Captured VI

O-Original Characters

S-Series Characters

B-Bondage

D-Domination

TE-Teasing

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

MO-Multiple Orgasms

OR-Oral

DIA-Dialogue

GRP-Group Sex

HUM-Humiliation

"Aladdin…" Inashal said as Mozenrath danced for his master, his light feet moving swiftly across the carpets in their master's private chamber. Aladdin came closer, submissively down on all fours as Inashal wound his fingers through the dark young man's hair, allowing him to plant kisses along his strong thighs. Watching the pale sorcerer dance always excited Inashal, the sight of those strong, lean hips and firm buttocks twirling made his man hood so engorged that Aladdin knew he would be left to tend to it.

Aladdin gasped as Inashal turned him down on his hands and knees, the massive organ thick and ready for the sweet comfort of the street rats open thighs. They had been here nearly four days now and Inashal had brought both men to bed at all hours of the day and night till they had no choice but to fall unconscious. Even when his own need was desperate, Inashal would not forgo either man's pleasure. Aladdin felt the enlarged head press to his ass, the sphincter loosening by practice to receive it's tamer. Soft, cool lotion was spread across the wrinkled tightness and Inashal's long member and Aladdin bit the pillows as it began to press in.

"Master! Inashal!" Aladdin wailed as he was being filled, his body better experienced now to take his master in any time of day or night. Yes, he was loosened back there. Probably to the point of never being tight again. But that readiness did not quell Inashal's infatuation with him. All other members of the harem went unused because of Aladdin and Mozenrath. The mismatched pair that had the master Inashal completely captivated.

It didn't even matter if he was the one inside of them. Inashal didn't care. He would spend hours watching Mozenrath and Aladdin spend their bodies on one another, watching them writhe and scream and orgasm again and again at his order. Ropes, leashes, toys and food, chains and spanking, and baths. Inashal gave Aladdin and Mozenrath his all, every fetish and odd game he could think of to play. He liked to play with resistance, having Mozenrath and Aladdin wrestle against his attention and play at innocence. It was all a game, but when he inevitably found conquest the two men were subjected to deep, long thrusts so far inside they limped for the next few hours.

Inashal piled them with gifts to display them as favorites. Their own quarters with eunuchs and slaves to see to their needs. Earrings and fine silk, the most exotic and flavorful foods. A menagerie with lovely animals like peacocks and miniature horses and hounds to entertain the two while their master was busy.

But this special treatment was earning them enemies. Osisi for one, was giving both men dirty looks every time he crossed their paths. If it wasn't for Inashal keeping them in his bed every night, Mozenrath felt sure that the aging man would find some way to harm them.

They were only too glad to be leaving soon.

There had been no sign of Jasmine for three nights. Aladdin had been sure to burn the original note in the incense burner before anyone could see it. All they knew was tonight at midnight, this would all be over and they could return home.

Even with that knowledge, Aladdin couldn't help but feel his cock harden as Inashal spread him wide and bucked in again and again. The thick ridge on the under side of his cock stroked Aladdin's prostate. Making it swell for the rush of orgasm. He had never been less than kind to them. Oh yes he demanded obedience, he demanded submission and the willingness to endure his playful bedroom tricks. But in return Inashal never said an unkind word or brought them unessicary pain. Even now his hands found Aladdin's thick cock and pumped it eagerly, making him enjoy the pressure on both ends.

Mozenrath swayed on his hips and watched as Aladdin was fucked hard on the couch. His own shaft became hard under the gossamer skirts. He couldn't help that. The sight of Aladdin's body being stretched, the man's handsome cheeks burning red with joy and embarrassment. They caught one another's eyes and blushed. Mozenrath felt his body burn with longing as Aladdin's tight ring was pulled open, Inashal's testicals smacking against the hero's thighs. Aladdin let a long, strangled moan fill the air and Mozenrath gasped, feeling his thighs shake in need.

Inashal buried himself in up to the hilt and roared with release, Aladdin screeching into the fabric as his master cum erupted inside of him. Waves of heat soared in his body. His face strained as Inashal pulled out, feeling his tunnel go empty as he sank down. Inashal stroked his long organ and hummed in pleasure, relaxing back against the pillows. But just because he had satisfied his need, didn't mean they could stop. Aladdin raised his hand toward Mozenrath and caught his wrist, bringing the paler man down to the couch.

Their master moaned as Aladdin began to lick behind Mozenrath's ear and stroke his cock under the skirts. Mozenrath felt his skin shiver under the touch and spread his legs, using his own finger to tease his opening for both men. "Do you want him to fuck me master Inashal?" Mozenrath asked shyly, putting a finger on his lips innocently as Aladdin began to rub his cock along the opening. Inashal sighed longingly and nodded, grasping a cup of wine and splashing it against their skin so that the red juice would slip between them.

"Open for me Moze." Aladdin whispered in the sorcerers ear and spread his hips wide, exposing the puckered pink star. Mozenrath felt his gut squeeze I anticipation and spread himself wide, bouncing lightly to rub the tip of Aladdin's cock against his ass. Aladdin rubbed his fingers over the ring and smiled up at Inashal. "Master, he's far too dry, will you help us please?"

The smile on Inashal's face was one of hunger and lust. He rubbed his hands strongly against Mozenrath's thighs and kissed down his pelvis, his lips tenderly stroking the firm cock and moving down to his pink hole. His tongue swiped across the diameter, probing and teasing, as Mozenrath whimpered joyfully. The pink appendage probed inside, warming and wetting the delicate muscles and assisting Aladdin's manhood as it began to play along the rim. Inashal spread Mozenrath's delicate thighs wide and touched Aladdin's member to the rim. "Fuck him for me Aladdin." he said and helped the head past the tightened entry. "Nice and hard…"

Mozenrath whimpered as he felt the impressive girth begin to squeeze inside, filling up his little tunnel. Aladdin's thighs lifted off the couch as he began to pump steadily in, spreading the cheeks and parting the walls of Mozenrath's insides. Mozenrath leaned back against him, rubbing up and down and bringing the younger man's cock deep inside of him. Hard hand hard they worked, until Mozenrath could feel his cheeks being to redden with the force of the impact.

And all the while, Inashal watched.

They were leaving tonight. With any luck this would be the last time they were forced to perform for their master.

Aladdin groaned and began to bite along Mozenrath's shoulders as he pushed harder and harder. Mozenrath was now being bounced up and down along his rigid need, the thinner man's mouth opened as he screamed wordlessly. His own cock was throbbing impulsively, twitching deep inside of the sorcerer. His thoughts went blank, his own rear end still opened wide from Inashal's body atop him. Aladdin was humiliated to admit that it still felt good. While he disappeared behind the soft gossamer curtains, his body buried under Inashal or in Mozenrath, everything else faded away. He could pretend that he was not miles from home with only one chance at escape. He could pretend he was not a slave in a harem, his body the possession of a man who could play him like a sitar.

He could pretend he wasn't in love with the man who had saved his life.

A blush, more fierce than any sexual act could produce, conquered Aladdin's face. He buried his face in Mozenrath's back, breathing in his noises of joy as his cock took the sorcerer up to the hilt. Inashal bent close to them, his body baring down on the two men as his own strong manhood pushed into Aladdin once more, spreading his cheeks as they rubbed together. The younger man's handsome face contorted as he took it in and gasped, shaking with ecstasy.

It was hours before they stopped.

Inashal lay back against the pillows, his face peaceful if tired. Aladdin and Mozenrath were wrapped on either side of him, entangled in his arms, their bodies sore and soaked with pleasure. And yet they moved. Mozenrath opened his eyes, a slim pierce of moon light shining on his face as he looked at their sleeping Master. He reached out and caressed his face lightly, touching the man's cheek. "Aladdin…"

"Is he out?" the hero responded and gave a sigh of relief at the yes. "Thank Allah, I thought he'd never stop." Aladdin groaned as he sat up and rubbed his backside. "I gave him enough sleeping draught to knock out a tiger."

Mozenrath untangled himself and grabbed for clothing, tossing some to his companion. "We'll need to hurry. It's almost midnight and we have to get across the palace."

They dressed quickly and took nothing but their harem cloths. It would be humiliating to appear in front of Jasmine dressed like the pleasure slaves they'd become, but there was little choice. They avoided the guards and made their way quickly as possible to the meeting place, just as the moon found it's zenith. Jasmine was up at the top of the wall, waiting for them…

…or at least for one of them.

The princesses lovely brown eyes glared down at Mozenrath. "What is he doing here?" she said in a hushed tone.

Aladdin looked from one love to the next. "We're taking him with us Jasmine. We have to."

"Aladdin are you mad? We don't have time for this. Father's boat leaves in an hour and…"

"Jasmine if it wasn't for Mozenrath I would never have survived!" he protested and reached out for Mozenrath's hand. "he's the whole reason I'm standing here right now."

"Aladdin…" Mozenrath began as the sound of footsteps neared.

"Exactly my point." Jasmine said, her teeth bared down at the sorcerer.

"Then why are you…wait…what do you mean?" Aladdin back tracked, recognizing the change in tone. "What do you mean by that jasmine?" he said and took her by the shoulder.

She almost seemed to regret it the moment she said it. Her face turned to the young wizard in the silky fabrics. "You didn't tell him?" she moved past Aladdin and confronted Mozenrath. "He doesn't know?"

Mozenrath faced her, his cheeks burning like wildfire. "T-there. There wasn't a point in it. We we're both in the same situation."

Aladdin had a look of dread on his face. "What's going on?" He took a firm, almost pain hold on Mozenrath. "What aren't you saying?"

Mozenrath could hear the footsteps growing nearer. They had to go. Now!" Please…" he spoke not to Aladdin but implored Jasmine. "Just…let me come with you. I swear I'll tell him the truth."

"Damn you Mozenrath…" Aladdin said a little louder than he should. "This is all your fault somehow…isn't it?"

Mozenrath closed his eyes in shame and opened to answer…

"Escape! Escape! The masters favorites are escaping!"

All three turned, though only two recognized the figure and face of Osisi, standing there with a torch and triumph. "Their running for it! Guards guards!"

The guards came for them with swords flashing as Jasmine jumped onto the magic carpet. "Aladdin…quickly!"

Aladdin ran for the carpet and turned, his hand twitching to reach out for Mozenrath. But it halted at the last moment. "What did you do?" he questioned, the escape transportation hovering in quickly increasing panic. They began to run along the wall, moving for take off. "Moze…just…tell me and I'll forgive you!" he shouted as one foot touched the woven threads. "Please…"

Mozenrath felt his hand grace Aladdin's palm for one second, and he flinched. He slowed his running just enough to allow a guard to grab his ankle and came crashing down to the grass courtyard, the image of Aladdin and Jasmine on their carpet sailing off into the night sky.

"Moze!"

He was chained at the wrists and elbows and dropped in front of his master. Inashal was sitting in his favorite chair, his head down, fingers pressed to his temple as his strong frame shook. He did not seem to respond as the guards came in but waited till they forced Mozenrath to his knees in front of him. Inashal turned his eyes to meet Mozenrath's. "Leave us." he said in a voice quiet as death.

Mozenrath stayed still, afraid to breath, afraid to move. His soft gray eyes stared up at Inashal, waiting for him to scream, rail, strike him down for his actions. And yet the man did none of this. Only sat for what seemed like hours, looking at his slave on the ground.

Finally, he raised his head, sitting his chin on the curve of his hand between the index and thumb. "I admit…" Inashal began. "I was less than eager to purchase you. You have a reputation that precedes you. A talent for trouble." He said and sat forward. "But when Aladdin asked me to buy you, I couldn't refuse. And you gave me no cause to regret that action." he looked at Mozenrath, his eyes clouded. "Until tonight."

Inashal stood up, his hands limp at his sides and approached the young, beautiful sorcerer. "Why?" He asked. "Why did you do this to me? The both of you?" He reached forward and in the first act of violence to his slave shook him hard until his brain rattled. "Why did you both betray me like this!" he roared, his voice like thunder in the empty room. "Why?"

Mozenrath gasped as Inashal gave him a moment to breath. "M-m-master." he whispered and Inashal let him go, letting the man fall to the ground. Inashal took a deep, steadying breath.

"Why?" he repeated and hung his head. "Did I ever treat you poorly? Was there something you needed? Something I did not give? Did I threaten or force either of you ever?" He searched Mozenrath's face for some sign of response.

The bound man tried to find the words to speak. He considered his words carefully. "Master…Inashal…try to understand. You know the stories, even as far as you are from the desert, when you took us, myself and Aladdin, you chose to cage two men who are used to their freedom."

"Freedom…" Inashal murmured.

"Yes. Aladdin is a street rat, and I am a sorcerer. I-I-I can't deny how you made me feel." Inashal turned to look at him and a thin ray of hope shone through. "My body, our bodies…" Mozenrath gave an almost involuntary shiver. It had felt spectacular. Inashal was undoubtedly a master of the sensual art.

"But I suppose that doesn't make up for it." Inashal said bitterly. "I would have given you anything, everything. All you needed to do was ask. You and Aladdin, I could have wed the both of you. I am a prince, and in my empire I could have allowed it."

"But for how long?" Mozenrath accused. "Osisi was your favorite not so many years ago, until you tired of him. And how many before him, and after?" Mozenrath made a disgusted face. "How long before Aladdin and I lost you interest and were left to rot in the harem?"

"Long than most." Inashal said quietly. "Who knows, I had never felt such affection towards my concubines. Such a drive, a desperate need for their closeness." He turned to Mozenrath and smiled a little sadly. "I think…perhaps…I am in love with the both of you."

The words to Mozenrath completely by surprise. It must have showed on his face for Inashal chuckled.

"Not that it matters, this unrequited love." He said. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should have let you both have the option of freedom." Inashal's face curved down, his eyes narrowing and his lips in a sorrowful look of displeasure. "But it's too late for that." he said and summoned the guards.

"Master…" Mozenrath whispered as he was seized.

"If you had only asked me…" Inashal muttered. "The traditions are against you Mozenrath. I have no choice. I can not be seen as weak." He sat back against the chair. "The slave concubine Mozenrath is to be sold as quickly as possible for whatever price is given." He gave once last, fleeting look at the young man's face, those lovely gray eyes that had whimpered and begged in ecstasy watching him intently. "Take him to the dungeons."

The manacles were attached to the wall and Mozenrath was left alone, to contemplate what may come next. He shivered. How was it that no matter how hot the climate, a dungeon was always freezing cold? The guards had no used him, which was a surprise. That was usually par the course for a debunked harem slave. But they did not even speak to him, only eyed the slave's beauty and chained him down, leaving him be till Inashal had made his decision.

Mozenrath heard the door clang shut and fell against the stone, curling his body into a fetal position. The floor was hard and grating against his soft, lotion skin. He bowed his head into his chest and let great, raking sobs take hold. Idiot. You stupid…stupid man! He grit his teeth and allowed himself these moments of weakness. Who knew what would come tomorrow. Inashal had ordered him sold. But who would be the first trader to purchase him?

We'll, you've only yourself to blame for this you know. It's your own fault. So go on and cry like the pathetic little thing you are. His own mind was ruthless against him. He would never have allowed himself this kind of emotional display in front of someone else. The closest he had come to such intense feeling was in the blinding vulnerability of sex.

But as much as it hurt to admit it, Mozenrath was well aware that he deserved what he would get. All of this was, in the most literal way possible, his fault.

He had known for some months about the empires desire to conquer the Seven Deserts. And though he admired their presumptiveness, as their goal was one in the same, he knew what stood in the armies path. Agrabah was a gateway to the desert kingdoms. And though the 'golden kingdoms' army of guards and large walls would be little problem, Mozenrath knew what would threaten the empire's advancement.

Aladdin.

And more than that. His own black sands and citadel was on the list of territories they desired. Mozenrath was powerful enough to hold them off for a few weeks, perhaps months, but undead mamlucks and sorcery would only work for so long. If the empire brought their full force against him he wouldn't stand a chance.

So he sought an audience with the nearest province Lord, a man with general stripes on his shoulder and an estate that spoke to his standing. A one Lord Colane Ansathlie. Mozenrath had done his research and knew that Colane had well paid friends in high places. A agreement with him was as good as a signed document with the emperor himself. So he styled himself as a wealthy Sultan and come prepared to offer truce. Mozenrath would provide insider information and his kingdom (as well as Agrabah) would be given to him as a newly designated providence lord of the empire.

And, to sweeten the deal, Aladdin would be given to him as a slave.

Everything had been going so well. Mozenrath had come to a private dinner and the two men had discovered their interests went beyond territory desires. And then…

He had fallen asleep in Colane's bedchambers and woken up in chains. Mozenrath was furious when he realized that he'd been stabbed in the back! But the indignity hadn't ended there. Colane had watched as guard after burly, erect guard pulled down his pants and rammed inside. Those slits of eyes, watching from a comfortable position in his chair as Mozenrath grit his teeth and held his tongue, forbidding noises of pain and agony to escape.

Colane had found it absolutely charming. And one night, after half a dozen men had spent themselves inside his tender, raw tunnel, Lord Colane had grabbed his chin and forced the sorcerer to meet his eyes. "I will break you." he promised and slid his own, lengthy cock into Mozenrath's body, fucking him steadily until he began to bleed.

He'd been left alone for a few days after that. His body needed time to heal before the training could continue. And then the worst possible thing that could have happened. They dropped Aladdin in with him. Then that humiliating display and escape attempt. Stripped down and lashed to a table so that he could be played with. Aladdin turned ass out to be inspected. The degradation of being cleaned internally and the cock bit pushed into his jaws. It was small comfort to know Aladdin was being put through the same trials as him.

And then it got worse. Colane brought Aladdin to him and forced to street rat to lick his tight sphincter. Pleasure had shot through his system for the first time in days. His thighs had trembled at Aladdin's wet, pink tongue as it probed his body. So naive, so unsure. Mozenrath knew Aladdin couldn't possibly understand how good that felt. He resisted from orgasm, even though his strained body longed for release.

Then the kindness Aladdin had shown him. The feeling of the darker man's long, muscular body pressed along his back, Aladdin's mouth scraping his cheek as he undid the restraints. It was unnerving to realize how delicious that felt. To realize that Aladdin's body atop him only made his blood roar with need. Forced sex with guards and Colane had not created pleasure, but it had physically stimulated his hormones. He' reacted with complete rejection and tossed Aladdin off of him.

Then, sympathy. Watching the youth strain to remove the toy inside of him, recognizing the look of confusion and need on his face, Mozenrath felt pity. That look was so familiar to him. He'd made a decision then and there. Do what he could. Give Aladdin some small chance of survival by teaching him to seem the role of a submissive sex slave.

They'd endured Colane's crude, rudimentary training during they day. Then at night, when he'd shut them in a cell with hay as bedding for the night, Mozenrath had taught him how to act.

"Head down, hair behind one ear." he said and displayed the posture. "Look up at your master from your eyelashes, as if you're afraid, but excited. Entice him with your innocence." Mozenrath bit his lips till they pinkened and let his mouth slid open gently, showing Aladdin how.

Aladdin had mimicked the action and Mozenrath felt something in his chest squeeze tight. Those large, brilliant brown eyes, staring up at him from under wavy thick black hair. He shivered and looked away. "Yes, like that." he breathed steadily. He had showed Aladdin other things a good bed mate needed to know. How to make his master orgasm, how to holds his own needs until their master was ready.

That part had been difficult. Aladdin was young, his body eager and ready for stimulation. He had problems holding back. Aladdin's manhood was magnificent as it came, straight and rigid as an oak tree, the red top quivering as sweet, hot orgasm exploded from the end. He would arch and moan loudly, his body shaking when he came and fall back to the hay.

But as lovely as it was, self control was something Aladdin needed to master. And finally, Mozenrath ad forced it on him.

He could clearly see Aladdin's face when he woke up one night to see Mozenrath atop him. The usually kept to their own sides of the cell. "Mozenrath? What are you…humm."

Mozenrath slid his body down along Aladdin's, straddling the man with his warm thighs. "Shuush..." he said and rubbed up and down, along Aladdin's shocked frame. "I'm trying to help you Aladdin. Alright?"

Aladdin gripped hay in his palms. "I…how are you…aaahn." he strained as Mozenrath began to slide Aladdin's half rigid cock between his cheeks, squeezing tight to give wonderful pressure. "Moze…oh Allah Moze…"

The sorcerer bent close to his ear and licked at the edge, nudging Aladdin with his cheek. "I want you to impress me." he said smoothly, a quake of excitement traveling through his long, pale body. "Fuck me Aladdin. As hard as you can. Show me what you've learned."

And Aladdin did. Mozenrath, lying on the cold dungeon floor and awaiting his fate, could still feel his ass tighten and a flash of heat coarse through him. He remembered the way Aladdin felt against him, the heavy, hard sensation of a cock sliding in and out instead of ripping him. Harder and harder Aladdin and thrust into his body and Mozenrath held back. He tried not to allow himself to scream. He convinced himself it was all for Aladdin's benefit. To teach him pleasure. But that was only a half truth at best. His body, which he had meant to hold away and let Aladdin use, was responding beautifully. He gasped as he felt his rim being stretch, enveloping Aladdin's thickness with no room for more.

In the back of his mind, he realized Aladdin was keeping himself from coming.

It was one thing to let the street rat pleasure himself. That was selfish needs. Momentary satisfaction working. But Mozenrath slowly realized, when Aladdin had someone elses pleasure to consider, when he was touching and caressing some one else…

He put their needs first.

Aladdin pushed Mozenrath under him and pulled one white thigh up, giving his hands access to Mozenrath's rod. Mozenrath couldn't stop himself from wailing till the stone shook. Words escaped him. Nothing existed but the sweet, hard pounding inside his tunnel and the rocking, stroking need around his cock. Aladdin made him come twice before allowing himself to release inside the tightness.

Their movements became more in sync after that.

Mozenrath heaved a sigh and sat up, looking around the small, but relatively clean cell. He couldn't cry any more right now. Who knew when his new master would come. He had to compose himself, he had to think. There was a slim chance for escape. Inashal, undoubtedly, knew enough to keep him chained or closely watched at all times. but would his new keeper be so fortunate? Or would he make a careless mistake and give Moze the opportunity he needed to escape?

Hope sprang into him and Mozenrath felt his limbs come alive. He had been a slave before. He had been made to beg and scrape and feel weak and whimpering. And he had risen from it. There was still time to salvage this situation.

The sound of foot steps echoed from the hallway. Mozenrath heard the cell doors open and two voices enter into his ears. He tuned slowly, his nerves shattering as he saw who walked through the door.