"Oh no no. It's fine. We just got here."
Lydia's voice was barely audible through the smothering nuzzle of her inner thighs against his ears. The sound of his lovely lady was also obfuscated by the huge amount of foot traffic around them. As if that wasn't already enough, his eager slurping and sucking at her sex added yet another barrier to eavesdrop on her conversation.
"Yea, that's not far at all. We'll get a ride in then meet you at the entrance."
From the sounds of it, Lydia's friends were running a little late getting to the amusement park. His anxiety in meeting them now stretched further as their arrival delayed. As her pet, it meant the world to him to make her proud and the approval of her social circle certainly applied to that.
For now Bryn escaped in his labors, relishing the perfect moment where paranoid thoughts dissolved away under devotion and purpose. Every dragging lick he made across her slit felt so right, so satisfying.
The soft tap on the back of his head signaled him to cease, forcing him to eject out of mindwashing servitude.
"That's enough for now, puppylove." Lydia cooed to Bryn, stroking through his hair affectionately before taking him by his collar and standing him up with her as she rose from the bench. His mistress— his legal owner and lady fixed and straightened back down her previously hiked up skirt. After which, she took a tissue from her bag to wipe at her boy's messy chin.
"Such an eager puppy. We'll need to work more on your etiquette when eating my pussy. You always make such a mess of yourself. You didn't ruin your new shorts did you?"
Bryn shook his head no, but she still reached down to check. Her hand slipped into his snuggly fitting bubblegum-colored boyshorts, smoothing down across his waxed pubis then cupping his junk. There she found he had seeped out a small portion of precum, but hadn't outright jizzed himself as he had on occasion just from humping around as he ate her out.
"Good pet." she hummed, smiling warmly and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Her words served as a mantra for him as they proceeded through the park once again.
This was by far the most people he had ever been around after being owned just a few months ago. It took some adjusting for sure. For starters he didn't dress nearly this provocative in public. His mistress had him in the aforementioned boyshorts and a matching pair of thigh high socks and halter top. The top stopped above his navel and barely covered his chest. His hair was also somewhat groomed to match, brown locks pulled into a single side ponytail, the tips of it dyed bright pink.
Before being owned, he was a huge bookworm and looked it for sure. He found it helped women take him a little more seriously than just a piece of meat as they often did with males his age. He even worked at a library, which was where she had meet him originally. She became a regular after fancying a few of his literary suggestions and then quickly decided she needed him for herself.
Society allowed her to do just that.
One day she just came in and explained to him that she was going to be registering him as hers as soon as his shift was over.
Honestly that always seemed like something out of his league. Women owned men either much hunkier than him or profusely more pretty. That wasn't to say he wasn't flattered. He had spent her every visit bashfully trying to obscure the tent she inspired his skirt to become. Not only was he attracted to her, but she was by far the most east-to-talk-to and had the warmest personality of anyone who came in.
Since then Lydia had really took an interest in dressing him up. She adored her pet tomgirl, often sending him off to work his shifts with a vibrator plugging his sensitive rump while in a short pencil skirt and sheer blouse. Sometimes in cute floral dresses and a complete lack of panties. However, there was always always one constant included— his collar. Ever since she strapped the simple but elegant strap of black leather around his neck, it nearly never came off. They both found the symbol wholly satisfying so the only time the small silver clasp came undone was when absolutely necessary.
"You are too cute. We might need to find another bench if you keep it up." Lydia breathed against Bryn's ear as they walked, his hand in hers. When she made these kinds of comments, Bryn often self-consciously tried to pinpoint what she might be referencing. It boggled him why she choose him when it was obvious she could have any male she wanted.
This was especially obvious to him as they were surrounded by tons of superior examples. Queen's Island current slogan after years and years of "Where You're Royalty!" had recently changed to "Bring Him With You!" as the park catered more and more to rides and novelties revolving around ladies and their pets. As such, the rounds acted as sort of exhibition, giving women a venue to show off their precious boys.
Of those examples:
-To their right a rather studly male was positioned on a large seat while his log of a cock was being milked by an impressive looking cylinder. A large LED board behind him counted down from 100 as his owner, a prim-looking Asian woman held his leash tight and commanded him to hold his load in so she could win one of the many "Strap-on Equipped Teddy Bears" that hung around the booth.
-Just up ahead two blonde boys were kneeling in front of what could easily be mistaken as their mother as they took turns licking a banana split out from her crotch.
Those were just two that happened to catch his attention, but all around them was mobs more. Some were big, some were short. Some were black; some were on all fours.
Some even looked like girls. A couple were bald while one looked like he had a mohawk. A few were tattooed and many of them were tan.
All of them had collars.
So he didn't know what made him cute, nor did he understand why he was lucky enough to wear her collar. Regardless of this self-loathing, he was thankful that at the very least he was here today with her. His appreciation for her gradually became a kind of confidence, allowing him to embrace the situation more. His stride became less reserved as they neared the next section of the park, openly letting his hips sway and his boyhood bob and wag like a puppy tail.
