College Magic Cycle

Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 3

Introduction

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

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Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 3 (Settling In)
Second Week of School

Alonzo

Our last day at the Butternut Ranch Resort was Labor Day. We had to check out at noon, so there wasn't much time to anything. I woke up with Erik licking my ass. He'd already gotten me wet, and he was probing me deeply with his tongue. My hole was relaxed and open for him. I wiggled my butt to let him know that I was awake and enjoying his attention.

I felt him shove one of the magic lube spheres inside me. Because Erik was so big now, it was extremely painful when he tried to get inside me without lube, no matter how relaxed I became. Erik was so careful to avoid hurting me that he'd taken to carrying some of the alchemical lube around in his own backpack just in case we were out, and he needed it.

"I was up before you and decided that I would wake you up this morning. I thought about sucking your cute little cock, but your ass looked too sweet to pass up," he said.

Erik only touched my cock when I failed to cum from his cock pounding my ass. Still, he seemed to like it, especially now that it was so small. At three and three quarters inches, it wasn't quite a micropenis, but it was still tiny, an eighth of an inch smaller than Kieran's. I'd done it to myself, so I couldn't complain, but it was a good thing I preferred to bottom and had little desire to top anyone – although I'd been tempted by Kieran's butt yesterday when we were making out.

"Me encanta, papi," I said.

Erik turned me over and crushed my lips with his own. My lips were always swollen these days from a combination of cocksucking and Erik's forceful kissing. It was a good thing that swollen lips looked good on me.

Then he surprised me by lifting my hips and swallowing my cock. It was small enough that even an inexperienced cocksucker like Erik could take it all without too much trouble. He had one finger inside my ass checking for the slipperiness. His mouth was rougher with my cock than I would have liked, and I could feel his teeth on my shaft. Erik was a bit of a beast, but I loved it.

"Your mouth is making me feel so good, papi," I said, biting my lip in the way I'd realized drove him crazy.

He pulled his finger out of my ass and said, "I could suck you off, but then it might not feel so good when I fuck you. What do you want?"

I smiled up at him and replied, "I want you to do whatever you want to do to my body, papi. Just take what you want."

He needed some encouragement to be aggressive these days. It was the guilt he felt over abusing me last week when he was cursed. He ran a finger over the tattoo he'd put on my chest., marking me as his property. Then he grasped my balls in one hand.

"What if I want to squeeze your nuts?" he asked, playfully.

I'd play along. "If that's what you want, Papi," I replied.

He increased the pressure until I let out a little gasp of pain mixed with and pleasure. Then he let go and shook his head at me, saying, "You're a masochistic little bitch, aren't you?"

"Es verdad. Tu sabes que si, papi," I said. "You know it's true."

He pushed inside me, and I moaned loudly. He wasn't gentle. He pushed harder, forcing his eleven inches inside me with steady pressure. He didn't stop or slow down when he hit my inner sphincter. He pressed against it, forcing me to break out in a cold sweat and groan. He had a worried look on his face.

"Do it, papi," I said. "Take me like the puto maricon I am."

He pressed harder until he slipped inside me fully, all eleven inches of length and almost inches of width. Erik filled me with no room to spare. If it hadn't been for that magic lotion of Jason's making my hole more resilient, it probably wouldn't have felt this good. I was hooked on Erik's cock. There was no way I could leave him because no one could ever fill me like this, so I was glad that he was trainable.

When he saw that I was comfortable with his cock, he pulled about halfway out and then thrust all the way inside me again. I was like a bitch in heat, clamping hard on him with each withdrawal and relaxing with each thrust. It felt so good that I was losing control. I grabbed his muscular forearms and dug my nails into them. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close.

When Erik started slapping my face, I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He slapped me harder and kept increasing the force so long as I was smiling at him. I felt a wave of masochism rise inside me and I goaded him to go further than he would have otherwise, but I'd discovered something about myself last week. I liked small doses of pain during sex more than I'd ever realized. Now that Erik was in control of his own mind again, I trusted him and that lack of fear made the pain not just endurable, but desirable.

"Your ass is so fine that I'm not going to last long, you sexy fucking twink ass bitch!" he yelled. "Fucking puto maricon!"

"Cogeme_, papi. Cogeme fuerte!_" I screamed as I came.

Erik threw his head back and growled at me. With a final push, he spewed inside me. He held me tight and rolled over so he was on his back, and I was on top of him. I loved that he was much bigger than me that he could easily move me around like a doll. Then he pulled me off his cock and lowered me to the bed. He swallowed my cock and sucked it clean.

"Even your cum tastes good, Alonzo," he said when he'd finished.

"Not as good as yours, you sexy beast," I said as I moved to lick him clean. I started with his massive cock, but I worked my way up his abdomen, cleaning my own semen off his belly as I went.

Jason

Kieran lay there cuddled against my side, one thin but shapely leg wrapped around mine, his face buried in my armpit. He looked so different now that it provoked some cognitive dissonance when I looked at him. I'd started falling in love with him when he was almost my height and had a little more muscle than I did. Even then he'd had the same angelic, boyish face when he slept, once all his worries and anxieties had been left aside for the moment. But he'd changed. I'd given him the Biantai elixir, a very difficult potion to make and a very dangerous potion to take without guidance. I'd sensed the difference between his body and his mental imago of himself and I'd only wanted to help him bring the two into alignment. Of course, I'd charted the changes. I was still working on analyzing the results and drawing conclusions for a scholarly monograph that I intended to submit to the Journal of the International Alchemical Association.

His changes had been profound. The elixir could be dangerous if the user had low self-esteem since it changed the body to match the imago mentalis. I had guided Kieran through the dangers, but only with words of encouragement to make him feel better about himself. I hadn't expected him to change so dramatically. Uncle Kamon had told me that Kieran's mental image was like himself at twelve years old. And the elixir had allowed Kieran to reshape himself to match that image. It wasn't just his size; even his facial features looked younger.

I'd given him a detailed alchemical analysis and had discovered that his becoming had been completed. He wasn't really twelve years old, but he looked like it in many ways. He wouldn't grow, and his penis would remain just under four inches in length and with a boyish girth that made it look even smaller, but his facial features would mature a little over time. I couldn't argue with the results. He had returned to the appearance he had the last time he was happy, the time before he came to live with his Uncle Craig. He was physically rejecting his uncle as his father figure just as he was rejecting him mentally.

And I'd been surprised that I still found him attractive. He looked like a boy now, and I had never noticed any attraction on my part towards twelve-year-old boys in the past (at least not since I'd been that age myself). But Kieran had just become cuter and more desirable as he'd changed. And his changes had changed me as well. I knew that I had become more paternal toward him, even more controlling. The part of my monograph that needed Uncle Kamon's input was the changes in myself. Had Kieran changed in the way he did in part to get me to change and become more of what he wanted in a lover? He was an empath. He could have done it subconsciously.

It was possible that my monograph could become a case study coauthored by myself and my uncle, Dr. Kamon Zhang. I was going to have to open myself to my mother's brother more than I was comfortable with, but I wanted to understand my own mind as well as the alchemy involved.

I brushed a lock of hair out of Kieran's face and ran a finger across his lips. His mouth made little sucking motions in his sleep. I slipped my finger inside his mouth, and he sucked it. I was so deeply in love with him that my heart ached when I looked at him; it ached almost as much as my erection. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and moved my hand down to his groin. His little cock was also erect. I played with it a little, more than I would have if he were awake. When my hand brushed his scrotum, he moved his legs to allow me easier access. I stared at his face to be sure, but he was still asleep. That's how submissive my boy was. His body wanted to submit even while sleeping.

I touched his lips again and ran my finger around them. "It's time to wake up, my little prince," I said.

It was sweet the way he was so resistant to any hint of girlishness even though he was very effeminate in appearance. Even in the way he moved. I'd seen the swivel in his hips the first time I seen him walk in front of me, long before I'd started bringing him out, long before he's started becoming.

His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at me with that look of adoration he always wore. He made me a better person as I strove to be worthy of that look. I pulled him higher so his face was near mine, and I could kiss his lips. They were soft, not as soft as when he put on the lip gloss he'd gotten from Alonzo, but still soft and inviting. He opened his mouth and I explored it with my tongue. Kieran had a way of stroking my tongue with his own, without even trying to take charge of the kiss.

I let my fingers explore his smooth skin, running them lightly along his sides, making him giggle, then down his back to his firm little butt cheeks, like round melons in my hands.

"Do you want to have breakfast first? Or do you want me to fuck you first?" I asked him.

"Fuck me first, please sir," he replied, rubbing his head against my neck. I knew what his answer would be. Kieran always put sex before food.

I laid him down on the bed and then moved between his creamy thighs and gently stroked his boy hole. He moaned and arched his back. He'd reacted to the Unguent of Li Pei better than I'd hoped. His little rosebud had become more resilient and more elastic, and it had become much more sensitive. It quivered at my touch.

"Your little boy hole likes that, my prince," I said, pushing gently until my finger slipped past his muscle and touched his silky insides.

"God yes, sir," he moaned. "I need you."

"What do you need, Little Prince?" I teased him. "Tell me what you need."

"I need to feel you inside me, sir," he answered, "all the way inside me, inside the ... the inner door."

I thrust slowly so as not to cause him pain, but soon I was pressing against his inner sphincter. I was only a couple of inches too long to fit inside his rectum, which meant that he was the perfect size. When I was all the way inside him, his inner sphincter clamped down just below the head of my penis and his outer sphincter clamped down around the base.

I stroked his face and said, "You are the most perfect complement I could have hoped for, baby boy."

At those words, he clamped down again with both his rings and I shivered with anticipation.

"This is what you do to me, pretty boy," I said. "I've barely gotten inside you, yet I could cum in a moment. But I won't because I can hold it back until you've been satisfied."

Then I started fucking him in earnest. I knew where his gay spot was, so I was stroking it with my cock on every thrust. This area had become more sensitive as well. Whenever I applied the Unguent of Li Pei, I made sure to rub it into the area around the prostate.

My goal was to get Kieran moaning loudly because he was usually so restrained. I could hear Alonzo through two intervening walls and one intervening room. Once I got Kieran going he would be loud enough to be heard, but only by eavesdroppers, with an ear near to the wall. He was quiet, but I loved the sound of it.

"Yes sir!" he yelled. "That's the spot! Do it! Oh God, I'm cumming!"

I loved watching his little cock ooze cum while he was being fucked. Without stroking, he didn't cum forcefully, but he could cum for a long time, continuing to moan as each thrust pushed more cum from his little penis. He dug his fingernails into my arms and shrieked his pleasure for everyone to hear. And I thrust inside him all the way and let his two spasming rings bring me over the edge.

I held him tight, crushing his thin chest to my own, and I held him there for several minutes before I started scooping the still warm cum off my body and his and feeding it to him. He sucked it off my fingers greedily. Then he slid off my cock and swallowed as much of it as he could so he could get the last drops before licking the outside dutifully.

Erik

Alonzo was cuddling on my lap, and we were kissing gently when Jason and Kieran joined us. We'd only finished a few minutes before them. Jason sat down next to me kissed Kieran a bit before asking, "Room service or restaurant?"

I thought about it for a moment, but Alonzo whispered in ear, "Restaurant, please."

I knew that Jason was waiting for my answer because he was trying to train the boys to wait for us to make decisions for them. I knew that Alonzo would never let himself be trained that way. Of course, I echoed his choice and said, "Restaurant, I think. We eat in the room a lot back on campus."

Jason smiled and I knew he thought I was pussy-whipped, but I didn't really care. I loved everything about Alonzo, even his steadfast resistance to being put in a subordinate position. What my boy didn't know was that I was taking it as a challenge. I didn't need or want him to be as submissive as Kieran, but I took his resistance as a challenge for me to overcome. I was going to get him to submit to me like an uke to his seme. Either that or I was going to have a great time trying.

Jason gave us our medicinals and then we took our boys to get them dressed. I never picked out clothes for Alonzo. He usually picked out clothes for me because he had good taste and I didn't. We were going casual today because we had to drive back to campus, so I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a blue green polo shirt. Alonzo was wearing mid-thigh length shorts and a purple and gold paisley shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He fussed with the chain I'd bought him until it was displayed properly.

Jason was dressed in black and red, like usual, and he was always more formal in his dress than I was. But Kieran was always colorful. His shorts were silky red booty shorts, slit high enough on the side to show his golden straps. He was wearing a shiny rainbow-colored shirt that glittered in the light.

We were seated immediately, and the waitress came around. She looked like she was in her mid to late thirties. She smiled when she saw us and handed our menus. Alonzo and I ordered coffee. Jason ordered sparkling water for himself and Kieran.

Alonzo ordered pancakes and bacon, then he leaned forward and said, "You can eat half my pancakes, big guy."

Kieran was pleading, "Can I have pancakes, please sir?"

Jason looked at the nutrition count and conceded, "You can have these Keto pancakes with sliced strawberries and whipped cream, a half-stack."

Kieran nodded and said, "Thank you sir."

Jason had two poached eggs, multigrain toast, and sliced tomatoes and half an avocado. It made me feel like a pig when I ordered steak and eggs, plus a side of bacon and a side of sausage. I was a big guy and needed a lot of fuel to keep going throughout the day. I also ate half of Alonzo's pancakes. Kieran ate almost all his pancakes, so I didn't try out the Keto cakes.

We went up to the room to pack up and get ready to go. Cornelius came by to get the suits he and his father had made, so he could put some enchantments on them for us. I called him aside and asked for 10 pairs of boy thongs for Alonzo in various colors. It was going to cost me $100, but I still had prize money remaining. And I wanted to see my sexy twink in those thongs.

Jason pulled me over to have a drink. "Let the boys do the packing," he said. "Kieran told me he wanted to stay home and take care of me when we're married, so I want him to get used to these domestic chores."

"I'm surprised you don't have servants at home to care of stuff like this," I said, gesturing around at the clothing still scattered around the room.

"I do," he said, "but Kieran will take of the intimate details. I think he wants to do it."

I sighed and replied, "But Alonzo isn't planning on being my house husband. I doubt he's happy that to be picking up after me."

Then I felt Alonzo's hair rub against my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder and said, "I already pick up after you, Stud. You're kind of a slob."

I reached back and pulled him over my shoulder, then smacked his butt hard.

"That's for sassing me, twinkie," I growled.

Alonzo giggled and said, "It'll take more than that to make me behave, papi."

We kissed for a couple of minutes, then he gave Jason a fake scowl and said, "I'd better go help Kieran, since you're intent on turning him into a houseboy."

Jason and I watched him walk away, his cute little brown butt teasing us as went. He knew what he was doing; he turned and looked over his shoulder to give me a wink before he went into the room to help Kieran.

"I'm in love with that twinkie," I said.

Jason nodded. "He's a cutie, that's for sure. But he needs more frequent spankings to keep him in line."

"He's not Kieran, you know, Jason," I replied. "Alonzo doesn't want me to spank him to make him do what he's told."

"Yes he does," he replied. "Why do you think he lets you know when he's being disobedient? He's begging you to spank him."

I didn't respond to that one because I didn't know what to say. Maybe Jason was right and maybe he was dead wrong. Alonzo had made it clear that he didn't want me to try and control his life, but Jason insisted that Alonzo considered the room or the house to be the same as the bedroom, that he wanted me to control him there. Whatever happened, I wasn't going to hurt him, physically or emotionally, not again.

Jason and I checked the rooms to make sure that nothing was left behind. They'd done a good job except that I noticed Kieran's sapphire stick pin behind the vanity in their room. He was a little careless with things except for his art supplies. That pin had a real star sapphire worth thousands of dollars on it. I didn't want to see trouble between him and Jason, so I tried to get it with my hand. It was just out of reach. I couldn't quite do it without moving the furniture.

Suddenly, my perception shifted, and I could feel the space between my hand and the pin. I reached out with my mind somehow and it was like an invisible arm stretched out toward the pin and the pin jumped into my hand. I was a little lightheaded, but I had to make sure I hadn't imagined it. I set the pin down on the vanity and then stood back. I stretch forth my hand and felt the space between my hand and the pin. Then the pin jumped into my hand again. Vertigo overwhelmed me and I almost fell.

This was new. I'd dreamed about moving things with my mind for the last couple of days, and I'd thought that the soap had jumped into my hand at one point two days ago, but now I'd confirmed it. Something was happening to me. I was both excited and wary.

Alonzo

When we got back to the dorm, it was time to get some work done. Jason and Erik went out to the gym at the rec center and Kieran and I cleaned both rooms. It was easier to do when we worked together. I knew more about cleaning, but Kieran was more enthusiastic about it.

"How do you get so excited by cleaning?" I asked. "Do you love it or something?"

Kieran shook his head. "I hate housework, but I like picking up after Jason. He does so much for me that I want to do things for him. Of course, he's neat compared to Erik."

He frowned a little at his last statement and looked around. It was true that Erik was like a tornado, leaving a mess behind him wherever he went. I'd been acting as his housekeeper since school began and I knew that I would continue because otherwise we'd both be living knee deep in his mess.

I took hold of Kieran and hugged him. It was true that we were almost the same size these days. I kissed him on the lips, but it was more like a passionate kiss between good friends than a kiss between lovers.

"Do you really want to give up any chance of your own career so you can stay home and be Jason's houseboy?" I asked him.

"Not a houseboy," he said, "his luantong, which means boy wife, but yes. I do want to take care of him, to serve him. If I learn to cook, I can even make food for him. I mean, I don't intend to give up on anything. Jason is going to change my major to art so I can concentrate on what I want to do. It was Valerian who gave me the idea. He takes care of Cornelius, but he still has time to work on his poetry. If I can do that with my art, it will be the best of all possible futures for me. I'd have everything I really want."

It seemed too limited to me, but he was so excited that I didn't want to burst his bubble. "And when you two have children, you can stay home and take care of them too," I added with a wink.

Jason gave me a look and said, "Alonzo, I'm gay but I'm not a girl. I can't give him children, but I would if I could. It's the one thing I can't do for him, no matter how much I want to do it."

"Oh, honey," I said, "Jason is a mage. I wouldn't put anything past him. I've been doing some reading and I think there's a spell for that, but you are too young to think about becoming a daddy or a mommy or whatever. I was just teasing you."

Kieran finished putting Erik's dirty clothes in the hamper, then turned to me and said, "I'm not ready yet, but I will be someday. Assuming Jason's parents don't hate me."

He looked sad. I got the impression that he'd been thinking about this point a lot. I pulled him over to the bed and wrapped my arms around him. Then I kissed his forehead.

"Sweetie pie, Jason loves you. It doesn't matter what his parents think, but I can't imagine for a moment that they won't adore you as much as Jason does," I said.

He looked over at me and replied, "Jason spends too much money on me. His parents will probably think I'm with him for his money, that I'm a ... a boy of low moral character. And I'm not good enough for him. He's sophisticated and he knows everything, and I'm a boy who didn't even own a suit until Jason bought me one. And I don't know anything about anything."

"Whoa! Slow down just a minute," I said. "Jason won't let his parents think you're greedy or a boy of low moral character. Leave it to him and trust him. He'll take care of you. He always does. And Jason loves you no matter how unsophisticated you think you are. I think he likes the fact that you're a little naïve. It makes him feel more sophisticated. Honey boy, you are just borrowing trouble. You'll see."

Kieran hugged me and said, "Thank you Alonzo. You made me feel better. You're a good friend."

We sorted the laundry the way Jason wanted it sorted, which was different from the way I had learned, but there was no arguing with Kieran when he was following Jason's orders. Then we got dressed, wearing the same cute outfits we were wearing earlier, and headed down to the laundry room. I noticed Kieran panicking when we entered the room.

"What's wrong, Kieran?" I asked with more than a little concern.

"This is where it started, eight days ago," he said. "I came down to do laundry and I was ... um ... somebody touched me, and I didn't like it, and then later that day was the dance ... and you know what happened there."

"Nobody will touch you today, Kieran," I said. "I'll kick their butts."

Kieran laughed a little and said, "Thank you, Alonzo. I needed that."

We did the laundry with some magic laundry pods Jason had made, and everything came out clean, soft and like new. We packed it up and were about to lug it upstairs when Jason and Erik came back and texted us to see where we were. When we told them, they made us wait so they could carry the laundry upstairs for us. We were lucky to have them, but I knew Jason was just reinforcing the fact that they were the men in our relationships, and we were the boys. It should have annoyed me, but it didn't. Maybe Kieran was wearing off on me, but we walked behind our guys, hand in hand.

Jason

I made sweet and gentle love Monday night with my boy to get him prepared for the week. He hadn't slept well last night. Around three in the morning, he'd begun moaning as if he were in pain and turning in my arms. I'd almost awakened him, but instead I'd held him, whispered words of love and encouragement and stroked his back. It was as bad as right after he'd been raped. I barely slept even after he'd finally settled down.

I got up earlier than him and took a refectio potion to counter the lack of sleep last night. Then I logged in to his account and changed his major to art; I set up a meeting with a counselor in the art department to discuss his new path to graduation; and I made a meeting with a lawyer from Brandt and Calloway for later that afternoon. He was taking the time necessary to come down and meet with us at the Starbucks just outside the gate. I downloaded some power of attorney forms and printed them out so I could be ready for the meeting.

I had Kieran make a list of all the work he had to get done for this week and noticed that he needed supervision to get everything done on time. He's been an A student in high school, but I thought he had too many distractions now, mostly me I feared. It was nice that he focused so intently on me, but I made a homework schedule for him and told him to let me know if he needed to meet with anyone from any of his classes.

He seemed tired, which didn't surprise me. He hadn't slept well at all.

"What's wrong, Kieran," I asked, touching the dark circles under his eyes.

He hugged me and said, "I had the dream last night. It wasn't the same, but it was similar. It was him and he was holding me down and ... I could feel his hands on my throat. This time he ... he did it. He got inside me, and I was helpless to fight him off."

He was crying at that point. It pained me that there was nothing I could do to make his pain go away. He'd started calling his attacker him again instead of acknowledging him by name. Uncle Kamon had told me that this was a warning sign. I was going to have to let him know.

"He can't get to you ever again, Little Prince," I said. "I failed you once, and I'll never fail you again."

I held him until he stopped crying. He was still taking a lot of alchemical concoctions, so I was trying not to give him anymore, but I mixed a second dose of medicinals for him with more anti-anxiety remedy and a little refectio to give him the energy to face the day. Tonight, I would give him something to help him sleep without dreams, but I couldn't do that every day. Then I walked him to his first class.

Thirty minutes into my psychology class, Kieran opened the door and came in. My friend Warren Cheng had talked to the professor to make sure it was okay. I was seated in the back taking notes, so my boy found me easily. He was timid and nervous, so I put my arm around him and held him close while the professor continued to talk.

"What's that?" Kieran whispered. I had a book open in front of me and the professor's words were appearing on the page as he spoke.

I whispered back, "The book jacket on this notebook is enchanted. It copies down all the words that are said so I can go back over them later. Now that your sworn to the Conclave I can use one in our Literature class as well."

He started to say something else, but I put my finger across his lips and gestured toward the professor. Kieran got quiet and laid his head against my chest. He was watching the words appear on the page, and he was gently stroking my leg. I kissed the top of his head and squeezed him tight. Once I gotten him quieted down, he didn't distract me anymore.

When class was over, and I was packing my stuff, Warren came over to me and nodded toward Kieran. I stood up and introduced them, "Warren, this is my luantong Kieran. Kieran, this is Warren. I've known his family for years, so he's safe."

Warren didn't put his hand on my boy. He understood respectful behavior. My relationship with Kieran was old fashioned, but it had long precedent in the mage community. And no man should touch my luantong without my permission. Warren bowed in his direction.

"I'm pleased to meet you for real, Kieran," he said. "Jason has told me a lot about you, so I feel like I already know you."

Kieran kept his arms around my waist, but he looked at Warren and said, "Pleased to meet you, sir."

"Damn, Jason, he's a polite little thing," he said. "Your mother is going to fall in love the first time she meets him."

I pulled him close to me and said, "I know that. He still thinks my parents are going to hate him because I spend a little money on him."

Warren looked at me for permission. When I nodded, he took Kieran's chin in his hand and lifted his face up so he could look him in the eyes.

"I've known Ms. Lee for my whole life," he said. "Trust me on this one, Kieran. She won't have to talk to you more than a few minutes to see the truth even if she did think badly of you before meeting you. She'll know you're not greedy. She'll see how much you love her son and she'll know you're perfect for him. But she won't make up her mind until she gets a chance to talk to you."

"Thank you, sir," Kieran said.

I mouthed thank you back to him. And then I led Kieran out with me. We had some lunch and then there was a little time for us to sit in one of the lounges and cuddle before our literature class. I loved holding Kieran like this, with his long legs showing and everyone who saw us being consumed by jealousy. I knew it wouldn't last. Soon it would be too cold for me to dress him like this, and I would have to resort to something else to show how sexy he was.

During the literature class, I slipped a different notebook into the book jacket so I could record the notes for later review. Kieran and I had already discussed the book and I knew he had some good insights. I made him share three insights during the discussion, then I let him sit quietly for the rest of the class.

We barely had time to get to the Starbucks in time to meet with the lawyer. We were greeted by a good-looking man in his early forties wearing a jacket and tie. He smiled and introduced himself as Lawrence Krupp.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Kieran," he said, extending his hand.

Kieran sat close to me and took the man's hand. I held my hand out to him and said, "Hello, I'm Jason Lee, Kieran's boyfriend and he asked me to be here with him today."

"Well, Mr. Lee," he said, "You can be here, but I need to talk with Kieran."

I agreed and took my seat.

"Kieran, I represent your parent's estate," he said. "They left a trust fund to take care of you. While you were a minor, the monthly payments were sent to your Uncle Craig Morgan, but now you're an adult."

I couldn't help myself. I interrupted and asked, "How much money did Kieran's uncle get to pay for his upkeep?"

He looked over at Kieran and asked, "Is it okay if I talk to Mr. Lee here? It's irregular, but you keep looking at him whenever I say anything."

Kieran replied, "Jason is my boyfriend. Actually, he's my fiancé. He just asked me to marry him this weekend, but we haven't set a date. Anything you say to me, I'm going to check with him first anyway because he's more experienced than I am in most things."

The lawyer saw which way the wind was blowing, and he turned to me. "The amount paid each week came to $1000 after taxes. Since he was the boy's legal guardian and closest relative, we couldn't check up on him as often or as thoroughly as we wanted. We asked some pointed questions one year and he made sure to buy cheap used Chromebooks for all the kids in the house that year for Christmas. We suspected that he was misusing the funds, but we had no grounds to convince a judge. But we needed to ask about this ..."

He showed us some paperwork with a bank account number and Kieran's signature. I read it through carefully and then said, "Kieran, your Uncle Craig is trying to get the lawyers to deposit the remaining money into a joint bank account under your name and his."

Kieran looked at it and said, "That's my bank account. Uncle Craig is on the account so he can look out for me."

"That's not good, Kieran," I said. "And this isn't your signature on the papers."

The lawyer sat back looking satisfied. "That's what we thought," he said. "We decided that we needed to meet you face to face to make sure that you'd signed this paperwork. I didn't trust your uncle, even though we have this same signature on several documents from over the years."

I looked at Kieran and said, "Put your Personal ID number into my phone here so I can check this account."

Kieran did. He'd been forced to set his account up for online use when he came to school. I looked through his financial records and became even more angry.

"Kieran, the records show that every week until your 18th birthday $1000 was deposited into this account on Friday and then was transferred to a different account within the hour. Did you even know that your uncle was getting paid that much money to take care of you?"

"No sir," he said. "Uncle Craig always said that it was expensive for him to keep me."

I looked at the lawyer and said, "We need to get Kieran's money into an account of his own, one without his uncle on it."

"I'm sorry to say that we'll need an account without you on it as well, Mr. Lee," the lawyer said. "I want to make sure he gets the remainder of the funds himself."

"How much will that be?" I asked.

"A little more than $360,000 after taxes," he said. "And now you know why I need to make sure that Kieran gets his money and no one else can take it from him."

After the meeting, I took Kieran across the street and had him open a new account, transferring the remaining balance from his joint account with his Uncle Craig as the initial deposit. While we were there, I had Kieran sign the power of attorney paperwork and got the document notarized at the bank. I didn't want or need his money, but I was not going to let his crooked uncle touch one cent of it.

Kieran

The second week of school was beginning well. Jason helped me set up a schedule for completing my work. It was more complicated keeping up with classes in college than it had been in high school, and I was falling behind in everything but art. Before college, I was focused on school because I had no personal life. It was harder now. All I wanted to do was draw pictures of Jason. My notebooks were getting full of them.

My other classes went well. Sally Minh made me tell her all about the weekend. She seemed even more excited than I was when I told her about Jason's proposal. She kept hugging me and calling me Mr. Lee. She made me promise to invite her to the wedding no matter when or where it would be.

Meghan was still calling me princess, but she seemed nicer about it. She even asked me to get together with her to study for the first quiz. Math wasn't her strongest subject and she saw that I was getting the subject. Then she took me to the psychology building and I remembered to join Jason in his class instead of sitting in the lounge. I spent the time leaning against him and stroking his leg. I felt naughty because I kept thinking about sucking his cock during class.

It was nice to meet another one of Jason's friends. Warren Cheng was a graduate student with pale skin like me. He had a round face and thin lips. His straight black hair and narrow brown eyes were like Jason's. I thought he looked nice. It was even nicer when he assured me that Jason's mom was going to like me. I hoped he was right because the thought of meeting his parents was making me feel a little sick in the stomach. I knew that they were coming to see the school in a few weeks for parents' weekend.

Afterwards, we had lunch and then I sat on Jason's lap in one of the lounges of the Student Union. We kissed and Jason kept stroking my leg and my butt right there in front of everyone. I was worried because everyone could see us, but I was excited and kept wishing that he would take me somewhere private and fuck me again. Jason liked to show me off, so I sat there and let him do it.

After our last class, Jason took me to see the lawyer. I was relieved that I wasn't in trouble with the law somehow. Sadness overwhelmed me when he started talking about my parents' death, so I missed the part about the money in the trust fund when he first mentioned it.

I couldn't believe him when he claimed that Uncle Craig had been stealing my money instead of using it to take care of me. I could tell that Jason was getting madder as the lawyer spoke. I was glad he was there to take care of the financial stuff because I kept thinking of all the times Uncle Craig had told me that I was costing him money staying in his house. But Jason took care of it. He had me open a new bank account so the money could be transferred there.

It was after this that Jason took me back to our room to meet his friend Rakesh Mishra. He was a nice-looking man of Indian heritage, not American Indian, but India Indian. He was a couple of inches shorter than Jason, and he had a more muscular build. He was also very hairy. I could see it on his arms and peeking out the top of his shirt. He had dark brown hair and light brown skin. His eyes were a golden shade of light brown and they seemed to look inside your soul when he looked at you.

He spoke to Jason and ignored me until Jason made the introductions, "Rakesh, I'd like to introduce you to my luantong Kieran. And Kieran, this is Rakesh Mishra."

Rakesh held out his hand and I took it. "I'm pleased to meet you, sir."

His grip was firm and manly. Like Jason, he had a scent that let you know he was a man and that he was the master of whatever space he was in. I liked him, but I found him a little bit intimidating. He smiled at me, but it wasn't one of those scary smiles some guys gave me where I knew they were thinking about putting their hands on me.

We were meeting in our dorm room, which made me feel a little uncomfortable because I was wearing clothes and I'd gotten used to being naked in the room. I kept looking at Jason, but he didn't say anything. He'd told me to leave my clothes on this time because we had company coming over.

"Are you nervous about something, Kieran?" Rakesh asked me. "Your mental aura shows some agitation."

Jason replied before I could, "Kieran is probably nervous because he doesn't normally wear clothes in our room." Then he looked at me and said, "It's okay, Kieran. I'll discuss it with Rakesh and then let you know what we're going to do."

Rakesh let his eyes wander over my body then said, "It would be easier for me to examine him if I could touch his skin and trace his energy channels."

Jason nodded and said, "Remove your clothing, Kieran."

I was embarrassed to be taking my clothes off in front of a man I's just met, but also excited because it felt a little naughty and relieved because I wasn't comfortable wearing clothes in the room anyway. I pulled them off and put them neatly on the desk. I was hard and leaking.

Rakesh saw my embarrassment and said, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, little one. Meeting new people excites me too."

Then he turned to Jason and asked, "Do you allow him any sexual relief?"

fJason replied, "He doesn't have orgasms from manipulating the penis. His orgasms come from me pleasuring his gay spot."

"So, you aren't practicing a tantric ritual to preserve his power," Rakesh said. "That's good to know. Tantric rituals can influence the learning of mind magic."

"Then you should know that Kieran and I are tantrically entangled," Jason said.

Rakesh nodded and replied, "That doesn't surprise me. Seeing you two next to each other, I can see the ways in which your auras are interacting even when you do nothing."

Turning to me, Rakesh said, "Your aura shows strong empathy, moderate telepathy and clairsentience and a latent talent for healing. I can help you with all your active talents. I may be able to awaken your latent talent, but I won't promise anything. Do you have questions?"

I nodded. "Yes sir. What do I have to do to learn to use these talents?"

The idea that I had magic powers of my own was still new and strange to me, but I was excited at the same time. It was like I was becoming more a part of Jason's world, and I liked that idea.

Rakesh replied, "We'll be practicing meditation and yoga mostly. We'll need to meet three times week in my studio. And you'll have to practice an hour or so every day we're not meeting. Can you commit to that?"

I looked over at Jason and he nodded at me. "Yes sir," I said. "I can do it."

Rakesh made me sit down on the floor with him and practice breathing. I'd been breathing all my life, but he wanted me to do it in a certain way and to move certain muscles as I did. When I didn't get it right the first time, he sat behind me and put his hands on my body. He made me sit perfectly upright and breathe deeply. He touched muscles he wanted me to flex. After we ran through it a few times, he told me to practice for an hour every day except for Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday.

Then he stood up and spoke to Jason. "I can work with him naked in my studio, or you can buy him some yoga tights. And you should know that I may have to touch him intimately, both mentally and physically."

"Can I be there?" he asked Rakesh.

"It would be better if you weren't since you're so mentally entangled, but so long as you don't interfere physically or mentally, it should be okay," he said. "I'm not trying to steal your boy. He's very pretty, but I'm not getting between a man and his luantong."

Rakesh smiled at me and put his hands on the sides of my face, then shook Jason's hand goodbye. We had a couple of hours before we were meeting Erik and Alonzo for dinner, so Jason picked me up and carried me to the bed.

"I'm proud of you, little prince," he said. "You held up well today despite the revelations. Tell me what's on your mind."

I took a deep breath. I didn't know how to express myself. I buried my face in Jason's chest. He rubbed my back while I collected myself.

"My uncle lied to me," I said. "He pretended I was costing him money, but he was getting $52,000 a year for taking care of me. That's more than most people make in a year. He never bought us new clothes. Aunt Bethany shopped at the church rummage sales and the local used clothes stores to buy for us. If I wanted to join a sports team, I had to work to get the money to cover the fees. We never did anything fun together. And he had the money. And now I find out that he's trying to take the last of the money my parents left. He filled out my FAFSA for school, so I didn't know why I didn't qualify for any grants. I earned some scholarships, but I had to take out loans to cover most of the cost of school, when I could have just paid for it."

My voice was getting ragged, and tears had come to my eyes. I felt like a baby, but Jason didn't care. He never looked down on me. He just accepted me for who I was, anxieties, emotional breakdowns, and all. He kissed my eyes and held me until I got control of my breathing.

"Do you want me to send my family's lawyers to investigate your uncle and see if we can sue him?" he asked.

I shook my head. "If I didn't need it, I'd just tell him to keep the money. It's all he ever wanted from me anyway."

Jason sighed and said, "No Kieran. That's not going to happen. You can forget about him. You can even forgive him if you want to, but I never will. I'm not going to allow you to reward him for abusing you over the years by giving him that much money."

I looked up at him and said, "Maybe I can pay you back for everything you've given me now that I have some money. And maybe I can take you out to dinner for a change."

Jason laughed at me and kissed me. "Don't be silly, little prince," he said. "Those things were gifts, and it's my job as your man to pay for your dinners. Save that money for something you want to buy for yourself."

"I'll probably need it to pay for my school next year and to pay off the loans for this year," I said.

Jason hugged me tight. "We'll talk about it later if you want, but it's my intention to pay your tuition next year."

I would have argued, but Jason was in one of his moods where he wasn't going to listen. He'd made up his mind and he was unlikely to change it. I had no idea what I was going to do with more than $350,000. Maybe I could buy something nice for Jason. If it was a gift, he'd have to let me do it.

Jason's kisses became more insistent, and I could feel his erection pressing into my butt. He didn't like me to take charge like Alonzo did sometimes with Erik, so I let myself go limp in his arms and I parted my lips. I rubbed his strong chest with one hand. Jason responded by covering my mouth completely with his and thrusting his tongue inside me. He tweaked my hard nipples with his free hand, but then he moved it down to rub my hole, causing me to moan a little around his tongue in my mouth.

He broke off the kiss, pressed on my hole and teased, "What does my little prince need?"

"I need you inside me, sir," I whispered. "You make me feel wanted and loved."

Jason looked me in the eyes and said firmly, "You are wanted, by me. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. And you are loved. I love you, but so do Alonzo and Erik. Cornelius loves you. His dad loves you. Valerian loves you. Darren loves you. Sally loves you. Professor Gordon loves you. Lots of people love you. And I'm going to show you how much I love you."

He kissed me less gently, with a lot more passion as he laid me on my back. He moved between my thighs and kissed my chest, paying special attention to my nipples, his strong arms sliding under my back.

"I love the feeling of your smooth skin quivering under my lips, and I love the little whimpering moans you make when I touch you here," he said, moving one hand down to touch my hole.

I moaned louder. It was like my whole skin was coming to life and taking notice of his fingers and their magic touch. "Please ...," I whined.

"Please ... what, beautiful prince? Tell your man what you need," he said.

"I need you to ... to show me how much you love me," I cried.

Jason held me in his arms and showed me exactly what I needed. He played my body like a finely tuned instrument, keeping me on the edge until I was crying from anticipation. He didn't even fuck me. He used his mouth and his fingers on my butt until I cried out and oozed cum all over myself. Then he licked me clean and kissed me with the cum still in his mouth. I fell asleep in his arms, and he held me until it was time to shower and get ready for our dinner date. We ate late on Tuesdays and Thursdays because Alonzo had a dance class until 7:30.

Erik

I was surprised when Alonzo showed up at 10:30 outside my history class. I walked over to him and lifted him up for a kiss. With thirteen inches difference in our heights, it was easier to pick Alonzo up than to bend down to kiss him. I knew that some of our fellow students were disgusted at our public display of affection, but I didn't care. A lot of the students were jealous that I had the prettiest boy on campus as my own.

"What brings you here?" I asked. I knew we both had a break in our classes at this time.

He whispered in my ear, "Did you forget our fuck break, papi?"

My ears were burning with embarrassment. "You don't have to do that anymore, Alonzo," I said. "It wasn't me; it was that other guy."

He nibbled my ear and said, "But I'm a horny boy, papi. And I need you. Unless you don't want me anymore."

He was doing a fake pout, complete with puppy dog eyes. I was painfully hard. The problem with a eleven-inch cock is that it can't become comfortably erect without sliding down the leg of my pants. Alonzo wasn't making it easier by pushing his hard cock against my abdomen.

"We have one hour before your Music Theory class," I said, "so there's time for us to run to our room and have a quick fuck before we get you to class."

It was only possible because the history building was very close to our dorm. We left hand in hand, and we ran to the dorm. When we got to the lobby, I threw Alonzo over my shoulder and ran up the stairs with him. I almost ran into a couple of girls on the way up, but I stammered out an apology.

"Sorry. I'm in a hurry. Not much time before I must get this boy to class, and his butt needs my attention."

They seemed shocked, but they laughed it off. Alonzo was pounding playfully on my back and calling me a brute, but I knew he loved it. I ran past Sebastian and opened our door. Once we were in the room, I tossed him on the bed and stripped his clothes off. Then I fell on top of him and crushed his lips with my own.

"Is this rough enough for you, sexy twink boy, because I can get rougher if you want it," I said.

"It's good for a start, papi," he smiled at me with his beautiful lips. "Now rape my ass and tell me how dirty I am."

I shoved a lube sphere up his butt and then stripped off my clothes. He was licking his lips and fluttering his long eyelashes at me. I spent a minute staring at his beautiful caramel colored skin and his small, hairless cock. He was hard and throbbing already, so I knew he was enjoying himself.

I took one hand and grabbed his throat. "Pull your legs up and show me your cute little boy hole," I snarled. "I'm going to fuck you like the sexy little slut you are."

He ignored the firm grip I had on his throat and pulled his legs up and to the side so I could see his little rosebud peaking at me from between those firm dancers' cheeks.

"Like this, you terrible brute?" he asked. "I can't stop you from having your wicked way with me. You're too strong and I'm too small."

I let go of his throat just long enough to shove my eleven inches inside him. The lube worked like a charm, so he was slippery enough, but my cock was wide enough that it was always a tight fit. The cries of pain he made when I forced my way inside him were real, but I knew that he enjoyed it so long as I was careful. I held still and let the pain subside as his ass accommodated me.

"Your cock is so big," he cried. "It's tearing my little hole apart."

I slapped his face, leaving a red mark. "You're a natural born slut and you'll survive," I replied.

I started fucking him harder, thrusting in and out with a savage energy. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I put both hands around his throat. I wasn't really going to choke him, even if he said he wanted it. I wasn't sure enough about myself to risk it.

"It hurts!" he cried. "Don't. Stop."

He was pleading but the look in his eyes were telling me, "Don't stop".

"It's supposed to hurt, slut boy," I growled. "Your cries are music to my ears."

I had never gotten off on roleplay or any kind of rough sex until I met Alonzo. But he liked it, and I would do anything to make him happy. And who was I to kid myself. I was beginning to enjoy it as well. We made sweet and gentle love most of the time, but when he wanted to play rough, I indulged him.

His cries were taking on a huskier tone and his breath was slowing down. I knew he was close. He had several tells to let me know when he was going to cum, and he was showing them all to me. The change in tone and the slow breath, but also the little whimpers and the way he bit his lower lips harder than usual and his hands clenched. Right now, his nails were digging into my arm. When I felt the first spasm of his ring, I thrust inside him as deep as I could go and held it there. His tight little ass squeezed me hard enough to send me over the edge as well. I let go of his throat and pulled him tight against me and kissed him while we climaxed.

We barely had time to clean up before Alonzo had to get to class. We licked each other clean. I was beginning to enjoy the sweet taste of his semen, and he seemed to love mine. I watched him while he was getting dressed and I noticed that he had red marks around his throat.

"I hope I didn't really hurt you," I said, tracing the marks with my fingers.

"I'll be fine," he said. "It was rough, but I kept goading you on because it was as hot as hell."

He jumped up and wrapped his arms around my neck to kiss me goodbye and I started putting my own clothes back on.

Jason

Dinner with Erik and Alonzo was great. We went to Wang's Garden, the Chinese restaurant I sometimes ordered from. I called ahead to check on the "secret menu", a list of things that were more Chinese and less American that were usually available. Most Americans didn't like traditional Chinese foods. And this restaurant was run by Taiwanese Americans, so they had some of my favorite dishes from home.

I ordered for the table, and we had ba-wan, a Taiwanese dumpling with a chewy dough and a filling of pork and mushrooms; cha siu bao, steamed buns with barbeque pork; and Taiwanese beef noodle soup. I had to avoid the ubiquitous seafood options because Kieran was such a picky eater. Erik gave up on chopsticks and asked for a spoon and fork, but Alonzo mastered their use in about two minutes. Kieran didn't really try. He like it when I fed him with my chopsticks.

We were served by the owner because she was happy to have someone who could speak Taiwanese (a dialect of Hokkien). Her husband's family was from Sichuan, and they had a lot of spicy food on main menu, but Taiwanese cuisine wasn't usually spicy. She told me in Taiwanese how cute she thought my boyfriend was. I told her he was my luantong and she ruffled his hair. Kieran perked up because it was one of the few Chinese words he knew.

We agreed to try and go out to dinner on Tuesdays and Fridays, and to try and keep Saturday as a double date night back in the suite. I felt like things were becoming normal. It seemed to me that Erik had something on his mind, but I didn't want to press him.

Erik

Before dinner, Alonzo had his Dance Aerobics class, so I went to the studio to take my first kali class. There weren't many students, which was probably why the classes cost so much, but I was happy to pay it. Justin Aquino, the owner of the studio, told me that I had great promise since my reflexes were so good. We started with simple martial arts moves, but he allowed us to use the bastons, the rattan cane used alongside the open hand techniques. I made sure to memorize the movements exactly. I planned to practice for an hour or more every day.

I purchased two training uniforms and two bastons before leaving the studio. The cost of the classes was going to add up. I could afford it, but it would mean tightening my belt. I was reluctantly going to have to rely on Jason to pay for more things we did together. I didn't like relying on him so much. It made me feel less of an equal partner.

On the plus side, I'd been practicing moving things with my mind all day. It made me dizzy and it was giving me headaches to do it for too long. I needed to talk to Jason about it, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up. I'd done something when I promised Alonzo that I would always be able to protect him. It was during Nico's magic ritual and that may have given my words power.

During dinner, I almost brought it up several times, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Alonzo. And I was happy that my boy was scooted up next to me while we ate. He wasn't as cuddly as Kieran was with Jason. One of these days I was going to get him on my lap during dinner the way Jason did with his boy.

Kieran

Wednesday began the way I liked my days to begin. Jason held me while I was sleeping and kissed me awake gently. There had been few days since I'd moved in with him that I hadn't awaked with his lips on my skin. I tried to pretend I was asleep so he'd keep it up, but Jason could always tell. He started tickling my ribs until I giggled uncontrollably.

"Stop it, sir," I pleaded. "If you don't stop, I'm going to pee all over myself."

"That's your excuse every time you misbehave," he said. "One of these days I'm going to call you on that and see what happens. But let's get you to the bathroom just in case."

Jason led me to the bathroom and watched me go. When I was done, he pulled me into the shower, and he washed me. It used to be that I would wash him, but I had a hard time reaching his head these days.

"I miss being able to wash you in the shower, sir," I said with a wistful tone in my voice.

Jason handed me a washcloth to put over my eyes while he lathered my hair. "But it's better this way," he said. "I get to wash you, and you ... you're still going to get a chance to suck my cock in the shower."

I was happy that I was going to be able to taste him this morning, but I knew that meant he wasn't going to fuck me. He always waited to shower until after we made love if we were going to do it in the morning. Once he'd washed me completely, he handed me the washcloth.

"You can wash me off now if you want to, Little Prince," he said.

Jason had already washed his hair, so I started with his face and worked my way down. I loved his muscular chest and took any opportunity to touch it, even with a washcloth. After his arms and his abdomen, I skipped his groin and started again at his feet, working my up. Once I'd finished his strong thighs, I set the washcloth down.

"May I please suck your cock, sir," I asked.

He put a hand on my cheek and asked, "Do you want to wash it first?"

I shook my head and said, "No sir, it tasted better before I wash it."

It's not like he was dirty. He showered regularly, but his cock tasted more like him before it was cleaned, and I liked the way he tasted. He rubbed my lips with his thumb and then said, "You may suck my cock now."

I kissed the tip and licked the drop of precum that was hanging from his foreskin. I skinned him back and slid the head in my mouth. I'd never been able to get the whole thing in my throat, and it had gotten even harder to do as I shrank. But I took about half of it and sucked with all my skill. My hands moved up to stroke his balls, the source of the seed that was about to fill my mouth.

His cock grew harder and expanded in my mouth and I felt his testicles drawing up. His hand closed around mine and squeezed just a little. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, but he was guiding my hand. And then he came and flooded my mouth with his creamy seed. The flavor filled my mouth and the scent rose into my sinuses. I sucked until no more cum came out and his testicles had relaxed.

Then I washed him carefully, front and back. His firm buttocks drew my attention. I kissed him gently on one cheek, then on the other. It was the crevice in between that I couldn't put out of my mind. When I washed him there, I saw his hole. It intrigued me. He loved mine, and I thought his was sexy. Of course, everything about him was sexy. I kissed his brown hole quickly and then pulled back. I touched it gently with a finger. It felt strong and resilient. I poked it again and Jason laughed.

"Does my ass confuse you, Little Prince," he asked.

He turned off the water and then turned to face me. He grabbed a towel and began during me off. He was gentle and spent a lot of time making sure that I was dry. He took special care with my hair.

"Your hair is beautiful, Kieran," he said. "You'll have time to let it dry. It's still early."

Then he picked me up and carried back into our room and sat down on the bed holding me. "Do you want to play with my hole, Kieran?" he asked. "Do you want to put your little penis inside me?"

I shook my head vigorously and said, "No sir. I just wanted to look at it. I'm trying to see what you like so much about mine."

He kissed my head and said, "Yours is different from mine. It's pretty and pink, and it tastes delicious. I like it because it's natural for men like me to be attracted to pretty little holes like yours. But it's okay if you want to play with mine a little, or even to taste it, but you must give me warning do what I can to be clean and ready for you. I've fallen in love with you, and I'll let you try anything you want, even if it isn't something I enjoy."

"No sir," I said. "I don't want to put my penis in there. It wouldn't feel right to me, but I just felt like kissing it. Was that a bad thing?"

"No baby," he said. "It wasn't bad. It was ... sweet. And if I had time, I would kiss yours and play with it some this morning, but I must go check on the new lab Sebastian has set up for me."

He went over and stuck two multigrain English muffins in the toaster he'd bought and then cut an avocado into slices. He put two pieces of avocado toast on a plate for me and put a few roasted almonds next to it. He finished with a bottle of water. He used a water purifier and reusable bottles so we wouldn't make more trash. He took the rest of the avocado on the second muffin.

"Be sure to eat all of this Kieran," he said. "That's only a third of an avocado and few nuts. And when it's time, go downstairs and wait for Darren."

I finished my breakfast, even though it made me feel full. Then I checked my phone for messages. I had one from Steven, so I started chatting.

Steven: Kieran, did you find out what that registered letter was about.

Me: I did. It was asking me what I wanted to do with the remainder of the trust fund my parents left me.

Steven: Trust fund? How much? What did you do?

Me: A little more than $350,000 after taxes. I put it in a bank account that's only in my name. Jason can get to it because I gave him a power of attorney, but he doesn't need my money.

Steven: Was your uncle stealing from you?

Me: I don't know. He got $1000 a week for taking care of me. I don't know how much of it he spent on me.

Steven: Don't get mad, but your uncle is a piece of shit. I hate him. Send me a picture ... please.

I took a picture just showing my face and sent it to him.

Steven: You look good. I am coming to visit on family weekend. If your uncle bothers to show, I'm going to kick his ass.

Me: He's an old man, Steven. It wouldn't be much of a challenge.

Steven: It would still be fun. Post more pictures online. Your boyfriend hasn't accepted my friend request on FB and I want to see you.

He sent me a picture of himself with a sad face. The text said, I miss you.

I wished I'd been able to be open about myself in high school. I would have been all over Steven. But then I wouldn't have been a virgin when I met Jason and maybe he wouldn't have wanted me then. It was weird now that Steven had told me that he was gay and that he'd liked me all through high school. That weekend he'd asked me to the lake house with his family, was he planning on telling me then and kissing me for the first time? I'd almost gone, but I hadn't wanted to spend two weeks with my cousin Dylan. And I'd been so mad at Dylan that I refused to go near him. That was the year that the two of us had just started talking. I'd even let him into my room, but then he turned on me and ... I didn't want to think about it.

I was looking forward to seeing him, but I had to explain it to Jason. I didn't want him to get jealous.

I went to Facebook. I didn't really have a lot of friends and I didn't post much. I went through the pictures Jason had sent me. I posted a few G-rated pictures. Then I posted about the trust fund. And finally, I accepted the friend requests from Jason's mother and his cousin Vincent DiCanzio. I was surprised to see that Vincent also looked Chinese, or at least part Chinese despite his name. He was a few of years older than Jason. He listed his high school as The Academy, with no webpage available, and his college as UCLA School of Law. Jason's mother was named May Lee and she was also a lawyer.

Neither of them had much on their page except for pictures of family and friends. I was finally seeing what Jason's family looked like. His brother looked just like his father and his sister looked just like his mother. Jason looked like a combination of both. Vincent was dating a Chinese American girl named Viviane Wu from San Francisco. They didn't look so intimidating to me, at least not online.

Jason had laid out some clothes for me, so I put them on. I was in a baby blue tee shirt and tiny pink shorts. When I met Darren, he shook his head and smiled at me.

"Jason does likes you looking totally gay, doesn't he?" He asked. "I have to say that you look very tempting."

Now that Jason wasn't jealous of Darren anymore, I felt free to lean my head against his shoulder while we were walking. We also sat that way all through class. Ms. Bierce was shooting daggers at us with her eyes, but Joe Peters was studiously ignoring us. Darren whispered in my ear, "If he looks at you mean, I'm going to beat the shit out of him."

Next up was history and Darren dropped me off at Clarissa's office. She asked me about my training with Rakesh Mishra. It was like she knew everything I was doing. She kept staring at me while we talked until finally she seemed to snap.

"Did Jason send you out this morning with your hair in tangles?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Usually he brushes my hair, but he had to leave early today, and I forgot," I said.

She closed the door and then pulled out her wand. "I'm going to fix this for you this morning, but you need to remind Jason to take care of you," she said. "He's the one who's enabling your helplessness. Or you need to get Alonzo to teach how to pretty yourself up."

She waved her wand around and murmured some words I wasn't paying attention to. She fussed for a little bit then stood back and nodded. She gave me a smile and showed me a mirror. She'd done a great job. My hair was braided in the front and the braids joined in the back and ran down the full length where it was tied together with a pink and gold ribbon. The braid was laying on top of most of my hair in the back.

"You're very pretty, Kieran," she said. "But let me give you some advice. You need to start doing some things for yourself. I'm not saying that Jason made you gay. We both know it doesn't work that way. But he made you accept that you're gay. And to look at you, folks would assume that you've been out your whole life, but you're new to acting gay, dressing gay and grooming like a gay boy. Please, in the name of the Thrice Great, talk to Alonzo. He'd love to teach you."

Then she took me with her to class and sat me next to a female student in the front row. If Jason was my father figure, I wondered if Clarissa was my mother figure. I didn't know why I'd never asked Alonzo for help. He always looked gorgeous.

I went back to the room to do my homework while waiting for Jason to get back. I'd been so distracted by all the changes and events in my life that I'd fallen behind. It wasn't until Jason had made me write it all out that I realized how much I needed to do. I was chatting with Sally Minh on Google while I was working.

"Are you naked, Kieran?" she asked when I leaned over to grab something.

I blushed and replied, "Jason doesn't want to wear clothes in our room. Sorry. I can put something on. I just have to text Jason and ask if it's okay."

"No! It's okay, Kieran," she replied. "I don't mind, really. You know how I feel about bishi-boys, and you are one of the bishiest boys I've ever met."

She didn't embarrass me anymore, although I noticed that she kept looking at me, especially when I moved. We worked on art for a while then she helped me with my math homework. It wasn't hard, but it moved fast. I was remembering the work while I was doing it, since I'd taken algebra in high school. Sally was an engineering major, and she knew her math very well. She was several levels above me, but she was helping me anyway. And I didn't really care that she was seeing me naked. I liked being naked. It made me feel comfortable.

After she helped me, I would meet with Meghan and help her study.

Alonzo

I was about to go to my Choral Vocals class when I was approached by Billy McAndrews, the guitarist for the band I's auditioned for. It still didn't have a name. He was six feet tall and had short brown hair and a scruffy beard. I found him attractive in an almost average sort of way. He clapped a big, long fingered hand on my back and said, "Good news, sexy boy. You were our top pick for the vocalist position in the band. You and Mariah will be sharing the spotlight, but you'll be doing most of the heavy lifting. We practice every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tomorrow we set the time. We'll try to play a few sets every Saturday morning unless we have a gig. I need to know you can commit to this schedule, because we want to play during the Heritage Day celebration next month and I'm trying to get us on the schedule for Family Weekend in three weeks. It's a big job for a little guy. Can you handle it?"

I jumped up and threw my arms around him and shouted, "Yes! Thank you!"

"Whoa little guy," he said. "You're sharing the spotlight with Mariah, not her boyfriend."

I blushed a little, but he said, "What the hell," and he kissed me and smacked my butt. "That was just because you're cute when you're excited. Don't expect it every time, although Mariah would probably love to see that."

My head was spinning when I went to class. Professor Gantz saw me coming and whispered, "Congratulations, Alonzo. We'll start building you a musical portfolio this year. Now get in position and remember – No dancing!"

Chastened, I took my spot. I'd forgotten to grab a folder with the music in it, but the girl next to me held hers in front of both of us. "If I rest my hand on your back, will it help you stand still," she asked.

I smiled at her and said, "Maybe. I hope so."

"You remind me of my hyperactive younger brother," she said with a laugh. "He's also cute when he shakes his booty."

I felt her hand on my lower back where no one could see it from the front, and it did seem to calm me a little. We made it almost all the way through class without an incident. Then we were singing "True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper. My neighbor had removed her hand from my back, and I wasn't looking at the lyrics because I knew this song so well. That's when I started moving and I was so caught up in the music that I didn't even feel the magic start to flow through me. A halo of scintillating rainbow colors flashed across the lights in the room and played across the windows and other reflective surfaces.

I heard a voice behind me whispering, "Dissolvetur textilis arcana!"

The lights flashed and then the aura disappeared. The whole class was in an uproar. Professor Gantz looked at the clock. There were only 10 minutes left, so he called the class to order, gave a few last-minute instructions, mostly to check the website for materials to look over before next class, and dismissed us early.

As I was leaving, I felt Reggie Delmar's hand clamp down on my shoulder. He was leading me out of the building, and he wasn't being gentle about it.

"We need to talk, now!" he said, leading me off the sidewalk and away from the other students. "What in the name of the name of the Thrice Great did you think you were doing in there? If I hadn't put a stop to it, the whole class would have had a tale to tell and then Sebastian would be calling the custodes down on our heads."

I opened my mouth to protest my innocence but realized that I must have done it. And then I realized that Reggie was holding a wand and that he knew about secret mage stuff. All I could say was, "You're a mage?"

He rolled his eyes in his handsome dark face and said, "Of course I am, you little twit. And you'd better give me a good reason not to call Sebastian in right now."

"I didn't know I was doing it," I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed. "Sometimes it happens when I'm dancing. I didn't mean to ..."

Reggie laughed and put away his wand. He didn't seem angry anymore. He seemed to find something funny instead. He grabbed me and gave me a hug. He was patting me down at the same time.

"No wand, and you didn't know you were even casting a spell," he said. "You're a real, honest to magic songmage! Dammit boy, I was already jealous of you and now this. Can we get some lunch and talk about this?"

"Sure," I said.

I let him put his arm around me and walked me over to the Student Union. There was a place that sold Greek gyros. Without thinking about it, I bought a gyro platter instead of just a sandwich. I'd grown used to Erik finishing my food for me so I usually ordered something larger than I could eat. Reggie finished it for me.

"Does Clarissa know that you're a songmage?" he asked.

"Yes, she does," I said. "She wasn't quite as excited as you were, but almost."

"That explains your perfect pitch. I'm jealous of that, you know. And it explains why you can't stop moving. Music is your bones. That's why you can't stop moving that cute little butt of yours. Please tell me that you'll let me practice for music class with you. Maybe some of your talent will rub off on me," he said.

"You want me to teach you to be a songmage?" I asked.

"No. That's a talent you're either born with or you're not," he said. "I meant your perfect pitch and perfect musical timing."

He smiled at me, then he stuck his finger out and wiped tzatziki sauce from the corner of my lips. He popped his finger in his mouth and sucked the sauce off. "It tastes sweet and delicious," he said, with a smile in his eyes.

"I have a boyfriend," I said with a sigh. I'd told him that last Friday when he'd kissed me after karaoke.

"I know," he said. "He's a big, hulking guy, kind of sexy if you like giants, but he's also mundane. Someday, you're going to get tired of him. Or maybe you'll just want to step out for a night, or an hour. And when you do, I want to show you what it can be like with a mage. Maybe next year you can live at Ibis House with the off-campus mages."

"I'm in love with ...," I said, but I was interrupted by Reggie pulling me into a long, passionate kiss. I should have stopped it, but Reggie was a great kisser.

"I know. You think you're in love with Erik," he said. "But you're too young and pretty to tie yourself down to just one guy. Just think about it. I know he's big and you're a beginning mage, but you don't have to be afraid of him."

I was getting annoyed. This guy was seriously good looking, with his light brown skin tone, deep brown eyes, and that black wavy hair. He had a rounded snub nose and full lips. He looked like he was at least part African American. But no matter how good looking he was, he had no business kissing me when he knew I had a boyfriend. And why did he think I was afraid of Erik?

"I've got to go," I said. "Thanks for saving my butt in class."

As I was walking away, I heard him say, "Don't worry, Alonzo. I'm going to be watching your butt all year round."

Jason

When I got back to the room, Kieran jumped up and ran over to hug me. He was beautiful and his hair was amazing. I could never get it like that, but it added just the perfect degree of effeminacy to his boyish features, making him more androgynous, but clearly a boy.

"Who did your hair, Alonzo?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "Clarissa, but she said I should have Alonzo teach me how to do it. She said I didn't know how to groom like a gay boy, and she said I should ask him for help."

I kissed him and told him, "You're beautiful Kieran. This is what I wanted to do for your hair, but I had no idea how to do it."

"I'm going to see if Alonzo can teach me to make myself look good for you," he said.

"That's another milestone, Kieran," I said. "I'm so proud of you. Now you've accepted yourself, at least most of the time. You're beginning to take interest in improving your appearance. Don't get me wrong. I'll keep dressing you and brushing your hair because I love doing it, but you can start taking some responsibility for it as well. Do you know why that's such an important milestone, Kieran."

He shook his head. He was taking the easy way out or trying to do so, waiting for me to tell him the answer. "Think about it, Kieran," I said. "Why is it so important. What responsibility are you learning?"

He looked deep in thought for several minutes, then said, "I'm learning that it's my responsibility to make myself look as good for you as possible."

"That's right," I said. "It's your job to make yourself pretty for me. Go ahead and say it."

"It's my job to make myself ... pretty for you," he said, hesitating over the word.

I stood him in front of the mirror and wrapped my arms around him from behind. "Do you see yourself, Kieran," I asked. "Do you see how pretty you are?"

He nodded. I nibbled his ear and said, "Tell me what you see."

"I see a very handsome man," he said.

I smacked his butt, then he laughed and said, "I see a very handsome man ... and he's kissing the neck of a ... pretty boy."

I picked him up and carried him to the bed and put him over my knee. I gave him a few sharp slaps on the butt. He started laughing and kicking his legs. I smacked him a few more times and then said, "That's right. And now the very handsome man is spanking the pretty boy for being a tease."

I pulled him up so that he was straddling my legs, facing me. "I need you to really understand what you are, Kieran," I said. "You're my pretty little prince, but you don't seem to believe it, to accept that that's what you are. You must believe it. When you see yourself in the mirror, I want you to look at yourself and say, `I'm a pretty boy', can you do that?"

He nodded and said, "I think so."

Then I pressed him to my chest and kissed him harder. He was precious to me, and I was so proud of him in that moment. I rolled him over on the bed and moved between his legs. We didn't do anything new. I wasn't pushing his limits now; he'd already made a breakthrough today. I kept it simple, and I played with his butt until he started moaning. Then I took him gently and fucked him until he was crying from pleasure. Then I spilled my seed inside him and held him close to me until we fell asleep.

Erik

Wednesday night was amazing. Alonzo was dancing when I got into the room, and I moved over and joined him. I was a terrible dancer. I hated dancing, but I liked dancing with him. We ran down to get dinner and then came back to the room and jumped into bed. We spent the evening lying naked together and chatting. I probably found out more about Alonzo's past that night than in all the days and nights before. He told me about growing up gay in El Paso, which sounded a little more accepting than my hometown. He told me about how he'd always been colorful and a little flamboyant, but his parents had ignored it until his mom caught him kissing another boy. He told me how she'd thrown him out of the house, and he lived for the summer before college with his dad's sister who had loved him and told him to be himself. He even told me about seducing a priest while making the priest think he was the one seducing him.

I told him about my hometown of Marquette in the Upper Peninsula. I didn't have trouble when I came out. Most people were neutral but chill about it. My family weren't churchgoers, so I didn't experience trouble on that front. I told him how I'd come out to my family one Thanksgiving, shocking my grandparents because they wouldn't stop asking me about girls at school. That hadn't gone over well. I was talking to my grandparents these days, and my parents had been madder at the way I'd come out than the fact that I was gay. I told him about how my two brothers and three sisters accepted me.

We kind of made plans to visit there over the summer and go camping and fishing. Alonzo was a very elegant gay boy, but he liked outdoorsy activities. I was sure that my siblings would love him and that my parents would at least tolerate him. I'd play the grandparents by ear. Alonzo wanted me to go back to El Paso with him over the winter break to meet his aunt Marisol.

We fell asleep, Alonzo's pretty little body snuggle up next to me, talking about family and relationships. I'd had plenty of sex when I was younger, but I'd never experienced romance until now.

Thursday went the same as Tuesday and Wednesday, more or less. We'd all found a new rhythm.

Kieran

My first class on Thursday was at 9:00 AM and Alonzo was free until much later. All his classes were after 11:00 AM. He agreed to help me learn to do my hair, so I went over at 8:00 AM. Jason ran down to get us some breakfast. He bought us bagels and cream cheese. He and Alonzo ate that raw smoked fish that they liked, but I had some cashews with mine.

"Your hair is so long and curly that it's going to be hard to fix on your own," he said. "If you come over in the morning, I'll fix your hair and make you pretty. And I'm going to show Jason how to braid your hair tonight, so it doesn't get all tangled while you sleep."

"That's a good plan," Jason said. "It would be good for you two boys to take care of each other."

I looked up at them and smiled, "And we both make ourselves pretty for our men."

Jason bent down and kissed me on the forehead, then he kissed Alonzo in the same non-sexual but affectionate way. "You boys are already pretty, but you can spend some time making yourselves prettier. I think Erik and I would both appreciate you working together to make yourselves even sexier than you are."

Jason had made me uncomfortable last night making me call myself pretty, but this morning it was different. I did feel pretty when I looked in the mirror. And the somewhat effeminate hairstyle I was wearing made me feel even prettier. And Jason always knew what to say. He pulled up some images of Viking hairstyles with braids like mine. I didn't know if they were real historical hairstyles or not, but they looked good.

He said, "Do you see these men wearing hair like yours? They don't look like girls, do they?"

"No sir," I said. "But it doesn't mean that I don't look girly."

Jason replied, "The term is bishonen. I had to look it up when Sally texted me telling me how bishi she thought you were. Honey, you are never going to look butch. I hate to break it to you, but you didn't look as butch as you thought you did when I first met you."

"I know sir," I said. "Everything was an illusion. When I first moved into my uncle's house, he screamed at me for looking like a girl. He said things no one should say to a twelve-year-old, especially one who'd just lost his parents. It's not easy for me to put that behind me, sir."

It was Alonzo who reacted first. He put one hand on each of my cheeks and then kissed me gently on the lips. "No one should every have treated you that way, querido," he said. "You are one pretty boy, and you should learn to love that about yourself. When you go out with your hair this way and your cute little booty shorts, even the straight guys are going to be wanting a piece of you."

"But they can't have me," I said. "I belong to Jason. I'm his luantong."

College Magic Cycle Characters

Faerie

·        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.

·        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.

Mages

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

·        Alonzo Santiago Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute 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.

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

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

·        Elijah Jackson. A 24-year-old graduate student who went to the Academy with Sebastian and Nico. He's a graduate student in the history program and he mentors struggling African American students and tutors student athletes. He is 74 inches tall and weighs 275 pounds of mostly muscle. He's built like a massive rectangle. His skin is dark brown, almost black and he wears his hair in long dreadlocks. He's a powerful transmuter mage. He understands mechanics and electronics better than any of the other mages except for Erik Rucker. He has become friends with Kyle. He has two live in boyfriends, Kendal and Tristan.

·        Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stood 66 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds. After being cursed by his roommate he grew to be 77 inches tall and weigh 250 pounds. He was overshadowed by the fictional Einar Ironblood until the curse was lifted. He's in love with his roommate Alonzo and worries that Alonzo doesn't love him the same way. He was mundane until the curse awakened a latent talent for mind magery. Unlike Kieran, his talents seem to involve moving things with his mind.

·        Ethan Lowry. A 17-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 mother is a sylph (an air spirit) and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.

·        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.

·        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.

·        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. Kieran is a foundling mind mage with powers of telepathy and clairsentience.

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Now Micah has chosen to live as the slave to cousin Remuel Adler.

·        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 (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·        Rakesh Mishra. A 23-year-old graduate student of Indian American heritage. He's working on his MS in Psychology. He's a mind mage and a yogi master. He is one of Kieran's trainers. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

·        Reggie Delmar. A 20-year-old sophomore music student who likes Alonzo. They share a music class. He's a mage, but not a songmage. He lives off campus in Ibis House. He has light brown skin and very curly black hair. He looks like he has some African American ancestry.

·        Remy (Remuel) Adler. Micah's 20-year-old cousin, a low-ranking member of the custodes who lives with his father Mordecai and keeps his official records. He was Micah's lover at the Academy and has recently taken Micah as his slave.

·        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 is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·        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.

·        Tristan Navarro. A 21-year-old senior seeking a degree in English Literature. He's filipino with medium beige skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He likes short shorts and tight tee shirts. He's Elijah Jackson's lover and lives with him and Kendal. He calls Elijah daddy and Kendal brother. He has written two volumes in a series of mm romance novels about mages called Wands of Love and he intends to keep writing. He kept his own name and keeps his own finances, but he's no less devoted to Elijah than Kendal is.

·        Warren Cheng. A Chinese American psychology grade student and friend of Jason. His family is originally from Hong Kong, but they live in Los Angeles like Jason's family. His specialty is magical noetics, but he has a strong talent for illusions as well. He is the TA in Jason's Psychology course, and he lives in town at Ibis House.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

·        Aaron Blackwell. A human man in his early fifties. He's the Director of Student Residence at Severan College, and the father of Nathaniel and James. He is magically enthralled by Sebastian Trent.

·        Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant James McManus.

·        Billy McAndrews. A senior who is the lead guitarist of the band Dreaming Dragons. He is Mariah Tovey's boyfriend. He's 22 years old and a senior.

·        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.

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

·        Edward "Eddie" Mason. Kyle's 25-year-old brother.

·        George Marley. The drummer for Dreaming Dragons. He's a 22-year-old junior.

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

·        James Blackwell. The nineteen-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He's a tall, skinny goth boy with a lot of tattoos. He attends Severan College and studies art. He and Sebastian had a sexual encounter over the summer before his freshman year. He has a long penis with a tattoo of a snake on it.

·        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.

·        Jill Black. The bass guitarist for Dreaming Dragons. She's a 21-year-old junior.

·        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.

·        Kendal Jackson. A 23-year-old college dropout. He's five foot three inches tall and weighs about 115 pounds. He has pale blond hair, heterochromatic eyes (one blue and one green), and extremely fair skin. He lives with Elijah Jackson and is one of his lovers. He hated college and dropped out. He stays home and keeps house for Elijah Jackson. He likes to wear women's clothing but identifies as a boy. He changed his last name and signed power of attorney to make Elijah control over his affairs. He's very submissive. He calls Elijah daddy and Tristan brother.

·        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.

·        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.

·        Mariah Tovey. The keyboardist for Dreaming Dragons and Billy McAndrew's girlfriend. She's a 22-year-old senior.

·        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.

·        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.

·        Nathaniel Blackwell. The twenty-six-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He is a soldier in Afghanistan who became the lover of the daiwa Karim Khan who impregnated him. He's a gay, sexual submissive. He's a lieutenant in the US Army but he doesn't know how he will maintain his career and bear his lover's child.

·        Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years. He likes Alonzo but more in an avuncular way.

·        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.

·        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.

Others

·        Karim Khan. A daiwa who appears to be in his late twenties. He's the lover of Nathaniel Black and the father of his child. He works with the US Army as a translator and guide. His people are a magical race related to the djinn, the ifrit and the deva of ancient Aryan mythology. Now that he had impregnated another he is transforming into an alpha daiwa.

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

·        David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia. He has dark olive skin tone, black hair that looks feathery, and piercing brown eyes. He is a were-raptor who can assume two non-human forms. He can become a raptor that resembles a large golden eagle or a hybrid form that is bipedal with sharp claws on the end of feathered arms. He is an alpha, but the were-raptors don't follow a pack structure like the were-wolves do.

·        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.

·        Philip Mertz. A jock who shares a history class with Kyle Mason. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 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.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·        Aidan Stringer (beta). A freshman staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he exhibits some alpha qualities. He took Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way.

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). 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.

·        Chase Morris (beta). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

·        Chloe Bartok (Beta). 20-year-old sophomore.

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

·        Chuck Burns (Beta). A 20-year-old sophomore who lives at Wolf House and is a friend of Aidan.

·        Dawn Schiller (Alpha). 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.

·        Darren Groves (Alpha). 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.

·        Delia Smith (Beta). 21-year-old college junior who lives at Wolf House.

·        Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). 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.

·        Edgar Krause (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate in the dorms.

·        Ellen Parker (Beta). A 20-year-old junior who lives at Wolf House.

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

·        Howard Cromwell (Alpha). 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.

·        Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman.

·        Inga Martinez (Alpha). A 29-year-old Latina woman from Middlebourne. She's a little heavyset, but quite strong. She manages the Wolf House for Zeno, supervising work groups and organizing the business of running the house. Her younger brother Sammy is the cook at Wolf House.

·        Ira Cohen (Beta). 19-year-old college freshman. Good friends with Aidan Stringer.

·        Ivan Kovacs (Beta). 22-year-old who lives at the Wolf House. He's one of the Middlebourne werewolves. He works with Wilma Jackson at the local used car dealership and repair shop.

·        Jarod Stringer (Alpha). Deceased. Former right-hand man of Howard Cromwell. Darren and Meghan killed him in the woods before Drew challenged Cromwell for leadership. His young brother is Aidan Stringer.

·        Kevin McNeil (Beta). 20-year-old college sophomore. An athlete with brown hair and fair skin. Roommate with Conor Tighe. Tammy's brother.

·        Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman. Lalo is short for Eduardo. He may be the second most submissive werewolf after Benjy. He makes eyes at Darren and calls him Daddy Werewolf, a nickname he claims is common in the dorms, even among the mages. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class).

·        Lew Muller (Beta). 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.

·        Meghan Connelly (Alpha). 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.

·        Naomi Bentley (Alpha). A 27-year-old woman with long black hair and olive skin tone. She's very muscular. She was one of the Middlebourne werewolves. She's now the chief of security at Wolf House.

·        Samuel Martinez (Beta). A 23-year-old Latino cook who runs the kitchen at Wolf House.

·        Scarlett De Angelo (Beta). A 22-year-old graduate student who lives at Wolf House.

·        Shelby O'Brien (Beta). A 26-year-old professional bookkeeper. She lives at Wolf House.

·        Simon Carter (Alpha). 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.

·        Stella White (Beta). 19-year-old freshman. She is one of Aidan's friends.

·        Tammy McNeil (Beta). 22-year-old senior athlete. Kevin's sister.

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

·        Willie Coombs (Beta). 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.

·        Wilma Jackson (Beta). 28-year-old mechanic in town at the local used auto dealership and repair shop. She gets Ivan Kovacs a job there.

·        Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). 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.

·        Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.