The Pack Chapter 1

Brother to the Pack (Drew and Simon)

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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, usually two but not three every weekend.

· This is the first stand alone story dealing with characters other than Alonzo, Domenic, Erik, Jason and Kieran. It is obviously begging for future sequels. If there is interest, I will write a sequel to this one and another story involving Darren. That guy deserves to find someone to call his own.

· There is a character guide that includes all the characters mentioned by name in the College Magic Cycle. If you haven't read earlier chapters of the storylines, there may be spoilers in the character description. The list has been cut and pasted from my story bible. I hope I have removed any spoilers for upcoming chapters.

Brother to the Pack

This story is part of the College Magic Cycle. It's a standalone story involving Drew Jankowski and Simon Carter (among others), two characters who were in the background in the longer stories. If this story receives enough positive feedback, I will try to plan more stories involving these characters. This story takes place from the Sunday of the New Student Mixer through Monday evening (the next day).

Drew

Domenic was packing up his stuff so he could move to Kyle's room, so I followed Sebastian to his room where he'd stashed my new roommate Simon. He was sitting in a chair, looking dejected. He was a pretty, young thing, about 5 foot 8 inches, with a slender frame maybe 140 pounds. His eyes were big, dark, and his lips were thick and full. His skin was the color of chocolate milk, and his dark brown hair was shaved on the sides, but he had longish black curls in an unruly mop on top of his head. He was dressed in a plain red t-shirt that he wore tucked into white knee length shorts. I usually went for women, but this year's crop of freshmen was making me a true believer in the beauty of the male form.

The boy looked up when we came into the room. Sebastian said, "Simon, this is Drew Jankowski. Drew this is Simon."

I walked over and held out my hand, "Pleased to meet you, Simon."

I noticed that his pretty face was swollen and that his lips were bruised and split. Kyle has smacked him in the face repeatedly. I wanted to run out and find Kyle Mason then show him what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a beat down. I also wanted to grab Simon and pull him into my arms and tell him everything would be alright.

"Pleased to meet you, too," Simon said, taking my hand. He had a firm grip for a little guy.

Sebastian said, "Drew's going to help you move your stuff into his room, and his roommate is moving in with Kyle. Don't worry. There will be no ruckus."

At first I thought that Simon was in a state of shock, but I realized that he was angry and bottling it up. He didn't speak much as we went into his room and grabbed his stuff. Other than clothes and a new model laptop he hadn't brought much with him to school. Once we'd moved his stuff, he and Domenic exchanged keys. It was easier to move the drawers than to unpack them. The chests were the same model.

I had just finished moving the last of Simon's drawers. He was setting up his laptop and his textbooks on his desk. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Simon," I said.

He sighed and said, "I'm gay, for one thing. That's why that muscle-headed closet case beat the crap out of me for looking at him."

He seemed belligerent and combative. I couldn't blame him. Maybe I could teach him a thing or two about self-defense, so he could fight off an attacker next time. Then I realized that Kyle had a hundred pounds or more on him and there was no chance this slender boy could have matched him. I'd been worried when Jason had gotten in Kyle's face, and this kid was small.

"If you think being gay is a problem for me, you can put that out of your head right now," I said. "My older brother Xav is gay, and pretty flamboyant, too. He and I are like best friends."

Simon seemed to calm down a little after that. Sebastian must have been really busy if he hadn't bothered to reassure this kid. When he'd taken the job to be responsible for the supernatural scholars this year instead of just following Professor Thorne's orders, he'd been so happy, but it was a lot of responsibility for a 24-year-old grad student. Since last year, I'd been helping him to protect the male supes. He took care of the school problems, and I took care of the other threats. I hoped he hadn't bitten off more than he could chew. Ever since he'd helped me take down the old alpha who'd run the pack in town last year, we'd been close. Of course, he just provided the intel and kept the admin off our backs. I'd fought him to submission and taken over.

"Don't worry," Simon said. "I won't be looking at you."

"Calm down, guy," I said. "I'm not worried if you take a peek now and then." I put my arms up and flexed my biceps. "Do you like what you see?"

Simon gave a little chuckle at that, and he almost broke a smile. "It's not bad," he said.

I pulled my shirt off and threw it into the hamper across the room. "Not bad," I said, acting a little offended. "I hope it's better than that because I'm not too careful about remembering to cover up all the time. And I may just steal a peek at you from time to time."

That got a real smile out of him. Like I said, he was pretty, even more pretty when he smiled.

"Thank you," he said, "for making me feel comfortable. I've been terrified that my whole freshman year was going to be hell, just like high school."

"You got bullied a lot?" I asked him.

"In high school, yeah," he said. "My moms tried to help, but it's hard sometimes. White kids bullied me for being black. Black kids bullied me for acting too white, whatever that means. Both bullied me for being smarter than them, and for being gay, and for having two moms.

"Finally, in the summer after my junior year, we moved into the city, close to an LGBT school. Mom Chrissy worked from home and drove us to school. Mom Tina drove an hour to get to work every day. That school was fine, but I couldn't go with my younger brother Marty because he didn't want to go to the LGBT school. He wasn't a homophobe or anything, but he likes girls and wanted to go somewhere there were girls he could date."

"Sounds tough," I said. "Two moms, huh? And they had two sons?"

"Well, we weren't adopted," he said. "Both moms had them the old-fashioned way. You know from a sperm donor. I was born first, and then Marty two years later. People used to make fun of us because we didn't look alike, because we didn't share a mother or a father. He's Asian and I'm black. He's also taller than me, which is funny because my mom, Chrissy, is taller than his mom, Tina. Mom Chrissy is black, and Mom Tina is Korean."

We talked a bit more about our families and backgrounds. He was from Chicago, and I was from rural Pennsylvania. I left out everything about being a skinchanger and running with a pack of wolves, but I told him about my brother Xav and how close we were. I told him I would introduce them sometime, since Xav lived in town too. I didn't tell him that Xav was the spirit caller for our pack. I'd been sworn to the Concordium and knew better than to break the rule forbidding disclosure of the magical world to mundanes. It was the most important rule as far as the enforcers were concerned, custodes and clan wardens alike.

I was so boned after dealing with pretty, little twinks all day that I wanted to put the moves on Simon, but he was vulnerable and a little traumatized from his run in with Kyle and it wouldn't be the right thing to do. Besides, Dawn and I were getting close. If the boy was looking for something permanent, I couldn't give him that. Once he calmed down and was in his right mind, I'd be down with a little no-strings fun if he wanted it. Dawn wouldn't mind that. She probably wouldn't mind if I was fucking him on a regular basis, so long as I still paid her attention. She got jealous of other girls, but not boys. But I was getting ahead of myself. I didn't even know if Simon liked me. I took a deep breath and caught Simon's scent. This close to the full moon my senses were sharper. Who was I kidding? That boy was aroused in his sleep. It may have been arrogance, but I assumed he was thinking about me.

Simon

I was nervous when I found out I was going to rooming with another big white jock. Kyle had done a number on me. Despite a little gut, I'd thought he was hot. He had some serious muscle on him. I couldn't help looking. I'd thought that my normally reliable gaydar had failed me with Kyle. I thought maybe he was as straight as he claimed, until he almost kissed me. He was definitely moving in on me for a kiss then he'd suddenly gotten mad and started slapping the shit out of me. Fuck that sadistic creep. Something was wrong is in his head. I could see his orgasm face just before he stopped hitting me. The fucker had gotten off beating up on someone smaller than him.

Drew seemed nice. He clearly loved his brother, and he'd been checking me out. When he took his shirt off, I sprang serious wood. The muscles on that chest of his were cut. And he was handsome as hell, with deep blue eyes, blond hair, and that square jawline. I fell asleep thinking of him. I could feel my dick sliding into that muscular ass. I was sure it would be tighter than hell. I'd bet he even had muscles inside his ass. He was one dreamy muscleman. If we did get together, he'd better be open to a little versatility. I'd take his big cock, sure, but he'd need to take mine too.

My alarm went off before Drew's on Monday morning, so I got up and showered. Ugly bruises marred my face, and my lips were still split from where Kyle had slapped me. I thought one of my teeth was loose. If I took care of it, it should heal nicely. I still had very little facial hair and I'd shaved Saturday night, so I was still smooth.

Back in the room, Drew was just getting up. He was only wearing his boxer briefs and I could see that he was packing. His chest, arms and legs were hairy, but I didn't see much on his back. I thought his masculine body hair was hot as fuck, but it also obscured his muscles. Drew had said that he wasn't careful about covering up in the room, so I decided that I didn't care. I hung my towel up on a hook and walked naked to my chest of drawers and started pulling out clothes for the day.

Drew looked in my direction. I knew that he was getting a good look at my ass, and I didn't care. I'd always gotten compliments on my it. So long as I played safe, my moms had always been okay with me playing around. A handful of my friends from school had seen my butt and told me that they liked its firm roundness. But more of them complimented me on the size of my cock. I was bigger than most of my friends, despite my smaller size. Judging from that bulge I saw of Drew, he would be bigger than me, but he was six inches taller than me too.

"Damn Simon," Drew said, "that is one fine bubble butt you have there. If you keep on flashing it, I may not be able to contain myself."

I turned around so he could see my dick. I was just beginning to get hard. "What if I'm flashing this instead?" I said, flashing him a smile.

"You're pretty big for a small guy," he said. Then he dropped his shorts. I had about seven inches when hard but judging from the size of Drew's cock when soft, he'd probably have an inch on me. He was bigger, but I was bigger compared to my size.

"Damn!" he said, "I've got to brush my teeth and take a piss. I'll be right back out."

He went to the bathroom door, but stopped before going in. He looked back at me and said, "Three questions. Am I misreading this or are you down with a little friendly, no-strings roommate action; what time is your first class; and are you at least 18 years old?"

He actually counted the questions off on his fingers, so I counted my replies on my fingers as well. "You are not misreading anything; my first class is at 9:00 AM so I have about an hour before I have to leave; and I turned 19 in June."

"Good!" he said. "Wait a minute. My mouth tastes like a sewer."

I decided not to put my boxer briefs on. I sat back on my bed, with my back to the wall and waited. It didn't take long for Drew to finish his business and come back into the room. He climbed up on the bed naked next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. We both moved in for a kiss at the same time and knocked noses. Then our lips found each other. Our tongues were dueling for control of the kiss. It was a little awkward, but kind of sexy.

Both our hands were sliding around each other's waists, trying to get a good grip on the other's butt cheeks. We broke the kiss and started laughing. I said, "Do you get the impression we're both looking for the same thing here?"

Drew replied, "Yea, I think we are. I think you're sexy as hell, but it's your ass I've been thinking about. Your cock is nice, and its almost as big as mine, but ..."

"Don't you ever bottom?" I asked, touching his cock. He still had his foreskin. I found that sexy.

Drew slid his hands under my legs and picked me up, sitting me on his lap. It wasn't fair because he was a heck of a lot stronger than I was. He tried to cuddle me like a boy, but I reached out my hands, grabbed his nipples and started pulling on them. He gave a little moan that sounded almost like a growl.

"Sometimes," he said, "but not very often and not recently. You're pretty big and I doubt you can get inside me before we have to break this up and go to class."

I kissed his nose and stroked his cock. "I can bottom," I said, "and I've been told that I'm good at it, but not one gets inside me unless he returns the favor. Just because I look like a twinky little bottom boy, doesn't mean that I don't like to fuck."

Drew reached down and wrapped his large hand around both our hard cocks at the same time. He squeezed them together and began to stroke them slowly. He leaned forward and bit my chin gently. I leaned back and let him kiss my neck. His beard felt funny rubbing against my skin. He said in a low sexy voice, "We may not have time for a fuck, but there's more than enough time for a slow and sexy frot. We can figure the rest out later."

I hadn't really enjoyed this activity before because most of my partners in high school had smaller cocks than me. Drew and I were close enough to the same size that it was feeling really good. We lay down side by side and made out. My hands weren't as big as Drew's, so I left the stroking to him, while my hands were free to run through the hair on his head and on his chest, and to twist his nipples. His pecs were firm and muscly. And his nipples were very sensitive.

Drew edged us both for about thirty minutes before he let us cum. He was good; we came together. Afterwards, we shifted to a 69 position and cleaned each other's cocks. I don't think either of us had ever had a large one in our mouths, so we mostly concentrated on licked this shaft and sucking the head. We both made sure to peel back the other's foreskin and clean it good. Afterward we lay on the bed for a few more minutes. I was snuggled up under his arm because we fit together that way.

"I've got to get to class now," I said, getting up to get dressed. "We're definitely going to have a talk about fucking later."

Drew smiled and said, "Look, I really liked what we did, but I can go further if you want to. We'll have to have some sort of contest to see who gets the other's ass first."

We compared schedules and saw that we weren't both free until after 4:15 PM today. We made plans to meet at the room and go off campus to get some pizza and play some pool. We both wanted to get to know each other better. But drew warned me that he would have to be back on campus by 7:00 PM because he was meeting up with some friends tonight. He was 21, so I assumed that they were going to a bar, and I wouldn't be able to get in.

Classes were pretty good. I had a lot of introductory courses since I was a freshman. I was pursuing a double major, business administration and finance, following Mom Tina's path. She was a financial consultant who helped people manage their investments. She mostly met with her clients online. I wanted to do something similar, or maybe work for one of the big corporations in Chicago and work my way up to CEO someday. I had begun to fear that this school was going to be a homophobic nightmare after dealing with Kyle Mason, but it wasn't, despite its rural location. I noted a few obviously gay guys in each of my classes. Mondays and Wednesdays were my busiest days, with four classes. I had only three on Tuesdays and Thursdays. My Spanish class met Monday through Thursday, but it was about 20 minutes shorter each day. I finished my classes at 4:15 and headed back to the room to change.

Drew

Sex with Simon this morning had been fun. He was a small pretty boy, so I'd expected a different experience. Usually, pretty boys wanted to suck my cock or get it inside them as fast as possible. Simon was more like one of my jock friends. With them it was always a fun exercise to see which of us would come out on top. (It was usually me.) I thought that was probably what Simon was looking for. I'd have to think of some type of contest that wasn't physical because I'd always win that one. The weird incongruity of his slender frame and his sexual aggressiveness had touched something in me. I had always been attracted to the male body, but it was usually the mouth and the ass that drew my attention. I found myself intrigued by Simon's cock. It was smaller than mine, but on his thin, boyish body it looked huge. For the first time since I was a teenager, I was almost looking forward to getting him inside me some time.

This was my senior year, and I'd managed to take a full load every semester, so I only needed five classes each semester to graduate. I'd be done with classes by 4:15, same time as Simon, even though I started an hour later than him. I'd take him out to pizza and pool. I wanted him to know that he was accepted here, that most of the folks around here weren't overtly homophobic. Unfortunately, I had to be back on campus no later than 7:00 so I could meet up with the pack. Tonight, was the full moon, and I was the pack leader.

I was back in the room by 4:45 and Simon was already there. I was wearing my normal outfit, knit shorts, a t-shirt, and athletic shoes. Simon was dressed like a preppy twink in a pink polo shirt that was tucked into his pale blue shorts. He was wearing sandals and had one of those cross-shoulder bags that always looked like a purse to me.

We put down our backpacks and walked to the bus stop. Xav and I shared a car, and he lived in town and had more need of it, so I was usually taking public transit. This town had a public bus that stopped at both the college and Main Street. We were lucky enough to catch the bus a few minutes after we arrived and it took us only 20 minutes to get to Pappy Jack's Pizza Parlor downtown. It was a common hangout for students from the college. It had one room with two pool tables, another with a big screen tv and a bar (you had to show ID and get a handstamp if you wanted to drink alcohol) and the main room that had booths, tables, and a few arcade games.

Simon and I took a table and ordered a pizza to share. This time of the month I craved meat, so I wanted the big-meat pizza (sausage, pepperoni, ham, salami, and meatball). Simon said, "I'm down for some big meat."

I leaned forward and said, "I hoped that you'd say that."

We bantered back and forth, mostly talking about the day and getting to know one another better. Of course, our conversation was laced with sexual innuendo. It was a verbal sparring contest for dominance. I could have crushed the boy in a wrestling contest, but we were evenly matched in this kind of game.

"Do you play pool?" I asked, glancing at the empty table in the billiard room.

Simon looked over his shoulder and said, "You could teach me."

We went into the room took the empty table, which was the one at the back. We had to walk by another group as we went in. Two of them looked like college students, although I didn't know them. The other two were bearded men in their thirties. They looked like blue-collar types, so they may have worked at the paper mill on the other side of town. The college guys seemed to know them. It's my nature, so I was assessing them as threats when we went in. They seemed to be keeping an eye on the two of us, but they weren't making any threatening moves. I noticed that they seemed fit. They hadn't let themselves run to fat yet, like so many of the guys who lived here had. One of the two college guys smelled of fear. I wondered if he was one of those guys who were afraid of black men. That idea made me chuckle a little inside. Simon didn't seem that threatening to me.

I decided to keep an eye on the quartet just in case, but most of my attention was on the game. I racked the balls and explained the rules to Simon. I let him break first. He made a wild shot but was lucky enough to get the 5-ball into a side pocket, so he was solids. Unfortunately for him, he missed on his next shot. I managed to get the 9, 11 and 13-balls on my next turn.

When Simon was up next, I said, "Let me show you how to do it." I moved behind him and slipped my arms around him. I leaned in and helped him line up the shot. I could feel his round, firm butt beneath me. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was grinding my hard cock into his ass. That's the best thing about teaching someone how to shoot pool. I knew I was getting to him because he was pushing his butt back against me.

Simon made his next shot with me helping him. He sank the 3-ball in a corner pocket, but he missed the shot after that. I sank the 10 and the 14. When it was Simon's turn, I asked, "Do you want me to help you out again?"

He put his hand on my chest and said, "I don't think so, big guy. You can't change my mind on this subject. If you win, I'll let you go first, but you have to promise that I get a chance at your muscly ass afterwards. Unless you want to make it interesting. Say, the winner gets to demand one service from the loser and the loser has to do it, no matter what."

"Okay, boy, if you want it that way," I said. I figured that he was looking for a way to lose so he could get my cock inside him. He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Sucker," he said. He leaned over the table and wiggled his butt at me. He sank the 6, then the 1, then the 4, leaving us with two balls each plus the 8-ball.

"So, you did know how to play," I said, goosing him at the exact right moment to throw his shot off.

He turned around and smiled at me. "I guess I deserved that," he said. "But big guys like you are always ready to make assumptions. There was a pool table in my school, and I used to get more one muscle jock on his knees with that trick. And now that we're even, I'm planning on doing the same to you."

He whispered, "Don't worry, I won't use my request to make you shave your ass. I've never fucked a hairy ass before, and I want to see what it feels like."

"Okay," I said, moving closer so I towered over him and put my knee between his legs, lightly pressing on his hard cock, "you played me fair and square, but you haven't won yet. If I win, I'm going to spank your butt before fucking it."

We were whispering, so no one could hear our words, but no one could possibly miss the fact that we were getting intimate. I leaned in and kissed him. Then I patted his cheek and said, "Now let me beat your pants off you, before I beat your ass."

My words were cocky, but I missed the next shot. Simon laughed at me, then sank his remaining two balls. He had only the 8-ball level. He was good, at least as good as I was. I missed the next shot, but so did he. On my next turn, I sank my last two balls, putting us even. Unfortunately for me, we both missed the next round, but then Simon sank the 8-ball.

He reached around and patted my butt. "I think we'll have to set a date for my cock and these meaty globes," he said with a smile.

We had time for another soda, then we had to go.

Interlude

[Dale took a final swig of his beer as he watched the pair walk out of the room. The big guy was named Andrew Janowski and he was the one who'd been fingered as the leader of the local pack. The little black guy seemed to be his boyfriend or something, which was odd because the reports he'd seen said that the pack leader was in a relationship with a tough looking blond woman named Dawn. She was believed to be a werewolf as well. The plan had been to knab her tonight and the agents were already on campus, but it might be easier to knab this little gay boy instead.

While the two were sitting down in the main room to enjoy another soda, Dale sent one of the college guys, the homophobic guy named Joe Peters to carry a message. He called an uber on his phone and would deliver the new plan.

Bart was getting another pitcher of beer when they left. The pack leader said he had a "thing" to do. That had to be the gathering under the moon. The little guy had said that he was going to the library. We would set a trap there for him so we could draw the pack into an ambush. Maybe we could rid this town of werewolves in one night. The report from July said there were only about 6-8 of them.

It was going to be a good night.]

Simon

Once we got back to school, Drew took off to meet some of his friends. I enjoyed spending time with him, but he was older than me. Two years may not seem like a lot, but the difference between 19 and 21 was a big deal. There were some places I couldn't go even if Drew had invited me. I didn't mind; I planned to get a head start on the essay I had to finish by Monday for my Philosophy and Economics class. I could get a couple of hours in at the library and still get to bed at a decent hour.

I went to the room and grabbed my tablet computer. I knew that some of my fellow students would probably think I was a spoiled rich kid, but I had a laptop that I usually left on my desk. My moms weren't rich, but they'd always made enough to make sure we had what we needed for school. The tablet did everything I needed, but its screen was too small to play game or watch videos.

The library had three floors plus a basement level filled with books. I found a couple of references I needed and headed up to the third floor to find the books. I had to check the context of the quotes I wanted to use so that I was sure to use them correctly. I was caught up in what I was doing, so it took me a few minutes to notice the guy who was obviously cruising me. He was always in the next aisle over from me, watching me over the books on the shelf. I pulled a two of the books of the shelf quickly and saw a young guy with dark blond hair and blue eyes. I peered at him and said in a low voice, "Wait. I'll be right there."

I walked around to the aisle he was in and took a closer look at him. He was my height and about my weight. His skin was fair but had a good summer tan. He had a shaggy hair cut that made him seem boyish. He was wearing a rainbow t-shirt and a pair of casual shorts. He had athletic shoes on his feet without any socks. He was smiling at me, and he gave a little wave.

"Hi," he said, a little nervously. "I've been watching you."

I smiled back at him and said, "I noticed."

He stepped forward and he reached his hand out tentatively. I took it and brought it to my lips and gently kissed his fingertips. He almost purred as he moved closer to me. I pulled him into an embrace, and we locked lips. Our tongues were dueling for control of the kiss, but he gave only token resistance before letting me take the lead. I felt his hand move down and trace the outline of my erection through my pants. This boy wasn't fooling around.

When we came up for air, the boy whispered, "There's a little hallway at the back of the library. There's a door, but it's unlocked."

"Show me the way," I growled at him. He laughed and pulled me along by the hand. The hallway had a couple of closed doors and a large freight elevator. He leaned against the wall opposite the elevator and pulled me towards him. I fell on him and began kissing him hard. His hands fumbled with my belt and the zipper on my pants. He seemed urgent.

He worked my pants down to my knees and grabbed my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. He was trembling. I didn't know if it was the chill of the air conditioning, or if he was afraid. I wrapped one arm around his waist and let the other slip inside his shorts. He was wearing a cloth belt, so it was plenty stretchy enough. He gave a little jump when my finger slid into his crack and began massaging his anus. I didn't want there to be any question in his mind what I wanted.

The door leading back into the library opened and two men came in. I panicked and tried to cover up, but my pants were down around my knees. Both men were bigger than me, so I was overwhelmed quickly. One of them covered my mouth with his hand, while the other one pulled out a syringe with an ugly needle in it. My golden boy with the shaggy hair was standing back looking nervous. He looked afraid, but he seemed to be mostly afraid of me. I couldn't understand why.

The man grappling me turned my body so that my butt was exposed. The man with the needle stabbed me in the butt. I was afraid to move with that needle in my ass.

"How long will it take to work," my golden boy asked.

The man with the needle pulled it out and put it in a case he kept in a pouch on his belt. He said, "No more than a minute. Then we'll know for sure."

The shaggy blond boy seemed almost apologetic. "We're sorry about this," he said. "But we have to know whether you're one of them or not. If you aren't you have our apologies, but if you are, we're just doing what we have to do."

I was struggling, but the man grappling me was too strong. He held onto me for several minutes. The other one grabbed my wrist and felt for a pulse. "It's been long enough for the injection to work," he said. "I think this boy's one of us."

With a chuckle, he looked over at the shaggy blond and said, "Well, one of you at least." He seemed amused by his own joke, but I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Calm down," the shaggy blond boy said. "You're going to be alright. We aren't going to cause you any permanent harm. We're not after you. We're after that blond guy you were with, Andrew Michael Janowski."

What the hell did they want with Drew? I wondered. And what did it have to do with me. My questions were answered when the guy with the needle said, "We just want your boyfriend. He seems like he's a very busy guy. We originally planned to grab his girlfriend, Dawn Schiller, but you gave us an opportunity and frankly, since you aren't reacting to the moly serum, you're a lot safer a target."

He pulled out a bandana, a knit cap and a length of thin rope. He tied the bandana around my mouth as a gag, then tied my hands behind my back. Last he put the knit cap on my head and pulled it down over my eyes.

I heard the boy's voice again saying, "I'm sorry. I really did like you." Then the men called the freight elevator and dragged me along with them. I couldn't see where we were going, but I could tell when they loaded me into a van and started the engine. One of the men, probably the grappler, sat next to me in the seat and always kept one hand on me. We drove for a few minutes. It wasn't very long at all when we stopped. Then they dragged me out of the van.

I could hear other voices talking low, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I thought they were probably whispering because they didn't want me to understand them. I could hear the distinctive sound of guns being loaded. From the noise, there must have been half a dozen men in the group.

As they were leading me stumbling into the woods, I could hear the vehicles driving off. The men were fairly quiet walking under the trees. Since I was blindfolded, I kept tripping and almost falling, but the big guy I called the grappler didn't allow me to fall onto the ground. We were moving as fast as their need for stealth would allow. A short way into the woods, my arms were untied and retied in front of me, more loosely. I felt a sharp blade slice into my lower arm. I knew that I was bleeding and the man holding me was holding my arms away from my body. He was making me bleed onto the ground.

Periodically, we would stop, and I would be made to bleed again. I suspected the cuts weren't deep because they had to cut me again several times. In the end, I was picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder. I could tell he was climbing a tree because I could feel the bark through my pants. Once we'd gotten where we were going, the man said, "You'll live through this night, if you just play it smart and don't try to interfere. Your boyfriend isn't going to be so lucky."

Why did they think Drew was my boyfriend? I wondered. To the best of my knowledge, we hadn't been affectionate in public. They must have been watching us while we played pool. Some of these guys must have been in the pizza parlor then. Drew and I had been a little playful, and one of the bearded guys had stared at us.

"We should just gut this one too," said a nasal voice. "He may not be a wolf, but he's still a faggot."

"Hush it, dumbass," a different voice, deeper and less whiny, said. "This ain't about anyone being gay. This about protecting human beings from monsters."

They stopped arguing went back to whispering. So, they thought Drew was a monster of some kind. And they wanted to kill him. Earlier, the guy with the needle had talked about wolves. None of this made any sense. I strained to listen in on their whispered conversation. I couldn't tell one voice from another.

"Soon they'll be at that circle where they meet."

"How many are there hereabouts?"

"We watched them in June, July and August. The most they ever had was eight."

"Shit! That ain't nothing. Eight should be a cakewalk with the firepower we have."

"You checked that these bullets are silver, didn't you?"

"Goddamn it yes. How many times do I have to tell you? Silver bullets, more than 700 rounds of silver ammunition. That's a hundred rounds each."

"Damn, I can't wait to kill me some wolves!"

These people sound like they're insane, I thought. Did they think Drew was a werewolf? What the fuck was wrong with them? I had no faith that a group of crazies would let me live after they committed murder, so I had to think of something.

Drew

We gathered from the college campus and from town and began making our way to the clearing in the woods we used every month when the moon was full. During the summer, there were seven of us in town, mostly townies, but during the school year that number would swell to about four times that amount. This was the first pack meeting of the new school year. I knew that there were fifteen in the dorms (all in my dorm, the guys on the third floor and the girls on the 4^th) and another six in off-campus housing. When you added the townies who lived here all year round, that brought our numbers up to twenty-seven. While college was in session, we were a large pack. Between me, my girl Dawn, my right hand Darren, and my brother Xav we kept tight control. I couldn't have done this without them. Without Dawn, I wouldn't have been able to supervise the girls. They had their own power structure within the pack and would respect my authority only in general terms. Darren acted as my lieutenant and handled the boys; and my brother Xav, two years my senior, organized everything and kept the townies in check. This week, he'd released two dozen goats into the woods. We were as ready as we could be.

My mind was still confused a little by Simon. He was a cute little thing, skin like milk chocolate and a tight little bubble butt. He was physically frail compared to me, but he was strong like steel inside. I respected him. I had to make sure not to judge him by appearances. He didn't have a lot of friends here yet; he was a city-boy from Chicago and wasn't used to small town America. If this were any other night, I would have found a way to take him out and introduced him to some people, maybe a guy he'd like. I knew a few submissive boys who'd be only too happy to meet him. But tonight, no one outside the pack could be here. That was one of our oldest and most sacred laws. If I tried to break it, even Xav wouldn't be able to save my position. He was the spirit speaker of our pack, and his job was to enforce the law not to make exceptions.

Dawn was walking next to me. It was so close to moonrise that I could smell all her pheromones even in human form. We were a perfect match. We had killer sex and we had the same vision for the pack. I think she was planning to stay here after graduation, like me, so we could become townies and settle down. She kept her girls under tighter control than I did the guys, and best of all, she liked to play around on her own and didn't get bothered by my boys on the side. She growled a little and looked over at me with a smile. The coming moon was beginning to sing in our blood. I could feel the wolf stirring. This was the one night of the month when we had no choice but to let our wolves out.

We were all wearing loose sweats that we would be losing at moonrise. We spread out so we could approach the clearing from different sides. There was a puzzling scent in the area, but I was afraid to let the wolf out yet, not this close to moonrise. I might not be able to put him back before calling the pack. When we got to the clearing, we gathered in a circle. Dawn and Xav stood with me in the center, with the other twenty-four scattered around us.

I glanced at Xav with a questioning look. "Thirteen minutes until moonrise," he said, knowing what I was asking without words like he had since we were kids. William Xavier Janowski, my older brother Xav, was of average height for a man, so he was a few inches shorter than me. He was slender where I was muscular, and his feature were soft, where mine were angular. He wore his blond hair down below his shoulders, keeping it out of his face with a loose French braid. He had eyelashes longer than Dawn's and he was clean shaven whereas most of the men in the pack wore beards.

"Let's get started, then," I said, climbing onto the rock that we used as a dais. Xav took hold of his spirit bag and chanted in a sing-song voice. A breeze sprang up and swirled around us. The crowd grew quiet as he invoked the elements. No one listening to Xav could doubt that he was gay. His voice and mannerism were extremely flamboyant. Since I'd known him all my life, I knew that he'd become campier over the years.

"We stand before you, spirits of the wild, on this sacred night, the last full moon of summer, preparing for the blood hunt," Xav said. "Each member of the tribe will allow their two spirits to join, partaking in this sacred ritual of our tribe."

I raised my arms and said, "As your leader by right of blood and teeth, I stand before you on this night, prepared to lead you in the hunt." I removed my sweats and stood naked before the pack so they could see that I was fit to lead. "Is there anyone here who disputes my claim?"

I could see that some of them wanted to, especially the four older men who'd enjoyed bullying the weaker members of the pack under the previous leader. In my sophomore year, when I was only twenty years old, I'd beaten him for control of the pack and he'd fled, taking many of his most dedicated followers with him. But none of them dared to challenge me, just like they hadn't for the last 19 months. They lowered their eyes and joined in the acclamation of the pack.

Xav was holding up two fingers, so I kept the speech short and ended with, "Bare yourselves before the moon, our mother!"

The pack began kicking off shoes and dropping their sweats. It was so close to moonrise that any of us could have shifted, even the weakest among us, but it was traditional on this night to await the touch of moonlight on the skin. When the first rays touched our skin, we changed. This was the moment when we were most vulnerable. Some of us had enough control to change quickly. It seldom took me more than a few seconds and I experienced very little pain. Dawn was the same. Xav changed so easily that it was like he was shrugging off one form and slipping into another. He was the only one faster than Darren who had run as wolf most the summers when he was back in Montana.

I howled, essentially making the same offer as a wolf that I'd made as a man, inviting any challengers to my authority. None came. I took a deep breath to catch the scent of prey. I could smell the goats, their scent carried on the wind, but I smelled something else. It was Simon. He'd been here within the last hour or so, and he'd been bleeding. There was no reason he should be here, except as bait. Whoever made him bleed was expecting me to follow. It was a trap, but I had no choice but to follow it anyway. I pawed at the ground where the scent was strongest and growled at Dawn and Xav. They sniffed the ground and looked at me. We couldn't talk in wolf form, but we had ways of communicating basic ideas. I let them know that we were following this trail, but we were not attacking the one who left it.

The pack followed my lead. They had no idea what we were hunting. Tonight, we were seeking two-legged prey. If they laid a blood trail for me to follow, they knew about us, and they intended us harm. The law of the pack allowed us to defend ourselves. It was our obligation to end the threat.

Despite being in wolf form, we retained our intelligence and will. We didn't just lope along the trail without care. Our wolf spirits were hunters by nature, and our human spirits were hunters by training. I was able to communicate to the pack that we were hunting the most dangerous prey. The smell of Simon's blood was almost overshadowed by the smell of men, men wearing an animal musk in an attempt to mask their own smell. We carefully padded into the small clearing. I could smell the men around us, but I couldn't see them. Then a man fell out of a tree and screamed, destroying the makeshift wall of a hunter's blind.

Simon

The men grew quiet, and we sat waiting. They were focused on their ambush, so they didn't see me ease the knit cap high enough to see. They were intent on watching the tree line at the edge of the clearing. I was lying on the floor of the blind, so I couldn't see anything on the other side, but I could see the men. One of them was near me with his face pressed against the blind so he could see out in the bright moonlight. I saw the leader raise his hand to give the signal to attack, and I acted without thinking. I pulled my legs back and kicked the guy nearest me in the ass. He tumbled forward and fell out of the blind, screaming as he fell. I hoped he would break his neck.

That's when all hell broke loose. Two of the men were struggling to get a line of sight to their targets, since the wall was halfway down. The other three were firing. Their weapons weren't automatic, but they were working the levers on their rifles fast and they were firing a shot every other second.

"There are more than seven of them, Bill," one of the men yelled. "There must be thirty or forty of them!"

"Joe's down", another man said, staring at the ground.

I could hear the whining of wolves in the clearing.

Drew

We had just a second or two of warning when the man fell from the hunter's blind in the tree. That's where Simon was hidden. I could smell his fear and the sweaty musk of his groin. Several members of the pack were wounded. They were howling in pain. Normal bullets wouldn't have been this effective. These guys were using silver weapons, which meant they knew what they were doing. I loped to the base of the tree and did something few other shifters could do. In our pack, it was Xav, Drew and me. Dawn was still trying to master it and could sometimes pull it off. Xav had only taught me the trick last summer. I shifted form. It would have been taboo to resume human form during the blood hunt, but my new form was bipedal, a perfect blend between my human body and my wolf body. I sprang to the lowest limb on the tree and started to climb.

Simon

I was trying to work my way out of the cord tying my hands together. My arm hurt like hell where these assholes had cut me. I saw the leader, just as he turned to look at me. It was clear from the direction I was laying that I was responsible for Joe's lethal fall. He came over and started to kick me. He was trying to kick me out of the blind, so I'd fall to my death like Joe had. I was trying to kick him as well. He didn't see the monstrous form springing onto the platform. He, and it was definitely he, was over six feet tall and powerfully built, with light brown fur covering his body. He had a toothy muzzle in the middle of his face. His eyes were light greenish blue. Despite the inhuman features, I somehow knew that it was Drew.

He growled, "Face someone your own size!"

My attacker turned and tried to bring his rifle to bear on Drew, but the shot went wild. The other three men noticed the monster in their midst and turned their backs to the open front of the blind. They were trying to aim carefully so they could shoot Drew and not hit their leader.

"Did you know they could turn into wolfmen?" one of them yelled. "No one told us they could climb trees!" They'd expected an easy slaughter, but it hadn't gone according to their plan. Drew was evading the shots while he leaped on one of the two and bit him on the shoulder. The leader took careful aim as well. I kicked him in the leg, and his shot hit Drew in the shoulder instead of the heart. One of the remaining men fired wild, but the other was taken by surprise by a slender wolfman who leaped through the open front of the blind, hovering in the air for a few seconds like he was held aloft by the wind. He was only a little taller than me, and his sleek golden-brown fur shone in the moonlight. He had long hair that was braided and hung down his back, and he had the most amazing blue eyes.

He was holding a wolf in his arms, a large wolf with light brown fur. He released the wolf onto the floor of the platform, and it sprang towards the one of the men, knocking him backwards off the hunting platform. He fell with a sickening crunch.

Drew turned around and bit the leader who was standing near me. He was in pain, and I could see the blood from the exit wound. It looked bad, but not as bad as the gushing wound the leader now had on his shoulder. Drew's hand had wrapped around the barrel of the rifle and was pushing it to one side so it couldn't be used against him.

The other two men were facing off against the sleek blond wolfman and the light-colored wolf. In close quarters, their rifles were harder to aim. They fired wild. Below the tree I could hear the whining of wolves who knew their prey was in the tree but had no way to reach them. The wolf bit its targets arm and wouldn't let go. The sleek wolfman looked smaller and less powerful than the man he was fighting. He didn't try to bite his opponent. Instead, he gave a growl that sounded almost like words. A look of stark terror crossed the man's face and he backed up and cowered in farthest corner of the tent.

The leader dropped his rifle and pulled a blade from a sheath at his waist. I could see that it shone with a silver gleam. He sank it into Drew's abdomen, and Drew latched his fangs onto his arm. I used my teeth to untie the cord on my wrists.

I could see the wolf still chewing on the gunman's arm while he pulled a knife from his belt and began stabbing his attacker. His blade must not have been silver. It wasn't breaking the skin, but it was making the wolf flinch in pain. The sleek wolfman moved to the back of the platform and approached the cowering man who sought to flee along the only path open to him. He crouched near the open front of the platform, his eyes shifting back and forth between the wolfman, and the twelve-foot drop to the ground below. The leader twisted the knife in Drew's gut, Drew was trying to wrestle the knife out of his hands.

The cowering man took up a defensive position. His eyes were wide with terror, so he couldn't attack, but he wasn't so far gone that he was willing to jump out of the tree. The sleek wolfman growled a few words I couldn't understand and gripped the bag around his neck. A blast of wind struck the man in the chest, flinging him backwards off the platform. The wolf maintained its grip on the other man's wrist and twisted around, causing him to spin out of control. When the wolf let go, the man's wrist was hanging limp. He made a couple of weak stabs with the knife.

My hands were free. I grabbed the leader's dropped rifle. I'd never fired one before and I didn't want to miss, especially with all that body armor he was wearing. I looked for a spot to shoot him. I did not want to miss and hit Drew. The leader's armor came down below his butt. I doubted that this would have worked if his back weren't turned to me, but I slid the barrel so that it was pointed up under the bottom of the vest without touching him. Then I pulled the trigger. I'd hoped for something cool and gross, but the rifle jerked, and I hit him in the thigh.

The wolf now its gunman on the run. It was lunging at him, teeth bared and growling, and the man was just dodging. The sleek wolfman was about to do something to the dodging man, but he saw how badly Drew was doing. With a wave of his hand, the same breeze that had blown the man off the platform began blowing in the leader's face, distracting him. Drew latched onto his throat with his fangs.

I was nowhere near confident enough to shoot while they were fighting so close to one another. I didn't notice when the wolf got the better of the last gunman. I did see the leader go down in front of me. The sleek wolfman growled, "Dawn, Drew, go down and stop the pack from eating those men. It would feed the worst nature of their wolves."

Drew bent down and licked my face, the closest he could come to a kiss in this form, then dropped the chain ladder and carried Dawn down to the ground. The sleek wolfman crouched next to me and growled. "We'll talk after the hunt. I need you to stay put for now."

He touched my forehead and said, "Sleep." Darkness overcame me and I drifted off.

Drew

I assumed my wolf form once I was on the ground and went to control the pack. It wasn't easy, even though Darren was in wolf form growling and snarling to keep them at bay. The darker nature of their wolf spirits was trying to drive them to indulge their hunger, but between Dawn and I we able to get them under control. When Xav met up with us, we resumed the hunt. It was successful. We caught our goats and ran through the woods until just before moonset.

When we got back to the ambush site, we rested until dawn, then shifted back to human form. We'd been so energized by the full moon that we weren't quite exhausted, although we were fatigued. But there was business to take care of. Xav climbed up to the platform and carried Simon down to join us. He laid him out on the ground next to us.

Simon

When I woke, I was lying on the ground in the woods. Naked men and women were standing around talking. They seemed to be talking about me, so I pretended to be asleep and listened. The conversation was between Drew, a woman, and a man with a very campy voice. I later learned that their names were Dawn and Xav. So, he was the brother Drew had spoken about.

"All I'm saying is that he's a problem, no matter how much he did to help in there," Dawn said.

"I won't allow it," Drew said. "I can't. It's not right."

"You don't have a choice Drew," Dawn said in a low voice. "You can't ignore the first rule of the pack. No one who witnesses the blood hunt can be allowed to speak of it. You know what that means, what it's always meant. It isn't just your position as pack leader at stake. They could kill you." She was gesturing at the naked crowd who were still standing around.

Xav said, "There is another way. Members of the pack can be trusted not to spill our secrets."

"I don't know, Xav," Drew said. "I can't do that to him without his permission. It's too big, too permanent."

Then I heard Drew shout, "Get the hell off me Dawn! Xav, no!"

I opened my eyes to see Xav in wolfman for leap on me. His teeth bit into me, hard enough to break the skin, but not hard enough to cause serious harm. While he was biting me, his sapphire eyes were sad. He assumed his human form. He placed a warm hand against my face, then on the wound he'd left on my arm. He turned his back towards me, and I could see his firm bubble butt. I couldn't help but get excited, even though I was exhausted from sleeping on a hard floor, I was and pissed because Xav had bitten me.

"It's done now," Xav said. "Let him up, Dawn. Drew, you should get your students back to campus before classes begin. My people will take care of the bodies and the mess."

Drew looked shocked at what his brother had done. He came over to help me up. "Xav," he said, "I can't believe you did that. You swore to follow me, not to undermine me."

Xav shook his head and looked tired. For the first time since I'd seen him, he looked older than Drew. "I am doing what I'm supposed to do," he sighed. "I'm supporting your leadership in a spiritual sense, even when I have to go against your wishes. You're too important to this pack for me to let you risk it all by defying our sacred traditions. They – he gestured at the crowd of tired looking werewolves milling around the scene of the battle – would have turned on you. Now they won't."

He looked at me with those deep sapphire eyes and said, "You may hate me now, Simon, but I just saved your life and probably my brother's life too. If you ever forgive me, come see me in town. Until then, let Drew teach you what you need to know."

Strangely enough, I didn't blame him, even though I knew what he had done. He seemed sad and apologetic. I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. He was my height and not much more solid than I was. "I don't hate you, Xav," I said. "I know why you did what you did."

"Thank you, beautiful boy," he said. I realized that my erection could be felt through my pants. It was pressing into his leg. He patted my shoulder and whispered, "If you're ever interested in an older man, you can come see me anytime."

Xav took charge of the clean-up and Drew gathered his people up and started walking out of this clearing. He held out his arm and said, "Are you coming, pack brother?"

I ran up and let him put his arm around my shoulder. "It was good of you to forgive Xav," he said. "I don't know that I could have done what had to be done, not until I explained it to you first and the pack may not have given me time. And if I did it, the pack may have wanted to keep you on probation for a month to see if your wolf spirit developed. They won't question it with Xav. He knows more about spirit matters than the rest of us put together. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Lot's," I said, "but I need time to figure out what I need to ask before I can ask it."

He hugged me tight, more like a younger brother than as a lover, although he still owed me his ass and I intended to collect. "Are you sure that you don't have anything to ask right now because once we get back to the dorm we have to get ready class right away," he asked.

I thought about it for a moment then asked him, "Xav called himself an older man. How old is old?"

"He's only 24, but he looks as young as you do when I'm not making life hard for him," he replied.

"And was he serious about wanting me to go to visit him?" I asked.

"I'm sure he was," he replied. "My brother could smell the alpha wolf taking root in you. I think I can, too, although my nose for such things isn't as keen as Xav's."

"Is he seeing anyone?" I asked, maybe a little too eager. Xav was a very good-looking man, more pretty than handsome, and his ass was fine. He wasn't a muscle jock, but I was interested just the same.

Drew chuckled and said, "If you're looking for anything long term, look elsewhere. Xav likes attention and he's likely "seeing" several guys, not all of them even pack brothers."

"Cool," I said. Then I whispered so only he could hear me, "But I haven't forgotten our bet. I still want to take a shot at your ass. I won it fair and square."

"I'm your pack leader," he whispered back. "Don't you think you're being a little impertinent, maybe even insubordinate?" He was chuckling, so I knew he was toying with me instead of being angry.

"A bet's a bet," I said.

He hugged me tighter. We went to the large clearing where all the packs clothes were lying around. Then we walked out of the woods to the parking lot, and we hitched a ride back to campus with Darren. I hadn't gotten a good rest last night and my new pack brothers hadn't gotten any, but we got dressed and headed to class.

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

· Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He has no current boyfriend.

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

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

Minor Characters

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

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

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

· 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

· Meghan Connelly. A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers.

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

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

· 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 Jason's watchers to keep an eye on him.

· 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.