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pup-saber:

I’ve been practicing a bit on my rope skills, learned a few new knots, and this is the result. They’re rather dashing knots, if I say so myself. ^_^

The three flat knots in the center of the harness are new. The two small ones at the bottom are ‘double coin’ knots, the larger on top is a ‘prosperity’ knot. Compared to that other knot I knew (see this post), these are much flatter and look better. Thanks to @mastera6 for pointing out some useful resources on this.

*sits, arms behind back, wags a little*
Like this? This will get me cuddles, right?

Wruff!
Saber

Dustin gave his tied up pup a fond look. He was adorable, and beautiful; young and feisty. Dustin considered the boy to be his favorite thing in the world. He’d hired a houseboy one April and had gotten so much, much for the value: a pup, a playmate, a lover, and a friend. Working 50 hours a week made it hard to find any of these things, and he’d gotten them all in one. Nothing could bring a smile to Dustin’s face like the greeting he was used to getting upon arriving home from work. And as he stared at his denim-clad pup, tied up smartly in knotted rope, Dustin knew he had made the right decision about their future. Now all he had to do, was break it to the boy and hope.

“Huntley?”
“Roo?” The boy said, still in pup mode.
“Now that you’re all secure there, I want to talk to you about something.”
He got a classic head-tilt for that question. “Roo?”
“Now, you’ve been my houseboy for …what? Almost three years now?”
Huntley nodded. “Arf.”
Dustin said cross legged across from the boy, who looked a bit concerned his Master was coming down to his level.
“Well, as we both know, I am terrible at articulating my feelings. So I’m going to be blunt. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and your impact on my life has been nothing but positive.” Dustin sensed that Huntley was blushing under the mask, and was delighted.
“I mean that, boy. I fully do. Having you in my home, in my bed – in my life, really, has allowed me to focus on myself and work like I could never do before. I’m going to the gym more. My cholesterol is back to normal. I’m more focused at work. And my boss um, noticed.”
Another head tilt.
“Huntley,” Dustin began, “I’ve been promoted.”
“Arf! Arf! …arf? Huntley began, then stopped, when his Master did not share the excitement.
"My boss wants me to take a new position that focuses more on the part of my job I’m best at. She wants me to bring those skills to our smaller, satellite office. That means moving.”
Huntley got still and was staring at Dustin. He whimpered.
“Huntley, I’ve been asked to relocate to Singapore.”

“SINGAPORE?” Hunter cried, alarmed.
Dustin startled. “Yes.”
“You can’t!” Hunter said, the words sounding odd coming from the mask. “You can’t go,” he whimpered, throat tight. “Please don’t leave me.”
Dustin felt himself shaking. “Shh it’s ok. I want you to come with me.“

Hunter was so astonished that he just sat there, still. "To Singapore?” he said quietly.
“Yes. The contract is for two years. They’ll help us find a place. Plus, it’s very central. We can easily travel to Bali, Thailand, Tokyo, Hong Kong… but, Christ, Hunter, the idea of coming home to an empty sterile apartment? I can’t do it. I need you. I need you in my bed, in my kitchen, your scent on my sheets, your pup toys under my bed…the Hunter touch-…” Dustin had to stop talking for a moment. “I’m sorry you had to see me so needy. Your instructions are to sit there in your ropes and think about it ok?”
Hunter nodded dumbly.
“I know you’d be giving up some things. So think about it. I’ll untie you in an hour, and we’ll go to bed. Tomorrow you can talk it over with your Mom, since you’re close, then give me an answer ok?”
Another nod.
“You are such a good boy,” Dustin noted with a sigh.
“Arf.”

Dustin smiled. “Now you think.” He got up, gave the boy a pat on the head, and went to make him some of those no-bake peanut butter chocolate ball things Huntley loved so much. Regardless of his answer, Dustin wanted to give him a treat for all of his love.

Hunter took two days to decide. He said yes. Dustin startled him a good bit when he uncharacteristically collapsed on the sofa and cried.

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Captions are fictional. Saber’s a cutie <3

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John stared as his best friend peeled off the polo shirt that clung to every muscle. He tried to act casual and not react to the fact that his cock was hardening in his jeans. He’d seen Mark shirtless before, but god, there was something the actual act of taking it off…watching him peel off every inch to reveal slabs of meat under marbled skin. John still couldn’t believe that Mark had offered to spice up a game of pool by making it into strip pool.
“Now we’re even,” Mark smirked, chucking it aside.
John tried to act normal. “Yeah, I guess we are.” He fumbled with the pool cue, staring hard at the table.
“Got it there  John?”
“Yep. Just one two many beers I guess.”
“You seeing two balls instead of one there?” Mark laughed.
John felt his pants grow even tighter at the way Mark said the word “balls”. Would it sound that way, if he said it husky and breathless? Yeah baby, love the way my balls feel smacking against your tight ass… John lined up the shot and sent a striped ball ricocheting.
Mark laughed. “Man, I had no idea you were such a lightweight!”
“I guess I should have eaten earlier,” John muttered, passing the pool cue.
Mark took it. “Well you know the rule. Belt off.”
John sighed and undid it. It was quite a dilemma. In order to get Mark naked, he’d have to kick his ass in pool, but every time he won, he got more distracted by Mark’s loss of clothes. What a problem! He was working the belt in his hands, twisting it and lightly snapping the two parts together, worrying it as he pondered the situation. Then, something interested happened. Mark kept looking at him, distracted… and then he blew his shot. John raised an eyebrow. He looked at the belt in his hands, then up at Mark. Mark coughed, looking oddly red in the face.
“Your fuckery is contagious,” Mark said accusingly.
John felt a flame of lust flicker in his gut. If that meant what he thought he did… John grinned. “Maybe you should drink more.”
“Ohhh no no no,” Mark said quickly. “That, is a very bad idea. Your turn.”
“You first. You gotta take something off now.”
“I’m not wearing a belt,” Mark retorted.
“Lose your socks then.”
“Damn.”
John snickered. They were both down to their pants now. John set his belt carefully on the edge of the pool table. Mark’s eyes followed it the entire time. John picked up the pool cue. Things were about to get much more interesting. He was finally going to get an answer if Mark preferred boxers or briefs.

John was not prepared for a jockstrap, or waking up on the pool table the next morning holding it in his hand.

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“Boy? Boy are you awake?”
“Mmmnnn. Yez-Zir.”
“Poor thing, you are so tuckered out from the demonstrations we did today. You were such a good boy today. Made me very proud.”
“I love you Sir. Anything for you Sir,” the slave murmured, leaning against his Master’s touch.
“I love you too boy. You are going to fall asleep in the tub if we leave you in here any longer. Give me the shampoo, I’m going to finish washing you.”
The slave flushed. Being washed by his Master sounded wonderful as it was rare. He handed his Master the bottle. Moments later, strong fingers began to massage his scalp. The reward was so lovely that the slave could not even articulate how happy he was, he just groaned. He fell asleep during rinsing, and did not remember a thing until he woke up the next morning in his Master’s bed.

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Our third anniversary was coming up. We weren’t really sure what to do. We’d already done the romantic things on the other two – a movie, the ballet and dinner; and a nice camping trip under the stars for the other. We were saving for a big Southasian vacation for number four, and number five was going to be buying a house together. But three? We were stuck. Finally, I just asked my boyfriend, “What was something you’ve always wanted to do but never did?”
And he thought about it, and then he told me, “Well – nah, it doesn’t matter, because I have a boyfriend now.”
So of course, I had to pry. “Tell meeee!”
After some badgering, he finally coughed it up. “I always wanted to hire a stripper. Like, a really hot male escort to just strip for me. Thought it’d be kind of hot.”
I grinned. “That would be hot. Ever had a threesome?”
Turns out, he hadn’t.

So we drove to the next city where no one knew us. We rented a three star hotel room and ordered in some three star Chinese food, which remarkably didn’t make us sick. We ate ice cream that was priced $3 and some change, then watched a terrible movie on the hotel television. Finally, our boy arrived. We wanted to call the third gay escort service we could find, but it turns out there was only one in the city. They sent Rick, a rather hunky bear type with a  nice pelt of fur and big thighs. I looked at my boyfriend. He was grinning as hard as I was. The guy was hot, no doubt about it. And we could both have him, with no strings attached. Tonight we could have fun, be bad, and make a huge mess, and there’d be no repercussions. Pure magic.

Rick was surprised to see two of us. We explained it was our anniversary and Rick laughed. “When I got sent to this hotel, I thought I’d be like an old burnt out insurance salesman.”
“So this is better?” I asked.
“Oh, MUCH better,” Rick purred, eyes flashing. “You two are just my type. Gonna have fun playing with my own kind for once.”
My boyfriend licked his bottom lip. “Wait til you find out we’re switches.”
Rick’s eyebrows went up. “Oh my god, and it isn’t even my birthday.”

I held his hand as he climbed up on the bed. My boyfriend and I settled in against the pillows (we brought our own), and watched Rick get started. He had brought a bluetooth stero and even had his own playlist. I glanced at my boyfriend as Rick took of his shirt. My boyfriend gave me a thumbs up.
“Happy Anniversary,” I mouthed.

He reached over for my hand and squeezed mine tight.

The trip to Asia next year was four weeks of heaven, but we couldn’t stop talking about that night we rented a hotel room in Fresno and were up to dawn with Rick the bear cub.

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betopigxxx:

piglandia:

cooking up some hot sausage 😉

#WeLoveNASTYPIG

“Honey?”
“Yes dear?”
“Do you want me to leave the sausage long and curved, or should I cut it up so it will fit in your mouth easier?”
There was a distinct sound of water being spit out. “Jesus boy!”
Mad giggling came from the kitchen. “I think long and curved is better. It fits in a bun sooo much better. Holds the spicy flavor in much better too. Nice and -” There was a sizzling sound as the meat hit the pan. “Hot.”
“Dammit boy. I’m trying to watch the game here.”
“Watching men play with one big ball? I mean, I’m in here and I have two.”
“That’s it. You get in here so I can spank you.”
“I’m cooking! I can’t leave the food or it’ll burn. Come in here and spank me.”

The boy heard the television being muted and footsteps as his man came into the kitchen. “Now I told you about bothering…”
The boy looked over his shoulder. “Hm?”
“You’re cooking in my favorite jockstrap. And that T-shirt that fits you really well.”
“Am I? Just too hot to wear pants in here.”
“Your ass looks so hot. Mmn…I think we need to warm up the buns before dinner.”
“Oh! Honey you’re hands are cold! Oh! Oh my – Oh my god, you are not going to fuck me standing up against the counter? Oh my god you are.”
“Either that or a spanking?”
“Well duh of course I want you to fuck me.”
“Be careful not to burn the sausage though. Or I will spank you.” His man picked up the yet unused spatula sitting on the counter and smacked the boy on the ass with it, making him jump and squeak. “Like that. Now watch the food while I enjoy my appetizer.”

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Captions are fictional. Cute butt on that boy :3

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My lover considered me over his coffee. He was suspicious, and drank it slowly. I smiled. “Don’t worry, I did not do anything to your coffee. I know that you don’t like to waste food.”
Toby gave me a heart-meltingly cute smile. “It does taste pretty good,” he agreed. “But I can see the anticipation on your face. I know you have been planning things.”
I grinned, unable to help myself. April 1st was the only day I could pull off shenanigans and not get spanked for it. And, he was right, I had been planning things. But he would not discover that until later, like when he would get a text message on his phone, it would make goat noises. Or that his phone was now in Korean. Or when he went to eat his dessert at lunch, and discovered that there were Skittles mixed in with the M&Ms. Also, I had called his boss at work -an ex college professor I had- and asked everybody in the office to call him Tom, and act really confused when he insisted his name was Toby. But he would find that all out in due time. I just giggled and squirmed as Toby stared at me.
“So mischievous,“ he clucked.
“You have nothing to fear,” I assured him. “Now it’s time for you to get up, or you will be late for work.”
Toby sipped his coffee, “Yes yes, boy.”
I smiled and helped him out of bed. I was looking forward to the expression on Toby’s face when he saw that I made green eggs and ham for breakfast, just like his favorite children’s book. It was a shame though, I wouldn’t be there to see his reaction to most of my pranks. Like for example, that I had exchanged all of the CDs in his car for disco albums. Sigh. Why was this so much fun? Perhaps that it was fun to be in control for just one day. Also, it was a way that I could show told me that I cared enough about him that I wanted him to have fun. And I think he appreciated that, because every year on this date, we ended up having really amazing sex when he came home from work. I was definitely looking forward to that. I was just hoping he didn’t use the menthol lube like he did last year to get me back!

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yrreug:

Just showing off one outfit I wore at the Xmas PupSocial 2015.

“How did the yoga session go with your new pup?”
“It went well on principal. I made a mistake though.”
“What was that?”
I did not walk Barksy before I tried pup yoga with him. He was so wound up, it was hard for him to sit still or focus or stay in one position for too long.“
“Oh dear! Dealing with super excited puppies can be difficult. Do you think that you are going to continue to try to offer Master/pup yoga?”
"For sure. If crazy women can do it with their cats, then crazy men can do it with their pups. I am glad though that I figured out this issue before I opened up classes. Yoga will help the pups relax, but they need to be somewhat calm before they get there. It will be important that they are walked or milked before hand.“
"I can see your point. If there is sexual contact before hand, then there is a good chance that the boy will still feel close to his Master, and will be more obedient.”
Exactly! Also, there is one more thing I have to note for next time.“
"And what is that?”
“Do not leave an extra tennis ball in your duffle bag, because your boy will find it and his concentration will be totally shot.”
My friend laughed. I just had this image of a totally full yoga studio, and a tennis ball rolls into the room and all of the pups go running toward it!“
"That is exactly what would happen.” As if on cue, my boy trots into the room, freshly awakened from his nap. Barksy sniffs my hand then looks at me expectantly.“
"What does he want?” My friend asks.
“He wants the ball. He heard me say the words tennis ball and-”
“Bark bark bark!”
See? Told you. They are ball crazy. Yoga will only work if I can get their focus.“
"Makes sense. Well, good luck and sign me up for sure when you get it up and running.”
“For sure!”

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Fenrir cocked the gun and raised it. His heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of him. “Get. the. fuck. away. from. him.” Each word was spat, not said, each vowel tipped with acid.
Will looked over his shoulder, furious at being interrupted. “I don’t know how you got in here, but you are trespassing and need to leave. This is not your business.”
Fen growled. “It is my business. Avery is not consenting. Now you better get off of my boy or I will shoot you.” Fen matched Will’s piercing dark stare. He very badly wanted to look at Avery’s face, but knew his terror and fear would be distracting. He would not be able to look away, and Will would then get the upper hand.

Will did not move. Fen cocked the gun, and fired it at Will’s feet. Will cursed; Avery screamed and began to sob.
“Move.” Fen said. He was bluffing calm. Inside he was so angry it felt like lava was flowing through his veins and that he could feel his rage deep in his marrow. The adrenaline was still coursing hard, as it had been when he’d gotten a frantic text message from Avery: Please come over, this guy won’t let me leave and I’m terrified he’s going to rape me. He took my phone, but he went to the bathroom. 3935 Hemlock.

Fen hadn’t replied. He hadn’t called the cops either. They wouldn’t do anything until a crime actually occurred. No, this was a problem a gun could solve. He just jumped into his car and sped over to the address; he didn’t even put on a shirt. Fen was so relieved he had gotten here in time. Avery had been his best friend from childhood. Fen was always sure they’d end up together, but the timing was never right. Well, he’d finally got it right.

Will snickered. “No…you are too chicken to shoot me. You are going to stand there and watch as I give this little slutty cocktease what he wants. It’ll be hot with someone else watching, won’t it? You always wanted my cock, baby, right from the beginning…” He cupped Avery’s cheek, which made him whimper.

That sent Fen over the line. “I told you not to touch him!” and he fired the gun. The bullet sank into the back of Will’s thigh, missing his artery by an inch. Blood splattered and Will fell back, howling. Avery was crying hard. Fen jogged over and pulled him up. “Get behind me.” Avery clung to him, naked and shaking. Fen waited, gun raised. But Will was broken. He was apologizing and begging someone to call 911.

Fen lowered his gun. “Avery honey, go get your clothes and meet me in the car.”
“I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You have to be strong for me. Go ahead and get your clothes, and we’ll walk out together then ok?”
Avery didn’t answer, then Fen heard him take a deep breath and felt him pull away from his body. Avery gathered his clothes and ran back to his hiding spot behind Fen. Fen walked them backwards out of the house.

In the car, Fen locked the doors, and called 911. Then, they drove away. Fen took Avery to the police to make a report and leave the gun, then took the boy home.

Fen imagined Avery would want a shower and then hide under the covers, but Avery wanted something else. He wanted intimacy. Fen made him ask twice if that was what he wanted, and Avery pleaded. So Fen took him to bed and made love to him proper, claiming him once and for all.

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Captions are fictional. So I said I wasn’t posting this weekend, but then this picture showed up on my dash.

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Raul walks out of the surf. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks as I toss him a towel.
“Cause you’re simply beautiful.”
“You know,” he says, “Everyone has told me I’m beautiful my whole life…but this time, I actually believe it.”
“Oh?” I say, terribly smitten. “Why?”

“Because I can see your boner through your towel,” Raul laughs.
I glance down immediately. I was definitely tenting. I look up and offer a sheepish grin. I flash my towel open and shut quickly.
Raul makes a strangled noise and his eyes go wide at the sight of my bare penis. “You’re naked under there!”
“As the day I was born! I took my shorts off earlier. I was cold.”
“Fuck that’s sexy.”
“Is it?” I ask, rearranging my towel around my waist.
Raul strides up from the surf and puts his arm around my shoulders, then leans in for a kiss. We share a passionate expression of our love, then Raul slides his hand into the folds of my towel, seeking me. When his cool hands find the warm flesh of my cock. I groan upon contact, and then even louder still as he begins to stroke me. I rest my forehead on Raul’s shoulder and licked the seawater off of the skin of his neck, occasionally interrupted by a moan escaping my lips. 
“Oh Raul,” I moan.
“Spread your legs a little.”
I obediently shuffle my feet apart in the sand. Raul cups my balls, then rubs the skin behind it with his middle fingerpad. I cry out and goosebumps break out on my skin. Raul continues to rub me from hole to hole, until I’m whimpering. We’re standing there, visible to anyone else walking on the beach, or anyone with binoculars. But it’s a cloudy day and we’re at a distance from major traffic spots, so we’re it feels like we have the beach to our-self. A lone seabird caws out overhead. I close my eyes and listen to the waves crash. Occasionaly a bold wave washes over our feet.
“Raul I’m-! …Ah-!” I stammer.
Raul’s fingers pull on my shaft with a strong grip. I embrace his body and lean on him as I climax. My cum shoots straight down, splattering on the sand. The ocean rises up and and sweeps it away. My toes curl into the wet sand until the climaxes too washes over me and ebbs away. My knees feel weak.
“Oh Raul,” I breath, panting into the nook between his shoulder and neck.
Raul kisses my jaw and pets me until I was soft, threading his fingers through my pubic hair and dislodging the sand. “You know, I may be the hottest man alive, but you are the sexiest,” he finally says. “You just make this urge rise up in me. I must touch you. You smell so good when you’re aroused. No one has ever gotten under my skin like this before.”
“Should I apologize?” I ask, a bit dazed still.
“Never,” Raul says sternly. 
I grasp the back of his wet hair and plunder his mouth. When we break for air, I say, “I can feel your hardness against my hip. Why don’t we go back to our blanket and let me take care of you?” 
“Oh I’d like that,” Raul says with a smile. “Fuck, I feel like I could spend an eternity on this beach with you.”
“I would love nothing more than that,” I agree, nuzzling him. “But you will eventually get hungry.”
“Can we order food to be delivered to the beach?”
“You mean we can’t survive on wine and rosemary crackers?”
“God I wish…”
“Yeah me too. I’m not sure if we can get delivery here. We can find out later. But right now…”
“What?” Raul asks.
I tug on his wrist. “Come to the blanket.”
“What’s there?” Raul ask again, teasing me.
“Blowjobs,” I reply, casually.
“Oh. Oh in that case, I wish I were there already.”
I laugh, a light melodic sound that I know Raul loves. I can see his affection for me when he looks at me. It’s so intense that I almost have to glance away.

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gayboykink:

alphapupzade:

Cute pup!

Sooo pouncable! *wrufff*

I was reading an article on Cyprus when my boyfriend said, “I don’t think your pup likes me.”
I glance over at Mohammed – or Mo to me – who was trying to figure out one of those “impossible” finger puzzles while half-watching a 90s disaster film on TV. Mo looks back at me..
“What?” I reply. 
“I think he wants to bite me.”
I look at Doby, sprawled over the foot of my king’s sized bed. I had been dating Mo for three months now, and had decided to slowly introduce him to my pup. They were still learning to get along with each-other. “No,” I say, “He’s going to pounce you.”
Mo snorts. “No, habibi, that is clearly a look that he hates me and wants to bite me. Dogs that pounce have their butts in the air.”
I give Mo a sideways smile and turned back to my magazine. “You’re wrong. He’s deciding if he likes you, and when he does, he’s gonna pounce you.”
“I seriously think he’s already decided he doesn’t like me,” Mo insisted.
I place my thumb in the magazine and fold it closed. “And why would you think that? He was wagging when you met.”
“Cause some dogs are possessive of their Masters. In your home, in your bed, and he share your love and ownership with me now.”
“Hm,” I reply, “Well I see your point there, but Doby has never been possessive. We talked about this. As long as he doesn’t feel pushed out, we won’t see any bad behavior.”
Mo considers Doby, then went back to fiddling with the puzzle. “So you say. I still think he wants to bite me. Why is he staring at me like that?”
I look at Doby. “Hm? …Oh, you know, maybe…”
“What?” Mo asks.
I wiggle my hand behind his pillow.
“Hey what are you doing back there?”
I pull out a ball. “Here. He probably wants this.” 
Mo takes it suspiciously. “This…?” 

There’s a blur of flesh and leather as the pup pounces on Mo. 
“ARF ARF!”
Mo yelps in surprise. I laugh. “Told you he likes you. You were just getting between him and the ball.”
“Oof! Oh god, pffft he’s licking me and standing on my diaphram what do I do!”
“Throw it, duh!” I respond, laughing.
Mo hurls it. The ball bounces on the floor and out into the hallway. Doby goes after it like lightning, skittering and barking as he chased it.
I can’t stop laughing at how rumpled and frazzled Mo looks. 
“What. Just. Happened.”
I open my magazine again. “He pounced, just like I said. By the way, you better prepare, cause here he comes. And he’s gonna want you to throw it again.”

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