the other man’s scent.

Not wanting to waste what could be his final opportunity with the Kevin he knew, Jacob’s trembling hands slid down the former jock’s back, eventually settling on the perky bubble while their solid cocks ground together.  “I, uh, wow…”

“Is this your first time like this with another guy?  It totally is, isn’t it?  Oh man!  I’m so glad it’s me,” Kevin beamed, flexing his cheeks against Jacob’s slender hands.  “I have so many things I can teach you!  And if you want to try and bulk up I can help with that too!  Or not, you know, whatever you want!  You’re my owner.”  Kevin felt his stomach flutter when he said that last word, his own hands locked on the other man’s tiny rear.  Though he was already significantly larger, just being near Jacob made him feel safe in a way he’d never felt before, a sensation that was enhanced, not lessened, when he thought of his former peer as his new owner.

“We should, uh, probably get you to drink that stuff before it gets any later.  I don’t want you getting sick,” Jacob said, reluctantly letting go and backing away.

Kevin just nodded and downed the thick, chalky formula, not caring what was about to happen to his body as long as it meant he could get his arms around Jacob again when it was done.  “Ugh.  That was…gross…whoa…”

“Are you okay?  Does it feel weird,” Jacob asked, stepping forward to steady Kevin when the other man swayed.  Already a viscous black liquid seemed to be seeping out of the sweating stud’s pores, supposedly made from whatever impurities lingered in his system.  The initial shot primed the young man’s body, and the follow up dose would rebuild it, forcing out anything that didn’t belong.  Jacob knew all that on a logical level, but watching it happen first hand was something else entirely.  Kevin’s neck began to widen, his Adam's apple jutting out in a prominent lump as his jaw squared off and his shoulders broadened.  The heaving, modest pecs ballooned into a pair of sculpted mounds, framed in on either side by arms that went from toned to chiseled, and hovering over a pinched, shredded waist.  The perky bubble that Jacob had just been clutching swelled into a matched set of firm, ample globes, connected to sturdy thighs that sat upon rocky calves, with what looked like a small wine bottle and a pair of oranges dangling between them.  Even Kevin’s hair seemed to thicken as it went slick and greasy with the tarry substance, erasing the charming young boy who’d stood in the tub moments before and replacing him with a smoldering stud.  Kevin hadn’t become an immobile meathead but had bloomed like an athletic flower, his body now looking the way it would have had he continued on his original jock-trajectory.  He was built and shredded, his excessive definition accentuated by the way the liquid trickled through his river of muscle.

“Whoa…that was…oh…oh fuck!  Look at me!  I’m jacked!”  Kevin’s wide eyes went from stunned to thrilled as he flexed and prodded at himself, his excited, puppy-like demeanor a sharp contrast to his intimidating size.  “And look at that!  It’s huge!” he beamed, wagging his now-ten inch club back and forth.  “Go on, feel it,” he said, the words sounding  more like a command than a request.  Underneath his cheerful demeanor Kevin could feel a simmering aggression that caught him off guard, not in a menacing way, but in a way that made him want to push the boundaries.  “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with it, might as well start now.”

Jacob shivered as he reached out and wrapped a hand as best he could around the girthy beast, overwhelmed by the sudden perfection that now belonged to him.  He wanted to explore things further, but the sticky substance was starting to harden and the smell was unpleasant at best.  “We should get this off you before it gets stuck,” he said, wiping a patch of the dark fluid off Kevin’s inflated bicep.  The other man nodded and turned towards the faucet, purposely grinding his ample rear against Jacob as he turned the water on.

“So do you like it,” Kevin finally asked, the warm water streaming down his broadened back as he let Jacob scrub his new shelf of a chest.

“Very…very much so,” the smaller man said, still not sure who was more shocked by the transformation.  “My dad isn’t going to recog…”

“HoouuUUoooOOHh…” Jacob was interrupted by Kevin’s sudden moan, the bigger man’s mouth falling open and his eyes going soft as soon as his owner’s scrubbing hands made their way to his new washboard.  “Who…whoa…what was that…” he muttered, blinking.  “HHHOOOaaaoOOOuuhhh…” he let out another groan when a grinning Jacob began stroking his abs again, this time accompanied by a spasming of his right leg.

“Uh-oh…I think we found someone’s spot,” the thinner man laughed.  “Does that feel good, buddy?”

“Uh-huh…uh-huuuuhhhh…” Kevin muttered through his slack jaw.  His leg was going wild, a kind of bliss he’d never felt before coursing through him.  When his untouched cock erupted all over Jacob a few moments later he felt guilty for making a mess of his owner, but at the same time the mingling scent of his salty fluid with Jacob’s musk etched itself into his brain, marking the smaller man as his own.

“Guess you really did like thaaaa…!”  Jacob yelped when Kevin suddenly manhandled him in front of the shower, the inflated stud looming heavy against his back as a pair of massive hands began lathering him up.  An equally massive cock wedged itself between the smaller man’s perky little cheeks, and already Jacob was starting to wonder what it would feel like inside him.

Kevin was having the same thoughts, but he knew he’d have to start with some of his meaty new fingers first.  He didn’t want to hurt his owner, and Jacob had a lot of catching up to do.  Fortunately for them, they had nothing but time.

Jacob smiled and leaned back against the wall of muscle behind him when a large hand swallowed his aching cock and began pumping, a pair of plump, soft lips working their way along his slender shoulder. “Good boy,” he sighed.