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 7

It would be best to go back and read chapter 7 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.

Jason sent Kieran down to the lobby in his kiddie robe to pick up the pizzas he ordered. He feels that he's the center of attention and is very careful to walk with small steps to keep the robe from opening in front while he walks. The pizza delivery man claims to be straight but fondles Kieran and shoves a paper with his phone number into Kieran's jock strap. Back in the room, Kieran got rid of the phone number when Jason wasn't looking. When Erik and Alonzo came over, a getting-to-know-you pizza party turned into a group sex session with Alonzo and Kieran lying side by side on the bed, holding hands, while Erik fucked Alonzo and Jason played with Kieran's ass until he came. During the evening, Jason had grown bolder in exposing Kieran to Erik and Alonzo. During a verbal interchange (not quite bad enough to be called a fight) with Alonzo, Kieran concluded that Jason hadn't done anything to him, but that he had chosen to do what Jason wanted of his own will. In the end, the suitemates spend hours talking and getting to know one another. It's the beginning of a life-long friendship.

Author's Notes

·        This weekend, I plan to publish chapter 8 of My Roomate the Alchemist and chapter 3 of Wishcraft. This is the point where the two stories begin to diverge in tone, mood, and theme. The magical elements become much more prevalent in Wishcraft starting in this chapter, while this story remains the tale of a young submissive learning who is and what he wants to be.

·        After this weekend, I plan to publish one chapter of each story since the chapters align after the Pizza Party.

·        My darker story Elf Master will start next month. 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.

·        The Small Town Slave Boy story is only tangentially connected to College Magic because the narrator of the story is Kieran's cousin Dylan Morgan. There are no supernatural elements in that story so far, it is listed only in the gay/authoritarian subcategory.

·        There has been a lot a lot of requests for a story about Drew Janowski. As I've been rewriting chapters 8+ of My Roommate, the character Drew let me know that he is indeed bisexual instead of straight. I have an idea for a one-shot story involving him. This means that I may add another cycle called College Magic Side-Stories that will consist of a series of one-shot stories involving characters who won't be receiving a long multi-part story. O will publish them when I'm inspired enough to write them. I must have a good idea that isn't too much like anything else going on in the saga. I am open to suggestions, but I have to get inspired in order to write.

 

My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 8 (Routines)

Sunday morning, Jason's alarm went off at 9:00 AM. I guess he'd wanted to let us sleep in. Maybe it was because we were up until midnight the night before. Maybe it was because it was a Sunday. I tried to ignore it, but Jason smacked my butt hard enough to jolt me awake.

"Time to get up, baby boy," Jason said, much more cheerful than I was. "It's time to get ready for our morning run."

I guessed I wouldn't be sleeping late now that I was living with Jason. I rolled over and gave him my best attempt at puppy dog eyes. It didn't work. Jason sat on the bed and poked me in the abdomen, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make me flinch. Jason must have read my body language. He got an evil look on his face and poked me in the side. I jerked aside and laughed. Then his fingers began to dance across my ribs.

"Jason," I begged. "Don't. I'm really ticklish, sir." I wasn't lying. I'd always been ticklish.

"Too bad, boy," Jason said, laughing. "I'll stop when you get up."

"I can't get up until you stop, sir," I laughed. His fingers kept poking me in the most sensitive places. "I'm going to wet the bed if you don't stop."

Jason stopped. He jumped off the bed and put out his hand. I took it and he pulled me out of bed, right into an embrace. He kissed me and rubbed my naked butt. I didn't want it to end, but I had to go to the bathroom right away. I tried to pull away, but Jason pulled me back in for another kiss.

I tried to pull out of the kiss. Jason smacked my butt hard and continued to kiss my neck. I was trying to whimper and moan at the same time. Jason was still smiling mischievously when he stepped back and held me at arm's length.

"Let's go to the bathroom," he said.

I wanted to run to the door, but Jason had his arm around my shoulder, and he was setting a normal walking pace. Luckily the bathroom was free. I stood at the toilet and tried to start pissing. My morning erection had gotten really hard while Jason was tickling me. I forced my penis downward and tried to think about anything other than Jason. That was hard because he was leaning against the sink, looking gorgeous as ever.

"Are you getting shy, all the sudden," Jason asked. He was still smirking at me. I was sure that he knew the effect he was having on me.

"No, sir," I said, laughing and whining at the same time. "I can't pee when I'm this hard. I'm trying to think unsexy thoughts, and it's not easy with you standing there looking so good, sir."

"Let me help," he said, with a smirk. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He reached down and took hold of my dick. He pointed it at the bowl and began to nibble my ear.

"That's not helping, sir," I laughed. Jason touched my dick a lot, but he seldom held it for a long time or manipulated it in any way. And of course, he never stroked it. I still didn't understand why he wouldn't stroke or rub my erection or give me permission to do it.

He nibbled my other ear. "You can sit down and push your own little thing in the bowl, or you can try to get soft while I'm holding you."

"That's not fair, sir" I said, chuckling.

"Your choice," he said as he licked my neck. Shivers went through my spine, all the way down to my asshole. "This wouldn't be a problem if you didn't get hard," he said.

I turned around and sat down quickly on the bowl. It hurt to push my dick down, but I managed it.

"You're the one who gets me so hard, sir," I said. "I kept help it."

Jason had pulled his boxers down. I was staring right at his gorgeous dick. He was almost as hard as I was. I looked into his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just stood there, his dick in my face. I finally started to piss. It hurt when it started because I was still hard.

I wanted to ignore him for a bit, to make him a little uncomfortable. I wanted to make him ask me, even order me to suck his cock. He just looked at me, smiling. He flexed his groin muscle and his cock danced up and down. I started smiling back. I stood firm, for about a minute. I grabbed his cock with my free hand and opened my mouth. I had almost begun kissing it when I remembered Jason's rules.

"Please sir," I said, "can I suck your giant cock now?"

Jason stroked my hair. It was falling in my eyes. "You may now suck my cock, boy," he said.

I kissed the head. Then I skinned back his foreskin and took him into my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes. Once I had finished peeing, I was able to use both hands. I held his cock while I kissed up and down the shaft. I alternated between licking the shaft, kissing his it all over, sucking on the head and trying to swallow all 8 inches down my throat. My hand fondled his balls.

When he came in my mouth, I backed off enough so that I could hold his cum in my mouth. I didn't want to have him shoot down my throat. I wanted to taste him. I could feel him unload in my mouth. His cum was warm and silky smooth, and it tasted like nothing else. It tasted like Jason."

After he'd finished unloading, he said, "Show me, boy."

I opened my mouth and showed him the full load coating my tongue. He reached down and closed my jaw.

"Swallow me now," he said. I closed my mouth and made a show of swirling his cum around in my mouth before swallowing. My heart was beating fast, and my skin felt like it was on fire. My erection had never gone completely away. It was stiffening again.

Jason bent down and kissed me, not just on the lips, but on the eyes, chin, and the tip of my nose. Then he pulled back and stood there with his softening cock still in my face. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me. I knew what he wanted. And if he wanted it, then I realized that I wanted to do it for him. I could take pleasure simply in making my man happy.

I pulled his dick into my mouth and held it there. His piss began to flow into my mouth. I still didn't like the taste, but I was beginning not to mind it. I mean, I didn't hate the taste, but I didn't love it. I felt a little stirring in my groin. I wasn't starting to like the taste of urine. I was beginning to enjoy doing this for Jason. I held on to that thought.

When he'd finished, he stroked my cheek and smiled at me. He pulled out one of those orange tooth wash pills out of his pocket and popped it in my mouth. I chewed it until it turned to spicy orange, swished it around until it thinned to a watery consistency and then swallowed. My mouth was fresh and clean. Jason pulled me up and kissed me full on the mouth again.

"Let's get our tea, and get ready for our run," he said. "Then we'll come back, get you naked and make out on the bed again."

I looked over at our reflection in the mirror. My lips looked perpetually swollen these days. Jason kept biting them, and I kept stretching them around his cock several times a day. I had love bites all over my neck and my chest. I leaned back against Jason and noticed that he was about an inch and half taller than me. Something didn't seem right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I noticed my hair was longer than I liked. It was about 4 inches long, about twice as long as I usually let it grow. It was getting curly too.

"Jason, sir," I said. "Can I ask a question?"

He turned me towards the mirror. He was still standing behind me. He bent down to kiss my neck again and his fingers found my nipples. They were puffy as well. Jason spent a lot of time pinching them and nibbling them.

"Since you were so polite, boy," he said, "go ahead and ask."

"I have a couple of questions, sir," I clarified. "My first question is about my hair. It seems to be growing really fast."

Jason turned me around and kissed me again. I felt my cock rising. "That's not a question, boy," he said.

"Is there some reason it's growing so fast, sir? I mean, is it something to do with the herbs you've been giving me," I asked. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. I told Jason that I trusted him. I tried to make that promise true. But everyone I had ever trusted had betrayed me in some way. My uncle had promised to take care of me, but he never even tried to understand me. My aunt had promised to love me like one of her own children, but she hadn't. My parents had promised to take care of me, but they died and left me alone.

"Do you hate it?" he asked. "Take a good look. You told me that story about your uncle freaking out over your curls. But you wore long curls before you moved in with him. Your parents thought they were cute on you, and I think you did too."

Jason played with my hair. "I think they make you look even cuter than before," he said. "They're the real you. I think you cut them off to pretend you're someone else."

I thought about it. It's my hair. I should make up my own mind. Jason could see me hesitating.

"In all seriousness, Kieran" he said, "I would like you to trust me. Trust me that I won't cause you any harm. Trust me to be able to guide you, to help you find yourself."

He looked into my eyes and played with my curls. "I think you're damn sexy this way, and I want you to wear your hair long," he said. "But it's your choice. We'll go get it cut today if you want."

I thought about it. "What if I thought you would look sexier with a bald head," I asked. "Would you shave your head for me, sir?"

"Do you want me to shave my head, baby boy?" he asked. "Would that make you happy?"

I reached up to touch Jason's hair. I ran my fingers through it. I tried to imagine him bald, and I laughed. "No sir," I replied. "I like your hair the way it is. Please don't shave it."

Jason smiled back at me. "Then I guess we'll never know," he said. "Now tell me the truth. Do you want to get your hair cut the way your uncle wanted, or do you want to wear it the way your parents liked it, the way I prefer it?"

Phrased that way, I had no choice but to answer one way. Was I being manipulated? Maybe, I was. But Jason had a point. I had been wearing it short to please Uncle Craig. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew what Jason wanted.

"I'll wear it however you want, sir," I said. I had decided that pleasing my man was more important than pleasing my uncle. Was that growing up or was it replacing one father figure for another. I wished that I knew.

"You had a second question," Jason said.

I didn't know how to ask. I felt like my question was insane. There's no way that Chinese herbs could be doing what I suspected, was there?

"Sir," I asked, "Am I getting shorter?"

Jason pulled me against his chest. My lips were no longer even with his. They brushed against his chin.

"We're becoming more complementary," he said. "Please don't ask me to explain any further right now. I promise that I will tell you what you need to know, when you're ready for it."

"Yes, sir," I mumbled. I had an answer, but it didn't make sense.

We went back to our room and Jason made our tea. I noticed that he made four cups, just like last night. As if drawn by a second sense, Alonzo and Eric came over to get theirs. I was naked in the room when they arrived, of course, and I noticed that Alonzo was only wearing his deep purple briefs that showed off his newly hairless legs and chest. I wondered if he had removed his pubic hair as well.

Also, like last night, Alonzo and I had to run to the bathroom and void our bowels. This time, Alonzo had to wait for me.

While Alonzo was in the bathroom, Jason called me over to the bed. I was still naked because Jason hadn't told me to put clothes on. He pulled me over his lap. I was sure that he was going to spank me in front of our suitemate. I hadn't forgotten that he'd promised me a consequence for trying to masturbate yesterday. Instead, I felt Jason's lubed finger circling the ring of my anus. I was blushing furiously. I don't know why I was so embarrassed to have Jason playing with my ass while Erik stood in the room watching. Last night he had eaten my ass and fingered me to orgasm while Erik and Alonzo were on the same bed. I moaned because it felt so good. My hard cock was pressing against Jason's knee. It was painful, but it also felt good, really good.

Jason's finger went from rubbing the ring to pushing the unguent he used into my ass. He seemed to enjoy making me moan in front of Erik as he fingered my ass. Just when I thought I was going to cum, he stopped. A few seconds later, I felt the tip of another plug pressing on my hole.

Jason was looking at Erik and said, "I have to stretch his tight little hole a bit before I fuck him properly. He's a virgin and has never had anything big inside him, and I don't want to rip his ass open."

It was embarrassing listening to Jason explain his plan for fucking me to Erik. It was also exciting. Jason said that our relationship was no one else's business, but he wasn't too shy to talk about it. I felt the plug go in. It seemed a lot bigger than the one I'd worn yesterday. That one has occasionally pressed on my prostate, mostly when I was sitting. This was touching me there while I was lying flat.

"Get up, boy," Jason said.

I jumped up, my cock rock hard and dripping like crazy. Jason pulled it down and released it, causing it to bounce up and down a few times.

Erik laughed and said, "Looks like he enjoys that."

Jason pointed to his knee. It was slimy with my precum. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I dropped down and licked it all up. That's where I was when Alonzo came back into the room wearing his sexy briefs.

Jason stood up and pulled me to my feet. He looked at Alonzo, then at Erik. "We're all basically housemates here," he said. "Kieran won't be wearing any clothes in our suite unless we have guests over and I tell him to."

He gestured with his eyes towards Alonzo, and added, "Don't you think your boy's a little overdressed?"

Erik turned and looked at Alonzo. He walked over to him eased his briefs down, exposing his hairless cock. "I think that's a good idea," he said.

Turning to Alonzo, he added, "Alonzo wouldn't want Kieran to feel singled out, we're going to follow the same rule. The boys will always be naked in the suite."

To Jason he said, "I'll take care of the bathroom doors. When I'm done, we can use the bathroom to get back forth from our rooms easily. That way the boys won't have to put clothes on to go next door."

The look on Alonzo's face said that he wasn't sure about this, but his cock was swelling fast. It seemed to like the idea. I felt a little pride that I was being a better boy for my man than Alonzo was for his.

After our suitemates had left, Jason gave a long, passionate kiss.

"Before we go for our run, we have to talk about consequences. You tried to masturbate yesterday, and one of our rules is that you do not stroke or rub yourself," he said.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said. My cock twitched and dripped a long stream of precum. It was that damned plug. It was constantly pressing my prostate. "I couldn't help myself. I won't do it again."

"I'm sure you think that's true, boy," Jason replied. "But without a consequence, you won't have any incentive to really give your best effort."

Jason walked over to his chest of drawers and took out a small spray bottle. He walked over to me and kissed me. "I'm going to go easy on you today," he said, "because you've been making such good progress so very quickly."

He sprayed my cock until it was coated with the liquid, then he sprayed my balls. "This decoction will prevent you from reaching orgasm," he said. "It won't make you numb or desensitize you. In fact, it has a side effect of making you more sensitive. It will last until I decide to give you the antidote."

This was a new twist. I felt a twinge of panic. I was so horny that I felt like I was going to blow a load at any moment. I couldn't stay like this all day, could I? Jason must have seen the look of concern on my face. He put the bottle down and pulled me into a kiss. One hand slid down to cup my balls and fondle them. My cock jumped to attention, and I felt right on the edge of an orgasm. The pleasure increased until I was sure I was going to blow. Jason kept fondling me, rolling my nuts around in their sack. He kept it up for several minutes. My knees grew weak, and my breath grew shallow, but my orgasm never came. It took a while before I could talk.

"Sir," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "I'll be a good boy. I promise, but I don't know if I can take this all day. Please, can't you just spank me again?"

[Jason looked at his boy standing in front of him. His lips were trembling. His eyes were moist. He was beautiful. This was the most dangerous moment for Jason. If he relented and allowed his boy to escape consequences, he would set back Kieran's progress. Kieran had lacked a proper father figure in his life. His father had died when he was young. His Uncle Craig has provided strict discipline, but no love. Kieran wanted to be a boy again. He wanted to belong to a strong man who would love him. Jason knew that if he failed Kieran now, he would lose him, and Kieran would lose himself. His kind followed a pattern. They would move from one bad relationship to an even worse one. They would find men who would discipline them for their own pleasure, who would use them without love. And boys like Kieran would keep coming back for more, because they didn't know anything else was possible. Jason knew that he needed to create a new father-image in Kieran's mind, a loving father who could be strict but always loved him. He was not going to mess this up like he did the last time.]

"I've given you your consequence, boy," Jason said. "This is not a punishment. It's a natural consequence of you failing to follow the rules. It won't be forever, but I will add to your time every time you ask me about it."

"Yes, sir," I said. He was right, I thought. I did bring this on myself. I should have been able to stop myself.

Jason patted my butt and said, "It's time to get dressed for our run."

He handed me one of my brightly colored jock straps and my running shorts. I was surprised that he was letting me wear a strap. Last time, he made me run without one. When I put it on, I noticed that he had removed the lining at some point. I also noticed that it was looser than yesterday. The strap would help stay up. My shoes were also looser, but not by enough to make them too uncomfortable. I laced them a little tighter.

It was much later than yesterday when we left the room. The floor was mostly empty, but there were a few our fellow students up and about. Many of them felt it necessary to give Jason a high five, but none of them touched me.

We ran into our RA coming out of his room near the stairs. His name was Sebastian Trent, and he was older than any of the rest of us because he was a graduate student. He was about the same height as me, maybe an inch or two shorter than Jason. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He was of average build and was dressed in knee length gym shorts and a t-shirt with the college logo on it.

"Jason, Kieran," he said, "Good morning. I hope you're adjusting well to the dorm."

We agreed that were doing fine.

He shook Jason's hand. He started to hold his hand out to me, but saw Jason's arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him. Instead, he said, "Kieran, we'll have to talk later. There are some questions that I have to ask you, just to make sure of some things."

To Jason he said, "Your boy is looking good. Try to keep things low-key enough that you don't attract any mundane attention."

"Sorry about the noise," Jason said. His smile made it seem like he wasn't sorry at all. "We get carried away, and my boy is a screamer." He patted my butt. I blushed from head to toe. I'd been afraid that I was too loud. But I was positively restrained compared to Alonzo. I thought about the homophobe on the other side of the wall and hoped that he had heard us.

Sebastian chuckled and said, "Noise isn't the problem. Kyle Mason – that's your next-door neighbor – complained but I told him to stop listening at the walls. Just keep anything else low-key. I had admin tweak the rooming lists, so everyone on our floor is gay, one of us or both. But we don't want to get law enforcement in here, for all our sakes."

Jason stuck his hand down the back of my shorts and wiggled the plug in my ass. I gasped and turned redder than before. To Sebastian he said, "You were able to tweak the dorm assignments?"

"It wasn't a problem," he said. "The residency administrator will do just about anything for a chance to suck my cock." He leaned towards Jason and jerked his eyes in my direction. "You can thank me later," he whispered.

Did Sebastian put me in the same room as Jason so could make his boy? Did he somehow know that I would like it? How could he have known?

Jason said, "You seem to have been remarkably knowledgeable about me before I got here."

He seemed puzzled and annoyed. I was sure there was some subtext I was missing from this conversation.

Sebastian patted Jason on the shoulder. "It's probably not what you're thinking," he said. "My cousin, Milo, was at the Academy when you were there. He told me some stories. He was one of your aunt's special students, so you probably remember him."

Jason thought a bit and said, "Dark hair, about 6 feet tall? Yeah, I remember him. He put on a lot of muscle two years ago. Is he still wearing that body jewelry she put on him?"

Sebastian said, "He sure is. He's going back this year as her aid. He says she's going to ring his nose this year too."

Jason laughed. "He does know that he'll just be joining her harem, right?" he asked.

Sebastian said, "He does. He's been with them before as junior partner. Speaking of harems, are you going to share your boy?"

I'd been standing there listening to their conversation, trying to make sense out of what I was hearing. It sounded like Jason and Sebastian had some sort of connection outside of college. But Sebastian's last question sent a chill down my spine. Would Jason be passing me around to his friends? Would I let him? Would I even be able to tell him no? Would I like it?

Jason's voice made me snap to attention. He pulled me tight and kissed my temple. "My boy's not ready for that," he said. "And I don't know if I will ever be."

I don't know if I will ever be. Those words filled me with warmth. Jason kept saying that he loved me. I didn't know if it was true because I didn't know what love was supposed to feel like. If not love, I could live with this sense of warmth and belonging, knowing that I belonged to Jason. I felt small and vulnerable in Jason's arms. I felt safe. I liked feeling safe.

"I didn't think so," Sebastian said. "You've got a case of tantric entanglement if I've ever seen one."

"We have a different word in Mandarin," Jason responded. "But I think your term is more accurate."

We went down the stairs and outside for our run. There were more students outside than there were yesterday. I noticed a lot of people watching us as we ran by. I thought that they were probably looking at Jason since he's so sexy. I wondered how many of them knew that I was his boy and were jealous of me, wishing it was them at his side instead.

With all the people, there was no opportunity to have sex in the park. I was both relieved and disappointed. Blowing Jason in a place where we could get caught had been frightening and arousing at the same time. We finished our run and were both sweaty. Jason had run me hard this morning. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me full on the lips on the steps in front of our dorm. I was nervous because I knew that people could see us, that they'd know that I was queer.

We went upstairs with no further events except our neighbor Kyle who yelled "Morning, fags!" as we passed him in the lobby. I hated that guy. I hated being called a fag. Why didn't it bother Jason? I wondered.

Once back in the room, I took my clothes off and joined Jason on the bed. I already knew what to do. I undressed him slowly, getting a good whiff off each shoe, sock, and article of clothing when I did. I licked all the sweat from his body, savoring his pungent scent and flavor. When he rolled over, I stared at his butt. He hadn't done this yesterday. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do. Tentatively, I kissed his ass. I liked the cheeks, then I separated them and saw his hole, surrounded by a light coating of hair. I kissed his hole and licked my lips. It didn't taste bad; it was strong with his scent and his sweat. I licked up the crack with long strokes. He tasted good.

I stared at the hole. I wanted to do for him what he did for me, but I kept thinking of what could be awaiting me inside. I touched his hole with my finger. I rubbed it. I poked at it. I wasn't sure how to proceed.

Jason rolled over on his back so that I was seated on his legs. He held my thighs and looked up at my eyes. He brushed a curl aside. "Did you like my ass, boy," he asked.

I replied carefully, "Yes, sir ... I do. It's just that I ...um... really like your taste, but it didn't seem right to me." I was afraid to make him mad.

"It didn't feel right because it was wrong to put your tongue in an ass? Was it wrong for me to put mine in your ass yesterday?" he asked. I didn't know how to respond. I was getting confused.

"No, sir," I cried. "I'll do it if you want me to, but ... it doesn't feel right because ... because ... you're a man, sir."

Jason stroked my thigh. Then he sat up and pulled me close to that I was almost straddling his hard cock. If it weren't for the plug in my ass, he would be fucking me.

"It's okay," Jason said. "Have you ever fantasized about fucking someone? Or has it always been about getting fucked?"

That was easy. "Mostly, I just fantasized about sucking cock. When my fantasies got the part where I was getting fucked, they would fade out. I had no way of imagining what it would feel like, since I'd never been able to get anything in there before."

Jason smiled warmly at me. He said, "It didn't feel right because I'm your man and you're my boy. Deep down inside you know that I'm supposed to be penetrating you, and that you shouldn't be thinking about penetrating anyone. Your brain says that tonguing an asshole is the first step to fucking it. That's not always true. Sometimes you can eat an ass just because it feels good for both partners. But we're not going to add this to your confusion right now."

He continued, "When you get to the point where you want to eat my ass, when your brain accepts that it can do as a sign of respect and love and not as a preparation for penetration, I'll let you do it. Trust me, I'll welcome it. It feels extremely good. But you should know right now that I'm not into scat. I keep you clean so that I can eat you whenever I want. Your ass is delicious, by the way. I don't just eat it to make you happy. I like it. When you're ready to eat my ass, like a good little boy giving his daddy's ass a kiss, I'll start cleaning myself out as well."

"Now let's go shower," he said.

Our shower scene was the same as yesterday. I washed Jason. I sucked Jason's cock and swallowed his cum. I licked his ass again and found myself staring at his hairy hole. Would I ever want to stick my tongue inside it? I wasn't sure. The idea didn't repel me, but it didn't seem like something I wanted to do. Jason washed me. This time he was freer with touching my cock. He washed it slowly. The sensation of the warm soapy cloth moving across my genitals made me go weak in the knees. I fell back and lay against Jason's chest. My cock was aching, but my orgasm never came. This punishment was worse than the spanking.

After the shower, I drank Jason's piss again. I was glad he had decided to let me pee in the toilet instead of drinking my own. Drinking his piss made my man happy, but drinking anyone else's, including my own, held no appeal. And I had come to realize that I felt good when I made him happy. He does take care of me, I thought. I should take care of him.

After we were done, Jason pulled out his folding table and began working with his powders and liquids. He had a Bunsen burner and a hot plate to work with. I straightened up the room and made the bed at his direction. I was getting used to being naked in the room. It didn't really feel unnatural at all to me.

Once the room was clean, Jason told me to do the laundry. He checked first to make sure that I knew how to do it. The first step was to sort the clothes and to suck all the cum stains clean in both my and Jason's clothes. Then he gave me some tablets that looked like the inside of a detergent pod and told me to use one in each load.

He told me to wear the kiddie robe to do the laundry and to wear my sandals. The robe was a little looser and I was able to close it tighter, so he told me I didn't need a jockstrap. It was embarrassing knowing that I was naked under the robe and that there was nothing constraining my erection. The embarrassment meant that my cock kept getting hard every time I thought about it.

There was only one student in the laundry room when I got there. His name was Darren and he lived on our floor, at the other end of the hall. He was of average height and build, with blunt features and a goatee. He kept looking at me, and his eyes looked a little wild.

"So, is that roommate of yours fucking you?" he asked nonchalantly, like it was a common way to start conversations.

"Not yet," I said, wondering why I hadn't just said no. It was none of his business, and it was rude for him to even ask, but saying no would have felt like I was denying Jason – not to mention the fact that I really wanted Jason to fuck me, and I kept asking myself the same question. Did he think I was made of glass? Alonzo was smaller than me, but he was already getting fucked.

"Why not?" he asked. "I can see the way you look at him. It's clear that you want him to."

I did not want to have this conversation with a total stranger. It was too personal. So, I ignored him. But he wouldn't leave it along. He grabbed his crotch through his sweatpants and shook it at me, like that would make forget about Jason and go for him.

"I would have had you down on all fours, fucking you, like the faggot bitch you are, on the first night," he sneered.

"I doubt it," I replied. There was no way that I'd ever let this guy near me. Something about him was making me nervous. I didn't like the way he was getting into my space, and I didn't like the way he was looking at me. I was acutely aware that I was naked underneath a thin flannel robe. For the first time today, my cock was soft. I'm a grower, not a shower, and right now my cock was trying to crawl up into my body.

"What is he waiting for?" he scoffed. "His puny little wiener is probably too small for a slutty cunt like you." He waggled his hard penis at me. Even through his sweats I could see that he wasn't packing nearly as much as Jason.

I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to punch his face in. Who was he to talk down about Jason? Instead, I burst out laughing.

"Dream on, you pathetic troll," I chuckled. Darren's face grew red. I don't know if he thought his blustering machismo would turn me on, but it had the opposite effect. I added, "The reason Jason hasn't fucked me yet, is because his cock is so big that he's afraid of hurting me."

I turned to finish loading the washer. I should never have turned my back on him. I felt a heavy punch on my right side. I slammed against the machine and felt Darren's arm around my throat. He punched me again before I could wiggle out of his grasp. I was almost naked now.

We both heard the voice at the same time. It was Drew, the big guy who'd promised to have Jason's back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled. His voice was deep and resonant. It didn't increase in pitch when he yelled. It seemed to get deeper.

Darren let go of me and tried to stammer out an answer. I stood up, pulled the robe closed and tightened the belt. Drew growled at Darren, not a fake growl, but a real growl that came from deep in his throat. Darren's face grew whiter than it was. His whole posture changed, like he was trying to make himself smaller.

"Get out of here," he said to Darren. "If I see you within 10 feet of this boy again, I'll make you sorry you ever decided to go to college."

"Yes, sir," Darren said, slinking out like a dog with his tail between his legs. He left his laundry.

Drew came up to me. Without saying a word, he pulled my robe open, exposing my nakedness. Luckily, my cock was soft. He ignored it and ran his hand along my side. I flinched when he touched the area where Darren had punched me. He examined it closer, pushing in on few places to gauge how much I winced at each spot.

He closed my robe and tied it shut. Then he put a hand on my shoulder and said, "You'll be fine boy, but it will probably hurt more tomorrow. I think you're going to have a bruise. Don't worry about Darren. He'll do what I told him to do. I'm not making excuses, but it's almost the full moon and that brings the crazy out in some folks."

He looked at me and shook his head. "I was going to yell at Jason for sending you down here dressed like that. I'm going to be honest. I'm mostly into girls but looking at you is making me horny as hell."

I saw his nostril expand as he inhaled deeply. "You smell even better than you did yesterday. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now. Don't worry. I smell your man on you, and I'm not going to play with another man's boy, no matter how tempting it may be."

He shook his head and turned to go. He smelled good too, different from Jason, but still alluring. It was masculine, strong and primal. I was beginning to become aroused again. I felt something about him, but I didn't understand how. I could feel that he was harmless. No! Not harmless. He was dangerous. Part of my mind was saying that I should be afraid of him, but another part told me that he was safe, that he wouldn't hurt me.

"Don't say anything to Jason, please sir," I begged. I didn't want this guy yelling at Jason because of me.

"I've got talk to him, boy," he said. "I want to tell him that I've already taken care of Darren. I can't have him going after him. That would just escalate things. I'm also going to recommend that he doesn't let you walk around alone. You're too pretty and you radiate an aura of vulnerability. Maybe you can do laundry with your suitemate Alonzo. Most guys will leave you alone so long as you're together, no matter how pretty you both are."

He went to leave but stopped in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder and said, "It's not your fault. Don't go thinking it is. This was more about Darren trying to provoke Jason. He's not normally like that. It's the full moon. You could have been wearing anything."

His words made me feel better. His words made me so horny that I was hard again. He was the most masculine man I'd ever met aside from Jason. I went back to doing the laundry. There were enough machines for me to wash all the loads at once. I had to throw Darren's clothes in the sink, but that made me feel like I was getting a little revenge on him.

I was thinking about Drew's words. Today wasn't the full moon. The full moon was on Monday. And what did he mean about the moon making some people crazy.

I was waiting on the washers to finish so I could put the clothes in the dryer when another scholar came into the room. She was a little taller than me, maybe Jason's height. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She looked tough, like she could take care of herself without any trouble. She didn't have any laundry with her, just a textbook of some kind. She sat down in a chair and started reading. I stared at her, not sure if I should introduce myself or not.

She looked up at me and said, "I'm not going to bite you. I like men, not little gay boys." Seeing my confusion, she said, "I'm studying in here, in this wonderful room, because Drew says that you need watching. He also said none of the guys could be trusted. So, I'm doing it."

"I'm sorry to put you to trouble," I said.

I really was. I wasn't sure why Drew had decided to look out for me, and I had no idea why other students seemed to do whatever he asked of them. I was also embarrassed that Drew had set a girl to keep watch over me. I knew what Uncle Craig would say about that. I felt emasculated. I wanted to tell her to leave, but I was afraid. I didn't know what she could do if someone else came around, but I felt better with her in the room.

I mentioned before that I was a jock in high school, not a football player or a wrestler, but runners and swimmers count as jocks. You'd think I would be able to take a guy like Darren in a fight, but you'd be wrong. Not only had he sucker punched me, but I had never been in a fight before. I didn't even have an idea how to fight. Maybe Jason would teach me so that I really could defend myself.

"It's okay," the girl said, putting her book down. "I don't really mind. It's just that this time of the month makes all the guys crazy, and I get tired of their shit. Name's Dawn by the way."

I chatted with Dawn until the laundry was done. She was nice, but she felt like Drew in some way. She didn't arouse me; no girl ever had. But she felt strong and dangerous, but also safe. It wasn't the way she looked. She had more muscles than most girl's I'd seen, but that wasn't it. If I didn't know better, I would say that it was her aura.

When our laundry was done, I took it back up to the room. I barely had time to put the laundry down before Jason grabbed me. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me all over the face and the neck. I remembered the rules, so I fumbled on my own to get my belt off and slide my robe over my shoulders.

Jason picked me up and carried me over to the bed. I knew he was strong, and I could tell that his muscles were trembling with the strain, but he never let it show on his face. He laid me down and lay down next to me, sliding his arm under my neck and holding us close, face to face. He devoured my mouth with his and stroked my body with his hands. I have no idea how long we made out on the bed, but I could have lain there for the rest of the day. He ran his fingers down my torso and gently probed the bruises that were just beginning to form.

He was holding me tight when he whispered in my ear, "If anything had happened to you, I would never forgive myself," he said. "You're vulnerable because of me, because of your feelings for me. They're affecting you, changing you."

He kissed me again and pulled me so close that I had a hard time breathing. His smell was overwhelming me. I wanted him to take me then. Drew had smelled nice – not just nice but arousing. However, the more I inhaled Jason's scent, the more I realized that I didn't want anyone else.

Jason relaxed his arms and pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"From now on, I don't want you going anywhere on your own," he said. "Not anywhere. I only trust myself, Erik, Drew, and Sebastian. If one of us isn't around, I want you to stick close to Alonzo."

His talk with Drew must not have gone badly. He now counted him as being safe for me to be around.

"I can take care of myself," I said, trying to console him. "You don't have to worry, sir."

Jason turned over almost onto his back and looked over at me. "You can't, you know," he said with determination. "There are predators on this campus. Not the obvious ones; Drew has them under control. There are other predators, rough guys who will see you and try to take advantage of you. Promise me that you'll do what I say."

My dick was aching again. Jason was making me feel safe and protected. When Jason was protecting me I felt vulnerable, but not emasculated at all. It was like he had enough masculinity for the both of us, like I didn't need to worry about anything, that everything would be alright. I wanted to lie in his arms forever. I wished I could cum. I wasn't even leaking precum. That spray was insidious.

"I promise, sir," I said. "I'll do whatever you ask."

"Good," he said. His hand moved down between my legs and found the end of the plug that was in my ass. He wiggled it a little, sending shivers up my spine. I moaned. I didn't try to keep it quiet. If Kyle the homophobe didn't like it, too bad.

"Given everything you've been through," he said, "I could give you the antidote to the spray I gave you earlier, then I could eat your ass until you cum." He was staring into my eyes. It was a way out. I would be able to cum. I needed to cum.

I was going to hate myself later. With reluctance I said, "No, sir. I think I deserve this punishment. I know that I didn't really try hard enough to do what you wanted. I'm afraid that I won't learn, and I won't get better if I don't pay the price."

I didn't add that I terrified of disappointing him, of making lose interest in me. I didn't want Jason to leave me like my parents had. Jason pulled me close again and kissed my eyes, my nose, my chin and finally my lips.

"Sometimes," he sighed, "You're stronger than I am."

 

Chapters in the College Magic Cycle

My Roommate the Alchemist and Wishcraft

Here are the chapters of the College Magic Cycle in order they should be read. All can be found in the gay/sf-fantasy and gay/authoritarian sections of the NIFTY archive.

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 1

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 2

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 3

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 4

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5

·                  Wishcraft chapter 1

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 6

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 7

·                  Wishcraft chapter 2

·                  My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 8

·                  Wishcraft chapter 3

Other Stories

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