S-Series Characters
T-Toys
B-Bondage
D-Domination
SM-Sadomasochism
YA-Yaoi
BF-Bodily Fluids
BLD-Blood
GRP-Group Sex
MAS-Masturbation
HUM-Humiliation
TORT-Torture
(For my dear friend Bestia!)
"Here you are!"
Aladdin leapt up, the pretty young woman beside him mimicking his reactions. "There're after me!" he exclaimed, suddenly turning as he realized the woman too had spoke, her words just as frightened as his own. "There're after you!" he pointed at her.
The cracking of a board came from the hallway stairs. Aladdin turned. The guards were slicing through the blocks he'd put in. if they didn't watch it the whole building would come down. He had to get out.
"Father must have sent them to…"
"Do you trust me?" Aladdin said quickly, looking out of the hole in his wall bellow.
"What?" The woman's soft hazel eyes looked at him apprehensively. After all she'd known him all of three hours.
"Do you trust me?" he asked again, pushing his hand forward desperately.
She grit her teeth and slipped her own silky hand into his callused one. This girl had never worked a day in her life. Not a scar or line crossed her flesh. "Y…yes." She finally said.
"Then jump!" Aladdin hollered, pulling her over the ledge with him. The lines of cloths and mud brick buildings soared by as they fell to the ground. They landed, maybe not as softly as he'd expected, in a pile of sand and hay. Aladdin stood quickly, taking hold of the woman's hand and turning down a corner.
A hard chest slammed into him as a massive, burly hand grabbed hold of his vest. "We just keep running into each other don't we street rat?" Rasoul, the chief guard with a gapped tooth smile mocked. Aladdin struggled in his grip. Suddenly Rasoul dropped him, pulling at his turban atop his head and trying to catch hold of the clamoring monkey perched atop him.
"Run!" Aladdin yelled as they headed down the ally way. "Go on get out of here!" He threw her in another direction as the troop of guards cornered them. A screech resounded and Aladdin saw Abu being thrown into a jar. Rasoul reached forward and caught his back, throwing him into the guards arms.
"It's the dungeons for you boy!" He hollered, a cruel laugh echoing in the darkened streets.
To Aladdin's surprise he saw the young woman turn back for him, pounding on the burly guards arm. "Let him go!" she demanded.
"Well lookie here men!" Rasoul tossed her off like a cow does a fly. "A street mouse." He chuckled, looked down at the woman as if deciding what to do with her.
"Unhand him!" she ordered, throwing back her hood to reveal a beautiful face and regal baring. "By order of the princess."
Rasoul seemed stunned for a moment, as did the rest of the guards still struggling with Aladdin. Rasoul gave a gasp of recognition. "Princess Jasmine." He spoke and immediately they all bowed.
"The princess?" Aladdin whispered quizzically.
"What are you doing outside the palace?" Rasoul asked. "And with this street rat?" he gestured disdainfully at Aladdin.
"That is not your concern." Jasmine answered angrily. "Do as I command. Release him!" she said it with the air of someone used to being obeyed without question. Rasoul looked nervous for a moment.
"I would princess." He said in a placating tone. "But my orders come from Jafar." He shifted blame automatically and the guards began to drag him out of sigh, their hands unrelenting on his skin. "You'll have to take it up with him."
Aladdin felt a sharp knock on the back of his head, making the world in front of his eyes grow fuzzy. Everything began to go dark around him and he groaned, slumping to the ground. A hard laugh sounded above him and a boot slammed into his side.
"I don't know what you were doing with the princess boy. But rest assured if one hair on her head is hurt you'll get worse than beheading." Rasoul promised his a delivered a hard blow to the side of his face.
Aladdin made a noise in his throat and fell blessedly out of consciousness.
"Well surely it can not be argued."
"Of course. Filth of this kind have no respect for nobility. And after all you did find them alone together in that hovel."
"I don't think he had time to actually go through with anything. But he's a proven criminal. He's a thief and street rat. All those kind who live in the outskirts of the city have no morality what so ever."
"So our fair princess…you think her virtue remains?"
Aladdin groaned and shook himself around, looking up towards the voices. He was chained to the wall, the massive weights around his wrists bit into his skin. He could tell there were two people. One of the voices he recognized as Rasoul. The other seemed to come from a tall, thin shadow and flouted with an air of high born privilege.
"I would say so Lord." Rasoul answered. "But still, just because he didn't actually get around to committing a crime…"
"Doesn't mean he was not intending to." The man said smoothly. "Very well. The executioner will be here in the morning to behead him. In the meantime…" he could nearly feel the venom dripping from the words. "You may proceed with any interrogation methods you and your men deem necessary."
"Yes my Lord." Rasoul said with an odd tone and the door closed, leaving Aladdin wondering who had come and gone. The door to his chamber opened wide as the shadow of Rasoul fell across the dungeon.
Aladdin tried to stand. This was bigger than a few loafs of bread or apples. This was accusation of befouling a princess! He was in deep shit if he ever had been. "Look, I…we didn't do anything." Aladdin started as Rasoul made his way down the stairs, followed by three other men from his city guard.
"Silence filth." Rasoul snapped and quickly brought a backhand to Aladdin's face, smacking the street rat to the wall. "You'll speak when spoke to and not before!" Aladdin's eyes fuzzed in and out of focus as a rope was tied around his neck and another around his hands. Once he seemed bound another guard came forward and undid the chains, shoving the key away in his pocket. Rasoul gave a sudden jerk of the rope, tightening it around Aladdin's throat and pulling him pain full forward in one tug. "Now then, who wants to walk this pathetic dog?" he asked. "How about you Bahir?"
Another guard came forward and took the rope with a vicious grin. "Come on mutt!" he jeered, his lips smiling behind a full beard and thick eyebrows. Aladdin gave a yell of shock as the harsh material wound round his neck squeezed tight and he was dragged across the dirty stone. "Get up you scum!" Bahir commanded and jerked the cord hard, making it press against Aladdin's Adam's apple.
He scrambled, trying through the pulling to push himself up enough. But every time he would just about find his footing one of the guards would yank hard again, nearly choking him to death. "Come! Just…let me get my footing!" A hard hand slammed down across the back of his head and a boot landed on his ass, kicking his two feet forward. "Please!" he shouted angrily. "I haven't even done anything wrong!"
"Says you!" Fakih, a tall, lean guard with slightly darker skin growled out. "It is forbidden to lay hands on a member of the royal family. Even more so if one is as low born as you! " He aimed another kick at Aladdin's side and the boy tried to dodge but was automatically jerked forward on his leash.
"I didn't know she was a princess!" He shouted. "I thought she was just another street rat! Like me!" Aladdin protested and heard a barking laugh from Rasoul and the other guards.
"You really don't get it do you vermin?" Bahir said as they forced Aladdin into the hall stairs and down the tower. "You are being convicted of kidnapping the princess!"
"Kidnapping?" Aladdin's jaw dropped. "But I'm no kidnapper! I mean I've stolen some bread and fruit to survive but kidnapping?"
"Don't get your panties in a twist." The last guard of the four, Najib, said as he unlocked the door at the bottom. "We all know she ran away to avoid an arranged marriage." Aladdin was grabbed by the shoulders and shoved in, his cheek hitting hard stone.
"What?" Aladdin hurriedly pushed himself into a sitting position. "But…but if you know…if she ran away then why?"
"See now this is what comes of having no education." Rasoul smirked. "Don't you get it street rat? You're a scapegoat! No sultan wants to admit he can't control his own daughter. So when we conveniently found a know criminal harboring her. Well why not just tilt the story a little so people think she was an unwilling victim in the whole affair."
"Looks better when the next wooing prince come along." Najib snorted humorlessly.
"But you can't…" Aladdin grit his teeth as Bahir slammed his fist down across Aladdin's jaw, knocking him back. He groaned and rubbed the spot, trying to sit up. "Please damn it!" he yelled, chest burning with injustice. "I'm innocent!"
"Of course you are!" Rasoul hauled him up by the hairs on his head and forced him to stand. "What do you think we've been telling you?"
Aladdin opened his mouth to speak again and was slapped before he could breath. He caught himself before he could fall and glared at Rasoul's gapped tooth grin. It was then he realized where he was. "No." he whispered and backed away. It was a prisoners worst nightmare to be caught down in the interrogation room. Devices stood around here that the most sadistic imaginations had dreamed up.
It was like some bizarre playroom for the demented. In one corner was a barrel pillory, a device intended to humiliate drunkards and brawling fools. It was essentially a barrel with a hole cut in the top. A drunken man's head was forced through the top and he was forced to squat in the barrel for days on end in public display. Beside it lay the Infidel Fork, a painful pronged metal bar meant to press against the tongue till it bled and forcing an infidel to recant his ways.
Aladdin felt his blood run cold at the thought of some of the sinister devices hanging around here. He suddenly caught sight of a wizened old scribe baring a large leather book and an old feather pen. He sat down at one of the tables and flopped it open, licking the tip of his pen with a blackened tongue.
"Now then…" the old man said. "Name of accused?"
"Aladdin…no surname known." Rasoul said firmly with his hand around the street rats throat.
"Crimes accused?"
"Theft, kidnapping, attempted defilement of the princess of Agrabah."
"That's not true!" Aladdin hollered and felt Rasoul's strong fingers tighten.
"Does the condemned state his guilt or innocence?" the man asked with a prudish look at Aladdin as though he was interrupting official progress.
"Protests innocence to his crimes." Rasoul answered and the man finished scribbling down all the information he required.
"Very well. Council will give until sunup two days from now." He stated. "That's should be more than long enough for you." He looked at Rasoul and the chief guard gave Aladdin a positively flagrant smile. The door closed behind them as the old man left and the sound of locks clinking shut echoed in the room.
"Allright boys." Rasoul commanded and shoved Aladdin into the middle of the room. "Lets get to work. Strip him down and clean him off."
Aladdin yelped as his arms were jerked hard above him and attached to the rafters above and then to a bolt in the wall. They pulled it tight and he was lifted a few inched off the ground, making him sway to and fro in the hall. "Wait! But…but…don't I get a trial or something!" he yelled.
"This is your trail boy." Rasoul chuffed. "If you maintain your innocence for two days until the scribe comes back, you'll be given the opportunity for a hearing and judgment before your beheading."
"What? That's absurd! I'm supposed to maintain my innocence while you sit here and do Allah knows what to me?" Aladdin kicked out as Bahir and Fakih came forward to strip him. They were not to be put off. Fakih grabbed hold on his hips and waist, lifting him up as Bahir struggled with his pants. Aladdin felt heated as the wrestled his trousers off him, slowly uncovering his hips and pelvis, thighs and knees, all the way down until he was left fully exposed and his pants thrown into the brazier.
"That's exactly the point street rat." Rasoul maintained as Najib grabbed a bucket of heated water and lye soap, sloshing it on Aladdin's skin and scrubbing him down with a rough cloth.
The fabric was like a pot scrubber, grating uncomfortably against his young, handsome flesh. Aladdin yelled as Fakih lifted his legs open, putting his genitals and ass on full display. Another two ropes were brought in and tied just above his knees, Fakih attached them to the main rope holding his arms and pulled it tight, displaying Aladdin like a plucked fowl on a market stand with his body open to whoever might walk in.
"Well now. You have to admit he's a damn sight prettier than the last fellow we had down here." Bahir chortled, reached forward to yank Aladdin back by his hair. "Think he'll last as long Rasoul?"
"Not a chance. He'll recant before sundown I wager. Not that that means we have to stop." The two men shared a laugh and Aladdin began to fear for his life.
A final bucket of water was splashed against him, rinsing the feeling of scrubbing and soap from his body and leaving him glistening wet. "Wait! Please…what are you going to do to me?" Aladdin gasped out, eyes apprehensively trying to watch all four men at once.
"Just a little fun to start out with." Najib grinned. "Lower him down a bit so we can get a good look at the guy!" Aladdin yelped as the roped were loosened from the wall and he jerked short from the ceiling. "Nice." A rough hand reached out and caressed his chin. "You shouldn't punch him so much Rasoul. Ruin that pretty face."
"Get your hands off me you sick uuunugh!" Aladdin made a strange noise as someone grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wide open, a hard, large finger pressing to his pink star. "St…stop!" he whimpered as felt Rasoul twist his thumb inside in the dry sphincter. "Unnn! Stop!" he felt his ears burn and yelped as the knuckle made it past his entry.
"Damn but your tight." Rasoul commended and began to pull his thumb in and out. "That's going to be one clenched fuck." The other guys gave bawdy laughter and Aladdin's eyes flew open in shock.
"You…you can't be serious." He whispered, staring at the guard who had long chased him. Rasoul grinned and rammed his thumb entirely inside, crooking it so as to cause discomfort inside Aladdin's warm body. Aladdin's spine went straight and he let out a garbled noise of pain. "NNNNYAGHAN! Stop it damn you!" he screamed and Rasoul pulled down on the flesh, stretching it away from the rest of the body. Aladdin let out a horrible scream and fell back into the ropes holding him as Rasoul pulled on his skin.
"Now, are you going to behave?" The guard asked and Aladdin winced at him. "You can scream all you want Aladdin…but it's not going to stop what we're here to do." Rasoul nodded to his comrades and they came forward. "So just lie back and take what's coming to you street rat." Rasoul taunted as he jammed his index finger in along with the thumb and began to stretch them apart.
Aladdin shrieked in pain as Fakih began to feel along his legs and thighs as though testing a tomato for ripeness. Najib came around behind him and ran his strong, hard hands across Aladdin's chest, finding the small, dusky points of his nipples and pinching them with his nails. "Ahhhhg!" Aladdin hollered and turned his face away as thought trying to avoid their gaze.
"Damn but your noisy street rat!" Bahir laughed and helped Rasoul by keep Aladdin's cheeks open while the guard worked on opening his ass to them. "Think we should gag him Rasoul?"
"No. I like the noises." The burly guard smiled and pushed both fingers in up to the hilt as Aladdin yelled in shock. "Besides if he's gagged, how can we hear his confession?"
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Aladdin protested as Najib walked over to a table and came back with two small clamps in his hands. "Wait…don't….uuunugh!" Aladdin bit down hard on his lip as Najib pressed the cold metal to his tender areola and let it slowly pinch down into his flesh. He could count himself lucky that the ends were flat instead of ridged of spiked. The squeezed the skin of his nipples mercilessly, pushing them flat to the point of popping. "Take them off!" Aladdin whimpered. "Damn it please nnnnnyyyyy!" he began to sweat from the combined strain on his body and heat of the room.
"Why? Does it hurt?" Bahir said slyly. "This guy really doesn't get the point of interrogation does he?"
Aladdin gave a low growl, his hair tousled as he strained for some ability to resist. He tried to flex his muscles, closing himself to Rasoul's penetrating fingers. But the harder he resisted the deeper and rough the guard pressed. He rough, calloused fingers were used to handling a sword point or horse reigns. But they had seen there fair share of the interrogations such as this before. He could have been gentle if he'd chosen. But that wasn't the point. If the guards could get Aladdin to confess…
Rasoul wouldn't admit it to anyone but he'd long harbored a desire for this handsome, cavalier street rat. Ever since he'd first caught sight of the young man he'd wanted to throw him down and bury his cock deep inside those tight cheeks. But of course Aladdin was damn near impossible to catch. They'd gotten lucky, he'd been distracted. Well so much the better. After all he was Captain of the City Guard, long time friend of the Sultan. Perhaps, if the thief confessed he could persuade the Sultan to give the boy to him rather than behead the young man.
He rammed his fingers in, scratching the insides of the beautiful street rat. Rasoul promised himself to fuck that little body raw once he had him in his possession.
Aladdin felt his mind daze in and out. "Please…" he murmured softly, his sore rear beginning to ache unbearably. This was all happening so quickly. He could barely register shock at the fact that the four guards who had spent the last decade chasing him were now proceeding to ravage his body ruthlessly. "Please…I can't…"
"You can't?" Najib said. "Don't you love how he speaks as though he has a choice!" the man shook his head and tightened the nipple clamps against his skin. Aladdin screeched as his nubs reddened and began to throb painfully. Tears well up in his eyes and began to drip down his cheeks.
"Who wants him first?" Rasoul said and stood up. To Aladdin's horror they all began to undo their belts, bringing forth their manhood and stroking themselves into full erection.
"No!" Aladdin thrashed in the ropes, trying to pull himself free. The boards creaked above him as he swayed to and fro. Fakih stepped up first, his short, thick shaft ready and pulsing with need, he positioned himself between Aladdin's thighs and gripped open his buttocks, prepared to ram in. "Please! Please I'm dry back there!" he moaned, feeling his body protest what was going to happen.
"It's hot in here street rat. That water we used to bathe you dried up." Rasoul snapped.
"Then give me some lotion or something…" Aladdin begged, his dark brown eyes glistened with tears. "Please…just don't push in dry…"
Rasoul thumbed his chin for a moment, humming in the back of his throat. If they just shoved in they could break that tight body. And Rasoul like 'em tight and whimpering under him. Besides if he intended to make Aladdin his slave then he wanted him to be stretchable. "All right." Rasoul said hesitantly. "But what will you do for it?" he grinned evilly.
"Say…what?" Aladdin gasped.
"If I give you lotion, make sure you're all slippery and wet when we enter…what will you do for us?" Rasoul tenderly stroked Aladdin's chin. "After all this is supposed to be interrogation…"
"Interrogation!" Aladdin yelled. "More like torture!"
"Have it your way." Rasoul said and Fakih began to push in again. Aladdin shrieked and tossed his head side to side, his ass starting to pull open painfully.
"Wait!" Aladdin kicked out, tightening himself hard as he could. "Wait… please….I'll give you something…!" He pressed himself to think quickly. "I'll…" he licked his lips. "I'll take you in my mouth." He whispered and the guards looked at one another in confusion. "I'll take each of you in my mouth…" Aladdin said a little louder. "And I'll swallow it if you come." He felt his face burn as though on fire. "Just please… not dry…" he whimpered.
Rasoul looked from Aladdin to the other guards and nodded thoughtfully. "Very well then street rat." Bahir walked over to the wall and released the rope. Aladdin fell to the hard stone ground, landing flat on his ass. He gasped in pain and stumbled to find some sort of baring. Rasoul hauled him up into a kneeling position by his hair, forcing the younger man to look at him. "Try any funny business, and I'll make you a eunuch." He lifted a wickedly curved knife under Aladdin's throat. "Do we understand each other?"
Aladdin nodded fearfully, his own member quivering as though frightened. "I've…I've never done this before…not ever." He admitted softly, afraid Rasoul might change his mind.
"Sure you haven't." Bahir chortled sardonically. "Fakih, you were up first, take your turn man!"
Fakih laughed and wrested Aladdin up by his scruff. "Come on then street filth. Get to work."
Aladdin gasped as the scent of manhood hit him. He made a little sound in the back of his throat and slowly began to open his strong lips, trying to make himself do as he'd promised.
"Come on boy." Najib taunted. "The rest of us are waiting!"
Aladdin grit his teeth and felt like he might cry again. Gingerly he leaned forward and licked the throbbing member with the tip of his tongue. The taste was sweet and heavy, eager for him to give more. He whimpered and slowly began to work his mouth over the swollen head, eyes closed and face flushed.
"Oh for the love of…!" Fakih said exasperatedly. He grabbed two hand full of hair and pulled hard, making Aladdin open his mouth to yell. Without missing a beat he thrust in as far as he soul, half his cock disappearing inside Aladdin's mouth. The wetness slipped over hid ridges and he held the street rat's head still, thrusting his hips back and forth. "If you scrape me with your teeth I'll pull every one of them out." He threatened and Aladdin tried to keep his teeth back through his tears.
He was choking on the thing. Fakih was shorter than most men, only about five inches entirely. But his girth was impressive, stretching the sides of Aladdin's jaw out as he pummeled into the younger man's mouth. Aladdin coughed, fighting for air as he was ruthlessly forced to suckle the hard organ. His chest felt constricted and pained.
"Breath through your nose you idiot!" Rasoul yelled.
Aladdin obeyed and tried to divert his breathing. The constriction on his chest let up and he fought to maintain control as Fakih grunted and moaned inside his mouth. "That's it…move your tongue around street rat." He ordered and Aladdin whined around the thick cock, slipping his tongue quickly over the sides. "Uuuuunugh!" Fakih grunted and dug his nails into Aladdin's scalp.
"Is he any good Fakih?" Bahir asked, stroking his own member to keep it hard.
"Amazing. His mouth is so warm and wet!" Fakih moaned and his cock twitched inside Aladdin's jaw. The street rat gasped for breath and felt hot, salty liquid pour into his mouth. His gag reflex reacted and he subdued it, forcing himself to keep it in his cheek as Fakih gave a last great groan of ecstasy and slipped out. "Swallow it." He ordered, stroking his wet organ.
"Keep your promise Aladdin." Rasoul growled out.
Aladdin shuddered…paused for a moment, and swallowed hard. The thick juice slid down the back of his throat and he choked, coughing until he felt sick. He whimpered, tears leaving stains down the sides of his red cheeks as Fakih stepped back and relaxed in a chair. "Who's next?" he gestured.
Najib stepped forward, a horrible grin on his face. "Open up pretty boy." He laughed and Aladdin closed his eyes, opening his jaw wide. "That's it. Nice and easy." He drew himself up and pushed his cock's head to Aladdin's lips. "Lick it up and down, I want to see that tongue of your work."
Aladdin gave a single sob and wrapped the pink tip of his tongue over the hard member. Najib was a little easier to take. He was leaner, though about the same length. Aladdin lapped up and down, running his tongue and lips all over the sides and across the hard ripples.
"Ahh that's it!" Najib groaned and ruffled Aladdin's hair playfully. "Your quite talented." He hummed. Aladdin opened his eyes, looking up at Najib and shivering in humiliation. "Take my balls in your mouth." He ordered sharply.
"What?" Aladdin gulped out, biting his lip.
"Take your mouth and suckle my sack." Najib ordered and his brows furrowed.
What choice did he have? Aladdin bent his head, his lips grazing against the underside of Najib's cock as he took the large scrotum and began to mouth each ball individually.
Rasoul grunted as he watched and began to stroke his member up and down. The rest of his guards were about the normal size for a man. But, like everything else on his body, Rasoul's member was large. It pulsed with need at the thought of the handsome youth sucking each one of them down. He could hardly wait his turn with Aladdin, that beautiful tongue working over every last inch. He'd teach the street rat to take him in as deep as he could.
But something else weighed on his mind. He had a perfect view of Aladdin's ass from his seat on the table. It was tight, puckered and perfectly round. Each little crease was soft and pink, as thought inviting him into the warm sheath. No doubt, with a little prompting, Aladdin would take each of them inside his body until he dropped from exhaustion.
Rasoul growled. That was exactly it. He wanted to be the first inside that street rat! The first to break open that sweet rear end to his pleasures. If Aladdin was going to be his body slave, then it should be his right to be the first inside. With a grunt he brought himself to full erection and grabbed a bottle of lotion from inside a drawer.
Aladdin pulled away, the sound of Najib's leaving his mouth resounded with a pop. Rasoul grabbed hold of his hips and spread them wide, admiring the taunt, tight sphincter. "Wait!" Aladdin begged. "I…I thought we had a deal!"
"We did." Rasoul snorted. "I didn't say when." He poured a generous amount of the lotion between his fingers and sloshed it against Aladdin's opening roughly. The street rat groaned and whimpered as the two fingers pushed the liquid inside, helping to lubricate his tunnel. "Now open your mouth. I don't think Najib was finished." He said and rammed his index finger deep inside.
Aladdin opened his mouth to yell and Najib took advantage of it, ramming himself back inside the warm lips. Aladdin whined, but had little choice other than to take it. His body felt worn and burning. He wanted to lie down and pass out for a while, let everything disappear. Fat chance of that. Even if he could manage to knock himself out, that wouldn't stop the guards. And who knew what he'd wake up to find they'd done to him!
Rasoul slid the warm lotion around his cock and rubbed it along the crease of Aladdin's ass. The young man closed his eyes and made a pleading noise from deep in his throat. "There you go street rat." Rasoul taunted. "Moan for it." He grinned and pushed the hard head of his member to Aladdin's entry. He clutched onto the flesh of Aladdin's hips, digging his nails in deep and thrusting himself in as hard as he could.
That when Aladdin realized what a problem so much lotion could cause.
Najib was smart enough to pull himself out of Aladdin's mouth before Rasoul had slammed in. Aladdin bit down on empty air and threw himself down to the ground. He tried to hold it in, not to give Rasoul the pleasure of hearing him. But it was impossible. The liberal amount of lotion used had only made pushing in too easy. Rasoul's long, thick cock had slammed in with no resistance, filling Aladdin so deeply he felt his spine straighten.
Aladdin shrieked and Rasoul grinned. "You like that don't you street filth!" he shouted in triumph and began to pummel the man ruthlessly. His massive length slipped in and out with little wet sounds, penetrating to the point of pain. Aladdin began to weep unceasingly, feeling that his body was being torn beyond repair. Something had to be torn. He had to be bleeding, it hurt to much for anything else. But if he was in pain Rasoul took no notice. The burly man continued to use his insides, grunting and moaning in wild lust.
"Damn it Rasoul." Bahir said angrily. "I wanted to be first." He crossed his arms in something like a pout.
Rasoul slid almost all the way out of Aladdin, raised himself up a bit, and slammed back inside, penetrating from a new angle to make Aladdin scream. "Tough luck." He grunted out and began to buck harder and harder.
Najib chuckled. "Your so selfish you old bastard." He grunted and his head twitched. With a yell he came, letting his juices spray across Aladdin's face and hair. "He looks quite fine with my sum on his face." Najib panted, wiping his thumb across a splatter of the white stuff now on Aladdin's cheek. "Lick it off." He ordered to Aladdin's pained face.
Aladdin shook his head away, unable to see straight. His thighs protested the violent entry, his hips and ass were pulled so tight and filled he felt them starting to go numb. He crouched, almost like a bow as Rasoul continued. "I…I hhhhnnnnnaggggha!" he screamed as Rasoul's cock brushed against his prostate. "Rasoul…Rasoul what are you…nyuuuunhg!" he closed his eyes and wailed, the feeling of wonderful pressure building past the agony of his unrelenting partner.
"Ah so you've discovered how good this can feel." Rasoul whispered in his ear. "Go on…whine for me. I like to hear you make such pretty noises." He dominated Aladdin entirely, pulling the street rat into himself like a wolf guard it's prey. He pulled back and re aimed himself to batter the swollen male prostate inside Aladdin's body. Without warning Aladdin screeched, bucking back against Rasoul's phallus. "That's it!" he hollered as Aladdin weakened to his needs. "You like it don't you, you little…"
"Move aside Rasoul!" Bahir said. "Some of us would like a turn."
Aladdin rolled his eyes up to the last guard. He grit his teeth, his body already abused and worn. "Please…" he whimpered and buried his face in his arms, hiding his features from view.
"I'm not finished yet." Rasoul growled out. He gave another hard push and Aladdin lurched forward, his head tilted in strain. "Just use his mouth."
Bahir rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of Aladdin's head. To his horror Aladdin saw that Bahir was nearly Rasoul's equal in size. Already the guard was hard and impatient, wanting his turn with the handsome man. Aladdin shivered and tried to think straight. It was impossible to move beyond what was happening to him. The actions happened so quick, if not for the pain he might as well not have been there at all. Bahir was rough, opening his mouth with a forceful thumb and ramming in as deep as he could. Aladdin cried out, tears seeping through the haze as he took it on both ends.
Bahir grunted and groaned into him, working his cock in past lips and teeth till Aladdin felt himself starting to gag on it. He choked back, making a terrible noise in the back of his throat. But Bahir was unrelenting, he pulled out just enough for the street rat to breath and nothing else.
Rasoul was in up to the hilt, ignoring the reddened entry and swollen thighs receiving him. He gave one last moan of pleasure and came, emptying himself deep between Aladdin's ass cheeks. Aladdin whined and shook, feeling his body being filled up with all the seed. Rasoul slid out with a popping noise, leaving Aladdin with a retched empty feeling. No sooner had Rasoul moved back enough then Bahir popped out of Aladdin's mouth and slammed himself into the opening, bucking with furious pace. Aladdin made a noise something like a scream and gargle as he was banged into again.
Najib came up in front of him, his cock stroked to fullness once again. The veins pulsed and throbbed as his fingers stroked along the ridged length. Aladdin whimpered but soon discovered that he was no to have his mouth abused this time. With a great groan Najib came against his face, adding to the pearly juices already there. Fakih did the same after forcing Aladdin to lick him into erection again. Aladdin felt some of it slide down his neck and chest, his eyes stinging from sweat and cum.
A few moments later, after having made Aladdin groan enough to suit him, Bahir finally pulled out, leaving his own seed deep in Aladdin's body. "Are you two going to take your turn tonight?" he asked and the other guards shook their heads.
"It's getting late and I have to watch the wall. Perhaps tomorrow." Najib said and began to pick up his clothing and sword. "Who's going to wash him up?"
"Why bother?" Fakih sneered and kicked Aladdin in the ribs. Aladdin rolled onto the ground, every muscle in his body cramping so hard he couldn't breath.
"Because he'll stink tomorrow if we don't." Najib reminded him. "And I don't fancy sticking my manhood in anything that's been left to stew all night." He made a face.
Rasoul chuckled. "I'll clean him off. You all get back to your duties." Rasoul waited patiently until the others had gone, making lewd comments as to the fucking ability of the young man they had just left behind. He turned with an odd look on his face and bent close to Aladdin's ear. "I can make this easier on you street rat." He said.
Aladdin clutched his ribs and looked up, half afraid. "What…how?"
Rasoul caressed his cheek, pushing some of the fluid away. "When tomorrow comes, the scribe will check on our progress. Simply confess to your crimes. I'll convince the Sultan to give you to me as my bed slave."
"I…"Aladdin groaned, his jaw aching. "I…didn't…do…anything…wrong." He forced out and Rasoul rolled his eyes, fetching a bucket of luke warm water and sloshing it over Aladdin's naked body.
"Are you stupid or something?" he jibbed. "Everyone knows you didn't do anything to the princess. If you had do you think we'd be debating it?" Aladdin's eyes seemed to come to the realization and Rasoul nodded. "No, your head would be on the chopping block right this minuet. But we have no proof." He poured another bucket over the man's head as he cough out. Rasoul took a scrubbing cloth and washed him from top to bottom. "If you confess, some will take it as repentance. I can convince the sultan to give you to me instead of condemning you to the ax…or worse."
"Can you…will you stop all this?" Aladdin whispered. "I won't have to take any more of this?"
Rasoul took Aladdin's chin in his hand and forced Aladdin to face him. His hardened fingers ran along the smooth edges, almost as if scrutinizing Aladdin's face for a sign of something. "All you will have to do is serve me." He said. With a sudden movement the guard pushed his lips onto Aladdin's, pulling the street rat's tongue into his mouth. He suckled it almost gently, the taste of salt and flesh coming over his taste buds.
Aladdin gasped as he was let go. Rasoul stood up and dragged him back down the stairs, attaching him back to the wall chains in a sitting position. "I'll just leave you here to think about it Aladdin." He said, giving Aladdin one last look as he headed out the door. The sound of locks and clinking echoed in the empty cell as Aladdin was enveloped in darkness.