No interruptions

You use the liquid soap hanging from the shower and soap up your Master’s chest first, then his shoulders, his back, and then you drop to your knees to wash his butt and his legs. Finally, you turn him to face you so you can was the front of his legs, and finally, his cock. When you reach up to start rubbing soap on it, he stops your hands again.

“I… I’ve been in the army for over a year now. I had a girlfriend back home, but look… it’s been a long time, I’m just a little bit…” he says, stammering nervously.

“I am so sorry, Master, I should have offered to satisfy your needs before I began washing you. I humbly apologize for my thoughtlessness, Master!” Despite yourself, you feel extremely anxious, almost panicked, that you might have served your master poorly.

“No no, I couldn’t ask you to… I mean, ahh hell, I don’t feel comfortable with this at all.” Private Benji runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back down at you guiltily.

Once again, the non-genie part of your mind that you tucked away feels sympathy for this man, who feels so concerned about taking advantage of someone who isn’t even human, as far as he knows. Your desire to graciously serve your Master almost comes naturally at this point.

“Master, please, listen. I assure you, it is my pleasure to serve you in every way possible. Do you understand? You do not need to feel concern for me or my wants. My only desire is to do as you please,” you say, and for emphasis, you add, “Now, please, Master, please ask me to pleasure you.”

“Al-alright. Doe, please… please suck me off!” says Benji, finally sounding a little decisive.

You are willing, but even so the request is like a compulsion, and you immediately lean forward and take your Master’s cock in your mouth. Just the head at first, because you want to pleasure him as well as you know how. In your memory, you have certainly given a few blowjobs in your life, and you know how to do it pretty well. You tilt your head back and lick underneath the head, first down a little towards the base, and then back up. Unfortunately, your Master has not been with a woman for a long time, and he has other ideas.

As you lick slowly back up the head of his cock, a shot of cum sprays onto your forehead and over one eye. Another sprays onto your nose and upper lip, and then several small spurts drop right into your waiting mouth. You look up at your Master with your one open eye and feel so pleased by the satisfied look on his face as water runs over his head.

It is hard to describe your own feeling of immense fulfillment at having pleased your Master. You swallow what is in your mouth, then lick the bit of cum resting on your lip, and then wipe your face, licking the cum from your hand. You must look like a satisfied cat cleaning up after a meal. Bizarrely, the part of your mind that is human feels like this brief moment of someone else’s pleasure is the best sex you have ever had.

“Jesus, Doe, that was amazing. I mean, I really needed that. Christ I’m sorry, I must’ve made a real mess,” he says.

You respond wordlessly by reaching up to put some soap in your hands, and then lightly grasping your Master’s slightly deflated cock and soaping it from the tip and then down underneath his balls. Once it is clean, you rinse it off and continue to hold his shaft lightly in one hand while you cup his balls in the other.

“I believe you had mentioned you had decided what you wanted your second wish to be, Master?” you say, looking up at him expectantly.