Elf Master

Compendium 34

Elf Master Chapter 6

Kyle

"Wake up, Slave," Master said, smacking me on my bare ass.

He stepped back and waited for me to get up. I knew better than to make him wait, so I rolled out of bed and crawled over to kneel at his feet. His cock was out, so I took it into my mouth and started sucking. He put his hands on my shoulder and squeezed just hard enough for his sharp fingernails to pierce my skin by only the slightest prick. I bit down on his hard cock. My master seemed to enjoy the pain. I knew I could never hurt him with my mouth, but I bit him harder than I ever had before. And he moaned in pleasure.

"You can't hurt me, you know," he said. "My skin can't be pierced by your teeth."

"Mm-hm," I muttered. My hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them, and he smiled down at me.

"You're learning, Slave," he said. "Judge how much each man wants or needs and give it to him. No human can take the pain I can. By the standards of my people, I'm a deviant, not just because I like humans, but because I enjoy this kind of game."

I squeezed him with as much force, and bit down as hard as I could manage. Master's eyes rolled back, and he purred almost like a cat. Was he having Matt teach me about cock and ball torture so I could understand my own limits? When he'd beaten my nuts and cock, I'd hated it – at first. In time, I'd risen above the pain and reached a trance-like state of pleasure. That's what had scared me, and I think it had made Matt nervous too. It had, however, been sublime.

Master's cock slithered down my throat and expanded. I squeezed his nuts again and he came. I didn't taste him this time. He shot straight down my throat and howled, whether in pain or pleasure I had no idea. I wasn't sure he did either.

"That was good, Slave," he said, patting my head as if I were a dog of some sort. "Now do your morning calisthenics. I've increased the number of reps per set as you've gotten stronger."

I grabbed the full milk jugs. Each one should weigh a little more than eight pounds, but Master had filled each of them about half full of glass marbles. They weighed about twelve pounds now. He'd also doubled the reps on my exercise. I was going to be exhausted. The routine had gotten easier as I'd regained muscle tone, but Dom clearly wanted me to still be straining to complete them. If he said I could do it, he was probably right. He hadn't been wrong yet, but my muscles were burning by the time I'd finished.

God how I hated him! He was so cold, callous and… abusive. That’s what it was. He was making me into some kind of beast of burden, like… an ox. That was it exactly. He hadn’t cut my balls off, but he’d prevented me from using my dick and he was forcing me to do all this physical work to shape my body the way he wanted me to look. Make that a prize ox. That he was planning to put on display!

Dom looked up from his phone and said, "Go shit and shower. Put your urine in the bottle."

Fuck! And then there was this. Why was he so intent on degrading me? Wasn’t it enough that he’d collared me and made me his property? Did he have to continually remind me how pathetic he thought I was? Even an animal wasn’t forced to drink its own piss. It just wasn’t fair. Yeah, maybe I’d been a bad person. Okay, I had been a bad person, but was there no limit to his cruelty, no limit to how low he was going to force me to go?

It's not like I had any choice. There was a scale, so I weighed myself. I was down to 240 pounds, so I'd lost 10. When I'd been at my fittest, I'd weighed 225, so I still needed to lose 15. Glancing in the mirror, I could see that my muscles were more visible. If I started bulking up instead of just toning them, I'd probably be about my current weight, but with much less fat.

My cock started to get hard as I looked in the mirror. I was making myself horny. With the new haircut and the wax job on the face and body, you could see the muscles beneath the skin. I'd always liked the scruffy look, but a smooth face really emphasized my square jaw and strong cheekbones. I thought my nose was a little too big, but my lips were full enough to look kissable. The only bad thing was the small gut that protruded farther than it should have. I was going to have to do more sit ups if I wanted to tighten it as I lost weight.

I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up. The feeling of soap sliding across smooth, hairless skin was amazing. I wanted to stroke my cock. It was aching, but I knew it wasn't allowed so there was no point in thinking about it. I cleaned my dick carefully so I wouldn't trigger an orgasm. Then I used the anal douche bulb to clean myself out. I'd seen a douche online, when I was researching all kinds of gay stuff, that could connect to the shower head. I'd have to ask permission to buy one and install it.

I was about to style my hair, but this cut was low maintenance. I just had to dry it and run a comb through it. I thought I could have been a model. Not one of the pretty ones, but one who was ruggedly, if only slightly, handsome. If I were free to fuck, I'd definitely fuck me. Hell, I'd let myself fuck me. How fucking arrogant was that? I thought with a chuckle.

I went back into the room. I knew there was a lot of time before my only class today, a biology lab from 1:00 to 3:30 p.m., so I wondered what Dom was going to have me do until then. He was on his phone and didn't seem happy. With him it was hard to tell, but I'd learned to read him a little. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground by his feet. Not knowing exactly what he wanted, I decided to kneel there facing him. He looked up from his phone and said, "When in this position, keep your back straight, put your hands behind your head and keep your upper body flexed."

Then he went back to his phone and ignored me. A few minutes after he'd put down the phone, Sebastian came in. He and my master started to talk. The conversation seemed to be something about a curse and the part my master was going to play in order to break it. They switched to a language I didn't understand and continued talking for a while. I perked up when I realized they'd switched back to English and had begun talking about me.

"You weren't wrong, Nico. He is looking better," Sebastian said, looking over at me with an appraising look on his face.

"Do you want to borrow him?" Master asked.

"Mmm, no," Sebastian replied. "The way he looks now, I'm tempted. Or rather I would be tempted, physically, if I hadn’t found something more to my liking.”

Master allowed a hint of a smile to play on his lips. “I’ve seen the something else you’re talking about, Sebastian. I’ve known you for twelve years and this is the first time I’ve seen you with something younger and more inexperienced on your arm.”

Sebastian sighed and sat down in Master’s chair, the one without a big dildo attached to the seat. “I know. Back at the Academy I’d always followed the older guys around, hoping to catch their attention, but they’d mostly ignored me or treated me like the kid I was. This guy is… well he’s kind of like I was at that age. Oh he’s a lot more naive and his background makes him…”

My master chuckled as he interrupted. “... it makes him completely unacceptable to your stuck-up grandmother and father, which is probably the reason you’re so attracted to him.”

Sebastian shook his head and waved his hand. “No! It’s more than that. Trust me. He stirs something in me that I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before. It’s like he wants me for me, and he needs me. It’s like having someone around who….”

My master was smiling now, a real smile that wasn’t scary and predatory, like he was willing to allow himself to display his actual feelings around Sebastian in a way he didn’t with anyone else. It was like the way brothers were supposed to be with one another. Of course, my brothers and I had never had that sort of bond...

My master said, “...it’s like he’s you, or the way you used to be with older guys, like Dmitri Gregorovitch. But you’ve decided not to ignore him the way those older guys ignored you. You’ve decided to pay him attention in return. So, you’re not like Dmitri back when you were twelve; you’re more like Dmitri when you were fifteen.”

Sebastian shook his head. “No. I’m nothing like Dmitri. Don’t say that.”

“But he did finally start showing you attention. Everyone thought that the two of you were going to become… how do humans put it… a thing.”

“That was different. Dmitri only started paying attention to me when he thought he’d be able to…” he glanced my way and switched back to the other language, “me pedicare.”

My master’s mouth was still smiling, but his eyes had taken on that intense look he had when he was making me question everything I thought I knew or understood. “But isn’t that why you’re being so nice to this boy, so you can…” He glanced at me the same way Sebastian had but, for some reason, didn’t switch to the other language, “...fuck him.”

Sebastian sat upright like he was shocked. “No! Dmitri didn’t love me. He just wanted three things, a guy to fuck, a younger guy he could control, and… he wanted the connection with my family. You know that my father was interested in an alliance with the Gregorovitch family; he and Dmitri’s mother had talked behind my back. They’d encouraged him to pursue me.”

Now Master was smiling his other smile, like he’d gotten what he’d wanted. “They never told him to have sex with you, just to pursue a relationship. You’ve always been too hard on them when it comes to this issue. You liked Dmitri and he began returning your interest. You knew what he was like. He’d sampled the charms of a different guy every few weeks since we first met him. What did you think he’d do once you had his attention?”

“Yeah. You’re right. Just this once!”

He continued after a pause, “It scared me when it finally happened. I was afraid he’d take what he wanted and leave me, like I knew he had with those other guys.”

Master pointed one long finger at his friend and said, “Then don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t be Dmitri. If you love this boy, treat him right. Build it up slowly and make sure that you’re ready.”

Sebastian replied, “I have no intention of taking it all the way with him until I’m sure he’s ready.”

My master laughed. “Oh, I got a whiff of his scent when he was following you around. He’s ready. You need to make sure that you’re ready to do it right.”

They sat in companionable silence for a minute or so, until Sebastian suddenly furled his brow. “Nice try, elf, but you’re not going to make me forget what I wanted to talk to you about. I’m concerned about this whole permanent slavery thing you have going on."

Master laughed sarcastically. "With all the folks you have under compulsion, you're squeamish about my one slave?"

"Are you talking about the admins? You know that I didn’t want to do that. It was the only way to get them to do what the Conclave wanted without breaking the velamen.”

“But you compel Blackwell to have sex with you, don’t you?”

Sebastian seemed shocked and horrified. “No, I don't! I have never compelled anyone to have sex with me, Nico. I compel them to serve the mage community, but I have never compelled them to have sex. Blackwell tried to coerce me into having sex with him in order to get some changes made to the room assignments. I gave him what he wanted! And I used that to bind him to my will. None of the others are bound by sex. Sex never comes into it.”

My master replied calmly, “But you do bind them to your will.”

Sebastian sighed and looked uncomfortable. “But not permanently. Trust me, it would be easier if I had. As it stands, I have to make sure the binding never fails by constantly renewing it.”

Master shrugged and said, "That’s a choice you made, and if you don’t mind my saying so, it’s a distinction without a difference. Think about it and I’m sure you’ll see I’m right. Just bind them permanently. Don’t ask for anything personal, and then you can always release them when you’re done with them or when they leave the job, whatever. Nothing has to be permanent, no matter what you call it. Even permanent things can be undone."

Some look passed between them whose meaning escaped me. Then my master asked, “Are you sure we can’t move the ritual? It will take a lot out of me and I may… make mistakes.”

Sebastian shook his head. "It must be tonight. We don't have a choice. The curse has grown to a critical point, and we can't wait."

Master sighed. He looked almost tired, like he was under a lot of stress. "I have a problem with one of yours that you may be able to handle. I owe Elijah a favor from our days back at the Academy, and I want to discharge it. I have something he wants. He seems to think it should be an even trade, but it isn't. If I could hold out for a while, I'd make a reasonable deal. But I am not going into debt with him because you want to break the curse tonight, instead of tomorrow night. If I have the time, I can find someone else to take charge of my slave while I'm busy."

Sebastian shook his head and said, "You need a slave sitter, and you approached Elijah and offered him Kyle for the night, something you knew he'd want. Let me guess. You couldn't negotiate a hard bargain because you needed to make it fast. Congratulations! You taught all of us to be better negotiators back when we were in the Academy together. I'll talk to him for you, but you must make a fair deal, and you must do it tonight."

Master closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He threw up his hands. "I should have been a worse teacher."

"Or you should have made more friends than enemies," Sebastian retorted.

My master gave his friend a smile that held more warmth than I’d ever seen on his face. “Why did I need to make friends? I had a brother to look out for me.”

Sebastian smiled back at him. “Thank you. I love you too. But if Elijah hadn't transformed that iron knife to bronze in the nick of time, you could have died when Wilomena Ambrose came at you like she did.”

Master actually grimaced. “She was just upset over what the Lady in the Mirror did to her great aunt. She blew everything out of proportion and decided to take it out on the nearest fae she could put her hands on.”

“Not the nearest fae, Nico. You are related in some incomprehensible way to the Lady in the Mirror, as you told everyone repeatedly when the subject came up in class. And you did seem to make a point out of telling that story whenever Wilomena’s sophistry was better than yours. You and I both know it was a way of making her flustered enough for you to win your verbal sparring matches. Quiet intimidation is what I would call it.”

Master shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. “Make a deal with the Lady in the Mirror and then try to wriggle out of it and you pay the consequences. Deals made with my people are magically binding contracts.”

Sebastian was laughing loudly and shaking his head. “Nico! Wilomena had tried to get out of a stupid nonsense bet the two of you had made and you decided to throw that story in her face to make her back down. Her great aunt lost her powers after she bound the Soul Ripper, saving everyone in Sagacia.”

Master was really enjoying this banter. His face was more expressive and emotive with Sebastian than I’d ever seen it. “And then she reneged on the deal.”

Sebastian was shaking his head like he couldn’t believe the things Master was saying. He was also laughing like it was an argument they’d had a lot in the past. My heart sank a little when I realized that I had never had a friend like that.

Sebastian was gesturing emphatically. “If her great aunt had given the Lady in the Mirror what she’d promised, it would have given that fae trickster another key to undo her own imprisonment. There’s a reason your people bound her in the mirrors in the first place!”

Now Master was smiling as if it were a joke. “A deal is a deal. Break it and face the consequences.”

“Well, if Elijah hadn’t saved you with an amazing bit of incredibly fast transmutation, things would have exploded, and we could all be engaged in a war between mages and fae right now."

"Fine," Master said. "I'll negotiate from a position of weakness. I'll call it a challenge."

"I love you like a brother," Sebastian said, as he opened the door.

And Master quipped, “And I think of you as a brother as well. That’s why I have to follow you around to keep you out of trouble.”

When the door closed, it was like the entire atmosphere in the room changed. My master’s face lost its expressiveness and suddenly his entire demeanor became alien and unreadable again. It was like Sebastian had somehow made him more human.

Master turned to me and explained calmly, "I was in school with Elijah Jackson, and I owe him a favor. I wanted to trade him the use of you for one evening to return the favor, but he's claiming that I should trade you to him permanently as repayment. I'm trying to negotiate a better deal. I taught all my sodales at the Academy to have a high starting point so there’s room to broker a strong arrangement, and I'm certain he will accept less," Master said, "but none of this is your concern. One way or another, you will be serving Elijah tonight. If I am unable to negotiate a good enough deal, he may end up being your new master. And I don't think you would enjoy that very much."

He let that hang over us for a while, then he said, "However, I do believe that serving Elijah will be good for you if it's only temporary. For today, I want you to make yourself available to anyone who wants to use you, but I'm going to give you a present first. Lie down on the bed on your back."

I couldn't resist any direct command given to me, so I climbed onto the bed and lay there, fearful of what sort of gift Master might choose to give me. In only a minute or so, he returned and sat on the side of the bed. He had a long silver needle in his hand. My muscles went rigid. I hated needles. I’d always hated needles. He ran his finger lightly over my right nipple until it stiffened, then he pinched it hard and pulled it out from my body until I began to gasp in pain. He was using his pointed nails to hold it. Then he whispered some words that I didn't understand and thrust the needle through. He followed by putting the small silvery ring through my nipple. He said a few words and the ends fused together, the metal becoming a complete circle. Then he chanted for a minute or so. I could see fiery symbols appear on the ring, but they faded quickly, leaving only a faint etching that could barely be seen. Then he repeated the process with the other nipple. I could tell that the words were different, but I had no idea what they meant.

The pain was excruciating, although in each case it faded while he was chanting. I was still left with a throbbing in each nipple, that, when combined with the small but very noticeable weight, would provide a constant reminder that I had once again been pierced without my permission.

"Thank you, Master, for the gifts," I said with a tinge of sarcasm. I hadn't wanted the rings, and I couldn't return them.

Master patted my head and said, "Your sarcasm would be dulled if you knew what the gift really was."

Intrigued, I asked, "Please, Master, forgive my sarcasm. If the gift is not the rings themselves, then what is it?"

"This one," he said, flicking the ring in my right nipple, “will prevent disease of any kind. You'll like that one, and you'll really appreciate it once you realize that it will drive off the bacteria that cause tooth decay and those responsible for the souring of your body odor."

"And this one," he said, flicking the ring in my left nipple, "will keep your hair from growing. You won't need to get repeated body waxing and haircuts. You will remain smooth and hairless, like most of your fans have requested. It surprised me, since I like a little body hair on a slave, but I think most of those who've responded think being hairless makes you resemble the total bitch you are."

His words were demeaning, but my cock seemed to like them. I was getting harder as he spoke. I had come to accept the fact that I was gay, that I'd only been pretending my whole life to be straight. It was this submissive part of myself, the part that wanted or needed to be controlled, demeaned, and humiliated, that was hard for me to accept. I knew it was there and I knew it was an integral part of me, but I didn't understand it. The only one I had to talk to about gay stuff was Simon and I was afraid he'd be disgusted by me if he found out who I really was.

"Get up and do all your homework for next week," Master said. "I don't know how much time you will have this weekend to work on it. If I'm not in the room, get dressed in whatever Buckwalder lays out for you and don't be late to class. If you finish your homework, these are the tasks permitted; you can research information you need to know about becoming a better gay bitch boy, you can work on your body or you can use your Grindr app to look for sex. You know the rules about what you can and can't do. Do not forget to mix your smoothie for breakfast and lunch. And if I still haven't given you different instructions, be back in my room no later than 4:00 p.m. with the door unlocked. Kneel in presentation position until I come to get you."

Master left me alone then. He seemed agitated about the deal he had to negotiate. I knew how much he hated it when he didn't "win" a deal. I sighed and made myself a smoothie with piss and added fiber. I tried to drink it quickly, so I wouldn’t have to taste it. I had nothing to wash it down with but more piss. And this is what my life had become. Could I possibly get any lower? Maybe, but I didn’t see how.

Master had set the next, larger sized, dildo on my chair, so I lubed it up, attached it to the seat and lowered myself on it to complete all my homework. It was a tight fit, but it wasn't painful – just distracting. WIth that fake cock up my ass, I felt full - and strangely fulfilled. My dick got hard and every little movement sent another thrill up my spine. If I moved just right, it made me feel like I had to pee, but the whole area from my taint to the tip of my cock felt a tingle.

When I was done, I opened the browser and started reading the websites I'd bookmarked. I was reading one on taking overly large cocks down your throat. I was bouncing slightly on the dildo, trying to hit that spot that felt so good. My cock was hard and the precum was pooling on the seat. And that was when I saw a text message pop up on my phone. I checked it, thinking it could be Master, but it wasn't. A chill spread down my spine. It was my oldest brother, Edward.

Edward: I saw your picture online at the Jock Bitch Boy website. I see that you're a fag now.

It was typical Edward. No hello or how's college going? Just blunt and straight to the point. His language was the same as it had been when we were growing up, but it bothered me now, and not just because it was directed at me. He’d always spoken bluntly to me. And he’d told me often enough, “Don’t be a fag.” But now, in addition to his blunt gruffness, I was suddenly finding myself disturbed by his use of the slur “fag”. I’d heard it all my life. Hearing it now, made me think of all the times I’d thrown it around. With one word he’d made me feel angry, guilty and like a total piece of shit.

Me: I've discovered that I'm gay. I always was. Please don't tell dad or anyone else.

Edward: My baby brother is a fag! I ALWAYS thought you were. I should have fucked you when you were at home. I'll keep your secret for now. But I'm coming to visit on Family Weekend. If you don't treat me right, I'll let everyone know and Dad will cut you off faster than you can swallow a load, faggot.

And then the name calling began and the threats. I had no doubt that he would follow through either. He was twelve years older than me, and he'd bullied me my entire life. And I'd been fool enough to love him and want to be like him. I would have done anything to make him respect me and accept me for who I was, but now I cringed when I read his words.

Me: Thank you, Edward. I really appreciate it.

Edward: Call me sir from now on. And send me a video begging for my cock.

What the fuck! This wasn't anything I'd ever wanted. The idea of sucking my brother’s dick, or even worse, taking it up my ass made me want to throw up. Brothers were supposed to be protectors and role models. They were supposed to be someone you could try to be like. And I’d been trying to be like Eddie for my whole life, until Nico taught me the error of my ways.

Being forced to suck my brother’s dick was worse than Nico making me suck any random guy who asked me. It was worse than him making me drink nothing but piss. And the most distressing part was that this fucking necklace around my neck meant that Eddie could order me to suck his dick, even order me to beg for it, and I would have no choice but to do it!

I didn’t deserve this. Nothing I did could possibly make this okay. I knew that I’d done some really bad things, some unforgivable things, but… did I deserve a lifetime of sexual slavery, and endless parade of cocks to service? And why the hell did it make my dick hard to think about it? What was wrong with me?

Eddie was the biggest bully in the family, and he hated gay people more than anyone, except maybe for Dad. I'd idolized him as a child. Maybe that was what had made me such a bad person. I was trying to be just like him. Now he would never look at me the same way he did before. I’d never be his baby brother again. Now I was just another cocksucking faggot. Setting aside for a moment how much I loved the feeling of a cock in my ass, I still craved his approval. I had no idea how to reconcile the gay man I was coming to understand I was with the image I’d crafted over the years, the one my family loved and my friends back home had respected.

Knowing I had no choice, I slid the chair back and started to take a video of myself. If I made it good enough, maybe he'd keep his promise. If he didn't, I might have to quit school. I hadn't earned any scholarships and I had no money except what my father gave me. I started bouncing on the dildo and made sure to catch it in the video, then I looked into the camera and said, "Please, Sir, let me suck your big cock."

I stuck three fingers in my mouth and started sucking on them. Then I pulled them out, allowing saliva to run down from my lips. "Please, Sir, I want to taste your manly cock and swallow your cum."

I focused the camera on the dildo stretching my hole. I had to use my other hand to lift my balls and my erect cock out of the way. I moaned, "This dildo feels so good, but I wish it was your big dick instead."

I pulled off the dildo. I wanted Edward to see that it was bigger than his own cock. Then I slid it back inside me with a loud groan. "I want you to fuck me hard, Sir!"

Then I looked into the camera and blew a kiss. He wanted faggy; so, I gave him faggy. I forced myself to rewatch the video once before sending it to Edward. I decided that the guy I saw on that video was definitely not the real me. I was still confused by this gay stuff. Could I be a guy who liked cock and still be “masculine”, and what the fuck did “masculine” even mean?

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(I’d had no idea that affecting such campy behavior was actually just a form of making fun of other gay guys. For those who’d done the hard work and had figured out who they were, my behavior could be not only offensive, but also damaging. I didn’t know it, but I was about to meet some fellow homos who weren’t as “traditionally masculine” as I was, which would change all that for me. Since realizing who I was, or who I might be… once I had started to be truly curious about my sexuality, I had used the behavior of the guys I had beaten when I was younger as an example for how I should present myself to the world, only making it more extreme. I thought that was how you were supposed to act if you were gay. But I was soon to discover that it was no better than when some guys wave their hands around and put on a fake lisp to make fun of people they think are gay. I couldn’t understand at the time that it took more courage for them to be who they were than I could ever have guessed at. I can see so clearly, looking back, that what I needed was to find that courage inside myself so I could become as proud of who I was as they were. And these new friends would help me get there.)

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I’d either given him the proof he needed to ruin me, or I’d made him happy enough to keep my secret for a while longer. I texted Master with a long description of what had just happened. I didn't know if he would care, but he owned me, and I thought he should know.

I went back to the research, but I didn't get a lot done. I got another text from Edward, saying You are such a fag! I wish I'd known.

Did that mean that Edward would have wanted to fuck me when we were younger? He was twelve years older than me. Was that kinky or was it disgusting? I didn't know. So, what did I know? I couldn’t deny I was turned on by the idea of getting fucked by my brother, but I also wanted to throw up at the same time. What did that make me? I wished I had someone I could talk to about these things, someone who could understand me and not make too many judgements.

And why was he on the Jock Bitch Boy page anyway? I quickly did a search for my own name. Nothing showed up except for my Facebook page. I went to Jock Bitch Boy and found myself on the front page. It gave my name as Kyle M. All the pictures I'd taken were there, so were the videos from my two sessions with Matt, the CBT video and the one with the whole nerd squad. There was also a page for a Chrissy T. Although he wore a mask, unlike me, I could tell that it was Matt's roommate, Chris. He was getting some hard use too, but only with Matt. I couldn't see the full video or the uncensored pictures because the site had a subscription fee of $9.99 a month or an annual fee of $100. Someone, probably Matt, was making money off these pictures. He promised to add more "real college students" soon.

I got another text. It wasn't from Edward this time. It was from Terrence Green. He asked if I was available at 10:30. I said yes and he told me to come to his dorm, but to wear something less gay. I texted Dom and told him about the order. I was in some distress because I had to follow every order given to me, but I couldn't comply with this one because I didn't own anything that didn't make me look super gay.

Dom told me not to worry about Eddie. He was going to take care of it. And he told me to ask Buckwalder for something appropriate. When I did, he appeared holding a pair of gray sweat shorts and a plain white t-shirt. He didn't give me a jock. I guess he thought I didn't need one since the shorts weren't short enough to be indecent. I had a little more time before I had to go. My erection was painfully obvious, tenting the front of my sweat shorts. Terrence was the first of my gay sex partners whom I'd picked because I wanted him, and I'd been hoping that he would call me. I chuckled a bit. What would my past-self think about me impatiently waiting for Terrence's booty call?

I mixed up a smoothie for lunch according to Dom's instructions, then packed my bag and went out the door. I hoped that Terrence kept me busy until time for my lab class because I didn't want to have to change clothes. I thought I looked hot right now, without looking like a total slut. I ignored the soreness in my legs and jogged over to Terrence's dorm. Isn’t this how girls are supposed to feel? All nervous about a date with a boy she liked?

In this outfit, no one gave me much notice apart from some appraising looks that told me they liked what they saw. I wasn't sure if Terrence's dorm was reserved for athletes, but all the students I saw looked tall, fit, and muscular. He was on the second floor, not too far from the central stairway. When I knocked, he let me in right away. From the arrangement of the furniture, I could see that he had a roommate, but he wasn't there right now.

After shutting the door, Terrence turned to me and explained, "My roommate left early today to spend the weekend with his girlfriend in Columbus, and my girlfriend thinks I'm busy working on a paper until 1:00, so we've got some time to kill."

He walked over and turned on some music, not too loud, but loud enough to mask any noises that could arise. I was standing around nervously because I wasn't used to wearing clothes inside a dorm room and I didn't know if I should be taking mine off. Terrance came up to me and looked down at my hardon tenting my shorts. "You are happy to see me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I've been hoping you would give me a call."

His large hand touched the head of my dick through my shorts. "I can tell," he smiled. "No pictures today, right?"

"No, Sir," I said.

"Damn, you are one polite little white boy," he said, running his hand up my side, stroking my muscles through the t-shirt.

"Yes, Sir," I said again. "My master expects me to be polite to all men. And I'm supposed to tell you that there are things I'm not allowed to do."

"Okay," he said. "Let's hear it."

"I'm not allowed to stroke my cock, and I can't let anyone else stroke it for me," I explained. "I'm also not allowed to rub it or stick it inside anyone."

"Does your master ever allow you to cum, boy?" he asked, with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Sir," I said, blushing a little. "I can cum if it happens naturally while I'm being fucked, or my ass is being played with."

Terrence pulled me over to the bed and we sat side by side. He wrapped an arm around me. It felt good. Even though I was six foot two inches tall, Terrence made me feel small. He was about half a foot taller than me, although I was more muscular than he was. He turned my head toward him and kissed my lips. My cock was really leaking at that point.

"Don't worry, white boy," he said. "I won't break your master's rules. I'm not interested in sucking cock or getting fucked. So, you're the perfect guy for me right now. Although I am going to see if I can make you cum by fucking you. I didn't know that was possible."

Then he pulled my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. I kicked my shoes off and he pushed me back on the bed wearing only my shorts. He lay down beside me and ran his hand down my smooth chest, pausing for a moment to examine my nipple rings.

"You shaved since I last time I fucked you," he said. He slid one hand inside my shorts to feel my bald crotch and then moved his hand down to touch my ass. "Wow, you shaved it all off."

He pulled my shorts off, exposing my hairless cock and balls. He lifted one of my legs and ran a finger along my hairless crack. "I like it. This is sexy as fuck!" he said. "It's like the best of both worlds. You're muscular and firm like a guy, but soft and silky smooth like a girl. I'll be fucking you a lot. If it's okay with you, that is? I'm not into using force."

I blushed from head to toe at that last comment. I was glad he seemed to be a nice guy, but I wondered if he'd treat me differently if he knew that I was a rapist. I said, "My master has made me suck a lot of cocks and has let a lot of guys fuck me, but you were the first one I ever chose for myself. The first guy I wanted to fuck me. I even thought I was straight at the time."

"Dude, you were never straight," he said. "It's not just the way you dress. It's the way you look at people and the way you move. This ass is screaming to get fucked. I'm surprised you didn't have them lined up at your high school waiting to get inside this butt."

"You're right, Sir," I gasped. His finger had just touched my hole, still puffy from all that bouncing around on the dildo earlier. "I was never straight, but I thought I was."

Terrence let go of my leg and looked into my eyes, shaking his head slowly. "I've been with guys before, mostly white guys, because they're the ones who keep throwing themselves at me, but none as buff as you are. Seeing your white body looking all smooth and muscly here makes me want to do this right."

He lay down beside me and kissed my lips. I opened and let him in. His own lips were fuller than mine, and soft. I wanted this so much. I'd kissed girls because it was expected, but of all the guys I'd been with, only Philip, and now Terrence, had kissed me. And, holy fuck, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

One of his hands slid down my body. He took my cock in his hand and squeezed it, just once or twice, then he slid in under my balls to play with my ass again. I was already slick from riding my dildo earlier, and I always lubed my ass before leaving the room, so I was more than ready. His finger slipped inside me with no trouble. I started moaning against his lips.

"Damn, boy. You are ready for it, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir!" I said, wiggling my butt around on his finger.

"I'm going to fuck you on your back because I want to see you while I'm pounding your ass," he said, moving between my legs. He pushed them up against my chest and prodded my hole with three fingers. They slid inside without much resistance.

"Your ass looks like it's had a workout already this morning," he noted.

"I've been riding a dildo for a couple of hours, Sir. I've never been more ready," I said.

Terrence's cock was a couple inches smaller than Matt's truncheon, but it was still about eight inches. As relaxed as I was, it still took some effort to get him inside me, but it wasn't long before his pubes were rubbing against my smooth ass.

"Oh, my fucking god!" I shouted. "That feels amazing. You've got all eight inches of your beautiful cock inside me."

Terrence smiled and said, "Your ass is tight and warm, despite all the stretching you've given it this morning. I'm not going to last long."

"Cum inside me, Sir," I said, licking my lips. "I want to feel you inside me this time."

He fucked me hard. I loved this position because he was hitting my prostate on every thrust. I wasn't going to last long either. I was already oozing cum, and I could feel my shaft filling more with each stroke. Every punch on my prostate was sending a wave of pleasure crashing through my body. My skin felt tight and hot, and my breath was raspy. Then it happened. My cock contracted then spewed cum so hard that the first load hit my face.

"You are the best ass-fucker in the world!" I said, and at the time I certainly believed it. My ass was contracting so hard that it was chewing on his cock.

His eyes flew open, and he said, "Milk it, boy. Your ass is sucking my cock like it's trying to give me a blowjob. It’s tighter than any pussy I’ve ever been in."

Then he released a deep, resonant groan. He hugged my legs to his chest and shoved his cock as far inside me as it would go. I could feel his hips pushing against me and his legs buckling. Then he collapsed beside me on the bed. He touched the glob of cum clinging to my lip, then he pulled his finger to his lips and tentatively tasted it. Then he popped the whole finger inside and sucked it clean.

"I've never tasted cum before, not even my own," he said. Then his finger scooped more off my chest and put it in his mouth. "I expected it to be gross, but it's not that bad. If your master didn't forbid it, I think I might want to suck your cock now, so long as no one ever found out about it."

He used his finger to clean more of the cum off the head and he popped it in his mouth. When he was done, I said, "My turn now."

I slid down between his legs and licked the pools of cum that had collected in his pubes. Then I licked the outside of his shaft, working my way up to the head. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, then swallowed just the head of his cock and sucked it gently until it was clean.

He gestured for me to climb back into his arms, and we cuddled on the bed, kissing, and stroking one another. Terrence kissed my lips hard enough to hurt a little. "Did you really think you were straight?" he asked.

"I did," I said. "I didn't think it was possible to be anything else. My dad and brothers had always hated gays, and I was raised to hate them too. I pretended to like girls and took my frustration out on them when I didn't get excited. That changed when I became a slave. My master stripped away all the lies I'd told myself over the years and made me understand who I really am."

"I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone, but I think about hot guys when I'm with a girl too. I have to or I don't get hard enough to... well, fuck her. If it wouldn't destroy my mama, I'd say fuck it and find me a handsome jock, someone like you, and then I wouldn't have to pretend anymore."

There was nothing I could say to that. I knew where he was coming from. My own life felt like it was about to end now that my brother knew about me. "I wish I could help you, Sir," I said. "My brother just found out and I'm afraid Dad's going to cut me out of the family when he hears about it. He already blames me for killing my mom in childbirth. I'll be lucky if all he does is disown me."

We lay there kissing and cuddling until we both got hard again. "Would you like to fuck me again, Sir?"

"Do you want me to fuck you again, boy?" he asked in return.

I didn't hesitate for a moment. "Yes, Sir," I said. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

We made love again. It was more than fucking. I could feel him inside me, and I felt like our bodies were in tune with one another. It was beautiful, like we were a pair of lovers instead of a slutty slave and a gorgeous jock who was too afraid to come out of the closet.

We were cleaning each other up after our second session when the door opened, and a man walked in. He was about six foot four inches tall, and he was broader through the shoulders than I was. He must've been carrying 270 pounds or so of solid muscle. His skin was dark brown, and his features were full and powerful, like an African warrior, come to life. His medium length black hair hung in dreadlocks.

Terrence jumped up and said, "Shit! Elijah, didn't I lock the door?"

Elijah came into the room and shut the door behind him. "Did it look locked to you?

Terrence was trying to put on pants, and I was trying to be invisible. Elijah looked amused. "Don't even try to tell me that this isn't what it looks like," he said with a rich sonorous voice, "unless you can honestly say you weren't fucking this white boy."

Terrence finished pulling his pants up and threw me my shorts. I started to put them on, but Elijah said, "Keep your white ass naked, boy. I came over here to check out the merchandise anyway."

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground in front of him. "Kneel, boy," he said.

I scrambled over and knelt next to him with my knees spread, my back straight and my hands locked behind my head. My chest was flexed and taut. He used his shoe to tap on the bottom of my nutsack and my cock sprang to erection.

Terrence was muttering something down low, but Elijah interrupted him. "I hope you don't think I care that you're fucking this white boy. He's fine looking, and I plan on fucking him tonight myself. His master owes me a favor and we're working out the details. I've been trying to get him to sell me the boy outright ever since I heard who he was. Is he a good fuck?"

Terrence seemed to have put his embarrassment aside. I imagined he was almost relieved that someone knew his secret, someone he felt he could trust. "His ass is better than any pussy I've ever had," he said, ruffling my hair.

Elijah laughed at that. "He's a gay boy. His ass is his pussy. But in my opinion, boy pussy is better than any other kind."

He walked over and put his foot a few feet in front of me and said, "Put your nose here and your ass in the air, slave."

I pressed my face to the floor next to his foot and lifted my ass into the air. Elijah walked around and shoved three fingers into my hole without hesitation or ceremony. He wiggled them around and stretched me a little. "Squeeze my fingers with your ass lips, slave," he said.

I clamped down as hard as I could, relaxed and did it again. "Not bad," he said. "The guys are going to enjoy this jock bitch tonight."

The guys? I thought. What did Elijah have planned?

"So, you know Kyle's master?" Terrence asked.

Elijah replied, "We went to school together. When I gave him my offer, he told me where to find his slave so I could check him out. What this gay boy doesn't realize is that I know him already too. His daddy owns a lot of things back home in Kentucky. My younger brother was two years ahead of this racist bitch all through school. He and his brothers have made life miserable for a lot of folks. And his daddy's radio stations have given a platform to every white supremacist in the state."

I couldn't let this go without comment. "I'm not a racist, Sir!" I protested. "I've got nothing against black people. I like black people."

"That's not what I heard, but that's neither here nor there. The fact is that the guys are going to enjoy getting familiar with Pappy Mason's youngest boy," he said, pushing harder into my ass. "And so long as I'm in the room, you don't talk unless spoken to. Your mouth is for sucking cock, not speaking."

This guy was scaring me. He had gone to school with my master, so he had to be a magician of one kind or another. And he seemed to hate me for my family. I admitted silently to myself that I had been a little racist back then, but I didn't know any better. I wasn't like that anymore. I couldn't explain, I couldn't protest, not even to Terrence. I didn't want him to think I was a racist. I liked him a lot, and I thought he liked me.

Elijah kept fingering my ass while he talked to Terrence. Apparently, he was a wrestler as an undergraduate and now he helped scholar athletes and made sure they had what they needed to succeed. He also helped minority students adjust to college. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and wiped them across my butt. He didn't bother to say anything to me before leaving.

"Get up here and sit next to me," Terrence said.

I got up and sat down. My eyes were watering, so I hung my head low in embarrassment. I wanted to crawl under the bed and disappear. Terrence put his long arms around me. No one ever made me feel small and protected until him. Edward was taller than me, but my dad was shorter. My other brothers were about my height, and not one of them had ever held me and comforted me like this that I could remember.

"Is it true?" he asked me.

"About me or my dad?" I asked in return, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"Both. Just tell me.” I couldn't tell if he was angry or not.

I replied in a very quiet voice. "My dad is a bigot, a racist, a homophobe, and a misogynist. I didn't know that growing up, so I repeated a lot of things I heard him say around the house. I have two older brothers and two older sisters, all of whom parroted whatever Dad said. All his friends said the same kind of things. I didn't know any better. Until I came here, I never had the opportunity to learn better.

"No! Let me correct that. I never had any reason to try to learn better. It wasn't until I was forced to accept my own gayness that I began to see how wrong I'd been. But I'm not a racist. You were the first man I ever wanted to have sex with. And the closest person I have to a friend is a black guy. I don't know many people here, but until Elijah, every black guy I met has been good to me. But if you are asking about things from the past, yeah, I was a racist then. I was also an idiot."

Terrence kissed the side of my head. "If you say you're not a racist now, I'm going to judge you only on things going forward. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt."

I broke down and started to cry, and then the most amazing thing happened, Terrence didn't make fun of me. He didn't tell me to man up like my dad and brothers had done my entire life; he held me tighter and kissed my head. He held me until I stopped crying, which must have taken fifteen or twenty minutes at least.

"Hey," he said, turning my face up and kissing me again. "I know I told you not to text me, that I'd text you. Forget about that, now. You say you don't have any friends. Well, you do. Text me with anything, and I'll get back to you. And if your master will let you dress a little less flamboyant, we can hang out sometimes. I... I can't come out of the closet yet. I may never be able to do it, but I do want to see you again and maybe not just for sex. Maybe we can just hang out."

"Thank you, Sir," I said. "I really appreciate you. If Elijah comes to you with stories about things I said or did when I was younger, they're probably true. But that's not me anymore; I swear it isn't."

Terrence looked at me with concern in his eyes. "How old are you?" he asked, like he was looking beyond my height and muscles for the first time.

"I just turned 19 at the end of August," I replied.

"Damn! I'm only two years older than you, but those are important years," he said. "I think people see your height and your muscles and think you're older than you are, and then they hold you to a higher standard because of it. With that scruffy beard gone and that shaggy mess on your head cleaned up, you don't look older anymore. I'm going to remind Elijah that you're just an overgrown kid and he should remember that. I don't know if he'll care or not, but I'll tell him. And if he doesn't listen, I'll thump him one."

**********

Fridays at Severan College were reserved for labs, studios, and practicums. And I was lucky enough to have only one lab. I arrived at the biology lab a few minutes early and was working on setting up my notebook with the details of the lesson, since the materials, overview and procedure were available on the class website. While I was finishing up, a short guy with light skin and short brown hair came in and sat at my table. He dropped his pencil while unpacking and said, "Pick that up for me."

Without thinking or hesitating, I knelt, picked it up and handed it to him. "Thank you," he said.

I went back to getting everything set up. The young man saw what I was doing, and he held out his hand. "Let me have that," he said.

I handed my lab notebook to him and pulled out the spare I had and started working in it. I was beginning to get annoyed. The guy opened his own lab notebook and started copying down my notes. He was abrupt and demanding, and rude as hell, but he hadn't been trying to steal my work. He'd just wanted to look at it.

"When you're done with my notebook, I'd like to..."

"Be quiet for one minute," he interjected. I couldn't make any noise. I could try to talk, but no noise would come out. I was staring at him, wondering if he were another elf or something. And that’s when I noticed the wand that he was wearing in an honest to goodness holster around his waist.

He looked up at me and saw me staring at his wand, and that I was trying to talk, but unable to make a sound. "You have to do what I say, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," I said as soon as the minute was up.

He smiled and said, "I could make you do anything I want, couldn't I?"

"Yes, Sir, you could," I sighed.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm rude and unobservant, but I'm not an ass. I won't make you do anything. I'll be careful to ask nicely in the future."

"Thank you, sir," I said. "I appreciate that. If there's anything I could do for you, just ask."

"I'd ask for a kiss, but that would be creepy, knowing what I know about your… curse?" he said. He had a question in his voice like he wasn’t sure about something. And he’d hesitated before saying the word “curse” like he was trying to watch his words carefully.

“My curse, Sir?”

He stared at me for a moment, as if he was thinking what he should say. Finally, he spoke. “In Latin we call it a maledictum. The best English word is curse. It refers to a magical spell or effect that is disadvantageous and can’t be removed by easy means.” He gave a wry smile and added, “My dad’s a newblood so I sometimes speak like a mundane.”

I didn’t know exactly what he was talking about, but this guy seemed more willing to just talk to me about the magical world than my master or Sebastian had been. And he seemed nice. I said, “Thank you, Sir. And if you want a kiss, you could just ask for one. It's only creepy if you order me to do it."

He looked up with a crooked smile and said, "I would love it if you'd kiss me."

I leaned over the table and pulled his face closer and kissed him gently on the lips. I didn’t care if anyone else was looking. They could just go ahead and get jealous. I refused to feel embarrassed by the fact that I was kissing a boy and I was the one making the choice to do so. He looked like he was too young to be here at college. He was cute in a dorky teen sort of way, and his eyes were overlarge, like one of those anime characters. It made him look kind of like an owl. "My name's Kyle," I said.

"I'm Oliver Rankin," he said. Then he whispered, "Mage. I can tell that you can see the real word from the way you were eyeing my wand earlier, but who are you? You’re not a mage or I would have met you already. Are you a versipellis?"

“Versawhatsis?”

He gave me a look that may have been just a little condescending. “A versipellis… a were-person… a person with an animal spirit that possesses them sometimes?”

I knew about were-wolves. I knew more than I cared to know about were-fucking-wolves. I shook my head. “No, sir. Not a werewolf. I’m Kyle Mason.” Then I whispered, "Slave."

His eyes got wide, and he grew pale. "You're the rapist," he said.

My shoulders slumped. That's who I was, the rapist. I was about to move to a different table, so Oliver wouldn't be freaked out sitting next to me. It was entirely my fault, but I hated the fact that I was going to be scaring little gay boys for the next four years. Maybe it would be better if Dad did cut me off and I had to leave school.

Oliver was waving his hand in front of my face. "As I was saying… I heard you were drugged," he said. "Not on purpose, but my friend Micah heard Daddy Werewolf say that the redheaded boy was giving off magic pheromones. I believe it because the guy I was dancing with got aggressive real fast and ripped my shirt open and started chewing on my nipples right in the middle of the dance floor. It was... intense.”

“And your friends… um… Michael and Cameron?

Oliver laughed quietly. “It’s Micah and Cameron. Well, Micah is kind of submissive, not just quiet and reserved, like I get in social situations, but really into being bossed around. Cameron, on the other hand, is a lot more… ‘manly’ isn’t really the word I’m looking for, but it will do. He’s more self-assured when it comes to talking to people and getting what he wants.”

He sighed and then tentatively said, “I can’t give you too many details about their encounter because it’s not my story to tell, but they had a very hot experience of their own with a pair of very sexy mundane twins.”

I asked, "But how did it affect you guys? Did it make you do anything that you wouldn’t ordinarily do?"

He nodded. “Of course. I’m not the kind of guy who normally lets someone rip my clothes off in public. I’m not really interested in public sex. And Cameron is… well, he’s really into Micah. I was a little surprised he didn’t just focus on him when he was affected. Something must have held him back. And I never knew him to hook up with anyone but me and Micah.”

He blushed a little at that thought, like he may have said something he wished he hadn’t. He shook his head and said, “For some reason I’m telling you things I wouldn’t normally tell someone I just met. It’s like you’re giving off ‘friendly vibes’ or something.”

That surprised me in a way that made me feel really good. Given what he knew about me, he still thought I gave off “good vibes”. My heart felt warm. I was really beginning to like this weird little guy. I nodded. “Thank you. Most people have told me that I give off surly and unfriendly vibes, at least until I… um… got here.”

What I wanted to say was “until I met Nico”, but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to tell people exactly what he was doing to me, and frankly I was embarrassed about a lot of it.

I was intensely curious about this poisonous pheromone idea, so I pressed on. “So, what you’re saying is, mages and people like me were all affected by Kieran’s pheromones.”

Oliver shook his head. “Not just mages and mundanes. Micah told me that he heard Daddy Werewolf say that he almost lost it himself. After throwing you off… Kieran. He had to force himself not to kill you."

This story wasn't helping me as much as I thought it would. "Did the guy who was biting your nipples have sex with you?" I asked.

"No. I gave him a handjob, though, after I explained that I hadn't done it yet and that I was saving it for someone special."

"What about Cameron and Micah?" I asked.

"No. Cameron told me there was a lot of grinding going on, but it didn’t go any further. And after the dance, we were all sort of horny when we got back to the dorm and…” he stopped and bit his bottom lip then said, “...I’m not going to tell you what happened when we got back.”

I had some idea from the look on his face, but I didn’t really need to know. And besides, none of this answered the question that was on my mind. I gave a resigned sigh and said, "None of the other guys raped anyone, Oliver. Just me. And I'll never be able to undo what I’ve done."

"Hey," Oliver said, "I'll make the first gesture. I'm not going to order you not to hurt me. I'm going to trust you until you show me you can't be trusted. And you prepared for class better than I did, so I'm going to beg you to work with me in lab for the rest of the semester, at least. I know that I'm a smart guy, smarter than you probably, but you are way more organized than I am."

Shortly after that strange introduction, the TA came in and we started class. It was a beginning lab class, and it was all about lab procedures. We did a single experiment at the end that was all about the observations. Class only lasted a bit more than an hour. While working together, I noticed that Oliver wasn't joking about being rude. He seemed to miss a lot of social and conversational cues. I didn't think he meant anything by it. He was a weird kid, however.

He did, however, notice when I was struggling to obey an unintentional command he’d given. While not being too obvious, he got my attention, looked me square in the eye and said, "When you're with me, you will ignore the commands given by anyone other than your master, unless I start the sentence with Kyle Mason I am commanding you to…"

"Thank you, Sir," I whispered back to him.

**********

After class, I went back to the room to eat a late lunch alone. I didn't want anyone to smell the piss in my smoothie. And, for once, I used the time productively to reflect on my first week in college. I had made four friends so far: Terrence, Simon, Philip, and Oliver. That wasn't bad, given my record. I wasn't happy about being a slave to an elf who, best as I could tell, didn't even have human feelings. I was sure that I wouldn't have stopped lying to myself about who I was if he hadn't enslaved me. And if I hadn't been forced to question my beliefs, I would probably have still been the same bad person I always had been.

I had removed my clothing when I came in because I was required to be naked in Nico’s room. Once I had nothing more to do, I put a pillow on the floor and knelt in the presentation position, as Master had called it. It was an hour or so before he would return. When he did arrive, I noticed his eyes flick towards me, registering that I was in the correct position, other than that he ignored me while he completed a few tasks.

When he was done, he sat in the chair and said, "I've worked out the details of a deal with Elijah. You will be serving him until dawn. While he holds you in his power, you will refer to him as Master, but he won't be able to change any of your orders from me. I have given him limits on what he can do, but you need to do what he says. He has broad latitude in disciplining you and I don't want you to invite extra punishment.

"You are going to have to serve as his slave in this same manner one weekend every month until I can secure him a replacement for your services. I have plans for that and I will tell you what I want you to know later. He knows you, but the way, and doesn't seem to like you."

Then he put one hand against my cheek. If it weren't Master, I would assume that it was a sign of affection. "He's going to take you away from here while he has you," he explained, "but I saved some of your hair when you had it cut and I have made a talisman that will allow me to reach you instantly. No matter what he tells you, he will not cause you any permanent harm. You must trust me on this."

He gestured for me to get up, then said, "Stretch out your muscles. They must be hurting from all that kneeling."

While I was stretching, he said, "I've been considering the matter of your brother and the threat he represents to you. I will handle this problem as well. Keep doing whatever he asks of you and let me handle it. He may have to suffer greatly for threatening my property."

There was a knock on the door and Dom went to answer it. I wasn't surprised at all when Elijah walked in. Master discussed with Elijah the paper he'd been writing. It was the wording for a contract. They went through it point by point, whispering to ensure I couldn’t hear them. After they both agreed to it, Elijah walked over and attached a leather collar around my neck above the silver chain. It had large rings in it. Then he attached a leash to the collar.

"Time to go, Slave," he said.

"Yes, Master," I replied.

He led me over to the center of the room where there was clear floor space and pulled out his wand. He drew a circle around us with it and started chanting. After about a minute, the world faded to black and I fell through icy darkness. I couldn’t see, hear or feel anything. It was like total sensory deprivation. I may have tried to scream, but if I did, no one, not even myself, could hear it. A moment later, I collapsed to my knees on a carpet with a circle of strange sigils on it. I was so nauseous I thought I was going to vomit.

He walked out of the circle and pulled my leash so that I had no choice but to follow. I tried to stand, but he ordered, "Crawl on your knees, Slave. You won't be standing in my presence unless I order you to do so."

I crawled after him. He led me over to a different carpet and removed the leash. Then he said, "Kneel and present."

I knelt in the presentation position and looked around the room. It was filled with comfortable couches and chairs, and there was a bar against the wall with dozens of bottles. There were doors leading into other rooms, but this room had no windows. I remembered that I was naked, and that Elijah hadn't brought any clothes for me. I was... somewhere... and I had no clothes, phone, or identification.

Elijah sat in a chair and snapped his fingers until I looked at him. "I own you until dawn," he said. "And I intend to get full use out of you. The boys are going to enjoy using you too. You're special to us because of your family. My boys can't lay a finger on your father, but they're going to enjoy taking his sins out on you. You're going to pay for generations of racial violence perpetrated by your family."

I shuddered at his words, but my traitorous cock began to stiffen. He walked over to a cupboard and removed some items and brought them over to me. He held up a leather body harness and put it on me. Leather straps crossed my chest and attached to a wide leather belt. Then he attached leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Next came a large butt plug with a dog tail sticking out the back. He slid the plug inside my ass. The neck was narrow enough to hold it in place. Last he had a pair of dog ears that fit on top of my head.

"Tonight, you are our slave puppy. You will remain on your hands and knees unless we order you to get up. And you won't speak. You'll bark instead. And you'd better bark with enthusiasm, no matter what you're told to do. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master," I said. Elijah took his crop and smacked me hard across the back.

"Dogs don't speak!" he reiterated. "Do you understand me?"

"Woof!" I barked.

A bell rang in another room and Elijah said, "As each guest comes into the room, you will crawl over to them, bark happily and sniff their crotches."

A thin man with dark skin, dreadlocks and a goatee came into the room. Another white boy in a puppy outfit like mine crawled behind him on a leash. The boy looked like he was about my age, with a thin but muscular build and light brown hair. I crawled over and buried my face in the man's crotch and barked happily. The other pup crawled over to Master Elijah and did the same. Then the pup came over to me and started sniffing my butt and licking around the butt plug. When he was done, Master Elijah kicked me gently and said, “Go ahead pup Kyle, get your nose in there and greet your fellow pup.” Like me, the other pup had an erect cock on the large end of average. He wasn't wearing nipple rings or earrings like I was, but both our cocks were clearly very excited.

Master Elijah got drinks for himself and his guest, then the two of them took dildos and used them to play fetch with us two pups while they talked. I thought this was weird, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. On some level, I think I really enjoyed it. The other pup was sort of cute.

The next guest to arrive was my height and seemed muscular like me. He had light brown skin, and brown curly hair. He had a white boy with him as well, a small guy only about five foot five and probably not weighing more than 115 pounds or so. He had pale blond hair that hung past his shoulders and his body was hairless like mine. His skin was so pale that it didn't look like he ever got any sun. When he came in, he was wearing a trench coat, but underneath it he wore long pink stockings and a pink bow tie. He had the smallest penis I had ever seen, and it was covered in a tiny pink cage attached with pink ribbons to tie it in place. Both us pups crawled over to sniff the guest's crotch and then we licked the girly boy's butt and tickled his hole.

While we pups played on the floor, the girly boy sat demurely on his master's lap. The black men talked among themselves and ignored us except for the dildo fetch game. It was the oddest social gathering I'd ever been to.

More guests arrived, including many who came without their own white boy slave. I saw one short and slightly built black man with lighter skin arrive being carried in a chair. It was held aloft by two incredibly muscular white guys with bald heads and shaved bodies wearing leather jockstraps. Both men dutifully attended their master. They were probably in their mid-forties, with strong mature features.

One guest arrived with a younger black man, who must have been his son. Each of them had a slave to attend them. The father had a muscular white man with large rings in his nipples and a metal mesh jockstrap. The oldest son, maybe my age or a little older, had a very pretty white boy who looked about 18 years old with bright blue eyes and black hair. He wore only jewelry, a silver collar, earrings, large nipple rings, a ring through his septum and a ring through the head of his penis.

As the evening wore on, more guests arrived with their slave boys. There were boys with bunny ears and butt plugs with little white bunny tails on them. Two dark-skinned men who looked like twins were accompanied by a set of twin boys who didn't appear to have been more than sixteen or seventeen, who wore cat ears and had cat make-up on their faces. There were a few more pup boys as well, including one who was probably fifty years old.

At one point, a man showed up accompanied by a dozen boys with shaved bodies. Six of them were white guys; one was a slender but buff Asian with spiky hair; two were Latino guys who may have been related; and three were black guys, two with light skin and one with very dark skin. All were wearing very short shorts and nothing else, and all had voices that I would have called gay before I realized that gay guys came in many varieties.

When it was dinner time, the delicious smell of melted cheese and freshly baked dough filled the room as a couple dozen pizzas were laid out on tables by the late arriving boys in the shorts. Bowls of salad were put on the ground for the bunny boys. Some of the muscular white boys were given smoothies in what looked like large baby bottles with penis shaped nipples to drink out of. The girly white boy sat on his master's lap and ate small pieces of pizza, hand fed by his master. But the cat boys and us pups were brought dishes with dry cat or dog food in them. Our masters pissed in the bowls to moisten the food and then we were told to finish it all.

It tasted terrible. I didn't know which was worse, the crunchy dog food or those pieces that had been softened by absorbing Elijah's piss. I knew better than to waste a single morsel of food.

After dinner, Master Elijah called for everyone's attention. I was brought into the center of the room where a sling was set up. "This pup here is the guest of honor tonight," he said. "You may not recognize him, but this is the youngest son of Pappy Mason. You all know Pappy Mason Motors, and the Pappy Mason Radio Network, and some of you may have been lucky enough to have lived in a home rented from Pappy Mason. We all know what a racist son of a bitch he is. But Kyle Mason, his baby boy, is our bitch for the night.

"We're going to begin by laying him ass up across the sling so everyone can give him a swat with the paddle. This is a fundraiser to support our social club, gentlemen, so it's going to cost you $5 to swat his ass with the paddle. You can go through the line as many times as you want. But I'm only borrowing the slave from his owner, and you must restrict your swats to the butt only. And when I say it's done, it's done.

"There will be other events to follow so don't spend all your money on swats. In the meantime, enjoy the music and the beer."

I was put face down in the sling and the rings on my wrists, ankles and belt were attached to it so I couldn't move. Then the men started laughing and formed a line. I'd heard a lot of muttering while Elijah was talking about my father and his background. I couldn't describe every blow no matter how hard I tried. I know that I lost count. By the time Elijah ended the event, my ass was bright red, and it pulsed with a hot throbbing ache.

I could barely stand when I was released from the sling. A few adjustments were made to it, and I was attached again, this time on my back with my head hanging down and my arms and legs held in an upright position. A lube bottle with a nozzle was shoved up my ass and I was filled with enough lube that it was leaking out of my hole. Elijah got everyone's attention again.

"It's now time to open the next event," he said. "For $10 you can fuck his face, and for $20 you can fuck his ass. For $50 you can get your hand stamped and use him until the event is closed. It's worth every penny to prove that not only is Pappy Mason's son a whore, but he's a cheap whore!"

There were more than two dozen alpha members of the club present that night, and all of them paid for at least one blowjob and one fuck. Most of them paid for the evening pass. In the end I took 40-50 loads in my ass and the same amount in my mouth. I was dripping cum from both ends by the time Elijah released me and put me back on the ground on hands and knees. I was glad that I wasn't expected to walk. Elijah shoved an even thicker dog tail butt plug back into my ass and sent me around to each of the guests. I was expected to beg like a dog until they agreed to piss in my mouth.

This was the most humiliating thing I'd ever been forced to do. And Elijah warned me, "If any of the guests or I have cause to guess that you're not completely enthusiastic about your task, I'll beat you again and make you start over."

I was the only one being forced to grovel and beg for piss and abuse. In fact, for all the strangeness of this club, everyone seemed to be having fun. The pup boys were playing fetch or panting with their tongues out while their masters patted their heads or rubbed their sides. The little kitten boys were curled up on their masters' laps being stroked and teased. So were the bunny boys. The girly boy seemed to really enjoy being bounced on his master's lap, and his master's lips were constantly kissing him on the neck or the lips. Even the muscle boys, sitting on the floor holding onto their masters' legs seemed to be happy. The only ones working were the boys in the shorts, and I got the impression they were here as caterers and to provide service for those without their own boys.

Sometime after midnight, the party began to break up. I was led to the door to kiss the feet of each guest as they left. Some of them spat in my mouth before going. Of course, I swallowed it. Once the guests were gone, Master Elijah had me crawl after him to a large bedroom off the main room. He got naked and climbed into bed, then patted the mattress next to him and said, "Here boy. Here Kyle. Climb up into the bed."

I climbed up and crawled over to him. "I have a special treat for you boy," he said. "There's one more bone you haven't had tonight because I've been too busy making sure the guests were taken care of to take advantage of your talents.

He held his erection up and I pounced on it. It was a big and beautiful cock, nine inches long and more than three inches in diameter. It had very little taper and was like a thick cylinder across its entire length. I'd had so many cocks in my mouth that I knew one more wouldn't be a strain, even one more this big.

"Beg for it pup," Master Elijah demanded.

I sat up, lifted my arms in front of me and whined like a dog begging for a treat. "If you want it so bad, go ahead and suck it," he said.

I woofed a few times and licked it up one side and down another. Then I slid my mouth down over it and began to take him deep into my throat. "You like this, don't you, pup?" he asked.

I whined around the cock in my throat to show that the answer was yes. "You got soft near the end of your spanking, but before and after that you were hard as an iron bar. I know that I saw you shoot off at least twice and you're still dripping. I think your cock loves it when you're humiliated."

He came in my mouth and then held my head until he started pissing. I took it all without making a mess on the bed. "Come on up here now, Kyle," he said. "You don't have to be a pup anymore. I want to hold you in my arms while I sleep."

I crawled up and lay in the crook of his arm. He wasn't taller than me, but his body was more powerful than mine.

"Thank you, Master," I croaked. My throat had been rubbed raw from all the cock I'd swallowed.

"You should know that you have a good friend in Terrence," he said. "I had some much nastier things planned for you tonight: ball weights, alligator clips, sounding and more. But Terrence came close to threatening me, so I decided to keep it mild. Did you like everything we did tonight?"

"Spanking too hard master," I croaked.

"What about being a puppy?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I admitted with a blush. That was the strangest revelation I'd had all night. Being treated as a gay puppy had really turned me on.

"What about the sling?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I croaked. By the end, I was feeling proud of all the cocks I'd taken up my ass and down my throat.

"The dog food?" he asked.

"No, Master," I replied. I had hated the dog food. It was the worst thing about the evening.

"So, you like being a pup, but not eating like one. If you're my pup again, I'll make sure to give you something else in your doggy bowl. What about the piss drinking?" he asked.

"No, Master. Don't like piss," I said.

"Hmm. That's on your approved diet that Nico gave me. I'm surprised he insisted on it. He must be crueler than I am. If you were my slave, I would still insist you drink my piss, but I wouldn't have you serve the whole club."

"Master, may I ask you a question?” I asked, feeling emboldened.

“You may ask, slave, but I do not have to answer”.

“Thank you, Master. I was wondering, why don’t you and your friends like white guys?”

"You may have got that impression from the fact that they were so hard on you. That wasn't because you're white, but because of your family's racist history. No, I think you'll find that the members of my club like white guys very much. It's really the power dynamic that's the turn on. We have a few members who have black slaves. You saw Leon and his son? Well, Leon's oldest son isn't a master. He's a slave. But he and his master weren't here tonight.

"Trevor loves his little girly boy, Bella. They're going to get married next summer. And you saw the way Kayden and Jayden are with their kittens. Most of our members love white boys, but white boys come into this club only if they're owned by a black man. There are no white alphas because this is a safe space for gay black men. You'd be surprised how my gay brothers get treated in a lot of gay places. Or maybe you wouldn’t be, given your family history.

"Most of the members have white slaves because, for some reason, white boys seek us out to become our slaves. Personally, I love black guys, but my relationship with them is more equal. I wouldn't be opposed to having a black boy, if one presented himself, but my two boys are both white."

"Why are your boys not here tonight? I would have liked to meet them" I asked with a broken voice.

"Not tonight, not with you being disciplined for the sins of your father – something I think you'll find you liked, once you’ve had time to think about it. My boys are delicate little things, very pretty, but timid. I think they would have been distressed to see you being punished, even if you were enjoying it. I'll introduce you sometime. Kendal is a soft boy who dropped out of college because he hated it. He keeps house for me and has become quite the cook. He has the sweetest little cocklet. It's only three inches when hard. He likes to wear silky panties. Tristan is a little darker skinned, a light beige Filipino boy. He's taller than Kendal at five foot six, but he's just as slender. He graduates this year with a degree in English literature. He plans to stay with me and write books from home. He's already published some well received gay romance eBooks, which are very popular in the magical community. I'm very proud of them and I love them both."

"Sleep now, Kyle," he said. "You don't have anything to fear from me now. You’ve gone some way to helping my brothers and I feel compensated for your father’s treatment of us over the years. I'm not planning on stealing you away from your master, not really. I just wanted to see him sweat a little. Besides, he enjoys negotiation more if it's a challenge and I really made him work hard for this one. When I take you in the future, I'll try to introduce you to more kinky things you may enjoy."

He held me and stroked my back until I fell asleep.

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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 Alchemy & Songcraft 1, the first chapter in a new storyline that replaces both My Roommate the Alchemist and Wishcraft.

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