Jamil

If you want someone hurt, call Jamil. An accomplished martial artist, he is as adept with a Sig Sauer as he is with his hands. A disciplined individualist, (mercenary would be a better term) he offers his varied services to the highest bidder. Jamil more often than not finds his clients among the demimonde and is regularly hired by the Giambi syndicate for various contracts - enforcement, intimidation, blackmail, pain - and pleasure. Jamil's intensity and thoroughness are well known and among his partners, his deep passions are highly sought.

Jamil's lovemaking is demanding - depending on the situation, it can be seen as either as a game of brinkmanship or a brutal punishment just shy of rape. His strong, handsome face and muscular torso hold an almost Svengali-like fascination to men and he uses this talent to its fullest. His favorite position is to have his buddy bent over some hard surface - be it a table, a desk, a sawhorse or even a construction beam - and to thrust his tool in as deeply and as quickly as possible. He will often establish a rhythm of slamming quickly in and out and derives a great sense of pleasure as his partner cries and screams for mercy (or more!, as the case may be) and keeps this rhythm up until he explodes inside his victim.

Regardless of whether it is an assignment or a personal matter, there has never been anyone who has not wanted to be used and abused by this darkling soldier of fortune over and over again. Sometimes though, his reputation surprises even him. In one instance, a prominent businessman refused to send protection money to the syndicate operation. Jamil trailed the man and confronted him in a side alley. He pushed him against the wall, drew his pistol and held it under the man's jaw.

"Robert, you've been a naughty boy ... Mr. Giambi doesn't like it when you're late with your payments."

"How was I going to see you again if I paid on time?" Tears began to well in his eyes.

Jamil blinked - this was completely unexpected. Robert Evans had been one arrogant son-of-a-bitch before. He lowered the gun and loosened his grip on Robert. The businessman continued in a rush.

"I ... I... want to be with you again, Jamil. I haven't been able to stop thinking of you."

With that statement, Robert lowered his head and began to openly weep. What the hell was going here? The mercenary let go of the man and tucked the gun back into his waistband. Robert tentatively put his arms around the handsome enforcer and when he encountered no resistance, buried his sobbing face in Jamil's shoulder. Jamil was at a complete loss - not knowing how to proceed, he returned the gesture and held the man in his strong arms. Warm tears tickled his neck and dampened his shirt. He gently stroked the back of the businessman's head.


"Bobby, you're going to be limping for a week when I get through with you. You really want me to fuck you bowlegged again?"

The man continued to cry soundlessly into Jamil's shoulder. He held onto the enforcer even tighter. He nodded.
 
These mask personas definitely are taking on lives of their own! First there was Dash, then Lucio and now, Jamil. It's really amazing to me when I put a mask on and look at myself in a mirror how I can actually develop a complete history for the person looking back at me. How this person thinks, what he feels, how he acts. This mask is called the "Jim" and is actually a darker version of the "Arnold" mask. There was a very noticeable brutal vibe with this mask and damn if it didn't feel good!