June
Ileaned back and stretched my arms high over my head. I’d been combing through college applications for schools here in the U.S. for the past six hours with several members of the Omnia Academy Council. My eyes were tired, and I was worn out from the day. We were searching for some last-minute invites, as not all potential students submitted college applications until May. After rolling my shoulders, I sat upright and dove back into the applications on the computer screen.
Searching for college-bound eighteen-year-old young men had been a huge part of my new, but temporary, role at Omnia Academy. Aside from going through university databases to review applicants, I also had the always interesting task of finding them on social media. College applications don’t even tell a sliver of a fraction of the character of a young man. Social media and their graduating yearbooks painted a much more realistic view of who we were looking at. Grade point averages and transcripts of many of these young men looked similar.
Omnia Academy was by invitation only. Each potential student here must be among the best of the best in the world because they were possibly going to be selected by a King of the Reges Dei. The most powerful men in the world required the most extraordinary young prospects to choose from.
The process in which the Omnia Academy Council found these young men to invite was somewhat archaic by now. However, Omnia students and the academy were steeped in rich history, dating all the way back to the Roman Empire. So the university databases were the first stop among the journey to find those who fit the requirements.
Our hope was that we could swoop in, so to speak, and entice the applicants to attend Omnia Academy instead of the college they had applied to. While the past six months had been the first time I’d been part of this process, I’d be very surprised if very many of those who were invited to attend ever declined.
While I was assisting in this process for the school and all the Kings, I was also searching for the young man I thought would suit Will best. Many Kings wanted an intelligent and well-polished Omnia who was from a well-off family. However, Will wasn’t like other Kings. And being on the lookout for a young man specifically for Will was something I had to keep to myself.
And in six months of searching, I still hadn’t found the right young man for Will.
Every time one of us found a potential student, we read out loud their grade point average, family, and anything noteworthy. While Denis read off the credentials of a young man he found in Denver, I partially listened as I glossed over an application for an eighteen-year-old in Los Angeles. This young man’s application was the first one all day that had caughtand keptmy attention.
I completely tuned Denis out while I did a quick query on the family of Ryder Baker Smith. Even though his application toUSC said he was in and out of foster homes, I’d learned not to take words on college apps as fact.
No known biological family members.
I leaned back in the seat and stared at the names and driver’s license photos of all of his foster home guardians. I tried to recall if there had ever been an orphaned Omnia before.
“Shall we stop for the day and reconvene tomorrow, gentlemen?” Braylen, the VP of the Omnia Council, asked. He stood, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. Too much computer screen for all of us for the day.
We agreed that we’d pick the search back up tomorrow. Despite having stared at the computer all day, I was eager to get back to my flat to do some additional searching into Ryder Baker Smith.
I rode the elevator down from the fourth floor to the main floor with a few other council members. I was minimally involved in their discussion about the upcoming yachting excursion with the third-year students. It wasn’t so much that I wasn’t interested. Each year, the yachting event for the third-year students drew a lot of attention and was fun to watch. But right now, I was only interested in getting back to my place and digging deep to see if I perhaps had found the unicorn for Will.
I left the main building and followed the winding cobblestone path toward the building where all the mentors lived. Since I knew I’d be returning as a mentor in a year’s time, I opted this past January not to move out of my existing flat.
The mentor’s building was actually quite spacious. At seven stories tall, in addition to a lower basement level and a rooftop deck, it was a wonderful place that mixed living and work. Each mentor had a flat, or apartment, that was just over two thousand square feet.
I walked into the building and glanced around the lobby level as I made my way to the elevators. The lobby had a few smallsocial areas set up with comfortable seating, and there were five small hallways with offices. I looked down two hallways that I had to pass, and noticed several of the doors were closed. Each mentor had an office where they could meet weekly with their students, providing a boundary between their work and personal lives. But it wasn’t uncommon for the mentor to meet with their student in their apartment either. I never got into the habit of that because I liked to be able to keep my private life and mentor work separated. Though, I suppose once you walked past the gates of the academy, your entire life became one with the Reges Dei Society. Everything I did was for the society, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Just as I pressed the button for the fifth floor, I saw Louis Ridley make his way across the lobby toward the elevators. Louis and I were the same age and had been students in the same cohort together when we were young men. He’d been one of my best friends since we were eighteen. I pressed the button to hold the elevator doors open, and when he made eye contact with me and realized I was holding the car for him, he jogged over.
“Thanks, Atlas.” Once Louis was across the threshold, I released the button so the doors would close. He leaned against the handrail and put a hand in his pocket. “How was your day?” he asked.
I sighed. “Long, but I think the council is getting closer to deciding who else to invite for January’s term.” I paused as the doors to the fifth floor opened. We stepped into the hallway, and I asked in a quiet tone, “How was your day, Louis?”
“Also long. I spent the last period trying to calm Hewitt down,” he said as we slowly walked to our apartments, which were next to one another.
“What was he upset over?” Hewitt was Louis’ fourth-year student and was set to graduate in just six months. Hewitt waspossibly one of the most nervous students I could recall seeing in years.
“He got a letter yesterday from his mother. She reiterated how proud the family is of him and commented that she hoped he’d be selected and that he’d be able to have time to find a nice woman and start a family eventually.”
I smiled and chuckled. Many families simply thought this was intense training to become an assistant of sorts to some of the most prominent and powerful men in the world. The families weren’t privy to the fact that the Omnia students became everything to the Kings. The Kings didn’t mess with relationships, and their selected Omnia fulfilled any, and all, of their sexual needs.
“She’ll have a long time to wait,” I murmured.
“Mhmm. Bless her. So Hewitt was panicking a bit.”
“I trust you calmed him down.”
“I did. I stroked his hair while he sucked my cock.”
“Such a caring mentor,” I said as we stopped by my door.
