The Jinn Always Wins

The Jinn Always Wins (bi?)

It was years ago when I met the Jinn. I didn't rub a lamp and I didn't even believe in Jinns. And I only saw the Jinn a couple times since.

I was an archeological assistant helping out with an excavation in a ziggurat in an eastern land. This one had a sacrificial complex on top so when the boss discovered that there were channels allowing the sacrificial blood to drain deep into the interior we investigated.

Crawling through cold dark, possibly radioactive, tunnels I was highly disillusioned with the low paying archeology career that never ever left time for girls and worse yet never impressed them. I should have become a porn star.

In the innermost chamber there was an altar where all the blood collected to feed the body of the ancient king. My boss accidentally left his notebook in the anti chamber and when he was gone to retrieve it I picked up a tiny statue from the floor and put it back up on the altar where it belonged.

Turning around a giant of a man stood before me, "What is your wish?"

"Who are you?"

"King Odad, principality of everything your eyes can see from atop my temple. Now what is your wish?"

I was sure it was a prank. But I still wished, "I want to be a fantastically good looking, successful, porn star." And just to be safe I added, "Now don't try to trick me by making me female. I would despise having to have sex with guys more than anything."

I woke up the next morning in a luxurious New York penthouse apartment. The first thing I did was reach under the covers to check that my dick was still there. And boy, was it! I felt my cock all over, noticing it was quite a bit larger than normal, and with my eyes closed in passion, I wanked my new huge schlong.

In the throes of my new exciting orgasm I tweaked my nipple, as I'm prone to do, only to discover in horror that I had a full pair of very large breasts.

Jumping up, spent cum flew everywhere, I rushed to the bathroom mirror. I was, but wasn't, a woman. I had long flowing hair, high cheekbones, big boobs, a thin waist, a giant hanging cock, smooth long legs, and painted toenails -- I was a chick with a dick. But really not a chick with an added dick, but a man with everything else added. Or was just about everything manly subtracted?

Rummaging around the apartment I learned my name was Brandy Douzumbe but my screen name was Brandy Duzz'em. I was fabulously successful and earned more than any other pornstar and almost all of my movies were of me sucking big black cocks and getting my ass reamed. Naturally, I decided to retire.

You would think the first thing I would do in my new body would be to explore what the other sex had to offer. But rather than look at my boobs all day I searched endlessly for ways to be restored.

The doctors I saw said the breasts were real so it would not be as simple as taking implants out. In fact, the hormones had made many irreversible changes to my body. Genetically I was a man. But that was a small consolation.

A few months later I discovered I had no savings nor investments and if I didn't work I was soon to be homeless. The only job I was equipped for was porn. Unless the archeology department was interested in a hot girl with something extra but no degree.

My agent tried to secure me some gigs with girls, but few were interested, the audience was minimal, and so was the pay. My only recourse was porn in which guys would fuck my tranny body.

I delayed as long as I could. Then in desperation I bit the bullet and scheduled a shoot. When I arrived my co-actors included Johnny the Giant and Tim Buck Two. The two guys were getting their make-up done which was a surprise to me. Next, they wiped themeselves all over with baby wipes and expected me to do the same.

We all sat around, casually chatting on set, which was a fake public laundry room. But when the director yelled "Roll 'em" I learned the hard way that it was a nonconsent scene.

Lickety-split Johnny and Tim picked me up as I struggled, and threw me face down onto an ironing board. Their hands mauled me roughly, ripping and tearing my clothes off except for shreds. Nude in front of the cameras for the first time that I experienced in this reality, I turned my face away only to discover they had multiple cameras and their plan was to capture the horrified expressions on my face to show every awful emotion I felt. I yelled, "Wait guys," then remembered I was an actress, "this is illegal!"

Tim's character sneered, "Do we look like we care about the law? Shut up or we'll tumble you in a hot dryer."

Then he stuck his tongue in my ass, it was cold and invasive. Roughly he pulled my flaccid cock and balls back between my legs to show them off. A male's attention just couldn't make me hard. Meanwhile Johnny was pulling on my head, forcing my mouth over one of his pierced nipples which I was ordered to suck. Sucking a man's nipple is gross. The obvious effect was that his harsh cock jutted out in front of him menacingly. It was much bigger than my new big package.

Every time a man's skin grazed mine I recoiled. Every emotion in me led me to search for escape. My eyes darted here and there looking for what didn't exist. My heart was pounding out of my chest when thankfully the director yelled cut. A team of fully dressed guys and girls swarmed out. I blushed for the first time in my life. Two of them lowered the ironing table by a couple inches while others placed blocks on the floor for Johnny and Tim to stand on.

When the action resumed the cameras knew nothing of the set changes but two giant cocks were now better positioned to "rape" me. I had signed up for this but in some ways this first experience felt like a real assault. In my mind I rationed that I needed to do this even as my lips yelled out "No!" on their own.

Tim straddled the board announcing, "Your ass is grass." Yes, I know -- cheesy dialogue. He pushed his big blunt dickhead up against my bung and pressed with zero result, which was OK by me since I was sure it was going to hurt tremendously. Up above Johnny slapped my face sharply with his giant schlong with the clear goal to degrade and humiliate me. Wet drops oozed from his dickhead and splattered all over my reddened face. I scrunched up my eyes making obvious sounds of disgust. All the cameras pointed accusingly at my degraded countenance as more nameless prop workers inspected my tender butthole and injected lube up there with something like a syringe, carefully wiping up any lube which may have leaked out. Just when I thought the injustice was over a make-up artist "tsked" at me disapprovingly while plucking stray hairs from my disrespected sphincter.

When the cameras shifted to my backside, glycerine was applied to both Johnny's cock and dabbed in my mouth. One girl asked me if I wanted an anesthetic. I didn't know why but the look on her face told me I wanted it so she sprayed a generous amount into my throat.

Back in character, Johnny asked Tim, "Should we spit roast the tresspassing bitch?"

Someone held up a cue card for him and Tim read it, "Anyone who comes on our turf is gonna get roasted alright!" Saying that an inch or two of a giant log popped into my ass with a painful jolt that coursed through my body exploding in my brain with a bang.

It always seems so fake when you hear about people who open their mouthes in surprise only to be filled by cock. But that's exactly what happened. After that I held my mouth open willingly since that was the job I agreed to, even while my face grimaced from the disgusting nature of feeling a nasty leaky dickhead in me. The director said it was my best scene ever.

The two guys fucked me savagely for just a few minutes, not knowing I was a virgin to this. On the one end it felt like my guts were being rearranged. Up top I was glad not to feel pain in my throat where I only felt a great pressure but also heard strange gargling noises emanating from my own throat. Unexpectedly, one of the prop guys rang a doorbell, "Shit," said Tim, "The boss is here!"

"Stuff her in a washer," exclaimed Johnny."

With ripped clothing almost falling off me, they hoisted me up onto broad shoulders and jammed me head first halfway into a front loader. From behind all that could be seen was my torn underwear around my knees and ankles. On the other side someone repositioned my legs so my male parts were tucked away and hidden.

Inside the "washer" I discovered it had no back wall. I was laying on a padded bench with a thousand eyes judging me. One girl re-did my make-up, saying "Brandy, this is your best performance ever." Then a dude popped a straw in my mouth giving me a drink.

I could hear the lame dialogue as Johnny and Tim acted like they pretended to work. The boss in the movie sent them to run an errand then feigned being surprised when he saw me. "Who is this lovely sight waiting for me?" He caressed my feminine buns before loudly unzipping. It was all fake yet I feared the moment when he "discovered" who he thought was a girl was really a gurl.

For the second time I suffered the indignity when an anonymous cock was inserted unceremoniously in my backside. This one didn't seem like it was ripping me apart. In fact, it felt nice in comparison. The boss slid sensually in and out for a long time while running his hands up my shivering back then down my waist before reaching around to cup and fondle my boobs. When his fingers tweaked my traitorous nipples it was electric. I'd never had such sexual feelings begin anywhere else other than my groin. They told me to moan loudly and the moans came naturally.

I heard the director telling the cameramen to get a close up shot of the juncture of his cock and Brandy Douzumbe's anal ring but also to have one camera focused on the bosses face. It took me a minute to remember that I was Brandy Douzumbe.

The boss caressed me from neck to waist again, but this time he reached around to flick my clit. When his hand grasped a big hard moist penis he audibly gasped. I guess they didn't tell him the hidden plot of the movie either.

He yanked his cock out of me leaving a barren hole, then pulled my balls out from their hiding place, "Well, I'll be damned." He muttered. "She's a guy."

We all waited to see what would happen. I suppose the director figured it would make a good movie either way. In the end the boss decided to finish plowing my ass and deposited a drippy load of icky cum up my chute which ran grossly down my leg when he pulled out.

For the remainder of the film the three guys did all sorts of vile things to me. I was flipped and pushed and twisted into strange contorted positions allowing them to do unspeakable creative things to my helpless feminine body with cocks and balls and mouthes and fingers and even assholes. No part of me was left undefiled. No part of me was not filmed at close range while it was violated. No shower could restore my innocence.

As a finale Johnny paid the price for tricking his boss by being forced to suck me off. When the camera was off he confided to me that he was struggling with the script since he had never sucked a cock before. He finished by saying, "If I were a cock whore like you it wouldn't bother me." Little did he know.

I never thought I'd enjoy a blowjob from a guy but it was nice and the camera witnessed me getting my revenge by giving him cummy lips. I even delighted in battering the back of his throat while calling him by a hundred insulting names as he had done to me. Judging by his reaction I don't think he got the anesthetic.

The next morning I was waked by a loud clatter in the living room of my rescued apartment. Stumbling out, naked and confused, I discovered Odad was waited for me, "I watched your film. The editing really showed just how horrible it was for you. Of course, I was there to witness it first hand too. I might have even encouraged events to play out as they did." He moved to my couch, taking over my apartment with his attitude. "So did you enjoy being made to do so many many unholy acts of depravity?"

I knew that on some level I had, even if mostly I hated it. What I really wanted to know was how could I get my body back? "You're quite the trickster: granting me all this but still making me live through the ordeal."

He grinned widely, "Why yes, yes I am."

I scowled, "Why are you here?"

"I've come to give you another wish." Hope filled me for a second. Until distrust crushed it.

I knew exactly what I wanted, "I want to be fully male again. But still a successful porn star. And I hate your tricks!"

He was smoking and he flicked ashes onto my couch, "Who me? Would I do that?"

I reiterated my demands, "Not a chick with a dick. Not a girl at all. I need to be 100% man."

The next morning I woke in my bed. I checked and my body was that of a normal man again. A man much more chiseled and sculpted than I'd ever been. What a relief! It was so nice to wank without all those feminine parts. Later I perused offers from directors to see what parts I wanted to play. Only one caught my eye. The film was about a guy who repairs copiers in office buildings. My coworkers all looked cool and had clean bills of health.

On the day of filming I donned my repairman's costume and set to work pretending to service a copier. The script had me photocopy my cock and post hundreds of copies all over the floor.

Then at "closing" time everyone who liked what they saw were to arrive for a gang bang. Maybe fifteen actor's swarmed onto the set to have their way with me. My cock was rock hard in my pants in anticipation. Everyone looked so hot and I was so ready to be the center of attention for so many handsome men with so many exciting cocks.

I fell to my knees, drooling when suddenly, as if lifted from a mental fog, I had enough insight to wonder why, I, a straight man who was always repulsed by other men, was enjoying all these sexy studs and erotic cocks.

One guy stepped up, allowing me to engulf his stiff erection wholeheartedly. I slurped with abandon accepting two more cocks in both hands and a fourth searching for entrance to my ass.

Then I had the answer to my question: the Jinn had made me gay. I was a male pornstar as I had asked to be. Not a chick with a dick and not a girl just as he had promised. Yet he had still tricked me.

And honestly, at that moment I didn't care. As a gay man about to be ravaged by fifteen wonderful horny men I was ecstatic. The first cock spewed gobs of cream which I sucked up and swallowed enthusiastically. As soon as he was done I shuffled over to the next.

I thoroughly enjoyed my gay life for about six months when I was struck down by AIDS. It was a common thing in porn back then and it devastated me. What good was unlimited hot sex if you were going to die? I was blacklisted. No director would hire me. Alone in my apartment my life was completely empty.

I was on the ledge when Odad appeared. "This is your third and final wish. I bet you want to return to the ziggurat at the moment you first met me."

I had to beat him at this game. If I could just wish the right wish... "I want to be in my old body, with my old thoughts and feelings just like before. You need to make me repulsed by cocks again -- totally repulsed, more than anyone has ever been repulsed. I want all the wealth I have now. And I want to be married to the perfect woman -- forever, we can't get divorced. She's gotta have great hair and legs and boobs. Someone beautiful and sexy and kind.

It was the third wish and when I woke up I feared what I would find. I felt myself all over and everything felt just right. I opened my eyes, my bedroom felt just right.

There were two pillows on my bed. The other had in impression where a head had laid.

Stumbling out into the living room I saw the back of a woman's head. She had long blonde hair and smooth shoulders. Walking around the couch I saw two cups of coffee. In a sweet voice she said, "I let you sleep in. And made you a cup of coffee."

We talked for a while. She was soft and tender. Witty and funny. And of course beautiful. Looking her up and down I could see she was everything any man could want. Most importantly, I wasn't gay anymore. I was attracted to her greatly and greatly repulsed by the thought of cocks once again.

We talked and connected all day long. We played games followed by a romantic dinner. And lastly she showered in preparation for a night of lovemaking.

Most importantly, I had beaten the Jinn!

I heard the shower shut off and was about to call out to her, to tell her I loved her, when I realized I didn't even know her name. Looking through her purse I found her ID. I glanced at it quickly, ready to shove it back into her purse as the bathroom door opened. Frozen at the sight of the little laminated card which read: Brandy Douzumbe. I turned to watch her naked body glide toward me... only...