The past week had been beyond anything the sorcerer had experienced. He had learned from his punishment with the stable hands, and feigned obedience. Of course it would have been impossible to believe someone like him could be broken so quickly. So he portrayed, rather than completely submissive sex slave, to someone smart enough to do what he was told. He had not been penetrated, at least not by anything attached to someone. He realized with a small amount of gratefulness that his "Masters" had been giving his body time to accommodate something bigger.

Aladdin watched as Mozenrath knelt before him on the floor, head bowed, arms folded down, hips high in the air. Oh he had no doubt the sorcerer had a look of unfathomable hatred on his face, but that didn't matter yet. What mattered was what his actions were. "Good slave. Your progressing well." He took a sip of spiced wine. The hero had enjoyed training his new slave. One of his favorite lessons was positioning Mozenrath in the most exposing or difficult way possible, then using him like a piece of furniture. Only last night he had suspended Mozenrath from the ceiling , keeping his arms and legs separate like a hammock as he ate an exquisite meal off his stomach.

After only a week of education, Mozenrath had learned to anticipate his mast…Aladdin's whims, appearing subservient and obedient. So far nothing had been asked of him besides obedience since the first night, he suspected that the spouses didn't trust him around their private areas until they knew he wouldn't bite them off. He smiled internally, showing fear was the first mistake.

Aladdin signaled and Mozenrath crawled to him on all fours, whispering. "How may I serve you…(gulp) master?" he still tripped over that word. He couldn't create the illusion if he couldn't fake that word.

Aladdin smacked his backside. "Sit still slave." He ordered and sat down on Mozenrath's back, pressing his naked flesh to flesh. He sat his cup on Mozenrath's head and relaxed, looking around the chambers curiously.

"Would you like me to rock master?" Mozenrath said, unable to keep all sarcasm out of his voice.

Aladdin's large hand smacked him across the backside again, making him jolt. The cup sloshed a little wine and it trickled down Mozenrath's cheeks in red tendrils. "Don't get funny." He ordered and ran his hands gently through Mozenrath's black curls. He smiled suddenly and Mozenrath felt Aladdin's other hand caress his ass, smoothing the fingers over his cheeks, spreading them and encircling his entryway.

'Don't ruin it.' He warned himself to keep his body under control, though the anticipation made him tingle. He couldn't give up the ruse now. The more control Aladdin and his wench thought they had, the easier his eventual escape would be. But he couldn't hold back a yelp as one of Aladdin's fingers wet with lotion entered him from behind. A strange sensation began in his chest, making it difficult to breath for a moment. Aladdin grabbed his hair with holding but not painful force and slide another finger deep inside, probing, questing for something hidden.

Mozenrath stifled a gasp of enjoyment. His nails scratched the carpets as he tried to think of something else. A part of him knew that Aladdin would enjoy seeing him in pleasure, but another wanted to resist this feeling of slowly consuming heat.

"That's it slave." Aladdin coaxed him and Mozenrath realized that, lost in thought, he'd begun to slowly push against the fingers. His whole face turned red with embarrassment and he tried to stop. But too late. Aladdin sensed deliberate hesitance and began pushing his fingers faster, creating sweet friction between them. For just a second, Mozenrath closed his eyes and let out a long, delighted moan, a wave of warmpth overtaking him. The stiffness of his shoulders went lax and he buckled under the hero. The wine cup fell from it's perch, spilling all over the mirror.

Aladdin stood, removing his fingers and leaving Mozenrath with an ache he'd yet experienced. "On your knees slave." He ordered and Mozenrath obeyed. He lifted up a cushion of the couch and took out a box with velvet inlay. Mozenrath craned his neck to see what was in it. Aladdin snapped his head around and Mozenrath looked hastily at the floor, pretending to be uninterested. A low chuckle followed his display.

"Close your eyes." Aladdin said and Mozenrath obeyed. Something short and thick slid into his hand and he was instructed to put it at his entrance. Warm lubricant was spread around his ass and Aladdin gave a laughing snort at his muffled reaction. He put a hand on either cheek, spreading them wide so that the tight, puckered entry was exposed. "Slide it in."

He did so gingerly. The head of it was small, spanning out in a rounded triangle so it took up more room as it went deeper. He grit his teeth as he tried to balance himself, pushing in the next inch. "Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "Damn …." He whimpered and tried to pull out.

Aladdin shook his head even though Mozenrath still had his eyes closed. "Deeper." He instructed. Mozenrath's loins tightened and he pushed another inch past, making little whining sounds. His entry was being stretched slowly, curving and expanding in such a wonderful way. "Not too much. Push it in and out slave, let yourself feel the resistance."

Mozenrath yelled in anguish as Aladdin's words came true. The resistance of what ever it was against his insides felt so delicious he lost his balance, pushing his ass even higher as Aladdin chuckled. "Don't laugh!." Mozenrath muttered angrily and slammed his fist against the mirror, distorting it momentarily.

Suddenly Aladdin's hand was on his own, trapping his wrists behind his back, forcing the dildo in deeper and deeper, becoming a little faster with each inch. He brushed Mozenrath's tresses gently over his neck, licking at the nape and sending shivers down his spine. "That's it, let the pleasure lick your insides slave."

Mozenrath buried his head in his arm and bit down hard. But Aladdin permitted no noise unheard. He grabbed both the sorcerers hands and pinned him down, thrusting the toy in with a deliriously slow pace. Mozenrath tossed his head from side to side, trying to see what was being done to him. He felt another swell of the item and suddenly Aladdin we in front of him, something else was holding the toy in place…inside him!

Aladdin sat back, opening his robe to expose his nudity. He beckoned Mozenrath closer, which he managed, even if it was awkward. He looked up into those dark brown eyes and herd his master say. "Pleasure me slave."

Mozenrath faltered for a moment, not completely sure of what was meant by this. The hero seemed to sense it and brought him up slowly for a long, lingering kiss. Their tongues met and Mozenrath felt his bottom lip tremble. 'Damn it what's wrong with me!' he asked himself enraged. 'How can I react like this?' Aladdin held his head close, intensifying the kiss to suckle Mozenrath's tongue between his lips. 'Gods help me…oh yessssssss.' He refused to speak it aloud as Aladdin pushed the device in again and again, it still refused to hit the spot inside that begged for touching, but it was teasing, teasing so wonderfully.

Mozenrath bent down and took Aladdin's dark caramel nipple into his lips, licking it round and round his with pink tongue. He touched the broad chest experimentally, feeling the hard, lean muscles hidden under skin. He devoured the perky nub, listening to Aladdin's breath rise and fall more sporadically. A sudden sense of control seized him and Mozenrath attacked the hero, holding him tight and conquering each little crevice he could find between the neck and the pelvis, kissing it, teasing it, touching it.

Aladdin laughed, somewhat surprised. "Relax…relax…slave." He pushed Mozenrath's head up and saw the near desperate look in those black eyes. The moment he caught and held the sorcerers gaze that same desperation was replaced with shame, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Before anything else could be spoken, Mozenrath avoided his eye and took the head of Aladdin's manhood into his mouth. The head was firm and smooth, sliding deeper gently as it became long and ridged. He moved his lips along the crests of skin, letting the texture create little waves of pleasure. Aladdin's hand stretched out into his hair, caressing the thick ebony curls and encouraging him to take the shaft deeper.

Aladdin clenched his jaw and moaned a little. "Yes….ummmmm…." he groaned as Mozenrath tried to accommodate the rest of him. The hero wasn't as girthy as Mozenrath, but he made up for it in length, topping his own by about two inches. Something in the back of his minded wondered…just briefly…how it might feel…inside…

He forced the notion away. Thoughts like that were distracting. He was only accommodating Aladdin and his wife until he figured a way around the manacles. He took the hero in another inch, and was surprised with an encouraging hand against his skin. Aladdin ran his fingers down the other mans spin, whispering softly, massaging his shoulders in a pleasant way.

Mozenrath's face turned beat red. Oh no! Not again! He tried to think of something, anything other than what was happening. But it was no use, his cock was hardening, throbbing from it's confinement and urges. Damn it all to Hell! Why did this have to turn him on? Here he was, drenched in sweat and wine, serving Aladdin with his mouth, and his body was reacting to it superbly.

Aladdin had to admire the sorcerers frame, he was on all fours, his head tilted up where he could watch his member enter the sorcerers plush lips. The long, lanky frame now seemed tight and exotic. And that rump. He hadn't mentioned that when Mozenrath bent over, his rear cheeks formed that shape of a heart. He bucked his hips, pushing more of his phallus into Mozenrath's mouth. He wanted to push himself into that tight hind entrance. To hold tight on Mozenrath's hips as he bucked inside, penetrating till he heard the sharp begs of pleasure. But not now, no. Mozenrath wasn't ready for that. Too much too fast might break his slave completely.

The sorcerer moaned and tasted something in his mouth. The tension on Aladdin's face accompanied with the hard, swelling shaft. Mozenrath gulped and wondered if he would be expected too…

His answer came soon enough. Aladdin gave a great moan and Mozenrath felt the hot, wet juices run into his mouth. He held it, and swallowed, surprised to find it had an altogether not unpleasant taste. He took a breath and swallowed, letting the pearly white fluid into his body. Suddenly, Aladdin gently pulled him up, leaning the sorcerer into the crook of his arm and taking hold of the toy, pushing it in and out of Mozenrath with quickening pace.

He couldn't hold it back, not now. Mozenrath screamed from deep in his chest, letting all the blazing sensations inside go where they wanted. He whimpered and said things he would never admit to later in languages he hoped Aladdin couldn't understand. And if he could…he'd die of embarrassment. The great and powerful sorcerer Mozenrath, begging, pleading for more, asking for anything just to feel it. He couldn't help himself, the toy was rubbing against something inside, not truly satisfying what he needed, but placating it, giving it a taste of what was possible.

The rush was on him, taking over his strength and bending it forcefully to pleasure. He felt the need pushing between his legs and in his ass. Sweet bliss was banging down the door and demanding it's rights. Mozenrath yelled in desperation and let himself go over the edge. Consequences be damned, he wanted this now!

But Aladdin wouldn't let him.

He pulled the toy away at the last second. Placing the cock restraint on the sorcerer just a fraction tighter. There was a scream of outrage. How dare he! Shaken and dazed, Mozenrath could only moan in frustration as he was refused release again. He whimpered deep inside and forced himself to face a smiling Aladdin. 'Please…oh Gods please don't stop…I'll do anything just please come back.' He forced the begging down and managed a vindictive sneer. "Lost…" he took another gulp of air and tried to settle his shaking voice. "Lost your stamina hero?" it came out better than he'd hoped, and even sounded a bit taunting.

Aladdin's face fell, in fact he seemed truly disappointed. "And I thought we'd come so far." He said.

'Well YOU have anyway.' Mozenrath muttered and tried, unsuccessfully, to pick himself up. His legs were like jelly, and the floor was comfortable enough.

Aladdin shook his head and stood. "Don't expect myself or Jasmine for the next day or so. We have an envoy and won't be able to steal time away." He turned back around. "I give you permission to use the toy you enjoyed so much today, but you may not take off the restraint." He thought for a moment and held Mozenrath's face with both hands. "Just think on today." He whispered and sucked the sorcerers lower lip into his mouth, tracing his teeth with his tongue. The kiss deepened and Mozenrath went with it. "Think of it being like that constantly. Would it be so bad? So horrid, to belong to someone?"

"I can't be owned." He said in a moment of self possessiveness. "I won't be owned. You have no idea what your asking me to submit myself too." He blushed at the thought of sharing these facts with the hero, but Aladdin seemed to be listening and taking his words into consideration.

"And what am I asking of you?" The hero asked, his voice low and sultry without him realizing it.

"To be your personal whore." He spat the last word with bitterness. "To display myself in front of the world as your submissive pet." His pride forbid it, his very essence required independence to operate. "To give up everything I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed for this" He gestured around the room at all the riches and décor. He would be no man or woman's plaything. Not now, not ever.

"To make a concession of pride for something you clearly want." Aladdin touched his cheek again, sliding a finger teasingly across his lips. Mozenrath took strong hold over his body, forcing himself not to lean into the sensation or respond to it. "I will leave you to think on it." He stood and left without another word.