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It's my birthday, & your jock jerk friend Tommy is coming to my party...

added by D 12 years ago O

"Did you know that today is my birthday?" Jeremy said angrily, "And
your jerkwad jock buddy Tommy is coming to my birthday party! His dad
is my dad's boss, so he has to come. Every year he ruins it. This
year you're going to help me ruin him!"

"Yes, master?" is all you can say. You realize that when asked
something you know the answer. So while you had no idea it was
Jeremy's birthday, you instantly knew that it was when asked. Just as
you knew that Tommy was invited. If he had asked you who else was
invited you could have given him a complete list. As it was, you
checked off the names and faces in your head. Except for Tommy, the
party was going to be a regular nerd fest.

"So first, I wish we were safely back in my room, and that your car
was a 1/60th scale model sitting on my dresser."

"Done, master." And it was. No smoke. No flash of light. Just
suddenly you weren't in the park, and you were in Jeremy's bedroom.

"Whoa! That was cool, but a bit disappointing, I thought there'd be a
flash of light and smoke and a whirling sensation while we traveled."

"If you wish next time I can do that."

"No, that was fine. I'd probably get nauseous if whirled me around.
Okay, first wish, I wish my mirror was a magic mirror that could open
a window to peer into any place on the earth for as long as I want
whenever I command it."

"As you wish, master," you say softly. This is a much harder wish and
you tense up and sweat profusely as you concentrate on making it come
true. You sigh, your shoulders slump, and you say, "Done, master."

Jeremy looks at you and then at the apparently unchanged mirror on the
back of his door. You look worse for wear, but the mirror looks just
like it always has.

"Okay, mirror, I wish you'd show me Tommy right now!" he ordered.

Nothing happened.

"What gives, genie? This mirror doesn't work!"

"The mirror will work, you need to be precise, which Tommy, sir?"

"Tommy Dunhill of course!"

Instantly the reflection in the mirror rippled and suddenly Tommy was
standing there naked washing himself in the shower in his home.

"Whoa! Wicked! Damn, I should have asked to see Ruthann Rogers,"
Jeremy said.

Instantly, the image shifted again, Ruthann was at beauty salon
getting a facial and highlights in her hair. A drape covered her
body, tin foil covered her head, and green avocado paste covered her
face.

"Ew! Go back to Tommy Dunhill," Jeremy ordered.

Tommy's mouth was moving like he was speaking, but the image was
silent.

"I wish I could hear what was happening like with TV," Jeremy said.

You simply nodded your head, and suddenly, the sound of water
splashing against tile and Tommy's singing voice could be heard.

" - uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and that’s that lovin’ sound- it went uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and that’s that lovin’ sound," Tommy sang the Sublime song as he
scrubbed his hardened cock. He looked like he was about to blow his
load.

"Oh great he's jacking off in the shower!" Jeremy bemoaned. Then his
face lit up, "Okay, I wish Tommy cannot cum unless he thinks of hot
naked nerd boys abusing him as their sex slave!"

Tommy stopped singing. He began jerking his cock in earnest. He was
rubbing it red, but he couldn't cum.

"Wha-?" Jeremy asked, and then he understood. He fell backward on his
bed laughing, "Guess, Tommy may never cum again! Unless he thinks
about naked nerd boys abusing him! Ha! Oh, that's mean, I guess maybe
I'll just have to help him cum eventually."

You can hear the wickedness in Jeremy's voice, and feel sorry for what
awaits your bud Tommy.

Tommy finally gives up. The water's gotten cold. He shuts it off,
towels off, and grumpily gets dressed. He walks downstairs, the
mirror follows his every move like a TV show.

"Hey, Tommy, ready for Jeremy's birthday soiree?"

"Do I have to go again this year?"

"Yes, Tommy, and you know you'll enjoy it. You always get some girl
to give you a bj or put out at Jeremy's parties, after all you're the
only real man there."

"What!" shouted Jeremy hopping out of bed and glaring at the mirror,
"He's been coming to my birthdays since I was 13, and he's been
scoring at all of them? I haven't even scored once. Wait, when I was
13 and 14, I only had boys at my party - maybe his dad is
exaggerating," he sighed with relief.

"Yeah, last year I did it with two at the same time. Right in the
nerd's own bedroom," Tommy said proudly.

"What?" Jeremy glared at his bed.

"But why do I have to go to his party. He's not even my friend,"
Tommy said looking down at the lifeless bulge in his khakis.

"Because his father is my best employee. Your presence makes him
happy and more productive for me. It also shows your genetic and
hence my genetic superiority to him and his nerd offspring, which
makes him more willing to work for less than he's worth. I haven't had
to give him a pay raise since you started going to his son's stupid
birthday parties. How else do you think I could afford to send you to
Europe, Australia, Japan, South America and the Caribbean?"

"Haha, so I'm his annual bonus? Sick. I hope his kid enjoys having
me at his parties as much as his father does, cause I sure don't."

"Well, this year you're going to enjoy it, Tommy and so am I!" Jeremy
exclaimed.

He sat at his desk and started writing. He was making a list and
checking it twice. In the meantime, Tommy had gotten into his car with
the wrapped gift his father had handed him, and was driving toward
Bristol's. Bristol's was a sports bar that had a back room where it
served underage jocks like 19 year old Tommy.

"Genie, I wish Tommy's eyes would automatically drift to guy's
crotches except when he is specifically focusing," Jeremy said ticking
off an item on his list.

In less than five minutes, Tommy finished his beer and was back in his
car shaking head. He looked in his rear view mirror and asked,
"What's happening to me? I kept staring at guy's bulges! Guess, I'll
go to the party early, maybe I can leave early."

"I wonder what I'm giving nerd boy this year?" he patted the box.
Then he grabbed his cell phone and phoned his dad's secretary.

"Say, Rita, what did ya buy for me to give Jeremy this year?" Tommy
asked.

"What you said to get him," she answered grumpily, "A new pocket
protector, a jockstrap, spandex shorts, t-shirt with pocket for the
pocket protector, knee and wrist pads, and an illustrated book on
exercise and men's health, and GNC Gold Card membership."

"Perfect. I'll make a jock of him yet. Oh, did you get the extra small
jockstrap?" he asked evilly.

"They were out," Rita lied, "I got him an extra large."

"Oh, that's even better!" howled Tommy.

"Yes," said Jeremy even better. He rubbed his hands together.

"First, let's change the contents of that box. I think the GNC card
will become a pet license for my new pet ape Tommy Dunhill."

"Is that a wish, master?"

"Yes, Tommy's going to be my new slave. I wish slavery was legal, and
that slaves could be kept as pets and that Tommy's pink slip giving me
free and clear ownership of him is in that package. Oh, and I wish he
was wearing a black leather jockstrap right now instead of boxer
shorts and that it is embroidered in red thread "Property of Jeremy".

As he was driving, Tommy jumped in his seat. He suddenly felt the
fabric of his trousers against his butt, and his cock and balls were
corralled in a tight hot leather pouch. He looked around confused, but
kept driving.

When Tommy had rung the doorbell and was standing on Jeremy's porch,
Jeremy made another wish.

"I wish the contents of this jar of petroleum jelly was inside Tommy's
rectum right now."

Tommy jumped as he felt something cold and slimy fill his bowels and
leak out his rosebud. The door swung open, and there was Jeremy's
mother. She was hot.

"Why hello, Tommy, you're early this year! Please come in, you're the
first to arrive. I'll get Jeremy. Just go straight out to the patio
room."

Tommy just said "Okay," and nodded.

"Honey, your guests are arriving, come on down!" Jeremy's mother
shouted.

"Okay, be down in a minute!" Jeremy answered.

Tommy felt weird as he walked toward the patio. He was afraid to sit
down. He was sure he'd ruin his trousers if he did.

"Okay, Genie, I wish you were invisible and inaudible to everyone
except me, and I wish that Tommy could only obey me whatever I say or
however he feels about it or me, he will obey me! Oh, and whenever he
sees me or any of my nerd buddies, Tommy will instantly become aroused
- that's part of that wish too."

"Done, Master," you say softly.

"Now let's go see my birthday gift!" Jeremy said.

Jeremy turned on the video camera aiming it at his mirror and the
image of Tommy standing in Jeremy's house. Then Jeremy ran out of the
room closing the door behind him. You walk through the door following
him like a ghost, and waiting to grant his every wish. He left the
lamp on his bed, you wonder if someone else might become your master
before the night is over.

"Hey, Tommy, so glad you could make it!" Jeremy said as he entered.

Tommy turned toward Jeremy and instantly he winced. His cock had
turned rock hard inside its hard leather prison of a jockstrap. The
movement of the bulge was obvious in his tight khaki pants.

"Looks like you're glad too," Jeremy added.

Tommy blushed and stared at Jeremy's crotch, "Uh, this is for you." He
thrust the package at Jeremy.

"Gee, thanks. I hope it's a pocket protector, I need another one,"
Jeremy said with a grin.

Tommy blinked but looked non-plussed. He had a good game face. Never
let your opponent know what's on your mind.

Jeremy grinned and added, "You know they make great condom caddies,
keeps my clothing cum-free."

"Oh, really?" Tommy replied uncertainly. He kept glancing at Jeremy's
face, but his eyes kept falling to Jeremy's crotch.

"Have a seat, Tommy," Jeremy said.

Tommy turned to sit in the overstuffed recliner, but Jeremy said, "Sit
on the wrought iron chair." He nodded at the ornamental black wrought
iron chair that stood in the far corner of the patio.

"Sure," said Tommy as he glared first at the iron chair, then back at
the recliner, and then finally at Jeremy's crotch.

He sat down with a plop. He could feel the petroleum jelly oozing out
of his hole and staining his trouser seat. The strap had tightened the
pouch's grip when he sat, and he now clenched his teeth to control the
pain. Why was he doing whatever the little dick said? He didn't want
to sit on the hard metal chair, but here he was sitting there.

"That's a good, Tommy,so I hear you got lucky at my birthday party
last year?"

"What?" Tommy said in initial surprise. He gathered his composure and
smiled, "Oh, yeah, I'd almost forgotten. So many chicks, so little
time."

"Not anymore," Jeremy said, "Now here's a pad of paper and a pen.
Write down the names of each person you got lucky with for each of my
birthday parties, and what you two or three or however many did and
where you did it. List it by party starting with my 13th birthday, and
continuing to last year's. If you didn't get lucky, just write none."

"Are you kidding? Okay," Tommy said standing up to take the tablet and
pen that Jeremy handed him.

"Stay seated, and don't speak unless spoken to," Jeremy ordered.

Tommy swallowed, but didn't speak. He sat down gingerly so as not to
crush his cock more than necessary. He found himself staring at
Jeremy's crotch again. He started to sweat. He turned his focus to
the tablet and started writing.

"Bet there'll be at least 3 nones," Jeremy muttered to himself as he
carried the package over to the nearly empty present table. The only
other packages were from his parents and his sister and grandparents.

The doorbell rang.

"Oh, more guests. Don't get up, Tommy. Just keep writing, I'll answer
the door. I got it, mom!" Jeremy shouted leaving Tommy alone in his
corner of the patio room.


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