College Magic Cycle

Elf Master Chapter 12

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Elf Master Chapter 12

This chapter picks up immediately after Elf Master Chapter 11 and it continues the events of the second Saturday of the School Year.

Nico

While I was pondering how to go forward with my investigation into the vampire's minions, I decided to be more direct with Matt. I didn't like him, and I didn't need to be nice. I was about to leave when there was a tentative knocking on my door. I opened it carefully. I never issued blanket invitations for anyone to come inside. That would weaken the magical threshold if the visitor were supernatural and intended harm. I needn't have worried. It was the little werewolf, Benjy.

"Come inside," I said, opening the door all the way.

He looked around furtively and then slipped inside like he was trying to be stealthy. I gestured for him to take a seat and he looked around in amazement. Buckwalder was still visible, cleaning up after the ritual I'd done to send Marvin some luck.

"Hey, is that guy a brownie or a house elf or whatever's the polite term these days? Hi, my name's Benjy," he said, squatting down and extending his hand.

Buckwalder was a good judge of character. He'd known Kyle was a good guy deep inside before I had. He must have sensed no danger or malice in Benjy because he smiled at him and offered him a pansy. Buckwalder loved flowers and he was always bringing them into the room. Benjy took the flower and then broke out in a broad smile.

"Thank you," he said. Then he turned to me and asked, "What does it mean that he gave me a flower?"

"It means that he thinks you're a good guy and it means that he likes you," I replied.

Benjy gripped the flower like it was the most precious thing he owned and then he walked over and played with the dildo attached to Kyle's chair.

"Take the other chair," I said. "That one's not for guests. It's Kyle's."

"Wow! Kyle must be really good at sex. I couldn't take that one inside me no matter how hard I tried," he said as he perched on the other chair with his knees folded underneath him. He started spinning the chair back and forth.

"What did you need to see me about, Benjy? Did your gift work out the way you wanted?" I asked.

He'd helped me out when some hunters had tried to kill me, and I'd removed his body hair for him and granted him a perpetually youthful build while curing the glandular condition he had that made him so small in the first place. Looking at him bouncing around, I was tempted to remove his hyperactivity, but it felt wrong to do it unless he asked me first and we negotiated for payment.

"Oh no! Everything is great! The hair is gone and I'm not breaking out anymore from the cream. No. You asked me to keep a look out for you for anyone suspicious lurking around the building and I wanted to let you know that there are three different men who've been lurking around outside who smell like sour onions I don't like onions, but they usually don't make me sick to my stomach, but the smell of these guys made me want to vomit and it made my wolf want to come out, but not in a good way it was like it was feeling sick and it never feels sick and then there was the other guy, the dead one, probably a vampire who was inside the building last night."

"Wait a moment," I said. "You smelled sour onions and you felt sick."

Benjy was nodding. I took out a piece of paper and wrote a note, not trusting Benjy to get the message correct.

"Drew,

Benjy has smelled the traces of arcane moly elixir left behind by three different men who may have been lurking around the dorm. Is he particularly sensitive? Or is this a common trait I am unaware of? It sounds like hunters have been watching us. Hunters who know enough to make arcane moly elixir. That bodes ill for all of us.

He also claimed that a dead man was in the building last night. We need to speak because there is a vampire who has been targeting me. If his powers of shadow weaving are powerful enough to fool the wards on this building then we have a problem. I will also send a message to Sebastian. None of us are safe from a vampire shadow mage of this power.

Nico

"You did good, Benjy," I said. "Are you the only one who's smelled these guys?"

Benjy squirmed a little more and then looked out the window before saying, "I don't think anyone else smelled the dead man."

"And the men with the sour onion smell?" I asked.

Benjy started bouncing on his legs. He was trying to avoid answering the question. I pressed him harder. "Benjy, it's very important. Your pack, me, the mages, all of us could be in danger. Do you want to leave us unarmed against whoever's after us?" I asked.

He mumbled, "I'm not supposed to say anything. I promised."

I noticed that he was clutching the pansy in his hand, so I said, "Buckwalder believed you were a good person. That's why he gave you that flower. It's special. Once Buckwalder has tended it, it will never die so long as you care for it."

Benjy stared at the flower. He stared at Buckwalder. Then he stared at me. Finally, he said, "There are wererats watching the building. They're not here to hurt anyone. Their pack leader told them to watch the building because we werewolves live here. They have a more sensitive sense of smell than we do. One of them is a friend of Lalo. Lalo's a friend of mine from back home in Virginia. We're friends even though he was initiated into the pack back home and I wasn't. He didn't make fun of me for it. He was nice and he told me that it wasn't fair..."

I held up a hand and said, "You're rambling, Benjy, and you're doing it on purpose hoping to make me forget that you didn't answer me. It's not working. Tell me who the wererat is so that I can talk to him."

Benjy sighed and said, "His name is Tristan and he's really nice. Please don't hurt him. He plays with me sometimes and he showed me the scent because he wanted the pack to know, but if his pack finds out that he's giving information to us – they hate us, you know – they'll punish him. And the alphas in his pack aren't nice like our alphas. They'll hurt him bad."

"You go get Tristan and tell him to come talk to me and I'll keep his secret," I said.

Benjy nodded and asked, "Do you promise?"

I smiled and said, "I don't have to promise. When I give my word, I keep it. Tell him who I am and make sure he understands that."

"Okay," Benjy said.

"And then take this note and give it to Drew," I said. "If Drew isn't around, give it to Dawn or to Darren."

"Yes, Sir!" Benjy replied. I could tell that he liked feeling useful. I didn't think many of his pack entrusted him with anything important.

Then he left, clutching that flower like it was a treasure. Then I looked over and saw the vase of pansies sitting on Kyle's dresser. Buckwalder never said anything, but he was turning out to be an amazing asset. He anticipated my wants, and even more importantly he anticipated Kyle's needs and wants. And he had a way of making people happy.

"Thank you, Buckwalder," I said. "You've been very helpful."

It was less than an hour later when Benjy came back with a small sandy haired guy who looked nervous. I sat him down to make him more comfortable, but it didn't seem to be working. Benjy said, "Forget what you may have heard. Nico's a nice guy. Just tell him what he wants to know."

Then Benjy smiled and waved the note at me. I nodded and he ran out the door to finish the second part of his mission.

"Tristan," I said, "I'm Domenic Chase, the Baron of the Elms of Central Park. If you know anything about elves, you know that we do not lie. And I'm telling you that I won't use any information you give me to harm you and I won't reveal the source of my information."

"Thank you, Sir," he said, still looking fearful.

I knew a little about the luchfer, the wererats. The ones the mages called muripelles. They were brutally matriarchal. All the alphas were female and there were rumors that they used force and intimidation to beat any alpha males down to beta status in a similar way to the were-hyenas. Tristan was afraid of betraying a confidence for a reason.

"You don't have to tell me anything about your pack or their plans," I said. "Just tell me about the men who smelled of onions and also the man who smelled dead."

Tristan nodded. He seemed to be gaining confidence as he spoke. "The three men smelled of moly. Do you know it?"

I nodded and he continued, "Some hunters make an elixir out of it that protects them from magic, including spirits. But it can also be used as a weapon. We were told never to bite anyone who smelled of this elixir. It wasn't always the same three men. And there was sometimes another guy who also smelled of vampire blood. I didn't recognize that smell until I saw the vampire sneaking into the dorm."

That made me sit up and take notice. I asked, "Are you telling me that you can smell vampire blood when it's inside a person?"

"Yes, Sir," he said. "We can smell it through their pores when they sweat, or on their breath when they talk or breathe hard."

"If you help me, Tristan, I will give you a gift of your choice," I said.

"What do you need, Sir?" he asked.

"I want you to come with me to one of the dorms," I said. "You don't have to do anything except sniff them and let me know later if any of them are tainted with vampire blood."

"But they'll be stronger and tougher than normal if they've drunk it. They could be dangerous," he said.

"I'll protect you and I'll take along some protection in case they get out of line," I said.

Tristan decided to help me. I took the razor children with us, but they stayed out of sight. Matt's regular Dungeons and Dragons game took place on Saturday afternoon, so I was lucky enough to find Matt, Josh, and Crissy in the room. They took a break long enough for me to ask Matt about the video.

"We're finishing editing this week. It's really good. I'm going to call it Top Burglar Becomes a Bitch. It's going to be gold," he said.

When I questioned him subtly he didn't seem to have any details about last night after they finished recording. Matt kept eyeing Tristan.

"Is that boy yours as well," he asked. "I've only filmed with jocks so far, but I think a little thing like him being impaled on a giant cock would make a mint."

I narrowed my eyes and said, "Leave him alone. He's under my protection."

I didn't know why I'd said it. As soon as I did, I felt the compulsion of my words seize my mind. He didn't live in my building, but I'd just put him under my aegis like I had my other sodales. Was I growing soft?

When we left, I asked Tristan, "Were any of them tainted?"

He nodded his head. I expected Tristan to say Matt, since he'd been so aggressive and energetic today. But he said, "It was the fat one who smelled of body odor and urine."

Josh Higgins. If he was taking vampire blood, it meant that he was working with the vampire or that he was controlled by him. I knew that the vampire had given commands to Kyle. Of course, my slave could resist the commands because he would be bolstered by the power of the magical chain he wore. I'd have to watch Josh Higgins. He had the hygiene of a pig. If he was working with the vampire willingly, I was going to change his outside to match his nature.

As we walked back to the dorm, I asked Tristan, "What do you want as your gift?"

He didn't hesitate. He smiled at me and said, "I want Kyle. Not permanently, unless you're willing to give him to me, but I want to be able to have sex with him. And I don't want you to order him to do it. I want him to be free to do it if he wants to. And I want to be able to do everything. I want to fuck his fine jock ass, and I want him to fuck me with his fine jock cock."

"Is that all?" I asked. "You could have wished for money, or to be an alpha, or even to be immortal. I foolishly left it open, and all you want is the chance to seduce Kyle and have sex with him."

He nodded and said, "Yes, Sir. That's what I want."

I had no idea how this would affect Kyle's training and mentoring, but I had trapped myself. I had no choice. I smiled and said, "Of course. But it's not much of a reward for you, not after you put yourself on the line by going over there with me."

"It's what I want, Sir. If I asked you to give him to me permanently, would you?" he asked.

"And what would you do with him if I did give him to you?" I asked.

"I'd set him free, Sir," he replied.

I shook my head and said, "You did me a great favor, but you've already made your wish and I am going to accept it. You'd have to do me a much bigger favor for me to give him to you."

"I understand, Sir," he said. "I'll keep looking for something else I can do."

Kyle

I made it back to the dorm in time to grab my gym clothes and for Buckwalder to repack my bag with clothes I'd be allowed to wear after my workout. I didn't have time for a shower, but I was going to have a hard workout anyway. Last week, Master had allowed Philip to take me on a date, but he didn't say anything this time, at least not about Philip.

"You know Tristan White?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I said. "He's in my study group."

"I think he likes you," Master said.

I nodded and said, "I think so too, Master. He was taking pictures of me today. He was taking pictures of everyone on the field, but I could tell that he was focusing on me."

Nico nodded and said, "You do not have to follow any orders from Tristan, and you do not have to have sex with him if anyone orders you to do so, but if you do wish to pursue a sexual relationship there will be no limitations imposed by me."

"I'm not sure what you mean, Master. Do you mean that I am free to fuck him?" I asked.

Master nodded and said, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. I believe that you've changed and aren't the guy you used to be. And I don't think you are the kind of guy who would have sex with him just because he's the only one you can fuck. I think you're better than that when given the opportunity to exercise your free will."

"Yes, Master," I said.

That was interesting, I thought. Why was Master changing the rules? And why just for Tristan?

It seemed strange to me since Master had made it clear that I wasn't allowed to use my dick during sex. Gideon had gotten a little forceful in convincing the Master to agree to allowing me to experience limited topping in the future. But all the rules were in abeyance with Tristan.

I liked Tristan. He was kind and funny, and he was cute as heck with his longish sandy blond hair and dark eyes. I had no trouble picturing him beneath me while I plowed into his tight bottom. It wasn't something I'd thought of before. He was just a cute kid in my study group. Had I not thought of it because I was mostly interested in bottoming? No, not that or I wouldn't be getting aroused thinking of it now.

Had I not thought of it because I didn't think he'd be interested? No, it couldn't be that. Even if he hadn't been focusing mostly on me while he was photographing the practice, I'd seen him looking at me before. He'd noticed Lalo (who wouldn't notice that little Mexican nugget). He'd noticed Oscar. But most of his attention had been on me and Cameron, the two most masculine looking members of the group.

Did I want to fuck him? Um...yes! He was more than a cute face. He was funny and smart. But I had to be careful. I didn't want anything to destroy the dynamic of the study group. I needed that group to help me sustain my sanity. Simon, Philip and the study group. Those were my anchors, my safe people, the one's I relied on. I didn't know what I would do without them.

It was time to go so I grabbed my bag and drove over to the gym. It was always crowded on Saturday and today was no exception. I didn't see Philip, so I checked my phone. I had a message from Nancy.

"I have always loved my gay baby brothers. I knew when I saw you dancing when you were just a child. You were so happy. I knew when I saw you with your friends when no one else was around. I knew when you lashed out against the gay guys at school. I just didn't know how to reach you. It was the same with Andy. I love you both and plan to have you both over to my house this Christmas. And if you have a boyfriend, I want you to bring him. Now that Andy has pulled off a miracle, Dad and Eddy can't try to bully you both. I hope you can be open and live your own authentic truth.

I texted back a simple, "I love you, big sister."

Simon had sent me several short texts, including one of him and Xav with sigils painted on their faces and bodies. I sent him some of the pictures Tristan had sent me from the practice.

He texted back immediately.

"Watch out for Aidan. Don't trust him. He's not a nice guy. If he hurts you or harasses you, let me know. I will take him down."

I was surprised at his vehemence. Aidan had been one of the most abusive of the werewolves who'd raped me that night in the woods, but today he'd been fine. I texted back.

"He was a good guy today. He made me feel good, like I was part of the team and even part of his friend group."

I waited for the inevitable text back, which came in less than a minute.

"Just be careful. You're in MY friend group. You're my good friend."

I was smiling and rereading the message when Philip came in. I looked up and put the phone away in my bag. Philip was looking fit. He was wearing a pair of simple gray shorts and a red muscle shirt. I grabbed my bag and rose to greet him. He hugged me, like he always did when we met. He stiffened for some reason.

"Hey, are you okay, Sir?" I asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Let's just get started on your program."

He was upset over something, and he'd been avoiding me since Thursday. He'd been smiling when he came in, but then he'd frozen up and gotten sullen after we'd hugged. It was me. He didn't seem to want to be around me. It was like I was annoying him or something worse.

We went to the floor with all the exercise machines and Philip started barking orders at me. I didn't argue. I couldn't argue. All I could do was smile and say, "Yes, Sir!"

We started out with stretches. I was watching myself in the mirrored wall and I could swear that my belly was tighter than Thursday. I'd been losing weight at a downright unhealthy speed, but it didn't seem to be affecting my health. I noticed several guys and a lot of girls eyeing me, especially since my shorts crept up and exposed my straps and my glutes whenever I bent down in a stretch. It made me feel good that they liked what they were seeing.

But Philip had always been nice to me. His brusque demeanor and clipped words were more than balancing out those good feelings. I had no idea why he was treating me this way. My stomach was twisting in knots and my heart felt cold.

The exercises were just as bad. One of the things I looked forward to most was my time in the weight room with Philip, but today I just wished I could be anywhere else. Philip worked me hard and fast. Too hard, and too fast. He added weight on every machine, and I was getting so tired that I was making mistakes and losing my form.

When I was finally done with my program, Philip ordered me to follow him to the locker room. Of course, I obeyed. I was drenched in sweat and exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to get under a warm shower.

I found a locker and put my stuff in it. I'd removed my shoes and was just starting to pull my shirt off when a guy sitting on a nearby bench said, "Take it off, dude. Give us a show."

I thought he was probably joking, but the chain I wore didn't allow me to make that distinction. I spun around and shook my hips while I slowly pulled my muscle shirt up, teasing the guy. He was taller than I was and had so many muscles he made me look like a twink. He wasn't handsome. He had a big square head and a neck even thicker than his head. He was smiling at me and nodding his head.

I turned around and did my best to twerk my butt as I worked the shorts down exposing my hairless cheeks. The guy yelled, "Yeah! Twerk that fine ass. Let me see your cheeks jiggle."

I didn't jiggle. My ass was too firm for that, but I flexed it while I twerked. As tired as I was, I felt energized by the attention. I dropped my shorts and danced in my jockstrap.

"Back that fine ass up over here and give me lap dance, you twunkie bastard!" the muscle guy said.

I turned around and began moving my hips in my best impression of what I thought a sexy dance looked like. I moved over and straddled his legs, lowering myself until the pouch of my jockstrap was grazing against his erection. He put his hands on my hips and lowered me until my ass was brushing against him.

We'd gathered a small audience and I was enjoying the attention.

"Stop!" I heard Philip yell. "This is my time, Kyle. Get up and grab your clothes. You can shower at my house."

I stopped dancing and stood up. The man pressed a card into my hand and said, "Wait a minute. Your dancing sucks, but you're hot. I'm a bouncer at the Blue Room. If you want some extra money come on by some night. The owner is always looking for new dancers."

"I thought you said my dancing sucks, Sir," I said.

"It does, but you can learn to dance. I learned to dance, but you've got something better. You look like a goddamned model. Come on around. You might be able to give Zeno a run for his money," he said.

I had no idea who or what he was talking about, and I didn't have a chance to find out. Philip said, "Now, Kyle! Go out to the car!"

I grabbed my clothes and ran for the doors. Philip followed me. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him over the catcalls. I ran out through the lobby. People were cheering and whistling. I ran through the front doors and out to my truck. Philip was right behind me.

"Dammit, Kyle, put some...Oh hell, just get inside the truck," he said.

I could see the manager of the gym running out the doors, but I ignored him and started the engine. Philip jumped into the seat next to me and said, "Just drive."

I was backing out of the spot when I realized that I was still just wearing my sweaty jockstrap. That's what all that commotion was, the whistling and the catcalls. Everyone thought I was streaking through the gym.

"That was my fault," Philip said. "I should have told you to get dressed. Just drive to my place so we can get started."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

He didn't say anything else, so we drove back to his place in silence. It was incredibly awkward. When we pulled into the parking space in front of Philip's apartment, he said, "We're right near the door, so don't bother getting dressed, just grab your bag and come inside."

He was shaking his head but smiling. I grabbed my bag and followed him into the house. Being naked outside, knowing that anyone in any of the apartments could look out their door and see my bare ass made me even hornier.

The apartment was in total disarray. It probably hadn't been cleaned since last weekend when I did it. The sink was full of dishes. There was trash on the floor and empty soda cans sitting on the tables.

"Drop your bag and start cleaning, Kyle," Philip ordered. "As you can see, the place is a mess."

He walked into the bedroom, trailing dirty clothes behind him.

I sighed and started cleaning up. I had never cleaned anything before last weekend. We had servants to do it back home. I started by picking up the trash and then tidying the dining area and the living room. I loaded the dishwasher and ran it. I washed the pots and pans by hand. I swept and mopped the kitchen and dining area, then vacuumed the living room. I scrubbed the sink and the counters in the kitchen, then scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom.

I'd gotten exhausted in the gym from rapid and sustained exercise, but that had faded and despite working hard, I found myself strangely energized, like there was some untapped energy source flowing through my veins. It felt almost like that time I'd stayed up drinking the night before a football game back in my junior year of high school. I took some amphetamines and had enough energy to play the whole game. I'd been shit on the field because my reactions were slow, but my energy didn't flag.

I felt like that today except that my senses were sharper, and my reactions were better than normal. I'd heard Philip slamming things around in the bedroom while I was cleaning the other rooms. I had no idea why he was so angry, and I was afraid to ask him.

When he finally called me in to clean the bedroom, I was surprised to find it was mostly clean. There were some flowers in the trash. They seemed fresh, and there were vases on the nightstand and the dresser, so I put them in some water and arranged them until they looked nice. I thought it would be a nice touch and would make Philip happy.

I was wrong. When he saw them he grabbed the flowers and threw them away and then yelled, "Get in the shower and clean yourself. Don't forget your ass. I plan to tear it up before dinner."

I gave him a smiling "Yes, Sir" then hurried to obey. When the hot water poured on my head and the noise provided some cover I sank to my butt in the shower and started crying. I had no idea what I'd done to make Philip get so mean. My life was a fucking nightmare of forced sex and abuse. I had only a few people I considered safe, Oliver and the study group, Simon of course, and Philip. And now it was like my feet had been yanked out from under me. I cried for several minutes until I got control of myself. I washed thoroughly, and then removed the shower head and shoved the end of the metal hose roughly inside me, heedless of the pain. No, not heedless. I felt like I needed the pain, like I deserved it. If I felt pain, it meant that I was feeling something other than despair.

Philip hated me now. Who was next? Was Simon going to remember that I was an abusive piece of shit who didn't deserve his kindness? Was he going to punish me like I deserved? I dreaded it, but on some level I was hoping he would. Waiting for him to reject me was more painful than rejection itself.

I started sobbing and hyperventilating. I sank back down to the floor and grabbed the discarded shower head. It was one of those with a lot of settings and it was made of brushed nickel. I held it in both hands and slammed it into my head. I hadn't been sure if I would be able to do it. The chain kept me from harming myself, but maybe it didn't consider a little self-inflicted bruising to be that harmful. It hurt, but for just a split second it felt good, like I was finally having to suffer for the things I'd done. I did it again, and again, and again, and...

I don't know how long I sat there sobbing, beating myself because no one else would do it.

"Shit!" Philip yelled as threw open the shower and tried to wrestle the shower head from my hands. I was stronger than he was, so he couldn't do it until he yelled, "Let me have the shower head, Kyle!"

I let go and sat there, red water swirling around me.

Philip turned off the water and sat down next to me fully clothed on the wet shower floor. He took the washcloth and cleaned my forehead carefully. I'd given myself a few contusions on the head and the forehead and I'd split my lip. I sat there numb while he tended to my wounds.

"Beat me, Sir," I whispered.

"What?" Philip exclaimed. "Why would I do that?"

"I deserve it, Sir," I said. "I'm a worthless piece of shit and I deserve it. I want to get better, but I can't until someone punishes me for all the things I've done. I can take it. Beat me until I bleed like all those poor guys I beat up and the girls too. It won't be enough, but it will be a start."

"Kyle, calm down," he said. "I'm not going to beat you and you're not worthless."

"I am!" I wailed. "I deserve to be a slave. I deserve to be beaten over and over again. I can take that, Sir. I can't...your rejection is killing me inside. I want to die."

"Shit, shit, shit! This is all my fault. It's not what...FUCK ME!" he yelled. "Please come to the bed and lie down, Kyle. I'm worried about you. Come on."

I didn't want to, but I got up, driven by the compulsion from the chain. I allowed him to lead me into the bedroom and to help me into bed. He stripped out of his wet clothes and lay down next to me. He brushed the wet hair aside and kissed my forehead.

"Fuck me hard, Sir," I begged. "If you won't beat me, then fuck me hard enough to make it hurt. Do something to make me pay."

Philip had wet eyes. He swallowed hard and said, "I'm not going to do that Kyle. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you thought I was rejecting you. Do you have any idea what I would do to keep you here by my side forever? But I know that's never going to happen."

"I'm a slave, Sir," I replied. "I'm not free to make a choice."

"Even if you were, you wouldn't choose me, Kyle. Let's be honest. You're in love with someone else, probably someone as muscular and hot as you are," Philip said. "And that's part of the problem, my problem that is. You looked so hot sitting there in the lounge. You always look hot. Last Thursday, when you had to service those guys in the bathroom, it was all driven home to me."

"I have no choice, Sir," I said. "My master ordered me to suck cock and to get fucked by anyone who wants it."

"It wasn't that. I knew that," he said, "but the look in your eyes said that you wanted to do it. You weren't reluctant, just a slave doing what he's ordered to do. Some part of you wanted to be on your knees serving every man who came in the room. I couldn't watch it.

"And then today. Like I said, you were fucking hot, but when we hugged I could smell it. You came to me with the scent of werewolf still on you. I could handle the humans, but I kept seeing you on your knees getting fucked by the worst fucking people in the world. Kyle, werewolves are bullies and they... well, they made my freshman year hell. I could see you doing what you were ordered, but the two images kept conflating. I saw you with that eager look in your eyes while you took werewolf cock at both ends and I lost it.

"I'm sorry. You're wearing a magic chain that makes you obey. You're vulnerable and I lost control."

It's not your fault, Sir," I said. "I'm sorry about what they did to you last year, but... you're right, you know. I am in love with someone else, and he is a werewolf. I think I fell in love with him the first time I saw him smile at me. And that's why I deserve to be beaten. I beat on him even though he was smaller than me. I beat on him so bad that Sebastian changed my room and put me in with the elf. And he went to room with the pack leader of the werewolves. It's my fault that he was bitten in the first place. I love him, but I'm not good enough for him. I never was."

I was crying again.

Philip wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my temple. He said, "I'm sorry, Kyle. This was my fault. Listen to me Kyle. I am not rejecting you, and I won't reject you. And if you want to have sex, we will, but I will not punish you with a hard fuck. I will make love to you sweetly because that is what you deserve."

"Yes, Sir," I said. "I want to have sex with you. I've been looking forward to it."

Philip pulled the sheet off my naked body and sat on my abdomen. He said, "I worked you hard this afternoon because you are so amazingly strong. No matter how much weight I put on the machine, you lifted it. Your muscles must be overworked, so I'm going to begin with a massage to help ease your muscles."

Having a naked man sitting on you while he squeezes and rubs your muscles was going to be erotic, no matter the intention. And there was no doubt in my mind that Philip's intention was to make it as erotic as possible. He knew what he was doing. He started with my left hand. His fingers dug into the muscles and worked each of my fingers as well as the palm.

Then he worked his way down my forearm. I didn't realize how tight those muscles were until he started working his fingers into them. It was relaxing on my arms and exciting to my cock. My break down in the shower had killed my arousal but I began to get hard again. The feeling only intensified as he moved to my biceps.

"Damn, you're hot, Kyle," Philip said. "You have definition even when your muscles are relaxed. If I weren't so aroused every time I looked at you, I'd be jealous."

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

Philip scooted down and started working on my pecs. He said, "Mm, sexy, but is there any way you can stop calling me `sir'?"

"Only if you order me not to, Sir," I replied.

"Damn!" he said. "I wonder why I didn't think of that. Listen to me, Kyle. I'm ordering you not to call me "sir" anymore. Call me Philip or Phil or some cute nickname you come up with. Hell, you can call me asshole if I get out of line."

"Sure thing, Philip," I said.

He bent over and kissed me, his lips crushing mine, then he said, "We can't have any more misunderstandings. I'm going to need you to keep cleaning my place. Nico insists you learn how to do it, but I don't want you to obey my orders anymore. I want you to do what you want and to feel free to tell me `no'."

"That's not strong enough, Philip," I said.

"Fine. I order you not obey me anymore when we're together. I order you to do what you want and to tell me `no' when you don't want to do something," he clarified.

I took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Philip. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now I know who my friends are. You, Oliver, and Simon have given me my freedom when I'm around you."

Philip continued the massage, working his way down my abdomen and then working on my legs. He skipped my groin, but he spent a lot of time staring at my cock. I knew that he wanted it. He'd told me often enough with his words and his eyes. But my master wouldn't let me give him what he wanted.

He had me flip over so he could massage my back. His hands felt good, very good, amazingly good. And then he was kissing his way down my spine as he worked the muscles. He didn't stop when he reached my glutes. He worked them with his fingers for a while then he kissed both cheeks.

"Damn, Kyle, you have a perfect ass. It's a fucking work of art," he said. "Do you want me to eat your ass tonight?"

"Oh my God, yes!" I said.

"Good! Then we want the same thing," Philip said.

He pulled my cheeks apart and ran his tongue up the crack in one long, slow motion. It sent chills up my spine when his tongue ran across my hole. Its roughness made me quiver in anticipation.

"Damn, Philip, that feels different, better than before, better than anyone else," I said with a moan.

He laughed and said, "That's because I'm Pezonaki, a were-lynx. Last time we were together, the moon was waning. It's waxing now and I can call on my lynx spirit to manifest a lynx tongue. If you've ever had a cat lick your arm, it's the same thing."

"Well, it feels amazing," I said. "Please don't stop."

Philip went back to pleasuring my hole. That raspy tongue of his made my hole feel alive and it responded by opening completely and allowing him inside. His tongue then worked its magic on the muscles inside the ring.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! OH FUCK! Fuck me, Philip, please," I begged.

"Since you're asking so nicely," Philip said. "How do you want it, sexy."

"Now!" I said with a smile. "I don't care so long as it's now. I need you inside me, Philip."

"Hmm," he said. "If you don't care, then I want you to turn over. I want to see your face while I fuck you."

I turned over. My cock was hard as iron and dripping with precum. Philip parted my legs and moved between them. He had a nice body. It was more rectangular than mine, lacking the vee shape that mine had. His torso was cut, but not as sharply as mine. Still, he looked good.

"What?" Philip asked. "What are you looking at?"

"You," I said. "You look like a sexy beast."

He slapped my thigh playfully and said, "Shut up, Dude. I feel bad when I'm next to you. You're the sexy one."

"I've got a gut, Dude," I said. "You don't."

"Once you get rid of it, you'll be perfect. I'll never get that vee shape like you," he said.

I shrugged and said, "Okay. Whatever you say, but I think you're sexy as hell."

He rubbed my hole with his thumb, probably checking that I was still loose. Oh, I was. He squeezed some lube on his fingers and worked them inside me. Then he lubed his cock. He was a little bigger than me, but much smaller than Matt or some of the other monster cocks I'd taken. Still, it was a nice gesture on his part.

Philip lined up with my hole and pushed his cock inside me. I grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs back to make it easier for him. He started fucking me with slow thrusts. He took his time and made sure to stroke my gay spot with his cock on each thrust.

"You're good at this, Philip. Keep it up. Fuck me like the bitch I am," I said.

Philip's eyes were staring into mine, like he was looking for something. He smiled and said, "Tonight, you're my bitch and I've never had a sexier bitch underneath me."

Since I was holding my legs, his hands were free. He traced my lips with a finger, and I sucked it inside. He laughed and thrust it in and out like a tiny penis. Then he put both hands on my nipples. He took hold of the rings and twisted them slightly. A jolt of pain shot through my torso and ran straight down to my dick.

"Do you like that, Kyle? Do you like your sexy nipples tweaked?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah! Do it harder, Philip. Twist them like you mean it!" I yelled.

He hesitated for a moment and then twisted them with more force. I moaned in pleasure and my dick started oozing precum like a leaky faucet.

"You really do like pain, don't you?" Philip asked.

"Yes," I said. "It makes the whole experience better for me."

"And you're not trying to get me to punish you anymore?" he asked.

I shook my head and said, "No. Not anymore. That's done. I just like the feeling."

Philip let go of my nipples and slapped my face. He didn't slap me hard, but I felt it.

"Do you like that, Kyle?" he asked tentatively.

"Oh yes, but slap me harder," I said.

Philip slapped me harder, and I said, "Harder please."

He increased the force each time, but he began to look unsure. Finally, he hit me hard enough that my teeth rattled.

"Whoa! Not that hard, please. Just like the last time," I said.

He sighed and said, "Good. You let me know when it became too much."

It was obvious that he was relieved. I must have convinced him I was alright by telling him to back off. He slapped me again. Each slap sent a jolt through my cock. Maybe I wasn't right in the head, but it excited me. Philip had backed off on the force. He was using a lot less force than I'd said was okay, but it still felt good.

I was getting close. Philip could see it in my face. He stopped slapping me and crushed my lips with his own. He'd never kissed me this hard before. He was biting my lips hard enough to make me groan, but he was careful not to break the skin. He'd promised my master he wouldn't turn me. My cock felt like it was on fire. I had one of those strange non-orgasms that happened sometimes when I was fucked. My ass started spasming, clenching tightly on Philips cock and each compression sent cum shooting from my cock. Waves of pleasure rolled over my body, and I started whining.

Philip knelt upright and thrust deep inside me, his cock pumping his own load inside me.

When we were done, Philip licked the cum off my abdomen. He even dared to run his raspy tongue over my cock a few times. We lay together on the bed after that and cuddled. Philip stroked my side, and I brushed his cheek.

"Do other guys hit you like that?" Philip asked.

I shook my head and said, "Not really. No one else ever asks what I want."

Philip was nicer to me than anyone I had sex with. I liked the rough stuff, but I also loved the way he just held me. The romance was good. He'd treated me so well that I felt guilty. My mind kept imagining that it was Simon in my arms. He wasn't as big, but I could imagine his slender yet muscular body wrapped in my arms. A vision of him fucking me flashed across my mind, and then everything slid sideways, and I was holding him, my cock sliding between his round brown cheeks.

Philip brushed my cheek and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I lied and said, "I was thinking about how great you were tonight."

"Thanks," he said. "You were amazing as always."

"I didn't do anything," I said. "You did all the work."

"Yeah, but you're so sexy you don't have to do anything. I could cum just by watching you," he said. "But we need to eat. Are you hungry?"

"I could eat a whole cow," I said.

"No cow tonight," he said. "We're having chicken breast. Now let's get dressed."

Buckwalder had packed me a pair of nice black shorts. They were short enough that I could legitimately call them booty shorts, but they weren't my usual gym shorts. They were the kind with a zipper and a button at the waist. I also had a dusty rose polo shirt that fit me like a glove. He'd packed me a pair of light gray briefs that left my ass exposed. The waistband said, "HOT BOTTOM".

I couldn't explain to Philip why I had tears in my eyes. Earlier today, I was labeled SPORTY BOY and tonight I was labeled HOT BOTTOM. I could live with both of those. I was able to forget that I was a slave tonight.

"Damn you look good!" Philip said. "I wish we were going out tonight so I could show you off, but I'm making dinner tonight."

"I didn't know you cooked," I said.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Kyle," he said.

Dinner was excellent. Philip had made a large salad with homemade lemon tahini dressing. He grilled chicken breast he'd marinated in lemon and garlic. He also made homemade rolls. He was a good cook. He'd known about my restricted diet, and he'd made a low-carb, low-calorie dinner.

After dinner, we did the dishes together. I washed and he dried. Then we went into the living room and danced. I didn't know how to dance, but he showed me how. He got me so horny that he had to fuck me again before bed. And I had such a good time that I forgot about how terrible my life was.

We slept together, Philip curled up against me playing little spoon to my big spoon.

Philip

When I'd smelled werewolf on Kyle, I lost it. I hated werewolves with an ugly festering hatred that I knew made me a bigot. I was in love with Kyle, even though I knew he wasn't in love with me. I'd decided to suffer in silence and keep it to myself. I hated it when other guys used Kyle. If it hadn't been a waning moon, close to the new moon, I may have done something I'd regret to those guys who'd taken him away from me after our previous workout session. And the thought of filthy werewolves slavering all over him and spilling their seed inside him made me so angry that I did something stupid. I'd taken it out on Kyle.

I treated him just like all those I hated had treated him. And I couldn't stop myself. I tried to punish him with too much weight, but he rose to every challenge. It was like he was on steroids or something, but I knew that he wasn't. I would have smelled it on him. And then he did that fucking striptease and lap dance in the locker room. I didn't rip the guy's head off who'd ordered him to do it. I took it out on Kyle. I didn't mean to make him streak through the gym. That was a mistake.

I'd put flowers in the bedroom and had made a sexy playlist, but I went into the bedroom and threw the flowers away. Kyle did everything he was told, and I was an asshole. I couldn't bring myself to apologize. I just got worse, and then I heard him in the shower. He was crying and beating himself with the shower head.

I freaked out. I had no idea what to do. He was in total breakdown mode. I knew that I'd triggered it, but I didn't know how to help. When I finally got him settled down on the bed, I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever was going on with him wasn't resolved, but I'd helped him put it at bay. I wouldn't have thought such a big guy, with such muscles could be that vulnerable, but he looked almost fragile lying there.

Sex this afternoon had been a total revelation. I learned a lot about Kyle's wants and needs. After being a total shit to him, I'd decided to make everything about him tonight. I'd already been planning that, but I strengthened my resolve.

We ended up having sex again. It was gentler and cuddlier. That was more style anyway. Then I pulled Kyle's arms around me and pressed my butt against his groin. I imagined he was going to fuck me. I stayed there until he fell asleep. Then I slipped out and went into the bathroom and made a call. I'd looked in Kyle's phone earlier and gotten the number.

When I was with Kyle, I didn't like to think about him with other men, especially not werewolves and most especially not a werewolf he was in love with, a werewolf who may very well love Kyle in return.

It was late, but I hoped he'd answer.

"Simon Carter," he said. "Who's calling?"

"Um, you don't know me," I whispered into the phone. "My name is Philip Mertz and I'm with Kyle right now. I wouldn't be calling, except Kyle had a complete breakdown today. I talked him through it and he's sleeping peacefully now. I just thought you'd want to know since he's in love with you."

"Hold on, I'll see if I can get a ride over there," he said.

I heard him arguing with someone in the background. It sounded like he was muffling the microphone. He seemed angry – no, not angry. He was desperate.

Finally, he said, "I can't come over tonight. Keep an eye on him. Do not leave him alone at all. He's been on a downward spiral, and he could hurt himself. I'll come over tomorrow morning."

"I have to have him back on campus by 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning," I said.

"Then I'll meet him there. Take him to Nico. Don't leave him alone at all," he said. "I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry. I'll keep him safe," I said.

And I did. I crawled back into bed, but I didn't let myself fall asleep. I spent the night watching Kyle sleep.

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.

·        Amalthea Stern. A 25-year-old mage researcher who lives in the town of Severan. She is doing research on the effects of the numina flux zone on mundanes living in the area. Her theory is that the NFZ causes a higher percentage of babies in the area to be born with mage talent, tus increasing the potential number of New Blood Mages. She's attractive, with light skin, dark gray eyes, and dark blond hair. She is a member of the Stern family (one of the 50 families). Her partner and fiancé is Leo Wu.

·        Bernice Hartman. A 21-year-old junior mage who lives at Ibis House. She's in a relationship with Zoe Smith. She's a tall woman, about six feet in height with dark auburn hair, fair skin, and brown eyes.

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

·        Carmen Peralta. The 38-year-old groundskeeper at Ibis House. She's a mage with a talent for plants, but she also knows spells she uses to maintain the facilities.

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

·        Delian Khalkis. A 21-year-old college junior who lives at Ibis House. He's a Greek American from an old but obscure family. He and Rowan Vidas-Wu are best friends. They share everything, including the girls and boys they date.

·        Egon Stehle. A 55-year-old mage who is the housekeeper for Ibis House. He's a very powerful practical mage. He also does the cooking on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday. He doesn't say much, but he's friendly with the residents.

·        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 he 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.

·        Felicia Gladstone. A 38-year-old mage who manages Ibis House. She's also an assistant principal at the local high school. She has a nine-year-old daughter Selena who attends the local K-8 school.

·        Gwendolyn Gray. A junior who is majoring in chemistry. She and her brother are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·        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.

·        Leo Wu. A 21-year-old mage who lives in the town of Severan. He's been tasked by the Conclave to conduce an accurate census of the inhabitants, paying special attention to the number of mages, untrained people with mage talent, and other supernaturals. His work provides data for the study his partner and fiancée Amalthea Stern is conducting. He is maternal cousins with Oliver Rankin (their mothers are sisters). He is of average height and build, with attractive Eurasian features. (His father is a Wu, and his mother is a Da Silva). His skin tone is light olive (a gift from the Da Silva) family and his hair is dark brown and wavy. His eyes are light brown (amber) and he wears a well-trimmed goatee and moustache. He was three years behind Sebastian at the Academy, a year ahead of Remuel Adler and two years ahead of Oliver and the other freshman mages.

·        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.

·        Rowan Vidas-Wu. A 21-year-old college junior who lives at Ibis House. He was born in Chicago to a Lithuanian American father and a Chinese American mother. Both the Vidas and the Wu families are among the fifty families. He's a friend of Reggie Delmar, but his best friend is Delian Khalkis. The two of them share everything, including boys and girls they date.

·        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.

·        Seth Gray. A junior who is majoring in classics. He and his sister are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·        Silvan Reynard. A sophomore mind mage who lives at Ibis House. He's 5 foot 8 inches tall, blond and slender with an almost elfin shape to his face despite being human. (The Reynards are said to have been fey touched for generations). He is in love with Rakesh Mishra. He and Kieran are in the same beginning yoga/mind magery classes.

·        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.

·        Zoe Smith. A 20-year-old Sophomore mind mage who lives at Ibis House. She is an African American woman, about five foot eight inches tall, with a curvy shape, a broad smile and short black hair in tight curls.

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.

·        Abe Grossman. A heavy-set man in his late 40s who lives in town. He has male pattern baldness, leaving the top of his head bald, but his substantial beard is brown streaked with gray. He has a ten-inch dick that is about as thick as a soda can, and he knows how to use it. He's the leader of the group that used Kyle in the gym locker room. The group includes Ryan Masters and the twins, Freddy and Teddy Zimmerman.

·        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.

·        Freddy Zimmerman. A freshman with a slender but muscular build, light skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. Like his twin brother Teddy, he's submissive. He was part of the group who used Kyle in the gym locker room.

·        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.

·        Leo Wagner. A construction worker in Severan who felt under the control of Remuel Adler who used a combination of magic and Leo's suppressed gay fantasies to control him. He's a handsome man with fair skin, light brown hair, and a solid build. He's thirty-two but looks younger. He looks a little bit like Sebastian Trent, which is what draws Remuel Adler to him. He has a 16-year-old son named Mason, and two daughters, Tiffany (13) and Brittany (12).

·        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.

·        Ryan Masters. A handsome junior with mixed Asian and Caucasian ancestry. He has light skin and brown wavy hair. His slanted eyes are green. He used Kyle in the gym locker room. He's close with Abe Grossman and the twins, Freddy and Teddy Zimmerman.

·        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.

·        Teddy Zimmerman. A freshman with a slender but muscular build, light skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. Like his twin brother Freddy, he's submissive. He was part of the group who used Kyle in the gym locker room.

·        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.

·        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 werewolves.

·        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 (alpha). A sophomore 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's really an alpha. He claimed 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 younger 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. He's a junior.

·        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.

Places

·        Alchemy House. A large house in Severan purchased by Jason's father for use as an alchemy lab to make weapons and potions for the Severan Council. Jason has convinced his father to sell him the house instead of turning it over to the Conclave. The house was owned by a mage and has too many magical enhancements to be sold to mundanes. It has magical protections and wards, but the Lee family is paying for more to be added.

·        Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·        Blue Room. A gay strip bar operated by the weretiger Mahendra Khatri. Most of the employees and clientele can't see through the velamen arcanum. Zeno Schiller dances here and a lot of versipelles and mages frequent the place. Unfortunately for most of our main characters, the minimum age to enter is 21.

·        Butternut Ranch Resort. A luxury resort less than an hour north of Severan via a windy road through the national forest. It's mage friendly and is owned and operated by mages. There's a magic circle to ease translocation spells in the basement, and a lot of magical enhancements that are subtle enough for the mundanes not to notice. The resort sits at the northern end of the numina flux zone.

·        Ibis House. A large house in town that is used by the mages as off-campus residence. It's shielded by the velamen arcanum and mundanes tend to ignore it. It's been modified by magic over the decades and has a lot of magical features and defenses. There's a magic circle to make translocation spells easier to use. It's owned and operated by the Ibis Foundation, a mage NGO that maintains Ibis House facilities near mundane universities in many towns.

·        Newbury's Country Kitchen. A diner owned by Esther Newbury, a widow whose daughter Molly helps in the restaurant. She's a member of PFLAG because of her son Bobby who experienced violence in town before moving to Columbus. The restaurant has mostly traditional American dishes, but they can accommodate vegetarians and other special diets.

·        Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·        Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·        Severan House. The oldest building on campus, it was originally the home of Aurelius Severan, the mage who founded the college. Severan House contains offices, a museum, and several mage-only facilities, including a magic circle in the basement to make translocation spells more accurate. Students living at Ibis House and mages visiting from other towns and states use this circle to arrive in Severan.

·        Wolf House. A large farmhouse surrounded by row apartments used by werewolves to house wolves who can't or don't want to live on campus. It's governed by Zeno Schiller with the aid of a council of alphas. It's the headquarters of the Severan Pack.