S-Series Characters
T-Toys
B-Bondage
D-Domination
TE-Teasing
YA-Yaoi
MO-Multiple Orgasms
OR-Oral
WS-Weird Shit
BUK-Bukakkae
DIA-Dialogue
GRP-Group Sex
VOY-Voyeurism
RIM-Rimming
HUM-Humiliation
SPNK-Spankings
TENT –Tentacle Sex
Mozenrath struggled in the firm grip of the anti-magic bonds, the ropes digging into his left hands flesh. Eve with the lavish décor of the Genie's lamp, he found it hard to feel like more than a prisoner. After all that's what he was. A prisoner. Worse…a slave.
A slave to a damned djinn! He snarled. The sentence galled him. He had been flown unconscious from his Citadel after his humiliating betrayal by that Muktar. He'd awakened bound in even more rope so he could hardly moved then dragged across the floor before that pompous sultan and a smug faced street rat! He'd glared at them hatefully from behind a gag, not being trusted to hold his tongue before royalty.
"Mozenrath of the land of the black sand." Said the fat man in a half amused voice. "You have been charged with conspiracy against Agrabah on multiple accounts." He sat up a little. "And the throne has found you to be guilty on all charges." The stunted sultan pressed his hands together thoughtfully as Mozenrath struggled on the floor. He was furious at the indignity. He didn't know what was coming next.
"However, despite your extensive record against you, we have decided upon the advise of Aladdin to show some mercy."
I don't want your fucking pity! He would have screamed if he'd been able. The audacity of them to assume he wanted mercy or sympathy! Mozenrath shouted his outrage from behind the gag. But through the rage his own mind questioned him almost fearfully. If I'm not headed for the chopping block, what are they going to do with me?
Aladdin spoke up, dressed in the robes of a royal advisor. "Since your crime this time was not against Agrabah directly, the Sultan has magnanimously decided to let the punishment fit the crime." Aladdin could not deny himself a small smirk. Not really sadistic, more humored by the decision. Mozenrath was looking at him through narrowed eyes, awaiting his fate. "Instead of death or imprisonment, your sentence is to serve the one you harmed. You are no longer Lord of the Citadel but the slave of Genie of the lamp."
There was a second, a split second where Mozenrath denied what he'd just heard. Then it all hit at once. He screamed his outrage behind his covered lips, thrashing in protest. Aladdin you bastard! You had something to do with this! I know you did! That street filth looked too smug not to have been involved. Mozenrath bit down on the fabric and slipped it off just enough to speak.
"You won't get away with this you fools!" He roared as the guard moved to subdue him. Aladdin waved his hand, halting the man. "If you think I'll willingly serve your blue buffoon you are sadly mistaken."
Aladdin's face turned grave. "Willing or not Mozenrath, you are Genie's property now. I think it's small recompense for what you've put my friend through."
Mozenrath fought for composure and made himself laugh. "So this is personal vengeance Aladdin? Hard to be high and might as a sultan if you let your emotions have free reign."
The hero turned red, but managed to salvage some face. "This was not my decision Mozenrath. I only kept the council from demanding your head. If you want someone to blame for this fate, look in a mirror." He nodded towards the doorway and Mozenrath saw the djinn walk through, strutting almost to claim his new slave.
"Don't you touch me you idiot!" Mozenrath snarled and recoiled.
Genie smirked in a way the sorcerer had never seen before. His face maintained it's large, comedic appearance, but to someone experienced in hiding truth…
There was something sinister.
What the devil does this thing think he's doing? Mozenrath wondered as Genie went about his usual, melodramatic way to acting. Is he just trying to frighten me? Or is it actually something worse? He could hardly believe Aladdin's friend capable of a nasty act. But still, something was waiting behind those goofy eyes. Something that made the captive young man nervous.
And now he was waiting in the lamp, transported by Genie's powers to wait for his new master. Mozenrath spat out the word from the back of his mind. Master. As if he would ever address the djinn as such. There was a sound from down the hallway and Mozenrath turned, listening to the foot steps come for him.
"Well don't you just look fit to be tied?" Genie said as he entered the room, floating on that wispy tailed bellow the belt. "Oh wait, but you already are." He mocked the bonds, grinning as Mozenrath felt his temper boil.
"Listen up you over grown sprite from hell…" Mozenrath snapped, trying for bravado. "I don't give a damn what that street rat friend of yours decided. I'm no ones slave, least of all yours!" He stood up, making himself look tall and proud. "Now untie me damn you."
To his embarrassment, Genie merely rolled his eyes. "Gees Moze." He shook his head and came forward. "Did you actually expect that to work or something." The djinn actually had the tenacity to chuckle. "I mean I know your egotistical but man oh man." The genie touched the end of the rope between two fingers, playing with it teasingly. "But hey since we're in the lamp, no reason to make you look so overdone."
He snapped his fingers and the ropes melted into silver, congealing around his wrists, ankles and neck. Mozenrath took one look at the new bonds and yelled, throwing himself at his captor. "You insolent little…!"
Genie grinned, that strange grin he'd seen before in the throne room. He reached forward and grabbed Mozenrath's hand, jerking it forward so fast the sorcerer lost his footing and fell to his knees before the blue creature. "See now…I warned Aladdin of this." He said and threw Mozenrath to the floor with surprising force. "I told him you wouldn't get the kindness he'd shown you by sparing your miserable life. But bless the kid he wanted to try anyhow." Genie sighed and approached menacingly.
"You…you…" Mozenrath gasped as the djinns firm hand took hold of his jaw line, bringing them face to face in a second. The young wizard found himself speechless as he stared into the large eyes. He forced his mouth to move. Why was that look so familiar to him. "You get your hands off me! I won't be manhandled by some stuffed bulbous balloon!"
The blue djinn laughed so hard it almost sounded like a squawk. "So it's my form you have a problem with them?" he shrugged. "Easily changed my friend. Confidentially I just use this shape for the shows." Genie kept his eyes locked on the sorcerer as he changed. No great poofs of smoke and sparkle. No disappearing and reappearing. He stood in the middle of the floor and let Mozenrath watch.
What he did was hard to describe. It was as if the ifrit became…firmer. His frame, which had always looked drawn and fake slowly seemed to come to reality. The lines suddenly looked more human and defined. His face contorted into a youthful appearance, firm and rakishly handsome. "Better?" Genie said as legs materialized, adding height and stature to his new shape. "Maybe I'll keep going eh?"
Hair swept over Genie's new, strong featured face. It came down his back in a thick black braid he tossed over his shoulder. The smile was back, and Mozenrath suddenly recognized his apprehension.
Mozenrath walked backwards, pulling away from the new, more human Genie. "Don't touch me." He spoke in a calmer, leveled tone. He hoped to throw off his captor by dropping aggression.
Genie wasn't fooled. "Whats wrong Mozie?" he said and brushed the hair from his face, his hands well defined and manicured. "Just a little bit better looking now hum?" He rose two fingers and snapped, activating his control on the ankle manacles. Mozenrath felt his breath hitch as the sound of metal scraping against tile grated on his ears. His body was slowly pulled towards his master, the indigo skinned male demanding his full attention.
"You know Moze. I give you credit as a pretty smart guy." He said and reached forward, caressing a frozen Mozenrath's thick curly hair. Gene brought their faces close, until he knew Mozenrath could feel his hot breath on his neck. "So with that in mind…I think we both know what I'm going to do to you now." He brushed his lips over his captives gently, almost tenderly, making sure to drive the point home. "Don't we?"
The sorcerer couldn't move. He felt weakened somehow. Not afraid, but out of control. "You…you won't dare." Mozenrath said in defiance. He wasn't willing to give up so easily, not to this inferior magical creature. Handsome new face or not, it was still the same, stupid djinn underneath.
Wasn't it?
"Oh I won't?" Genie seemed amused and tilted his head. "Why won't I?"
He thought quickly, trying to figure out something to deter his master. "Aladdin!' Mozenrath said suddenly. "I swear if you so much as touch me, I'll…"
Genie laughed again. He tossed his head back and laughed. "What makes you think you'll be talking to my buddy again? If I go out there right now and tell him I'll keep you inside for a while, he'll smile and nod understandingly." Genie snapped his fingers again and Mozenrath found himself on hands and knees, bowing to the djinn. "Know why Moze. Because you're a dangerous sorcerer. Slave or not you need to be kept under control."
"Fuck you!" Mozenrath snarled out and forced his body up, groaning as the chains resisted.
Genie sighed. "Come on now it's not so bad. I'm a djinn remember. I have access to things you've never seen before. Things you'll learn to like." He stroked the back of Mozenrath's neck, pressing his hands to the pale, lily like shoulders. "Come on…be a good sport and you'll find out what it feels like to have real power inside you."
The joke was crude, but it lit a fire inside of Mozenrath. He slammed his feet to the floor and kicked his body up, running down the halls as fast as he could. Genie didn't give chase, only sat there with his arms crossed, knowing full well there was no way out of the lamp unless he allowed it. Besides, this was going to be the wizards home from now on. Why not show him just what was behind some of those doors?
Mozenrath ran until he realized the same thing. Where was he supposed to go? It wasn't like there was a door out of here. All he could do was hope to evade the djinn for a little while and even that was asking for too much. This was a genie's lamp. He'd be found sooner or later. Later only existed if that bastard was playing a cruel game with him. And frankly that was entirely possible.
The necromancer paused to catch his breath and check behind him. The hall was empty. Even the bright, cheerful décor display did little to make him feel better. "Damn damn damn damn damn." He repeated to himself over and over again in a whisper. The djinn had to be insane. That was it. Yes, maybe if he just hid out for a while the flighty creature would forget about him all together.
Mozenrath turned down the hall and came to a door way strung purple and blue veils, layered so thick he could only see light inside. He took one last look to be sure he was not being watched and ducked inside.
The room was softly lit with candles and mirrors, his own, flustered image staring back at him a dozen times over. His hair was mussed and his cheeks burned red as embers. His cloths were rumpled and untidy and Mozenrath tried to straighten himself out.
He looked back up into the mirror and jerked to attention. There was a shape in the glass behind him, smiling. "What?" he turned, only to face and empty room, void of anything but the candles and mirrors staring back at him. Mozenrath hesitated, feeling the thick layer of magic in this place, and looked over his shoulder.
The face that looked back was his own, times two. His image stared back at him from over his shoulder, two whole, undamaged hands clasped around his shoulders and over his chest. His psyudo self looked up and smiled, playing with his gold lined mantle. Mozenrath felt the press of strong hands too quick to stop and his cloak was removed, pulled away by the mirror man.
Now Mozenrath was no fool. He could not longer feel the weight of his mantle around his shoulders. That was real enough. He ran for the multi colored veils and pulled them aside, ready to run from the room.
His own image stared back at him, smiling seductively back.
Mozenrath picked up a candle and threw it at the framed glass. His chest beating hard as it bounced off harmlessly, flame extinguished in the warm wax. His own face laughed soundlessly and tsked, shaking his nimble finger from side to side. "No." Mozenrath whispered and felt hands at his chest, undoing the cloth around his torso.
He slapped at the sensation, trying to pull it off. But the feeling was relentless. Mozenrath turned away from the mirror only to see another one, this time with two of himself staring back, working at his clothing. "Get off me!" he flailed and found his hands grabbed hard behind his back, his mirror self much stronger. "Unhand me you…me…you!"
An invisible hand covered his lips and an invisible mouth whispered for him to shush. It was so vivid he could feel the breath at his ear, but it was only in the reflections that he could see what was happening. One psyudo Moze held him tight, hand around his mouth to quell opposition. Another worked diligently on releasing his clothing. And now a third was stroking the curve of his thighs and buttocks enticingly.
Mozenrath attempted to struggle and turn, but his shirt fell from his body, revealing pale, soft flesh and peach tinted nipples. He yelled into 'his' hands as one of the Mozenraths became interested in them, fingers pinching and flicking them sweetly. No sound. Only actions in the mirror. Mozenrath's eyes flared open as the sorcerer at his chest winked roguishly and opened his mouth, sucking the warm bud into firm wet lips. Mozenrath felt his knees go out from under him as his nipple was swirled into of the moist tongue. Teeth raked across his chest in stimulation and he whimpered.
Yet another look alike was there, undoing his belt and pulling the pants down over Mozenrath's curvy hips. The being didn't hesitate to spread his thighs and embrace his flaccid manhood with warm, expressive hands.
Mozenrath yelped and kicked violently, his senses alive, awake and resistant. But it did little good. Two more pairs of hands gripped at him from the mirror, holding his feet and laying him spread eagle on the floor. Mozenrath screamed his protest and had his mouth covered in another, being forcefully worked by an invisible tongue. His tongue was pulled out and suckled roughly, demandingly. The ceiling above him was a mirror image, showing him every last thing being done to his body by himself.
Hands at his pelvis stimulation his rod diligently, working the impressive mass with a steady pace. As the erection blossomed, Mozenrath was made to sit up and watch as the flesh rippled in mid air, stroked firmly. His cock was made to stand and he moaned unwillingly, mouth now uncovered to release sound. He watched as the slick wetness of a pair of lips covered his rigid manhood, making the surface shiny. In the mirror a Mozenrath with firm lips pouted out around his cock bobbed up and down furiously. Yet another slipped in beside him and began to help stroke the erection with his tongue. The two on his legs lifted them up, revealing the handsome young man's pale, puckered ring.
"No!" Mozenrath called and saw his reflections look at him with charming smiles. "No don't!" He called and was held down, the press of many different fingers toying gently with his ass hole. "Wait please!" he stammered out, arms and body still held fast as five of the six fold images poked and prodded at his tiny sphincter, smiling as they admired it.
Mozenrath felt a body slide along his and the scent of human flesh so familiar and confusion. A mouth warmly covered his cock, sucking it hard and urgently as the same thing held his thighs up. The rest of his doppelgangers set about planting kisses over his thighs, hips, buttocks and testicles. Tongues wiping over skin and muscle. Mozenrath felt the blood leaving his upper half and plunging for his pelvis. Every nerve and vein stood out for attention and he whined in the pleasure of it.
He didn't know which tongue found his tunnel first, it didn't really matter. But the slick appendage plunged in relentlessly, the surprising thickness wriggling around inside with great adoration. Mozenrath felt his muscles give in without permission and his hips quiver in response. "No…wait please!" he cried out as a strangled moan escaped him. "Nyyyah gah!" He closed his eyes and all of the resistance went out of his body.
Whoever was at his ass left and another tongue took a deep taste of him. Another of his images crawled up his leg and began to lick and suckle each of his toes, tickling down his calf with a joyful smile on it's face. They all seemed to find places to attach themselves until every last inch of Mozenrath's body was being rubbed, tickles, licked, sucked, stroked or toyed with. They turned him over on his stomach and made Mozenrath bow with his ass in the air, marveling over how they could make him whine with ecstasy if they licked here or pressed their fingers in just a little.
One of them propped him up so he could watch their actions in the mirror and showed him a small purple object about the same size as an egg. It had a black line around the middle and Mozenrath heard a click echo in the room. His eyes widened and he shook as the top half began to rotate slowly on it's axis, the sound of small gears gyrating in his ear.
"What in hell do you think your doing?" Mozenrath called as two of his doubles spread his moistened cheeks wide and held him down, the size of the egg thing pressed to his ring. "Wait! Oh gods what are you yahhhhhh!"
The thing was slid in firmly. They showed a little care for the condition of his star, lapping around the edges as the new size and shape was made to enter. Too much lubrication and he would dilate, letting the device slide right out. Too little and the feeling would go from good to bad, and they didn't want that for him.
Mozenrath collapsed on the ground with no warning, the mirror beings gone both from physical and visual reference. He shook, feeling the hard, rounded object inside his tunnel and whimpered, touching his ring carefully. Could he get it out? How was he supposed to? He contracted a little, trying to push, his lovely face straining…
Click.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Mozenrath screeched and hit the floor, clawing at the tile. That…that thing! I-i-it was vibrating inside of his tunnel, shaking with increasing speed through his body as he writhed around it. He gasped out as the gyrating head began to move within his body, seeking out new territory to move in. The thing did not go deeper or did it slide out. Spasms of odd pain and sweet stretching shook Mozenrath's frame.
"How does it feel Mozie?"
Mozenrath felt his body flush red as the djinn entered the room, his new youthful frame still in appearance. In his left hand he held a small rectangle, identical in color to the egg now shaking his insides furiously. "What…what are you doing?" he tried to breath and Genie pressed something along the front of the device. Mozenrath felt his eyes roll back as the pace quickened, making his hips and pelvis vibrate along with his tunnel.
"This…" Genie gestured towards Mozenrath's rear. "…is a nifty little device called the Magic Bullet." He said and grinned cheerfully. "It's battery operated. Won't technically exist for a few millennia but hey who's counting." Genie pressed the little dial again and clicked it up another notch. Mozenrath twisted on the ground as electricity shot through him, his veins pumping with wild, unbridled lust. "Awww. You like it don't you."
"F-f-f…" Mozenrath's insult was caught in a wail as it moved deeper inside of him, caressing the swollen body of his prostate. "Fuck you!" He forced out and collapsed again, beads of sweat on his brow.
"Hey whenever your ready you just let me know." Genie chuckled at his own joke and turned down the dial a bit, letting Mozenrath's rigid frame go limp. "I have to admit Mozenbrat." He said, using the old insulting nick name. He reached forward and drew Mozenrath's eyes up to meet his. "You look awfully good for a skinny little sorcerer."
There was no real way to resist as the djinn kissed him. The push of those brash indigo lips was amazing, slamming down onto his so hard his cheeks felt it. Genie's tongue traveled his mouth like a garden, sliding across his lips and teeth savoring it. He took hold of Mozenrath firmly by the back of his head and pushed the unwilling man into it. Mozenrath hadn't expected this kind of pursuit. It was useless to avoid him. The kiss was so intense that when their lips parted the sorcerer found himself dizzy from the head down.
Genie smiled contentedly and clicked the toy on again. Mozenrath's spine straightened and he went down on all fours as the pressure inside increased. With almost sadistic glee, the indigo ifrit jerked the dial to it's highest setting and watched as Mozenrath threw his mouth onto his hand.
He had to, to avoid screaming. His entire lower body trembled like an earthquake. His cock and testicles vibrated so hard it was painful. He wailed into his own fist, teeth clenching down so as to leave marks. Mozenrath thrashed on the floor, the cold marble providing only seconds of comfort from the burning heat inside of him. Oh! Oh damn… nyahhh!
Just as quickly, the djinn turned it back down, relenting a little on the poor necromancer. "Like it?" he said and Mozenrath sobbed so sweetly he very nearly stopped.
The young sorcerer tried to crawl for the doorway, seeing now the hall beyond those curtains. He glanced back at Genie, wondering if his captor was going to try and stop him.
"You can go…" The ifrit said mildly, clicking the bullet on again just enough to make Mozenrath's bottom lip quiver. "…if you can get up."
"You sick bastard." Mozenrath whimpered and balanced himself on his palms. He tried to push up and felt his legs turn to gelatin.
"Come on now." Genie said encouragingly. "You can do better than that." He sounded almost sincere.
Mozenrath gathered his last vestiges of strength and flung himself out the doorway, landing on the hall and breathing hard. He made himself grip the wall for support as he turned and pushed himself along the way, Genie's mocking laughter ringing out behind him.
He heard a click and the toy's vibrations strengthened, his hips shaking with the sudden jolt. Mozenrath collapsed against the wall, his body taken with the wild sensation. Footsteps followed him down the hall, and he looked up to see Genie's expressive amber eyes gazing down at him. "Damn it…" Moze whispered. "What do you want from me?" he asked, realizing he had no idea how to escape.
"I already told you Mozie." Genie knelt down and raised Mozenrath to him, smiling through his firm, sleek lips. "We both know what I want." He wrapped his hands around Mozenrath's head and caressed his hair back invitingly. "Come on wiz kid. Let a djinn show you a good time." He puckered his lips and winked roguishly, twitching his shoulders in an old style prostitution way.
The egg writhed inside of him and Mozenrath moaned as it began to rub his prostate. His stomach seize so hard it hurt as his body felt whispers of pleasure. He shook on the floor as the djinn watched, his body completely unable to mount a defense. "Alright!" He shouted, mind losing sensation. "Alright…just…do it and be finished djinn!"
The genie blanched, than began to laugh. A loud, truly amused sound. "Moze Moze Moze!" he slapped his knee and brought the bodily inebriated sorcerer up into his lap. "I have no intention of…fucking you…like some two coin whore." He slid his finger under Mozenrath's chin and looked deep into his brilliant eyes. "I'm going to take you nice and slow…give you a chance to savor what my magic is capable of."
Mozenrath watched in fascination and horror as a long, thing tentacle stretched out from the ifrits open palm, the purple blue appendage swirling around his arms and against his neck line. "Wha…what?"
"Open up Mozenrath. You'll like it I promise." Genie said with a devious glare and began to let the tentacle shape itself. It hardened and curved, the thick veins of a man's cock slowly popping out of the contours.
"No!" Mozenrath wailed and tried to rise. But another set of thick member like appendages flung themselves out at his arms and wrapped tightly around his wrists. Mozenrath was slammed down against the divan as the thick cock bobbed in front of him.
"Now be a good slave." Genie said with a determined grin and pinched Mozenrath's nose, holding his tentacle in the other hand. "Open up!"
The necromancer held his breath as long as he could, his eyes scrunched close and his cheek flushing bright red. But in the end, he cracked his lips for a breath of air and the cerulean blue manhood plunged in. The thickness worked it's way through the small crack in his lips to spread his jaw wide. Mozenrath made a muffled wail as Genie's face strained with pleasure, his tentacle sliding in and out of the moist lips with furious pace.
"Oh yes…ummm Moze!" The djinn groaned and pushed his cock in deeper, past the sorcerers teeth and cheeks as he wriggled around with dexterous advantage. "Now doesn't that taste sweet?" He released the man's nose so he could breath and watched excitedly as Mozenrath's sucked him down. Genie smiled, coiling his fingers in the thick raven locks and helping Mozenrath to take it in. "Ahhh! Ah yes Moze!"
Mozenrath breathed hard for air, his mouth worked hard by the flexible cock. It moved like it had a mind of it's own, tickling the roof of his mouth and filling out his cheeks. He whimpered and resisted, trying to loosen the other tentacles hold on his hands. But it was no use. The harder he refused, the harder the djinn seemed determined to use him. It bulged inside of his jaw, working against his tongue and cheek.
"Yes! Gods Moze your tongue is so sweet!" Genie moaned and bucked his appendage in fast and faster, working the cheeks and jaw thoroughly. His fingers found Mozenrath's tight anal sphincter and he pressed two inside, winding them around and around as Mozenrath whimpered pitifully. The sorcerers body was so tight and delicious, begging for something long and thick to break him open. The djinn took his time and pulled his knuckles apart, spreading him wide.
With a sudden wail of pleasure the djinn came, the juice of his tentacle sliding into Mozenrath's mouth. The sorcerer froze up, his mind denying what had just happened. He…he came! Mozenrath shook. He came…in my…mouth! His lips made as if to spit.
"No no no!" Genie chastised and slammed another cock-like tentacle home in to the waiting jaw. "Your not done yet." He grinned and began to pump Mozenrath again. The young wizard screeched indignantly, his body flailing and thrashing as he was forced to taste the hardness of djinn manhood. This one was thicker and more determined, as if the first was just a warm up. It pressed deeper into his lips, working past his tongue and trying to fill up his throat.
No! Oh wait…please! His moaned and threw a desperate look at the djinn, trying to scream at him not to go so deep.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Genie said and shook a finger. "It's impolite." He grinned and the second tentacle came, filling Mozenrath's mouth so full with the pearl like seed he was forced to swallow or choke. Then a third. And a fourth, till Mozenrath could no longer hold the sweet seed and it slipped onto his cheeks and chin. "Now then…" said Genie as he allowed Mozenrath to fall to the floor in weakness. "What were you going to say?"
"You…you…bastard!" Mozenrath coughed out, voice so full of rage the air caught fire. "You…dare…to make me…!" He made the mistake of raising his head. Though the fury on his face was terrifying, the djinn saw something he had not expected. Tears. Not sad, pitiful tears. But hot, angry, hateful tears of frustration.
Genie paused for a moment. His goal was, yes, to humiliate the sorcerer. But maybe he needed to learn a better lesson. "You poor man." Genie said sweetly and let the tentacles pull Mozenrath closer to him. He lay the sorcerer back on soft pillows and tied his arms behind his back, holding them steady. "I'm being very unfair to you aren't I?" he said and Mozenrath gasped as the ifrits nimble fingers opened his thighs. "I don't mean to be unkind…but your making it so hard to play nice."
"You…djinn what do you th..ahhhhna!" Mozenrath gasped as warm, fluid hands took firm hold over his manhood, stroking him to a proud erection. "Nuuuu! Nuuuoooah! I…"
Genie shook his head. "Hush Moze. Isn't this better?" He let his tentacles hold the sorcerer down, letting two more keep his long legs spread wide as he settled his body between them. "See…I can be a nice master." Genie opened his lips and let his soft pink tongue slid out, coating Mozenrath's cock with wetness. "I can be very nice."
Mozenrath shook as the blue djinn slid his own warm mouth over the long rod. He took it in deep, much deeper than a human man could have. Genie looked up at Mozenrath through huge amber eyes, working his jaw inch by inch until the hard cock was in his throat, tickling his uvula. "G…genie…" Mozenrath whispered and threw his head back as Genie took his time, measuring the length in and out all the way as little waves of pleasure washed over his slave.
He slid his mouth off and took a firm grip on the cock. "You like that don't you?" Genie said mischievously. "Admit it…it feel so nice to have you thick cock in my mouth." Genie chuckled as he saw Mozenrath's cheeks burn scarlet at his words. "Oh come now Moze. I though you were more worldly than that?"
Mozenrath whimpered as the hot lips consumed him again, tongue sliding with firm resolve over his manhood. Yet another tentacle moved along his body like a serpent, making it's way towards his mouth as the djinn took the small remote and click it on. The little vibrating toy moved inside of him and the two pleasures made a connection. The jolt sent his body into spasms of ecstasy, his thighs and hips shivering in joy weather he willed or no. "Huuuunnnnnnnnn!" Mozenrath called and bit down hard, eyes closed as he tried to will control on himself.
The genie hummed as he sucked Mozenrath's length, taking great pleasure in making the sorcerer twitch like this. Perhaps he could teach the man some obedience. Maybe even make a willing pet out of him. Humans were always such fascinating creatures to the wish granting ifrits. Their quirks and capabilities so amusing to watch. And as another cock worked it's way into Mozenrath's wet mouth, pumping his head back and forth with taking speed, Genie marveled at the way the young man took it all in.
Mozenrath shook when Genie opened his thighs further and swallowed his cock all the way down to the testicals, lifting Mozenrath just enough to realize the indigo lips had consumed him as far as they could go. Letting his tentacles hold the man as he wanted, Genie let his hands wander the curved, giving body at will. He reached up and pinched the tender nipples, making them perk and harder to his hands. Mozenrath moaned blindly into it, will slowly dispersing.
Genie turned the toy up, letting the vibrations shake his torso as well. He let his finger tips conjure up a new surprise for the handsome wizard and snapped them onto the nipples quickly. Mozenrath shot forward, his chest curving away from his shoulders and hips as the clamps put pressure on his buds. He screamed from behind the blue veined tentacle, the little weights attached pulling his nipples down.
Oh gods no...no this can't be! Mozenrath felt a familiar building in his loins. The djinn must have felt it too, for he moaned lustily and began to piston his head up and down against Mozenrath's rigid masculinity. Damn it…it..it…
It felt good!
"HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAH!" Mozenrath shrieked into Genie's cock as both his own and the one in his mouth reached climax at the same time, the thick white seed exploding into the men's jaws. The force of that orgasm send ripples through his body and Genie placed his hand at the puckered entry to catch his toy. He watched with a strange smile as the pale entry contracted slowly, trembling with pleasure.
"Beautiful." He said and placed a soft finger to the ring. "Did you like that Mozenrath?" he asked and petted the man's stomach as he lay him back down against soft cushions. "Be honest now. No reason we can't be civil."
The necromancer whimpered, his lips white with djinn seed. It was oddly attractive. Where as human juice had a pale, fog like texture, the ifrits maleness glistened like fresh dug pearls on Mozenrath's chin. It had felt good. It had felt wonderful! He was well aware of his body begging, pleading desperately for deeper pleasures. Ones that he been abused, taken before, but never desired in so carnal a way.
"I…" he tried to speak and choked, his mouth dry. The djinn materialized and pressed a cup of sweet water to his lips patiently, letting him drink. He took a long drink and tried again. "I…can't take this." He whispered and fell to his hands and knees on the ground, sobbing into the sheets. "Please…"
"Moze…" genie said in a tender voice. "Moze you poor sweet creature. You haven't learned." The ifrit lifted his chin and smiled kindly. "I am being kind. I am letting you feel pleasure. And I can make it so great your collapse exhausted before the night is over."
"No. It's not that way." Mozenrath tried to explain, holding back weak tears. "I've been taken before. It hurts. It burns in pain and makes me bleed." He pleaded. "Please…no matter what I've done to you…please don't make me feel that again."
The djinn seemed to consider for a moment. "Destain…right?" he said and laughed warmly when Mozenrath answered yes. "Well no wonder. The man hardly knew his ass from a hole in the ground…probably didn't give much regard to yours." Mozenrath whimpered a little at the joke and suddenly felt strong, passionate arms encapsulate him. He gasped as he realized he was being…hugged…the firm press of Genie's chest against him. "Do you think me no better than that Moze?" Genie said and pressed a finger to the entry. "Do you think I'll just ram in with no regard?"
"Yes. For vengeance…for hatred." Mozenrath answered as the first digit made it past his circle, making the sorcerer whine.
"No Moze. I won't hurt you. Have I actually hurt you so far?" The answer was no. There was pain, but that was unavoidable considering the goal. None of it was malicious or sadistic, Mozenrath fancied he knew the difference. "Let's play a little shall we?" the Genie said and from his hand drew a string of round, white pearls. "See these beads?" He said and lifted them up to eye level with Mozenrath. "Guess where they are going?"
"Genie…" Mozenrath whispered and felt the first one at his pinkened star. A little lotion at the entry way and the first small bead slipped in with no resistance, making him jerk at the sensation. Then the next one, then another, the circumference getting slowly larger. "Genie…I…nuuuuuh…"
Genie smirked a little and kissed Mozenrath's pale neck. "Doesn't it feel good Moze." He said, not really asking but more stating what he knew to be truth. He popped another and another in, letting the little pearls do their job. "And look at that pretty little ring. So pale a pink it's like gossamer." He slipped another one in, at least half an inch in diameter and Mozenrath winced. "Look, your loosening already." He held up a hand mirror so Mozenrath could see his entry contracting and expanding beautifully. The sight made him feel odd. His hormones were already rushing, and this damn djinn seemed to know exactly how to push them further.
When the last large bead had slipped inside, Genie laid him back and began to caress his soft features, Mozenrath laying in wait and quivering apprehension. "What next do you think?" he said and tugged at the nipple clamps playfully.
"Please…" he said and winced at the tug. "Their…not pleasant." He asked and looked down at his reddened and sore areolas.
"Really?" Genie said and relented, removing the hard gadgets. "Allow me to apologies." He bent down and took a swollen nipple in his mouth, flicking it back and forth in his tongue. Mozenrath grit his teeth and let out a breath of pleasure soaked air. That felt good! Genie suckled the large buds in, lapping at them enticingly as he reached down and took firm hold of the string between Mozenrath's legs. He pulled carefully, letting the white ball balance precariously between the sphincter and freedom, then popped it out, watching as Mozenrath's face contorted in pleasure. One by one the beads came out, and Genie again tested the star with his fingers.
"My goodness you are a tight one." He said teasingly and nibbled along the sorcerers shoulder as Mozenrath moaned. "What can I do to open this little entry of yours?" He was being so wonderfully cruel. Genie let one of his tentacles slip into view. It was smaller than the others, perhaps only a few centimeters across and wriggling around like a bright blue snake. Two, three, four of them appeared from the same place, winding together outside of Mozenrath's thighs. "Maybe these will help." Genie said and slowly began to guide one in.
Mozenrath jerked as he felt the sweet, warm sensation of his tunnel being toyed with. "Genie…Genie damn it…nyyyyah." He gasped out the noise, breathless, eyes shut as it wriggled inside of him, searching for something.
"You like it, don't you?" Genie said, his strong, handsome face turning towards Mozenrath. He placed his hand to Mozenrath's firm, plush ass, slapping down hard against the flesh. Mozenrath jerked and whined. "Don't you?" he smacked his palm down harder, raising a pink print.
Mozenrath choked back as the flat of the ifrit man's hand laid against him harder and harder. Another tentacle worked it's way in, pressing deeper and searching out new areas to conquer. He felt his chest breathing harder as his muscles tighten, straining to keep up with the increasing pleasure. "Yes." He murmured as yet another tentacle slipped in past his circle, all three pulling in different directions.
"What was that?" Genie taunted, spanking him harder as his long, sinewy appendages writhed inside the necromancer. "Say it again Moze."
"Yes!" He shouted, his body shaking unstable. "Yes I like it!"
"Again." Genie commanded, his palm coming down hard enough to make a bruise.
"I like it!" Mozenrath yelled, his frame curving towards the sensation, his need throbbing for more.
"Again!"
"Yes!"
"Again!"
"Yes!"
"Again!"
Mozenrath screamed in pleasure as another cock disappeared inside him, each one moving in and out, darting within his tunnel as he succumbed to the pleasure of it. "Genie!" he hollered out, feeling his tight ring pulled and punished beautifully.
"Now you begin to feel it." Genie hummed and set Mozenrath down, letting his tentacles pull away. "Do you want more?" he asked, taking Mozenrath's hands and laying them against his belt.
"Yes." Mozenrath moaned, his mind not in it's usual frame. He was being pushed. Maybe it was the magic of the lamp, slowly coercing him into submission. Maybe the djinn was just that talented, bringing the sorcerer from anger and resistance to sudden desire. Mozenrath took hold of the crimson belt and pulled it undone, his lips pressing to the blue man's thighs. "Genie…"
"Now that's how a slave should behave…" he said and let Mozenrath slowly explore his pelvis. Beneath the billowing fabrics a hard architecture stood, upright and proud. Mozenrath slowly drew the pants down over Genie's thighs and gulped a little fearfully.
His rear hurt already. It was damned impossible for him not to be in any pain. And yet the rush of endorphins pressed him further. Genie pressed the head of his cock to the dark pink entry way and began to slip his length up and down along the crease. "Your read for this now." He said and pressed lotion to his manhood, rubbing the entirety until slick.
Mozenrath was forced to stand, then bend over, his ass cheeks spread open for Genie's inspection. The djinn was still gentle, though his huge erection rages between his thighs. He was massive. Not comically so, but proportionally his rod touched above his navel, throbbing, pulsing with thick veins and twitching for conquest. The head was round and firm, and as Genie pressed his head to the entry, Mozenrath gripped the sheets in apprehension.
"Please…Genie…I'm begging you." He said and turned beet red.
But Genie smiled. He could hold his manhood forever and not loose himself on the sheets. He could afford to take him time. "Relax." He ordered and rubbed Mozenrath's thighs till he stopped shaking. "Relax your muscles…that's it." He encouraged and felt Mozenrath stop staining. "Good." He petted the sorcerer fondly. "There we are…" he smiled. "Get ready."
Mozenrath felt his ass cheeks spread wide, the tightness of his star being pushed so forcefully he winced. "Nnnnnhhhh." He grit his teeth and felt Genie spread lotion against his tunnel. "Nyyyyyyyyhah." He shook as the swollen head used the slippery texture to work it's way inside. It was not soft, but firm and unrelenting. Genie grunted heavily and bared his teeth a little, pushing inside the little pink ass.
And then…
Mozenrath's jaw snapped open and his whole body arched. His eyes shimmered in the candle light as Genie sighed in relief, his head past the entry way. Mozenrath choked on his own breath, the expanse of the djinn cock pulling him apart. He was not torn, but the flesh and skin of his tunnel was wrapped around Genie's manhood. The ifrit began to slide back out, giving the body a moment of relief. Then pushed back in again, this time with greater give.
"Gyyyyyyyaugh!" Mozenrath cried out, his teeth gritting hard as he sweated to take the girth. Genie looked down at him and rubbed his pelvis comfortingly, making little shushing sounds with his pursed lips. "Gggg…ggggenie!" Mozenrath gasped and fell back to the cushioned divan.
"You like it…" Genie said and watched joyfully as Mozenrath shook/ "You don't have to lie." He said and lay atop Mozenrath's body, their chest, stomach, hips, and sex's meeting. His tentacles slipped out again, wrapping around the pale young man's body and pulling him as close as possible. So close a drop of water could not have wedged between them. He used his feet to rock himself against Mozenrath, working his manhood in deeper.
Mozenrath knew he was expanding around the cock. He reached up and clawed at Genie's back with his nails, digging deep as he was opened like a flower in spring. His moist insides ached and protested, yet welcomes the engorged mass of maleness. It was a token resistance only, for as Genie began to rest his hips against Mozenrath's thighs, the sorcerers insides writhed in contentment.
"Yes!" Genie called out and breathed against Mozenrath's neck. "Damn your so tight Moze!" He said and began to buck back and forth slowly. He brought his cock nearly to the rim, then slowly pushed back in, letting their bodies react naturally. It hurt less the second time than the first. The third less than the second and so on until Mozenrath's eyes closed and he let out a soft, terrified whisper of ecstasy. "Silly wizard ling." Genie teased. "I can be hard for hours, days if I do it right. I'll be inside your body long after you weaken and need sleep." He took his manicured nails and scratched along Mozenrath's exposed buttocks. "And when you wake up it will be to the sensation of your frame being filled completely." He leaned in close and licked Mozenrath's ear, chewing on the lobe until the man wailed. "And when you waken like that, I want your first word to be 'More.'" Genie purred and began to stroke his insides fast.
"Genie…uuuuuunnnnagh!" Mozenrath wailed as the pumping of his insides began, the hard, rigorous thrusting that left him sore and sweet. "Please….I'm…jjaaa! I'm…only human!" He screamed louder as genie began to thrust hard, jolting his cock so deep inside it made the necromancer's stomach bounce. And yet as deep inside his body as Genie had gone, never had he felt more filled. His dark male secret was swollen to a hard ball, the forceful pressure making his entire lower body quiver and seize in joy!
I hate him! Mozenrath thought with ever bit of loathing in his being. I hate this djinn bastard to the core and I never want him to stop! The whimpers became desperate as Genie pulled up his thighs, folded the man in half and began to bounce atop him, plunging his manhood in up to the hilt. He felt the sorcerer's spine give and the man fall against him, giving his body over to the demands of his masters need.
"Then let's find your limits." Genie said and slipped half way out, turning Mozenrath on his stomach as he began to fuck the young man on all fours. The curved nature of Genie's cock pressed into new areas, making Mozenrath wailed to the ceiling as a wolf to the full moon. "Remember, I can shift my shape at any time Moze. Any form you've ever wanted, any fantasy you've ever had…" he caressed the underside of Moze's jaw as he spoke. "I can make it happen."
He felt the weight atop his back change, becoming lighter as the skin texture was a little rougher. The hands were callused and firm, and the cock within his body became a more human width and length. Before Mozenrath could turn, the voice made him shake inside.
"Don't pretend you've never wanted me Moze. I can see it in your eyes."
"A…aladdin!" Mozenrath whimpered and saw the street rats handsome face come in beside his own, his enemies cock thrusting in his body hard. "Aladdin…nyuuuah! Oh…" he felt those strong, rough fingers grip hold of his hips and ram in diligently, bring him back against the sensation. Aladdin might be more human between the thighs. But that made him no less a man than the djinn. The cock was as fulfilling as ever, making Mozenrath wail and gasp with rapture.
"You've always wanted to fuck me Moze. I can feel your desire on your skin." Aladdin chuckled and pulled the sorcerer up to look him in the eyes. "I can take you like this…if you want." 'Aladdin promised. "I know how to make love to a man." He began to kiss along Mozenrath's neck line. Mozenrath did not just respond, he melted into Aladdin's frame, ignored wants and fantasies coming alive in the inebriated atmosphere that the djinn magic provided. "Pick me Moze. I can make you feel loved, I can make you feel tender." He held Mozenrath's pale frame like a lover should hold a lover. Gently, warm and bracing. Despite himself Mozenrath sank against him, the driving sensation only making his pleasure build.
"Your…nyaggggah!" Mozenrath gasped as the cock wriggled and slipped around inside of him. He trembled. "Your not…Aladdin…"
"Oh aren't I?" Aladdin arched an eyebrow and curved his face back, kissing down the plush, giving lips. "Aren't I Moze? And even if not, does it really matter?" 'Aladdin' chuckled and pumped the sorcerer furiously. "This is about fantasy. About what makes your body feel extraordinary." Aladdin kneed and opened Mozenrath's thighs wide, the girth of the pale man's cock coming into view. It was engorged with blood again, ready, glistening with the gentle liquid if pre orgasm. "This is about making you sing."
'Aladdin' pressed his hands to Mozenrath's pelvis and pressed. And Mozenrath sang. He sang in aria's of pleasure. His body moved in the way that composers flick and curl their wands, everything conforming to the body plunging into him. "So you tell me Moze…who am I?"
"AHHHHHHHHHHNNNYAAA!" Mozenrath threw himself into the movement. His swollen insides begged release and demanded it. And as the Aladdin thing continued to take him, another figure pressed to his chest.
Genie showed himself in front of Mozenrath as Aladdin continued to take him from behind. "Do you like this Moze?" Genie asked, lifting the young necromancer's face so that he realized there were two beings in the room with him. "You like that hard, perusing press inside you." He slid his cock along the sore, reddened entry.
"No!" Mozenrath whimpered and pressed his hands to Genie's muscular chest. "No…please…I can't take two." He fell back to Aladdin's chest, the breath chuckle of the street rat in his ears as Genie pushed closer.
"Yes…you can." Aladdin insisted. "He's stretched you better than you know." Aladdin spread the lily white ass open, exposing the entry already full with cock and invited Genie between them.
"It only hurts a moment Moze. And then…" Genie conjured thick, slipper lotion between his fingers and pressed it around the warm sphincter. He pressed his cock along Aladdin's Mozenrath making little fearful mewling sounds as he tried so hard to open himself. "Well…you'll see."
Mozenrath grasped hold of Genie as he felt the second cock press hard to his opening. "Oh…oh gods. Oh!" The Aladdin man behind him moaned passionately as "human" and djinn cock rubbed against one another. Genie squeezed in tightly and opened the chicks as far as he could.
"Shushushushushushu." He encouraged Mozenrath and kissed him hotly. "It's alright." He grinned and began to work his own thick girth in.
For a moment, Mozenrath felt nothing, only the thickness of Genie's head beginning to push in along the hard press of Aladdin's. Suddenly…
Mozenrath shrieked and bit down on Genie's should hard. He strained and dug his finger nails in, scratching down as Genie winced and groaned. It was spreading him… His eyes rolled back in his head and Genie pressed deeper and deeper, not rushing it. He was slow, rubbing and massaging Mozenrath's wet, sticky thighs. He took the bite Mozenrath laid on him, letting the man put his pressure out.
The Aladdin behind him slid out just a little, letting Genie move further in. There was a give inside, the wet walls of the tunnel weakening before the heat. The ifrit seized the advantage and plunged in firmly, burying himself into the hilt. Mozenrath screamed painfully, his breath becoming ragged and harsh as he choked down all the manhood inside of him.
They rubbed against each other, djinn and Aladdin faced thing. Mozenrath could feel the cock grind and slide in rhythm, in and out, out and in. It never stopped. He was never without an inch of himself full. They pistoned in and out of his body, using him, and needing him.
The pain did not die down. It did not pass as it had with only one. Yet it was secondary. He was full. More full than it was possible to be and still feel human. Mozenrath grabbed onto the both of them. He began to work his own body against djinn and 'man'. He bounced once, experimentally, then moaned as he came to the realization of how good it felt.
"There you go." Aladdin said and helped his hips up and down. "Harder."
Mozenrath whined and bounced again. Then again. He flexed his hips and coiled around, rotating his hips to widen himself as far as he would go.
"Well well well now." Genie said as the tension of the bone digits on his fingers lessened. "If I didn't know better I'd say he's was starting to like it."
"Damned if he isn't." 'Aladdin' chuckled and took a handful of Mozenrath's hair, curling his fingers around it. "It's alright Mozenrath. Admit it. We're the only one's who will know." He kissed the neck, Genie's tongue joining in as they kissed one another and lapped up Mozenrath's sweat.
"Come on Mozenrath." Genie said and wrapped his fingers around the sorcerers hard cock. "Show us how much you like it."
Mozenrath wailed and begged for it, bucking up and down as he was thrust into, the nature of their bodies finding sync with one another. "Gods yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh naaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyg!" They fucked him. Till his body had no bones and his muscles lost all tension they took him and made him writhe between them. He cried and wept, body contorting in absolute ecstasy. Genie and Aladdin moaned against him, their faced strained with joy and Mozenrath felt the rapture of watching others take pleasure from him.
"Yes…yes…oh unnnnnnh!" Genie gasped and began to push with more vigor. He grit his teeth and thrust desperately as his cock swelled inside of Mozenrath. Aladdin followed in perfect pattern. Mozenrath buried his face in Aladdin's thick hair and felt his chest burn as the two men became ready to release inside of him.
Aladdin's hands joined Genie's around Mozenrath's rigid manhood. They pumped his organ tenderly, stroking and squeezing until the tip began to quiver of it's own will. They were holding off, refusing to come until he did. His ass felt ready to break in two. It was impossible for him not to be bleeding! And yet no liquid besides the lotion coated his insides. Not yet anyhow.
Aladdin came first, his face blushing red as his orgasm flowed into Mozenrath's body, filling him to the brim with rich white maness. He breathed hard against Mozenrath's neck as the sorcerer felt him slam in deep, making sure that Mozenrath knew he was possessed now.
Right behind him was Genie, and as he worked Mozenrath's cock he brought the necromancer with him, white seed spilling into and out of the young man. As the djinn wailed in orgasm, Mozenrath arched into his body.
Oh! Oh…Oh nyaaaaahhhh…
Genie caught the sorcerer as he collapsed against the hard chest, the ifrits pearl like essence inside his body and spilling out. The djinn smiled as he realized something. Mozenrath's eyes were closed, the half pained half rapturous expression slowly sinking into blissful unconsciousness. He had fainted, his body completely unable to maintain awareness any longer. Genie slid out of him gently and brought a bowl of warm water and cooling oils over, cleaning out the young wizard and using a sweet aloe gel to relax the red and throbbing sphincter. He took his time cleaning the body, helping the tightened muscles to relax.
"Silly little wizard man." Genie said fondly. The Aladdin thing was gone, indeed just a physical illusion to help bring Mozenrath into submission. The indigo man picked up Mozenrath's limp frame, holding him dearly and kissing the water soaked forehead. "Sleep for now, you have pleased your master."
Mozenrath moaned in his faint and turned towards the warmth of the djinn's body, unknowing and uncaring what delicious things could be done to him when he awoke.