College Magic Cycle

My Roommate the Alchemist Chapter 13

Introduction

I welcome feedback from readers, in fact I thrive on it.

This story is fantasy, a D/s love story between Kieran, a naive young man, traumatized and driven into the closet by his upbringing, and Jason, another young man who is confident in himself and his sexuality. Jason leads Kieran on a voyage of self-discovery, helping him to come to terms with his gayness and his submission.

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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·        This story is only one more chapter away from the end of it's first phase. Once we reach that point, there will be some fundamental differences, but the story will continue.

·        I made a mistake in setting the background calendar for this cycle. I have the classes starting on Labor Day. It's too late to change it now, so we'll have to just live with the mistake.

·        Other Stories Not in College Magic

o   Jack and the Giant

o   Sacred Submissives

o   Bellus Cinaedus

My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 13 (Turning a Corner) – Thursday

Dream Session

In my dream session with Dr. Kamon, we trained my mind, but mostly we talked about what had happened to me last Sunday. "But it was my fault," I said. "I must have done something to make Kyle think that I was available."

I remembered the words of Pastor Mercy from the College Success Program I'd been forced to complete by my uncle. (His church had been a sponsor of the program.) He'd said that homosexuals were looking to prey on boys like me, and that we had to do anything we could to keep ourselves safe.

But that didn't feel right to me. Most of the openly gay guys I'd met had been nothing but friendly, even Darren once I'd gotten to know him. Jason made me feel safe and loved. Alonzo made me want to laugh and sometimes to be a little naughty. Erik, well he'd been weird lately, but he always seemed to be looking out for me.

As always, Dr. Kamon seemed to hear my thoughts. "Don't put stock in the words of an ignorant hatemonger," he said. "You promised my nephew that you trusted him. Was that a lie?"

"No sir," I said. "I trust Jason more than I've ever trusted anyone, at least since I was 12."

"Who did Jason say was to blame for the incident?" he asked.

"He said it was his fault, sir, but it wasn't," I said. "I disobeyed him. I ran into a bathroom on the far side of the building from him. I did everything wrong, and I left myself open for attack."

"My nephew takes too much on himself," he said. "It's his arrogance speaking, of course. You should know that the incident was partially his fault. He made a crucial mistake. He amplified your naturally sweet pheromones, and then he failed in his responsibility to protect you. He's your alpha and it's his job to protect his boy. Let him have his guilt. You do him no service by denying him his responsibility. But none of the fault for what happened was yours. Because you're a submissive boy, you would have deserved discipline for failing to obey your man. You promised to obey, and you didn't. But you'd been traumatized by Kyle, and it would have served no purpose to discipline you in that state.

"Don't take on more guilt than is yours, however. Did you flirt with Kyle? Did you touch him in a seductive way? Did you tell him it was okay to touch you? Did you consent to what happened? Did you do any of these things?"

I shook my head. "No sir," I said. "I didn't do any of those things."

"Then you are not responsible," he said. "Some of the fault lies with Jason, but the ultimate responsibility belongs to Kyle. He's the one who broke all the rules of civilized society. He shouldn't have touched you without your consent, and he shouldn't have touched another man's boy without that man's permission. Don't let him off the hook."

I needed to think about that some more, but I said, "No sir, I won't. At least I'll try."

We spent more time talking, but it was mostly about my feelings about my aunt and uncle, and my own parents. Dr. Kamon mostly listened, but he did offer one piece of advice.

"Your father image in your mind bears the shape of your uncle," he said. "From what you've told me, he was a very bad father. A good father should be authoritative and loving. He, on the other hand, was authoritarian and callous. You need a new father image. Loving is non-negotiable. Your new image must be loving. Since you are so submissive, it's okay if your new image is authoritarian instead of authoritative. Think on this while you sleep."

Kieran

I awoke with Jason's arm around me. He was kissing my temple. I rolled over so he could kiss my lips, and he didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth to let him take control. My breath tasted foul, but Jason never seemed to notice my morning breath. When he broke the kiss, he said, "Good morning beautiful boy."

He brushed my golden red curls out of my eyes and said, "I am so in love with you that it makes my heart ache."

"I love you, too, sir," I moaned as he kissed my neck. One of his hands slid down to cup my butt, and one finger slid between my cheeks to rub my hole. I wiggled against him. I felt a sudden need to have him inside me.

Jason threw the sheet off my body, uncovering my nakedness. I was painfully erect. Jason ran a finger down my little cock, making it jump. "Does my beloved boy need his man inside him?" he asked, then bent down to lick my nipple.

"Yes sir!" I moaned. "I need my powerful man inside me."

Jason flipped me over onto my stomach and turned on the bed, so he was facing my butt. I held my breath as I felt him pull my cheeks apart and lick my pucker. "That feels so good, sir," I said, gasping with pleasure.

I could feel his firm, muscular tongue plunging inside me. It felt so good that I was crying.

"You taste delicious, baby," he said. Then he ate my ass for several minutes, although it felt longer, like time had no meaning when he was inside me.

Then he flipped me over again and stuck two fingers in my mouth. I sucked them greedily while he gently fondled my balls in their sack. My hairless little cock was leaking precum on my smooth abdomen. Jason moved his fingers to my butt again and began to tap my hole. He slid one finger inside and I whined in pleasure. His lips locked with mine as he began to plunge his finger in and out. He scooped up some of the precum on my abdomen with his fingers and smeared it around and inside my hole. Then he moved back down to my ass and started to tongue me again.

When he judged I was loose enough, he moved behind me and lifted my hips. "Do you want me inside you, little boy?" he asked, teasing me with the head of his cock.

"Yes Daddy," I squealed. "I mean sir."

He smiled at me. "You can call me Daddy, little boy," he said, with a smile. "I am your lover, your protector, your mentor, your daddy. I'll be all those things for you if you want me to." He slipped the head of his large cock inside me. It always hurt when he did that, but it was a pain that I was more than willing to endure so that I could feel him inside me.

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" I cried. "I need you inside me."

Jason never rushed. He penetrated me slowly, an inch or so at a time, waiting each time for me to adjust. Once he was in as far as he could go, he inhaled and began to fuck me. The pain of his entry had wilted my erection a little, but I grew hard again quickly when he stroked my prostate with his cock. He knew what he was doing. I could feel him touch me inside with every thrust.

"You're my perfect complement, sweet and beautiful boy," he said. His fingers brushed my lips. When I opened them to moan, he slipped them inside. I grabbed his wrist and held on as I sucked greedily on them. I was getting closer, and I couldn't suck any longer. My mouth opened and I began breathing quickly in fast shallow breaths.

"Cum for me, baby," Jason said. "Cum for me so your beautiful little ass can milk me dry."

My little cock shot cum all over my abdomen and my chest. I could feel my hole clamping down on his cock. He shot his load deep inside me, and I could swear that I felt it. When he had seeded me completely, he bent down and gently took my penis in his mouth, cleaning it. He stopped before I could get aroused again. He opened his mouth to show me my cum on his tongue. Then he sucked all the cum off my abdomen and chest. I could tell that his mouth was full. He didn't swallow it, he kissed me and let me suck it all out of his mouth.

"You have the sweetest, and most beautiful ass in the world, baby boy," he said. His cock was still inside me, but he was beginning to deflate. He slid his hands under my shoulders and lifted me against his chest. Then he slid down so that he was lying on his back on the bed and lifted me off his cock. I slid down and took him in my mouth and cleaned him with my tongue.

When I was done, I crawled on top of Jason and lay my cheek on his chest. He kissed the top of my head while I lay there listening to his strong heartbeat. I wanted to stay there forever, but Jason was more practical than me. He patted my butt and said, "It's time to get up, beloved boy."

I slid off him and stood shakily beside the bed until he joined me. We showered and I offered to take his piss. He never asked me anymore, but I thought that I had come to enjoy it. It wasn't the taste, although I still didn't love it. It was my chance to show Jason my total devotion to him. We did all our morning rituals, then we went to breakfast. Jason chose healthy food for me. He knew I didn't like raw fish, so he made me try cream cheese and nutritional yeast on my bagel. The idea disturbed me, but it tasted like cheese toast. I decided that I liked it. I liked it better than when he'd made me try avocado. He always laughed because I was such a picky eater, but I was getting better.

Jason went over my schedule with me and made sure I knew who was going to be babysitting me in each class. I didn't argue with him this time. I knew that I hadn't been very successful when I was on my own Monday through Wednesday. Today I felt better than I had, but I was going to obey my man. That was my new resolution. I was going to be a good boy and obey. Jason had dressed me in teal and gold today. My shorts were teal with gold trim, and my tank top was gold with teal and green flowers. My jockstrap was also gold. I knew that I looked gayer than Alonzo in this outfit, but I didn't really care. I even put my cherry lip gloss on before Jason kissed me goodbye, right outside Professor Gordan's office. Jason knocked on the door and refused to go until the professor called me inside.

When I came inside, Professor Gordan looked up and his eyes opened wide. "Stop for a minute," he said. "Turn around and let me look at you." I turned around slowly, and I heard him whistle. "You are extremely cute, and you have good taste."

"Jason picks out my clothes, sir," I said, blushing a little.

He shook his head and chuckled. "Do you even realize the effect you have on men?" he asked. "Never mind, just sit down and look cute while I try not to get distracted."

I sat down and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm not trying to be a problem."

He finished whatever he was doing on the computer and sat back in his chair. "Smile, Kieran," he said. "You're prettier when you smile. And stop being so touchy. Sometimes a man is just trying to give you a compliment, not criticizing. You are very distracting, in a very enjoyable way. Hasn't anyone ever given you a compliment before?"

I thought about it for a moment then said, "Jason gives me compliments, sir. And I don't mean to apologize all the time, but I didn't hear a lot of compliments when I was growing up."

I grew teary eyed and told him my whole story, except for the magic parts. I didn't understand why I felt compelled to spill all my secrets to him, but now that Jason had told me Professor Gordan was safe, I needed him to understand me. He got up from the desk and walked over to the chair I was sitting in. "Get up," he said.

When I stood, he pulled me into an embrace and held me. I started crying. I couldn't believe how weepy I was today. He sat down in the chair and pulled me into his lap. He rubbed my back while I cried. "You're going to be okay, you know," he said. "You have someone to take care of you and I know that he loves you very much. I'll try not to be sarcastic with you in the future. You're really very sensitive."

When I stopped crying he stood up and sat me down in the chair again. He leaned against his desk and started texting. The chair was large, so I pulled my knees up and put my arms around them. The professor looked at me and then looked away quickly. He was texting for a few minutes, then he put his phone away and grabbed his bag. "Let's go, Kieran," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

We walked down to the classroom on the first floor. We were a little late, so the area was packed with students, but they made way for me and the professor to get to the front of the line. He walked me down to the front and had me sit in the same stool I'd been in on Tuesday. A handsome guy with dark skin and a goatee came up and said hi, pulling the other stool at the bench out, but Sally Minh slid in and sat in the stool before he could sit down. She ignored him and turned to me and gave me a hug. I was sure I heard the guy say "bitch" under his breath as he turned away.

She laughed and said, "I'm your babysitter in this class, remember? Jason wouldn't trust me anymore if I let some handsome dude sit next to you and bother you in class. Where were you?"

I told her that I was with Professor Gordan in his office, that Jason had made him responsible for me before class started. She gave me a wink and told me she would come up and get me in the future. "You are looking unspeakably cute this morning, you know," she said.

I felt my phone vibrate, so I took it out and checked it. I'd gotten a text from Jason. It read; I love you, baby boy. Be good in class.

I texted back; I love you too, sir. I'll be good.

Then I put my phone face down on the table and took out my art supplies. We were taking notes on some new techniques today, so I pulled out the journal Jason had bought me for the class. It was unlined. He must've noticed that I preferred unlined paper. I always felt constrained by the lines on the page. I felt good all during class. Not only was this my favorite class, but Sally kept up a whispering commentary all class. She made feel at ease. I didn't have to say anything because she seldom paused long enough for me to say much more than monosyllabic agreement.

We were walking out of the classroom after the class when that good looking guy with the goatee stopped me at the door and said, "Hello, my name is David – he pronounced it with the stress on the last syllable da-VEED – and ...."

Sally took my arm and said, "Nice to meet you David, but we've got to go."

A look of anger passed over David's face and I felt a chill run down my spine. "Back off, bitch," he snarled. "I'm only saying hello. It's not like I'm going to molest him here in the hallway!"

My eyes widened and I ran towards the door. I heard Sally running behind me shouting, "Good job, asshole!"

She was fast, she caught up to me and took my arm. "Calm down Kieran," she said. "He didn't mean it. He didn't know."

I stopped running and looked over my shoulder. "I know he didn't know," I said. "It wasn't really his words. He was so angry. That look on his face made me want to run, then he said that word and I couldn't help it."

Sally was holding her phone, adjusting the zoom on her camera. She snapped a picture of him. I was still talking. "He was good looking too, and now he probably thinks I'm a basket case. But I get scared when I see angry men."

Sally cocked her head to one side and said, "What does it matter if he's good looking or not? You already have a hot man who's crazy about you. You don't need to anyone else flirting with you. Do you know how crazy your boyfriend is about you? He texted me before class began and told me you'd been crying in the professor's office. He wanted me to let him know how you're doing, so I'm going to do that now before he gets annoyed that I haven't done it yet."

"Why did you take that guy's picture?" I asked.

Sally smiled at me and said, "First, he was cute. Second, I'm going to send it to Jason if he bothers you again."

"Don't," I begged. "He didn't do anything but come up and say hi. I don't want Jason to do anything to him just for being friendly."

"Alright," she said, throwing an arm around my waist. "I won't send it unless he makes a pest out of himself."

I later found out that she'd lied about that. I sighed with relief and walked with her to the math building. She didn't leave until Meghan came up to me. She put her hand around my shoulder and said, "Come on, princess."

"Why don't you like me?" I asked in a small voice as we were walking into the building.

She stopped and put both hands on my shoulders. "I don't dislike you, Kieran," she said. "I was upset with you Tuesday because you were a little bitch to my best friend, but Darren told me your whole story."

She must have seen the look on my face because she said, "Don't blame him! I wouldn't let him defend you until he told me everything. Now I'm calling you princess because that's what you are. You're delicate and sensitive; you have all these guys hovering around you to protect you like knights in shining armor. Darren thinks your farts smell like roses, and Drew got so mad that he sicced all of us on Kyle. Of course, I enjoyed seeing Darren kick his ass, but damn, Kieran ..." she smiled at me and shook her head, "... you are a princess, dear. Get used to it."

She pulled me into a hug. "Don't be so sensitive about it," she said. "And don't worry about the predators out there because you have the real predators on your side. Even I would have put my name into the hat to beat the shit out of Kyle if I hadn't promised to get our own more sensitive members out of the area. The pack would have gone after him anyway because of Simon, but all they could talk about was what had happened to you, and the fact that now the word will get around not to cross us. You were under our protection when you were attacked, you know. And we failed you. Sorry."

"I didn't know," I said. Then I whispered, "You didn't kill him did you?" I'd wished him dead a lot recently, and I still wanted him to suffer, but I didn't want to see him dead, not really.

"Nope," she said. "That wasn't the deal we made with his master."

I was left with more questions than answers at this point, but I allowed Meghan to lead me to class. There weren't two seats next to each other when we got there, but she glared at someone and told them to move. Then she sat me next to the wall and put herself between me and the other students. I was seated in the front against the far wall. Meghan saw that the student behind me was a girl and she settled into her chair. I knew that she didn't like to sit up front. Neither did I, but I didn't argue with her. She was my protector and Jason had told me to obey all my protectors. I was just glad that she didn't hate me anymore.

I got another text from Jason telling me that he loved me and telling me to be good. I wondered if he thought I was going to start breaking windows or something. I assured him that I loved him and promised to be good again.

After math, Meghan led me to the psychology department and walked me to the 2nd floor lounge. She growled at anyone who got in our way, so we made pretty good time. When we got there, she pulled one of the couches over so that it was by itself flush against the wall. She made me sit down at one end of the couch and she put my backpack on the other end. "I have to go," she said, texting while she ran off.

I started drawing in my small sketchbook. It was the same picture of Jason I'd been working on Tuesday. When my phone buzzed. I knew it had to be Jason, and it was. He asked me where I was, then he reminded me to text him if moved from the couch. I sent him a smiley wearing a halo. He sent me back one that had an eggplant, a pointed finger, and a peach. I was very naive, so I had to look them up. Then I was blushed and got hard. I simply answered I love you, sir.

I had about half an hour left to wait for Jason's class to get done, so I kept my head down and worked on my drawing. I had leaned against one side of the couch and pulled my knees up to rest my sketch pad against them. I was interrupted by a young man with a square jaw and spiky blond hair who moved my backpack the floor and sat down on the other end of the couch. I started to put my legs down, but he said, "Don't move on my account."

I looked around the room and noticed that most of the seats were taken. I felt the guy's hands on my calves, holding me still. "I said don't move," he was smiling but it didn't make me feel any more comfortable. "You aren't bothering me."

He turned his head to look around my legs and his smile got bigger. "Pretty gold straps," he said. I tried to put my legs down, but grip was too strong. I knew he could see my straps peeking through the short legs of the skimpy shorts I was wearing.

"Please leave me alone," I begged quietly. "I'll go somewhere else."

"Shh," he said just as quietly. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're too pretty for that."

He held onto my right calf with his left hand and slid his right hand up my left calf and down my thigh. He ignored my erection and slid his hand down to stroke my buttocks. I was beginning to tremble a little with fear and I felt ice water run down my spine.

"I don't want you to touch me," I said. "Let go of me."

He slid his hand inside my shorts, under my left buttock. His fingers grazed my butt crack. I was breathing heavily, and my eyes were watering. I noticed that the couch I was on wasn't completely visible. There was a large potted plant blocking part of the view. He must have moved it over when I was engrossed in drawing.

I didn't want to yell for help, but I couldn't get away from this guy. "I have a boyfriend," I said. "He's in that class over there." I gestured towards the door to Jason's classroom with my head.

The guy slid his fingers further into my crack and began rubbing my hole. I clenched tightly and tried to kick him with my left leg. His groping hand moved to my front and grabbed my scrotum. "Stop kicking me, boy," he said. "Give me a kiss, and your boyfriend will never know." He twisted my nuts to make sure he had my attention.

It was hard to concentrate with his hands on me, but I tried to follow the advice Dr. Kamon had given me. I let my mind concentrate on Jason. I need you, sir. I need you now.

I kept running the same thought my head. The man moved in and pressed his lips against mine, but I kept my mouth closed tightly against him. Then I felt his hand tighten on my nuts. When I gasped in pain, he kissed me loosely with his lips. He wasn't foolish enough to put his tongue in my mouth. I would have bitten it off.

I felt the guy being pulled off me and I saw Jason with cold fury in his eyes. He blew powder into my attacker's face and the guy began rubbing at his eyes. People were looking now, and Jason pulled me off the couch into his embrace, stroking my hair.

"You heard my call, sir," I buried my face in his neck.

"Yes, I did," he said. "Thanks to Uncle Kamon, I will always hear my baby's call."

Then I heard him speaking in Mandarin to someone. I glanced up to see an older student standing there. He looked Chinese to me. They exchanged words for minute or so. The guy who'd attacked me was still rubbing his eyes and trying to talk. His tongue had swollen in his mouth and was hanging out past his lips.

The man Jason was talking to spoke in English. "I will talk to the professor. Your boy can come in and sit at the back of the room so long as he doesn't disrupt class, starting next week."

Then he gestured at the other man and said something in Mandarin. Jason argued with him. The guy put his cell phone away and shook his head. Jason sat me in a chair nearby and packed up my stuff. Then he put my backpack on his shoulder, along with his own. He put his arms around my shoulder and walked me out of the building.

"This is the second time I've caused you to miss your psychology class, sir," I said. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to cause trouble."

"You are my first priority," he said. "I will choose you first every time." He pulled me in for a kiss and he patted my butt.

"It doesn't make sense to me, sir," I said. "Tuesday, I panicked. Those guys weren't really trying to ... to molest me, sir. If I hadn't panicked, I probably could have dealt with the situation. But this guy wasn't teasing. He was touching me and trying to force me. It doesn't make sense to me. Why do men keep attacking me?"

Jason laughed and pulled me close. "You are very cute, boy," he said. "I can't keep my hands off you either."

"I'm not stupid, sir," I said, my annoyance showing a little. "I know some men like to look at me. But most men don't try to force themselves on someone just because they're attracted them, and it's happened to me twice in a few days."

Jason sighed and pulled me over to a grassy area in the sun. "Let's sit and talk," he said. We sat down and then he continued, "Kyle attacked you because he's sick in the head. His new roommate Nico has told me that he has a history of attacking pretty, gay boys like you. You're probably right that the men Tuesday were harassing you for being gay, but probably weren't trying to molest you. This guy today confuses me too. He was molesting you in a room with other students in it. If you'd cried out, he would have been arrested by the campus police. It makes no sense. Let me check something."

He pulled a small case out of his bag and opened it. He pulled a vial out of the case that was filled with clear liquid, along with a small piece of bamboo sealed in its own jar. "Open your mouth, baby boy," he said. When I did, he stuck the bamboo in my mouth. "All you have to do is get it wet with your saliva."

I washed spit over the stick. It looked like a flat toothpick. Then he pulled it out and stuck it in the vial of liquid. He put the cap back on and shook it. Then he reopened it and stuck a strip of paper inside. When he pulled it out, different colors were appearing in different parts of the paper. He studied it for a minute, then said, "I only see the magics I know you have on you. There are no other magical effects and those I know of wouldn't make anyone attack you.

"The man in the study lounge was either a freak coincidence, or he had an agenda we're unaware of. I don't like the low probability of coincidence. He must have been touching you for some other purpose."

"What could he have wanted, sir?" I was curious but also frightened.

"He was trying to provoke a reaction from you, or from me," Jason said. "And I may have given him what he wanted."

He looked me and asked, "Are you okay? I usually try to keep these ugly things hidden from you because you have enough to worry about."

I shook my head. "I'm okay, sir," I said. "It's scary, but I feel better knowing. Do you mean that he wanted you to throw that powder in his face?"

"No one could have wanted that," Jason said. "He'll be unable to see or talk for a month. But he may have wanted to see some reaction. I should have just punched him."

"Why sir?" I asked. "Why would he want to provoke a reaction from you?"

Jason sighed and closed his eyes or a moment, then he looked me straight in the eye. "He may have been testing to see if you or I were a mage? We have enemies out there, Kieran, enemies who know we exist," he said.

He must have seen that I was scared because he took hold of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. "I'm going to protect you, baby," he said. "No one will ever get you again so long as I'm alive. I'll have to bring Sebastian in on this one. I just need remember what he looked like so I can tell Sebastian."

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out my small sketch book. "I can help, sir, I know what he looked like."

I started sketching his face. It was quick and dirty. I used pencil to draw the shape and details of his face, and then I took out my pastels and colored it in. It took me about 20 minutes to get the basics down. Another 20 brought out enough details that it looked just like I remembered him. I held it out to Jason. "This is him, sir," I said.

Jason looked at it and smiled. "You are not only beautiful," he said, "but you're so talented it would be a crime for you not to pursue your art. This is so realistic it's even better than a photograph."

He carefully put the picture back into his notebook. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me. He carefully laid out our plans, kissing me after each step. "We're going to get lunch, then we're going to make out here on the quad, then we're going to go to our last class, then we're going to take our run, then we're going back to the room for sexy time, then we're going to go out for dinner, then it's back to room for more sexy time."

"You have it all worked out, don't you, sir," I said sliding over onto his lap.

He kissed me some more, then kissed my neck. He nibbled my earlobes, then stopped. "Lunch first," he said, "then we make out on the quad. If you won't be too anxious about everyone seeing us, that is."

I giggled and tried to kiss him again, but he restrained me in his arms and said, "Lunch first."

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He put both our backpacks on his back, then he picked me up princess style and started carrying me towards the Student Union. "I give up, sir," I said. "I'll go willingly, just don't hurt yourself."

Jason put me down and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We went into the Student Union that way and Jason bought us some fruit, a plate of cheese and some mineral water. I'd stopped trying to tell him what I wanted to eat by this time. He was going to make the decision anyway. I didn't realize that Jason had already planned for a picnic until we found a spot on the green that wasn't too sunny. He pulled a small green parcel out of his backpack. When he unzipped it, he unfolded it into a thin blanket that he spread on the ground near a tree. He sat down with his back to the tree and pulled me down onto his lap. Then he opened the food and held a piece of cheese up to my mouth.

I tried to feed myself, but he pushed my hands away from the plate. "I'm going to make sure my baby eats the right foods," he said.

In between bites of food, he tilted my head around and kissed me. He kept one hand gently stroking my hairless thigh. His hand would begin near my knee and slowly stroke up until it was inside the leg of my shorts, his fingers grazing my scrotum. I moaned and leaned back against him.

"I'm getting full, sir," I said when he tried to feed me another slice of apple. "I can't eat anymore without bursting."

His hand went under my tank top and rubbed my stomach. I was getting so hard that everyone walking by must have seen it, but I didn't care. I didn't know if it was the sunny day or Jason's arms wrapped around me, but I didn't care what people thought.

"I'm proud of you, baby boy," Jason whispered in my ear. I was having a hard time answering him because his tongue was swirling in my ear, and I was laughing.

"Why are you proud, sir," I asked, thinking it was the drawing I had made for him of my attacker.

"You had a rough start this morning," he said. "You were crying in your art teacher's office, then some guy scared you as you were leaving by talking about molesting you. Then you were groped by some pervert in the psych building. And you didn't break down, not once after the professor's office this morning. You didn't panic in the psych building, and you remembered how to call for me. I'm proud of you, and Uncle Kamon will be proud of you."

I turned around in his lap, so I was facing him. Jason grimaced and readjusted himself. I must have bent him out of shape while I was moving. I put one leg on each side of him and settled onto his lap where I could feel his erection pressing against my butt. I shifted a little more and saw Jason's eyes jerk open wide. I smiled down at him and moved ever so slightly, so that my ass was moving on his cock.

"You're being naughty now, Kieran," he said, moving his hands inside my shorts to cup both my butt cheeks at once. He's slipped them inside the straps of my jock so that there was no cloth separating his hand from my ass. He kissed me and took possession of my mouth with his aggressive tongue. "If you tire me out now, I won't be able to fuck you later in our room."

I bounced a little, making him squirm under me. "Your cock is too powerful to get tired out, sir," I whispered. His fingers found the ring of my hole and began to stroke it gently. Then it was my turn to squirm.

"If we go any further, beautiful boy," he said, "we could be arrested for indecency." He pulled his hands out from my shorts and lifted his index finger to his lips and stuck it in his mouth.

"It's time for us to go anyway," he added, lifting me off his lap so he could begin cleaning up the area.

I took the empty containers from his hand and said, "That's my job, sir. You bought the food. Let me clean up. You relax while I do it."

He didn't argue. He leaned back and relaxed, watching me clean everything up and put it back in the bag. I folded the blanket and zipped it back into its little green pouch while he made sure everything was in our backpacks. Jason took both bags and then wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked to our literature class. We sat in the back of the classroom and set our laptops in front of us. Before class, Jason took a photo of the picture I'd drawn and shared it with Sebastian. The message he included was in a language I didn't understand, so I assumed he didn't want me to know what it said. [Iste vir hodie in aedificio pyschologicali Kieranem molestavit. Iste iam poenas dedit. Qui est? Fortasse inimicus sodalitati magorum sit. XXII:XVIII? Sapientia potestatem dat et ignorantia mortem.]

We'd both read the material, so we were both able to participate in the discussion. I preferred to sit back and listen, but Jason made me raise my hand and share my opinions. When either Jason or I was speaking, lots of students turned around to look in our direction. Whenever I was done speaking, Jason would kiss my temple and squeeze my shoulder. Everyone in the class had to know that I was Jason's boy, and I was enjoying that feeling. Since Jason was on my right and we were sitting so close, I gave up on taking notes partway through the discussion. Jason took better notes than I did, and he promised to share his note document with me anyway. I spent much of the class with my head resting on Jason's shoulder.

That was our last class of the day, so we were planning on taking a run afterwards. On the way out, a male student who looked a few years older than either of us stopped us. He ignored me and spoke to Jason, "I wanted to tell you how cute you two were all through class. I loved how your boy looked to you before raising his hand and was so sweet and obedient all through class. I wish I could get my boyfriend to follow my lead like that."

Jason said, "If it is important to you that your boy follow your instructions and your lead, then you shouldn't ask him. You should tell him."

"And if he doesn't want to do it, should I spank him?" he was laughing a little, but I could tell that he was genuinely curious.

Jason looked contemplative for a moment, then replied, "If your boy wants to be yours, he will be obedient. Explain to him that his obedience is not only expected, but it is required. If he refuses, then you must be prepared to let him go and choose another boy for yourself. You aren't bad looking, so you should be able to find one. Once he has agreed to be your boy, then you must maintain discipline. You may need to spank him then."

The guy turned to me and said, "Does your man spank you, little guy?"

I hesitated, unsure what I should say, but Jason stepped in firmly saying, "And you should know that a dominant never speaks to another man's boy unless it's necessary. My baby is a very good boy and seldom needs discipline, but sweet as he is, I still spank him or use other methods of discipline if he is disobedient, no matter how much it breaks my heart to see him punished or feeling sad."

I felt pride that Jason thought I was a very good boy, and I felt a tingle of arousal when he said that it broke his heart to have to punish me. I didn't want his heart to hurt, so I determined that I would try to be as good as possible so he wouldn't feel that way.

"Of course, my baby likes to be spanked, so I sometimes have to find other ways to discipline him," Jason said, giving me a kiss on the side of my face. I was blushing because it was true. I had discovered that I liked it when Jason spanked me with his hand, and I was getting hard thinking about it even at that moment.

"That's so cool," the man said. "I need to get Amal thinking of my needs first."

Jason frowned a little. "Your Amal should be thinking of your needs first," he said, "but unless Amal is your slave, you should always think of him first as well. I always choose Kieran's needs over my own, just as he chooses my needs over his own. We have different needs, since I am Kieran's man and Kieran is my boy. I discipline him because he needs my discipline. It isn't for my pleasure. But sometimes I spank him because he needs to feel my hand on his bottom. Luckily for me, this is also my pleasure."

"Thanks, dude," the man said. "You've given me a lot to think about. The name's Jim McManus by the way."

We walked back to the room, arm in arm. I changed into my running shoes since I wore flips to school. Jason had to change into running clothes. He looked sexy as always in his black running shorts and black tank top. I was still wearing the outfit I wore to classes. As I was putting my shoes on, I noticed a problem. "My shoes are looser today than they were yesterday, sir," I said.

Jason came over and tried to adjust them. This was an ongoing problem, and I wasn't sure I would be able to run in these shoes today. They were flopping around yesterday, and it was hard to run without tripping. After fiddling around with them for a minute, Jason announced, "Wear your flips. We'll take a run around the football field today and then go shoe shopping before dinner."

The athletic field was empty this time of day, except for a few joggers. Most of them were running on the track surrounding the field, but Jason and I ran on the grass since I was barefoot. Three times around the perimeter was a little more than half a mile, and that's all the time we had today. When we got back to the room, we were both sweaty. I stripped off my clothes immediately and put them in the hamper while Jason grabbed us some bottled water.

After drinking half the bottle of water, I knelt before Jason who was seated on the edge of the bed. I pulled one of his shoes off and took a deep breath. The smell of his feet was a heady mix of that slightly sour foot smell mixed with Jason's personal scent and the scent of BO. I placed the shoe on the floor and ran my nose against the bottom of his sock, inhaling his essence. I repeated this procedure on the other foot.

I stood, so that I could pull his t-shirt off, and I held it to my nose and breathed him in. My dick was hard as a rock and leaking precum. Next came his shorts. Jason's scent was stronger here than it had been on the shirt. When I bent down to remove his jock, my fingers were trembling. Jason scooted back onto the bed, so I could climb up between his legs. I worked the black jock down over his hips and pulled it off. The pouch was dripping with precum. I inhaled deeply then put the pouch in my mouth and began sucking.

Jason reached up to stroke my thighs. "Do you see what you've been doing to me all day, baby," he said. "Every time I look at you or stroke you, I spill a little in my underwear. All that is just from our run."

I kept sucking on the pouch, trying to get all the flavor out. Jason asked, "Do you like the taste of your man, baby?"

I kept sucking on the pouch and nodded my head yes to show my enthusiasm. He reached up and pulled the jock away from me. "I'm sweaty," he said.

I didn't need any more urging than that, I fell on him and began licking his chest, especially the area between his square cut pecs. I licked his nipples and then moved to his arm pits. Jason wore no deodorant, so there was no bitter smell or taste. I could taste his BO but that was pure Jason. I worked my way down his abdomen where I found a few drops of precum that I quickly devoured.

I moved to Jason's feet. I licked the bottoms and the tops, then I sucked each of his toes, washing them carefully with my tongue. Then I moved to his other foot. I loved his feet, but my real prize still awaited me. I could smell his groin before my nose came in contact with it. It's not that his groin stank, it's that his own scent was stronger here than anywhere else. I kissed the soft and aromatic skin between his pubes and his leg, then I licked it gently. I was leaking so much that I may as well have been cumming.

Before I could clean his cock, I begged, "Please sir, can I clean your beautiful cock?"

"Yes baby, you can," he said.

I bent down and licked the massive shaft of his cock, and was rewarded with a moan and another spurt of cum. I kissed his cock and planted my lips on the head, flicking the tip lightly with my tongue. Slowly I took him into my mouth and began to suck, gently but firmly. He didn't last long. He shot into my mouth six times, and I swallowed his seed greedily.

Jason took my upper arms and pulled me onto his chest. We began kissing and Jason's hands moved down to my butt. He massaged my cheeks, then pulled them apart. His index finger moved over to my pucker and began to rub it. I was so hard that I didn't need much. As soon as one of his fingers slipped inside me, I shot my load. Jason held me until I was done, then he rolled me onto my back and began to scoop up my cum and feed it to me. We lay there for a while, in post-orgasmic bliss, until Jason got up, picked me up like a princess and carried me into the shower. I felt that we were finally back to normal.

Jason dressed me in rose-colored knit shorts, an emerald green jock and a light green mesh t-shirt. I wore my flips. He was dressed classy as usual in a charcoal gray short sleeve shirt and black trousers. I was four and a half inches shorter than Jason and weighed 145 pounds. I didn't ask him to measure my penis because I wasn't sure that I wanted to know, but the pouch of my jock was loose.

My hair was hanging to my shoulders and Jason played with it in front of the mirror, pulling it back loosely and then tight. In the end, he left it hanging.

We saw a lot of our fellow students out and about while we headed to the parking lot. Jason seemed to have made a lot of friends. He took high fives from several guys, all of whom ignored me. Jason kept his hand on my back while we were walking. I think his presence made the others back off. Either that or they'd heard about the attack on Sunday and were a little skittish around me.

We met Sebastian on our way down the stairs; he was coming up. He pulled us off to one side and whispered to Jason, "I looked through the school ID records and there's no one who looks like that man enrolled as a student."

Sebastian looked at me and moment of concern crossed his face. He looked at Jason and said, "Iste non est discipulus. Die Lunae venatores versipelles ritum Lunae Sanguini celabrantes oppugnaverunt. Pericula circumcircant."

I'd had enough of being treated like a child. "Don't mind me, guys!" I said with more than a little anger. "I can just wait in the room."

Sebastian ruffled my hair (which didn't make me feel less like a child) and said, "Sorry. Jason will tell you what you need to know. We can't afford to be overheard."

Jason hugged me tight and whispered, "Later, sweet boy."

I resisted when Jason tried to get me moving, but he gave me a stern look and smacked my butt hard. "I said, later."

I let him lead me out of the building to his car. He opened the door and helped me into the seat. Then he put the seatbelt around me, like I couldn't do it myself. I was getting tired of this behavior. When he got behind the wheel and started the car, I said, "You keep treating me like a child, sir. And it's kind of making me mad."

"I'm not treating you like a child, Kieran," Jason said with his patient voice. "Although you're acting like one. First, there are some things you can't know because you're not sworn to the concordium yet. I'll explain what that is later, but it's a ...."

"I know about the concordium, sir," I said.

"Who told you?" he asked.

"Not everyone keeps me in the dark, sir," I said, wishing I didn't sound like I was pouting.

He looked sideways at me and said, "Alonzo doesn't know anything about the concordium either. And Meghan wouldn't tell you anything until you're sworn. Darren! It had to have been Darren. He's so wrapped around your finger that he'd do anything if you fluttered your eyes at him."

I was amazed at how he'd come to that conclusion so quickly. "Don't tell anyone, sir," I begged. "Darren was afraid of getting in trouble, but I made him tell me. It's my fault, not his."

We hadn't started driving yet, so he leaned over and kissed me. "I'm not going to report Darren, boy," he said, "but someone else could if you don't learn to think before you speak. And no matter how you try to spin it, he's the one who broke his oath. You can't take that responsibility for him."

"I'm sorry, sir," I said. Why was it that I was always apologizing whenever I has a real reason to be upset? He and Sebastian had been talking around me.

"Kieran, you have a lot of power over alpha gay men," he explained. "Darren is still in love with you. He'd do anything you asked of him. I need you to be aware of your actions. Darren isn't as capable of resisting your charms as I am."

He kissed me again. I knew he was trying to distract me. I wanted to be mad at him for manipulating me, but I it was working. Jason added, "And I can't really resist your charms either. I should be spanking you right now for that outburst on the stairwell. You embarrassed me in front of Sebastian. You're my boy and I expect you to be deferential to me in public."

"Yes sir," I said, feeling contrite now. I'd said that I trusted him, and I should have waited to ask him in private. "You said the first reason Sebastian couldn't tell me was that I wasn't in this concordium. What's the second?"

Jason looked like he hadn't said first. He sighed and said, "The second reason that Sebastian didn't want you to know is because you're already filled with anxiety."

"I haven't melted down all day, sir," I said with an unpleasant whine in my voice.

Jason started the car and began driving. "I know that, boy, but it doesn't change the fact that you're still anxiety ridden." He held up a hand to squash my objections then continued, "There are a lot of dangers around us right now. The guy who bothered you this morning wasn't a student. He was probably trying to provoke a reaction from you or me, and I was angry enough to oblige him. I'd be willing to bet that there was another not-student watching to see what would happen."

"Why would someone try to provoke a reaction, sir," I asked. "I assume you mean a magical reaction."

"Some people know about magic even though they aren't mages themselves," he explained. "They fear us, and they hate us, and they often seek to harm us."

He looked over at me and asked, "Are you scared now?"

"No sir," I lied, trying my best to show bravado.

He laughed a little. "Yes, you are," he said, "but you're handling it well. Can you handle a little more?"

I stopped to think about it for a minute. I was scared, but I also wanted to know the truth. "I think I can handle it, sir," I said.

"I'll trust you then," he said. "We know there are enemies in town. A group of hunters attacked the pack while they were celebrating the Blood Moon rite. It's one of their most sacred ceremonies. The hunters kidnapped Simon and used him as bait and then tried to kill the pack."

"Are they okay?" I asked. I was concerned for my friends.

"The pack killed the hunters and hid their bodies where they will never be found," he said. Then he grabbed my jaw with his right hand and turned my face so he could see my eyes. He took his eyes off the road and looked into my eyes for a moment.

"I'm okay, sir," I said. "So long as Drew, Darren and Meghan are okay, I'm okay." I kept picturing my friends killing someone. It wasn't a happy thought.

"Everyone in the pack is fine," he said, patting me on the shoulder. "I wanted to keep all this nastiness away from you until you had recovered from your trauma. I love you too much to want to see you burdened with this. All you need to know is that I will always protect you. It will be easier for me, if you start obeying me. Trust that I will take care of you. You're my luantong. You don't have to be concerned about any of this. Let me worry for you."

We drove in silence to the same store where Jason had purchased my clothes, and we went shopping again. This time we bypassed the adult section and went straight to the boy's department. He picked out some dress shirts, a couple of pairs of dress pants, a belt, and some socks to wear. He also bought me some more jocks in boy's sizes and some new knit shorts that were smaller than I had now.

Then we went to the shoe department, and he bought me two pairs of running shoes, one in size 9 ½ and one in size 8 ½. They were rainbow patterned. He liked me dressed in clothes that made it clear I was gay. He also bought me two pairs of dress shoes in the same sizes.

Our last stop in the store was the hair care section where Jason picked out several claw clips and combs in various style. Most were in factory packaging, but he also picked out a fancy copper hair clasp with a Celtic knot pattern on it. He had to get that one from the jewelry case and pay for it there because it was over $100.

"Sir," I whispered, "these are for women aren't they?"

"Wait and see," he responded.

Jason pulled my hair back and put the copper hair clasp in my hair. It held my hair back so that it was out of my face, but it hung loose down past my shoulders. He turned me so that I could look in the mirror. I was annoyed by the fact that it looked so good. It didn't look as girly as I thought it would. Jason bent down to kiss my neck, making my knees go weak.

"We have to pay and go to dinner," he said.

He took my hand and led me to the counter, pulling the cart behind us as we walked. This had counters scattered throughout the floor instead of clustered at the entrance. He spent another $700 on clothes for me. I knew Jason's family had money, but last time he bought me clothes, he bought cheaper things off the rack. I felt guilty about accepting such a valuable gift, but I had lost this argument with Jason too many times.

Jason preferred to carry all the bags in his right hand than to let me carry anything. It was both sweet and annoying at the same time. When we got to the car, he stowed everything in the back and then helped me into the passenger seat. When he'd climbed in and started the car, he asked, "What does my baby want to eat tonight?"

I decided to toy with him, since he usually claimed that I had a bad diet, so I said, "Cheeseburgers and french fries, sir."

I was expecting him to give me a lecture, but he just said, "Okay. Is Wendy's good for you?"

"Sure," I replied. "Who are you, sir, and what have you done with Jason? I know you must be an imposter because the real Jason won't let me eat anything but healthy food."

I was only joking, but Jason was serious. "You've been skipping meals and picking at your food. I've decided that we can eat something less healthy sometimes, maybe once a week. If you've got your appetite back, it may mean that your anxiety is lessening."

"Maybe sir," I said, suddenly serious myself. "I haven't been hungry since ... that night."

"So tonight, I'm going to let my baby eat unhealthy food, then I'll make you eat well for the next week."

I reached over and put my hand on the gear shift, on top of his. When we stopped at the light, he pulled it to his lips and kissed my fingers. I didn't care how girly he made me feel tonight; I was enjoying his attention.

The young woman behind the counter at Wendy's was nice. She asked us what we wanted to eat, and I turned to Jason and asked him if I could have a baconator. He gave me that look and put his foot down. He allowed me to choose between a single cheeseburger and fries or a double cheeseburger. I went with the double cheeseburger. I knew I was pushing his tolerance when I asked for a frosty. He told me to have water or iced tea with the meal and he would split a frosty with me afterwards. The cashier looked at us like we were the cutest things she'd seen in a long time. She smiled at Jason and said, "That's right honey. You tell him. You've got to keep your boy thin and pretty."

Jason carried the tray and chose us a booth to sit in. He put the tray down and ushered me into the booth first, then joined me on the same side. We were sitting leg to leg, and Jason's left hand was resting on my thigh. I whispered to him, "Are you controlling my diet because you want to make me thin and pretty, sir?"

Jason's hand slid up my knee until it was resting on my upper thigh, his pinkie barely grazing my dick. "I'm controlling your diet," he explained, "because your parents didn't teach you to eat right. I want you to be healthy because I love you. The fact that you are thin and beautiful is just a bonus for me."

I knew he didn't mean anything by it, but sometimes it felt like he was picking at a scab with his words. "My parent's died when I was twelve, sir," I said.

Jason leaned in and kissed my temple. "I know that Kieran," he said. "You lost your parents. Your father figure was slowly replaced by your uncle over the next six years. He is the bad parent I speak of so often. He is the bad father figure who must go and be replaced by someone who loves you."

I turned my face to him and brushed his lips with my own. He kissed me passionately, then moved his lips to kiss my eyes, my nose, and my chin. "You're my boy," he whispered. "I want to be your lover and the most important man in your life. I want you to look to me for that guidance and direction you should have gotten. I want to be ...."

"...my daddy, sir?" I whispered back at him. The idea was strangely arousing to me. I inhaled his scent and leaned into him again. He was only a few months older than me, but I did feel like a child next to him. He was so strong, calm, authoritative, confident, and smart.

"If that's what you want, boy," he said, nuzzling my neck with his mouth.

I replied, "I don't know if I can call you daddy, sir. It's arousing me a little, but it would seem weird since we're too close in age."

Jason laughed at me and patted my knee. "You don't have to call me daddy, Kieran," he said. "I just want to be that figure for you. I like sir better, anyway. It's what a good luantong should call his man."

We finished eating our burgers, then Jason went up to get a chocolate frosty for us to split. While he was gone, I tidied up the table and put all our trash on the tray. There was a man sitting at a table alone who was staring at me. He was big and heavyset, with a scruffy beard and a red cap. His stare was beginning to make me nervous and self-conscious.

When Jason returned with our desert, I focused my attention on him instead. Jason only got one spoon and he wouldn't let me hold it. He would offer me a bite and then take one himself. He slipped the arm holding the cup around my shoulders and fed me with the spoon. I was leaning back against him, relaxing against his chest.

"Why don't you two faggots get a room?" a gruff voice called out. It was the guy in the hat. I was overcome with embarrassment and tried to pull away, not that we were doing anything I hadn't seen other couples doing. But Jason would have none of it. He put the cup down and then turned so that we were sitting side by side, his arm around my shoulder. He stared the other guy in the eye and then turned me towards him and kissed me, full on the lips, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. He kept one eye on the man who'd complained, like was daring him to do something.

The guy looked at us in disgust and walked out, leaving his trash on the table. He sneered at us and called us faggots as he walked by. Jason continued to stare straight into his eyes until he turned away. "I'm sorry that my baby has to hear that filth," he said. Then he kissed me again. "I can't make all the ugly in the world disappear, although I would if I could."

He looked in my eyes and smiled. "Were you afraid of him?" he asked me.

"Yes sir, I was," I said, "but not after you got here. I knew you wouldn't let him hurt me."

"If you're with me, nothing bad will ever happen to you," he promised. "This is why you must obey me and be a good boy. If I can't be with you, I will find someone who can."

I knew he was being truthful. If you let him turn you into a whiny little faggot, the nasty voice inside my head whispered, then you'll be safe from everyone but him. I ignored the voice as best as I could, but it didn't go away. Before retreating into my subconscious, it whispered, look what he's turned you into. Are you his boy, or are you his girl? Booty shorts. Long curly hair. You look liked a goddamned girl!

I knew that voice. It was my Uncle Craig. I wondered how he's gotten into my head, and how I could get him out.

Jason kept his hand on my back as we were leaving. He stepped through the door before me, though and then took my arm and led me to his SUV. He was still playing the gentleman and opened the door to help me in. The drive back to the dorm was uneventful.

When we parked the car, I insisted that Jason let me help him with the bags. He pulled out the small bag with the hair accessories and the belt and handed it to me, while he took the other three large bags and held them in his left hand while he locked the car. Then he switched them to his left so he could put his right arm around my shoulder for the walk back to our room.

I insisted on unpacking the bags, since Jason had carried them. He kissed my forehead and said, "I love it when you're domestic." Then he went to prepare tea. Of course, he kept an eye on me while I was working. He let me put the casual clothing away but told me to put the dress clothes in a cloth bag he had in the closet. "They have to be washed and pressed before wearing for the first time."

And that was another thing I hadn't known. The truth was that Jason was an adult, and I felt like a boy pretending to be an adult. Then I realized that I was breaking the rules because I hadn't taken my clothes off when I came into our room. I started removing them quietly. When Jason looked in my direction, I blushed and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I forgot the rule because I was so excited after our evening out."

"Don't make excuses, boy," Jason said. "A good boy admits his mistakes and faces the consequences."

I finished removing clothing and then I knelt in front of Jason. "I'm sorry, sir," I said, "I broke the rules, and I will try to remember in the future."

Jason reached down and turned my face up towards him. "Kneeling is good when you are showing remorse or contrition. It reminds you that you are my boy and that I am your man. But I don't want you to be looking down. You're not my slave; you're my luantong. I want to be able to see your face."

He went back to his preparing our tea and medicinals. Since he hadn't given me leave to rise, I remained kneeling in silence, but now I was watching him. Being naked on my knees while he was fully clothed was exciting. My penis was getting hard again. Looking at Jason always did that to me.

I didn't know how long I had knelt on the floor, but I my knees were beginning to get sore. I was determined not to fail again. If Jason wanted me kneeling on the hard floor, I would kneel on the hard floor until he told me to get up. My penis was dripping precum. I didn't want to make a mess on the floor, so I held my hand under the head, careful not to touch it, and let the precum pool in my palm. When Jason finally looked in my direction, he smiled indulgently at me. Then he walked over and put his hand on my head.

"You've waited patiently, boy." he smiled down at me and I felt my heart skip a beat. Of course, my cock throbbed and some cum oozed out. "Lick your hand clean and then I'll help you up."

I wanted to be annoyed at Jason assuming I couldn't get up on my own, but when he put his hands under my arms and lifted me up I realized that my legs had gone numb, except for the shooting pains running up from my knees. He pulled me into an embrace before setting me down on the bed and handing me my tea and medicinals. While I was sipping the tea, Jason removed my hair clasp and shook my hair out.

When I went to the bathroom to do my business, Jason went with me. He set a tray with the tea and medicinals for Erik and Alonzo on the counter and then leaned against the wall. When I had finished, he sent me back to our room to wait for him. I thought about kneeling because it had made me feel so horny, but my knees were still store, so I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my stomach instead. I took my phone and responded to messages while I was waiting. I answered some messages from Sarah and Alonzo and looked at REMIND messages from some of my professors. I saw that Joe Peters had emailed the notes from Writing class and asked me if I was free to study tomorrow at 2:00 PM. I didn't have anything at that time, and Jason's schedule showed him in a Chemistry lab session from 2:00 PM to 5:00 PM. I sent him back a tentative yes. I also checked my JasonsBoyToy account and noticed that Jason had sent me lots of pictures of me. He'd been taking pictures in each outfit he'd put me in. There were several more of me sleeping.

When Jason came in, I was just finishing up my email. He climbed into bed next to me and took my phone. He set it on the charger and then smacked my butt lightly. "Are you going to spank me, sir, for forgetting to get undressed when I came into the room?" I asked.

He pulled me up over his lap and replied, "I'm not going to discipline you for forgetting a rule, so long as you correct your behavior on your own. I am going to spank you, however, not because you did anything wrong, but because you like it, and so do I."

My cock twitched when he said that. He turned the light down low with an app on his phone, an app he hadn't installed on mine. Then he set his phone down and began to rub my butt. "I may not be able to resist cumming if you spank me, sir," I admitted. "I have been horny for a while now."

He smacked my butt harder, making me gasp a little. "If you cum while I'm spanking you, I'll have to give your some more swats, not as punishment, just to get you horny again."

Then he began spanking me for real. It hurt a little when he smacked me, but only in a good way. I don't know if it was the pain that was turning me on or the feeling that I was being a little bit naughty. After a few swats, Jason would stop and rub my hairless pucker. He was using my own precum as a lubricant. He'd give me another few swats and then rub more forcefully, his middle finger sliding inside a little further each time he rubbed me. Jason's swats became more forceful, but he backed off when I gasped aloud for real. My ass was warm, and my cock was oozing cum. I was in heaven.

Jason picked me up and laid me down on top of the blanket. He moved between my legs and kissed the slimy head of my penis causing it to jump. Then he kissed my balls and began to fondle them with enough force to make me sit up and notice, but not enough to really hurt. Then he moved down to my ass. He preferred to eat me while I lay on my back so that my precum and cum would hit my abdomen instead of wetting the sheets. When he kissed my anus, I felt a wave of pleasure roll over my body. Then his tongue moved inside me, and I began moaning for him.

"This boy hole is my favorite spot on your body," Jason said. "It is beautiful and smooth, and it tastes so sweet."

I was beginning to cry, the slow tears that meant I was caught up in ecstasy rather than pain. I could feel myself loosening up, opening for him. "Do you like this baby?" he asked.

"Yes sir!" I cried. "There's only one thing better than your tongue, sir."

"Your hole is opening for its owner, boy. It knows my touch and is happy."

He touched it with his finger, and I almost lost control. "I think you're ready for me now, little boy," he said.

"Yes sir! I am ready for you. Please fuck me hard. I want you inside me."

I felt the head of Jason's large cock poking at the entrance to my ass. He slid forward so that hips rose off the bed then he slid into me. It always took Jason time to get inside of me because he was so big. He would slide inside, then wait for me to adjust, then slide a little further. And I would push out when he was thrusting inside, tamping down on the pain and allowing him easier entry.

"I'm almost there, baby boy," he said, bending down and kissing me. Jason had been right, as I was shrinking, we were becoming more complementary. I felt the warm cage of his muscles surround me. I thrust my hips up hoping to get more of him inside me.

"Slow down, beautiful," he whispered. "Let me do it so I don't hurt you."

I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. He sighed with exasperation and slid in until it hurt. I gasped in pain, and he stopped, saying, "Be a good buy and let your man take charge. It's my job to give you what you need. Do you want my seed inside you?"

"Yes sir," I moaned. "I want you to cum deep inside me."

Jason knew how to tease all my pleasure spots. His cock stroked my prostrate and his mouth found the most sensitive part of my neck. He fingers found their way to my hard nipples.

"Fuck me, sir!" I cried out. Then I released a low growling groan and began to cum. My ass went wild, biting down Jason's cock like it was trying to devour him. I felt Jason's body tense. His cock swelled within me and then I felt his shaft pulsing.

When Jason finished cumming, he rolled over onto his back without drawing his cock out of my ass, so that I was lying on top of him. We stayed like that, his manhood lodged in my boy hole, our torsos stuck together with my cum. Jason turned off the lights with his phone app and held me tight, stroking my back with one hand and playing with my long copper gold hair. I felt pride in the fact that I had gone all day without melting down. Things seemed to be returning to normal. I fell asleep on top of my man's firm body, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

College Magic Cycle Characters (Readers' Version)

This list includes all the named characters introduced in the story so far.

Major Characters

·        Alonzo Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute power bottom and foundling mage. He's powerful, but untrained. He begins the story with a height of 68 inches and a weight of 150 pounds. He has deep olive or very light brown skin, amber eyes, and long black hair. He's a singer and a dancer. He's a little flighty and very flirty. When his powers awakened, he accidentally cast a spell that cursed his roommate Erik. He loves hardcore BDSM porn but is discovering that he doesn't like it in real life. He and Erik are suitemates with Jason and Kieran.

·        Darren Groves. A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.

·        Domenic Chase. A 24-year-old Elven-American from New York City. He has an alien mindset that others find hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes (like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms, although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran and beat up Simon.

·        Drew Janowski. A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.

·        Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 140 pounds. Despite his small stature he likes weight training and is extremely muscular, although thin. Once he's affected by Alonzo's spell, he begins to gain height and weight. He has blond hair and ice blue eyes. He is a bit of a slob, but he's also very smart. He's a total top and ends up fucking his roommate Alonzo on their first day in the dorms. He and Alonzo are suitemates to Jason and Kieran. He's learning from Jason to expand his definition of what it means to be a top. Thanks to Alonzo's spell, his mind has been invaded by the cruel fictional character Einar Ironblood. He struggles between the two personalities. He's in love with Alonzo and wants him to his boy forever. He's not sure that Alonzo feels the same way.

·        Ethan Lowry. An 18-year-old boy from Long Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with the hunters. His story will be told later.

·        Jason Lee. A 19-year-old (about 6 months older than Kieran) Chinese American college freshman with golden brown skin, brown almond shaped eyes and collar length black hair. He is already an accomplished alchemist. He is a dominant, looking for a submissive boy. He finds what he's looking for in Kieran Morgan. He takes charge of Kieran and begins training him as a submissive. He gives Kieran alchemical elixirs that change his body, and he uses psychology to lead him to embrace his innate submissiveness. He has allowed himself to fall into tantric entanglement with Kieran, bringing them even closer. He believes that Kieran is his complement, the other half of his soul. Jason and Kieran are the suitemates of Alonzo and Erik.

·        Kieran Morgan. An 18-year-old boy with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story, he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track team. Jason took charge of him shortly after they moved into the dorm and began training him to let his inner submissive out. Jason gives him alchemical elixirs that are changing him physically. He sometimes struggles with the idea that he's losing himself inside Jason, but he can't go long without his lover's touch. Kieran is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is. After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided that Kieran will change majors to Art.

·        Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.

·        Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He has no current boyfriend.

·        Simon Carter. A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.

·        Xav Janowski. A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.

Minor Characters

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

·        Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant David Campos.

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold. A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.

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

·        Christopher Thompson. A big guy, over six feet tall and well-muscled, with blond hair who looks like a jock; he has a very small penis; Matt's roommate (and possible submissive); a member of the Nerd Squad.

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

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

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

·        David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia. He admires Jason's relationship with Kieran and wants to duplicate it with his boyfriend Amir.

·        Dawn Schiller. A muscular blond woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.

·        Howard Cromwell. A large and muscular alpha werewolf in his mid-forties. He was the leader of the local pack before being drive out by Drew, Zeno, Darren, Dawn, and Meghan, with logistical support from Sebastian. He was a leader of the old school who ruled through intimidation. Under him the pack followed several traditions that Drew has tried to do away with. He originally came from New York. He is the werewolf who killed Ethan's father. After leaving New York he wandered around for a few months before settling down near the college.

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

·        Joe Peters. A freshman in Kieran's writing class who was in the same religious program before school that Kieran was in.

·        Josh Higgins. Overweight and unhygienic guy who introduced Kyle to Nerd Squad.

·        Dr. Kamon Zhang. Jason's maternal uncle, a mage and psychologist who is helping Kieran to come to terms with his trauma, and his true nature.

·        Larry Gordan. Kieran's Art professor. He reminds Kieran of his Uncle Craig, and arouses him, a fact that disturbs Kieran but seemed unsurprising to Jason. He tried to put the moves on Kieran after his first class but backed off apologetically when he found out that he was Jason's boy. He is a mentor to Kieran.

·        Lew Muller. A tall thin beta werewolf, with long brown hair, a beard and two black earrings with wolf head instead of a ball. He's a computer hacker who knows a bit about electronics. His major is English literature. He plays guitar and writes poetry. He was Benjy's roommate until he moved into the wolf house.

·        Matt Silver. A sturdy guy with olive skin tone and brown hair; he has a very large penis (almost 10 inches); the most sadistic of the Nerd Squad.

·        Meghan Connelly. A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers. She's Darren's best friend and she was one of the original 5 who worked to overthrow the old pack leader, Howard Cromwell.

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He spends most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They are in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves.

·        Michael Shank. A skinny guy with dirty blond hair and pale skin; one of the Nerd Squad.

·        Millicent Bierce. A TA who teaches the writing class that Kieran and Darren are in. She appears to be very religious and doesn't seem to like Kieran and Darren, probably because they are gay.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage, one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell.

·        Oscar Quinlan. A face dancer on campus. He drained Simon of psychosexual energy while they were having sex, but it was because Simon wanted to be depleted.

·        Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years.

·        Philip Mertz. A jock who shares a history class with Kyle Mason. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 180 lbs. He becomes Kyle's partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that Kyle cares about.

·        Sally Minh. An engineering student who is in Kieran's art class. She ships Kieran and Jason and draws pictures of them in anime style. She's a friend to Kieran and becomes one of the watchers keeping an eye on him for Jason.

·        Sybil Thorne. Kieran's history professor. She's also the overseer for the magician's Conclave here on campus. Her two assistants are Sebastian Trent and Clarissa Spencer.

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

·        Zeno Schiller. A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn.