It’s Folsom Street Fair!

Master Matt, his childhood best friend Master Gar (also the owner of Gar’s Gym), and Master Wade are at the kink fest with their sub slut Chrissy.

The San Francisco weather is a little bit too cold for the Angelenos and Chrissy can feel his hard nipples rubbed raw and sensitive by his mesh cropped tank top.

“Good thing real dogs aren’t allowed, eh, slut?” Wade pets Chrissy’s head. “Otherwise you could get in real trouble for putting on a show.”

Chrissy tenses. He can feel his cunt muscles tighten around the tail butt plug.

Gar chuckles. “I’d love to see that.”

Chrissy swallows hard. Shit. Now Gar knows?

“Seriously? Fuck, yeah, Master Gar!” Wade laughs.

Matt clears his throat. “Uh, didn’t know you’d be into that,” he looks at his childhood best friend and raises one eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t know it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. Also, blame your sissy whore for basically advertising it! Just need to make sure it’s as sexy and nasty as it is in my head.”

Gar’s right. Apart from the mesh top that says “Thor’s Bitch,” Chrissy also has a yellow hanky and a fur hanky on his right arm and there’s nobody to blame but himself. It was his own decision to wear the fur hanky, thinking nobody would notice or know the meaning.

Wade was the one who persuaded Matt, Gar, and Chrissy to use the hanky code at Folsom. Now his two Masters and Gar are openly discussing his totally taboo kink within earshot of random strangers. Unfortunately, he can’t talk back because he’s agreed to be a bitch pup for the duration of the day, which means no human verbal cues unless to say the safeword to stop.

But Chrissy’s far from feeling the need to stop the discussion. His tiny dick’s hard under the micro skirt and he can feel precum leaking from the tip. He’s been getting dirty looks from so many people at the festival and the idea that they know what the hankies signify turns Chrissy on.

As the three men chat, Chrissy sees a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

It’s that long-haired guy from the gym. The one who’s been hitting on Matt. What’s his name? Ashley? Avery?

“Aubrey?” Matt says.

“Hey, Daddy!” Aubrey saunters toward the group. He’s wearing a black bikini bottom with a silver chain, chain body harness, and a pair of boots.

Chrissy usually doesn’t mind when other boys call Matt “Daddy,” but the way Aubrey says it rubs him the wrong way. Maybe he’s biased because of Takeshi’s warning? Takeshi also told Chrissy about Aubrey and Matt hand-in-hand and cozying up with each other at Lick It, calling each other pet names. Chrissy feels a twinge of jealousy when he realizes all the men and women are looking at Aubrey with lust.

“Hey, Wade, and… Gar, is it?”

Chrissy realizes Aubrey doesn’t even acknowledge him, but he chalks it up to him being a sub pup bitch, even though other attendees have come up to them and given him pets.

He also catches the awkwardness on Wade’s face. Chrissy rubs his cheek against Wade’s leg and tries to make his Master less tense.

Wade looks down and smiles wearily at Chrissy.

“If you gents and ladies would excuse me, I see two boys over yonder who’ve been eyeing me since I arrived,” Wade says.

Chrissy notices the two shirtless guys wave at Wade with a huge smile on their faces.

“Lucky bastard,” Matt chuckles.

“Eh, we both know you’re the lucky one, bro,” Wade grins at Matt and Chrissy. The teddy bear and the black bandana swing from his back left pocket as he walks away.

The bear was Chrissy’s idea. The hanky code says teddy bear signals the wearer’s either a cuddler or a cuddlee. Chrissy thought signaling Wade’s a cuddler would increase his chance of finding Mr. Right. And looks like he may have just bagged two Misters Right Now.

Gar hoots. “You go, boy!”

“So, uh… Aubrey. I didn’t know you were into the kink scene,” Matt says.

“There’re so many things you don’t know about me, Country Boy,” Aubrey says.

Chrissy winces. Matt gets hit on constantly and Chrissy’s secure enough in the knowledge that Matt loves him and won’t fall for another that easily. But Chrissy can tell when Matt feels uncomfortable. Matt’s tell is in his hands. He’ll fiddle his fingers or clench his fists. Right now, he fidgets with Chrissy’s chain, yanking it tighter even when Chrissy’s practically already underneath him.

“Love what you’re wearing, Daddy,” Aubrey says, tracing Matt’s pecs with his fingers.

“Oh, ha, thank you,” Matt says. “Yeah, I…”

“Navy blue hanky, huh? What’s that mean?”

“It’s uh… It means I’m a top.”

Aubrey lets out a hearty laugh. Chrissy winces. It sounds so fake.

“My top Daddy,” Aubrey brushes his hand along Matt’s jawline.

“Yeah, uh… yeah, so… how, uh… how often… I mean, is this your first time at Folsom, or…?”

Chrissy snorts. What the hell is going on here? He remembers the first time when Matt finally said hi to him at that construction site. Matt also stuttered. It was… charming. But not this time. Plus Matt keeps yanking Chrissy’s chain, almost choking him.

“My first, yes, but I don’t expect to be handled with care,” Aubrey wraps his arms around Matt’s.

Chrissy hears a nervousness in Matt’s voice. Chrissy wants to break his pup play and say something but he’s speechless, stunned by the brazenness of this kid.

Aubrey flips his hair. Chrissy catches a whiff. Damn, that hair smells good. Like cocoa butter.

“So, Aubrey, that’s a really sexy thong you’re wearing,” Gar inserts himself between the two men, “Reminds me of that Kake at the beach comic.”

Chrissy looks up at Gar. Thankful that the Dom steps in.

“Who’s Kake?” Aubrey says.

Chrissy has to restrain himself from screaming in disbelief. This person dares to saunter into a fetish fest not knowing Kake?

“Tom of Finland?” Gar says.

“Oh, yeah. Daddy Matt told me about Tom of Finland that night when we were alone at your gym.”

Chrissy’s ears perk up. Was it that time Matt and Aubrey fucked? Matt came home happier than usual, but Chrissy didn’t think much of it. He was just happy his husband was all smiles.

“Cool beans. So, How’re you liking the gym?”

“It’s very… intimate,” Aubrey says.

“You mean small?” Gar gently removes Aubrey’s hands away from Matt.

“It’s smaller than franchise gyms, sure, but I like the people better. One of them in particular.”

“Glad to hear that. Hey, can I get you something to drink?”

“No, I’m good. I’m gonna hang here with Matt.”

“Oh, my treat. I insist,” Gar says before turning to Matt. “Bro, didn’t you say you wanna take your girl to see some pup gear?”

“Yes!” Matt says, perhaps too loudly and enthusiastically, like he always does when he’s caught doing something by surprise.

“I mean, yeah, uh… come, babydoll, there’re some pink things Daddy’d like to get for you.” Matt yanks Chrissy’s chain.

Chrissy glances at Gar. The Dom smiles and winks at him. Chrissy wants to mouth a thank you but Gar already turns away, grabbing Aubrey’s waist and leading the long-haired guy in the opposite direction of where Matt and Chrissy are going.

“I know what you’re doing,” Aubrey says.

“What am I doing?”

“You’re trying to separate me from Matt.”

“For your own good. Guy’s too nice to reject you in public.”

Aubrey cackles. “Yeah, right. Like he’s not crushing on me so hard.”

“Maybe he is, but Matt’s a planner. And when it comes to planning a real future with someone he really loves? Matt only has his eyes set on one person. And that ain’t you. Besides, if you know Chrissy, like really know him, you’ll find out Matt’s the one who lucks out. Matt knows it. We all know it. He’s not gonna throw all that away for anything less.”

“The fuck did you just say? You think I’m less than that ho-bag skank?”

“You heard me.”

“I could sue you and shut down your sad little gym.”

Gar smirks. “Really? On what grounds?”

“Uh, how about harassment? Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Yep. I also know your mom’s trying to be a mayor in a liberal area. Imagine if everyone discovers her son’s actively trying to shut down an independent, small, gay-owned, veteran-owned local business that serves the queer community, just because some guy doesn’t want to date him.”

Gar smiles when he sees Aubrey clench his fists and grit his teeth. Aubrey turns around and leaves in a huff, practically stomping his boots.

“Hey! You don’t want that drink?” Gar almost laughs, but Aubrey’s already gone.

“Damn,” Gar takes a long sniff as the cocoa butter scent from Aubrey’s long hair fills his nostrils. He lowers his sunglasses and savors the sight of Aubrey’s perky ass as he walks away. “Too bad kid’s a psycho.”

The hours tick by and the fair grows more and more crowded. The pale sun and the cloudy sky mean it’s a little too chilly to crawl around half-naked. Chrissy presses his bare skin onto Matt’s jeans, trying to absorb the warmth.

“You cold, babydoll?” Matt says as he looks down at his fiancé.

Chrissy nods.

“Hungry?”

Chrissy nods again.

“Same. Let me text the guys and see if they wanna have a proper lunch.”

Chrissy wraps his arms around Matt’s leg.

Matt chuckles. “Don’t worry, babydoll. I won’t text Aubrey.” He kisses Chrissy’s head.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Matt holds Chrissy. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could stand up for myself and just tell him no. I know you don’t mind the flirting and stuff but I also need to set up some boundaries.”

“Damn right, man,” Gar suddenly appears next to them.

“Geezus, fuck! You scared me, man!” Matt says, clutching his chest. Gar laughs as he sits down.

“I get it, Matt. It’s hard to let go of years of trauma and conditioning.”

“I know. I just… I need to work on it.”

Chrissy remembers Matt told him how his dad was the one who made all the decisions in his household, how powerless Matt was, and how desperate he’d become to please his dad and to get his approval. Through the years, as he got promoted at work and later even became co-owner of a construction company, Matt earned a reputation as a friendly and fair boss. He knows constructive criticism is as important as praise. He knows when to give second chances and when to let go of an employee.

But it’s the absolute opposite when it comes to men.

“What did you tell him?” Matt says.

Gar grins as he tells Matt and Chrissy about the encounter.

Chrissy looks at Matt’s childhood best friend in awe. He looks at Matt and sees how much he respects and loves Gar.

“I… I’m really sorry to put you in that situation,” Matt rubs Chrissy’s naked back. “And thank you. So much.”

“Hey, I’m here for you, man,” Gar says. “You and Chrissy, you good?”

Matt looks at Chrissy who wags his butt, making the tail of his butt plug shake back and forth.”

“We good,” Matt smiles. “So, can I buy you lunch?”

“Sure. And you still owe me a private show with Thor stickin’ his pooch meat in your sissy bitch over here,” Gar reaches over and puts his hand under Chrissy’s chin. “I mean, I know this whore loves cocks, but damn! Dog cocks too?”

Matt chuckles. “No pics or videos, though, yeah?”

“Just my eyes, bro. Cross my heart.”

“Whaddya say, babydoll? Ready to show Master Gar how much Thor loves ya?”

Chrissy can feel his heart pounding, but he knows he can trust Gar. And Matt did say no photos or videos. So he nods and smiles, giving his approval.

“Atta girl,” Matt says.

“Oh, and one more thing. Wade said there’s a pissing pool that’s not too crowded. Seeing as your girl here’s already wearing a yellow hanky…”

Matt smiles at Chrissy. “Wanna make Daddy proud?”

Chrissy wags his butt again as the two men laugh.

“Fuckin’ A,” Gar says.

“Lead the way, man,” Matt stands up and yanks Chrissy’s chain.

Chrissy’s never experienced piss play at Folsom before and he hesitates for a moment. The area isn’t too crowded, although there’re already a pair of strangers who seem to be interested in seeing people being pissed on.

There’s a transparent tub in the middle of the street. The scent of urine fills Chrissy’s nostrils and he can feel his heart pound and his tiny dick throb.

“Strip, whore!” Master Matt says. “And yeah, you can talk since you’re out of your bitch gear.”

Chrissy takes off his outfit methodically, carefully removing the items he can remove himself. Master Wade steps in to unbuckle Chrissy’s sub harness since the buckles are at the back.

“Lady Godiva or Birth of Venus?” Master Gar chuckles as he offers his arm to help Chrissy get into the tub.

“More like Lady Ho-diva,” Master Wade says as he also helps Chrissy. “Or Birth of Anus. Yeah, that one’s more of a thinker.”

“We’ll workshop it,” Master Gar chuckles.

Master Matt laughs as he takes out his phone, getting ready to capture his bitch being pissed on by his friends.

The tub floor and walls are soaked with piss and other bodily fluids.

“It’s cold,” Chrissy says as he kneels.

“It’s gonna get warm, babydoll. I promise.” Matt takes a photo of Master Wade, Master Gar, and Chrissy.

“Ready, Master Gar?” Wade unzips his jeans.

“Fuck yeah, Master Wade!”

Gar lifts his kilt and soon the two men start urinating on Chrissy.

The warm, fragrant liquid pours all over Chrissy.

“Swallow that piss, faggot!” Master Matt says.

Chrissy opens his mouth and starts drinking Master Wade’s urine. The bitter and sour taste makes Chrissy dizzy with excitement. He can feel precum leaking out of his dicklet. Master Gar moans as he unleashes his piss on Chrissy’s head, drenching his cheek and cascading down his titties and thighs.

Master Gar aims his piss at Chrissy’s back and Chrissy can feel a warm stream cascading down his back and tickling his cunt hole.

“Lie on your back,” Master Matt says after Master Wade and Master Gar are done pissing on his wife. “Lift your legs up. Show us that nasty, gaping cunt hole.”

Hours of crawling on all fours with a tail butt plug have loosened Chrisy’s pussy. Chrissy’s heart pounds when he gingerly lies down and lets his back touch the piss-soaked tub floor.

Master Matt unzips his jeans and begins pissing straight into Chrissy’s gaping cunt.

“Fuck, yeah, Master Matt!” Master Gar says.

“If you like that, you’re gonna love this,” Master Matt says. “Start pissing, bitch!”

Master Matt has trained Chrissy to piss while his tiny dick’s hard. Warm, pale yellow liquid erupts out of Chrissy’s dicklet and lands in Chrissy’s open mouth.

“Fuck,” Master Wade says. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

The three Masters grin as Chrissy continues urinating into his mouth, swallowing every drop of his own piss.

“That’s it, you fuckin’ slut,” Master Matt says, still recording Chrissy’s degradation as his wife squirms and slithers in dozens and dozens of loads of piss.

“Lookitchu. Getting off on being whored out like a bitch that you are. You love being a whore, dontcha, you dumb faggot? You love being whored out to men and dogs, huh? Drinking men’s piss, swallowing dog fuck? Betcha can’t wait to show off your dog-cock sucking skills to Master Gar, huh? Betcha been fantasizing about taking dog dicks in public while men watch you, huh? We’ll have one fuckin’ your cunt and another rapin’ that mouth of yours, shuttin’ you up for once. That’ll keep you nice and full. Fuckin’ faggot whore zoo slut bitch.”

“Mmm… Master Matt… I’m… I’m gonna squirt,” Chrissy says as he feels a rush of heat pulsating through his body.

“Yeah, that’s it. Think of all the dog dicks stuffing your holes. Squirt that clit, sissy whore!” Matt says.

Chrissy doesn’t care who listened to Master Matt’s litany of humiliation. It turns him on so much that the cum in his tiny balls bubbles up, ready to shoot.

“I’m… I’m squirting,” Chrissy says. “Oh, fuck…”

Master Matt, Master Wade, and Master Gar laugh as they witness their bitch cum hands-free, his tiny dicklet squirting as he writhes in a puddle of urine.

Chrissy’s cum mixes with piss and pools on his titties and abs. Master Matt makes sure to take footage that he’ll share with the other Masters later so they can enjoy Chrissy being debased over and over again.

“Look at this dumb fag,” Master Gar says. “She’s in piss bliss.”

“‘Sissy Chrissy in Piss Bliss’ sounds like a great porn title,” Master Wade says.

“‘Piss Bliss and Animal Jizz,'” Master Matt says. “I knew all that talk about being whored out to dogs would get her off.”

“Make it so, guys,” Master Gar laughs as he looks down at the piss-soaked skank below him.

Chrissy tries to catch his breath. He’s already accustomed to the scent of piss it no longer overwhelms him.

“What do you say to your Masters, bitch?” Master Matt says.

Chrissy’s licks his lips, savoring the taste of urine on his tongue. “Thank you, Master Matt, Master Wade, and Master Gar.”

“Good girl. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

As the Masters help clean up Chrissy, nobody seems to realize a familiar face secretly documenting everything on his phone.

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BTS Thoughts:

OK, I was very apprehensive about posting this because this is the first post where it’s made explicitly clear that Chrissy has been sucking Thor’s dick and letting the dog fuck his cunt multiple times and that not only both Wade and Matt know about it but actively encourage it. I’ve written about it when Anubis fucks Chrissy, but in a more fantastical way. And then there are two posts (here and here) where Chrissy uses a canine-dick dildo.

Bestiality is a dichotomy, especially because I’ve been plant-based since 2003 because of ethical reasons. Whenever I see a spider in my house, I trap it with an upside-down glass, slide a piece of paper underneath the glass, and release the spider outside.

I understand the discussion framing bestiality as animal cruelty, which is why the animals are strictly top, both oral and anal.

Please keep in mind these stories are all fiction and fantasy. Check with your local laws regarding the taboos.

And I use yellow slime for the piss and white slime for the cum. I never use bodily excretion with the dolls.

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