Introduction
THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MY ROOMMATE THE ALCHEMIST CHAPTER 9. IF YOU ARE FOLLOWING THAT STORY, PLEASE READ CHAPTER 9 BEFORE READING THIS STORY.
This is a side story set in the College Magic series. This story involves two characters previously met in that series. For those who are following that series from the gay/sf-fantasy side but may not be into more hard-core authoritarian scenarios, you may want to skip any stories involving Domenic and Kyle. Their relationship is in no way like that of Jason and Kieran. It is non-consensual (at first) and involves sexual slavery and complete domination of one man by another.
Like Kieran, Kyle is a young man wounded by his upbringing. His journey is darker than Kieran's, in part because his guide does not love him and in part because he has further to go. In the end, he too will find happiness once he learns to accept who he is.
For those who appreciate this kind of story read on; others be forewarned.
This story is fantasy. In the real-world consent is not only important, but also sexy.
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Elf Master chapter one (New Roommates)
Interlude
Late Sunday evening, about 9:00 PM, Domenic and his roommate Drew were sitting in their room talking about the first day of classes in the morning, when they heard a quiet but insistent knocking on the door. Many of the students from their floor were at the New Student Mixer. Drew had been their earlier himself, giving instructions to his people and putting trusted lieutenants in charge. Domenic had no desire to go the event.
"Come in, bro, it's open," Drew yelled, reaching over to turn down the speakers attached to his laptop.
The door opened and the RA for the floor came in and shut the door behind him. His name was Sebastian Trent. Both guys had already met him, but he and Domenic had spent some time together yesterday. They had both attended the same private school in New York, and Domenic had just decided to attend the college. Sebastian had worked with Drew last year. He sat down on the desk chair nearest Domenic and heaved a sigh.
Sebastian was older than Drew and about the same age as Domenic. He was a little above average in height, just under six feet tall, with a trim and fit build. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. Tonight, he had a nerdy young professor look; he was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a sports coat. He was wearing a pair of docksiders.
"I have a problem, guys," he said with a sigh. "I'm hoping you can help me out. I don't want any campus police involved or the custodes, and I suspect neither of you do either."
Domenic immediately understood the context of Sebastian's comments. He knew that the custodes would watch him like a hawk if they came to campus, looking for any little violation of his promises. They were uncomfortable having someone like him in a college dorm, even with Sebastian to keep tabs on him.
Drew had his own reasons for not wanting the cops around. His gang were trying to be on their best behavior, but they were aggressive by nature. And the custodes would be worse. They were always looking for violations of the Concordium among the shifter population. At least half of them were racists who wished they were still fighting the Millennium Uprising.
"It's nothing to do with you two," Sebastian said, taking a deep breath. "Have you met Simon Carter?"
Drew scratched his neat beard and said, "That cute little gay boy across the hall?"
"Is he the Latino boy up the hall, or the African American directly across the hall," Domenic asked?
Sebastian replied, "The Latino boy is Alonzo. He'll be alright. He and his roommate seem to get along fine, within limited definitions of fine. Okay, there are problems there, but I can get those sorted out later. The immediate problem is that some idiot in admin assigned Simon to room with Kyle Chase, and I didn't catch it."
Domenic looked puzzled, but Drew said, "He's that mouthy homophobe who almost got his nuts ripped off by Jason Lee yesterday, right?"
Domenic said, "I remember him. He's kind of chunky, but not bad looking."
Sebastian stood up and said, "That's neither here nor there. I don't give a fuck what he looks like. I just ran into Simon in the bathroom down in the lobby. He was crying his eyes out.
"I had to manipulate the lock to get it open, and it took me ten minutes to get him to talk. He had a swollen lip, a darker spot around his eye and his lips were split. It turns out that Kyle smacked the crap out of him for looking at him."
Without pausing to allow anyone else to speak, Sebastian continued, "But that's not the worst. About an hour ago, at the mixer, Kyle attacked Kieran Morgan in a bathroom."
"Attacked?" Drew asked. "What do you mean? How did he get near him? I had a few of my group keeping an eye on Kieran and Kyle. And I told you that I found him sniffing around after him on Saturday."
Sebastian was angry. He said, "I get it. I should have acted earlier, but I was too caught up in another issue involving a miscast spell. But forget that. Kyle beat him up, and then he raped him."
"Shit!" Drew exclaimed. "Jason's going to kill him."
"I can't let that happen," Sebastian said. "Campus cops and police are the least of our problems. What will happen if the custodes show up?"
Both Domenic and Drew looked concerned at that point. Neither of them wanted to see the infamous enforcers of the Conclave show up and start looking around. If they wanted to find something against you, they could always find something. They were very thorough, and their jurisdiction was very broad.
"Do you want me to beat the shit out of him," Drew asked, punching one fist against his other palm. "He won't step a foot out of line after that."
Sebastian shook his head. Drew didn't realize it, but his emotions were being affected by the proximity of the full moon tomorrow. He didn't want to mention it because Drew prided himself on being able to control himself, even under trying times. He couldn't be trusted not to do something that would attract attention. Sebastian needed something more subtle.
"That won't solve the problem, guys," he said. "Simon says he doesn't want to cause a ruckus, and Kieran is in a total melt-down. I can't put him through that kind of investigation. But I can't have this problem escalating until the police have to be called in. I also don't want Kyle beating on anyone else – or raping them. We have a lot of gay residents here."
"Semper Sodales!" Domenic said. "What do you want from us?"
Sebastian was concerned with that response, but he wasn't sure why. Domenic seldom spoke Latin unless it was required. It was mostly stubbornness on his part since he was as fluent as every Academy alumnus.
Drew looked a little confused, but his face betrayed his interest. He said, "I promised Jason that we'd help watch out for Kieran after Darren tried almost the same exact thing earlier today."
Sebastian said, "So you put Darren to keep an eye on Kieran? That doesn't seem like a very good choice."
Drew replied, "Everyone was given the instruction to keep an eye out, but Darren was told not to go within 10 feet of Kieran. If he was involved, I'm going to make him regret it."
"Turns out it was a good thing he ignored you," Sebastian said. "He's the one who stopped Kyle from going further than he did. He covered Kieran up and then he came to find Jason and me. Darren did good, Drew. He did really good tonight."
Drew took that in for a moment and then nodded his head. He was pleased with Darren's behavior tonight. He was a good guy. He'd just been overwhelmed by Kieran. Smooth boys were his weakness, and he was irritated because Jason had something he wanted. "I'll let him out of the doghouse then," he said. He'd known Darren for years and he'd usually been able to rely on him.
Sebastian rubbed his fingers across his brow, like he was trying to get rid of a headache, then he said, "I'd like to move Simon in here with you, Drew. I heard what you said to Jason yesterday, about your brother. I need someone to keep an eye on Simon for a while."
"I can do that," Drew said. "I'll treat him like a little brother, or an older brother in my case." Drew's older brother, Xavier (everyone called him Xav), had been flamboyant all his life. In high school, he'd suffered a lot of bullying until Drew had arrived. Although younger by two years, he's always been tall and imposing. He'd put an end to all that and protected his older brother until their graduation.
"I guess that puts me in with Kyle," Domenic said with a thoughtful look on his face. He was thinking of the chunky jock's meaty ass. It was a pleasant thought.
Drew jumped up and said, "No fucking way! Domenic is a half foot shorter than him and doesn't weigh any more than Simon. What'll you do if he decides to beat on Nico here?"
Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "Domenic can handle anything Kyle throws at him, and there will be no police."
"Are you sure, bro," Drew asked, putting his hand on Domenic's shoulder. "He's twice your size."
"Not a problem," Domenic said.
Domenic gave a questioning look to Sebastian and said, "But I thought that you wanted me to be restrained?"
Sebastian heaved another sigh. "Don't do anything too extreme, Domenic," he said. "I don't want any police, and I don't want any other kind of trouble."
Domenic asked, "You want me to control Kyle, and my limitations are no police and no custodes?"
Sebastian was too distracted to be dealing with Domenic's endless parsing of words at that moment, but he needed this handled now. He'd have to deal with the ramifications later. He still had to make sure Jason didn't do anything to Kyle that would attract attention. And he wouldn't be in any mood to talk reasonably, not after Sebastian had already made him stand down over Darren Groves.
"If you guys are sure," Drew said with a skeptical look on his face, "Then I'm all onboard. But I need to know what's going on. How are you so sure that Nico can handle Kyle?"
Sebastian looked at Domenic and raised a questioning eyebrow. Domenic answered him with a shrug, then said, "It looks like we're going to be working together to keep order in this place this year, so we should clear some things up. You obviously know that Sebastian is a mage, a powerful seer to be specific and a competent enchanter. I'm a marginally qualified mage myself, but I'm also an elf. I'm tougher than I look, tougher than you no matter what time of the month it may be."
Drew gave a nod of approval. "I'm still going to want a piece of him. I can't make our failure up to Jason, but Kyle made us lose face. The whole gang will need to get a piece of him, otherwise they'll be eaten up by our failure to protect our charge."
Sebastian threw his hands up in the air. "Not when it's this close to the full moon!" he said. He was exasperated at this point.
Domenic said, "Wednesday. Your gang can get a piece of him on Wednesday. That's two days after the full moon. We can meet at the circle in the woods. The one you always use, but don't think anyone knows about."
Sebastian didn't want to hear any details. He couldn't afford to be second guessing every decision he made right now. He wanted to handle this without bringing in Professor Thorne; he wanted to prove that he could handle this assignment. He'd asked for it, and she'd given it to him despite his youth. He said good-bye and went to figure out what he was going to say to Jason, and he had to get Simon into Drew's room.
Kyle
It was about 10 PM when I went back to my room. I'd walked around campus for an hour to clear my head. I may have fucked up royally tonight. Kicking the shit out of that little faggot Simon I could probably get away with. I could always claim gay panic, and dad's lawyers had always been able to make that one stick before. The thing with the redhead was the problem. I could probably claim that the faggot had been the one who had started it, that he'd come up to me in the restroom and started touching my dick. I could claim that I'd gotten horny because Kieran had looked so much like a girl bobbing on my dick. That would work, but I'd take a lot of shit from dad for getting hard while getting blown by a faggot.
I didn't know why I'd done it. For two days, that redheaded faggot had been prancing around the dorm, showing off his shaved legs and wiggling his ass. It had made me hard, just the other faggots had back home. Usually, I would beat on them until my erection went away. Fuck it! Until I came. This one was different, though. When I'd looked into his fearful face, I'd been overwhelmed with a desire to kiss his girly lips. I had to slap that face to make the urge go away.
I would have gotten that plug out of his ass and fucked him good if it hadn't been for ... whoever it was who had attacked me from behind. I had only hazy recollection of the details of that encounter. My heart raced all the way back to my dorm. If I ever found out who'd burst in on me, I'd have to kick their ass. I wondered if he'd taken over where I left off. Did he fuck that faggot's ass?
When I got back to the room, I was in a shitty mood. I was so wound up by not being able to cum in Kieran's mouth that I lost it when I saw Simon looking at me. He was a skinny black kid, with skin like chocolate milk and hair that was shaved on the sides and a mop of long, loose curls on the top. He was about 5 foot 8 inches tall and maybe 140 pounds. He was always looking at me with those big, dark eyes whenever my back was turned. And his lips were thick and full. Tonight, I'd been in no state to take it. When Simon started looking at me on the sly, I had to do something. I was still hard, and I'd be damned if I was going to whack off thinking about a guy.
I'd called him stupid little faggot and slapped his pretty face. He'd tried to get away, but I wasn't done with him. I grabbed his arms and threw him to the ground, then I put my weight down on top of him. I felt an urge to kiss his big lips. No! I wasn't going to go down that path again. I knew how to use a fag to get rid of my erection like a man. I slapped him again. I kept slapping him until he was crying. That did it. I slapped him until I felt my cock exploding in my pants. Then I got up and left.
And now I was back. I put the key in the lock and thought about what I'd done. I felt a little guilty, but mostly I felt nothing. I was prepared to do the same thing again if my faggot roommate kept looking at me. Maybe I'd even give him what he wanted. Maybe I'd fuck his cocksucking mouth, or even his little round ass. So long as I didn't touch his dick that wouldn't be too gay.
When I entered the room, Simon wasn't there. A little blond guy was putting his stuff away in Simon's dresser.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, spoiling for a fight.
The little guy turned slowly toward me and gave me a smile, a smile that was disturbing instead of being pleasant. He held out his hand and said, "You can call me Dom. Sebastian asked me switch rooms with Simon. So now we're going to be roommates."
I blushed a little, wondering if Sebastian had told him anything about this evening. In the end it didn't matter. It was my word against Simon's on the beating, and my word against Kieran's on the attack in the bathroom. Since I hadn't even gotten to cum in the faggot's mouth, there was no DNA evidence. Dad's lawyers would make mincemeat out of any prosecutor who brought a flimsy case like this against me.
Smiling in return, I took his hand and said, "Kyle Mason."
I thought my new roommate looked kind of like a fag himself. He was small, only about 5 foot 6 inches tall and thin, with a cleanshaven face and a shock of blond hair that was almost white, not to mention his purple eyes. But his handshake was firm. I tried to make him wince by squeezing his hand hard, but damn he was strong. I was the one who ended up gritting my teeth and breaking the handshake.
Domenic
Kyle was one of those guys who tried to dominate everyone around him through strength. The look in his eyes when I'd won the handshake by using more strength than he was capable of was precious. This was going to be fun. Kyle was 6 foot 2 inches tall and must have weighed more than 250 pounds. he had a solid build. He looked like a high school jock, maybe a football player, who'd let himself go a little. He had a small gut, and his features were rounded by the extra weight he was carrying. Because of his heavy muscles he was probably only about 30 pounds overweight. I thought he'd be good looking once he lost the weight. He had dark blond hair, almost brown, a scruffy beard of a lighter color, and hazel eyes. His features were masculine.
Domenic seemed unsure of me, but he said, "Glad to meet you. I'm glad that the RA switched the room assignments. My last roommate was a total fag who couldn't keep his eyes off me. That won't be a problem with you, will it?"
"I think we'll get along fine," I replied. I was already making plans for Kyle. I couldn't believe that Sebastian had let me out of most of the restrictions I'd agreed to. It was only regarding this one student, but I could live with that. He was sturdy enough for what I had in mind.
We didn't have long to get to know each other, since it was late, and Kyle wanted to get to bed early so he could start classes fresh tomorrow. I didn't tell him anything about myself. It was easy because he was mostly interested in talking about himself. He told me about his family back home. Apparently he came from an important family in Kentucky. His dad owned a chain of five car lots and two radio stations. He told me about his high school football days, about how he was good on the field but that hadn't mattered because the coach favored the black students. He told me about how the teachers had always been against him because they were jealous of his dad's money and influence. He told me that he was getting a business degree because he had a plan to jump ahead of his two older brothers in the family business.
He made sure that I knew just how much he hated the gays, especially the ones who looked at him the wrong way. Finally, he went on a rant about how much he hated Jason and Kieran, especially Kieran because he was such a fag, prancing around wearing next to nothing. But I could tell what he really wanted to know was whether I knew about his attacks on Kyle and Simon earlier today.
Kyle was so tired that he dropped to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was snoring within minutes. That suited me just fine. He was such an arrogant braggart that it would be fun taking him down a peg. The Conclave had forced me to take certain oaths when they'd allowed me to attend their precious Academy. They'd required more promises from me in exchange for allowing me to attend this college along with Sebastian. Our families had deep ties, but none of the elves had ever tried to learn human magic until me. They'd forced Sebastian on me as a keeper, a job he wasn't too thrilled about either. They were afraid that I'd do something to threaten the arcane world. The mages of the Conclave thought they ruled the entire magical world. The skinchangers may have accept that as fact, but the more powerful magical races did not.
Now Sebastian had given me leave to punish this human hunk. I intended to enjoy it. I needed one more thing to provide me with necessary cover to enact my plan. I called a crow and sent a message to the office of mundane affairs, declaring Kyle Mason to be my legitimate target since he'd raped one of my sodales. I had chosen my words carefully to allow myself to define all the gay students on the floor as consodales. These were legal terms in charter of the Conclave. The declaration would cover me as far as the law was concerned. I had no doubt that it would be accepted by the officials, but even if not, I didn't care. As far as my own people were concerned, my declaration was all that was necessary. I sent a second crow to my aunt, the matriarch of our clan. She would protect my rights, not because we were close but because elves wouldn't allow themselves to be limited any further by the laws of human mages.
I took out one of my prized possessions. I'd made it as a final project in my senior year at the Academy. It was a silver chain, but it was so much more. I slipped the chain around Kyle's neck as he slept, then spoke the words to activate it, "Istelmaren Tregamris."
The chain moved like a snake and encircled Kyle's neck, the two links on the end merged, fastening tight in an unending loop with only a couple of fingers width to spare.
Kyle
I'd been sleeping soundly, but suddenly I was awake. Domenic was standing near my bed. I jumped to my feet and tumbled toward him with hands outstretched. I planned to beat the ever-living hell out of him, but Domenic jumped aside easily and grabbed my wrist in an iron grasp. He twisted it, forcing me to my knees, in the circle of moonlight coming through the window.
"Let me go, you fucking faggot," I screamed, trying to break out of his grip.
Domenic said, "Rise to your feet and stand still, with your hands at your side."
I stopped struggling and stood up, unable to understand my own actions. There was a chain around my neck. It felt cold and hard as it tightened. Domenic let go of my wrist. I wanted to punch him in his pale face, but I was a prisoner inside my own body, with no control over my own limbs. My arms were locked immobile at my side.
"Let me go before I fucking kill you," I said. I was trying to yell, but it came out a strangled growl. My jaw was clenched shut and I couldn't open it.
Domenic laughed at me and poked my chest with one finger. His fingernail was hard. Being poked by it felt like being jabbed with a real nail. Then he moved the finger up and traced my jawline. I could feel it scraping my skin like a knife. It wasn't just hard; it was also sharp.
"What do you want," I said, half-sobbing through clenched teeth. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but I was afraid, deathly afraid.
Whatever was happening to me, it couldn't be natural. Why couldn't I move? Did Domenic drug me?
"I have what I want," Domenic said. "I've placed the chain of servitude around your neck. I own you until I choose to release you."
"You'll never get away with this," I choked. "The RA is right next door."
"Kneel," Domenic said, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing down. I had no choice; so, I knelt.
"You're right," Domenic said. "Sebastian is next door. He could hear everything happening in this room if he went into our shared bathroom and pressed his ear against the door, but he won't."
Domenic took hold of the sides of my face and lifted my head until I could look into his eyes. In the dark, they were lambent purple, softly glowing in the indirect moonlight.
"Sebastian knows what you did to Simon – and to Kieran."
Shit! I thought. Sebastian knows what I did, and
he's set me up. He put me in the room with a psycho.
I started to protest that no one had any proof I'd done anything. It was their word against mine, but Domenic said, "No talking for now. I don't want to hear your lies. If Sebastian says that it's true, it's true. He knows how much my people despise dishonesty."
He ran one finger along my lips and then slipped it inside my mouth, probing and exploring as if he were checking the quality of my teeth. Despite the warmth in the room, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Why was I doing what he said? No drug could control me like this.
Domenic continued to speak, talking to me as if I were a rather dim student and he himself were a professor. "Sebastian needs you to be under control, and he's assigned me to do it. He can't have you beating up other students, causing trouble and raping harmless gay boys. There are many reasons why we don't want to attract the police."
He added, "You can talk now but you need to whisper. I want to have an honest discussion."
"I didn't do it," I whispered. I was hoarse because the chain wouldn't let me yell. "I did beat on Simon, but he was looking at me in that faggy way of his. But I didn't rape anyone, let alone a faggot. I wouldn't put ....."
My mouth slammed shut at a flick of Domenic's finger. The smaller man let his glamor fade. His real form had the same slight frame and slender form as his human disguise. His eyes were still purple, but the irises appeared to have grown to cover the whites. His upswept ears were lobeless and came to sharp points. His face was so symmetrical that it chilled my spine, and his mouth had sharp teeth, more like a cat's than a human's. His nails looked like claws.
"I love it when they lie to me," he said. He ran a clawed nail down my chest, drawing a thin trickle of blood.
I was panicking, on the edge of hysteria, as I was mumbled and shook my head, trying to deny everything. I could see that Domenic didn't believe me.
"I told you that Sebastian says that you did it," he said with a smile. "Sebastian wouldn't lie to me. He knows how much I hate lies."
One finger traced a line on my cheek, leaving a thin trickle of blood. Domenic waved a hand, and I was suddenly able to speak again. No longer trying to deny it, I said, "I can control myself. I've learned my lesson. Please. I'm sorry,"
"Too late," Domenic said. "You've already shown that you can't control yourself. Now I must take time out of my schedule to do it for you. I'll be in control, and you will do exactly what I say."
My eyes were burning, and my nose was tingling. I hadn't cried since I was little. My dad, Big John Mason, had only one answer for crying and that was to give you something to cry about. I'd learned to bottle up all my emotions except for anger; that emotion had been acceptable to Big John.
"You're doing this because I'm not a faggot like you and Sebastian," I forced out in a harsh whisper. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
Deep inside I knew his logic was flawed. Just like I knew that I'd enjoyed it every time I'd ever hit a fag. If only I could break free, I thought, I would gladly beat Domenic to an inch of his life, beat him harder than I had Simon.
"Calling me a faggot is funny," Domenic said. "First of all, that's much too simplistic. My people don't suffer the same need your people have to put things into tiny boxes. I'm eclectic in my tastes. Most human women, however, are too weak and fragile for me, so are most human men in fact. I like big, strong men like you. You can give me what I like without getting broken – at least not too broken."
Shit! I thought. This guy's going to rape me! I didn't notice that my cock was swelling.
"Stand up and take off your clothes," Domenic said.
"No. No. No," I repeated in a hushed voice, but I stood up and followed instructions. I couldn't make my body obey my own commands. I pulled my t-shirt off his and dropped it on the floor.
Domenic ran his fingers through my thick chest hair. He scraped his nails across my chest gently, leaving red marks but drawing no blood this time. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I slid my hands inside the waistband of my gray sweatpants and worked them over my hips. I let them fall. Domenic's nails moved lower, gently grazing my cock and grasping my heavy balls. They felt like needles poking into my scrotum. Despite the danger, and despite the gayness of the situation, I was already semi-hard, but I was getting harder.
Domenic moved behind me and said, "Put your hands behind your head."
With no choice, I immediately snapped to position. Domenic ran his nails down my mostly hairless back, down to my buttocks. He slapped them hard.
"I like a big meaty ass," Domenic almost purred. "All the better to grip my cock."
"No. No-o-o. I'm not gay," I whispered, but my cock was still growing.
"I don't believe you," Domenic whispered in my ear. "And even if you aren't, I don't care. If you don't get excited when sucking my cock, or when I plow that muscly ass of yours, I may believe you. But I still won't care."
Tears were pouring down my face, drenching my beard. "You put a chain on my neck that makes me a puppet," I said. "You'll just force my cock to get hard and pretend that means I'm gay, but I'm not."
I was clinging to that thought. I wasn't gay. I couldn't be gay. I knew that I'd hit Simon because he was perving on me, not because the smaller, prettier boy had made me stiffen when I saw him looking. And I'd hit Kieran because I hated the way he flaunted his gayness and shoved it in everyone's face. It was hitting him that made me hard, maybe thinking about hitting him before I did it.
Domenic walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. "Come over here," he said, "And suck my cock."
I walked like an automaton over to my bed, my legs moving at Domenic's volition, not my own. I dropped roughly to my knees, my hands moving on their own. I pulled down Domenic's shorts and revealed his raging erection. It was longer than my own six inches, but narrower. It was slightly pinker than the pale skin on his body, uncircumcised with a dark head, almost more purple than pink. It was surrounded by very short pubic hairs the same pale color as his head. I thought that he must trim them, but they were silky smooth.
I leaned forward and began to suck on the tip. Domenic's foreskin seemed to retract on its own. I wanted to bite the tip off. I imagined biting all the way through that hated cock, ripping it in half and spitting it on the floor.
"You can't hurt me by biting on my cock," Domenic said, smiling his predatory smile. "I may even like it, but if you do, I'll beat your cock with a hairbrush until it turns purple with bruises. Humans are so delicate."
I don't deserve this, I thought. Those guys had it coming. I wasn't sure that even I believed this story at anymore.
I sucked my roommate's cock gently, careful not to let my teeth touch it. Domenic's earlier boast seemed impossible, but I believed him. I believed that I wouldn't be able to damage that cock, and I believed that Domenic would hurt me if I tried. Domenic's hand pulled me closer. His cock began to slide deeper. It felt smooth, like a firm snake covered in silky skin. The shaft seemed to move in my mouth like a living thing, probing first one part of and then another. The entire experience was surreal. When it started to move into my throat, I started to gag and choke. My eyes bulged out and my face turned red. Domenic pulled out a little and I breathed a silent plea of thanks. But as soon as I'd caught my breath, Domenic plunged in again. The shaft seemed to bend to slide down my throat no matter what angle it entered my mouth. I was choking and gagging. Thick saliva was coming out of my throat with every cough.
Domenic grabbed my hair and turned my face up so that he was looking into my tear-filled eyes. His foot nudged my erection. It throbbed and leaked all over his foot.
He said, "You say you're not gay. I say you are. You may have to give a few blowjobs to overcome your conditioning, but we'll let the real you out."
Domenic tapped my nose. "Whatever you think, I will never use the chain to force your body to become aroused. When you become aroused, it will be because you are excited, that you like the things you're doing."
I wanted to object. I wanted to scream out that Domenic was wrong about me, but I couldn't. My mouth was full of his cock. This is so unfair! he thought. I had done nothing to deserve any of this.
With this last thought, I saw myself attacking Simon in the room, beating on him until I came in my pants. Domenic seemed to be in the background of my memory. "You think you don't deserve this?" He said laughing.
Then I saw myself attacking Kieran. I didn't have to look down to know that my own fully erect cock was about to explode. Was it the visions I'd seen in my mind? Was it the fact that I was being forced to suck my roommate's strangely sinuous cock? Was it the fact that I was being punished, and that deep down inside I knew that I deserved it?
My introspection was interrupted by a sharp smack across the face. Domenic looked down at me with a severe, almost feral expression. "Don't spill a single drop," he ordered.
Then a low growl escaped Domenic's lips and his cock began to pulse. I could feel every movement on my tongue and then my mouth was flooded with warm semen. I sucked it down as fast as it came. I didn't even know when my hand had slipped down to my own fat cock and had begun to stroke it. But I was getting close myself. As the flood of semen in my mouth slowly subsided, the taste began to overwhelm me. It didn't taste bad at all. My hand moved faster, and I felt my own orgasm approaching fast.
"Drop that thing between your legs!" I heard Domenic order. Immediately my hand released my cock, leaving me on edge. A shudder went down my spine and my breath caught in my throat.
Domenic gave me a stern look and then seemed to compose his thoughts. When he spoke, it was almost a recitation. "You have no choice but to obey me thanks to the chain of servitude, but I'll add others to that as well. You will follow any command given to you."
I felt a tightening in my mind as the command took hold of me.
Domenic continued, "You have lost the privilege of controlling your own body. From now on, you will not masturbate without my permission. You will not piss or shit without my permission. You will not eat without my permission."
I shuddered as my mind was fettered with three more bands of compulsion. With each command, a new fetter was added.
"You will admit to no one what has happened to you," Domenic said. To himself, he added, "That should satisfy the letter of the law, if not the spirit."
"You will not raise your hand, your feet or any other part of your body to commit a violent act. And you will never attempt to harm me," he said. "That last part is for your benefit, slave. You may not believe it yet, but it's true. I'm more dangerous than I appear."
After a moment's thought, he said. "You will take all your clothes off when you enter this room. You may not put clothing on this room without my permission."
"That should be all for now," he said. He slid himself back onto the bed and lay down on top of the blankets.
"I could make you sleep on the floor," he said, "but I've decided to be generous."
He rolled over on his stomach and spread his legs a little, revealing the firm globes of his hairless ass.
"Climb up behind me and lick my ass," he ordered.
I felt my body moving, but my mind was rebelling. I climbed onto the bed, spread Domenic's cheeks, and began to lick his ass. The taste wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. It wasn't that bad at all.
"Stick your tongue in there, as deep as you can," Domenic said. "I want you to tongue my ass for one hour. Then you can sleep."
I resigned myself to the task. The clock said 11:48. I got to work. I was relieved that it seemed clean in there. A shudder went through me at the thought. I felt Domenic grow still beneath me, like he was sleeping. I couldn't stop licking and tonguing his ass, the compulsion was on me. I watched the clock like a hawk for the first 20 minutes but doing so made me hold my neck at a difficult angle to see it, so eventually I settled and concentrated on the licking, ignoring the clock. I wasn't going to get a good night's sleep before the first day of classes, that was sure.
I wasn't watching the clock when the hour was up. One minute I was licking and tonguing Domenic's ass, my neck aching from the strange position I'd been forced to maintain so I could get my tongue in deep. Suddenly, I was able to move. I stopped licking and twisted my neck to stretch out the muscles. I was going to climb off Domenic's bed and go back to my own, but I couldn't. I could move around on the bed, but I couldn't move from my position behind my new master. I could think it, but I couldn't do it. I settled down to sleep, my head never more than a few inches from Domenic's ass.
Why did I have to do those things, I thought. I knew that I'd beaten Simon because he kept looking at me and it made me uncomfortable. But why had I raped Kieran. That made no sense. I wasn't a fag, but Kieran had made my dick harden. It wasn't that he looked girly. He didn't, no matter how often I used this lie to justify it in my mind. He definitely looked male. But there was something about him that affected me in a strange way. In high school, I had often hit girls because they weren't getting me fully aroused. I had hit Kieran because he had gotten me aroused.
As I was drifting off to sleep, I thought, just like
Simon made me hard when looked at me. Just like those other fags in high
school.
My last thought was, I'm not a fag.
Chapters in the College Magic Cycle
My
Roommate the Alchemist and Wishcraft
Here are the chapters of the College
Magic Cycle in order they should be read. All can be found in the
gay/sf-fantasy and gay/authoritarian sections of the NIFTY archive.
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 1
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 2
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 3
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 4
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5
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Wishcraft chapter 1
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 6
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 7
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Wishcraft chapter 2
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 8
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Wishcraft chapter 3
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 8
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Wishcraft chapter 4
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Elf Master chapter 1
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