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

·         There are three story threads in this storyline so far. Others may come and go.

o   Sebastian and Ethan – a love story that deals with beginnings between two men with a seven-year age difference.

o   Nathan and Karim – a love story between a mundane and his supernatural lover.

o   Micah and Remy – a story of voluntary slavery and the deep need a young man has to submit completely to his lover.

·         My Stories

o   College Magic

o   Jack and the Giant

o   Sacred Submissives

o   Bellus Cinaedus

o   Guardian Angel

o   Nivean and the Dvergar

 

Magery 3
First Sunday After School Began (Day Before Labor Day)

Sebastian

Ethan had slept fitfully. I woke up several times during the night with him moaning in his sleep and speaking nonsense. I caught a few coherent words and phrases from time to time, "Cromwell ... left me ... all dead ... alone ...."

I'd hold him and whisper, "You're not alone anymore, baby." Then I'd hum to him until he went back to sleep. Once, when he was really agitated, I heard thunder outside. I had no idea whether it was natural, whether his mood was affecting the weather, or whether the venti in the sky above the college were reacting to his distress. I turned off my early alarm and left only the one for 9:00 AM. That would give us barely enough time to get showered and have breakfast before I had to take Ethan to meet with Clarissa.

Ethan woke up more refreshed than I did. "I sleep so much better in your arms than I do in bed alone," he said.

I didn't say anything; I just kissed his forehead. I was just glad that I'd changed his room assignment immediately after his powers had manifested. He could kill an unprotected roommate if his dreams became bad enough. I would have to keep my lightning ward up until he learned how to control his powers.

"We slept in a little, so we have to hurry if we're going to get breakfast before your meeting with Clarissa and Professor Thorne," I said. "Do you want to shower first, or do you still need to wake up?"

"I'll shower first, so I can wake up," he said. "If you want to brush your teeth and stuff while I'm showering, you won't embarrass me."

That was an offer too good to pass up. I followed him into the bathroom. He had some morning wood, but he wasn't trying to hide it. I couldn't tell whether he was being naive or flirtatious. He looked like a vision of innocence, but sometimes I thought he knew what he was doing, and right at that moment he was giving me a raging erection.

I used magic to clean my teeth and to trim my beard. I preferred to keep it to a sixteenth of an inch and I'd mastered the spell well enough to leave it soft instead of wiry. While I was at it, I trimmed my eyebrows and removed some puffiness from around my eyes. I didn't usually bother with the small stuff, but I wanted to look good for Ethan because I often found him staring at my face.

I decided to be bold. When he finished with his shower, I was waiting with a fresh towel. I wrapped him in it and dried his body. He'd taken a while and I'd heard the discharge of electricity, so I knew that he'd been masturbating in there.

I followed him back into the room. "There's less time than I thought," I said, "so I'm going to use magic to get cleaned up."

He sat on the bed and watched. He was fascinated when I did magic, which I took as a good sign. Hopefully, he'd be an enthusiastic student and we could get his wild magic under control. I waved the wand. "Vestimenta exuo," I said, all my clothes came off and flew into the hamper.

Ethan was smiling. His eyes had followed the wand and then my dirty clothes, but now they were staring at my body. "Mihi purgam maximo cum ostentu corpusque cutemque," I chanted and waved my wand. I'd decided to put on a show, so I used the maximus ostentus version of the spell. Briliant pink and blue soap bubbles formed on my body and raced around in a foaming dance before evaporating harmlessly, leaving me clean and refreshed.

Ethan was smiling and laughing at the display, so I took a bow. Then I waved the wand and said "vestimenta musice induam." My clothes flew out of drawers and closet and onto my body, performing a slow dance to the tune of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. This spell was interesting enough to see even without musical accompaniment, since the clothes pressed against the target's body and then somehow were arranged properly without flowing over arms, head, and feet. No matter how closely you watched, it was impossible to note the exact moment when they passed through the body so they could sit properly. If the mage knew what they were doing, the clothes could even be put on in the wrong order and still be properly arranged in the end.

"Do me, now!" Ethan said. I looked at the pile of clothes he'd brought over last night and repeated the spell. Ethan's clothes performed the same dance and then flowed onto his body.

"Is Clarissa going to teach me to do that?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Clarissa will teach the boring basic spell and then make you practice it until you've mastered it. You'll probably have to start with one article of clothing at a time and concentrate completely. You'll find it not a lot easier than the mundane way, just faster. Once you've mastered the basic spell and can control all your clothes at once, I'll teach you to be ostentatious and elaborate. Clarissa is much more serious than I am; that's probably why she's the better teacher."

After taking Ethan to breakfast, I hurried him over to Professor Thorne's office. She explained the Conclave and the Concordium to him in simple terms, with Conclave being the mage organization in the North America and the Concordium being an organization that lets us live in peace with the other supernatural groups and ensures that we all protect the secret of magic's existence from the mundane world. He agreed to a fast oath in her office that would be binding for a month. She didn't have time to set up the ritual for the formal oath.

Then I took him back to the dorm to meetup with Clarissa in her room.

 

Ethan

It had been a hectic morning. I'd really wanted to get Drew to have sex with me again before we left the room, but I wasn't sure how to let him know. I was too embarrassed to ask him. But I had liked the magic show he'd put on with the cleaning spell and the clothes. I felt like a little kid, but at the same time I thought, I can learn how to do this, too!

Professor Thorne was a serious looking woman in her early forties. She had blond hair that she wore in a bun, and she was dressed in skirt and jacket with knee high boots. She was almost, but not quite as tall as Sebastian which made her tall for a woman, or maybe it was the three-inch heels of her boots. Anyway, she was taller than me.

After I swore a temporary oath with her, Sebastian took me to see Clarissa. Walking across campus with Sebastian's arm around my shoulder made me feel small, but big at the same time. I felt small because he was taller than me and looked like a man while I still looked like a boy. But I felt big because I had an older boyfriend. I mean, I thought of Sebastian as my boyfriend, and he said we were dating, and we were sleeping together, even though he wouldn't just go all the way. I didn't know why he wanted me to wait until I was eighteen. I doubted that Simon had waited, and probably not Sebastian either. Maybe he was afraid I would electrocute him.

I slipped my arm around his waist and hoped he wouldn't think it was too much. He squeezed my shoulder and I felt he was trying to tell me that it was alright. I saw an opposite sex couple walking ahead of us. The girl had her hand in the guy's back pocket. I put my hand under Sebastian's coat and slid it across his hard butt and into his pocket. He must have approved because he kissed my forehead. I was feeling weak in the knees, and I was lightheaded. I hoped I wasn't coming down with something.

Clarissa seemed like she was trying very hard to be Professor Thorne. She had a similar hair style, but she was wearing pants with her jacket. She smiled more than Professor Thorne as well. I didn't like that she told Sebastian to leave us while she did her evaluation, though. I didn't know her that well yet.

"Fine," he said, pretending to be offended. "I know when I'm not wanted. But seriously, I have something I have to do this morning. Can you keep Ethan here or walk him down to my room when you're finished? The password is `mugwump'."

He kissed me on the lips and said, "I'll see you later, sweetie. And don't forget the password or you won't be able to get in or out of the room. Whisper it, so that others don't hear what you're saying."

He kissed me again, for real time – with tongue – before leaving.

Clarissa laughed and patted my head. "If I didn't know better, I'd assume you were a mundane," she said. "Sebastian never dates mages, but he's clearly taken with you."

"It hurts when he's not here," I said, "but I feel like I'm going to throw up sometimes when we're together."

Clarissa laughed at me again, and said, "You're in love, or at the nauseating first stages. It'll pass. Hopefully not the love, but the feeling like you're going to be sick. In case you haven't noticed, he has it too. It's somewhat unethical for him to be with you since he's your RA and your magical supervisor, and you are too young for him. He's a year too old to be dating freshmen."

My stomach lurched when she said `dating'. It was true. It wasn't sex, but maybe dating was more real than sex when it came to relationships, since Sebastian wanted to date for a while before having sex. I meant real sex. We were already doing handjobs.

Clarissa was snapping her fingers in front of me. "Wake up now, Ethan," she said with a smile. "I must evaluate your numina flow. I'm not going to make you get naked, but can I look at some of these signa fulminata you have, maybe someplace you can expose in public?"

I shrugged and pulled off my t-shirt. She said, "I'm going to touch them with the tip of my wand," she said. "You may feel a little tickle or a cold or hot sensation running along the marks."

She touched them with the tip of her wand and said, "numina fluant et signa monstrentur."

My marks erupted with pain and a cascade of lightning, arced across the room, and burned away the clothes that covered them. I doubled over and rolled into a ball, coughing from the smell of burned clothing. Clarissa grabbed a crystal off her desk and shouted, "Fluant in crystallum et vincantur!"

She gathered the lightning with the tip of her wand and directed it into the crystal which began to glow. It took a minute or so for the electrical storm to subside. Then she knelt beside me and said, "I'm sorry, Ethan. Let me see the damage. You must stretch out now to give me a better view."

When I did she inhaled sharply and said, "Lie here for a few minutes and relax." Then she tapped her head with the wand and said, "Marvin ad cubiculum meum nunc veni."

A ball of light shot out of the tip of her wand and flew through the door. Clarissa waved her wand again, and a hand towel flew across the room. A bottle of water turned over and soaked it, then the towel began to give off mist. When she put it over the area from my groin to my solar plexus, it was icy cold.

 

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Clarissa ushered Marvin into the room. "All I did was energize his signa so I could read his numina body," she said. "The discharge was impressive."

Marvin knelt beside me and pulled back the cloth. "It looks worse than it is," he said. "The redness is a burn from his shorts catching on fire. I can heal that. Modesty aside, these signa shouldn't be fully energized unless Ethan's naked right now. Nothing flammable should be touching him until we can clear the channels. Ideally we'd find a way to ground the electricity while energizes them."

Clarissa sighed. "I wish someone had told me," she said. "I can put up some wards in a grounding configuration and I can give the boy some privacy without having him risk getting burned."

Marvin fussed over the burned area. It was my shorts that caught fire, so I was reluctant to look at the damage until he healed it. Once he was done, he said, "One question, Ethan. Do you want me to regrow your pubic hair or remove it? Some men like their boys to be smooth and hairless. What do you think?"

"I don't know," I said. I'd never thought about removing my pubic hair. I'd been slow to go through puberty, so I didn't think I wanted to lose it. "What does Sebastian like?"

"I'm not sure," Marvin said. "All I know is that I'm seeing more than a few hairless boys this year. I kind of think it's sexy – on a boy that is."

"Hecate's Cauldron!" Clarissa interjected. "You don't know Sebastian very well, do you? He's probably freaking out a little bit already about Ethan being so much younger than him, and now you want to make him look prepubescent. Regrow it and let Sebastian take it off himself if he wants to. Better yet Ethan, you decide what you want. Don't worry about what Sebastian wants. If he loves you, he'll accept you the way you are."

I asked Marvin to regrow my pubes. Only then did I look. Everything seemed fine and the pain was gone. Clarissa said, "Do you mind if I energize your signa now? I'll set another crystal battery to catch it."

I told her it was fine, and she made the crystal hover over my solar plexus and then touched my marks with her wand again. Lightning flashed as intense as before, but there was no clothing to catch on fire. Clarissa's spell was directing the energy into the crystal. She examined me very clinically. I didn't even get embarrassed that a girl was seeing me naked. Marvin was still there, and the two of them were discussing me, mostly in terms I didn't understand.

"The energy should be brightest here," Clarissa said, gesturing toward my solar plexus, "but this is the area that seems brightest instead." She gestured toward my groin.

"This is where the sexual energy and the magical energy from his storm heritage is getting tangled," he said. "You're the expert, but I would recommend concentrating on very weak spells and focusing rituals until we get this cleared up."

"Then Sebastian needs to leave this boy alone, until we can resolve this snarl," she said.

Marvin shook his head. "The opposite actually," he said. "Good news Ethan, I'm going to tell Sebastian to `drain' your energy three times a day. When you wake up, sometime during the day and just before going to sleep."

I could barely remember what else they talked about. Marvin was going to give healer's orders to Sebastian to have sex with me more often. I did tune in when I heard Marvin say, "Don't forget to ask to be drained if you're feeling sore or itchy down there."

Marvin left and Clarissa put an illusionary kilt on me so I could finish my first lesson. She made me practice focusing and meditating for what seemed like hours, but she did teach me a spell to make a glowing ball of fire. When all I got was blue flame along my hand, she said that most mages made the spell manifest that way at first.

 

Nathan Blackwell

I had no idea how I was going to tell my mom and dad that I was pregnant. There's no way that they would understand. I didn't understand it myself. This morning, Captain Devereaux had arranged everything. I was put on medical leave because of the "tumor" I was supposed to have, and I was assigned an apartment in one of the buildings near the hospital. Karim was allowed to share quarters with me. Since he was a civilian advisor, he had the clearance for the hospital and the apartment.

He wouldn't let me do anything. He made me lie down and put my feet up, while he moved all our stuff inside. He stopped by to rub my belly in between loads. He was working up a good sweat and his smell was driving me wild. My cock was hard and for some strange reason, my asshole was tingling. When he had everything inside, he squeezed next to me on the couch and rubbed my belly some more.

"I need to see you," he said, unbuttoning my uniform jacket and pulling it off my shoulders.

His fingers slid down to the tight waist of my BDU pants. He undid the belt and then the buttons. Then he slid my pants off me, leaving me in a t-shirt and briefs. "This is no good," he said. "The waistband is too tight. Your clothes were sized to fill me with desire when I saw you in them, but not that you are changing, they are too tight."

He pulled my briefs off, allowing my cock to spring free. I was hard and waving around as his hand brushed against me. He ignored my cock, like he usually did, and rubbed my belly some more. "Does this feel good, Nathaniel?" he asked.

I sighed. Of course, it felt good. I'd only gained a couple of inches around my waist, but he was rubbing life back into me. His finger teased my navel, which made me laugh, then he slid his hand down to stroke my ass. My hole felt sensitive today. His fingers rubbed the outside and I let out an involuntary moan.

"Does that feel good, Nathaniel?" Karim asked. "Am I making my beautiful consort feel sexy?"

"Yes, Karim," I whimpered. "You make me feel good, even though I'm fat now."

"You're not fat, baby," he whispered in my ear. "You're my consort and you're having my baby. It's beautiful that your body is changing for me. This is how I knew you would be the one to bring the first child of the new generation to our clan."

I put my hand on his hairy arm. I didn't want him to stop what he was doing, but I wanted his attention. "How is this possible, Karim?" I asked. "How can a man become pregnant? How is my body changing?"

Karim pushed his finger inside me, sending waves of pleasure running though me. "You ask two different questions," he said. "I will answer the easy question first. You are no longer a man. You are a Daiwa consort, at least you are becoming one."

"What do you mean I'm not a man?" I asked, feeling both fearful and angry.

Karim stroked my prostate and kissed my lips. His smell was making my muscles relax. "Don't be angry," he said. "Daiwa consorts are rare and treasured things. Half the world is men. Being a man isn't special at all."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed, my voice getting higher with each syllable. I could feel warmth spreading from my ass to nipples to the top of my head. Strangely enough, my cock was only semi-hard now, but it too felt warm. "I meant, what's the difference."

"This is part of the difference," he said. "Since we have been together, have you not noticed how much more sensitive you have become down here? Once you have become pure Daiwa consort, you will feel this and more every day, several times if I have my way.

"But I will answer your second question since it is related. One of the changes, is that your body has become more sensitive. Your skin tingles when I touch it, does it not?"

"Yes, Karim, it does," I said. "My clothes have been irritating my skin."

"In ancient days, a Daiwa consort would remain unclothed because the touch of raw fabric would make him uncomfortable. Today, we have finer fabrics that can worn without irritation," he explained. "But that is not the only change. If your body had not begun to change, you could never have become pregnant."

The hand that wasn't inside me, that wasn't fingering me into ecstasy, that hand rubbed my abdomen. "You are developing a daiwacho, the womb of a Daiwa consort. It is here, under the skin. It connects from your rectum to your navel. My seed enters from your rectum and gestates in your daiwacho. When the baby is born, he will exit from your navel, which is even now developing its sphincter."

"That's unbelievable," I said. "It has to be true, but it seems impossible."

"There will be more changes," he said. "But that is for later. Now I must get inside you. Your hole has relaxed and awaits my seed."

He moved between my legs and lifted them. His cock found my waiting hole and slid inside. I was so relaxed that I offered him no resistance. His cock seemed larger to me. It didn't hurt, but it made me feel fuller. He was stroking my prostate with his rod as he slid past, but I felt like I could orgasm just from his scent. It was invading my sinuses. Each deep breath relaxed me more, until my body was numb except for the warmth that connected my hole, my perineum, my nipples, and my flaccid cock. It was like I was floating in a tingling sea.

I realized that cum was leaking from my cock, but that I wasn't hard. The more excited I became, the less hard I was. I had felt this way with Karim before. I knew that I was about to experience a powerful whole-body orgasm. There was something unnatural about cumming from a soft cock, but it felt so good, and it made me feel like my skin itself was a sex organ.

"I am almost there my consort," he said. "You will cum only when I tell you to cum. Let it build. Breathe deeply and take my seed inside you."

I felt his cock swell and I felt his cum pour into me. He held my hips and let it flow. He could cum for a long time. "Now my consort," he ordered in his deep voice. "Now cum for me."

Waves of pleasure rolled over my body. They barely registered in my dick but were more concentrated in my quivering ass and in my nipples. I moaned for several minutes. I was still experiencing the heat and tingling as he was pulling out of me. My flaccid cock lay in a pool of cum. I'd shot without anyone touching it, without it even getting erect. I lay there, breathing heavily for almost half an hour.

Karim cleaned my cum off my abdomen with a warm cloth, then led me into the bedroom and put me in bed. "Your nectar is so sweet, and it's helping to make me strong for you. But now you need to nap, my beautiful consort," he said. "I'll finish unpacking while you sleep."

He put a soft sleeping mask on me and started working. I fell asleep to his scent. It messed with my mind. I had the most erotic dreams.

 

When I awoke, Karim was next to me on the bed. He was looking at my face and rubbing my belly. He smiled down at me when he noticed I was awake. My body flushed with warmth where he touched me. "Stop Karim," I said weakly. "You'll get me too excited to think again."

"Beautiful consorts don't have to think," he said. His eyes were sparkling, and his full lips were smiling, perfectly framed by his dark, curly beard.

"Stop it, Karim," I said. "I'm not going to give up everything just to be your consort. I'm a man, too."

He learned over me and kissed my lips, his tongue darting inside to wrestle with mine. His scent was stronger as his arms wrapped around me. His right hand moved down to stroke my hole again. I'd just been fucked, but I found myself relaxing and opening for him. I felt wet inside, probably from the massive load he'd left inside me.

"Thinking is not forbidden," he said, "but it is a luxury. A Daiwa consort does not have to think. You have me to make decisions for you. You should think about our sons and our home. Let me do the heavy thinking, just as I will do the heavy lifting."

I slapped him playfully on the chest. "I'm bigger and stronger than you, Karim," I said. "Or have you forgotten."

"You are taller for now," he said, "but you never were stronger."

It was true that he was supernaturally strong for his build. He was muscular, but he didn't have as many muscles as I did. Although his dark hair had always made him seem more manly than me.

"And I've always been bigger than you," he said, pulling my hand down to his massive cock. It was big, bigger than my brother James, the goth twink who'd made me realize I was gay. His hand took hold of my smaller cock. It tingled with pleasure but didn't grow hard.

I wasn't small. I had six inches which meant that I was on the larger side of average. Besides my dick had always done what I needed. Karim massaged my soft cock, sending waves of endless pleasure flowing through me. Something wasn't right. I'd almost put my mind on it, but I caught a strong whiff of his masculine musk and all my concerns disappeared.

"Are you ready again, my pale consort? Is your pretty pink pussy ready for me?" he demanded.

"Yes Karim," I whined. "I need you inside me again."

 

At some point, we got out of bed and had dinner. We sat on the ground on cushions, both of us naked. I leaned back against Karim's chest, and he fed me food in little bites, using pieces of bread torn from long loaves of naan to hold it. Afterward he rubbed scented oil into my skin and teased me mercilessly. I was too drunk on his scent to question the fact that I didn't get hard when he massaged my soft cock or played with ass. I just leaned back against him and let it happen. He fucked me half a dozen times that night and had to lead me stumbling back to the bed, where we fell asleep. He held me against him, and I drifted off to the powerful scent of his armpits.

 

Micah Blume

I was awakened before the sun rose by my father who was standing by Remy's bed. He put a finger to his lips and motioned for me to get up. I followed him silently to a small bathroom in one of the unused bedrooms.

"How was last night?" he whispered.

"It was ... strange, but exciting," I replied, also in a whisper.

"Did you enjoy it?" Dad asked me.

I nodded my head. "I think so," I said. "But is it true that you've only had an orgasm five times?"

"Not at all," he said, laughing softly. "I've only had an erection five times since I was enslaved, once when I sired each of you children. I orgasm a lot. There are a lot of ways to enjoy yourself without touching your penis. Although my orgasms were farther apart than I would have liked when I was with your mother. My master wasn't there as often as I would have liked."

I was confused. "Didn't Mom want to have sex?"

"Do you really want to know about your mother's sexual needs?" he asked.

I shook my head and he said, "She has always preferred women. She wanted children and she wasn't ready to settle down. She married me so that I would be able to stay home and take care of you. Most husbands are unwilling to do that for their wives. And– I'm trying not to be boastful or immodest – but I'm a good-looking guy, Micah. Twenty-four years ago, when I was a twenty-year-old trophy husband for a successful thirty year old member of the Conclave, I was considered to be stunning. I was the best fashion accessory she could want."

I looked at Dad and I could see it. He was still looking good. He hugged me and said, "I'm going to teach you your morning obligations."

He pulled out his wand and walked me through variations on some basic cleaning spells I knew. Soon I was hairless except for my eyebrows and the top of my head; I was clean and fresh smelling from head to toe; I was douched and lubed, ready for anything that could come my way; and my breath was fresh and minty.

Then he led me into the kitchen, and we started preparing breakfast. It was steak and eggs with potato pancakes for the masters, along with fresh squeezed orange juice and fresh coffee. We sliced some tomatoes to go with their meal and pulled out some homemade applesauce to go with the pancakes. There was no dairy because Uncle Mordecai ate kosher. We fixed ourselves plates with pancakes, sour cream, and sliced tomatoes. We each got one hard boiled egg. We had water to drink. We set our plates aside in the kitchen with covers and put the masters' plates on the table with covers. Father showed me how to cast a warming charm to keep everything hot and fresh. Then we knelt in the slave rest position and waited for our masters.

"Good job, Vickie," Uncle Mordecai said as he walked into the room.

Remy was just behind him. "What have you been up to this morning, slave?" he asked.

"My father has been teaching me how to prepare things in the morning for you, Master," I said.

Remy slammed my nuts with the top of his foot. Pain and nausea flowed like a wave through me, and I collapsed into a heap. "Get up, slave," Master said.

I dragged myself back into kneeling position and spread my knees, hoping he wasn't planning on kicking my balls again. I felt his foot, but he was massaging the bottom of my scrotum with his toes. "I think you meant to say that my father's slave was teaching you," he said. "As a slave, family relationships mean nothing to you. You're my property. The slave that sired you is my father's slave. Do not forget that in my presence again."

"No master," I said.

His foot slammed into my nuts again and again I collapsed in pain. As soon as I could, I dragged myself back into the kneeling position.

"Don't say no to your master, slave," he said. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes Master," I said. "I understand you."

"Good," he said. Then he leaned down and grabbed me by the ear. "I have always known that I would have you in this position, Micah. You were twelve years old, and I knew you were submissive bitch waiting for a master to put a collar on you. I had to beat out my best bro to collar you first, but we had to wait until you were an adult. Now crawl under this table and get your lips on my cock while I eat my breakfast."

"Yes Master!" I said. I saw that Master Mordecai's slave was already under the table, sucking his master's cock. I wasted no time assuming my position.

My stomach rumbled a little from smelling the food on the table, but soon I was rewarded with the taste of my master's cock. It was musky and flavorful compared to the boys' cocks I'd sucked before. It was also circumcised. Most mages didn't follow that practice, but our Mage Universalism was flavored with our ethnic Jewishness. Master's cock swelled to its full size as I sucked with all my talent and experience.

Uncle Mordecai and my mother were twins, and there was a strong similarity in their appearance. I was lighter skinned than my mother because my father was fair skinned. Remy on the other hand was darker than his father because his mother had dark skin. I found it interesting that the skin tones were different, but the difference in skin hue between my father and his master and me and my master was about the same.

My master and my father's master talked about business while they ate. I don't know whether Dad earned a load from his master, but my master filled my mouth before he finished eating. I swallowed the flavorful load greedily. It was so strange that my cock remained completely soft. Usually all I had to do was see the outline of a cock through jeans and I was hard. One whiff of a man's musk and I was ready to cum. That at least hadn't changed. My flaccid penis was tingling with excitement.

When the masters finished eating, they enjoyed their coffee, while Dad and I cleaned up the plates. I tried to sit down and eat my breakfast, but Dad shook his head no. "We wait until given permission," he said.

We went back into the dining room and waited in the kneeling position by our masters' feet until they chose to acknowledge us. But it was my mother who called us. I heard her voice coming from the living room. Our masters snapped their fingers down low, and we followed them crawling. If they'd wanted us to walk they would have snapped at their shoulder level. Mother had called using a mirror sending spell. Her image was reflected in the large mirror over the mantle.

"Good morning, Esther," Uncle Mordecai said.

"Good morning, Mordy" she replied. "I see that Remy has collared Micah."

"Yes ma'am," Remy answered. "He's still on a one-week contract, but I know he'll chose to go on."

"I suspect that you're right," she said. "I saw the signs when he was young."

"You trained him up right, ma'am," my master replied.

"I just want him to be happy. May I speak to him, Remuel?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "Anytime you want."

"Look at me Micah," she said. I looked up and she asked, "Are you happy now, Micah? Hecate knows that I tried, but I couldn't give you what you needed."

"Yes ma'am," I said, looking into her eyes. "I think I've always wanted this."

"I'm sure that's what you're thinking," she said. "I had your aura tested the first time I saw you jumping to do whatever David told you to do. A desire for submission can be powerful, and it can take mant forms. Remember that you can always call me if you need to, but I can't break a magical contract, you will have to carefully consider your own desires when the date for your renewal comes up. The choice will always be yours and everyone will respect it.

"I don't really understand it myself. Your father is never happier than when he's obeying his superiors. He even enjoyed it when I gave him orders, even though he's at least as gay as you are. It seems strange to me that two of my three sons would be so like their father.

"I love you, son. Remember to think about all your options before making your decision. These slave contracts aren't legal by mundane or magical law, but they are magically binding on those who swear to them. I can't stop you from choosing this life for yourself, but I need to know that you've thought about it very carefully."

"I love you too," I said. I was afraid to call her mom because I didn't want my master to kick my nuts again.

"Are you planning on Micah continuing to get his education?" she asked Remy. "He's my son and I won't have you limiting his choices so that he feels trapped into making the choice you want him to make. If I even get a hint that you're manipulating him in this way, I will pursue the matter in the Conclave, and you will wish that you hadn't."

"Yes ma'am," he said. "He's going to get straight As, and he's going to continue to master his magic. The thrill of owning a mage is that you control someone who could easily be doing something else. Otherwise, you may as well enslave a mundane."

"Speaking of which, Remy," Mother said. "Remember to protect the velamen arcanum. I heard that you skirted the law back in Manhattan."

Master smiled and said, "I skirt the law, but I don't violate it. Any mundanes I enslave won't draw attention to the magical world."

"Good," she said. "And be aware that I'm asking Sebastian to monitor the situation for me. If he's not satisfied with your behavior in this matter, he'll let me know."

She turned to Uncle Mordecai and said, "Mordy, I'm expecting you to keep an eye on the situation as well. To be frank, I need your assurance that everything's going to be kosher there. You and the men like you are walking a fine line with these contracts. I know that you're a war hero and have a lot of friends, but I can muster a lot of allies in the Conclave if push comes to shove. Your friends won't be happy if there's too much official interest."

"No need to be so officious about it, dear sister," Uncle Mordecai said. "I'm taking your concerns to heart, and Micah is my nephew too."

She pursed her lips and said, "I'm being direct because I feel a need. I don't need to remind you of the many conversations we've had on this matter over the years, nor do I need to remind you how you overstepped yourself in the past. Agatha Trent barred you from her house, Mordy, and her grandson is going to be my eyes and ears."

They continued to talk for a few minutes, but they were done with us. Afterwards we followed our masters upstairs to dress them. They allowed us to walk. Afterwards, we were allowed to eat our breakfast. It was still fresh thanks to the charm we'd used on them.

 

Sebastian

I didn't know why Mordecai Adler wanted to see me, but when a man with that much influence calls, you don't say no. I pulled up in front of his house for the second day in a row. His mailbox was at the curb, and I could see the wards he'd put up around the house with my mage sight. There was an aversion spell that kept mundanes from paying any attention to the house, and an alarm spell sophisticated enough to identify whether the caller was a mage, a versipellis or fey.

The door was opened by Micah Blume. He was naked except for a leather collar and leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He was also wearing a chastity ring. I was a little bit intrigued. I'd heard of them, but I'd never seen one. He also had a harness with a holster for his wand.

"Come in sir," he said with a blush. "Master Mordecai is expecting you."

I followed him into the living room. I'd never seen Micah naked before and his butt was pleasantly round. Custos Mordecai Adler was just using his wand to clear the words "mage (Sebastian Trent)" from the large mirror. His alarm spell must have been more sophisticated than I thought. Also in the room was a younger man, and another naked man who was kneeling with his knees spread and his eyes downcast. With his beard the younger man could have been my age (24 years old) or even a little younger. It was hard to tell. He resembled Mordecai, but with darker skin and fuller lips. I thought that he must be the custos's son who was three years below me at the Academy, so he was 21 years old. He looked mature. The other man had fair skin and light brown hair. He had the beginning of a bald spot on the crown of his head, but it was still covered with much sparser hair.

"Welcome to my home again, Sebastian," Mordecai said. "I don't know if you remember my son Remuel from school."

The younger man held out his hand and said, "You can call me Remy. I remember you as the handsome Student President of the Academy. I was a lowly freshman at the time."

"I do remember you," I said. "You've changed a lot."

"So have you," Remy replied. "You're even more handsome now."

If he was trying to make me blush, it worked a little. He had a look in his eye like he was appraising me or looking through my clothes. His eyes were deep and powerful, like his father. I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. I had no interest in kneeling naked at this guy's feet, nor at his father's feet. I noticed that Micah had assumed the slave position next to Remy.

"I called you here to inform you of the situation with Micah," Mordecai said. "Please sit."

I took a seat and so did Remy and Mordecai. "As you can see, my son Remuel has collared Micah," he said. "I can show you the contract if you wish."

I shook my head. "I don't need to see it, but I do need to make sure this is what he wants," I said.

Mordecai replied, "The contract isn't valid unless it's voluntary. It's a variation on the unbreakable oath."

"Do his parents know?" I asked.

Mordecai chuckled and said, "This is his sire." He put a hand on the head of the naked man kneeling next to him. Then he added, "It runs in the family."

"And his mother, Esther Blume?" I asked.

Remy broke in, "We spoke with her this morning via mirror sending. She knows."

I sighed. "I don't know why you're bringing me into this then. It seems like a private affair."

"You'll still be supervising him at school," Remy said.

I shook my head. "I won't be enforcing any special slave rules you may have. I'm not part of this ... thing of yours."

Remy looked like he was about to object, but Mordecai put his hand up. "You don't have to do anything you wouldn't be doing anyway. He'll have to keep a room in the dorms because the college requires all freshmen to live on campus, but he'll be here most nights, fulfilling his duties as Remuel's slave. You need to know everything upfront because you're the RA and it's better you're not left wondering what's going on. But Micah has been closely supervised all his life because he doesn't follow through on his obligations by his own diligence. You're being paid by my sister to keep an eye on him and make sure that he does his work in class. All I'm asking is that you do the same thing while he's on campus. But, you'll be sending reports to Remy, and Remy will make sure that he follows through."

It was too weird for me, but it was also a good connection. I had hopes of a Conclave sanctioned position myself in the future. Being on the good side of the Adlers would be helpful. Mordecai was very highly placed in the Custodes, and there were six Adlers in the Conclave, not including Esther who used her married name of Blume. They were oldbloods, members of the fifty families that ran the magical world. My own family was just as highly placed, but it never hurt to have more connections.

"I'll do it, so long as we're clear that I'm only monitoring him for attendance in class, and mandatory study sessions," I said.

Remy leaned over and kissed the top of Micah's head. "He'll be wearing the collar and cuffs on campus," he said. "I want your promise that he'll be safe. I don't want anyone taking advantage of my ... property."

The look on his face said that he cared deeply for his cousin Micah. I didn't understand this need to dominate other mages that some guys felt and having a mage who was magically bound to obedience would make me feel strange and uncomfortable. It was different with mundanes, but even then I never bound them to serve personally. I used domination spells only to further the needs of the magical community.

"I'll watch out for him on campus," I said.

"Thank you Sebastian," Remy said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'll send you a message when he comes on campus and when I pick him up for the day."

We chatted for a little bit longer, but I didn't need to hear more of their personal lives. I hadn't noticed it when I was a child, full of hero worship and deep in thralls of a childish crush on Mordecai Adler, but he was making me uncomfortable now with his deep stare, like he was undressing me where I sat. I didn't want to be put in this position, but there must be a reason that Esther Blume brought me into this. I was going to have to talk to her about it, and then I was going to have to talk to my grandmother.

I was interested to discover that Mordecai would be starting a field office for the Custodes here in Severan. That would stir the nest a little. Kentucky was no man's land, a covert battlefield between the mage dominated north and the vampire dominated old confederacy. And the Appalachians was a playground for the versipelles of all types except the wererats (they preferred the cities): werewolves, were-pumas, were-raptors and even less common types. We needed them, but I hoped the custodes wouldn't provoke a reaction from any of the groups when they came to town.

As I drove back to campus, I thought about Kyle. If Micah had asked to be a slave, more power to him, but Kyle hadn't asked. Nico had enslaved him against his will, and I had allowed myself to be trapped by Nico into promising not to interfere. But I'd been thinking like a mage. It was time to think like an elf. I couldn't interfere, but I could give information and encouragement to others. I was going to find time to talk to Kyle and I was going to find some way to free him from Nico's clutches. I'd half-hoped that Ezekiel would take him, but Kyle wouldn't fit in as one of Ezekiel's femme boys. No. There had to be someone else. Clarissa would maintain that it wasn't my job, that I was matchmaking for the boys again. Maybe she was right. In a weird way, she was the dorm father, and I was the dorm mother. I couldn't stop myself from being drawn into their personal lives.

And at the back of my mind, I kept thinking of Micah Blume. Remuel Adler seemed cold and domineering to me. I was thinking about Micah playing video games with the boys and running around with the twink trio as they were called. He was 19 but was he mature enough to make this kind of decision. I knew that Mordecai wouldn't let his son use magical coercion, and I was pretty sure that the ritual contract wouldn't work under those circumstances anyway, but there were more ways to manipulate someone than magic. And Remuel had tried to use his coercion on me. He may be a hotshot enchanter, but I was kickass diviner, and I'd noticed how he's used a spell to enhance his presence, his charisma, whatever you wanted to call it. Could a spell to boost personal charisma so that the caster could amplify his natural persuasion fool a magical ritual like this magical slave contract?

I didn't know, but I was going to find out.

 

Ethan

I had finished my lessons with Clarissa, and she walked me to Sebastian's room. I told her that I could walk on my own, but she insisted that Sebastian "had me on a leash and she wasn't going to let me go." I was hanging around waiting for him to get back. I'd done all my homework already and I was bored. He didn't have a television or anything like that. I wandered around the room looking at things. He had a shelf that my eyes wanted to slide past, but I made myself look at it. There were a lot of trophies. He had a genius award from his high school for holding a 4.0 GPA for all seven years; it was engraved with the words "Sebastianus Trentis, Septimformus Genius". He had an award for being student president. He had awards for being on the winning mageball team for three years. There were others.

I didn't want to snoop in his desk drawers, or his chest of drawers. Then I saw the briefs he'd been wearing earlier, lying on top of the hamper. I pulled them out and lifted them tentatively to my nose. I could smell his sweat mixed with another scent that seemed almost spicy or like cologne. My dick started to twitch when I inhaled it. It was coming from the pouch of his briefs. I lay down on the bed, held them to my nose and started to breath more deeply. It was like my muscles were relaxing and my penis was getting warm. My butthole twitched.

I didn't hear Sebastian come into the room, and I didn't see him because I had his briefs over my face. I kept inhaling and rubbing my dick though my pants. I was reaching down to push my shorts down when I felt a weight on the bed and a hand on my wrist. I felt an electrical discharge flow through my arm into the hand, but it didn't let go.

Then I heard Sebastian's voice. "Marvin said that you're supposed to have someone else do that for you," he said.

He pulled the shorts off my face, and I was in shock. My ears turned red, and my face blushed. I was so embarrassed that tears sprang up in my eyes and I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't ... I wasn't ... I ..."

Sebastian pulled me into his arms and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm not angry. I thought it was cute. Seriously cute."

He started kissing my temples and hugging me. I started crying more, and he said, "Calm down golden boy. I'm holding you in my arms now, and everything will be okay. No one is angry; there's no reason to be sad."

He kissed me gently, not like a lover, but like a little kid, every time he finished the refrain, then he did it again. I was feeling like a child right now. When I finally stopped crying, he lay down on the bed next to me and held me. "You know that I wasn't upset that you were sniffing my shorts, don't you?"

I nodded. And he said, "You weren't crying about that were you?"

"No," I mumbled against his chest.

"Can you tell me?" he asked, brushing the hair back from my brow.

I sniffled and said, "My dad was killed by a werewolf, eight years ago. My mom abandoned me that same night, but I thought she was killed. My dad's brother took me in, but he never held me like you did, neither did Aunt Joann. I thought I'd done something and that you were mad, and then you weren't. When you hugged me, it reminded me that no one had hugged me like that since my mom left. But I wasn't sad. I was happy and I started crying because I was so happy, and I couldn't stop, and I knew I looked like a baby."

Sebastian pulled me up onto his chest and kissed me gently, then more insistently. I felt warmth spread from his lips down through my body. "You're my golden boy," he said. "When you're sad or when your lonely or just when you feel like a hug, I want to be there to give it to you. Don't worry about how you look. I don't think you look like a baby when you cry; I think you look like a beautiful boy who is need of affection."

We lay there for a while, me resting on top of his chest, him holding me tight. My dick got so hard I knew he could feel it. He rubbed my butt through my pants. "Marvin says I have to give you an orgasm three times a day," he said. "I told him that I would suffer through it if he insisted it was necessary. I didn't want him to know that it was all I could do to stop touching you in the first place."

I smiled at him and replied, "I don't want you to stop touching me, and I want to be able to touch you all the time, too. I think I may have daddy issues."

Sebastian smacked my butt hard. "I am not old enough to be your daddy, boy," he snarled, but broke into a laugh immediately. I'm seven years older than you, just seven."

I gave a little whine and said, "I'm sorry. Would you please let me have an orgasm now?"

Sebastian waved his wand and said the magic words. Our clothes flew off both of us and landed in the hamper. I was grinning and gave a little laugh.

Sebastian said, "I love the fact that you get so excited over simple magic."

I wrapped my arms around his chest and squeezed him as hard as I could. "It's not the magic that has me grinning now," I said. "It's the fact that your dirty clothes and my dirty clothes are mixed in hamper. I don't know why that makes me happy, but I like the idea of our underwear touching."

"You're a weird but sexy kid," he said.

Then he sat me up on his legs and scooted back against the wall, so we were sitting up on the bed with our penises next to each other. His mouth latched on to mine. I think he bruised my lips, but I was loving it, all of it. I loved his tongue in my mouth and I loved his beard on my smooth face. I had my arm around his neck. He had one arm around my waist, his hand gripping my side, but the other hand was wrapped around both our hard cocks at once. My storm sigils were glowing.

"You're excited," he said, kissing the marks on my chest.

"Heck yeah," I said. "I'm on fire."

I could hear the crackle of static electricity. "You're always on fire, golden boy," he murmured against my thin chest.

He squeezed both our penises in his hand, and I started moaning. His hands were strong and soft, a scholar's hands. It wouldn't take long for me to cum. I was already to blow because I'd been rubbing myself before he came in. "I'm going to cum really soon," I said.

"It's okay, sweet thing," he said. "Cum when you're ready."

He was stroking us slowly, but firmly, and I was feeling a slow but steady pressure growing in my cock. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure through my body. My breathing was growing shallower, and my butthole was clenching. My sigils were flaring and sparking.

"I'm going to cum soon too, pretty boy," Sebastian said. "See if you can hold off for another minute or so."

I ran my hands through his chest hair. It wasn't thick, but it felt nice. My fingers brushed oved his nipples and he gave a sharp intake of breath, so I grabbed them with my fingers and squeezed them gently. "That's it, baby boy," he said. "Keep it up."

I was happy that I'd found something he liked, so I twisted them again. That earned me a moan from him. "I can't hold it anymore," I yelled. "I'm cumming!"

I shot cum all over his hand both our groins. Lightning arced from my body to his. He stroked us both for a few more seconds and then his cock exploded and his cum joined with mine. He held me tight while I continued to spark. With ragged breath I said, "Thank you. That was amazing."

"Have you tasted your own cum?" he asked.

I shook my head and said "No".

He dipped a finger in the pool of cum and lifted it to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked the sticky fluid. The taste was interesting, a little sweet and a little musky. I sucked the finger into my mouth and cleaned it off.

"That was good," I said.

He dipped his finger and held it up for me again. He did that again and again until I'd eaten it all. Then he said, "I'm going to clean us up so I can take you shopping."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he said, "but it's someplace magical."

 

Micah

After Sebastian left, Dad and I were commanded to make a lunch, steak burgers and fries for three, grilled chicken breast for three and salad for six. Everything was to be ready at noon. Dad sent me to get the meat out of the freezer. "Let me show you some useful spells for cooking," he said.

He traced a pattern in the air with his wand while intoning a simple chant. Then he tapped the steak. It defrosted immediately. Then he took it out of the package and showed me a more complex transformation spell. The steak rippled and twisted on its packaging. Some of the fat was pushed to one side, while the remaining fat and the meat was ground together. Another spell separated the meat into three 1/3-pound burgers and a larger mound. A final spell made the plastic wrap the meat had come in rewrap the meat and seal itself around it. The phrase "ground steak, 1.23 pounds" appeared in large black block lettering. Another spell refroze it into a solid lump. I was amazed at his talent with magic. I'd never realized that Dad was such a good magician. Apparently, his magic was very useful and utilitarian.

I put the meat back into the freezer and watched Dad as he performed more practical magic. He showed me how to animate knives safely to cut the vegetable. I knew simple animation spells, but this required finer control. Dad knew a lot of recipes. He mixed spice blends for the burgers and for our chicken breasts. He also made a fresh salad dressing with vinegar, lemon juice and olive oil, plus freshly chopped herbs.

"We'll cook it the mundane way," he said. "The taste is usually better."

He had me squeeze some fresh fruit juice and combine it with champagne to make a punch. That was for the masters. Slaves only drank water, but we were allowed to add lemon slices to it. Dad was really good at his job. He had everything prepared at noon exactly. We used the freshness charm to keep everything at the correct temperature for eating.

Our guests didn't come by car. They use a translocation spell to arrive in the upstairs room with the magic circle. I was surprised when David and Jonathon came down the stairs. They were my older brothers, twenty-one year old twins. I'd seen very little of them in the last three years because they were both doing advanced work at the Healer's Academy and only had one visit home per year. Both had medium olive skin tone like me, but they were nearly six feet tall. David had collar length hair, while Jonathon's fell past his shoulders. It was gathered loosely behind his head and bound with a silver hair clasp. He also wore large hoop earrings that looked like snakes going through his earlobes with the head biting the tail.

Because he was wearing no clothes, I could also see that Jonathon's nipples were pierced with smaller hoops of the same fashion and his penis was bound with a ring like mine and dad's. He wore a collar, and cuffs on his wrists and ankles, also like me and Dad. His body was hairless and smooth, as was his face. David had a neatly trimmed beard. Dad and I dropped to our knees near our masters. Jonathon dropped to his knees near his twin brother.

"I see that you collared my baby brother, Remy," David said. "I tried to get to him before you could, so I could have both my submissive brothers under my control, but Mom said not to be greedy. I think the incest still bothers her. I'd hoped she would get over it by now."

He and Master Remy hugged one another and then David hugged Master Mordecai as well. The masters retired to the dining room to catch up and we three slaves served their lunch and then took our places beneath the table to service their cocks while they ate. It was a surreal experience. Of the four men in my immediate family, three of us were wearing slave collars. The masters took a long time for lunch, and I was able to hear what they were talking about, although I couldn't join the conversation.

David and Johnny (that's what David called his twin brother) had both earned their Advanced Healer's certification, and they worked as a team. In the workplace, Johnny appeared to be Master David's extremely deferential assistant, but when not at work he remained naked and kept house. Master Mordecai seemed as surprised as me to find out that their sexual relationship began in their dorm room at the Academy in their sixth-grade year, but that Master David had increasingly assumed dominance over his brother as the years went on. They were playing at being master and slave by their junior year at the Academy, but they couldn't make it magically binding until they turned eighteen in their senior year. Johnny had offered to make the contract last longer, but Master David insisted that they follow the normal protocol and renew every year. He also insisted that it made it sexier for Johnny to resubmit every year to his control.

They would be staying at the house for a day or two while they looked for their own place. Master Mordecai offered for them to move into his house where the security was better, but David explained that they were going to need space for their healing clinic. They would be treating supernatural patients, but they would also see mundanes in their guise as naturopathic healers. Unlike most naturopaths, they would be able to heal their patients because their techniques would be backed by Academy training.

After lunch we all retired to the living room. Master Remy led me over to the coffee table and had me lay on my stomach across the table. It was taller than I expected, and I had to crouch instead of kneeling. He attached the cuffs on my wrist and ankles to the legs of the table and pulled my flaccid cock down between my legs so that I wasn't lying on it.

"I wanted the two of you here when I broke my slave for the first time," he said. "Micah, have you ever had a man fuck your slave hole?"

"No master," I said.

"Good," he said. "Today you will lose your anal virginity to your master, while the slaves watch. Look up at my father Mordecai and my cousin David. When they are here, these men will also be your masters. And these other two boys are my father's slave Vickie, and my cousin's slave Johnny."

"Yes master," I said. Then I acknowledged the others by their proper titles: Master Mordecai, Master David, Master Mordecai's slave and Master David's slave. I knew that I had to call them that, no matter how casual others may speak of fathers and sons and brothers, but in my mind I knew that I would always think of them as my father and my brother.

Master Remy knelt behind me and fingered my ass. I was still magically lubed from the spells Dad had taught me this morning, but Master Remy cast them again on me. I guessed he didn't want to risk any uncleanliness.

"Usually, I will try to take you in such a way that you can enjoy it too, not because you are entitled to pleasure, but because I will enjoy fucking you until you spill your seed, knowing that my cock is powerful enough to fuck your slave seed right out of you. But today is your breaking day. I'm going to be rough and I'm going to be brutal. Then I'm going to have my two relatives fuck you in the same way. And afterwards I am going to spank you until your little slave butt is red. You need to understand that being my slave isn't about your own pleasure and mental satisfaction. It's about pleasing your masters and understanding that you are now my property," he said. "You didn't even have the sense to put a proviso in your contract that I couldn't sell you."

I was getting nervous. I didn't think that my master would sell me. I thought he liked me. He'd always been sure to fondle me when no one was looking while we were growing up. And I'd been sucking his cock for years. I also hadn't expected to be used by my brother and Master Mordecai. It was kinky, and my flaccid cock tingled at the prospect.

I shoved a butt plug with a narrow neck into my mouth. "Keep this in your mouth until one of your masters takes it out," he said. It was big enough to stretch my jaw when it went in.

Then he went back to fingering my ass. I'd hoped that my first time would be a gentle fuck from my master, but he worked his way from a single finger up to three in a very short time. Then he pushed his cock into me without a word. I would have screamed if it weren't for the butt plug in my mouth. As it was, I was groaning into it. He didn't wait for my ass to adjust; he started fucking me hard. The magical lube spell is much slipperier than any mundane lube, so he had no trouble getting inside me. In no time, he was pulling all the way out and pushing back in through my sphincter with little or no warning.

"After today, you will always remember the day you lost your anal virginity," Master Remy said. "And I'll always be the man who took it. This slave hole will be mine forever."

He was working hard to get his own orgasm, not worrying about mine at all. That strangely arousing feeling of my completely soft cock tingling had intensified, despite the pain. When he came, he announced it by slapping my ass hard and saying, "Now I've planted my seed inside my slave, and no one can deny that he is mine!"

Master David was ready to go as soon as Master Remy pulled out. I heard his voice whisper in my ear and recognized the hissing sound of a missaticum spell. "I love you Micah. I wish you hadn't signed a contract with Remy until we had a chance to talk. I didn't know he was going to do this to you."

Then he plunged inside me and started pumping. Master Remy had moved to my front. He pulled the butt plug out of my mouth and stuck his slimy cock inside. I tasted his cum and the juices of my ass. The magical lube spell had left no taste or slipperiness on his cock. Master Remy didn't cum in my mouth. He pulled out once his cock was clean and he put the butt plug back inside.

Master David had a large cock, not as big as Master Remy, but seven inches. I'd noticed earlier that he and his twin brother had cocks bigger than me and Dad. We were both right at five inches. We were both growers (although that wasn't going to happen now), while the twins were showers. My cock was tingling like mad with Master David in my ass. He seemed to hit my prostate every stroke, and unlike Master Remy seemed to be trying to give me pleasure.

"You were always a cute little thing, Micah," my brother said aloud. "You were always so eager to please, so eager do whatever you were told. You always seemed to enjoy taking orders. I was hoping to take you into my household, but Remy got to you first."

The missaticum spell couldn't be heard outside the ear of the target. David used it to speak to me again. "I would have made sure that you understood what you were doing. I still can at the end of the week."

He started slapping my ass with each stroke. It hurt like heck because he wasn't being gentle, but each stroke made my ass clench on his dick, and the feeling of my ass clenching while a dick was in it was incredibly arousing. Soon he pumped his load inside me as well. Then he moved over to my face and pulled the plug out. "Suck my cock, slave brother," he commanded with a firm tone but a kindly smile.

I fell to the task with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, I didn't see Master Mordecai's ten-inch cock, but I felt it when it punched inside of me. I was stretched impossibly tight by its girth. Tears were running down my cheeks because of the pain of this penetration, but the tingling in my cock grew stronger. As Master David was pulling his cock out and shoving the butt plug back inside my mouth. That's when I felt what I thought was pee pouring out of my cock. More came out with every thrust.

"The little slave bitch is cumming," Master Mordecai announced as he pulled out. He took his place at my mouth, and I cleaned him off, although I couldn't come close to fitting all ten of his inches inside without choking.

After the three masters had fucked me, Master Remy took a paddle and began spanking my butt. I loved it when someone used their hand to warm my ass (Oliver had loved to do it), but this was different. He was hitting my ass hard, and he wanted to make it hurt. I was crying around the plug. Tears and snot were pouring down my face. When it finally stopped, my ass was numb.

I expected to be released after the spanking, but Master Remy announced round two, and the men began their cycle of fucking me again. First Master Remy, then Master David and finally Master Mordecai. I cleaned each cock after it had fucked me. They enjoyed a total of three rounds, meaning I was fucked nine times. They spanked me again during each break in the cycle. When they finally released me, I was made to clean up the massive puddle of cum that had poured out of my cock. Then I was pushed face down onto the ground, and my ashen faced father was made to eat the cum from my ass. He did it because he was a slave, and he had no right of refusal.

We ate lunch once my "breaking" was finished.

 

Sebastian

I used magic to clean me and Ethan up and then we got dressed. I put on a variation of what Ethan called my "nerdy professor" outfit with a button-down shirt, a twill jacket, and Levi's 501 jeans. Ethan was wearing another pair of shorts and a t-shirt that read "Jones Island Beach". We both wore deck shoes without socks.

"We're going to go back to my grandmother's house because I can't get straight to Nexus from here," I said. "I want to remind you that my family can be very judgmental, so try not to be offended if they say anything rude. There's another circle I could use, but I can't take you there until I register you with the Lodge."

Ethan nodded his understanding and then asked, "Why won't your family like me?"

I put my arms around his shoulders and replied, "They're insufferably arrogant and entitled. They may say something because you don't come from one of the Fifty Families that basically run the mage community in the United States and Canada. The Trents, my father's family, has been here since 1723, and they were a minor branch of a family that was important in the mage community of England since the 12^th century. There have been several Trents in the Conclave since its founding in the 1760s and there have been three Trents to hold the position of Speaker of the Conclave.

"They may look down their noses because you're not wealthy, or of the correct social class. They'll sneer for sure at the fact that you're a foundling mage and weren't trained in the Academy. A Trent was the third Dean of the Academy, you know. You'll never see them sneering at you because they're ever so polite, but they're masters at it.

"They'll also find it inappropriate that we're dating because you're too young for me and they may think you're after their money. Behind closed doors, they'll bemoan the fact that I'm not ambitious enough to have made a match with one of the other major families of New York, or even a Wu from San Francisco or Chicago or even one of the San Francisco Orlovs. You see it's mostly me they'll be judging, and you'd just be caught in the crossfire."

"They won't be upset because we're gay?" he asked.

"Certainly not," I said. "There's a long tradition of gay mages. My own father dated men from the Sterncastle and Ortiz families before settling down with my mother. My grandmother's brother was Julian Meijer, the head of the American legation in the Magerium, the international governing body for the magical world, and he was as gay as I am."

I hugged him tight to my chest and kissed his forehead reassuringly. "But none of that matters to me. And none of it will matter to my mother or any of her family. The Ambroses are an older and even more prestigious family than the Trents but they have less money and aren't such arrogant snobs. We're talking about my family. I didn't choose them, but they are who they are, and I even love them when we're not in the same room."

I saw the look on his face, like he was feeling lost and confused, so I kissed him on the lips and held his face. "None of that matters to me at all," I said. "I'm lucky enough to have a sister who's better than me in every way in their eyes. She sits in the Conclave with the other eight Trent members. She puts up with them, so I don't have to. She'll also love you by the way. And once I register you with the Imperial Lodge, we'll be able to use that circle and we don't have to put up with my father or grandmother on every trip."

He wrapped his arms around me and nodded. His sigils were glowing faintly under his t-shirt, so I knew he was aroused or anxious. From his aura it was mostly the latter. I kept one arm around him and performed the translocation spell that took us to the circle in my grandmother's basement. I touched the sigil by the door to let us out of the secure room and sent a quick message to my mother, telling her I wouldn't be here for lunch, but Ethan and I would be here for dinner. She'd insisted that I stop by on my next visit.

We managed to get out of the house without being seen, and I took him to the lodge, an older building located in the Village. It had a sign near the door that read "Imperial Lodge" but there was no indication as to what it could be. The building was protected by an aversion spell that kept mundanes from paying it much attention and the door was mage locked but opened for anyone who was registered with the lodge. The lobby inside had a directory and an information desk. I had to sign Ethan in and take responsibility for him while he was there. But I knew where we were going.

I took him first to the membership office. As a mage and a resident of New York he was automatically eligible. After about an hour of questioning, the clerk processed his paperwork and entered him in the list. Since he was a foundling mage, he qualified for the foundling allowance of 16 gold aurea (one-ounce coins used by mages in America). In today's economy, that translated to nearly $30,000 dollars. He had to pay one aureum for the registration fee and a sigil ring to show membership in the Imperial Lodge.

Then I took him to the Nexus. On the first floor in the lodge, there was doorway surrounded by a marble facade covered in arcane symbols. An attendant sat behind a desk. She was reading a book, but she looked up when we came in. "Do you need a portal to the Nexus?" she asked.

"We're just checking in," I replied. "I can open the portal myself."

It was considered proper to open the portal by yourself if you could. The attendant was present in case a mage didn't have sufficient power or skill to open the way. My father had made me learn the spell, even though it had limited uses. The portal to the Nexus could only be opened from a prepared doorway.

Ethan and I both touched our sigil rings to the great sigil to the right of the doorway so that a record would be kept of our passage, then I cast the spell that opened the portal. The doorway filled with mist and then cleared to show a cobblestone street lined with buildings. The sky overhead was dark, but softly glowing lamps made the streets bright.

We were walking across the greenway, a forty-foot-wide grassy area between Outer Ring Street and the Wall. Ethan was looking around in amazement. The sky didn't really look like a sky so much as it resembled a smooth cerulean blue ceiling more than a thousand feet in the sky. There was no sun, but the Nexus was lit as if it were twilight.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"The Nexus exists outside the world, but it connects to it at certain points, like the Imperial Lodge in Manhattan," I explained. "It's the safest place for mages, since each entrance is protected, and the portal can't be opened except by the correct spell."

"What's it for?" he asked, his eyes still taking in the magical townscape.

"Some mages live here, but it's mostly shops and official buildings. It can hold more people than it does. Each of the fifty families has a large townhouse here. We're going to visit some specialty shops to get you some materials you need for magical training, but first we're going to get lunch," I said.

I put my arm around him, and we walked up the street. "This is New York Street," I said. "Most of the shops here are connected to New York City and the surrounding areas. We get real New York style food all the time. Do you want barbeque, Chinese food, what?"

"Barbeque or Mexican," he said.

"Let's go to Austin Street, then," I said. "The tacos are pretty good, but the barbeque is amazing."

Outer Ring Street went all the way around the Nexus, just inside the greenway. We walked to our left, past Seattle Street, and the delicious smell of coffee. Halfway between Seattle and San Francisco Streets we passed a secure portal in the Wall that was surrounded by buildings in a Japanese style. Between San Francisco Street and Austin Street we passed another secure portal with building that had Spanish signs on the walls.

"If you'd chosen Mexican food we'd have stopped someplace here," I said. "That portal connects to the Mexican Nexus. Next up will be Austin Street and there's a great place that serves barbeque there."

Ring Street wasn't a ring. It was the outer perimeter of an octagon with each side almost 1500 feet long. When we reached Austin Street, we headed inwards. The buildings along this street had an American Victorian look, like some of the historical neighborhoods in Austin. Right where Austin Street met Inner Ring Street, there was a restaurant called Casa Colorado.

Ethan looked up at me with a puzzled expression on his face. "I thought this street was supposed to be connected to Texas, not Colorado," he said.

"It's named after the Colorado River, not the State of Colorado," I said. He was going to say something else, and I put my finger on his mouth and said, "The Colorado River in Texas, not the one between Arizona and California."

We went inside the restaurant and ordered too much food. It was delicious, tangy, and spicy, served with Texas style beans and cornbread. We were in a corner booth, so I licked the sauce off his lips. He was grinning at me and then he laid his head down on my shoulder. I sat there holding him while I finished my sweet tea.

Once we were done, I took him to a shop to buy a wand. That cost another aureum, leaving him with 14. Then I took him another shop where we looked at magical jewelry. I held up a cameo with a silver backing, showing the ancient god Serapis on the front. "That's like yours," he said. "What is it?"

"It's a Serapis medallion," I said. "This one protects you against both mundane diseases and mundane poison. If you buy it, you won't get sick, you won't have BO or bad breath, and you won't accidentally get food poisoning. Most mages are given one as a gift when they're very young and keep it all their life."

He was excited. "I'll buy it," he said. He was looking at various rings and bracelets. Most of them were more expensive than the Serapis Medallion, which was 2 aurea. He did finally decide to buy a bracelet that would allow him to pick objects up at a distance. It cost another 2 aurea. He had ten remaining.

I took him to a mage supply store and showed him some things I considered essential. He chose a silver stylus that could write in black, blue, red, purple, green and white. It could write on any surface in different thicknesses, and it could erase its own writing and mundane writing. He also bought a spell journal to record his magical notes, and two books called Common Spells of the First Order and Practical Spells volume one. The total came to 2 and 1/8 aurea. Once upon a time, there was a fixed rate of exhange between gold aurea and silver argentes, but the modern commodities market required the rate of exchange to vary. Today there were 88 argentes to the aureum when you were "buying" argentes or 96 to the aureum when you were "selling" argentes. So, he gave the cashier 3 aurea and got 77 argentes in change. He spent another 3 aurea to buy a new backpack that could hold 36 cubic feet of stuff without any weight. He had 4 aurea and 77 argentes remaining.

The last store I took him to had mundane clothes that were enchanted to remain clean and wrinkle free. He bought two pairs of Levi's jeans, two pairs of cargo shorts, two pairs of sexy briefs (one baby blue and the other red with black trim) and five t-shirts in bright colors. His total came to 2 aurea. I came up to him and said, "You don't have any clothes for fancy functions, and you may need an outfit. I haven't bought you anything all day, so I was hoping you'd let me buy you a suit."

"I've never had a suit," he said. "I've got only 2 aurea and 77 argentes left."

"I want to buy one for you," I said, "maybe something casual and something fancy."

He was smiling at me again. "You want me to look sexy when I meet your parents," he said. "Don't you?"

I hugged him and kissed him. "I think you're sexy all the time," I said. "You're sexy enough that I was ready to take on a pack of werewolves so I could have you. But I would still like to buy you some suits."

He was agreeable, so I took him to the suit section. They were premade, but the staff could alter them while we waited. He insisted on getting an outfit like mine, complete with a blue bowtie. I also talked him into a charcoal gray casual suit and a dark blue tuxedo. I didn't let him see the price tag. He wanted to wear the "nerdy professor" suit out of the store. While he was getting dressed, I noticed that he was wearing the sexy blue briefs with the little pouch in the front.

"I'm wearing this for later," he whispered and waggled his eyebrows in a way that was more comical than sexy.

He wanted to buy a pair of vanity glasses that would let him see in the dark so he could have glasses like mine, but they cost 4 aurea. I bought them when he wasn't looking and slipped them into my pocket. He was always cute, but he was adorable dressed like that. When we got outside the store, I put the glasses on his face. Then I kissed his nose.

We walked with my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist. I led him to the Octagon, the forum in the center of the Nexus, then we walked up New York Street to the end of the road and went back into the Imperial Lodge. I translocated us back to my grandmother's home. We went up the stairs to the vestibule and ran into Tullius the butler.

"Shall I take your bags, sir," he asked. I was amazed all over again at how realistic he was. My grandmother could conjure servants better than anyone I knew.

"Sure thing, Tullius," I said. "Go ahead and prepare my room. I'm sure grandmother will insist that we stay the night."

I lead Ethan back into the salon and we took a seat. I pulled him next to me on the sofa and started kissing his neck. I could tell he was a little tense. "Are you nervous?" I asked.

"I've never been on a date; I've never had a boyfriend; and I'm about to meet your parents," he said. "Of course, I'm nervous."

I pulled him onto my lap so he was straddling my legs and we could kiss. Of course, we were making out when my mother came into the room. She sat down in the chair next to us. When I noticed her, I pulled Ethan down next to me on the sofa. "Mother, this is Ethan Lowry," I said, hugging him close to me. "He's from Riverhead out in Suffolk County. And Ethan this is my mother Cordelia Trent; she was born an Ambrose."

Mother leaned over and put one hand on Ethan's face. "You are a lovely boy, Ethan," she said. "Since my son has dragged you through our basement several times, I'm going to assume you can see through the veil."

"I brought Ethan to the city today so I could take him wand shopping in the Nexus," I said.

My mother's face lit up. She was about to say something, but my father and his mother came in at that moment. Dad looked at me and Ethan and said, "Are you hanging around the schoolyards now, Sebastian?"

My mother gave him a dirty look and said, "Stop joking, Aurelius. The boy's name is Ethan Lowry and Sebastian has just finished taking him to the Nexus to buy himself a wand."

My grandmother's face brightened. "So, Ethan is a mage," she said holding out her hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Ethan, although I'm not sure I know any Lowrys."

"Ethan is a foundling, grandmother," I said. "A potentially very powerful foundling. He's on my floor at Severan College."

"Is that appropriate, Sebastian," Father asked.

My sister Aurelia had come into the room. She shook her head behind Father's back. "Let it go, Father," she said. Then she came over and pulled Ethan into an embrace. "I'm so happy to meet you, Ethan," she said. "And I'm sure that everyone here will love you."

Aurelia sat down on the couch, taking Ethan with her. Mother joined her and they sandwiched Ethan between them. Father sat next to me, and Grandmother regally sat in the chair Mother had vacated. We chatted about a lot of things. Aurelia and Mother kept bringing the conversation around to Ethan. They asked him what he liked to do and what he was studying. I found out more about Ethan sitting there in the salon than I had so far. He confirmed that he loved the beach. He was studying history and he liked mythology. He was taking a Latin class. That impressed my grandmother a little.

Dinner was impressive as always. Grandmother liked good food. Tonight, we had roasted quail with balsamic glaze, fingerling potatoes and grilled aubergine. Grandmother served pinot noir, but since Ethan was underage I joined him in drinking sparkling mineral water with lemon. There was cheesecake for dessert, and I annoyed Grandmother by sharing a slice with Ethan.

After dinner, we saw a show on Broadway before returning to the house. "I'll have Tullius make up a guest room," Grandmother said.

I picked Ethan up and started up the stairs. "That won't be necessary, Grandmother," I said. "Ethan will be sleeping with me tonight."

Before Grandmother could say anything, Mother chimed in, "Have fun boys. We'll wake you an hour before breakfast."

 

My room at Grandmother's house was still full of childish memorabilia which embarrassed me a little, but Ethan didn't seem to notice. When he stripped his clothes off, he was standing there in his sexy briefs, looking small and cute. I grabbed him and fell onto the bed with him. I wanted to take him right then. I wanted to go all the way, and I was never so glad that I'd refrained from alcohol. Otherwise, I would have thrown caution to the wind and just done it. We kissed and explored each other's bodies. His hands were hesitant, but I encouraged him to touch anything that he wanted. He spent several minutes just playing with my ears and then my chest.

"You smell good," he said, burying his face in my underarms.

I opened my arm to let him get a better smell. He touched my pits tentatively with his tongue. I let him explore whatever he wanted. He was obviously curious about my body. He stuck a finger inside my foreskin and touched the head of my penis, then he pulled it back. "Can I kiss it," he asked.

"You can," I said. "But I want us to take it slow. Kissing yes, but not sucking yet. We're just learning what makes the other feel good. If we start sucking each other, it'll get in the way of learning because you won't want to do anything else."

He kissed the head of my cock. He licked his lips afterward to taste the precum. Then he kissed my foreskin and worked his way down to my scrotum. His soft lips felt like warm silk on my skin. When he started rubbing his head on my abdomen, I said, "Can I touch you now?"

He crawled up next to me and I kissed his lips, then I kissed his eyelids. He was breathing hard. I kissed his neck on both sides, and then on his Adam's apple. His chest was next. He was thin, without a lot of muscles, but what he had was firm. I licked his hard little nipples. When he moaned, I nipped them gently. He giggled and said, "That feels good. Why does it feel so good?"

"Your nipples are very sensitive erogenous zones," I replied. "There's so much more to sex than just dicks and butts. Don't get me wrong. I want to have your lips on me, and I want to swallow your pretty penis. And I want to get inside of you more than you can imagine, but I want to show you everything else before we jump to our cocks. That's the easy answer."

I moved down and licked his navel, which made him giggle even more. I skipped his groin and moved to his feet. "Did you know that your feet are unbelievably cute?" I asked him.

"They're just feet," he said.

"No, they're not," I insisted. "They're your feet, and everything about you is cute and sexy."

I kissed his toes, then I sucked them into my mouth one at a time. This was having the effect I'd hoped, on both of us. I was ready to blow my load any second and his penis was leaking like hose. After I'd sucked each of his toes, I moved up and kissed his penis.

"I'm going to cum," he whined.

"Not yet," I said. I want to show you one more thing.

I pulled his legs up and moved my mouth to his butt. I kissed both cheeks then his perineum. He moaned louder than ever. Then I slid my tongue through his mostly hairless crack, and he moaned so loud I was sure my sister would hear us, but I didn't care. When my tongue touched his delicate pink hole, his cock exploded. I didn't touch it, I let it go. His hole was quivering against my tongue and arcs of lightning were playing across the walls, leaving scorch marks. The walls were enchanted against catching fire, so I had no worries there.

I moved up to lie next to him. I took his hand and placed it on my painfully erect cock. I started shooting as soon as his soft hand wrapped around it. I was going to clean it up with my wand, but he put a hand on my wrist. "Can I lick it off?" he asked. "I love the taste of cum, especially yours."

"Go ahead and do it, golden boy," I said.

He scooped his own up and quickly swallowed it down before moving to my groin and licking it clean. He was enthusiastic. When he climbed back up next to me, I kissed his cum flavored lips. We made out for a while then we cuddled up next to each other. He fell asleep in the crook of my arm, and I stayed awake for an hour or so, watching him sleep. He was so pretty he made my heart ache.

 

Nathan Blackwell

I woke up in the middle of the night and needed to pee. Karim was holding me in his arms, and I could smell his manly scent arising from his body. It made my skin tingle. He looked taller than he had been. I slide my hand down his hairy chest to his groin. His cock lay there in the soft moonlight that streamed in the window. He was a shower, so he his partially erect dick was already stretched out. It looked like it was bigger than before as well. I couldn't understand it. He seemed to be growing, like he was becoming even more mature than he had been before.

I slid out of his arms and sat on the bed. Of course, it woke him, and he sat up next to me and rubbed my neck and my shoulders. I let my head roll back and almost purred in pleasure. His hands teased their way down my body and then wrapped around me from behind.

"Are you feeling okay, Nathaniel?" he asked. He always pronounced my name "nah tahn YELL".

"I just need to pee, Karim," I said, getting out of bed.

He got up and wrapped his arm around me. "I'll go with you," he decided.

I smiled at him and said, "I can go to the bathroom by myself, Karim."

He rubbed my butt and kissed my ear. "It's my job to make sure you are always safe," he said. "I can't leave your side while you are carrying my son."

I hadn't been imagining it. He was taller than me. He held my hand while I was sitting on the toilet and stared into my eyes. His chest was also broader, and his features had become sharper. He stroked my hand and I noticed that his nails were longer and harder.

He saw my eyes looking him over and he said, "Yes, Nathaniel. Just as you are changing to bear my son, I am changing to better protect you. It is the way with the Daiwa clan. You are changing to become the perfect consort, and I am changing to become a man, a better protector. I am the youngest son of my father and his consort, but I am the first to become a bardaiwa, an alpha daiwa. My transformation isn't complete yet, but it will be when yours is."

I stood up and Karim moved in to take the toilet paper and wipe me clean, then he held my soft cock and gently dabbed away the remaining urine with a new square of toilet paper. He was taking care of me, like I was a child. Then he stood behind me and held my hands as he washed them. He must have grown three or four inches.

He kissed my neck and ran his hands down my sides. Every inch of my skin was reacting to his touch, every inch except for my penis. It remained soft, but his hand fondled it and I cried out in pleasure. It was like it was supersensitized. My knees started shaking as he touched it gently.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me back to our bed and lay me down. His fingers stroked my ass. It felt so good that I cried out, and I relaxed at his touch, allowing his finger to push inside my hole.

"Yes, Nathaniel," he said, "your sweet flower now opens at my slightest touch. It knows me and it knows that I am the man who owns it. And you are beginning to release your natural juices. A daiwa consort never needs lubricant. His body will make its own."

Two fingers were sliding inside me, and I was offering no resistance to them. "This is how it should be. The consort's body cries out for attention and the man's body responds."

He placed his cock against me and entered me. His cock was bigger. I could feel it, but the pain of entry had transformed into a sensation of pure pleasure. I could still feel the pain, but now it felt good. He stroked my soft penis again and I shuddered, my ring clamping down on him hard.

He smiled at me and said, "And your penis has become much more sensitive to my touch."

It was true. It was like it was enflamed with sensation almost as intense as an orgasm. It was the same feeling I got when I was on the edge, just before I came, but nothing happened until he hit my prostate. My entire rectum had become sensitive to the feeling of his cock, like it had as many nerve endings as the head of my penis had, but my prostate, like my penis itself now felt deliriously sensitive. Karim's fingers put me on the edge, but every touch of his cock against my prostate sent a wave of unbelievably powerful sensation through my body, and I could feel my seed oozing out with each thrust.

Karim caught it in his hand and then lifted it to his lips. He lapped it up like it was the best tasting thing in the world. There was no one point I could point to and say, "that was my orgasm"; instead, my body felt like it was orgasming with each thrust. And when Karim finally spilled his seed inside me, my whole body tightened. I screamed as I was lost in a wave of pleasure and then I went limp in his arms.

"And that, my consort, is how sex is supposed to feel between a bardaiwa and his consort," he said, brushing my hair from my sweaty brow. "And you will feel this as often as I can make love to you. This is your life now, Nathaniel. It will be a life of pleasure."

"I feel like my body has become a slave for your touch, Karim," I replied. "It's the most exciting thing ever, but it scares the hell out of me."

He pulled me to him and wrapped me in his powerful arms. I was a big man, six feet tall with a solid muscular build, but he made me feel small and protected. He rubbed my belly and kissed my lips.

"You've got it wrong, my love," he whispered. "It's not you who is the slave; it is me. You're changing me. I'm driven to protect you, but not just because you carry my son. Your body calls to me now and I am incapable of resisting you. It is the way of the Daiwa. I conquered you when I planted my seed within you, but you conquered me as well. You will see."

I fell asleep in his arms. Part of it was the sex. The powerful whole-body orgasm I had experienced had left me exhausted and weak. I fell asleep in his arms and had formless dreams of pleasure.

College Magic Cycle Characters

Faerie

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

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

Mages

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·         Reggie Delmar. A 20-year-old sophomore music student who likes Alonzo. They share a music class. He's a mage, but not a songmage. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

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

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

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

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

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

Mundanes (or Unknown)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·         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.

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

Others

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

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

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

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

·         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.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·         Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman.

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

·         Ivan Kovacs (Beta). 22-year-old who lives at the Wolf House. He's one of the Middlebourne werewolves.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·         Wilma Jackson (Beta).

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

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