The Balls of the Djinn

Clay was the best antique dealer in Mount Two Timbers. He loved a good garage sale, and his neighborhood was never short of them. He had already hit up two garage sales where he’d picked up a new set of weights, a popcorn cooker, and a diving watch. On his way home he saw an estate sale and decided to stop there as well.

The estate sale had some very fancy dining ware, porcelain figurines, a large library of books, and then Clay came across a small ornate wooden box. He opened it up to find two silver metallic balls.

“Excuse me, what are these?” he asked the person running the sale.

“I think they are those meditation balls. Baoding balls? You roll them around in one hand and it is supposed to increase meditation or if you roll them around in one hand at the right frequency, they will bring you closer to universal harmony or something.”

“Like a fidget spinner?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I thought they were supposed to make a noise or something.”

The salesperson shrugged.

Clay examined the balls closer and found they were covered in Arabic symbols. Along with the box, the balls seemed to be antiqued. He checked the price tag and found it listed at $5.

“I’ll take these,” he handed a five-dollar bill to the salesperson and made his exit.

There was something about the balls that told him they were going to be worth something. He’d do his research online, but in the meantime, they would look good displayed in their case in his home study. He set them on his bookshelf before going to take a shower.

In the shower Clay felt the hot water cover his short black hair and spread down his ample ass. He scrubbed through his thick beard and lathered up the hair in his pits. He loved how hairy he was, it covered his chest and trailed perfectly down to his belly button where it moved into another burst of thick hair. He loved how his soft cock hung down in a small curve over the bush and nestled into a heavy set of balls.

He started to get hard. He hadn’t masturbated since yesterday, but he really wanted to get a price on this antique and then he could relax. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.

He brought the balls down on his desktop and opened up his laptop to start doing his research.

He hadn’t gotten very far at all before he had pulled the silver balls out of their case and started to swirl them around in the palm of his left hand. They were very soothing and before he knew it he had them going and quite a quick pace.

Then he felt the balls begin to vibrate and hum. A puff of pink smoke belched out of the balls and Clay dropped them to the floor.

An enormous silver man appeared from the smoke and floated above the floor. His skin was cracked with blue and pink lightning and his eyes were blank as he spoke with a booming voice.

“Who has summoned the silver djinn?”

Clay stood up and stared with slack jaw at the djinn. The djinn was completely nude except for a set of black leather cuffs around his wrists. He was a stunning godlike statue of a creature with violet eyes. His pecs were enormous, with thick dark nipples, and they bounced as he talked. He was smooth from head to toe allowing Clay to see every striation of muscle as he moved gently up and down. His uncut cock was fat and hung thick between his legs. His balls dangled low.

“Who has summoned the silver djinn?” The djinn repeated.

“I’m Clay. I summoned you, I guess.”

The djinn stretched out his hands and stared down at Clay. The lightning began to fade, and the silver dimmed into a tanned skin. The djinn floated down to the ground and became more humanlike.

“Does this form intimidate you less?”

Clay was still finding it hard to answer.

“I am here to serve you, I will grant you up to three wishes,” the djinn said.

Clay shook himself back to the conversation.

“Wait, a djinn? Aren’t you tricksters. You want to grant me a wish, but it will have some sort of bad outcome?”

“No,” said the djinn, “but I can only grant you a wish after you’ve let me seed you. Once I’ve inseminated you your wish will be granted exactly as you imagine it.”

“You mean, you need to fuck me and then I can get a wish granted?”

“Correct,” the djinn said.

Clay’s boner pushed the towel slack, and it fell to the floor.

“I will be your servant, but only after I am your master,” said the djinn.

“Yes master, where do you want me?”

The djinn came up to Clay and turned him around, facing his armchair. On your knees and bend over.

Clay was obedient and with one foot on the floor and the other on his knee, he knelt over the head of the chair so that his furry hole was in clear view to the djinn. The djinn slapped his ass, leaving a red handprint visible against the pale skin.

“You think you can handle my power, human?”

Clay felt as the djinn’s thick, hard, cock slipped lengthwise between his crack and rubbed up and down the length of his ass cheeks.

“Yes, master,” Clay whispered.

“That doesn’t sound like you want it. Do you want to serve your master?”

“Yes, master!” Clay said louder.

Clay could feel the djinn’s precum flowing and lubing him up. The djinn positioned the head of his cock against Clay’s tight hole.

“You will have your wish if you please me,” the djinn said before pushing his cock deep inside Clay. The force of it pushed Clay’s chest against the back of the armchair, locking him in position.

“Thank you master,” Clay said.

The djinn reached forward and gripped at Clay’s neck, limiting his intake of air. He held his cock firmly and deeply inside Clay, letting it throb in place.

“That’s enough talking out of you, human.”

Clay could feel the djinn’s chest press against his back, rubbing up and down, the friction of smooth chest against hairy back driving him wild. His cock began to spurt precum.

The djinn reached down and felt Clay’s precum. He held the glistening finger up to Clay’s ear and leaned in to lick it off.

“We begin,” he whispered.

The djinn rolled his stomach and rotated his hips as he began to thrust. Clay was getting stretched like he had never been before and with the slight pain was pure pleasure. The djinn’s cock tapped at Clay’s prostate making it flex and pulse with each thrust.

The djinn’s large balls bounced up and down on Clay’s taint making a metronomic slapping. The djinn put his arms behind his head and kept thrusting, harder and harder, until the armchair began to crack.

“Get on the floor,” the djinn said suddenly, pulling out of Clay.

“Yes master,” said Clay.

The djinn cuffed Clay across the face. It stung Clay in just the right way.

“I said no talking, human. This will be a reminder to shut you up.”

The djinn pushed Clay onto his knees and guided his cock into Clay’s mouth. The djinn had to push to get the thick member to fit into his mouth.

“I want you to suck the taste of human off of it,” the djinn said.

Clay pulled at the cock with his tongue, guiding the foreskin down his throat. He moved his tongue as best as he could up and down the shaft, feeling everything from his piss hole to the base of the djinn’s balls.

Clay could barely breath, but he wanted to get the cock as far down his throat as he could. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted to encompass the djinn. Only when his vision started to fade did the djinn pull out.

The djinn grabbed Clay by the back of the head and spit in his face.

“On your stomach, human.”

Clay laid on his stomach on fuzzy office rug. The djinn pulled Clay’s arms above his head and held them in place.

Clay felt as the djinn lay his body in full on top of him. He could feel every inch of the djinn as the djinn pushed back inside Clay’s loosened hole. Clay stiffened his feet and the djinn, pushing his bare feet on top of Clay’s, used them as leverage to push inside Clay deeper and deeper.

The djinn groaned, pushed himself into an upward-facing dog pose, and shoved Clay’s face into the rug as he let out a guttural scream of pleasure and released his seed into the human. Clay could feel the djinn’s balls tighten and release with each spurt of cum that filled his manhole.

The djinn came so much that it burst out the sides of the djinn’s hard cock and dripped down the sides of his ass cheeks.

The djinn pulled out and rolled onto the rug. His cock remained stiff as he caught his own breath and began to speak.

“The deal is done. You are now my master and may request your first wish,” he turned his violet eyes to Clay.

“Master, what is your first wish?”

“I wish to do that again, but this time in your silver form,” Clay said.

“Master, I could split you two,” the djinn said.

“Destroy my hole, djinn,” said Clay.

The djinn grinned as he turned silver.

THE END