Introduction

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This story is fantasy, a look at the mages in the College Magic Cycle. Alonzo, Erik, Jason and Kieran have their own storyline in Alchemy and Songcraft.

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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·        Since Alonzo warped reality in the tattooist's shop, reality has changed. Even memories of him now reflect the new reality. Only he remembers himself the way he was before the spell. Others see a five-foot four guy who weighs 120 lbs, with a hairless body and a tiny penis just under four inches long. In a similar vein, everyone remembers Erik as six foot five inches and 250 pounds of muscle. This may cause some cognitive dissonance when it comes to flashback scenes and references to the past.

·        It was hard to place this story. It logically follows both Wishcraft Chapter 9 and The Pack Chapter 5. Some of the scenes in this chapter refer to scenes coming up in next chapter of the The Pack.

·        Other Stories Not in College Magic

o   Jack and the Giant

o   Sacred Submissives

o   Bellus Cinaedus

o   Guardian Angel

 

Magery Chapter 1 (Sebastian's Tale)

This storyline deals with the mages in the College Magic Cycle and their stories. This first chapter deals with Sebastian Trent and his year at Severan College so far. It covers everything from before the beginning of the year to the formation of the Advisory Committee and acts in some ways as a summary of events to date.

Sebastian

When the plans for this year had first been laid, I didn't anticipate the problems we would face. I'd expected a different set of problems. Last year, I'd been one of Professor Thorne's assistants. She'd told us what to do and we'd enacted her plans. But Clarissa and I had convinced her to give us greater power the following year. In addition to our regular duties as Residential Advisors, we were given separate tasks. Mine was to liaison with the administration to make sure nothing interfered with our agenda, but I'd also been asked to liaison with the other magical communities, especially the versipelles since I was already friends with the pack leader Drew Janowski. Clarissa oversaw magical training for newly identified mages.

At the end of last year, I'd been given a list of the new students who had been tagged by the Conclave Education Committee as magically sensitive. We had reports from the Academy on those who'd studied there, but I had to scry the newcomers to see what kind of people they were. I had to look for previously unidentified mages. All the male supernatural students staying on campus would be assigned to my floor in the dorm. There weren't enough to fill all the rooms, so I was going to pull the LGBTQ students in to round out my numbers. That way I could look out for two groups of students who often faced difficulty in college.

We found enough unidentified mages so that only a few spots needed to be filled by mundane students. I knew that I had the support of Drew Janowski to keep an eye on the skinchangers, so I concerned myself mostly with the mages. Early in the summer I identified a few unidentified mages and few others I couldn't identify with certainty. I scried them over the summer to watch them and made my list for housing assignments.

Before school started I sat down with Mr. Aaron Blackwell, the Residence Director, to discuss the lists Clarissa and I had drawn up. Of course, he wasn't really interested in hearing my input, but he was interested in what was hiding beneath my jeans. He could barely keep his eyes off my ass or my butt. He wasn't a good-looking guy, but he wasn't repulsive either. He was in his forties, with a little bit of a dad gut, but otherwise he seemed in good shape He had most of his hair, except for a bald patch on the crown of his head, and it was mostly dark brown with some silvery gray around the temples.

I let him take the lead. If there was going to be any impropriety, he was going to start it, not me. I let him "seduce" me. Despite the pictures of his wife and kids on his desk, he came over to the small sofa in his office and sat next to me, putting one arm over the back of the couch, and letting the other rest against my thigh. As we went over my recommendations, he let his hand move up my leg toward my dick. I pretended not to notice and spread my legs a little farther apart. When his fingers brushed against my cock, I looked over at him and gave him a little smile, setting my paperwork down on the table and spreading my legs even farther.

Seeing that I wasn't resisting, Mr. Blackwell pressed harder against my cock. He may not have been someone I would have chosen to date, but he was eager. "Stand up," he said.

When I did, he unfastened the button at the waistband and unzipped my jeans. Then he buried his face in my crotch and started mouthing my cock through my briefs. I was hard in an instant. And that seemed to be the signal he was waiting for. He pulled my jeans down, along with my underwear and my hard cock flopped out. I was bigger than average, at six and half inches, but not big in an absolute sense. He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the head.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I said, my voice rising in pitch with each exclamation. "You are amazingly good at that, Mr. Blackwell."

He pulled off for a minute to say, "The advantage to being with an older man is that we have a lot more experience than the young guys."

He wasn't wrong. My knees were feeling weak as his mouth did things to my cock that I'd never felt before. I put my hands on his shoulders to support myself so I wouldn't fall over. He was surprisingly sturdy, not the sculpted musculature of a guy who spent a lot of time at the gym, but the kind of sturdiness that came from maturity. I was wondering what I'd been missing over the years.

I wasn't a lightweight; I was five foot ten inches tall and 155 pounds. He was an inch taller than me and probably weighed 180 pounds, but when pulled his mouth off my dick, he picked me up and laid me down on the carpet. Then he pulled my shoes off so he could take my pants and underwear. I looked up at him and realized that I was breathing heavily.

"Are you ready to cum, my young stud?" he asked, sinking to the ground between my legs swallowing me again.

"Yes sir!" I replied with eagerness. "You suck cock better than any of my friends." And it was true.

He hummed on my cock, and I exploded in his warm mouth. He sucked and licked the head of my cock while I was cumming, and I gasped, "Oh gods! You're the best fucking cocksucker in the world."

My shaft was pumping a steady stream of cum into his eager mouth and he was swallowing it all. When I finished, he licked the head of my cock some more then stood up and handed me my pants. "It seems we're out of time today. If you can meet me tomorrow, I can fit you in at the same time. Then we can talk some more."

I pulled my briefs and pants up, then picked up my papers. He rubbed my now soft cock with his hand and patted my butt. Then he kissed me on the lips, and I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. I knew what he was doing. He was going to lead me on while he got what he wanted, but he had no intention of making any of the changes I wanted.

The next day I did show up at the same time. I'd spent last night preparing a spell for today. If he was going to use his position to get what he wanted from me, I was going to use my talents to get what I wanted from him.

We had barely begun talking when he walked over to the door and flipped the lock. I hadn't seen him do that yesterday, but I was pretty sure he had. Then he walked over to me and took my papers, setting them on his desk. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. I was wearing a tweed jacket, which he pulled off and threw onto the couch. Then he loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. He leaned in and licked one of my nipples. I'll give Mr. Blackwell this. He knew what he was doing.

"Let's roleplay a little," he said as he undid my pants. "I'll call you son, and you call me dad."

"Sure, Dad," I said, kicking my shoes off my feet.

Mr. Blackwell pulled my jeans down and said, "Step out of your jeans, Son. Daddy wants to see how much you've grown since Christmas."

I stepped out of my jeans and Mr. Blackwell began to fondle my dick though my briefs. I was getting aroused from this scenario of his. "You're becoming a handsome young man, Nathan," he whispered as he kissed his was down my neck and then across my chest to my right nipple. He gave it a sharp nip with his teeth.

"That hurts, Daddy," I said, running my hands through his hair. I was wondering who Nathan was.

"I forget how sensitive young men are," he said, sinking to his knees.

I'd come prepared today in sexier briefs, the kind I usually wore on a date, with the wide waistband and the pouch to display my package. He mouthed my cock through the underwear for a few minutes. I said, "You always make me feel so good, Daddy. Not every dad does this for his son. I feel special knowing that you love me so much more than other daddies love their sons."

"That's right, Son," he said. "Don't let anyone know about this, especially your mother."

"No Dad," I said. "This will be just our secret."

I glanced over at the picture of his family on the table. His wife seemed nice enough, but my eyes were drawn to the boy with light brown hair and the brown eyes in the picture, the one who was only a few years younger than me. Damn! I thought. Mr. Blackwell was perving on his own son! I looked on the wall behind his desk and I saw the same young man, a few years older in an army uniform. I wondered if his son was the same age as me, but I was pretty sure his name was Nathan.

Mr. Blackwell pulled my briefs down and off me, leaving me naked. And he started to suck my dick. I used the ring on my finger as a focus instead of my wand because that would have been too difficult to hide while naked. Using the arcane circuitry of the ring and the allowing the magical energy to resonate with the crystals in its setting took me more time than using a wand, but I'd mastered this implement just for this purpose.

I stroked the ring with my thumb and chanted, "Semen meum incantamentum obsignet et animus tuus animo meo cohaereat. Semen meum incantamentum obsignet et animus tuus mihi serviat. Semen meum incantamentum obsignet et desideria mea sententias tuas superent. Semen meum incantamentum obsignet et vires meae vires tuas constringant. Semen meum incantamentum obsignet et ego dominus sim tui servo."

He didn't once stop his expert sucking of my cock as I chanted. I'd kept it low and he may not have understood any of my words. I felt my shaft filling with cum. I continued to repeat "semen meum incantamentum obsignet" until my cock contracted and shot my seed deep into his throat. He continued sucking until he'd drawn the last drops out of my cock.

"You taste so good, Son," he said.

"And no one sucks a cock better than you, Dad," I replied.

I would let him keep playing his fantasy. It didn't matter to me. Now he was my willing servant, and he would serve my needs above his own. "Let's go over those changes to the residency lists now," I said.

"I have a meeting in few minutes in ten minutes," he said. "I can tell them I can't make it, if we need to."

"That's okay," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Stop by my room before you go home tonight, and I'll tell you what changes you have to make."

I pointed to the pictures on his table and on the wall. "Are these your family members?" I asked.

"This is my wife Jeanette," he said, pointing to the woman. "And these are my sons, Nathan and James." He pointed to the one in the army uniform, and then at a smaller, slighter boy with dark hair and pale skin. He looked like a goth boy.

"Are you having sex with the boys?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"But you wanted to, didn't you?" I pushed on.

"I've always fantasized about having sex with Nathan," he admitted, incapable of refusing me anything now. "He's masculine like you. James is a handsome young man, but he's too soft and ... well, he's too gay."

"How old are they?" I asked, getting curious now.

"Nathan is twenty-four this year, and James is 18," he said. "Nathan is in the Middle East, and James will be coming here next year." I was right about Nathan. He was a year older than me. But James was more my type. He was five years younger than me, and I liked them to be a little softer.

"Is James out of the closet yet?" I asked.

He shook his head. "His mother is in denial, but I figured it out when he was in middle school. His best friend Zack knows."

I was done with Mr. Blackwell then, so I left. The spell I'd put on him made him my willing servant, and he'd continue to be so unless he went more than a month without tasting my seed. I'd have to make sure that never happened. I needed him and his resources to my job properly.

That summer, right after graduation, I stayed in the dorm. I'd gotten Mr. Blackwell to use my dorm as one of the summer dorms so I could stay there over the summer. With no one around but Clarissa and I, and a bunch of summer students, there was plenty of opportunities to scry. I touched on the known quantities: Micah Blume, Cameron Campbell, Oliver Rankin, Jason Lee, and the others from the Academy. Then I scried those like Simon Carter who had no magical talent but came from magical families. I checked them all, but I focused on the cute boys. Before moving to select the gay boys to round out the numbers, I checked the enigmas. The two enigmas that stood out were Alonzo Ramos and Kieran Morgan. Alonzo was a Mexican American gay boy from El Paso. His aura looked strange, like a light hidden under a thick blanket. I tried watching him for a while, but he was staying with a relative whose house was warded against scrying. Kieran was just as enigmatic. Sometimes his aura looked magically active, and other times it didn't. And it never did when I looked at it head on it.

I spent a lot of time looking at these two. I called it work, but it was mostly for my own enjoyment. I watched Kieran hunker down emotionally inside himself every time someone else was in the room. It was almost like he was disappearing. It was at those times that I was almost sure I saw a flicker of magical energy in his aura. I saw him watching his friends out of the corner of his eye and looking away whenever they looked at him. A lesser seer wouldn't have been able to do it, but I did a deeper examination of his aura over the hundreds of miles that lay between us, and I saw how gay he was and how submissive inside, but I couldn't see any evidence that his aura was interacting with the numinous web in the background in a consistent way. I did watch him masturbating a lot. But he was never with another guy, although I began to suspect that both his younger cousin Dylan and his friend Steve would have loved to be with him.

In the end I decided to keep him on my floor. I'd treat him as a sweet little gay boy until I could figure him out. Since he was super submissive, I was going to put him in Jason's room. They should get along well. I'd heard about Jason from my cousin Adrian who'd been at the Academy with him. Jason had been extremely dominant in his relationships. My cousin would have been a perfect match for him if Adrian weren't mostly into women. Instead, he'd fallen hard for Jason Aunt professor Dicanzio and was now with her as part of her male harem.

Alonzo was the one whom I watched the most. I couldn't see him naked in his bedroom, but I loved watching him dance down the street, and I could watch him on his aunt's deck behind her house, lounging on a patio recliner. One day when she was out he had a visitor come over, a sexy guy in his mid-twenties with a priest's collar. They were chatting about the church. It appeared that Alonzo's aunt wasn't taking him to church since he'd come to live with her.

"The choir misses you, Alonzo," the young priest said. Then he put his hand on Alonzo's cheek and added, "I miss you in my office after practice."

Alonzo rubbed his face against the priest's hand, and the priest ran his fingers along Alonzo's lips. The boy opened his mouth and licked the priest's fingers with his tongue. Breathing heavily, the priest slipped three fingers inside the boy's mouth. I should have stopped scrying at that point, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I let my hand slide down to my dick and I started rubbing.

Alonzo's hands moved over to the priest's belt and opened it. "Does little Lonnie need his pacifier?" the priest asked, pulling his fingers out of the boy's mouth.

"Yes father Mendez," he said, batting his long eyelashes. "I need it bad."

The priest opened his pants and let them drop, then he slid his boxers down to his ankles. An erection of respectable length popped out and Alonzo opened his mouth wide and swallowed it down. "Chupa me la pinga," the priest said as he slowly stroked Alonzo's face. "Bebe mi leche a traves de mi verga, mi guapito."

The priest whispered in English, "Show me your sweet little body, baby."

Alonzo didn't stop sucking the priest's cock, but he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, leaving his hairless chest exposed. Then he undid his belt and slid his pants down over his rounded butt and kicked his legs until his pants came off, leaving him completely naked.

As Alonzo sucked Father Mendez's cock, I felt myself getting stiffer. I opened my pants so I could stroke it. Alonzo was moaning with pleasure and the priest was gasping in ecstasy. I was getting close myself.

"You are such a sexy little bitch, Alonzo," the priest said. "You're like a work of art ... and you've got me so close I can't hold it anymore."

Alonzo doubled his enthusiasm and grabbed the priest's scrotum with one hand and gently massaged is his testicles. His other arm slid around his waist and pulled him closer. The priest's body tensed, and his face turned red. "I'm cumming, boy!" he yelled. "I'm going to shoot my seed right down your throat."

He spasmed a little and he pulled Alonzo's face against his groin. He gasped in pleasure. When he'd sucked the last of the priest's seed out of his cock, he lay back and sighed. His pretty tongue licked the last drop of cum off his lip then he batted his eyelashes and bite his lip, the very image of seductive innocence.

I was so close that I was going to cum at any minute. I needed just one more thing to push me over the edge. Then he did it. Alonzo looked at the priest with that sexy smile of his and lifted his tiny, hairless cock. "Bless me father, for I have sinned. I've been a bad, bad boy."

I shot my load at the look on his face. I barely heard the priest try not to laugh as he said, "I told you not to do that Alonzo. Don't degrade the sacraments."

But he knelt beside the recliner and took Alonzo's cock in his mouth. As the priest groaned in pleasure, Alonzo whispered, "This is our sacrament."

I watched him a lot after that, but I never saw him having sex again. It was just him dancing in public, singing along with some street buskers in the park and interacting with people in town. He never stopped smiling and laughing, and everyone seemed to like him, even the guys I thought would be put off by his open exuberance. He seemed to love life so much, and to never lose his joy. It may have been watching Alonzo so much that made me miss important details like Kyle Mason's violent streak.

 

It took me all summer to make decisions about room assignments. There was a summer program sponsored by a church group that taught young college students how to avoid the temptations of liberal brainwashing while attending college. They used the empty rooms in our dorm for the two weeks they were in session. I put Kieran Morgan in a room by himself, the same room that I would put Jason Lee in when he got here. The insider information on him I had from my cousin of Adrian was that he was intelligent, serious, and talented. And he was very confident in his sexuality. Maybe he could help Kieran come out of the closet.

And that's how I wasted my time most of the summer, trying to match up the gay boys with people I thought they'd get along with them. Clarissa told me that I was spending too much time playing matchmaker, and that she refused to do it for the girls. If I'd looked closer at Kyle, I may have seen the danger signs; instead, I just saw how much Simon liked jocks, so I put them together.

It was mid-June when I finally met James Blackwell. He'd come to spend the day on campus. I didn't meet him until my morning meeting with his father. James looked smaller than he was because he was so thin. He was really two inches taller than me but must have weighed no more than 140 pounds. He was dressed in a black long-sleeved t-shirt with the name of a band I didn't know, and tight black skinny jeans. His hair was dark brown, but he dyed it black. His skin wasn't pale, it just looked pale compared to his black hair. His nose was a little too long and he wore a lot of black eyeliner, which matched his black lipstick. His ears were pierced with thick gauges in his ears and three smaller rings through the cartilage. He had another piercing in his left eyebrow, one in his right nostril, a small stud through his lower lip and a bar through his tongue. He'd changed since that picture in his dad's office.

I shouldn't have found him attractive, but I found his appearance interesting. Maybe I was fancying a little strange and James was about as strange as I'd seen – and I'd been to a fey party in Central Park. When I offered to show James around campus, Mr. Blackwell had to encourage him to go with me. The spell made him always work to my desires. James seemed perpetually unimpressed with everything, like it was a lifestyle choice. I showed him the Student Union, and the Old Severan House, a stone building that dated from the college's founding back in the early 19^th century. Originally, it was the entire college, but these days it was an art gallery and held the fanciest dining establishment on campus. I showed him the art collection and the gardens in the back, but I didn't show him the secret room in the basement that held the oldest teleportation circle west of the Appalachians, predating the one in Los Angeles by six years.

He didn't seem the type to enjoy a walk in the woods, so I took him to see my dorm building. It wasn't that impressive, but I wanted to show him the types of rooms we had. I kept looking for something that interested him that I could use to start a conversation so I could get closer to him. Nothing seemed to work. I invited him back to my room for a drink, and that's when he surprised me.

"So, the campus is cool and all, but I have to ask whether Dad's fucking you or just sucking your dick," he said. "Don't look surprised. Nathan was too naive to catch on, but Dad sucked off a lot of my brother's friends. He's got some sort of evil dad moves because he's usually end up fucking them too."

I didn't know what to say at first, then I shrugged. "He sucks my dick. I'm not sure if I'll let him fuck me. I prefer to top, but I can be versatile."

"Good," he said, kicking off his shoes. "I like to fuck, especially straightedge guys like you. And this nerdy professor thing you've got going on, it's working for me."

"This is moving pretty fast," I said, surprised by the turn of events.

"Dude, you've been looking at me since we met," he said. "Are we going to fuck, or what?"

"Sure," I said. "What do you want to do?"

He pulled off his shirt, showing his skinny chest. It was shaved smooth, and he had tattoos and piercings. His arms had sleeves and his chest was dominated by a winged serpent in brilliant colors. His nipples were pierced by shiny bars. "First thing first," he said. "We get naked, then I fuck your ass. I'm flexible, so I'll suck your cock while I'm pounding you."

It was strangely arousing to have this skinny nineteen-year-old bossing me around. He was only five years younger than me, but it seemed odd to have him taking charge. I started stripping my clothes off, figuring why not. I'd planned on fucking him, and I assumed I could still make that happen. Then he pulled his skinny jeans down. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock was huge, at least nine inches and thicker than you'd expect on a guy that thin. And it was covered in a tattoo that made it look like a snake. He kept his pubic area shaved as well, probably to show off the tattoos. Above the snake there was a line of stars.

He saw me staring and laughed. "Yeah. You aren't alone. Every guy who sees it wants to feel it. You can touch it, but only once you're naked."

I felt compelled to touch it. The compulsion was so strong that I shifted my vision so I could perceive magical auras. There were no active spells I could see. He was just charismatic when he turned it on, and that oversized dick of his was attractive in its own right. I pulled my clothes off as fast as I could, and he came up to me and said, "Touch it. You know you want to."

I'd never considered myself one of those guys who goes crazy over big cocks, but there was something about that big dick on James's slender frame that seemed incongruous to me. I took it in my hand, and it stirred to life. I felt James's hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. I didn't resist; I dropped to my knees and stroked his cock until it swelled to full size and stiffness.

"Kiss it," James said, with a smirk. "Kiss it to show it how much you want it inside you."

I kissed the head of his dick, and it jumped a little in my hand. I licked the head and opened my mouth to swallow it. Even stretching my lips, it wasn't easy to get inside my mouth. I felt James's hands running through my hair and playing with my ears. I managed to get about half his cock inside my mouth but then I began coughing up thick phlegm.

He pulled out. "I don't want to get too slippery for the condom to stay on."

I didn't worry about condoms, not because I was careless, but because the Serapis medallion I wore protected me from mundane diseases and poisons. Most mages received one as a gift shortly after being born and wore it from then on. Only a few diseases and poisons of a magical nature could get through the protection of the amulet.

He pulled a condom out of his wallet, and I took the chance to go to the bathroom. I used my ring to focus my spell because my wand was with my pants, and I chanted a quick cleansing spell I knew. It was designed to be altered on the fly to include specifics. I made sure to both clean and lubricate my butt. Then I came back into the room as James was finished rolling the condom down his nine-inch cock.

"Are you ready to feel the snake inside you?" he asked, waving his cock around.

"I'm ready to try," I said. "It's bigger than anything I've ever had in me, so it may not be so easy."

He motioned me over to the bed and put me on my back. "You do kind of look like my brother Nathan," he said. "This is going to be hot as fuck."

His fingers found their way to my ass and slid inside. "Good thing you got lubed up because this viper is going to stretch you out. Damn! You're as tight as Nate was."

Now I was intrigued. Mr. Blackwell had the hots for his older son, but it sounded like the younger son had actually fucked him. "Did you do this with your brother?" I asked as his fingers worked their way into my butt and found my prostate.

He pressed gently on my prostate with his long fingers, making my cock jump and spurt. "My brother Nate looks like the All-American boy, but when no one was looking he turned into a total slut for my cock. I fucked him every day for the last three years. I had to gag him with my underwear to keep him from moaning so loud our parents came to see what was up. You know why he didn't come here to school, despite the discount on tuition from Dad's job? It's because he wanted to be able to get fucked a second time in the afternoon when I got out of high school. He's in the Middle East right now, and he's probably getting fucked by all his men. I did that to him. I was the first one to fuck him and he turned into a moaning bottom bitch the first time he felt my fifteen-year-old cock slide inside him."

Merlin's wand! He was getting me hot talking about fucking his older brother. He and his dad both seemed to think that I looked like Nathan Blackwell. Did that make what we were doing incest by proxy?

All my musings ceased when he pulled his fingers out of my ass and lifted my hips to shove a pillow under them. I felt the head of his cock pressing on my ring. I breathed deeply and did a relaxation mantra in my head, then I felt him pushing inside.

"That is blasted huge!" I shouted.

"There's more to come," he said, laughing. He grabbed his underwear and shoved the pouch into my mouth. "Now you look even more like Nate, and none of your neighbors will know that I'm fucking you like a bitch in here."

I could taste him in the pouch of his underwear. It made me feel ... subservient, passive, or submissive. It wasn't a feeling I was used to. I held a top rating in enchantment as well as divination, so I was, if anything, too domineering, too used to exerting my own charisma on others. It felt refreshing to let it go and just do what this nineteen-year-old wanted.

He pushed in slowly but relentlessly. I had relaxed the muscles, so it didn't really hurt; but it my ass felt fuller than it had ever felt before. Soon he was pressing against my inner sphincter, and I hoped that my relaxation chant had affected this one too. I was lucky. I felt the pressure, then felt him slide past it into my lower colon.

"Damn! You're a good fuck," James said. "Your ass isn't fighting me at all, but it's still tight."

I tried to say something in return, but my mouth was full of musky cotton. Once his groin was pressed against ass, he started to fuck me for real. He'd used his fingers to locate my prostate before we started and now he was hitting it every time. My cock was throbbing leaking all over my abdomen. I went to touch it, but he pulled my hands away.

"No need to touch your little bitch-clit," he said with a low voice. I can hold back my orgasm for hours, so I'm going to fuck you until you cum. Have you ever cum just from having your ass fucked before?"

I shook my head and tried to murmur "no" around the underwear in my mouth. He looked down at me and said, "You look like you're going to blow any minute. Don't worry. I'm still going to suck your cock, but I want to see if you can cum from getting your ass pounded first."

It didn't take long. The feeling of his big cock pressing against my prostate combined with his dirty talk and the feelings of submission I'd never felt before combined to push me over the edge. My shaft filled with cum and my balls pulled tight against my body, then I spewed all over myself. His cock was big compared to anything I'd ever had in my ass before. I mostly felt it in my sphincter as the ring clamped down hard on his cock. He joined me in orgasm, dropping his load deep inside me.

When he'd finished, he pulled out and began to lick the cum off my abdomen and chest, then he swallowed my whole sensitive cock into his mouth. His mouth was as talented as his cock. He sucked and massaged me with his tongue. He went from licking the head to swallowing me down his throat without a single gag or choke. My spent cock came back to life, and he sucked me to a second orgasm. This load he swallowed down his throat.

He pulled the condom of his cock, tied it off and tossed it in the trash. Then I took it in my mouth to clean it as best I could. I disliked the taste the condom had left on his cock, but I could still taste him as well. I had to clean the shaft by licking it, since I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth and still have enough room to lick it clean.

That was the only time I had sex with James Blackwell. Even when he came back as a freshman at the end of August, I seldom saw him and when I did, he just waved at me and let his hand slide across his cock. I will say that James's description of his brother's behavior made me check up on him a few times. I needed a silver mirror to scry him on the other side of the world, but I had one in my room. He did look a lot like me, except he was a lot more muscular, and his hair was shorter. He was a lieutenant in the US Army, and he was stationed somewhere in Afghanistan. I saw no evidence of the behavior his younger brother had mentioned, although he did seem to be friendly with the men under his command.

It took me a while to realize that there was something strange about the some of the scenes I was scrying. I would lose the image from time to time. It happened frequently enough that I knew it wasn't a fluke. Multiple times during each day and often at night as well, I would lose his image. It wasn't that something was ending my scrying spell. It was that the images went dark and cloudy. I knew what that meant. He was spending a lot of time around someone who was shielded from scrying. And when he was interacting with them, he was shielded too. This was someone he was working with during the day but was also seeing outside of work.

The most interesting scene from my perspective was the time when I was watching him get ready for bed. He'd washed himself thoroughly, even going so far as to use two soap covered fingers to clean himself out, like he was expecting company. He put on a jock and lay down on his bed. He was putting lube on his fingers and working them into his hole when there was a knock. He told whoever it was to come in, and then the image went cloudy. It wasn't my business who was fucking him, but I was curious. It was probably a mage, or maybe a face dancer.

The first week of school was mind-blowingly overwhelming. I was kept running from crisis to crisis. In one night, I had to deal with Kyle Mason raping Kieran Morgan and then beating the crap out of his roommate. If I'd watched him closer, I would have seen that he was a self-hating homophobe, but I hadn't been. I had to switch Simon and Nico's room assignments so that Nico could get control over Kyle, and then I had to convince Jason Lee not to kill Kyle or do anything permanent to him.

But that wasn't all. Little Alonzo Ramos turned out to be, not just an orphan mage, but a powerful one. Clarissa told me that he's taken a ritual circle away from her and drawn power from some other source to cast a powerful spell she couldn't identify. From that moment on, the boy shone like a beacon to my aura sight. It was only a few days later that I discovered that Alonzo had cast a powerful spell that trapped himself and his roommate into a pattern based on a hardcore pornography eBook with extreme sadism and torture. I never would have pegged little Alonzo as someone who fantasized about that kind of stuff.

We were still working through these crises when I found out that Nico had magically enslaved Kyle with a necklace of compliance he'd built as a senior project back in the Academy, and I'd been so distracted that I let him wriggle his way out of his oaths not to prey on foolish students while he was at Severan College. He went around me and secured a claim on Kyle as his legitimate target through the Conclave leaving me with no way to interfere. I had known Nico all my life, and I did love him like a brother, but he could be so damnably fey sometimes that he was hard to deal with.

But it didn't end there. A group of hunters had come onto campus and kidnapped one of our semi-mundane students and used him to lure the versipelles of the Severan Pack into an ambush. The skinchangers beat them and then killed them. Luckily for me, they disposed of the bodies where they'd never be found. But unluckily for all of us, they turned the semi-mundane student because he'd witnessed one of their sacred rituals. Now he was one of them.

The newly fledged member of the Severan Pack was none other than Simon Carter. He was semi-mundane, meaning he had no magical power, but he grew up around those who did. The name Carter didn't ring any alarm bells for me because the mageborn Carters were a family from South Carolina aligned with the most conservative mages in the Conclave, and they would barely acknowledge any mundane relatives. (They called them regressives or degenerates). But he wasn't part of that family. His mother Chrissy Carter had married Tina Wu of the Chicago Wu family, one of the most influential mageborn families in America, the first ethnically Chinese family in America to become members of the Conclave. They'd held a seat on the directorate council since 1882, and Tina Wu was a member of that family.

Still, no one had told Tina Wu that her son (the biological son of her wife Chrissy Carter) had been turned by a werewolf. I was probably going to have to be the one to do it, and I wasn't looking forward to it.

I tried to interfere with Nico's handling of Kyle Mason, but it didn't go over very well. He told me that I needed to check into his past before saying anything to him again, so I did. Scrying the past is easier done in person, but I had no choice but to attempt it from the college, but Nico gave me some of Kyle's hair to make the job easier. What I saw sickened me. There was no way I could have caught it on a simple scrying, but Kyle had a history of abusing gay guys and getting off on it. He hadn't crossed over into rape until he came to school, but he deserved to be punished for all the things he'd done. Of course, I wouldn't wish an unrestrained Nico on anyone.

Even before any of these crises could be resolved, Drew told me that we had a face dancer on campus. He gave me the information I needed to find him. The thing about face dancers was that they were hard to scry, and it was even harder to read their mind. I lay in wait for him outside of his English class. His special telepathic senses wouldn't work on me either because I'd put a spell of mental shielding up before going to look for him. Since he didn't have any prescience that I was coming, I was able to put my hand on his shoulder and say, "I need to talk to you, Oscar Quinlan. Will you come with me?"

He looked at me with a little apprehension on his face and looked like he was going to try and get away. I pulled my wand out and made a gesture around the two of us and said, "Oculi turbam nobis advertant!"

People seldom saw mages at work. Thanks to the velamen arcanum, their minds would substitute something they could comprehend. They may have seen me waving the wand around, but if questioned they would have sworn that it was a pencil, or something else innocuous. The spell I'd cast used the latent power of the velamen to affect the mundanes around us. Their eyes automatically turned away from us. It wasn't that they didn't see us, but they paid us no attention.

Oscar seemed to collapse in on himself. "It's not like I have a choice," he sighed.

I didn't want to risk a scene crossing campus. Since we were covered by the ocular aversion spell, I held him tightly and chanted the words to a teleport spell. I had an arcane circle woven into a carpet in my room for just such occasions. We disappeared from the lobby of the Language Building and reappeared on my carpet.

"Have a seat, Oscar," I said. "We need to talk."

He sat down and held his backpack on his lap like a shield. He kept his human disguise on while seated. He looked like a handsome young man with pale skin and dark curly hair. "I'm not going to hurt you, Oscar," I said. "I just need to talk with you a little so I can get some information."

He didn't look like he believed me, but he nodded his head in agreement. I tried to put him at ease right up front. "You have a right to attend this college, you know. No one is trying to throw you out."

I looked up his records in the system. I had admin access thanks to another minion of mine in the Bursars Office. "Have you always used the name Oscar Quinlan, or is there another Oscar Quinlan somewhere?"

He sighed. "What you want to know is whether I killed Oscar Quinlan and took his place. The answer is no. I didn't. I've been Oscar Quinlan since I was five years old. The real Oscar Quinlan died because of an automobile accident. His mother had been driving drunk and wrapped the car around a telephone pole, killing herself and her son. They survived long enough to get to the emergency room. They had no chance of survival, so my mother arranged for us to replace them. It was painful taking the form of someone wounded so bad and my mother had to lock me in that form to keep me from shifting out of it.

"We both gradually `healed' from our injuries. Everyone was amazed at our complete recovery. Anyway, I've lived as Oliver Rankin since that time, and I've never killed anyone. I was accepted to this school because I earned very good grades and earned enough scholarships to pay the tuition. I earned my place here."

I nodded while he was talking. I had no way to tell if he was being honest with me because truth spells were useless against face dancers. I would have to trust my instincts and hope he wasn't too good a liar. "I have no reason not to believe you," I said. "But the proper procedure would have been to check in with the mage authorities on campus to let us know you were here. The fey courts have signed the Concordium and have agreed to these rules. Does Domenic Chase know you're here?"

He shrugged. "My family doesn't pay much attention to the fey courts, so I didn't know I had to let anyone know. And Domenic is an elf. They don't much like our people. I'm not sure I would be safe if he knew I was here."

"Nico wouldn't hurt you. He's different from most elves, but if he makes you uncomfortable, I need you to come to me," I assured him.

"Yes sir," he said. "My mother and all her siblings say that we can't trust anyone outside our own tribe, but I do need to be able to talk to someone sometimes. I'm always being so careful not to reveal anything to anyone. I'll try to talk to you."

"That's a good first step," I said. "Would you like to change dorms so that you can be near other supernatural students?"

"Maybe," he replied, still sounding a little skeptical. "I'm half afraid that the werewolves are going to hunt me down because I almost drained too much energy from Simon, and I heard what they did to those who hurt their own. And then there's the vampire who prowls the campus at night."

Now he had my attention. "The pack isn't going after you," I replied. "I already spoke to Drew about it after he told me you were here. They don't count you as an enemy because Simon wasn't hurt, and he doesn't feel threatened by you. But I need to ask you about the vampire."

Oscar perked up a little. "He comes onto campus at night and looks for those who are out late. I've avoided him because a vampire's mind is different from a human. They're too hard to read. I've never seen him feed because I go the other way when I see him."

"You're sure that it's a vampire and not the Leanan Sidhe who lives in town but takes classes during the day?" I asked.

He gave a look that told me how little he thought of that idea. "I know the difference between the undead and a member of the fey courts," he said. "Besides, Leander spends most of his time in town. His prey come to him."

I took all that in and filed it away for later. "Okay Oscar," I said. "I'm going to change your room assignment here. I'll put you with a mundane or a mage. I am going to have to make sure that you can follow some rules. First, you can't drain someone down to dangerous levels. Second, if you make a mistake and someone gets hurt, you need to find me and let me know so I can take care of it. Third, you need to report to me occasionally so we can chat, unless you want to start reporting to Nico."

"I'll talk to you, sir," he said. "I don't want any trouble. I just want to get myself a good degree and then go find live my life in peace."

"Then we won't have any trouble, Oscar," I said. "I'll contact you about the move soon."

As he was leaving, I heaved a sigh. I tried to keep any hint of prejudice out of my thinking, but face dancers were among the trickiest of the fey. I couldn't tell for sure if he was lying, but he seemed honest enough. They were a type of psychic vampire who drained energy during sex, but they weren't undead. They assumed a form pleasing to their target and then seduced them. Oscar had already done it at least once in the last week. Nico wasn't going to like it. Face dancers were deceitful by nature and the elves considered truthfulness to be a virtue. When an elf tricked someone, they could rightfully say that the target should have seen it coming. Face dancers tricked people every day. The fey were a more fractious lot even than mages. At least I'd had a chance to examine his aura while we talked. I'd noticed a few things that seemed to indicate his true nature. If he weren't tricking me while we were talking, I may have seen some things to let me recognize a face dancer while shifted so long as I could see their aura.

Then Thursday rolled around, and things got hectic, as if they were calm before. Alonzo had promised me more than once that he would stop doing magic without training. I'd warned him that he could hurt himself. But as much as I loved that beautiful little twink, I wanted to strangle him. He cast three reality warping spells in rapid succession and almost killed himself. I had to push myself to the limit by scrying and teleporting at the same time, then casting a minor reality warping spell myself, a synchronicity spell that removed all obstacles from our path so we could get him back to the healers. We spent a long night transferring numinous energy into his depleted body. And all the time, all I could think of was how much I wanted to make him mine, but the more I talked to his roommate Erik, the more I realized that was never going to happen. They loved one another.

I was up almost all night, barely sleeping in an uncomfortable chair in Marvin's room. Then come morning I had to see Erik and Alonzo cuddling and making eyes at each other. It was almost a relief that Drew stopped by my room shortly after I got there and told me he was bringing me a problem, another unidentified student. He'd shown him to Xav first, and the spirit talker had said that the boy was part air spirit. I had tremendous respect for Xav, but I was going to have to investigate it first. I didn't like overusing magic to take the place of sleep or food, but I had no choice today. I took the refection potion Jason had prepared for me and I immediately felt invigorated.

When Drew showed up again he had the cutest little blond boy with him. He was about five and half feet tall and blond, with deep blue eyes. He was dressed in Simon's clothes. I could tell from the style. He looked sad and lost, and all I wanted to hug him.

I stood up and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I waved my wand and said, "Curo cutemque capillumque barbamque vestimentaque." I punctuated each que with a flick of the wand. Suddenly my face was cleaned, my hair was styled, my beard disappeared, and my clothes were freshened.

Ethan was staring in amazement. He was so cute and boyish that I chuckled and said, "You are familiar with werewolves and hunters, but you've never seen magic before?"

Ethan shook his head. "No. I haven't."

"Sit down," I said, gesturing to a desk chair. "Would you care for tea, coffee or juice this morning?"

"I'll have coffee if you have some ready," Drew said.

"Coffee," Ethan said, "if you have sugar and milk."

I decided to show off now that I could see his arcanum in his aura. I waved my wand and cups flew around the room. Carafes poured coffee and tea. A slice of lemon squeezed itself into the tea and settled before me just as a sugar cube flew into the cup. A french press pot poured a full cup of black coffee, then the cup slid in front of Drew. The pot then filled another cup to the two-thirds mark and a small pitcher of cream topped it up.

"Just say how many cubes," I said to Ethan as he was sitting wide-eyed. His cup of creamy coffee slid in front of him, and sugar cubes jumped in, one at a time.

"That's enough!" the boy said, as the third cube joined the cup.

I said, "Now Ethan, Drew has told me about you, at least what Xav was able to determine. I trust him, but I want to have Marvin examine you later to get his professional opinion. It sounds like you are what we mages call a sultator fulmineus or a fulminator. The first means "storm dancer" and the second "lightning thrower". It's a rare talent, but not unknown. Most likely, it means that you have an air spirit in your ancestry, possibly even as a parent. But it also means that you possess arcanum, or magical talent. It could have remained hidden all your life and you would never have known, but it's begun to manifest. This means that you'll need training.

"I'll probably get in trouble with my own superiors for telling you this, but there are two choices available to you for training here at this college. You can train with Xav. I'll be honest. He knows more about spirits and spirit-based magic than anyone I know. Or you can train with the magelings here on campus. Clarissa is a certified mage-educator, and she runs a class for beginners that meets twice a week. She can teach you how to work magic like you saw me doing a moment ago. Xav's magic would focus entirely on spirits, while our training wouldn't touch on it all."

"What if I don't want training?" he asked. "What if I want it all to go away?"

"That's not happening, Ethan," I replied. "Once awakened, your talent must be trained, or it can manifest from your subconscious and that would be bad."

"I don't know enough about any of this to make a decision," he said.

I took his hand in my own and said, "Ethan, you don't have to decide anything right now. I want you to meet with Xav tonight and with Clarissa tomorrow. Then you can make up your mind."

Ethan seemed relieved. I was giving him his options, but I felt his place was among us mages. He may have what it takes to become a spirit talker, but he'd be living with werewolves, always an outsider and never one of them because he wouldn't be able to take on a wolf spirit if he already has a storm spirit inside him.

"I was going to take him up to his room and let him get some clothes so he could stay with me and Simon for a while," Drew said. "I told you that he was targeted because he's seen Cromwell around."

I shook my head and said, "That won't be necessary. I'm going to put him in the room with Micah Blume. He needs to be on this floor. I'll take him to get his things after we finish here."

When Drew left, I took Ethan with me to get his stuff and I used magic to translocate it to his room. When we got back down to his room, it was cleaner than it had been, and Micah Blume was waiting to talk to him. I left for a while to meet with Clarissa and fill her in on what had happened. Luckily I finished in enough time to get to the library in time to walk Ethan to his lab. I had some homework of my own, so I finished it in the lobby of the Science Building while the boy was working. When he came out, I took him back upstairs to drop his stuff off, and then I took him to get some lunch before meeting up with Drew.

I couldn't tell if Drew was impressed with my car or trying to make fun of it, but it was a gift from my Uncle Gideon. It was last year's VW ID4 but it was numina powered. It didn't take much enchantment but a device to recharge the batteries from the background numina field. All the electrical parts would work like normal. It didn't matter what Drew thought. I had a nice car that never needed recharging.

I'd been to Xav's house before. It was a nice place on the edge of town, with a fenced in back yard. Xav must have wanted Drew to clean something up in the house before I could see it, so he took me and Ethan out into the back yard to show us around.

"Thank you for letting me watch the ritual tonight," I said. "I have no experience with summoning rituals."

"Thank you for asking first," he replied. "I don't mind so long as we're not doing anything sacred, but I appreciate the call."

He showed us the plants in the garden, mostly magical herbs he was growing. Then he piled wood in the brazier and started a fire. When Drew came back out, Xav got the ritual ready, and Drew and I took seats in lawn chairs to watch. Xav was good with Ethan. Despite being freaked out by everything that had happened to him, he was relaxed around the spirit talker. He was whispering at the front of the fire, and I was having trouble hearing him, so I whispered a spell to enhance my hearing.

I was watching through my mage sight, so I caught the full effect when Xav began his spell. His wolf spirit partially manifested, surrounding him in an aura of power. At that moment I was almost as overwhelmed as when I'd viewed Alonzo working the reality warping spells that almost killed him. Xav's wolf spirit was powerful, extremely powerful, and when he worked the ritual it was like his human spirit and his wolf spirit had become one entity with two minds. I could see that the human spirit was calling across the spirit realm, calling for a specific air spirit that was connected to Ethan, while the wolf spirit was watching for any other powerful spirits that could be drawn to the ritual, ready to pounce. In that moment I realized why the spirit mages were able to perform rituals by themselves that hermetic mages like myself would need backup to perform.

I also saw that Xav's bound air spirits weren't visible. I assumed they were locked in the spirit binding vessels he carried, but that his bound fire spirits were hovering around his head, waiting for any physical threats. They were still mostly in the spirit plane, so any viewers without mage sight would be lucky to see more than a halo effect.

Then the spirit came. As I expected, she was a sylph. When she manifested on the material plane, she took the form of a human woman floating above the ground, her golden hair flowing around her head as if blown in a constant breeze. She was naked, save for a long shawl of glimmering material that rested on her shoulders and draped across her front. According to legend, if you could take that shawl from her, you could bind her to your will, but they were hard to get hold of, especially since she hadn't come alone. In the air above her, I could see through my mage sight other sylphs and the more violent venti, air spirits who usually manifested as male. They were in their nebulous storm horse form. It looked like enough of them to create a powerful tornado should they be angered.

The one who'd been called spoke to Ethan. Even with the spell that enhanced my vision, I had trouble hearing all the words over the roar of the winds.

Ethan: "... left me mom."

Sylph: "Only for a moment sweet boy ... never stopped hearing the call of the storm ... my brothers and sisters."

Ethan: "Eight years! ... missed you ... thought you were dead ... killed by Cromwell."

Sylph: "Not killed! Freed! ... released in exchange for information on the hunters ... your father wasn't a good man ... slaughtered pups and all, even the old and weak ... enslaved me .... sorry to leave you, but now I'm free ..."

Ethan: "I still miss you."

Sylph: "I love you but it's too painful being solid all the time ... bear the mark of storm ... call me when you can, and I will come ... never stop loving you."

There was more, and then she was gone. Ethan was crying and the marks I'd heard about but never seen were visible above his muscle shirt, glowing silver. When they were gone, I got up and walked over to him and took him in my arms. He was crying.

Xav was calm as ever. He put a hand on Ethan's back and said, "I know that it's painful, but she doesn't know how much you're hurting. Spirits aren't like us. She didn't even know that eight years had gone by. Time holds little meaning on the spirit plane. But you will learn to call her when you master your powers."

Then Xav looked at me. "You need to get him trained. I would love to take him as an apprentice, but he could never fit in here. No one can be a wolf and a ventus at the same time. But when he's mastered his arcanum, bring him back to me and I will teach him to call his mother's spirit. He has the power within him."

He let his fingers trace the silvery lines on Ethan's chest. "If he can't control it, his power will consume him. It's not that he holds a second spirit, like we do. If that were the case, he would be better off with me. His own spirit is half human and half ventus. The ventus half is trying to escape, to become pure air, but it wouldn't be able to do so yet, and it would kill him, then discorporate."

I held the crying boy and kissed his forehead. "I'll take care of him now," I said. "We have another boy who needs to learn to control his innate powers. We know what to do."

Then I wrapped a shoulder around the boy, and we said our goodbyes. Drew seemed reluctant to let him go, but Xav put his hand on Drew's shoulder and assured him that it was okay. I led Ethan to my car. He said he wasn't hungry, but I knew that it was just shock and grief speaking. I told he had to eat and asked him what he wanted, and he replied, "Pizza, but you can't get good pizza here."

His sadness pulled at my heart, and he wasn't wrong about not being able to find real pizza here. We were both from New York, so our standards were a little higher than the locals. I drove him back to the dorms and then we went up to my room. I pulled him over to the carpet to stand in the middle of the circle. The spell I needed worked better from one circle to another. I put one arm against him and pulled him to my chest. I didn't have to tell him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I pulled out my wand and began to chant, "Ex hoc circlo ad circlum in animo meo trans milia passuum transferamus."

We disappeared from my room and reappeared in different room, with a stone floor and no windows. An arcane circle was inscribed into the floor. The only door was heavy stone. "Where are we?" Ethan asked.

"This is my family's brownstone, just west of Central Park," I replied. "You've got me wanting good pizza too, and we don't live too far from Francesco's here."

"We're in New York?" he asked.

"Manhatten, Upper West Side," I replied. "We're between Central Park West and Columbus, on 69^th."

"Your family must be rich," Ethan said with a touch of awe in his voice.

"Almost all the old mage families have money," I said, "and the Trent's are among the oldest mage families in America. The old blood families think of themselves as a natural aristocracy, but for the most part they're just as greedy as mundane families. If we run into any of my relatives here, just try and ignore them if they say anything rude. They can't help themselves because they have toxic privilege and arrogance."

He was smiling at me as I raised my ring to touch the sigil on the door so that it would open. I put my arms around his shoulder and led him to stairs. I didn't want to meet any of the family tonight, so we stopped at the head of the stairs and peeked into the foyer. The only one present was Tully the butler, so I brought Ethan up with me. Tully wasn't a mage or a mundane; he was a magical construct, woven from raw magical energy and given solid form, but my grandmother was a very talented mage, and her constructs were very lifelike.

"Mister Sebastian," he said. "Are you staying or just passing through?"

"This is my guest, Ethan Lowry," I replied. "We're just passing through to get some pizza, then we'll have to come back through in order to return to college."

"Should I tell your parents, or your grandmother that you're here?" he asked.

I replied, a little too quickly, "That's not necessary, Tully. We don't really have time to socialize today."

"Very well, sir," he said.

I hustled Ethan out the front door and down the short flight of steps to the sidewalk. My family lived in a beautiful part of the city, not far from the park, but we were headed the other direction right now. It was early evening, about 7:00 PM, so we were in the dinner rush. Francesco's wasn't just a pizza place. (Usually, I preferred Joe's or John's if I just wanted pizza, but I didn't want to walk that far tonight, not with so much happening on campus.) They also had an extensive Italian menu as well, but we'd come for pizza, big slices of traditional New York style pizza, or what we New Yorkers called pizza, no qualifier needed. I had mushrooms on mine and Ethan liked plain cheese. During dinner I got him to talk about the trauma he was feeling from the encounter with his mom.

"The worst part," he said, "was that she told me that she set Dad up to be killed by Cromwell in exchange for him retrieving her shawl. I blamed all the werewolves for killing my parents, but my mom hadn't been killed at all, and my dad had been killed because my mom set him up. I feel like a piece of crap because I've hated them all for so long and I set them up to be killed, even Simon."

"Hey now," I said. "Don't go blaming yourself for that now. You only knew what you'd been told. And I'm not trying to turn you against your new friends, but not all werewolves are good people. Some of them probably are trying to get to you. You can trust Drew, Xav, Simon and Darren, but don't let the others get too close unless Drew or Darren says they're safe. When we get you back to college, I'm going to find some protectors to make sure you're safe. Cromwell's people may still be after you, although they shouldn't be since you've already informed Drew of his presence."

We finished our pizza and then walked back down 68^th street to the park. I wanted to take him on a carriage ride because his arms around my waist was beginning to make this excursion look and feel like a date. Once we got in the carriage, I put my arm around his shoulder, and he let his rest on my leg. "I only got to the city a few times when I was a kid," he said. "We lived all the way out in Riverhead and it's nothing like the city."

"I know," I said, pulling him loser to me and kissing the top of his head. "My Mom and Dad have a house in Oyster Bay, and I spent a lot of time out there as a kid. The house in town belongs to my grandmother, but my parents and I have rooms there as well. If it weren't for my grandmother, I'd like living there. My dad's almost as bad as his mother, but my mom's alright. She's an Ambrose, and they're friendlier than the Trents."

He snuggled into my side and moved his hand up further on my thigh. I couldn't tell if he was innocent or crafty at this point, but I didn't care. My dick was swelling and if he touched it, I was going to assume he wanted to go further.

"I don't know anything about mage families," he said, letting his fingers brush against my dick. "I don't know anything about the magical world."

I turned his head so that he was facing the trees. "Do you see the little gnomes in the trees over there?"

He sat up straight and stared until he saw them. "I see them!" he said. And he watched them until we passed them by, craning his neck around to seem them after we'd driven past.

When he looked back in my direction I put my hands on the sides of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He parted his lips and let my tongue slide inside. He smelled like the air after a storm, with only the faintest hint of boyish BO. We spent most of the carriage ride kissing. Ethan climbed onto my lap, and I held him tight.

"When I first saw you, I wanted you to kiss me," Ethan said. "You looked so hot dressed like a young professor."

"And I wanted to kiss you," I admitted, "but I thought you were one of those underage students we get through here from time to time, and I felt like a dirty old man, even though I'm only twenty-four."

"Well, I am young for my grade," he said. "I turn eighteen on September 30^th, the last possible day I could have been born and not have to wait a year to start school."

I laughed at him and said, "Then I am a dirty old man. On September 30^th, you'll be one year too young for me according to the standard formula of half my age plus seven years."

"You can be my dirty old man, Sebastian," he said as he kissed my lips. "Are you going to ... you know ... um ... put your cock in me tonight?"

I kissed his eyes and then his neck. "Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Simon sucked me off earlier today, so I'm not a virgin anymore."

I slid my hand down the back of his shorts and rubbed his little hole with my index finger. He whimpered and held tighter on to my chest. "Not tonight," I said. "I want to do it so bad, but I want to make sure that you really want me to make love to you, that you're not just running on fear and adrenaline right now."

He gave me a sad look and rubbed his head against my chest. "But I do want it," he said. "I want it so bad. I want to be loved."

I sat him upright on my lap and kissed him on the lips again. "Let's make a deal," I said. "We'll start dating and hanging around together. We'll slowly build our relationship, and if you want to make love to you after a few more dates, then I'll make love to you on your birthday when you turn eighteen. I'll make it special, because it should always be special the first time a man takes you."

"Was it special for you, Sebastian?" he asked me.

I thought back to that week I spent in Paris with Aronus Melis after the International Conference of Young Mages. He was twenty-eight years old, nine years older than me. He took me to the best restaurants, and we saw all the sights, and he used magic to take me to the top platform of the Eifel Tower at midnight where we made love under the stars.

"It was," I said. "It was beautiful. And I promise you that after we make love I won't ignore you and not call you again. If you're with me, I won't make you a notch on my bedpost. We may be together forever, or we may not, but I won't do it with you unless both you and I want it for the right reasons."

He hugged me tighter, and I held him close until we got back to the start of the carriage route. I didn't want to talk to the family. Today had been too good. So, I pulled him into a bathroom stall and teleported us back to the circle in Grandmother's basement. I touched my ring to a different sigil to let them know I was just passing through, then I did the long ritual to take us back to my room.

I was tired from the casting of two powerful spells on top of yesterday's work, so I escorted Ethan to his room and kissed him goodnight. I went back to make all my preparations for bed and then scried the campus quickly looking for any of the spell traps I'd placed to show me any signs of hostile magic crossing the borders.

I had already showered and put on a pair of sleeping shorts, and I was enjoying a last cup of mineral water before bed when there was a timid knock on my door. It was Ethan.

"Micah has gone to his friends' room, and I don't want to be alone right now," he said. "Can I sleep here? I'll sleep on the carpet if you want, but I ...."

I took him into my arms and said, "You can sleep with me, but I'm not changing my mind about us not making love until you turn eighteen. If you can agree to those terms, we can sleep together."

"If that's what you want," he said.

When he took off his robe, he was wearing only a pair of light blue briefs. I got into the bed and gestured for him to join me. He slid next to me under the blankets, and pressed back against me, making me the big spoon to his little spoon. I promised myself that I wouldn't hurt him. He was too young and too vulnerable right now, but I felt that I was the one most likely to get hurt. I didn't know if what he felt for me was real or not. Maybe he was just looking for a protector, a father figure now that his uncle was missing, and his mother had abandoned him.

I seldom got into relationships with other mages. Mundanes were easier because they could be molded to fit my desires. I wouldn't do that to another mage, especially not to someone for whom I had real feelings. This was new to me as well. Aronus had seemed perfect to me, older and more experienced. I'd loved him, and he'd never really loved me. I didn't trust mages because they were harder to read without them knowing I was doing it. I was putting my own feelings at risk here because I was going to try it again.

I kissed his neck and pressed my hard cock against his little butt. He was asleep, but he pressed back against me anyway. I was exhausted and magically depleted; it took only a few minutes for me to fall asleep.

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 25-year-old brother.

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

·        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.

·        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.