Jeff sat in the cupboard buried in the jar of cum leaking spent condoms next to dozens of similarly filled
jars. It may have been weeks, months, maybe even years. Every once in a while (Jeff assumed it was once a
day, but maybe it was only once a week - how often did they clean that filthy bath house?) for a few minutes,
the janitor would open the cupboard and add a new jar or two. Then he'd shuffle the jars around, and close the
cupboard door plunging Jeff and the jars into total darkness until next he opened the cupboard door.
Then finally, one day the janitor took a dozen jars out of the cupboard and closed it back up. Jeff had no
idea what happened to those jars of condoms, but the fact that they left the nearly eternal darkness and
solitude of the cupboard encouraged hope in him. Even being part of a landfill would be better than sitting
in the darkness for four years - or maybe it was only 2 years now? He had completely lost track of time.
He had long since become use to the crushing weight of the oozing rubbers on, and the disgusting taste and
smell. How could this be his life? At least he still had hope of the Chronivac returning him to normal.
Initially, he assumed it would transport the condom back to his room and then change him back, but as time
passed in the dark solitude of his captivity his mind began to run wild.
Would he transform back into human inside the packed jar? Would he be scarred for life by the chards of glass
as he exploded out of the jar? Might their be nasty viruses or bacteria growing in the decaying cum? Would
they infect him, and reduce his life span considerably? Perhaps the jar wouldn't shatter? Perhaps he would
end up compressed bloody pulp inside the jar? Perhaps he would be reduced to bloody pulp as he expanded prior
to the jar exploding? The police would have an awful time figuring that one out? Yes, from the amount of
blood, bone fragments, and tissue at least one person died, but the forensic evidence suggests that he was
inside the shattered jar. But it was too small to fit all a head in let alone a whole body? His nightmares
occurred as he slept or while awake. In the perpetual darkness, he no longer knew if he slept or was awake.
When the door opened or closed, he wondered if it really ever opened or if that too was a hallucination or
dream? It was maddening. He was sure unless the Chronivac restored his mind to its previous condition, he
would be stark raving mad. He prayed. He became fanatical in his prayers and pleas. He promised to do good
works if only someone would rescue him. Then his unanswered prayers made him bitter, and he cursed God and
Satan, and his parents, and the scientists who had designed that infernal Chronivac, and the Chronivac itself.
If he had been a shade saner, he might have recognized the parallels in his own feelings and those of the old
Arabian Nights tale which had been corrupted into his endless nightmares. It was the story of the genie in
the bottle. In his dream, Jeff as he was before walked on a beach and found a bottle with a powerful djinn
trapped inside. He unstopped the bottle and a plume of white watery cum sprayed out of the vessel and became
the biker who had christened him as a condom.
"If you had released me after the first thousand years, I would have granted you limitless wishes!" the genie
intones in his black leather arabesque costume with golden chains.
"Wow! Unlimited wishes?" gasped dream Jeff.
"But you didn't release me then," snarled the genie, "So I vowed if I was freed I would grant my rescuer three
wishes?"
"Okay I can live with three wishes," Jeff said eager, "First, I -"
"Silence, mortal. That promise was only binding for the second thousand years of my captivity inside that
lightless cramped bottle! And you did not rescue me in the first thousand years, nor in the second thousand
years!"
"You were in that bottle for over 2000 years?" gasped Jeff.
"Well, over," the genie growled. He seemed to be growing bigger and bigger as he spoke. He had started out
as a large man, and now towered several stories over Jeff. He continued, "If you had rescued me during the
next thousand years, I would have granted you one wish." He paused, and added, "But you didn't!"
Jeff was silent staring at the massively growing leather clad bulge in the genie's loincloth pouch. The
leather seemed to be ripping at the seems as it swelled.
"Then during the fourth thousand year period of my captivity, I vowed that the one who liberated me would get
no wishes at all."
"Well, that's okay," Jeff shrugged, "I really wasn't expecting any wishes anyway when I opened your bottle."
"Ha,ha, ha!" laughed the genie ominously. "But those four thousand years are long past. In my fifth millennium
of captivity, if you had liberated me, I would have killed you swiftly."
"Since I'm still alive, I guess you were in there longer than five thousand years?" Jeff said uncertainly with
a tinge of fear.
"Verily, well over 5000 years!" he snarled.
"Uh, then I don't suppose you decided to go back to the limitless wishes option?" he asked hopefully.
"Mwahahahahaahahahaahahaahahaahahahaahaha!" the genie laughed darkly.
Black clouds blotted out the sky. Dream Jeff shivered on the beach as the air turned suddenly cold. But at
least for this brief time, he thought he was human rather than a condom floating in a jar filled with the
fermenting cum of 200 men. Jeff was silent.
At last the genie spoke again. He bent down to eye Jeff more closely.
"Foolish mortal, as if I would ever grant you unlimited wishes! Though you were close. I vowed that if
liberated in my six thousandth years of imprisonment that I would grant my freer one wish - the wish of how he
would like to die!"
"I wish to die of old age!" blurted out Jeff.
The genie guffawed so hard he fell on his ass. Sand exploded behind him and the ground shook. Jeff lost his
balance due to the shaking and fell to his knees.
"No, you should be so lucky! After those 6000 years of perpetual darkness, I decided that whoever was foolish
enough to liberate me would die 10,000 deaths."
Jeff knelt there shivering. The genie was back on his feet, and his gap opening between his stretched leather
pouch and his crotch was large enough for Jeff to stand in now. He was quiet and prayed the genie would forget
about him.
"But seven thousand years came and went. No one liberated me. I decided death would be too good for that man
or woman. So I decided I would give my liberator a wish of eternal torment and servitude to me, if he should
liberate me after 8000 years of captivity. But again, no one came to liberate me."
Jeff's mind was racing. Every time the genie spoke of his imprisonment, he promised a greater horror to Jeff.
Jeff had to stop him before he delivered Jeff his reward.
"Hey, wait a minute! I don't believe a big guy like you was ever in that tiny little bottle!" he shouted. "You
were hiding nearby and when I opened the bottle you jumped out from maybe behind that boulder?"
"How dare you doubt my word!" roared the giant. Lightening cracked and arced in the sky above him.
"Well, if you really were in that bottle, you should be able to shrink down and go back inside to prove to me
that it wasn't just a bottle of exploding cum! I dare you to get back in that bottle!"
This time the genie turned red as he glared down at Jeff. Then he burst into laughter.
"Fool! Do you think I would fall for that same trick twice! Even in 10,000 years, I should not be that
forgetful or stupid as to allow myself to be trapped the same way! 8666 years ago, I was liberated from that
bottle by a fisherman by the Red Sea. I told him what I told you, as I had been trapped for five thousand
years before he liberated me. He too challenged me to get back in the bottle, but when I did, he sealed me
back up and cast me into the sea. There I have been trapped in the darkness of the bottle ever since until
this day when you freed me."
"So are you going to prove to me you can fit in the bottle or not?"
"No!"
"Well, I guess it's really more like a jar than a bottle. It's got a pretty big mouth on it for a bottle.
Still there's no way you could fit in it! Your cock probably couldn't even fit in it let alone your whole
body!"
"Tsk! But your taunt gives me an idea!" the genie released the gold catch on his leather jockstrap-like
loincloth, and the whole thing came crashing down three stories into the sand at the giant's fee. His giant
member swung free and upward like a missile launching into the sky in slow motion. Jeff was covered in sand
that had been thrown up by the crashing loincloth. He rubbed the sand from his eyes. When he looked up the
genie's hand was closing around him. He screamed. The genie stuck his tree trunk like fingers into Jeff's
mouth and stretched it wide. It amazingly stretched as if Jeff was made of rubber. He was made of rubber! No!
The giant stretched Jeff's tiny body over his huge cock as if Jeff was a condom. Good grief, he was a condom.
He is a condom.
"Now!" roared the giant, "I shall rape every man in the universe while wearing you. This shall be your eternal
torment as there are new men born every day, and by the time I finish with the billions currently alive, they
will be replaced by billions and billions more. Mwahahahahaha!"
Jeff awoke with the taste of the biker's eight loads fresh in his mouth. He was a condom. He really was a
used condom! He was trapped in darkness, but if he ever became a man again, he would reek such vengeance on
everyone they would never do that to him again. The irony of his thoughts relative to the dream were totally
lost on Jeff in his irrational state.
Finally, the door to the cupboard opened. The janitor started shuffling jars. Through the glass, Jeff could
see that dates were written on the jars. The older dates were the jars he took. The janitor picked up Jeff's
jar. Jeff's heart soared. At last he would be free from this cold dark captivity. His heart soared as he and
the other jars of condoms were pushed in an old shopping cart out of the store room and into the janitor's
backyard. The janitor lived on rather big parcel near the train tracks on the outskirts of town. The shopping
cart bounced and wobbled across the uneven ground of a weed patch that passed for the janitor's back lawn. The
janitor was taking his cargo to a dilapidated sheet metal shed that was nearly completely hidden by overgrown
bushes and a scraggly old tree. He undid the padlocked chain securing the door, and pulled the cart over the
two by four threshold and into the shed. All the jars clanked noisily. Jeff was amazed that the jars hadn't
shattered. Inside the dimly lit shed, Jeff could see what looked like a still made from old oil drums. A fire
simmered whatever the janitor was brewing. Probably, corn mash Jeff thought. If he could have smelled the
acrid air then, he would never have thought it was corn. But he would soon be smelling it.
The janitor started opening and emptying the jars of condoms into a large plastic wash tub. He shook each jar
to get every last drop of liquid out. Finally, Jeff's jar was opened and he too was dumped out into the
growing heap of used rotting condoms. Two more jarfuls were dumped on top of Jeff. The acrid air made Jeff
think that the house must be next to a dump that was burning tires. Then the janitor opened the lid on the
first drum. It was nearly empty. A clear layer of liquid covered the melted rubber residue which coated the
bottom and sides of the oil drum. The moonshiner emptied the washtub of condoms into the boiler. He closed the
liquid leaving Jeff trapped in his new dark hot hell. A bit later, the janitor pulled back the lid he emptied
another washtub of cum and condoms into the mash and added some buckets of water. Then he locked the lid into
place.
It dawned on Jeff that the lunatic was actually distilling fermented cum. All these months or years, Jeff and
his fellow condoms had been fermenting the cum inside and on them. Now that fermented cum, and probably some
of their latex was ending up in the fermented mix too. Jeff realized with horror that he would be melted and
added to the growing amalgam of layers of rubber which now lined the oil drum bottom. The hardened rubber was
probably inches thick after years of use. He would be eternally mixed with the rubber of the other condoms,
the Chronivac would never be able to restore him now! He was doomed. He vaguely wondered if there was a
market for recycled rubber- maybe he would end up as a condom again or maybe a handball? It would be sort of
like reincarnation. Then he remembered the genie's promise: he was living eternal torment. Damn that
Chronivac. Damn its makers. Damn everyone.
Jeff felt a gas bubble growing in him as the fermented cum inside him began to boil. He felt his mouth forced
open for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Out rushed the gas adding another bubble to the
janitor's process for producing his Potent Penis-Produced Potable.