"Who's gonna enjoy seeing this the most?" The neighbor mocked him. "Boyfriend? Ol' Man? Coworkers?" He sat back, camera pointed at the mindless mutt riding his dick.

The mutt didn't utter a word, his muzzle was buried in the old man's drawers from yesterday, his pace never slowing.

Bzzz. Bzzz. The dog's phone vibrated, doing nothing to drag him out of this state, still tending to the neighbor's needs.

"Think that's yer ol' man? Probably wondering what his slut son's been up to these past few days."

The mutt couldn't even muster a groan, just pure silence as he mindlessly thrust himself down on the old man's dick. He could barely process how much time had passed since he stopped by Earl's, or what time it even was in the moment. He stopped keeping track of how long it had been, how many loads Earl had left in him, when the last time he took a break was. It was all becoming a blur.

Bzzz. Bzzz. The phone went unanswered.

Another call, no answer. The mutt was unwavering, addicted to the full feeling of servicing his neighbor.

"That's a good boy. Just do what yer good at, show everyone how much you need this."

The mutt kept silent. The only noise the camera could pick up is the rhythmic humping of his ass against Earl's crotch. Never slowing in pace. Silent confirmation.

The mutt needed it.