It had been a few months since Dan and his pups moved into their new apartment, on the whole it was rather
basic but it was large enough to accommodate the four of them. It only had one bedroom and one kitchen but in
this world all apartments were accommodating to people of Patrick’s size. They had to share the one bed,
usually Dan would make himself the filling of his own ginger sandwich, laying in bed between Patrick and
Marcus while Angus would sleep on the ground at their feet, too big for a bed designed to hold just one Angus-
sized redhead.
The bedding caused his pups to sweat throughout the night. Often Dan would wake up with his arm around one of
his pups, the entire room filled with the heady smell of redhead sweat and cum. The overcharged ginger sex
drive and need to get off continued through their sleep, with timely wet dreams, whimpering and quietly
uttering their need for their Master under their breath. The linen had to be laundered fairly often but one of
Dan’s submissives would always volunteer for the role. The three took supreme pride in keeping a clean and
made house for their Master.
These sleeping arrangement worked out rather well for Dan and his pups. Every morning before the sun rose, the
ginger’s balls would be full, their need for their Master’s attention would be at the maximum. Almost like a
natural alarm clock, the mild whimpering and cravings would start at a low level and gradually over the period
of minutes it would become louder, waking Dan up in what he could imagine to be the most pleasant way
possible. Three impossibly beefy and loyal pups fawning for his attention. Without any need for vocalised
orders, Dan would give his signal and his three pups would assume their morning ritual. At either side of Dan
one of his gingers would suck passionately on his nipples, meanwhile the third at the bottom of the bed would
take his Master’s cock into his mouth with fervour and content. This is what his pups lived for. Each role was
equally important, their Master’s satisfaction is their number one priority, their very participation in such
a ritual was a gift for which they were all thankful for. The one sucking his Master’s cock would drink his
Master’s cum as a reward for his efforts.
Sometimes, when Dan wanted to assert his Mastery upon his pups. He would wake up and order his pups to get
ready for the day. He would instruct his pups to hold onto this feeling for the rest of the day, if they
behaved themselves they may get release by the end of the day, Angus excluded of course. Dan much prefered
that his pups got their satisfaction through giving their Master pleasure, their balls full to aching.
Seeing as Patrick, Angus and Marcus had all discontinued their studies and Dan could do his classes online,
there seemed to be little point in staying in their tiny college town. Besides, Dan felt that it was better
for his pups to make a clean break in a new city rather than have aspects of their old world reminding them,
it would just make their transition easier.
Overall things had gone quite well for Dan and his pups. Dan would go out for the day and he would always
return to his cosy apartment, with everything impeccably clean and tidy and with a hearty meal ready to be
served, his pups naked or in jockstraps waiting anxiously by the door for their Master to come home after what
felt like an eternity away. It came somewhat of a surprise to Dan just how much his three gingers had to eat
all the time in order to maintain and increase their mass. Between the three of them they split the full time
job of cooking and food preparation. It would have perhaps been easier if they had all decided to eat out more
often but Dan always found that they were at a state of unease when they left the house.
Angus, Patrick and Marcus were all competent cooks, enjoying creating fusions of flavours and spices for their
Master - but each of them having particular specialties. Angus, growing up in the countryside was a master of
baking home-made breads, stews, soups and roast vegetables. Marcus was quite fond of cooking French cuisine -
the high calories, robust flavours and discipline required appealing to his sensibilities. Patrick’s
specialisations were foods of Thailand, Vietnam and Japan, he also was quite fond exploring the essences of
flavours, often experimenting with different and unusual combinations- for better or for worse. Overall it
could be said that Dan and his pups ate very well.
…
It had been a few months since that day on the tattoo studio for Patrick. He was pretty sure that there was
something in his past before then, but his past before that date seemed to have an ethereal and fleeting
quality to him, almost like the last few clasps of a dream just after waking up. Not that it seemed all that
important to Patrick, for what it’s worth his life began the day he moved into the apartment with his
brothers. Occasionally, Patrick would get a flash of a face or a memory of a smell from before then, he
couldn’t help but feel slightly off put. These moments were to become increasingly infrequent as time would
stretch on, until he would find that they never happened at all.
Within his mind, Patrick’s brain was being overwritten, what he had before being replaced with something much
more demanding and urgent. His Master’s expectations and orders were rebuilding Patrick from the inside out,
he was becoming remade in the image of his Master’s desires. This was also happening simultaneously to Marcus
and Angus. The process was a constant rush for Patrick, he savoured the idea of continuing to change for the
benefit of his beloved Master, every day bringing him closer to the perfection he craved to be for his Master.
It just felt so... right. The more Patrick felt this feeling, the more he gave himself over to it.
All Patrick could possibly think about all day was serving his Master. He would be preoccupied with ways to
make him smile, which seemed to Patrick like the most precious gift his Master could give to his pup. He
craved to make his Master happy and to express his love and unending devotion through his service.
Occasionally Patrick would find that he would be in the middle of an everyday thing like working out at the
gym or buying groceries at the local farmers market and he would get a flash his Master’s amazing beauty in
his mind. On a mild day this would cause his pup to weep tears that would drip down his into beard. One day
after such an episode he returned to his Master, so ecstatic to see him describing the episode as being
overcome with “exquisite sadness”.
On bad days, Patrick would be so overcome that he would break down in the middle of whatever he was doing,
having to call his Master and allowing the sound of his voice to give him enough composure to make his way
home.
Patrick tended to find that things that used to come to him so easily was becoming increasingly difficult for
him. The confident, dominating Alpha which Dan had first collared disappearing piece by piece. Patrick thought
he could remember being part of a debating club. He used to be able to cut people down with his sharp words.
As the days past Patrick found that he was losing his words, becoming less and less reliant on them as he
would pass through his days. Instead Patrick found that he communicated a lot more with grunts, noises, sounds
and with his body language. Once upon a time Patrick had an admirable poker face, but these days he was easier
to read than a billboard. When he was happy, Patrick’s face lit up, when he was sad or longing he would look
like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Communication took on a more basic quality to him.
When Patrick had to leave the house it would be very rare for him to acknowledge other people. He had taken
his Master’s order to not acknowledge other people or to speak to other people without his Master’s consent
very much to heart. Sure, he knew when other people were present and the features of his environment, but to
Patrick it seemed that they were on a different frequency to him, Patrick lived in his world in his subspace -
everything else to him seeming like white noise, distracting.
“Hey! Patrick!” Patrick paused...someone was calling his name. “Patty! Hey, big guy! It’s me, Adrian.”
Patrick stood, searching his memory for this person...he felt annoyed, frustrated, and just wanted to continue
with this errand for his Master.
Patrick focused hard, quelling his growing social anxiety, “S-sorry, you’ve got me mixed up with someone
else.” Adrian stepped back...minus the stutter and social awkwardness, he sounded like Patrick.
Just...bigger. Everything about Patrick had grown in the past few months since Dan ordered his pups to push
themselves larger. Patrick would probably be a world-level powerlifter as his new size if he still competed.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, my Master is waiting.” Patrick strode past, barely acknowledging Adrian. The last
thing Adrian saw was Dan’s mark, clearly adorning Patrick’s massive rump as the red headed bull walked off.
It had clicked with Adrian. This is what you get for befriending redheads at college, they all eventually
leave you and forget about you when they find their Masters. It was a bitter pill for Adrian to swallow, he
had always liked Patrick but had never had it expressed to him. Now mentally, he belonged to someone else -
his mind, his body, even his noticeable odour changed. Patrick, if that was even his name was name any more,
was gone.
Meanwhile, Patrick lumbered his way to the nearby powerlifting gym around the corner from his apartment. He
was to convene with Angus for another powerlifting lesson. Because Angus was still in chastity, he was still
forbidden to wear clothes, but keeping with the gym’s rules Dan allowed him to wear shoes when doing training.