Something Like a Love Spell

The spell hit me right in the lower back, and then I couldn't move. I heard footsteps approach behind me and felt hands caress my shoulders briefly before I was being hugged from behind, and a head nestled itself into the crook of my neck. I had control of my eyes and face somewhat, but couldn't turn my head to get a better look at the person's face. Still, there was no mistaking that dark reddish hair. It was Darren, the upperclassman who just wouldn't leave me alone.

"Sorry to stop by unannounced, Azure," said Darren into my neck, "but I couldn't pass up this chance."

I couldn't move my lips or tongue to respond, so I said nothing. A minute ago, I had just walked out the main gate, headed for the full moon festival when I realized I'd forgotten my staff. So I had turned back to get it, telling my roommate Lorrel that we would meet up at the festival. I'd just stepped back into our room when Darren used his spell. He must have followed me into the room.

"I've actually been practicing this spell for a little while, and when I saw you headed back to the dorms alone, I knew it was the perfect time," Darren continued. I wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but with Darren it was never to a place I liked.

If you asked other students at Plumspire University For Advanced Witchery about mine and Darren's relationship, they would probably call us rivals. To me, Darren was constantly a thorn in my side. Darren was essentially the school bully. He was a powerful witch and liked to remind less powerful students of that fact. Often. Darren also liked to remind me of this fact, except that I was also pretty powerful, enough to be about an even match for him. But unfortunately Darren liked a challenge, so he was always finding me and riling me up and pushing me around until I had to fight back. Darren didn't care whether it was with magic or fists as long as he got to fight, and the two of us often ended up in the infirmary. I was sick of it, and now I had to deal with whatever this was.

Darren ran his hands back over my shoulders and down my arms, pulling them down to my sides. So, apparently Darren could move me, but I couldn't move myself. I thought about all the possible directions this could go, and I didn't like any of them.

"Huh, you know, I actually kinda miss your smart ass remarks now that you can't talk. But that's ok, all you'll need to do tonight is listen. I know what I've seen and felt during our fights. So what is it about fighting me that gets you all hot and hard, huh? Are you a secret masochist? Or maybe it's something else..."

I figured out at that moment that I could in fact make a sort of unhappy, "nu-uh" sound without moving my mouth. I'd been occupying my mind trying to think of any possible way out of this situation but I wasn't getting anywhere.

Darren chuckled at my response and said, "Don't bother worrying about escaping this, the spell will keep you from moving except to heed my will. And my will... well, you'll find out what that is soon enough."

He then pulled my festival robes off my shoulders and tossed them into the corner. I felt him press his body against my back as he ran his hands over my chest and abdomen, un-tucking my dress shirt so he could touch my skin. Sliding his hands under my shirt he felt me up. He cupped his hands around my pecs and massaged them before rolling my nipples in his fingers.

Without meaning to, I said, "mmmh," thereby doubly fucking myself over. What can I say, I like having my nipples played with.

"Oh you like that do you?" Darren said, chuckling directly into my ear. He started to lick and nibble my ear, moving down my neck. It felt pretty good too but I wasn't about to moan again and let him know that. He was working on unbuttoning my shirt, which he also threw into the corner. I was wondering how far he was going to take this. I had figured him to be as straight as they come, but he seemed seriously into this. And he wasn't wrong, I did sometimes get an erection when we fought but it was just the adrenaline and blood-pumping nature of a fight, I wasn't even into his type. He was tall and muscular, and I bet his family missed those muscles back on whatever farm he left to come to witch school. Don't get me wrong I obviously understand the appeal of a tall muscular farm hand kind of guy, but I was more into the kinda guy they trained over at Bragg's School of Burglary, Tricks, and Con Artistry. The kind of guy who would pick my pocket so he could pay for our date. Those guys were typically lanky, moody, and pretty freaky in bed.

I looked over at Lorren's side of the room and could see a little of myself in his mirror. I stood about three quarters of a head shorter than Darren, and I wasn't short myself. I had put a couple viking style braids into my wavy blond hair for the festival. It had grown out a little past my shoulders but I wasn't planning to cut it. I'd noticed the rogue types tended to like my hair a little longer, plus women seemed to appreciate it as well. I was lean but muscular. I had to stay fast with the big brute constantly bothering me. Darren had moved his head and started working on the other side of my neck. I could see red marks on the side he'd abandoned that would undoubtedly turn into hickies by the morning. I still was not making a sound, not after the accidental one. I didn't want him to think he was winning.

Darren stepped around in front of me and I saw that he had removed his shirt as well. He leaned down and sucked on my left nipple, playing with the other in his hand. Now I had to really focus to not make any noise. I wondered again how far he would go with this. I hoped maybe he'd be content with a blow job. He palmed my dick through my pants, massaging it a little with his right hand while he slid his left beneath my pants and boxers to grab at my ass. Then he stepped even closer, bringing his right hand behind me to pull down my pants a little so he could grab my ass more easily, pulling me closer to him as he did. My eyes were closed at this point but I felt his hot breath on my face as he leaned in.

"Kiss me," He commanded, and I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at me. I tried to say, "NO!" But all that happened was I opened my mouth a little and made a pathetic, "nuh," which he took as an invitation. His lips clashed against mine hard as he pulled me against him, still kneading my ass cheeks. I could feel his hardness pressed between us. I debated going along with him to get this over with quicker. But I had my dignity to consider. I hoped in vain he would just take his pleasure and get it over with. I closed my eyes again, feeling him explore my mouth with his tongue for a while until he pulled away, while pushing my pants the rest of the way down. He stepped back, eyeing my naked body hungrily. It was a small miracle my dick wasn't hard. At least I had that.

He walked around me in a slow circle, admiring his prize. Then, he started moving me, one limb at a time. He pulled my arms behind my back and tied my hands together, then bent my knees, pushing me down into a kneeling position. I glared at him as he stood in front of me, my face now at crotch level.

"You know the drill," Darren said, unbuckling his pants, "but knowing you I doubt you'll do it without some convincing."

He pulled his dick out of his pants, and I have to admit I was pretty impressed. He was definitely bigger than anyone else I'd been with. He let me get a good look at his cock, which was hard and already leaking a little bit of pre-cum. This was really getting him worked up, I guess. I hadn't expected that from him. I just sat there staring at it, since there was no way I was going to suck it by my own will.

He stuck a thumb in my mouth, opening it wider, and guiding his dick inside. I can't imagine it was a very good blow job, just sliding his dick in and out of an open mouth with no suction or tongue action, and I think he was getting a little frustrated. He pushed his entire length into my mouth and down my throat a little. I'd sucked dick before so I didn't gag, but it blocked my breathing. He sat there for a bit, my nose pressed into his pubes, until I really needed to breathe and my throat started convulsing uncontrollably around him. I still couldn't move my body except to follow his orders so I just had to sit there and take it. I considered the absurdity of dying by choking on cock but he pulled out finally, groaning. I gasped for air as best I could. Darren leaned down close to my face with an annoyed look.

"You're going to suck my cock. And you're going to suck it because the better of a job you do, the nicer I'll be when I fuck that tight ass," said Darren in a threatening tone. I got the message.

Since I was doing as he said I found I could move, so I leaned forward on my knees and took his dick back into my mouth. I licked all around the head then took him all the way in, wiggling my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He sighed, and I continued bobbing on his cock for a while until he grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. After a length of time that I'm sure felt a lot longer than it actually was, he pulled out, panting while I caught my breath too.

"Not bad. I always knew you were a cocksucker. I guess I'll go easy on you. Now you can either get on the bed or I'll make you," Darren said.

My stupid pride was acting up again and I just couldn't make myself get up and move. He stared down at me, giving me a few moments to do as he said. Realizing I wasn't going to, he shrugged and bent down, picking up my stiff, frozen body. Since I was kneeling, he simply turned me and put me face down on the bed so my ass was slightly raised, my hands still tied behind me. I had still been wearing my shoes and pants, so he took those off and moved my legs down a little so I was better positioned for him. He got on the bed behind me, running his hands up and down my body, rubbing closer and closer until his thumbs found my asshole and played with it, stretching it open a little and rubbing it. He spit on me, then rubbed it in, pushing his thumb into me. I groaned into the bed a little and I was hoping he didn't hear it. He hadn't closed my mouth before throwing me onto the bed, so I was drooling all over my blankets.

"I knew you'd love this. I'm gonna make you moan like the whore you are before we're done. Hmm, actually the boys and I have a couple bets going on this. They thought you wouldn't be able to get it up. I bet that you'd be hard before I even touched your dick, because I could tell you were a slut just looking at you" He said, reaching around me and grabbing my dick firmly.

"Guess I win the bet," He chuckled. In my head I wondered if it counted earlier when he manhandled me through my pants. He stroked me a couple times before returning his attention to my asshole, where his thumb was still residing. He worked it in and out, spreading me open with his other thumb too.

Suddenly he flipped me over on my back, pushing my legs up and apart so my cock and asshole were exposed to him. This position felt a lot more vulnerable and intimate, and I wasn't a fan. He got off the bed, pulling off his shoes and pants, and then got back between my legs. Is this what he considered going easy? The only lube he used was some spit and not even that much of it. I glanced towards my bedside table, with the lube I kept in the top drawer. I wondered if I could speak to let him know, but then I considered the other items in my top drawer and paused. He saw me looking, though.

"What are you looking at? Something you want over there?" Darren asked, reaching over. He pulled open the drawer.

"Ohhh I see. It was probably this," He said, taking out the little bottle of oil I kept there.

"But I see a couple other interesting things," He continued, and pulling out my small dildo, "This will be more fun than my fingers, I think."

Without adding any oil he pressed it up against my asshole, slowly forcing it in. It wasn't too bad since he'd fingered me and there was some spit there, but it certainly wasn't great. He very slowly pushed it in and out a few times, and I could feel it dragging along my insides without enough lubrication to help it along.

"Don't worry, I'll lube you up before I fuck you, but I think a little punishment is in order since you haven't been very compliant," he said. I just scowled at him.

"Actually, I think I'll have you help with that," He said, moving to straddle my chest and pushing his cock towards my face. He left the small dildo right where it was in my asshole.

"Suck it," He said, and I did, as wetly as I could since I wasn't sure if he would actually follow through with the oil.

He moved back between my legs, pulling out the small dildo and adding plenty of oil to it and my asshole, before pushing the toy back in and fucking me with it a little. Then he took it out and rubbed some oil on his own cock as well before lining it up to my ass. It was definitely a lot bigger than the dildo. He paused, looking up at me while he pressed against my entrance.

"I want you to look in my eyes while I fuck you," Darren ordered.

I closed my eyes in defiance, but he roughly grabbed my dick and squeezed hard and suddenly my eyes were open and looking at him, because I understood that threat. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into me and I grunted without meaning to. He kept pushing, further and further until he bottomed out and his entire length was inside me. Thanks to the oil it didn't hurt, but I was definitely more full than I'd ever been. Very slowly, he pulled back out, brushing over that little sensitive spot and eliciting another groan from me. He paused for a second, thinking about it, then pushed in and out just a little, rubbing that spot again and again with the head of his dick. I was trying very hard not to make any more noise. I could feel my dick getting harder, twitching every time he bumped that bundle of nerves.

Still staring into my eyes, he reached down and jerked me off a little, still thrusting in and out only a little, hitting my prostate every time. I managed not to make much noise but I was breathing heavy. I hadn't gotten laid in a little while and honestly, I was embarrassingly close to coming already. Clearly he could tell because he jerked me a little faster, working me closer to the edge and then suddenly he stopped moving in me and firmly squeezed my dick, right below the head for several seconds until my impending orgasm subsided. I was thankful but disappointed at the same time. He reached into my drawer again and pulled out a loop of rope with a knot. He saw my eyes widen and smirked at me.

"Yeah, I saw this in there too. And I don't think you deserve to cum until I say so," He said, looping it around the base of my cock and balls and tightening it.

Then without any more ceremony, he began fucking me, hard. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, still brushing over my prostate with every thrust. I couldn't help but moan as he pistoned in and out of me, only adding to the noise of his skin hitting mine. I was glad that all the students would be out at the moon festival all night. He kept it up, working me back up towards that orgasm again.

Then, he turned me back over on my knees and pushed back in, grabbing my hips as leverage to continue pounding into me. With every thrust his balls slapped into mine in a not unpleasant way, but at least at this angle he wasn't hitting my prostate as much, because I couldn't cum yet with that cock ring on, and my dick was so uncomfortably hard. I didn't want to cum with this asshole's dick in my ass if I could help it. I didn't want to cum for him at all, really. I had to hold on to some of my pride, I couldn't lose everything to him. I found I was able to turn my head and get a little more comfortable in the position. I guess as long as I wasn't intending to get away or defy him, I could move a little. He continued relentlessly thrusting, my small dorm bed creaking in time with him.

Hoping to end this a little quicker, I rhythmically clenched my asshole around him. I could tell it was working as his thrusts got just a little less controlled and a little more rough. He pushed me down flat on my stomach, resting over me on his forearms as he continued to pound into me, getting more and more frantic. This position was not so great for me, since now every time he thrust my dick rubbed a little on the bed, and even that little bit of sensation felt so good. I couldn't help but hump into the bed a little, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He reached an arm under and around my neck for leverage, choking me a little as he thrust harder and harder.

Finally he came, grunting as he smashed into me forcefully a several times and squeezing hard on my neck. I felt the odd warmth of his cum inside me. Then he relaxed, his weight falling on top of me and pressing me into the bed as we both breathed hard in the silence. I closed my eyes, and focused on anything but my dick, which was still hard as ever and was pressed nicely into the mattress. I didn't want to reflexively thrust or do anything to remind him of it. Hopefully, he would just leave now and I'd escape the situation with at least this one small scrap of dignity.

Instead, he rolled off me and leaned up against the wall, his softening cock sliding out of me with a lewd wet pop. I felt some of his cum start to dribble out. He pulled me up, not caring about the mess, so that I sat on the bed between his legs with my back against his chest.

"Don't think I forgot about you," He said breathily. He untied my hands so he could pull me closer into him, and then reached down and carefully loosened the loop of the cock ring, pulling it off. With every touch, my cock twitched. It was resting up against my stomach as I leaned back on him, dripping pre-cum down onto me. Darren reached around from behind me and rubbed my body, sliding his hands along my thighs and up my abdomen to touch my nipples. It felt very intimate, him wrapping around me as he touched me. He leaned his head down to nibble at my neck again, as he finally reached down and started to jerk me off slowly at first but quickly increasing the pace until I came hard into his hand. He held me as I shook and caught my breath, slowly fondling my overly sensitive dick as it softened. I couldn't move to push his hand away but he chuckled when I made a displeased grunt and let go of me. Sliding out from behind me where he sat, he laid me down on my bed with surprising gentleness and stood up, wiping his dick off on my blanket and putting his pants and shoes back on, then carefully buttoning up his shirt and putting his festival robes back on over it all.

"Well, I'm off to clean myself up and join the party. I'll release you from the spell now, though I have a feeling you won't be joining us at the moon festival tonight. Thanks, though, this was fun. We should do it again some time," Darren said, and then he snapped his fingers and my body went blessedly limp as his spell was released, and he walked out the door.

Hours later I lay in the same spot, sticky with cum and exhausted, as my roommate Lorrel returned from the festival.

"Gods Azure, it reeks of sex in here, can't you at least crack a window? I thought you were going to meet me at the festival," Lorrel said as he busily came in the door, turning to set his bags down on his side of the dorm room. He stopped to look over at me, still laying naked on my stomach on the bed with Darren's cum now drying in my ass crack, and his bite marks and hickeys all over my neck.

"Damn, you know what, never mind. I guess I can't really blame you for missing the festival when you look like you had such a good time."