Dan looked around the studio and fully took in the
mess Angus had made. He noticed all the walls had been
covered with plastic tarp, Barry himself was wearing a
raincoat, goggles and rainboots.
“Sorry about the mess.” Sheepishly said Dan.
“Oh don’t worry about. This is standard procedure
for gingers. You know how they can get." Dan knew all about it "Now if you don’t mind I’m being paid by
the hour.”.
“Oh yes!” Dan uttered. “Patrick. You’re first.
Take off your kilt and do as Barry says, you will refer to him as ‘Sir’”.
With a single quick motion the kilt came off.
The tattooists table was especially reinforced
for heavy weights. Unlike other tables this one had hole it at hip height. The padded
table was situated above a drain.
“Okay Patrick, please lay face down and put your
cock and balls through the hole and lay as still as you can” Instructed Barry.
“Yes Sir”. Patrick did just that. The table
groaned as Patrick did his best to lay flat on his ample belly. His cock and
balls hung down touching the floor next.”
Barry readied his tools, transferred the pattern
onto his small of Patrick’s back and began work.
It suddenly became apparent why the hole was put
into the table. Patrick moaned in pleasure and his cock stiffened rigid and
hard, a mild scraping sound being made as his wristband sized prince Albert
piercing pushed itself along the ground. The piercing gun continued to work as
Patrick’s cock drooled cum at a steady flow, the slight angle of the floor
making it pour into the drain below.
Dan was always a little perplexed about ginger’s
sense of pleasure. He knew they liked to be handled rough, he also knew that they
found pleasure in things some people would find painful. This however seemed to be
on another scale completely.
Little did Daniel know that Patrick hardly felt
the needle gun at all, instead he was awash with his own sea of feelings.
Taking on his Masters brand was going to be the most defining moment in his
life. He loved what he was becoming. He loved being his Master’s property.
In his mind he was in ecstasy over the supreme love that he had only come
to know through service to his Master and with his brothers. The joy of this
feeling had consumed Patrick, sending him plummeting further and further into
his submissive space. Patrick had become incapable of higher thought - he could
barely even process his feelings and sensations.
Dan reached out and held onto Patrick’s meaty hand. Patrick squeezed back, he turned his head around.
Patrick’s face was wet, his deep blue eyes crying tears of gratitude towards his Master. The best Patrick
could muster up in response to his Master was simply “Thank-You” which he uttered, Dan having to read it from
his lips. Dan could understand how much it meant to Patrick.
Dan mostly held onto Patrick’s hand in silence as Barry finished his work. Marcus and Angus had found a place
on the floor where they layed down and spooned with each other.
After an hour and a half Barry was done. It took a few minutes to Patrick to collect himself. He pulled
himself from the table and swaggered over to an adjacent mirror. Looking at the black shield tattooed onto the
pale real estate on his lower back, the typography was bold and legible.
It would be incredibly obvious if he were to be without a shirt, or even bend over. His transition into his
Master’s family was complete.
Patrick was emotionally exhausted. He turned around and dropped on his knees before his Master, looked at him
and said with the widest smile, his face completely red he was blushing so hard. “Master – My life is now
yours. I don’t... I don’t have the words to describe how I’m feeling right now”.
“That’s okay. Don’t say anything at all. But I need you to take responsibility over Angus for a while.”