Magery

Concilium Chapter 44

Magery Chapter 4

Second Week of School

Sebastian

I woke up before Ethan. It didn't surprise me; I'd always been an early riser. I slipped out of bed, and he rolled over on his stomach to take up the middle of the mattress with his naked butt on display. His sigilla were quiescent, but still visible. I looked around the room at the lightning damage. I chanted “Ruina omnis in murisque laqueareque pavimentoque repareatur.” And all the burn marks disappeared.

I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. Ethan stirred in his sleep, so I woke him up with a kiss. He rolled over onto his back, opened his eyes, and smiled at me. I kissed him again, first on the lips and then on the nose.

"Rise and shine, Golden Boy," I said. "After we suffer through brunch with my parents, we're going to go to the beach. We'll have to have dinner back here before returning to school."

We showered together, and I made sure to drain him while the water cascaded around us, and lightning played against the walls. I used magic to dress us quickly, so we wouldn't be late. We both went to brunch in our nerdy professor wear. I showed him how to change his jacket to a different color with a simple spell. It would last 24 hours, and it was a way to expand your wardrobe. Even wealthy mages used the spell to vary their outfits because magical clothing was so expensive.

Brunch was passable today. My mother and Aurelia gushed over Ethan again, which was nice, but it was annoying that they kept putting him between them so I couldn't touch him during meals. Grandmother was her normal regal self, but when I said that we were going to the beach, she volunteered her car to drive us. I was going to translocate to the house on Oyster Bay, but then I'd have to drive myself in dad's car. Grandmother's car would get us there and it came with a conjured driver so we could snuggle in the backseat. And Dad… Dad was… civil. Which was good. For dad. He wasn't a bad person; he was just a cold fish like his mother.

We were still at brunch when a visitor showed up to speak with father. It was Esther Blume and she'd apparently come on Conclave business. He excused himself and took her to the office, while we finished eating.

"It's okay, Ethan. It's just a little mimosa; you can have a sip," grandmother said, holding out a glass.

Ethan looked at me and I shook my head. "He's only seventeen, grandmother," I said. "Stop tempting him with alcohol."

"Mundane laws do not apply to us unless we're in public, dear," she replied. "We're mages and we have our own code of conduct."

I cleared my throat and said, "And Ethan is my responsibility, grandmother, not yours. Our rarified code of conduct should tell you not to come between us. I said, no alcohol."

She smiled at me and replied, "It's good to see you standing up for your principles, Sebastian. It's a better look on you than simply avoiding conflict."

Having struck me with her acid wit, she turned to Ethan and said, "I'm afraid that Sebastian is right, dear. You're much too young to sample adult pleasures." She was speaking to Ethan but the message was for me.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Ethan said, blushing.

"Come on, I'll take you," I said, getting up from my seat and moving around to his side of the table. He took my hand and I led him out of the garden and into the house. Grandmother always pretentiously called her back yard `the garden'.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian," Ethan said with an anxious look on his face. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't even want one. I just asked what it was, and your grandmother was trying to be nice and give me a taste."

"Shh," I said, putting a finger to his lips. "None of that was your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. My grandmother is not nice; she was just using you to score some points off me. I love her, but her tongue is like acid. She can't help herself."

I took him to the bathroom and sat down on a couch in the hallway to wait for him to finish his business. When he came out, I put my arm around him and said, "We'll have to go back out, or she'll think she's won."

"Why does your grandmother want to score points off you?" he asked.

"She thinks she's toughening me up, and she's showing me the kind of criticism she thinks I'll get when people know that I'm dating someone so much younger than me. She thinks she's helping me."

Aurelia came up to me and said, "Apparently, Esther Blume would like to talk to you, Sebastian. Grandmother even allowed herself to be impressed. I'll take Ethan and show him the view from the rooftop terrace. Grandmother hardly ever goes there."

I reluctantly allowed Aurelia to take Ethan with her and I went to the office to meet with Esther Blume. She was a severe looking woman in her early middle years. She wore her brown hair in a bun and was dressed in mage modern style, essentially a business suit with a long coat worn over it that hinted at being a robe. With my enchanted glasses, I could readily see the spells and enchantments on her clothing.

She shook my hand and waved the door closed with her wand, then said, "Thank you for agreeing to see me while you're at rest in your family home. I did have business with your father, but it could have waited until tomorrow. It was all a smokescreen, actually. I came here to see you especially. If you have a few minutes.”

It was my family home, but I waited for her to speak since it was her business that brought us together. I assumed it had something to do with Micah. She sat down in an overstuffed chair, leaving the divan for me. I didn't like to sit at the desk. It felt too officious for me. And I felt like an imposter. This was the desk used by my father when he was on business for the custos, or my sister's desk when she had Conclave business. If any of my aunts and uncles lived in town, they'd use it too, but my father's brother and two sisters had sense enough to put some distance between them and their mother.

She took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then blew it out. She seemed a little uncomfortable, or perhaps she was just running through some prepared remarks in her head. Finally, she said, "Mr. Trent. Do you mind if I call you Sebastian?"

"No ma'am, I don't," I replied. Having an important conclavia using my first name was a good sign. Of course, I wasn't prepared to be so familiar in return.

She didn't beat around the bush. "Sebastian, I won't lie to you; I need your help. If you agree, I'm going to be putting you on the spot to be my eyes and ears on a matter of extraordinary delicacy. Can I rely on your discretion?"

I was intrigued. This sounded risky, but I'd always thought that I’d wanted to work for the Conclave in some capacity and developing an influential relationship with someone like Esther Blume could be a great step forward for me. She was a ranking member of the Moderate party, which controlled the Conclave, but she also cultivated support from the Liberals. She often used my mother as a side channel. Mother didn't have a seat in the governing council of the Conclave, but her grandfather was the unabashed leader of the Liberals.

"You can rely on my discretion ma'am," I assured her.

"I'm going to confess that I've been a bad mother. Well, an inattentive one at least," she explained. "I may have been too trusting. I relied on my soon-to-be ex-husband to keep an eye on things, but I forgot that he would be incapable of saying `no' to my brother. I'm just going to come out and speak bluntly. I'm asking you to watch my brother and my nephew, and to report anything you find back to me. Are you able to do that? Or are you too caught up in hero worship to complete the job? Like so many young men are… "

"I'm assuming you're talking about your brother Mordecai, not your brother Solomon," I asked. I knew whom she meant, but I wanted to have absolute certainty. Solomon was the oldest of the three Adler children in their generation. He was the leader of the Moderates, and since they controlled the governing council, which made him Praetor Conclavius, the head of the magical government in the United States. Conclavia Blume was the Magistrate in charge of the Muna de Legibus, the legal office.

"You're correct," she said. "I'm talking about my brother Mordecai, hero of the Millennium Uprising, the man who brought down Robardin in the Battle of Tyanaport and saved the world from the manifestation of the Yellow Sign. The hero that so many young men and women hold in awe."

"I can do it, ma'am," I replied. "I have some doubts about him, and especially your nephew Remuel, myself."

"It will make things easier if I don't have to convince you there is a problem," she said. "Like everyone else, I overlooked Mordecai's flaws. He was my brother and… well, I felt responsible for him. We were very close when he was growing up and I even married the man who had submitted to my brother as a slave. I don't want to go into it, but it seemed an ideal solution at the time. I needed someone handsome and intelligent who could father my children, stay home, take care of them, and stay out of my way.

"I had six children with Victor, three girls and three boys, and I may have allowed Mordecai too much influence over them. He had little time for the girls of course, but he got his hooks into David at an early age, exposing him to things he shouldn't have known about until he was older. As a result, Mordecai and David seduced David's twin Jonathon. And now, my nephew Remuel has done the same with my youngest child, Micah."

I nodded and said, "I've seen the situation with Micah, and I can't say that I'm not disturbed. Micah is a naïve young man who is being asked to make an important decision that can affect his life, and I am not convinced that he's being given an opportunity to make an informed decision. Your nephew Remuel is a powerful enchanter and… to be honest, he tried to manipulate me."

She raised an eyebrow at that and asked, "Did he try to enchant you?"

"No ma'am," I replied, "but he did use a spell to magnify his charisma. I saw it in an instant because I'm a seer, adeptus expertissimus."

She raised an eyebrow at that. She must have known that I was boasting a little to improve my standing, but there was only one non-honorary rank higher. I didn't mention my rank of enchanter adeptus expertus because I preferred to be known as a vates, a seer. Professor Thorne was already using my enchanter talent to help bind the will of several mundanes on the college staff, which skirted a gray line of ethics for me, so I didn’t want to further encourage those methods.  However, it meant that I wasn't easily charmed either.

"Remuel is dangerous," she agreed. "I think Mordecai is irresponsible, but I think his son is, shall we say, morally and ethically challenged and leave it at that."

I thought about it for a moment and then asked, "What can I do? Micah is an adult and by law he can enter into contracts, even magically binding ones."

"You can make sure that he is given other options," she said. "I know that Micah is extremely submissive. He and Jonathon both inherited that from their father. I had Micah's aura tested three years ago when David bound Jonathon so I would know what to expect, but surely there are other models for submissive men he could at least be exposed to? I don't understand it really. None of the girls in the family have this trait."

I'd known two of the Blume girls at school and I knew that no one would call them submissive. I didn't know the youngest that well. She was in 8th grade when I was a senior. The two I knew well were much like their mother, strong, focused, and very shrewd.

"I can think of at least three different models for such relationships he could see in Severan alone," I said. "I can try to get him to see these other models, but I'm not sure that Remuel will allow it."

"If you're willing to annoy Remuel, and maybe my brother as well, then I have a plan," she said.

"I'm willing, ma'am," I replied. I didn't think about it before answering. Either Mordecai or Esther could give me a leg up with the Conclave, but allying with Esther allowed me to follow my own moral and ethical compass as well.

She pulled out a piece of handmade paper and a stylus, then started writing. She asked me a few questions while she was finalizing the work. Finally, she said, "I'm going to send this letter to my brother on official stationery."

Mordecai Adler, Captain Major of the Custodes, Department of Custodes Errantes,

I am investigating the practice of Contracts of Servitude between mages to determine whether legislative action by the Conclave is necessary pursuant to the Law Prohibiting Magical Coercion of Mages by Other Mages and the Law Prohibiting the Magical Restraint of Mages. It is my intention to determine whether it is standard practice to ensure the opportunity for persons of the first part in such contracts to make informed choices without magical or mundane coercion. To this end, I have instructed a conclave agent at Severan College to observe the contract newly signed by Micah Philo Blume and report back to me. For the purpose of this investigation, it will be necessary to allow a period of no less than nine days, defined as two consecutive Saturdays and Sundays and the days of the week lying between them, between renewals of this contract. This interim period is to be spent under the supervision of the Conclave agent without contact with the party of the second part or any of his agents.

Esther Selah Blume, Elector of the Senior Circle

"That should allow you to separate Micah from Remuel and Mordecai for nine days. Hopefully, you can show him some other options in that time," she said.

"It looks good to me," I replied.

"You'll make an enemy of Mordecai when you do this, unless you act as if you are being forced to be my agent under duress," she said. "That's why I had already retained you as my agent to supervise Micah in college. It makes it logical that I would turn to you to act as my agent in this matter."

She pulled out another piece of homemade paper, this one with a seal of the Conclave on it. She handed it to me and said, "For this to work, you must be a credentialed agent of the Conclave, so I'm appointing you to the position of adjutans extraordinarus in a temporary capacity. You will report directly to me. If this mission is successful, we can talk about making your appointment permanent. This appointment won't place you above Sibyl Thorne in the hierarchy since she's the temporary Severan Dirigent, but I would like regular reports to my office on everything happening in town and at the college as well."

"Thank you ma'am. I'm honored to be considered for this position," I said. And it was true. If I managed this commission well, it could be a huge step for me. Being named special assistant to the Conclave would look very good on my curriculum vitae.

Esther Blume gave me a rare smile and said, "I hear good things about you from Sybil Thorne, and others whom you don't need to know about."

She stood up, grabbed her bag, then shook my hand and asked, "Sebastian, do you know why Mordecai stopped coming over to this house, despite him and your father working together in the Custoditerium?"

"No ma'am," I replied.

"Your grandmother, Agatha Meijer-Trent, didn't like the way he touched you when you were younger," she said. "Your father isn't as perceptive as his mother. He gave his friend far too much leeway with you, and your grandmother has always been protective of you. I know that she can be a difficult woman, but she's only looking out for you. She's the one who recommended you to me in the first place, despite your youth."

 

Elijah

Dinner on Labor Day was a success. I'd had a lot of the athletes over and Kendal had done an excellent job with the food. He liked cooking for others, and he'd grilled chicken and made potato salad, green salad, roasted corn, and fresh baked rolls. He'd also made Texas Chocolate Sheet Cake. Tristan had helped him with the grunt work. I would have invited Sebastian, but he'd taken his new boy to New York to show him off to his parents. And Kyle couldn't come without Nico and Nico wasn't interested. So, it was all mundanes except for me and Tristan. I needed to meet more young mages.

The athletes who'd been here last year were cool with my two boys and so were about half of this year's crew. The real homophobes stayed away since they knew about the three of us; I didn't keep it quiet that I had two pretty little gay boys living with me and I was fucking them both. But some of the boys were a little uncomfortable when they saw me kissing my boys. Fuck them. They aren't shy about kissing their girlfriends in front of me, and it's not like I bent one of them over the table and took him right there in front of them. To be fair, it was probably Kendal's sexy little red dress that freaked them out. The boy was so hot the straight guys were probably throwing wood all afternoon watching him.

But now they were all gone, except for Terrence Green. He was one of the taller basketball players at six foot eight inches, making him half a foot taller than me. He was sticking around because he wanted something. So, while the boys were cleaning up the mess, I took Terrence into the living room and poured us some whisky. I would have used magic to clean up the mess if Terrance weren't here to see me, and Tristan would have while I kept our guest distracted in the living room, but he knew that Kendal liked cleaning up after us; it made him feel like he was doing his part as the house partner. Of course, it was a big job, so I knew that Tristan would be helping without magic and hating every minute of it. I'd make it up to him later.

I waited for Terrance to speak, knowing he had something to say. "About what you saw in my room on Friday," he said. "Um… obviously it doesn't bother you, since you're gay, but I'm… I don't know what… I mean, I don't know whether I like Kyle because I'm… "

"You can say gay, Terrance," I said, "or maybe you want to say bi since you like girls too? I will admit that I was a little surprised when I stopped by to pick up that paperwork for the basketball team. You mask yourself very well."

He blushed, which looked sweet on a guy that big. I waited again. It was my experience that guys who were still questioning their sexuality needed to get things out on their own. And frankly, I had no idea where he was going with this.

"About that, Elijah," he said. "I don't know if I'm bisexual or not. I… I usually close my eyes and think about some guy when I'm having sex with girls."

"So, you're gay, and you're good at pretending. Is that it?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said. "But I'm not comfortable with that word."

I looked at him and smiled. "Why not?" I asked.

"Gay is so fucking white," he said. "I'm not… I'm not like them, even if I do like to fuck guys. I like sports and… you know, guy things. I don't like musicals or… or any of that rainbow crap."

I nodded and explained, "Gay culture can seem really white, like there isn't a place for us in it. And don't get me started on racism in the gay subculture; I could tell you stories that you wouldn't believe, but… you know what? You don't have to call yourself gay. Lots of black guys use the term same sex loving men. It's a mouthful, but it's there if you need it."

I lent him an electronic copy of Noah's Arc and told him to watch it on his computer. "Being gay is not all about the white boys, Terrance," I said. "But from what I saw, you do seem to like your boys whiter than white."

"I do," he whispered, "but I'm not sure it's for the right reasons. What if it's racism? I got so excited thinking about the fact that this white boy was a slave. It makes me feel bad, but I keep thinking of him kneeling before me and calling me master."

I laughed a little and said, "It's okay to play with fantasy, and it's a powerful fantasy. I've had it."

"Is that why you're with Kendal?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I enjoy the fantasy, but Kendal isn't my slave. He's my... he's my sweet little boy wife. I'm in love with him, and with Tristan as well. I'm lucky enough to have two soft boys to call my own, but I know lots of guys who live that fantasy down in Louisville. If you're ever going to be there, I can introduce you to some of them."

"I'm afraid to come out of the closet, Elijah," he said. "It would kill my mother. She's very religious. Hell, so am I if it comes right down to it, but I don't believe that Jesus hates me, or people like me."

"Neither do I, Terrance, neither do I," I said. "But your mama will eventually come around. You shouldn't live a lie because of other people."

He slumped in the chair and seemed to deflate. "I need to know who I am before I say anything," he said.

"Okay boy, there's only one way to figure it out," I said. "Do you want to go to a gay bar with me?"

"A gay bar?" he said. "Won't everyone see me and know I'm gay?"

"Only if they're hanging out in the parking lot," I said. "It's a strip club."

He sat for a moment in indecision, then he said, "Sure. Let's do it."

I patted his knee and went into the kitchen to talk to Kendal and Tristan. "Boys, I'm taking Terrance to the strip club. Do you want to come?"

Tristan looked around the kitchen at the dirty dishes and then he looked at Kendal. I could tell that Kendal was torn. He didn't like leaving housework, but he did like watching sexy strippers. Finally, he nodded and said, "Let's go, but I need to change clothes."

I put my foot down and said, "You look beautiful, baby. Take off your apron and those rubber gloves and grab your purse. We're going now."

In a few minutes we were ready to go. I called us a Lyft because I didn't want to drive drunk, and I was going to have a few drinks if I was ogling the beefcake. I preferred male cheesecake like my boys, but I was eclectic enough to enjoy ogling something rougher and more masculine.

Terrance sat up front and I sat in the back with my boys on either side of me. It wasn't a long trip, but the club was at the far edge of town, next to a barber shop and an eclectic shop that seemed to do body waxing, piercing, and tattooing. I put the trip on my credit card and then we went in.

The Blue Room looked like a dive from the outside, but it wasn't. Inside it was clean and neat, decorated in black leather and chrome. And it was safe. The owner was a powerful were-tiger named Mahendra Khatri who was more than capable of keeping the peace.

The lights were dim except for the stage. Techno music was playing and there was a guy dancing. He was a sexy guy with black skin and a shaved head. He was wearing a gold thong that barely contained his sizable dick. There were about two dozen guys sitting around the stage shouting encouragement to him.

I found us a table near the stage. My boys loved watching men strip. They both kept their hands on me while they were cheering, like they were trying to reassure me that these guys meant nothing to them. The drinks in this bar were overpriced, but they were good. Kendal was sipping a frozen daiquiri and Tristan had a mojito. Terrance was drinking a beer, and I had Scotch and water.

"Is it just Kyle?" I asked Terrance, "or is this guy getting you excited too?"

The basketball player smiled and nodded. "He's definitely doing it for me."

I was watching Terrance adjust himself when the next dancer came on stage, so I didn't notice that it was Zeno. I hadn't known that he was back in town. The boy could dance that was sure. He was a sexy beast, and I meant that literally since he was a werewolf. I wondered if that was why he was so agile. I waved at him and gave him a wink. He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. I didn't know him very well, mostly from watching him dance here at the club and from one of those uncomfortable get togethers Drew and Sebastian had arranged trying to get mages and werewolves to socialize. It was a good idea, except that there was too much hard feeling on both sides. Terrance seemed to be really into Zeno's performance. He'd opened his wallet and pulled out some bills and I saw him leaning over the stage to push them into Zeno's G-string. He was tall enough to reach over the people sitting at the stage and his cock was pressing against the head of a guy with a large bald spot, but the guy didn't seem to mind at all. Oh yeah, Terrance most definitely had a thing for white boys.

Not that it was hard to have a thing for Zeno. He was muscular, but not bulky, and his skin was a beautiful medium olive tone. He must have had some Mediterranean ancestry in him. His hair was dark and curly. He kept it short on the sides with a high fade, but it was fairly long on top. His lips were full (well, full for a white boy) and well-shaped. He kept his body shaved and when he danced it was lightly oiled and gleamed in the stage lights. His cock was pretty good size, and he had it shoved into a tight red dancer's thong that sparkled in the lights. He could roll his abs better than any of the other dancers and he was working it tonight. My dick was hard and pressing uncomfortably against my jeans until Tristan reached over and rearranged it for me.

"You should invite that one over for dinner sometime, Daddy," Tristan whispered. "We've never had a lupipellis before."

He'd used the Latin word that differentiated werewolves from generic skinchangers because we were in a place crowded with mundanes. My boy wasn't wrong. Zeno was sexy enough for me to ask him to join us one night. I'd look into it. He was one of the rare alpha wolves who was a bottom. I'd heard about some of his sexploits through the rumor mill. Sebastian had let it slip that Zeno was now the leader of the wolves at wolf house. Yeah, Sebastian had a thing for Zeno, too. Or at least he was interested enough to keep an eye on his activities. I always thought it was more than just a keen appreciation of the male form; I knew that he sometimes went to watch him dance at the Blue Room. Of course, Sebastian had too much integrity to show more interest in his friend Drew’s boyfriend. I did know that he had used his enchantments to influence the head of the Communications Department so that Zeno would be able to show up in the second semester and still not lose his position in the graduate program.

I looked back over at Terrence and decided to see if I could help him become confident enough to come out. He seemed more straight-laced than me, so I'd have to think on it for a while. Meanwhile, I watched him shove too many bills in G-strings that night, but he was happy. He took a Lyft back to his dorm and I translocated myself and my boys home in an instant.

As soon as we were in the room, Kendal and Tristan were on me, rubbing their hands on my chest and kissing my pecs through my shirt. Then Tristan grabbed Kendal and started kissing him in front of me. I put my hands on their shoulders and gave them a squeeze. I was breathing heavily already. Tristan broke the kiss and looked at me with a smile.

"You took us to that club and got us horny, Daddy, so please fuck us both until we scream," he said. Then he kissed Kendal again and said, "We're going to get into bed and wait for you. Don't be too long, or we'll have to start without you."

I smacked both their butts as they turned and left the room. They were so horny from watching the dancers that I had to use a potency charm to make sure I could satisfy them both tonight. I gave them enough time to make sure they were prepared for me. Kendal especially liked to set up a scene I could walk in on, and tonight was no exception. When I came in, Tristan was wearing a jock with a translucent pouch and Tristan was wearing a pink lacy thong and sheer white stockings that came up to his thighs. They were lying on top of the sheets, gently making out.

At this point, I want to clarify some things about Kendal. He liked to wear sexy feminine clothes, he wore his hair in an effeminate style with shoulder length curls, and he liked to wear lipstick, eyeliner, and eyeshadow, but he identified as gay boy and his preferred pronouns were he, him and his. He confused the hell out of a lot of guys, but I loved the liminality of his life, how he refused to be fully one thing, but lived between categories.

Tristan was a bottom boy, and he was submissive, but he always looked dominant lying next to Kendal. While they were kissing, he was pressing his finger against Kendal's pretty little pink rose bud, while Kendal was stroking Tristan's lithe and wiry arms.

I should also say a little something about Tristan. People don't notice him when he's next to Kendal, not because he isn't cute and adorable, but because Kendal seems to make himself the center of attention with his style and his affect. Tristan isn't effeminate; he's boyish. He's a few inches taller than Kendal, but he's still eight inches shorter than me. And his body is slender and lightly muscled. His skin is that beautiful golden brown some pinoy boys have. He doesn't shave his body, but he's naturally almost hairless. He has dark brown, almond shaped eyes and black hair that hangs in waves to his shoulders when he doesn't have it pulled back in the cutest little boy bun you can imagine.

Tristan's cock is on the smaller side of average, just over five inches, which made him more than an inch bigger than Kendal's tiny thing, but about half the size of mine. He trimmed his bush to a neat buzz, and he kept his butt crack shaved smooth. The two beautiful golden melons that framed it were naturally hairless.

Both my boys were 100% bottoms. When they were pleasing one another, they concentrated on kissing and eating each other's boy holes. I'd never forbidden them to touch their penises, but to the best of my knowledge, they never did. They both preferred to stay horny and wait for me to make them cum. Some of my rowdier friends would try to get me to share them, but I never considered that my prerogative. When my boys decided they wanted to invite one of my friends to join us, I always followed their lead. They would decide together and then ask me to make it happen.

Tristan had dropped hints about Zeno, but he knew I wouldn't do anything about it unless the two of them formally asked me. If I wasn't into it as well, they knew it would never happen because they always waited for me to make the arrangements. Sometimes they would pout. They were still upset that I hadn't asked Sebastian to join us, but I knew him well enough to know that he'd find the situation too weird to get into it. He was much more straightlaced than me.

I used a spell to disrobe and then climbed onto the bed. I took the lead from my boys. If they'd parted so I could move between them, I'd know that they wanted to begin by worshiping my body, but tonight they were obviously too horny for that and they could see that I was ready to go now. So, Tristan pressed harder on Kendal's hole and pushed his butt out toward me. I moved down and put my mouth to his enticing brown hole and started kissing it. This was a common arrangement for us, with Tristan acting like the middle of a sandwich. He would play with Kendal's hole while the two of them kissed, and I would take him first.

I moved from kissing his hole to gently probing it with my tongue. He was so excited that he relaxed and opened his rosebud for me within a few minutes. He'd been diligent enough to use a spell to lubricate his own butt before I'd come in, which meant he'd also used a spell to clean both himself and Kendal.

Tristan was lying on his side, so I lifted one leg and pressed the head of my ten inches against him. He stopped kissing Kendal long enough to moan, "That's it, daddy. I need you inside me so bad."

He squealed a little when I slid the head in. Despite his tiny frame, he had no trouble taking my massive cock. I'd been inside him a hundred times by now. He did throw his head back and moan as I slid the entire shaft inside him. He'd somehow trained his inner sphincter to open when touched from the rectum side, so I slid all the way in without resistance. I knew both my boys well enough to find their gay spot without hunting around for it, so Tristan was soon moaning and wiggling his little butt against me in earnest. I reached round and felt his iron hard dick inside the silky mesh of his jock. It was soaked with his precum. I kept my hand there gently squeezing his shaft while I fucked him.

It wasn't long before Tristan's moans took on a sense of urgency and I knew he was close to cumming. I was close too, but it was the knowledge that my sexy boy was about to cum just from the feeling of my cock in his ass that did it. It made me feel powerful and potent. My nuts drew up next to my body and then I exploded inside him, just as he was crying out, spilling his own smaller load.

"You fuck me so good, Daddy," he cried.

He still had tears in his eyes as he and Kendal pushed me over onto my back so they could clean up my cock and get it ready for round two. Their mouths felt like heaven on my skin, and I lay back and let them worship my dick until they had their fill. Then I got to watch as Kendal pulled Tristan's jock off and fell on his brother-wife's cock to suck all the cum off it. He was smiling around that jock as he sucked the juice out of it while straddling my body.

Kendal pulled the strap of his thong out of the way and lowered himself onto my erect cock. Tristan was holding it upright for him, and I took advantage of that fact to take his hands in mine and hold them tight while he sank slowly down on my rod. He got about eight inches inside him before I hit resistance. Kendal always struggled with this part. Sometimes Tristan would use a charm he'd learned to relax his brother-wife's inner sphincter, but tonight Kendal was excited enough that I was able to pop inside with no real problem, although he gave a sharp gasp when I entered his colon.

Kendal was smaller and narrower in the hips than Tristan, and despite the repeated fucks I'd given him over the last couple years he was so tight that I always thought I would hurt him. That didn't stop the boy from throwing back his head and moaning while he bounced excitedly on my cock. I could see his tiny dick pressing against the lacy front of his thong. He didn't like to show his cock because it was so small that it embarrassed him, but I thought it was cute. Even at his small size, a three-inch cock looked tiny. I grabbed his hips and pressed my thumb against his little erection. I had to monitor him to make sure he had a good orgasm. I never left my boys unsatisfied.

Kendal bounced until he came, and I came with him. When he'd finished, I let Tristan clean up my cock, and I pulled Kendal close so I could lower his thong. "Let me see your pretty penis, baby," I rumbled at him.

Kendal was smiling when I lowered his lacy thong. He kept his whole body hairless, and his cute little three inches were still hard and covered by his cum. I grabbed his hips and pulled him close so I could lick him clean and then swallow his little penis.

"Thank you, Daddy," he whispered when I was done.

Then the three of us settled in to sleep. I was in the middle with both my boy’s faces pressed against my armpits, my arms around them, the middle finger of each hand buried in a wet boy hole. I was a man with two beautiful boys who loved me, and they loved each other so much that there was no strife between them. I planned to marry both of them in the mage tradition. I'd found a mage universalist priestess who would do the ceremony for us. It wouldn't count in the mundane world, but that's why both boys had given me power of attorney. We shared bank accounts and had intertwined our lives to the maximum extent supported by the law. Even this house was in all three of our names, as was the car.

Kendal's mother would be happy to attend the wedding, and he had no contact with his homophobic father. Tristan's parents had come to accept our relationship once they realized it wasn't a phase he was going through, not the gay part (that had never bothered them) but the polyamorous part. Maybe we'd get married in that fancy Butternut resort. It had magical security, but then I wouldn't be able to invite any of the brothers from my Louisville club.

 

Sebastian

Labor Day was busy at the beach, but it was fun. I'd mentioned Jones Beach because I'd seen Ethan's t-shirt. He’d told me that he'd been to all the beaches on the barrier islands and thought Smith Point was the best, so that's where we went. We played in the ocean. I horsed around with Ethan a little in the water. At one point I threatened to pull his trunks off, sending him into a laughing fit as he struggled to get away. Then we ate some food from the concessions, not because we were that hungry or because the food was that good, but because it was the thing to do. Finally, we spent some time lying next to each other on a towel, kissing occasionally. An older gay couple walked by and told us that we were cute together. That made Ethan blush, but I just said, "thank you", and then kissed my boy again.

We kept it no more than PG because there were families around, but I wanted Ethan to know that we were a couple and that we were on a date. Although the beach was open all year, September was the last month where the water was warm enough to enjoy it, so people were trying to get their last beach days in before it got cold. For me the best part of the trip was seeing Ethan so happy.

I used a spell to finish drying us off before we got back into the car so we could enjoy the road trip back to the brownstone. He snuggled up next to me and said, "Thank you, Sebastian. You're too good to me. It's like you know what I want most, without even asking, and then you give it to me. I think I love you."

And there, he'd said it. I was experienced enough to know that we hadn't known each other long enough to call it love, but younger guys felt everything deeply. I did before Aronus had destroyed my naivete. I wasn't going to do that to Ethan, and I wasn't going to hurt him. He needed me to acknowledge his feelings right now.

"I love you too, Ethan," I said, kissing the top of his head. Deep inside I suspected that I was speaking the truth even though my logical mind was trying too hard to analyze my feelings.

He crawled into my lap, facing me. He nervously kissed my lips, tentatively like he was afraid I was going to reject him. I kissed him back and slid my hand under his tee shirt to rub his back. He bounced a little and I felt a thrill run through my dick. What the hell? I thought. It was an hour ride back to Manhattan.

I pulled off his tee shirt, exposing his slender chest. He had the natural lithe musculature of an active teen, and those arcane sigilla on his body only enhanced his erotic appeal. I kissed the marks and traced them with my tongue. There was a strange metallic aftertaste, like when you lick a battery.

Ethan giggled and pressed his erection against my abdomen. I slid my right hand down and worked it inside his board shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear, so I could reach his tight little hole easily. I pulled my finger out and wet it in my mouth, then began rubbing his hole lightly. His giggles had turned into moans.

He whispered, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

I kissed him again and said, "No, baby, that can wait. I'm going to play with your little pretty butt for a while, but I'm staying outside for now. There's a lot I still need to show you before then. Okay?"

He thrust out his bottom lip and gave me a fake pout, so I bit it gently and then tilted his head to nibble the little dimple on his chin. He started laughing again. "I guess I have no choice but to wait since you don't want me."

I tickled him and pushed him down on the seat of the car. "Oh, I want you," I said, "and I'll take you when I'm ready, but right now I'm going to show you something you're going to like."

I grabbed the waistband of his board shorts and pulled them off with a single forceful tug, leaving his erect penis bouncing around against the sparse nest of golden pubic hair. The head was glistening with precum. I kissed it and he gasped sharply. I flicked my tongue across the head and tasted him.

I moved down and kissed his scrotum and his delicate balls. They were already pulled near his body, although not as tight as they would be soon. Then I kissed his perineum, just behind his scrotum, and he gave a little gasp. I lifted his hips up and kissed both his cheeks on the bottom, then I ran my tongue up his crack and brushed against his little rosebud. That's when he squealed; it was an actual squeal that echoed around the cab.

"What was that sound?" I asked.

"Sorry," he said. "It just felt weird."

"Weird as in oh no, that feels weird, please stop, or…?" I asked.

"No! Weird as in I never felt anything like that before, but I don't want you to stop. Please, do it again," he begged.

I laughed at him and said, "I'll do it again if you don't think it's too weird."

Then I lifted his hips and licked him again. He gasped again but he didn't say anything. I flicked my tongue over his tasty hole. I teased him until he started to relax, then he opened and let me inside.

"Your pretty little boy hole tastes good," I said. "And it opened for me like the beautiful flower it is."

I pulled his hips up again and buried my face in his butt. I thrust my tongue inside him and probed him for a few more minutes. He grabbed my wrists with his hands and squeezed them. I was going to pull back and play with his butt with my finger, but I knew that if I touched his prostate, he would be begging me to touch it all the time and then I would end up fucking him too early.

"Did you like that," I asked, pulling him up so that he was sitting on my lap again. I licked my lips to show him that I really did like his taste.

"Yes!" he yelled. "It was the best! I thought I was going to cum just from your tongue. Can I do you?"

He was positively beaming with excitement. I kissed his lips and asked, "You want to taste my hole?"

"Yes," he said tentatively. "I mean. It's allowed, isn't it? I don't know the rules."

I hugged him and kissed him for a few minutes, then I replied. "There are no rules like you're thinking about, Golden Boy. That's not who I am. Whatever you want to try, I want you to try it. If you like it, we'll do it again. If you don't, we won't. I have more experience than you, and I'm happy to guide you, but I'm not your boss. We're in this together."

"Then I want to do you," he said.

I magicked my clothes off and lay down on my stomach. There was no way that Ethan was going to be able to lift my hips. He knelt behind me and kissed my butt. He pulled my cheeks apart and giggled.

"What's so funny," I asked.

"Your butt crack is hairy," he said, chuckling.

"Does that bother you?" I asked. "I can remove it right now with a word."

I could feel his finger moving between my cheeks, stroking my hole, and playing with the fine hairs. "No, it doesn't bother me. Does mine bother you?"

I didn't let myself chuckle because the tone of his voice told me that he was asking something more with this question. He barely had any hair on his butt, or anywhere else for that matter. He probably wondered if I wanted him to remove his like so many of the other twinks in the dorm did this year. Thrice-Great forbid that he do anything to make himself look younger!

"No, it doesn't," I said. "I love you the way you are."

"I like yours too," he said. "It's sexy."

Then I felt his tongue move between my cheeks. He started tentatively, but then he applied more gusto. He lacked experience, but he made up for it in enthusiasm. His tongue felt good. From the first time he'd touched my hole while exploring my body, I'd been using magic to keep myself clean inside, so there were no surprises. He poked my hole with his tongue. I thought he was trying to open it the way I'd opened him. I didn't want him to get too frustrated. He'd get better with practice, but for now I murmured a relaxing charm and my anus opened for him. And that felt good.

For a beginner, he was an eager learner. He probed my ass with his tongue, sending shivers up my spine, while his hands rubbed my butt. I let out a couple of low moans to show my pleasure. “If I didn’t know better, I would swear that this wasn’t your first time, Ethan. Your tongue feels amazing.”

That made him feel good. He dove in with even more enthusiasm, stopping occasionally to catch his breath and kiss my buttocks all over. I lay back and allowed him to explore my ass with his tongue for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want it to stop. In fact, I was imagining him following it up with his cock, but that would have to wait.

He held out longer than I thought he would, and when he stopped, he climbed on my back and kissed my cheek. "You taste good too, Sebastian," he said.

I rolled over beneath him so that we could make out some more, then he lay in my arms, and we masturbated each other. The window was up between the front and back seats, so the lightning that accompanied his orgasm didn't "kill" the driver. Of course, he couldn't be killed like a person since he wasn't real. Grandmother had conjured him out of raw numina, but I didn't want to drive back, and I didn't know how to conjure another one.

When we got back to the brownstone we had dinner. Everyone was pleasant. Even grandmother seemed tolerant, and she indulged Ethan like she was his grandmother as well. She didn't offer him alcohol, but she did ply him with several desserts and then had the conjured staff pack some more for him to take back home.

As we were preparing to leave, Grandmother said, "You're a sweet boy, Ethan, and I want you to know you're welcome here any time, with or without Sebastian."

Then she kissed my cheek and said, giving me a smile as indulgent as the one she'd given Ethan, "Overall, I think I approve of this one, dear. Treat him right, and if the day ever comes, I'll pay for a massive wedding in the Temple."

She'd managed to surprise me again. I hugged Ethan close to me and promised that we would come back to visit soon. Then I took Ethan and all his new stuff back to college, going from the magic circle in the basement to the one on the carpet in my room. Of course, he spent the night. Ethan was essentially my roommate. He needed his own room for when I had mage business to handle, but otherwise he was with me.

 

Micah

My mind was still in a-whirl from last weekend. Everything was moving so fast. When Remy and I had been together at the Academy, he'd been domineering, but it hadn't been like this. He'd told me what to do and I had done it. I liked it, but I never felt like I was… how did I feel now? I felt completely powerless. In a way, it was exciting, but in another way it was scary. My father seemed to like being Uncle Mordecai's slave, but Uncle Mordecai never hit him or… I mean, he still talked to him like he was his lover.

And I'd never been able to read Mother's face and body language so I couldn't tell what she thought about the whole thing. She seemed to accept it, or to tolerate it, at least. What was Sebastian going to say when I got back to campus? And what were Oliver and Cameron going to say?

I found out when Remy dropped me off at campus. I had to go to the room I shared with Ethan so I could change clothes and get my stuff. Since I'd been gone all weekend, Oliver and Cameron were waiting for me. When I got to the door, they were sitting in the hallway, and they followed me into my room.

"Why are you wearing a collar, and why are you wearing leather cuffs on your wrists and on your ankles?" Cameron asked. I'd forgotten that I was wearing them, but the look on Cameron’s face was hard for me to figure out. It wasn’t anger. It was more like a combination of sadness and shock. Why couldn’t he just be happy for me? Even if I wasn’t entirely sure I was happy with the situation myself.

I sighed and said, "Remy's in town and we're back together."

I started changing shirts. Nothing I owned would cover the collar and cuffs. I could wear long pants, but all my long pants were fashionably short enough to show my ankle socks.

"You didn't answer my question," Cameron said. "I asked why you're wearing a collar and cuffs."

"It's obvious," Oliver said. "Remy's back and he and Micah have taken up where they left off, only now they've decided to take it to the next level."

Cameron put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Micah, Remy Adler is an asshole. He treated you like shit back in school and that was when there were staff members around to scare him into not going too far. Who knows what he'll do when no one is watching? I was happy to see him graduate and hoped never to see him again."

"Cameron, you're my friend and I need you to support me while I'm trying to figure things out," I said. "Please don't be like this."

"It's Micah's life, Cameron, so you need to let him live it," Oliver said. "He's always been different from us. You know that. And he's smart enough to watch out for himself."

"Thank you, Oliver," I replied. "I knew I could count on you to be the voice of reason."

Cameron glared at Oliver, but Oliver ignored him and started getting my books ready for me, while I was trying to figure out how to wear socks with the ankle cuffs. Oliver finished putting my books in my backpack. He knew my schedule. The three of us had taken as many of the same classes in the same section as possible.

"What's your safe word?" Oliver asked, putting the bag on the bed.

"My what?" I asked, looking perplexed. I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Your safe word," he repeated, "the word you can say that will make Remy stop what he's doing. In a BDSM relationship the power to stop any activity is supposed to belong to the submissive partner who can halt any activity by saying the safe word. What's yours?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't need that with Remy. He understands me, and he doesn't make me do things I won't like, or at least things I won't come to like once I get used to them."

Cameron started to yell at me, but Oliver interrupted again. "Leave it alone Cameron. Micah's not dumb, if he says he doesn't need a safe word then we have to respect him enough to trust him on that."

Then he looked at me and shrugged. "Be you, man," he said, "but I'd really like to look at the contract you signed. You did sign one, right, since you didn't set up a safe word?"

"I have a contract, but it's not here. It's back at Master Remy's house," I said.

Cameron asked, "Your Uncle Mordecai's house, right?"

"Yes, he lives with his father," I admitted.

Oliver said, "Well that's good then. Your uncle is a custos; I'm sure he won't let anything illegal happen under his roof. But I'm still curious and would like to see the contract. There's no reason you can't share it; is there?"

"No, I can bring it in sometime," I said. I knew that if Cameron read it, he'd freak out. I could probably make Oliver understand. He didn't get emotional about things like Cameron did.

We walked to class then. It was embarrassing to be seen wearing the collar and cuffs, but it was easier because Cameron and Oliver were with me. I kept thinking about everything that had happened this weekend. I'd lost my virginity, but it hadn't been like I'd imagined it. I hadn't really enjoyed it at all. It had been painful and brutal. Afterwards, I'd felt a sense of accomplishment, but I'd been both a virgin and fucked nine times that day. And I'd felt weird and uncomfortable when my brother had taken me. I still felt weird about it.

 

Cameron

Micah was in the bathroom during lunch, and I finally had a chance to talk to Oliver. I was angry with him for not supporting me. He'd gone out of his way all day to say supportive things to Micah, undermining every argument I'd brought up.

"I can't believe that you're really okay with all this," I said. "You must know what a jerk Remy Adler is. You of all people should know that after he kept touching you back in freshman year. I tried to get you to go to the headmaster and you wouldn't."

"And he stopped when I put that crawling itch curse on him," he said. "I'm not like you, Cameron. I don't get staff to fight my battles for me. When I showed him that it didn't matter how much bigger than me he was, because I was twice the mage he was even as a freshman, he left me alone. Well, he did after I joined the dueling club and hit him with that incontinence curse."

I laughed at that one. The nurse hadn't been able to break it. "I can't believe you didn't get in trouble for that," I said. "You were only supposed to use regulation curses in tournament duels."

"I had detention until the curse was broken, but it was worth it," he said. "I did that one in front of the whole club, so he couldn't pretend that he hadn't been bested by a freshman."

"How did you keep the nurse from breaking it," I asked, sidetracked by curiosity now.

"I put it under a spell-lock and then I sequestered my memory of the lock, so no one could get to it for a month. Even I couldn't remember what it was," he said. "I always suspected that the headmaster knew, but she never said anything to me about it. I don't think she liked Remy very much either."

"What finally broke the curse?" I asked.

"I'd set it to break if he drank urine," he said. "Once the memory became available, I handed him a bottle with my urine in it and told him that he had to drink the whole thing if he wanted to break it. He was going to hit me, but I promised him I'd strike back with an anal bleeding curse and that I'd do it over summer vacation so he couldn't go cry to the headmaster. He was afraid of me, and he should have been. I'll bet I'm still twice the mage he'll ever be."

Oliver was smaller than Micah or me, but he had a hard edge to him that both of us lacked. And his mom thought the world revolved around him. When the school had called her in for a conference after that incontinence curse, she said the school should give him an award for working such advanced magic at a young age instead of punishing him.

"I'm not okay with any of this, Cameron," he said, "but if you keep telling him that he's being stupid it's going to make him become more obstinate."

"Then what do we do?" I asked.

"We support him because he's our friend," he said, "but I've put some doubts in his mind already. And I copied the memory of that conversation into a mnemonic crystal and I'm going to give a copy of it to Sebastian. He's the mage in charge you know. My dad says that the Conclave has their eye on him for advancement. I only know what I read in books. I don't know anything about voluntary enslavement contracts, so I'm going to talk to a Dom everyone respects. I'm going to talk to Jason."

I took a deep breath. I wished I had the courage to talk to Jason Lee. He was one of the most dominant guys on campus. I wanted someone like him, or like Sebastian, to help me figure out what I could do to help me win Micah away from Remy. Severan, Ohio was far enough away from the major centers of mage culture that I’d hoped to be able to get Micah away from Remy and spend some time alone with him, and maybe finally work up the courage to tell him how I felt.

The problem as I saw it was that Micah really wanted a dominant guy, and I didn’t think about relationships in that way. But I knew that I would have to start or I would lose Micah to Remy forever. If I were Oliver, I could just challenge Remy to a duel, but I suspected that I would lose in a humiliating way if I tried that approach.

My musings were interrupted when Micah came back into the room. We had to get to our next class. I would try to follow Oliver's plan and hope for the best.

 

Sebastian

I'd left Ethan to complete some homework with the twink trio. It was before Remy was scheduled to pick Micah up, so I drove out to the Adler household to speak with Mordecai, and Remy if he was available. And that's why I was sitting in the living room and Mordecai was giving me suspicious looks. He was holding a copy of the letter Esther Blume had given me. It had been delivered to him this morning.

"Were you responsible for this?" he asked. His tone wasn't as friendly as it had been the other day.

"No, sir," I said. "Esther Blume contacted me because I was already watching over Micah for her. I certainly didn't ask for this job. It looks like a major hassle, and I'm swamped already."

"What does it mean?" Remy asked, tapping his wand against his thigh.

"It means that my sister is threatening to interfere not just with us but with the entire master-slave subculture," Mordecai said. "She's `conducting a study' to determine what rules and regulations need to be put into place. And she's going to interfere with your training of Micah."

"According to my understanding," I said, "I must observe and report everything back to Esther Blume's subcommittee. And I must supervise Micah more closely than I'd planned. I'll need to keep him on campus to provide study time with his peers. I'll have to ensure that he has a full week separate from his master and his master's agents – that would be all of you, Remy, including your father, Micah's father and his two brothers who are also involved in the subculture. It sounds like a lot of work, but if I decline they'll just find someone else, maybe someone pursuing an agenda against you."

"I think that covers it," Mordecai said.

Remy interrupted, "She can't do that. Our friends can put an end to this investigation just like that!"

"No!" Mordecai said. "Her faction is powerful enough to cause a big stink and people don't understand us. They'll assume the worst and she'll be empowered to draft regulations anyway. We're going to cooperate and then see which way the wind is blowing."

Then he stood up and held out his hand to me. "Sebastian, I know you didn't ask for this job, and I trust you to be fair and impartial in your reporting."

"That's my intention, sir," I said.

I left him fuming after arranging to have Micah on campus from nine until four every day. I kept wondering whom I could get to pry him away from Remy. But I did know that he was going to spend the night with Elijah and his boys one night, just to see how other dominant men interacted with their boys. What I didn't expect was to have a text message from Oliver asking to see me once Micah was gone.

Oliver was a hard nut for me to crack. He was an excellent mage. I remembered how he'd been the only one who'd been ready for my test the other day when I'd ambushed them in Micah and Ethan's room. He was extremely intelligent, but he had a hard time reading social cues.

His school records showed that he'd been highly advanced at the Academy. He'd earned a genius award in each of his years at the school and the Septimal Award, like I had, for high achievement over the entire seven-year program. And I'd been surprised to find that he'd earned a minimum of gradus dignissimus in every single subject taught by the school and half his certifications were gradus expertus. To say that I was impressed would have been the understatement of the year. I wasn’t sure I’d ever encountered someone who’d done so well across the board.

He'd joined the dueling club in his freshman year but was kicked out after using an illegal curse on another student. And that other student had been none other than Remuel Adler. He was brave, but maybe a little bit vindictive, given that he'd planned his attack on Remy down to enrolling in the dueling club to take him down in front of his friends.

"What did you need to see me about, Oliver," I asked.

He looked at me with those big eyes and said, "Do you know that Micah's in trouble, but he doesn't know it?"

"I know, Oliver," I said. "I'm limited in what I can do, but I'm doing what I can – and no, I can't tell you what it is that I'm doing."

"Good," he said. "I want to trust you. I don't know how well you know Remuel Adler, but I went to school with him for five years. He's an abusive ass, and I thought we were done with him, but now he's got a hold of Micah again and I'm not going to let him get away with it."

"What happened between you and him back in school?" I asked. "I know what you did to him. I just don't know why."

Oliver looked around the room for a minute and he said, "He trapped me in a classroom, and he made me have sex with him. And then he kept touching me afterward and making obnoxious kissing faces at me. It was all because I'd called him a pathetic bully for treating Micah the way he did."

"Did he rape you?" I asked.

Oliver nodded and said, "He did, and then he wouldn't stop harassing me."

I wished that I could disbelieve him, but Remy had always thought he did any guy a favor by fucking him. I could easily see him crossing that line. "And so, you cursed him?" I asked.

He told me the whole story about how he'd done it, and how he'd made Remy drink a bottle of his urine to reverse it. We talked about curses, and he mentioned some creative ones he'd designed that he hadn't tested yet. In addition to the anal bleeding curse, he had another that made the target's skin flake off leaving raw red skin underneath, another that made the target drool diarrhea, and another that caused the target's skin to burn like it was splashed with acid.

"If you never try these curses, how do you know they'll work?" I asked.

Oliver shrugged. "Modifying magic spells is easy, if you understand how words, thoughts and gestures shape the magic of the spells. I like to play with the concepts."

This kid was more than a little amazing. He was going to need someone to look out for him. He told me that he was studying physics because he thought magic could be used to modify the fundamental forces of the universe if the mage understood enough about those forces.

He also told me about Micah's lack of a safe word. "He's putting himself at risk and he's not even asking the correct questions. Heck, he's not asking any questions. He's just doing what he thinks Remuel wants without question."

"If you can be my eyes and ears to let me know what Micah's doing, it will help me figure things out," I said.

"Okay," he replied, "but you have to do a better job than you did with Kyle."

"What?" I asked, a little shocked by his effrontery. "What about Kyle? Do you mean Kyle Mason?"

Oliver nodded and said, "It's not right what's happening to him. He's sorry for what he did, and he's not the same person he was when he did it."

I shook my head. "Maybe, maybe not," I said, impressed by his temerity in taking me to task like that. Of course, I was feeling guilty about Kyle without his prompting, but I wasn't sure what I could do.

"Would you believe me if I said that I'm trying to do something on that issue, as well?" I asked. "It's harder than the Micah situation, Oliver. Kyle is mundane which means none of the magical laws protect him. I'm trying to do something, but I am forced to work within the limits of the law."

"Like I said, I want to trust you. Not because you're sexy, even though you are, that's not a reason to trust someone. I want to trust you because you're the one who's in charge and I want to be able to trust you in the same way the person who put you in this position does."

After our meeting, Oliver and I went over to get Ethan. He was in his room with Cameron. They'd finished the reading for class and Cameron was standing behind Ethan, helping him with the motions for a simple cleaning spell. Ethan got it right just when we walked into the room. Cameron grabbed him and hugged him but jumped away when he saw me.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean anything," he said. "I wasn't doing anything."

I walked over and hugged him with my right arm and Ethan with my left. "It's okay for you boys to be friends. I hug my friends all the time."

"I just didn't want you to think I'm trying to take your boyfriend," he said nervously.

"That's why Remy wouldn't leave me alone," Oliver said. "It was because I kept trying to help Micah and he said I was trying to take his boyfriend away."

"Hey guys, I'm not Remuel," I said. "I'm not a jealous jerk."

"Can we all go have dinner together?" Ethan asked.

"Of course we can," I said.

All four of us went to Steak and Shake. It wasn't on the menu, but they made Oliver a grilled cheese sandwich since he was a vegetarian. Their burgers were big, so Cameron and Ethan split one. I had the chili. All four of us had milkshakes. The boys were laughing and goofing around, going on about nonsense, and I had to remind myself that this was what happened when you were dating a seventeen-year-old.

After dinner, the boys played video games in Cameron and Oliver's room until 9:00 p.m., which gave me a chance to get my own work done. I was glad that Ethan was making friends. He needed something normal right now and, right on time, he came back to my room.

We were showering together, mostly concentrating on getting clean with only the occasional break for kissing and playing around. When we'd finished up and dried ourselves off we went to bed. I held him and we gently explored each other's bodies. Then we lay there and masturbated each other until we came. There was less lightning every day.

This weekend, I was going to teach the boy how good it felt to get his cock sucked. I wanted to show him at least as much as he wanted to be shown. It had been all I could do not to follow my desires and swallow it quickly while we were exploring each other’s bodies over the last couple of days.  I assumed that he would show the same eagerness he had in our other activities, so I’d also be able to teach him how to suck cock. I couldn’t help but hope that my dick, his first, would be enough for him, but I was prepared to teach him and let him go his own way if that’s how things played out. Fellatio was the name for sucking cock in both English and Latin. We’d work on that before we worked on irrumatio, the art of feeding someone your dick.

 

Micah

When Master Remy came to pick me up, I could tell that he was upset. My heart sank a little because this relationship wasn’t proving to be what I’d imagined. He’d been demanding at the Academy, but he hadn’t gone back and forth between neglecting me and being mean. It was like becoming his slave had changed me from being a person to being just a possession. Where was the fun in this relationship? Wasn’t I supposed to be treated like a sexy slave instead of just an object for him to use? I’d gotten up early, as I’d been commanded to do, and I’d used magic to prepare myself for him, cleaning my body and my butt, and lubing my ass so that he could make use of it if he wanted. I was tempted to use a basic healing spell (the only one I knew) to repair the bruising and abrasion brought on by the brutal fucking I’d taken yesterday, but I remembered Remy’s words from last night.

When my brother David had offered to heal me, Remy had laughed like it was a joke. “No fucking way, David. A slave’s hole should always hurt a little to remind him that he’s a slave.”

No one had laughed except him, but no one had said anything to contradict him either.

This morning I’d awakened him with a blowjob, slowly and sensually licking and teasing his cock before skinning back the foreskin and taking the head into my mouth. He hadn’t cleaned himself yet this morning and he tasted of sweat, old cum and my ass. I’d never tasted that combination before, but I didn’t hate it.

I was teasing the head of his cock with my tongue when he awoke. He put his hands on my head and forced it down on his cock so that I was gagging and choking. His strong arms prevented me from pulling back and he held me tight against his groin, unable to breathe. I started to panic and began making whimpering noises in my throat and thankfully Remy loosened his grip just enough for me to pull back and take a breath. In mere seconds he pulled my face back down and speared my throat a second time.

“That’s it, Slave. Choke on my cock,” he commanded.

I had no choice. This wasn’t a blowjob, it was face-fucking, pure and simple. I thought I’d be giving him long, sensual blowjobs, but apparently I was nothing but a series of holes for him to use. No matter what I did, it didn’t seem good enough for him. I considered myself a fairly talented cocksucker. I’d been giving blowjobs since my seventh grade year, so I had six years’ experience. Oliver and Cameron both praised my cocksucking skills and I’d never had a complaint from any of the guys I’d blown casually over the years.

Remy fucked my face for several minutes. Then pulled me close and held me there with my nose pressed into his sweaty pubes until his cock sprayed my throat with his spunk. He held me there while he groaned, “Fuck yeah, Slave! Your pretty mouth is just hole for me to fuck! Suck that load right down your gullet, Bitch!”

When he finished, he pulled out and slapped my face - not gently, but not enough to hurt. “Go fix me an omelet with cheese and mushrooms. I’ll take coffee and fresh orange juice.” I didn’t waste time. I ran down and got everything done before he descended. I served him while he ate and then barely had time to grab a jar of the refrigerator oatmeal Dad kept as emergency slave rations.

I’d spent all day being reminded of my slave status. My collar and cuffs were visible, provoking some comments, especially from my friends, and my ass had been throbbing non-stop. It didn’t matter whether I was standing or sitting. I spent the day feeling humiliated, my ears burning from the laughter. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to spend every day as an object of ridicule. Why couldn’t he have given me a nice golden necklace with my name on it, like Alonzo’s roommate had done for him? It was almost like Master Remy didn’t even like me, let alone love me.

And now that Remy was driving me back to his house, I hoped I hadn't done anything to make him mad. He drove without saying anything. When we walked through the door, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. "Strip first," he commanded.

I took my clothes off and folded them neatly. There was a shelf near the door with cubbies to store things temporarily, so I put my clothes inside and dropped to my knees in front of him, bowing my head. I leaned forward and kissed his feet. I knew from the last few days that this was what my master expected.

"How did it go at school, Slave?" my master asked.

I kept my head bowed when I answered, "My classes went okay, master. Some of the other students asked about my collar and cuffs."

"Did you tell them you were a slave?" Master asked.

"No, Master, I said it wasn't their business," I replied.

He reached down and lifted my chin, so I was looking at his face. "From now on, whenever anyone asks you about them, tell them that you're a slave, that you volunteered to become your master's property. Tell them you do anything your master tells you to do. Be proud of being my slave."

"Yes, Master," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't think of that."

"That's because you don't think," he said. "You never have. I don't think you're stupid; you're just too lazy to think. I'll break you of that. If you don't tell them the truth next time, I'll give you a caning when you get back home."

"Yes, Master," I said.

Then Master led me into the kitchen to help my father finish cooking. It was going to be a celebratory dinner for the masters because my brothers had found a house of their own. Master Mordecai had told Master David that they were welcome to stay, but David said that they needed their own place so they could see clients for their healing business. They had registered as licensed naturopathic healers, and they were going to see mundane clients as well as mages and even versipelles if they came.

I had time to help Dad put the finishing touches on dinner. We served the masters their dinner and took our place under the table servicing their cocks while they ate.

While eating they were talking about their business. “We can disguise healing magic as reiki, acupuncture, aromatic oils, herbal remedies, crystal therapy, and guided meditation. We can cure obesity, unwanted hair, hair loss, metabolic diseases, vision problems, illness, skin blemishes, and many other ailments. It won’t break the velamen arcanum so long as our mundane clients believe that we’re practicing legitimate alternative medicine.”

“Are mundanes really that important to your business?” Master Remy asked.

David laughed. “Ita vero! There are a lot of mundanes, and even though our prices are reasonable, that adds up to a good income. $100 a session to restore lost hair, remove unwanted hair, or to remove unwanted pounds from just a hundred or so clients is very good money.”

Master Mordecai seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then he asked, “What would your mother say if she found out you were charging mundane clients a recurring fee when you could just end their life threatening conditions with a single spell. She was a cosponsor on the Lex de Mundanis ab Contumelia Protegentibus last year, after all.”

David nodded and replied, “We charge more for fixing life threatening problems, but there is no recurring fee. We spread the spell out over multiple sessions and charge for each session, however. We have to do it that way to provide verisimilitude for the mundane to believe that the healing is natural, and also to spread the cost out. But those spells are permanent. There’s a set of prices approved by the Sodalitas Asclepiana for charging mundanes, and we’ll keep our prices near the lower end. Best practice is to extend the duration of cosmetic treatments so that they last one month, then three, then six, then forever. Apparently, mundanes can accept that as natural more easily than a single one and done treatment.”

When the three masters were done eating, Dad and I did the clean up because David and Jonathon had to go to their new house, but they both came in to say goodbye.

Jonathon hugged me tight and whispered, "I'm here for you, if you need to talk, Micah. It's not the same for me as it is for you. David and I discovered sex together and I had always done what he said even when we were children. But I can still answer your questions, any of your questions."

When David came in, he kissed my forehead and said, "I did plan on collecting both my submissive brothers, but it may be better this way. I love you, brother, but I'm in love with Jonathon, if you know what I mean – which may make me a narcissist. If you need to talk to anyone, call Jonathon. It would be more appropriate for him to answer your questions than it would be for me. He wouldn't be a master interfering with another master's slave."

He then leaned in close and whispered insistently in my ear, “I’m not joking, call Jonathon! The two of you need to talk.”

After cleanup, Master told me to go up to his room. I carried my clothes to put them away in the slave wardrobe in the spare room that I shared with my dad and then went into Master Remy’s room and knelt at master's feet to kiss them.

"Suck my cock, Slave," he demanded.

"Yes, Master," I replied.

I knew that I had to undress him properly before he took me, so I removed his slippers from his feet and placed them by the bed. Then I reached up and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down and letting his step out of them before placing them in the hamper. Then I stood up and helped him out of his shirt. He was standing before me in his boxers.

Master Remy had been strong in school, but since graduating he'd grown into a powerful man, with broad shoulders and a muscular body. His thighs were thick, powerful, and well-formed. His dark skin was covered with a thick coat of black hair that made him look like a real man. He made me feel inferior, like I was a scrawny, pathetic creature who was born to serve men like him.

With trembling hands, I reached up and slowly pulled his boxers down, revealing his magnificent cock. It was eight inches long and thick. I touched it with nervous fingers. He was already semi-hard, but he became fully erect when I kissed it. His cock looked big even when he wasn't hard, unlike mine, which pulled back into a little nub when I wasn't erect.

I'd been in awe of Master Remy's cock from the moment he first showed it to me. I was a submissive gay kid (although I didn't know what that was at the time) and I'd worshiped my older cousin even before going to the same school. I was in sixth grade, and he was in eighth. He promised to watch over me in school and I was only too happy to let him.

I had no trouble taking the entirety of his cock in my mouth, I'd done it for five years at school. I relaxed my throat and pulled him in, right to the base, burying my face in his pubic hair. My tongue was tickling the front of his scrotum, and I could feel his hands on my head.

"You're an excellent cocksucker, Slave," he rumbled.

I reached up and fondled his heavy balls. They were so much bigger than mine that they made me feel even weaker compared to him. He wasn't just a man. He was my master. I swallowed his cum then we got ready for bed. I slept curled next to him, and he had his arms wrapped possessively around me.

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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 Elf Master 9.

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