The Boys of Kendra School of Magic

By Dream Janus

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Warning: This chapter contains acts that may offend some readers, while this is a piece of fiction, these acts happen on a daily basis, but unlike in this story they do not always have a happy ending.

Chapter 2

Meanwhile...

Timmy's filthy, blond head popped out of the trash dumpster in triumph. He was going to eat tonight. The burger place had thrown away three wrapped burgers, and they were still warm, sort of. His rail thin 9 year old body quickly scaled the side of the dumpster and slide down the other side. The burger felt like heaven as he tore into it hungrily. He walked down the alley slowly, without any real hurry to get back to the place that he was forced to call home.

Timmy climbed the stairs of the run down apartment building, avoided the bum on the 2^nd floor landing, skipped the 3^rd step that was broken and avoided the congealed blood on the banister rail. When he reached the 4^th floor, he nodded to the needle freaks that always had their door open in the first apartment, they at least knew he existed. Timmy walked to the forth apartment on the right and just opened the door, it was never locked.

"It is about time you get your ass back here" roared the voice of Vic, Timmy's stepdad. His dark hair looked like it had never been washed. His wife-beater tee shirt was stained with vomit and assorted other stains including his own blood. Timmy could tell that Vic had just waked up from another night of being high, drunk or both.

"We got to go see a man about something," Vic mumbled almost to himself. He then grabbed Timmy by the arm and began dragging him out of the apartment and out of the building.

Minutes later, they arrived at a slightly nicer house. Vic knocked on the door, two knocks, pause, three knocks, pause, two knocks, pause, two knocks and then waited.

"Whose there?" came a rough voice from inside.

"It's Vic," He responded. "I brought the kid."

The sounds of several locks being unlocked were followed by the door being opened slightly. A thin man looked out, first at Vic and then at Timmy. "Get in here."

Vic pushed Timmy into the house. The front room only had a lumpy blue couch and a metal folding chair in it, with a lamp on the floor. The man looked at Timmy and then said. "He is 9," then he swallowed. "The man said "He has to be 9, he looks younger than that!"

Vic slapped Timmy on the head. "Tell him how old you are kid"

"I am 9," Timmy said softly, "as of last week." almost in a whisper. He then rubbed his head.

"Good, the man said 3g's and 1 of that is mine and the rest you can have it in cash or in product man, the thin man said to Vic.

"Sheila and I want it all in product man," Vic responded looking like he was about to cum all over himself.

The thin man pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. "Yeah man, it is me" He listened for a moment. "The kid is here." Listened again, "all in product, yeah." He listened again, "fifteen minutes." He then hung the phone up.

Fifteen minutes later a knock was heard on the door. A man in a business suit carrying a briefcase came into the house. Vic and the thin man did business with him and then the thin man left. Vic told Timmy to stay and talk with the man and then he also left.

The man turned toward Timmy and smiled "My name is John; you are to come live with me now," He said softly. "I bet you are hungry."

Timmy didn't know if he should cry and scream or just go with the flow and see if this man was better to live with than Vic and his mother. "What about Vic and my Mom?" He asked instead.

John bent down to Timmy and lightly touched his shoulder. "Sorry, son, they sold you to me for drugs, but I promise you that you will never go hungry or be without nice clothes again."

Timmy didn't like the idea that he was sold for drugs, but he realized that his mother and Vic hadn't been taking care of him for as long as he could remember. Maybe this man could take care of him instead. Timmy didn't know, but if this man didn't, he could just run away and go somewhere else.

"Ok," Timmy said softly and put his hand in John's much bigger hand.

John smiled a soft smile but in his mind there was nothing soft or fuzzy. He was making cold and calculated plans for little Timmy; first a bath, a hair cut, feeding him up and then training him. John just knew that Timmy would make a fine little "Party Favor" at his next party.

"Let's go get you something to eat and then show you your new home," John said as he ushered Timmy out of the house and out of town.

Meanwhile...

Timmy's mother and Vic had injected themselves with massive amounts of the drugs they obtained selling Timmy, moments later they realized that they had overdosed on poisoned drugs, too late for them to do anything. They both writhed in pain on the floor as their brains and stomachs hemorrhaged and they finally died of internal bleeding and drug overdose.

Meanwhile...

In the old cracker box style house in the corner bedroom were Tim and Tom North. They sat on their twin beds studying large leather books with arcane symbols on the cover. The room was silent except for the electrical fan blowing from the desk and the occasional sound of pages turning. The interesting thing was that the boys turned the pages on their books at the same time.

Tim and Tom's blonde hair was cut short and parted to the side, Tim's to the left and Tom's to right, other than that they were exactly identical twins, from their crystal blue eyes, the number of freckles on their nose and the size, shape and length of their cocks.

Right now they were not focused on their cocks they were focused on the spell in the book they were studying.

{That hand gesture is going to be a pain for me.} Tom telepathically sent to Tim.

{That gesture is easy,} Tim telepathically responded. He then stood and moved over to Tom's bed and took his hand. {Move it like this,} Tim then moved Tom's hand by overlaying his fingers on his brothers. The boys repeated the gesture several times until Tim felt Tom had it down.

{Now I am having problems with the pronunciation of the next command.} Tim telepathically sent pointing at the book.

Tom smiled and then spoke, "Ančala...Ann...ee...ala."

Tim smiled and put this finger to his mouth {Thanks, but we need to make sure they don't think we are doing spell work, or they will flip.}

Tim and Tom parents knew they were wizards in training, but they did not understand that they enjoyed studying spells, even during summer break. They really didn't understand how they could be wizards just that they were. Their parents made them act as if they weren't when they were home, or around relatives.

The boys knew that there was going to be a time in the near future when they couldn't be normal ever again. Tim and Tom were 15 and only had two more years of school before they graduated and were full wizards. By the end of this year their powers would be too strong to just hide and act like normal teenagers and they knew how to hide that fact better than their parents. The problem was that they could get their parents to understand that fact.

There was a knock on the door that surprised the boys. Almost instantly they both waved their hands and the books disappeared. The boys bodies flickered from the locations they were at and reappeared instantly separately on their own beds with `Norm' comic books in their hands. They both knew it was their mother checking on them.

"Yes, Mom," Tim and Tom said in stereo.

Pam North poked her head in the door. She knew the boys were doing magic in secret and they were hiding it from both her and her husband Sheldon. It really didn't bother her, as long as they were safe. Sheldon was a different story, magic scared him, and the boys even kept it from him that they did some minor spells to help out at their grandparent's farm. If she remembered correctly, she overheard the boys call it Agro-Wizardry.

Pam smiled at the boys. "Boys put everything up and get washed up" She said with a wink. "Daddy wants to go to town to eat." She was fully aware that they most likely would change clothes and clean up by the use of magic as soon as she left the room. Pam smiled and then said "Don't let yourselves get caught." And then she walked out of the room.

Meanwhile...

The forest smelt of pine needles and was rich with life. Jarrod Timbra walked slowly through the underbrush. His 16 year old tanned chest rippled with muscles as it easily flex and moved as he made his way through the forest that was as much his home as any human made house.

Being the heir apparent of the Loup Garoux King hold no attraction for Jarrod. His father Narn makes it impossible for him to have even the appearance of a normal life. First Narn expects Jarrod to father an heir with one or more of the five highest ranking females of the pack, by the winter. Second his father had said that if he has not at least had sex by the full moon he was going to be expelled from the pack. The problem was it was the night of the full moon.

Editor's Comments: An interesting chapter where we watch Timmy's world change drastically and Tim and Tom continue to evolve with their wizardry. How are these three connected? Hopefully, the next chapter will help show us how.