Captured V

O-Original Characters

S-Series Characters

T-Toys

B-Bondage

D-Domination

TE-Teasing

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

MO-Multiple Orgasms

OR-Oral

BUK-Bukakkae

DIA-Dialogue

GRP-Group Sex

MAS-Masturbation

VOY-Voyeurism

RIM-Rimming

SHIP-Shipping

They were put into his private carriage and given time to rest as they crossed the empire to Master Inashal's estates. It was a three day ride, during which the two men slept in gold collars next to their new masters body. He was kind to them, allowing them the full length to sleep and recover their strength. And while his treasures slept, Inashal admired them.

"Sultan Aladdin of Agrabah." He said softly as the tanned youth slept beside him. He was a handsome creature. With all the silken demure of a farm worker, Aladdin maintained his rustic, earthy charm. It was what made Inashal so eager to buy the youth. He could have trained whores a plenty, each one as soft and malleable as a lump of handled clay. But none of them carried the real world quality. With his dark, exotic skin and thick black hair, his muscular body. Inashal ran a hand down Aladdin's thigh and between his buttocks, teasing the newly taken ass. Aladdin gasped in his sleep and clenched around his masters finger.

"Hush my pet." Inashal whispered and removed his finger. "You still have time to sleep before we being to play again."

And Mozenrath of the Citadel. Inashal turned to the pale beauty. Though he'd had to be convinced to buy the pale man, he admitted pleasant surprise with his purchase. Mozenrath was, on the outside, exactly like any concubine he'd had for entertainment. But on the inside he retained his stubborn, headstrong nature. He was prideful and angry, yet when the pleasure of night games went to his head he wailed as loudly as a woman in pleasure. He was resistant, yet willing. In denial about the boundless ecstasy he was being brought.

And about something else as well.

He could feel the strings of affection between his two newest pets. Inashal had taken his time to learn everything about these two before their purchase. He knew of their long standing enmity and time spent training for Colane. He was aware of the slave trainers methods and felt sure that Colane had used the old battle scars to increase Aladdin and Mozenrath's humiliation. But there was a fatal flaw. Being forced to endure together had only brought the men closer.

They have a bond. And it's being increased by natural affection for one another. Not that Inashal found a problem with that. It was probably why the two worked so well together. That was benefit enough for him. Besides, he had every intention of keeping the two together for quite some time. Inashal truly felt that as long as their proximity wasn't threatened, he'd have little trouble controlling the two.

"Tell me my loves…" he whispered into their ears. "What do you see in your dreams? Do you watch over one another as you do in the waking world? Do you dream of each others bodies and how well they mix in the candle light?" Inashal chuckled and petted them both like larger, exotic cats. As they entered his estate at the end of the travel, he slipped quietly from the coach and spoke to the servants.

"These pretties are to be tended to with the absolute best. Take them to the harem and set up their quarters. I'll be down in the morning to see to their introductions." He paused a moment. "Oh and keep them together. Wouldn't want them to wake up alone in a strange place and be frightened." Inashal's servants nodded and picked up the men quietly and with gentle demeanor, bringing them to the special suites reserved for bed slaves.

Neither Aladdin or Mozenrath knew what they were missing. The harem was set up in a line of canopies open rooms, providing basic space for the different members. The largest was in the middle with the back to the garden. Inside however, there was already an occupant.

"I absolutely will not move!" The tall, older male roared angrily at the eunuch. "I have been lord Inashal's favorite for nearly ten years and now he replaces me with these these…" he waved flippantly at the two sleeping men. "These amateurs!"

Either the men were tired, or by now long used to this man's ranting attitude. "Look Osisi, if you have a problem take it up with Inashal. His instructions to us were to give these two the best. So I'd suggest you'd let us do that."

Osisi sniffed and placed his many ringed fingers delicately against his chest. He sneered angrily as the eunuchs finished setting up Aladdin and Mozenrath. "Humph. Now off with you!" he shooed them out and came over to look at the new arrivals. Begrudgingly, he had to admit them handsome. One was most certainly of the Arabic stock, his swarthy skin and features have that away. The other…Egyptian features and skin so pale he seemed from the isle of Erin. Strange.

Osisi had once been the most prized slave in Inashal's harem. He retained, even in his aging years, the vestiges of beauty. Though the skin at his eyes and mouth sagged, ever wrinkle was smooth as porcelain to the touch. His hair, which had once hung in long amber locks was now peppered with gray and white strands. His eyes were dulled in color but sharper in knowledge. Indeed in his youth, Osisi would have bee a prize fit for any man's harem, straight or otherwise.

But with age, also comes insecurity. Inashal hardly called to him anymore. He retained his position of power in the bed slaves quarters. He dictated the rules and saw to the management of new slaves. He saw to the divvying of any treasures their master decided to bestow them with so no one felt left out. Inashal trusted his judgment.

But no longer his body.

Osisi sniffed at the two. He…disliked…them already.

Aladdin awoke first to the sight of his new home. He gasped in reluctant awe. The estate was beautiful, almost surreal. The bathing pool lead out into the gardens so that the bed slaves could enjoy the sunlight and flowers. Eunuchs, (poor castrated creatures) waited with feather fans too keep them cool and goblets of wine and tea to refresh them. Aladdin was surprised to see one or two women swimming about in the heat of the day, bodies naked and obviously as much Inashal's slaves as the rest of them.

He turned about and shook Mozenrath gently, the paler man splayed out in a nearly artistic way. "Moze. Moze come on get up."

The sorcerer opened his eyes and moved a little stiffly, ignoring the display of hedonism around them. He poured himself a goblet of wine and turned around to look at Aladdin. He chuckled at the impressed look. "Well what did you expect Aladdin?"

He blushed brightly and shrugged. "Not this obviously. I don't know…"

Mozenrath smiled. "We're bed slaves Aladdin. We're prized attributes of a man's status. Of course we're being treated well." He gestured about. "Not too long and we'll be covered in jewels and lush fabrics as a mark of our masters favoritism." He noticed Aladdin's disgusted grimace. "Yeah I know. But get used to it."

"I don't want to…"

"Well well well. It seems our new arrivals have decided to wake up."

They turned to see a tall, elderly man playing with an apple, tossing it from hand to hand and arching his brow at them. "And you are?" Mozenrath said, thought he already had a pretty good idea.

"I am Osisi of the Lowlands." He said and raised his hand in a dramatic flourish. "Favorite of master Inashal."

"For many years I'm sure." Mozenrath said slyly, hiding an insult inside of a compliment.

"Indeed." Osisi said smoothly, smiling through forced lips. "And who might you two be?"

"This…" Mozenrath gestured to Aladdin as he got up from the bed. "Is Aladdin…formerly Heir to the throne of Agrabah." He gestured to himself. "I am Mozenrath, Ruler of the Land of the Black Sand."

There were gasps. They had gathered a small crowd of the other members, now looking at them in surprise. Two royals! Princes no less! Oh these two new comers outranked Osisi, who had merely been the 'odd' son of a cattle lord captured by a slave raid. The harem men and women looked to Osisi, waiting for a response.

"Interesting." He said, fully aware of being watched. "Well them welcome to the chambers of Inashal. You must be quite weary from your travels." Osisi drawled his words in a dangerous voice. "Please, allow us to tend to your needs as…friends…" he said, faking generosity.

"No, thank you." Aladdin interrupted, putting a hand on Mozenrath's shoulder. "We can take care of each other." He ignored the odd look Mozenrath was giving him, willing the man to keep his mouth shut.

Osisi chuckled lightly. "Oh I have no doubt you can." He waved his hand in dismissal and walked off, ordering a castrated male to fan him in the sun.

"Moze…" Aladdin gestured to an empty section of pool under the shade of a weeping willow and they stripped down to bathe. They pretended to bathe until it looked as though they would be left alone, then began to talk in low voices. "I'm going to assume you were faking." He said softly.

"If you mean fake sleeping…yes." Mozenrath admitted. "I figured Inashal would be just egotistical enough to think he'd wearied the both of us out."

"He did." Aladdin said and then blushed brightly and turned his face away shamefully.

Mozenrath sighed and put a hand on his chest under the guise of helping him wash. Very carefully he pulled Aladdin to him and probed the newly broke sphincter. "Are you alright?" he asked concerned. "Inashal isn't exactly a small man."

"Well enough. I've been afraid to see."

Mozenrath moved closed and laid his hands on Aladdin's hips. "Open." He ordered smoothly and Aladdin blushed. "Not for that. I'm just going to check." He reassured his companion and felt the water swirl as Aladdin spread his legs. He gingerly felt around the ring with the tip of his finger. No immediate injury. No tear or swelling. Aladdin gave a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes as Mozenrath probed just a bit.

"Muh…Moze…" he gasped and couldn't resist pushing down a little. His tunnel was looser now, but still quite a squeeze to put anything into. Aladdin looked up and realized that Mozenrath was looking at him strangely. Longing…curiosity…excitement? He couldn't tell behind those deep gray iris.

Mozenrath felt his stomach squeeze as he 'checked' Aladdin's entry. He could feel the soft, wet inner walls contract around his digit. He rested a hand against the inside of Aladdin's thighs, rubbing tenderly as he found a second finger joining the first. "Shuuush." He said softly, entranced by the movements Aladdin was making for him. "Aladdin…" he whispered and began to push in.

There was a cough, rough and direct. It was as if both men suddenly returned to the real world and pushed away from one another, just a little. Aladdin looked around with a flushed face and quivering chest. Mozenrath pretended not to care.

"Still sore." Aladdin said softly, not bothering to lie. "Allah I feel like my hips are stretching whenever I think about it. My whole body feel pulled and burning and…and…"

"In a strange way…good." Mozenrath finished for him. "Be ready Aladdin. He gave us three days to sleep and regain our strength. As soon as he knows we're awake…"

"Yeah I know." Aladdin said and finished washing. "Three days…"

"And I honestly don't know where we are." Mozenrath said sheepishly. "I thought I might recognize the territory, but this is off the map. I don't even know if we're east of Damascus or west of the Nile."

"So you want to attempt escape then?" Aladdin said, his heart thumping at the thought.

"Well I certainly don't want to stay here the rest of my life." He admitted. "But to get out we have to know where we are and where we're going to." He finished washing his own body. Something had been mulling in the back of his mind, a question he wanted to ask, but was unsure how it might be received . "Aladdin…" he said and met his companions eyes. "Where…I mean…what are you going to do…"

"You mean IF we manage escape." Aladdin said mournfully. "I was a street rat before everything else happened Mozenrath. I guess I'll go back to Agrabah…"

"What evers left of it." Mozenrath winced. That even sounded cruel to his own ears.

Aladdin gave him a harsh look. "Pay me respects…" he said forcefully. "And try to make it alone." He said smoothly.

"That's it? No thoughts of revenge or even justice?" Mozenrath said, shocked. "No attempts to salvage a kingdom, your kingdom?"

"Well like you said what the fucks left to salvage!" He snapped back at the necromancer and raised up from the tub, grabbing a towel from a table and walking back into the canopy room. He closed the curtains, shadowing the room and making it difficult for anyone to see in. A few moments later a sliver of light entered, and he knew Mozenrath had come back. A weight fell on the couch and a soft, silken hand grasped his arm.

"I'm sorry." Mozenrath said gently. "I'm…not good at things like this."

"Naw…I didn't notice." Aladdin snapped angrily. "Geeez Moze…" he said and turned to look at the sorcerer. "I'm not asking for sympathy. Coming from you I don't expect it. But a little friggin understanding…what.."

The young man reached up and wiped a tear off the street rats eyes, his finger caressing down his cheek. Aladdin suddenly realized his heart was beating faster, his breath seemed to have left him suddenly as Mozenrath leaned forward and put his silky black curls against Aladdin's chest.

"Moze…I…"

"You've been kind and I'm being an ass." Mozenrath said blatantly. "I…I'm as frustrated as you are Aladdin."

"Frustrated…how?" Aladdin asked, fully aware that they couldn't be seen behind the curtains. He took his fingers and brushed a stray lock of hair from between Mozenrath's eyes, taking his time to let the pads of his fingers trail. Mozenrath felt his lips turn up slightly, almost smiling at the light tickling sensation.

Mozenrath blushed brightly and felt his body shake responsively. "Aladdin…" he said and kissed the tips of the mans hand. "We're adults Aladdin. We're men…and we've been ruthlessly trained to…expect…certain things on a regular basis." He put a firm hand on Aladdin's thighs. "Now…you and I…we have to accept what our master wants from us…" he could feel his pelvis strengthening. "But…well…there is no reason we can't have what we want for ourselves."

The former hero of Agrabah was seized by a sudden compulsion. He was tired of being the used slave! He was sick of being ordered and bent and made to submit. When he took hold of Mozenrath's shoulders and slammed him full force into the couch, it was as if the sorcerer knew it was coming. As if Mozenrath knew that all Aladdin's hatred and frustration at their situation was about to be taken out on him. And he opened. He opened his legs on either side of Aladdin's strong hips and invited the gritty sensation into him.

Aladdin's cock rose in a proud arch against Mozenrath's pelvis. He pushed his weight against the sorcerer, making him sink into the sheets. He bent his mouth to Mozenrath and kissed him possessively, grabbing hold of his lips with strong white teeth and chewing. Mozenrath offered no refusal, he clawed down Aladdin's back and wordlessly invited him in. As much as Aladdin wanted some control, Mozenrath wanted rebellion. They could satisfy one another in more way than one.

It was lucky though, that Mozenrath was willing to be on bottom. Aladdin could not have taken the wizard into him so quickly. He was still…new. Inexperienced for the rough, tawdry needs rising here. Mozenrath looked up to him and made only one request. "Lotion…Aladdin please…quickly…!" he begged and his hand flailed about for a bottle.

Aladdin raised his torso just enough to seek out something to rub against their bodies and make this easier. He grasped a bottle and poured it between their thighs, letting their pushed flesh spread it all over. "Moze…Mozenrath…oh…" He gripped hard against the hips and rubbed his length up and down them, just barely holding back his attacking need. "Mozenrath…do you…do you need this as badly as I do?"

Mozenrath had no words to answer, only physicality. He turned over on his stomach, raising his hips and presenting. He did not wait for Aladdin to understand but thrust upward, using the slickness of his opened tunnel to ram the head of Aladdin's manhood in. Perhaps not the wisest move. He felt his hips protest angrily, seizing up in pain at the infiltration. But Mozenrath was beyond that now. He could take it. He knew how. And they both needed this release bad enough.

Besides…Aladdin wasn't about to give him a choice.

Aggressive testosterone flooded the street rats senses and he would have howled. He dug his finger nails into Mozenrath's hips and slammed in up to the hilt, banging into the pale pink ring again and again. Mozenrath buried his face into the pillows and let his screams fly, his body ripping with white hot ecstasy over and over again. This was going to be terrible when it ended. His ferocity for Aladdin's penetration had made him forgo the necessity of stretching himself first. Oh this would be terrible when it ended. But for now…

For now he was beyond all pain. He grabbed the arm rest and slammed back, pushing Aladdin in as hard as he possibly could. All for the sake of sensation, motion, action in his blood stream! The swollen rod filled his body deliciously. Mozenrath craved it with a starved hunger and roared internally to be given when he most needed.

Aladdin too ignored all gentleness now. The slick lotion rubbed between them, he gave no quarter to the sorcerer. This was not really about the sex, though the wild, warm gripping of Mozenrath's tight anal entry was pure triumph. This was about control for the both of them. The two men were providing stress relief before emotions boiled over and someone did something stupid. Aladdin mounted Mozenrath like a wild stallion on a mare and took him completely. He relished the desperate, strained gasps every thrust took from Mozenrath's body and did not ignore the hard cock rising between Mozenrath's pale thighs.

The bells on their nipples chimed in perfect rhythm.

Osisi was not blind. He did not get to his position by allowing himself to be stupid and play ignorance at others games. He could hear the wild passion playing out in the canopy rooms and felt his blood boil with anger. "So Inashal has made new favorites and they can not even be grateful for it." He grit his teeth and turned to one of the other harem men. "You there…" the fellow, a blond thing with twenty some years on him looked up in fright. "You will be tending Inashal tonight. If he asks for his new guests tell him they are being prepped and will tend to him tomorrow." The blond nodded and hurried off to make himself ready.

Osisi smiled, chewing one long, sharp nail. "Sultans or not, I think it's time Aladdin and Mozenrath learned their place in this harem." He chuckled and went off to find his own devices.

Mozenrath felt the hard smack of Aladdin's healthy testicals against his own. He whined passionately. His ring was being firmly pummeled, the soreness from Inashal faded only made the filling by Aladdin more enthralling. "Harder…" he whispered and grabbed hold of Aladdin's hand, looking back at him from a charming angle. "Harder!" he begged.

Aladdin threw his hips into Mozenrath's, gritting his teeth as his cock twitched and stroked inside of the sorcerer. Every moan and wince and squeezing need Mozenrath gave him he responded to. He reached underneath the sorcerer and stroked along the man's rigid cock, making it in time with his own rhythm. Mozenrath wailed gratefully, bucking hard against both pressures. Aladdin's fingers played across his ridges joyously, making sure to pull just right and make the pleasure extend itself. He wound his palm around the hardened head, wanting to feel the rich state of orgasm and it would flood out.

And it did. They came together in beautiful sync, the hot rush of seed spilling on the sheets and inside of Mozenrath's body. He whimpered and squeeze tight, holding it inside of him, letting Aladdin know he would take it not only this time, but whenever it was needed. As the hero pulled out he let him watch while the white liquor began to slip down his exposed thighs, revealing the red, swollen entry.

"Mozenrath…" Aladdin said and leaned forward, sliding his tongue over the wrinkled texture of Mozenrath's rear and his own semen. He heard a feminine squeak from the sorcerer as he drank it down, tenderly relaxing the anal muscles. He slid his tongue in and out until every last drop of come was gone and Mozenrath sank to the couch, pleasantly tired.

"So is this how it will be?" Aladdin whispered, laying his head against Mozenrath's chest.

Mozenrath shook his head and stroked down Aladdin's face. "I don't know if the Citadel is still standing. It may very well be that it was destroyed along with Agrabah. But when we get out of here Aladdin…"

"When we get out." Aladdin hummed, feeling a little hope for the first time in weeks.

The curtains were suddenly pulled open and an angry face stared down at them. "Humph…get up whores!" Osisi said snappishly. "Master Inashal is having a party for his homecoming and insists on showing you two off." He grabbed hold of Mozenrath and wrenched him up, sneering at the scent of recent sex on him. "Get to the eunuchs and bathe now. Quickly." He ordered and sent them off to be washed and dressed for company.

"Oh aren't they just treasures!" said an enchanted noble woman as she watched the show and smiled as if looking at a particularly adorable pet. "Such skin and features. Oh surely you paid through the roof for him."

"Oh yes, Mozenrath here was certainly worth ever coin." Inashal said with a not of pride in his voice. He admired the pale sorcerer and the soft jade and silver beads wound in his hair. The man was decked all in the strong sea green gems and light catching metal. He wore a belt of silver buckles, attached to it were layers of green and gray silk, shimmering as he showed off for the guests. Inashal was proud to discover, that given the right music and prompting, Mozenrath was an accomplished dancer. His long, lithe body wound and twirled with all the grace of a true performer. His thoughtful stormy eyes closed and firm lips pushed in emotive positions. His hips gyrated as if in the midst of love making, his stomach undulated as his arms kept in time with the beat. His new slave, though not his first choice, was doing his master proud tonight.

"And of course…" said an eager high ranking merchant to his right. "To be owner of the world renowned Aladdin of Agrabah. Such a feather in your cap." He notced the gold and amber bedecked youth at Inashal's side. "Tell me Lord Inashal, does Aladdin possesses any talents you may showcase for us?"

Aladdin turned red and Inashal smiled in a placating fashion. "None that would be appropriate for such company I'm afraid." He laid a hand on Aladdin's back and stroked him gently. "Though I fully intend to have him trained in arts suitable for one of my slaves, for now Aladdin is showing me exactly how…thorough his education has been thus far."

"And I trust them you have found the young man pleasing?" the merchant grinned knowingly and leered at Aladdin like a hungry wolf.

"Such talk…" Inashal's smile curved down a little. "…makes for a sour meal." He said and pulled Aladdin a little closer to him. As the merchant nodded and turned back to another guest, Inashal whispered just for the hero's ears. "That is Bamah, the spice trader. Do not let him catch either yourself of Mozenrath alone, for his tastes in bed play are…considerably cruel."

Aladdin risked words. "Surely master, no one would seek to take what is yours." He said softly and laid his head on Inashal's thigh in a frightened fashion. Another of Colane's firmly driven lessons. Lets your masters know that you need them. Depend on them. That you fear the world without them. It will make you endearing.

"No. He would not take you directly. But Bamah has come connections in the sea farers business. He would use them to shunt you and Mozenrath away from me and sell you to men as nasty as he." Inashal lifted Aladdin's chin and kissed him swiftly. "I would not see either of you fall into harms way." He said and let Aladdin sink back down with a surprised look on his face.

Mozenrath finished his dance with an artistic collapse on the ground, his figure drawn out on the tiles. His audience clapped appreciatively and the sorcerer moved back to Inashal's side as the servants came round with more plates of food. Apparently, Inashal did not keep much female staff in his house, for most of those carrying plates were young men about in their prime. Each one a handsome fellow who seemed to look at their master as though the sun would not rise without him.

Only one did not seem to be commanded by love for Inashal. A curvy young lad with deep brown eyes. Eyes Aladdin couldn't help but look at as he came closer around the circle, bowing and filling cups with rich wine.

"Slave boy!" Inashal said and gestured to the young servant. "Come and fill my new treasures glass, their having a busy night." He said and let Mozenrath and Aladdin lift their cups to be filled. Inashal turned to have a conversation with the noble woman just as Aladdin locked eyes with brown eyes.

Jasmine!

Oh there was no mistaking those smart, canny, loving eyes as they looked back at him from under a covering headdress. Aladdin did not dare speak her name aloud but it was obvious Mozenrath had recognized her too. They both took a cup full of rich red wine as the princess of Agrabah bent closed and whispered in a voice like wind.

"Do not drain your cup." And that was it. No more. She turned to the next guest who needed more drink and acted as though her only duty was to pour for Inashal's guests.

Aladdin and Mozenrath moved carefully through the rest of the night, sipping only a little from time to time. Their tongues feeling out through the liquid for something. It was Aladdin who found the small strap of parchment and managed to hide it under his tongue. He only prayed that the message would not be ruined.

The party seemed to last for hours. Well on until midnight and past. Several more times the servers were called out, and yet Aladdin could not find her face again. He waited until both he and Mozenrath had been lead back to their chambers and behind the concealing curtain of the canopy walls.

"Well?" Mozenrath whispered in soft tone as soon as they knew the others to be asleep. "What does it say?" His voice was filled with hope, perhaps they might manage an escape sooner than they thought.

Aladdin took out the small folded paper and was surprised to find it in good condition. The message was short, but positive.

Northwest wall.

Four days.

Midnight.

Love.

"No name. She's smart." Mozenrath said in admiration. "If they found our your princess is still alive it would mean certain trouble." He took the not and put it to a candle flame, letting it flare and burn quickly. "Four nights." He sighed and sunk down to the bed. "I suppose you'll be glad to be free."

Aladdin looked at Mozenrath in shock. "Your coming with me." He said firmly, brooking no resistance.

The young wizard arched an eye brow. "Oh sure. And Jasmine will just let me hop aboard your carpet or whatever I'm sure."

Aladdin took a hold of Mozenrath's hands, gripping the fingers in his own and looking the man right in the eyes. "Moze. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have survive this long. I owe you for that. An…well…for teaching me. You taught me far more than Colane ever did." He said spitefully and drew Mozenrath close. "Besides…I was hoping…" he hesitated, not knowing how the wizard might respond. "Hoping…."

"You preformed excellently tonight." Inashal said as he opened the curtains and entered the canopy. He smiled as he saw his slaves closeness. It was truly a joy to him to see how well they got along. "Are you enjoying your new surroundings?" he gestured to the opulence of the room as Aladdin and Mozenrath whispered yes submissively. Inashal lay between them, allowing both men a place on either side of them. "Good good." He said and stroked their hair, letting his slaves kiss up and down his neck and shoulders. He liked affection. Soft, sweet kisses, the gentle lap of a tongue against his skin. He liked to look down at lovely, large eyes staring up at him innocently.

Inashal lifted Mozenrath and Aladdin's head and brought their lips together on each other. He wound his hands in their hair and made the two men kiss slowly, watching as their lips and tongue melded into one another. Aladdin shivered, gripping the sheets as Mozenrath nibbled his lower lip sensually. The young necromancer gasped when Aladdin's mouth found the nape of his neck and tickled the nerves. He twitched lightly, his skin shaking as the warm air traveled across the room. Inashal hummed and flicked their nipple rings, listening to the soft jingle of the bells. "My sweet treasures." He said and kissed them both in turn, warming their cheeks with his tongue. "Are you well here? Have you made any friends?" he inquired, honestly wanting to make sure they were comfortable.

"We've met Osisi." Aladdin said. Apparently he could not keep the edge of sarcasm out of his voice. Inashal smiled but arched his brow in skepticism.

"Osisi has been here a while. He was my first gift when my father the emperor gave me dominion over this territory. Now be aware my pets. Osisi is master when I am not here. Obey him if for no other reason than to save yourself strife." He warned. "Do not let his…nature…trouble you." Inashal advised and dipped his fingers in lotion, sliding a digit into the tight entrances of Aladdin and Mozenrath. He balanced the two men in the crook of his arm, leaning them into his strong chest. "Remember that you are my favorites. You may have anything you wish. Only ask me."

Aladdin whined as his ass was pushed into. He was no longer aching from the breaking of his virginity, his body had screamed in agony and ecstasy and now responded with the knowledge that joy was possible. He splayed his fingers out across Inashal's pectorals, feeling as his master pushed his fingers in wide circles around the tight space.

"Well now…" Inashal said smoothly as he felt inside Mozenrath's body. "Seems you've been enjoying your off time." Mozenrath gulped but Inashal took it in good humor. He brought Mozenrath down for a long, languid kiss and buried a second finger in the entry. Mozenrath felt his breath catch and raised his rump towards the sensation. "I have never had so unusual a pair as you two. Both so capable of pleasure…bodies as responsive as if you had just been taken yesterday. It's truly a joy to play together."

"We are glad…nhhhhhhhh" Mozenrath let the noise push through and tried again. "We are glad to please you so master Inashal." He was rewarded with a hearty slap on the thigh and pleased caress of his cheek.

Aladdin took up from there. He kissed Inashal's abdomen, waning his soft lips down to his masters fabric covered thighs. "What would you take from us tonight master?" he said in a breathy voice. The game of being a slave was as much about seduction as anything else. Even now, with the knowledge of Jasmine coming to rescue them in four days. In fact because of that knowledge, keeping up their appearance of pleasure mates was all the more essential.

Inashal gave a low, deep growl in his throat. "I would see you put those wet mouths to good use." He said and revealed his heavy cock. Even unerect it was an impressive structure. Both men felt their bodies quiver in memory of their shared penetration. From the bedside table he brought out cuffs made of silk robe and gave the two a sultry look. "Come here Aladdin." He said and pulled Aladdin's hands behind his back, binding him at the wrists and elbows so that his arms were artfully crossed behind him. He then took another set and bound his ankles and knees together, keeping the man in a charming submissive kneel on the floor. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. It was not mocking. Inashal might tease, but he would never crudely mock. He did not need these ropes to hold his slaves but it was none the less very stimulating to see the swarthy young man bound and at his mercy.

Aladdin shook his head in a yes, a freezing chill going up and down his muscles. He visibly shook and Inashal caress his hair. "Don't be afraid Aladdin. We have many games to play tonight. I am sorry that your training with Colane was little more than crude lessons in being a cum bucket for others." He brought Mozenrath over and knelt him to Aladdin, instructing him to lay back on the floor. "But I can promise…I am a much more refined teacher in these arts. And now that you are home, I have the time and equipment to teach you properly."

"Now." He said and came in behind Mozenrath, kissing the pale man's neck. "As I remember, you are quite…" he grinned at this. "Flexible." He spread Mozenrath's legs as far as they would go, massaging the long sinewy muscles till they softened in his hands and Mozenrath groaned expressively. He brought forth more rope cuffs and bound Mozenrath's hands behind his head. "Are you ready?" he asked. Mozenrath's eyes grew wide and he made a long kneeing sound as his limber legs were lifted behind his head and bound to his wrists in a pretzel like shape. "There…quite beautiful." Inashal said and stood back, admiring his handy-work. "Is it too straining?" Mozenrath whimpered a little, but was surprised to find it easy to settle into. The only real discomfort was looking up to find Aladdin's eyes watching him in a longing, heavy lidded way. The way he had looked when Mozenrath had bent to him earlier and given his body over.

"Aladdin…wet him for me." Inashal ordered and helped the street rat bend to Mozenrath's pink star. Aladdin could not find it in himself to hesitate. His tongue came out and flicked across the little wrinkled entry, wriggling across it until Mozenrath began to whimper. "There. What a lovely sound to hear." Their master pushed Aladdin in closer, until his lips were pressed to Mozenrath's ass and his tongue pushed inside the tight hole. Aladdin closed his eyes and expanded his tongue as wide as he could, licking Mozenrath's insides and bobbing his head back and forth to open it.

There was no use holding back. Inashal liked to see his toys in pleasure. It excited him. He ran his fingers around Mozenrath's plush lips as the sorcerer let his voice cry out. "NHHHHAH! Yaaaaaaaaa! Oh….nuuuuuuuuugh!" Mozenrath thrashed his head from side to side as Aladdin steadily fucked his body with his slippery pink appendage. He closed his eyes and his bottom lip trembled as Inashal brushed his long ebony locks back.

Aladdin left the tightness wet and warm and moved his mouth up to the quickly growing manhood of the sorcerer. He took the strong testicals into his mouth first, swirling them around across his cheeks and lips. The solid feeling made his chest strain as he moaned, his own manhood aroused by the sight of another man in pleasure. His eyes closed and he moved up to the head, slowly working his way down inch by inch. Inashal helped by keeping his body steady, offering encouragement through kind words and kisses.

"Yes…yes Aladdin. Take him down as you took me." Aladdin's eyes opened and he whined, begging his master to help him. Inashal nodded and took a firm, unrelenting hold on top of Aladdin's head and began to push him down. Mozenrath was not as large as his master, but his length was still above average. Tall and proud, the young wizards cock reached nearly to his navel. Mozenrath let out a long moan as Aladdin's throat opened and allowed him in. The hero's breath became heavier as he switched to his nose to breath. Mozenrath was not as thick, but he was long. The man's member pushed past his uvula and into his neck, filling him mouth till his nose touched Mozenrath's pelvis. Inashal let him come and the way up to the head, holding the sorcerer's cock and running it around Aladdin's open lips, and then pushed his all the way down again, faster this time. As the cock pushed into his throat again, Aladdin began to push himself up and down, enjoying the sensation of being controlled.

"Aladdin! Oh Aladdin gods…aahhhhhhhhhhhhhy!" Mozenrath threw his head back and yelled loudly, coming into Aladdin's mouth so hard he felt his body seize up. His sweet orgasm spilled into Aladdin' filling his lips and coating his tongue as he swallowed it down. Mozenrath let out a sign of relief and sank back into his twisted position, his cheeks red with strain.

"Perfect." Inashal congratulated and untied the men before their bodies could protest. Ropes and bonds were fun and all, but if he wanted the night to progress he would have to give them mobility. Mozenrath's limbs were let loose and he splayed out of the carpet, making a hard groan as he stretched. Aladdin was released as well and made to sink into Inashal's chest, covered with soft kisses. "Did he taste good Aladdin?" Inashal asked and Aladdin nodded, his mouth still tasting of seed. His master smiled and lay Aladdin on the couch, bending him to the sheets. "Mozenrath…" Inashal lifted the sorcerer and brought him over. "Wouldn't you like to thank Aladdin for pleasing you?"

"Yes master." Mozenrath whispered and ran his fingernails down the younger man's body. Inashal spread Aladdin's legs wide and invited Mozenrath to the tight anal cavity.

"Thank him then Mozenrath" Inashal prompted and began to massage Aladdin's entry open. His talented fingers worked their way through, probing and teasing the area till it began to dilate. Mozenrath lick his lips, but hesitated. His master only smiled as Aladdin quivered. "Come now. I know he's tasted you." Inashal wet his fingers with his tongue and probed Aladdin's hot body, sliding two fingers in and out with graceful ease. "I want to watch as you take him Mozenrath."

Aladdin gave a deep breath as Mozenrath settled between his thighs, their master leading his cock to the entry and running it around the squeezed rim. "Oh….oh…" Aladdin burned red across his cheeks and gently reached out for Mozenrath's shoulders. Allah! I was so rough with him earlier! I can't take it like that. I'm still new! Oh Mozenrath be careful!

And he was. Together with Inashal, their fingers teased Aladdin, slowly working in and out of the raw, needing entry. They pulled and stretched him with decisive intricacy, and as Aladdin's body opened, Inashal slipped his other hand to Mozenrath's buttock and pushed him closer. "Now Mozenrath! Fill his body. Take him!"

Mozenrath whimpered, his ass still aching from earlier in the day. He bit his lip and began to work the length of his cock into Aladdin's body. The warm hips were unwilling, though Aladdin's face pleaded for release. Mozenrath took a firm hold and began to rock back and forth on the bed, letting the strong muscles give and take naturally. Aladdin grabbed hold of his hips and moaned, prompting the man in further as the pulse of sexual need pushed through them.

"NAAAAHGH!" Mozenrath called as his cock moved pass the sphincter and into the tunnel, coating him in heat and clenching around his manhood. Aladdin's face strained painfully and he bit down, but Inashal lay a hand against the street rats rigid need and began to stroke it in time. Be bent down, making sure Aladdin was watching as his own master flicked the head across his mouth.

"Mozenrath…" Inashal said as he nibbled the underside lightly. "Slide in further."

"Master…please…I don't want to hurt him." Mozenrath asked as he was worked in deeper by the minuet. He groaned in pleasure. Damn but Aladdin was tight! His body was perfect for such a delicious fuck! Mozenrath began to buck almost against his will, pushing, probing, seeking the hidden pleasure that would make Aladdin scream with him.

Aladdin writhed beneath Mozenrath's body, the bizarre combination of pain and pleasure swarming over him. He was a little pulled, but the strength of Mozenrath inside of him was enough to make that obsolete. Though he had never seen the sorcerer atop another before, he was very aware of the man's talent. Mozenrath's fingers played along his body, finding pressure points to make him loosen as his cock went further in. Inashal was by no means an amateur. His mouth took Aladdin in with sweet, long strides. Aladdin was shorter than either man playing with him, but his thickness was to be envied. It fit his stocky, healthy frame entirely.

Inashal wrapped the young man's balls in his mouth, humming as he ticked them with his tongue. Aladdin groaned and stretched along the sheets. Mozenrath's length found his prostate. Aladdin whined in ecstasy. "Beautiful." Inashal said and left Aladdin's wet erection. He stood behind Mozenrath and pushed the man atop Aladdin, watching and they writhed in one another's arms. He helped guide Mozenrath's cock deep into the tight hole, making sure they both wailed in joy.

"Do you like this my pets?" he asked and both men screeched their joy. Mozenrath's mouth found Aladdin's and they seemed to become enveloped in one another, ignoring Inashal entirely. Now, their master was a generous man, but he was still their master.

Mozenrath panicked as he felt Inashal mouth him from behind. "M-m-master!" he whimpered and felt the mass of his lords organ at the press of his entry. "Inashal…. yyyyyynaaa." he groaned.

"Yes my slave? My Mozenrath." Inashal said and began to penetrate the sorcerer. His huge head worked it's way back and forth, slowly grinding in to the firm, lush hips. He could feel the wizard's insides protesting at his entry, yet opening, succumbing to his rod.

Mozenrath fell against Aladdin, his cock slamming in up to the rim. Aladdin shrieked and bucked into it, the weight of Mozenrath and Inashal baring down on him to near suffocating potential. Their master smiled gently and pulled back a little, looking down to Aladdin. "Aladdin…open his ass for me." He watched enticed as Mozenrath whimpered in rapture, Aladdin laying a hand on each cheek and parting them so that the tightness could be seen devouring the hard cock. "Yes. Wider." He prompted and Aladdin tossed his head back to look Mozenrath in the eyes. On his finger tips Aladdin could feel wetness running down the man's cheeks.

"There we are." Inashal found the right position and began to pump in and out of the reddened rim, filling it to the brim, pushing so deep it was also too far, only to come nearly all the way out and tease the outside with his head. Mozenrath let out a call of desperation as the shaft was slid between his crevasse and popped back in, spreading him further.

"Inaaaaaaaaaaashal….!" Mozenrath called both names, his body being used from both sides. Aladdin's anal need was as demanding as Inashal's rigid manhood. The hero took him in deep, feeling the beautiful pressure pound into him wantonly. Inashal pounded him relentlessly, sapping all the strength from his limbs and landing the both of them on the couch.

How lovely they looked, how sweet to see their incredible desire soaking the room with lust. Inashal felt his cock push in deeper, the tender texture of Mozenrath's body accommodating him with practiced ease as the wizards cock twitched inside Aladdin. Oh they were fine play mates. He would have to remember to give them a welcoming gift. Perhaps some silks or a little pet to entertain them. Inashal watched Aladdin and Mozenrath latch onto one another's lips without prompting. He made himself a promise then and there to never separate the two slaves. Never to sell them to opposite buyers. Never to take one where the other might not go. Perhaps they didn't and never would realize it, but there was something special between these two. They needed one another in ways beyond the clear sexual.

"Mozenrath!" Aladdin roared as his cock was rubbed by the pale man's abdomen. He was close. He could feel the blood swelling with incredible strength to his manhood, making his thighs tighten with incredible desire. "Moze! I'm close!"

He could tell. Aladdin's insides were squeezed so tight he could barely move, Mozenrath felt his cock swell with pressure, ready to burst. Inashal hummed in satisfaction, taking Mozenrath by the shoulders and whispering in his ear. "Come inside him. Explode within his tunnel Mozenrath. Fill him to the brim." Inashal reached around and pulled Aladdin's ass apart, watching as the street rat let out a scream and Mozenrath's pace quickened. He helped, giving rough, lusty thrusts to promote the sensation.

Aladdin felt himself stop…then erupt. He clutched onto Mozenrath, burying his face in the soft nape of his lovers neck. His body gave over completely to the desire and he came over Mozenrath's stomach and chest. At almost the same moment he felt the sorcerer release inside of him, his body filling to the brim with rich, white seed. He bit his lip and gave Mozenrath a look of pleading. Nuuuuugh!

Inashal let the exhausted Aladdin fall to the bed, pulling Mozenrath back and kissing the man's ears. "Excellent. It was a lucky day when I purchased you two from Colane. Such a prize is beyond measure."

Mozenrath wailed as his own weight sunk him back against Inashal's large manhood. "I…I am…aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" he couldn't speak! It was wonderful the way his own needs betrayed him. Mozenrath took a steadying breath and tried again. "I am glad to know we please you!" he spat out, unable to make his voice sound sarcastic.

Inashal answered with his own roar of sweet joy. "You do. The both of you." He promised and pulled Mozenrath back to him, letting Aladdin watch as he enjoyed the sorcerers body. "You are beyond anything I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing." He drew Aladdin up and kissed him as his cock traveled in and out Mozenrath's body. "I treasure the both of you."

"We are happy to be your treasures." Aladdin whispered breathlessly and kissed Inashal's neck.

Inashal rammed himself entirely inside Mozenrath, relishing the moisture and tightness before letting himself empty into the man. He groaned as he pulled out, his maleness dripping down Mozenrath's legs. He held them both close as he sank down to the couch, tenderly stroking his pets as if they were more precious to him than blood. He whispered softly, almost too low for either to hear. "Do not leave me…ever. I will hold you both more tightly than I have ever held any slave. I will give you whatever you require. But do not leave me." Inashal made the two men look at him. "Do you promise?" he asked, a moment of vulnerability slipping through the confident air.

They answered in unison. "We promise master."