Drake mounted Mike, then thrust his cock into his butt. While the experience was enjoyable, Drake was disappointed. He'd rather be the one getting butt-fucked. But Mike gave him an order and he was compelled to obey.
As for Mike, he was confused. Why did he want Drake to fuck him like this? He wasn't gay! Did the genie do something to him, to make him this way? Why would he do that? Drake was the one that was supposed to be the faggot, not Mike! Yet ... it felt so good. Like nothing he had ever experienced before. And he didn't want it to stop!
Drake thrust in and out, in and out ... until finally he came.
Mike turned around and was about order Drake to do something else, but his eyes went wide when he said something other than what he wanted. Instead of ordering Drake to clean up the room, he ordered him to butt-fuck him again! And because Drake had to obey, he did as he was ordered. And soon, they were having anal sex again. And again, and again, and again, as Mike failed to realize that every order he wanted to give to Drake got turned into an order for more anal sex!
It wasn't until later that night when he finally stopped giving Drake orders and Drake, completely exhausted, but still craving cock, was finally able to rest.
Furious, Mike grabbed the lamp and summoned the genie.
A musty fog billowed out of the lamp, then coalesced in the form of the genie. "What is your bidding, Master?" he asked.
"My bidding?" Mike asked, still seething. "What the hell did you do to me, you sick fuck?!"