They were only getting warmed up but they knew in their hearts they had to give it everything they they could, anything would be dishonest to
both themselves and their Master. It didn’t matter if their Master didn’t know, they knew - and with their new transformed psychologies they
could not hide anything from their Master - he knew his pup’s better than they knew themselves.
Both Patrick and Angus started to their warm up exercises - at least 100 pull ups and and 150 triceps dips. It was arms day and by god they
were going to feel it.
Angus with the tremendous weight hanging from his balls waddled with a wide up to the parallel bars. Dragging behind him at a total of nine
feet and with a total of 1100 pounds, 800 pounds of weight and 300 of their own sheer weight alone. He took careful step after careful as he
climbed up by step up the rungs of the ladder. Angus took a deep breath and placed a grip on both of the handles, pushing himself off the
rung he was standing on he let his full weight hang down, the effect of gravity only being counteracted by Angus’s massive biceps.
He felt his workout drink come into full effect, feeling power surge up through his body. It was a special drugs of testosterone, caffeine,
creatine and other performing enhancing drugs. He felt truly electric. In one part of his brain he felt he was capable of anything, another part of
his brain screamed to him that only in service might he be powerful and he had a long long way to go until he reached his full potential.
“88... 89...90” He grunted under his breath. As lifted himself up and down his pendulous balls made contact with the ground, it was only after
hearing the “kurchunk” below him that he knew he had descended deep enough and could come back up again. “91... 92”. He lifted his entire
force bringing his fuzzy beachball belly up and down.
As he continued his exercises he started to sweat, his sweaty musk radiating and filling the special reinforced gym with the thick heady musky
fragrance of ginger. None of Dan’s pups could wear deodorant - ever. Their fragrance was something that was never to be subdued, as long as
his pups were clean Dan was happy.
He reached the full one hundred, he was feeling sore but he was no where needed to be, he had to give more. His biceps inflated in response to
the stress they were under, it looked like cannonballs has been stretched skin, it veins stuck protruded like wires trying to get as much blood
to his body as possible. He had to give more, he needed to give more. He needed to prove himself worthy of his place within the family, he had
show his Master with deed and not words how much he loved him. He was struggling, almost in tears as he pulled himself up for the one
hundred and forty second time. He wanted to give so much more but he had reached his physical limit, the lactic acid burned like a fire in his
biceps.
Very carefully he swung himself around to position himself for tricep dips, if he did it too quickly, his pendulous balls could twist about.
Dan walked into the gym, he wanted to see his pups as they did their exercises. The first thing he notices as he walked into the gym was just
how humid it was, it was like a sauna. The entire place was saturated with the smell of ginger sweat. Instantly Dan got a hard-on, filling his
shorts. Usually he would wear a jockstrap but in this world freeballing sent a statement - it was a statement both of freedom and dominance.
Even with his modest sized cock he noticed that it was barely covered by his shorts, having a habit of slipping out when he was careless,
drawing the attention of other subs. Secretly in his heart he wanted to be craved by legions every ginger in this world, it took him quite a lot of
strength not to collar more gingers who had thrown themselves upon Dan’s feet begging to be taken into their family. He decided against it,
even the three he had were already handful.
Their heady ginger smell instantly put Dan into his dominant headspace. His cock throbbed, pushing up against the side of his thigh and up
past his his waistband, dripping out globs of precum onto his singlet. He wanted his pups more than he could ever describe. He craved to be
worshiped, he needed his pups to treat them like their god. He was their Master’s world, the reason why they lived, their very purpose for
being.
The two gingers were hard at work doing their exercises. Angus was laying the back of a reinforced bench doing skull crushers and Patrick was
doing preacher curls. The two had long ago abandoned what they were wearing, becoming already soaked through with sweat. Fortunately,
much like every establishment in this world it was clothing optional, as long as the gingers laid down their towels before they worked out they
were okay.
Dan didn’t even have to call out for his pup’s any more. Almost instinctually, the two pup’s caught onto their Master’s scent. It was a minute
smell within the room but they knew instantaneously that their Master had arrived. It was the smell they were trained to adore, the smell they
were trained to crave every moment of every day.
The two dropped their weights as they made their way over to their Master as quickly as they could, Patrick lumbering under his own massive
weight and Angus dragging his heavily weighted balls behind them. The two of them instantly got onto their knees and kissed their Master’s
feet, whimpering. His pups were on all fours with their cocks and balls hanging heavily on the floor behind them. As they gave their devotions
their balls inflated visably at at two inches a every 30 seconds, a combination of the energy from their workouts and their devotion to their
Master had put their sex drives into hyperdrive.
The pressure built up for both of them, they could not come, only Master could tell them when they could come. The more the pressure grew
the more they whimpered and the deeper into their subspace they descended. They needed their Master more than anything in the world. Their
whimpering grew louder.
They kissed, they licked and they nuzzled. They tried to find the words to describe how they felt but their minds felt clouded over, developing
higher thoughts was all but impossible, their drive to serve came from a deeper, more primal part of their brains. They weren’t thinking, they
were following the commands which had been written into their very beings, it was impossible to resist, impossible to disobey. Dan’s power
over his pups was absolute and total.
Master grew even more turned on at this display of their obvious discomfort as their testicles grew larger and larger in size, yet they continued
to worship. He took a moment of their pup’s display of devotion and obedience and appreciated it. The the thing that he loved besides the
whimpering, was seeing both of his pups with their asses high in their air, trying as best as they could reduce themselves to the level necessary
to kiss their Master’s feet, which considering their massive bellies was a difficult tasks. Their beards ticked Dan as they worked their magic. His
pups with their firm and huge meaty arses with their brands - for the whole world to see. Before slipping completely into his dom space Dan
remembered why he had come in the first place.
“Angus. Patrick. Upright for inspection” he called out.
Without hesitation his pups went upright. Both of them tried to reach their “at-attention” positions but the mass of their arms prevented them
from holding their arms behind, the best they could do is hold their arms at their sides and keep their heads down - neither Patrick or Angus
could look at their Master directly, neither of them felt that they had earned that privilege. They never would.
Even on their knees, his pup’s came up to Dan’s eye level. Side by side the two comprised a wall of human meat, with their lats and chests
pushed out.
The first thing Dan noticed with Angus at attention was how much bigger his stomach had seemed from the last time he had seen it, an extra
two feet of firm ball belly jutting out from him. He hadn’t made any adjustments on the chonovac, something was up.
“Angus, have you been holding in your stomach in?” Dan asked. Angus nodded, still not making eye contact, he gave out a little regretful
squeak. “You do realise that is lying Angus, you should never lie to your Master.” It took Dan a concerted effort to retain his composure being
forceful at his time, seeing Angus with his big belly sticking out with his huge ballooning pecs topped off with meaty pointy nipples was one of
the sexiest things he had ever seen, he was very proud of his pup, but lying is lying and lying must be punished.
Juxtaposing his massive size, little squeaky whimpers escaped from his throat. Droplets of tears fell from his downturned face and rolled down
his already wet with sweat belly.
“Angus. As punishment, I want you to raise your head and look at yourself in the mirror and I mean really look at yourself. You are not to look
away until I give you the order”
Angus did just that. He lifted his heavy head and saw how he saw himself in his minds eye. He saw him himself small and pathetic, disheveled
and atrophied. He had no muscles, his red hair and his collar were all gone, all the features his Master loved had vanished. All he could see in
himself was disappointment, he had so far to progress, so much further to go. The image burned in his mind, upsetting him greatly. He had to
push harder, he had to push longer. He felt so unworthy of his Master’s love. How could Master love someone as small and pathetic as he? His
vision of himself of the mirror blurred as more tears filled his eyes.
“Now Angus, what must you never do?”
“I must never lie to my Master!” he called out.
“And what you must do now?”
“I must make myself better for my Master!” Angus cried.
“Very good. Now get yourself off your knees and get back to your workout. When you do your exercises, I want you to keep looking at the
mirror and think about what you’ve done”. Without protest or hesitation, he whimpered and made his way back to the bench and added another
400lbs to his skull crushers..
That left Dan with Patrick, who through the entire thing had kept his head down. Dan stepped up closer to Patrick. “Well, it looks like I have one
good pup and one bad pup... are you a good pup?”. Patrick nodded. Dan put his hands on Patrick’s chest and pressed down, his chest had no
give, they were two orbs of pure muscle. Patrick’s cock was inflating behind him, oozing out precum like a faucet on low, his balls continued to
inflate larger and larger, usually the size of basketballs now the size of yoga balls - the sensations of having his Master touch him was puting
Patrick into sensory overload. Sounds emitted from Patrick that were a cross between a whimper and a moan of pleasure. He know he shouldn’t
feel such pleasure, but he couldn’t help himself.
Dan rubbed his hands through Patrick's luxurious red pelt of chest hair eventually finding his way to Patrick’s pierced nipple. Dan knew that
Patrick was enjoying this, they had been trained to long for even the slightest touch. He knew there was nothing Patrick could do, that was
completely immobilised, both a slave to his own submission and his own sensations. It was such an intoxicating he had in his hands. Dan’s
cock was painfully hard but he was only just beginning. He was working up to a crescendo and this was just the opening number. He rubbed
the nipple slowly, flicking it gently, fiddling around with the ring, giving the the ring a bit of a tug.
Dan noticed that Patrick’s cock was starting to turn purple with all of the pressure, reaching it’s full length of six and a half feet in length and
width of a telephone pole. At it’s end the massive prince albert glistened by the precum that was gushing out and creating a pool that was
spreading across the floor.
Dan felt Patrick’s bicep, his gigantic, steroidal, veiny biceps. He pressed down it it, the muscle haad absolutely no give. It must have been at
least 35 inches around! With biceps like that it would certainly cause a few issues, but Dan didn’t care. With a biceps and a chest like this he
could bench press a truck - and Patrick is what you would call consider small for a ginger!... but not for long.
He gave Patrick’s nipple a hard twist. Gasping, Patrick lifted his head up towards his Master. Taking the opportunity he grabbed onto his pup’s
braided beard hard and forced his pup closer to him. With a heavy anticipation Master, locked lips with his pup, with one hand he held the
beard, with the other he held his nipples. Pup welcomed his Master into his mouth, savoring taste of his wonderful salva, letting his tongue
explored his mouth, feeling his Master’s soft lips against his own. Patrick was weeping from feeling such profound things from his Master.
Dan pulled himself away from his pup slightly and liked a tear as it streaked down his face. To Dan in his Dom space, the salty tear tasted
pretty damn sweet.
Dan couldn’t help himself, he moved Patrick’s head over to one side and bit down onto it. He bit down harder than he ever had before. Patrick
gasped and whimpered with both pain and pleasure. Dan sucked harder, he wanted his pup’s bruises to be red and black. Pup was winced as
he felt the most intense and painful feelings of blue balls he had ever felt, he felt that the cum was literally churning inside his immense
testicles, each growing now to the size of a beanbag chair with his sack growing longer to accommodate them. He could not cum, he could not
allow him to.
Letting go of his pup’s neck he observed with satisfaction the bruise that he had left. With a bruise like that he would surely be the envy of all
the other gingers at this gym. Infact he should be the envy of all gingers period. Despite the pain Patrick was experience, he was actually
blushing, somewhere amidst all the explosion of sensation was and underriding profound love and gratitude.
God, Dan loved his pup’s so much, but he always knew that Patrick was the most special. Patrick would do anything for his Master, no matter
what he would always be there for Dan. If Dan were to ever leave, he would be sure that Patrick’s mind and body would shut down.
He had a very special purpose for his special pup now. Dan’s already painfully hard and oozing cock stiffened and lengthened even further. He
followed Patrick’s eyes, looking at his Master’s cock. He wanted it like a hungry animal.
Dan removed his modest cock from his shorts, having to use two hands to bring his cock and balls out of their fabric prison. His cock standing
proud and rigid outwardly from his body.
Getting close to his pup, he moved his hips from side to side, waving his cock under his pup’s nose making sure he his could smell it. Pup
whimpered but he stayed diciplined and strock. Dan lightly brushed his cock cross his pup’s face leaving a streak of precum across his beard
and face. Patrick was salivating.
“You want this don’t you?” Dan asked.
Patrick nodded whimpering.
“You would do it anything for my cock wouldn’t you? It’s the totem of your worship, it fills you much pleasure to give me pleasure?”
The bull nodded again. He raised his head, his eyes were wide and big. Master could tell just from his eyes how much it meant to him.
“Well, he’s going to get it alright. He’ll be getting a whole lot more than he bargained for. To do anything else would be cruel” Dan thought.
“Stay exactly where you are Patrick” the Master ordered.