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Warning: Contains homosexual and bisexual identity themes and content.

Credit: This story benefited immensely from critical suggestions by pre-reader Astral_Flame. Thank you for your efforts.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Tim or Dan, please feel free to pretend this is about you.

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Dan

Preface

It’s been months and months since I almost died at Blackwater. So much has changed that it seems almost magical. However, along the way, my journey has been dark and dangerous. And I nearly lost my two best friends in the world.

I was sitting, looking out from my 11th-floor apartment over the city, and the sun brightened the room. I turned the shiny Ensorcelled card over and over in my hands. A normal-looking Seven of Wands. But this one… Tim had commissioned it specially from the private company that published Ensorcelled, using his own art design. Yeah, they do that. They are different.

In addition to the Mandelbrodt sets decorating the wands, this one had contained seven major arcana in hidden etchings in the surface coating of the card. Enchantments of exceptional power and range.

The card was for a role-playing fantasy game. Tim and I, and later, Juliet too, played it at the University.

It’s just a game. The card itself is just plastic-coated paper with intricate printing.

But for me, it’s a symbol of my rebirth, recovery, as if seven major arcana enchantments had intervened and… blessed me with new life.

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Tim

Late fall continued to drag on and on, and most students were counting down the weeks to the end of the semester and winter break.

My ass still hurt from the pounding inflicted at Cow House a few days ago. First fisting from Sven, and then the next day, about a foot of fat penis from JK. That had stretched my butt’s innards to oblivion.

But more than that, my whole heart ached from the emotion, betrayal, and abuse I had endured in the last few weeks.

Dan. He had nearly killed himself because of homophobia. He had a fear of his own homosexual orientation, of somehow becoming gay. I guess he still didn’t know about me, or at least, had chosen to ignore my sexual orientation. I had been gay for as long as I can remember. But I had to suppress it, pretend differently.

Still, with respect to Dan, I felt that somehow, even though he had not gone over the rail at Blackwater, I had lost a friend forever.

I wasn’t able to even fantasize about him anymore.

Then, Juliet. Fuck! I had wanted to scold her about damaging Dan with her exotic and intense group sex. He had gone from incel to not a virgin to butt sex to group sex to gay sex. In a weekend! It had exploded his head, leading him to a suicide attempt. I wanted to have her slow down, just, you know, just love the guy. Like normal. Even if I couldn’t have him for me. To just be, you know, normal to him.

Instead, she denied it all. Then she bewitched me, dommed me and then turned the whole thing around into blaming me. She was a witch, magic. A hypnotic snake. I had been touched — licked — by the hypnotic snake, and I barely survived.

Then, Bekka! Fuck! My oldest art friend had invited me to some kind of modelling sex thing at Cow House. And god! The men she brought had been so hot, and they had… just filled me up and taken advantage of me in such a good way… It’s the first time I ever came from getting a dick in my ass, with no hands or mouth on my own dick. Hands-free 100%. That by itself was fantastic, even though my butt still hurt.

But now, I wondered, was all that just a ruse?

That fantastic orgy had ended… with Juliet. In her high heels. Taking pictures. Juliet, who now had real gay sex blackmail pictures and knew all about Charlie and the housing authority.

Had Bekka known? Had she betrayed me? Fuck.

And now, in the mail today, the final blow: it was a letter from the University legal department, all official. Demanding my presence at the final hearing regarding my expulsion. For unwanted homosexual advances to my roommate, Charlie. I had six weeks, and it said I needed a lawyer to represent me.

I switched off the big-screen TV, closed my door, and I cried. My heart cried. Deep sobs of loneliness, betrayal, and loss.

–/–

Dan

The end of the semester was approaching in a few weeks, and I felt completely out of control.

My talk therapy after the Blackwater incident had ended without a breakthrough. Doug, the therapist, had suggested I end the sessions since the discussions were repeating the same ideas, and I seemed to be blocking the route to full… revelation, consideration, resolution, redemption.

And of course, campus medical insurance did not cover full mental health services.

Well, duh. I couldn’t trust. I couldn’t. I was not able to… “share”… my history with Doug or with anyone: my gay rapist nightmare from the Conrad, and more importantly, my permanent nightmare from my twelve-year-old self: the beating for satanic homosexuality delivered by my unrelenting, conservative father.

Without those key revelations, the whole Blackwater suicide thing seemed to be just… I dunno… a random and unexpected illegal drug interaction? It was clear that Doug had jumped to that conclusion.

Instead, I resolved to seek reconciliation with my father, somehow, on my own, and I had arranged time on the weekends to meet him. Mostly, we played squash, had lunch together at his club, and then he went back to work at his firm. Every weekend. Saturday and Sunday.

After squash, I sat in our empty palatial suburban house, playing video games, alone. He was always busy every evening with work meetings and dinners. And I never got invited.

But, I was still hoping to, you know, get something from him… more respect, more care, or more affirmation? So far, though, I was hitting his hard, no-emotions wall.

I finished a desultory attempt at a short essay on the role of fire and war technology in the Athenian siege of Santorini, 1600 BC, well before the island blew up. Hit send.

Boring. Who cares about shit that happened almost 4000 years ago? I know, I know. History majors are supposed to care. But I didn’t.

I needed a change. And I was horny. So, I called Juliet.

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Dan

Juliet’s roommate, Alex, answered the door knock. She looked me up and down, in that singular Alex way that she had. I blushed, remembering the park wanking incident. Would I never be able to live that down?

“Juliet’s not here,” said Alex.

“Oh,” I said. Juliet wasn’t answering her phone, either. That’s why I had come to her room, after all. I sighed.

Alex relented. “Maybe after 10? She’s been getting back around then,” she said helpfully, and gently closed the door. I guess I hadn’t actually expected her to invite me in to wait in the room. But it still felt rude.

Fuck. One hour to go. I went down to the front foyer to wait.

As I sat on the bench, yet another harsh niggle took precedence in my worry center. I thought about the accusations of academic dishonesty that awaited a University hearing. Against me. That fucker Charlie. Accusing me. Goddamn.

I know that Tim had his own problems with Charlie; I don’t know what they were, but they must have been serious, because Charlie had since moved out, and Tim never talked about it other than to curse him.

Somehow, somehow, Charlie had obtained a copy of my essay on the Franks and the Huns, and their unsuccessful march on Roman Gaul, in 200 B. OK, it wasn’t that great an essay. But I had actually written all of it by myself

Anyway, he turned in a similar essay, early, having plagiarized many of my words, and then he fucking accused me… me! of stealing his material.

I don’t know why he did that. But he was just that kind of a fucker.

Goddamn.

I have been scrambling to find my time-stamped rough drafts, library withdrawals, and online search references to try to refute his accusations. But I had been careless, and there remained many holes in the record of my work.

Probably enough holes to sink my case.

If the charges were verified, it would mean my expulsion from the University. And then probably the end of my relationship with Juliet. And probably the end of college funding — maybe all funding — from my father. Not good. Not good.

I smelled a familiar perfume and lifted my head. Juliet smiled at me and sat down next to me on the bench.

“Why are you here in the penalty box?”

“Waiting for you,” I said. “Your phone was off.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said distractedly. Then she focused on my face. Smiled again. “It’s lovely to see you. Lovely,” she said. She briefly bussed her lips on my hair. “‘I’ve missed you. And your sexiness. Are you ready?”

We walked back to her room, entered and sat on Juliet’s bed. Alex was studying at the desk, facing away from us.

Juliet kissed me, strong with tongue. I kissed back, but I was… disturbed… by the fact of Alex sitting there, awake, studying, in plain sight.

“Um, Juliet,” I said, and I waggled my eyebrows toward Alex.

She shrugged. “So?”

She kissed me again. I decided to go with the flow, and I kissed back.

Her hand sneaked downward into my lap, finding my limp dick, then rubbing gently over it.

What the fuck, I decided. Go with the flow.

Juliet pulled at my shirt, and I lifted my arms over my head. She dropped the garment on the floor, limply, at the side of the bed.

I looked intently at Alex, but her back did not betray any change.

I looked into Juliet’s eyes, and she stared back at me, then she smiled and licked her lips. She mouthed, “Fuck me, big boy.”

Fuck! She was down, for the whole thing, all of it.

She pulled my hand to her breast, flattened my palm on it. She licked out her tongue, suggestively.

I hesitated, but then she pulled my hand again, and I followed her silent instruction, tugged at her buttons, opened her shirt, and lifted up her bra. Then I licked her nipple. Bit it gently. Licked again.

She sighed, shrugged off the shirt and the bra, and we were there together, sitting on her bed, naked from the waist up.

I risked a glance toward Alex. No change.

Juliet gently pulled me down on the bed next to her, cupping one of my hands on her breast. She reached under my arm, downward, deep under my waist belt and pulled on my limp dick.

Frowning, she licked my ear, then whispered, “I want your dick… in my butt tonight. OK?”

What the fuck! Butt sex! With Alex in the room? There is no way that Alex won’t know what we were doing… but goddamn. It had been a few days, and I was thinking I was kind of horny and Juliet was clearly horny. So horny that she was going to do… that… right in front of Alex.

She unbuckled my belt, gently lifted my waistband over my dick, pushing downward. I lifted my butt, allowing her to slip my pants off. I kicked them off the rest of the way, and they slid off the bed, with my belt buckle clunking on the floor.

I raised my head up, glanced at Alex. No change.

Juliet was sliding her own pants down, now, and she moved my hand from her breast to her kitty. “Finger me,” she breathed into my ear.

She licked her hand, and returned it to my slowly rising dick, saliva aiding my precum. She rubbed gently over and around the edge of the glans, then concentrated on the frenulum, that highly sensitive spot near the end on the underside of my dick. Finally, she gently rubbed right at the cum hole, on the end. More pre-cum leaked. I shivered with pleasure and opened my legs a bit, allowing my balls to rest more comfortably between my legs.

She pulled my hand so that two fingers were extended, and pushed them into her wet cunnie. God this girl was hot! So little from me, and yet, her whole sex was lubricated, swimming in juice.

The idea of her excitement triggered a rapid engorgement of my dick, and her face grew a little enigmatic smile as she felt my heatbeat pulsing even more blood into my rising prick.

“Good boy,” she whispered. She pushed me aside on the bed, rolling me so that my now-hard dick could find her sex from the side.

I continued to twiddle her nipple with one hand, while I reached the other hand between her legs to find her vaginal opening, as a prelude for my dick to slide into her heavenly hot hole.

I risked yet another head-up view of Alex. Still no change. She must be deliberately ignoring us. I mean, the smell of hot teen cunt was strong in the room, and my fingers were making squishing noises in Juliet’s wet box.

Juliet turned now, putting her back to me, and she fished her hand behind her to find my hard prick. She lifted one leg, bent it, and left a triangle for me to find my way into her body. I joined her hand on my dick, and directed it to her cunt.

She pushed back, slowly engulfing me in liquid heat. Fuck! That was good, oh so good. I involuntarily humped, pushing my dick in past the head. Then again, and again, until the whole thing was buried in her cunt.

I wanted to pound her, hard, mercilessly. But, I moderated my stroke, seeking to remain quiet, unseen, surreptitious. Somehow, I believed yet that we could do this entire thing, fucking, without alerting Alex.

I reached a finger to just below Juliet’s sex, and gathered up the excess juices squeezed out of her cunt by my newly-entering prick. I used the wet finger to rim her anal ring, inciting it to loosen slightly, make a small gape.

She groaned quietly. I lifted my head again, looked across Juliet’s body to Alex. Still no change.

I groaned quietly into Juliet’s ear. “You fucking bitch, goddamn you are hot.”

I pushed her body three quarters of the way over; now her leg triangle was grounded on the bed, and my prick was sliding in and out of her cunt, only an inch below her butt hole. I pushed two fingers in the anal ring, and then twisted them, spreading her hot juices into the next target for my dick. She added cold lube, which rapidly warmed in our high body heat.

She opened her legs and turned fully face down, then her hands reached out and pulled her butt cheeks apart.

Even I couldn’t miss that invitation. I rose on my knees and straddled her ass, with my cock pointed downward straight at her asshole.

I bumped it into the ring, once, twice. Her ass was tight, but the little gape widened with each incursion of my hard dick, each little invasion, millimeter by millimeter.

Finally, I was able to push the whole head inside, and I laid down fully on Juliet’s back, my straddled legs now more like a frog’s pair, and my prick buried more than half-way in her hot, wet butt.

Juliet bucked her ass back at me, forcing my prick down further, until I was banging my balls on her cunt. Her anal ring was gripping tightly at the base of my penis, while my dickhead was floating in her belly, hot spasms of squeezing asshole subverting all other thoughts from my head.

I started to stroke, in, out to the tip, in to the hilt. Slowly, but powerfully. Each stroke was a small slice of heavenly pleasure.

My balls were tightening, scrotum wrinkling and lifting.

I had completely forgotten about Alex, the dorm room, all my worries, everything. All I could contemplate was the tight wetness on my dick, the smell of hot cunt in the room, and the warm, passive body of my lover under my belly. And her tight ring.

I started to lose control; now I was pounding. Faster. Harder.

And then, there was the cold surprise of wet lube, right at my asshole.

What?

Quickly followed by an invasion, a foreign invasion, into my butt-hole.

I stopped, turned and looked, to find an now-naked Alex standing there with a dildo in her hand, worming it into my butt.

She spanked my ass, and pushed harder on the dildo. It was large, shaped like a big prick with fat balls underneath. The fake balls jangled my real balls with every hard stroke she pushed into me.

Juliet said out of the side of her mouth, “Go harder. Faster. Fuck me, Dan.”

Then, she shocked me. “Fuck him Alex. Make him cum in my ass.”

And Alex slotted the large flesh colored dildo down into my asshole, pushing on the prostate, creating the urgent, insistent need for me to pound hard into Juliet’s own asshole.

And I did. I put my feet at the end of the bed, using the end board to leverage even harder strokes into Juliet’s passive anus.

Even though the angle of attack changed as I moved my legs straighter, Alex did not lose her position with the dildo at my butt, instead, she stroked harder and deeper.

I groaned.

Alex reached out and pulled at my exposed ball sack, tickling. And then, she said, “Fuck her, Dan. Fuck her hard.” She slapped my ass, then began pushing on my buttocks with both hands as she buried the long dildo even deeper in my ass.

I came. Hard. Spurt after spurt of white semen deep in Juliet’s hot asshole. I groaned with each blast, each rendering of sperm out of my violated prostate.

I disengaged, turned and then I really looked at the butt weapon that Alex had been wielding on me: It looked like a real cock. Dark head, veiny, glans and foreskin, big balls in a wrinkled scrote. And it had been fucking my butt.

Something snapped inside me. Gay. Gay. GAY.

I bolted, scooping up my discarded clothes from the side of the bed. I got to the door, slammed the lock open and ran, naked, out into the hallway of the all-girls wing.

Juliet turned in the bed, watching me fly out.

“No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO!!!! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

My nightmare crashed in on me again, and I ran. Into the stairwell. Down.

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Dan

This time, I hadn’t gone too far. Certainly not to Blackwater.

Juliet, now wearing a robe, found me. Huddled at the bottom of the stairway, still naked, clothing in my lap.

I was crying, silent tears of betrayal, loss and fear.

Juliet came behind me, put an arm around me. “I’m sorry. Sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t answer.

“Shsshhh. Shshshh,” she said.

“Let’s put these on, OK?” She held out my underwear, and I pulled them on. Then my pants. I buckled the belt. Then my shirt.

“Can we go back, now? Alex has left. She is gone. Just me and you, OK?”

I nodded, hugged her.

“Please?”

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Dan

I awoke. Juliet was sleeping beside me. Light was trickling in the draped windows.

A surge of emotion hit me. I couldn’t stay. Couldn’t.

This woman. The most… fascinating and exciting woman I would ever know. She was… she was too much for me. I was the dog who chased the car, then who caught the car, and now, I was… I dunno. I was flying out of control, crashing, dying. If the dog ever caught the car, it was never good for the dog.

“Juliet, hey. Hey,” I said.

She turned, groaned, looked at me. “What?”

“I…. I can’t,” I said.

“Can’t what?” she asked.

“I just can’t. Can’t do.. that. Can’t be with you. Anymore. I can’t.”

And I dressed, and I left the room.

She didn’t follow me, this time.

I couldn’t go to my room: very likely, Alex had taken refuge there with Kyle after last night’s debacle.

So I knocked on Tim’s door.

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Tim

The knocking on my door was insistent. I wanted to ignore it, but it persisted.

Finally, I said, “Who is it?”

Fuck, it was 6 AM.

More knocks.

I got out of bed, dragged to the door and opened it.

It was Dan.

What the fuck?

He pushed into my room, rushing past me. Then he turned, his face a mass of red blotches and crying.

I was shocked, then worried, then angry. Who had done this to Dan? My friend, Dan.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s OK,” I said. “You are safe, you are safe. It’s OK.” I reached out my arms to him, and he cradled himself in my embrace.