“Here it is, first period,” Dan looked up at his paper, furrowing his brow with disappointment, “English? Ugh...” Taped to the door was a notice
that his class had been canceled and that students should pick up required reading, signed the teacher. Next class wasn’t for two more hours.
“D-Dan?” the cub looked up, a thick round nipple inches above his face, “You’re here for English?” Dan stepped back, taking in the muscular
brute. It was Magnus, from the Alpha Bear competition...even with clothes on (if you could call the tank top riding up over his chest and
compression shorts clothes) he was easy to recognize with his exotic platinum-blond fur and massive proportions.
“Yup...except it’s canceled today.” Dan crossed his arms, “next class isn’t for two hours...you want to hang out?” Magnus’ skin went red, his
crush wanted to hang out with him...
“I-I...gosh,” with a grunt and considerable effort, Magnus reached down to adjust his growing hardon, “Yes, sure! I can show you the campus. I
didn’t see you at orientation, rumor is that you claimed Patrick and his twin brother Marcus? I can easily dye my hair...if that's what you want.”
the Nordic bull caught himself, worried he might’ve overstepped the conversation.
Dan laughed, motioning Magnus to follow him, “Heh, it just sort of happened. You know how redheaded guys are. And please don’t dye your
hair...you’re plenty handsome as-is.” He said with a wink, causing Magnus to stumble behind him.
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Magnus spent the next half hour distracting himself from Dan by touring the campus. Some parts Dan was already familiar with--dorms,
campus pool and social area--and others that surprised him.
“You mean half the campus is Physical Education?” Dan gawked at the various arenas dedicated to strongman, powerlifting, rugby and
bodybuilding. Magnus paused, wondering if Dan was being facetious...
A pack of hulking muscle bears lumbered past Dan and Magnus, clad in skimpy workout shorts that barely contained them. “Bodybuilding
majors,” Magnus whispered, “You can tell by the smallness of their gut.” Dan gulped, his cock straining against the material of his cargo
shorts.
“Yo! Magnus!” Patrick sauntered shirtless towards the two, his oversized padlock clinking with each step. “And Master.” Patrick nodded at
Dan. Just as he had specified in the Chronovac, Patrick (like all redheads) was overtly alpha and dominant outside the bedroom, exuding
masculinity in public. Dan was glad that there was a balance to Patrick’s otherwise piggy submissive love life. “Now that you’ve shown my
Master the main gym arenas,” Patrick clapped his meaty hands to dust off excess lifting chalk, “I think he should see where the big boys
workout.”
Dan made eye contact with Patrick, watching his effect manifest itself as the red giant’s cock twitched and started swelling. “The big boys?”
Patrick grunted, trying to focus...but the longer he spent around Dan the easier it was for him to fall into sub-space “Y-yes.” He stuttered,
“Master, as red heads we are genetically able to lift much more weight and have greater stamina, so we train and compete in different circuits.”
Dan wondered if this was a mistake. A gym filled with over sexual powerlifters? Patrick and Marcus were a handful aplenty for Dan...maybe he
should just finish his tour with Magnus.