Charlie and Daniel turned back to normal, and tried to wake Harry up.
“Give him some time,” Antonella said, the van driving away quickly. “He’s had quite the shock. We’ll need him conscious though for the journey.”
“What journey?” Daniel asked.
“Right now that guy is almost certainly phoning his superiors, meaning he’s about to realise he’s been fooled. He knows who Harry is, meaning he could find his house, and from there, find yours, Charlie. You can’t go home.”
“Of course we can!” Charlie said.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not a good idea. I’ve put protection on the buildings and your families, but we can’t risk you going back there.”
“So where are we going?” Daniel asked.
“You’re coming with me to New York. It’s where I live. There are a few dozen Masters all living there with their genies. It’s where everyone can all live in harmony, as well as plan retaliation against those who believe magic should be destroyed.”

Before the two of them could respond, they heard Harry begin to stir. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw Charlie.
“Oh God, I’m in Hell,” he said.
“No such luck I’m afraid,” Charlie said, and Harry turned to see Dan.
“What happened?” Harry asked.
“We managed to rescue you before you died,” Daniel replied. “We’re going to New York.”
“Ideally we’d just teleport there, but as Harry’s still bonded with Sarosa, our magic can’t affect him.”
“Sarosa…” Harry said. “Where is she!? Is she alright!?”
“We couldn’t get her,” Daniel said. “We could barely get you.”
“Well we have to go and get her!” Harry shouted.
“No Harry, we can’t,” Antonella said. “Genie lamps are indestructible, and the only way to draw her out would be by you rubbing it. She’s quite safe.”
“But-”
“Harry, we’ll get her back one day. But for now, what’s important is that you’re alive. Focus on that.”

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Sarosa bashed against the walls of her lamp. That stupid, stupid boy! She loved Harry, but he could really be a moron sometimes. Who knows what they were doing do him right now? And she was powerless to stop them, her magic not stretching beyond the confines of her lamp. Sarosa sat down on her large, dark-blue bed, and tried to compose herself. Look at it this way, Sarosa. You can still feel your bond to him, meaning he’s still alive. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s okay. They could be torturing him! Her stomach churned at the thoughts of her Master suffering.

On the other hand, maybe she was wrong. Maybe Harry was having the time of his life with these people, doing whatever it was they did. She didn’t find it likely though. Despite their feigning ignorance, she was convinced they were a part of the Brookmans’ organisation. She wondered who was in charge now, since she very much doubted Richard Brookman was still alive. Sarosa had met the man and his old, frail father in 1898, when they’d recruited her Master, Michele, into their organisation. She remembered that meeting well; dinner on the Eiffel tower, where she and the Brookmans’ genie, Apriya, had been expected to sit in silent obedience while their Masters discussed matters. She’d not approved of the things they were discussing, but she’d known to keep quiet. Her Master, while generally kind to her, did not take kindly to being questioned. When her Master had died in 1912, she had returned to her lamp, and not emerged until 103 years later, when Harry had freed her. She could only assume she’d been locked away in the Society’s vaults for that time, although Harry had told her she’d been found buried in the mud. She didn’t know how she’d ended up there.

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Tuesday the 12th February 1924. Archaeologist Howard Carter and his team were doing what they’d dreamed of for years. After months of excavating and plundering his tomb, they were finally opening the sarcophagus of the 18th dynasty Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamen. Inside the first sarcophagus they found a second, and in the second they found a third, which took a great deal of effort to remove. Then, finally, they opened the third sarcophagus.
They all looked on in amazement at what they saw. The mummy, damaged, but still present. But it was not the mummy that amazed them. It was the fact that, on top of the mummy, lay a golden lamp, which surprised them considerably. It was decorated with what appeared to be rubies.
“What is it?” Asked Lord Carnarvon.
“Well it’s obviously an oil lamp,” said Howard.
“Yes, I can see that Carter. But it’s medieval at the earliest. It couldn’t have been around in the King’s time.”
“It must have been. The tomb hasn’t been touched since it was sealed. Medieval grave robbers wouldn’t have bothered cleaning up when they left.”
“Well what else then? Time travel?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the ancient Egyptians had things like this that have simply never turned up before.”

As Howard Carter stared at the lamp, he was almost mesmerised by it. He reached out his hands, and picked it up.
“What are you doing, Carter!?” Shouted Lord Carnarvon. “It could crumble in your hands!”
“It’s fine…” Howard said. “It’s solid enough. Quite dirty though.”
“Well that’s fine, now put it down. Carefully.”

Howard ignored Lord Carnarvon’s advice, and instead began rubbing the lamp to remove the dirt. In his hands he felt it begin to grow warm, and the group watched as clouds of crimson-coloured smoke poured out.
“The Pharaoh’s curse!” Shouted one of them, and the group ran off, leaving only Lord Carnarvon to stare at what was happening. The two of them watched on in amazement as the clouds of smoke clumped together, and formed into a very naked and very handsome man, who was knelt before them.
“Oh my God,” said Howard.
“That’s impossible,” said Lord Carnarvon.

The genie listened to the two humans speaking, and quickly determined that, though he seemed to be in his former Master’s tomb, they were not speaking a language he was familiar with. Identifying which of the humans was his Master, he looked at the other one, and with a thought, extracted the knowledge of this language from his mind. He then turned back to his Master.

“My most warm salutations to you, Master,” the genie said. “I am Afericus, and shall be my purest pleasure to fulfil your every desire.”
“What’s he blabbering about?” Asked Lord Carnarvon, but Afericus just ignored him.
“Desire?” Howard asked.
“Indeed Master,” said Afericus. “With a few exceptions, it is my sworn duty to grant your every wish. Anything you desire shall be yours in an instant, you need only say the word.”

“Genie…Djinn…Carter, get back from him and get out of the tomb,” said Lord Carnarvon. “Djinn seek only to cause suffering to humans. You ask him for anything and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life, and possibly beyond.”
“Master, please, do not listen to this man,” Afericus said. “My only desire is to bring you joy and pleasure mere mortals may only dream of. With my powers, you may experience happiness unlimited for the rest of your days. Simply speak, and I shall obey.”
“Come on Carter, let’s get out of here,” Lord Carnarvon said.
“Hang on…” said Howard. “Djinn…you say you’ll give me anything you desire?”
“Within the rules, yes.”
“Can you bring my wife back to life?”
“Alas, Master, I cannot.”
“Carter, we have to get out of here! NOW!”
“Can you shut him up?” Asked Howard.
“Certainly Master. Do you wish it?”
“Carter!”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then your wish is my command.”

“Carter, please, get away from-” Lord Carnarvon began, but the instant Afericus snapped his fingers, his voice became silent. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make any noise. His entire body became completely silent.
“Oh my God, you really do have powers,” said Howard.
“Indeed I do, Master.”
“Well then, this is an interesting development, isn’t it?”

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“Wow, you served Tutankhamen and Howard Carter?” Antonella asked. “That’s pretty incredible.”
“Yes Miss Antonella,” Afericus said. “Both were fine Masters.”
“I’ve met quite a few genies who served famous historical figures,” said Antonella. “Where we’re going there’s the genie who performed Jesus’ “miracles” for him. Nice guy.”

The two of them were sat together on a Heathrow to JFK flight, for which 5 tickets had magically become available. Sitting a few rows in front of them were Harry and Daniel, with Charlie in the middle of them. Daniel was playing hangman on the screen, Harry was just sat thinking about recent events, while Charlie was sat bored.
“I’m soooo boooored!” She said. “Are we there yet?”
“7 more hours,” Daniel said.
“I wanna get there noooow!”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Harry said. “I’d forgotten what it was like to not get things the instant I want them. Where are we going anyway?”
“Somewhere in New York,” Charlie replied. “Antonella says we need to hide out because they’ll be looking for us.”
“The people who caught me?” Harry asked, and Charlie and Daniel nodded. “God, I feel so stupid. How could I have let them get me like that?”
“Don’t blame yourself Harry,” Daniel said. “How could you have known? And you quite rightly felt invincible with Sarosa.”
“I should have listened to her,” Harry said. “She thought I was in danger, and I sent her into her lamp.”
“That does sound pretty stupid,” Charlie said.

“Yeah…look you two, I’m really sorry for how I acted.”
“It’s fine,” Daniel said.
“No, it’s not,” Harry said. “Charlie, I shouldn’t have made you fuck me.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Charlie agreed.
“And suck me for 12 hours straight.”
“No.”
“And pose for nudes with me that I posted on 4chan.”
“…I did what?”
“And bum me with a penis I made Sarosa give you.”
“Um…”
“And lactate on my cereal so I could use your milk instead of cow’s milk.”
“…”
“And eat your cereal with my jizz instead of milk.”
“Okay, I think we get it!” Charlie shouted.

“And Dan, I’m sorry for being so selfish,” Harry continued.
“Harry, really, it’s fine,” Daniel said.
“Dan, please, let me apologise,” Harry said. “Like I was saying, I was so selfish. I spent months wishing up endless pleasures for myself, while ignoring my little brother. Your dick deserved pleasure too. And I promise, when all of this is over, when I get Sarosa back, I’ll tell her to grant your wishes as well as mine.”
“Well this is all rather touching,” Charlie said. “But we’ve got 7 hours to kill, so let’s do something fun. Pull your pants down.”
“What!?”
“Come on you two, trousers and pants down,” Charlie said. She then stood up and shouted. “Afericus! I wish no matter what the three of us do here, everyone will think it’s perfectly normal!”
“Your wish is my command,” Afericus shouted back, no-one taking any notice of the two of them.
“Good,” Charlie smiled. “Now take your trousers off you too. We’ve got 7 hours to kill and I’m in a handjob sort of mood. Now do it.”
“Sure, I could do with something to distract me,” Harry said, pulling his down.
“Charlie, we’re on a crowded plane!”
“Yeah, and no-one’s gonna notice thanks to my wish,” Charlie said.
“Come on Dan, you were complaining about not getting enough sex, and now a hot girl is asking to jerk you off.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”

The boys both took all their clothes off, which Harry then shoved into the overhead locker.
“Ready to join the Mile High Club?” Charlie asked.
“Well…technically we’re about 5 miles too high for that to be accurate,” Daniel said. “It should be something like the 6-Mile High Club.”
“Plus I joined the 6-Mile High Club with Sarosa in my first week of having her,” Harry added. “But we did it without a plane. We flew through the air fucking, then cuddled and napped on a cloud. We also joined the 6-Mile Deep Club when we fucked at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. And the 250,000 Mile High Club when we fucked on the Moon.”
“Alright then you two, ready to be wanked off on a plane?”
“Yeah, sure,” Harry smiled.
“Good.”

Charlie grabbed hold of both boys’ dicks, and started stroking them.
“I must say Dan, that dick of yours is looking pretty mighty,” Harry said. “Charlie give it you.”
“Uh…yeah…” Dan said, not quite as used to talking casually while being pleasured as Harry was.
“Changing my body was one of the first things I wished for,” Harry said, groaning a little as Charlie rubbed the head of his penis. “Sarosa had lots of fun moulding me as she saw fit, until I had the body of a God.”
“Are there many Gods my age?” Charlie asked.
“Depends how many have genies, I suppose,” Harry moaned.
“Wow, you two are bloody talkative, aren’t you?” Charlie said, amazed at how chatty two guys could be while getting handjobs. “I wonder which of you’s gonna cum first.”
“Probably me,” Harry said, grabbing hold of his seat arms. “In fact, here I go….Uhhhhh!”

Harry leaned his head back and thrust his hips up as he unleashed an enormous load, splattering large quantities of semen on the seat in front of him.
“Oooo yeah…that’s good…” Harry moaned as his climax came to an end.
“Really?” Charlie said, still stroking Daniel. “I’d have thought with all the sex you have you’d have much better staying power.”
“I wished my staying power away,” Harry told her.
“Why?”
“Why would I want staying power? No staying power plus no refractory periods equals lots and lots of orgasms. Why settle for one load when I can blow a hundred an hour?”
“I guess that makes sense, eh Dan?” Daniel just nodded, enjoying his handjob. “You feeling about ready to blow?” Daniel nodded again, moaning as Charlie rubbed the head, and caressed his balls.
“No point in holding back Dan, we’ve got magic on our side, so we can just keep going afterwards,” Harry said. “Let it all out.”

At that, Daniel stopped resisting, and allowed his orgasm to wash over him. Like Harry, he unleashed an enormous load onto the back of the seat in front of him, but unlike Harry, his orgasm didn’t end.
“Oh my God, what did you do to him?” Harry asked.
“Oh yeah, I made it so whenever he came he’d shoot half a litre.”
“I repeat: Oh my God.”
“What, you never did anything like that?”
“Yeah, Sarosa and I once came for 24 hours straight. She told me I’d cum something in the region of 9000 litres into her.”
“Oh my God. How did you not go mad?”
“Because I had my magical girlfriend looking after me. I slept like a log afterwards though.”

The two of them were then reminded of Dan’s ongoing climax by a particularly load groan he let out, accompanied by a particularly large splash of cum.
“Enjoying that Dan?” Charlie asked, and Daniel just nodded and whimpered in response. Charlie leaned towards him, and made out with him passionately. While she did, Harry started caressing her bottom, causing her to moan. Charlie broke the kiss, and pulled her top off, freeing her braless boobs. She turned around, and made out with Harry, while he rubbed and squeezed her breasts.
“Mmmm…” he moaned into her mouth. “Never get tired of touching boobs…” Charlie broke the kiss again, and laid back in her chair, spreading her legs wide.
“Eat me,” she ordered.
“With pleasure,” Harry said, a huge grin on his face. He got down onto the floor (Thank God for extra legroom seats) and moved towards Charlie’s groin. With a hunger unknown by man, he began lapping away at the girl’s pussy.
“Ohhh…Oh God…” Charlie moaned. “That’s the stuff…”

As Charlie was being eaten out, she looked over at the seats to the right. On them, a little girl, holding a teddy bear, was looking over at them while her parents slept. Apparently everything seeming “normal” didn’t stop her from wondering what they were doing.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Having fun,” Charlie replied.
“Why’s that guy’s head between your legs?”
“Because he’s licking me.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
“Why?”
“You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“People always say that. Like when mummy asked me not to tell daddy that she and daddy’s brother were wrestling naked.”
“Yeah, it’s like that.”
“Mummy really sounded like it hurt but she kept telling him to do it harder and faster.”
“Well it’s like that. I want Harry here to keep on licking harder and faster.”

In response to that, Harry picked up his pace.
“Why’s that other guy weeing everywhere?” The girl asked.
“He’s not, he’s cumming,” Charlie replied.
“What’s cumming?”
“Really fucking fantastic,” Charlie smiled, feeling Harry’s tongue reach her G-spot.
“You swore!”
“You fucking bet I bloody did,” Charlie said, moaning loudly. “Oh God…I’m gonna cum…” Charlie gripped hold of her seat, and let out a long, deep moan as she orgasmed, Harry continuing to lick her all through her climax.
“You’re weird,” said the girl.

When Charlie was done cumming, Harry moved away from her vagina, and kissed her lovingly. They then both looked over at Dan, who was still ejaculating, the seat and the floor covered in his semen. Charlie leaned in and kissed him passionately. Harry gestured for her to back away, and she did, Harry replacing her lips with his own. Harry kissed Daniel passionately, the younger brother kissing back as well, his pleasure and closed eyes preventing him from realising it was his older brother he was making out with.

Harry broke the kiss, and turned his attention to Charlie’s bottom, kneading it with gleeful abandon.
“Bums, like boobs,” he said. “Are another thing I will never get tired of touching.” Charlie smiled, and moved down to Daniel’s groin. With one fluid motion, she took his entre dick in her mouth, and began sucking, swallowing every shot of semen the boy released. As she did that, she wiggled her bottom in Harry’s direction. His cock still impossibly erect, Harry grabbed hold of Charlie’s bottom, and rammed into her pussy. Having not had intercourse since he’d fucked one of the other competitors that morning, Harry was absolutely desperate for it, ramming in and out at a breakneck pace. When you have no refractory periods and an average of 300 orgasms a day, you tend to get into the habit of being insatiably horny 24/7, which is what Harry was experiencing at that moment.

And Harry had to admit, proper, consensual sex did seem a lot more enjoyable than sex with girls who’d been “persuaded” by Sarosa to fuck him. Or possibly it was just the fact a few hours ago he’d been at death’s door, and “happy to be alive” sex was some of the best sex. Either way, Harry felt himself approaching the edge once more, and he unleashed yet another enormous load into Charlie’s pussy.
“God, you really do cum quickly,” she said, still sucking on Daniel’s penis.
“Like I said though, I can just keep on going,” Harry said, keeping on going, his pace never slowing for a moment.

Charlie went back to sucking Daniel’s dick, and she resumed wiggling her hips, grinding Harry’s cock as he ploughed her. Harry himself meanwhile did a thing he often did, which was raise his arms in triumph at this sexual encounter. In the past 7 months, Harry had experienced pleasure beyond normal human comprehension. Indulged in activities so kinky (And, some would say, depraved) that they would make the Queen die of embarrassment. Ejaculated enough semen to fill up a lake. But despite all this, a threesome with his brother and his brother’s best friend was still a fantastic experience for him.

Daniel’s orgasm finally began to subside, and as they did, Harry and Charlie felt themselves approaching their own edges.
“Oh God…” Charlie moaned. “I’m…uhhhhh…”
“Me tooooooooooo…” Harry groaned, releasing his third load of the trip into Charlie’s pussy, which was contracting vigorously around his cock. When it was over, Harry pulled out, and the 3 of them cuddled up on their plane seats, drifting off to sleep.
“Weirdos,” said the little girl.

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“What do you think you are doing over there!” Shouted the Spanish representative. The members of the UN Council for Supernatural Affairs has returned to their own countries to organise the traps for genies and their Masters. The 15 of them were currently in a conference call with one-another.
“Everything is under control, Carolina,” Frank said.
“You let one of them get away!” Shouted Carolina. “That is not keeping things under control!”
“We still have his genie, he can’t do any harm.”
“Except the people who busted him out have probably got genies too,” said the American man.
“I’m afraid I agree,” said the Japanese lady. “While the boy himself is harmless, he likely has powerful allies, and now they know about us and what we’re attempting.”
“So? We have Asrah protecting us,” said Frank.
“Yes,” said Nicholas. “Except that our whole plan relies on taking these people by surprise. You have potentially jeopardised the liberties of the entire world because of your incompetence.”
“I really think you’re blowing this out of proportion.”
“Frank, I think it’s best if one of us looks after Asrah instead of you.”
“I am perfectly capable of looking after Asrah.”
“Perhaps. But I’m going to go to the secretary general. The real one. And get him to confiscate Asrah from you. Give her to someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“That is not necessary at all.”
“We’ll see about that.”

Frank hung up the call, and left the room. He walked down the corridor, to Asrah’s room.
“Is she alright?” He asked the guard outside the door.
“Yes sir,” the guard replied.
“Has she asked for anything?”
“No sir.”
“Nothing? Nothing to eat or drink?”
“No sir.”

That was strange, Frank thought. Did she not need to eat or drink? Yet more evidence they didn’t really understand these creatures. Frank walked into her room, and Asrah got down off her bed and onto her knees, bowing her head to her Master.
“No need for that,” Frank said. He sat down on the bed, and gestured for Asrah to join him, which she did. “They want to take you from me.”
“They, Master?”
“The other members of the council. They think I’m doing a bad job.”
“I see…”
“I won’t let them. You deserve better.”
“Master?”
“Unlike the others, I don’t dislike you. You can’t help what you are. My problem lies entirely with those who use you and your kind for their own benefit. Who would raise themselves to the level of Gods and subjugate mankind to their wills.”
“I see, Master.”

Frank laid back on the bed.
“It’s hard, you know?” he said. “Organising genocide while keeping it secret. I’ve got my co-workers criticising me, my superiors demanding progress, and now potential opposition from the ones we’re trying to kill.”
“Do you have a family, Master? If I may ask.”
“Not really. No wife, at least. No children to speak of. And I’ve never been close to my parents.”
“You must be lonely.”
“Sometimes. I’m married to my job, but she’s not a very loving spouse.”
“I could do something to cheer you up.”
“I really don’t think you could.”
“I really think I could.”
“What could you possibly do to cheer me up?”
“Whatever you like, Master. Have you forgotten my powers? I could have you screaming in indescribable pleasure with a flutter of my eyelashes. Or I could give you a light blow from my lips. Or maybe make you wiggle using my finger.”

Frank smiled at her quoting of him.
“That would be rather hypocritical of me though, wouldn’t it?” He said. “To criticise others for misusing genies, and then using you for my own enjoyment.”
“No-one would have to know, Master. I would certainly not have to tell them unless they ask me.”
“And why would you do this?”
“I am sworn to obey you. My Master ordered it.”
“Out of fear for his life.”
“I am still bound to obey. Which means I am now bound to obey you.”
“And my co-workers.”
“They are not here.”
“Correct. But what I meant was why are you putting these ideas in my head, rather than simply waiting for orders from us oppressors?”
“I’m not sure. Perhaps it is my natural compulsion to serve. Or perhaps it is because, despite my hatred of your goals, you have been kind to me. That is more than can be said for a lot of Masters.”
“They’re cruel to you?”

“Some. Some are just dismissive, pretending I’m not there when I’m not granting their wishes.”
“All the more reason to do away with them.”
“Master, may I ask, why do you wish to do away with my kind?”
“You are a threat to humanity.”
“Our role is to serve humanity.”
“Select humans. The ones with the pot luck to come across a lamp.”
“Such as yourselves?”
“That was different. The man who told us about the existence of genies was able to help us get hold of your lamp. We didn’t ask for details.”
“And now I am being used to hunt down and exterminate my brothers and sisters.”
“Not exterminate. We couldn’t exterminate your people.”
“So what will become of us when your mission is complete?”
“It won’t be my choice to make. But you won’t be allowed to find new Masters, so you’ll be trapped in your lamps for all eternity, and put somewhere where you’ll never, ever be found.”
“I can’t wait.”

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Author’s message: Howdy. This chapter’s finally done, and is longer than I expected it to be. An hour ago this was going to end with a sex scene between Asrah and Frank, but that would have meant delaying it until tomorrow to when I could be bothered to write more sex, so I opted for some philosophical discussion.

This chapter is basically filler, but I thought it was important to allow the characters to bond. There will hopefully be plot development next time. I know most of what will happen, and I’m looking forward to writing this.

There are some hints in this chapter of revelations and plot developments to come. Some quite subtle, which will only become obvious later on. So we’ll see how that plays out.

Back in Chapter 3 I believe I mentioned there was a shout-out to another erotic fiction universe. No-one’s gotten it yet (Or if they have they’ve kept quiet about it) and I’ve had requests for hints, so I figure I’d better just come out and say it. The shout-out is “We are the Master’s representatives”. This refers to the Master PC Universe, started by JR Parz. Generally on start-up, the Master PC program says something along the lines of “Master PC allows you to become a virtual God to those around you. You are the Master’s representative.” Go check it out if you never have. There are dozens of Master PC stories by many talented authors. They’re some of the first proper erotic fics I read, and I’d like to say they inspired me to keep going.

I did enjoy coming up with perverted things which Harry had made Charlie do. That was a fun 10 minutes.

Oh yes, and I’ve continued with having genies having served famous historical figures. This time we get two for one with Afericus having served both (KAIGAN!) Tutankhamen (Pyramid wa sankaku! Ōke no shikaku!) and Howard Carter. Way back in A Boy and his Genie I actually considered having Alexis having served (DAI KAIGAN!) Tutankhamen (OMEGA DRIVE), but I decided it would require too much research on my part. As it is, I read through most of an article (A long one) about Howard Carter’s excavation of his tomb in order to make sure I got the facts right.

That’s it I think. Until next time! I’m going to bed now.

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