Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 08:10:10 +0530
From: boxer blast <boxerblast007@gmail.com>
Subject: The Deviant: The Verklaren Potion Chapter 1

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The Deviant.
Chapter 1: The Verklaren potion.

Peter was on his bed, with his shorts all the way down. It was middle of
July and the slight drizzle outside made music on the window sill. Peter
wrapped his hand around his hard-on and thought about Daisy Flint; the
senior at his high school. Not just any senior, she was the head
cheerleader with the most voluptuous boobs in the whole town. Peter thought
about her, all soaked up in rain, her red uniform clinging to her breasts
and bouncing up and down, up and down.

"Peter, honey?" came a soft knock on the door followed by a tug at the door
knob.

"Don't come in, I am changing..." Peter replied hurriedly, a second too
late and her mom would have witnessed her own son beating his dick.

"oh...sorry honey. Please come downstairs, there is someone here to meet
you." said her mom.

Peter could sense a hint of trouble in her voice. He looked down at his
softening dick, with no Daisy Flint on his mind there was nothing to
support that hard-on. Peter was proud of his cock. It was almost 7 inches
when hard. He was not worried as he was still growing and big dicks run in
the family. He saw his father's dick once at the club when it slipped out
of his towel. It was mammoth, the size, the girth; it was like a big
anaconda.

Peter got up, dressed and went downstairs. He could make out the voices in
the living room from the stairs itself. There was his father's husky voice
and the soft voice of their guest. The voice was soft yet authoritative, a
kind of voice that demands your undivided attention. "Come here Peter" said
his father as he saw him on the bottom of the stair. The guest turned and
for the first time Peter came face to face with the man who is going to
change his whole life.

The man stood up as Peter entered the living room and shook hands with him.

"Hello Peter, I am Phillip Rudforth, Principal of The Schwarzdorn school of
Magical arts and Wizardry." The reaction that Mr. Rudforth received was not
what he expected, whenever he mentions the word school, magic and wizardry
in the same sentence, people either go all hysterical with laughter or look
at him as if he is a lunatic but Peter was just staring at him awestruck.

This was partly because Peter didn't hear a word, the words would register
in his mind later but right now he was enchanted by the man's personality.
Phillips Rudforth was in his late 40's, 6 feet tall, broad shoulders,
scrawny beard running from one cheek to another over a prominent jaw line.
He looked more like a rugby coach than a school's Principal.

It was after few seconds that Peter realized what he has just heard,
"Wizardry you said?"

"Yes Peter, please take a seat, there is something you need to know."

Phillips Rudforth went on talking for another 30 minutes without any
interruption. Whether it was a spell or his authoritative voice that makes
his audience listen intently, nobody knows. But with every word Peter saw
his life and his future changing, for good or for worse he couldn't say.

Two weeks later, Peter was in his room packing. Her mother would come and
go bringing laundered socks, underwear and pants. Her eyes were puffy and
red and peter knew she had spent most of the last two weeks crying. Peter
on the other hand was not upset, a little terrified maybe, but certainly
not upset. He was upset about only one thing, that he was going to an all
Boys school, and that means no girls, no bouncing boobs, no tight asses and
no cheerleaders.

Peter would be going into the boreal forests where the school is hidden. A
student from the school would be here at the house to escort Peter since he
doesn't belong to the magical world. Well in a way he did and didn't. It
was all very confusing right now for Peter. Peter was a wizard, a
descendant from a long line of wizards who run out of magic and started
producing duds (non magical off-springs), they call it the "lost magical
line" and apparently once in a blue moon, a child from a lost magical line
would come bearing magical qualities. The last time it happened was 50
years back and these are the kids who find it most difficult to control
their magic, so they have no option but to go to the magical school.

Luckily for Peter all students go the magical school after completing their
schooling. Schwarzdorn offers a four year degree course in magical arts and
then a two year master's if you make the cut. But a four year undergraduate
course is a must for all magical folks.

The doorbell rang and there was a handsome boy in school robes standing at
their doorstep. Kevin Kent, a fourth year student from Schwarzdorn. Kevin
was a good looking boy, 5'10", blue eyed, one could imagine a well built
six pack under his school robes. Peter's mom led Kevin upstairs. Kevin's
eyes were fixed on Peter the whole time. Peter could feel his eyes,
staring, piercing through the very fabric of his clothes. Peter bend over
to pick a couple of things from under his bed and when turned he saw Kevin
staring at his ass.

"Can you move?" said peter.

"What?" Kevin asked.

"You are sitting on my clothes" said Peter. Kevin stood up and saw he was
sitting on top of Peter's V-shaped underwears.

"Move aside." Kevin said sharply and somewhere from under the robes a wand
appeared in his hands. Peter moved aside and Kevin got to work, with a
swish and turn of his hand, the wand started doing its magic, clothes
started flying, things started moving in and out of the bag.

"Wait that's my iphone..." said Peter as his phone flew out of the bag.

"No phones allowed," replied Kevin. And so Kevin pulled out iphone, ipad,
gamepad and to Peter's surprise and embarrassment his playboy magazine. But
what Peter didn't notice Kevin slipping the playboy magazine under his own
robes.

"Let's go" said Kevin once he was done with the task. With another swish of
his wand, the bag zipped up and started floating in mid air, following the
two boys out. Peter looked back for one last time at his room before
shutting the door.  He said goodbye to his parents downstairs and finally
both boys were out.

"Call a cab" said Kevin rudely without even glancing at Peter.

"How?" asked Peter.

"Do I look like the kind of person who would know how to call a cab?"
replied Kevin.

"We call them using a telephone," said Peter irritably.

"Then go inside and call it. Dammit!" replied Kevin haughtily.

Peter went inside and came back in few minutes. "It will be here in 10
minutes," he said. He wanted to ask so much about Schwarzdorn but the boy
was smug and haughty. They both waited outside silently. The cab arrived,
the bag was thrown in the back and the boys got in.

"Where to?" asked the driver looking at the boys in the rear view mirror.

"Port Norscrow" replied Kevin.

They arrived at the port in about 30 minutes. Nobody spoke a word during
the entire journey. Peter spent the whole journey looking at the streets,
watching McDonalds, KFC, pizza outlets pass by. He was sure he would not be
eating burger or pizza anytime soon. Kevin paid for the cab ride. Peter
wanted to ask him if they could use the same currency at Schwarzdorn but
decided not to, he didn't want to engage in any conversation unless it was
absolutely necessary.

They walked down the road, till they were absolutely alone. Kevin came to
an abrupt stop.

"Now what?" asked Peter.

"Now we orb," replied Kevin.

"We what?" asked Peter bewildered.

"Orb" said Kevin looking straight ahead.

"How do we orb?" asked Peter curiously.

As he said it, he saw Kevin's body transform into a silhouette of a million
shiny silver-blue particles. They looked like dust particles, but only
bigger, shinier and silver-blue. Suddenly the particles started travelling
upwards all at once, defying gravity and vanished into thin air. Peter was
amazed and a bit terrified, being left all alone at a strange
port. Suddenly there came a voice from right behind him, "this is how you
orb." He turned back startled and saw Kevin standing right behind him. What
he didn't saw was the same million particles descend behind him and turn
back into Kevin.

"Wow" said Peter. "How do I do that?"

"You will do that after three years, if you have any magic in you, you
freak" said Kevin derisively. But Peter didn't pay any attention to the
insult, he was amazed at the magic he had just witnessed.

"For now grab hold of my arm and I will orb you with me. Hold tight," said
Kevin as he extended his arm.

Peter grabbed hold of it and the two of them orbed from Port Norscrow to a
pitch dark forest. "Welcome to Boreals" said Kevin as he jerked his arm
free.

"We walk from here," he said without even glancing back at Peter who was
out of breath, his head spinning like crazy. It was his first orb and he
was suffering from the symptoms. He tried to take a step but fell down on
the ground.

"Get up, you pansy ass. Get moving," said Kevin as he grabbed Peter's arm
and started dragging him into the forest. They walked on a very narrow
cleared path with tress all around them. After about an hour of walking
they reached a big clearing and loomed in front of them the metal gates of
Schwarzdorn. The school's name and emblem "Second to None" etched into
it. The gates opened automatically at Kevin's touch and they now walked on
a broader cobbled path straight to the main building. Peter followed Kevin
into corridors after corridors, through empty hallways and numerous stairs
and finally they reached the Principal's office.

"Come in Kevin," came a voice from the other side of the closed doors. The
boys walked in and saw Phillip Rudforth sitting on a high arm chair by the
window, reading.

"Welcome to Schwarzdorn, Peter. Come here my boy, and place your hands in
this Sevum," said Principal Rudforth. A sevum was a kind of plate
containing a liquid as transparent as water in it. "I am afraid you are
late for the sorting and the feast so we would have to do it here."

Peter dropped his bag and placed his both hands into the sevum. Kevin
looked on curiously and prayed silently for the liquid to turn Yellow. And
it did, as soon as Peter's palms touched the bottom of the plate, the
liquid turned bright yellow, filling the dimly lit room with a yellowish
glow.

"Ah, excellent! You are, as it seems, in the Veldon house, the house of the
sun," said Principal Philip to a bewildered peter. And then turning to
Kevin he said "I guess sometimes wishes do come true."

Kevin's face turned chalk white. How stupid he could be letting his
thoughts wander like that, he prayed that the Principal hadn't read his
mind as to why he wants Peter to be in his house. Suddenly he realized he
was letting his thoughts wander again, but Principal Rudforth was not
paying any attention to Kevin or his thoughts anymore. He grabbed a set of
books, dress robes and a cauldron set from the shelf. Peter ran his fingers
through the dress robes and looked back at Kevin who was wearing the same
dress robes; brown with yellow lining.

"Here's your time table," said Principal Rudforth giving Peter a piece of
parchment. And now turning to Kevin he said, "Take the boy to his dorm,
room 12."

The boys turned and were almost out the door when Principal Rudforth said,
"and Kevin, please help Peter with his bags."

Kevin nodded and picked Peter's bag as Peter struggled with books and robes
on one hand and the cauldron set on the other. They walked out the same way
they came in, through a maze of stairs and empty hallways. "Keep up" said
Kevin twice.

They went out and were now walking to a set of four round building in the
west with four flags on them. Had this been daytime, Peter would have seen
the yellow flag of Veldon house furling on top of the building. Again the
door opened itself at the touch of Kevin's hand and they went inside. It
was a circular common room with stairs around it close to the walls
circling the whole length of the tower. Peter followed Kevin up the stairs,
and on the first floor, next to number 12, Kevin stopped. "He threw the bag
on the floor and said "This is you" and walked on without even glancing
back. Peter picked up his bag not sure of what to do next as the door had
no handle. Should he knock? Deciding against it, he put his hand on the
door and it opened automatically.

It was a fairly large room with four beds on four corners. Peter had three
roommates,

Brandon; a boy with black hair, average height and a round nose.

Carl, a plum boy with average height, blonde hair and big rabbit teeth and
finally,

Henry, a tall cute lad with brown hair and green eyes.

Henry was of same height and built as Peter. The boys were excited to have
a deviant as their roommate. The whole school was buzzed with the
news. There hasn't been a deviant for past 50 years and the world outside
has changed a lot since then. They were asking Peter all sorts of things
from fast food to hot cheerleaders. Around midnight, there was a huge bang
right outside their door and it flew off its hinges. The boys all sprang up
with shock.

"well, well, well, what do we have here," said the boy who entered their
room with a wand in his hand. Three more boys followed him inside, and
Peter saw that Kevin was among them. All of them were dressed in t-shirts
and pyjamas and had their wands out. With one flick, the door was put back
on. Peter looked at the unwanted guests, apart from Kevin there were three
other boys, a big 6 foot tall muscular boy, with long sideburns, looking
wolfish, another boy of same height as Peter but more muscular and blonde
haired and the last one, a tall handsome guy, muscular, blue eyes, blond
hair, pink lips and a small but prominent chin.

"Take off your fuckin clothes!!" shouted the blond guy as others made
themselves comfortable on the beds. Peter and his roommates were all
huddled together in one corner. The guy pointed his wand at Brandon and
pulled back in a swift motion shouting, "I said take them off." and at that
very instant Brandon's t-shirt got pulled, pulling Brandon with it. He lost
his balance and fell on the floor. As he stood up they all saw the front of
his shirt totally torn. The boys wasted no time and started taking their
clothes off. The blond guy laughed and turned to his friends, "see I told
you, a little intimidation can work wonders."

"Come on, come on, take them off. We don't have all night," said the blond
guy. Peter saw Henry and Carl take off their shirts and Brandon of what was
left of it.

Carl was a little plum, not very fat but a bit healthy. Brandon was of
average built and so was Henry. Peter looked at Kevin who was constantly
staring at him, the others were making fun of Carl and his small tits. "I
guess this is the best of tits we can get here" said the red haired
senior. The others laughed but Kevin's eyes were still fixed on peter.

"Come on, come on, take off your bottoms," said the blonde guy.

This time Brandon was the first one to obey, not wanting his bottom to be
shred into pieces too. The rest of the boys followed suit. Peter looked
around and saw Brandon standing in his red v-shaped underwear, Carl in
tighty whities, Henry in green U-shaped undies and Peter the only one in
blue boxers.

"I guess we can all tell who the deviant is..." said the blond guy looking
back at his friends. The others laughed but Kevin just kept on staring.

"You...come here" said the blonde guy pointing his wand at Brandon. Even
before Brandon could respond, his red undies got pulled and Brandon with
it, into the center of the room.

"What's your name boy?" asked the blonde guy.

"Brandon."

"Well Brandon, I am Kyle and these are my friends Kevin, Warx and Brent"
said Kyle pointing to Kevin, the wolfish guy and red haired guy.

"So Brandon, are you of age?" asked Kyle.

Brandon said nothing, he just stared at the floor with his hands in front
of his red underwear. Kyle asked again, "Are you registered at the Citizen
Department?"

Brandon looked up and meekly said, "Yes."

"Good. So this means you are legally an adult. Congratulations. When did
you get registered?" asked Kyle.

"Last week" replied Brandon.

"He is fresh from the factory boys" said Kyle. The others laughed.

"and what about you all?" asked Kyle pointing his wand at the Peter, Carl
and Henry. Both Carl and Henry nodded affirmatively but Peter was confused
as ever.

"What about you deviant?" asked Kyle.

"He is. I have seen his file in the Principal's office" said Kevin even
before Peter could ask about the citizen department.

"Take it off" said Kevin, impatiently. He had no interest in Brandon or
Carl or Henry but he cannot get to what he wants till it is done. Brandon
just stood there and suddenly Kevin leapt off the bed on his feet and
pointed the wand at Brandon and suddenly Brandon was pulled by the back of
his underwear into the air, as if an invisible man is giving him a
wedgie. "Ow ow" cried Brandon. Kevin lowered his wand and Brandon landed
back on the floor clutching his balls.

The others laughed at him but Kevin was back at staring Peter. Peter never
felt this angry at anyone before. Not that this was the first time he was
watching someone get a wedgie. He himself has got many back in school. But
he never expected Kevin to do such a thing.

Brandon got up and put his thumbs around the elastic of his underwear and
slowly pulled it down amid all the cat calls and laughter. Warx whistled
hard as the underwear fell to Brandon's feet. Brandon was standing naked in
front of his roommates and the four seniors. His roommates had a clear
vision of his bare ass. Peter looked at it and even though this was his
short term roommate/friend, Peter couldn't help but admire the firm round
buns in full display. Milky white and round, the two buns chapped together
neatly with a thin ass crack running right in the middle. What the seniors
saw was Brandon's limp dick resting on his big balls.

"Look at the size of those balls, who bit you down there boy?" asked Brent.

"So Brandon do you know what we are going to do to you?" asked Kyle playing
with his wand.

"Yes"

"Has anyone done it to you before?"

"No"

Kyle moved closer and placed his wand between Brandon's legs right under
his testicles and started moving it in and out. Peter and the boys saw the
wand appear and disappear between Brandon's thighs right under his
ass. "Since you are the first one here we are going to give you a
choice. You can choose any one of us, Brandon."

Brandon looked at all four of them one by one. "Come on Brandon we don't
have all day," whispered Kyle in Brandon's ears as he kept on moving his
wand under the boy's testicles.

"Brent" said Brandon meekly.

"All right!" shouted Brent rubbing his hands together, smiling like a child
who has just got a bag full of candy.

"I want him" said Warx angrily.

"The boy has chosen me," said Brent, "there is nothing we can do now unless
you are ready to trade your lacrosse gold cards for the boy."

Warx grunted angrily, and for a second Peter thought he heard a werewolf
growl.

"Deal" said Warx.

"Damn!" replied Brent, rubbing his hands more vigorously. Clearly those
lacrosse gold cards were more important than Brandon, thought Peter.

"Move aside" said Kyle pushing Brandon to one side. "Chubby one, come on."

Carl silently moved right in the middle. He was about to take his pants
off, when Kyle said, "We don't want to see your ugly dick, just pick one."
Without much thought Carl said Brent. Brent seems to be the safest choice,
no one in his right frame of mind would choose Warx and Kevin and Kyle have
both shown bouts of anger.

"You next" said Kyle pointing at Henry.

Henry moved into the center of the room. Like Brandon he placed two fingers
inside his undies and pulled them down.

"Gentlemen, we have our first uncut meat," said Kyle, "Now who would you
choose you pansy piece of shit" moving his wand under Henry's testicles
like he did Brandon.

"He is a Jones" said Kevin staring at Henry's naked body.

"No shit!" said Kyle. He grabbed a fistful of Henry's hair and pushed his
head backward, pointing his wand straight at the boy's throat. It was then
Peter saw Henry's dick; limp, uncut, resting on a pair of testicles. It was
an impressive dick, might go 7- 7.5 when hard and thin line of brown hair
running from his navel and mixing with the small bush of brown pubic hair.

"You a Jones?" asked Kyle again pulling his hair hard. "Frank and Billy's
brother?"

"Yes" said Henry wincing in pain.

"Oh boy! You are not getting any choices. You are mine bitch. I am going to
have my sweet revenge with you," said Kyle biting his lip and looking at
Henry's naked body like a vulture.

"Guess that leaves the deviant to Kevin" said Brent. This was the last
thing Peter wanted. Peter just stood there in a corner, he expected Kevin
to do something, but he just stood there on the other side of the room,
watching Peter see things unfold. Things unfolded pretty fast, Peter saw
Warx and Brent jump up and grabbed their boys.

Warx grabbed Brandon by his hair and pushed him on a bed, he then pulled
out a bottle from his pocket, uncorked it and asked Brandon to drink
it. Brandon took one sip and spit it out. Warx slapped him hard. "Next time
you spilled, I am going to fucking rip your head off" said Warx angrily.

"Hey brute, you sure you have made it right this time?" asked Brent who was
pulling Carl's underwear off him.

"It better work, cause my dick is getting a hole one way or other." He said
as he pushed the bottle's contents into Brandon's mouth.

Peter looked at Carl who was completely naked and drinking from a bottle
which Brent pressed to his lips. He then saw Henry who had already drunk
the potion given to him by Kyle and was now sprawled eagle on the bed.  He
saw Kyle pointing his wand at each of Henry's limbs that got glued and
won't move. It was like being tied to the bed post by invisible restraints.

Peter saw Warx taking off his clothes. The guy was huge, big biceps, 6-pack
abs, huge thighs, hair all over his body; his chest, legs and arms. He
didn't have a clear view of his dick but looking at the expression on
Brandon's face he got an idea.

"It's eleven inches."

Peter looked sideways and saw Kevin standing right next to him.

"Warx dick, it's eleven inches, gets upto twelve on full moon though" said
Kevin smiling and looking back at Warx, who grabbed Brandon's ankles and
spread them wide open. He looked down and howled like a wolf. Brent and
Kyle looked at warx and sneered before getting back to what they were
doing. Peter saw Warx howl twice and then he just pushed himself on
Brandon. Gripping brandon's hands he pushed his body on Brandon and started
pushing and pulling like a man would when he fucks a woman.

Peter was confused as ever. He couldn't see properly what Brent was doing
but it also looked like humping. Peter could make out Brent's ass rising up
and down. It was when he looked at Henry who was closest to him that
everything became clear. Peter saw Henry's dick and balls shrinking, and to
his amazement saw Henry genitals; his dick and balls transfigure into a
pussy. He looked at Henry's face that was the same, his body was the same,
it was only his dick and balls that transfigured into a pussy right between
his legs. Peter saw Kyle climb up on the bed and push his dick into Henry's
boy pussy. Henry didn't utter a word, he turned his face so he won't have
to look into Kyle's eyes or Peter's.

Peter now looked at Kevin, who was holding a bottle in his hands.
"Verklaren potion" he said. He raised his eyebrows and flicked his hands
signaling Peter that it was time for him to drink it. Peter took the potion
and drank it in one swift go. He was expecting something foul and sour,
cause he saw Brandon spit it out. But his potion was sweet, salty, a little
caramelly all at the same time.

Within seconds Peter could feel the changes happening in his body. He felt
a funny feeling in his stomach as his dick and balls started shrinking, but
that was not all, he felt his pubic hair shedding. This was different
because Henry's boy-pussy had pubic hair. Kevin knew exactly what Peter was
thinking, after this potion was his creation and he made changes to it
according to his needs. He wrapped his arms around Peter's waist but Peter
backed out. Kevin grabbed him tighter and looked straight in his eyes; a
cold icy stare of his blue eyes.

Peter eased up and Kevin grabbed Peter's shorts and pulled them down. With
a flick of his wand, Kevin pinned him to the wall, his hands and legs
apart. Kevin started running his hands between Peter's thighs; every single
touch sending electric shocks to peter's whole body. No one has ever
touched Peter down there. Kevin's fingers were moving like that of an
artist admiring his masterpiece. Kevin's fingers moved all over Peter's
body on every part, in every cervix. Kevin stepped back and started taking
off his own clothes. He pulled off his t-shirt and came in full view, his 6
pack abs, broad naked shoulders, big biceps and pink nipples. He tugged at
his pyjamas and pulled them down. He was wearing a blue underwear, Peter
could see a huge bulge ready to burst out. Peter was thinking 7, 7.5 maybe,
but it sure was thick.

Kevin didn't took his underwear off, he came closer to Peter and started
kissing him on the neck, Peter felt the warmth of Kevin's body as it
touched his. Kevin's hands were rubbing his waist, his lips nibbling on
Peter's neck, his bulge caressing Peter new boy-pussy. Every time the bulge
caressed the opening of his boy-pussy, it sent sweet, delicious, electric
shocks all over his body.

"In case you are wondering it is eight inches long," whispered Kevin.

Peter looked at him horrified.

"That's 8 inches of meat I am going to fill you up with," said Kevin as he
ran his thumb over Peter's lips and kissed him.

Peter jerked his head away. He may be forced to have a boy-pussy but he was
not going to kiss the guy doing it to him. "Is that how you want to play?"
asked Kevin as he picked his wand and with a swish threw Peter on the
bed. Peter's hands were glued to the bed posts but his legs were free to
move. Kevin put his wand away and started taking his underwear off. Peter
watched as the eight inch monster dick came into full view. Peter looked at
the size of the dick, its thickness and folded his legs tight shut.

Kevin sneered, "and that's going to stop me?"

He picked up his wand again and with a swish parted Peter's legs.
Everywhere around him Peter could hear noises. He could hear the loud howls
and moans of Warx and the whimpering of Brandon. He could hear loud moans
coming from the far end of the bed which Peter mistook to be Brent's. But
those loud moans were from his friend Carl who was enjoying every single
thrust into his boy-pussy. Henry was quiet, the only voices coming were
moans and insults hurled by Kyle.

Kevin was in no hurry, he slowly climbed on top of Peter between his legs,
his thick dick grazing Peter's thighs as he made himself comfortable on
top.

Peter tried to push him off the bed with his legs. Kevin grabbed hold of
Peter's knees and said, "Behave or I am going to let Warx loose on you."
The mention of Warx was enough to calm Peter down. Warx is an animal, to
Peter the others are no better but no one comes close be Warx.

Kevin started kissing Peter on the neck. He sucked on his neck like it was
a succulent fruit. His hands moved all over Peter's body. He slowly moved
from the neck to Peter's smooth chest rubbing his finger's lightly on
Peter's left nipple till it was hard and then attacked it like ferocious
dog. He sucked on it hard, sometimes caressing it with his tongue,
sometimes biting it hard to make Peter wince.

Kevin's hard dick was massaging Peter's thighs leaking pre-cum between his
legs. After several minutes of foreplay, Kevin grabbed his dick in one hand
and started massaging Peter boy-pussy with it. Every time Kevin's dick
would touch Peter's boy-pussy, a sweet current would shoot up all over his
body. Peter shut his eyes tight, he couldn't bear the fact that he was
getting a sort of pleasure from all this.

Kevin started pushing his dick into Peter's boy-pussy. Peter clenched tight
the opening of his pussy to stop the invading hard-on, but Kevin kept
pushing on and on.

 "aahh..."

"Stop fighting. Relax, you might enjoy it" said Kevin as he kept on pushing
his dick inch by inch into Peter.

Peter relaxed a little, but it was hard to do, it was not in his nature. He
was a guy and having a boy-pussy and that too being fucked by a guy was too
much to get around. He would relax a little but as Kevin would slid more of
his dick inside he would clench it shut by instinct. Kevin was no more
talking, his head was right next to Peter's, buried in the pillow. His
breathing was heavy. He kept on pushing and pushing. He moaned every time
his dick would make inroads into the deep recesses of Peter's boy-pussy.
The walls clenched tight shut against the invading dick sending signals of
pleasure all over his dick.

Kevin stopped mid way, if he kept on going like this he would cum even
before he could get his whole dick inside. He stopped mid way and started
kissing Peter again, on his neck, his nose and lips. This time peter didn't
turn his head away. He was dealing with mixed feeling between his legs; a
sweet pain and a savoury pleasure. He wanted to push Kevin out but the
walls of his boy-pussy won't work that way. There was no reverse action,
the more he tried the more clenched the walls of his boy pussy got around
Kevin's dick.

"ya...ya...squeeze it tight...aaaah" moaned Kevin.

He was not even moving his dick, but the walls were so tightly wrapped
around his dick that they were sending sparks of pleasure all over it. It
was too much for Kevin, he grabbed a fistful of Peter's hair and pulled
them tight. His lips met Peter's and he started kissing them passionately
but Peter still won't part his lips.

Kevin bit on Peter's lower lip and kept biting and pulling as he started
shoving his dick again. This time he didn't stop even when the walls
clenched on too tight. He kept on pushing till he was balls deep into
Peter's boy-pussy.

Kevin bit hard on Peter's lips and caressed it with his tongue. His hands
were locked with Peter's, their fingers interlocked.

Kevin let go of peter's lip. Peter looked at kevin for the first time since
he started fucking him. His eyes were shut, his mouth slightly open, a
devilish smile plastered on his face.

"oh yes..." kevin murmured as he pulled his dick back a little and then
pushed it back in. Peter could feel every thrust, a savoury pleasure as
kevin pulled out and both pleasure and pain as he plunged it back in. Peter
closed his eyes the same time kevin opened his. He saw Peter's face, saw
the expression on his face change every time he would pull back and then
push back in. He saw the boy's lips parted, saw the mess he made of the
boy's lower lip. Finding his opening he plunged straight into the boy's
mouth, his tongue rubbing against peter's. He picked up the pace and
started fucking him faster. Kevin's balls were slapping peter's flesh right
where his own balls would have been.

"You like it boy...you like it..ah..ah...ahh" said Kevin as he fucked peter
continuously without skipping a beat.  Peter could feel the pace getting
faster and faster.

"Fuck...fuck...aaahh" kevin kept on moaning, his moans got louder, his
thrusts got deeper and faster and Peter knew he was about to cum. He
started fucking Peter hard and deep, at times swaying his hips in a
circular motion when he was plunged balls deep.

The small thrusts were pleasurable but the bigger ones still hurt. Kevin
grabbed peter's hair, and pulled them hard as he fucked faster and
faster. Peter looked up and saw kevin biting his own lip, his eyes closed
and then Peter felt the dick inside him swell and with a final push he felt
warm liquid gushing out of Kevin's dick straight into his boy pussy in
spurts, once, twice, thrice, he felt the cock twitch and spurt seven
times. The warmth Peter felt in his pussy was mesmerizing. Kevin let go of
peter's hair and collapsed on him, his face right next to peter's. His
breathing was heavy, like a runner who had just run a short hundred meter
race.

Peter felt the dick plunged deep in his boy-pussy return to its original
limp state. As the cock receded, the walls of peter's pussy would clench
shut. Kevin just lay there over him for another fifteen minutes. Just when
Peter thought he might be asleep, Kevin moved, he kissed Peter lightly on
his neck and then on his cheek. He looked into Peter's brown eyes and for a
second Peter thought he would kiss him on the lips, but instead, he just
twisted sideways and pulled his spent dick out. It came out with a pop, and
Peter felt an emptiness he had never felt before. It was not that he wanted
to be fucked again but it felt empty down there like an important piece was
missing, a piece that should have been there.

Kevin brushed his hand over Peter's head and without saying another word
got off the bed. He picked up his t-shirt and put it on. Peter watched him
as he bent down and picked up his pyjamas. His spent cock was dangling
between his legs as he dusted his pyjamas. The cock was still huge and
thick and shiny from the spent cum and peter's pussy juices.

Kevin smirked looking at the door. Peter saw Kyle standing by it, fully
clothed. Kyle nodded and went out of the room. Peter put his pyjamas on,
picked up his wand and was about to leave when he saw his own underwear
crumpled by the bed side. He picked it up, looked at it for a second and
then threw it over Peter without even glancing at him. The underwear landed
right under peter's chin. Peter could smell a distinctive musky odor coming
from it, a smell he would never forget his whole life. Peter's hands were
still bound invisibly to the bed posts. For a second he thought of calling
Kevin and asking him to release him, but he was so angry at him that he
would rather spent the whole night like this than ask for his help.

For a moment Kevin just stood there in the middle of the room and looked
around. Brent was gone, probably the first one to leave. He saw the chubby
Carl on his bed, under the blanket, his face towards the wall, acting like
he is asleep. Of all the four first years, Carl was the only one who
enjoyed the most. All of them heard his moans and tomorrow it will be all
over the school. Which is not good cause the students won't take kindly to
a fag, Kevin thought. He glanced at Henry who was lying still on his bed
under the blanket staring at the ceiling.

The only sound in the room was grunts coming from the bed right next to the
door. Warx was still fucking Brandon. Kevin walked towards them and tapped
Warx lightly on his ass.

"Come on big guy, you have fucked enough for one night." Warx grunted and
then stopped fucking. Brandon had scratch marks over his arms and waist,
all Warx doings. His cheeks were red from the slaps and Kevin didn't wait
for what his pussy would look like once Warx would pull out. He pulled open
the door and was out.

The moment Kevin walked out, the spell binding Peter's arms broke. He
rubbed his wrists but did not get up. Warx was still in the room. Peter saw
him pull out of Brandon. He saw Warx standing next to the poster bed
looking down. Peter thought he must be looking at Brandon and thinking of
what he has just done. But then Peter heard the unmistakable sound of
someone peeing and he realized Warx was peeing on Brandon. Peter lifted his
head and saw Warx standing next to the poster bed, holding his dick in his
hands and peeing.

Warx was half-wolf and this was their way of marking their property. Warx
was now staring at the ceiling; his towering figure standing next to
Brandon's body, bathing him with an unprecedented yellow stream. He peed
for continuously two minutes and by this time, Brandon, his sheets and
blanket were soaked with the half-wolf's pee. When he was finished he
wiggled his dick once or twice, picked up his clothes and went out without
glancing back.

Peter wanted to walk over to Brandon but what would you say to a guy who
had just been fucked by a half-wolf and peed upon. Peter just turned
sideways facing the wall, he curled his legs up to his chest, ashamed of
himself and praying that the boy-pussy would just go away. Its presence was
a reminder to what happened here tonight; a reminder of the pleasure Peter
felt when he was fucked.