boythingpup

[boythingpup]

good meowning everykitty!! dogs.. go eat dirt or something

[boythingpup]

imagine daddy waking you up in the middle of the night, asking if you want to play a game. Your daddy was so cool, so fun, and you two played the *best* games, so why wouldn't you sit up and start nodding? he would gently guide you to the edge of the bed, and he sits down on it, looking huge against your plushies and blankies.

"you wanna do something for me before we start our game, bub?" he asked, patting his thigh. you'd, of course, nod and say yes, crawling over to him. "can you take your shorts off for me? i know, i know its cold. here, let's go under the blankies." he'd guide you, with his big, strong hands that would push you on the swings, or the hands you'd grab tightly in the store if you ever got nervous.

once your shorts were off and you two were under the blankets, Daddy pulled off his own. he made a weird noise, like the sounds he makes when he puts his fingers inside of you. then, you felt something like a finger begin to nudge at your wet little hole. "it might hurt, but you're a big boy, right? you can--" he pushed his hip forward, and you felt *pressure* at your hole. it hurt! so you tried to move away, and started to make a pained noise, but then Daddy--mean, old Daddy-- grabbed you by both hips and *pushed* forward. hard. hard enough to where you had to shove your face into the pillow.

"Jesus Christ, bub. you're so--*tight*, peanut. Fuck, you're Daddy's boy, huh? " He asked, beginning to move before you were ready. Burning, hurting, a dull pain began to meld into weird tickly feeling in your belly. "Daddy, no, no," you'd beg, over and over, but Daddy wouldn't listen.

he'dbully his fat, adult cock into your tiny boycunt, breaking you in until you're a whining mess, crying and begging for him to stop. of course, he stopped when he pulled out and something sticky made a mess on your ass. when daddy pulled away and pulled his pants back up, you had long forgotten about the game that he mentioned.

the next morning, Daddy would let you have a soda with dinner and laid an innocent kiss on your forehead. "He's just such a *good boy*," he'd say as an excuse when Mommy asked why he let you have something sweet.

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this has me soaking wet n drooling on the train holy shit...

gotta say, i'm much more obedient next time dad comes in at night <3 i'm his good boy after all

[boythingpup]

the little difference between "daddy" and "dad" ???

people have definitely talked about this before but fuck. "daddy" is fun. it's teasing, it's safe. some people dislike it, and that's fine. it's not for them.

but "dad" ? an older man between my legs, playing with me, and i whine without thinking, "oh fuck dad, right there." he hesitates to a full stop, fingers fluttering against my cunt, and my face flushes red. i start stuttering out apologizes, saying it was a mistake, that the word caught in my throat, that i meant to say daddy.

and he shushes me all gently, continuing to rub at my clit, saying something about, "it's okay, baby. you want dad to make you feel good ?" and my legs are spread in front of him so he can watch my cunt clench at his words. and i'd whine and shake my head in denial, and he'd tsk and roll my clit between his fingers, watching my back arch and hips try to buck against his hand. "you shouldn't lie to your dad, baby. i'd hate to have to punish you."

and i'd cum far too quickly compared to normal, as if to solidify proof in what i liked. and he'd start making me call him "dad" all the time. he'd wait until i said it in front of people before shoving his tongue down my throat and reaching around to grip my ass in his hand.

[boythingpup]

“Let daddy know if anyone ever touches you here, okay? Only daddy should be touching this.” As he’s stretching his son out on his fingers and preparing him for his cock yeah

[boythingpup]

spin the bottle but whoever it lands on gets it forced inside them

[boythingpup]

Object insertion is too underrated! Put something where it doesn't belong today!

[boythingpup]

Need an older brother to absolutely destroy my holes and call me a faggot

[boythingpup]

wanna be called puppy in mundane situations, “thank you puppy” when i do you a favor, “pretty puppy” when i show off my outfit, “c’mere puppy” when asking to cuddle

[boythingpup]

Too tired to deal with adult responsibilities, I need someone to kidnap me and keep me in a basement, chained to the wall, naked and vulnerable, and come daily to play with me by forcing toys inside my holes and making me suck them before forcefully cuddling me to sleep

[boythingpup]

need someone to open my legs and see my cunt all puffy and wet and empty and say to me “aww, you need to be fucked in the ass so bad, don’t you?”

[boythingpup]

but literally my cunt is a little toy and you’re allowed play with it however you want

[boythingpup]

Really? You'll show me your cock? Wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail wagging my tail

[boythingpup]

Heyyy puppy :) come here. Yeah, sit down. Oh good job, you got on your knees without me even telling you to. I have something special for you..! It's a collar with your name on it. Now I know you have a lot (because I love spoiling my puppy), but this one is really, really nice. Look.

..no, well. I know it's not what you were expecting. But I mean, your name is basically puppy now, isn't it? Puppy, mutt, pet. Same thing. I don't know the last time I used that...human name of yours. Do you even remember what it is?

Yeah, that's what I thought. So let me put it on. It locks so snugly around your neck, puppy. It's perfect for you. And--well, it didn't come with a key. Which means you get to be my puppy forever! Isn't that nice?

[boythingpup]

• Using your safeword does not make you a bad sub.

• Not enjoying a certain act (i.e. tying up, pain play, etc) does not make you a bad sub.

• Not sharing the same kinks as your dom(s) does not make you a bad sub.

• Asserting your wants, needs and/or triggers does not make you a bad sub.

• Stopping a scene entirely and not wanting to continue does not make you a bad sub.

Bdsm is supposed to be fun. You can stop or alter things to suit your comfort. It’s ok to do this.

Any dom that tells you otherwise is a bad dom.

[boythingpup]

Pin that tboy down and rape him.

[boythingpup]

"Yeah, sorry team. I just got a new puppy recently and it's been a real hassle getting him acclimated." As you're on your knees under my desk, mouth pressed to my cock. I nod as my fingers tangle in your hair, encouraging you to suck on it. "He's a feisty one. Always needs something in his mouth, or else he'd chew through my whole house. I'll try to keep him quiet for the meeting."

My eyes flicker down to you. "Harder," I say, muting my call. "You can take it deeper puppy, I know you can. Be good, now." Someone over my headphones makes a remark, and I laugh, my attention returning to my screen. "Just had to give him something to do; should be occupied now. Dogs are a lot of work to take care of. But he's so cute. It's worth all the training."

[boythingpup]

Dad/Son NonCon + Intox [Pt.1]

Dad having a drink in the living room in his boxers. Simple night watching whatever show his kids recommended as he lets the alcohol take over and relax him.

Soon it’s traveling straight to his cock, the slow onset of want encompassed every nerve turning it into an impressive sight, thick, long, and hungry. He feels himself stand at attention for a moment, stuffed in his boxers before grunting as he got up.

“Dad?” His youngest asked as he entered, “What are you-“ He looked down and saw his Father’s cock, “Dad?”

The slight fear in the boy’s voice really got to him, “C’mere.”

“Dad no. What the fu-“

He didn’t want it to linger any longer than he needed to so he grabbed the boy by his face, placing a hand over his mouth, “Shhhh, I’m not gonna hurt you. Daddy promises.”

He relished in how his son squirmed and tried to force his weight off him, heating up his hand as he huffed and bit, free arm making dull thuds as he beat against his old man wherever he could reach. The muffled cries for him made his cock jump and made his son start to tear up.

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you. I just got to get off, alright? Won’t even take off my boxers.”

His son’s tears soaked against his hand as he forced his legs apart igniting a new fighting vigor in the boy.

“Don’t be scared.” He cooed, groaning as he pressed his throbbing cock against the heat of his son’s cunt, “I’ll repay the favor real soon.”

“Dad! Dad no! Stop! Please! Please!”

He rolled his hips in circles, feeling the slight wetness and heat of his son’s hole start to soak through. The heat between them started to suffocate the boy, every harsh inhale filling his nose with his Dad’s musk making him lightheaded. He wanted to say it didn’t feel good but the way his Dad’s hot, firm cock pressed against his tdick and rubbed his panties against it started to get to him.

“Stop!” He cried.

His dad kissed his sweaty forehead and started to grind harder, pushing his leg up so his son’s panties stretched, bringing him closer to his boy’s cunt. He slid his the length of cock up and down, rolled his hips to stimulate his son, and humped to make his son feel how his balls squished against his cunt. The alcohol made it real easy to get close, easy to give into the filth plauging him.

“Such a good boy for yer Dad. So fucking good to me.” He huffed, his hips moving faster.

The boy’s sobbing was still steady, his soaked cunt a betrayal to what he actually felt.

“Oh fuck boy! Ohhhh, your Dad’s gonna cum! I’m so sorry for doing this to you. Just such a little- fucking pretty boy I couldn’t- uh, help myself.” His Dad groaned and muttered against his ear.

The boy shuddered and it sent his Dad over the edge, his hips bucking as if his dick was inside his son, his moans loud in his son’s ear. He panted as he came down, his hips slow, smearing his cum in his boxers and soaking his son’s panties.

He sighed as he got off, his dick going limp, “Thank you son.”

His boy shied away from him patting his thigh, curling up underneath his blanket trying to ignore how his panties cradled his wet, puffy cunt and how badly he wanted to touch himself.