Soon the muscled hunk was down on all fours, at his new Master’s feet. “Good boy, Sentinel. Coach sure did find a top specimen for my latest guard dog. I can tell you’re going to keep alert when you’re on duty, aren’t you boy?” A deep, gruff ‘Woof’ was all that left the Sentinel’s mouth. “That’s right. Now pay attention, boy,” Roberto said as he grabbed his stiff member through his shorts. “This will be your reward for doing a good job on duty today. And I know good dogs like you love the taste of their favorite bone inside of them. Isn’t that right, Sentinel?” Sentinel looked up as simple thoughts flowed through his head. ‘Must protect Master. Must guard Master. Need Master’s bone. Keep Master safe.’ Yet all that came out was another ‘Woof.’