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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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I was loading the dishwasher when I heard a very unusual noise. Well, the noise in itself wasn’t so unusual. It was very much like the sound of a dog barking. Matter of fact, I was almost sure that is that it was. But what made it so unusual, is that it sounded close. Matter of fact, it sounded like it was coming from inside of my house. This would not have alarmed me, except for the fact that I don’t own a dog. Complicating matters, my boyfriend was a pup in heart and mind… But last I checked he did not possess the magical ability to turn into a dog. Also, I know for a fact that his dog noises are good – but not that good. As if he heard me, I heard a series of barks that were distinctly his.

Confused, I washed my hands and dried them, then I put the towel over my shoulder and went to locate the source. It sounded like it was coming from the front of the house.

Sure enough, it was. When I turn down the hallway I could see my pup’s eager butt wagging in anticipation as he continued to bark at something. Then, I heard this strange realistic barking sound again. When I came into view, I was astonished. Sticking his head through our doggie door – it had come with the house – was a young puppy. A real puppy. I laughed. It looks so cute and helpless stuck there, wedged in the small rectangle. My boy was obviously delighted by his new furry friend. They were batting at each other; my boy was trying to hit the real dog on the head. The creature was enjoying the play, although he was very obviously stuck.
“My goodness,” I said. “Okay, hold on.”

Carefully, I opened the door and extracted the puppy out backwards. He did not have a collar, and appeared to be a little dirty. I took him inside, as it was cold outside, and when I et him down he launched himself at my boy and they began one of the most adorable displays of cuteness that I had ever seen, wrestling and playing with each other. The little dog must have been a Bern or some other large breed of dog, because it had quite large paws for its tiny size. I sat there watching, until they were both tired. I gave them water. Funny enough, I did not have any real dog food so the lucky thing got to get real scraps of ham from my fridge.

The little one stayed with us overnight, and he was not without company. He slept curled up with my boy in his bed. I honestly did not want to go to sleep, I just wanted to stare at them all night and let my teeth rot from how adorably sweet they were. The next day, I took the dog to a vet, and a scan revealed that it had a chip. When the owners were contacted, they explained that the dog was too much for them to handle with the baby; so when it got out, they just let it go. I was furious. Why would you adopt a dog with a baby on the way in the first place? The previous owner said that it had essentially been a free dog, handed over from a cousin who had a breeding practice, and the pup was deemed unfit for show. That only made me more angry. Plus the little dog had matted fur, and a parasite!

I did not even think twice about paying for its treatment. Matter of fact, it was starting to look like that little dog was going home with me too. Well, we would likely make a trip to the Groomer’s before we went home…

When I came home, carrying a happy, healthy, and clean little dog, my boyfriend went absolutely crazy that I let him keep the dog. I loved seeing him so happy, and I was relieved that he had someone to pup out with when I couldn’t be there for him.

People often compliment me on our beautiful dog Hojicha . Many people ask how we got him. A lot of people assume we paid a lot of money for him. Very few actually believe that our sweet dog simply walked up to her home and decided to adopt us. I’ve often found that the best things in life happen by accident. I had no idea my boy was into pup play until months after we began dating. At first, I thought it was weird, but he grew on me and now I find it charming and fun – and sexy. The best part is that I get to be the alpha of the pack. Having two dogs look up at you with love and trust when I get home is the favorite part of my day.

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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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PupperRoo waiting for Boss to come homes from work and gives me Scritches

Ruffie was so nervous and excited waiting for his Master to come home that he thought he might pee himself when it finally happens. It wasn’t like he could get himself out of his rubber with his hands in mitts anyway, but Master would be really disappointed to come home and find that his puppy had made a mess. He wanted to be a good boy. Ruffie sighed and forced himself to lie down, and returned to chewing on his Master’s old leather sandal. 

He’d spent the day exploring his Master’s apartment and this was his new favorite thing. It was leather, the smell of which always made him horny, plus it had the scent of his Master’s feet and sweat, which made Ruffie yearn for the man who wasn’t here. He would be soon. Ruffie was not used to waiting hours and enjoying every second of it. He was still high off the reality of being ‘adopted’. It was a program run through his local dungeon where Masters can “check out” pups for short periods. Ruffie was thrilled when his Master had asked to “adopt” him over a three day weekend. Their sessions together made him fly and he always felt like whimpering when Master had to leave. Now they not only had a weekened together, but a long one at that. Friday through Monday. That meant Ruffie would get to greet his Master when he came home from work for one day.

Then, Ruffie heard a noise. A close noise. A noise of a key jostling in the keyhole. Ruffie jumped up to all fours and dropped the drooled on sandal. Ruffie sat by the door and wagged his butt so hard he nearly fell over.
“Ruuuufffiiiee is that you?” said the deep, velvety voice
Ruffie put his paws up on the door and responded.

“BARK BARK BARK!” came the excited reply.
Master chuckled. The lock turned. “Shh. You’ll alert the neigh-” He pushed the door open, not realizing Ruffie was sitting an inch from it on the other side, and hit him smack in the face.
Ruffie yelped out.
“Oh shit! Did I hit you? Aw shit, puppy! I’m so sorry!” Master Keene gently opened the rest of the door enough to squeeze in and quickly shut it behind him. His pup was sitting a short distance away, paws over his mask and whimpering loudly.
“Oh no, Ruffie, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were right behind the door! Are you ok?” Master Keene squatted next to his boy. “Shh it’s ok, let me see.” He felt absolutely horrible when he saw tears in his boy’s eyes – and even worse when he saw blood on the floor. “Oh my god, Rafael, what did I do to you?”   

Master Keene quickly worked the buckles and removed the mask. “Shit your nose is bleeding. Oh look at the red mark, I hit you right on the bridge here huh? God, I’m so sorry, boy.”
Ruffie sniffled and whined. To his surprise, the injury hadn’t taken him out of headspace at all. He licked Keene’s hand and whined. 
“It’s ok baby. Here, I’m going to get you a tissue and some ice.”

It took a few minutes to get the bleeding stopped, and even Master Keene had to laugh when he saw his pup with cotton sticking out of his nose. Master Keene made Ruffie chew a Tylenol and sit in his bed with ice on his nose for a few minutes while he cleaned off the mask and dried it.  

When the worse had passed, Master Keene put the mask back on, but not before getting a lot of licks.
“Some welcome home huh? I’m sorry I spoiled it.”
Ruffie barked and headbutted his Master’s shouder, indicating it was all ok.
Master Keene smiled and scritched Ruffie at the base of his spine. The pup groaned and flopped to the side, kicking his foot.
“Ok that’s adorable,” Master Keene noted. “You’re a good boy huh?”
“Arf!”
“Such a good boy, yesh you are.” 
“Arf arf!”
Master Keene gave his flank a few pats. “Did you miss me?”
Ruffie nodded.
“I missed you too. I couldn’t wait to come home to your cute face. It gets so lonely here on the weekends. Damn, we’re gonna have a lot of fun together. Speaking of which, I think you deserve a treat huh? As an apology for bonking you?”

Ruffie quickly forgot about the pain when he saw the big bag of brownie bites. He decided that he going to play the sympathy card and try to get away with as much as possible… he had a feeling the bites would disappear once Master Keene found the sandal. 

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lickerpup:

Rudolph the red-thonged reindeer~

Had a very shiny gag~

And if you ever saw him~

You’d say “what a total fag!”~

Merry Christmas tumblr! 🙂

“What a cute little faggot reindeer,” Santa chuckled, eating one of the cookies left for him. “You’re supposed to be in bed aren’t you?”
The boy shrugged and looked at the floor shyly.
“Well, I can’t be mad at a boy that wants to wait up for Santa.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, then set it on the coffee table. “This is for you.”
The fag’s eyes lit up.
“Too small to fit under the tree you see. Just for you. Shhh.”
Then to the boy’s surprise, Santa winked at him then disappeared into a red poof of smoke. He sat on his butt and tried to contemplate what just happened. The base of the tree was littered with presents. The boy rubbed his eyes. The little box was still on the table. The box and the lid were wrapped separately so it was easy to open. Inside was a tiny bullet vibrator. There was a thud on the roof and the boy rushed to the window to see a shadow sail into the night. He couldn’t believe it! Santa had known exactly what he wanted. He’d been a good faggot after all.

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Text is fictional. I hijacked your post, @lickerpup.

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Jesus H. Christ, I can’t sit here by your side and be a good boy any longer. If I have to listen to one more speculation on the real estate market or you or your friend’s portfolio in five years, I am going to hurl all over both of your nice shoes. Will you please just throw the ball already? I put it in your lap like an hour ago. Throw iiiiit. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it.

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Text is fictional. Source is OP, Pup Shepard.

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I heard growling and came into the room. My pup was possessively defending his bowls from our cat, Prissy. I was surprised. Prissy didn’t care about anything besides when she was fed and the five minutes when she wanted to be petted a day. Yet, two days after I got a pup, it seems she had taken interest in the new addition to the family. Or in her mind, a new interloper in her territory. She clearly was not pleased that my pup was getting more food than her, and a nice big piece of chicken at that. 

I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching it unfold. Prissy came closer. Boxer growled. His tail wagged as a warning. Prissy looked at Boxer, then knocked over the water bottle I’d set there. Boxer looked astonished. I smothered a laugh behind my hand. He popped up, barking incessantly, and Prissy bolted. Despite the tail plug, Boxer went after her in a hurry. I found them in the next room, Boxer barking in front of the sofa, where Prissy was hiding underneath. 

I was wheezing from laughing so hard and had to pull Boxer away by his jockstrap. “Leave it! Leave it baby! Let her stay there.” He growled at her some more, then tossed his head high with a “hmph” and let me guide him back to his bowl. I mopped up the mess with a towel and Boxer ate the rest of his food in peace.

It wasn’t over though. Later that night, Boxer dumped his dinner water bottle on Prissy’s head. I only punished him a little. I admired his ability to not be outranked in this household by one stuck up cat.

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Text is fictional. (This was a submission! Love it.)

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pupkato:

Cute pup with cute ink

I woke up cause someone stepped on me. I jerk and flail. “Jesus, Johnny! I’m up! I’m uup! …Ok tone down the cute, I haven’t had coffee yet.”
I run my fingers through my hair and wipe crud out of my eyes. Jonathan drops the toy on me and barks, bouncing on the bed, butt wiggling. 
“Pup mode huh. Jesus, Whyyy are you such a morning pup?”
Juju pushes the bear toward me with his nose. I pick it up and furrow my brow. I don’t recognize this. 

Juju gives me a goofy look and barks at me. I glance at my phone. “Hey, today’s my birthday isn’t it?”
That sets him off and he bounces on my bed on all fours. “Woah there, woah there! Dooown boy. Down. Down. Good boy.” I look at the bear. “Is this for me?”
“Bark bark bark!”
I smile. It’s really cute. I press my own nose to it and lord it smells just like my pup. He must have slept with it. It makes my heart flutter and my cock a little hard. 
“Thank you boy.”
I get kisses for that, and I pull him into my arms so I can scratch his back vigorously. Juju groans into my neck and drools in me as my nails work him over from shoulders to hips. At his butt, I give that X on his hip a few good swats. It’s my favorite of his tattoos. We wrestle for a moment, but Juju is interested in something else.

Juju definitely doesn’t seem interested in sex right now though. Instead, he tugs on the comforter with his teeth and nuzzles me, trying to get me out of bed. I dutifully get up. Juju then herds me to the bathroom and sits at the doorframe while I relieve myself and get ready. He can barely sit still. 

I pull on a pair of shorts and begin the walk to the kitchen, making sure to take my new bear with me. Juju bounds ahead of me, excited. When I walk into the dining room, I see why. The kitchen table has been set like something out of a movie. Flowers bloom in the middle. Water and tea are all offered next to mysterious plates wrapped in tin foil. I peel them off with a smile and reveal one hell of a breakfast – waffles, eggs, bacon, and of course, strawberries with whipped cream. There’s a candle in the whipped cream. A smile splits my face in half. I set the bear next to it.

“Juju did you get up early and do this for me?”
Juju nuzzles me and licks my leg. I kneel down next to him and cup his cheeks in my hand. “I love it, and I love you. I’m going to take my bear to work as a reminder of what a loving boyfriend I have at home.” We kiss and nuzzle and I give him a hug. “Thank you for cooking for me.” 
“Bark bark bark!” 
I ruffle his hair. “I hope it’s still warm!”
Juju makes a coughing motion and looks at his bowl.
“You made this you goofball, you couldn’t fill your own bowl?”
Juju giggles, breaking character. 
“Ok fine.” I walk to the counter and prepare a plate for my pup and set it down next to my chair. My boy devours it much like a lion would a zebra, but I take my time with mine. I cherish my food, admiring every crumb and grain of salt and every flavor, the color of the strawberries and the strength of the tea. Jonathan knows exactly how I like my food. Apparently he did such a great job with it he got so excited he pupped out. Pleasing me means that much to him. I l bend down and give him a sticky scratch behind the ears. “Good boy, Juju. Good boy. I love you.”

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Text is fictional. This boy is porn star and general hottie Mickey Taylor. His Tumblr is a wet dream and you should check it out. Also he’s engaged to another porn star and has tattoos on his dick. Not even kidding.