The Wish, pt. 1 (Patreon)

Travis yawned contentedly on his massive bed.  He still wasn’t used to sleeping on something that felt large under his sizeable, 6’4” frame, but since he’d made his wish the muscular man was still getting used to a lot of things.  He swung his meaty legs over the edge and stretched his powerful, naked body in the late morning light.  

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he said, scratching at the hairy patch on his abs as he walked over to the far wall and looked out over the city.  The entire room was surrounded by clear glass, giving him an unobstructed view from above.  Even though he was thirty stories up and no one could see him, he still felt a thrill at literally towering over the sprawling metropolis while in the buff.  Travis had always been smug about his looks, and he’d only grown more arrogant since everything changed.  

Now that he could afford the best food, the best supplements, and the best beauty regimen, the athletic giant was like a walking statue.  It had only been a month, but in that time he’d become shredded.  He’d lost what little fat he’d had to begin with, leaving him covered in sculpted muscle.  His bulging pecs were a work of art, standing out prominently above his trim waist and washboard stomach, while his arms were thick and firm, doubling in size with the slightest movement.  The broad shoulders and strong, wide back accentuated the v-shaped taper to his upper body.  There was an expertly maintained dusting of raven hairs that matched the ones on his scalp accentuating his ample muscles, leaving him looking masculine without appearing overly hairy.  Not wanting to seem top heavy, Travis kept his lower half in equal shape, with a set of wide, defined quads and a large, round ass above his rocky calves and huge feet.  

Most people thought his handsome, sharply-featured face was his pride and joy, with it’s high cheekbones, plump lips, and trim beard.  Travis’s black, short-cropped hair was styled weekly now that he could afford it, and with his daily skin-care treatments the young stud had the face of a model.  While Travis was well aware of his symmetrical good looks, his true pride and joy was the long, thick hose hanging between his ample thighs.  It sprouted from his small, manicured bush and dangled a heavy six inches soft.  It added an additional two when hard and was offset by an equally hefty set of hairy balls.  With his body alone, the young man was impressive.  His body coupled with his newly acquired wealth?  He was unstoppable.  

Just thinking about everything that happened got him hard.  He reached down and started stroking his lengthy monster, looking out over the city while he pumped and tweaked a pert nipple on one of his firm pecs.  His immediate memory was of the thin, chesty redhead he’d fucked the night before.  He’d never had a problem scoring a hookup, but now he went through women like most people went through paper towels.  He didn’t even think about it anymore.  With his new status, he’d also been able to elevate his selection from random bar girls to high society women.  Rich, beautiful and eager.  In the past month he’d bedded everyone from eighteen year old heiresses throwing around daddy’s money, to middle-aged cougars who wanted some fresh meat in their lives.  Travis liked the young girls’ energy, but the older women brought experience to the table.  So long as they left once he got off, he didn’t really care either way.  

While he enjoyed his rampant sexual conquests, it was thinking about how all this came to be that really got him off.  A month ago he’d been a poor grad student, just doing his best to scrape by.  Now, at twenty three, he was living like a god.  

He and Scott were working on their thesis in cultural studies when he’d made the discovery.  Technically they’d both made it, but Travis liked to take the credit.  If it had been up to him, he’d have cut Scott out of the picture altogether, but unfortunately he’d needed the other man to make this work.  Luckily it was no problem to keep Scott in line.  The other man was practically born to be pushed around.  He was a short 5’8” and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet.  Travis knew that last part was probably an exaggeration.  He grudgingly had to admit that Scott’s lean, whipcord body had some impressive definition, but no real bulk.  The smaller man wasn’t bad looking for a nerdy bookworm, but the size difference made it easy for Travis to throw his actual weight around.  

Though Travis had discovered the location, It was Scott who had decided to pursue the genie, or djinn, angle in the first place.  Once the smaller man got a subject in his teeth he was like a dog with a bone, so Travis had been able to sit back and watch while his partner did all the leg work.  He’d been incredulous when Scott claimed to have discovered the true origin behind the magic lamp and three wishes archetype, and even more so when the other man said it was real.  It had taken nearly a week of Scott practically begging for Travis to even look at his notes, but one he did, the big man was convinced.  

From then on, he’d taken over.  He, often literally, pushed Scott aside and made the arrangements, booking them both a flight to the Arizona desert.  A few days of hiking later and the two men found themselves in an unmarked cave staring at an incredibly intricate carving.  It wasn’t some prehistoric cave painting, either, but an ornately decorated seal that had been chiseled into the rock.  This was the first part where he needed a partner.  The seal was actually a door that required two people to open, and even then it wasn’t easy.  After a millennia of being closed, the door was eager to stay that way.  When they finally did crack it open, a gust of fetid wind shot out like a tornado from an unseen source.  It continued to blow the entire time, even after they’d slipped inside the small chamber, grabbed the horn, and ran.  They could hear the phantom wind howling like an angry animal the entire hike back.  

The horn itself was where the classic genie’s lamp image came from.  It was long and cylindrical, covered in the same intricate sigils that had adorned the seal keeping it hidden.  Instead of rubbing a lamp, there was a hole at one end that a person would blow in to.  As nothing more than a historical artifact, it was priceless.  No one knew anything about the civilization that had created it, or what happened to them if they ever existed in the first place.  

It was once the horn had been sounded that things got a little muddy.  Like the seal, it required two people.  One had to hold the horn while the other blew into it.  Neither Scott nor Travis were exactly sure how it worked, but from what they’d found in their research, they’d both decided that it was a very bad idea for one person to try and use it.  The references they’d found to people who’d tried didn’t seem to end well.  The unfortunate soul didn’t end up trapped in a lamp as much as they appeared to become a pile of ash on the ground.  The horn didn’t summon a sentient creature like a djinn, but instead punched a hole and pulled forth extra dimensional energy.  The energy would imbue the people holding the horn, and it was this strange force that let them create their wish.  

The energies weren’t strong enough to change the entire world, only the affected person’s small corner of it.  A person could change their own life, and maybe that would go on to have a global impact, but they couldn’t immediately wish for something like world domination.  The two people also couldn’t wish for the same thing, meaning whoever went second couldn’t alter the world in the same way as the first.  Again, they weren’t sure what would happen if they made the attempt, but both men had a sinking suspicion that the sudden disappearance of an advanced civilization that could alter reality may have had something to do with two people biting off more than they could chew.  

Otherwise, it was relatively simple.  The horn had to be sounded on a new moon, as that was when the barriers between the worlds were thinnest.  The first person would make their wish, then the second had to wait until the following new moon to make theirs.  Afterwards there was still enough residual energy in the two men for them to make a joint wish on the third new moon.

Travis had made sure that he went first.  Though neither of them knew what was going to happen, he wasn’t about to risk losing out on his wish in case Scott wanted the same thing.  They set up in his ratty apartment, drawing the necessary symbols on the floor and with Scott holding the horn while Travis blew into it.  As soon as he did, they knew it was real.  The whole building seemed to shake from the sound, and both men continued to vibrate even after the booming, foghorn had stopped.   Travis saw the stunned look of shock on Scott’s face, but before the other man could react, he unleashed the energy coursing through him.  

The wish didn’t take the form of spoken words, but focused intent.  He took a deep breath and forced the world to warp around him, thinking about all the money and wealth and luxury he’d ever wanted.  He could feel the energy being pulled out of Scott to join with his own as the world blurred.  There was a sensation of weightlessness, then a tugging and pulling, as if they were being forced through a tunnel, before they were blinded by a bright flash of light.  When their vision cleared, the two disoriented young men found themselves in Travis’s current home.  He’d gone from a dilapidated one-bedroom apartment to a plush penthouse comprising the top two floors of a high rise overlooking the city.  

“UUUnnnnnn…” Travis grunted and sprayed against the glass wall, savoring the memory of how it felt to get his wish.  When he’d pumped out every last bit onto the view of the peasants below, he sauntered into his plush bathroom to shower off.  The massive bathroom was bigger than his previous apartment had been, with a deep tub, sauna, and large shower lined with jets.  He stood in the streams, loving how excessive it all felt.  Once he was done he stepped into the sauna next door and let his ample muscles relax while the steam opened his pores.  “How did I ever live without this,” he sighed, letting his head rest against the back wall.  

A few minutes later there was a tap on the glass and Travis looked up to see a burly, middle aged man looking in on him.  He was a stout bulldog, with a round, full face and a barrel torso that bulged against his black polo.  An equally thick lower half filled out his expensive grey slacks as he stood discretely holding a towel.  

“Mornin’ Henry,” Travis said, stretching his brawny arms.  He and Scott had discovered the other man already in the apartment when he’d made his wish.  Given his insane new wealth, Henry acted as his live-in bodyguard, personal assistant, and whatever else Travis wanted.  He knew the older man was paid well, and he made sure to get his money’s worth by bossing him around.  It wasn’t just the pay, either.  For some reason, Henry looked exactly like the high school football coach that Travis had always hated.  The man had been a tyrant, and though Travis knew Henry wasn’t actually the man from his past, he was close enough.  At first he’d been confused by the man’s appearance, until he quickly realized how much he enjoyed bossing him around.  

“Good morning, sir,” Henry said in his deep, gravelly voice.  Travis loved that he even sounded like his former coach.  It wasn’t something he’d ever have intentionally included, but that’s how the wishes worked.  Like with Henry, things were pulled from his subconscious that he wasn’t even aware that he’d wanted.  As far as he was concerned, it worked better that way since he wasn’t interested in the details.  He didn’t know anything about international finance, yet he found himself with real estate holdings around the globe, stock portfolios, and offshore accounts, all bursting at the seams.  

Travis got up and sauntered out, flexing his sculpted body in front of the other man.  “Did that chick get out last night,” he asked while Henry started toweling him dry.  

“Yes sir,” Henry said with a sly grin.  “She wasn’t too happy at being shown the door.” 

“They never are,” Travis laughed.  “I mean, you can’t blame ‘em,” he said, hefting his meaty package.  

“No sir, you can’t,” Henry agreed quickly.  Travis did his best to throw him off, but he’d never seen even the slightest discomfort from the other man.  He strutted around naked constantly, he fucked in front of him, he made Henry give him massages, he’d even jerked off in front of the beefy man, but Henry never so much as flinched.  

Travis spread his muscular arms to let Henry drape a soft robe over him.  He left it hanging open as he made his way down the spiral staircase to the lower level with the other man in tow.  As always, there was a spread of food and coffee waiting for him.  Since getting his wish, Travis didn’t have to do anything for himself.  There was someone to do the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, and any other annoying chore that he used to hate.  Now he could spend his time continuing his research when he wanted, and throwing his money around when he didn’t.  He was eager to travel, but he didn’t want to do that until after they were both done with their wishes.  

As much as he’d love to never see Scott again, he had to be there for the other man to make his wish.  Not out of a sense of obligation, but necessity.  He could already feel the energy building again, setting him on edge, and if he didn’t release it with Scott that night it would consume them both.  His leg bounced nervously when he thought about it.  He didn’t like the idea that he had no control over the other man’s wish.  Since he’d taken the wealth for himself, he didn’t know what his scrawny partner had in mind.  

“Everything alright, sir?”  Henry asked, looking towards Travis’s restless leg.  

Instead of feeling gratitude that Henry was concerned, Travis was annoyed by the question.  He locked Henry’s gaze with cruel eyes.  “Did I ever tell you how much you look like my old coach?”  

“You’ve mentioned it,” Henry nodded.  

“He was a big, beefy guy too.  He liked to strut around the locker room after practice and workouts, lording his size over all of us.  Fuck...he probably got off on it.”  Travis gave a short laugh and shook his head, an evil thought coming to mind.  “Take your clothes off,” he said flatly.  

“Sir?” was all Henry asked, still looking unfazed.  

“You heard me.  I wanna see exactly how similar you guys are.”  Without hesitating, Henry peeled off his tight polo, exposing his hairy, meaty torso.  His heavy, shelf-like chest rested on a muscled gut that squished as he bent to slide his pants down his tree trunk thighs.  “All the way,” Travis said sharply when Henry paused at his black boxer briefs.  The older man just gave a short nod and pulled them down before righting himself to stand naked in front of Travis.  “Damn…” Travis whistled, making Henry turn in a circle, “...you really do look just like him.  Even that pudgy cock is the same,” he laughed, nodding towards Henry’s short, wide pole.  “Not so impressive anymore, are you?”  Travis had an edge to his voice as he motioned to his own sculpted, hung body.  “Who’s the big man now, coach?” 

“You are,” Henry said, picking up Travis’s train of thought.  

Travis closed his eyes and smiled, hearing his old coach’s voice say those words.  His long cock twitched at the rush of power he felt.  “The big man calls the shots, right?  Isn’t that what you always used to say when you made us run til we puked?”  Travis jabbed his now-solid eight inches into Henry’s gut, making the older man’s cock seem small by comparison.  “You’re not looking so big anymore.” 

“Want me to take care of that, sir?” Henry was stoic as he asked, locking eyes with Travis and knowing the answer without the younger man having to say anything.  With a nod, the burly man dropped to his knees and swallowed Travis’s thick cock.  Travis moaned triumphantly, latching on to Henry’s buzzed scalp with his hands and roughly jamming his rigid pole in and out of the other man’s mouth.  

He tried to channel all of his anxious energy into his pumping hips.  He knew what he was doing was cruel and unnecessary, but he didn’t care.  He thought about where he’d been just a month ago and how Scott would be there soon and how all of this still wasn’t set in stone yet.  He told himself his current actions were because this new life was still tentative.  If he woke up tomorrow and it was gone, he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity to experience the power that his new wealth brought him.  With a quick movement he pulled his cock free just in time to explode all over the older man’s face, still imagining that it was his coach getting sprayed.  

“You’re a man of many talents, Henry,” Travis panted, a broad smile on his face as he looked at the cum dripping down the other man.    

“It’s what you pay me for, sir,” was all Henry said.  

“Clean yourself up and get dressed,” Travis spat, heading back up to his bedroom.  He pulled out a pair of small black briefs and slid them on, loving how the soft fabric felt as it accentuated his meaty package and firm rear.  He laughed when he thought about how each pair would have cost him a week’s rent in his former life, and how little that currently meant to him.  He folded his arms across his protruding pecs and took up his spot overlooking the city as he waited for Scott, hoping that he’d still have the same view tomorrow.