Careful what you wish for - August 2021 Exclusive Scene (Patreon)

Adnan LaDeen had been a globetrotter all his life. He had seen countries far away and explored long forgotten places. When he eventually had settled down, he used to spend his time telling stories of his adventures to his sons and nephews. Alphonse had always liked listening to his uncle. As opposed to his brothers and cousins though, Al was less interested in tales of fabulous creatures and foreign cultures, but rather in those of gold and treasures. The thought of having enough money to buy everything he wanted had always excited him more than any fantasy his old uncle had made up. When Adnan died, he did not leave a lot behind. Despite his eventful life, he had never gathered much of a fortune. All that was left was his old house which had already been mostly cleared out by the other relatives. The only place Al was interested in was the basement. When he stepped down the treacherous stairs into the dimly-lit, dusty room under the house, he did it in hopes of finding something the others might have missed. After all, this was the last place to expect anything of value.

After half an hour of combing through the trash dumped down here, Al was about to give up. If there were any secret treasures hidden in the old house, he was surely not the one to find them. He exhaled and, in his frustration, gave one of the old tires piled up in the middle of the room a kick. It fell over and in the center of the one underneath it, Al spotted something shiny. It was a golden surface reflecting the light from the ceiling lamp. He reached into the pile and grabbed the strange thing hidden there. Al immediately knew what it was: an old Arabian lamp. It was all dirty and he realized how lucky he had been to notice it in the first place. He wondered if it was made from actual gold. With a tissue from his pocket, Al began to polish the lamp, recovering its original shine. It looked perfect! Maybe, Al thought, it was an authentic piece Uncle Adnan had brought from one of his travels! While he stared at his own face mirrored in gold and distorted from the lamp’s curvature, he tried to guess how much he could sell this thing for. It took him a few seconds to realize the darkness of the room he was in was giving way to an eerie blue shine emitting from the front of the lamp, followed by a stream of equally blue smoke. He could not believe there was still oil in there after all the years it had probably spent abandoned amidst old tires. Had he accidentally ignited it somehow?

His eyes followed the smoke that seemed to crawl over the floor like a snake. It stopped a few feet away from where he was standing and started to form a human silhouette. Al’s jaw dropped, followed by a loud scream when the smoke vanished and revealed a woman, barely clothed, standing in the middle of the basement. She was beautiful, wearing something similar to what the women in a harem might have worn and spotting perfect bare breasts. Still wrapped in soft blue light, her skin was sparkling as if covered in golden dust. The woman locked eyes with him and started to speak in fluent English: “I greet you, Master! You have called for me, allowing me once more to flee my eternal prison. Even if it is for only a brief moment, I thank you! Three wishes shall be yours, for me to fulfill to the best of my means. So, Master, how may I express my gratitude to you?” Al still had not closed his mouth. “You… uh…”, he stuttered, “You’re a Genie, right?” The seductive creature smiled at him and shook her head. “Our kind likes to refer to themselves as Djinn, but I will take whatever name my Master decides to address me with.” He nodded. “Jeanie is fine, I guess”, he said, “So… the legends are true… only I imagined you to be more of a… a male guy. And probably fatter!” Even though still shocked, Al managed to chuckle. It never took him long to gain back his charm, and especially with women he had always had a lucky hand.

“Well, I hope you are not disappointed by my attire, Master!” Al wildly shook his head. I am her Master, he thought, and I can whish from her whatever I like! “Not at all!”, he replied, “So… what can you do for me? Make me rich? Powerful? Grant me a thousand more whishes?” The Djinn smiled, never taking her eyes off Al. “There are a few rules we have to follow. You cannot wish for any more than those three wishes. You must make them count. Aside from that, you are free to whish for whatever your heart desires. But keep in mind: you need to be clear on what you want. Certain phrases leave plenty room for interpretation, and once the words have left your mouth and your whish is granted, there is no way back other than to use another whish, if you still have one. Once you have spoken all three wishes, I will have to leave you and return back to my eternal enslavement inside that golden prison.” She pointed to the lamp still in Al’s hands. “Eternal enslavement?”, he said, “That doesn’t sound fun!” She took a step towards him. “You could use a wish to free me, if you wanted to end my suffering!” He though about it for a second, then shook his head. “Nah. After all, it’s your job, right? Obviously, no one ever wished you free, otherwise you hadn’t been in there anymore. I don’t see why I should be the first idiot to let go of a wish!” If the Djinn felt bad about his decision, she did not show it. “Whatever you decide, Master!”

“Good, let’s see!”, Al said. He walked up and down in front of the Djinn as he continued. “You say I must take care of my phrasing. I think I should better ask you what YOU would wish for if you were me!” The Djinn nodded. “Understandable, Master. It’s impossible for me to tell what you want by just looking at you, but telling from my experience, most men want wealth and power. But honestly, what is that all good for in the end? What it all comes down to is men want to have women. Well, if women are what you like, that is.” Al stared at her. “Definitely women!”, he confirmed. “So, Master, if I were you, I would wish for eternal pleasure. I promise you the most beautiful women you can think of pleasing you for ever and ever. You will be the center of their attention, their master, as your sexual energy is rising and rising.” Al thought about it. “Sounds good… But I don’t know…” The Djinn gave him a captivating, ensuring smile. “If anything should not be to your liking, you can always just use one of your remaining two wishes!” He probably needed more time to properly think this through, but Al just couldn’t wait to see what his magical servant had in store. “Alright!”, he said, “I wish for eternal pleasure!”

“As you wish!”, the Djinn said and snapped her finger. The next second, Al was completely bound with his arms and legs spread and his neck collared. Unable to move, the restraints held him down to some curved golden surface forcing his pelvis up in the air. Gold was also the predominant color of his surroundings. He was heavily gagged and not able to say a word. His cock was hard and throbbing as ever between his legs. Al was shocked and confused, all he knew was that he was not in Uncle Adnan’s old basement anymore. This place was somewhere else. Giggling and soft moans were echoing through the room and as he turned his head around as much as the collar allowed him, he spotted several almost naked women lounging on large pillows placed around him. They were watching him, laughing and cheering. All of them were as beautiful as he could imagine. Suddenly, he felt something tickle the sensitive head of his penis. He flinched and rose his head, only to see another sexy girl slowly run a feather up and down his shaft. Al could not back away and had to endure the sensation, making his cock bulge even more. He tried to move and growled into the gag. “Welcome to my world, Master!” said the Djinn as she slowly walked into his line of sight. She wore even less clothing than before and approached him with seductively fluent movements. Not at all hurrying despite his frantic struggling, she just stood next to him and sneered down on the helpless man. “Try to calm down and listen for a moment, would you?” she said as she gently placed her foot on his gag and pushed his head back into the pillow.

When Al stopped struggling for a moment, the Djinn got comfortable on top of his motionless body, using him as her own pillow. With her head next to his, she grabbed his cock with her feet, causing Al to moan in pleasure. Her soles were velvety soft, yet her grip so tight as she slowly moved them up and down his shaft. “Is this what you like, Master?”, she teasingly asked, “You remember what I said about your wish being subject to my interpretation? I know exactly what pleasure means to you, so I can give you exactly what you like, more precisely than you could have ever described it. Apparently, you have a fondness for oily female feet caressing you. So naturally, this is exactly what you got when you wished for eternal pleasure…" Her stroking got more intense by the second, the feeling was just incredible. After a few more heartbeats, Al was about to explode. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all! But then, despite the Djinn’s continuous efforts, he just did not cum. Rather, he just stayed right at the brink of orgasm, but not quite reaching it. After what seemed like hours of futile stroking, she looked over to him. “Oh Master, should you not release your load? Am I doing something wrong?” Al struggled and tried to speak, but nothing came through the gag. She laughed at his desperate attempts and stopped her footwork. Graciously, she turned her oily body on top of him so she could get hold of his penis with her hand, her feet resting in his face now. “Perhaps this technique works better?”, she asked with a hint of false innocence and started jerking his pulsating cock. The women around him stared and chuckled, slowly crawling closer to him and the Djinn. Her toes sliding over his face, her hand massaging his manhood, he was as aroused as never before. This, this is it!, he thought. But yet again, his mind-shattering climax was replaced by a stream of precum and a dull pain in his groin as his blue balls contracted in anticipation of finally being emptied. He howled.

“Eternal pleasure?”, the Djinn said as she kept stroking him. “Or eternal edging? To me, these concepts are the same. I never understood why your weak species craves the climax more than the build-up. Don’t you see that with the orgasm, the pleasure ends? But this pleasure, as by your wish, is eternal. Your cock is exposed and you are absolutely defenseless against whatever I or my harem decide to do to it. All the secret positions and techniques we learned throughout the millennia... You will experience more pleasure than any human being ever has. But you, Master, will never cum. Not here, inside my very own lamp. Neither will you age, or sleep. You will never have to eat or drink again. You will stay here like this, and for all eternity these women will edge your cock and make it their plaything as it throbs and bulges, rock hard and ready to spurt, but totally rendered unable to by the power of your own wish! And you will endure it for thousands and thousands of years!" Al was terrified and tried with all his power to break free, but the magical cuffs held him firmly. The Djinn stopped her stroking and got up. As soon as she made some room, the other women were all over Al, caressing him, sucking on his nipples, stroking his cock, and doing all sorts of pleasurable things to keep him in his state of absolute frustration. Against the gag’s thick cover, he forced out some desperate, pitiful screams, barely noticeable throughout the giggling and whispering of his torturers. "Oh right!”, the Djinn said as she was about to leave, “You have two wishes left. Remember I told you that when you have used up all three wishes, I would be forced back into this place? Well, if you don’t, I will be free to go wherever and do whatever I please! But you seem very desperate to use them, right? I wonder what they might be… It's unfortunate you can't speak. If you can remove that gag, I'll listen to your next wish!”