Razoul, Captain of the Guards

“Going somewhere, street rat?”

It was Razoul, the hugely muscular captain of the guards in Agrabah. A heavy scimitar hung off the belt that held up his thin, frayed officer’s pants.

“S-sorry, sir” Aladdin wheezed, flashing his winning smile at the enormous, imposing figure.

“Forgetting about paying your taxes, street rat?” Razoul growled, his huge hand reaching down to lift Aladdin’s face and meet his eyes, “My protection doesn’t come cheap, you know. Especially when you’re robbing merchants in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, about that” Aladdin replied, biting his lower lip as he ran a hand through his hair, “I’m a little short this week; couple of my regulars have been unavailable”

“Any chance we could-”

Aladdin trailed off, knowing this was how Razoul liked it. He knew this was the way Razoul was hoping it would go the moment he showed up; his massive, uncut cock was practically tearing its way through his thin white pants from the moment Aladdin saw it.

Razoul smirked his knowing grin as he leaned out of the alley to make sure nobody was nearby.

Confirming that they were alone, the huge soldier unfastened his belt and let his slacks fall off his hips; the top of his pants getting caught on his massive, quickly hardening cock.

“Go on, street rat. You know what to do.”

Crawling forward, Aladdin gently tugged the pants down and forward. It was always a struggle to get Razoul’s massive cock free of his pants, and Aladdin knew that he got off on the struggle.

When it finally snapped free, the massive dick sprung up and slapped firmly against Aladdin’s face. The thick foreskin smeared his heavy precum against Aladdin’s handsome face, and Aladdin breathed deeply as he took in the sight of his huge, 10-inch horsecock.

Aladdin might have made his money fucking the needy housewives of Agrabah, but servicing the horse hung guards was his real passion.