This just sucks.

This just sucks.

by ccallenreese

Also forgot to state that the adorable boy sleeping in my header is Nobley as well.

This feels like a bad dream 🙁 Europe is like eight hours ahead or something, so by the time I get up tomorrow I feel like there may be more updates and perhaps a way we can contribute to Nick or Nobley’s family. I’m not posting tomorrow. It’s inappropriate to be posting while everyone grieves – and I don’t feel like I could write anyway.

Everyone reach out to your friends and make sure we’re all doing OK. Our community is strong. There’s a #pawsforNobley hashtag on Twitter right now to bring awareness of his loss. You may also see the hashtag  #AlleHondeGgaanNarDeHemel (or Alle Honden Gaan Nar de Hemel) which is Dutch for ‘all dogs go to heaven’.

PS: If you are in London, some pups are having a get-together on December 5 ‘in honor of Nobley’.

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puphoodie:

Nobley… One of the kindest pups I never got the chance to meet in person. An ambassador for our community and a friend to all has passed, and may he rest in peace. Nobley was more than a kinkster to many. He was a beacon of advice, a voice when they had none, and a boy who could brighten anybody’s day with nothing but simple words. Our community has lost one of its most loyal and positive advocates, and an amazing person. The flag flies at half mast, but know that there are treats and toys waiting for you in puppy heaven.

Very, very sweet post. This picture sums him up so well <3.

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Pup Nobley/gayboykink was on the cover of one of my releases ;_; I am just in total shock. It was an absolute pleasure watching him grow and mature into a beautiful happy pup. I feel the hole he left on Tumblr already. I feel so much pain and loss when I consider what his boyfriend and family are experiencing. Just….I don’t want this to be real.

Remembering Nobley

Remembering Nobley

by ccallenreese

flashdoggy:

puppixel:

This is quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve had to write, I’m filled with so much sadness and upset as I do, but you should all know. Last night Pup Nobley was involved in an accident and has passed away. </3 The community has lost a dear friend and pup.

It’s hard to describe how much I and everyone else is going to miss him. He was such a lovely person, one of the nicest I’ve known, so talented and hard-working and always there for everyone. It’s difficult to come with terms that I’m not going to get to speak with him again.

Please respect the Kinky Boyfriend, Nick’s, privacy during this time. Messages will get to him eventually but as hard as this is for us it’s so much worse for him, he needs time to heal and come to terms with what’s happened.

 For those that didn’t know Nobley well, his YouTube videos sum him up perfectly for me, I hope they can help you find some comfort: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZIOScw5M6bI8rTcCrhD9_g/videos

Sending all my love to you all, Nobley’s friends and family,

-Pix

Heartbroken…

Oh my god no no no no no. I’m having a panic attack no no no

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clinicallymoi:

An adorable submission from @subtle-butt-crack 

(This caption is 100% fictional. This is a writing exercise, and does not attempt to assume the identities, sexuality, or personalities of the people in the picture.)

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Hey Sylvie,

Thanks for your e-mail. Things are actually going SUPER well. I was so nervous for absolutely no reason. The first thing Jason did after meeting my mother was gush about her decorating and the house -without me even prompting him – and so she immediately fell in love with him. I could see the suspicion melt off her face. I think she was worried that Jason was going to be a super flame like my last boyfriend with the BIG theatre boy personality, and she was going to be uncomfortable since she’s just a quiet church type lady. I’m really proud of her for being so supportive and accepting of me being gay, despite what some people have said to her at church. I think showing her gays can be ‘normal people’ (as dumb as that sounds, lol) has really made her realize that it’s not a “lifestyle” and that we just want to be treated like any other person.
She told me later that before meeting Jason that she was 100% sure that she rarely ever met a gay person, but now that she realizes gays can be “normal”, now she’s not sure! I was so happy to hear my mom is so forward thinking.
And I know what you’re gonna say – aren’t I pretty normal? Yeah, unless I’m at a Madonna concert, but when it’s your own kid it’s different.

Anyway. Here’s a picture from the Broken Rock Hike near my house. Used to go up here all the time and smoke weed when I was in high school, lol. The leaves are super pretty this time of year. Being from Arizona, Jason had NEVER seen leaves like this close up – it absolutely blew his mind. He kept picking them up and gawking like a child. It was SO PRECIOUS. I took a thousand photos, lol. A nice hiker took this photo of us. Isn’t it sweet? I’m gonna print it out when I get home.
Makes me sad to think Jason was going to spend Thanksgiving at the dorms by himself 🙁 So sad, but he does get to go home to Yuma for Christmas break. My mom and I are helping him buy a ticket home – shh! It’s his present hee hee. I know Jason’s parents have it hard, with his sister being disabled, and the scholarship to Dartmouth is the only thing that got him to college.

He’s a really sweet boy. I really am falling hard for him. I know, I know, college crushes won’t last right? We’re just two years out of high school. But arg, look at that smile! I think even if we don’t work out, which I would be sad about, I *would* be pleased to know I helped Jason moved forward on his journey to adulthood, to independence, and uh, ya know, exploring his sexuality. I know you’d love nothing more than the details, but nuh uh. Won’t happen. I will say that he is such a cuddler though *wink wink*.

Anyway. Hope you are having a nice Thanksgiving abroad in Japan. Could you even buy a turkey there??? I heard on Christmas everyone eats KFC. Is that true? Send pics of your feast! I’m about to go eat ours 🙂

See you back at Dartmouth in January.

Love, and Happy Thanksgiving,

Caspian

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Captions are 100% fictional. Don’t you dare reblog this without the disclaimer, or source please.

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akalpha:

Anyone wanna take this pup for a walk?

“Oh no puppy, I know how this works. You want to go on walks, but you end up walking me.”
OJ gives me a look. “Nuh uh. I know how to heel and all.”
“But you don’t listen. We live in the woods. You see a bird or a squirrel or something and you’re GONE. It’s like doggy tunnel vision. Gone.”
“I’ll be good this time!” OJ insists.
“Nope. I’ve spent many times getting the leash pulled out of my hand. We’re going to do something new.”
“…New?”
“No leash.”
“No…?”
“I was going to save this to Christmas but…hold on,” I go upstairs, leaving him waiting, and then return down again. I toss him a box. He catches it, head a-tilt.
“Is this a shock collar?” OJ gasps.
“It is,” I smirk. “Very mild. It’s not a real dog product, but a novelty sex toy, so it’s not very painful. I tested it. This way you’ll obey me and not get lost in nature or run into traffic.”
My pup stares at me.
I smirk. “They also make a version that goes around your dick, you know. Would not even have to remove the chastity cage.”
“I’ll be a good pup,” OJ says quickly.
“Good!” I say, clapping my hands together. “I was hoping you’d say that. Go change for your walk now, and I’ll unbox the collar.”
My pup gulps. “Yes Sir.”

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temptingdominance:

When you’ve waited all week to be with him.

Let me tell you something – that Metallica cover song was right. I’ve fucked here, I fucked there, I’ve fucked every fucking where. Cars, planes, trains, hallways, parkways, driveways, in alleys, under bleachers, in closets… got caught more than once, but when I was in my prime, I let absolutely nothing get between me and my craving for dick no matter the risk. Sometimes I’d get lucky and get actually fucked, but I think most of those times were just furious frottage or forbidden blowjobs. I mean, why jerk off when you can play with ANOTHER dick at the same time? I mean why on Earth would you ever.

I kind of missed the vanilla stage, and you know, it’s weird because the older I got the more I found myself circling back to it. Hell, it was weird enough realizing I kept circling back to the same guy. And then I did something super weird and moved out of my drafty artsy loft for his suburban house. I expected myself to eventually go crazy, snap out of it, then run to Europe clutching my chest in relief as I took E and sweated in a crazy warehouse party. After a year, the fear of this went away. Just because we moved into a house didn’t automatically mean I couldn’t go to the clubs anymore. Why on Earth did I think that? We still went, and regularly at that, and oh yeah we took E. And poppers. And whatever else.

Being taken is weird. If you can’t have sex, you have to wait. And you know how much I do not like jerking off – so sometimes the wait can be agonizing – but goddammit when you have been waiting all week and you finally get time for the real good sex? Oh my god. Knowing you and a naked guy have nothing to do until 8 am the next morning is such an exciting thing.

And you know what a learned? Fucking in a bed is actually the best place to do it. My partner laughed when I told him this. I think I’m gonna have to do him a favor and screw him in a few alleys and against a few trees or something until he sees things on my level. He needs to appreciate that fucking in this bed is awesome.

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whisperpup:

castrokinky:

Real time view. @whisperpup

I’m ready for a paddling sir

Master folded his arms. “Ready for a paddling? But you haven’t done anything wrong.” He loved teasing his boy.
His boy sighed in exasperation. He looked up, noticed a glass of water nearly empty on the nightstand, and pushed it over. It hit the soft carpet and didn’t break. “There. Punish me.”
Master raised both eyebrows. “Naughty boy! Bossy, messy, naughty boy. You definitely need to be punished for all of those things.”
“Yesss- Wait. All?”
Master went to the cabinet against the wall and extracted a pair of handcuffs. He secured his boy’s hands behind his back, then pulled his legs out from under him so he was flat on his stomach. The boy squeaked in protest. Sir tugged off his underwear, and threw it over the water seeping into the carpet. When the worst of it had been soaked up, Sir balled up the boy’s underwear and pushed it into his mouth.
“mph!??”
“Bad boy,” Sir stated.
“mm mmm MMPH!” his boy protested.
“Oh don’t worry you’ll get your spanking,” Sir said cheerfully, picking up the paddle.
“Mmmph!!”
“Oh silly me, I forgot something.” Sir tucked the paddle under his arm and went into his clothing drawers. He pulled out an itchy wool sweater and strolled back to the bed. “Need to put something under you so you don’t leak on my leather pants!”
The boy groaned from behind the gag and regretted challenging a man who had handcuffs and lots of evil ideas.

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“That’s it, sweet boy. Fill your nose with the smell. Let it override your senses. Fill your thoughts with it. Imprint it upon your memory. Feel the warm against your hand. Put your thumb right under my shaft, feel that pulse. Do you feel it?”
He nods and exhales a long ragged breath. “I do, I feel it, Sir.”
“That’s where all the blood rushes in when I see you in need. It makes me incredibly hard, makes my cock swell up huge, nice and straight, so I can fuck you. You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh yes Sir! Want your dick, want it in me so bad….smells so good.”
“Do good boys or bad boys get fucked by their keepers?”
“Good boys.”
“And what makes a good boy good?” I guide his hand so it’s ever so gently cupping my balls.
The boy whimpers, resisting the urge to squeeze – or press them against his face through the fabric. “A good boy is an obedient boy. A horny, chaste boy, who follows the rules and makes his keeper proud.”
“Very good, boy,” I say, emphasizing the ‘very’. “And have you been good?”
“I tried very hard to be Sir!”
“And are you chaste and horny?”
“So very horny Sir! My cock aches to be let free, to cum – to have an anal orgasm triggered by your penis inside of me…” he looks down from my eyes to my cock and loses his trail of thought.
I caress the back of his soft head. “Good boy,” I purr. Using the controller in my other hand, I turn on the vibration in his plug. The boy moans in ecstasy and sweet agony.
“Oh SIR!” he cries, leaning against my leg. “Oh Sir, oh god oh god yes!”
I smirk. “Move your hips. Spread your legs. Once you begin to drip, then I’ll fuck you.”
Instantly his knees slide apart and he begins undulating, trying to push that sensation against his prostate. He is making a lot of noise, lidded eyes half closed. “May I suck you?” he asks, ragged.
“You may,” I agree, having to try very hard to make myself wait for his ass. He must drip first.
The boy pushes up my shorts on one side, finds my cock head, and latches his lips around it like a hungry lamb. The sight of him suckling on me while moaning and writhing with his tightly caged red cock on display for me? My body did not know to react to how aroused it made me, and my cock did not even know what to do except grow and ache. I moaned and shot down the boy’s open throat – but my cock did not soften at all. It was saving that load to be deposited in a tight and warm place. My boy had earned that.

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