TREGA ACADEMY FOR THE MYSTIC ARTS
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The hot water felt good on my back as I stood in the shower trying to wipe the sleep from mind, a pretty much impossible task seeing as Marcus had tackled me in my bed telling me to get up at the amazing time of ... THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING. Albeit I didn't blame him, despite being tired, I was more than excited about today. IT was the morning of October the 23rd, the day Nicholas and Marcus would be returning to the academy, and the first day of my Academic Career at Tregaori del Trianna, otherwise known as Trega Academy of the Mystic.
Letting out a string of nasty insults, I wiped the shampoo that had just conveniently wanted to meet with my eye, burning like hell, but waking me up somewhat more than I had been. As I was wiping my eyes, my thoughts traveled back to the events of last week, where I had my brother's dick down my throat and his cum, as he told me it was called the next day, in my stomach. I glanced down and noticed my little nail had shot up, the little scar under my head separating the shaft from the bright pink skin under my head, and the head itself, a bright red mushroom-shaped helmet. I giggled as I squirted a bit of soap onto my hand and rubbed it onto the now 4 inch cockle. I had re-measured it recently and found out I had grown an inch in the dick-department over the past few months since I had last measured it, and figured out the little activity I was about to complete. I grasped my dick with my thumb, index, and middle fingers, and rapidly began to rub up and down. The soap glistened off of my penis and I stood with my knees locked as my fingers blurred across the steel-hard tool. I moaned as I reached my 'cum', which wasn't much more than an amazing feeling like I was being tickled from the inside of my dick, and shut off the water.
Grasping a small towel, which I wrapped around my waist, I opened the door into my room, outfit set onto my twin-sized bed: My favorite black ghet with red stitching (Perhaps a size too small, but I couldn't bring myself to give it up) which would serve as my underwear for the day, grey jeans, light-green V-neck, and a wool-hoody with several mystic seals sewn into the interior my brother Nicholas had given me last month. As I was putting on the clothes, an envelope fell out of the jacket's pocket, the folded and re-folded letter the Academy had sent me the day after Marcus had 'taught' me. I opened it one more time, and the scarlet ink was traced by my eyes again, it had read:
Addressed to: Seth Argran, 11th year, Sibling of Marcus Argran and Nicholas Argran
Welcome
Congratulations at coming-of-age, and being accepted into the Trega Academy for the Mystic. You have been recognized for your lineage and inheritance of magic from your family, whatever the basis of your magic may be. In accordance with the laws of the Sage, your parents, siblings, etc. have left you in the dark about what you may learn here, or what may occur for you in this school. The goal this school attempts to achieve is to hone your abilities in order to let you fend for yourself in this world, and others.
Your education will be based upon not only your personal skills, rather it will include personal interests in the forms of elective pursuits, generic education in which all students are required to learn, and participation in one (or more) extra-curricular pursuits of academia, athleticism, or any activity that you will find promoted within this center of scholars. No mystic pursuit will be rejected or hidden from your view, and you will have access to the collective knowledge our alumni, students, staff, and founders have procured throughout history. Masters of all known respects of magic, be you Sorcerer, Shaman, Anthrologic, Entropist, etc. Your skills will be improved and honed under their tutelage. This body knows that we cannot control what you will seek to pursue when you are beyond the walls of our grounds, however we will seek to teach you whwat will guide you down the right path in your life. You, and your peers of both your age, older, and younger will accompany you on this journey to educational enlightenment in our school.
We expect only the greatest effort you can muster, anything less is an insult to both yourself, and those who have come before you.
We expect to see you this October of the 23rd day.
Your future home, Trega Academy
I refolded the letter and placed it in my jeans pocket, and grabbed the 2 suitcases that held the rest of my wardrobe and belongings, just as I heard Marcus banging on my door "Hurry up numb-nuts! It's time to go!" I grinned, and opened the door, bounding down the stairs after Joey, piling into the taxi waiting for my two brothers and me.
I looked over at my two brothers, red-headed Marcus and our older brother Nicholas, brown hari framing his 17 year old face. As usual, he kept a quiet manner around him, that is until they both looked at me with devious grins.
"You know tradition Seth!" they said in unison, and I gulped, the tradition was very well known to me. It dictates that on a person's first trip to the academy, they must be placed in an unconscious state until they arrive at the School, some myth about it keeping the feeling of exhilaration higher or something, who knows.
Nicholas placed his hand on my forehead, whispered a few words, and immediately I was asleep on Marcus' lap.
We are on our way!
I promise that the rest of the chapters are going to be absolutely chock-full of sex and deviancy!