as Danny watched. He stood up, feeling his knees quiver, looked from Kaliaz’s rising virility to the djinn’s handsome, snub-nosed face.
“So; now I begin.” Powerful arms reached for Danny; strong hands grasped his shirt and trousers. The youth felt a jerk; suddenly he stood naked in the ocean breeze, his clothes in a heap off to one side. Dark eyes studied Danny’s body, and Kaliaz’s nose wrinkled in an expression of distaste.
Danny dropped to his knees, felt them dig into warm sand as he steadied himself with both hands on Kaliaz’s thighs. With his right hand, Danny reached up and cupped Kaliaz’s balls, felt them stir in their sack; with his left, he gripped the djinn’s shaft. Danny opened his mouth, engulfed the now-rigid shaft, and began sucking.
“Ah, resigned to your fate you are—are you—whichever way it is said.”
Danny heard a gasp, felt the djinn flinch.
“But—perhaps I was too precipitate in blaming you for your tardiness—a bit of mercy, perhaps—not so hard!—your teeth—enough!”
Danny felt big hands seize his head. He sucked harder, tightened his grip on the djinn’s shaft; but Kaliaz’s great muscles were too strong for the youth; and Danny lay on his back again, looking up at the djinn.
“That’s not fair!” Danny squealed, then tried to lower his voice as he said, “I know my rights. You said—you sweared—I mean, you swored—you swore an oath and now you won’t let me t-take care of your s-shaft like you said I could.” He winced as he heard his voice go shrill again.
The naked, hard-cocked djinn winced too. “There is that. Would you rather trick me back into the bottle so we can start this—this arrangement all over again—no, you demolished that cursŠd bottle too thoroughly for even me to repair. Perhaps you would accept a measure of gratitude instead of—”
“Fuck gratitude,” Danny growled, and he got up on his knees again. “You said I had to service your mmmmmm—” He closed his mouth on the warm, hard prong again; but as he began to suck…
…Kaliaz pushed Danny off again. “Oath or no oath, I shall not let you skin me alive because your teeth are all jagged,” the djinn growled.
Danny felt a moment of panic as strong hands gripped his jaws and melted into and through skin and bone and teeth. Then wonder took him as that interpenetrating touch reshaped the curve of his jaws, shifted teeth into alignment, so that, for the first time in his life, Danny’s tongue found a smooth, even line of hardness in each jaw. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still filled with Kaliaz’s hands.
“What are you trying to say?” asked the djinn, withdrawing his hands for a moment.
“There’s a couple missing—on the left, and—urgle!” Danny said as Kaliaz reached into Danny’s teeth again.
“Now that I have started, perhaps some alteration of your jaw—these cheek bones just so—there—the ears, just a little flatter—that’s it.”
Kaliaz’s fingers moved down into Danny’s neck; Danny coughed, gagged, then sneezed. “What are you doing—oh.” He suddenly realized his voice had dropped an octave from its former pitch.
“That is better. Before, your voice…”
“Yeah—it was pretty bad. But—uh—what if somebody sees us—naked like this?” Danny—still on his knees—looked around nervously, and saw that a swirl of fog walled him and Kaliaz from the rest of the beach.
“No one shall wander through the mist I have wrapped around us.” The djinn frowned down at Danny. “Your face and voice are fine now, but the rest…” He shook his head. “One is better served—and serviced—when the server is more pleasant to one’s eyes.”
“It isn’t my fault that—hey!” said Danny, as Kaliaz pushed the youth onto his back again and knelt beside him on the sand. “You—you’re going to do—more to—to me?” Danny felt the djinn’s hands reshape and broaden Danny’s chest and shoulders.
“I have this tendency—this habit,” said the naked djinn, as his fingers sculpted lean, hard muscle onto Danny’s chest, “to completely consummate—that is—” He paused, took a breath. “I like to finish what I start. This, you must understand, is strictly to enhance my pleasure—I mean, it’s so I can enjoy the visual stimulus of—of watching you service my much-too-long-neglected lusts. As well, one does achieve status from the appearances of one’s servicer.”
“Yeah, sure,” said Danny, a bit absently since his attention was on his own, now-well-muscled chest and arms and shoulders. A gymnast’s physique was emerging from Kaliaz’s hands, lean and lithe, with every line and plane sharply defined. Danny propped himself up, elbows pushing into the sand, watching his legs being reshaped by the djinn, beginning with the calves and working toward the thighs. Danny shifted his gaze to the djinn’s powerful physique—studying the broad chest that tapered to lean, narrow hips—and stopped at the djinn’s sexual equipment.
The thick prong was still half-hard, and temptingly close. Danny put his right hand on that prong. Kaliaz grunted; now he was working on Danny’s hips. Danny grinned, ran his tongue over the smooth, even curve of his teeth. Then, with a supple twist of his now-muscular torso, Danny brought his head to Kaliaz’s prong and engulfed half its length.
“Wait—I haven’t achieved completion—I’m not finished yet,” the djinn protested, but Danny clamped his lips around the shaft and sucked hard. The shaft responded with a swelling, stiffening surge. “A moment more,” said the djinn. Danny sucked harder, began working his tongue on the mouthful of warm meat. The djinn tried to detach Danny, but Danny’s rebuilt muscles overcame the djinn’s token effort.
“Well, if you insist,” said Kaliaz. “I just have to finish this—and this—and this.”
Danny sucked harder, felt the shaft stiffen to full hardness. He kept on sucking that magnificent shaft as he felt fingers sink into his own organs, kept on as the djinn finished his work. Danny sucked even harder, bobbed his head faster and faster as Kaliaz’s hips began to pump.
A few more strokes—two more—another—and the djinn went rigid, every powerful muscle straining—straining—until his shaft erupted in a sperm-squirting orgasm that went on and on and on, while Danny hungrily drank down mouthful after mouthful—until, at last, he sucked the djinn dry.
“Wow,” sighed Kaliaz, falling back onto the sand.
“Yeah,” Danny said. He sucked the last of the slippery cream from his teeth, swallowed, and took a deep breath. “There was quite a lot of it, too.”
“It has been a long time since…yes. But you were so eagerly—even hungrily—servicing my shaft that, while working on yours, I was perhaps carried away.”
Danny glanced down his lean-muscled torso to his own prong, now stiffly erect. “Wow—I must be almost a foot long, easy, and—and—” He slid his right hand down to grasp his shaft, explored his testicles with his left. “—and balls to match.”
“Here, then; I will re-shape your—” The djinn reached for Danny’s shaft, but Danny caught the djinn’s thick wrists.
The youth opened his mouth to protest, then closed it as his gaze met Kaliaz’s. Kaliaz tried again; Danny tensed his own lean muscles, holding his own yet realizing that, though stronger than he had been, he was still no match for Kaliaz if the powerfully muscled djinn really exerted himself. Danny started to word a protest, then inspiration struck: he grinned, then asked, “Jealous?”
“Well, I am at that.” The djinn relaxed, pulled his hands back, and rubbed his own long, thick shaft. “You are somewhat over-endowed now. Are you really sure that…?”
Danny grinned. “Lemme check something.” He raised his shoulders, tensed the hard ripple of abdominal muscles, curling up his hips until his shaft thrust his glans into his mouth. He licked the velvety skin for a moment, then tightened his