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Keith Coolidge yawned as he sat on the couch, his purple eyes focused lazily on his laptop which was sitting on the coffee table in front of him, a half-finished paper looking back at him. He let out a small sigh and sat up a bit, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.

“Hey, you doing ok?" came a familiar voice from his left. Keith smiled and turned to see his boyfriend, Mike Ryder Jr, stepping out of his room and into the small shared area the dorm had, which was really just a couch, a coffee table, and a TV with three doors surrounding it, two leading to their individual rooms and one leading to the bathroom. The pair of them were attending Baxter University and were working their way through a Chemistry Major and had managed to get the incredible luck of getting to share a dorm.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired…" Keith said as he ran his fingers through his orange hair, stretching a bit. “It's just that stupid assignment that's been giving me trouble."

“Heh yeah I feel ya," Mike said, kissing Keith on the cheek. “That paper was a pain in the ass to make."

“Yeah, don't rub it in that you finished it already," Keith said, teasingly shoving Mike lightly. The raven-haired young man chuckled and winked back at Keith.

“Not my fault you waited so long to get it done," Mike said with a smirk as he walked over to the other end of the couch and pulled out his phone. Keith meanwhile, headed to the bathroom and turned on the sink when he arrived, splashing cold water on his face.

“I told you, I work best under pressure," Keith said as he washed the cold water over his face, especially over his eyes.

“Yeah, sure you do. That's why there's a big pile of energy drinks stored away for a late-night writing session?" Mike asked with a cheeky smirk

“Oh like you better" Keith teased back “I saw you chugging so much coffee when you were writing that I thought you'd vibrate through the wall"

“Hah, really funny Kit," Mike said, sticking out his tongue at his boyfriend as he started browsing through his emails. “Let's see….Spam…News about the library's new closing times…more spam…."

“You'd think the accounts the University gave us wouldn't get so much spam," Keith said as he walked back and sat to continue his work.

“Ya can't avoid spam," Mike said as he deleted a few more emails “I think that's one of the laws of the universe."

“Pfft" Keith laughed “Yeah. Conservation of Matter, Vibration, and Spam. The pillars of existence"

“We've got one hell of a Ph.D. paper right there," Mike said with a smirk, only to get smacked with a cushion

“Shut up" Keith laughed as his boyfriend smacked him back with another cushion.

“Make me," Mike said with a wink and a chuckle as leaned back and went back to his phone.

“That is very very tempting, believe me," the redhead said, shaking his head as he turned back to his computer “But I gotta finish this fucking thing first…."

“Well, then make sure you save some energy for when that time comes," Mike said with a wink as he turned his attention back to his phone. As he moved to delete a few more messages, a new one arrived with a loud beep ringing out of the phone's speakers. He blinked and tapped his finger on the screen, opening the email. “Huh…. wasn't expecting this…"

“Expecting what?" Keith asked as he hunched over his laptop and tapped away at the keyboard

“Got an email from the Psychologists department" Mike explained “Looks like they're looking for people for a small experiment for the finals of the seniors." he scrolled further down the email “Looks pretty simple. Head down, sit with some guy for a couple of hours for a day or two, and answer everything they ask"

“A couple of days?" Keith asked, looking up from the screen “Is that normal for psychology studies?"

“Well, I'm not exactly a shrink," Mike said with a smirk as he looked at Keith “So I'm not an expert, but from what I've heard it's not unheard of that you have to stay close by for a few days." the raven-haired young man said as he kept on scrolling down the email, a small smile forming on his face as he reached the end “Well well, this is something right here…"

“What is it?" the ginger asked as he turned his attention back to his essay, tapping away at the keyboard

“Looks like they're giving a nice incentive bonus to get people to sign up," Mike said with a grin “A nice bonus to the final grade of any course you want"

“Fuck" Keith said, blinking and looking up at Mike “Can they do that? I've never heard of something like that"

“Never heard it before either," Mike said with a nod “But this is an official email from the Head of the Psychology Department. It's from his business email account and everything"

“I dunno Mike…" Keith said, frowning a bit “This still sounds a bit sketchy…"

“Maybe, but honestly," Mike said with a shrug as he turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket “Right now, I think it might just be worth going and check it out. Ya know I'm not doing that well in that sociology class I had to take this year for the credits. This extra bonus might be a good safety net in case shit goes sideways"

Keith let out a small sigh and looked at Mike, his purple eyes staring right into Mike's blue ones.

“Just… be careful ok?"

“Course!" Mike said with a grin as he stood up and grabbed his jacket “Be back soon, don't worry"

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Mike blinked as he stepped through the door to the building where the email said the study was taking place. It was on the top floor of the University's science hall, but so far… he'd not bumped into anyone else upon reaching the upper floors.

Even on a Saturday, there should be at least one or two people milling about up here, either using one of the meeting rooms or going to talk to teachers in their offices.

“Right…" Mike mumbled to himself as he looked around a bit more “This shit isn't right…at all…" he took out his phone and glanced at the email again. Indeed, it did come from the official, university email of the Head of Psychology telling anyone interested to meet up on the top floor of the building. He let out a sigh and slipped his phone back into his pocket “Probably some idiot thinking it would be fun to hack one of the teacher's email or something…" the raven-haired young man mumbled to himself as he turned around to leave.

Only for the sound of a door opening and a voice coming out to stop him in his tracks.

“Oh finally!" said the voice “I've been waiting for what feels like ages! I had to pull so many strings to clear this floor to be used for this experiment and no one turns up at all." Mike blinked and turned around to see where the voice was coming from. At the end of the hall, he saw another guy. He had snow-white hair, bright green eyes, and a relaxed body language.

“Um, yeah I think most people assume it's a crank or something," Mike said slowly as he looked the guy over.

“Heh, yeah. I can see how people would think that" the guy said with a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck “Guess it does seem a bit too good to be true"

“Pretty much," Mike said, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked closer. Right this guy doesn't seem too bad…

“Well, guess next time I should offer cash or something" the guy joked, holding out his hand for Mike to shake “Well at least you showed up, so that's something. Name's Quinn."

“I'm Mike," the raven-haired young man said, taking Quinn's hand and giving him a fair shake.

“Well, nice to meet you, Mike," Quinn said with a big smile, one that kinda reminded Mike of a stage performer “Good to see that my day won't be wasted"

“Um, don't you need more than one person to do a scientific study?" Mike asked, frowning a bit at how calm Quinn was about this

“Oh don't worry it will be fine," Quinn said as he smiled at Mike again “I mean, since you are here, others will likely follow"

“You sound really sure about that…" Mike said, his frown deepening as he took a step back out of reflex.

“Oh, I am. I am very very sure about that" Quinn said with a smirk as he snapped his fingers. Green sparks flew out of them and washed all over Mike's body and he felt his body seize up in place. Mike's eyes went wide as his body froze in place, Quinn walking closer to him and pulling something out of his pocket. A small deck of cards. “Surprised?" Quinn asked as he started to shuffle the cards without even looking at them “I admit, I was a bit concerned about my little scheme for a second there, but I guess old Martin pulled through in the end" he said, flicking up one of the cards and showing it to Mike with a smirk on his face.

Mike's eyes went even wider as he realized that inside the card was the Head of the Psychology department, staring ahead with bright green eyes like Quinn's and a dumb smile on his face.

“Heh not really the type I usually go for," Quinn said as he put the card back into the deck “But he had his uses. Mostly writing out that little email and sending it to a student that matched my needs."

Your needs? Mike thought as he stared at Quinn, his eyes being the only thing he could still move.

“Now, I could give you a longer explanation of what's coming…." the white-haired guy said with a smirk “But frankly, I've been sitting in this boring ass office for most of the day at this point and I kinda just want to get on with it." he finished shuffling the deck and pulled out another card, grinning as he brought up to Mike's eyes. Mike's eyes locked onto the card, which had a bright green spiral pattern on it, and the moment he did that, the card flashed green and the spiral began to spin. And spin. And spin. And Mike's eyes were locked onto it the whole time as they slowly began to shift color.

“Oh you'll be perfect," Quinn said with a smirk as he saw the sapphire eyes that Mike had slowly change into a dull green as he kept staring into the spiral, deeper and deeper.

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Three Days Later

“Come on….come on" Keith mumbled as he paced back and forth, his phone on his ear as he heard the voicemail message come up again. “Fuck!" he groaned as he hung up and threw the thing onto the couch before leaning against the wall, running his fingers through his hair. The ginger was starting to go crazy at this point, not having heard a single peep from Mike except for one text message about him arriving at the place where the study was being held.

Keith expected that Mike wouldn't be coming back to the dorm for a bit when he heard about the whole 'experiment could last multiple days' thing, but he expected at least a phone call or a text message from his boyfriend at some point during those days.

“Fuck…." he groaned as he rubbed his temples in an attempt to stall the headache he felt was coming. “I knew this thing smelled rotten…"

He'd tried getting in contact with some of the other people in the university who might know a thing or two about this, but he either just got someone telling him they knew nothing about this or that it had been set up by the Head of the Department and he was handling it personally, so to call him instead. Which had resulted in just about the same result as calling Mike directly, nothing but voicemail and disconnected calls.

“Right, fuck this I'm calling the damn cops…" he mumbled as he stepped away from the wall, shaking his head “If this doesn't count as a missing persons case, I don't know what the fuck will… Maybe then I'll manage to get some kinda answer at the very least instead of a fricking robot telling me to talk after the beep…." he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, bringing up the keypad and typing in 911. He let out a small sigh as he heard the dial tone ring out. Only for the call to suddenly just…stop.

He blinked and looked at his phone. The screen showed that he was supposedly still calling, but the screen was frozen. He tapped on it, trying to get it to hang up or keep going, but it did nothing.

“Okay…." he mumbled as he tried to turn the screen off. Nothing again. “That's one of the weirdest glitches I've seen yet…" he let out a sigh as he held the power button to try and restart it “Pretty much fits with how the rest of the day has been going…. Out of pan of essay writing and into the fire of my boyfriend disappearing and now I can't even call the damn cops about it…" he sighed as the phone's screen flickered and turned off. “Right here's hoping this shit works the second time round…." he mumbled as he tried to turn it back on. As he stared at the phone, he heard what sounded like someone walking behind him.

“Who's there?" Keith hissed, turning around quickly. Only to be met with the couch and the two chairs, completely undisturbed. The ginger blinked and shook his head “Fuck I think I'm starting to hear things…." he mumbled as he took a seat on the couch, grabbing the side of his head as he waited for the phone to turn back on. Letting out a sigh, Keith tossed the thing onto the coffee table. Where it landed next to a playing card.

“The hell…" the redhead asked, blinking and rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. Indeed, the card was still there, a bright white and grey rectangle contrasting against the dark brown table. Curiosity flooded through Keith's body as he reached over and grabbed it.

It was extremely well made, not like the cards one would buy at the supermarket for a game of Solitaire. It was the kind of card one would see in a casino or being used for card tricks by magicians.

“What is this doing here…" Keith mumbled as he turned it around, blinking in surprise as he saw the face of the card. Instead of a number and symbol, it was the image of a bright blue spiral of some kind, that seemed to follow Keith's eyes as he slowly turned the card, trying to find a brand or some kind of indication of who left it there. “Is this someone's idea of a joke?" he asked, still staring at the card “Because if it is, then it isn't fucking funny!"

There was no response at all, the only sound in the dorm aside from him was that of his phone finally turning back on. Keith sighed and looked at the card one more time. “Right I think I'm going crazy at this point" he mumbled as he moved to set the card down. And right as he was doing that, the card flashed bright blue. Keith's eyes went wide as the light flowed into his eyes from the spiral, which was now moving at an incredible speed. His eyes flashed blue for a split second before his eyelids felt incredibly heavy. The card slipped from his fingers as his arm dropped down to his side, being too heavy for him to lift up anymore.

“W-Wha….was….." he mumbled before he couldn't hold it anymore and closed his eyes, slumping forwards, face first onto the table and starting to snore as he fell into a deep sleep. But right before he lost consciousness, he heard footsteps again and someone grabbing his shoulders, before everything went black.

---

Keith groaned, blinking as everything around him was a mess of colors and lights.

“F-Fuck…." he mumbled, shivering as his vision began to slowly clear itself up, things slowly returning to focus, making him blink more and more. As he did, he heard what sounded like… moaning?

Yeah, that was moaning, Rather loud moaning at that, coming from somewhere rather close to him. He groaned silently and tried to reach up to rub his eyes, only to find that his arms wouldn't move.

“Ah good!" came a voice from….somewhere in front of him. He blinked and looked to the source, but his vision was still just a glob of colors and lights “You are awake!"

“W-who's there?" Keith asked, blinking more to try and clear up his vision, but it wasn't working.

“Hmm," the voice muttered, though Keith could still hear the moaning as the voice spoke “Guess I should have expected this somewhat. He is still getting used to his new abilities and all that"

“Abilities? What the hell are you talking about? Who are yo-" the words died in Keith's throat as he felt his eyes tingle, as if someone had sprayed water into them. Instantly, the colors and lights sharpened back into proper shapes and items. Keith groaned and blinked, looking ahead to see who exactly was talking to him, but instead, he gasped as he got a good look at the figure in front of him.

Or rather, figures.

“MIKE!?" Keith shouted as his eyes locked on his boyfriend. Said boyfriend as currently laying on a table completely naked, his ass sticking upwards and getting his brains fucked out by another figure, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he was being pounded into constantly “MIKE THE FUCK!?"

“Oh stop shouting, he can't hear you" came the voice from before, drawing Keith's eyes up from Mike to the guy who was screwing him, who greeted him with a nasty-looking smirk. “Honestly, right now I doubt he's even aware you are in front of him."

“What the hell are you…" Keith growled, his eyes traveling back down to Mike, letting out a small gasp as he noticed that Mike didn't quite look the same. He was a bit shorter, his hair was a bit longer, his eyes were a dull green instead of the vibrant sapphire blue he knew quite well, and his muscles were less pronounced. He was constantly moaning and giggling as he kept getting pounded into repeatedly like he was barely aware of anything else. “Who the fuck are you!? And what did you do to him!?"

“Heh, figured out I did it?" the guy said, talking while still pounding into Mike like it was no big deal “Fine then. My name's Quinn. Quinn Morris. As for what I did…" he gave Mike a pat on the ass as he finally pulled out, getting a loud moan out of the raven-haired guy who slumped forwards, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he let out giggles. “Well, I just gave him a new job is all"

“A job!?" Keith hissed as he tried to get up again, growling as he realized he was tied down onto a chair “Getting fucked by you is a job!?"

“Oh no," Quinn said, shoving Mike off the table and taking a seat on it, right in front of Keith. There was a light thud and a moan from Mike as he hit the floor. “That's just a convenient bonus to how I get my assistants. They're soooo obsessed with serving me that they'll do anything for me."

“A-Assistants?" Keith stammered out, staring into Quinn's green eyes, which shimmered with a malicious light

“Yes, assistants," Quinn said with a grin, turning to Mike “Get up and go get dressed, ya dumb slut!"

“Umm…Y-Yessir, Master Quinn, sir!" Mike stammered out, his voice sounding a lot slower and stupider than it normally did. He stumbled up to his feet, groaning a bit and shaking his head. Quinn shook his head and gave a smack on his bare ass.

“I said move," he said with a smirk

“Sorry sir!" Mike squeaked with a moan and a dumb grin on his face as he dashed out of the room. Keith's eyes were wide as he saw that, turning his sight back to Quinn in shock.

“Magic is a wonderful thing," Quinn said with a smirk as he grabbed a small deck of cards from the table. Cards with a pattern Keith recognized.

“W-Wait, magic?" Keith asked in disbelief as Quinn began to shuffle the cards

“Oh course. What did you think I transformed the star of the baseball team into a twink with no brains by just talking to him? Or putting on a visor on his face?" Quinn said with a chuckle as he lifted a card, before putting it back into the deck.

“Y-Your a fucking wizard?!"

“No, I'm a magician," Quinn said, looking at Keith like he was a fucking idiot “Wizards are a bunch of stuffed-up idiots who never do anything fun with their powers. Magicians are the total opposite"

“B-But magicians don't do magic! They do tricks! Illusions!" Keith shouted as he tried to wiggle his arms free.

“Heh, of course they say that. What's the fun in revealing to idiots like you that magic exists? It's a lot more fun and interesting to see their faces as they try to rationally explain actual magic!" he let out another laugh “I have to say, they can come up with some wild fucking explanations!"

“W-What the hell do you want with us?" Keith stammered out, his eyes on the cards Quinn was shuffling.

“With you, ya mean," Quinn said, poking Keith's nose “After all, Mike will literally do anything I want him to at this point. And as for you, it's simple. You're gonna be just like him"

“W-What!? Why!?" Keith shouted

“Oh simple. I need a pair of dumb pieces of eye candy by my side when I go on stage" Quinn said calmly “People love that old cliche, so I thought I'd do my own twist on it. Instead of a pair of bimbos, I'll go on stage with a pair of dumbass guys in short shorts and vests"

“B-But why do this to us? Why not hire-"

“What you think I've got the fucking money to hire them?" Quinn asked with a laugh “Oh please! It's a lot cheaper to get a list of guys around the age I'm looking for and lure them in with an email about a bullshit extra credits thing. It just so happened your boyfriend took the bait. And that saves me having to write another email"

“Um…Master?" Mike asked as he walked back into the room, still completely naked but this time he was holding a playing card.

“Yes, Mike?" Quinn asked, his eyes not leaving Keith, whose own eyes were locked onto his boyfriend. Mike indeed did look like he was built to draw attention now, every part of his body seemed built to get the attention of people. His now wide green eyes, his perfectly messy black hair that seemed even softer than ever before. Everything about him was made to draw in the crowd.

“I can't find my uniform….just found a card…" Mike said, holding up the playing card.

“Didya forget, Mike?" Quinn said, finally turning to face his assistant “You don't need clothes. You just need that card. A magician's assistant just needs a card to use his magic"

“Oooooh yeah!" Mike said, letting out a giggle “Sorry Master! 'M real stupid to forget that"

“Oh don't be sorry. I made ya this way on purpose. Now go ahead and get dressed" Quinn ordered

“Yessir!" Mike said as he flipped the card around a few times until green sparks shot out of it. A second later, Keith's eyes went wide as bright light washed out of the card's face all over Mike's body. A second later, the light faded and Mike was now dressed in a pair of booty shorts, a black vest that left his stomach exposed, and a big green bow tie. “There we go, sir!"

“Heh perfect. You look like a good, dumb assistant" Quinn said with a smirk as he turned back to Keith, holding up a card “Exactly like you'll be real soon"

“W-Wait" Keith stammered out

“Don't worry Keith!" Mike said with a dumb giggle “It feels SOOO good to serve Master Quinn! It's a lot more fun than being some smart student or whatever. A sexier too!" he said, breaking out into giggles with that last word.

“Exactly!" Quinn said as he moved the card closer to Keith's face.

Keith's eyes went wide as he tried to break free one more time before Quinn flipped the card around. On it was a green spiral that Keith's eyes locked onto unable to look away from the green spiral pattern on it, and the moment he did that, the card flashed green and the spiral began to spin. And spin. And spin. Keith's eyes flashed green as he slumped forward, unable to look away from the spiral. Everything around him began to fade into the background. Mike, Quinn, the room. Everything faded into darkness. All that he could see, all that mattered, was the green spiral.

“That's right" a voice whispered into Keith's ear “Just keep staring at the spiral. Looking deep into it…"

“Look…..deep……." Keith mumbled, his mouth feeling numb as all his focus was on the green spiral which wasn't just on the card anymore. It was flowing out of it, right into his eyes.

“Now…I want you to think hard about your memories, your personality, your likes, your dislikes" the voice whispered “Everything that makes you who you are." Keith nodded as he unconsciously obeyed the command, those memories being moved to the front of his mind.

A second later, he heard a distant snapping sound and he felt a tug behind his eyes. Then, he shivered as the spiral began to flow in reverse, back into the card instead of out of it and purple mist flew out of his eyes and into the card itself. Memories faded more and more and more as the mist was sucked into the card. His name, his likes, his dislikes. All of it was leeched out of him and into the card. Soon the spiral had returned to the card itself, now a combination of green and purple, that kept on spinning.

“Now….tell me your name" the voice ordered. The ginger blinked for a second and shook his head.

“I don't know it…." he mumbled

“Does that bother you?" the voice asked

“No…" the ginger answered, shaking his head again “Spiral is all that matters…."

“That's right. The spiral is all that matters" the voice said again with a grin and the ginger felt something pat the top of his head “Just stare into the spiral and listen carefully"

“Listen carefully…." he repeated, nodding a bit as he leaned closer to the spiral

“You are a magician's assistant named Keith" the voice whispered “That's all you have ever been and all you ever wish to be" The ginger nodded, the words worming inside his empty mind and branding themselves onto his brain like gospel.

“Magician's….assistant…." the ginger mumbled as he nodded, his eyes starting to take on the same green tint as the spiral's original color.

“That's right. That's all you've ever been. You know everything about magic, both tricks and real spells. All you need to know to be the best possible servant and assistant to your master" the voice whispered. There was a small spark from the card and the green of the spiral began to flow out and into Keith's brain.

Understanding of everything filled his now empty mind. Of every single magic trick ever performed, of what exactly to do with each little device a magician would ever need. And then more esoteric knowledge flowed in.

Magic. Real magic, the type that was affecting him began to flow into his mind. Understanding the power behind each and every single spell, how to cast it properly, and its consequences. But information about anything else did not flow into his brain. Math, reading, and stuff like that weren't useful to him in his role. That stuff was better handled by someone else. Someone bigger, smarter, hotter than him.

A stupid smile formed on his face as those thoughts entered his brain. Thoughts of what to him was now the most perfect human in existence. Quinn, his master. The smile turned into a dumb giggle as more thoughts related to Quinn flowed into his brain. Thoughts of how good he looked. Of his soft, snow-white hair, his bright green eyes that melted him with a single look, the smirk on his face that made Keith melt after a single look at it. The voice that carried so much power and authority behind it, to the point that obeying him was more reflex than action for the ginger assistant. He lived to make Quinn's life easier. He existed to serve Quinn in whatever way his master wanted him to. If his master wanted him to massage his feet, he'd do it. If he wanted a blowjob, he'd do it without a second of hesitation. Quinn was everything to him.

Quinn was perfect. And Keith would gladly do anything for him.

“Tell me…what are you?" the voice asked

“I'm Master Quinn's assistant…" Keith said with a dreamy smile as the spiral began to fizzle out and retreat back into the card

“What were you before?"

“I was Master Quinn's assistant…I've always been Master Quinn's assistant…" Keith mumbled with the same smile as the card returned to being a flat spiral, this time completely purple.

“Who is Quinn?" the voice asked

“Master Quinn is perfect," Keith said in the same half-awake tone “He is the most perfect human in the world and I love serving him"

“Is there something you wouldn't do for Quinn?"

“I'd do anything for Master Quinn," the ginger said with a smile and a rather dumb-sounding giggle.

“Good answer," the voice said and suddenly the card disappeared from Keith's view. The assistant blinked for a second as everything around him suddenly came back into focus. He blinked slowly and saw someone standing by the table. He had black hair and dull-green eyes, a shade that was really familiar to him, and was wearing a rather revealing outfit, but he couldn't really place the guy's name. Nor did he really care about it either.

“Good morning, assistant" came a whisper in his ear and the ginger shivered with pleasure

“Hello, Master!" he said with a grin as he felt his Master's muscular arms wrap around his torso, making him moan and shiver again.

“I see you had a good nap," his Master said, a teasing tone clear in his voice

“Um…Yeah! I totally did Master!" Keith said with a nod and a smile. He didn't remember falling asleep, but if his Master said he was sleeping, then he had been sleeping! His Master was always right after all.

“Good," his Master said with a smile as he looked him over, chuckling as he pulled another card out of his pocket and gave it a flick between his fingers. A bright flash blasted out of it and over Keith's body, making the redhead shiver a little as it washed over him. The clothes he was wearing collapsed into ash, and his body shifted a bit under the effects of the spell. His eyes grew a bit bigger, his muscles less pronounced, and any damage or flaw on his skin evaporated, as did any body hair. He let out a small giggle as his vision became perfect, eliminating the need for his glasses, his ass seemed to…inflate a bit. A second later, the glow disappeared, and blinked, looking at his Master.

“What did you do, Master?" he asked, looking down at his altered body.

“I didn't do anything, you dumb twink," Master Quinn said, patting Keith's head “You've always looked like that, remember?"

Keith blinked then let out a giggle. Of course, he'd always looked like this! Why would he ever think something as silly as thinking he ever looked different than the twink his master made him?

“Right!" Keith said, giving his master a stupid grin and a nod “Do you want me to do anything, Master?"

“Heh yes, yes I do" Master Quinn said as he grabbed Keith's shoulders and shoved him onto the table

“Woah!" he exclaimed and giggled as he felt his toro hit the wood, his ass sticking up.

“You can help me unwind, like a good assistant" Quinn whispered into Keith's ear before the ginger heard the sound of a zipper being undone. He grinned and shivered in anticipation.

“Course Master!" he said, wiggling his butt a bit “Whatever ya need from me!"

“Good answer, Keith" Master Quinn said, tapping Keith's ass “Mike!"

“Yes Master Quinn?" the black-haired guy asked, in the same dumb-sounding tone of voice Keith spoke in, making him tilt his head in curiosity.

“Go make sure everything's ready for the next show" he ordered as he ran his finger down Keith's back, making him shiver a little

“Course Master!" the black-haired guy said with a giggle and a nod, before heading out of the room.

“Who's that Master?" Keith asked in between moans.

“Oh you really are dumb, aren't you?" Master Quinn said, still running his finger down Keith's back, getting more moans and shivers out of the ginger “That's my other assistant, Mike."

Keith blinked and giggled, nodding. How could he forget his Master's other assistant? He worked with the other twink every day to make sure his Master's every need and want was cared for!

Master's right, I really am dumb he thought with a giggle

“Oh well, that doesn't matter," Master Quinn said with a chuckle “You aren't here to be smart. You're here to do whatever I say and to look hot while I'm performing. Right, Keith?"

“R-Right Master Quinn!" Keith moaned as he felt his master's hand on his body

“Of course I'm right," his master said, patting Keith's butt “I'm always right"

“Yes, you're always right" Keith moaned

“Good assistant," Quinn said “Now…let's break you in a bit before tonight's show, shall we?" Without saying another word, Quinn slammed his dick into Keith's ass, making the assistant moan and shiver with pleasure. Not only at the fact his Master was fucking him but also that he was doing what he was created to do. To make his Master happy and comfortable.

And that was a role the orange-haired twink was more than happy to have, giggling and moaning the entire time.