Dan presented the design he had created to the Barry the tattoo artist. It was
simple but visually striking design – a shield of six inches in diameter
bearing the words “Property of Master Dan” and the head of a longhorn. Like all
of Dan’s submissives would wear his collar for the rest of their lives, so too
would they be branded.
“Marcus, Patrick, Angus. This is the tattoo that Barry
here is going to tattoo onto your lower backs. Upon receiving your mark, you
will be fully my property forever. Consider
this to be the final step of your initiation to being my submissives, you will
be born again, leaving the rest of you behind. You won’t be going home to
collect your things, you won’t be announcing your departure. Your entire life
will be dedicating to service me. I will become your world.”
He looked at his pups, each of them totally
horned up, their respective clothes becoming wet with precum. They looked too
eager to please, Dan could have done anything to them right now and they would
have smiled gleefully and thanked him and asked for more. “Consider this your
final opportunity to leave. Don’t get me wrong I would be extraordinarily disappointed
if you chose to go, but I could understand why. It is a massive commitment, not
any submissive could do it” said Dan.
The idea of doing anything that would disappoint their
Master in any way shook the three pups in a way which was so profound and so
sudden that the three had tears welling up in their eyes. They hadn’t even done
anything wrong – Dan had only just suggested the possibility of disappointing him.
Dan was moved by the outpouring of emotion, at that moment he felt a
great sense of honour, responsibility and duty over his pups.
The thought of going back to who they were seemed
inconceivable. The idea of doing any life other than the one their Master had
selected out for them was unfathomable. These pups needed their Master. They
needed their Master’s mark on them as soon as they possibly could.
Despite the fact they were all dressed (in respectively skimpy outfits) they all suddenly got a sense
of just how naked they were. The only way to correct this exposure was to get
Master’s mark on them immediately.
“Excellent. I’m so glad you feel the way you do. You
are all very welcome to be part of my family. You should all be very proud.”
With that his pups had a complete turnaround in
their feeling, their eyes lighting up, their faces blushing and their cocks
shifting about slightly.
Dan gestured for his pup’s to lean forward. He
moved up to each of pups and gave them all a long and passionate kiss. Dan explored
all their mouths, getting to understand their kissing styles, the feelings of
their lips, the flavour of their saliva. Dan found this the sensation
overwhelming, their tastes addictive. As Dan kissed each of his gingers their
cocks rose to their full length. This didn't pose an issue for Patrick – he was wearing his
kilt, not so much for Angus’, his jock strap was catapulting across the room with dangerous velocity. Marcus’
erection caused his cock to burst through his wrestling suit. Their red and throbbing
cocks oozing precum immensely.
Dan could have easily made his pups erect just with
an approving smile and a light touch, so sensitive they were their Master’s
advances. As he kissed each one their breath deepened and they moaned with pleasure, their minds in
complete sensory overload. Dan took each of them to the just before their threshold
and would then whisper into each of their ears “Don’t Cum. Not yet”.
With that utterance, he would gesture for each of pups to
turn their heads to the side. Dan bit down on their necks savouring the
saltiness of their sweat and the musk arising from their sexual ecstasy.
He sucked on their necks hard leaving richly deep purple marks.
Dan felt deeply proud of the less permanent brands he
had left on his property. They were to get their permanent marks all too soon.
Patrick and Marcus grimaced hard, focussing on
everything they had on fulfilling their Master’s order. They successfully denied
every natural feeling that was inside them, just as they had been taught to by their family.
Their faces were red and flushed afterwards.
Angus however was not so disciplined. This was the
most intense sensation he had ever known. It was also first time his Master had
granted him pleasure such as this before. It was all too much for him, Angus
scrunched his face unable to prevent what he knew was about to come next. He
moaned loudly as he ejaculated sending gallon after gallon of his own cum
across the room, across the floor and splattering onto Barry the tattoo artist. After eight
powerful bursts cum continued to dribble out from the tip of his cock for another
few minutes, returning to his regular enormous flaccid state, his balls
refilling again for another load.
Angus had such a look of disappointment upon his
face. “I’m so sorry Master, I violated a direct order. I’m so sorry Master. I’m
so sorry. I tried my best and I’ve failed you”.
He dropped down to his knees before his Master, his khakis completely soaked
in his own mess, his cock and balls colliding with the ground with a wet
*plop*. Angus had tears pouring down his cheeks, he was sniffiling and had
mucus drooling down his nostrils. Angus attempted to hold back the wailing without
and success. He was truly a picture of anguish, a fallen giant.
He wrapped his tightly arms around his Master. He
was unintentionally crushed his Master. He held his head against his Master’s
chest, his shirt becoming soaked through with the young bull’s tears. “Please
don’t leave me. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I love you. I need you. Please don’t
abandon me. Please don’t stop being my Master, I beg of you!” he cried between
wails.
Honestly, for Dan it had been one of the most erotic
experiences he had experienced in his life. Angus was such a fusion of
innocence, strength and sexual power. He wouldn’t allow his pup to know his real feelings though,
instead he held his pup closer to him, running his hands through his thick red mane.
“It’s okay. It’s okay – he reassured. “I know you
didn’t mean to do it. You’re still my pup. Nothing is going stop that. Do you
trust me to do what’s best for you as your Master?”
Angus nodded still holding his head against Dan’s
chest, his grip around Dan softening. His wailing stopped but he continued sniffling.
“As your Master it is my job to teach you. I have an idea. If you’re willing to
learn I can help you.” Reassured Dan “Now compose yourself and stand at
attention with your brothers” he continued.
He let go of Dan and picked himself up and stood
with Marcus and Patrick. Angus was a mess of tears and his own semen.
“Ahem!” coughed Barry to attract Dan’s attention.