Captured III
O-Original Characters
S-Series Characters
T-Toys
B-Bondage
D-Domination
SM-Sadomasochism
YA-Yaoi
BF-Bodily Fluids
MO-Multiple Orgasms
DIA-Dialogue
GRP-Group Sex
MAS-Masturbation
VOY-Voyeurism
RIM-Rimming
HUM-Humiliation
SPNK-Spankings
They were performing together for the first time. As the aristocracy of this far fetched kingdom wined and dined at the expense of Colane's coffers. Mozenrath and Aladdin showed off their training to the benefit of his profit. They had been set on a small stage on the table, making a kind of taboo centerpiece. Around their necks hung gold chains and collars, making sure neither would attempt to escape. They had been bathed and perfumed, their naked, wet bodies smelling of clove and sandalwood as the people passed by, viewing them and discussing how much they would offer for such a slave. Aladdin, being such a dark skinned exotic was attracting quite a few stares but Mozenrath was getting some fine offers as well.
No one had offered for the pair.
As the appetizer began, they touched one another, doing as their master had instructed. An auction for the elite like this was no meager affair. These buyers knew what they wanted in sex slaves. Beauty, stamina, talent and above all else obedience made a big difference as to what prices would be bid for the men. Colane also had certain potential buyers in mind, people from whom he would accept any bid because he knew they would not denigrate the hours of work he had put into training these two for their duties.
Other toys would be sold tonight. But none had the names and legends of Mozenrath and Aladdin. The sorcerer and the street rat. For that they were the main event, sitting on their stage for all eyes to view. Entertaining the guests Colane had invited.
Mozenrath and ran his lips over the nape of Aladdin's neck, feeling the tension in the flesh as he moved his tongue against the flesh. Aladdin's reaction was trained, but none the less very real. They'd had four weeks in a dungeon, their bodies forced to accommodate one another. Colane had taken advantage of their past and humiliated each man before his rival in the most denigrating ways possible. And, when they though the embarrassment could go no further, he would sit back and watch and they pleasured each other until they collapsed.
Mozenrath knew Aladdin's body, and the street rat knew his. There was no ignoring that now and the only option was to use it to their advantage. So Mozenrath's tongue guided itself to the nape of his fellow slaves neck and found the spot that would make Aladdin whine. The little nerve that attached his shoulders to his head. He nibbled, bit, and raked his tongue over that place, feeling just a little accomplished as Aladdin fell against him, his head arched as he groaned in anticipation. This was just the start of the show. While the patrons of Colane's skills ate their meals, Aladdin and Mozenrath would ready one another.
Aladdin gripped the sides of Mozenrath's ass, pulling them apart as the sorcerer bit his lip in anticipation. They bent slightly, doing as they were told and giving the ladies and gentlemen a good view. Aladdin took his fingers and pulled the entry open, showing off the perfect wrinkled little pink star as one of the men viewing chuckled.
"My my Colane, your quality has certainly approved." He was an older man, perhaps in his sixties and carrying a fan to ward off the extreme tropical heat. "How much for the pale youth?"
Colane smiled politely. "Well now senator, he was difficult to train. I couldn't possibly let you have him for less than…" he named off a sum that made the man go pink in the cheeks. "But why don't you think it over till the end of the banquet. After all, you haven't finished watching the show." Clever man. He knew better than to name such a high price without showing that the slaves would be worth every penny.
Mozenrath caught the nod and grit his teeth in anger. After nearly a month Colane had them down to signals. He could tell them what to do with a nod or a flick of the wrist. It was degrading, but at least it helped time their movements. He crawled atop Aladdin's body, spreading his thighs against the street rats shoulders and Aladdin lifted his legs for a better angle. Mozenrath held up his thighs and pretended to loving catch a patrons eye as he licked against the darkly tanned flesh.
Aladdin moaned out as Mozenrath's tongue traveled further down his body. Oh god…Moze not there! Mozenrath's tongue touched his sphincter, teasing around the little wrinkles as people watched. "Nyyyahhhhhhh!" Aladdin called out and a quiet chuckle came through the room. Aladdin turned beet red and bent his head to Mozenrath's cock, sucking it into his mouth gently.
"Passionate ones." Said another potential buyer. "I wonder how much for the pair." It was a woman, her long red hair flowing out behind her. She seemed to be talking with a group of women, all wearing some kind of cerulean blue attire.
Mozenrath gasped as Aladdin's tongue pushed inside, wriggling around in his body defiantly. "Al…damn it…nnnnuuuuhhhh." After four weeks of being forced to explore each others bodies very little was left unturned. They knew one another like only lovers should have the privilege to. And even with the long standing enmity, they practiced with skill. When Colane gave them a chance to sleep, they touched and explored, trying to find ways to sync their movements. Aladdin and Mozenrath had made each other moan and wail with passion neither had expected. And now they were going to find out if it paid off.
Aladdin whimpered softly as the dinner continued. Mozenrath had two fingers inside of him, pushing them up and down and he licked Aladdin's neck. The sorcerer had to be very careful not to go too far. Colane had taught them everything. How to please and be pleased. How to position themselves for entry. He taught them the pleasure in pain and how to beg whatever master they had for more. Taboo sexual practices even Mozenrath had never heard of were laid out on both of them. All in preparation for tonight. But the one thing that lay in tact…
…was Aladdin's virginity.
Oh Colane had been very careful never t push too far or two hard. Even the toys he slid into the street rats tight little body weren't big enough to stretch him more than a few centimeters open. Aladdin's body would be bought tonight by someone sitting at the table. He would be bent over a bed or a couch and with no further ado split open by another man's cock for the first time.
But Mozenrath was trying to make it easier on him. He was stretching as far as he could, his fingers knuckle deep inside the little entryway. He pulled his digits apart and felt his groin tighten as Aladdin moaned and turned red. "That's it. It's going to hurt…but I'll try to make it better…" he promised and Aladdin nodded, his face scrunching as the pressure began to build. Too bad there was nothing he could do to return the favor.
Colane nodded as the dessert was finished and the two men stopped playing with one another. The knelt side by side on the stage, the gold from their collars shimmering in the light as the guests began to quiet down and Colane stepped forward, his silken robes glimmering. He touched both men on the chin as if appraising beasts and smiled. "You've done very well so far my slaves. I've never had offers this high." He said and waited patiently as they pretended to lovingly kiss their masters fingers. "Good boys." He said and turned to the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I trust this evening has been so far enjoyable?" there was a clamor from the guests. Half were drunk on wine and beer. The other half were the real challenge. People smart enough not to loose a chance at a good bid on rare exotics. "Excellent." He gestured and a large overhead light shined down on the two men, revealing every last naked curve and shadow. "May I present to the ladies and gentlemen of the court, the famous Aladdin and Mozenrath."
Now the gossip really picked up. Even as far as the empire people had been told tales of the hero and his magical enemy. The nobles began to whisper and chatter amongst themselves.
"Well our price just went up." Mozenrath murmured and yelped as a hard switch was laid against his exposed thighs. There were guards around, making sure they obeyed and didn't attempt escape. Talking was one of the things good bed slaves didn't do. Their body was being purchased, not their wit.
"Bidders we will begin with a demonstration of talents." Colane took hold of Aladdin's collar and lifted his head up, smoothing out the silkiness of his hair. They had been groomed and bathed. Aladdin's ears now held several gold piercing. His neck and arms were covered in lovely gold bangles and his nipples had been pierced through, representing his status as a slave for sale. He'd had to endure that painful little experience along with Mozenrath, who's body was more attractively decorated in pale silver.
"Not the fine facial features, strong and healthy build, as well as his youthful muscles." Colane made him raise of and pose, spreading his thighs and leaning back a little so the light caught every glance. The crowd oohed and gave mutterings of approval. "This is Aladdin. Hero of the seven deserts and Sultan of the former city of Agrabah."
"Former?" Aladdin spoke up and felt the hard lash of a switch slap against his thighs. He fell forward against the stage as Colane grinned wickedly at him.
"Oh yes, didn't I mention?" Colane dropped his voice to a whisper. "Because of your little spy mission, the emperor decided that Agrabah was far too dangerous a city to let stand." He chuckled and slid the butt of the whip against Aladdin's neck. "It's been sacked to the ground. The royal family burned inside their own palace."
Aladdin went rigid as he was lifted back up for further viewing. His eyes were wide and helpless, his lip trembled with disbelief. Colane smirked and continued the display around his. Mozenrath watched as Aladdin's head bent in shame.
"Aladdin." He whispered and took another lash across the thighs for it. He grit his teeth and looked over at the street rat. "Aladdin."
"No talking whore." The lash slapped across his thighs hard.
"Aladdin." Mozenrath took a risk and slipped his leg out, kicking Aladdin hard in the shins. "Al you've got to stay with it." He prompted as the guard growled in frustration. He couldn't risk a beating in the middle of an auction. The display of force would drive the slaves price down and Colane would have his ass for it. "Aladdin please…" he begged but Aladdin did not respond.
"And to add on to everything…" Colane said and suddenly bent Aladdin forward, turning him so that his ass was in perfect view. He took his thumb and began to press it into the tight little body. Aladdin seemed to come back with a start. He jerked and winced in pain. Colane had left his tightness alone for a day or two before hand. It had shrunken back so as to prove a point.
"A virgin!" shouted an excited man in the back. Again came the mutterings.
"A virgin. I have trained him in every manner possible without breaking him for the first time." He drove his thumb in up to the palm and began to slide it in and out as Aladdin whimpered in aching. "Whomever places highest bid on this sweet desert flower will have the distinct pleasure of slamming home into a tight, unbroken, virgin man."
"I'll bid nine thousand!"
"Nine five!"
"Ten five!"
"Eleven flat!"
Aladdin gasped as the prices went higher and higher. Colane chuckled and bent to his ear. "Hear that Aladdin. Didn't I promise you the very best." He laughed garishly and continued to take bids. Aladdin was turned back to face the crowd and caught Mozenrath's eye.
"Aladdin…" he started and was smacked again.
"I'm alright." Aladdin said quickly and his face suddenly seemed to freeze over. It was an easy expression to read. He was shutting down emotionally. Right now there was no time to even think on what had happened. All that could be done was to continue with the plan. Try and stay together.
The bids were becoming astonishing.
"Fifteen seven!"
"Sixteen!"
"Sixteen two."
"Twenty."
Everything froze. The voice was all too familiar to this court of nobility. A man off to the side, daring to be unobtrusive, opened his mouth and spoke again. "Twenty."
"Your highness." Colane said and gave a staunch bow, pulling Aladdin to face him. No further bids would be placed now. Not once his royal ness had bid. No one was foolish enough to try and contend with the treasury of the empire.
The man smiled and did not stand. He gestured lightly to a guard who came up and took the collar from Colane. "Money will be paid after his majesty has verified your story."
Colane frowned, but brooked no argument. Though this man was not the emperor, he was of sufficient lineage to the emperor to take what he wished at his own behest. "I wish his majesty joy of the youth."
Aladdin was lead down off the stage, Mozenrath looking out after him. Damn it all to hell. What on earth are we going to do now?
Aladdin showed no resistance as he was knelt down by the man's chair, his body forced to bend naked as the royalty shooed the guards away. "Well well well. The Sultan of Agrabah." The voice was smooth and masculine, speaking with the influence of someone with absolute authority. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Aladdin looked up shyly and nearly gaped. The man couldn't be more than thirty, his face both beautiful and masculine at the same time. His long auburn hair curled around his shoulder and offset a pair of beautiful blue eyes. His firm, sweet lips smiled in a way that was not entirely mocking. After all he had been forced to endure, Aladdin found himself blushing as the handsome man's eyes traveled his submissive body.
His training kicked in and Aladdin bowed his head. "May I know the name of my new master?" he asked and humiliated himself, bending low to kiss the man's booted feet.
His master chuckled. "My name is Lord Inashal." He lifted Aladdin's chin and stroked down the side of his face with a touch like velvet. "But you may call me Ina, my little desert flower." Ina drew him up and caressed his neck with the back of his hands.
Aladdin felt his lips being drawn open and probed by a wine flavored tongue. Ina kissed him as if his skin were made of silk, pulling him in close and tasting his mouth. The man's kisses were like water to a dying man, leaving Aladdin feeling rejuvenated. Aladdin felt a touch on the small of his back. He gave a jerk, flinching and expecting a blow. Ina merely smile at his fright.
"Oh no my beauty. You are with a much kinder master than Lord Colane." He promised and set Aladdin against his lap, head lain against his thighs. "Be at peace for now my pet. Later, I will show you what pleasures a man is truly capable of experiencing." He began to pet Aladdin's thick locks, stroking his well manicured nails through the strands. "For now, let us enjoy the auction."
"And now…" said Colane after speak with the guardsmen. "From a perfect virgin to a perfect whore." He jerked forward on Mozenrath's leash, bringing the ivory skinned sorcerer forward. "Mozenrath, sorcerer of the land of the black sand and once lord of the Citadel." There were some oohs and ahhs around the tables as Colane continued. He displayed Mozenrath with a different character than he had Aladdin. He had talked about Aladdin's strong frame a firm muscles. With Mozenrath it was about beauty and ability.
"See his skin, it feels like buttermilk and I can guarantee it tastes as sweet. His mouth is like a warm blanket on a cold night and his little tunnel…" Colane bent Mozenrath over and set his ass in view of the bidders. "Mozenrath here can take whatever he's given and more. His body practically begs to be stretched further each night."
"Come now Colane. Your just trying to entice us." Another man spoke up, his clothing as rich as Ina's but by far more gaudy. He seemed bedecked with colors and gems of dubious clarity and carried a fat pouch at his side. "First an unbroken virgin, now an unbreakable whore?"
"Brothel Master Hainan." Colane called out and noted the look on Mozenrath's face change from apprehension to flat out fear. Being sold to a whore house was the worst a slave could expect. Servicing dozens to hundred of patrons in a day and pocketing none of the money for yourself. Forced to obey whatever perversions were laid out on you again and again. Those who didn't kill themselves would die as they had lived, if they were lucky without someone's dick in their body.
"Glad to know you remember me Colane." He said and patted his coin pouch. "I am in need of a new male whore. My last one up and died on me in the middle of my busy season."
"Well I promise you couldn't purchase a better whore than this." He patted Mozenrath's ass. "Come have a look for yourself." He invited and glared down at the young wizard. "Behave yourself slave." He growled and backed gracefully away.
"Master…" Mozenrath begged, his eyes wide as Hainan approached. "Please… wasn't I obedient? Didn't I do as you asked?" Please…don't sell me to him! Oh gods no!
"If he offers a fair price why shouldn't I?" Colane said as the bordello owner inspected Mozenrath like a breeding dog. He hefted the man's testicals, squeezing the base and stroking along the shaft. He gave Mozenrath's thighs a series of hard smacks to test their firmness and slipped two fingers into his ass without resistance. Mozenrath buried his head to the floor and whimpered. "I never expected to get much out of you wizard. Your too well known as a trouble maker. Your own reputation is your downfall here." Colane reminded him as if it were his own fault.
No! Mozenrath jerked his head around to Aladdin, his eyes begging, pleading with the street rat for some help. But in his chest he felt the sting of futility. Aladdin was bought and soon to be paid for. And by the way his new master was doting on him, feeding his new slave slices of apple from a tray, Aladdin was headed for the lap of luxury.
NO! I won't end up in a fucking brothel! I'll kill myself before I get there! "Aladdin…" he whimpered and the hero caught his eyes.
"I'll bid four thousand." Hainan said calmly. "He's a good looker, but he's got the grit of a man who causes problems."
"Oh but a few good beatings will cure him of that." Said Colane. "Only four thousand?" he turned to the crowd.
"Four five." Said a woman in the corner, waving her fan haughtily.
"Five one." Hainan countered.
If he wasn't terrified out of his mind, Mozenrath would have been insulted beyond belief. His price was starting much lower than Aladdin's. At this rate he'd be lucky to be a whore. He looked at Aladdin desperately as Hainan continued to inspect his body, the price climbing with slow but steady peace.
"Six two!" Another call, this time from a well-to-do merchant.
"Seven!" called another who liked the slim look of the sorcerer.
Colane looked to Hainan who chuffer and cocked his eye brow. He took a piece of fruit off the tray, a long cucumber with little bumps and ridges along the length and smiled. "Well lets see how much you'd be worth to me boy."
Mozenrath screamed into the silk as the hard girth was plunged into his body. The cucumber had been placed on ice to keep in fresh and now spread through his ass with freezing cold intensity. A rousing chorus of laughter rang through the banquet hall as if it was some great joke. Hainan himself laughed loudly at the idea and pushed it in another inch, forcing the tight space to take it.
Aladdin shivered and looked up at Ina, hesitating. But what could he do? Wasn't it better, considering his options, to be secure with his new master? He'd be a fool to risk it all for some sorcerer who'd tried to kill him a hundred times! Yes. Yes he'd be a fool to risk it. Aladdin gripped Ina's trouser fabric and tried not to listen as Mozenrath wailed in pain.
Then he opened his eyes, and saw the tears streaming down the young man's cheeks.
"Master Ina!" Aladdin shouted up at his lord. Inashal looked down, surprised to hear his new possession speak so directly.
"Yes?" he said, curiosity piqued. "What is it lovely."
"Master Ina.." he began and tried to phrase his words carefully. "Please…I know I have no right to ask anything of you…but please." He looked over to Mozenrath being humiliated on stage. "Please buy that man." He said and recoiled, expecting to be beaten for his arrogance.
"Oh?" Ina said and smiled. "And why should I purchase him? Admittedly, the sorcerer is quite lovely in his own way, but you have already cost me quite a lot of money. Besides…" he said and tilted his fair head. "…wasn't this Mozenrath your nemesis?"
Aladdin again found himself blushing. "He…was master." He said honestly. "But we were trained together. Colane taught us exclusively with one another. He…he helped me." Aladdin said and knew he was taking a big risk. But as he looked at Mozenrath's crying face he knew it would be worth it. "He's my friend. I owe him." He looked up at Inu with soft hazel eyes. "I'll do whatever you want master." He said.
Inu laughed. "You will any how little slave. What could you possibly give me that I can not have from you?" he said and Aladdin's face fell. "But still…" he contemplated and looked up. "It does amuse me to pamper my play mates." He said and rubbed his chin, watching the cruel display. "Is this Mozenrath a good slave?" he asked.
Aladdin nodded frantically, sensing a thin ray of hope. "And Mast Ina, we work best together. As a duo…there…" he felt shame rising in his throat and swallowed his pride. "…there are things we do together. Things that will make you cry out in rapture."
Inashal roared so loud that the bidding stopped. He tenderly stroked a fleck of dust off Aladdin's cheek and smiled in good humor. "Well now…how could I pass up an offer like that?" he looked up at Hainan, who looked like he was about to have his prize pulled out from under him. "What was the last bid?" Inashal asked quickly.
"Eleven six your majesty." Colane said and cocked his eyebrow, unsure of what was going on.
"Make it twelve." Hainan said and glared at the interloper.
"Thirteen." Inashal said, almost daring him to go higher.
"Fourteen." Hainan snapped belligerently. The crowd gasped. It wasn't illegal to bet against nobility, but it wasn't exactly a politically wise move.
"Fifteen."
"Sixteen."
Seventeen."
Hainan hesitated. He was wealthy for a man in the sex industry, but his pockets weren't that seep. "Seventeen three." He said, still determined.
Inashal rolled his eyes as if tiring of the game. Aladdin could sense his chance slipping away and bent down, kissing up from his masters feet on to his strong calves and smooth knees. He put every last ounce of softness into his look, promising Ina anything if he would just do this. He helped me. If it wasn't for Mozenrath I wouldn't know what to do now. He's all I have left. Please I can't let him end up a whore…
Inashal sighed and waved his hand. "Eighteen five." He said and Hainan threw his cap of the ground, storming off out the door as Colane frowned. He had been cheated somehow, but little could be done about it now. "Well?" Ina said impatiently.
"Congratulation's your eminence." Colane said and glared down at Aladdin as he brought the second set of chains over to Inashal. His part in this story was now over, whatever happened to them from now on was entirely up to their new master.
Inashal looked down at the naked Mozenrath, bowed in the same position Aladdin had been. "You are a lovely little thing aren't you?" he said and took a long sip of wine. He sighed and mulled it over for a moment. "You belong to me now sorcerer, and you should count yourself lucky to have such a dear friend as this Aladdin. Not many would promise me anything just to secure someone who was once their worst enemy."
Mozenrath looked at Aladdin in shock, mouth agape as the hero blushed. "You…you did what?" he whispered and snapped his mouth shut, thighs tightening at the thought of the switch. But Ina did not seem to notice, his eyes once again trained on the auction block.
"We made a deal. Stick together. Survive together." Aladdin looked at Mozenrath and smiled a little. "I couldn't back down now." He said.
Mozenrath hardly knew what to say. He was struck dumb by the kindness of such an act that he didn't dare move. His body chose for him, and with swift but determined precision, Mozenrath kissed Aladdin, bringing their lips together in a resolute way. Maybe he was just grateful not to be sold to Hainan. Maybe he was grateful to be together with a familiar face. But the action had nothing to do with performance or enticement.
Inashal smiled and lifted the chains, bringing both men forward. "It's always nice to see two pets get along." He said and nodded to his guard. "Bring them to my chambers, have them cleaned and prepped for me." He ordered and the stopped. From his belt pouch Ina removed four bells, each one producing a pleasant, adorable sound when rung. He firmly grasped the nipple rings in his new slaves and slipped the bells onto the loops, each one presenting like a hardened nub and jingling as they moved. "You belong to me now Aladdin and Mozenrath. We will see if you know how to satisfy."
Neither man attempted escape. Even when they were left alone in their new master's private quarters, it would have been futile to run. Inashal's private quarters turned out to be an entire wing of the palace. It included two separate bedrooms, a dining area, lounge room, bath suite, and walled off garden with patio. It was really more like a villa adjacent to Colane's own palace. Obviously meant for higher ranking guests.
"Well if your going to be a slave for the rest of your life…" Aladdin tried to joke and winced as the bells slapped against his areola. He had been scrubbed till the first the layers of skin had come off and his body was smooth as fresh coffee.
"This is for damn sure the way to do it." Mozenrath agreed. The two men looked at each other momentarily and blushed. "Thank you." Mozenrath said and Aladdin nodded. "I mean it Aladdin." He said, knowing that he was baring something here.
"Hell Moze." Aladdin said and sat down on the bed. "I couldn't let you get bought by that filthy pig." He sneered for a moment and then gazed at Mozenrath up and down. "Are you…?"
"I'm alright." He answered.
"Good." Aladdin said and sat down on the bed, hung his head, and wept.
Mozenrath was struck for a moment. He was not used to being faced with sadness. Should he provide comfort or give time for grieving? Any minuet Inashal would walk through that door, ready to take his rights with his new slaves. Aladdin's period of mourning for his lost wife was going to be cut short no matter what. Mozenrath gingerly approached and sat down on the bed besides his companion. He gently lay a hand against the younger man's back and tried to provide some support.
"Their dead…" Aladdin whispered between sobs. "Their all dead…fuck it all." He spat out and grit his teeth against the pain.
Mozenrath said nothing, but they were both thinking the same thing. With no rescuers coming, no hope of salvation, what in the hell…
"…are we going to do now?" Aladdin said angrily and wrapped his hands around the bed post as if he could break it.
"You're Genie." Mozenrath said softly, trying to think. "He could still come."
"I didn't let him know where I was going." Aladdin admitted. "This mission required stealth and a steady hand. Genie can be…loud."
Mozenrath chuckled softly and held his head in his hand. "So we're fucked. Literally and figuratively." He fell back against the bed and shook his head from side to side, a little dizzy with the realization. "What the hell are we going to do now?" He wasn't answered, Aladdin was on the patio looking out at the garden.
For the first time Mozenrath looked at Aladdin. Really looked at him. It was different to have a moment between the forced humiliation and rampant abuse of their bodies. He had a chance to see what he had touched. Aladdin was lovely, especially in the evening light that complimented his heritage. The warm orange red glow of the setting sun lighted his skin like fire. The gold bangles and piercing on his skin glowed fiercely, giving him a warrior like beauty. It was primitive, and yet a little frightening.
Aladdin turned and balked as he realized Mozenrath was looking at him. "What?" he said and gulped, feeling ashamed. "Moze…"
"It's not like I don't know your body Aladdin." Mozenrath said without any sign of embarrassment.
"Yes, but that's different. We were forced." He said firmly and crossed his arms, glaring at the floor. "I know your body too Mozenrath. It's not like you catch me staring at you."
"Just because I haven't caught you…" Mozenrath murmured and stopped. Now wasn't the time. "Aladdin…are you ready?" he said and they both knew what was meant.
"No. No I'm not." He said and closed his eyes. "Oh damn it…" he said and his chest rose and fell quickly. "Oh god he's actually going to…"
"You've already been penetrated Aladdin." Mozenrath said with steadying force. "This will just be something bigger and firmer."
"But…but what if he just comes in and…" he made a rude gesture and threw up his hands. "Oh god I can't do this."
"You don't have a choice. Even if he does come in and…" Mozenrath repeated the gesture. "You'll learn to take it and give him the response he wants."
"What like you!" Aladdin said in an accusatory voice. His emotions were running high and the fear of finally being taken by another man was terrifying to the bone.
"Yes Aladdin, like me!" Mozenrath roared back. "You think I enjoy this? You this I liked taking guard after guard inside me while you get away with a blow job?"
Aladdin snarled and felt his hackles raise. "What was I supposed to do? Colane wanted to keep me virginal for a higher price." He turned bright red in the evening light. "It's not like I didn't have everything else put on me."
As soon as anger had flooded the room it was gone, leaving behind the abused slaves. They were silent for a moment, nothing left to be said.
With a great heave Aladdin slipped onto the couch and spread his thighs, trailing his fingers down to his tunnel, and sliding one in, wincing at the pressure. Mozenrath's eyes widened and he gulped down hard. "What are you…"
"Stretching." Aladdin said resolutely and pressed his finger in up to the first knuckle. His face strained, but he pushed in deeper and gasped. "I at least want to be a little prepared." He strained and tried to slide another finger in too soon. He yelped and closed his eyes, pained.
Mozenrath rolled his eyes. "Didn't you learn anything?" He came over despite Aladdin's frightened look. "Your too dry… you'll just end up making it hurt worse." Mozenrath removed Aladdin's fingers and knelt between his thighs. "Let me." He said and without waiting for protest set his tongue to the tightened sphincter.
Aladdin had to bite down on his hand to keep from moaning. But stopping the noise wouldn't stop the sensation. Mozenrath's tongue was rough and wet and warm against his ass, slipping around between his cheeks and probing his entry. This was the first time they had touched without someone ramming into whatever was left of whipping their bodies or mocking them coldly from a dimly lit room. The only noises were the little swish swish sounds from the friction of Mozenrath's lips against his skin and the stifled gasps from Aladdin's mouth. "Moooze…" he strained and the sorcerer looked up at him with large, expressive gray eyes.
Humph. Mozenrath thought and probed his tongue inside, feeling the warm walls of Aladdin's body. Aladdin went rigid, his back arching and moving as Mozenrath held his thighs apart. He let out little gasps, shivering from hip to toe. Carefully, Mozenrath took his fleshed finger and began to slid it into the moistened pink star. When Aladdin didn't react he looked up and blanched.
Inashal was standing in the archway, leaning against the pillar and watching them with a casual smile on his face. "You Arabs have odd ways of saying thank you." He joked and halted them as they tried to move into a bow. "No no my slaves. Don't stop on my account." He said and came forward, slipping off the shirt of his robe and settling in a near by chair. "I was enjoying your show."
They both remained frozen for a moment, unsure if they were about to be punished. Carefully, Mozenrath began to slid his finger in and out, crooking it so as to brush against the moist walls. Aladdin couldn't help but arch against it, eyes fluttering with the sensation. They went slowly, waiting for instruction.
But it soon became apparent that Ina did not want timed reaction. He allowed the two to go at their own pace, prompting with gentle touch as oppose to harsh words and whips. As Aladdin began to quiver he came forward, taking Mozenrath's hand and adding another finger, bending his mouth gently to the inside of the thigh. "There you are. Treat him gently, I don't want to see my new pet in a moment of pain."
Mozenrath lapped at the thighs and nearly yelped as Inashal began to touch his body, surprised by the sudden attention. Inashal leaned in gently, sniffing at his soft hair and running his fingers over the base of his neck. "You know Aladdin practically begged me to purchase you." He said and reached around to Mozenrath's chest, his clever fingers finding the nipples and rubbing them softly. Mozenrath felt his breath hitch and buried his face in Aladdin's body, hoping to hide the expression.
"I don't want either of you to be frightened." Ina said softly. "You see some masters…" he explained as his fingers found their way down to Mozenrath's cock, stroking it until it strengthened to full potential. Mozenrath fell to the couch, leaving Aladdin with legs splayed as Inashal found his sensual points. "…some masters prefer to keep their toys in line with pain. Chains and whips, manacles and excruciating torture." His long, nimble fingers quickly opened the space of Mozenrath's anal kiss and found the raw bundle inside to drive him made. Mozenrath gasped as Ina played with his insides. "I on the other hand, prefer to maintain control…" his fingers slipped in and out as he pulled Mozenrath back against his chest, letting Aladdin see the beautiful expression of pleasure on the sorcerer s face.
"With pleasure." He began to open Mozenrath, leaning him back to show off while the body cavity went wider. "In fact, I find my slaves to be much more loyal this way." He must have touched something inside just right. Mozenrath wailed as his eyes rolled back and his hips began to pulse up and down on Ina's hand. "I know you think I'm going to hurt you Aladdin. I know you think I'm going to break your body open by force." He slipped away for a moment and removed his trousers, showing off his tanned, firmly poised body.
Mozenrath felt apprehension shoot through his body as Inashal turned around. The man was large, nearly ten inches in length and at least an inch and a half girth. Neither Aladdin or Mozenrath had anything to be ashamed of with their own members, but Inashal was clearly proud of his own. He held it firmly in his hand and drew Mozenrath forward, kissing his neck and lingering as the young wizard frantically tried to find a way to prepare himself.
"I won't break either of you." Inashal said and made Mozenrath look at him. "I know Colane's sadist methods. I know you won't believe me…" he pulled Mozenrath onto his lap and spread his cheeks apart, giving Aladdin a perfect view of the already opened diameter. Hainan's brutal abuse of with the cucumber had left him open. "Unless I show you." He said and lifted Mozenrath atop his body. "Come now Mozenrat…show him it can feel good."
"Please…master…I don't know if I can." He whimpered and Ina smirked.
"You can. But you may take your time sorcerer. I'm in no rush." He said and gestured to Aladdin. "Come now…help him out Aladdin." He said and made him come forward just as the hard press of his cock pushed into Mozenrath's body. The sorcerers legs almost gave out as the head opened him up, pressing into the tunnel with amazing force. Ina brought Aladdin in close and smiled. "He need to be wet Aladdin…make sure he's nice and wet for me."
Aladdin felt himself move, his tongue touching the lip of Mozenrath's wrinkled opening and Inashal's cock at the same time. Both master and slave moaned as Aladdin's tongue caressed their most intimate areas, moving up and down, lapping around the edges and caressing the base. He moved his tongue up and down with the popping of Inashal's head. Their new master was being careful despite an already open ass. He stretched the largest part of his member through the opening several times, making sure that Mozenrath's body would be ready to accommodate the rest. Finally, with the help of Aladdin's tongue, Inashal began to push deeper, making Mozenrath's hips settle slowly onto his thickness. "Oh yes…how wonderful…" he moaned and licked at Mozenrath's neck, slowly pumping in and you.
Mozenrath had his teeth gnashed together. How was it, after everything Colane had done to them, after every organ in the palace guard had penetrated his body, it was now that it started to feel good? Ina was pulling his body in four different directions and yet his hardened prostate was building with pressure. To add to the penetrating girth, Inashal had Aladdin lapping as his little hole, the street rats tongue warming the entry tenderly. And now, their master had begun to stroke his cock, diverting some of the energy away from his entry and onto his erect organ.
Mozenrath jerked and groaned as another inch disappeared inside his body. He began to flex his legs helping his master along. "See Aladdin…it can feel good. It can even feel amazing if you have the right partner. Look at your friends face, see the lines of ecstasy there, the way his eyes cloud over with longing." Inashal brought Aladdin up to the front and made him watch as inch after inch moved inside Mozenrath's body, making him bounce a little as the thrusting began. "Doesn't he look magnificent atop my cock Aladdin?"
"Yes master." Said Aladdin breathlessly. The sight of another man in pleasure, bucking and bouncing like Mozenrath was. Aladdin could feel his groin hardening. Inashal smiled at his first purchase and pulled him up. "Slide along my body Aladdin." He said and brought Aladdin along his frame, positioning the street rat so that he straddled his masters face. "Such a lovely view." He said and Aladdin whimpered as he ass was probed by Ianshal's soft fingers.
"Master…oh gods master I …Ahhhhh!" He gasped, Mozenrath's cock along his cheek as Ina played with his opening. Already aroused, it made even the questing penetration of a finger easier to take. He looked up at the sorcerer, body quivering in time and saw another bit of Inashal's cock slide in as Mozenrath wailed in passion. "Mozenrath… damn it all." He whispered. Did the sorcerer have any idea how hot it made him to see that tight space pushed into? Why did that make him so aroused? Without thinking Aladdin took steady hold of Mozenrath's hips and began to help him move up and down, lips slowly nuzzling the hardness by his face.
"Aladdin what are you doing? Nuuuyyyhhhhh!" Mozenrath tossed his head back as Aladdin opened his mouth and began to take Mozenrath's cock in, his lips moving past the head and quickly onto the shaft. Inashal moaned at the action and plunged his mouth against Aladdin's ass, his tongue slamming inside with all the strength he had. Aladdin wriggled in his masters grip, his body now reacting with pure instinct as he tilted his head and began to work his jaw deeper across Mozenrath's organ.
Inashal was completely enamored of his new toys as he watched Aladdin start to deep throat Mozenrath. He had many slaves, being a high ranking noble, but none of them worked together like these two did. At best he would have to direct his other slaves to act in such a perfect sync. But Aladdin and Mozenrath! Who's bodies writhed against one another as easily as they did his! He plunged inside Mozenrath as far as he could go without doing damage. The reaction was superb! Mozenrath bucked back and forth against his cock and Aladdin's mouth, screaming in a language he didn't quite understand. The young necromancer was close, just a little more and he would…
Aladdin pulled back as Mozenrath came on his lips, The pearly juice spreading onto his neck and shoulders. But the hot wrath of orgasm only made Mozenrath's body open fully. He slammed down onto Inashal's cock, taking the full length up to the hilt inside of him. Aladdin was forced to Moze as Inashal began to pummel him ferociously, fucking Mozenrath's begging body till the sorcery felt his hair catch fire with passion.
Ina looked at Aladdin, his face shimmering with wetness and changed positions with Mozenrath, making the sorcerer bend nearly in two as the cock continued it's quest. "You see this Aladdin?" he asked and pulled another wonderful groan from the sorcerer. Mozenrath was blind to anything but the unceasing passion. His insides were exploding with pleasure! He was molten lava, hot clay in Inashal's hands. It hurt. Of course it hurt. He would have to be numb from the waist down for it not to hurt. But it didn't matter! His body was nothing but white hot ecstasy! He screamed again in his native tongue, fingers clawing the couch so hard they left long slices in the fabric.
"This is what I will help you feel Aladdin." Inashal promised, his fingers finding the pressure points in the wizards body and manipulating them till his rod stood firm again, waiting for just the right touch to bring him to orgasm. "I will take your body slowly, bring you to heights again and again, and when you become so exhausted you can no longer breath, I will let you sleep against my body and be covered in my arms." He lifted his arm and touched where the groin charka would be, chuckling as Mozenrath came again, spilling his essence in the sheets.
Mozenrath went limp, ready to sink against the sheets in exhaustion, but Inashal wasn't done yet. He spread the sorcerer's legs and made him face Aladdin on the floor. He slipped his cock into the reddened entry with no resistance, gripping the pale young man's thighs and lifting him up and down. Mozenrath cried out, his back pressed against his masters warm chest so hard he could feel the heartbeat in his spine. The cock filled his body, spreading into every crevasse and corner till he couldn't take any more. And then Ina made Aladdin come forward.
"Come here Aladdin." Inashal said and lifted Mozenrath till his cock was only half way in. "You are the one who persuaded me to buy this little lily. I want you to enjoy him as well."
"No…no master…" Aladdin gasped as Inashal took hold of his cock and pulled him up to the couch edge. "Master…" he begged and Mozenrath trembled. Fear or desire was impossible to tell. "Please…I don't want…"
"Oh but you do." Inashal said and slid out, holding up Mozenrath's lower body and spreading the open entry apart with his fingers. "I can see it in your eyes when you watched me fuck his tight body." Inashal chuckled. "I'm commanding you Aladdin. Your first order as my slave. Slide in and taste your friend."
Mozenrath's eyes looked up at Aladdin, almost shimmering in the quickly rising moon. "Aladdin…please."
Aladdin gulped and steadied himself, holding his proud member and gripped the edge of the couch. He pushed his head against the entry and slowly began sliding his cock into Mozenrath's tender body. "Ahhh! Nahhhhh!" Aladdin gasped, his own need building quickly. How long had he been waiting, body becoming more and more anxious for release? He had been teased mercilessly. Everything was clawing for some kind of stimulation.
Mozenrath gasped and closed his eyes, letting the air escape slowly. Aladdin wasn't as big as Inashal, but the wriggling, pounding movement inside him created a new kind of tension. The kind that made him long for more and embrace what he had. He let out little mewling sounds, the firmness inside slowly making him feel more sensual.
"You like it don't you Mozenrath?" Inashal said and made Mozenrath face Aladdin. "Tell him how good it feels."
They locked eyes, street rat and wizard. Mozenrath felt his chest thudding against his ribs, his body draining of all energy as Aladdin thrust back and forth, taunting, mocking the little ball inside. He nodded, and opened his mouth. "It's wonderful…" he cried out and held onto Aladdin's shoulders. "AHHHHUGH GODS!" he wailed and took Aladdin side of him, body poised for yet another orgasm.
Aladdin came with him, the rush of need spilling between thigh and chest, Aladdin filling the sorcerers young body with his seed. Inashal chuckled as Mozenrath moaned, his own cock wet with the rush of it. Their master reached forward and sampled a bit with his tongue, tasting the rich flavor as if it were a delicacy. "Lovely." He said and set Mozenrath down, allowing him the pillows as he sank lifelessly against the couch. "You see Aladdin…I have no need of chains to make you mine." he promised and brought Aladdin close, ready to begin again.