Captured I

O-Original Characters

S-Series Characters

T-Toys

B-Bondage

D-Domination

SM-Sadomasochism

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

OR-Oral

BLD-Blood

DIA-Dialogue

MAS-Masturbation

VOY-Voyeurism

RIM-Rimming

HUM-Humiliation

TORT-Torture

SPNK-Spankings

"Ow! Damn it stop fidgeting around!"

"You stop! I'm trying to get at my pick set."

A scoff in the darkness. "Don't bother, they searched the both of us while you were unconscious. So unless you happen to have your instant street rat kit shoved up your ass I doubt it's still on you."

Aladdin groaned aloud and slammed his head back into the pillar. "Great. Just great." He craned his neck over his shoulder to look at the dim outline of the sorcerer. "Well that was my plan what have you got?"

"Considering I don't have my gauntlet…"

"And the fact that your dead useless without it." Aladdin couldn't resist a jib at Mozenrath's expense right now. He was wet, cold, bruised and frustrated not to mention in the middle of enemy territory. Anything to improve his mood seemed a plus. He heard Mozenrath growl behind him and pushed it further. "Seriously do you have any skills beyond magic or is that the extent of your knowledge?"

Mozenrath would have strangled him if his hands were not bound to the post. He would have at least gotten joy from a vindictive kick had his feet not been treated likewise. "If you were actually interested in knowing my talents Aladdin I would take the time to tell you. Yet since you are clearly attempting to mock me you may wallow in ignorance for the rest of your life."

"Which might not be that long." Aladdin said in a mumble.

Mozenrath had no comment.

Aladdin leaned against the pillar and sighed. He was used to being in the dark, so his senses had quickly become adapted to his situation. He could make out that they weren't in a dungeon exactly, but rather a holding cell. Or interrogation chamber. Aladdin gulped as he made out the outlines on the wall. He had little interest in discovering any of them closer.

Mozenrath on the other hand, seemed to be taking in none of his surroundings. He was sitting there, limp, eyes closed and face strained slightly. Aladdin craned his neck and realized that the sorcerers mouth was moving ever so slightly. Suddenly he seemed to come alive and whispered "Damn."

He didn't bother asking, chances were Mozenrath wouldn't tell him any how. So he made an intelligent guess. Considering he didn't see an eel hide on the walls anywhere, chances were Mozenrath had posted Xerxes as a guard or some kind of fail safe to get him out if he got caught. From the sound of it the eel was either unable to do anything or caught.

Mozenrath clinked in his chains for a moment and made an angry noise in his throat. "Any chance of your little troop of idiots coming to rescue us?"

"Us? What makes you think…?"

Mozenrath scoffed roughly and rolled his eyes. "Please. Your too damn heroic to leave me chained to a wall in some dungeon."

Aladdin grit his teeth and shook his head. "No. Not for a while at least. We'll just have to hope we'll hold out so long."

The young man gave a quizzical look and suddenly smirked. "Your on a spy mission."

Aladdin blanched. "How did you…"

"You…alone with out your tag along djinn and princess. In obvious enemy territory not to mention being dressed in various shades of black and gray when they brought you in with no small amount of weapons and picks on your person." Mozenrath couldn't help a sharp laugh. "You were spying and got caught. Be honest."

Aladdin shook his chains a little, testing their restrain and nodded. "Yes. I inserted myself in the local castle as a bondsman and have been picking up rumors and such ever since. I caught onto plans of an invasion in the Seven Deserts and decided to do some late night snooping to see how long Agrabah would have to prepare." He lifted his head a little. "They caught me in the plans room and knocked me out before I had a chance to fight back. Next thing I knew I woke up with your pleasant company."

Mozenrath wished for the second time for something to hit him with.

"And what are you doing here?" Aladdin asked.

"None of your damn business." He retorted.

"Come on now I told you."

"No I guessed and you made the choice to spill." Mozenrath corrected him. "When the guards come in be sure to spill your guts just as quickly as you can. It might spare you the agony of torture."

"Nice to hear your concer…"

"What?" Mozenrath said and looked where Aladdin's head was turned.

"Someone's coming. Get ready." Aladdin warned.

The sound of coarse laughing came down the hallway and keys clinked against the lock. Light flooded the chamber and the two men winced in the sudden light. "Well look what we have here men. A couple of spies."

"Technically only one spy." Mozenrath muttered and Aladdin hissed at him.

The man must not have heard. With him entered four other men, each one dressed in a uniform of the local guardsman. The one in the lead wore a gold badge on his chest, showing that he was an 'official' of some sort. "We don't take kindly to spies in this territory you fools. Not in the least." He gestures and two of the men came forward.

Aladdin was grabbed on either side and wrenched up to face the guardsman. He face was hauled upright and inspected for a moment before the man spit on the ground and sneered. "Nah. Too much of a man in the face for me. What about the other?"

Mozenrath wrenched his head out of their grip as they tried to make him lift up enough to be viewed. Eventually they had to grab his hair and yank it straight, forcing him to grimace and bare his teeth.

"Not bad. Quite pretty for a wizard. All right strip him down."

"Like hell!" Mozenrath yelled the moment his manacles had been released. He kicked off his feet and slammed forward into the first man, slamming him against the wall. He reached for the sword and yanked it out in a clean stroke, bringing the blade across the man's chest in a ruthless cut. Mozenrath spun quickly, brandishing the weapon against the surprised others. Even Aladdin seemed to be looking at him with a mild amazement.

There was a split second where nobody seemed to know what to do, then a cruel chuckle was heard from the lead man. "And just where do you think your going to go sorcerer?" he said and whistled. Five more sets of footsteps clamored in the door, each one brandishing a powerful straight sword. "You two her Herrick out of here. The rest help me with this little bastard."

Mozenrath felt his chest rise and fall in panic. There were too many for him to take out with a stupid sword. He couldn't even use Aladdin as a shield, he was still tightly manacled to the wall. "Shit." He muttered and decided to make a break for it.

He rammed the blade into the first person in front of him and threw all his strength into it, throwing him away and into the other guards. He spun on his heels and made a dash for the door, using the split second to run past the others trying to help their comrade and up the stairs. His hand reached for the door know and a leap of hope sparked in him.

"Get him!"

Mozenrath suddenly chocked back and felt his neck spasm. One of the men had made a lasso and caught him around the throat. Someone yanked and he tore at the rope, trying to fight his way forward. Two more men grabbed hold of the other and pulled, topping Mozenrath off the stairs and onto the hard dirt floor. "Unnn." Mozenrath groaned and started to push himself up. They were on him in a split second, tightening the noose around his neck and pulling his arms behind his back, using the same rope to tie them tightly. A hard kick landed in his side, then another and another. Mozenrath made a wet sound in his throat ad his windpipe wheezed and was rolled over, the eight men looking down at him.

"Dumb little bastard isn't he?" Said one of them and hauled Mozenrath up to his knees. "Just had to do this shit the hard way didn't you?" he said and punched Mozenrath in the jaw.

"Fuck you!" Mozenrath hollered back in a hoarse voice. Another kick sent him face down in the dirt at Aladdin's feet.

Aladdin frowned and caught Mozenrath's eye. "Not the best idea you've ever had. And thanks for planning to leave me behind."

Mozenrath barely had time to give him a look of loathing before the fumbling of fabric tore his attention away. He shot Aladdin a desperate look before he was dragged back, his trousers being pulled away from his body.

"Now for the real fun hey boys." There was a shared laugh and Aladdin's lip curled as he realized what they were going to do to the sorcerer. His gut lurched as the dragged the man back and set about stripping him. Even with a rope around his neck Mozenrath didn't stop his struggles. He kicked out and lashed at every touch and tear. Even with eight against one he managed for a few moments until a man landed onto each limb and held tight, finally bringing him down. They dragged him over to a bench/bed and slammed him down on his chest, shoving his face over one side. They took his arms and legs and quickly tied them onto the supports.

"That's better." The lead man said and wrenched Mozenrath's head back with the rope. "Not so damn resistant now are you?" he grinned and spat in Mozenrath's face. Mozenrath roared in outrage and was rewarded with a heavy hand across the side of his jaw. He turned over to Aladdin and gave a sadistic grin. "Get the other one turned around too. May as well give them both a work over."

Aladdin didn't bother trying the same tactics as Mozenrath. Too many men, he wouldn't have a shot in hell of surviving it. He allowed himself to be roughly turned around and pressed into the post, rechained so that his back was exposed to the room. A metal spreader bar was hooked onto his ankles incase he tried to run. Aladdin forced his body to be calm. He had gone into this knowing full well what could happen if he was captured. All he could do now was bare it.

The door opened again and a new man stepped forward. It was obvious that he was not one of the guards. He had none of their earthy baring but carried himself high and wore crisp, perfectly tailor clothing. He was a handsome man with a strong face and steel gray eyes that seemed to mock the contents of the chamber. "Good to see you have them prepared for me." He eyed the two injured men on the floor and frowned. "Had some trouble did you?"

"The pale man turned out to have some fight in him milord." One of the guards offered.

"Whatever. Just get them out of here. The only blood I want in my chamber should be the blood I make flow." He waited patiently until the guards had dragged their fallen comrades out and pointed to three of the handsomer men before they left. "You three stay close. I'll be needing your specific talents later."

"Now then, shut your mouths and pay very close attention." The new man said as he chose a leather whip from the wall and snapped it in the air twice. "You two have been found guilty as spies against the Empire. In our country there is only one punishment for this offense." He smiled as the men around the dungeon chuckled. "My name is Colane. I will be training the two of you as pleasure slaves." He snapped the whip in the air and brought it around, the tip cutting through both Aladdin and Mozenrath's backs in one sweep. Both men clutched their posts as a thin trickle of blood split from skin.

"You will both spend the next month being trained to obey your new masters in any way they wish. You performance will be marked and used to determine who your prospective buyers will be." Colane said simply and continued swinging the whip in between sentences, going back and forth between Mozenrath and Aladdin. "It would behoove you to perform well for me. Otherwise I will be sure to sell you to the cheapest brothel house in the country for the rest of your lives." He lay a thick stripe across Aladdin's back, successfully tearing his shirt in so many pieces it fluttered to the floor. "Which in a whore's life isn't long."

Colane walked over to Mozenrath. "Live up to my expectations, and I will see to it that the Emperor Caligula himself is bidding on your flesh." He took his hand and caressed it over Mozenrath's thigh. "You'll fetch a high price no matter what. An man with lily white skin and ebony hair is a rarity around here."

"I'm no ones slave!" Mozenrath snapped and bit his lip as the whip found it's way through the fabric of his shirt again.

"Yes…you are. In fact for the time being you are both my slaves, to do with as I wish. In fact I even have the authority to kill you if I find you untrainable." Colane smirked. "And what about you?" He turned and looked at Aladdin, smiling through firm set lips. "Your being awfully accepting of this situation." Aladdin's eyes widened as the man walked over to him, searching his face. He took hold of his hair and twisted him back for a better view. "Humm…not bad. I can think of a few places a healthy young man like you would do well."

Aladdin burned bright red across his cheeks as Colane laughed. "Come now, I like my slaves a bit more responsive." He raised the whip about his head and brought it down across Aladdin's back. Aladdin's gasped and clutched his chains, digging his teeth into his lip as the lashes streaked his skin. He felt his throat choke as he managed to hold back all but the slightest whimper escaping his jaws.

Colane shook his head. "Are you too stupid to understand plain Arabic?" He questioned and Aladdin glared at him. "Oh…a little bit of anger finally." He traced Aladdin's jaw line with his finger. Good. I like my slaves willful. It's more fun to break them." He twisted Aladdin's head back and forced his lips down, catching his tongue in his mouth and sucking it in to the point of pain. Aladdin yelled wordlessly as Colane released him, a cruel grin on his face. "Oh I can we're going to have a lot of fun, you and I."

Aladdin's temper frayed. "To hell with you!" he snapped back and began to tear at his restrains. Colane pulled himself back with a gleeful laugh. "You sick fuck!" Aladdin hollered at him and struggled to release himself as Colane tore his belt from him.

"Magnificent!" Colane said in admiration as he viewed Aladdin's body. The olive tones skin glowed in the torch light, glistening with sweat and nervousness. He was a fine figure of a young man and Colane felt his pulse quicken. "He reached forward and cupped Aladdin's ass cheek hard.

"Stop it!" Aladdin panicked and tried to pull away.

"Quiet slave!" Colane said and slapped across his cheek. "I'm not sure which of you is going to be more difficult to train." He said and landed a palm against Aladdin's buttock.

Mozenrath nearly shrieked as Colane's attention turned on him again. "And as for you." He tore Mozenrath's pants from him, leaving both men completely naked and within full view of one another. "Beautiful. In the right clothes one could mistake you for a woman." He jeered and Mozenrath bit his tongue just in time. "Ah, your learning." He said as Mozenrath glared at him.

"Where to begin?" Colane considered. "Guards!" he called and the men he had instructed entered. "Scrub them down, I like my toys clean." He began to rummage through a collection of devices and hummed to himself. "Be thorough gentlemen." He warned.

Mozenrath buried his face into the wood as hot water was sloshed along his body and a rough cloth used to soap his down from top to bottom. The guards showed no mercy to his tender and exposed thighs and testicals, rubbing him down roughly. He grunted into his cheek, determined to bare it with as little reaction as possible. He would find a way out of this. Xerxes was somewhere near by, though helpless at the moment. If he could just figure out where they were he might be able to locate keys and…

"AHHHHAH!" Mozenrath wailed as a thin, rubbery tube was forcefully pressed into his tightness. The device was long and wet, and the guards seemed determined to press it in as deeply as possible. "No…no no stop! NnnyyyyAGH!" Mozenrath screamed when a torrent of water slammed into his body. The liquid was warm and soapy, and as they removed the tube the mixture poured out clean.

"He's good milord." The guard said and moved over to Aladdin at Colane's nod.

"Wait! Pleaaaaaaah!"

It took them a moment longer to force the hose inside of him, forcing the younger man's hips to jut out so that they could properly view what they were doing. Aladdin began to sweat down his forehead, the strain of this 'cleaning' giving him an intensely uncomfortable feeling. "UUUUNNNNUGH!" He screamed out as the yanked the tube from him, winding it up again as Colane seemed to finish his task.

"There now." Colane said and pressed two fingers inside of Mozenrath's body. "Perfect." He pulled up a strap of metal like a horse bit and wrenched Mozenrath's jaw open.

"No! No damn you you sick bastarrght!" Mozenrath gagged as the metal was forced in behind his teeth and locked into place. "Hnughk!" He shook his head voraciously from side to side, trying to shake it loose as Colane laughed.

"Hush!" He ordered and slipped his thumb against Mozenrath's lips. "You look wonderful in that my beauty." He complimented and kissed his cheek possessively. "And as for you." He sauntered over to Aladdin who's stance only existed because the chains held him up. "Let me guess." He slipped a single finger in between Aladdin's ass cheeks and probed the glistening wet entry. Colane smiled as Aladdin winced and gasped out in pain. "Umhum. You're a virgin aren't you?" Aladdin didn't need to respond for him to know the truth.

"Now there is a dilemma." He considered for a moment. A virgin, an honest virgin was worth three times his weight in gold. Especially a handsome, strong backed fellow like this one who could pull double duty in the field and in bed. On the other hand it would be difficult to break someone so strong willed without being able to break his entry. Still…

Colane drew out something from his chest. With a firm knee to Aladdin's stomach he forced the boy to bend and held him down by the neck. "Now then, tell me exactly how this feels slave." He pressed the tip to Aladdin's entry and began to slide it in.

"Ah…ah aha aha aha Ahhhh!" Aladdin's voice arched as the short, thick cylindrical object began to spread into his ass. "No! No noooooooo nuuuuuy!" He slammed his head into the stone, trying to block the bizarre sensation traveling through his thighs and ass. "Please!" he begged and Colane chuckled.

"Do you like it?" He asked cruelly. "It's called a dildo. A wonderful piece of tightly sewn leather made just to keep the pressure back here." Colane said and pressed it in up to the hilt. He used a thick leather strap across the thighs and ass to hold it in place as he released the manacles holding Aladdin to the wall. Aladdin yelped as he fell onto his back on the floor. "Up. Up slave!" Colane ordered as Aladdin tried to support himself.

"Ugh!" He finally said in frustration and motioned to the guards. They dragged Aladdin up on his knees. "Replace that bar, it's too inhibiting to his movements." He ordered and used the opportunity to attach a collar around Aladdin's neck. "There we are, much more suitable for a pet." Aladdin was now on all fours, a chain between his wrists and legs giving him just enough room to support himself. In Colane's hand was a leash.

"You sick bastard…" Aladdin stammered out. His rear stung from the entry to the inside, feeling stressed and over pressured. "You twisted son of a bitch…" he panted, trying not to think about his body being penetrated.

"Call me Master Colane." He insisted and yanked Aladdin forward. "Say it!" he roared. Aladdin grit his teeth tight and sneered. Colane sighed. "Fine. You don't want to speak when told…then I'll put your sweet mouth to a better use." Aladdin struggled as his captor grabbed his leash and drug him forward, pulling him over to Mozenrath's tied body.

Aladdin found himself quickly chained to Mozenrath's legs, the sorcerer looking back at him in apprehension. He caught Aladdin's eye for a split second and jerked his face away, a soft sob coming from his open mouth. "You can't make me do this!" Aladdin protested.

"Oh but I can. I can make you do anything." Colane brandished his whip again. "Now…lick him."

"What? You…you can't be serious." Aladdin gasped and screamed as the whip snapped through his back.

"Do it slave." Colane said in a dangerously low voice. "I will strip the flesh from the both of you right here." He said and laid into Aladdin again, blood trickling down his back. He raised the leather again and began to tear into the street rat.

Nah! Nah ahhh nnnna!" Aladdin lurched forward with each whip, his body in splitting pain. In a blind hope he pressed into the warmth of Mozenrath's thigh, nuzzling against the soft flesh there. Colane stopped, wrapping the whip back up in his hand.

"Good boy." He encouraged, a little out of breath. "Now. Lick him."

Aladdin whimpered and closed his eyes. He kissed the delicate flesh and felt Mozenrath jerk in surprise, gasping for air. With a ginger approach Aladdin slipped out his wet tongue and lapped along the crease of Mozenrath's muscles like a kitten at a bowl of milk.

Oh! Oh annnnnnnh! Mozenrath's eyes widened and his face burned scarlet as Aladdin's tongue explored his calves and crease. Colane was giving him instructions; higher, lower, faster, little circles. And Aladdin was obeying. Mozenrath couldn't bring himself to look back and face Aladdin. His mouth was dry as sand and he could feel a familiar stirring in his loins. No please…please…." He begged internally as Colane instructed Aladdin where to move next.

"I…I can't…" Aladdin started at the order. Colane frowned and stretched his whip. Aladdin blanched and bowed his head, understanding the price for disobedience.

"Spread him open slave. Nice and wide so I can see." Colane said and settled himself into a near by chair, a lounging look on his face. Aladdin lifted his arms as best he could and grasped Mozenrath's ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing the tight, puckered entryway. He gave a little moan of humiliation and dipped down, darting his slippery tongue around the edges obediently.

"UUUUUUUGHUUUU!" Mozenrath screamed out into the room, his face jerked up as his body arched instinctively. "Nyyyuoooo nyooooogh!" His jaws clamped down on the metal as Aladdin's mouth encapsulated his little sphincter, tonguing him up and down. Shivers of unstable pleasure rippled down his thighs!

"That's it." Colane said in a deep, breathy voice. "Such a beautiful scene." He said and watched it for a moment, Mozenrath was tied to the bench on all fours, Aladdin locked onto his legs and kneeling before his round, firm ass. And at every lick the hero did, Mozenrath's body seemed incapable of control and bucked, though towards or away he couldn't tell for sure. "Now…press your tongue inside."

The smooth, slick feeling of Aladdin's tongue pressed past the sphincter and into Mozenrath's body. The resulting wail made Colane sigh in admiration. Aladdin winced, unsure if he was causing Mozenrath pain or pleasure as his tongue darted in and out, slipping deeper and deeper into the young wizard's body. The mouth bit strained painfully into his gums as he screamed.

"Very good slave. Now put you hands between your thighs." Colane instructed and Aladdin obeyed, letting the soft cheeks close around his face. "Don't stop licking. That's it." He said encouragingly and slipped in behind Aladdin, leading his hands back to the toy inside his body. "Now…play with it."

Aladdin took a deep breath and began to slide the toy in and out of his body. "NNNN….nnnnnyyyuuuuuuh!" He panted out, keeping his tongue flickering against Mozenrath's wiggling ass. It was painful, not agonizing but a deep, throbbing ache began to build in his little tunnel. "Uuuuuuuhhhh." Colane grabbed the back of his head and began to move his mouth down, down down along the line between Mozenrath's entry and his testicals.

Mozenrath felt his chest constrict as Aladdin's mouth began to move along the base of his sac. His mouth was dry as cotton as he panted, straining, trying not to feel it. He felt his cock begin to harden.

Out of nowhere a bell sounded.

Colane humped and frowned. "How unfortunate." He released Aladdin's head and sighed, looking a little crestfallen. "Ah well, time flies while your having fun." He patted Aladdin's shocked face and ran a hand against Mozenrath's left cheek. "We'll have to continue this in the morning. I'm late for an engagement." He straightened his collar and began to walk towards the door. "Guards will remain posted outside the doors tonight. I don't want another incident like last time." He snapped with a deadly emphasis and headed out the door.