As Jared slowly set the jar on his desk, he was amazed at how fast the tiny Brick genie was moving inside the jar. He seemed to become a blur and vanished. The jar looked empty, and then there would be a flash of skin. Was little Brick really moving too fast to see?
Brick was shrieking and hopping and running and pounding, and Jared just stood there like a fucking statue. Oh, great, he stopped time relative to Brick until Brick was a powerful genie. Damn, didn't that old creep at the weird shop say something about centuries. Centuries in solitary confinement? He'd rip Jared a new one, as soon as he was done granting his master his first wish. NO! He was thinking of Jared as his master. Whoever heard of a genie in a jar? It was supposed to be a lamp or bottle, right? Brick got introspective after the first maddening 20 or so years. Maybe he did deserve to be Jared's slave. He had given that kid grief for nearly a decade. Nah. The next hundred years, Brick envisioned every torture he conceive to mentally eviscerate Jared, Malcolm and the shopkeeper, and then he started on his teammates, ex-girlfriends, and anyone whom had ever crossed his path. He was bored. The last 50 or so years, he was bored out of his fucking mind. He had masturbated himself raw. He had worked out, running in circles doing situps, etc. He was amazed that he hadn't aged or gotten buffer or needed to use the bathroom once in those intervening centuries, and still Jared stood there like a weird icon for him to worship. No, no, no....
Jared blinked. He saw more flesh blurs, and then they slowed, and he saw Brick pacing angrily back and forth. No, not angrily, he looked bored. He was fully corporeal. He was no longer a blur or moving incredibly fast even. It looked like he was pouting.
"Twenty seconds?" Jared said glancing at his watch.
Brick saw the movement. The giant Jared moved. He was looking at his watch. Brick started jumping up and down waving his arms madly.
Jared unscrewed the lid.
PZOOF!
"Whoa! That's better!" Brick asid as he loomed over Jared. He bit his lip crossed his arms, and said through his gritted teeth, "Your wish is my command, Master Jared."
"Well, you do look more like a genie," Jared said staring at the jar.
Brick looked down, and cringed. He was big muscular Brick from the waist up, but the waist down was smoke drifting out of the jar.
"What the h-?" Brick was dumbfounded.
"So what are the rules?" Jared asked. "Don't you have to tell me what the rules are? Like no bringing back the dead, or making people fall in love-"
"Fuck the rules. You're the master, I have to grant your wishes. The only rule I guess is that the bigger the wish, the longer it takes for me to recover to grant another," Brick said testily. Personally, he hated rules, and instinctively he knew the rules. "The only rule is that the genie of the jar is the slave to one who opens the jar until that person grants the genie his freedom. Like that ever'll happen. So what's your wish?"
"You mean I could wish a dead person alive?"
"Yeah, well, I can animate the corpse of your choice or transport some one from the past to the present, which would technically make the dead person alive, I suppose. Who did you have in mind?"
"Hm, you make people fall in love?"
"You got the hots for a cheerleader? It's not exactly love, but obsession is about the closest I can do," Brick said in a bored voice.
"Nah, actually, well. I guess I'm obsessed. I mean, why else would I have given Brick all my money. If I'd just handed him a couple bills, he would have been happy. Heck, he left me bus fare. I think why else would he always be following me around?"
"Wait, you think that I - er, Brick is lusting after your lily white ass?" Brick said incredulously, and then he paused. Yeah, he did seem to go out of his way to bug Jared. And the dude did have the cutest lily white ass in the locker room. What was he thinking?
"You even sound like Brick, Maybe I can use you to gg et Brick out of my system," Jared said biting his lip, and undoing his belt.
"Oh, fuck, no, don't eve-" Brick started to say.
"I wish you would give me a blowjob, genie,"
"Y-y-yes, M-m-mast-t=t=er!" Brick stammered, as he wafted across the room, scooped Jared up in his arms, and began to kiss him. His forehead, lips, neck, chest, abs, (wait when had all of Jared's clothing vanished.?) Whoa, he kissed Jared's cock, and then swallowed it.
Jared was in heaven. So was Brick.
Brick lay naked on Jared's dorm room bed. He was stretched out, jerking off. Jared was tiny asleep inside Brick's belly button. His last wish was that as a reward his genie could enjoy his own sexual fantasy, and jerk off, then go back into his jar to recharge. Brick looked at Jared now soaking in an overflowing hot tub of his cum. The guy was fucking cute. Oh, crap, that last part of the wish.