Elf Master Chapter 3
Elf Master Chapter 3 (Coming to Terms with Servitude)
Introduction
This is a side story set in the College Magic series. This story involves two characters previously met in that series. For those who are following that series from the gay/sf-fantasy side but may not be into more hard-core authoritarian scenarios, you may want to skip this storyline. Their relationship is in no way like that of Jason and Kieran or Alonzo and Erik. It is non-consensual (at first) and involves sexual slavery and complete domination of one man by another.
Like Kieran, Kyle is a young man wounded by his upbringing. His journey is darker than Kieran's, in part because his guide does not love him and in part because he has further to go. In the end, he too will find happiness once he learns to accept who he is.
For those who appreciate this kind of story read on; others be forewarned.
This story is fantasy. In the real-world consent is not only important, but also sexy.
This cycle includes four storylines. The stories intertwine. They are listed in the College Magic Cycle folder in the suggested reading order.
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Author's Notes
· This story contains hardcore scenes of BDSM. Be aware before reading on.
· Kyle Mason is on a journey, learning to accept his sexuality. Don't believe him when he claims that he's not gay.
· While the story is apparently non-consensual, be aware that Kyle will be eventually given a choice.
· While this storyline is designed to mostly stand alone in this cycle, you may miss some background information if you don't read the other storylines (especially The Pack). Simon Carter will eventually reappear in this story.
· The first four chapters of this story were originally written in 3rd person, so there may be some places where I have failed to make the correction in the published version. I apologize if it causes any confusion. Please let me know so I can correct it and provide a revised version of that chapter.
My stories on NIFTY include the following.
· College Magic Cycle – a fantasy story about supernatural scholars and their lovers in a private college somewhere in southeastern Ohio.
· Small Town Slave Boy – an authoritarian story about a young man who has been enslaved by his best, and only, friend. (Currently on hiatus)
Domenic
I needed only a couple of hours of sleep a night, so I had plenty of time to finish my homework and still go out and look for fey creatures on campus so that I could gather information about thing they may have overheard during the day. Mundanes couldn't see the fey, not could most human mages unless they used a spell, but they were all around us tending to the flowers and other plants. They'd become more common once the college stopped using pesticides and other toxins.
While walking, I began planning what to do with my new slave. I wanted to build up his muscles and slim him down so that he was carrying no additional fat. His body would be gorgeous once that was done. I planned to have him remove his body hair. That had been a suggestion from the nerds. It would make his slave's muscles more obvious. I would train him to drink piss and to suck the cock of any man who asked. I also wanted his ass to be trained to take a lot of punishment. He would become a complete muscle slut, and I wanted everyone to know it.
I would decide at the end of the year whether to keep him or sell him in the goblin market over the summer. Until then, I planned to enjoy owning him.
It was almost dawn when I finished my walk and returned to the dorm. I stopped at Darren's room and knocked quietly. Darren was already up; he'd told me that he was an early riser. He was wearing boxer shorts and had a bathrobe draped over his body, but open in the front. He was carrying some extra weight like Kyle, but he was powerfully built under the flab. I could see one rumpled bed and one that looked like it had been loosely made. No one else was in the room.
Darren gestured for me to come in. "Do you live alone?" I asked him.
"Nah," Darren replied. "My roommate Micah spent the night in his friends' room. I think the three of them are lovers. I expect I'll be getting the room to myself a lot."
"Lucky you, I suppose," I said. "Did you get what I asked for?"
"Over there on the desk," he said, gesturing towards a gallon jug that was a third full of piss. "Most of the guys in the pack pissed in the jug last night. I'll have the same amount for you tomorrow morning."
"Thank you for your contribution," I said, picking up the jug and making my farewells. Back in the room, I set the jug down. I took my slave's water bottle. It was empty to I took off the lid and pissed inside it. Then I whispered, "Time to wake up slave."
Kyle
I was awakened by my master's voice. Even at a whisper, the chain I wore forced me to obey. "It's time for you to get up, slave," he said. "Take your morning piss in your water bottle." I noticed that it already had some piss in it, probably Dom's.
"Do you see that jug on your desk?" he asked. I looked over and saw a gallon jug about a third full of yellow liquid. My heart sank as I realized that it was most certainly urine.
"I asked for some donations so you wouldn't have to be thirsty today," Dom said. "You haven't made many friends here. You would be surprised how many volunteered once they knew it was for you."
I said nothing because I'd decided to try out sullen silence around my master. It was the only form of resistance the chain allowed me. Dom seemed wise to me but didn't force me to talk. He did force me to do my exercises, using two full gallon jugs as hand weights. This morning I powered through them, despite the soreness in my muscles from yesterday, flagging only once or twice until I felt Dom's cane against my ass. Getting back into an exercise program felt good; being forced to do by my master did not.
Once I'd finished, Dom handed me another diet smoothie for breakfast. I could tell that it had been mixed with piss instead of water. I sucked it down as fast as I could, hoping to swallow it before I could taste it. That didn't work. Every swallow tasted like vanilla and piss.
Then Dom told me to shower, shit and brush my teeth. I did it as fast as I could because I knew that Dom would punish me it I wasted time. When I got back into the room, he called me over and showed me the chair of my desk. One of the dildo's he'd made me buy yesterday had been attached to the seat.
"This is where you will sit when you're doing homework," Dom said. "We'll work our way up in sizes as you adjust to each one."
Then he showed me a butt plug, and said, "We'll also need work your ass when you're not sitting on the chair, getting fucked or taking a shit. You will be cleaning all these toys with your mouth, so you had better keep your ass clean and ready for action. We bought a smaller container of lube yesterday you can carry in your bag. You can refill it from the big one here."
But that wasn't the end of my morning preparations. Dom made me lower myself onto the dildo and sit still while he pierced my ears with a silver needle. Then he threaded small silver hoops through them, each one with a tiny silver raven on it. It hurt, but not too badly. He flicked the one in my left ear. "This one will allow you to hear me when I want to speak to you," he said. "It will also allow you whisper a response back to me and I will hear it."
He flicked the one in my left ear. "And this one will allow you to understand any spoken language you hear. Today, I'm going to lay a special charm on it that will allow you to hear the thoughts of those around you," he said, "but only thoughts that are about you. It won't work on me or anyone else with a strong or well-trained mind, but it will work on most mundane humans. You have a very misguided understanding of what people really think about you. I want you to hear the truth today."
There was an hour left before I had to go to class, so Dom subjected me to one more humiliation. "Go into the bathroom and shave," he commanded. "You only have one hour, so make sure to start on your face, then your chest, then your armpits," he explained. "You can finish this afternoon. I've had more requests for a hairless bitch than for a hairy one."
I ran into the bathroom and began to shave. He hadn't been told not to, so I began with my face trimmer. It made short work of the hair on my face, cutting it down to stubble. The chest was easy because it was broad and relatively flat, although I did nick the area around my nipples a couple of times. My belly was also easy. It was the armpits that were the most difficult. The skin there was very sensitive. I managed to trim my arms and legs before my time was up.
I hated trimming my body hair. I'd always thought that manscaping was for fags. But a glance in the mirror told me that I looked good that way, except for my belly. How the hell did I allow that to happen to me? I asked.
Back in the room, Dom gave me an appraising look. "I like the trimmed look, but it doesn't go far enough," he said. "Several of your fans have expressed an interest in having you smooth as a baby. Since you trimmed it, you'll be able to use the epilator instead of a razor this afternoon."
Dom then handed me instructions for the day.
· Concentrate in class and learn the material. Your master wants you to become less stupid.
· Run from class to class. A slave always moves with purpose.
· Eat your protein bars for lunch and make sure you drink the entire bottle of piss before you return to the room.
· Suck at least two cocks, in two different locations. You must get someone to take a picture of you with the cock in your mouth and one with the cum on your tongue. If you don't get pictures, it doesn't count. Have them send pictures to your jockbitchboy account.
· If your water bottle is less than half full, ask the men you blow to fill it with their piss.
· If you remove your butt plug to shit, put it back in after cleaning it with your mouth.
Before leaving, Dom made me insert the butt plug into my own ass. He didn't say that I couldn't use lube, so I did. Then I stuck the lube in my backpack, throwing in some condoms just in case. I put on the clothes Dom had laid out for me. It was a pair of knit shorts that he'd made from another pair of my sweats, and a t-shirt he'd trimmed so that it was sleeveless and showed my navel. The strange thing was that he'd somehow hemmed them, so they looked professional. There was no underwear, but I was allowed to wear athletic shoes today.
I ran to class, with the plug rubbing against my prostate, making me hard. This was not going to be an easy day. I was going to suck it up and beg Dom to let me wear a jock and a cup tomorrow. Pride be damned. I couldn't believe that I was adapting to this new life of mine, not like I had any choice about it. And you deserve it, said the small voice in my head. I wanted to argue with that voice, but I didn't. I couldn't. I thought back to that night in the bathroom. What if I had wrapped my arms around the sexy red-head and kissed him gently on the neck? The thought should have repulsed me. I had no idea why it didn't, but my cock gave a jump. I thought back to Simon, looking at me out of the corner of his eye when he thought I wasn't looking. What if I'd grabbed him and pulled his slight frame into my arms and kissed him? Same thing. I wasn't feeling disgust at the thought. On the contrary, I felt a thrill run down my spine. Something was wrong with me.
Sitting in class, I did something I had never done in high school. I concentrated on the lesson and found it mildly interesting; I was retaining the information. I wasn't taking notes, but I was learning the information anyway. I didn't realize it at the time, but Dom's command to learn was being reinforced by the chain I wore. My brain was being compelled to file the information away where it could be easily retrieved. I'd never made any real effort in school before. I'd gotten by with Cs without paying attention.
I could hear the occasional thoughts of my fellow students. Most of them were complimentary. Several girls and a few guys thought I was sexy. One girl thought that I was sexy but assumed I was dumb. Her thoughts were graphic and explicit. There was a guy in the room who was thinking about me in explicit images as well. In this guy's thoughts, I was bending him over a desk in the classroom while everyone was watching. I was pounding him hard, and the guy was crying, but it was his fantasy, not mine.
I was confused. There was some guy in class fantasizing about being raped by me. I'd never had a fantasy like that myself, so I couldn't understand it. I didn't like it happening to me, and I was being punished for who knew how long because I'd raped a fag. Why hadn't that fag gotten off on it?
Interlude
Of course, Kyle's sexuality was warped and stunted. He didn't realize it, but his upbringing didn't give him a chance to learn about consent and the fact that not everyone liked the same things. He also didn't realize that his brain was paying little attention to the thoughts of the women in the room. It was concentrating on the men.
Kyle
As the class went on, my cock grew harder. It didn't make it easier that the plug in my ass was pressing on my prostate while I was sitting. I'd leaked all over the front of my shorts, but it wasn't showing through because the sweats were of a thick knit.
After class I ran to the next class even though I had a break between classes. I tried to avoid it, but thirst was overcoming my will. I took a tentative sip from the piss bottle I was carrying. I hated the taste, but I had no choice. This was all I was allowed to drink now. I would have to get used to it.
"You're drinking my piss," said a voice I didn't recognize. I spun around and saw a non-descript man standing there. He wasn't short; he just seemed short to me since I was six foot two inches. He had a chunky build with a belly slightly bigger than his chest, brown hair, and a brown beard. He was dressed in a t-shirt and baggy jeans with cowboy boots.
"That's right," the man said. "We heard what you did to Simon, and what you did to Kieran is unforgiveable. He may be a prissy little bitch who wiggles his ass at you and then mouths off when you notice it, but he's basically harmless. When your master asked for our donation, we were all happy to do it." He swallowed hard when talking about Kieran.
"Fuck you sir," I said. I wanted to hit this pudgy asshole, but the compulsions wouldn't let me.
"We'll see about that tomorrow night," the guy said. "You have no idea what's coming your way, but I guarantee that you won't forget it."
I didn't know who this guy was, but I knew that I wanted to beat the shit out of him. If I ever get a chance to fight this guy, he's going to be sorry.
"By the way," the guy said, looking around to see that no one was around to see us, "I've been told that your master has already broken the velamen arcanum for you, so ....
The guy's face changed for only a split second. It was bestial, covered in fur with a muzzle full of sharp teeth. Then it was normal again. I felt a sense of fear that was so overwhelming that I almost pissed my pants.
"We've met before," the guy said. "I could barely restrain myself from killing you in that bathroom on Sunday. And don't tell anyone what you just saw. And if you ever lay a hand on Kieran again, I'm going to kill you, consequences be damned."
My heart was still racing. I remembered a hard, hairy hand flinging me across the room, and the smell of wild animal filling my nose. I remembered pissing my pants.
"I'm going to ride you hard tomorrow night," he said. "Don't expect me to be gentle. And you should know that you have cum running down your leg."
He walked away and I hadn't heard a single thought from him, despite him clearly thinking about me. I thought that werewolves – or whatever the fuck that dude was – must be immune to the raven charm.
Look at the fine fat ass on that whiteboy! I heard. When I looked around, I saw a tall, African American student walking down the hall towards me. The guy had a powerful build, and he was wearing the college's basketball uniform. Walking beside him was a light skinned woman who was clinging to his arm. If I could get that dude alone, the man was thinking, I'd make him my bitch.
The guy left his girlfriend in the hallway and went into the bathroom, thinking I got enough time to jack it slowly.
Suddenly I realized that the last thought must have been about me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard it. I rushed up the hallway and into the bathroom. The door to the last stall was closing. I walked up and put my hand in the door to keep it from closing. The tall guy was giving me a look.
"Can I suck your cock sir?" I blurted out.
The guy looked at me and then peered over the partition between the stalls (he was easily tall enough to do it). "Is there anybody else in here?" he asked.
I said, "No sir."
"Sir? I like that," he said, "Get your fat ass in here bitch."
I came in and closed the door behind me. I fell to my knees in front of this man. His skin was like dark chocolate, with only a light dusting of hair. He had strong, African features with a broad strong nose and full lips. My cock was hard and throbbing. This was the first guy I'd wanted to blow since I'd been forced to start sucking cock.
I pulled out my phone and held it out for the man. "Could you take two pictures of me sir?" I asked. "One with your cock in my mouth and one with your cum on my tongue."
"You got a thing for black cock, pussyboy?" the guy asked with a smirk.
"I don't know sir," I replied. I didn't know how to respond. "I only started sucking cocks a few days ago and I need to get pictures."
The man slapped me in the face. "You trying to blackmail me boy?" He said, with anger in his voice. "That why you want a picture of my dick in your mouth? You going to tell everyone that you sucked off Terrence Green and then show them this picture?"
I was afraid at this point. I'd come in here to suck this guy's cock and fulfill my daily task for my master. I hadn't known who this guy was until he mentioned his name. Now I knew. He was a senior and a respected member of the basketball team.
"No sir," I said quickly. "I .. I have a master and he wants me to suck off two guys today and get pictures. I didn't even think about who were. I just thought about how incredibly hot you are. If you pull your pants down far enough and your shirt is out of the picture, no one will see who you are. They'll just see me."
Terrence thought about it for a moment, then said, "Alright. I'll do it, but you've got let me get inside that fine ass of yours."
I didn't have to think twice. I needed that cock. And as much as I hated the fact, I had to admit to myself that I wanted that cock. Something had happened to my mind. I'd been on my knees for a lot of guys in the last two days, but Terrance was the best looking one so far.
"No problem sir," I said, reaching around to pull the plug out of my ass. "But you've got to promise me that you'll cum in my mouth sir."
Terrence turned me around and bent me over so that my face was nearly in the bowl and my ass was in the air. I was compelled to put the butt plug in my mouth and cleaned it. He looked at my puffy hole and said, "You are one well fucked pussy. Your ass is starting to look like a cunt."
I was already lubed and ready, so Terrence just slid right in. There was some resistance, but I'd done my homework last night. And part of that was reading up on getting my ass fucked. I pushed out with all my might while Terrence was pushing forward. I could tell that Terrence was big, but after Matt's monster cock last night, I didn't know if anything would ever be too big for my hole.
Terrence
I was pounding the white boy's fat ass hard, and it felt good. I'd only been inside a few men's asses in my day. I liked that they were more muscular and firmer than a woman's ass, and most girls wouldn't let me fuck their asses anyway. None of the guys I'd fucked before had been this muscular. Hell, it I wasn't worried about my future career, I'd stop seeing girls all together. They were alright, but nothing could beat a firm, tight, jock ass. I was snapping pictures on my own camera to look back on later.
I thought about just nutting inside this fine ass and telling the jockbitch to find two more men to fill his mouth, but the dude was doing me a favor, so I'd do him one in return. At least the dude wasn't asking for anything in return. I'd give a fag a hand job, but I wasn't going to be smoking anyone's pole, or letting anyone get inside of my ass.
Kyle
I'd been attracted to Terrence from the first time I'd seen him. A hot masculine stud like that seemed to press all my buttons. Maybe I'm a little bisexual? I thought. Terrence's cock was bigger than average, but it was only slightly bigger than my own six and a quarter inches, but that was more than long enough to hit my prostate with every thrust. I was grunting and groaning in pleasure. I felt a tightness begin in my ass and spread to my cock. I was about to cum hands free again. When my orgasm came, my muscular ass clamped down hard.
Terrence
I was just about to pull out and put my cock in the jockbitch's mouth like I'd promised when that fine ass began to clamp down on me hard. I felt his orgasm coming, but a promise was a promise. I wanted to stay inside him and let his ass milk me dry, but I pulled out, grabbed the jockbitch around the waist and spun him around. I pushed him down onto the seat of the toilet and shoved my cock inside his mouth as soon as he pulled his butt plug out of his mouth. The jock fag's tongue gave my dick a caressing welcome and I exploded. My knees were buckling, and I must have shot seven loads into his warm, wet mouth. When I'd finished, I snapped a picture of my dick still lodged in Kyle's mouth. When the bitch stuck out his tongue, I snapped a picture of that as well. Then I shared the pictures to my own phone while the bitch was licking the last of his cum off my legs and shoes.
Kyle
Both of us were 10 minutes late to class, I didn't care. I suspected that Terrence didn't either. When I got to class, I had a message from an unknown number. It read Good Time. Don't call me. Maybe I'll call you. TG.
I was feeling pretty good about myself. I'd completed half the task I'd been given for the day, and I had finally sucked someone of my own choice. And the hot jock had wanted me. I still smelled of cum, and my breath tasted like piss, and I was beginning to suffer razor burn from my trimmer. My ass was burning from the brutal fucking I'd taken and from the plug that I'd put back in. Even with all that, I felt better than I had since Sunday.
I concentrated all through math class. It all made sense now. The teacher, a grad student instead of a professor, was showing how to do each type of problem on the board. After each example, I found that I knew how to do it. All the problems on the page in front of me seemed simple. They were just variants of the examples being done on the board. Damn! I thought. If it had been explained like this is high school, I wouldn't be in this remedial class anyway.
After class I packed my bag and ran to my next class. I'd set my schedule up with plenty of time to get there. Now that I was running, I had more time than I needed. I was enjoying these raven earrings Domenic had given me if they did make me look a little like a fag. I was listening to the thoughts of those around me, knowing that every thought I heard was about me.
What a fag! Look at those dangly earrings (a girl).
I could take him easily (a guy).
Young guy with a dad bod, come and get me daddy (a guy)!
Stay away from me! I have mace (a girl).
Dumb fucking jocks! You can't get away from them even at college (a guy).
Did he see me looking at him? I hope not (a guy).
Can't he tell I'm looking at him? What is he? A fag or something (a girl).
I was trying to match faces with the voices in his head, but I had no luck.
God no, not him! Don't let him see me. Don't let him see me! (Simon)
I recognized the last voice as my ex-roommate Simon, the one I'd beaten badly. I looked around and saw him on the far side of the room. He was a skinny black kid, with skin like chocolate milk and hair that was shaved on the sides and a mop of long, loose curls on the top. He was cute in a totally queer sort of way. He was dressed like a preppy in a yellow polo type shirt and red shorts that came to a few inches above his knees. His belt was white and had a buckle that looked like a seatbelt latch.
Why is he looking at me? Why can't he leave me alone? Simon thought. Of course, I heard it. I figured if I could make it right between me and my victims I could persuade Sebastian to call Domenic off. I popped another stick of sugar free gum in my mouth. I was trying to kill the smell of piss on my breath. Domenic's commands wouldn't allow me to chew mints, but gum seemed to be allowed.
When the class before ours let out, I almost lost Simon in the crowd, but I was determined to show him that I was a better person. When our class was able to go in, I followed him at a distance. From behind he was kind of hot in a pint size way. His ass was round and firm. Then I took a seat right next to him. Simon liked to sit up front. I didn't, but I needed to talk to him.
No! Get away! Simon thought when I sat down.
"Don't panic Simon ... er sir," I said, trying to put a kind tone in my voice to go with my smile.
"Kyle," Simon said, "I don't want to talk to you." In his head he was still shouting go away and what's wrong with him. Why is he smiling?
"I'm sorry sir," I said. "I'm sorry for hitting you. I'm sorry for getting mad at you in the first place."
Go away! Simon was thinking. He wasn't really paying much attention to my words.
"I'm not going to stay here sir," I pleaded. "Just let me say a few things and then I'll move."
"What?" Simon snapped. "What do you have to say to me?"
"First, I'm sorry sir," I said. I saw the look in Simon's eyes and added, "I know that's not good enough! I can't go back in time and undo it. I know that I would never do anything like that today. I'm not like that anymore."
Simon's thoughts were shouting that he didn't believe me, but I didn't need the raven earring to tell me that. It was written across his face. I pressed on.
"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you sir," I said. "I should have been flattered. If I'd been smart, I would have kissed you right then and seen what would happen."
"Oh no!" Simon said. "Oh, hell no! Like you kissed Kieran in the bathroom? Is that what you do, beat people and then rape them, all time pretending to be straight? What a fucked up, pathetic, self-hating closet case you are."
I didn't get a chance to say anything. Simon was on a roll now. He wagged his skinny fingers in my face.
"No thank you, you dumb hypocritical, `roid-sucking neanderthal," he said. "I wouldn't fuck you now if you were the last jock ass on the planet. As for this ...." He grabbed his cock through his pants. It was bigger than I expected from a small guy, standing about 5 foot 8 inches tall and weighing about 140 pounds.
"As for this ... you lost your chance," he said. "And I would have fucked you good."
"Sorry sir," I said again. "If you want to kick me around a little, you can. If you want me to give you a blowjob, just let me know. I'll do it somewhere you don't have to be afraid I'll hit you. You can even have someone there to watch. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I'm trying to change."
Then I moved to a different seat. I could hear Simon's thinking what the hell got into him? Is he serious? He's better looking now that he's cleaner and he does have a fine ass. He could afford to drop lose that gut, but ...
I also heard the girl in the row ahead of Simon thinking did that big jock just offer to blow that skinny guy?
I didn't pay much attention to the thoughts of those around me. I had some stuff to work out in my head. Why did I go that far with Simon? I didn't want to let him kick me around did I? And why did I get more excited thinking about him fucking me than the other way around?
I needed to talk to someone gay who could explain things to me. Simon was a little guy. Little guys were supposed to like getting fucked, right. Wasn't it the big guys who did the fucking? Who could I talk to? Jason would kill me as soon as talk to me. Simon is too mad and probably wouldn't want to help. Domenic would probably use my confusion as a tool to torment me.
I had to concentrate during class thanks to the compulsion that had been put on me. Great I thought. I'll memorize everything I don't want to know about American Literature. After class, I was free until my curfew at 5:00 PM, so I wasn't compelled to run anywhere. I still needed to find another cock to suck. I used my Grindr app. I put out a message that read jockbitchboy looking to suck cock. Need photographic proof for master. No reciprocation.
Since there was time, I went back to the room. Dom wasn't there so I didn't have to worry about any interference. I took off my shorts and put on a jockstrap then took a picture that showed my butt. I put that on my account as my profile picture. Then I got dressed again in the clothes that Dom had laid out for me and went to the Student Union. Since it was centrally located, I could get anywhere around campus quickly. There were supposed to be gay cruising spots in the Union. If there were, I couldn't find any.
That's when I got a message on my account. It said come to bathroom in basement of econ bld at 4:30.
Finally, I thought. I can get this over with. I just hope this one is as hot as the last one. Why was I was beginning to view some men as hot. Had I been doing it subconsciously all my life but refusing to acknowledge it?
The Econ building was the old business building. It was mostly empty this time of day. The traditional students had finished their classes and it was too early for most of the students who took night classes. The bathrooms here were old and the walls were thick. There was little chance of interruption. When I entered the room, I didn't think anything was amiss. It looked empty. I leaned back against the sinks to wait. It was 4:25.
In just a few minutes, another guy came into the room. He was of average height and build, with dark blond hair and a scruff of a beard. He walked over to the urinal and pissed. Then he stood there for a moment before turning around with his dick hanging out. He was thinking Is that him? I need to just act like I need to use the urinal. Won't he be surprised that there are three of us? Stupid faggot.
"Are you jockbitchboy?" he asked. I hadn't put my face on my profile.
"Yes sir," I responded nervously. This guy seemed like he was a straight guy looking for a blowjob on the downlow. Were there others coming? He must be gay or gay curious if he had a Grindr profile.
The other guy seemed nervous too. He kept glancing at his watch. I decided to go ahead and take charge. I walked towards him and dropped to my knees, holding my phone out in front of me. "I need to suck your cock, sir," I said, "and I need you to take a picture of me with your dick in my mouth and another with your cum on my tongue."
The guy took my phone and looked at it. He kept thinking act casual. Then he thought Bob and Lew will be here soon. When they get here, we'll fuck this faggot up!
That's when the door opened. The guy with his dick out threw the phone into my face. I'd been warned by his last thoughts, so I was able to dodge aside. Two other guys, one tall and skinny and the other shorter and fat came into the room. I went to get up off the floor, but the skinny guy kicked me in the back and sent me falling forward onto the floor.
"Fucking faggot," the fat one said, just as his boot impacted the side of my leg.
The blond guy put his dick back into his pants and ran to the door and locked it. This scenario was eerily familiar to me. This time I wasn't the aggressor; I was the victim. I wanted to fight back, but the compulsion in my brain wouldn't allow it. The three men continued to kick me and call me names. I rolled into a ball to try and protect myself from serious harm. I had to protect my head, and they didn't seem to care where their blows landed, other than the blond guy who was trying land a blow on his nuts.
I couldn't make sense of their thoughts. It was like they had descended into mindless, unthinking rage. Only Blondie had even semi-coherent thoughts. I knew his name was Andy, I knew he was thinking about a boy scout leader, his uncle. I didn't scream. I knew no one would hear me and I didn't want to give my attackers the pleasure. I was screaming in my mind. Then I whispered, "This is your fault Dom. I'm getting the shit kicked out of me and I can't even fight back."
I was sure that I could have taken them even after the kicking had begun and I'd been weakend. I'd been in a lot of fights over the years, but I was handicapped by that chain. I heard a whisper in his ear, "You have my permission to fight back. Don't let them go until I get there."
I waited for Bob the Fat Guy's boot to shoot towards my head again. I caught it and pulled the fucker down on the ground hard. Skinny Lew backed up, but Andy landed a solid blow on my nuts as I stumbled to my feet. It hurt like hell, but this wasn't time to give in to pain. There was too much riding on it.
Domenic
From all the way across campus, I heard Kyle's whisper. Someone was violating my property without my permission. The windows in the dorm didn't open, so I ran toward the emergency stairwell. It ran down the outside of the building. On the ledge, I changed shape. In the form of a falcon, I flew to the Econ building. I changed back into my human guise and went into the building. I could trace my slave by the items he wore. He could feel him in the basement.
The bathroom door was locked, but I could hear someone scrambling to unlock it. I waited. A tall skinny guy tried to shove past me. I caught his wrist and casually broke it. Then I dragged the guy back into the bathroom by that same wrist. I could see a battered Kyle facing off against a somewhat attractive blond boy and a fat man in combat boots. He was holding his own, but he looked badly wounded. The skinny guy was kicking at my feet and whining about his wrist.
"That's my property you're damaging," I said. "Kyle, let them be. If they can get by me, I'll give them an hour head start before I come for them."
Kyle
The situation was ridiculous on its face. Dom was no more than five and a half feet tall and there were three of them. But there was a reason that Drew had warned the pack to steer clear of him. There was an aura of menace so palpable that even I was affected, and I wasn't the target.
The fat guy came running at Dom. He was twice the smaller guy's weight, but it didn't matter. Dom easily sidestepped his attempt at a punch and grabbed his greasy hair. Using the guy's own momentum, he slammed him into the sink.
The skinny guy tried to crawl past him while he was occupied with his fat friend, but Dom grabbed his shoulder with his hand, driving his nails into the muscle. Then he dragged him back to the others.
"Please don't surrender," Dom said. "I'm enjoying this exercise even if none you are capable of putting up much of a fight."
They threw up their hands and stopped trying to get around him. "What are you going to do?" Andy said, "report us? This guy propositioned me in the bathroom, and I defended myself. The police won't do anything about it."
I started to object, to explain what had really happened, but Dom cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Sadly, I can't kill you here at school," he said. "I'll have to do that later when you're at home on break. You'd better hope that your parents don't try to come to your rescue. That would be unfortunate for them. If you can make recompense now, however, I won't have to kill you at all."
No one in the room doubted that he was serious, except for Lew. He seemed to be stronger willed, or perhaps more foolish. "Come on guys," he said. "He's not going to kill us. He doesn't even know where we live."
Dom said, "I offer no proof at this time. You'll have to use your own best judgement."
"What do you want?" Andy said.
"First I want the one who led your little hunt," Dom replied.
"That's me," the Andy said. His thoughts let me know that he was proud of it too.
Dom said, "My property is damaged. Do you take responsibility for the damage?"
The blond guy smiled and said, "I do. I'd do it again."
Dom sounded like he was making a recitation. "Will you agree to assume the damages"
The blond guy said, "Yeah, sure, whatever." When Domenic continued to stare at him he added sarcastically, "I agree to assume the damages."
Dom smiled a predatory smile and said, "It is done. The debt to me for the damage to my slave has been repaid."
I felt better immediately. All the pain in my muscles, my head and my nuts went away. Andy however doubled over in pain as bruises blossomed across his body. The other two stared in fear.
Dom said, "This is a good start. Now there is the repayment to me. Damages were twofold. First you have damaged my property. Second you have damaged my sodality, my fellowship. Earlier, in a moment of compassion, I claimed all the LGBT scholars in my dorm as part of my sodality which gives me an obligation toward them. I must collect recompense for myself and for my community."
"What do you want," screamed Bob. He'd been skeptical until he'd seen the wounds transfer from me to Andy. Now he was a believer, and his fear ran deep. He thought that Dom was the devil.
"I will meet with each of you individually to make a deal," Dom said. "Until payment is made, you will remain in my debt. Being in my debt means that I can always find you. If I decide to trade your debt to another, then they will always be able to find you. You should think of something valuable that you can trade before I trade your debt away to someone less pleasant than me."
Lew said, "I've got $2000 in the bank. I'll give it to you."
Dom laughed in their faces. "I have no need for your money or your possessions. I want something valuable, like your sense of humor, your mother's love, or the memory of something valued but lost. You decide what you're offering, and I may agree to take it."
They were nodding, not quite understanding, but one day they would. "The last thing," said Dom, "is that I am bound to protect the hidden world with all my might. I cannot let you live unless you agree to this geas. The first time you attempt to communicate with anyone any details of this incident from the moment I came here to the moment you walk through the door will be the last time you communicate with anyone."
They all agreed and left the room. Only Bob would attempt to get around this geas by writing a note to leave where someone could find it. The geas took effect the second he put pen to paper. For the remainder of his life, he was trapped inside his own head, unable to understand human speech, writing or body language.
I said, "Thank you Dom. They would have put me in the hospital."
Dom replied, "Your thanks aren't really necessary. You're my property and I protect what is mine. But I should make it clear. If someone physically attacks you, you may fight back. Do not kill them. You're no good to me in jail or the hospital. I will take care of them later."
"Thank you sir," I said. I was confident enough in my ability to defend myself if the chain weren't restraining my actions.
Then Dom said, "The time limit is up, and you have not fulfilled the appointed task."
I was getting angry. I'd just been beaten severely, and it had been Dom's fault. Now my master was mad because I hadn't been able to complete the task that had gotten me in trouble in the first place. I picked up my phone. The screen was cracked, but it seemed to be working. I wondered how I would be punished for this failure, then I reconsidered. Dom was so precise and legalistic in his language. Maybe I could still fix this.
Looking up at Dom I said, "Master, can I ask you a favor?"
Dom gave that smile he gave when he was about to make a deal. He said, "You may ask, slave."
"Since I was attempting to complete the task you gave me when I was delayed by those three assholes," I said, "can you give me an extension on the task so I can complete it?"
Dom replied, "I will give you an extension. In return you will receive one strike with my cane on your body for every 15 minutes you miss the new deadline, which starts now."
"Yes master," I said. Then I looked up at Domenic and held out my phone. "Master, would you please allow me to suck your dick and would you take two pictures of me, one with your dick in my mouth and the other with your cum on my tongue."
I thought that Domenic didn't look unhappy at being tricked. He seemed pleased. Then he took the phone. "Yes slave, I will."
I reached up and pulled down Domenic's pants. It didn't bother me anymore that master's cock seemed to have a will of its own. It was moving of its own accord, like a snake. I reached up and took hold of it and moved it to my mouth. I cupped the head between my lips and began to stroke it with my tongue. It was writhing around like it wanted something.
I remembered my first night with Domenic. "You can't hurt me by biting on my cock," Domenic had said, smiling his predatory smile. "I may even like it."
I let my teeth come down gently on master's cock. Looking into his eyes I saw not anger, but a look of pleasure. I bit down a little harder, and he began to stroke my hair. I guided the sinuous dick deeper into my mouth, letting it tickle my tonsils. Then I pulled back, scraping it with my teeth. Master was getting so hard that his cock wasn't writhing anymore. It was like a human cock now, although much too long for its girth. I continued gently chewing and scraping with my teeth, then switching to massaging it with my tongue. I alternated back and forth.
Master grabbed my ears and began to pull my face back and forth along the shaft. He bent down and whispered, "Harder." I hesitated, then began to chew harder on his cock. He began to growl low in his chest like a cat, then he came with explosive force. His load was huge, and I noticed that the taste was different from all the human cum I'd swallowed in the last couple of days. It had a faint taste of walnuts.
The look on Domenic's face was one of complete satisfaction. I had never seen any expression on his face other than a detached indifference, like he was bored. This was a radical change. He looked happy.
"You've done a good job, slave," he said. "And you cleverly came in under your new deadline."
I looked at Dom's cock. It was only slightly red and showed no signs of having been chewed. I wondered how tough Domenic really was and was there any way to cause him serious injury. Not that I was planning on trying. For the first time since I met him, I sort of liked Domenic.
Once we were outside the Econ building, Domenic said, "Our relationship has changed, but I want you to remember that I'm still your master. Kneel."
I knelt and Domenic climbed onto his shoulders. "I'm going to ride here while you jog back to the room," he said.
I stood up with my roommate on my shoulders. "Won't this look funny if others see us?" I asked.
"If it bothers you, no one will see me," Domenic said. "I'm feeling generous. Personally, I don't care if someone sees you carrying me. If they ask, I'll tell them that you're my jock bitch and I often ride you at night."
I said, "Fine master, I won't care if you don't."
I started running. Domenic didn't weigh much. We did get a few looks as we crossed campus, but no one said anything. I knelt near the front door to let Domenic climb down and we went into the building laughing. I felt better than I had in a long time.
"I should get a bit and a bridle for you to wear when I'm riding you," he said. "I suppose a butt plug with a long horse's tail would be too much for campus security. More's the pity."
I could never tell if Domenic was joking or not. The question that was preying on my mind was why was my cock hard thinking about wearing a bridle and horse tail butt plug with Domenic riding on my shoulders?
I still had a lot of things to sort out. I had enjoyed sucking today's two cocks, and I realized that I wanted to do it again. I'd been more excited this morning when Terrence was fucking me than I'd ever been when fucking a woman. Maybe I was bi, and maybe I was gay. It scared me a little to think about it. What would my parents say? What would my brothers say? Well, I knew what they'd say and it wouldn't be pretty.
When we got to the room I stripped off my clothes. I noticed that all the dirty clothes from the hamper had been cleaned and were put away in my drawers. All the loose threads were gone and there a small hole in one pair of shorts had been mended. I figured Domenic wouldn't have done it, so someone else must have.
I was feeling brave, so I said, "Master, can I ask you some questions?"
Domenic gestured towards the chair with the dildo. "Have a seat," he said. "Then I will answer your questions, at least until you bore me."
I lubed the dildo and then slid down on it until my cheeks were resting on the seat. It hurt, but not too bad. I'd been fucked a lot in the last two days and two of those cocks had been much larger than the average.
"What do you mean when you say that I'm your property, sir," I asked. This question had been weighing heavily on my mind.
Domenic replied, "It means exactly what it says. You transgressed against my sodality, the LGBT students of this floor, and I chose to enslave you as punishment."
"But slavery is illegal, master," I said. "You can't own people."
Domenic laughed. "I'm not concerned with mundane law," he said. "Mages follow it because they're human and they are forced to live in the mundane world. The same with shapeshifters. I'm an elf; humans can't even see me if I don't want them to. I live in the mundane world by choice. When you harmed my sodality, I filed a claim with the requisite authorities, naming you my legitimate target. After that you became fair game. Even the mage-custodes can't interfere."
I couldn't argue with any of that. I had no idea that there was a magical law. Until I met Domenic, I had no idea that magic even existed.
"How long do I have to serve as your slave, sir," I asked. This was the question that was uppermost in my mind.
"Slavery is forever," Domenic replied. "I may free you after you die, but I'll probably sell you when I get bored or get an interesting offer."
I was in shock. There were people worse than me all over the world, doing worse things than I had done. I wondered why I had been singled out for such a harsh punishment. Then I realized that it had to be because the two boy's I'd attacked just happened to be under Domenic's protection. It didn't seem fair.
"And there's nothing I can do to get out of this debt, sir?" I asked.
"Not really," Domenic replied. "As a slave, you already owe me service. If your service is willing and I enjoy it, your servitude can be light. If not, it can be very hard indeed. It is possible that I will allow you to have a more normal life at some point, but you will still be my slave and will owe me service until I sell you or free you. And you should know that I am unlikely to ever free you while alive. Among my people, that would be a sign of weakness and I would lose status."
"Oh, I see sir," I said, sounding dejected and hopeless.
I had no doubt about the truth of Domenic's words. He was too precise, and he had never lied that I knew of. I was going to be a slave for life whether I wanted it or not. And if I was a slave for life, and if the quality of my service could affect the conditions of my servitude, I would have to strive to be the best slave I could be. Maybe I could earn that more normal life. Maybe I could still find a way out of it.
I was sitting on that dildo. It was pressing against my prostate, and I was leaking. It was interfering with my thought processes, but it brought my focus onto a question that had been bothering me from the beginning.
"Why are you making me do so many sexual things with other people, sir?" I asked. "You don't even use me that often."
"Until today," Domenic replied, "you didn't excite me enough. Now that you are learning to give each man what he wants, I may make more use of you. As to your question, there are several possible answers. First, your crimes against both Simon and Kieran were sexual in nature, so I thought it was fitting. Second, I am getting you trained in marketable skills against the day that I decide to sell you. Fit jock whores command a good price among the trolls. Third, I don't like it when you are one thing on the inside and another thing on the outside. I can tell that you hold within you the potential to be a skilled sex object, but that you have been avoiding that path for many years. I will make sure that you reach your potential. I am using other people to provide you with that training because it amuses me to do so. In your mind, you are already accepting my dominance over you. When I lend you to others, you still resist."
"Sir, what are your plans for me, for changing me that is," I asked.
Domenic didn't hesitate. "I want you to look like what you should be. You will lose the excess fat. You will be toned and muscular. You will not hide the new body you are building behind unflattering clothing or hair. And you will stop pretending that you don't like cocks in your mouth and in your ass. You will learn to appreciate cocks in all their sizes and shapes, and you will learn to service them. I want you to truly become a jock bitch whore."
"What about my schooling and my education, sir?" I asked. "Is that all going to go to waste?"
"Not at all," Domenic replied. "If you earn a normal life, you can be a corporate executive while still being a jock bitch whore. I can lease you out to run one of the mundane corporations with ties to the magical world. There are other choices. But the choices are mine, not yours. I'm the master and you are my property, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Yes sir," I said. This was going to take some time to process.
Domenic pointed to the epilator device and said, "Take that device and remove the stubble you left when trimmed this morning. Then you will remove your pubes."
I picked up the device and read the instructions. It seemed easy enough, unit I put it on my chest, and it started to pull the hairs out.
"Fuck!" I shouted. "That hurts like hell sir! Isn't there another way?"
Domenic looked like he was going to say no, but then he thought about it.
"I wanted my slave to be able to think and to make decisions so long he remained obedient. You have until Friday to have the hair removed," Domenic said. "If you cannot find another way, you will use the epilator. Beginning on Saturday, you will punished for every hair I find. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master, I do," I said. Then I opened my computer and began to search for places that would wax my body. There were two waxing places in town. One of them said they did men. I made an appointment for Thursday after school.
"Master," Kyle said, "I can have all my hair removed on Thursday, but I will need to be off campus until 6:00 PM."
Domenic said, "You will miss your curfew and you'll get a lash with the cane for every 15 minutes after 5:00 PM you are not here. Make up your own mind."
"Yes master," I replied. I hated the way that cane cut into my flesh. It was the most painful thing I'd ever felt, but I hated the idea of that epilator near my sack even more. The very idea made me shudder.
Domenic left me alone to finish my homework and do some research. I read up on anal hygiene for bottoms and on deep throat techniques. I just wished that master would let me fuck someone. I could really get into fucking a tight ass. That Christopher guy seemed a likely choice. Matt treated him like a bitch, even though he was bigger and stronger. He was built like a jock, about my size. My mind shot to Kieran's ass in those shorts he wore. I had to force myself not to think about that boy at all. It was too dangerous. Messing with him had already gotten me in trouble. What about that Mexican twink at the end of the hallway? I shook my head. Until Domenic decided I could fuck, I was limited to fantasies anyway.
After schoolwork and research, I was allowed to get ready for bed. Domenic had brought me a salad for dinner. With all the exercise and dieting, I should be able to see some weight loss soon. Before showering I cleaned my butt plug and dildo with my mouth. I did not like the look or the taste of it, so I was glad to pull out the enema bag and use it in the shower.
I went back into the room so I could get ready for bed. I had to reattach the dildo to my chair anyway. Domenic looked over at me and said, "You're adjusting faster than I thought you would, so it's time for you to advance to a new level. On the desk, you will find two larger plugs. The one with the tail is for you to wear in the room. The other is to wear when I let you out. There is also a larger dildo for you to put on the chair."
He went back to reading and left me to do it on my own. One of the plugs was about the same size I'd been wearing all day, but had a silky tail like a horse, but it was only a foot long. The other was a large blunt lozenge shape that flared to three inches at the bottom before narrowing to a half inch. It was six inches long. The dildo was eight inches long and shaped like a realistic penis. My shoulders fell a little. I knew that it would take some work to get that larger plug up my ass. I'd have to make sure I took the time tomorrow morning. The horse-tail plug was easier. I was going to have to sleep on my stomach from now on.
When I lay down to go to sleep, Domenic turned off the light and sat by the window with his book. I had no idea how he was able to read in the dim light. I assumed that it was an elf-thing. I had a lot on my mind as I lay there. The plug was rubbing my prostate every time I moved, and my cock was leaking. I worried about my life going forward. Domenic wouldn't be happy until I was a total whore for cock. He claimed it was because that's what I already was on the inside, or at least that I had the potential to become one.
I didn't believe that was true. I'd been with a lot of girls in high school. I hadn't been big on foreplay, I liked to get right to business. I had to get inside them while I was hard because sometimes I would get soft if I waited too long. I was almost never without an erection now. I didn't like to kiss or fondle breasts, although I'd dated a cheerleader whose arms and back were pretty muscular. I'd like that. I'd always closed my eyes when I was fucking so I could concentrate on my dick, but today I had wished that Terrence would take me on my back because I wanted to see his face while he was fucking me.
Maybe I wasn't really bisexual at all. Maybe I was gay and that's why I'd had trouble fucking girls. And I'd sometimes slapped them around when I'd lost my erection. Maybe I didn't go soft because they sucked at sex after all. Maybe it was because I wasn't really interested in their bodies. And I'd taken it out on them. When I saw gay boys, or boys I'd assumed were gay, or maybe just boys who got me hard, I'd beat on them until my erection went away, usually by me shooting a load in my pants. And I'd never suffered any consequences. My dad's lawyers had always taken care of that. I realized that I deserved everything Domenic was doing to me. If I'd been charged with all those violent assaults, I'd probably be in prison anyway. Wasn't slavery to Domenic better than that?
And what had I done with my life? I wasn't dumb. I'd gotten Cs without trying; I could have done better. It was the same in football. I could have been one of the best, but I'd relied on my natural athletic talent and muscular build to get by. I had been wasting my life. Now I was concentrating on my classes, I was working out regularly and I was coming to accept my sexuality. Slavery may have been what I needed, but I couldn't accept that it would be forever. There had to be a way.
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 Mason. 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
· Benjamin "Benjy" Gold. A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.
· 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.
· Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He spends most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They are in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves.
· 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.
· Vicky Garcia. A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems.
· Zeno Spencer. A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn.