Elf Master

Concordium Chapter 37

Elf Master Chapter 7

First Saturday after Class Started

Nico

Elijah had managed to twist our contract again. He’d claimed that he couldn't get back to campus at dawn, but I was welcome to come and get Kyle at that time as per the contract. I'd let that one slip. I couldn't get to Kentucky and back in time for this council meeting that Professor Thorne insisted I attend. I would have to wait until Elijah could bring Kyle back at noon. He was getting an extra six hours with my slave, and I wasn't happy. It wasn't the time. It was the fact that he'd managed to score points against me, and that was why he'd done it.

I wasn't happy about Edward Mason texting my slave all night either. I'd checked Kyle's phone and Edward had gotten increasingly belligerent as he received no responses. I was going to have to deal with him sooner rather than later. I flipped through the texts, and there it was, a direct threat to my slave from his brother. He'd promised to kick his ass, then to fuck him, then to show their father what a faggot he was so he would be disowned. I thought he was probably drunk, and most definitely gay and in the closet. I checked out his Facebook page and his professional website. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was still fairly young at 32 years old. Now that he'd threatened my slave, he was mine. I sent a message to my aunt, our representative in the Conclave, to register Edward Mason as my legitimate target.

I texted him back. I'm sorry I left my phone in my room last night. Can you drive up here on Sunday morning? I want you to fuck me. You're right. I have always wanted to suck your cock and to feel you inside me. Please, come and take me like the little bitch I am.

This man was thirteen years older than my slave and he seemed more obsessed with Kyle than he should be, especially since they were brothers. There was more to this story than met the eye, and I was going to get to the bottom of it. And then I was going to use it to destroy Edward Mason.

I mostly parroted his words back to him. He should like that. I'd keep Kyle's phone for now, so I could respond on his behalf. I hadn't yet found an activity to keep Kyle busy on Saturdays. Tuesdays and Thursdays he would be working out hard with Philip and then getting fucked in my room. Thursday evening, he would be with Gideon and Sunday afternoon and evening he would be servicing Philip. Matt had made me an offer, but so far, he hadn't made it appealing enough to make it worth my while. He was getting increasingly demanding. If he became too much of a bore, I was going to find a way to make him pay.

I had a lot to think about.

 

Kyle

I woke up to Elijah teasing my hole with his index finger. I must have rolled onto my stomach while I slept. It felt good, but I was afraid his finger would get dirty, and he'd make me clean it off with my mouth. "I'm not clean yet, Master," I said as I stretched awake.

"Yes, you are, slave," Elijah replied in his deep, rumbling voice. "One of the advantages to being a mage is that I can clean you up with the touch of my wand. Now be a good slave and spread your legs for your master."

I spread my legs and enjoyed his finger work. He added a second finger and his other hand slid under me and pulled my cock back to lie flat on the bed between my legs. I relaxed my ass as much as I could and let him play around in there. "You are learning great control over your sphincter, slave," he said. "That's the key to being a good little slut. Is that what you are?"

"Yes, Master, I am a slut," I said. I knew that I must be one, since I was enjoying having my ass played with so much.

"Don't sound so embarrassed by your sluttiness," he rumbled. "Nothing wrong with being a slut, so long as you're a good one.

Then he climbed on top of me and shoved his cock into my ass in one continuous motion. He'd loosened me up enough that it wasn't exactly painful, but it was stretching me uncomfortably. My ass had seen a lot of abuse over the last few days, and it had taken a lot of big cocks. I moaned as he bottomed out inside me.

"Do you like that, my little bitch whore?" he growled in my ear. "Tell me how much you like my big cock in your jock pussy."

"I love it, Master," I said. "I love how your big cock fills my ass!"

He smacked my ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "What am I fucking?"

My ears were burning. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I hated it. I said it anyway. "You're fucking my jock pussy!"

"That's right. You are a jock pussy, and your best talent is using your pussy to make men feel good," Elijah said.

Then he started fucking me hard. He'd pull almost all the way out and then plunge in the hilt. He was heavy and he was making the bed bounce. My ass was bouncing up to meet him. Soon I was gaping so much that he could pull all the way out and plunge back in without meeting resistance. I concentrated on squeezing his cock with my ass muscles every time he pulled out. His cock inside me felt so good that I was moaning like a bitch in heat. My shaft filled with cum, and a tingling began at the base of my cock and in my perineum.

Soon I was crying out, "You're fucking the cum right out of my balls, Master! Please fuck me harder."

I felt him shudder and thrust all the way inside me. He kept his cock inside once he'd cum, and he asked me to squeeze his cock with my ass. I worked my butt muscles trying to get the last drop to come out, but he didn't get soft. In a few minutes he was as hard as he had been before and ready to go again. He fucked me longer the second time. I didn't orgasm on the second round, but I oozed cum almost continuously. When he came, I felt a sense of pride that he'd found my ass sexy enough to seed it twice in rapid succession.

He kissed the back of my neck and then helped me out of the bed. I was still weak in the knees and wobbly. "Let's get you into a relaxing bath, Kyle," he said. "You've had a hard twenty-four hours."

He led me into a large bathroom with an enormous whirlpool tub in it. He sat me on the toilet while he ran the hot water. He stirred his wand around in the bath and a scent of sandalwood and citrus rose into the air. Once it was full enough, he turned on the jets and climbed into the tub, reclining against the back. He held out a hand and said, "Join me, Kyle. It's time you relaxed."

I stepped into the tub, and he pulled me down so that I was leaning against his massive chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me there in that bubbling water. "Tell me everything, Kyle, everything you can," he said. "I know that Nico probably has you bound tight with his compulsions. It's that Chain of Compliance he made as a senior project."

I lay back in his arms and spilled everything I could. "You do know that I deserve my punishment because of what I did, Sir?" I said.

"Sebastian told me a little bit about your story, Kyle, but not all of it," he said, brushing my sweaty hair back from my forehead.

"I raped one of my dormmates," I said bluntly. "He was pretty, and I got excited every time I looked at him, and he flaunted it, always wearing shorts that let you see his butt hanging out, and his shaved legs. The thing was that he had a boyfriend, and I knew that. I still thought I was straight, Sir. And I wanted him, but I wanted to hurt him because I blamed him for the fact that I wanted him. He was smaller than me, even smaller than I realized at the time, and he didn't stand a chance. He was saved by a goddamn werewolf. I think the werewolf wanted him too."

"And that's when your troubles began?" Elijah offered, prompting me to go on.

"You should know that wasn't the first time I'd attacked a gay boy for getting me excited, Sir," I said. Then I told him about all the others, including Simon. "And that's why Nico enslaved me, so I could pay for my crimes."

"Bullshit!" Elijah rumbled. "Nico enslaved you because he's a sadistic little prick with a typical elven sense of entitlement. Your crimes gave him an excuse. I know that you can't say anything bad about your master, but I'm not limited in expressing myself."

I didn't say anything to him, but I thought he probably understood my feelings at least as well as I did. My feelings for my master confused me.

"Do you enjoy being Nico's slave?" he asked.

"Sometimes, Sir," I admitted. "I like that my slavery has made me question everything I was taught as a child. You were right, you know. I was a racist piece of shit when I was growing up. And I was a homophobe, and I was a misogynist. It's all I knew. But then I got here, and I was surrounded by gay guys, and I could have changed, but I didn't. When I first started talking smack to Kieran and his boyfriend, I expected all the straight guys to start cheering me on, like they did back home, but they didn't.

"I still hadn’t changed. It wasn't until the day when Master told me that I had to choose five different men and suck their cocks, and take pictures of the act, that I think I started to change. I had sex in a bathroom with a disgusting and dirty pig, but then I saw Terrence. I wouldn't have looked twice at him back home, but I saw him, and I wanted him. It wasn't that I had to suck his cock; it was that I wanted to do it. I'd never thought about wanting to suck a cock before, but, in that moment, I did."

Elijah sighed and said, "I'll know if you're lying to me Kyle, so you'd better speak the truth. Why did you want to suck Terrence's cock?"

I thought about it for a minute then I said, "I thought he was good looking. His hair, his face, those long, muscular legs. I was physically attracted to him, but I didn't want to beat him to a pulp. It was a first for me."

"I want to be sure," Elijah said. "Did you want to be with him because you felt a need to be punished and sucking a black cock felt more like punishment to you than sucking a white cock?"

"No, Sir," I said. "I was just attracted to him. I'd pretended to be attracted to girls all my life, but I'd never really been turned on. I'd been turned on by gay boys in the past who looked or acted effeminate, but I'd never felt an actual attraction that made me want to worship a man's body, until I saw him."

Elijah ran a finger down my jawline and then across my lips. "Did you want to suck his cock because he was black, and you heard that all black men had big cocks?"

"No, Sir," I said. "I didn't know it was big until I saw it, and it's not the biggest I've ever had inside me. Yours is bigger and so is Matt's, and he's white. I'd heard that story of course, everyone has, but I wasn't looking for a big cock. I didn't even look at his junk when he walked by. I looked at his beautiful brown legs and that firm ass of his. I've been with a black man with a cock my own size, so I don't think the stories are entirely true. Yours is bigger, but Terrence's isn't much bigger than mine despite him being so tall."

"And did you want to suck Terrence's cock because it would make your daddy mad that his little boy was sucking black cock?" he asked.

"Oh, it would have bothered my dad, Sir, for sure" I said. "You know who he is, but, honestly, he'd be so mad that I was sucking cock in the first place, I don't think it would matter that much that the cocks were black."

Elijah kissed my neck and bit my earlobe. "The strange thing is that I believe you, Kyle," he said. "I just asked you about nearly every stereotypical reason a white boy might want to have sex with a black man, and none of them seemed to have crossed your mind. That's amazing given your background. If you pursued Terrence because he's a good-looking guy – and he is, that's for sure – and not for any of those other reasons, then you may not actually be a racist piece of shit, despite your upbringing. In other words, I may have jumped to the wrong conclusion. Were you wearing your racism like a shield, like you were your homophobia, I wonder?"

He paused for a moment and played with my nipples. They were already hard from the feeling of his cock pressing against my butt. Then he continued, "Now, I'm going to ask you the questions that cover many of the white liberals who seek out black men. Did you go after Terrance because you think that black men are inherently superior to white men?"

I had to think about this one for a while. I had no idea what he meant by liberal. I was raised in Kentucky and had never been accused of liberalism. If I was a liberal, it would just be one more perversion to my family.

"I don't think so, Sir," I finally answered. "All men are superior to me now that I'm a slave, but I think even if I weren't a slave, you would be my superior. You're commanding and powerful. You're a mage, so I don't know what the heck you can do on that front, but you seem smarter than me and you're stronger than me, and your cock is bigger.

"Simon is superior to me, but that's because he's a better person than me. I beat the crap out of him because he turned me on, and he's forgiven me and he's helping me cope with the gay feelings I have. And Terrence is superior to me because he's better looking than me and he's a better basketball player. But I know other black guys, and they're only superior to me because they're free and I'm a slave. I hope that's the right answer because it's the truth."

Elijah said, "You're a unicorn, boy. You seem not to be motivated by harmful stereotypes despite your daddy. That's amazing, especially considering your upbringing and the things I know that you said back in high school."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I don't know that I ever believed those things, not really. I just wanted to fit in and have my brothers and father love me."

"Great Isis! You're a conundrum, Kyle," he said. "I'd be scheming to take you away from Nico, not just because I want to embarrass him in a big, face-losing way, but because I'm halfway falling in love with you myself. But I can't have you in my house. My own two sweet little boys keep me busy enough most days and your personality, even when suppressed by the collar of compliance, would overwhelm them. They're not as strong as you are."

I laughed at that. "I think the strength you see, Sir, comes from the collar, not despite it," I admitted. "I'm weak-willed and a mess without someone forcing me to do better."

"We'll see, boy, we'll see," he said. "Only tell Nico this if he asks you directly, but I am going to see about freeing you from him, even if I can't keep you myself. Now let's clean up and I'm going to take you home, not to Nico's room, but to my home. I could drop you off right away, but I'm going to make Nico come to me, since it was one of the few points that I was able to burn him on in that contract. He's not available until noon. And I want to introduce you to my sweet little boys."

**********

Elijah used his magic to take me from the circle in his Louisville clubhouse to the circle in his house in Severan. We appeared in a corner room with hardwood floors and a carpet with a magic circle. There was no other furniture, but one window showed a neat backyard and the other showed a house obscured by a large maple tree. "Come on, boy," Elijah said. Then he led me downstairs.

I was still naked, so I was a little embarrassed when Kendal came into the room. He was a cute little thing, about five foot three, with fair skin and light blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. His eyes were heterochromatic, one was light blue, and the other was pale green, and his features were delicate and girlish. He was thin and seemed to lack muscle tone, making him look soft and boyish. He was dressed in tiny pink lacy panties and a pink lacy shrug. He wore a pink lacy collar with an opal cabochon on the front. He had dangling earrings, also of opal.

"Kendal, sweetie, this is Kyle. He's Nico's slave," Elijah said. "And Kyle, this is Kendal, one of the two loves of my life."

He pulled Kendal to him and kissed him on the lips. Kendal giggled and said, "Pleased to meet you, Kyle." His voice was high pitched for a boy, but not a falsetto. "Will Kyle be staying for lunch, Sir?"

"Only if we eat early," he said. "Nico will be here at noon to pick him up."

"I can set a plate for Nico, Sir," Kendal said. "We're having salad with ahi tuna, and I know he likes that."

At that point, a thin Filipino guy came into the room. He was five foot six and was wearing a pair of black shorts that showed off most of his legs, a tight pink tee that had the phrase "Ask Me About Wands of Love" and a website address. He had knee high socks and sketcher shoes. He was a handsome boy as well, with golden brown skin, large brown eyes, and black hair, spiky on top with a low fade. He had a wand in a holster on his hip, but Kendal didn't.

"I came in to meet the new boy, Daddy," he said. His voice was a pleasant tenor.

"Tristan, this is Kyle, Nico's slave," Elijah said, "And Kyle, this is the other love of my life, my boy Tristan."

Elijah had one arm around each of his boys and all three of them were smiling. He had a strange family, but they seemed to love one another. Elijah kissed each of his boys again and then said, "Kendal, can you take Kyle up to our dressing room and get him one of my shirts to wear."

Kendal smiled at Elijah and shook his finger. “I’ll take care of it, Daddy.”

Elijah hugged him and kissed him passionately. “You’re the fashion expert, baby.”

Kendal took my hand and led me upstairs, not to their bedroom but to the room next door. It had mirrors, a vanity table and three armoires in it. He started looking through one of the armoires, and said, "Tristan and I are too small for you to wear any of our clothes, and Daddy's clothes are too big for you, so no pants for you, big boy." He glanced at my dick and licked his lips, then looked away quickly.

He pulled out some tees and a few button-downs out of the armoire. "Let's get you pretty for lunch," he said.

His penis was hard, but it was so small that I hardly noticed it. He pulled the largest t-shirt over my head. It came down to the bottom of my buttocks, but no farther. "Hmm," he said. "This is nice, but the knit will ride up and you'll be naked below the waist. Not that it wouldn't make a bold statement, but maybe too bold for lunch."

He pulled it off and then put a long-sleeve button-down shirt over my shoulders. It had red and gold vertical stripes. It was too big for me, but that was a good thing. It hung a few inches below my buttocks. "This is knotted silk, so it won't climb," he said. He buttoned it up to just above my solar plexus, then grabbed a dark brown cloth belt that he used to cinch the shirt around my waist.

"Sit down," he said, pulling out the chair at the vanity. When I sat, he rolled the sleeves up past my elbows. It looked like I was wearing a short shirtdress.

"You're pretty when you're dressed this way," Kendal said. "You still look masculine, but it contrasts with the effeminate clothing. On a woman, a shirtdress looks powerful and masculine, but on a man, it looks gender-bending."

He seemed so excited to see the transformation that I couldn't burst his bubble and say that I had no desire to bend my gender. "You did a good job, Kendal," I said.

"I'm not through yet," he smiled.

Then he pulled out a makeup kit and started on my face. He outlined my eyes with copper eyeliner and put shiny lip gloss on me. Then he brushed just a little color onto my cheeks. I was staring at my face in the mirror. It was an amazing transformation. I looked softer and more feminine, but my body was masculine under the shirt I was wearing as a dress. It made me horny and nervous at the same time. Seeing myself this way made me want to fuck myself. It dawned on me that my gayness seemed to take two different forms. When I saw a handsome and masculine dude, I wanted to spread my legs and get fucked, but when I saw a pretty, effeminate guy – even my own reflection – I wanted to be the one doing the fucking. And both urges were a part of me.

He was smiling at me with a hint of pride. "We have company for lunch, can you help me get dressed?" he asked.

I agreed and helped him get into a short baby blue sheath dress. It must have been tailored for him because it was flat across the chest like it was meant for a boy. It was tight so I had to zip it up in the back for him. Then he put his pink lacy shrug back on and pulled some sheer thigh-high stockings on before putting on a pair of open-toe heels.

I had a raging erection, which confused the heck out of me. Girls dressed this way did nothing for me, but I thought Kendal was incredibly sexy in a dress, and I didn't think I looked bad either. He put his arm through mine when we went back downstairs. Elijah gave us a wolf-whistle and Tristan came up and kissed us both on the cheek. "Can we keep him, Daddy?" he asked.

Elijah walked around and stuck his hands under my shirtdress to rub my butt. "I'm afraid not, boys," he said, "Nico would never part with him for any price I'd be willing to pay, especially after Kendal did such a good job making him pretty."

While we were waiting for Nico to come, Elijah had me help Tristan squeeze fresh lemons to make lemonade and wash and cut all the vegetables for salad. Apparently, Kendal made fresh bread every day so there was some ready to be cut. He grilled the ahi tuna and sliced it against the grain while Tristan and I tore the lettuce and sliced tomatoes and cucumbers. Nico arrived before we finished. Kendal was mixing a homemade vinaigrette with lemon and olive oil.

Elijah greeted him at the door and led him in like they were old school friends. If they were, they had the strangest friendship I'd ever seen. Elijah led Nico into the kitchen and my master's eyes lit up in surprise. He looked me up and down appreciatively and seemed to like what he saw.

"Join us for lunch, Nico," Elijah said. "The boys have prepared a delightful salad with ahi tuna and fresh baked bread. And Kyle's been helping. He deserves to taste some of his own work."

Elijah was smiling, but Nico was frowning. His vision shifted from the delicious looking lunch that was spread out on the table to Elijah, then to me. His calculating eyes were working overtime. "We would be delighted to join you, since you have gone to the trouble of preparing something that won't spoil my slave's weight loss program."

We sat and ate. I was uncomfortable because Nico seemed on edge the whole time, but Elijah was jovial and gracious throughout. I couldn't possibly express how wonderful it was to eat something other than a piss flavored smoothie. I even had lemonade to drink. Once lunch was done, Master took the bag he'd brought with him and pulled out a jock, a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt. There was also a pair of running shoes.

"I thank you for the hospitality of your house and offer the same to you if ever you find yourself at our home," Nico said.

Elijah was smiling. "Then our contract is done, and I look forward to my use of your slave in future months.".

I changed clothes right there in the living room. I was glad to get out of the dress and makeup because I felt a confusion when I was wearing them that bothered me, but I was also a little sad. I hugged the boys goodbye, and Elijah embraced me as well. He held out his hands for Nico, but he refused the hug and took one hand and shook it instead. We left the house and Nico told me, "I'm going to climb on your back and become invisible, and you're going to run back to the college. It should take about an hour."

I knelt and Nico climbed onto my shoulders. I set off at a decent pace, following Nico's directions back to campus. I was getting stronger, but this was a hard run with an extra one hundred and fifty pounds on my back. We couldn't really talk while I was running, so the trip was made in silence. We arrived at Gilbert Weiss Park, a several acre green area near downtown Severan. Many of the ramadas were occupied by picnickers taking shelter from the sun when they ate.

We were crossing the park diagonally, following one of the paved paths, when a couple of guys in jeans and concert t-shirts ran onto the path in front of us, knocking me on my ass.

"Hey faggot," one of them yelled. He was heavyset with a blond beard and a pot belly. "You get your thrills showing off your ass to the women and children in the park?"

Another guy, thinner, but more muscular than the first, pushed me and I stumbled onto the grass. He was a brunette with a face covered with acne scars. "We don't need your kind around here."

A third guy, with a flat face like a pug, was cheering them on. "Get him guys," he called. "Let's kick his ass to teach him a lesson."

I scrambled to my feet. Nico had fallen off my shoulders and was brushing himself off. He was visible now and standing next to me. Some other guys from the same ramada were heading in our direction. "I don't want to fight you guys, but I will if you make me," I said.

"Don't forget me," Nico said, looking small and inoffensive to mundane eyes.

I noticed the branches of the trees swaying as if they were moved by a strong breeze, but the air was still. The grass in the area had begun to grow. None of the other mundanes noticed it, but Nico was smiling that predatory smile of his.

Pug-face barked, "This is a good town, and we don't need any college faggots coming here and flashing your dirty butts in everyone's face."

"A God-fearing town!" Blond-beard added.

"We're going to clean this town up," Brown-hair snarled.

Nico strode toward them and said, "My friend doesn't want to fight you, but I do. Is it your intention to stand around looking stupid all day, or do you need to get home in time to fuck your mothers?"

Shit! I thought. Nico's leaving them no chance to back down. And it looked like the entire park was preparing for battle. Except for the picnic tables, which were metal and on cement foundations, everything else seemed to be growing, coming alive.

Pug-face took a wild swing at Nico, who nimbly dodged aside and delivered three open handed slaps to the man's face. He was toying with these guys, but I was nervous because three of the other five guys coming our way had baseball bats. Then all hell broke loose.

I engaged with Brown-hair, exchanging punches. He was muscular, but I was stronger. It soon became apparent, however, that he was a better fighter. Blond-beard ignored Nico and went for me as well. It may have been logical on his part, but he was making a serious mistake. Nico grabbed his arm as he moved past and sank his fingernails into the flesh. The man turned around and attempted to assault him. NIco let Blond-beard punch him in the face, but it had little effect, then Nico returned the favor and there was the sound of both the upper and lower jaw breaking.

Brown-hair landed a good punch on my stomach, and I felt the air forced out of my lungs. Meanwhile, Pug-face grabbed Nico around the neck, and Nico ripped deep into his arms with his nails, cutting the flesh like eight razors. Pug-face screamed and let Nico go.

I managed to get my arms around Brown-hair. Since I was bigger and more muscular, I managed to overbear him to the ground. Now I had the advantage due to my size and strength. He managed to land some punches, but they lacked leverage and were weak. I was slamming his head against the ground, but we were on the grass not the pavement. That’s when I noticed that the greenery was twisting to grab hold of my opponent, preventing him from rising.

One of the guys with a bat struck me hard against the back. I was lucky he'd missed my head. The other two went for Nico. Despite his smaller size, they'd finally realized that he was the more dangerous of the two of us. One of them hit him in the side with his bat, and the other went for his head. But Nico was fast; he grabbed the first bat with one hand and pulled it out of the man's grip. He reversed it quickly and slammed the man he'd taken it from in the jaw, shattering bone.

The bat Nico was holding had begun to sprout leaves, as if it were a living plant. The newly sprouted club drank in the blood that had sprayed across it.

I took another hit from the bat, and one of the unarmed guys pulled me off Brown-hair. The tide had turned, and I was losing. Now I was on the ground and that bat descended in a two-handed overhead swing right toward my face. I managed to grab it, but doing so meant that my hands were occupied, and I couldn't block any other blows. The other two men started kicking me. The turf was clinging to their shoes, but it hadn’t grown long enough to trip them yet.

Nico parried a blow using his own bat, then seized the one he'd parried and grabbed it out of his attacker's hand. The second bat also sprouted new leaves. With a bat in each hand, he laid into his assailants. He hit one man in the side of the head and sent him reeling unconscious to the ground, then hammered another in the groin, just before striking the last man in the side of the knee, dislocating it, and sending him screaming to the ground. All three men lay there in agony while the meadow grew up to hold them down.

I held onto the bat that I'd grabbed with all my strength, while the other men were kicking me. I took a kick to the nuts and another to the side of my ribs. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last, but then Nico let loose a flurry of blows with his two bats that sent the guy I was wrestling with to the ground. Now it was two against two, and I had a bat as well. I was striking from the ground, but Nico was on his feet with two bats, and his skill was unmatched in this park.

Nico took his opponent down quickly. He was fast and he controlled his two bats with precision. It was like each half of his body was moving independently, but in synchronicity with the other. He was landing blow after savage blow against his opponent’s sides. It looked to me like he was toying with the man. I’d seen him fight before and that was just a few college guys who’d tried to bash me. But this was different. He was like a thug beating machine, and we were outside this time. It seemed as if all of nature was on his side. I’d known he was dangerous, but this was a whole new level of savagery.

I couldn’t spare much attention to watch Nico’s brawl because the guy I was fighting was fast on his feet. He was swinging that bat like a weapon, not like athletic equipment. I took a few solid blows, but I was taller and stronger than he was. And when I overbalanced him, he fell backwards. The grass had intertwined itself in the laces of his shoes. I hit him a couple of times in the abs while he was on the ground.

Soon they were all unconscious or held fast by the vegetation. Nico checked their wrists. He found three of them with X22:18 tattoos. We were beginning to draw a crowd, so Nico savagely yanked a handful of hair out of the heads of the three with the tattoos, tied them into loose bunches and put them in his pocket. "Let's go," he said, pulling me towards a large elm tree. We crouched behind it, keeping it between us and the crowd.

Nico closed his eyes for a moment, then put a hand on the tree before singing a quick song. "Close your eyes," he commanded. I did and I felt him push me forward. I didn't hit the tree; I fell onto the ground. Nico was behind me, saying "Open your eyes."

I saw that he was standing, and I was on the ground in front of a large elm, but not the same elm as before. We were in the woods on the far side of campus, near the Arcadia trailhead. We walked onto campus, stopping for a quick shower in the rec center before heading to the Student Union.

"We have to be seen by as many people as possible as soon as possible," Nico said.

"Why, Master?" I asked.

"So, when the police ask, they will know that we were here, not downtown," he replied. "A solid alibi."

Nico and I talked to some people he knew. Then we took a selfie with the clock behind us, and he posted it to his social media accounts with the words, "This boy belongs to me". I was bruised pretty badly, but not on the face, so it didn’t show in the pictures.

Then he handed me my phone and said, "Your brother Edward has been a pest. Just agree with whatever he says, unless it contradicts one of my orders. I'm going to deal with him soon."

That didn’t sound good for Eddy. I wondered what he’d been doing to anger my master.

"Yes, Dom," I replied.

I felt like it was less weird calling him Dom when we were in public because it sounded more like a name than Master did.

Master sat down in a chair, then snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor by his feet. Despite being in public, I immediately knelt in front of him with my knees spread and my hands behind my back. I couldn't see anything but my master sitting in front of me, but I imagined that everyone was looking at me. After several minutes of this, Master pulled out his student card (at our school, this card can be used to pay for things on campus, as if it were a debit card).

He said, "Take my card and the gym bag, go into the bathroom, and put your jock, shoes, and t-shirt in the bag. On the way back, stop at the vending machine and buy me a coke. You can get yourself a bottled water."

I hurried to comply. This would make twice today that I was allowed to drink something other than piss. I was so grateful for this small mercy that I felt tears at the corners of my eyes. When I came back with the drinks, I could see my hard cock tenting the shorts in the front. Master took his card and both the soda and the water. I resumed kneeling in front of him.

"If you need a drink of water, say `Please, Master, may I have a drink of water'. I may say yes, or I may say no, but you need to ask me."

"Yes, Master," I said. My ears were burning with embarrassment, but he had made it clear that he wanted me to call him "Master" in public now.

Several minutes went by and then a guy sat down in the chair next to my master. I glanced up at him and saw that he was darkly handsome, with a goatee, light brown skin, and dark brown piercing eyes. His hair was feathered and styled so that it almost looked like real feathers. He was tall compared to Master, but shorter and more slender than me.

"Excuse me," he said to my master. "My name is David Campos." He had a faint Caribbean accent and pronounced his name da-VEED.

Master looked up from his phone and said, "I'm Domenic Chase. I noticed you were eyeing my slave."

David replied, "Your slave is a fine-looking specimen. You have him on display, so I assume you don't mind me looking at him."

Master smiled and said, "Looking is free."

"What about touching?" David asked. Of course, no one was asking me what I wanted, and my traitorous cock was pushing hard against the leg of my shorts, threatening to peak out. The humiliation of the scene was turning me on something fierce.

"Touching what is visible is no charge," Master said.

David leaned forward and ran a finger down my chest. Then he ran both hands down my arms. "What about touching what is covered?" he asked.

Master smiled devilishly at me as he responded. "He is a whore," he said. "I charge $50 for a blowjob, $75 to fuck him or $100 for both."

David sighed. "It's too bad that I'm short on money right now, some bitch threw my cell phone in the pool earlier."

Master seemed sympathetic. "I can let you try him out for no money today, if you are willing to owe me a favor and you are willing to let someone film you."

David's eyes lit up. I couldn't interrupt to warn him about the dangers of owing a favor to my master. "I'll do it," he said.

"You have to say the words, David," my master said. "Say `I promise to fulfill one favor asked of me by Domenic Chase and to allow myself to be filmed using the slave in exchange for being allowed to use his slave for one hour this afternoon."

David said the words exactly, then Master called someone. I knew it was Matt from the half of the conversation I heard.

"Good afternoon to you, too. I think we may be able to make that video you wanted after all, if you can plan for it this afternoon."

"Four o'clock would be fine."

"Your room would be better, unless your roommate will be there to object."

"Really? That sounds interesting indeed. But I have only one free man. I don't think he can handle two slaves."

"Who will film it then?"

"And he's trustworthy?"

"Excellent, we'll see you then."

My worst fears were confirmed when I heard Master give out Matt's dorm address. David looked excited.

Master looked at him and said, "We're going to be making a video, and it will be posted online. We can give you a mask if you want, but I think it would be a shame to cover a handsome face like yours."

David was grinning like he'd won the lottery, but I knew that Matt would have him on that website without a mask, and who knew what favor Master would require of him. If he didn't watch out, he'd end up being a slave to my master as well.

When we got to Matt's room, I noticed that Daniel, the stocky guy with the light brown hair and goatee from the nerd squad, was there and so was Matt's roommate, the big blond jock named Christopher Thomson. Matt introduced his roommate as "Chrissy".

Once the introductions were made, Matt explained the video he had planned.

"The set-up for this video is that two hot jocks, Kyle and Chrissy here, are making out in Chrissy's room after practice. But the jocks are both bottom bitches so they can't get satisfied until Chrissy's roommate comes home with a friend of his, David. Then the two men use the jock bitches until they're satisfied. Daniel will be filming, and I will be starring as well as writing the script. Most of the dialogue will be adlibbed. The two real men will say things to demean the bitches and the bitches will praise the men for their big cocks and skill at fucking."

Then Daniel brought out release forms for us all to sign. I didn't have a choice, but I was surprised at how quickly the others signed. I noticed that I was being paid $1 for making the movie. David was being paid $100. I later found out that Chrissy was being paid the same as me. He must have somehow become Matt’s slave. I would rather not have been paid at all. One dollar was an insult. It was like he was trying to demean us. I think I hated Matt more than I hated anyone else. Nico demeaned me and treated me like property, but he never seemed to enjoy it like Matt did. Everything with Nico felt like it had a purpose, even if I wasn’t able to figure it out.

In the first scene, Chrissy and I came into the room wearing athletic shorts and t-shirts. I borrowed mine from Chrissy, who was about my size. We were making out as we came through the door, then we fell on the bed and kept kissing. Our lines were stupid, but we said them anyway.

"I want you to fuck me, Chrissy," I said.

Then Chrissy blushed and pulled down his shorts and jock, revealing a very hard, but very small penis. I'd known it was small from our last encounter, but I didn't know how small. "My penis is too small to fuck anyone," he said. Then he grabbed a ruler and measured it while Daniel got a closeup shot. It was only three and a quarter inch long. It looked small, even though he had no pubes. "But you could fuck me, Kyle!"

I shook my head and said, "I don't like to fuck. I only like to get fucked."

Chrissy jumped up, and exclaimed, "I have an idea!"

He ran to one of the chests of drawers and pulled out a big double headed dildo and a bottle of lube. "With this we can both get fucked!" he said with a goofy smile on his face.

Chrissy lubed both ends of the dildo and we lay on our backs and worked it inside us. We couldn't really fuck ourselves on the dildo this way; we just moved our butts around a little, but Daniel wanted to catch our hard, but hairless, cocks in the shot.

We were both moaning under Daniel's Direction when Matt and David came through the door. (They'd slipped out during a closeup of our cocks). Matt was saying, "I'm just hoping that my roommate Chrissy isn't fagging out on my bed again."

They looked over at us and gave looks of surprise. "Chrissy! Haven't I told you that small-dicked faggots like you only get to cum with the permission of a real man?"

"I'm sorry, Sir," Chrissy said. "My pussy felt so empty that I had to have something in it, and Kyle said that he never fucked; he only gets fucked."

"See what I mean, David?" Matt said. "This bitch is always horny. He begged me to fuck him, and that's why I had him shave off his body hair. A bitch like him doesn't deserve hair like a man."

David really seemed to get into his role. "Damn, Kyle! I had no idea you were such a bitch," he said. "Wait until the team finds out."

"Don't tell the team please, Sir," I begged. It wasn't hard to adlib lines like these. "I'll do anything you want."

David was grinning. "I won't tell, if you agree to be my slave," he said.

"Yes, Master!" I exclaimed. My cock leaked a little precum at that exclamation.

Daniel had gotten it on video. "Your slave clit sure likes the idea!" David exclaimed, touching the pool of precum on my abdomen.

Then he snapped his fingers, like he'd seen Master do, and pointed to the ground in front of him. I pulled myself off the double dildo and knelt in front of him with hands behind my head and back straight, knees wide apart.

Matt seemed annoyed at being outdone, so he slapped Chrissy across the face (after getting Daniel's attention, of course) and then said, "Are you ready to be my slave now Chrissy?"

The tall blond jock seemed unsure, but finally answered, "Yes, Master."

Soon, he was kneeling beside me. Matt tried to keep control over the video, but he was outshone by David who seemed more natural on camera. I couldn’t help but wonder if Matt was feeling less confident. David had more stage presence; he was more assertive and confident; and he was clearly more handsome. Standing next to David, and acting against him on camera, Matt seemed lackluster and bland.. The scene continued, with Chrissy and I slowly pulling down Matt and David's pants and underwear. Even David was impressed when he saw Matt's giant cock. It was ten or eleven inches long and about three and half inches thick. I knew it was a monster because he’d shoved that thing inside me before. I remembered how it had stretched my ass and forced its way past my second hole. Even though Master had fucked me while in troll form before I’d gone over, Matt’s cock had still felt like a baseball bat when he pushed it inside me. David had a very healthy eight inches, but he seemed small compared to Matt.

That didn't stop him from undercutting Matt on the video. He preempted Matt's lines by speaking for both the masters. "What are you two jock bitches waiting for? Get your mouths on your masters' cocks."

Matt was left standing silent or playing second fiddle to David. It was David who ordered us to get our tongues inside our masters' hole. I had to say that I was getting into this scene, and I found David to be incredibly hot. When I got a look at his hairy brown hole, my mouth started to water, and when I smelled it, I almost shot a load. David wasn't dirty or unhygienic in any way, but his ass had a strong musky smell like nothing I'd encountered before. His body odor was... masculine was the only word I could use to describe it. There was an animalistic musk that was driving me wild.

I'd eaten Master's ass before, but never voluntarily. I think I would have wanted to get my tongue inside of David even if I hadn't been ordered to do it. I licked the outside and found that it relaxed without much effort on my part, allowing my tongue to dip inside. I was getting into my slave mindset, where everything goes away except for my submission, and it was like my tongue was the center of my being and the taste of David's ass was the best thing I'd ever experienced. I didn't notice the point when my cock started leaking cum instead of precum.

When we'd eaten our masters' asses for long enough, David said, the strange inflections of his Dominican accent only adding to his sexiness. "Get up on the bed, slave bitches, and present your asses for fucking."

Chrissy and I climbed up onto our knees, side by side, and pushed our shoulders to the mattress. The men got behind us and pushed their well-lubed cocks into our willing holes. Chrissy was moaning because of Matt’s prodigious girth, but I was moaning with pleasure. David's cock was big enough to make me feel full, but what gave him the edge was him knowing what to do with it. I was moaning and groaning and shoving my ass back against his cock, yelling, "Take me, Master! Your cock is stretching my hole and you are hitting that special faggot spot inside my ass! Your monster cock is fucking the cum right out of me!!"

I came up with some other choice phrases and added them along the way. When David finally came, he grabbed my hips and roared like a lion. I didn't orgasm, but I had leaked so much cum that the bed was covered in puddles of it. David made me lick my own cum off the bed, then I knelt and cleaned his cock, while he ran his long fingers through my hair. I sucked him until he came again.

Matt and Chrissy came a few minutes after we did. It looked like Matt was about to end the scene, but David stepped in. "Bitch Kyle, lay down on the bed. Now, Bitch Chrissy, straddle his head. Line up your ass with Kyle's mouth. Good. Now push your master's cum out into Kyle's mouth. And Kyle, don't you miss a drop."

I swallowed all Matt's cum as it dripped into my mouth from Chrissy's ass. Then Chrissy swallowed all David's cum as I forced it from my own ass. As a final scene, Chrissy and I knelt at our masters' feet and kowtowed before them, again as commanded by David.

"Damn! That was good," Daniel said. "It almost seemed like we were working from a real script. I can't wait to get this edited and online."

Matt still didn't seem happy, but, when Daniel mentioned that it was the first long video they had shot and that it could increase revenue from the site by a significant margin, he cheered up. Then Daniel took some photos of David and insisted that "Master David" be added to the website. I couldn't tell if he was oblivious or he was trying to piss Matt off, either way Matt’s thunderous mood continued.

As I was getting dressed, I overheard David talking to my master, "I don't think so. You promised me an hour with your slave if I let myself be filmed taking him. I did that, and I'm still owed an hour. I want him to be in my dorm room from 7:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. tonight."

Master seemed to be thinking about it. "That wasn't the intent behind the agreement, but I think you're correct about the words," he said. "I'll send him to you."

**********

We got back to Master's room, so I stripped off my clothes and knelt on the floor, in proper slave position. Master sat and stared at me.

"What is the place of a slave?" he asked. It wasn't the first time he'd asked this question.

"A slave is the property of his master," I said. "A slave must obey without hesitation and must learn to take pleasure in following the master's commands." I'd been reading online about slavery as a lifestyle.

"And why is a slave a slave, and not a free man," he asked.

"In my case Master, I was enslaved by you because of my crimes against your sodales," I said. "But a slave is inferior to all freeborn men and women once they become a slave."

Master was nodding his approval. "Do you truly believe that you are inferior to all free men and women?"

"Yes, Master, I do," I said, "so long as I am a slave."

"That was a lesson I needed you to learn," Master said. "Since you have learned it, I will give you a few privileges. First, you have the privilege of drinking water now instead of piss, but you will still drink the piss of any man who asks you."

I was ready to cry with joy. I hated drinking piss all the time. "Thank you, Master," I said. "I will try to be worthy of this privilege."

He nodded regally at me. "I will also allow you the privilege of making your smoothies with water. And secondly, I will give you the privilege of eating one solid meal each day, so long as it is on the approved list. Anything with less than 800 calories and containing no added sugar should be acceptable."

I genuflected before him three times, then kissed his feet. He smiled indulgently at me. "And because I am feeling particularly generous, I will allow you a boon during this date you are going on tonight. You may fuck someone, have your cock sucked or be masturbated once tonight during this period. Only one of them, and only once. But you can't ask for it or suggest it. If David decides to do it, you can let him do it once."

"Yes, Master," I said, a little confused. Why would David want to suck my dick or have me fuck him? It didn't make sense to me, but I was grateful, nonetheless.

"We've reached a new point in your servitude," Master said. "Since one member of your family already knows about your slavery, I've decided to make it open. Everyone will soon know. Now go shower and get pretty for your date."

"Yes, Master," I said.

Then I ran to the bathroom to get ready. Why did Master keep calling this hookup a date? I showered and then reached for my douche bulb. A sudden concern crossed my mind. Was it healthy to douche my ass as often as I was these days? The websites all cautioned against over cleaning. I reached back and touched my hole. It was sensitive from getting fucked a little while ago, but not really sore. I arched my back and stuck my finger inside. I was still slimy from the loads I’d taken, but my finger came out clean. I sniffed it and then tasted it. It tasted good. I checked a few more times with the same result, then I put the douche back on the counter.

Then I brushed my teeth. I wasn't allowed to wear deodorant, but I styled my hair to make it look good on top. It wasn't hard with this new haircut.

When I got back to the room, Buckwalder handed me a tumbler with my smoothie in it. It looked and smelled like strawberries. I took the tumbler and bowed to him. “Thank you, Buckwalder, you’re always kind to me.”

The little guy actually blushed before he disappeared. I tasted the smoothie and found that it tasted like ripe strawberries with not a hint of piss anywhere to spoil the flavor. I drank it down. I wished I could make a smoothie taste like this.

Master saw the look on my face and said, “Buckwalder likes you. He mixed it fresh for you from wild strawberries, whey and a touch of clover honey. Your kindness towards him shows the depth of your character, slave.”

I replied, “It’s easy, Master. Bucky is a good guy.”

Master smiled. “Bucky? I think he’ll like that you gave him a nickname.”

Since Master was being friendly, I decided to ask him a question. “Master? I’m confused about something. How often should I douche my ass? I’m scared of being… well, dirty back there… but I’ve read that it’s not healthy to wash too often.”

“Kneel on the floor,” he said, pointing to the spot in front of him.

He put a hand on my head and said, “Ask me your question again.”

Master always had his reasons for doing things, especially when it came to language. I cleared my throat and said, “How often should I douche my ass? I’m scared of being dirty back there but I’ve read that it’s not healthy to wash too often.”

He nodded and smiled down at me, like he was pleased. “You have made tremendous progress, Kyle. You seem to have really accepted your own nature. You have been cleaning too often. I’ve had to heal some minor damage at night. If you trust me blindly, I can give you a boon that will help you prepare for sex.”

Normally Nico was scary, but he seemed so friendly that I got caught up in the general feeling of amity. “I trust you, Master.”

He gave me his sweetest smile and ran a hand down my cheek. “Promise to give me something of yours that you will never miss in exchange for this boon.”

“Yes, Master, you can have something of mine that I won’t miss in exchange for your boon.”

Suddenly the room seemed to darken. Nico’s face grew shadowed, and the temperature dropped precipitously. Nico’s voice was quiet, but it echoed around the room. A chill ran down my spine. I was terrified. I wanted to flee, but I was rooted to the spot by fear.

“Foolish boy! Have you learned nothing from the weeks we’ve known one another? Never promise anything to the fae without specifying what it is. And never claim a boon without knowing what you’re accepting! I could do anything I choose to you right now, and there is no power in any of the nine worlds to stop me.”

My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to vomit. Buckwalder reappeared and stood in front of me. Everything returned to normal. Before, his presence had seemed to fill the room, but now he was suddenly himself again. Or was that other, frightening figure the real Nico?

He looked down at Buckwalder and said, “You would really have challenged me over this wouldn’t you?”

Bucky said nothing and made no motion at all. Master shook his head and said, “You have an ardent protector, Kyle. Foolish, but quite determined. I wasn’t going to hurt you because I am a poor excuse for a fae lord, but you need to remember this fact, Kyle. I have your best interests at heart, but the fae are powerful and dangerous.”

He walked around and ran a hand down my spine all the way to my ass. “As a boon I grant you the gift of ever cleanliness. You will no longer have to douche or even lubricate. Your body will do it for you now.”

I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath, so I forced myself to breathe normally. “Thank you, Master.”

He moved to my front and touched me right between my pecs. “And the payment I take is something you no longer require, but I may be able to give it to someone who truly needs it.”

When he drew his hand back, it looked like he was holding a small glowing crystal. I looked up at him and asked, “Can I know what you took from me, Master?”

He laughed. “I should leave you in suspense, since you won’t miss it, but I’ll be kind. You have conquered your internalized homophobia, but the last vestiges of self-hatred were still lingering. I have taken it. Maybe you will now be able to learn to love yourself. But I need you to forget this until you are free, because I need you to fear me properly.”

And just like that, I had no recollection of anything but the boon and me asking him what he’d taken. As far as I knew at that time, he’d smiled at me and refused to answer. And he was right. I didn’t remember until I’d gained my freedom, and then it all came back to me.

Buckwalder laid out clothes for me. There was no underwear, but the shorts were made of some very soft, very springy material. They were tight enough to show every muscle in my ass, and there was a pouch in the front to hold my cock. It had a triple layer of cloth, but my dick was still visible through it. He had a muscle shirt of the same material that was cut just above my navel. The pants were dark green, almost black, but the shirt was lighter green. The waistband of the shorts and both the front and back of the shirt had the words, "Kyle Mason, Owned Jock Slave" embroidered in gold thread.

I thanked Buckwalder for his work and slipped on the black flips he'd laid out for me. Master ordered me to make my smoothie, so I had my liquid dinner. It was almost time to go, but I had a few minutes before I had to leave, so I checked myself out in the mirror. My God, I am primping for a date, I thought.

Master handed me my phone when it was time for me to go. "Treat your date well," he said. "Don't forget that he is superior to you because you are a slave, and that you are to make him feel good."

With a quick "Yes, Master", I went across campus to David's dorm. He was in the new building that looked like a modern hotel with five floors, imaginatively referred to as the New Dorm. I got a few stares, probably since my outfit looked so gay, but no one said anything to me. He was on the second floor. Unlike our dorms, male and female students weren't divided by floor, but by wings. David was on the 2nd floor of wing A.

When he opened the door, David ushered me in right away. "My roommate will be out until 8:30, so we have time," he said.

Then he pulled me in for a kiss. I was four inches taller than him, so I had to bend down, but it was a nice kiss. "I told him that I had a sexy jock coming over. He wanted to stick around to get a look at you, but I told him we wanted privacy tonight. Now, let's get on the bed, so we can kiss without you breaking your neck, you giant."

We climbed on the bed. Sitting down, the difference between our heights wasn't quite so extreme, but it was still there, so David climbed onto my lap, facing me, so we could kiss. "Forget that you're a slave for a minute," he said. "Do you really want to be with me today?"

I didn't think about it very long before saying, "Yes, Sir, I do. I think you're really hot, and I like you. You were commanding today, which I really like, but you seemed to want me to feel good too."

"Good," he said. "The thought of owning a hot guy like you turns me on like nothing else, but you don't belong to me. If you did, I would dominate you enough to satisfy your most submissive desires, but you would always be satisfied sexually, and you'd be happy. I hope your master does this for you."

I couldn't say it aloud, but Master didn't make me feel satisfied and happy. I wondered what life would be like if I had a master who loved me and wanted me to be happy. I was getting so hard that I was poking his ass with my erection. I hoped he wouldn't get mad.

"I get obsessed easily," he said. "First it was this delicious little redhead in my art class. I tried to get him, but he was already taken, and he has a fag hag who threw my phone in the pool. But he was so dainty I would have eaten him up too quickly. Then I saw you. I like to be dominant in a relationship, and it never occurred to me that a big guy like you would submit, but your master is a tiny little thing."

We kissed a little more, with David getting ever more aggressive. He bit my lip, and my heart skipped a beat. "Stay away from that redhead, Sir," I said. "His boyfriend is bad news, and it seems like every... badass on campus is looking out for him."

I'd almost said "supernatural", but I'd been forbidden to speak of such things by Domenic, except to people who already knew.

"You mean the alchemist?" he asked. "I smelled the elixirs and regents on him when we met. He was carrying an arsenal of alchemical weapons."

"Then you know about... all that stuff, Sir?" I asked.

"I do," he said. "I've seen your master change shape, so I know he's something else, too. And I'd have to be a fool not to know about all the werewolves. I watched them do their blood hunt at the end of last month, but they didn't see me."

"What are you, Sir?" I asked.

"I know what he is, but can you tell me who your master is?" he replied, nibbling my ear.

"No, Sir, I can't give away any of the master's secrets," I replied, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling upward.

He lifted his arms so I could pull his shirt off, then said, "Then, unfortunately, I can't tell you my secret either, or you'll be forced to tell your master.

"But let me tell you my plan for tonight. First, we're going to make out a little more. I plan to mark your flesh with hickeys to let your master know that I want you. Then I'm going to fuck you again now that I've got my strength back. Then I'm going to sit on your cock and you're going to cum inside me. I've cleaned up back there."

"You want me to fuck you, Sir?" I asked, a thrill in my voice. "I never thought..."

He pulled my shirt off and licked my pierced nipple until I groaned. "Pants," he said. "Let's get naked now."

He jumped up and started working his pants down. His leg hair looked almost fluffy, it had so much body. And the hair on his head looked even more like feathers. He reminded me of a bird of prey. Despite that fact I wanted him again. I pulled my shorts off and tossed them across the room.

"When I see a delicate little morsel like that redhead, or his little caramel-colored friend, I just want to take them hard and fast," he said, "but you're a real man, despite being a submissive bitch,” he said it with a smile, so I knew he was being playful, “and I want everything with you. I want to fuck you and have you fuck me. I want to suck your cock and shove mine down your throat. I want all of you."

He brought it up, so I was able to say, "Master doesn't usually let me have orgasms from my dick. He said you could do one, and only one. You can suck me or give me a handjob, or I could fuck you. Only one of those, but you can fuck me, and I'll suck your cock until our time is up."

David said, "I knew he was playing with me. He knows what I want. If I get only one, you're going to fuck me. I didn’t clean up my playroom for nothing." He ground his hairy butt against my dick when he said that.

"I've never fucked a man before," I said.

He pushed me down flat on the bed. "Then I'm going to ride your cock until you cum, then you can eat your cum out of my ass and suck me off. If there's time, we make out later, but those three are non-negotiable."

"YES, SIR!" I yelled. I even saluted him. I was going to fuck someone and still be the submissive in the relationship. It seemed like the best of both worlds to me.

He grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount on my hands. "I don't do this very often and your six inches won't go in easy unless you loosen me up, so go to town, Kyle."

He lifted his hips, and I slid my finger into his hairy crack. I worked the lube around the outside of his hole, pressing in on the ring each time. Gradually he loosened enough for the tip of my finger to get inside.

"Keep going, Kyle," he said with a look of determination in his eyes. "Get as much lube in there as you can. This one has a neutral flavor, not bad, but not awesome either. I don't like cinnamon or mint overwhelming the flavor of an ass if I'm going to eat it."

I worked more lube inside his ass, and I felt him relax. A broad smile broke his frown of concentration, "That worked faster than it usually does."

He traced his hard nails along my smooth chest and said, "I may not be as experienced a slut as you are, but I'm not a virgin either."

Then he poured lube on my dick. "We're going to run short on time," he explained, “so let’s get on with this rodeo.” Then he pushed himself down on my cock, with the strangest pained expression on his face. I wondered if I looked like that when I took a cock. He didn't waste time; he lowered his ass down until it was resting on my hairless groin.

He started to rock back and forth, bouncing just a few inches, like he was afraid of bouncing off my dick. It felt amazing. I'd fucked pussy before, but it wasn't as tight and warm as David's ass. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. He confirmed my thoughts, "I wanted to do this while we were filming, but it would have broken the theme."

He was clenching his ass muscles tight whenever he pulled up and relaxing them as he sat down on my cock. It was like his ass was an incredibly tight fist slowly masturbating me. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"I'm going to cum, Sir," I said with a grimace.

"Do it, Kyle," he shrieked. "Sex with a woman doesn't count! I'm taking your virginity now. This is when you become a proud gay man!"

I came in his ass. Even with all the cum that had oozed out of me earlier, there was a lot. I hadn't had a real orgasm from someone touching my cock since I'd been enslaved. At that moment, I didn't feel like a slave. I felt like a powerful warrior, taking his man's ass for the first time. When I finished, David slid off me. He leaned forward and almost licked the head of my cock.

"Your master is a right royal bastard," he said. "He knew what I wanted, somehow, and he set me up to break his rules. It's almost worth it, or it would be if he weren’t what he is."

He moved to straddle my chest and put his dick to my lips. I leaned my head up and took him inside. His cock tasted good, like a hint of cum mixed with David's masculine musk. It didn't take long before he was shooting into my mouth, and I was swallowing it as fast as I could.

Then he smiled at me and slid up until my lips touched his swollen ass lips. I dove in and ate him again. The lube was distracting, with its faint medicinal flavor, but I could taste my cum and his ass. I grew hard again from the pure olfactory and flavorful experience. When he was squeaky clean, he cleaned me off with a warm washcloth, then lay atop me. We kissed until his alarm went off, then I dressed, and we kissed again at the door.

"I want you again, Kyle," he said. "And I'm going to get you. Maybe I'll try to get you for good, so you can be mine."

Reluctantly, I got dressed and slipped into my flips. As I was just about to leave the building, David put a hand on my shoulder. “Be careful. I’m not sure you know how dangerous your master is.”

I nodded and replied, “I know, Sir.”

I couldn’t tell him how much Nico had terrified me earlier. I was forbidden to talk about the things that happened between the two of us. I wished there was someone, anyone I could share these thoughts and feelings with.

I ran across the campus, my heart racing in chest as I thought of my first time fucking a man. David was right. The half dozen times with girls didn't count. This was my first time, and I didn't want it to be my last. I never noticed the raptor that flew overhead like a huge eagle, watching me as I ran, nor the second raptor that joined it. They squawked at each other for a few moments, watching me go into the building, then flew back to the rooftop of the New Dorm. They changed shape and went into the building.

Master made no more demands of me that night. I collapsed onto my bed, face down, and fell asleep. For the first time in my life, everything felt right.

 

Nico

I sat on Kyle’s bed and ran a finger down his back while he slept. His exercise program was going well. His muscles were becoming toned and more defined, and the extra fat was melting off. I was keeping him on a very low-calorie diet to force his body to burn the fat he’d stored. He was losing 1-2 pounds per day, significantly more than was healthy. I extended my mind into his body and made adjustments. I moved the ketones through his system, then I reached into his kidneys and repaired the damage. His body was trying to lower his metabolism in response to the lower calories, so I adjusted it back up to a slightly elevated level. Finally, I examined all his muscles, tendons, and ligaments for small tears, sprains, and other damage. I repaired it all.

This had become a nightly ritual. I wanted to keep him in good condition. My goal was to help him reach the pinnacle of health. I could have let him do it more slowly, but I didn’t know how long it would be until he broke free of his enslavement. I hoped he could do it on his own, but, if he couldn’t, I knew that the werewolf who loved him would find a way.

Buckwalder became visible. He was holding a small clay pot of sweet-smelling unguent. He gave me a scowl. I smiled at him and said, “You know that I would never hurt him, don’t you?”

The hob narrowed his eyes and remained silent. I laughed and asked, “What’s this, dissension in the ranks, a hob uprising?”

He nodded slowly and then climbed up to rub the unguent into Kyle’s skin. It was a healing ointment that Kyle didn’t really need. I’d already healed his damaged muscles, but it would make his skin softer. The little hob was falling in love with Kyle, in his own way. Like most of his kind, he would be unlikely to act on his feelings sexually; he would be content taking care of Kyle’s needs and caring for him. If I weren’t careful, he’d be sneaking him candy and other things that I didn’t want him to have.

I lay down next to Kyle so I could watch the hob tending to him. “Thank you for taking care of my slave for me, Buckwalder.”

He glared at me, but I could tell that he was softening. Still, if I weren’t more solicitous toward him, I could find myself without a hob to clean for me and to take care of mundane tasks I really didn’t want to do. Some mages were foolish enough to magically bind hobs to their will and then pretend that the little creatures were happy to serve. But woe to them if the small folk were ever freed. That’s when they’d discover that a friendly hob could be quite malicious if angered or disrespected.

“The slavery was designed to be escapable, Buckwalder.”

He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to one side. Luckily, I was good at reading hob body language. I added, “No. You can’t help him. It won’t be too much longer.”

He raised his chin and stared at me defiantly. I sighed. “I had to break him down before letting him build himself back up. If I had more time with him, I could have done it gently. I am oathbound to help him, and that’s what I’m doing.”

Buckwalder’s indifferent shrug told me that he accepted my words for now. I left them alone. Kyle was safe with Buckwalder. Hobs were kind and helpful most of the time, but they had magic of their own and were more than capable of taking care of themselves and their charges. I left the room to make my nightly rounds of the campus and the surrounding territory.

Outside the building, standing near the tree were the retainers my family had forced on me after the assault in the dorm. They’d finally arrived. There were four sprites, hovering in the air, their diminutive bows held ready. Two razor children zoomed from one spot to another, their sharp silver knives glinting in the moonlight. A gangly boggart crouched in the shadow of a tree, uncomfortable being in the open. And last, a scowling redcap stomped around the same tree, his massive dual edged sword held over his shoulder.

I opened the backpack I’d brought and the boggart moved inside it faster than I could see clearly. Then I gestured for the others to follow. I kept to the sidewalks to avoid leaving tracks, and the others followed me on my rounds.

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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 6.

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