Elf Master

Concordium Chapter 28

Elf Master Chapter 5 

"Wake up, Slave," my master said, slapping my ass with his hand. I rolled out of bed. I was aching from my face to my thighs. I'd been hit 52 times last night by members of a pack of werewolves in town. Most of them had punched me in the abdomen, but some of them had punched my face or my thighs.

"Kneel, Slave," Master said, pushing me down to my knees. "Suck my cock."

I took hold of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. He was already hard. I slid him inside my mouth and began to suck, tightening my cheeks around his cock. His hand was tracing the bruises around my face.

I was waking up now that I was moving. I'd been up late last night and... I caught sight of the clock. It read 7:35. Dom had let me sleep an extra hour and a half. I still hadn't gotten enough sleep, but I had only an hour and half before my first class. I couldn't have gotten up any later and made it to class on time. Despite his callous exterior, Dom was taking care of me – except for letting the pack beat the crap out of me last night. Dom's cock was sliding down my throat, moving of its own volition, like a snake. I started to bite his cock, which I knew he enjoyed. I was angry so I bit him harder.

He reached down and stroked my shaggy hair then said, "I know you're angry. Go ahead and take it out on my cock. You won't cause any real damage."

I felt guilty and stopped trying to bite his dick in two. I went back to sucking and licking. Then I chewed gently, which always made him moan. I alternated back and forth. Dom let his hand slide down my face and then to my shoulders. He started massaging right where I needed it most.

"I didn't let them beat on you because I wanted to let you get beaten," he said. "If they'd caught you and dragged you out into those woods, they would have hurt you worse. Maybe they would have even killed you. They would have done it without Drew's knowledge because they knew he wouldn't approve. You have no idea how little control some of them have when the moon is waxing, and that's only two weeks away.

"Drew and I had a long conversation about it. I'd originally suggested Wednesday so that most of the pack would be weakened, but then I tried to delay it so that I could get you in better shape. When Drew and I made the plans, he told me that earlier was better and he told me his concerns. I thought he was probably embarrassed that he can't control the pack when they get their minds set on something. He wasn't completely forthcoming, but I could read between the lines."

I could feel him getting close. His cock stopped moving in my mouth and grew harder. I clamped my teeth firmly on his sinuous member and sucked hard, pulling my cheeks as tight as I could. He came in my mouth, and I swallowed his seed.

He looked deep into my eyes and said, "I debated with myself about assuming responsibility and making them fight me. I could have taken any of them in a fight one on one, except maybe for Darren. He'd been the only member of the pack to come properly armed to our contest. But they could have come after me as a pack. I couldn't take all of them at once, even if the moon weren't full. Then they would have owned you, as I've said before."

"I guess I should say thank you, Sir," I said, not exactly feeling grateful now, even though I understood his reasons logically.

He slapped my face gently and smirked at me. "You don't have to say thank you," he said. "It's my responsibility to take care of my property, even an ungrateful slave. Now get cleaned up, make your breakfast smoothie, grab your protein bars, and get to class. I don't have specific instructions for you today. It's a rest day for you until this evening. If you feel like it, you can suck cock and get fucked. You don't have to do it even if ordered by another man today. I want to know all the details, however, if you do decide to let a man use you."

"Thank you, Sir," I said. Maybe today would be a good day.

I jumped up and began my preparations. I mixed the smoothie according to the directions, but I used the urine from the jug instead of water. I chugged it down despite the taste. Then I showered, shaved my face, and brushed my teeth. While I was in the shower, I made sure to clean my ass out just in case. Maybe I would get fucked today, but it would be my choice. I examined myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. My face was bruised, and my lip was split. I couldn't help but remember that Simon still had the faded bruises of our encounter on his face, even though I'd slapped him instead of punching him. I also had bruises on my chest and my abdomen. One thigh had a deep blue back bruise on it where one of the guys had hit me three times in the same spot.

My clothes were laid out for me. I held up the jockstrap and noticed that the strap was embroidered with the phrase Kyle Mason, Owned Boy. It was the same logo that adorned all my plain shirts. My shorts today had been altered to ride lower on my hips so that the waistband would show above them.

I was looking at them and shaking my head. Dom said, "Buckwalder gets excited when he likes someone, and he's happy that you thanked him for his work. You wouldn't want to hurt his feelings, would you?"

"Thank you, Buckwalder," I said. "I appreciate your hard work." I wasn't happy about the advertising, but I didn't want to disappoint or insult the little guy. He appeared near me and put a hand on my knee. I put my hand on top of his head and smiled at him. He smiled shyly and then disappeared.

I put my clothes on and packed my bag. I was determined to enjoy this day since I had no tasks hanging over my head. I didn't even care that I looked like a jock slut in this outfit. The truth was that I did like cock. I liked sucking it; I liked the taste of cum; and I liked the feeling of a cock in my ass.

Most of my classes were in lecture halls this year. I preferred sitting in the back, so I took a seat in the final row. A guy in college sweats came in and sat next to me. He had dark brown hair cut short. He was clean shaven and had a strong jawline. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, probably six foot even and he had a solid build.

"You're braver than I am," he said, putting a hand on my thigh. "I'd be humiliated to be seen in that outfit, but I like it on you."

He stroked my thigh and edged his hand near my erection. I took his hand and moved it to my back, and I scooted forward a little in my seat. "No one touches my dick," I whispered, "but you can play with my ass if you want, Sir."

"Damn that's hot!" he said. "Lean forward so I can get at your hole."

I leaned forward and set my laptop on the back of the seat in front of me. There was no one in the next row of seats. The guy I'd just met let his hand slide inside my shorts and rubbed the crack of my ass. When he came to butt plug I always wore, he played with it, wiggling it and twisting it a little.

"Damn, Slut!" he whispered. "Can I take it out?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. No one could see us back here. Most of the class was near the front.

The guy pulled the plug out of my ass and set it on the seat to the other side of him. His fingers went back inside my shorts and quickly found my hole. They felt good playing inside me, and I let out a quiet moan.

"If I could, I'd be inside you right now, I would," he said. "I saw you on Tuesday and wanted to talk to you then. I want to play with your ass all during class, then I want to drag you down to the bathroom and fuck you in the stall, but if you're free at 3:00 we could go to my place and I could fuck you in the bed, instead."

His fingers felt good, and I wanted him now, but the idea of doing it in a bed instead of a bathroom stall was appealing. "I like the idea of going to your place, Sir," I said, grunting a little.

For the rest of the class, he played with my ass. I would have given him a hand job, but I needed to balance my laptop on the seat in front of me. The compulsion to pay attention in class and to take good notes hadn't abated in the slightest, despite this being a rest day for me. It was amazing to me that my mind was so focused now. I’d never been able to concentrate like this in the past. I didn’t know if it was physical or just the habit of not trying, but if it were physical… would Master’s words be able to correct that? In other words, was I ADD or was I just loaded down with bad habits. I didn’t know. Master was an elf and I’d never believed in magic before. Sure, sometimes when I was really young I used to respond to things that I heard people say and they would act like they’d never said it in the first place, but that had stopped before I ever went to school.

As class was ending, he worked the plug back into my ass. "Do you still want to get together at my place?" he asked.

"I think I would, Sir," I replied. "Where do you live?"

He gave me an address that was an apartment off campus. "Do you drive to campus or take the bus?" I asked.

"I take the bus," he said. "I'm on a direct route."

I put a hand on his arm and said, "Meet me at the parking lot behind my dorm, Sir, and I'll drive you home. I just have to check with my master first."

It was like a light went off in his head. He touched the words on my shirt. "Kyle Mason, Owned Boy," he said. "You have a master?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, typing furiously on my phone. "He likes me to have sex with other men. Do you still want to get together, knowing that I'm owned by another man?"

"Hell yeah!" he said. "Does he want to watch while I plow your ass?"

I kept texting and put a hand up to make him wait. "He says I can go, and he says that he will meet us there," I said. "And... Oh my God... he's asking for your name, and I can't believe I didn't even ask you. I'm Kyle Mason." I held out my hand to him.

"I know, dude, I read your underwear," he said. "My name is Philip Mertz."

We shook hands and made it a date.

I ran to my next class and got there early enough that I had some time to wait. I waited outside the building. It had one of the stops on the exercise course that ran around the campus, so I started doing the inclined sit ups described on the sign. Dom was right. I had to get rid of this gut. I was so caught up in the exercise that I didn't notice how far the t-shirt had fallen, exposing my entire abdomen.

I also didn't notice anyone was standing there until I heard someone say, "I'm sorry, Kyle."

I stopped exercising and rolled off the bench and stood up. Simon Carter was standing there, looking nervous. I said, "No need to apologize, Sir. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

Simon seemed really upset. He said, "I do owe you an apology. I didn't want the pack to do that to you. Neither did Drew. You didn't deserve that."

I put my arm on his shoulder and led him over to the bench. We sat down together. "I did deserve it, Sir," I said. "What I did to you was... unforgivable. And it wasn't the first time I'd done it."

"Andy was a freshman with hair so blond that it looked almost white. His eyes were light blue, and his skin was as pale as milk. I was a junior on the football team. Someone on the team made a joke about Andy staring at my ass and getting an erection. I cornered him in the park next to the school, and I shoved him up against a tree. He looked scared and I popped a boner. I punched him in the stomach, then slapped him around. He was the first. The more I hit him, the more excited I became. I didn't stop until I shot a load in my pants. He refused to tell his parents what happened, but he wouldn't go back to our school. His parents had to move him to a different one, just to get away from me," I said, barely holding back the tears.

I remembered every detail. Their faces and my own deeds haunted my dreams at night.

Simon looked horrified, and my voice was catching in my throat. "Later that same year," I said, "there was a kid named Tim. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He wore his hair a little too long, and he had one of those voices that was a little bit too high, and a little bit too gay. He worked at the mall selling pretzels at a booth. He was a little bigger than Andy had been. He was only four inches and about fifty pounds lighter than me. When I stopped to buy a pretzel for the girl I was seeing. She whispered a joke about Tim being into me. I sulked while we walked the mall. When I saw him walking into a bathroom, I followed him. He made the mistake of looking at my cock while we were both pissing at the urinals. I slammed him into the wall and punched him repeatedly. I didn't cum in the bathroom. I did that later when the girl was blowing my cock. I kept picturing Tim's face behind my closed eyes."

"Then...," I started to go on, but Simon stopped me and touched the tears at the corner of my eye.

"Don't," he said. "I get it. You did some horrible shit, but you said you're different now. I want to tell you that I'm going to forgive you for what you did to me."

I broke down and started crying for real. "You can't forgive me for Andy or Tim or Douglas or Jeremy or Donny or Sam. Don't tell me that I don't deserve what happened to me, Sir. I know what I am."

"Dammit, Kyle, I came here to apologize, not to get involved in your trauma." His words were cold, but his tone was… I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t tell whether he was sad or fatigued or just didn’t really know what to say, but I did know that he wasn’t trying to be mad. It was more like he was exasperated. He even whined a little when he said it.

He seemed distraught like there was something else that he didn’t want to say.

"Sorry, Sir," I said, rubbing the tears from my eyes.

"I wasn't finished," Simon said. "I didn't come here to get caught in your trauma, but I'm going to give you some advice Mom Chrissy gave me. You can't go back in time and change the past; you can just move forward from here. I can't forgive you on behalf of all those guys, but I can tell you that you can be better. Do you have anyone to talk to about all this?"

He gestured at my slutty outfit when he said all this. "No, Sir," I said. "I didn't come here with any friends, and I think all the gay guys in our dorm hate me, except for my master and he isn't really one to talk about feelings."

"So, you're coming out all at once, despite having been a self-hating homophobe most of your life," he said, "and you don't have anyone you can talk to. You must be going through hell. Give me your number, so you at least have me to talk to."

I gave him my number and he used it to text me, so I'd have his. "I can't believe you'd do this for me Simon," I said. "After everything I did to you, I can't believe that you're willing to talk to me at all, let alone share your advice, Sir. Was it hard for you to come out?"

Simon laughed. "I have two moms, dude," he said. "My moms knew I was gay before I knew what gay was. But I have known a lot of people who had a hard time with coming out. And I think I know a lot about being gay. I'm happy to listen to you and help you if I can. No one should have to do it on their own."

"Thanks, Sir," I said. "I don't know how to tell you how much this means to me. I've been trying to figure it out on my own and I don't know what the hell I'm doing."

Simon put his hand on my arm and led me into the building. "Come sit by me so you're not alone," he said.

The class went by quickly. Finally having someone who could be a friend was a good feeling. I swore that I wasn't going to do anything to mess this up. I could be a friend without trying to get sexual with him, no matter how sexy I thought he was with his brown skin and full lips and big brown eyes. He was smaller than me, and around the same age, but he knew who he was, and I was still trying to figure it out. I respected him, more than I respected myself, and I think I needed him.

Math was the last class of the day. It went by quickly, as I was now, finally, starting to enjoy learning, thanks to my master, and I had time to kill before I needed to meet up with Philip. I was free of sexual compulsions, probably because Dom had told me this was a rest day for me. I was going to text Simon to see if he was free, but I decided that our friendship was too new to risk seeming so needy. I texted Philip instead.

Me: I just wanted to see where you were. Since I've had my last class, I can pick you up when you're done.

Philip: I'm at the Student Rec Center. I work out this time every Tuesday and Thursday. Too much beer makes me fat.

Me: Do you mind if I join you? I need to get onto a good exercise program.

Phil: Meet me here. We can work out together.

Me: Be right there. I'll bring my car. We can leave from there.

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The rec center was the college exercise facility. It had a weight room, dozens of exercise bikes, treadmills and rowing machines, racquetball courts, an indoor running track and a pool in the basement. Phil was in the weight room. He gave me a smile and shook his head at my outfit. I hadn't changed since this morning.

I joined Philip and we started working out. My muscles were always sore because Dom made me work out most mornings, but not this morning. We chatted while we worked. Philip was from Ohio, not too far away from the college in Chillicothe, an hour or so west of where we were. He wasn't out at home, but he planned to come out sometime during college. He was a sophomore though and couldn't bring himself to do it last year. He was a communications major and planned to go into journalism.

I wondered if I had just found two friends in one day. I hoped so, and I hoped Dom would let me have friends.

After our workout, we jumped in my car to drive to Philip's place. He didn't live far from campus, and it was a straight shot along one of the bus routes. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment by himself. The complex was on the edge of town, separated from the woods by a broad field with picnic tables and grills. His apartment was on the ground floor.

"So, you like?" he asked, gesturing at the sparse furnishings. "I needed to get out of the dorms this year. It's quieter here, and I'm kind of a loner."

"Quiet is good, Sir," I said. I knelt on the floor at his feet and reached up to grasp the waistband of his sweats.

"We can take it a little slower," he said, pulling me up and kissing me. I was glad that I'd chewed some gum on the way, so I wouldn't have piss breath. I'd never kissed a guy before. It was different from kissing a girl. His mouth was firmer, and he was more aggressive. I liked it; I liked it a lot.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. Philip went and answered it.

 

Nico

Kyle was making progress faster than I'd expected. He'd already come to accept his sexual orientation. We still had to work on his subservience. My reading of him was that he needed someone to tell him what to do, otherwise he lapsed into laziness and other bad habits. Kyle needed to understand his desire to submit, what it was and where it came from. I wasn't going to sell him with the chain, because I didn't want to make another. In fact I had decided I wasn’t going to sell him at all, but I didn’t want him to know that. He had to escape servitude, not be given his freedom, or none of this would matter.

I was walking down the hallway of the dorm, preparing to walk to the home of this Philip Mertz. The name was familiar to me, but I couldn't place it. Suddenly my left foot caught, and I fell forward. My foot was attached to the floor. I had fallen in a strange position with my left foot flat on the floor and my body lying on its right side. If I were human, my ankle would have been wrenched out of its joint.

I forced myself up to a kneeling position, with one knee on the ground and the other bent at a right angle. I could feel something on the bottom of my left foot, holding me there. I examined it and saw nothing. I prodded around it and chanted a spell to dissolve magic under my breath. I saw Darren's little friend Benjy walking towards his room with his backpack.

"Benjy," I asked calmly, "could you do me a favor? I'll repay you of course."

"Sure," he said. "What do you need me to do and how will you repay me because I don't need money, not really, and I can't think of anything I don't have that I want."

I took a deep breath and replied, "I need you to go outside the building and look for a footprint with a nail in it. It will probably be near the building, and I need you to find it fast. Someone is probably going to come looking for me and I want to be able to move. And I can give you more than money. I'm a magician, and I will give you anything you ask for within reason. If I can do it without harming anyone, or taking time to craft a magical item, I will do it."

The boy looked at me, like he was skeptical of my words. "Darren says that you're an elf, not a magician, and he said that you were tricky, and I shouldn't make deals with you."

I sighed, "I'm an elf and a mage. And you only have to worry about getting tricked if you're the one giving me something. All I'm asking you to do is look for the footprint. Do your best and that's all. And I'm leaving myself open to you by promising you a favor without specifying what it is beforehand. That's because I need you. If I get caught like this, I can get hurt."

"Okay," he said. "I'll try, but it might be hard to find."

"It will smell like iron," I admitted. I hated giving clues to my weaknesses to anyone, but I was stuck, literally.

"I can't smell iron during the waning moon," he said, like it should have been obvious.

"Fine!" I said, losing my calm disposition for a moment. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him next to me and touched his forehead until I could feel his wolf spirit inside him. I pushed past his haphazard defenses as if they were tissue paper and made an adjustment. "Consider this a freebie. Now you can access your wolf's senses even on the new moon. Now go!"

When I released his wrist, he ran off. He looked scared, but at least he ran down the stairs instead of into his room. He brushed past another guy at the top of the stairwell. I became concerned, very concerned. No one else was in the hallway. It was the busiest time of the day for classes. I watched him, as he watched me.

Then two more guys came into the hallway. One of them clearly wasn't staying in the dorm. He must have been in his mid-thirties, with a beard. They had walking sticks with metal heads. I took a deep breath and smelled iron. This wasn't going to be pretty because I still couldn't move. They circled around me, careful to keep out of my reach, then one of them sprang forward and swung his cane at me, headfirst. I blocked it, but the second man took the opportunity to strike me in the back at the same time. I tried to dodge, but almost fell onto the floor because of my stuck foot.

Of course, I wasn't actually vulnerable to iron. That's a myth hunters use to make themselves feel safe, but iron hurts me as badly as it would anyone else, and I wasn't used to feeling pain. They smiled but made no noise. They could afford to break the velamen arcanum and I couldn't. I was sworn to the Concordium, and they were not.

The second one came at me again. I could see the cold hatred in his eyes. If his hatred could fly, I was certain it would leap the distance between us and end my life. I brushed his cane aside. I was expecting the other man to strike, and he didn't disappoint me. I didn't block his cane so much as I grabbed the shaft and pulled on it. He should have let go. That would have been the smart thing to do. He didn't. When I pulled him closer I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his head close enough for me to strike him with my own. I took his cane while he was dazed.

The man behind me landed a solid blow to my mid back. I shifted my grip from the first man's collar to his neck. I let my claws sink into the flesh. Then I twisted in time to parry the second man's blow with the cane I was holding. He was limited in his movements because the head was heavy and he could only damage me by swinging it like a club. But he was vulnerable, like all mundanes. Most people are affected by being stabbed in the face, I thought sarcastically. I used my teeth to pull the rubber cap off the end and thrust the metal point of the cane into my attacker's eye socket. I saw blood and knew that I’d quenched the hatred in that eye at least. He wouldn't be seeing anything from it either.

He staggered backward out of my reach. The man whose neck I was holding was trying to pull my fingers off his throat, but, like all humans, he was weak. The man with one eye was now scuttling warily around me, staying out of my reach until he got to the stairs. Then he and the watcher both disappeared from my sight.

I grabbed the man I was holding by the belt and let go of his throat. "If you answer my questions, I will let you live," I said, "and if you answer me completely and truthfully, I'll let you live out a natural lifespan."

His eyes were full of fear. I wondered what his superiors had told him to expect. The smell of urine coming from him told me that he knew he'd bitten off more than he could chew. "I'll talk," he said, his fingers touching the bloody spots on his neck.

"Promise to tell the whole truth in exchange for my allowing you to live a natural span of years," I said. "Use those words exactly."

He stammered, "I promise to tell the whole truth in exchange for you allowing me to live a natural span of years."

I could see the look of terror in his eyes as he felt the mental bonds settle upon his feeble little mind. I gave him my best predatory smile and said, "Who sent you to find me?"

"Reverend Norton," he said.

I pulled up his sleeve and saw the logo X22:18 tattooed on the inside of his upper forearm. "And where can I find Reverend Norton?" I asked.

"At the Motel 6, room 105," he said.

"Did he tell you what I am?" I asked.

"He said you were a demon in league with the witches," he replied.

"Does he know who leads the witches?" I asked.

"No, he doesn't. He thinks it’s the Chinaman," he said.

"Does he know about the werewolves?" I asked.

"He said that there were werewolves here, but he said not to mess with them. Someone else would take care of them," he replied.

"How many of your group are in town?" I asked.

"I only know of ten, but the reverend says there are more," he replied.

"Then I shall give you what I promised," I said. "You will live out a natural span of years, but you will do it as a fly."

I chanted in the most ancient form of elvish, the language still spoken by the awakened trees and spirits of the woods. I chanted until his form changed. He grew smaller, his skin turning black and hard, his eyes expanding to cover his face. When I finished the chant, he was no longer human. He was a small black fly. I released him and watched him fly away. He would live out a natural human span of years in that form unless something caught him and ate him first. For a fly, life hung by a precarious thread.

My foot was finally free. I called Buckwalder and told him to clean up the drops of blood before anyone could see them. I also handed him the cane and told him to clean it and to store it. Benjy had come back, and he was watching the brownie with curiosity. He held the nail out and dropped it into my hand.

"Thank you little friend," I said. "Do you know what you want?"

"Like a wish?" he asked.

I smiled at him and nodded. "Like a wish," I confirmed.

"I'm starting to get a burning rash when I use the cream to remove all my body hair," he said. "Can you make it so that I'll always look like a boy, and I won't have to shave or use the cream and I won't get wrinkly, and I won't get bigger, not even in the belly when I get older, but I don't want to be a boy, like I don't want to... I don't want to be too young to have sex with Daddy; I want to be able to do that, but I just want to look young and not have hair like men do."

"I know what you want, and I can do it," I said. "I must put an end clause on the spell in case you ever change your mind. Tell me something that you have no desire to do, so that you won't do it accidentally."

Benjy thought about it, and then he whispered, "I don't want to be a daddy. I just want to be a boy. So... I don't want to stick my penis inside another man because that would make me not a boy anymore."

The kid was confused, and I wasn't sure he wouldn't change his mind later, so I edited his wish for him. "You won't grow any hair below your eyebrows, and your body won't show normal signs of aging or maturation. I will fix the hormone imbalance that has kept you so small and frail because it can cause health problems later in life, but your body will still retain its current boyish shape and appearance. All these effects will end, if you ever willingly stick your penis inside another man's anus and spill your seed there. Do you willingly accept this spell?"

"Yes, sir, I do!" he said.

"Then it's done, little friend," I said.

He hugged me around the waist and said, "You're not so scary after all."

I watched him walk away and whispered, "Yes, I am, little pup, but you'll not see that side of me because I bound myself to watch out for you."

It was the same reason I had to make a deal with Alonzo in his favor. I had to look out for him and protect him from the bad things lurking out there, even from me. And that was the root of my dilemma with Kyle. Despite his adult build and his crimes, he was still just a young gay boy who lived under my protection. In the end, I was limited in what I could do with him as well.

I wrapped myself in invisibility and left the building. Outside, I turned myself into a crow and flew off. It was dangerous, I knew. If the hunters saw me flying and knew it was me, they could nail my shadow and cause me to fall, but I didn't think they'd be able to spot me while wrapped in the velamen arcanum. I flew to the address I was given and assumed my human disguise. Then I knocked on the door.

 

Kyle

"You must be the master," I heard Philip say. "Come on in."

Dom came into the room, he was saying, "Domenic Chase. My friends call me Nico, but my slave calls me Master or Dom."

"Do I call you Domenic or Nico?" Philip asked, closing the door.

"Whichever makes you more comfortable," Dom said. "I recognize you. Last year, you were in my dorm."

"I recognize you too," Philip said. "You're friends with the RA, Sebastian. I assume he's still in charge."

"He is," Dom said. "And I seem to recall that you had some trouble with some of the guys on our floor. You got into a scuffle with them in the woods a few times. That must not be a problem out here. You're near a different trailhead from the one by the college."

"Yes, it's quiet out here," Philip said. "I don't like trouble."

"Then we don't have a problem as long as you don't bite my slave," Dom said. "He told you I was coming to watch. Will that bother you?"

"Maybe not," Philip said. "Did I see you one night last year? Did you grab a wolf off me and throw it across a clearing, giving me time to climb a tree?"

"That was me," Dom said. "Drew took care of the troublemaker, you know. He left college the next week and hasn't been back to town since."

"You won't bother me," Philip said. "And I won't bite your slave, at least not when it counts."

Dom seemed satisfied at that. "Then why don't you two get started?" he said. "We only have an hour and half before Kyle's waxing appointment."

Philip moved us to the bedroom and Dom came in to watch us. Philip grabbed me again and kissed my lips. I liked the kissing. His hand moved to the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off my body. He kissed my neck and ran a hand over my pecs.

"What little hair you have here is going to be removed today?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said. "My master wants me smooth and hairless."

He knelt before me and pulled my shorts off, then my jock. "Are you going to let me play with this cock today?"

I started to answer, then realized he was talking to my master. Dom replied, "No. Kyle is new to being a bitch slave. He's still learning that he can get all the pleasure he needs from his jock pussy."

"Okay, I can live with that," he replied. Then to me he said, "Get on the bed, Kyle, on all fours."

I climbed onto the bed and waited on all fours. Philip climbed up behind me and pulled on the plug. He didn't just rip it out this time; he pulled it gently and then let it go so that my ass sucked it back inside me. He did this a few times, pulling out a little farther every time. I was gasping as he repeatedly stretched me and then allowed me to relax. Suddenly, he pulled back just enough that the plug slid out of my ass all together.

"God that feels good," I said. "Sir. That feels good, Sir."

"Just wait," he said. Then he kissed my asshole, right on the ring. He flicked it with his tongue and then ran his tongue around the ring.

"Fuck!" I shouted. "That feels so fucking good sir."

He grabbed my hips and began to drill my hole, thrusting in and out like he was fucking me with his tongue. It was the best feeling ever. I was hard as rock and leaking a steady stream of precum.

"That's a tasty ass you've got on you," he said. "Now turn over. I'm going to show you just how good it can feel to get fucked by someone who's trying to give you pleasure, instead of just seeking his own."

I rolled over. Philip was stripping off his clothes. His cock was a little bigger than mine, but probably no more than six inches. He pressed against my asshole and let the head rest there. "Tell me when you're ready," he said. "I mean when you feel no pain, just my presence at the entrance."

I relaxed and felt myself open a little. "I'm ready, Sir," I said.

He pushed in a little further, just far enough to get the head inside. I grimaced a little and he stopped. "There shouldn't be a lot of pain," he said. "I'm not so big that we can't do it without pain. Just relax until you're ready again."

"I don't get it, Sir," I said. "I've been stretched all day by that plug."

"Not really," he said. "It was narrow at the neck. They have to be, or they fly out of your ass at high speed when you least expect it."

"I can take the pain, Sir," I assured him. I'd been hurt almost every time I'd been fucked.

"It's not going to hurt with me," he said. "I want to make you feel good."

"Thank you, Sir," I replied. Philip was being nice to me. I didn't deserve it, but I was grateful anyway. "I'm ready, Sir."

He eased in a little farther. "I'm almost there now. Let me know when you're ready for the last thrust."

It only took a minute. "I'm ready, Sir."

He slid in and his pubes nestled against my ass. "Now we fuck," he said.

He pulled out most of the way, then slid back in. His hands were pushing my knees back against my chest. He began a steady fucking motion, expertly tapping my prostate on each thrust. My mouth was hanging open and I was breathing shallow forceful breaths.

"You're very handsome," Philip said, "masculine and sexy, with a square cut jaw and nice lips. I wanted to fuck you when I first saw you."

My heart was racing, and my cock was throbbing. I squeezed his cock with my ass, making him gasp in pleasure. "And you're very good at this, Sir," I cried out.

I was close. Philip wasn't punching my prostate with his cock; he was gently massaging it. I felt a warmth spread from my ass and slowly move through my body. When I came, it was like fire was running along the nerve endings of my entire body. My cock exploded. My ass spasmed, pushing Philip past the point of no return.

"I'm cumming!" I yelled and he joined me a moment later. When he slid out me, we lay side by side on the bed, making out. Dom sat in the chair watching us with his alien gaze, like he was assessing me, or assessing Philip, or assessing both of us. I never knew what was going on behind those eyes.

"It's time to shower and get yourself cleaned up, Slave," Dom announced. "Get in the shower quickly so we're not late for your waxing appointment."

"Yes, Master," I said, getting out of the bed and letting Philip show me the way to the bathroom.

I cleaned the cum and sweat off my body using Philip's shampoo and body wash. I worked as fast as I could because Master didn't like it when I wasted time. Philip had put a fresh towel in the room for me and I dried off quickly and went back into the living room naked. Philip eyed my naked body appreciatively and Dom pulled open the gym bag he'd brought with him and handed me a set of freshly laundered clothes. It was a simple white jock, a pair of gray sweat shorts and a tank top. These shorts had also been modified to ride low on my hips so that the band of the jock would be visible. The label Kyle Mason Owned Boy had been embroidered in the waistband. The tank top had been modified as well. It was shorter than it had been so that it came down barely to my navel and the arm holes in the sleeve had been cut low enough to show off half my lateral muscles. The neckline had also been lowered. My new logo had been embroidered over the left breast and across the back. I guessed that I was always going to be labeled from now on.

While I was getting dressed, Master explained to me the new workout arrangement he'd devised with Philip. I was going to report to the rec center Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays to work out as directed by Philip. I was going to suck Philip's cock and let him fuck me each day in Master's room after the session, except on Sundays when I was going to drive him home and spend time with him in his apartment, where I would be expected to give it a thorough cleaning and then serve Philip as he wanted. The rules would be the same as in Master's room. I would be naked unless ordered otherwise by Philip. I noticed that Master no longer referred to it as our room. In his mind, it was his room, a place where he kept his possessions, including me.

I was ordered to kneel and kiss Philip's feet before we left. He seemed amused by my gesture, but I was getting turned on again. I was glad of the jock because it made my erection less obvious than it would have been.

As we were driving to my appointment at the salon, Master explained, "It's good that you've found someone who will show your hole kindness and gentle love. I have given Philip permission to use you so that you can see the other side of being a jock bitch. Your jock pussy must learn to accept all styles of fucking."

"Yes, Master," I replied. I was a little sulky because Philip had been interested in my cock, but Master wouldn't let him touch it. It would have been another first for me in gay sex, but Master seemed intent on denying me any pleasure from my dick. The only one he'd given permission to touch it was Matt, and all Matt wanted to do was use it to cause me pain, not that the pain hadn't also been arousing. It had increased the arousal throughout my body while causing my erection to wilt. I had to figure that one out on my own. I'd be embarrassed to share that side of myself with Simon. He would think I was a freak.

Of the two waxing salons in town, only one of them took male clients. It was on the western edge of town, near a bar called the Blue Room and a barber shop with a striped pole and a sign that said Rollo's. We were a little early for my appointment, so we sat in the front. A young man with a short haircut and a bored expression on his face checked us in, then went back to reading a textbook of some kind.

The shop sold depilatory creams, skin lotions, soaps, and hygiene products like loofahs. A sign showed their prices. It was expensive to get a full body wax like I had scheduled but I'd rather spend my father's money on this than experience that epilator. It had hurt on my chest, but the idea of it ripping the hair on my nutsack out by the roots was enough to make my knees quake. One of the signs said tattoos, piercings, and body jewelry by appointment only.

When the time for my appointment came, we saw three men come out of the back room. I could tell that two of them were clients because they went to the counter to pay. One of them was a large man, about my height with a little more gut on his solid frame than I had. His hair was buzzed short, and he had a bushy salt and pepper beard. He wore leather pants and a vest over a plain white sleeveless t-shirt. He had a sleeve of tattoos up one arm. The other was a younger guy, probably in his early twenties, slender but muscular with brown hair in a ponytail. He was clean shaven and wore tight skinny jeans and a vest over a naked, hairless chest. I could see that he had nipple rings, a ring through his nose and a tattoo that said Bitch Boy over his left pec. Another tattoo on his left arm said Owned by Master Bob.

The third man was dressed in what looked like light gray surgical scrubs. He was a few inches shorter than me, with very dark skin and short black hair in tiny curls. He was muscular with a powerful square build. He walked over to us and shook my hand, then he looked into Dom's eyes and immediately let go and shook his hand instead.

"Welcome. Which of you is Kyle?" he asked.

Dom put his hand on my shoulder and said, "This is my boy, Kyle."

“Come on back,” he said, walking through a curtain in the back wall. "My name's Gideon," he said. "What do you want done with your boy?"

Master didn't answer him at first. He merely stared at him intently, then asked, "Do you know a Philip Mertz in town?"

Gideon gave us an inquiring look. "No, I don't," he said. "Why do you ask?"

Dom replied, "I think you should make the effort to meet him. I think you have a lot in common. He lives near the edge of the woods on the northwest side of town. It would be better than running into him by accident."

"Thank you," Gideon said. "I appreciate the information, since I'm new in town."

"No problem," Dom said. "This information is free of charge since I'm on the committee at the college for maintaining peace in this town between supernatural factions. I need my slave's body waxed. I don't want to see any hair except eyebrows, eyelashes, and the top of his head."

"I can do that," he said. "You may want to look at our body jewelry while I'm working. We carry a full line of non-ferrous offerings, all of which are safe to be in constant contact with the skin."

Then Gideon turned to me and said, "Strip, Slave."

"Yes, Sir," I said, taking my clothes off and putting them on a chair. I stood naked in front of Gideon, and he ran his hands over my hips, abdomen, and thighs.

"He's carrying a bit of extra weight around here," he said. "We have a treatment that can whip those pounds off while you wait. We can do it an ounce at a stroke or a dram at a stroke."

"That's okay," Master replied. "I prefer to have him take it off the old-fashioned way, through hard work."

"Okay then, I just wanted to offer you a choice," he said. Then to me he said, "Get your fat ass on the table, Slave." He was smiling as he said it, but it still made me feel bad. I got it. I'd let myself down, but it didn't help to hear people talking about my gut all the time.

I climbed up and lay on my back. Gideon pulled a cart with his tools over and began spreading hot wax on my chest, followed by cloth strips that he pressed tightly against my skin. When they cooled enough, he pulled them off with a quick tug, taking the hair with it. It hurt, maybe as much as the epilator, but I'd committed myself to this method of hair removal and I had no other choice at this point. It took a long time to remove all the hair from my body. I thought the face was the most painful part of the procedure until he moved to my crotch and my balls. The backside was almost a relief after the front, although the small of my back, my taint and the crack of my ass were extremely sensitive. I was crying, not loud sobs, but silent whimpers and tears.

When he was done, Gideon started playing with my asshole. Dom seemed distracted by the merchandise, and I wasn't sure if I should say anything, so I lay there and let it happen. He didn't use lube, but I was still slippery from the cum Philip had left inside me. It felt good and I was wiggling my hips, trying to get his finger deeper inside me. The pressure of my cock against the table was pushing me toward orgasm.

Dom turned towards us, and said, "My slave doesn't come from pressing, rubbing or stroking his dick."

"Sorry," Gideon said, "Do you mind if I play with his ass? I'll knock ten percent off the bill if I can fist him."

“Master, please, NO! I can’t… it would kill me!”

“Be quiet Kyle,” Master commanded, and my mouth clamped shut.

He continued speaking to Gideon as if I weren’t even in the room, as if I had no stake in the outcome of their discussion. I couldn’t speak but inside I was screaming.

Master was cold and calculating. "Turn him over so his cock isn't pressing on the table, and you can fist him. I don't need money. I need you to agree to be my eyes and ears in town for the next year. You'll tell me everything that happens in this town, if it involves the supernatural."

"I can live with that." He slapped my ass and told me to turn over.

"I need you to say the words," Master said.

Gideon suddenly took it seriously, like he had just remembered who and what he was dealing with. "I will serve as your eyes and ears in town for one year, taking note of anything that involves the supernatural and reporting it to you."

"And in exchange for your agreed upon services, I will allow you to fist my slave this evening."

I could feel a tension building in the room, a tension that was released when the final words were spoken. I had rolled over and now Gideon began to probe my hole with his finger again. I was loose enough that he was able to move to two fingers immediately. He had a large bottle of lube on his cart, like he'd been expecting to have a use for it.

He fucked me with those two fingers for a few minutes, then he added a third. It was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable and I was grimacing. Gideon took pity on me and poured a generous amount of lube onto my hole and worked it inside me with his three fingers. The discomfort gave way to pleasure. Then he slipped a fourth finger in. Now it hurt again.

I was grunting with the pain. "That hurts, Sir," I gasped. "I'm not sure I can take your whole fist!"

Gideon smiled at me and said, "You'd be surprised how much the human anus can stretch. You'll be fine. It may hurt like hell, but you'll survive it."

He flicked my hard cock with his finger and said, "You may even enjoy it. Just lay back and let me work your ass for a while. You can't be a proper pussy boy until you can take a fist in your ass."

My master was now standing behind Gideon examining my ass up close. He touched it with his finger. "It's so tight and stretched," he said. "It looks completely smooth. Are you sure it won't break?"

"I've done this before," Gideon said, "on much smaller boys. Your slave will be fine."

I wasn't so sure. It wasn't bad when the tips of the fingers were inside me, but when he pushed inwards and the knuckles were pressing against me, I was sure that my hole was going to rip. I didn't notice it when he added the thumb to the other four fingers because the pain was already so bad, but I could feel it when he pushed deeper inside. The pressure was intense. My ass was fuller than it had ever been and it certainly felt like it. Time seemed to stand still and my focus was narrowed to the feeling of Gideon’s forearm pushing deeper and deeper inside me. I didn’t think it would ever end. And if I could have seen it from the outside, I would have been amazed at how little of his arm was actually inside me at that point.

Gideon looked at my master and said, “I need to be able to hear him now, not for pleasure, but because I want to be careful. I can judge his distress by the tone beneath his words.”

I heard Master’s cold and emotionless voice. “You may speak now, slave.”

Gideon poured more lube on his hand and drizzled it across the ring of my anus. He pressed in slowly, turning his hand from side to side as he did. I was crying, "Please stop, Sir! It hurts too much. I can't take it. Your fist is too big!"

Gideon stood up and leaned over me. His left hand gently stroked my jaw. And he spoke in a low tone of voice, almost a purr or a soft growl from deep in his chest. "You'll be fine. Trust me. I'll move it a little and let you adjust to it."

He smiled gently and then thrust it inside me in one final push. I screamed a primal scream and Gideon said, "It's okay. I'm inside now. You can relax. Breathe with me."

Gideon was inhaling slowly, holding it, and then breathing out slowly. I breathed with him and felt my ass relax around his wrist. I'd lost my erection, but I was still leaking precum and my cock was still tingling.

"You did it," Gideon said. "My fist is inside you."

Gideon started to rotate his fist. Then he pushed it in a little farther. As I relaxed, I felt a different feeling. It was pride that I'd done something that had seemed impossible at the time. A month ago, hell even a week ago, I wouldn't have thought taking a fist in my ass was an achievement, but for a jock bitch like I was now, hell, I felt like I deserved a merit badge.

Gideon was fucking me with his fist, slowly at first and then with a moderate speed. He pulled back until his fist was almost out of my ass then he pushed it back in, like he was punching my rectum. It felt good. My head was bending back, my eyes were fluttering, and my breathing was shallow and forceful. My cock was hard again.

He pulled out so far that his knuckles were outside my ass, then he pushed it in again. There was little resistance this time, like my hole had given up its fight and was accepting what it was given. I lay back and let him fuck me with his forearm. It felt so good, but it took a long time for me to cum again, since I'd had the cum fucked out of me only a few hours ago. When I finally came, it was brought on by an orgasm spread throughout my entire body. As waves of pleasure spread throughout every limb, I felt a pressure build in my ass, then spread to my cock. My cum poured out of me like someone had opened a faucet. There was no orgasm or sense of relief, just the draining of my cum, like it was being pumped out by Gideon's fist.

When Gideon pulled out of me, I felt completely empty like something was missing inside me. Dom put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Lie here and rest. Let me know when you feel like you can get up so I can help you."

I heard Gideon say, "You never gave me your name."

"You may call me Domenic," Master said. "We'll arrange a drop off point for the information you'll be gathering, and I'll send someone to collect it regularly."

"Is there anything in particular that you want me to keep an eye on?" he asked.

Master said, "Be watchful for any groups of werewolves who aren't connected with the college. And anyone who is purchasing large amounts of silver or steel shot for shotguns."

Gideon grew serious. "Hunters?" he asked.

Master replied, "Many types of hunters. We're also looking for anyone who may be showing interest in the supernatural. Look for anything with 18:22 or X18:22 or Exodus 18:22."

I heard Gideon shuffling for paper and a pen, then he had Master repeat the phrases for him. "Why would all these groups be in town at one time?" he asked.

Master replied, "I hope it's not true, but it's possible that someone is organizing all our enemies to one singular purpose. The mages have plans for this town, but I'm not part of their counsels, so I can’t be sure what they are exactly. I know for a fact that a group of hunters attacked the werewolves during the last full moon. That team will never be a problem again, but I suspect that there is a pattern behind recent events. Someone drove an iron nail through one of my footprints this afternoon, so they have some little knowledge. If the print had been fresher, it may have done more than hamper me. I'll be sticking to the sidewalks as much as possible."

"Give me access to your slave once a week and I'll do more than keep an eye out," Gideon said. "I'll go out and do some investigation."

"Thursday evening seems to work for you," he said. "If it does, you can have him from 7:00 to 8:00 p.m. We'll discuss details later."

They concluded their deal and then looked over the body jewelry. Master purchased nipple rings and penis rings in different sizes. I couldn't see them because they were on a wall, and I'd been ordered to lie in this spot. Master said that he would do the piercing himself later. That gave me cause for concern. I didn't want any more piercings, but Master would give me no choice. He hadn't given me any choice about the ear piercings either. The cost seemed high, over $6000 dollars.

"Don't worry Gideon," he said. "I'll perform the ritual for you tomorrow, and the wealth will come your way."

Then I felt Master's hand on my butt. "Can you get up now?"

"I can, Master.”

I’d wanted to say of course not, you sadistic fuck! You just let a man put his arm up my ass! But I couldn’t talk to my master like that, and on some level I didn’t really want to, no matter how much my conscious mind thought the words.

He and Gideon helped me to sit up and then to stand up. "Are you proud, Slave?" Master asked. "You did good tonight."

The strange thing was that I did feel proud. I hadn't asked Gideon to stick his fist in my ass, and I hadn't really wanted him to do it. I'd never dreamed that anyone would ever want to do it. But looking at the size of Gideon's hand, I did feel an upwelling of pride. Taking his fist had seemed impossible, but I'd done it.

"Put your clothes on, Slave," Master said. "We have to get your haircut and then go back to the room."

Once I was dressed and we were outside, I asked, "Master, can you tell me what Gideon is? He's supernatural, like the werewolves, isn't he?"

Master hesitated for a moment and then said, "He's like the werewolves, but different. He's a shifter who turns into a lynx."

"Why doesn't he join the pack?" I asked.

"Werewolves don't welcome anyone into their packs except for other werewolves," he said. "And lynx shifters don't usually form groups. They prefer to hunt alone."

"So, he's a were-lynx?" I asked.

"You could say that," he replied, "but they usually don't call themselves that. Most shifters just call themselves shifters or skin changers."

"Why did you suggest Gideon introduce himself to Philip?" I asked, but Master just stared at me until I answered my own question. "Because Philip is also a were-lynx? And that's why you told him he couldn't bite me."

"Not bad, Slave," he said, "not bad at all."

We were just outside the barber shop when I put my hand on the door and said, "Is someone hunting you, Dom? I heard what you said about the nail."

Master smiled, a frightening predatory smile, and said, "And if I find them first, I'll deal with them on my own. I won't bother with the custodes, or even my own people's wild hunt. I'll make them pay in ways that they can't imagine, in their most fevered dreams."

I removed my hand from the door, and we went in. It was a small, cramped room with two barber chairs and a row of four straight backed kitchen chairs for customers to sit in while they waited. We had to wait for one customer ahead of us, then Dom told the barber to give me a low fade haircut and to leave the hair about two inches long on the top.

We had one more stop to make. It was a fabric store. Dom picked out several types of cloth, thread, embroidery floss, and ribbon. Then he made me pay for it. I assumed that Buckwalder would be making me some more clothes, although he may be making more for Dom. In any event, I wasn't consulted.

I ate my protein smoothie, then sat on my dildo while studying and completing homework for a couple of hours. Then Dom told me to go to bed. He turned down the lights. He could see in the dim moonlight, and I was supposed to be going to sleep, but sleep didn't come immediately.

I lay awake for a while, thinking of my life over the last week. I could honestly say that I couldn't have imagined doing all the things I'd done in the last few days. I didn't like everything that was happening to me, but some of it seemed to satisfy a craving I could never have acknowledged without Dom's help. I had to admit to myself that I was gay. I didn't think that I'd ever really been attracted to girls. I'd never admitted my gayness, or even considered it. My own family was homophobic, and I had no idea how my dad, my two older brothers, my three older sisters and their husbands would react when they found out. I'd also discovered that I liked black guys, not exclusively, but I'd made the decision to go after Terrence Green, and I couldn't deny my attraction to Simon. My family would be just as angry over that, but I didn't care. As callous and alien as Dom was, he'd probably given me more praise and encouragement since he'd enslaved me than I'd gotten my entire childhood.

I was also happy with the way I looked. The waxing made my muscles stand out, and I could tell that I was losing weight and beginning to shape my body. I got hard looking at myself in the mirror. It made me wish I could fuck myself. The neat haircut made me look handsome and not at all like the slob I'd been when I got here.

As my gut shrank, I'd probably be happier with the revealing clothes Dom made me wear. I liked the way guys looked at me. And that one day Dom had given me the ability to hear thoughts, I'd liked the way they thought about me.

It wasn't all positive. I didn't like drinking piss; I didn't like that I was eating nothing but protein shakes mixed with piss; and I hated the idea that I was trapped in slavery and couldn't ever win my freedom. There had to be a way.

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author's preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author's preferred reading order is The Pack Chapter 4.

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