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Starcrossed chapter 1.
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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
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Elf Master Chapter 14
The Penultimate Week in September
Joey Peters
Vasily had hurt me again. His sharp, needle-like fangs had left pinpricks of blood on my nipples, my balls, and my cock. There was enough of the vampire's blood inside me that he could force me to stay erect. And now, he was thrusting his cock inside me without lube. It wasn't the first time. A vampire's existence was so empty that they needed something special to make them feel anything. And for Vasily, it was the combination of the pleasure and pain that ran through my body when he tortured me and fucked me dry. He could feel the echoes in his own mind because he made me feed off of his blood.
Despite my best efforts to prevent it, I came, and Vasily dug his talons into my cock. My screams were both pain and pleasure, just what he wanted. And that was when he came. He let out a low hiss, which was his way of expressing pleasure. He gripped my thighs harder, sending jolts of pain through me as his sharp nails pierced my skin. Then he pulled out of me and ran a hand across my chest. He gave me an evil smile. "I can't take your blood yet. You're still too weak. And I'm not at my best either. I'm going hunting and then I'll come back here and give you my blood. Then these small wounds will heal, and you'll be fine."
"You mean fine enough that you can do it to me again in a couple of days?" I sighed.
Vasily patted my face and then smacked it hard enough to sting. "You have that right mageling. Your blood is like alcohol to me. I get drunk on its power, so I'm going to keep you forever. My own personal reserve with the most divine bouquet all packaged in a hot, tight, muscular body. You're my thrall and you should simply reconcile yourself to that fact."
"Never," I said.
Then Vasily bent down and kissed my lips. He nipped my bottom lip with his fangs and licked up the tiny droplet of blood. He whispered, "Good. When you resist me, it's all the more exciting."
He left me lying there, weak, on the bed. On the way out he casually said, "All my general orders are still in place."
He was getting arrogant, and it would be his downfall. FUCK HIM! I screamed in my head. I focused my will. I had been chipping away at Vasily's control for the last week. I hadn't been able to oppose his will directly, but I had been able to push back against it enough to get messages out. One to Domenic Chase, an elf I'd met back before I'd even known what an elf was, and one to my cousin Dorian Ambrose, whom I hadn't seen since I was kid.
Dorian hadn't gotten back to me yet, but Nico had. Yesterday, he had stopped me when I was heading up to my room and drawn me into his. His roommate was out, and we were alone. My senses had become sharper since coming here. The first time I'd seen him, he'd looked human, but now I saw right through the illusion surrounding him. He had a shock of white hair, deep purple eyes with no sclera and darker purple pupils. His teeth were sharp, almost feline in appearance.
He was looking at me with those alien eyes. "You can see me, can you not?"
I nodded and then gestured to the little hob who was busily sewing in the corner. "And I can see your hob as well. And just a moment ago something glared at me from the inside of that box on the floor of your closet. And the guy with the big sword and the red cap, the four little guys with wings – not the flower fairies, but the ones with the bows. I suspect all of them answer to you as well."
He smiled a very unsettling smile and nodded. "You have the gift of fae sight, which probably means there's Alfwyn blood somewhere in your background."
"I haven't heard of any Alfwyn's in my family background," I replied.
He shrugged. "No matter. The main branch was destroyed by vampires back in the 1890s. What it means is that you can see us even when we're glamored. That's a special gift, a dangerous gift. I probably should have you killed... but I won't. I owe you a debt of gratitude. You've located my enemy for me, and you may be able to help me retrieve my people."
We'd talked and Nico had helped me with the necessary thought process to do what was needed. When I returned to Vasily's house, I'd brought two boxes with me. As Nico had instructed, I focused my mind on one thought. I was carrying the box across the threshold as a gift for Vasily. I would make a present of another fae for my master. I knew deep inside that this was a lie, but I kept repeating it like a mantra so that I could bolster my will, allowing me to betray the vampire who'd bound my mind.
The topmost box had contained some clothes and snacks, junk really, that I could pretend I needed to keep in my room. It was the second box, the one I hadn't opened, the one Vasily's minions hadn't bothered to check, that one was the key. I'd carried both of them across the threshold. It took me several minutes to force myself to cross that barrier as the repeated mental falsehood slowly overcame my general orders to obey Vasily. If he'd ever given me a direct command never to bring anything across the threshold, or if he'd ever given me a direct command not to accept gifts from the elf, it wouldn't have worked. But Nico had coached me well. I was able to subvert the general instruction to both obey and protect him because I was telling myself that whatever was in the box would be no threat so long as I told Vasily about it. Finally I was able to step inside, past the iron bars over the lintel which kept out the fae. Then I left it in my room.
Vasily had gone, but his four minions, humans who could see through the velamen, and who were addicted to vampire blood, making them faster and stronger than normal humans, remained as guards. But Nico had assured me that they weren't strong enough to handle what was in the box. I went to my room and got dressed. I grabbed my empty backpack and went into the study. I took all the wands and all the papers and shoved them inside my backpack.
My next task was tricky because I knew that it would make Vasily vulnerable. A metal clothes hanger had been straightened and forced along the bottom of the window, lying along the sill between the wooden frames. So small and unimposing, but an effective way of sealing that entrance from the fae. I kept repeating in my mind, I will put it back before I leave. I just want to examine it, then I'll put it back. I removed it, but I couldn't force myself to drop it. I was able to close the curtain completely, concealing my act of sabotage from casual observation should Vasily or his minions search the house..
I breathed steadily. I had to muster my will and focus all my concentration. I was knowingly bringing harm to Vasily and his minions. I picked up the plain cardboard box and left it in the hallway where the minions would have to pass. Then I went to the door I had been ordered never to open. I stood there, staring at the entry. Vasily's command was like a fraying rope in my mind, holding me back. I pushed against it. Part of my mind wanted to throw up my hands and say that it was hopeless, but a few days ago, this command resembled a steel cable, controlling and directing my every thought and action.
I focused on breaking the command, and I pulled out the wand I'd been examining over the last week. I always felt stronger with it in my hand. Nico hadn't been able to tell me how to use it. I knew it would help to focus the magical energy around me, but he'd told me his kind worked magic without an implement. I had no idea what I was doing, but I focused my will, like Nico had taught me. Then instead of using my hand, like he had done, I moved the wand in a knifelike stroke. The cable that represented all Vasily's orders and commands broke and I was simultaneously overcome by a wave of fatigue that almost took me to my knees. I forced myself forward and I turned the knob. An alarm sounded in my head, like the scream of a screech owl.
The room was empty except for two cages hanging from the ceiling, and a painted circle on the floor. The cages each held a tiny little man, no more than six inches in height. They were as fatigued as I was, their wings drooping as their burnt little hands rested against the iron bars of the cages. I couldn't leave them like that. I stumbled across the painted circle, and I felt like I was walking through a stiff membrane that resisted me with a steady force. I could feel it stripping the energy from my body, weakening me, sapping my physical endurance to some degree, but exhausting me mentally as if I'd been drained. It resisted my advance until suddenly it gave way. I grabbed the cages and forced them open. Vasily had locked them with small padlocks, but these were fairly common bird cages. I was able to bend the bars far enough so that the small, winged men were able emerge, barely brushing the metal in the process.
The little men flitted around my head wearily. They sang, "Thank you, fae touched human. You hold our life debt."
"That's nice, but we're going to die if we can't get out of this house before Vasily returns," I said.
I walked out the room with the tiny men sat on my shoulders and clinging to the collar of my shirt. One of the minions was walking up the hall, a menacing look on his face. "I don't know how you did it, Peters, but you broke the master's wards. And now you're going..."
He had stopped talking because long hands had reached out of the box I'd left in the corridor earlier and pulled him inside faster than the eye could see. His scream was abruptly cut off as soon as he had vanished. I have no idea exactly what had happened, but it was only a few seconds before his corpse came flying out of the box, his limbs bent at impossible angles. The box was too small to hold whatever was inside it, and it was much too small to hold both the creature and the victim.
One of the little men whispered, "Push the box up the hallway, toward the front door, so the boggart can grab anyone who comes near us."
I nodded and then lifted the box and placed it closer to the front door. Another of Vasily's minions came at us while I was removing the iron bar over the lintel. The boggart – at least I now had a name for it – grabbed this one as well and pulled him inside the box. I opened the door and tossed the iron bar off to the side. Emerging from the shadows, the guy with the red cap and big sword entered the house, followed by the giggling childlike creatures with the silver razor-like blades. As for me, I collapsed, but Nico caught me as he followed his minions from the darkness. He was a lot stronger than he looked.
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I woke up in a bed in what I assumed was Nico's room. The other bed was occupied by a very naked Kyle, his fine muscular ass on full display. I suddenly realized that I was naked as well. I started to get up, but the homely little hob jumped up onto the bed and put a hand on my chest. He didn't say anything, but he produced a steaming mug of some earthy concoction. He gestured for me to drink, so I took a swallow. It was warm, but not hot, and tasted peaty and minty. I felt strength returning to my limbs. The more I drank, the more rejuvenated I became.
Soon I was able to sit up. The faint light streaming in the window let me know that it was barely past dawn. The little hob pulled out a small clay pot and began rubbing some kind of lotion onto my skin. It smelled of rosemary and cedar, smells I remembered distinctly because of the many bushes in our front yard when I was growing up and the small sachets of wood chips my mother stuck in the closets to keep moths away. Everywhere it touched, my skin seemed to come back to life.
When he was done, I put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Thank you, hob. I'm sorry, but I don't know your name."
Just as the little man seemed to start to respond, Nico walked into the room and immediately stopped by his roommate's bed. He spanked his ass hard enough to leave a print and said, "Time to get up, slave."
Then he looked over at me and said, "My hob's name is Buckwalder, and you know my slave Kyle already."
I held out my hand to Buckwalder. He took it and shook. Meanwhile, Kyle had gotten out of bed and knelt next to his master. Without further instruction, he swallowed Nico's cock.
Kyle was seriously hot. He was bigger than me, both in
height and in muscle mass. He didn't have a lot of body fat, and his muscles
were clearly visible beneath his hairless skin. And his face was like a
model's, not one of those twinks you see in the cologne and underwear ads, but
a masculine face with a bit of boyish appeal. If I moved just a little bit, I
could make out his perfect ass. Fuck! He
even had dimples in the sides of his cheeks, both sets of cheeks actually.
I needed to go to the bathroom, but I wanted to watch these two. I didn't have long to wait before Nico grabbed Kyle's head and held it there while he let out a low animalistic growl. When Nico had finished shooting his load, Kyle looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Master, for your seed."
I went to the bathroom. I immediately went to grab my cock so I could jerk off. Yes, for fun, but also to get the image of those two out of my mind. But it didn't work. I felt fine; I just couldn't get an erection. That was unusual for me and I started to worry. When I finally gave up and went back into the room, Kyle was holding out a robe and Nico said, "Buckwalder made this for you. He's very perceptive and, since he likes you, that means you're a nice guy. You still have some recovery to do. And you'll be doing it in your room. I'll send Kyle up with everything you need as soon as it's prepared."
"Um... where are my clothes, my pants, my keys, and my..." I hesitated briefly and then finished my thought. "... my wand."
"Just go upstairs and Buckwalder will let you in," he commanded.
I looked over the hob with a bemused expression. Nico laughed and said, "He has his ways. Just do as I ask."
Kyle helped me into the robe, which was soft as silk. His hands adjusting that robe over my naked body should have made me as hard as steel, but there was barely a twitch. I sighed with concern and then went up to my room. Sure enough, Buckwalder was inside, already opening the door for me. He had his ways indeed.
I hadn't had a roommate since Ethan had been moved downstairs, so I could relax. My clothes from last night were cleaned and in my drawers and my keys were sitting prominently on my desk. Even my backpack was there.
I lay back down on my bed to reflect on all the things that had happened. I had broken through the commands Vasily had placed on my mind, at least to some extent. I had to avoid going back to him, until I could sever the bond completely. But now I had some magical support. I'd sent my story to my cousin, Adrian Ambrose, as I had figured out his connection to the magical world a long time ago. If I could just hold out until he arrived, whenever that would be, then I would be fine.
Kyle
I'd seen that stud when Master carried him into our room last night. It was quite a sight. Master was five and half feet tall, but this guy was easily six feet. Master, who was more like a human teenager in size, weighed around one forty and I would put this guy at a muscular one seventy. The fact that no one had noticed the oddness of the scene was due to the fact that Master could cloak himself in an illusion that made people avoid seeing him. He called it a glamor.
The guy had been unconscious. Master had laid him down gently on his bed and then called me over to help strip off his clothes. That was when I recognized him. It was Joe Peters. He and I had made a video together. I couldn't help but get hard at the sight of his toned body, with its very light dusting of masculine hair over his very fit chest and abdomen. His cock was bigger than mine. He was soft now, but I remembered that he had a couple of inches more than me in length and it was about fifty percent bigger in circumference.
Of course, I was used to that. I'd come to realize that most
guys were bigger than me. At five inches hard, I was at the bottom of the
average range. I knew it shouldn't matter to me that most every cock I'd sucked
had been bigger than mine, that I should be happy with what I had. After all, I
didn't need a big cock to bottom and that was mostly what I was interested in
anyway. But even that felt like I was selling myself short. I had only fucked
two guys. First there had been David Campos, who had bargained with my master
for the opportunity, and then, just last night, Koby. I'd met him at Gideon's
Body Shop. Neither of them
I noticed the tiny pinpricks of dried blood on his body. A circle of points around each nipple. A row of points on his inner thighs. Several clusters on his cock and on his scrotum. I looked up at Master and asked, "What's happened to him?"
Master held one hand to the guy's forehead and said, "Joey here has done me quite the favor. Somehow, he managed to overcome the bindings the vampire Vasily put on his mind, and he freed my sprites from their cages. His mind must be incredibly strong."
Master seldom praised humans, so I took notice of his admiration. "He pushed himself to the limit. He's completely untrained, but somehow he used magic to break his bonds and now his numina flow is impeded. I could call the mage healer, but I've seen this before."
In a gesture of friendliness that had become more common of late, he put a hand on my head and gently stroked my hair. "You have been helpful tonight, Slave. Return to your bed so that Buckwalder can tend to Joey. I believe that you'll be able to help him in the morning."
When Master gave me an order, I had no choice but to obey. I lay down in my bed, but I was too intrigued to go to sleep. Joey was a very good looking guy and now Master was telling me that he was a mage. I was lying there, staring, when Master came over and placed his hand on back. I'd been ordered to always sleep on my stomach. I assumed that Master liked the view of my butt better than my cock.
"Sleep now, slave."
Of course I fell asleep immediately. My body belonged to my master, and it obeyed his every command.
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I slept until Master woke me with his customary slap to my ass. I swallowed his cock and took his seed like I did every morning. I tried to focus on him, but my eyes kept drifting over to Joey's naked body. He was sitting up and watching me service my master. When he moved to get a better look at my body, I tightened my core muscles so that he'd see everything in its best light.
Afterward, Master had me help Joey into the spider silk robe he'd made for him. It clung to his body and came down to his midthigh. Once he'd left the room, Master snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor immediately in front of him. I took my place and looked up at Master's face. He preferred to give me commands while I was in this submissive position.
"Buckwalder has tended to Joey's physical wounds, but his energy body is snarled. He needs to untangle it, so that his energy can flow smoothly. And that's where you come in. Joey is attracted to you... in fact, all men are attracted to you, Kyle, but Joey is very attracted to you. Last night he replayed your last encounter in his dreams. So you are the perfect person to help him out."
He paused so I said, "Yes, Master. But I don't know anything about energy bodies or how to manipulate them."
Master placed a hand on my face, stroking my jaw and then cupping my chin gently. "You don't need to know it intellectually. I am going to give the command directly to the part of yourself the mind mages call your atman. Your energy body will know what to do to help him, and once you've done it the first time, the knowledge will become part of your conscious mind and it will be under your control."
"What do I have to do, Master?"
He smiled at me and said, "You are a mediocre telepath at best. Your clairsentience isn't keen or far-reaching. Your telekinetic potential is almost nonexistent. The only reason your powers have awakened is because of your close mental contact with Kieran, who is an excitorgenesis, an opener of talent. But you do have one talent that is stronger in you than in Kieran, Erik, Rakesh, or any of the other mind mages. I don't say these things to demean you in any way, but to make it clear to you why I haven't taken you to a human master to be trained. Your talent is difficult to train through study but can only be mastered through use."
I was intrigued now. Other than my body, which I had grudgingly come to realize was... extraordinary, I didn't think there was anything special about me. "What talent, Master?"
He placed his hands on my shoulders and stroked them. "Your body is your talent Kyle. Don't ask me a lot of silly questions based on your misunderstanding, just let me explain. First, I am talking of your energy body, which is as close to mental perfection as your physical body is to physical perfection. It's one reason I've been training you so hard. Since your body-mind connection is stronger than most humans, almost as strong as in elves, every improvement to your physical body has been reflected in your energy body."
He sighed. "I don't want to lecture because no one really learns that way." He gave me a sly smile. "Don't tell the professors at this school; they already know it, but they fear to admit it even to themselves."
Now he was kneeling as well so he could be at my level. His hands touched me in specific spots on the top of my head, the forehead, the throat, the chest, the solar plexus, the navel, and my taint. "You have a powerful healing talent, but it is entwined with your mind-body connection. Don't worry about what that means from a technical point of view. What it means is that your mind-body can heal another's mind-body whenever you forge a close mental and emotional bond with them."
"I have no idea how to do that, Master," I said.
He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He ran both hands down my back and then cupped my ass. "It's called a tantric bond, and you'll forge it by having sex with him."
I was feeling cocky. "Do you mean that I'm going to fuck him better?"
He patted my butt and replied, "Almost. In actuality, you will need to entice him into fucking you. It'll take a little longer, but it will deepen the bond so that you can heal him more completely."
I nodded at my master. "Joey has fucked me before, Master. It may not take much inciting."
He smiled back at me. "Don't get too cocky. His blocked channels are making him impotent. You will have to be good enough at foreplay to entice him to potency and then you can clear his channels."
"How do I give an erection to an impotent man?" I asked with incredulity written on my face and dripping from my mouth.
Master touched my lips with one hand. I automatically parted them to allow his finger inside my mouth. He pulled it out and moved it to my nipples. He rubbed it around my areola and then across the nipple itself. My cock strained from the stimulation. He moved it to my hole for a moment and then thrust it inside me. "You'll have to keep at it until you get a reaction. If you keep enticing him and giving him pleasure, he will eventually rise to the occasion."
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When I knocked on Joey's Door, he was still wearing just the robe. I was carrying food that Buckwalder had procured from somewhere. A collection of savory pies, some with cheese and onion, others with mushrooms and onion, and still more with eggs, cheese, and spinach. A pot of strong black tea with lemon wedges and a plate of sliced oranges. "I brought you some breakfast, sir."
"That's a nice spread," he said, gesturing for me to come inside.
I put it on the desk and poured two cups of tea. Master had given me permission to eat with Joey. Other than providing me the calorie count on the selections and reminding me how many I needed each day; he'd given me no instructions. Now that I was done losing weight I was surprised at how many calories I needed to maintain my current muscle mass. I still planned to make good choices because I was very pleased with my current physique and wanted to keep it.
I handed Joe the cup of tea and held out the bowl with the lemon wedges. "Take a seat in the chair and I'll fix you a plate, Sir."
He took two lemon wedges and then sat at the empty desk. I put one of each pastry on a plate for him and then added some fruit. He was watching me intently with his dark eyes. When I put his plate in front of him, he said, "So, this slavery thing between you and the elf. It's real, not just some sexual game you're playing?"
My ears were burning. I didn't want to admit it in front of this very hot man because I had a feeling, probably drawn from his tone of voice, that he wouldn't approve. Still, I nodded and said, "Yes, Sir. I was enslaved as punishment for what I did to Kieran and Simon."
He gestured toward the food on the other desk. "Go ahead and get some food and join me. And I don't want to hear any of that `master' or `sir' crap."
"Thank you, Sir... I mean thank you, Joey."
I was wearing only a pair of silky running shorts, so most of my body was exposed to his gaze and, judging from the looks he was shooting me, he was enjoying the view. I took several pastries for myself.
As I sat down on the bed opposite him, I couldn't help but notice his exposed cock. I didn't think he was manipulative enough to be flashing me on purpose. He probably wasn't used to wearing a short robe. Still, I could see his soft cock resting between his thighs. I remembered the last time I'd had it in my mouth, and in my ass. I wanted it again. I licked my lips.
I was brought out of my daydreaming by the sound of Joey's voice. I shook my head and looked up. He was smiling at me. "I was trying to say you're welcome, but something seems to be distracting you," he said as he closed his robe.
"Look. You are really fucking hot, and the fact that you seem completely mesmerized by my dick is very flattering. If you're interested in hooking up without the bossy pervert trying to call all the shots, we can – but it'll have to be later."
He was talking about Matt and his stupid videos. And he was talking about his temporary impotence. I finished a bite of savory cheese and onion pie. And then said, "Actually, I can help you with that problem. It's one of the things that my master wanted me to do."
Joey had always seemed cool and collected to me, but he was embarrassed right now. I got out of my chair and knelt in front of him. I placed my hands on his thighs and said, "My master told me about what happened. I'm not a mage, so he had to explain it to me in very simple terms, but I should be able to pass it on."
He put his hands on mine and gave them a squeeze. "Okay. I'm listening. Believe me. I'm anxious to make sure that I haven't done something permanent. Everything else feels amazing after Buckwalder's herbal tea this morning, but down there... nothing." He shrugged.
I said, "Bear with me because it's all new to me. Apparently I am able to heal you through a tantric bond."
He squeezed my hands again and gave me a wicked smile. "Tantric? As in the Indian sex ritual, the Kama Sutra?"
I shrugged and my face showed my lack of comprehension. "You lost me. I never heard anything about any of this until today. But it does have to do with sex. My master says that I have the power to heal you. All I have to do is entice your body to get an erection and then we have mind blowing sex. Then your body will heal because my body is in good shape."
Joey grabbed my head and leaned forward to give me a passionate kiss. "That is the craziest story I've ever heard. If you can heal me through sex, why don't you just throw me down on the bed and fuck my brains out. I'm vers, you're hot, and that seems easier since my dick is completely unresponsive."
A little shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. Did this handsome, sexy, and confident man just imply that he was open to me fucking him sometime? That surprised me because he seemed like such a top. My mind was still working these things out. David Campos had been the same way. He fucked me aggressively when we were on video and then he'd insisted I fuck him back at his dorm. I realized that I had a long way to go before I figured out what being gay really meant.
I shook my head and said, "I don't know why, but Master said that it would work better the other way around. I think it's because the blockage in your energy body is at the spot near your penis, so that's the area I need to stimulate."
He pulled his robe open and gestured toward his limp dick. "If you think you can."
I stood up and pulled his robe off his body, letting it fall to the ground. There was nothing not to like at the sight of his naked body. I moved to his side, picked him up like a princess and carried him over to the bed to lay him down. I straddled his body and kissed him. My tongue explored his mouth and his tongue caressed mine in turn. His lips were firm, a little dry and chapped, but they still felt great.
When I began kissing his neck, he moaned, "Damn Kyle. You were good before, but you're a lot better when no one is forcing you to do things according to their script."
My mind flashed to Philip. Of all the guys I'd been with, Philip was the one who'd made love to me instead of just fucking me. If I managed to pull this off and heal Joey, it would be because of Philip's tenderness and affection.
I paused for a moment and said, "You're a damned handsome man, Joey. Worshiping your body is one of the easiest things I've ever done."
I went back to kissing his neck and running my hands along his arms, anxious to feel his muscles tense, relax, and then tense again. I made sure to kiss both sides of his neck before moving to his chest. I'd wanted to do this last time, but it hadn't been part of Matt's script. Joey's skin tasted like the special unguent Bucky used to sooth and energize sore muscles. I preferred the taste of clean human skin, but Bucky's special lotion didn't taste bad, just citrusy with an earthy aftertaste.
I nibbled each of his nipples in turn, making him moan even louder. He ran his fingers through my hair and then pressed my face tight against his chest. "Fuck yeah, Kyle. You know how to please a man's body."
I continued to kiss my way down between his pecs, across his abs. He wasn't as ripped as I had recently become, but his flat belly was firm and strong. I paused to probe his navel with my tongue, which made him giggle like a boy. Despite what one would think, those giggles were not a mood-killer. Instead, my cock was soaking my shorts. And as I worked my way down to his perfect dick, I noticed it was beginning to grow. I took pride in the fact that it was beginning to work. And suddenly it became clear to me what Nico had been trying to teach me earlier, when he touched my lips and then my nipples, while talking to me. He'd been emphasizing that I had to focus on things other than Joey's cock if I wanted to give him an erection, that I had to stimulate other parts of his body and allow them to bring his cock along with them. It had certainly worked on me.
But there was more than I had first thought. My skin was tingling in the very spots where my lips were touching Joey's. I moved up quickly to check my suspicions and found that Joey's heart was indeed beating in time with mine. Our bodies were becoming synchronized. This must have been what Master meant by a tantric bond.
I kissed Joey's groin. He only practiced light manscaping, so he had a very manly bush, but it was short enough that my lips could touch his skin. Joey was groaning and massaging my shoulders. Either that or he was trying to push me down toward his cock. I refused to be rushed, even though we both wanted the same thing. I took hold of his cock and rubbed it along my cheek, barely brushing it with my lips. Clearly, the tantric bond was working. If Master were to be believed, he was hard because I was hard.
I was almost disappointed because it had worked so well that I hadn't had a chance to part his cheeks and lick his hole, but I figured that I'd better give him an orgasm sooner rather than later, just in case the stimulation wore off before I could heal him.
Joey's cock was uncircumcised, like mine. I preferred a foreskin, but I had a deep appreciation for cocks of almost any size and shape. I opened my mouth,swallowing the head, and I was immediately overwhelmed by the sensation of pure pleasure on my dick. It felt like I was cheating. I wasn't supposed to get pleasure from my cock, but my so-called "healing talents" had other ideas.
I spent most of my time working on the head of his cock because that's what I liked, and I was feeling whatever he felt. The sensations of pure pleasure began in the head of my dick and spread throughout my body. Joey's mouth felt so warm, and his lips were so strong and talented. Oh hell! I'd gotten lost in this tantric bond. It was my mouth and my tongue I was feeling. I was pleasuring both Joey and myself. Suddenly I became aware of a blockage in my abdomen, just up from my cock. But it... No, it wasn't physical. This must be the blockage in sexual energy. I could feel it. But it wasn't mine. The blockage was Joey's.
And, suddenly, it was gone. Joey cried out in pleasure, "YOU DID IT KYLE! YOU FUCKING DID IT! SWALLOW IT. HERE IT COMES!"
I was humming the same words around his cock, which enhanced the pleasure for both of us. As he shot his load down my throat, I shot mine into my silky shorts. When we were finished, we lay together on his bed until our breathing had returned to normal.
When I tried to stand up, I was so dizzy I almost fell over. Joey grabbed me and laid me back against his chest on the bed. "Shh. You'll be okay."
Suddenly, my hero Bucky was there. He took the plate of savory pastries and held it out. I shook my hands. "No, thank you, Bucky, I can't eat anything right now."
Bucky took a pastry and held it to my lips. I felt sure I was too nauseous to eat. But Bucky wouldn't take no for an answer. He broke off a piece of the pie and pressed it to my lips. I was too tired to fight him, so I finally relented and let him shove it into my mouth. Then he pressed the pie into Joey's hands and pointed to the plate. He held up one hand and counted off three fingers.
Joey nodded at him and said, "I've got this Buckwalder. He needs to eat three pies. You can go. I'll make sure of it."
I chuckled. I was still stronger than Joey. Even if I was nauseous, I could have resisted, but I didn't want to. It felt good lying in bed with him holding me like this. I just let him feed me tiny pieces of pie with his fingers. He stroked my hair while I slowly chewed and swallowed. I felt warm and comfortable. And I felt... proud. I'd done something good. I'd helped to heal a man. I'd done something that mattered for the first time in my life.
Simon
When I met up with Kyle for our morning exercise program, he looked... radiant. That's a weird term to use about a guy, but he was positively beaming. His face was lit with happiness. I hadn't seen him look like this... hell! I'd never seen him look like this. He was beautiful and... and what? I wanted to wake up every day and see that look on his face.
It was only after I finished being bowled over by his face that I noticed his body. I told myself it was because his body was always beautiful, but his face was usually sad.
He was wearing a pair of black silky shorts that left nothing to the imagination and a black mesh muscle shirt that was short enough to expose his flat belly and the waistband of his light gray jock. The waistband said "Kyle Mason, Jock Boy".
My cock sprang to life at the first sight of his smile, and it turned to steel as his body imprinted itself on my brain. My wolf spirit was howling inside me. It wanted me to skip the exercise, take Kyle up to my room and pound him like a bitch. Of course it was trying to manipulate me into fucking him so I could get him out of my system. But I knew that would never work. Kyle was in my system all right. But he was inside so deep that no simple fuck could get him out. I knew what it was, I just didn't want to admit it, not even to myself.
My mind betrayed me. You're in love with Kyle Mason. I'd stopped trying to deny it. But I reminded myself that I was Kyle's friend, and he needed a friend more than a lover right now. Besides, I was kind of mentoring him through his coming out and it wouldn't be appropriate for me to take advantage of him while he was still confused and relying on me. And on Monday, I'd almost crossed a line. I was just a few minutes away from ripping his shorts off and taking him in the woods. I'd been holding back from him ever since. It had taken me three days to wrestle my wolf spirit into submission.
Kyle wrapped his arms around me tentatively. "Good morning, Simon. Are you ready for our run?"
He always referred to the health trail as "a run" despite the fact that there were some exercises that I found fairly intense.
I hugged him back with feeling. "I'm ready, Kyle."
Kyle
When Simon hugged me tight against him I wanted to melt into him, which would have looked ridiculous since he was six inches shorter than me and much slighter of build. Still, I thought of him as stronger than me. Emotionally, there was no way to argue against that fact, but he was also a werewolf. He may not be able to lift more than me, but he was certainly tougher than I was. I missed this closeness. He'd been giving me the cold shoulder after I'd gotten a little too free with his body on Monday, while I was massaging him. We'd had a run in the woods and a picnic, and I'd confused the entire encounter with a date. I thought at the time that he'd forgiven me and he actually wanted me... you know, physically. At least I now knew I had been right all along. I'd burned those bridges and there was no going back.
Simon
Watching Kyle do his stretches made my blood pound in my ears. Back in high school, when I closed my eyes and masturbated, I always brought to mind images of guys like Kyle. I couldn't have him, not yet, not while I was still his mentor, but he'd been enslaved by Domenic Chase, the only elf I knew of on campus. I'd sworn to free him, and I'd wracked my brain trying to come up with some trick or scheme. Maybe I wasn't as smart as I thought I was, but I'd found nothing. Still, I was going to free Kyle tonight the only way I could. Oliver had checked the secret mage library for me. Fae law allowed me to lay claim to Nico's property if I killed him. And that included his slave. So, tonight, I was going to kill Nico and claim Kyle as my own. Then I would free him.
I'd only begun this program because I wanted to watch Kyle exercise, but the heavy exertion seemed to satisfy my wolf spirit. I'd always been naturally fit, but now I was beginning to tone and define my muscles and add some mass. I was never going to be built like Kyle, six foot two with two hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle. I'd always be half a foot shorter and much slenderer, but I wanted to look good enough to attract Kyle's attention.
We ran the track and hit all the stations. Both of us were sweating by the time we finished. I inhaled deeply to get a good whiff of Kyle's natural musk. It was masculine, but mild, like most mundanes. His, however, was especially enticing. I could smell his arousal. He was excited. I could tell that he wanted me, but it wasn't uncommon for a guy just coming to grips with his gayness to think they were in love with their mentor, mistaking common gratitude for love. There was also an undertone that I'd come to recognize as submission.
Since the werewolves who lived on campus shared the second floor of Baylor Hall with the freshman mages, Kyle and I lived just up the hall from one another. I'd walked Kyle to his room, wishing I could kiss him there in the hallway. My wolf spirit sent a vision, which flooded my mind, showing me forcing Kyle to his knees and rubbing my cock on his face to mark him with my scent. I pushed the vision away and placed a hand on his arm. Friendly, but not erotic. Still, Kyle seemed to go a little weak in the knees at my touch.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning, I have something I need to do tonight," I said. I couldn't tell him what thing it was that I had to do. Tomorrow, when Kyle was free, that would be time enough.
When the door was closed, I leaned against the wall and sighed. I needed to get my mind clear of distractions, even such a pleasant distraction as Kyle's amazing body. Unfortunately, I was going to need to do something about my arousal. If I didn't, I knew that I'd be revisited by visions of him intruding on my thoughts.
I was still in mid-brood when Lalo and Oliver came out into the hallway. They were laughing and chatting. They had their hands around each other's waists and their heads were together. I sniffed the air and caught their scent. Each of them had the scent of the other on him, but the smell of Oliver's semen was on both of them, which had to mean Oliver's cock and Lalo's ass. I could smell it distinctly, even through that strong smelling soap Lalo preferred.
I had to say something. Lalo was already being hazed by some of the more aggressive betas. Since Benjy was attached to Darren, and Conor only seemed to be interested in chasing the alphas, the betas seemed to think that Lalo, the only remaining submissive beta boy in the pack, belonged to them. They could chase the beta girls of course, but, just like with mundane girls, that often required more in the way of commitment than hooking up with the guys. Hugh and Vicky sprang to mind. They were really into each other, but Hugh spent almost all his free time with her. That was only to be expected since they were serious about each other, but it's why most of the guys preferred hookups to relationships.
I'd have to talk with Drew and Darren and see what we could do to convince those boys that they weren't entitled to anything from Lalo. Meanwhile, I was going to have to talk to Lalo about this again. I knew Darren had already brought it up with him, but Lalo was impulsive and sometimes a little flighty - either that, or he simply agreed with you while you were talking and then did what he wanted anyway.
I stepped out and said, "It's a good thing I ran into the two of you. Lalo, I need to talk to you, pack business."
I gave Oliver a nod and said, "I'll walk Lalo over to your study group. And the two of us are still on to meet after the session, right?"
They both looked disappointed, but Lalo was not the kind of beta who could even think about disobeying an alpha, and Oliver... he understood that pack business had to take precedence over personal matters. The two kissed passionately, their lips locked, and their arms wrapped around one another. I waited patiently, even though the length of their parting kiss was bordering on disobedience. When they parted, Lalo had the good grace to blush and say, "sorry". But Oliver patted Lalo on the butt and then smiled at me.
If Oliver were a shifter, I'd take his behavior as a challenge to my authority, but he was giving me the big, owl-eyed stare that made him look like a complete innocent. "I'll see you both later," he said as he turned to walk down the stairs.
I put my arm around Lalo's shoulders and led him into my room. Drew was still there. He hadn't taken his shower yet, so he was walking around naked. My eyes ran over his fine torso and were drawn to his firm but meaty ass. Lalo was staring as well, but his eyes were focused on Drew's cock.
Drew gave me a puzzled look. "What's up?"
Lalo was looking nervous, being in the room with two alphas, especially since he knew he was the center of attention. I looked over at Drew and asked, "Have you taken a whiff of Lalo this morning?"
Drew inhaled deeply and then walked over to do it again while standing right behind him. He looked at me and asked, "You discovered the issue. Did you want to handle it, or did you bring him in here for me to deal with it?"
Lalo's pretty eyes, with their impossibly long lashes, were wide open and his face was in full panic mode. "Please, alpha sirs, tell me what I did wrong."
"I'll handle it, if you don't mind, Leader," I said. Then I looked into Lalo's eyes and put my hands on his shoulders. "Lalo, you didn't do anything wrong. You have a right to love whomever you want, but there is an issue we have to deal with."
He sank to his knees and looked up at me. It was the position a beta took when being chastised or when accepting directives from an alpha. "Is it because of Oliver?"
I gave a deep sigh. "Of course it's about Oliver, Lalo. You know how conservative most betas are. They aren't happy about the two of you being together."
I thought I was going to make him cry. His eyes were growing moist, and his breathing became just a little raspy. "Do I have to stop seeing him, alpha sir? He's different... It's because he's not one of us. With the pack, I can't even think about... um... topping. There's something in the scent and growl of an alpha that makes me want to drop to the floor immediately and present. Even some of the betas do that to me. I don't know why."
I shook my head and switched to a kinder more understanding tone. "It's just the way you are, Lalo. You're a submissive beta, probably more submissive than anyone other than Benjy and Chase. But let me guess. With Oliver you can top because he lets you mount him."
Lalo nodded. "That's how it started, alpha sir. But I always wanted him to mount me as well. The thing is that when he does, it's my mind agreeing to it. I'm making the choice. I don't have a choice with the pack, sir. My body demands that I submit. Don't get me wrong. I love it, every single time, but... it's nice to be able to do it when I'm making the choice."
I let him speak without interruption until he stopped. Then I said, "No one wants to take that away from you, Lalo. Drew and I both support your right to do whatever you want, but the betas in the pack consider you to be their beta. They love the way your body reacts to them, and frankly they love you. I hope it won't go to your head if I tell you that you are the prettiest beta boy in the pack."
"The prettiest beta boy I've ever seen," Drew interjected.
Lalo blushed. "I know, sirs, and it's really flattering. And I don't want to shut them out. If I'm seeing Oliver, can't I still...?" he paused for a long moment then said, "... do my duty to the pack?"
I decided that this conversation needed to be less formal and more supportive. I now understood that Lalo was submissive enough that he wouldn't fail to heed my words, even if I didn't keep him in the subordinate position. I helped him to his feet and then led him over to the bed so we could sit side by side. Drew sat opposite us on his bed, still naked, his cock becoming erect from the effects of Lalo's scent.
I put my arm around Lalo and said, "It is not your duty to submit to all the betas in the pack, Lalo. You can if you want to, but you don't have to. Just because they expect it of you doesn't mean that it's their right. Do you understand?"
He nodded. "I know that, alpha sir. I just... well there's not really a word for what I feel. My body feels like it's my duty and when I submit to them, my body feels good. It's just that I want Oliver too. He makes me feel special in a way that... um... sorry to say, Alpha sirs... he makes me feel special in a way that no one in the pack ever has."
I took a deep whiff and smelled Lalo's arousal. His body was on edge sitting in the room with two alphas. I looked over at Drew to see if he was going to step in, but he gave me a smile and a nod, clearly signaling me to continue. Darren had been after me to start acting like an alpha, which meant that I had to help take responsibility for overseeing the betas, especially ones like Lalo who were vulnerable in some way. I had the distinct impression that Drew was watching and assessing me.
My first thought was give me a break. I just shifted for the first time last weekend. But apparently the werewolves preferred a sink or swim approach. If I made the wrong call, Drew was the kind of guy who would redirect me privately and find a way to fix it.
I decided to go for gold. "We have two choices here. We can just let things continue the way they have been. But this means the betas will continue to harass you. We can't stop every incident of dominance display in the pack. That would be overstepping the limits of what alphas are supposed to do."
He was looking at me expectantly. "And the second, alpha sir?"
I placed a gentle hand on his cheek and said, "When you are covered in Oliver's scent, you can seek out one of the alphas and we can mark you, so that our scent overpowers his. The betas won't have reason to harass you then, which should dramatically lessen their need to dominate you."
He smiled at me. His eyes were twinkling now that he was losing his fear of us. "Do you two alphas want to mark me this morning so that we can test your hypothesis?"
"Is that what you want, Lalo?" I asked.
He slid off the bed and knelt between my legs. He inhaled my scent, a combination of sweat, arousal and precum. Then he began rubbing his face against my erection. This was going to end well. Being around Kyle had sent my libido into overdrive and I had enough sexual energy built up that I was grateful for a chance to release it. And my wolf spirit was howling its approval.
"Yes, alpha sirs, please mark me with your scent." He said, then he glanced coyly over his shoulder at Drew. "It may work better with the scent of two alphas, Leader sir."
He was arching his back and spreading his legs. I'm sure he was right about his body driving him to submit to us, but this wasn't completely chemical. He wasn't just going through the motions like he was resigned to follow his body's urges. He was in full presentation mode now, trying to entice us. It wasn't uncommon for gay bottom betas to get this way around alphas, especially once they sensed sex was a possibility. I'd seen Conor almost this bad.
Drew stood up and walked behind Lalo. He reached down and slid a hand inside Lalo's shorts. I could tell the moment he touched the boy's hole because Lalo started to whimper as he nuzzled my cock. I undid the tie that fastened his hair in that cute wolf's tail he wore so that his hair could hang free, and I could run my hands through it.
Then Drew guided him to a standing position using that single finger that was buried inside him. He growled in his ear, "Get your clothes off beta. This morning you're going to get fucked by two alphas."
We could have marked him in many different ways. We could have merely rubbed our sweaty bodies against his. We could have cum on his body and made him rub it into his skin. But Lalo whimpered, "Yes, Leader. Please, I want both virile alphas to fuck me this morning."
I pulled his shirt off and tossed it on Drew's bed. Drew unfastened Lalo's pants and threw them in the same place. The boy was wearing a tiny pair of red briefs, almost a bikini. His six inch cock was tenting them enough that you could slip a finger easily through the leg holes. Drew picked him up from behind and held him so I could pull the briefs off and toss them on the pile.
We put him on the bed and Drew looked into my eyes. "Heads or Tails?" he asked.
I turned Lalo's head so I could look into his pretty eyes. The boy was more eager than I was. I looked at Drew and asked, "Have you been inside his ass before?"
He shook his head. "Is it good?"
I nodded and replied, "Oh yeah. His ass is like a silk glove. You should try it this morning and I'll take his pretty mouth."
Now it may seem callous that we didn't consult Lalo, but he was in full beta submission mode, and he would have just passed it back to us to make the decision anyway. Besides, the more submissive beta bottoms liked their alphas to make the decisions and tell them what to do. I looked deep into those eyes of his and said, "Suck my cock, beta boy."
I gave him a growl because boys like him expected it and he whimpered back at me, "Yes, alpha sir!"
Then he swallowed my cock. I tilted my head back and growled, "Yessss! Oh damn your mouth is warm and tight." And it was. Lalo was a very talented cocksucker. Despite being smaller and less muscular, he sucked with more force than Drew, and he had no trouble taking all seven of my inches.
Drew pulled his finger out of Lalo's ass and sniffed it. A smile crossed his face. "Between Oliver's cum and the remains of a lubrication spell, this boy is slick and ready to go." Drew pushed inside Lalo gently. He could play gruff when he wanted to, but he was like me. He didn't just fuck an ass, he made love to it.
We spit roasted Lalo on that bed, me taking his mouth and Drew his ass. We tried to time it, but I'll admit that I came first. I'd gotten so aroused by watching Kyle's almost naked body while he exercised, and my horniness had been doubled by Lalo's submissive whining. I grabbed hold of his head and then shot my load directly down his throat. Lalo swallowed, which made his throat milk the last of my spunk from my cock.
Lalo came next, despite having already been fucked until he came this morning. The scent was still lingering beneath that obnoxious soap smell. His mouth was free so he whined and whimpered so loud that no one could doubt what was happening in here. Then he leaned forward on his elbows and moaned as Drew continued to fuck him, until at last he came inside Lalo's inviting ass.
When we were done, Drew jumped in the shower and Lalo licked his load off my sheets. I held him and kissed him until Drew was done then we watched him get dressed, put his hair back in that loose wolf-tail he preferred and then drop to his knees, looking at Drew and I in turn.
"Thank you, alpha sirs, for seeding me like the bottom beta I am and thank you for marking me with your scent."
I tossed him my dirty briefs I'd worn while exercising. "Try rubbing that on your body in the morning if you don't have time for a double fuck."
Drew added, "Better yet, get Oliver to fuck you at night, shower in the morning and then stop by our room so we ca rub our scent on you."
I felt good. I'd done my duty as an alpha and I'd managed to get Kyle out of my head, at least for a little while. And we wouldn't have to fuck Lalo every morning. We could sniff him and then have him rub our scent on his body another way. Ah, the onerous duties of being an alpha, I thought.
Drew clapped me on the back and said, "You did great there. You handled the boy with sensitivity and understanding."
I gave him a serious nod to show that I understood. Then I winked and said, "He's a special boy, isn't he?"
Drew almost moaned his response. "Special and unbelievably cute." Then he grinned ear to ear and said, "And the best part of you handling it is that you get to report the incident, the details, and the consequences to Darren. I'll share the link to the document with you."
"Paperwork?" I asked with a tinge of sarcasm.
Drew stretched and smiled again. "It's Darren's responsibility to play dorm dad to these betas so he needs to know everything. I hate to break it to you, but there are even more boring things you'll have to do as an alpha. It isn't all about fucking pretty beta boys."
Nico
Tonight was the night. I couldn't wait any longer. I'd told Philip that we would wait until next weekend to face down the hunters, but they'd pushed the issue. I was playing their game now and I wasn't happy about it. Someone on their side was clever. They'd figured out a way to manipulate me. On the one hand, I was impressed with their audacity. On the other hand, I was angry at the way they'd gone about it.
Last night, while making my rounds, I spoke to Elmarien, the tree spirit of the great elm in front of Baylor Hall. They'd been in masculine form when I saw them standing nervously by the tree. I loved the more rough and tumble single-sexed dryads, like Kadrian, but there was something even more alluring about the sex-shifting spirits of the Elms. Despite the impressive size of their trees, the elm spirits tended to be slight even in their male form, what humans would call a twink.
Elmarien dropped to one knee and called me over to them. "Please, Lord, I need to talk to you."
I approached them and placed a hand on their shoulder. "Go ahead, Elmarien, speak."
They looked up at me with an anxious expression on their face. "My Lord of the Elms, I bring news from Lyan. They tell me that something has happened to Kadrian. No one can find him, and someone has spiked his tree with iron."
That news sent a chill down my spine. I'd been with Kadrian last weekend. The hunters had used his tree to watch Philip's apartment, monitoring him to make sure that he was a shifter, before taking him out. Kadrian had been... a very aggressive lover and I'd planned to visit him again. But the hunters must have seen the two of us together, not while we were having sex, since we were safely in the fae realm for that, but before or after. They must have taken him because of me.
That shouldn't have surprised me. I was sure that the hunters were watching Philip because of me. As a were-lynx, he was no threat to anyone. His kind were seldom dangerous enough to attract the attention of hunters. They must have seen Kyle at his apartment, and they must have known Kyle was with me. They'd already tried to kill me once, daring to attack me in Baylor Hall itself.
I traveled through Elmarien's tree to speak with Lyan in person, but they didn't know much more. An antheliad, a flower fairy, had seen the men using iron to bind Kadrian and carry him off toward the apartments. This was my fault, or at least my failure to fully understand modern technology. I should have brought Sebastian into this issue prior to the current escalation. For a mage, he had a keen mind and he was a top notch diviner. Better than me, I reluctantly admitted to myself. I'd sent my sprites to investigate the area and be watchful for their agents, but they detected no one. Perhaps they'd used some kind of mundane device to observe us. I probably wouldn't have known what it was if I saw it.
I'd returned to campus to get prepared for the day and check on my two sprites who'd been imprisoned. Buckwalder was tending them. He'd told me that they had iron poisoning from prolonged contact with the steel in the bars. Had they only been imprisoned, they would have been fine, but they'd tried to bend the bars and the effort had abraded their hands. It wasn't smart, but they'd been desperate. The vampire had used a syringe to drain blood from each of them. The sprites knew that once he had a taste of fae blood he'd keep coming back for more. It was like heroin to vampires.
And I finally got a report from Berzik the Boggart. He spoke in a low voice that sounded like a harsh whisper. "All the vampire's minions are gone. But he was too strong for me to take out quickly."
I didn't touch him. Boggarts didn't like to be touched. I nodded politely in his direction and raised a hand in salute. "You did well, Berzik."
The Boggart smiled at me, his razor sharp teeth sending a chill even down my spine. He flexed his long arms and stretched out claws like curved daggers. "There is more, my lord. The vampire wasn't alone. He has a companion, another vampire. This other vampire was the shadow mage. He almost bound me, but I was able to slip into the closet before he could finish his spell. If not for the mage, Joey, I would have been trapped. The second vampire had resealed the front door, but Joey had cleared a window. I escaped and now I owe him a life debt."
I nodded. "Joey Peters is building a stack of favors. He carries Alfwyn blood, and it seems that he is deserving of the name."
Alfwyn meant "Elf Friend' in ancient Germanic, and that family had always been close to faerie. Joey probably inherited it through his great grandmother, Priscilla Ambrose, whose own grandmother had been an Alfwyn. It was strange how magical lineages worked. Through all those generations, the power of fae sight had manifested once again in him. That boy bore watching. The name Alfwyn was originally a title of honor granted to Leofric Atheling. He misled the forces of Bishop Ignatius long enough for the elven mage Gwydion to seal the last of the portals to faerie before his zealots could invade our realm. Like his distant ancestors, Joey was earning that same honorific.
I'd left Joey Peters in my bed to sleep last night after I'd brought him back to campus, completely exhausted. Shortly after he'd awakened I'd sent Kyle up to his room to heal him. I was very impressed with Kyle and his progress. He'd turned into quite an attractive stud and now he was beginning to allow his inner light to shine. And his mental powers were blossoming nicely. It was fitting to me that his talent lay in healing. He carried such a burden from all the harm he'd caused others. But now, maybe, he would be able to heal himself as he healed others.
Normally I scheduled some activity for Kyle to broaden his horizons on a Friday evening. And tonight was no exception. I wanted him out of the way while I faced down the hunters. Kyle was a big guy, and he was very strong for a human. But he was no match for men armed with guns.
In the late afternoon, I'd found him in the room texting with his brother Andy. That was another thing that had helped Kyle find some happiness. After dealing with the older brother, Eddie, I had planned to pay a visit to the middle brother, Andy. But then he had called and apologized to Kyle for tormenting him when he was younger. Now the two of them were texting back and forth daily.
He immediately assumed the slave position when I entered the room. Kneeling on the floor, knees spread wide, his posture erect, and his eyes planted firmly on the floor at my feet. He never failed to follow his instructions, the chain wouldn't allow it, but today he seemed energetic and eager about it, like he was no longer feeling embarrassed or humiliated by the act. That was good. Tonight's activity should play into his natural exhibitionism and, given his physical perfection, it should also boost his confidence.
End of Chapter 14. The action will conclude in Elf Master 15, which
will be published next week!
College Magic Cycle Characters
Fae
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Cadrian.
A male ash tree spirit who lives 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.
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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.
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Elmarien.
The dryad of the large elm tree that stands in front of Baylor Hall. Like all elm
spirits, they are hermaphroditic, shifting from male to intersex to female in form.
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Kadrian. A
male dryad who lives in an ash tree a hundred yards from Philip's apartment
with a clear line of sight. He and Nico had a sexual encounter. The hunters
were using his tree as an observation platform. They captured him and tortured
him.
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Lyan. An
elm tree spirit who lives in an elm near Philips apartment. Like all elm spirits,
they are hermaphroditic, shifting from male to intersex to female in form.
Mages
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Desmond Devereaux. A 23-year-old 1st
year graduate student in history. He's the fifth floor RA in Baylor Hall. He's
dating Viviane Lamont, the fourth floor RA. He's a competent mage, but less
good at casting spells quickly. He's six-foot one inch tall and has light brown
hair, green eyes and fair skin. He's not athletic but
still looks fit.
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Elijah Jackson. A 24-year-old graduate
student who went to the Academy with Sebastian and Nico. He's a graduate
student in the history program and he mentors struggling African American students
and he tutors student athletes. He is 74 inches tall and weighs 275 pounds of
mostly muscle. He's built like a massive rectangle. His skin is dark brown,
almost black and he wears his hair in long dreadlocks. He's a powerful
transmuter mage. He understands mechanics and electronics better than any of
the other mages except for Erik Rucker. He has become friends with Kyle. He has
two live in boyfriends, Kendal and Tristan.
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Ethan Lowry. A 17-year-old boy from Long
Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond
hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with
the hunters. His mother is a sylph (an air spirit)
and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air
spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained
as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is
now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.
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Joseph Lawrence Peters. A freshman in
Kieran's writing class who was in the same religious program before school that
Kieran was in. His friends call him Joey.
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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.
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Marvin Oswald. A 21-year-old mage
sophomore with talent in healing. He's studying premed in hopes of going into
complementary healing.
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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.
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Rakesh Mishra. A 23-year-old graduate
student of Indian American heritage. He's working on his MS in Psychology. He's
a mind mage and a yogi master. He is one of Kieran's trainers. He lives off
campus in Ibis House.
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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)
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Matt Silver. A sturdy guy with olive skin
tone and brown hair; he has a very large penis (almost 10 inches); the most
sadistic of the Nerd Squad.
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Terrence Green. A basketball player for
the school. A 21-year-old junior, standing six foot eight inches tall, with
deep bronze skin color and brown eyes. He has full lips and rounded features.
He wears his black hair in very short, kinky curls.
Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves
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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.
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Gideon Blackburn. A muscular man with
dark brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair in tight, kinky curls. He's about
30 years old and works as at a waxing salon on the edge of town that takes male
clients. It seems popular in the gay, BDSM community. He likes fisting (giving,
not receiving), and he's a shifter who turns into a lynx.
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Mahendra Khatri. 50-year-old were-tiger
who owns and operates the Blue Room. His place is a neutral space for various
shifter tribes to come together because they're all afraid of him.
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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
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Dawn Schiller (Alpha). A muscular blond
woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack
and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the
side.
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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.
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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.
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Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college
freshman. Lalo's roommate. He was born mundane and then turned back in Michigan.
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Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman, with a wiry build. Lalo is short for Eduardo.
He has light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. He is friends
with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class), and now the two of
them are dating.
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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.
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Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). A 24-year-old
werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70
inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French
braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest
advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives
spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's
flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a
spiritual experience as well as a physical one.
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Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student,
brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno
before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark
hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive
body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body
strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's
taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper
at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.
Places
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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.
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Blue Room. A gay strip bar operated by
the weretiger Mahendra Khatri. Most of the employees and clientele can't see
through the velamen arcanum. Zeno Schiller dances here and a lot of versipelles
and mages frequent the place. Unfortunately for most of our main
characters, the minimum age to enter is 21.
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Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of
southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier
to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region
have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The
realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light
are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to
reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium
in the Bayou of Louisiana.
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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.