Another day, another toilet to unclog. These old buildings with their old plumbing, they were always having trouble in one way or another, and the fact that all of the kids living here didn’t bother to respect the place didn’t help either.
Skip pushed his key card against the pad and the door unlocked–he juggled the rest of his equipment for a moment and managed to pull the door open. He was halfway through the door when he saw the young man on the other side, doing nothing to help, and just looking at him with something between contempt and indifference. Skip made it inside, and the young man brushed past him and knocked some of his gear out of Skip’s hand. “Hey! Morty said, but the guy was already on his way out of the door, leaving Skip to gather everything up, grumbling to himself about the ungrateful shits who lived here.
Skip had never had the chance to go to college himself. His parents were poor, and he hadn’t exactly been good in school, and so here he was. He’d been fixing problems on this campus for close to ten years now, and it was the best job he’d managed to find–but fuck, the kids drove him crazy sometimes, in more ways than one. Skip was gay, and he’d always had a soft spot for younger guys, and the school could be great eye candy…but some of them were so damn thoughtless at times, like that fellow he’d just run into literally. With his stuff together again, he started hiking up the stairs to the third floor, where the broken toilet was waiting for him.
That was also where the genie was, invisible in the hallway, deliberating between various options of who to appear before next. He heard the footsteps on the stairs, spun and saw Skip there, hairy and overweight, sweaty from the three flight climb, and he smirked. Now there was someone a bit different–and who could certainly use a bit of his special brand of help. He slipped back into his bottle, and manifested inside Skip’s toolbox as he pushed his way into the bathroom to see what he was dealing with.
It was worse than he’d been expecting. Despite the sign someone had put on it, at least two guys had used the broken toilet since in had stopped flushing, leaving quite a mess in the bowl. Heaving a sigh, he opened up his toolbox, and resting on top, he found a small bottle of clouded glass that he had never seen before. It was stoppered with a cork, and there was a little tag hanging off the end, which read: “For your toilet problem.”
Skip looked back at the toilet, and wondered what on earth this could be. A special kind of drain cleaner? You never used those with a toilet though. He popped off the cork, intending to give whatever was inside a sniff, but before he could, a massive cloud of smoke poured out of it, and manifested into a genie before him, eyes shimmering with blues and purples, smirking at Skip, as he mumbled and shook in surprise. “What…what the fuck?”
“Hello Master, I am a genie, and for the next 24 hours, I will grant as many wishes as you desire to give me.”
Skip just stared at the genie, and then at the toilet. “This…this can’t be real.”
The genie just shrugged. “There is one way to find out easily, isn’t there?”
“I…uh…I wish the toilet was fixed properly.”
The genie didn’t bother changing that wish around–he just snapped his fingers and while Skip watched, the filth in the toilet disappeared entirely. He walked over, triggered the flush, and the toilet worked perfectly. “You…have gotta be kidding me.”
“I could make it so none of the toilets on campus would plug again, if you’d like, Master. However, I know there are usually more interesting things that your kind desires, beyond the mundane.”
“I…I can wish for anything?” Skip asked, “Aren’t there, usually, limits?”
“I can usually accommodate most anything.”
Skip’s mind was reeling…but he wanted to start small still, just…to confirm it worked. “I…There was a guy earlier, downstairs who was rude to me. I wish he was here, and that he’d apologize to me.”
The genie smiled. He was being cautious, of course, but he could tell what Skip really wanted–why not push him in the right direction? Time rewound, and when the wish came out again, there were a few changes.
I wish he was here, and that he’d apologize and suck me off.”
The genie snapped his fingers, and a cloud of blue and purple mist exploded by the door, and the young man appeared there, looking confused. A moment later though, his eyes glazed over, the same hazy colors as the smoke, and he walked over towards where Skip was by the counter. “I…I’m sorry, Sir, for being rude earlier,” the young man said, as he got down on his knees and started unbuttoning the fly on Skip’s work pants. “Let…let me show you just how sorry I am Sir, please…”
Skip could barely believe what was happening in front of him, but his cock was more than ready. The young man started sucking on him, and Skip moaned in pleasure, the genie smiling at him, happy to be of service. “Fuck, I…I don’t care if I am stroking out or something, this is amazing…Go on boy, take my cock all the way, that’s how I’ll know you’re really sorry about what you did…”
The young man–named Jason–did as he was told, and took Skip’s cock to the hilt in his mouth. Inside, the rich, preppy kid was freaking out–one second he’d been walking across the quad, going to meet some friends for dinner, and the next second he’d been teleported into this bathroom, and was sucking off some fat, ugly maintenance worker! Jason kept trying to resist, but he couldn’t disobey the strange compulsion in his head. He had to suck this man off…he didn’t have a choice.
“Fuck, can’t remember the last time I got head like this…it’s fucking nice…Fuck boy, you know what? I wish you were living with me. That way, I could use this mouth whenever I wanted!”
The genie smiled, and made a few alterations to that wish for a little added fun.
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