Luke, the Magician's Assistant to the Mysterious Marvel

(Author's note: I do not own nor did I write this story. Credit for this tale, "Luke and the Magician", goes to a user who goes under the name enmstorypic from another site. I really enjoyed this story so I received permission from the creator to re-post this. I wanted to share this all with you and I hope you enjoy.)

For the past three years, Luke had been putting himself through college by taking the odd modeling job. He certainly had the looks for it. Tall, with broad shoulders and a becomingly narrow waist, Luke was blessed with thick brown hair and a handsome face. A love of physical fitness led to a challenging work out every day and as a result, Luke was nicely muscled with a well-developed chest and strong arms. Despite his good looks and burgeoning modeling career, Luke had somehow managed to stay very modest. In fact, he was a little embarrassed by the attention he got from his peers at the college whenever his modeling career came up. So it was with some trepidation that Luke accepted a rather unusual job offer. According to the offer and its accompanying contract, he was to be a “lovely magician’s assistant” at an on-campus magic show on Friday night. Apparently, all that was needed was that Luke stand on stage with the magician - some guy unimaginatively named the Mysterious Marvel – and pass him various props while making appropriately amazed sounds after some lame trick or other. Luke didn’t have a very high opinion of so-called “magicians” and he certainly wasn’t eager to trot around onstage in front of his classmates, but the proposed money was simply too good to turn down.

The magician had supplied Luke with his costume for the evening, which consisted of a white dress shirt and black pants. Both the pants and shirt were tight and clung firmly to Luke’s well-shaped body. The pants in particular were made of some clingy fabric which molded especially well to the bulge of his ass and cock. As he surveyed himself in the mirror, Luke blushed a little, wishing that the costume was a little looser. With its form-fitting silhouette, there was no way Luke would be able to wear his regular baggy boxer shorts underneath. Instead, he opted for a pair of tight black boxer briefs.

Appropriately attired, Luke headed across campus to the Performing Arts Centre. Outside on a large billboard was a sign proclaiming tonight’s sold out show by “the Mysterious Marvel!” Its bold yellow lettering promised an evening of magical thrills and delights. The main stage where the show was being held could fit close to 500 people. From what Luke could tell, all 500 were eager for a show. Out front, there was a large queue of people already lining up to get in to the auditorium. Luke began to feel the first fluttering of nerves in his stomach. He hadn’t realized there would be so many of his classmates here!

Slipping around back to the performer’s entrance, Luke introduced himself to the security guard waiting at the door. Peering at him over the edges of her dark sunglasses, she gave him the once over, glancing appreciatively at the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. Blushing a fierce shade of red under her scrutiny, Luke shifted his stance and blocked her view with a hand. Unperturbed, the security guard snorted and ushered Luke down a long hallway into the wings of the theatre. Backstage, she introduced Luke to the Mysterious Marvel, who turned out to be a handsome guy in his mid-thirties with a well-muscled body and olive-colored skin.

“Luke, thank goodness you’re here!” the man said with a handshake. “We haven’t got any time to lose. The show is just about to start! Now, there’s nothing to worry about, my boy, this will be simple. Just do as I say and everything will be fine.” Licking his lips, Marvel took a moment to look Luke over appreciatively. “I see you got the costume I sent over. Excellent; everything seems to fit perfectly.” Marvel struggled to keep his composure. He couldn’t believe his luck! Standing in front of him was one of the most attractive men he had ever seen, just waiting to do whatever he said as his assistant. Marvel had never imagined such a sexy young guy would get the job and he immediately began mentally revising his act to take full advantage of this happy situation. Grinning from ear to ear, the magician grabbed Luke by a well-muscled arm and dragged the startled guy out under the bright lights of centre stage.

In the very brief time Luke had been backstage with Marvel, it seemed as though the auditorium had filled to bursting. Each and every seat was filled and there were even some people standing along the walls. The crowd thundered into applause as the Mysterious Marvel took the stage with his handsome assistant. Looking out into the theatre, Luke felt his stomach grow tight. The audience was huge - several hundred screaming people. Busy taking in the raucous crowd and trying to pay attention to the magician’s opening speech, Luke failed to notice that under the harsh glare of the spotlights his tight white dress shirt was nearly transparent. Through the flimsy material, the audience was treated to the sight of his shapely pecs, perky nipples, and washboard abs. Combined with the tightness of his pants and the prominence of his bulge, Luke was unknowingly causing quite a sensation. Unbeknownst to him, the audience tittered. The magician, still introducing his act to the crowd, took notice of the response and smiled.