Disturbances in Line

Jeannie seemed much more interested in the promise of a cute teller than in currency, & agreed to go to the bank with Johnny — she wasn’t doing anything else anyways, & if things got too boring she could surely think of some chaos to cause.

When they arrived at the bank, however, the boredom train hit fast: there were at least 15 people in line between them & the foretold cute teller.

“Ugh, this sucks!” Jeannie whined as she poked at her phone. “I didn’t get into the pandimensional wish deity business to wait around, you know.”

“You know, I’ve been wondering how you did get into this,” Johnny remarked dimly. “And where you came from! Weren’t you waiting around before I freed you from that—“

“Oh, you’re being silly,” Jeannie cut Johnny off sharply. “Stop asking stupid questions & ask these nice people to get the fuck out of our way.”

Their attention panned over to the gathered crowd, clearly disturbed by the modelesque goddess & her slacker friend having a loud conversation about mystic powts. A young businessman in a suit & tie stepped forward & pointed to Johnny.

“Hey pal, I don’t know who you two think you are, but you can wait in line like everybody else or you can go fuck yourselves!”

Johnny’s newfound fearlessness left him unshaken by the man’s threatening attitude, but the rudeness still upset him. “Hey, there’s no need to be a dick! Jeannie, can you believe this guy?”

“Don’t you think this might be a good time to try out your powers, dumbass?” Jeannie suggested gently.

“Oh yeah!” Johnny turned back to the man. “Hey, uhh- what do you mean, fuck me? Fuck you!” He nodded confidently before giving Jeannie a thumbs up.

“Hey stupid, you gotta actually tell him a command for him to listen & obey, remember? Also, not that it matters, but he definitely did not say ‘fuck you,’ so. Kind of a lame comeback.”

Johnny frowned, knowing his big superhero debut was not as impressive as he’d hoped. Who was this jerk, anyways? He could go fuck himself.

Oh yeah, he could go fuck himself!

Johnny spun back to the guy in line with a triumphant grin. “Hey buddy, you can go fuck yourself!”

The crowd initially rolled their eyes at Johnny’s needing three attempts to arrive at the same insult that he had initially been hit with, but their attention was quickly diverted by the businessman’s reaction.

He was taking Johnny’s retort as a direct order, pulling off his suit jacket & loosening his tie with wild fright in his eyes. “What the fuck, dude? What’s happening to me?”

Jeannie cackled as the man’s hands moved on their own accord to the waistband of his pants. He seemed to try to fight it, his wrists shaking as he unbuttoned them, but he was powerless to resist the command.

“I- I’m sorry everyone, I don’t know why— I don’t mean to— I can’t stop—“ He stammered apologies to the shocked onlookers, many who had been unable to avoid noticing the massive bulge in his boxers or the growing slick of precum where his cock head pressed against the fabric.

He wrapped his fingers around the shaft with a moan, a gentle squeeze showing it to be as hard as marble beneath the cotton, before pulling the waistband of his shorts down for it to spring out. A few of the crowd blushed or looked away; others leaned in closer. Jeannie nudged Johnny & teased him for spending the first usage of his power on… well, this.

The man pumped faster, biting his lip as he stroked the length of his shaft. Despite only recently being **** to fuck himself, he was clearly already on the edge of orgasm. The crowd was unable to pull themseves away, in awe of the strange humiliating display before them.