FIVE
WISHES |
by
Butt Flunky |
RJ walked briskly down the dirty Sunset
Blvd. sidewalk with his head down, which was the
way to walk when you robbed places for a living.
Head down, hands in your pockets, always looking
like you have someplace to go even though you don't.
To pass the time during his walk, he thought about
all the pussy he wasn't getting.
A good-looking dude like him should be
getting laid left and right, RJ thought. Fucking
Hollywood bitches. All they ever thought about was
money and what you could do for their acting career.
Fucking cunts. Someday he'd have it all, and then
they could all line up to lick his nuts.
The bitch of it all was that RJ was good
looking. Extremely good looking. His eyes are what
women commented on the most. They were a bright
wet blue, and when you looked at them, it was like
they glowed. The rest of his face was pretty, like
a lot of teenage male model's faces were. Not handsome
like and older man would be, but gorgeous like the
cute guy from a boy band, topped off with a bushy
head of sun-drenched blonde hair. His body was also
much swooned over by girls who liked their men as
small and weak as they were. His slim build and
pretty face got him a lot of whispered fag comments.
RJ didn't like that much. Especially in this town
where he was surrounded by them.
When he got home, he opened a beer and
started kicking through a pile of junk that he took
from an Arab dry cleaner's the night before and
quickly found the one item that he couldn't stop
thinking about: a small shiny red box with Arabic
writing all over it.
He turned it over and over in his long
fingers, marveling at it. It had to be worth quite
a bit, but who could he sell it to? His regular
fence wouldn't know what to do with it, and it looked
too rare to take directly to an antique dealer.
He didn't want them asking too many questions.
I seemed to be hollow, but without an opening.
How could that be? It had to have some kind of lid
or sliding something or other to get it open...
it was driving RJ crazy trying to figure it out.
He began to lightly push against the side of the
box, thinking that if he just used a slight pressure
on it, it would open. One push after the other,
practically rubbing his hand against the smooth
lacquered finish, quickly going over the strange
Arabic inscription again and again...
The initial flash was as if RJ had put
a match to a small pile of gunpowder. He fell back
with a scream. "Jesus fuck! Christ! Fucking
hell! Ow ow ow ow ow!" he yelped, rolling around
on his back and waving his hands wildly. They felt
like they had just been holding a hot iron.
Through the thick smoke above him, RJ saw...
a man in a long robe and a turban? Could that be
right? RJ blinked and looked again. Yes, there it
was. A large muscular man, skin dark and oily, wearing
a bright white robe and a turban, was floating above
RJ in the middle of his low-rent Hollywood apartment.
What the hell?
"What? Who? I mean..."
"Do not be afraid, Master," the
being smiled. "I am the Genie from the box
of the Ayaphrim. You have freed me, and to show
my gratitude, I will grant you five wishes."
"Are you fucking kidding? What?"
RJ couldn't comprehend it. It had to be a dream.
Some kind of fucked up dream, or a flashback from
all the drugs he'd been using lately. But Ecstasy
didn't give you flashbacks. Did it?
"Please master. I cannot linger long.
For me to grant all your wishes, you must choose
quickly."
RJ then did what he usually did when he
was tripping. He went with it. He closed his eyes,
and thinking, "fuck, why not?" he started
to babble out his wishes to the Genie.
"Um... okay okay... I want to be surrounded
by beautiful women for the rest of my life, and
I want them to be know exactly how to turn me on
all the time." RJ smiled at the thought of
it. He knew the Genie was a powerful hallucination
(what else could it be?) but wouldn't it be great?
"For wish two," RJ continued,
"I never want to ever have to worry about money
or bills ever again."
"You choose wisely, Master,"
the Genie demurred. "And you still have three
wishes to go."
"Um..." RJ closed his eyes and
swallowed dryly. "Um... I want my life to be
nothing but getting fucked, blow jobs, and sticking
my tongue up a different bitch every day."
He grinned to himself. That would be so fucking
sweet.
"A simple request, Master, and easily
granted," the Genie said. "You have two
wishes left. Please, Master, put me to the test,
and let me show you the true strength of my powers."
"Okay Genie" RJ said, then thought
for a moment. "I want to never be older than
I am right now." Eternal youth. Could that
happen?
"Granted," said the Genie. "And
your last wish?"
RJ's heart skipped a beat. This was the
best high he'd ever been on. Then, he seriously
thought about what he'd really wanted his whole
life. He thought about this last year he'd had after
graduating from high school and moving to Los Angeles.
He thought about all the acting classes he had been
in, all the failed auditions, all the times that
people said he didn't have any talent, forcing him
to eke out a living as a thief at age nineteen.
He looked right into the Genie's dark empty eyes
and made his last wish before the Genie disappeared
and he passed out.
"I want to be famous."
II
RJ found himself sitting on a small couch
in a darkened corner lit only by a candle. His head
leaned back on the top of the couch and a girl named
Diana stood over him with her ass over his forehead
and the crotch of her panties rubbing on his nose.
RJ's cock was harder than he could ever remember.
Damn, this girl could move. She twitched her pussy
on his face in time to the music just the way RJ
liked it. Then, suddenly, she stopped, her body
freezing for a moment, only to lower her pussy and
ass the last inch or so onto RJ's upturned face
forcing his nose to push her damp pink panties deep
into her pussy.
Her ass was, as far as RJ could tell from
his eyeballs being pressed up against it, perfect.
Tanned, smooth, and meaty. Her pussy smelled clean
and fresh through her panties, like she just came
out of the shower. She sat up on him as she continued
to grind his face, and RJ could feel the dampness
in her panties grow.
RJ's cock twitched and spun. It stumbled
in pain like a chump hit by a brick in a dirty alley.
It cried for help, but no help came.
The song ended then, and Diana stepped
off of him and back to the floor. She was stunning.
RJ had seen good-looking women in strip-clubs before,
but not like this. She was like a model from one
of his stroke magazines. Blonde, barely eighteen,
with big blue eyes and plump natural titties with
nipples that seemed to float on them.
RJ's head felt fuzzy, and his arms were
numb and as heavy as lead. He wanted to speak out
when Diana smiled at him and started undoing his
pants, but no words came out.
"Let's see what ya got here, stud,
and then we'll finish up your dances," Diana
said. Something about her voice made his balls pump
up like an overfilled basketball. His head lolled
back and forth like he was drunk, but he wasn't.
When she finally tugged his pants down
past his butt and halfway down his thighs when she
stopped and looked up at him. All the friendliness
had gone out of her face, and she looked like he
just slapped her.
"You fucking liar." She stood
and slapped him hard across his face. "You
told me you had a big one, you liar. You fuck."
Two more slaps that brought tears to his eyes, and
then she kneed him in his sex-swollen balls so hard
that he thought he could taste them. He made no
attempt to cover them. His arms wouldn't move. "Karolyn,
come look at this lying motherfucker's dick."
The girl named Karolyn came over. She was
also blonde and pretty, but shorter than Diana was
and with bigger tits and a wider ass.
"Holy shit!" Karolyn said, looking
down on RJ. "What a shorty!" Then, to
RJ, "What happened to your wiener, dude? Did
it shrink in the dryer?"
"He asked me for a dance, and I said
I didn't want to because I was tired, and he said
what if he had a huge dick, and you know how love
big dicks so I said okay. I should've checked it
before I started dancing for him, but I wanted to
wait til it got all hard in his pants before I started
playing with it, and look. It's like a fucking pencil
eraser. I could've been having a smoke with my feet
up; instead I'm sitting on some pin-dicks face.
Fucker!" she spat, and slapped him again, snapping
his head this time.
RJ couldn't remember any of this. This
was fucking insane. What had he been drinking that
he had no memory and could barely move? He would
never brag about having a big dick. He knew he was
small. What was going on?
Karolyn grabbed the front of his shirt
and threw him down on the ground. "I know what
to do with this little-dick faggot," she sneered,
and kicked him in the ribs. She kept kicking him
over and over, making him crawl on his deadened
hands and knees past everyone in the club until
they ended up in the back in the dressing room.
RJ felt like he had just been in a car
wreck.
Karolyn and Diana easily lifted him face
up onto a wooden bench in front of a row of lockers.
His wrists and ankles were secured under him with
leather cuffs that Karolyn pulled out from one of
the lockers, leaving his legs spread wide open and
unable to lift his head more than an inch or two.
Karolyn brought her face close to his while
she fastened a piece of athletic tape over his mouth.
"Now we're gonna show you the only thing that
little-dicked bitches like you are good for. You
pay close attention, okay dork?" Before RJ
could even think, Karolyn straddled his face, forcing
his nose deep into her naked pussy, and began to
fuck it.
Having his face buried in a woman was one
of RJ's biggest turn-ons, and his small penis began
to swell as if it had a chance. As soon as it got
to it's hardest three inches, Diana punched him
in the balls like it was a speed-bag.
RJ screamed into his gag, and inadvertently
shoved his face deeper into Karolyn's wet puss,
cutting off his air. Panicked, he shook his head
violently as he struggled for air.
"NO fucking hard-ons for you, Mr.
Fibber!" Diana yelled at him, watching his
penis pull back like a turtlehead, her right hand
still balled into a fist.
"Oh, God, it feels so good when his
nose squirms around like that," Karolyn said.
"Hit him again!"
The second punch was as hard as the first,
and RJ thought he was going to pass out from the
pain. Karolyn sped up her gyrations, leaning into
it now, screaming out and grabbing RJ by the hair
to hold his nose still while she came.
Karolyn got up and Diana straddled his
head now, facing his beaten cock. She still had
her panties on. "Get ready, pussy-sniffer.
This might be a rough one." Then she sat on
him and rode his face for all it was worth, with
Karolyn twisting his dick and squeezing his sore
nut-bags every time he started to get hard, which
was always.
Twenty girls must have used him that way.
Sitting on his face and raping it, using him as
a living dildo while a second girl beat on his helpless
penis. It seemed to go on for hours. They made fun
of the size of his cock while they raped him, laughing
at its size while they pinched and abused it. He
could see camera-flashes going off and noticed most
of the girls were posing on his face for pictures.
Gradually, the strength was coming back to his arms,
but it did him little good now.
Just when RJ thought he couldn't take any
more, he heard a girl shout out "He's here!"
and the small group of girls in the locker room
that were watching his ordeal broke into whoops
and applause. Another voice, he thought it was Diana's
yelled out "Strip him and flip him, ladies,
let's get him ready."
Ready for what? RJ thought.
In minutes, his clothes had been ripped
off him, leaving him completely nude. The girls
now had him tied to the bench face down, so that
he was hugging and straddling it at the same time.
Diana straddled the back of his neck ripped the
tape off of his mouth, and put her hands over his
eyes. When she pulled her hands away, RJ was foot
away from a muscular Italian with the biggest dick
he'd ever seen.
"RJ, meet Meat," Diana said.
The girls in the room giggled. RJ didn't know how
many girls where there to see this, but it seemed
like a full house. "Meat's one of our male
strippers that works upstairs. He's here to show
you what a real big dick looks like, since you seem
to be confused. Why don't you give this little faggot
a real close look Meat?"
Horse shifted his naked body a little,
and laid his cock across RJ's face, his balls right
on RJ's mouth. They were shaved, like the rest of
Meat's body, and smelled funky and sweaty.
RJ heard Diana's voice from behind him.
"Why don't you give Meat's balls a little kiss
and thank him for taking the time to educate you,
bitch?" RJ was wide-eyed with fear. He said
his first words since his ordeal began.
"Please. Please don't make me do this."
With every word, his lips brushed up against Meat's
giant ball bag.
"Aw, poor widdle baby," Diana
mocked him as she got a firm hold on his still sore
balls. "Is he crying? Are you getting this?"
"Oh my god, the little bitch is crying,"
said Karolyn. "Let me zoom in."
Oh no, RJ thought. They're taping it!
"Please, I'm begging you - AAGGHH!"
he screamed as his balls were crushed in Diana's
hand. They were so sensitive and swollen at this
point that the slightest touch was like they were
being hit with a hammer. "I'll do it! I'll
do it! Please stop! Please! Please! Please!"
His screaming and pleading came out slightly muffled
because of the mouthful of balls he was getting.
"Thank you Mr. Meat!" RJ slobbered,
and then started planting loud wet smooches on Meat's
smooth balls. Each slobbery kiss followed by a "thank
you, oh thank you". Diana and the girls could
barely control their laughter.
"Holy shit," screamed Diana,
and then wiped away her own tears, except her tears
were from laughing so hard.
RJ kept kissing Meat's giant balls. "Thank
you Mr. Meat for showing me your cock. I'm sorry
I lied. I'm sorry! Please let me go now! I won't
ever bother you again, I swear! Just let me go."
"Not so fast, RJ baby," Diana
said. "You haven't learned your lesson yet.
We don't want you to just look at a big dick, we
want you to feel it. That's when you really remember
what a big dick is."
RJ was silent, Meat's balls and dick still
shoved in his face.
"Now," Diana continued, spreading
RJ's asscheeks and spitting on his butthole. "Where
do you want it? Mouth or ass, it's up to you."
RJ immediately parted his lips and shut
his eyes. He couldn't take anymore pain to his balls.
He was beyond caring about the pictures they had
taken, about the video camera. He just wanted it
to be over so he could go home. "Please,"
he begged, tears streaming down his face. "Please
Mr. Meat, please shove your cock in my mouth."
And as he did, Diana slipped a wet finger
into RJ's ass, completing his humiliation.
RJ figured it out the next morning, when
he woke up in a cell in the corner of the girl's
dressing room. He would never be leaving here.
The girls were, as promised, right out
of his dreams and never failed to get him hard.
He was hard most of every day, the lucky man. Too
bad they never let him cum.
He was fed scraps from their take-out pizza
and sandwiches in a dog bowl in his cage. For water,
he had to drink out their toilets. At least he didn't
have to worry about money anymore.
Everyday, he would have his tongue inside
of a different beautiful woman. Right inside her
ass. None of them let him actually kiss her golden
pussy. They loved to rape his face with their panties
on, though.
They also loved to use their strap-ons
on his ass. Especially after they made him into
their own little whore. He was given hormone shots
to soften him more than he already was and laser
treatments to get rid of what little hair he had
on his body. His eyebrows were plucked, his hair
was styled, and he ended up looking as pretty as
a drag queen could. He had regulars coming in every
night for one of his specials. And why not? The
girls only charged their customers five dollars
a throw for his services.
In time, he would also realize, as the
girls around him grew older and were replaced with
new and younger girls, that he would never grow
old himself. He would be a young pretty blow-job
queen for the rest of his life.
And the fame?
Why, everyone in town knew about RJ, the
femme-boy who gave the best head in the world. They
bought videotapes of him giving blow-jobs and getting
fucked in the ass. They downloaded pictures of him
from the internet. He was very famous.
Just not like he wanted to be.
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