Once in every generation, there is a curse breaker who can ease the pain of the cursed beings of the dark.
In this generation that is Mike - a regular teen. As curse breaker, he holds great power. The wildest beasts will seek him out to rid themselves of the negative effects of their affliction.
Unfortunately for him, he doesn't know about any of this.
- Djinn
Mike was window shopping at the mall. He had come to dread going home after school now that his parents thought he was the most perverted cocksucker that had ever lived.
He just didn't know what was wrong with him. By now he was sure that everything he had experienced had been real. The ultra-muscular bodybuilder that had fucked him and had led to his taste shifting toward strong alpha males; the pale, tall, dark featured man in the forest that had somehow caused him to go home naked without realizing and then... this invisible oddity that had fucked him with a cucumber and embarrassed him more than he ever thought possible.
He just didn't know what to do about it. He was horny all the time, fantasized about being controlled by big men and wished for something big rammed up his ass whatever the time of day. It was terribly distracting.
Mike had never been like that. He hated it, but couldn't help that this was what made him horny now.
The djinn could not be freed from its curse unless freed by a master. But in the meantime it intended to help whenever possible as a gentle spirit that made people's lives easier.
Floating invisibly through the mall, the djinn sensed a supernatural boy who was very unhappy. The djinn was young and pretty bad at mindreading, but he wanted to help the kid. And so it reached out – as good as possible – and read what this odd boy was thinking.
Mike thought about how much his life had changed. He had been such a normal boy, with a pretty ordinary life, but now everything seemed dangerous, and he hated to think that he might somehow have turned gay.
He missed his pretty normal live, he didn't want things to be dangerous and he certainly hated being something so wrong and disgusting as gay.
The djinn heard certain words repeatedly coming from the teens mind:
"...pretty...dangerous...gay...pretty...dangerous...gay..."
Clearly that was what the boy wanted. And that was what the djinn would deliver. He was after all supposed to find a master someday and fulfill his wishes. Practice makes perfect.
Mike found himself possessed by the immaterial creature, but had no way of telling his own thoughts from the intruder's.
At first the djinn took care of the "pretty" part. But what did humans consider pretty? He made the boy's eyes scan the ads and posters around the mall, looking through said eyes.
The djinn wondered if it made a difference that he was in front of an erotic shop and all models on the walls were female. But humans couldn't be that complicated, could they? Nah.
Mike spent the afternoon getting his hair bleached light blonde with an undercut and pink highlights. Then he went to a tattoo parlor and got a tribal tramp stamp, just like the models at the erotic shop. The djinn was quite sure this would be considered pretty by humans.
Of course the boy was too young for tattoos but the djinn helped with a simple illusion to convince the artist to make an exception.
And while he was at it, the supernatural being let the boy have his nipples pierced and the right earlobe plugged.
Now for the "dangerous" part.
The djinn thought hard how to make a little boy seem more dangerous but found it hard to come up with anything.
Luckily Mike was a nice boy who had been making conversation with the artist, unable to tell his own desires from those instilled by the possession.
He didn't think his actions in any way unusual, since he was still overtaken by the djinn. And so the possessing creature asked the tattoo artist "What's a dangerous thing to be?"
The man chuckled. "Dunno. Someone who gets beat up a lot, I guess. Like a fag. No offence, but you already look pretty close to one."
The djinn concluded that this was exactly what he needed. Since the next thing on the list was to make the boy gayer anyway.
After a bit of back and forth the artist refused to change the boy in any way that made him faggy. But the djinn simple applied another little illusion to change the man's mind.
Half an hour later Mike had FAGGOT written across the side of his neck and two interlinked male symbols – the circles with an arrow pointing away – on the back of his hand. A little star was tattooed right on his cheek.
Now the djinn wanted to move onto the last item, but the mall was already closing. He couldn't stay in the boy's head for much longer.
He was in luck. A group of a dozen kids were also leaving the mall. The djinn sensed that they knew Mike.
The kids were halfway across the mall. Some had their phones out, filming each other doing skateboard tricks.
The djinn's time was almost up, he would have to leave the boy's head any second. He had to act fast.
He made Mike scream at the top of his lungs to reach across the mall. "Hey, I'm gay! I'm fucking gay. I'm a massive flaming homo."
The kids from Mike's school turned around and filmed him now.
"I suck dick all the time! I love sucking dick, that's how gay I am. But I love riding thick fat meaty cocks even more than sucking them. As long as they jizz in my mouth."
Most other people also turned, including the mall security officer.
The djinn made Mike grab his growing boner with one hand and do a blowjob gesture with the other. And then... the time was up. The djinn had to leave the boy's mind and floated away.
He was very satisfied with his performance. The last thing he heard was the officer asking Mike for his parent's phone number to call them. Probably to tell them what a pretty, dangerous and gay boy he was.
Nothing was left to do for the djinn but to smile to himself, knowing he had done a good deed.
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