Dan shaped up on Angus, standing before him.
“Clothes!” Dan ordered.
Getting the message, Angus took off suspenders, kicked his shoes off and got out of his tight stained khakis.
He was about to toss them to one side when Dan interrupted him.
“Tear them”. he ordered Angus.
Angus wasn’t too sure what he heard.
“Come again, Master? I don’t think I understand.”
“Your pants. Tear them. Now.” he reiterated.
With that he held onto his pants with hand on each leg, effortlessly he tore the pants along the crotch
seam, the pants coming in two.
“As my live in submissive, you will never need pants. Never.”
Dan presented a monumentally huge, decorated lock from out of his backpack.
“On your knees, Angus. At attention!” commanded Dan.
Without any thought Angus fell to his knees, His back stiff and rigid, his head upright, his arms behind is
back. His low-hanging balls which would otherwise swing around as he walked
resting on, the ground the last foot of his cock snaking out infront of
him along the ground. Angus waited with open ears at what his Master would say
next. Even on his knees, Dan was looking at Angus at eye level.
“I own you, you are completely mine. Forever. This lock is unlocked by the same key that belongs to the lock I
have adorned around your neck. Let this always serve as a reminder of my power
and control over aspect every part of yourself: your mind, your body, your
soul, your identity – anything that was once yours is mine . What used to be
you is gone forever. Something much better has taken its place”
Droplets of tears were dripping from Angus’s eyes. These words sounded so beautiful to Angus, words that spoke
to the very core of him, words that he had always wanted, always needed to hear
but he hadn’t known until that very moment. Angus had been so moved that his
cock rose instantly to attention, precum slowly bubbling out the end and
pooling along the ground.
Dan looked down at his newest pup. He was so eager to please, so excitable. There was innocence to Angus
which Dan found instantly endearing. All of this was new to him and he had a
lot to take in at once. Unlike Patrick and Magnus, who were born into a
clan of gingers who embody the highest pedigree of servitude, all this was
unfamiliar to Angus. His limited knowledge of service gained only the romance
books he's read. What Angus lacked in experience he made up for sheer enthusiasm.
Dan loved it but be he’s too green – Dan thought.
“Angus, you are a journey of becoming. As your Master I am very proud of your enthusiasm, but you have a lot
of to learn, before you ascend to be my perfect pup. I have a few questions to ask.”
Dan shifted the big lock from hand to hand. “Do you want to be my perfect pup?” Dan asked the vulnerable
goliath before him.
“More than anything in the world, Master!”. Angus barked back at Dan, an urgency and sincerity dripping
from his every word.
“Do I have your absolute loyalty?” further pressed Dan.
“Absolute is not strong enough a word. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my Master.”
Dan moved closer to Angus and looked directly into his eyes. They were big, green and still wet with tears.
“Do you understand that loyalty means doing things that will be uncomfortable, doing things you don’t like,
and even then thanking your Master for every order that you get and wishing for more?”
“One hundred percent, Master!” Angus responded, feeling a little uneasy about where Dan was taking his line of
questioning. He did his best to try to conceal his feelings desperate to prove he was worthy of the
prestigious honour he had been given.
“Good” Dan merely said as he momentarily put down the lock and reached into his back pack and lifted out a
shiny cock cage he had especially ordered to be made up for Angus. Dan was
quite proud of it, most cages in this world were made of cheap aluminium – more
than enough for a regular person but not for a ginger as young, virile and
recently collared like Angus. This special one was made of cast iron – so
strong not even the most powerful ginger erections could not bend it out of
shape. It was made to Angus’ exact specifications (with measurements provided
by the Chronovac.). Welded onto the front of the cage was a plate engraved with
the same “Property of Master Dan” shield as Angus bared on his rump. From
either front or behind there was now no mistaking who this pup belonged to.
Angus looked upon the cock cage
before with fearful eyes unlike any Dan had ever seen. It pained Dan to do
this, but as his Master he knew it was what was best to do for the latest
addition to his growing family. Dan knew that true satisfaction would come by
carefully moulding him, not with the Chronovac, but with his own command.
“Angus, please know what I am
about to do I am doing because I love you... but you need to learn discipline
and self control. You need it”
Dan dropped the cock cage before Angus.
“Now stand up and put it on.” Demanded Dan.
Angus stood up and lifted the cock cage, the first piece of the cock cage, a hinged doughnut, wrapped around
his enormous cock and balls, the cast iron of the cage was thick and heavy.
Angus felt the weight pull down on his crotch, but it was the second piece, a
curved cylindrical tube with which Angus was to sheathe his cock with, which
made him really feel the weight. With almost blind fervour, such keenness
to follow his Master’s direct order he took to the monumental task of feeding
foot after foot of his own cock down into the end of the cage. After a great
effort struggle to get it in, relief overcame Angus as the receiving end met
with the base. Dan sealed the cage together with the lock once at the base and again at the end of his device
by feeding the lock to unite his new Prince Albert to the metal bars of the cage.
It would be impossible for Angus to get if off with his own hand.
It was so tight and constraining the effect was not unlike a ham wrapped in twine.
Dan was not done. Not yet.
He reached further into his bag. Pulling out another hinged doughnut,
this one with a smaller diameter to the first but at least four times thicker.
It looked impossibly heavy, or at least in his old life Dan couldn’t have
dreamed about lifting something this heavy. Dan selected it because it weighed
220 pounds, a fitting starting weight. Dan kneeled down and fitted the
massive stretcher above his balls and locked it shut with another lock. It
weighed Angus’s balls down extremely taught and heavily, like a pendulum
dangling three quarters down his massive muscled legs. Angus’s cock struggled
in its cage, the iron frame providing no give. It was an unstoppable object
meeting an immovable force,
A slight tell in Angus’ face told Dan he was uncomfortable with the new weight. However, Angus remained
strong faced and at attention. Dan was proud of his pup for being strong. He
looked at his pup in square in the eyes.
“I know this makes you uncomfortable, but you will learn to crave it, it brings your close to your Master. One
of the things your Master loves about you the most his pup is his low hanging balls. I
want to stretch them out as much as I can. Eventually they will be stretched so
far that they will drag several feet behind you, anchoring you to the ground
with the weight your own cum. You will find it incredibly awquard to leave the
house. Not that you will ever want to. You are my house-pup, my house is your
world, everything beyond it scares you, it has nothing to offer you that you
don’t already have in your Master. Do you understand?”. Dan asked.
Angus nodded feverishly. There was both intensity and vulnerability in Angus’s eyes; Dan found it
irresistible. It didn’t seem possible but he did truly love him and wanted to
see him grow to his potential.
“At attention, Angus!” Dan reminded. Patrick jutted his back straight, and stuck his
chest out – making them seem even larger than Dan recalled. He looked upon his
newest pup, appreciating his work.
Angus would have to find a new centre of gravity to compensate for the massive weight hanging from his crotch.
He will have to be hyper conscious about how he sleeps, how he walks, how he
sits down, how close he will be able to get to objects and other people,
knocking things over with his cage. Closing his legs is completely out of the
question. With their new weight hanging from his balls he will never be able to
run again or build up momentum without causing himself massive amounts of pain,
not that he’ll never need to anyway. Angus was going to be big and
docile, just how Dan liked it.
“Here are your orders Angus. Your sexuality belongs to me. Number one, you are not to touch yourself for
pleasure unless you get explicit permission from me. That includes your
nipples. Your pleasure will come from your service to me. Second, you are not
to get any erections nor are you allowed to cum unless you are given explicit
permission from your Master. I realise this will be agonising for you as a ginger.
Your balls will almost grow full to the point of bursting, they will ache and
churn, your need to cum will be unimaginable. Still you must remain disciplined
and focus only on your Master.”
Dan looked between the ginger’s legs, his balls obviously ripe for relief. The small part of Dan that pitied
Angus was far overtaken by the intoxication over his power over his bull pup.
Beads of sweat were starting to emerge over Angus, but he remained at
attention, his face fixed. He was such a good pup.
“Order number three. You are to never ask for affection, you may never ask to cum. Both of these are
privileges and are never to be expected. Your Master will award these to you when you have
made your Master proud and have earned them”.
Dan continued “I realise that
this will be extremely difficult for you, perhaps the hardest thing you’ve ever
done in your life. Only when you learn to overcome your biological urges and
focus entirely and exclusively on your Master will you then know the true joy
of servitude under me. You will learn to cum on my command, the slightest touch
or attention will be explosively pleasurable to you. You will live for these
moments. Do you understand?”
Angus nodded. “Absolutely my Master! Master’s wish is pup’s law.”. There was still a slight nervous behind
his enthusiasm, he has only had his cage on for a few minutes and already he
was feeling the pressure.
“I don’t think you fully understand Angus. But you will, that’s MY duty to you. Marcus should be just about
done. Now go out and join your brothers and await your next set of orders”
Like a new fawn, Angus took his first few apprehensive steps feeling the full weight of his Masters new gear,
even small steps making his literally pendulous balls swing back and forth
wildly. Angus would slowly gain more confidence in his step with more practice,
but never fully regaining his composure in his stride. In the meantime he took
very careful steps to rejoin Patrick and Marcus.
All three of Dan's submissives were branded with his mark, but this was only the beginning of what he had in
mind for them.