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Part 3: Jaffar's Animal ********************
I knew I slept at least once. I kept hydrated. I know I defected and made doubly sure my ass was nice and clean too.
What was in no doubt was this weird feeling that told me not to undress. Keeping my Shiny Chilies black tracksuit on. I knew that my groin was sweaty. The heat from just the day and night was sorting that. I knew the section of my groin between my ball sack and groin was slippery. I was naturally smooth. There was a light brushing off hair on my arms but even my legs remained pretty smooth. My ass too was smooth.
I hated my pubes, what there was of them. I shaved them as they sprouted. I loved them on other guys but on me they felt wrong. Face hair wise a shave every four days was more than enough.
I reached inside my bottoms to rub my greasy groin and smell. It always turned me on. Then the lock went on the door and in walked Jaffar. Calm, brash actually, full of himself. "How's my animal doing over there?"
"I'm alright, nothing much going on" I said in a non comital kinda way.
"Well given how stupid you are that's to be expected". He stepped up, stroked my face and then spat straight onto it and smeared it all around. "You're just my little bearer of shame aren't you?".
I nodded, stupefied by his intensely masculine voice. He removed his top, grabbed my head and shoved it into his arm pit. It was a bit funkier than yesterday, but my tongue swirled around and around, tasting, then inhaling the scent of him.
He threw me off him and he walked past me as I panted like an animal, fuck, called myself an animal.
He took off the remainder of his outfit and stood naked and confident as ever in front of me. "Fuck you're nasty aren't you?" He asked and I nodded "and you're ready to serve right?" again I nodded. "But what are you?" He asked.
"I'm a dirty little slut boy" was my rather one dimensional reply. He shook his head, making no expression.
"Think, what are you!". The tone of his voice now more serious, lethal somehow in its attitude.
I gulped, trying to work out what he was going on about. Then I realised "I'm your little bearer of shame".
It's an odd thing to be. A bearer of shame. Slut, whore, bitch, pig. They all were kind of obvious but bearer of shame seemed lower down the order. Like I was in a different league of submission.
He licked his hand now and noisily jerked away at his big cock. But something told me that was a test, a way to get me to be too obvious.
I slut walked towards him. One foot in front of the other. Rotating my hips. As I reached him his look was so intense. I flicked a wink from my left eye and went behind him. Sinking to my knees. Opening his arse cheeks and starting to lap at his hairy ass. It wasn't dirty in a scat way, but it was intense with sweat and musk.
"Oh that's it" he said "you've got it haven't you? Before I came out my wife sucked my cock; however, my bearer of shame eats my arse hole doesn't he?"
I groaned in agreement, causing a growl of approval from him. He backed the step or two it took to press my head into the wall, he leant forward and really pressed his arse into my face, slightly smearing it all around.
A good five to ten minutes passed by before he stepped away. I must have been red as he looked back and laughed. "I'd say you looked cute but you just look like, well you know?"
I must have looked dumb as he laughed again.
"Don't worry, you don't need those details". His cock was so hard, I wanted it, but it clearly wasn't on offer. "How shameless do you think you can be?"
Again I must have looked so dumb "uhh I'm not to sure what you mean?".
"It's simple, you're in this room, locked away, how shameless you ready to be? Maybe be porn or maybe be pimped out bit of both?".
"Uhhh"
He had started to dress again. "Well here's the deal. There's paper and pen over there. Write down what you're ready to be and we can sort it alright?"
He seemed ready to walkout but came back and spat and smeared my face. Leaving me wreaking of him in multiple ways.