Authors note: Protagonist is aged 20, Master is aged 35. This is written as internal monologue, so personal details and exposition were left out.

I am in a park, sitting on the soft grass next to the picnic table, the cool breeze of the summer night caresses my flaccid penis, and snakes it’s way up bare chest under my zipped up hoodie. I am naked from the waist down, apart from my sneakers. I shift my weight and the soft jangling of my leash cuts through the otherwise quiet of the midnight air, making it seem all the more loud to my nervous ears.

The sound of a throat clearing grabs my attention and I look up, but it’s just my Master coughing up some phlegm. He coughs some more then spits on the ground next to me. I glance up at him, wondering if he had been aiming for me, but I see him smiling kindly as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He reaches for me and I lean in as he pats my head and tousles my hair causing a wave of happiness to wash over me and warm me from the inside. I rise to my knees and rest my head against his lap, he continues to pet my head as he finishes his smoke.

“Come on boy, let’s keep going. Gotta make sure you get your exercise!” he chuckles as he gets to his feet. He stretches a bit giving me time to get to my feet before he starts walking. The leash pulls tight as I trail behind him, my shrunken penis retracting in the breeze. I try to pull my hoodie down and cover myself as I scan around for anyone looking but my Master quickly yanks on my chain causing me to reel forward and fall to my hands and knees.

“What did I tell you about covering yourself, you stupid mutt? How am I supposed to train you when you continue to disobey me?” He pulls my leash up so I’m looking up at him, his face stern and domineering.

“I-I’m sorry Master, I’m just nervous…