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Part 4: Jaffar's Animal **********************
They say that 21st century life has messed up our sense of smell a bit. Our clean, daily showers, shower gels, deodorants, aftershaves, you name it, has meant that our brains can't identify the more natural scents that our brain uses to identify mates.
However, if you stop showering, get beyond the worst of the BO stage your body reverts to producing a natural scent.
I'd been locked for two, maybe three days now. The weather outside had not let up and the heat remained high. It also meant that my groin was producing ever more potent smells. Ones that triggered me. I led a risky life as I didn't need someone else or something to trigger me. I could totally self trigger, totally based on the smell of my slippery groin.
I'd yet to write anything on the paper Jaffar had left behind. I wasn't quite sure what to write if I was honest but I sat and rubbed my groin and smelt my fingers and eventually wrote something before walking over to the mirror and started sucking on the big, fat, realistic black dildo that was there.
Sucking a dildo has always been something that guys can moan about the lack of reaction or realism being an issue. However, I didn't care. Sucking it, looking at myself in the mirror, gagging and spluttering. It just did something to my brain.
I was deep on it as the door opened and Jaffar walked in, he grinned "how's my bearer of shame?".
Drool spilled from my mouth and I smeared it over my face, I oinked in reply, totally unaware of where it came from.
He looked around the room "well that's a reasonable answer".
He now spotted the paper and pen and walked over and looked at what I'd written. "Anything? You've written that?" He said with an almost stunned shock. He held the paper in front of him
"Yea..." was all I got out of my mouth before he'd marched over, shoving four fingers into my mouth.
"Anything my little bearer of shame? You think that's a sensible thing to write you dumb little whore" he pulled the fingers from my mouth and slapped my face hard before shoving them back in "anything? Are you seriously dumb? No, don't answer that, you're even more nasty than I thought aren't you" again fingers came out and I was slapped "you've just given up what little you had left of respect, you're just a bearer of shame, a fucking animal aren't you?"
I nodded, eyes open.
"Jaffar, are we going" suddenly came a female voice from the doorway. She wore a head scarf in orange but a top and jeans rather than anything more conservative.
I doubled taked back and forth confused as fuck.
"Oh I'm his wife, don't think that I don't know about you" she said with an evil twist in her voice. "I know my husbands vice is filthy white boys like you, good job he keeps them like animals". There was no care in her tone, total pragmatism, like she really didn't care that much. "I'm getting in the car, two minutes" she said before walking off.
I looked back at Jaffar "what was that?" I stammered out of my mouth.
He smiled "that was my wife, the mother of my kids, what's it got to do with a bearer of shame like you?"
He smacked my face and just walked out leaving me stunned.
Several hours later he returned. He looked disgusted, like he almost didn't enjoy seeing me. "Knees, now" he barked. He grabbed one of the dildos from the mirror and with a feeling of fury started to fuck my throat with it violently.
"She hates you my little bearer of shame. She totally thinks you're nothing more than a cheap skanky whore. Thinks that you're just meat. She's told me to pimp you out. But not to anyone nice, not like u deserve it"
As he pulled the dildo out I was a throat slime covered drooling mess. I coughed up "what do you mean `no one nice'."
He stuck the dildo back onto the mirror "oh there's always some nasty old guys who need a hole or two to dump in. You'll like them. They're always extra nasty to white meat, especially white meat they can fuck up the arse".
He showed me his phone screen, scrolling thorough image after image of old Asian guy. They really were not anything to look at.
"Be ready is all I'll say, they tend to be pretty fast". He turned to walk out
"One more thing, the fact you look like such a nasty white skanky boy turned my wife on. She has a thing for guys like you, so thanks, `cos she was soaking when we got home".
I must have blushed.
"Don't forget, be ready".