Magnus felt his iPhone (RED) vibrate and fetched it from his bag. New text messages from his brother pup.
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Patrick: Brother Marcus and I have escorted Master to English class.
Patrick: As you predicted,the classroom isn't redhead accessible. Even I couldn't fit through the doorway and I'm “small” for a redhead.
Patrick: 🚪🤔
Patrick: Master asked if you could retrieve His confiscated device from professor Pascale since you are free.
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A photo was attached of Patrick and Marcus with Master Dan, which Magnus immediately pawed at his screen to zoom in on his Master. Those beautiful dark eyes made Magnus’ submissive heart ache longfully.
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Magnus: Please tell Master “Thank you for your orders.”
Patrick: I have relayed your message.
Patrick: Master says you’re a “good pup.”
Magnus: 🔒❤️
Magnus: we are so lucky to be owned by Him.
Patrick: I can’t imagine life without our Master...I would sooner die than disappoint Him...I envy you, brother, getting these orders.
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Magnus reached for his collar, tugging on it like a security blanket before heading back towards the Comp Sci hanger that doubled as Professor Pascal’s office. The walk was especially challenging with the butt plug Pascal had given as part of Magnus’ punishment. Even though he’d just gotten off, the pressure was making Magnus chub up. Each giant step causing his massive, half-mast cock to flop free from the bottom of his too-short-kilt.
“Best take the back way…” whispered Magnus to himself. Despite being 22-feet-tall and winning the campus alpha title, Magnus’ was a chronic introvert and too submissive to function without his Master Dan. “Titles are just pageantry anyway,” thought Magnus, ducking slightly as he walked to stay below tree-level, lest any students see him and decide his punishment from earlier meant they could slap him on the ass.
“Here we go, Comp Sci.” Although the clearance for this hangar was 60-feet, Magnus ducked out of habit as he entered. A habit ingrained in him from a lifetime of not fitting in with normal sized men.
Janitorial staff had already cleaned up his copious load from earlier, though it looked like Pascal hadn’t put the paddle away yet...just the sight of it made Magnus’ rump tingle. He might have enjoyed the punishment more than he’d like to admit.
“Young Magnus!” Professor Pascal sat up from his desk at the end of the hangar and confidently walked towards the Nordic bull. Despite being a 25-foot-tall redhead who barely fit in a kilt, Pascal exuded an effortless gravitas and sophistication that only came with age.
Magnus shook his head, clearing his eyes. Was that right? Pascal was a redhead?
He thought back to earlier...being punished for being late...Pascal was a few feet taller than him and had no problem delivering a steady barrage of paddling. The professor was big for a redhead, but an obvious choice to teach the redhead class due to his size and empathy for his needy celtic students.
“I guess I hadn’t noticed it before,” thought Magnus as he bowed his head slightly to the professor.
“H-hello, professor.” Magnus’ stuttered. He had the size of a redhead, but lacked the bravado and confidence of those natural born alphas. “T-Thank you again for allowing me to take my Master’s punishment.”
Professor Pascal’s cock stirred visibly at the mention of Master Dan. “Yes...of course. A good pup would sacrifice himself for his Master.” Pascal looked off longingly, as if he was thinking of sacrifices he wanted to make for Master Dan. Magnus knew this look all too well...every redhead who met his Master fell hard and fast for him.
“Ahem…” Magnus cleared his throat, getting Pascal back to attention. “Master Dan has ordered me to fetch his device.”
Pascal blinked and motioned back at his desk. “Oh. Right. Its just on my desk, please help yourself. I have to see where my TA Gabe went off to, so I can’t return it myself.” Pascal paused, formulating his words. “I regret that school policy, especially applied to Master Dan.”
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Pascal waddled out of the hangar, leaving Magnus to fetch Dan’s device: an old terminal style computer.
“Wait. That doesn’t seem right.” Magnus squinted at the beige device sitting atop Pascal’s desk...it was creepy; felt like it was looking right back at him, studying him. “I’m pretty sure this is Master’s, but something seems off…” He shrugged the feeling off, but just as Magnus lifted the terminal, words flashed on screen.
"SCANNING NEW USER" The screen wrote out suddenly startling Magnus and making him fall back, but instead of crashing to the floor, the terminal held firmly in place like the laws of physics didn’t apply to it. Then, as if to flaunt its’ disregard for natural laws, Magnus watched as the terminal continued in an infinite stream of possible terminals.
Magnus was standing over the desk as if he had never fallen back. Only now, the terminal had never been anything more than an origami paper fortune teller. Magnus recognized it immediately...he used to make these “cootie catchers” in grade school, highschool, and even in college. He could ask a question or even make a wish, then receive a response from the paper craft device simply by manipulating it with his hands.
He looked around, noting that he was alone before asking his first question.
“Does Master Dan miss me?” Magnus fidgeted with the paper cootie catcher before opening one of the flaps.
>>> YES
Delighted, Magnus reset the flap and asked another question. “Will I ever earn Master’s Brand?”
>>> YES
Magnus let out a squeal of delight...earning Master’s brand was the highest recognition for a slave. Although he knew this thing was likely filled with just yes/no responses, Magnus went ahead and went a little deeper: “What can I do to earn Master’s Brand?”
>>> DAN’S DOMINANCE IS AN EXPRESSION OF HIS FEAR OF ABANDONMENT AS A RESULT OF LOSING HIS PARENTAL FIGURES AND SEVERAL CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. YOU WILL EARN DAN’S BRAND BY SHOWING YOUR UNFALTERING LOVE AND LOYALTY OVER TIME.
Startled by the sudden revelation, the cootie catcher fell to the floor. What had he just read?! That was the same flap that had previously said “YES.” Was Master Dan’s cootie catcher...magic?
Magnus swept the origami device up and asked another question. “Can you grant wishes?”
His hands trembled before opening the tab.
>>> YES, BUT ONLY YOU ARE AWARE OF YOUR CHANGES TO REALITY.
A magical reality altering cootie catcher? Magnus’ mind reeled. What would he change first?