THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:

S-Series Characters

T-Toys

B-Bondage

D-Domination

SM-Sadomasochism

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

BLD-Blood

HUM-Humiliation

TORT-Torture

MPREG-Male Pregnancy

Aladdin looked up from his position on the wall. He could see the moon through the tiny sliver of a window his captor had given him. It was small comfort given his position. He was a captive…soon to be a slave, deep within enemy territory. He knew that there was no way out, for Aladdin had given himself in tithe. He was a bound slave…or soon would be. His master had rights to him in everything.

So then…was it worth it? Was it worth this to satisfy your hero complex?

It wasn't like I had a choice.

You've defeated dangers before. You could have stood up…you could have still won!

It's different now. I couldn't take the risk. I couldn't take the risk. Aladdin repeated to himself. He had known such a day might come. A day when he was forced to subject himself to another to saved loved ones…

Even if they weren't born yet.

He thought of Jasmine as he had last seen her, tall, proud, trying so hard not to weep. She knew she would likely never see him again. She had placed her hand on her swollen belly and made him a promise as their lips touched one last time.

"I will tell him about you. Everything you've ever done he will know."

"How do you know it will be a him?"

A silent smile, the kind only women have. "I know."

Aladdin felt a tear slide down his cheek and smiled a little. Yes. No matter what his new master did to him, it would be worth it so that his future son might live.

He tried to readjust the manacles and winced in pain. His hands were chained to the ceiling. The manacles were too tight and had long since began to dig into his wrists, causing blood to trickle painfully down his arms. It had dried now at least, leaving long red marks in some wild tattoo across his flesh. His feet were standing in a small pool of freezing cold water. He had long since lost feeling in his soles and stood now only because the bar made to keep his legs open forced him to do so.

Aladdin sighed. What was the point of capturing him just to let him rot in the cells?

The sound of a door opening above and footsteps coming down the stairs. Aladdin grit his teeth at the harsh clinking of boots against his ears. There were no sounds here. Not unless it was that damn familiar flying down to make sure the captive had not escaped. He had not seen his new master since his enslavement. It was only the soft glow of torch light that told him when the person had arrived. There were half a dozen clinks, the sound of locks being undone and a dark shadow blotted out the warm fire glow.

A face, beautiful as evil and pale as death came into view and smiled. "Hello Aladdin." Mozenrath said, his face set in an amused grin. "How are we today?"

Aladdin looked up at his captor. "Just fine thank you for asking. The cuffs are just a wee bit tight though now that you mention it."

Mozenrath chuckled. "Sorry about that. There not used to holding anything more than a emaciated corpse while I transform it into one of my servants." He snapped his fingers and a small group of mamlucks came in, each baring an oddly shaped objects covered in red silk. Mozenrath took a seat on a silver gilded chair and waited patiently until the items were arranged to his desire. "Sorry I haven't been down here the past week. I have been rather busy securing Agrabah as my kingdom."

"No problem. I mean being a sadistic despot doesn't leave much time for anything else." Aladdin bit back sharply.

"Ah." Mozenrath stood up. "You know I missed this." He slid a hand across Aladdin's chin. "This witty banter of ours is always so stimulating." With a sudden movement his palm came across Aladdin's face in a hard slap. "I'll have to teach you better manners street rat."

Aladdin coughed slightly and licked the inside of his cheek. He breathed in and out carefully as Mozenrath walked over to the objects. "What are you doing?" he asked, careful to keep his voice even.

The sorcerer gave a dark chuckle. "What else? I've waited a very long time to have you at my mercy hero. And at long last…" he turned around, the smooth black leather of a whip stretched between his hands. "…I am going to teach you some respect."

"You can't be serious." Aladdin said and tried to laugh. Mozenrath let out a long, cruel chuckle.

"Oh I'm assure you Aladdin I am quite sincere." He gestured and the mamlucks came forward. One held Aladdin still while the other took a knife and began to rip his vest from his body. It wasn't until the bone like hands wrapped around his belt and began to undo it that Aladdin became afraid.

"Wait! What are you…stop!" he gasped out and the knife cut through the fabric, ripping it from his body and leaving him all but exposed before his nemesis.

"Oh come now Aladdin. Surely your not going to weaken this easily?" Mozenrath snapped the whip in the air to get the feel of it. "I was looking forward to breaking you down slowly."

Aladdin grit his teeth and glared at the wizard. "Well sorry to disturb your spot you perverted ass!" he wished so badly that he could have been left his pants at least. All that now covered him was a simple fabric, wrapped around his groin area as underwear. It would not hold up against a whip for long.

Mozenrath walked closer to him. "You know there is a way to keep me from doing this." He whispered, bringing his cheek up against Aladdin's to whisper in his ear. Aladdin was surprised to find the sorcerers flesh warm as a blanket against the chill of his own body. "Submit to me." He said.

"Haven't I already? I gave myself in tithe…a willing slave to save my kingdom from destruction." Aladdin felt himself shiver when Mozenrath ran the tail of the whip against his ribs.

"I'm no fool Aladdin." Mozenrath said callously. "I know your pride, your unbending act of self sacrifice. You think I'm actually going to allow you to keep that?" Mozenrath grabbed Aladdin's chin and dug his nails in. "You think I will let you keep the image of yourself, a pious hero forced to bow before the dark throne to give you hope." With a sudden lunge Mozenrath bow down onto Aladdin's lips, his teeth savagely cutting into the hero's tender flesh, blood welled up and he relented, watching the red liquid dribble down the dark tanned chin. "I will make you subject to me Aladdin. When I am done you will beg me…as your master…to show mercy." He leaned forward, not failing to notice the flinch on Aladdin's face as he did so, and kissed the younger man as gently as he could. His tongue found the cut he had made and lapped at it tasting the street rats blood like wine.

Aladdin suddenly felt his head released and stared, wide eyed, at Mozenrath. He…he hadn't expect this. Had the wizard gone completely mad? He tried to back away as Mozenrath reached forward again, but the chains did not give. "Mozenrath…what are you…" the sorcerer placed a single finger against his lips, shushing the man.

"You'll learn to accept it." He said softly and walked around behind Aladdin. "I'll teach you." "Get ready." He advised and brought the whip above his head.

Aladdin had never felt the touch of the lash before. It was the definition of pain. The sound of the snap against his skin, followed by a sudden, shocking sensation of torn flesh. He trembled as the air parted for the next blow. Again the cracking leather fell onto his body, and again he forced his mouth shut not to scream. He bit his tongue, attempting to concentrate of something else, but it was no use. Mozenrath raised the whip and continued to lay blows onto his skin.

Mozenrath watched carefully as Aladdin tried to bare the torture. He wasn't laying into the street rat as hard as he could have. Oh the whip would leave marks that it would take time to heal, but no scars. No scars. He could not bare to think of such perfect, olive tanned skin marked by the white tissue of scars. But still, the street rat wasn't screaming. He needed to break that boys will. Lowering his aim, Mozenrath began to lay the whip against Aladdin's thighs.

Aladdin screeched as the lashing was put to the soft flesh of his exposed thighs. Spark flashed and colored dots swarmed in his vision as he felt another and another rip into him.

"That's more like it." Said Mozenrath, a little out of breath. He set the whip down and walked over to the hero's sagging frame. "See now, doesn't it feel better just to get it all out?"

"Fuck you!" Aladdin spat in Mozenrath's face, surprised he had anything to spit at all. The blood and liquid landed on the mans cheek and Mozenrath sneered. He took a piece of Aladdin's shredded clothing and wiped it off.

"All in good time Aladdin." He promised and headed back over to the pile of cloths. From under one he withdrew a long, thin, cylindrical object and seemed to examine it for a while. "That should do. " he said with satisfaction and gripped it in his hand. "I think…with a little practice…you'll really enjoy this little toy." His grin was as cold as ice and Aladdin knew he could not hide his fear.

Mozenrath extended his magic and Aladdin felt the chains loosen from the ceiling till he was bent forward. The sudden slack, allowing his body to move for the first time in a week was more painful than the whipping and he yelped as it stopped shot. It looked as though he was bowing in Mozenrath's direction. "I won't enjoy anything you do to me Mozenrath." Aladdin said weakly.

"Oh but you will. In time you will beg for punishment like this." Mozenrath promised and slid his hand along Aladdin's injured thighs. The touch was soft, caressing, even gentle. Aladdin suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Shuush…your quivering." Mozenrath said tauntingly. "If I didn't know better I'd even say you were anticipating this."

Aladdin felt his face grow red. "You're a perverted bastard Mozenr…!" He gasped as the warm gauntlet encased the bulge of his manhood through the fabric. "Ahhhhh! Wait…! Ohhhhhhh!" he yelled out as the fingers began to play along his covered shaft. "Mozenrath you twisted snake!" he groaned and the sorcerer began to trace the outline of his undergarment. Mozenrath position gave Aladdin an unintended view betwixt the sorcerers legs. Aladdin bit his lip as he realized how the bulge in Mozenrath

S pants was growing.

"What's wrong Aladdin? Does it feel good? Do you like to be toyed with?" Mozenrath reached under the cusp of his pelvis and through the fabric to grasp Aladdin's member. He could see the little hairs on the street rats neck standing on end as he toyed with it, stroking up and down until the muscles began to harden. "That's it." He encouraged, stroking faster and faster. Aladdin felt his throat and chest tighten.

Mozenrath suddenly backed away, and in the same instant a bucket of freezing cold water was thrown over him. "Ah!" he screamed as another was tossed over his naked flesh. The iciness of it stung down to his core. He shivered in the cold and gasped for air, his system shocked. His hardening shaft had gone flaccid in a second and he felt his thighs constricting painfully.

Mozenrath laughed. "Sorry…but you have been down here a rather long time. You offend Aladdin." He remarked and was quite amused by the look of hatred he received. He pushed his hand against the cusp of Aladdin's buttocks and began to pull off the covering fabric. Aladdin turned his head away, ashamed that he had shrunken against the cold water. "Now that won't do at all." He tsked and began to gingerly rub the shaft up and down.

"Mozenrath…" Aladdin whimpered and felt the warmth of the fleshed grip seep into his skin. "Oh god I'm so cold…" he whispered, not thinking it loud enough to be heard. The chilly climate of the Citadel, the wind, the frozen stoned of the dungeon, and the ice bath he'd just received made him throb all over.

Mozenrath nodded and summoned another bucket of water, this one deliciously hot and bubbling. As one hand continued stroking Aladdin, the other took malicious pleasure in the use of a wash cloth, rubbing the warm, soapy liquid against Aladdin's flesh. Aladdin groaned as his body began to feel clean again. He knew he would pay for this treatment somehow. He dreaded discovering what Mozenrath would do next. But for a brief moment there was only the warmth and touch of another human being.

"Better?" Mozenrath purred curiously and Aladdin nodded, not raising his head. "Good." He suddenly lifted the long, rounded object in front of Aladdin's face. "Open your mouth Aladdin." He ordered. Aladdin bit his lip and looked fearfully from the toy to Mozenrath's face. The sorcerer shrugged. "Fine. But it will be much more painful if it's not wet first."

Slowly, Aladdin opened his lips, tilting his head back acceptingly. There was nothing he could do to prevent this. He realized. All he could think of was to endure until he could free himself or until help came. He would have to obey Mozenrath. So as the tip of the item came to touch his lips, he took it down, moistening the smooth, unidentified material.

"There we go.' Mozenrath said approvingly. "Take it in deep, move your tongue across the base." He encouraged. Aladdin obeyed, closing his eyes. The toy was not a perfect cylinder. It had a strangely enlarged tip and long, snakelike ridges along the base. He felt over each and every one with his tongue until Mozenrath's began to stroke the side of his cheek patiently. Finally it was pulled from his mouth and Aladdin ducked his head back down to avoid showing his glistening eyes.

"Now now Aladdin. Don't weep. I know your stronger than this." He rubbed Aladdin's thick black hair with an air of affection. "I'm sure your princess and djinn are running to your rescue right this second on that flying rug of yours." He grinned viciously. "Of course how your beloved will react when she sees you like this will be quite amusing…"

Aladdin felt anger boil over in him, lending it's strength. "Shut up! You know damn well why I did this Mozenrath!" He hollered despite the hoarseness of his throat. "Why else would I subject myself to you?"

"Ah…you speak of the child in Jasmine's belly." Mozenrath sighed. "Don't worry about that Aladdin. I keep my word. No harm will come to your wench or your whelp now that Agrabah is mine." He pulled strands of sweat soaked hair away from Aladdin's face, staring deep into the beautiful brown eyes. "As long as you remember who is master now I have no reason to harm them." He brought his lips close, just barely slipping them over Aladdin's to feel the skin. Mozenrath then pulled Aladdin's lower lip into his mouth, warming them, nibbling along the edges and humming sweet little vibrations against them. Through out the kiss Aladdin went stock still, refusing to react or show acknowledgment that he was being kissed.

When Mozenrath finally released him from the dizzying show of affection, Aladdin nodded. "I will remember. As long as you keep your word I will keep mine." He promised. What else could he do…especially now.

Mozenrath smiled and snapped his fingers. The chains suddenly came loose and Aladdin felt himself fall to the floor. Before he could brace for impact, strong arms, stronger than he would have suspected, caught him and brought him to face Mozenrath. "Kiss me Aladdin…" the sorcerer said.

Aladdin blushed from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. "Wha…what?"

Mozenrath chuckled. "I want to see you responding to more than pain Aladdin." He lifted the younger man so that they might meet eye to eye. "I know I can make you scream in agony…" he brought his hand against Aladdin's chest and felt along the hardened muscle structure there. "But can I make you wail another way?"

Aladdin closed his eyes and jerked his head to the side. "Moze…I don…I don't know anything about…" his cheeks turned so warm he felt on fire.

"I will teach you…" Mozenrath encouraged softly. "I can be a kind master Aladdin…give me the chance to prove that to you." He forced Aladdin to look at him and slowly probed Aladdin's lips open with two of his fingers. "Like this, show you want my mouth on yours." He instructed. Aladdin whimpered but complied. "Mozenrath grazed past his reddened mouth but did not come in full contact. Aladdin still sat there, supported by the wizard but afraid. Unwilling to push.

"Aladdin…Aladdin Aladdin." Mozenrath said gently. "You know she will not come for you." Mozenrath said and Aladdin stared at him in shock. "I know you told her told your Jasmine to stay safe and sound till the baby is born. And then, when she has her little reminder of you in her arms she will not risk losing him to rescue you." He saw the harsh reality of the truth dawning on Aladdin. Jasmine now had a kingdom to keep together and a child to worry for. None of the other royals or nobles gave a hangnail about his fate as long as their lives did not change. Genie might rescue him…but no, he had made his blue friend swear to protect the unborn infant.

He had no one now.

And for the first time since finding his mothers dead body, Aladdin felt utterly alone.

Mozenrath allow him to weep. It surprised him, the tenderness he was allowing himself to experience for the street rat. True he had greeted his new slave with expected harshness for years of humiliation and defeat. But now that his revenge was completed there was little point in continuing the torture. He could control Aladdin just as completely by giving him the one thing he could not turn to anywhere else for.

"Cry it out Aladdin." He said. "I won't stop you." Mozenrath promised. He held Aladdin until the sobs died down and the street rats frail and bruised body lay limp in his arms. "Are you hungry?" he asked quietly and felt Aladdin's hair brush against his fabric in a nod. Mozenrath gestured and a plate floated down to the floor. He took off the covering and the smell of fruit and bread lingered in the air. Aladdin felt his mouth water as though he had not eaten in months. Palace life had spoiled him. In his street rat days he had gone weeks before without food.

Mozenrath took a sharp knife and cut the bread, the steam lifting into the air. He spread a bit of butter on it and supported Aladdin against his chest. "Open your mouth." He ordered and Aladdin did so. He let the man take a big bite and chew it down. The groan the erupted from Aladdin's mouth could not have been sweeter if produced by orgasm. "Go on. Eat. You'll need your strength."

Aladdin would have fell upon the food with ravenous abandon save for his hands still chained behind his back. He moaned and looked longingly at the plate of sliced fruit and bread and felt his stomach cave into his spine. He was simply too weak to feed himself.

But Mozenrath again showed what kindness he could possess. He took a slice of apple and bit off half of it. Without chewing, he lifted Aladdin's mouth to his and pressed their lips together. Slowly, he edged the apple from between his lips and into Aladdin's. Once the young man realized what he was doing, he opened his jaw eagerly to accept more food. Mozenrath continued this bizarre parody of mother and baby bird until he could tell that Aladdin was getting full. His starved stomach couldn't hold too much at one shot, so over feeding him would only make the man vomit up everything.

This time, when he lowered his lips, he felt Aladdin give a hesitant, but intention kiss on them. "Yes…" Mozenrath whispered and Aladdin looked up at him through big brown eyes. He bit his lip, as if contemplating what he had just done, then suddenly pushed forward and gripped Mozenrath as hard as he could, slamming his lips full force onto the sorcerer.

Mozenrath hummed, pleased to see where this was going. He reached around behind Aladdin's head and wound his fingers around the neck, massaging the sore muscles there. He pulled Aladdin closed into his, making it so that their bodies were deathly close. His hands wandered the curved of Aladdin's body eagerly, enjoying the frightened little yelps Aladdin would give when he discovered a ticklish or painful spot. He suddenly stood up, pulling Aladdin with him. "I'm going to take us somewhere a little more comfortable." He said and lifted the edge of his cloak.

Aladdin murmured something but nodded and held onto Mozenrath's frame for support. When he opened his eyes he saw a lovely bedroom, decorated with silver, black and indigo blue spread out before them. "This…this is your…" he said shaking.

"My bedchambers yes." He looked down at Aladdin and arched an eyebrow. "Unless of course you'd prefer we continue this in the dungeon."

Suddenly the situation became all too real in Aladdin's mind. Mozenrath was going to…he would…they would…

Somehow in the dungeon it had all seemed more like torture, the chains biting into his skin, the whip marks painful every time he was forced to move. But now, with the silks of the sheets wafting in the breeze and the smell of juniper in the air, it seemed more like the chambers of newly weds than a sadist's pleasure cell. Aladdin suddenly felt faint and his legs slipped underneath him.

Once again, Mozenrath caught his slave and took Aladdin into his arms. "Hush now." He said and began to bring Aladdin, not to the bed, but to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you off and treat the marks on your back before anything else." He promised.

"I…I can clean myself." Aladdin said but Mozenrath shook his head.

"No. I don't quite trust you alone yet. I intend to keep you close to me at every moment Aladdin." He said and Aladdin closed his eyes.

Aladdin was placed on a bench while the sorcerer filled the bath tub and poured soothing aloe oil into the water. "Please…Mozenrath…" Aladdin whispered and watched Mozenrath's head turn to acknowledge him. "I'll serve you…I'll wash and cook and whatever else but…" he snapped his mouth shut and felt as though he was going to weep again. "I don't….I've never even…"

Mozenrath shook his head. "Aladdin. You must comprehend your position and mine. You are my slave." He punctuated each word strongly. "I will do with you and your body whatever I wish. If that means you will scrub my Citadel from top to bottom than so be it. If that means I want to bend you over and take you…" he grinned and twirled on of Aladdin's locks of hair around his finger. "So be it."

Aladdin felt a tightening in his body and was unsure where it came from. "Oh no Mozenrath please…" he backed away from the sorcerer. "I've never…"

"Now don't look so terrified. I'm not going to break you open." He caressed Aladdin's cheek. "I'll be careful as long as you don't resist." Mozenrath lead Aladdin to the bath tub and helped him in, than began to strip himself down. He slipped into the tub, well aware that Aladdin was looking away. Mozenrath grinned maliciously and gestured to the hero. "Come here Aladdin." He ordered.

Aladdin nudged himself less than an inch closer. Suddenly a frustrated growl came from Mozenrath and the wizard grabbed Aladdin's arm. He yanked the young body close to him and did not release, even when Aladdin yelled in pain. "Remember your promise Aladdin." He warned and forced the hero to sit on his lap.

Aladdin made a strangled sound and pushed back against Mozenrath's chest as he felt the hard member between his thighs. Worse, his own member began to harden at the thoughts going through his mind and now pressed ridged against Mozenrath's firm, lean stomach.

Mozenrath frowned. This was not going well. He slowly took the palms of Aladdin's hands and placed them on his pectorals. "Feel me hero." He said tenderly. "Touch where you want unless I say otherwise. You need to know how to please me."

The street rat closed his eyes and turned away, but obeyed. But even through his eyelids he knew what was there. A long, taunt body, muscular, but all of it tightly bound to his frame. Each inch of flesh was perfectly pale and beautiful. His fingers splayed out across the belly and over the ribs. Mozenrath groaned lightly as Aladdin's strong fingers strayed nearer his pelvis, but the noise made his new slave shy away and travel back up.

The hot water swirled between the two of them in silence. Aladdin made only one, small noise, as Mozenrath's fingers began to play over his body as well, discovering it anew. He was…against his will…aroused by it. His body began to slowly arch towards Mozenrath, popping the suds on the surface. The wizard made a pleased noise and swept Aladdin to him, pushing his hand down low and stroking Aladdin's hardened organ.

"Ahhhhh!" Aladdin wailed, gripping Mozenrath's shoulder and bringing his head to rest there. "Moze…"

"For someone so protestant you certainly yell loud enough." He hummed and wrapped his nimble fingers around the shaft. Aladdin slowly began to buck into the pleasuring hand as Mozenrath continued his playing. He made little noises along the way, small whines and gasps of obvious pleasure that echoed in the marble bathroom. Slowly, almost as if not at all, Mozenrath moved his hand down Aladdin's spine, across his hips, and along the slide of his ass. With a sudden movement he pushed the first little digit of his finger inside. The reaction was automatic.

Aladdin winced and tightened his sphincter, intentionally trying to push the touch away. Mozenrath frowned, his brow deepening and pushed the rest of his finger in rather roughly.

Aladdin grit his teeth and turned his face away. He was filled with a strong sense of invasion, but still…his body was reacting strangely. He felt his loins growing tighter and his body squirming to get closer to Mozenrath. He didn't hurt yet, but his body felt strange, confused. He closed his eyes and whimpered in frustration.

Mozenrath chuckled and searched in his clothing for the misplaced toy. He showed it to Aladdin briefly and took delight when the young mans eyes followed it's path under the water. "Oh god Moze no!" he begged and suddenly surged forward as the tip of it touched his anal entry. "Moze…nnnnnuuu"

He had good reason to be afraid. It was not large, but a great deal bigger than a finger or two. "Hush now Aladdin." Mozenrath smiled and withdrew his finger. He took his thigh and forced Aladdin's open. He then gripped the side of Aladdin's ass cheek and pulled them in opposite directions as wide as he could, leaving the virgin space exposed. "You'll learn to like it." He promised and bent Aladdin's face into his neck. He began to push the narrow end into Aladdin and chuckled as every muscle in the street rat tensed.

Aladdin felt a screech catch in his throat. It started out small, but as the object went deeper he could feel it twisting his flesh in a deliciously slow circle. He bit down on his own arm as it widened inside him, pulling his little tunnel apart painfully. He let out a strangled sob and Mozenrath kissed his shoulder sympathetically.

"I know. I know it hurts." He whispered. "But that part is unavoidable." He nuzzled into Aladdin and hummed. "I'll make it easier soon." He began to feed more of the toy into Aladdin's body.

The hero felt tears slip down his cheeks and struggled to hide them. Mozenrath didn't know…he couldn't know… But beyond the stretching, aching pain of penetration, was the warm, fulfilling blossom of pleasure, slowly begging him to take the thing deeper.

"There we are." Mozenrath said suddenly and Aladdin opened his eyes. He suddenly realized that he had begun to push against the object, sliding it in and out of his body. He shook his head frantically and started to push away.

Mozenrath forbid it, yanking him close and kissing him ferociously. "Now don't start that again." He ordered. "Why resist hero? You think I'm blind?" he laughed and pushed the toy in deeper. Aladdin arched and wailed shamelessly. "Your enjoying this. You like to be penetrated. And unless I'm mistaking…your enjoying being controlled."

"Wha….what!" Aladdin reared back.

Mozenrath grinned knowingly. "Think of it hero. You've spent your whole life being so pure, so honest and perfect. You even honored Jasmine's chastity until marriage didn't you?" He saw Aladdin nod with great embarrassment and chuckled. "When have you done anything questionable…at least sexually. Did you ever tie up your fair princess or suggest something kinky? Or were you just satisfied to be getting laid." Mozenrath pushed the toy in up to the hilt and bit down hard on Aladdin's nipple. "I know what kind of a person you are Aladdin. You crave adventure…you seek danger. You could never be satisfied with missionary position every night."

Aladdin gripped Mozenrath with a painfully tight hold as the toy inside him suddenly began to expand outwards. "NUUUGH! Moze….OH GOD MOZE!" he yelled and felt his body screeching for more.

"You need this Aladdin. Think about it. You're a captive slave, being forced against your will. None of this is your fault. You can't help it any more than you can stop it." He gently licked along the edges of Aladdin's body. "It's a good feeling…isn't it." He lapped down Aladdin's abdomen and spread the toy wider.

Aladdin felt his breathing grow heavy as he ass was pulled open. He shivered and cried out. "Please…please Mozenrath…nyahhh!"

"Please what? Do you want me to stop…or give…you…more!" Mozenrath sent a jolt of magic through the object and it began to twitch back and forth rapidly. Aladdin whined and began to move up and down, letting the toy stretch him further and further.

Mozenrath…I…I….please it's painful…." Aladdin moaned and snapped his mouth shut, eyes scrunched up in beautiful agony.

"But what aren't you telling me Aladdin?" Said Mozenrath with a vicious grin. "It hurts to be stretched…but what else do you feel?"

Aladdin shook his head. "I can't….ahhhhhugh!"

Mozenrath suddenly rammed the toy in up to it's hilt, the little vibrations making Aladdin's thighs shake. "Please! Please Moze…don't stop!"

Mozenrath paused a moment, looking up at Aladdin's humiliated face. "What was that?"

"Please…don't stop…Mozenrath just don't stop!" Aladdin bellowed.

"So you are enjoying this." Mozenrath hummed and curved Aladdin down for a kiss. The hero plunged himself into it, whimpering in the cutest way. His body was begging, screaming for more discover. He knew by instinct that the pain would eventually subside…that something grand would follow. But all he could do now was press it. Mozenrath chuckled and pulled the toy away, leaving Aladdin sore and reddened between his cheeks.

Aladdin gave a groan of disruption and felt hot water poured between his ass. He fell against Mozenrath's chest and closed his eyes. What would come now?

"I have a surprise for you Aladdin." Said Mozenrath suddenly. Aladdin was surprised to feel himself picked up and supported, water and suds dripping off his sides. Mozenrath did not bother to dry him as he carried Aladdin to the bed and lay the street rat down on the silken sheets. "There…comfortable?" he asked and Aladdin gave a jerking nod. "Oh now look…I seem to have harmed you…" he touched a finger to Aladdin's opening and the street rat let out a squeak.

Mozenrath gave a queer grin. "Don't worry hero. I intend to kiss it better." Aladdin could not find it in himself to stop the sorcerer as he bent down low and placed his lips to Aladdin's reddened, puckered entry. He did not hesitate but slid his tongue around the raw flesh, lapping up at the little creases and tasting bathwater. Aladdin closed his eyes and writhed against Mozenrath's mouth, his body over come with sensation.

Without warning, Mozenrath plunged his tongue is as far as he could manage, drawing it in and out, flickering against the outside only to quell a little of the fire raging inside his slaves body. Aladdin arched and bucked against the oncoming penetration, loudly (if inarticulately) pleading for more. Mozenrath rose from his position and rubbed Aladdin's inner thighs with the back of his hand, testing the reaction.

Aladdin looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes. He quivered, his body in the thrall of such intense sensations. He gasped inadvertently as Mozenrath rose up, displaying his proud, rigid member. How he had kept it hardened for so long, Aladdin could not guess. It seemed hours ago that he had been trapped in the dungeon, being whipped by the same sorcerer who was now forcing his body to experience all this.

But he was a little afraid to see the shaft now. Aladdin's was sizeable enough, but Mozenrath's bordered on huge. "Are you ready Aladdin?" Mozenrath asked with an arched brow. The hero gave a low whimper, his thighs shivering as Mozenrath rubbed his hands along them to spread his legs. "Don't be so afraid. I've taken measures to stretch you out properly. This should only hurt for a little while."

Aladdin gave a gasp as Mozenrath conjured a thick, wet liquid between his fingers and slid it around the tightened opening. "Moze…" he shuddered in ecstasy as the sorcerer slipped a finger inside, wiggling it around for a moment before continuing to spread the lubrication around his own hardened shaft. "Mozenrath please…" Aladdin pushed the flat of his palms against Mozenrath's chest as the sorcerers weight came down on top of him.

"Relax your body Aladdin. The more you resist the more it will hurt. And I've had enough of causing you pain." Mozenrath drew his legs open, settling his pale thighs against Aladdin's tanned ones. He carefully pressed the head of his cock to the tender opening. "Shuuush." He cupped Aladdin's ass apart with his fingers, spreading the cheeks as wide as he could and began to push his rod inside.

Aladdin's jaw opened in a silent scream. His ass was already stretched, but apparently not enough. The head was roughly rubbing against the outside. Mozenrath readjusted for a moment and began to press again. He gave a grunt, his face straining for a moment as a small pop resounded in the air. Aladdin yelped and dug his finger nails into the pillows. "Mozenrath!" he hollered, the sudden fullness making him whimper.

"That's it Aladdin." Mozenrath chuckled, slipping more lubricant between them and popping the hard head of his cock in and out of the entry. As he was sure the street rat was pulled enough, he backed his thighs away and began to force himself in inch by inch, each little thrust widening the too tight pink star. The hero screeched, though in pleasure or pain it was impossible to tell.

Again Mozenrath widened the cheek and began to push deeper. Aladdin made a sudden lurch and grasped hold of the wizard's shoulders. "Moze….nyyyuha!" he felt his cheeks flush bright pink and watched as Mozenrath began to smile. "Moze….nnnnah…I don't think I can….ahhhnah!"

"But you are Aladdin." Mozenrath whispered, biting his lip in pleasure. "I'm so deep inside you already. Can't you feel it?" He gave a thrust and Aladdin arched, mouth open in obvious ecstasy. "There we are. I can be good to you Aladdin." He promised, bucking back and forth. He clutched Aladdin's thighs and suddenly slammed himself in up to the hilt, the reaction a beautiful cacophony of anguish and ecstasy. He began to buck with rhythmic timing, laying his lean body atop Aladdin, thrusting, pummeling the man thoroughly.

Aladdin took each stroke, his eyes glossy with sweet desire. He was gone. The witty, charismatic hero had disappeared under the sweet need building in his body. As Mozenrath's hardness filled him up, his flesh began to react to it. The burning coming in waves over his body, the rush of sweet relief when Mozenrath bent low to kiss his lips possessively, it wound his up from top to bottom. He grit his teeth, trying…pleading with himself not to feel it, but it was too late.

Mozenrath pulled Aladdin's ass farther apart, his hips falling into slamming deeper and deeper into Aladdin. "My how tight you are…so warm and willing." He teased and Aladdin groaned, his eyes closed. "Oh no hero." Mozenrath smirked. "Look at me." He ordered with a firm, beautiful thrust, burying himself up to the hilt. "Look at me. I want you to know exactly who's doing this to you." Aladdin made a noise of protest. "Look!" he grabbed Aladdin's hair and forced the soft brown eyes on him.

Aladdin gasped, and without another thought slammed his lips onto Mozenrath. "Moze…yes!"

"So you do enjoy it?" Mozenrath said and chuckled, taking Aladdin's hips in his hands and pummeling him harder. Aladdin screeched but began to accompany the movement with his own thrusts. He had no experience in this area, so his timing was off. But it hardly mattered. Mozenrath had enough skill to make up for it. He angled his body, pulling himself nearly all the way out only to slam forward again, jarring Aladdin's body to new heights.

Mozenrath moaned atop Aladdin, his cock twitching inside the younger man. He had, at best, expected a little relief from this encounter. But he was happily surprised to discover Aladdin was a magnificent fuck. The street rat was unbelievably tight, his ass contracting and pulsing around the thickness with a beautiful pressure. The muscular, tanned body provided an excellent bed for his needs and Aladdin himself…

Needless to say he was thrilled to see the street rat writhe at his touch. He moaned and felt Aladdin's cheeks tighten around his cock, almost as if pulling him in deeper. He laughed and began relentlessly slamming as far as he could, arching Aladdin's lower body into his lap. "Take it Aladdin!" he ordered. "Take ever last inch." He gave a heavy thrust and Aladdin screamed again.

"Moze! Please…your too big!" Aladdin begged as he felt soreness spread across his rear. "Please I can't take much more!"

"Now don't be a weakling Aladdin." Mozenrath slid out part way, leaving just the stretching tip of himself inside. Carefully he lifted Aladdin's hip, pushing forward until he had Aladdin folded practically in half, his ass left completely exposed. "You will take it until I say otherwise." He slammed to full length of himself back in, pushing Aladdin's body for all it was worth.

Aladdin closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a soundless moan. His was being pulled in every direction. Deep inside of his body he could feel a wild, insatiable hunger, growling with the want to be sated. Mozenrath was tickling it, giving it just enough from exploding but in truth…through all the pain and aching he could feel…Aladdin wanted more. He would take everything. He would take because his body needed whatever it was Mozenrath was providing.

Mozenrath suddenly slid out and Aladdin wailed with emptiness. His cock, so hard it would come with a touch ached for release and Mozenrath sat back, smiling. "What's wrong Al…" he grinned, showing white, even teeth. "You look frustrated."

"Mozenrath…damn it don't do this to me…" Aladdin begged as he managed to uncurl from his position, crawling across the sheets.

"Do what?" The sorcerer grinned, stroking the length of his shaft. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Oh Allah!" he whimpered and lay down, pushing his face into the pillows. "Moze please!" Aladdin cried. "What do you want?" he asked pleadingly. "Mozenrath I'm burning up inside."

"Beg me." Mozenrath said, stroking his cock. "Beg you master properly Aladdin and I may be kind."

Aladdin gasped and moved as if by instinct. He groped the pillows underneath him, using them to support his lust weakened frame. He bent close to the headboard, giving Mozenrath a perfect view of his heart shaped ass. "Mozen...master…" Aladdin spread his legs a little, the red flush across his cheeks unobscured by his sweat soaked hair across his eyes. He saw, for the first time, a strange pink blush cross Mozenrath's surprised face. Aladdin bit his lip, pulling open his cheeks to show off his perfectly reddened ass. "Master…fuck me."

Mozenrath hesitated only a second, shocked that Aladdin had complied so quickly. He grasped Aladdin's hip and quickly slammed the full length of himself in, the resulting moan of pleasure from Aladdin only heightening his desire. With a groan and began to thrust in harder and harder, Aladdin bucking like a mad man against the hot penetration. He could feel the tips of Mozenrath's fingers digging into his flesh, pulling him back.

"Moze!" Aladdin screamed, the flesh of his lions and pelvis tightening. The little knot within him was being teased unmercifully. He needed to explode, his body had taken too much already. Any more and he felt as though his heart might stop!

"Do you need to come Aladdin?" Mozenrath asked gently, slowing down his thrusts till his cock rubbed angrily slow on the inside. Aladdin shook his head vigorously. The sorcerer laughed, pumping himself hard inside Aladdin's worn body. "You've been doing very well hero…perhaps I should allow you to." In truth he was nearly climax himself. Aladdin was such a tight little bastard, every inch had been a fight to conquer. Now cock twitch inside Aladdin's body, throbbing, aching.

With no warning Aladdin found himself being pummeled inside, each heavy movement making him whimper. A warm, firm hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke in time, feeding the energy. "Mozenrath!" Aladdin shrieked and completely fell into the sorcerers arms, giving his body over entirely to whatever the necromancer deemed to do with it.

Mozenrath felt him constricting tighter and tighter. He fucked Aladdin's body mercilessly, ensuring that the hero felt every bit as much pleasure as he himself did. He roared in ecstasy, his body finally enveloped in pleasure as Aladdin gave a long, weary groan beneath him. Mozenrath spilled his seed deep in Aladdin's frame, thrusting in one or twice more just to make sure. His hand was sticky with the street rats seamen and he chuckled, licking the white fluid off.

Aladdin fell back to the silky sheets of the bed, his body so tired he could not stay awake a moment longer. Mozenrath caressed his cheek softy and laughed wickedly. "Congratulations Aladdin." He said in a mocking voice. "You've just become a mommy." He patted the hero's stomach with a confident air and watched as Aladdin's eyes widened.