..so I picked on Japanese stuff...and of course American stuff...people that got to know me better throughout the year said that I was a "boring brazi...ian", but of course...it was only a joke.Finally...my turn to fight was on, I took off my black bamboo sword and stood there, ready to fight...he was the last one of the group that was selected to fight me in the end...so he was obviously the best, I was excited in fighting him and a bit scared too...some people cheered for him...his name was. His semen. He saw her lips, wet with the stranger's juice and the drops of cum on her chin. "Nasty cock sucker... nasty cock sucker." Then her swollen sex lips flashed into his head. He saw her legs spread and the juice running from her hole. In spite of his seeming revulsion, his penis throbbed and squirted more pre-cum juice into his already saturated underwear.Chris dozed off sometimes late that night. It was not a restful sleep, but one filled with images of sex. He saw the stranger's face. This is no longer going to be about your orgasm.Going forward this is going to be about my needs and your doing it allfor me not that silly little clit of yours." I am going to drain your sissy eggs of all there juice before I starttormenting you. Then when you normally are finished and losing thatlovely sissy desire we are going to continue our play. You are going toexperience all that delicious torment you love when you are all excited.You are not going to have a safe word. You are just going. The only thing that kept things mostly tolerable was that those wanting to become Magicians were kept busy and they usually moved in their own groups. I soon found out that by working on the Dark Floor, I was considered to be one of them, but that they didn’t need to be afraid of me. In a way I didn’t care, since my main goal at the University was not to make friends. Still, it hurt somewhat. It might have hurt more if there had been some natural Mages among those people who looked down at.