S-Series Characters
B-Bondage
D-Domination
YA-Yaoi
RP-Role Playing
OR-Oral
AU-Alternate Universe
IAC-Insane Amounts of Cuteness
MAS-Masturbation
VOY-Voyeurism
RIM-Rimming
SPNK-Spankings
The scorching desert sun beat down against the sands, baking even the most hearty of desert creatures. All sought the shade of rock or tree, and those who were in the know took refuge in the rare oasis miles from civilization. It was two people, two men, who now found some salvation in the cool waters and shady grove. It was the one place no one knew, where what needed to be done, could be done in perfect seclusion.
Aladdin slammed Mozenrath down against the muddy sands of the river bank, grinning rakishly as the sorcerer moaned beneath him. There was nothing in the world more magnificent than that sweet apple colored flesh. Mozenrath always smelled of fragrant, rich wine. The kind he'd never tasted until joining the Sultan's tables for business dinners. He pressed his face close to Mozenrath's silky black hair and inhaled, taking full advantage of the arousing scent.
Mozenrath gave a breathy laugh. "Why do you do that?" he lifted Aladdin's chin and looked him in the eye. "Why do you sniff me?"
"I like your scent." Aladdin admitted shamelessly. "It reminds me of something."
"Oh and well how would you like it if I told you how you smell?" Aladdin chided and Mozenrath rubbed his neck against Aladdin's chin. Almost like a cat rubbing to mark it's territory.
"Try me." Aladdin invited and Mozenrath took a deep breath.
Fresh air and sunsets and freedom. The smell of someone not meant to be confined behind palace walls. It was intoxicating and Mozenrath whispered his discovery in Aladdin's ear. The street rat arched his eye brow and nibbled along the nape of Mozenrath's neck. The wizard groaned. "Interesting combination." He splayed his fingers across Mozenrath's chest until they raked over the nipple.
Aladdin took Mozenrath's bone fingers between his own and felt along them, letting his skin become accustomed to their unusual texture. He saw Mozenrath wince slightly above him but did not stop. He knew by now the sensation was not painful. If anything it was intensely arousing. But his lover was still uncomfortable with the appearance of his skeletal digits.
"It's alright." Aladdin said softly. "Relax Moze…" He touched one of the bleached fingers to his cheek and rubbed against it appreciatively, showing a tenderness for the older mans caresses.
Mozenrath bit his lip and shivered. The sensation felt good. It was almost impossible to actually feel anything with his right hand unless he wore the gauntlet, and Aladdin made the one insistence that he never do that. There was still too much old animosity there to make him feel comfortable with that gloved fury on his body. But somehow, through everything they did, Aladdin made him feel as though his hand was fleshed again. Every touch lit his nerves on fire!
Mozenrath suddenly gasped as Aladdin grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it back. "Aladdin!" Mozenrath whimpered, fully knowing what was coming next and eagerly wanting it.
The street rat made a dark laugh and bit down hard on Mozenrath's shoulder. "Call me master." Aladdin entreated and saw a twitch of a smile at the corner of the wizard's lips. "Say it slave!" he ordered and wrenched Mozenrath's head back further.
"Master!" Mozenrath called and felt Aladdin's breath down his chest. The street rat was, without any doubts, rough with his 'slave'. Where he had gotten this dominating, kinky streak Mozenrath had no clue. He never would have taken Aladdin for being so adept at arousing his submissive side. Passionate, yes…even wild! But the first time the hero had presented Mozenrath with the idea of being bound and tied…shocked was putting it mildly.
He liked to take that risk.
They both did.
"Up then my slave." Aladdin said and Mozenrath sat up, his body quivering delightfully. He knew how to play the way Aladdin liked. He hesitated, he face afraid and cautious. Aladdin sneered and grabbed hold of his arm, wrenching the sorcerer up from the sands. "I said up." Mozenrath gasped and Aladdin grabbed his ass cheek covetously.
Mozenrath groaned as Aladdin's fingers dug into his rear end. "Yes." He whispered softly. Mozenrath's gasp turned into a caress, but just as suddenly Mozenrath found himself with his arms forced behind his back. "Al…" he whispered and felt a nibble along his spine.
Aladdin chuckled and took the fabric from his belt. He wrapped it around the elbows and wrists, keeping the necromancer tightly bound and leading him over to a pile of pillows and rugs set up just for this sake. He threw Mozenrath onto them, relishing the fair, magnificent look of the pale man as he half turned, the locks of his hair half covering his face as he looked up at his 'captor'. Aladdin lay atop his, his hard lean body slipping into the divot of Mozenrath's thighs. "How do you want me to be?" he asked softly, lapping at the tender ear lobe.
Mozenrath moaned, arching into Aladdin's hardened body. "Rough." He whimpered. "Be rough with me master." He pleaded and Aladdin bit down responsively. They had been gentle together many many times. He liked the softness sometimes. They slow, tender caresses, the careful movement. Aladdin was always so considerate of his needs, wanting to make up for years of bad blood and temperament. Mozenrath had always suspected that the hero knew more about his past than he let on. There was a little pity there. A desire to show him how wonderful bed sport could be.
But the game they played now was just as much about trust and emotion as sex and desire. There were words…words Mozenrath knew he might never be capable of expressing verbally. He had tried before, the syllables catching in his throat so hard it hurt. Aladdin had said it. He had said it and those brown sugar eyes left no doubt. But Mozenrath could not make himself respond…even if he felt it to.
So he showed it the only way he knew how. He gave himself over completely to Aladdin. He embraced his fear of control and let Aladdin play as he wished. It was the only way he knew to show his devotion to what was between them. Be submissive, show Aladdin he trusted him with his body. That in and of itself was hard for him.
But for this he was determined to try.
Aladdin pushed Mozenrath into the pillows. "You know what to say…to stop me." He watched for the nod. If he got to rough…to involved in the game, all Mozenrath had to do was say it and he would stop, making sure his love was alright before doing anything else. "Then get ready to serve your master slave." He growled and Mozenrath turned a bright pink color. "Tell me Moze…do you want to please me?"
Mozenrath bit his lip and nodded.
Aladdin chuckled. "Then show me." Aladdin ran a single finger up and down Mozenrath's rib cage, creating a delicious tickling feeling. The sorcerer twitched and moaned, relishing every connection. He pulled the man up, letting him find his balance on his knees before reclining on the pillows. "Open your body for me Moze…open yourself for your master." He looked at the man's eyes, enticing him.
Mozenrath felt his chest burn. Gods he loved to do this! He turned a little, giving Aladdin a perfect view of his back and inviting ass. "Yes master." He said and curved himself, slipping his bound hands down his back as slowly as he could. He turned his head back, letting his hair fall down as he licked his lips, asking, begging Aladdin to find him beautiful. His hands found their way over his hips and spine, tenderly manipulating the silky flesh. He heard a sharp intake of breath and knew Aladdin was getting hard at the sight.
Look at me Aladdin…He groaned as his long fingers of his fleshed hand worked their way between his hind cheeks. Want me…please. He felt his opening, tight, warm and whimpered, closing his eyes and imaging what he wanted in his own head. Aladdin…deep inside me…hard…thrusting…yes! He slipped a single finger around the wrinkled rim, rubbing himself to make the area ready. Mozenrath used some of his own magic, conjuring a little bit of wetness against his sphincter. With a delicate touch he pressed his finger inside, slipping it in and out cautiously.
Aladdin caught his breath, watching as Mozenrath began to tease himself open. His loins gathered at the thought of burying himself in there. There were times he wanted…very badly, to just bend the man over and slam in. But that would have been the ultimate error. That area…on a man or woman…was the most delicate of places. Just shoving in, especially with Aladdin's admitted size, could easily turn a well meant play of passion to pain and days of ache. It needed to be stretched. A little time…a little effort and patience made all the difference. It was worth it the wait. Aladdin had discovered that quickly.
Mozenrath's first finger disappeared inside him entirely. The sorcerer let out a low noise of pleasure and stroked himself internally. He opened his mouth and let it loose, knowing Aladdin liked to hear his pleasure. "Nyyyah…" he shivered. "Ahhhh…!' Mozenrath looked back, his face burning hot as Aladdin's eyes devoured his body.
Aladdin felt his breath quickening as his hands traveled down his chest and across the dip of his pelvis. His member quivered when he touched it, eager for attention. He began to rub himself gently. No rush. They had time. Be sides, he liked to hold off a bit. "That's it Moze…slip another in." he encouraged and Mozenrath licked his lips.
The sorcerer touched another finger to his entry, working it diligently in as he had the first. He was slippery now, the lubrication having done it's job. He pushed a little hard, his body accommodating and made a little squeak as the combined digits brushed past his prostate. "Gggguah!" Mozenrath chocked and shook all over. He didn't tease too much…not yet. But he continued to push in and out, scissoring his fingers as Aladdin had done to make more room. "Ahhhhnayah!"
Aladdin let out a laugh. "Allah Moze but you make the most wonderful noises!"
"Don't laugh." Mozenrath whimpered, embarrassed. "I…I can't help it."
"Good." Aladdin stroked himself a little harder, taking his whole hand to rub up and down his cock. "I like to listen to you moan." He gave a soft grunt, his shaft growing into full erection in his hand. The ripples along his length felt wonderful when pressed. Mozenrath hummed and bent forward just a little, letting Aladdin watch as the pinkened entry was pulled.
Mozenrath pulled his fingers apart as hard as he could, baring the slight ache as Aladdin gazed on his. He felt a little wider now, his anal muscles relaxed enough to allow for a third finger. He whined, gritting his teeth as he worked it in. Aladdin's breath hitched and he began to stroke himself a little faster. The sorcerer spread his fingers in different directions, feeling himself give a little bit. It was difficult to press to deep from the position he was in, but he didn't mind. It would feel better when Aladdin chose to push inside him. But the entrance needed to be opened properly or it would hurt like hell.
Mozenrath began to rock himself back against the fingers, the feeling of penetration making himself feel warm all over. "Aladdin…" He felt the sudden presence of two hands on his shoulders, slowly massaging his knotted muscles. "Ummmm.' He responded by arching close to Aladdin as the hero caressed and rubbed his sore body. "Yes…oh gods that feels good."
Aladdin gave a low chuckle and suddenly swept his mouth over a small knot at the arch of Mozenrath's neck. He heard a stifled gasp from his lover, who knew what was coming. With a movement he bit down, unafraid to plant his teeth firmly in the flesh. Then, Mozenrath did the strangest thing. With a sound almost like a yowl and went down to the rugs, his face buried in the soft pillows. He spread his legs wide and began to rub him magnificent ass against Aladdin's groin. Aladdin gave a loud, amused laugh.
"Al!" Mozenrath turned bright pink from head to toe. "Damn Aladdin you know what that does to me!" He moaned as Aladdin pulled his fingers free and slipped his own in to replace them. "Aladdin!" his cheeks turned bright pink and he groaned, still bound and submissive to Aladdin's will.
"Of course I do." Aladdin said. "Why else would I do it to you?" He chuckled and pulled his fingers free. "Sore?" he asked and Mozenrath gave a brief nod. "Aww…my poor slave. We wouldn't want you to feel too rubbed now would we?" Aladdin gave a grin to make a wolf cower and bent his head.
"Aladdin…master what are you doing!" Mozenrath gasped as Aladdin spread his cheeks wide and bowed his head into them, the soft kisses of his lips trailing closer to the epicenter. "Yes!" Mozenrath squirmed. Aladdin's strong mouth pushed against his sphincter, touching the pink puckers as he flicked his tongue against the flesh.
Mozenrath screamed. His face going red as Aladdin's tongue worked it's way past the first little tightening and began to wriggle beautifully against his insides. The hero was relentless, pushing and prodding, caressing his mouth along Mozenrath's entry as he lapped up the taste of flesh and desire. "That's it. You know how much I love to see your ass wriggle around." Aladdin teased.
Mozenrath couldn't help but laugh. "Aladdin…deeper." He pleaded. Aladdin hummed, sending ripples along Mozenrath's thighs as he wound his tongue in little circles, probing as far as he could. Aladdin trailed his lips around the edges, suckling to entice the opening wider. Mozenrath closed his eyes and disappeared into the wonderful feeling of ecstasy. Aladdin probed in as far as he could, working his wet appendage in and slipping it along the insides of Mozenrath's body. The sorcerer screamed in pleasure, mouth wide as he bucked back to the feeling.
The hero pulled away, watching as the glistening entry shook at him as though begging for more. "Did you like that Moze?" he teased and the sorcerer nodded. "How much?"
"It was wonderful!" The sorcerer exclaimed. "Oh Aladdin please." He rose up as best he could, leaning off to one side as he watched Aladdin lean back. "Please… master…" he entreated with a sly grin. "Let me do something for you." His kissed the hardened body, taking true pleasure in the way Aladdin's dark, beautiful skin felt against his lips. His lover groaned eagerly, arching up to meet him. "Yes…Al." he whimpered and warmed the dusky nipples with his lips, kissing them, suckling them, even biting down hard to make Aladdin yelp.
"That's it…you certainly know how to treat me don't you?" Aladdin whispered and ran his hands through Mozenrath's hair. He moaned loudly when Mozenrath wrapped the nipple tightly and began to flick his tongue across the tip. Slowly, the sorcerer worked his way lower, lapping along the divots of his chest and abdomen. Aladdin gasped and groaned along with each touch and kiss.
Mozenrath took a sincere thrill at the way Aladdin reacted. He devoted himself to finding ways of making him writhe. With a sure movement and bent his head and slipped the head of Aladdin's cock in between his lips. Aladdin gave a deep growl, making his abdomen shake. Mozenrath whimpered, opening his jaw and working the hard manhood inside of it. The ridges tickled along his tongue as he bobbed up and down on Aladdin, tasting sweet flesh. Aladdin's fingers tangled in his head and caressed his scalp, encouraging the movement. Mozenrath moaned, sending vibration along the base till Aladdin arched up into his mouth, bucking against the sorcerers attention.
"Moze! Moze gah your mouth is so warm!" Aladdin groaned out and arched his back, gripping the back of Mozenrath's head. Mozenrath began too pump Aladdin's manhood faster, winding and curving around it. All the while he maintained a submissive pose, his dark eyes locked up on Aladdin in the most adorable way. He popped the hard tip in and out of his mouth, working it expertly against his lips. Aladdin yelled out as the sorcerer lapped at him from top o bottom, truly enjoying the action of arousing his 'master'.
Aladdin gently pulled Mozenrath off of him. "Not yet. I don't want to finish just yet." He said and pulled Mozenrath into his chest. "Come here." He brought Mozenrath's lips to his in a possessive kiss. He was tender with him, but forceful, demanding the hard press of Mozenrath's body on his. Their curves melted together like butter on hot bread. Mozenrath's erection began to rub hotly against Aladdin's as they writhed in one another's arms, the desert sun on their backs.
Mozenrath felt his body light on fire when Aladdin pressed his cock to the entry. "Yes!" he hollered enthusiastically and blushed when Aladdin laughed. "Damn it don't blame me…" he started and felt words fail as Aladdin began to push. "Oh…." He took hold of Aladdin's shoulders and opened himself as best he could. "Oh…Al…"
Aladdin held him close and began to work his organ in. No matter how many times this was done they had to be careful. A male entry wasn't like a woman's. It couldn't go more than a day without stretching if you wanted to make love. But still, they had been at it quite a lot recently. He felt the pressure along his tip as Mozenrath's face strained to open. A little harder push and the tight sphincter began to take him in. Aladdin heard Mozenrath whimper pitifully, his head landing against the soft pillows as he was entered from behind.
It was sudden, firm, and mind blowing pain that seized Mozenrath when he felt the head pop in. He shuddered, his composure breaking as his body opened for Aladdin. But he bent his body, arching his spine and impaling himself on the thickness. It was a terrible pleasure that coursed through his veins. Beyond any agony or ache was the desire to be filled. He pushed himself down against Aladdin's rigid cock, moaning as it spread him.
"You like that…" Aladdin said in a deadly whisper. "…don't you?" Mozenrath's bottom lip quivered, but he nodded. Aladdin seized his hair and threw his head back, forcing him down another inch. "Don't you slave?" he growled out more fiercely. Mozenrath let out a screech of passion, his chest thudding as he wailed out a yes. Aladdin sat up, admiring the tilt of the sorcerers neck as he ground his hips inward. "Then…" and he brought Mozenrath very close, his tongue licking along the soft ridge of the man's ear. "Fuck me."
Mozenrath felt himself give and slammed himself down against the thick rod, taking it in up to the base as his hips and ass ached in the sudden feeling. "GYAAAAAAAAAGH!" He threw his head back and bellowed out the sensation, his jaw falling open as Aladdin grasped his hips and began to buck upwards into him. "NYah! Nyah! Nyah!" Mozenrath screamed, the ridges pushing and thrusting into that sweet tight tunnel. He was driven to be possessed. Aladdin grit his teeth and threw Mozenrath down on the carpet, the wind rustling the palm fronds above them as the wizard yielded to his manhood.
The street rat settled in between Mozenrath's thighs, rocking back and forth on his knees to drive his phallus in further. The sorcerer spread himself as wife as he could, letting the cock slide in closer to the sphincter, deeper into that pulled area longing to be consumed. Aladdin gave a soft grunt, his voice straining. If he breathed, his mind told him, the pleasure of himself being driven deep inside would end. Mozenrath's cock was hard against his stomach and he wanted to please the necromancer. Wanted him to beg for more.
Harder and harder. Mozenrath bounced under him, his pretty featured straining in desperation. Make me come. Let me come. Oh god Aladdin please. He wailed as Aladdin lifted one leg, arched himself downward, and began to pummel him recklessly. His fingertips clawed at the fabric, tearing through the soft texture as his body arched into it. Aladdin called out with a deep male voice, his cock twitching with pure need inside. He stroked it in and out with long, hard tension,, making sure to watch every last inch of it disappear inside. "That's it Moze." he said with an almost devilish look in his soft brown eyes. "You like it deep don't you?"
Mozenrath whimpered and shook his head in a yes. He felt his eyes roll back into his head as Aladdin gave a particularly hard slam into him, the force of it sending him back. "Aladdin! Oh gods! Aladdin!" he begged as his bodies resistance faltered. He felt his testicals grow heavy with the sweet tension of pre cum. The tip of his manhood glistened with the beginning liquid. He tried to flex his hips and found the muscles reluctant to obey. They were strained as far as they could go, filled to the brim with wanton male thickness.
"That's it Moze! Oh Allah yes!" Aladdin pushed in as far as he could, Mozenrath wrapped around him and baring the incredible pressure with glorious stamina. He roared as he came, his hot orgasm spilling into Mozenrath's tightness. The sorcerer gasped as his ass soaked it all up, allowing to moisture to penetrate him deeper. He pulled it in, his lips open just enough to convey a sense of pleasure from the tension of it. Slowly, horribly slowly, Aladdin pulled out, the pop of his cock leaving the swollen red area echoing. Aladdin groaned as he flexed and settled down to the pillows, his body spent. He took several deep, steadying breaths as Mozenrath curved his body into his lovers arms, his own rod still tense with need.
Al…please…" Mozenrath whimpered and rubbed his leg up and down Aladdin's thigh. He caught the smile on Aladdin's face, that look of absolute control and adoration the street rat had for him.
"Do you want to come for me Moze?" Aladdin asked softly, his fingers teasing the sphincter again. The sorcerer whined and nodded, chewing on a strand of his hair. "Than get on top." Aladdin gestured, stroking his own erection till it stood tall again. "Ride my cock Moze…" he encouraged and Mozenrath whined in response to his stroking. The young wizard spread his thighs and straddled Aladdin's waist, climbing atop him eagerly as the cock rubbed between his cheeks.
"Yes. Ahhh….AHHHHHHH!" Mozenrath strained as he began to press the thick head into his sphincter. One could think that Aladdin was being selfish, but that wasn't it. He knew Mozenrath liked the sensation of being filled, the combined pressure in his ass and front was mind blowing and he loved to feel the rush of orgasm as Aladdin was deep inside. As he began to take the rigid length into himself again, Mozenrath felt Aladdin's hands close around his manhood. "Aladdin!" Mozenrath let him scream echo as his need was toyed with, Aladdin's warm hands working it expertly.
"Ride me Moze." Aladdin said in a deep voice as the sorcerer used his leverage to bounce up and down. Harder…harder… Mozenrath lamed himself as far down as he could, his hand joining Aladdin's to fondle his cock. "Ride me!" He took him deep, his cock expanding and pulling his body as the sorcerers beautiful lily white body arched expressively into the air.
"Aladdin! I'm so close! Please!" Mozenrath opened his mouth as he was stroked inside and out. He was already so near orgasm it would only take another moment or two before his need spilled over. Aladdin took him with a smile on his face, his hands treasuring the hard cock, his thighs adoring of the warm weight against them. He let Mozenrath take as long as he wanted, making the man's body bounce up and down. With a great moan of relief Mozenrath came, his orgasm flying into the air as Aladdin bent close and lapped at the seamen off his head.
The sorcerer fell close to him, wrapping his arms possessively around his street rat lover. The sun was starting to set, and he eyes it angrily. "Do you have to go back?"
Aladdin nodded. "No choice. Jasmine will be expecting me soon and the kids will want their daddies attention." he saw Mozenrath grimace. "I'm sorry. I'd stay if I could."
"It's not that." Mozenrath said sharply, looking up at Aladdin. "I just…" he shook his head. "Never mind. It's unimportant right now." He kissed Aladdin imploringly, knowing nothing he could say would stop him having to go.