#doggy Coyle

[makeucrawl]

Coyle getting ready for the day only to find a home in his pants... you know what to do

Nsfw

Coyle finds a hole in the back of his pants…

!!WARNING!!NSFW!!

Tags: Voyeurism, Humiliation, Toy

It was time to get ready for the day, and Coyle was about finished when he noticed something peculiar about his jeans. He removes them leaving him in his white shirt, tie, and socks before turning the pants around to inspect them. There's an odd-sized hole in the back, precisely where his ass would be. His brow furrows in confusion since he can't recall ripping them.

Tossing them to the side, Coyle turns to his drawer to look for another pair, only to discover that they are all gone. This was starting to piss him off and he knew just who to blame. He stomps over to one of the many cameras in his room.

“What in the hell is this!?” He snarls, holding up the pair of damaged pants. “I can’t walk ‘round like this!!”

"Oh, but Leland…you haven't even seen the other part of my gift to you." Easterman's voice croons over the crackling speaker near the camera, causing Leland's lip to twist up in a grimace.

He glances around the room and notices a box on the dresser that he must have overlooked in his drowsy state. Knowing the doctor, this was not a pleasant or thoughtful gift. It would be an utterly perverse present that was more for Easterman than him.

Coyle throws the box lid off in an angry huff and glances inside. There was a huge anal plug with a fluffy black tail connected to the base.

“A good K-9 should put on his uniform. All of it.”

“Ya..gotta be fuckin’…I ain’t-!” The officer’s face burns red as he lifts it up by the fake tail attachment and stares at it. He understood now what the hole in the pants was for and even though this was deeply embarrassing he already felt himself getting hard.

“Do you want me to come there and help you?”

“N-no…”

“Good boy. I want to watch you put it in…” The doctor breathes heavily over the mic making the prime asset roll his eyes heavily.

“Damn..c-creepy..voyeurist..pervert..”

Mumbling to himself, the humiliated cop walks over to the nightstand beside his bed to retrieve the tube of lube he had.

No way was he going to take this thing dry.

He bends over the bed, letting the other man dictate his posture. Once the police officer is in a good viewing position, he squeezes a glob of sticky lube onto his fingers and spreads himself open with his free hand. Groaning, he pushes two calloused fingers into himself, pushing them in until they reach the second knuckle. Even though his fingers felt great and he could just keep doing it, he knew couldn't keep the director waiting.

He replaces his fingers with the now lube-covered toy, the pressure of the large plug pushing against him leads him to let out a breathy whine.

“That’s a good boy, Officer….Just a little more..”

Coyle chews on his wrist, attempting to muffle any additional sounds as the object slips into him with a slick pop. He clenched tightly around it, holding it in place.

“Now get ready for work. You have a trial to go to.”

Easterman chuckles as the cop looks over his shoulder at his new “tail”. It was an odd but satisfyingly full feeling inside of him as the officer pulled his pants up and pulled the fake tail through the hole. Wobbling over to where he last left his hat, he groans when he notices a pair of fluffy ears stuck on top. He heard a delighted giggle from the intercom.

This was ridiculous!! Why was he letting this fucker humiliate him like this!? He needed to get revenge…eventually.

Coyle growled to himself as he put the cap on his head and staggered to the elevator, his hard on pressing painfully against his jeans and “tail”swishing behind him with each step.

[southernspooks]

doggo coyle doggo coyle DOGGY COYLE

habby halloweeners :]

[teacupfullofstars]

Just Saw The Predator

IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME I WILL BUY IT AND WATCH IT A THOUSAND  TIMES

Keegan-Michael Key and Thomas Jane as Coyle and Baxley stole my heart! 

Nettles is my baby and I want a space doggy! 

The whole cast and movie was amazing and I can’t wait to add it to my collection. 

[andremarcusburky]

Can you please do what Charlie coyle like is bed? Thank you!!

it really depends on the mood

if he’s angry its so rough

if you’re in a bad mood or if you’ve had a rough day he’s so loving and gentle and its slow

if its like ‘celebratory’ there’s a mix

if its just regular ‘we’re horny’ sex then its pretty rough

he likes to be in charge

not gonna lie he bosses you around a bit

only because he’ll never be able to outside the bedroom

but you kinda like it in bed though

like he’ll tell you what to do and give you ‘commands’ and shit

“sit on my face”

“Ride it, baby”

“on all fours, now!”

spanks you when you do doggy

god there is NO stopping him when you’re in that position

like he goes for it and its the fucking ride of a lifetime

then he pulls you up so you’re both on your knees with your back against his front

fucks you like that

and one of his hands is holding the side of your head

forcing it back against his shoulder so he can see some of your face

and your expressions

“yeah, you like that, baby?”

his other hand is playing with your clit

and you come so hard

he has to hold you up himself because you’re no longer in control of any part of your body

thats how good it is

but when the mood is different and he’s all cutesy and sweet its all so passionate

like he wants to feel every part of you and he wants to take in every moment and savor it in his mind

thats when its the best

you can feel every move and its driving you nuts

you moan so fucking loud

plays a lot with your nipples

grabs your arms and pins them above your head

stares into your eyes

loves watching your face when you cum

[hockeynotoriety]

nothing in the nhl matters more to me than charlie coyle and his doggy

[billybennight]

Puppy resting at Danny Coyle’s yesterday while we were resting from our Maven’s brunch. There was so much resting going on! @dannycoyles #puppy #puppylove #photography #photographer #dog #doggy #doggystyle🐶 #lowerhaight #photographerslife #lowerhaight #sanfrancisco @sanfrancisco.ca.local (at Danny Coyle's) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoXWEIxgxdb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=op2drvojcvyz

[thesilvervoice]

On this day, February 7, 1919, which also fell on a Tuesday, our grandparents, James Gallagher and Mary (Nee Friel) welcomed their second child into the world. Eileen Ann was born in Glenswilly, the younger sister of the then 20 month old May Isabella. Their father was at  that time a National School teacher in Templedouglas near Churchill, County Donegal.  Our Aunt Eileen Ann, was named after her maternal grandmother and her mother’s younger sister, both of whom were Annie.

Three Gallagher children with their Aunt Annie and three McAteer cousins in Fanad, probably in the late 1920s. Aunt Eileen (‘Di’) is on the extreme left with Aunt May on the extreme right (thesilvervoice)

After Templedouglas our grandfather moved to Ballyheerin in Fanad where he taught for a while and he eventually got a school in Carrigart.

This photo is of our father and Aunt Eileen on the right. Unfortunately we don’t know who the other lady is. This was probably taken in the 1930s

Dad with older sister Eileen (on the right) in Carrigart (and photobombing doggie) (thesilvervoice)

  In 1945 ‘Di’  married Hugh Coyle of Milford County Donegal. A gentle giant, lovely  soft-spoken man

The tall dark and handsome Hugh Coyle of Milford and Di were married in 1945.(thesilvervoice)

Hugh and Eileen began married life in her family home in Carrigart. Their first child arrived in 1946. Sadly little baby Mary Patricia died when only a few months old, probably as a result of a colon blockage. For all of her life, Di kept a little piece of lace or gown that was associated with their little daughter. Interestingly her death was never registered (nor indeed was the death of our brother who also died as a child in 1959).  She is buried alongside our grandfather, our brother and our parents in Carrigart.  Hugh and Eileen eventually moved to Letterkenny and Derry before finally settling in Glasgow with their other two children.

Aunt Eileen was always  known to us as ‘Di’ as we could not pronounce her name when we were younger. She was also my godmother. This was done by proxy as she was not actually present at my christening. Hers was always the first  birthday card to arrive and we kept up frequent correspondence throughout her life. Her letters and cards remain among my most treasured possessions. Every summer she and her family would travel back home to Carrigart for the annual holidays on the ‘Glasgow Fare’. How we loved to see them descend from the Swilly Bus! She would bring tins of roasted peanuts and Scottish oat cakes and Petticoat Tail shortbread and beautiful clothes from Marks and Spencer and all sorts of treasures that seemed extraordinary to us who lived in the country. Exciting outings to Tramore and Downings were guaranteed when she was in town. And how she cried when it was time to leave again and head back by bus and boat to Glasgow!

Di, sister in law Nancy Gallagher and our older brother Donal c.1950s (thesilvervoice)

Di, her son Gerry and me on my red trike at the point of Figart c.1953 (thesilvervoice)

When I was aged  8 our father and I headed into Derry and caught the boat to Glasgow for a visit. I remember the captain giving me a Goldgrain biscuit that was warm to the touch because of the heat in his cabin; I remember being shown a submarine that sailed alongside us as we headed out of Lough Foyle; I remember being down in the very smelly hold of the ship with Dad and a man named Joe, a friend of my father, who was responsible for the well-being of the cattle who were being exported to Scotland and I remember getting locked into the lady’s toilet as I could not open the door and had to be rescued! Dad was not a bit pleased about that!

Pollokshaws Road with tenement flats

Glasgow was amazing to 8-year-old eyes with its (relatively) tall beautiful warm sandstone buildings. How I loved the sound of the  clanging bells of trams as they swung around the corner of Eglinto Street!  It was here that Di introduced me to my very first fish supper in a great fish and chip shop on the corner of Devon Street. We walked hand in hand in the fabulously named Sauchiehall Street and browsed the market stalls in the Barras in The Gorbals where she bought me a toothbrush. Hugh, Dad, my older cousin and I paid a cultural visit to the Art Gallery in Kelvingrove where we youngsters were reduced to uncontrollable tittering as only 8 and 9 years olds can be, at the first time ever sight of nudes!

Di at paternal family home in Mulnamina Glenties in the 1960s with our brother Damian. (thesilvervoice)

The thing that struck me most in later years was how hard it must have been for emigrants to these big cities to leave the rugged coastline and beautiful sandy beaches, the wide open fields edged with scented  hawthorn and quiet country lanes for clanging trams, dark spiral staircases leading to flats one on top of another in the tenements of large industrial cities, with no private open spaces, only a shared courtyard in which to hang clothes to dry or watch children play. How hard must it have been to leave the grave of a little daughter behind in windswept Donegal? Although  tenements provided very high density housing, the flats or apartments were very spacious inside with large high-ceiling rooms. Di used always laugh at a by-law that dictated that women could not clean the windows of these buildings, presumably in case they fell out onto the street below! But it was not all gloom and doom. ‘Up the stairs’ lived Bridget Connor (nee Coll)  from Carrick in Carrigart, who was a cousin of Hugh’s. At every turn were Donegal people who had also taken the boat in search of better times. I remember Di telling me that you could always recognize Fanad men by the clothes they wore – a brown suit with particularly wide trouser legs! Still, it was a hard life. On Mondays Di loaded up her little pram with washing and headed out to the washouse to do the weekly family laundry as the flat did not have any clothes washing facilities. The notion of a wash house was strange to me as were other terms such as ‘close’ for the common entrance to a number of flats, and ‘the dunny’ for the basement at the bottom of the spiral staircase that led to the communal courtyard.

  Di was a bit of a worrier but she had a lovely sense of humour and a wicked laugh. She was deeply religious, a fact that sustained her when Hugh died suddenly in the 1960s. She loved tweed and every year made sure to buy herself a skirt length of tweed when she came back to Donegal, to keep her warm and cosy during Scottish winters. She loved nice china and had a lovely collection of beautifully embroidered tablecloths. Pride of place was held by a blue willow pattern tablecloth given her by Mrs McCloskey of Carrigart  on the occasion of her marriage in 1945. I often wonder whether this much treasured cloth has survived all these years. It was either discarded or given to charity after her death.

A tablecloth that she also treasured for years ..she gave me this in 1997 (thesilvervoice)

China pieces Di treasured for years. She gave me these at our last meeting in February 1999 (thesilvervoice)

She died in December 1999. She and I had a very special relationship in spite of the distances between us. She above anyone else understood the challenging relationship between my mother and myself and made a huge difference to my life.  She herself lived a gentle if challenging and often lonely life yet she never had a negative word to say about anyone.

We remember and celebrate her arrival into the world 98 years ago on this very day. The world is a better place for her having been here.

  Eileen Ann Gallagher On this day, February 7, 1919, which also fell on a Tuesday, our grandparents, James Gallagher and Mary (Nee Friel) welcomed their second child into the world.