Story Notes: Male to Female Transformation (MtF). Mind Control (MC). Erotic. Dark Fantasy. Mind control deals with feelings/ emotions/ memories not in line with the original character. Erotic as there are erotic acts and sex in the story (as is standard for my writing). Dark Fantasy as this isn't a fairy tale and has horror-like elements to how the story is told.
Synopsis: Ryan has studied ancient Persian lore and has found a way to make a genie. He has someone in mind to be the new genie, but will the lore work out as he expected?
Author Notes: A 3 part story a little on the darker side. I've been playing around with the premise in my head for some years though typically less dark. This ultimately did the trick.
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Author's Chapter Notes: Part 1 of 3
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Ryan tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently. He was a mid level manager in a lighting sales company. He had his own office, though no windows showing the outside, only into the large cubicle farm that was dark and empty that Friday evening. He awaited the arrival of a… certain person.
The man seated at the mostly plain desk wasn’t exactly an attractive man though he wasn’t ugly either. Light brown hair with sideburns and a comb over, hazel eyes, a goatee he was considering shaving, and a stature of five feet eleven inches. Just short of six feet, though he often just rounded up.
While he did plenty of walking he wasn’t into exercise itself. He ate as healthy as he could manage on a day to day basis. Pasture raised chickens with no hormones and the like for the type of meats he consumed. Lack of exercise didn’t really impact his weight.
The brunette was getting into his late twenties and still hadn’t found a wife. Cara was the closest he got and she broke his heart and he never quite recovered from their relationship. It was hard for him to put himself out there where yet another girl could hurt him again. He hadn’t given up on finding love, but he was a lot more cautious about it.
Things had changed for Ryan in the last month. His after work project had panned out better than he had ever imagined. He had a hobby of studying ancient lore. Not history, but the lore believed and talked about by the people of previous eras. One in particular he had been delving into for several months dealt with an ancient Persian city from 600 BC called Alarna.
A number of stories he was able to find via manuscripts and online postings was about genies or as they referred to them as djinn. He didn’t do the translations himself and relied upon other people. But over a dozen different documents he was certain that not only did the mystical beings exist, but he knew how one might be created.
Ryan wasn’t really certain he believed in magic, but the tales were a little too consistent and too specific from various stories. Accounts over various centuries aligned, which in other lore he had studied was never the case. Stories and ideas evolved, new restrictions or new powers would manifest as what was seen in the Arthurian Legends. These stories were oddly consistent over a long period of time.
On a trip out to Istanbul he spent a week searching and paying for leads. Most of his travel expenses were paid for by the company as an investigation of opening a new branch. It wasn’t a hard sell to the company for him to investigate in person which allowed him to go shopping around for artifacts that may have come from further East. The city of Alarna was no longer around, likely buried under other cities which are further buried under newer cities.
He found a dozen replicas of the object he was looking for before he finally found a real one. It was in a home furnishing company in the uptown city area. The item wasn’t cheap as the store was meant for wealthy people to decorate their homes. But he had found it! A djinn lamp! The copper elongated object was a little more boxy than he would have imagined. It also didn’t look aged at all as an object that would be two and a half thousand years old. It appeared like something that might have been crafted in the last century.
The first test he used to authenticate was a whistling into the spout which gave off an echoing effect back out. The whistling sound was harmonic. It was easy enough and let him rule out the vast majority of lamps he looked at. While he got excited with the one in the shop, he wasn’t going to get his hopes up until he performed the second test.
The experiment that would truly convince him of the authenticity involved an alcoholic beverage. He had to be extra careful that the employees didn’t catch him, but he poured a traveler's bottle of vodka into the top as covertly as he could.
After a minute Ryan had poured it out into a paper cup from his pocket and begrudgingly drank it. He didn’t know what type of gross things had been in the lamp. At the very least dust and dirt for years. But it was the easiest way to test the Alarnan lore. He had hoped he wasn’t poisoning himself…
The liquid looked clear as the vodka had, at least it wasn’t dirty. He was excited when he took a whiff and couldn’t detect any alcohol. He took a sip. The liquid hit his tongue and he braced for the kick of alcohol or some foul tasting additive. The water was cool and clean. He drank it all down waiting for his senses to pick up on something that wasn’t water. But every last drop was crystal clear water and didn’t even have the metallic taste of the copper object.
The brunette man was still standing in a stupor when a store clerk checked up on him. He couldn’t believe it. But there was no denying the vodka was water. The whistle check and the alcohol check had worked. It was an artifact of Alarna and a Djinn Lamp. He bargained for a bit, but paid probably more than he needed to as he didn’t want to risk not getting the item.
He had a Djinn Lamp, but when he rubbed it he was not surprised to find there was no Djinn present. Based on the lore, they weren’t immortal as some stories portrayed them. They were humans who were bound as servants to Sultans who were the kings of the city. The ritual item of the Djinn Lamp gave them great power, but in exchange they must serve the master who wielded the lamp. The arts of magic that had created the Djinn Lamps were long lost even by the time of the stories. But they were considered the pinnacle of their craft.
Ryan sat in his office with his prized possession placed to be very visible for any person passing by. He had set it up the moment he knew the office was mostly empty. He was working on a report that wasn’t due until the next week. The magically enchanted item was a trap for an unwary person he had set his eyes on.
The brunette man wasn’t evil or unethical. He knew that slavery was wrong. Ancient peoples had a very different ethical framework than modern people. The magic of the Djinn Lamp would subjugate a person if invoked. They would be made a slave to the person who owned the lamp while becoming a conduit of dream and wish.
He didn’t actually crave that. That was more of a negative than anything. A person bound to him that he would have to consider at all times. No… What he wanted was the power of a djinn. The power of wishes. The power of magic. Something fantastical. A link to the old ancient world he had delved into time and again, submersing himself into the tidbits of lore he could find. An end to the mundane. The added benefit of wealth and women was definitely enticing, but was not his original obsession with the djinn lore.
There was a conundrum to his plan. He knew he wanted a djinn for his lamp, but how could he pick a person for such a fate? It would have to be a bad person. A criminal? But it’s not like he could just go into a prison and pick out a person to be used. What if the person was innocent? How would he know they were truly guilty?
Then the idea seeded into Ryan’s mind of the perfect candidate. Craig. That mother fucking piece of shit. He hated him. How he continued to work for his company, he didn’t know. He should have been fired years ago. He could only assume the dick had blackmail material on the management.
The overweight ape-like man was arrogant, pushy, and pretended to know more than others when he really didn’t. Biggest issue was that he was a creeper around their female employees. He acted fine among the other managers, but the younger women were off put as he cornered them in the coffee lounges and within their cubicles.
It would be very satisfying on multiple levels to use him. There was also a rumor that he had date raped a girl named Autumn at the Christmas party the last year. No charges were pressed as far as he had heard, but she had quit the company suddenly the following month. Ryan believed the accusation which drove his level of dislike into the realm of hatred.
The conniving man wasn’t concerned with binding a toad like Craig. He could dismiss him to the lamp when he didn’t require his presence. He wasn’t positive about the rape, but he was as good of a candidate as any. A waste of space and a horrible human being. No real friends that he could find, though he seemed to involve himself in a lot of clubs and organizations. The world would owe him a favor by removing the overweight troll from it. He wasn’t killing him… And he would get to share in the amazing secrets and powers of the djinn.
The office was vacant that Friday night, though he knew Craig was working late. The turd had gone to their quarterly personnel review and hadn’t done his reviews. He had some bullshit excuses about waiting for a few of his employees, thus scapegoating them. But Ryan knew he had forgotten to do them. And sure enough the vile man was working late into the evening after everyone left, giving Ryan his opportunity.
Around 8:00 p.m. he heard the closing of the office down the hall from him. Ryan turned up his music on his computer to ensure his target would hear that he was still present. Craig couldn’t help himself with intruding into other people's spaces. The heavy footfalls of the other man worked their way over to Ryan’s office.
He was in his early thirties and definitely overweight. Even then he would still put down women for their weight. His dirty blond messy hair covered his ears, a five o’clock shadow on his face, and he was a good inch shorter than Ryan. He had a poorly fitted light gray suit and pale yellow dress shirt underneath.
But the real kicker for Ryan was the greasy fake smile he had on his face. Like he was forcing it for a photo lacking any real genuine interest. “Ryan… Ryan… Ryan! What’s got you working away like a busy bee on a Friday night?”
“Getting a head start on my Eastern European report,” he responded, barely giving the man a side glance as he continued typing. “What are you still doing here?”
“Oh, Charles had a side project he wanted me to take care of,” he stated in a bragging manner. Charles, being Mr. Rodrigues, was the executive of their entire department. Craig would never use the man’s first name like that in front of their boss. But he liked to pretend he had an in with the higher ups.
Ryan avoided rolling his eyes at the lie. “Sounds interesting, is that something you’re going to present?”
“No, no.” Craig answered, again layering on how impressive he thought he was in his tone. “It’s meant only for the big guy.” The overweight man had worked his way over to Ryan’s desk. His eyes focused on the copper object sitting in the center of the empty space. “You know, your reports haven’t been getting received very well. You should send it my way and I can give you some feedback.”
Sounded like a nice offer, if Ryan didn’t know his angle. He was looking to poach work. As he fucked up his own contracts, he tried to leverage other peoples work as his own. “Appreciate the offer, but I think I’m good.”
Craig grunted before picking up the lamp without even requesting if he could touch it. He stared at the copper implement. “A lamp?” He chuckled in amusement. “Does it have a genie inside?” He laughed out loud at his own joke, Ryan gave him a cursory glance showing little interest as he reworked a paragraph. He was doing everything he could to avoid letting the man know his trap.
Ryan sighed, turning to the other man. “Try rubbing it good and hard and see if one comes out.”
“That’s what she said,” Craig responded while scratching at his overgrown beard looking at the lamp. He cringed at the poorly instituted joke. But Ryan wasn’t about to bring up how bad it was.
The dirty blond shrugged his thick gorilla like shoulders and started rubbing the lamp. “Genie, come out, Genie!” He said in a humorous tone. After several seconds azure blue light glowed out of the spout and a faint wisp of smoke drifted up and then sank towards the floor.
Craig stopped his rubbing to look at the object with renewed interest, before glancing up at Ryan with an incredulous look. Then he burst out laughing. “Is this some sort of prank? Or maybe a prop?”
Ryan smiled back rubbing his middle finger and thumb down his goatee feeling the excitement of seeing the magic come to life. He hadn’t dared try to rub it once it had been charged with the proper magic. He was ecstatic the ritual he had used to prepare it had worked. It wasn't cheap. He had been confident of success, but really seeing it react made it real to him. “Keep going and find out.”
His cringy chuckle filled the room. “If confetti blows up everywhere, it’s your office!” His thick hand worked harder along the semi-reflective metallic surface. The light grew in intensity as did the smoke coming from it. The lamp itself began to rattle and shake in his hands, which only seemed to impress and excite the man holding it. “Damn, this better have a good climax, Ryan. This is a lot of build up, so the payoff needs to match it!”
“It’s quite the finale,” Ryan encouraged him. “It requires voice activation to finish. Once that smoke turns a crimson red all you need to say is, ‘I shall grant them’.”
His large bushy eyebrow arched as he looked over at the brunette. “Voice activated?” Ryan nodded. The smoke pouring out of the lamp sunk to the floor swirling around Craig’s feet like a snake constricting on prey. The fool wasn't paying attention, else he might notice the odd behavior of the ‘special effect’.
The moment the smoke had begun to envelop and cling to the thick man’s legs, Ryan knew the magic of the Djinn Lamp was ready. He stood up and walked around the desk, though he stayed out of the smoke. He waited for Craig’s bloodshot dry green eyes to meet his eyes before uttering the activation command, “I wish for wishes.” He said it loud and clear.
The ancient Alarnan artifact reacted to his words understanding his intent, it shook violently in Craig’s hands causing him to whoop in excitement as a deep reverberating voice repeated back from the spout, “WISHES”. With that the smoke leaving the lamp turned crimson red, but even the smoke swirling around the feet of the naive man also changed color as if the pigment change spread between the particulates.
The dirty blond’s green eyes shifted to a violet coloring as the smoke finished changing color. Craig stood up more straight in a mocking fashion of Ryan, gripping the lamp tightly and holding it up in a pose. “I SHALL GRANT THEM,” he bellowed in a dramatic voice.
A white spark shot out circling the room. The greasy ecstatic smile on Craig’s face slipped as he looked confused at the white anomaly. Then a second shot out and orbited the man standing in the center of the office. “What in the…”
“WISH GRANTER BE BORN”, the spout bellowed out in the deep inhuman voice that was in English. His plan was working perfectly, but he felt a cold sweat spread across his back and a chill go down his spine. The crimson smoke swirled more violently around the captivated man’s feet and he cried out in alarm as he suddenly took notice of it.
He wiggled the top part of his body showing that his legs and lower half couldn’t move. “What the fuck is going on?” He yelled out, looking over to Ryan who watched in amazement as magic as old as civilization was born. He shrugged, trying not to distract from what the spell was doing. There was no reason to tip his hand until the binding was complete.
One white spark orbiting him shot down at the man and impacted on his wrist. Craig screamed in a pathetic squeal. It had hurt him, but it didn’t seem to do any lasting damage. The hand holding the lamp dropped it, but the magical object floated in the air as it continued to billow out torrents of the red smoke while the blue light shined brightly out of every slit on the implement.
A copper solid band bracelet materialized around his wrist before a chain attached and connected to the djinn lamp feeding into the mouth of the spout. “Get this the fuck off of me!” Craig screamed in terror as his amusement and excitement had been wiped away.
Ryan quickly moved around the swirling magical energy in his office and closed the door while also shutting the blinds. He didn’t want anyone else that might be lingering in the building to hear the commotion if he could help it. Craig was about to go missing, he didn’t need the possible suspicion that he was involved in the disappearance. Yeah he could probably wish it away, but there was no need to risk it.
The second white spark shot into the dirty blond man’s other wrist, causing him to cuss up a storm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’ll fucking get you for this, Ryan! What kind of fucking prank is this?”
A second cuff and chain link connected to the lamp. The crimson red smoke stopped spewing, but the entire lamp was enveloped in an aura of blue light as it floated magically in the air. He could hear the harmonic whistling of the lamp as he had done when he tested it. The magical binding was nearly complete.
The crimson red smoke that had a more solid presence around Craig as it wrapped its way up his body was encapsulating his arms as Ryan walked around the room to stand near the lamp. The smoke was concentrated around the blond man who violently jerked his body trying to free himself. “How is this fucking holding me? Is it foam?”
His arms and hands were completely submerged into the red mist, the copper chains came out of it connecting to the floating lamp. The mist stopped encompassing the man where only his face was remaining. He looked at Ryan with a hint of fear. “Fuck man… Release me. I won’t tell anyone about this!”
“No… No you won’t.” He grasped the floating lamp. He could feel the vibrating force inside of it and knew that he could hang his entire body off the implement and it would remain floating. As his fingers touched the handle to the lamp a third white spark exited from the glowing blue lamp dancing inches away from the terrified man’s face.
“I accept this servant,” He pronounced, feeling a little leery about proceeding after seeing the terror on the other man’s face. But he had already taken it that far. It was time to see the magic to its conclusion.
“SERVANT BE BOUND,” the inhuman voice of the lamp bellowed. Ryan’s entire arm reverberated from the bellow. He himself was nearly dancing from anticipation. His mind constantly asked itself if he was dreaming. Was it real?
Craig’s violet eyes went wide in shock as the last bead of white light shot right into his forehead. He screamed in agony as a copper sigil was etched into his forehead. It was like a tattoo, but instead of ink it was metal. It was made up of three intersecting lines along the vertical, horizontal, and diagonal. The lines were then encompassed in a square along the exterior. It was close to the size of a nickel coin.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” He screamed through gasps of pain.
“I’d say it’s nothing personal,” Ryan said with a flat tone, but his dislike of the guy began to surge back up. Whatever pity he was feeling was washed away by the years of dealing with the tool bag. The countless hours of forcing pleasantry when he really wanted to punch the guy in the face. “But you’re a prick.”
The chains that were attached to the lamp began retracting into the spout of the lamp. The clanging of metal on metal as the slack in the chain tightened. “Who the fuck put you up to this?” His violet eyes stared down at the chain connected to him. “You’re too much of a beta bitch to have done this on your own!”
Ryan felt his irritation spike. He had heard a few people tell him that Craig and called him beta behind his back. Insanely unprofessional, but the terrible excuse for a human thought himself as dominant because he was an asshole. “You’ll be sleeping in the lamp for a week,” Ryan explained continued to hold the lamp in a firm grip.
“The fuck I will!” The chain became taut. Craig and the entire encompassing mist around his body dragged towards it. “You fucking idget, make it stop!”
“Even if I could,” Ryan said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t want to. Sleep well while you gestate.”
“I can’t sleep in there you, psycho!” His lower half of his body lifted off the ground angling his feet towards the spout of the glowing copper lamp. “Holy fuck, I’m flying!”
“It’s amazing,” Ryan agreed. He watched with glee as the clump of mist where Craig’s feet reached the spout. “I’ve read that this transition will be much quicker in the future.”
“Transition? What are you…” The red mist sucked into the spout of the lamp like it was a vacuum cleaner. Craig gasped, thrashing his head around. “I can’t feel my feet! It’s all going numb!” He watched as the column of red and the clanking of the chains pulled into the narrow hole of the lamp. It was surreal watching his body float in the air with half of it already gone.
“You’re going to be my djinn now,” he explained to the panicked man’s head as it inched its way towards the lamp. “I am your Master.”
Craig’s violet eyes twinkled as he looked at Ryan with horror. “Master? Oh fuck no! You can’t do this to me, Master! What the fuck? Why did I say that? I don’t deserve this… I don’t…” The crimson thick smoke enveloped his head before finally sucking into the lamp with a pop. There was no trace of the horrific man except for a lingering stale odor of his body.
Silence enveloped his office as the whistling of the lamp and the blue light teetered off. He held the copper object, feeling its weight increase after the man had been sucked inside. It was warm to the touch as if it had been sitting next to a fire. A slight vibration rattled through the metal, like a heartbeat. He brought the lamp close to his ear and could hear almost a breathing sigh from the spout. A definitive inhale and exhale as if something slumbered within.
“Sleep well, Craig,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll be putting you through your paces when you wake up.”
He wrapped up his prized possession in an oilcloth, then stored it away in his briefcase. Grabbing his suit jacket, he closed up his office and headed home. He made sure to pop an emergency exit before heading down stairs. He avoided the security camera for the floor and made sure to come from his office when he was finished.
As he left the building the security guard seemed annoyed and asked him about seeing anyone and if he had been near the emergency exit, he shrugged. “I thought Craig was in tonight. Maybe ask him.”
Craig’s absence was noted Monday morning, but no one was concerned over those next few days. It wasn’t until five days after he disappeared that cops showed up. Someone eventually reported him missing either at work when they couldn’t get a hold of him or from one of the clubs he involved himself in.
Ryan was questioned, as security cameras showed him leaving that Friday night. Yet clearly the blond man had not. He reported it as accurately as possible, skipping the part of him entering his office. “I heard him leave around some time after 8:00 p.m. I didn’t think anything of it. I wrapped up my work around 8:30. You don’t think he left the building?”
“We’re not sure. He didn’t seem to go through the front door. There was an emergency exit used, which suggests he went out that way.” The police officer took down a few notes. “The timing you listed is around the time of the alarm. Is there anything else you can tell us?”
People talked about the missing man with interest, some even feigning concern. Though it was obvious he was not well liked, they were just being polite. Also a missing person was a curiosity for most.
Every evening he would hold the lamp to his ear hearing the heartbeat grow louder and the breathing more insistent. Inside the djinn was being invested with his powers to serve. Ryan would have any wish of his granted! Well… Within reason.
Djinn could alter quite a bit, but they were not omnipotent. New houses, luxuries, women, and other life altering alterations could be performed. But his true wish was to unlock the secrets of ancient Alorna. The djinn couldn’t grant wishes for massive alterations on the scale that would encompass cities or nations. The ancient relics were meant for Kings as a tool of their power and stewardship over their city.
The following Friday night came bringing him to the seven day mark. The brunette waited impatiently by the beating heart of the lamp. A fine line of crimson red smoke drifted out of the copper container, but quickly dissipated unlike the smoke that had wrapped around Craig.
The minute drew near and the loud heartbeat went quiet. A distant exhale greeted his ears almost as a sigh of relief. The copper implement continued to smoke, but all other signs of activity had come to an end. He lifted the artifact of Alarna and rubbed the side for the first time. It was time for him to set up his relationship with the new genie.
The object shuddered, jerked, and spewed forth a torrent of red smoke like a fire extinguisher. After a few seconds it dissipated leaving the solitary figure of Craig kneeling in Ryan’s living room on his black and white checkered rug.
The bound man was dressed differently. His ill fitted business suit was gone and he was wearing a vest with no shirt in a violet coloring that reminded Ryan of his new eye color he had spotted before entering the lamp. He wore baggy white pants with long blue stripes down each side. His gut stuck out and his chest was a hairy mess.
Each hand was planted on the floor on either side of him with his palms touching, the copper wrist coverings were present but the chains were gone. His face was aimed down as if the man was in a respectful bow while kneeling. “What…” Craig said in a delirious tone. “What a weird dream.”
“I was in Master’s office…” He choked off his sentence, pausing at his phrasing. Ryan smiled in response to the man’s stumble. He shouldn’t take pleasure in another person being a slave to him. But Craig was one of the more deserving of such a fate. The mat of dirty blond hair of the man swept from side to side in confusion. “Where am I?”
“You’re at Master’s home,” Ryan answered with a smirk.
Craig jerked his head up violently, his violet eyes were shocked. Quickly the confusion was replaced with anger. His brows knitted together as he huffed up his shoulder aggressively. “You fucking cunt.”
“I don’t have interest in rehashing this,” Ryan said with annoyance. He hated interacting with Craig. If he was going to have to, it would be on his terms. “Djinn, I wish you will follow my direct instructions and what I intend to the best of your ability.”
Craig’s fat frame stiffened, he leaned back on his heels and clasped hands together. “What is this? It’s going to alter me! Don’t you fucking alter me!” He jerked violently trying to stop it, but his eyes flashed a brilliant purple before returning to the normal violet. “Your wish is my command, Master.”
His chunky face turned a shade of red, like a giant tomato. “You… You fucking wasted a wish on me for that, Master? Damnit, why the hell am I calling you that?”
“This isn’t the fairytale that you are thinking of,” Ryan explained, feeling exhilarated at seeing his first wish enacted. “This is more akin to ‘I dream of Genie’,” he continued. Though her company would be substantially better than that of Craig. But such a woman would not have been deserving of bondage that the djinn required. Craig barely qualified, it still unsettled Ryan’s stomach the more he thought about it.
“Holy shit, you get unlimited wishes, Master? How is that fucking fair?”
“To an extent, there are limits on a Djinn’s power. When you get taxed, you will need to rest in your lamp.” Craig eyed the copper relic with fear. Ryan lifted an eyebrow at the new djinn. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t want to go back in there!” He exclaimed he shook for a moment. “I was not me… I was a dream. Not alive, not dead.”
Ryan frowned, “That does sound disturbing. Unfortunately I have a lot of wishes I want to see realized. I also plan,” he patted the side of the djinn lamp, “for you to spend your time in here as I can’t stand your presence all the time.”
He clamped his hands together in a begging manner, “Please… Please, Master. I’m a person! Don’t do this to me! I’m sorry for any wrong I’ve done to you!”
He rolled his eyes, though he felt put off by the man’s fear of it. “Stand up already,” Ryan said with disgust. “We are about to embark on wonders not seen in eons. And you’re whining about that crap.”
“It’s fucking unnerving!” The fat hairy man sputtered. “It’s like having my entire being peeled open and left to flutter in the wind.”
Craig struggled to push himself up, clearly not in good shape. Once standing his gut was even more pronounced and he looked down at his embarrassing outfit. “Looks like it’s Djinn attire, I guess?” Ryan answered the unspoken question. “Fine, if you stop being an asshat I’ll see if I can make your lamp less… Disturbing to you.”
“Can you… Can you free me once you’ve gained what you want?” Craig asked with a growing irritation under the surface.
“We’ll see,” Ryan answered. He hadn’t really thought about it. He might get bored with it one day. His goal was to unlock the sorcery of Alarna for himself which might make the djinn unnecessary. “Let’s see what your djinn powers can do!” He said with a grin rubbing his hands together ready to try his first wish. “Djinn, I wish for a million dollars right here.” He pointed to his black metal and glass coffee table near them.
The dirty blond man eyed the lamp clearly concerned about being put back in it. His arms struggled before slowly coming together to clasp. His eyes flared and a puff of crimson red smoke appeared on the coffee table.
After a second it dissipated and Ryan was left dumb founded. He walked forward a few steps and grasped the single bill on the table. He looked up at the newly made djinn with a frown. “Ten bucks?”
“What the fuck did you expect, Master?” Craig said, looking a little wobbly on his feet. He gazed down at his own hands, appearing impressed even with the meager creation of currency.
Ryan felt rage boil up, was Craig fucking with him? “Djinn, I wish for a pile of money on my table!”
Craig gave him a sneer, but complied. Red smoke exploded on the table and a loud noise of metallic clinks filled the air. The two men looked at the table where a large pile of pennies had appeared.
“If I had to guess,” Ryan said with a displeased flat tone. “There are a thousand pennies there.”
The djinn gave his freakish forced smile with no real feeling behind it. “I guess I’m not a very good Djinn, Master.” His tone was snarky and sarcastic. “Maybe you should release me and find a better one?”
Nothing in the lore he had read had mentioned such extreme variability. Yeah, some tales had the genies performing greater acts of miracles more so than others. He just took it as some writers exaggerated it more. But none of those tales had a weak pathetic djinn such as Craig. Something was wrong. Could the douchebag be intentionally sabotaging it? Was that possible? Or was the magic of the lamp diminished after thousands of years?
He turned on the man he hated, feeling his anger lashing out, he jabbed a finger at him. “You’re a trashy Djinn just as you were a manager, Craig.” The chubby man’s face burned red again, a vein bulged along his temple underneath his bangs. “I’ll figure out why you’re defective and correct it. In the meantime, back into the lamp.”
“What? Wait… No!” His body broke a part like it was just a mirage and billowed into a crimson cloud that flowed back into the lamp. His voice echoing as if trapped in a long tunnel before going silent.
“I fucking hate that guy,” he said setting the lamp down more roughly on his kitchen counter than he intended. He racked his brain trying to figure out what he had done wrong or was doing wrong. After several minutes he was digging through his lore on his laptop to see if it would give him an indication.
Everything had been done perfectly. It took him several minutes to calm down and he quickly felt bad about forcing Craig back into the lamp. It obviously terrified him. He would wish for an alteration to the djinn’s recharge time. Some of the stories dealt with personal palaces within the Djinn Lamps where they could decompress away from the world.
He re-read one of the tales dealing with a newly created Djinn. The people in the tales were often great warriors, philosophers, or peers who had willingly given themselves up or were defeated in some sort of conflict and forced into it. They did use hostile people as the basis of their Djinns which matched what he did to Craig. So it wasn’t that they were enemies that weakened his ability
In that tale Alarna was facing a climatic disaster not seen in centuries in that region. Droughts were leaving little food for the people while also drying up major water reservoirs they depended on. Sorcerers were working overtime to generate water throughout the land, but the problem was too widespread for them to supplement the entire Kingdom.
The newly created Djinn Karta was called up to support the older ones, which the tale made it seem as if that action was odd and a desperate measure. The King had been reluctant as Karta had been his sister’s who had tragically died from a demon. The three Djinn worked their wish magic together to create a new weather system ending the long standing drought.
The tale ended with Karta going to sleep in his lamp for several years. But no mention was made of the other two Djinn. “Shit…” he breathed out. “The Djinn’s power is probably tied to its age.” He leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his brown hair. “It could take years before I can get him to grant me wishes of any meaningful amount.”
Ryan checked a few more tales, but none of them were specific enough about the age of the Djinn for him to collaborate the conclusion he got from Karta. There was nothing that indicated that the person chosen had to be of a particular stock. It was considered an honorable position, which was odd as they were literally slaves.
He caught a line that stood out to him, Prince Erinat had gone on an adventure with the djinn Belina to recover a prized treasure from a legendary band of thieves. Barely escaping with his life he kissed the beautiful djinn, “Your timing as always was exquisite, my love.” The stories he had didn’t usually capture conversations between the masters and their djinn outside of great wishes.
It was rather romantic, wasn’t it? Were the relationships between Master and Djinn close? But how would that work with enemies who were forced into the role? He could never have a close relationship with Craig. Beyond the fact that neither of them were gay, they hated each other.
Looking at the other djinn and descriptions of them, it seemed like they all might have had some romantic relations with the royal family. Be it the sultan himself or others. It wasn’t elaborated on, but the descriptions could easily be interpreted as such if he studied it for long enough. Even Djinn Rathmada, who was made from a prisoner of war. He was a great general who was defeated and forced into the role of a djinn.
Ryan didn’t have any firm conclusions on what was wrong with his new djinn. It could be the age of the djinn. It could be the relationship between the master and djinn. He would need to continue to test his capabilities. But either possibility didn’t present well for him in the near term.
He finally rubbed the lamp, summoning out the genie. The newly created djinn looked at him in anger, before bowing to him. “Master.” Every time he saw the fat bastard he just wanted to gouge his eyes out. He nearly had man titties which looked appalling. Craig couldn’t be respectful if his fucking life depended on it.
He handed the man a sheet of paper off his counter. “Djinn, I wish you to follow these guidelines from now on.” It was a list of do’s and don'ts for the slave. Saying he couldn’t leave the apartment without permission from Ryan. He couldn’t try to communicate with anyone, unless directed by Ryan. He wouldn’t try to harm Ryan or Ryan’s interests.
It was a long list he had come up with in the week waiting for his new djinn to be born. It covered all the elements of problems he foresaw that Craig might cause for him. It gave criteria for when he should automatically return to the lamp. What he should do if Ryan was ever incapacitated or hurt, building in contingency wishes.
Ryan was at a loss of what he even planned to do with Craig. He had a baby genie who could barely open his eyes. With all of the excitement of getting the djinn lamp to work, it was a pretty massive let down. Ten bucks? He wanted mansions, cars, airplanes, and literal magic at his beck and call. Craig couldn’t even summon a pack of good beer.
The dirty blond implemented the wish with great protest, “You can’t be fucking serious!” He said through gritted teeth as he tried to stop the wish being used on himself. But ultimately the violet flared in his eyes and the djinn shuttered, closing his eyes. “Your wish is my command, Master.” It made his skin crawl every time his arrogant voice said ‘Master’. It was satisfying at first, but it mostly creeped him out after its continued use. It didn’t have the same appeal as the show where the woman was calling the lead that title.
“How does your magic capacity feel?” He asked. One of his guidelines was that he had to answer truthfully when directly asked by him.
“The summoning of the money was taxing,” Craig admitted, pressing his lips into a flat line. “It’s like lifting something heavy. I could do it a few times, but I know I’ll get fatigued if I keep at it.”
He nodded, “What about your behavior modifications?”
Craig’s face tinged red, “Not much effort needed, Master. The wish seemed almost too fucking easy to grant. Why even keep this up? How is it worth it to fucking keep me like this for maybe fifty bucks a day?”
Ryan laughed. So the type of wishes had more strain on his new djinn. So perhaps compulsions were an easier wish than creating something out of nothing. “I have quite a bit invested in this, Craig. I’m not going to just abandon this after your disappointing performance.”
“Fuck you,” Craig said with a sneer putting his fat arms over his man titties. “You fucking spring this witchcraft on me without any clue on how it works! No wonder you weren’t eligible for any of the promotions this last year.”
The fucker was pushing his buttons when he was completely at Ryan’s mercy. He had a few choice punishments that crossed his mind for the cock sucker. But he took a few deep breaths, promising himself he could punish him later. He needed to test out the compulsion option. It seemed very powerful.
“I wish you’ll send Theresa, the hot redhead down the hall, over to talk to me.” Again he was manipulating people, but it was harmless enough. He had never had the opportunity to stop and chat with her, always seeing her in passing. They exchanged names one time when he was carrying in groceries.
Craig nodded, clapped his hands together and his eyes flared up. “Your wish is my command, Master.” Another guideline, that such verbiage would never be used if he thought another person was present. He didn’t want anyone getting strange ideas about him or anyone finding out he had a real genie in tow.
The brunette man walked to his front door and opened it. He looked down the hall towards her apartment, she was usually home at that time of night. He excitedly heard her door open and the woman stepped out and looked down the hall at him. She was in dark green pajamas already and was very pretty even if she was not looking to go outside.
Theresa looked confused, but waved to him. He waved back. She gave an awkward smile and then walked back into her house. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. “She didn’t come over to talk to me.” He looked back at his djinn again, disappointed in the result. He kept getting his hopes up. “How hard was it to get her to do that?”
“Just as heavy as the money,” Craig answered. “Not surprising no woman would want to talk with you.”
“It’s late in the evening,” he said feeling defensive. “She wasn’t dressed to talk to me. Probably a lot of natural resistance.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Master.” Craig said with a smirk. He was starting to regret picking someone so horrific to be his djinn. If the wishes were going to be limited by their relationship, his djinn was a lost cause. It was even worse if he was going to be stuck having to deal with the asshole behavior for years or even decades before getting results.
The brunette took a deep breath, consoling himself that Craig was pissed at being a slave. He was fucked. No need to get mad at him. “So you’re hitting a cap of your ability,” Ryan spoke out loud to think through what he could achieve with the man’s powers. He walked back inside and shut the door. “I’m asking more than you’re capable of doing given how pathetic you are. But that doesn’t make sense, my behavioral changes to you were much more extensive and are still working. Why would having her come over to talk to me be too much?”
“You’re that repulsive, Master,” Craig said with anger barely hidden in his tone.
Ryan walked back across the flat and sat in his recliner chair in frustration. He had to put up with the fat ugly piece of shit for years before he could do anything miraculous? Yeah, it was going to be great when he finally could grant real wishes. But he hated looking at the guy. He hated hearing his voice. Yeah he could shove him in the lamp, but he already felt bad about the first time. He also got the feeling he would need his djinn to be out ‘flexing’ his wish muscle if he wanted him to grow in power.
Knowing he would be utilizing the lamp a lot to avoid looking at the fat ass, he made the wish that the djinn could have a small apartment where he could recharge while inside it. He would have a semi-material existence so as to not completely lose himself.
Craig looked surprised at the wish, “Uh, thanks, Master?” They tested it out and the man in his thirties looked a lot less disjointed after returning from his lamp. “A little claustrophobic in there. But I still feel human.”
“I didn’t want to strain your limited abilities,” Ryan pushed back.
“You’re the one who fucked up,” his gratitude already vanished. Though Ryan did it more for himself than for the dirt bag. It didn’t really suit him to make someone suffer for no real reason. That would be sadistic. Sure Craig was a piece of shit, but he had already punished him by making him a bound entity.
Ryan proceeded to test various wishes and found that nearly all elements were weak and were straining on Craig. Just teleporting food from his fridge to his coffee table was difficult. It was past midnight when the new djinn reached his limits. “Please, Master. I can’t… I can’t anymore. This shit is stupid!” He panted as if he had run a foot race, though in his shape it was more like walking from the parking structure.
“It was a test of your capabilities,” Ryan said, his disappointment clear across his expression.
“Then fucking let me go, you cancerous asshole” Craig’s violet eyes looked at him with disdain. “You can do all this crap by yourself. You don’t need me to do it!”
“I’m not giving up on this after one night of trying,” He replied angrily. He wasn’t about to tell him that it could take years. He wasn’t even sure himself that he would want to spend that much time with the horrific human being. At the very least he needed to learn all he could about the magic of djinn. “There is a way to entice your powers to be more useful. The wishes seem easy enough when applying to you.” He grasped the lamp off his counter.
Craig’s eyes bulged. “I’m not your fucking pet. I can sleep on the couch, don’t put me in a shoebox!”
“Your magic needs to be recharged. I also can’t stand being around your fat ass. Your very presence makes me want to take a shower. In you go!” Craig screamed an angry complaint lost in his transition into gas, surging back into the lamp. The metal warmed up with the presence of the djinn and the distant sigh and breathing of the implement.
He lifted up the lid on the top looking down inside to see the small humanoid figure of Craig no bigger than his thumb. “You stupid mother fucker!” Craig yelled up at him, his voice higher in tone and sounding distant. The fat little man flipped him the bird.
“Cut the shit,” Ryan said down to the small djinn. “Think of this as your personal reprieve. You should be glad for it. I can also wish it back to the state it was before.”
Craig flung his gorilla-like arm dismissively up to him and stormed off out of sight deeper into the lamp. He could see some rugs and pillows inside so it wasn’t unfurnished. Ryan rolled his eyes before shutting the lid.
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