Elf Master Chapter 6
Introduction
For those who are following the college magic series from the gay/sf-fantasy side but may not be into more hard-core authoritarian scenarios, you may want to skip this storyline. Kyle and Domenic's 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.
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· This story contains hardcore scenes of BDSM. Be aware before reading on.
· While the story is apparently non-consensual, be aware that Kyle will be eventually given a choice.
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Elf Master Chapter 6 (Slaving for Another Master)
Kyle
"Wake up slave," Master said, smacking me on my bare ass.
He stepped back and waited for me to get up. I knew better than to make him wait, so I rolled out of bed and crawled over to kneel at his feet. His cock was out, so I took it into my mouth and started sucking. He put his hands on my shoulder and squeezed just hard enough for his sharp fingernails to pierce my skin by the only the slightest prick. I bit down on his hard cock. My master seemed to enjoy pain. I knew I could never hurt him with my mouth, but I bit him harder than I ever had before. And he moaned in pleasure.
"You can't hurt me, you know," he said. "My skin can't be pierced by your teeth."
"Mm-hm," I muttered. My hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them, and he smiled down at me.
"You're learning, slave," he said. "Judge how much each man wants or needs and give it to him. No human can take the pain I can. By the standards of my people, I'm a deviant, not just because I like humans, but because I enjoy this kind of game."
I squeezed him harder and bit down as hard as I could. Master's eyes rolled back, and he growled almost like a cat. Was he having Matt teach me about cock and ball torture so I could understand my own limits? When he'd beaten my nuts and cock, I'd hated it – at first. In time, I'd risen above the pain and reached a trance like state of pleasure. That's what had scared me and had scared Matt. It had been sublime.
Master's cock slithered down my throat and expanded. I squeezed his nuts again and he came. I didn't taste him this time. He shot straight down my throat and howled, whether in pain or pleasure I had no idea. I wasn't sure he did either.
"That was good, slave," he said, patting my head as if I were a dog of some sort. "Now do your morning calisthenics. I've increased the number of reps in a set as you've gotten stronger."
I grabbed the full milk jugs. Each one should weigh a little more than eight pounds, but Master had filled each of them about half full of glass marbles. They weighed about 12 pounds now. He'd also doubled the reps on my exercise. I was going to be exhausted. The exercises had gotten easier as I'd regained muscle tone, so Dom wanted me to be straining to complete them again. If he said I could do it, he was probably right. He hadn't been wrong yet, but my muscles were burning by the time I'd finished.
Dom looked up from his phone and said, "Go shit and shower. Put your urine in the bottle."
It's not like I had any choice. There was a scale, so I weighed myself. I was down to 240 pounds, so I'd lost 10. When I'd been at my fittest, I'd weighed 225, so I still needed to lose 15. Glancing in the mirror, I could see that my muscles were more visible. If I started bulking up instead of just toning them, I'd probably be about my current weight, but with much less fat.
My cock started to get hard as I looked in the mirror. I was making myself horny. With the new haircut and the wax job on the face and body, you could see the muscles beneath the skin. I'd always liked the scruffy look, but a smooth face really emphasized my square jaw and strong cheekbones. I thought my nose was a little too big, but my lips were full enough to look kissable. The only bad thing was the small gut that protruded farther than it should have. I was going to have to do more sit ups if I wanted to tighten it as I lost weight.
I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up. The feeling of soap sliding across smooth, hairless skin was amazing. I wanted to stroke my cock. It was aching, but I knew it wasn't allowed, and I cleaned it carefully so I wouldn't trigger an orgasm. Then I used the anal douche bulb to clean myself out. I'd seen a douche that could connect to the shower head. I'd have to ask permission to buy one and install it.
I was going to style my hair, but this hair cut was low maintenance. I just had to dry it and run a comb through it. I thought I could have been a model, not one of the pretty ones, but one who was ruggedly if only slightly handsome. If I were free to fuck, I'd definitely fuck me. Hell, I'd let myself fuck me. How fucking arrogant was that? I thought with a chuckle.
I went back into the room. I knew there was a lot of time before my only class today, a biology lab from 1:00 to 3:30 PM, so I wondered what Dom was going to have me do until then. He was on his phone and didn't seem happy. With him it was hard to tell, but I'd learned to read him a little. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground by his feet. Not knowing exactly what he wanted, I decided to kneel there facing him. He looked up from his phone and said, "When in this position, keep your back straight, put your hands behind your head and keep your upper body flexed."
Then he went back to his phone and ignored me. A few minutes after he'd put down the phone, Sebastian came in. He and my master started to talk. The conversation seemed to be a curse and the part my master was going to play in order to break it. They switched to a language I didn't understand and continued talking for a while. I perked up when I realized they'd witched back to English and had begun talking about me.
"You weren't wrong, Nico. He is looking better," Sebastian said, looking over at me with an appraising look on his face.
"Do you want to borrow him?" Master asked.
"Mmm, no," Sebastian replied. "The way he looks now, I'm tempted, but the whole permanent slavery makes me uncomfortable."
Master laughed a sarcastic laugh. "With all the folks you have under compulsion, you're squeamish about my one slave?"
"I don't compel anyone to have sex with me, Nico," he said. "I compel them to serve the mage community, but I have never compelled them to have sex. They want it and I let them have it as partial remuneration for their services. If anything, I'm the whore, not them."
Master shrugged and said, "Your loss."
Sebastian replied, "It must be tonight. We don't have a choice. The curse has grown to a critical point, and we can't wait."
Master sighed. He looked almost tired, like he was under a lot of stress. "I have a problem with one of yours that you may be able to handle. I owe Elijah a favor from out days back at the Academy, and I want to discharge it. I have something he wants, but he seems to think it should be an even trade, but it isn't. If I could hold out for a while, I'd make a reasonable deal. But I am not going to go into debt because you want to break the curse tonight instead of tomorrow night. If I have the time, I can find someone else to sit my slave while I'm busy."
Sebastian shook his head and said, "You need a slave sitter, and you approached Elijah and offered him Kyle for the night, something you knew he'd want. Let me guess. You couldn't negotiate a hard bargain because you needed to make it fast. Congratulations! You taught all of us to be better negotiators back when we were in the Academy together. I'll talk to him for you, but you must make a fair deal, and you must do it tonight."
Master closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He threw up his hands. "I should have been a worse teacher."
"Or you should have made more friends than enemies," Sebastian retorted. "If Elijah hadn't transformed that iron knife to bronze in the nick of time, you could have died, and we could all be engaged in a war between mages and faerie right now."
"Fine," Master said. "I'll negotiate from a position of weakness. I'll call it a challenge."
"I love you like a brother," Sebastian said, as he left the room.
"I was in school with Elijah Jackson, and I owe him a favor. I wanted to trade him use of you for one evening to return the favor, but he's claiming that I should trade you to him in repayment. I'm trying to negotiate a better deal. This is his starting point and I'm certain he will accept less," Master said, "but none of this is your concern. One way or another, you will be serving Elijah tonight. If I am unable to negotiate a good enough deal, he may end up being your new master. And I don't think you would enjoy that very much."
He let that hang over us for a while, then he said, "Serving Elijah will be good for you if it's only temporary. For today, I want you to make yourself available to anyone who wants to use you, but I'm going to give you a present first. Lie down on the bed on your back."
I couldn't really resist any direct command given to me, so I climbed onto the bed and lay there, fearful of what sort of gift Master might choose to give me. In only a minute or so, he returned and sat on the side of the bed. He had a long silver needle in his hand. He ran his finger lightly over my right nipple until it stiffened, then he pinched it hard and pulled it out from my body until I began to gasp in pain. He was using his pointed nails to hold it. Then he whispered some words that I didn't understand and thrust the needle through. He followed by putting the small silvery ring through my nipple. He said a few words and the ends of the ring sealed as of the ring were one solid piece. Then he chanted for a minute or so. I could see fiery symbols appear on the ring, but they faded quickly, leaving only a faint etching that could barely be seen. Then he repeated the process with the other nipple. I could tell that the words were different, but I had no idea what they meant.
The pain was excruciating, although in each case it faded while he was chanting. I was still left with a throbbing in each nipple, that when combined with the small but very noticeable weight would provide a constant reminder that I had once again been pierced without my permission.
"Thank you master for the gifts," I said with a tinge of sarcasm. I hadn't wanted the rings, and I couldn't return them.
Master patted my head and said, "You would be less sarcastic saying that if you knew what the gift really was."
Intrigued I asked, "Please master, forgive my sarcasm. If the gift is not the rings themselves, then what is it?"
"This one," he said, flicking the ring in my right nipple, will prevent disease of any kind. You'll like that one, and you'll really appreciate it once you realize that it will drive off the bacteria that cause tooth decay and those responsible for the sour smell in old BO."
"And this one," he said, flicking the ring in my left nipple, "will keep your hair from growing. You won't need to get repeated body waxing and haircuts. You will remain smooth and hairless, like most of your fans have requested. It surprised me, since I like a little body hair on a slave, but I think most of those who've responded think being hairless makes you look more like the total bitch you are."
His words were demeaning, but my cock seemed to like them. I was getting harder as he spoke. I had come to accept the fact that I was gay, that I'd only been pretending my whole life to be straight. It was this submissive part of myself, the part that wanted or needed to be controlled, demeaned, and humiliated, that was hard for me to accept. I knew it was there and I knew it was an integral part of me, but I didn't understand it. The only one I had to talk to about gay stuff was Simon and I was afraid he'd be disgusted by me if he found out who I really was.
"Get up and do all your homework for next week," master said. "I don't know how much time you will have this weekend to work on it. If I'm not in the room, get dressed in whatever Buckwalder lays out for you and don't be late to class. If you finish your homework, you can research information you need to know about becoming a better gay bitch boy, you can work on your body or you can use your Grindr app to look for sex. You know the rules about what you can and can't do. Do not forget to mix your smoothie for breakfast and lunch. And if I still haven't given you different instructions, be in the room no later than 4:00 PM with the door unlocked. Kneel in presentation position until I come to get you."
Master left me alone then. He seemed agitated about the deal he had to negotiate. I knew how much he hated it when he didn't "win" a deal. I made myself a smoothie with piss and fiber added and drank it quickly. I had nothing to wash it down with but more piss.
Master had set the next larger size dildo on my chair, so I lubed it up, attached it to the seat and lowered myself on it to complete all my homework. It was a tight fit, but it wasn't painful – just distracting. When I was done, I opened the browser and started reading the websites I'd bookmarked. I was reading one on taking overly large cocks down your throat, and I was bouncing slightly on the dildo, when I saw a text message pop up on my phone. I checked it, thinking it could be Master, but it wasn't. A chill spread down my spine. It was my oldest brother Edward.
Edward: I saw your picture online at the Jock Bitch Boy website. I see that you're a fag now.
It was typical Edward. No hello or how's college going. Just blunt and straight to the point. His language was the same as it had been when we were growing up, but it bothered me now, and not just the because it was directed at me.
Me: I've discovered that I'm gay. I always was. Please don't tell dad or anyone else.
Edward: My baby brother is a fag! I ALWAYS thought you were. I should have fucked you when you were at home. I'll keep your secret for now. But I'm coming to visit on Family Weekend. If you don't treat me right, I'll let everyone know and Dad will cut you off faster than you can swallow a load, faggot.
And then the name calling began and the threats. I had no doubt that would follow through either. He was twelve years older than me, and he'd bullied me my entire life. And I'd been fool enough to love him and want to be like him. I would have done anything to make him like me, but now I cringed when I read his words.
Me: Thank you, Edward. I really appreciate it.
Edward: Call me sir from now on. And send me a video begging for my cock.
This wasn't anything I'd wanted. Edward was the biggest bully in the family, and he hated gay people more than anyone except maybe for dad. I'd idolized him as a child. Maybe that was what had me such a bad person. I was trying to be just like him. Now he would never see me the same way he did before.
Knowing I had no choice, I slid the chair back and started to take a video of myself. If I made it good enough, maybe he'd keep his promise. If he didn't, I might have to quit school. I hadn't earned any scholarships and I had no money except what my father gave me. I started bouncing on the dildo and made sure to catch it in the video, then I looked into the camera and said, "Please sir, let me suck your big cock."
I stuck three fingers in my mouth and started sucking on them. Then I pulled them out, allowing saliva to run down from my lips. "Please, sir, I want to taste your manly cock and swallow your cum."
I focused the camera on the dildo stretching my hole. I had to use my other hand to lift my balls and my erect cock out of the way. I moaned, "This dildo feels so good, but I wish it was your big dick instead."
I pulled off the dildo. I wanted Edward to see that it was bigger than his own cock. Then I slid it back inside me with a load groan. "I want you to fuck me hard, sir!"
Then I looked into the camera and blew a kiss. He wanted faggy; I gave him faggy. Then I rewatched the video once before sending it to Edward. I either gave him the proof he needed ruin me, or I made him happy enough to keep my secret for a while longer. I texted master with a long description of what had just happened. I didn't know if he would care, but he owned me, and I thought he should know.
I went back to research, but I didn't get a lot done. I got another text from Edward, saying You are such a fag! I wish I'd known.
Did that mean that Edward would have wanted to fuck me when we were younger? He was twelve years older than me. Was that kinky or was it disgusting. I didn't know. What I did know was that I was turned on by the idea of getting fucked by my brother. What did that make me?
And why was he on the Jock Bitch Boy page anyway? I quickly did a search for my own name. Nothing showed up except for my Facebook page. I went to Jock Bitch Boy and found myself on the front page. It gave my name as Kyle M. All the pictures I'd taken were there, so were the videos from my two sessions with Matt, the CBT video and the one with the whole nerd squad. There was also a page for a Chrissy T. Although he wore a mask, unlike me, I could tell that it was Matt's roommate Chris. He was getting some hard use too, but only with Matt. I couldn't see the full video or the uncensored pictures because the site had a subscription fee of $9.99 a month or an annual fee of $100. Someone, probably Matt, was making money off these pictures. He promised to add more "real college students" soon.
I got another text. It wasn't from Edward this time. It was from Terrence Green. He asked if I was available at 10:30. I said yes and he told me to come to his dorm, but to were something less gay. I texted Dom and told him about the order. I was in some distress because I had to follow every order given to me, but I couldn't comply with this one because I didn't own anything that didn't make me look super gay.
Dom told me to ask Buckwalder for something appropriate. When I did, he appeared holding a pair of gray sweat shorts and a plain white t-shirt. He didn't give me a jock. I guess he thought I didn't need one since the shorts weren't short enough to be indecent. I had a little more time before I had to go. My erection was painfully obvious, tenting the front of my sweat shorts. Terrence was the first of my gay sex partners whom I'd picked because I wanted him, and I'd been hoping that he would call me. I chuckled a bit. What would my past-self think about me waiting for Terrence's booty call?
I mixed up a smoothie for lunch according to Dom's instructions, then packed my backpack and went out the door. I hoped that Terrence kept me busy until time for my lab class because I didn't want to have to change clothes. I thought I looked hot right now, without looking like a total slut. I ignored the soreness in my legs and jogged over to Terrence's dorm. I felt like a girl nervous about a date with a boy she liked.
In this outfit, no one gave me much notice apart from some appraising looks that told me they liked what they saw. I wasn't sure if Terrence's dorm was reserved for athletes, but all the students I saw looked like athletes, tall, fit, and muscular. He was on the second floor, not too far from the central stairway. When I knocked, he let me in right away. From the arrangement of the furniture, I could see that he had a roommate, but he wasn't there right now.
After shutting the door, Terrence turned to me and explained, "My roommate left early today to spend the weekend with his girlfriend in Columbus, and my girlfriend thinks I'm busy working on a paper until 1:00, so we've got some time to kill."
He walked over and turned on some music, not too loud, but loud enough to mask any noises that could arise. I was standing around nervously because I wasn't used to wearing clothes inside a dorm room and I didn't know if I should be taking mine off. Terrance came up to me and looked down at my hardon tenting my shorts. "You are happy to see me, aren't you?"
"Yes sir," I replied. "I've been hoping you would give me a call."
His large hand touched the head of my dick through my shorts. "I can tell," he smiled. "No pictures today, right."
"No sir," I said.
"Damn, you are one polite little white boy," he said, running his hand up my side, stroking my muscles through the t-shirt.
"Yes sir," I said again. "My master expects me to be polite to all men. And I'm supposed to tell you that there are things I'm not allowed to do."
"Okay," he said. "Let's hear it."
"I'm not allowed to stroke my cock, and I can't let anyone else stroke it for me," I explained. "I'm also not allowed to rub it or stick it inside anyone."
"Does your master ever allow you to cum, boy?" he asked, with a smile on his face.
"Yes sir," I said, blushing a little. "I can cum if it happens naturally while I'm being fucked, or my ass is being played with."
Terrence pulled me over to the bed and we sat side by side. He wrapped an arm around me. It felt good. Even though I was six foot two inches tall, Terrence made me feel small. He was about half a foot taller than me, although I was more muscular than he was. He turned my head toward him and kissed my lips. My cock was really leaking at that point.
"Don't worry white boy," he said. "I won't break your master's rules. I'm not interested in sucking cock or getting fucked. So, you're the perfect guy for me right now. Although I am going to see if I can make you cum by fucking you. I didn't know that was possible."
Then he pulled my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. I kicked my shoes off and he pushed me back on the bed wearing only my shorts. He lay down beside me and ran his hand down my smooth chest, pausing for a moment to examine my nipple rings.
"You shaved since I last time I fucked you," he said. He slid one hand inside my shorts to feel my bald crotch and then to slide down to my touch my ass. "You shaved it all off."
He pulled my shorts off, exposing my hairless cock and balls. He lifted one of my legs and ran a finger along my hairless crack. "I like it. This is sexy as fuck!" he said. "It's like the best of both worlds. You're muscular and firm like a guy, but soft and silky smooth like a girl. I'll be fucking you a lot. If it's okay with you, that is. I'm not into rape."
I blushed from head to toe at that last comment. I was glad he seemed to be a nice guy, but I wondered if he'd treat me differently if he knew that I was a rapist. I said, "My master has made me suck a lot of cocks and has let a lot of guys fuck me, but you were the first one I ever chose for myself, the first guy I wanted to fuck me. I even though I was straight at the time."
"Dude, despite your build, you were never straight," he said. "It's not just the way you dress. It's the way you look at people and the way you move. This ass is screaming to get fucked. I'm surprised you didn't have them lined up at your high school waiting to get inside this butt."
"You're right, sir," I gasped. His finger had just touched my puffy hole. "I was never straight, but I thought I was."
Terrence let go of my leg and looked into my eyes, shaking his head slowly. "I've been with guys before, mostly white guys because they're the ones who keep throwing themselves at me, but none as buff as you are. Seeing your white body looking all smooth and muscly here makes me want to do this right."
He lay down beside me and kissed my lips. I opened and let him in. His own lips were fuller than mine and soft. I wanted this so much. I'd kissed girls because it was expected, but of all the guys I'd been with, only Philip and now Terrence had kissed me. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
One of his hands slid down my body. He took my cock in his hand and squeezed it, just once or twice, then he slid in under my balls to play with my ass. I was already slick from riding my dildo earlier, and I always lubed my ass before leaving the room, so I was more than ready. His finger slipped inside me with no trouble. I started moaning against his lips.
"Damn, boy. You are ready for it, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes sir!" I said, wiggling my butt around on his finger.
"I'm going to fuck you on your back because I want to see you while I'm pounding your ass," he said, moving between my legs. He pushed them up against my chest and prodded my hole with three fingers. They slid inside without much resistance.
"Your ass looks like it's had a workout already this morning," he noted.
"I've been riding a dildo for a couple of hours, sir. I've never been more ready," I said.
Terrence's cock was a couple inches smaller than Matt's truncheon, but it was still about eight inches. As relaxed as I was, it still took some effort to get him inside me, but it wasn't long before his pubes were rubbing against my smooth ass.
"Oh, my fucking god!" I shouted. "That feels amazing. You've got all eight inches of your beautiful cock inside me."
Terrence smiled and said, "Your ass is tight and warm, despite all the stretching you've given it this morning. I'm not going to last long."
"Cum inside me, sir," I said, licking my lips. "I want to feel you inside me this time."
He fucked me hard. I loved this position because he was hitting my prostate on every thrust. I wasn't going to last long either. I was already oozing cum, and I could feel my shaft filling more with each stroke. Every punch on my prostate was sending a wave of pleasure crashing through my body. My skin felt tight and hot, and my breath was raspy. Then it happened. My cock contracted then spewed cum so hard that the first load hit my face.
"You are the best ass-fucker in the world!" I said, and at the time I certainly believed it. My ass was contracting so hard that it was chewing on his cock.
His eyes flew open, and he said, "Milk it, boy. Your ass is sucking my cock like it's hungry."
Then he growled a deep growl. He hugged my legs to his chest and shoved his cock inside me as far as it would go. I could feel his hips pushing against me and his legs buckling. Then he collapsed beside me on the bed. He touched the glob of cum clinging to my lip, then he pulled his finger to his lips and tentatively tasted it. Then he popped the whole finger inside and sucked it clean.
"I'd never tasted cum before, not even my own," he said. Then his finger scooped more off my chest and put it in his mouth. "I expected it to be gross, but it's not that bad. If your master, didn't forbid it, I think I might want to suck your cock now, so long as no one ever found out about it."
He used his finger to clean more of the cum off the head and he popped it in his mouth. When he was done, I said, "My turn now."
I slid down between his legs and licked the pools of cum that had collected in his pubes. Then I licked the outside of his shaft, working my way up to the head. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, then swallowed just the head of his cock and sucked it gently until it was clean.
He gestured for me to climb back into his arms, and we cuddled on the bed, kissing, and stroking one another. Terrence kissed my lips hard enough to hurt a little. "Did you really think you were straight," he asked.
"I did," I said. "I didn't think it was possible to be anything else. My dad and brothers had always hated gays, and I was raised to hate them too. I pretended to like girls and took my frustration out on them when I didn't get excited. That changed when I became a slave. My master stripped away all the lies I'd told myself over the years and made me understand who I really am."
"I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone, but I think about hot guys when I'm with a girl too. I have to or I don't get hard enough to ... well, fuck her. If it wouldn't destroy my mama, I'd say fuck it and find me a handsome jock, someone like you, and then I wouldn't have to pretend anymore."
There was nothing I could say to that. I knew where he was coming from. My own life felt like it was about to end now that my brother knew about me. "I wish I could help you, sir," I said. "My brother just found out and I'm afraid Dad's going to cut me out of the family when he hears about it. He already blames me for killing my mom in childbirth. I'll be lucky if all he does is disown me."
We lay there kissing and cuddling until we both got hard again. "Do you want to fuck me again, sir?"
"Do you want me to fuck you again, boy," he asked in return.
I didn't hesitate for a moment. "Yes sir," I said. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
We made love again. It was more than fucking. I could feel him inside me, and I felt like our bodies were in tune with one another. It was beautiful, like we were a pair of lovers instead of a slutty slave and a gorgeous jock who was too afraid to come out of the closet.
We were cleaning each other up after our second session when the door opened, and a man walked in. He was about six foot four inches tall, and he was broader through the shoulders than I was. He must've been carrying 270 pounds or so of solid muscle. His skin was dark brown, and his features were full and powerful, like an African warrior come to life. His medium length black hair hung in dreadlocks.
Terrence jumped up and said, "Shit! Elijah, didn't I lock the door?"
Elijah came into the room and shut the door behind him. "Did it look locked to you?
Terrence was trying to put on pants, and I was trying to be invisible. Elijah looked amused. "Don't even try to tell me that this isn't what it looks like," he said with a rich sonorous voice, "unless you can honestly say you weren't fucking this white boy."
Terrence finished pulling his pants up and threw me my shorts. I started to put them on, but Elijah said, "Keep your white ass naked, boy. I came over here to check out the merchandise anyway."
He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground in front of him. "Kneel, boy," he said.
I scrambled over and knelt next to him with my knees spread, my back straight and my hands locked behind my head. My chest was flexed and taut. He used his shoe to tap on the bottom of my nutsack and my cock sprang to erection.
Terrence was muttering something down low, but Elijah interrupted him. "I hope you don't think I care that you're fucking this white boy. He's looking fine and I plan on fucking him tonight myself. His master owes me a favor and we're working out the details. I've been trying to get him to sell me the boy outright ever since I heard who he was. Is he a good fuck?"
Terrence seemed to have put his embarrassment aside. He seemed almost relieved that someone knew his secret, someone he felt he could trust. "His ass is better than any pussy I've ever had," he said, ruffling my hair.
Elijah laughed at that. "He's a faggot. His ass is a pussy. But in my opinion, fag pussy is better than any other kind."
He walked over and put his foot a few feet in front of me and said, "Put your nose here and your ass in the air, slave."
I pressed my face to the floor next to his foot and lifted my ass into the air. Elijah walked around and shoved three fingers into my hole without hesitation or ceremony. He wiggled them around and stretched me a little. "Squeeze my fingers with your ass lips, slave," he said.
I clamped down as hard as I could, relaxed and did it again. "Not bad," he said. "The guys are going to enjoy this fag pussy tonight."
The guys? I thought. What did Elijah have planned?
"So, you know Kyle's master?" Terrence asked.
Elijah replied, "We went to school together. When I gave him my offer, he told me where to find his slave so I could check him out. What this faggot doesn't realize is that I know him already too. His daddy owns a lot of things back home in Kentucky. My younger brother was two years ahead of this racist faggot all through school. He and his brothers have made life miserable for a lot of folks. And his daddy's radio stations have given a platform to every white supremacist in the state."
I couldn't let this go without comment. "I'm not a racist, sir!" I protested. "I've got nothing against black people. I like black people."
"That's not what I heard, but that's neither here nor there. The fact is that the guys are going to enjoy getting familiar with Pappy Mason's youngest boy," he said, pushing harder into my ass. "And so long as I'm in the room, you don't talk unless spoken to. Your mouth is for sucking cock, not speaking."
This guy was scaring me. He went to school with my master, so he had to be a magician of one kind or another. And he seemed to hate me for my family. I admitted silently to myself that I had been a little racist back then, but I didn't know any better. I wasn't like that anymore. I couldn't explain, I couldn't protest, not even to Terrence. I didn't want him to think I was a racist. I liked him a lot, and I thought he liked me.
Elijah kept fingering my ass while he talked to Terrence. Apparently he was a wrestler as an undergraduate and now he helped scholar athletes and made sure they had what they needed to succeed. He also helped minority students adjust to college. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and wiped them across my butt. He didn't bother to say anything to me before leaving.
"Get up here and sit next to me," Terrence said.
I got up and sat down. My eyes were watering, so I hung my head low in embarrassment. I wanted crawl under the bed and disappear. Terrence put his long arms around me. No one ever made me feel small and protected until him. Edward was taller than me, but my dad was shorter. My other brothers were about my height, and not one of them had ever held me and comforted me like this that I could remember.
"Is it true?" he asked me.
"About me or my dad?" I asked in return, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.
"Both. Just tell me," he said. I couldn't tell if he was angry or not.
I replied in a very quiet voice. "My dad is a bigot, a racist, a homophobe, and a misogynist. I didn't know that growing up, so I repeated a lot of things I heard him say around the house. I have two older brothers and two older sisters, all of whom parroted whatever Dad said. All his friends said the same kind of things. I didn't know any better. Until I came here, I never had the opportunity to learn better.
"No! Let me correct that. I never had any reason to try to learn better. It wasn't until I was forced to accept my own gayness that I began to see how wrong I'd been. But I'm not a racist. You were the first man I ever wanted to have sex with. And the closest person I have to a friend is a black guy. I don't know many people here, but until Elijah, every black guy I met has been good to me. But if you are asking about things from the past, yeah I was a racist then. I was also an idiot."
Terrence kissed the side of my head. "If you say you're not a racist now, I'm going to judge you only on things going forward. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt."
I broke down and started to cry, and then the most amazing thing happened, Terrence didn't make fun of me. He didn't tell me to man up like my dad and brothers had done my entire life; he held me tighter and kissed my head. He held me until I stopped crying, which must have taken fifteen or twenty minutes at least.
"Hey," he said, turning my face up and kissing me again. "I know I told you not to text me, that I'd text you. Forget about that, now. You say you don't have any friends. Well, you do. Text me with anything, and I'll get back to you. And if your master will let you dress a little less flamboyant, we can hang out sometimes. I ... I can't come out of the closet yet. I may never be able to do it, but I do want to see you again and maybe not just for sex. Maybe we can just hang out."
"Thank you, sir," I said. "I really appreciate you. If Elijah comes to you with stories about things I said or did when I was younger, they're probably true. But that's not me anymore; I swear it isn't."
Terrence looked at me with concern in his eyes. "How old are you?" he asked, like he was looking beyond my height and muscles for the first time.
"I just turned 19 at the end of August," I replied.
"Damn! I'm only two years older than you, but those are important years," he said. "I think people see your height and your muscles and think you're older than you are, and then they hold you to a higher standard because of it. With that scruffy beard gone and that shaggy mess on your head cleaned up, you don't look older anymore. I'm going to remind Elijah that you're just an overgrown kid and he should remember that. I don't know if he'll care it or not, but I'll tell him. And if he doesn't listen, I'll thump him one."
My only class on Fridays was a biology lab. I got there a few minutes early and was working on setting up my lab notebook with the details of the lab, since the materials, overview and procedure were available on the class website. While I was finishing up, a short guy with light skin and short brown hair came in and sat at my table. He dropped his pencil while unpacking and said, "Pick that up for me."
Without thinking or hesitating, I knelt, picked it up and handed it to him. "Thank you," he said.
I went back to getting everything set up. The young man saw what I was doing, and he held out his hand. "Let me have that," he said.
I handed my lab notebook to him and pulled out the spare I had and started working in it. I was beginning to get annoyed. The guy opened his own lab notebook and started copying down my notes. He was abrupt and demanding, and rude as hell, but he hadn't been trying to steal my work. He'd just wanted to look at it.
"When you're done with my notebook, I'd like to ...," I said.
"Be quiet for one minute," he interjected. I couldn't make any noise. I could talk, but no noise came out.
He looked up at me and saw that I was trying to talk, but unable to make a sound. "You have to do what I say, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I said as soon as the minute was up.
He smiled and said, "I could make you do anything I want, couldn't I?"
"Yes sir, you could," I sighed.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm rude and unobservant, but I'm not an ass. I won't make you do anything. I'll be careful to ask nicely in the future."
"Thank you," I said. "I appreciate that. If there's anything I could do for you, just ask."
"I'd ask for a kiss, but that would be creepy, knowing what I know about your curse," he said.
"If you want one, just ask," I said. "It's only creepy if you order me to do it."
He looked up with a crooked smile and said, "I would love it if you'd kiss me."
I leaned over the table and pulled his face closer and kissed him gently on the lips. He looked like he was too young to be here at college. He was cute in a dorky teen sort of way. "My name's Kyle," I said.
"I'm Oliver Rankin," he said. Then he whispered, "Mage."
"And I'm Kyle Mason," I said. Then I whispered, "Slave."
His eyes got wide, and he grew pale. "You're the rapist," he said.
My shoulder's slumped. That's who I was, the rapist. I was about to move to a different table, so Oliver wouldn't be freaked out sitting next to me. It was entirely my fault, but I hated the fact that I was going to be scaring little gay boys for next four years. Maybe it would be better if Dad did cut me off and I had to leave school.
Oliver was waving his hand in front of my face. "I was saying that I heard you were drugged," he said. "Not on purpose, but my friend Micah heard Daddy Werewolf say that the redheaded boy was giving off magic pheromones. I believe it because the guy I was dancing with got aggressive real fast and ripped my shirt open and started chewing on my nipples right in the middle of the dance floor. It was ... intense. Micah and Cameron were dancing with these twin guys, and they made them make out then started grinding their butts. They said that it was scary and amazing at the same time."
"Did it affect you guys too?" I asked.
He snorted like it was funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Dude, it didn't affect us that way," he said, "only the butch guys. Micah, Cameron, and I got horny, but not aggressive. Micah heard Daddy werewolf say that he almost lost it himself after throwing you off the redhead."
This story wasn't helping me as much as Oliver thought it was. "Did the guy who was biting your nipples have sex with you?"
"No," he said. "I gave him a handjob, though, after I explained that I hadn't done it yet and that I was saving it for someone special."
"What about Cameron and Micah?" I asked. "Did the twins fuck them?"
"No," he said. "Micah told me they came in their pants grinding against them. We were so horny after the dance that we went back to mine and Cameron's room and ... we're only virgins in the butt you know. We had some fun."
"None of the other guys raped anyone, Oliver," I said with a resigned sigh, "just me. And I'll never be able to undo it."
"Hey," Oliver said, "I'll make the first gesture. I'm not going to order you not to hurt me. I'm going to trust you until you show me you can't be trusted. And you prepared for class better than I did, so I'm going to beg you to work with me in lab. I know that I'm a smart guy, smarter than you probably, but you are way more organized than I am."
Shortly after that strange introduction, the TA came in and we started class. It was a beginning lab class, and it was all about lab procedures. We did a single experiment at the end that was all about the observations. Class only lasted a bit more than an hour. While working together, I noticed that Oliver wasn't joking about being rude. He seemed to miss a lot of social and conversational cues. I didn't think he meant anything by it. He was a weird kid, however.
When he noticed me struggling to obey unintentional command while not being too obvious, he got my attention and looked me square in the eye and said, "When you're with me, you will ignore the commands given by anyone other than your master unless I tell you to do them."
"Thank you, sir," I whispered back to him.
After class, I went back to the room to eat a late lunch alone. I didn't want anyone to smell the piss in my smoothie. I was reflecting on my first week in college. I had made four friends so far: Terrence, Simon, Philip, and Oliver. That wasn't bad, given my record. I wasn't happy about being a slave to an elf who, best as I could tell, didn't even have human feelings, but I was sure that I wouldn't have stopped lying to myself about who I was if he hadn't enslaved me. And if I hadn't been forced to question my beliefs, I would probably have still been the same bad person I always had been.
I had removed my clothing when I came in because I was required to be naked in the room. Once I had nothing more to do, I put a pillow on the floor and knelt in the display position. It was an hour or so before Master returned. He noted that I was in the correct position, but he ignored me while he completed a few tasks.
When he was done, he sat in the chair and said, "I've worked out the details of a deal with Elijah. You will be serving him until dawn. While he holds you in his power, you will refer to him as master, but he won't be able to change any of your orders from me. I have given him limits on what he can do, but you need to do what he says. He has broad latitude in disciplining you and I don't want you to invite extra punishment.
"You are going to have to serve as his slave in this same manner one weekend every month until I can secure him a replacement. I have plans for that and I will tell you what I want you to know later. He knows you, but the way, and doesn't seem to like you."
Then he put one hand against my cheek. If it weren't Master, I would assume that it was a sign of affection. "He's going to take you away from here while he has you," he explained, "but I saved some of your hair from your haircut and I have made a talisman that will allow me to reach you instantly. No matter what he tells you, he will not cause you any permanent harm. You must trust me on this."
He gestured for me to get up, then said, "Stretch out your muscles. They must be hurting from all that kneeling."
While I was stretching, he said, "I've been considering the matter of your brother and the threat he represents to you. I will handle this problem as well. Keep doing whatever he asks of you and let me handle it. He may have to suffer greatly for threatening my property."
There was a knock on the door and Dom went to answer it. I wasn't surprised at all when Elijah walked in. Master discussed the paper he'd been writing with him. They went through it point by point and then they whispered their oral contract. Then Elijah walked over and attached a leather collar around my neck above the silver chain. It had large rings in it. Finally, he attached a leash to the collar.
"Now we're going, slave," he said.
"Yes master," I replied.
He led me over to an open spot and pulled out his wand. It took him a minute of chanting and drawing a circle around us before the world faded to black and I fell through icy darkness. A moment later, I collapsed to my knees on a carpet with a circle of strange sigils on it. I was so nauseous I thought I was going to vomit.
He walked out of the circle and pulled my leash so that I had no choice but to follow. I tried to stand, but he ordered, "Crawl on your knees slave. You won't be standing in my presence unless I order you to do so anyway."
I crawled after him. He led me over to a different carpet and removed the leash. Then he said, "Kneel and display."
I knelt in the display position and looked around the room. It was filled with comfortable couches and chairs, and there was a bar against the wall with dozens of bottles. There were doors leading into other rooms, but this room had no windows. I remembered that I was naked, and that Elijah hadn't brought any clothes for me. I was ... somewhere ... and I had no clothes, phone or identification.
Elijah sat in a chair and snapped his fingers until I looked at him. "I own you until dawn," he said. "And I intend to get full use out of you. The boys are going to enjoy using you too. You're special to us because of your family. My boys can't lay a finger on your father, but they're going to enjoy taking his sins out on you. You're going to pay for generations of racial violence perpetrated by your family."
I shuddered at his words, but my traitorous cock began to stiffen. He walked over to a cupboard and removed some items and brought them over to me. He held up a leather body harness and put it on me. Leather straps crossed my chest and attached to a wide leather belt. Then he attached leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Next came a large butt plug with a dog tail sticking out the back. He slid the plug inside my ass. The neck was narrow enough to hold it in place. Last he had a pair of dog ears that fit on top of my head.
"Tonight, you are our slave puppy. You will remain on your hands and knees unless we order you to get up. And you won't speak. You'll bark instead. And you'd better bark with enthusiasm, no matter what you're told to do. Do you understand me?"
"Yes master," I said. Elijah took his crop and smacked me hard across the back.
"Dogs don't speak!" he reiterated. "Do you understand me?"
"Woof!" I barked.
A bell rang in another room and Elijah said, "As each guest comes into the room, you will crawl over to them, barking happily and sniff their crotches."
A thin man with dark skin, dreadlocks and a goatee came into the room. Another white boy in a puppy outfit like mine crawled over behind him on a leash. The boy looked like he was about my age, with a thin but muscular build and light brown hair. I crawled over and buried my face in the man's crotch and barked happily. The other pup crawled over to Master Elijah and did the same. Then the pup came over to me and started sniffing my butt and licking around the butt plug. When he was done, Master Elijah kicked me gently and said, go ahead pup Kyle, get your nose in there and greet your fellow pup. Like me, the other pup had an erect cock on the large end of average. He wasn't wearing nipple rings or earrings like I was, but both our cocks were hard.
Master Elijah got drinks for himself and his guest, then the two of them took dildos and used them to play fetch with us two pups while they talked. I thought this was weird, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. On some level, I think I really enjoyed it. The other pup was sort of cute.
The next guest to arrive was my height and seemed muscular like me. He had light brown skin, and brown hair curly hair. He had a white boy with him as well, but his seemed a lot younger. He was only about five foot five and probably didn't weigh more than 115 pounds or so. He had pale blond hair that hung past his shoulders and his body was hairless like mine. His skin was so pale that it didn't look like he ever got any sun. When he came in, he was wearing a trench coat, but underneath it he wore long pink stockings and a pink bow tie. He had the smallest penis I had ever seen, and it was covered in a tiny pink cage attached with pink ribbons to tie it in place. Both us pups crawled over to sniff the guest's crotch and then we licked the girly boy's butt and tickled his hole.
While we pups played on the floor, the girly boy sat demurely on his master's lap. The black men talked among themselves and ignored us except for the dildo fetch game. It was the oddest social gathering I'd ever been to.
More guests arrived, including many who came without their own white boy slave. But I saw one short and slightly built black man with lighter skin come in carried in a chair held aloft by two incredibly muscular white guys with bald heads and shaved bodies wearing leather jockstraps. Both men played attendance on their master. They were probably in their mid-forties, with strong mature features.
One guest arrived with three younger black men who must have been his sons. Each of them had a slave to attend them. The father had a muscular white man with large rings in his nipples and a metal mesh jockstrap. The oldest son, maybe my age or a little older, had a very pretty white boy who looked about 18 years old with bright blue eyes and black hair. He wore only jewelry, a silver collar, earrings, large nipple rings, a ring through his septum and a ring through the head of his penis.
His two younger sons didn't seem fazed to be among the men at all. One appeared to be about sixteen and looked like a well-built jock. He has a light skinned Hispanic slave boy who seemed to be 14 or 15. The slave wore a white jock strap and a collar and nothing else. And the youngest was about 13 and seemed thin and gangly. He had a white boy about the same age as himself who was wearing a pair of pink frilly panties and a lot of make-up.
As the evening wore on, more guests arrived with their slave boys. There were boys with bunny ears and butt plugs with little white bunny tails on them. Two dark-skinned men who looked like twins were accompanied by a set of twin boys who didn't appear to have been more than sixteen or seventeen, who wore cat ears and had cat make-up on their faces. There were a few more pup boys as well, including one who was probably fifty years old.
At one point, a man showed up accompanied by a dozen boys with shaved bodies. Six of them were white guys; one was a slender but buff Asian with spiky hair; two were Latino guys who may have been related; and three were black guys, two with light skin and one with very dark skin. All were wearing very short shorts and nothing else, and all had voices that I would have called gay before I realized that gay guys came in many varieties.
When it was dinner time, the delicious smell of pizza filled the room as a couple dozen pizzas were laid out on tables by the late arriving boys in the shorts. Bowls of salad were put on the ground for the bunny boys. Some of the muscly white boys were given smoothies in what looked like large baby bottles with penis shaped nipples to drink out of. The girly white boy sat on his master's lap and ate small pieces of pizza fed to him by hand by his master. But the cat boys and us pups were brought dishes with dry cat or dog food in them. Our masters pissed in the bowls to moisten the food and then we were told to finish it all.
It tasted terrible. I didn't know which was worse, the crunchy dog food or those pieces that had been softened by absorbing Elijah's piss. I knew better than to waste a single morsel of food.
After dinner, Master Elijah called for everyone's attention. I was brought into the center of the room where a sling was set up. "This fag pup here is the guest of honor tonight," he said. "You may not recognize him, but this is the youngest son of Pappy Mason. You all know Pappy Mason Motors, and the Pappy Mason Radio Network, and some of you may have been lucky enough to have lived in a home rented from Pappy Mason. We all know what racist son of a bitch he is. But Kyle Mason, his baby boy, is our bitch for the night.
"We're going to begin by laying him ass up across the sling so everyone can give him a swat with the paddle. This is a fundraiser to support our social club gentlemen, so it's going to cost you $5 to swat his ass with the paddle. You can go through the line as many times as you want. But I'm only borrowing the slave from his owner, and you must restrict your swats to the butt only. And when I say it's done, it's done.
"There will be other events to follow so don't spend all your money on swats. In the meantime, enjoy the music and the beer."
I was put face down in the sling and the rings on my wrists ankles and belt were attached to it so I couldn't move. Then the men started laughing and formed a line. I'd heard a lot of muttering while Elijah was talking about my father and his background. I couldn't describe every blow no matter how hard I tried. I know that I lost count. By time Elijah ended the event, my ass was bright red, and it pulsed with a hot throbbing ache.
I could barely stand when I was released from the sling. A few adjustments were made to it, and I was attached again, this time on my back with my head hanging down and my arms and legs held in an upright position. A lube bottle with a nozzle was shoved up my ass and I was filled with enough lube that it was leaking out of my hole. Elijah got everyone's attention again.
"It's now time to open the next event," he said. "For $10 you can fuck his face, and for $20 you can fuck his ass. For $50 you can get your hand stamped and use him until the event is closed. It's worth every penny to prove that not only is Pappy Mason's son a whore, but he's a cheap whore!"
There were more than two dozen alpha members of the club present that night, and all of them paid for at least one blowjob and one fuck. Most of them paid for the evening pass. In the end I took 40-50 loads in my ass and the same amount in my mouth. I was dripping cum from both ends by the time Elijah released me and put me back on the ground on hands and knees. I was glad that I wasn't expected to walk. Elijah shoved an even thicker dog tail butt plug back into my ass and sent me around to each of the guests. I was expected to beg like a dog until they agreed to piss in my mouth.
This was the most humiliating thing I'd ever been forced to do. And Elijah warned me, "If any of the guests or I have cause to guess that you're not completely enthusiastic about your task, I'll beat you again and make you start over."
I was the only one being forced to grovel and beg for piss and abuse. In fact, for all the strangeness of this club, everyone seemed to be having fun. The pup boys were playing fetch or panting with their tongues out while their masters patted their heads or rubbed their sides. The little kitten boys were curled up on their masters' laps being stroked and teased. So were the bunny boys. The girly boy seemed to really enjoy being bounced on his master's lap, and his master's lips were constantly kissing him on the neck or the lips. Even the muscle boys, sitting on the floor holding onto their masters' legs seemed to be happy. The only ones working were the boys in the shorts, and I got the impression they were here as caterers and to provide service for those without their own boys.
Sometime after midnight, the party began to break up. I was led to the door to kiss the feet of each guest as they left. Some of them spat in my mouth before going. Of course, I swallowed it. Once the guests were gone, Master Elijah had me crawl after him to a large bedroom off the main room. He got naked and climbed into bed, then patted the mattress next to him and said, "Here boy. Here Kyle. Climb up into the bed."
I climbed up and crawled over to him. "I have a special treat for you boy," he said. "There's one more bone you haven't had tonight because I've been too busy making sure the guests were taken care of to take advantage of your talents.
He held his erection up and I pounced on it. It was a big and beautiful cock, nine inches long and more than three inches in diameter. It had very little taper and was like a thick cylinder across its entire length. I'd had so many cocks in my mouth that I knew one more wouldn't be a strain, even one more this big.
"Beg for it fag pup," Master Elijah demanded.
I sat up and lifted my arms in front of me and whined like a dog begging for a treat. "If you want it so bad, go ahead and suck it," he said.
I woofed a few times and licked it up one side and down another. Then I slid my mouth down over it and began to take him deep into my throat. "You like this, don't you pup?" he asked.
I whined around the cock in my throat to show that the answer was yes. "You got soft near the end of your spanking, but before and after that you were hard as an iron bar. I know that I saw you shoot off at least twice and you're still dripping. I think your cock loves it when you're humiliated."
He came in my mouth and then held my head until he started pissing. I took it all without making a mess on the bed. "Come on up here now, Kyle," he said. "You don't have to be a pup anymore. I want to hold you in my arms while I sleep."
I crawled up and lay in the crook of his arm. He wasn't taller than me, but his body was more powerful than mine.
"Thank you, master," I croaked. My throat had been rubbed raw from all the cock I'd swallowed.
"You should know that you have a good friend in Terrence," he said. "I had some much nastier things planned for you tonight: ball weights, alligator clips, sounding and more. But Terrence came close to threatening me, so I decided to keep it mild. Did you like everything we did tonight?"
"Spanking too hard master," I croaked.
"What about being a puppy?" he asked.
"Yes master," I admitted with a blush. That was the strangest revelation I'd had all night. Being treated as a gay puppy had really turned me on.
"What about the sling?" he asked.
"Yes master," I croaked. By then end was feeling proud at all the cocks I'd taken up my ass and down my throat.
"The dog food?" he asked.
"No master," I replied. I hated the dog food. It was the worst thing about the evening.
"So, you like being a pup, but not eating like one. If you're my pup again, I'll make sure to give you something else in your doggy bowl. What about the piss drinking?" he asked.
"No master. Don't like piss," I said.
"Hmm. That's on your approved diet that Nico gave me. I'm surprised he insisted on it. He must be crueler than I am. If you were mine, you would still drink my own piss, but I wouldn't have you serve the whole club."
"Why don't you guys like white guys?" I asked, feeling emboldened.
"You may have got that impression from the fact that they were so hard on you. That wasn't because you're white, but because of your family's racist history. No, I think you'll find that the members of my club like white guys very much. It's really the power dynamic that's the turn on. We have a few members who have black slaves. You saw Leon and his sons? Well, Leon's oldest son isn't a master. He's a slave. But he and his master weren't here tonight.
"Trevor loves his little girly boy, Bella. Their going to get married next summer. And you saw the way Kayden and Jayden are with their little kittens. Most of our members love white boys, but white boys come into this club only if they're owned by a black man. There are no white alphas because this is safe place for gay black men. You'd be surprised how my gay brothers get treated in a lot of gay places.
"Most of the members have white slaves because for some reason white boys seek us out to become our slaves. Personally, I love black guys, but my relationship with them is more equal. I wouldn't be opposed to having a black slave, if one presented himself, but my two boys are both white boys."
"Why your boys not here tonight?" I asked with a broken voice.
"Not tonight, not with you being disciplined for the sins of your father – something I think you'll find you liked if you think about it. My boys are delicate little things, very pretty, but timid. I think they would have been distressed to see you being punished, even if you were enjoying it. I'll introduce you sometime. Kendal is a soft boy who dropped out of college because he hated it. He keeps house for me and had become quite the cook. He has the sweetest little cocklet. It's only three inches when hard. He likes to wear silky panties. Tristan is a little darker skinned, a light beige boy. He's part Filipino. He's taller than Kendal at five foot six, but he's just as slender. He graduates this year with a degree in English literature. He plans to stay with me and write books from home. He's already published some well received gay romance eBooks. I'm very proud of them and I love them both."
"Sleep now Kyle," he said. "You don't have anything to fear from me. I'm not planning on stealing you away from your master, not really. I just wanted to see him sweat a little. Besides, he enjoys a negotiation more if it's a challenge and I really made him work hard for this one. When I take you in the future, I'll try to introduce you to more kinky things you may enjoy."
He held me and stroked my back until I fell asleep.
College Magic Cycle Characters (Readers' Version)
This list includes all the named characters introduced in the story so far. The list may contain spoilers for the story you are reading. If you want to avoid the spoilers, don't read about new characters in this chapter.
Major Characters
· Alonzo Santiago 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 Finley 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
· Aidan Stringer. A freshman staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man.
· Alan Somers. A freshman and newly discovered mage who took his oath to the Concordium with Alonzo and Kieran.
· Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant James McManus.
· 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
· David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia.
· 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.
· Edgar Krause. A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate.
· Edward Mason. Kyle's 31-year-old brother.
· Elijah Jackson. 24-year-old graduate student in history. He's 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighs 270 pounds of solid muscle. He has dark brown skin, strong African features, and medium length hair he wears in dreadlocks. He's a mage with a specialty in transmutation. He's also an advisor for student athletes. He was a wrestler as an undergraduate.
· Gideon Blackburn. A muscular man with dark brown skin, brown eyes and black hair in tight, kinky curls. He's about 30 years old and works as at a waxing salon on the edge of town that takes male clients. It seems popular in the gay, BDSM community. He likes fisting (giving, not receiving), and he's a shifter who turns into a lynx.
· Gordan Cooper. A sophomore werewolf and a friend of Adrian Stringer. Edgar Krause's roommate.
· 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.
· James McManus. A fair skinned guy with reddish hair who shares a literature class with Jason and Kieran. He admires Jason's relationship with Kieran and would like to control his own boyfriend Amir the same way.
· 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.
· Marvin Lichtenberg. A junior mage who still lives in the dorm. He's the mage healer on campus and helps Clarissa with the Pagan Traditions club. He carries an obsidian dagger he uses as a focus for his spells.
· 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.
· Mordecai Adler. A 50-year-old mage who is a high-ranking member of the custodes and of the American FBI. He's a powerfully built man with dark olive skin tone and black hair that is just beginning to turn gray at the temples.
· 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's about 6 feet tall and muscular, with light skin and brown hair. He's a shifter who turns into a lynx. He becomes Kyle's partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that cares about Kyle. Domenic saved him from a were-wolf in his freshman year. He lives off-campus near the woods by a different trailhead from the one used by the were-wolves.
· 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.
· Terrence Green. A basketball player for the school. A 21-year-old junior, standing six foot eight inches tall, with deep bronze skin color and brown eyes. He has full lips and rounded features. He wears his black hair in very short, kinky curls. He's recently confessed to Kyle that he's gay and is afraid to come out of the closet.
· Vicky Garcia. A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems, and she really hates rapists.
· Willie Coombs. A 40-year-old man with dark brown skin and mid-length hair that hangs in dreadlocks. He's Xav's man at the Wolf House and he works at the Marriott Hotel in the kitchen. He caters breakfast at Xav's house every day.
· Zeno Schiller. A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn.