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Part 1: I was Jaffar's Animal
I was having a summer at home. Back from University, aged 20, I'd been enjoying all the sights, sounds, sex and yeah doing some work. I'd been rather dismissive of my fellow students as sexual partners. Preferring instead to seek my pleasures in the world of apps with all the randomness, fake profiles and pictures that looked nothing like a guy. I'd become quite a pro. Finding it easy to spot bots and weirdos.
At home though I was more cautious. Sticking to the odd bar and gay night as a way of getting some action.
However, three weeks into this sweltering summer my curiosity got the better of me and I fired up Grindr to see who was about in the local area.
A normal mixture of dad types, the obvious gym hungry fake, a token few younger guys and then one who I was sure was a fake. Pakistani, maybe Indian background. Good but no overly toned body. Very attractive face, dark beard and hair. Listed as 38yo and 1.5miles away from me.
In no way was his profile real came my internal laugh. There was only one image and one line "PM me for details".
I scanned past, looked at a few more guys but a couple of minutes later I was there. Messaging "Hey, wanting to know what the details are?".
I wasn't sure I'd get a reply but instantly my screen flashed. "Type 3456 on the back of your hand and send me a picture of it showing your face and you get details".
Now seeking some evidence from my profile was absolutely fine. I had lots of pictures of me. Clipped hair, perfect teeth, blue eyes, tight toned smooth body on my profile. I'd assume I was a bot. So I picked up a Sharpie, wrote the numbers and sent him the selfie.
His reply took a few minutes now. Slightly like I was being made to wait a little it felt. "Good you can follow instructions. That will be important."
"But what are you looking for?" I sent again.
Now this is the moment I should have said bye bye but I didn't. I'm too cocky, too horny to be honest but he sent me "I'm looking for an animal that I can use and degrade. Something that will need to have no care how nasty I get, that won't care if there are others in the room, or people filming it, just two holes that breathe".
There was nothing in that statement that said "yeah let's meet" but I carried on still lying on my bed, sweaty and hard as fuck. "So you're looking for something that really only exists in fantasy" I cockily replied.
"Oh no, you're real" he came back with "and I think you're the one".
I was deeply unsure suddenly "are you married/got kids/is this a dirty little secret you don't want people to know about/would you beat me up/how scared should I be?"
His straightforward honesty weirdly just made things hotter "yes I am married, her name is Sara. We have three children. It's partially a dirty little secret but some people do know. No I've no interest in physically harming you beyond a few slaps. How scared you should be is up to you. Either you're an animal and you're craving me already or not".
I asked him about meeting up, when would it be, his place or maybe mine if the times worked.
"It will be at a place I have. When is up to you".
I was beating off furiously now with excitement. Just at the thought.
"How about today, an hour maybe?".
He replied with an address, a photo of the front door and "dress in a tracksuit and no underwear/T-shirt on".
I suddenly panicked in "can't do this way". But as I was doing that I was also pulling out my Addidas Chiles 62, shiny tracksuit. Putting it on with no jock. Pulling socks on but pulling them over the bottoms of legs. Adding some black Nikes and examining myself in my mirror.
`Damn, you're actually going to do this' I winked at myself, grabbed my phone, some cash and my keys and left.
From the end of my road I caught a bus that would take me along where I needed to go. I checked street view, got the stop I needed to get off at. Found the door I needed to go to.
It was between a supermarket and a curry house. The door itself was dark green with a single buzzer. Even stood outside I questioned my choice again but then I needed to make a choice as I was on a busy street, people all around me and I was getting hard with no jock on.
I buzzed only for the door to buzz opening for me to push.
It was dark, slightly damp inside, mail on the floor and a staircase. I climbed up, there being only one door at the top to the right. I pushed it and it opened into a bed sit/really cheap studio place. The floor was laminate, there was about four cheap kitchen cupboards, a TV on the wall, a door open into a toilet and a bed. A pretty desperate depressing looking bed, the sheets all a mess.
I'd fucked some weirdos in my time but I'd never entered somewhere truly depressing like this room.
However, there Jaffar stood, naked, his cock cut, thick but not not hard.
"Get on your fucking knees you nasty little animal" came a threatening. Dark growl.
He was taller than I expected, 6'5" to my 5'9". Broader too. He was ever so slightly chunkier than his profile picture. There was no doubt in his hairiness though. There was a smell in the room too that I couldn't put my finger on.
He walked over with purpose, spat into his left hand and smeared his drool all over my face. "That's to show you that you're now mine. There's no escape from that, regardless of what happens now, I own you".
I must have been shaking a little and worse still my trakies must have been tenting too.
"Look at you shaking and hard. Pull that meat of yours out, let's see it"
I did as I was told. My thick, veiny uncut monster.
"That's not bad for something as pathetic as you. Smear your hand all round that junk and smear your face".
I did as I was told. Grinned and waited. ************************* Love comments etc - sam.willswill@mail.com