Captured VII

O-Original Characters

S-Series Characters

T-Toys

B-Bondage

D-Domination

SM-Sadomasochism

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

MO-Multiple Orgasms

BUK-Bukakkae

BLD-Blood

GRP-Group Sex

VOY-Voyeurism

RIM-Rimming

HUM-Humiliation

TORT-Torture

SPNK-Spankings

Mozenrath wailed as his body was twisted into the man's lap, the hard girth pushed in till his hips knocked against the sea mans lap. A hard chuckle echoed by the others watching the scene unfold in the lantern lights. The waves crashed against the windows and Mozenrath could see the sea foam linger against the glass pane. Another rough, unskilled thrust and he lurched forward, his hole taking a battering thanks to the boredom of those in the crew. The man inside him now was named Lothland, he sat up in the crows nest most of the time, so when he came down he liked, as he put it, something to 'dip his wick' in. Not that names mattered. His position here was only temporary until they made dock in the next week. Only one name needed to be committed to memory.

Hainan.

The brothel master had paid a much higher price for him than before, eager to have Mozenrath earning for him. Men in the empire paid good money for a roll in the sheets with such a pale beauty, and he didn't intend to let the prize escape him now. The moment they'd left the palace Mozenrath found himself a working whore. No sooner had Hainan chartered a ship than he negotiated with the captain regarding Mozenrath.

"He's new. Only one previous master who was quite gentle with the man." He lifted Mozenrath's face, showing off the feminine quality of his features. "Not to say he can't be challenging. He's a prideful one, a good stallion that needs to be ridden into submission."

"So? What does that have to do with me?" The captain had said, though his eyes were already traveling Mozenrath's body, lusting after the pretty sorcerer.

Hainan shrugged. "It's a long way back to port, and I know how bored crews cause trouble. I was merely offering his services. To help keep the men at ease as we travel." Hainan tugged Mozenrath's leash and pulled him towards the cabin door. "But of course if you're not interested…"

"What will it cost me?" Said the fellow, stroking his long beard.

"For you…no charge." Hainan said and held out the leash. "A present in faith of safe passage across these…turbulent waters."

Mozenrath had very nearly scoffed. It was easy to tell that Hainan had become rich by being stingy. He had not even taken voyage on a proper passenger freight, but a galley that looked as ready to do a days pirate work as honest cargo hauling. The captain grasped his cheeks greedily, all to ready to make a bargain in return for not robbing Hainan himself during the voyage. Mozenrath shivered as the man's rough, calloused hands grasped at his chest, twisting hard on the tender nipples as he chuckled to himself.

"Now…as for your men…" Hainan continued. "Well…as he is new. I was hoping you're boys would de me the favor of breaking him in. At a minimal fee, per person…"

And just like that, Mozenrath was bought and paid for, his body at the mercy of the Dark Water crew. During the day, he was kept under lock and key in Hainan's quarters, lest someone get the smart idea to steal him off. Besides, the crew had jobs to do and no time for fucking around and wasting sunlight. The first few nights the captain claimed him, the large man's hard, hungry phallus pushing too deep inside and banging his hips till the paintings shook. After that he had been turned over to the crew to do with as they wished, all of them having chipped in to pay Hainan's price so that all could have a shot at him. Each night they gambled with dice over who got to fuck him first. And at first he had been able to take it. Not all men were Inashal's size. Most of them could barely make him feel it when they entered, and he was able to close his eyes and move away from the laughter and cruelty of his new life.

But after a week, they had begun to get bored of his silence.

Mozenrath had quickly discovered that if he didn't react, they would find ways to get his attention. They couldn't hurt him. They'd didn't have enough to pay Hainan for that privilege. But they were adept at finding games to play with him. 'How Many Can Fit?' was most popular. The first mate had come up with this late one night, bringing up the taper candles from the cargo and tying him upside down to a pillar, his naked back facing the crowd. Mozenrath grit his teeth as one by one they forced the long, thin wax candles into his body under his tight little tunnel was filled. He had barely been able to breath, his mouth letting out short gasps while they counted the total. Thirty-two candles total, their ends pushing in so deep it hurt. Then, when he whimpered for it to stop, they lit the wicks on fire and let the hot wax drip onto his body.

Hainan had been forced to give him a days rest after that. But by the next night his eyes were open, and the crew was eager for their new play mate.

The brothel master himself never partook of his property though. As far as Mozenrath could tell, the older fellow had no real taste for men, and bought them only for use in business as exotic fare. He kept the young wizard in his bed, for sea nights were freezing cold and leaving him on the floor would have killed him. But other than that he seemed to take little notice of the sorcerer except for feeding him and checking him over to be sure no one had permanently injured his possession.

Some one came, Mozenrath could only assume it was the man inside of him, and he was passed like a bowl of crackers over to the next person waiting for his service. The one wasn't interested in penetration, but directed him down on his knees and slid himself into the man's mouth. Mozenrath tensed, and thanked what ever god that pitied him. The man was short, his cock head barely pushing to the end of his cheek. Mozenrath closed his eyes and began to steadily pump his mouth up and down obediently, wanting to finish this quickly.

"Is that all you're going to do Beirs? You're wasting your turn!"

"If you want the back end use it, it's too stretched out for me right now." The one in his mouth grunted as he pushed Mozenrath down onto his stunted manhood.

Mozenrath opened his eyes and his fists clenched. It was Drages, the big African man who kept the crew in line. He felt himself clench from reflex and had to force his body open. It would only hurt worse if he resisted. Drages stood behind him and dropped his trousers, stroking his engorged cock up and down almost as if admiring it. Mozenrath whimpered and tried to change position. He could not take that mass from behind. The man had tried to make him before and it had almost ended in blood. His hips wouldn't allow the passage to open that way. Mozenrath sat up and bent forward, presenting his round ass cheeks the way he knew the black man wanted him to.

"That it you filthy whore." Drages said in his deep, rumbling voice as he grinned. "You want my manhood deep inside don't you?"

The man in his mouth came, and Mozenrath bowed his head to swallow before answering. Everyone else would wait their turn. Drages was as muscular as he was tall, and no one would interfere until he was done. Mozenrath choked back and felt himself shivering. I hate this. I hate this and I loath you all. I wish I had the strength to kill you myself. "Yes. Yes Drages I do." He said and looked up at the man, knowing full well that the others around him were leaving to busy themselves. His heart sank as the door clicked shut to give them privacy. Drages didn't like an audience.

"Say it." Said the strong man with the eager face. "Say what I want you to."

Mozenrath felt everything inside him turn like rotted milk as he spoke. "I'm your whore. Your dirty man whore." His throat went dry and his fingers itched to tear the man's eyes out. He could play submissive. He had no choice. But that did not mean the Mozenrath that had been the terror of the seven deserts was dead. No. That part of him boiled inside for a revenge that was unlikely to come. And gods help them. Gods help all of them if I ever come to power again. Mozenrath held it all down and lay back, spreading his legs wide open to show off the red, rubbed entry for Drages. "And I want you to fuck me." He said softly.

The big man fell on top of him, saying the most horrible, filthy things as his girth pummeled Mozenrath so deep he would be unable to walk for a while. His great hands dug into the sorcerers hips and he grunted and cursed and called Mozenrath nasty names while he did so. But he wasn't the only one. Most of them liked to call him things. That wasn't the worst of it. Mozenrath resented their little comments. Their snide ways of assuming he enjoyed some aspect of this.

"Such a whore. You like it don't you?"

"Bitch boy. Good slut moans when I come inside."

"That's it, scream for me prostitute. You know you want it nice and deep."

As Mozenrath gave them what they wanted, he marveled at the ignorance there. Didn't they ever notice how he stayed flaccid to spite them. How was it supposed to feel remotely acceptable when all they did was push and grunt and sweat all over his body? How could anyone assume he enjoyed that nasty, dirty touch from people who had to pay for it? It was vile.

His mind wandered, though his body and voice continued to give Drages exactly want his wished. Dirty talk and screams.

Inashal had been different. He was as much of a slave, but he never felt like a whore. His master had been into games and teasing, but as oppose to the crude taunting these bastards came up with, Inashal had refined the sexuality into an art form. He neither gave nor took, but shared. Every thrust had touched the sorcerer in exactly the right way. Never once had he faked, though his pride sometimes wished he had. Inashal had been his master, but never made him feel so filthy as this.

But then perhaps it wasn't Inashal who did that. Perhaps it was… No. Mozenrath forced the image not to come to mind. He would not think that face or name or anything to do with him. It would hurt far to badly to dream of something he could never have again.

His mind disagreed and pushed the image on him. For a moment he could feel the warm, comforting strength of that street rats arm wrapped around him at night. The haunting scent of desert wind that lingered on the man's skin.

Aladdin.

The way he would smile, when they had moments alone together. They way he had helped, weather he knew it or not, make everything bearable. When Aladdin had saved his life, talking Inashal into buying him. That was when it started.

Aladdin.

No. Even further back than that. When he had been lashed to a board and his body bound with Colane's torture device. Aladdin had showed a kindness Mozenrath knew he didn't deserve and loosened the bit. He had been so gentle, his muscular, masculine frame sliding along the leaner man's body, moving slowly up towards the mouth restraint. Mozenrath hadn't told him, and Aladdin had been too distracted to notice… But when Aladdin had been on top of him like that, Mozenrath had felt the hard, demanding press of the hero's cock against his entry, and his own long manhood had stiffened at the desire to be penetrated by his worst enemy.

Aladdin.

Mozenrath forgot Drages was there. His being moved away from that hateful sensation and he opened his mouth, soft, easy gasps pushing out as he thought of warm brown eyes and a slow, easy way the street rat always had. He though of Aladdin inside of him for the first time, the way his abused frame had basked in the glow of Aladdin's gentle, caring style of love making. Passionate, yes. Wild, even breath taking. But always sure and careful. Even in their quick, bucking fury on Inashal's couch, Aladdin had never once torn him or hurt him. Mozenrath felt himself shiver wantonly at the image. He erased his physical place from his memory and focused his mind on the face of a street rat.

Aladdin.

Aladdin!

ALADDIN!

He released himself, his hot white orgasm flooding from his ignored cock against his chest and the cabin floor. His body arched so high he nearly threw Drages off of him and his voice opened in a loud, clear moan of desperate need. He came so hard it seem as if the flow wouldn't stop. When Mozenrath felt his body finally sink down, he was only vaguely aware of Drages watching him with no small amount of shock on his face. For a second, the sorcerer froze, afraid he might be in trouble. But Drages smiled, a egotistic, mocking smile.

"You really are a slut aren't you?" He cried out and launched back into him, bucking erratically against the raw tunnel. Mozenrath grit his teeth and bore it only a little easier, his lips set in a frown as it began again.

A hundred leagues away, asleep in soft down sheets with the 'love' of his life, Aladdin gasped, his organ rising between his thighs as he dreamt forbidden dreams.

He came awake with a start, his arousal paining him till he grimaced and forced it to go down. The sensation had been so vivid, so real. Mozenrath had been there, his lily white, curved body naked and spread for him. His plush lips and needing thighs begging for his entry. And Aladdin had lain against him and brought the sorcerer with him in pleasure. He had felt the hot, wet need of the other man, the demand equaled by his own. He had come so close to the release of orgasm.

Then, with heart breaking clarity, it had stopped. Mozenrath had screamed in his arm, his body radiating pain and hatred. He had given Aladdin a pleading look, and his image had disappeared. For a vague moment, Aladdin was aware of a ship, dilapidated and smelling of tobacco and oil. Then that was all.

He climbed out from Jasmine's clinging arms and dressed as quickly as he could, still unused to the rock and pitch of a ship. They had been at sea for weeks now, discussing tactics and trying to decide what to do next. Striking back at the empire would have been fool hardy. They were vastly outnumbered even before the siege and now were down to civilians and minor nobility in their fleet. The best that could be hoped for was surrender to the new kingdom, and even that was no guarantee of survival. What allies Agrabah had once had were no so frightened of retribution they had all but signed treaties of allegiance to the new regime. There was no aid to be found and the ships had been forced to dock at abandoned islands to search for food and supplies for a while now. They were not being actively hunted, but the possibility of it was such that every ship baring the flag of the new empire made them all jump.

Three ships of Agrabah sailed the ocean, carrying all that was left of their glorious kingdom. Three ships and no more than a hundred people. That was the kingdom Aladdin ruled over now.

Aladdin looked out over those same ships now. Ever since the rescue, he had been looked to as the Sultan, the one figure they all remembered from a sense of order. So though he hadn't been coronate, any orders he'd given had been obeyed and no one questioned when Jasmine brought him to the cabin she had commandeered. She had tended his body as best she knew how. She had not asked him the details of Inashal's harem. She had not brought up what they both knew had happened there. It would have been cruel. Instead she offered her body to remind him that he was indeed a man. She let him hold her tightly at night, giving the protection a male can give to a female. She back down in control, giving over to Aladdin the rule. Anything to help him recover. Anything to let him see that there would be no more submission to another. You're a Sultan now Aladdin. No one can hurt you any more. You're safe.

Jasmine had not mentioned Mozenrath since the night of their escape.

Aladdin had pushed the face from his mind after a night of anger and betrayal. How dare he! How dare that conniving bastard! He had searched the records and question his wife ruthlessly. How long had Mozenrath been with the empire? What all did he tell them? Did his information lead to the kingdoms downfall? What was he going to get in return for his information? Everything had come out one by one and Aladdin learned that the sorcerer had been placed to become governor when the empire took over. A position that would have made him only a notch bellow emperor. He learned that Mozenrath had intended to take him as a personal slave, making his hated enemy beneath him for all to see. Aladdin reveled in his anger, because the reality hurt too much.

And now, the dream fresh in his mind, he walked the ships deck, looking out at the endless blue of the ocean and thinking of the pale wizards fate. Where was he right now? Was he alive? Would Inashal be forgiving? He doubted it. Though Inashal had been a kind master, Aladdin had a good sense of people and he felt that Inashal would have been sickened by their escape attempts and punished Mozenrath to the fullest extent. He had looked up empire law on the subject. Slaves who tried to leave were either put to death or sold. The first Aladdin doubted, Inashal did not strike him as so sadistic. But he could have sold the sorcerer.

I owe him. Aladdin thought, despite everything. He owed Mozenrath for keeping him alive. For teaching him the way to move and look and play for a master. For giving him the comfort and relief of his own body when he became so stressed it seemed nothing would help. The vivid image of Mozenrath's frame, writhing under him on the couch, taking the thickness of his cock deep inside as his eyes were clouded in pleasure. Aladdin's pelvis tensed and strained at the memory, wishing for that tight little body, those long lithe arms wrapped around him.

Why? You fool. If you need it so badly Jasmine in is the bed right now. She wants you. She'll comfort you when you need it. That was true. They had slept together, but her attempts to give him real, physical affection had not ended well. She had tried, Allah knew she had tried. She could bring him to hard, strong arousal and nearly to the point of climax, but in the end there was something missing. Something he craved that she just was no equipped to give. It wasn't her fault. Jasmine forgave him easily and choked it up to his enslavement with Colane and Inashal. She blamed herself for being unable to mount a rescue sooner and tried to understand.

"We…we have men here on board." She had even suggested one night. "Men who…who enjoy well…that sort of thing. I've seen them with one another, heard them through the walls. I could ask one. They wouldn't refuse." She had brought it up as a transition, slowly bring him from the pleasure he had been trained to enjoy to the kind she could offer. But Aladdin didn't want that. None of the males on board could compare with Mozenrath's firm, lush body, so patient, so willing to let him dig deep and bury himself inside. Those stormy gray eyes pleading, eager for more. The firm, dedicated mouth, wrapping tightly around him.

They were slaves together, whatever else had happened before. And Mozenrath had helped him survived…and yes…enjoy it.

Mozenrath had helped him live.

The captain must have been surprised to see his Sultan up in the wee early hours of the morning. "Ye your majesty?" he said curiously, unsure of what he was about to hear.

Aladdin looked the man straight in the eyes. "Turn around." He said firmly. "And find me a retinue to impress. We're going back to the empire."

Mozenrath woke from sleep, his eyes focusing on the inside of Hainan's cabin as a strange whistling sound filled the air. With a sudden spur of violence the world shook and the contents of the cabin lurches forward as if struck from the side. The roar of battle screamed over head and Mozenrath staggered to his feet, the chain around his neck preventing him from standing erect. The room was not large however, and from his position he could see the small circle that was his portal to the outside world. A ship. A small fleet, was gaining on the Dark Water, it's cannons out and ready for battle. He could not clearly see the flag, so he did not know if this was a competing pirate ship or a battle galley set out to end one of the empires 'trade' ships. Either way would not benefit him. Another pirate ship would just use him as he was used now. An empire ship would return to port and sell him for profit. Either way he was still a slave.

But on that note, he would prefer not to be burned alive with the wreckage or blasted by cannon fire.

The door came open and Hainan was there, his face in a state of panic and his lip curled angrily. "Come here!" he growled out and wrenched Mozenrath would to him, unlocking the chain and dragging him out the door.

"Master Hainan…what…nugh…" He grunted as other crew members shoved past him, rushing to either grab weaponry or tend to the ship. "What's going on?" he asked, knowing the state of affairs wouldn't give his master time to punish his impudence.

Hainan growled in answer and continued to drag him up on decks. When the door opened, chaos sounded in his ears. Yelling and swords clanging as Hainan tried to avoid the fighting. He kept Mozenrath close to himself, using him as a shield against the war going on. Mozenrath did not shrink from the idea of deflecting shrapnel and bodies from Hainan. If anything he feverently hoped a piece of the mast would break off and kill them both.

And then he saw something that he barely believed. A white flag on the invading ship. A white flag with gold and blue sigils on the face, the crest of Agrabah.

Hainan sneered at the look of frail hope on his face. "Listen you little fuck toy." He growled out and grasped Mozenrath by the neck. "You think you're boyfriend is here to save you? I'll be damned if I'll have my property stolen from me." He threw Mozenrath onto the ships deck and kicked him in the side, his ribs cracking painfully. "Get up. We're finding a boat and getting out of here."

"Mozenrath!"

That voice rang in his ears. He hardly dared turn for fear of being mislead. But then he heard his name called again and could not make himself stop. His face turned, and he saw the eyes that had given him some refuge from the horror of being a ships play thing.

"Aladdin!"

He surprised himself by screaming for him, his voice raw with hope. In the next second Hainan grasped him and pushed a knife to his throat, holding Mozenrath hostage as Aladdin came from the flames in pursuit. But the brothel man was not going to give in easily. "Back off!" he shouted, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat and water. "Back off or I'll slice his throat!" he swore and pressed the blade in until Mozenrath gagged.

"Let him go Hainan!" Aladdin said, brandishing his sword. "Give him over and you can go free and unharmed."

The man laughed, tossing his head back as he began to drag Mozenrath towards the edge of the boat. "Do you really want him then? I won't judge, but every man on this boat has had a piece of his ass by now. Most of them several times." He turned Mozenrath around and spread his ass cheeks, the sorcerer burning bright red as his expanded tunnel was shown off. He struggled, but Hainan held him tight. "Of course maybe you don't care. Inashal's stamina is legendary. Perhaps your ass hole is as big as his by now!"

"Don't you dare talk about my husband that way!" Jasmine appeared from the helm, pulling her blade from a man's stomach and directing it at Hainan. "You keep your filthy mouth shut!" she threatened dangerously.

"Husband!" Hainan laughed. "Husband! Do you have any idea what a whore is made to do woman? What your husband has probably bent over and taken? No? Perhaps Mozenrath can tell you eh? Did you know these two were made to play with one another for Lord Inashal's pleasure and amusement? Did you know that they liked it?" Hainan struck a nerve as he saw Jasmine's outrage in her face. "I know it for a fact. I found out from my dear friend Osisi in the harem. Oh yes. Your husband and this little whore right here, moaning and writhing against one another. I'm told they even found one another when Inashal was not present."

"Aladdin…" Jasmine's voice wavered.

"Don't blame him!" Mozenrath yelled, finding his voice for the first time. "You have no idea what it's like princess! You have no idea what it is to feel completely alone!" Hainan brought his fist down across the man's skull, but it didn't tow him. "He needed the comfort! We both did! Colane told us you were dead!"

A look of shock crossed the princesses face and her grip on the sword became tighter. "It doesn't matter." She said coldly. "I came here for Aladdin's sake only." She bared her sword to Hainan. "Now release him."

"To hell with you. Do you have any idea how much money a slut like this is worth? I could triple what I paid for him within a month. That is worth more than anything you offer."

"Then let us bid for him!" Aladdin called.

"Like I said…" Hainan said dismissively. "Nothing you could offer…"

"I bid myself." Aladdin said firmly. From his pocket, he drew a pair of dice and showed them to the man. "If you win, you not only get to keep Mozenrath, you get me in the bargain."

"Aladdin don't!" Jasmine pleaded.

"If you lose, you give Mozenrath to me. I'm sure you can make plenty of money without him. I understand your brothels are extensive."

"Aladdin…" Mozenrath whispered, his heart burning in his chest.

Hainan considered for a moment, the smiled. "Very well. But as you are providing the dice, I give the stipulations." Aladdin nodded. "Mozenrath rolls for the both of us. That will make sure there is no tampering with the gamble." He nudged Mozenrath forward. "Take the dice whore." He said.

The sorcerer reached forward, putting his hand in Aladdin's to take the dice. Aladdin looked at him kindly. "It will be alright Mozenrath." He said softly. "I promise."

"Don't get your hopes up." Hainan said and pulled Mozenrath back to him. "One roll. Call evens or odds on it."

"Evens." Aladdin said quickly.

"Odds." Hainan replied and pulled Mozenrath's shoulder. "Throw it."

Mozenrath took a deep breath, his arm shaking. There were two die. And equal possibility of it turning up odd or even. He clenched his fist shut and closed his eyes, uttering a prayer to whatever god listened. "Please…" he muttered once and tossed the dice on the deck.

The group watched as the little cubes clattered across the wood, knocking into one another as they rolled and came to a stop perhaps a foot from Aladdin. They tipped, and Mozenrath tried to read the dots on the side. Hainan held him back, looking over his shoulder and the dice tottered back and forth. Then, with an audible smack, they landed, and Aladdin looked down.

He stood quietly, his hair covering his expression. With satisfied eyes he turned to Hainan and smiled. "Eight." He said firmly.

Mozenrath felt his chest burst and took a step forward, holding him arms out and preparing to run for safety.

With a roar of rage, Hainan leapt forward and plunged the blade into the sorcerers stomach.

"No!"

Something sliced through the air. A knife landed in the brothel masters eye and he fell away from Mozenrath clutching at the end. Aladdin surged forward, picking up Mozenrath in his arms and covering the injury, trying to stem the massive flow of blood welling out. "Mozenrath! Moze!" he hollered as the young wizard's breath became shallow. His eyes began to close, and a blackness swelled across his vision.

"Aladdin." He whispered, the blood flowing out across his body, down his abdomen and thighs. The hero clutched him close, his hand fumbling to hold the wound close, to stem to life pouring out of him. But Mozenrath didn't care. He felt happy. "Aladdin…you came back for me."

Something wet slipped onto his cheek and Aladdin buried his face in Mozenrath's hair. "Yeah…yeah Moze…" he cried and began to kiss the man's neck. "I came back."