Introduction
The College Magic Cycle is my first attempt at writing a story for
anyone else to read, even though I am a longtime reader and lurker.
Please be truthful but kind in your comments and feedback. You've
been very encouraging, and I appreciate it. (I love feedback and respond as
soon as possible to readers. I'm happy to discuss the characters and the
background of the story. It helps me to develop themes I haven't thought of
yet).
This is a fantasy story in two senses of the word. Not only is it
an erotic fantasy of four young men, but it is also a story of magic and the
fantastic. It may seem in parts to be non-consensual, but it isn't. My Roommate
the Alchemist the story of two young men who are not only compatible but
complementary. Each of them has traits that fully complement the other. It has
strong D/s themes, but it is a love story. Jason couldn't hurt Kieran if he
wanted to, and Kieran is drawn to Jason like a moth to a flame.
I am using an anonymous name and an alternate email because some
of the themes and situations in this story could easily be misconstrued if the
reader didn't understand that this is a fantasy. For this reason, it may take a
while to respond to any feedback, but I will get to it when I can. I welcome
suggestions from readers, but I am about five chapters ahead of what's been
published. Also keep in mind that everything Jason does to and with Kieran
derives from his love for him. [If you have ideas for more brutal scenes save
it for Elf Master when it appears later this month.]
This cycle includes two storylines that are currently being
published and another that will join it soon. The stories intertwine. See the
end of this chapter for details on the preferred reading order.
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Summary of Chapter 11
It would be best to go back and read chapter 11 if you haven't
done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
Jason had become too careful around Kieran, too afraid of his
breaking down mentally to enforce the rules of their relationship. He was
trying to be gentle, but his hesitation and gentleness made Kieran feel that Jason
was giving up on his because he'd failed somehow. Jason had to spank Kieran for
infractions of the rules in order to convince him that
he hadn't given up on him.
Jason measured Kieran again and Kieran had become even smaller and
lighter. The thing that disturbed him the most was that his penis had shrunk
two inches. He panicked and thought that Jason was "taking his penis away", but
Jason reassured him that he wasn't trying to turn him into a girl because he
wasn't attracted to girls.
Jason told Kieran that he wanted to keep him as his boy forever.
Kieran grumbled that he could walk campus without a guardian, but
Jason insisted that he be watched at all times. He
also informed Kieran that he had changed his schedule for him. He dropped Kieran's
biology course and changed his art class from beginning drawing to
intermediate. Jason added a panic button to Kieran's phone.
Jason talked in private to the art professor, filling him in on
Kieran's mental state, before kissing Kieran goodbye and heading for class. A girl
named Sally Minh sat next to Kieran in class and quickly took charge, telling
Kieran that he could be her GBFF this semester. When Kieran panicked because
she told him that a guy sitting farther back in the room was ogling him, she told
him she would protect him. He texted Jason to let him know about her. She ended
up walking Kieran to his next class.
Before his next class, he met Meghan, a friend of Drew's who was
going to watch him. She didn't seem to like Kieran and was a little rude, but
Kieran decided not to complain. After class she walked him to the psychology building
where he had to wait for Jason's class to end. There was a lounge, so Kieran
started drawing. He attracted the attention of two guys who began picking on him.
As the encounter became more unbearable for Kieran, he ran to the bathroom and
locked the stall door. He punched the panic button until Jason left class early
to check on him.
Jason told Kieran that he wanted him to see his uncle who is a
therapist. Kieran agreed. Then they grabbed a pizza for lunch and ate it on the
roof of the Student Union. Kieran insisted on being punished for breaking the rules
in their arguing. Jason agreed to give him a naked spanking on the roof but
told him that he liked spanking too much for that to be his punishment. He used
his alchemical spray to take away Kieran's orgasms and then he spanked him and
had him blow him. Kieran realized that he was able to focus entirely on Jason's
needs since he wouldn't be having an orgasm of his own.
In the room after their class, Jason supervised Kieran's studying
then went to put some shelves up over their bed. Kieran checked his phone and discovered
that his friend from high school had texted asking if Kieran was gay now. (He'd
seen the change in Kieran's Facebook).
Jason gave Kieran a special potion before bed that put him to
sleep.
Author's Notes
·
I've reached that point where I must slow down
publication of my stories, since I am catching up with what I have written. I
will still be publishing at least one chapter every week, but not three every
weekend. I'm shooting for one chapter every 3-4 days. I am only one chapter
ahead in each of the storylines I have going on.
·
My darker story Elf Master has started.
If you aren't into heavier BDSM, you may want to skip that story. Other than
sharing some background characters, that story does not intertwine with My Roomate the Alchemist and Wishcraft.
·
Small Town Slaveboy is on hiatus for now. It
will return, although I'm not sure if it will continue from where I left off,
or if it will be rebooted.
·
The Pack is a storyline about the
werewolves on campus (and possibly some other shifters).
· Please remember that Kieran is what is called an unreliable narrator. His story is told entirely from his point of view and he isn't always right in his assumptions about what other characters are feeling or thinking.
·
There is a complete list of characters in this
cycle at the end of the chapter. I will update it for future chapters when new
characters appear.
My Roommate the Alchemist Chapter 12 (Dream Session)
I was having the strangest dream where I was floating in a
hazy mist. Then I heard an unfamiliar voice calling my name. "Kieran Morgan,"
the voice said.
I replied, "I'm here."
The mist began to fade, and I found myself in a garden,
standing on a wooden deck next to a pond. There was a sweet smell in the air. I
looked around and saw a man taller than me with a brown face and Asian eyes. He
looked about as old as my Uncle Craig, but he had a kinder look on his face. He
had dark brown hair that came down to his ears and he was clean shaven. He wore
an outfit that looked like baggy trousers and a vest over a long tunic. He
walked over to me and held out his hand in greeting.
"Kieran Morgan," he said again. "I am Kamon
Zhang. Please call me Kamon."
"Call me Kieran, then," I replied. I noticed that I was
naked. My face turned red, and my hands moved down to cover my penis.
"Interesting," said Kamon. He gestured
for me to sit on a wooden chaise I hadn't seen before. "Your dream body
embarrasses you."
"I would have put on clothes if I'd know someone else was
going to be here," I said. "Although I have no idea where I am."
Kamon put his hand on my arm and
eased me down into the chaise. He sat in a wooden folding chair next to it.
"You won't embarrass me," he said. "This is your dream form. I would hazard a
guess that it is like your own body when you 12 years old."
I looked down at my small hairless penis. "I don't think
so," I said. "I removed my hair because ... um ..."
"Because Jason wanted you to do so," he said.
"Yes sir," I replied. I was suddenly uncomfortable calling
him by his first name.
"I thought so," he said. "But you are also shorter than my
own 5 foot 6 inches. Your dream body is small and immature."
"Does that mean something?" I asked.
"Of course, it means something," he replied. "It could mean
many different things. I am not sure which meaning it has for you. Not yet."
He seemed lost in thought for a moment, then he said,
"Before we begin, I must get some assurances from you. I am Jason's uncle, the
brother of his mother. He has asked me to be your therapist. Are you
comfortable talking to me about personal issues, knowing that I am related to
someone you know?"
"It's what Jason wants," I said. I had misgivings, not about
Dr. Kamon, but about seeing a therapist at all.
"I asked what you wanted," he said.
I thought about that for a minute then said, "I want what
Jason wants."
Kamon seemed to think about my
answer for a while. He stared into my eyes until I turned away. Then he
shrugged and said, "Amazingly enough, that seems to be true. You are miraculous
Kieran. Jason was not exaggerating. You may be the most submissive boy I've
ever met."
"I try, Dr. Kamon," I said.
Somehow using his title made me feel better about calling him by his first
name.
"No, you don't," he said. "You fight against your nature, at
least you always have in the past. You are still struggling to accept it."
He changed topics. "I am acting as your therapist, but I was
sent by Jason, or rather you were sent to me by Jason. I need to know what you
want me to tell him about our talks. I could tell him nothing. In one sense, it
is not his business. I could tell him everything. In a different sense he
deserves to know since he is the man taking responsibility for you while you
are actively giving it up to him. I could limit what I tell him to what you
tell me in the sessions. I could tell him everything that I find out through
whatever means, so long as it would be something he should know. Tell me your
choice."
I thought about it. I wasn't going to hide anything from Jason.
If he asked me I'd tell him anyway. But there could be some things we talk
about that he doesn't need to know. Things that could hurt our relationship. Jason
had promised to take care of me. He had promised that he would never hurt me.
I looked at Doctor Kamon and said,
"Tell him anything you think he needs to know."
The doctor looked at me like he was looking deep inside me,
into my soul. "Very well," he said. "You don't have to worry about Jason. He
has bound himself with his own alchemy. He can never willingly hurt you."
"He bound himself?" I asked. "I thought he'd used his magic
to bind me to him. I thought I was under some sort of love spell. I didn't care
if he was controlling me because I like being connected to him."
"He has used the Unguent of Lianje, a concoction he overuses to make mundanes see things his way. Oh yes, you think my nephew is perfect and incapable of mistakes. He is the most gifted alchemist since his grandfather and he may be the most intelligent young man I've ever worked with, but he is not perfect. If you hold him to that standard, he will eventually disappoint you.
"He used this unguent even after he measured the complement
factor between you. He knew that the unguent could have a reciprocal effect in
this case. I think he chose that course on purpose. I think he wanted to bind
himself to you."
"I fell in love with him so fast. Did he use a magic potion
to make me fall in love with him?" I asked, fearful to hear the answer. I didn't
want my feelings for Jason to be false.
"No," Kamon replied. "It was your
compatibility that did that. The unguent just made it happen faster. Rooming together
for the year, you would likely have found yourselves together in the end, no
matter what. But I can see in your mind that you have already asked Jason this
question. Did you doubt his answer to you?"
I was embarrassed that this question had even come up. I did
trust Jason, didn't I? I felt sick to my stomach whenever I doubted him. I
didn't like that I was questioning him or his motives. It made me feel like a
traitor.
"I'm not sure," I said. "I trust Jason, but ...."
"You don't trust yourself, so you don't trust your trust in
him," he said. "It's natural. I won't tell Jason because I don't think your
lack of trust is about him. I think that you don't trust anyone."
After the preliminaries, he asked me about the incident. For
whatever reason, I trusted him. I told him about my attacker, although I
couldn't bring myself to say his name. I told him about panic attacks and my
constant fear. We talked over this issue for a very long time. He probed my
feelings and made me uncomfortable. He told me that it was natural in attacks
like these that I blame myself, but that the blame wasn't mine. I'd been afraid
that somehow I'd sent a signal that made him think I wanted it.
He said, "The barriers you've erected over the years to protect your true self from harm and even from discovery have prevented you from being who you are on inside. You were afraid of people seeing the real you and rejecting you. That's why you hid.
"I could try to teach you some defensive techniques, but
that could get in the way of your current journey. They could help to build
more barriers between your two selves that can be just as destructive in their
own way."
He touched me lightly on the temples and said, "You are also a latent empath. This is a rare and beautiful talent, and I can see why you would have hidden it, growing up among mundanes. What I am going to do now is technically against the law of our people, but I do have some leeway as your therapist if I believe that there is a health emergency. In your case, I believe that is true. I will awaken the talent just enough to teach you a defense that won't build new barriers in your mind. I recommend that you seek more training later once you have finished your becoming."
"What is my becoming, sir," I asked.
"Jason has led you on an alchemical and psychological journey of becoming," he replied. "Your two selves are becoming one. I will talk to him about engaging in this journey without any support, but you can trust him to lead you. As I said, he can't harm you, or allow you to be harmed.
"Do you have other questions?"
"What's an empath, sir," I asked. "And what technique could
help me without setting back my training? Because I don't want to do anything
to interfere with that."
Kalom replied, "Empathy is one of the mental talents. An
empath can sense emotions. You already do that. It's how you've avoided fights
most of your life. It's another factor that drew you towards Jason. You could
sense how he felt about you. You likely questioned it, but you could sense it.
As for the technique, I will teach you how to focus on someone and project an
emotion. It will work best on those with whom you have a close and positive
relationship. You can focus on Jason, for example, and project your need for
help. He'll feel it and be drawn to you. This talent is known as calling,
and you should be able to learn it easily."
Kalom ruffled my hair and added, "Teaching you to fight
would be alien to your true self. It would build barriers. Teaching you to call
for a protector would align with your true self. It would reinforce your innate
submissiveness and help to bring it to the fore."
We spent some time with Kalom teaching me to focus my thoughts.
At one point he reached inside my mind somehow and reinforced the lesson at a
point where I had a breakthrough in understanding. This was so new to me. It
shook my whole worldview. I had thought of Jason as a magician only in a
metaphorical sense. On most levels I was still pretending his elixirs and
sprays were based on chemistry. It was like a veil had dropped from my eyes.
Kalom told me that we would meet again tomorrow. He would
tell Jason the time and Jason would send me to him again. After tomorrow, he
would likely see me once a week, more often if I needed it. I felt better. I
had learned how to call for Jason, and I felt like my faith in him was
justified. As my empathy grew it could work on others, but it would always work
best on Jason because of our complementary natures.
Jason
Uncle Kalom had taken longer than he'd said. It was midnight
when I felt his message in my mind telling me that his first session with Jason
was done. He filled me in on things he thought I should know. He chastised me
again for falling into tantric entanglement with someone I thought was mundane,
knowing the consequences. I didn't care. I did it on purpose. The more he fell
in love with me, the more I would fall in love with him. Kalom then informed me
that Kieran qualified as one of us on a small level and that he had lifted the velamen
arcanum from him. I would be free to discuss supernatural things with him now.
Then he advised me to find a mentor for Kieran once he had completed his
becoming. Like I would ever do anything that would harm him. I would find him
the best mentor because my beautiful and gentle boy deserved nothing but the
best.
I was grateful for Uncle Kalom, but he didn't understand
alchemy very well. I had found an alchemist's dream mate, someone who was complementary
rather than compatible, someone who was in so many ways my opposite. He would
be the white queen to my red king and together we would make something so
strong and pure that it would make us both more than were. Making gold from
base elements was a parlor trick for true alchemists. This joining of opposites
to make a thing of purity was the true goal of all alchemists from the dawn of
time.
I carefully detached the rose silver wands on each shelf
into their opposite red and white selves. Then I blew out the candles and
crawled into bed to hold my boy. White Sub and Red Dom. In my mind that would
trump Queens and Kings any day. I hadn't known that Kieran was a latent mind
mage, but it didn't surprise me in retrospect. A mind mage represented the mental,
while an alchemist represented the physical. Our complementary nature was
deeper than I had suspected.
Kieran
When the alarm went off, Jason's arm was still wrapped
around me. Usually he got up before me, but he must have decided to sleep in
this morning. For the first time it was me who was waking him up. I rolled over
in his arms, so I was facing him. I loved the look of his face. His prominent
high cheekbones and firm mouth made him look like a fierce warrior prince. He
was so handsome. My cock began to stir. I felt a little like his princess lying
in his arms, and that thought disturbed me.
I must have been frowning when Jason woke up. He kissed my
nose and said, "What's wrong, baby boy? I can see it in your face that you're
troubled, and you tensed up a moment ago. I can't sleep when my beautiful boy is
troubled."
"I'm having a problem, sir," I said. "I was just thinking
that I felt like a princess when I'm with you."
"And that bothers you because you don't like to think of
yourself as a girl?" he asked.
"Exactly sir," I responded. "I'm not a girl, and I don't
want to be a girl. And I like the way I feel when I'm with you, and then I feel
bad for liking the way I feel because it makes me feel like a girl."
Jason pulled me closer. He wrapped one arm firmly around my
shoulders and reached down with the other and took hold of my penis. He pulled
it next to his so that he held both his and mine in his hand. (Even he couldn't
wrap his hand around both of us, although his hands were bigger than mine).
"I don't want you to be girl either, Kieran," he said
gently. "I am a gay man. I like girls just fine, but I'm not attracted to them
in a sexual way. You can feel how hard I am. I wouldn't be hard if I thought
you were a girl."
He kissed me passionately and gently, then continued, "The
problem you are experiencing is because the English language has no way to
really express who and what you are becoming. We don't grow up with stories
about submissive boys and the men who love them. There are no children's
stories about beautiful princes and the knights who love them, so boys like you
are left without role models, and guys like me are left not knowing how to treat
their beloved."
"Don't think of yourself as a princess," he said. "Think of
yourself as that beautiful prince. Then I can be a gallant knight. The ancient
Greeks had better language for this. You are my eramenos,
my beloved; and I am your erastes, the man who
loves you."
"Thank you, sir," I said. "I think that might help."
"You did good to come to me with your confusion, my little
prince," he said. "It's my job as your knight-protector to help you figure it
out."
Jason began nibbling my neck and rubbing my butt. His other
hand snaked between my legs and stroked me between my butt cheeks. I moved my
butt against his fingers. I wanted him inside me, but I knew better than to ask
him about sex. I had to wait for him to decide and let me know. It's all
about him controlling you, said the unwelcome voice in my head. He wants
you weak so he can control you more easily. He is using fancy words to turn you
into a girl.
I ignored the voice until it went away. It sounded like my
Uncle Craig. It was like my subconscious mind was trying to come between me and
Jason. It was like it didn't approve of Jason and was using Uncle Craig's voice
because it knew Uncle Craig would never approve of him. He wouldn't approve of
me or what I was becoming either. It wasn't like he'd ever approved of me
before anyway.
Jason kissed me one more time and ran his hand down my side
to cup my butt. "It's time to get up. We have three hours before classes begin
and we've got things to do."
I followed him out of bed. While he was making tea and
setting out pills for us and our suitemates, I made the bed and went to the
bathroom to pee. When I got back, he had mine ready to go. The usual morning
ritual. I had to shit a few minutes after drinking the tea. Jason came in and
stood in front of me. That was my clue to drink his piss. I had come to the
point where I didn't mind drinking it most of the time, but in the morning it
was strong and bitter. I choked it down but didn't say anything.
I saw Jason looking into the bowl while I was wiping. There
was almost nothing there. Jason said, "I'm going to cut you down to once a day
on the Powder of Guanchang, in the evening. I
can add something to make sure it's not needed until then."
Then Jason led me back out into the room and took my
measurements. I was 68 and ½ inches tall, down more than a half inch from
yesterday. My weight was 154.4 pounds, meaning I'd lost about 5 more pounds. The
worst news was my penis. It was only 4 and 9/16th inches long and 3
and 5/8th inches in girth. That meant that I'd lost another quarter
inch. If he keeps this up, you'll be shorter than Erik soon, said that inner
voice. And no matter what he says, he is taking your penis away.
"How much smaller am I going to get, sir," I asked as he was
putting away his tape measure.
Jason come up behind me and wrapped his arms around me,
encircling my chest and arms. Most of the muscles I'd built up over the years were
gone. I didn't look like a jock anymore. I looked like I was still a teenager. He
was four inches taller than me, and I noticed that my hair was as long as his, about six inches and that it fell in loose
curls to my shoulders.
"We'll see when we get there," Jason said, kissing my neck.
"You were beautiful when we met, and you are even more beautiful now."
That's not an answer, said the inner voice. He's trying
to distract you.
"Sorry to interrupt you so early in the morning," Erik said. I noticed that his voice was deeper too. "But I have an early class this morning."
Damn he looked
good, I thought. His chest was broad and powerful, and his features had
become more masculine. I'd always thought his face had looked gawky and angular,
but no longer.
"It's not a problem,"
Jason said. "Your tea and medicinals are ready."
Erik slammed his and
said, "Sorry to run. Thank you for the drugs."
Alonzo said, "He has
a Linear Algebra class at 8:00 AM and he's always running late." Alonzo was
even cuter than before. I needed to get him to teach me how to do some things,
like dance and suck a big cock. I thought that he was a lot more worldly than
me. But he looked so sad this morning that I wanted to hug him.
He exhaled and
seemed to shrink in on himself a little. "Can you tell me how tall I am now,
sir?" he asked. "I think I really messed up."
I watched,
fascinated that Alonzo was also getting smaller. How many people was Jason
doing this to?
He had shrunk quite
a bit. His driver's license said he was 5 foot 8 inches tall and weighed 150
pounds, but now he was 5 foot 4 inches and weighed 125 pounds. Listening to
their conversation, I learned that Alonzo had asked Jason for something to make
him smaller. Then he hadn't followed the instructions and he'd overdosed on the
medicinal.
"When will it stop,
sir?" he wailed. At 5 foot 4 inches he couldn't afford to get much smaller.
Jason replied, "I
can't say for sure. I warned you about taking too much at once. I have no
control once you've taken it all."
Alonzo seemed to be
in shock. He made his excuses and left the room, with tears in his eyes.
Jason saw the look on my face, and he pulled me into a tight
embrace. I was shaking and Jason clearly saw something that concerned him in my
expression. He held me until I was breathing normally. I let myself collapse
into him. The muscular cage of his arms around me made me feel safe.
"you're going to be okay," he said, stroking my hair. Then
he picked me up and carried me to the bed and held me for several minutes. He
heaved a sigh and added. "I have been trying to figure out whether I should tell
you something. To make a proper decision, I must ask you a question. Are you
afraid of me?"
I didn't know how to answer him. I loved being with him, and
I didn't want to do or say anything that could jeopardize that, but I was
afraid of him, afraid of what he was doing to me. "No sir," I said. Then I corrected
myself, "Maybe a little, sir ... I don't know."
Jason replied, "I'm glad that you're being honest with me,
and with yourself. Now tell me what you're afraid of. I won't get mad at you."
He started to sit me down next to him, but I tightened my
arms around him, so he'd have to keep holding me on his lap. I felt small and
vulnerable, but despite my gnawing anxiety I felt protected and safe. He scooted
back on the bed instead so he could lean against the wall.
I wasn't looking at him because I knew I would have trouble
saying what I wanted to say if he could see my face. "I'm afraid of some of the
things you're doing to me," I said to his firm chest.
"The sex stuff?" he asked gently.
"No," I said. "Not the sex stuff, sir. The sex stuff is
great. I'm a little afraid of ... of you making me smaller. I don't know where
it's all going to end. And I want to do what you want me to do, but I'm afraid
because I don't know what's happening to me."
Jason just held me. I wanted him to tease me, to kiss me, to
throw me down on the bed and fuck me until I couldn't think straight, but when
he spoke I knew that he was holding me and not teasing me because he was trying
not to deflect my concerns. He was trying to address them.
"Do you still trust me," Jason asked, forcing my chin up so
he could see my eyes.
I stammered out, "I ... uh ...I want to, sir."
"Good," Jason said. "I'm going to tell you something that
you probably won't understand. It may not make your fears go away, but I hope
it will help you figure something out on your own. Are you ready?"
"Yes sir," I said.
"I'm not making you smaller, Kieran," he said. "Don't get me
wrong, I love it how you fit better in my arms every day, but I am not making
you smaller."
"I don't understand sir," I said. I was confused, bewildered
even.
"That's all I can say, right now," he said. "Do you trust me?"
"What about Alonzo sir," I pressed on. "You made him smaller."
Jason smiled and shook his head. "I'm not making Alonzo
smaller either."
"But he's getting smaller because of your ... your potions,"
I said. I wanted to trust him, but I wanted more information. "Did you give him
the same potion you gave me?"
Jason nodded gravely. "I did," he said. "And I trusted him
to use it according to directions. That was a mistake. I don't know if you've
noticed, boy, but our friend Alonzo is a little flighty. He took five doses in
two days and now he's suffering an overdose. But I'm not making him
smaller...Do you trust me?"
I wanted to scream at him to stop being so enigmatic and
just say what he meant. "I don't understand, sir," I said. "If it's not your
potion that's making me smaller, what is it?"
Jason seemed to be choosing his words very carefully. He
replied, "The Powder of Biantai is very
powerful. It can do many things." He took hold of my jaw and held my face so he
could look directly into my eyes. "I am not making you smaller, Kieran. Do you
trust me?"
I wasn't entirely comfortable with my thoughts. I felt like there
was an answer somewhere out there, within my grasp, but I couldn't see it. I
didn't understand what was happening. It was Jason's magic powder, but
he wasn't doing it. Nothing made sense. But a lesson from Uncle Craig kept
coming back to me. You may not understand God's plan, but that's alright.
You don't have to understand. You just have to trust in
Him. Was I comparing Jason to God now? It didn't matter. I had to make a decision for myself, and I wanted to trust Jason.
"Yes sir," I said. "I do trust you."
"Good," he said. "Trust without evidence means that you are
choosing to let go."
Jason kissed me, this time taking my mouth with his own, his
tongue entering my mouth like it was laying claim to it. He laid me down on the
bed and moved his mouth down my body, slow kisses making my skin come alive. As
he moved down, he gently bit my nipples, then moved down to my abdomen where he
teased my navel with his tongue. I started to giggle like a child.
Jason moved lower. He knelt between my legs and looked up at
me with a teasing smile, then he lowered his head and took my dick in his
mouth. No one had ever sucked my dick before. It had never felt any stimulation
other than my own hand, and recently Jason's strangely arousing flicking.
"Yes!" I screamed. "That feels so good! Oh my god, please
don't stop sir!"
His tongue swirled around the head of my cock and his mouth
applied a firm pressure. I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was sure I was
going to burst, but the orgasm didn't come. I was suspended right on the brink,
and it didn't come. Tears were pouring out of my eyes. I don't know how long
Jason kept me there, but eventually he let me slide out of his mouth.
He looked up at me with a knowing smile and said, "That's
one. You have one more punishment to go before I give you your orgasms back."
My breath was heaving, and my cock was throbbing futilely. I
opened my mouth to beg, but Jason put his hand across it. "Don't make it
worse," he said. "Being denied an orgasm is a consequence of asking me for one
instead of waiting for me to give it to you. You have one more consequence
coming. Don't earn more."
My chest was still heaving when he took his hand away. He
leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you, Kieran," he
whispered in my ear. "Don't ever doubt that."
"I love you too sir," I said, my voice a little hoarse.
"Roll over," he said.
I did and he pulled me to my knees with my head still
against the mattress. I cooed with pleasure when his mouth touched my anus. He
was gentle, like he always was. He teased the opening with his tongue, then
slowly eased it inside. I could feel him licking my insides. I was curling my
toes and clenching my thighs. Was this the second part of my consequence? I
hadn't imagined what this would feel like until Jason did it to me that first
time. I arched my back and moaned. Now having Jason eating my ass was my
favorite feeling. I like it even better than when he's sucked my dick earlier.
"You make me feel so good sir," I moaned.
When I had opened to his tongue completely, Jason stopped
his oral assault on my asshole and adjusted my legs until I was the exact
height he wanted. He lined up his cock and slowly entered me. I could feel that
I was still tight, but his cock stretched me out. I felt the pain, but it was
linked with an intense pleasure. I knew what to do now without being told, I
pushed out so that he would be able to enter me more easily. I could feel him
slowly invading my body. It hurt in a good way. I wanted to thrust back and
take him all the way in one thrust, but I trusted Jason to know what was best.
Soon he was all the way inside me. He felt bigger than before. No, I'm
smaller, I thought.
Jason's magnificent cock was fucking me now, each thrust
brushing my prostate both going in and pulling out. My cock was swollen again
after my last suspended orgasm. It was pulsing with every thrust. I would be
cumming if it weren't that damned spray of Jason's. But it wasn't going to happen.
I let it go and decided to concentrate on the cock in my ass. My mouth had
already learned its contours and textures yesterday, but now my ass was
learning the same thing. I learned to feel it's every twitch and vein, becoming
intimately familiar with its shape, but also with the nuances of its needs. I
felt it when his shaft began to contract, and I felt it when it expanded
suddenly, shooting his seed deep inside me. He came five times, and I came not
at all, but somehow I felt good about it, like I had pleased my man and I took
pleasure from that.
When Jason pulled out, he lay on the bed beside me and said,
"Clean me off, and put your butt up here where I can see it."
I turned around to face his feet and took his large cock in
my mouth, cleaning it with my tongue. I loved the taste of his cock and the
smell of his groin. That smell that I knew was pure Jason was strongest in the
groin, where the legs and the pelvis met. I was in heaven. Jason, meanwhile,
was busy applying his magic lotion around the lips of my anus, and then inside.
It felt so good. I could feel each ridge on his fingertips and each knuckle of
his finger. It was the lotion! I realized. Jason had told me that it
would increase the sensitivity of the skin it was applied to, and now my anus
was sensitive to every detail of his fingers.
When we were done, I lay there exhausted for a few minutes,
then Jason had me get up to dress him. He looked sexy as always, today in a
dark red shirt with a black t-shirt underneath. He wore jeans instead of trousers
and he wore his boots instead of his sneakers. I wore my pink knit shorts over
a rainbow-colored jockstrap, and a mesh t-shirt in mint green. We left the room
with enough time to have breakfast in the Student Union. Jason got us bagels with
cream cheese and small cups of orange juice. He had smoked salmon on his bagel,
but he saw the look on my face when ordered his and left it off mine, giving me
a loving tap on the butt before paying. He knew I was a picky eater and he indulged
me in it, except when it came to my love of junk food.
We had enough time to relax for a few minutes before I had
to meet Darren. Jason still wouldn't let me go anywhere alone. I thought that
he was feeling guilty over the incident last Sunday. Dr. Kalom had said
that I would have to be able to call it by its name before I could get past it,
but I wasn't ready to do that yet, not even in my own mind. Just thinking about
the word made me feel dizzy.
While we were waiting, I checked my phone. I had several
messages. Two were from Sally Minh. One was asking how I was doing? The other
had a picture that showed me in anime style getting a kiss from someone who was
probably supposed to be Jason. She hadn't seen him very long. I told her I was
fine today. Then I told her that the picture was good and that the other guy
had better be Jason. She texted back, Who else? It's clear you're smitten.
The other text message was from Steve. I held my breath when I opened it. I was expecting a nasty surprise. It was shocking but not in the way I'd expected. It was a close-up picture of a teenage guy sucking a cock. It was my 16-year-old cousin Dylan. I couldn't see who the other guy was.
Stephan: Looks like you're not the only fag bitch in the
family.
Me: Is that you he's sucking?
Stephan: No. I took it from the doorway and just zoomed
in. Next time I'll send a video.
Me: Who is it?
Stephan: I'm not saying yet. Don't you think he's pretty
with a cock in his mouth?
Me: He's underage. Is that an adult he's sucking? It
could ruin him in that town if anyone saw it.
Stephan: Can you imagine what his dad would say if he saw
him swallowing sausage?
Me: Don't share that picture with anyone. Why are
you showing me this?
Stephan: Just thought you should now that it runs in the
family. He's pretty, but you're prettier.
Me: Don't let anyone hurt him. He is an asshole, but I
don't want to see him get hurt.
Stephan: I wouldn't hurt him. If I did, his master would
hurt me worse.
Me: Master? WTF Steve?
Stephan: No spoilers yet. I wish you were here.
Me: I have a man who takes care of me. I belong to him.
Stephan: Like he's your master?
Me: No. It's like he's the man ...
Stephan: And you're the woman?
Me: I'm not a woman. I'm his boy. He wouldn't love me the way he does if I were a woman.
Stephan: I know I missed my chance. If I'd trusted my
instincts in high school that would be you and me in the picture.
Me: Maybe. I always like you, but I had no idea you were gay.
Stephan: It runs in my family, like it does in yours.
Me: That's your brother Kurt in the picture with Dylan. What did you mean when you said Master?
Stephan: I'm not going to explain it right now. Later.
Me: Fine. Be mysterious.
Stephan: Did your uncle tell you about the registered letter that arrived for you?
Me: No. What letter?
Stephan: I don't know. Dylan saw it and your uncle hid it.
He didn't know anything else about it. But I've been thinking about something.
You told me that your uncle always said that you were a financial burden. One
day Dad told me that your uncle was full of shit and that he was getting paid to
keep you. Then a registered letter arrived on your birthday and your uncle hasn't
called you. Don't trust him. I think your uncle is sketchy as fuck!
Me: Thanks. I'll ask him about it.
Stephan: Don't forget. I care about you Kieran.
Stephan: Fuck that. I love you. Don't get weirded out. I
know you're with someone else. If he doesn't treat you right, I'm coming out
there. It's only a 4-hour drive. I checked.
Me: You were the best friend I had in high school. I love
you too – as my friend.
My morning had started so well. Now I had this to worry
about. Steve had always been one of my nicer high school acquaintances. Why was
he telling me this now, just when I've fallen in love? And what about Dylan?
We'd never really gotten along, but this was too much. Was he gay too? Was he
being forced? I never thought Steve's brother was gay, but I'd been wrong about
Steve, and I could have been wrong about Kurt too. What should I do? I didn't
want to friend Dylan on FB. I was posting stuff I never wanted Uncle
Craig to see. I almost showed the texts to Jason, but I didn't. I had no idea
what was really going on and I didn't want to get Jason involved in anything family
related.
I sent Dylan a text message. Call me please, or text. I need to talk to you.
Then I texted Uncle Morgan. Everything is going well in
college. I hope you all are well. Do you have any messages or mail for me? I'm
out of touch here.
When I met Darren, I'd planned to put the past behind us.
That didn't work out as well as expected. He seemed to be in a foul mood, like
he hadn't gotten much sleep. He even looked disheveled. As soon as Jason took
his leave, he said, "Let's get going, Miss Priss."
He took his hand and pushed me ahead of him. He was taller
than me now, and he outweighed me by at least 50 pounds.
"Darren," I said, "I'm sorry about Monday. Could we just
start over again?"
"What do you mean, start over?" he asked with a smirk. "Do
you want to go back to when you were cock-teasing me in the laundry room?"
He has an interesting way of remembering things, I
thought. But I was determined to try. I said, "I meant to when you tried to be
friendly on Monday and I was a jerk."
"Not back to when you were getting raped in the bathroom?"
he said with anger in his harsh voice. "When Kyle was shoving his cock down
your throat and choking you out and I violated just about all the rules we live
by to throw his drunk ass off you, and you didn't even bother to ...."
Darren stopped talking. I was staring at him wide eyed,
trying to catch my breath. I felt cold and the world was spinning behind me. It
felt like someone was pouring ice water down my back.
"Shit!" Darren said. "Come here."
He tried to take my arm, but I panicked and flailed away
from him. I turned to run, but he tackled me from behind and put his hand over
my mouth to stop me from screaming. He pulled me into the shadows behind the
building. "Shit!" he repeated. "Stop trying to scream you stupid little twink.
You're going to get us both in trouble."
I tried to focus enough to call Jason like Kalom had taught
me. But my brain wasn't working right. I felt Darren pull me close enough that
his unkempt beard brushed against my neck. I was crying hysterically. He pulled
me down onto a stone bench and tightened his grip.
"I'm sorry, Kieran," he was trying to talk gently, but I
felt trapped. "I'm not going to hurt you. Remember that I saved you in that
bathroom. You're safe now. I won't hurt you. Shh."
I broke down into gasping sobs. Darren pushed my face into his chest and started stroking my hair. He kept saying it like a mantra, "You're safe now. I won't hurt you. Jason trusted me to take care of you."
He smelled nice, not sexy like Jason, but nice and
comforting, like a man. He wasn't being sexual; he was being like the dad I
couldn't remember. I buried my face in his bearded neck and cried. It took about
20 minutes for the tears to stop. Some people walked by and saw me crying on
Darren's shoulder. They were curious, but they all had places to be and
schedules to keep. Darren didn't stop talking until I was breathing normally. "I'm
sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm okay," I said feebly.
"The hell you are," he said. My face was still buried in his
chest, so I was mumbling, and Darren was talking in my ear. "This is all my
fault. I was mad. I've been mad ever since I saw you with Jason in that hallway.
It's not your fault. I know you're way out of my league, but you got me so
excited when I saw you wearing next to nothing. When you moved, I could see the
whiteness of your inner thighs. I wasn't thinking straight, and it was a bad
time of the month for me. At that point I wanted you so bad that the rules meant
nothing to me. And if I provoked a fight with Jason, so much the better."
He pulled my head back so that he could look at my face.
"You need to understand this, Kieran. Nothing that happened was your fault, not
in the laundry room and not in that bathroom. You're a beautiful boy, but it's
the responsibility of the men around you to exercise control. And I'm sorry
that I failed that. I'll never do it again."
I took a deep breath and said, "It is my fault. I went to
that back bathroom because I saw you and thought you were stalking me. I was
running from you, then I ran into him in there and ...."
"You don't have to say it," Darren said. "You don't even
have to think about it. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I won't ever
hurt you. Jason trusted me. Well, Drew trusted me, and Jason trusted Drew. I
saw the way you were shrinking away from me on Monday when I was only trying to
help, and it hurt my feelings and made me angry. But I should have known
better. I should have been the man. It was the next goddamned day, and you
shouldn't have even been there."
"It's okay now," I said. "It's hard for me, but I'm going to
try to trust you. I may not be very good at it, but I'll try."
Darren stood up and gave me his hand. I took it and stood up
next to him. "Thank you," I said. "Thank you for everything you did for me that
night."
"You're welcome," he said. "If you still feel like going to
class, we should have a little more than half an hour left when we get there."
"Let's go," I said. "I wouldn't have pegged you as gay until
you tried to touch me in the laundry room, you know."
We were walking to class while we talked. Darren kept his
hand on my back, like he thought I was going to break apart. The way I felt
today, I probably would have. He said, "Everyone on our floor is either gay or
supernatural; I'm both."
I stopped suddenly and looked at him in shock.
"Supernatural?" I asked.
"Shit!" he said. "I thought you knew. I've said too much!
This is going to get me in the doghouse all over again."
"Tell me what you mean by that," I said.
He put a determined look on his face and shook his head. "I
can't," he said. "I'm already in enough trouble."
"Please," I said with a whine in my voice. "No one ever
tells me anything and it's driving me crazy. I need to know."
Darren looked guilty. Then he sighed and said, "Fine. But
you must promise me that you'll tell people you figured it out on your own."
I nodded my head. "I promise."
"I'm a werewolf, Kieran," he said. "That's why I was so
agitated when we met in the laundry room and why I almost killed Kyle in the
bathroom. It was only a few days until the full moon."
I didn't want to believe it, but then I remembered his
growling voice in that bathroom, and I remembered an animal smell as he
was ripped off me and thrown across the room. "And there are more of you?"
I asked.
"Yes," he admitted, "but I'm not going to tell you who."
"Drew's the leader of your pack, right?" I asked, pressing
on for answers. I knew that I was taking advantage of Darren's guilt, but I
couldn't stop. He was answering my questions instead of putting me off with puzzles.
"I'll give you that one," he said. "It's pretty obvious. But
no more."
"And Jason?" I asked. "Is he a werewolf too?"
"Stop it Kieran," he pleaded. He saw my face and knew that I
couldn't let that one go.
"No," he sighed. "Jason isn't a werewolf. He's some sort of
mage, an alchemist I'd guess from the smell."
That made sense. I'd been referring to his teas and powders
as potions. I'd been speaking metaphorically, but it all made sense now. I
couldn't stop pressing the issue.
"Erik and Alonzo?" I asked.
Maybe he saw that I wasn't going to let up, and maybe he was
just afraid that I'd have another melt down, but he kept answering my questions,
despite his better judgement.
"I'm pretty sure that Erik is just a homo like us, but I
think Alonzo's a mage," he said. "At least I overheard Sebastian explaining to
Drew that Alonzo had accidentally cast a spell and it was a big fucking deal
that they were dealing with."
`Then Sebastian is ... let me guess," I said. "He's the one
in charge. That's why everyone keeps going to see him. It's more than him just
being the RA. People do what he says."
Darren sighed, "Yes. You're not just a pretty face, after
all. You have a brain in there too." He stroked my face with his calloused hand,
but I refused to be distracted now that someone was finally telling me
something.
"Is Kyle a werewolf?" I asked. It was the first time I'd
said his name since that night.
"No," he said. "I think Drew wanted to turn him so that he could
keep him under control, but Sebastian had other ideas. By the way, I don't know
what Kyle's new roommate is, but Drew told us all to stay the fuck away from
him."
I thought about the little blond guy who roomed with Kyle
now. I had no idea how Sebastian expected him to keep Kyle in check. But
that wasn't the most pressing question. If Kyle wasn't a werewolf, what was he?
So, I asked, "What is Kyle then?
"Just us homo like us," Darren shrugged.
"No," I said. "That can't be true. He hates gay people."
"Sure," Darren said. "Must be why he hates himself so much
then. Trust me. I can smell when someone gets aroused. He's a homo."
"I hate him too," I whispered.
"So do I," Darren agreed. "I wanted to kill him that night
because he was ... because he was hurting something beautiful."
I put my hand on his arm and said, "Thank you for the
compliment."
"It's true," he said. "I didn't kill him, but I'll get a
chance to make him pay tonight. The whole pack will – at least the gay and
bisexuals among us."
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"That's a question too far," he said. "Pack business.
Besides, we're almost there and you've made me break the Concordium
so many times I'll be looking over my shoulder all year."
"I'm sorry to have been such trouble," I apologized. I
really was sorry, and I would feel terrible if Darren got into trouble just for
talking to me.
We walked into the classroom together, as quietly as we
could. We wouldn't have disrupted the class at all, if Miss Bierce hadn't seen
us come in and made a fuss by announcing to the class, "If you two boys can't pry
yourselves away from each other long enough get to class on time, don't
bother."
Everyone turned and looked at us. I was disheveled and
Darren had his hand on my shoulder. Everyone assumed we'd been doing something
in private. About half the class gave us a look that I knew very well, disgust
and disapproval. Some students giggled. But Miss Bierce was giving us a look of
pure hatred. I was not going to like this course.
We took notes for the remainder of the class. Darren leaned
over to me and whispered, "Half these people probably think we're together."
"I'm sorry," I whispered back.
"I'm not," Darren replied with a grin.
After class, we were debating whether to try and get the
notes we missed from the teacher when a young man came up to us. "Kieran?" he
said with amazement.
It was Joe Peters. He and I were in that Bible-beater group together
before school started. I put on a smile and said, "Joe. It's good to see you
again."
I noticed that Darren was standing ready to interpose
himself. He looked dumpy and short compared to Joe who had played football back
in high school as I recalled, but I knew what Darren was capable of. He'd gone
from someone I feared to a trusted friend fairly quickly.
Joe looked over at Darren, like he was assessing him and had
found him not to be worth his time. He said, "I didn't know we were in class
together. If you give me your email, I'll send you a copy of my notes."
"Thank you," I said. I looked at my phone and opened the
Gmail app. I saw two email accounts, my normal account and another called Jasonsboytoy. I had email in both accounts. I had to
start checking these things more often. I gave him my email – not the new one,
but my old boring one. He promised me to send it later today.
Darren watched him walk away with some concern. He put an
arm around my shoulder and said, "Watch out for him. He got aroused looking at
you, but he had a fight response going on in his body. He's not your friend.
You tell Jason or I will, no discussion."
"Yes sir," I said, with only a trace of sarcasm.
"I mean it, Kieran," he said forcefully. "I thought Jason
was being paranoid keeping you under guard all the time, but now I can see why.
There was something going on between him and Miss Millicent Bierce as well.
There was a look that passed between them before he came up to you. Don't trust
her either. She hates us both."
"She just hates the gays," I replied, trying to brush it
off.
"Maybe," Darren said. "And then again, maybe not." His eyes
narrowed as we glared at Miss Bierce. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened.
Darren walked me to the history department and left me with Clarissa, the TA. She had another student in her office for office hours, so I was sitting at a table in the history TA lounge. I'd purchased my books online, so I was reading my history assignment on my phone.
I had a text from Uncle Craig that read I'm glad to hear that you're doing well. Walk with God and make us all proud. I'm sorry but you have no mail. That disturbed me. Steve had seemed so sure.
I sent Steve a text; Uncle Craig says he's received no mail for me. Are you sure about it?
Soon I was joined by a young woman, maybe a year or two
older than me. It was hard for me to get used to the fact that juniors and even
seniors could be taking the same basic classes I was. College was so different
from high school.
"Hi," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Karla."
"Kieran," I said, shaking her hand. Since the incident
I'd been anxious whenever men I didn't know approached me, but women didn't
trigger me in that way.
"I saw you and your boyfriend on the dancefloor at the mixer,"
she said. Now I was getting uncomfortable. I didn't like thinking about that
night. "You two looked really good together."
"Thank you," I said. "I ... uh .. I didn't notice you.
Sorry."
She laughed, then said, "I'm not surprised. You two seemed
totally into each other."
I whispered, "I don't really see anyone else when Jason is around."
"I don't think that he sees anyone but you either," she
said. "So, I guess it's out of line to ask if you two ever ... you know ... have
fun with someone else, like a third person."
I have a talent for turning red. When I blush, it goes from
my head to my toes and it's visible from a distance. That's what happens when
your skin is as pale as mine. I was sitting here, dressed like a stereotypical
gay boy and this attractive woman was coming on to me. I started to say
something, at least I knew that my mouth was hanging open.
"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I didn't mean to embarrass you.
I'd say I was joking, but that would be lie. I was just hoping that you were bi
and open to experimentation."
"No," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry!" she said. "So, you don't like girls at
all?"
"I like girls," I said. "Just not in that way.
Sorry."
"God, you're cute," she said. "Not in that way. Well,
yeah, in that way, but also in the other way. Do you need me to move, or can
you forget I ever said anything?"
"It's fine," I said. "I've been avoiding being alone with girls
all my life because I didn't want people to know I was gay."
Her eyes ran up and down my outfit and she laughed at me. I
laughed too, then said, "I didn't use to dress this way. I used to look like a
total jock."
"I'm trying to picture that," she said.
I didn't get much studying done. We spent the hour talking.
I'd lied to her earlier. Before I met some of the girls here at school, like her
and Sarah, I didn't think I liked girls at all. It turned out that letting them
know that I was gay and not interested in sex made them seem less frightening
and more interesting. And in case I had any lingering doubts about my sexuality,
my dick stayed soft during the whole conversation except when she mentioned Jason.
Inside I was laughing. All my life, I'd thought girls were predators just
waiting for a chance to pounce on me. Being openly gay had made my life so much
better, not just the incredible sex with a hot guy who adored me, but the
chance to get to know people I never would have talked to before.
History class was fine. Clarissa made me sit right up front
so she could see me from the stage. Karla sat next to me, nearly bumping
another guy into the aisle when she took the seat he was aiming for. She smiled
and said, "He was cruising you, and I'm just helping you stay on the straight
and narrow."
She took good notes, much better than mine and she had nice
tablet computer to take her notes on. She promised to give me a copy, so I gave
her my phone number and email – the old one, not the jasonsboytoy
account. I had no idea who Jason thought I'd be giving that one to.
After class, Karla stayed and talked with me until Erik showed up. He walked up and threw his arm around my shoulder. He was taller than me now and more powerfully built than Jason. Karla gave Erik an appraising look and me a look that said we'll talk later before she walked off.
Erik rushed me back to the Modern Languages building to wait
for Jason. I was stumbling to try and keep up with him. He gave me a frown and
I swear I thought he was going to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder so
we could make better time, but he slowed his pace a little instead. He had a
class soon and didn't want to be late, so he didn't stick around.
Jason's class was on the third floor and there were no
student lounges in the building, so I had nowhere to sit. I decided to go to
the bathroom while I was waiting for his class to get out. There was no one in
there, so I was able to relax, but I couldn't bring myself to go to the
urinals. I slipped into a stall and locked the door. While I was peeing, I
heard someone else come into the restroom. Fear crept up my spine and I
couldn't bring myself to open the stall door unless I knew that there was no
one else out there, so I sat on the toilet and pulled my feet up so that I was
sitting with my knees against my chest, pretending that the stall was empty.
Every time someone left, someone else came in. I was trapped. I couldn't get
out of the bathroom so long as people were out there.
I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out and saw that I had
a message from Jason. It read; Google says you're in the building. Where are
you?
I texted back; I'm in the bathroom nearest your classroom.
The stall closest to the door.
He texted; I'm on my way.
It didn't take long before he was knocking on the stall door
and whispering, "It's me, Kieran. Let me in."
I opened the door. These were narrow stalls, so he couldn't
really fit inside with me. He stood in the door, and I went to him.
"What happened," he asked.
"Your class wasn't out, and I needed to go to the bathroom
sir," I said. One guy looked over his shoulder at us when he heard me call
Jason sir.
Jason was glancing around, like he was looking for trouble.
"No one did anything, sir," I said. "I just couldn't come
out of the stall because there were people in the restroom. So, I sat there
hoping it would empty out soon."
Jason seemed worried, like there was something on his mind,
but he said nothing. He put his arm around my shoulder and took my backpack. He
had some clips that connected them together so he could carry them both. He
walked me out of the building. On the way across campus, he made me tell him
about my day. I skipped my meltdown from earlier because I didn't want Jason to
worry about me, but he seemed to already know something.
"What else happened on the way to your freshman comp class?"
he asked, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
I said, "I had a little trouble on the way and had to sit
down for a while, sir."
Jason stopped walking and turned me to face him. His face
was grim. "Someone told me that you were kissing a guy who sounds a lot like
Darren," he said.
My heart felt like it had stopped in my chest, and my
breathing grew labored. "No sir!" I cried. "I would never ... I mean why would
someone ...? You're the only one I've kissed, except for Alonzo and that doesn't
count. I ...."
Jason wanted to calm me down. He always seemed to think that
I was more fragile than I was, like I was going to fall apart in front of him.
He pulled me into a tight embrace and whispered, "I never thought you would.
You're too good a boy to be disloyal to me."
He held me there for several minutes, just holding me. I was
pressing my face into his chest with my eyes closes. I felt that if he let me
go I'd fall forever. He spoke into my ear in a quiet but much firmer voice,
"What happened?"
"Darren and I were talking, and I suddenly started thinking about Sunday night, in the bathroom. I couldn't breathe and I suddenly got afraid." I was babbling and I knew it.
Jason pulled me down onto a bench, on his lap. "What did Darren say?" he asked. His hand was rubbing my back.
"It was just a word. Please don't make me say the word," I whined. I was crying now and shaking in his arms. I couldn't breathe and I got nauseous. "I'm going to be sick," I whispered.
Jason dug around in my backpack and pulled out one of the protein bars he made me carry. He unwrapped it, but he didn't hand it to me. He broke off little pieces and put them in my mouth. Then he pulled a bottled tea from his backpack. It had my name written on it. He alternated between feeding me pieces of the protein bar and giving me sips of the tea. My stomach settled a little and I relaxed. The dizziness went away, but I still felt like I was floating.
"Darren didn't do anything," I said feebly. "If he hadn't held me, I don't know what I would have done. It took him a while, but he calmed me down."
"Did he hold you like I'm doing now," he asked me.
"Yes sir," I replied. "And he rubbed my back and stroked my hair."
Jason started rubbing my back and stroking my hair and I buried my face in his neck. "Like this Kieran," he asked me.
"Yes sir," I said. "You know this calms me down. He made me feel safe, like you do."
Jason let his hand slide from back down into the waistband of my shorts. "He made you feel like I do?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," I said. I was feeling woozy all the sudden. "I felt safe in his arms. But he didn't make me hard like you do, sir. No one make me hard like you do. He didn't touch my butt, and he didn't rub me down there."
Jason's voice became less strained. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "Let's get back to our room before you fall over."
He helped me stand up and shouldered both bags. I went to drink the rest of my tea, but Jason said, "Don't drink the rest of that until you get to the room."
I had to lean against him the rest of the way. He made us use the elevator to the 3rd floor. When we got back into the room, he pulled me over to the bed and had me finish the tea while he pulled my shoes and then my clothes off me. I was feeling numb, but Jason lay down on the bed and held me until I fell asleep.
When I woke up the clock said 5:22. Jason was doing something on his notebook computer while one hand rested on my back. I'd turned in my sleep so that I was laying on his chest. He put his computer down and said, "I was afraid you would sleep too late for a run before dinner."
"I don't know what happened, sir," I said, letting my hand rub across his fully clothed chest. I got so tired and had to rest.
Jason seemed to be struggling with himself for a moment, then he said, "You were spiraling into anxiety again, so I gave you something to calm you down and it made you sleepy. I had to get you back to a state where you could let go of the anxiety and rest."
"You gave me a valium or something like that?" I asked, more than a little annoyance in my voice at being given drugs without my permission again.
Jason pulled me up higher on his chest and rubbed the back of my head with his left hand, while his right slid over to stroke my lower back. He had to turn partway on his side to do it. It left my head resting in against his chest cradled in his left arm.
"I know you're annoyed," he said, "but you never believe me when I'm telling you that you're having an anxiety attack. Don't worry. This is an alchemical potion that works like valium and Xanax, but it isn't addictive. You can't use it all the time because the ingredients are very rare and it's hard to make. And you're better now."
"You're the one who keeps telling me that you can't just use alchemy to solve every problem, but isn't that what you're doing, sir?" I asked. "Aren't you just giving me drugs whenever you want to fix my anxiety?"
"No, my little prince," he replied. "This is like a bandage. It stops the immediate problem. The solution lies with your therapy sessions. Sometimes you need both."
"What if I'd drunk that tea in class, sir?" I asked. "Everyone would think I was stoned or something."
"I don't give you potions like this," he said. "I made that mistake with Alonzo, and he didn't follow the instructions. Look what's happening now. I keep this potion in my bag so I can give it to you when you need it. That's what your erastes is for my little eramenos, to take care of you."
Alonzo would sarcastically say "don't worry your pretty little head with important decisions like this, just sit there and smile and let your man do your thinking for you."
I wasn't going to get into an argument with Jason tonight. I wouldn't win and I didn't want to have a fight, so I let it go.
"If you thought it was necessary, sir, it probably was," I said.
Jason leaned further onto his side and kissed me. I knew that's how he ended arguments, but I did like the kiss. "Were you afraid that I thought you were cheating on me with Darren?" he asked.
"A little, sir," I admitted. "I needed Darren to hold me because that's what helps me when I can't breathe properly, and I feel dizzy."
"When you are having an anxiety attack you mean," Jason said. "I wasn't afraid that you were cheating on me. I was afraid that Darren was using your anxiety to put his hands on my xiaowang. He always looks at you like he wants to eat you."
I punched Jason playfully on the chest. "Darren isn't like that, sir," I said. "He's doesn't hold me like a lover. He holds me like a daddy."
"Maybe he wants to be your daddy," Jason said. "You lost your daddy when you were very young, and your uncle wasn't a good daddy for you, so you need a daddy. But I am the one who will be your daddy, not Darren.
"I
will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
'Til the end of time"
Jason sang the
words to me. He had a nice singing voice, and I was getting aroused again,
thinking of him as my daddy. It seemed kind of dirty, but in a good way.
"Did you make
that up, sir," I asked.
Jason pulled me
in close and kissed me while he patted me on the back. "I love you, Kieran," he
said. "You're so cute."
I knew that I'd
just shown my ignorance on something Jason thought everyone should know. It was
a little demeaning the way he just called me cute like it didn't matter that I
didn't know something, like he didn't really expect me to know it anyway.
"Don't pout at
me, little prince," he said. "Not everyone has time to fill their head with
endless facts that he will never use. Let me tell you a story about a young man
who was very good at alchemy, too good for his age. This boy learned to make a
potion that let him rest for only one hour a night. He thought he was so clever
that he took this potion every night so he could use the time to learn even
more things because he was so curious that he wanted to know everything. But this
potion used rare ingredients, very costly ingredients. When his parents found
out that he had wasted so many rare ingredients they were very angry with him,
not only because he had cost them a lot of money, but because he didn't know
that taking this potion every night wasn't good for him, and because he was
very sneaky and covered his tracks very well when he took the ingredients from
the supplies. This boy took the potion every day for 90 days before they caught
him. And they caught him because he put himself into a deep slumber by misusing
the potion."
"Did this boy
genius get in trouble, sir?" I asked, giggling a little because Jason always
seemed so poised and proper that I hadn't imagined him getting into trouble when
he was younger.
"Yes, he got in
very bad trouble. His parents didn't punish him because he put himself in a deep
slumber that held him until his parents could find the antidote. They were afraid
that he would die and never wake up."
I exclaimed. "That's
terrible, sir! His parents shouldn't have left dangerous stuff down where he
could get it without supervision. It was their fault."
Jason sighed, "That's
what they said. From that moment, the boy wasn't trusted to make potions
without supervision. His parents made him come to them for ingredients and took
away his private workroom, making him work in a corner of his father's workroom
instead. And the boy felt so guilty about what he'd done, that he swore never
to misuse potions that are dangerous or to use any potion in a way that makes
it dangerous.
"And because this
boy grew into a man who learned his lesson well, his beautiful boy should trust
him when he says that a potion is needed or won't cause harm because he has never
made that mistake again."
"Fine," I said, "I
get it. I'll stop doubting you since you earned your lesson so well. But I have
a question, sir. Did that young genius, now grown to be a mature 19-year-old genius,
ever make a mistake like that again, like maybe giving his flighty friend a
dangerous potion and trusting him to take the right dose instead of messing it
up?"
Jason started
tickling me until I couldn't breathe. "Now you know my worst secret," he said. "You've
learned that I'm not perfect. I hope you can still stand to be my little
prince."
I was laughing so
hard that couldn't catch my breath. "Stop!" I cried. "I'll be your prince forever
but stop before I have to pee."
Jason stopped
ticking me and squeezed me in a tight hug instead. "This is always the threat you
use when I'm tickling you, that you're going to pee if I don't stop."
"It's not a
threat, sir. It's true," I said.
Jason got out of
bed and pulled me out after. "I'm going to take you to the bathroom and watch
you pee," he said. "If you don't have to go, then I'll know that you were lying
to me. And then I'll have to spank you with a paddle."
It wasn't a trick
of course. I did have to go. I had to sit down to pee because I had an erection,
and it wouldn't go down with Jason watching me. When I finished, he made me
stand next to him when he went. "Hold my cock for me while I piss," he ordered
me.
This was new. He
wasn't asking me to drink it. His dick was warm and soft, and so very large in
my hand. Afterwards, Jason stood behind me and we both washed our hands at the same
time. It wasn't sexual, but it felt erotic anyway.
When we got back
to the room, we talked while we were getting ready for our run.
Jason said, "It
took me too long to get the information I needed from you while we were talking
earlier. Don't hold back anything from me Kieran, and don't ever lie to
me, even through omission."
"No sir ... I mean yes sir," I said.
He smacked my butt gently and added, "You did the right
thing today. I told you to let your protectors look out for you and you did.
When you were alone, you found a place to hide and waited for me to come get
you. There's only one thing you didn't do that you should have; you should have
sent me text to tell me where you were."
"Yes sir," I said. "I'll do better next time."
Then I added, "You're not going to stop letting Darren walk me to class are you sir? He didn't do anything wrong. I wouldn't have made it to class if he hadn't held me and helped to center me."
"No, it's worse than that, Kieran," he said seriously. "He touched my little prince inappropriately. I'll have to poison him. Of course, it will cause a war between mages and werewolves and the streets will run with blood, but that's the price I'm willing to pay to keep others from touching my prince."
I was a little shocked when he first began speaking, but I realized that he was just joking when he began talking about starting a war because Darren had touched me. "Thank you, sir," I said. "I like Darren and I trust him."
Jason sighed, "You still don't see that he's in love with you, but that's because you're naive in the ways of men and don't know how many men on this campus look at you with lust in their eyes. Did Darren touch you little boy penis or touch your beautiful rosebud?"
"No, sir!" I shouted. "He just held me and made me feel calm and safe."
"Then he touched you like an uncle, not like a daddy," he said. "I can live with this, even if it means that I have to get to know him better so I can consider him like a brother."
I didn't do it on purpose, but I completely forgot about the
strange interaction with Miss Bierce and Darren's warning about Joe Peters.
That would be a problem later.
My running shorts were loose enough that I had to tie them
tighter with the draw string, and my shoes felt a whole size too small. I
wouldn't be able to tighten them much more. Jason allowed me to wear my
jockstrap under my shorts since they were getting looser.
Running was now an afternoon activity for us during the week, although it was almost 6:00 PM when we got started today. Jason said that we would still be running in the mornings on the weekends. I was glad that we were getting back to a normal schedule. I was easily able to keep up with him now that I wasn't running with a plug in my butt. I'd lost four inches so that must have affected my stride. If I tried to outrun him now, he'd probably beat me.
We stopped at the dining hall in the dorm and had dinner on
the way back to the room. Jason made healthy choices for me, and I didn't even
complain in my own mind. When we got back to the room, I stripped naked and then
followed Jason to the bed so I could strip him, lick the sweat off his body and
sniff his shoes. His scent was stronger since we were now showering in the
evening. I could have cum right then, just from his scent alone.
Then we showered and washed each other. Jason didn't let me
blow him in the shower, but he did let me drink his piss. The strange thing was
that I was beginning to look forward to it. I'd been disappointed that I
couldn't swallow his cum in the shower, but I almost ran to the bed when he
said he was going to fuck me instead.
Jason put me in a sixty-nine position so that I was able to
suck his cock while he ate my ass. I was in gay bottom boy heaven. I could feel
my asshole quivering at the touch of his tongue. I wanted him inside me so
badly. Jason never used lube on me because he always ate my ass until it
completely opened and relaxed. He said that my beautiful flower was
blossoming for him. He had a way with words.
"We're going to do it differently today," he said, lying on
his back. "But first there's this. You've been good, and you suffered two
suspended orgasms today, so I hope you've learned your lesson. Next time, I
will take away your erections for three days."
"Yes sir," I said, with enthusiasm. I would have promised
him anything at that point.
He grabbed a spray bottle off the nightstand and doused my
penis. Other than a cold tingle, I felt nothing. But I knew how fast this stuff
worked.
Jason held his cock upright. "I want you to reach back and
take hold of me," he said, "then you're going to lower yourself onto me."
"Yes sir," I said.
I took hold of his giant cock and rubbed it against my ass
until I found the hole. I lowered myself gently until the head was right at the
entrance. I pushed out as hard as I could and slid down on his dick. It was
harder to do it this way. When Jason had been thrusting into me, he pushed it
home and I didn't know when it would happen. Now I could anticipate the pain,
which made me want to clench up a little.
"You can do it, Kieran," he said. "I like being in control,
but I'm letting you do it this time so that you will figure out exactly what
you need do to open easily for me."
"Yes sir," I grunted.
I wanted to do it. Jason said that he had faith in me. I
concentrated on my task, pushing out and sliding down at the same exact time. I
had to not just accept the pain, I had to welcome it as the sign that I was
taking my man inside me. I slid all the way home and swallowed in satisfaction.
"You are definitely a good boy, Kieran," he said. "I'm proud
of you and I'm glad that you're my boy."
"I love you too sir," I said.
I was almost in tears again, but this time they were tears
of joy. Jason helped me find a rhythm, sliding up and down his cock without
ever letting him slip out. If he hadn't been so big, I might not have been able
to do that.
This time, when my orgasm came, I screamed. No one had
touched my dick. It was erect and flopping around when my ass clenched, and I
started pouring cum on his abdomen. When he came, I could feel it inside me. I
was becoming even more sensitive down there.
Afterwards Jason held me; I lay there in his arms sucking my
cum off his fingers. Then he kissed me and pushed my head down to his cock. I
took it in my mouth again and cleaned it with my tongue. Afterward we were
lying on the bed again. I was curled up on Jason's arm with my leg wrapped
around his thigh, my fingers playing with his sparse chest hair.
"Can I ask you a question, sir," I asked.
"Ask your question, Kieran," he responded. "But I can't
promise that I will give you an answer that will satisfy you."
"Why do you want my dick to shrink, sir?" I asked. My
shrinking penis was weighing on my mind.
"Are you sure you want an honest answer?" he asked in
return.
"Yes sir," I said. "I think I need to know."
"A cock is superfluous on a boy," he said. "Don't get me
wrong. I'm glad you have one, but its size doesn't matter to me when it comes
to sex. Submissive boys like you don't use your little cocks like a man. You
don't fuck with it. You don't stroke it or rub it. And if I suck on it, it will
be because I want to. Under only rare circumstances, will I suck you to orgasm.
Does that bother you?"
I thought about it seriously because I knew that Jason
expected a truthful answer. Did it bother me?
"No sir," I said. "It doesn't bother me. You've shown me
different types of sexual pleasure than I knew before. And I think it's kind of
sexy that you control my dick. But if you don't care about the size, why do you
want it smaller?"
Jason stroked my butt for a minute or so while we lay there
in silence. I wasn't sure if he did that to help him think better or to
distract me. It didn't occur to me that he might just like touching it, the way
I liked touching him. When he spoke, he moved his hand up to stroke my hair. I
found that relaxing. I'd even found it relaxing when Darren did it this
morning.
"I thought your cock was pretty when it was larger, but it
is much prettier now. I think small penises are prettier on a boy," he
explained. "And the prettier it is, the more likely I am to want to suck on it
a little."
That was not the answer I was expecting. In the stories I
read online, small penises usually meant humiliation for the boy, a way to
control him through embarrassment or shame. Jason seemed to think it was more
attractive this way. He seemed to want me to be proud of it as a symbol of my
submission.
"Let me ask you a question," Jason said.
"Ask away sir," I responded, snuggling closer to him.
"Did you think about the porn you liked online back when you
were masturbating?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I replied.
"And ...," he said.
"I mainly liked porn about men and their boys sir," I said.
"And in those stories what was the difference between a man
and his boy?" Jason asked.
I replied, "The man was bigger, hairier
and more masculine. And he was usually older sir."
"What about their cocks?" he asked.
"The boys had smaller cocks sir," I replied.
"I have two last questions," Jason said. "Did you identify
with the man or the boy in these stories?"
"The boys of course sir," I said, chuckling like that should
be obvious.
"Last question," he said. "Does it bother you that I'm only
a few months older than you?"
"No sir!" I replied. "You may not be older than me,
but you seem older. You know about art and culture and food and clothes
and everything. You know everything. You even know old songs I've never heard
of."
Jason chuckled. "I don't know everything, and I'm not
perfect," he said. "It's my fault you got attacked in the bathroom that night
because I failed to see all the ramifications of my actions. And you've been
struggling ever since that night."
"I was fucked up before I met you sir," I said.
Jason slapped my ass hard, then he tightened his grip on my
shoulders. "Watch your language little boy," he said. "You came to me with a
bundle of neuroses and anxieties. You were skittish around everyone, and your
body language didn't match your physical appearance. I could see the fragile
little boy inside you who needed to be held and guided. That was it for me. I
was hooked."
"I guess I am a high maintenance bitch," I said. This talk
wasn't helping me as much as I'd hoped it would. Jason wasn't wrong about me.
Jason sat up and pulled me across his knee. He gave me five
very hard swats on the ass.
"That was for your language," he said. "Boys need to keep a
respectful tongue in their mouth. I should give another five for running
yourself down. I think you've been doing that all your life, and it's time to
stop. You aren't broken and you aren't a bitch. You're a beautiful submissive
boy who's been forced to deny who is. You're not high maintenance. You just
need someone to teach you to love yourself. You need a man to show you, and
it's my privilege to be the one to do it."
I threw my arms around Jason and clung to him like a life preserver. I was crying and sobbing, not from the spanking (I liked it, really), but from his words. I felt that Jason was the first person in my life who valued me and loved me for who I was. Other than that night everything in my life had been better since I surrendered myself to Jason. And no matter what he said, that wasn't his fault. It was Kyle – there I said the name. It was Kyle who ruined everything. I hated him and I wanted him dead. There was no punishment too terrible for him.
We spent only an hour studying in the room because it was late, then Jason prepared my tea and potions. Once I'd prepared for bed, Jason gave me the special potion again and I grew drowsy immediately. I knew that I was off to another dream therapy session with his Uncle Kamon.
Jason
I sat up and watched my boy while his dream self was absent
from his body. I was painfully erect gazing at Kieran's naked body while he
slept. In sleep he was peaceful. There was no sign of the anxiety that was
written on his face during the waking hours. His hairlessness made him look
even more vulnerable. I sat vigil, holding my magic pendant, preparing to do
battle with anything that got through the wards I'd placed around his sleeping
body. I didn't take down the wards and crawl into bed with him until Uncle sent
a message that he was done. It was almost midnight, but I didn't care about my
lack of sleep. I'd taken responsibility for this boy. It was my duty and my
pleasure to watch over him.
College Magic Cycle Characters (Readers' Version)
This list includes all the named characters introduced in
the story so far.
Major Characters
·
Alonzo Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino
American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute power bottom
and foundling mage. He's powerful, but untrained. He begins the story with a
height of 68 inches and a weight of 150 pounds. He has deep olive or very light
brown skin, amber eyes, and long black hair. He's a singer and a dancer. He's a
little flighty and very flirty. When his powers awakened, he accidentally cast
a spell that cursed his roommate Erik. He loves hardcore BDSM porn but is
discovering that he doesn't like it in real life. He and Erik are suitemates
with Jason and Kieran.
·
Darren Groves. A 21-year-old college
junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short
beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of
average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's
right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in
the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it
up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure
for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.
·
Domenic Chase. A 24-year-old
Elven-American from New York City. He has an alien mindset that others find
hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His
skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered
to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes
(like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's
physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has
strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms,
although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a
friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran
and beat up Simon.
·
Drew Janowski.
A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond
hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful
build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack
and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn
commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He
took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.
·
Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper
Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stands 66 inches tall and
weighs about 140 pounds. Despite his small stature he likes weight training and
is extremely muscular, although thin. Once he's affected by Alonzo's spell, he
begins to gain height and weight. He has blond hair and ice blue eyes. He is a
bit of a slob, but he's also very smart. He's a total top and ends up fucking
his roommate Alonzo on their first day in the dorms. He and Alonzo are
suitemates to Jason and Kieran. He's learning from Jason to expand his
definition of what it means to be a top. Thanks to Alonzo's spell, his mind has
been invaded by the cruel fictional character Einar Ironblood.
He struggles between the two personalities. He's in love with Alonzo and wants
him to his boy forever. He's not sure that Alonzo feels the same way.
·
Ethan Lowry. An 18-year-old boy from Long
Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond
hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with
the hunters. His story will be told later.
·
Jason Lee. A 19-year-old (about 6 months
older than Kieran) Chinese American college freshman with golden brown skin,
brown almond shaped eyes and collar length black hair.
He is already an accomplished alchemist. He is a dominant, looking for a
submissive boy. He finds what he's looking for in Kieran Morgan. He takes
charge of Kieran and begins training him as a submissive. He gives Kieran alchemical
elixirs that change his body, and he uses psychology to lead him to embrace his
innate submissiveness. He has allowed himself to fall into tantric
entanglement with Kieran, bringing them even closer. He believes that
Kieran is his complement, the other half of his soul. Jason and Kieran
are the suitemates of Alonzo and Erik.
·
Kieran 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. Jason is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and
penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is.
After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his
relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are
suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided
that Kieran will change majors to Art.
·
Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college
freshman from Kentucky. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's
let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and 250 pounds. He has a muscular build
with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a
closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting
guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan.
When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he
orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and
is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave
training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality
but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.
·
Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate
student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the
mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa
Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown
hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's
spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave
Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers
men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems
to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He has no current
boyfriend.
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Simon Carter. A 19-year-old gay college
freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was
white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150
pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock
types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy.
After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.
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Xav Janowski. A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit
speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs
150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire
blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He
is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane
clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a
total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual
experience as well as a physical one.
Minor Characters
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Benjamin "Benjy" Gold. A twink
beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light
olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.
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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.
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Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural
girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local
representative of the Conclave.
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Daniel Burns. A stocky guy with light
brown hair and a goatee; one of the Nerd Squad
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Dawn Schiller. A muscular blond woman who
stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's
girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.
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Jake Miller. An African American guy with
dark skin and curly hair; one of the Nerd Squad.
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Joe Peters. A freshman in Kieran's
writing class who was in the same religious program before school that Kieran
was in.
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Josh Higgins. Overweight and unhygienic
guy who introduced Kyle to Nerd Squad.
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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.
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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.
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Matt Silver. A sturdy guy with olive skin
tone and brown hair; he has a very large penis (almost 10 inches); the most
sadistic of the Nerd Squad.
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Meghan Connelly. A female werewolf who is
one of Kieran's watchers.
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Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who
rooms with Darren. He spends most of his time with his two friends Oliver and
Cameron. They are in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of
Darren because he's afraid of werewolves.
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Michael Shank. A skinny guy with
dirty blond hair and pale skin; one of the Nerd Squad.
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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.
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Philip Mertz. A jock who shares a history
class with Kyle Mason. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 180 lbs. He becomes Kyle's
partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that Kyle cares about.
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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.
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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.
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Vicky Garcia. A very short Latina
were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems.
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Zeno Spencer. A grad student, brother of
Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was
sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn.