Drake held the lamp, looking at it in deep thought. His mind only trailed to his first sightings of his Djinn. His blue bulging skin surrounding his round brawny figure, his goatee and bald head sprouting a ponytail, his pierced ear and bracelets clinging to his wrists and his necklace detailing his thick neck and chest. His looks were so alluring and so powerful. Drake couldn't help but want to take a look again. He rubbed the lamp a second time, sitting on the couch with excitement. The white smokiness filled his living room and clouded his eyes. He swirled his arms to dissipate it, but it was already dissolving. In its place stood the blue skinned giant in sheer silk pants folding a pair of thickly muscled arms crossed over his huge, defined chest. Drake’s eyes wandered down and caught a glimpse of the creature’s ungainly tube of manhood dangling down the inside of his silk pants before the visage spoke to him in his deep voice.
“I await your command.” Drake gave a grin. He tried to think of something to wish for but it was difficult for him to concentrate in front of the scantily clad giant whose “manhood”, if a Djinn’s cock could be called such, stirred suggestively before his eyes and reached out toward him seductively. Drake looked up from the elegantly long, thick cock, now obscenely tenting his silk pants, into the Djinn’s eyes. His body was a cry for Drake to touch. His thighs, so massive the insides pressed tightly against each other, pushing his enormous testicles in front of him. Drake reached out and tugged it. It stretched almost as fast as he pulled. Drake started to pull down the Djinn’s loose fitting pants down, giving his blue cock infinite room to expand as Drake cradled it in his hands.
Ten, twelve, fourteen, eighteen inches. Each time Drake thought it could grow no more, the Djinn tensed the muscles that supported it and it swelled again, both in length and girth, until it stood up almost two feet with a smooth, urgent curve. Beldazarr only smirked. His master was hypnotized by what he possessed. “What do you wish for” he asked as Drake pinched the Djinn’s fine pubic hairs. “You’re so big” he said, still staring at the giant log in front of him. “Does my size please you?” Beldazarr asked. Drake nodded. “I wish you were bigger…” Beldazarr looked at him with confusion. “Was that a command? How big shall I be?” The Djinn stuttered as Drake was still stroking the thick hard shaft. “As big as I want you to be”.