College Magic Cycle

Elf Master Chapter 9

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.

This cycle includes four storylines. The stories intertwine. They are listed in the College Magic Cycle folder in the suggested reading order.

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Author's Notes

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·        Several of the stories in the College Magic Cycle deal with transformation. Kieran got smaller, but it's not apparent to those who can't see through the velamen arcanum. Alonzo got smaller, but then he changed reality so that he had always been smaller. He did the same thing to Erik after making him grow from 66 inches to 77 inches

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Elf Master Chapter 9

Second Week of School

Kyle

I was dreaming, although I didn't know it at the time, and in the dream I was lying across Edward's lap. I was an adult, but he had somehow grown to twice his normal size and I was like a child lying in his lap. He beat my ass until I cried, then he started yelling at me.

"You're a faggot boy, and I'm going to show you what we do to faggots around here!" he screamed.

I could see my brothers and sisters standing around laughing while Edward slapped my butt with a giant dildo more than a foot in length. He pushed the head against my ass, and I started kicking my legs like a child about to get a spanking.

"No! Get that thing aways from me," I screamed.

My dad walked out of the shadows and belted me in the face with his fist. He snarled, "Faggots get fucked boy; it's what you've always wanted."

Edward ground the head of that dildo into my ass until it popped inside. I let out a howl of pain as that massive dildo punched through my hole repeatedly. It hurt worse than Gideon's fist had hurt.

Suddenly I was a child and Edward towered over thrusting something inside me. I was crying and begging him to stop, steady streams of tears flowing down my cheeks, but he just leered at me like he was enjoying what he was doing, and like he was enjoying my pain and suffering. I could see that his dick was hard and was pushing against the front of his pants.

Then Edward was normal size again. I was lying on a bed with a belt wrapped around my neck. It was choking me so that I couldn't breathe while Eddy was beating me with his fists. I wanted to fight back, but Nico was standing in the corner. He shook his head at me and said, "Do whatever your brother asks of you."

Edward continued to beat my face. I could feel my lip split and my nose break. Edward smiling and then his face changed, and I could tell that he was cumming in his pants from the excitement of beating me.

At some point the dream changed and I was the aggressor. I was back in that bathroom the Sunday before and Kieran was there. I tried to stop the dream, but I couldn't. I grabbed the boy's small body and threw him to the ground. He was dressed like his roommate with one of those Chinese jackets with the high collar, and the contours of his little round butt were visible through the thin trousers he wore.

I ripped the shirt open and exposed his hairless chest. He was crying and begging me to stop, but I overpowered him and ripped his pants open. I was overcome with lust, and I wanted to get inside his fine little ass. I yanked his pants down and thrust my fingers against his hole only to discover that it was filled by a butt plug. I pulled on it and tried to yank it out by force. I screamed and gave it a harder pull, but it wouldn't budge.

Kieran kept begging me to stop, but I didn't listen. He was crying, but his tears turned me on. My cock felt like it was swollen almost to bursting. Since I couldn't have his ass, I thrust my cock into his mouth and started fucking his face like a barbarian. I crushed his nuts in my hand to keep him from biting my dick. In my dream, I was even more brutal than I had been that night. I slapped his face and twisted his balls. I bit him hard on the shoulder and on the nipple. When I came, I came hard. He was choking and bawling his eyes out.

The Darren grabbed me from behind and threw me off the boy. He wasn't in his wolfman form; he looked like he did that night he'd beaten the crap out of me in the forest. I thought he was going to kill me, but then he turned to comfort Kieran's cries. I scrambled back and fled the room.

And that's when I woke up. I was shaking and I felt cold despite the warmth in the room. Philip was sleeping soundly beside me, snoring contentedly. I dragged myself out of bed and went into the shower. I sat down in the stall and let the warm water pour down over my body. I don't know how long I sat there before Philip came in the room.

"Are you okay in there," he asked shaking the shower curtain.

I realized the water wasn't warm anymore, so I turned it off and stood up. When I opened the shower curtain, Philip was standing there holding a fresh towel. He handed it to me, and I started drying myself off.

"Sorry, I used all your hot water," I said.

He put a hand on my shoulder and repeated in a soothing voice, "Are you okay?"

I thought about that for a moment. I wasn't sure whether I was alright. I'd been numb when I woke up. I had some feeling back now, but I still felt a little numb. I'd known it was going to be bad when my family found out, but I had no idea that it would be that bad. I didn't know if Edward had tried to kill me, or if he'd just been playing some sadomasochistic game that I didn't know about.

"I asked if you were okay this morning," Philip said. He sounded concerned.

"I think so, sir," I said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

I shook my head and finished drying my hair. "I can't, sir," I said.

Philip had a worried look on his face. "Did I do anything wrong?" he asked. "Last night, I mean."

"No!" I replied with false enthusiasm. "You were great, sir. What you did for me was amazing."

I saw that he wasn't satisfied with my answer and that he was about to ask something else, but I interrupted him. "It wasn't you sir. Something happened to me yesterday, something I can't talk about. I had a bad dream and ..."

Philip smiled and wrapped his arms around me. "I won't push," he said, "but if you want to talk to me, I'll be available."

"Thank you, sir," I replied. "If I feel like talking, I'll call you."

I knew that I wouldn't call him to talk about this issue. I didn't really know him that well. The only ones that knew me this well were Nico, Simon and – strangely enough ­– Oliver. Nico couldn't possibly understand what I was feeling. I wasn't entirely sure that he had normal human feelings. And I didn't know if I could talk to either of the other two about this. They'd forgiven me, but I doubted that they respected me; how could they after all the things I'd done. I didn't even respect myself. And if they knew about Edward and what he did, what he did now and what he did when I was a child, they'd respect me even less.

I made my excuses and drove back to campus. It was Labor Day and there were no classes, but Master was expecting me back. And I needed to get back to my routine. Maybe it would make me forget for a while.

Master was waiting for me when I got into the room. I stripped off my clothes and knelt on the floor in front of him. Being back in my slave routine was comforting in a way. It kept my mind from wandering.

But it was surprising when Master placed his hand on my head and said, "I've taken care of the thing with your brother. He will never hurt you again. And I didn't even have to kill him. He's also going to support you when the rest of the family finds out."

"How did you manage that sir," I asked. I was honestly impressed, and more than a little bit curious.

"When he attacked you, he became my legitimate target just like you did when you attacked Kieran. I cursed him, and then I put a trigger on the curse. So long as he works to support you, the curse won't take effect," he said. "You're my property and I take care of my property."

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I was relieved that Eddie was looking out for me, but it made me sad to think that it took threats from my master to get even this concession from him. Was my relationship with my family ruined? And did it matter if it was? Was it worthwhile to try and save a relationship that was toxic on so many levels?

I sucked master's cock. I was distracted by all the thoughts floating around in my head, but the act of pleasuring him focused my mind and those distractions began to fade. Once I was done, I made my breakfast smoothie. I felt relief when I added water to the powder instead of urine. Then I hurried to get ready for my morning workout on the health trail. I'd promised Simon that I would meet him at the exercise point closest to our dorm. He wanted to put together a health program and I'd promised to exercise with him.

Buckwalder had laid out a black jock, thin white knit shorts that barely covered my butt and a pale pink muscle shirt that was cut low in the front and left an inch of my belly showing. Simon was dressed in gray knit shorts and a tee shirt. He'd been out for years but he looked less gay than I did. We wasted no time getting started. He was fit enough for a slender guy, and he was never going to bulk up, no matter what exercises he did. What he really needed was an exercise buddy who could help keep him on track. And it was the least I could do for Simon given everything he had done for me, and everything I had done to him.

I encouraged him through his exercises before doing my own. I was doing inclined sit-ups (I'd adjusted the board to a greater angle than Simon had used) and Simon was sitting on the bench, near my feet, his hands on my ankles. It wasn't necessary despite the angle because I could hold on by hooking my feet under the bar. It felt good though. His hands were strong and warm. And then he scooted forward and moved his hands to my calves, and that felt even better. I couldn't stop myself from getting a little hard. I'd been attracted to him from the moment I'd seen him, with his brown skin and black hair that hung in loose ringlets, and his clear eyes that seemed to shine with intelligence. His lips were full and well-shaped.

I shook my head to stop that line of thought. I'd already blown my chances with Simon when I'd beaten the crap out of him for looking at me (never mind that I'd been looking at him just as hard). Simon was my friend now, and that's all we ever going to be. Simon was giving me a strange look. I swallowed hard and tried make my erection go down, but that wasn't working.

I overdid it a bit with the sit ups. I was trying to tighten my abs because I was losing weight and the skin was getting a little loose. I'd been carrying an extra 20-30 pounds of fat on my gut, but I'd lost a little more than ten pounds already. I had to stretch after I finished.

"Is everything alright, Kyle," Simon asked, putting a hand on my arm.

"I'm fine, sir," I replied. "I'm just having some problems with my family."

I couldn't tell what he was referring to. Was he talking about me getting hard looking at him again, or was it something else? He'd seemed distracted all morning himself. I hadn't wanted to tell him about that, but it just came out. He hadn't even ordered me to tell him. He'd just asked.

"Come, sit down," Simon said, moving to the bench nearby.

He couldn't have chosen a better place if he wanted to make me open up to him. This was the same bench where I told him about my history of abusing gay boys. It was the same bench where we'd become friends. I sat down next to him.

Simon put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Did they find out that you're gay?"

I nodded and whispered, "Yeah, my brother Eddie found out."

"I take it he wasn't happy about it?" Simon asked.

I gave a sad chuckle and replied, "Not happy at all, sir. When we met up he ... well, he let me know how unhappy he was."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure, sir," I replied. "I want to talk about it because it's eating me up inside, but I don't want to talk about it because ... because I don't know how I feel."

"You don't have to tell me any details," Simon said, "but I'd like you to tell me what you're feeling. Just the emotions and your reactions."

I took a deep breath and then sighed. "I feel numb, sir, but I also feel like I'm in pain. My relationship with my family was never what I thought it was. If it was, Eddie wouldn't have treated me the way he did. He was ... when I was a child that is, he was like my dad. I had a dad, but Eddie was twelve years older than me, and I looked up to him. He always took care of me, and now he's so fucking pissed off that he ... I can't say anything more, sir. I can't."

"It's okay, Kyle," he said. "Collect yourself before we continue."

I's been on the verge of crying, but I choked off a sob. And then I just started choking as my body tried to sob and my mind tried to stop it. Simon started pounding on my back. Then he said, "Ignore everything I just said."

I stopped choking but Simon still looked concerned. "Shit! I hate this stupid magic slavery thing," he said. "Kyle I'm going to give you a direct order that you have no choice but to obey. From now on, you are forbidden to follow any command I give you unless I begin the command with the phrase `Simon says'. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," I replied. I was relieved that I wouldn't be jumping to obey his every word. It was interfering with our friendship.

"And Simon says don't call me `sir' all the time," he added. "Just talk to me like you would if you hadn't been ordered to call me sir all the time."

"Thank you Simon," I replied. "That makes me happier than you could possibly imagine."

"If I'd thought of it, I would have done it before," he said. "I want to be your friend, Kyle and I don't want to be walking on eggshells around you, afraid that I'll be mentally abusing you with my words and not even know it."

I didn't know what to say, so I just put an arm around his shoulders and repeated myself, "Thank you, Simon. I'll never be able to repay you for this."

"Friends don't have to repay favors," he said. "But if you ever decide to talk about what's going on with your family, give me a call. And we should get back to exercising if we're going to finish anytime soon."

We finished the track. I wanted to reach out and tell Simon everything, but I couldn't. He would begin to pity me, and I didn't think I could handle that. I wanted his friendship, not his pity. I wanted more than that, but I forced that thought out of my mind. Simon was too confusing for me. My body reacted to him as if he were one of those pretty little gay boys who always aroused me so much, but his touch made me want to submit instead of dominating. Given our history, how could I possibly have that discussion with him.

Master left me alone to do my homework. When I got in, I stripped down, lubed up the dildo on my chair and eased myself down on it. I could feel it's fullness in my ass, but I'd learned to concentrate on my work and not allow myself to be distracted too much. I read ahead in math, history, economics, and business. I only had science left and I had a study group for that, and it was going to meet after lunch. I drank a smoothie, took a shower, and got dressed in a clean outfit as revealing as I'd come to expect; silky pink running shorts, a dark red jock whose waistband sat just above the shorts and a tight rainbow patterned muscle shirt. The waistband of the jock read, "Kyle Mason, Owned Boy."

As I was getting ready to leave, Master said, "Don't forget to obey orders and to service men who demand it."

"Yes master!" I replied.

I'd come to love sucking cock, but I didn't want to obey this order. I wanted my study group to remain separate from this slavery of mine. I just wanted to have a normal college experience when it came to studying. I'd been looking forward to this meeting, but now it was ruined. I dreaded going because it was going to be one more reminder of my eternal slavery. I couldn't stop thinking about it all the way to the library where Oliver had signed up for a study room.

When I got there, the only one I recognized was Oliver. The table could easily seat six people, eight if you squeezed a person on each end. There were three people already there, including Oliver. Except for me, they were all small twinks. Oliver introduced us. The boy with the freckles and the red hair was named Cameron, and the other boy had light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. His name was Lalo, which struck me as particularly strange.

"Ethan and Micah can't make it today, despite agreeing to do so last Friday, so we're still waiting for one more," Oliver said, giving a stern look at Lalo when he said it. Lalo shrugged and gave a weak little grin.

"Take a seat Kyle," Oliver directed, pointing at the seat right next to Lalo.

Lalo was sitting on one of the long sides of the table by himself. Oliver and Cameron sat on the other end. I just sat where I was directed. This was Oliver's show, and I was doing as I was told. Lalo gave me an appreciative look as I took the seat next to him, but he kept glancing at Oliver out of the corner of his eye. I wondered if the somewhat clueless Oliver was picking up on the fact that Lalo really liked him.

It didn't take long for our last member to join us. His name was Tristan. He stood only five and half feet tall and he had sandy hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. He took the seat next to me and I couldn't help but notice the wary look he and Lalo exchanged. They were both wary of each other.

"Good. We're all here now," Oliver said.

He waved his wand and the door shut and locked itself. Then he looked around the room and gave us all a smile. I recognized all the faces in the room. We were in the same lecture section of our science class, but not all in the same lab. As far as I could tell, Oliver, Lalo, Tristan, and I were in one section, while Cameron and the two missing members of our group were in another.

Oliver tapped his wand on the table and said, "Everyone here is aware, so we don't need to talk around the magic world while we study. Furthermore, we represent the major groups on campus. Cameron and I are mages. So are Ethan and Micah. Kyle is mundane and Lalo and Tristan are both versipelles. Lalo is a werewolf and Tristan is a wererat.

"My mother says that all the infighting between our groups is inane, and there's no reason we can't just live and let live. So, we're going to prove her point by working together and getting the best grades in the class."

After a brief affirmation we went to work. When I pulled out my notes, Oliver made me project them on the white board with the projector on the ceiling. There was a cable outlet on the wall, so it was easy enough. The guys were praising my organization, but I told them that it was really Simon's system. That got a look from Lalo. I guessed it made sense that they knew each other since they were both werewolves.

We went over all the material for the last week and then made plans for regular meetings on Fridays going forward (Apparently both Ethan and Micah had texted that they could make it that day). The meeting had gone well. No one made any comments about my clothes or made me feel different in any way. We'd focused solely on the class material. It was one of the most normal college experiences I'd had since coming here.

As we were breaking up, Lalo called me outside and said, "I was there and I saw what happened in the woods, but I didn't participate. I thought it was terrible, especially after Simon told me about ... well, everything. And Daddy Werewolf – he still hates you; just so you know – he said that there was something in the air that night that was affecting everyone. I just wanted you to know that I think you're getting a raw deal. I didn't know how bad until Oliver told me who your master was. I have no power and no influence, but I just wanted you to know that I understand and I'm on your side."

Oliver came out and put his hand on Lalo's shoulder and the Latino boy shivered a little. "Wait for me Eddy," he said. "I need talk to Kyle for a few minutes. I'll join you downstairs in the lobby."

"Sure, thing Oli," he said, then he walked away. "Don't be too long."

At the name Eddy I shivered a little myself. I had a sudden flashback to my brother beating my nine-year-old ass and raping me with a vibrator. My chest got tight, and I swallowed hard. Then I asked, "Why'd you call him Eddy if his name is Lalo?"

Oliver laughed and said, "His name is Eduardo, and I have no idea why his nickname is Lalo. It must be like Peggy being short for Margaret."

He led me back into the room. Cameron was getting ready to leave. "Are you going to come, Oliver?" he asked.

"I'll meet you for dinner later, Cam," he said. "I need to talk to Kyle for a moment. Why don't you wait for Lalo downstairs?"

Cameron nodded and left, but he shook my hand first, saying, "I was there that night, Kyle. I felt the magical pheromones and they pushed me to do things I wouldn't have, and I understand it was worse for guys like you. That's all I'm saying."

Tristan came up and said with a smile, "I'm fucking clueless man, but that's okay. But coming up and talking to you seems to be the thing to do today, and I didn't want to be left out. It was good meeting you."

Then he turned to Oliver and said, "That worked out well, Oli. Thank you. I don't think it will work, but it's worth a try."

When he'd left, Oliver said, "Sit down, Kyle, so we can talk."

I sat down immediately, and he sighed. "I'm sorry, Kyle. I didn't mean to do that. From now on, unless your master is with you, you won't have to call anyone sir when I'm around. I've already told you not to follow anyone's orders if I'm here, so I'm going to add this proviso. You don't have to obey my orders either unless I use the phrase `hearken to my words'."

I laughed and said, "Good luck working that into a sentence without raising some eyebrows."

Oliver had a serious expression on his face. "I know that Kyle. It's why I chose it. I won't accidentally give you an order."

"Why are you doing all this for me, Oliver," I asked. "I appreciate it more than you can know, but why?"

Oliver shrugged and replied, "I like you, and it's the right thing to do. My mother is a leader in the Liberal Party in the Conclave. She taught me that mages shouldn't abuse mundanes, no matter what the law says."

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "You are one of the good guys, Oliver."

"Thank you," he said. "But I would like it very much if you told me what was wrong with you today. Tristan told me that you were upset. He could smell it on you. Sorry I didn't notice it myself."

It wasn't a command. He'd made sure that he couldn't accidentally give me an order. In that moment I was so grateful to him that I couldn't express it. Other than a single kiss, he didn't seem to be interested in me sexually. It was kind of insulting, but it also made me feel good. He and Simon were the only friends I had who'd made no demands of any kind on me. He didn't seem to judge me, either. I felt emotionally safe with him.

"It's an ugly story," I said. "Are you sure you're ready to hear it?"

He replied, "Go ahead and tell me ... if you want to, that is."

I thought about it for a minute, then I told him the whole story about my brother Eddie and the way he'd treated me, how he'd choked me and abused me. I told him that I'd thought I was going to die. I hadn't planned to do it, but then I told him all about my childhood and how Eddy had assaulted me when I was nine. Then I told him about all the racist things I'd said and done. By the time I'd moved on to my internalized homophobia and self-hatred, I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't stop myself from admitting my history of violence, how I'd beaten on gay boys who excited me.

Oliver sat there and watched me cry. He has overly large eyes and a sharp nose that made him look like an owl. I was sure that I was burning all my bridges with him, destroying my friendship with one of only two friends I had who just seemed to like me for who I was instead of what I could do for him.

"It must have been terrible," he said when I'd finally stopped crying.

"What must have been terrible?" I asked.

He put a hand on mine and said, "It must have been terrible to hate yourself so bad that you did stuff like that. And it must be terrible to feel like there's no way you can ever make up for what you did?"

I looked up at Oliver. "You said that you didn't understand human feelings very well," I said. "You were wrong."

He shook his head and replied, "I said that I'm not observant. Once Tristan told me that you were upset, I was able to see it. And I understand a little psychology. I've read about childhood trauma. If you've changed, then I can't hold you responsible for things you did in the past. It wouldn't be proper at all."

"Do you believe that I've changed?" I asked.

"According to Lalo, Simon does. The question is, do you believe you've changed?" he replied.

"I hope so Oliver," I said. "I really hope so."

"Then we'll find a way to help you forgive yourself," he said.

Talking to Oliver helped. Maybe it was because he was kind of cold and intellectual that I felt that I could talk to him. Maybe it was because there wasn't and never had been anything sexual between us, but I felt strangely comfortable telling him things. I'd admitted what I'd done to Simon, but I hadn't acknowledged what had been done to me. Oliver didn't pity me. He felt sorry that I'd gone through those experiences, but I didn't see a shred of pity in his eyes.

We walked down to the lobby of the library and parted ways. Oliver walked off with Cameron and Lalo and I went to the gym to meet up with Philip. We'd finalized our exercise schedule and it was going to be Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, with me going to his house on Saturdays. We'd originally said Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, but this worked out better for both our schedules.

The gym wasn't too crowded, and I found Philip easily. He was waiting in the lobby. He surprised me by walking up and kissing me right there in front of everyone. It felt good. People were looking at us. They knew that I was gay, but it looked like Philip and I were boyfriends, not a slave and a freeman. Today had started terribly, but it had gotten so much better. I was finally beginning to feel good about myself again.

Philip and I worked out according to the schedule he's given me. I was working out twice a day and loving it. It made me feel powerful, like I had some control over my life. My exercise plan included a lot of work on my legs and glutes. I'd always been bigger in the chest and arms, so I needed the work to even out my frame. I also liked the idea that my butt might be getting firmer and sexier. I was tired but feeling good.

There were a couple of guys working out who kept looking at me. With this much skin on display, I was getting used to it. In fact, I kind of liked it. Now that I'd accepted myself as gay, I was loving the attention. I liked feeling sexy.

I wanted to make out in the shower, but those two guys had come in with us. Luckily, they finished quickly and went out into the locker room. As soon as they were gone, I fell to my knees and took Philip's cock in my hands. It didn't take long before he was proudly erect. Then I swallowed him all the way to the root and began to suck for all it was worth. Not only did I like him and like sucking his cock, but I also wanted to make sure that everything was still good between us.

He grabbed my head and groaned, "God damn that's good, Kyle. You're so sexy, like a damned sex god. I'm going to shoot a big fucking load right down your throat."

Then he did. I swallowed his load until he stopped pumping, and then I licked him clean. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet and kissed me again under the warm water. He was good to me and kind, and I appreciated it a lot. I was grateful to him. And I wished that ... I wished that I loved him. I liked him, and I liked having sex with him, but I didn't love him. I wasn't sure what love looked like, but I came closest to a feeling I thought might be it with Terrance, or with ... No! I wasn't even going to say it.

We walked back into the locker room to get dressed, but those two guys I'd seen earlier came walking up while I still had a towel wrapped around my waist. I was still carrying between twenty and thirty pounds of excess weight, probably half of it in my gut, but other than that I was looking fine, so I wasn't embarrassed until one of them held up his phone and showed me the picture from my Grindr profile.

"Are you Jock Bitch Boy?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes sir," I whispered.

"Then get on your fucking knees so you can suck my dick," he commanded.

The other guy looked at Philip and said, "Are you a fucking slave cunt like your friend?"

Philip looked ready to start a fight, but I said, "No sir, he's not. And he's leaving.

"Go now Philip. This is who I am, sir, and you know it. Just go."

Philip looked pained. I knew that he wanted to fight these guys, but he knew that I had to do what they ordered me to do. He wasn't my master, and he couldn't interfere. I could see it in his eyes. He'd been thinking about me as his boyfriend. It was a delusion that he'd been building in his eyes. Now he saw me for what I was, and I was sure that he would want nothing else to do with me. I was a dirty whore.

Philip squeezed his eyes closed, grabbed his bag, and stormed out of the locker room.

I knelt and took the first guy's cock in my mouth and started sucking. I was getting good at this. He started moaning right away. The other guy was filming it on his phone, then he sent a text with the video attached.

"We haven't been free any other time you were giving it away to whoever who showed up, so my friends and I have been waiting to find you available," he said. "I don't know why you've decided to be such nasty slut, but we're going to give you what you're asking for. The others will be here as soon as they can."

I heard the notifications start going off on his phone while he resumed filming. If those were his friends, it sounded like a half dozen, maybe more were on their way. I forced myself to smile at him and then I dropped to my knees. I later found it that it was just two guys, sending a lot of comments about the video.

"Can I suck your cock, sir," I said, feigning enthusiasm.

"Beg me, cunt," the guy demanded with a smirk as he pointed his camera directly at my face.

"Please sir, I need to see your cock," I begged. "I need to feel your manly cock in my throat and taste your cum."

He didn't stop looking at me like he was waiting for something more. He didn't just want a blowjob and begging for his cock didn't seem to be enough, so I decided to abase myself and see if that worked. I reached a hand up touched his hard cock through his shorts.

"I'm just a bitch, sir, and I need to feel a real man's cock in my mouth," I said. "Please let me suck your cock. If I can't be a real man, I need to taste a real man. It's all I need to fulfill my purpose in life."

"Since you're begging so nicely, you can suck it, but only if you really want to," he said.

"I do, sir, I want to suck your cock more than anything. Feeling you thrust inside my mouth will let me pretend that I'm a real man for a while, at least for as long as your manly cum is inside me." I was really pouring it on thick, but that seemed to be what he wanted.

"Maybe my cum will help you become a man," he said. He was still pointing his phone camera directly at my face.

I reached up and pulled his shorts down, revealing his sweaty jock. I could smell light body odor mixed with the undeniably masculine scent of his groin. I glanced up at his face. He looked part Asian to me, kind of like a light skinned Jason Lee. He had the same warrior's cheekbones and the same narrow eyes that seemed to look right inside me like he could see everything that I was, and he wasn't impressed. He was thin and muscular like Jason as well, but his body was a little hairier. That and his green eyes and medium brown wavy hair were probably a gift from a Caucasian mother or father.

Unlike his friend, he was hot, and I could get into servicing him. The friend probably weighed as much as I did, but he was four inches shorter. He had a short beard that was light brown, but already beginning to turn gray at the corners of his mouth. He had a mysterious leer on his face that made me nervous. I was suddenly glad that the mouthy guy who'd started it all was here. I felt safer with him present than I would without him.

His cock was uncircumcised, which I'd found I preferred, and I thought it looked sexy and powerful, about eight inches long and more than two inches wide, with a slightly darker color than his skin. I took it into my mouth. It was a couple inches bigger than mine, and thick enough that I would have been gagging on it a week ago, before I'd learned to swallow so well. It filled my throat and brushed against my tonsils as it slid down.

"Your mouth feels good, bitch!" he said. "It fits my cock like a glove."

He was smiling at me now, and it was no longer an arrogant smirk. It was more like he was enjoying himself. When the cold and superior look came over his face again, it was like a mask coming over his face.

He grabbed my head with his hands and started hammering my face, fucking my mouth like a savage. "That's it, bitch, take it like a man," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you until I shoot straight down into your belly."

The other guy was making a video now. I could tell that he was aroused because his hard cock was pushing against his shorts, and he kept touching himself. I put him out of my mind and concentrated on the stud with his dick in my mouth. I grabbed his firm ass cheeks and kneaded them with my hands. That seemed to get him even more excited.

Suddenly his body tensed, and he slammed as far into my throat as he could, burying my nose in his sweaty pubes. Being used by this hot guy and being overwhelmed by his masculine smell had made me hard as well.

"Take my load, you fucking bitch!" he yelled as he shot load after load into my throat. When he finished, he pulled his cock out and wiped it on my face. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did ... bitch."

He had a warm smile on his face as he said that. Then he patted my head and pulled up his shorts. "I'm Ryan Masters," he said. I thought "Masters" was a good last name for him. The he pointed to his friend and said, "This is Abe, and you need to show him as good a time as you showed me."

He pulled out his phone and started recording me again as I turned to face the heavyset man who was waiting eagerly for me. His smile didn't seem threatening any more, and the excitement was coming through loud and clear. I lifted my hand to the waistband of his shorts, but he stopped me with one surprisingly strong hand.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Kyle Mason," I replied. I decided to follow the spirit of my master's rules, not just the letter, so I added, "Can I please suck your powerful cock, sir?"

He got a serious look on his face and asked, "Do you really want to do this? Because I don't want to do it unless you really want to. Fantasy aside, I'm not really into rape."

That was a hard question for me to answer. I was blowing strangers in the bathroom because my master had ordered me to do it, but I was enjoying myself now that I was doing it. And this guy seemed less threatening and much nicer now. I wasn't physically attracted to him, but when I thought about it, I did want to see his cock. My master had promised me that I would learn to like all kinds of cocks from all kinds of men, and damned if he hadn't been right about that too.

"I want to suck your cock, sir," I said, playing with the waistband of his shorts.

"And you don't want us to do anything back to you?" he asked.

"I can't, sir," I replied. "I have a master who doesn't want me to fuck anyone or to get my dick sucked or stroked."

Ryan put a hand on my shoulder and said, "We're trying to play out this fantasy of yours, but there are some things I really want to do to you. If I promise not to touch your dick, can I lick your ass while you're sucking Abe's cock?"

"You can fuck it if you want, sir," I said.

"Maybe I will, but I want to eat it first," he replied. "You should beg Abe to fuck you. He really knows how to work an ass. Now let's get you kneeling on the bench, so you can suck and get your ass eaten at the same time."

Once I was properly situated on the bench I pulled down Abe's shorts. He was wearing white briefs instead of a jock. His body was hairy. It was almost like he was covered with a carpet of light brown hair. And I could see that he was packed. When I pulled down his briefs the cock that popped out was enormous. It was only semi-hard, and it was still more than eight inches long, and thicker than mine was when fully erect.

Ryan chuckled and said, "I told you. If you ask him nicely, Abe will show you how good that monster can feel inside you."

"Is that what you want, Kyle?" Abe asked. "Do you want me to show you what I can do with this thing?"

I held it in my hand and felt it start to grow. I did want it. I doubted I could get it all in my throat without suffocating, but I wanted him to shove it all the way inside me. I liked sucking cocks and I loved the taste of cum, but what I really wanted was someone taking my ass.

"Yes sir," I replied honestly, playing with his cock as I spoke. "I want you to fuck me with this thing."

"Okay then," he said with a smile. "You can suck me until I'm hard and Ryan can eat your ass until it's ready, but we'll still need a lot of lubricant."

I felt Ryan pull my cheeks apart. My master was no longer making me wear a butt plug all day, so he had no difficulty probing my hole with his tongue. It felt good, damned good. I licked the head of his cock. Unlike Ryan, he was uncircumcised, so the spongy head was completely exposed. I tried to concentrate on Abe's giant cock, but Ryan was making it difficult as he tongued my ass. Each thrust of his tongue sent waves of intense pleasure flowing through me.

I tried to get that cock in my mouth, but it was too wide to go very far inside. It was like trying to shove my wrist past my jaws. I concentrated on sucking the head and licking it until he became fully erect. My eyes must have been bulging out of head because Abe started laughing.

"You can't do it, Kyle," Abe said. "Lots of boys have tried, and all have failed."

My asshole relaxed and opened, then I felt Ryan's finger's probing me and applying lube. I continued sucking and licking that massive cock until Ryan pronounced me ready, them Abe pulled out and move behind me. He pressed the tip against my hole with a gently but irresistible force. I gasped when he slid inside. Matt had been almost as big and so had Elijah, so he wasn't tearing me up, but I felt every inch as it slide inside me.

I leaned back and sighed, while my skin tingled, and I broke out in a sweat. Abe was gentle but relentless, and his voice was soothing and encouraging as he said, "Your ass is warm and tight, pretty boy. It's squeezing my cock like it's trying to milk my cum out."

I wanted to reply, but Ryan had put his cock back in my mouth and I was eagerly trying to get a second load out him.

At first I didn't notice the twins come into the locker room. They were identical, about five foot eight inches (the same height as Simon) and they looked only a little more solidly built. They had fair skin and blond hair with blue eyes and identical dimples in their chin. They were cute as heck. Ryan saw them and called for him to come over.

"Freddy, Teddy, come on over," he called. "Jock bitch Kyle here is offering blow jobs and his mouth is too good to miss."

Getting called out like that made me even hornier. My cock had wilted a little when Abe first shoved that monster of his inside me, but it was back now with a vengeance and throbbing hard. Ryan hadn't lied about Abe's ass fucking talent either. His cock was big enough to reach all the way past my inner sphincter, so it brushed past my gay button on every stroke, but he was talented enough to hit every part of my insides with the exact force and angle to give me maximum pleasure. I was about to lose control of myself.

Ryan dropped his second load in my mouth and then smiled at me as he wiped his cock on my face. Then he stepped back and put his arms around the shoulders of the twins. "Meet Freddy and Teddy Zimmerman," he said. "They're the youngest in our suite, and the cutest."

He looked at the two boys and said, "Do you want Kyle to suck your dicks, now."

"Hell yeah!" Freddy said.

Teddy was blushing. He seemed to be more reserved than his brother. He shook his head yes and said, "Do you want to suck our dicks?"

Damn he was cute, I thought. Usually when I saw a pretty little gay boy, I wanted to take them, not the other way around, but I wanted to see what these boys had in their pants.

"Yes sir," I replied.

I didn't get a chance to unwrap their packages. They grabbed their shorts and pulled them down themselves. They were perfectly average in the dick department, maybe five and half inches, but on their slender build, their cocks looked big enough. Both boys were circumcised, and both were hard as iron. I pulled them close and took each of their cocks into my mouth in turn. While I sucked one, I stroked the other, and then I switched off. Like their faces, their cocks were identical. And they were thin enough that I could have fit them both in my mouth at once if they were lying down with their bottoms pressed together.

Abe had driven me to the verge of orgasm several times with his skillful fucking, but he always backed off and waited for the urgency to fade before continuing. But now I was too close, and so was he. He thrust inside me, pushing deep past the inner sphincter. Then he grabbed my hips, and his cock began unloading. His last thrust had pushed me over the brink as well, and I felt the orgasm that had been building suddenly blossom within me. It was like my whole body was contracting and convulsing in time with my cock. I could feel my load spilling onto the bench beneath me.

Despite my post-orgasmic lethargy setting in, I continued sucking the twins' cocks with vigor. They both appeared to be nearing orgasm themselves. Ryan came up behind them and said, "Let me help you out, boys."

He looked at me and said, "Keep Freddy's cock in your mouth. You can finish him off before moving on to sweet Teddy."

Then he lubed a finger and stuck it inside Freddy's butt and started teasing his gay spot. Freddy gave out a little cry and began shooting inside my mouth. His boy cream tasted sweet. When he finished, I took Teddy's identical cock into my mouth and sucked him just as energetically. Ryan repeated what he'd done to Freddy and stuck his lubed finger inside Teddy's butt. In a moment, I was treated to a second load of boy cream.

"I didn't think either boy could cum without something in their butts," Ryan said, but he wasn't being mean. He kissed both their heads and then their pretty mouths. Finally, he patted their butts and said, "Why don't you two clean Abe's cum out of Kyle's butt? I know you want to."

They smiled and ran around behind me and took turns licking my ass until it was clean. Abe brought his cock around for me to clean off for him. When the boys were done with my ass, they each sat on one of Ryan's knees until I was done.

"Thank you, Kyle," Abe said. "You're a hot jock and we're lucky to have been able to hook up with you. Call us any time. I sent you a message on the account listed on Grindr for you to get back to us if you ever want.

He looked at Ryan, Freddy and Teddy and said, "Time to go boys." There was no doubt in my mind who was the alpha in their group.

When I got the lobby, Philip was gone already. I understood why, but it was a little painful. He didn't like to be confronted by the reality of my slavery, not after our date last night. I thought that he probably wanted to try and forget that part of my life. How would he feel about me if he knew that some part of me liked the sex with strangers and the degradation of being taken whenever and wherever without control on my part? I thought that was probably it. Sometimes I needed to give up all control and just do what I was told. For a guy who was always pretending to be something he wasn't, who was always walking on eggshells to keep his real self hidden from the world, it was liberating.

Back in the room, I heard a notification on my phone. When I looked, I saw that I'd received a text from my brother Andy. I sighed put my head in my hands. Eddie had been bad enough, but now I was going to have to face the brother who had tormented me constantly over the years while I was growing up. He was the one who'd kept teasing me for being gay. It didn't stop until sometime in his freshman year of college. He'd been the one who always teased me about playing football so I could shower with the team. He'd made my life miserable, despite being shorter than me. He was the shortest of the three of us boys; he was even shorter than Kayla, our oldest sister. But he was mean.

I opened the text window and read his message. "I followed the link Eddie sent me and I saw you on that website."

Since I hadn't answered the first message, he's followed it up with, "We need to talk. Text me as soon as you get this message."

While I was reading the second message, he sent, "I'm sorry. I want to talk to you."

I replied, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Will you talk to me on the phone, or do we keep texting?" he asked.

Reluctantly I typed, "Call me. I'm free for a while."

I sat there on my dildo with a growing sense of dread. When it rang, I answered, "Hey Andy. It's me."

"I'm sorry," he said. "Don't hang up until you hear me out."

"What are you sorry about?" I asked in an unfriendly tone.

"I'm sorry that I was a shithead when I was younger," he said. "I'm sorry that I was an asshole and that I made your life miserable."

"Okay," I replied, "you saw me getting fucked in a video online and you felt a need to apologize to me. I don't believe you."

Someone was saying something in the background, and I heard Andy say, "Okay, Ernie, I will!" To me he said, "We need to see each other face to face to do this right. I'm sending you a link for a google meeting, join me asap."

"Fine," I replied.

Then I hung up. It only took a couple of minutes before link for the meeting came through. I joined the meeting and saw Andy and his best friend Ernie sitting together on the sofa. From the angle of the camera, they were obviously looking into a laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Ernie had his arm around Andy's shoulder.

Andy was only five foot six and his friend was about four inches taller than him. I noticed that Andy was sporting a modern hair style with short spikes on the top of his head and a high fade along the sides. Ernie wore his black hair long and loose. Andy had fair skin like me, not super pale like Kieran, but still fair, while Ernie had dark olive skin tone. I knew he was part American Indian, but I thought he probably was also part African American from his appearance.

"Hello, Kyle," Ernie said. "I'm glad you agreed to join us. I know it may be hard, but I'm asking you to please listen to your brother before you get too mad."

I shook my head and said, "Yes sir."

Andy was biting his lip and clearly hesitating when Ernie pulled him closer and kissed his temple. "It's okay," he said. "Take your time and do it like we practiced."

Andy leaned his head against Ernie's chest and said, "Thank you." Then he faced forward and told me, "I picked on you all the time when we were younger because I hated the things I saw in you that I hated in myself. It was wrong and cruel, and I wish I could make it better. But I can't. I know you can't forget about it, but I hope you can forgive me so we can be friends."

I was dumbfounded. I had so much to process, and so much to say, but all that came out was, "When did you become gay, sir?"

Andy laughed and said, "It doesn't work that way, Kyle. I was always gay and so were you. When we were little, I saw it in you, but denied it in myself."

"Yeah, I get that, sir. I know that you're either born gay or you're not, but when did you figure it out?" I asked.

"Within a few months of getting out of the house," he said. "I had a gay roommate (he leaned his head against Ernie again) and I got more obnoxious than normal. One day he had enough, and he punched me in the face. We ended up wrestling around on the ground and then we ended up kissing."

Ernie kissed Andy's head again and said, "It was like a scene from a terrible porno movie, but it was the most rewarding fight I'd ever been in."

Andy started giggling as Ernie kissed his neck. "Then he fucked the straight right out of me," he said.

"It wasn't a challenge," Ernie said. "It turned out there wasn't much straight in him to begin with. He got all pouty the next morning and pretended that I'd raped him, but he came back whining in two days begging me to fuck him again."

"So, all those times we went fishing over the summer and you two disappeared to find another spot ...?" I asked.

"Your formerly homophobic brother was busily bouncing his pretty ass on my cock," Ernie explained. "I wanted him to come out to your family, but he was afraid to lose the financial support. He's not afraid anymore."

"I'm glad you're happy, Andy," I said truthfully, "even if you were a complete dickhead when we were young. I was an asshole too. I don't want to talk about the shit I did once I got here, not online anyway. Unlike me and Eddie you never rap... never mind. You made my life miserable, but I did worse things."

"Don't worry about it," Andy said. "Neither of us can change the past. We'd like to come visit you on family weekend, Ernie, and me, not the homophobes I hope. We can talk then, but I don't want you to worry about Dad. This weekend, Ernie and I are going to pay him a visit. We're not coming out, at least not yet, but I've convinced him to financially restructure so we won't have to pay an inheritance tax. You know how he is. To make a long story short, I've convinced him to restructure the family businesses into a family held corporation. He'll keep half the shares and divide the remaining half between the five of us. Once that's done, he can't take our shares away."

"How did you convince him to do that, sir?" I asked. It wasn't like Dad to give us money without getting something from us in return.

"I promised to come work for him when I finish my MBA," he said. "You know that he thinks Eddie's an okay manager, but not smart enough to run the business without supervision. He may change his mind when I come out, but I'm betting his greed will win out in the end. He wants to be remembered as a great man and it won't sit well for his reputation after death if the company falls apart due to bad management."

"I look forward to seeing you, Andy sir," I said, and I was surprised that it was true. He seemed happier and friendlier. He'd always been surly and brooding while we were growing up.

"By the way," Andy added. "You can count on support from Nancy and me. She hates Eddie as much as I do, and she once told me that I was a piece of shit for tormenting you `just because you're gay'. So, I'm pretty sure she knows. Kayla's a bitch and almost as hateful as Eddie and Dad, but we can handle them. So, relax and don't worry. See you later, Baby Bro."

That was the most unexpected conversation of my life. Andy had been my chief tormenter, but it now sounded like he'd been acting out of fear and hatred of his own gayness. Could I hate him still for what he did when he was younger? It was so much like what I used to do to all those gay boys. Was he worse than me? Or were we the same? I still didn't trust him completely, but then the look on his face when he and Ernie were cuddling on the sofa came to mind. I had to give him a chance.

It should have occurred to me then that I could just as well have been talking about myself. I made a conscious decision to forgive Andy for all that he had done for me, to recognize that all those things were in the past. I wasn't introspective enough to realize that I deserved the same treatment from myself. I still hadn't forgiven myself for what I did back then. I was holding myself to a higher standard. I'd learn later, but not right then.

I had more dreams during the week, but Kieran didn't feature in any of them. I couldn't put it out of my mind that the one part of the dream on Monday night that had seemed most real had been the part with Kieran. Once he was there, the dream came into sudden focus with more clarity than it any of the other parts had shown. The other parts were more like normal dreams, hazy, jumbled and confused.

The rest of the week went as expected. I met up with with Oliver's group on Wednesday to study for class. Oliver set the agenda and everyone in our class felt like we'd aced the test on Thursday. Micah Blume couldn't take his eyes off me, which was a real turn on. He was a dark-haired, olive-skinned mage who wore a collar and matching ankle and wrist cuffs. Ethan Lowry looked guilty around me. He was a cute little blond who looked so much like a California surfer boy that I was surprised to find out he'd grown up in New York. I felt like a giant in a sea of twinks in that group.

I also noticed that Tristan and Lalo were sitting together a lot, although Lalo kept stealing glances at Oliver and Tristan had started teasing Cameron. After meetings, all six little twinks went to dinner together. They'd invited me, but I had to meet Philip for my workout. Apparently Sebastian went to dinner with them and managed to squeeze them all into his little electric car. It made no sense to me.

And my workouts and study sessions with Simon were becoming more tense. My attraction to him was growing and I was struggling to hide it.

Andy sent me dozens of pictures of him and Ernie together, at restaurants, at Mammoth Cave, at King's Island, in front of a tent, at Cedar Point, at Niagra Falls, at Myrtle Beach, in Washington DC and more. He was showing me how his life was different now. The thing I noticed most of all was that he was happier than he'd ever been at home. He also sent me several more texts informing me that Lexington was a nice place to live for gay folks. He and Ernie wanted me to visit sometime. It was kind of overwhelming emotionally.

Of course, my master sent me out to suck cocks at various places around campus each day, and I still had to show up at the waxing salon next to the Blue Room on Thursday night and let Gideon play with ass before fucking me. That guy liked to push me to my limits physically. I never enjoyed our sessions together, but I always felt a strange sense of accomplishment afterwards.

And Philip was a little distant when we met to workout. He seemed confused, concerned and maybe a little hurt, like I was the one who'd been pulling aways from him.

Nico

Kyle's training was coming along fine. He was learning to appreciate the varieties of passive gay sex. I made him try everything, but I tried not to make him go back for things that he didn't enjoy. The one exception was the ass play that Gideon subjected him to. I couldn't tell whether he hated it or not. I wasn't sure if he knew. In any event, the information I was getting from Gideon was too valuable for me to risk that source. As a were-lynx he could get places humans couldn't and his shop, right next to the Blue Room, gave him access to many sources of information I lacked. He'd supplied me with a list of suspected watchers and hunters. He'd also informed me that more than one vampire was in town.

No one threatened me, which was a little disappointing now that I had such lethal bodyguards. And I'd paid a visit to those members of X22:18 I'd met earlier in the park. I left one of them dead by apparent auto-erotic asphyxiation, or rather my Shadow Strangler did, but the other two had become my eyes and ears in the group. They ranked very low, so they didn't have access to any sensitive information, but they were identifying others for me. Without them harming me or those under my protection, I couldn't use my most potent elven magics. I could have killed them, but I chose to keep them under surveillance instead.

The most interesting thing was that the new Custodes in town had tried to intimidate me. Custodes were used to getting their own way, and Mordecai Adler was among the worst of them. His reputation as a lethal mage duelist was well-deserved. I'd heard firsthand about his battle with Robardin during the Millennium Uprising, and it was impressive, but he was the kind of cop who thought he could bully and intimidate others based on his reputation. He didn't deserve the hero worship he got from the common mage in the street.

He'd been furious that I was coldly stoic during our conversations instead of showing fear. I couldn't do anything to him unless he or his son were somehow to cross a line with me or the one's under my protection, but I promised myself to keep an eye on that twink mageling freshman who was spending nights at the Adler place. One step over the line and I would put father and son in their places.

I'd been concerned when I found out that Kyle's other brother had contacted him, but it had gone well. It seemed that he wanted to reconnect with my slave in a positive way. I'd keep an eye on the situation, but it looked like Eddie was the only dangerous sibling. I still had plans for him, and for the father as well.

College Magic Cycle Characters

Faerie

·        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.

·        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.

Mages

·        Alan Somers. A freshman and newly discovered mage who took his oath to the Concordium with Alonzo and Kieran.

·        Alonzo Santiago Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute 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.

·        Cameron Campbell. One of the twink trio, along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin.

·        Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local representative of the Conclave.

·        Elijah Jackson. A 24-year-old graduate student who went to the Academy with Sebastian and Nico. He's a graduate student in the history program and he mentors struggling African American students and tutors student athletes. He is 74 inches tall and weighs 275 pounds of mostly muscle. He's built like a massive rectangle. His skin is dark brown, almost black and he wears his hair in long dreadlocks. He's a powerful transmuter mage. He understands mechanics and electronics better than any of the other mages except for Erik Rucker. He has become friends with Kyle. He has two live in boyfriends, Kendal and Tristan.

·        Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stood 66 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds. After being cursed by his roommate he grew to be 77 inches tall and weigh 250 pounds. He was overshadowed by the fictional Einar Ironblood until the curse was lifted. He's in love with his roommate Alonzo and worries that Alonzo doesn't love him the same way. He was mundane until the curse awakened a latent talent for mind magery. Unlike Kieran, his talents seem to involve moving things with his mind.

·        Ethan Lowry. A 17-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 mother is a sylph (an air spirit) and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.

·        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.

·        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.

·        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. Kieran is a foundling mind mage with powers of telepathy and clairsentience.

·        Marvin Oswald. A 21-year-old mage sophomore with talent in healing. He's studying premed in hopes of going into complementary healing.

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Now Micah has chosen to live as the slave to cousin Remuel Adler.

·        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 (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·        Rakesh Mishra. A 23-year-old graduate student of Indian American heritage. He's working on his MS in Psychology. He's a mind mage and a yogi master. He is one of Kieran's trainers. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

·        Reggie Delmar. A 20-year-old sophomore music student who likes Alonzo. They share a music class. He's a mage, but not a songmage. He lives off campus in Ibis House. He has light brown skin and very curly black hair. He looks like he has some African American ancestry.

·        Remy (Remuel) Adler. Micah's 20-year-old cousin, a low-ranking member of the custodes who lives with his father Mordecai and keeps his official records. He was Micah's lover at the Academy and has recently taken Micah as his slave.

·        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 is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·        Silvan Reynard. A 19-year-old college sophomore who was discovered as a mind mage over the summer by Bernice (Benny) Hartman. She convinced him to switch to Severan College so he could get training. He stands five foot seven inches tall and weighs 145 pounds. He has hazel eyes and shoulder length blond hair that he wears in a loose bun. He and Kieran share a beginning mind mage class that it mostly yoga. He and Rakesh are lovers.

·        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.

·        Tristan Navarro. A 21-year-old senior seeking a degree in English Literature. He's filipino with medium beige skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He likes short shorts and tight tee shirts. He's Elijah Jackson's lover and lives with him and Kendal. He calls Elijah daddy and Kendal brother. He has written two volumes in a series of mm romance novels about mages called Wands of Love and he intends to keep writing. He kept his own name and keeps his own finances, but he's no less devoted to Elijah than Kendal is.

·        Warren Cheng. A Chinese American psychology grade student and friend of Jason. His family is originally from Hong Kong, but they live in Los Angeles like Jason's family. His specialty is magical noetics, but he has a strong talent for illusions as well. He is the TA in Jason's Psychology course, and he lives in town at Ibis House.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

·        Aaron Blackwell. A human man in his early fifties. He's the Director of Student Residence at Severan College, and the father of Nathaniel and James. He is magically enthralled by Sebastian Trent.

·        Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant James McManus.

·        Billy McAndrews. A senior who is the lead guitarist of the band Dreaming Dragons. He is Mariah Tovey's boyfriend. He's 22 years old and a senior.

·        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.

·        Daniel Burns. A stocky guy with light brown hair and a goatee; one of the Nerd Squad

·        Edward "Eddie" Mason. Kyle's 25-year-old brother.

·        George Marley. The drummer for Dreaming Dragons. He's a 22-year-old junior.

·        Jake Miller. An African American guy with dark skin and curly hair; one of the Nerd Squad.

·        James Blackwell. The nineteen-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He's a tall, skinny goth boy with a lot of tattoos. He attends Severan College and studies art. He and Sebastian had a sexual encounter over the summer before his freshman year. He has a long penis with a tattoo of a snake on it.

·        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.

·        Jill Black. The bass guitarist for Dreaming Dragons. She's a 21-year-old junior.

·        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.

·        Kendal Jackson. A 23-year-old college dropout. He's five foot three inches tall and weighs about 115 pounds. He has pale blond hair, heterochromatic eyes (one blue and one green), and extremely fair skin. He lives with Elijah Jackson and is one of his lovers. He hated college and dropped out. He stays home and keeps house for Elijah Jackson. He likes to wear women's clothing but identifies as a boy. He changed his last name and signed power of attorney to make Elijah control over his affairs. He's very submissive. He calls Elijah daddy and Tristan brother.

·        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.

·        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.

·        Mariah Tovey. The keyboardist for Dreaming Dragons and Billy McAndrew's girlfriend. She's a 22-year-old senior.

·        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.

·        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.

·        Nathaniel Blackwell. The twenty-six-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He is a soldier in Afghanistan who became the lover of the daiwa Karim Khan who impregnated him. He's a gay, sexual submissive. He's a lieutenant in the US Army but he doesn't know how he will maintain his career and bear his lover's child.

·        Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years. He likes Alonzo but more in an avuncular way.

·        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.

·        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.

Others

·        Karim Khan. A daiwa who appears to be in his late twenties. He's the lover of Nathaniel Black and the father of his child. He works with the US Army as a translator and guide. His people are a magical race related to the djinn, the ifrit and the deva of ancient Aryan mythology. Now that he had impregnated another he is transforming into an alpha daiwa.

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

·        David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia. He has dark olive skin tone, black hair that looks feathery, and piercing brown eyes. He is a were-raptor who can assume two non-human forms. He can become a raptor that resembles a large golden eagle or a hybrid form that is bipedal with sharp claws on the end of feathered arms. He is an alpha, but the were-raptors don't follow a pack structure like the were-wolves do.

·        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.

·        Mahendra Khatri. A powerfully built Indian American man and were-tiger (tigripellis) who owns the Blue Room in Severan. He is in his mid-thirties.

·        Millie Jones. 45-year-old leader of the were-rats. She doesn't like or trust werewolves, but she hated Howard Cromwell with a passion.

·        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.

·        Rashida Lamont. A 23-year-old graduate student with black skin, short hair, and an athletic build. She's the wererat who oversees the other wererats on campus. She lives in the New Dorm (along with the other werewolves).

·        Tristan White. A 19-year-old college freshman. He stands only five and half feet tall and has sandy hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. He's a wererat and a member of Oliver's study group.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·        Aidan Stringer (beta). A freshman staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he exhibits some alpha qualities. He took Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way.

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). 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.

·        Chase Morris (beta). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

·        Chloe Bartok (Beta). 20-year-old sophomore.

·        Conor Tighe (Beta). Sophomore beta werewolf with auburn hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and freckles. He's average height and build and he's studying biology.

·        Chuck Burns (Beta). A 20-year-old sophomore who lives at Wolf House and is a friend of Aidan.

·        Dawn Schiller (Alpha). 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.

·        Darren Groves (Alpha). 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.

·        Delia Smith (Beta). 21-year-old college junior who lives at Wolf House.

·        Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). 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.

·        Edgar Krause (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate in the dorms.

·        Ellen Parker (Beta). A 20-year-old junior who lives at Wolf House.

·        Gordan Cooper (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and a friend of Adrian Stringer. Edgar Krause's roommate.

·        Howard Cromwell (Alpha). 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.

·        Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman. Lalo's roommate.

·        Inga Martinez (Alpha). A 29-year-old Latina woman from Middlebourne. She's a little heavyset, but quite strong. She manages the Wolf House for Zeno, supervising work groups and organizing the business of running the house. Her younger brother Sammy is the cook at Wolf House.

·        Ira Cohen (Beta). 19-year-old college freshman. Good friends with Aidan Stringer.

·        Ivan Kovacs (Beta). 22-year-old who lives at the Wolf House. He's one of the Middlebourne werewolves. He works with Wilma Jackson at the local used car dealership and repair shop.

·        Jarod Stringer (Alpha). Deceased. Former right-hand man of Howard Cromwell. Darren and Meghan killed him in the woods before Drew challenged Cromwell for leadership. His young brother is Aidan Stringer.

·        Kevin McNeil (Beta). 20-year-old college sophomore. An athlete with brown hair and fair skin. Roommate with Conor Tighe. Tammy's brother.

·        Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman. Lalo is short for Eduardo. He may be the second most submissive werewolf after Benjy. He has light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. He makes eyes at Darren and calls him Daddy Werewolf, a nickname he claims is common in the dorms, even among the mages. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class).

·        Lew Muller (Beta). 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.

·        Meghan Connelly (Alpha). 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.

·        Naomi Bentley (Alpha). A 27-year-old woman with long black hair and olive skin tone. She's very muscular. She was one of the Middlebourne werewolves. She's now the chief of security at Wolf House.

·        Samuel Martinez (Beta). A 23-year-old Latino cook who runs the kitchen at Wolf House.

·        Scarlett De Angelo (Beta). A 22-year-old graduate student who lives at Wolf House.

·        Shelby O'Brien (Beta). A 26-year-old professional bookkeeper. She lives at Wolf House.

·        Simon Carter (Alpha). 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.

·        Stella White (Beta). 19-year-old freshman. She is one of Aidan's friends.

·        Tammy McNeil (Beta). 22-year-old senior athlete. Kevin's sister.

·        Vicky Garcia (Beta). A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems, and she really hates rapists.

·        Willie Coombs (Beta). 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.

·        Wilma Jackson (Beta). 28-year-old mechanic in town at the local used auto dealership and repair shop. She gets Ivan Kovacs a job there.

·        Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). 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.

·        Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.