Wishcraft Chapter 6
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 must fix this problem while somehow avoiding the most painful domination his fantasy could conjure.
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Summary of Chapter 5
It would be best to go back and read chapter 5 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
Alonzo disregarded Jason's instructions for the magic powder he's gotten from him. Instead of taking one dose at a time, he'd taken two on Sunday and he took the other three on Monday morning. Later he realized that the spell he'd put on Erik was making him bigger. He hadn't noticed that when he'd asked Jason for something to make himself smaller. He met up with Jason in the Student Union for his scheduled fucking. Alonzo did some self-searching and decided he couldn't call Erik his boyfriend because he wasn't sure if Erik really loved him or was compelled by the spell to act like he did. Erik found it disturbing that thoughts of hitting Alonzo were exciting him, and Alonzo was a little surprised that he really liked it when Erik got rough with him. After an afternoon fucking, Alonzo and Erik headed into Jason and Kieran's room to discuss dinner plans Alonzo and Kieran sat naked on the bed while their men discussed plans. Alonzo wanted to get Erik's attention, so he started making out with Kieran. Erik became aroused and excited and even Jason seemed interested, although he warned Alonzo not to touch Kieran's dick or rosebud, claiming them for himself. Kieran had a panic attack and went into shock when he heard they were going to a pizza parlor with a sport's bar, so Jason stayed to take care of him while Alonzo and Erik went out for pizza. Erik wondered if Jason's tea and pills contained illegal steroids that could be making him grow and making his angry all the time. Alonzo assured him that he wasn't. Alonzo went over to Jason's room and told him about what he'd done to Erik. Jason told him that he couldn't help him with that. He suggested that Alonzo talk to Sebastian. Erik and Alonzo went back to bed and sex one more time before going to sleep.
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 Pack storyline has begun appearing. This storyline involved the werewolves on campus.
· 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.
· 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.
Wishcraft Chapter 6 (Spell Breaking)
Alonzo
My alarm went off at 6:00 AM. I was surprised because I'd set it for 8:00 AM. Erik's was also going off, so I figured he must have changed mine. He'd given himself access to all the apps on my phone. I was still lying next to Erik, almost on top of him. I felt him stir beneath me.
"You have enough time to suck my cock before I have to get ready to leave," Erik said, smacking my ass. "I'll meet you at 10:15 in the lobby of the history building so I can fuck you then."
He pushed my head down towards his cock. Other than the fact that I was annoyed at having been awaked two hours before I wanted to get up, I didn't really want to disobey. I slid down and took him in my mouth. The spell had clearly not run its course because his cock was about an inch longer than yesterday. It was more of a mouthful than it had been. It was also bigger around.
There was no time for a slow worship of his cock this morning. I knew that Erik needed to leave at 7:15 if he was going to pick up breakfast on the way to his 8:00 AM class. He allowed me to set the pace until he got close, then he pulled my head down until he was lodged in my throat. I tightened the muscles at the top of my throat to keep from gagging. If he got any bigger, this was going to be a problem. I'd practiced on dildos a lot at home, but I'd never tried the 8-inch that I'd bought. When he came, he came right down my throat. I couldn't even taste him. When he pulled out, I coughed up phlegm.
"Go next door and get the tea," Erik said. "If you're sure that Jason isn't dosing me against my will, that is."
I jumped up and slipped through the bathroom into Jason and Kieran's room. Kieran was still asleep, but Jason was up. He was pouring tea. "Come and get it," he said. "I was going to leave it on the bathroom counter for you, but you may as well take it. Be sure to wash the glasses in the bathroom sink before you return them."
"Yes, sir," I said. I kept glancing at Kieran.
"He should be better today," Jason said. "He'll get better every day."
"That's good to hear, sir," I said, taking the tray with the cups of tea and pills. "Do you have any lube that doesn't taste bad. Erik doesn't always have time to work on my ass before fucking me."
Jason frowned at that statement. He didn't like to undermine Erik in my presence, so I knew he was upset when he said, "He needs to slow down. It isn't always about him."
He handed me a tin with some quarter inch gel spheres in them. "Don't argue with Erik about it. I shouldn't have said anything to you. I'm just in an interfering mood. Put one of those spheres up your ass one to two minutes before he's going to fuck you. You can use it earlier. It should be at maximum effectiveness for about an hour."
"Thank you sir," I said. I took the tray and left.
Erik was in the shower, so I took everything into our room and set it out. I swallowed my pills with the tea. I was running into the bathroom as Erik was coming out. He was always fast in the shower unless he was fucking me in there. When I finished, I saw that Erik was looking at a design on his computer. It looked like a strange M and R inside a double circle with other symbols between the two circles. He saw me looking at it.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"It's interesting, sir," I replied. "What does it say?"
"It's Futhark runes," he said. He pointed to the one that looked like an M. "This is ehwaz for Erik." Then he pointed to the one that looked like a pointed R. "And this one is raido for Rucker."
"But what's it for sir?" I asked
He smiled a broad smile and said, "I'm designing my own mark that I can use to identify my property. Once I get it perfect, I'm going to order a custom branding iron. I'm going to put it here and here." He touched my right pectoral muscle on the first here and swatted my ass on the second. "That way everyone will know you're mine. I'm going to use the same mark to identify my computer and stuff."
My face went blank, and my mouth was agape. Erik laughed and said, "Don't be a cry baby. It will only hurt for a week or two, but then everyone who sees it will know to keep their hands off."
"No sir," I said. "You're not going to burn me with an iron."
His hand shot out fast and hit me in the face so hard I almost fell to the ground. "Don't argue with me, Alonzo," he said. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap. He smacked my ass hard, then smacked again. Ten times he spanked my ass. Then he tipped me off onto the floor and stood up.
"I'm going to mark you as mine, boy," he said, "and then you'll kiss my feet and thank me for the privilege of wearing my mark."
The spanking had hurt, but his words were chilling. I'm going to mark you as mine, boy, and then you'll kiss my feet and thank me for the privilege of wearing my mark. These were the exact words Einar Ironblood had used on Pedro Salazar in Viking's Prize.
Erik and I were living out a modern adaption of a shitty eBook that I had masturbated to a dozen times in the last year. And it was my fault. I had to figure a way out of this.
"Clean the room before you go to class," Erik said as he was pulling on his shoes. "And don't forget to meet me for your fucking at 10:15." Then he left the room. I sat on the floor and cried. On paper this story was an erotic fantasy, but in real life it was a nightmare.
Finally, I collected myself, cleaned the room and then threw some clothes on. I had to talk to someone. Sebastian's room was three doors up the hallway. I knocked. When he opened the door, he saw the look on my face and immediately ushered me into his room. It was like mine, but it had only one bed in it. It also had a bookshelf with a few dozen old books.
"What's wrong," he said. "You look like you've been crying."
I sat down on the bed, put my head into my hands and started crying again. Sebastian came over and sat next to me. "You can tell me," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder in a comforting way.
I choked back my tears and said, "It's that spell I accidentally cast the other day."
"The one that made your boyfriend grow three inches in a couple of days?"
"Yes sir," I said. Obviously he'd noticed the effects. "It did more than that. At first it was exciting. Erik became more aggressive and ... his ... um ... his dick has gotten bigger."
Sebastian was waiting patiently for me to continue, so I said, "But it's also affecting his mind. Most of the time, it just makes him a better lover. Other times, he hits me."
I hesitated to go on, but I didn't know how long Sebastian had to give me this morning. I said, "He's spanked me several times, and he slaps my face when I argue with him. But the worst part is that he's designing a brand, so he can mark me as his property."
I broke down and began crying again. Sebastian hugged me tight and stroked my hair. "You're a pretty little twink," he said, "but you've been very foolish. It isn't safe to use magic if you don't know what you're doing. Clarissa said that you seemed to blossom during the ritual, like a bud opening into a flower. Then you took control of the ritual. Then you pulled power from somewhere else, a lot of power. You shouldn't have been able to do any of those things."
He turned my face so he could look me in the eye. "That ritual," he said, "was designed to produce minor lucky events for all the participants. It was supposed to be a recruiting tool to bring rogue mages into our circle. You should never have been able to take it away from Clarissa, and you shouldn't be able to draw power from an outside source. That's dangerous even for a skilled mage."
"Can you help me," I asked.
"Probably," he replied. "If you have Erik's schedule, I'll see if I can get close enough to him to examine the spell. I'll get Clarissa's help to break it. But there's a price. You must join Clarissa's weekly study group to get control of your powers. And you'll have to swear to the concordium. That last part is non-negotiable. We shouldn't even begin training you until then, but I think we have to."
"I'll do whatever I have to sir," I said. "Anything. I'm afraid of him."
"I can't separate you two right now," he said. "This curse is all your fault. I'm not unsympathetic, but I'm limited here. If he doesn't have you to focus on, he could fixate on another student. I have a dozen twinks on this floor alone to think of. And I can't restrain him the way I did Kyle. I only have two residents who could handle him. Drew could end up making him more dangerous in the long run, and Nico is busy elsewhere."
He looked pensive and worried at the mention of Nico, but he shook it off. "Don't worry," he said, changing tack. "We'll figure it out, probably before he can order a custom branding iron."
He looked at his watch. "I'm going to have to go in a few minutes. Do you have Erik's schedule?"
I showed him the schedule on my phone. It was my schedule, but it included Erik's classes and activities. He looked at it for a minute and said, "it says here Get Fucked by Erik and the details say our room and 4:00 PM. I'll be by about 5:00 PM to talk to you both. I'll check him out then. It also says that you get out of Dance Aerobics at 8:15. Stop by my room on the way back, and I'll let you know what's up. Okay?"
I nodded my head and said, "Got it. Thank you sir."
He walked me to the door.
My first class was music theory at 11:30, but I had to meet Erik for my morning fucking at 10:15. I went down to the dining hall to have breakfast, figuring I would study there until it was time to go. On the way out of Sebastian's room I saw the door to Kyle's room open. He looked tired. The skin on his chest was slightly red. He was also clean shaven. He was putting a muscle shirt on. Nico was leaving the room with his backpack. He saw my eyes were on Kyle. He smiled and said, "If you want Kyle to suck your cock, just let me know."
I didn't know what to think. Kyle was the homophobic bastard who'd beaten up is ex-roommate and raped Kieran in a bathroom. He was sucking cock now? I didn't have time to think about it. I went down to the dining hall and grabbed what passed for a breakfast burro in the Mid-West; luckily there was some hot sauce on the table, even if it was the vinegary, flavorless stuff that people eat back here. I was going to have to order a small bottle of Cholula or Tapa Tio. After eating, I studied until 10:00 AM. I jogged over to the history building and made it into the lobby just before 10:15.
Erik
History was as interesting as could be expected from a 100-level survey course. The teacher was a skinny gay guy with salt and pepper hair. He wasn't bad looking. If he were 20 years younger, he'd have been my type. One of the TAs was a muscle jock who wore gym shorts and an athletic t-shirt to class. His ass looked nice and thick. I stared at it off and on, but I really preferred a little twink ass. I had to put up with a girl in a tight pink t-shirt trying to distract me constantly while I was trying to take notes on my tablet. Finally, I'd told her she was nice, but I was gay. That shut her up.
When I came out of the lecture hall, I saw Alonzo standing there waiting for me. He was cute as ever, although he was wearing a looser outfit than yesterday. I preferred him in jeans so tight that they looked sprayed on. I should put him in leggings, I thought. The girl in the pink t-shirt and some of her friends were coming out the door behind me. I decided to put on a show for them. I walked up to Alonzo and picked him up. He was five inches shorter than me today. I must have grown more than I thought last night. He was light in my arms. I planted a kiss on his mouth and squeezed his ass.
"That's hot," the girl in the pink t-shirt said. "I'd love to watch some time. I love watching gay porn." Then she and her friends walked off laughing.
I put Alonzo down and pulled him along the hallway towards a janitorial closet. I pulled out my lock pick gun and opened the door. I pushed Alonzo inside with me and closed the door. I flipped the latch from the inside. Alonzo was already kicking his shoes off. I reached out and pulled his polo shirt off. He had some fading hickeys that I promised myself I would freshen up.
He pulled his pants down. His underwear was loose enough that it came down with it, exposing his pretty little hairless dick. I took hold of it, and it started to swell even before I pulled him close and kissed him.
"Please sir," he said. "Let me lube up. Your dick is bigger today."
I remembered the taste of lube on my tongue yesterday and made a face. "Don't worry sir," he said. "I saw you didn't like it last night, so I got something from Jason."
He took a tin that looked like an unmarked Altoids container and pulled out a little gel sphere. He bent over a little and pushed it up his butt. "Just a few minutes, and it will be ready," he said.
I sat down on a stool and pulled his little naked body onto my lap. "Let's get started this way, then," I said.
I bent down and kissed his bruised and swollen lips. They tasted like sweet cherries. I pulled back and looked at his face. I'd hit him on the left side of his face and his lips. I could see the beginnings of a bruise forming. I wasn't sure how I felt about what I had done. I should feel bad, but I didn't. I felt powerful, knowing that I had left a mark on his beautiful face. I moved my hand under his cock and slid my fingers into his crack. I found his hole and probed it with my finger. It was tight and still needed lube.
I moved my lips to his neck and bit him, just enough to elicit little gasps of pain-pleasure. I nibbled his ears. His little cock grew hard against my arm. I could hear him whimpering, as I continued to probe his hole. It was becoming slick. Whatever was in that little gel sphere, it was working. I bit his nipples, then went back to his lips. His little boy hole was slippery and ready. I lifted him up and slid him down on my cock. His eyes flew open as he sank down all the way to the root. Best lube ever, I thought.
Alonzo
For the first time I'd been with Erik, I was more afraid than aroused. My dick was soft as I was getting undressed. Then he pulled me onto his lap and began kissing me. His fingers found their way to my hole and my dick started to swell. The more he bit me, the more he caused me to gasp in pain, the harder I became. What's wrong with me? I thought. I couldn't believe that I was getting turned on by pain.
When Alonzo slid me down on his cock, I was surprised. I'd lost track of how many times Erik had fucked me in the last few days, but I was fuller than I'd ever been. There was pain when he entered me, but it was a good pain. My eyes flew open, and I moaned in pleasure.
Erik leaned back so he could impale me deeper on his pole. He was lifting me by the hips and letting gravity pull me down again. My dick was throbbing. My hand moved down to stroke it. Erik grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled it away.
"You've shown me that you can cum without stroking it," he said. "That's how we're going to do it."
Whatever, I thought. It felt nice last night. And if I don't cum, I know Erik will stroke me off. He obviously gets off on an ass milking him dry.
Erik stood up, holding me by the hips. It was like a porno. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he had his under my butt, holding my cheeks apart. It was the deepest and most fulfilling fuck I'd had yet. He pounded me until he came, then he kept going. I felt the pressure building, like I was going to piss all over myself. When I came, it was another strange anal orgasm. My ass clenched on Erik's dick, and I felt him cumming again. I started to scream, but Erik clamped his mouth on mine.
When we had both finished, Erik lifted me off his cock and stood me on the ground. I was feeling so weak in the knees that I had to hold onto him. He kissed me gently and rubbed my lower back and butt. When we pulled apart I fell to my knees and cleaned his cock. He was winding his fingers in my hair. Then I noticed the traces of my cum spread on his t-shirt. I licked it off and sucked on the cloth until it was clean.
I got dressed and we slipped out of the room. I had fifteen minutes to get to my Music Theory class. The class was challenging, but I loved it. I knew the fundamentals, but I could see that I would have a lot more to learn. Then I had an hour to study before my next class, a class called Physics for Liberal Arts Majors. It would fulfill one of the two science classes I had to take to graduate.
I had tried to study, but my mind kept returning to Erik. I'd liked him from that first mutual masturbation session. He'd been fun and he'd been so considerate of my own sexual needs. And he'd been the first man who'd fucked me. But I couldn't let go of the fact that he didn't measure up to some fantasy I'd had in my mind. Then I'd changed him. The real Erik was still in there, but he was mixed up with a cruel Viking from a badly written erotic fantasy. And it was my fault. The worst thing was that, for all his casual violence, he still got me more excited than anyone else. What was wrong with me?
The physics class wasn't bad. The professor assured us that we would walk away with an understanding of physics that we could use in our everyday lives. He also told us that we wouldn't need any math above the level of basic algebra. I could handle that.
I hurried back to the dorm and stripped down to wait for Erik. I put everything away and looked in the minifridge. I needed to get a fake ID so I could put some beer in there. Does Erik like beer? I asked myself. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I had bruises on my face and my lip was swollen from where he'd hit me. I touched the bruise with my finger, and felt my dick start to swell. This has to stop; I can't keep getting hard every time I think about Erik hitting me.
I heard Erik come in. I shoved one of the gel spheres up my butt and I ran to greet him. He was sitting on the bed and bending down to take off his shoes. I noticed that they were tight on his feet. I knelt in front of him and began untying his shoes, then pulled them off his feet. My dick had swollen to full erection. I looked up at Erik. He was looking down at me with a look of pure adoration. It was the same look he'd given me the first time he'd seen me naked. My body began to tingle all over.
Erik
My shoes had been tight all day. I couldn't even kick them off when I got home. I'd just sat down on the bed and begun to unlace them when Alonzo came over to me naked. When he knelt on the floor before me, my heart almost stopped. He was so beautiful. I've mentioned before that his skin was like caramel, a really light caramel, or maybe like coffee that was about half milk. He took my shoes off and carefully put them on the floor. When he looked up at me, I could see his large, amber eyes. My eyes glanced down, and I saw that his cock was as hard as mine.
Alonzo took my foot and began to massage it. My mouth opened and I let out a deep breath. He pulled my foot to his mouth and kissed it. Then he kissed it again. I could see the drop of precum glistening at the top of his little penis. I almost blew my load in my pants when he took my big toe in his mouth. He sucked on it and then worked his way down the line to each of my other toes. He repeated the process on the other foot.
Alonzo smiled at me. He stood up between my legs and pushed me backwards onto the bed. He grabbed the waistband of my sweats and pulled them off. Next came my boxers. I sat up and pulled my shirt off. As soon as I was naked, Alonzo straddled my legs and bent down to kiss me. I loved this sexually aggressive side of my boy, but a part of me wanted to slap him and put him in his place. I forced that part of me down where I couldn't hear it.
Alonzo was all over me, kissing my chest, licking my nipples, and sliding his ass up and down my cock. He sat up grabbed my cock and lined it up with his hole. "Quiero tu pinga en mi culo, papi," he said, stroking my cock a little.
Then he bit his bottom lip as he slid down on me, a look of concentration on his face. I loved that look on his face. It made me want to bite his lips myself. He gave a little gasp as he bottomed out. I wanted to grab his hips and slam him up and down, to use him like a fleshlight. But when he began to move by himself, I just lay back and let him ride me.
"You feel so good inside me sir," he said. "I love your pinga!"
I slapped his ass and yelled, "Ride me, you sexy little twink."
He grabbed my wrists and rode me harder. He brought me right to brink of orgasm, then relaxed his ass and bent down to kiss me. He even had the good grace to let me take the lead, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. As soon as my urgency faded, he tightened his ass and started riding me again. He didn't lose control until his dick started oozing cum. His mouth flew open, and his eyes closed tight.
His ass grabbed my cock like a vise and started milking me. I was bucking my hips and yelling, "Take it! Take it all, you little bitch!"
When we'd both finished, Alonzo slid off my pole. He bent down licked his cum off my chest, then he took my cock in his mouth and sucked it clean.
Erik
That was the best sex ever. I thought Alonzo taking charge would turn me off, but it didn't. He was aggressive, but he'd been pure bottom boy. I pulled him up onto the bed and kissed him again. His lips tasted of cum. Before I met Alonzo, I wouldn't have dreamed of tasting cum, but on his lips it was delicious. I was sure that it was the taste of Alonzo that I loved. We cuddled for a little, then I turned him over and slid down to his ass. I ate him gently until he started to squirm.
"That feels so good sir," he moaned. His fingers were clawing at the blanket.
I sat up on the bed and stuck my finger in his ass. Whatever was in that lotion of Jason's, Erik's ass remained tight and soft. There was no sign of redness or swelling. I kind of liked that swollen look he'd been getting back there, but it had made him cry like a little bitch. And he rode me harder when he wasn't wincing in pain. I kissed his ass cheeks.
"I love your ass Alonzo," I said between kisses. "It's the most beautiful ass I've ever seen."
He giggled at me and wiggled his ass. "And I love your cock sir," he said.
"Your ass is almost perfect," I said. I traced a circle on his ass. "It will look even more beautiful when I put my mark right here."
I felt him stiffen beneath me. "Don't turn into a little bitch on me," I said, slapping his ass. "I have to mark my stuff so that no one touches it."
Alonzo
I had done everything I could to make him happy. I filed the fact that I got hard kneeling at his feet away to deal with later. He'd been happy. I'd been happy. I'd ridden his cock until he made me cum, until I made him cum. And he was still talking about branding my ass, talking like it was a done deal and I had no say in the matter.
He slapped my ass again and said, "I'm going to have to get some new shoes, maybe some of those sandals that with adjustable straps. And some new socks."
I was glad to change the topic to anything other than Erik branding my ass, so I said, "You're going to look pretty nerdy wearing sandals and socks."
He slapped my ass hard, but his laughter told me that he was trying to be playful. "I'm an engineer," he growled. "Don't forget that I am a nerd."
We heard knocking on the door. I jumped up to grab my shorts from the drawer, but Erik said, "Just answer it the way you are. You're too beautiful to cover up."
I wasn't going to argue, not now. I went to the door and opened it just a crack. Sebastian was standing there. I swallowed hard and said, "Come on in."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at my nakedness as he walked into the room. He glanced over at Erik who was sitting in his boxers. "Going casual these days?" he asked, taking a seat on the desk chair.
"We just finished fucking," Erik said, motioning me over to the bed.
I walked over to sit next to him, but he pulled me into his lap instead. "Alonzo doesn't wear clothes in the room because he knows how much it excites me. And I like him to be always ready for my cock," he said.
Sebastian seemed to accept that explanation. The fact that I was getting half hard again probably supported it. Erik put his arm possessively around me like he was warning another man not to mess with his boy. I noticed that Sebastian was holding some sort of crystal in his hand, stroking it as he stared at us. I hoped he had a cover story for being here.
"I was just checking you two off my list," he said. "I consider it to be part of my duty as RA to keep an eye on new students, especially freshmen, to make sure they're settling in. Are you? Settling in that is."
Erik spoke up first, squeezing my thigh. "We're fine," he said. "Alonzo and I hit it off the first day."
"That's good to know," Sebastian said. "I pull some strings to get students who are different in some way assigned to my floor. That includes gay students like you. I just want you know that you can come to me with any problems, whatever they may be."
"I'll keep that in mind," Erik said. "If we need any help." He pinched my nipple and bit my ear right in front of the RA.
If Erik had been trying to get a rise out of our RA, he failed. Without a pause, Sebastian began asking us about our backgrounds and interests. He made sure to ask me specific questions because Erik tended to answer for me. Then we went over the rules. Officially we weren't allowed alcohol in the dorm, but we could tell from Sebastian's warnings that he would only enforce the rule if we became disorderly or drew attention. We talked for about 20 minutes before Sebastian excused himself and left.
I told Erik that I wanted to head out to the Baylor building for my aerobics class. I knew that it was early, but I told him that I wanted to stop at the bookstore on the way. He agreed because he wanted to go work out anyway. I realized that I had just asked Erik's permission to leave the room and had waited until he'd agreed before getting ready.
I stopped at the bookstore just before closing time. I went to the athletic apparel section and bought Erik some sandals and socks like he'd asked for. Then I went to my class. I remembered that I hadn't signed up for this class. Erik had signed me up, but it wasn't bad at all. There was dance music, and we did dance routines for exercise. The class was mostly girls, and the talk was mostly about shaping legs, torso, and butt. The other two guys in the class seemed gay like me.
After class, I ran sweating to our dorm. I looked to make sure that Erik wasn't in the hallway before knocking on Sebastian's door. When Sebastian let me in, I saw that he was not alone. Clarissa was there. She was playing with the crystal I'd seen in Sebastian's hand earlier.
"I know you don't have much time, so we'll get to the point," he said. "I don't want Erik getting angry with you."
He gestured for me to take a seat on the bed, then Clarissa placed the crystal in a small holder. An aura of multicolored light sprang up around it. Clarissa said, "This is a mundane sight analogue to the structure of the spell on Erik."
She traced some colored bands of light that wound into a solid sphere in the interior. "Most spells of transmutation can be broken by finding the loose threads of numina that define the spell. In this spell, there are no loose threads. The threads that should be loose have been gathered together and sealed behind this sphere, a spell lock."
"Does this mean that you can't break it?" I asked, despair tinging my voice.
"Not at all," Sebastian assured me. "A spell lock is simply a pattern that must be solved. What this means is that the spell can only be unwound when the pattern reaches its conclusion. We just have to figure out the pattern, and then we'll be able to resolve it."
"A pattern?" I asked. "Like a program or ... a story?"
Clarissa said, "Exactly. A story is nothing more than a program that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Did you have anything like that in mind when you focused the spell?"
My heart sank and I said, "Yes. I did."
They stared at me for a moment, then Sebastian said, "This will be faster if you can tell us what it is."
I cleared my throat and said, "The Viking's Prize."
Clarissa saw me blushing and turning my eyes away. "And what," she asked, "is the Viking's Prize?"
"It's an eBook," I said. "It's about a Viking captain who raids the north coast of Spain. They sack a monastery and the captain, Einar Ironblood, takes a novice monk as a slave."
"Let me guess," Sebastian said. "The book is pornographic."
I nodded my head yes. He continued, "And it contains BDSM?"
"Yes sir," I said. "It's pretty hardcore stuff."
Clarissa said, "This is a good thing – a little disgusting, but good. I take it that you're playing the part of the monk and Erik is the Viking."
"Yes ma'am," I said.
Sebastian said, "Don't worry, Alonzo. Now that we know what the pattern is, we can resolve it. Then we can break it like any normal spell. Just give me a copy. I'll read it and then we'll figure it out."
"Yes sir," I said. "I'll buy you a copy on your account."
He handed me his phone and I went to the online store where I'd purchased the book, entered my credit card information and downloaded it for him."
"Sir," I said meekly. "Just because I like to read about this kind of stuff, it doesn't mean that I'm really into it."
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry. Tears came to my eyes. Sebastian hugged me and said, "It will be alright. We just have to play the story out."
I sobbed, "I don't want Erik to brand me sir. I really like him, but some of the things Einar does to Pablo are horrible."
He held me until I stopped crying. "We'll figure it out Alonzo," he said. "It won't be easy, but we'll do it."
I wiped my eyes and blew my nose, then I headed back to the room I shared with Erik.
Erik
Alonzo came back to the room late. I had everything ready, and he was late. I'd rearranged the bed the way Jason had in his room, pushing them together so there was one larger bed. The cameras were situated the way I needed them. I'd added dimmer switches to the lights so I could control the brightness from my phone. My private website, Erik's Castle, was set up and my guests were logged in and waiting. I was seated in my chair waiting for him.
Alonzo was looking good, sweaty but good. He was still in his stylish workout clothes, reddish purple workout shorts, as short as Kieran's (he must have bought them in the women's section), a tight t-shirt of the same color that clung to his chest like it was painted on, a lose tank top with thin straps in darker purple and glittery purple athletic shoes. He was such a pretty little twink. Tonight, everyone was going to know that he was mine.
Alonzo
The room was different. Erik had put the beds together, and the overhead lights were dimmed. He was looking at me funny. He wasn't smiling. I was putting my stuff down on the desks when I heard him get up and walk towards me.
"You're late," he growled.
I spun around, holding a bag. "I bought you socks and sandals," I said, "like you asked."
He took the bag and put it down on the desk. Then he grabbed me roughly and pulled me into a tight embrace. He kissed me hard and bit my lip. "That hurt, Erik," I said, trying to pull away from him. Three days ago, I was two inches taller than him and about 15 pounds heavier. Now he was 3 inches taller than me and 30 pounds heavier.
He licked blood off my lip and smiled at me. Fuck me sideways! I thought. I've got Einar tonight instead of Erik.
He held me around the waist and pulled my tank top off roughly. Then he grabbed my t-shirt. I noticed that he had a knife in his hand. I froze, too terrified to react. He slid the knife under my t-shirt. It was razor sharp. He slit the shirt from waist to neck, leaving me naked from the waist up. remembered this scene from the book. Einar had stripped Pedro in front of his men, but no one was here to see it.
Erik ran the tip of the blade down my face. "You're lucky that you're too pretty to cut," he said. "Unless you piss me off," he added. That line was also from the book. I knew that this scene was rough in the book. I doubted it would be much different in real life under the influence of the spell.
He ran the knife up the leg of my shorts, cutting it neatly off. I was standing in in my lavender briefs. They were my favorites because I liked the look of the color against my skin. Another slice with knife and now they were rags. I recalled the chapter of the book. Pedro doesn't get cut badly in the book. If I played my part right, I should be safe from that fate.
Erik sheathed his knife. "A man doesn't appreciate his boy skulking about," he said. "A man deserves to be treated like a king in his castle. That means that he wants to be serviced by his boy when he needs it."
_Interesting_¸ thought Alonzo. In the story he said "thrall" instead of boy. And Einar had cut Pedro across the chest. The basic story line is there, but details can be changed.
"I'm sorry sir," I said. "I was learning to dance for you, to please you better."
Erik hit me with a backhand blow that rattled my teeth. "I don't need you to be sorry boy," he said. "I need you to be here when I need you!" This shit is getting serious, I thought.
Erik picked me up and threw me face down on the bed. He picked up a leather device from his desk. Where did he get a tawse? I thought. Then he spread my legs and pulled my penis down so that it was between my spread legs. This was not going to be good, I thought_._
The first blow with the tawse was excruciating. It was like being hit with a belt, or rather several belts at once. The slap echoed around the room. So did the next few. I had resolved to pretend to cry, but no pretense was necessary. My father had spanked me with his hand when I was a child. My mother had used a shoe, a wooden spoon, whatever was handy, but nothing in my life had ever hurt the way that tawse did on my bare ass. I was crying tears of real pain.
"No papi, no," I cried. "I'll be good. I promise."
I thought Erik was done, but he lined up one final blow and let it fall hard on my cock and balls. I screamed, but Erik put his hand over my mouth to silence my screams. He turned me over. My nuts were burning, and I felt like I was going to throw up.
Erik grabbed my aching nuts and squeezed them. My God! I thought. This is so similar to the book. Pedro survived it, so will I. But Pedro was just a character in a book. He couldn't feel pain.
While holding my balls in tight grip in one hand, he began slapping my face with the other. Then he squeezed my jaw until my mouth opened. Then he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop directly into my mouth. It tasted of Erik. That wasn't the problem. It was the cold look in his eyes.
"Who's your master, boy?" he demanded.
"You are sir" I replied tearfully. "You're my master."
He slapped me again. "Don't forget it boy," he said.
"No sir, I won't," I sobbed. I had decided to just let the tears flow naturally.
Erik slapped my ass. "Hold your legs up," he ordered. "I'm going to fuck you now."
I pulled my legs up and pulled them back as far as I could, exposing myself to him like an eager bitch. He shoved two fingers in my mouth. I had no choice but to suck on them. He pushed them to the back of my throat, making me gag and cough up mucus. He used this to lube my ass, roughly shoving his fingers into my hole. This was not as gentle or effective as he usually was in preparing me. I tried working on his fingers with my ass muscles thinking that would help my ass prepare for the coming intrusion. The first time he's fucked me, his cock had been about five inches long. Now it was more than six. That doesn't sound very big if you go by porn movies, but most men had penises shorter than six inches. Only a small percentage were larger.
I came up with a plan. Erik was not in his right mind. He was almost in full Einar Ironblood mode now, but maybe there was enough of Erik present to be able to help me. All I could do was try.
"Please sir," I begged, "use me if you will, but whatever you do, don't shove one of those amber spheres up my ass again. I can't take it!"
Erik seemed be in the thrall of an inner turmoil for a moment. Then the cruelest smile I had ever seen on Erik spread across his face, but his eyes were looking at me with compassion. He grabbed the tin of alchemical lubricants Jason had given me and took one out.
"If I say you'll take the sphere up your ass," he growled, "you will. I don't care how much you beg and plead."
I started a fake sobbing. "Please sir," I begged. "Don't."
Erik shoved the sphere into my hole. It immediately began to work. I could feel its unnatural slipperiness spreading throughout my rectum and relaxing my hole.
"Now I'll take you in front of the entire court," he said.
There was no one here to watch, I thought. Then noticed the lights on the cameras around the room. Fuck! Is he recording or streaming?
Erik entered me with one forceful thrust. The alchemical lube was working its magic, however, and there was only a little pain, and that was the kind that felt good at the same time it hurt. He thrust into me as far as he could and then pulled all the way out before plunging back in. He hadn't fucked me like this before. It hurt, but it also felt good. It was stimulating my asshole more than any his previous fucks. Despite the pain, it felt good, and I hated that it felt so good when he was so rough.
The problem was that we were caught in a scene from the book, and Pedro had cried throughout the chapter from the pain of his public violation. If I didn't cry, would the scene be left unresolved. If this was one of the events that had to play out before we could break the spell, I had to make it count. I'd done theater in high school. I did my best to appear to cry.
Then I remembered that I wasn't the only victim here. Erik would never treat a lover this way. He was an aggressive and forceful lover, but he was always considerate and kind. He was trapped inside this scene as much as I was. And I was the one who trapped him. That's when my tears became real. When Erik started slapping me in the face, it only lent verisimilitude. I couldn't help but feel that I'd deserved it.
Erik
I finished fucking Alonzo and turned the cameras off. I was looking at his beautiful face. His cheeks were red. He was going to have bruises tomorrow. His soft kissable lips were split and swelling. What the hell did I do? I recoiled in horror and scrambled to the far end of the bed. Alonzo was looking at me, not in recrimination, but with concern – and guilt.
He crawled toward me, and I pulled back. He touched my knee.
"Erik," he said. "Erik! Are you there? Is that you?"
"I am so sorry Alonzo," I said. "I don't know why I reacted like that. I ... I may be going crazy. I hurt you. And I kept hurting you. And I enjoyed it. I just don't know why. I have never, in my life, ever hit anyone while having sex. I ...."
I broke down and started crying. I didn't cry in front of other people. It made me feel weak. I couldn't believe that I had brutalized Alonzo like that. I was sure that I loved him, even though he'd never said it back to me. Maybe I was just infatuated, but it felt real to me. It was the first time I'd ever found a bottom smaller than me. That doesn't make sense! I thought. I was average height and Alonzo was small, about four inches smaller than me.
I jumped from the bed and grabbed my wallet. I looked at my driver's license. My height was listed as 5 foot 6 inches and my weight at 135 pounds. But that couldn't be right. The whole world started spinning. I collapsed onto the floor and curled up in a ball. Something wasn't right. Everything started to go black.
Alonzo
I didn't know what to do. I grabbed my robe and ran to Sebastian's room. I knocked frantically until he opened the door. He saw my face and said, "What's wrong?"
"Something's happened," I said. "Erik, well he wasn't himself. Something happened, but it wasn't his fault. Then he jumped up, grabbed his wallet. He was looking inside it then he collapsed. He's lying on the floor."
Sebastian came out into the hallway. "Let me take a look," he said.
I opened the door and let him into the room. He ran over to Erick and knelt next to him.
"He's cold," he said. "And he's going into shock. Help me get him on the bed. Cover him with a blanket to keep him warm. I've got to talk to Jason."
Sebastian
This was the worst thing that could happen at this time. I went over to Jason's room. I didn't bother knocking. I used an opening charm. Jason was sitting in a chair watching Kieran's sleeping form. He'd set up a maior munitio arcana. He was an accomplished abjurer as well as an alchemist it seemed.
"Jason," I said, "I hate to bother you at night, but I need to know if you have any prepared remundatio elixir."
He turned to face me. His eyes were puffy. Jason had been crying, I thought.
"No, I don't," he said. "Was someone stricken witless?" His curiosity was overcoming his preoccupation.
I explained briefly, "No. Erik is undergoing revelatio crisis."
He said, "I heard him earlier. Something has come over him. He was beating on Alonzo. I wanted to help, but ... Kieran's in crisis as well." I didn't press. I waited for him to decide what to tell me. Jason was so self-assured, so confident, that I'd never imagined I would see him like this.
"Being raped is never easy," he said, "especially not for someone as high strung as Kieran. But Kieran was already approaching a crisis point when he was attacked. He is in an alchemical state of becoming, wherein his outer self is being brought into alignment with his inner self. There are many crisis-points in this process. Being attacked has put his progress in jeopardy, and it has made me unsure how to guide him."
He gestured at the bed where Kieran lay naked in an apparently dreamless sleep and said, "I have been forced to give him the meng elixir. It's like the somnus elixir, but it differs in some particulars. He is consulting with my uncle Kalom who is a trained therapist. He will give me some advice on how to proceed."
"I wanted to go help Alonzo," he said with a sad and dejected tone. "I've tried to help those two. I really like them, but neither of them knows what they truly want, and I need to focus on helping Jason. I can't watch everything. I took my eye off my duty for one moment and Kieran was raped."
I had to break in, saying, "That's not your fault, Jason. I'm the one who pulled you into a meeting. If anyone is to blame, it's me."
"That's nice of you to say," Jason said, "but I know what happened better than anyone. I'm not wallowing in guilt. I'm just telling you why I may not have been as helpful as I could be. I will resolve Kieran's crisis, but I may not be able to focus on much else."
"Thank you for letting me know," I said. "Do you know anything that can help with revelatio crisis?"
"It's not going to solve the problem," Jason replied, "but we can give him some dragon's milk. In a mundane it won't do anything more than bring together the disjointed parts of his mind for about an hour. If you can talk him through the crisis in that time ...."
I couldn't contain myself. I burst out, "Merlin's staff, Jason, that's a controlled substance. It's an ordo prima offense to possess it!"
Jason waived off my concerns. "I am a licensed alchemist with an endorsement that covers dragon's milk, water of lethe and a dozen other ingredients I use on a regular basis. I'll have to record the fact that I gave you some to dose him, but no one will know unless they audit my books."
He got up and opened a puzzle box sitting on his chest of drawers. It unfolded, revealing several dozen bottles of liquid. He took out a small cup and carefully measured 1/8th ounce of dragon's milk into a cup. He mixed it with pure grain alcohol (also forbidden, but this time just by college rules) until it measured a full ounce.
"Make him swallow this," he said. "Immediately shove this in his mouth afterwards (he handed me a small pastille) to keep him from vomiting. It should take effect in about a minute and last for about an hour."
"Thank you, Jason," I said. "You're probably saving Erik's life right now."
Jason sat back down in his chair and took up vigil over his boyfriend's sleeping form. He didn't look back when he said, "If Kieran's crisis gets worse, I'm going to kill Kyle Mason. I'm sorry if it will cause you problems, and I don't care who has filed a legitimate target claim against him before I could do it."
"Thanks for letting me know," I said. Merlin's staff! This situation was getting out of hand. It had to be Domenic who filed the claim on Kyle. What possible justification could he have used?
I left and went back to see Erik. He was so fair skinned normally that it was hard to see how pale he was. He had also broken out in a cold sweat. Alonzo was pale too.
"This is my fault," he said with tears in his eyes.
I couldn't argue with him on that one. It was his fault. He hadn't meant to do it, and he had no training when he did it, but magical law would never accept that as a defense. But it was not time for that discussion now.
"I'm going to give him something that will bring him around," I said. "You need to follow my lead."
"Yes sir," Alonzo said.
I held Erik's head up and gave poured the drink in his mouth. I didn't have time for mundane coaxing, I used a charm I learned in basic healing training and made him swallow it down. The I pushed the pastille into his mouth. If I wasn't mistaken, Jason had made it from cannabis. At least it smelled like cannabis. Almost exactly one minute later, Erik's eyes fluttered open. He seemed coherent, although his pupils looked funny.
"Welcome Erik," I said, balancing a sphere of mage fire on the tips of the fingers of my left hand. "Welcome to the real world."
"What do you mean?" he began. "What is that?"
He was weak but he was pointing at the fire. It was a simple trick, but obviously magical. It could help to force mundanes to confront the real world.
"What were you thinking just before you passed out?" I asked, waving the mage fire in front of his eyes.
Erik was lost in thought for a moment, then he said, "I'm taller than I was. I know it sounds ridiculous, but my driver's license says that I'm five and half feet tall. I know that I'm five and half feet tall, but I'm not. I know that I'm a few inches shorter than Alonzo, but I also know that I'm four inches taller than him. None of this makes any sense."
He let his head fall back into his pillow.
"I can help you through this crisis," I said, "but you have to listen to me and follow my words to their logical conclusion."
"Yes," he said, "I will."
"Look at this fire in my hand, Erik," I said. "Reach out and touch it."
He did.
"It gives off no heat and it consumes no fuel," I said.
"That's impossible," he replied. "Fire doesn't work that way. You can't just create energy. Fire creates energy by converting the energy in the molecules of the fuel into heat."
"Listen to me Erik," I said. "You are correct. I must be converting some energy into light to make these flames. There is no fuel, so where is the energy coming from?"
"I suppose you're going to tell me it's magic," he said.
"Yes," I said. "It's magic, just like the magic that has made you taller and more solidly built. Just like the magic that lets me do this ...."
I used a simple spell to change the blanket covering him. The plain blue color changed to a series of rainbow stripes.
"How come no one knows about this," Erik said, his eyes becoming more focused. He sat up and looked around more attentively. "Why has this energy you speak of never been observed or quantified?"
"It's simple Erik," the energy is hidden, like much of the real world, from the vision of mundane observers. It's a phenomenon we call the velamen arcanum. It keeps you from seeing the real world. You can only see the mundane aspects, the outer surface of reality. You've been in the presence of magic your entire life, but you've never been able to see it.
"Some people have the innate ability to see this energy and its effects on the world around them," I said. "Most do not. Since most mundanes, like yourself, suffer mentally when they are forced to confront the magic in the real world, we assume that the velamen arcanum exists to protect their minds. We don't know for sure where it comes from, or its purpose, but this is our best theory."
"Why?" Erik said. "It wouldn't exist if it didn't serve a purpose. What purpose is served by shielding most people from seeing this world you claim to see?"
I looked at Alonzo. This would be a revelation for him as well. It had been a revelation for me when I first began to study the velamen arcanum.
"Perception affects the world around us," I explained. "Mages can see the wild chaotic energies of the real world, which allows us to manipulate that energy. Mundanes can't see the chaos. Our best theory, and that's all that it is, holds that the inability of mundanes to perceive this chaotic energy is what brings stability to the world around us, keeps it from dissolving into pure chaos. You're the anchors that stabilize the world."
"Then why reveal all this to me?" he asked.
"Because you had begun to see through the velamen arcanum to the real world that lurks below it," I said. "Normally we would use an obliviating charm to remove the memories that were affecting you so that you could go back to a normal life, but that wouldn't work with you. Somehow you have become the target of an errant magical pattern that will continue to erode the protection of the velamen arcanum for you. I have to help your mind be at peace with this knowledge, or it will drive you crazy."
"So, no pressure," Erik sighed.
"Your mind is fleeing from the truth because you did some things that can't explain," I said. "I want you to understand that these behaviors are not your fault. You're being overwhelmed by something powerful that is forcing you to follow the pattern. I need you to understand this deep in your subconscious because I must suppress your active memory of our conversation so that you don't fight against the pattern. You have a whole team working to free you, but it won't work if you are struggling against the pattern. Let us do our job and keep you safe."
"I don't want to hurt Alonzo," Erik said. "This pattern is making me do things I don't want to do. It's a curse, that what it is. I think I love you Alonzo."
Alonzo leaned over and kissed Erik on the lips.
"I think I may love you too," he said. "Don't worry about me. I don't blame you for any of this. It's not you."
"It's time," I said. "I'm going to bury this conversation in your subconscious. It should remain there until the pattern has been lifted from you, but it will help your mind to cope. You will accept the fact that you're changing, and that Alonzo is changing. And you will remember a few more things. First you'll remember my phone number so you can call me if you my help, and second, you'll remember that tattoos are cooler and more attractive than brands, and they can be seen more easily."
I had been lulling Erik to sleep with a subtle charm while we spoke. Now I sequestered the memory of our conversation. The commands were planted deep in his mind where they would remain until needed.
Alonzo
When Sebastian put Erik to sleep, I kissed him again. I hadn't lied. I thought that I probably was falling in love with him. I turned to Sebastian and said, "Why didn't you tell him that I was the one who cursed him?"
"He doesn't need to know," Sebastian replied. "I don't know if we should ever tell him. It won't do any good. Now tell me what sort of spell you put on yourself. I'm getting tired of you working magic without training. You think what Erik did to you today was painful? Let me tell you something. If you don't stop working magic until you get some training, I'm going to teach the old-fashioned way, with severe discipline and pain spells. Friday you have a meeting with Clarissa's group. If you learn a spell there, you can perform that spell. No more experimenting on your own!"
I protested, "I didn't cast any spells on myself. I asked Jason for help in my relationship with Erik. This was before I knew about the spell I'd accidentally put on Erik. I didn't know that he would be growing, so I asked Jason for something to make me a little shorter than Erik. The I didn't follow his instructions and I may have overdosed, and I don't know what is going to happen."
"I do, you reckless little twink," Sebastian said with anger. I was used to him being so kind and gentle that it took me by surprise. "I should slap you silly myself, except you'd probably try to convince yourself that you liked it."
I stared at him open-mouthed and said, "If you can help me, I really need it."
"No," Sebastian said. "You won't ever learn anything if I jump in to help you out of a situation you created for yourself. You cast a spell on Erik to turn him into a fantasy character from your spank bank, then you took a potion to make yourself smaller. The two magical effects are tied together now. How much taller is Einar than Pablo?"
"A foot and an inch," I said, more subdued than before.
"And how much bigger is his cock?" Sebastian demanded.
"Six and a half inches," I whispered, a sudden feeling of dread overcoming me.
"Right," Sebastian said. "There's your answer. Erik will keep growing and you'll keep shrinking until he's thirteen inches taller than you. And his cock will keep growing and yours will keep shrinking until there's a full six and half inch's difference between your cocks."
"We can reverse it after we break the spell," I said. "Can't we?"
"No, we can't!" he hissed at me. "We have to complete the pattern. If the completed pattern is disrupted, there's a chance that the spell will begin to grow again. Be glad you didn't pay attention to what you were doing, and you asked Jason for a potion to help you shrink. Otherwise, think of what you would have done to Erik with your spell. He would have grown to about seven feet tall and his cock would have been more than a foot long."
"You weren't thinking at all," he continued, now lecturing me sternly, "and you could have made life very difficult for someone who was a complete innocent in all this."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't even know that magic was real."
"Alonzo," he said with exasperation in his voice, "you didn't even wish for anything you really wanted. You're not a submissive boy like Kieran. You're a temperamental and reckless little bottom boy, but that's not the same thing. And Erik's almost as bad. He's not some sexual dominant like Jason, he's an aggressive top. Submissives and bottoms are not automatically the same thing. And dominants and tops are not necessarily the same thing. Fantasize all you want! Beat your meat until your dick falls off but stop confusing your fantasy for your reality."
"But Jason assumed that we were like him and Kieran," I began.
"No more excuses, Alonzo," I said. "Stop blaming other people for your own mistakes. If you and Erik came at Jason and Kieran trying to play act at being them, of course Jason wouldn't know the difference. I can see it because I'm seeing your auras right now and I'm a very sensitive aura reader. Jason is an alchemist. Unless he took a saliva sample, or a blood sample, or maybe even a urine sample, he wouldn't know. He could only judge by your actions."
I couldn't help it. I slumped down in a chair and started to cry.
"I wish I could do something about it, Alonzo," Sebastian said. He even put his arms around my shoulders and gave me a hug. "But once we end this spell, we're going to have to lock the spell results, do our best to make it unbreakable. Because if we don't, we risk you turning Erik into a bloodthirsty monster who rapes his way across seven eBooks. You did know that this book you based your pattern on is part of a set. Viking's Prize isn't the worst one by far. I found a website that summarized them."
"I wish I could find the author," I said. "It's their fault ...."
Sebastian slapped me as hard as Erik had earlier. "Stop it Alonzo!" he said. "Stop trying to blame someone else for your mistakes. The author wrote a series of books that many people out there like. He didn't hurt anyone. You did when you made this fantasy real. If you can't get ahold of yourself and take responsibility, I will have no choice but to call in someone who can make you take responsibility."
"Yes sir," I said. He was right. It wasn't the author's fault. I'm the one who cast the spell of the disappearing dick on myself.
"You don't try to work any magic you haven't mastered," he demanded. "Do you understand me? That means no attempting to do any spell unless Clarissa or I say that you can. Once we've approved a spell, you can use without supervision."
"Yes sir," I said.
"I mean it," Sebastian said as he was leaving the room.
I went to the bathroom and noticed that Jason had taken time to set out our tea and medicinals even with all the trouble he was going through right now. I took mine and then got cleaned up. I carried Erik's into the room and thought about waking him up to take it, but he'd been through a lot that night.
I knew that I'd promised Sebastian I would control myself, but I had to try. I lifted Erik's head and put the pills in his mouth. Then I poured the tea in and held it closed. I copied the words and motions Sebastian had used earlier and Erik swallowed the pills and tea. Learning new spells wasn't so hard. I'd only seen that one once.
I turned out the lights and crawled into bed beside Erik. I got under the covers and wrapped my arms and legs around him. My hand strayed down to his cock. It had gotten bigger. That was nice. That's all he'd really wanted out of that spell. Well, the bigger cock and the taller man, maybe the broader shoulders as well. That first spell of mine had been a disaster, but only because it was affecting Erik's mind. The body wasn't a disaster at all.
College Magic Cycle Characters (Readers' Version)
This list includes all the named characters introduced in the story so far.
Major Characters
· Alonzo Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute power bottom and foundling mage. He's powerful, but untrained. He begins the story with a height of 68 inches and a weight of 150 pounds. He has deep olive or very light brown skin, amber eyes, and long black hair. He's a singer and a dancer. He's a little flighty and very flirty. When his powers awakened, he accidentally cast a spell that cursed his roommate Erik. He loves hardcore BDSM porn but is discovering that he doesn't like it in real life. He and Erik are suitemates with Jason and Kieran.
· Darren Groves. A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Drew is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.
· Domenic Chase. A 24-year-old Elven-American from New York City. He has an alien mindset that others find hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes (like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms, although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran and beat up Simon.
· Drew Janowski. A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.
· Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 140 pounds. Despite his small stature he likes weight training and is extremely muscular, although thin. Once he's affected by Alonzo's spell, he begins to gain height and weight. He has blond hair and ice blue eyes. He is a bit of a slob, but he's also very smart. He's a total top and ends up fucking his roommate Alonzo on their first day in the dorms. He and Alonzo are suitemates to Jason and Kieran. He's learning from Jason to expand his definition of what it means to be a top. Thanks to Alonzo's spell, his mind has been invaded by the cruel fictional character Einar Ironblood. He struggles between the two personalities. He's in love with Alonzo and wants him to his boy forever. He's not sure that Alonzo feels the same way.
· Ethan Lowry. An 18-year-old boy from Long Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with the hunters. His story will be told later.
· Jason Lee. A 19-year-old (about 6 months older than Kieran) Chinese American college freshman with golden brown skin, brown almond shaped eyes and collar length black hair. He is already an accomplished alchemist. He is a dominant, looking for a submissive boy. He finds what he's looking for in Kieran Morgan. He takes charge of Kieran and begins training him as a submissive. He gives Kieran alchemical elixirs that change his body, and he uses psychology to lead him to embrace his innate submissiveness. He has allowed himself to fall into tantric entanglement with Kieran, bringing them even closer. He believes that Kieran is his complement, the other half of his soul. Jason and Kieran are the suitemates of Alonzo and Erik.
· Kieran Morgan. An 18-year-old boy with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story, he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track team. Jason took charge of him shortly after they moved into the dorm and began training him to let his inner submissive out. Jason gives him alchemical elixirs that are changing him physically. He sometimes struggles with the idea that he's losing himself inside Jason, but he can't go long without his lover's touch. Jason is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is. After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided that Kieran will change majors to Art.
· Kyle Morgan. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.
· Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He has no current boyfriend.
· Simon Carter. A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.
· Xav Janowski. A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.
Minor Characters
· Christopher Thompson. A big guy, over six feet tall and well-muscled, with blond hair who looks like a jock; he has a very small penis; Matt's roommate (and possible submissive); a member of the Nerd Squad.
· Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local representative of the Conclave.
· Daniel Burns. A stocky guy with light brown hair and a goatee; one of the Nerd Squad
· Dawn Schiller. A muscular blond woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.
· Jake Miller. An African American guy with dark skin and curly hair; one of the Nerd Squad.
· Joe Peters. A freshman in Kieran's writing class who was in the same religious program before school that Kieran was in.
· Josh Higgins. Overweight and unhygienic guy who introduced Kyle to Nerd Squad.
· Dr. Kamon Zhang. Jason's maternal uncle, a mage and psychologist who is helping Kieran to come to terms with his trauma, and his true nature.
· Larry Gordan. Kieran's Art professor. He reminds Kieran of his Uncle Craig, and arouses him, a fact that disturbs Kieran but seemed unsurprising to Jason. He tried to put the moves on Kieran after his first class but backed off apologetically when he found out that he was Jason's boy. He is a mentor to Kieran.
· Matt Silver. A sturdy guy with olive skin tone and brown hair; he has a very large penis (almost 10 inches); the most sadistic of the Nerd Squad.
· Meghan Connelly. A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers.
· Michael Shank. A skinny guy with dirty blond hair and pale skin; one of the Nerd Squad.
· Millicent Bierce. A TA who teaches the writing class that Kieran and Darren are in. She appears to be very religious and doesn't seem to like Kieran and Darren, probably because they are gay.
· Sally Minh. An engineering student who is in Kieran's art class. She ships Kieran and Jason and draws pictures of them in anime style. She's a friend to Kieran and becomes one of Jason's watchers to keep an eye on him.
· Sybil Thorne. Kieran's history professor. She's also the overseer for the magician's Conclave here on campus. Her two assistants are Sebastian Trent and Clarissa Spencer.