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Wednesday, May 13, 2015
(M/M) Three Wishes by Allen Baker
Allen is a super author, and is full of original ideas. Some my own personal fantasies came from this story where ANYTHING could happen, based on what you wish for.
Read the story and then ask yourself what YOU would wish for,
Wishes by Allen Baker
junior high school we had read a story about a cursed monkey's paw from India.
It granted the holder three wishes. But using the wishes had unforeseen, dire
consequences. I should have remembered that story.
I'm sure you know how this story goes. At least the beginning part. I was in
the old quarters section of the city, milling about in the antique junk shops
that lined the twisting alley ways. An old lamp that had unusual lines, unique
design. Somehow, I just had to own it. Tucked away in among the luggage and
forgot it until finally back home and unpacking. Set aside to gather dust until
a spare moment to clean it up. It wasn't until a few weeks before Christmas
that I came across it again.
and shine and rub, and presto … the proverbial genii appeared. I could have
almost said it with him word for word. "Master, you have three wishes. I
am yours to command. Speak, and it shall be so."
didn't speak. I just stared. All the stories, books, movies had not prepared me
for a real genii. I had never seen so ruggedly handsome, so muscularly toned,
so well-endowed a male. I knew he was well-endowed because, unlike the book
illustrations, this genii had not one shred of clothing. I was so mesmerized by
the works that swung between his legs, that his words took long to register. By
comparison, my below-average five-incher was meager indeed.
must have know what was going on in my head, because he just patiently waited
my inspection to be over. And inspect I did. A minimum of fourteen inches of
thick, limp cock dangled beneath a crop of crinkled black pubic growth. It
gently swayed with his breathing. At it's end, a gathering of extended skin
puckered invitingly. Once again, I regretted my parents compliance to the
accepted practice of infant circumcision. This monstrous member was pushed away
from his body by a pair of orbs gathered in the lower extremity of a silky
pouch that hung a good eight inches from its base. I'd never seen the equal to
this guy's basket even in adult flicks. Suddenly, his words formed meaning in
my head, and I snapped my mouth closed in time to catch the gathering drool.
right. Three wishes."
course, Master. It's the going rate." His grin told me he was poking fun
beneath the sincerity of his words.
grinned back as I contemplated the situation. I at least had enough sense not
so spout off the first things that came to mind. Even half convinced that I was
hallucinating, I new better than to make flippant requests that would waste
this rare opportunity. I thought carefully before inquiring. "If I were to
request a number of improvements in my body, would they be considered separate
wishes, or one?"
arched his left eyebrow and replied, "Well, a negotiator, I see. Hmm, I
will consider it one wish with up to three parts. More than three parts and it
will constitute an additional wish."
thought carefully before making my first wish. "Then Genii, please enhance
my body in these three ways without affecting any other aspects: One, increase
my prick length to eight inches soft and ten hard, keeping the girth in the
same proportion as now. Two, lengthen my sack so that it dangles seven inches
below my pubic bone." I'd always been happy with the walnut size of my
nuts, but sorry that they were housed in such an uptight, confining pouch. For
the third choice, I wavered. I'd always wanted a well-defined, muscular chest –
but finally rejected that consideration, thinking that it was something I could
develop naturally if I just disciplined myself to do the required exercises.
Instead, I decided on my one other fixation. "And three, restore my
foreskin so that it looks like yours."
don't know what I expected. A flash of lightening? The waving of a wand
spouting sparks and fireworks? But all that occurred was a gentle nod of his
head and one word, "Done."
I had felt nothing, experienced nothing. Reflexively my hand wandered to the
crotch of my slacks. I must have had a quizzical look on my face, because he
smiled and nodded. "Yes, done. Take a look."
I unzipped and slipped my jeans and shorts down over my hips, at the same time,
pulling my t-shirt up to my chest. "Wow." It was a new me. He had
indeed blessed me with the granting of my wish. Just looking at my newly
enlarged genitals caused a stirring in my groin. My new cock began to enlarge
and lengthen. The overhanging skin, began to stretch and spread at the opening.
Soon, the tip began to peek out of its new hood. I nearly creamed with the
startling look and accompanying sensations. "Wow."
right." His voice came as a husky whisper as he slipped to his knees if
front of me. His tongue flicked into the opening of my foreskin and thrilled me
with the intensity of my new sensitiveness. I swooned as his talented mouth pulled
me in and down. The added amount of surface multiplied the pleasure tenfold and
more. And the length! It kept going down and down and down his throat. I
moaning my pleasure and trembled as my low swinging balls slapped gently
against his chin. They felt so incredibly different swaying through the air,
flopping about. The enhanced sensation telegraphed up their cords and pulled at
triggers deep inside me. My longer dick held increased nerve endings that added
their own drive of my libido to its ultimate ending. My nuts pulled up and up
and pumped juice through their tubes. My member throbbed deep within his
throat, and suddenly I was in the throws of the most dynamic climax of my life.
My knees wobbled and buckled. My dick pulled, still spewing white jizm through
the air, from his mouth as I collapsed onto the floor.
lay sprawled on the carpet with my jeans puddled about my legs. Genii rose to
his feet, towering over me. My eyes followed up and up his nearest thigh to the
jointure of his legs. There they halted again to gaze in wondering desire over
his astounding manhood.
down, two to go."
had forgotten, in my ecstasy, that there were even wishes involved in our
relationship. My recovering mind fought to make sense of his words and to focus
on continuing my requests. Suddenly I knew my next wish, but caught myself from
blurting it out. I forced myself to slowly consider my words: this was not a
time to blunder with poorly formed sentences that could have disastrous
results. "Wish number two," I began, "is to have a long life,
but with these restrictions. I want to live into my nineties, but want to have
perfect health until I peacefully die in my sleep. I am not asking for eternal
youth. I want to appear to age naturally. But want to retain my health and
sexual vitality until the day I die."
he nodded. "Granted."
studied his face to see if truth were displayed there. I thought so, but this
was one outcome that would go unproven for years to come.
three?" Again, the arched eyebrow implied a knowing of my mind before it
a couple of years now I've been playing at slavery – a night here, a weekend
there. For the last few months I've been unsuccessfully trying to find a 24/7
master. So," and here I took a deep breath, "I want the ideal Master.
One who will be cruel and merciless. One who take me to the ultimate extremes
without permanent damage. One who will constantly vary and control and
experiment and create. One who will both own and care for me. A Master worthy
of my worship, my obedience, my servitude."
just looked at me where I lay. Studied me with a judgmental eye that was
disconcerting. I almost wondered if he were contemplating denying my request.
But finally he spoke. "On Friday night, two weeks from tomorrow you will
be granted your wish. There are some things you must do in preparation. First,
quit your job."
was shocked to the point of not being able to object.
you will cancel your apartment lease, close your bank accounts, and sell or
give away all your belongings including your car. With the money from that, pay
off all your debts. The only things you are to keep are your back pack, your
sex toys, a pair of sneakers, the blue spandex shorts in your bottom dresser
drawer, the black tank top in the laundry, … and the lamp. On that Friday, cut
up your credit cards, driver's license, and all other forms of identification.
Then proceed to The Eagle bar. On the corner before the bar will be a Salvation
Army bell ringer with a bucket. Put all your remaining money into the bucket
and go into the bar. At the bar with be a leather-clad man with a red devil's
face painted on the back of his jacket. Kneel at his feet with bowed head. Take
the lamp from your pack and hold it up for him. When he takes the lamp, you
will be his slave forever."
the last of these instructions, I found myself automatically rising to my
knees. I opened my mouth, and he slipped his expanding dick head onto my
waiting tongue. Slowly he fed his awesome cock down my throat. His last statements
were punctuated by his pumping motion. The words registered in my brain for
future reference, but my immediate attention was on obtaining enough air
without losing contact with his marvelous cock.
hands trapped my head to his groin as he ground himself into me. He
concentrated on his pleasure, not my distress. I groaned around his pipe and
suffered with my greed to keep him a part of me. All too soon, he growled and
hammered himself to a spectacular climax. With his last shuddering spasm, he grew
dim and wispy. Eventually his form dissolved into a fragment of vapor that
receded down the spout of the lamp. I stared at the vessel that contained the
promise of my future.
* * *
weeks later, I found myself on the sidewalk outside The Eagle shivering in the
snow. I couldn't believe that I was actually obeying his orders. But then
again, what true submissive would not? I was grateful that he'd chosen the long
tank top. It hung below my crotch and did its best to hide my unrelenting
hardon. I shook with the cold and anxiety. I had just given away my last
earthly cent. When I entered the bar, I wouldn't even have money to buy a
badly-needed drink. Had I made a huge mistake? Would I regret what I'd asked
for? Finally, I took a deep breath and entered.
took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Eventually, I could make out the bar
through the haze of smoke and low lighting. And, yes, there was the black
leather with the promised red design. I tried to look into the mirror across
the bar to catch a glimpse of the face, but there were tiers of bottles
intruding. I could tell nothing beyond the impression of a self-assured power.
I wove my way through the clustered bodies milling about the busy room and
knelt behind this imposing figure. Ignoring the inquisitive looks from nearby
men, I raised the lamp. "Master, please accept this token of my
watched his black boots turn to me. I held my breath and felt my heart thump
through my veins. Time receded and noise subsided as I waited for him to respond.
The moments stretched until finally I felt the lamp lift from my hands. I
watched as a bronzed hand came into my view and grasped me under the chin.
voice sent shivers down to my groin. "You will serve me well." He
spoke as he pulled my face upward. First I saw the brutal grin. Then my heart
froze as I looked into the glaring green eyes of Master Genii.
* * *
was a frightful shock. What had I gotten myself into? A magical genii for a
lifetime master? I nearly fainted. And might have if he hadn't pressed my face
into his black leather pouch. The musk and leather perfume swept through my
nostrils and slammed directly into my groin, muddling my brain in its path.
Suddenly, I had lost all concern and was bound by my sexual slavery to this
being. There was no further thought of being anywhere else. My tongue slipped between
my lips and bathed his leather-clad groin.
it, boy. This is what you need to do. This is your destiny, your fate: to serve
your Master's every whim and desire."
groaned agreement as his hand bunched the back of my tank top and ripped it
from my body. I continued to keep my mouth busy as I felt a band of leather
circle my neck. It was buckled and locked in place. He showed me the key, which
he proceeded to drop to the floor and crush under his booted heel. The collar
was permanently attached. He pulled me up and pushed me over the bar. My chest
and face were crushed into damp, beer soaked napkins and pretzel crumbs as he
rifled through my back pack. He sat my largest butt plug on the bar beside my
face. I felt his hand grasp the waist of my spandex and yank the back of them
down below my butt cheeks. Without any preparation, he jammed the plug home. I
started to yelp, but muffled my cries in the napkins, not wanting to embarrass
my new Master by showing myself as some wimp.
ordered me to pull up my shorts and stand up straight. From his back pocket, he
pulled out a chain leash which he attached to my collar. "Put on your
backpack, boy. We're going home." When we got to the door, he pointed from
my shoes to the trash can. I removed and disposed of my last pair of shoes.
"All fours, boy, where you belong."
dropped to my hands and knees, and he led me out into the snow. Out to my new
* * *
the first sight of his dungeon, the bottom of my stomach fell out. It was
medieval in appearance. There were stretching racks. There were torches in the
walls that lit themselves as we entered. There were metal cages that gleamed as
flickering flames danced against the darkened stone walls. It bespoke of much
more intensity than I had bargained for. But I no longer had a say in things. I
had no safe word. Master Genii, led me to a medical table with a hole where the
lower torso would go. "Lie face down."
climbed into position with my crotch sticking into the opening. It wasn't long
before I found myself immobile. Ropes crisscrossed over my body and limbs,
trapping me in place with my gonads dangling in open vulnerability. I sighed in
acceptance. He stood at the head of the table with his leather-clad manhood
filling my vision. The smell of his maleness invaded my nostrils and hardened
my meat. Slowly, he popped the snaps of his pouch open. The leather dropped
away and his hard cock slapped me in the face. My mouth automatically opened
and was filled. He only pushed as far as the head to the center of my tongue
and stopped. He didn't move, but the slit of his opening quivered, then spread
as his piss began to dribble then stream into my mouth. I clamped my lips about
the back of the dick head and sucked and swallowed, grateful for the quenching
liquid. Nectar from my ethereal master.
finished, he pulled free and moved to the side of the table. He reached under
and attached a leather parachute to my nuts. The tightness was pleasurable
until he dropped the ten-pound weight that was attached. I grunted as the mass
pulled and stretched at my crotch. I gritted my teeth to adjust to the
sensation of being yanked to my limit. Then he detached the flogger from his
belt, and I clenched my butt cheeks in anticipation of the impending blows.
just lay the leather gently against my shoulder blades, letting the ends dangle
and caress. He ran the tips of the strands down my back and onto my ass. I
shivered at the gentleness. But that didn't last. Once, then twice, then again,
the blows of that instrument fell across my butt. He set up a rhythm that was
steady but increasing in intensity. Soon my cries echoed throughout the
chamber. And he continued. All the while, my bucking with each blow, jangled
the parachute and made the weights bounce and swing and pull. I didn't know
where the pain was greater. It all slammed into my brain, swelling my ecstacy
with each swing of his weapon.
he stopped. Without being able to see, I knew that my seat was welted and
bruised. But as promised, no permanent damage. Inwardly I smiled.
detached the weights and parachute, then untied me from the table. He led me to
a Saint Andrews cross and spread my arms and legs as far as they would go. I
marveled at how far my hard cock stuck straight out in front of me, still not
used to its newness. The flogger came down hard against it. Straying strands
slapped into my nutsack. My eyes fluttered, and I moaned. He continued for a
few minutes until red lines crisscrossed my dick. Then he dropped the flogger
and stalked off, returning from the dark shadows with a metal tool cabinet on
wheels. He pulled open a drawer, and my eyes widened in alarm.
pulled out a scalpel and quickly slit open a two inch gash in the right side of
my sack. My head spun as I screamed in reaction to the pain. He didn't even
hesitate as he stuck a finger into the opening and fished about until he
encountered the right cord. With a tug, he hauled it through the opening, then
drug my right nut out into the open. With horrified fascination I stared at the
greyish oval lump that dangled in the air. He flicked it with his finger, and I
yelped. My brain couldn't fathom this alien object as a part of my body until
the image and pain combined to make it a reality. My knees began to shake. I
watched as the scalpel moved to the left. Soon, two grey orbs hung from my
started tapping them with his fingers, watching my face. I gritted my teeth and
clenched my jaw to endure the torment. The tapping moved to slapping, then
hitting and punching. I nearly passed out at times. Finally he grabbed them in
his two fists and began to squeeze. I did pass out.
I came to, I was still upright, but had been moved to between two posts. Master
stood behind me with his massive dick planted up my ass. When I looked down, I
could see he had attached some sort of glass container to my balls that had an
enclosed top. It reminded me of some chemistry lab equipment which it turned
out to be. There was another container hanging near my head with a tube leading
down to the first. Master slowly began to move inside me. His size made me
quiver with delightful pain. My limp cock began to grow again.
slowly reached around and opened the nob on the hanging bottle. A slow drip of
fluid began to course down the tube and drip into the container with my exposed
balls. "You are going to suffer for my pleasure, boy. When you experience
pain, your asshole spasms and caresses my cock. Your pain is my pleasure. Do you
feel it yet? Do you know what's happening?"
the liquid began to transfer to the lower container, I strained my head to read
the upside down lettering near my face. Sulfuric acid!! "NO!" I
shouted and struggled against my chains. My movement fucked myself further onto
his rod. "No, stop. No, please, please!"
panic flamed his desire. His left arm encircled my waist. His right hand went
to my left nipple and began a painful, pulling pinch. His breathing quickened
in my left ear as he bit into my shoulder. His cock drove more and more quickly
into my depths. The lowermost point of my naked testicles began to burn. The
acid had become deep enough to attack them. With even more panic, I struggled
to free myself.
boy, struggle for me. Yeah, protest and beg. Oh, smell that? That's the
chemical burning of flesh. Delicious, isn't it? Makes my mouth water. But it's
more than burning them, boy. It's dissolving them. By the time I get my rocks
off, yours will be off." He chuckled at his own dark humor. "There will
be nothing left but some residue at the bottom."
screamed in frustration and terror. He laughed and chewed on my ear. The agony
in my groin was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was like a
combination of having a knee rammed into my nuts with a swarm of bees stinging
them. I thrashed my head back and forth. The tears flew from my cheeks. And I
screamed. And I came. Even as I yelled and begged for him to stop, I was
sexually excited. The pain erected my member and made it tremble. Suddenly it
lurched and spasmed, spewing a mixture of white cum and red blood. I knew it
was my final climax. I was terrified and titillated all at the same time. My
eyes rolled back and my cock shot its ultimate orgasm. My ass clutched his
moving penis, and he growled. Quickly he flooded my ass with his seed. At the
same moment, the canister swung free from my crotch and left my bluntly ending
tubes slip back into the slits of my formless sack. I sighed, sobbed, and
plunged into darkness.
* * *
awoke to daylight streaming in from the window high up in the wall of the cell.
I was chained to the bunk and badly needed to take a leak. Memory returned
slowly. When it did, tears again coursed down my cheeks for my lost manhood.
But then I realized I felt no pain. Was it really such a painless operation to
loose one's family jewels? Maybe I had been given some painkiller, some shot to
curb my feelings down there. Certainly there was no tenderness, nothing that
would have hinted at injury. Looking down the sheet, I could see my piss hardon
tenting the fabric at my groin. Well, the erectile tissues still remembered how
to work – for the time being, at least. I guessed that would cease once my body
realized there was no longer a testosterone supply. A short sob escaped my lips
as I lay in my self-pitty.
distant rattling of chains alerted me to Master's approach. He unlocked the
cage and entered with a tray holding two bowls – one with water, one with dog
food. He proceeded to unlock my chains. "Don't try to stand too quickly.
You've been immobilized all night, and it will take a while for your muscles to
gain control again. You'll get used to that, though."
thought I had specified no permanent damage. Where did I screw up on that
didn't. There is no permanent damage." As he spoke, he whipped the sheet
off me. I stared at my crotch in dumb wonder. "See, you are just
… was it all an illusion? A spell or dream?"
no … no illusion. It all happened just as you remember. But with the coming of
the dawn, you were restored to your former self. That's the part of your wish
that I took liberties with. No matter what happens during our nightly play, you
will return to normal with the breaking of the day."
just stared at him. Slowly, I began to grasp the meaning of those words. He
could be as destructive to my body as he wanted. He could cause all manner of
pain. All manner of torment. I would endure his malicious experiments every
night and would recover in the morning, restored and ready once again to be the
object of his sadistic pleasure. He smiled as he watched the implications
register on my face.
day I trembled in fear of the coming night. Fear and excited anticipation. What
would Master Genii have in store for me this time? I spent the day in all
manner of bondage. Restrained from touching myself. From pleasuring myself with
the excitement of my new role. Evening eventually came. And with it a fresh
horror. Again Genii tied my hands behind my back. Then he led me to a work
bench that was crotch high. With duck tape, he pulled my cock up and held it
against my body, leaving my balls sprawled onto the table. He pulled them as
far away from my groin as possible, stretching my sack to its limit. He placed
a slat across the stretched neck of my sack and screwed the ends of it down to
the workbench, trapping my nuts far away and at risk.
he took a thick wood screw about four inches long and positioned it over my
right ball. The power driver clicked into the head of the screw. I held my
breath as he slowly put pressure on the driver's trigger. The screw turned and
bit into the surface of my taught pouch. I whimpered and bit my lip in
attempted control. The screw continued on into the meat of my ball. Blood
leaked up around it and flowed across the skin surface. My mouth flew open, but
the scream was silent – the pain being too great to register. The head of the
screw drew level with the ball, but Master didn't stop. The drill continued its
shrill grind. The screw head pushed downward and indented the ball, flattened
it actually – spreading it wider and thinner.
chest heaved with the effort of control. He took another screw and did the same
to my left. The pain was unreal.
he pulled out one of those electric hot dog grills that resemble a waffle iron.
He opened it and removed the duck tape from my abdomen. My thick meat flopped
onto the bottom plate. He lowered the top, applying pressure until he was able
to fasten the latch to keep it closed. He picked up the plug end and stuck it
into the wall socket. My eyes widened as he spoke, "A regular hot dog
takes about three minutes to cook. But you are thicker and it will probably
take longer to get good and tender."
that, he moved behind me and plugged his own cord into my rear socket. He began
to fuck me as he reached around and push the button to begin cooking my meat.
He pulled my face back over my shoulder and started to kiss me. I felt the
machine begin to warm. I groaned around his invading tongue. Soon I was panting
to control the pain and fear. Slower than I wished, I felt the warmth turn to
heat and then to burn. It was incongruous to endure the torment at the same
time as my mouth began to water at the aroma of roasting meat. Finally, my cock
stopped hurting, having died to the flame. But my nuts remained in agony.
removed the grill, and we both inhaled the great smell of cooked meat. He took
a foot-long hotdog bun and wrapped it around my cock. He pulled a serrated
knife out of a drawer and slowly sliced my cock free from my body. Standing
where I could watch, he took a bite from the end and chewed thoughtfully.
"Hmm. Yeah, that's nice. Here, have a bite." He held the other end of
the bun to my lips. Tears of emotion formed and rolled down my cheeks as I
tasted my first bite of male man meat. He was right, it was wonderful. We
continued to chew from our respective ends until our mouths met and began to
french kiss morsels of our meal back and forth.
it was at last gone, Master and I looked down at my nuts. I watched as he
attached wires to ends of the screws. "Electricity cooks from the inside
out. Shouldn't be long."
was even more painful than my dick had been. While we waited, Master put a
handful of spaghetti into a pot of boiling water and a container of sauce in to
heat. By the time he was draining the pasta, I no longer had feeling in my
nuts. He piled two plates with the pasta and ladled on some sauce. Then he took
the knife and sliced my sack off at the edge of the bench and lowered me into
the chair. He unscrewed the two mounds from the table and sliced them thin.
Each plate received a garnish of the slivered meat. He handed me one of the
plates. "Eat up, this should be a delicious meal, hearty enough to
strengthen you for the rest of the night's activities.
was over two years ago. In the mean time, my cock and balls have been boiled,
fried, and set on fire while still attached. They've been fed into meat
grinders, sawn off with radial saws, drilled and screwed to beams. They've been
cut off in small pieces and fed to dogs, to Master's friends, to me. They've
been detached and forced up my ass which was then sewn closed. My slit-open
scrotum has been filled with ants, maggots, and my own shit before being
stitched shut. My shit hole has been filled with cement, with live snakes, and
even with my own amputated fist and forearm. And once, just a couple of minutes
before dawn, Master disemboweled me, using my hot, steaming intestines to wrap
around his cock and jack off.
each and every morning, I am as I was. But the worst is that, while I remember
all the previous pain, that night's ordeal feels like it's the first – I never
will become jaded to the pain. Each night it is like it happening for the
wishes. What have I done to myself? I asked that my body not be permanently
damaged. But what about my mind? Something happens to it while I watch and feel
myself being mutilated. Over the next sixty-some years, will it hold, or will
it crack under the constant torment? And every day I reflect if I've unleashed
upon myself a lifetime of hell … or heaven. But most of the time I think for me
there is a difference.