Alchemy and Songcraft

Alchemy and Songcraft

Chapter 1 

(Three Day Weekend, Part 1)

This story combines the storylines of two couples, Jason and Kieran, and Erik and Alonzo. Now that each of their relationships has passed the first major hurtle, they’re building a relationship together – a kind of curious quartet containing two couples that are as close as can be without becoming lovers.

Kieran

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He took my hand and pressed it against his bulge. I could tell that he was hard underneath his shorts and jock, which was also black. I tend to pay a lot of attention when Jason is dressing. Or Undressing. "Do you feel what you do to me, when you're dressed like you are now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir, he did," I said. "But I don't want you to go back and beat him up.”

Jason threw his arm around me while we were jogging. “Why not?”

I sighed, “ I guess he's not worth it, Sir. I mean, they’re only words, right?"

“Do those words make you feel bad about yourself?”

I nodded. “I know they shouldn’t, but they do. Why don’t they bother you? Why don’t don’t you get upset, Sir?”

Jason snorted. “Because I don’t give a damn what he thinks about anything. He’s an ignorant toad. My parents raised me not to care what bigots like him think. I’m proud of who I am. But he does make me angry when he makes you feel less proud about yourself.”

We jogged along in silence for a few minutes. I was just enjoying being close to Jason. But finally, I said, “I am proud of some things, Sir.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m proud to be with you.”

“That’s great. I’m glad that you’re proud to be with me, but you need to learn to be proud of yourself, separate from me. You have a lot to be proud of.”

I laughed. “Like what, Sir?”

Jason began enumerating things, ticking them off on his fingers as we jogged. “You’re beautiful, although that may be your parent’s achievement instead of yours. You’re sweet. You’re polite. You work hard in school. You’ve made a lot of progress in accepting yourself as who you are. You have an amazing artistic talent. You’re developing your mind magic on your own, and, whilst I have plans to help you with that, all will be revealed once we’re done with our exercises. Now, I could go on about your many, many wonderful qualities, but I don’t want to make your head swell.”

“You’re too nice, Sir.”

Jason stopped us mid-jog and put his arms on my shoulders. He stared into my eyes and said, “You need to stop selling yourself short like that. I am not the kind of person who compliments someone untruthfully. If I say that you’re all those things, then you are. I just wish I could help you see yourself the way everyone else does.”

His words made me feel so good, but at the same time, my eyes started burning and the inside of my nose started itching. I was about to start crying right there in public. “If everyone sees me that way, why didn’t I hear it before I met you, Sir?”

Jason hugged me tight and held me until the need to cry went away. “It’s possible that your mind was subconsciously deflecting people so they couldn’t see how beautiful you are. As a mind mage, your powers should have started developing in puberty or just before that time. When I first met you, you were wrapped tightly in a psychological shell of your own making. Uncle Kamon says this defensive talent is called projecting your aura. Maybe your uncle’s house was so oppressive that you feared attracting attention to your physical qualities because you were terrified of him seeing the real you. But as for your sweetness and goodness, everybody who matters sees these things in you. Your uncle and your aunt, they should have seen them right away. If they never told you, then they must be terrible people. Anyone who doesn’t see you for what you are is a garbage person whose opinions don’t matter. Don’t you ever doubt that.”

I was smiling now. “I’ll try, Sir.”

We started jogging again. Jason said, “I know you will. That’s another thing to be proud of.”

We completed the track and no one else said anything rude, then we ran back to the room. I remembered to take my clothes off as soon as we got back. Jason got our tea and medicinals ready.

 

Alonzo

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

I rubbed my fingers through the thick mat of golden blond hair on his chest and leaned over to lick his nipple. He woke up and put his large hand on my head. I slid my hand down to grab his prodigious cock. When I'd first met Erik, I couldn’t believe it was only six days ago, he'd been five foot six and 135 pounds, and his cock had been five inches long. Now he was eleven inches taller and 115 pounds heavier, and his dick was now just over eleven inches in length.

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed the spongy head and then licked the sensitive scar that ran around the head. Erik was moaning. When I'd first met him, I could suck his whole cock down with no trouble, but now I could only get a little more than half in my mouth. I was going to have to work on that. This was the kind of challenge I loved. And it may have been a struggle to get it in my mouth, but it felt soooo good in my ass! 

I looked up at his handsome face and said, "Your big cock is so tasty, papi. Me encanta chuparte la verga, mi corazon."

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

He started to grunt and his hands grasped my head. He pulled me down farther onto his dick, making me choke a little, but he backed off and said, “Sorry.”

After that he held the sides of my head. It was like he was massaging my scalp with his fingers while I blew him. Suddenly his cock swelled and then exploded, filling my mouth with his sweet cum. I swallowed it down and made sure to suck out every drop. He never lasted long in the morning.

I crawled back up to his face and kissed him. He was letting me take charge, just accepting what I wanted to do instead of trying to pursue his own desires. It felt strange to me, and strangely unfulfilling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed it gently again, and then he dove in and licked my culo in long sensual strokes. His tongue poked gently, tentatively at the hole itself, teasing it open, millimeter by millimeter. I moaned softly, “Your tongue is so talented, papi.”

He didn’t stop to speak, but he did flick my hole quickly. I could feel myself beginning to relax and to open to him. As his tongue poked at the sphincter, his cock was getting harder. I nibbled the shaft of his cock with my lips and felt it grow harder. "Your cock is so big, papi," I said. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

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

He went back to fucking my hole with his tongue, and I took the head of his cock into my mouth, massaging him with my tongue. When I had opened completely to him, he turned me around again and positioned me over his cock. My own dick was rock hard and pouring a stream of precum. I should have used Jason's magic lube spheres, but it was too late now. I reached down and scooped some of my precum from the head of my dick and rubbed it into my hole. With the way my cock was leaking, I had plenty.

Erik gave me that handsome smile of his and said, “You are the sexiest little fucker on the planet.”

I smiled back at him and licked my lips. Then I used my hands to spread my cheeks so I could sit on his cock, which was already pressing against my hole. I pushed down until I took the head past my anus. Even with the precum as lube, my eyes bulged when it slid inside.

Erik tightened his hands on my hips and said, “Take it easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I laughed through gritted teeth and responded, “Don’t worry about me, papi. I’m a tough little maricon!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My cock exploded and I came all over my chest and abdomen. I could feel Erik's massive cock spilling inside me. We collapsed together and kissed for several minutes. Then Erik picked me up and carried me into the shower. We cleaned one another. While he was washing my ass, Erik gave a sharp intake of breath and exclaimed, “Fuck!”

I was wincing and gritting my teeth from a dull throbbing pain. “What’s wrong?”

Erik was in a bit of a panic. “You’re bleeding a little, Alonzo. I knew we should have used some lube. Sexy as it was seeing you use your precum, I’m too fucking big to just punch inside you like that. I’m a thoughtless idiot, hurting you, again, after I promised you I wouldn’t.”

I turned around and put my hand on his face. “Hey! I’m as much to blame as you are. We have some of that wonderful butt lotion Jason gave us. When we’re done here, I’ll let you carry me back to the bed and rub some into my culo and it will get better.”

He hugged me tight and said, “I don’t deserve you, Alonzo, but I’m going to take care of you. And no matter what you say, I know for a fact what Jason would say. He’d say that I’m the dom in this relationship and it’s my responsibility to make sure these things don’t happen.”

I leaned against his strong chest and said, “Then don’t tell him. The Jason in your head is already beating you up enough. It does hurt. But that’s a good thing. I can promise you that I won’t forget in the future and I’m pretty sure you won’t either. Now dry me off and carry me like a princess back into that room and lotion up my culo.”

He smiled at that and finished cleaning me gently. Then he toweled himself down quickly before taking his time to dry me. And, being the attentive lover he was, he picked me up,cradling me in his arms to carry me back into our room. He laid me down gently and took out the lotion. He used his finger to rub my culo, first along its sensitive ring and then inside. It tingled and enhanced the sensations of his rough skin on my puffy and abused flesh. I started moaning like the bitch in heat I was, but I knew better than to ask him to fuck me again. The pain was going away, but the lotion needed time to work its magic.

Jason had told me that a side effect of using this lotion was to increase the sensitivity of the skin it touched. And damn if it didn’t work as promised. Not only did it heal me and keep me tight, I was sure that the sensations in my anus were increasing as well. I wondered if Kieran was experiencing the same thing? He probably was, which would explain why we were both so needy all the time, craving our lovers’ touch on our boy holes.

We'd just finished when Jason came in with our tea and medicinals on a tray. "You haven't said anything to your boy about this weekend yet, have you?" he asked.

Erik smiled and said, "No, I haven’t. It's on then?"

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

Erik looked at me; I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. He said, “We’re fine now.”

That was mostly true. I was still flinching a little when Erik made sudden movements, and sometimes I had a brief moment of panic when he grabbed me too fast or too hard, but I felt confident that it would all resolve itself.

Then Jason left and I turned to Erik and asked, "Didn't tell me what? What aren’t you telling me?"

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

 

Kieran

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

"Yes, Sir," I said.

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

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

"You do, Sir," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My own words took me by surprise. Had I changed that much? I’m sure I used to fantasize about fucking hot guys… didn’t I? I thought back on the kind of porn I used to read online. Most of it could be found in the authoritarian section of the archives. I’d read about guys who’d been enslaved by their friends. An image of my friend Steven from high school flashed through my mind, causing me to shiver a little. I’d read about guys who were demeaned for having small penises. Mine didn’t used to be that small. It had been six inches, an average size. But Steven’s had been bigger than mine, at least from what I glimpsed in the shower and what I saw trying to break out of his speedo, so I had always thought of mine as small.

All those stories had excited me, but none so much as the stories written by my favorite author, Emri. He wrote about boys who were taken as boy-wives by powerful men who loved them and, but never failed to discipline them when they needed it.

Maybe that’s why I loved Jason so much. Despite being my age, he was just like one of the dream men from those stories. I belonged to him and, in his own way, he belonged to me. I didn’t think I’d ever really dreamed of fucking anyone, no matter how hot they were. I’d never gotten past handjobs in my fantasies. I dreamed of being held, cuddled and… fucked. Yes. That’s what I’d wanted my whole life.

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

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

"And you will remember that I am the only one allowed to give you an orgasm, right?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason dressed me in dark blue shorts that came only a few inches below my buttocks and a rainbow patterned low cut t-shirt with no sleeves. My jock was bright pink. I went to put on the  cross-shoulder bag Jason had bought me. It still contained the three hundred dollars he'd put in there yesterday and my cellphone. Jason took it and put it back on the desk.

“You don’t need that when we’re together,” he said.

“What if I get a phone call or need money?”

Jason laughed and patted my shoulder. “You never need money when you’re with me. I’ll take care of you. And you can check your phone later for messages and missed calls. I have to tell you to check them anyway since you keep your notifications turned off.”

I knew that Jason liked all my attention to be on him when we were together, and I didn’t mind. It just felt weird to be without a wallet and without… Suddenly I said, “ID! What if I need an ID?”

Jason hugged me tight and gave me a kiss on the head. “If someone harasses my boy and demands to see ID, I’ll tell them that you’re mine and they don’t need to bother you. If they don’t listen, I’ll use my magic to make them listen.”

This made me feel vulnerable and completely dependent on Jason. It was a little scary, but also arousing. It played into my fantasies in a deep and fundamental way. I was getting harder thinking about it. How did Jason know me so well, in some ways better than I knew myself? 

We went down to eat, and Jason ordered me a mushroom, scallions and cheese omelet and avocado toast on whole grain bread. We had hot jasmine tea and orange slices. I was prepared to be stuffed, but Jason cut the omelet in half and put one piece on his plate. He put his half on top of the avocado toast, but he knew I didn't like my food to touch on the plate, so he left mine to the side.

We ate and then went back to the room. We’d barely come into the room when Jason picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down gently and undressed me slowly. After pulling my shoes off, he ran his lips over one of my feet. “I wish we had more time this morning. I’d show you just how much I worship every inch of your beautiful little body.”

I moaned. “I need you, Sir. I need you so bad.”

Jason pulled my shirt, shorts and underwear off, allowing my erection to spring free. He ran a finger along its length. I squealed and bucked my hips. Jason looked at the clock and frowned. Then he did something I hadn’t seen before. He pulled out his wand and waved it around his head in a complex pattern and clearly enunciated, “Vestamenta deponeantur.”

His clothes flew off and landed in a neat pile on the desk chair. I sat up and said, “That was amazing, sir! It was….”

Jason climbed in next to me and said, “...unnecessary, but convenient. I prefer to not use magic for things that I can do physically. But today there’s no time for me to do everything I want to do before I have to get you to class.”

Jason’s cock was so hard that it looked like a club bouncing around. I grabbed for it playfully, but Jason grabbed my wrist. He lifted it to his lips and then kissed it. He pushed me onto the bed and turned me over so that my butt was exposed.

He said, “You can see how much I need you, but I need you to know that I hear you when you say you need me.”

He kissed my cheeks and rubbed his warm hands on my back. “A good man always takes care of his boy before taking his own pleasure. I’m going to make you feel good first and then, if there’s time, I will worry about my own needs.”

And that was the key to understanding Jason. He liked to be in control, and he liked me to submit without question, but he was kind and considerate. Even when I thought he was being stubborn and jealous, he was really looking out for me. That’s why I needed to trust him - if only I could rid myself of that voice inside that urged me to be suspicious.

Jason parted my cheeks and moved his tongue along my crack, first in one direction and then in the other. It felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to that moment when his tongue pressed against my hole and teased it open, bit by bit. And my butt couldn’t be more in love with Jason than it was. He barely had to touch me there before my hole opened and relaxed. Jason continued to probe it with his tongue.

‘Oh Jason, Sir! I love feeling your tongue inside me.”

I felt a tingle that started in my anus and spread across my taint to grip my dick hard. I wondered if other boys felt like this when their butt was eaten by their boyfriends, or if it was just me? Was my body naturally wired that way, or was the unguent Jason massaged into me regularly making me that much more sensitive? In the end, I didn’t care. I just welcomed the sensation and allowed it to flow all through my body.

When Jason moved behind me and nudged my legs apart, I realized that he’d never done it to me this way before. It was strange and exciting. He pulled my hips up so that he could get inside me easier. Then he pressed the head of his cock against my willing hole. When he slid inside me, a wave of pleasure swept through my body, pleasure great enough to make the pain of being stretched so far fade into the background.

I gave a little whine. “Nnhh, your cock feels amazing in my butt. You always make me feel so full.”

“And your sexy piyan knows how to bring pleasure to my yinjing. Any man would pay a fortune to experience what I’m feeling right now, but it’s all mine. You are all mine, just as I am all yours.”

Jason reached under me and ran his hand along my erection, making me shiver. Then he leaned forward and whispered directly into my ear. “I’m glad that you are so close, Little Prince. You have me so excited that I don’t know if I could last much longer.”

Jason was being more open with me than he had been in the past. Usually, he seemed completely in charge, imperturbable, like a sex machine who could control his own libido with precision. But his heavy breathing was telling me how close he was to losing control.

He kissed my neck and then bit it harder than he usually did. It didn’t really hurt but it did send a jolt running along my spine. I decided to be a little daring. I wasn’t sure if it was allowed under Jason’s rules but I said, “Please, pound me harder, Sir!”

Jason picked up the tempo and began pushing into my harder. “Is this what you want, Sweet Prince?”

His hands were roaming along my torso, squeezing my pecs and my lats. (I know they were small, but they were still well-defined. I wasn’t a soft boy, at least not physically.) He rubbed my belly. He pinched my nipples gently. I wished he’d be a little bit rougher, but I was afraid to ask.

“Mm-hm,” I begged. “Please.”

I could feel the pressure beginning to build inside my cock. My whole shaft was tingling and my balls were pulling tight against my body. I was making involuntary whimpers and my breath was coming faster and shallower.

“Ungh! Ungh! UNGH! UNGH! I’M CUMMING, SIR!”

Jason thrust deep and then fell on top of me. His weight pressed me into the mattress as he squeezed me tight in his arms and whispered, “Take my seed, Sweet Prince. Take it deep inside your beautiful body, mi eramene dulcissime!

When he rolled off me, I went to clean his cock, but he held out his hand to stop me. “There’s nothing I would like better, but we are very short on time.”

He stood up and helped me to my feet. Then he took out his wand again, waved it around and pointed it at me. “Corpus delecti lavatur.”

In an instant, my body was clean, as if I’d just showered. Then he repeated it almost exactly. “Corpus meum lavatur.” And his body was clean. Finally he pointed at the bed and said it again. “Lectus lavatur.” And the bed was clean.

I was seeing more magic from Jason now than I had in all the time I’d known him. And he wasn’t done. He jabbed his wand at my clothes and at his and said, “Cuique sua vestamenta propria componantur.” Our clothes flew back on us. Somehow they just melded around our bodies without either of us moving.

“That’s amazing, Sir. How come you never showed me you could do this before?”

He kissed my forehead. “Until you were able to see through the velamen arcanum, I couldn’t show you magic. It’s against our most important rules. Now I can. Just don’t expect a display like that in the future, and don’t expect magic to do everything for us in the future. It’s important for us to be capable of doing things without it.”

As we were heading out the door, Jason pointed to a gym bag he’d packed for me. "Sally Minh asked if she could take you to the pool at the rec center," he said. "I told her she has to have you back here by 12:30. And I don't want you going anywhere without her."

"Yes, Sir," I said. I was excited to go to the pool because I loved swimming. I loved diving even more and I knew that they had diving boards for the team to practice on. I wondered if I should ask Jason if I could join the team. I’d been good back in high school.

However, I was feeling a little annoyed because Sally hadn't even asked me; she'd just asked Jason. I guessed this was what I'd agreed to when I promised to follow Jason's rules, but it did feel like Jason was constraining me a little, keeping me inside the little play yard he allowed me to enjoy. It was both exciting and infuriating at the same time. And that’s the life I needed to get used to living. I wanted to do it. I wanted to be the boy who followed the rules and obeyed his man. I just had to figure out how to do so without giving up myself in the process.

 

Alonzo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"BE QUIET!" Nico shuddered. "Stop and think, Alonzo. You almost put yourself in my debt again. Don't ever say words like that. You can never be entirely sure if you're speaking to one of the fae. Now, pay attention to me little mageling, I'm going to tell you a story.

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

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

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

"Thank you again, Nico. I think I understand what you’re saying, but being polite is just the way humans are taught to talk and interact. It’s how we show the world, our friends and family, that we mean well and care. If these common idioms are so dangerous to humans, why don’t more of us fall under the power of the fae?"

He put one hand gently on my cheek and smiled that mysterious smile of his again. “Two possible answers, but I won’t tell you which is true. First, there may be very few of us. And second, how do you know more humans than you imagine aren’t under the power of the fae?”

I had no idea what to say to that. I simply replied, "You have been looking out for me, and I will try my best to learn the lessons you're trying to teach me."

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

He kissed my forehead again and left, but not before one final piece of advice. "The magical world is like the mundane world in many ways. Up is still up, down is still down, and the sun always rises in the sky in the morning. However, the mundane world is like a mere reflection or perhaps more like a flat skin covering the deeper reality that is the magical world. It’s like the magical world is the sun, while the mundane world is the moon, reflecting only the tiniest hint of the power, depth and magnitude of our greatest star. In our world, there is danger all around you. It’s a world of wonders, both delightful and terrifying. You may even wish you could crawl back into the comfortable ignorance that once held you, but it’s too late. If you wish to avoid peril, you will always be aware of the magical threats around you and you will learn to consider your words before speaking them."

I got dressed and ran to Clarissa's room. She was happy to see me. When I told her about my deal with Nico, she insisted on examining me magically. She even called in Sebastian and Marvin for second opinions. They all agreed that my arcanum, the innate gift for magic, was still strong. She promised me a trip to the Nexus to find a proper implement to aid in spellcasting within the month. In the meantime, she gave me an old rosewood flute.

“You can try using this as an arcane focus. It was carved long ago and empowered to be used for this purpose to train musically gifted mages. It will function as well as a wand, but may work even better for you since it still resonates with the power of the other song mages who have used it in the past. You may not need it in order to perform magic; as a songmage you may be able to shape the energy solely through your movements and your voice, but if you ever require something less ostentatious, this will be your tool. Since it holds the power of music, it should provide a fitting substitute. We’ll practice with both.”

I whispered, “Thank you. This is… I can’t ever begin to repay you for such a gift. Where did you get it?”

She smiled indulgently at my excitement. “It was given to me by a favorite aunt. She had used it for years, but she had others. She said that it was a sacred trust she was giving me, and that I should hold onto it until I found a songmage who needed it.”

“Was your aunt a songmage?” I asked.

She nodded. “The talent runs in the Spencer family, but even then it is very rare. You will have to play it while performing magic from time to time so that the magical resonance is strengthened. That way when you use it to perform magic, you won’t drain it of energy.”

“Like a battery?” I asked.

She agreed. “Just like a battery. We’ll practice during our lessons.”

I gave her a hug, and despite her somewhat prim and proper personality, she returned the hug in full measure. “You’ve been so kind to me, Clarissa, even though you barely know me and I ruined your ritual at the beginning of the year.”

She laughed and said, “You rogue mages are always trouble, but with some training you’re worth all the extra effort, and you have the arcanum cantionem, the talent of song magic. As a mage preceptor, it is my duty to encourage that talent.”

Then she grew serious. “Like all arcane foci, you must attune yourself to this flute. It was the same with my wand. We had to get to know one another before we could work well together.”

I was eager to get started. “How do I do that?”

“First you’re going to take a few minutes to play the flute. Play whatever tune you feel like. If you can improvise a tune, it will be even better. Once you’re attuned to the flute, you’ll need to practice casting spells through it.”

I played the flute. Being made of wood, its sound was different, less pure than a metal flute, but much richer. I played pieces of some of my favorite songs, and then I just played, allowing my fingers and my breath to bring out the tune that had been building inside me. It was like I was giving life to the song that resided deep in my heart. And I could feel the exact moment that the flute and I became one, in a manner of speaking.

Clarissa saw it too. “Use the flute now to call forth mage light. You know the words and the gestures, let your song talent translate them to music.”

I paused and took a breath. I knew the correct words and gestures, and I knew the rogue mage technique for imagining a spell and willing into being. What Clarissa was asking of me felt like it was a strange hybrid of the two. I held the spell in my mind and allowed it to spread throughout my body. And when my body began to resonate with the magic, I allowed it to flow through me as a song.

I could feel the numina around me. The flow changed to match the tune and then a soft glow appeared. It played along the length of the flute and then it formed a ball that floated near my head. I made the ball drift around the room and change color. When I stopped, it hovered in one place, but the tiniest gesture with the flute made it move again.

I was grinning like an idiot. Clarissa was giving me an indulgent smile of her own. “Are you ready to learn some new magic?”

She taught me a simple spell for weaving a minor illusion. Clarissa explained that the mage light spell was so simple that many mages could perform it without a magical implement of some kind, but the illusion spell commonly required one.

With the flute, I was able to learn the spell very quickly. Both of us were overjoyed. She made me try variations in music and gestures to produce different images. I began with simple shapes made of light that swam through the air like fireflies, but soon I progressed to more defined shapes, such as butterflies and birds. Shapes that didn’t fly were harder, but I did manage to create a stalking figure that moved like a long and strangely sinuous cat. All were made of light and were obviously magic (although I supposed mundanes could be tricked into thinking they were made with smoke and mirrors), but Clarissa assured me that I would be able to produce more realistic images in time.

When we’d finished the lesson, she explained, “With practice you may be able to create more than purely visuals. You may be able to incorporate sound, smell, taste or even a tactile sensation when they touch someone.”

I was almost dancing with excitement. “I’ll practice every day!”

She gave me a very stern expression and replied, “You can practice these spells, the light spell and the illusion spell, but you are not to perform any other magic until I teach you some more on Tuesday. Do you understand me?”

I smiled and nodded. “Si, senorita!”

She shook her head and gave me another hug before showing me out. Then she called me a scamp, like anyone under the age of a hundred used words like that. I really liked her.

I had cried periodically throughout the lesson, not from pain or frustration, but from sheer joy. I hadn't lost my magic and I still felt the pure ecstasy of shaping it. Clarissa had told me that the physical joy was most common in songmages because we focused the magic through our bodies instead of through an implement. That may be true, but I still felt a deeper connection to myself because of the rosewood flute, maybe because it was tied to my music and my song magery.

I was exhausted, but that didn't stop me from dancing down the hall and up the stairs. I almost ran into two girls on their way down to the second floor. I recognized one of them as Tamara Blake. She was a mage and I thought she was a junior or a senior. Either way, she was in the music department, like me, and her brother Billy was a freshman on my floor. I didn’t know her friend, but I’d seen her hanging around with Clarissa and Sebastian so I thought she was probably a mage. Her last name was Lafoot… or Lavant… no, it was Lamont.

I managed a quick “Sorry” as I passed, but didn’t wait to hear her response. I was still dancing when I got up to my floor and saw Kieran in a rainbow t-shirt and tiny dark blue shorts. He was talking to an Asian girl about my height.

"Hey, Kieran, are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Kieran smiled and said, "Sally, this is Alonzo, my suitemate and Erik's boyfriend. Alonzo, this is Sally Minh. She's in my art class. She’s really good. You should ask her to show you some of her art some time. Um… Sally, Alonzo is one of my best friends and he’s an amazing singer.”

Sally held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Alonzo. We’re getting ready to go to the pool, do you want to come?”

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

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

 

Kieran

The pool in the bottom of the rec center was full size, shaped like an L. The smaller, deeper section had two diving boards, and the longer section had swimming lanes, although half the lanes were roped off for free swimming. Alonzo and I had shared a locker. He changed into trunks that were small and square cut. They were deep purple in color, and the front and back panels were separated by a one inch gap on each side where his bare flesh shone through. They were connected by metallic golden cords that stood out against skin.

I hadn't seen the swimsuit Jason had bought for me until I opened the package in the locker room. It was a tiny speedo, even smaller than the ones I once wore in competition. It was very silky in appearance and was colored like a pale rainbow. If I had any pubic hair, it would be showing in that suit. It was cut low on my abdomen and for once I was truly grateful for my small penis. On the sides, it was cut high, showing off most of my hip.

As Alonzo and I were looking at ourselves in the full length mirror, he suddenly grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. He brushed my hair back and said, “We’re the same height now. We could be twins, one caramel and one white chocolate.”

It was true. I mean, we didn’t really look alike, but we were the same size. We stood there side by side with our arms around each other. That was probably why the big guy who walked by snorted and said, “Hey there, faggots!”

I blushed and wanted to hide inside one of the lockers, but Alonzo just squeezed my shoulder and called out, “Hey there, tall, dumb, and ugly.”

The man spun around with an angry look on his face. I thought he was going to hit us, but he just snorted and walked away.

Alonzo kissed me again and said, “He’s just jealous, pelirrojo. Looking like that and acting like that, he’ll never be able to touch anything as fine as us. Now let’s ignore the baboso and just go have fun.”

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

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

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

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

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

It felt good to work those muscles again. I think I was missing this connection to my past. I needed to be able to do more than sit in the room and draw. I loved drawing but the feeling of flying through the air, of making a perfectly executed dive and slicing into the water with enough precision to avoid an ostentatious splash… It was something I really enjoyed. How was I going to convince Jason to let me come to the pool? Maybe I could get him to come with me.

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

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

"Thank you," I replied, trying to get out of the overly long hug as soon as possible "but I have friends waiting over there and I have to get back to them."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Erik

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

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

I'd found a martial arts studio that taught kali sometimes called escrima or arnis. It was a style that originated in the Philippines, combining the footwork of boxing, which I knew very well, with both open hand attacks and weapons. I'd always been interested in the art. There were a lot of videos online and I was fascinated by the speed with which the masters could wield those sticks.

The studio offered classes at the same time as Alonzo's dance aerobics class, so I was going to sign up next week and get some training. According to the website. I was going to become skilled enough with weapons to be able to protect my boy. And I had decided that I was going to ask Jason or Sebastian about magical weapons. I wanted to be ready for anything.

There was a quiet knock and Jason came into my room. He looked worried until he saw Kieran and Alonzo sleeping peacefully on the bed. He sighed in relief and then moved over and started whispering to me, "That boy drives me crazy. I worry about him all the time. I probably shouldn’t get so worked up every time he’s out of my sight, but I keep picturing him curled in a ball somewhere or worse. I’ve told you that he’s being targeted by someone or probably some group."

I put a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Do you have any idea why he’s being targeted yet?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet. And that bothers me. He’s still fragile emotionally, although he’s getting stronger. I worry when he’s not with someone I’ve chosen to guard him.”

I said, “I think he’s probably safe with Alonzo. He’s a mage… a rogue mage, he said.”

Jason chuckled. “He’s a rogue alright.”

I gave him a look and he added, “A very cute rogue for sure, but he’s still a novice mage.”

“Yeah, but he’s really mouthy. No one could touch Kieran and get away with it quietly.”

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

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

I nodded my agreement. Alonzo said he wanted me to take charge in the bedroom, so I was going to do so. He’d also said that he wanted to make his own decisions outside the bedroom. As hot as it was to see Kieran submitting so completely to Jason, I had come to realize that wasn’t what I really wanted from Alonzo. I loved his spicy spirit and saucy backtalk. But I also knew that if these rules came from Jason,  Alonzo was more likely to respect Jason’s limits with Kieran.

Then Jason and I did the work of packing suitcases for our trip. We didn't wake the boys until we were ready to go, and we had laid clothes out for them to wear. Jason helped me pick clothes for Alonzo because I had no idea what looked good. In our relationship, Alonzo often dressed me.

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

 

Alonzo

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

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

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

I decided to go along with it and see what our two guys had planned. If seeing us as younger than we were turned them on, it was worth giving it a try, at least once. I had no idea what they’d organized. If it had been Erik, we’d probably be heading to a comic convention or something equally sweet, but nerdy. However, knowing Jason, it was probably something ridiculously romantic.

Jason pulled Kieran's hair back and fastened it with a copper clip then he handed Erik two gold colored hair combs and showed him how best to arrange them. He gathered my hair loosely behind my head and used the combs to fasten it back. We both looked a little androgynous, but damn if we didn't look sexy as hell.

The guys carried all the bags. Kieran was wearing his rainbow colored shoulder bag and I carried only a thin wallet with my ID and cards in it. Erik was following Jason's lead, trying to be the gentleman in the relationship. He opened the back passenger door and helped me into the back seat. Jason brushed Kieran’s butt lightly when he helped him in, but Erik grabbed my butt and pinched it. I looked back at him and he was grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. I was glad that he wasn’t trying to become Jason 2.0. If he tried to treat me exactly like Jason treated Kieran, we would have words.

Jason fastened Kieran’s seatbelt for him and then Erik did the same for me. With just the right amount of sarcasm, I said, “Muchas gracias, papa.”

He immediately noted the change from the sexy nickname papi to the Spanish word for “daddy”. But it didn’t phase him. He just whispered, “Don’t think that makes it any less sexy, baby boy.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and he leaned in to kiss me. He squeezed my dick when he did to emphasize his point.

Meanwhile, Kieran gave Jason an earnest "Thank you, Sir" after Jason kissed him.

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

Damn, I didn’t know whether they were treating us like their boyfriends or their children.

Jason took pictures of us with his phone before strapping himself in behind the wheel. I knew those would end up on his Facebook page. He was constantly posting G and PG rated pics of me. Since he always tagged me, I couldn’t resist looking. His page was becoming kind of Kieran-centric. Then he and Erik talked to each other, ignoring us. It sounded like they were each telling the story of the events of the last week. Whenever Erik got to one of the graphic parts of our story, he whispered quietly to Jason. Even though we could barely hear them, Jason turned the volume on the radio up in the back seat. I guessed that he didn't want Kieran to know how Erik had hurt me while he was under the curse.

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

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

"You're sweet," I said.

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

“Oh, querido, you have no idea what a tough bitch I can be.”

He whispered so quietly that the guys couldn’t hear him. “I wish you could teach me to be a tough bitch.”

I patted his cheek and said, “Sorry, guapito, but you are too sweet. Besides, there's only room for one fierce bitch in this relationship.”

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

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

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

 

Kieran

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

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

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

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

I wasn't thrilled with the idea of going to a spa. I couldn’t get past the idea that spa days were for women, and I couldn’t help but get anxious whenever I felt like people saw me as a girl. Maybe it was because Uncle Craig had used that as an insult so often. “Cut your hair! You look like a girl. Stop crying, Kieran, are you a boy or a girl? Throw out that pink shirt right now! You look like a girl.” The list could go on forever.

But Alonzo was so happy we were finally getting our spa day together that it lifted my spirits a little. If he was that excited, I told myself that I could put up with it. He grabbed the robes from Erik and ran over to me. "You heard my man, Kieran. Let's get naked."

We both stripped down and wrapped the thick robes around our bodies. The robes were short enough to fit us, like they had our size before we checked in. Given how ritzy this place was, maybe they did. Before we left the room, Jason said, “Hold on for a moment.”

He opened a paper pouch and shook a few granules of fine powder onto his palm. Then he blew them in my face. I started choking a little, and he pulled me in for a hug after rewrapping the pouch.

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

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

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

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

Erik laughed and said, "Are you telling me that one of your fearsome weapons makes people’s nails grow two to three inches?"

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

Erik winced at the thought, and Alonzo couldn’t stop laughing, not at me but at the idea of Jason’s enemies trying to function with nails that long. I, on the other hand, was still a little shaken by the fact that Jason had done that to me. It hadn’t hurt, but it had felt a little like he was having fun at my expense. He could have asked me, or even told me what he wanted to do and I would have done it.

As we were leaving the room, Jason told Erik to hold the elevator for us. Then he wrapped his arms around me and said, “I am sorry, Sweet Prince. I didn’t think I’d upset you like this. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. Did I hurt your feelings or your eyes?”

I mumbled, “Just my feelings, Sir.”

He kissed me passionately, making my erection push against the soft material. “I’m sorry. I’ll do my best not to make you feel like that again.”

I threw my arms around his waist and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

Then we joined the two of them just as the elevator was opening. This hotel didn’t have key cards. It used old fashioned keys. Jason put one on his key ring and put another in his cross body bag. He gave two more to Erik to do the same. He didn’t give one to me or Alonzo.

Jason picked me up and held me in his arms, kissing me all the way down to the basement, despite the fact that this elevator had a man sitting on a stool who turned a handle to control the elevator’s motion. Erik did the same to Alonzo. When we got down to what we assumed was the bottom level (without buttons, it was hard to tell), they carried us out and into the spa.

The lady who was working there chatted with Jason and Erik, although Jason did most of the talking. Alonzo and I were given the whole works. We both had hairless bodies, so we got to skip the sugar treatment, then we soaked in mud, which didn't do a lot for me because I used Jason's special soap, but it made Alonzo's skin softer. Then we had our nails trimmed and cleaned. Jason wouldn't let them use colored nail polish on me, just a clear liquid that was supposed to be healthy for the nails, but Alonzo had them put a pale lavender on his nails. It was almost clear, but you could see the purple tint. We got our hair trimmed and styled, and then had a massage.

When the makeup artist came in, I was getting seriously nervous because I didn't want to look girlish. I looked over at Jason, hoping he would say to just skip it, but he blew me a kiss and gave the woman a thumbs up. I decided not to resist since Jason seemed to want it so much. I took a deep breath.

The makeup artist was a young woman. Her name tag read “Shirley”. Her makeup looked really nice on her. She could tell that I was nervous and uncomfortable, so she stroked my cheek and said, “Honey, your boyfriend is so lucky to have a handsome little guy like you. I’ll bet you’re nervous that I’m going to get you all tarted up so you look like a floozy - a girl floozy at that.”

She was kind and she put me at ease. I gave a quiet laugh. “Kind of.”

“Well, you are very pretty and I could do it. I could transform you from a pretty boy into a very pretty girl… but that’s not what your boyfriend wants. Just relax and I’ll show you how I can transform a pretty boy into an even prettier boy. Okay? Do you think you could do that?”

I nodded and replied, “You promise not to make me look like a girl?”

She crossed her heart and said, “I cross my heart, sweetie.”

I smiled at her. “Go ahead and do it.”

She had a rolling table with an unbelievable amount of makeup on it. She examined my complexion and whistled. “You have the whitest skin I’ve seen in a while, and frankly, boy, there are women who come in here and pay hundreds of dollars and never get a complexion like yours.”

Shirley pulled out a small comb and ran it through my eyebrows. Then she grabbed a tiny pair of scissors and a pair of tweezers. She pulled two airs from my left eyebrow and one from my right. Then she combed them again and trimmed two of them.

“That was easy. You didn’t need eyeliner threading. You didn’t really need the trimming I gave you.” She smiled and whispered, “I have to justify the fee I’m charging your boyfriend, though.”

Then she pulled out some copper eyeliner and painted a thin but noticeable line on the top lid. She held out a mirror and showed me. The copper complimented my eye color and made them seem much larger. She said, “This is an easy job, Mr. Lee. There’s nothing else you need.”

I blushed and shook my head. “I’m not Mr. Lee.” I pointed to Jason and said, “He’s Mr. Lee. I’m just Kieran.”

Jason came over and turned my face to look at me closely. “You are beautiful, Little Prince.”

Then he turned his attention to Shirley. “You did a fine job with my boy.” He pulled open my robe and exposed my left pec. His finger traced a small circle on my chest. “I want you to put a henna tattoo here.”

He handed her a slip of paper. “Can you do this?”

She took the paper and nodded. “I can do it, but what does it say?”

Jason stroked my cheek and smiled. “It says my name. I want it over your heart, Kieran, just like your name is always in my heart.”

“Will it be permanent?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. Maybe later. Let’s try it out until it fades, and then we’ll discuss it. Maybe we’ll get matching tattoos.”

Shirley was giving Jason eyes like she really approved of what she saw. “Let me get started.”

When she finished, I had a very neat set of Chinese characters in reddish brown on my chest. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to ask Alonzo if he could make it permanent. I never wanted Jason’s name to come off my chest. And then a thought occurred to me. I jumped up and ran over to the couch where Alonzo was just getting finished.

His eyebrows seemed thinner, and he was wearing deep brown eyeliner that made his eyes seem lighter and larger. His lips were glossy and moist. He was even prettier than he had been before. I registered all that in a moment, then I pulled open my robe and showed off my henna tattoo. I bounced up and down on the heels of my feet and said, “We match now. I have Jason’s name on my chest, just like you have Erik’s.”

Shirley offered to pierce my ears, but I didn’t have to say no. Jason jumped in and said, “No. Not a chance. There will be no holes in Kieran’s beautiful skin.”

Erik refused as well, although I had the feeling that he liked the idea of Alonzo with earrings, but Alonzo seemed relieved. We went up to the room and got dressed for dinner. All four of us wore suits. I had the light gray one that Jason had bought for me in the boy's department, and Alonzo had one of charcoal gray. My shirt was teal, and Alonzo's was purple. Erik had a classy suit in charcoal gray that matched Alonzo's and Jason wore his black silk suit with a mandarin collar over a deep red shirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alonzo took my hand in his and asked, “Did you like the taste?”

I nodded. “It was kind of sweet and it was chewier than shrimp, but it was good.”

“So now there’s something else you can eat.”

I nodded tentatively. “In my mind, lobster and crab and stuff like that, look like bugs. That’s the problem.”

Alonzo patted my hand. “But so do shrimp.”

I laughed a little and replied, “I ate shrimp back home, mostly breaded and deep fried, so in my mind they don’t look like bugs. They look like little curved pieces of meat.”

Erik and Jason were laughing at that, but Alonzo said, “Don’t let these two get you down, Kieran. I think you're brave to try out new foods.” He glared at Jason and Erik. “And these two shouldn’t be laughing at you. Stick with me and I’ll get you to try new things one at a time.”

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

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

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

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

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

 

Alonzo

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

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

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

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

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

He pulled me out onto the dance floor, and we started moving. I'm not shallow enough to be annoyed or embarrassed by the fact that Erik had no moves whatsoever. He must have been watching videos and trying to learn, and I found his efforts to be sexier than good dancing. He was trying hard to learn to like something I loved.

I saw Jason and Kieran on the floor as well. Kieran looked uncomfortable, but he always looked uncomfortable when he wasn't hiding in the corner.  Kieran was doing his best to overcome his discomfort and Erik was getting better all the time. I had an odd thought that we were more than just two couples. We were connected in some way that I didn’t understand. Even though we weren’t dancing next to one another, I could almost feel a flow of energy between  us.

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

The band was good. After Staying Alive, they went on to I Will Survive. The lead male vocalist was a rough looking guy with a scruffy beard. He sang the Cake version of the song so he could comfortably hit the notes. It was interesting that the female lead had sung Staying Alive, so they'd gender swapped the vocal parts. Then they switched to Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye. It wasn’t disco, but it was a slow song, so Erik was able to hold me while we moved slowly. I decided to make him look good. I turned around and wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind and then I moved against him with my butt, making it look like he was grinding me like an expert. Erik always looked good to me in his own way, even when he was stomping like he was part of the Peacemaker intro. I wanted everyone else to see him the way I did.

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

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

 

Kieran

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

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

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

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

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

Then he smacked my butt and went upstairs to his room. Donny was three years older than me, and I didn't think that he'd ever said a nice word to me. He usually said something mean, then called me faggot and pinched my butt. He’d always seemed obsessed with touching my ass. Sometimes he laughed and said I got an erection from him touching me, even when I didn't.

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

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

"Yes, Sir," I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stiffened and replied quickly, "No, Sir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Erik

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

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

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

From the looks we were getting, some of the folks on the dance floor weren't happy sharing it with a couple of homos, but what were they going to do? I was six foot five and most of them were probably too afraid of me to cause trouble. Besides, Jason had told me that this place was gay friendly, and most of the patrons were ignoring us or looking at us with smiles. And a lot of those were probably secretly wishing they were me. Alonzo was prettier than their own dates. He was the perfect size and build, which was probably why Kieran had made himself shrink to the same size. Now the two of them were like bookends, five foot four and slender with long hair and beautiful faces. The fact that Alonzo was dark, and Kieran was light was the most obvious physical difference.

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

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

 

Alonzo

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

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

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

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

He took both our hands and pulled us to our feet. Then he wrapped one arm around each of us and walked us to the elevator. I stood on tiptoes and kissed his chin, so he picked me up with one arm. Seeing Kieran standing alone, Erik grabbed him with the other arm to carry us to our suite. We both gasped at his strength. We’d known that he was strong, but not that strong.

The elevator attendant gave Erik a nod of approval. He had a glint in his eye like he was imagining the things Erik was going to do with the two of us. I decided to give himself something to fuel his imagination. I leaned across Erik’s broad chest and kissed Kieran passionately.

When the doors opened, Erik walked down the hall clutching both of us in his arms. When we got to the room, Erik said, “My hands are full of twinkies. You’ll have to reach into my pocket to get the key.”

I fumbled in his pocket until I found the key, but before I pulled it out, I maneuvered my hand until I could run my fingers along his massive erection. He inhaled sharply and squeezed me harder. I giggled and pulled his key ring out, but it slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. Before I could say “oops” the key ring flew back up into my hand. I hadn’t felt the magic flow through me, but I assumed that I must have cast a spell. Clarissa would be mad, since she hadn’t taught me any spell that could do that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He held me there until I fell asleep.

 

Kieran

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author's preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author's preferred reading order is Magery 2.

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