Amon Harken and Cinna Murdoch were in silence for a good chunk of their drive. Aside from the early bursts of introductions and small talk, they were mostly quiet in their travel to the Collars Unhinged Park. To the outsiders, it was simply called Gracey’s Private Mainland Park and that was all that was talked about. Anyone who stepped inside was a member or employee, the latter of which could only be offered and accepted if the applicant was the former. In short, it was quite exclusive, but inexpensive.

“How long have you been going there,” asked Amon finally, the handsome bull of the pair. Cinna piped up in surprise at the silence being broken.

“Uh, I dunno.” The canine scratched behind an ear and grinned. “I wanna say seven months.”

Amon nodded in response, turning his vehicle onto an off­ramp exit. “For me, it’s three. Surprised I haven’t seen you around, old boy.”

“That’s because I work often, and I don’t always bring a plus one.”

“Well, I feel pretty damn special,” the bovine joked. He and Cinna shared a giggle as the drive continued. It wouldn’t be much longer, so they went back to taking in the ride, looking forward at the interstate and the nice weather the last few days of summer had to offer.

Before this meeting, Cinna and Amon were simply strangers in a big city, or county in Amon’s case; he lived in a smaller suburb just on the edge of where the city began. Cinna was in the thick of the city, renting out an apartment with a single bedroom, but quite the lavish m given his pictures on the dating site on which he and Amon met. They’d been simply chatting for two or so weeks before running out of things to talk about. It was then that Cinna initiated the idea that they went right to sharing images of each other. First normal selfies, then Cinna requested one of Amon curling his top lip and bearing a lazy eye, to make sure the first selfie was legit. The result was hilarious, especially when Cinna did the same.

Soon, it became nudes and both men were quite impressed with what they saw. They decided to meet up, naming different spots around the area before they discovered they both had memberships at Collars Unhinged. The decision and the date’s result was practically made for them, handed to them on a platter with a soda on the side. With a set of directions to a nice spot for Amon to pull up to and pick up the retriever, it was given light.

Back to the present, the pair pulled into an empty spot in the parking lot by a wide modern­ designed building. On one side of the building was a high and thick brick wall that incurved its way around into a tall, solid gate, blocked by thick shrubbery on the inside, untypical of a private country club. The two men exited Amon’s car and headed on into the building. Upon entry into the lobby, which was a mostly white and green decorated setting, pleasantly illuminated by the sun through drapeless windows, the men approached a desk where a casually­ dressed zebra sat serving as a clerk. Without words, they reached into their wallets and presented respective identification cards to the park. The zebra nodded and pointed a thumb behind himself, a signal to proceed. The couple did so, passing the lobby doors into a restaurant of the same decor and color scheme as the lobby, with a splash of red to act as opposite to the green.

“Not gonna lie, I’m a wee bit excited,” admitted Amon. They weaved around certain tables placed in their path, waving at a few customers that they recognized. The entire establishment was composed of mammals and reptiles of several sorts, shapes and sizes. There were a few avians around the place as well.

“Excited?” Cinna chuckled, passing a free plate of cheese and taking a sample, popping a cube of it into his mouth. “I can’t say I’m too surprised. You said you didn’t normally do this as a first date thing.”

“This is less a date, more of a fling before the rest.” Amon winked. Cinna blushed under his golden fur before taking the lead and pushing open a door and entering the men’s bathroom. Almost quickly darting past the urinals and stalls, occupied and otherwise, the pair went to another door around a corner. This door led to the changing room.

The changing room was not unlike one in a department store. Furnished and carpeted, tan n the stalls and furnishings with white walls, all coming with hooks. The men stepped aroun, making stepping glances down to see for feet to know if a stall was occupied. Cinna weaved into a single open and empty stall. Locking the door behind him, Cinna disrobed while n waited outside. After around five minutes, Amon stepped towards the door and knocked.

“Everything good in there?”

“I’m fine. Just not sure which collar looks best. Would you rather it match your tank top or is red cuter?”

Cinna couldn’t see it but Amon shrugged, looking at his blue tank. “I dunno. Whichever you like.” The retriever hummed. “Well, the leash is like a reddish brown. Burgundy, I guess. So I’ll take the red one.”

“Fine by me,” said Amon, stepping several feet back. In no time, Cinna opened the stall door carefully, exiting in the nude save for the red collar. Amon smirked, carrying himself with a sudden smug demeanor. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the mentioned leash, curled up into a coil to be able to fit inside.

“Lookin’ good, puppy.” Amon’s emphasis on the last word also seemed to change Cinna’s demeanor, the canine immediately going into a physically lower position, squatting down and behaving like a feral dog, sniffing at Amon’s shoes and pants, huffing his breaths with his tongue out. The bovine pulled at Cinna by the collar, straightening him out and forcing him to stop the curious sniffing and screwing around.

“Sit,” Amon commanded. Cinna did as he was told, plopping down on his rear with his hands planted between his knees. The bovine attached to the leash to the dog’s collar and once it clicked, tugged a bit rough to lead him towards yet another door in the changing room. This would be the final one as it led to the park they were going to.

As it turns out, Collars Unhinged is a park for those who indulge in the art of BDSM. Master/pet roleplaying to be exact. Men, women, and others would apply under the membership on the site if first timers, go to the changing rooms and have the pet (the submissive) get naked and attach a collar to their neck. The dominant master would attach a leash to their collar and lead m out into the park, among other like­minded and consented adults who enjoy the act of parading around in such an act. The pets like the feeling of being controlled and displayed with such a lewd setting, especially from one who loves being in control.

Amon was of course a huge fan of being the one in control, and it showed on his face. Grinning all the way through and taking deliberate steps onto the path in the park with Cinna sniffing around in tow. The park looked like any normal park. It was several square feet wide and large with trees and shrubbery scattered about. The discerning difference between Collars Unhinged and every other park was the variety of clothed animals holding a nude animal on a leash, most of the pets being dogs.

Starting down the path, Cinna began barking at some of the other pets who returned the barking, all wagging their tails and skittering and dashing towards the pair. Their masters either kept them on long or retractable leashes because they got close enough to Cinna that quite a few attempted to mount the retriever. Amon tugged Cinna a bit roughly, pulling him out of the way of the others.

“No! Bad!” A few of the masters called out to their pets. The yelling forced them to run back to their respective handlers, leaving the whining Cinna alone.

This was usual behavior for pets in the park. They’d rush around and try to investigate or mount one of the other pets. It’s a test of how much restraint the pet has and the will of the master to hold their pet back or keep them disciplined enough to prevent such behavior.

As the day progressed, Cinna showed himself to be so much better trained than the others, not even reaching for another pet to sniff, pick a fight or try and mate with. Cinna was never really one for the “bad dog” playing, despite the punishing side that he seemed to take enjoyment in, given the mood. However, he wanted to leave the handsome bovine with a good impression for another fling. It seemed only appropriate to show how obedient the pup could be to this new stud, and thus far, the work seemed to be paying off in spades.

After a full hour of walking around and a quick game of fetch, which as no surprise went interrupted quite a few times, the bovine pulled Cinna over behind some shrubs. He kneeled down to meet the lower dog’s eye level, a look of determined preparation on his face.

“Okay, you little pup scout,” he sang, rustling the dog’s head. Cinna reacted as natural, shaking his head around to straighten himself. “Looks like we’re gonna have to go home. Hope you had fun with your friends.”

Cinna began to whine a little, gesturing towards the other pets that had tried to get the jump n him. It was part of the act for pets to get close and personal, or act out of line. The teasing wait of whatever reward the pet gets makes it all worth it. Just when he started to get on his legs and beg, Amon nudged him back down.

“But since you were being such a good puppy, I think you’re due for a treat.” He stroked the pup’s muzzle underhandedly, running his thumb along his lips before starting to push it in. Cinna welcomed the digit into his mouth, which he gave an eager suckle. The bull licked his lips as Cinna sucked away, lolling his tongue smoothly to give the bull a feel of what he’s capable of. This was instantly more than enough for Amon to pull his thumb from the canine’s mouth, and unfasten his jeans, letting his thick cock and heavy balls loose and exposed, falling right before Cinna’s face. The canine panted louder or more desperately as he nuzzled against Amon’s genitals, huffing in their scent. The bull took his steady­growing erection in hand and pressed it against Cinna’s mouth, which widened and allowed entry. As soon as the thick cock was in his mouth, Cinna motioned his tongue up, down and around the flesh while Amon growled n his chest. In slow and steady strokes, Amon pushed himself along the pup’s tongue, feeling the moist muscle against the tip and moving its way to the base.

The oral sex took a while before Amon finally felt it was moist enough, to which he withdrew from Cinna’s mouth, causing him to whine and bark. Amon shushed the dog with a tug of the leash and rolled him down on his back, then on his hands and knees. Leaning forward, n lifted Cinna’s tail and drew his tongue over Cinna’s hole several times, jerking his moist cock at the same time. In time, he lifted his tank behind his neck and made entry with his erection into Cinna’s ass with immediate thrusts as the tip was tuckered in.

“Have you enjoyed our little stroll in the park, puppy?” Amon grunted as he started making his first pounds. Cinna simply barked in a higher tone than usual, probably trying to cover his more casual moaning.

“Good,” he huffed. “I don’t want you to forget it. Ya hear?”

Tugging on the leash as he thrusted in and out of his pet, Amon chuckled with every whine, bark and hushed moan Cinna made that kept him in character. Cinna meanwhile was steadily gripping onto the grass below, almost tearing clumps out and leaving it in his sweating and shaking hands. To say he was having a hell of a blast in this moment is an understatement. Double goes for Amon when he really gets going, fucking Cinna as he went into high gear, and pulling at the collar to lift him up, coaxing much more amazing noises from him.

Eventually, the retriever huffed and barked higher by the second before letting out a final and orgasmic howl, before being muffled by Amon’s finger. Below him, the canine finally ejaculated hands­free, shooting a load onto the grass below and leaving quite the puddle beneath him.

Meanwhile, Amon grunted and loosened his grip onto Cinna’s muzzle and had his own amazing orgasm. With continued thrusts, Amon shot rope after rope of his fluids right into Cinna’s ass before it became so overwhelming that it flowed out. The wave of final lasting pleasure swept over them for an added minute and they were both so spent that they ended up collapsing.

“You alright?” Amon spoke in his regular tone after a while of panting, less commanding n the past hour.

“Hell yeah, I am.” Cinna laughed and pulled back one of his buttocks, letting the spunk pour out of him, onto the ground. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a go in the park.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you usually get it on here?”

“The changing rooms, a bathroom stall, once in my car.” Cinna lifted himself up and clicked the leash from his collar. Amon pulled his pants over his junk, carefully zipping them up and keeping them tight above his waist, pulling down his tank top as well.

“That’s funny. I never tried it in one of the bathroom stalls.” Amon and Cinna both chuckled, the canine patting Amon on his thigh before standing up and flexing. Amon followed soon, wrapping the leash around and placing it into his pocket. They both brushed the grass off of each other’s bodies and clothes before making their way to the door back to the changing room, having a more casual conversation about what they liked most about the events of the day.

And so ends the first of many flings for this new couple of kinky friends. If one thing is for sure, finding such delicious pleasures and a space to express them freely is no walk in the park.