Saucy Sketch Wednesday #54 (Patreon)

"Come here and give me a good lick, there's a good boy!"

"Been awhile since I've seen a dog with balls... Better behave or you might get fixed!"

Face beet red with embarrassment, Alistair tried to ignore the catcalls and jeers as he clumsily crawled after his mistress. She was walking at a leisurely but steady pace, and he had to scramble to keep up, lest the lead jerk at his collar. He knew he had an attractive body by most standards: lean, muscled, groomed. But the bouncing of his turgid cock and balls between his thighs with every hurried movement he made rendered him ridiculous, and the laughter of passerby rang in his ears.

Everyday, his mistress walked him in this fashion at five o' clock in the afternoon. Like a Pavlovian dog, he could feel the first flush creep down his neck when five o' clock came around and he heard her open the drawer for the leash. That was the signal for him to strip off his clothes and wait for her on his knees until she came for him.

By this point, they were well-known in the neighborhood for their walks. Other people had dogs, of course, but none quite like him, and they found excuses to linger by windows or run errands just so they could catch a glimpse of the degrading parade.

"Oh, isn't he just darling," enthused a young woman, interrupting their course. "May I pet him?"

"Go right ahead," his mistress said generously.

The young woman shifted her tote to her other shoulder and reached over. Alistair, taking his cue from his mistress, held perfectly still while the young woman fluffed his hair and ran her hand down along his bare shoulder. She gave the swell of his buttock a light pat.

"Really sweet dog," the young woman beamed, straightening.

"Isn't he?" his mistress said, smiling down at him, eyes twinkling with mischief. "He's come a long way."