[MAKER'S DOG]
The Maker came in the holding room. He found the model in his gray robe and was goofing around with his pitbull.
"Mr. Fitstur, we are now ready for you," the Maker announced.
The model stood up and ushered his dog to the photo studio room. The Maker closed the door behind them.
"You know why you were hired for this shoot, Sir?" the Maker asked.
"Actually, I don't," Mr. Fitstur responded while rubbing his dog's head playfully.
"Well, this is for a fitness magazine. We will later interview you about the role of your beloved pitbull friend here to help you achieve your physical and mental well being," the Maker explained.
"That's a very interesting topic. I am glad that you invited me!" the model chimed.
"I need you to bare your chest sir, and we can start shooting with the dog."
Mr. Fitstur took the robe off and exposed his chiselled torso. He posed with the dog beside him.
The Maker's camera flash send subliminal messages to his subject. He noticed the hunk getting less inhibited.
"I need you to take a crawling position like your dog," he instructed.
Without question, Mr. Fitstur was on his elbows and knees while he moved around the dog. He imitated the pitbul. He was starting to moan.
"Be the dog, Mr. Fitstur. Be the dog!" the Maker ordered.
"Arf arf!" the model grunted like a dog. Then his tongue was out. He started scratching and licking his body. He sniffed on the pitbull beside him.
While the hunk was whimpering and moving like a dog in front of him, the Maker made a call, "tell the CEO that the dog he ordered is now ready for shipping after he has wired the money."
After the call, the Maker walked in front of Mr. Fitstur and played with his hair. "Awww. Cute doggie. You want a bone?"
The hunk started sniffing his crotch.
"I'll take that as a yes." Then the Maker released his hard cock. The human dog started sucking his dick hungrily.
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