Street Rat

Chapter 11

“What do you want?”

Aladdin watched his master warily; the older man had been acting strangely ever since he had taken Jasmine into the city. “Master?” Aladdin asked, before falling silent.

“Well? What is it?” Jafar finally turned to face the boy. He swallowed down his next biting remark as the boy’s eyes widened ever so slightly. This tiny movement bringing up thoughts Jafar was struggling to case aside.

It was strange how so slight a movement could change the way someone looked. In that moment, or rather in that movement, Aladdin morphed from the cocky ex-street rat everyone saw him as, into the fearful and most importantly innocent boy standing before Jafar. Of course the word boy wasn’t quite accurate; he was no child either mentally or physically.

‘Certainly not physically by any means’ Jafar couldn’t control the thought.

No, Aladdin was no boy but neither would Jafar call him a man. He was too innocent, too soft despite his tragic upbringing. He still saw the good in people, something only a child could do in the world they lived in. Where disease, death and crime were as common as the air they breathed.

Of course there was that whole never been touched thing he had going on.  While it appealed to Jafar’s more basic instincts, the need to fuck into a warm and yielding body had always been a particular favourite of his, it made him wary. Aladdin was young, very young compared to himself. He was innocent and pure, a fact Jafar simply could not ignore. Of course it certainly didn’t stop him from fantasising. But still, Jafar couldn’t shake the feeling of wrongness that came whenever he thought about the boy in an indecent manner.

The boy had been through hell and back. Could he really take advantage of him? The boy already doted on him, bringing him his meals and serving him in almost every way possible. Oh sure it was his job, but Jafar had seen it in the boy’s eyes. That need to be liked, that need to feel useful. The boy wanted to please him; he wanted to repay him for everything he’d done for him.

‘I could think of a few things’ Jafar thought to himself. A smirk slowly formed on his face, his mind flashing with images of just how the boy would repay him. Most delicious ideas indeed.

“Master?” Aladdin asked again. The man had been silent, staring off into space for some time now. Aladdin was beginning to worry.

“I asked you what you wanted? I have no further tasks for you”. Jafar snapped out of his daze, scowling at the almost hurt look that the boy sported.

“You have no need for me then?” Aladdin asked.

At that, Jafar chuckled. A low deep sound that sent shivers down Aladdin’s spine. Shivers of what exactly, he couldn’t say. But it made him feel strange, almost hot yet cold at the same time. It was a peculiar feeling indeed.

“Well I never said that exactly, now did I?” Jafar asked him, though he didn’t bother waiting for a response. “Tell me Aladdin, there have been rumours going around about you. They say you’ve never lain with another, they say you’ve never become a man. Now why is that?” Jafar rose from his seat to loom over the boy.

For Aladdin, in all his life, he’d never felt as humiliated as he did now. “Who said that?” His voice was barely above a whisper, whether from rage or humiliation, Jafar wasn’t sure.

“Iago”.

At that Aladdin startled. He had feared one of the servant’s had somehow found out about him and spread the story to whoever they could find. People could be surprisingly vicious if they believed it would benefit them. But Iago? He thought the parrot was his friend. Or at least as much of a friend as he could be. Of course with Jafar as a master, his betrayal really shouldn’t have come as a surprise.