Introduction

For those who are following the college magic series from the gay/sf-fantasy side but may not be into more hard-core authoritarian scenarios, you may want to skip this storyline. Kyle and Domenic's relationship is in no way like that of Jason and Kieran or Alonzo and Erik. It is non-consensual (at first) and involves sexual slavery and complete domination of one man by another.

Like Kieran, Kyle is a young man wounded by his upbringing. His journey is darker than Kieran's, in part because his guide does not love him and in part because he has further to go. In the end, he too will find happiness once he learns to accept who he is.

For those who appreciate this kind of story read on; others be forewarned.

This story is fantasy. In the real-world consent is not only important, but also sexy.

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

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Author's Notes

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·        There may be spoiler information in the College Magic Characters guide at the end of this document. I try to keep them out, but some may sneak when I'm not paying attention.

·        This story contains hardcore scenes of BDSM. Be aware before reading on.

·        While the story is apparently non-consensual, be aware that Kyle will be eventually given a choice.

·        While this storyline is designed to mostly stand alone in this cycle, you may miss some background information if you don't read the other storylines (especially The Pack). Simon Carter plays a part in both stories.

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o   Guardian Angel

Elf Master Chapter 7 (A Slave's Reward)

First Saturday after Class Started

Nico

Elijah had managed to twist our contract again. He claimed that he couldn't get back to campus at dawn, but I was welcome to come and get Kyle at dawn as per the contract. I'd let that one slip. I couldn't get to Kentucky and back in time for this council meeting that Professor Thorne insisted I attend. I would have to wait until Elijah could bring Kyle back at noon. He was getting an extra six hours with my slave, and I wasn't happy. It wasn't the time. It was the fact that he'd managed to score points against me, and that was why he'd done it.

I wasn't happy about Edward Mason texting my slave all night either. I'd checked Kyle's phone and Edward had gotten increasingly belligerent as he received no responses. I was going to deal with him sooner rather than later. I flipped through the texts, and there it was, a direct threat to my slave from his brother. He'd promised to kick his ass, then to fuck him, then to show their father what a faggot he was so he would be disowned. I thought he was probably drunk, and most definitely gay and in the closet. I checked out his Facebook page and his professional website. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was still fairly young at 32 years old. Now that he'd threatened my slave, he was mine. I sent a message to my aunt, our representative in the Conclave, to register Edward Mason as my legitimate target.

I texted him back. I'm sorry I left my phone in my room last night. Can you drive up here on Sunday morning? I want you to fuck me. You're right. I have always wanted to suck your cock and to feel your cock inside me. Please, come and fuck me like the little bitch I am.

This man was thirteen years older than my slave and he seemed more obsessed with him than he should be, especially since Kyle was his brother. There was more to this story than met the eye, and I was going to get to the bottom of it. And then I was going to use it to destroy Edward Mason.

I mostly parroted his words back to him. He should like that. I'd keep Kyle's phone for now, so I could respond for him. I hadn't yet found an activity to keep Kyle busy on Saturdays. Tuesdays and Thursdays he would be working out hard with Philip and then getting fucked in my room. Thursday evening, he would be servicing Gideon and Sunday afternoon and evening he would be servicing Philip. Matt had made me an offer, but so far he hadn't made it appeal enough to make it worth my while. He was getting increasingly demanding. If he became too much of a bore I was going to find a way to make him pay.

I had a lot to think about.

 

Kyle

I woke up to Elijah teasing my hole with his index finger. I must have rolled onto my stomach while I slept. It felt good, but I was afraid his finger would get dirty, and he'd make me clean it off with my mouth. "I'm not clean yet, Master," I said as I stretched awake.

"Yes you are, slave," Elijah replied in his deep, rumbling voice. "One of the advantages to being a mage is that I can clean you up with a touch of my wand. Now be a good slave and spread your legs for your master."

I spread my legs and enjoyed his finger work. He added a second finger and his other hand slid under me and pulled my cock back to lie flat on the bed between my legs. I relaxed my ass as much as I could and let him play around in there. "You are learning great control over your sphincter, slave," he said. "That's the key to being a good little slut. Is that what you are?"

"Yes master, I'm a slut," I said. I knew that I must be a slut, since I was enjoying having my ass played with so much.

"Don't sound so embarrassed by your sluttiness," he rumbled. "Nothing wrong with being a slut, so long as you're a good one.

Then he climbed on top of me and shoved his cock into my ass in one continuous motion. He'd loosened me up enough that it wasn't exactly painful, but it was stretching me uncomfortably. My ass had seen a lot of abuse over the last few days, and it had taken a lot of big cocks. I moaned as he bottomed out inside me.

"Do you like that, my little jock bitch?" he growled in my ear. "Tell me how much you like my big cock in your jock pussy."

"I love it, Master," I said. "I love how your big cock fills my ass!"

He smacked my ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "What am I fucking?"

My ears were burning. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I hated it. I said it anyway. "You're fucking my jock pussy!"

"That's right. You are a jock pussy, and your best talent is using your pussy to make men feel good," Elijah said.

Then he started fucking me hard. He'd pull almost all the way out and then plunge in the hilt. He was heavy and he was making the bed bounce. My ass was bouncing up to meet him. Soon I was gaping so much that he could pull all the way out and plunge back in without meeting resistance. I tried to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles every time he pulled out. His cock inside me felt so good that I was moaning like a bitch in heat. My shaft filled with cum, and a tingling began at the base of my cock and in my perineum.

Soon I was crying out, "You're fucking the cum right out of my balls, Master! Please fuck me harder."

I felt him shudder and thrust all the way inside me. He kept his cock inside once he'd cum, and he asked me to squeeze his cock with my ass. I worked my butt muscles trying to get the last drop to come out, but he didn't get soft. In a few minutes he was as hard as he had been before and ready to go again. He fucked me longer the second time. I didn't orgasm on the second round, but I oozed cum almost continuously. When he came, I felt a sense of pride that he'd found my ass sexy enough to seed it twice in rapid succession.

He kissed the back of my neck and then helped me out of the bed. I was still weak in the knees and wobbly. "Let's get you into a relaxing bath, Kyle," he said. "You've had a hard twenty-four hours."

He led me into a large bathroom with an enormous whirlpool tub in it. He sat me on the toilet while he ran hot water into the tub. He stirred his wand around in the water and a scent of sandalwood and citrus rose into the air. Once it was full enough, he turned on the jets and climbed into the tub, reclining against the back. He held out a hand and said, "Join me, Kyle. It's time you relaxed."

I stepped into the tub, and he pulled me down so that I was leaning against his massive chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me there in that bubbling water. "Tell me everything, Kyle, everything you can," he said. "I know that Nico probably has you bound tight with his compulsions. It's that Chain of Compliance he made as a senior project."

I lay back in his arms and spilled everything I could. "You do know that I deserve my punishment because of what I did, sir," I said.

"Sebastian told me a little bit about your story, Kyle, but not all of it," he said, brushing my sweaty hair back from my forehead.

"I raped one of my dormmates," I said bluntly. "He was pretty, and I got excited every time I looked at him, and he flaunted it, always wearing shorts that let you see his butt hanging out, and his shaved legs. The thing was that he had a boyfriend, and I knew that. I still thought I was straight, sir. And I wanted him, but I wanted to hurt him because I blamed him for the fact that I wanted him. He was smaller than me, even smaller than I realized at the time, and he didn't stand a chance. He was saved by a goddamn werewolf. I think the werewolf wanted him too."

"And that's when your troubles began," Elijah offered, prompting me to go on.

"You should know that wasn't the first time I'd attacked a gay boy for getting me excited, sir," I said. Then I told him about all the others, including Simon. "And that's why Nico enslaved me, so I could pay for my crimes."

"Bullshit!" Elijah rumbled. "Nico enslaved you because he's a sadistic little prick with a typical elven sense of entitlement. Your crimes gave him an excuse. I know that you can't say anything bad about your master, but I'm not limited in expressing myself."

I didn't say anything to him, but I thought he probably understood my feelings at least as well as I did. My feelings for my master confused me.

"Do you enjoy being Nico's slave?" he asked.

"Sometimes sir," I admitted. "I like that my slavery has made me question everything I was taught as a child. You were right, you know. I was a racist piece of shit when I was growing up. And I was a homophobe, and I was a misogynist. It's all I knew. But then I got here, and I was surrounded by gay guys, and I could have changed, but I didn't. When I first started talking smack to Kieran and his boyfriend, I expected all the straight guys to start cheering me on, like they did back home, but they didn't.

"I still didn't change. It wasn't until the day when Master told me that I had to choose five different men and suck their cocks, and take pictures of the act, that was the day that I think I started to change. I had sex in a bathroom with a disgusting and dirty pig, but then I saw Terrence. I wouldn't have looked twice at him back home, but I saw him, and I wanted him. It wasn't that I had to suck his cock; it was that I wanted to do it. I'd never thought about wanting to suck a cock before, but now I did."

Elijah sighed and said, "I'll know if you're lying to me Kyle, so you'd better speak the truth. Why did you want to suck Terrence's cock?"

I thought about it for a minute then I said, "I thought he was good looking. His hair, his face, those long, muscular legs. I was physically attracted to him, but I didn't want to beat him to a pulp. It was a first for me."

"I want to be sure," Elijah said. "Did you want to be with him because you felt a need to be punished and sucking a black cock felt more like punishment to you than sucking a white cock?"

"No sir," I said. "I was just attracted to him. I'd pretended to be attracted to girls for all my life, but I'd never really been turned on. I'd been turned on by gay boys in the past who looked or acted effeminate, but I'd never felt an actual attraction that made me want to worship a man's body, until I saw him."

Elijah ran a finger down my jawline and then across my lips. "Did you want to suck his cock because he was black, and you heard that all black men had big cocks?"

"No sir," I said. "I didn't know it was big until I saw it, and it's not the biggest I've ever had inside me. Yours is bigger and so is Matt's, and he's white. I'd heard that story of course, everyone has, but I wasn't looking for a big cock. I didn't even look at his junk when he walked by. I looked at his beautiful brown legs and that firm ass of his. I've been with a black man with a cock my own size, so I don't think the stories are true. Yours is bigger, but Terrence's isn't much bigger than mine despite him being so tall."

"And did you want to suck Terrence's cock because it would make your daddy mad that his little boy was sucking black cock?" he asked.

"Oh, it would have bothered my dad, sir," I said. "You know who he is, but honestly he'd be so mad that I was sucking cock in the first place I don't think it would matter that much that the cocks were black."

Elijah kissed my neck and bit my earlobe. "The strange this is that I believe you, Kyle," he said. "I just asked you about nearly every stereotype reason white boys might want to have sex with a black man, and none of them seemed to have crossed your mind. That's amazing given your background. If you pursued Terrence because he's a good-looking guy – and he is, that's for sure – and not for any of those other reasons, then you may not actually be a racist despite your upbringing. In other words, I may have jumped to the wrong conclusion. Were you wearing your racism like a shield, like you were your homophobia, I wonder?"

He paused for a moment and played with my nipples. They were already hard from the feeling of his cock pressing against my butt. The he continued, "Now, I'm going to ask you the questions that covers many of the white liberals who seek out black men. Did you go after Kyle because you think that black men are inherently superior to white men?"

I had to think about this one for a while. I had no idea what he meant by liberal. I was raised in Kentucky and had never been accused of liberalism. If I was a liberal, it would just be one more perversion to my family.

"I don't think so, sir," I finally answered. "All men are superior to me now that I'm a slave, but I think even if I weren't a slave, you would be my superior. You're commanding and powerful. You're a mage, so I don't know what the heck you can do on that front, but you seem smarter than me and you're stronger than me, and your cock is bigger.

"Simon is superior to me, but that's because he's a better person than me. I beat the crap out of him because he turned me on, and he's forgiven me and he's helping me cope with the gay feelings I have. And Terrence is superior to me because he's better looking than me and he's a better basketball player. But I know other black guys, and they're only superior to me because they're fee and I'm a slave. I hope that's the right answer because it's the truth."

Elijah said, "You're a unicorn, boy. You seem not to be motivated by harmful stereotypes despite your daddy. That's amazing because of your upbringing and the things I know that you said back in high school."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I don't know that I ever believed those things, not really. I just wanted to fit in and have my brothers and father love me."

"Great Isis! You're a conundrum, Kyle," he said. "I'd be scheming to take you away from Nico, not just because I want to embarrass him in a big face-losing way, but because I'm halfway falling in love with you myself. But I can't have you in my house. My own two sweet little boys keep me busy enough most days and your personality, even when suppressed by the collar of compliance would overwhelm them. They're not as strong as you are."

I laughed at that. "I think the strength you see, sir, comes from the collar not despite it," I admitted. "I'm weak-willed and a mess without someone forcing me to do better."

"We'll see, boy, we'll see," he said. "Only tell Nico this if he asks you directly, but I am going to see about freeing you from him, even if I can't keep you myself. Now let's clean up and I'm going to take you home, not to Nico's room, but to my home. I could drop you off right away, but I'm going to make Nico come to me, since it was one of the few points I was able to burn him on in that contract. And he's not available until noon. And I want to introduce you to my sweet little boys."

 

Elijah used his magic to take me from the circle in his Louisville clubhouse to the circle in his house in Severan. We appeared in a corner room with hardwood floors and a carpet with a magic circle. There was no other furniture in the room, but one window showed a neat back yard and the other showed a house obscured by a large maple tree. "Come on, boy," Elijah said. Then he led me downstairs.

I was still naked, so I was a little embarrassed when Kendal came into the room. He was a cute little thing, about five foot three, with fair skin and light blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. His eyes were heterochromatic, one was light blue, and the other was pale green, and his features were delicate and girlish. He was thin and seemed to lack muscle tone, making him look soft and boyish. He was dressed in tiny pink lacy panties and a pink lacy shrug. He wore a pink lacy collar with an opal cabochon on the front. He had dangling earrings, also of opal.

"Kendal, sweetie, this is Kyle. He's Nico's slave," Elijah said. "And Kyle, this is Kendal, one of the two loves of my life."

He pulled Kendal to him and kissed him on the lips. Kendal giggled and said, "Pleased to meet you Kyle." His voice was high pitched for a boy, but not a falsetto. "Will Kyle be staying for lunch, sir?"

"Only if we're eating early," he said. "Nico will be here at noon to pick him up."

"I can set a plate for Nico, sir," Kendal said. "We're having salad with ahi tuna, and I know that he likes that."

At that point, a thin Filipino guy came into the room. He was five foot six and was wearing a pair of black shorts that showed off most of his legs, a tight pink t-shirt that had the phrase "Ask Me About Wands of Love" and a website address. He had knee high socks and sketcher shoes. He was a handsome boy as well, with golden brown skin, large brown eyes, and black hair, spiky on top with a low fade. He had a wand in a holster on his hip, but Kendal didn't.

"I came in to meet the new boy, Daddy," he said. His voice was a pleasant tenor.

"Tristan, this is Kyle, Nico's slave," Elijah said, "And Kyle, this is the other love of my life, my boy Tristan."

Elijah had one arm around each of his boys and all three of them were smiling. He had a strange family, but they seemed to love one another. Elijah kissed each of his boys again and then said, "Kendal can you take Kyle up to our dressing room and get him one of my shirts to wear."

Kendal took my hand and led me upstairs, not to their bedroom but to a room next to it with mirrors, a vanity table and three armoires in it. He started looking through one of the armoires, and said, "Tristan and I are too small for you to wear any of our clothes, and Daddy's clothes are too big for you, so no pants for you, big boy." He glanced at my dick and licked his lips, then looked away quickly.

He pulled out some t-shirts and a few button-down shirts out of the armoire. "Let's get you pretty for lunch," he said.

His penis was hard, but it was so small that I hardly noticed it. He pulled the largest t-shirt over my head. It came down to the bottom of my buttocks, but no farther. "Hmm," he said. "This is nice but knit will ride up and you'll be naked below the waist. Not that it wouldn't make a bold statement, but maybe too bold for lunch."

He pulled it off and then put a long-sleeve button-down shirt over my shoulders. It had red and gold vertical stripes. It was too big for me, but that was a good thing. It hung a few inches below my buttocks. "This is knotted silk, so it won't climb," he said. He buttoned it up to just above my solar plexus, then grabbed a dark brown cloth belt that he used to cinch the shirt around my waist.

"Sit down," he said, pulling out the chair at the vanity. When I sat, he rolled the sleeves up past my elbows. It looked like I was wearing a short shirtdress.

"You're pretty when you're dressed this way," Kendal said. "You still look masculine, but it contrasts with the effeminate clothing. On a woman, a shirtdress looks powerful and masculine, but on a man, it looks gender-bending."

He seemed so excited to see the transformation that I couldn't burst his bubble and say that I had no desire to bend my gender. "You did a good job, Kendal," I said.

"I'm not through yet," he smiled.

Then he pulled out a make up kit and started on my face. He outlined my eyes with copper eyeliner and put shiny lip gloss on my lips. Then he brushed just a little color onto my cheeks. I was staring at my face in the mirror. It was an amazing transformation. I looked softer and more feminine, but my body was masculine under that shirt I was wearing as a dress. It made me horny and nervous at the same time. Seeing myself this way made me want to fuck myself. It dawned on me that my gayness seemed to take two different forms. When I saw a handsome and masculine dude, I wanted to spread my legs and get fucked, but when I saw a pretty, effeminate guy – even my own reflection – I wanted to be the one doing the fucking. But both urges were a part of me.

He was smiling at me with a hint of pride. "We have company for lunch, can you help me get dressed?" he asked.

I agreed and helped him get into a short baby blue sheath dress. It must have been tailored for him because it was flat across the chest like it was meant for a boy. It was tight so I had to zip it up in the back for him. Then he put his pink lacy shrug back on and pulled some sheer thigh-high stockings on before putting on a pair of open toes heels.

I had a raging erection, which confused the heck out of me. Girls dressed this way did nothing for me, but I thought Kendal was incredibly sexy in a dress, and I didn't think I looked bad either. He put his arm through mine when we went back downstairs. Elijah gave us a wolf-whistle and Tristan came up and kissed us both on the cheek. "Can we keep him, Daddy," he asked.

Elijah walked around and stuck his hands under my shirtdress to rub my butt. "I'm afraid not, boys," he said, "Nico would never part with him for any price I'd be willing to pay, especially after Kendal did such a good job making him pretty."

While we were waiting for Nico to come, Elijah had me help Tristan to squeeze fresh lemons to make lemonade and to wash and cut all the vegetables for salad. Apparently Kendal made fresh bread every day so there was some ready to be cut and he grilled the ahi tuna and sliced it against the grain while Tristan and I tore the lettuce and sliced tomatoes and cucumbers. Nico arrived before we finished. Kendal was mixing a homemade vinaigrette with lemon and olive oil.

Elijah greeted him at the door and led him in like they were old school friends. If they were, they had the strangest friendship I'd ever seen. Elijah led Nico into the kitchen and my master's eyes lit up in surprise. He looked me up and down appreciatively and seemed to like what he saw.

"Join us for lunch, Nico," Elijah said. "The boys have prepared a delightful salad with ahi tuna and fresh baked bread. And Kyle's been helping. He deserves to taste some of his own work."

Elijah was smiling, but Nico was frowning. His vision shifted from the delicious looking lunch that was spread out on the table to Elijah, then to me. His calculating eyes were working overtime. "We would be delighted, to join you, since you have gone to the trouble of preparing something that won't spoil my slave's weight loss program."

We sat and ate. I was uncomfortable because Nico seemed on edge the whole time, but Elijah was jovial and gracious throughout. I couldn't possibly express how wonderful it was to eat something other than piss flavored smoothie. I even had lemonade to drink. Once lunch was done, Master took the bag he'd brought with him and pulled out a jock, a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt. There was also a pair of running shoes.

"I thank you for the hospitality of your house and offer the same to you if ever you find yourself at our home," Nico said.

Elijah was smiling. "Then our contract is done, and I look forward to my use of your slave in future months.".

I changed clothes right there in the living room. I was glad to get out of the dress and makeup because I felt confused when I was wearing them, but I was also a little sad. I hugged the boys goodbye and Elijah embraced me as well. He held out his hands for Nico, but he refused the hug and took one hand and shook it instead. We left the house and Nico told me, "I'm going to climb on your back and become invisible, and you're going to run back to the college. It should take about an hour."

I knelt and Nico climbed onto my shoulders. I set off at a run, following Nico's directions back to campus. I was getting stronger, but this was a hard run with an extra one hundred and fifty pounds on my back. We couldn't really talk while I was running, so the trip was made in silence. When we got to Gilbert Weiss Park, a several acre green area near downtown Severan, we were crossing the park diagonally when a couple of guys in jeans and concert t-shirts ran onto the path in front of us, knocking me on my ass.

"Hey faggot," one of them yelled. He was heavyset with a blond beard and a pot belly. "You get your thrills showing off your ass to the women and children in the park?"

Another guy, thinner but more muscular than the first pushed me and I stumbled off the path. "We don't need your kind around here." He had brown hair.

A third guy, with a flat face like a pug, was cheering them on. "Get him guys," he called. "Let's kick his ass to teach him a lesson."

I scrambled to my feet. Nico had fallen off my shoulders and was brushing himself off. He was visible now and standing next to me. Some other guys from the same ramada were heading in our direction. "I don't want to fight you guys, but I will if you make me," I said.

"Don't forget me," Nico said, looking small and inoffensive to mundane eyes.

"This is a good town," Pug-face said. "And we don't need any college faggots coming here and flashing your dirty butts in everyone's face."

"A God-fearing town!" Blond-beard added.

"We're going to clean this town up," Brown-hair snarled.

Nico strode toward them and said, "My friend doesn't want to fight you, but I do. Is it your intention to stand around looking stupid all day, or do you need to get home in time to fuck your mothers?"

Shit! I thought. Nico's leaving them no chance to back down.

Pug-face took a wild swing at Nico, who nimbly dodged aside and delivered three open handed slaps to the man's face. He was toying with these guys, but I was nervous because three of the other five guys coming our way had baseball bats. Then all hell broke loose.

I engaged with Brown-hair, exchanging punches. He was muscular, but I was stronger. It soon became apparent, however, that he was a better fighter. Blond-beard ignored Nico and went for me as well. It may have been logical on his part, but he was making a serious mistake. Nico grabbed his arm as he moved past and sank his fingernails into the flesh. The man turned around took a punch at the smaller blond guy. Nico let him punch him in the face, but it had little effect, then Nico returned the favor and there was the sound of both the upper and lower jaw breaking.

Brown-hair landed a good punch on my stomach, and I felt the air forced out of my lungs. Meanwhile, Pug-face grabbed Nico around the neck, and Nico ripped deep into his arms with his nails, cutting the flesh like eight razors. Pug-face screamed and let Nico go.

I managed to get my arms around Brown-hair. Since I was bigger and more muscular, I managed to overbear him to the ground. Now I had the advantage due to my size and strength. He managed to land some punches, but they lacked leverage and were weak. I was slamming his head against the ground, but we were on the grass not the pavement.

One of the guys with a bat struck me hard against the back. I was lucky he'd missed my head. The other two went for Nico. Despite his smaller size, they'd finally realized that he was the more dangerous of the two of us. One of them hit him in the side with his bat, and the other went for Nico's head. But Nico was fast; he grabbed the first bat with one hand and pulled it out the man's grip. He reversed it quickly and slammed the man he'd taken it from in the jaw, shattering bone.

I took another hit from the bat, and one of the unarmed guys pulled me off Brown-hair. The tide had turned, and I was losing. Now I was on the ground and that bat descended in a two-handed overhead swing right toward my face. I managed to grab it, but now my hands were occupied, and I couldn't block any other blows. The other two started kicking me.

Nico parried a blow from a bat using his own bat, then seized the one he'd parried and grabbed it out of his attacker's grasp. With a bat in each hand, he laid into his assailants. He hit one man in the side of the head and sent him reeling unconscious to the ground, then hammered another in the nuts, just before striking the last man in the side of the knee, dislocating it, and sending the man screaming to the ground.

I held onto the bat that I'd grabbed with all my strength, while the other men were kicking me. I took a kick to the nuts and another to the side of my ribs. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last, but then Nico let loose a flurry of blows with his two bats that sent the guy I was wrestling with to the ground. Now it was two against two, and I had a bat. I was striking from the ground, but Nico was on his feet and had two bats, and his skill was unmatched in this park.

Soon they were all down and Nico was checking their wrists. He found three of them with X22:18 tattooed on them. We were beginning to draw a crowd, so Nico savagely yanked a handful of hair out of the heads of the three with the tattoos, tied them into loose bunches and put them in his pocket. "Let's go," he said, pulling me towards a large oak tree. We crouched behind it, keeping it between us and the crowd.

Nico closed his eyes for a moment, then put a hand on the tree before singing a quick song. "Close your eyes," he commanded. I did and I felt him push me forward. I didn't hit the tree; I fell onto the ground. Nico was behind me, saying "Open your eyes."

I saw that he was standing, and I was on the ground in front of a large oak, but not the same oak as before. We were in the woods on the far side of campus, near the Arcadia trailhead. We walked onto campus, stopping for a quick shower in the rec center before heading to the Student Union.

"We have to be seen by as many people as possible as soon as possible," Nico said.

"Why, Master," I asked.

"So, when the police ask, they will know that we were here, not downtown," he replied. "A solid alibi."

Nico and I talked to some people he knew. Then we took a selfie with the clock behind us, and he posted it to his social media accounts with the words, "This boy belongs to me".

Then he handed me my phone and said, "Your brother Edward has been a pest. Agree with whatever he says unless it contradicts one of my orders. I'm going to deal with him soon."

"Yes Dom," I replied. I felt like it was less weird calling him Dom when we were in public because it sounded more like a name than Master did.

Master sat down in a chair, then snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor by his feet. Despite being in public I immediately knelt in front of him with my knees spread and my hands behind my back. I couldn't see anything but my master sitting in front of me, but I imagined that everyone was looking at me. After several minutes of this, Master pulled out his student card (at our school, this card can be used to pay for things on campus, as if it were a debit card).

He said, "Take my card and the gym bag, go into the bathroom, and put your jock, shoes, and t-shirt in the bag. On the way back, stop at the vending machine and buy me a coke. You can get yourself a bottled water."

I hurried to comply. This would make twice today that I was allowed to drink something other than piss. I was so grateful for this small mercy that I felt tears at the corners of my eyes. When I came back with the drinks, I could see my hard cock tenting the shorts in the front. Master took his card and both the soda and the water. I resumed kneeling in front of him.

"If you need a drink of water," Master said, "Say `Please Master, may I have a drink of water'. I may say yes, or I may say no, but you need to ask me."

"Yes Master," I said. My ears were burning with embarrassment, but I knew that he wanted me calling him "Master" in public now.

Several minutes went by and then a guy sat down in the chair next to my master. I glanced up at him and saw that he was darkly handsome, with a goatee, light brown skin, and dark brown piercing eyes. His hair was feathered and styled so that it almost looked like real feathers. He was tall compared to Master, but shorter and slenderer than me.

"Excuse me," he said to my master. "My name is David Campos." He had a faint Caribbean accent and pronounced his name da-VEED.

Master looked up from his phone and said, "I'm Domenic Chase. I noticed you were eyeing my slave."

"Your slave," David said, "is a fine-looking specimen. You have him on display, so I assume you don't mind me looking at him."

Master smiled and said, "Looking is free."

"What about touching?" David asked. Of course, no one was asking me what I wanted, and my traitorous cock was pushing hard against the leg of my shorts, threatening to peak out. The humiliation of the scene was turning me on something fierce.

"Touching what is visible is no charge," Master said.

David leaned forward and ran a finger down my chest. Then he ran both hands down my arms. "What about touching what is covered?" he asked.

Master smiled devilishly at me as he responded. "He is a whore," he said. "I charge $50 for a blowjob, $75 to fuck him or $100 for both."

David sighed. "It's too bad that I'm short on money right now, some bitch threw my cellphone in the pool earlier and I am going to have to replace it this month."

Master seemed sympathetic. "I can let you try him out for no money today, if you are willing to owe me a favor and you are willing to let someone film you."

David's eyes lit up. I couldn't interrupt to warn him about the dangers of owing a favor to my master. "I'll do it," he said.

"You have to say the words, David," my master said. "Say `I promise to fulfill one favor asked of me by Domenic Chase and to allow myself to be filmed using the slave in exchange for being allowed to use his slave for one hour this afternoon."

David said the words exactly, then Master called someone. I knew it was Matt from the half of the conversation I heard.

"Good afternoon to you, too. I think we may be able to make that video you wanted after all, if you can plan it for it this afternoon."

"Four o'clock would be fine."

"Your room would be better, unless your roommate will be there to object."

"Really? That sounds interesting indeed. But I have only one free man. I don't think he can handle two slaves."

"Who will film it then?"

"And he's trustworthy?"

"Excellent, we'll see you then."

My worst fears were confirmed when I heard Master give out Matt's dorm address. David looked excited.

Master looked at him and said, "We're going to be making a video, and it will be posted online. We can give you a mask if you want, but I think it would be a shame to cover a handsome face like yours."

David was grinning like he'd won the lottery, but I knew that Matt would have him on that website without a mask, and who knew what favor Master would require of him. If he didn't watch out, he'd end up being a slave to my master as well.

When we got to Matt's room, I noticed that Daniel, the stocky guy with the light brown hair and goatee from the nerd squad, was there and so was Matt's roommate, the big blond jock named Christopher Thomson. Matt introduced his roommate as "Chrissy".

Once introductions were made, Matt explained the video he had planned.

"The set-up for this video is that two hot jocks, Kyle and Chrissy here are making out in Chrissy's room after practice. But the jocks are both bottom bitches so they can't get satisfied until Chrissy's roommate comes home with a friend of his, David. Then the two men use the jock bitches until they're satisfied. Daniel will be filming, and I will be starring as well as writing the script. Most of the dialogue will be adlibbed. The two real men will say things to demean the bitches and the bitches will praise the men for their big cocks and skill at fucking."

Then Daniel brought out release forms for us all to sign. I didn't have a choice, but I was surprised at how quickly the others signed. I noticed that I was being paid $1 for making the movie. David was being paid $100. I later found out that Chrissy was being paid the same as me.

In the first scene, Chrissy and I came into the room wearing athletic shorts and t-shirts. I borrowed some from Chrissy, who was about my size. We were making out as we came through the door, then we fell on the bed and kept kissing. Our lines were stupid, but we said them anyway.

"I want you to fuck me, Chrissy," I said.

Then Chrissy blushed and pulled down his shorts and jock, revealing a very hard, but very small penis. I'd known it was small from our last encounter, but I didn't know how small. "My penis is too small to fuck anyone," he said. Then he grabbed a ruler and measured it while Daniel got a closeup shot. It was only three and a quarter inch long. It looked small, even though he had no pubes. "But you could fuck me, Kyle!"

I shook my head and said, "I don't like to fuck. I only like to get fucked."

Chrissy jumped up, and exclaimed, "I have an idea!"

He ran to one of the chests of drawers and pulled out a big double headed dildo and a bottle of lube. "With this we can both get fucked!" he said with a goofy smile on his face.

Chrissy lubed both ends of the dildo and we lay on our backs and worked it inside us. We couldn't really fuck ourselves on the dildo this way; we just moved our butts around a little, but Daniel wanted to catch our hard but hairless cocks in the shot.

We were both moaning under Daniel's Direction when Matt and David came through the door. (They'd slipped out during a closeup of our cocks). Matt was saying, "I'm just hoping that my roommate Chrissy isn't fagging out on my bed again."

They looked over at us and gave looks of surprise. "Chrissy! Haven't I told you that small-dicked faggots like you only get to cum with the permission of a real man?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Chrissy said. "My pussy felt so empty that I had to have something in it, and Kyle said that he never fucked; he only gets fucked."

"See what I mean David?" Matt said. "This bitch is always horny. He begged me to fuck him, and that's why I had him shave off his body hair. A bitch like him doesn't deserve hair like a man."

David really seemed to get into his role. "Damn Kyle! I had no idea you were such a bitch," he said. "Wait until the team finds out."

"Don't tell the team please, sir," I begged. It wasn't hard to adlib lines like these. "I'll do anything you want."

David was grinning. "I won't tell, if you agree to be my slave," he said.

"Yes master!" I exclaimed. My cock leaked a little precum at that exclamation.

Daniel had gotten it on video. "Your slave clit sure likes the idea!" David exclaimed, touching the pool of precum on my abdomen.

Then he snapped his fingers like he'd seen Master do and pointed to the ground in front of him. I pulled myself off the double dildo and knelt in front of him with hands behind my head and back straight, knees wide apart.

Matt seemed annoyed at being outdone, so he slapped Chrissy across the face (after getting Daniel's attention, of course) and then said, "Are you ready to be my slave now Chrissy?"

The tall blond jock seemed unsure, but finally answered, "Yes Master."

Soon, he was kneeling beside me. Matt tried to keep control over the video, but he was being outshone by David who seemed more natural on camera. He was much more handsome than Matt as well. The scene continued, with Chrissy and I slowly pulling down Matt and David's pants and underwear. Even David was impressed when he saw Matt's giant cock. It was ten or eleven inches long and about three and half inches thick. I knew it was a monster because I'd had it inside me before. David was eight inches, but he seemed small compared to Matt.

That didn't stop him from undercutting Matt on the video. He preempted Matt's lines by speaking for both the masters. "What are you two jock bitches waiting for? Get your mouths on your masters' cocks."

Matt was left standing silent or playing second fiddle to David. It was David who ordered us to get our tongues inside our masters' hole. I had to say that I was getting into this scene, and I found David to be incredibly hot. When I got a look at his hairy brown hole, my mouth started to water, and when I smelled it, I almost shot a load. David wasn't dirty or unhygienic in any way, but his ass had a strong musky smell like nothing I'd encountered before. His body odor was ... masculine was the only word I could use to describe it. There was an animalist musk that was driving me wild.

I'd eaten Master's ass before, but never voluntarily. I think I would have wanted to get my tongue inside of David even if I hadn't been ordered to do it. I licked the outside and found that it relaxed without much effort on my part, allowing my tongue to dip inside. I was getting into my slave mindset, where everything goes away except for my submission, and it was like my tongue was the center of my being and the taste of David's ass was the best thing I'd ever experienced. I didn't notice the point when my cock started leaking cum instead of precum.

When we'd eaten our masters' asses for long enough, David said. "Get up on the bed, slave bitches, and present your asses for fucking."

Chrissy and I climbed up onto our knees, side by side, and pushed our shoulders to the mattress. The men got behind us pushed their well-lubed cocks into us. Chrissy was moaning because Matt was so big around, but I was moaning from pleasure. David's cock was big enough to make me feel full, and he knew what to do with it. I was moaning and groaning and shoving my ass back against his cock, yelling, "Take me Master! Your cock is stretching my hole and you are hitting that special faggot spot inside my ass. Your monster cock is fucking the cum right out of me."

I came up with some other choice phrases and added them along the way. When David finally came, he grabbed my hips and roared like a lion. I didn't orgasm, but I had cum so many times that the bed was coated in a puddle of it. David made me lick my own cum off the bed, then I knelt and cleaned his cock, while he ran his long fingers through my hair. I sucked him until he came again.

Matt and Chrissy came a few minutes after we did. It looked like Matt was about to end the scene, but David stepped in. "Bitch Kyle, lid down on the bed. Now Bitch Chrissy, straddle his head. Line up your ass with Kyle's mouth. Good. Now push your master's cum out into Kyle's mouth. And Kyle, don't you miss a drop."

I swallowed all Matt's cum as it dripped into my mouth from Chrissy's ass. Then Chrissy swallowed all David's cum as I forced it from my own ass. As a final scene, Chrissy and I knelt at our masters' feet and kowtowed before them, again as commanded by David.

"Damn! That was good," Daniel said. "It almost seemed like we were working from a real script. I can't wait to get this edited and online."

Matt still didn't seem happy, but when Daniel mentioned that it was the first long video they had and that it could increase revenue from the site by a lot, he cheered up. Then Daniel took some photos of David and insisted that "Master David" be added to the website. I couldn't tell if he was oblivious or he was trying to piss Matt off, either way Matt didn't look happy.

As I was getting dressed, I overheard David talking to my master, "I don't think so. You promised me an hour with your slave if I let myself be filmed taking him. I did that, and I'm still owed an hour. I want him to be in my dorm room from 7:00 PM to 8:00 PM tonight."

Master seemed to be thinking about it. "That wasn't the intent behind the agreement, but I think you're correct about the words," he said. "I'll send him to you."

 

We got back to Master's room and I stripped off my clothes and knelt on the floor in proper slave position. Master sat and stared at me.

"What is the place of a slave?" he asked. It wasn't the first time he'd asked this question.

"A slave is the property of his master," I said. "A slave must obey without hesitation and must learn to take pleasure in following the master's commands." I'd been reading online about slavery as a lifestyle.

"And why is a slave a slave, and not a free man," he asked.

"In my case Master, I was enslaved by you because of my crimes against your sodales," I said. "But a slave is inferior to all freeborn men and women once they become a slave."

Master was nodding his approval. "Do you truly believe that you are inferior to all free men and women?"

"Yes Master, I do," I said, "so long as I am a slave."

"That was a lesson I needed you to learn," Master said. "Since you have learned it, I will give you a few privileges. First, you have the privilege of drinking water now instead of piss, but you will still drink the piss of any man who asks you."

I was ready to cry with joy. I hated drinking piss all the time. "Thank you, Master," I said. "I will try to be worthy of this privilege."

He nodded regally at me. "I will also allow you the privilege of making your smoothies with water. And secondly, I will give you the privilege of eating one solid meal each day, so long as it is on the approved list. Anything with less than 800 calories and containing no added sugar should be acceptable."

I kowtowed before him three times, then kissed his feet. He smiled indulgently at me. "And because I am feeling particularly generous, I will allow you a boon during this date you are going on tonight. You may fuck someone, have your cock sucked or be masturbated once tonight during this period. Only one of them, and only once. But you can't ask for it or suggest it. If David decides to do it, you can let him do it once."

"Yes Master," I said, a little confused. Why would David want to suck my dick or have me fuck him? If didn't make sense to me, but I was grateful, nonetheless.

"We've reached a new point in your servitude," Master said. "Since one member of your family already knows about your slavery, I've decided to make it open. Everyone will soon know. Now go shower and get pretty for your date."

"Yes Master," I said.

Then I ran to the bathroom to get ready. Why did Master keep calling this hookup "a date"? I showered and cleaned my ass good with the anal douche bulb. Then I brushed my teeth. I wasn't allowed to wear deodorant, but I styled my hair to make it look good on top. It wasn't hard with this new haircut.

When I got back to the room, Buckwalder was laying out an outfit for me. There was no underwear, but the shorts were made of some very soft, very springy material. They were tight enough to show every muscle in my ass, and there was pouch in the front to hold my cock. It had a triple layer of cloth, but my dick was still visible through it. He had a muscle shirt of the same material that was cut just above my navel. The pants were dark green, almost black, but the shirt was lighter green. The waistband of the shorts and both the front and back of the shirt had the words, "Kyle Mason, Owned Jock Slave" embroidered in gold thread.

I thanked Buckwalder for his work and slipped on the black flips he'd laid out for me. Master ordered me to make my smoothie, so I had my liquid dinner. It was almost time to go, but I had a few minutes before I had to leave, so I checked myself out in the mirror. My God, I am primping for a date, I thought.

Master handed me my phone when it was time for me to go. "Treat your date well," he said. "Don't forget that he is superior to you because you are a slave, and that you are to make him feel good."

With a quick "Yes Master", I went across campus to David's dorm. He was in the new dorm that looked like a modern hotel with five floors. I got a few stares, probably since my outfit looked so gay, but no one said anything to me. He was on the second floor. Unlike our dorms, male and female students weren't divided by floor, but by wings, so he was 2^nd floor of wing A.

When David opened the door, he ushered me in right away. "My roommate will be out until 8:30, so we have time," he said.

Then he pulled me in for a kiss. I was four inches taller than him, so I had to bend down, but it was a nice kiss. "I told him that I had a sexy jock coming over. He wanted to stick around to get a look at you, but I told him we wanted privacy tonight. Now let's get on the bed, so we can kiss without you breaking your neck, you giant."

We climbed on the bed. Sitting down the difference between our heights wasn't quite so extreme, but it was still there, so David climbed onto my lap, facing me, so we could kiss. "Forget that you're a slave for a minute," he said. "Do you really want to be with me today?"

I didn't think about it very long before saying, "Yes sir, I do. I think you're really hot, and I like you. You were commanding today, which I really like, but you seemed to want me to feel good too."

"Good," he said. "The thought of owning a hot guy like you turns me on like nothing else, but you don't belong to me. If you did, I would dominate you enough to satisfy your most submissive desires, but you would always be satisfied sexually, and you'd be happy. I hope your master does this for you."

I couldn't say it aloud, but Master didn't make me feel satisfied and happy. I wondered what life would be like if I had a master who loved me and wanted me to be happy. I was getting so hard that I was poking his ass with my erection. I hoped he didn't get mad.

"I get obsessed easily," he said. "First it was this delicious little redhead in my art class. I tried to get him, but he was already taken, and he has a fag hag who threw my phone in the pool. But he was so dainty I would have eaten him up too quickly. Then I saw you. I like to be dominant in a relationship, and it never occurred to me that a big guy like you would submit, but your master is a tiny little thing."

We kissed a little more, with David getting ever more aggressive. He bit my lip, and my heart skipped a beat. "Stay away from that redhead, sir," I said. "His boyfriend is bad news, and it seems like every ... badass on campus is looking out for him."

I'd almost said "supernatural", but I'd been forbidden to speak of such things by Domenic, except to people who already knew.

"You mean the alchemist?" he asked. "I smelled the elixirs and regents on him when we met. He was carrying an arsenal of alchemical weapons."

"Then you know about ... all that stuff, sir," I asked.

"I do," he said. "I've seen your master change shape, so I know he's something else, too. And I'd have to be a fool not to know about all the werewolves. I watched them do their blood hunt end of last month, but they didn't see me."

"What are you, sir?" I asked.

"Can you tell me what your master is?" he replied, nibbling my ear.

"No sir, I can't give away any of the master's secrets," I replied grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling upward.

He lifted his arms so I could pull his shirt off, then said, "I can't tell you my secret either, or you'll for forced to tell your master.

"But let me tell you my plan for tonight. First we're going to make out a little. I plan to mark your flesh with hickeys to let your master know that I want you. Then I'm going to fuck you again now that I've got my strength back. Then I'm going to sit on your cock and you're going to cum inside me. I've cleaned up back there."

"You want me to fuck you sir?" I asked, a thrill in my voice. "I never thought ...."

He pulled my shirt off and licked my pierced nipple until I groaned. "Pants," he said. "Let's get naked now."

He jumped up and started working his pants down. His leg hair looked almost fluffy, it had so much body. And the hair on his head looked even more like feathers. He reminded me of a bird of prey, and I wanted him again. I pulled my shorts off and tossed them across the room.

"When I see a delicate little morsel like that redhead, or his little caramel-colored friend, I just want to take them hard and fast," he said, "but you're like a real man, despite being a submissive bitch (he said it with a smile, so I knew he was being playful), and I want everything with you. I want to fuck you and have you fuck me. I want to suck your cock and shove mine down your throat. I want all of you."

He brought it up, so I was able to say, "Master doesn't usually let me have orgasms from my dick. He said you could do one, and only one. You can suck me or give me a handjob, or I could fuck you. Only one of those, but you can fuck me, and I'll suck your cock until our time is up."

David said, "I knew he was playing with me. He knows what I want. If I get only one, you're going to fuck me. I don't clean up my playroom for nothing." He ground his hairy butt against my dick when he said that.

"I've never fucked a man before," I said.

He pushed me down flat on the bed. "Then I'm going to ride your cock until you cum, then you can eat your cum out of my ass and suck me off. If there's time, we make out later, but those three are non-negotiable."

"YES SIR!" I yelled. I even saluted him. I was going to fuck someone and still be the submissive in the relationship. It seemed like the best of both worlds to me.

He grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount on my hands. "I don't do this very often and your six inches won't go in easy unless you loosen me up, so go to town, Kyle."

He lifted his hips, and I slid my finger into his hairy crack. I worked the lube around the outside of his hole, pressing in on the ring each time. Gradually he loosened enough for the tip of my finger to get inside.

"Keep going, Kyle," he said with a look of determination in his eyes. "Get as much lube in there as you can. This one has a neutral flavor, not bad, but not awesome either. I don't like cinnamon or mint overwhelming the flavor of an ass if I'm going to eat it."

I worked more lube inside his ass, and I felt him relax. "This is faster than I thought it would be."

He traced his hard nails along my smooth chest and said, "I may not be as experienced a slut as you are, but I'm not a virgin either."

Then he poured lube on my dick. "We're going to run short on time," he explained. Then he pushed himself down on my cock, with the strangest pained expression on his face. I wondered if I looked like that when I took a cock. He didn't waste time, he pushed himself down until his hairy ass was resting on my hairless groin.

He started to rock back and forth, bouncing just a few inches, like he was afraid of bouncing off my dick. It felt amazing. I'd fucked pussy before, but it wasn't as tight and warm as David's ass. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. He confirmed it with his words. "I wanted to do this while we were filming, but it would have broken the theme."

He was clenching his ass muscles tight whenever he pulled up and relaxing them as he sat down on my cock. It was like his ass was an incredibly tight fist slowly masturbating me. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"I'm going to cum, sir," I said with a grimace.

"Do it, Kyle," he shrieked. "Sex with a woman doesn't count! I'm taking your virginity now. This is when you become a proud gay man!"

I came in his ass. Even with all the cum that had oozed out of me earlier, there was a lot. I hadn't had a real orgasm from someone touching my cock since I'd been enslaved. At that moment, I didn't feel like a slave. I felt like a powerful warrior, taking his man's ass for the first time. When I finished, David slid off me. He leaned forward and almost licked the head of my cock.

"Your master is a right royal bastard," he said. "He knew what I wanted somehow, and he set me up to break his rules. It's almost worth it, but not quite, not unless I knew what he was."

He moved to straddle my chest and put his dick to my lips. I leaned my head up and took his inside. His cock tasted good, like cum mixed with David's masculine musk. It didn't take long before he was shooting into my mouth, and I was swallowing it as fast as I could.

Then he smiled at me and slid up until my lips touched his swollen ass lips. I dove in and ate him again. The lube was distracting, with its faint medicinal flavor, but I could taste my cum and his ass. I grew hard again from the pure olfactory and flavorful experience. When he was squeaky clean, he cleaned me off with warm wash cloth, then lay atop me. We kissed until his alarm went off, then I dressed, and we kissed again at the door.

"I want you again, Kyle," he said. "And I'm going to get you. Maybe I'll try to get you for good, so you can be mine."

Reluctantly, I grabbed my flips and left the building. I ran across the campus, my heart racing in chest as I thought of my first time fucking a man. David was right. The half dozen times with girls didn't count. This was my first time, and I didn't want it to be my last.

I never noticed the raptor that flew overhead like a huge eagle, watching me as a I ran, nor the second raptor that joined it. They squawked at each other for a few moments, watching me go into the building, then flew back to the rooftop of the New Dorm. They changed shape and went into the building.

Master made no more demands of me that night. I fell onto my bed facedown and fell asleep. For the first time in my life, everything felt right.

 

College Magic Cycle Characters (Readers' Version)

This list includes all the named characters introduced in the story so far. The list may contain spoilers for the story you are reading. If you want to avoid the spoilers, don't read about new characters in this chapter.

Major Characters

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

·        Darren Groves. 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.

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

·        Drew Janowski. 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.

·        Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 140 pounds. Despite his small stature he likes weight training and is extremely muscular, although thin. Once he's affected by Alonzo's spell, he begins to gain height and weight. He has blond hair and ice blue eyes. He is a bit of a slob, but he's also very smart. He's a total top and ends up fucking his roommate Alonzo on their first day in the dorms. He and Alonzo are suitemates to Jason and Kieran. He's learning from Jason to expand his definition of what it means to be a top. Thanks to Alonzo's spell, his mind has been invaded by the cruel fictional character Einar Ironblood. He struggles between the two personalities. He's in love with Alonzo and wants him to his boy forever. He's not sure that Alonzo feels the same way.

·        Ethan Lowry. An 18-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 story will be told later.

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

·        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.

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

·        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 has no current boyfriend.

·        Simon Carter. 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.

·        Xav Janowski. 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.

 

Minor Characters

·        Aidan Stringer. A freshman staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man.

 

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

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

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

·        David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia.

·        Dawn Schiller. 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.

·        Edgar Krause. A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate.

·        Edward Mason. Kyle's 31-year-old brother.

·        Elijah Jackson. 24-year-old graduate student in history. He's 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighs 270 pounds of solid muscle. He has dark brown skin, strong African features, and medium length hair he wears in dreadlocks. He's a mage with a specialty in transmutation. He's also an advisor for student athletes. He was a wrestler as an undergraduate.

·        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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·        Marvin Lichtenberg. A junior mage who still lives in the dorm. He's the mage healer on campus and helps Clarissa with the Pagan Traditions club. He carries an obsidian dagger he uses as a focus for his spells.

·        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.

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

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He spends most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They are in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves.

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

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

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

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage, one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell.

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

·        Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years.

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

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

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

·        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. He's recently confessed to Kyle that he's gay and is afraid to come out of the closet.

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

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

·        Zeno Schiller. A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn.