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. It's the
story of two young men who are kind of like an Odd Couple; one's a slob
and one's neat; one's an engineer and one's a music major; one's a top and
one's a bottom; one's mundane and one's a mage. When a spell goes wrong, a
young mage learns to be careful what he wishes for, and to understand the
difference between a fantasy and real life. I have already written seven
chapters. If I publish one chapter each week, I should be able to stay ahead of
my readers.
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.
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 2
It would be best to go back and read chapter 2 if you haven't done
so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
Alonzo and Erik have an afternoon of sexual antics in their room.
Erik is surprised when he finds out that he'd taken Alonzo's virginity. His
kissing and cocksucking skills had led Erik to believe that he was more
experienced. Alonzo decided that he was going to try to a good boyfriend for Erik
even though he's put off by Erik's shortness and average size penis. The two go
over to Jason and Kieran's room. A pizza party turned into a group sex session,
although the two tops didn't swap partners. Because of the sexual excitement in
the room, Alonzo agreed to strip down to his underwear. He and Kieran were
almost naked, while Erik and Jason were completely clothed. Jason introduced
Erik and Alonzo to his magic teas and pills. Erik fucked Alonzo on the bed next
to Jason who was playing with Kieran's butt. Both bottom boys came from the
attention their tops were giving them. They held hands during the experience.
Alonzo, who would have promised anything at that point, agreed to let Erik
remove his body hair permanently.
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.
· 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.
Wishcraft Chapter 3
(Watch What You Wish For)
Alonzo
I woke up Sunday before Erik did. I decided to shower and get ready for the day, but when I got back to the room, I noticed that he was sleeping on his back on his bed. The sheet had slipped enough for me to see part of his cock. I pulled it back so I could see the whole shaft. I don't know why I did it, but I knelt quietly by the bed and put it in my mouth. He hadn't showered since he'd fucked me last night. I hadn't anticipated the musty taste of my ass on his dick. I'd been cleaned out by Jason's magic tea before the event, so there were no unpleasant streaks on his cock.
The taste wasn't bad at all. Why had I spent a year sucking freshly washed dick when I could have been enjoying the rich manly flavor I was tasting now? I felt Erik stir beneath me. His hand wrapped in my hair.
"Don't stop," he said, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put both hands on my head, pulling me lower on his cock.
"Nnn-nnn," I said around a mouthful of Erik's dick.
He was getting more forceful. That was good. I let him take control. He began to fuck my face. I let him. Erik's dick wasn't that big. It was on the small side of average, which made sense considering that he was short. It was no trouble taking all of his cock, of course I'd been practicing on a dildo for months so that I could take a dick all the way down to the root. It didn't take long before he was filling my mouth with cum. I swallowed it. I'd loved the taste of cum from my very first taste of my own when I was twelve.
"That was an awesome way to wake up, roomie," he said. "You can do that every morning."
There he went. Once again, Erik was making assumptions about my willingness to serve him. I shrugged and said something non-committal. I went to gather my things to get dressed, but he came up to me holding that jar of cream he gotten from Jason last night.
"Let me do you before you get dressed. It will be easier for than trying to do it yourself," he said.
I'd forgotten that I'd promised to remove my body hair last night. I'd been caught up in the sexual excitement. I probably would have promised anything in the heat of the moment. Erik opened the jar and began stirring the cream.
"I'm not sure about this, Erik," I said. "Jason said it was permanent."
"That means you can stop trimming your bush, and you won't have to worry about your body hair getting any thicker over time," he replied. He moved the bamboo paddle close to my chest.
I was getting seriously pissed off at Erik assuming that he was entitled to make decisions for me. On the other hand, he was right about the convenience. I was beginning to get stubble by five o'clock, and I'd noticed that my calves were getting hairier. I found myself twisting around in the bathroom trying to see if I was growing hair on my back. So far nothing, but the fear was always there.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Fine. Go ahead."
Erik
It was great waking up to Alonzo's pretty lips sucking my cock. Unlike Timmy Kravitz, fucking Alonzo had made him more responsive, more eager. This was shaping up to be a great year. I loved the look of hairless boys. I began to spread the hair removal cream on Alonzo's chest, and my cock began to swell in anticipation. I took my time. I wanted the job to be perfect. I didn't want a single hair below his eyelashes.
Once I'd covered him completely, we waited the 20 minutes for the cream to dry. Then we got in the shower together. He'd already showered, but he needed to wash off the residue, and I needed to shower.
Alonzo's hairless body was even more exciting that it had been before. I insisted on washing him myself instead of letting him do it. Now that he was perfectly smooth, I wanted to touch him all over. I'd never eaten an ass until last night. Other than the few hairs around Alonzo's ass, which was a total turn off for me, it was amazing. I'd always thought that a real man should make his bottom boy eat his ass, as a power move. But there was no feeling so powerful as using your tongue to make that bottom boy squeal in delight. Now Alonzo's ass was smooth, not a single hair to turn me off. I knelt behind him and began to tongue his pucker.
It was still clean from last night. Jason had told me that the cleansing tea he was giving the boys was only necessary once a day, but that he liked to give it twice a day for the first few days just to make sure. He was as turned off by shit as I was.
Alonzo still tasted good. I could taste my cum in his ass. I didn't love the taste of cum, but it wasn't a turn off for me. I tongued him until he was loose and wet. He was also moaning and wiggling his hips. Like I said, a total power trip to hold that much power over another man. No. Jason was right. Alonzo was a sub boy. He needed to be treated like one. He planned to get Jason's advice on how to train him up properly so he would know his place. With any luck he would be able to keep him for all four years, maybe longer.
"Ay papi," Alonzo said. "Fuck me hard."
I didn't need more of an invitation than that. I stood up and slid my cock into his soft ass. He moaned loudly. I began to fuck him, slowly. I wanted it to last. I rubbed my hands up his smooth torso and pinched his nipples. He squealed again and began thrusting his ass back against my pelvis, his asshole clenching with each pinch.
I was about to order him to jack off while I was fucking him. There was nothing like the feeling of an ass in the throes of orgasm milking your cock to climax. I slid my hands down, and I felt them brush against Alonzo's smooth, hard cock. Damn! I thought, that feels nice.
Hard cocks had always been a turn off for me. I guessed that it had been the hair. Alonzo's hairless cock felt warm and silky in my hand. I began to stroke him slowly. He leaned back and rested his head on my shoulder. I leaned forward and nibbled his ear. Dammit, I thought (not for the first time), I'm too fucking short.
Nonetheless, I was in charge of my orgasm as well as Alonzo's. I could speed up the stroking to bring him closer to climax, or slow down to hold it off. I waited until the point where I was about to cum, then I stroked him to completion. His cock erupted, covering my hand in his cum. His ass spasmed around my own cock and I filled him with my seed. We almost fell over when his knees grew weak.
I held my hand up to his mouth and he licked his own cum off it. I spun him around and guided him to his knees. He swallowed my cock to the root and greedily sucked it clean.
Alonzo
I can't believe that I had hesitated to use that cream. Once I was smooth and hairless from face to toes, Erik had changed. His hands and lips were all over me. He's been reluctant to eat my ass last night, but he went for it with gusto today. I noticed that he was willing to kiss me in the mornings, after I'd shaved, but not later in the day when I began to develop a little stubble. He'd never wanted to touch my dick before, leaving me to find my own pleasure while he watched. This morning, he'd stroked me off while fucking me, and he was an expert at timing it. He liked me to cum first, probably so my ass muscles could bring him over the top. I wondered if it was possible to learn to control those muscles better. I'd have to do research on that.
We both got dressed to go next door for the special teas Jason had promised us. Erik reminded me that Kieran would feel singled out if I was fully dressed, so I wore my sexiest deep purple briefs. Erik was in an old pair of sweats, as usual. When we went next door, Kieran was naked, and Jason was still in his silky boxers. He'd already made the tea and doled out the pills. Kieran took his first and I was given mine while he was in the bathroom emptying his bowels. I felt so empty that I was sure that it wouldn't work on me this morning. I was wrong. I didn't fill the bowl like I had last night, but it was more than I'd expected.
When I got back to the room, Kieran was kneeling on the floor, licking Jason's knees. Jason looked at me, 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 me, and spoke to Erik, "Don't you think your boy's a little overdressed?"
Erik turned and looked at me. He walked over and pulled my briefs down, exposing my hairless cock. "I think that's a good idea," he said. "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."
I was about to object. Erik was making decisions about me without even asking. But I suddenly realized that he was trying to compete with Jason. I felt weak and submissive when I was around I was around Jason. Did Erik feel threatened?
Erik then turned to Jason and 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."
I really wasn't sure about any of this, but my cock was beginning to get hard again. I had to get out of here. When Erik called, I picked up my briefs and followed him back to our room. Before I could lay into him in private for his behavior, Erik grabbed my arms and kissed me, tongue and all. His hands reached around to smack my butt. His other hand stroked my dick.
"You can't let Kieran show you up," he said. "He's pretty, but so are you. Besides, I like Jason seeing you and knowing he can't have you."
He looked into my eyes, and he suddenly seemed uncertain. "He can't, can he?" he asked unexpectedly.
I felt sorry for him. Jason must make him feel insecure.
"No," I said. "He can't."
I didn't add that the main reason was that Jason was in love with Kieran. He had eyes for no one else. I thought that he might be pushing Erik to make me his boy because he was afraid Erik was eying Kieran too much.
"Good," he said. "I've got to hit the gym and the computer store. If you do your laundry, do mine too, okay?"
"No problem," I said. There he was, I thought, treating me like a servant again.
Of course, I was going to do it. Otherwise, it would be lying all over the room. I did both our laundry. I also made both our beds. I had enough time to go get a late breakfast at the Starbucks on campus before the Pagan Traditions club meeting. I wasn't really into it, but my Tia Marisol thought she was a witch and I'd promised her I would check it out.
There were more openly gay guys on campus than I was expecting. The barista at Starbucks flirted with me. I flirted back. And when I got to the Pagan Traditions meeting I was sure that most of the guys there were gay. There was an orientation where we listened to a recruitment pitch. These folks reminded me of my Tia, but they seemed more pretentious and more clueless. I was one of a dozen who were quietly invited to attend a ritual to see what it was all about. I didn't really want to do it, but I couldn't think of a way to bow out gracefully.
We went into a room they'd reserved, and a woman named Clarissa led us in a focused meditation. There was incense and another woman was playing a haunting melody on a pipe. Clarissa had us focusing on a chant that was supposed to grant our wishes. We were told to focus on a single wish, but we were warned not to wish for something big because the ritual was subtle. I thought of a lot of different things I wanted, but my mind kept coming back to the same image. What the fuck? I didn't think this had a chance in hell of working, but I only wanted the one thing bad enough to even try. I pictured Erik, and I pictured him as bigger and rougher. I pictured him as my fantasy Viking lover. I pictured him as Einar Ironblood.
When the ritual began, I had felt lightheaded. I'd felt a tugging somewhere inside me. When I began to visualize my desire, everything changed. The lightheaded feeling stopped making me tired. I started to feel intoxicated. The image in my head was beginning to become sharp.
[1700 miles away, Marisol Ramos had finished her
preparations. She had drawn the correct circles and lit her candles. She was
determined to help her dear Alonzo. He was like her own dear baby brother
Arturo who had died because he couldn't find happiness. She had researched the
spell and she had been preparing for days. She unwrapped the small idol of Chicomec"atl she had purchased years ago. She set it next to her ancient
Doņa Fortuna. This would bring the two halves of her spirit together. She would
call on the luck these ancient goddesses could bring, and she would call on her
own patron, the ancient goddess Hecate. She would bring luck to her nephew
Alonzo. All he would have to do would be to visualize his desire...
In the room where Alonzo sat,
energy from outside the circle flowed in, focused on him.]
The vision was becoming intense. I could
feel every sensation as if it were real. My nerve endings were tingling. I was
on my knees, my hard cock dripping precum. A figure towered behind me. I could
feel his rough warrior's hands gripping my hips. I could feel his massive cock
pressing against my asshole. I was dry. There was no way that giant cock was
going to be able to enter me dry. Or so I thought.
I felt the worst pain of my life as
he entered me without lube. I screamed incoherently. I leaned forward so that
my chest was pressed against the ground. My ass was more open in this position,
but it wasn't enough. I reached back with my hands and pulled my cheeks apart,
giving him more access.
With a final shove he was inside
me. I felt like my asshole was ripping apart. It was on fire and my love chute
was burning. My attacker pulled me back against him until I was sitting on his
crotch, his cock filling me and reshaping me. He grabbed me around the knees
and pulled my legs up. He scrambled to his feet and stood, holding me from
behind on his cock. He began to lift me and then to let me slide back down his
pole. My cock was soft from the pain. I liked a little spanking, but this was
too much.
He began pistoling into my ass. My
cock started to awaken. I leaned back against his hairy, muscular chest. He
leaned forward and crushed my lips painfully, biting them none too gently. A
cascade of blond hair fell over my face. It was Einar Ironblood,
but his face was Erik's.
Other than Erik's handsome face,
there was little of Erik inside him. Erik had always been tender, a considerate
lover who make sure that sex felt good for me. To this composite of the two, I
was a hole for him to use so he could get off. I was sobbing and crying. My
tears seemed to enflame him to greater ardor and violence.
He pulled me off his cock and threw
me onto the ground. Grabbing my hips, he flipped me over so that I was on my
back. He pulled my legs up roughly and shoved his cock back inside me. Then he
bent me so that my legs were hanging over his shoulders. Leaned forward with
each thrust he slapped my face so hard that my head was ringing.
When he came, I could feel it. His
cock shot wave after wave of cum inside me. I passed out.
When I regained consciousness,
Clarissa was standing over me, fanning me with the same fan she'd been using to
lead the ritual. She had a look of concern tinged with fear in her eyes.
"Alonzo," she said. "Can you sit up
on your own. Everyone else has gone."
I sat up. It was just her, the
flute playing girl and one guy left in the room with me.
"What happened?" I asked, looking
around at the others. All of them had grim expressions on their faces. The guy
was holding an obsidian knife.
Clarissa said, "You were touched by
the goddess. I'm not sure how. Can you get back to your room on your own, or do
you need Marvin to help you."
"I can do it," I said, although I
was a little wobbly as I rose to my feet. Clarissa seemed concerned. The woman
with flute seemed unsure. Marvin, the guy with the knife, had a look of grim
determination on his face.
"I'll be in touch with your soon,"
Clarissa said. "We're going to have to talk after I figure out what has
happened."
"Sure," I replied, taking my leave.
I felt drained. I walked back to the dorm in a daze. When I got there, I
collapsed on the bed and fell asleep in my clothes.
Erik
I'd finished buying a few things I
needed in the computer section of the bookstore and was working out at the gym.
I was thinking about the fuck I'd thrown into Alonzo this morning in the
shower. It had been great, but it wasn't perfect. I was just a little too short
to do all the things he's wanted to do. I'd wanted to pick Alonzo up, put him
against the wall and fuck the shit out of him while his legs were wrapped
around my waist. I hadn't even been able to reach his lips to kiss him while
fucking him from behind.
I adjusted the machine and added
more weight to the resistance on the leg machine and began to slam bar with my
feet. My frustration was turning into anger. And my anger made me angrier. I
was usually calm and collected. This was really becoming a problem. I knew
there was no solution, and that just made me angrier still.
A swishy twink was watching me from
across the room. He was wearing short workout shorts and a loose muscle shirt.
He was standing in front of a mirror, doing squats while holding light hand
weights. It was obvious that he was trying to build up his glutes. It was also
obvious that he already had a tight, round bubble in the back. I smiled at him
and moved to the next machine to work on my lats, I pulled my shirt off. I
might be skinny, but I knew that I was ripped for my size. Sure enough, the
blond twink angled himself so he could still see me. I was getting hard again.
He was okay looking, nowhere near as pretty as Alonzo,
and he was blond. I don't really have anything against twinky
blonds, but I was from the Upper Peninsula and blue-eyed blonds were
everywhere. It didn't matter. I wasn't going to fuck him. If Alonzo wasn't my
boyfriend, he was at least my fuck buddy, and we hadn't talked about our
relationship yet. I planned to get him hooked on my cock and then have the
talk.
I finished my last set and went to
change. I was thinking about whether I should shower or go back sweaty and fuck
Alonzo first. I was thinking about the fact that I was shorter than my bottom
boy, and again wishing futilely that I could grow at least a few inches when I
felt a wave of dizziness come over me. I sat down on the bench to clear my
head. The blond twink must have decided he was done too because he walked by
me, opened a locker and stripped down for a shower. He
was cute in his own way, and he was definitely putting
on a show for me, slowly stripping off his clothes, bending and stretching. He
made sure his ass was pointing in my direction as he bent down to pick up his
towel. Then he walked slowly towards the shower.
His exhibitionism had made me hard
as a rock. That fucking tease, I thought. If he made me hard, it was
his job to take care of it.
I grabbed my own towel and soap and
followed him. When I got in the shower, he was alone. He was soaping up his
cock. It was pretty big for a twink his size. I
noticed that his legs were shaved, and he'd trimmed his pubes. He saw me
looking and turned his ass in my direction, slowly soaping it up.
I'd had enough of his teasing. I
put my towel on a hook and went into the shower. He must have heard me coming.
He turned around and winked at me, then came in for a kiss. I gave him one,
crushing his body against mine. I noticed that we were the same height, about
5' 6".
He seemed to think he was hooking a
new boyfriend. He began to tease me with his hands and tried to snuggle up to
me under the spray of the shower. I already had a boy at home. He was just a
hole to me. I spun him around and bent him over. Without preamble, I shoved my
dick up his ass. Good thing for him that kept it lubed and ready for action or
it would have hurt like hell.
Still, he cried out, "Fuck you.
Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"
He didn't try to get away, so I
knew he was liking it rough no matter what his words said.
"You're not my boyfriend," I said
as I plunged all the way to the hilt in his soft ass. "You're a fucking tease
who's been trying to get me to fuck you all afternoon."
"Asshole," he said. But I noticed
that he was thrusting his ass back against me as hard as I was slamming him.
"Slut," I responded.
I power fucked him until he started
to moan in earnest. I knew that my cock wasn't the biggest out there. It was
dead average. But I knew how to use it. Soon he was begging me to fuck him
harder. So, I did.
I reached around. He was hard. I
grabbed his cock and began to beat it roughly.
"Take it easy," he cried.
But I ignored him and pounded his
meat harder. He came and his ass gripped my dick. I bottomed out in his ass and
filled him with my cum. When we were done, I spun him around and forced him to
his knees. I didn't want to hear any of complaints, so I shoved my cock in his
mouth. He cleaned it with his tongue, and I never felt his teeth.
When I'd finished, I turned around
and saw two guys standing in the doorway. One was semi hard, and the other was
fully erect, fondling his big cock.
"He's all yours," I said as I
walked past them. They didn't need to be told twice. They rushed into the
shower to take advantage of the opportunity. I dried off and got dressed in my
sweats.
What had come over me, I thought. I'm usually a little more tender. That poor
twink hadn't really done anything. He'd teased me until I fucked him, but he
was, as my grandmother would have put it, "doing the lord's work. There'd been
no cause to treat him like shit.
On the way back, I was hyperaware
of the guys around me. It was like a smorgasbord of ass, waiting for me to sate
my hunger. By the time I got back to our room, my erection was aching and ready
for action again. I saw Alonzo asleep, lying on his stomach on his bed. My
first thought was that his ass looked fine in those jeans. But my second
thought was that he shouldn't be wearing clothes in the room. I walked over and
smacked his ass hard, the sound echoed around the room.
Alonzo
I was awakened by a painful slap to
my ass. Erik was flipping me over on my back. He undid the button at the top of
my jeans and said, "Get your clothes off. You're supposed to be naked in this
suite!"
I tried to get up, but his hand was
pressed against my chest, holding me down.
"You hit me!" I said, stating the
obvious. I'd forgotten to take my clothes off when I came home, but this was
over the line. Sexy power games were one thing, but I was not going to have my
boyfriend hitting me.
"When you break the rules, you get
punished," he said. "Get your clothes off."
I wondered what had gotten into
Erik. The look on his face was determined. He wasn't asking. He was demanding.
Suddenly he reminded me of Einar Ironblood. That's
funny, I thought. I've been wishing he could be more like my fantasy
Viking. Now he's got the attitude, but he's still a shrimp.
Erik slapped my face so hard that I
gasped in pain.
"I'm not telling you again," he
said. "Get your clothes off."
Everything came into focus. He was
acting like Einar Ironblood. It's what I said that I wanted,
but the reality came with a lot more pain than the fantasy. I unzipped and
started wiggling out of my jeans. Did that spell work? I thought. I had
never believed in magic, not really. I had always dismissed the strange things
I'd seen over the years, treated them like tricks of light and shadow. Even the
strange things that happened at Tia Marisol's house.
I kicked my shoes off, then my
jeans, then I pulled off my underwear. Finally, my t-shirt. Erik still wasn't
smiling. My cock was almost hard and still swelling. He sat down on my bed and
pulled me across his lap.
"When you fail to follow
instructions, you will be punished," he said. Then he smacked my ass again. I
cried out in pain. Erik had a mean swing. I'd had spankings before. I grew up
in a Latino house with a hot-headed mother and a father who was fair but
strict. But, I hadn't had one since I turned 14. (I think papa may have
noticed that I was getting erect every time he turned me over his knee.)
"This is an important rule," Erik
said. "So, I'm giving you 10 swats for breaking the rule and another 10 for not
getting undressed when I told you to."
Twenty swats! I thought. I wasn't sure I could take that.
But I found out the hard way that I
could. After the 5th swat, I was flinching with each one. My ass was
stinging. After the 10th, I was grunting and clenching my teeth.
After the 15th, I was crying. My papa had never hit me this
hard. My ass was burning, but my hard cock was leaking and throbbing. The last five felt like torture. Each one hurt
more than the last.
Erik helped me off his lap and he
stood next to me. His hand grasped my throbbing cock, and I almost came right
then. He kissed me and his hands rubbed my ass. His hands were rough, probably
from lifting metal weights and working with tools. It hurt, but it felt good,
much too good. He pushed me down onto the bed and got between my legs. His hand
slid under my hips and began to rub the ring of my anus.
Erik grabbed my jaw with one hand
and kissed me again, brutally crushing my lips with his own. Then he said, "I'm
going to fuck you now. I've been thinking a lot this morning and afternoon. You
belong to me now. That means that it's your job to take care of my cock when it
gets hard."
That line was directly from Viking's
Prize. It seemed almost impossible to believe, but coincidence was even
less likely. Somehow, I had done something during that ritual. I had somehow
turned Erik into a version of Einar Ironblood
and he was becoming more demanding.
I licked my lips and said, "Yes,
sir. Whenever you want."
I had no idea how often Erik would
be demanding my services, but I knew how his words were affecting me. If it
were possible for me to cum from words alone, I would have been spewing right
then and there. I don't know why I called him sir unless it was because
I found it so sexy when Kieran called Jason sir.
Erik pushed my legs up to shoulder
and began to lick my ass. He'd been so tentative about it
last night, but he seemed to really be getting into it now. His tongue was
doing things to my ass that I had never dreamed of.
"Ay papi!" I yelled. "Your
tongue feels so good in my ass."
My hand moved to my cock. It would
only take a couple of tugs and I would cum. Erik dropped my hip back onto the
bed and slapped my hands away. Then he slapped my still burning ass again.
"Don't touch your cock unless I
tell you to," he growled. "Don't you think I'm man enough to make you cum on my
own?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "I mean no,
sir. I mean I know that you can make me cum, sir. Sorry, sir."
"Don't touch it again," he said. "If I find out that you've
been wanking your cock without my permission, I'll lock that thing up."
"Yes, sir," I said.
Erik went back to eating my ass and I grabbed the blanket
with my hands and moaned in pleasure. When Erik determined that I was wet and
lose enough, he stopped licking and lined his cock up with my hole. He entered
me with one brutal thrust. A sharp stab of pain ran from ass up my spine. My
cock deflated a little.
Then Erik started pumping his cock into my ass. He was taking
his time and he was hitting my prostate on almost every thrust. My cock sprang
back to life and began to throb with each thrust.
"You have a sweet ass," Erik said. "I'm going to be taking it
several times a day."
Several times a day? I thought. Erik was a savage little
fucker. I wasn't sure my ass could handle his cock multiple times a day.
"You're so good at this, sir," I said through clenched teeth.
I wasn't lying.
Erik smiled at me. He'd been grim and determined since he'd
awakened me with a slap. He was a handsome, if somewhat undersized, man.
I felt a tightening in my taint, then a tingling throughout
my body, but mostly concentrated in my ass, taint, and cock. I felt my toes
curling. Then my cum began to leak from cock as if I
were cumming. It spilled out in a stream, that relieved the pressure in my
balls, but didn't make me feel one hundred percent satisfied. I had experienced
something I had only read about before, an anal orgasm.
Erik
I heaved a sigh and let my load empty into Alonzo's beautiful
ass. It was still red and tender from the spanking I'd given him. I should have
felt guilty about beating my roommate's ass and essentially raping him. But I
didn't. It was clear to me that Alonzo was mine. I could do with him whatever I
wanted.
I scooped his cum off his chest and abdomen and fed it to him
with my fingers. He took my hand in his own and sucked them clean. Once he'd
eaten all his own cum, I pulled his head over to my cock. He didn't need to be
told. He took it in his mouth and sucked it clean.
I told him that we were going to get some lunch and he didn't
give me any lip. I wanted to parade him around naked so that everyone could see
his red ass and puffy asshole, but that would have been a violation of college
rules. I let him get dressed and we went out.
Alonzo
We were out of
the room most of the rest of the day. Erik's cock was insatiable. He made me blow
him in the bathroom of the McDonalds and then again at the Home Depot where we
stopped for him to buy some supplies he wanted.
When we got to the chain section he made me stand still while
he measured a chain by wrapping it around my neck. I was sure that one of the
employees was watching the whole thing. He bought a padlock as well. While we
were standing on the sidewalk in front of the store, he put the chain around my
neck and locked it shut. It wasn't tight enough to choke me, but it was too
tight to remove without unlocking it. I was glad that he's bought a chain with
smooth links. It wasn't too heavy since the links were small.
When he put it around my neck, he said, "Now everyone can see
that you're owned."
I wasn't sure that I was ready for this. I said, "Erik, I
don't think I can wear this around campus. It's a little too obvious."
He slapped my face and then dragged me around the corner to
the back of the store. He pulled my jeans and underwear down right there behind
the dumpsters and he began to beat my ass again. He didn't stop until I was
crying, "Please, sir, please stop."
He gave me another three hard smacks and then bent me over
and forced his cock up my ass again. I was leaning against the wall, supporting
myself with both hands, while he was pile driving me so hard that I could
barely keep my head from hitting the wall. Twice, cars drove by. We were
shielded from casual observation by the dumpsters, but anyone who was really
looking would have been able to see us.
I will give Erik this much. He didn't forget about me. He
reached around and took my nipples in his fingers. He began pinching them hard
and twisting them. It was like wire connected them to my dick. I got hard again
and started to throb. When he was close, his rough hand took hold of my cock
and began to stroke it. I came just before he did. I sucked his cock clean
afterwards and we went back to the car.
We drove back to campus and went to our room. I didn't forget
to strip down when we entered. Erik smacked my butt playfully and said, "It
looks like you've decided to follow the rules."
"Yes, sir," I said. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that
Erik had mentioned going to the new student mixer at the Student Union later.
Erik sat down at his desk and took out his phone. He stuck
out his hand and said, "Unlock your phone and hand it over."
I almost argued with him, but I didn't think my butt could
take another spanking. I handed it over. He sat it down next to his and began
doing something with them. I stood there, naked, unsure what to do. When it
looked like it was going to take a while, I moved over to my bed and sat there,
playing with the chain around my neck.
"I may decide to get you a pretty gold one later, if you're
good," he said. "Then I can put a tag on it, showing that you belong to me."
Great! I thought, sarcastically. This was getting better and
better. Aloud I said, "Thank you, sir."
When he'd finished with my phone, he gave it back. He did
something from his phone and a schedule popped up. There was an event every morning.
It read, Wake Erik Up with a Blowjob. It also had times for me to go
next door and get the tea and pills Jason was preparing for us. There were
other times and places listed. They differed from day to day.
Erik said, "I've also marked places I want you to meet me
during the day. I only picked times when you and I both have breaks in our
schedule. You can see that they're marked `Fuck Break.' I think the meaning
should be clear enough."
I was staring at the screen, bemused by the sheer audacity he
was showing. He had me running to meet him on campus at some time every day.
Apparently we were meeting so he could fuck me. He'd been considerate about the
timing, but it was still going to limit my own activities. I wanted to tell him
to go to hell, but I couldn't help thinking, I did this to him somehow.
"Any questions," Erik asked.
"No, sir," I said. I would have to figure out how to break whatever
spell I'd accidentally done. Until then, I would go along with him.
"Good," he said. Then the screen changed. I could see a daily
and weekly to-do list. He'd put all the household chores on there. "Here's your
list of chores for the week. You can get Kieran to help you if he's willing."
He had put all the bathroom chores on my list. Apparently, he
and Jason weren't planning on doing any of the cleaning in our suite. I hoped
Kieran would help me out.
Erik continued, "You and Kieran will be doing laundry
together. Jason doesn't want him going out alone. You two can find a time that
works for both your schedules."
The last screen he showed me was my class schedule. He'd
added a class to my schedule on Mondays and Wednesdays. It was Dance
Aerobics.
"I was going to take you to the gym with me," he said, "but I
think you can get all the toning and shaping you need from the dance class."
There was no doubt that I was going to have to find time to
research magic, assuming I could find anything in the library. I had to break
the spell I'd put on Erik so we could go back to having a normal relationship.
I liked it when he was aggressive in bed, but I'd be damned if I was going to
be his servant. It was like when I was masturbating to D/s porn online. It was great
when I was reading it and masturbating, but I didn't let it take over my life.
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
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 3
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 4
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5
·
Wishcraft chapter 1
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 6
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 7
·
Wishcraft chapter 2
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My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 8
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Wishcraft chapter 3
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