The Pack Chapter 3
Introduction
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Author's Notes
· While the story is apparently non-consensual, be aware that Kyle believes that he deserves to be punished for his action. You may also note that Drew is sometimes compelled to follow tradition even when he disagrees with it.
· I made a mistake in setting the background calendar for this cycle. I have the classes starting on Labor Day. It's too late to change it now, so we'll have to just live with the mistake.
· Other Stories Not in College Magic
The Pack 3 (Spirit of the Alpha Wolf)
Wednesday of the First Week of School
Drew
My alarm went off at 7:00 AM as usual. I stretched and felt a warm body pressed against me. It was Dawn. Her roommate had decided to spend the night at the Wolf House in town, so I'd spent the night in her room. I'd needed that. I'd needed to get Simon off my mind because my feelings for him were confused. We'd done more than fuck the other night. I felt my cock stiffen as I thought of it. He'd been the first I'd let fuck me since Zeno. I didn't do that for pleasure, not that it hadn't been good, but taking a cock inside me wasn't something I lay in bed thinking about. Giving a blowjob or handjob, I enjoyed those acts a lot more than getting fucked. I wouldn't have done it at all if I hadn't been feeling something for Simon.
Dawn's arm moved down and grasped my cock. It sprang fully to life under her expert touch. "Are you thinking of me or Simon?" she asked with a smile on her face. I could tell that she wasn't upset, just curious.
I stroked her hair with my hand and gave her my best sexy voice. "You, of course. My cock thinks of lots of people, but my heart just thinks of you."
She let go of my cock and slapped my chest gently. "You're sweet, but you're a liar," she said. "I saw that video. There was more than sex going on between the two of you last night. I know it, and you know it. Do you want me to replay the video and show you the exact moment you realized it? I could see it on your face."
She climbed up higher to kiss me. Her lips were soft and warm, like Simon's. "Do you love him?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, deciding to be completely truthful. "But I'm in love with you. I can give him up for the good of our relationship and the good of the pack."
"Don't be a dumb ass!" she said, slapping me harder this time. "You've been doing this since last Friday. I like you; I even love you sometimes, but we're not in a long-term relationship. We never have been. You're not in love with me; you just think you should be. And, Drew, I'm not in love with you either.
"I shared your heart with Zeno for two years. You were with him before you met me, and you were still with him when we started fucking. And you must share my heart as well. I've always been careful not to give it to another man, and I hoped that you would have the sense not to share yours with another woman. The pack sees us a team, and our relationship is part of that. That was necessary at the beginning when we were seen as too young to lead.
"But the leaders don't have to be a couple. You'll be gone to law school next year. Whoever leads the pack next year, probably Darren or Zeno if he makes it back, is not going to be my boyfriend. The pack thinks we're a team. If we split up it would cause division, but you're not going to piss me off by going a little loopy for a skinny freshman with a surprisingly big dick for his size. You will piss me off if you insist on acting like we're more than what we are."
She kissed me again, then said, "Sorry to lecture you and then throw you out, but Lisa will be back soon and she's going to need privacy to get ready."
I got up and started gathering my clothes. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Dawn," I said with sincerity. "You're way more pragmatic than me. I couldn't lead this pack without you."
She slapped my ass and said, "Don't forget that fact, Janowski."
Darren
Waking up with a small twink boy snuggled in your arms is the best feeling in the world. Benjy was even cuter when he was sleeping. Last night we'd snuggled together on the bed and talked. Of course, we spent a lot of time kissing, but I didn't want to move too fast. I knew that Benjy was ready for it mentally, and I was coming to terms with the fact that he wasn't really a kid, even though he acted like one, but Simon had already given him one orgasm last night and I wanted him to enjoy the softer side of romance. His experience was based entirely on internet porn, and I wanted him to be a little more well-rounded than that. I brushed his dark curly hair out of his eyes, then traced the outline of his lips until he woke up. He looked up at me with big brown eyes and smiled.
"Good morning, daddy," he said. Then he grabbed my hand and stuck my finger in his mouth. I pulled him up onto my chest so I could kiss his lips. His hard little penis was poking me in the abdomen, as I rubbed his butt through his tight briefs. I checked the clock; we had time. I rubbed his little hole through his briefs, and he started moaning and wiggling his hips.
"Fuck me, daddy," he begged. "I want to feel you inside me."
I smacked his butt hard enough to get his attention. "I'll decide when it's time to fuck you, baby," I said with my wolf growl in my throat. "And baby will just have to wait. This morning you're going to suck my cock. Would you like that?"
He looked at me with his big eyes and nodded. "Yes sir, I would love to suck your cock. I've never done it before, so I probably won't be any good at it, but I've read all about it and I want to try ...."
I put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye until he stopped talking. "Let's get your briefs off boy, so you can show me your little hole," I encouraged him. We both stood up. I'm only five foot ten, but Benjy was a half foot shorter than me, and weighed about half what I did. He pulled his briefs off and was on his knees before I could drop my boxers, his hands at the waistband to do it for me. I stood there and let him do it.
I know that my cock isn't oversized like Drew, but it's on the higher end of average, about six inches long and thicker than average. Benjy on the other hand had a perfect little cock for a submissive boy, thin, hairless, and maybe four inches if you were being generous with the measurements. When my boxers hit the floor, he lunged for my cock, but I picked him up and carried him to my bed. He wrapped his legs around me and started kissing my neck.
I pulled him down on top of me and said, "I want you to turn around and suck my cock, little guy."
"Yes Daddy," he said and flipped around so he could kiss my cock. "I like your cock Daddy. It's big and it smells like a man's cock."
I decided to take that as a compliment, and not as a sign that he thought my cock stank. I pulled him up, so he was straddling my chest. His little hole was winking at me. I reached out a tongue to taste him. It was a sweet, clean taste with almost no hint of a masculine musk.
"I love your tasty hole, little guy," I said. He squirmed a little when I began tonguing him for real. He didn't cry out because he was choking on my cock, trying to fit the entire thing in his mouth. I swatted him on butt and said, "Don't hurt yourself, baby. You'll have to work your way up to the whole thing. Just take the head in your mouth for now."
His mouth felt good on my cock, but I was more interested in his little hole right now. I grasped his scrotum and gently pulled his bottom down onto my mouth, so I could have better access. I could feel that he was frightened, not of me I thought, but of pain in his boy hole. He must have hurt himself badly when he'd tried to use a toy on himself. I swabbed his hole with my tongue until he began to relax. Unfortunately for me, I was getting close to cumming. I plunged my tongue in as far as I could reach and moved my other hand from his balls to the shaft of his little penis. I could fit the entire shaft in my hand with room to spare. I squeezed it firmly, released, then squeezed again. My thumb was rubbing the head of his penis. It was dripping precum, so I slid easily across it. Benjy's legs were shaking, and I could feel his legs quivering. Then he exploded into my hand.
When he stopped shaking and spurting, I kissed his smooth butt cheeks and said, "I'm going to cum now, little guy. Get ready. Here ... it ... cums!"
My cock exploded in in his mouth, and I could feel him sucking my seed down his throat. He kept sucking even as I began to soften in his mouth.
"Come on baby," I said. "Come up here so I can kiss you."
Benjy scrambled around until he was lying on my chest again, looking expectantly into my eyes. I pulled his face to mine with my clean hand and kissed him. I could taste my cum in his mouth, but that never bothered me much. His mouth was small, but oh so warm and inviting. Benjy's hands caressed my hairy face while we made out, then his hands moved down my shoulders and arms, finally ending at my hands. When he discovered his cum in my hand, he scrambled around to lick it up.
"My little guy really likes cum doesn't he?" I chuckled, rubbing his butt.
He looked over at me and said, "I like yours better, sir, but I always eat my own because I do like the taste, and I never had a chance to taste anyone else's because everyone was afraid of my mother even though she's not an alpha; she's just a really good fighter and she didn't want anyone taking advantage of me."
When I put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a tight hug, he settled down. "I'm sorry, Daddy," he said. "I don't mean to let my thoughts wander, but they do sometimes, and it really helps when someone holds me tight like you're already doing."
"Let's get up and get dressed," I said. "We need to get you some medication. Do you know what you were taking before your mom took you off them?"
"Ritalin 10 mg three times a day, 30-45 minutes before meals," he said, like he'd memorized it. "But Mom said that it made me lose weight and she was worried because I only weigh 115 pounds."
Damn! I thought. I was more than twice as heavy as him.
I shushed him and said, "If Daddy says you take the pills, you take the pills. Understand?"
He nodded his head yes, but kept his mouth closed.
"You lost weight because you stopped eating and because the pills are a stimulant," I said. "You've got your daddy now to make sure you eat, and you're going to eat whenever I want you to, and you'll clean you plate."
"Yes Daddy," he said and snuggled onto my chest.
I took out my phone and called Xav.
"Good morning Darren. I don't usually get calls from you this early in the morning."
"I've got a boy who needs Ritalin, and his mom canceled his prescription. Can anyone find some for me, 10 mg tablets, about 90 of them?"
"I can teach his wolf spirit to help moderate him and he may not need them."
"Yeah, that's a good plan, but we need his meds until we can do that. Can anyone help?"
"I'll get them to you before the end of the day. I'll leave them in Drew's room, but we need to get him into training as soon as possible."
"It's Benjy so your usual methods might not work."
"It'll take longer then, but we can make it work."
"Thanks, Xav. You're the best."
"Just don't forget it. I'll get you a prescription too. We'll have to backdate a visit with the doctor."
"Thanks again, Xav. You need something just ask."
Benjy heard only my part of the conversation. He was a dramatic little guy, so he didn't just seem impressed, he seemed overwhelmed with how fast I managed to fix the problem. I patted his butt and told him to get ready for class. We shared schedules and I told him that I was going to keep an eye on him throughout the day and that he needed to check his phone. I set up an app so I could track him.
"Daddy will be keeping you on a tight leash from now on little guy," I said. "You don't have sex with anyone without my permission."
"Yes sir!" he said, as he was getting out of bed. Then he threw his clothes from last night on and ran to get his bag for school. I dressed quickly and joined him for breakfast. He complained when I made him eat an entire breakfast burrito, but he did it.
Simon
I woke up when Drew came into the room. He was trying to be quiet, but I have sensitive hearing. He looked a little disheveled and he had a bad case of bedhead. I rolled over onto my back and watched him strip off his clothes and put them in the hamper. He had obvious claw marks on his back and on his butt. When he realized I was awake, he grinned sheepishly at me, grabbed his toilet bag, and went into the bathroom. I thought about ambushing him in the shower but wasn't sure our relationship was at that point yet. Instead, I stretched out and stroked my morning wood.
My thoughts were a jumble. Should I have kept Benjy? He was one of the cutest guys I'd ever seen, but he was too much for me to deal with as young as I was. He needed someone older and more confident to take him in hand. Besides, he really wanted Darren. I just hoped it worked out between them. I'd know all about it soon since Benjy was my study partner for Spanish.
What about Drew and me? I really liked him, and I thought that he had feelings for me that ran deeper than friends with benefits. His muscular ass was like a wet dream I'd had repeatedly in high school. His cock was nice too, although I was fearful of having that club inside me. He was only about an inch bigger than me, but my body was a lot smaller than his was. And we didn't really have a future together. Not only was he going to Law School at another college next year, he and I both preferred fucking to getting fucked.
Then I thought about that blond kid in the library, the one who'd set me up. I needed to find him, not only to find out why he's set me up, but also to finish what we'd started. I knew nothing about him except that he was a handsome guy and that my cock liked him. If he'd known what those men were going to do to me, then I was going to track him down and take him hard. He'd be crying and begging me to go easy, but I .... What the fuck, I thought. Why would I do that? That thought was not mine. It came from within. I could feel my wolf spirit stirring. It was aroused.
I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my mind, but it didn't really work. My thoughts drifted to Kyle Mason, my ex-roommate, the guy who'd been sneaking as many peeks at me as I'd been sneaking of him. He was about as tall as Drew, with darker hair and a little more roundness to his body. But he had a solid muscular frame underneath the soft layer of fat. He wasn't chunky, except a little around his belly. His cock was smaller than mine, but his ass was glorious. Rounder than Drew's and almost as firm. When I saw him yesterday with his visible body hair trimmed, I imagined his ass with all the hair removed, showing all its firm muscle. And he looked good with his beard trimmed and that silver chain around his neck. I wanted to fuck him, but I didn't want him to enjoy it. I wanted to pound him until he broke down and cried, while I used that chain to choke him. Dammit! That's coming from the spirit inside me as well. I did want to fuck him, but I wanted him to enjoy it, to cum, to have to admit to himself that he'd been living a lie, that he was just a jock bitch boy who needed a big cock inside him.
I opened my eyes when I felt Drew's hand join my own on my erection. He was smiling at me as his hand displaced my own and started to stroke me. I leaned back and moaned. I was so close that it didn't take long for my nuts to drawn up close to my body, my shaft to contract and then explode, spewing cum all over my abdomen and chest. One spurt landed on my chin.
"Good morning, Simon," Drew said as he pumped the last of my load out. He wiped his hand on my side and said, "Sorry I didn't ask if you wanted me to do that, but I couldn't help myself."
"That was great!" I replied. "That's what I needed to get my blood pumping enough to get up this morning. Do you want me to do you?"
He shook his head sadly. "Dawn was teasing me this morning before I had to go, so I was horny and I had to pump one out in the shower. I should have invited you in with me."
"I almost came in without an invitation," I said, "but I didn't want to make it weird if you didn't want me in there."
"Dude, consider yourself invited any time," he said. "Unless Dawn's in there with me ... maybe .... I can't figure her out; she may think that having you in there with us would be cool."
He got serious then and said, "Tonight the pack is going to pay Kyle back for what he did to you."
"You mean to Kieran, right?" I asked. I knew that the pack was still smarting from letting Kyle get to Kieran when they were supposed to be watching out for him.
"I mean both of you," he said. "You're one of us now. Any insult to one of us is an insult to all of us. And don't forget that he raped you too."
"No, he didn't," I said. "He didn't get anywhere near with that dick of his."
Drew said down next to me and put a hand on my chest. "He used your body for his sexual gratification, without your consent," he said. "Dawn has made her feelings known forcefully on this point. After some argument, I agree with her. Whatever the law says, he used you to get an orgasm without your permission. Pack justice calls for an eye for an eye. You know that I can't go against pack tradition, not when it's something they really care about. The pack will get its justice or else."
"They're going to rape him?" I asked, a little uneasy at the thought.
"If he loses the fight to our champion, then yes," he said. "The pack will beat him worse than he beat you, and then those in the pack who want will take him in front of the others."
"Who will the champion be?" I asked. Drew's face showed his displeasure at the idea.
"I hope it's not me, but we'll randomly pick one of the alphas," he said. "And some of the betas who really want a piece of him. Only the guys, though, because the champion must start the ... the second part. Unless the girls want to get creative, I guess."
"I don't want to do it," I said. My wolf spirit was howling and ready to go, but I was feeling a little sick. I could tell that Drew didn't want to be the champion either.
"You don't have to," he said. "You haven't experienced a full moon yet, so you're exempt. Xav is exempt because he's our spirit talker and his person is sacred. And I feel like a coward because it's more common for the pack leader to act as champion. Xav says I can allow another because there are so many who want to do it so a lottery would make me look generous instead of weak."
"It'll be okay," I said. "The odds are that it will be someone who wants the job."
It wasn't just that I didn't want to participate. I didn't really want to see Kyle get punished more than he was. Every time I saw him, he seemed to have a haunted look in his eyes. Whatever Domenic was doing to him had to be enough. I wanted to press Drew on this issue but remembered that I was supposed to talk to Darren first. And Drew seemed uneasy about the whole issue.
My classes went quickly today. My last class was Spanish, and I noticed that Benjy was more focused. He was still excited to save me a seat at the front of the room, but he wasn't wiggling in his chair so much. He seemed happy as he finished his text and put his phone away.
"That was Darren," he said with a smile. "He says not to call him Daddy unless we're alone because people will think I'm weird. I told him that I am weird and that everyone already knows it, but he growled at me and told me to what I'm told."
He leaned over and whispered, "His growl makes me hard." I could see he was shivering a little at the memory.
"I'm glad that you found him," I said. "It seems that he's good for you."
"He is!" Benjy beamed. "He called this morning and got me some medicine, so I can focus better now. I'm still wiggly, but I don't think it's as bad as it was. Daddy complained about it, but I think he liked it because I was sitting on his lap." Then he sighed and pulled out his phone again. "I've got to text Dad ... Darren and tell him that I broke rule 4 about calling him Daddy when I'm not alone with him," he said. "He'll probably spank me tonight. I hope so."
The guy behind us was chuckling at Benjy because he'd been whispering but doing it loud enough that others could hear him anyway. Even with his meds, he had no volume control and no filter. He annoyed the hell out of me, but I couldn't help but like him. When the teacher came into the room, she looked at Benjy playing with his phone and gave him a look.
I caught her eye and nodded, then I reached over and took Benjy's phone away. "You can have this back after class, Benjy," I scolded him with a smile. "I think I'll hold onto it in class from now on, so you can pay attention."
The teacher mouthed thank you at me and then began the lesson.
After class, I decided to walk around campus for a while. I needed to calm my wolf spirit because it was rising inside me and messing with my thoughts and feelings. At one point I saw Kyle. He was talking to a guy I didn't know, with olive skin tone and dark hair. I wanted to talk to him today, before the pack got ahold of him, but I didn't want to interrupt his conversation. I was loitering, waiting for them to go their separate ways but Kyle followed the guy back towards the dorms. I didn't know why but that guy he was with bothered me. It was just a feeling. I started to text Drew, then remembered that I was supposed to talk to Darren first. I texted him and he told me that he would be available to talk after my Spanish study session with Benjy. He also told me the session would be in his room today.
Me: What if he wants to have sex instead of studying?
Darren: Tell him to wait for his daddy to come back. The boy masturbates too much. I'm training him to wait until I give him an orgasm.
Me: What if he insists? You know how he is.
Darren: You're the alpha. Tell him no. Use your alpha growl.
Me: I don't know how to do that.
Darren: Hmm. I forgot. I'll teach you later. You can spank him if he gets out of line. Tell him you're the babysitter. He'll like that.
Me: Yes sir!
It was almost time to study anyway, so I headed back to Darren's room. Benjy was already in the room lying on the bed in his underwear. He was wearing light blue briefs with firetrucks on them. He was really taking advantage of the fact he could shop in the boy's section. He was smiling at me. He always managed to look like a total innocent, but I knew better than that. The boy knew what he wanted.
"Why are you almost naked, Benjy?" I asked.
"I didn't think you'd want me to be completely naked when we were working but I think I'll concentrate better if you put your hand on my butt while we're studying," he said. He made it sound so reasonable.
I lay down on the bed beside him and pulled out my notebook. It would be easier to share a book than to have two out. It was true that I only had to rub his butt or his back to get him focused again when he got too distracted. It was also true that he kept laying his head on my shoulder while we were working. I found it hard to concentrate on Spanish because I was getting so hard.
When we'd finished the homework Benjy rolled over onto his back. His little erection was pushing hard against those childish briefs. He saw me staring at it and said, "Daddy won't let me masturbate anymore. He says I must wait for him to give me an orgasm because my penis belongs to him. That's rule 2. I also can't stick my toys or anything else in my butt because it belongs to him."
"Is that rule 3?" I asked. I couldn't stop myself from brushing his thin chest with my fingers while we talked.
"No," he said. "Rule 1 is to do whatever Daddy says and not to try to find ways around his orders because that will make Daddy mad. Rule 2 is that I can't masturbate or stick anything in my butt without Daddy's permission and that includes letting other people put their cocks or toys inside me. Rule #3 is that I must pay attention in class, do all my homework, and get good grades. Rule #4 is that I can't call him Daddy unless we're alone. Rule ..."
I cut him off. He wasn't rambling, in fact he was focused, but I had no idea how long the list was. "How many rules are there, Benjy?" I asked.
"Twenty-three so far," he said, "but Daddy says that there will probably be more because I don't generalize rules and he no choice but to cover everything when it comes up. Rule 23 is don't touch Daddy's hole because it's a man's hole not a boy's hole and Daddy's hole isn't to be touched that way."
I couldn't help but laugh at him and wonder if Darren knew Benjy was freely telling people that he didn't like his asshole touched. Benjy touched my hard cock through my shorts. I pulled his hand away and he gave me a look like I was taking his favorite toy away. I jumped up when Darren walked in.
"I'm sorry sir," I said. "I wasn't ... I mean I was just taking his hand off me," I stammered.
"Benjy?" he growled at the boy.
"I wanted to suck Simon's cock because I like him and I'm happy that he told you that I liked you and it isn't against any of the rules," Benjy said.
Darren sighed, "Benjy, I'm trying to teach you some self-control. Rule #24, you can't suck anyone's cock or given them a handjob unless I say it's okay."
I could see Benjy repeating the rule silently to himself.
Darren added, "Simon is okay because I trust him not go too far. If you want to suck his cock, you can ask him politely. If he says yes, then you can do it. But he's not going to help you break the rules, so he's not going to fuck you, he's not going to give you an orgasm and he is going to spank you if you try to give yourself an orgasm. And he's not going to tap your butt; he's going to make it hurt."
"Yes Daddy," Benjy said, then he looked at me and added, "Can I please suck your cock, Simon?"
Before I could say anything, Darren growled, "Simon is an alpha, boy." It was a deep resonate growl that made my spine shiver.
Benjy swallowed hard and said, "Can I please suck your cock, sir?
Darren was nodding at me, so I said, "Yes, you can."
Benjy pushed me back onto the bed and fumbled with my belt. Then he pulled my pants and underwear down and lunged for my cock. He was more enthusiastic than skilled, but it still felt nice. Darren stood next to the bed and slid one hand down the back of Benjy's briefs. I could tell that he was rubbing his boy's hole. Benjy was squirming and moaning. His mouth felt warm, wet, and soft, and he was cute with my big brown cock stretching his lips. It didn't take long, and I was unloading in his greedy mouth.
"Thank you sir," Benjy said, licking his lips. He was looking expectantly between Darren and me, like he wasn't sure what to do next. Darren pulled his finger out of Benjy's briefs and stuck his finger in the boy's mouth. Benjy grabbed Darren's hand with his own and started sucking on it. Darren used his free hand to remove Benjy's hands from his own. He left his finger in the boy's mouth for a minute or so before pulling it out.
"Get dressed and go to your room, little guy," Darren said. "I want you to pack up all your sex toys. When I text you, you're going to bring them over here. I also want you to bring phone and laptop over. Lew is going to install parental controls and some tracking apps so I can monitor your activity."
Then he smacked his butt and sent him scurrying out the door. He sighed and rubbed his eyes for a minute like he was fighting off a migraine.
"Are you going to be alright?" I asked.
"I'll be fine," he said, "but that boy requires a lot of attention. I can see why his mother substituted keeping him away from other people for teaching him discipline. Thank you for spotting what I didn't and bringing him over to me. He needs me and I probably need him."
We both sat down in the desk chairs, and Darren offered me a beer from his refrigerator. I shook my head no and he gave me a coke instead. I had to find a way to broach some sensitive topics.
Finally, I said, "I've got some problems and I need to talk to you about them."
"That's what I'm here for," he said, leaning back and taking a drink.
"First thing is that I'm not okay with this thing with Kyle this evening. I don't think it's right, even after what he did," I said.
Darren gave me a long stare, took another drink of beer, and said, "Maybe it is and maybe it isn't, but right has nothing to do with it. The pack's traditions are ancient and can't be set aside. Kyle harmed someone under the pack's protection. Now he faces the consequences of his actions."
"Did anyone ask Kyle if he was okay with it," I asked.
"Of course not," Darren said. "Kyle's been enslaved by Domenic, and Domenic has agreed."
"That's not the same thing at all," I said. "This is America, and we don't have slavery here."
Darren grabbed another beer, opened it, and sighed, "There is American, then there's magical America. For us, pack law is more important than mundane law. We don't practice slavery, but we can't interfere with those who do. Elves, dwarves, umbrals, trolls, vampires, and probably others that I can't think of do. We can't force them to abide by our rules. But in the end, Kyle will agree to the contest. Not just because he wants to avoid getting the shit kicked out of him daily until every member of the pack gets tired of it, but because deep down he thinks he deserves it. According to his master, he wants to be punished."
"Did you hear what you just said?" I asked. "You said that his master said he wanted it. His master could be forcing him to agree."
"Don't!" Darren growled, "Don't ever tell an elf that he's lying. They never lie and those words could be construed as a challenge and you're not ready to face him. I wouldn't be ready unless I had steel blade in my hand, and even then I might not win. If Domenic says that's what Kyle is thinking, you can treat that as the truth. At least that's what Xav says, and he knows more about the other tribes than I do."
"But do you have to fuck him once he's lost the fight?" I asked.
"I do," he said. "It's tradition. The winner mounts the loser to show dominance. Within the pack we can let the tradition slide, but the prestige of the pack is at stake. That's why I asked Drew to let me do it. He's more sensitive than I am, and I'd like to spare him. Xav said that would make Drew look weak in front of the pack and make it look like I was trying to steal his prestige."
I didn't feel better about the situation, but I wasn't going to participate. I wouldn't even go to the woods to see it, but I got them impression I had to, and I needed to support Drew. "If Kyle is already being punished, why can't the pack just accept that?" I asked, refusing to let the issue drop. "What else is there for him to learn?"
Darren gave a growling chuckle. "The lesson isn't for Kyle. It's for anyone else who thinks about crossing the pack. You don't have to like it. Drew doesn't like it. He was going to oppose the pack, but Meghan, Xav and I convinced him that it would be a bad idea. If the pack lost faith in his leadership, it would invite challengers."
"And what about, you?" I asked. "Do you think it's the right thing to do?"
"Sunday night I was ready to kill Kyle with my claws and fangs. Yesterday, when I saw how fucked up Kieran was, I was ready to hunt him down. Today? I don't know. I didn't give it much thought until I heard Drew's arguments; it was just the way the pack did things. It's the right thing to do because Drew is already pushing the pack faster they want to go. He wants is to be better than we are. It's not a bad goal, but he needs to take baby steps.
"What I will say is that I'd rather do it myself than have it fall on Drew's shoulders. That's what we do, Xav, Dawn and me. We bear as much of the burden of leadership as we can so that Drew isn't overwhelmed by it all. We just have to be careful not let the pack think we're undermining him."
"Do you think you can take Kyle in a fight," I asked with a grin. "He's a big guy."
Darren snorted, "I've taken bigger guys. Don't let this leave this room, but I doubt there's anyone in the pack I couldn't beat in a fight, Drew included. Kyle could surprise me, but I doubt it.
"But I don't think that's the only reason you wanted to talk to me."
"I'm not sure if this is a problem or not," I said, "but there may be a problem with my wolf spirit. I get queasy a lot because it seems to be fighting me. It wants to do things, pretty bad things, that I don't want to do. That's when my stomach gets upset."
"What does it want to do?" he asked calmly.
"It wants to attack people, hurt people and ... it wants to force itself on people like Kyle and hurt them while ... you know."
Darren seemed deep in thought. He was stroking his scruffy beard and breathing deeply, while his eyes stared into the middle distance. Then he said, "I'm not qualified to tell you whether you have a problem or not. We'll have to get you in to see Xav, this weekend at the latest. In the meantime, let me give you this advice. You must feed the wolf by allowing it to enjoy a few things that it wants. Try taking it for a run or going to the gym. They usually like that sort of thing. Once you've been though a full moon, you may want to transform and run in the woods, or even sleep in the woods. But if you feed its worst nature, it will become powerful enough to control you. When this happens, you can become overshadowed by the wolf and become a monster, especially on the night of the full moon. Short and sweet answer is that you must control the wolf and you mustn't allow the wolf to control you."
There was a knocking on the door. Darren sighed and said, "How much do you want to bet that my little Benjy is outside the door with his stuff. He's forgotten that I told him to wait for my text or he'd gotten bored and he's ignoring my instructions."
His words were harsh, but he was smiling, and his tone was indulgent. He opened the door and brought Benjy into the room. He was holding a box.
"I couldn't remember if I was supposed to wait for you to come get me, or if I was supposed to come over here once I packed everything, but I remembered not to put my toys in my butt and I remembered not to masturbate," he said in a proud tone, loud enough for anyone in the hallway to hear him.
I was laughing as Darren brought him into the room with a box full of dildos, butt plugs and other things I couldn't see. The boy had a lot of toys. I patted Darren on the back and whispered "Good luck" as I left the room. He gave me a weary smile and closed the doors behind me.
Drew
"I just have a few things I felt you should know since you're both the RA here and one of the leaders of the mages on campus," I said to Sebastian as I was enjoying an iced tea in his room. "Lew has agreed to move into Wolf House if he can get a refund on his housing fee. This will let us put Micah into Lew and Benjy's room and Benjy into Darren's room. And that will solve the problem of having a terrified freshman mage sharing a room with one of us."
Sebastian laughed and replied, "I should be able to get a refund authorized, but the residence office may try and put another student in here unless we can find one quickly. We'll be looking for someone who isn't a shifter and already knows about the magical world. That won't be easy, but it's my problem, not yours."
Then he got serious. "We've already had a call from the police about someone being reported missing in the area," he said. "You wouldn't know anything about anyone disappearing near here would you?"
He waited then added, "It could be related to a truck and a van that were seen in this area but aren't here now."
"Doesn't one of your guys have an uncle who owns a junkyard?" he asked. "In a nearby town, with a truck that was seen in the area recently?"
I didn't say anything, which was making him mad. "Merlin's staff, Drew!" he exclaimed. "Work with me here. I must file a report with the conclave, committee for mundane liaison. They aren't going to stop asking questions."
"You're skating on thin ice here Sebastian," I said. "The pack isn't subject to mage law, and I'm not your subordinate. I'm your partner. Pack business is pack business."
Sebastian threw his head back and heaved a deep sigh. "I already know about the fight in the woods on Monday, Drew," he said. "I'm a seer and I've been to the clearing."
I jumped out of my chair, the wolf rising inside me, urging me to pounce. "You went to the sacred rock and used your magic to scry on our rituals!" I growled. The sound echoed in the room.
Sebastian put his hands up to show he was unarmed. His wand was still in its sheath at his waist, shielded from mundane sight by the velamen arcanum. He spoke softly, "I'm not your enemy, Drew, and I would never scry on your sacred rituals," he said. "But if my report isn't satisfactory, someone will come, someone who may not be so considerate of your traditions. I went to the clearing where the fight happened, not the sacred clearing. I called up visions of the past, so I know what happened. I just don't know why."
I gently calmed my wolf spirit and said, "I'll tell you, so you can file your report. Then someone else must deal with any lose ends. It's less bloody if your people do it.
"Some hunters came to town looking for us. I have no idea how they knew we were here. They kidnapped Simon Carter and used his blood to lure us into an ambush. They had hundreds of rounds of silver bullets, professionally made. They used moly serum on Simon to see if he was one of us. He wasn't at the time – and I'll explain that later – so it didn't have any ill effects. It was kill or be killed. We're alive; they're not. The bodies will never be found. Xav had an elemental bury them so deep no one will ever find them.
"And Simon, through no fault of his own, witnessed one of our most sacred rituals. I had to turn him so I wouldn't have to kill him. Now he's one of us."
Sebastian sighed again. "That's a lot to process," he said. "Are you telling me that hunters came on campus and kidnapped a mundane student without us knowing about it?"
"Yes, and one of them may be a student here," I added. "Simon was lured into the back halls of the library, apparently by a "very cute blond boy" and that's the only description I have, except that he `smelled like rain'. We're trying to find him to question him."
"I want to talk to him when you find him," Sebastian said, "so don't kill him before we can."
"Xav can talk to his ghost if he dies first," I said, pointlessly needling him because I was annoyed at all the questions.
"Don't kill him at all," he said in exasperation. "We can't cover up too many disappearances."
He put his head down on his hands for a moment and breathed deeply, obviously trying to calm down. Then he said, "You've been forthcoming, with a little prodding, so I'm going to show you that this is a two-way street. None of what I'm going to tell you is public knowledge so don't share it indiscriminately. This college is private, not too small but not too large, and is relatively isolated being on the edge of the forest in a small town. The reason so many mages are here this year is because the Conclave is thinking of buying it and using it for higher education for mages interested in mundane fields. We'll make sure that it remains open to any group that has sworn to the Concordium, though. It will be a safe place for supernatural students of all kinds. If it weren't for all those silver bullets, I would have assumed that the pack was collateral damage, that the hunters were looking for us and just found you by mistake. But it looks like we all have enemies converging on us this year. Keep an eye out for any suspicious mundanes in the area."
"Damn!" I sighed. "It's going to be an interesting year."
Simon
I decided to grab some dinner at the Student Union before tonight's festivities. What I really wanted was Chicago style pizza, but no one served it here. There was a Subway, so I ordered a double meat roast beef and cheese. I was going to take half of it back to the room for breakfast, but I found myself eating the whole thing. I'd been hungry all day.
That's when I saw him. Smaller than average, golden hair, it was the boy from the library. He was on the far end of the food court, heading out the door. I shoved my trash in a can and then raced after him. I lost sight of him for a moment when I stepped outside, but then I saw him walking across the quad. I followed, not really closing the distance, but shadowing him. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do when I caught him. I was angry because he'd set me up, but I was excited because he was so pretty, and we'd been interrupted before we could do anything more than kiss.
I couldn't tell where he was going. He was moving in the opposite direction of the dorms, towards the greenhouse, but he wasn't taking a direct path. When he turned into a shadowy walkway between the library and the agriculture building, I decided to catch up with him. The buildings were tall and the space between them was only about twenty feet. Since the walkway went from north to south, the sun was blocked by the buildings in the morning and the afternoon, so it was already shadowy. I looked for him but didn't see him at first. Then he stepped out of the doorway to the library. He was dressed in simple great sweat shorts and a baggy blue t-shirt.
"You were following me," he said, with a look of apprehension mixed with excitement. "I'm sorry for what I did. I really do like you."
I walked up to him and took his hand. "I just want to know why you did it?" I said. "Why did you set me up? Do you even know what they did to me?" The last came out a little gravelly, like my wolf spirit was trying but failing to growl at him.
"I can't explain it right now," he replied. "I ... are you sure that's why you wanted to find me?" he asked, letting his other hand slide down my chest to rest on my erection. Chills ran up my spine and my breath caught in my throat.
"We didn't get to ...," I said.
"... finish what we started," he agreed. "No one's here this time of day. Or we could use a bathroom on the upper floors of the agricultural building."
I was kissing his neck and cupping his tight ass. It felt like he was going commando under the thin material. I turned him around so I could grind my erection against his ass. My hand found his hard cock and stroked it gently through his pants. He was so good looking, and he smelled ... different. Last time, he's smelled of clean air after a rain, but now he smelled like a normal boy, a faint hint of BO, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was arousing. I inhaled deeper. There it was the smell of the air after a storm. I wasn't sure how I'd missed it before.
"I don't even know your name," I mumbled against his neck.
"Today, I'm whoever you want me to be," he said, pushing his round butt back against me. "I just want you inside me."
That's what I'd just been thinking. I just want to get inside you. It was like we were in sync. I opened the zipper on my pants and fished my cock out. Sensing what I was doing, my golden boy slid his shorts down over his creamy buttocks. We were both hard as steel. My hand slid between his lovely cheeks and probed for his boy hole. He pushed back against my finger. He was tight, but he opened enough to let me in. His soft rectum was warm and slippery. He must have already been lubed.
He turned around and maneuvered me to a stone bench on my back, then he pulled off his knit shorts, allowing his five inches to bounce freely. He straddled me and bent in for another kiss. He was letting me take charge of the kiss and he was so responsive to my touch that it was like he was reading my mind. My wolf growled inside me, but I was stronger than it. I pushed it down and let myself go.
"You're in charge," the golden boy whispered, "but I want to ride your big cock so bad. Please, can I do it Simon?"
"Ride me golden boy," I said. I didn't care that we could be seen from the upper floors of the agriculture building, or by anyone who walked up the path.
He took hold of my cock and held it upright. Then he eased himself onto it. Despite his tightness, I slid into him easily. Once he'd impaled himself on my cock, he started to bounce ever so slightly, lifting his hips just 3-4 inches and then allowing gravity to pull him down again until he was sitting on my groin. The look on his face was exquisite, like it was the best thing he's ever done. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum.
My wolf spirit was snarling and trying to break out. It was hampered by the fact that the light of the full moon had never kissed my flesh and drawn my wolf out into the open. It was still embryonic, but it was fighting me all the way. I shoved it down and put mental fetters on it.
The golden boy riding my cock was making me feel so good. I was tingling all over my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, like electricity running along all my nerves. My orgasm was approaching fast. It was like my whole soul was concentrated in my cock. When I came, I could have sworn that I felt my heart stop for a moment. My wolf spirit broke its bonds and began snarling and snapping inside me. My cock was on fire as I unloaded into the golden boy's warm ass.
Emptying my balls into the boy caused a wave of lethargy to fall over me. I felt weak. The wolf buoyed me up. The boy bent down to kiss me, allowing my cock to fall out of his ass. His lips were warm, and they made my mouth tingle. That's when the wolf took over. My hands grabbed him by the throat, and we rolled onto the ground. I planted my knee on his chest and snarled. A weak little growl came out of my throat. The boy's eyes flew open, and he tried to get away. If it hadn't been for the wolf spirit, I couldn't have held onto him.
"Don't kill me, please," he begged.
"This is the second time you've betrayed me, boy!" I snarled. His eyes were almost bulging out of his head.
"Who do you think I am?" he gasped.
"You never told me your name," I snarled, "but that didn't stop you from selling me out to the hunters and then trying to kill me just now."
"Please," he cried, "I didn't betray you, and I didn't try to kill you."
I was about to squeeze his throat harder, but his features started to change. His fair skin took on a light gray pallor and his hair became pure white. His blue eyes darkened to a shade of unrelieved midnight blackness. His features were handsome, but completely different.
"I'm not who you think I am," he said, "please don't kill me. Let me explain."
I kept one hand on his throat, but I loosened the pressure a bit. I was too weak to really hurt him. I had no idea what he had done to me. I'd thought I was going to die until my wolf spirit broke free. But it wasn't until the boy kissed me that I began to recover.
"Who are you, and why did you look like the boy who betrayed me?" I asked.
He stroked my hand and said, "You should let me put my pants on, and maybe put your cock back in yours, before someone comes along."
I shook my head. "Not until you answer my question," I insisted.
"My name is Oscar, and I took the appearance of a boy from your mind," he said. "His image was associated with longing and desire."
"Okay," I said, "now, why did you take his form? Why did you lure me back here and what did you do to me?"
"You wanted this boy, and I wanted to have sex," he replied. "I drained you because you wanted to be drained."
When he saw the look on my face, he added, "You did! Your mind was screaming it. I could only see the surface thoughts, so I don't know why. You wanted to be drained until you couldn't ... you know ... get it up for a while."
"What the ...?" I started to say, then I realized he was right. I'd been hoping that I wouldn't get excited tonight and lose control. I didn't want to participate in the distasteful activities that would follow.
I didn't admit that he was right. Instead, I asked, "What are you? And what did you do to me?"
He replied, "People call us face dancers. We can change our appearance and we need psychic energy to live. I usually drain a little bit whenever I can, just enough to get by. But you wanted to be drained of energy, and I couldn't resist. I'll admit that I went too far, that's why I gave you a boost there at the end. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done any of it if you hadn't wanted it."
I let him go. He leaned in and gave me a hug. "I'm going to put my pants on now," he said. "And ... your cock is magnificent, just so you know."
"I'm sorry I tried to strangle you," I said, zipping my pants up. "You're look hot without pretending to be someone else."
He did look fine, but there was no way he could pass as human in this form. He must have caught my thoughts because he shifted his features. The shape of his face, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth were the same, but his hair was dark reddish brown, and his skin was a light beige. His eyes were now dark green. I thought he looked hot in both forms.
"Thank you," he said, with a smile. "I didn't know about him betraying you. I just felt how much you wanted him right then."
He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "I shouldn't have drained you so much," he said. "Even if you were asking for it. Do you want more of your energy back?"
He leaned in to kiss me, but I said, "No. I'll take the kiss, but I don't want to risk it. I'm not in charge of my wolf spirit yet, and I don't want it to make me do anything against my will. I should be able to resist it, but I can't."
We kissed and hugged. Then he said, "If you're looking for him, would you like a picture?"
"That's a great idea, Oscar!" I exclaimed. "You're willing to do that for me, even after I tried to strangle you?"
He sat up straight and changed again. He looked like my golden-haired library boy. I pulled out my phone and took his picture, then I said, "Change back. I want a picture of you, the real you and the disguise you use."
I took the pictures then asked for two more with both of us. Then I asked for his number and sent him a copy of the two of us together. I didn't tell him that I had just wanted to get his number to go with the picture. If he was reading my thoughts again, I didn't have to.
Drew
I was sitting on my bed allowing my older brother Xav to comfort me, with his arm around my shoulder. It wasn't easy for him because he was four inches shorter than me. Anyone who saw us together when we were growing up always saw how I protected my older but smaller brother from bullies. None of them saw how much he protected me emotionally and mentally.
"If you aren't chosen as champion, you don't have to participate at all in the gauntlet. Stay with me and Simon on the sacred rock and remain aloof and dispassionate. It will make you look wise and authoritative.," he said. "I'll phrase the invocation so that no one will be required to participate unless they want to. Some of the pack will demand a shot, but I think more of them than we hoped for will refuse. The worst outcome will be if our champion loses."
"Why can't I just pick Darren and get it over with," I said. "He's willing to do it and no mundane can take him in a fight. Dammit, Xav, I couldn't take Darren in a fair fight. I should just let him lead the pack."
Xav slapped me on the back of the head, not hard, just enough to get my attention. "Don't say that again," he said, "The pack follows you because you have charisma. By next year, we need to find another leader. We'll work with Darren in case he has to step up and take the lead, but he likes his current position. If Zeno doesn't come back, we'll have to figure something out. Dawn could do it if she would, but she and Darren are too much alike in that regard, both preferring to support the leader and not have to make the hard decisions themself."
He rubbed my back like he did when we were kids, and our parents were arguing in the other room. "You're doing fine," he said. "Morale is good. The pack is thriving, and they love you. And you're dragging them slowly but surely into the modern world."
"It's no different than it was before I took over. It's like we're haunted by the ghost of Howard Cromwell. The pack is too used to doing things the violent way," I said.
"It's better than it was before," Xav said. "You can't change them overnight. You're ahead of your time, Bro, and you're making a difference, but you can't change the culture with a snap of your fingers."
"Sebastian thinks we're barbarians and that I'm the chief barbarian," I said. "And sometimes, I think he's right."
"Fuck him," Xav said bluntly. "He's a mage, not one of the pack. Changing the culture of the pack doesn't mean we have to submit to the mages and give up all our ways. I like Sebastian, but he doesn't understand us. Don't think for I minute that I don't think that you're a good man for not wanting to give Kyle what's coming to him, but you're strong enough to do whatever you have to do – like it or not."
The door opened and Simon came in looking disheveled and smelling of sex. That boy was getting around. Earlier today, Benjy told me about Simon's cock in detail until Darren took him to his room. Now he smelled of a different boy, not human but I couldn't place it. I'd have to make a point to warn him off the fey. I'd be surprised if an elf was the worst thing in the area.
Xav got up and gave Simon a hug. "It's good to see you healthy and whole," he said, clapping Simon on the back. They were about the same size and Xav was only slightly more muscular. He pulled back and looked into Simon's eyes. "Not quite whole," he said. "Can you spend the night at my house tomorrow night?"
Simon seemed taken aback by that invitation, but he replied, "I can sir, if you can get me back here in time for class. Is there anything wrong?"
"You'll be fine," Xav said, "but your wolf spirit is awake already. It shouldn't be at this stage, but it is. And I need to show you how to align your two spirits, so you don't lose control."
"I get out of class by 4:00 PM, so I can come earlier," Simon said.
Xav replied, "I have Benjy from 4:30 to 6:30. I won't be able to begin with you until at least 7:00 maybe 7:30. And I'll drive you back the next morning." He stared into Simon's eyes with that intense stare he gets when he's looking inside you instead of at you.
He seemed perplexed. "Why is your energy drained so low?"
Simon told us the story about his encounter with the face dancer. He seemed fixated on this blond boy who'd betrayed him to the hunters and seemed disappointed that he hadn't found him today. Xav was cool and impassive throughout the narration, but I've known him all my life. I could always tell when he was concerned.
"That's what I smelled on you, when you came in," Xav said. "I'll have to teach everyone's wolf to recognize face dancers, just in case. It'll be fine. Yours seemed to have done just fine by the way."
He turned to me and said, "I know I've been telling you keep some distance between you and Sebastian, Drew, so you don't look like his subordinate in the eyes of the pack, but this is not the time to follow that advice. He needs to know about the Face Dancer. Don't show him the picture of the blond boy, however. We want to find him before the mages do. We need to be able to question him first. The hunters are our prey. But Sebastian needs to know what we find out after the fact."
Then Xav left to make final arrangements with Nico for the contest, and Simon sat down next to me on the bed. He reached over and started massaging my shoulders. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, as he worked his hands down my spine. He didn't let it become sexual, so I didn't either.
That night we gathered at the sacred rock. Nico and Kyle had arrived before us. I was standing with Xav and Simon on the rock, with the pack gathered around.
Darren
Yesterday I'd still wanted to kill Kyle with my bare hands. Then Drew confused me with all his soul searching. He had a better moral sense than I did, and I was going to do anything I could to keep him that way. That's why he was the future of the pack. I had no idea what we were going to do next year.
"I don't want to stay back here," Benjy said. But Meghan had already put a firm hand on his shoulder.
I gave him a kiss on the nose. "Stay here and be good," I told him. Then to Meghan I added, "I don't want him to see me do what I have to do tonight."
"I want to watch the fight," Benjy said eagerly. He was bouncing a little bit on his feet.
I tousled his hair and gave him a stern look. "You can watch the fight, then Meghan is going to take you back to the parking lot," I said. "What happens after that is not for your eyes. Don't argue with me and don't argue with Meghan."
I was going to have to do something that I did not want Benjy to see. He wasn't a complete innocent when it came to sex, but he didn't understand the hard things we had to do sometimes. I wasn't sure if the reason I didn't want to him to watch was to protect him from seeing something ugly, or it was because Drew had made me ashamed of what I had to do tonight. Glancing around the clearing, I saw the eyes of the pack, staring at Kyle. Some of them seemed excited, including most of the older pack mates who'd been here for a while, the ones who remembered Cromwell's leadership. Others seemed unsure how they should feel.
Meghan said, "Don't worry. I've got him. He's on my list. There are a few others who shouldn't watch it either. We can't make them go, but we'll try."
"I want to stay," Benjy exclaimed. "You said you can't make me go and I don't want to."
"I can't make you," I said, "but you're going to leave because of rule 1. I want you to go and you know that you want to obey me."
He was melodramatic and you'd think it was the end of the world. He gave me sad eyes and hugged me. "Yes Daddy," he said, "I'll go with Meghan, if you want me to."
Meghan rolled her eyes at me. She liked Benjy but he got on her nerves. She'd told me that he had reinforced her decision to never have children. She leaned in and gave me a hug, squeezing Benjy between us.
"Go," she said. "You've got this, and I'll handle this end."
I left Benjy and the more sensitive betas in her capable hands and went to find Xav. He was standing on the sacred rock, so I called him over. He leapt down and we walked into far enough that we wouldn't be overheard.
"I don't like it Darren," he said. "It feels like cheating."
"It isn't," I said. "Each of those who want to be champion will put a name in the hat, but they're all going to put my name in the hat instead of theirs. They came to me with the plan. I didn't even approach them. The rules allow them to choose a proxy and they're doing it. None of the newbies will be participating, so it will be me, Drew, Dawn, Roxy, and Lew. Odds are four to one that my name will be drawn. That's the best we can do."
"He isn't weak," Xav said looking me in the eye and daring me to challenge him on that.
"I never said he was," I replied. "He's a good leader, but he's only ever had to fight in self-defense. He's a better man than I am, and that why I'm more likely to win this fight. We both know that, and you know I don't want his position. I could've taken the leadership 18 months ago but I'm not the right man for it. Drew is. You support him in your way; let me do it mine."
"I love you, Darren," Xav said, wrapping his arms around me.
I hugged his slender frame and said, "I know, buddy, and I love you too."
There was nothing sexual about it. Xav, Drew, Meghan, Dawn, Zeno and I had been the hotheaded youths who'd driven the bad pack leader out so Drew could take over and we could reorganize the pack along better lines, stronger lines based on brother and sisterhood instead of fear and intimidation.
We all loved one another, but I had to admit that there was a special bond between Meghan and me. Some of those who'd been driven out had gone into hiding and were plotting against Drew. Meghan and I had done what we had to do. Those folks weren't a problem anymore. There were still a few we didn't trust who remained with the pack and the two of us watched them carefully.
When it came time to draw the name, Kyle was the one who got to choose. The odds were in our favor, and they didn't let us down that night. When he chose my name out of the hat, he seemed relieved. Kyle was as tall as Drew and had some good muscle on him. He was a good-looking guy, especially now that his beard and body hair had been trimmed. I didn't usually find myself attracted to muscular jocks, but I could tell that Kyle was tough on the outside, but a little bitch on the inside. He made my dick twitch a little.
He was naked except for his jock. His master hadn't let him wear a cup, but I wasn't going to win that way unless I had to. I stepped out into the circle, nodding to my pack. I made my pecs dance a little because they loved that kind of show. I could also jiggle my gut, but they never seemed impressed by that trick. I walked to the center and gestured for Kyle to join me. The circle closed in around us, leaving us a fighting arena about twelve feet across. The moon was waning, but it was still more than half full. There was enough light to see. Drew, Dawn, Xav and Simon stood on the rock. They were joined by Nico. I was glad he was up there. It had been his right to fight as a proxy for his slave, but he hadn't chosen to do so. Slight as he was, I was glad I didn't have to fight him tonight. Although I had brought a good steel knife with me just in case. It was sitting in my pile of clothes.
Nico and Xav raised their joined hands above their heads and said in unison, "Let the fight begin!"
Kyle punched me, but I blocked him easily and rammed my shoulder into his gut. His reach was a little longer than mine, and I could tell that he knew how to fight fairly well for a mundane. But I doubted that he had anywhere near the experience I had.
He came at me fast. I crouched down, squatting low to the ground, and picked him up. Using his own momentum, I flung him over my shoulder so that he slammed into the ground. He fought like a bully, going for maximum force, and leaving himself open a lot. He was also a slow learner. He tried to rush me again and I threw him again. He'd managed to get a good grip on my waist that time, but he couldn't hold on. The advantages of having the bigger gut, I supposed. He broke his fall with his elbow, and I winced in sympathy.
I lost that sympathy when he lunged again. Three time's the charm, I guessed. At least this time he came in low instead of too high. I sidestepped, taking a glancing blow in the gut, but I landed solid hit on his side. Then we began trading punches. He got in a few good blows. I wasn't in wolf or wolf-man form so I was feeling every one of those punches, but the fight was a forgone conclusion. I was landing two punches for every one of his, and I made mine count for more. I wasn't sure that he was going to surrender. I thought I would have to beat him into unconsciousness. But finally, he conceded.
The crowd went a little wild. I waited until Drew gave me the signal that Meghan had taken Benjy and four other pack brothers and sisters with her, then I moved behind Kyle and snarled, "Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to take you like a bitch!"
Kyle had come prepared. He was already lubed up and ready to go. I slid a finger inside his pucker and probed him a little. I noticed that he was sensitive and a little loose, like he'd been fucked in the last few hours. His cock started getting hard. I didn't want to just do a quick mounting and leave my seed in his ass. I decided that I would make him cum if I could. It was going to take me a while because I had foolishly allowed Benjy to suck a load out of me before heading out tonight.
I was giving him the alpha growl. It always got bitch boys worked up, and Kyle was no exception. I was talking to him in a low snarling voice as I fucked him. "You act tough on the outside, but we both know what a needy little bitch you really are. I'm going to fuck the cum right out of you, right here in front of all these people. Everyone is going to know that you're a cock hungry faggot."
Kyle mumbled something and I said, "Speak up! Let everyone hear you."
He shouted, "Yes sir! Fuck me like the bitch I am with your alpha cock! I deserve this."
He kept repeating that last phrase, "I deserve this!" He did deserve it, but I was glad when he came and then I came. I wanted it to be over.
Six more pack brothers fucked him that night, as did one pack sister who'd brought along a massive dildo. Little Vicky hated rapists and she let it show. I could smell the sharp smell of her piss as she squatted over him and rammed him with that thing. I'd wondered why she'd worn a dress to a fight. In the end, Dawn went down and whispered for her to stop.
Eight pack siblings gave him their three punches. Drew, Simon, Dawn and Xav just watched, as did another six members of the pack. Fourteen in total had chosen not to participate in this barbaric act, not a majority but almost half. When they were done, Drew said, "The pack is satisfied. Unless you cross us again, the matter is ended."
Nico announced that anyone who touched his slave without his permission will have violated the agreement and Drew would face the consequences. Several pack siblings became agitated, but I knew what it really meant, that Drew would have to punish the one who violated the agreement, and he'd have to do it to Nico's satisfaction.
I went home to find Benjy waiting outside my door. I let him in, and we took a shower together. Then I held him all night in my arms while we slept. He was disappointed that I didn't want sex, but he was learning to obey. Drew later admitted that he and Simon had slept in the same bed chastely as well. Some of the pack had headed for an after party at the Wolf House; they celebrated with alcohol and an orgy. We needed Zeno. Where the hell was he? He was supposed to be staying at the wolf house to keep an eye on those guys.
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, Darren 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. Kieran 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.
· Cameron Campbell. One of the twink trio, along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin.
· 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.
· Conor Tighe. Sophomore beta werewolf with auburn hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and freckles. He's average height and build and he's studying biology.
· 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.
· Howard Cromwell. A large and muscular alpha werewolf in his mid-forties. He was the leader of the local pack before being drive out by Drew, Zeno, Darren, Dawn, and Meghan, with logistical support from Sebastian. He was a leader of the old school who ruled through intimidation. Under him the pack followed several traditions that Drew has tried to do away with. He originally came from New York. He is the werewolf who killed Ethan's father. After leaving New York he wandered around for a few months before settling down near the college.
· 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.
· Lew Muller. A tall thin beta werewolf, with long brown hair, a beard and two black earrings with wolf head instead of a ball. He's a computer hacker who knows a bit about electronics. His major is English literature. He plays guitar and writes poetry. He was Benjy's roommate until he moved into the wolf house.
· 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. She's Darren's best friend and she was one of the original 5 who worked to overthrow the old pack leader, Howard Cromwell.
· 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.
· Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage, one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell.
· Oscar Quinlan. A face dancer on campus. He drained Simon of psychosexual energy while they were having sex, but it was because Simon wanted to be depleted.
· Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years.
· Philip Mertz. A jock who shares a history class with Kyle Mason. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 180 lbs. He becomes Kyle's partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that Kyle cares about.
· 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 the watchers keeping an eye on him for Jason.
· 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, and she really hates rapists.
· Zeno Schiller. A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn.