Dan winked at Magnus, "I'll see you later, big guy," rubbing the blond bull's muscle gut goodbye as he followed Patrick into the gym.
“Hold up, Patrick,” Dan stopped, adjusting his hard-on. He hadn’t gotten off all day, and trailing his hulking boyfriend Patrick was only making
it worse.
“Yes, Master?” Patrick barked, turning quickly to face Dan. If he wasn’t hard before, his cock was throbbing at attention now. Getting ordered
around by his Master made Patrick’s heart swell.
Dan grinned up at his lover. Patrick’s red-furred body glistened with sweat in the sun, his four-foot cock pressing hard into his gut, dribbling
fat globs of pre. After a weekend with Patrick and his brother, Dan was getting used to the redhead horniness cycle. Patrick’s balls--already
bigger than basketballs--churned slightly, filling up quickly, inching larger as his body produced more cum.
“Looks like my big bull needs to get off,” Dan leaned in, licking a glob of pre from Patrick’s cock. His entire body spasmed with pleasure.
“Mmmff--y-yes, Master, please!” The dull, erotic ache in Patrick’s balls had grown into an overwhelming sexual pain, growing stronger each
second.
Dan was so turned on by this...his power over this bull of a man. He rubbed his package, grinning, “You may only cum when I give the order.
Understood?” Patrick winced, whimpering with a quick nod yes. “Good,” continued Dan, “Let’s see how long you can last.” Dan kissed
Patrick’s cock, and tugged on his PA, leading him into the gym.
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Dan was speechless. With the rarity of redheads in his world, he was expecting five, maybe ten gingers in a small weight room. Instead, there
were probably a hundred massive red heads--each one bigger than Patrick--working out in what could’ve been an airplane hanger.
Patrick fell to his hands and knees, whimpering with pained grunts of ecstasy. Any higher-thinking was completely drowned out by his
growing horniness, his actions becoming more submissive and dog like as he followed Dan.
Dan remembered his lustful programming a few days earlier, when he had ordered the Chronovac to make all redheads *at least* as big as
Patrick. He figured a few extra inches here and there...but these beasts were all at least a foot taller than his 9-foot-tall boyfriend. Not to
mention more fur, muscle, gut...and cock. As Dan walked through the hanger, every redhead stopped their workout and turned to watch him,
each one going rock hard at a glance of Dan.
His “effect” was potent here. Dan could *feel* the stares, the lust, the growing desire from everyone in the hanger. The attention (not to
mention his horniness) was beginning to cloud his judgement.
“Alright, big guys,” Dan jumped on top of Patrick’s shoulders, commanding him to lift Dan up into the air, “If you don’t already know me
through Patrick, my name is Dan.” From the higher vantage point, Dan could see a few of the smaller redheads already had chains or locks
around their necks...they were still working out, seemingly immune to his charm. “Which of you is the biggest guy on campus?” Dan asked out
loud.
“That would be me, Sir.” A thundering voice came from behind Dan, and when Patrick turned Dan was face-to-face with the biggest powerlifter
he had ever seen. With him on top of Patrick...this guy had to be over 16-feet tall! His face was large, broad, with a thick bull ring through his
nose. Through his long, messy red hair were kind blue eyes that made Dan melt.
“What’s your name, big guy?” Dan smiled. Turning up his charm.
“Clayton, Sir.” Dan’s heart skipped...Clayton’s voice was so deep and powerful, it made Patrick sound like a whimpering pup! Dan looked down
at Clayton’s massive body. His furry red chest had so much muscle packed into it his chin was stuck nestled between his pecs. His chest
rounded out into a muscle gut that stood several feet from Clayton’s body. Dan doubted the guy could ever wrap his arms around it.
“Come closer, Clayton.” Dan commanded, firmly, watching his orders hit Clayton, controlling him. Patrick’s face was buried in Clayton’s
expansive chest, their guts pressed hard together. Dan reached over and wrapped his arms around Clayton’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
Clayton’s tongue was powerful, yet timid...untrained, but he was amazing to kiss. Dan pulled back, breathing in Clayton’s musk, watching
Clayton fall deep under his spell.
“I...I love you, S-Sir,” Clayton stammered, “T-thank you for finding me...oh gosh, please, please take me as yours?” Dan grinned, dismounting
from his whimpering Patrick, who’s cock was smearing thick globs of pre into...
...Dan gasped. Staggering back.
“M-master? Please, what’s wrong?” Clayton stepped past Patrick towards Dan, the ground shaking as he shifted his weight. His cock swaying
like a fallen redwood. “Did I...” Clayton stammered, tearing up, worried for the worst, “...upset you?”
“No, Clayton,” Dan smiled up to the 16-foot beast, his cock as big as Dan’s entire body. “I’m just...amazing at your...” He paused, wondering
if he should straddle this massive cock now or at home later “...your *size*. You’re huge! And I love it” Dan exclaimed, making Clayton blush
hard. “And I want you bigger, Clay...” He whispered... “But, first,” Dan turned to Patrick, who was rocking on the ground, caressing his balls.
They were still growing, and Dan was worried they’d burst. “I order you to service Patrick.” Dan snapped, and with surprising speed, Clayton
rushed down to Patrick, hefting him into a bearhug and taking his cock in his waiting maw.