"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.



"Here we go. This should be fun~" Lydia cooed having found their first ride.



ESCAPE FROM ROSEWATER CAVERNS marked the large sign that hung over the massive line of parkgoers. The attraction was themed around the popular Pirettes of The Carribean franchise, specifically the scene where the Pirette Queen Ann Bonn and the young prince-turned-shiphand Eric Swann brave the treacherous rapids in only a barrel.



Her hand left his as she tucked into the back of his shorts, gripping his right asscheek and guiding him to turn towards the back of the line.



From here it was waiting.



Difficult, humid waiting.



It didn't take long for sweat to accumulate, fabric clinging to skin while any inch gone unclothed remained dewy and shimmery.



"So you've never been?" Lydia prompted her boy, commanding his eyes with her own as he quickly brought his gaze up from her glistening cleavage.



"No... I've been on rollercoasters and rides before at other parks but I've never been to a place like this."



His answer was easy to interpret considering the context around them. Although society had no quarrel with sex in the open, embracing it as something natural rather than perverse, Queen's Island certainly had a level of focus on it. Even the signs posted along the foreverlong line had a sensual tilt to them with "We Guarentee You Get Wet~". If that wasn't enough to spell it out, there were plenty of bored women in line 'using' their boys to pass the time.



"Well, this one's alot of fun. Should cool us off a little." Her eyes now darted down to near his waist, spotting his erection. She tapped on the tip. "Is this for me, puppy?~" She teased, flattered at how obvious those shorts made it when he excited himself by oogling her.



"Always~" He hummed back lovingly, giving his hips a wiggle.



"Right answer." Lydia said through a smile, rewarding him with a deep kiss. These were the most intoxicating of her rewards, immediately able to tranquilize all of his thoughts and tether his heart directly to her. Every moment their lips connected, he felt like he was melting into her. When she relented and withdrew, he remained dazed for a few moments afterwards returning to sense with her smirking at him affectionately.



"His socks are so cute!" The redheaded woman beside them chimed.



"Oh thanks." Lydia replied, using her index finger to give a showing snap the elastic at the top against his thigh. "They're about the only brand I can find that stay up fairly well. Got them from a shop online... stalling so I can try and remember the website." She continued with a polite giggle and a roll of her eyes.



"It's fine. I'm surprised I can even remember my name in this heat. Pretty sure its Darla though."



"Lydia, lovely to meet you."



The two women went on chatting while their boys remained topics of their conversation rather than participants. Darla's male was an older fellow, gray peppered in the black stubble of his facial hair. From the looks of it, Darla kept him in rather good shape as lack of clothing exposed his chiseled physique. Bryn found his presence slightly intimidating but luckily remained busy and distracted fanning his lady with one of the park maps she had him carrying.



"Excuse me, don't want him to burn up." Darla apologized as she reached into her purse for some sunscreen.



Their conversation resumed as Darla idly slathered on healthy portions along her studmuffin's herculean body. Even as she maintained contact with Lydia, she was still able to coax the slickness over every inch of him. Her hands were obviously very familiar with his every nook and cranny. She saved his swollen member for last, first skimming her palm and fingertips over it then really rubbing it in with her fist wrapped around as much of it as she could grip. Even when it was obvious she had him coated, she kept at tugging and jerking his length like this. When the line would move up Darla would just guide him with a squeezing pull on the root of his thoroughly lotioned length.



Once they were nearing the end of the line at long last, Bryn couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for the other male who was obviously teetering on the edge of climax for the last few minutes. His own cock throbbed sympathetically reminded of the spectacular feeling of release. The lack of privacy certainly added some reluctance in his own mind at actually wanting to cum right here and now. Despite that demure notion, he was vicariously tuned in to the potential public orgasm beside him.



Lydia spotted her boy stealing anxious glances at the seemingly casual handjob.



It was generally considered impolite for a boy to 'watch' unless offered or told to. Darla and her boy didn't seem to mind though and she couldn't really blame him for spectating a little during the long muggy wait in line. Still, it would be something to follow up with him later...



"Oh! looks like we're up!" Darla chirped, beginning to remove her sundress. "Could you be a dear and get the rest, hunnybunny."



Dutifully her boy knelled down and peeled down her panties, took off her shoes and socks while she handed it to one of the park's staff.



This of course caught Bryn's attention as they placed Darla's clothes in a large plastic tube that curled around the attraction's distance. It took a moment but eventually he pieced together that you could go on the ride naked if you didn't want your clothes to get wet. His pride in solving this puzzle was cut short by the ominous fact that they were next after Darla and hers. In fact, Lydia was already unbuttoning her blouse as she said goodbye to her 'line buddy' Darla.



"Come on puppy. You too. It all comes off." Lydia instructed, shimmying out of her rainbow-paneled skirt.



To their side, Darla and her boy were getting into the surprisingly comfy looking barrel. The inside was cushioned profusely and silky looking. The two of them entwined, embracing each other chest to chest as they closed the side of it and latched it. The large cartoonish barrel then made a loud click and started to drift into the ride's entrance that was made to look like the mouth of a large craggy cave.



Bryn couldn't see too far inside the pitch black maw and in moments the barrel was out of sight.



His gaze turned back to a completely nude Lydia.



Never ever would this sight fail to mesmerize him. In the same accord, never ever would that fail to make her smile.



"Let's not keep them waiting, puppy." His blonde goddess purred to him tenderly, helping him with his top while he regained his ability to function. Even while pulling down his socks and shorts, his eyes were glued to her bosom.



"Keep your hands inside the barrel at all times. Do not try to leave the barrel during the ride." The attendant barked through the prepared warnings and regulations while helping them inside.



The snug confines of the barrel proved to be somewhat more loose than they both imagined. There was certainly enough room to squirm and shift around but they were nonetheless tangled and pressed chest to chest. Even she was thoroughly titillated by the situation. Being this close to her pet was lovely enough but the slight bondage aspect of it revved her pussy into a sopping mess already. He could feel her sex dampen against his thigh, sometimes even brushing up against his own incredibly aroused genitals. Their flesh seemed to blur against each other, becoming a matrix of pleasurable smooth heat. The only texture different than their warm soft skin was the silky lining of the barrel which only served to make the experience more tantalizing.



"Here we go~" Lydia purred to him, giving him a consoling squeeze as their vessel started to wobble and drift into the abyssal black.



It was quiet inside save for the ominous hiss of moving water somewhere close. That and the soft patter of their breathing, slowing in the tranquil moment of embrace.



"This isn't that bad." He sighed out, noticeably relaxing against her now and enjoying the moment.



"Oh sweetheart. It hasn't even started yet." Lydia explained, voice nurturing and sweet as the sound of water babbling amplified steadily to a crashing roar up ahead.



"Just hang on, puppy. It'll be lots of..." The sound of the water drowned out the word 'fun' while the barrel wobbled and even started to rotate from the current. He clung even closer, heart thudding against his chest hard enough that her breasts could feel drubbing pulse. She just squeezed back, assuring her as well as she could with the snuggling hold around him that it was going to be fine.



And then they dropped.



The feeling of free-fall held onto them for a long moment as they both made a series of startled and thrilled exclamations. One or both of them was swearing up a storm but deciphering which one it was took a backseat to the overwhelming sense of danger.



Just as abruptly as they fell, with no warning they plunged back into the water. The barrel quickly bobbed back up to the surface and up right. The doused pair were now in hysterics between spitting out water and nuzzling against each other to clear the water from their eyes. There was only a temporary reprieve before the barrel picked up speed. There even some illumination at this point, torches lit along the wall revealing the caverns were saturated with colorful moss and flowers everywhere you looked. Their rosy scent was heavy inside the enclosure, making both their heads swim while the barrel churned through the rapids.



Their bodies were soaked and every movement the barrel made caused them to rock and rub against each other. It felt like a slippery heaven, fear diminishing rapidly as the luscious sensation of their wet bodies grinding became a greater force.



Wordlessly they were transfixed on each other. Neither of them could bare to look away from the other. While love and romantic chemistry is often described as an 'electricity' or sometimes a magnetism between two people, what these two found was an enthralling warmth. It radiated hotter and hotter as they continued fall into each others eyes, lips only an inch or so apart while the rest of them was flush. It was a moment they both hoped would last forever. A perfect feeling of home. A perfect feeling of intimacy. He was hers and that's all he wanted to be. She had him and she couldn't imagine not having him.



She kissed. Hard. Even against the centrifugal force of the moving barrel, she pressed him back with her body leaning into him. All he could was eagerly return the gesture, offering his lips as she liked and submitting his body to her as she pinned him back against the silky lining. He felt her shift more aggressively now, her thighs buckling around his hips.



She was mounting him.



Bryn's heart was racing once more, huffing and puffing hotly into her bust while she sheathed her pet's rock hard dick inside of her. The inside of the barrel was wet, but it didn't compare to the deluge of juices currently slathering around her boy's shaft. Lydia fucked him, riding her pet as if she was claiming him all over again.



Each galloping buck she took was mingled with both of their moans. His were muffled by her own heaving breasts smothering him while hers huskily echoed against the cave walls. Some of the moaning echoes happened to be from Darla up ahead suggesting this kind of situation was rather common on this ride.



"Mmmm~ Bryny~ puppy... OOhhhfuck..." She groaned, finding herself needing to kiss him against as she could feel his cock throb and twitch as her cunny winked and squeezed him. She peeled her chest back from his face and leaned to kiss him more, raspy panting between smooching.



"You're going to cum with me, understand baby?" Lydia made it absolutely clear as her hips churned unrelentingly. He did understand but making words was damn near impossible for him at this point. To answer her, he could only nod and nuzzle into her, kissing all over her neck and chin.



Their second perfect moment made its dawn, both of their bodies trembling and writhing as the pleasure became too much.



They emerged minutes later, entwined and making out feverishly like a couple of teenagers in heat. Once the staff member unlatched the side door of the barrel, Lydia took a deep breath then began prying them both out. With their fingers tangled together, they made their way to the small kiosk beside the exit.



"Looky!" Lydia prompted, pointing to the top right screen behind the counter. It displayed her bearing down on him while they were both in a soulful liplock. "We'll take pictures, videos, travel mugs... whatever you can give me with that on it."



Bryn couldn't help but smile. Even while bare ass naked, he was high from her affection.



"Let's hurry and get dressed." Lydia said, hooking her finger into his collar while giving him another look over. "The girls should be here by now and I'm anxious to show you off."