Chapter 3I woke up with the genie wrapped in my arms, spooning at the forks in our lives. My d**k was pressed to his ass, and so my d**k was soon buried in his ass. My d**k, after all, knows a good thing when it chances upon one. Genie moaned and pushed himself into me. He said we were different, but my peg fit so perfectly into his hole that it was easy to argue the point.
“Good morning,” he said with a yawn.
I grinned as I slowly pumped my prick inside him. “Sure seems to be.”
He chuckled, sighed, took hold of his steely d**k, and began a rhythmic pump on it. “Better than waking up in a bottle.”
My stomach clenched when he said it. It didn’t sound like a great existence. All that power, but he was nothing more than a slave to it. And what was more, he was my slave. It was a disquieti
