Wishcraft Chapter 8
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Wishcraft is the story of an untrained and powerful young witch boy named Alonzo who fantasized about powerful, dominant men who would use him mercilessly. During a magical ritual he accidentally put a powerful curse on his handsome but undersize roommate Erik. The curse is making him bigger and more aggressive. It's also making him demanding and cruel. Alonzo must fix this problem while somehow avoiding the most painful domination his fantasy could conjure.
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Wishcraft Chapter 8 (Hard Service) - Wednesday
Alonzo
My alarm went off at 7:00 AM. I was annoyed that Erik had changed all my alarms to meet his wants, but I was determined to not piss him off until we had a chance to break the curse I'd put on him, so I slid down his body and took his cock in my mouth. He'd said that he wanted to be awakened with a blowjob, so I was going to give him one to make him calm all day. Yesterday had been great, and I wanted that every day. I noticed that his cock was even bigger today. I could fit about two-thirds of it in my mouth before I started choking, so I eased back so that about four inches were inside my mouth. I concentrated on providing a sensual and powerful suction, using my tongue to massage the bottom of his shaft. I moved my right hand to the remaining five inches that couldn't fit in and applied firm pressure.
Erik
I woke up with a warm wet mouth on my dick. There was nothing like waking up with a beautiful twink passionately sucking your cock. I reached down and twined my fingers in Alonzo's hair. His mouth felt so good, but he was only concentrating on half of it. I used his hair to yank his head up, allowing my cock to pop out of his mouth. He was so pretty when he squirmed in pain, his little fists pounding on my arms in vain. I slid out from under him and maneuvered him, so he was on his back, with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. I started to beat his face with my cock. He had tears in his fearful eyes. He was even prettier when he was scared.
I reached down to run my finger along his full lips. He tried to catch it in his mouth, but I pulled it away and slapped the side of his face hard enough to leave a red mark. Something weak inside me tried to hold me back, but I shoved it deep where I wouldn't have to hear it. I slapped the other cheek.
"Open your pretty mouth, boy," I growled, and Alonzo stretched his mouth as wide as he could.
I put my cock between his lips and thrust in slowly. When I reached his throat, he started to gag and tried to push me away. I should have gotten angry at his defiance, but I found it arousing. His weakness excited me. I ignored his pleas and pushed into his throat. His eyes were bulging out and he began to choke. His convulsing throat felt good on my cock. I pulled out just long enough for him to get his breath, then I pushed back in. Fucking his face this way was so exciting that I couldn't hold it. I came in his throat, then pulled out.
"Good little, bitch," I said, slapping his again on the face.
I sat up on the bed and grabbed my phone. Alonzo was curled into a ball on the bed, crying. I was able to find the appointment I wanted, so I set it up. Then I put it on the calendar. Since Alonzo was still sniffling like a little bitch, I smacked his pretty ass hard. He jumped up and I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of my legs. He scrambled to get down there as fast as he could and looked up at me.
"Open your mouth," I ordered. When he did, I spit in it. I did that another half dozen times before ordering him to swallow it. His little dick had gone soft while I was raping his throat, but it was swelling a little now. I used my foot and toes to play with it some.
"Today's schedule will be a little different," I explained. "You'll still be meeting me to get fucked, but I want you at the history building to meet me outside my class at 10:15. The janitor is going to give me a key to the closet so we can use that room every Tuesday and Thursday. You'll be sucking his cock while I plow your butt. Then you'll meet me at my car in the parking lot no later than 3:30. That will give us 30 minutes to get to the tattoo parlor. I've decided to ink you instead of branding you. It'll be more visible. If there's time, I'll get your titties ringed while we're there."
Alonzo
Yesterday had been a perfect day. I'd gotten everything I could possibly want from Erik. He'd been kind, loving and considerate. This morning when I looked in his eyes it was like he wasn't even there. He had become Einar. I felt like crying when he grabbed my hair, and then again when he shoved that enormous cock of his down my throat, but the tears really began I when I thought about that sweet boy I'd met just five days ago. I thought that I may have killed him, turned him into this monster with the handsome, chiseled face.
It was like there was nothing left of Erik. This new persona was cruel, demanding, and callous. He had decided to make me suck off the janitor this morning, and he was planning on marking me with a tattoo and even getting my nipples pierced, all without my permission. I wanted to run away and hide, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything.
I sat on the floor crying until while Erik was taking his shower. I was dreading the moment he came back. There was still plenty of time for him to abuse me before he had to leave for class. I could take the physical stuff, even though Erik was strong, and he really hurt me sometimes. It was the guilt. I couldn't handle the guilt.
I glanced up when Erik came back into the room. He was dressed only in a towel that was wrapped around his waist. His chest was broad and powerful, covered in a mat of golden hair that seemed almost dark on his pale skin. He pulled the towel off to hang it up and I saw his cock swinging between his legs. It was as big as Jason's now. He looked over and saw my tear-stained face.
"Come here, you whiny little twink," he said, holding out his hand. I got up and walked over to him. He put an arm around me and hugged me to his chest. In the mirror I could see that he was 8-10 inches taller than me and probably close to 100 pounds heavier, all of it muscle.
"Are you sad," he asked, as he slid his arm under my butt and lifted me up so that he could reach my mouth. "You didn't do that bad a job this morning. A little more practice swallowing my cock and you'll be perfect."
"Yes sir," I mumbled, desperately wanting to appease him. I wrapped my legs around him and leaned onto his shoulder.
He playfully picked me up in both arms and carried me to the bed. He let himself fall onto his back with me on top of him. He pulled me down to kiss my lips and I melted into him. It didn't take long before my little cock was pushing against his abdomen. (I refused to measure my cock, but I knew it had continued to shrink. I'd started off average size, but I estimated that I'd lost about an inch.)
We made out a little, but Erik was getting increasingly rough. It started with him slapping my butt too hard, but then it got worse. When his hand first grabbed my scrotum, it felt good. He was fondling my balls and I started to moan. Then his grip got tighter, and I started begging, "Please, papi. You're hurting me."
I thought he wasn't aware of his new strength, but then I saw that he was smiling and watching my face for a reaction. I tried to pull away, but he squeezed harder. I felt like I was going to throw up, but he didn't relent. He squeezed and then pulled. When tears came to my eyes, he laughed at me and said, "You're so pretty when you cry. Go ahead, cry for me now."
I didn't try to hold it in anymore. I started sobbing, begging, and pleading. I tried punching him with my fists, but he thought it was funny. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he stopped and kissed my lips. The lack of pain felt so damned good that I was ready to forgive him; then he bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed.
He shoved me down to his cock and said, "Take my seed, boy!" I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. His taste was as good as ever, but I couldn't get hard with my nuts aching that bad. When he finished, he pulled out and wiped the last few drops off onto my face.
He jumped up to get dressed and I lay on the bed, too stunned to know what to think. I saw him struggling to fit into the new sweats I'd bought him. He managed it, but they looked almost like yoga pants on him. The outline of his massive cock was visible through the material since he wasn't wearing underwear today.
Once he was gone, I texted Sebastian and told him that I had to meet. I had to know that we had the rest of this sick pattern planned out. He told me to be in his room in 30 minutes. That left me long enough to take my tea and medicinals, shower and get dressed. I'd promised Sebastian that I wouldn't do any magic, but I needed to let off some frustration, so I shrank my clothes down to my new size and used magic to clean the bed. Then I grabbed my backpack and headed to Sebastian's room. He was just across the hall and up two doors from Jason and Kieran. I wanted to talk to a friend, but Jason wouldn't get between me and Erik even if he was sympathetic, and Kieran was ... Kieran. In a strange way, he was very innocent and naive. He'd been a virgin when he met Jason, and he sometimes seemed unaware of the sexual tensions and innuendo around him. I felt dirty after what I'd done, and I didn't want to make him dirty too.
I knocked on Sebastian's door. He didn't answer, but I knew that I was a few minutes early. When he did show up, he came from another room, with a short and slender pale blond I'd seen before. I couldn't remember his name, but I knew the beefy jock who came out with them. It was Kyle Mason, the guy who'd raped Kieran. He was dressed like a jock slut. His shorts barely covered his ass cheeks, and his shirt exposed his midriff. He had a fancy silver chain around his neck. But strangest thing was that he looked like he'd been beaten up recently. He had two black eyes, a split lip and several bruises on his arms and legs. He glanced sheepishly in my direction and then hurried down the stairs. Sebastian and the other guy walked over to me.
I held out my hand and said, "Hi, I'm Alonzo."
He shook my hand and then traced the bite mark on my lip and frowned. "I'm Domenic Chase," he said, "but friends call me Nico."
Sebastian let us into his room, but I was still curious about Nico and his relationship with Kyle Mason. "Is Kyle the rapist your friend?" I asked him.
Nico chuckled and said, "Kyle calls me Dom or master." I decided not to pry any farther on the Kyle.
Turning to Sebastian, he added, "Have you seen this?"
Sebastian came up and examined my face. "Tell us what happened, Alonzo," he demanded.
When I opened my mouth everything came spilling out, not just this morning, but everything since Sunday; being stripped on the balcony at the mixer, the spankings, the brutal fucking, the slaps, and the ball crushing. Before I knew it, I was on Sebastian's lap. I was crying and he was holding me. He felt nice, not as solid as Erik, but still comforting. I was trying to get myself under control, but Sebastian spoke gentle words to me in a low voice and said, "Go ahead and cry it out, Alonzo."
Nico was fidgeting nervously, almost like he was in pain. Sebastian looked over at him and said, "Alonzo's one of you sodales too, isn't he, Nico?"
Nico smiled an almost guilty smile. "When did you figure it out?" he asked slyly.
Sebastian kissed my temple. I felt some energy radiating out from him that seemed to make me calm. He continued to rub my back while he talked to Nico. "I was pretty distracted," he replied, "so it took me a while. When I heard that you'd put a claim in on Kyle, your words came back to me. You wanted out of your oaths so bad that you couldn't resist. Claiming all the little gay boys on the floor as your soldales, put them under your protection, which gave you leeway when it came to your oaths. I do have one question. Wasn't Kyle included under that category?"
Nico was back to his impassive self, but he cracked a small smile when he said, "I'll admit that it was hard, but Kyle had already violated the sodality by raping Simon and Kieran. That made him a legitimate target. When you lifted my oath regarding this one mundane, you asked me not to kill him, so I enslaved him instead. But now we must do something about this Erik character. I can't let him get away with this. I don't mean won't Sebastian; I mean can't."
Nico moved over and put one hand on my shoulder and said, "The abuse of this sweet gay boy cannot go unpunished."
I sat up suddenly. Sebastian didn't let me get off his lap; he put his arms around my waist and rubbed my stomach. I felt his erection against my ass and pushed my butt back against him. "No! Erik isn't to blame. It's me," I cried.
I told Nico about the spell I'd cast on Erik and all the problems I'd caused him. He seemed concerned, then he looked me in the eye and said, "So you are the abuser, and Erik is the poor abused gay boy. Does this mean that I must enslave you too so I can protect him from you?"
I think my face must have been ashen because Nico leaned in and kissed my nose. "You're too cute when you're scared," he said. "I'm just joking with you." He had no way of knowing that fear was my life right now. The new Erik seemed aroused whenever I got scared or started crying. And it didn't help my emotional state that Nico had just said essentially the same thing that Erik had this morning, that he liked the way I looked when I was scared.
"Back off, Nico," Sebastian said. "I asked you here because we need your help. Do you mind letting Alonzo see you?"
Nico shrugged and he changed subtly. His chin grew more pointed; his purple irises spread to cover the whites of his eyes; his ears elongated, losing their lobes, and forming points at the tip; and his teeth grew sharp points.
"What?" I stammered.
Sebastian held me tighter and explained, "Nico is an elf, Alonzo. He can help us with breaking the spell." He turned to Nico and added, "This provides you an excellent opportunity to protect two of your sodales at once."
"Are you playing me, Sebastian?" Nico asked. He looked angry.
Sebastian just laughed in his face. "It's called beating you at your own game, Nico."
Nico chuckled. "Tell me the details and I'll consider it."
I wanted to interject something, but Sebastian knew more about the procedure than I did. It was also clear that he wanted me to be quiet and let him talk. At the time, I didn't know that he was protecting me from making unfortunate deals with Nico.
"Let me explain it, Alonzo," he said.
Turning to Nico he said, "The curse Alonzo accidentally put on Erik has become locked into a pattern that emulates a particularly graphic novel. We must play the major events of the story out before we can break the spell. We've already played out several of the points. After Erik marks Alonzo with a tattoo of his mark, we need an elf prince to assume the guise of a troll. Then the "troll" must carry Alonzo off and rape him. Erik will come to rescue him. He'll fight you for him, discovering that the troll is you in disguise. Then you'll perform a life-oath for them. Afterwards it's all between them."
Nico replied, "That's all you want from me. Do I really rape this little sweetie? I wouldn't mind getting a piece of him, but I he's too cute to hurt, like a little bunny rabbit." He tweaked my nose with his long fingers.
"And how is Erik supposed to defeat me in combat?," he asked. "I doubt that he has the strength or the talent to even touch me in battle. But the oath ceremony I can do."
Sebastian replied, "In the book, the character Erik is emulating uses a battle axe."
"I won't have iron or steel near me," Nico interrupted. "And pretending to lose seems too much like lying to me."
Sebastian thought for a moment about his words before replying, "I'm thinking a baseball bat instead of an axe. And I think we can justify the losing. In the end, we're testing these two boys to see if their love is strong enough to see them through the crisis. Because if it isn't, nothing we do will matter anyway. When you concede to Erik, you don't have to lose or pretend to lose. Just tell him that his love and perseverance has been proven. Change from troll to elf form and offer to perform the ceremony as the last step."
Nico seemed deep in thought for several minutes. "I will do it for a price from each of you," he said. "Sebastian, the price from you is that you cease to question me about my legitimate target. You must acknowledge my rights over my legitimate target. And don't tell me that you don't have the authority to make such a deal. I am aware of the precise wording of my oath to the Conclave. I swore to recognize you as the representative of the Conclave regarding my oath. Whether they intended or not, they gave you the authority to deal with me."
Sebastian seemed uneasy. "I could jeopardize my entire future if the Conclave chooses to dispute my decision. And you still haven't given me a good accounting of what you intend for Kyle."
Nico smiled a predatory smile. "It wouldn't be a fair price unless it was meaningful to you," he replied. "The Conclave has already accepted my claim on Kyle, so I could legitimately kill them. He has no magical sponsor, so they won't care, but I know that you are more squeamish. I won't kill him unless I must, but I will keep him in slavery until he dies, until I sell him, or until I trade him to another. I won't be discussing this issue any further."
"Fine," Sebastian said, but he didn't look happy about it. "I won't interfere unless you threaten the velamen arcanum. I will remind you that we are also sworn not to attract the attention of the police. And I want you to know that you are ruining Kyle's life. His family will disown him completely."
"His family are the ones who have damaged him. I'm the one who is letting him become his true self."
Sebastian still had his arms around me, like he was shielding me from Nico, who seemed a lot more dangerous the more you got to know him. "What about Alonzo?" he asked. "What do you want from him?"
"You're not his father, Sebastian," Nico replied. "I will discuss that price only with Alonzo. Don't bother to argue with me. Those are my conditions."
Sebastian hugged me tight against his chest and whispered in my ear, "You don't have to agree to anything yet. You can always talk to me if he confuses you." Then he got up to go to class. "Don't take too long, and make sure the room is locked when you leave."
I was left standing in Sebastian's room next to Nico. He reached out his hand and took mine. "Relax, witch boy," he said softly. "I drive a hard bargain, but I have no reason to harm you. You're one of my sodales."
"What does that word mean?" I asked. "I keep hearing you and Sebastian say it, but I don't know it."
Nico sat down in the chair and pulled me onto his knee. When I came into the room, he appeared no more than a couple of inches taller than me, but now he seemed larger than Sebastian had been. "Sodales is ancient human word. It comes from Latin. The mages are so conservative that they continue to use that ancient language in all their secret meetings. It means companions, but in a stronger sense. Sodales are people who look out for and support one another. When I laid my plan to enslave Kyle Mason, I claimed all the little gay boys on this floor as my sodales. This gave me certain legal rights to protect or avenge them. I did it on a lark, but words have power to my people. Saying the words, made it so. I am protector to you now, whether either of us will it or not."
He gave me a sly wink and added, "My family have long said that I'm too impetuous."
"Okay, I think I get it now," I said. "I know what I'm going to offer you. It's part of me, and it's something I love, something that makes me special, but it's caused me nothing but trouble. I'm offering you my magic."
The price would hurt me worse than anyone who wasn't a mage could know. I'd only been working magic for a few days, but it felt so good, so natural that I couldn't really imagine living without it. But my magic had caused this problem and it was the only thing I had to trade aside from my music, and I could never let that go.
Nico looked at me like he was peering into my soul. "Are you sure about this, little witch boy?" he asked. "This is a very enticing offer, but I must caution you that I could be persuaded to take something else, perhaps your memory of your first kiss, your ability to use contractions, your father's love, or your perfect pitch. This is an important part of who you are."
I leaned against his shoulder and started crying again. "I'll never forgive myself for what I did to Erik. My magic caused this trouble and giving it up can help me end it."
Nico rubbed the back of my neck for a moment until I stopped crying. "I need to check your magical talent before I can accept your offer. I'll do that by checking your magical energy channels. Do I have permission to touch you in an intimate manner?"
"Yes sir," I said, "just do it quickly before I change my mind."
Nico placed one hand firmly around my throat, his pointed nails digging into my flesh just enough to pierce the skin like needles. His other hand slid down into my pants and grasped my scrotum. I could feel an energy flow between his two hands. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment, then removed his hands. He turned my face so that he could stare into my eyes.
"Repeat after me, selfless little witch boy," he said. "I, Alonzo Ramos, freely offer to Domenic Chase my connection to the goddess of the crossroads, in exchange for his aid in breaking the curse on Erik Rucker, the price to be paid upon completion of the deed."
I made him repeat it so I could write it down in my notebook. Then I repeated the words exactly as I'd written them.
"You can tell no one about the details of our deal, or they could try to interfere," he said, "not even Sebastian whom I love like a brother. I don't want to be at odds with him."
"Yes sir," I said.
"You've made an excellent bargain, clever little witch boy," he said. "You got me to agree to hold off on payment until after the deed is done. If I fail to help you end this curse, you'll not have to pay. Don't tell anyone that you may have gotten the better of me."
"No sir, I won't," I said. I had no idea what his game was. He crafted the deal and specified the words. So how could I have outbargained him? I hadn't done anything.
I ran into Sebastian's bathroom and shoved one the magic lube spheres up my butt before running to the history building to meet Erik. I did not want to anger this new persona of his. I was waiting in the lobby when his class got out. He came over and threw his arm around my shoulder, like a proper lover. This was the heart of my conundrum. I loved Erik when he was loving, and I was terrified of him when he was in a mood to be cruel.
"What I really want is to strip you naked and fuck you here in the hall, with all these people watching," he whispered in my ear. It sent shivers up my spine. I didn't really want him to do it, but the idea sent a thrill of excitement down through my cock.
The janitor was standing outside the closet. When we got there, he opened the door and rushed us inside. He was tall, although not as tall as Erik was now, with shaggy brown hair and a scruffy beard. He wore coveralls and work boots, so I couldn't see his body. He wasn't bad looking, but I probably wouldn't have given him a second look. He looked me over and handed Erik a key.
Erik looked at me and said, "Get naked, boy. My friend Joshua here wants to see the merchandise."
I started pulling off my shirt and kicking off my shoes. I wasn't excited about it, but I knew that I had no choice. They were both watching me with leering smiles while I worked my tight jeans down over my round butt and stepped out of them.
Joshua said, "What the fuck, man? He looks like a kid. Are you sure he's 18?"
Erik stepped behind me and tweaked my nipples. It was like my nipples were buttons you could push to make my dick get hard. Erik's hand moved down and slapped my dick. "He only looks like a kid because he's short, he's hairless and his penis is so small," he laughed. Then he slapped my ass and said, "Lean over the stool so we can spit roast you."
The closet wasn't large, especially with three of us in it, but there was a bar type stool in the middle of the room and space had been cleared for Erik and Joshua to stand. I `d shrunk enough that I couldn't lean over it and keep my feet on the floor, so all my weight was supported on my abdomen. Erik took my legs and moved them up so that I could rest my feet on the bars between the legs. My cock was pressing against the side of the stool.
Erik slid a finger into my ass and wiggled it around until he found my prostate. "The slut's already lubed," he chuckled at Joshua who was now opening his coveralls and dropping his jeans. His cock was a little bigger than average and it stuck out from a tangled pubic bush. I smelled sweat and soap, so he wasn't dirty.
I was moaning from Erik's finger and my cock was beginning to drip. "Stick your cock in his mouth so no one can hear him. The boy's a screamer."
I opened my mouth wide, and Joshua slipped his cock inside. He didn't taste bad, but he didn't taste like Erik. Every cock I had ever sucked had a different taste. Erik was my favorite. It was almost sweet and creamy. Bobby's cum had always been a little bitter, and Father Mendez's had tasted a little salty. The guy in the airport bathroom had a watery and sour load. Joshua's tasted good, but not as sweet as Erik's. I was grateful that if Erik was going to order me to suck off a stranger, at least he wasn't disgusting.
My reverie was interrupted by Erik's big cock poking at my anus. I did my best to work with him so that he could slide in more easily. After the tip had breached my rosebud, I pushed back against him so he could go deeper. It was a little painful, but I liked this newer, bigger Erik. The problem was that he wasn't all the way in when it began to hurt again. And this pain wasn't going away. I was gasping, with Joshua's cock still in my mouth.
"Whatever you're doing, Erik, keep it up!" Joshua exclaimed. "His throat is vibrating on my cock. That's what I call a hummer!"
Erik kept pushing insistently into me, it was like he hit a wall or something. The pain increased until suddenly it decreased, and he slid all the way inside. (I would later research the issue and discover that Erik was now so big that he didn't fit in my rectum). He had to force open the sphincter leading to my upper colon. Now we settled into a more pleasurable rhythm. Having two guys fucking me from both ends at once was a fantasy of mine. My cock was dripping precum nonstop and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer.
Joshua came first. I was greedily licking the last few drops from his cock when I felt my own little cock explode. When my ass started clenching and unclenching, Erik thrusted deep inside me and held it there. I could tell that he was cumming from his growls and the pain in my hips from where his fingers were digging in. I could feel Joshua's warm hand petting me on the head.
"You are the world's best cocksucker!" he said. Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
When Erik finished, he came around to my front and pushed his cock into my mouth as far as it could go. I cleaned it for him gladly and noted how grateful I was for Jason's magic butt cleaning tea. "His butt is like smooth velvet," Erik added, running his fingers through my hair.
"Can I get some of that as well," Joshua asked, clearly getting excited again.
Erik pulled me off the stool and into his arms as he was sitting himself down to face Joshua. He kissed my lips gently but pinched the head of my penis between his thumb and index finger at the same time, making me wince with pain. "Nobody gets in this ass but me," he said.
He kept squeezing my penis until I was gasping in pain. He'd gone from sweet to callous bastard so fast that my head was spinning. He was staring into my eyes, and he squeezed, then his hand moved to my nutsack and started to squeeze. "Please sir," I begged, "stop hurting me. I don't know what I did wrong!"
I felt tears well up in my eyes again. He smiled at me, gave me one more iron gripped squeeze, and then kissed me again, one finger rubbing away the tears from my eyes. Then he let go of me. I knew that he'd gotten what he wanted from me once I started crying and begging.
"Get up and get dressed," he said.
Joshua was standing behind him and he mouthed at me, are you okay?. I shook my head yes, but I had a sad expression on my face. Erik was waiting for me to finish. Once I was dressed we went to the Student Union to grab some lunch. Erik was treating me like his boyfriend again. This was the Erik I wanted. If our plan worked and Erik was freed from the curse, I hoped that I could keep this side of him.
My next class was music theory. I was learning a little something new every day, even though I already knew the basics of the subject. Then I had to run back to the dorm. Clarissa had texted me and asked me to come to her room from 1:00 to 1:45. That was going to eat up my free time between classes, and I hoped that she didn't want to meet with me both Tuesdays and Thursdays. But then again, if Nico helped me break the curse on Erik, I was going to give up my magic. I wouldn't need her classes. That thought was too sad to think about, so I tried to put it out of my mind. It wouldn't go away completely, but I managed to push it down far enough that I could avoid crying.
Clarissa was in the same dorm building as me, but on the 4th floor. It was one of the women's floors, but men were allowed to be there from 8:00 AM to 8:00 PM, so long as they had a valid reason. She was the RA for this floor, so she had a room to herself. In addition to being the RA and a TA, she was also a powerful witch and the leader of the Pagan Traditions club that I had found out was a cover for magical activity on campus.
Clarissa was a blond woman in her early twenties who was always dressed nice. She had intimidated me on the last meeting, and she was still intimidating me. At least she didn't have the guy with the obsidian knife with her today. "Come on in, Alonzo," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I won't bite you."
She gestured around the room at the bed, a desk chair, and a carpet. "Take a seat wherever you will be most comfortable," she said.
I walked over to the desk chair and sat down. She smiled at me and pulled another chair close. "You have a tremendous amount of power," she said, "and it would do little good to put you in with other students at this time. So, we're going to meet one on one for a while, so I can teach you some basics that you need to know now, not in a couple of weeks."
Clarissa put me through some breathing exercises, but I caught on to them quickly because we used similar techniques in music. She seemed impressed and moved on to the next exercise. She demonstrated the same spell Sebastian had used to teach Erik about magic. Only she slowed it down and taught me the word and the hand motions.
"This spell is simple, Alonzo," she said. "You can do it without a focus if you can concentrate and breath correctly." She showed me some hand gestures and said, "Evoco lumina magica."
I tried the spell, and nothing happened. "Try again," she said. "Almost no one gets it on their first try."
I used the advice my aunt had given me, and I visualized flames hovering over my fingertips. I felt the pattern of energy form and I twisted it to make my vision become reality. Crackling yellow flames sprang up over my fingertips. Clarissa frowned and drew a sharp cutting motion through the air with a wand while chanting, "Dissolvo textum magicum."
My flames disappeared abruptly. "You're a rogue mage," she said as she walked over to a box and pulled out a small tiara. She put on my head and fastened it in my hair. "Don't take shortcuts. Do the spell the way I demonstrated it. I know that it's easier for you the other way, but you made real flames, not spectral flames. You could have burned yourself, me, or the room."
I tried the spell again and took the shortcut when I couldn't get it. A sharp pain struck my head as the flames started to appear. Clarissa took hold of my jaw in her hand and forced me to look in her eyes. "The corona castigatoria will remind you every time you rely on your rogue talents. It's not that they are bad, or that you are bad for having them, but learning to perform magic through the proper technique will train your mind and even improve your rogue talents."
"I'll try," I said meekly.
"To quote one of my favorite movies," she said, "There is no try. There is do, and do not."
I tried to work the spell again, and again the tiara sent a wave of pain, only stronger this time. "It will become more intense each time you trigger it," she said. Then she placed a friendly hand on my shoulder. "You probably think I'm a total bitch, and I can be, but right now I'm just trying to help you. My own brother had rogue talents and had to learn to hard way, but now he's a one of the most powerful mages I've met, and he can bring his visualizations to reality better than anyone I've ever known. You can be that too Alonzo."
"No, I can't," I said. "It's the same as my music. I know what to do, but I can't make myself do it once I start to feel the music flowing through me. It's the same with magic."
Clarissa scooted her chair so that she was seated next to me, instead of across from me. She put her arm around my shoulder and said, "You can do it. I know you can. I'm going to keep my arm here so that I will feel what you're feeling. I'm not being mean. I care about you. You're beautiful when the magic is flowing through you, but nearly half of all rogue mages burn themselves out. That's why we need to train you."
I cleared my mind; I even shut off the soundtrack that seemed to run through my mind all the time. I focused on the spell and tried to get the movements down and the words. I saw flames before my eyes and felt a sharp jolt of pain just as the flames began to appear. Clarissa winced a little as well.
"I'm sorry that I suck so much," I whined. I hated it when I whined, but it seemed to come out whenever I was feeling bad about myself. I settled in to do it again, but Clarissa stopped me.
"I felt your shoulders start to move when you were casting, "she said. "What were you doing?"
"I was trying not move anything but my hands, but I couldn't make it stop!" I was becoming flamboyantly agitated like I always did under stress.
"I'm not upset," she said. "Stand up and we'll try it again."
She came to stand behind me once I'd risen, and she placed her hands on my hips. "Show me what you were going to do with your body before you stopped yourself. Just don't say the words or visualize flames."
I gave the hand gestures but allowed my body to move along with them. Clarissa was smiling at me. "Now do the spell and let your body move along with your hands," she instructed.
"Evoco lumina magica," I said. I made the gestures but allowed my body to make complementary gestures that turned them into a dance move. Purple flames sprang from my fingertips and danced along my hand.
Clarissa gave me a hug and held me tight. "Your pronunciation sounded more like Spanish than Latin, but it was musical, and your body helped to shape the energy as you wove the pattern. You'll be studying separately from the other novices because you require one on one attention. We must make spellweaving natural for you. In the meantime, keep practicing this spell the way you did it here with all your sexy little butt movements. But try no other magic!"
She pulled the tiara off my head and told me to keep practicing my breathing. "You have a mandatory meeting tomorrow at 2:00 PM in Professor Thorne's office. You can't be late, and you can't miss it."
I didn't have Professor Thorne for history, so I had to ask for her office number before I left. Then I took off for my next class. I was happy that I had managed to do a spell the way Clarissa and Sebastian did them, although my tia would think it was funny to do so much extra work. I put my headphones in and danced my way across campus. At least one thing was going well today.
My last class was physics, but it was designed for non-science guys like me, so it wasn't too bad. I'm not dumb and my grades were always pretty good, so I was pretty sure I could pull an A in this class. I was just glad that I wouldn't have to work too hard. I planned to focus on my music in college. After class, I jogged over to the parking lot because I didn't want to make Erik wait for me. I'd seen his car before, so I found it and waited for him. It didn't take long before he got there.
He picked me up and sat me on the hood of the car. Then he kissed me and bit my lips, a little harder than I would have liked, but not hard enough to make me bleed. I didn't lie when I moaned, "That feels so good, papi."
He picked me up and carried me to the passenger seat and pulled the seatbelt across my chest, then we drove in silence off campus to the tattoo parlor where he'd made the appointment. I wasn't looking forward to this. I didn't want a tattoo, but I supposed it was better than getting branded. When we pulled into the lot, Erik was excited. He ran over before I could out and opened the door for me. It wasn't sweet the way Jason was always opening doors for Kieran. Erik yanked the door open then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the car.
Inside, we were met by a gruff looking man, probably in his fifties. He was heavyset with a big beard and a bald spot on the top of his head. "You the 4:00 appointment?" he asked, pointing at Erik.
Erik put out his hand and said, "I'm Erik Rucker. I made the appointment, but it's not for me. It's for my boy. I want him to carry my mark, so everyone knows that he belongs to me."
The man looked at me and said, "And you want this? Because I'm not doing this unless you want it."
"I'll get whatever Erik wants," I said. I decided to leave it at that.
"That's how it is then," he laughed. Then he started talking to Erik. "Okay, I'll still need your pussyboy to sign his name before I can work on him. You mentioned some nipple rings on your appointment. You still interested in that?"
Erik didn't really think about it for long before saying, "Why the hell not?"
"Anything else?" the man asked. "You want a nose ring or a penis ring? I could ring him so you could lock his dick down so it can get hard. A few masters go that route. Pussyboys don't have a need for an erection anyway."
I was pissed that Erik was even considering it. The worst part was that I couldn't argue with him. I had no idea what was necessary to break this curse. But I was going to make this guy pay. "Not yet," Erik said. "I like to watch his little pecker get hard when I fuck him. It reminds him who the man is this relationship. Plus, I get to slap it around a little. Tonight, I'm going to try and see if I can slap it until he cums. He seems to get off on pain."
They shared a laugh at my expense until Erik looked over at me and ordered, "Get your clothes off, thrall. It's just me and my buddy ...."
"Nick," the big guy said.
"It's just me and my buddy Nick."
I was burning mad, but I did what I was told. Soon I was standing there naked as the day I was born. Howard started to laugh out loud. "Seeing that little naked wiener reminds me that I've got to see some ID. I can't believe this one is actually 18."
Erik pulled my Texas driver's license out of my wallet and handed it to him. He was writing information down in a book when he stopped and said, "What the fuck, guys! Is this a fake ID? There's no way this boy is 5 foot 8 inches and 150 pounds!"
I'd forgotten about the information on my driver's license. I cleared my mind and fixed the image in my mind; I didn't know how tall I was and how much I weighed. The numbers 64 inches and 125 pounds appeared in my head. I visualized it, saw the pattern, and forced it into reality.
"That's not what it says!" I shouted. "Are you drunk?"
Howard looked down and shook his head. "What the fuck?" he said. "My eye's must have been crossed or something. 5 foot 4 inches and 125 pounds looks about right."
My head was swimming. That simple a spell shouldn't have fatigued me. I'd made more significant alterations to my clothes this morning. I lay back and relaxed, letting a feeling of lassitude flow over me, while Erik and Howard discussed my tattoos. Erik wanted his rune mark on my left pec and my right butt cheek. I didn't care at this point. Howard kept laughing at my small cock. I'd gotten smaller because of the curse, but I bet I'd had a bigger dick than him when this all started. I decided to get my revenge. I pictured Howard naked. I'd never seen him, but I had a good imagination. The I pictured him with a penis half the size of mine. I pulled the energy and forced it into being. Fuck that asshole, I thought. "I've four inches, so suck on your tiny two incher dumbass!"
I was conscious but weak when the needle began its work. It hurt, but nowhere near so much as I'd feared. Of course, I was going numb all over so that probably helped with the pain. I didn't know where the numbness was coming from, but I welcomed it. When we were done, Erik and Howard examined my body to make sure the tattoos were good.
They were beginning to discuss the various choices of nipple rings while Erik was paying for the tattoos. I saw Erik pulling out his driver's license and I knew that the information on it was wrong. I reached out to make the spell. His data popped into my mind, like my own had, 77 inches tall and 250 lbs. I reached out and made it change. My head swam and I collapsed on the floor.
Erik
It was like I had been asleep all day, dreaming the events of the day, and suddenly I was awake. It was like I was suddenly me and the other thing inside me was suppressed. I'd handed my credit card and driver's license to Nick when I saw Alonzo collapse. He was still naked, his new tattoos glistening on his chest and ass. I ran over to check on him. He was cold and his breathing was shallow. My first thought was to call for an ambulance, but a blinding flash shot through my mind, and I heard Sebastian's voice, "If you run into any trouble, call me."
It was like a program running in my mind. I pulled out my phone and called him. The voice in my head subsided, and then I forgot that it had ever been there."
"Erik, what do you need?"
"Hey, Sebastian, um ... I don't know why I called you instead of an ambulance, but Alonzo passed out. His skin is cold, and his breathing is shallow. I don't know what to do."
"Get Alonzo in the car. I'll be there in a minute or so and ride back with you."
"You're in the neighborhood?"
"Sure, that works. See you soon."
I grabbed my ID and credit card, then signed the receipt. I didn't even check the total. I had thoughts only for Alonzo. It was his distress that finally gave me the strength to fight my way back into control. I looked at his little naked body lying on the ground and his clothes neatly stacked on a chair. He wore his clothes so tight that I had no chance of getting them on him in this state. I pulled his sexy pink briefs up to provide him some modesty.
Meanwhile, Mick looked like he was angry with Alonzo for daring to pass out in his shop, but he helped me carry him to the car. I laid him gently across the back seat and put his clothes under his head as a pillow. I was about to call Sebastian again, when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Get in the car and drive us back to the dorm," he said. "Just give me a moment to prepare something before I get in."
I jumped behind the wheel while Sebastian drew something on the hood of the car with oil. He was saying or singing something as he worked. Then he jumped in the back seat, lifting Alonzo's head onto his lap. "Just drive Erik," he said, "as fast as you can. Don't slow down. We need to get him back to the dorm. A couple of friends will be helping me to help take care of him."
I didn't question him. I didn't understand anything he was saying, but Alonzo was in serious trouble, and I would do anything to save him. The road was clear, so I just pulled out and began driving. There was a red light ahead, so I started to slow down, but Sebastian said, "Ignore the damn red lights and keep driving, and pick up the speed. You drive like my great uncle."
He was insistent so I floored it. I resolved myself to running the red light, but it changed to green just before I reached the intersection. Cars ahead of me changed lanes to get out of my way. I had no idea how it was happening, but I took advantage of my luck and pressed on. The entire trip was like that. At one point, a motorcycle cop started following me with his lights, flashing, but he suddenly veered off at the next intersection and seemed to forget all about us. When we reached the dorm, the parking space right next to the back stairwell was empty. There were none closer to the front. It looked like our luck had run out.
Sebastian and I picked up Alonzo and headed for the stairs. "These doors are locked, Sebastian," I said, "They're only for exiting, not entering."
"I know," he said, but continued leading us that way. When we got close, the door was opened from the inside and a guy I didn't know was standing there. He held the door as we passed. We were taking Alonzo up the stairs, but it was taking too long. I took his slender body and carried him like a princess. It was faster for me to do it on my own. At the top of the stair, a young woman I didn't know was holding the door to the stairwell.
"My room," said the young man I didn't know. It was closer than mine, even closer than Sebastian's room. Inside was a normal dorm room, but the walls were hung with cloth coverings and woven artwork in a variety of styles. Another young man was already moving around the room, lighting candles and incense. We put Alonzo on his back on one of the beds. He looked terrible, like all the energy was drained out of him.
Sebastian put his hand on my shoulder and said, "If anyone within a hundred miles can help him, Marvin can." He gestured towards the guy who'd been lighting the candles when we came in. "I need you to go to your room and try to relax. You can't help him right now, and they can't help him if you're here."
"I'm not leaving him," I said. "I can't. I ... my God, Sebastian, I've done horrible things to him today. I can't just leave him here. I won't."
Sebastian seemed annoyed with me, but I didn't care. "Fine," he said. "Just sit here and stay out of the way. I'm going to get us something to ease our nerves while they work. I'm as useless as you are in this situation."
I sat in the chair and stared at the two young men. I couldn't follow what they were saying. It wasn't English. It sounded like Spanish, with not soft and beautiful like Alonzo's speech. All he had to do was call me papi or beg me to ponge la pinga en mi culo papi, and I melted. This was different, harsher, and less musical, although it did have a rhythm.
They were touching Alonzo's body in ways that made me uncomfortable. I wanted to slap their hands away from him, but I had to trust them. I was sick to my stomach over the way I'd abused him today. I'd been making him cry all day, just so I could see it. It had gotten me excited. I was getting aroused even now thinking back on it and I wanted to beat the shit out of myself. I didn't deserve Alonzo. He was too beautiful, too sexy, too sweet for me.
Sebastian came back with a bottle and two glasses. He put them down on the desk and prepared some drinks for us. It was whisky. Some of my friends back home had been heavy drinkers despite being underage. Not me, but this wasn't a time to be squeamish. I had no idea what was wrong with Alonzo, but I knew that I was in love with him, and I couldn't help him. When he'd told me that he wasn't sure what he felt for me, he could have stabbed me in the heart, and it would have been less painful.
"To Alonzo's speedy recovery," Sebastian said, then swallowed all the whisky in his glass.
"To Alonzo's speedy recovery," I replied, tipping the glass up and letting the whisky burn its way down my throat. "I love him more than I love myself," I added.
Sebastian put his hand on my knee and said, "I know you do, buddy."
I gestured with my glass and Sebastian brought the bottle over and refilled it for me. "He doesn't love me," I admitted, downing the second glass. "I told him that I loved him, and he didn't say it back. He couldn't have hurt me worse if he tried. And the worst part was that there was no malice in it."
Sebastian refilled my glass and said, "Don't get pissed at me, Erik, but Alonzo is a little flighty. I don't think he wants to think about serious things most of the time. My people refer to people like him as bellus at levis, pretty but unserious. My point is that he doesn't know how he feels because he's not thinking about it. When he forced to decide, he will choose you over himself or anyone else."
I slammed the whisky and said, "Do you know that for a fact, or are you just trying to make me feel better?"
"I'm almost certain," he said. I could barely keep my eyes open. He watched me until I passed out.
Sebastian
"I'd better be tight," I whispered to myself.
Now that Erik was out, his chaotic aura would relax, and the boys would be able to work their magic. I'd already put out the call. Somehow, Alonzo had overextended himself magically. He was so hollow that he could collapse magically any moment. I would be the first. I pulled the chair over to Alonzo's bed and told Marvin, "I'll be the first donor."
Marvin had just finished placing long silver needles in each of the numina nodes in his body. I stripped all my clothes off and asked, "Where do you want me?"
Marvin looked at the bed and then at me. "We can put you right next to him, if you help me slide him over."
We scooted Alonzo's cold body over next to the wall and I slid beside him. Take whatever you need," Marvin. "If no one shows up in time, just keep me hooked up."
"Don't be a macho dumbass, Sebastian," Marvin replied. "Alonzo's tiny on the outside, but his magic reserves are enormous. And he's perforated his numinous body by expending too much energy at once. He must have cast an amazingly powerful spell, or a series of them. We're going to need enough energy to repair his numinous body and then we must fill him at least half full if we want to make sure that it doesn't collapse in on itself in its weakened state. I'm not taking you below half your reserves and you've been throwing spells around like water all night. You teleported over to the get him, and you didn't even have fixed point waiting for you. And you couldn't have gotten back here so quickly without another some sort of reality warping spell."
"Fine," I said. I knew he was right, but I felt like a failure for not keeping a closer eye on Alonzo. If I'd called the custodes in earlier, they would have terminated the curse, probably by terminating Eric. I couldn't have done that, but it would have saved Alonzo. And if we lose him, that's the one question the custodes will ask now that we knew how powerful he was. If I lost a mage of his power on my watch, it will ruin me, and probably Sybil Thorne as well since I work for her.
Marvin stuck long silver pins in my own numina nodes. When he started the transfer, I felt ice water running through my veins. Unlike casting a spell, this felt unnatural and painful. Luckily I wasn't there for long before some others showed up. There were two guys and three girls, including Clarissa.
She gave me her scolding expression. "I might have known you would be lying there, Sebastian. You can stop playing martyr now. Get up and let one of these four take your place. We need you magically capable."
Marvin pulled the needles from my body and let me get up. I was a little dizzy, but I could function. I pulled my boxers on and figured that was enough to provide modesty given the situation. Another guy was taking my place on the bed.
"Have you scried him to see how his magic reserve got so low?" Clarissa asked.
"Not yet," I said. "I wanted to get some energy into him before it was too late."
Clarissa looked over at Alonzo's body. She was using her mage senses, but I didn't know what she saw. She was better at seeing the patterns in magical fields than I was. She shook her head.
"He's losing about four fifths of what they're pouring into him, but I think the numina structure is being repaired," she declared. "I think we must do this together. You bring forth the images of his magic and I'll discern exactly what he did."
Clarissa and I had worked together before, so I knew we could pull it off easily, even if it was a very complicated undertaking. It took us a few minutes to make the preparations, then suddenly I was using the reflection of his magic in his numinous body to roll back the image of the spells he'd cast. I could see that they were massively powerful, but the shapes weren't any spell I'd ever seen before. Clarissa was joined with me in the spell, and she too could see the patterns.
"Here he constructed a transformation spell," she said. "It's much too big for what he needed."
"That's typical for a rogue mage," I said, "wasting power instead of using only what's needed."
Clarissa snorted, "Alonzo is no typical rogue mage. His numinous reserve is immense and no rogue I know could have cast just this one spell without burning up."
"He was doing something with Erik's driver's license," I said. "Let me check."
Erik was unconscious from a mixture of whisky and magical sleeping potion, so he didn't stir when I pulled his wallet out of his pocket. It looked alright to me, at least at first glance. "He changed Erik's license to show his current height and weight," I said. "That shouldn't have required this kind of power."
"No," Clarissa said. Then she sighed. "Check the college records for his height and weight."
I opened my tablet computer and logged in. The Residency Director had given me his credentials so I could log into the student records. There was a scan of Erik's ID in the records. It also had his current height and weight. I was able to get into student health records. I had an illegal connection there, thanks to a contact who worked there. Those records also reflected the current data. I heaved a deep breath and told Clarissa what I'd found.
"Mamillas Triviae!" Clarissa exclaimed. "Do you know what he did? He managed a reality warping spell in the matter of a few seconds. He didn't just change Erik's driver's license. He changed his records everywhere. It is now an established fact that Erik is six foot five and 250 pounds. There won't be a record anywhere to challenge it. Even his childhood growth charts will have been changed to reflect this new reality."
"Merlin's Staff!" I sighed. I checked Alonzo's ID and found similar alterations. "Make that two reality warping spells in one night. If he weren't in danger of dying, I'd be ready to throttle him with my bare hands. He promised he wouldn't do any magic without supervision, and this is what he did."
Clarissa chuckled, "I'm just impressed that he did it and lived. It's a crime that this boy wasn't found and trained. This is my mission, Sebastian. I already dedicated my life to this cause before coming here, and I'm not going to let this boy destroy himself."
We agreed on this point. We were going to save Alonzo. I could throttle him later.
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.
· Edward Mason. Kyle's 25-year-old brother.
· 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.
· 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.
· 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.