Angus rejoined Patrick and Marcus in the tattoo parlour. When Dan entered the room he looked at Patrick and
Marcus fighting for a place in the skinny mirror, their massive cocks bouncing about as they nudged each other
for a glimpse of their Master’s mark. They were both completely transfixed on the new permanent fixtures
situated on their rumps, it was obvious that they were quite transfixed. Never before had they felt so
completely fulfilled with themselves, so completely loved. Their new symbols on their back a symbol of them
finding their purpose and their duty in life, nothing could take this away from them.
They were so transfixed on their rumps, occasionally rubbing them, that they didn’t notice Dan enter the room.
The pain of the tattoos were only starting to catch up to them. It wasn’t a
stinging pain, it reminded them of when their Master marked their necks.
Dan stood behind his two bulls in the mirror, clearing his throat to make his presence known. The two turned
around hastily, immediately falling to their knees upon the return of their Master. He had only been away for
a matter of minutes attending to Angus but just looking upon the sheer beauty of their Master was enough to
overcome them.
They started to tear up again--first Patrick, then Marcus--the once proud and strong campus alphas completely
ruled over by their supreme dedication and loyalty to their Master. They found themselves helpless to their
feelings, their former inhibitions crumbled. All there was in this world now was their Master. They didn’t
care how they appeared to other people. They now existed in
a bubble in which their service to their Master was the only thing of value. His praise and satisfaction in
their service sustained them, validated their existence. Without it, they would surely be undone.
Instinctively, Patrick and Marcus commenced kissing their Master’s feet and legs, relishing the small amount
of physical contact this allowed them, every kiss their Master allowed being a gesture their love, their
devotion and their servitude before their Master. Dan was very proud of his work, not only were his pups
needing his attention with a ferocious hunger, something that he would surely leveredge for his own advantage
and personal satisfaction later, but to get down low enough Patrick and Marcus had to bend down very low,
their brands reading “Property of Master Dan” looking back at him as they kowtowed.
Dan heard a heavy whimpering behind him where Angus was standing. He was standing at attention near the
doorway, his balls weighted down and churning visibly, inching larger as they filled up. The whimpering grew
louder, much more urgent. He needed to be with his brothers, on
his knees serving his Master, but until he was given expressed permission he would wait dutifully. Beads of
sweat were starting to drip from his pores, his eyes big and helpless, his breathing becoming deeper and
staggered.
“Angus, come here and join your brothers”. Commanded Dan, finally relenting to Angus’ whimpering. With that
Angus’s face lit up and he lumbered over to join his bull brothers as quickly as his pendulous balls would
allow. As he took his position, his ball stretcher came down on the tile floor with a metallic ringing
*kurchunk* as it rested behind Angus by several feet, visible past sticking out under his rump. Unused to his
new nipple rings, Angus rings sounded colliding with the floor pushed out by his massive pectorals. He
commenced his tribute to his Master with an even greater intensity than his other brothers. They were all
completely and hopelessly lost in their own worship of the one they so heavily craved and needed with every
inch of their being. Tears poured down their faces, getting caught in their beards.
They loved their Master so much, they were so incredibly thankful for the gift they were given. No words could
adequately articulate their feelings, the best they could do was express their
feelings through their duty and eternal loyalty - the only things they had, the only things they could give,
the only thing their Master wanted.
Dan was surprised that there was enough of him to go around, amazingly enough there was. There wasn’t a clock
in the tattoo parlour but it felt that they kept on going at it for what seemed at least twenty minutes.
Barry the tattoo artist cleaned himself off and tidied up his studio around them. Cheekily he muttered to Dan
“If only had a dollar for every time I saw this happen in my office, I wouldn’t have to ink anyone ever
again.” He muttered.
The comment shot Dan out of his own heady Dom-space, but his pup’s were completely undeterred and
undistracted. “What’s that?” Dan replied.
“We get gingers in here with their new Master’s all the time. There’s not going back now, ever. Something
happens within the chemistry of their brains, it gets rewired.” Barry paused, eyeing the grunting, whimpering
trio of hulking redheads at Dan’s feet...he adjusted himself, clearly enjoying the sight. “Ahem...I mean from
puberty gingers seek out a Master, but when they find one it does something to their brain, it rewires it from
the inside out. Being branded is the most important day in a ginger’s life. They are chemically bonded to you
for life. You think they are loyal now, give it some time then you’ll understand. I mean having the honour of
being the Master of one ginger is an honour, but having these three particular gingers beg to call you their
Master, well you must be something special.” Barry chuckled as he continued to clean the semen out of this
studio.
Dan left the moment sit with him for a moment. His precious pups would be even more loyal than they are now
and growing more dependent on him every day? The thought was almost too
much for Dan to take. Dan sighed, not wanting to interrupt his pups when they seemed to content with
themselves in that they are doing.
“Sit up” Dan commanded. They complied immediately, at attention with their hands behind their backs.
“Your Master is very proud of all of you. You have made a lot of important steps important steps in fulfilling
your service to me, but I want to make myself completely clear that these are only the first few of many. I
have chosen all three of you because I believe in your potentials to serve me. First of all I would like to
state some things that I hope I’ll never need to repeat.”
Angus, Patrick, and Marcus looked up to their Master, wide eyed and hanging off his every word. Barry’s
sentiment made more sense now...Dan saw three massive redheads, each one fidgeting with eagerness to please
him. He could re-program his pups however he wanted, and they would love wherever Dan took them. “Yes,
Master?” they barked back, Patrick whimpered, in pain from his growing, overpowering need to serve.
“I am your only Master. I am the one you serve. You are my property and I own you for the duration of your
lives. You will only refer to me as Master and by no other name. Your service to me is your number one
priority, you will choose your service to me above all other activities. You don’t have lives outside of your
service to me, thinking about a life without serving me will cause you supreme pain and guilt.
“Secondly, as your Master I demand your complete honesty. Your minds belong to me. If I ask you a question you
will answer as fully and as truthfully as you can. If you ever disobey an order you are to present yourself to
your Master immediately and confess your disobedience. Your Master’s word is law. I am always correct and you
are to never question me. If I ever tell you something that contradicts, you are to accept the latter
statement to be the truth. You are to support your Master entirely in all choices that he makes.
“Next, you are to always let your Master know how you feel about him. You will profess your emotions and
gratitude towards your Master through your words and your actions. You will always let your Master know how
important he is to you. As you sink deeper and your words will fail you, never let this discourage you.”
Dan watched his commands hit Patrick, Marcus, and Angus word-by-word. His pups took in what he said, smiles
on their faces, beaming with pleasure. Patrick and Marcus’s cocks started to inflate behind them unwittingly,
moved merely by the direct attention they were receiving from their beloved Master. They blushed, drinking in
every order. They craved the structure their Master provided them, they needed to be ruled over by their own
personal king. As the synapses rewired in their minds, this need would become deeper and more intense. Their
dedication and drive superseding all other needs, including self preservation.
“As my property,” Dan continued, “You are to take care of yourself as you would any other of my possessions.
You will present yourself with pride. Being my pups, you are to keep your beards neat and your hair cut in the
styles I prescribe to you. Your clothes will be pressed and clean. As my property you have no right to
concealment. While at home your uniform will be either a clean jockstrap or nothing, depending on my mood.
While you are out of the house you will wear a short kilt that goes halfway down your thigh and a pair of
boots.” Marcus eyed Patrick’s kilt, his beard, his boots and suddenly felt completely naked and extremely
anxious. Every moment he was out of uniform was time spent disappointing his Master!
Dan turned to Angus. Even on his knees, Angus was just above eye-level with Dan. His handsome face wet with
tears of gratitude and joy from being in Dan’s presence. “Angus, your uniform is a bit different. Besides
your chastity device and some thick boots, you are to remain naked at all times, inside or outside the house.
If you feel cold you may requisition your Master for more clothes, you are warned that this is a privilege
awarded to you by your Master, not a right.” Angus nodded, unable to find words to thank his Master, and just
whimpered before kissing Dan’s feet in understanding.
“In social situations you will not speak until spoken to to, you will not recognise people until I have given
you expressed permission from me. All you see is myself and that which can assist you in your goals to serve
me, everything else is invisible to you, existing on another plane of reality to you.”
“As my submissives you are to always push yourself to grow larger. When you look into the mirror I want you to
not see the progress you’ve made, I want you to see the untapped potential which dwells inside each of you.
This will push you to strive even harder; it would make your Master very happy. If your size remains stable
for too long you will attract the disappointment of your Master. You will eat only that which makes you
larger, you will always be full, I want your muscles to constantly be sore from all the intense workouts
you’ll be doing. Patrick?”
“Yes, Master” Patrick replied.
“As the ex-president of the powerlifting club and Angus’ alpha, you are entrusted with the responsibility of
guiding him from the bodybuilder physique he presently has and making him larger, stronger, beefier. Angus,
you need it, it would make your Master very happy. Patrick, you are to assist him in proper form, he will grow
to be equally strong as you and have an equally large belly. He is your protege.”
Dan paused to make sure that he was clear. He looked down as his pups giddy with all the new commands and lost
in their lustful desire to submit.
“Do you understand?” Asked Dan.
“Yes, Master!” Replied his three pups in unison.
“Do you understand?” Dan asked again, even louder.
“YES MASTER!” Angus, Dan and Marcus replied, worked up by their Masters orders. This was their life now. If
Dan didn’t believe that he had their wills completely in the palm of his hand, he would have almost found the
intensity of their tone scary.
“Angus, Marcus, Dan. Your old lives are for all intents and purposes gone, they ceased to be when you took my
collars. Your lives became my property when you took my brand. You will not be returning home for your
possessions. You have none. You will not say goodbye to your friends, nor your family. Your brothers and I
are your family and your friends. Everything that happened before you took you took your collar belongs to
another person, you are reborn in my service.”
“Yes Master!”
“Dan, Marcus. You are to leave your old clothes here. They aren’t yours, you should know better than to take
things that don’t belong to you.” Dan fished through Marcus’ singlet and Angus’ pants on the floor for
anything left behind. “Money, identity cards... Both of these belong to me, you will have no need for them.
You will assist your brother Angus to return to our new apartment, bearing your brand for the whole world to
see. Now rise to your feet. show your gratitude to Barry for his masterful artwork and let’s go.”