College Magic Cycle

College Magic Cycle: Magery Chapter 2

Introduction

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This story is fantasy, a look at the mages in the College Magic Cycle. Alonzo, Erik, Jason and Kieran have their own storyline in Alchemy and Songcraft.

This cycle includes four storylines. The stories intertwine. They are listed in the College Magic Cycle folder in the suggested reading order.

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·        Several of the stories in the College Magic Cycle deal with transformation. Kieran got smaller, but it's not apparent to those who can't see through the velamen arcanum. Alonzo got smaller, but then he changed reality so that he had always been smaller. He did the same thing to Erik after making him grow from 66 inches to 77 inches. In this storyline, there are two new characters undergoing transformation.

·        There are three story threads in this storyline so far. Others may come and go.

o   Sebastian and Ethan – a love story that deals with beginnings between two men with a seven-year age difference.

o   Nathan and Karim – a love story between a mundane and his supernatural lover.

o   Micah and Remy – a story of voluntary slavery and the deep need a young man has to submit completely to his lover.

·        Other Stories Not in College Magic

o   Jack and the Giant

o   Sacred Submissives

o   Bellus Cinaedus

o   Guardian Angel

Magecraft Chapter 2

Sebastian

I had a room to myself, but my bed was still a twin, so Ethan had slept in my arms all night. He woke up when my watch started vibrating since it was closer to his face than mine. "What time is it?" he asked, sleepily. "It's still dark outside."

"Sorry Ethan," I said. "My business starts early."

I'd wanted to call him jailbait, but I didn't think he would think it was funny. Neither did I really. My body wanted him, but I was going to wait until his birthday, even if it killed me. He stretched and yawned, and I wanted to climb back into that bed with him, but I had a lot to get done before the security meeting Professor Thorne was calling for 11:00 AM.

I tousled his hair and said, "If you can sleep with a light on, go back to sleep while I get ready for the day, then we'll figure out a plan for today."

He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. The sheet pulled back exposing his slender but muscular legs. I turned all the lights off but a dim lamp on the chest of drawers, then I grabbed my toiletry bag and rushed into the restroom. It was still steamy. Someone, probably Nico since he didn't sleep much, had just showered. With a wave of my wand and a quick incantation, I cleaned the mirror. I decided to use magic to shave and clean my teeth, since I wanted to save time for a leisurely shower. I ran my tongue over my teeth and nodded to myself. One of the most readily noticeable things about wearing the Serapis amulet is that it prevented harmful bacteria, including those that caused bad breath or sour BO.

I turned the shower to a gentle warm spray and washed quickly. Then I sat back on the built-in seat on the back wall and stroked my hard cock. I closed my eyes and visions of Ethan in his briefs popped into my mind. I let my mind wander back to the carriage ride through Central Park yesterday. I was kissing the boy and running my hand over his body through his clothes. That much had happened in reality. But then my imagination took over and I lifted his muscle shirt off his slender chest and threw it out of the carriage. I saw his tiny hard nipples and I licked them, hearing the boy moan on my lap. Then I bit them gently and his moans turned to groans of pleasure.

While I was devouring his little nipples, I undid his shorts and slid my hand into the back, rubbing his little hole through the threadbare briefs he was wearing. "Please fuck me, Sebastian," he cried.

I turned him sideways on my lap and pulled his shorts off. I threw them out of the carriage, and I heard a cheer. We'd stopped and a crowd was gathered around, peering into the carriage to see me making out with this beautiful boy. "Do it Sebastian!" the crowd yelled. "That boy's begging to get fucked. Take his cherry!"

I agreed that no boy this pretty should remain a virgin. I ran a finger down the signa tempestuosa that curled around his nipples and down toward his navel. They ran inside his briefs. I let my fingers play over his small erection tenting the worn material of his briefs. "Please fuck me now, Sebastian!" he cried. "I want you to make me a man."

I ripped his briefs off his slender body and threw them to the shouting crowd. I could hear them yelling their encouragement. Ethan's small cock was rock hard and throbbing. It was surrounded by a neatly tamed bush of golden curls. When I tickled his scrotum, he squealed in pleasure. I could feel his small and sensitive balls in the silky-smooth sack.

It was a fantasy, so it didn't have to make sense. I was naked and Ethan was running his small hands over my cock, and I could barely hold back. I turned him around so that he was leaning over the back of the driver's seat. I parted his buttocks and beheld his hairless boy hole. I imagined that it was tight and pink, a perfect rosebud waiting for my attentions. I dove in and licked it aoftly with my teasing tongue. "That feels so good, Sebastian," he cried. "Get me ready and take me roughly. Don't be gentle with me. I want to feel you ruining my hole!"

I tongued his ass until he relaxed and opened for me. Then I turned him around so that he was straddling my naked legs. I pulled him down on my cock and saw his eyes open wide. His mouth made a beautiful little `O' of pleasure. He wanted it rough, so I pulled him down on me in one motion until I was buried in the silky smoothness of his love tunnel. He was crying and shouting "Yes! Fuck me harder!" at the top of his lungs.

I fucked him until I shot deep inside him. His own little cock was spilling its seed on both of us. His hair was standing on end and lightning was flashing in the sky. With a final stroke, I went over the edge and spewed cum all over the shower. I was breathing hard, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I cleaned myself up and then got out of the shower, dried off and put on my robe.

Ethan was still sleeping when I came back into the room. I got dressed without waking him and finished my preparations for the day. Then I sat down on the side of the bed and put my hand on his bare shoulder. He woke, rolled over, and looked up at me. I bent down and kissed his pouty lips.

"Good morning," he said, with a smile. The sky was light outside the window now. "I like waking up like this."

I kissed him again. "Like this?" I asked, "or like this." I smacked his butt, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to show him I meant it. "I'm a really harsh taskmaster, you know. If you sleep in my bed, I'll make you get up early, even if I must spank your butt to do it."

He sat up. "Does this mean I can sleep in your bed?" he asked with a grin. "Last night was perfect. Usually I don't sleep well, but there were no bad dreams. I could hear your heart beating, even in my sleep."

I'd only been teasing him, but he was so earnest that it moved me. Did I want him in my bed at night? Of course, I did. But how could I hold back and stay true to my promise to wait until he was an adult before fucking him? In the end, my decision was probably driven by selfishness. I wanted to wait; I was going to wait; but I didn't want someone else to snap him up before then.

"Let's see how it works out," I said. "We'll try it and see, but I wasn't joking about being a harsh taskmaster. I'm worried about someone your age being in college without supervision. I'm going to watch over you, and you're going to follow my instructions. Can you accept those conditions?"

"Yes," he said, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Yes sir! I think I need that. I've been a mess this year so far. I haven't done any homework. I'm behind in everything. I've spent the whole week hiding from werewolves. And I didn't know who they were, so I've basically been hiding from everyone."

I couldn't let him move in with me. There was too much important business that I had to conduct that he couldn't be privy to. But I could let him sleep here with me. Micah was always in this friends' room, so Ethan's room would sit empty.

"So, let's get you dressed and plan your day over breakfast," I said.

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After we ate, I sat him down in his room with Micah Blume. "You boys are both behind in your studies," I said. "You need to stay here and finish your homework from last week. It's a three-day weekend, so I expect you to get at least a third done this morning."

"Yes sir," Ethan said.

But Micah cleared his throat and said hesitantly, "Sir, I'm eighteen years old and an adult. I can arrange my own schedule."

He didn't seem sure of himself, like he was trying on a persona of an independent adult. His school work was almost as much of a mess as Ethan's. I pulled out a letter and began to read it.

Mr. Trent,

I'm sorry to bother you and I understand that you are very busy this year, but my son Micah Blume hasn't yet reached a level of maturity necessary to be successful in college without supervision. Is there some way we can arrange for you to look after him and make sure that he completes work on time and studies for his tests? I am prepared to deposit his weekly allowance in your account so that you can withhold his money unless he is caught up in his classes. Perhaps the threat of penury will be enough to control his own self-destructive impulses.

"Do I need to read more, Micah, or is this enough?" I asked. "The letter goes on to list how you came close to failing at the Academy, and she offers me a stipend for assuming responsibility."

Micah seemed shocked. His darkly handsome face fell, and he looked like a little boy who'd been caught misbehaving. "Did you accept her offer," he asked in turn.

"Yes I did," I said, "I felt like I had to. I have no desire to treat you like a child. If you show me you can handle yourself, I won't have to interfere much. But we will make a study and homework schedule and you will stick to it. I want you to work with Ethan, but you can bring Cameron and Oliver in to work with you as well."

"Yes sir," Micah replied. "I can handle it. Thank you, I guess. Not everyone would be so relaxed about it once given that kind of power."

There was something in the boy's eyes, a hunger. They were glazed and dilated, like he was enjoying the idea of being under my control. I shifted my vision so that I could see his aura. As I suspected he was nearly 100% gay. Meanwhile, Ethan was about 75%. But while the strands showing sexuality in Ethan's aura showed a surface layer of submissiveness, the kind that usually fades a little with maturity, Micah's submissiveness was deeply rooted in the core of his aura, much like Kieran's. Ethan would likely grown into a mildly submissive gay man as an adult, while Micah would likely need a man to take charge of his life. Clarissa would say that it wasn't my business, but I knew that I would be looking for a good dominant match for him, otherwise he'd find someone who would take advantage of him.

The most surprising thing about seeing the two boys next to each other was the difference in their numina reservoirs. Micah's was on the low range of average. He'd make a competent mage, but not an outstanding one, no matter how hard he worked. Ethan on the other hand had deep reservoirs, almost as deep as my own, about the same as Jason. Of course, none of us came close to Alonzo's reservoirs, not even Professor Thorne, Clarissa, and me. I would love to get that boy next to my grandmother and see how they compared. She was the most powerful mage I knew.

"Good," I said, breaking my reverie. "Don't let anyone in the room unless you know who it is."

Then I hung a small mirror on the door and activated it for the boys. "Touch it with a wand and it will let you see who is on the other side," I said. "Ethan, it should work with your fingertip. Your air spirit makes you a rogue mage and you should be able to work the mirror without an implement."

I made them both show me that they could use it, then made Ethan promise to wait for me before going to lunch. "Don't leave the room, Ethan," I said, "unless you're with Micah. And Micah, I'm warning you that there may be vesipelles lupini watching him."

I could see Micah's eyes grow large. For whatever reason, the boy was terrified of werewolves. "It will be fine," he said. "If we go out, it'll be all four of us."

He gave Ethan a hug and said, "If there are werewolves after you, stay with us. We might not be able to fight them off, but they'd be afraid one of us would get a message out, so they won't attack us in the first place."

I kissed Ethan again before leaving. I felt guilty for thinking that spending time with Micah would probably mean that Ethan wouldn't let Drew get to him before I could. It's not like Drew was a predator, but he liked pretty youngs things as much as I did, but he didn't get serious about them. He played around, but always went back to Dawn. At least he had since Zeno graduated last year.

Micah

At first I was angry when Sebastian roped me into babysitting the new boy, but then I saw how cute he was. Fact is that Cameron, Oliver, and I could use a fourth. We had Chaim Mizrahi back at the Academy, but he stayed there to complete advanced sorcery work instead of seeking a degree for the mundane world. But that was the way with the Mizrahi's. Most of them lived in hidden magical communities and pretended the mundane world didn't exist.

I should have known my mother would try something like this. She'd found a way to control me even when I was five hundred miles away. She did the same thing to Dad; only my sisters and one of my brothers were able to avoid her micromanaging. And it had seemed to me that Jonathon had only only escaped from mother's clutches to fall into his twin brother's control.

At least she'd found a sexy guy to watch over me instead an old woman like that Mrs. Penrose she'd set on me at the Academy. When Sebastian put me under his thumb like he had, I got hard. Of course, he was watching Ethan, not me. I was jealous, but then I thought maybe we can both service him one night. He worked hard for us, and he deserved it.

It was just a fantasy, but it was a good one. Of course, Sebastian was too young to make it perfect, but he had a lot of power for one so young, not just magical power, but the power of the Conclave. He worked directly for Professor Thorne, and she was the Mage-Dirigent. It was like he was an assistant dirigent himself.

In a little while Cameron and Oliver came in and decided to stay in and work on homework since I was stuck here. Ethan was at his desk, and I was at mine. Cameron and Oliver were lying next to one another on the bed, but they kept eyeing Ethan. I knew they were thinking the same thing I'd been thinking earlier. Then the subject of werewolves came up.

"Don't worry," Cameron said. "We'll protect you from the werewolves. We aren't afraid of them, except for Micah; he's terrified of werewolves, won't go near them."

"Except for the Wolf Daddy," Oliver said. "Micah gets hard every time big bad Wolf Daddy growls at him."

Not for the first time, I wished that Oliver had a filter between his mind and his mouth. I didn't like to talk about my former roommate Darren. I had no idea how to process my feelings about him. He wasn't handsome like Sebastian or Jason. (I'd never talked to Jason, but I'd seen him, and I spent a lot of time masturbating while thinking about him. Every time I saw him with Kieran I wished it was me under his arm. I could be just as submissive as that redhead given half a chance.)

Darren of course was my old roommate, the werewolf the three of us called Wolf Daddy. He scared me, but everything about him made me horny. He looked like a man, and he smelled like a man. And when he growled, I didn't just get hard; I almost came in my pants. I would have thrown myself at him in a moment, except that I didn't want to catch the disease. I didn't want to be a werewolf. I'd been relieved to get out of his room.

Ethan sighed and said, "Drew wasn't scary. He was a perfect gentleman, and he never even threatened me. He could have bitten me any time Thursday night, and he didn't."

"You slept with the head werewolf?" Oliver asked. "Did he have a cock like a human, or like a wolf? Did he change while you were doing it?"

Ethan was flustered. "I didn't sleep with him," he said. "Well, I did sleep with him, but that's all I did. I woke up screaming and he held me all night and didn't try anything."

"Leave it, Oliver," I said. "Don't freak him out with all the questions."

"I was just wondering what it was like to get fucked by a werewolf," Oliver said. "You didn't follow through with Darren, so I just wanted to ask someone else who knew."

I gave him a look and said, "It's not like Ethan makes a habit of sleeping with werewolves."

I saw him blush, and so did Cameron. Fortunately Oliver didn't. Unfortunately, Cameron was too curious to let it be. "What other werewolves have you been sleeping with?" he asked. "Please tell me it was Darren, or that redhead Conor. He seems nice enough not to bite anyone. Oh, oh, oh, was it the guy who howls at the moon? He's got a sexy beard."

"It was Simon," Ethan said. "We didn't sleep but he ... um ... sucked my dick."

The guys went crazy over this news. "Dude, you are awesome!" Cameron exclaimed. "You got one of the werewolves to suck your dick."

"And Simon's an alpha," Oliver said. "You got your dick sucked by an alpha wolf!"

Ethan was blushing a deeper shade of red. "Leave him alone guys," I said. "It's Ethan's business. Don't get jealous."

Sebastian

It took some doing, and Jason wasn't pleased about delaying his lover's getaway weekend with Kieran, but I convinced him that we needed him at the council meeting. I'd advocated for his presence with Professor Thorne, and she'd agreed. His credentials as an alchemist really were indispensable. Sometimes alchemy could do things that spellcraft couldn't. He had ways of indirectly attacking people who were protected by lotions made with moly. Finally, I pointed out that he was taking Erik and Alonzo on his trip and that Alonzo wouldn't finish with his mage training until just before 11:00 anyway.

To make sure he got to the meeting, I picked him up at his room and walked with him. He was one of the most doggedly apolitical mages I'd ever met. His father, his mother and his aunt played the political game in the Conclave; it was just him. Even his siblings knew how to play the game, but Jason tried to stay above it all.

"We're going to need you on this one Jason," I said as we approached the history building. "This is going to get more dangerous before it's done. Think of Kieran and Erik. They're vulnerable and have no way to fight back."

"Don't underestimate Erik," Jason replied. "He's naturally tough. Did you know that he was boxing champ back in high school? Did you know that his natural toughness has been permanently enhanced by that curse of Alonzo's?"

"No I didn't," I said. "How do you know?"

"What kind of alchemist would I be if I didn't regularly check my clients for magical effects before giving them potions?" he asked. "He's big, but he's even stronger than he looks. And he's faster than he was. And I no longer give him a treatment to ward off disease. According to my tests, he doesn't need it. I think he heals faster, too."

I was impressed. "And that's the aftereffects of the curse?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

Jason thought for a moment then breathed a heavy sigh. "Have Marvin verify it," he said. "He's a healer. He should be able to tell the cause. I can just tell the effects. I put a bug in his ear about learning some weapon skills. He'll make a good Defensor for the school. You should tell Professor Thorne to put him on the payroll. He'll help anyway, but he should be on retainer for when he's needed. It's only fair."

I shook my head. "I don't think I can swing that," I said. "She's tight with money and the Conclave hasn't given us the budget we need. A good Defensor would be worth at least $40,000 a year."

He said, "Let me talk to my mother. If I can convince her to donate money for the position, can you make sure Erik gets it. He won't let me pay for trips and dinners and such without sharing the expenses, and he's going to blow through all his savings quickly. And ... I can't be sure ... it's too faint for me to read it with certainty, but I think I've seen indications of a hint of donum arcanum in him. It may have been aroused by the curse."

Another thing for my agenda. I'd have to go over his aura with a fine-tooth comb looking for irregularities or changes. And Jason was right. I needed to work with Marvin to be sure. If Erik had even a glimmer of an arcanum, he would need to be tested and sworn to the Conclave and the Concordium. Would Jason's mother donate enough to cover a salary for Erik? I knew they had money, so that wasn't a problem. But it made me jealous. My grandmother was probably as rich as the Lees, but I could never convince her to donate just so my friend could have an income. Jason's parents seemed to give him anything he wanted. I guessed my mother probably would too, but not my dad or grandmother.

We were meeting in the conference room for the history department staff. Nico caught up with us on the way. He was angry about leaving Kyle with Elijah until noon, but he'd agreed to come once I pointed out that we wouldn't be able to face down the hunters without fey support. I'd exaggerated, but his help would be welcome.

When we got there, Professor Thorne was sitting at the head of the table, with Clarissa at her left. She motioned for me to take the seat at the end of the table, opposite her. It was clear that she was trying to control both ends of the table, a psychological power play, but Nico saw her gesture before me, and he smiled at her and took the seat. I went to sit on the professor's right with Jason to my right.

When Drew showed up, he brought a large group with him. I was surprised to see Zeno was there. He'd missed the beginning of the school year and he wouldn't be able to start graduate work this semester, not after he missed a whole week, plus all the orientations for the grad students. Someone else had already been chosen to do his TA work. He was in the communications department like me, so I knew all about the kerfuffle when his sister brought word he wouldn't be here on time. He was lucky that I'd saved his butt form losing his stipend.

I'd had to enthrall professor Kamulchek last year because she'd seen some things she shouldn't have. She hadn't tried to seduce me, so I'd been forced to use a different seal for the spell. So long as she didn't refrain from coffee for a month, she'd remain enthralled. The way she drank coffee that wouldn't be a problem. Since she was the head of the communications department, I had her delay his start date – and I'd preserved his stipend for next semester.

Dawn and Meghan sat between Jason and Nico, while Zeno, Drew and Xav took the places between Clarissa and Nico. Zeno looked good, as always, with his dark hair and Mediterranean features. He'd supported himself as an undergraduate by dancing at the Blue Room and I had slipped more than my fair share of bills into his G-string. I knew that he and Dawn were brother and sister, and I had no idea what the exact relationship was between the siblings and Drew, only that Drew seemed to be boyfriend to both Zeno and Dawn. And Xav was ... Xav. He sat quietly in his cutoff jeans shorts and t-shirt and managed to radiate as much power as Dr. Thorne. I wasn't as familiar with Meghan, but I'd heard she was an excellent fighter, and I knew she was one of the female alphas in the Severan Pack. Her aura seemed powerful and a little dangerous.

The tension in the room was palpable, and it was Professor Thorne who broke it. She stood up and tapped her wand and chanted, "In nominibus numinum magnorum quattuor partum orbis mundi, cambra scuto arcano defendatur; invoco genios terrae; invoco genios aquae; invoco genios ignis; invoco genios aeris."

As she invoked the guardian spirits of the elements, candles flared to life in the corners of the room and the space seemed enclosed, separated from the mundane world. I watched the faces of the others in the room. The mages all recognized a simple warding ritual. The versipelles all looked to Xav and seemed reassured by his nod. Nico sat stoically. I knew that he respected the power of the spirit talker almost as much as the versipelles did.

"Now that we have been properly warded," Professor Thorne said, "let us make introductions. I am Sybil Thorne, and as some of you know, I am the representative of the Conclave here in Severan, not an official Dirigent, just holding down the position until the Conclave chooses someone. My right and left hands are Sebastian Trent and Clarissa Spencer. I have asked Jason Lee to join us as the only alchemist in town who is fully licensed and accredited, and Domenic Chase who may be able to provide a fey perspective on the issues at hand."

Then she gestured at Drew who stood and began to speak in his less formal style. "I'm Andrew Janowski, better known as Drew, and I'm the leader of the pack here in Severan. Sitting with me are Xavier Janowski, the spirit talker of our pack, and Zeno Schiller who holds responsibility for the members of the pack who live in town. Across from me sit Dawn Schiller, the leader of the females of the pack and Meghan Connelly, who is responsible for pack security."

"Thank you," Professor Thorne said. "I have called this meeting so that we can share information about the threat that seems to be hanging over us all. I hope that we can work together to provide a united front against this and other threats that may arise. I would like to hold regular meetings of this committee, either weekly or biweekly so that we can continue to coordinate our actions and provide safety for all our people."

Then everyone took turns sharing information. I made a mental summary of the incidents that had prompted this meeting, most of which I already knew. A group of hunters had gone to great effort to ambush the Severan Pack during their sacred hunt of the blood moon. They'd come onto campus, and they'd abducted a mundane student, Simon, to use as bait to lure the versipelles into a trap. That group of hunters had been well-prepared, but none of them had escaped. The pack had seen to that.

Jason spoke to the second incident, when a man laid hands on his boy Kieran and he used an alchemical weapon of his own creation to teach him a lesson, a combination of blinding powder and glossal engorgement. He and I had surmised that man had likely been a distraction and that another watcher had been observing to see what would happen. Our investigations showed that the man was neither enrolled nor employed by the college.

Then Jason went on to tell of the agents of the fanatical anti-mage group X22:18 who were using local hate groups as stalking horses to find the mages in town. He confessed that he and Darren had dispatched several agents of this group last night but had been unable to find their superiors.

Then Nico told of the assault upon him by men inside the dorm itself. They had known of his fey nature, and they'd taken time to find one of his footprints and drive an iron nail through it to immobilize him. Even restrained, he'd been able to defeat the two, although one of them got away.

Zeno was the last to share. He told how he had been following a trail of destroyed werewolf safehouses and redoubts, with few survivors in each. His last stop had been Middlebourne West Virginia, where he'd found a handful survivors and brought them back to Severan. He confessed that the inside information the hunters had access to had made him suspect mage involvement at first, but then he's tasted vampire blood in the system of one of the hunters he's killed.

This last incident got everyone talking over one another. The werewolves and the vampires had been fighting a brutal battle for decades here in North America. None of the werewolves brought up that the packs had been allied with the Conclave until the mage government of the United States had signed the Treaty of Richmond right after the Millennium Uprising, making an independent peace with the Blood Courts so they could work on tracking down the last of the Millennium cultists. But the presence of some agents with X22:18 tattoos working closely with agents hopped up on vampire blood made everyone think that the Blood Courts were preparing some new assault, whether covert or open against both their chief rivals.

After discussing the problem, everyone agreed to work on solutions to the problem and to coordinate their efforts. It was agreed that the full committee would meet every other weekend, but that a smaller committee would meet twice a week.

As we were leaving, I cornered Jason. "The professor is going to want you on the committee," I said. "If you want to avoid the semi-weekly meetings, you're going to have to be willing to take direction from me."

"I don't have time to meet twice a week," he said. "I'm going to be producing a lot of alchemical weapons. I have Kieran to protect, as well as Erik and Alonzo. And I hate politics, so I have no choice except to trust you, but I won't fall in line with any decision that leaves my own people exposed."

"I get it, Jason," I replied. "I'll try to find you some space where you can work more efficiently. We're not really set up for this yet. But if they're protected by moly unguents, we're going to need weapons that can get past that."

"And this is why alchemy is more powerful than spellcraft in most battles," he said. "I'll need some assistants who can follow an alchemical formulation exactly. Any graduate of the academy who earned a certificate in alchemy after my aunt took over the position should be good. Older mages who earned a summa excellentia on their certificate should also work."

I just smiled and told him that I'd do what I could. The arrogant prick had just implied that anyone who'd studied under the old alchemy master was likely to be incompetent unless they'd earned the highest certification. The thing that really pissed me off was that he was more or less correct. The addition of Ms. Miranda Di Canzio (the aunt in question) to the staff had changed the alchemical instruction at the Academy in numerous ways and made it the equivalent to professional degree. When I'd started, all we were doing was making alchemical soaps and basic candle crafting. I was one of the few who didn't start out with Ms. Di Canzio who earned an alchemy certificate, and I'd barely squeaked by with a certificatum ordinaris in the field. I'd try to find him someone. The healers were all going to be busy with other matters.

I went back to my room and put my stuff away. It was time for me to make sure that Ethan got some lunch. I pulled out my tabulum arcanum. It looked like a leatherbound royal octavo journal, about ten inches by six and a half inches. Inside was a series of pages. In the front was all my personal information that I wanted to share, with a list in bullet points with various items listed. I used the wand shaped stylus attached to the book to choose the point that said calendar, and the pages flipped to calendar. When I touched today's date, the page flipped to another calendar with an hourly view. I used the wand to rearrange the scheduled events so that I would have some time to spend with the boy.

Then I went back to the front page and noticed that I had some new conversations. I went to those pages and read the messages. My mother had sent me a message saying she was sorry she hadn't seen me yesterday when I was at the house, and that she hoped to be introduced to the handsome blond boy I'd brought with me. That was her normal way of reminding me that we haven't spoken in a while.

I loved the tabulum arcanum and it was worth the somewhat outrageous cost charged by the Manos Company. Mine would even allow me to send video messages and could be used to like a Speculum Arcanum to communicate with other mages.

I had some short comments from friends, checking up on me and inviting me to some events that I wouldn't have time for given that I was working and most of them were enjoying gap years that I knew would stretch into indefinite indolence. Many of them were wealthy and lazy. One of my female friends was dating a Russian mage and spent a lot of time talking about him. One of my male friends had spent a sex-filled weekend with an extraordinarily handsome prince from the UAE. Like me he usually preferred mundane partners. He included some graphic pictures, porn really. Judging from the look in the prince's eyes he was either stoned or charmed.

I shook my head and reminded myself that I was glad my parents expected me and my siblings to do something with our lives. Many of my Academy friends lacked ambition for anything other than the hedonism money and magical power could bring. Sometimes I understood why the hunters targeted us.

Ethan's door was locked, like I'd asked, so I knocked. I threw an invisibility glamor around myself to see if he would follow instructions. He did not. He tentatively opened the door and looked around. There was no one in the hallway, so I waved my wand and chanted captatur teniis homines irruptabilibus!

Four translucent ribbons flew out of my wand. Only Oliver reacted quickly enough to block the spell. The other three were bound head to toe and could barely move. I pointed my wand at Oliver and chanted mea tuum animum volentia superet!

Oliver turned his wand to cover the other boys. I came in and shut the door. "Textilis arcana dissolveatur," I said, and all the spells ended, including the glamor that had shielded me from their sight. "If I were an enemy, boys, you would all be captives right now," I said. "When I say not to open the door unless you know who's there, I wasn't joking around. We have hunters on the prowl, and you need to follow some basic precautions. And good work with the warding spell, Oliver, but you should have followed up with the dissolutio spell, like I did, or maybe something that would affect the area in front of the door. You must have seen that that was the origination point for the binding spell I used."

Oliver looked at me like I'd just kicked his puppy. I guessed he didn't like to be chastised. "Hunters don't have mages with them," he said sullenly.

I shrugged and said, "Until that one time that they do. What if they're working with vampires?"

"Hunters hate vampires too!" he said. "They'd never work for vampires."

"Unless they were dominated or blood-bound," I replied.

It was Oliver who jumped to the right conclusion. His face lit up with deeper understanding. He was probably the smartest of the twink trio, in addition to being the most socially clueless.

"Are you telling us that the hunters are working with vampires now?" he asked.

I put my wand away and said, "I don't know right now, but I do know that I'd feel terrible if anything happened to any of you because I'd failed to teach you properly. This isn't the Academy; Severan College is not hidden from mundane sight in a warded location. You're interacting with the real world here, and there are dangers you must be aware of."

They seemed mollified, but then Oliver piped up. "Not everyone knows a spell to see through doors. Do you have any more of those scrying mirrors?"

"Not yet," I said. "I'll speak to Professor Thorne about getting some. Now who's up for lunch?"

I hadn't planned on taking all of them, but I felt they needed it. They were all ready. I'd take them to Pappy's Pizza. They had subs and sandwiches as well as pizza. I knew that Oliver was a vegetarian and Micah wasn't supposed to eat pork. I wondered when I'd become Dad to all of them. Last year's freshmen hadn't seemed this young.

Ethan sat in the passenger seat and the twink trio sat in the back. They didn't mind being squeezed together. Once we got to Pappy's, I took their orders and sent them to the video games. One thing young mages loved was video games, especially if they came from an old-fashioned family that didn't have much modern technology at home. And their seven years at the Academy would have been video game free in any event. They looked and acted so much like kids that I worried about the possibility of any of them getting hurt this year. I wondered if Drew felt the same about his own younger pack members. Some of them were as innocent as these boys.

Lunch was good except that I'd planned to sit at a booth and tease Ethan while we ate. I loved the way he blushed when I put my hands on his legs in public. This wasn't the lunch date I had planned, but it was the lunch date I had. Seeing Ethan run around with the twink trio made me feel like a dirty old man even though I was only 24. There was a pair of beardy guys watching the boys a little too closely for my comfort, but I didn't think they were hunters; they looked more like chicken hawks to me. I kept an eye on them until lunch arrived. Everyone had sandwiches except for Oliver who had a small cheese pizza.

During lunch Micah got a strange expression on his face and whispered, "I just got a message from my Uncle Mordecai. He wants me to come and visit him at his house here in town. I need to give him an answer."

"I don't know a Mordecai Blume," I said. "Are you sure it was from him?"

"He's my mom's brother," the boy said. "His name is Mordecai Adler, and ...."

"The Mordecai Adler, the custos who brought down Robardin Corbeau during the Millennium Uprising?" I said, visibly impressed. "He's your uncle?"

"Yes sir," Micah said, with some pride. "Mom probably asked him to check up me too." He didn't seem excited about the last statement.

"Tell him that I'll drive you," I said. I was a little giddy myself. I'd had a crush on Mordecai Adler when I was a kid. I was only two years old during the Millennium Uprising, but Mordecai – Mr. Adler, as I'd known him – was a frequent guest at grandmother's house. My dad was also a custos, but he hadn't been in Tyanaport during the Uprising. He'd been hunting opportunistic vampires in the five boroughs. I used to sit on his lap when he came over, but he stopped holding me that way once I turned eleven. Too bad since that was when I would have started appreciating it.

After lunch we all stopped by Mr. Adler's house. He'd purchased a nice house on Cooper Street, one of the old houses built for past college presidents. It was a three-story house made of red brick with an octagonal turret on the front. I parked in the drive, in front of the garage and we all got out of the car. Mr. Adler opened his own door, so he didn't have servants yet. I was standing in front with Micah. Ethan was standing behind me with his hand in my back pocket, making me wonder if he'd ever seen any prison movies.

"Micah," he said, then he held out his hand and added, "Sebastian Trent, haven't you grown up? Come in boys, all of you."

We followed him into a living room with very little furniture in it. He must not have moved in completely yet. "I'm hoping to catch up with my nephew this afternoon, but I am pleased to meet all of you, and to see you again, Sebastian," he said.

We chatted for a little while before I could ask the question that was most on my mind. "So, what brings you to Severan, Mr. Adler," I asked. "If you're buying a house, you must be planning on staying for a while."

"I am," he replied. "I decided to come here after Sybil Thorne's first report on the troubles around here. I think you were the one who wrote the part about the hunters trying to kill the Severan Pack."

"Yes sir," I said. "That issue was taken care of by the pack."

"I'm not questioning your conclusions, son," he said. "Just say that my suspicions were raised last week when I read it, and when I chatted with Sybil last night, she told me of some of the other incidents. I convinced the magistrate in charge of the custodes that we needed a permanent presence. I've been reassigned as an analyst with the FBI right now, so I left a duplicate of myself to cover that end."

"It's a relief to have someone like you in town, sir," I said. "Are you planning on keeping an eye on Micah while you're here as well?"

He laughed with a deep resonant sound that made me feel weak in the stomach. "Don't worry about that, son. Rachel promised you a stipend and you'll get it. I don't have time to watch over his schooling with everything else I've got to do. I'm just here to reconnect with my nephew, and to lend a helping hand if you need me to act as parens in loco parentis for Micah here. That's right boy, you may be eighteen now, but your mother wants me to spank your butt if Sebastian says you're slacking off."

Micah visibly blanched; Cameron giggled; and Oliver muttered under his breath, "Spanking's not a punishment for Micah."

We chatted for a bit more, then we took our leave. Mr. Adler insisted that Micah stay with him tonight, that he'd take him back to school before classes on Monday. The most intriguing thing that came up was Mr. Adler implying that Severan was getting big enough to have its own hermetic lodge. That meant that the Conclave had definite plans for the town. Reading between the lines, I got the impression that he was looking for more property to buy so there would be some available "just in case some more mages decided to move in". It sounded to me like this was a plan, not a contingency.

Micah

Uncle Mordecai always made me feel weak and small. It wasn't just that he was a big man, with a powerful build. It was his personality. It always threatened to overwhelm me. All my siblings said that I was his favorite because he spent a lot of time holding me on his lap when he was over at the house. But I knew that he held Jonathon on his lap sometimes too. When he'd turned eleven, Uncles Mordecai took to sitting Jonathan on his twin brother's lap while David sat next to him on the couch. I'd always thought that was funny since the boys were identical twins.

Once Sebastian, Ethan, Cameron, and Oliver had left, Uncle Mordecai sat down on the divan. I was standing there nervously looking around, until he slapped his leg and said, "Come on, Micah, come sit with me."

There was room to sit next to him, but he pulled me down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. "Merlin's staff, boy," he said, lifting my chin up so that he could look into my eyes. "You're a pretty thing, skinny but not bony. You look a lot like your dad, you know."

He often made comments like that about my dad. Sometimes, when he thought no one was looking, he'd play around and pinch my dad's butt like he did mine, making him jump. My dad wasn't like me, Uncle Mordecai, Mom or my brothers and sisters. He was short and thin like me, but his skin was pale, not dark like the rest of us. And his hair was light brown, almost golden in color. Uncle Mordecai said that Dad was a "passer". When I'd asked Dad about it, he'd explained that mom's family was Jewish from North Africa (what's now Western Sahara) and everyone could see that we weren't "white", but Dad's family had come from Europe. They were ethnically and culturally Jewish, but everyone assumed that they weren't. None of it mattered in the mage community, of course, and our family were Hermetic Unitarians like most mages, but mundanes paid a lot of attention to it, especially in Alabama where I grew up.

Uncle Mordecai turned my face with his hand so he could see my profile. Then he turned it back to face him. "My son Remy says that you're a submissive little gay boy," he said. "Is that true?"

"No sir!" I said, thinking that he would think worse of me if he knew the truth.

Uncle Mordecai squeezed my hard dick through my pants. "Dragonshit," he replied. "Your hard little prick says it all. You're more like your father than I knew. I saw the signs when you were little, but I wanted to hear you admit it to me."

Uncle Mordecai stood me up in front of him and held my hips. "What do you mean?" I asked. I could feel him opening the waistband of my shorts while we spoke. "My dad's not submissive, and he's not gay. He's married to my mom, and they have five children."

My pants came open and Uncle Mordecai pulled them down over my hips and let them fall to the ground. He flicked my hard cock through my briefs. I was regretting wearing those briefs. They were cut high on the leg and the pouch was small in the front.

"Do you know what a chastity ring is?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No sir," I said. I hadn't heard of one, but I had some idea. I had access to the internet after all and it sounded like what I'd heard called a chastity cage.

"It's a magic ring that fits around the base of your cock," he said, pulling my briefs down and revealing my bouncing boner. He wrapped his fingers around the base and closed them, encircling my cock completely. "When it's on, it can only be removed by the person who put it on, and it keeps you from cumming. Some of them keep you from getting hard at all."

My cock twitched a little and he smiled. "I see you like the idea," he said. "Your dad has worn one since he started the Academy. He was a submissive little sixth grade boy and I was a sophomore. I locked him up before the end of September. To the best of my knowledge, he's only been unlocked five times since then."

I did the math in my head. I had four older siblings. It was like Uncle Mordecai could read my mind. "That's right boy," he said. "Five times he's been allowed to get an erection, and he sired five children. Each time with my dick up his ass."

Uncle Mordecai was still holding my cock with one hand and stroking my hole with the other. "I've been telling my sister that you were a submissive like your father for years. She agreed that you probably were. I told her that I wouldn't take you unless you begged me for it. But your cousin Remy may not be so nice. He's had his eye on you since you first came to the Academy. I know that he's done everything but fuck you. And you should know that he's going to be here soon. He's going to keep records for me in an official capacity, so he'll be working here in Severan."

I didn't know what to say. This was a total surprise to me. I never dreamed I'd be standing naked from the waist down in my uncle's house with him holding my dick and stroking my butt. I was so excited that I wanted to scream. I could cum any minute now.

Uncle Mordecai stood up and pulled my shirt off, leaving me naked except for my Serapis medallion. He sat back down and pulled me onto his lap. "You don't have to answer right now," he said. "This is an important decision for you, and you can't jump into it without considering the ramifications."

"Thank you sir," I said. "I am submissive. I know that. I let Remy dominate me for five years at the Academy, but I have friends now and we ... you know ... we mess around, and I'm not sure I want them to know that I'm like that."

"Do you mean Sebastian?" he asked me. "No, that little blond boy is Sebastian's. I could see that clearly enough. Do you mean the two twinks who were with you? Can you tell me that either of them can give you what you need?"

I thought about all the times I'd sucked Cameron and Oliver's cocks, and they'd sucked mine. Two years at the Academy and this first week so far. Oliver had talked about fucking me, but he'd never made any moves to do it. It was nice, but it wasn't the same as I'd had with Remy. He hadn't fucked me either. He'd said that he preferred to wait until I was older, but now I wondered if his father hadn't made him hold off.

"It's not the same, sir," I admitted, "but I want to be able to cum. My dad never gets to cum?"

Uncle Mordecai chuckled. "I told Vicky that I was going to tell you everything, so I will. Your father wears a ring that allows him to cum but prevents him from getting an erection without an order from his ringmaster. When he begged me to put it on him, he gave up control to me completely. I gave him to your mother because she wanted children, but she promised never to interfere between us."

"So, Dad is really yours? What about Aunt Myrtle and my mom?" I asked, more confused than ever.

"Surely you understand that your mother prefers women, and so does my wife Myrtle," he explained. "It's too bad that they aren't in love with one another. The symmetry would be perfect. But it worked out anyway. It was only when your mother was named the Dirigent of Mobile and took your father away from me that we argued. I had to make time in my schedule to travel to Alabama. You must have noticed that I was there at least once a week."

"Okay," I said. "Then Dad is your boyfriend, even though he's married to mom. And mom and Aunt Myrtle both have girlfriends, but they're not girlfriends to each other."

He kissed me then and said, "Yes, boy. You're almost right. By magical contract, your father is mine, not your mothers. When he graduated the Academy, he became my property. That was his choice. He voluntarily became mine, but he did sign a contract that has no validity whatsoever in the mundane world. Even the mage courts won't enforce it, but these contracts have power in the magical world."

"And you want me to be your slave?" I asked.

"If you want to give in to your submissive side, you will need to ask a master to take your contract," he said. "Are you prepared to see what I mean?"

I nodded yes, wondering what he was going to do to me. But he didn't touch me. He sat me down on the divan next to him and called out, "Vicky, come here."

My father Victor came into the room, crawling on his hands and knees. He was completely naked except for a body harness with a sheath that held his wand. I'd never seen my father naked before, but he still looked good for a man in his forties. He had a full head of hair, but he had no hair anywhere else on his body. And he had more muscles than I thought he would, with not an ounce of fat to be seen anywhere. When he'd crawled in front of the divan he spread his legs and held his back straight, putting his arms behind his head. He kept his eyes cast downward. I noticed his cock for the first time. It was small, probably smaller than mine, although mine was average size for a guy my height. It was hairless as the rest of his body, and it was limp. He had a metal ring around it.

"Look up at us Vicky," Uncle Mordecai commanded. My father raised his eyes. At first I thought it was shame I saw on his face, but I quickly realized that it was fear. He was afraid of my reaction, afraid that I would be disgusted or reject him.

I knelt and put my arms around him. I'd grown to equal him in height last year. "It's okay, Dad," I said. "I love you and it doesn't matter to me."

"You may speak to your son, Vicky," Uncle Mordecai said. "I'll leave you two alone for a while."

"Thank you Master," my dad said, then he turned to me.

"And thank you, son, for being so understanding even though this must have come as a shock to you," my dad said. "I always suspected you were like me. I wanted to reach out to you and tell you that it was okay if you were submissive like me, but I was forbidden to speak of it. I was worried about what your brother David would do. After he found out about me, he sometimes teased me and said that he was going to take you as his slave, just like he did his twin Jonathon. He's not as kind as your uncle or your cousin Remy."

"It was Remy who claimed me in school, Dad," I said. "I don't even remember saying yes. I just remember him telling me what to do and me doing it. It scared me, but I loved it."

"It was the same with me," Dad said. "Only there was an added kink. Master Mordecai came to my parents. He gave them money for me, and my parents said yes. He bought me. It wasn't legal and it wasn't real in the same sense as the magical contract I signed, but it seemed real at the time."

"Should I do it, Dad," I whispered. "I really want to submit to Remy, but I'm not sure about this slavery thing. What if I change my mind?"

Dad breathed deeply and said, "My contract requires my Master to ask me each year whether I want to renew. Every year I choose to remain his slave for another year, without fail. I've never thought about saying no."

"And you never get to cum or have an erection?" I asked. I was both embarrassed and excited to talk to my dad about such intimate details of his life.

Dad blushed. "My ring allows me to cum, but I don't get erections," he said. "You can cum with enough stimulation even when you don't get hard. I barely remember my last erection. It was the night you were conceived, eighteen years ago. I don't really miss it. Master Mordecai's cock is more than enough for me. If you choose to become a slave then Master Remy's cock had better be enough for you. Except for that one time each year, you won't have a choice, and then the choice is to stop being your master's slave or to continue. You don't get to pick and choose like slavery is an a la cart menu."

Uncle Mordecai came back into the room and my dad crawled over to him and kissed his feet. My uncle then told him to kneel, and Dad assumed the same position he had before, with his knees spread and his back straight, hands behind his neck. "I have good news for you, Vicky," Uncle Mordecai said, gently stroking his cheek. "Your wife has agreed that it's time. Your children are all settled, and she doesn't need you to keep house for her anymore. She will be divorcing you and you will be living with me, like a slave should."

Dad was almost bouncing on his legs with excitement. He clasped his hands in front of him and kowtowed three times at Mordecai's feet. "You may speak, Vicky," my uncle said.

"I thank you, Master, for accomplishing this change," he said. "I've dreamed of this day since the first day you ordered me to move in with your sister. I've done my best to be a diligent slave to her, but it's not really the same."

"I am pleased that you're happy with this decision of your superiors, Vicky," he said. "And Remy will be able to join us tonight, so we will be a happy family. Think carefully, Micah. Tonight can be a night with a father, his son, his nephew, and his master. Or tonight can be a night with a father and his son, and their two slaves."

"I thought you said that it was a big decision and that I should think about it before making it," I replied.

"Exactly," he said. "When Remy gets here, you can be wearing clothes and greet him as your cousin, or you could be naked and greet him on your knees, holding this cock ring on your teeth and greet him as your master. But the decision will only be for one week. Next Saturday, you will be able to make the same request for the rest of the month, then for two months, and so on. Once you've finished a year, and only then, you will be allowed to agree for an annual period. What will you do?"

Sebastian

I liked all the twinks I'd been babysitting all day, but it was good to have some time alone with Ethan. He'd finished his homework sprawled across my bed while I finished up my reports and wrote up a request for more door mirrors. They weren't very expensive in the grand scheme of things. If the budget wouldn't stretch that far, I'd order them myself for all the mages who couldn't see through a door. I tried not to be judgmental, but it wasn't that difficult a spell.

Then I watched Ethan for a while. He was concentrating on his work and didn't notice me staring at his butt. I thought about a simple spell to see through the cloth but decided that would be cheating since I was making him wait for sex with me. Besides, his little butt was round enough to show through the fabric. It was flexing while he was thinking about his math, and my mind was turning to dirty thoughts. These little twinks had no idea the effect they had on men.

Finally, the message I'd been waiting for came through. It was from Marvin. We have another injury right now, but Bruno can handle it. If you want me to examine the lightning boy I can go to his room.

I sent a message back saying: He's in my room. Come here to examine him.

I went over and sat on the bed, putting a hand on that butt I'd been staring at. Ethan looked over his shoulder at me and asked what I wanted. He was subconsciously batting his eyelashes. He looked expectant, like he was anticipating a request for sex. I probably shouldn't have touched his butt like that.

"Our mage healer is coming to look at your storm marks," I said. "He's going to need to examine you naked. Do you want me to stay or to go?"

He thought for a moment, then said, "I want you to stay. I'll probably embarrass myself and I don't want to do it front of a stranger without some emotional support."

"Why do you think you'll embarrass yourself?" I asked, rubbing his butt.

He whispered, "I have an erection. I'm hard a lot, even if I ... you know ... masturbate."

He was blushing now. "We all get erections, Ethan. It's normal for young guys," I said. "In fact, I have one right now, too."

I figured he could see it, since it was obvious from where I was sitting. He reached out a hand and asked, "Can I touch it?"

I grabbed his wrist and said, "I'm not going to have sex with you until your birthday."

He rolled over and I could see how obvious his erection was. For a small penis it was pressing hard against the cloth. I was saved from a long discussion by a knock at the door. I touched my glasses and saw that it was Marvin. I pointed my wand and said, "Aperiatur porta." And the door swung open.

Marvin walked in and addressed Ethan, "Hello, I'm Marvin Lichtenberg, and you are?"

Ethan sat up and said, "I'm Ethan Lowry."

"I'm going to have to ask Sebastian to step out into the hallway while I examine you, because I need you to get undressed," he said.

Ethan shook his head. He said, "I can't control myself sometimes and I want Sebastian here while you're examining me."

Marvin looked at me and said, "This is kind of irregular. What does he mean by not being able to control himself?"

"He gave Drew a shock when he touched him," I said. "Ethan thinks I make him calm or something."

"Your choice, boy," Marvin replied with a shrug. "If you don't mind Sebastian seeing you naked, then I'll follow your wishes."

Ethan nodded and then stood up and took his clothes off. He had a rip in his underwear, where the band was separating from the shorts. I doubted he had money, so I was going to buy him some more briefs, maybe something sexier than tighty whities – if I could find sexy briefs in such a small size. I'd probably have to take him to Sub Rosa Subligaria in the Nexus. They would have what I wanted.

Marvin said, "Shorts too, Ethan. I need to see you, wand out."

Ethan giggled nervously at that because his penis was hard and dripping when he pulled his tattered briefs off. Marvin added, "It's nothing I haven't seen before, although it is a very pretty virgula."

Marvin began to trace the marks with his finger, following the lines where they curled and intertwined. They looked especially bright near his penis and Marvin jerked his finger back from Ethan's flesh with a start when a small electrical discharge snapped. Then he turned Ethan around and noted the same brightness and crackling of electricity in the small of his back, running down into the crevice between his muscly little cheeks. He pulled them apart and raised his eyebrows. I looked to see what he'd noticed, and I saw the marks were almost glowing, just like they were around his testicles on the front.

Marvin walked around so he could look Ethan in the eyes. "Let me guess," he said. "You were a virgin, and you had no marks at all. Then you had sex, the lines appeared, and you started giving off electrical shocks."

"Yes sir," Ethan said, blushing a little.

"These lines," Marvin said, tracing the marks, "run along the channels that carry magical energy through your body. These same channels carry sexual energy. When you were a virgin and your powers hadn't manifested, the channel flowed clear, but just in a trickle. Let me guess again. You didn't start with something small, like a slow sensual massage. You jumped right in there and did something big, forcing the channels open in one thrust."

"Another boy gave me a blowjob," Ethan admitted.

"I can see from the intensity of the energy that's blocked in here," his fingers touched the groin area, "that you liked this boy, but didn't love him."

Ethan pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, then he nodded.

"Okay," Marvin said. "You caused a blockage in your energy channels and its only getting worse. You've probably had an erection all morning and feeling like you were going to shock anyone who touched you."

"I masturbated, but it didn't go down," Ethan cried. "It just hurt a little when I came."

"That makes sense," Marvin said. "Unless you're a total Narcissist, making love to yourself isn't going to help. You need someone you like, maybe even love, to help you break these blockages before they get worse."

I interrupted, "He's only seventeen. Are you saying that someone needs to fuck the boy to make him stop hurting?"

"Damn Sebastian," Marvin exclaimed. "Have you ever heard of foreplay? Jumping right into anal sex could hurt Ethan and his partner. He needs someone who feels the same way about him that he feels about them to work up to that over the next few days – weeks would be better. Start off with masturbation and heavy petting, slowly work up to frot and then maybe oral. There are a lot of steps before you get to anal or oral."

He reached over and patted Ethan's head. "Sorry to be so crude, but I'm prescribing that you have sexual release with another person a couple times a week – daily would be better – until the blockages are cleared. Do you have someone who can do it for you?"

Ethan looked over at me and smiled, blushing prettily. "I think so," he said.

"We've got this handled, Marvin. Thank you," I said. For some reason, Ethan seemed to have his mind set on me. When he'd first come into my room, he'd been leaning on Drew, but he'd quickly shifted his attention to me.

"Good," Marvin said, seemingly missing the sexual tension in the room. More likely, he was ignoring it because of his professionalism. "And don't start any magical training until these blockages clear enough. I'll need to check every day. Once it has cleared enough, he needs to release magical energy every day, preferably beginning very slowly and simply. We'll get everything working right in no time."

Marvin called me out into the hallway while Ethan got dressed. "Are you the one who gave him a blowjob and got this ball rolling?"

I looked around and saw that the hallway mostly empty, but I decided to do a privacy spell anyway. It wouldn't stop people from seeing us, or even hearing us, but it would make them pay no attention to us or anything we said.

"Not me," I said. "I like him a lot. It's too soon to call it love, but I'm more distracted by him than I have been by anyone in a long time."

It was more than distraction. I think I was falling for him. I thought that it was probably because he was a mage. I'd avoided relationships with mages for years. When I was a teenager, I'd attracted a lot of older guys and they'd mainly wanted to have sex and then go back to their normal lovers, the one's they had things in common with. I'd been a guy who'd been so enamored with all the attention that I'd allowed them to use me; I'd even been flattered by it. And then I'd fallen in love with a guy who was closer to my age but still older. He'd done all the romance and I fell hard; then he left and never returned my calls. Since then, I'd stuck with mundanes because there was a level of separation that allowed me to stay detached. Ethan was the first guy to get past that barrier.

"Good," Marvin said. "He's fixated on you. It's in his eyes every time he looks at you. Whoever did it was probably trying to be nice, but he fucked it up bad. Good sex is an exchange of sexual energy. The boy who sucked his cock didn't get his cock sucked in return. There was no exchange of sexual energy. It's part of why he's become blocked. Start slow, maybe with some mutual masturbation and serious kissing. Do you need me to write it down for you?"

"No, Marvin," I said with a shake of my head. "I think I can figure it out. By the way, I've been trying to be mature and wait until his birthday. He turns eighteen on September 30th. You're making it hard for me to be responsible."

He clapped me on the shoulder. "You're under a healer's orders, Sebastian. Sex that boy up good, but it might be best if you did wait to take his butt cherry. You can do it in a couple of weeks, but it wouldn't hurt to wait the full three and a half. Until then, get to know him a little. Let his sexuality grow with your relationship. The guys are too quick to go for the booty. There are a lot of other fun things to explore on the way to the butthole."

Nathan Blackwell

It was nerve wracking sitting in the hospital waiting to find out if my career was going to end before it really got started. Three years isn't really a career, not after four years of college and a plan to stay in the service for twenty years or more. But I was sick every morning, throwing up and getting queasy whenever I tried to eat. And I was tired all the time, and I was gaining weight. All this despite working out whenever I could and watching what I was eating. I'd finally gone to the US Military Hospital to get an image taken. The imaging tech had been confused and called in a doctor, and I was surprised to find that it was Colonel Devereaux, the head of medicine. He'd taken another image and then checked me into the hospital. I'd seen no one since I'd been checked in except for Colonel Devereaux and one nurse named Elena Stern.

The doctor was sitting in my room tapping his pen on his clipboard, deep in thought. I thought it strange that he wore a holster under his white coat that had a wooden stick in it. It was like he was holding his coat open for me to see it. He pulled it out and hummed something under breath, and the tip of the stick began to glow with a bright light.

"What's that sir?" I asked.

"It's something I should be surprised you noticed in the first place before it started glowing," he explained. "So, tell me, lieutenant, what strange things have you seen on the battlefield, specifically two nights ago during the night engagement you were in."

It felt like ice water was running down my spine. I'd never told anyone what I was sure that I'd seen that night. And I didn't want to tell anyone now. It was bad enough that I was bloating and sick all the time, but that tale would make me sound like a madman. "I wrote it all down in my report, sir," I said. "Insurgents attacked us in large numbers and ...."

"Stop it, lieutenant!" he said, not angry, just determined. "I want the truth."

I didn't want to speak, but the words forced their way out of my mouth, like I was compelled to tell the real story.

"It was zombies, sir," I said. "They kept coming until we cut their bodies in half with our bullets and they still tried to grab us if we got too close. But it was the others in the background, the ones with the eyes of green flame, they were the ones driving the zombies towards us."

"We lost a lot of men that night, lieutenant," the Colonel asked. "How did you lead your squad to safety?"

I'd already said enough to ruin my career. "It was one of our translators, sir, Karim Khan," I said. "He did something and all the zombies between us and the APC just stopped moving. We got into the vehicle and got out."

"And this Karim Khan, have you seen him since?" he asked.

I set my jaw and admitted, "Yes sir, every chance I get. We're lovers."

"Relax son," he said. "I'm going to get Karim Khan here and then we'll all three have a talk."

It was later that evening when Karim Khan arrived. He was dressed in his BDU uniform. He was a little shorter than my own six feet, but only an inch or two, but he was broader through the shoulders than me. His black hair and a short well-trimmed black beard surrounded his handsome brown face. His eyes were dark, black more than brown, and they had a slight slant to them. His nose was a little overlarge for American tastes, but I thought it made him look powerful. Seeing his full lips always made me lick my own. What you couldn't see through his uniform was his hairy, sexy body and his magnificent ten-inch cock. I grew hard immediately when I smelled his distinctive scent. It was like my body was addicted to him.

He glanced at the colonel and gave him one of those lazy salutes some of our advisors did and walked over to me and took my head in his hands. He didn't care that we were being watched. He leaned down and gave me a real kiss. His tongue shot into my mouth and forced my own into submission. His hand rubbed my slightly swollen stomach. For an Afghan, he was brave to be so affectionate in front of a stranger.

"So, Mr. Khan," Colonel Devereaux said, "I presume that you know what ails lieutenant Blackwell."

"I do," he said. Then he took my hand in his right hand and put his left on my stomach. "Beloved Nathan, the most wonderful thing has happened. You are going to bear my son, our son."

My brain wasn't processing very well. It was stuck in a groove, unable to make sense out of the words. "For a minute, I thought you said I was going to bear your baby," I said.

Karim kissed me again and said, "That's right, beloved. Let me do this thing right. I love you, and I want to make you my official consort. You will want for nothing, and you will bear me many powerful sons."

"Karim," I said, "I love you and I would do anything for you, but I'm a man and I can't get pregnant."

Colonel Devereaux broke in, and said, "I'm afraid to tell you that he's right. You are pregnant and you are going to deliver a baby in a few months."

"No, no, no," I said. "It's not possible. I can't do it."

"Don't say that, baby," Karim said. "How can you say that? When we made love, I told you that I was going to put my babies in your belly. I told you that you were going to bear my babies."

"I thought it was just dirty talk," I said. "I had no idea it was even possible."

The colonel said, "The question is, lieutenant, what do you want to do about it?"

"What do you mean?" Karim asked, a look of fear on his face.

"It's lieutenant Blackwell's body," the colonel said. "If he doesn't want to have a baby, he doesn't have to."

"No," Karim said. "You can't remove the baby with surgery. It won't work. You can't open the ... womb ... from the outside, you'll kill my beloved Nathaniel."

Colonel Devereaux tapped his wand on his left palm. "I'm a mage healer," I said, "I can remove the fetus without opening the lieutenant's body at all. There will be no danger."

Karim's face turned ashen, and he threw his arms around my chest and started sobbing. I'd never seen him show the slightest weakness, so I knew he was upset. "Please don't let him kill our baby, Nathaniel," he cried. "I love you, and I know that you love me too. With my people, a new life can only be created through love. Our son will be the truest expression of our love."

I put my hand on his head and felt his hair. I did love Karim, but how was I going to do this. "How is it possible?" I asked.

"What are your people called, Karim," the colonel asked, interrupting my question with his own.

"We are one of the tribes of the Daiwa," Karim said, choking back tears. "And I am the first in this generation of my clan to find a love deep enough to make a life. It means so much to me, and the clan."

The colonel and Karim started to argue, but I threw up my hands and said, "Wait a minute. I don't know how any of this is even possible, but I can't kill Karim's baby. I don't know how I can do this without everyone knowing about it, but I want to."

Karim said, "We can fake your death, and you can move in with my clan. This is what happened when my father met my own father-mother. The family will protect you. You will be the most precious treasure for my whole clan. You will want for nothing within our home. You'll be like a princess with everyone falling over themselves to make sure you're happy. When you meet my father-mother, you can ask him. He is always happy, and he has given my father nine sons."

"And you'll never be able to go out in public again," Colonel Devereaux said. "With your fair skin and golden hair, you'll be marked as westerner. You'll be a prisoner in your husband's home, never seeing the outside again unless you wear a burqa."

"I will take you anywhere, Nathaniel," Karim argued. "We don't have to stay here. You are my heart and my life. I will make my home wherever you are, and my clan will have to accept it. They'll have to. In my family, only my father and I are what you would call alphas. We call them fathers. The whole clan has only six fathers right now. They will accept whatever is necessary."

He climbed onto the bed and held me, kissing my lips, and stroking my hair. "Please say you will be my consort and bear my sons," he said. "We will be happy. I will give you everything you need, and I will try to give you everything you want."

Colonel Devereaux threw his hands up into the air. "I'm giving you medical leave and we're going to officially record that you have a tumor. You can stay in quarters with Karim. I'll see to it that you're moved to the overflow hotel just outside the hospital. I'll see what the Conclave says about Daiwa. If they'll let you immigrate into the USA, I will arrange it, Karim. Your public identity can get in through mundane immigration as a translator who worked with our forces."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir," I said, "but thank you."

Micah

I thought about my options while I was helping my dad fix dinner. We were making steaks for the masters and chicken breast for us. They would have baked potatoes and broccoli with cheese. We would have salad. "It's important for a slave to always keep himself thin and appealing for his master," Dad said. "If you choose to give yourself to Master Remy, I'll be able to help train you."

We were going to grill the meat once Remy arrived, and we didn't have long to wait. We heard his voice in the other room with his father. I wanted to run in to greet him, but Dad stopped me. "We wait until they call us, or they come into the room," he said. "Do you remember the position?"

"Yeah, I do," I said.

I made sure that the strange "ring" Uncle Mordecai had given me was handy. Then we heard their voices coming into the kitchen. Dad and I sank to our knees and spread them wide, our penises on display, my hard penis and Dad's fully flaccid penis. We locked our hands behind our heads, straightened our backs and cast our eyes downward.

"And here they are, Remy," Uncle Mordecai said with his deep voice. "My slave bitch and the boy who might be yours."

They both snapped their fingers and pointed to the ground at their feet. We crawled forward, Dad and I, and kissed the feet of the men. Remy had removed his shoes and was wearing slippers. I kissed them three times, like I had seen Dad do to his master.

"What's that in your hand, boy?" Remy said. His voice had grown almost as deep as his father's.

I rose to the kneeling position and extended my hands, with the strange ring on it. It looked like three rings welded together to make a triangle with circular openings on each of the three sides. He took it from my hand and said, "What is this?"

"It's a cock ring, Master," I said.

He used his foot to tap my balls hard, causing a bolt of pain to shoot up my spine. I cried out a little, but I didn't break the position.

"It's your manhood," he said. "Tell me what you are offering me and remember that I'm not your master yet. I'm sir until I decide you're worthy to be my slave," he commanded.

"I'm offering you my manhood, sir," I said.

"And you understand that I will control every aspect of your life," he said. "I will determine if you ever have an orgasm, or even an erection. And I will control your every waking moment, and I will control your sleep."

"Yes sir," I said.

"Let my father's slave make dinner and follow me," he commanded.

He hadn't told me to stand, so I crawled after him into the living room. Then he pulled out a piece of paper and said, "Look at this and follow along with me as we review it."

I hadn't been allowed to raise my eyes to see him until now, and he took my breath away. He'd grown taller in the last two years. I was five foot nine, the tallest of the boys the other mages called the twink trio, but Remy had grown to six foot two, an inch taller than his father. His face had matured and now it held none of the boyish softness I remembered from the Academy. And he'd grown broad through the shoulders. Now he wore a very short, but very dark beard that framed his full lips and made him look masculine and powerful.

We read through the contract clause by clause. And I agreed to each one. Afterward he required me to summarize the points from memory.

"I will belong to you, sir, and anything I own will belong to you. I will follow every order without complaint or hesitation. I surrender all control over my body, my magic, and my social life to you. This contract shall be magically enforceable for the duration, and this contract shall expire at the end of next weekend, 8 days from today. The limits are that my body cannot be altered in a permanent way, and I cannot be ordered to do anything with a woman."

"Good," he said. "If you sign this contract and place your fingerprint next to it in blood, it shall be valid."

I looked at the contract, hesitated only for a minute and then signed it. I pricked my thumb with the silver penknife, smeared the blood around it and pressed it to the paper. I could feel the magic take hold. For the next week, I belonged to Remy.

"Now I am going to give you some gifts, slave. Stand up," he said.

I stood and he took the ring in one hand and held his want in the other. He chanted a spell and jabbed my cock with his wand. I immediately went flaccid. Then he worked the ring over my cock. One ring went around the base of my cock behind my balls; my balls went through another; then the last went over my cock in front of my balls. My master touched it and it shrank until it was snug.

"No erections for you now, slave," he said. "I want you to think about this fact. If you are my slave, you may never have another erection. The only reason for you to have one is if I choose to breed you like my father did with his slave. Since you put a restriction in your contract that prevents me from breeding you to a woman, there is no purpose to your erection."

"Yes Master," I replied.

The enormity of what I was doing sank into me and I was both terrified and excited. My cock couldn't get hard, but my heart was pounding, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I had fantasized about this moment for so long and now it was finally happening. I wished that Master Remy would let me make the choice for good now instead of later. It would be easier.

Then he took a leather collar and wrapped it around my neck. With a flick of a wand, the ends of the leather collar joined together, and the collar shrank until it fit snug on my neck. The collar had small rings along the outside. Then he put ankle and wrist cuffs on me in the same way.

"You will always wear these symbols of your servitude and they will always be kept visible. If anyone asks you, you will tell them that you are a slave," he said.

"Yes Master," I replied.

I helped my dad finish the dinner and then we ate. After dinner, Master Remy took me to his bed, and I sucked his cock again. He told he was waiting until Sunday to fuck me because he wanted to do it in front of some guests. I had sucked his cock many times in the Academy, but tonight was different. Looking at a cock, smelling a cock or better yet tasting a cock, always made me hard, but the ring I was wearing prevented me from getting an erection. My cock remained flaccid and soft, but the feelings in my testicles, perineum and ass were still there. I felt the excitement, just not in my cock. I spent the night in a strange state of not-arousal that still excited me.

Master Remy wrapped his arms around me and held me tight to his chest. I felt safe and protected when I was enclosed within his muscular embrace. I knew that he loved me, although he had never said it. While I'd been swallowing his massive cock, he'd told me I was his most valuable possession. I suspected that was as close as my master could come to saying the words.

Sebastian

After dinner and a shower, Ethan lay on my bed naked, with his fair, slender body stretched out. I lay next to him; my thicker body seemed hairy next to his. My legs were hairy and my chest, but I kept my pubic region tamed and trimmed. I had stopped and purchased a bottle of lubricant and a bottle of massage oil that tasted of cinnamon. Usually, I used a spell to provide what was needed, but I felt the mundane kind would be better for us tonight. I was kissing the boy, and he was responding in his own sweet and gentle way, opening his mouth to accept my tongue and my saliva.

I was lying sideways, with my torso raised by my left elbow, so I could touch him in all his sensitive places. I had put a small amount of massage oil onto my fingers of my right hand, and I was gently rubbing his hard little nipples, eliciting small moans of pleasure. He seemed unsure what to do with his own hands, and he was running his right hand through my chest hair, while his left was under my upraised torso. His hands were trembling.

"Are you afraid, golden boy?" I asked, now rubbing my fingers around his navel.

"No sir," he said. "I'm shaking because I can't believe that I'm lying here next to a man like you. I've touched boys before, but never a man, and I've never done anything like we're doing before.

I kissed him then bit his lip gently. "Do you like it when I touch your nipples and your navel?" I asked. "Do you like it when I kiss your lips?"

"Oh god yes!" he moaned. "You're tickling my belly button, but it's so slow that it feels great, and I love to run my hands through your chest hair. And your hairy legs feel so good rubbing against my own legs. I don't have much body hair, and my God the feeling against my skin is ... I can't say what it is, but I don't want it to stop."

I teased his torso for several more minutes, and my kisses moved from his lips to his neck, ears, and throat. His skin was getting hot and occasionally I felt a shock.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I can't help it."

"Shh," I said. "Don't worry about hurting me. Marvin told me to use protection, so I warded myself against electricity tonight. Your little sparks aren't hurting me at all. It feels like sexy tickling."

I let my hand slide down to the sensitive skin between his genitals and his upper leg, the groin. I teased the skin there and his little penis was jumping around. I continued to stroke this sensitive skin for a while, and then moved my hand to his scrotum. It was naturally hairless and silky smooth. He gasped when I took his testicles in my hand and began to massage them gently. The sparks became more intense.

"I want to touch you, sir," he moaned. "I've never touched a man like this before, just other boys."

I kissed him and then lay back. "You can touch me but don't go for the penis. Do what I'm doing and explore other parts of my body. We'll get to the penis later, trust me," I said, touching his nose with my finger and leaving a bit of oil on the tip.

Ethan got into it. He ran his fingers lightly over my chest and nipples. He slid his hand down the trail of light brown hair that connected my chest to groin. He grabbed my scrotum, a little less gently than I had held his, but he was still learning. He seemed fascinated with the hair on my body. His fingers kept twirling in the hair of my pubes and my upper thighs.

My own cock had grown to its full seven inches, and the head was peeking out of the foreskin. He touched it tentatively and looked into my eyes with a hunger I hadn't seen there before, but it was a hunger mixed with blue eyed innocence. It was like his eyes were pleading with me to go further.

I smiled back at him and said, "Let's try it this way."

I scooted back so that I was sitting up, with my head and shoulders resting against the wall. Then I positioned him so that he was straddling my legs, just a few inches below my cock. Seeing his penis next to mine made me shudder with guilty pleasure. Mine was two inches longer and much thicker.

"Hold out your hands," I said. And he lifted his cupped hands in front of me. I pumped a generous amount of lube into his hands. I'd used a small spell to warm it, so it wasn't cold anymore.

Then I pumped some into my own. "Now we can explore each other's penises, Golden Boy," I said. "But it's not a race. Go slow, and listen to me, boy. You can't cum until I do. You must hold it."

He bit his bottom lip in the same way Alonzo did that drove me mad with lust. He was the perfect mixture of sex and innocence, hesitant and unsure what he wanted to do, his fingers trembling but eager.

"I'll try, sir," he whined a little.

"Baby, it's not a disaster if you can't," I said. "I won't spank you for it, or even be disappointed, but you may be. If you can hold it until I say to cum, your orgasm will be much better than if you don't. That's all. I'm not trying to be your master, or to dominate you in any way. I want to be your lover, and your mentor."

He smiled at that last sentence. "I want you to be my lover," he said. "But I'm still young, and I may need you to ... um ... discipline me sometime."

Merlin's wand was this innocent boy telling me that he wanted me to spank him. My cock jumped at the thought. "We'll get to your beautiful and delicious ass later," I said.

"How do you know it's delicious, sir?" he asked coquettishly.

"Because nothing that looks that fine could taste bad," I replied, then I wrapped my well-lubed hand around his little penis, and he squealed in pleasure.

I like to think the sound that I made when he grabbed my cock was a little more manly than his had been, more of a macho groan. I showed him how to move his hands slowly, sensually, applying just the right amount of pressure. I let my thumb rub across the spongy head of his circumcised penis. He cried out loud and a tear came to his eyes.

"Am I hurting you, Golden Boy?" I asked.

"No sir! I'm crying because nothing ever felt this good before," he replied.

Neither of us lasted long. I could feel the cum filling my shaft as he stroked me, and his knees were quivering from trying to hold back an orgasm. "Cum now, beautiful boy," I said. "Cum for me."

And we both erupted in orgasm at the same time. As our seed sprayed all over our bodies, arcs of lightning shot out from Ethan and played against the walls and the ceiling of the room. In the afterglow, we lay in each other's arms, and we made out. I used a wipe to clean us up this time, then we fell asleep.

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.