College Magic Cycle

Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 1

Introduction

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

This storyline is about the two couples, Jason and Kieran and Erik and Alonzo, the main characters from My Roommate the Alchemist and Wishcraft. Now that we're in phase II of the story, the POV will change between these four characters. The two storylines combine because the two couples' lives are becoming more intertwined from this point on.

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·        Not a mistake! Please remember that Alonzo changed reality in the Wishcraft storyline. Now the reality is that Alonzo has always been small, and Erik has always been large. Some flashbacks may be subtly different from the way they were written in earlier chapters because history has changed. Only Alonzo remembers the change, and even he must think hard about it if he wants to remember the old reality.

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Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 1 (Three Day Weekend part 1)

Kieran

I woke up to the feel of Jason's lips on mine. The sun was up, but low on the horizon. He was dressed for a morning run, and I was still naked under the sheets. I pretended to be asleep, so he'd keep kissing me, but be knew my body language too well to be fooled. He kissed me again anyway, but he put his hand under my chin and lifted it up to meet his mouth straight on.

"Wake up, little prince," he said. "It's the beginning of a three-day weekend and we have things to do before we go."

I opened my eyes and, suddenly awake, and asked, "Where are we going?"

He kissed my nose and said, "It's a surprise. It's only been a week, but we've been through a lot in that time, so I think we deserve to take a break until Monday morning."

I threw my arms around his neck and said, "Tell me, sir. I want to know where we're going and what we'll be doing."

He pulled me out of the bed and held me against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him this time. His tongue slid inside my mouth and took possession of it. His hands moved down to cup my butt. "We're going to take this time to get better acquainted with our friends," he said. "And we're going to do it ... somewhere that isn't here."

He teased me with his smile. "Now you need to get dressed so we can go for a run," he said.

He picked up a new pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts were size small, pink with a dark blue waistband. They were the short silky kind of shorts with the built-in brief. The t-shirt was a pale blue with a baby dragon on it. While I was putting them on, he handed me a pair of pale blue socks that came up to my knees and my glittery rainbow running shoes.

Jason was wearing black shorts, the knit kind that came down half-way to his knees, and a t-shirt that had a mottled pattern of dark gray and red. His socks were black ankle socks, and his shoes were also black. I looked at his outfit and then at mine. "Sir? If you're proud of being gay, why do you dress like that, and dress me like this?" I asked.

"Do you like this look on me?" he asked. "Does it excite you?" he said, letting his hand slide across my hard little cock that was straining to get out of the skimpy shorts.

As an answer, I licked my lips and nodded my head. "Good," he said. "Then my clothes are doing their job."

He took my hand and pressed it against his bulge. I could tell that he was hard inside his shorts and thick jock. "Do you feel what you do to me, when you're dressed like you are now?"

I squeezed his firm cock with my hand. "Yes sir," I replied. My eyes were glazing over, and my breathing was getting shallow. I wanted him inside me right now.

"You are attracted to masculine men, so I dress the part," he explained. "I am attracted to beautiful little gay boys, so you get to be the colorful one. When people see us together, they know that I'm gay, and that I'm lucky enough to own a boy like you."

I was blushing. Jason always said things like that. He tried to make me feel more attractive than I was. As far as I was concerned, he was the most attractive man I'd ever met. My skin was pale and white, while his was a deep golden color. I thought my curly red hair made me look like a clown, while his silky black hair hung straight, and framed his sharp features. I thought my round eyes made me look like I was always surprised, while his narrower, slanted eyes made him look intelligent and thoughtful. And his high, sharp cheekbones made him look powerful.

I ran over and hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I pressed against him and kissed his chest, but Jason had more determination than me. "It's not sexy time now, little prince," he said. "We exercise first. Then we come back and get cleaned up. Then breakfast, then sexy time."

"Sexy time, then breakfast?" I pleaded. "I need you inside me."

"Okay," he said. "We'll do it your way, but you're not allowed to argue with me about breakfast. You must eat what I give you, without complaint."

"Yes sir," I promised. "I'll be good."

Then we went to run. We followed the exercise trail around campus. When we came to an exercise station, we stopped to the exercises. I had no trouble with the stretches and the sit ups, but the pushups were harder since I'd lost so much muscle. And I couldn't do a pull-up at all. I managed a couple of half pull-ups, with Jason holding me around the waist and lifting me high enough that I didn't have far to go to pull my chin over the bar.

"Dude! It's an exercise station not a place for your foreplay," a voice said. "Get a room and let me get on with my program."

Jason kept holding me up so I could finish the exercises, but he looked over his shoulder and gave the guy a cold stare until he backed down. "We're almost done. Hold your horses."

I'd seen Jason intimidate people with his stare before, so I didn't need to see the guy's face to know what was happening. The guy said, "Fine. But I leave my girlfriend in her dorm when I'm working out. You could do the same with yours."

I could feel my ears burning and my body turning bright pink. My Celtic ancestry gave me one talent, the ability to go bright red from head to toe when I got embarrassed. It wasn't a useful talent, but I shared it with my uncle and my cousins. I remember my dad had it too. Jason ignored the guy, but he lifted my t-shirt to kiss my lower back while I was exercising. He made me do more pull-ups than I should have because he was making the guy wait for us to get through. Then he decided to do another set himself.

He must have really wanted to intimidate the guy because he said, "Climb on my back Kieran."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He pulled himself up slowly. He only did five pull-ups in this set, but I was impressed. I saw his wiry muscles strain with the effort but was able to life himself plus my own 120 pounds. I think the man waiting for the station was impressed too because he stopped complaining and waited quietly.

When we were done, Jason looked at the guy and said, "All yours."

"Finally," he muttered to himself. As we started to run again, we heard the guys say, "Faggots!"

"Doesn't that bother you sir," I asked. I was angry at the guy's words.

"Not really," Jason replied. "He's ignorant and I don't care what he thinks. If it bothers you, I can go back and beat him up. Did he make you feel bad about yourself?"

"Yes sir, he did," I said. "But I don't want you to go back and beat him up. I guess he's not worth it."

We ran back to the room. I remembered to take my clothes off as soon as we got back. Jason got our tea and medicinals ready.

Alonzo

Sex with Erik last night had been so sweet and gentle. It felt good, but he seemed to be holding back, treating me like I was made of porcelain. This morning, I woke up before him. It was a little later than either of us was used to getting up. It didn't look like Erik had set an alarm. I'd stopped setting them because Erik would override my own desires anyway and get me up when he got up. I was wrapped around his body under the sheet, my head lying on his broad, hairy chest.

I rubbed my fingers through the thick mat of golden blond hair on his chest and leaned over to lick his nipple. He woke up and put his large hand on my head. I slid my hand down to grab his large cock. When I'd first met Erik, only six days ago, he'd been five foot six and 135 pounds, and his cock had been five inches long. Now he was eleven inches taller and 115 pounds heavier, and his was just over eleven inches in length.

"I was going to wake you up with a blowjob," I said.

Erik looked guilty. "You don't have to do that anymore," he said.

I climbed up onto his chest and kissed his handsome Viking face. "That's great, Erik," I said. "I'm stubborn and I don't like being told what to do. But maybe I want to wake you up with a blowjob. So long as it's my choice, I want to do it."

I slid down and held his erect cock in my hands. "Unless you don't want me to suck your cock anymore," I said, touching the head with my tongue. Unlike me, he was circumcised, and the head of his cock was always exposed. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. "Am I violating you right now?"

He laughed at me and said, "Shut up and suck my dick, Alonzo."

I kissed the spongy head and then licked the sensitive scar that ran around the head. Erik was moaning. When I'd first met him, I could suck his whole cock down with no trouble, but now I could get only a little more than half in my mouth. I was going to have to work on that. "Your big cock is so tasty, papi," I said. "Me encanta chuparte la verga, mi coraz"n."

Then I swallowed him again. "You could be reading me your agenda in Spanish, baby, and I'd get hard," he said. "But I kind of know what you're saying. And I love it when you suck my cock, too."

His cock swelled and my mouth filled with his sweet cum. I swallowed it down and made sure to suck out every drop. He never lasted long in the morning. I crawled back up to his face and kissed him. He was letting me take charge, just accepting what I wanted.

"Erik," I mumbled, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," he said. "I love you and I want you to be happy. And I ... I was so mean to you, so cruel, that I wouldn't blame you if you just walked away from me, or even put me in jail."

I kissed his eyes, tasting the salty tears that were beginning to form. "It wasn't you, Erik," I said. "You were under a curse. Please don't stop being you because of what magic made you do. I fell in love with a cocky, aggressive guy who knew what he wanted and took it. I've had a lot of sweet guys try to get with me, papi, but that's not what I want. I need you to take charge and take what you want from me."

"Do you mean to tell me you liked what I did to you over the last week?" he asked.

"Not all of it," I said. "I didn't like it when you squeezed my nuts. I didn't like it when you made me have sex with the janitor."

"I'm sorry," he said again. "I won't spank you or order you around, and I won't tell you what to do anymore."

I sat up on his abdomen and played with his nipples. "Don't get hasty," I said. "I like the spankings, so long as they're in the bedroom and they're sexy spankings. I like you to grab me and take what you want sexually. I'll tell you if you go too far. I want a man who takes charge in the bedroom. I want to be dominated a little bit when we're having sex, but you have to understand that I'm not Kieran and I'm not going to let you run my life for me. Can you try that?"

"I'll try," he said. Then he touched my hard cock and stroked it a little. "You haven't cum yet."

"Fuck me then," I said. "Fuck me hard and make me moan for you. Then I'll cum."

He sighed and nodded his head. Then he grabbed my hips and turned me around. "Suck some life back into my cock, twink boy," he said, and he slapped my ass hard.

I kissed his balls and licked them gently. I could feel him stirring to life again. He slapped my ass a few more times, then kissed my hole. "Oh yes, papi," I moaned. "Come mi culo. Pica mi culo con tu lengua."

he dove in and licked my hole. I could feel myself beginning to relax. His tongue poked at the sphincter, and his cock was getting harder. I nibbled the shaft of his cock with my lips and felt it grow harder. "Your cock is so big, papi," I said. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

"Your pretty pucker is opening up for me, baby," he said. "It's almost ready for me. And when it is, I'm going to fill you up."

He went back to fucking my hole with his tongue, and I took the head of his cock into my mouth massaged him with my tongue. When I had opened completely to him, he turned me around again and positioned me over his cock. My own dick was rock hard and pouring a stream of precum. I should have used Jason's magic lube spheres, but it was too late now. I reached down and spread my cheeks. Erik was holding his cock. I slid down until the head was pressing against my hole. I pushed down until he was pushing past the sphincter. I worked my ass until I could get half of him inside me.

I could feel him pushing against my inner sphincter. It hurt, but I knew that it could open. It did yesterday. "Go on, pretty boy," Erik said, "you're about halfway there."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I'll do it, but it's hard to get past this point. I keep flinching. I'm having trouble...."

Erik grabbed my hips and pulled me down with enough pressure that I screamed, "Fuck me! That hurt."

I felt him push his way past the inner sphincter in one savage thrust. "I'm so sorry," Erik said. "I was just trying to do what you asked me to do."

I forced a smile and said, "Stop apologizing and just fuck me."

Erik started to lift me up and slam me back down on his cock. My little cock had started to wilt when he slammed me down and pain shot through my body, but it was getting hard again. Erik turned us over without pulling out of me so that I was laying on my back with my legs wrapped around his waist. He was slamming into me. This was my favorite position. Not only because I could see his face clearly, but he was rubbing my prostate with each thrust.

I looked up into his face. I was biting my lip, trying to avoid pushing him too fast, but I couldn't help it. "Slap me, Erik," I said. "Slap me and call me your puto maric"n!"

He slapped me a little too gently and said, "Take it, you little bitch!"

I squeezed his cock with my ass, and whispered, "harder". He slapped me hard and said, "I'm going to fuck you so hard that your eyes pop out of your head, you sexy little faggot slut!"

I was moaning louder now. My ass was clamping on him like it was trying to chew on his cock. He could tell I was getting close. He twisted my nipples and kissed my neck. He sucked hard enough to mark my neck with a hickey. I screamed, "I'm cumming, papi! I'm cumming!"

My cock exploded and I came all over my chest and abdomen. I could feel Erik's massive cock spilling inside me. We collapsed together and kissed for several minutes. Then Erik picked me up and carried me into the shower. We cleaned one another and returned to the room. We'd just finished when Jason came in with our tea and medicinals on a tray.

"You haven't said anything to your boy yet, have you?" Jason asked.

Erik smiled and said, "No. It's on then?"

"Yes it is," he said. "I was hoping that you two would be done with your troubles by today and we wouldn't have to postpone the trip."

Then Jason left and I turned to Erik and asked, "Didn't tell me what?"

Erik smiled and said, "We're going away for the weekend, but I'm not going to tell you where. It'll be us, Jason, and Kieran. Jason wants it to be a surprise."

Kieran

After we took our medicinals, we both had to use the bathroom. It was more urgent for me, so Jason waited. Then we showered and got ready for the rest of the day. I had just finished helping Jason to dress and I was still naked. Jason sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. I went to kiss him, but he said, "Not right now, little prince. We must have a serious conversation."

"Yes sir," I said.

Jason was brushing my hair and he said, "We've gotten off track over the last week because of what happened to you, but we need to clarify some rules in our relationship that I think you may have forgotten.

"My first question is this. Who makes the decisions in this relationship?"

"You do, sir," I said.

"Are you allowed to question me about decisions?" he asked.

"No sir," I said, shaking my head. I knew where this was heading. I hadn't been as obedient lately as I had been at the start.

"That's what I said at the start of our relationship," Jason said, "but I didn't know how quickly we would become compatible. Let me amend the rule to say that you can't question me in front of anyone else. When in private, you may question me, but you must accept my answer without complaint. Do you understand this rule?"

"Yes sir," I said, promising myself to be respectful and obedient to my man.

Jason added, "You're my little prince, and I want you to be happy, so I will always try to take your desires into consideration, but I won't tolerate back talk, and I won't tolerate disrespect. When you disrespected me in front of Sebastian, I should have punished you. I've been so happy with your progress that I let it slide, but I won't be lenient in the future."

"Yes sir," I said.

"You've been very good about not denying me in public, so I think you understand that rule," he said. "I will never deny you, and you must always speak truthfully about our relationship."

"Yes sir," I said. That rule was easy for me now that everyone knew that I was gay. Besides I had become proud of being Jason's boy and I felt safer knowing that his reputation protected me from a lot of dangers.

He kissed my nose to give me some encouragement. "You haven't forgotten to stay naked in our suite even once. I think you must like it." He pinched the head of my erect penis playfully.

"I do like it, sir," I said, blushing. "I thought I wouldn't, but I do. And I like it when Alonzo's naked with me."

"I do, too," Jason admitted. "The two of you are like a cute pair of twinks. Do you realize the effect you had on Erik and me when the two of you were kissing the other day?"

I leaned against his chest. "Do you want the two of us to kiss more often when you're watching?" I asked, giving him an innocent look, with my eyes wide open.

"Oh yes," he said, "so long as you remember that your little penis is off limits, and you don't forget that you two need your men to take care of your bottoms."

"I've got it, sir," I said. "Alonzo and I can kiss, but we can't touch each other's penis or boy hole."

"Now that I've opened you properly, you and Alonzo can touch each other's boy holes, but not with your penises, just fingers and tongues," he said.

"Ew! Sir," I said. "I don't want to stick my penis inside anyone."

Jason rubbed my back and kissed me gently. "You are the cutest and most submissive boy I've ever met," he said. "I'm not worried about you putting your penis in Alonzo, but Alonzo isn't as good a boy as you are. I don't want him putting his penis inside you."

I couldn't imagine Alonzo doing that either, but he was naughtier than I was. You never knew what he would do. He was so much more confident and sexier than I was. I wanted to be more like him, but I was going to draw the line at doing that.

"You know that I am the only one allowed to give you an orgasm, right," he asked.

"Yes sir," I said. "I only want you. You know that, sir."

"I think these rules cover everything except for the following two rules. One, the "babysitting" as you call it will continue. And you won't argue about it with me or with those I choose to watch you. You will obey them because I've given them authority over you at that time."

"Yes sir," I said, less happy with this rule.

"So, for now, that includes Drew, Erik, Sebastian, Clarissa, Professor Gordon, Sally Minh, Darren, and Meghan. I don't want you to be alone and I want you to do what you're told. Do you understand me?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said, putting a brave face on it.

"And second, you won't be meeting up with anyone I don't know unless one of your "babysitters" is there, or maybe Alonzo. Don't even ask me because the answer will be no," he said.

After Joe Peters, I wasn't going to argue this point at all. "Yes sir," I replied.

"The last point isn't a new rule," he said. "It's an instruction. On Monday, I'm going to introduce you to one of the psychology grad students I know. His name is Rakesh Mishra, and he will be training you in how to develop your mind magery. You'll treat him like your other minders, and you'll obey him."

"Yes sir," I replied. "I'm looking forward to training my talent, and if you tell me this guy is trustworthy, I'll obey him."

"Good boy," Jason said. "Now breakfast and then we come back up here for sexy time."

Jason dressed me in dark blue shorts that came only a few inches below my buttocks and a rainbow patterned low cut t-shirt with no sleeves. My jock was bright pink. He put my cross-shoulder bag on me. It still contained the three hundred dollars he'd put in there yesterday. We went down to eat, and Jason ordered me a mushroom, scallions and cheese omelet and avocado toast on whole grain bread. We had hot tea jasmine tea and orange slices. I was prepared to be stuffed, but Jason cut the omelet in half and put one piece on his plate. He put his half on top of the avocado toast, but he knew I didn't like my food to touch on the plate, so he left mine to the side.

We ate and then went back to the room. Jason had packed a gym bag for me. "Sally Minh asked if she could take you to the pool at the rec center," he said. "I told her she has to have you back here by 12:30. I don't want you going anywhere without her."

"Yes sir," I said. I was excited to go to the pool because I liked swimming, but I was a feeling a little constrained because Sally hadn't even asked me; she'd just asked Jason. I guessed this was what I'd agreed to when I promised to follow Jason's rules.

Alonzo

Erik had gone to take care of some business before our surprise trip, and I had thought about putting on clothes to show that I could, but now that no one was making me do it, I kind of liked walking around naked. I was cleaning the room, not because Erik was making me, but because Erik was a slob, and I was a neat freak. It meant that I was always picking up after him. Suddenly I had sympathy for my mother who had always picked up after my father. I felt like Erik's wife. I loved having sex with him and I didn't mind picking up after him, but if we were together long term, we were getting a maid.

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I started to put on my robe but decided just to be scandalous. I opened the door a crack and peered out to see Nico waiting in the hallway. A chill went down my spine. I knew what he wanted. More than anything I wished I could just shut the door in his face and make his go away, but that wasn't a realistic option. "Come on in," I said, opening the door for him.

Nico looked at my naked body when he brushed past me. He raised an eyebrow in appreciation. "Very nice," he said. "I figured that I would save you a trip to my room, so I came here to collect my payment. You are ready to pay, aren't you?"

My eyes were watering, and my lip was trembling like a baby. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said.

He walked over to me and wrapped his thin arms around my body. "Don't cry little witchboy," he said, stroking my back. "You're giving me your special connection to the goddess, not your music or your rhythm."

"Just take it quickly," I said. "I don't want time to regret it before it happens. It ... it won't ... you know ... hurt too bad will it?"

"It won't hurt at all, if you give it to me willingly," he said, kissing my cheek.

"Take it then," I said, "before I lose my nerve."

Nico stretched out his hand and traced a pattern on my body, from the top of my head, down to my groin. Then he traced a pattern around my abdomen between my navel and my solar plexus. I felt his nails scrape my skin and then I felt a tugging. I couldn't bring myself to look down, but when Nico pulled his hand away from my body, I could see that he held something that looked like a shining little seed. He put it in a pouch he wore at his waist and brushed the hair out of my eyes.

"Is that it?" I asked. I didn't feel that different, truth be told, maybe a little lighter in that area. "I thought it would be more obvious."

"It is to me, and it will be to Sebastian and Clarissa if they know what to look for," he said.

"At least I won't have to do anymore private classes with Clarissa when I could be practicing music or dancing," I said, crying now.

"Why not?" he asked. "If Sebastian and Clarissa tell you take the class, you need to take the class."

I couldn't handle it stoically anymore. I collapsed onto the bed. "What's the point of taking classes in magery, when I gave you my magic?" I sobbed. "It's a waste of time!"

I felt Nico sit on the bed with me. "I didn't take your magic, Alonzo," he said, running his hand down my back and rubbing my bottom."

"Then what did you take?" I demanded, suddenly fearful. "I promised you my magic because it had hurt Erik and I didn't trust it."

"Humans never pay attention to the words they hear, or the words they say," he replied in soothing tones. "You offered me your magic. I requested your special connection to the goddess. That's what you promised me; and that's what I took."

I turned over on my back and looked up at him. "Are you saying that I still have my magical talent?" I asked. "My tia said that it was the connection to the goddess that made our family mages."

Nico took my jaw in his hand and squeezed my mouth until it puckered, then he kissed me very gently on the lips. "No offense to your tia, but she seems to have been lacking in magical education. The connection to the goddess is both a gift and a curse, but that wasn't the source of your arcanum. Clarissa may have to take you to select a magical focus, but you still have your talent. Even that may not be necessary. You are a songmage, and you can shape the numina with your song and your movements. You may even retain some of your rogue magery. What you lack is the outside power and the temptation to use it in dangerous ways."

He put one hand on the top of my head and grasped my testicles with the other. I could feel the energy flowing between them. "You still have your own reserves, and the talent still resides within you. You may need to study magic now instead of simply using your will and your imagination, but you'll be a powerful mage one day if you work at it. You're already more powerful than most of the mages here; you just don't know how to access it," he said.

"I've kept watch over you, and I've even protected you from the most dangerous predator on this campus," he said, "but you must start paying closer attention. I may not always be able to save you from your own impetuousness."

I sat up and hugged him then. "Thank you," I said. "I owe you a ...."

"BE QUIET!" Nico shuddered. "Stop and think Alonzo. You almost put yourself in my debt again. Don't ever say words like that. You don't know if you're speaking to one of the fey. I'm going to tell you a story.

"There once was a young man traveling down a country road who came upon an old beggar lady. The youth was regarded as one of the brightest in the region and he had been granted a full scholarship to study at the University of Paris by his Comte. He was so caught up in dreams of his future that he walked past the beggar woman without even a kind word. She called after him, `Young man, may I have your attention please?' And the young man turned, finally having noticed her standing there in squalid despair, and replied, `Of course, good woman, you have my attention. At which point, the disguise fell from the woman, and she revealed herself as Morgaine, one of the attendants of the Queen of Air and Darkness. `Thank you, young man,' she said and then she disappeared from his sight.

"From that moment Morgaine the Fey held his attention and he was unable to focus for more than a few seconds at a time on any one person, place, thing, or idea, excepting of course the Morgaine herself. Unable to study at the university and unable to make a living at any trade, he was reduced to penury and had no choice but to become a beggar himself.

"Never promise something to the fey, not even with careless words that you think have no meaning beyond mere politeness, for words have power and not all fey have your best interests at heart. I do, and I even would feel compelled to hold you to bargain if you made a rash promise to me."

"Thank you again, Nico," I said. "You have been looking out for me, and I will try my best to learn the lessons you're trying to teach me."

"I foolishly took responsibility for you and those like you at the beginning of this year, and now I'm bound to honor that obligation," he said, "but it goes against our very nature to not make the best deals we can for ourselves. It caused me physical pain to give you a better deal than you asked for. Luckily for you, I'm a masochist."

He kissed my forehead again and left, but not before one final piece of advice. "The magical world is like the mundane world, but there is danger all around you. Please learn to consider your words before speaking them."

I got dressed and ran to Clarissa's room. She was happy to see me. When I told her about my deal with Nico, she insisted on examining me magically. She even called in Sebastian and Marvin for second opinions. They all agreed that my arcanum, the innated gift for magic, was still strong. She promised me a trip to the Nexus to find a proper implement to aid in spellcasting within the month. In the meantime, she gave me an old rosewood flute that she believed would be good for me, since I could also use it to make music, but she insisted that I try to shape my magic with my singing and my dance moves, since that talent was peculiar to songmages and she was certain that I held that talent, the arcanum canorum.

We practiced the spell that made mage light, and then she taught me a simple spell for weaving a minor illusion. The mage light spell was so simple that many mages could perform it without a magical implement of some kind, but the illusion spell commonly required one. I did it without and she was overjoyed. She made me try variations to produce different images, from simple light effects to detailed images. I could only manage sight and sound, but she assured me that some mages could produce smell and taste as well, and a very few could create a tactile sensation. She warned me to practice these spells and only these spells until my Tuesday lesson.

I cried through the entire lesson, not from pain or frustration, but from joy. I hadn't lost my magic and I still felt the pure ecstasy of shaping it. Clarissa said that the physical joy was most common in songmages because we focused the magic through our bodies instead of through an implement. I was exhausted, but that didn't stop me from dancing down the hall and down the stairs. I was still dancing when I got down to my floor and saw Kieran in a rainbow t-shirt and tiny dark blue shorts. He was talking to an Asian girl about my height.

"Hey, Kieran," I said. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Kieran smiled and said, "Sally, this is Alonzo, my suitemate and Erik's boyfriend. Alonzo, this is Sally Minh. She's in my art class, and we're getting ready to go to the pool."

"Do you want to come, Alonzo?" Sally asked.

I didn't have to think about it for long. "If you can give me a minute to grab my swimsuit, I'll be with you."

I ran into the room and grabbed the swimsuit I'd never dared to wear at home. I threw it in my gym bag and joined them in the hallway. Sally insisted on taking a selfie of the three of us before we went to the pool.

Kieran

The pool in the bottom of the rec center was a pull size pool. It was shaped like an L. The smaller, deeper section had diving two diving boards, and the longer section had swimming lanes, although half the lanes were roped off for free swimming. Alonzo and I had shared a locker. He changed into trunks that were small and square cut. They were deep purple in color, and the front and back panels were separated by a one inch gap on each side where his bare flesh shone through. They were connected by metallic golden cords that stood out against skin. I hadn't seen the swimsuit Jason had bought for until I opened the package in the locker room. It was a tiny speedo, even smaller than the ones I once wore in competition, a pale rainbow pattern in color and silky in appearance. If I had any pubic hair, it would be showing. It was cut low on my abdomen and for once I was truly grateful for my small penis. On the sides, it was cut high, showing off most of my hip. I had shrunk so much in height that we were about the same height.

Sally wore a one-piece suit that fit her slender body like a second skin. She and Alonzo wanted to play in the shallow end of the free swim area, and I had promised Jason that I would always stay close to my sitters, so I joined them, although I kept one eye on the diving boards. Neither of them was a great swimmer so we bobbed around in the water for a while. I felt like a third wheel because Alonzo and Sally were getting along so well. I knew it was because they both liked to talk and I didn't say a lot, but it still hurt.

Alonzo stepped up next to me and put his arms around my neck. "Are you bored bobbing here with Sally and me when we both know that you'd rather be diving," he said. "I haven't forgotten that you were a jock in high school."

He kissed my lips playfully and Sally toyed with my hair. "I'm going to braid your hair, so it doesn't get in your eyes, Kieran," she said. "Then Alonzo and I are going to sit in those chairs and watch you dive. No pressure, but we expect to be impressed."

She'd been braiding my hair the entire time she was talking, then she pulled the hair tie off her own braid and used it to secure my hair. We got out of the pool and walked over to the diving area. Sally ran to the locker room to get her bag so she could take pictures, then she and Alonzo pulled three lounge chairs together and sat in two them, so they had a clear view of the diving boards.

I was a little nervous. I'd diving competitively for years, but I had much less muscle than I had in the past. I climbed the ladder and took my place. I did a simple forward dive the first time, to get used to my reshaped body. There were only a few other divers today, so I was able to work my way through the other five groups: backward, reverse, inward, twisting and arm stand. I kept it simple and only used the standing position.

I hadn't noticed David Campos taking the third lounge chair next to Alonzo while I was diving, but when I'd finished my last dive of what I'd assumed would be my first set when I saw him standing by the ladder. He knelt and extended his hand. I was looking around for Alonzo or Sally, but didn't see them, so I took his hand and he helped me out of the pool. If it had been Jason standing there, acting like I couldn't get out of the pool on my own, I would have found it endearing, but it annoyed me coming from David.

David pulled me into an embrace and said, "You were beautiful out there."

"Thank you," I replied, "but I have friends waiting over there and I have to get back to them."

David's unwelcome presence had put an end to my enjoyment of the day. He took my hand and led me back over towards the seats. Alonzo and Sally could see that I was upset, so they approached me. Alonzo came up and squeezed between David and me and put his arms around me.

"You are totally awesome, Kieran," he said, pushing David aside with his hip. He looked over his shoulder at David and said, "Do you mind? This is a private party and you're not invited." Then he started kissing my face and pulling me towards the lounge chair.

I saw Sally carrying David's blanket and phone. She walked past David without being noticed. David's attention was equally drawn to me and Alonzo. I had no idea what was going through his mind, but I didn't like it. When Sally got the edge of the pool, she yelled, "Hey douche nozzle, does this phone belong to you?"

When David turned, she dropped it into the deep water. "Oops," she said. "Some of us just can't seem to keep our hands off of things that don't belong to us!" She shrugged and then threw his blanket and wallet in after the phone.

The lifeguard blew her whistle and shouted at the three of us to leave the pool area. I'd never been thrown out of anything before, so I was a little in shock, but I was also laughing and feeling good. Sally had warned me about men like David and it felt good to stand up to them. We left quickly before the situation could escalate further. We were all laughing as we left the rec center.

Sally insisted on us stopping by campus security and filing a report. By the time she and Alonzo were done spinning their tale, David seemed much more predatory than he had been. Sally insisted to me afterward that Jason had already warned him off once and he was still coming, so he needed a lesson he wouldn't forget.

After Sally left us at our dorm, Alonzo said, "Losing a cellphone is nothing, Kieran. What do you think Jason would do if he got his hands on him?"

We took a shower and dried off, then we lay down on the bed in Alonzo's room. I was exhausted from using muscles I hadn't used in a while, and Alonzo was exhausted from his magic training. Alonzo had put on some Latino music to play quietly, and we fell asleep side by side.

Erik

I'd been to the gym, and I'd been shopping to pick up some clothes I could wear this weekend. When I got back to the room, I saw Alonzo and Kieran snuggled next to each other on the bed, sleeping in each other's arms. I put the bags down and silently checked the sheets for any sign of lovemaking that could have betrayed them, but I saw none, which was good because I didn't want any trouble with Jason. I sat on the chair and watched them for a long time. They were so pretty lying there together. If Alonzo had been lying with a more masculine man, I'd be jealous right now, but seeing him with another tiny hairless twink made me horny. They looked peaceful and innocent.

I remembered everything since I'd first met Alonzo. I remembered how small he'd felt in my arms and how he had honored me by allowing me to be the first man inside his round, little butt. How I'd abused him and how angry I had been when he was kidnapped by the elf prince. Even now that I knew it had been a trick to help break the curse, it angered me. I had no magic. I was helpless to protect my boy like Jason protected his. That was the issue I'd been struggling with all day while doing my errands. I was big and strong, and I knew how to box, but I wasn't sure that would be enough. I needed more.

I'd found a martial arts studio that taught kali, and they offered classes at the same time as Alonzo's dance aerobics class. I was going to sign up next week and get some training. According to the website, this was the same art known as escrima, and they taught open hand, staff fighting and sword fighting. It sounded perfect to me. I was going to become skilled enough with weapons to be able to protect my boy. And I was going to ask Sebastian about magical weapons. I wanted to be ready for anything.

There was a quiet knock and Jason came into my room. He looked worried until he saw Kieran and Alonzo sleeping peacefully on the bed. He sighed in relief and then moved over and started whispering to me, "That boy drives me crazy. I worry about him all the time."

"They're pretty lying there sleeping in one another's arms, though," I said. "When they were kissing the other night, I almost exploded in my pants."

Jason nodded, "I've been thinking about the two of them since that night as well. Kieran was in bad shape as you recall and he barely responded when Alonzo kissed him, but he seems to be awakening to his sexuality more each day. It's good for him to be intimate with other submissive boys, but only when we, the men, say it's okay. I want to have this discussion with both boys this weekend. I want to explain to them that they can be intimate within the proper limits for submissive boys, not penetration of stimulation of the penis, and they can only do it because we allow it."

I nodded my agreement. Alonzo said he wanted me to take charge in the bedroom, so I was going to do so. Then Jason and I did the work of packing suitcases for out trip. We didn't wake the boys until we were ready to go, and we had laid clothes out for them to wear. Jason helped me pick clothes for Alonzo because I had idea what looked good. In our relationship, Alonzo often dressed me.

It was like Jason and I were princes in a fairy tale. We awakened our princesses with a kiss.

Alonzo

I woke up from my nap with Erik kissing my lips. Next to me, Kieran was getting the same treatment from Jason. "Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauties," Jason said.

And Erik chimed in, "We've packed everything we need and we're going as soon as you get dressed."

Erik had laid clothes out for me, but I saw Jason's hand in the selection. First, Erik couldn't match clothes, and second there was a mottled purple t-shirt and white shorts set out for me. He'd chosen underwear I hadn't worn yet because I'd been saving them for a special night. It was a lavender thong with a mesh pouch. From the way Erik was avoiding my eyes, I guessed he's been the one to choose the thong. Kieran had a dark blue jock, a red-gold muscle shirt that matched his hair exactly, and tight shorts in the same cornflower blue as his eyes. Jason was lending me Kieran's sparkly lavender shoes. Kieran still had the rainbow shoes. We were going to be dressed in a similar style, both of us looking like little boys.

Even that last word was questionable because Jason pulled Kieran's hair back and fastened it with a copper clip then he handed Erik two gold colored hair combs and showed him how to put them in my hair. They made me look girly, but damn if they didn't make me look sexy as hell.

The guys carried all the bags. Kieran was wearing his rainbow colored over the shoulder bag and I carried only a thin wallet with my ID and cards in it. Erik was following Jason's lead, trying to be the gentleman in the relationship. He opened the back passenger door and helped me into the back seat. Jason did the same for Kieran, then the guys fastened our seatbelts for us. I couldn't tell whether they were treating us like their boyfriends or their children.

"Muchas gracias, papa," I said, with a trace of sarcasm.

"Thank you sir," Kieran said, after Jason kissed him, without the slightest trace of sarcasm.

Jason then opened two cold bottles of water and handed one to each of us. He put a container of dried fruit and nuts between us on the seat and said, "It won't be a long trip, but there are snacks if you get hungry."

Jason took pictures of us with his phone before strapping himself in behind the wheel. Jason and Erik were talking to each other and ignoring us. It sounded like they were each telling the story of the events of the last week. Whenever Erik got to one of the graphic parts of our story, he whispered quietly to Jason. Even though we could barely hear them, Jason turned the volume on the radio up in the back seat. I guessed that he didn't want Kieran to know how Erik had hurt me while he was under the curse.

Kieran didn't seem perturbed at all to being treated like a child, so I decided not to make a fuss. Erik only did it when we were around Jason and Kieran, so I could live with it. I started singing along to radio. Jason had it set to play pop music, probably because he knew that I liked it. A few minutes into the road trip, Erik showed Jason a USB stick and Jason gestured for him to put it in. The playlist was an instrumental version of popular songs. It sounded like the original recording without the vocal track. I continued to sing, but this time I wasn't competing with the original artists.

I was really getting into it when I felt Kieran's hand in mine. He was looking at me and smiling. I stopped singing for a moment, but he leaned over and said, "No. Please keep on singing. It's beautiful."

"You're sweet," I said.

"No, really," he said. "I'd rather listen to you any day, even if you are 100% that bitch!"

I started singing again. This time I was looking right at Kieran, staring into his eyes while I sang save your tears for another day. He didn't let go of my hand. We were driving through the Forest on a county road. It took maybe a half hour before we exited the woods and pulled up to a what looked like a mansion behind a stone fence. The sign on the gate read "Butternut Farm and Resort".

It didn't look like a farm, but I could believe the resort part. There was a large pond, big enough to use paddleboats, and what looked like a golf course. We drove around the to the parking on the side and saw several buildings surrounding a courtyard. In the distance we could see lots of trees. Jason parked the car and told us to sit in the back while he got things unloaded. Erik went up the entrance to grab a luggage cart.

It was late afternoon when we got there, and I was getting a little hungry. I hadn't been able to eat this morning out of anxiety over potentially losing my magic. Erik and Jason wouldn't let Kieran and I carry anything; they took all our bags. They led us in and we waited while Jason checked us in. I wondered who was paying for it. This place looked expensive. (I later found out that Erik insisted on paying half, but let Jason negotiate him down to only paying the difference in cost between one couple and two.)

Kieran

I could tell that Alonzo was annoyed at our men for not letting him know what we were doing, but I didn't care. I liked to do whatever Jason planned, and this place seemed really nice. Alonzo chaffed at being treated like Erik's boy, but I liked it when Jason took charge. I liked it when he checked my seatbelt and made sure that I ate my food. I even liked it that he didn't like to let me out of his sight. I'd never had someone do all those things for me when I was younger, and it felt nice to have someone looking out for me. And I think it made Jason horny to treat me like a little boy and I was always ready to do whatever would make Jason horny. There was no downside as far as I could tell.

I was looking at the souvenirs the resort offered while Jason was getting us checked in and I saw the cutest stuffed black bear with a satiny red heart on its chest. When I'd moved in with Uncle Craig he made me donate all my stuffed animals to a charity because "boys didn't collect stuffed animals".

When Jason finished he walked over and took the bear and paid for it. He left it at the counter so they could personalize it. Then we went upstairs to our room. A bellhop pushed our cart and unloaded our luggage. We were staying in a suite with two bedrooms and a sitting room between them. There was a large closet off the sitting room and a fancy bathroom on the other side. The bedrooms were large with a queen size bed and an armoire to store clothes. There was a balcony on the back that overlooked the courtyard.

Erik said, "You boys have a 4:00 spa appointment, and then we'll have dinner." He was holding two robes with the hotel logo on them. "So, get naked boys and let's get you wrapped in luxury."

I wasn't thrilled with the idea of going to a spa, but Alonzo was happy. He grabbed the robes from Erik and ran over to me. "You heard my man, Kieran. Let's get naked."

We both stripped down and wrapped the thick robes around our bodies. The robes were short enough to fit us. Before we left the room, Jason opened a paper pouch with some powder in it and shook a few granules onto his palm. The he blew them in my face. I started choking a little, and he pulled me in for a hug after rewrapping pouch.

My eyes were red, and my fingers and toes were tingling. "What was that, sir," I asked.

Jason kissed my forehead and said, "Sorry about that. But you're going to get a manicure and a pedicure, and you bite your nails down to the quick. This is a chance to break that habit."

I looked at my hands and my nails had grown until they were a quarter inch longer than my fingers. My toenails were just as long. Jason added, "This is one of my weapons. I gave you about 1/10th strength just so you would have nails to trim and polish."

Seeing the look on my face, he picked me up and held me while he kissed me. "I'm sorry, little prince," he said between kisses. "I would have warned you, but you need to inhale the powder for it to work."

Erik laughed and said, "Are you telling me that one of your fearsome weapons make peoples nails grow two to three inches?"

Jason shook his head. "No. The growth is exponential, not linear. If you inhale the entire thing, your nails grow two to three feet long."

Erik and Jason didn't put on robes, but they came down to the spa with us. I noticed that Jason didn't give Alonzo or me keys to room. He and Erik had keys. I guessed they weren't planning on leaving us alone at all while we were staying here. Jason carried me to the elevator and then took me down to the spa. He kissed me the whole way down and then stood me on the floor just before the elevator opened.

The lady who was working there chatted with Jason and Erik, although Jason did most of the talking. Alonzo and I were given almost the whole works. We both had hairless bodies, so we got to skip the sugar treatment, then we soaked in mud, which didn't do a lot for me because I used Jason's special soap, but it made Alonzo's skin softer. Then we had our nails trimmed and cleaned. Jason wouldn't let them use colored nail polish on me, just a clear liquid that was supposed to be healthy for the nails, but Alonzo had them put a pale lavender on his nails. It was almost clear, but you could see the purple tint. We got our hair trimmed and styled, and then had a massage. When the makeup artist came in. I was getting seriously nervous because I didn't want to look girlish, but I didn't resist when the artist applied eyeliner. Alonzo got deep brown eyeliner on the top lid that made his eyes seem lighter brown somehow, and I got copper eyeliner on the top lid that made me look like my eyes were bigger and a deeper blue in color.

They asked about piercing our ears, Jason put his foot down and said no when it came to me and Alonzo wasn't thrilled with the idea, even though Erik seemed to like it. In the end, we up to the room and got dressed for dinner. All four of us wore suits. I had the light gray one that Jason had bought for me in the boy's department, and Alonzo had one of charcoal gray. My shirt was teal, and Alonzo's was purple. Erik had a classy suit in charcoal gray that matched Alonzo's and Jason wore his black silk suit with a mandarin collar over a deep red shirt.

When they styled our hair, the stylists had pulled my hair back in a loose knot held by my copper clasp with the Celtic knot pattern, while Alonzo wore his hair loose around his shoulder like Jason. Erik's blond hair was short on top and had a low fade on the side. We looked good. I was glad for the tight jock Jason had chosen for me because it hid my erection.

We had reservations in the formal dining room. It was the fanciest restaurant I'd ever been in, and everyone was dressed well. We were the only table with four men. There was one with three women, but all the others had one or two mixed sex couples and all of them were older than us. I was feeling a little uncomfortable, but Jason, Erik and Alonzo didn't seem to mind. I felt like everyone was staring at us.

Jason pulled me over to look at the menu with him. He knew what I liked and what I didn't. "Will you eat squid, little prince?" he asked.

I shook my head and made a face. He and Erik laughed at me. The two of them must have been exchanging stories about how picky an eater I was. Jason kissed me and said, "I love you; you know."

"I know sir, I love you too," I said.

"Kieran likes beef, pork, chicken and shrimp," Jason said. "I don't know how I got him to eat langoustine on our first date."

"I thought it was a kind of shrimp," I said. "It looked kind of like shrimp on the menu."

In the end, Jason and Erik ordered some appetizers that included scallops, small puff pastries with mushroom, onion and cheese, and grilled bread with some sort of vinegary tomatoes and onions to spoon on top of it. Of course, there was bread. I had a small appetite these days, so I wasn't really interested in appetizers. Jason fed me some of the bread and tomatoes and had me take a bite from one of the puff pastries. He didn't push it when I didn't want to try the scallops, but he shot Alonzo a dirty look when he told me it was a mollusk, like a snail.

I whispered to Jason, "I appreciate all this sir, but I can't eat a big meal."

Jason whispered back, "I know, little prince. I'm going to order something you can eat and share it with you."

Erik and Alonzo both ordered porterhouse house steaks and Jason ordered filet mignon. He also ordered a side order of prawns cooked in garlic butter. He feed me part of the mushroom soup that came with his dinner. The funny thing is that the prawns were so big that they were almost more than I could eat. I did try a bite of Jason's steak. It was good, but it had blood running out of it, so I shook my head when he offered me more. Alonzo ate less than half his steak as well, but Erik finished it. Erik ate a lot, but he was six foot five and he needed more food even than Jason.

When I saw the desserts I was wishing that I'd skipped dinner so I could have one, but there was no chance that Jason would have allowed that. He didn't have dessert either. Alonzo and Erik split a cheesecake, but Erik ate most of it.

Alonzo

I hadn't realized how quiet and withdrawn Kieran was all the time. He listened to us talk and seldom said anything. And I couldn't get over how cute it was that Jason fed him from his own plate. He ate less than I did, but I guessed that made sense because I danced and did aerobics and he liked to sit in the corner and draw. I did think I was going to have to have a talk with Jason about some of the things he said to Kieran. Jason thought that Kieran's fussiness and lack of sophistication when it came to food was endearing and cute, but I could tell that he was making Kieran feel bad about himself. He even tried to bite his fingernails several times during the dinner but stopped when he tasted the clear nail polish. I may have been a boy-sized twink, but I was 100% that bitch and I would give Jason a piece of my mind.

After dinner, I thought we were heading to the stairs to go back to the room, but Erik led me through the hallway under the stairs, with Jason and Kieran following closely behind. "Where are we going?" I asked.

Erik wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me as tight as he could to his chest. "You're going to have to wait to find out," he said. "Jason and I have planned the whole weekend, and you two cuties are going to have to trust us to make sure you enjoy it."

Kieran never questioned Jason; he just followed wherever his man led like a cute, redheaded puppy. I was a little feistier than that. I slipped my arm around his waist and then tried to tickle him. That was a mistake. I kept trying to find a ticklish spot-on Erik but couldn't do it. And he knew all of mine. He kissed me and then tickled my ribs while we were walking down the hallway. I collapsed laughing and he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

We walked into the ballroom, where a band was playing disco music. "Ay papi," I said. "You should have told me so I could buy a white suite like John Travolta wore in Saturday Night Fever."

He pulled me out onto the dance floor, and we started moving. I'm not shallow enough to be annoyed or embarrassed by the fact that Erik had no moves whatsoever. He must have been watching videos and trying to learn, and I found his efforts to be sexier than good dancing. He was trying hard to learn to like something I loved. I saw Jason and Kieran on the floor as well. Kieran looked uncomfortable, but Kieran always looked uncomfortable when he wasn't hiding in the corner. Jason could dance and Kieran was trying. For just a moment the thought passed my mind that I should dance with Jason and Kieran should dance with Erik, but then I put that thought away as unworthy.

I was happy to see that my gaydar hadn't let me down. During dinner I had half an eye on the table that looked like it had two same sex couples, one black and one white. As I expected, on the dance floor it was two interracial couples, one gay and one lesbian. Both couples looked like they were in their thirties.

The band was good. After Staying Alive, they went on to I Will Survive. The lead male vocalist was a rough looking guy with a scruffy beard. He sang the Cake version of the song so he could comfortably hit the notes. It was interesting that the female lead had sung Staying Alive, so they'd gender swapped the vocal parts. Since this was a slow dance, Erik was better at it. He was moving slowly close to me, and I decided to make him look good. I moved against him with my butt, making it look like he was grinding me like an expert. Erik always looked good to me, even when he was stomping like he was part of the Peacemaker intro. I wanted everyone else to see him the way I did.

The next song was September by Earth, Wind and Fire. The band had only five members, so it was a stripped-down version, but it was danceable. It still felt wrong not to have a horn section. I'm not sure I would have included it on stage, even though I sang it often enough on my own.

Then they got back to the Bee Gees with You Should be Dancing, another fast-paced song. I was loving it, but I noticed Jason leading Kieran off the dance floor towards one of the tables around the room. I started to go check on them, but Erik whispered, "Let it be, Alonzo. Jason can handle it, and if you're not happy, you can mother Kieran later."

Kieran

I was trying; I really was, but then I couldn't do it anymore. My eyes were wet when I turned to Jason and said, "Can we stop dancing now?"

He put his arms around me, and half carried me to one of the corner tables. He sat down in a chair and pulled me onto his lap. "What's wrong, Little Prince?" he asked.

"Everyone was looking at me and I felt like a fool, sir," I said. "I'm a terrible dancer and everyone on the dance floor was probably making fun of me."

He just held me for a few minutes, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head. "I want you to take a look at the dancers, Kieran," he whispered to me. "What do you see?"

"I see a lot of happy couples having fun, sir," I said. I felt stupid and childish, and I hated it, but I couldn't stop myself. I remembered one day after school when I was dancing in the living room to Outkast's Hey Ya! I was on twelve, but my eyes were already glued to Andre 3000. I thought he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. My oldest cousin Jonathon came home, reeking of pot smoke and laughed at me. "Damn it Kieran, you look like a retard faggot flopping around there," he'd teased me. "I'll bet you're wishing he had his big black – he didn't say Black, but I never said the word he used ­– dick inside you right now. But if he saw you `dancing' he'd just laugh at you and kick you to street."

Then he pinched my butt and went upstairs into the room he shared with Dylan. Jonathon was three years older than me, and I didn't think that he'd ever said a nice word to me. He usually said something mean then called me faggot and pinched my butt. Sometimes he laughed and said I got an erection from him touching me, even if I didn't get one.

I was crying quietly when Jason said, "Look again, Little Prince. Alonzo is smooth, but he's a natural dancer, like you're a natural artist. Erik looks stiff as a board, and if you don't think he's feeling awkward and uncomfortable, you should talk to him right now. Those two couples (he pointed to the two interracial gay couples) are good but look at the others. They're having fun, but they don't know what they're doing either."

He kissed my neck for a while, and I relaxed against him. "Do you remember how to open your mind, like Uncle Kamon taught you?"

"Yes sir," I whispered.

"Then do it, Kieran," he said. "Look at that woman with the heavy makeup and tell me what she's thinking."

I had to stare at her for a minute before I started hearing anything. "She really loves her husband, sir," I said, "and she thinks he's a great dancer, even though I sense she knows he isn't. She thinks everyone is looking at her and judging her because her pearls are fake and because she can't move her feet to the rhythm."

Jason was still kissing my neck and rubbing my stomach. He had his hand under my jacket and only the shirt separated my skin from his hand. I was beginning to breath normally again. "Look at that guy at the far end with the hat," he murmured against the skin of my neck. "Tell me about him."

In a couple of minutes I said, "He knows he's out of step with the song, sir, but he doesn't care because he's having fun. That's his sister he's dancing with and he's thinking about Alonzo and wishing he was dancing with Erik."

I laughed a little and added, "He thinks Erik is a good dancer, sir. No wait. He knows Erik isn't a good dancer, but he doesn't care, and ...."

"What else, Little Prince?" Jason prompted me.

"He's thinking bad things about Alonzo, sir," I added. "He's thinking that Erik shouldn't be with a ... brown boy, and he's thinking about knocking Alonzo to the ground and kicking him. We've got to stop him!"

I tried to get up, but Jason held me tight. "Calm down, Kieran," he said. "He isn't making any moves towards them. Once you've trained your powers you'll be able to see below the surface thoughts. I can't do it because I'm not a mind mage like you and Uncle Kamon, but I bet that he's only fantasizing about hurting Alonzo and he has no desire to really do it. He probably doesn't even believe the things that are going through his mind about Alonzo. He's probably just jealous because Alonzo is the second best looking twink in this place and Erik is the most handsome man here."

"No, he's not, sir," I said. "Erik is handsome, but he's not as handsome as you are."

I pulled his hand down to my crotch so he could feel how hard as I was. He responded by pulling me back against his own erection that was pressing into my butt through his clothes and mine. "Do you want me inside you?" he whispered.

"Yes sir," I said, pressing my butt against him.

"Your pretty little hole has to wait," he whispered. "Do you want to dance some more, now that you know the others weren't laughing at you?"

I stiffened and replied quickly, "No sir!"

Then I whispered, "I'm sorry that I'm such a bundle of neuroses, sir. And I'm sorry that I didn't try the snail you were trying to feed me, and that I'm so picky about everything."

He continued to hold me tight, and he said, "I love you for your neuroses, Little Prince. They mean that you need me. I'm just worried that you won't want to be with me anymore once you get over them."

I started to reply, but he kissed me to keep me quiet and then said, "And I think it's cute that you're a little fussy and that you haven't tried a lot of things. It gives me a chance to introduce you to new foods and new experiences. And I'm going to keep trying to get you to try new things even when you resist me. I won't force you, but eventually you will give in and do what I want you to. We both know it, and that is the hottest thing ever."

I was in a better mood now. "You're trying to dominate me, sir," I said in mock outrage.

He pinched both my nipples, making my cock jump. "I am dominating you, Little Prince, and you love it," he said.

He was right. I think I'd always wanted a man who would take charge. Sally had told me that I was Jason's uke and he was my seme. I had to look the words up, but I thought she was right. I could sit for hours on Jason's lap and do nothing other than enjoy him touching me, even in a non-sexual way. When he mentioned me changing my major, I thought that it didn't matter because my dreams now were about being with Jason and taking care of him, like he was my husband, and I was his ... luantong. That's what he called it.

Erik

We danced for an hour or so. I eventually became less self-conscious about looking bad on the dance floor. It was when I let go and decided it wasn't about me when we were dancing, it was about Alonzo. I could have stood there like a maypole and let Alonzo dance around me. He was so fucking sexy that I wanted to grab him and fuck him in the middle of the dance floor, especially when he smiled at me. I didn't think there had ever been a more beautiful smile in the history of the world. It made my heart leap and my stomach twist into knots. I restrained myself from grabbing him and kissing him because Jason and I had decided that this weekend was about the boys, and I thought Alonzo loved dancing even more than kissing or making love.

There was a guy with a funny hat who kept looking past his date to stare at us. I knew that he was looking daggers at me. If he could have pushed me down the stairs to get at Alonzo he would have, but this beautiful twink was mine. I'd almost driven him away with my abuse and insanity, but I thought we'd gotten past it. I would have loved him if I had to treat him like a fragile princess, like Jason did with Kieran, but all I wanted to do was grab him forcefully and do dirty things to him. I was lucky that this was what he wanted too. His face was so pretty and sweet, and he had the voice of an angel, but his body spoke dirty to me with every movement.

I wanted to beat the crap out of every guy who looked at him, but I also wanted them to see him and know that they couldn't have him. It was a sickness inside me, but I couldn't help it. He could have anyone on campus. Hungry eyes followed him everywhere he went. He wasn't oblivious to it like Kieran; he knew it and ignored it. I couldn't believe that he'd chosen an uncoordinated giant like me. I felt tears coming to my eyes but held them back. I used to think that being a top meant being in control all the time and never showing any vulnerability, but I could be vulnerable in front of Alonzo, and he wouldn't think worse of me. And when I let the boy take charge, he still made me feel like a man.

Some of the folks on the dance floor weren't happy sharing it with a couple of homos, but what were they going to do? I was six foot five and most of them we afraid of me. And a lot of them were probably secretly wishing they were me. Alonzo was prettier than their own dates. He was the perfect size and build, which was probably why Kieran had made himself shrink to the same size. Now the two of them were like bookends, five foot four and slender with long hair and beautiful faces. The fact that Alonzo was dark, and Kieran was light was the most obvious physical difference.

Alonzo took my hand and said, "This has been awesome, the best night ever. But we can go now. I want to make sure Kieran is okay."

I swept him off his feet and carried him over to the tables. And he was giggling and smiling at me. Alonzo wasn't afraid of looking girly in public. He was very secure in his own sexuality, and he made me more secure in my own.

Alonzo

When we got the table, I punched Erik playfully on the chest and demanded he put me down, then I wrapped my arms around Kieran. He was sitting on Jason's lap, so my face was close enough to get a good whiff of Jason's scent. He always smelled good.

I gave KIeran a quick peck on the lips and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes," he said with a smile. "I liked watching you dance more than I liked doing it myself."

I pushed onto Jason's lap next to Kieran, straddling his other knee. We started chatting about the other dances while Jason and Erik decided our next move. "Come on boys," Erik said. "I'm going to take you back to the room while Jason takes care of something at the desk."

He took both our hands and pulled us to our feet. Then he wrapped one arm around each of us and walked us to the elevator. I stood on tiptoes and kissed his chin, so he picked me up with one arm. Seeing Kieran standing alone, Erik grabbed him with the other arm and carried us to our suite. I had to reach into his shirt pocket and take out the key card. We fumbled around a bit with the door because Erik wouldn't put either of us down to open it.

We were laughing when we got into the room and Erik pretended to collapse onto the couch, with both of us on top of him. He kissed me on the lips and Kieran on the forehead and then said, "Don't forget to get naked, boys. This hotel room is our home for as long as we're here."

I took Kieran's hand and ran over to plug my phone into the TV to play some music. To keep with tonight's theme, I put on I Love the Night Life and made Kieran dance with me as we took our clothes, off. We still had our pants, shirts, and underwear on when Jason got back to the room. I managed to get Kieran laughing. Apparently he didn't mind dancing when it wasn't in public. Since both our men were here, we started undressing each other. Jason went to the couch and sat next to Erik so they could both enjoy the show. We threw our shirts at the guys and then started working our pants down over our hips. The guys were giving us wolf whistles at that point.

When we started teasing them by pulling our underwear down slowly, Erik called out, "Lap dance!" and patted his lap. So, we straddled our guys while still wearing our underwear. They took over from there and worked them down, slowly revealing our hard little erections. Soon we were naked, grinding on their laps in what I call cow_boy_ position.

We were both laughing, then Kieran said, "I feel so dirty doing this."

I leaned over and kissed him. "Sometimes it's good to be a little dirty, Kieran. Go with it."

Erik and Jason seemed to agree. They pulled us close and started kissing us aggressively. I could feel Erik nibbling on my hard nipples, and I squealed, "Ay papi, mordiscame las tetillas!"

I could Kieran saying, "I need to get clean first, sir!" and I noticed that Jason's fingers were poking at his hole.

Jason said, "It can wait, little prince. Don't worry your pretty head about it. I know exactly how my potions work."

The agitation that had been building in him seemed to give way and he collapsed against Jason's chest and started moaning. Erik stood up while still holding me and shifted the coffee table out of the way with his shins. Then he laid me down on the soft carpet and began taking off his own jacket.

Jason laid Kieran down next to me and then motioned for Erik to stop. They pushed the couch back out of the way and then they started to strip for us. Kieran and I greedily grabbed each article of clothing when they threw them at us. We inhaled their scents and then set the item aside. We had an excellent view as our two men slowly bared it all for our starry eyes.

Then they lay down with us and began to kiss our faces and bodies. Both our guys were able to play our bodies like musical instruments. You would have thought they had practiced their moves given the way they kept in sync. Soon they had their tongues in our holes and we were moaning loudly and writhing on the carpet. Kieran and I held hands while our guys took us to the edge with their skilled licking and probing. It was the ultimate bonding experience for two twink bottoms like us.

When they finally entered us, we didn't last long and neither did they. But we settled down to make out on the floor for a while until the men got hard again. They fucked us longer the second time, and even longer the third. Once we were exhausted, Jason got up and mixed our tea and evening medicinals. while he was doing it, Erik said, "Okay boys, get this room straightened up. Don't worry about the furniture, but the clothes and other stuff."

We jumped up and started tidying the mess. It wasn't bad, mostly just our clothes. Once we were done, Jason sent us one at a time to the bathroom to handle our evening preparations. Then Erik scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. "It's time for me to take this little twink to bed," he said, "before he turns into a pumpkin, and I have to eat him again."

He smacked my butt, and I gave him a wiggle. Then he carried me squealing into our bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. We had enough time, and barely enough energy, for another round by ourselves. "Thank you for being a little restrained tonight in front of Kieran," he said. "He's still a little skittish. If you'd asked me to smack you around or call you a bitch, he would have freaked out and started crying," he said as we cuddled in post-coital bliss.

I hit him a little harder than could be considered playful. "Stop it, Erik," I demanded. "Kieran is a sweet guy, and I would never do anything to upset him. After what he went through, it's a wonder he made it through the whole night. He was violently assaulted after the last dance he went to. If he saw you smack me around, even a little, he'd go catatonic again. I'm going to help him get through it."

I snuggled up next to him and he pulled me onto his chest and held he there. "You're a sweet guy, Alonzo," he said. "I'm just picking on Kieran because he's so different from you. I'd never do it where he could hear me. I wouldn't ever want to hurt him either. But I forget that you're overprotective of him."

He held me there until I fell asleep.

Kieran

After Erik carried Alonzo into their bedroom, I stood there looking at Jason. He picked up and a bag and then led me into our bedroom. He turned down the sheets and helped me into the bed. The he opened the bag and took out the stuffed bear from the gift shop. He put it in my arms and then leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Look at the bear," he said.

I turned it over. On the red satin heart, he'd had the words "Jason and Kieran Lee" embroidered on it, surrounded by a banner. "It's not too much, or too forward, I hope," Jason said. "I copied it from that picture you didn't want me to see in your sketchbook."

I hugged the bear to my chest and looked up at Jason. He slid in nest to me. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it, sir," I said. My eyes were getting teary again. Then I whispered, "And I love you, too. This is the best thing ever, the best gift ever."

He brushed my hair back from my eyes. "Better than the new computer, or the art supplies, or the new phone?" he asked.

"Better than any of them, sir," I said. "It says that I'm yours, and that's what I want more than anything else."

He wrapped his arms around me. The he kissed my lips and said, "You are mine, Kieran. I'm going to tell you something that has been bothering me for a week. When I first met you, all I wanted was to get you in bed. I had a plan to use you, and not necessarily in a kind way. I was going to break you and make you my sexual servant."

I wasn't feeling well. This explained some of the things from our first few days. He'd been so domineering, without the love and kindness he showed later. "What made you change your mind, sir?" I asked sadly. "I mean, you did change your mind, didn't you?"

He sighed and stroked my hair. "It started to change the first time you smiled at me. By Saturday evening, when we were together with Erik and Alonzo, I realized that I felt more for you than I'd realized. The next morning, when I kissed you awake, I knew that I loved you. And when we danced together Sunday night, that's when I knew that you were the one for me, but I wasn't sure how you felt about me. When you were attacked, I stayed up all night. My emotions went form sadness to anger. I went from crying to wanting to kill Kyle. I almost went to do it. I told Sebastian that I was going to do it."

"Why didn't you, sir," I asked. I wasn't so sad anymore, but I couldn't tell what I was feeling.

"I couldn't leave you," he said, "not for a minute. I held you all night. And I held you all night every night you had an episode. And the more I held you, the more I loved you, the more I came to know that I don't want to be without you."

I could tell he was waiting for me to respond, but I didn't know how to put it into words. Then I burst out crying. He must have thought that I was crying because of what he'd said. I was, but not the part about wanting to just use me.

"I'm sorry to have hurt you," he said. "I try to keep bad things from you. I didn't want you to ever know my secret, but you deserve the truth and I only hope that I can earn your love back."

I was sobbing. "You never lost my love, Jason," I cried. "I don't care about any of that. Even if you did just want to use me, I think I would still love you."

"No lies anymore," Jason said as he pulled me tight against him. "I love you, and I want you as my luantong. We can worry about mundane rules and niceties later. Right now, you're mine, and I'm yours if you want me."

"I do," I mumbled into his firm chest. "I do."

He held me tight, hugging me until I fell asleep in his arms. I kept thinking how I'd said "I do" repeatedly. And I remembered how he'd told me that he used luantong to mean "boy wife". I wanted to be his luantong; I wanted it more than anything. I felt like it was my destiny to be with him, to be his obedient boy.

College Magic Cycle Characters (Readers' Version)

This list includes all the named characters introduced in the story so far. The list may contain spoilers for the story you are reading. If you want to avoid the spoilers, don't read about new characters in this chapter.

Major Characters

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

·        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

·        Aidan Stringer. A freshman staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man.

·        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 James McManus.

·        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.

·        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.

·        Edgar Krause. A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate.

·        Edward Mason. Kyle's 31-year-old brother.

·        Elijah Jackson. 24-year-old graduate student in history. He's 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighs 270 pounds of solid muscle. He has dark brown skin, strong African features, and medium length hair he wears in dreadlocks. He's a mage with a specialty in transmutation. He's also an advisor for student athletes. He was a wrestler as an undergraduate.

·        Gideon Blackburn. A muscular man with dark brown skin, brown eyes and black hair in tight, kinky curls. He's about 30 years old and works as at a waxing salon on the edge of town that takes male clients. It seems popular in the gay, BDSM community. He likes fisting (giving, not receiving), and he's a shifter who turns into a lynx.

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

·        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.

·        James McManus. A fair skinned guy with reddish hair who shares a literature class with Jason and Kieran. He admires Jason's relationship with Kieran and would like to control his own boyfriend Amir the same way.

·        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.

·        Marvin Lichtenberg. A junior mage who still lives in the dorm. He's the mage healer on campus and helps Clarissa with the Pagan Traditions club. He carries an obsidian dagger he uses as a focus for his spells.

·        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.

·        Mordecai Adler. A 50-year-old mage who is a high-ranking member of the custodes and of the American FBI. He's a powerfully built man with dark olive skin tone and black hair that is just beginning to turn gray at the temples.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage, 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 weighs about 180 lbs. He's about 6 feet tall and muscular, with light skin and brown hair. He's a shifter who turns into a lynx. He becomes Kyle's partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that cares about Kyle. Domenic saved him from a were-wolf in his freshman year. He lives off-campus near the woods by a different trailhead from the one used by the were-wolves.

·        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. He's recently confessed to Kyle that he's gay and is afraid to come out of the closet.

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

·        Willie Coombs. A 40-year-old man with dark brown skin and mid-length hair that hangs in dreadlocks. He's Xav's man at the Wolf House and he works at the Marriott Hotel in the kitchen. He caters breakfast at Xav's house every day.

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