"Drake, you've always been such an egotistical asshole," said
Mike. "Always popular, always making my life miserable," the
geeky Mike spat. "I am going to have some fun with you now."
Drake was worried and began to back up.
"Stop right there, Drake," said Mike, and Drake froze.
"Genie," said Mike. "I wish to have the power to transform Drake
as I please, whenever and whereever I want, at any time, with no
limits."
"GRANTED, Master!" shouted the Genie.
"Now, begone," said Mike.
"Oh, and Drake, I command you to never, ever touch this lamp or
make a wish with it without my permission," muttered Mike.
Drake's heart sank. Here he stood, naked and the victim of his
psycho roommate!
Mike walked up to Drake and touched his shoulder. "You've
always been a muscular one," he muttered. "But that's going to
change now."
His hand caressed Drake's nipple. "I'm no fag, but I am going to
humiliate you."
"You love cock, Drake," said Mike. "In fact, the thought of
being fucked by big, strong men drives you wild. Women hold
no interest for you at all."
With that, Drake went dizzy, feeling like a thousand bees
had flown into his ears. Images of huge, hard dicks, sweaty
muscles and abs filled his brain, grunting hairy men with huge
dicks dominating him.
"Stand up," chuckled Mike as Drake stood. Mike dropped his
pants, revealing a substantial hardon. Drake gazed with horror
and uncontrolled lust as his own pecker rose to attention.
"Well, Drake, looks like you're a faggot now -- you want my dick,
don't you, homo?"
Dake realized that he did!