Wishcraft Chapter 4
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MY ROOMMATE THE ALCHEMIST CHAPTER 9. IF YOU ARE READING BOTH STORIES, PLEASE READ CHAPTER 9 OF MY ROOMMATE THE ALCHEMIST BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER.
Introduction
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Summary of Chapter 3
It would be best to go back and read chapter 3 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
Alonzo went to the Pagan Traditions club meeting because his aunt (tia) Marisol had wanted him to. He was chosen as one of the very few prospective recruits to attend a special ritual. (All of them were untrained mages). The ritual was supposed to allow the participants to fulfill one very small wish. Alonzo didn't believe in magic, but he played along. He used visualization techniques taught to him by his aunt and he wished for the only thing he really wanted. He wanted his roommate to be more like his fantasy Viking lover from a terrible BDSM eBook he liked. As fate would have it, his aunt was performing a ritual at home to grant luck to her beloved nephew. Alonzo was filled with power and seized control of the ritual. Afterwards, Erik found himself becoming more aggressive. When he returned to the room and found Alonzo sleeping in his clothes, he spanked him hard and fucked him. Erik had become more aggressive. Alonzo feared that his magical mistake had cursed his roommate. He blamed himself.
Wishcraft Chapter 4 (New Student Mixer)
Alonzo
The New Student Mixer was a bit of a misnomer. It was open to returning students as well as new students. It was supposed to be an opportunity for new students to meet more advanced students and to hear information about clubs and other organizations on campus. It was the first big event on campus, and the only event for the entire community before the Heritage-Day Dance on the last Saturday of the month.
My ass was burning from the two spankings Erik had given me today and my asshole was hurting from the constant fucking. I wasn't sure I felt like going tonight, but Erik hadn't asked. He'd just told me to wear something nice, but there wasn't anything in my wardrobe that could cover up the ugly chain he'd locked around my neck. I wore a pair of designer jeans, stonewashed and distressed, a purple and gold plaid western style shirt with pearl buttons, a faux leather vest and my cowboy boots. Wearing this outfit now would give me an opportunity to buy another outfit for Heritage-Day. I unbuttoned the top two buttons. Then I picked my white cowboy hat.
Erik decided to wear his jeans, a Gravity Falls t-shirt and a gray hoodie. I wasn't going to argue with him about the impression he was making, not after that painful spanking he'd given me earlier. I was torn between wanting to tell him que te jodan (get fucked) and wanting to try and soothe whatever beast I'd unleashed inside him. Just because I'm a total bottom, I thought, doesn't mean I'm going to let some hijo de puta slap me around. I'm no fucking puto!
Erik
I could tell that Alonzo was really pissed. First, he wasn't talking, and Alonzo hardly ever shut up. It was simultaneously one of his most annoying and most endearing traits. He had a constant monologue going with himself; sometimes it was really animated too. Second, he didn't try to dress me up for the mixer. I was glad that I was going to be comfortable all night, but a little hurt that he hadn't even tried to make me presentable.
I couldn't be angry with him. I had no idea why I'd hauled off and spanked him so hard. I did like it when he was naked. That view never got old. His ass could use a little toning, but it was hotter than any other ass I'd ever seen up close, except maybe Kieran's but that one was off limits for many reasons. Besides, Alonzo's caramel colored butt was much prettier as far as I was concerned. As nice as it was to look at, it wasn't my place to order him to keep it on display. The cameras I'd put in the room already had a lot of pictures for me to look at whenever I got an urge.
It wasn't like me to lose control. I was well known for my ability to reason things out instead of reacting. Even my mother said that it made me kind of cool and distant. Yesterday and this morning, I was playing with Alonzo, seeing how far I could push him. It was incredibly hot that he was obeying me so readily, like he really wanted to be subservient, but was that what I wanted. As pretty as Kieran was, his subservience grated on me a little. I found Alonzo's sensuality and (I'll admit it) almost campy behavior to be more alluring. The way he moved his hands, the expression on his face and his mannerism made me wonder how his mother hadn't pegged him as a gay boy long before this summer.
"Hey Alonzo," I said as we were crossing the quad, "I'm sorry about this afternoon. I got kind of carried away with the spanking."
Alonzo stopped and looked at me. With his head cocked to one side and his hands on his hips, he looked like the gayest cowboy on the planet. I wanted to smile and laugh. There's no way that's how real cowboys dressed in west Texas. He wagged his finger in my face.
"Oh, you think so?" he demanded. "I think you were more than a little out of line!"
Even when he was trying to look mean and intimidating, he looked like a pouty little gay boy. He was a few inches taller than me, but he wasn't remotely threatening.
"I have a mind to slap that smug look off your face," he said.
He lifted his hand as if he were going to do it too, but my hand shot out faster than I could stop it. I felt an urge to slap him. I raised my hand to hit him, but I changed course at the last moment and grabbed his hand.
"Don't start something you can't stop, twink boy," I said.
My heart sank. I'd said it in a light tone of voice. I was just joking with him, but I could tell from Alonzo's eyes that he was afraid of me. I didn't want him to be scared. I let his hand drop.
Alonzo
And there it was. One minute, he was the sweet Erik I'd first met. The boy who'd hesitantly suggested that we masturbate together, the boy who'd been so apologetic that he'd taken my anal virginity – as if I hadn't wanted it too! The next moment, he was that other person, the one who scared me to death, Einar Ironblood.
When Erik reached out for me, I flinched a little. He looked hurt, but he put his arm around me anyway. Because he was shorter than me, he couldn't comfortably put his arms around my shoulder, so he put it around my waist. I didn't know what to do with my own arm, so I put it around his shoulders. We walked that way into the Student Union.
The lobby was full of students standing around, some looking lost. From upstairs I could the strains of Blinding Lights coming from the ballroom, but the singer clearly wasn't The Weeknd. It had to be a student group, and they were pretty good. Scattered about the lobby were tables manned by various clubs and campus organizations. On the left there were food booths set up offering lots of different foods.
I saw Jason and Kieran over in the lounge. They looked cute sitting there sharing a gelato with a single spoon. They were even wearing matching outfits. I decided not to bother them, since they looked like they were on a date. I bet Jason never hits Kieran, I thought. While I was sure that that statement was true, it wasn't fair to compare Jason and Erik. Jason was more confident, and he hadn't had anyone put another personality into his head.
Erik wandered off to visit some of the tables that looked like they were for engineering organizations. He looked small (he was only five and a half feet tall) but could strut like a six-footer. I had no interest in clubs for myself, especially after the fiasco that had happened earlier today with the Pagan Traditions group. I was tempted by one of the faith organizations that seemed to be about music. I'd sung in the choir back home in El Paso, but I was looking to distance myself from the church while at college. I'd had enough of blowing priests in the choir room just to have their superior say I was sinning just for being me. Of course, Father Mendez had never said that. He was young, handsome, and sometimes gave me a blowjob in return. But I was done, maybe not with blowing handsome young priests but with the whole church thing for a while.
I probably wouldn't have time for any clubs anyway, not with the schedule that Erik had given me. The boy was loco, thinking he could control my every waking moment. I'd get this all figured out. If I'd put a spell on him – I couldn't believe I'd just thought that – I would have to find a way to break it and then go back to a normal relationship where he was maybe a little aggressive and dominant in bed but stayed in his own lane when it came to everything else.
Fuck it! I thought. Viking's Prize was a terribly written book that had been good for fueling my jack off sessions with some hot images of rape and sexual domination_._ I had no desire to live it out.
I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned around to see our RA, Sebastian Trent. He was looking good in jeans and a sports jacket. He was just under six feet tall, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. His body looked fine, not really muscular but trim and healthy. He was mildly hot in a dorky young professor sort of way. If I weren't with Erik right now, I'd do him. If I had a few beers, I'd probably do him anyway.
"Sorry to bother you while you're out at a mixer," he said, "but you're on my list."
"What list," I asked.
I looked at his big hands and thought, I hope it's a list for naughty boys! I was feeling like a naughty boy about then
"Let's talk somewhere less noisy," he said and pulled me towards a stairwell. He didn't say anything until we got to the second floor. He led me down a short hallway to the open balcony that ran along the back of the building.
"This is fine," he said. "You confuse me Alonzo, in ways I'm not used to being confused.
"When I was checking you out before school began, I noticed that you were gay, but that's it. I do take some gay students on my floor to round out the numbers, especially if they're vulnerable or extremely flamboyant."
He gave me a look when he said the word flamboyant, then continued, "the fact that you live in a house that's warded made me think you might be a witch, but you showed no signs of anything more than a latent talent."
All of this was a surprise to me, but Tia Marisol had told me that her house was protected from evil spirits. I had dismissed it as being part of her delusions about being a witch. Now I wasn't too sure about the delusion part. Aside from catching a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows that had to have been a rat walking on its hind legs, her house had seemed normal enough to me.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.
"Then why did Clarissa tell me that you took control of a ritual, turned it around to benefit yourself and then drew power from outside that knocked you out and left everyone else dazed?" he asked. "She's been trying to clean up the fallout all day."
"I don't know," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But it scared the hell out of me."
Sebastian must have seen the fear on my face. He put his arm around my shoulders and asked me to tell him what I did know. I told him the whole story (although I left Tia Marisol out of it), about my visualization, about how my roommate had changed and that I had promised to keep his attention on me until I could find a way to undo it.
Sebastian seemed to know more than I was saying. He touched the locked chain around my neck and said, "I'm sorry that your roommate is getting aggressive with you, but you're doing the right thing. Whatever you did to him is your fault. I'll help you figure it out, but it may take some time. Let me know if Erik goes too far, and I'll see what I can do. But we have to keep him focused on you before this compulsion you've put on him shifts to someone less capable of handling it."
"Yes sir," I said.
It was nice that he was telling me to do something I'd already promised myself to do, but it also felt like I was being boxed in. Before it was my choice, but Sebastian said it like it was an obligation that I would be forced to fulfill.
"And you're going to have to take private lessons with me, Clarissa or Marvin," he added. "I'll check with their schedules, but I don't think the general classes we're going to offer to novices will suit you. You're too powerful."
"Me?" I asked. "I've just about managed to convince myself that this is all real, but I am the very definition of a novice. I had no idea that magic even existed until today."
"That may be," he said, "but I'm not talking about your expertise or proficiency. I'm talking about raw talent."
He turned to leave but had one more thing to say. "I'll have to get you sworn to the Concordium as soon as possible, as well."
I had no idea what he was talking about. He seemed to assume that I knew a lot of things that I didn't. I wondered what would happen if I refused to swear to this Concordium of his, and I wondered what these special classes entailed. And Marvin was the sexy guy with the obsidian knife during the ritual I wondered what kind of classes I'd get from him.
I looked around the balcony (It was actually more of an upper deck than a balcony) and I saw a few other couples, all opposite sex, engaged in flirting. One couple was kissing. I sarcastically thought, I have no problem with heterosexual couples; I just wish they wouldn't always try to shove it my face.
I still heard the dance music from the ballroom, so I decided to go in and check it out. There was a student band performing onstage. The room was dark except for stage lights on the band and swirling lights overhead illuminating patches of the dance floor. I was walking the perimeter of the room watching the dancers and wishing that I had someone with me. Even if Erik were here, he didn't seem like the dancing type to me.
"Hello," said a male voice I didn't recognize. I turned and saw a tall, good-looking guy with dark bronze skin and short curly hair standing there in the dim illumination. He was dressed well, in an open black sports coat over a silvery button-down shirt, and black trousers. He had full lips, dark eyes, and a broad, powerful nose. He smelled of Eros by Versace. That outfit, that scent and his masculine features were definitely working for me. My cock began to stiffen in my briefs.
"I was watching you downstairs for a while and then I saw you come up here with that man (He must have meant Sebastian). When he came back down alone, I thought I'd look for you."
"Well," I said smiling, "you found me."
This guy was six feet tall and well-built. I was liking what I was seeing. He must have liked what he was seeing too because his eyes were sweeping me slowly from head to toe. When his eyes came back to my face, he smiled at me again and my heart melted a little.
He said, "You look like a gay cowboy."
I took his hand, looked up into his eyes and said, "I'm a gay boy from El Paso, papi, so I am a gay cowboy."
He pulled me onto the dance floor. He had some moves. I fell into step with him and let him lead. We were bumping and grinding to the band doing Despacito. They were mangling the Spanish, but they sound pretty good. He was behind me and was grinding his sizable cock against my ass. I thought it was only fair that I return the favor, so I was massaging his cock with my ass. If we hadn't been dressed, we would have been fucking on the dance floor.
When the song was over, he turned me around and kissed me. His full lips were soft and firm at the same time. His hands moved down my back and cupped my ass. I kept mine around his neck. I didn't want him to think I was too easy, but if he kept doing what he was doing, he was going to find out tonight just how easy I could be.
Without taking his mouth off mine, he maneuvered us to the side doors and out onto the balcony. He pushed me back against the railing and kept kissing me, slowly moving his lips down my neck. I was so hard that I was ready to burst.
He broke the kiss and fingered the chain around my neck.
"This is an interesting fashion choice," he said.
I smiled again and brushed my hair back from my eyes.
"I'm in college now," I replied. "It's time to try new things."
He moved his hand up my arm and I felt goosebumps. This guy was seriously turning me on. But I knew that it shouldn't go any further than making out on a balcony. The guy was gorgeous, and he was tall, and he seemed so romantic. But I was coming to realize that it wasn't sweet and romantic that attracted me. I needed something harder with a rougher edge. Not only that, but I owed Erik for what I'd done to him. I needed to stick with him.
"My name's Langston," he said, picking up my hand and kissing my fingers.
I pulled my fingers away gently. Touching the chain around my neck, I said, "My name's Alonzo, but I have a boyfriend."
Saying it aloud was a shock to my system. Was Erik my boyfriend? We'd just met yesterday, but he'd fucked me for the first time in my life, and he'd been considerate enough to make sure that I came every time he'd fucked me. Usually, he made sure that I came first.
"That's too bad," Langston said, "but I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now. I'm looking for a pretty twink I can take back to my room for a little fun. I fuck your ass, then I suck your dick."
"I can't," I said, although I really wanted to. Only Father Mendez had ever blown me. Bobby wouldn't do it even after I did him, and that guy in the airport had taken off right after he came.
"If you have a boyfriend," he said, touching the chain around my neck, "he should buy you some gold, not this janky junkyard thing."
He wasn't wrong.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I work in the Student Activities office, and I have a key. We only have to go up to the third floor, and we can get to know one another better. Your boyfriend will never know."
He bent down to kiss me. I guessed that he could also take charge. That was probably his biggest mistake tonight.
Erik
I'd checked out the engineering organizations that held interest for me and made some notes. None of the other groups were interesting in the least. That's when I noticed that Alonzo was missing. I looked around and when I couldn't find him I pulled out my phone and checked his location. He was in the building, but it didn't tell me more than that. I was going to have to put a leash on that boy, I thought, or make him walk around holding onto my belt loop.
Since I didn't see him on the first floor, I took the stairs up the second. I walked around for a little while, looking for him, but I didn't see him anywhere. There was a dance going on in the ballroom. Alonzo was always dancing in the room. Maybe I should have taken him dancing, I thought. But I didn't know how to dance and didn't really have a desire to learn. If you want a boyfriend like Alonzo, you should at least take him dancing. I'd have to think about it.
The RA, Sebastian Trent, saw me and came over.
"Sebastian Trent," he said, holding out his hand, "and you're Erik Rucker. I've been looking for you."
I lied and said, "I'm pleased to meet you."
"I'm your RA," he said, "and I was wondering how you were feeling. How you were fitting in."
I was getting annoyed. I knew how pretty Alonzo was and I was afraid someone was taking advantage of him. My cock throbbed when I thought of his pretty, little, round ass.
I said, "I'm feeling fine. I was just looking for Alonzo."
Sebastian looked a little concerned. "I left him on the balcony just a few minutes ago. I was checking in with him as well."
Seeing the look on my face he added. "He can take care of himself, you know. This is a safe college event."
"No, he can't!" I replied, with more vehemence than I'd meant. "He's too open and friendly, and someone here will take advantage of him."
What I was avoiding was saying that he was too damned sexy, and frankly he was a little bit airheaded and a lot flirty. I was afraid someone would seduce him, especially on the dance floor. If someone taller than him paid him some attention and took him out onto the dance floor, he'd be putty in their hands. If he was still mad because I'd spanked him too hard this morning, I could lose him. And that wasn't going to happen. He was mine and nobody touched my stuff and got away with it. I felt my anger rising inside me.
Sebastian tried to say something else, but I ignored him and moved to the balcony.
I was right. Alonzo was standing against the railing and there was a handsome black man kissing his lips. Of course, he was tall. I was going to call out for him to stop, but I felt a red rage come over me. All I could see at that point was that some guy was putting his mouth on my boyfriend.
The guy was bigger than me by at least half a foot, and he probably weighed at least fifty pounds more than me, but I didn't care. He looked fit, but I wondered if he knew how to box. I had been offered a chance to compete in the lightweight class of the local MMA back in school.
He didn't see me coming until I spun him around and planted my fist in his abdomen. It was a sucker punch, but my instructor had always said that it was better for a small guy to use his intelligence to his advantage in a real fight. When the guy bent over, I gave him an uppercut on the bottom of the jaw and then a half dozen quick jabs before he could recover. I didn't knock him out, but he didn't try to fight back either. He choked out an apology and backed away.
"Sorry, Dude," he stammered. "I didn't know he was your boyfriend."
"What the hell!" Alonzo said. "We were just talking."
I grabbed him and pulled him tight against me. "It didn't look like talking to me," I said. "He had his tongue in your mouth."
"I was just telling him that I had a boy... that I was seeing someone when you hit him," he said.
I told him to stop talking and I ripped his shirt open. Buttons went flying. I pulled him if for a kiss and pulled his shirt off at the same time, letting it drop to the floor. I took possession of his beautiful mouth with my own, crushing his lips. I bit his bottom lip; the same one he was always biting. My hands were fumbling at his waistband. His belt came undone, and I was working on the button.
"Not here," he begged, but I ignored him. I backed him to the rail and pulled his pants open. The button flew off the waistband and I pulled the zipper apart so fast that it got stuck.
"Please, Erik," he begged. "Anyone could walk by and see us."
I didn't care. Maybe if I fucked him in front of the whole school everyone would know that he was mine. I yanked his pretty briefs down with his pants, exposing his hairless cock to the world. No one was there to see it but me. Of course, he was hard. He wanted a man to take him. He wanted to be ravaged here in public, no matter how much he protested.
I bent him over the rail and bit his neck. I was marking my property. I briefly considered placing a brand on him to mark him as mine. My fingers found his pucker and I worked them inside. He was still moist from the last time I'd fucked him.
I struggled a bit because his tight pants held his legs too close together, so I fumbled with his shoes, first the left, then the right. I dropped them on the balcony and pulled his pants completely off. I wanted to throw them over the balcony, but my common sense overrode my worst impulses. Now he was naked. It was a shame to cover up a body like that. I wished I could keep him naked all the time, not just in the room. I'd put a collar and leash on him and walk him to class with me. He could sit next to me while I was studying, and I could pull him onto my lap and fuck him whenever the lecture got boring.
I leaned him over the railing again and moved his legs apart with my own. In that position, he was no taller than me. I entered him quickly, in one smooth motion. He moaned and quivered beneath me. I picked up a rhythm. One hand moved around to his face. I was stroking his lips when he opened his mouth and hungrily sucked my fingers in. I slid the other hand around his waist and grabbed his balls. They felt so delicate in my hand.
Alonzo was no longing moaning no. He was saying, "Yes. Oh God yes, papi. Don't stop. I need you to cum inside me." He was banging his ass back against me with every thrust.
I growled low in his ear, "It won't be long now. I'm going to shoot so far up your ass you'll be tasting cum for a week."
I knew that I was close to nutting, so I took firm hold of his cock and began to stroke it. He arched his back, allowing me to go deeper than before. He leaned his head back and yelled, "I'm cumming!"
I'd missed the mark and he was cumming before me, but his tight, little ass was clenching on my cock. It took no longer than a few seconds before he milked me dry.
I didn't even have to ask. He just dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. It felt so good. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and played with it.
Alonzo
I couldn't believe that Erik had beaten the crap out of Langston, not least because he was a good eight inches shorter. True, he'd tried to kiss me after I'd told him that I was seeing someone, but he wasn't causing any real harm. I'd had no desire to be stripped naked on a public balcony, but I couldn't deny that it had been exciting. I guess I was more turned on by being exhibited to the public than I thought. After stripping me Erik had given the best fuck yet. My knees were still weak, and I was breathing fast shallow breaths.
I finished sucking his cock clean. I could feel his fingers playing with my hair. I didn't know what to think right now. Erik was capable of so much violence that I was afraid of him sometimes, but he'd never done anything to me but give me a spanking. Sure, his spankings hurt, but wouldn't do any lasting harm. In fact, he'd never gotten angry with me in the same way he had grown angry at Langston. And I hoped he never did.
Erik took hold of my arms and lifted me to a standing position. He pulled me into a hug. Despite his short stature, he'd seemed so large when he was taking charge, but now that we were hugging it was obvious that I was a few inches taller than him. A top should be taller than his bottom, I thought. I'd already done enough to Eric with magic, even though I had no idea how I'd done it, but maybe I could talk to Jason. Maybe he could give me some of whatever he's been giving Kieran. That boy was shrinking before my eyes. Maybe I could choose to be a few inches shorter than Erik. That would work just as well as making him taller. Then I wouldn't constantly be comparing him in my head with taller guys.
I told Erik, "I think I'd better get dressed before someone sees me."
He mumbled back, "I wish everyone could see you the way you are now. You're much too pretty for clothes."
"Thank you," I said, running my hand along his stubbly face. (He was kind of a slob. It irritated me when we were in public, but I liked it when we were getting intimate.) "I love that you feel that way, papi, but I don't want to get arrested for public nudity, and while I'm sure you'd be willing to fight the entire campus police squad, it wouldn't end well."
He released me, smiled, and gave my cock a quick tug. "Go on," he said. "I'll let you wear clothes until we get back to the room, then I'm going to fuck you again."
I pulled my clothes back on. My pants had a missing button, and the zipper was misaligned. I could only zip it about three-quarters of the way up. I looked a mess. My clothes were rumpled, my lips were swollen and red, and my hair was a mess. Anyone who looked at us would know what we were doing.
We walked back towards the main stairwell and ran into Sebastian on the way. He took one look at me and my clothes and said, "You two go back to your room and stay there tonight. I ran into Langston. He won't remember who he was talking to, or who hit him. But the memory won't set until morning, so don't let him see you."
We left and hurried back to our dorm. Erik was laughing, but I wasn't. He'd attacked someone, then he'd damaged my clothes and stripped me in a public place, and then he'd fucked me hard where anyone could have seen us. But it was the laughing at his own actions that disturbed me the most. It was like he was out of control. That was so different from the usual cool and controlled Erik that I was afraid of him, and I was feeling guilt. Whatever was wrong with him, I knew that I was to blame.
Erik
I don't know why I'd let Sebastian give me orders, but I'd wanted to go back to the room anyway. I didn't know why I was getting so angry today. On one hand I knew that this wasn't like me, but on the other hand maybe it should be. A lot of people seemed to want to piss me off today. And I was in too good a mood to let anyone else get to me. I had defied the petty rules society used to control people and I liked it. I'd fought for my possession of my boy, driven off my rival and then fucked him where everyone could see. That was some serious caveman shit, and my blood was still racing from the thrill.
We hadn't eaten at the mixer, so we stopped at the dining hall and grabbed some pizza. They were still serving grab and go, and we took a whole pizza. Alonzo had wanted to go upstairs alone and wait for me, but I hadn't let him. I wanted him next to me. I wanted everyone to look at him and know that I'd made him mine again. The woman behind the counter knew it. I could see it in her eyes.
I'd felt bad about spanking Alonzo so hard this afternoon, but it seemed to have worked. While I was putting the pizza down on a desk, Alonzo was taking his clothes off. We grabbed some pizza and sat on my bed. I kissed Alonzo between bites of pizza and sips of soda. He seemed more comfortable being naked with me than he had been this morning.
Once we'd finished eating, I told Alonzo to roll over on his stomach. He didn't seem happy, but he did it.
"Erik," he said, "I'm really sore. I hadn't been fucked at all until last night, and you've fucked me a lot since then. I love it. I really do, but I feel like I'm being rubbed raw."
I put my finger across his lips to shush him. "I'm not going to fuck you again tonight until you beg me to," I said.
I stroked his smooth butt. It was still red from the spankings I'd given him. Beneath the red, it looked like smooth caramel. I bent over and kissed it gently. His cheeks were warm. I pulled them apart and saw his puffy rosebud. He was right. It did look red and irritated.
I kissed him gently, right on the pucker. He moaned softly and lifted his hips. I reached under him and pulled his penis down so that it was lying flat on the bed. It looked cute sitting under his hairless balls. He was a little uncomfortable because he'd already started to get hard. I licked along the outside of his hole.
"Ay papi," he groaned. "You make me feel so good."
"Let me know if you want me inside you," I said. Then slipped the tip of my tongue inside him. My hand took his testicles in a firm grip and began to gently caress them as I worked his hole with my tongue. Alonzo's toes were curling. I tongued him until his ring loosened. Then I touched it with my finger. It was loose but no less red and puffy.
I turned him over. He had tears in his eyes. "I want you inside me, Erik," he cried. "I want you more than you know, but I don't think I can take it." He was biting that lower lip of his again. It made my heart melt.
"Hush," I said. I didn't want to damage him. I was going to have to ask Jason if he had something for an inflamed asshole. I took hold of his hard cock and began to stroke it gently. He let out a sigh of pleasure. I stroked him until he came again. He almost knocked me onto my back so he could get to my cock.
He made love to my cock. I lay back and let it happen.
Alonzo
I wanted to make the blowjob I was giving Erik the best that I'd ever given. He'd been completely focused on giving me pleasure when we first met, but then he'd been so self-centered earlier today, concerned only with his own desires. But just now he'd gone full circle back to the beginning. He'd gone out of his way to pleasure me first, delaying his own pleasure until later. It was like he was two different people, Einar Ironblood and Erik Rucker.
I wasn't just sucking his cock. I was making love to it. I used every trick I'd learned in the past year, and every trick I'd seen on the internet and had only been able to practice on my dildo. He lay there and allowed me to worship him. He didn't even grab my head to brutally fuck my face. He'd been such a beast today that I'd expected him to.
When he came, he yelled, "Goddamn! You're good. Take it. Take my seed."
Erik sat up on the bed and pulled me in close. He kissed me and rubbed my back. "You're the best, Alonzo," he said. "I ... I really care about you, and I'm glad that we're friends."
We cuddled on the bed for a while, just me lying his arms. It was an incongruous image since I was a couple inches taller than him. Erik had to go to the bathroom, so I volunteered to go next door and get our evening tea. He wrote a note for me to give Jason, before heading into the bathroom. I read the note and added a postscript of my own.
Jason,
If you have something to alleviate inflammation of the anus, I would appreciate getting some. I've been pounding Alonzo hard. I don't want to hurt him.
Erik
PS This is Alonzo. I know that Kieran is getting smaller. I would like some of whatever you're giving him. I want to be smaller than Eric. It just feels right.
I slipped on the briefs I'd worn earlier and went to see if our suitemates had returned. I saw Jason carrying Kieran. I could tell there was something wrong. I noticed Jason was trying to fit his key into the lock without dropping his boyfriend. I went over to him and asked, "What happened?"
He said, "Just open the door for me, Alonzo. I'll tell you later." He dropped the keys into my hand, and I opened the door.
He laid KIeran down on the bed and began undoing his jacket. He was undressing him carefully. I saw that Kieran's clothes were torn and that he looked like he was in shock. His eyes were closed tight.
"Rest here for a minute, baby boy," Jason said. The he kissed his boy on the temple.
"Do you need help?" I asked. I was worried. I didn't try to talk to Kieran. I whispered to Jason instead.
"I'm going to make Kieran some tea. He needs something special tonight. I'll mix yours up while I'm at it. You can take yours and Erik's. I'll take care of Kieran. He's my boy."
"Yes, sir," I said, unconsciously mimicking Kieran's use of the honorific. "I don't want to bother you, so I can just leave this note for you. You look busy."
Jason took the note from my hand and read it carefully. "Are you sure about this, Alonzo?" he asked. "The Powder of Biantai may not work the way you think unless you really want it to. It's dangerous when used unsupervised, and I don't think that Erik would appreciate me trying to take over where you're concerned."
"I do want to be smaller than Erik," I said. "I'll explain later why I can't ask you to give me a growth potion for him. He doesn't seem to notice the changes in Kieran, so I doubt he'll notice them in me."
"I'm surprised that you do," he responded. "Does Sebastian know that you can see things others can't?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "He said we'd talk about it later."
He took the note and crumpled it up.
"I assume that you want to keep this from Erik," he said, as he handed me five paper packets. "You will have a hard time drinking it if you mix it with water. I would suggest tea or coffee. It has less effect if combined with sugar, and alcohol can give it unpredictable results. If you double a dose, you will get a double effect, but it becomes less predictable in larger doses. The most important thing is that the preparation will respond to your subconscious. You'd better be sure of your desires."
He handed me a small jar with an oily lotion in it and said, "Tell Erik to apply a generous amount of this lotion to your anus once a day. He should do it when he is not going to fuck you in the next hour. You should know that this unguent can cause an increase in skin sensitivity that can sometimes become permanent. It will heal your anus and make it more resilient and flexible, however."
"Thank you, sir," I said. I looked over at Kieran and added, "Thank you for taking time to help us when you have so much on your mind."
Jason handed me a small tray with the tea and pills on it, and I left. Erik was still in the bathroom when I got back into the room. I poured two packets of the powder into the teacup Jason had told me was mine. I drank it down. When Erik came back into the room, I ran to the bathroom to do my business.
When I returned, I gave Erik the lotion and gave him Jason's instructions. He took me over his lap and used the lotion on my hole. It felt good. The pain seemed to ease immediately.
Erik said, "Your hole is healing already. Too bad I have to wait until morning."
We went to our separate beds.
Chapters in the College Magic Cycle
My Roommate the Alchemist and Wishcraft
Here are the chapters of the College Magic Cycle in order they should be read. All can be found in the gay/sf-fantasy and gay/authoritarian sections of the NIFTY archive.
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 1
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 2
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 3
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 4
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5
· Wishcraft chapter 1
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 6
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 7
· Wishcraft chapter 2
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 8
· Wishcraft chapter 3
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