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.
