May all your dreams come true.

The lingering pleasurable sensation of the lubed ring gripping the base of his cock as it tugged and pulled his sensitive member to climax, was the last emotion Mike had before black silence.

Pitch black....

No sounds...

Like the most ancient of places, untouched by wordly constructs.

Somehow this didn't feel like a dream to Mike. It felt visceral, sort of like a lucid dream where you're half awake, half asleep.

"Hello?"

"Is there anyone there?"

Fear, it hadn't come over Mike just yet. Having not received a reply, he nervously started pacing around, trying to find some ounce of familiarity.

All his efforts were futile though, he only ended up in the same spot he was before. Well, that's what he thought, he could've moved half way across this place for all he knew.

"Hello Michael"

The voice startled Mike out of his rising panic. He tried to find the source of the voice, spinning around, eyes darting to and fro.

"Don't waste your time. I'm what you would call...incognito, to your five senses".

"What do you w-WANT!?"

"No need to shout, Michael. Do you mind if I call you ,Michael? It just seems so much more... Shall we say FORMAL".

"Who the fuck cares about being formal. All I want to know, is where in the hell I am, and what exactly do you want".

Mike failed to keep the fear in his voice from showing.

"Well to answer your first question, you first, need to change the way you asked your second one".

"What's that supposed to mean?".

" It means dear Michael, that you brought yourself here. We're connected... So to speak".

Mike could hear the amusement in the presence voice. He hated the way it sounded so sure. But if wanted to get out of here, he needed to play the game.

"So, how exactly are we connected? And if we are, what do you want from me?"

And having suddenly thought of something mike quickly asked before the presence could speak, " And how has/will this effect me?".

"Ha ha, smart. Great! This makes things easier. Well Michael, let's just say that all your wishes will come true. Not your literal wishes per se, more like any abnormal thing you do, think or say shall become the new normal. People will learn to justify, encourage and even see it as how things have always been done".

Mike couldn't help his cock twitch at that thought. But he quickly sobered up.

"This all sounds great, but what exactly do you get from all this?"

"Not entirely trusting one are you now? Let's just say,we're linked through circumstances. Don't worry, it's nothing that will hurt you".

A few questions answered, but he was left with only more.

"Anyway, it's only going to be beneficial for you. But be sure, that these circumstances only transfer to a certain radius around you. It will grow wider over time or if it spreads, sort of like a virus".

Puzzled, Mike asked, " So you're telling me that it won't effect everyone and everything instantly?".

"Correct! Let's take for example the wishes or thoughts you've had recently. The nudity, cock ring and lube. Well let's just say when or if someone notices you, they'll take it as normal, encourage it and even how it should've be".

"But wait a second" Mike suddenly thought of something, " why hasn't this happened earlier?"

"Sigh... Michael, it's only now that there's been enough energy accumulated for it to work. Anyway, all you need to know is to keep doing what you're doing".

"And there's no way I can stop this, is there?"

"Unfortunately, no. Don't worry you'll be aware of how it was before this all started. But don't sweat the small details."

Why does it sound like he's brushing you off?

"Time for you to go. And as much as I've enjoyed this little chat, you're about to wake up. Goodbye michael...".

"But wait-..."

Michael could feel the sheets under his fingertips, the gentle whir of the A.C. unit, as he came to. Just before he fully gained consciousness and broke from that place, he heard a few last parting words.

"Oh yes. I forgot to mention that all things are permanent and may have unintended effects. So be careful what you do from now on...".

He wasn't sure if it was clarity from waking up, but he could've sworn that the voice sounded so alien and cold now. A far cry from the genial one from before.