Dan left Patrick with Angus at the tattoo parlour. It was his first time Patrick was to act as Angus’ Alpha.
In the meantime he was going out with Marcus to collect an item to assist in Angus training.
What had just happened in the tattoo parlour was such a heady experience, part of him needed to just step out
into the fresh air.
Just an hour and a half ago he had penalised Angus for being out of control and not having dicipline, but Dan
he was feeling the same. One of the advantages of being the Master is that you can take what you want whenever
you want it. Dan had an alternative motivation for bringing Marcus with him. Patrick and Angus needed to focus
on their responsibilities.
In the meantime, Dan had been completely horned up and he desperately needed an outlet. Even looking at Marcus
in his skin tight wrestling suit with the crotch blown out from the kissing incident earlier was enough make
Dan feel hyper possessive and send him into his dom space.
Dan looked around the corner of a building and down an alleyway. He instructed Marcus to follow him around the
back of a building, obscured from view.
Marcus followed obediently, not even questioning to himself why his Master would take him to such a place.
Dan was in no mood to negotiate or to exchange pleasantries. He was here for business.
“Marcus, get onto your knees and suck my nipples!”
Dan took off his shirt revealing his own thick, furry pecs. Dan noticed the expression on Marcus’ face as he
knelt down. It was one of sheer determination and focus, almost as though it had been his purpose in life in
life to be down there on his knees and servicing his. That his business was his Master’s pleasure and it was a
responsibility that he took extraordinarily personally, that his personal worth was directly related to his
performance.
Marcus’ mouth connected with his Master’s nipple. He started to caress it slowly by circling it with the
outside of his tongue, teasing his Master with what was to come. Dan felt the coarseness of his pup’s beard on
his chest. With no hesitation, he stated to build up the pressure and the intensity of his sucking. Marcus
lifted his hand to his Master’s other nipple, starting to tweak it between his forefinger and thumb.
Marcus was an expert at his craft, he fed off of his Master’s signals and intensified his efforts. He built up
his Master to almost the peak of ecstasy, then backed off a little, slowing things down. Angus would then
redouble his efforts devouring his Master’s nipples and take his Master another inch towards his peak and then
back away slightly once more.
Dan looked down at his tenacious pup, his neck (if you could even say that he had one) was covered in black
and blue marks. Dan couldn’t help himself, he needed to mark his pup as much as he could. Dan bit down on his
pup’s neck and added to his collection. Marcus breathed heavily and moaned with the sensations. His pup
whispered into his Master’s neck when he was done “thank-you Master... I... I need you”. Marcus emanated a
heady fragrance of his own submission.
Angus’ words and smell put Dan over the edge. He looked down at his submissive on his knees, his dick red and
painfully erect, jutting out of the hole in his wrestling suit. Marcus was unlike Patrick and Angus – he had
an iron will of discipline. For Marcus, his Masters pleasure is his only pleasure, the thing that sustains
him. He could stay this way for hours if he must. One day Dan might just test it, but in the meantime his cock
was aching for attention. It pressed itself hard against his own sternum at a modest twelve inches – his
precum sticking his chest hair together.
“Suck it!” Dan commanded.
Marcus hungered for it. His eyes flickering with delight. He took a deep breath in and held it by it base,
guiding it into his mouth and down his throat. Macus took the whole 12 inches effortlessly. No gag reflex!
Waves of pleasure overtook Dan. As Marcus pushed his head closer into Dan to try and take in as much as he
could, Dan responded by pushing his hips harder and faster into Marcus’ accommodating mouth.
That wasn’t enough for Marcus, there was more he could do. He raised his beefy hands to Dan’s chest and
gripped each of his nipples between his thumb and forefingers, starting off gentler. As he whipped his Master
up into a flurry of pleasure he tugged on them harder and more intensely. Marcus removed his Master’s cock
from his mouth and shoved his face up to his Master’s balls. He rubbed his beard across his plump orbs and
then took them into his mouth whole. Damn he could open his mouth wide! Dan gasped, being given the gift of
pure sensation from his dutiful pup.
Dan resumed his rightful place sucking the entirety of his Master’s cock. To Marcus, Master’s cock is a totem
to be worshiped, a focal point for all of his desires, his dreams, his life.
Dan’s balls tightened up as Marcus’ drove Dan over the edge, fireworks exploding within him as Dan’s rigid
cock spurted wave after wave of thick, milky cum down Marcus’ throat. Marcus removed the cock from his mouth
as it continued to spurt, getting caught in his beard.
It took minutes for Dan to stop seeing stars and to recapture his breath. He’s never had a blowjob like that
before in his life. Dan looked at his pup, cum still dripping from his beard looking perfectly contented with
himself and with his life. He remained on his knees awaiting for his next orders.
“Get up pup, we’ve got something to get for your brother Angus”.
~ ~ ~
Dan heard a cry of pain coming from the tattoo parlour. It was Angus!
Dan and Marcus raced in as quickly as they could. Dan was suddenly struck with the heady smell of ginger pain-
sweat.
He found Angus on his back. Patrick was standing over him holding his hand. A smile spread across Angus’s face
and his face flushed upon recognition from his Master. Hanging from his nose was a new stainless steel bull
ring, which glistened under the fluorescent lights of the tattoo parlour. It was 000 gauge and hung down
heavily down on his face, the ball of the ring resting underneath his bottom lip. Dan’s bull pup had a new
bull ring – very fitting of Angus’ name. He noticed that his nipples were now engorged with new rings of
similar thickness and diameter to his septum.
Angus’s cock twitched hanging over the side of the table. That was when Dan noticed the new prince Albert
piercing hanging off the end - the icing on the cake. It must have been the same size as Patrick’s! These
piercings and tattoos must have been excruciating – but it seemed that they had healed already.
Ginger chemistry!
It was now Angus’ turn to be speechless with emotional and physical exhaustion. His eyes were glowing.
“We wanted to surprise you. I knew you loved my piercings Master, so I insisted he get some of his own. What
do you think Master?” probed Patrick in his deep base voice.
“I love them! I’m very proud of both of you”.
Based on their reactions, it was the perfect thing to say to them both. Dan leaned over and kissed Angus on
the forehead.
“Angus, collect yourself and come with me. I have something special for you. Marcus, get on the table. Time
for you to join the family. I think you've earned it.”