Residential area with plenty of jogging women.

The team of overexcited sled dogs mush me away from the park on a trash can's lid. The ride bucks more than a mechanical bull, giving the numerous women on the sidewalk a humiliating show of my cock bouncing wildly in my see-through underwear. We trundle down into residential streets to an orchestra of wolf-whistles and catcalls, with me helpless to do anything but blush, and hang on for dear life.

"Woo-hoo! Nice manscaping down there, Sexy!"

"Hey, Monica, check out that guy's tighty-whities— you can see everything through them."

"Yeah, like that big dick he's bouncing around for us! Hahaha!"

"Woof."

"Whoa, Dat ass! Girls, check out his ass!"

"That snack has a meal between his legs!"

"Nice dick, you slutty, slutty hunk!"

My face is a bright vermillion after that humiliating gauntlet of lustfully over-appreciative joggers— the most mortifying part was when one of those girls slapped my ass, but I can't relax just 'cause I can't see anyone around.

The dogs hurl themselves at a well kept lawn, and burrow under its picket fence in a frenzy; as I'm pulled in by their leashes, my socks and underwear catch on the stakes' underside, leaving me totally and completely naked to slide across the grass.

Dragged deeper into the backyard, I start sweating bullets, because the sounds of laughing, jovial women are emanating from the area my dogs are pulling me closer to; my breath catches, as there is a full-blown, all-women's party happening back here.

And I'm stark goddamn naked.