Never Trust a Genie

The gym seems to come naturally to some guys, but for me it’s always been a struggle.

I’m skinny. I’m a nerd. I’m a gay guy. Pick a reason, I’ve got excuses coming from every direction. No matter which way you slice it, I’m not cut out to lift weights.

Not to mention it’s seriously intimidating. The free weight area is full of all these hot meatheads who seem like they’re running on intuition. Meanwhile I’m walking around the gym and picking whichever machines aren’t in use. I don’t have a plan and I don’t have any expertise. I’ve got a 4.0 GPA, but I’m clueless in here.

I finished up my workout – don’t ask why, I guess I just felt like I’d been there long enough – and I headed to the locker room. Some of my gay friends joke about how they love locker rooms, but they always make me feel super nervous. I feel so exposed, and I always stare at the floor. I don’t want some hot jock thinking that I’m staring at him.

I was just unlocking my locker when I heard a heavy set of footsteps behind me. My heart raced – if I’m intimidated by jocks when they’re on the bench press, it’s a thousand times worse when they’re naked.

“Hey bro,” a deep voice boomed. “I saw you checking out a lot of guys back there.”

I spun around. The voice belonged to a beast of a man. The kind of hyper-masculine gymbro that I wished I could be. He was standing there in a red stringer tank, soaked in sweat, and his black shorts left nothing to the imagination.

“You gay bro?” he asked, giving me a teasing look. A gentle smirk firmed under his mischievous eyes. It felt like a trap.

“No way,” I said automatically, my mind jumping back to high school gym class and the thousand times I’d be thrown against a locker.

But I was an adult now, I didn’t have to be afraid of those guys. They were all back in my hometown, working loser jobs at fast food places. “I mean... yeah, but... no,” I stuttered. “I wasn’t looking at those guys in like... a gay way. I just wanna get big and buff like them, y’know? Like you. It’s hard not to look... I didn’t mean anything by it,” I rambled.

“So that’s a yes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

The muscle beast laughed.

“Relax,” he said. “We all started small, right? Look bro, nobody cares if you’re gay – just means you appreciate a good physique even more, doesn’t it? Besides, I’m gay too.”

“What?” I asked, my mouth refusing to close.

“I’m gay,” he shrugged, his thick traps flexing. “And a genie.”

I did another double take.

“I’m sorry, did you say you’re a genie?” I stuttered.

“Yeah, like in fairy tales,” the genie said, shrugging again. “Mostly retired these days, but when I see a guy like you sneaking glances, I still do a little business. I could change your life dude.”

“Like... you’re gonna grant my wishes?” I asked.

“You wanna grab a steam?” the genie asked. “Talk through your transformation? I mean, if you want. Sometimes mortals don’t trust a genie – no hard feelings if you wanna pass.”

It was impossible, but I didn’t hesitate. I stripped out of my clothes – sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt – and wrapped a towel around my waist. While I was getting undressed the genie opened up the locker beside me and tugged off his clothes too.

“Nice cock,” he said, glancing down at me. “You a top?”

I shook my head. Lucky for me, we were the only two in the change room.

“Nope,” I said nervously. “I’m a bottom.”

“Too bad,” the genie laughed. “I could use a good fuck.”

“Wait... you’re...” I stammered. “I mean, I just figured... a guy your size...”

The genie laughed again and held up a hand to stop me.

“Yah bro,” he chuckled. “I take it up the ass. What’s your name anyway?”

“I’m DJ,” I said, automatically reaching out to shake his hand.

“Good to meet you,” the genie grinned. “Let’s hit the steam.”

We walked across the change room and through a heavy wooden door. The room was stifling – but the genie seemed to like it. Luck was still with me – we were alone in there.

“It’s weird,” he said. “Something about a steam room, it reminds me of living in the lamp.”

He relaxed on a wood bench. I took a seat across from him.

“So... how do I know you’re actually a genie?” I asked nervously. I felt weird, but I needed some sort of proof. “I mean... maybe you’re just some weird guy, trying to get me to top you or whatever.”

The genie grinned.

“Just a sec,” he said. “Someone’s coming this way. I’ll show you.”

The door swung open and two college guys walked into the room, chatting loudly. They were typical young jocks, the kind of guys you see screaming at their buddies on the bench press. Both of these guys were wearing those stupid tiktok perms you see everywhere.

“I’m telling you bro, she was super into me,” the blond one was insisting.

“Yeah, you wish,” the dark haired one shot back.

“Hey guys,” the genie interrupted. “My buddy and I are having a private conversation. Why don’t you distract each other?”

“Huh?” the blond one asked, giving the genie a weird look. Something in his lizard brain was informing him how the genie outranked him in the gymbro hierarchy.

“Like this,” the genie grinned, snapping his fingers. The sound echoed through the room and the college guys instantly got hard ons. I could see their cocks, suddenly rigid and urgent beneath their towels.

“Dude,” the dark haired one said, turning and locking lips with the blond one. They landed on a bench and started a frenzied make out session. Both of them were groping at the other, their minds completely clouded by lust.

“Any other questions?” the genie asked me.

“Wait... you can just... do that?” I gasped.

“Yeah,” the genie grinned. “Like I said. Genie.”

My doubts were gone. All I wanted to know were details.

“What about restrictions?” I asked. “Like in the movies.”

“There aren’t any,” the genie shrugged. “I’m in business now. I got rid of that whole three wishes thing when I went freelance.”

“What about raising the dead, making someone fall in love, all that stuff?” I asked.

“Well... I still use my discretion,” the genie admitted. “But nobody really wants to bring back zombie grandpa. Nobody really wants to turn your crush into a blank-eyed love slave. Love slaves suck anyhow, they just write poetry and mope around – go for a sex slave instead.”

“I don’t want anything like that,” I said quickly, afraid of what he might do. I saw how fast he turned those two jocks into makeout buddies... who knew what he’d do to me? “That’s too extreme. I just... I wish I knew how to be sexier.”

“Sexier?” he grinned. “Like you wanna be a go-go boy?”

“No... just like guys in the gym,” I said, pointing at the makeout jocks. “Guys like this, they’re all muscle and sex appeal. It seems to come so easy...”

“That’s all you want?” the genie laughs. “Yeah, I can make you a gymbro, that’s easy. We just have to figure out the price.”

“The price?”

“Yeah, I said I’m in business, right?” the genie said with a roll of his eyes. “So you want big muscles, I can help you out. But what do I get?”

“Uh...” I said, trying to think. “I don’t have much money, but –“

The genie cut me off with a wave of his hand.

“I don’t want money or trinkets,” the genie laughed. “I want want something else – an actual piece of whatever makes you YOU. Some quality you have. Some skill. Some history. Here, let me show you,” he offered.

“Hey, guys, gimme your attention for like two seconds,” the genie said, waving his hands at them. Finally he had to snap his fingers, the echo bouncing through the room again.

They stopped making out and turned to look at him, big empty grins plastered over their faces.

“I’m trying to get my friend here to understand how a deal works,” he explained. He pointed at the blond one. “You. What’s something you want to change about yourself?”

“Uh... I guess... I want like... a bigger cock?” the jock said, his face blushing a deep red.

“Okay,” the genie nodded. “Good. And, just as an example, I’m gonna make the price your modesty, okay?”

“Uh, yeah...” the blond shrugged. He seemed a little confused, probably still thinking about making out with his buddy. “Okay,” he agreed.

The genie snapped his fingers and the sound echoed through the room. The blond’s towel fell, dropping off his waist and vanishing before it hit the floor. He was naked now, his average cock sticking out from a thick bush of light brown hair.

It didn’t stay average for long. Even though his cock was already hard, it seemed to be getting even harder. Inch after inch, it pushed out until it was almost double the size. Trust me, I’ve seen my fair share of cock. Blondie was just over eleven inches, and thick as hell. If we met on Grindr, that thing would scare me.

“Oh my god,” the blond jock moaned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his pole. “That feels so fucking good.” I stared as he groped himself – his balls were getting bigger too, growing to match his new size.

“And let’s make sure you –“ the genie said, pointing at the dark haired one “– get fucked good.”

The dark haired jock grinned excitedly.

“How about a big juicy ass?” the genie asked, tempting him. “You’ll need it, if you want to handle his new cock.”

“Yeah,” the brunette agreed. “I’ll give you... my humility?” he said with uncertainty. “I mean, that’s a thing, right? And...”

“That’s perfect,” the genie grinned. He snapped his fingers again.

The dark haired one shifted on his seat as his new ass grew thick beneath him. It ballooned out, turning from a cute muscle butt into a thick pair of watermelons.

“Bro, check my ass out,” he laughed, staring at the blonds cock. “My ass is so big and thick and juicy... you wanna fuck me, dontcha bro?” he bragged. His humility was gone, and he was ready to show off.

“Why did his towel go away?” I asked, trying to understand the scene in front of me.

“Who needs a towel?” the blond grinned, making his cock jump. “I’m like... a total showoff. Gotta let everyone know what I’m packing, y’know?”

“Not a shred of modesty left,” the genie smirked. “That’s why.”

“Bend over Danny,” the blond one said to his friend. “I’m gonna fuck you good.”

“You better,” Danny grinned, propping himself up on his elbows and sticking his ass out. “I’m the best fuck you ever had!”

I stared as Blondie pushed into his friend. Danny moaned under him like a bitch in heat.

“You get it now?” the genie asked. “I can give you big muscles... but I need something in return.”

I tried to shut out the world and think clearly. I had to stop and consider carefully – what could I give him that wouldn’t hurt me. Blondie and Danny might be having great sex, but they were also on a path towards being a couple of showoff boytoys for whoever took advantage. I had to be smarter than that.

“Okay...” I said slowly. “How about... you give me big muscles, and I’ll give you my anxiety? How about that?”

“Smart choice,” the genie grins. “That’s kind of a two-for-one, huh? You get big muscles, and you kick your nerves... yeah, I’m into that.”

He snapped his fingers and I felt the echo tear me apart. A bolt of energy ripped through me.

It started at my toes. My feet cracked and reformed, growing wider and more vascular. Then the energy travelled through my ankles, leaving my joints wide and strong. My calves expanded, forming into perfect teardrops. My quads pumped up, and my glutes pushed themselves into an exceptional pair of globes. My ass wasn’t quite as big as Danny’s, but it would be more than enough to strain any pair of pants.

My waist got tight and I saw a six pack appear, popping out one row at a time. The energy kept travelling up, forming my pecs into a heavy pair of round muscle tits. Exactly what I always dreamed about. My back was doing well too – I could feel my lats flaring out, giving me that nice broad vee that I’d wished for a thousand times. My delts started to swell, giving me a pair of capped shoulders that cast serious doubt on my future ability to wear a t-shirt.

The energy split up there, part of it travelling down my arms and part of it moving up towards the top of my head. My triceps and biceps blew up until they were ready to burst, then my forearms swelled up to match. Even my hands got bigger and rougher.

I cracked my neck as the energy travelled through it, making it grow thicker. My jaw cracked too, and I reached up to feel my face. My jaw muscles were getting really thick. I was gonna look like a real meathead now.

“Whoa,” I rumbled, my newly built body forcing my voice down at least two octaves. “I’m... you really did it!”

I dropped my towel on the bench and flexed for the genie, testing out my new physique.

“You better put that towel back on,” the genie smirked, his satisfied tone giving away the pleasure he felt at watching me flex. “What if someone walks in?”

“Who cares?” I laughed. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel a shred of anxiety about what might happen next. “Oh no, someone gets a view of my hot ass? Big fuckin’ deal.”

“Now he gets it,” Danny moaned. I turned and looked at the big-assed jock getting railed by his buddy. They both had wide grins on their faces – I think they liked what they saw.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my tight waist.

“I guess we don’t wanna freak anyone out,” I shrugged. “Though for real... if someone walks in here, I’m not the show.”

“You’re lookin’ good bro,” Blondie gasped, slamming his cock into his friends ass.

“Thanks,” I chuckled. I gave them a quick flex.

“You’re pretty cocky without the anxiety,” the genie laughed. I must have given him a look, because he followed up by saying “Relax DJ, it’s a good thing.”

“I gotta get out there,” I said, thinking about all the other muscle bros like me on the gym floor. “Gotta hit the bench press, really show off, y’know?”

“Yeah,” the genie said, giving me a teasing smirk. “You could do that. You’ve got the big muscles now... too bad you’ve still got a little cock though. Gonna be hard to make the other jocks jealous with only six inches, huh?”

“Don’t tell me,” I said, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “We can fix that, right? I wish for a big cock, you snap your fingers and boom... I’m hung?”

“Do it bro,” Blondie gasped. He was getting close to cumming. “It feels so fucking good.”

“You got it,” the genie said, clearly pleased by the endorsement. “The real question is, what’s the price?”

“Okay, let me think,” I said. I tried to ignore the jocks fucking in front of me, I tried to ignore the over muscled genie, I tried to ignore my own sudden physique... what could I give up this time?

“That’s perfect,” the genie said, interrupting my train of thought. “You can pay me with your thoughtfulness. After all... you’re a really thoughtful guy, so you’ll get a really big cock.”

“No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t wanna be dumb.”

“You won’t be!” the genie insisted. “We’ll leave your intelligence intact on this one. I just want your thoughtfulness… the way you stop and think things through before doing them. You’ll still be smart.”

I did a quick gut check. I guess it made sense, and it didn’t really worry me so...

“Okay,” I nodded. “Do it, but –”

The genie grinned and snapped his fingers. I felt the echo rip through my brain, shaking things up and leaving it different.

“Oh no,” the genie smirked. “Did you change your mind?”

I wasn’t listening. I was too busy staring down at my rapidly hardening cock, watching it push past it’s limits. Every time I thought it couldn’t get bigger it added another inch. It looked small at first, against my giant body, but soon enough...

“Thirteen inches,” the genie said smugly. “And a pair of low hanging balls to match. Feels good, huh?”

I reached down and started fondling my balls.

“Feels so good,” I rumbled, surprised by how horny I felt. Whatever the genie was teasing me about, I didn’t wanna think about it.

“Feels super good bro,” Blondie agreed. He was still fucking his buddy.

Man... was I gonna have that stamina too? I mean... I’m like... a bottom, right? But with a cock like this...

“I’m so fuckin’ horny with this thing,” Blondie moaned.

“Yeah...” I grinned widely. “I’m way fuckin’ horny too!” For the first time in my life, I didn’t think it through. I didn’t get in my own way. I was horny... I was so fuckin’ horny!

“You wanna go party?” the genie asked me. “You’re a big horny stud, and you’re finally outta your head... betcha just wanna dance, don’t you?”

“Dude, that sounds so good,” I agreed easily. I just wanted to do stuff. Lift. Dance. Fuck. Whatever felt good.

“Let’s go dancing,” the genie suggested.

“Yeah!” I blurted out. “You guys wanna come?”

Blondie grinned. “Hell yeah,” he smirked, thrusting faster. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna... uuuuhhhhnfffff.... fuck yeah!” he screamed, pumping cum into Danny’s ass. Danny gasped, losing his load on the wood bench.

Blondie pulled out and grinned vapidly at me. He was already getting hard again. I get that, y’know? Guys like us are always ready to fuck.

“Give us a few to shower and get dressed,” Danny said, feeling Blondie’s cum slide down his leg.

“C’mon bro,” Blondie ordered, slapping Danny’s big ass and rushing them out of the room. The genie and I followed a second later.

The locker room had really filled up while we were in the steam room. The genie and I had been alone earlier, but now there were a couple dozen guys getting changed. At least, they had been until Blondie and Danny walked through the room. Now all of them were glaring at the jock with the massive cock and his buddies jiggling ass and the cum dripping from it.

“What’s wrong boys?” the genie said loudly, gathering their attention. “Everyone fucks in the steam room.”

He snapped his fingers and I felt his words echo through my mind. Yeah... no reason to stare. Dudes fuck, that’s what we do... of course we do it in the locker room too. I glanced around the room – nobody was staring anymore, they were just giving Blondie and Danny smiles, smirks, grins, whatever.

Except for two thirty-something black guys. They were glancing at each other, wrapping towels around their waist before they went for their own steam.

“Hey,” the genie whispered to a nearby old man. “That’s on your tab. And you’re gonna pay with your age – there are what, twenty guys here? Let’s say two years per guy...”

He snapped his fingers and the old mans clock started to roll back. His skin got tight, his muscles plumped up, even his hair grew back into a thick black mane. He went from his late sixties to his late twenties in under a minute.

“Holy shit,” he whispered back in a raspy voice. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” the genie grinned.

While the genie was busy playing around, I went to my locker and tried to find clothes that would work. Everything was too small for me. My old khakis couldn’t possibly make it up my legs, and my dress shirt wouldn’t even fit my arms. No way I could button it up.

I was forced to grab my gym clothes again and try to squeeze into them. My sweats were closer to leggings now, but they made it up to my waist. My ass and my cock were both completely on display... but that’s not a bad thing.

My baggy tee wasn’t going to fit either, so I tore off the sleeves and managed to force it over my head. I had so much new muscle that it was stretched and strained in every direction. The fabric barely reached the middle of my torso, leaving a gap where my abs were exposed. I looked like I was dressed for an obscene 80’s costume party.

Who cared? I squeezed my feet into my converse. I just wanted to go dance.

“Hey dude, ready to go?” Danny asked, coming up behind me and swatting me in the ass. He was dressed in a pair of ass hugging jeans that barely made it around his globes too. “Maybe you wanna ask the genie for new clothes?” Danny suggested. “He hooked me up with some new stuff.”

“Looks like you got two sizes too small” I joked.

“Cause he paid with his modesty,” Blondie said, leaning against the lockers beside me. He wants guys to see that ass, ain’t that right Danny?”

“Hell yeah bro,” Danny grinned. “I got the best ass in town. You bet I’m gonna show it off!”

I looked over at Blondie. He was wearing a pair of grey sweats that outlined his cock.

“What’d you pay with?” I joked. “Blood flow?”

“Nah, this is my old stuff,” Blondie shrugged. “Lucky I still fit.”

He squeezed his cock under the fabric and gave me a hungry look.

“Ready to dance?” the genie asked from behind us.

I shoved my wallet and my keys into my sweats and nodded.

“I’ll call us an uber,” the genie winked.

He snapped his fingers and the locker room was gone, instantly replaced by a dance floor full of gay men. There were lasers and disco balls and lots and lots of hot dudes. I instantly started moving to the music and scoping out guys.

“You like this?” the genie asked, shouting into my ear.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “This is so cool!”

“Life’s better when you’re not stuck in your head, huh?” the genie asked.

“Huh?” I asked. Whatever he said, I wasn’t really processing. “Whatever bro, let’s dance.”

“You look good,” the genie shouted in my ear. “Too bad you’re dressed in gym clothes.”

“Nothing else fits!” I shrugged happily. My big shoulders were catching looks every time I moved. “I got the body bro, who cares how I dress?”

“I get it, you’re not a thinker anymore,” the genie smirked. “I’ll spell it out. Guys with better fashion get more cock.”

“No way!” I said, jumping at his idea. “Then I want better fashion! That’s what I wish for!”

The genie raised an eyebrow.

“So what’s the payment?” he asked.

“I dunno dude,” I moaned. The genie was such a drag sometimes... I didn’t want to think about payment. “Whatever you want,” I shrugged.

“Well... if you’re gonna dress well... then I’m taking your modesty too,” the genie said, flashing me a wicked smile. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

“You got it buddy,” I agreed. I moved my body to the music – the genie could care about fashion and stuff, I just wanted to fuck someone.

Despite the beat, I still heard the genie snap his fingers. It thundered through my body, shaking off my clothes. After a second or two I realized my shirt was gone entirely, leaving my sweaty skin exposed. And my sweatpants were gone too, replaced with nothing but a fashionable red jockstrap. Two red straps reaching across my giant ass, and a mesh pouch straining to hold my massive cock. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized my shoes were gone too, replaced with a pair of neon trainers.

I looked so fuckin’ hot.

“What do you think?” the genie chuckled in my ear. “I know it’s not much... but you like that now, don’t you?”

I ran my hands over my bare torso, loving the way my pecs were exposed to the world. Way more guys were staring at me now. I could feel their eyes on my body, desperate for my attention. I moved my hands over my hips and around to my ass, squeezing my exposed cheeks. My ass was shaved clean – better for the look, y’know?

That’s when I saw my reflection in a mirrored wall. It wasn’t just my clothes that changed – my hair was different too. A fire-engine red fauxhawk that made my face look even more square. I was wearing body glitter and eyeshadow, accentuating my features and forcing the eye straight down to my cock.

“I look like... so good!” I gasped.

“And you want to show everybody,” the genie chuckled. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah!” I nodded. I liked the sound of that. “Take my picture!”

I flexed at the genie, grinding my hips to the music as he took picture after picture on his phone. Soon enough I felt a pair of hands roaming over my body from behind.

“Hey,” a deep voice whispered in my ear. “You’re new, right?”

The genie kept taking pictures as the mystery man felt me up. I didn’t care who he was or what he wanted... all that mattered was that he loved my body.

“You’d remember this,” I smirked, turning my head and locking lips with the man.

As we made out he turned my hips, bringing my body around so our cocks were grinding together. He was overdressed in rugby shorts and a tanktop, but he had that gymrat body I’m so crazy about.

“I’m fucking amazing,” I said, flashing him a confident grin.

“That’s hard to argue,” the guy admitted. “You always so full of yourself?”

“Don’t you recognize him?” the genie asked. He was standing next to us now, his phone back in his pocket. I was a little disappointed – a hottie like me needs pics... but at least people were paying attention to me.

My dance partner was giving me a strange look like he was trying to pin me down.

“Just one second baby,” I said, kissing him again. “I’ll be right back.”

I left the hottie dancing by himself and pulled the genie off to the side.

“What are you doing?” I hissed. “It’s not like I’m famous or whatever.”

“You should be,” the genie said with a raised eyebrow. “Go ahead, make the wish.”

“Okay, I wish I was famous,” I said uncritically. “What’s the price?”

“This is the big one,” the genie said apologetically. “I know you didn’t want to be dumb, but... I’m taking your intelligence, okay?”

“Whoa, genie...” I said hesitantly. Something was wrong about that, but I just couldn’t figure out what.

“Look at that guy,” the genie said, pointing back at my dance partner. He was already getting bored, casting around the room for some other hot guy to play with. “He’s hot,” the genie said. “Aren’t you horny?”

“Yeah... but...” I stammered.

“And don’t you wanna fuck?” the genie asked.

“Yeah, but...”

My brain just wouldn’t lock onto the problem.

“Just say it’s okay,” the genie told me. “I promise, you’ll love it.”

“Okay,” I said without thinking any further. I opened my mouth to say something else, but the genie snapped his fingers before I could form the words.

My mind was on fire. Thought after thought burned up. So many facts were disappearing, so much learning, so many ideas... they were just... huh?

“Huh?” I said to the genie.

“Wait a sec,” I heard the guy say from behind me. He tapped me on the shoulder. “Aren’t you DJ Newmark? The porn star?”

The genie smirked at me and spun me around. I was staring deep into the guy’s handsome face.

“Uh... like... yeah,” I grinned. Words weren’t coming anymore, but who cared? I was happy to dance. Happy to get hard. Happy to be happy, y’know?

“I’ve seen all your movies,” the guy gushed. “Dumb Jock on Vacation, Dumb Jock Visits Europe... I love Dumb Jock in the Library.”

I remembered that last one... it was so hot, getting fucked near all those books... I wore glasses for that one to make me seem smart.

“Genie, this is so cool,” the hot guy said, looking over my shoulder.

I didn’t care – if he wasn’t talking to me, I was still just happy to dance. I ground my cock against his thin shorts... dude was definitely hard for me.

“I didn’t think you’d actually be able to... this is awesome!” the hot guy shouted at the genie.

“Hey,” the genie said behind me. “You wished for a porn star sex slave... and I always deliver on wishes. Give me a minute and we’ll seal the deal.”

“Whoa,” I said, trying to understand what I was hearing. “I’m like... not for sale...”

“Of course you are,” the genie smirked. “Just name your price. That ass... that empty head... make a wish – I’m gonna take your freedom in return.”

“But...” I moaned, trying to focus on anything but the hottie who wanted me.

“Wish for a million dollars,” the genie suggested. “You’re worth it.”

I grabbed at my throbbing cock through the pouch of my jockstrap. Fuck... I was so horny... I couldn’t think about anything...

“Seriously?” the hot guy groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re giving him a choice? You know the deal, if I don’t get my sex slave, you don’t get my computer skills.”

“Wish for a million dollars,” the genie whispered in my ear. “You could have stayed a cocky muscle bro, or a horny party boy, or even just a hot narcissist, but you’ve come this far... don’t make me start over with some other guy.”

“But...” I whimpered. “But I...”

“He’ll make you cum,” the genie promised. “He’s got an amazing ass. Trust me.”

I slipped my hand inside my jockstrap and moaned.

“Wish for a million dollars,” the genie ordered.

“I wish... for a million dollars,” I gasped. My cock was ready to burst. I needed to fuck so bad...

“Good boy,” the genie smirked. He snapped his fingers.

The snap thundered against me and I felt my world bend and shift around me. The music, the dance floor, the men who had me locked in their gaze... none of it mattered except for Master.

I felt something tight around my neck and my fingers brushed against a leather collar. Of course I had a collar... Master owned me, and this was how I showed my devotion to him. A little gold tag hung from the front with my name on it.

DUMB JOCK.

I grinned at the feel of the collar around my neck. I was only too happy to wear it, to give myself over to him day after day. I belonged to Master – and I wanted everyone to know!

I turned away from the bodybuilder I’d been talking to and found my Master again. None of the other men were important. Master is the only man who mattered now.

I stared at him like I was seeing him for the first time. His beautiful blue eyes. His chiselled jaw. His muscular body. Just the sight of him drove me wild. I couldn’t resist kissing him deeply, pressing my whole body against his. I needed him, and he needed me.

“Come with me,” Master said quietly. My ears were tuned to his voice. I couldn’t resist a word he said. I didn’t want to! He took my hand and walked me out of the club. I could feel other men... lesser men... staring at me. A young couple – one blond, one brunette – clapped and cheered as Master took me away.

I couldn’t be prouder. It’s good to be owned.

Master picked up a jacket at the coat check. He asked if I had anything – I couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter, did it? Master had everything I needed.

He pulled a phone from his jacket pocket and stared at it with confusion.

“Do you know how to use one of these?” he asked, handing me the device.

“Uh... yes sir?” I said cautiously. How could I know something that Master didn’t?

“Good. There’s a number in there for my driver. Text him and tell him to pull to the front.”

I found the number easily enough – the last text was only a couple hours ago. It took a minute for a car to pull up in front of us. A long black limo. An attractive young driver hurried out of the car and opened the back door for us.

“Climb inside,” Master told me. He followed me into the back. “Take us home,” he said to the driver before the door closed.

We were inside a luxury limo, all wood accents and leather seats. There was a divider up so the driver couldn’t see us. Master poured two flutes of champaign. He handed me a glass and raised a toast.

“To a long and happy retirement,” he said, clinking his glass against mine. We both took a sip. “Do you know what that means?” he asked with a smile.

“No sir,” I said happily.

“I sold my tech company last month,” Master said. “And now... I guess I don’t have a clue about computers anymore,” he laughed, tossing the phone from his jacket into a little trash container. “The genie took that as payment... for you. I’m gonna have you fuck me everyday DJ.”

“Thank you sir!” I grinned.

He took another sip of his champaign, then took our glasses and placed them to the side.

“Starting now,” he grinned. He pushed his shorts down his legs and kicked them off onto the floor of the limo. As soon as I saw his cock rise, I was operating on instinct. I moved down to my knees and took his beautiful cock in my mouth.

“Mmmm... that’s perfect,” he moaned. I didn’t say anything back – I was too focussed on giving Master the perfect blowjob. I’m just a slutty dumb jock... but I’m also one hell of a porn star.

I spent the next ten miles giving him head. Master grabbed at my hair, guiding me and showing me his favourite rhythm. Eventually Master pushed me away.

“There’s lube on the bar,” the said, pointing beside the champaign bottle. I grabbed the lube while Master planted his elbows on the leather seats of the limo. It was a little tight, but with the right angle I’d be able to give Master the plowing he needed.

Lube in his hole. Lube on my pole. I pushed in gently, letting Master guide himself onto my cock. He took my thirteen inches like a pro.

“I love your ass,” I moaned.

“You better,” he chuckled. “I traded away knowing how to drive for it.”

I thrust myself into his perfect hole over and over, making him scream with pleasure. I was sure the driver heard everything – we were loud enough that pedestrians probably heard us.

After almost an hour of fucking, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I finally flooded his ass with cum. His cock jerked suddenly, spraying me with a sticky mess.

“There are towels beside the bar,” Master said breathlessly. I did my best to clean us up and tidy the limo.

Master finished our champaign while I cleaned, so I poured him another drink.

It all comes naturally.