Dan waved off his two subs. “You two go work out, Magnus here has to finish showing me the campus. I’m sure you’ll just be distracted if I came with you anyway.”
Patrick and Marcus whimpered a little, the thought of being away from their master heavy in their hearts. “Yes Sir!” they replied in unison. Both studs nodded and headed to the ginger gym with a spring in their step, eager to please their master with more growth.
“Alright bud, where were we?” Dan turned to Magnus and locked eyes with him. Magnus flushed red, making his platinum blond hair look brighter against his skin. They were friends now? His crush considered them pals?
“Y-yes! Come! This way is the career center!” Magnus put a trembling hand behind Dan and led him towards a what looked like another gym rather than a secretarial career office. On the way, Magnus informed him that the career center is where students went to figure out their majors and apply to jobs across the country. It is also where students took their final presentations every semester: To show how much they’ve grown over the past months of lifting and study. The center was decked out in every kind of weight set and machine imaginable; all the latest high-tech equipment and body monitoring systems were used to test the students as they began their life out in the real world.
As they approached the career center, a short fireplug with a massive ball gut waddled out of the door which was held open by a massive, collared ginger. The ginger hefted the short and burly man up in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of his master for choosing the powerlifting program. The ginger stomped off with his master in his arms, leaking cock poking out of his kilt, obviously ready to celebrate his master’s achievement.
Dan saw Magnus watch the two bound off together with a forlorn look. The kid was huge, but he sure did have an issue with confidence. Dan felt his around for his phone in his pocket and smiled. He could do something about that.
“Oh geez, look at the time! We’ve got to get to class! You have Computer Programming with Mr. Pascal, right? I heard he punishes students for being late!” Magnus shouted, worried about making his crush late for one of the first classes of the semester. He offered his hand to Dan and looked away, his other hand trying to casually go behind his head, but his arms were just too big; it looked like he was trying to wave instead.
Dan smiled and took the brute’s hand. “Yeah, we don’t want to be late! Let’s go!” He took his other hand out of his pocket and headed towards Hall B where their class was held. Magnus’ changes could wait until they were settled in class.