The house Marcus was staying in was on the outskirts of small college
down, far enough for them both to walk there on foot. The autumn
evening was mild and pleasant and carried a pleasant breeze as the two
holding hands as they ambled down the road, crushing the occasional
leaf below below their feet.
Patrick looked as though his mind was elsewhere, he seemed physically
uncomfortable and burdened by heavy thoughts. Seeing Patrick like this
upset Dan. He was used to seeing Patrick as a happy-go-lucky person,
or a warrior, or even a polite but well being klutz – but solemn and
uncomfortable was something he didn't like. What would such a perfect
specimen of man like Patrick have to worry about?
“Patrick.” Dan called out. Patrick shrugged, half-acknowledging Dan
“What's up?” Dan asked.
“Huh? Oh. It's a little embarrassing” muttered Patrick in his deep
baratone voice, still a little distant.
Dan stepped in front of Patrick, stopping in his path. Dan needed to
make himself known. He put his hands around Patrick's fiery red
braided beard and pulled on it, bringing Patrick's face inches to his
own. Dan could feel Patrick's hot breath on his cheek. Not only did he
have his face's attention, but his cock too. Dan hasto spread his legs
wider to accommodate it pushing up between his legs, trying its best
to lift him off the ground. “You will tell me what's doing on right
now!”.
There is a reason why I need to see Marcus, and I mean right now. It's
my time...” Muttered Patrick. Dan let go of Patrick's beard, letting
him stand up straight again, his cock softening.
“Your time? Your time for what?”
Patrick looked at Dan a little disbelievingly, but then smiled at Dan
with a warm grin, totally in love with Dan. Dan realised had a lot to
learn about how things worked in this brave new world he had created.
“Can you imagine the worst sense of blue balls in your life?” Patrick
asked. Dan looked down to see Patrick's bull balls – the size of
basket balls swinging pendulously between his knees, his kilt
obscuring nothing. His balls continued to swell larger and larger.
“Now imagine that feeling taking over your whole body, taking over
your whole mind, taking over your whole being. No matter what you do
you can't find any relief, no matter just how hard you try. I mean,
all gingers feel this way to some extent all of the time... but then
there comes a time for every ginger...” he paused “...sometimes it
comes sooner, sometimes it comes later, sometimes it comes gradually
and sometimes it comes all at once. Myself...” He smiled at he looked
down at at Dan, his vision downwards slightly obstructed by his own
pecs. “Myself... I knew it when I saw you”.
“I don't understand? What happened when you saw me?” Dan questions.
Patrick shot Dan with an expression that suggested “Isn't it
obvious?”, Dan replying with a quizzical look.
“Well, every ginger is called to serve, it's our destiny. We've
prepared for it since we were kids and our clans take it very
seriously. Every aspect of our lives is about striving for the
embodiment honour and service. We are to all keep our bodies, our
minds and our wills at our absolute best at all times for the benefit
of out future masters. We need to be ready for any possible challenge
presented to us. There comes a time when a ginger's regular cravings
and horniness becomes superseded with something much deeper and
animalistic craving. It's psychological- it becomes all you can think
about. It's physical – hormones surging through your body all the
time, making you constantly horny, changing your body – it's like
going through puberty a second time, if you can believe it.”
Dan took a moment to imagine what that would be like, his modest 12
inch boner tenting in his pants. Imagining the possibility of Patrick
getting more hairy, more well endowed, more muscular than he is now.
Now that Dan paid closer attention, he did notice Patrick's clothes
were starting to tear, tufts of Patrick's beast like body crimson hair
poking out – Patrick's pierced cock hanging heavily down half way down
his calf.
“That's every gingers cue to try to find a master. Someone to collar
him. Someone to enslave him and to own him forever.” Patrick
continued. “The longer this feeling isn't satisfied, the worse the
effects get. Eventually it gets to a point where it becomes physically
painful every moment he has no one to serve... And at the moment I
ache.”. He gestured down to his balls that were growing heavy and
tender as they became engorged further and further with his seed.
“Can't you just come?” Dan asked.
Patrick shook his head, grimacing. “I mean I can, but there is no
relief. My balls just keep filling up faster and faster.”
A moment of consideration passed over Dan. “Wait. Why are we going to
Marcus' house to pick up a book?” Dan questioned.
“It's not just any uni book. It's my clan's Domesday book, handed down
for over a hundred generations. It's very special. It has a record of
every member of my clan and who they had the honour of becoming the
property of. I need it for a binding rite”. Patrick grimaced with
discomfort. “And soon!”
Dan smiled a devilish grin as he gripped his hand around Patrick's
bracelet sized prince albert ring, leading Patrick down the street
towards Marcus.