Iago's Delight

BY : A.B. Trerron
Category: +1 through F > Aladdin (Disney) > Aladdin (Disney)
Dragon prints: 3465
Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin or it's characters, nor do I profit from any copyrighted material.

Author's note: This story is meant as pure comedy. My spouse and I thought it would be hilarious to write a fanfiction in Gilbert Godfrey's voice.

"Iago's Delight"

Grand Vizier Jafar is in his hidden lair plotting his usurpation of the throne. Suddenly the silence is broken by a tender voice…


Iago: JAFAR! OH JAFAR!

Jafar: (enters) What is it, Iago?

Iago: I WAS JUST PONDERING SOMETHING TO MYSELF AT THIS VERY MOMENT! I SAID TO MYSELF “IS TODAY THE DAY THAT MY ASSHOLE FUCKS ITSELF?! IS THIS THAT VERY DAY?” AND SO TO COME TO SOME SORT OF CONCLUSION, THE FIRST THING I HAD TO DO WAS THINK BACK TO LAST WEEK. SINCE TODAY IS A TUESDAY, I HAD TO THINK BACK ONE WEEK FROM TODAY! I THOUGHT BACK TO LAST TUESDAY AND TASKED MYSELF WITH REMEMBERING WHETHER OR NOT, OF ITS OWN VOLITION, MY ASSHOLE WAS ABLE TO FILL ITS WEEKLY DUTY AND FUCK ITSELF TO A STATE OF ABSOLUTE HORROR! AND I REALIZED THAT TUESDAY WASN’T THE DAY WHEN THAT HAPPENED.

I THEN WENT FROM DAY TO DAY DOWN THE WEEK, EACH DAY TRYING TO REMEMBER IF AND WHEN MY ASSHOLE PROCEEDED TO FUCK ITSELF. WEDNESDAY CAME AND PASSED. AND SO DID THURSDAY. AND WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IT, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY, AND MONDAY BROUGHT ABOUT NO SUCH PLEASANTRIES. I HAVE WHAT ONE WOULD CALL A NON-SELF-FUCKING VARIETY OF ASSHOLE!

Jafar: Very well, Iago.

Iago: WONDERFUL! LET ME TELL YOU A STORY TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD.

I WAS IN THE ROYAL PALACE NOT JUST TWO DAYS AGO, EAVESDROPPING ON THE SULTAN IN AN ATTEMPT TO GAIN LEVERAGE AGAINST HIM AND CONTINUE OUR PLOTTING TO TAKE OVER THE PALACE AND SUCH. THEN I SEE THE SULTAN EYEBALLING ME, KINDA SHIFTY LIKE, AND HE KEEPS TAKING GLANCES ALL AROUND HIM, MAKIN SURE NO ONE ELSE IS IN THE ROOM. HE WADDLES OVER TO MY CAGE AND STICKS HIS FINGER OUT FOR ME TO CLIMB ON. SO, ME PLAYING THE DUMB FEATHERED CREATURE HE BELIEVES ME TO BE, I HUMBLY OBLIGE HIM AND STEP ON HIS FAT SAUSAGE HAND.

AND GET WHAT THIS FAT FUCK DOES! HE LOWERS ME DOWN TO TROUSER HEIGHTS AND SLIDES HIS PANTS DOWN TO HIS ANKLES! AND I KNOW YOU BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THIS GUY WAS READY! AND WITHOUT ANY FINE HOW-DO-YOU-DO, HE SHOVES HIS HARD COCK IN MY MOUTH!

I CAN TELL YOU, I WAS SHOCKED! HERE I AM GETTING MY BEAK FILLED EVERY WHICH WAY AND I CAN’T BREAK CHARACTER TO TELL THIS FAT OLD PRICK TO CUT THIS SHIT OUT! SO HE KEEPS GOING. ON AND ON. AND THEN OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE I SEE THAT LITTLE FUCK OF A MONKEY WALK IN THE ROOM!

THE MONKEY WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE KITCHEN, NO DOUBT ON HIS WAY TO GET A MONKEY SNACK, WHEN HE HAPPENS TO CATCH QUITE A SHOW ON THE PALACE FLOOR! HE LOOKS AT THE SULTAN! HE LOOKS AT ME! HE SEES THAT I SEE HIM LOOKING AT ME! AND THEN HE STARTS MASTURBATING FURIOUSLY!

NOT ONCE DOES THE LITTLE BASTARD MONKEY BREAK EYE CONTACT! HE’S BEATING OFF SO HARD HIS HAND AND COCK ARE JUST A BLUR! THEN HE COMES ALL OVER HIS HANDS AND STARTS RUBBING THEM TOGETHER AND SPREADING THEM APART AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE HAS CHEWING GUM STUCK TO HIS HANDS!

THEN THE MONKEY WALKS ACROSS THE ROOM AND CLIMBS UP INTO MY CAGE! HE STARTS RUBBING IT ALL OVER MY HOME! HE RUBS IT ALL OVER MY FOOD! I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING THROUGH THE COCK IN MY MOUTH SO ALL I CAN DO IS GLARE AT HIM! GLARE AT HIM AS HE WIPES HIMSELF ALL OVER ALL OF MY THINGS! AND THEN THE MONKEY JUMPS OUT THE WINDOW.

AT THIS POINT I’M PRAYING FOR THE END! BUT THINGS JUST GET WORSE! THE SULTAN’S DAUGHTER WALKS IN AND SHE SEES US AND SHE‘S JUST FLABBERGASTED! SHE FALLS TO HER KNEES AND STARTS CRYING SAYING “FATHER! FATHER! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” AND THE FAT SULTAN STARTS FEEDING HER SOME BULLSHIT LIKE “OH, JASMINE! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LONELY I’VE BEEN SINCE YOUR MOTHER DIED,“ AND THE WHOLE TIME HE STILL HAS HIS SHORT SALTY DICK IN MY MOUTH. I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S TRYING TO CONVINCE HER HE’S SO LONELY AND HE CAN’T FIND SOME BROAD TO FUCK. LIKE A FUCKING SULTAN CAN’T GET ANY ASS HE WANTS! HE COULD FUCK HIS DAUGHTER IF HE WANTED TO BECAUSE THIS FUCK’S THE SULTAN! BUT NO! HE WANTS TO FUCK BIRDS!

SO THE DAUGHTER RUNS SCREAMING FROM THE ROOM AND IT’S JUST ME AND THE SULTAN AGAIN! AND I HAVE TO GIVE HIM CREDIT, THE GUY DIDN’T MISS A BEAT EVEN WHEN HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD FOUND HIM FUCKING A PARROT! SO, ANYWAY, THE SULTAN CURLS UP A PINKY AND STICKS IT UP MY ASS! I DOUBT IT WAS INTENDED TO BE PLEASURABLE TO ME BECAUSE I DIDN’T MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I ENJOYED THE PART OF HIM THAT WAS IN MY MOUTH SO I DOUBT HE BELIEVED I’D ENJOY ANOTHER PART OF HIM CRAMBED UP MY ASSHOLE! BUT AT LEAST IT MAKES THE SICK LITTLE FUCK COME.

Jafar: (putting his clothes back on) Alright, Iago. We’re done.

Iago: OH. I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE THAT WE WERE FUCKING.

End.



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