Mozenrath whimpered in relief as his hands were released and he slid down into Aladdin's waiting arms. What was that? Four, no five times this afternoon. The ache of penetration had dimmed, but Aladdin seemed to find new ways to stimulate him each time. He felt those strong dark arms close around his chest and couldn't help but sigh in delight at the street rats touch.
Former street rat.
The scheme had been successful. The street rat he knew as Aladdin was now Sultan Aladdin, Lord of Agrabah, Keeper of the Palace etc. He had suffered through the humiliating exhibition of being shown to the allied forces. The great and powerful Mozenrath, bowing half naked before Aladdin and Jasmine, had caused quite a stir. Explanations had been demanded, and given.
To be honest not everyone was pleased, but for an unexpected reason. They had little care for Aladdin's activates with the bound sorcerer. They wished to know why the dangerous man had not been put to death. But aside from any objections, Aladdin had fulfilled the criteria, they had no choice but to accept him as Sultan.
Of course, now that all was out in the open, stipulations had come under scrutiny. Some of it Mozenrath wasn't going to complain about. For instance, Jasmine was going to be spending as little official time with him as possible, and absolutely none without the eyes of her husband there. She was now Queen in every way, and expected to provide the necessary heirs to the kingdom. In fact this was something she herself had insisted upon. There could be no question that the children she bore were Aladdin's. He might be Sultan, but he had yet to earn favor amongst the allies. They would take any excuse to keep his children from ascending the throne.
Another, one he was no so pleased to hear. Mozenrath was not allowed to go above the position of palace concubine. As a man, he could no be expected to perform certain duties to his lord and sultan. So he was (officially at least) considered little more than a whore. An exotic, unusual whore, but still…
Aladdin was being gentle again, stroking the sorcerer's neck with a feather light touch. Mozenrath shivered and felt a tingle between his cheeks. He hadn't been taken this time around, giving his tight little ass a chance to recover from the last four before that. Damn him, but Aladdin had boundless stamina. It wasn't just that he could go four or five or six times in a row, but that each time took nearly an hour or more to finish. There was no such thing as a quick tumble or in and out in Aladdin's harem! Whatever future girls ended up here would have no reason to lure a handsome guard into their clutches. And the worst (or best) part, Aladdin never forgot Mozenrath's pleasure, as if making up for forbidding it to him so long.
Worse, every touch and caress only made Mozenrath more and more Aladdin's creature. Now he nuzzled into Aladdin's chest, cat like, eager for more attention. Aladdin had made the discovery that Mozenrath was not unlike a feline, snapping away from a well meant touch if he didn't want it, and demanding affection when he chose. Of course unlike a cat, Aladdin could order him around whenever he wished. And Mozenrath would obey without question. But he preferred to save that for emergencies, like proving to the council that the deadly man was well in control.
"Lay down." Aladdin spoke softly, helping Mozenrath to slip onto a flat, steady table. He had taken extra time today with Mozenrath. He wanted to discover every little secret his slave had, each little curve and inch of skin had a thousand possibilities for arousal, and he wouldn't stop till he learned each one. And one of the best ways to do that was a massage. The entire body was accessible, and in a somewhat lucid state. He would play around and see what made Moze twinge and tick.
Mozenrath groaned as Aladdin poured cool lotion in his hands and began a firm, downward stroke against Mozenrath's shoulder, curving his hands inward against the shoulder blade and up around the neck. He did this a few more times, loosening the muscle there and slipped onto the back, putting his hands together on their side and pressing down the spine. Mozenrath arched and succumbed to the new sensation. "What arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre…" he lengthened the word, mouth open as Aladdin pulled his hands under either side of Mozenrath's rib cage and stretched him up. "Ohhh! What are you doing?"
"It's shiatsu, at least some parts of it are. Jasmine hired a personal massager a few months back and I picked up on his technique so I could do it myself." He preformed the same move going up and down the back, around the hips, and on each leg. "Do you like?" He pressed the ball of his hand on either side of the spine, pressing down and up.
Mozenrath let out a low, growling sound of intense pleasure and didn't answer. Aladdin worked his body up and down, rubbing him down with the lilac scented lotion. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting his body come down from the physical high of orgasm. He didn't know how long he had before Aladdin over came his better senses and…
Mozenrath forced the image down. Not now. Even with his mothers foul mixture inside him, he had no intention of remaining the street rats personal concubine! Oh it was easy enough to forget himself when he was wrapped in silks, pressed to Aladdin's chest and… Damn it!
He could forget himself in the bedroom. Aladdin had a way of erasing everything else going on. Revenge, eradication, dominating the hero. All of that could vanish away like fog at noon when he was wrapped in those arms. Even like this, Aladdin's unwavering hands questing over his body made him want to push all else away. But he refused to forget all that had been done. He would have his vengeance against them all, even Mirage!
Aladdin picked up Mozenrath's foot and began running his thumbs over the center of his foot between the heel and the ball. Sudden Mozenrath shot up with a start, making a noise in the back of his throat. "Stop it!" He spun to face Aladdin, his face twitching oddly.
Aladdin tilted his head in question, and did it again. A twitch of a smile quickly hidden by obvious discomfort, and Mozenrath glared at him. Aladdin grinned outright, yanked Mozenrath closer. "So your ticklish?" he teased ran the tip of his fingernail over the sorcerers toes. Mozenrath squealed in a very unmasculine fashion and kicked himself off the table, frantically trying to stand.
"Don't do that!" he snapped. "It feels…" he didn't get the next word out before Aladdin was on him, smiling broadly. Mozenrath whimpered and bent towards him, unable to reject close contact.
"Your ticklish." Aladdin announced as if it were the greatest discovery ever. He pulled Mozenrath over to a pillar decked with golden chains. "Lay against it and slip your hands in Mozenrath. I think I've found something here and I want to test my theory." He helped Mozenrath snap himself into the manacles and gazed at the sorcerers exposed body. "I love seeing you like this you know." He took a ball gag from a near by table and slid it into Mozenrath's mouth. "It's something about having you unable to stop me. Unable to beg or plead for me to stop." He ran his hands through Mozenrath's hair. "Remember when you told me I just wasn't that ruthless?" Mozenrath hummed worriedly into his restraint. "Well…I guess we'll find out if that's true or not."
Mozenrath watched as Aladdin took a strap on and fastened it to the pillar, adjusting it so it touched the very outside of Mozenrath's sphincter. He loosened the chains so that the sorcerer bowed at the waist, putting himself in the perfect position for entry. The young man whined as he was pushed back onto it, filling the first few inches of him up. Aladdin chuckled and walked over to a large bed, taking a pillow and ripping it open. Feathers went everywhere, wafting past in the balmy breeze. Aladdin picked up a rather large feather, an ostrich plum by the look and looked at a very nervous Mozenrath.
"Take yourself." He ordered. "Slowly." He had chosen the best toy for something like this. It's shape was completely different from a real phallus, bulbous and circular. Each layer was a bit larger than then one before. It was created so as it stretch the tight cavity larger and larger as time went by. Unfortunately, that also meant Mozenrath couldn't land on it too quickly.
Mozenrath eyed the feather, he had no choice to obey. Slowly, he pressed himself back onto it, pushing the first ball past his entry. It was a sweet sensation, filling up just a small section of his cavity. He moaned into the gag, head bending back to reveal his handsome features. Aladdin nodded, pleased as he slowly drew the feather under Mozenrath's chin and across his cheeks.
The sorcerer jerked away, distinctly uncomfortable, but Aladdin grabbed him by the hair and forced him to hold still as he ran the plume over his neck and shoulders. Mozenrath made a bizarre kneeling sound into the gag, trying not to twitch. Aladdin would have none of it and pushed him back just enough for the second circle to push in. Mozenrath gulped and closed his eyes, sliding himself back and forth along it.
"Does it feel good?" Aladdin asked gently. Mozenrath looked up at him and shook his head yes. "That's it. Enjoy yourself." He encouraged and slid the feather down Mozenrath's sides. Few people realized how wonderful tickling could be, but Mozenrath was becoming a fast learner. It was strangely akin to the feeling of sexual friction. A smooth, grazing sensation that teased the basest nerves on his skin into stimulation. Mozenrath tried with all his might to jerk away, pull himself as far from the touch as possible. The soft, sliding feathers across his skin made him squirm and twitch in odd direction. Aladdin chuckled in a low tone. "That is so cute." He grinned.
Mozenrath shot him an enraged look. Cute! How the bloody hell am I…" Thought ceased as another circle widened his pink star. He felt a wordless groan escape, leading into an agonizing sharp sound from between his lips. Aladdin slipped off the ball gag and stroked his proud erection. Mozenrath licked his lips in anticipation, unaware he was doing so. Aladdin pressed the tip to Mozenrath's mouth and allowed to sorcerer to take it in at his own pace. The man's slow, languid tongue traced circles around his throbbing member, enticing it. Aladdin moaned and let out a grunt of approval.
Encouraged, Mozenrath tested himself, slowly taking it in another inch. His reward was the hero's breath hitch, telling him he was doing wonderfully. Another inch, one more…he forced his gag reflex down and took Aladdin into his mouth as deep as he could. Aladdin's eyes sprung open as he yelled in pleasure, grasping a hand full of Mozenrath hair, ignoring the sorcerer yelp of surprise. He sucked his master's organ, almost intrigued of how much control it gave him over the younger man. Apparent all Destain's little torments had proved good for something. Aladdin was in his grasp, however momentarily. He moved his head from the shaft and onto the testicals, licking each one with his tongue.
Aladdin hesitantly pulled back and out of the sorcerers reach. "Did I tell you to do that?" he said, controlling his heavy breathing. Actually, that had felt wonderful! But Aladdin was no fool, he had quickly become aware of Mozenrath's controlling nature. The day might come where he could let Mozenrath do all the work, but for now, he was still struggling to let his slave know who really was the boss here.
Mozenrath tried to look innocent, an impossible feat on his part. "What do you mean?" Aladdin laughed and lifted his chin.
"You are still trying to be the conqueror here Mozenrath." He explained and released Mozenrath from the bonds and the false shaft. "You have got to understand that you can't try and rule here." He watched anger come over Mozenrath's face and back up enough to avoid a blow.
Mozenrath stood with firm authority. "You will never be my conqueror Aladdin!" he flared at the street rat and spun away from him. He would hold his will power damn it! "Your potion forces obedience on me. Like your jinn's lamp did. But be forewarned, you have not made me the submissive, not by a long shot!" He stalked away, holding his head high for the first time in nearly three months. But his little rebellion was short lived. He was grabbed and thrust down onto the couch with a sudden ferocity, brought around to stare at those bold brown eyes.
Even now, he could not find anger there. No hatred or disappointment. Just Aladdin, soul naked for him to see. Mozenrath felt the hero's arms wrap around him holding the male curviness of his body. He gulped and pushed away, very gently. Aladdin held him there, kissing Mozenrath's forehead, them each of his eyelids with a feather light touch of lips against flesh. "No…Aladdin…" Mozenrath gasped and pushed a little harder. He was by no means a muscular man, but he still had strength. "Aladdin stop!"
To his surprise, Aladdin back away, no more than a fraction of an inch. Mozenrath bit his lip, a little afraid. "I…I didn't think you would stop." He whispered and realized his body was reacting naturally. His arousal was in plain sight, angry, proud, demanding. Aladdin was holding his tight, rubbing his firm hands up and down the structure.
Aladdin nodded. "I didn't want to." He admitted.
"Then…why did you?" Mozenrath asked before he could stop himself and realized what it sounded like. "Why did you stop Aladdin?" His voice sounded frail, ragged with longing.
Aladdin's reach went high, toying with the erection. "Do you want me to keep going?"
Mozenrath suddenly caught onto the game. He wants me to say it. That son of a mange ridden jackal! He's going to make me say it! He opened his mouth to say no and throw himself from the hero, but he didn't get the chance. Aladdin dove his head down and took Mozenrath thick member into his own mouth.
There was no time for him to curb himself, Mozenrath threw his head back and moaned. Aladdin's jaws worked him expertly, his tongue creating waves of hot affection against him. Aladdin could not take him in all the way, but what his mouth could not hold he put his hand too, stroking in time with tongue and fist. Mozenrath tenderly reach down and took Aladdin's head in his hands, pushing him down further.
Aladdin jerked his head up, grabbing Mozenrath's arms in his hands and holding them in a cuff like grip. That's it, hold me down! Mozenrath was shocked at himself for even thinking that! He was enjoying this! This possession of his body, the mocking of his needs was only serving to drive him wild. But Aladdin seemed to read his mind, diving back down to frustrate the hardness, tilting his head to give Mozenrath the perfect view, and flickering his tongue out over the head. Mozenrath groaned and whined just a little, his eyes pleading with Aladdin to continue. Aladdin smiled and took the head into his mouth, taking his time and warming the hardness.
Mozenrath closed his eyes a let out a long moan, bucking his hips up into Aladdin's lush lips. The wet schlup schlup sound driving him mad. Aladdin lifted his head enough for the wizard to watch his member slip in and out of those lips. The sight made an animalistic sound erupt from his throat, low and frantic. Quicker, and quicker, Aladdin took him in, devouring the taste and flavor. Suddenly Mozenrath gripped the bed sheets and threw his head back. "Alaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadin!"
His eyes flew open as the flood of male desire came into his mouth. He held on till the flow stemmed, and swallowed giving a last lick before removing his mouth of Mozenrath's member. Aladdin looked up at his lover, eyes hungry for something more carnal, more fulfilling. Mozenrath whimpered and started to spread his legs, ready to feel the firm, unrelenting weight of Aladdin's body on his.
A sudden explosion erupted in the marketplace bellow. The wild, maniacal laughter followed by the sound of clanking metal and whirling gears.
"Attention filthy pheasants of Agrabah!" Mechanicales stood atop his newest creation, a huge dung beetle shaped mechanism. "It is time to bow before Mechanicales, Greatest of the Great Greek Geniuses." He lowered himself to the control panel, pulling a lever and pressing several buttons. The town watched, horrified as the beetle excreted a mass amount of wax from it's ass end and used it's hind legs to form it into a ball. The skinny Greek pressed another button and a flame shot forth. The citizens ran for cover as the hurling ball came down on them, coating the city in smooth, shiny wax!
Aladdin stood on the parapet covered in a robe as he and Mozenrath looked on. "Well…" Aladdin sighed. "Welcome to Agrabah."
