Plus Three

By Derek Williams - Derek.williams.comments@hotmail.com
published November 9, 2017
2732 words
Summary

The genie is unleashed on a bookish nerd in the library.

Thx to my editors on this one bros!! - D

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Oh man, this was almost gonna be too easy.

I had just appeared in a puff of smoke for my newest master. We were in a library, late at night, clearly on a college campus.

“Hello Master!” I boomed at him. “I am the genie of the lamp. While you own the lamp, you own me. I can grant any wish you can think of with two exceptions: I can’t bring back the dead, and I can’t make someone fall in love with you.”

He looked confused for a second. “What about the third rule. No wishing for more wishes.”

“But Master, you have as many wishes as you desire. I don’t know why you’d wish for more, but there’s no rule that says you can’t.”

If that sounds familiar to you, imagine how it sounds to me. Literally every master I have ends up bringing up that stupid Hollywood rule.

“Well then, I wish you’d keep your voice down!” said my new Master. Fair enough, my typical genie entrance would have the librarian on us in minutes. But I almost never pass up an opportunity to use my special power - you see, I get to add three words to any wish that my Master makes.

No matter how careful he was, this Master was going to end up just the same way as my last 197 Master’s - as an oversexed gay fratboy with an incredible body and a life that would make Instagram jealous.

That was a far cry from what was in front of me. This guy was 22 years old, ready to graduate, and hasn’t been to a single party in his four years as a philosophy major. I mean…what kind of philosophy major doesn’t go get drunk and talk like they understand Heidegger.

A serious nerd, that’s who. My new Masters name was Samuel, six foot two, light red hair that fuzzed up badly, skin that made you think he didn’t know about face cloths, and a serious lack of muscle. Plus…he was wearing mismatched slacks and a cardigan.

Sometimes I feel like Fate himself chooses my Master’s. Thank Fate that I was here.

Time skipped back, and Master gave his…slightly amended wish.

“Well then, I wish you’d keep your voice down and mine up” he said.

“Your wish is my command!” I crossed my arms, nodded my head smartly, and made it happen. Of course, I said the “my command” part super quietly. What can I say, I’m a sucker for theatrics.

“COOL! THANKS GENIE!” Samuel said, not noticing that he was now the one likely to draw the ire of the librarian.

Unlike some of my other Master’s, Samuel had no problem pouring out his heart at me. He could have unlimited wishes, and he wasn’t going to waste any time in getting them.

And you know the number one thing that a nerd like Samuel always wished for.

“GENIE,” he said, “I WISH I WAS A LITTLE BIGGER.”

Of course time reversed for a moment. Just like a broken CD player, I heard the wish come at me again, with my own little addition.

“GENIE,” he said, “I WISH I WAS MORE THAN JUST A LITTLE BIGGER.”

I nodded smartly. “Your wish is my command Master.” Samuel instantly began to bulge with muscle, looking more like a bodybuilder wannabe than a college philosophy student. I watched his pitiful clothes stretch. The button down shirt he was wearing flew open. The t-short underneath barely contained his impressive new pecs. And those jeans…they were all ripped up now, but that’s cool, that’s just fashion now.

Samuel looked at the parts of his body he could easily see. Then, not finding a mirror nearby, he pulled out his phone and started snapping selfies of his amazing build.

“WHOA.” Samuel rumbled, his newly stacked body making his loud voice resonate.

“Wow Master,” I said. “You’re looking very fit. Almost swole.”

“YEAH! I WISH I WAS LOOKING SWOLE!” You were caught up in the excitement of not being a total nerd anymore. Nobody ever just wants to be average.

Time stuttered, and you said your wish again.

“YEAH! I WISH I WAS SHORT ENOUGH FOR LOOKING SWOLE!” You shouted it at me enthusiastically.

So inch by inch, I shrunk your frame. Your muscle no longer stretched over a tall frame, no longer looking like a wannabe bodybuilder, you were totally stacked now. Thick. 5 foot 7 inches, and swole enough that nobody would ever mention it.

“Your wish is my command, Master,” I said, my cock starting to swell.

Samuel was starting to look seriously different from when I came out of the lamp…but there was still no mistaking him as a serious loser, no matter how much you wanted to lick his biceps. The bad skin, the fuzzy red hair, the mismatched clothes all made me wish I could make wishes myself.

Luckily, Master was staring at another selfie. “GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH THAT I WAS LESS SELF CONSCIOUS”.

Time did it’s thing, and so did I. Master took another run at his wish.

“GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH THAT I WAS LESS INDEPENDENT AND MORE SELF CONSCIOUS!”

A quick nod of my head, and Master’s whole world changed. “Your wish is my command,” I said.

Master looked pretty damn bro-ish now, getting towards exactly what I wanted. His last wish had made him desperate the ride with the pack, please the coolest guys, and blend into the crowd.

So his red hair was buzzed down. His skin was meticulously washed and lightly tanned - something that took quite a bit of effort with that red hair. His clothes had become totally basic, just a crew neck t-short that showed off his massive guns, a popular brand name printed across his heavy pecs, some stylish jeans that accented his ass (but not too much!), and some all stars on his feet.

Samuel would have no problem making friends with anyone now. He desperately wanted to be liked, and caved to peer pressure at the slightest prompt.

Just then, another guy entered the scene. Maybe 21, with dark brown hair and a nice-but-not-heavy build.

“Are you the one who’s been shouting?” He asked. Great, a librarian.

Instead of answering, Samuel looked to me. “GENIE, I WISH THIS GUY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME AND TAKE OFF.”

Time jumped back, and Samuel made his wish again.

“GENIE, I WISH THIS GUY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME AND TAKE FIVE AND JERK OFF.”

“Your wish is my command,” I said, and watched the show.

The librarian seemed unaware of us, tucked in the back room of the library. Instead, it seemed like he had come back here to get…let’s call it a little private break.

He slumped heavily in a comfortable chair, undid his belt, and whipped out his surprisingly drool-worthy cock. Running his hand up and down his shaft brought it to full attention easily. I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he exploded all over us.

Must be one hell of a stressful job.

“GENIE,” Samuel yelled past the oblivious librarian, “I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH THIS ASSHOLE.”

The librarians cock started pulsing, shooting his cum and hitting Samuel in the face.

Time stepped back.

“GENIE,” Samuel yelled past the librarian, “I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH WITHOUT FUCKING HIS ASSHOLE.”

The librarians cock started pulsing, shooting his cum and hitting Samuel in the face. Suddenly aware of our presence again, the librarian slumped to the floor, then turned over and planted his elbows on the chair.

“Want some of this?” he said, shaking his ass seductively.

“HELL YEAH,” shouted Samuel. His leaking cock was already out of his jeans, ready to plunge into the first of what would surely be many, many tight assholes over his college career.

The librarian was hard again already. Samuel lined up his thick dick and plunged into the librarians bubble butt. As Samuel pushed in and out, the librarians dick thudded against the easy chair. It didn’t take long before they both came, Samuel emptying a large load into the librarians hole.

Sammy pulled up his pants and sat on a desk. “THANKS, THAT WAS FUCKIN’ GREAT!”

The librarian grinned, pulling back on his clothes. “Anytime you want to check something out, Samuel, I’m right here,” he grinned. Then he walked back towards the circulation desk, his break over.

“I WISH HE’D CALL ME…” Samuel yelled. I’m sure he’d have said it softly, if only that was something he could do.

Time skipped a beat backwards.

“I WISH HE’D CALL ME SAMMY, LIKE EVERYONE”

“Your wish is my command, Sammy” I said. Whoops, I didn’t mean to catch myself in that wish, but no harm, no foul, right? A bro needs a hotter name than “Samuel”.

Because Sammy’s pretty fuckin’ hot, and Sammy loves to fuck a tight ass, but there’s still a couple of things missing from my fantasy fratboy formula. He needed to love to party. He needed bros. And he needed the kind of life where he’d want to do it all over again every night.

Okay, I’ll admit, I had an idea. Whatever Sammy’s next wish was, I was gonna….

“GENIE, I WISH I WAS MORE CONFIDENT.”

Great, this shit again. Whatever, I was going to repurpose this wish anyway.

“GENIE, I WISH I WAS MORE CONFIDENT AS A DJ”

“You got it Sammy,” I said. This should be fun.

Master didn’t look too different, just a pair of headphones hanging heavily around his neck, and a bag full of a laptop and some mixing equipment. But there was a different energy around him. He was fuckin’ buzzed to play a set.

“THANKS GENIE,” he shouted. “I’M GONNA MAKE THIS PLACE FUCKIN’ ROCK”

Sammy grabbed his bag and headed for the front desk of the library. We kept passing all these students - let’s face it, it was Saturday night and they were in the library - we kept passing all these dweebs. Mostly dudes. Some overweight. Some under. All of them were about to have better lives.

In the front entry of the library, Sammy looked around. There was a big sweeping staircase leading up to the second floor. There were multiple rooms full of books ranging from photocopied dissertations through to rare tomes. And there were about a hundred people staring at the loud jock that Sammy had become, daggers in their eyes.

The librarian from earlier was standing by the circulation desk. I could see a wet stain down his slacks where Sammy’s cum had run down his leg.

“GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH NOBODY COULD LEAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT”

Time shuddered and reversed another second. “GENIE,” Sammy shouted. “I WISH NOBODY EXCEPT THE WOMEN COULD LEAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT.”

That started…well, almost a stampede. The moment you tell people they can’t leave, it’s the only thing they want to do. But oddly enough, as the herd of people tried to head out the front doors, noise came from the rare books room. The doors there burst open… it was all the men who had just tried to leave.

Outside, I’m certain the women were trying to decide what to do. But I know how this goes. They wouldn’t be concerned about the men in here much longer.

“I WISH THE LIBRARIANS WOULD BE GREAT DANCERS. GET US STARTED!” Sammy yelled out.

The men in the room were starting to get over their confusion. None of this makes any sense if you don’t have a genie, but they were starting to catch on.

The world jumped back a second. And Sammy made his wish again.

“I WISH THE LIBRARIANS WOULD BE GREAT BIG GOGO BOY DANCERS. GET US STARTED!” he yelled.

I granted the wish, then glanced over. All four librarians who had been behind the circulation desk had now climbed up onto it. All of them thick with rounded muscle, clothed in nothing but a colored jockstrap. In a shiny gold jock, the one from earlier still had cum dribbling down his leg. They danced to unheard music.

Sammy walked up the wide staircase. The confusion in the room was dissipating. It was going to boil over into anger. Soon.

“I WISH EVERYONE HERE WOULD CHILL OUT”.

Time skipped.

“I WISH EVERYONE HERE WOULD CHILL OUT AND BRO UP!” Sammy shouted.

“Your wish is my command Sammy,” I said. I was glad I finally had one I could use to reduce the tension in the crowd. This was always my favourite part.

All around, the young men of the college were becoming warped parodies of themselves. Sweat pants and basketball shorts replaced jeans. Wifebeaters and jerseys replaced t-shirts. About 70% of them wore a backwards cap at some angle. And the nerdier the guy had been to start…well, the more he turned into a bicep-pumping, ego stroking, cock-swinging, beer-guzzling frat bro.

Almost everyone was holding a beer. Where do you get a beer in a library? Ask your local frat bros.

And all of them were starting to chill. The anger and tension were gone. Now they were just hanging out, waiting for their favourite DJ to play a set.

Sammy was setting up his gear. It was starting to get loud in there. Not that the librarians minded anymore, they were working hard on getting the party started.

“HEY EVERYBODY,” Sammy shouted into a mic. “I’M DJ COCKMONSTER, AND THIS IS…”

He didn’t bother finishing the sentence. He just brought the music up. Solid beats started playing all around the library. On the floor below, the bros were starting to dance to the music, most of them keeping a safe distance from anything that might be construed as too gay.

Imagine that, listening to DJ COCKMONSTER and worrying that someone might think you’re gay.

“HEY GENIE,” Sammy shouted in my direction. “I WISH THESE GUYS WOULD REALLY START DANCING.”

The beat skipped. Too bad, cuz Sammy’s actually a pretty good DJ. But it’s how my magic works.

“I WISH THESE GUYS WOULD REALLY START KISSING, GRINDING AND DANCING!”

“Your wish is my command, Sammy!”

Down on the main floor, the crowd was transformed. The casual dancing had been replaced with something manic. Something sexual. These guys all wanted to get laid tonight, the only mystery was which bro was gonna hook up with which other bro.

I had my eye on a couple dudes over by the reading room. The one still wearing a shirt was pinned up against the wall by one who was just wearing gym shorts that barely went halfway down his meaty thigh and a backwards red ball cap. Five minutes, I bet myself, and red-cap is gonna be skewered under jersey.

All over, men were making out and grinding. The only thing that kept it from evolving into an orgy was Sammy’s music. DJ COCKMONSTER was so good that they just couldn’t stop dancing. Even I was shaking my ass to the beat.

“HEY,” Sammy shouted over the beat. “I WISH THIS PLACE WAS SETUP BETTER FOR THE PARTY!”

Time skipped, and so did another record. Then Sammy shouted again.

“HEY, I WISH THIS PLACE WAS SETUP BETTER FOR THE BIGGEST FRAT HOUSE PARTY!”

And so it was. The library faded away, renovated by the school years ago into a frat house for it’s biggest, bro frat. The place was full of kegs, solo cups, and couches where dudes were getting sucked off or fucked. The only rule seemed to be that everyone had to keep moving to the beat.

Another job well done, I’d say. I kept dancing through the room and getting rough hands run over my otherworldly body. But I was saving myself - Sammy would be done his set in about an hour, and I intended to get that thick cock riding me before he wished me out of this perfect life.

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