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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.

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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. In this storyline, all the skinchangers undergo transformation.

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College Magic Cycle

· My Roommate the Alchemist (concluded)

· Wishcraft (concluded)

· Alchemy and Songcraft

· Magery

· Elf Master

· The Pack

· Tales of Severan

Other Stories

· Small Town Slave Boys

· Jack and the Giant

· Sacred Submissives

· Bellus Cinaedus

· Guardian Angel

· Eros in Arcadia

· Nivean and the Dvergar

· Desert Heat

· Constituent Services

· The Dancing Princes 

Elf Master Chapter 13

3^rd Sunday in September

Nico

I decided to begin my rounds at midnight. Kyle was away from campus with Philip, and I'd sent Viertag the red cap to keep watch outside his apartment. I'd lost two of my sprites to the vampire, whether captured or killed I didn't know. Now he had come to my attention. I was honorbound to repay him. More than that; he had aroused my ire. I would destroy him utterly. That left me with the two razor children, the boggart and two further sprites still available. I'd left the sprites to watch the exterior of Baylor Hall and the boggart resting comfortably in a box in my closet. The razor children were with me tonight. They should be protection enough against dangers.

The purview of my title allowed me, as the Duke of the Elms of Central Park, many advantages. Among them were free travel via elm trees anywhere in the park and command over the lesser fae who dwelt in the park. But, once I knew I would be relocating to Severan, I had made special arrangements with the Countess of the Elms of Ohio, which gave us both free access to each other's domains. It wasn't strictly necessary since we were colleagues in the elm court, but it was polite and came in handy on nights like this. Over the last two years, I had walked the green paths of the fae from one tree to another throughout the environs, so I knew many of the trees in the area.

I'd entered the green path via the large elm sitting in front of Baylor Hall and exited, barely a moment later, from a suitable elm not too far from Philip's apartment. The tree spirit was waiting for me. Like all elm spirits they were hermaphroditic with slender bodies that naturally bore both male and female organs. This particular spirit went by the name Lyan.

Lyan bowed before me. "Welcome Visiting Duke. By using my tree, you do me the greatest of honors. How may I be of service to you?"

They wore a diaphanous gown that clung to their skin and left little to the imagination. It wasn't uncommon attire for tree spirits, but it was titillating enough to let me know that they were interested. I said, "Arise and rejoice in the moonlight, Lyan. The honor is mine. Tell me, if you will, of any strangely behaving humans in the area."

Lyan arose and blushed. Like most tree spirits, they hungered for the attention of the fey lords and ladies, and they were trying to attract my notice. They brushed their hair back and smiled, their appearance seeming to shift between that of a teenage male and that of a teenage female. It was the nature of the elm tree itself that dictated this transformation.

"My lord, those humans with the mundane devices have constructed a hunting blind in the white ash that overlooks the lynx man's apartment."

"Do they appear to be hunting the lynx man?" I asked. Tree spirits seldom remembered the names of the mundanes around them so calling him Philip would have done no good.

Lyan replied, "Yes, my Lord. Cadrian tells me that he has overheard them talking. They plan to kill the lynx man on the night of the next full moon."

"Can you travel with me and introduce me to Cadrian? Ash spirits don't owe me fealty of any kind," I asked.

While Lyan was technically in the Countess's domain, we were all part of the elm court and shared that connection. They were almost bouncing with joy. "Yes, my Lord. I would be more than happy to do so."

I followed Lyan toward the edge of the woods. The razor children were following us at a distance. Appearing as children, these fae were among the most lethal. They could run with incredible speed, and they carried silver knives, sharp as razor. The last thing their enemies would hear would be their ominous laughter.

Hunters could often see through the velamen, so we cloaked ourselves in a deeper glamor that none but those with fey sight could penetrate. All fae could become invisible to mundanes by wrapping themselves in the velamen, but most of us could also use this deeper glamor to shield ourselves even from mages and skinchangers. A very few humans, like the boy Joey Peters I had found watching the flower fae at work, had the gift of fae sight. In his case, he'd inherited it from his Ambrose ancestors, many of whom were close to the fae.

Like all fae, I could see at night almost as well as during the light, although everything was tinged with blue. The hunter's blind was camouflaged on a platform thirty feet up in the tree.

The razor children spoke in eerie unison. "Can we kill them now?"

I raised a hand to call for silence. "It would be impolite to kill them in Cadrian's tree without his leave."

Lyan approached the tree and called for Cadrian. He came out of the tree, and I immediately knew that he had also dressed to impress. Ash trees weren't hermaphroditic, and neither were their tree spirits. Cadrian was a sturdy lad, built like a handsome jock. Of course, he looked like a teen, but more like a human lad of eighteen or twenty years. And he was wearing a tight little loincloth that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

He approached and fell to his knees. "Welcome Duke of the Elms, you do me a great honor."

He was definitely playing up to me. That was good. Maybe I could recruit him to help root out these hunters and whoever was behind them. I knew about the vampire, but I didn't know if he was behind everything, or if he was an opportunist.

I placed one hand on Cadrian's head and said, "Rise, Cadrian. You return the honor with your beauty and respect."

He rose and stood a little closer to me. He was taller than I was and more powerfully built. I could tell that he was trying to figure out which role he could play. He'd started very submissive, but now he was looming near me to seem more dominant. I appreciated his versatility.

"What service can I provide you, Lord?" His gaze explored my own, being both bold and amenable, and I could have sworn I saw the pouch of his loincloth twitch from the corner of my eye.

"These hunters who are lodged in your tree. Lyan tells me that they plan to kill the lynx man on the next full moon."

He nodded, his dark curly hair waving around his head. "Two of them are there now. I've seen four different humans, but never more than two at a time."

"Can we kill them now, Lord?" The razor children asked. They were simple creatures, but they were very good at what they did.

I shook my head. "No. You can't. You can follow them tonight and find out where they live. On the night of the full moon, when they come here to hunt, then we can surprise them."

They smiled at me and said, "Yes, Lord."

As for Cadrian, I decided to seal the deal. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed his powerful muscles. "I'll need your help if we are going to stop them from killing Philip... the lynx man."

"It's not my responsibility to protect him, my Lord." Like almost all fey, Cadrian was unconcerned with mundane matters. I was considered strange among my people because I did care.

I nodded. "You're correct. It's not your responsibility. I made it mine last year when I made him one of my sodales. But the tree is your responsibility. Wouldn't you like to remove them from your home?"

He nodded in turn. "Yes, my Lord, I would."

I ran a hand down his muscular chest and let it rest on his substantial cock. "We should take time tonight to seal the deal between us so that our interests are commingled."

His smile showed that he was more than willing. I turned to Lyan and gave them a kiss on their bowlike lips. I stroked their hair and said, "And I will come back tomorrow night and show you proper gratitude for your help."

Lyan smiled back at me and bowed once more before taking off to return to their tree. I left strict instructions with the razor children to watch the men and safeguard Cadrian's tree. Then the two of us used his tree to enter Faerie. We stayed near the area anchored to the mundane world by his tree. Being a tree spirit, Cadrian was most comfortable when close to his tree in one world or the other. Since it was nighttime in the mundane world, this part of Faerie was also shrouded in darkness, aside from the small glowing sprites who sat on the branches, illuminating the clearing, as if by fairy lights.

Cadrian knelt before me again. He looked up at me with that handsome face of his, full lips and heroic brow and strong nose, asking, "How shall we seal the deal, my Lord?"

I put a hand on his head and asked, "This is your home. Would you rather that I, a visitor, come into it and play the master, or are you going to be the master of your own domain?"

His skin was light brown and smooth, and his hair was darker brown, like his eyes. His eyes narrowed in contemplation, then he stood. I had to look up at him. He had been taller than me when we first met, but now he had grown even taller in response to his growing dominance. His shapely lips formed into a smile, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down with irresistible force.

This time, I fell to my knees before him. I let my glamor fade away. And Cadrian revealed himself as well. He looked the same, but his skin took on the appearance of polished timber, right down to the visible lines of the grain. His softly curled hair took on the appearance of a tumble of vines, while any fur on his body became almost bark-like. His hands were still warm, but they were as solid as the finest lacquered carpentry.

I pulled the ties on his loincloth and unwrapped the prize. His cock sprang forth, eight inches of, and it made me wonder if this is where mundanes had gotten the term from, hard wood. I opened my mouth to swallow it. Since he was so large, I enlarged my mouth just enough to accommodate him. Cadrian slapped my face hard enough to get my attention. "It's not polite to change shape in another's domain."

He was right of course. I was used to doing things the easy way and I'd forgotten my manners. I looked up at him and said, "I suppose you wouldn't give me permission to transfigure myself in your dominion?"

He smiled down at me and shook his head. "I could, but I'm not going to. And you know why."

I smiled up at him and said, "Because I don't really want you to."

He kissed my forehead. "You don't. I'm not sure why. I'm not as smart and tricky as an elf, but I could tell that you wanted me to be the master tonight. And this is my domain. You came here of your own free will and you accepted my position. I could keep you here now that you're in my power, but you'll have to trust that I won't. Now, listen to me. Suck. My. Cock."

"Yes, Master."

I swallowed the head of his cock. The flavor was somehow a perfect combination of masculine musk and the rich tannins of wood, like the underlying sharpness of dry wine. And it was somehow both as hard as wood and as silkily smooth as firm flesh. Without changing shape, it was a challenge to open wide enough to fit him inside, but I managed it.

"Are you comfortable enough?" he asked, obviously concerned about me since he'd denied me permission to change shape.

I looked up at him without pulling off his cock and nodded. He put one hand on the back of my head and the other on the back of my neck. His grip was firm but loving. His eyes gleamed and the corners of his mouth lifted mischievously. "Good because now you are going to take the whole thing."

He kept his eyes locked on mine and then he pushed his cock slowly but relentlessly into my throat. It wasn't like I'd never done it before. I had centuries of experience. I gagged; I choked; I coughed up mucus, but I took him down my throat.

I reached up and fondled his walnut size balls while Cadrian held my head and fucked my face. He was virile and manly in the way that reflected his tree's height and girth. I was happily choking on his dick, but I could tell that he was getting close when he thrust all the way inside, pressing his coarse pubic hair into my nose. His cock exploded sending his nutty seed pouring down my throat.

Then he pulled out and held out his hands. I took them and he pulled me to my feet and locked his firm lips on mine. My erect cock was pressing against his hard thigh, moving ever so slightly like it was caressing him. He reached down to take it in his hand. He gave it a squeeze and I moaned. "That feels good, Cadrian, but is that the hardest you can squeeze?"

We stared at one another; his emerald eyes boring into my purple ones. He tightened his grip slowly, but he didn't let up. It felt like my nuts were in a vice. A sharp jolt of pain shot through me, but I didn't cry out. "You can't hurt me, Cadrian."

"No, but you can feel the pain. I've heard it said you like that, but I wasn't sure. Until now."

I bit his chest with my sharp feline teeth. He clamped his hand harder and, to my surprise and delight, lifted me by my balls. The joy of fornicating with my fellow Fae; mundane fears and limitations had no place with us. He tossed me backward until I slammed into the ground. Then he pounced on me, grabbing my hands and holding them to the ground. His body changed, becoming even larger. His skin took on a more bark-like appearance. His fingernails became spines that curled like the thorns of a rose. I bucked my hips underneath him, but I couldn't dislodge his more powerful body. I was trapped beneath him, the rough bark of his skin scraping across my smooth elven flesh.

He pressed his knee against my groin, causing me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then he slapped my face hard enough to make my teeth rattle. He asked, "Is this what you do to that human slave of yours?"

I shook my head. The capacity of the lesser fae to gossip was infamous. Buckwalder would never betray my trust, but the sprites had probably said something to the flower faeries, and they'd likely told the nearby tree spirits as they flitted from flower bed to flower bed. The elm spirits may have been willing to keep quiet about me, but the oak spirits, and especially the maple spirits, who spread gossip as easily as they cast their seeds to the wind, would have told everyone.

I replied, "No. He'd break. But I have one question for you."

He canted his head to one side and asked, "What is your question?"

I gave him my most mischievous smile and replied, "Why are you so fucking weak?"

That provoked him to greater heights of aggression. He yanked my legs apart and placed the blunt tip of his hard wooden cock against my hole. He held both my hands in one of his and then he moved the other back to my balls. Then he pushed inside me with one brutal thrust. It felt like he was pushing a baseball bat into my rectum. I threw back my head and howled. He let go of my legs and used his powerful torso to keep them parted. He held my hips off the ground with a vise-like grip on my balls, while his other hand rubbed across my chest, pausing from time to time to twist my nipples.

As we continued our fornication, I started to become aware of the scenery around us changing. I was at once both impaled on his cock and on that massive Ash tree he called his home. My vision shifted back and forth between the visceral stench and hardness of the mundane world and the ethereal malleability of Faerie. My cock was writhing around, twitching, and swelling. As the pressure continued to grow from Cadrian's expert ministrations, every thrust and twist sending jolts of pleasure through me, the tip of my dick began to turn the dark color that meant my impending release.

My ass felt jolt after jolt of pain form the rough fucking it was getting, and my balls felt like he was ripping them off. I'd coached Kyle to use his teeth when blowing me, but I didn't think he'd ever be capable of using this kind of force. I'd been tempted to visit Gideon the alpha were-lynx. He seemed capable of treating me the way I wanted, but I could never trust that the cuffs and straps he used wouldn't contain steel thread, making me truly helpless.

He pushed deeper inside me, like a powerful root growing into my bowels. With a mighty shove, I felt him break though into my colon, filling me completely. His girth stretched me to the limit and pressed against my prostate, like a thumb pushing on my pleasure button.

Cadrian let go of my nipples and my balls and he delivered a powerful backhanded slap to my nuts. And then the pressure broke within me. Tears poured out of my eyes while my creamy spunk flew out of my cock and sprayed all over my torso.

"AAAAARGH! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! POUND MY ASS WITH YOUR POWERFUL WOOD!"

I wasn't human and I hadn't had a chance to let myself go sexually in a long time. I sprayed more cum than ten humans and one massive spurt landed on my lips.

Afterwards, we lay together on the mossy ground. Dozens of sprites had been in attendance to testify to our union, and an equal number of gnomes hid in the foliage surrounding the clearing. Cadrian's mouth was still working on me, kissing, nibbling and, best of all, biting. He was gentle for one of our kind, but his gnawing would have drawn blood if I were human. He ran one hand down my bruised torso and massaged my red cock and balls.

"That was good for you, my Lord?" he asked.

"Oh yeah! I haven't had that in a long time. Thank you."

He pinched my sensitive cock hard enough to make me wince. "Perhaps next time, you'll show me how strong you are?"

It wasn't my way to become entangled with the same lover repeatedly, but he had been extraordinary. And his brown skin, so representative of the chocolatey depths of polished Ash, gleamed in the moonlight and made me want him again. I wondered what my cock would feel like, slithering between his firm cheeks. I rolled over and pushed him to the ground. I straddled his hard body. His cock, like most of us fae, returned to readiness much faster than any mundane. I scooted back, impaling myself again, my bruised ass throbbing in anticipation of another pounding.

I bit his lips hard enough to make him gasp. "You have a deal, but first I am going to ride you again and scream so loudly that all the spirits in this region know how powerful you are."

The scene shifted. Now we were in a broader clearing and the trees pressed in, jostling themselves in a tight circle. The sky was filled with sprites, glowing softly as they pranced in the air around us. A quartet of fauns began a lively tune, joining the wisps in their dance around us, and the tree spirits came out to witness. Powerfully built ash, willow and oak spirits, both male and female, the smaller and more slender spirits of holly and persimmon, still manifesting some as male and some as female, and the plethora of spirits belonging to walnuts, hickories, beech and pecan, and of course Elm, hermaphroditic like Lyan, but displaying the whole spectrum from mostly male presenting to mostly female presenting.

I rode Cadrian until we both came again, then I promised him a repeat soon.

 

Philip

I woke before Kyle. I sat up and stared at his powerful, muscular body, with his broad vee shaped chest and his powerful legs and arms. And his face. Guys like me never had a chance with guys like him. It was amazing how genetics worked. His shoulders were broader than mine, and his hips were narrow. I had more muscle on my torso, and it was more cleanly defined, but, aesthetically, my rectangular build was nowhere near as attractive as his. My dick was bigger, but his was... well it was bigger than the small things on one of those ancient statues, but he was barely average in length, even when it was hard, and now when it was soft, it looked small. He was definitely a grower, not a shower. I thought his cock was beautiful, both when erect and when softly nestled between his thighs like it was now. And his face was classically handsome, with thick bow shaped lips, a strong but not too prominent nose and a flawless complexion, that looked like he'd never felt the curse of acne.

I should be jealous. Hell, I should be jealous enough to hate him, but I didn't. I wanted him to be mine, however I had forced myself to see reason. That was never going to happen. His master had made him into a slut who was compelled to give himself freely to any man who wanted him. And as much as it disturbed me to think about it, there was a part of him that wanted that and needed it. Even if he ever managed to get free, I didn't think he'd stop playing the slut completely, unless this Simon character could make him.

And that was the other obstacle to me being with this gorgeous guy. He was in love with someone named Simon Carter. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of a gorgeous muscle man with a perfect shape to his body, someone more like Kyle. That kind of guy always seemed to attract others just like them, leaving the rest of us panting in their wake.

I climbed out of bed quietly without waking him and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I was just finishing up when he came into the room, naked and gorgeous. Sure, he still had a little bit of a gut, but it was shrinking faster than I thought possible. In fact, it seemed to have shrunk a little over night.

"Good morning, stud," I called to him. When Kyle smiled, it was like the sun had just come out from behind a cloud. At least it was for me. I had to admit, even just to myself, that I was in love with him.

"Good morning, Philip."

He seemed overjoyed that I had ordered him to call me by my name from now on. I set two plates on the table and pulled out a chair for him. "Your breakfast awaits."

He sat down and looked thoughtfully at the plates. "I'm not sure I can eat this, Philip. I love pancakes and I really appreciate that you did this but..."

I interrupted. "...but nothing. You have two eggs poached in traditional vinegar and salt, two ounces of thinly sliced smoked salmon, sliced tomatoes – probably the last good tomatoes we'll find at the farmer's market until next summer – pancakes made from 100% almond flour – very low carb – and homemade smearcase to spread on them, not that sugary stuff they sell in the grocery."

I kissed his temple and said, "I did my research well. Everything here matches your diet plan."

He gave me another one of those billion dollar smiles and picked up his knife to spread some of the cottage cheese spread on his pancakes. "Thank you, Philip. You're wonderful."

I sat down on the other side of the table, and we had a very civilized and, at least from my perspective, very romantic breakfast. Then I let him help me clean up before he had to go. Then he had to get ready to go back to campus. Someone had embroidered, "Kyle Mason, Hot Bottom" on the strap of his jock. Whoever it had been was extremely perceptive, I thought wryly. He'd just put his clothes back on, covering that fine ass of his, when there was a knocking on the door.

It was Nico. I opened the door and said, "Come in."

He stepped into the apartment tentatively. I'd noticed that he seemed more cautious lately, like he was expecting to be attacked at any moment. I noticed there was a foul smell, like something dead. I'd never associated that with Nico before.

Nico sat down on my sofa. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him and Kyle ran over to kneel on the carpet in that very spot. A flash of anger and hatred washed over me, seeing him treat Kyle that way. Nico smiled at me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Hell, for all I knew he did. Elves! Did anyone really understand them?

Nico's mouth looked bruised, and I'd noticed when he came in that was walking less gracefully, more delicately than usual. He gestured at the recliner like he was the host, yet offering me my own chair. Despite my irritation, I sat down.

He was silent for a moment, his hand resting gently, almost affectionately on Kyle's shoulder. His finger gently rubbed Kyle's neck. He stared at me with those strange purple eyes of his for an awkward span of time, then he spoke.

"You don't remember our first meeting, do you?"

I was a little confused, as it had only happened recently."You mean when you first came here, the first time Kyle and I were together?"

He smiled and said, "Do you remember a guy named Barton who made your life miserable last year?"

I frowned and nodded my head. "Yes."

Nico continued with a smile. "Do you remember that night in the woods when he came upon you while you were exploring in your lynx form, how he attacked you as a wolf and seemed intent on killing you, or at least maiming you?"

I was getting uncomfortable with this line of conversation. I'd thought I was going to die that night. That encounter is what set me on a six-month intensive exercise program and caused me to put on so much muscle. I'd been saved by a mysterious stranger, much smaller and slenderer than me. I hadn't gotten a good look at the guy. I assumed it was one of the tree spirits. There was a particularly feisty holly spirit that had been coming on to me, but he claimed to know nothing about it.

Suddenly it dawned on me. "That was you."

He nodded. "It was. I did it because I didn't like Barton, so you don't owe me anything. I just want you to believe me that I have only the best intentions toward you. No tricks. You need to know that there are hunters encamped in the woods behind this apartment complex. Two hunters watch your backyard. And another two watch your front door."

A chill ran down my spine. "So, they're hunting me?"

He cocked his head to one side and lifted an eyebrow as if to say how obvious it was. "They want to take you in lynx form, so they plan to kill you on the full moon when you have no choice but to change. If I were you, I wouldn't change where they could see me until then unless I absolutely had to.."

"Why do they want to kill me?"

"Aside from the fact that you're versipellis? It's likely my fault. I've been here a couple of times and they've probably noticed. They must think you're working for me."

"I am!" I shouted. "You had me check out that house on Holly!"

He held up his hand. "Shh. They have parabolic microphones. They're hearing white noise right now, but I don't know how good their... computers... how good they are at cleaning up the distortion. You have been working for me and that means any attempt on your life would be an insult to me. I don't plan to let them succeed."

I couldn't believe that Kyle interrupted his master. He was obviously concerned enough about my well-being that he risked his master's wrath. "If you know where they are, couldn't you kill them before they can get ready, Master?"

His tone seemed to indicate that he wasn't interested in less violent solutions. Neither was his master. Nico let his glamor drop and he extended his claws. "We wait until the night of the full moon. Hopefully they come out in force. We go into the woods, and we end them all."

And then all the illusions fell away. Standing next to me, close enough to touch, there stood a hunched figure resembling an old man with a long beard. He carried a sword almost as long as he was tall. It was serrated on its bronze side and razor sharp on the silver side. He wore a long dirty looking coat and iron shod boots. Other than the cold eyes of a dispassionate killer, his most striking feature had to be his knit cap, stained reddish brown, small rivulets of blood dripping down his cheeks.

I jumped back and stumbled into the table. A high-pitched giggling caught my attention. It came from two small beings. They were only two and a half feet tall, and they resembled beautiful children. They held silver razors twelve inches long in their hands, and they giggled in erie unison.

Nico said, "You will come to Baylor Hall. There's a room you can use in the basement. You will only come back here when one of my vassals comes with you. And then on the full moon, we will make sure that you're safe."

I nodded and said, "Thank you."

Then I packed up some clothes, just enough to fit in my backpack so I wouldn't be obvious to the lookouts. Nico's vassals became invisible, and Nico turned into a blue jay. The razor children disappeared gradually as their unnerving giggles faded slowly to silence. Kyle and I went out and climbed inside his truck. There wasn't much to say on the way back to campus. But when we pulled into the parking lot, there was a short, slender black guy waiting for us. Kyle grinned, got out of the truck, and ran over to him. They hugged and clapped each other on the back like two straight bros but their eyes told a different story. This pretty little black twink, six inches shorter than Kyle and almost a hundred pounds lighter had to be the infamous Simon Carter. This was the guy Kyle was in love with?

Nico came up behind me and said, "You never stood a chance, I'm afraid. Let's go inside. Sebastian will allow you to use one of the hideout rooms."

 

Kyle

I was still in shock over the revelation that someone was trying to kill Philip. He was one of the nicest people I knew. If the hunters were after him, they deserved whatever Nico did to them. Philip seemed to be in shock too. And now he was going to be staying in the dorm, and apparently there were dorm rooms in the basement. One of these days, I was going to have to explore the campus. Nico would probably allow it if I gave blowjobs to all comers in a new location every night, I thought, partly as a joke, but knowing that it was likely true. And it also happened to suddenly make me very horny.

All that went out of my head when I saw Simon waiting on me. Last night, when I was breaking down and showing what a fucking loser I was, all I kept thinking about was how Simon would understand – not that Philip hadn't managed to calm me down in his own special way. My body was still tingling with excitement from his wonderful massage.

But there was Simon, standing on the sidewalk, looking... rumpled. Simon never looked messy. Even his hair was out of place, flat on one side and bushy on the other. I ran over and dropped my bag next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder, but he put both of his hands around me and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come over last night and talk. It was important, not more important than you, but... I couldn't get away. We were in the middle of a ritual."

I squeezed him tight. "Hey, it was fine. Everything turned out ok in the end. I was just... how did you know what happened?"

Simon stepped to one side of me and put his hand on my shoulder like a true friend. As we were walking into the building, he said, "Your friend, Philip, called me and told me what happened. I knew something like this was going to happen. It was just a matter of time, and I'd promised you I would be there to help you through it. It was the one thing that I said I would do. I'm really sorry."

He seemed a lot more upset than I was. I was a whiny pussy last night but felt fine today. I stopped him and put both hands on his shoulder. "You can stop that now. I'm fine. You would have been there if you could."

I didn't want Simon to get too upset over not coming over last night. Sure, it felt terrible at the time. When I was upset the only thing that I wanted was to have a talk with him, but I didn't want him to feel too pressured. I didn't want him to back off because I was too much trouble. It had hurt me badly when I thought Philip had rejected my friendship, but if Simon did... it would probably kill me.

We walked upstairs and went to our rooms to get ready for our run in the woods. Once inside, I pulled off my clothes and started stretching. I wanted to be in prime condition. Simon thought of me as some kind of exercise expert, and I didn't want to let him down. I glanced over at the full-length mirror on the bathroom door and assessed my muscles. They were definitely starting to get definition. Maybe I could talk him into hitting a few of the workout stations on the way so they'd be fully pumped. He said he liked looking at my body so I may as well make it look as good as it can.

I smiled at myself in the mirror, and I noticed Buckwalder looking at me. He gave me an exaggerated frown followed by a quick smile. He threw the shorts he'd been sewing into a box and grabbed another pair that I hadn't seen before. They looked small and silky, and my dick plumped a little at being seen in them. I smiled back at him and grabbed my dumbbells. I resumed some basic calisthenics from the regime Nico had, and not too long ago, forced me to undertake.

I was still exercising when Master came back into the room. He gave me a nod of approval and then sat down on the bed. His shirt slipped aside, and I saw dark bruises on his neck, like someone had... no! He had hickeys! Who was strong enough to bruise my master? I couldn't think of anyone off the top of my head.

He looked in my direction and said, "Keep exercising. You're beginning to show excellent results."

He jumped up and ran his hands over my ass and across my belly. "I think you've lost the majority of the fat. This is mostly loose skin."

He put his hand on my shoulder. "Stop for a moment."

When I stopped, he grabbed my balls with one hand and grabbed my ear with the other. He'd done this before when he was checking my health. "Your body fat percentage is much better now. Tightening this skin is hard to do through exercise, so I'm going to help you."

He chanted some words in a strange language that sounded like singing. My whole body started tingling. Master dragged me into the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. Then he brought two ferns from our dorm room into the bathroom. "Your body fat is very good, but you have a few pockets of hard to remove fat. I adjusted your metabolism for the next hour, and you are going to be burping and peeing."

I gave him a very quizzical look and asked, "Can I ask why, Master?"

He patted my head and replied, "According to my chemistry class, when your body metabolizes fat, it produces carbon dioxide and water. It has to go somewhere."

"And the ferns?"

"To consume all the excess carbon dioxide. I'll speed up their metabolism as well, so they can keep up."

He smiled and went out into the room, pausing in the doorway to say, "I'll tell Simon 11:30 for your run."

As he was closing the door, I heard him say, "Don't pout, Buckwalder. That gives you an extra thirty minutes."

I swore never to tell anyone the details of that hour, but I did literally burp and piss away the remaining excess fat on my body. When I was done, I stepped back out into the room. Buckwalder handed me a gray jock with a mesh pouch. It had a darker gray waistband. Embroidered on it in thick pink floss were the words "Hot Bottom". I pulled them on, and they fit me perfectly. The pouch cradled and supported my dick, the straps were snug against my hips and the waistband was exactly the right fit for my new trim belly. I turned to look at my tight ass framed by those straps. Unlike the rounded bulges at my sides, I hadn't even noticed the small rolls of fat under my cheeks until they were gone.

Then he handed me the black shorts. They were barely long enough to cover my balls in the front, and they would show my straps in the back whenever I bent down, even slightly. They were the kind where the front and back panels overlapped a little, but they weren't connected. With my round ass, they left my legs exposed almost all the way to the waistband.

The shirt was a transparent pink mesh with no sleeves. About three inches of my midriff was exposed. A pair of black running shoes completed the look. When I glanced in the mirror, I was impressed. Losing those last few pounds had really made a difference. I turned and knelt next to Buckwalder. "Hey Bucky. I want to say thank you for all the work you do. I couldn't look this good without you."

He wrapped his strong leathery arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. Then he pulled out a bracelet made from woven leather with tiny beads made from carved and polished stones. He wrapped it around my left wrist and tied it. He smiled and went to clean up his sewing mess.

I grabbed my phone and headed over to Simon's room. He was just tying his shoes. His roommate Drew was standing in front of his dresser, brushing his hair. He was dressed only in a loose pair of athletic shorts, the gray knit kind that let me know that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Simon, could you leave us alone for a minute? Go check on Lalo and make sure he knows we're getting together at Wolf House tonight."

"Isn't it just for the alphas?"

"There will be an optional beta gather, and Lalo needs to make sure he makes it. He's dating a mage now, and he needs to make it clear he's still one of us."

Simon laughed. "Are you afraid everyone will think he's somehow abandoned his wolf and became a mage's lapdog?"

Drew turned around and leaned back against his dresser. "It's serious, Simon. The betas are kind of stuck in their ways. They don't like change and they don't like the idea of a mage..." he shrugged "...fucking a wolf, not to put too fine a spin on it."

Simon was shaking his head. "Fucking betas! Any other advice for him?"

"Tell him to mark Oliver with his scent and walk him around campus for the betas to get a whiff."

Simon laughed and grabbed his phone. "Don't be mean to Kyle while I'm gone."

When he left, Drew sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Sit down, Kyle."

A shiver went down my spine. This man had ordered his pack to beat the crap out of me and then they'd raped me. I knew that I deserved it after all I'd done, but... it all came back to me. Darren had just dropped me to my knees with a punch that felt like it broke some bones. Then he'd forced me onto my knees, and he'd fucked me until I came. And Drew was the one who'd ordered it. I was taller and a lot more muscular than Drew Janowski, but I had to admit to myself that I was afraid of him.

I wanted to run out of the room, but the damned necklace I wore around my neck as a slave collar made me obey. Drew snorted, "I can see why he likes you. You are one sexy guy."

Everyone always assumed that Simon was interested in me sexually. I knew that he was just mentoring me through my coming out experience. He... Simon... was much too good for me. I'd had a chance and I blew it. He'd offered me affection and I'd beat on him. And then he told me that there was no chance for us. So, whenever I felt myself drawn to Simon in that way, I just kept repeating it to myself. There was no chance for us.

All I said was, "Simon doesn't like me that way, sir."

Drew sighed. "If you say so. All I know is that he laid into me over the way I've treated you."

"It's okay, sir. You did what you had to do to keep your pack satisfied." I understood the logic, but I knew that I wasn't over it, and it wasn't okay. All I wanted to do was forget about it and, instead, everyone kept reminding me.

Drew put his hand on my knee and squeezed it companionably. "I'm not going to apologize for administering pack justice. I did what I had to. Simon let me have it for giving you the cold shoulder and treating you like you hadn't already paid for your crime, and he was right."

"It's okay, sir..."

Drew his hand up and said, "Stop talking, Kyle. Just listen."

I couldn't respond if I wanted to. That magic chain forced me to obey all orders. My voice was locked away where I couldn't reach it.

Drew continued, "You've paid. I know you don't think it was fair; I... maybe I don't really think it was fair either. But it's done. I was pissed when Simon told me to stop being an ass. You should have seen him, though, he was magnificent. He was very convincing, and I just wanted you to know that I'm instructing the pack to leave you alone from now on. They won't harass you at all."

I tried to acknowledge him, but I couldn't. So, he just assumed I was mad and resumed talking. "I heard that one of my pack was harassing you at soccer practice the other day. I'll tell him to leave you alone."

I shook my head. When that didn't get my point across, I jumped off the bed and knelt before him on the carpet. I grabbed his knees and tried to beg.

"Just tell me!" Drew demanded.

As soon as my voice was free, I begged, "Please don't, sir. I wasn't upset just now. When you ordered me to stop talking, I couldn't speak because you'd told me not to and I can't disobey anyone's commands."

I heard a sharp intake of breath and he muttered, "That fucking elf! Kyle, feel free to speak your mind around me."

I knew that Drew's command wouldn't prevent me from having to obey orders he accidentally gave me in the future. II hoped Simon would explain it to him later.

"Sir, Aidan treated me like one of his friends, like... well it was like we were friends."

Drew spoke calmly. "My informant has told me that two of Aidan's followers were sexually harassing you in the shower."

"Yes, sir, but Aidan stopped them when they went too far. He... we had sex in the backroom of Pappy's Pizza, and Aidan treated me just like the other guys. I... um... I kind of liked it."

Drew put his hands on my head and stared into my eyes. "I wish Xav were here to tell me if you're telling me the truth. Are you saying that Aidan treated you like one of his friends?"

"Yes, sir. I mean, no one was allowed to suck my dick and I wasn't allowed to fuck anyone, but it was the same with that cute little twink who followed Aidan everywhere, his... gamma twink, I think he called him?"

Drew seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then he pulled me back up onto the bed next to sit next to him. "Alright. I'll accept that as true, but... dammit! Did Aidan bite you?"

"No, sir!" I replied.

"Good." He sat there in silence for a while, then he continued, "Simon is a good guy and he's new to his alpha status. He likes you more than you seem to realize. Don't hurt him."

That was a command. I had no choice but to obey it, but I didn't think I could ever bring myself to hurt Simon. He, Philip, Oliver and Aidan, I just realized... were my only friends. Unless... was Gideon a friend? Maybe him too. And what about Oliver's collection of twinks? Cameron (although he was on the muscular side to be a twink), Micah, Tristan, Lalo and Ethan. Maybe if I made an effort, I could count them as friends as well.

 

Jebediah Scanlon

Philip Mertz left with the elf's faggot boyfriend, slave, roommate, whatever the fuck he was. He was a skinchanger, some kind of were-cat, and he was working for the elf. As a skinchanger, he was on the list anyway, but his priority had risen a lot since his paw prints were seen near the safehouse. They'd also been seen around Trey Norton's house and then Trey showed up dead, strangled in his own bed. Everyone knew he and his guys had gotten into a fight with the elf and his faggot boyfriend down in the park.

The elf was around last night. He had to have been. Something had excited the local spirits. There was new growth on the ash tree our blind was in, and Lou had spotted a brief glimpse of the elf coming out of a certain big elm not too far away. The elf was using it somehow to travel quickly from campus to the woods. Maybe he was doing something with our tree as well.

We had a solution for that. All four of my subordinates stood nonchalant around the tree awaiting my signal. I stood back with my shotgun in my hand. It had a very expensive noise suppressor, and it was loaded with iron shot.

I gave the signal and two of the men held large iron spikes against the trunk. Two others took sledgehammers and drove them into the trunk. They hit them again. When the tree spirit stepped out, he was too shaken to remain invisible to those of us blessed by God to see through their petty deceptions. He raised his sharp claws and slashed at Chuck. It was a solid strike, but Chuck was wearing steel mail under his coat. As soon as I had a clear shot, I hit the tree spirit in the abdomen. He collapsed and then my men hammered him with their tungsten steel hammers until he stopped moving.

I checked; he was still alive. I put steel handcuffs on his wrists and on his ankles. We finished spiking the tree, making sure to sink the iron all the way into the heartwood. Then we wrestled him into a large plastic crate, like the ones people kept in their gardens to store tools. We carried him off to the apartment right across from Philip's. According to the Hunter Chronicles, it was probably close enough to his tree to keep him alive, but far enough to slow his healing. We had some questions to ask him.

We planned to wait until the night before the full moon to spike the Elm. Our intelligence told us that the elf wouldn't leave his vassals to be killed. And that included the cat-were. We wanted him off-balance when he came, and then we were going to kill him.

 

Kyle

It wasn't too difficult getting Simon to hit a few workout stations before running. He even seemed into it this morning, like he'd suddenly developed a fondness for exercise. And he smelled different, not that my nose was as keen as a werewolf's or anything, but Simon had always smelled good to me, like he was wearing a light cologne, and the only time I'd ever asked what he wore he'd just laughed and responded, "That's just pure eau de Simon." Today he smelled the same, but it was stronger. It was powerful and... arousing.

I was stretching out after the last station we planned to hit before going to the trail head. Simon took a swig of water and said, "You look fine this morning, Kyle. Have you done something special?"

He stood up and grabbed my bottle. I shook my head. "No. I haven't done anything. This morning, my master said that I'd done a good job, but the remaining fat pockets were too hard to lose, so he did something and they just... disappeared. It took some time. That's why I was late."

"Well, it looks good. Can I touch your muscles?"

I struck a power pose, tightening my core muscles and flexing my arms and legs. Simon smiled while he squeezed them. "These have always felt nice, but I want to feel the places where you used to have those pesky areas of fat."

"Go ahead," I said, holding my breath just a little.

Simon ran his hands over my now flat stomach. I had to concentrate with all my might not to get hard when he touched me. And it got worse when his hand slid down to the uppermost part of my inner thigh.

He seemed to be holding his breath a little too, and his hands were colder than normal. He ran his hand around the inner circumference of my thigh. The back of his knuckles grazed my slowly swelling cock. He said, "This feels really nice, strong, firm and healthy." He gave me a quick look and then pulled away. "No more fatty softness anywhere."

He moved behind me and ran a finger along the curve at the bottom of my buttocks. "You used to have a little fat here that obscured the plane of the muscle. Now it looks firm and smooth."

My skin was hot from my head to my toes. I swallowed hard and then bent over just a bit, tightening my ass and thrusting it back to make it stand out more. "And now?"

Simon's hands ran along both buttocks and then he slid them up the sides of my shorts, stroking the sides of my cheeks. Then suddenly, as if he'd been burned, he stepped back and laughed. "I'd say no homo, but I've got to be me. We should probably run now before anyone gets the wrong idea and thinks we're more than friends."

"Yeah," replied as I stood up tall, trying my best to laugh along with him. "We wouldn't want anyone to get ideas."

We took off running toward the trail head in silence. I was embarrassed that I'd come close to crossing a line with Simon. And I thought he probably was feeling the same. The problem was that Simon was the guy I wanted. I loved the way his curly hair always looked messy on top; I knew he spent a lot of time making it look just so. And I loved his skin, the color of coffee with milk, and his thin but naturally tight muscles and that amazingly firm and round ass of his, and his lips, full and shapely. I loved his laughing eyes and I loved how he always dressed like a million bucks. In short, I loved him. I knew I did. But I also knew that he was out of my league. He was a sweet, loving person who was trying to help me through a difficult time.

He was my friend, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. I didn't want to hurt him emotionally when I eventually did something... something wrong or just plain evil. I didn't want to hurt him physically if I lost control. And I didn't want to hurt his position in the pack. I was bigger than him and anyone who didn't know what a committed bottom I was would probably think I was dominating him in some way. That message Drew gave Simon to take to Lalo, it had to be directed at me and Simon as well. He was a new alpha in the pack. If I made the betas question his authority, I'd be undermining him.

No. Him and me, that wasn't going to happen. It couldn't.

If you didn't understand exercise the way Philip had explained it to me, you'd think that Simon would be a faster and better runner than me. The fact was that leg strength was the most important part in running speed. Today, however, I didn't have to hold back to keep him from falling behind, and that was strange. I'd have to ask him if he'd increased his exercise routines when we took a break.

We weren't exactly alone on the trail. We saw a few others, but none of them were memorable until we saw Darren running our way. He was sweating profusely, and his belly was bouncing. A guy shorter and much slighter than Simon was running around him and talking almost non-stop. He had shoulder length curly hair and a light olive skin tone. When he saw Simon, he came running our way.

"Simon! We went running on the long trail. There's a clearing up there and we took a break." His voice grew lower. "It was a sexy break. Daddy was fucking me hard on the mossy ground, but I got a root poking into my back, so he laid down and let me bounce up and..."

Darren had an exasperated look on his face as he grabbed the guy and held him tight against his chest with one hand over his mouth. He shook his head and gave a half growl-half laugh. "I love this boy to death, but he has no filter on his mouth."

He pulled the guy up and over his shoulder and spanked his butt. "And. He. Doesn't. Understand. That. Not. Everything. We. Do. Is. Everyone. Else's. Business."

The smaller guy was laughing and faking a cry. "I'm sorry, Daddy! Now you have to take me back to our room and spank me hard and not just play with my butt like you know I like!"

Darren heaved a heavy sigh and he put the smaller guy on his shoulders. "What am I going to do with this boy, Simon? He's insatiable."

Then he went running up the trail with the guy still on his back. Simon and I started running again. Finally, I asked, "What was that?"

Simon laughed. "That was Benjy, our pack's own little ADHD werewolf. And according to Darren, he's completely insatiable. That's why Darren is exercising now. He told me he had to build up his stamina because Benjy is ready to be fucked anytime and anywhere."

I chuckled to myself. "It sounds like Darren also needs to learn that everything he does isn't everyone else's business."

We ran hard now that Simon wasn't straining to keep up anymore. He led me along the long trail to a smaller unpaved trail. We jogged along that one because it was overgrown. It led to a small clearing overgrown with trees, illuminated by dappled sunlight on the mossy ground.

"Is this place where Darren and Benjy had sex?" I asked, my cock definitely rising to the occasion.

Simon sighed as he put his bag down. He pulled out a couple of containers of food and a thermos. "It's also the best place to picnic without being observed, so... we'll have to be glad that they already left before we got here."

I helped him unpack. He'd brought a blanket, hard boiled eggs, thinly sliced steak, grape tomatoes, grapes, and a thermos full of iced tea with lemon and no sugar. He motioned for me to sit down and join him. Then he ran a hand over my flat belly. "I asked Xav what you could eat on a low carb diet, and he gave me these things. He called it the alpha wolf diet. Since our wolf spirits are so close to the surface compared to the betas, we need to keep them happy. They don't like carbs either, so if we share a pizza, it will have to be during the waning moon."

We sat there, enjoying the food. I didn't want it to end. When we finished, Simon lay down flat on his stomach and said, "You didn't hold back today. I think I may have a little cramp in my right thigh. Do you think you can give me some help with it."

I stared at him lying there. My fingers were trembling, but I did want to massage his thighs. I wanted to touch him and to feel his muscles beneath his skin. I wanted to touch not only his legs, but his back and... that firm round butt of his. I wondered what it would feel like on my hands... and on my lips. I shook my head to clear that image out of my brain.

His shorts were longer than mine with a five-inch inseam, but most of his leg was visible. I noticed that he had a very light dusting of black hair. It felt so sexy on my hands as I gently massaged his muscles. I was determined to keep this as non-sexual as possible. It wasn't foreplay; it was just one friend helping another friend out with his muscles, but they didn't feel tight to me. They feel firm and enticing. I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss them, or to lick them, all the way up to that round butt of his that was covered by his shorts, but still visible beneath the thin cloth. I was so painfully erect that my jock could barely contain my leaking cock.

I massaged both thighs, daring to run my hands all the way to the top, to the place where his legs ended, and his ass began. My fingers brushed bare skin, framed by straps. My dick twitched and spurted precum. I swallowed a moan. "I... think I'm done."

Simon said, "Now you lie down so I can do you."

I was afraid of what would happen if he touched me the way I touched him, but I didn't want him to see my erection – and in these shorts there was no way he could miss it. I adjusted my dick quickly and flung myself painfully to the ground, pressing my erection against the blanket.

Simon nudged my legs apart so he could straddle one at a time. My first thought was Simon's going to fuck me... finally. Where that finally came from, I had no idea. But he didn't touch my ass, at least not yet. Instead, his hands clamped down on my left calf and massaged it. Then he moved to the right and did the same. Even though he touched me in a non-sexual way, Simon's fingers sent thrills running along my spine like tiny sparks. I didn't think it was possible, but my dick got harder. Was it possible to cum without getting fucked or getting touched on the cock?

It was when he moved back to my left thigh that I felt something hard that could be his erection rubbing against my calf, but then I remembered that he was wearing a cup.

Simon's hands moved up to the straps of my jock, then he moved over to my right thigh and performed the same magic. It was like he was a virtuoso, playing my body for his instrument. He paused, like he was at a crossroads, unsure of what to do. And then he pushed both hands under my shorts and rubbed my smooth cheeks. I was leaking so badly that I felt like my cock was soaking in precum. I couldn't help myself. I moaned loudly and spread my legs. Almost of its own volition, my body lifted my hips toward him.

Suddenly, as if he'd only just remembered what a piece of slutty trash I was, he stopped and jumped up. "I'm sorry, Kyle. I'm... just going to pack up the containers and we can go back. Sorry."

He started putting the empty food containers back into his bag. I stood up, the front of my shorts dripping with precum, completely unable to hide my erection. I grabbed the blanket and started folding it. Simon seemed mad to me. He wouldn't look at me, he just took the blanket wordlessly from my hands. He threw the bag over one shoulder and said, "Let's go back to the dorm."

I let him set the pace this time. He ran as fast as he could, and I followed. I tried to keep my eyes off his round butt, but I failed miserably. Everything had been perfect until I ruined it by moaning. Why did I have to remind him what a piece... remind him that I wasn't worthy of his friendship. The only thing to redeem the whole event was when Simon stopped on the steps. Breathing heavily, he said, "I'll see you tomorrow to run the health trail, okay?"

At least I hadn't blown it permanently. I was walking through the lobby when some guy I didn't know said, "Hey, faggot! Your faucet's leaking!"

My ears burned and I wished I could turn around and beat the crap out of him, but I couldn't. The necklace wouldn't allow me to defend myself, not from words anyway. The guy standing next to him, presumably his friend from the way they'd been talking when I came in, punched him lightly on the arm and said, "Can it, dumb ass. You only wished you looked that good. Besides, he could kick your ass any day, gay or not."

That helped a little, but I still wanted to prove the second guy right by beating his friend into the floor. My anger was still there, just like it had been before Master enslaved me, but it was different. Before I would have wanted to beat him up for calling me names, for insinuating that I was gay. But now, I wanted to beat him up for insulting gay guys in general. If he said that to me, a guy who stood six foot two with 230 pounds or so of solid muscle, what kind of things did he say to boys who couldn't defend themselves, like Kieran, Alonzo, Micah, Oliver, Ethan, Tristan, and Lalo. Well, Lalo was a werewolf. He could probably take care of himself, but the point was still valid.

I went upstairs and stripped. Then I showered again to get the precum off my cock. I shouldn't have bothered, however. Once I sat down on my dildo and began doing homework, my cock started leaking again. I needed to get fucked. And no matter how I bounced or wiggled, I couldn't get an orgasm. Maybe the dildo was too big, maybe it was too flexible, or maybe I just didn't have the leverage I needed to hit my prostate right.

Disturbingly, I didn't come close to orgasm until I'd finished the last of my homework and I was checking my messages. I had a picture pop up showing my brother Andy with both hands over his head making "devil signs" with the pinkies and index fingers. His tongue was sticking out and he was sitting sideways on his roommate's lap. Actually, Ernie was his boyfriend. Given what a homophobic shit Andy had been to me when we were growing up it still amazed me whenever I thought about him being gay. Andy looked happy, like he was enjoying himself. And he should be. Ernie had his hand in Andy's lap, obviously squeezing his cock. The message said, "Rocking out at the Pineridge Music Festival!"

Then I had a message from Ernie. It had several pictures of my brother Andy naked in their apartment. In one he was wearing only an apron that said, "Kiss the Cook". In another he was sitting naked on Ernie's lap. Two other black men and one who looked American Indian were sitting in the room fully clothed. I could see another white guy near the edge of the picture. I couldn't tell for sure from the angle he was sitting, but he didn't seem to be wearing clothes either. The message said, "New Rule: white boys don't wear pants at our house. Maybe I can relax the rules while you're visiting – if you insist. See you at Thanksgiving!"

I knew that Andy acted really gay and really submissive around Ernie, but I had no idea they were that kinky. And it looked like there was at least one other white guy there who was into it. Thinking about that picture made me think about the club Elijah took me to in Louisville. None of the white guys there were fully clothed either. It had been one of the most exciting nights of my life. Nico kept me naked in our dorm room and I had to admit that I kind of liked it. What if Simon and I shared a room, and what if he kept me naked all the time?

That image of me and Simon, together at a party. He was clothed and I was naked. I sat next to him, and he casually touched my body, showing everyone present that I was his. Of course, I was erect, but it was nothing compared to Simon's cock. I'd only ever seen it soft back when we'd shared a room, when I'd peeked at him, but it had been plenty big as it was. However, in the hands of my imagination, it was huge and hard, snaking its way down the leg of his shorts, and I was the only one there allowed to touch it.

And we weren't alone. Elijah was there, his massive cock threatening to burst out of his pants. Tristan was naked, but Kendal wore a lacy pair of panties and thigh high hose. The two boys were kissing and making out in front of Elijah, getting im horny enough to take them both on. And Andy was naked, holding onto Ernie's arm while Earnie was doing something with his hand that made my brother moan.

And that was when my orgasm hit. My cum sprayed the desk and the floor. When I stopped shaking, I responded. "I'm in. No need to change the rules on my behalf."

It wasn't the first time I'd orgasmed from butt play, but it was the first time it had happened with a toy. I pulled myself gingerly off that fake dick. Buckwalder appeared near me, holding a towel. He smiled shyly and pointed toward the bathroom.

 

Buckwalder

My lord had tasked me to look after his slave, and it was not a job that was too onerous for me. When he had first arrived, my lord's slave had been a beautiful boy trapped inside a very ugly shell, but I could always tell a sweet nut from a rancid nut, even through the shell. And Kyle was sweet on the inside. While he slept and the master was away, I would use a little enchantment to keep him in slumber, and I would massage away his anxiety and worry, along with a few pounds of unwanted fat. My lord had set him an impossible task and I wasn't about to let him fail.

Sometimes, the boy would be so excited while he slept that he shot his seed onto his belly while I was massaging his pretty hole. I knew a few spells to soothe pain and to heal minor tears and abrasions. I always tasted his cream, and since it was always sweet, I'd eat it all. When I cleaned his clothes, I cleaned all his seed out of them with my mouth. My lord had never told me not to take what was offered, and it was so easy to get him to offer it when he was sleeping and still sexually aroused.

Now I had a few minutes while the boy was in the shower. I used my fingers to scoop up his cream and eat it. Then I squatted on the chair and cleaned his dildo. I knew why my lord was so hard on him. It was like the process of smoothing and polishing a stone to bring out its inner beauty. Everything my lord had done was to help shape his slave into what he was becoming.

Suddenly my lord was standing behind me. He was so stealthy that I didn't see or hear him approach until he placed his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay that you care for him, Buckwalder. I've always known how you minister to him. I trust your judgment on these matters. If you hadn't taken him into your heart, I would have had cause to second guess myself as to whether he was worthy of being saved."

I seldom spoke, but this time I was moved to words. "Thank you, my lord."

Then I touched the bruises on his neck. "Do you wish me to soothe your wounds, my lord?"

But my lord just smiled and said, "I am reveling in the sensation of the bruise. Very little can make me feel the way I do right now."

My lord was a strange one. All the fae knew of it and they whispered in the shadows, but I kept my lord's secrets. No one would ever hear of it from my lips.

 

Kyle

When I came back into the room, my master was standing near my desk, looking out the window. He turned in my direction and gave me an appraising look. He strode over and ran his hands across my chest and back. Then he moved one hand down to stroke my butt. He thrust one long finger inside my ass, and he seemed satisfied. His other hand cupped my balls, like he was weighing them.

He smiled as he pulled his finger out. He ordered, "Get onto the bed on your back. I have decided to give you some more gifts."

He stroked one of my raven earrings. "I enchanted this earring to allow you to call me at any time. I am changing that now. You will still be able to call me at will, but now the other earring, the one I used to gift you with the ability to hear thoughts for a day, that earring is now paired to the first. You will be able to lend it to someone and the two of you will be able to talk to one another and to call one another."

He touched my right nipple ring. "As the left ring keeps you from needing grooming or catching illness, now this other will protect you from the elements. I would recommend not walking around unclothed in a blizzard since it would raise too many questions, but it would bring you no harm.

"Now turn over." I did and he rubbed the area just above my butt. "I'm going to mark you here, so that you will always be fresh and ready to receive a man."

He took out a long needle and a small pot of ink. I panicked. "Master, you don't need to give me more gifts. I'm..."

He put his finger on my lips and said, "There is no need to thank me, so remain silent until I'm done."

I couldn't beg him to keep that needle away from me. I'd never wanted a tattoo because I was more than a little afraid of needles. But Master didn't ask for consent. He slipped a medical glove on his hands and dipped a needle into the pot of ink. He didn't have a gun, he had to do it the old-fashioned way. It felt like hours, but in actuality it was only about fifteen minutes. Still, it hurt like hell, or at least I acted like it did.

Then he stroked my ass again and said, "It didn't hurt that bad. Don't you think I know when you're in distress? It does seem strange to me that you're more afraid of a little needle than you were when Gideon stuck his arm up your ass."

"It did hurt, master," I said with a little pout, but I knew he was right. I had been in real danger a couple of times, and except for that time in the hotel room, when iron had barred his way, my master had always come for me before I could be hurt too badly.

Then my master helped me to sit up next to him. "You've been a good slave today, Kyle. Now Tristan White is most anxious to get together with you. I've told him that I don't want him to take you to his dorm, but he said he has a plan. I want to repeat that you are under no obligation to do anything with him, but you are also under no restrictions on your sexual activities if you're with him. You can speak now."

"Yes, Master," I said. "May I ask why Tristan, Master?"

"I owe Tristan White a favor. He wanted you. He also wanted you to be free to choose whether to be with him and free to do whatever came up. I agreed because I found it interesting that he didn't ask me to hand you over to him or to make you do anything. I think he just wants a date."

It didn't take too long for Tristan to call and ask if I wanted to hang out. Bucky provided me with some clothes more fitting for an afternoon out. I had blue button up shorts this time and they had five-inch inseams. I also had a silk polo shirt in darker blue with a raven on a silver background embroidered over the breast. Beneath it was the school motto, "Scientia Est Praemium". I was still wearing a jock instead of underwear, but on the outside, I felt like every other guy on campus.

I met up with Tristan in the lobby of the student union. He was a cute guy, only about five and half feet tall, shorter than Simon. He had sandy blond hair, light skin, and hazel eyes. He looked like a slightly more muscular Oliver, but he was still just a twink as far as I was concerned. That wasn't an insult. I was attracted to both muscular jocks and skinny twinks.

"Good afternoon, sir. How are you doing?" I asked.

Tristan shook his head and said, "You don't need to do that with me."

"I do unless you order me not to," I insisted.

"That had better not be true. Nico promised me that you wouldn't come to me as a slave. You should try it again."

I shrugged and said, "How are you doing this afternoon, Tristan?" I was shocked that the words came out of my mouth freely. I decided to test the limits. I hadn't been given specific orders to do it, but I grabbed Tristan around the waist, lifted him up and spun him around.

His camera was digging into my chest, but I didn't care. I planted a kiss on his lips. I was just trying out the limits of my freedom, but the intensity with which Tristan returned my kiss let me know that he welcomed it, and that maybe I was leading him on. I felt guilty, but then I'd had sex with a lot of guys since I'd been enslaved. I didn't like a lot of them, but I did like Tristan.

I put him down and asked, "What did you want to do today?"

He put an arm around my waist and snuggled close to me. "That was unexpected. I... um... can we sit and talk a little?"

"Sure," I said. "Where do you want to go?"

"Can we walk around for a bit?"

"I'm at your command," I replied with a bow.

He put his hand on my arm and stared up at me. "Please don't, not even as a joke. What that guy has done to you isn't funny to me at all."

I whispered, "It isn't funny to me either. Trust me."

We started walking across campus, vaguely in the direction of Severan House and the front gate. Tristan reached over and put his hand in mine. I held it while we walked. This was new. Despite all the cocksucking getting fucked up the ass I'd done, this felt like the gayest thing I'd ever done. And I loved it. I held both my head up high and this cute boy's hand, daring anyone to say anything.

Tristan sighed. He started to say something several times and cut himself off. It wasn't until we got to the koi pond and took seats that he finally said, "I don't want to do anything that will damage our friendship, Kyle, but... did you ever notice how often I looked at you during the study sessions, or during class?"

I knew he looked at me a lot, but so did Micah. Even Ethan spent a lot of time staring at my body. Lots of guys stared at my body. It was one of the first lessons Master had taught me, that it was okay and that it didn't necessarily mean that they wanted to have sex with me, and even if they did, it wasn't a threat.

I put my arm around his shoulder and said, "I don't want to do anything that will damage our friendship either."

Tristan wrapped both his arms around my waist and pressed his cheek against my chest. "I asked for a date with you because I sometimes lie awake at night dreaming of being out with you and having it turn into something more, but now I'm not sure."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because if we have sex, it might get in the way of our friendship. I was hoping that we would do some fun things, like go to the pool or walk in the woods, and then I could convince you to have sex with me. I know you're in love with someone else, but I thought maybe I could have sex just once with someone... someone I wanted to have sex with."

I noted the emphasis on the word "I". What was going on with this boy? I turned his face up to look him in the eye. "What do you mean? Is someone forcing you to do something?"

He shook his head. "No... not really. It's just expected. I'm the youngest guy in my dorm room. Milton Hall is different from Baylor. We have quad rooms and, for my people, the wererats, one or two freshmen are put in each room and the others are all older. It's expected that the younger rats, the lower ranking rats, serve the higher-ranking rats."

"Damn, that's fucked up. Can't someone do something about it?"

He shook his head. "Do what? It's like this in every ratpack, everywhere in the world. It doesn't matter. I can live with it. I mean, it's not really age. It's status. It's just the most common way to gain status. There's more to it than that."

"It still sucks," I said. "You never get a choice?"

He shook his head. "It's a power thing. If they let me top anyone, it will increase my status among the betas."

"But that's going to happen anyway, right?" I asked. "I mean you will eventually gain status and you won't be at their mercy anymore."

He started crying. "No. It'll never happen. The leader in my room, Gary Stucker, told me that I'm `too cute' and that I belong on the bottom of the heap. When I first got here, I was higher status than the other freshmen, because of my grades and some awards I won for photography. Gary took my status away with... his public dominance of me."

He was really crying now. I pulled him onto my lap and hugged him. "Hey, you don't have to say anything else, just tell me what you want. I'll see if I can help."

Tristan cried against my shirt, "What I want is for you to fuck me; at least then I'm choosing who I want for once."

I held him tighter until he stopped crying. Then I replied, "That wouldn't help to increase your status though, would it?"

He shook his head. "I don't care anymore."

I kissed the tears away from his eyes. "There has to be something I can do that will help your status."

He mumbled, "I don't want to make you do anything. I shouldn't have asked for this date. All I wanted was to get you to fuck me. If I... I don't want to put you in the middle of anything."

"Let me worry about that," I insisted. Then I smiled at him and said, "Tell me or I'm going to spank you and make you tell me."

That made him laugh, so I continued, "What about if you fuck me? Would that help?"

He nodded. "It would. Everyone knows you belong to the werewolves."

"I don't belong to the werewolves."

"That's not what anyone else thinks. Everyone knows that Simon has claimed you. And everyone knows that Aidan fucked you to show dominance over Simon."

I laughed aloud. "Trust me. Aidan was dominating me, but Simon definitely has not claimed me."

Tristan shook his head. "No. It was Simon he was showing dominance over. You belong to Simon."

"I belong to my master," I countered.

"Not in the way that matters," he said. "You will eventually be free from the elf. Trust me. If you can't find a way to get free, Simon will kill him and take you."

I patted his head and insisted, "No. Simon isn't going to kill anyone."

Tristan sat up and put his hands on the sides of my face. "Listen to me, Kyle. You don't know our culture. I'm talking wererats, werewolves, werelions, every other were who live in packs. Simon has as good as claimed you. You're not one of us. That makes you less than a beta. It makes you kind of like a gamma. Any other were who touches you is challenging him. He's new. If he doesn't understand that he will soon. So, if I fuck you, then I'm challenging Simon as well."

I shook my head and sighed. "Lots of guys fuck me, Tristan."

"I know, but everyone knows that you have no choice. If they find out that I did it when you were free from your master's control, then it will be you choosing to do it with me. It would give me status with the other wererats."

"Enough to get you out from underneath them?" I realized what I'd said and immediately added, "I mean that they wouldn't be dominating you so much."

"I knew what you meant, and... no. It probably wouldn't be enough by itself. But I'm going to submit my portfolio to the Men of Severan calendar that will come out in January. If I could take some tasteful pictures, not quite nude, but very close, and then submit them to the calendar, it would help. It would help even more if they were accepted. And you are the hottest guy I know, and I was kind of hoping that you would be willing to model for me."

I tweaked his nose and said, "Tasteful pictures, that's what you want, not some tasteless pictures?"

He blushed. "I would love some less tasteful pictures – for my own use!"

I pulled him off my lap and sat him next to me. "Okay then. How about this? We go somewhere you can take some pictures, some tasteful, some less tasteful, and then maybe I let you fuck me."

"Can we go out for dinner at Millie's Kitchen so the rats can smell me on you?"

I stood up and took his hands. I pulled him to his feet. "Absolutely. But first, where do we go to take the pictures?"

**********

Tristan was a sneaky little guy. He had somehow gotten hold of a set of keys to the Photography Annex, the newer expansion off the south side of the Visual Arts Building. He led me into a studio and locked the doors behind us.

I pulled him into an embrace. "Where did you get those keys?"

He giggled and pointed to himself. "Wererat! You'd be surprised where we can get."

If what Tristan had said about Simon was true, I should have felt guilty getting this flirty with him, but all that talk about Simon claiming me and me being his gamma didn't sit right. I had no idea what a gamma was, but it didn't sound like something I wanted to be. I kissed his neck and licked his earlobe.

"Let's get started."

Tristan became all business, well mostly business. He still touched me a lot while getting each shot set up. He took several pictures of me in my school polo and shorts. I was lounging in a chair in one, and in another I was stretched out on my side on a mattress. He took a few of the two of us kissing. I couldn't sit on his lap because he was so much smaller than me, but he straddled my lap and pulled my hair back while he kissed me. He looked like a tiny dominant top taking possession of a bigger, stronger bottom.

Then he took some shots of me holding my shirt up to display my abs. And a couple with the top button of my shorts undone. And then several more with my shorts unzipped and my jock showing. The logo "Hot Jock" was embroidered across the band. Tristan ran his finger along it and said, "Truer words were never spoken."

Tristan wanted a few of me in my polo and jock, then a few more in just my jock. He took those from the front and the back. I even let him take some pictures of me completely naked, some with a towel and others with nothing. And during all of this, I realized something. I loved showing off my body. At least I did when it wasn't due to threats and compulsion. I really liked it when it was on my terms, not on Matt's, or anyone else's, terms.

Tristan took some more photos of me in a soccer uniform, and a few with just the soccer shorts, my jock showing above the sagging waist.

When I glanced at the clock, I realized that we had been working for two and a half hours. Then Tristan set his camera on a tripod focused on the bed. He held a remote in his hand. "I'd like to take some pictures of the two of us having sex, but I don't want to do it unless you want me to."

It was an interesting question. I had been photographed having sex a lot. Hell, I'd been filmed, and it had been put on a website without my permission. But was I upset over the video being out there? Or was I upset over not having a choice? I thought I could probably trust Tristan. I lay back and ran a hand across my groin. "You have to send me copies of everything."

He set the remote to take video and then he joined me on the bed. He straddled me and held my hands above my head. I could have tossed him aside like a sack of feathers, but it was exciting having him be so aggressive, even if it was all for show. He kissed my lips and then pulled back. "I am going to have my way with you Kyle."

"You can do anything you want with me, sexy. I am all yours right now."

He kissed me again and then slid down to take hold of my cock. No one had been allowed to pleasure my cock except for a very few exceptions my master had made, and today Tristan was one of those exceptions. His hand on my dick was like fire, the pure unadulterated fire of pleasure. After my penis had been denied stimulation for so long, the entire focus of my being was concentrated on my cock and Tristan's hand.

I reached up and pulled Tristan's tee shirt off, exposing his thin chest. He wasn't flabby, but damn he was thin. I kissed his chest and licked his nipples. I laughed a little and he said, "Don't laugh at me. I'm insecure enough, next to you!"

"No, sexy, it isn't that. It's just that I got one of your little nipple hairs stuck in my teeth and it was funny because you have more body hair than I do."

He started laughing and playing with my nipple rings. "That's because I'm not a big..." he stoked my chest.

"... hairless..." he rubbed his hand along my torso.

"... overly muscled..." he squeezed my biceps.

"... ridiculously handsome..." he kissed my lips.

... sexy, hard assed... BOTTOM BITCH!" he said with a smile.

And weirdly enough, when he called me that, with that smile, and that tease in his voice, it wasn't the least bit demeaning. When Tristan said it, it was a term of endearment. And it was true. That's who I was. I grabbed his shorts and pulled them off his narrow hips. Okay, he was skinnier than I liked, and I couldn't help comparing his small ass to Simon's much rounder and much firmer bottom. But Tristan was the boy I was with, and so I put Simon out of my mind.

Tristan grabbed a condom and tossed it to me. I stared at it for a moment until he said, "Put it on me."

I unwrapped it and slid it down over his cock. I did pause to wonder why he wanted to use a condom his first time. Afterall, Simon had told me that werewolves had healers who could cure disease. Surely wererats had them too.

Damn! I thought. This boy was about an inch bigger than me, of course I was barely five inches. I looked up at him and said, "How do you want to fuck me, sexy?"

He said "On your back of course. You are too fucking pretty for me not to look at your face while I'm pounding your perfect jock hole."

We kissed some more. Tristan seemed fascinated with my body. He kept touching me, not in the erogenous zones, but on my arms, my pecs, my lats, everywhere. I returned the favor. He was skinnier and was surprisingly hairy on the arms and legs, but he really was sexy in his own way.

My dick was already dripping, and Tristan's was like an iron rod poking me in the abs. I teased him gently. "Your dick is like an iron spear. You're going to have to stick that thing in my ass before it pokes a hole in my stomach!"

Tristan sat back and patted my thighs. "Okay then. Get your legs up, stud."

I pulled my legs up and splayed them off to the sides so I wouldn't block the view of the camera. My cock was red, swollen and throbbing. I licked my lips and said, "Like this? I can't wait to get that big cock of yours inside my jock pussy!"

Tristan grinned and pressed his thumb inside my ass. It went in without too much effort. Tristan seemed surprised. "You're already lubed up, and you're warm, slippery and silky smooth."

"Then do it! Fuck me hard enough to make me cry."

He smiled an even broader grin and pushed his cock inside me. He had no experience, but he was enthusiastic. Like all first-time fuckers, he almost lost it as soon as he pushed inside me. He pumped for a minute or so and then he cried out, "Aaaah, fuck yes! I'm cumming."

When he finished, he collapsed on top of me. I let him lie there for a minute or so, then I rubbed his back and said, "Come up here and let me suck you. You'll be ready to go again in a few minutes.

He gave me a sheepish look and said, "Thank you."

As he moved closer, I sat upright so I could take him gently into my mouth. I held his balls in one hand and put the other on the small of his back. By this time, I had become an expert cocksucker, so I swallowed his semi-hard dick and began to suck it in earnest. I teased it with my tongue. I covered my teeth with my lips and gently mouthed him back to life. He ran his hands through my hair, and I ran my hands along his hairy legs.

Once he'd started to moan a little, I patted his butt and said, "Get down there and fuck me again, sexy boy."

He grinned at me and wasted no time getting back into position. He didn't seem to know much about foreplay, but that was okay with me. I'd decided that this encounter was all about him. I was rock hard, but I was always rock hard when someone touched my ass in any way that could be called even remotely sexual. Or that my mind could twist into something sexual. Or I caught sight of my ass in a window...

He pushed inside me for the second time that afternoon and this time he lasted longer. When he hit my prostate, seemingly by accident, I moaned loudly and said, "That's it. Right there. That's the spot, stud. Keep hitting me there and I'll cum."

He was a fast learner. It took a couple more pumps before I moaned again. He was breathing hard, and sweat was dripping from his brow onto my body. "That was it, wasn't it?"

"Oh yes, Tristan. That was it."

He worked hard to hit that spot, and he managed it two times out of three. After some of the monster cocks I'd taken, I was surprised that Tristan was able to fill me so well, but his cock made my hole feel alive as it thrust in and out.

I did my best ass work on him, clamping down when he was pulling out and relaxing when he was thrusting inside. I was hoping that he would touch my dick because he wasn't quite experienced enough to fuck a load out of me with no hands. My training as a cock slut had taught me to focus on the pleasure of the man who was fucking me instead of my own, so I could have lived without cumming if I had to, but I knew this boy had a lot of ego invested in this encounter. I kept thinking, Grab my dick. Stroke me just a few times and I'll cum for you!

And then, as if he could hear me, he reached down and took hold of my five inches. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked me five times. That was enough. My cock was already on the edge. It exploded, spraying my load all over my chest. My moans were loud enough to echo off the walls.

"OH, FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! FUCK MY LOAD RIGHT OUT OF ME!"

My ass clamping on his dick sent him over the edge for the second time. His whole body shook as he filled my ass with his seed again. He made little incoherent noises that were somewhere between grunts and squeals. Then he collapsed on top of me again, his sweaty body against mine. We lay there for several minutes.

Then we sat up. Tristan ran over and turned off the camera before coming back to sit close to me. He rested his head against my shoulder and said, "Thank you, Kyle, that meant more to me than you can understand."

I wrapped my arm around him and squeezed him tight. "It meant a lot to me, too, Tristan. Are we going to be okay? I mean, we're friends, and I don't want that to change because I'm not free to be in a relationship of any kind."

He kissed my pec and gently stroked my thigh with his sweaty hand. "I knew that going in, but I wanted to lose my penis virginity and you were the one I kept thinking of when I imagined it."

He blushed and added, "I think about you a lot when I... masturbate."

I laughed and hugged him tighter. "Given how much money Matt is making off my videos, I think a lot of guys think of me when they masturbate."

"I'm sure they do. But... um... I wanted to explain why I didn't suck your cock, or jump on it and ride it, and why I wore a condom even though our healer can get rid of diseases, and you were clean and ready for me. It's because of the vampire blood. I smelled it when you started sweating. It can be addictive, and I didn't want to risk contamination. And more than that. You have moly in your system."

The gears in my brain were turning. I had a sudden flash of memory, of the vampire biting me and then feeding me his blood. My memories of that night had been returning in fits and false starts. Then I had a terrible thought.

I turned his face up so that we were looking directly at one another. "I had sex with... another shifter last night. Could I have contaminated him? Why didn't he notice it?"

Tristan twisted his face in concentration. "Maybe... Well, for sure he probably didn't have a wererat's nose, so he probably didn't know. And... Did he change and get sick?

I shook my head. "No, but he did taste my cum."

Tristan nodded. "Unless you secrete a lot of blood in your semen, it takes some time, usually 24 to 48 hours for moly to get into sexual fluids."

I shook my head. "Why would the vampire give me this moly. It didn't do anything to me."

Tristan explained, "It wouldn't have unless you were supernatural. It makes mages lose their powers and get high for a few hours, but it makes us skinchangers transform and then get violently ill. And it can kill fae like Nico. It's a deadly poison for them."

"So it didn't affect Philip because not enough time had passed, and it didn't affect my master because... he hasn't had a chance to get my blood in him. How long will it stay in my system?"

"Only about five days. You'll be fine."

It gave me a lot to think about. I had to talk to my master when I returned to his room, but first we had the remainder of our date. We got dressed and went out for dinner. We still smelled of sex, but that was what Tristan wanted. We walked out the front gate, a couple of blocks up to Main Street and then turned right to get to Founders Square. It had a large rectangular park with a Statue of Elias Severan, the founder of both the college and the town. It also had several large trees common to the region, benches, rose trellises and other flower gardens.

Several locally owned businesses surrounded the square. We walked past the Old Time Bakery and went to Millie's Kitchen, a local business that I now knew was run by wererats. The food was excellent. I had a mushroom pilaf that was full of whole grains and a pasta dish covered in cheese. I could have ordered meat, but half the menu was vegetarian, and I was trying to expand my options. Besides, my master hadn't allowed me to have any carbs since he put me on a diet. That first taste of pasta felt like heaven in my mouth. The pilaf was made with whole grains (the menu said hulled barley, wheat berries and rye berries) so they were healthier than rice, but they tasted nutty and delicious.

A lot of the patrons came by and inhaled sharply as they passed our table. I assumed they were getting a whiff of Tristan's scent on me. After dinner, we walked around the quaint downtown area before heading back. Tristan kissed me goodnight before heading back to Milton Hall.

 

 

College Magic Cycle Characters

Fae

·        Cadrian. A male ash tree spirit who lived in a large ash that has line of sight on the sliding door at the back of Philip's apartment. He has a powerful build and nut brown skin.

·        Domenic Chase. An elf from New York City who looks about 24 but is actually a couple of centuries old. 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. He's a sophomore despite having gone to the Academy with Seabstian. He started college just last year.

·        Lyan. An elm tree spirit who lives in an elm near Philips apartment. Lyan is a gender-fluid hermaphrodite who changes from mostly male to mostly female, while retaining a slender, androgynous build.

Mages

·        Cameron Campbell. Formerly one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin, he is now considered a twunk. He is five ten and weighs 165 pounds. He's lean but muscular and is a member of the Severan College soccer team. He has bright red hair, fair skin and a lot of dark freckles. He is the boyfriend of Micah Blume.

·        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.

·        Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. He's recently developed his latent mind mage powers, but they're weak. 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.

·        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.

·        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.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

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

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.

·        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. No relation to Stella White the werewolf.

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 (gamma). 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.

·        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.

·        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.

·        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.

Places

·        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.

·        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.

·        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.