Dan looked at his three ginger pups, lined up and at attention. Dan was swimming in his own
really life fantasy. He knew he was going to have to get a larger bed to
accommodate all three of them. Despite this, something troubled him at the back
of his mind . They all bore his locks, that was obvious. The shining, thick
metal hanging heavily around their necks.
He inspected his submissive further from left to right. They all towered over Dan:
Patrick, the first of his submissives. He had richly deep blue eyes surrounded by blonde
eyelashes. Since the competition his red hair had grown down to his waist,
which he had tied back into a ponytail. His beard, a ferocious shade of red
growing down to his belly button had been platted neatly. He wore his usual kilt,
doing nothing to hide his immense pierced meat. Of the three, Patrick was
the most solidly built, with a firm and perfectly round belly which protruded
several feet infront of him – 12 feet in circumference at last measurement.
Above his massive belly rested to solid pierced orbs that were his pecs. His
massive weight giving him a swagger in his walk. Personality wise Patrick was
probably the most easygoing and agreeable, he could sometimes be clumsy but he
was always well intentioned. He earned a quiet respect from his peers.
Marcus, the second of his submissives, was undeniably Patrick’s brother. He had a
different facial structure, but was otherwise carbon copy of his brother’s
body. Personality wise he was more aggressive and sharp than his brother,
commanding a more direct respect. All the bravado that he used to carry around
with him had transformed into sheer determination to carry out his orders. If
Patrick were like a guide dog- patient and helpful, Marcus was like guard dog -
ferociously loyal and bull-headed. Presently he was wearing a skin tight black
wrestling suit, accentuating every one of his ample curves. His belly protruded
roundly outwards, the cut of the suit accentuating the valley between his furry
pecs and the shelf of his large muscular arse. The coup de gras was how his
massive cock and balls struggled to be contained in the suit. It looked like a
python had been stuffed down the legs of his pants.
The last and newest of his new family was Angus. Dan had discovered he had been a recent
transfer to this city, spending most of his life in a smaller country town
where there weren't many other red-heads, few people to teach him first hand
about what his life had in store for him as a ginger in this world. Unlike
Marcus and Patrick who had come from proud kin-groups of gingers. Angus’s
genetic heritage was recessive. His dads had tried to shelter him as best they
could, fearing a man as handsome, as loving and as caring as he could easily
and hopelessly fall for the wrong Master.
After school he would tell his dads he was going to the library to study, which was true,
but instead of learning English he would sit himself down in the small
“Ginger-Interest” and read anything remotely relevant to him. He would absorb
all the handbooks on service, the fiction featuring Masters, anthropological
articles of the all ginger clans of Scotland, Iceland and Norway scientific
journals detailing the physical and chemical changes occurring when a ginger
finds his true Master. When his teenage years he maintained a regular
build to his peers. He was seldom bullied in high school, but rarely bonded
with other people out of sheer disinterest. He would prefer to read his books
and write his fantasies and go to the gym alone. As his ginger genes activated
Angus continued growing larger and larger, stronger and stronger, his cravings
to serve screaming for urgency. He would constantly eat and outgrow his
clothes. He would He would compare himself to the gingers in the books
and magazines finding that not only was he taller but also much more muscular
than the norm.
Angus stood straight up between Marcus and Patrick. While not having as large a belly as
either of them, he was a clear head taller with the both of them. His massive
thighs fit like a wetsuit on his skimpy cargo shorts. His zipper undone and the
contents of his jockstrap pouring out, this was not a fashion statement. These
were the loosest pants he owned, he was one of the largest gingers on campus
and he was still growing! The only other thing Angus wore were sneakers and suspenders
that only emphasised the immensity of his chest and shoulders.
Dan admired his three gingers, all massive, all incredibly loyal and all his. The longer he kept them standing
there the fuller and larger their balls got, that fact was visually noticeable. Dan could smell the sweaty
musk coming out of their pores, each of his three submissives had their own variation but they all carried the
natural fragrance of taken ginger.
Having such power and control was such a head rush for Dan. The more Dan craved and the more he took the more
these gingers wanted to give. It was intoxicating unlike anything he had experienced before.
This was the first time Dan had all of his gingers together, something didn’t seem quite
right. Each of his gingers had different clothes, they wore their hair and
beards differently. These were the hand-me-downs from their former selves. If
they were to be his pups they needed to abandon everything from their own lives
and give them over to the infinite benevolence of their New Master. If they
were to be Dan’s property they needed to look the part – all the time. People
needed to know they were his property of Master at any time during the day or
night, for every day for the rest of their lives. Dan wanted to send a clear
message. He needed to brand his bulls.
They needed it.
~ ~ ~
Patrick stood before his Master, lined up with his brothers in service.
Patrick had been recently entrusted with the responsibility of being Angus’s alpha. It
wasn’t all that long ago that Patrick was living all the time as an Alpha, the
bear that every man on campus wanted to have, every man on campus wanted to be.
All that seemed different now, as though Patrick were getting flashes of
memories that belonged to someone else. In a way that was true, when Patrick
saw Dan his life was forever changed, he knew that he had found the one for
whom he would serve for the rest of his life, his fate sealed when the padlock
went around his neck. It was the best thing that ever happened to Patrick.
How long had it actually been since had become his Master’s submissive? Patrick wondered. Since
being collared time wasn’t divided into seconds, minutes, hours or days. Time
had been divided into when he was with his Master and times when his Master was
away. The times he was with his Master seemed euphoric, no matter how long it
was it was never enough, the time his Master being away seemed unbearable, a
feeling his own existence and sense of self becoming undone in the absence of
his Master.
Patrick thought about those days being the Alpha bear on campus, being president of
powerlifting club, the captain of the debating team, shooting down his
opponents with his sharp mind and fierce intelligence. These days Patrick could
barely hold a thought that didn’t have something to do with serving his Master,
nor could Patrick maintain a conversation with others for too long with others
without growing frustrated. Patrick soon shrunk away his old world, only
speaking when spoken to, everything but his Master and his interests fading
into a soft focus.
The parts of Patrick that were an Alpha were long, long gone, completely surrendered to his
Master. His place in life was as a pure-Beta and there was no go going back.
Yet somehow Patrick was to act as the Angus’s Alpha, it was his duty, it
was a direct order. If he were guide Angus, it would be the only way he
knew how – with love. Patrick would guide Angus to understand what it means to
truly know the joy in his Master’s service.
Since adorning his Master’s collar Patrick emotions like jealousy, or spite, or anger, or
resentment had disappeared from the breadth Patrick’s emotional spectrum. These
were feeling were not capable of feeling. All Patrick understood now was
loyalty, love, commitment, the elation of making his Master happy and
lasting fear of doing anything to displease him.
Patrick’s thoughts flickered to Angus. While Angus was surprised his Master would take another submissive so
quickly, there was no denying why Master had selected him. Patrick only had
eyes for his Master, but could also recognise qualities in Angus that had
endeared him with to his Master. From their first meeting, Patrick could tell
that Angus was a man with a kind heart and a gentle soul, this was accompanied
by the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. He had a puppy dog manner
about him, standing in great contrast to the physical immensity of his size.
It would be a pleasure to serve alongside him.