A Slacker's Wish! (For Croup)

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Hissing another cuss at his dad as he climbed up the stairs, Nick rubbed at his ass underneath his pants. Sure, he was supposed to clean the attic. Sure, he had put it off for at least a week. Sure, he had spent said week playing games and hanging out with friends. Still, in his unbiased opinion, he so didn't deserve to get a spanking like that!

The guy had yanked him over his knee like he was some kid and scolded him the whole time about 'responsibility' and 'effort' and 'Did you even do your homework?' (He did, actually!) After that, he sent him upstairs with the threat of another spanking before bed if he didn't get this attic cleaned tonight. Nick promised 'yes yes yes!' that he'd clean it, but that's because he actually didn't get around to even checking out the mess up there!

Now that he had gotten up here, he regretted it.

Boxes littered the floor, abandoned and covered with a fine layer of dust. Some of them had labels, such as 'Nick's toys,' 'Old Clothes,' 'Exercise equipment'...others traced back to Nick's great-great-great grandfather's treasures. He had no idea what to do with half of this stuff, and this would surely take longer than a day!

He should just forget it and go out for an ice cream or something.

He shook that thought out of his head. He didn't need to actually risk another spanking so soon. He had to get this shit cleaned!

He picked one of the unlabeled boxes first, one that probably belonged to a grandfather or a cousin somewhere down the line, he didn't know. He grabbed it, regretted it, wiped the too-thick layer of dust on his pants, groaned at the mess it made on said pants, then grabbed and opened the box. Inside was what he expected; junk. Fascinating junk. Junk that seemed interesting; but junk all the same. Most of it was pictures of years that had long ago passed, some mementos, and a bundle of letters aged to the point of the paper yellowing.

And a lamp.

Nick blinked at that.

Something about it caught his eyes. It was beautiful, even in all of the dust, it was horrifically beautiful. It drew his eyes to it, like a magnet. It seemed to call to him...

He picked up the lamp, its smooth met practically gleaming even under all of the dust that had caked up on the surface. How long has this been here? Better, who was the one who put it up here? Maybe it would look good somewhere in his room, he thought, rubbing at the surface to get a better look at it.

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In the polished surface rubbed free of grime he could see his reflection, his unblinking eyes staring back at him. But then he saw something else. A shimmer of something. Like there was a strange sort of glow from inside the lamp...!

Out from the nozzle suddenly poured a plume of smoke. Thick, sinuous, it quickly formed a cloud before Nick. But then, rather than disperse as smoke typically does, it seemed to tighten in towards itself. It gradually coalesced into something almost resembling a man. Then... most definitely resembling a man. There was a man appearing out of the smoke!

He looked like something out of a comic book or a Disney cartoon. Hulking and muscular, with but a strip of beard on his chin which reached down to tickle his large pecs. The top of his head was shiny and bald, other than a topknot which blossomed into another string of sleek black hair running down his back. His skin was red like burning embers. Two golden armbands stood out on his arms, but other than that he was unclothed above the waist. As for below... it was difficult to see his lower form through the haze. If, indeed, he had a lower form at all other than the tendril of smoke which still connected him to the lamp.

"After nearly a full century of imprisonment, to finally taste the sweet scent of the outside world...! My thanks for rescuing me from my plight. In exchange for my freedom, I shall grant you any three wishes you desire, O Master," he intoned, floating over the stunned Nick and crossing his arms.

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Oh shit.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit, there was a half-naked (If not fully naked) hot guy in the middle of the room, what do I do, how do I get him back in the lamp? Nick was quickly panicking, nearly dropping the lamp in the process. How the hell was he supposed to hide this guy? What would he tell his dad? Crap, he was in for another ass blistering tonight, he knew!

But somewhere between his panic, an idea hit him; he had said he had been in there for nearly a century. He had smoke connecting him to the lamp, and he had told him that he would grant him three wishes of his choice. Could he have been a genie? While Nick wasn't exactly a believer of the supernatural or magic, it was hard to argue against the fact that one was literally in the middle of the room!

Still, he didn't want to risk the chance of being wrong.

"Are you....a genie?" He asked, hesitating and unsure. "You can grant me...any wish I want? No matter what it is?"

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He nodded, quite serious. In fact, his face seemed to be locked into a permanent frown. "That is correct, little one," he said, not seeming to realize how pedantic it was to call another person 'little one'. "I am one of the nine great and all-powerful genies of this dimension, trapped on this plane many millennia ago by an evil sorcerer. And as for your wish..." For the first time, he showed a hint of a smile on his manly, rugged face, and one of his pecs seemed to... flex. "If you have doubts, you may certainly test me. But you will find that no desire is not within my power to grant."

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"No desire, huh?" Nick asked, more to himself than the genie in his room. His mind swam with possibilities, all of the things he could have, all of the things that he could have given to him at this very moment. He knew enough to know that Genies could grant him incredible power...he also saw enough of those cartoons to know that genies could also manipulate his wishes to screw him over at the end of any wish.

But neither of those even occurred to him. All he knew is the pain in his backside...

"If you can grant me any desire...then I wish to have my dad spanked!" He said, giving a wide grin, crossing his arms as if he had hatched some clever plan.

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"You wish to have your sire... spanked?" the genie asked, as if the word were foreign to him. His broad shoulders shifted, and he tilted his head. "Of course, such a simple request is fully within my power to grant, but... are you sure you wouldn't rather have something more grandiose?"

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"Nope! Just some good, sweet vengeance for me, thanks!" The slacker said with a chuckle. "Besides, I thought you said that I could wish for anything I desire. Unless maybe that century made you weaker." He tilted his head himself, putting on a doubtful expression as he continued. "Maaaaan, I get a genie who can grant wishes, and I get the weak one that can't even grant me this simple wish. I have the worst luck."

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At that the genie scowled again. "Impertinent... Very well, if that is your desire then it shall be granted. Behold!" A blazing aura suddenly seemed to engulf him, illuminating his full, impressive musculature, then dispersed just as quickly. In the dusty attic, the genie smirked. "It is done."

Suddenly, from down below they could hear a knock on the door, followed by footsteps as Nick's father went to answer it.

"Well howdy neighbor! What brings you here?" he called out.

Their next door neighbor was an older man named Brad with three younger children. He had a full-grown beard and big, burly arms. He worked full-time as a mechanic but everyone liked to joke that he looked more like the cover of a lumberjack magazine.

"Well Jeff, I hate to bring it up again, but... your side of the yard is completely overgrown. It's a breeding ground for ticks and mosquitoes."

There was a sigh. "I know, Brad. I keep getting on Nick to take care of that, but he's been even surlier than usual lately... I can't get him to do a blasted thing! Why, I had to spank him today just to get him to clean out the attic upstairs."

"Yeah, we heard it from our house... Spankings get through to him though?"

"They do, but only temporarily." There was a chuckle. "I have to freshen up the job any time I want him to do something else!"

"Well Jeff, it sounds like you've got your hands full. That yard's been quite a sight for some time now though, and I know you're just as capable of riding that mower as Nick is. Maybe the problem here isn't just your boy?"

"What's that supposed to mean, Brad?"

"It means that... I'm thinkin' maybe you deserve a spanking just as much as he does!"

"What? Now wait just a--hey, what are you doing? Let me go! Oof! Ow! Stop that!"

From above, Nick and the genie could hear assorted sounds of a brief struggle. Then... the sound of a heavy hand smacking against the seat of a man's pants.

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Nick's teachers and dad would be proud of the way that those sounds seemed to reach him, his ears picking them up like a dog could pick up a scent. It was perhaps one of the first times he had actually paid attention to something without the threat of a spanking mentioned somewhere. He moved towards the stairs, hesitated, looked at the lamp that the genie was connected to, then to the tendril of smoke.

"Uh..." He started out, pointing from the lamp to the genie. Would he follow him? Was there a set limit to where he could go with how he was...half-in? the lamp? He decided not to ask, didn't want toaccidentally piss of a powerful, magic being by talking about his eternal prison.

He just decided to bring it with him, climbing quickly downstairs to the second floor where he'd be able to see the events taking place.

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The genie floated alongside, seemingly unperturbed by the manner in which they traveled. When they got to the bottom of the stairs they were greeted by an unusual sight. Nick's father, a 40-year-old former state wrestler, was spread across their neghbor's lap getting the seat of his pants warmed. Though he now worked as an accountant for a banking firm, he was still in relatively good shape. "Ooh! Oh! Stop that, Brad! This is ridiculous!" he sputtered as his broad buttocks got slapped and smacked around. His back (or rather, his ass) was to the emerging duo, so he hadn't seen them yet. Brad, for his part, was too focused on spanking the other man's ass to notice much else.

"I don't think this is getting through to you, Jeff. Maybe it's time for these pants to come down?"

"What?! Don't you dare!"

But the warning had little effect. Brad dug into Jeff's back pockets and dragged them downward, showing Nick and the genie a choice view of his father's ass now with only the scant protection of some tight white briefs. Without pausing for breath, Brad returned to slamming his meaty palm into the dead center of his neighbor's haplass buns.

"Yeoooww!"

"You see? I told you nothing was beyond my power," the genie told Nick. Somehow, his words were for Nick's ears only. The two occupied men showed no signs of having heard him.