Captured VIII

A scent, unfamiliar to him, flooded his nostrils. The soft sounds of ocean bucking gently against sands, the gentle hiss as the waves receded. There were birds somewhere. Fluttering and chirping, and a grating voice from above. "He's been out almost a week now. Think he'll pull through monkey boy?"

Chattering, not in any verbalism that could be understood by humans, echoed from by his shoulder and was given a harsh reply. "Must be nice living up on that cloud of judgment ya flea bitten ape." An angry monkey growled and Mozenrath felt cold water splash across him. Apparently, he wasn't the intended target. "Why you little! Do you know how my feathers poof in tropical climate!"

He cracked his eyes open, surprised to see rich sunlight, dappled on his skin through a makeshift bamboo hut. Warm air grazed across his body, making the soft sheets ripple down over him. In his peripheral vision he could see the familiar parrot and monkey, wrestling with one another over something. "Where am I?" he whispered suddenly, his body feeling weighted and lethargic.

The animals looked at him, caught between shock and embarrassment. They broke apparent, Abu looking somewhat miffed at the sorcerers presence. Iago looking non-antagonistic at best. "Well eh…we haven't gotten around to naming this sand spit yet, so lets just say for the moment that you're safe."

Mozenrath tried to sit up, and groaned as every muscle resisted angrily. He fell back, feeling pillows catch his head. "Aladdin…" he whispered weakly.

"The kids out with the council…er…what's left of it anyhow." Iago shrugged. "Half of em are all for making a home here, the rest are stupid enough to want to seek revenge on the empire."

"They would be slaughtered." Mozenrath said. "We were in the empire while…" he stopped, unsure of how much Aladdin might have told them. The bird look down at him from his window perch with an arched eyebrow while he saw Abu roll his eyes.

"While you were both toys for Prince Inashal." The parrot finished. "Yeah eh…we were kinda listening in while Al was explaining everything to Jasmine." Mozenrath grit his teeth and tried to hid his blush. "Hey hey no judgment." Iago said sympathetically. "You survived right…that's a sight better than about 80 of Agrabah right now."

"That much?" Mozenrath said with some shock and plenty of guilt. "What else? What's happened? All I can remember is…"He felt down his torso till his fingers grazed professional, small stitches across his stomach, closing over a large dagger wound. "The ship…" Mozenrath whispered with a small smile. "He came back." He forgot, for a brief moment, that the animals were there, and smiled a little wider.

The monkey and bird exchanged looks. "Eh…Abu…Al said to eh…when he woke up." The monkey chattered something that sounded distinctly like 'I know I know' and began to race off to tell someone the their guest had awoken.

That was fine with Mozenrath, the bird was easier to talk to at any rate. "What happened? I remember the boat…getting stabbed and then…"

"Well lucky for you the royal physician was on board. He managed to get you patched up alright. But there was a lot more than just that slice in your tummy." The brilliant macaw looked him up and down. "You were broken in more ways than one. They had to use a lot of ointment and salve and stuff to help you heal…ya know." He flipped his tail feather in a gestural move.

"Hainan used me to ensure safe passage from the pirates. Guess that didn't go so well for him." There was an edge of sadism in his voice.

"Er…yeah." Iago answered nervously. "Anyhow Aladdin wanted to bring you back here but I'll be honest, Jasmine wasn't too thrilled with the idea. Not after Hainan blurted everything out. But under all that tough princess stuff the girls got a good heart. She couldn't refuse someone who looked so pathet…"

Mozenrath shrugged off the parrots comment. He was alive. That was enough to make him ignore anything less than complimentary.

"But you've been out cold for nearly a week. Abu and me have been keeping watch…"

"To make sure I don't escape."

"To make sure you're alive. Aladdin's been kept busy with meetings and trying to salvage what's left of Agrabah, but he comes by every night to…well…to say hi." He was hinting that he didn't usually stay to see exactly what Aladdin did. "He sleeps here sometimes." He gestured to the couch with a wing and tried not to notice the deep blush on Mozenrath's face.

Iago had been telling a lie by omission. He had told Mozenrath that Aladdin was tied up in council meetings. He hadn't said that the council was all about evicting the sorcerer. Despite telling them the full breath of his story, most of the advisors were all for having the pale fiend tossed into shark infested water.

"Do not misunderstand our meaning Sultan." One said forcefully. "We are glad to have you back. But that wizard is responsible…"

"…for saving my life!"

"For destroying you're kingdom!"

Aladdin felt a scathing comment rising, but at the same time his gut told him that no amount of words would tear down the truth. The advisor took the opportunity to continue tearing down Mozenrath's chances of staying. "We have gone from a great nation of 30,000 to a mere 2,000 spread out over a small chain of islands! We are starving, disheartened. Our sultan was assassinated and any hope we might have had in the seven deserts for a rallying cry is utterly destroyed!" he paused, letting a distraught Aladdin take it all in. "Not to mention the…discomfort…you suffered. All because of that sorcerers betrayal. And STILL you would allow him sanctuary in our new home."

Aladdin felt something between humiliation and anger wash over him. Discomfort. Discomfort?!?! It was with a shrewd eye he realized just what the ambassadors intended to do. Everything that had happened to him under Colane and Inashal was going to be swept under the rug as an embarrassment. Aladdin would remain in power because the kingdom what was left) had no one else to turn to and would not follow under a female ruler. But they did not want to acknowledge his rape…or his ravishment. "My discomfort." He whispered softly as Jasmine held onto his arm. It felt for a split second like she was holding him back. Maybe that was what made him snap.

"My discomfort!" he hollered, filling the small hut with his voice. The wind flaps ruffled and the council looked awestruck. "What discomfort would that be gentlemen?" he grit his teeth and surged forward with an anger he didn't know himself capable of. "The discomfort of being stripped down naked and cleaned inside and out in front of an audience? Or perhaps you refer to the…discomfort…for Mozenrath and I being forced to please each other for an audience while we were auctioned off!" He heard Jasmine gasp and release him, but it was no use trying to calm her. She already knew half the truth. Might as well give her the rest of it.

"Or maybe you mean having Inashal push into my body till I had no choice but to cry out? In pleasure!" He added with a roar of defiance. Jasmine had her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide as a does. She looked on the verge of tears but Aladdin could think of nothing that would placate her without giving the others room to feed on weakness.

"Now there is no need to be vulgar your majesty! We were only saying…"

"Vulgar!" His temper completely blown, Aladdin blurted out on of the last nights he had spent with Inashal. Every detail and moment, he left nothing out. How he and Mozenrath were made to share a long, ribbed toy with one another, coming onto each others chests. He told them how they were each penetrated by Inashal in turn, then made to lick their masters pearlescent juice from they entry. By the time he was done ever face was completely struck by the description. But Aladdin did not quit.

"And he bore this with me!" Aladdin shouted. "I don't care what Mozenrath did in the past. Whatever sins lay on his soul have been paid for a thousand times over!" His shoulder thrust forward, he stared each man down. "Further more, as Sultan, I'm officially pardoning him from all crimes. So this discussion is now a moot point." He didn't give a damn as the advisors raised objections. Some part of him cared greatly that Jasmine had run from the room in tears, her chest shaking with racking sobs. But he would have to explain it to her later.

Somewhat weary, Aladdin took a breath. These were, after all, a group of spoiled rich men who had spent their entire lives giving advice instead of taking it. What better could he expect. "Everything I have suffered, ever degrading, humiliating experience, Mozenrath has born through with he. He helped me survive! How can I repudiate him after that? How can I keep even a shred of honor if I reject him?"

A look, not entirely of pity but something close, came from one of the younger advisors. "There…er…may be a way to keep him. If your so hell bent on it."

Aladdin looked up, waiting for the answer.

"Em…as you well know not every sultan has always been thrilled with the idea of a …well…a wife. But according to tradition marriage has always been necessary. You are married to Jasmine, so that much is covered. However if you wish…"

"Do notsay harem slave to me." Aladdin's voice took a dark turn.

The man seemed to sweat. "N-no. Of course not. But you…eh…could keep him as an-a second w-wife."

Aladdin's eyebrow arched. "Would Jasmine permit that?"

"Technically she doesn't have to, but as her standing precursor to the marriage was above yours…" he shrugged. "A blessing as to your choice would be appropriate. And…" and at this the ambassador burned his cheeks. "Of course…the sorcerer would have to…er…play the part." He coughed. "Act as your wife, speak as your wife, dress as your wife."

Aladdin shook his head. "No. I couldn't ask him to humiliate himself like that."

"Oh he would only have to be as such in public!" said another councilor, seizing hold of the idea. "Whatever you two wish to be in private…"

"Public…private…" Aladdin shook his head. "Our kingdom is destroyed and we're sitting here debating what's appropriate and how to keep our public dignity." He laughed. "To hell with all of it." He stood up and walked out of the hut, leaving a bewildered group behind to wonder as to what their ruined Sultan would do.

"Aladdin." Mozenrath whispered as the man walked through the door. "You do not look well." He said simply. "I take it my presence here won't be welcome too much longer."

"No. You can stay as long as you like." Aladdin sat on the end of the bed, looking shyly up from under his brow. "I'm still a Sultan here, for whatever that may be worth. And as far as that goes you are welcome to remain with what's left of Agrabah." He took a chance and placed his hand closer to Mozenrath's leg. "It's not really so bad. The islands here are large enough to sustain a population, small enough to go unnoticed with the empire. There may not be palaces and marble walls, but there's food and sun and fishing and shelter. You could live with decent comfort…wherever you want."

The tone said so much more. There was a problem now. Slaves in a princes harem, everything they had done to one another could be excused as stress or comfort needs. It was all permissible given their situation. But now…

How could it continue? It was like being given their masculinity back. Away from societal confines every tawdry fantasy the sorcerer and hero had ever entertained (and they had over the years entertained many) was brought to life. But now that felt like a million miles away. The sense of normalcy was returning. Aladdin was back in his original position and Mozenrath was left floundering. They sat in a makeshift hut where the door was covered with what used to be the curtains in Jasmine's bedroom.

Neither man spoke. They were thinking of the moments in Inashal's bed. Yes, there had been a sense of freedom in it. Inashal had permitted them every indulgence, every need. And now without him, it felt so awkward, so unfamiliar to be alone together. The room radiated with silent need. Aladdin looked at Mozenrath from under shy eyelashes, wanting him, thinking about the way their bodies had joined.

Mozenrath opened his mouth to speak.

And a terrible scream echoed through the beach.

Aladdin rose from the bed and threw open the curtains of the door "The empire!" he shouted in a voice full of shock and amazement. He drew the sword from his belt and turned to Mozenrath. "It's one of their galley ships!"

"They probably use the island as a re-supply post!" Mozenrath quickly theorized. "Aladdin if your people hide in the jungle they may let it go. They only want to stock their ships."

"No. I'm sick and tired of running from these bastards!" He grit his teeth. "Mozenrath I want you to get dressed and find the women. Get them hidden. I have to find anyone with swords!"

"Aladdin!"

It was too late, Aladdin was out the hut and off to defend his people. Mozenrath leapt up, throwing on a pair of pants and rushing outside. The scene was hellish. Men baring the colors of the empire were burning down the hastily erected huts. Some had already managed to grab hold of some of the women and were tying them down. Others were ravaging the huts, looking for anything to take back to the ships. Mozenrath cared little for their plight, but if it was to help Aladdin he would act. He rushed forward, grasping the knife from the nearest soldiers belt and sinking it deeply into the man's throat, forcing him to release the young woman he'd laid hold of. "Run! Get into the trees and hide quickly!" he threw her towards the forest and turned back, grabbing hold of a group of children crying and pushing them off in the same direction.

Aladdin sunk his sword deep into the belly of an attacking raider, the blood spurting out over his shirt. "You will not take these people again!" he hollered, the spark of heroism that had long laid dormant now firing in his belly. He was attacked from behind, a swift knee in his back tossing him to the sands. "Bastards!" he snarled as his hair was grabbed and wrenched upward.

A soldier grabbed him, kicking his sides and pulling a knife to his ribs. "You little ass. I'm going to give you a new opening!" he lifted the blade to slice down.

"Captian wait! This guy looks familiar!" Then to Aladdin's, the man turned to the ship now docked against the shore. "Lord Inashal!"

Mozenrath was hiding in the brush, much to his chagrin, next to Jasmine. She had a small group of little girls curled round her legs, whimpering quietly and holding onto her. When the princess realized she was being looked at, she frowned at the sorcerer. "They followed us here from the pirate wreckage." She said softly. "If we hadn't gone back for you…"

"Save it." Mozenrath said snappishly. "If bitting my head off is the only reason you've survived then you make for a poor leader."

"This is all your fault!" Jasmine hissed, her eyes nearing tears. "Everything is because of you! Agrabah has been destroyed, my people are in pieces, Aladdin has been violated countless times…all because of you you sick shameless bastard!" she pushed the children towards their mothers and pointed and accusing finger at Mozenrath. "Aladdin told me everything! Me and the whole damned council!"

"Keep it down will you." Mozenrath tried to hush her but she was roaring. It was lucky that the guards seemed so preoccupied with something. He couldn't see from this distance but it looked as if a great deal of fuss was being made over someone in charge coming ashore.

"You warped him! You and Colane and Inashal have perverted my Aladdin into some sick sex maniac!" She sunk to her knees and began to cry.

Mozenrath looked down at her for a moment and felt a strange kind of pity. It really wasn't her fault. She was a princess. There were just certain things she didn't know how to handle. "Listen to me. Your people, whatever there is of them now, need you right now. I haven't seen Aladdin since he left my hut…" Jasmine gave a sob. "…and there is no telling what…"

Mozenrath gave such a sharp intake of breath that Jasmine was forced to look up. The sorcerers eyes were locked on the beach, staring at a man who stood in royal armor and carried himself with the baring of a prince. Mozenrath's mouth whispered softly. "Inashal."

Jasmine's attention switched swiftly to the man on the beach. He was not quite what she had expected, a spoiled princeling who delighted in amusing exotic harem members. Inashal was a man in his mid-thirties who could easily pass for late twenties. His shoulders were broad and arms well muscled. His skin was the color of apples and his hair hung in soft auburn locks from a chiseled, warm face. At the moment however, his eyes were narrowed in a strange emotions as his men brought forward…

"Aladdin!"

"My desert flower." Inashal said smoothly, his fingers tracing the line of Aladdin's lips. "I confess I thought myself unlikely to ever see you again."

Aladdin was partly horrified to find his master touch excited a reaction in the pit of his pelvis. Inashal's fingers touched over his cheek and exposed chest and he felt his body arched towards the sensation like a cat being stroked. "Inashal…" he said. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

The prince of the empire sighed, wrapping a lock of auburn hair around his fingers. "Your escape and my choice to sell Mozenrath affected me deeply. I decided to leave the empire for a while and take my position as commander of the army a bit more seriously to distract my mind." He smiled. "Indeed, if I had known the effort would result in me finding you again, I might have done so with more gusto." He knelt down, grasping Aladdin's chin in his strong hands. Hand that had forced Aladdin into mindless submissive pleasure.

"You wounded me when you ran Aladdin…my dear sweet bed slave." He pressed his lips down onto the sultan's his mouth probed Aladdin's open. His tongue perused deep inside, stroking along his former slaves teeth and cheek. "I'm afraid there will have to be punishment now that your mine again."

Aladdin was now completely aware of his physical reactions, and his mind was furious with him. His chest was arched submissively towards Inashal, his thighs were trembling as his eyes looked up at his old master with longing. He was free now! He was back with his beloved Jasmine and his people! Yet the very presence of Inashal made him think of the thickness hidden by pants and armor. That lead him to images of nights were he and Mozenrath had readied one another for their master, learning just how much joy there could be in another man.

"Inashal…" Aladdin whimpered. "Let them go. These people are all that's left of Agrabah. Their no threat to the empire. Just let them go."

"I wish I could Aladdin. But I'm afraid I am not in a position to give in to your request." He stood up. "You will be bound and taken aboard ship. I want the islands searched completely and every last human being found. Burn everything to the ground and send back a small boat for a slave ship."

"No!" Jasmine cried.

In one split second Mozenrath realized several things. 1) The army now knew where the women were hiding. 2) Aladdin was going back to Inashal's harem. 3) He wanted, more than anything else in the world, to go with him. 4) He knew how to give his lover and fellow slave some peace of mind.

"Master Inashal!" Mozenrath burst out from the bushes, rushing forward from his hiding place and hoping Jasmine had the good sense to stay quiet. He threw himself past the guards and flung his arms around Aladdin's neck. "Please Master Inashal listen to me!" He had to think quickly, the army wouldn't stay shocked for long. "Master…Master Inashal please…take me too!"

"Now that's a first, a freeman begging to be made into a slave."

But Inashal was not paying attention to his men, he was look down with amazement to see his two beloved treasures side by side again. "Mozenrath…how did you come to be here?" he said smoothly.

"Please…Inashal…lock Aladdin and I in your chambers. Call off the search of the island till morning and we will explain everything. I swear to it. No tricks from either of us. I swear…"

"You swear." Inashal's face looked angry. "I remember another promise the both of you made to me. A promise to stay by my side and be mine always. How easily that was broken when you saw your chance." The two looked frightened for a moment, but Inashal grit his teeth. "I have never had great anger or vengeance in me. I can not hate for so long." He gestured to the guards. "Have them stripped and washed down then chained together in my quarters onboard. Leave them nothing but their skins to make sure they hide nothing. I will be there in the evening." He then promptly turned to the forest. "To anyone of the kingdom of Agrabah, if you stay hidden and out of our way till morning, I swear that we will let you live. If anyone attempts to assault my men or rescue their sultan, I will have no choice but to order you all sold as slaves."

Aladdin felt his cheeks burn red as he was scrubbed down from head to toe. It was the first time he and Mozenrath had viewed one another naked in nearly a month. But he had not forgotten how the lovely pale flesh shone like moonlight when wet. Or how the superb sable hair clung to the sorcerers shoulders and neck. But he had forgotten how nice Mozenrath looked in shades of purple and pink. And how his body moved as lithe and graceful as a cat when he was nervous.

They were left in Inashal's private quarters, a room bellow decks that had been bedecked and outfitted to be an appropriate respite for a prince. Aladdin lifted a finger to his nipple, the familiar tinkling of bells there making him shiver. Even without the halls of marble and the presence of other harem slaves, he could still feel the familiar conditioning that made his body so eager.

Mozenrath was not enjoying being aboard ship again. He felt confined and unfriendly, remember the pirates and their entertainments. "Aladdin…what are we going to do?" he could feel flash backs rising in his throat. The thoughts of being abused and degraded for others amusement was making him physically sick. He had not expected this.

Aladdin did not hesitate. He rose from the couch and wrapped his arms around Mozenrath, his thumbs caressing his shoulders. "Moze…Moze calm down. This is Inashal. Inashal…you know he won't hurt us…"

"I know." Mozenrath shivered and put his head against Aladdin's golden brown chest. The golden bracelets and orange red fabrics covered his skin seductively, and Mozenrath found himself growing hot at being so close to him again. "Aladdin…"

"I know Mozenrath." He said softly, looking the man in the eyes. Somehow without words, they knew what to do. What the only solution to this could be.

When Inashal came in they were on the couch, legs intertwined, looking as coy and desperate as was possible. But the prince was not fooled. "I am not to be played with my slaves." He said smoothly. "You…" he pointed to Aladdin accusingly. "Betrayed my trust and ran and you…" now to Mozenrath. "I sold to a brothel master to cover the shame you brought me."

"And now we've come back to you." Mozenrath said smoothly. "Something is to be said for fate master Inashal."

"Do not toy with me!" They had never seen him so angry before. He grasped hold of Mozenrath's hair and pulled him down. Aladdin reached for the both of them…

The he saw the tears in Inashal's eyes.

"I have no choice now. The guards recognized you…" he jerked his head towards Aladdin. "If there is not some means of castigation for your acts I will be made a laughing stock." He looked down to Mozenrath, who sat there, his neck exposed and his head pulled back. His silvery gray eyes looking up at Inashal with fear and need. "And you…"

"He has been punished!" Aladdin whispered. "The man you sold him to…he used Mozenrath to get safe passage on a ship. When I found him…his body. Master Inashal…what they did to him."

Their master looked unsure for a moment and lifted Mozenrath up to his chest. His clever fingers drawing aside the silky fabrics against his ass cheeks. Mozenrath tensed and gasped, his fingers splaying out as Inashal probed his tightness. Mercy was on their side. Inashal frowned and looked down at the sorcerer. "My little pearl…" his voice was soft with pity. "What did they do to your tenderness?" He stroked Mozenrath's cheek carefully.

"Am I broken for you master?" Mozenrath whimpered, afraid he was ruined and useless.

"No. It will be a while before I can piece your body again though. You need rest and care." He looked at Aladdin. "Mozenrath has been punished. I can accept him back into my harem without being mocked for it. But you Aladdin." He looked grave. "What can you offer to restore my honor?"

"I will give myself completely." Aladdin said, coming down on his knees to rub his chin against Inashal's thigh. "I will come back and be yours completely. I will never try to escape again."

"Believe me, I want that more than anything. But I have a reputation to uphold. You have to be punished Aladdin. I have no choice but to punish you." Inashal sat down, letting Mozenrath lay to his lap and put his hand on his masters knee.

"Please. Inashal…don't." Mozenrath pleaded, but Inashal covered his mouth with deep kisses. The sorcerer looked up at him desperately, begging with his eyes not to see Aladdin harmed.

Inashal draw his hands through Mozenrath's hair. "You must both understand the position I am in. I am a prince of the most power empire in the world. We are expanding our borders into new territories and staking our domain. Having the both of you, a former Sultan and hero, and a great sorcerer of renown in my harem is something of a consideration. It tells people that I can back up my power with more than words." He frowned at Aladdin. "However, allowing myself to be betrayed an humiliated by one of you…there must be recompense. If I can not salvage my honor and reputation from this mess, I will have no choice but to have you executed Aladdin." He looked truly regretful to be saying it, but his strong eyes were firm.

Aladdin gulped, watching as Inashal sat down in a chair and sat Mozenrath in his lap, stroking the pale man's thigh. "I…I know what could be done." Aladdin whispered carefully and began to detail his plan.

Inashal considered carefully, continuing to rub Mozenrath as if he had forgotten how silky the man's skin could be. The necromancer was caught between slumping into his masters arms and rejecting him until Aladdin was safe. "That may work…but are you going to keep your word my desert flower?"

Aladdin bowed his head softly, looking up at Inashal with honey brown eyes. "I won't run again master. I swear it. I will stay your slave as will Mozenrath."

"No tricks?" Inashal questioned.

"No tricks." Aladdin confirmed.

The prince seemed to relax, a small grim slipping over his lips. "Have you missed me my beauties?" he asked smoothly, beckoning to them.

"Yes master…" the two said in unison and came to tend their protectors needs.

"It has been so long my pets." Inashal brought Aladdin up to his face, guiding the young man's hand to the folds of his clothing. "Have you forgotten how to give over?" he asked teasingly. "Shall I teach you again?"

Aladdin felt breathless, his hips shaking eagerly. Everything he had been holding back in front of his peers was coming out. "You will have to tell me my master." He whispered and craned his neck. He remembered how much Inashal had loved licking along the nape of his shoulders. Indeed the man bore down with tooth and tongue, grabbing hold as if hungry for him.

Mozenrath tensed, watching them together made him hot from the toes up. Inashal would be gentle, insisting on keeping him apart so as not to injure him further. But did that mean he would receive no affection? None of the touch he longed for. He felt ashamed for needing the touch so desperately, but Inashal was like a drug. Once you'd tasted him, you wanted it again.

Inashal must have noticed. He chuckled and encouraged Aladdin to continue undressing him. "Come here my pale lily." He grinned as Mozenrath obeyed. "I will keep you close as well. You will not be laid aside just because I can not take the deepest part of you." He promised and kissed Mozenrath's lips. "My loves…" he murmured and slipped his hand under the gossamer silks covering his body. His fingers caressed the long ignored organ between his thighs, rising it to his needs. "Yes Mozenrath. Show me you've missed my touch." He whispered.

Mozenrath groaned, his body electric with need. "Yes, Inashal…" he gasped as his erection grew steadily. Aladdin came closer, wrapping his arms around Mozenrath's shoulders and pushing his lips against him. "Aladdin…ahhh!" The street rats fingers eagerly joined in with Inashal's grasping hold of the thickness and toying with it in his hands.

"Poor Aladdin…" Inashal mused. "You've been denied just as much haven't you." He chuckled and pulled them in closer. "It's alright. Touch him. Taste Mozenrath, but be gentle, he has been abused greatly." He grasped Aladdin's hair and pressed him into the sorcerers neck, letting the younger man nuzzle into the soft skin.

Mozenrath whined as Aladdin's tongue slid against his shoulder. Aladdin was persistent, as his mouth suckled against the tender exposed flesh, his hands worked over the cock, creating a lovely friction. The sorcerer weakened, his arms embracing around the lost tenderness. "Aladdin…" he begged. "I missed you so much…"

"I know Moze…" Aladdin licked his ear lobe as Inashal watched through enthralled eyes. "It's alright now…" he promised and his hands reached around, warm fingers finding the tender entrance. Mozenrath yelped and grit his teeth, willing to take it if Aladdin wished to… But the hero was more observant than that, his hand moved away and gently caressed his buttocks.

"You can…" Mozenrath said. "You both can…" he agreed but the two men hushed him.

"Rest Mozenrath." Inashal ordered with surprising care. "Aladdin will service us tonight. Won't you my repentant lover?" he asked and Aladdin gulped.

"It's been a while." He shook as Inashal pulled him closer, allowing Mozenrath to recline on the pillows. "Please…please master Inashal, be gentle."

"Only so far as I can be…" The prince grinned hungrily. "I've longed for you Aladdin." He yanked him closer, letting the dark haired young man fall flat against his chest. He did not hesitate to press his finger to his lips, moistening it till slick and pressing it to the pinkened entry. With a forceful touch he pressed in.

Aladdin clutched onto him and whined. "Master!" he started and strained as the finger moved in gracefully, pressing past the moist entry and into the wetness of his tunnel. "Ahhhh! Nygh!" he closed his eyes and shivered. He'd forgotten how good it felt to be toyed with.

"Mozenrath…" Inashal drawled. "Come…help him as he helped you once."

Without stopping Mozenrath fell to his knees and spread wide the crest of Aladdin's cheeks, looking at the finger pressed in deep. He wanted to taste Aladdin's body, to feel the press of his nether kiss. Inashal moved his fingers and held Aladdin open. "Come now." He ordered and Mozenrath obeyed.

Aladdin gasped as the slick tongue pressed to his tightness and Mozenrath hummed in delight. He lapped it up, fingers pulling his hips in closer as he tested Aladdin's sensations. "Moze! Moze!" Aladdin called out, falling forward between Inashal's thighs and feeling the hardness graze his cheek.

"Eager my love?" Inashal said and held his cock next to Aladdin's lips. "Take me in Aladdin. I miss the feeling of those strong lips on my manhood." Aladdin blushed bright red and opened his mouth, his pink tongue flickering over the large head. Inashal's face tensed and he grit his teeth, hands burying themselves in the thick hair. "Yessss." He groaned out.

Aladdin took a deep breath and opened his lips over the top, feeling the thickness fill his cheeks quickly. Mozenrath tongue went beyond the cusp and began steadily pushing inward, opening him with delicious heat. As the necromancer tended to his backdoor, his hands found the street man's cock and began to hold it desperately, wanting it all to himself. He wanted to feel the hotness of Aladdin's seed on his lips and within his core. He had missed this so much!

Inashal groaned as Aladdin took him in deeper, his head tilting to pull more. He gripped the sheets as it began to touch on his throat. Could he still take it that far? Would he be given a choice? Inashal looked down at him with a clever smile, waiting to see what Aladdin would decide. Aladdin sucked in as much air as he could and forced his head down.

Inashal's member pressed down against his throat, sliding in past the uvula and down the neck. Aladdin could not gulp, he could barely breath, but it still felt good. Full somehow. Mozenrath began teasing with his tongue, wriggling his little appendage around and around. His hands stroked Aladdin's manhood with greater speed, letting the pivoting wrist movements drive him wild inside.

The cock in his throat pushed deeper and Aladdin whimpered, his eyes tearing up a little from reflex. He felt his blood quicken in the veins and wonton desires flowed freely. Master…yes…deeper! He pleaded internally. He had forgotten how much he loved this, this sensation of being controlled and possessed. He had missed the sweetness of Mozenrath touching him and Inashal pressing him. What would happen tonight? Would Inashal test him completely, seek to find if he was still obedient before accepting him back?

Only time would tell.

Inashal began to buck in and out, watching Aladdin moaned around his girth. "Yes. That's it Aladdin. You've lost no talent my love!" he said and began to push faster and faster.

Mozenrath pulled his tongue out, leaving the pink hole glistening with moisture. With a swift movement he pulled himself under Aladdin's body and began to suck his cock with great enthusiasm. As Aladdin stiffened and groaned, Mozenrath snuck his fingers back to the entry, inserting two down past the sphincter.

Aladdin's eyes flew open as Inashal came in his mouth and Mozenrath began to pull his fingers apart. Inashal slid out with great care just in time to hear Aladdin call out in pleasure. His seed dripping from Aladdin's fine lips was such a sight he could barely keep from fucking his long lost slave right then. But he was better than that. Not for all the world would he see Aladdin hurt. Inashal lifted his head and lapped up the pearl like essence from Aladdin's cheek. "Well?" he asked sweetly.

"MASTER!" Aladdin cried and fell to the bed as Mozenrath pushed a third finger inward.

"Do not fib Aladdin, how much do you think you could bare tonight?" Inashal asked, an idea forming in his mind.

Aladdin looked up at him. "Anything." He whispered, Mozenrath pulling his fingers open wider and wider as his mouth devoured Aladdin down. "Anything Inashal…" he agreed breathlessly.

"Careful…" Inashal smiled. "I'll hold you to that."

Aladdin gasped as he was pulled forward on top of Inashal and away from Mozenrath's grasp. He gave the sorcerer a fleeting look as he was placed atop the hard cock. Mozenrath graciously cusped his cheeks, holding his hips steady as his legs began to give. The engorged head lay just as the wrinkles of his body. So quickly, so desperate Inashal had come to this point. Had he really missed his two favorites? Was he so eager for penetration?

Inashal took hold of his manhood and rubbed it along the crease. "Do you still long for me Aladdin?" he asked, forcing the young man to face him.

"I…I…" Aladdin gasped as his own weight worked against him, pressing down atop the head. To began to spread him open, seeking the burning knob inside his ass. It's been so long. Oh Allah can I still take him so deep? "Inashal please…please be careful…I don't know….nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnagh!"

The top popped in with incredible strength. It had been a while, his hips resisted and began to ache in protest at this sudden filling. Mozenrath moaned and began to lap along the edges, his hands working swiftly to sooth the muscle feeling pained. Aladdin sat up pin straight, his spine arching as he moved down, an echoing sound of something empty being pushed into hit his ears. Inashal's cock was just into his body, there was so much more to take.

"AH! So warm inside!" Inashal groaned and grasped Aladdin's hips. "Tell me Aladdin, how does it feel?"

Aladdin whimpered and bit his bottom lip. The sorcerers assistance made it a little easier, but still… But OH how he'd missed this. Thoughts of Jasmine faded from his mind, the pure, unadulterated feeling of now covering his body. "More…" he purred and Inashal smiled, pressing him down further.

Mozenrath began to chew on his back, enjoying the sight of Aladdin being where he once was, being penetrated. "That's it love." He encouraged, his hands wrapping around Aladdin's torso and down his abdomen. "You look so sweet with his cock inside of you."

A sudden spurt of playfulness filled him and Aladdin chuckled. "Do you like it Moze?" he teased and placed his hands on Inashal's chest pushing himself down further. Five inches had disappeared within his body with another five still to go. Inashal captured Aladdin's lips in his mouth and began to pump steadily, sliding his thickness in and out. Aladdin closed his eyes and shook, his insides clutching tightly around his master.

Suddenly Inashal attacked. He pushed Aladdin down on the bed and spread his thighs wide, his hips strong and ready to possess what was his. Aladdin gasped, eyes wide in apprehension as he pushed his hands up against Inashal's chest. "Master…" he whispered pleadingly. His body shivered and Inashal smiled, a little wickedly, and began to press further.

Aladdin ached, his head leaning back as he tried to take it. "Ahhh! Gagh!" he cried out as Mozenrath began to breath heavily. Aladdin screeched as it came to him, Inashal gripped on tight and rammed in, slamming Aladdin to capacity till nothing but his testicles could be see on the outside. "YAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHNYA!" Aladdin had no choice but to wrap his arms around as he was pummeled for the first time in months.

All semblance of gentleness disappeared. Though Inashal still continued to rub him, trying to make it easier, he was a master in need. He had not indulged since Aladdin and Mozenrath's betrayal, much to his harems disappointment. He had abstained completely, the burning pain of Aladdin's departure and Mozenrath's enslavement removing any desire from his body.

But now, with the two back under his control, he was going to let them know how much they had been missed.

Aladdin began to cry. Not from pain, it ached but that wasn't it. Something he had hidden from the world was brimming to the top. His body was so hormone drenched and soaked with vicious lust he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Wetness slipped from his eyes and he sobbed, flexing hard around Inashal, pumping his thighs up and down to aid the taking. Mozenrath kissed his cheeks, licking up the salty tears as Aladdin smiled.

Inashal flipped him over and assailed his senses again, the plush hips bucking upwards as his master fucked his steadily. The handsome prince roared and dug his nails in, the ignored prostate inside Aladdin's body throbbing to the rhythm. "Aladdin…ah your so tight! I've wanted this for so long!" he slammed in again and again, owning the body beneath him. His cock was like stone, aching and wild inside Aladdin. He touched the moist cheeks and kissed his neck. "Am I hurting you my love?" he asked, a little frightened that perhaps he'd taken it too far. His pace slowed.

"No!" Aladdin begged. "No! Don't stop! Please Inashal!" he whimpered and cried out as he was pushed into again. "Moze…" he whispered and pulled the sorcerer close to him, nuzzling the sweet hips and licking along the strong erection there.

"Al…" Mozenrath gasped as wet lips opened around his manhood. "Aladdin!" he whined as his legs locked and Aladdin took him down swiftly. His head bobbed up and down, eagerly consuming the cock. "Ah…yes! Al!" he was so hard already, his testicles swollen with desperation. He wanted to come so bad.

Aladdin made a strange noise in his throat as Inashal came inside of him, the whiteness brimming out from the tightened space and leaving it hollow as his master pulled out. He shivered, ready to lay down, but Inashal was not done yet. He grasped hold of Aladdin, taking rope from the bedside and lashing his arms together. "Master wha…ugngh!" he whined as Inashal lifted his leg and smiled at Mozenrath.

"Come here my love." He invited. "Let us enjoy him together."

Mozenrath gasped, hesitating. But Aladdin looked at him, warm and wanting and spread his legs open further. "It's alright Moze…" he encouraged. "Mozenrath…I want it…" he swore, not fully aware of what it entailed, but willing to try.

Mozenrath approached, kissing up and down Aladdin's neck. "Do you Aladdin?" he asked and the street rat nodded. Mozenrath took hold of Inashal's cock and rubbed it across the pulled open entry. "Do you want it bad?" he asked as Inashal's grasped the hips of them. Mozenrath gasped as both their members were rubbed against the entry.

Aladdin moaned, waiting for it to begin. Inashal pushed inside first, only entering the first few inches, letting Aladdin acclimate to it once more. And then…

Mozenrath began to press in.

Aladdin clawed along the sorcerers shoulder's his mouth opening wide enough see his pink throat. The head of Mozenrath's manhood had to squeeze in delicately, but once it popped inside, the sorcerer moaned in relief. "Aladdin…" he whispered.

"Oh god Moze…Inashal…" Aladdin felt himself seize up, his body complaining at the sudden new pull. "Nyagha!" he raked his nails down Inashal's arms as they both pushed in further. He squealed delightfully as the two cocks took turns sliding in and out, each one taking the time to let him know he was owned. Inashal laid back, letting the hero lie against his chest. Mozenrath moved forward and he was pressed between them.

"Gods! Al your so tight." He called out, his cock steadily moving further into the ass. Inashal grinned, pulling Mozenrath's body closer. Harder and harder, their manhood's forcing his tightness to open wider. Aladdin shrieked and gnashed his teeth, little spasms of pleasure and pain shooting through him. He was going to come, and with the way Inashal was looking at him, it was not going to be the last time tonight.

Sun rose hot and heavy over the islands. The populace of what had been Agrabah had been gathered but left unharmed on the beach. Many stood clutching their families in terror of what the empire might next do to them. Jasmine was there, sitting tall and straight, trying to look strong for her people despite her fears. She had seen Inashal, remembered his face from that night and how fondly he had stroked Aladdin. Who knew what that foul bastard had been doing to her beloved all night along?

Suddenly Inashal appeared at the gangplank, in his hand a golden leash. He began to walk down, head tall and straight as the chains in his hands tightened and two men were made to follow him down to the sands.

The crowd gasped.

Aladdin forced down his pride and walked quietly, forcefully after Inashal. He was in the outfit that marked him now, gold bracelets and piercing, only small wisps of cloth that could be easily pushed aside. He still ached from his first night back under his owners arms. Mozenrath was still too tender and aching to be able to accept the full girth of Inashal's attentions, and so Aladdin had taken it all within himself.

"Refugees of Agrabah!" Inashal began, his strong baritone voice echoing through the air. "Be thankful and rejoice. You Sultan has struck a bargain with the ever forgiving empire to secure your safety at his own expense. And we the Empire, being reasonable and willing to compromise, have accepted." For a brief moment relief came, some of the people even relaxed enough to stop suffocating their comforters.

"What is this bargain?" Jasmine stood up, pushing aside the spears that held her back.

Inashal raised an eyebrow as Aladdin shook his head no. "And you would be the abdicated Princess Jasmine I presume?"

"I am! And as princess and Sultana I demand to know what my husband has bargained for our kingdom!" She grit her teeth and looked scornfully at Inashal. Defiler! Rapist! Scum!

"You should hold your tongue sultana." Inashal said firmly. "For quite shortly you are to be the only leader of these people, and I would hate to see them left stranded without some form of government."

"What do you mean?" Jasmine began to sound panicked.

Inashal turned deftly to the crowd. "In exchange for keeping your presence on these islands a secret as well as leaving your people left alive…Aladdin has agreed to give himself to me as tribute for your procured safety." There was a gasp and murmuring began to ripple through the crowd. By now everyone had heard the rumors of what their hero/Sultan had gone through under Inashal's grasp. And yet he was willing to return to it all for them! How brave! How bold! How self sacrificing!

Aladdin couldn't help but grin. Let them think what they wanted. It didn't matter anymore. He would never have found himself saying this or even admitting it to himself, but last night had awoken something within his blood. Inashal was right. He burned and bent and opened wide to have his master buried up to the pelvis inside of him. And as Mozenrath watched a dark, secret part of Aladdin longed to bring the sorcerer into their activities.

"No!" Jasmine hollered. "No! You twisted fiend! You can not have my husband!" she screamed and Inashal snapped his fingers. The guards tossed her back on the sands, but did not hurt her. She was not a real threat as far as the empire was concerned.

"This was a decision made between sultans princess, you have no right to interfere." He spoke calmly.

"I don't believe it! You threatened him somehow." She insisted.

Inashal turned to his slave and gestured towards Jasmine. "You may speak for yourself my treasure."

The look of shock and misunderstanding on her face was priceless as Aladdin looked her in the eyes. "Jasmine, please…you have to understand…"

"Understand what? That your leaving me? Abandoning your people?"

"It's not like that. I can't lead them anymore, you know that. I'm a disgrace here, not a one of them trust me any more." That was close enough to the truth without being hurtful. He had loved her, he still did on a level. But he had realized something about himself he knew she would never accept. "You have to be the one to lead them Jasmine. And I have to give the empire something to make them leave us alone."

"But Aladdin…" she was going to cry. He could never stand the sight of tears in her eyes.

"It's alright. Mozenrath is coming too and…"

Her eyes turned dark. "Oh…I see." She took a step away from him. "I see." She said again, her chest rising and falling with greater speed. She grit her teeth, looking as though she might cry.

"Jasmine try to understand…" Aladdin started.

"You do whatever the hell you want you…you…" Her voice raised no more than a whisper and she coiled her fingers into her palms. No one else heard it, or at least no one else reacted.

"Faggot."

Aladdin stiffened, shocked as much by the fact that she knew such a word as much as that she said it. "Jasmine…"

"You go to hell." She never rose her voice above audible between the two of them. "You go back on that damn boat and have your fun. Forget your responsibility to me and your people…"

"It's not like that. He wants me Jasmine. Me and Mozenrath. Just for that he's willing to let our people live without the Empire…"

"Oh don't act so selfless!" she hissed. "Your doing this entirely for yourself!" she scoffed. "I should never have rescued you… If I'd have known it would come to this…"

"Enough." Inashal said and pulled Aladdin's leash back. He put his hand possessively on the younger man's shoulder and chuckled. "You appeared to need some rescuing my lovely hero…" he sounded quite amused.

"You have no idea…" He hadn't meant it to come out so bitter.

"Are you ready then?"

Aladdin took a deep breath and nodded. This was the plan. They needed to give the people a show. Something to let them know to what extend the Empire could control them. Aladdin's humiliation would keep the leftovers of the kingdom from making any stupid choices later on.

"Witness people of Agrabah!" Inashal commanded and grasped Aladdin firmly by the hair, shoving him up against a tree. His leash was wrapped around the trunk and his hands tied together on the other side to keep him in place. Inashal stood back as the guards spread his legs open.

"Children shouldn't have to see this!" Someone hollered over the sea.

Inashal nodded and sent the guards to take the children around the cliff side and out of hearing rang. It really wasn't necessary to bring them into it as the adults were the target audience. The men went back to work, chaining Aladdin's legs apart and staking them to the ground. Inashal walked over the Aladdin's eyes and ran his fingers through the thick, dark hair. "After this…no one but myself and Mozenrath will ever lay hands on you again." He swore and ran his fingers over Aladdin's cheeks. "Be strong my sweet. You will be in my arms soon enough." He gave the signal, and the first guard opened the front of his trousers and spread Aladdin's cheeks.