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by ccallenreese

“BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!”
I clutch my sides, unable to stop laughing. “Pup! Brodie! Brodie! Seriously. Come here! you are never going to catch that seagull.”
He looks at me and whines, then puts his head down on his paws and wiggles his butt.
The seagull watches him with one beady eye from up on the fence, its beak clamped around a bag of barbeque potato chips.
“BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!”
“Brodie!” I wheeze. I have to sit down.

The seagull hops to another fencepost. Brodie inches forward, muscles tense with energy. I watch from the sand as Brodie creeps up underneath the gull, more of a cat than a dog. The gull doesn’t seem interested in Brodie and gazes over the beach, as if trying to figure out where he eats the prize.

I’m holding my breath, watching Brodie seek his prey. Closer. Closer. After a few long moments, Brodie was directly under the gull. Slowly, slowly, slowly, my pup reaches up. We’re both holding our breathes. The gull could take flight at any moment. I’m silently cheering for my pup.

Then – Brodie makes a move. Like a lizard’s tongue, his fingers shoot out and grab the chip bag right out of the seagull’s beak. The seagull squawks and jumps, then looks around as if trying to figure out what just happened. Brodie looks at the chip bag in his hand in shock, then looks at me. My jaw is on the ground. I then whoop and punch a fist into the air. Brodie puts the chip bag into his mouth and begins to bounce up and down on his paws, woof-ing his head off.

People are staring at us now. Brodie puts his paws on the fence and shakes it under the gull flies away, and my pup gives it a loud farewell.

Satisfied, my pup trots over and puts the chip bag in my lap. I scritch him all over, then he headbutts me. I open the chip bag and feed him one. Brodie scarfs it down and licks my fingers.

“Alright, let’s go finish eating our lunch ok, boy?”
Brodie wiggles his butt, forgetting he’s not wearing his tail. “Arf arf!”

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Text is fictional. Puppy butt :3

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by ccallenreese

“…Uh, um, excuse me, Sir?” a young male voice asks, hesitantly.
I‘m too comfortable to consider moving. “What?” I grunt.
“Oh!” He gasps. “I uh, thought you were dead Sir. I was concerned.”
I chuff out a laugh, then lift my head and open my eyes. “I guarantee you I’m  very much alive, boy.” I consider the concerned citizen, a cute brunette clutching a towel around his waist and holding a bottle of water.
The young man brushes his bangs to the side. “Well in that case, do you mind if I join you?’“
“Aren’t there other pools?”
“Yeah but this is the only one with a bear in it,” he replies.
I open my eyes again. I watch him run his tongue over his bottom teeth. He’s got this coy look to his eyes. He sees something he likes and isn’t afraid to go after it.
“Is that how it is?” I reply, not having moved a muscle.
“Unless you prefer this otter get his own pool..”
“mmn. Trust me, the water is best in this one. It’s so cold.”
The young man sets his water bottle down. “Good, cause I’m fucking baking out here.” He drops his towel and I enjoy the view.
“Get in here.”
He smiles, then walks around to the side and slips into the pool. He gasps as the cold water shocks his nervous system.
“Dick go back inside?” I ask, chuckling.
“Why don’t you find out?”
“I imagine I will.”
The young man moves over to me. “My name’s -”
“Don’t care. Let’s not complicate this. Just two men…out here in nature. Nothing else out here has a name. Rock. Shrub. Sky. Kinda serene if you ask me.”
The young man’s quiet. “Yeah…when you put it that way, I gotta agree with you.”
I raise up an arm and he slides under it, resting his head on my hairy chest. I hook my arm around his back.
“Mmn, this is nice,” he murmurs.
I grunt in response.

After a few moments, he starts playing with my penis. I groan out in pleasure. It’s too cold in here for me to cum, but I never tell him to stop. Jesus, just when I thought this day couldn’t get any better….

When I woke up later, the otter was gone. For a moment, I felt a pang of loneliness, then one of concern. I reached for my wallet, under my clothes. The $20 bill in it was missing, but in place was a note written on a leaf. “If you want this back, call me.”

“Fuck.” I toss my wallet back down and grab my towel. “Sneaky otters. That boy wants my dick badly and he won’t stop until I give it to him. Well, let him find out what happens when a bear goes into heat!”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

torontopup:

sir2u-boy:

I know you’re a fag, I know I shouldn’t like it so much, but damn, you give the best head I’ve ever had, and this tight little hole back here is making me think that if you fuck half as good as you suck, I’m gonna be moving you in. 

www.recon.com/torontoslave

Finally! I thought you couldn’t be any thicker! I mean, you think I give good head just because I’m a mindless faggot that goes totally blank at the sight of an unsucked cock – and yeah, that part’s true – but I don’t suck dick like this for anyone. I really like your cock, but there’s no way for me to tell you this without you thinking it’s a blanket statement. Your cock gets harder than any other penis I’ve played with, and it’s so easy for me to deepthroat it and really put my tongue to work. Plus, you grow so much it’s easy to keep my hand and my lips busy. It makes me feel so slutty, so powerful, to go all out for you. You have a dick that’s so easy to worship, that I will never get tired of it. And don’t even get me started on your balls.

On top of that, you’re considerate. Some alphas are pretty rude, but us fags are used to that. They don’t want to get too close to ‘gayness’. You though, you drive me crazy gently petting my hole like that. I always have to suck you shirtless or else I’d just sweat right through it. Every touch makes me tremble, and it makes my cock throb so hard. My pants are always soaked when I’m done servicing you.

Once you fuck me, I know you’re going to have difficulty wanting me to even leave even to do errands. It just won’t seem right that I’ll be sleeping elsewhere from then on. Once you fuck me, you’ll know that no one can care for your dick or your sexual needs like I can. Every other boy will be a replacement for me. Every faggot is up for adoption – don’t forget that. I want to come home to you too.

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Text is fictional. Good boy.

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by ccallenreese

“What are you thinking, Jessup? You’re always so quiet.”
“Cause I’m listening.”
“What are you listening to? The shower?”
“You. Your breathing. The way the water splashes off your skin, the sound of the loofah as you wash me..”
“Are you enjoying it?” I ask.
“Mmm very much. It’s so hard to find a lover, with me as I am, and I’m sort of wondering if I”m dreaming sometimes, having such a great guy like you in my life. In my shower.”
I chuff through my nose. “You shouldn’t put yourself down in that way. I look for a few things in my partner, and the biggest one is personality.”
Jessup grins. “Are you sure the biggest isn’t the cock?”
“I thought that was why you liked me?” I pretend to be offended.
Jessup laughs.

“Hey…Jason.”
“Hm?” I inquire.
“…Would you do something for me?” Jessup asks, putting the loofah back on the hook.
“Anything.”
“Take control.”
“…Are you sure? But you hate being caught off guard.”
“Jason please,” he begs. “Everyone is so delicate with me because I’m nearly blind. I’ve retorted by being as picky as possible. I’ve never given control to anyone. I want to know what it’s like. Be rough with me. Ravish me.”
“Christ, it’s turning me on hearing you beg.”
“Do it,” he growls.
I take a step back and examine my Jessup. He loves to work out, and it’s carved these delicious lines and rolling waves of muscle into the canvas that is his body. A strong illiac crest slides downward to the impressive, veiny cock jutting out. It’s a shame he can’t see his package because the set is damn gorgeous. And it is mine for the taking.
“….Jason?” he says quietly.
I push him back against the wall. Jessup gasps in surprise as he is jostled, then again as his back hits the cold wet tile. Before he can get out the second half of “more”, I’ve pounced on him, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Our lips meet and duel, and then I slip my tongue. Jessup’s hands seek my body and I press my palms into his torso, helping myself to a handful of his pecs. How can they so firm, yet so soft? I suddenly get why straight guys like tits.
I pin his arm against the wall, and when I move his limbs as I like, Jessup giggles; he’s giddy. His hand finds my waist and he pulls me against him. Our half-hard cocks meet and Jessup arches up. I can feel a moan thrumming in his throat as I kiss him, relentlessly.
“Fuck yeah, more, Jessup more!” he asks, breathy and hopeful.
Our lips meet again and again. I pin him in place with my hips and my grip. We rock together until our cocks are stiff as wood and sharing heat by sliding against each-other. The warm water slides down my back and gurgles down the drain.

I reach back with my free hand that’s not pinning his arm back and seek his ass. I squeeze it hard enough to make him shout.
“This is turning you on,” I purr.
“More Jason!”
“I do think you have a date with my bag of ropes later…”
He shudders and pre-cum dribbles down his shaft. I swipe it with my finger and taste it, then reach behind Jessup again and stroke his hole which I just cleaned.
Jessup whimpers and clings to me. “Jesus, Jason, no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“I’m happy you thrust me.”
“…Did you just say ‘thrust’ instead of trust?”
Jessup quiets and stills, then his body vibrates with laughter. It’s contaigous and soon we’re bent over in hysterics.

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Sex TBC. Text is fictional. I actually wrote “thrust me” instead of trust me and just went with it. These hotties are from Sean Cody, naturally.

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by ccallenreese

Bo saw the pool empty on a nice Monday afternoon and saw an opportunity. His older brother Greg had his boyfriend over, and Bo was sure they’d be in it. He wondered where they were. Bo guessed they went out. He even decided to take a dip naked to avoid the wet laundry. When he took a step into the water, Bo heard a noise, and when he looked up he realized why Greg and his boyfriend weren’t using the pool – cause they were fucking in the cabana. Bo’s jaw dropped. Wow, it was really hot! They were really into it! Greg’s boyfriend, whatever his name was, was standing and getting pounded from behind. Hell, the wooden structure was creaking from their fucking.

It was sexier than anything else he’d seen on porn sites! Bo’s eyes went huge when he saw Greg pull out his long, thin dick and thrust it back in. His boyfriend moaned and threw his head back. Flecks of pre-cum went everywhere. 

Bo swallowed. “Shit.”
Suddenly, Greg’s boyfriend saw him. Bo could only stand there as watch as Boyfriend looked over his shoulder and said something to Greg. Greg looked up at little brother and grinned.
“Like what you see huh?”
Bo glanced down and his erection, then covered it in a hurry while blushing furiously.
Greg snickered. “I never pegged you for a boy-lover, Bo. Two in one family? Won’t dad be surprised.“
“I – I’m sorry, I don’t know you two were out here I -”
Boyfriend reached back and touched Greg on the thigh. They were having a hushed conversation that Bo couldn’t hear from where he was standing.
“You wanna come join us?” Greg asked. “Dennis always likes another cock to play with.”
Bo’s eyes went huge. “Wh-what? Are you serious?”
“Sure,” Greg said with a wave. “Come on. Teach you how to have some fun, little bro. You’re gonna be an adult soon. About time you learned.”

Bo’s heart was jack-hammering so hard he could barely form the words “yeah yeah sure” so he just nodded. Bo couldn’t take his eyes off of watching Dennis stroke his cock. It was short, but really thick. Bo wanted to go over there, so he took a step forward, not remembering he was on the pool steps. He fell face-first into the water..

When he emerged, gasping and flailing, Greg and Dennis were bent over laughing their butts off. Bo was sure he was blushing head to toe. Dennis came over with a towel and offered to dry him off, erection still bouncing. Bo was flattered – and turned on – to have the attention of older men. It would be a trend that would stick with him for the rest of his life.

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Text is fictional.

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“Now, punishing you for having a small cock would be silly, especially since it’s something you have on control over. I mean, the Romans would have thought you were the hottest thing since olive oil. Me however, I get annoyed having to look at such a tiny useless little nub attached to your gorgeous lean body. It doesn’t even grown when you get hard! It’s like it forgot how to be a dick. Well, we’re gonna fix the confusion around here and lock it up. You won’t fit in a cock cage boy, so it’s gonna be more like a cap. A pretty little metal thing, That way, you’ll exactly when you’re horny because you’ll be dripping everywhere. And that’s when I’ll get out the vibrator, boy…you know nothing of its delicious torment yet.”

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Text is fictional.

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“Good lord, he’s struggling to get out. He’s nearly frothing at the mouth.”
“It’s kind of entertaining isn’t it? He’s stuck. All he’s doing is exhausting himself, which does us more of a favor.”
“Indeed. Justice is pretty delicious. Are you sure it’s him?”
“Absolutely. The tattoo on his shoulder doesn’t lie.” I point to it.
“Oh, indeed. That’s the one on the flier the neighborhood watch put in our mailbox. Have you called the police?”
“Not yet. I’m enjoying letting our little thief realize how fucked he is,” I chuckle. “He’s hit his last house, I’ll say.”
My partner yawns. “Indeed. Did you hear him come in, love? I didn’t hear anything.” 
“Oh, our pup woke me up. He’s gonna get a big steak in the morning.”
“Lucky pup! ..Say, where are his clothes?”
“Oh, in that bag over there. You know, for evidence. I suppose I should go call the cops now, I want to get some more sleep in.”
“Mnn you do that love. I’m going back to bed. See you there.”
I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

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Text is fictional. Watermarked.

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The slave lifts its head. He hears footsteps coming up the creaky, wooden stairs. They’re heavy and boot-clad. Instinctively, the slave turns itself in the uncomfortable cage so that he’s on all fours, head down, eyes down. The boots stop at the landing.
”Now that’s what I like to see,” booms a bass voice. The man walks forward. The slave startles a little when a big hand smacks the top of the cage.
”I figgered you had enough time up here, boy. I just want to make clear what happens if you disobey me. I don’t go right for the whip. Instead, I put you up in the Cage, up here, in the dark even during the brightest days, where it’s drafty and the mice run ‘round. And you will still stay here until your attitude changes. I find that’s the best deterrent to loose behavior ‘round here. The other slaves will tell you as much. How long you think you were in there boy? Permission to speak.”
The slave works its dry mouth. “Thank you, Sir. An hour…? An hour and a half maybe?”
The man gave hoarse chuckle. “Try twenty-five minutes.”
The slave was silent.
“Now you get it. You gonna be a good boy, Sir?”
”I’m going to be a very good boy, I promise!”
”That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s get you watered and washed off. I want to inspect you. Damn slavetraders always try and cover up pro’lems with dirt.”
”Thank you for the lesson, Sir.”
”Attaboy now. N by the way, your new name is Blue. You’ll meet Red, Yellow, and Green later.”
Blue tries not to smile. First time he had a name he actually liked. “Thank you for the name, Sir.”
”You’re pretty docile, for a slave. You should teach Green some things. Boys back is always covered with stripes.”
“If you’d like me to, Sir.”

The new Master just nods. He unlocks the cage and instructs Blue to come out. Blue stands, awkwardly. His Master gives him a hand with his numb limbs and pulls him to full height. Blue keeps his eyes on the floor, but his Master cups his jaw in a frighteningly-strong hand and forces him to meet His gaze. Blue feels a knot form in his stomach when he sees his Master’s firm, grey gaze staring back at him.
“Welcome to the farm, boy. Work right, this might be your forever home.”
Blue can’t bear it any longer and drops his gaze. He tries not to give away just how hopeful he was for that to be true, though. He hated being transported and auctions gave him anxiety. He internally resolves to putting all his energy into pleasing his new Master.
“I will aspire to it, Sir.”
“Atta boy.”
The Master places his paw over the back of the boy’s neck. Alright now, let’s go get you situated and collared.”
Blue happily goes along like a tame lamb.

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Text is fictional. Source below:

torontopup:

photobylee:

“I"m going to be a very good boy.  I promise!." 

This is a new shot.

model: Tyy M

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kaidevik:

When keeping boys in chastity for the long-term, cute sweatpants are a good alternative for tight jeans, and make it easier to inspect and play with him.

I caught Trent’s eye, and he gave me a little smile. He liked to show off his cage for me. He called it “sunning”, and letting his cock “breathe”. I didn’t really get it. I think it was all a show for me. I walked over to Trent licking my lips. I put a hand over the back of the sofa and leaned in to cup his balls. He sighed and lifted up his hips. I stroked the taut flesh of his perfectly circular little testicles until he began to writhe. I pulled on them, trying to elongate his sac, making sure my fingertips caressed him in slow tortuous ways.
“Taka!” he gasped, trying to wiggle away.
I chuckled. “You are very hot. Love to feel how full you are. I wonder how many jerk sessions I’ve prevented. Look at you, all swelling in your cage without an escape. Look at it straining…so horny.”
He whimpered. I continued to hold and pet his balls, rolling them in my fingers and drawing little circles with my thumb. Trent’s cock was red and straining against its confines. I gave him a squeeze and then ghosted my fingers over his velvety skin. Trent jerked under me and grabbed my wrist.
“Taka!” he begged, his voice raspy. “Please-”
“You’re not going to ask me to stop are you?”
He whimpered even more. I smirked, and didn’t stop. While I fondled his swollen balls, I pushed the fingers of my other hand into the tip of his cock cage and tickled his exposed glans.
Trent yelped and bucked. I straddled then sat on this thighs and continued playing with my boy, with my cock and balls.
“Oh god, Taka!” he moaned. “You’re making so fucking horny!”
“That’s the point love,” I replied. “And there’s nothing you can do about it…” My fingers were slick with his pre-cum. I rubbed it right back into his testicles.

I continued playing with him for a good while until he was flushed and had put a pillow over his face to suppress his groans. I knew Trent hated how desperate he sounded. His crotch was soaked and his cock was furious, trying so hard to bust out of the metal. Every touch to his crotch made him jump and twitch.

I pulled back a moment to inspect my handiwork. His balls were now puffed up and looking delicious, and everything gleamed with pre-cum. I scooted down and pulled his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking while he drooled cum on my lips. Trent’s toes curled and he began to beg and plead for release.
“Sir, please Sir, I can’t – I can’t take this anymore oh god! Please let me cum please!”
“No,” I would reply. “I have something else in mind…”

When I pulled away, Trent gave me this kicked-puppy look. He hated being frustrated, but he didn’t want me to stop. I had him under my control entirely.
“Don’t touch,” I instructed. He nodded, moving wriggling his hips, unable to sit entire still.

I returned with a bottle of lube and an Aneros plug. Trent’s eyes went wide. “Oh god, Taka, please not that I won’t be able to think!”
I smirked. “Spread your legs boy.”
Trent chewed his lip. He knew disappointing me resulted in only one thing – delaying his release date. With a sigh, he pushed his pants down to his knees parted his thighs. “Mmm beautiful,” I exhaled. “You smell so hot.”
“I’m too fucking horny,” he complained.
I ignored him, and then slid the slick Aneros plug in. The moan he emitted gave me shivers. His ass ate it hungrily. “Oh that’s a good boy. Now, stand up.”
Trent blinked at me.
“Stand. up.”
Carefully, Trent sat up. When the plug hit home, his mouth opened and he gasped. More pre-cum dribbled out, coating his balls that were still wet with my spit. I felt my own cock throb in my pants at the sight.
“Stand up.”
With wobbly legs and my helping hand, Trent did so. He was rubbing his thighs, nearly crazy with urges to touch himself.
I feasted on the sight of my horny, helpless boy. “Perfect. Horny, frustrated, wet, and teased.”
“What- what are you going to do with me now…?” he inquired.
“Errands,” I said cheerfully, digging a list of my pocket. “Drycleaners, grocery store, post office…”

I tried not to laugh at the look of horror on his face. “Sir! But Sir I -! Taka, you can’t, not like this I -!”
“Oh yes, you can and you will. Just like how you are. No underwear. I want you to do your errands smelling like sex on a stick, unable to do a thing while your spunk drips down your leg, your plug stimulating you with every step.”
He whimpered again. “Sir…”
“Who owns your cock and balls?”
He sighed. “You do.”
“And your ass?”
“You do.”
“Damn right. I hold that key, I make the decisions for you. Now you go do your errands like a good boy, and when you get home, I will fuck you so hard the lights are going to go off in your head.”
A look of relief crossed his face. “Could you please fuck me now? Please? Just – just please, all I can think about is your dick!”
“No.”
He groaned.
“I just got your plug in there. Now go put on your sandals, grab your wallet, and go.”
Trent glanced at the floor. He was breathing low and steady. He sighed in submission. “Yes sir.”
“Oh, and Trent?”
“…Yes sir?”
“One more thing.”
I took the remote out of my pocket and set the vibration level in the plug to “intermittent pulse”.

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Text is fictional.