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my whitaker-centric Pitt page. hucklerobby/hucklerabbot 21. he/him. 🗣🇬🇧🇨🇵🇮🇹 frequent whitaker puppy poster 🐶

[pinkypixie23]

dennis is on his tippy toes btw and this is why they’re always late to work ☀️🧼🚿

[noah-wyles]

good luck to the cast and crew!!!

[abrilas-art]

Sometimes “Baby” is your blushing 50ish year old partner with piercings.

[alexisneverokay]

i am going to kill all the questura to death with a gun. because at this point having no questura will be more efficient than the service they currently pretend to provide. i love italian beauracracy.

[cokezerovape]

[alexisneverokay]

I cant wait to visit this website

[mjpens]

Pittlings 🫶🏻

[alexisneverokay]

trying some new lighting choices for the nest 🤔

[orlovbats]

Robby is distracted throughout Abbot's hand-off until he introduces his final patient. "Lastly we have twenty-eight-year-old Dennis Whitaker. Bacterial pneumonia; responding well to treatment so far, but we're keeping him here until social work comes down. He was brought in off the street by a good samaritan. Unhoused, we think. He hasn't said enough to get confirmation but it looks like he's a little."

Robby blinks out of his daydream when Abbot says that name. Dennis Whitaker—could it really be? The patient in the bed looks thinner and weaker than the boy Robby had known, but he hadn't been unhoused then. Or had pneumonia.

"Dennis? Dennis, do you remember me?" He gently asks.

The boy in the bed cracks an eye open, then smiles behind the clear oxygen mask. "Wobby," he croaks.

Jack shifts in the doorway. "One of yours?" He asks Robby.

"Yeah. Yeah, from down at the rec centre. Hey, I missed you, bear cub. I always wondered what happened to you."

A few years ago, after COVID-19 lockdown measures eased, Robby began spending his free time as a volunteer caregiver to lonely littles in his local area. Some of them had lost their support systems as a result of the pandemic, others were simply new to the city and hadn't yet placed roots. Back then, Dennis hadn't talked about why he sought out the services of a volunteer caregiver, and Robby hadn't pushed him to. He washed Dennis, read to him, took him to the nearby park and pushed him on the swings, really truly built a bond with the boy—and then he'd vanished. Robby still occasionally goes to the rec centre on his days off. He likes to look after the littles. But he's never experienced a bond like the one he'd had with Dennis, and he'd always hoped that they'd someday be reunited.

Not like this, though.

At Abbot and their combined pack of students and interns, he barks, "Has a detailed history been taken? Has he had a HRCT? I want to rule out any chronic conditions. Send for a full panel, actually."

"Whoa. Brother. Cool it," Abbot responds. "Everything is fine. He's already been checked. Pneumonia aside, he's only a little malnourished and he's missing some vaccinations—but we're on top of that already. You can read his chart yourself. All that's left is social work, like I said. Take it down a notch." He shoos away the surrounding crowd, then comes close to say, "You can sit with him for a while if you want. I'll stay for an extra hour. Not like I've got anywhere else to be."

Robby scrubs his hand over his face. Dennis is—Dennis isn't his. Not really. He's just someone he helped during a period of apparent need. Right now, though, it seems he needs him again. On the bed, he shifts and coughs hoarsely. The great force of it twists his face in pain. Instinctually, he shushes him, murmurs, "It's okay. It's okay." Then he turns to Abbot and says, "'ll stay for a while, but come by if you need me."

Abbot claps his shoulder. "I won't," he responds honesty. "Take your time."

[noah-wyles]

anyways. michael robinavitch you are the main character of this story and we're going to watch you get healthy and address your demons and you're going to see brighter days and be loved by people because you are so loved by those characters and we're going to see the robby we've yet to meet.

[puppiegracie]

yeah I just know robby loves watching dennis get off.

dennis thought he had to put on a show the first time— spread his legs wide and bite his lip, slowly fuck himself open on his fingers— but no, that's not what robby wants. robby wants real, wants him, exactly what he does when he's alone.

his cheeks burn at robby's molten, intense gaze, sitting back in a chair with a hand resting over his bulge. not stroking himself, barely palming himself, more focused on his sweet pup getting all flustered. dennis swallows thickly as he grabs robby's pillow, sets it on the bed, mounts it. robby grins. theere you go, puppy. need something to hump, huh? cute little puppyhumps? shit, cmon, baby, show me...

dennis whimpering as he drags his hips against the pillow, a wet spot growing on the crotch of his briefs, damp with slick. his tdick is hard and pulsing against the fabric, the friction against it so deliciously good. when he presses down a little harder his mouth pops open in a gasp, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine, making him arch.

he gets desperate enough to lose his self consciousness, start humping in earnest, little yelps spilling from his pretty mouth with each desperate fuck of his hips against the pillow, chasing the pleasure. awww, does that feel so good? yeah? yeah? what a good boy!!! making your cute little puppyparts all drooly against daddy's pillow, huh? fuuuck, gonna smell just like that sweet cunt... keep going, gooood boy...

the praise makes him feel dizzy, stupid, too weak to stay upright. it always ends up like this, him shifting to his side, curled up fetal with the pillow still tucked firmly between his legs, hips working fast and desperate against it. the noises hiccuping out of him are downright pitiful, pathetic, little yips and cries and high-pitched moans. he's daddy's good boy, he's a good boy... and oh, fuck, fuck, the friction is sooo good against his sensitive little puppyparts, making his hole clench and flutter around the emptiness, tdick throbbing, making him even dizzier.

he cums with a bitten-off whine, panting hard, hips stilling their grind as he twitches and whimpers through the aftershocks. he can only manage a weak moan as his owner takes the pillow out from between his legs, pushing him to his stomach and pulling his hips up for access. the stretch of daddy's cock makes him flail and sob, burning so sweet, filling him aalll the way up. pleasure burns hot in his stomach as robby starts to pump in and out of his puffy pussy, fucking him hard and deep, making him drool into the sheets.

aww, what a messy pup... shh, shh, shh, puppy, just let me in, you're okay... such a good boy, humping my pillow, dirty, desperate little thing. my stupid little mutt, huh? my precious, dumb puppy? yeahh, you like being stupid for me... like being a dumb, pliant little fuckpet, huh? fuuuck, squeezing me so goddamn tight... little puppyparts don't wanna let daddy go, hmm? noo, I know, I knoww... gooood boy, good puppyy.

[alexisneverokay]

dennis getting hurt while out on the street team is robby's last straw. he's done really well so far to keep a lot of his possessive urges at bay, and despite the fact that he officially owns dennis already, and the boy wears his day collar permanently, he's let him keep working and going outside. up until now. seeing his boy, his pup, his *property* with bruises marring the side of his face and blood on his lip flicks a switch in him. this can't ever happen again. it can't be allowed.

after demanding cctv footage be pulled up and arrests for assault made, he rushes his boy home for the last time. dennis will absolutely not be going back out into the world that wants to hurt him. robby knows how to keep him safe and warm and content, and he's going to do just that. his poor puppy is still sniffling in his arms and has eyes full of tears as his owner cleans him up, dabbing carefully at the cuts and making sure they're clean before wrapping an ice pack up and holding it on his boys face. he feeds dennis soft food and water (which may or may not have certain substances in to make the younger drowsy), and tucks him into bed, naked, to sleep. robby has things to prepare.

he gets out dennis's main collar- nearly two inches thick and made of stiff black leather- and also matching wrist and ankle cuffs that he'd kept hidden up until now. he wouldn't fasten them together at the moment, but would rather lock them on to dennis's limbs as permanent fixtures so he could be restrained whenever robby wanted. they'd be like his previous day collar. he also selected a tailor made cage for his boy's cock that he'd been withholding too- with the intention that it would only be removed for cleaning. his boy would never be vulnerable out in the world again, and would never spend a day unbound from his owner's restraints.

he settles on the bed and brushes his hand over dennis's beautiful curls. such a pretty boy. a delicate boy, something special to be protected. after such a near miss, it was clear that denny needed to be kept safe and sound right where he was. the younger barely sniffles as robby discards the day collar- it won't be of any use now that the pup will be permanently fully collared- and replaces it with the thick leather one. he tightens it enough that the pressure will be unrelenting, but that he can still slip a finger under it. good. he reaches behind him and picks up a light but strong chain, attaching one end to the headboard and the other to the back of the collar, locking it in place. his puppy looked good chained to the bed. he'd be staying there a while.

onto each of his wrists and ankles went the cuffs, not connected for now and so still allowing him full range of movement, but they were locked on too. the ones on his ankles also had the necessary hardware to be attached to a spreader bar, should robby choose. in the same manner, his boy's cock was also locked away from his touch.

standing back from the bed, robby surveyed his work. his puppy was collared and bound and ready to be a permanent pet. he'd never have to know the feeling of clothes again, or the feelings of stress and pain, or the scary things that happened outside. robby resolved that he'd even be the one taking his boy to the bathroom, holding his cock so that he didn't get any ideas. his body was already robby's to control, and now his entire life would fall under that umbrella. looking at denny's puffy nipples, he thinks about some piercings.

he settles himself against the headboard and cuddles his property into his lap, careful to arrange the chain so that it didn't get in the way. he snuggled and loved on his puppy until those blue eyes blinked open and the pup nuzzled into his chest. it didn't take dennis long to notice the heavy duty restraints on all his limbs, and the way his cock and neck were both bound and trussed up, locked in place.

"mmm... daddy..?"

"heyyyyy, my puppy baby, you feeling okay? need more painkillers sweetie?"

dennis wriggled a little and stared at his caged cock. robby watched carefully, but the puppy didn't seem distressed at all.

"staying here now?"

oh, his boy catches on quick! how smart of his little one. robby strokes his head again as he breaks the news.

"yeah, puppy, staying here now. you got hurt out there. it's not safe for pretty boys like you, so daddy's made the decision to keep you safe and sound. you see your collar and your cuffs?"

dennis nods sleepily, chain clinking behind him.

"they're staying on for good now baby. no more outside. you'll stay here with daddy and i'll make sure you've got your chain on too when you can. no more dr. whitaker. there's only daddy now, okay? only daddy and his puppy in his good boy restraints."

dennis yawns and seems unbothered, snuggling closer and enjoying the tug of his collar. his new cage hides the way he wants to chub up at the thought of having his wrists bound for his daddy and finally losing all his independence. he hopes robby locks them together soon.

"are you a happy pup, denny? you're happy here with me?"

robby is already smiling, seeing his boy isn't distressed (not that distress would've changed robby's mind about the complete captivity in any way) and petting down his back.

"mmm.. yeah. happy. puppy now."

"that's right baby! no more medicine, just a puppy. sleep now, pretty baby. daddy will get you all locked up proper tomorrow."

dennis smiles as he drifts off in robby's arms. robby, smitten as he is with his new 24/7 pet, still finds time to plan the next gear he should buy. maybe a chest harness would be good? or a full blown chastity belt? maybe both, to be honest. he had time now.

[dilffenthusiastt]

We can all agree Robby is the biggest bush guy ever (maybe second to Jack).

and dennis (ftm), who grew up on a farm, with mostly men, definitely never had any sort of talk about how to shave himself so he never did. Robby had obviously never complained to him about it before, but he still felt self-conscious about it early on into there relationship.

so he decides to go to Trinity (very embarrassed) for help. And she gets him some stuff, (safe products, nice razor whatever) and tells him how to without cutting himself. And he shaves himself.

Robby had invited him over so he decided to put on some new see-through lace panties he had gotten for the occasion and texts Robby he has a surprise for him.

things progress throughout the night and they’re finally in Robby’s bed. Robby is so excited he’s practically salivating when he moves to take off Dennis’s pants.

“wh- what the fuck?” His voice cracks.

Dennis, nervous as ever, “is something wrong?”

Robby on the verge of tears, “you shaved?”

“Oh uhm, yeah. For you?” He tried to smile very lost at Robby’s reaction.

Robby looks up at him and his eyes are literally wet, “no.”

“Robby I-“

“no.”

“but…”

“no. No more shaving.” He pushed his nose between Dennis’s folds and exhales, “promise me.”

“No more shaving.” Dennis’s nods as his thighs squish Robby’s head in anticipation.

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trans! dennis who forgot that robby didn’t know.

after months of tension, they both finally snap during a random spat, in some supply closet at the pitt.

robby has whitaker pinned against a wall, his large hands on the kid’s hips, as he guides them to grind on the leg he slotted between dennis’ thighs ,and shit- the boy’s not turned on.

fuck, is robby taking advantage of his resident ? he could swore whitaker was into it, he’s grabbing robby’s face with so much force, delicious little whines escaping mouth while his lips are still on robby’s, and he’s pulling the man impossibly closer to himself- but the proof’s right there. or at least, what should be right there isn’t, and that’s proof enough.

dennis panics when dr robby suddenly pulls out, oh no he’s gonna say it was a mistake and he regrets it, no, no, no!, but then, his attending just sighs defeated, and drops his forehead on the wall, right above dennis’ ear.

‘do you even want this kid ? is it- am i doing something wrong ?’

dennis is so confused. he feels so good, his mind is bordering on fuzzy, his eyes started to glaze over, and he’s so so wet, wetter than he’s ever been and oh.

oh. the idiot. the absolute, complete, idiot.

he never did tell robby he was trans, did he.

‘erm, no sir, you were doing everything really right,’ dennis breathes out after a moment, willing his voice not to shake. he knows robby will be cool with it, and he doesn’t wanna make a big deal out of it, but it’s still quite an awkward coming out situation.

‘i wish you could feel how wet i am for you right now, dr robby’

dennis feels robby’s hands tightening in a bruising grip on his hips, then the man picks his head back up. when he finally looks at dennis again, his irises are nearly gone.

‘yeah ? show me, pretty boy’

[alexisneverokay]

computer show me hucklerobby porn. computer. do you hear me. hucklerobby age gap yaoi kinky porn now. computer.

[alexisneverokay]

ugh I need dennis to be a kidnapped puppy again tonight. need him to be owned. its one of those evenings.

[puppiegracie]

ohhh my godddd here we go again the actresses for the pitt women make some great points about robby's biases and then all of the sudden the only discussion is "ohhh they better fear for their jobs..." y'all are EXHAUSTING. why do you want there to be abuse happening so bad 😭😭 all of them have said how much they enjoy working on the show. believe all women until they're lying when it suits your made-up narrative...