Aladdin was just beginning to feel the creeping doubt as Mozenrath bit down on his lip, drawing blood only to lap it up again. He knew Mozenrath wouldn't kill him, who would save someone at great personal risk only to slaughter them? The back corner of his mind told him that Mozenrath was exactly that kind of person, but he had taken precautions. Genie had been kind enough to put a little mark on the back of Aladdin's head, hidden by his thick black hair. If Mozenrath suddenly got too rough, all the hero had to do was think it and he would vanish from sight.

But he deserves a chance. Aladdin murmured as Mozenrath reached for the cords that bound him to the bedposts. I'm going to let him have this, even for just one night. He had become determined of that. He gasped as he was thrown to the floor, but didn't complain as the sorcerer bore down on him, tying his hands behind his back.

"What are you planning Mozenrath?" he made his voice low and sensual, the way Jasmine did when she wanted something. Mozenrath grinned, but didn't answer, only took Aladdin firmly by the hair and pulled him up. The sorcerer settled himself onto the bed and uncovered his own manhood, erect and hot with control.

"I think you know how to do this." Mozenrath's dark eyes were fiery with mischief, the kind only he could find exalting. "Take my cock in you mouth Aladdin." He pressed the demanding head of his shaft against Aladdin's mouth and did not wait for permission before spreading the soft lips and plunging in.

Aladdin quickly tilted his head back and took what he was given obediently. Mozenrath showed little in the way of mercy, wrenching Aladdin's head almost to the point of pain and forcing him down as far as he could go without chocking. Apparently without chocking was the mercy. Mozenrath bit his bottom lip and groaned. Aladdin took it wonderfully, licking up and down the thick, hard shaft and moving it against his cheeks. He did keep trying to pull back a little, but Mozenrath was determined that upstart street rat take more than he could bare. Payback for the past two months.

Aladdin gulped as he was forced down deeper, taking the thickness nearly to the testicals. Mozenrath grabbed a handful of hair on either side of his head and pumped him up and down, slower than before, but still making him take the sorcerer in deep. Aladdin was determined, and bent his head, rubbing his lips against the proud erection before sucking it back into his throat, wet little sounds only intensifying the sensation.

Unconsciously, Mozenrath reached down and smoothed a stray lock of hair from the hero's face, looking down into deep, understanding hazel eyes. He groaned at that sight, why did Aladdin have to be so handsome. He watched inch after inch subjected to the wonder friction if skin against skin and stroked Aladdin's hair gently, not really aware he was providing small comforts. Aladdin responded with a sweet little moan, sending vibrations along the base of Mozenrath's cock.

That's it Moze. Aladdin mused in his head. Just once let me give you something. It's alright… He let out a low, deep humm that made Mozenrath clench in a pleasurable spasm. He watched as Mozenrath's hand gripped the bed sheet and the warm flood of male pleasure swept into his mouth.

Mozenrath looked down at Aladdin. "Swallow…." He commanded and Aladdin closed his eyes, drinking it down before gently sliding off Mozenrath, lingering over each little ridge with his soft tongue. The pop echoed in the chambers as the head came out, glistening with need. Mozenrath groaned, lifting Aladdin's chin and deciding what to do next. "I admit hero…you're very handsome when your down on your knees like that." He drew a long line across Aladdin's cheek. "Bend over…" he whispered and Aladdin obeyed.

"Nice…" Mozenrath murmured and wandered over to a small chest where Aladdin kept a great many toys. He removed a large, polished mahogany paddle with little holes in it to provide a better smack. He turned to admire Aladdin's ass for a moment, round and high. He chuckled in a low voice, relishing his control. He caught Aladdin looking around at him, wondering what could be next. "Impatient little thing aren't you?"

Aladdin felt his cheeks flush. He had promised himself to act with a certain amount of diffidence, but it was becoming hard not to show actual resistance. Mozenrath was a little on the scary side when he was like this, It was the first time he'd been privy to such a dominating force in this area. Sure Jasmine enjoyed a little leather and whip routine now and then, nothing wrong with that. But with Mozenrath there was some venomous feeling to back it up. The question was how far would he go for personal vengeance?

Aladdin yelped as the first hard smack was laid against his ass, sending little tingles along his spin. "Moze…" Aladdin gulped as another one landed, this time hard enough to make him jolt.

"Nu uh uh." Mozenrath shook his finger and grinned. "Master." He said and laughed as another spank sent Aladdin into a strangely high feeling.

Aladdin shivered as he realized how it felt to be on the receiving end of such punishment. It was an odd high, the combination of pain and nerve endings were causing little ripples of need through his body. He whimpered as another spank, than another were administered. Slowly, Aladdin began to smile.

Mozenrath brought the paddle down harder, leaving a bright red mark where it had landed. Then with slow, decided movements and pushed the rounded handle of the paddle against Aladdin's tight little sphincter.

Aladdin jerked up, making a noise of undeterminable origin. His fingers curved into claws as he gripped the floor. There was something sweet about this. Something fulfilling, but it wasn't something he could quite place. He felt the soft curve of Mozenrath's hand against his rump and slowly tried to push himself further onto the penetration.

"Now when are you going to learn." Mozenrath pulled the handle out and stroked his own erection to hardness again. "I say what happens and when." He grabbed Aladdin by the scruff of his neck and flipped him over onto the bed, prying his legs open and positioning himself. He bore down another ferocious kiss, rubbing Aladdin's hardness against his abdomen. With a sudden move Mozenrath thrust into Aladdin's opening, filling it entirely.

Suddenly he heard a small noise under him. Mozenrath paused in his vengeance, looking down at Aladdin's contorted face. His eyes were closed, beads of sweat dotting his forehead, his breathing was heavy and a little uneven. With his own body Mozenrath realized something was trickling wetness down his cock. Slowly he reached between the two, rubbing his fingers to Aladdin's rim.

There was a look of terror and shame on his face when he looked at the blood collected there.

I tore him. Oh Gods I tore him! His thoughts whirled as Aladdin's eyes opened, those beautiful, forgiving brown eyes fogged over in pain.

I did what Destain did to me. I broke him inside. Oh…..oh GODS!

He backed away from the hero, slowly sliding himself out and curling with his head tucked to his knees on the corner of the bed. "Oh Gods…" he whispered. He heard Aladdin muffle a whine as he sat up, trying to reach out to the suddenly distant sorcerer. "Don't touch me!" Mozenrath screamed and bolted from the room, holding his shoulders like a frightened child. I tore his insides like Destain tore mine. I'm as bad as he was, as filthy and disgusting as he was…! The thoughts repeating themselves in his head as he sought some corner of refuge.

It took Aladdin a few moments to collect himself and find a way to clean between his thighs. That had hurt more than he remembered. Suddenly many things became clear to him. One, Mozenrath hadn't really meant to hurt him, he had been too quick and unsteady, but not intentionally sadistic enough to rip him and enjoy it. Two, which he discovered as he slid a finger into his own tightness, the damage was minimal, only a little bit of a tear in the skin like a large paper cut. Already the blood was turning from bright red to pink as it stemmed. Aladdin stood shakily and balanced himself, groaning a little as he did so. He grabbed a robe and went off to discover Mozenrath's whereabouts.

He found the sorcerer, sitting in the far corner of a heated bathing pool, head lowered as soft sobs came from his form. He tried not to limp, but it proved more difficult than he thought. He saw Mozenrath look up and moan as he realized Aladdin was coming for him. "Go away damn you!" he yelled and stood to retreat again.

Aladdin put his foot down. "Mozenrath sit!" he snapped in a firm order. The potion seized hold, forcing obedience and Mozenrath sunk back into the water. "You will stay put." He ordered carefully and sat down on the edge of the tub, sliding his feet in. Mozenrath edged away, but couldn't go very far. Gently, confidently, Aladdin took off his robe and slide in closer, putting his arms around a shaking Mozenrath. "It's…it's alright. It didn't hurt that bad…" he lied.

"Lire." Mozenrath choked out. "You damn lire." Mozenrath didn't turn to face him. "I'm sorry." He whispered in a voice so soft Aladdin could barely make it out. "I didn't…I mean I wasn't trying to…" He jerked away as Aladdin drew him close, bringing the sorcerer back against his chest to feel the controlled heart beat inside.

"Go ahead." Aladdin encouraged. "Talk to me Mozenrath…I won't tell anyone what you say I swear it." He sat down on the little side stool of the tub and let Mozenrath rest comfortably in the crook of his arm. He waited patiently, stroking through the man's long black hair and letting the light touch of his breath caress his neck. The worst thing he could do right now would be to push for an answer. This was more than just guilt at being too quick. There was a wound here that went deeper than he knew.

It was nearly half and hour sitting like that before Mozenrath answered. "He took me." He said, a little stronger than Aladdin would have thought. "He…forced himself on me…"

Aladdin was taken aback. "Who…me?"

Mozenrath shook his head, then thought better of it. "Well yes…but your different." He tried to think straight, very hard to do when you've been crying. "Destain…my former master…he started to force me when I was very young…as a way of making me depend on him…a way to control me."

Aladdin closed his eyes, he started to ask exactly how young Mozenrath had been, but realized it didn't matter, young obviously meant too young. He couldn't imagine what that was like, though he did have some similar experience. Suddenly Mozenrath turned to him with accusatory eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mozenrath asked in angry tones. "Why didn't you tell me you were…a virgin back there."

Aladdin took a deep breath. Mozenrath had shared something very personal with him just now, he deserved the same in return. "Because…" he stated. "I'm not."