Alchemy and Songcraft

Concordium Chapter 53

Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 6

Alonzo

Saturday morning, I woke up in the giant bed in the master bedroom of the Alchemy house. Kieran and I were still hugging each other, but both Erik and Jason were gone. We were so close together that we were breathing in each other's faces. Ever since we'd been taking Jason's magic tea, none of us had morning breath. We never had bad breath at any time, nor unpleasant body odor. I could still smell Erik's scent when we made love or whenever he held me, but it was just his natural musk without a hint of the sourness of BO.

I stared at Kieran's face. He didn't look anxious when he was sleeping. He seemed at peace. He didn't even snore. I brushed a stray golden red curl out of his eyes, and he stirred in his sleep. I tweaked his nose, and he woke up. He reached behind him for Jason and then panicked when he didn't find him.

"Hey, it's okay," I said. "Jason didn't leave you alone. He knew that I wouldn't get up and leave you."

"Sorry," he said with a sad shrug. "I haven't slept alone since Jason moved into our room. I'm kind of needy and high maintenance."

I sat up next to him and wrapped my arms around him. "Why do you always run yourself down?" I asked him, my concern obvious in my voice. "You're a beautiful boy with a kind soul and you just need someone to make you feel safe. Let me promise you something. Any time Jason can't be with us, I'll keep you safe. You may not have noticed, but I'm kind of a badass sorcerer myself."

That got a smile out of him. He asked, "Could you show me some magic, Alonzo? I know Jason can cast spells, but he never does it where I can see him."

I did a couple of simple spells that Clarissa had taught me. I fixed my hair and his. Then I cast a cleaning spell that removed all the sweat and drool from our faces. He was excited and kept asking me for more, so I wove mage light between my fingers.

"I can't do any big attack spells, or at least I'm not supposed to until Clarissa says it's okay," I explained. "But I'm apparently a rogue mage and I can sometimes work magic even if I don't know what I'm doing. I made glowing lights dance along the ceiling the other day in class, but a classmate who was a mage stopped it before it got out of hand."

"Jason took me to Ibis House once and introduced me to some mages who live there, but I don't know where it is," he said. "Maybe we could go there for lunch one day and you can meet them."

I agreed that it sounded nice. It was even better that Kieran wasn't looking anxious anymore. I turned to him and said, "Why don't we throw our clothes on and go down to find the guys?"

Kieran looked back at me. He shook his head and said, "We can't put clothes on in the house, just our thongs. It would be against the rules, and I don't like disobeying Jason."

"I'll take the blame," I said. "We don't know if Gwendolyn and Seth came back last night, and we don't want them to see us near naked."

I threw Kieran a clean thong and I grabbed one for myself. Then I found a pair of shorts and a tee shirt that would do for now. When I looked over at Kieran, he was wearing his thong, but he was just staring at his clothes.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, putting my arm around him.

He shrugged and replied, "I don't know what Jason wants me to wear, and I don't want to disappoint him by wearing something he won't like."

I picked out a pair of pink shorts and a blue tee shirt almost the exact same color as his sapphire eyes. "Jason bought all your clothes. You don't own anything anymore that he didn't choose. He'll be happy so long as I make you pretty before we go. Now get dressed."

He reluctantly put on the clothes I'd picked for him. I was going to use magic to fix his hair, but I thought it would calm him down if I brushed it out for him instead. Once he was dressed, I drew him over to the bed and pulled him down so he was sitting between my legs, and we could see the mirror on the vanity. I slowly unbraided his hair and then brushed it out with the fancy hair set Jason had bought him.

I could feel the magic vibration in the handle even before I noticed that it never snagged in his hair. It easily detangled the few knots he had without a hint of pain. And I was right, he calmed down and relaxed as I brushed his long hair out. I put it in a loose French braid that kept it out of his face and blended in smoothly with the long hair in the back. I put a copper hair clasp in it to hold it steady and then I let it hang loose below the clasp.

I was hugging him and telling him how pretty he was when the guys came back in. They'd been talking about something in the hallway, but they got quiet when they opened the door. They both looked good. Jason must have been up doing something that required him to be active. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt with an open jacket with a mandarin collar. He always looked well put together, but I'd come to know him well enough that I could tell he was dressed for work, not play.

But Erik took my breath away. He was wearing a muscle shirt that was drenched with sweat, and his eleven inches were semi hard in his gray sweats. His short blond hair was plastered to his head, framing his masculine features, and I found myself unconsciously licking my lips.

Kieran jumped up and ran over to Jason, hugging him tight like he hadn't seen him in a week. I tried to be more restrained, but I wasted no time throwing my arms around Erik and inhaling his masculine scent deep inside my lungs.

"You smell good, Erik. I want to throw you on that bed and lick all the sweat off your body," I said. "Then te montaré como una bestia y rebotaré en tu tranca grande."

I could see him trying to puzzle it out, so I pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, "I'll ride you like a beast and bounce on your big dick."

He smiled at me and said, "I love you too, mi puto maricon, but your man is hungry. I need you to make me some breakfast first, so I have the energy to satisfy you."

I pouted, but I secretly loved the new take charge Erik I was seeing. I could hear Kieran apologizing to Jason for putting on clothes without him. "I wasn't sure what to do, but Alonzo helped me pick out clothes. I hope it's alright."

Jason kissed him. He looked over Kieran's head and caught my eyes. He said, "It's okay. If I'm not around, I want you to listen to Erik. And if Erik's not around I want you to listen to Alonzo. I trust Erik completely, and Alonzo knows what's right and what's wrong."

He didn't say it, but I had the impression he wanted to add, "And if he proves to be untrustworthy, I'll deal with him later."

I teased Erik with a whispered, "You'll protect me from the brutal alchemist, won't you?"

"Not a chance," he replied with a smile. Then he smacked my butt and said, "I need him to help me train you to be a properly obedient boy."

"I'm not good at obeying," I said with a flirtatious look.

"Don't I know it? It's my curse to be hopelessly in love with such a rascal," he sighed. "I just hope you learn to obey before I wear out my paddling arm because you have one hell of spanking coming later for not paying attention and starting trouble on campus yesterday."

"Promises, promises," I mumbled against his sweaty shirt.

Jason said, "I'm sorry for the delay this morning. Let me fix your tea and medicinals so we can get started."

While he was mixing the tea and doling out his alchemical pastilles, he said, "Since Kieran claims he wants to learn some household duties, I was hoping you would let him help you make breakfast this morning."

He handed Kieran a cup of tea and a shot glass full of pills. "You're first this morning, Sweet Prince."

Then he made ours. He and Erik drank first. He handed me mine last, not too long before Kieran jumped up to go to the bathroom. Then Jason put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You're not the same as Kieran, Alonzo, so I'm going to trust you with something, but you must promise me that you won't say anything to Kieran."

"Okay. I suppose so, but you shouldn't keep things from him," I replied. Sometimes Jason's need to control Kieran made me angry, but if I didn't promise him to keep his secrets, he wouldn't tell me anything either.

Jason nodded and said, "The house is being watched. Don't worry. It's safe. I checked the wards, and no one can get inside. I think they're the same as the man who was at the resort last weekend. I don't want you and Kieran going outside without Erik or me. I need you to promise that you will obey me, and that you'll help me keep an eye on Kieran. And no matter what, don't tell him. He's still dealing with anxiety brought on because he's finally living the life he needs, but his subconscious mind is still fighting against it. He's dealt with his doubts in his conscious mind, but his subconscious still contains some negative voices and influences. He's made a lot of progress, but he still has a way to go."

I decided to lay it all out on the table. "You treat him like a child and that's why he's acting like a child."

"No," Jason replied. "He's reverting to the last point in his life when he was happy before his parents died and he was forced to move in with his homophobic uncle. He was twelve then, but his behavior may be that of an even younger boy. Kieran's therapist says that he'll start maturing again psychologically once he's excised these influences from his mind. He should mature more quickly and in a healthier way, but it may take him a couple of years. It's my job to make sure that he's comfortable while he's doing what he needs to do.

"This is why I'm acting like his father as well as his lover. And Erik is his fun uncle who helps protect him. You are his slightly more mature friend who helps to keep an eye on him. It sounds weird, but it is working. You have no idea what trauma he has hidden inside him. I don't know all of it, but what has been shared with me is bad. He needs all of us to help him."

That was much more information than Jason had ever shared with me before. From the look on his face, Erik already knew all about it. I nodded at Jason and said, "I'll do it. I'll stop needling him to be more assertive and I'll just help him be himself. But I do have one question. Why am I being protected inside the wards and Erik is free to come and go? No offense to my lover boy, but I am a somewhat badass rogue mage, and Erik is mundane."

Jason nodded at me and replied, "You were a badass rogue mage, but you gave up that dangerous power that was threatening to destroy you. Now you're a novice rogue mage, still ridiculously powerful from what I hear, but you don't have the skills you need to stand up to hunters in a fight. Erik may be mundane, but he's a skilled boxer and now he's taking martial arts classes. He was showing me what he can do this morning while you two were sleeping. He doesn't have magic, but he's competent in a fight."

I looked over at Erik and he struck a power pose with his muscles taut. I smiled at him and gave him a wink. He was sexy and powerful, and I loved him. I just had to stop thinking he was weaker than me because he was mundane. Or was he? When he struck that pose there was a ripple in the numina field, and I could have sworn that there was a shimmer in the air in front of him. Why didn't Jason notice it, or Sebastian, or any of the other experienced mages?

It must have been the fact that I'm a rogue mage. It meant that I was more sensitive to magic than most mages. From what Clarissa had told me, most mages needed to cast a spell to sense the numina field, but I was able to do it as easily as noticing something or hearing a sound. For me it was like an extra sense.

"Thank you for being honest with me. I'll do my best to help," I said.

Then I walked over and wrapped my arms around Erik. I'd been right. There was some sort of permeable barrier around him. I wasn't very strong, and I could easily get through it, but I knew that it was there, and I suspected that it would provide him some defense in the event of a fight. But how did he do it? From his expression, it didn't look like he was even aware that it existed.

I had to run into the bathroom almost as soon as Kieran came out. When I was done, I took Kieran by the hand and led him down to the kitchen. Seth Gray was making coffee when we came in. He wasn't using a coffee pot, but he was measuring coffee into a clay pot with a clay lid. He had a pot of water boiling on the stove with a cinnamon stick and piece of orange peel in it. He didn't have a piloncillo, but I could see the brown sugar sitting on the counter. It was a reasonable substitute.

"You have an olla, just like my Tia Marisol!" I exclaimed. "If you make enough for everyone, we'll make you huevos rancheros for breakfast."

"Deal," Seth replied. He and his sister were from Santa Fe, so they knew a little about good food. "We came in late last night, so you were already asleep, but I am going to assume that you two had a good time last night in that big bedroom."

Kieran blushed, but I ran a hand down Seth's back and said, "Eleven inches of pure heaven."

Seth's eyes grew wide, and he inhaled deeply before sighing, "I've never even seen one that big. It sounds like a myth come to life. But I rarely bottom. For me it's usually girls or cute versatile boys."

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I do them while they're doing my sister. Gwendolyn and I like to share."

I didn't like girls that way, but his words still made my dick twitch. The Gray twins were good looking, and they looked more alike than fraternal twins usually did. The thought of them sharing a guy was extremely hot. I had to ask. "Do you ever share a girl?"

Seth replied, "Of course, but I didn't think you'd be interested in hearing about that."

He was right. I didn't need to hear about that part. I was just curious. Seth finished making the coffee while I explained the recipe to Kieran. He was an eager student. Most of the ingredients were left over from last night. We fried one corn tortilla per plate, then spread refried beans on the tortilla. We heated the rice from last night and spooned it on the side of the plate. Then we fried eggs and put two eggs on each tortilla. Technically, we made huevos divorciados because we put red salsa on one egg and green salsa on the other. Then we sprinkled crumbled cotija cheese on top of them. Seth helped us set the table and carry the plates in before straining the coffee into cups.

The breakfast table was full. It was me and Erik, Jason and Kieran, Seth and Gwendolyn, Delian Khalkis and Rowan Vidas-Wu. The latter two lived at Ibis House, but they were here to help with the alchemy work. From the conversation at breakfast, it sounded like they were going to help the Grays set up an arcane circle here at the house so the mages could use translocation spells to travel back and forth. A mage named Elijah I hadn't met was coming over to be the primary for the ritual. He was apparently a big deal, like Sebastian and Clarissa.

As I expected, Kieran ate only half his food. Erik ate the other half. I ended up donating about a quarter of mine to him as well. He had a big appetite.

After breakfast, as everyone was starting to get up, Jason nodded at Erik. It was like the two of them had worked out a plan for this sort of situation. Erik stood up and spoke in a loud, clear voice. "Alonzo, Kieran, and Seth made breakfast. Delian and Rowan, you can clean up the dishes while Gwendolyn consults with Jason about the day's alchemy work. I'll be walking the perimeter."

Delian and Rowan looked at Erik, like they were trying to figure out who this big blond guy was, but he was with Jason Lee, and the Grays seemed to be deferring to him, so they shrugged it off and went to do what he told them to do. I was proud of him.

I had to get ready for my band practice and everyone else was busy, so I took Kieran with me. While I was changing into my "gay cowboy" garb (as the band called it), Kieran was folding my dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper. Jason liked it that way because he said that it kept the clothes from getting wrinkled. And Kieran did everything Jason told him to do. And that meant that I had to do the same for mine and Eric's clothes. Otherwise Kieran would just redo it.

He looked over at me and said, "Did you notice that Erik was projecting his aura at breakfast?"

"No," I admitted. "What's that?"

"According to Rakesh, everyone has an aura, but mundanes can't use it for anything. It's just there. Erik was projecting it so that his aura was affecting everyone in the room. Not me because I have mental shields," he explained. "Oh, and Erik has mental shields too. I can see that in someone’s aura."

I was in shock. Erik was mundane. Sebastian had confirmed it earlier when he had a cascade crisis from seeing through the velamen unprepared. How was he using magic now, and why didn't I feel it? "Are you sure?" I asked. "I didn't feel anything, and I can feel it when there's magic in the area."

Kieran nodded and replied, "I'm not an expert, but according to Rakesh, you can't see or feel mind magery unless it's directed at you specifically or a mind mage used it to manipulate the numina flow. Normally, it just uses the numina that flows naturally through the mind mage's body. But Erik isn't very good at it. His manifestations are even more inefficient than mine are. He uses too much energy, and it makes him get fatigued easily.

"I noticed it the other day when he was moving things with his mind. He didn't know anyone was watching, but I was practicing my far seeing and I spotted him. It's always easier to far see someone you know than a total stranger and my range isn't very good. I can't see much farther than the next room over."

"Verdad? Kieran, are you telling me that Erik has been using mind magic and you didn't say anything?" I asked with an exasperated tone. "Didn't you think that I had a right to know?"

His face fell when he replied, "I didn't mean to keep it a secret. I thought you already knew. I thought everyone knew and no one told me. I'm used to nobody telling me anything."

I couldn't stay mad at him. I hugged him and told him it was alright, then I let him help me finish getting dressed. "I love your clothes, Alonzo," he said. "You're always so fashionable. It makes you look even prettier than you are."

"Thank you, boyfriend!" I replied. "You are the best friend I've ever had."

We were hugging when Jason came into the room and told us to hurry up. Erik was going to stay here for a while to keep an eye on things, while Jason took me to campus to sing and he took Kieran out to do some shopping. He told me that one of the Grays would bring Erik back after the arcane circle was built.

We were all going to go to a movie tonight before heading back to Alchemy House.

 

Kieran

The morning was great, even if Alonzo did get mad at me for a while before we left. I wouldn't have kept a secret from my best friend (well, my best friend aside from Jason). After we dropped Kieran off, Jason moved me to the front seat. I told him about the incident with Alonzo. He asked me a lot of questions, but then he told me not to worry, that Alonzo wasn't mad at me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wanted to watch Alonzo sing, Sir," I said.

Jason put a hand on my knee and squeezed it. "Alonzo's band isn't ready to let people listen to them yet. Once they are, we'll watch them."

"Did you know that Erik is a mind mage?" I asked. "I never would have kept a secret from you. I thought you'd already know. Please don't be mad at me. I wouldn't be able to bear it, Sir."

Somewhere during that last exchange, tears had come to my eyes. Jason calmly pulled the car over so he could slide his seat back and pull me onto his lap. He held me for a few minutes. Slowly rubbing my back. Then he kissed me on the neck and said, "I'm not mad at you, Kieran. I know you don't lie to me because you're a good boy most of the time."

I looked up at him and asked, "Most of the time, Sir?"

Jason nodded. "Yes. Most of the time. You disobeyed me when you met with Kyle without me being there. It turned out alright and that you were safe with him, but you might not have been. You promised to follow my rules, and you didn't. Sometime tonight, I am going to punish you. I'm going to let you choose. You can lose your orgasms for a week, or you can get a spanking, but if you choose the spanking, you need to know that it will be hard and that you won't enjoy it."

I pressed my head into his chest and said, "I'll take the spanking, Sir. I don't want to lose my orgasms. And I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for, Kieran," he asked me.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you, Sir," I said.

"When you disobey me, you substitute your judgment for mine. And I won't tolerate that, Kieran. You are my luantong, and the duty of a luantong is to obey his man. You can ask me questions when we are alone, but you will defer to me in public, and once I've decided you will accept it. Do you understand me?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

I understood where he was coming from now. It wasn't about whether I was right or wrong. It was about my role and his role. It was his job to make the decisions, and it was my role to obey him. It was okay to voice my doubts in private, but in public it was my job to obey him and support him. I deserved the spanking that was coming. I started crying.

"Why are you crying, Kieran?" he asked.

"I'm crying, Sir, because I failed you. And I'm crying because I know that you're going to punish me to help me learn to be a better luantong for you," I said.

"Good. I'm proud of you. You're still going to get that spanking, but now you understand that it's for your own good," he said.

"If I'm your luantong, what are you to me? In Chinese, I mean, Sir," I asked.

"You can call me zhangfu. It's the same thing a wife calls her husband," he replied.

"Yes, Sir, zhangfu," I replied.

He laughed and made me repeat it several times until I got the tone right. Then we kissed for a little bit before he put me back in my seat and buckled me in. I was glad that I'd chosen the spanking. My dick was hard, and I was looking forward to cumming when I was riding his cock.

I had no idea where we were going, until Jason pulled into the same department store where he'd first taken me clothes shopping. It was an anchor store at the Woodview Mall. I had no idea why we were going. I didn't think I needed anything else. When I'd arrived at school, my drawers had been mostly empty, but Jason had filled them with clothes he'd purchased online or from Fine Clothing by Ravensley. And Jason didn't wear the kind of clothes they sold here.

But he led me to the women's section and started looking at yoga tights. I was getting nervous because it bothered me a lot when Jason bought women's clothes for me. "Sir? Are you going to make me wear women's clothes?" I whispered, fearful of questioning him in public.

"These are sold in the women's section but look here on the label. It says unisex. I want to buy you some to wear when the weather gets colder because I want people to be able to see your beautiful legs. These will keep you warm enough walking between buildings. If they don't, I'll start making you a warming pastille to suck on when you're outside," he explained.

The store didn't usually allow people to try on things like that, but no one told Jason no. He sweet talked the girl behind the counter into letting me try them on in the changing room. Once he'd closed the doors, he made me take my shoes and socks off before he yanked my pants and my thong off, leaving me naked from the waist down. Then he held up the yoga tights.

"They're too small, Sir," I said, "and they're built for girls. They're flat in the front."

Jason was working them up my legs. "See, they stretch, and they look good on you."

I was giving him sad eyes. These tights made look like a girl. They were reinforced at the crotch and it didn't even look like I had a penis, even though I was hard, but Jason was happily rubbing my legs and my butt. The tights fit like a second skin, and it felt like his hand was running along my bare flesh.

"They're made for girls, Sir," I said. "The first pack you picked up said unisex, but these say teen girls. I can read, you know."

"Sweet Prince, the unisex tights don't come in your size. And you have a round butt that looks beautiful in these tights," he said, turning me around so I could see my own butt in the mirror.

"But it looks like I don't have a penis, Sir, and the seam is pressing into me, and my balls are separated on either side of the seam," I replied.

My lip was quivering, and my voice had gone whiny, but I didn't care. Jason held me tight and said, "Alright. Don't say I don't listen to you. I must buy this pair because we tried them on, but I won't make you wear them. But when I order you some expensive compression tights in sexy colors, men's size extra small, you will wear them without complaint."

"Everybody will see my butt, right through them, Sir," I said.

"Kieran, I'm going to let you wear shorts with them, tight little booty shorts, but no one will be able to see your butt," he assured me. "But, if I'm going to make all these concessions for you, you're going to have to make it up to me later. I'm going to buy you more jewelry, and you're not going to complain about wearing it. You aren't going to complain it makes you look like a girl, and you aren't going to say that it makes you look gay."

"I don't complain about looking gay anymore, Sir," I said. "I am gay, and I'm getting used to people seeing me that way."

He helped me get my clothes back on and then we went to the counter to pay. He bought me some more hair clasps while we were here. Then he led me into the mall. Everyone was looking at us. I knew it was because I looked younger than him, but Jason didn't care. He loved showing me off. Whenever we heard whispering, he would rub my butt or pull me close and kiss my lips.

He wasn't joking about jewelry. There was a jewelry store at the center of the mall, and he led me inside and showed me some rings and necklaces. I knew he was going to buy me something and make me wear it, so I tried to get him to buy me a gold necklace with the big chunky links like Alonzo wore, but he chose a necklace with more delicate links in bright silver titanium. It had a blue tourmaline pendant on it. He put it around my neck and had them adjust it so that the chain was shorter, more like a choker. Then he bought me a ring made of platinum with a large sapphire in it and a row of small diamonds running around the band. I didn't ask the price, and no one told me.

The ring was for later, he said, and I was reminded that he'd already told me we were getting married this summer. The necklace he wanted me to wear every day. I was embarrassed that he spent so much money on me. The clerk had begun talking about payment plans, but Jason handed him his card and the clerk seemed surprised that the balance was high enough to cover it.

Afterwards, we went back to the department store. Jason took me into the bathroom stall, and we stood next to each other while we urinated. I had a flashback to doing this with my dad. I must have been seven or eight years old. Jason brought the memory home by putting his arm around my shoulders and squeezing me tight.

When we were finished, Jason led me back next to the sinks and started kissing me passionately. He started at my neck but worked his way up to my lips. I was moaning, but I nearly froze when the door opened, and someone walked in. Jason whispered, "Shh. I think we have an audience, just like last time we were here."

"There you are," the man said. I could see that he was the same old man who'd watched us having sex in this bathroom several weeks ago. "Don't pay me no mind, boys."

My small cock started leaking. Had Jason set all this up because I'd been so aroused last time when this same old man had watched us? From his smile, I guessed that he had. I was smaller than I had been, so Jason had no trouble lifting me up and sitting me on the counter.

He pulled my tee shirt over my head and kissed his way down my neck to my collar bone. I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure as his lips traced their way across to my nipples. Then his tongue teased each one. It felt like my skin was on fire. His lips left moist spots that grew cold in the refrigerated air coming from the vent, like chill spots in the surrounding warmth.

The old man started rubbing himself as Jason pulled my shorts off, leaving me in my thong, socks, and underwear. My small erection was pressing into the stretchy material of the pouch, leaving no doubt about how excited I was.

"Your boy really likes what you're doing to him," the old man said. "Make him squeal like he did last time."

Jason moved down between my legs, gently mouthing the pouch of my thong. Then he pushed my legs up so he could get at my hole. It was covered only by the strap that separated the cheeks of my butt. Jason kissed me there and then pulled the strap to one side. He slowly teased me with his tongue and the old man got the squeal he was waiting for.

I held my knees up for him so he would have his hands free. He rewarded me by taking hold of my balls and squeezing them. He was being more forceful with me than he had been the last week or so, and I liked it.

"Please, Sir, squeeze the cum out of my nuts," I begged. I remembered the last time we were here. Jason had tormented me by flicking my balls. Then he'd flicked my dick while squeezing them. It had been one of the most erotic experiences I'd ever imagined.

"Is that what you want, Sweet Prince? Have I been too gentle with you?" he asked.

I nodded my head and bit my lip. "Yes, Sir," I said. "I want you to treat me more like Erik treats Alonzo, but only when we're having sex. I'll be your baby the rest of the time."

Jason stood up and kissed me again, his hand still holding my balls tight in his hand. "I'll be a little more aggressive if you like," he said.

He gave my balls a hard squeeze and I said, "Yes, please, Sir, like that."

Jason squatted down again and attacked my hole with gusto, alternately licking and probing me with passion. Meanwhile, his hand continued to squeeze my balls. It hurt, but only enough to get me more excited. He was being more aggressive, and I loved it. He'd been treating me like I was made of glass. This was more what I wanted.

"Your beautiful rosebud has opened completely for me, Sweet Prince. It quivers at its master's touch and invites me inside," Jason said, opening his pants to reveal his eight inches.

The old man was closer now. His eyes widened a little at the sight of my zhangfu's cock, but his eyes were mostly fixated on my boy hole. "Can I touch it?" he asked Jason.

"You can touch it, but only the outside," Jason said, “then you need to stand back so I can take my boy while you watch."

The old man stroked the ring of my hole with his gnarled finger. It felt different than when Jason touched me. It was more exciting in some ways because he was a stranger, but he wasn't my zhangfu, and Jason was the only man I wanted inside me.

When the old man stood back, Jason placed the head of his cock at my hole and pushed inside. I was already clean because of his alchemical tea, but I heard him whisper something I couldn’t make out. He’d been doing that lately when he didn’t have time for one of his magic lube spheres. He didn’t like the taste of lube. Whatever spell he used made me super-slippery. Before I shrank eight inches, he used to use only his saliva, but now he didn’t fit inside me well without some help.

I gasped and clutched at his arms. Jason caught my legs before they could fall, and he placed them around his neck. He ran his hands over my smooth chest, pausing to tweak my nipples briefly before enfolding my small cock in his hand and squeezing it for just a moment before letting go. He never really stroked me, but he knew how to make me cum without stroking.

He pulled his hand to his mouth and licked my precum off it. He smiled and licked his lips. "Reach down and pull your cheeks apart, my… sweet and sexy prince. I want to take you forcefully this afternoon."

I did and he rammed his cock inside me with one mighty thrust. I had to stifle a scream as he punched against my inner sphincter, but he didn't relent. He pressed forward until he popped inside me. The pain had been sharp and intense. My dick deflated a little from the sensation, but it hardened again when Jason started fucking me for real.

His cock was the perfect size for me. It was just big enough to pleasure both my outer and inner sphincters, but not so big that it punched painfully against the walls of my colon. Jason had told me that one of his alchemical unguents had made my anus more sensitive, and I believed him. Every brush against my sphincters and every touch on my prostate sent waves of pleasure flowing through my whole body. My breath was growing ragged, and my body was covered with sweat despite the cool air.

Jason was as sweaty as I was. He had that look of determination on his face he got when he was fucking me. He wasn't concentrating on reaching his orgasm; he was concentrating on my enjoyment. He was a dutiful zhangfu and he took great care to bring me the maximum pleasure he could. He had me whimpering. My muscles were turning to jelly and my skin was tingling.

He gave me an adoring smile. "That's it. Is my sexy boy ready to cum?"

"Yes, Sir," I whined. "You know how to fu… how to touch me in all the right places, Sir."

Jason didn't like me to use "dirty words", and I'd caught myself just before blurting out one of the words that were forbidden to me. Jason thought a proper luantong should be demure, obedient, and respectable. I was trying, but… I didn't always succeed.

"It's good that you're almost ready, beautiful boy, because your sweet boy hole is so sexy that I can't hold out much longer," he said.

Then he flexed his finger and snapped it hard against the head of my dick while his other hand gave my nuts a sharp squeeze. My mouth flew open, and I groaned, "Yes, Sir! Do that again!"

Jason gave me another sharp flick and a tight squeeze. Each round brought me that much closer, and his cock inside me, probing both sphincters and rubbing my gay spot, was sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I could feel my dick contracting and my balls pulling tight against my body. Then the magic happened. His cock impaled me as deep as it could get; his right finger flicked the head of my dick harder than before; and his left hand squeezed my balls so tight that I felt a little nauseous.

And it was like his hand was squeezing the cum from my balls. I experienced the most powerful whole-body orgasm of my life. I screamed my pleasure at the top of my lungs and then I felt myself hovering over my body and looking down. Jason's eyes were closed, and he was groaning. I could see his powerful buttocks clenching as he emptied his cock inside me.

I laughed as I sank back inside my body. Jason had literally fucked my astral self out of my body. I grabbed hold of him and basked in the post-orgasmic afterglow. He kissed my throat and then nibbled on my earlobes.

We lay there for a minute, before Jason pulled out of me. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I could take about three-quarters of him in my throat before I choked and gagged so much I had to pull back. I kept at it until there wasn't a trace of cum left on his shaft. Then he set me back on the counter and pulled my thong off. He cleaned my hairless cock quickly with his mouth before kissing me again, the taste of my cum still on his lips.

"Thank you for tracking me down and inviting me to watch again. You're a sexy stud and your boy is… well he's magnificent," he said, pushing his cock back inside his pants. He'd spilled his cum on the floor.

Jason held my slimy thong out to him and said, "You don't have to steal it this time. Take it."

The old man smiled and took it. He held it up to his face and inhaled deeply. Then he wrapped it carefully in a paper towel and stuck it in his pocket.

"You've made this old man's week," he said. "If I were just twenty years younger, I'd go looking for a boy of my own, but once you turn seventy-five, everything slows down."

He turned to go, but Jason called out, "Wait. Here's a special vitamin that may help you feel more energetic."

The man took it between his gnarled fingers and looked at it. Jason pushed his hand up to his mouth and pressed the pill against his lips. "Go ahead and swallow it.”

Jason was very persuasive, even without the unguent he wore that made others susceptible to his words. The old man swallowed the pill, and then moved to the door, using his cane to steady his movements. I noticed that the old man had locked the door after coming inside the room.

Jason helped me get my clothes and shoes back on. Then he gathered up our bags and walked me out to the car. He was back to babying me. He opened the door and put his hand on my butt to help me into the passenger seat. Once he'd fastened my seat belt, he walked around to the driver's side and got inside.

"Did you give that old man a pill to make him young again, Sir?" I asked.

Jason laughed and said, "No. That would break the velamen for sure. It will cure many of the problems that make his old age so uncomfortable, deterioration of the joints, arthritis, weak bladder, back pain, failing eyesight, hardening of the arteries, and so on. He'll feel thirty years younger, and he may live to a ripe old age of a hundred and something, but it will be within the extremity of the norms for mundanes his age."

 

Alonzo

Practice was great. When I first arrived, George Marley picked me up in a bear hug and swung me around with my feet dangling. He kissed both my cheeks before letting me down. His beard brushed against my face. "And don't you dare move off your mark during practice," he said. "I scooted my drums over so that I can watch you shake your booty while you sing."

He gave me a wink before handing me off to the other members of the band. Jill and Mariah were sisterly with me. Jill always fussed with my hair even though it was never out of place, and Mariah always "straightened" my shirt despite it always being adjusted just fine.

Billy was the last. He didn't manhandle me, he just put an arm around my shoulder and asked, "Are you okay, Alonzo? They're just hazing you."

I shrugged. "It's okay. They're just being friendly."

"Too friendly," he said. Then he turned to the band and said, "Guys, Alonzo is too afraid to lose this gig to say anything. He thinks we did him a favor letting him join, when we all know he's the most amazing vocalist here at Severan. He's small and he's young, but you need to stop treating him like a child. And George, you need to stop groping him. You're not even gay."

George chuckled and said, "I never met Alonzo before. He's prettier than my last three girlfriends, and I can learn."

Billy gave him a sharp look and said, "Alonzo is a member of the band, not our mascot."

"Sorry, Alonzo," George said with a shrug and a big smile. "I got carried away. I've never been with a boy, but you do make me consider what I could be missing out on. I'll put it on hold, but I'm still going to watch you dance on stage in front of me. And if you break up with that blond giant you're seeing, all bets are off."

"Okay," I said, smiling back at him. "You can look, but you can't touch."

Jill said, "Alonzo, I'm… "

"Don't you dare!" I said. "You and Mariah can keep checking my hair and clothes. It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all. I kind of like it. My mom never fussed over me like that."

"Say sister next time," Mariah said. "We're not that much older than you, punk. But I have been thinking about something. I'm supposed to sing About Damn Time in the concert, but I can't dance the moves and play keyboard at the same time. It would be awesome to have a gender swap in the song."

I glanced at Billy with a questioning look on my face. He threw his hands up and said, "Fine! Mariah's been badgering me about this idea for days. Can we practice now?"

It was going well. No one was making any serious mistakes and I had a chance to practice a Lizzo song! It was a little strange when Reggie came in to watch, however. Billy had been giving everyone who'd asked an emphatic "no", even his cousin who was in the business school. I had no idea Reggie and Billy were such good friends.

After practice, Reggie caught up with me and put his arm around me. "Where's the Viking?" he asked.

I sighed and said, "Erik isn't on campus. He's doing something important."

I didn't know what he was up to, but Jason had him doing something at the Alchemy House and I wasn't going to tell Jason's business to anyone else. Reggie was nice to me, and he could be engaging to talk to, but he was always running Erik down and it was becoming annoying.

"If you were with me, I wouldn't miss any of your practice sessions," he said, leading me toward the Student Union. "I'd never leave your side."

"I asked Billy if Erik could come, but he said that we weren't ready for that," I protested.

Reggie laughed and said, "And that's another reason not to be dating a mundane. A mage can get around stuff like that."

I stopped and looked at him. He was a handsome guy, with his light brown skin and curly black hair, but I didn't like what he was implying. I asked him, "Did you put a charm on Billy?"

Reggie gave me a big smile and replied, "A charm doesn't last long enough. I changed his mind so that he thinks we're good friends. He had no idea who I was, but now he knows that we've been friends for two years. He has no problem making an exception for his good friend Reggie."

"That's not right, Reggie," I said. "You can't just alter people's minds like that."

"I can, and I did," he replied. "I didn't cause him any harm, and I have no intention of ever causing him harm. All I did was make him accept me as a good friend. If we'd spent time together, we probably would be friends anyway. I just made it happen faster and easier."

"I'm with Erik, Reggie, and that's not going to change," I said with an exasperated sigh. "You're funny and I like you but being near me during practice isn't going to change that. I'm not going to leave Erik and come running to you."

Reggie wrapped his arm around my shoulders and made me walk toward the Student Union again. While we walked, he assured me, "I don't want to split you up. I told you that I am waiting in case you get tired of him. I know how these mixed relationships go. I won't do anything to get between you, but I want to be here with you so I can catch you when you fall. And I want to keep an eye out for you. You almost broke the velamen once, but I prevented it. Just let me take care of those things so that you can concentrate on being beautiful and talented."

"What do you get out of it?" I asked. "It seems there must be something more."

"Not a thing," Reggie replied. "It's just what I said. You're a great singer! You're amazing, in fact! You have a fantastic future ahead of you. I'm… adequate. I'll never have that. Maybe I just want to be part of what you have, even if I can't have you. But you shouldn't begrudge me being willing to wait for you. Maybe you won't break up with Erik. Maybe you'll be together for years. Don't be angry if I say that I will be here in case none of that is true."

I didn't know what to say. No one had ever been obsessed with me before, and I was sure that's what was going on with Reggie. He said he was willing to stand by and wait. I wasn't going to leave Erik, so what was the harm? And he was right that I needed him. Everyone told me how powerful I was, but my skills and control were lacking. I was less capable of protecting myself than these other mages had been in high school. I needed someone like Reggie watching my back.

"Okay, but you can't use your friendship to hurt Billy in any way, and you need to stop talking bad about Erik around me. You're right that I need you to help me until I develop some control over my powers, but no kissing me," I said, holding up a hand to stop him from getting closer.

Reggie moved my hand out the way and gave me a chaste kiss on both cheeks. He said, "We're entertainment people now and it would be strange if I couldn't greet you with a kiss. But I promise to keep it friendly, not romantic."

We went in and got a drink. I was waiting for Erik, but I did enjoy Reggie's company.

 

Erik

Gwendolyn Gray took me back to campus once the arcane circle had been constructed in the basement. Once we were on the circle, she cast a spell of translocation and we disappeared from Alchemy House. The experience hadn’t been pleasant. It felt like someone had grabbed me behind my navel and yanked me suddenly though darkness and shadow. It felt like several seconds passed before we appeared in the basement of Severan House, the oldest building on campus. So, this was how the mages intended to get around without being seen.

As we worked our way through the labyrinth of Severan House’s secret tunnels, I was still experiencing vertigo, but it wasn’t bad enough to make me ill. I checked my watch like I thought I could time the trip. Gwendolyn laughed and shook her head. “It always feels like ten to thirteen seconds. I’ve even counted it in my head, but no time actually passes in the real world.”

“Where were we?” I asked. My engineer’s mind was demanding answers.

She shrugged. “Interstitial space, I’m told. It’s even in the words of the spell. Per interstitia temporisque spatiique, through the interstices of time and space.”

I sighed. “You’re talking about time as if it consisted of particles.”

She frowned in consternation for a moment. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I’m not a physicist, and that’s not my field of magic. I can use the interstices of time and space, but I can’t explain them. You’ll have to talk to Dr. Zauberhaft over in the physics department. He’s a mage theoretician and one of those physics geniuses you hear about.”

Shortly after we arrived, we split up. She had business to attend to here on campus. She'd left her brother in charge while she came to help with a ritual on campus tonight. I texted Alonzo to let him know I was here. And he texted back to let me know that he would meet me in our room. I made a mental note to talk to this Dr. Zauberhaft at some point.

When I got to the room, Alonzo had stripped down to his thong and jumped on me as soon as I walked through the door. I grabbed him and swung him around and then up into my arms. I kissed him and hugged him. I didn't relish what was going to happen next. He still needed to be disciplined for his actions on Friday. Jason and I had already discussed what we needed to do. I decided to cuddle him until Jason and Kieran got home.

Jason had been doing his best to put me in a position where others had to respect my authority. He'd told me that we were partners. He'd said that my understanding of robotics and his understanding of alchemy and artifice were two sides of the same coin. He thought we could work together to combine our talents to create a new business model. It would make us both wealthy enough to take care of our boys forever.

When Jason and Kieran came in, Alonzo and I were snuggled together on the bed. Jason squeezed Kieran's shoulder and said, "No clothes in the room."

Kieran stripped down until he was naked. He'd lost his thong somewhere.

Jason said, "Erik and I have discussed the discipline problem and we have an elegant solution. I'm going to let him explain it to you."

I stood up and gestured for Kieran and Alonzo to sit on the edge of the bed. "The problem we have is twofold," I explained. "First, both of you enjoy spankings too much for them to be an effective punishment for bad behavior. Second, Jason and I find ourselves being too lenient with you because we love you and we err on the side of clemency. So, from now on, when we decide that you need discipline and we decide on a spanking, I will discipline Kieran, and Jason will discipline Alonzo."

The look on the boys' faces was heart rending. Alonzo enjoyed my hand on his butt too much, and Kieran enjoyed Jason's. Now they would face punishment from someone who wasn't their lover. Not that I didn't love Kieran and Jason didn't love Alonzo, because we did. But we wouldn't be disciplining the boy we were in love with.

After my explanation, Jason pulled out two paddles and handed one to me. They were small so they could easily be used while a boy was on our laps. Each one was covered with black leather. Jason called Alonzo to follow him into his room and I sat down next to Kieran. He was naked, so I could see that he wasn't hard. In his case, Jason had been right. He wasn't turned on by the spanking so much as he was when Jason was doing it. Of course, Alonzo had been hard as a rock when he followed Jason out of the room.

Looking at Kieran's face, I knew why Jason wanted us to discipline each other's boys. Kieran didn't beg or try to make excuses, but his face was so sad, and heartbroken that I wanted to hold him and cuddle him instead of spanking him. I'd asked Jason to help me become a better dom to Alonzo, and he'd readily agreed. He was doing more than that. He was helping me to become more assertive with everyone because he claimed I had "untapped leadership qualities".

"Do you know why you're getting a spanking today?" I asked him as I positioned him over my lap.

"Yes, sir," he said. "I disrespected my zhangfu by disobeying his orders. It doesn't matter that everything turned out alright. I shouldn't have disobeyed him."

"Make sure you count them out for me, or they will be repeated," I said. Then I swung the paddle hard against his pale butt.

"One, sir!" he shouted.

His butt was turning pink already and you would have thought that I'd broken the skin from his reaction. Jason had warned me that Kieran was softer than Alonzo and that he cried more easily, but that he needed a firm hand. He wasn't as helpful as he’d tried to be because his advice boiled down to spank him hard but be careful not to really hurt him. To make matters more confusing, he added that it was hard to really hurt a boy if you only hit him on the butt.

I had to know, so I asked him, "Was that too hard, Kieran?"

"No, sir!" he said. "I deserve a spanking. You can spank me as hard as you do Alonzo."

And that was the other warning Jason had given me. Kieran always thought that he could take anything Alonzo could, but he couldn't. The reason Jason had wanted us in separate rooms was so that Kieran wouldn't get his feelings hurt if I were gentler with him than Jason was going to be with Alonzo.

I struck him harder than the first time, making him jump as he cried out, "Two sir! Thank you for not going too easy on me, sir."

I decided to give him a little bit more than that, so I swung even harder on the third swing. He bounced on my lap and the smack echoed in the room.

"Three, sir!" he cried out.

That cry seemed to be genuine, so I gave him five more in rapid succession. He didn't miss a beat. He called them all out in turn. Jason had told me to watch for tears. Kieran would start crying when the spanking ceased being fun or a joke, and then I should give a couple dozen swats after that. By the end of the five, he was crying, and the tears seemed real.

I decided to give him twenty-two more to bring it up to an even thirty. I'll give the boy credit for perseverance. He cried; he sobbed; his tears soaked my pant leg; but he never once begged me to stop or to take it easy on him. When he cried out, "Thirty, sir!", I put the paddle aside and helped him stand up. His pale butt had turned a bright red. That was going to hurt when he sat.

Kieran flung himself into my arms and wrapped his arms around my neck. He sobbed, "I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it again."

I held him tight and rubbed his smooth back until he stopped crying. Then I told him, "You're a good boy, Kieran. Next time you won't forget."

Damn! Jason keeps this boy on a tight leash, I thought. There was no way Alonzo would put up with that, and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to. He and Kieran were so similar that it was easy to forget their differences. Even Jason was beginning to acknowledge it, though. That was why he'd given Alonzo the information about the hunters, although I noticed he hadn't told him that they were specifically after Kieran for some reason. He was encouraging Alonzo to be responsible for Kieran. He hoped that this would make Alonzo pay more attention to what he was doing.

 

Jason

That flirty smile of Alonzo's told me that he was trying to manipulate me. I'm sure it usually worked for him. He was extraordinarily beautiful, his face was expressive and he had a talent for wrapping men around his finger. It's not that I was immune to his charms, but I was aware of them so I could choose to disregard them.

When we got to my room I told him, "Take off your thong. When I spank a boy, he's naked."

Alonzo smiled and turned his back to me. Then he slid the thong down over his round butt, looking over his shoulder and saying, "Like this, Papi?"

I sat on the bed and pulled him across my lap. "You're very pretty, Alonzo, and I couldn't be a gay man and not be affected by you and your flirting, but it won't influence your punishment in the slightest."

Then I swatted his butt full force. He yelped and tried to get up, but I'd placed my hand on the small of his back and I was holding him down.

I said, "When you answer me, you will call me sir."

"Yes, sir!" he said.

I knew that I was going to have to spank him hard and long before I got him to the point where it became a punishment instead of a joke. Erik had told me that Alonzo was a master at taking control of a punishment session and turning it into a fun time.

Alonzo played the game well. I gave him five slow swats, and he acted as if they were the most painful thing he'd ever experienced, so I increased the power of my swings with each of the next five, until I heard a yelp that I thought was genuine.

"Ouch! That really hurt, sir!" he cried.

"Good," I replied. "It's supposed to hurt. I like you Alonzo; I like you a lot, but you go through your life not paying attention and doing whatever you want. Watching you dance your way across campus or up and down the stairs never fails to bring a smile to face. It's one of the things that make you such a special and beautiful boy, but you need to pay attention, and you need to take responsibility for your actions. This is about more than a single incident on campus. It's about choices you make daily."

"Yes, sir. I've learned my lesson, sir," he said. He sounded so contrite that I wanted to let it pass, but I knew that he needed more from me.

"Not yet, you haven't," I said calmly. "But you will."

I gave him another two dozen at that same level of force. I could see the very moment when his attitude changed from "I can endure this" to "I'm going to learn my lesson so that I don't have to do this again". He was crying when I let him up, and he was rubbing his bottom. I stood up and held out my arms but didn't say anything. He wasted no time rushing in so I could hug him. And when I did, he let his body melt into mine.

I gently stroked his hair and said, "I do love you, Alonzo. You can accomplish so much with your talent, but in many ways you're still a boy who needs a firm hand. You need to learn to pay attention and to be more diligent."

Alonzo started crying even harder. "I wasn't even sure if you liked me, sir," he said. "I'm sorry. I love you too, like an uncle. Can I call you tio?"

"You can, but only if you mean uncle when you say it, and not dude," I replied.

"I'll call you Tio Jason, so you know I mean it," he said, "or just sir. I think I like it that you're looking out for me now, the way you look out for Kieran, but I'll be very angry if you start buckling my seat belt and handing me juice boxes when we're in the car."

I laughed and said, "You're not Kieran. I won't try to turn you into him, but you do need to be more respectful toward Erik. You are like a flower about to blossom. Your voice is like an angel, and you have a lot of talent. You need to concentrate on those parts of your life and let Erik take care of you like I take care of Kieran."

"But you're turning Kieran into a houseboy," he said. "I don't want to be a houseboy, not even for Erik. I have other plans."

I kissed the top of his head and said, "You're not Kieran. You're Alonzo. Allow Erik to take care of you, the way a gardener takes care of a precious flower, so that you can bloom without distraction. But it would be selfish of you to only take what he gives you and not give back in turn. He is your man. In time, if you are worthy, he'll be your zhangfu and you will be his luantong."

I sat back down on the bed and pulled Alonzo down next to me. Then I turned his face so he could look at me and said, "I'm not turning Kieran into anything, you know. He likes taking care of my needs, which he should when we are alone. But I don't need him as a housekeeper. When we create our own household, I will happily provide servants to do the work. I want him to concentrate on his art. He's also very talented, as well you know."

"Thank you, sir," Alonzo said. "Thank you for not treating me like a little airhead. Thank you for giving me real answers to my questions."

"I will always treat you as who you are meant to be," I said.

Then I took his hand and led him back into Erik's room so we could get ready to go out.

 

Alonzo

Getting spanked by Jason had been a strange experience. He'd been immune to my usual flatteries. I loved getting spanked, but Jason kept everything completely non-sexual. And he spanked harder than Erik and it would have hurt even if he had used his hand. But he'd used the paddle. I could have left. Jason hadn't held me captive. I was sure that I could have even worked it out with Erik if I'd taken off, but Jason had a power I didn't understand. It wasn't magic. I would have felt that. It was something in his voice and his personality that did something to boys like me.

I surrendered completely to him and let him punish me. I even believed him when he explained why I'd deserved it. He’d made it seem like surrendering myself to Erik was the only course open to me. And the strangest thing was that I still saw it that way, or at least I wasn't in rebellion against the idea. I did feel special and loved when I was in Erik's arms, and I had fantasies of submitting to a powerful man. The last experience with that in the real world hadn't worked out so well. But hadn't I told myself at the time that it would be perfect if Erik were just a little bit more like Einar Bloodaxe?

I'd have to work it out. Tonight, I was going to be the perfect boyfriend for Erik, maybe not perfect like Kieran, but as perfect as I could be.

Kieran was sitting on Erik's lap, but when we came in he rushed over to Jason, and Jason sat down in a chair and held him. I walked over to Erik and took my place on his lap. He was already hard, so I punched him playfully in the arm. "That's for getting an erection because Kieran was sitting on your lap," I whispered.

Erik smiled and whispered back, "I'm a man, sweetie, and a hot little butt gets me excited. I'm not going to apologize for my libido, but I'm saving all my loving for you."

I kissed him and held up two fingers about a quarter inch apart. Then I said, "I'll forgive you, but only because you were this close to a Whitney Houston song."

We sat there and cuddled for a few minutes while Jason and Kieran whispered to one another. But then Jason said, "I picked the restaurant for tonight and Erik picked the movie. We need to have an early dinner so we can see the movie and get back to Alchemy House before 9:00.

We got dressed. Jason picked out clothes for Kieran and Erik just stood and watched me while I picked out something sexy. Then I dressed him so that everyone would be jealous that he was mine. I was a good boy. I didn't even object when Erik helped me into the back seat of Jason's SUV and strapped me in. It didn't make me feel like a baby tonight. It made me feel like a princess, and I was flamboyant enough to let myself enjoy that role. It was all about perception.

Dinner was at a nice Italian place that Jason and Kieran had already been to. I had half a serving of lasagna (and gave the other half to Erik) and Erik had chicken piccata and fettuccine. I was surprised that Jason and Kieran didn't share a plate. Jason told him that he wouldn't like spaghetti with spicy scungilli sauce. I wasn't surprised. I knew that scungilli was sea snail. If Kieran found out what it was, he wouldn't even let Jason kiss him. He had spaghetti and meatballs, and the waiter let him order the kid's portion.

At one point Jason leaned over to Kieran and whispered something in his ear and Kieran blushed a deep red. Then he nodded and got up. Jason looked at me and said, "Could you go with him, Alonzo?"

I shrugged and said, "Sure… I mean, yes sir!"

I followed Kieran in the bathroom. There were no other customers there, which was a good thing because Kieran looked around and pulled his shorts down and over his shoes.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" I asked him.

He sighed and said, "The first time I had dinner with Jason, the day we met, we came here and… we'd never even kissed before… but he ordered me to go into this bathroom and take off my underwear and bring it back to him."

"And now he wants you to do it again," I said. "That's… romantic?"

Kieran laughed and said, "It's been a day for bringing up old memories. He took me to a public restroom where we had sex, and we did it again. Stop laughing! It was hot. And this bathroom is the place where I submitted to him the first time. And now I'm reaffirming it. I'm submitting to him again."

"And Jason sent me in here, not for moral support, but because he's giving me a chance to submit to Erik in the same way," I said.

I wasn't the kind of guy who overthought things. I sighed and dropped my pants. If someone had come into the restroom they would have seen two small twinks with their pants off struggling to pull their thongs over their shoes. But luckily for us, no one did come in. We managed to get our shorts back up before the middle-aged man came in. He had no idea why we were giggling and running out of the room.

Back at the table, I handed my thong to Erik. Kieran had slid his under the table, but I propped my elbow on the table and waved mine in Erik's face. He was shocked, but he handled it well. He took it from my hand calmly and then lifted it to his face and inhaled deeply before tucking it in his shirt pocket. We finished dinner with my thong visible to anyone who bothered to look.

After dinner we went to see Shang-Chi. Erik bought us tickets for the back row and we arrived early enough that he felt comfortable putting a warding ritual at both ends. I seldom saw Jason do magic. He was competent about it and methodical. I could feel the shape of his ward. It was an antipathy spell that would turn mundanes away from the row without harming them. For some reason, he wanted us to have the row to ourselves. Mundanes wouldn't even look at the row unless forced to do so.

When the lights went off, Erik and Jason put up the armrests between the seats and pulled us into their laps. Erik had the advantage here. Kieran and I were the same height, but Erik was almost half a foot taller than Jason. His lips could easily reach my neck, my chest, almost any part of me. For the first part of the movie, I lay back against his chest and let him kiss my neck and play with my nipples. He had me so hard that it was painful pressing against the rough interior of my shorts. For the first time, I envied Kieran his childish knit shorts.

In the dim illumination, I could see that Jason had worked his hand down Kieran's pants. My own shorts had a tighter waistband, but it didn't take long for Erik to unbutton them and to carefully pull down the zipper. Then he slid my shorts down to my ankles, leaving me naked from the waist down. I felt his fingers moving in the cleft between my cheeks, stroking me. I moaned and moved my hips trying to get them inside me.

Erik stopped and fumbled in his pocket for a few moments before returning to my hole. He slid one of Jason's magic lube spheres inside me. Then he stuck two fingers in my mouth, and I sucked on them greedily. Once he was satisfied, he slid those fingers inside me and stroked the inside of my butt. The lube was beginning to take effect and I was getting slippery. He continued to work my hole with his fingers until I grew looser. Then he lifted me up and slid me down on his huge cock. I gasped in pain as he thrust inside me. He was eleven inches long and three inches in diameter and his entry always caused me pain. But it didn't last long.

Erik bounced me on his cock, sliding me farther down with each thrust until he was pressing against my inner sphincter. I bounced harder until he slid past that barrier and was able to take him all the way to the root.

I came while I bounced on his cock, not once but three separate times. My body was in a heightened state of arousal for the entire film. It was the most erotic experience I'd had yet.

 

Kieran

When Jason took us to the movies after we'd surrendered our thongs, I knew what was coming. Last time I'd sucked Jason cock during the movie and had seen very little of it. This time I saw the movie because I was sitting on my zhangfu's lap and riding his cock all night. I loved it. I could see Alonzo bouncing on Erik and I could tell that he was loving it as well.

When the movie had finished, Alonzo and I got dressed again so we could go back to Alchemy House. Once there I got the worst surprise ever.

"Please, Sir," I begged Jason, "take me with you. Don't make me sleep here alone tonight. I haven't slept alone since we moved in together."

I was kneeling in front of Jason, naked holding onto his leg. He also seemed distraught. He was stroking my hair while I pleaded.

"Don't panic, sweet little prince," he said. "You won't be alone. You'll have Alonzo and Erik both. I'll try to keep these overnights to a minimum, but sometimes they're necessary. I requested this ritual, and I must be there for it. There is no other way."

I didn't let go of him until Erik came over, picked me up and pressed me into Jason's arms. Jason kissed me and told me to be good, then he carried me over to the large bed and put me on one side. Erik climbed in and then Alonzo on the other side of him. I tried pouting and turning away, but Erik was too strong. He pulled me against his side and used one arm to hold me tight. Alonzo stretched one arm across Erik's broad chest and grasped hands with me.

Jason had given me something extra that night and I couldn't stay awake. I fell asleep on Erik's broad chest and slept until morning.

 

Erik

Kieran had cried himself to sleep. He wasn't loud, but I could hear him. Almost as soon as he'd drifted off, Alonzo began kissing my nipple and mumbling to himself. When I stroked his hair, he stopped and climbed up higher so he could kiss me.

"It's still early, papi," he said. "And Kieran's asleep. Could we… ?"

I shook my head and said, "Not a chance, Alonzo. It wouldn't be fair to Kieran and I'm not sure how Jason would feel about it."

"I know," he whispered.

But he was right. It was early. Jason had given Kieran a sedative to make him sleep, but Alonzo and I were still awake. Being in bed, in a quiet room with no other people (except for a soundly sleeping Kieran) we did something we rarely did. We talked.

We talked about our relationship and both of us were happy with the direction it was going. We talked about each other's classes, and we talked about Alonzo's band. We talked about how close we were becoming with Jason and Kieran and then Alonzo surprised me.

"I felt you putting up a defensive spell of some kind this morning when you did that sexy power pose, and then Kieran told me that you had mental shields and that you were projecting your aura. I'm not sure what that means, but I know that you're working magic. And I know that you were mundane a few weeks ago," he said.

I shrugged and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about there, Alonzo. I know that I've been able to move things with my mind. It started at about a pound, but I've worked my way up to about thirty pounds over the last week. It wears me out, though."

"Kieran says that you're doing mind magic and that's why I can only feel it when you do something big. But he also says you're inefficient and you waste energy," I said.

He gave me a fake scowl and said, "Is that the kind of thing you should be saying to your man, boy?"

"Don't blame the messenger!" I said with a laugh. "Those are Kieran's words, and you know how quiet he is. If he felt it was necessary to say something he must really mean it."

I sighed and said, "I suppose it must be true. I've been trying to teach myself and I'm sure I'm doing it wrong."

"Kieran seems to like this Rakesh who's training him. He lives at Ibis House. We should get Jason to take us there for lunch or dinner tomorrow so you can talk to him," I suggested.

"I'll talk to Jason tomorrow," I promised.

Then we started talking about inconsequential things for a few hours. It was great. We needed to do it more often. When we finally got tired, Alonzo slid down and curled up against my side. Having two beautiful twinks cuddled up against me made me feel like a king with a harem. I drifted off myself and fell into a deep sleep.

In my dream, I could feel Kieran next to me. I was holding him, and he was clinging to me. It was so real that I could feel his smooth skin and tight little body pressed firmly against me. It was incredibly intimate, but strangely non-sexual. Our bodies were touching and so were our minds. He was awakening something inside me, strengthening me in some way. We laid that way in our dreams all night.

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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 The Magery 6. It will be out soon.

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