Magery

Concordium Chapter 54

Magery Chapter 6

Cameron

Last night I had stayed in Micah and Ethan's room so Oliver could have Lalo over for the night. I had to admit that the boy was seriously hot. His skin was almost as dark as Micah's and he had the same dark eyes, but he was handsome and masculine while Micah was thin and pretty. I was happy for Oliver. Even though Lalo was a versipellis, he was sexy and funny.

Thinking about Lalo made me think of Micah. I spent a lot of time thinking about Micah.

I'd tossed and turned in Micah's bed, unable to fall asleep. I was losing him, and it was my fault. I knew what he wanted, and I hadn't been willing to give it to him. I kept thinking he would just come around and do things my way.

Since I was still awake, I opened my bag and took out the little case of dream crystals my brother had bought me for my nineteenth birthday. I'd already used the one about getting shipwrecked on an island with a hunky sailor. Tonight, I picked through them until I found the one called The New Valet. The description said that it was the story of a young Lord who gets a new servant. It had a Dominant-Submissive tag on it, and the Secret Lover tag. The first tag was obvious. When I read the information sheet, I found out that the second tag meant that images would be based on people I knew. It also said that I had to concentrate on dominance or submission when drinking the elixir so that I'd activate the correct path.

I wasn't really into this kind of play, but Micah was. If I wanted to take him away from Remuel Adler, I would have to learn how to be the kind of guy he wanted. I couldn't compete with Remy when it came to strength, but I knew Micah better and I had loved him for years.

The crystal was an alchemical concoction that was best when mixed with alcohol. I wasn't much of a drinker, but I had bought one of the little boxes that held a surprising three servings of wine. I poured some into a red solo cup and then dropped the crystal inside and waited for it to dissolve. It let me know it was ready by glowing faintly and emitting iridescent streamers of mist from its surface. I drank it slowly, thinking that I wanted to be the dominant character in the dream.

 

Cameron's Dream Sequence

I thought that I'd done something wrong. I was supposed to play the dominant role, but somehow I knew that the other character was Lord Atheling, and I was his valet. We were both dressed in clothing from the Edwardian era, but the lord's suit was fancier than mine.

He turned to look at me and he wore Micah's face. It was just like the information sheet had promised. Micah was on my mind most of the time these days. Like the real Micah, Lord Atheling was a couple of inches shorter than me. I relaxed and let the dream elixir drive the narrative. I could shape it, but the dreams worked better when you let them play out with minimal interference.

"Are you ready to get dressed for bed now, my lord?" I asked.

"Yes, Cameron, I am," he said.

The dream elixir chose the dreamer's name unless he consciously tried to edit it, and I knew that the young man with the delicately pretty features standing before me was Lord Micah Atheling and that he had only inherited his position this last week. He was still nervous and unsure of himself.

"Very good, my lord," I said as I raised my hands to unbutton his jacket.

I undressed him and the thought occurred to me that it was very much like unwrapping a present. I was slowly and carefully removing the tasteful packaging to reveal the real gift inside. Once Micah was naked and I had put his clothing aside, he looked up at me and asked, "Aren't you going to get my sleeping shirt, Cameron?"

I ran one finger down his smooth cheek and then cupped his chin in my hand. "I don't think so, my lord," I said, "not tonight. This evening, I'm going to give you exactly what you've been dreaming of for the last week."

"I don't know what you mean, Cameron. This is insolence. I shall have your job for this, and you won't work again in this country," he said petulantly.

I took his hand roughly and sat down on the side of the bed, pulling him across my lap. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, my lord. You're a spoiled brat and you've always been a spoiled brat. Inheriting a title hasn't made you the slightest bit more responsible, so I'm going to give you the discipline you need, the discipline your father should have given you over the years and didn't."

"If you strike me, I'll call for the guards and have you dragged off to prison," he said, kicking his feet and trying to squirm off my lap.

"I doubt it, my lord," I replied. "You wouldn't want them to come in and see you like this, naked and aroused, your little penis hard as a rock in anticipation of the spanking you so richly deserve. Now close your mouth and take your discipline like a man."

I noted the reference to his penis size. Micah wasn't that small, probably exactly five inches. That was still average, sort of. He was smaller than me, though, and that seemed to be important in this kind of scenario. The dream seemed to be paused. Lord Atheling was kicking his legs slowly, but he wasn't saying anything. I turned my thoughts away from my own introspection and back toward the dream.

His resistance seemed to fade, and he asked in a quiet little voice, "You won't tell them, will you? The guards I mean. They can't know about this. They'll… "

"I won't tell them if you don't, my lord," I replied, "but one way or another, you're going to get your spanking tonight, and if you don't count the strokes aloud I'll just do it again."

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

There was a remarkable change in the spoiled young man lying prone across my knees. He grew still. I rubbed his olive toned butt with my hand, eliciting small whimpers from him. Then I drew my hand back and smacked his cheeks hard.

"That's one, Sir!" he said.

"Good boy. I like that `Sir'. When we're alone, I want you to remember who's in charge. I'll play the servant in front of the staff, your family, and your friends, but the two of us will know that I'm the boss whenever we're alone," I said.

Then I smacked his cute butt again. I liked the way it shook when I struck it and I liked the way he bounced with each swat, pushing his small hard cock against my thigh. He made noises that were halfway between a cry and a moan.

"That's two, Sir!" he said.

I continued to spank him with all my strength. By the tenth stroke he was gasping a little with each smack, and by the twentieth he had tears streaming down his cheeks. I didn't let up. I had to establish myself as boss from the beginning so that Lord Atheling would remember his submission.

When I hit forty strokes, he was sobbing, and I judged that he'd had enough.

"Forty, Sir!" he cried.

I helped him stand up. His slender body was trembling, and his cock was red, swollen and leaking. I stood up next to him and pushed my pants down to my ankles. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and forced him to his knees. He didn't resist and I didn't have to tell him what to do next. My own cock was as hard as his. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head. He started gagging, but it didn't feel right. Micah hadn't had difficulty swallowing my cock for years. I forced a change on the dream and suddenly Lord Atheling had swallowed me to the root and was using his tongue to massage the sensitive bottom of my dick.

I grabbed his head and wrapped my fingers in his hair. I took charge of the encounter and began to thrust inside his mouth. The lord I supposedly served was on his knees servicing me, his head bouncing up and down on my dick. I was getting close to climax. I thrust harder and faster until my balls were bouncing off his chin and my groin was smashing his nose. He was grunting and choking a little from the force, but his dick was throbbing and a steady stream of precum was dripping onto the floor.

I growled and shouted, "Take it! I'm going to fill you with my seed until you gag on it!"

Then I came. I pressed inside him so hard that he couldn't breathe. He had to hold his breath while he swallowed, but he managed. I didn't leave him any choice. When I finished, I pulled out and slapped his pouty lips with my cock. He had tears in his eyes, but his face still showed his arousal.

I grabbed him by the arm and tossed him onto the bed. "On your knees, ass up," I demanded.

"I've never done this before, Sir," he pleaded. "Please don't hurt me."

"It may hurt at first, but you'll adjust quickly enough," I said.

"Can't I just suck your cock again, Sir?" he begged.

I slapped his red ass and said, "I already had your mouth. Now I'm going to take your ass. Put your shoulders to the mattress, reach back and spread those cheeks for me, boy."

"Yes, Sir!" he cried.

I took him hard, entering his formerly virgin hole with a single forceful thrust. Then I fucked his ass even harder than I had fucked his mouth. He was crying, but those cries soon gave way to whimpers and moans of pleasure. When I'd cum a second time, I turned him over and shoved my cock in his mouth again. I could see the evidence of his own orgasm all over his cock. He' hadn’t even realized that he'd cum from getting his ass pounded.

Afterward, I held him in my arms until he fell asleep. He'd been a good boy for me tonight. If I wanted to train him right, I'd need to make him feel loved and valued for his services. And holding his slender body in my arms made me feel like a man. It made me feel like his master.

 

Cameron

At some point, the magically induced dream gave way to natural sleep and dreams that were equally erotic even if they were vaguer and more formless. I slept until Sebastian's whispering message woke me up in the morning. It didn't stop until I responded.

I'd cum during the night, at least once, maybe more than once. I used some simple spells to clean myself and the bed. Then I headed over to Sebastian's room.

 

Sebastian

I'd gotten a message from Elijah that he would be here at 8:00 a.m. Since he didn't know the identifying key to the magic circle on my carpet, I decided to meet him at Severan House and walk back with him to Baylor Hall. I slid out of bed without waking Ethan. He was a sound sleeper. He looked cute lying there with his round butt exposed, but I didn't want to leave him like that with a guest coming over.

I kissed his cheek and woke him up by rubbing his butt. I told him about our guest who'd be arriving soon and told him to get some clothes on. He yawned and started moving. Ethan loved his sleep. Once I was sure that he was going to stay awake, I left him and headed over to Severan House.

It was the oldest building on campus, and it had been the only building back when it had first been established as a mage college in 1815. Before that it had been a mansion belonging to the Severan family who'd first established the school. To be profitable, the school had taken mundane students, their numbers growing over the decades and now about 95% of the students were mundane. If the rumors I’d heard were true, that ratio was about to change, but it would likely continue to be mostly mundanes for the foreseeable future.

What the mundane students didn't know was that the basement contained an arcane circle used by the mage students to travel back and forth from college. They also didn't know about the sub-basement that held several rooms set aside for rituals. The velamen protected the door leading to the stairs down to the sub-basement. Very few mundanes could even see the door, let alone open it.

We would use one of those ritual rooms later tonight to perform the reality warping spell Jason wanted, but today I only needed to descend to the arcane circle. I didn't have long to wait before Elijah showed up. For a split second there was an iridescent outline of a man and then he arrived. A faint breeze moved out from the circle with an audible whoosh as some of the air was displaced by his arrival.

We walked back to Baylor Hall. I wanted to give Ethan time to get dressed, and I wanted to talk to Elijah before we got back.

"So, when is Micah getting here this morning?" he asked.

"He should be here no later than 9:00 a.m.," I replied. "Remuel Adler won't push it now that he knows the Conclave is serious about the whole mage slavery issue."

"You hope he won't," Elijah replied. "I didn't know him that well, but Tristan was a year ahead of him at the Academy. He tells me that the boy isn't right in the head. He's arrogant and thinks he can get away with anything because his father is a bona fide hero. And so far, he's managed to do just that."

I shrugged and said, "Micah's mother, Conclavia Esther Blume, has him and his father in her sights. I don't know if she'll succeed, but she's planning on drafting some new laws to strengthen the restrictions on mages using magic to dominate other mages, even in the case of voluntary servitude. To tell you the truth, I don't know what to think about the issue."

"Of course, you don't, white boy," Elijah teased me.

Over the years, I'd come to rely on him for his perspective, which was so different from mine. I gave him a look that said go on and he continued, "In the magical world, I've never been troubled by ignorance and bigotry. My father may be a newblood mage, but my mother traces her ancestry all the way back to Marie Laveau and Christophe de Glapion. However, I have no choice but to live in the mundane world too, and I've faced more than my fair share of bigotry from them. That bigotry is a relic of this country's history of racism.

"I play around with the whole Black New World Order theme at the club back in Louisville, but it's a game. Most of the members are mundanes and the few mages among us would never use magic to chain the mind of another. My ancestor Jean-Benoit Laveau lost his life freeing magically enslaved mages in Louisiana after the war."

"So, you think she's right to get between two consenting mages and tell them what they can do?" I asked.

I was genuinely curious. My family were members of the conservative faction in the conclave, not quite mage supremacists like the traditionalist faction, but prone to let mages make their own choices. I tried to be non-political myself, but Clarissa was a liberal for all her personal rigidness and she was always trying to get me involved on her side.

"That's your privilege speaking, Sebastian. We're both from the fifty families, but the Laveaus aren't members of the wealthy elite like you all are. We were hampered in the mundane world by prejudice, and few mages can make enough money in the magical world alone to join those ranks," he said.

"Once you decide to enter a slave relationship like that you can't back out. It's different when mundanes make slavery contracts. They're not legally enforceable, but these mage-servitude contracts are magically enforced. You bet your sweet, privileged ass that I object to them. It reminds me too much of real slavery."

I laughed and said, "Then I can count on you to help me convince Micah not to keep signing the contract?"

He nodded. "I'll show him a better way, but I'll need to talk to this Cameron you said wants to get with him. A boy like Micah is going to need a strong man to keep him satisfied. If Cameron isn't up to it, Micah's not going to choose him no matter how much Cameron wants him."

We talked all the way back to Baylor Hall. Elijah and I had been good friends since our Academy days. I could always count on him to bring a cold dose of reality to my world view, and I found it refreshing. Back in school, I'd stood between him and Nico. The two of them had never gotten along, but I'd valued both of my good friends and I wouldn't have become the person I was today without them.

Once we got to my room, I sent a whispering message to Cameron. It would find him and whisper in his ear until he responded. In my voice it said, "Cameron, it's Sebastian. Get up and come to my room as soon as possible."

Elijah was walking around, looking at my trophies and awards. "I see you still have all these trophies from the Academy on display. Genius awards and Dueling Club awards. You even have the mageball trophy from when we beat that British school in the finals."

"You don't still have yours?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Of course I do. I had them in a box, but Tristan took them out and put them on display in the living room. I only have four genius awards instead of seven. It took me a while to decide I wanted awards more than I wanted to try and show up the teachers. I had to decide what kind of recognition I wanted, the temporary adulation of my peers or the more permanent kind that could lead to greater opportunities down the road."

"But you have a quinquiplex award for scoring ordo prima in transmutation, abjuration, creation, alchemy and artifice," I pointed out. "I only earned a triplex; clairsentience, abjuration and charm."

"Why do we always do this, Sebastian? It's like bragging in reverse, like each of us is afraid the other will feel bad over our achievements," Elijah asked.

"Short answer; my grandmother and your dad. To heck with them, Elijah. We don't have to worry about what they're thinking anymore. We're adults!" I said with a laugh.

It was true. Both of us had family who tried to push us to be better than everyone around us. It's why Elijah and I had been rivals the first couple of years. Of course, he spent a lot of time just being a kid, and I hadn't really known how to do that. He'd blamed my success on my name, driven in part because I was surrounded by other east coast elites. It took him a while to figure out that I didn't have a lot in common with them; in our third year we became friends. He helped me to loosen up and I helped him to ignore those rich snobs and see that the staff at the Academy cared more about talent, hard work and skill than they did about money or prestigious birth.

Ethan came out of the bathroom looking refreshed. He'd used magic to get cleaned up this morning, but he was still a novice. It looked like his hair was sticking straight up in stiff spikes. He'd tried to turn the ends blue, but it looked like half-tone blue and blond. I walked over and ran my fingers through his hair and murmured a charm and his hair softened into the anime style mess he preferred, and the blue receded to just the ends. I'd used my ring as a magical implement because I was experimenting with more subtle spells. A ring was much less obvious than a wand.

I threw an arm around my boy possessively and said, "This is Ethan. Ethan, this is Elijah Jackson, one of my good friends from the academy."

Ethan held out his hand and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Elijah… or should I say, Mr. Jackson?"

"Elijah is fine, Ethan," Elijah rumbled in his deep voice. Then he looked at me and said, "He's a polite boy. Is that your tutelage?"

"No. He was like that when I met him," I said, giving Ethan a tight hug. "He didn't know about the magical world until he got caught up in it here. He's still a little in awe of mages and all things magical."

"You don't have to hold on to him so tight. I'm not going to steal him away from you," he said. "Although I am surprised to see you with a mage instead of a mundane, and one so young looking at that. I must be rubbing off on you."

"Well, Ethan is special," I said, kissing my boy on the forehead. "He was too irresistible for me to pass up."

"And he seems to be getting you past your trauma," Elijah added.

Ethan looked at him and asked, "What trauma?"

I wished Elijah would shut his mouth, but that wasn't going to happen. He smiled at me and waggled his eyebrows.

"Sebastian didn't tell you how he got his heart burned by a more worldly mage when he was still a teenager?" he asked.

Ethan's curiosity was peaked. He shook his head and looked excited at the prospect of hearing all about it. Elijah obliged him.

"It was at the international young mage conference the year after we graduated from the Academy. We were both there. We had plans to visit a lot of the old mage sites in Paris, but Sebastian fell head over heels in love with a suave and sophisticated Lithuanian mage and he left me alone to see the sites. The two of them were inseparable until Sebastian relented and gave the man his virginity. After that, the cad disappeared on him and wouldn't return his calls. I found out that this scoundrel had been working three different naïve young mages, two boys and a girl. He got them all during the conference and then ghosted on them."

Elijah hadn't embellished the tale, nor had he dwelt on my ridiculousness. I was thankful for that. But Ethan was looking at me with a look of dawning comprehension.

"Is that why you've taken things so slow with me?" he asked. "Because of what this guy did with you?"

I kissed his lips and said, "I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I wanted you to be sure of what you wanted, so you wouldn't make decisions you'd regret later."

Ethan threw his arms around me and said, "I regret nothing."

Elijah had turned to give us the illusion of privacy by pretending to examine my awards again. Ethan and I were still hugging when Cameron knocked at the door.

I let go of my boy and welcomed Cameron. Then I introduced him to Elijah. "Cameron, this is Elijah. He's offered to have you and Micah over this weekend. If you listen to him, he may be able to help you get Micah away from Remy."

 

Cameron

I would do anything to get Micah away from Remy and I was ready to grasp at whatever hope this man could offer me. Sometimes I wished I were a better mage than I was. I was competent, but I tended to make small mistakes when I was rushed, or I was under pressure. If I were Oliver, I would have already hunted Remy down and put a curse on him that would make him want to hand Micah over to me just to make it end. Knowing Oliver it would probably have involved bodily functions coming out of the wrong orifice.

Elijah was a big guy, something I would never be. I was a couple of inches taller than Oliver and Micah, but I was on the shorter end of average. He was five to six inches taller than me, and he was built like a rectangle of solid muscle. He put one powerful hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Sebastian has told me of your problem, but I want to hear some of it from your perspective," he said with his deep rumbling voice. "Are you in love with Micah?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, I am. I think I have been since our first years at the Academy, back in lower form when we were just eleven years old. I didn't know what it was, but I wanted to be around him all the time."

"I understand," Elijah said. "Young love looks like that sometimes. Sebastian tells me that Micah is extremely submissive. Is that what you've noticed?"

"Yeah," I said. "He always wanted to do things for us, me that is, and our other two roommates Oliver Rankin and Isaac Machlin. I took advantage of him when we were young. I let him do my share of the chores. I felt guilty about it later, but by then he just expected that he was going to do them. Even after we learned spells to clean the room and stuff, he always insisted on doing it."

Elijah was nodding while I spoke. Then he asked, "What about when you started having sex? Was he submissive then as well?"

"He liked giving blow jobs more than receiving them," I said. "I always made sure to do him after he did me. He liked it, but he would always insist I wait until he'd done me first."

"That's what I thought," he said. "If Micah is submissive, he's only going to respond to a dominant lover. Can you be that for him?"

"I want to, if that's what he wants from me, but I don't know how to do it," I replied. "I've been afraid to try and mess things up."

Sebastian stepped in and said, "Elijah is a good model for a dominant lover, Cameron. He knows how to be dominant without crossing a line into cruelty or abuse."

He turned to Elijah and said, "I don't think that Micah really wants to be abused. I think he just wants a lover to take charge and tell him what to do. He gets his pleasure from doing what his lover wants. And now he's trapped in an abusive relationship because he thinks that's the only way he can get that pleasure he craves."

"Okay. I'll have to talk with Micah so I can figure him out and be sure, but it sounds like we should be able to get him to make a better choice if you can be forceful enough," Elijah said.

"I want him to leave Remy and be with me. I think that he'd be happier. He doesn't really act happy now. But I can't hit him or chain him up or anything like that. It wouldn't be sexy at all," I said. "And I would be so turned off that it would spoil everything."

"Good for you," Elijah said. "Now we need to see if Micah wants to be abused or if he will be happy with a lover who takes charge. When he gets here, I want you to be the one to tell him what to do. You don't have to be mean, but you're not going to ask him. You'll just tell him. Expect him to do what you say, and he'll do it."

Elijah told me the plan, so I'd know exactly what to say. I had to get my mind set for the task ahead. I wasn't submissive like Micah, but I wasn't as forceful as Sebastian or Elijah either. I was going to have to learn to be the dominant guy that Micah needed me to be.

Elijah, Ethan, and I went back to Ethan and Micah's room to wait.

 

Micah

Remy hadn't returned last night. After Uncle Mordecai took him away, he hadn't brought him back. Uncle joined us later for dinner. Dad and I attended to his needs while he ate. He didn't say anything until after he'd finished. Then he took Dad into the bathroom while I cleaned the dishes and put everything away.

When he came back out, he said, "I will give Remuel some instructions on how to better handle you. You'll be sleeping in his room alone tonight and I will be the one to take you to campus tomorrow. You will obey whatever instructions Sebastian gives you, but I want you to remember that you belong here with Remuel. He's been laying the groundwork for this relationship for a long time. I think it's what you want as well. Don't throw it away simply because he's still learning."

Then he removed my chastity ring. Remuel must not have given him the command word because he tried several spells before he gave up and just cast a spell that shrank my penis to about a half inch so the ring would slide off. Then he reversed the spell and restored everything to its normal size.

He smiled at me and said, "Where there's a will, there's always a way. I just had to test the enchantments to make sure that I wouldn't hurt you by removing it."

He put it in his pocket and made me sit down at the table and finish all my outstanding homework. While he was in the basement with Remuel, Dad came in and sat down with me. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get it out. His master must have ordered him not to say certain things.

After several false starts, he said, "Make sure that you know what you want, Micah. You are the only one who can decide."

I had no idea what he'd been trying to tell me.

In the morning, Uncle Mordecai had me get dressed and pack all my clothes. Then he led me to his arcane circle and used a translocation spell to take us to Severan House. I'd known that there was a circle there, but translocation spells weren't easy to master, and I'd not yet learned any.

Uncle Mordecai walked me to Sebastian's room. The two of them told me to wait in the hallway while they had a private conversation. He gave me a hug before leaving and Sebastian called me into the room and told me to have a seat. It was only a few minutes before Ethan and Cameron came in. I was surprised to see Elijah Jackson with him. I hadn't known him at the Academy since he was a senior when I was just a sixth grader, but I'd seen him around school a few times this year.

Cameron said, "It's good to see you again, Micah. Grab your bags. We're spending the weekend with Elijah and his boys."

I was taken aback. Cameron seemed different. I'd always thought he was handsome, but he somehow seemed more handsome today than he had been. He was a couple of inches taller than me, but then he always had been. While my skin was the color of coffee with milk, Cameron's was pale white except for his dark freckles. He had a lot of them. I thought they made him look interesting. His nose was a little long, but it looked good on his face. His eyes were a pale shade of aquamarine. His mouth was a little wide, but his lips were well-shaped. He kept his bright red hair cut short.

It wasn't his appearance. That hadn't changed. It was his demeanor. He was being forceful, and I found it arousing. He'd always had moments where this part of him had come out, but they had always been fleeting.

I picked up my bags and Cameron took the heavier one from me before putting his arm around my waist. He was only a little more sturdily built than me, but I'd never paid attention to how firmly muscled he was despite his build. When he gave me a side hug, I wanted to melt into him and stay there.

 

Sebastian

Cameron's new forceful demeanor looked good on him. I hoped he was tapping into some heretofore unknown reserve of dominance. If he was just acting, he'd never be able to keep it up. I watched them leave and gave a sigh of relief. I hoped this worked. I hoped Cameron could maintain his confidence and sense of command, and I hoped that Micah would be satisfied. I didn't relish having to have a conversation with Conclavia Esther Blume to tell her that her son just couldn't be happy unless he was submitting his will to another man.

"Elijah seems nice," Ethan said. "And Cameron looks attractive today despite his long nose, his wide mouth and all those freckles. And Micah seems happy to see him. But they're gone now and… "

He cast the disrobing spell I'd taught him, and his clothes flew off and landed in a heap in the chair. He'd lost control for a second and the spell spun him around and threw him on his back as it did its work. I tried not to laugh. After all, almost every novice mage made those kinds of mistakes while they were still learning their spellcraft. Still, he looked embarrassed. He must have thought he was going to make a sexy move, but it had turned into a pratfall at the last moment.

I kept a straight face and held out my hand to help him up. I noticed how hard he was, and I said, "It looks like I'm not the only one who's excited that we're alone now."

He let me pull him to a standing position and then he buried his face in my chest. I ran my fingers down his sigilla and watched the tiny sparks dance along my fingers. Then I lifted his chin and kissed him passionately. His embarrassment faded as he began responding.

He was becoming less passive in our kissing. While I stroked his back and rubbed his butt, his hand took hold of my cock and held it firmly but gently.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"I want you to put this sexy cock inside me," he said, giving me a pout.

"You're not legal yet," I said. "I'm planning something big for your birthday. Can't you wait another week?"

He pouted some more, but then smiled. "I can wait, if you insist, but I still need you. Marvin said I wasn't supposed to masturbate because of my clogged channels."

I kissed his lips and then said, "Your channels are clear now, but I'm more than happy to keep taking care of all your needs."

Then I swept him up into my arms and carried him to the bed. We lay there kissing and gently stroking one another for a while. He felt good in my arms. He wasn't thin and waiflike like Micah, Kieran, or Benjy; he was lightly muscled, like you would expect from a slender but active boy. And I thanked the numina that he wasn't into this modern fad of removing all his body hair. The age difference between us bothered me enough without him looking like a twelve-year-old. Holding him just felt right.

My relationship with Ethan was different. It wasn't just that I'd been avoiding mages after getting my heart stomped in Paris five years ago. I had always been the eramenos, the one who was pursued, but now I was playing the role of erastes, the more mature and responsible partner. Ethan made me feel very masculine and dominant. I was older than him and he looked up to me as a mentor. I wasn't really into the whole dominant and submissive dynamic, so it was my hope to lead Ethan and help him grow into a mature partner. If we stayed together, I wanted him and I to be versatile and equal partners. But for now, his youth and inexperience required a different approach.

I didn't give in to the temptation to take him prematurely. I did have something special planned for his birthday. He loved beaches and I had the perfect one in mind, and it was one where no one would be sent into a revelation crisis if he lost control and brought down the lightning when he lost his virginity. I'd be taking him to Hesperia, one of the few mage communities in the world, and the only one to have 90 miles of beaches and warm ocean.

After kissing and cuddling, we moved into an easy sixty-nine position where we could pleasure each other orally. While I sucked his cock, he sucked mine. He was getting better every day. When I slid a finger inside him, he groaned around my cock and spread his legs a little. He really was ready for it, but I was sticking to my plan.

His love tunnel was warm and silky, and I could barely restrain myself from taking him right then. But my mind was distracted by the gentle but inexpert pressure of his own finger against my hole. I spread my legs to invite him in farther and he obliged, pushing inside with too much force and no lubrication. I couldn't bring myself to object. His natural curiosity was taking over, and that was exactly what I wanted. I wouldn't push him, but I would welcome it if he wanted to flip me after I took his virginity.

We came quickly and swallowed each other's load. Then we kissed, the taste of cum on each of our lips intermingling as our mouths brushed against one another. I was letting myself fall in love again… with a mage. But I had to remind myself that Ethan wasn't a man determined to seduce young men, take their virginity, and then move on. He was sweet and innocent, and it was my job not to treat him the way I had been treated by my first lover.

 

Oliver

Lalo snored. It hadn't kept me up, but I could hear it as I started to regain consciousness. It wasn't a loud snore, but it was audible. It was even kind of cute, like Lalo. I loved his skin. It was a deep tan color like my mom. (Mine was pale white like my dad). And those black curls of his were sexy.

Sleeping with a versipellis wasn't all roses, though. His breath stank this morning. It surprised me until I remembered that the Serapis medallion almost all mages wore protected us from germs and that bad breath was caused by bacteria. I cast a spell to freshen his mouth while he slept, and I made a mental note to buy him a Serapis medallion of his own. I wondered if there was a spell that would give him control over his transformations regardless of the phase of the moon. I'd investigate the possibilities.

Suddenly Lalo woke up. It was like he'd somehow felt me staring at him. A momentary look of panic crossed his face, then he smiled at me. He had brilliant white teeth, perfectly formed except for the fact that his canines were somewhat elongated. They were only noticeable if you were staring at them, but they did make him look a little feral.

"Morning, Oliver," he drawled. "Last night was great… for me at least! How was it for you?"

I smiled and said, "It was great for me too, amazing even. So, I've been thinking. If you want, we can get together tonight as well. Cameron will be gone all weekend. And I was thinking that I may be ready to go all the way, but I need you to do it first, so I know what I'm doing when I do you. I didn't plan a nice night like you did, but I will on another day. I promise."

Lalo put his finger to my lips and said, "Shh. You're babbling. I think that probably means you're nervous. Don't be. I'm happy to go with your plan. We can order a pizza, eat in the dining room downstairs, the student union, even that fancy restaurant upstairs in the Union, the… what's it called?"

"Academia Lounge," I said. "It's kind of expensive, but I can cover it tonight."

"I can pay, Oliver," he said, but when he saw the frown on my face he added, "or we can split the bill."

Lalo's family had more money than mine, but I didn't want to get into a relationship where my boyfriend paid for everything. I needed to be an equal partner. That came to sex as well. Before Lalo and I went out, I'd only fantasized about getting fucked, not about fucking. But Lalo wasn't much bigger than me and he was so handsome that I'd been thinking of almost nothing else since I saw him in his tight shorts. I loved the way his muscular butt moved like it was winking at me when he walked.

"If it's okay we can split the bill," I said. "I'll ask my parents to give me a little more money now that I'm dating so I can pay my share."

Yes, the irony did register with me that I wanted to pay my own way and I was planning on doing it by asking my parents for more money. But my mother didn't want me working while I was in school, and her father would probably give me some money if I asked. He was one of the Da Silvas and they basically owned the mage bank in the Nexus. It was just that mom and dad had always tried to live on their own income instead of mom's family's money. But grandpa had paid for mom's schooling, so I was sure he'd be happy to help me out.

Lalo jumped up and fell on top of me. He started kissing my neck. Then he nibbled my earlobes. He used his knee to push my legs apart and pressed his groin against my butt. He was sniffing me and making a little growl that I took to mean he was enjoying himself. Then he rolled over onto his side and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Sorry, Oliver. I was trying to hold back, but… um… yesterday was the new moon and all my normal senses were dulled, well, dulled compared to what they were a few days ago, but today they're back to normal and your scent was driving me crazy. I needed to smell you and taste you," he said with a blush.

I kissed his lips and asked, "What did I smell and taste like?"

"You always smell good to me. It's like your sweat never stinks. It just smells good and doesn't go sour. And today, you had my scent on you as well and the combination was… amazing," he explained with a sigh.

"You wouldn't understand. It's a werewolf thing," he added.

He had taken me by surprise when he’d jumped me. We'd slept naked and for a moment I thought he was going to try and take me right then. I could still feel his rock-hard morning erection. I grabbed it with my hand and started to stroke him.

"It was more than a little exciting," I said. "If that's how you are one day after the new moon, I can't wait to see you when it's full."

"Not full, Oliver. I wouldn't be able to hold back. I'd probably hurt you or even bite you," he said.

"A day or two before, then," I replied. "It doesn't matter to me. I want to experience you at full wolfiness."

He took hold of my cock and squeezed it firmly, but gently. He said, "If it's full wolfiness you want, I'll see what I can do."

He threw one arm around my shoulder and pulled me close so we could kiss. Then his other moved down and took hold of both our cocks and started stroking them together. I didn't know what to do with my arms, so I threw them around his neck and pulled him even closer. My thumbs stroked his ears, and my hands massaged his neck. Our mouths were sealed, and our tongues were caressing one another.

I felt my orgasm rising, like the semen rising in the shaft of my dick. When I came, it was like an explosion. I cried out in pleasure as I spilled all over his hand. And he came only moments afterward. We shared the cum that covered his hand, a mixture of his and mine. Then we lay there for a long time, still kissing and enjoying the afterglow.

 

Micah

Elijah was the most charismatic man I'd ever met, and he was immensely powerful. He took us to the basement of Severan House and used the arcane circle to take us to his home. It wasn't a mansion, but it was a nice two-story house just west of downtown in the historical district. He gave us a quick tour to help us get settled. Upstairs there were four bedrooms plus a bathroom. One of the bedrooms held the arcane circle, another was the master bedroom, a third was a guest room and the final held a vanity, a couple of armoires and a comfortable overstuffed couch.

Elijah had us put our bags in the guest room and then told Cameron to join him downstairs.

"Micah can put your clothes away," Elijah said. "You and I need to talk."

I didn't argue; I was putting the last of our clothes in the drawers when a cute blond girl came into the room. On second glance, I could tell that it wasn't a girl after all. It was the short pale blue dress that had fooled me. It wasn't even cut for a girl. Its lacy front clung to his smooth chest like a man's shirt.

He was a couple of inches shorter than me, despite the two-inch heels on his fashionable pumps. His long blond hair wound around his head and then blended seamlessly with a braid in the back. His fair skin contrasted with the blue silk of the dress. His features were soft and delicate. Everything about him was pretty, but it was his eyes that were most striking. One of them was pale blue and the other green with gold flecks.

He held out a well-manicured hand and said, "Hello. I'm Kendal, one of Elijah's boys. He told me we were going to have company this weekend, but he didn't tell me how pretty you were. Can I help you freshen up for your man?"

"Cameron, you mean?" I said. "He's not my man. We're just friends."

"Oh? He seems to like you from the way he was talking about you downstairs," he said with a smile. "You are very pretty, you know."

He guided me over and sat me down at the vanity. He stood behind me and toyed with my hair. "Can I put your hair up?" he asked.

He didn't even wait before he picked up the brush and started running it through my longish black hair. He gave it a few strokes and then stopped to wait. "Can I?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "Show me what you can do. The name's Micah, by the way."

"Well, Micah, I'm going to try out a few things and you can tell me what you like. You have a certain femininity to you. Maybe not feminine, not really, just an androgynous prettiness. We can accentuate that as much as you want," he said.

I let him draw my hair back into a very loose tail. He gave it a few twists and then secured it with a hair clasp shaped like a dragon. He pulled a few strands loose and let them hang beside my face, then he turned me so he could carefully comb my eyebrows.

He sat on the bench next to me and opened a makeup case. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to make you look girly," he said. "I just want to make your eyes pop a bit."

He looked through the colors and chose a bright gold that he used to paint a thin outline along my eyelids, top and bottom. Then he turned my face toward the mirror. It was amazing. My eyes looked a lot bigger than before. "It's incredible!" I said.

"Most guys are afraid of make-up. I kept it light, so that you would have to look for it, and it still made a big difference," he said with a smile. "I can show you a few tricks if you want and you can do them easier than I can since you're a mage."

I hadn't realized that Kendal wasn't a mage. It seemed strange to me that Elijah would have a mundane boyfriend. Mages and mundanes didn't usually mix. It was too hard to keep the secret of the velamen and the conclave. Of course, Kendal already seemed to know about magic. Maybe he was one of the few mundanes who were naturally able to see through to the real world beneath the illusion.

Kendal seemed excited to have a playmate. He led me over to an armoire and started looking through the clothes. "Let's find you something elegant to wear, but still functional so you can give me a hand in the kitchen later," he said with a smile.

 

Cameron

I was a little confused when Elijah had Micah stay upstairs and led me downstairs. He introduced me to his boy Kendal and then sent them to talk to Micah. I had no idea what he was expecting to happen, but I was willing to wait and see. My eyes were glued to Kendal when he walked up the stairs. His legs were shapely and on display in that short dress that was almost, but not quite, short enough to reveal his underwear.

"Nice view isn't it," Elijah said.

I blushed, but Elijah slapped my back and said, "It's okay to look. Kendal is a sexy boy, and he dresses like that to get attention. He wouldn't be happy if you were ignoring him."

At that point, another guy came into the room. He was a couple of inches shorter than me (but I was the tallest of the so-called "twink trio") and he appeared to be Asian, but I couldn't place his ancestry. He didn't have the same features as the Wu family or the Lees. All the Wus I knew had light skin and round faces, and the Lees had golden brown skin and sharper features. This guy had skin as dark as Micah's and his features were round. He was thin and handsome, and he was dressed in a pair of shorts with a high inseam and a tee shirt that read, "Ask me about Wands of Love."

Elijah said, "This is my other boy, Tristan Navarro. Tristan, this is Cameron Campbell."

I took his hand and said, "Are you the Tristan Navarro, the author of Wands of Love? I love that series!"

It was a series of books, although only available as electronic versions. It was mostly about mages. They were action-adventure stories with a strong M/M romance theme. They weren't smutty, but they were engaging, and I was in love with some of the characters. Even though they were mundane novels, they seemed real. Of course, they never mentioned the conclave or the Concordium or any secret things, and they called the velamen "the mist".

"Thank you," he said with a broad smile. "That's me. I'm pleased to meet you and I'm glad you like my stories."

Tristan showed me around the rest of the house while Elijah was busy in his workroom. Everything was neat and orderly. There was a study and a small bedroom downstairs as well.

"What's it like?" I asked. "You and Kendal sharing one man, I mean."

He thought for a moment and then said, "It's great. I love Kendal like a brother, and we get to share a man who loves us both. It's like we're brother-wives for Elijah. I do my writing while I'm finishing my undergraduate degree in English Literature, and I help with the hard parts of the cleaning. Kendal does the cooking and most of the cleaning. He hated college and dropped out after his freshman year to take care of the house full time."

"So, you two are both submissives, and Elijah is dominant?" I asked.

I knew I was getting too personal, but their relationship was different from any I'd ever seen, and my curiosity was getting the better of my courtesy. I'd barely spoken to Kendal before he went upstairs, but he looked like he would be submissive.

Tristan laughed and said, "I suppose we both are, but even I look butch compared to Kendal. He's a special case. He likes clothes that look like women's clothes, and he wears a little makeup, but he identifies as a boy. He just has his own definition of what that means. I'm not into that, but I think Kendal is cute as hell in his dresses. Both of us are there to take care of our man. I prefer taking instead of giving, which is fortunate because Elijah doesn't bottom. And Kendal seems put off if you even mention to him that he could top once in a while."

"I'd be surprised if Elijah bottomed," I said. "He's way too masculine for that, if you know what I mean."

We'd walked around the backyard and were ready to go back inside. Sebastian had told me that I would learn a lot about dealing with submissive boys by spending a couple of days with Elijah, Tristan, and Kendal. And it looked like he was right.

When we got back into the house, Elijah was sitting in the living room. Apparently he'd finished whatever he'd needed to do. He looked in our direction and said, "Come sit down for a spell, Cameron. Tristan, go get us some of that minty sweet tea Kendal made for our guests. You'll need to serve until Kendal comes back down."

Tristan showed no sign of resistance. For that matter, neither did I. He went into the kitchen, and I took a seat on the couch. Elijah put a hand on my leg and pointed toward Tristan. "It's a nice view watching that one walk away too. His butt is boyish, but it's no less round and sexy than Kendal's," he said.

"You've got two good looking boys, Elijah," I said truthfully.

Then I sighed and said, "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to learn. You're a natural at this. I don't have any idea what I'm doing."

"That's good for a start. That way you won't have any preconceived notions to unlearn," he said. "Why don't you tell me some specifics about Micah before he comes down."

I told him about his fucked-up relationship with Remuel Adler, how Remy treated him like shit and how Micah seemed to think he deserved it. I told him how Micah and I had a relationship of sorts after Remy left the Academy, but that I'd been too afraid to make it exclusive and claim him as my boyfriend.

"Remuel Adler is a special case," Elijah said. "If he were mundane, I'd be inclined to give the brother a break, but he's a privileged asshole. The Adlers are one of the oldest and most prestigious mage families in America. There are two branches. Most folks call them the White Adlers and the Black Adlers, but the story is more complicated than that. The point is that both branches of the family are famous in different ways, and Remy gets by on his family's prestige and his father's reputation, that of the Black Adlers. You understand that his father is Mordecai Adler, the hero of the Millennium Uprising, I assume?"

I nodded that I did, and Elijah continued, "His father is widely believed to be the fastest and most deadly wand in America, if not the world. He took down Robardin Reynard up in Tyanaport and put an end to his attempt to bring the Master of the Yellow Sign to this world. But Remy never ranked higher than ninth in the Academy dueling club. He got his ass handed to him when he was a junior by this punk little freshman named Oliver Rankin.”

“Sorry I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m a friend of Oliver and I was there the day of that duel. It was pretty amazing,” I said.

Elijah smiled. “I’ll bet it was. I would have loved to see Remuel get out-dueled by a freshman. He’s always had a high opinion of himself. After school he tried to place in the mage dueling association but could only come in 53rd. He's still pissed that Sebastian came in 33 places ahead of him. His mother was the Top Scholar in her day and earned seven genius awards and a quadruplex award for mastery in four subjects. He barely scraped by with a simplex award. He applied to the custodes and, despite his father's influence, he's only doing paperwork. He has a chip on his shoulder, and my guess is he is currently taking that out on Micah.

"What you need to learn is how to be the dominant man Micah needs. You need to learn how to talk to him and how to treat him. I have no respect for guys like Remy who need to degrade and humiliate their lovers to make themselves feel more important. It's important that you guide Micah so he can learn to be the submissive he is without being treated like garbage."

"I hope I can do all that, sir," I said, heaving a huge sigh.

"You can. I have faith in you. Just take charge with him. When he comes down here, don't get up and run to him. Look him over and then call him over to you. Tell him he looks nice and then kiss him," he said. "I want you to follow your instincts, but I want to be able to help you when you're stuck or don't know what to do. So, I'm going to give you this."

He held out a simple gold band with arcane sigils on it. I took it and looked it over. I noticed that he was wearing one just like it.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a communion ring," he said. "They come in sets. Normally, the boys and I wear them when we go out, especially in redneck country where Kendal could get into trouble. I have three, but we'll only need the two. If you concentrate on talking to me, the ring can relay a message. And I can do the same. That's its only power. It won't let me get inside your head, just communicate."

"Is there a range limit?" I asked.

"Don't try to take it to another dimension, not even the nexus," he replied.

I slipped it on and thought at him, "Can you hear me, Elijah?"

"Yes, I can," he replied.

It was at that point that Tristan brought us our drinks. He put them down on top of coasters on the coffee table. "Please don't put your glass on the coffee table, sir," Tristan said. "Kendal will be unhappy if the finish gets damaged."

Elijah laughed and said, "And no one is happy if Kendal is unhappy. You might just say that Kendal's in charge of the house and the rest of us dance to his cute but demanding tune."

Tristan sat between us on the couch and leaned over against Elijah's chest. And Elijah wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Then Elijah and I chatted about school while Tristan snuggled against him and rubbed his hairless calf against his lover's.

In a few minutes, Kendal came down the stairs leading Micah. Kendal hadn't changed, but Micah looked… different. His eyes seemed larger, and his hair had been pulled back except for a slender lock that hung down on each side of his face. He was wearing a thin gold choker around his neck. He had on a pair of light blue knit shorts I hadn't seen before. They were in the same style as Tristan's, and they left most of his legs exposed. His chest was covered by a pink low necked muscle shirt worn over a white sleeveless tee shirt. The shirts ended an inch or so above the waistband of his shorts so that his flat midriff could be seen.

He was smiling. He must have liked the look. I know that I did.

I held out my hand and said, “Come here, Micah.”

Kendal smiled and guided him over. I took hold of Micah and pulled him into my lap. Kendal sat himself neatly on Elijah's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Tristan took Kendal's well-pedicured feet and removed his shoes.

Micah seemed stiff, unsure of himself. I pulled him closer and said, "You look amazing. You're always beautiful, but Kendal did a good job making you look even prettier."

"Thank you," he said. "Kendal can work wonders with just a few dabs of makeup. It's not too much?"

I turned his head so I could look at his face. I could see a hint of moist redness on his lips, and a thin line of gold around his eyes. There was a faint golden sparkle on his cheeks, but I couldn't see any powder or other cosmetics. He did smell nice, with a hint of spice blending well with his own natural body odor. Between his appearance, his scent, and the feeling of his round butt on my lap, I was getting hard.

I slid a hand under his shirt and rubbed his abdomen. It was smooth and flat, but also soft. Micah didn't exercise much. He was just naturally thin. There was more similarity between him and Kendal than I'd noticed before.

I kissed his neck and wrapped my other arm around his chest. He was warm and my blood was rising. If we were alone, I'd be ripping his clothes off right now. Playing a dominant role was doing something to me. Normally, I didn't think along those lines, but right now I wanted to take charge and do him right here on the couch in front of Elijah and his boys.

I slid my hand from his abdomen to the front of his shorts. I could feel his erection beneath the thin cloth. I didn't go any farther because I didn't want to make our hosts uncomfortable, but when I glanced at Elijah, I could tell that he had one hand down the back of Tristan's shorts and another underneath Kendal's dress.

I could hear his voice in my head, "Put your hand inside his shorts and feel him up. Avoid his penis and pay attention to his boy hole. If you need to remove his shorts, go ahead. Don't ask him, just do it. You're in charge."

Elijah's hand pushed further under Kendal's dress exposing his lacy panties. The boy had a tiny dick, probably three inches or so, but it was hard. At the same time, Tristan moaned and rose a little on the couch. From the look in his eyes, I assumed that Elijah was fingering him right next to me.

I'd never done anything like this before, but I was aroused enough that I didn't care. I pulled Micah tight against me and moved my hand under the waistband of his shorts. He was wearing thin underwear. I wondered if it was Kendal's, but then I thought it unlikely. Kendal's were lacy and flat in the front, and these had a pouch to hold Micah's erection. These must be Tristan's as well.

Micah moaned and whispered, "That feels good, Cameron, but they can see us."

"I don't care if they see us," I whispered back. "They can look all they want, so long as they don't touch."

He looked like he was going to say something else, but then he sighed and replied, "Yes, Sir, whatever you say, Sir."

"That's right," I said. "I've decided that's how it's going to be from now on. I'm not asking you anymore Micah. I want you, and I'm going to take you. And if anyone gets in my way, I'll challenge them to protect my rights."

Micah's cock twitched and he moaned at my words. I squeezed his dick and then pushed my hand lower under his balls, all the way to his smooth crack. His cheeks were bare, but there was a narrow strip of cloth between them. He was wearing a thong. Tristan must be a kinky boy.

I pulled my hand out and pushed two fingers inside his mouth while I kissed him more aggressively than before. He offered me no resistance. Good. I had no idea what I was doing and the slightest rejection on his part could totally kill the mood for me. He sucked those fingers like they were candy while I used my other hand to work his shorts down to his knees so I could push them off. I could see that the thong was a translucent white mesh. It was sexy as hell seeing Micah's dick push against the pouch.

Once I was satisfied that my fingers were wet enough, I pulled them out of his mouth and moved them back to his boy hole. The strap at the back of the thong pulled easily aside and I started rubbing him, circling the ring with my finger, making him moan.

"Help. I don't know what I'm doing," I thought at Elijah. "I've never had anal sex before."

I could hear Elijah's deep chuckle in my head. "It's okay, Cameron. Everyone has a first time. Play with his butt until it gets loose. Do you know a lubrication charm?"

"Nope. I'm a complete newbie," I replied.

"I'll get it for you and teach you the spell later," he said. "Once he's loose and slippery, you won't have any trouble. Fucking a sexy boy butt will come natural for you. Don't worry too much about making him cum from your fucking. Just rub him and squeeze him a little while you're doing it. I'll walk you through the proper technique later."

I heard him mumble something and point his wand in our direction. Micah's hole immediately became slippery. I had to learn that spell as soon as possible.  I worked one finger inside him and stroked him gently. I knew that his gay spot was in there somewhere, so I worked to find it. I knew I'd found it when he groaned.

"That's it, Sir! That's the spot!" he yelled.

I was going to shush him, but I heard Kendal squeal, "Oh Daddy! That's it, that's the spot!"

I glanced over and saw that Elijah had pulled his boy's dress up to his waist and had pulled his panties down. He had three fingers inside the small blond boy and Tristan was standing behind Kendal kissing his neck, his own dick fully hard and pressing against his brother-wife's back.

Then Kendal and Tristan moved to the floor and started making out. Elijah laid back and watched them. He gave me a wink and then he said, "I'm going to fuck Kendal first, boys, so I need you to eat his ass for me until he opens, Tristan."

"Yes, Daddy," both boys cried in unison.

I didn't have time to watch them after they settled into a sixty-nine position with their mouths buried in each other's butts. I turned my attention back to Micah. He was beginning to loosen. I could fit two fingers inside him now. I led him down to the floor, so we had more room to maneuver. Elijah used his wand to sweep the coffee table out of the way so there was room on the carpet.

I pulled Micah's shirt up and hooked it behind his neck, leaving his slender torso exposed. Then I put my fingers back inside him and leaned forward to nibble on his small nipples. My skin was white and mottled by freckles. It made a sharp contrast with Micah's very light brown skin that was smooth and free of blemish or mark.

I bit his nipples with a little force, eliciting a yelp. I was going to apologize, but I could see that he was smiling, so I gave him love bites on his thin pecs instead. He was moaning and whining in pleasure. Apparently he liked it a little rough. He'd always claimed that he did, but I'd never followed up on it. Today I was going to rectify that mistake.

I glanced over and saw that Elijah had moved between Kendal's legs. Tristan was holding them against the boy's chest while he straddled his head, his small butt pressed against his face. Kendal was eating Tristan's butt while Elijah was working his massive cock inside the boy's hole. I couldn't believe that the frail blond was able to take that large of a club inside him.

I hoped that Micah was ready because I was. I pushed his legs back to his chest and he took hold of them to keep them out of my way. I lined my cock up and pressed it against him. He was smiling at me, obviously as eager as I was. I slid inside him without too much resistance.

I'd sucked cock, and I'd gotten my cock sucked, but nothing had prepared me for the silky-smooth warmth and tight grip of Micah's ass. I almost came as I was entering him. I had to stop and take some deep breaths to keep from ejaculating way too soon. I managed to push back my urgency to a dull throb. Then I started thrusting inside him and pulling almost all the way out. It was the single best experience my cock had ever felt.

I have no idea how long I held out. Whenever I got too close, I'd pause and let the urgency subside again. But over time, the intervals between those rests diminished and the nadir of my need rose higher. It was obvious to me that Micah was enjoying himself as much as I was. He was moaning and drooling. A couple of times I bent down to kiss away his drool, licking it up with my tongue.

After my sixth or seventh rest, I knew that I couldn't hold off much longer. I followed Elijah's advice, and I pressed gently on Micah's cock and rubbed it gently. I was glad that his wasn't as small as Kendal's. I liked cock as much as I did ass, but if I had to choose just one right now, I'd spend the rest of my life buried inside Micah.

He put a hand on my wrist and said, "Please, Sir. Squeeze my balls. Squeeze my cum right out of them."

I would never have thought of doing anything so rough, but he was begging me for it. I took hold of his balls and squeezed. He moaned, "Harder, Sir! Please squeeze them harder!"

Something perverse inside me wanted me to see if I could squeeze them hard enough that Micah would call out in pain for me to stop. I increased the pressure slowly until I was sure that he would give way, but he didn't. He seemed to get harder and more excited by the second. When he came, his ass began to spasm around my own cock, like it was biting down hard and trying to suck the cum right out of me.

I threw back my head and cried, "I'm cumming! Take my seed, Micah! Take it deep inside you."

I thrust inside him as far as I could go and held it. My dick constricted and then expanded. I flooded him with my seed as his own filled the inside of the pouch that barely held it. I fell on top of him and kissed him more gently than before. His hands stroked my lats and ran over my buttocks.

"That was amazing, Cameron," he said. "You were rough enough and you took care to make sure I came."

I pulled out and lay beside him on the carpet. I slid my arm under his neck and pulled him close. "But you weren't a virgin were you?"

"No, Sir," he replied. "I've been fucked several times, but I never experienced anything that good. I came when I was fucked, but my dick wasn't allowed to get hard. My master… Remy, I mean. Sebastian said I can't call him my master this week. Remy doesn't allow me to get hard. When I came with him it was different. My cum just oozed out of my soft cock."

"That's fucked up, Micah," I said. "I'm trying not to say negative things about Remy, but you deserve erections as much as he does."

He shrugged. "It's different with him, Sir. He says that slaves don't deserve erections. It's kind of sexy having him control my cock like that."

I took hold of his chin and turned his face to mine. I kissed his lips gently then said, "This week I'll control your orgasms, but I won't keep you from getting an erection. I want to know that you're turned on by me."

"How will you control my orgasms, Sir?" he asked, running his hand across my chest. I was beginning to grow downy hair on my pecs, and he seemed to like feeling it.

"I'm going to control them in the only way that matters," I said. "I'm ordering you not to touch your cock in any way that could bring about an orgasm, and you're going to obey me. That's real submission. If I use magic to prevent it, I'm taking away your opportunity to submit. You'll obey because you want to show me respect and submission."

Micah was getting semi-hard again. The idea excited him; that much was obvious. I needed to establish myself as the superior dominant for him. I wanted him to forget all about Remuel.

"Now get down there and clean my cock with your sexy mouth, boy. I don't want to see a drop of cum anywhere," I ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" he yelled.

While he was cleaning me up, I could see that Elijah was now pounding Tristan's ass from behind. He was so broad and muscular that he dwarfed both his boys. Elijah's thigh seemed bigger than Tristan's waist from where I sat, and Kendal was even smaller.

Tristan held on to Kendal's hips and licked the cum out of his butt. It was a hot scene, and I was getting more than a little excited from watching it. Once Micah had cleaned me off, he scooped his own cum from his cock and abdomen and licked it off his fingers.

We lay there and watched Elijah and his boys finish while we kissed gently. Afterwards, we all got back onto the couch and lay there. I cuddled Micah and Elijah cuddled both Tristan and Kendal.

Elijah ignored his boys and mine; he looked over at me and said, "I was thinking that we'll have brunch here. The boys can prepare it while you and I get to know one another. Then later, we'll go out for dinner. What do you feel like?"

"I'm not sure what's here in town," I said.

"Don't worry about it," Elijah said. "Whatever you feel like. It'll be on me. I want to help you celebrate."

I thought about it for a while. I didn't want to spend Elijah's money. I'd pay for it, but I had a craving for a taste of home.

"I kind of feel like seafood," I said. "Maybe there's someplace not too far."

"Does it remind you of home?" he asked.

I nodded yes and he said, "With that accent, I suppose you're from Boston."

"That's me," I said with a laugh. Everyone thought I had a funny accent. "I can get to Boston by translocation, but I can't take us all. Maybe we should just go someplace close by."

"That won't be necessary," Elijah said. "I can take us to Chicago's Lake City Lodge. It's a nexus point. We can walk through the nexus to Boston, or we can eat at Flanagan Hall right on Boston Street in the Nexus. They have excellent seafood and some other Boston favorites."

I snapped my fingers and said, "That's it! I love Flanagan's."

 

Micah

Cameron was sexier than I'd ever seen him. When he’d fucked me on the floor, it was like stars had gone off in my head. He was powerful, forceful, and masterly. The new tone he had in his voice sent chills down my spine. We'd been roommates six of the seven years we were at the academy. His was the first cock I'd sucked, fumbling around in the dark in our seventh-grade year. Except for ninth and tenth grades when I was seeing Remy, we'd been together. Sure, we'd included Oliver and Isaac. Neither of us wanted to admit it was more than just friends having sex together. But after Remy left, if Cameron had come on like this, I would have been shouting it from the rooftops.

Remy was bigger, both his body and his cock. He was more handsome in many ways, but I loved the freckles all over Cameron's body. And I did love his sharply carved features.

Sebastian had forced me to promise that I would act like I had no connection with Remy at all. I'd resisted him, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He said that the Conclave would step in and prevent me getting back with Remy if I didn't agree. I'd promised, but I'd planned on still being loyal to my oath. That was before Cameron had shown up and taken charge. Now I couldn't resist him.

Kendal had me help him make brunch. I wasn't much of a cook, but Kendal was as good as my dad. I couldn't even follow what he was saying when he announced that we didn't have time to make french toast, so we were going to make eggs benedict instead. He promised that we'd lay bread slices out to dry so we could make it tomorrow. I wasn't sure what eggs benedict were, but when Kendal went through the ingredients, I explained to him that my mother's family kept kosher and I couldn't eat pork. He didn't even blink an eye. He said we could use smoked salmon and cover it with salmon roe.

He pulled out two aprons, a pink frilly one for himself and a too large masculine looking one for me. He apologized that he didn't have another pretty one for me to wear. I'd never wanted to feel like a girl before, but Kendal was so pretty, so poised and so submissive that I felt envious, and I was jealous that I didn't have a pretty apron to wear too.

I should say that even though Kendal was submissive to Elijah he held his own with Tristan and with everyone else. I had the impression that he had a strict view of gender roles and he saw himself as Elijah's obedient wife.

He made everything from scratch. Since he didn't have any magic, he had to do things the hard way. He even made English muffins from scratch. I wasn't as much help as I wanted to be. I couldn't even do the grunt work that didn't require a lot of talent. Tristan came in and juiced the oranges. He also fetched the ingredients, sliced tomatoes, peeled potatoes, made coffee, and set the table. Kendal let me fry the potatoes. I could do that. He had some duck fat to fry them in because I couldn't eat bacon grease.

It took four eggs for each person because the sauce took two egg yolks per serving. And it sure looked complicated. I was impressed. He did all that work without making a mess, and he did it in a fancy dress, heels, and a string of pearls. And he did it without magic. I didn't know anyone who did that.

 

Cameron

While the boys were taking care of breakfast, Elijah led me into the basement where he had a weight bench and some other exercise equipment. There was even a mat and some yoga balls.

"If you're going to look like a master, we need to get you in shape. I use this weight bench to maintain my shape, and I used one like it back in school to get into shape in the first place. You have a choice. I can show you some exercises and you can spend an hour or so in the gym every day working out, or I can transmute you so that you're in peak shape for your build. After that, it's up to you. You can maintain your shape in the gym or learn the transmutation yourself. I won't keep helping you if you just let it go," he explained.

I didn't have to think about it for long. Maybe I could maintain a good shape once I had it, but there was no way I was going to put as much time and effort as it would take to get there in the first place.

"If you're serious, I'll take the transmutation. I'll try to maintain it, but if I can't maybe you can teach me the spell to do it," I said.

He shrugged and said, "Sure. Now drop your clothes so I can see my work. We can adjust them later."

I was embarrassed to stand naked next to this hunk, but I wanted to see the spell. Elijah walked around me and looked me over. He touched me in a few places with his wand.

"The transmutation I'm using won't change your body's shape or build. What it will do is to give you the ideal musculature for your frame. It will be like you've followed a training program for the last couple of years, but it won't give you more muscle than you could build the mundane way," he said. "I like this one better than most because it won't look unnatural."

Then he moved his wand in an intricate pattern and spent about a minute chanting. I could feel a tingling sensation across my body, and my muscles were writhing beneath my skin. With each undulation, they grew slightly larger and firmer. When the spell was over, I looked good. I wasn't musclebound, but I was ripped and well-defined. I was still too thin to have that classic vee shape that looked so good on a man, but my body was like a much narrower vee.

"Wow!" I said. "You did good work."

"You had a good foundation for me to work with," he said. "Now let's get your clothes on."

"I can handle this one," I said.

I waved my wand at the pile of clothes, and they flew off the floor and onto my body. I'd been prepared to do the spell as a ritual. That's what I usually did. I’d spend a minute, instead of a few seconds, so I could take my time and do the spell without fumbling the motions or the words. But today, I felt lucky and just let it go. In two seconds, I was fully clothed. I'd even combined the dressing spell with a spell to make the clothes fit properly. That was important because of my increased musculature.

Elijah walked around and patted my butt. "Damn you're looking good. Too bad you're a total top now," he said. "I could appreciate a piece of that tight body."

He gave me a whistle. He was exaggerating, of course. I wasn't anywhere near as stocky as he was, and I was still covered with freckles. I looked better than I had, but I was nobody's idea of a sex symbol. Truth was that I hated my freckles and my bright red hair, and I always had. For some reason, Micah liked me despite my flaws.

I thanked Elijah again, and he assured me that it was no trouble.

Tristan shoved his head through the door to let us know that brunch was almost ready, so we used a spell to clean up and went upstairs. Everything was delicious. I knew that Kendal had done most of the work, but he graciously directed a share of the praise to Tristan and Micah. I really liked that boy.

---

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 7. It will be out soon.

Special Thanks to my editor [email protected].