Introduction

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For those who are following the college magic series from the gay/sf-fantasy side but may not be into more hard-core authoritarian scenarios, you may want to skip this storyline. Kyle and Domenic's relationship is in no way like that of Jason and Kieran or Alonzo and Erik. 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.

This cycle includes four storylines. The stories intertwine. They are listed in the College Magic Cycle folder in the suggested reading order.

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·         Several of the stories in the College Magic Cycle deal with transformation. Kieran got smaller, but it's not apparent to those who can't see through the velamen arcanum. Alonzo got smaller, but then he changed reality so that he had always been smaller. He did the same thing to Erik after making him grow from 66 inches to 77 inches.

·         I know that this story ends before the rest of the action. There is a reason for that in story and all will be revealed in Elf Master Chapter 11 when we get tale in flashback.

My Stories

·         College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·         Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·         Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·         Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·         Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·         Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·         Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·         Desert Heat (beginnings)

·         Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·         Constituent Services (Encounters)

Elf Master Chapter 11

Nico

Kyle came in late last night, later than I expected. According to the clock, it was 2:38 a.m. He'd been so tired that I let him go to bed immediately. Matt hadn't even bothered to come inside to make his excuses. But more pressing was the failure of Tairé and Gaviex to report in. I'd sent the two sprites to keep an eye on Kyle. It wasn't like them to be this irresponsible. They knew their duty to me.

Once Kyle fell asleep and his mind was no longer stirring the background Uíanch (what humans called the numina), I sat on the floor and opened my mind to the flow. Humans believed that the numina flow was a web of energy that connected all things, and they were half right. The Uíanch was the emanation from the source of all, the fabled well of life. We fey were connected to this emanaton in ways humans couldn't understand. I reached out through the Uíanch to contact my two missing sprites.

It was futile. They were nowhere to be found. They could be hiding from me, but that was unlikely. They could be dead, or they could be trapped. I was an expert in reading the Uíanch so I examined the tapestry of interflowing energies and saw the point when they'd disappeared. I stood and took a half step toward that point. Walking the Uíanch was difficult, but not impossible. Then I caught myself and stepped back. There was a dark knot of energy, as if something had been woven not with the Uíanch, but with its absence.

Someone had anticipated my move. I'd almost walked into a spirit trap that would have held me fast, cut off from the Uíanch until I was rescued from the outside. It was subtle and insidious. I'd almost missed it. This wasn't the work of the hunters. They had few mages among them and whoever did this had talent.

I lay down next to Kyle and stroked his forehead. There was something wrong with the flow of energy through his body. I ran a finger along the channel where the energy flowed. There was a blockage near his groin, in that place where his thigh met his pelvis. I could feel something obstructing the flow. I sent Kyle into a deeper sleep so I could touch him more freely without waking him.

And there it was. In a place that would escape a casual inspection, there were the tell-tale marks of a bite, two deep puncture wounds between an inch and two inches apart. The flow was disrupted because a small amount of venom was left in the wound. And the venom was causing a swelling that blocked the flow of blood from the wound. A vampire had bitten my slave, one of my sodales whom I had sworn to protect. And that vampire was likely the source of the trap as well. He must have been a master of shadow magic.

I slid my awareness into Kyle's dreamscape. He was focused on Simon as he so often was. The dream wasn't even sexual. Kyle was lying on the soft grass under the shade of a willow tree, and Simon was in his arms. They just lay there together, arm in arm, watching the river flow by. They were in a state of oneness that humans found so hard to achieve.

I looked around for the entrance to Kyle's memories. In this case, it was a simple door set between two trees. It was locked! Kyle had acquired mental shields to keep out intruders. But Kyle wore my chain which meant that I wasn't an intruder. I was entitled to be here. I opened the door and walked inside.

Kieran must have triggered the development of the shields. He was the one the mindmages were looking for, the bearer of the lost gift to draw out latent talent in others, the excitorgenius who could cause talent to blossom with the touch of his mind.

I had a fondness for mindmages. Almost all elves did. It's said that the earliest mindmages among humans had sprung from unions with our kind back in the old days when we were considered gods. In many ways, they were our children.

Kyle must have been a latent mind mage, his talent so deeply hidden that I had never noticed it. His talent was still weak, but it could grow with some tending. If I sent him to Rakesh, Rakesh would insist on removing the chains on Kyle's mind, and that would be no challenge for him. Maybe I could get Kieran could do it. He was inexperienced enough to make it an accomplishment if he succeeded.

Kyle's memory palace looked like a gym. There were naked men strolling around. Some had towels slung over their shoulders and some carried them in their hands. None of them bothered to cover their sex or their butt. That shouldn't have surprised me. The gym was probably the only place Kyle had been happy in school. He could see naked or near naked guys and still feel macho. Odds were that each of these guys represented a memory of some kind. But I didn't want a simple memory of a thing or idea; I needed a more detailed memory from last night.

I saw a simulacrum of Kyle, so I walked up to it and said, "I need to see the memories from last night."

The Dream Memory from Nico's Perspective as an Observer

The Kyle image led me to a side passage and then ushered me through a door. I saw everything that happened after Matt took possession of Kyle in my room. That Josh Higgins character was a slob. If Kyle could learn to love Josh's small and malodorous cock, he would truly have come to love cock in all its forms.

What interested me was the house. It was cold and dusty, and there was an aura of malaise. I couldn't have felt it in Kyle's memory if he hadn't registered it at least subconsciously, but I doubted he knew what he was sensing.

Kyle was naked and he was doing all the set-up work. Matt was supervising and Josh was walking around staring at Kyle's ass. He was pathetic, but he wasn't one of my sodales, so I didn't care. I could tell what Kyle was interested in by the way the point of view shifted when I didn't concentrate. And the point of view became focused on the guy walking down the stairs.

His name was Joe Peters, and he was good looking, although not so handsome as Kyle. He had short brown hair standing an inch tall on the top of his head and a fashionable fade on the sides. His eyes were blue, and his skin was fair. He was shorter than Kyle, but not by much.

He walked up to Matt and shook his hand.

"It's good to see you again, Matt," he said. "And this sexy beast doing all the work must be Kyle. He looks even better in person than he does on video. Do you ever let him wear clothes?"

"He's not my slave. My slave is Chrissy. You met him back at my apartment when we made the Panty Boy Jock video. Kyle belongs to a guy named Nico," Matt said. "But his master lent him to me today."

"So, I get to fuck this guy on camera?" Joe asked.

"Oh yeah, as soon as we get set up," Matt replied.

At that point Kyle's point of view became so strong that I let myself slide into it rather than fight it.

The Dream Memory from Kyle's Point of View

I'd been eyeing Joe Peters ever since he came into the room. He was a good-looking guy, although not as handsome as Terrence or Simon. He was fit and he filled out his genes well. There was something about him that seemed fatigued. His blue eyes were surrounded by dark puffy skin, like he hadn't slept well, and his words seemed a little slurred to me.

[Nico. It was easy to see that Joe had been enthralled by a vampire. And the lassitude I noticed in his movements probably meant that the vampire was feeding on him.]

Once I'd set the video cameras on the tripod, Josh took over getting them focused and ready to go. Matt pulled me aside and said, "Today's scenario is simple. You are a burglar who breaks into this house and gets caught. You need to protest when Joe makes you get undressed. Try to make the viewers believe you're not a cock-hungry bitch. Once he starts fucking you, you'll switch it around and beg him to fuck you harder."

It wasn't hard and it was the same as all Matt's other scenarios. I'd be sure to make him happy by throwing in a few comments about how I couldn't cum without a big dick in my ass. His videos made no sense, but they were hot. And apparently they were making Matt some money.

I was allowed to put on black sweatpants and black hoodie along with some black sneakers. Since Joe looked hot, this wasn't going to be difficult at all. I was already hard inside the sweats when it came time to start filming. I went outside and crawled in through an unlocked window. Then I started sneaking around, looking through drawers.

These videos lacked plot and the dialogue was mostly impromptu, but the amusing thing was that I enjoyed doing them. It was fun in its own way.

When I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a massive dildo that was still in the box, the shock on my face was real. I'd never seen one so big. I went off script and opened the box. The damned thing was a monster. According to the box, the insertable part of the dildo was 15 inches and it was 8.75 inches in circumference.

When Joe came downstairs and turned on the overhead light, I jumped and tried to hide the dildo behind my back. Joe was quick on the uptake. He joined right in with me.

He pointed a gun in my direction and said, "Stop what you're doing and put your hands in the air!"

I raised my hands tentatively, the massive dildo clutched on my right hand.

Joe smiled and said, "Put the big cock on the table and then take off the hoodie."

I did and then Joe tossed me some handcuffs. "Put these on behind your back and then turn around," he ordered.

The cuffs weren't toys. They were cold metal, and they snapped closed with an audible click. Joe strode forward and put his gun on top of a bookshelf, well out of reach of a man with his hands cuffed behind his back. Then he strode over and pushed me backward onto the floor. I landed hard and my breath was knocked out of my body. Joe straddled me and put one booted foot on my cock and pressed hard.

"You think you can just stroll into my house and steal my stuff, punk? I don't care how big you are. I'm taking you down," he snarled.

He grabbed the giant dildo and then dropped onto my abdomen with all his weight. I'd barely caught my breath before it was forced out of me again in a loud "Ooooph"! Before I could react, Joe smacked me in the face with that dildo. He wasn't playing around. It hurt.

"I'll show you what I do to punks like you!" he said.

He slapped me a few more times before turning around and planting his jeans covered butt on my face. I could smell his musty ass and it triggered me. My traitorous cock rose to full erection. Even though my vision was obscured by Joe's meaty and muscular ass, I knew that my hardon could be seen tenting the sweatpants.

"You must like this, Bitch," Joe snarled.

He slapped my cock with his hand a few times and then hit it hard with the dildo.

"Mmphwugh!" I mumbled into his ass.

Then he hit me again and again until I was writhing around trying unsuccessfully to avoid the next blow. My erection didn't wilt, not even when he struck my balls a few times.

He paused and then I could feel him working the sweatpants down over my butt and then down to my ankles. He grabbed my cock firmly and squeezed it. Joe was like Gideon. He pushed me right up to my limit, and then went just a little bit farther.

Joe jumped up and moved to my ankles. He used one foot on the ground and one foot on my balls to balance himself as he pulled my old sneakers off my feet and tossed them aside. I flailed my legs and pretended to fight, but he yanked the sweatpants off next, leaving me completely naked.

I could see Joe's brain working overtime when he saw that my body was completely hairless. There was no way that Matt's script made sense. I was supposed to be a straight guy who discovered a love of dick while being fucked and abused. No one would buy that scenario. So, Joe just changed it on the fly.

"I bet you think you're a bad ass top, an ass-fucking master, but your hairless ass and cock tells me all I need to know about you. You can pretend all you want, but I know that you really want to get your hole destroyed tonight," he said.

"No! I don't take it up the ass!" I shouted.

Joe sneered and said, "You do tonight. You're built like a goddamned jock, but deep inside you're just a jock bitch boy who wants nothing more than a big cock up his ass."

Damn. He'd pegged me almost to a tee, I thought. I do love having a big cock up my ass. It made me feel more alive than I could possibly have imagined back when I was trying to convince myself I was straight. Of course, I would love to get a chance to try it the other way again. The one time I'd been allowed to fuck someone had blown my mind.

[Nico. Kyle was craving another chance to top. That didn't surprise me. He wasn't a pure bottom boy. Mostly I thought, but not completely. For now, he would have to wait. I wanted him needy so he would be desperate to seek a way out of his enslavement. Gideon would give him a taste of what he needed and that would whet his appetite.]

Joe held that monstrous dildo to my lips and said, "Open that cocksucking mouth and make love to this baby before it goes up your ass."

I decided to make the scene more exciting, so I clenched my jaw shut and shook my head, playing up my character as a top who refuses to submit. It was hard to do. Even though it was fake, I wanted to wrap my lips around it and see what it felt like.

Joe slapped my face with the dildo again and again. He wasn't playing around. He hit me hard. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was enjoying it, and I was willing to bet that he could see that I was enjoying it too. There was a part of me that liked this rough play, that needed to feel the blows. I didn't understand it, but it was an integral part of who I was.

Joe grabbed my jaw and squeezed until I couldn't keep it closed. He pushed the head into my lips. I pretended to fight it off, but I let him push it inside me. Neither Elijah nor Matt, the two biggest guys I'd ever been with, had stretched my jaw that much.

"That's a good bitch," Joe said. "I'm going to teach you not to break into other people's houses. Choke on this big cock."

He pushed it farther back into my throat and I gagged and choked. We played that scene for several minutes, Joe gagged me with the dildo until I coughed up thick phlegm and then did it again. Then he yanked it out and attached it to the floor with its broad suction cup.

"I'm going to take it easy on you, Bitch. I'm going to lube this thing up before you sit on it," Joe said. "But only if you beg me nicely."

"Please, Sir," I begged. "If I'm going to have to sit on that thing, please coat it good with lube."

"You don't have to sit on it," Joe said. "You get to sit on it. Tell me how much you want it up your ass, and you'd better make me believe it."

"I don't want it up my ass," I insisted. "I've never had anything up there before."

I was lying, of course, in both statements. I did want to try and take that whole thing up my ass, and I'd had a lot of cocks inside me over the last few weeks. My cock was hard, red, and throbbing. I could see Josh focusing the camera on it.

Joe poked my erection with his foot, making it bounce and leak precum.

"You aren't fooling anyone, Bitch. If you don't stop lying to yourself you're going to regret it. Tell me how much you want that big cock up your ass. If, and only if, you make me believe it, I'll lube it up first. Either way, it's going inside you all the way down to its big plastic balls," he said.

"I want it, Sir," I said.

"It doesn't sound like you mean it, Bitch," Joe said with a shrug. "So, I guess it's going in dry."

"No, Sir, please!" I begged. "I ... I want it, Sir. I've never had anything inside me bigger than my boyfriend's tongue, but I've always wondered what it would feel like. Please let me sit on it. I want to feel it busting my ass."

"And you'll keep at it until it goes in balls deep?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir! Balls deep, Sir!" I shouted.

Joe took a big bottle of lube and slathered it with a thick coating. While Josh had the camera focused on the dildo, Matt moved up behind me and made me bend over. He started working more lube up my ass.

"This is hot, Kyle," he whispered. "And your costar is hot as well. His cock is bigger than yours, but it's still smaller than mine, and we have a surprise for you later in the video."

Matt finished preparing me and got out of the way before Josh turned the camera back in my direction.

"Sit on it, Bitch. Take the whole thing," Joe said.

"Are you going to uncuff me, Sir?" I asked.

"Not a chance," Joe sneered. "You stay in cuffs until my boyfriend gets home. You can reach far enough to spread those cheeks."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

Then I moved to squat over the cock. I used my hands to spread my cheeks as far as I could get them. Josh moved around with the camera to get a close-up view of the head working its way inside me. The cock was bigger than Matt's, but not by that much. I moaned and groaned and played it up as I pressed down and let the head slide inside my hole.

I could see Joe starting to unbutton his shirt, but Matt stopped him. They were off camera at the time. Matt was gesturing toward the center of the room where we were filming. I couldn't hear his words, but I could see his gestures. He must have been telling Joe he wanted to get him on video undressing.

It took me ten minutes to get that massive dildo up my ass. Josh took close shots of my ass, while my hole stretched to accommodate its girth, and especially once my ass began swallowing those 15 inches. Matt used a different camera to take close shots of my face and to catch Joe stripping his clothes off.

Without clothes, Joe was impressive indeed. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, and less broad through the shoulders, but he was totally ripped. I could see the outline of each muscle group under his skin as he moved. He must have spent a lot of time working out. I started to drool at the sight.

Without thinking about it, I licked my lips when he pulled his briefs down and his cock flopped out. It was nowhere near the size of the dildo I was working into my ass, but it was a couple of inches longer than mine, probably eight inches. And it was uncut, my favorite.

Joe strode over to me, his erection bobbing with each step. He held it out and rubbed precum on my lips. I lunged and tried to swallow it, but he laughed and pulled back.

"Jock Bitch Boy!" he sneered.

Then he peeled back the foreskin, revealing the head. He stroked it a couple of times, covering and then uncovering the tip. I pearl of precum formed at the end.

"Please, Sir," I said, "let me suck it. I need to suck it."

I wasn't lying. Seeing that cock just inches from lips, inhaling the slight aroma of jock sweat and masculine musk, my mind was reeling.

"Sit on that dildo now, Bitch," Joe snarled.

I wanted to thank him. I was still struggling to fit the last six inches of the dildo inside me. My inner sphincter was refusing to cooperate. But I wore my master's chain, and it compelled me to obey any man who gave me an order. With Joe's word's, I could feel the chains tighten in my mind. For a brief instant, I felt like I could resist the command, but the compulsion took over and my muscles moved of their own accord. I slammed down to the root and took the last half foot in one motion.

"Aaargh!" I screamed.

It hurt like someone was ramming a baseball bat inside me, but the compulsion affected my involuntary muscles as well. My inner sphincter opened and let the dildo slide home.

"Now you can suck my cock, Bitch," Joe said with a smile.

I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. I'd discovered not only that I had a talent for cocksucking, but a passion as well. I used every trick that Gideon had taught me, and Joe was clearly enjoying the things I did to his cock with my tongue. He was moaning and murmuring encouraging phrases.

"That's the way, Bitch!"

"You have one talented mouth."

"Use that tongue! Make your master feel good!"

"A bitch like you is wasted in college. You should be selling blowjobs for a living. It's what you're good at."

That last statement hit a little too close to home. All my life everyone had assumed that I wasn't good for much. But dammit! I was getting good grades. I loved sucking cock, and especially taking it up the ass, but I knew I was worth more than that.

But no matter how much those words rankled, their demeaning harshness was turning me on. Something inside me liked feeling humiliated and demeaned. No! I thought. That wasn't quite true. Something inside me liked that feeling when it was a game, sexual play. With that revelation, Joe's words stopped hurting me, and they turned me on even more.

The scene went on in that way for about ten minutes. Joe had remarkable stamina. Whenever he got too close to cumming, he would pull out and pinch my nipples or shove his fingers into my mouth until his urgency diminished. When he came, he made me hold it in my mouth so Josh could get a close shot of my tongue covered in his cum.

At that point, Matt joined the scene. He had changed into sweats and a tee shirt, and he'd sprayed his body with water so that it looked like he was drenched in sweat from a heavy workout. He strolled in and tried to take charge.

He threw his arm around Joe's shoulders and asked, "This looks like fun. What do we have here, lover?"

Joe didn't slip out of character. He shoved his cock in my mouth and said, "Clean it off, Bitch."

Then he turned toward Matt and said, "I caught this burglar in the act, so I decided to teach him a lesson. He's riding the Anal Destroyer 15 right now."

They bantered back and forth for a while. Then Matt took his clothes off. His cock was a few inches bigger than Joe's, so he made sure that it could be seen in profile, pushing the pouch of his jock away from his body. His cock was impressive, but he couldn't possibly realize how bad he looked standing next to Joe. His body was muscular enough, but it lacked Joe's definition. Joe had a light dusting of hair that made him look manly, and Matt was covered in a pelt of thick hair that made him look older and obscured what definition he did have. Joe was handsome; Matt was not.

"He looks like a jock, but one look at that big dildo and he couldn't wait to get it in his ass," Joe said.

I couldn't protest. It was true. Even if it weren't, and even if the chain would allow me to contradict a man, the look on my face as I rode those fifteen inches would have told the audience the truth. The feeling of that massive dildo going in and out of my ass, pressing against my prostate and punching through that inner sphincter with each downthrust was making my mind reel.

"He's just like you, lover," Matt said with a smile.

But Joe was better at verbal sparring than Matt was. He smiled back and said, "You always say that, Cubby, but you're the one who always ends up on his back giving his pussy a workout."

I sucked Matt's dick on camera. He was trying to reassert himself as the Dom in the room by making me gag on his cock. When he came, he pulled out and shot on my face. Then he used his cock to clean it up, sticking it inside my mouth for a washing after each swipe.

Matt lay down on the floor and said, "Now for your treat, Bitch. Get off that fake cock and on mine."

I was unsteady from the constant pounding of my ass. Having my hands handcuffed behind me didn't help either. Joe helped me stand up and then bent me over to show my gaping hole to the camera. He fingered my loose tunnel for a minute before leading me over and helping me to take Matt's 10 inches inside me. After that monster dildo, I had no trouble getting Matt inside me.

"And now you're going to get a special treat, Bitch," Matt said, pulling me forward and kissing me.

Matt had never kissed me before. I'd assumed that he was too "macho" to kiss. He wasn't very good at it, but what he lacked in skill, he more than made up for in dominance. He crushed my lips and bit them. It felt pretty good.

Then I felt Joe's fingers stroking my sensitive hole. He was working more lube inside me. It felt cool and soothing. And I'd been stretched enough tonight that it didn't hurt when he slid it inside me alongside Matt's dick. He added another finger, and then another. And that's when I realized what was coming.

"Please, Sirs, don't do this to me," I said. "I'm not sure I can take both of you at the same time. Both your cocks are huge and..."

Matt put his hand over my mouth and said, "Shut up and take it like the bitch you are. No matter how much you protest, both cocks are going inside you. And I hope your hole gets destroyed when we fuck. I hope you're gaping for a week."

With that, Joe lined himself up and forced his cock inside me. The dildo had been just under three inches wide, but Joe and Matt together must have been more than four. It hurt like hell, although not as much as Gideon's arm had.

Matt whispered, "Don't you dare get soft. Your dick stays hard, and you don't cum until I order you to."

The chain compelled me to obey, its power extended even to my dick. I had begun to wilt from the sharp pain, but my erection returned to full rigidity.

Joe wasn't cruel like Matt. He used his hands to tease my body, and he used his words to make me feel good.

"You are a very sexy bitch."

"I love the way your muscles move under my hands."

"I could have cum just from watching you ride that dildo."

They pulled me off their cocks and made me kneel. Then they shot their loads all over my face. Joe released the handcuffs and the feeling returned to my wrists. I rubbed them for a few minutes and then I started wiping the cum off my face with my fingers and sucking them clean.

The Dream Memory from Nico's Point of View

I was able to disentangle myself from Kyle's dream self now that the intensity had diminished. Once again I was observing the action from outside him.

Matt produced the contract for everyone to sign. Joe was getting paid $250 dollars for his performance, but Kyle was getting $1. One clause was a statement that all acts had been consensual, and compensation had been fair.

Joe said, "I want you to meet my roommate."

And that was where the memory ended. I found myself standing in the hallway of Kyle's dream palace. The attendant, who looked just like Kyle, was standing next to me.

"Where's the rest of the memory?" I asked.

"That's all there is," the attendant insisted.

"There's no memory of you returning to the dorm, or whom you met in that room?" I asked.

"That's all there is," the attendant insisted.

I exited the dreamscape and went to examine Kyle's sleeping form. He seemed to be at peace. The more I learned about him, the more amazed I was with his progress. He'd come so far in just a few weeks. I'd thought he would take months, or all year, to get where he was today. The reason for his progress was two-fold. First he really wanted to change. Second, deep inside, he'd always been this caring boy who craved love and affection. He'd been bullied, first by his brothers and then by himself, until he couldn't express who he was.

He and Kieran were so similar in so many ways. Deeply closeted gay boys who'd been raised in a homophobic environment, they'd been forced to hide who they were. Both had been jocks in high school. Of course, Kieran hadn't hidden from himself the same way or at least not to the same degree that Kyle had. But then Kyle had been forced to behave in hateful and bigoted ways.

Everyone cooed over Kieran's hang ups, but they blamed Kyle for his. They coddled Kieran because he looked and acted like a boy. Kyle wasn't but a few months older than Kieran, but people looked at him and saw a young man, even though he was just a boy himself; Simon saw it, Terrence saw it, I saw it, even Elijah saw it. No one else did.

I let my fingers trace Kyle's body. I could feel his musculature under the skin, and even more importantly, I could feel the nascent power of his energy body. As his own talents were awakened, he was growing. His talents were weak enough that they would have been undetectable until awakened. And that was Kieran's doing. When Kyle and Kieran shared dreamscapes, Kieran's innate talents as an excitorgenius, or "Liberator of Talent", had drawn Kyle's latent potential into the earliest stages of what the mind mages called operantia. He may never become a skilled mind mage, but he would still need training. The elven way was different. I wouldn't be able to mentor him. That bore thinking about.

I wanted to consult with Jason. He was arrogant, but he knew his alchemy. He'd be able to tell me right away if what I suspected was true. But Jason was at his alchemy house. What I needed wasn't Sebastian's specialty either, but I knew whom to talk to.

I turned invisible and left the room. I touched the wood of the correct door and whispered to it. The wood relayed that two men were inside and that one of them was awake. I knocked.

Marvin answered the door wearing only a tee shirt and briefs. His hair was sticking up on one side of his head, and he had a sleepy look in his eyes. I allowed myself to be seen.

"Nico," he said with a start. "It's early. What do you need?"

"It's my slave, Kyle," I said. "I need to know if something foreign has been introduced into his blood."

"What do you suspect?" he asked. "Is it serious?"

"It could be," I replied. "But I don't want to prejudice your results ahead of time. There could be more than one substance."

Marvin looked at his watch. It was a mage watch with a large Roman numeral in the center of the dial. It had a narrow purple band running along its outer edge to show the minutes and the date in smaller letters under the central display. I could tell that it was a quarter before six in the morning.

"It had better be important," he said. "I must get some studying done before class. I have a microbiology exam at nine."

"I think that it is. And I won't expect your help for free. I can owe you a favor, or I can send some money your way," I said. "In either case, let me take the fatigue you are suffering so you can study more effectively once you're done."

"Okay," he said. "Let me grab my robe and my healer's lens."

In a moment we were back in my room. I put a hand on Marvin's shoulder and said, "Let me have your fatigue."

He nodded and I touched his forehead between his eyes, drawing out a lambent thread that I tied in a knot before pocketing it. Marvin perked up immediately, the drowsiness disappearing from his eyes.

"That's better than a cup of coffee," Marvin said, shaking his head. Then he looked worried and asked, "What are you going to do with that?"

I held up a hand and said, "I promise not to return it to you ninefold as would be polite if you had lent it to me. Instead, I will probably gift it freely to someone who convinces me that they deserve it."

He sighed and said, "Let me take a look at Kyle."

He cast a couple of divinatory spells and then used his lens to examine the body.

"He has some high levels of lactic acid built up in his muscles. He may be working too hard," Marvin said.

I replied, "I've been distracted this morning. Usually, I remove all traces of muscle fatigue before he wakes up."

"And... when did Kyle Mason become a mage? He's not on my list."

"He is a recently awakened mind mage, but his talent is extraordinarily weak," I replied.

"Hmm," Marvin said. "His body shows contamination from vampire blood and ... whoa! He's also contaminated with arcane moly. What in Tartarus is this?"

"I think a vampire has put a spell on him using his own blood. The moly elixir was probably added later," I said.

"Nico, this is serious. You must tell Sebastian this morning. Moly elixir interferes with magic, and it can knock a mage out for an hour so if it's administered properly, but from what I understand, it can be serious if an elf like you even got a little on you," he said.

And he was right, of course. I wondered what command had been embedded in Kyle to make him get his blood on me. It wouldn't matter. I would cancel it. There was a vampire in town, and he was after me specifically. Why?

"I can't fix this," Marvin said. "Some things can get around arcane moly. Blood magic could; that's what the vampire must have used. Potions could work if they were made with arcane moly as an ingredient, but few mages can master that skill. Magic items that have already been affixed could bypass the effects."

He gave my chain of servitude a disapproving look. And then shrugged.

"Do you want money, or do you want to claim a favor?" I asked.

Marvin blushed and said, "If you don't mind, I could use the money."

The Oswalds weren't among the richest of mage families. I knew he was 21, so I told him, "Buy a lottery ticket. A scratcher, not a ticket for the drawing. It will be a winner."

The big drawings were magically warded to keep mages from attracting too much attention. If all the winners were mages, the list of winners would be a list of mages, even if no one knew what the list represented. But I could send some luck his way with a ritual, and he would win a tidy sum.

"Don't buy the ticket until after midday today," I said. "I'll have performed the ritual by then."

He smiled and thanked me before leaving.

I pulled out a pair of those white disposable gloves humans use to stop the spread of disease. They barely fit because my hands were narrow and my fingers were long, but they would keep me from touching any unseen blood. I traced my fingers along the energy paths in Kyle's body and drew out the pain and suffering from his muscles. I left the dull throb in his sexy hole because I knew that he liked that feeling. Then I checked for minor tears in muscles or tendons from the heavy exercise program he was following. He had no idea how many things I did for him when he was asleep, and I was bored.

Just before waking him up, I brushed his temple and said, "Whatever orders you were given by the vampire, you will resist."

 

Kyle

"Get up slave!"

A painful slap to my butt woke me up. It was the way I woke up every morning. Sometimes I thought that Master just liked bullying me and bossing me around. I rolled out of bed and knelt before him. I pressed my face to his feet and kissed them.

"You're in a good mood today," Master said.

"Yes, Master, I am," I replied.

I did feel good today. I didn't have much muscle pain, and I felt powerful, like all my muscles were supercharged. Even my hearing and vision seemed sharper.

When my master ordered me to rise and suck his cock, I devoured him like a starving man. I used all the tricks I'd learned from Gideon, and I knew by now exactly what my master liked. For some reason, I had a particular need to please him today. I bit down on his cock with enough force to make a human scream bloody murder, but Master was hard to hurt, and he liked the sensation.

A voice at the back of my head whispered, bite your cheek hard and spread the blood on his cock.

I started to comply and then my own inner voice said, I don't think so. Why would I do something like that?

The urge to follow that command continued like a dull throb in the back of my mind, but I was able to ignore it. I sucked my master until he came down my throat. Then he ordered me to shower, douche and make my breakfast smoothie. I did it with a smile on my face. I grimaced when I pinched the flab on my waist, but I felt too good to let it get me down. I'd lost a lot of weight, but that last ten to fifteen pounds was the hardest to shed.

I was getting ready to meet up with Simon for our workout when my phone announced a new text message. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was Simon.

"Sorry, Kyle, I'm off campus on pack business and can't get back on time. I want to make it up to you tomorrow. Ask Nico if we can run the trail through the woods. I want to do the 10K trail and take you to lunch."

I was disappointed, of course, but it meant that I wouldn't have to rush things with Simon. I had soccer practice in an hour and a half. I put my phone down and knelt before my master. I begged him to allow me to run with Simon tomorrow. He stared at me with narrowed eyes, and I was sure he was going to say "no". But then he sighed and said "yes" instead.

I decided to be extra good this morning so my master would be pleased with my behavior. I stripped down and sat on my dildo while I checked my email. Master had exchanged it for an even bigger one, but it was still smaller than the monster I'd taken last night. There was a dull throb but no real pain.

There was a reminder about soccer practices for the weekend and coming week. More announcements about the Family and Friend Weekend in two weeks. Some notes from classmates. Some pictures taken by Tristan of me and Simon at the health trail. My hands were all over Simon, but Simon was smiling. The message read, "I saw you two while I was taking pictures for my photography class. PURE HOTNESS!!!"

There was also a message from Andy.

We have success, Kyle! Dad signed the paperwork. The documents are attached for your e-signature. Please do it as soon as possible. Once you do, you will be 10% owner of Mason Holding Company, the new company that owns the auto dealerships, the rental properties, the radio stations, and all other assets. Dad kept 50% of the company that he'll probably use like a sledgehammer to try and make us toe the line.

If you want to come out to Dad, we can do it together over Thanksgiving Break. I can wait that long but Ernie and I want to be out before Christmas this year.

Send me some pictures of you and your hot college friends. I'm sending you some more pictures of me and Ernie.

Love Andy

BTW, call Nancy! Talk to her. I did. You won't be disappointed. Also, Eddy surprised me by being on the right side of this business restructuring. He helped me convince Dad to do it, but damn if he didn't make me nervous the way he kept looking at me.

I looked at the pictures before signing the document. In almost every image, Ernie had his hands on Andy, not necessarily in a sexual way, just in a friendly or maybe mildly possessive sort of way. As I'd mentioned before, Andy was the smallest one in the family. He was seven inches shorter than me and probably didn't weigh more than 130 pounds, 140 at the most. He was also the fairest, with pale blue eyes and blond hair. When he was younger, he wore his hair short like Dad insisted, but I could see now that it was down to his shoulders.

Ernie was bigger. I knew that he was a couple of inches shorter than me, but he was fit. He probably weighed 160 pounds or so. Dad hated him because his skin was dark. He was an American Indian, but his tribe had taken in a lot of escaped African slaves back in the day. I thought Ernie was one of the sexiest men I'd ever seen, with his high cheekbones and brown skin. His hair was curly, but not tightly curled like many black men. He wore it in a braid.

I enjoyed seeing Andy so happy. He'd been a total emo teen when we were growing up. He was smiling in every picture. I couldn't recall ever having seen Andy smile when we were growing up.

A handful of pictures were more risqué. One must have been taken at a Renaissance Festival. Andy and Ernie were both in medieval costume. Ernie was sitting behind Andy with his arms around him. Andy was leaning back against Ernie and Ernie had one hand on Andy's chest, pinching his nipple through his shirt and the other in Andy's lap, covering his codpiece.

Another showed the two of them at a party. Ernie was dressed like a football player and Andy was dressed in booty shorts, an open vest, and a pair of knee-high moccasins with fringe. I had no idea what he was supposed to be, but Ernie was holding one of Andy's legs in the air, while Andy's other leg was curled around and held off the ground. He had an arm around Ernie's neck and Ernie's other arm was around his waist. Maybe they were dancing. A couple of things drew my attention. Andy's body looked hairless like mine, and he had the biggest bulge I'd ever seen on a guy his size. If this picture was to be believed, my shrimpy brother was packing a lot in those tiny shorts.

I flipped through the rest of the pictures and then saved them to my computer. Finally, I electronically signed the document. The financial report said that the next quarterly share would be deposited in my bank account on the 5^th of October (a couple of weeks away) and it was estimated to be $8,653.84. That was for the four weeks I would be vested in my stock. The full amount would have been $37,500.00 if I had been vested for the entire quarter.

A note from the financial manager said that Dad would no longer be covering expenses and that I should seek financial planning. I was free of Dad's control. If the business stayed healthy, I could expect $150,000 dollars each year. Dad had never given us that much before. Andy must have been very persuasive.

I didn't have many non-pornographic pictures of myself, so I sent the exercise pictures Tristan had sent me. I told myself I would make sure to get some that would be appropriate to share.

I texted Nancy. She was eight years older than me, and two years older than Andy. It felt strange to be texting my sister while I was sitting naked on a dildo, my cock erect and leaking precum. She had always seemed like an adult to me when I was a kid.

"Good morning. I just wanted to touch base with you and see how you were doing. College has been an eye-opening experience for me. I've already changed so much you wouldn't believe it. I'm getting an A in every class, and I've lost weight. And being around so many different people, my attitudes have been changing as well. How are Gus and the kids? BTW. Andy suggested that I contact you. He and I have been talking. He seems different. I think maybe he and I are more alike than I thought we were back in school. I have a roommate who reminds me of Andy's roommate Ernie in some ways. And one of my best friends is a black guy from Chicago."

That was about as close as I could come to telling her exactly how I'd changed. Nancy had been the one who'd always told me not to be so racist because she knew "that wasn't who I really was". I knew that she had secretly dated a black guy in high school, but Eddie and some guys had roughed him up until he backed off. And her husband Gus was a nice guy too.

Then I texted Andy.

"Thank you so much for all the work you did for us all. I really appreciate it. I also enjoyed the pictures you sent. You and Ernie look good together, but bro, you are SUPER GAY in those pictures. BTW, I texted Nancy and told her that I had changed in college. I didn't say how I'd changed."

And that was that. I did some extra reading for my business class, one of the books on leadership that had been recommended reading, but not required. And that alone was proof of how much I'd changed since high school. I owed it all to my master. He hated me and wanted to see me suffer, but he was the reason I had taken classes seriously from the beginning.

I got up from the chair and knelt by my master. He put a hand on my head and said, "Yes?"

"I want to thank you, Master. I know you don't like me very much, but you've helped me a lot this year. I want you to know how much I appreciate it," I said.

Master replied, "You're ... you're partially right. And I appreciate your gratitude. You need to get dressed now so you can get to soccer practice. And you should know that I'm going to punish you if the team loses the game next Wednesday."

Master was smiling, but his smile never looked friendly, even in human form. In his elf form, I could see his sharp feline teeth.

"Yes, Master," I said. "I'll try my best."

I got dressed as quickly as possible. I had no underwear, but Buckwalder laid out a black jock with a different stitching that said, "Kyle Morgan, Sport Boy". He'd even laid out a cup to protect my groin while practicing. How sad was it that I was overwhelmed with gratitude for these little gestures. I looked over at the little guy and said, "Thank you, Buckwalder. I appreciate everything you do for me."

He patted my bare thigh and blushed, then he disappeared. He never did it while you were looking at him, but the moment you looked away, he was gone. I put my soccer uniform on. It was great to wear clothes that were a little less revealing. (Although I was getting proud of my body and secretly I loved the attention). I also got to wear socks. They were soccer socks, and they came up to my knees, but when I glanced in the mirror, I liked the look.

I put my phone in my backpack and was about to leave when Master called out, "Take a towel and the change of clothes Buckwalder has laid out for you. You will shower with the team after practice, and if any of your teammates ask, you will suck their cocks. You don't have to offer today, but some of them may want more than a blowjob. Be good to your teammates and take care of their needs."

Master wouldn't let me have a single college experience where I wasn't reminded that I was a sex slave. I'd seen some of the guys on the team and I would gladly drop to my knees and suck a load out of any of them, but I did wish that I could just be one of the guys. I'd probably end up being the team bitch before too long. But if I really hated that thought so much, why was my dick getting hard?

I was the fourteenth member of the team. Rules required eleven on the field at a time (you could play with as few as seven, but you'd be at a disadvantage). Coach Adams wanted to get at least two more so he could substitute players when someone was tired, injured or had a bad day.

I was still learning everyone's name, but I'd met some of the guys when I tried out. Cameron wasn't here today. He must have had something important because he was soccer crazy. I kind of knew Jake Miller; he was one of the nerd squad who'd used me in Josh Higgins' dorm. Ryan Masters had used me in the gym bathroom on Thursday. Aidan Stringer, Chuck Burns and Edgar Krause were werewolves who'd had their way with me that night in the woods. If Elijah were here (he was an academic coach for the team) that would be six guys who'd fucked me already. Turns out,I was on my way to being the team bitch already.

We got started in practice. Running was easy, or at least it would have been if Aidan, Chuck, and Edgar hadn't surrounded me on three sides and began crowding me. Aidan was on my right. In a low voice that wouldn't carry far he said, "Your ass looks better than it did that night in the woods. The way your cheeks keep flashing at me makes me want to do you right here on this track. Your shorts are so small they look like rugby shorts."

I hadn't thought about the fact that my shorts were several inches shorter than the other guys. I'd assumed it was because I was taller, but Aidan was only two inches shorter than me, and his shorts were proportional. It must have been Buckwalder. He always adjusted my clothes to make them more revealing.

I tried to think what Simon would say in this instance. He had a smart mouth and a quick wit.

"Some of us have no reason to hide our bodies, Sir." I said. "If you've got it, show it."

"Yeah, I'll bet you can't wait to get my fuck stick inside you again, Jock Bitch Boy," Aidan said with a smile.

Without warning, he shoved his hand down the back of my shorts and rubbed my hole. When he felt the lube on my hole, he gave an even bigger smile. I hadn't done it for him. I always lubed before leaving the room.

"Maybe next time we both run the track naked and let the audience decide who has no reason to be embarrassed," he said.

"Speaking of audiences, Boss, you're going to make Chase cry if you keep fingering the jock bitch," Chuck said.

Aidan turned and waved to a skinny emo kid in the stands and then blew him a kiss. The boy perked up after that and even jumped up and down when Aidan pulled ahead of me on the track.

I noticed that Tristan was sitting not too far away from Aidan's boy. He had a camera with a telephoto lens, and he was snapping pictures of all the players. He stopped long enough to give me a wave and a smile before resuming his work. I knew that his photos had already appeared in the school paper this year.

Almost everyone was friendly except for the werewolves, who may have been trying to be friendly in their own wolfish way. The exception was the smallest player on the team. His name was Silvan Reynard, and he was about Simon's height and weight. He seemed skittish around me and went out of his way to avoid me. When it looked like we'd be paired up for passing drills, he jumped to a different place in line. I had no idea what his problem with me was.

James McManus and I were paired. He stood my height, and he had a good build, so coach must have assumed we would work well together during drills. At first I kept missing the ball, or I sent it spinning off to one side, but James was patient. He called his friend Amir over and had him roll balls gently in my direction while he stood behind me and guided my leg to connect in the right spot to send the ball where I wanted it to go.

He was helping a lot, but I couldn't help but get distracted by the feeling of James's hand running along my thigh. And he waited until I had some idea of what I was doing before he ran his hand all the way up under my shorts and stroked my cheek with his finger.

"I love the look and the feel of a smooth boy," he said. "Are you smooth front and back, like Amir? He knows how to keep his man excited. Do you excite your man?"

The chain made it uncomfortable for me to even lie by omission.

"Completely smooth, Sir," I replied.

"I already knew that, Jock Bitch Boy," he said with a smile. "I've seen your website. You must love punishment the way you get off on it in those videos."

Amir gave him a look and said, "We're supposed to be practicing passing, not making passes."

James chuckled and said, "I like to watch, but Amir would cry if I made him do those things. He's a soft boy, even if he does love sports."

Amir stuck his tongue out and gave his boyfriend a pouty look, but it quickly turned back into a smile. James and I went back to passing the ball. I had to be careful because I was used to football. I'd spent some time as a kicker on my team. Several times I kicked the ball hard enough that it flew too high for a pass.

I thought that I did best when practicing catching the ball. No matter how hard it came at me, I wasn't afraid to dive in and grab it. Even Aidan couldn't kick it hard enough to phase me. His werewolf cronies even seemed impressed. After practice, Aidan threw an arm around me and said, "If you can play goalie then I can go back to striker. Cameron, Hugh, and I were the only two on this team with any real power behind our kicks until you joined us."

Then he smacked my ass hard enough to make me jump. But he was laughing, and so were some of the other guys. It turned out that Aidan's trademark move was to smack his teammates a lot harder than could be considered purely congratulatory.

"Will your master let you come out and play for a bit, or do you have to run back home like a whipped puppy right after the game?" Aidan whispered.

"What do you have in mind? I must be at the gym at 3:00 p.m. to meet my weight trainer," I said.

"I was thinking lunch at Pappy's Pizza and some pool," he replied. "It would give you a chance to hang out with the guys for a bit."

"Is this a team thing, or a pack thing?" I asked.

"Definitely a team thing if it's alright with you. That means no Simon to keep you company, but you're one of us now. I can play for two teams. How about you?" Aidan asked.

Now he was making me horny. What did he mean by two teams at once? Did he mean pack and soccer? Did he mean he could have his boyfriend and still do me? All I knew is that I really wanted to go with the team. I wanted to do something normal and not have to suck everyone's cock or take them up my ass. On the other hand, I wouldn't object to sucking Aidan's cock or feeling him inside me.

I pulled out my phone and texted Master again to beg permission to go out with the team. He responded in only a few seconds, saying, "We'll talk in person. I'll find you."

I noticed that Nancy had texted me back. I read her message while walking to the gym to shower.

"I'm so glad to hear that you're doing well in college. I always knew you were smarter than you were willing to show us. Just so you know, it's hard to hide things from me, so I can probably read between the lines in your last message. I've always known you were special. If you want to tell me something, I promise I won't react badly.

BTW, Gus is doing well. You should know that he won't react badly to anything you have to say either. The boys are starting preschool this year. They're cute as buttons, even if I do say so myself. Gus and I are thinking of trying for a daughter this year.

Send me some pictures I can share with the boys, and I want you to know that you can stay with us when you come back home to visit, if you don't feel comfortable at Dad's place.

I love you, baby brother. Keep in touch."

Andy had also texted back.

"Bro! I am SUPER GAY now that I've escaped the black pit of negativity (Dad's house). Ernie likes me campy and fabulous, and I like myself better that way as well. But I have never done anything as EXTREME as your online videos. Ernie got so excited watching it that I tried to turn his computer off. He wrestled me into submission and held me on his lap while he finished. We had amazing sex that afternoon. I'm not leaving the two of you alone when you come to visit. LOL! Just kidding. I trust him completely."

We were in the locker room when I finished reading and put my phone away. Edgar came up behind me and said, "take your clothes off and don't get into the shower until I do. You can take a towel but throw it over your shoulder instead of wrapping it around your waist. Walk around and let everyone see you."

I suspected something like that. I also suspected I'd be on my knees sometime soon. Looking around at the players, I couldn't say that the idea was repugnant to me. There was a lot of sexy man flesh on display.

Aidan let out a deep throated growl that sent shivers through my spine and loosened my bowels. Edgar paled and his eyes flew open wide.

He said, "Be careful, Ed. There's a fine line you'd better not cross. The pack can't harm Kyle. He's already been punished. If you cross that line, it will bring the elf's wrath down on the pack, and I will rip your throat out myself to keep that from happening."

Edgar was chastened. He cast his eyes downward and said, "I'm not going to hurt him, just put him on display. Look at his dick. He's enjoying the idea."

Aidan grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes. "Do you want to walk around here showing off your body?"

I swallowed and said, "Yes and no, Sir. I am very much excited by the idea, but it scares the hell out of me too. And it's easier on me to do these things if someone orders me to do it."

Aidan gave me a predatory smile and said, "Okay then. I'm assuming the elf has ordered you to obey men who give you orders. From now on, I'm not going to hold the boys back, but for me it's less exciting that you've been ordered to obey. I like my boys to obey because they've chosen to submit. It's sexier that way. No easy way out. You do it because you want to do it."

At that moment, Chase came into the locker room holding a Starbuck's cup. He looked around until he saw Adrian and then he brought him his coffee. Aidan whispered something in his ear and Chase blushed deeply but took his clothes off and put them in Aidan's locker. The boy was skinny and pale, but cute in a straggly-haired emo sort of way. He knelt on the floor and held onto Aidan's leg while Aidan drank his coffee. If that's what he meant by voluntary submission, it was definitely hot.

I followed Chuck around the gym, holding my towel over my shoulder. Some of the guys were openly checking me out. My training partner from earlier, James McManus, had his friend Amir Kassim as naked as I was. I noticed that Amir was also sporting a hairless body. The little skittish blond boy who'd been avoiding me attached himself to the side of a six-foot-tall guy with fair skin and long brown hair. I thought his name was Seth. They didn't act like they were together. I thought the blond guy was seeking his protection.

Aidan was watching me with mysteriously lidded eyes, but the werewolves Edgar and Chuck were watching me with smiles. The other werewolf, Hugh, spent more time watching Aidan than me. He didn't seem aroused. He seemed suspicious.

After I'd walked around for a while, Edgar and Chuck led me into the shower. They were both two to three inches shorter than me. Chuck had a muscular frame, but Edgar was thin. Both had nice cocks, uncut as seems to be the rule with werewolves.

The shower was an open bay with a dozen shower heads. They took adjacent showers and I knelt between them. Most of the team had already showered and had headed back to the locker room so I wasn't as exposed as I'd feared I would be.

I went back and forth between their cocks. They were average size like me, and I could take them without a problem. They were pretty worked up after the practice. I guessed that I wasn't the only one who got horny when I played sports. And my cocksucking skills were damned good, even if I did say so myself. I fondled their full balls and teased their cockheads while I applied suction. And when they came, I drank down their loads.

Aidan came into the shower and said, "Kyle is an excellent cocksucker, but he's a member of our...team. We don't share this with anyone, and we remember that he's doing us a real favor. Anyone who gives him shit for it will have to face me. And don't make him out himself as a bitch to anyone who doesn't already know."

I'd heard his hesitation when he almost said "pack" instead of "team". He was different somehow from that night when he'd thrown a bruising fuck into me. Today he was being downright kind. I wondered what had changed.

James McManus strolled over and took his place. His boyfriend Amir stood nearby watching him with pride, like he was thrilled by boyfriend's sexual prowess. When James came in my mouth, Chuck said, "Are you going to take a turn, Amir?"

Before Amir could answer James said, "He will, but not yet. Let me finish first."

With a grunt, James spilled his seed in my mouth. That was the third load I'd taken since practice, and still, I didn't have Aidan's. He was under an adjacent showerhead while his boy Chase knelt and cleaned his body with his soapy hands. My own cock felt like it was going to explode. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn't. The chain wouldn't allow it.

James pulled out of me and then kissed Amir. He fondled his lover's penis. It was the biggest so far this morning. It looked even larger on his more slender frame. I opened my mouth and let James guide it past my lips. Despite his larger size, I could swallow him easily enough.

Amir let out a high pitched "Mmmmm" when I locked my lips on his shaft. Amir was much less aggressive, but he was exciting me more than the others. It was probably his darker skin. Brown skin was a major turn on for me. His skin tone was a deep olive instead of Simon's warm brown, but it sent shivers down my spine, nonetheless.

James was standing behind Amir and he had two fingers inside his boy's mouth to get them wet. It didn't take too long before he pulled them out and worked them inside Amir's ass. The middle eastern boy grunted and spread his legs to give James better access. From the look on his handsome face, he loved having his ass played with as much as I did.

James played a little inside his boy, stretching him while Amir moaned.

"Don't cum yet, sexy boy," James crooned. "You don't cum without my cock in your ass; you know the rules."

Once he was satisfied, James pulled his fingers out and put them back in Amir's mouth. Then he pushed his cock into the boy's hole.

"I just came, baby, so I'm not going to cum again so soon, but you can cum anytime now that I'm inside you," James crooned. "Do it. Cum now for your master."

Amir whined and reached back to hold James's neck with his arms. James picked Amir's legs up and held his boy in a seated position, his cock sliding into my mouth while James pumped in and out of his ass. Once he found the right angle, he started stroking Amir's gay button with every thrust. Amir's breath grew shallow, and he started gasping.

And then he came. His sweet boy cream filled my mouth, and I swirled it around on my tongue, savoring it.

I waited on my knees for Aidan to come over to me, but he didn't. Once Chase was done cleaning him off, he left the shower. I sighed and washed myself, careful not to touch my cock more than was necessary. Then I walked out to the locker room, my erection swinging in the breeze.

I had pushed my cock into a fresh jock and was just fishing out my clothes, a pair of purple running shorts with a three-inch inseam and a black fishnet mesh muscle shirt. Nico put his arm on my shoulder and said, "Let's talk before you get dressed."

"Yes, Master," I said.

I stood there in only a jock while we talked. The conversation was short and sweet. I was allowed to go with the team, but I had to drive so I could leave to get back to the gym in time to meet Philip for weight training. He was also sending Vieltag with me. I was allowed to eat wings (with no ranch) and salad (vinaigrette or dry). No pizza and no breadsticks. I was allowed to drink bottled water with it.

Master was making as many concessions as he could to allow me to be one of the guys, but he was still going to be watching my calories. I had another 10-15 pounds to lose before I lost the gut.

"Thank you, Master," I said.

 

Nico

I'd been following Kyle all morning. He'd done well on the soccer field for a beginner. Of course, he was naturally athletic and that helped. Three of the four werewolves on the team had harassed him, but they didn't go beyond what I understood to be normal hazing from athletes toward a new member of the team.

I didn't want to let him go out with the team, not because I didn't think it was important for his development, but because it was dangerous. There were forces targeting me and they were willing to use Kyle to do it. I'd lost two sprites. I hoped they were still alive, but faerie blood was like a drug to vampires. I wouldn't be surprised if they had been killed. And that would be another atrocity I'd have to avenge. When a vampire drained a target to death, human or faerie, their essence (what the humans call a soul) would be destroyed.

Despite his newly awakened talent, Kyle was mostly mundane. And despite his muscular frame, he was vulnerable to hunters and supernatural predators. I'd keep an eye on his supernatural teammates. Maybe I could get them to look out for him in the future, but I needed to vet them first. Until then, I'd have to use my fey vassals.

Vieltag wasn't a sprite. He was a caipin dearg, a redcap; the silver edge of his sword would wound a vampire severely, and his iron boots would break right through a magic circle like it wasn't there. He didn't like Kyle. Redcaps didn't like humans much, or other fey either for that matter, but he would protect him with his life. I'd claimed Kyle as my slave. It was my duty to see him protected, and failure would bring shame and loss of prestige in front of the entire court. With a mental sigh, I admitted to myself that I'd also come to love him in my own way.

I would have followed along invisibly, but I had to pay a visit to Matt and see if he too was infected with vampire blood. I knew I should approach Sebastian, or better yet, Doctor Thorne, but I couldn't bring myself to do it until I'd figured everything out. I left a message with Buckwalder. He had instructions to deliver it if I wasn't back before midnight.

 

Kyle

Chuck and Edgar were going to ride to Pappy's with me. While I was waiting for them to get ready, I took out my phone and sent another text to Nancy.

"I'm still figuring things out for myself, but I have already figured one thing out. I'm gay."

In a few minutes the guys arrived, and I led them down to my truck. I caught a brief glimpse of Vieltag the redcap squatting in the bed of the truck. Chuck and Edgar didn't appear to notice him in the split second he was visible. It wasn't much of a drive to Pappy's, so there wasn't time for Edgar and Chuck to harass me much. Since most of the team was there, we basically took over the place.

Aidan was holding court at the pool table. Edgar and Chuck were always near him, like cronies awaiting his orders. His boyfriend Chase was running to get the three of them drinks. I didn't get it. Chase had that same musty scent I associated with werewolves, but they were ordering him around like a servant. I did notice that Edgar and Chuck were polite to him, however, probably because he was Aidan's boy.

The other werewolf on the team, Hugh, didn't seem to like Aidan very much. He'd been joined by his girlfriend Vicky. I remembered the petite Latina from that night in the woods. She'd fucked me so hard with an oversized dildo that the chief female alpha had to make her stop. I decided to steer clear of those two.

Silvan had been joined by a guy who looked Indian American to me (that was India Indian, not American Indian). He was a couple of years older than the rest of us. He came over to me with a timid Silvan under his arm.

"Hello," he said without a trace of accent, which made me believe he'd been born here in the US and wasn't an international student. "My name is Rakesh Mishra, and I think you know Silvan Reynard, although he's been afraid of you for the entire practice."

"Kyle, Sir," I said, holding out my hand. "And I'm sorry if I scared you, Silvan. I'm not dangerous anymore."

Silvan seemed skeptical, but Rakesh smiled at me and said, "I know your story, Kyle, probably more than you suspect. I came over to introduce myself and to reassure Silvan that you won't hurt him."

I shrugged and then said with a sigh, "I'm about as harmless as a man can be, Sir."

He touched the chain around my neck and said, "I can see that. This chain is of elven manufacture; very fine work, but it may very well be illegal unless you agreed to wear it."

"Sir?" I asked. I had no idea what he was talking about.

"You have mind shields, Kyle. I could see them from across the room. They're weak, but they're present. Can I touch your mind?" he asked.

I shrugged again and said, "Be my guest, Sir, but I don't know what those are, or how to let you past them."

Rakesh let go of Silvan and pressed two fingers to each of my temples. My vision blurred and then I could see a shining light, almost like a third eye in the middle of his forehead. I felt a pressure, like I'd felt when I met with Kieran. But Kieran had been like a charging bull, breaking through my resistance. Rakesh, on the other hand, seemed to slide across my mind until he found a way past the barrier and suddenly he was in my mind. He didn't delve past my active memory. I knew because I saw everything he saw. Then he pulled out.

"Interesting," he said. "Nico didn't break the law, but that chain could still be illegal. Your talent was deeply latent when he chained you. As a mundane, you were fair game. Your powers awakened later. They seem very weak to me, but they could be trained up a little."

"How could that have happened, Sir," I asked.

Rakesh sighed and said, "I prefer not to say just yet. I have my suspicions, but I need to check them out first. I'll also speak to Nico about sending you to me for training. Mind magery, even a weak talent, can be dangerous if not developed. I'm a licensed preceptor and I can help you."

He turned to Silvan and said, "Do you need to look into Kyle's mind, or can you take my word for it that he won't hurt you?"

Silvan gave a shrug and said, "I'll take your word, Rakesh."

He held out his narrow hand and said, "I'm sorry I misjudged you, Kyle."

"It's okay, Sir. I've done some horrible things in the past," I said. "I'm used to it."

Rakesh let me go because Chase had come to collect me. He was attractive enough, with his pale skin and thin body. He had longish black hair that was mostly straight, with just a hint of a wave in it.

"My alpha wants you to come over to the pool table now," he said. His tone suggested that he wasn't offering me a choice.

I noticed that his thin arms were hairless and that he wore black nail polish. He seemed a lot less aggressive than other werewolves I'd met. He seemed sweet and almost reserved.

Aidan threw an arm around my shoulders and said, "Are you going to play pool with the men, or sit in the other room and look sexy like the boys?"

"I don't know much about pool, Sir," I admitted.

"I'll teach you," he growled into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I was overcome with a sudden need to submit to this man. He made me feel horny and needy. I could feel his muscular arms wrapped around me and his scent was rubbing off on me, like he was marking me.

"It will be you and Edgar," Aidan said. "I'll help you."

"I'm a slave and I don't own any money," I said, wondering what that fact meant for my new partial ownership of the family business.

"We won't play for money. We'll play for something more valuable. If you win, you get to fuck Edgar. If Edgar wins, he gets to fuck you," Aidan said.

Edgar perked up. He'd been eyeing my ass all day.

"My master doesn't let me fuck, Sir," I replied.

Edgar wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. I'd rather have Aidan fuck me. He was handsome, as tall as me and sexy as hell. He could take me here on the pool table in front of everyone and I'd be happy.

Aidan seemed to think for a minute then said, "Since you can't fuck, how about this. If you win, Edgar will eat your ass until you cum."

Edgar was less pleased about that prospect. Great, I thought. With that attitude, he probably wouldn't even eat me before fucking me.

"That sounds good to me, Sir," I replied.

Aidan stood behind me and guided my arms while I broke the set. I didn't pocket any of the balls, but the break was valid because four balls bounced off the rails. Edgar was next. I could see that he knew what he was doing, He pocketed the 2 ball and called solids.

The game went on for a few minutes. Each time my turn came around, Aidan wrapped his arms around me and got me set to take the shot. He wasn't tall enough to stand behind me, so it was my side that felt his erection pressing into it instead of my ass. Then he let go and encouraged me to take the shot. I didn't do too bad. I pocketed all my balls except for the 11 and 12 before Edgar was able to win the game.

"Your ass is mine, fair and square," Edgar announced with a broad smile.

But his smile fell when Chuck said, "Unless you decide to show your loyalty by giving him to the boss."

Edgar said, "Of course. He's yours if you want him, boss."

Aidan replied, "Thank you Edgar. I think I will accept your generous offer, but I'll let you have seconds–or thirds. You and Chuck can arm wrestle for it."

Chuck was broader through the chest and more muscular. It was no contest. Chuck won handily. I was beginning to see a power order among these werewolves. It went Aidan, Chuck then Edgar. Chase didn't even seem to be part of the order. He was outside of it for some reason.

Aidan pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and said, "We'll use the apartment in the back. Pappy's more than happy to accommodate us since we help protect his business from ruffians."

"And we spend a lot of money here," Chuck chimed in.

I went into the back of the restaurant with Aidan, Chuck, Edgar, and Chase. It was a large studio apartment with its own bathroom. It looked old, but it was clean. It had a large futon against one wall and a tiny kitchenette with a refrigerator, stove, and microwave.

As soon as we got inside, Edgar smacked my ass and said, "Strip, Bitch!"

The compulsion took over and my body started dropping clothes before I could even say, "Yes, Sir!"

I had some satisfaction because Aidan leaped across the room and backhanded Edgar so hard that he fell backward. Then he jumped on Edgar's chest and snarled, "No orders! No commands! Not even a firmly worded request!"

"Sorry, Boss!" Edgar said. "I forgot."

Aidan slapped Edgar's face harder than a playful swat, but not hard enough to cause real damage. "Don't forget again," he said.

Then Aidan came over to me and said, "You do look fine, despite that little gut you're carrying, and you would have ended up naked anyway, but none of us is going to order you to do anything. That takes the challenge out of it. You're going to have to beg for our cocks if you want them."

I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees and grabbed Aidan's thighs. "Please Sir, fuck my jock pussy," I begged.

"If you want to get fucked, you'll need to move over to that futon, turn it into a bed, and then get up onto all fours," he said.

While I was following his suggestion, Aidan took Chase's face in his hand. He was gentle but firm with the boy.

"Are you my bitch?" he asked.

Chase nodded his head and said, "Yes, Sir, I'm your bitch."

"Shouldn't my bitch be naked?" he asked. "Or do I have to spank you first."

Chase bit his lower lip and then replied, "You may have to spank me, Sir. I've been naughty."

Aidan smiled and bit Chase's lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make him groan.

"I'll spank you later, gamma bitch," he said gently. "But for now, get naked. You'll be cleaning my dick once I fuck Kyle, and you'll eat everyone's cum out of his ass after I fuck you."

Aidan stripped his clothes off. His body was as hairless as mine and his cock was just as hard. It was smaller than mine, but it looked swollen to the bursting point.

"Can we fuck your bitch today, Sir," Chuck asked.

Aidan stroked Chase's long hair and said, "Not today. He's still being broken in. I'll share him later."

Then Aidan climbed up onto the bed behind me. I'd already gotten into position. He slipped a finger inside my already lubed hole and moved it around a little, eliciting a deep groan from me. I was so horny that I thought I would cum from his fingering.

"I want you to know that I'm fucking you in bitch position because you're a bitch, Kyle, a sexy jock bitch but a bitch, nonetheless. It's not an insult. I like bitches," he said. "I'm also going to be rough with you. I think you like it rough. If you don't, you can get up and leave any time."

"No, Sir," I said. "I want it. You're right. I need it rough sometimes."

"Hear that, boys? This jock bitch needs it rough. Be sure to give him what he needs," Aidan announced.

Without warning, Aidan sank his cock inside me with a single thrust.

"Aarrgh!" I yelled. "That hurts so fucking good, Sir!"

"You'll be screaming like a bitch a few more times before I'm done," Aidan announced.

Then he called over his shoulder, "Get up on the futon, gamma bitch! Face the jock bitch so you two can make out while I fuck him. And Edgar, you get to make up for almost ruining this for me. You get behind my gamma bitch and eat his ass, get him ready for me because that's where I'm going for round two."

Chase climbed up to face me. His lips were soft and sweet. We started kissing. He was even more submissive than me. He relaxed and allowed my tongue to take charge. I felt like I was bisexual. Not in the usual way, but I was a bitch in the bottom and an aggressive top in the mouth at the same time.

Edgar looked sullen as he climbed behind Chase and parted his butt. He bent down and started to lick it. The boy seemed happy with the attention he was getting.

"Be nice, Edgar. If you hurt my little gamma bitch, I'll beat the crap out of you," Aidan said.

He started thrusting in at different angles until he found the one that made me break the kiss and shout, "That's it, Sir! That's the spot!"

Aidan grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard until I groaned, "Damn it, Sir! You're crushing my nuts!"

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yes! No! I don't know, Sir! It hurts, but it feels good. Damn! Please don't...don't damage my balls," I said, completely unsure of what I wanted.

"I won't crush them, but I am going to show you how good a little ball play feels," he assured me.

Goddamn! What's wrong with me? I wondered. Aidan's hands squeezed and then relaxed in cycles, but each time he relaxed, he rested with a tighter grip. The pain in my nuts was amazing. He never squeezed me hard enough to wilt my erection, but he made my cock and balls feel alive.

He kept thrusting the entire time. Once he knew where my prostate was, he tapped it with every push. I was sweating and my skin was tingling. My cock was leaking and throbbing and when my orgasm hit, I screamed, "My god! I'm cumming, Sir!"

I spilled a large puddle on the sheet. I could feel Aidan cumming inside me as well. He gripped my hips tight and yelled, "That jock pussy is tight and smooth! Take it bitch! Take my seed!"

Chase looked a little jealous, but he knew his time was coming next.

As soon as Aidan pulled out of me, Chuck climbed up and slid inside my gaping hole. He wasn't as big or as experienced as Aidan, but he knew what he was doing. He found my prostate soon enough and was pressing it with his cock sending more chills up my spine.

I had to stop kissing Chase's sweet mouth because he'd whirled around to suck his master's cock. For a skinny boy with a small mouth, he took Aidan's big dick like a pro. I was left staring at his little hole. It was winking at me in an enticing way. I licked my lips without thinking about it.

"You can taste him if you want, Kyle," Adrian said. "My sweet little bitch is always clean and delicious."

I leaned forward and teased his hairless hole with my tongue. It twitched, like it was kissing my tongue. I couldn't use my hands to hold him still because Chuck was beginning to pound me from behind so hard he was rocking me forward with each thrust.

"Take it, Bitch!" Chuck yelled. "Take my cock like the jock pussy boy you are."

I replied, "Do it, Sir! Pound me like a bitch in heat!"

Aidan patted Chase's head and said, "Push your cute little bitch butt back against Kyle's face. He can't get inside you properly unless you do."

The boy pressed his butt back against me and I pushed my tongue inside him. He tasted sweet, with only the faintest hint of muskiness. And he was silky smooth inside. Despite my own bitchdom, I started to wonder what it would feel like to sink my cock inside his warm hole.

Chuck unloaded inside me. I didn't have an orgasm, but my dick was leaking a steady stream of cum and precum onto the bed. He moved around to the front and waited patiently until Aidan pulled out of Chase's mouth and spun the boy around to enter him from behind. Then Chuck moved next to me and I was able to suck his cock into my mouth.

Soon I was being spit roasted, Chuck in my mouth and Edgar in my ass. I was moaning, but unable to say anything because of the dick in my mouth. Chase was moaning and praising his master's cock and fucking skills. Silently, I agreed with everything he said. Aidan was a talented fuckmaster.

Chuck was running his hands through my hair as he groaned, "Damn you're one talented cocksucker, Kyle. And you have the face of a model, or an actor. Henry Cavill has nothing on you."

And Edgar, who'd seemed like such a jerk earlier, was teasing my prostate with greater skill even than Aidan had. And his fingers played along my ribs and down my spine, leaving me breathless.

"You're the most handsome jock I've ever fucked, Kyle. Your ass is perfect, and your body is so fucking sexy, with your muscles, your shoulders, your thighs...oh fuck!"

He seemed embarrassed because he lost control and started to cum inside me.

"Damn! I can't hold back. I'm dropping my seed deep inside you, Kyle," he said.

Chuck managed to drop a second load inside my mouth, so he moved aside to make room for Edgar.

Edgar's cock was the smallest in the room, but he'd been nice to me once he started fucking me and I wanted to return the favor. Since no one was pounding me at the time, my hands were free to stroke his hairy legs and to fondle his scrotum.

When I first looked at him, I'd thought Edgar was homely, but his quirky appearance was growing on me. Maybe having someone's cock in my mouth made my brain see him in a different light. His slightly snaggled teeth, his nose with the bend near the tip, and his bushy eyebrows all lent character to his face. And he seemed genuinely happy to be with me, or maybe grateful was a better word. It was a change from his earlier bullying.

Since I wasn't distracted by a dick in my ass, I was able to concentrate on giving him the best blowjob of his life. And when he came, I swallowed every drop.

Afterward, Chase ate my ass until he'd swallowed all three loads that had been deposited there. Then we all lay together on the bed for a while, just chatting. Edgar moved over and licked one of my nipples.

"I'm sorry about the way I treated you at first," he said. "I saw your videos online, and I thought you'd be into that."

After a while, Chase started cleaning up the room while the other three werewolves lounged around and watched. I got up and helped him. Then we got dressed and went back into the restaurant. We ate lunch and spent some time playing pool, just for fun this time. It was the first time since I came to college that I just felt like one of the guys.

At 2:00 p.m. I said my goodbyes and drove back to campus. Nothing could spoil this day.

 

College Magic Cycle Characters

Faerie

·         Domenic Chase. A 24-year-old Elven-American from New York City. He has an alien mindset that others find hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes (like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms, although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran and beat up Simon.

·         Oscar Quinlan. A face dancer on campus. He drained Simon of psychosexual energy while they were having sex, but it was because Simon wanted to be depleted.

Mages

·         Alan Somers. A freshman and newly discovered mage who took his oath to the Concordium with Alonzo and Kieran.

·         Alonzo Santiago Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute bottom and foundling mage. He's powerful, but untrained. He begins the story with a height of 68 inches and a weight of 150 pounds. He has deep olive or very light brown skin, amber eyes, and long black hair. He's a singer and a dancer. He's a little flighty and very flirty. When his powers awakened, he accidentally cast a spell that cursed his roommate Erik. He loves hardcore BDSM porn but is discovering that he doesn't like it in real life. He and Erik are suitemates with Jason and Kieran.

·         Amalthea Stern. A 25-year-old mage researcher who lives in the town of Severan. She is doing research on the effects of the numina flux zone on mundanes living in the area. Her theory is that the NFZ causes a higher percentage of babies in the area to be born with mage talent, tus increasing the potential number of New Blood Mages. She's attractive, with light skin, dark gray eyes, and dark blond hair. She is a member of the Stern family (one of the 50 families). Her partner and fiancé is Leo Wu.

·         Bernice Hartman. A 21-year-old junior mage who lives at Ibis House. She's in a relationship with Zoe Smith. She's a tall woman, about six feet in height with dark auburn hair, fair skin, and brown eyes.

·         Cameron Campbell. One of the twink trio, along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin.

·         Carmen Peralta. The 38-year-old groundskeeper at Ibis House. She's a mage with a talent for plants, but she also knows spells she uses to maintain the facilities.

·         Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local representative of the Conclave.

·         Delian Khalkis. A 21-year-old college junior who lives at Ibis House. He's a Greek American from an old but obscure family. He and Rowan Vidas-Wu are best friends. They share everything, including the girls and boys they date.

·         Egon Stehle. A 55-year-old mage who is the housekeeper for Ibis House. He's a very powerful practical mage. He also does the cooking on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday. He doesn't say much, but he's friendly with the residents.

·         Elijah Jackson. A 24-year-old graduate student who went to the Academy with Sebastian and Nico. He's a graduate student in the history program and he mentors struggling African American students and he tutors student athletes. He is 74 inches tall and weighs 275 pounds of mostly muscle. He's built like a massive rectangle. His skin is dark brown, almost black and he wears his hair in long dreadlocks. He's a powerful transmuter mage. He understands mechanics and electronics better than any of the other mages except for Erik Rucker. He has become friends with Kyle. He has two live in boyfriends, Kendal and Tristan.

·         Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stood 66 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds. After being cursed by his roommate he grew to be 77 inches tall and weigh 250 pounds. He was overshadowed by the fictional Einar Ironblood until the curse was lifted. He's in love with his roommate Alonzo and worries that Alonzo doesn't love him the same way. He was mundane until the curse awakened a latent talent for mind magery. Unlike Kieran, his talents seem to involve moving things with his mind.

·         Ethan Lowry. A 17-year-old boy from Long Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with the hunters. His mother is a sylph (an air spirit) and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.

·         Felicia Gladstone. A 38-year-old mage who manages Ibis House. She's also an assistant principal at the local high school. She has a nine-year-old daughter Selena who attends the local K-8 school.

·         Gwendolyn Gray. A junior who is majoring in chemistry. She and her brother are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·         Jason Lee. A 19-year-old (about 6 months older than Kieran) Chinese American college freshman with golden brown skin, brown almond shaped eyes and collar length black hair. He is already an accomplished alchemist. He is a dominant, looking for a submissive boy. He finds what he's looking for in Kieran Morgan. He takes charge of Kieran and begins training him as a submissive. He gives Kieran alchemical elixirs that change his body, and he uses psychology to lead him to embrace his innate submissiveness. He has allowed himself to fall into tantric entanglement with Kieran, bringing them even closer. He believes that Kieran is his complement, the other half of his soul. Jason and Kieran are the suitemates of Alonzo and Erik.

·         Dr. Kamon Zhang. Jason's maternal uncle, a mage and psychologist who is helping Kieran to come to terms with his trauma, and his true nature.

·         Kieran Finley Morgan. An 18-year-old boy with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story, he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track team. Jason took charge of him shortly after they moved into the dorm and began training him to let his inner submissive out. Jason gives him alchemical elixirs that are changing him physically. He sometimes struggles with the idea that he's losing himself inside Jason, but he can't go long without his lover's touch. Kieran is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is. After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided that Kieran will change majors to Art. Kieran is a foundling mind mage with powers of telepathy and clairsentience.

·         Leo Wu. A 21-year-old mage who lives in the town of Severan. He's been tasked by the Conclave to conduce an accurate census of the inhabitants, paying special attention to the number of mages, untrained people with mage talent, and other supernaturals. His work provides data for the study his partner and fiancée Amalthea Stern is conducting. He is maternal cousins with Oliver Rankin (their mothers are sisters). He is of average height and build, with attractive Eurasian features. (His father is a Wu, and his mother is a Da Silva). His skin tone is light olive (a gift from the Da Silva) family and his hair is dark brown and wavy. His eyes are light brown (amber) and he wears a well-trimmed goatee and moustache. He was three years behind Sebastian at the Academy, a year ahead of Remuel Adler and two years ahead of Oliver and the other freshman mages.

·         Marvin Oswald. A 21-year-old mage sophomore with talent in healing. He's studying premed in hopes of going into complementary healing.

·         Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Now Micah has chosen to live as the slave to cousin Remuel Adler.

·         Mordecai Adler. A 50-year-old mage who is a high-ranking member of the custodes and of the American FBI. He's a powerfully built man with dark olive skin tone and black hair that is just beginning to turn gray at the temples.

·         Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·         Rakesh Mishra. A 23-year-old graduate student of Indian American heritage. He's working on his MS in Psychology. He's a mind mage and a yogi master. He is one of Kieran's trainers. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

·         Reggie Delmar. A 20-year-old sophomore music student who likes Alonzo. They share a music class. He's a mage, but not a songmage. He lives off campus in Ibis House. He has light brown skin and very curly black hair. He looks like he has some African American ancestry.

·         Remy (Remuel) Adler. Micah's 20-year-old cousin, a low-ranking member of the custodes who lives with his father Mordecai and keeps his official records. He was Micah's lover at the Academy and has recently taken Micah as his slave.

·         Rowan Vidas-Wu. A 21-year-old college junior who lives at Ibis House. He was born in Chicago to a Lithuanian American father and a Chinese American mother. Both the Vidas and the Wu families are among the fifty families. He's a friend of Reggie Delmar, but his best friend is Delian Khalkis. The two of them share everything, including boys and girls they date.

·         Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·         Seth Gray. A junior who is majoring in classics. He and his sister are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·         Silvan Reynard. A sophomore mind mage who lives at Ibis House. He's 5 foot 8 inches tall, blond and slender with an almost elfin shape to his face despite being human. (The Reynards are said to have been fey touched for generations). He is in love with Rakesh Mishra. He and Kieran are in the same beginning yoga/mind magery classes.

·         Sybil Thorne. Kieran's history professor. She's also the overseer for the magician's Conclave here on campus. Her two assistants are Sebastian Trent and Clarissa Spencer.

·         Tristan Navarro. A 21-year-old senior seeking a degree in English Literature. He's filipino with medium beige skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He likes short shorts and tight tee shirts. He's Elijah Jackson's lover and lives with him and Kendal. He calls Elijah daddy and Kendal brother. He has written two volumes in a series of mm romance novels about mages called Wands of Love and he intends to keep writing. He kept his own name and keeps his own finances, but he's no less devoted to Elijah than Kendal is.

·         Warren Cheng. A Chinese American psychology grade student and friend of Jason. His family is originally from Hong Kong, but they live in Los Angeles like Jason's family. His specialty is magical noetics, but he has a strong talent for illusions as well. He is the TA in Jason's Psychology course, and he lives in town at Ibis House.

·         Zoe Smith. A 20-year-old Sophomore mind mage who lives at Ibis House. She is an African American woman, about five foot eight inches tall, with a curvy shape, a broad smile and short black hair in tight curls.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

·         Aaron Blackwell. A human man in his early fifties. He's the Director of Student Residence at Severan College, and the father of Nathaniel and James. He is magically enthralled by Sebastian Trent.

·         Abe Grossman. A heavy-set man in his late 40s who lives in town. He has male pattern baldness, leaving the top of his head bald, but his substantial beard is brown streaked with gray. He has a ten-inch dick that is about as thick as a soda can, and he knows how to use it. He's the leader of the group that used Kyle in the gym locker room. The group includes Ryan Masters and the twins, Freddy and Teddy Zimmerman.

·         Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant James McManus.

·         Billy McAndrews. A senior who is the lead guitarist of the band Dreaming Dragons. He is Mariah Tovey's boyfriend. He's 22 years old and a senior.

·         Christopher Thompson. A big guy, over six feet tall and well-muscled, with blond hair who looks like a jock; he has a very small penis; Matt's roommate (and possible submissive); a member of the Nerd Squad.

·         Daniel Burns. A stocky guy with light brown hair and a goatee; one of the Nerd Squad

·         Edward "Eddie" Mason. Kyle's 25-year-old brother.

·         Freddy Zimmerman. A freshman with a slender but muscular build, light skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. Like his twin brother Teddy, he's submissive. He was part of the group who used Kyle in the gym locker room.

·         George Marley. The drummer for Dreaming Dragons. He's a 22-year-old junior.

·         Jake Miller. An African American guy with dark skin and curly hair; one of the Nerd Squad.

·         James Blackwell. The nineteen-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He's a tall, skinny goth boy with a lot of tattoos. He attends Severan College and studies art. He and Sebastian had a sexual encounter over the summer before his freshman year. He has a long penis with a tattoo of a snake on it.

·         James McManus. A fair skinned guy with reddish hair who shares a literature class with Jason and Kieran. He admires Jason's relationship with Kieran and would like to control his own boyfriend Amir the same way.

·         Jill Black. The bass guitarist for Dreaming Dragons. She's a 21-year-old junior.

·         Joe Peters. A freshman in Kieran's writing class who was in the same religious program before school that Kieran was in.

·         Josh Higgins. Overweight and unhygienic guy who introduced Kyle to Nerd Squad.

·         Kendal Jackson. A 23-year-old college dropout. He's five foot three inches tall and weighs about 115 pounds. He has pale blond hair, heterochromatic eyes (one blue and one green), and extremely fair skin. He lives with Elijah Jackson and is one of his lovers. He hated college and dropped out. He stays home and keeps house for Elijah Jackson. He likes to wear women's clothing but identifies as a boy. He changed his last name and signed power of attorney to make Elijah control over his affairs. He's very submissive. He calls Elijah daddy and Tristan brother.

·         Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.

·         Larry Gordan. Kieran's Art professor. He reminds Kieran of his Uncle Craig, and arouses him, a fact that disturbs Kieran but seemed unsurprising to Jason. He tried to put the moves on Kieran after his first class but backed off apologetically when he found out that he was Jason's boy. He is a mentor to Kieran.

·         Leo Wagner. A construction worker in Severan who felt under the control of Remuel Adler who used a combination of magic and Leo's suppressed gay fantasies to control him. He's a handsome man with fair skin, light brown hair, and a solid build. He's thirty-two but looks younger. He looks a little bit like Sebastian Trent, which is what draws Remuel Adler to him. He has a 16-year-old son named Mason, and two daughters, Tiffany (13) and Brittany (12).

·         Mariah Tovey. The keyboardist for Dreaming Dragons and Billy McAndrew's girlfriend. She's a 22-year-old senior.

·         Matt Silver. A sturdy guy with olive skin tone and brown hair; he has a very large penis (almost 10 inches); the most sadistic of the Nerd Squad.

·         Michael Shank. A skinny guy with dirty blond hair and pale skin; one of the Nerd Squad.

·         Millicent Bierce. A TA who teaches the writing class that Kieran and Darren are in. She appears to be very religious and doesn't seem to like Kieran and Darren, probably because they are gay.

·         Nathaniel Blackwell. The twenty-six-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He is a soldier in Afghanistan who became the lover of the daiwa Karim Khan who impregnated him. He's a gay, sexual submissive. He's a lieutenant in the US Army but he doesn't know how he will maintain his career and bear his lover's child.

·         Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years. He likes Alonzo but more in an avuncular way.

·         Ryan Masters. A handsome junior with mixed Asian and Caucasian ancestry. He has light skin and brown wavy hair. His slanted eyes are green. He used Kyle in the gym locker room. He's close with Abe Grossman and the twins, Freddy and Teddy Zimmerman.

·         Sally Minh. An engineering student who is in Kieran's art class. She ships Kieran and Jason and draws pictures of them in anime style. She's a friend to Kieran and becomes one of the watchers keeping an eye on him for Jason.

·         Teddy Zimmerman. A freshman with a slender but muscular build, light skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. Like his twin brother Freddy, he's submissive. He was part of the group who used Kyle in the gym locker room.

·         Terrence Green. A basketball player for the school. A 21-year-old junior, standing six foot eight inches tall, with deep bronze skin color and brown eyes. He has full lips and rounded features. He wears his black hair in very short, kinky curls.

Others

·         Karim Khan. A daiwa who appears to be in his late twenties. He's the lover of Nathaniel Black and the father of his child. He works with the US Army as a translator and guide. His people are a magical race related to the djinn, the ifrit and the deva of ancient Aryan mythology. Now that he had impregnated another he is transforming into an alpha daiwa.

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

·         David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia. He has dark olive skin tone, black hair that looks feathery, and piercing brown eyes. He is a were-raptor who can assume two non-human forms. He can become a raptor that resembles a large golden eagle or a hybrid form that is bipedal with sharp claws on the end of feathered arms. He is an alpha, but the were-raptors don't follow a pack structure like the were-wolves do.

·         Gideon Blackburn. A muscular man with dark brown skin, brown eyes and black hair in tight, kinky curls. He's about 30 years old and works as at a waxing salon on the edge of town that takes male clients. It seems popular in the gay, BDSM community. He likes fisting (giving, not receiving), and he's a shifter who turns into a lynx.

·         Millie Jones. 45-year-old leader of the were-rats. She doesn't like or trust werewolves, but she hated Howard Cromwell with a passion.

·         Philip Mertz. A jock who shares a history class with Kyle Mason. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 180 lbs. He's about 6 feet tall and muscular, with light skin and brown hair. He's a shifter who turns into a lynx. He becomes Kyle's partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that cares about Kyle. Domenic saved him from a were-wolf in his freshman year. He lives off-campus near the woods by a different trailhead from the one used by the were-wolves.

·         Rashida Lamont. A 23-year-old graduate student with black skin, short hair, and an athletic build. She's the wererat who oversees the other wererats on campus. She lives in the New Dorm (along with the other werewolves).

·         Tristan White. A 19-year-old college freshman. He stands only five and half feet tall and has sandy hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. He's a wererat and a member of Oliver's study group.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·         Aidan Stringer (alpha). A sophomore staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he's really an alpha. He claimed Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way.

·         Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.

·         Chase Morris (beta). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25^th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

·         Chloe Bartok (Beta). 20-year-old sophomore.

·         Conor Tighe (Beta). Sophomore beta werewolf with auburn hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and freckles. He's average height and build and he's studying biology.

·         Chuck Burns (Beta). A 20-year-old sophomore who lives at Wolf House and is a friend of Aidan.

·         Dawn Schiller (Alpha). A muscular blond woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.

·         Darren Groves (Alpha). A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.

·         Delia Smith (Beta). 21-year-old college junior who lives at Wolf House.

·         Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.

·         Edgar Krause (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate in the dorms.

·         Ellen Parker (Beta). A 20-year-old junior who lives at Wolf House.

·         Gordan Cooper (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and a friend of Adrian Stringer. Edgar Krause's roommate.

·         Howard Cromwell (Alpha). A large and muscular alpha werewolf in his mid-forties. He was the leader of the local pack before being drive out by Drew, Zeno, Darren, Dawn, and Meghan, with logistical support from Sebastian. He was a leader of the old school who ruled through intimidation. Under him the pack followed several traditions that Drew has tried to do away with. He originally came from New York. He is the werewolf who killed Ethan's father. After leaving New York he wandered around for a few months before settling down near the college.

·         Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman. Lalo's roommate.

·         Inga Martinez (Alpha). A 29-year-old Latina woman from Middlebourne. She's a little heavyset, but quite strong. She manages the Wolf House for Zeno, supervising work groups and organizing the business of running the house. Her younger brother Sammy is the cook at Wolf House.

·         Ira Cohen (Beta). 19-year-old college freshman. Good friends with Aidan Stringer.

·         Ivan Kovacs (Beta). 22-year-old who lives at the Wolf House. He's one of the Middlebourne werewolves. He works with Wilma Jackson at the local used car dealership and repair shop.

·         Jarod Stringer (Alpha). Deceased. Former right-hand man of Howard Cromwell. Darren and Meghan killed him in the woods before Drew challenged Cromwell for leadership. His younger brother is Aidan Stringer.

·         Kevin McNeil (Beta). 20-year-old college sophomore. An athlete with brown hair and fair skin. Roommate with Conor Tighe. Tammy's brother.

·         Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman. Lalo is short for Eduardo. He may be the second most submissive werewolf after Benjy. He has light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. He makes eyes at Darren and calls him Daddy Werewolf, a nickname he claims is common in the dorms, even among the mages. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class).

·         Lew Muller (Beta). A tall thin beta werewolf, with long brown hair, a beard and two black earrings with wolf head instead of a ball. He's a computer hacker who knows a bit about electronics. His major is English literature. He plays guitar and writes poetry. He was Benjy's roommate until he moved into the wolf house. He's a junior.

·         Meghan Connelly (Alpha). A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers. She's Darren's best friend and she was one of the original 5 who worked to overthrow the old pack leader, Howard Cromwell.

·         Naomi Bentley (Alpha). A 27-year-old woman with long black hair and olive skin tone. She's very muscular. She was one of the Middlebourne werewolves. She's now the chief of security at Wolf House.

·         Samuel Martinez (Beta). A 23-year-old Latino cook who runs the kitchen at Wolf House.

·         Scarlett De Angelo (Beta). A 22-year-old graduate student who lives at Wolf House.

·         Shelby O'Brien (Beta). A 26-year-old professional bookkeeper. She lives at Wolf House.

·         Simon Carter (Alpha). A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.

·         Stella White (Beta). 19-year-old freshman. She is one of Aidan's friends.

·         Tammy McNeil (Beta). 22-year-old senior athlete. Kevin's sister.

·         Vicky Garcia (Beta). A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems, and she really hates rapists.

·         Willie Coombs (Beta). A 40-year-old man with dark brown skin and mid-length hair that hangs in dreadlocks. He's Xav's man at the Wolf House and he works at the Marriott Hotel in the kitchen. He caters breakfast at Xav's house every day.

·         Wilma Jackson (Beta). 28-year-old mechanic in town at the local used auto dealership and repair shop. She gets Ivan Kovacs a job there.

·         Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.

·         Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.

Places

·         Alchemy House. A large house in Severan purchased by Jason's father for use as an alchemy lab to make weapons and potions for the Severan Council. Jason has convinced his father to sell him the house instead of turning it over to the Conclave. The house was owned by a mage and has too many magical enhancements to be sold to mundanes. It has magical protections and wards, but the Lee family is paying for more to be added.

·         Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·         Blue Room. A gay strip bar operated by the weretiger Mahendra Khatri. Most of the employees and clientele can't see through the velamen arcanum. Zeno Schiller dances here and a lot of versipelles and mages frequent the place. Unfortunately for most of our main characters, the minimum age to enter is 21.

·         Butternut Ranch Resort. A luxury resort less than an hour north of Severan via a windy road through the national forest. It's mage friendly and is owned and operated by mages. There's a magic circle to ease translocation spells in the basement, and a lot of magical enhancements that are subtle enough for the mundanes not to notice. The resort sits at the northern end of the numina flux zone.

·         Ibis House. A large house in town that is used by the mages as off-campus residence. It's shielded by the velamen arcanum and mundanes tend to ignore it. It's been modified by magic over the decades and has a lot of magical features and defenses. There's a magic circle to make translocation spells easier to use. It's owned and operated by the Ibis Foundation, a mage NGO that maintains Ibis House facilities near mundane universities in many towns.

·         Newbury's Country Kitchen. A diner owned by Esther Newbury, a widow whose daughter Molly helps in the restaurant. She's a member of PFLAG because of her son Bobby who experienced violence in town before moving to Columbus. The restaurant has mostly traditional American dishes, but they can accommodate vegetarians and other special diets.

·         Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·         Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·         Severan House. The oldest building on campus, it was originally the home of Aurelius Severan, the mage who founded the college. Severan House contains offices, a museum, and several mage-only facilities, including a magic circle in the basement to make translocation spells more accurate. Students living at Ibis House and mages visiting from other towns and states use this circle to arrive in Severan.

·         Wolf House. A large farmhouse surrounded by row apartments used by werewolves to house wolves who can't or don't want to live on campus. It's governed by Zeno Schiller with the aid of a council of alphas. It's the headquarters of the Severan Pack.