Hedonism

A cascade of light flashed before you. You knees felt numb, and your stomach felt uneasy. "What the hell?" you thought to yourself. To add to the heaping mess of confusion accumulating in your head, before you stood a genie. Yep. A fucking genie. With bold masculine arms and a goatee you swear you could impale someone on, he fit the stereotype to a T.

"Hello, Dylan Thomas. Congratulations on uncovering my sacred resting place and awaking me after a long cursed slumber. Now in reward, what will your wishes be?"

"Oh shit" you thought. "Is this real?" This was all happening so fast that you were still rubbing your eyes from the light. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Say that again. You're a genie? What's going on?"

"Listen, dude. I'm just here so that the story kinda makes sense, okay? Look around! This is a chyoo story. We have an audience of horny dudes just trying to get off, see? No one jacks it to genies and making wishes and shit so could you hurry it up?"

He gestured over to the right and you saw a screen into another world of dudes in front of their laptop screens with their dicks out looking quite impatient. You suddenly realized that you were breaking the 4th wall. Or was it the 3rd? It didn't matter. Your grin slid off the corners off your face and you made up your mind pretty quickly. After the genie said you couldn't wish for infinite wishes. You wished away his rules and rights as a genie. Loopholes are a bitch, huh? And just like that you were in.