Street Rat

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

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I woke up groggy and looked out the cracks in the side of my hovel toward the Sultan’s palace. It felt like it had been a lifetime since my time there. Just beyond the soaring towers of the Sultan’s palace, I could see the spires of the palace I had once lived in with my wife; before I’d learned the truth.

I sat up suddenly when I heard a crashing noise at the entrance to my hovel, and a pair of the city guards entered, grinning as they groped the crotches of their loose pants.

“Good morning, street rat,” one of them greeted me. I’d already had a morning erection, but as I faced the two, rough men who had invaded my home, a wave of arousal swept over me that made it throb with renewed fury.

“Here’s your payment, whore,” the other guard spat at me, tossing a familiar looking, tiny, brass coin at my feet…

“Badrulbadour!” I cried out my wife’s name as I stared at the empty desert in shock, taking in the rolling dunes where my palace had stood just hours before. It was gone, with no trace left behind. Even though the palace had been erected nearly overnight by a wish, I was having trouble wrapping my head around the concept of it vanishing.

And where was my wife? We had been blissfully happy in our palace in the months since our wedding, and I’d only left her for the day.

“Prince Aladdin!” A voice called from the distance over my shoulder. I turned my horse to see a guard riding toward me from the Sultan’s palace, whipping his frothing mount to close the distance as fast as was possible. “Prince Aladdin, the Sultan demands your presence, at once!”

“What happened to my palace?” I demanded.

“I don’t know, Prince Aladdin. It was there this morning.” He wiped his brow and spun his mount. “Please, we must not keep the Sultan waiting…” I could tell that the Sultan was displeased as I walked down the length of his throne room. I bowed before him, and he was speaking before my spine was straight again.

“Aladdin, where is your palace, and where is my daughter?” He demanded.

“Please forgive me, Sultan, but I don’t know. I only just returned home to find it vanished,” I tried explaining, pleading with my tone for him to be reasonable

“I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY DAUGHTER!” He yelled. “I hold you responsible for this.

“I hold myself responsible, my Sultan,” Aladdin bowed again. “Badrulbadour is my first concern, please, allow me to find her and bring her home!”

“Aladdin has proven his lack of trustworthiness,” the vizier sneered from the side of the raised platform the throne stood on. “My Sultan, do not trust him.”

“She chose me, vizier, not your son. It’s time for you to move past it,” I spat back at him.

“That is enough,” the Sultan stopped us before the vizier could get another word in. “Aladdin, I will allow you to search for my daughter, but if you do not return—with her or without—I will send my entire army after you. Bring me my daughter!”

I traded my horse for a camel, gathered supplies in the city, and for three days I wandered the desert, searching for my wife, searching for my palace. I stumbled on through the dunes after my camel died, and long after every drop of water I had was gone. My foot caught in the sand, and I rolled down the side of a dune, landing in a heap. I got to my knees, wringing my hands in despair as tears rolled down my dust-caked cheeks.

“How may I serve you?” A voice broke through the deafening sound of the desert wind, and I looked up to see an apparition that I’d seen only once before, transparent, staring at me with my own face.

I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten the ring!

“Uncle! Let me out! Here, I’ll give you the lamp!” I’d screamed at the darkness above me where the opening had bene just moments before, but he did not come back. I don’t know how long I waited in that dark cave, but in the end I had been starving and weeping. At first it had been a wonderous thing to pluck fruit from the trees and watch it transform into gleaming gems, but it hadn’t been long until I would have given it all back for a single apple.

I had wrung my hands in despair, and the apparition had come.

“I am the Genie of the Ring; what is it that you wish?” I had stared at the apparition, and down at my finger in wonder. My uncle had given me the ring before I’d dropped down into the cave to quell my fears, telling me that it would protect me if I got into trouble.

“I wish to be out of here!”

“As you wish…”

Now I stared at him for the second time.

“Genie! I forgot about you!” I confessed, and he chuckled.

“Perfectly understandable when you have the Genie of the Lamp thundering about. How may I serve you?”

“Please, I wish for you to return my wife, and my palace, to where it belongs.”

“I am sorry, but I cannot undo a wish granted by the Genie of the Lamp.”

“My palace was moved by the genie?”


“Then I wish for you to take me to my palace.”

“Ahh,” he looked pleased. “Your wish is my command.” There was a flash of light, and by the time my eyes were clear I was staring at the gates to my own palace.

“Thank you, genie,” I muttered to the ring and headed inside. When I walked into our chambers, I froze. Badrulbadour was there, wearing clothing far more immodest than I had ever witnessed, even on our wedding night, but she wasn’t alone.

“Uncle?” I called out in dismay, staring as my wife doted upon the man who had left me in a cave to die.

“Oh,” my uncle chuckled, “Aladdin, you found us.”

“Get away from my wife!” I ordered him, outraged at the way he was rubbing her thigh. I thought he was obeying when he took his hand away, but he reached over and pulled out the lamp. “Give that back!” I added with an embarrassing squeak.

He rubbed the lamp, and smoke poured from the lamp and formed into strange, shimmering twin of my uncle.

“Genie,” he called to the side, still staring at me. “I wish for Aladdin to know that everything I tell him is true.” I glared at him defiantly, there was no way I was just going to believe…

“Your wish is my command, master,” the genie answered. Suddenly my head swam, and I swayed on my feet. It was over quickly, and the genie was gone.

“Give me back my wife, uncle,” I ordered again, putting as much strength into my voice as I could muster.

“But you don’t want her back, Aladdin. You don’t want to be married.”

“I… What? I don’t…” I struggled with the idea. I knew that there was something wrong with what he was saying, yet the words were true.

“You don’t want the princess,” he growled at me.

“Don’t want the princess!” I panted back at him, realizing that I really didn’t. I thought I loved her, and that we were happy, but now…

“You never really wanted the princess, Aladdin. You just wanted a stronger man to come and take her from you.” My breath hitched at his words, and a strange sensation seemed to uncoil inside me, like a cat waking from a long nap in the sun.

“I wanted… I…”

“You’re horny, Aladdin,” he cut me off in a soothing tone, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and struggled to hold in a moan as I felt my penis slide up along the inside of my robes. “But it isn’t the princess that’s arousing you,” he added with a chuckle.

“Not… The princess?” I tried to cover the tent my erection was making in my robes.

“No, not the princess. She doesn’t arouse you, Aladdin, but I do.”

It was like my vision finally slid back into focus, but instead of my wife, I found myself staring at my uncle in a new light. My eyes dropped to the crotch of his robes, and I stared enraptured as I noticed a stirring underneath. As much as I was horrified by them, there was no denying the feelings my uncle was stirring inside me.

“But…” I drawled drunkenly in objection, “You’re my uncle.” A few moments passed in silence as he lazily got to his feet, approaching me.

“I’m not your uncle, you stupid whore.”

“Stuuuuu….” A bubble of drool popped from the corner of my mouth as I struggled. “Stupid whore!”

“You’re not a prince, Aladdin.”

“I’m not a prince,” I agreed, because it was true.

“You’re a street rat.”

“I’m a street rat!”

“You love being a street rat.”

“Love being… Street rat!”

“Being a street rat makes you horny.”

“Street rat… Hor… Hor… Horrrrrny!”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I like that. Whore. Whore. Horny.”

“You are a dumb, horny, street rat whore, Aladdin,” he repeated, pulling off his robes to reveal a thick, muscular body coated with dark hair.

“Heheh, dumb,” I muttered before moaning at the rest. I realized that I’d lost track of things, been carried away, but I couldn’t remember what was important.

“You will please any man who pays you,” he said as I watched his cock start to rise. It was… Big.

“Yes, you are desperate for men to let you service them,” he added. “You’ll do anything to pleasure a man’s penis.”

“Anything,” I whimpered. “Please!”

“Please what, Aladdin?”

“Aww, I’m a whore! Please!” I begged.

“Hmm… You don’t look like a whore, with all those robes covering you up,” he observed, tapping his chin, and I realized that he was right.

How could I expect him to treat me like a whore when I was wearing a prince costume?

I pulled at the robes, tugging and tearing them free; I didn’t need them anymore, anyway. I could smell my own sweat as my flesh was exposed to the air, and as I felt his eyes slide over my body, I felt my nipples harden and arched my back with a hiss.

“You are such an eager, horny, desperate whore, Aladdin,” he chuckled, leaning down to pick up his purse. I groaned as his erection vanished from sight and sighed in contentment when it returned to view. He dug into his purse, pulled out a coin, and dropped the pouch back onto his clothes. I peeled my eyes away from his penis to look at the coin he was holding pinched between his thumb and index finger.

It was tiny.

And made of tin.

And worth absolutely nothing.

Such a coin would be an insult, even to the lowest beggar.

“Take it, Aladdin. You need me to fuck you, to once and for all reveal the street rat whore that you were always meant to be. Take the coin, Aladdin, and your life will have meaning.” With trembling fingers, I reached out and took the coin from him. He laughed in triumph. “You’re such a horny, desperate, street rat, Aladdin.” Moaning incoherently, I sank to the floor and offered my ass to the man I thought was my uncle.

“Ahh!” I cried out as he brought his hand down on my ass with a thunderous slap. “Ohhhhh,” I moaned as the sting diffused into a pleasurable heat.

“You sound just like a street rat whore, Aladdin,” he commented as I felt his penis press against me—solid, thick, unrelenting. As he rocked his hips, I could feel it leaking against my hole, and as the gentle rocking sensation became a gentle sliding sensation, I felt myself start to relax.

I needed him inside me.

“There you go, Aladdin,” he cooed as his penis sank into me in a long, smooth motion. He continued, slow, unrelenting, until his hips pressed against my ass.

“You love this,” he growled in my ear, and I realized that I did. Nothing had ever felt this good before.

“I love this!” I moaned. “Ohhh, please, fuck me!” I begged.

“Good job, you’re sounding more and more like a good whore.”

“Ooooohhh,” I cooed at the praise, bucking back into his thrusts. Each time his massive penis slammed into me, driving me wide open, I would experience a new revelation of pleasure.

“When you cum, Aladdin,” he panted, “You are going to squirt out every part of you that isn’t a dumb, horny, street rat whore. And when I cum, like I’m about to, you won’t be able to resist cumming too.” He started pumping his hips harder, more frantically, and I knew that it was true.

The part of me that had been a husband.

The part of me that had been a prince.

The parts of me that wanted anything but to be a whore.

All of that was about to be gone, and I couldn’t wait. I bucked more frantically, taking his massive penis with more and more force, taking delight as it slammed against places unknown deep inside me.

“I’m going to cum, Aladdin,” he gasped, gripping my hips, and then he buried himself inside me, moaning in ecstasy. I could feel it, spreading through my insides, filling me with burning warmth that finally pushed me over the edge.

“Aiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” I squealed as my rigid penis squirted my load onto the tile floor. It was better than anything I’d ever felt before.

“You’re addicted to this, Aladdin,” he growled in my ear, giving his hips a few violent pumps. “Every time a man gives you his cum, you will become even more addicted to it.” With a particularly violent jab, he sent me spiraling into another ejaculation, pulling free to leave me quaking on the floor…

I spun around on the pile of rags that was my bed, spreading my legs and raising my ass to expose it to the guards as I arched my back and brought my chest low to the ground, staring out toward the palaces as I waited for the guards to get started. Word had come down to the city that the princess had a new wife, and the Sultan a new successor who had taken over as his new vizier.

“Ohhhh!” I cried out in glee as a thick penis thrust into me, stretching my hole wide open and sending the now familiar sensations of ecstasy spiraling up through my body from my asshole.

“That’s a good whore,” the guard said, bringing his hand down on my ass in a sharp slap that had me bucking against him even harder. All the wile I stared out at the palace, wondering what the man I thought was my uncle was doing, and if he would ever come and fuck me again.

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