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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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“Give.”
“Rufffff.”
“Pup, give.”
Instead, Brock bounces back, tail wagging. He bends his arms and ducks down, bounding out of my way.
I rub my forehead. You spend all this time training your pup, and one of these days you know he’s going to outsmart you. And that time came. Pup Brock knows he’s supposed to ‘give’ when you ask, or face a spanking, and 99% of the time, Pup Brock gives. But Brock also discovered the game of keep-away, and learned that if it’s a game, he doesn’t get punished. Fuck me right?
“Puppy!”

But he’s gone, in the other room, lead still clenched in his teeth. That lead is supposed to be in your hand. You take off your jacket. The only way to get it back is to wrestle it from him. Pup wants to play? Pup has no idea who he’s going up against.

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puparazzi-photography:

HOWLS! It’s the weekend!

Bethany walked out to the bar’s patio with a tray expertly balanced on one hand. “Hey there Clifford! I thought I heard that distinctive howl.”
“I really don’t know why he feels the need to announce his presence here,” his keeper Archie said with a chuckle. He was being facetious, but Archie really loved it. In real life, Clifford – Cliff – suffered from social anxiety and rarely spoke outside the house. Pupping let him be free.
“I think howling’s just how he tells me he’s ready to order,” Bethany said with a wink “Be right back.”
Archie shook his head, and pulled his pup away from her legs. “You’re such a silly pup.”

Bethany went to drop off the beers at the right table, and returned. “Ok, so water for your pup’s bowl, and for you?”
“Let’s get him the sausage. For me, the wing sampler, with the pickle, and a pitcher of …whatever lager is good. Friend’ s joining me in a few.”
“Gotcha.”
“Be right out. Aww Clifford you are so cute. Good puppy.” She gave him a scritch. Clifford made more howly noises before Archie shushed him, and Bethany ducked back inside.

In this part of town, gay bars weren’t anything unusual, but the Hex was the most notorious of them all for where all the real freaks and perverts hung out. Archie was a regular. Clifford had charmed everyone in the bar, even those who weren’t used to pups. He notified people when they dropped their keys, guarded the women’s bathroom on request from creepy guys, and one one occasion, tackled a man who had been pick-pocketing phones from patrons on a crowded Saturday night. Now he had his own bowl that Hex kept behind the counter, and the staff knew him by name.

Clifford was wagging up a storm when the sausage arrived in a bed of comped fries. Archie cut the sausage and gave it to his boy, smiling at him lovingly as he enjoyed dinner. Archie settled in with his lager and his wings and his friend came soon after. What a beautiful evening, he thought. If heaven existed, it would look a lot like Hex.

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torontopup:

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“Such a heavy collar and chain. Locked up tight. Someone wanted a guard dog, it seems. But your diet is poor, and it is way too warm out here to leave you in leather pants. And look at this! Your water bowl has dried up in this heat. Poor puppy. You are too adorable to be neglected. You are at risk of heat stroke too. Don’t worry. we are going to take you back to the shelter where you’ll get a nice cool bath. We’ll have a stern talking with your owner too. If he doesn’t want the responsibility, well…I’d be happy to foster you.”

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puplink:

One squeaky toy for two puppies inevitably leads to some conflicts… *Grrrrrrr*

Sir held his breath as the moment of tension lingered. Both boys were staring each-other down, neither moved. Then, the pup on the right pulled, and the other boy pulled right back, and suddenly they were rolling around the ground in a flurry of limbs and masks. Sir jumped back as not to get caught in the fray. “Calm down boys!” he said, but the pups were wrestling and not listening. The toy was much more important. It wasn’t until one crashed into the bookcase and a book fell on him did Sir put the two boys in time out so they could calm down.

Still, with only one of that toy, he had a feeling his afternoon wasn’t about to get much calmer. He had mistakenly assumed that pupsitting a friend’s boy would keep his own boy busy, and thus work would get done – but Sir was mistaken. He was stuck playing referee! Sir had to admit though, it was fun to watch them…but he just wished they’d get tuckered out and take their naps already!

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the-furry-bin:

Naked in nature

Buck took a perch on the mossy ledge and dangled his feet over the ledge to watch his boy. Every since he spotted the image online, his pup had been begging to go on this camping trip in the woods. Buck couldn’t blame him for wanting – a gay friendly nudity encouraged campground in the beautiful wilderness of British Colombia was the perfect weekend escape from bustling life in Seattle.

His pup Sharky was a water-loving dog, but their backyard wasn’t big enough for a pool. The novelty of a swimming hole was too tempting. Sharky had barely slept last night, so excited by getting camp set up and preparing for the hike the next day.

So why wasn’t he getting in the water? Buck furrowed his brow. At first, he thought Sharky was going to jump in, but then he crouched down and moved away. He stepped around the water, moving a bit like a crab, making concerned ‘rooo’ noises under his mask. 

“What? What is it boy? What’s wrong?”

Sharky pawed at the water, seemingly wanting to get in, but somehow not able to. “Rooo~,” he complained, seemingly distressed.
Buck laughed at his pup’s dramatic behavior. “Honey what’s wrong? It’s not too deep.” He stood up and walked over to where Sharky was crouched, careful not to slip on the slick rocks as water rushed over his ankles. “Well it’s not that cold. Feels pretty good, actually, considering I’m sweating buckets from the hike. Why don’t you want to go in? You begged me to come out -”

Sharky began barking loudly, staring intently at something in the water.
“Good lord what is it?” Buck said, exasperated. He stared at the water, and then he saw motion. “…Sharky, are you scared of the fish??”
Sharky howled at them and pawed at the water, splashing it everywhere.

Buck clutched his belly and laughed. “You big scardey pup! You’re afraid of a few little fishies? Spent too much time in the city did you?” he slapped his knee.
Sharky did not look amused and grumped, sitting with his haunches down by the lip of the pool.
“Well don’t you worry. They’re not going to eat you. They might nibble if they’re curious, but you are too big to be fish food. Your splashing will likely scare them off.”
Sharky gave him a look like he didn’t believe his Master. He was really thinking about it. Buck sighed. Well, considering how much Sharky barked at the moths by the camp last night, this shouldn’t have surprised him.

“Ok, I think I know what to do.” Bucky went back to the moss ledge and ruffled in his bag for a cookie. “Hey – hey Sharky, Look what I got.”
Sharky looked up. He began to wag his tail and made an ‘arf’ sound.
“No, stay. Stay. Sit, Good boy. You want a cookie huh?”
“Arf arf!”
“But you’re not being a good boy are you? You begged me to come out here after you saw this swimming hole online, and you won’t even get in. So I think you don’t really deserve this cookie.” Buck crumbled a bit in his fingers and threw it into the swimming hole.

Sharky went mental at his Master disgracing the cookie. He paced back and forth in frustration, ‘roooo’ing up a storm.
“Roo roo roooo!”
“Yep, the fish are going to get the cookie. I was going to give you one for being brave and trying new things, but since you’re not in the swimming hole to get it, the fish are going to eat it instead.” He threw another piece in.
“ROOOooooooooo!”
Buck smothered a laugh. The desire of Sharky’s physical body was clashing with his mental block “I have half a cookie left.” He broke off another bit and dangled it over the water. “I think the fishies liked the last bits…”

Sharky looked up at the half of the cookie and whimpered. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned around, and while looking over his shoulder a thousand times, gingerly slid into the swimming hole backwards. He paused, as if to make sure the fish weren’t going to attack, then he slid down to his waist.

Buck watched from his perch up on the mossy rock. “Oh that’s a good boy!” he said. “Yeah, look at you go! You’re halfway in! Yeah, that’s it. Come here, come get the cookie!”

Sharky glanced at the water, just to be safe, but Master was right – the fished moved away from him. Sharky stuck to the wall and circled the pool, finding fingerholds in the rocks. He stopped right under where Master Buck was sitting, smiling. “Good boy.” Buck lowered his fingers and Sharky lifted himself out of the water to grab the cookie with his teeth. “Arf!” He used wet fingers to push it in his mouth and devour it. “Arf arf!”
Buck gave him another cookie for being adorable. “That’s all for now. Go swim. Go play, boy.”

“Arf arf!” Deciding the cool water actually felt pretty good against his body, Sharky got bold and dog paddled in circles. Buck watched him explore and navigate, experimenting with diving down first and then with floating on his back.
Buck found this delightful to observe. He felt strangely content. Life was pretty great. He snacked on dried fruit and took plenty of pictures of Sharky for his scrapbook.

The heat began to get to him though, and Buck walked down to the pond and joined his pup. When he showed Sharky the tennis ball he pulled out from behind his back, Sharky’s enthusiasm for the water -and water fetch- returned. He forgot all about being scared.

Hell, Buck had a hard time getting Sharky out of the water and had to reach for the cookies again.

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Captions are fictional. Captioned with permission. OP is @the-furry-bin. This nudity-allowed gay campground really exists in British Colombia, Canada. It’s called Shadow Falls Gay Campground.

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cosmicroo:

Outdoor time for puppy.

Spade sniffed the air. Autumn was coming. His backyard was starting to change. It had been a busy summer. There had been barbecues and soccer games, and many fun afternoons running through the sprinklers. Many evenings of romantic picnics on the deck and making love under the stars. 

Spade had also spent many-a-days marking the edges of the property as his territory, and it had been a part time job keeping the squirrels away from the bird feeder. At least, that mean fat raccoon hadn’t come back. The flowers were in full bloom and starting to fade, and Spade had learned to keep distance from them. He had gotten stung last month, and he’d been so itchy afterwards!

With his survey complete, Spade padded across the yard, tamped down a good spot, and rolled onto his back. The sun felt good, making the rubber nice and warm. Spade cherished it. He loved playing in piles of autumn leaves, but he always hated feeling the heat slowly leave the air. Although he did enjoy cuddling with his Master inside by the warm fire as snow fell outside, Spade would always be yearning to romp outside.

Spade a mental note to check for any remaining blackberries growing wild along the back fence – he’d eaten the bush clean last week – when he heard a noise. Spade perked up and uprighted himself. Was it…? He walked up to where the backyard rose upwards. Oh, there it was in the distance! The mail truck! Master was expecting a package!

Spade began to bark and ran up to the back porch, pressing his snout to the glass. Bark bark bark!
Master came out of the back room, looked at him through the glass, puzzled. Spade turned his head. The house was on a corner and he saw the mail truck drive past. Bark bark bark bark!
His Master opened the glass door. “Was is it boy?
Spade whined and wagged his tail.
"Mail truck here?”
Spade barked with a nod.
“Good boy. The guy always leaves me a missed-package note even though I’m right here.”

He closed the door, and Spade waited. He watched through the glass as his Master waited by the open front door, collected his package, and then closed it. His Master went to the kitchen and came to the backyard with something in his hand.

Spade wagged his tail hard. What was it?
Master slid the glass door open with a smile. “I got my package. Good boy. Sit.”
Spade planted his butt on the deck.
“Up!”
Spade sat back on his haunches and put both paws in the air.
His Master placed a bone shaped cookie on his nose.
“Good boy. Wait. Wait. Aaand, eat!”

Spade shook his face so the cookie fell. He landed on his paws and snapped the cookie off the deck with his teeth.

By the time, he was done eating it, Master had gone back inside. It really hit the spot. Spade looked out over the yard. He could see his tamped down spot from here. No need to let it go to waste. It was the proper time for a nap.

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ruggedbearstuff:

Eric slows down from jogging speed when he spots his pup that had bolted earlier to chase a bird. He sighs. His pup is rolling around in the lake shoreline, getting wet and dirty. When he sees his Master, the pup rolls onto his belly and looks up at Eric sheepishly.
“And here I was, thinking it’d be too cold for you to make a mess today.”
“Bark,” his pup says, in apology.
Eric nudges the boy’s gorgeous ass with the tip of his boot. “So dirty! I’m gonna have to wash you in the kiddy pool in the driveway again!”
The pup wiggles around and tried to gnaw on the shoe.
“Ack!” Eric exclaims. “No, those are my good boots!”
Just then, a crab skitters across the stones. The pup whips around and barks at it before it vanishes, then begins to dig maniacally in the sand to find it.
Eric chuckles. “Well at least you’re having fun and getting your energy out.” When his boy begins to whimper at losing the crab, Eric distracts him with a big stick to fetch and retrieve.

This will definitely fix the problems Eric’s been having with the boy’s irritability and chewing on things. And he’s correct. The pup sleeps the whole way home. He needs the energy to hump things and beg for cuddles later of course.

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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