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What do you mean, this is not a chew toy? *tilts head*

“Pup I just washed that give it back.”
Michael was not amused, but his pup sure was. He clearly thought this was a game, bouncing back on his paws and pulling the jockstrap out of reach.
“Puppy that’s my favorite one. Don’t get it dirty again with your pup slobber! Don’t be bad now. Come on, give it. Giiive.“
Michael snagged it with his fingers, but his pup thought this was a game too and pulled it back. Michael was forced to get it go or else he was going to wear out the elastic.
“Puppy!” he complained. This was what he got for leaving his pup cooped up in the house these last couple days. Between the rain and work, there just hadn’t been a lot of time for walks. His pup ‘woofed’ at him and put his head down with his butt in the air, tail wagging. Michael rubbed his temples. 

Just then, the doorbell rang. His pup was off like a lightning bolt. “Pup, no! Waaaaiit no.” But when he got to the front door, his pup was sitting there in front of the screen door wearing only a T-shirt, his plug, and the mask, with the jockstrap in his mouth. Michael turned bright red. Of course, he had left the front door open cause it was such a nice day out. On the other side of the screen door, the mail carrier was holding his package from Amazon and looking embarrassed. Michael felt his face turn red. He was sure the post office guy knew there was a dildo in that box. 

Michael tugged his pup aside, then gave him a firm swat on the pup accompanied by strict words to sit. Mercifully, the pup obeyed him. Michael received his package and apologized to the mail clerk. Michael shut the main door behind him after he left, and groaned. He was probably going to get black listed from the USPS for this. Michael turned to face his pup. 

His boy still had that jockstrap in his mouth. Michael looked at the box. Well, now he had a weapon. Eventually, Michael was able to negotiate with the pup to trade the jockstrap for the dildo. His pup began chewing on it, and Michael sighed. He put the box in the recycle bin and went to look up pup training in his area. Negotiating with a dog was not a good sign, and Michael knew he was weak against his pup’s cute face. It was time to hire a professional.

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by ccallenreese

“How are you doing?” Daniel asks gently. “Great! I’m almost done peeling these carrots. Everything else is measured out and ready.” I nearly take my finger off when I feel a slight touch on my ass. 
“Looks great. Can’t wait to taste this cake you’re making. Going to be delicious.”
“If I don’t forget an ingredient. Or mix up the sugar and salt. Or burn it.  Or burn the house down.” Daniel chuckles, then kisses my cheek. “You’ll be fine. I look forward to dessert.” He gives me another ass pat and then strolls back into the living room where the game has returned to the television.

I watch him go. His mildly possessive touches have left me feeling warm and smiley. For the first time in my life, I’m really, truly content. I had been so unhappy in previous relationships and I never knew why. Daniel understood though, more than I ever could. I just liked to please a man, make his meals, fold his socks, be there when he needed to rut… it was a bit simple, if not a bit of an outdated mentality, but it was more rewarding than any office job I ever could hold. Spending a Sunday afternoon inside, making a nice carrot cake for after Sunday’s dinner was so fulfilling. Plus, I could put the cake pieces in Daniel’s lunchboxes for the week and he would love that.

The best thing though was that Daniel really appreciated me. His supportive comments were so natural, so casual, as if this is just how it was supposed to me. Me, him – us – in our effortless roles. Most alphas I have met are rather aggressive bastards. Daniel  is unbelievably chill. I’m sure if some man tried to take ownership of me in a club, a beatdown would occur, but it would take a lot to provoke him into such a state. No, Daniel was a laid back-guy. He was just happy to appreciate the simple things in life – a cute boyfriend, a football game on the screen, craft beer – a nice middle class life. Plus, home-cooked food, made with love.

I wondered how he would feel if I started baking wearing only an apron.

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Dorian stepped in the room. “How the -…” The pups were everywhere! “How did you all get out of the cage?” Dorian glanced down at at the solidly built bulldog in front of him wearing a mask. “Oh right. Forgot the mitts.” He sighed and pulled his keys out of his pocket. “Well, let’s get back to locking you -” Something fell out onto the floor when he removed his keys. It was a treat. The pups all starred up at him with intent. Dorian could see their cute little heads working it out – if there was one, then the entire pocket must be full of them!  

“No. Sit. Stay. No bad pups! No – ack!” Dorian found himself quickly overwhelmed by eager, energetic pups who overwhelmed him, licked him into submission, then raided his shorts for their prize.

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“Of all the things we could have done today…” he says with a contented sigh.
After a moment, I reply. “We could have gone for a walk.”
“Or gone to the movies,” 
“Gone hiking.”
“Day tripped to the beach.”
“Went to a museum.”
“Returned those books to the library.”
“Did laps at the pool.”
“Go for a run.”
“Volunteered at the cat shelter.”
“Got my oil changed in my car.”
“Spend too much time on Facebook.”
“Gone to the County Fair.”
“We’re still doing that next week right? With Jen and Rachel?”
“Oh yeah absolutely.”
“What else could we have done?”
“Gone to that new exhibit at the Annenberg.”
“Power washed the driveway.”
“Solved the drought crisis in California.”
“Stop global warming.”
“Cured Malaria.”
“Built an orphanage.”
“Figured out cold fusion.”
“Stopped the obesity epidemic.”
“Those are all good things,” he notes.
“Mmmhm. But we didn’t do any of them did we?”
“Nope, we stayed in and fucked this Saturday afternoon instead.”
“How was it?”
“Amazing,” he sighs again. “I love that you let me rest on pecs. You are so comfy.”
“You are a bit…heavy. Have you been bulking up at the gym?”
“Oh baby, you did notice!”
“Of course I did. I appreciate you wanting to better yourself, and if I must inconvenience myself by forcing myself to gaze upon your sculpted, naked male body, I will – even if I have to suffer for it.”
He giggles. “You know out of everything we just listed, the gym was the one thing I actually planned on doing today.”
“You going?”
“Nope. I got my work out.”
“I did most of the work,” I reminded.
“No no, you don’t understand. Today was the day I work out my ass.”
“So …good work out?”
“Great work out.”
“I’m glad we’re getting so much done today.”
“Me too. Can we cuddle more now?”
“See? Another thing we can cross off the list.”

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puploki:

Today’s pup-out at pride

You have treats. I know you have treats. I saw you eating M&Ms a second ago. Where did you hide them? Why won’t you share them with me. I can smell chocolate. I swear. I’m a good boy. I deserve all the treats you could ever have. I’m not allergic to chocolate. Of course pups can have chocolate! Pfft. Who told you otherwise? Come ooonnn. I mean – not like you could eat them all right? Or maybe you might just drop one? Huh? Whaddya say? Come on, don’t make me whimper!

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I hear someone’s footsteps behind me. I can sense it’s Shea without him even saying anything. I ignore him though and focus on my task. My eyes remain closed. Then, after a moment I feel Shea’s breath on the back of my neck and his nose bumps my ear. I can’t ignore him nuzzling me, especially when he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Shea, I’m meditating,” I gently say.
“You’ve been meditating for an hour. I want you.”
“You want me how?”
“I dunno…I just want to be with you. This country air is making me feel romantic.”
“Really?”
“Mm hm.” Shea kisses the shell of my ear. “This is how i meditate.”
I chuff and open my eyes as I glance over my shoulder. “You’re distracting.”
He smiles, not at all feeling guilty. “Sorry.”
“I like it.”
Shea puts his second hand on my shoulder and rubs them. “Can we make out for a bit?”
“Make out?” I tease. “Like we’re in high school?”
“Yeah,” Shea replies. “I want to kiss you.”
“Is that so?” I ask, interested. “You don’t want my dick?”
“Dicks are good. I like dicks. Maybe we can get to that later. I dunno, right now…just want to kiss you.”
“Come ere, sit in my lap,” I offer.
“I’m bigger than you are,” he reminds me.
“Then you sit here, and I’ll sit on you.”
“Mm that’s a good kissing position.”

We trade spots. I sit down on his firm thighs and Shea wraps his arms around my waist. I slide my palms up his stomach as our kisses begin. Maybe he’s right about this country thing. The air is so clean and sweet here that everything else smells amplified. Shea’s own natural scent is present, warm and inviting, with a bit vanilla, a bit of sandalwood, with a bit of pheromones mixed in. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him again and again. I don’t even notice my cock -or his – is painfully hard and leaking until half an hour later.

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scoutpupp:

Cute

Adorable!

I peer over my magazine. Oh my god he’s so adorable I might die. “Aww Rocket,” I coo.
He whines and paws at my leg.
“Oh I know, sweetheart, I know. Your bed is in the washing machine right now. You drooled and leaked cum and got muddy pawprints on it, it was gross. I had to wash it.”
Rocket whines some more and puts his chin on my lap. I scritch his head. “You can’t wait for your nap huh?”
Rocket shakes his head.
“Alright, I think once is OK.” I pat the sofa next to me. My pup emits a muffled bark and springs up. I lift my magazine out of the way so he can shuffle around and get comfortable. After a moment of kneading the cushions, he drops his blanket over my legs and flops down with his head on my lap. I chuckle. “Are you comfortable?”
My pup yawns but is wagging his tail.
“Good, good.” I pat his flank and lean back. “Now where was I in this article?” I twist my fingers into the hairs at the base of my Rocket’s neck and read my article. Soon I’m enjoying listening to the sounds of my pup breathing slowly as he sleeps contentedly on me.

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