College Magic Cycle

Wishcraft Chapter 5

Wishcraft Chapter 5

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.

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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.

Wishcraft is the story of an untrained and powerful young witch boy named Alonzo who fantasized about powerful, dominant men who would use him mercilessly. During a magical ritual he accidentally put a powerful curse on his handsome but undersize roommate Erik. The curse is making him bigger and more aggressive. It's also making him demanding and cruel. Alonzo has to fix this problem while somehow avoiding the most painful domination his fantasy could conjure.

This week we added Elf Master, a story line about a homophobic jock who crossed a line an abused some young men and now has to face punishment, the most horrible punishment may be having to confront his true self.

We will also see the occasional one-shot story dealing with other characters in the cycle.

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Summary of Chapter 4

It would be best to go back and read chapter 4 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.

Alonzo and Erik went to the New Student Mixer, where Alonzo and Erik argued about Erik's behavior. Alonzo went to the dance room and met a handsome guy named Langston. Their flirtation on the dance floor led them outside to the balcony where Langston tried to put the moves on Alonzo. They were interrupted by Erik who lost his cool, beat the crap out of Langston and then stripped Alonzo naked on the balcony and fucked him. They were sent to their room by an angry Sebastian. Alonzo was angry with Erik, but was also excited.

Author's Notes

·        I will be publishing at least twice a week. The chapters will be posted in the order they are intended to be read, regardless of storyline.

·        All the College Magic stories are now in one folder and the stories are in preferred reading order.

·        My darker story Elf Master has started. 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. It's not in the College Magic folder.

·        The Drew Janowski story is almost ready and will probably be published next Monday or Tuesday.

·        Reader of both this story and Small Town Slave Boy have noticed a discrepancy between Kieran's claim that his younger cousins had always bullied him, and Dylan's recollection of trying to be nice to Kieran and being rebuffed. This is not a continuity error. Both Kieran and Dylan are unreliable narrators on this point. Kieran had erected so many barriers to hid his sexuality (sometimes even from himself) that he was incapable of recognizing Dylan's attempts to support him, and Dylan has so far not mentioned that his attempts to secretly support Kieran and be nice to him came after he had been forced to bully Kieran by his younger brother. Rest assured that the true story will be revealed over time.

Alonzo

I woke up to a dick slapping me in the face. I pushed it away and mumbled, "It's too early." We'd had a late night and all I wanted was to sleep a little more.

Then I felt Erik's hand on ankle, pulling my leg up. Then his hand came down hard on my ass. He gave me five painful slaps in rapid succession. "It's morning blowjob time, boy," Erik snarled.

"Dammit, Erik! Stop that," I said. "That fucking hurts!"

He dropped my leg and pulled me to a sitting position. "You can't just hit me whenever ...," I was saying, but I was cut off mid-sentence. Erik slapped me so hard that I was seeing stars. My ears were ringing. Tears came to my eyes.

"Shut up and suck my cock, boy," he said. Then he smacked me in the face with his dick again. "You're supposed to wake me up with a blowjob. I shouldn't have to come over here and slap you around to get what's owed to me.

I was in shock. I opened my mouth and pulled his cock into my mouth. Maybe it was all the times I'd sucked his cock yesterday, but he felt bigger in my mouth this morning. I wish, I thought. This chilito pendejo just hit me. Several plots for revenge started playing through my mind, each one worse than the one before, but I knew that I wouldn't pursue any of them. This wasn't Erik; it was Einar fucking Ironblood, the abusive slave master from an eBook that I was now regretting having read.

There wasn't much time for foreplay. I guessed that Erik was in a hurry. He grabbed my head and sank his cock deep in my throat. I was gagging and choking because he was fucking my face so hard. I just sat there passively as he used my mouth like an asshole, tears streaming from my eyes. He came quickly and wiped his cum off on my face.

"Looks like Jason left the tea and pills on your desk last night," he said, like nothing untoward had just happened. "He left a note saying that he and Kieran were getting up later."

Then Erik went into the bathroom to shower. I figured it was no use trying to go back to sleep, so I got up and went over to the tea. I was walking in a daze. The cups were labeled, and it looked like Erik had already taken his. I pulled out the packets of powder Jason had given me. I'd used two yesterday, so I wasn't sure if I should use another this morning. Jason had told me to be careful with it.

I was holding one of the packets, debating what to do, when Erik popped his head back through the door. I jumped and hid the packet. He didn't notice anything. The last thing I needed was for him to get any idea that I had done something to him behind his back. God only knew what he would do me.

"Don't forget to watch your schedule on your phone," he said. "I'll be needing to fuck you at 11:30."

Shit! I'd forgotten that Erik has scheduled times and places for me to meet him for sex every day. I didn't dare stand him up, not now.

"I'll be there," I said, without much enthusiasm. I liked sucking Erik's cock, and I liked him fucking me, but he was micromanaging my entire day to suit his own libido, and his violence was a complete turn off. My hand went to my face. It was stinging where he had hit me.

Erik had almost seen the packet in my hand. I didn't want to have to explain it to him. Then I would probably be backed into telling him that I had accidentally cast a spell on him. I shrugged and emptied all three packs of powder into my tea. It was so bitter with all three in it that I had difficulty choking it down, but I managed it.

I began to lay out my clothes for the day, but I wasn't going to get dressed yet. Erik would beat me harder than yesterday, if I put clothes on before it was time to leave for classes, and I had to admit that I was a little scared of him.

I gathered my materials together. I had writing, history, and a vocal class today. I had to try out to see which section I would be in. The lowest level would interfere with my history class and require me to change my schedule, but I was sure that I would qualify for at least the intermediate level, so that wouldn't be a problem. I had purchased eBooks for my classes, so I only needed my tablet and keyboard.

Erik came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp. After his behavior this morning, I hated that he was looking so good to me this morning. His wiry physique seemed to have filled out some. He walked over to me and wrapped me in his arms. He stood about an inch taller than me and seemed heavier than I was. The two doses of Jason's special powder must have had come effect yesterday. If I couldn't make Jason taller, I'd decided to make myself smaller so we could fit together better as top and bottom.

He kissed me on the nose. His lips were level with the tip this morning. Yesterday, it had been at my chin. "I won't have to spank you, if you learn to do what you're told," he said, smacking my butt again. He probably thought he was being playful, but he slapped my ass hard. I noticed that his biceps also seemed larger.

He spun me around and shoved some of the lotion Jason had given him into my ass with his index finger.. "I won't have time to eat your ass before fucking you at lunch so be sure to bring some lube."

Then he went to get dressed. His sweatpants seemed tighter this morning and they were riding a little higher. His ankles were showing. That's odd, I thought. The spell had given him a temper like Einar Ironblood, but it hadn't affected his size – at least it hadn't yesterday. What if there was a delayed reaction? What if Erik were growing? And I'd taken Jason's magic powder to make me shrink a few inches because I thought the spell hadn't affected Erik's size at all.

I had to run to the bathroom to do my business and get ready for class. My face was red where Erik had hit me. I lifted my hand and touched it. Why the hell was my dick getting hard? I was still brushing my teeth when I heard Erik shouting that he was leaving, and that he had to grab some breakfast sandwiches at the dining hall on the way to math. He'd made me a little afraid of breaking the rules, so I put off getting dressed even after he left. I made both beds and straightened the room. Erik had left a mess, as usual.

When I began getting dressed, I noticed that all my clothes were a little lose. Since I usually wore everything tight, it was pretty obvious. With a frown I zipped up my jeans and twisted around to see my ass. It still looked good, but it wouldn't if I kept shrinking. I was going to have to buy new clothes at this rate.

"Shit," I said aloud to no one. "I have to get Erik some new clothes. He would be growing out of his if the spell was going to make him as tall as Einar Ironblood. The fictional Viking was seven feet tall in the eBook, about a foot taller than his slave Pedro Salazar. Erik seldom wore anything but his size small sweats, and he had already almost outgrown them.

I rushed out the door so I wouldn't be late on my first day. My first class was writing. It wasn't a subject I'd excelled at in high school, but I'd probably be able to pull a C, if I could concentrate on the lessons. The instructor was a graduate student named Joshua Cooper. He was cute in a nerdy sort of way. Messy brown hair, goatee, glasses, even a bow tie. He was tall but skinny; so, he wasn't really my type. Besides, he looked like a total bottom. If Erik hadn't claimed me for his own, this guy and I could have gone out looking for hot tops together.

After class I had a little more than an hour to get to the Student Union and get ready for Erik. I decided to buy some medium and large sweats for Erik, along with some t-shirts. Since everything at the bookstore had the college logo on it, this was going to take most of the money I'd budgeted for my expenses this month. I had to buy him some new shoes, as well. I was glad that my backpack was mostly empty.

At 11:30 I was to meet Erik in the main lobby to the Student Union. I got there first and saw two girls pointing at Erik, whispering as he walked in. I didn't blame them. He did look fine, with his golden hair, light eyes and chiseled features. He was still shorter than average, but his tight sweats showed that he was fit. He hadn't worn underwear today and his cock could be seen pressing against his sweats.

I almost felt sorry for the girls. That erection in Erik's pants was all for me ladies. Their faces fell when he walked up to me, threw his arm around my shoulder, and started walking me towards the stairs. Since he was an inch taller than me now, I snuggled against him and lay my head against his shoulder.

"The third floor has some study rooms," he said. "If one isn't available, I'll fuck you in the bathroom."

I'd wanted a guy who would take charge, and I guessed that I'd kind of gotten my wish. Although it would have been nice if Erik were a little more considerate of my wants and feelings, like he'd been when we first met. It would be even better if he could get control of his anger. Jason dominated Kieran in just about every aspect of his daily routine, but he was always so affectionate towards his boy. But Einar Ironblood hit first and asked questions later. God! What had I done to Erik?

The third floor had fewer students on it than the basement or the two lower floors. We were able to find a study room and slip inside it. Erik locked the door and closed the blinds. We left the lights on so that people would know it was occupied.

"Get naked," he said, plopping his backpack down in a chair and kicking his athletic shoes off. "Now," he added when he saw that I wasn't moving.

I did not want to get caught naked in the Student Union. But I also didn't want to get Erik mad. I kicked off my shoes and then pulled off my clothes. I got the bottle of lube I'd packed this morning.

"Lube me up," Erik said, standing with his legs spread and his hands on his hips. I bent down and began to cover his cock with a liberal amount of lube. Then I began to lube up my ass. He was definitely bigger than he had been yesterday. When we'd had sex the first time, I noticed that his cock was about half an inch shorter than mine, but today it was about a half inch longer.

"Ay papi," I said, stroking his cock and fondling his balls. "I love your pinga grande." I licked the head with the tip of my tongue, then covered it with lube. I wasn't just flattering him. I did love his cock. And it was getting bigger. I can't belief I'd called it a chilito earlier. Maybe it had been before my spell, but it was a nice average size now. If it continued to grow, I'd have to break out my dildos to practice on. I should offer Kieran a chance to practice on that 10-inch model I have. He's always choking and gagging on Jason's cock.

Once I finished lubing my little Viking warrior up, he lifted me up on the table and put me on my back. He hadn't been joking about having no time for foreplay. He plunged into me, without getting me heated up first. I was glad that had gotten a chance to lube myself up before he went in, and I was thankful for Jason's magic lotion. Whatever was in it, it had healed my anus completely. It also hurt a little less when Erik just punched his way in.

Erik had always been able to find my prostrate, even before his dick began to grow. Now he was hitting it more often, not on every thrust, but often enough that I was beginning to get that tingling sensation at the base of my cock. I moved my hand to my dick and started stroking. Erik grinned down at me and grabbed my nipples. With a smile, he began to pinch them and twist them. A surge of pain, combined with pleasure shot through me. My thoughts wandered to this morning and the slap Erik had given me. My face grew hot, and my cock throbbed. I could not be getting excited by Erik hitting me.

Erik leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He hadn't been able to do that yesterday. I moaned around his tongue. He started to bite my lip, then moved his mouth to my ear and began to bite my earlobe. I tightened my ass around his cock.

"That feels so good, papi," I said.

"Nothing feels as good as your ass," he replied. "It's like a tight glove, gripping my dick. You're a sexy little bitch, my sexy little bitch. I'm going to mark you where everyone can see it and make you mine."

That was disturbing. Those were the exact words Einar Ironblood had said while fucking Pedro Salazar in Viking's Prize. In the next chapter, he'd branded him as his slave. No fucking way! I thought. I'm torn between loving the new forceful Erik and hating the way he was acting. I had to find a way to get control of that spell! And I had to figure out what it said about me that I found his violence so arousing.

Erik was biting my neck and I started yelling, "Fuck me_, papi_! I need your cock so bad." I was so close to cumming that that I didn't care whether we were caught anymore. Erik put his fingers in my mouth, and I started sucking them like they were the best thing ever.

"Shh ...," he said with a grin. "I love to hear you scream with pleasure when my cock is inside you, but I don't want to get us thrown out of college on the first day."

My balls pulled up tight in my scrotum and my dick exploded. My ass was clenching on Erik's cock. His face turned red. He growled with pleasure and shoved his rod as far as he could up my butt. When he finished pumping his nut in me, he let go of my thighs. I was sure that I would have bruises he'd gripped me so hard.

I lay there panting as he pulled out of me. My chest was covered in my own cum. Erik used his fingers to scoop it up and then he stuck them in my mouth. I sucked them until they were clean. I was clenching my ass closed. I wanted to keep his cum inside me.

Erik

I had wanted to fuck Alonzo this morning. I couldn't get enough of his firm, round ass. I loved the light caramel color of his skin and his beautiful face, especially that mouth of his with those full cock-sucking lips. I wished he'd learn to be a good little bitch and would stop challenging me. I hadn't wanted to hit him this morning, but he had to learn to do what he was told. And he looked good with that red mark on his face.

I'd thought about him while I was in my morning classes. I almost rubbed one out while sitting in Engineering. The classroom had benches so I wouldn't have been seen. But I had Alonzo now. I wouldn't ever have to masturbate again. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I was going to keep Alonzo forever. I wasn't even sure that I would let him go home to visit on the holidays. Maybe I'd go with him and fuck him in his parents' house while they were trying to sleep next door.

When I saw him in the Student Union waiting for me, my dick got so hard that my pants felt tighter. They had been a little tight all day. My cock jumped when I saw the slight bruise on his face. Something was nagging at the back of my mind. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It must be that I was surprised that I'd found someone smaller than me. I'd never been big enough to feel like a real top, no matter how submissive the bottom boy I found.

I'd discovered that I loved stripping Alonzo in public places. If I could have, I would have left the blinds open in the study room so that everyone could see me fucking him. I wanted them to know that he was my property. When I saw him lying there so pretty on the table, a strange feeling came over me. I wanted to hit him again, to hurt him. I'd almost pulled my sweats up and left. But I was able to overcome the urge. I'd never wanted to hurt a bottom boy before. I was into fucking beautiful boys, not hurting them. I wondered if someone had slipped me steroids. That would explain the violent urges and the muscle growth.

Oh my God, I thought. I think I'm bigger than I was. It must be some sort of illegal steroids or growth hormone. I wished my knowledge of chemistry was as good as my math or engineering skills.

I looked down at my boy. That's what Jason had called him, "my boy." He was smiling at me and biting his lower lip. He was so pretty; he made me so fucking horny when I saw him like this. I took him right there on the table.

He came before me. That's the way I liked it. I liked my boys to cum just before me so that the convulsions of their asses would milk my cock to orgasm. I liked that I could make them cum with the power of my fucking.

I kissed Alonzo again, more gently that I had when I was fucking him. I pulled off the table into an embrace. I had to let him go or I would be ready to take him again. What had Jason said about those pills? They contained "something to restore the yang." My yang was fully restored.

I smacked Alonzo's butt harder than I should have, but I couldn't help myself. I loved touching it. I loved slapping it. It was round and smooth. It could be a little firmer, and it could be a little redder. That's why I signed him up for that Dance Aerobics class. Soon his ass would be as firm as it was pretty. I'd take care of the redness myself.

"Get dressed and get out of here," I said. I don't want you to miss class on the first day."

Alonzo

My ass wasn't as sore after today's fucking. I had to remember to thank Jason for that miracle lotion of his. I was walking to class with my ass clenched so that I wouldn't be leaking Erik's cum on the way. Not only did I love the thought that his seed was planted in my ass, but I didn't want everyone to see cum on the seat of my pants. It gave me a little spring in my step. I loved having a powerful man shove his cock in my ass. Erik thought he was in charge, but I was learning to control the muscles down there. I was limber enough to get my fingers in deep and work on squeezing them with my culo.

My next class was history. It was just a basic survey course, and the subject didn't hold much interest for me. It was taught in a lecture hall so I could barely see the teacher. She was a middle-aged woman with blond hair in a bun. I was only half paying attention. I spent more time peering around the hall looking to see if there were any good-looking guys. That's how flighty I could be. I had a regular fuckbuddy who could pound my ass several times a day and I was still looking for eye candy.

Why couldn't I call Erik my boyfriend? That was a good question. I'd heard Erik use that word. I `d taken a magic drug to make me smaller than him, just so that I could be a better bottom for him. Didn't that make him something more than a fuckbuddy? Maybe, it was because it didn't feel real. He hadn't called me his boyfriend until after I'd done the spell on him. Maybe it was magic making him say those things.

I had to rush from history class to vocals. We had auditions today if we were trying to place above the introductory level. We had to check in and then we could wait for our turn. I did well enough to place in the intermediate level. This was good because I wouldn't have to change my schedule at all. One of the grad student TAs for the class told me that my voice could have gotten me into a third-year class, but I needed to master some more intermediate techniques.

That was a fair assessment. Father Mendez had been great, but there was only so much he could do by himself. I remembered when he first came to the cathedral. He was young, only 23 years old. Before him, we had only Father McManus, an overweight and balding forty-something priest with male pattern baldness and permanent gray stubble, and Bishop Murillo, a pinch-faced priest with a beak of a nose and a stern disposition. When the young and handsome Father Mendez arrived, with his fair Spanish skin and light green eyes, I wasn't the only one who noticed. I'd been singing in the choir for a couple of years, but suddenly the other boys like me were hanging around for choir practice. I was proud that I was the one he singled out for voice coaching. It was sweet the way he tried to "teach me" to suck cock, not knowing that I was already blowing Bobby from the drama club. It was nice that he sucked my cock in return. Bobby always chickened out and just gave me a hand job. I still had Father Mendez's picture in my wallet. I was always hot for gueros.

After class, I rushed back to our room so I could meet up with Erik again before dinner. As soon as I got into the room, I stripped out of my clothes. I put Erik's new sweats in his drawers, and I put his shoes next to his bed. I was lying face down on my bed reading the history assignment on my tablet when Erik came into the room. He took off his shoes and left them lying in the middle of the floor. Then he threw his sweats onto his bed. He strolled over and took my tablet out of my hands and sat it on my desk. He climbed onto my bed and kissed the back of my neck. He was wasting no time asking for permission. It should have made me angry, but it just made me horny.

"We have time for a real fuck now," he said.

I felt a chill run down my spine. He kissed his way down it to my butt. This was more like it.

"That feels so good, Erik," I said. I was happy that I'd drawn the loving Erik tonight. He was taking charge, which I liked, but he was being gentle. I didn't mind a rough fuck. In fact, I was beginning to realize that I preferred it a little rough, but I most certainly enjoyed the kissing and cuddling as well.

"Let's do this right," he said, lying down on the bed and pulling me onto him, my mouth lining up with his cock. I felt his breath on my dick. Was he going to blow me tonight? Of course not.

I felt him sliding up so that he was only half reclining on the bed. I had to slide up with him. I took hold of his cock and kissed it on the head. Erik pulled my hips down so he could reach my butt. Then he kissed me there. It looked like it was going to be a kind of 69, me worshipping his cock and him eating my ass. Ever since Jason had urged him on that night in his room, Erik had taken to it like a professional.

Erik

When I came in the room and saw Alonzo lying on that bed with his best feature on display, I couldn't wait to get my hands and my mouth on it. Now I had him where I wanted him. I was going to let him blow me until I came. I'd be eating his ass, getting it ready for a good fucking. Ever since I'd been taking Jason's vitamins, I seemed to be insatiable. I'd have to talk to him about them later to see if they could have any side effects, like anger. I hoped not because I didn't intend to stop taking them.

I felt Alonzo's warm mouth sliding down my cock. He had some experience with cocksucking. I'd be leaving the timid virgins to Jason. I liked it that Alonzo knew how to suck a dick. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and looked at his little pucker. I hadn't realized that he'd never had a cock in there until I fucked him. Yesterday he'd been getting red and puffy, but now I saw that beautiful rosebud looking as tight and pretty as when I'd first seen it. More of Jason's magic lotion. Chinese alchemy be damned. That man was a magician.

I kissed his boyhole and then licked around it. Alonzo knew better than to take his mouth off my cock, but his moans were making his throat vibrate on my dick. I buried my face in his ass and thrust my tongue deep inside his velvety warmth. When Jason had basically taunted me into eating ass that night in his room, I had been expecting it to be disgusting, but there was no taste of shit in a clean ass. The only taste had been a sweet muskiness that I assumed was Alonzo's unique flavor. It was the same today, except that I could still taste a hint of the lube we'd used earlier.

Alonzo was making little noises like a squeal combined with a grunt. His knees were quivering. I felt him opening to me, growing loser. He was almost there. I was still eating his ass when my orgasm came. It was explosive. My nerve endings were on fire and my whole consciousness narrowed down to my cock and my mouth.

I sat up. Alonzo rolled onto his back. His face had a look of bliss. I shook my head. For just a moment I was almost overwhelmed by a desire to slap his beautiful face until he cried. It was like an alien thought eating away at my mind. I forced it down deep where I couldn't hear it. I pulled him up to me and began to kiss him so hard that he grunted and squirmed in my arms. I had to have him again, but it would take me a few minutes to recover.

My lips moved to the caramel skin of his neck and sucked hard. The fingers of my right hand slipped inside him. He moaned and spread his legs so I could get inside him easier. I moved to his nipple. I gave it a tiny nip and he cried out, "God Yes! Do me hard, Erik."

He was thrusting his hips against my fingers, trying to get me deeper inside him. At that moment, he would probably have cum if I shoved my whole hand into his soft love tunnel. But that wasn't the part of me that I wanted in him. I was rising to the occasion sooner than I would have thought possible, since I'd just come in his mouth.

I moved between his legs and pulled my four fingers out of his ass. He was loose enough, and I was hard again. The look on his face as I pushed into him in one brutal thrust was one of pure lust. His eyes opened wide like an anime character getting fucked for the first time. I chuckled at my own nerdiness. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I liked yaoi. I was seme to his uke.

"Fuck me, papi!" he yelled. "Fuck me hard. Harder!"

I plunged as deep as I could. My hips were slamming into his smooth ass so hard that I could hear the slaps over Alonzo's cries. His face was so beautiful. He was doing that thing where he was biting his lower lip. I leaned down and bit it for him. He cried out, "Do it! Do it you Viking son of a bitch!"

Something in his words stirred me to greater passion. I thrust into him as hard as I could, and I slapped him gently on the face. A moment of panic crossed his eyes, then he yelled, "Do it again!"

Every time I thrust into him I gave him a slap on the face. I could feel a need to hit him harder to make him cry instead of smile. He'd be so fucking cute if he were crying. I moved my hands to his hips. I suddenly didn't trust myself. He was thrusting his hips up against me, trying to fuck himself on my cock.

Alonzo's dick had looked larger one he'd removed all that unsightly hair, but now it looked the smaller. Good, I thought. A pretty, little bottom boy doesn't need much of a cock. He had mine now to keep him satisfied. I wondered if he were masturbating when I wasn't around. The thought made me angry. I wanted him to be horny for me, ready to cum whenever I fucked him.

Since I'd just cum a few minutes ago, it took me some time to get there again. Alonzo's head was thrashing around on the bed. He was gasping and moaning. His ass clamped down on my cock and his dick started to ooze cum. I was fascinated watching it. I hadn't even touched him. He wrapped his legs around me, threw his head back and gave out a long moan.

His ass felt so good on my cock, but I hadn't reached the point of orgasm yet. I continued to thrust into him. "Fuck yes, papi," he yelled. "Keep fucking me like that!"

I wasn't going to argue, not when he was telling me to do what I wanted to do anyway. In a few minutes, Alonzo squealed with delight. His ass clamped down on me again, and his dick began to ooze more cum. This was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. He was cumming a second time with no one touching him. I kept on. I was getting closer. But I decided that I would hold my own orgasm until he came again. I felt his fingernails scraping my arms. For the third time, I felt him gripping my cock like he was trying to rip it off. I let myself cum. It was the best orgasm of my life.

Alonzo

I couldn't believe that Erik had made me cum three times without even touching my dick. I was drained, like every bit of energy had been spent. Erik gathered me into his arms and held me. I felt completely satisfied. We were snuggling. Erik was running his index finger through the pools of cum on my abdomen and bringing it to my mouth. I sucked it lazily until it was clean, then he did it again. I could keep lying here forever.

When he'd slapped me earlier, I panicked. But he hadn't really hurt me. In fact, it had been arousing. I's asked him to hit me again. That was stupid! I thought. Erik had a dangerous streak, violent urges that I had put there. The more he scared me, the more he excited me.

Erik received a text from Jason telling him it was time to come over. He tried to put his jeans on, but they wouldn't fit. He grabbed his new sweats and put them on instead. I picked up the clothes I'd worn earlier. They were still fresh enough, except for the underwear. They had cum stains. I'd been leaking Erik's cum from my ass all day. I chose another pair and began to get dressed.

I felt Erik's arm slip around my waist. Then his other hand came down hard on my ass. He gave me five swats, hard enough to make my cheeks burn. "Naked in the suite, boy," he said. "Carry them with you over to Jason's room. You can get dressed later."

I couldn't believe that I'd forgotten again. "Yes sir," I said, sarcastically. "I'll prance around naked if you want me to."

"It's hot when you call me sir," Erik said. "Do it again."

I turned and gave him that look, the one that said, you've got to be kidding me. "I don't think so, papi," I said. "I'm not Kieran, and I'm not going to be kowtowing to you like some pretty little pussy boy."

Erik grabbed my jaw with his hand and squeezed it. "I don't want you to be Kieran," he said firmly. "He's pretty enough, like a little doll you can play with, but you have to worry about breaking if you don't handle it gently. You're sexier because you love sex and aren't afraid to let everyone know it. I can fuck you hard and not worry about bruising you. I like that you know so much about sucking cock that you surprise me sometimes, that I don't have to teach you every little thing."

He slapped my ass hard enough to echo off the walls, then leaned in and kissed my lips. "But I'm your man, and I want you to respect me enough to call me sir," he said, "unless you want me to get my belt when we get back to the room. Do you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said, without a lot of enthusiasm.

"Good," he said, "then we won't have any trouble." He kissed me again and slid one finger into my cum-filled hole.

I didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing what he was doing to me, but I couldn't stop wiggling on his finger. My lips parted and I breathed slowly. Erik pulled his finger out and licked it. "Delicious!" he said.

We used the adjoining bathroom to enter the room. Jason was just pulling his boxers on, and Kieran was seated naked on the bed. He had his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around him, like he was curling into a ball, trying to keep the world out.

Erik whispered, "Go over and see if you can cheer Kieran up. He looks sad."

"He's not sad," I said. "He's scared. Look at his eyes." Jason nodded at me and gestured for me to join Kieran on the bed.

I sat down on the bed and put my arm around Kieran's shoulders. He was still about 3 inches taller than me, so I was glad he was slouched down on the bed. He slid down further so he could fit under my arm. I hugged him to me. It was weird. His skin was soft and smooth. I knew that I had been harsh on him before when I was talking to Erik, but the fact was that he made me want to do anything I could to make him feel better.

I put my mouth near Kieran's ear and whispered in my best fake Erik voice, "Why don't we boys just get naked and look pretty on the bed while the men decide what we're going to do?"

I caught a glimpse of a smile playing around his mouth, so I did it again. "No need for you two pretty things to think about anything," he whispered. "Just sit there and smile and nod your heads."

That earned me a little chuckle. I whispered, "I'm glad to see you smile. You looked like a scared rabbit when I came in."

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips and said, "Let's show the guys they shouldn't be ignoring us." Then I kissed him again, and again. He opened his mouth and kissed me back. I could see Kieran glancing over to get Jason's approval, but he was obviously enjoying the kiss. He was beginning to get passionate.

Jason nodded his approval and Kieran let loose his inhibitions. Erik was nowhere near as stoic as Jason. He was openly leering at us. I could see the excitement in his face. Jason said, "Alonzo, don't touch Kieran's penis or his beautiful rosebud. Those are mine."

Then he went back to talking to Erik who was still distracted by what we were doing. Erik adjusted himself and swallow hard, then went back to his discussion with Jason. I kept kissing Kieran for a minute or so. Kieran had rejoined us in the world of the living. He seemed to be less withdrawn. I'd hoped to make Erik lose his composure and come over to me and ... I didn't know. I just wanted to make him do what I wanted instead of dancing to his tune.

I leaned over to Kieran, nudged him in the ribs and said, "That was nice, but I think both of us were waiting for the other to take charge and heat it up."

"Your lips are really soft," Kieran said.

"Do I kiss better than Jason," I asked.

Kieran either wouldn't or couldn't play along. He was still a little spacy. "No," he said, "I love Jason's lips, even if they aren't as soft and silky as yours. I just wanted mine to be like yours, for him."

This boy was so in love with his man that it made me feel like a cad. If I didn't feel the same way about Erik that Kieran felt about Jason, did that mean that I didn't love him? I wasn't sure what I felt. I couldn't even bring myself to call him my boyfriend.

"It's the lip gloss I use," I said. "I'll give you a bottle."

I'd never had a gay BFF before so I may have gotten a little excited describing the idea of a spa day to Kieran. He was the most submissive little gay boy I'd ever met, but it was like he didn't know how to be gay, not gay like Jason or Erik, but gay like me. While I was running my hands through his hair I noticed how soft it was. I said, "I can't believe you have no split ends! Sometimes I hate you, Kieran, or I would if I didn't love you so much."

Right in the middle of explaining the importance of mud masks and facial peels, I noticed that Kieran was tuning me out. He was staring at Jason and Erik, but his eyes were looking funny, like he was staring in the distance.

They were talking about the pizza parlor. We'd had their pizza before, but it had always been delivered. Their conversation had shifted to a description of some of the amenities it offered. In addition to the dining room, there was a sports bar with a giant screen on the wall, and a billiard room. It was downtown, not right next to the college and it seemed that it was a popular place with the locals.

Kieran's expression was growing more blank. His skin grew cold and clammy, and he was hyperventilating. I threw my arms around him and hugged him close. I shouted, "Jason! Jason! Something's wrong with Kieran."

I was brushing Kieran's damp hair away from his brow when Jason came over to the bed and put his hand against Kieran's forehead.

"What's wrong with him," I asked. I was afraid for him. Kieran and I hadn't been the best of friends. At first I'd been jealous of him and Jason, but we had shared some experiences, and we were in many ways in a similar position in our relationships with our lovers. And I felt we were growing closer.

"He's panicking," Jason said, his face stoic but his voice quavering a little. He sat down on the bed and pulled Kieran into his arms, stroking him gently. Kieran wasn't completely still. He had begun shaking and crying.

"We can't go out tonight," Jason said. "You two go out and have fun. I need to take care of my boy."

"What happened?" I asked.

Jason said, "Kieran was attacked last night, in the restroom at the Mixer. I've had people keeping an eye on his all day because I could see that he wasn't coping as well as he said he was. He's been on the verge of a panic attack all day."

I already knew this, but I hadn't thought to share it with Erik. And Jason didn't answer my question. I knew about Sunday night. I wanted to know what was wring with him now.

"Who did it?" Erik asked. The look in his eyes was frightening. A cold fire seemed to be blazing within them.

Jason replied, "Kyle Mason. Sebastian promised me that he'd taken care of it. I'm giving him a chance. If I'm not satisfied, I'm going to make him pay for the rest of his life."

"Jason," I began ...

"Sir," replied Erik, cutting me off.

"Jason, sir," I said, "don't you have anything in your bottles up there that can make Kieran forget what happened?"

Jason kissed Kieran's temples and said, "It wouldn't help. He'd still have the trauma to deal with, but he would have no context for it. It would be impossible for him to get past it then. Besides, it would be unethical to impose on his mind without his consent. There are reasons I would cross that line – Kyle Mason for example – but never to someone I love."

I felt even worse now. The very thing Jason had pointed out as unethical, the very thing he'd said he would never do to someone he loved, that was the thing I had done to Erik. I'd altered his mind, without his consent. I know Jason hadn't meant to make me feel like a criminal, but he had. I needed to talk to Sebastian. I felt lower than dirt.

"Let us know what you need me to do to help," Erik said. Then he turned to me added, "Come on Alonzo. Let's leave Jason alone to take care of his boy."

We went back to our room. Erik must have seen that I was upset. He put his arm around me and said, "Kieran's going to be alright. Jason is ... well, I don't really know what he is, but he can help his boy."

Erik kissed me and rubbed my back. One hand slid down to my butt, but the other held me tight. "I've never seen anyone so in love with someone else as Jason is with Kieran."

Then he sat on the bed and pulled me over to sit next to him. One arm was around my shoulder, and the other was lightly stroking my thigh. He was staring at the wall, avoiding looking at my face. He said, "I'm not as good with people as Jason is. He's smooth, and I'm ... an engineer who's better with machines than with people, but I've been thinking about you ... about us. I ... I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you, Alonzo. I think about you all the time. I came within half an inch of masturbating in class today because I was thinking about you."

"Were they dirty thoughts, papi?" I asked, putting my hand on top of his and giving it a little squeeze.

I could see him shifting his hips to adjust his erection. I knew what he was going to say, and I wasn't ready to hear it, but I couldn't think of any way to stop him without hurting him emotionally. "Of course, they were, Alonzo," he said with a quiet chuckle. "My thoughts about you are usually dirty. But I think I might be falling in love with you."

He'd said it. But I wasn't sure that it was him or some spell effect. It didn't sound like Einar Ironblood, it sounded like the unsure boy I'd met on Saturday. "Ay papi...," I started to say, moving my hand to his face, but he grabbed it and held it firm.

"Not this time, Alonzo," he said with a shake of his head. "You always do that. You throw some sexy Spanish my way and then start touching me, so I'll forget what I'm saying. We have sex and then I forget what I was saying. You're trying to manipulate me. Most of the time, I like it because it lets me know that you want me as badly as I want you. But I just said something real, and I need to hear what you have to say about it."

"Alright," I said. "I'll stop being sexy and just talk. I have deep feelings for you too. I get so mad at you sometimes, but most of the time I think about you too. I see a sexy guy on campus, maybe someone I'd like to meet, and I think to myself he's really hot, but before long I'm thinking he's not as hot as Erik. Papi – I mean dude – that guy Langston was hot as fuck. Last week, I would have let him drag me to dark place and I would have been sucking him off in a heartbeat, but just before you came in and beat him up, I was already telling him that I was with someone else. I can say that I love you, but I can't say that I'm in love with you. We just met. You have to give it time."

He seemed sad, so I added, "I think I can say that I may be falling in love with you. That's what you said, so it seems like we're both feeling the same thing. I think we need to wait a while and see if we still feel the same way then. I will say that I'm not looking for anyone else because I really like what I already have."

Erik had his head hung down, so I slid off the bed and squatted in front of him so I could look up into his eyes. "You know what's got you so wound-up thinking about us?" I asked, jerking my head toward the bathroom door.

Erik laughed and smiled. "Every time I see them together, I feel like we should be setting a date and booking a hall."

"I know, papi," I said, standing up and stretching. "Exchanging vows in front of family and friends would be superfluous for those two. Kieran is already Jason's little wife."

"Speaking of Jason, what's up with him and all his Chinese medicine?" Erik asked. His voice was quiet and small again. "It's not just traditional herbalism, is it?"

He looked worried. I didn't know what I was supposed to say, and what I was supposed to keep secret, but I decided not to beat around the bush. I said, "Jason's a wizard or magician or something like that."

Erik furrowed his brow and looked perplexed. I added, "I know it sounds impossible, but it's true. I've seen magic, Erik, it's real."

"I believe you," Erik said. "I'm an engineer at heart. I deal in data and facts. I've been researching herbs, herbalism, and chemistry today. There's no way simple chemistry can explain the things I've witnessed. I just couldn't put a name on it until you said it. It was like my mind rejected it until I heard you say it, even though the data was all there."

I wanted to break down and confess what I had done to him. I wanted to throw myself on his mercy and risk his wrath. But I hesitated, not just because of Erik's anger – my fault, I know – but also because I could still find a cure and fix it.

Erik put his hand on my shoulder. He looked uncertain. "Do you think that Jason may have put something in that tea that could make me taller ... and angrier?"

"No," I said. "He probably could have, but I don't think he would do that without your knowledge. He wouldn't have any reason to do it. He'd give something to Kyle without his permission so he could punish him. But he said that it would be unethical. He made it clear that he was willing to violate his own ethics to punish Kyle, but he didn't seem happy about it."

"I suppose you're right," he said. "Jason and I are friends. He's been giving me some good advice."

He patted my butt with a friendly swat, then said, "Get dressed. We're going out."

We went to dinner. The place was fine, and we ordered pizza with all the meat. Erik was a carnivore at heart, and I was okay with anything. I was disappointed that they had no green chilis for the pizza, but they had jalapenos. Of course, they didn't put enough on the pizza. Erik laughed at me when I sprinkled crushed red pepper on top. When we kissed me, he said that my lips were making his lips burn, but I noticed that he didn't stop kissing me.

We weren't the only gay couple there. Some of the locals gave them and us a wide berth, but no one said anything or did anything untoward. It was a nice date. Erik was tempted to go join a game of billiards in the backroom, claiming that it was all a matter of understanding geometry, but I talked him out of it. He was smaller than the guys who were playing, and if they thought he was hustling them he could get hurt. Or they could get if they pushed him hard enough to make Einar come out and play.

We took a pizza home for Jason and Kieran. Erik had remembered that Jason liked mushrooms, onion, and green pepper, but didn't like olives. During our pizza party – or was it a sex party – Jason had mentioned that meat pizza was too greasy. Erik had commented that the grease was the best part, and I'd back him up by licking the grease off his fingers. Of course, Kieran would eat whatever Jason told him to.

When we got home, I made sure to strip down immediately. Erik took a seat on the bed and watched me while I was doing it, so I decided to make it a show. I did a slow striptease, stopping to give Erik a lap dance when I down to my briefs. Then I left him horny while I went to deliver the pizza next door. He pulled my briefs down while I was picking up the pizza we'd bought for next door. Then he held my briefs to his nose and inhaled while staring at me with a look that said Don't be too long!

I used the bathroom instead of the hallway because I was naked. The room was dark except for a single desk lamp next to the bed. Jason was still holding Kieran, both lying on the bed. He looked up when I came in and I could see that his eyes were puffy. His normal serene composure was gone.

"Is he okay," I asked.

"Not yet," Jason said. "He's sleeping now, really sleeping not withdrawing like he was earlier."

"How bad was it," I asked.

"It was bad," Jason replied in an even tone. "He was physically and emotionally vulnerable. I'd done that to him, at least the emotional part. It was necessary. He had so much baggage that was holding him back, preventing him from being himself."

He looked up at me. I'd never seen Jason look like he wasn't in control, until now. "I don't know if I can fix this on my own," he said. "I may need to consult my uncle. He's been my mentor in so many ways."

"You've got this, sir," I said. "You would never do anything that could hurt Kieran. Anyone can see that. Let us know what we can do."

I put the pizza down next to Jason. I was about to leave, but he stood up, gently placing Kieran down on the pillow.

"Let me get your tea," he said. "I need to get up for a minute anyway."

As he was mixing the tea and preparing the pills, Jason said, "You took too much of the biantai preparation I gave you. Your body is changing too quickly. Erik is going to notice it, among other things."

"He's already noticed something, just not that. He knows about the magic," I said.

"How did he figure it out?" Jason asked. "Mundanes seldom see what's in front of them."

"I told him," I said.

Jason turned to me and asked sharply, "Just like that? You told him, and you suffered no ill effects?"

"No," I said. "What ill effects?"

He looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. "Didn't you swear to the concordium?" he asked.

I was puzzled. I'm sure that it showed on my face. I replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're a foundling," he said. "Does Sebastian know?"

"I don't know," I responded truthfully. "He knows about my magic. I ... I did something bad the first time I worked a spell, and I still don't know how I did it."

"What did you do?" he asked. A look of concern played across his face.

"I cast a spell on Erik," I said. "Now he's growing bigger and it's making him meaner."

I saw the look on his face and added, "I didn't mean to do it, and Sebastian is trying to find a way to reverse it. I was wondering if you could do something."

Jason shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. "I have a lot of things to do right now. Besides, all those rituals and all that flash isn't my style. My family has been practicing alchemy for centuries. It's more powerful in its way, but also more limited. Sebastian and Clarissa should be able to help you."

He finished the tea and said, "I'll leave tomorrow's dose in the bathroom on the counter again."

"Thank you," I said. Then I took my leave.

Next door, Erik was lying on my bed, naked and erect. We took our pills and tea, did our business, then fell back onto my bed. I noticed that Erik always fucked me on my bed, leaving his own bed free of mess. Erik fucked me slowly until he came, then I cleaned him off. I didn't cum, but that was alright. I was still spent from earlier. Erik surprised me by not going back to his own bed once we'd finished. He pulled me tight against him in the too small bed and I fell asleep in his arms.