Daniel spent the remainder of that night instructing his newfound. How to think, how to feel, how to see the world. His new slave drank in every word with such an incredible thirst for instruction and his slave, when he could look at his Master, looked upon him reverent look in his eyes. Big blue worshipful eyes - Daniel could tell that he looked at him, not just as his owner, not even as a Master, but as a God - The only one he could ever serve, the only person who would ever matter, the only person he could ever love, the only person he could ever love and the one he knew he was to devote his life to.
His submission was so intoxicatingly perfect, his need to serve was so beautifully complete. He felt lucky to have attracted the attention and the loyalty of such a loyal submissive.
Daniel took a felt tip tip marker out from his backpack and drew a special symbol in the middle of his pup’s chest.
“This is my mark to you. It means you’ll never be alone. It means that as long as you live you’re going to have purpose. You’ll never have to wonder whether you matter, because you’ll matter to me. No matter how far you go, or what you do, you’ll have a place to call home. Not that you’ll ever go far, because your place…”
The slave was tearing up over his Master’s beautiful words, so moved by them that tears ran down his face and into his beard. His nose running unceremoniously.
“Your place is with me - always. You’ll have my protection. You’ll have my instruction. Most of all you’ll have my love.”
The pup tried to express his gratitudes verbally, but all that came were grateful whimpers through his sniffles. Internally he didn’t feel worthy of such a beautiful thing, and that it would be his life’s duty to prove himself worthy of such a monumental honor. It wasn’t his job to decide if he was worthy or not.
“My brand is my claim to ownership over you. I want you to always show it, to always wear it with pride. With that brand and my collar, you will achieve incredible things, beautiful things, impossible things. You’re always going to push yourself to be the best you can for me in all ways. You will grow even bigger for me - to your own physical limit and then some. Your happiness is my happiness. Everything I want in the world is everything that you want in the world”
The slave nodded adamantly.
“And you want to serve in a big family. The bigger the better. Each one at least as loyal and as loving as you. Each one as totally committed to serving me with every part of their being as you. Are you committed to helping me make this happen, pup?”
The pup whimpered and nodded emphatically. Internalising this instruction, letting it write his brain and then lay the foundation for his entire existence henceforth.
“Good pup” his Master delivered, before giving his slave another electric kiss, feeling the saltiness of the pup’s tears on his soft, yielding lips. Daniel pressed down on the mark he made on his pup with the marker, the bull surrendering into his Master’s kiss even more.
Daniel felt himself get tired. Yawning. He ordered his pup to kiss his feet. Patrick grovelling came up to Daniel’s shoulders. The brute gave such delicate kisses to his Master’s, each kiss in itself telling of the depth and gratitude he held in his heart.
He invited his pup to lay down and cuddle up to him on the picnic blanket and allowed his pup to be big spoon. Patrick’s cock was barely big enough to be little spoon, trying to reach around his whole being would have been impossible for Daniel. It wasn’t long before the two drifted off to sleep in eachother’s arms.