Mr. Turns Servant Arik (Patreon)

 During a conversation with casualpatrolperfection I got curious what happened with Mr. Turns Servants and wrote a little conclusion for Winston. At least read his part #1 for this to make sense. 

Arik was scared. He wasn’t often called into masters office, and so far only for punishments. Though it was over a year ago since the last time, he was still inconvenienced every day from it. Then things had been going well, a bit too well, and he had been slacking off with some of the gardening. “You like dicking around? I’ll give you something to keep your hands busy”, master had said, eyes glowing red. “I expect the garden to be flawless from now on”, and waved Arik out.

He hadn’t even left the house for the garden when he felt a wave going through his body, and he became hornier than he had ever been before in his life. Despite his hot body and its generous equipment he only jerked off once a week or so. Normally there wasn’t any women around, and he had no interest in the other guys, while all objectively gorgeous. They were also all straight, to the best of his knowledge. With no internet and no TV he would just spend some extra time in the shower to relieve the pressure. But now he was almost light headed with the amount of blood going into his rock hard cock. Instead of walking out, he turned and went upstairs to his room and into the bathroom. He then furiously worked for almost an hour to finally reach climax, and explode thrust after thrust after thrust of cum. He so wanted to apologize to Akio, if they could ever understand each other.

Arik had worked harder than he had ever done before in his life, and added an inspection round before sunrise to make sure everything was pristine when master got up. He needed to work late into the nights to accommodate for his pre-dawn, morning, lunch, afternoon and evening wank routine. They stole 20 minutes minimum each, but he knew that leaving his new urges unattended just made him do less and less work, until he was pressing his pre-cum soaked speedos against any gardening machine that vibrated. That had happened more than once. As far as he knew the garden had been in immaculate condition ever since though, and he had no idea what he had done wrong now.

“Arik, or should I say Winston? Your time here is at an end and you have done an acceptable job. I’m really pleased with the past year in particular. Now, as agreed you will receive $1000 dollars per week, which comes out to $156,000 for three years.” He handed over a bag. “You are free to count them if you like, of course.”

“You may leave right now if you wish, but as an extended courtesy I’m willing to revert your mind and your body to what it was before you signed the contract with me. Just say the word and I’m happy to do either, both or none, but one spell at a time, please.”

Winston, was relieved. This was what he had been waiting for all these years. All the hard work. The extra muscles added when he complained about the hard work. The drop in IQ when master heard him complain about being bored. He could get back to his old life and pretend like this had never happened. Mind and body both, for sure.

“Zihin!” he said.

“And you shall have your mind back!”, Mr. Turns said, eyes glowing.

“Woha, was that an earthquake? Everything just shifted.”, Winston asked, somewhat disoriented.

“Unless you have anything else to say, we are done here.”

“What about the job?”, Winston said, and tried to clear his voice. It somehow sounded wrong to him.

“We will not be needing any more of your services. I’ll show you out. Don’t forget your bag.”

Winston found himself on the driveway shortly after, with a heavy bag in hand, trying to piece together what really happened in that job interview. Or for that matter why he was wearing only speedos and flip flops. Mr. Turns had assured him that he didn’t wore anything else when he entered the building that morning. Weirder yet, how come his body was all muscled up and impossibly tanned? But before all of that he needed get away from this place, and the pool boy staring at him from the bushes, and find somewhere hidden to jerk off. He couldn’t be seen in public with a massive hard on in such ludicrously tight speedos. Since when did he pack such heat anyway?

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