Bed Warmer

S-Series Characters

B-Bondage

TE-Teasing

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

OR-Oral

BUK-Bukakkae

DIA-Dialogue

HUM-Humiliation

"Ho ho what joyful occasion is this flimsy friend Aladdin!" Prince Uncouthma rose from his throne and threw his massive, hairy arms around his dear friend from the deserts. "It has been a very long time since you have given the fragrant and prosperous city of Odiferous your presence." Apparently the joy was more than the giant man's words were capable of expressing, for his hug made the small by comparison Aladdin's eyes bulge painfully in their sockets.

"It gasp good to see you too Uncouthma!" he managed to choke out and noted somewhat happily that his best palace robe had been soiled by the man's earthy quality. "Where's Brawnhilda and Bud?" he asked quickly, noting the missing wife and child of this lands ruler.

Uncouthma sighed. "Ah my fair cheese doodle has gone to visit her mother on the other side of our Swiss mountains for the winter. She will come back once the yak butter had begun it's final fermentation, but it will be a lonely winter for this barbarian war lord till she returns." He wiped a tear from his eyes. Odiferan speech had the ability to sound both quaint and long winded at the same time, something that never ceased to amuse outsiders. Aladdin had long since grown used to the quality, but he still had trouble hiding a smile while listening.

"I hear ya big guy. Ever since they put turban on my head six months ago I've been touring every city and palace playing dignitary." He shrugged. Apparently the council had not felt him quite up to the task of managing the whole of the kingdom yet. Jasmine had stayed behind to mind Agrabah, while he went to master politics by solidifying relations between the Seven Deserts kingdoms and outlying lands.

And so he had gone six months without his beloved Jasmine.

"Ah the fair princess is now a Sultana! Many congratulations to her! May your cheese sour just right!" Apparently this was cause for another paraplegia inducing hug, and Aladdin bore it with a smile and resilience. "So what brings you here then friend Aladdin? We have not had trouble with Agrabah since Nefir and his wicked imps stole our sacred crock of cheese. General Ghouda would dearly love a reason to go to war again, but I must admit myself enjoying our peaceful relations." The giant mans face was happy, but somewhat worried. For a race the prided themselves on fury in battle and the joy of war time, Uncouthma was at heart a fellow with even temperament and good nature.

"No no nothing like that!" Aladdin quickly assured him. "But I have come to present you with something. A gift from Agrabah to our dear friends in Odiferous!" he said and gestured grandly to to a large liter decked with flowers and garlands.

Uncouthma's look brightened and his mustache curled. "Ho friend Aladdin, you are as generous as a female yak in suck!" He did not notice the twinge in Aladdin's face at being referred to a female animal giving milk, but it didn't matter. A compliment was a compliment in any language. "But it is not good that you should laden me with such presents and I with nothing to present to you!" He waved away any excuse Aladdin started to form. "No no no no! I insist. I will spend all of today searching through out my kingdom for the richest of gifts to bestow on you! Tonight we shall feast on thousand year old curdled milk and hundred year old cream, and exchange good will as friends like we sometimes do!"

Aladdin smiled, knowing that it was well meant courtesy. He was in no hurry to be onto the next country and had scheduled a day or two extra just to reminisce with his old friend. Besides, the 'gift' had waited a week already, what was another few hours? Aladdin chuckled at his cleverness. This plan couldn't have been more perfect.

Aladdin stared down at his place, full of varying cold and hot cheese dishes, and tried to find some fruit or vegetable in the mix. He discovered a grape hiding under a plate of hot fondue and decided it must have been accidental. Still, it was something. He downed it quickly and proceeded to pick at his meal, successfully hiding items to make it look as though he'd eaten something.

"And now!" pronounced Uncouthma, apparently so overzealous in his desire to give Aladdin his gift that he knocked over a goblet of wine. "Now I give to you friend Aladdin, the greatest of our treasures!" Two buxom women joined them, carrying between the a bronze age crock of bubbling white and lavender cheese. They set it down at Aladdin's feet with no small amount of ceremony, the brunette one offering him a ladle with which to sample.

He managed to make his grimace turn into a smile. He took the ladle and scooped up the smallest amount he thought he could take without appearing to be rude. But apparently the ladles were meant to fit the hand of a much larger male, so where he tried not to fumble to much, Aladdin ended up with at least two cups of the bubbling gooey liquid in his spoon.

Uncouthma's eyes were locked on him cheerfully.

Aladdin drained the ladle in one gulp and was surprised to find the mixture quite tasty. "Wow…hey this is really good."

The prince's smile became even wider. "We took advantage of the caravans passing through and managed to create a fine mix in our barrels!" he wound his thumbs together in delight. "Our Cheese Master Svarp Cheddar is thinking of naming it after himself, for the glory of Odiferous!" he cheered as Aladdin took another sip.

He set down the ladle and turned to Uncouthma. "Now on to my present. I'll be honest, I wasn't sure you'd care for it at first, but hearing that you'll have such a long, lonely winter ahead without your wife has convinced me that this is the perfect gift for you!" Aladdin gestured to one of the servants and within moments the liter appeared.

The Prince's face traveled up and down the carrier, big enough for either a regular woman or a lean male. It was covered not only with flowers, but curtains of blossoms, giving the outsider only the slightest view of someone inside, dressed in feminine cloths. "Aha Aladdin you dog! So this is how you've been traveling without fair Jasmine." He nudged Aladdin gentle with his elbow which resulted in the hero being knocked to the ground. "A concubine!"

"Not exactly." Aladdin amended, slowly sitting up. "True I've been...well accompanied…during my journey, but this one is quite difficult to maintain control over."

Uncouthma chuckled with the kind of humor only men share. "Oh feisty little filly!" he clapped his hands.

Aladdin grinned, and uncovered the chair.

Shock didn't really register well on Uncouthma's face. He looked something like an attentive bulldog, cocking his head to one side in an attempt to what he was seeing in front of him. "Ah…another of your odd Arabic customs." He said eventually, trying not to offend his guest.

"Something like that." Aladdin said. "This is no concubine Uncouthma. This man is Mozenrath, sorcerer of the Citadel and former Lord of the Land of the Black Sands." He gave the sorcerer a sly, almost devious smile as the pale man glared down at him with unparalleled hatred. "He was, until recently, quite a problem for Agrabah, always trying to come in and conquer our kingdom."

"An enemy of flimsy friend Aladdin? This will not do!" Uncouthma reached for his club, swinging it into his palm angrily. "Say so and I will dispatch this problematic sorcerer from my friend's hands."

A flash of fear from Mozenrath.

"Well see that's the problem." The new Sultan of Agrabah amended. "I need to make an impression on Agrabah, something that sets me apart from the previous sultans. I want to show the effect of a kinder, gentler ruler, who can change the way the laws are made." He realized that the subtlety wasn't working, and remembered the value of being blunt around the barbarians. "I've abolished the death penalty. So therefore I can't execute, or condone executing, Mozenrath."

"A problem to be sure." Uncouthma said, still fidgeting with his club.

"Not any more. Obviously we can't keep someone so dangerous in Agrabah, we're not able to control him. But you Uncouthma…" he switched to flattery. "If there is anyone in the world who could keep such a deadly and powerful man under control it would be you! Who else has such strength as to keep him under thumb?"

Uncouthma considered it for a moment, eyeing the pale, dark haired wizard. The man was sitting in the chair as if he were royalty, but at a closer look he was bound tightly by manacles at the hands, feet and neck. He was dressed, but just barely, the sheer pink and lavender fabric covering the essentials through layering as oppose to design. Jewelry was tossed about here and there, making the prize look more desirable.

"Is there…something wrong?" Aladdin said, worried that he might have offended Uncouthma.

"Not…at all…" the barbarian lord replied softly. However odd the present might seem, there was no question as to how lovely he was. "Why does he not speak?"

"We've had to use a silence spell on him off an on as a means of reprimanding his behavior." Aladdin admitted. "But I trust you can find ways of keeping him occupied?" the street rats smile was unquestionable in meaning and the giant man blushed. "But of course I can't expect you to want to keep him just from sight alone. Will tonight be cold?"

"Of course. Winter is almost here. It may even snow violently." The prince said, still locking eyes with the handsome young man.

"Perfect. Mozenrath will be put in your chambers right away. After you've seen just how wonderful his company can be, you can decide on whether or not to keep him as a bed warmer." Before Uncouthma could so much as stammer his indecision, Mozenrath was whisked away into the halls, a look of rebellion and murder etched on his face as he strove for some kind of dignity.

Mozenrath rubbed his wrists with silent discord while he waited in the barbarians bed chambers. If one could call these chambers. It looks more like an animal den. That was the closest he could come to describing his surroundings. There was a truly massive bed box set up and covered in yak and bear skins. Most of the wall art was primitive, though a piece here or there showed some kind of rudimentary formation or pattern. Horns hung everywhere with phallic precision, reminding him of what was soon to come.

Son of a bitch. When I get out of here I swear to Ahiramanos I will… Heavy foot steps outside the door broke his concentration and Mozenrath spun towards the sound. Oh gods no!

Uncouthma came in, red cheeked and obviously drunk. He did not seem to notice Mozenrath at first but stumbled past him, smiling and removing his cap to reveal a shock of red hair. The sorcerer sneered at his back side and headed for the open door.

"New bed slave. Come come here and let hic me see you!" Mozenrath froze and took a side step as he saw the dark eye looking at him. Uncouthma was inebriated, but in a good mood, and his discontent at receiving a male slave seemed to have dulled with the wines effect. Mozenrath had no choice, he couldn't escape if the big man was so aware of him. He came just close enough to be outside of the large man's reach, and stopped.

Uncouthma put a large thumb to his chin and looked him over carefully. "By Odin's beard I could easily mistake you for a woman. A frail woman, but still female." Mozenrath turned bright red in the cheeks, but didn't move. "It speaks to Aladdin's friendly character that you were not beheaded and so delivered a much kinder fate."

So says you, you mold smelling hairy behemoth. The spell was still in effect, he could not speak back. It was one of those annoying little things Aladdin had a way of figuring out about him. He was a very verbal person, so the inability to talk took away some of his resistance. If he could make a noise he would insult this fat, sloppy bastard until the man wouldn't throw him from the room, but with his speech cut…

"Oh I will not harm you pale friend!" Mozenrath had underestimated the man's reach and found a ham like fist enclosing his arm. He gasped as he was pulled forward into Uncouthma's lap, the giant prince putting an arm against his back side. "Such soft skin. Even Brawnhilda's, my lovely wife, is not so smooth." His inebriation had made him un-shy and Mozenrath felt the strong hand quickly go beneath his minimal clothing.

"Nah!" Mozenrath called out and brought his fists up against the broad, hairy chest. He couldn't form words, but he could make noises. It would have been completely pointless to bed down with a soundless doll. Besides, according to Aladdin, he made the best sex sounds.

But the barbarian's inebriated mind didn't bother with any resistance. Uncouthma pushed his hand into the man's crevasse, taking a firm, almost painful grip on Mozenrath taunt ass. "My my…" he hiccupped and pushed the smaller man close to him. "There may not be much of you, but what there is is very warm."

Too quickly, Uncouthma's finger found his tightness and Mozenrath bit his lower lip. He found some resolution and pushed with all his strength. Let it be said that if Uncouthma had really been holding on, Mozenrath wouldn't have made a difference. But he had been lax in defense, and Mozenrath managed to push himself away. He landed on the floor only a few feet away from the flummoxed barbarian. He didn't turn to see but kicked off the half dirt ground and ran for the wooden door frame.

His hands and Uncouthma's hit the frame at the same time. But where Mozenrath tried to pull it open, the meaty fist slammed it close with barely a tip. He rounded and was startled at the blue clarity of Uncouthma's eyes, hidden beneath a deep brown brow. He shook, mouth open for words that would not come.

"Why you run little bed warming wizard?" He said and placed a gentle but firm hand on Mozenrath shoulder. His fingers gripped a little too tightly and the sorcerer winced, turning his head away. The barbarian released, and brushed the locks of thick black hair out of his face. "Your hair is like butter." He said and to Mozenrath's surprise lifted it to his nose. "And it smells of vanilla crème." The prince chuckled softly. "We do not have many fine things here. It is nice to have something so pleasant around."

Despite his intense dislike of the situation, the pale sorcerer couldn't help but be flattered by the comment. He felt the calloused, strong hands run from his curls to the base of his skull. Uncouthma was undoubtedly trying to be gentle, but by nature he was intensely strong. Mozenrath was very aware by the pressure against the creaking door that this man could crack his skull with a single squeeze. He stayed very still, his breath the only noise.

"Oh…right…" Uncouthma said somewhat abashed and took a small bottle out of his pocket. "Friend Aladdin said this would let you speak again." He opened the cork and held the bottle up to him. "I will let you have it, but bed friend Mozenrath must promise not to misbehave." He said as if scolding a pet into good behavior." He finger pointed into Mozenrath's face. "Promise." He said reassuringly and Mozenrath nodded hesitantly.

His thumb touched Mozenrath's lower lip with surprising softness and tipped the strawberry smelling liquid into it. The sorcerer swallowed quickly, afraid it might be taken away from him before he could get the full dose. It coated his throat and tongue and he could feel his voice jump to be used again.

Uncouthma was looking down at him, smiling as though he expected to be thanked for his generosity.

Mozenrath gulped, and braced himself, the scent of sweat and strong male musk permeating his nostrils. "You are…without a doubt…carrying the most atrocious scent I have ever inhaled!"

To his shock Uncouthma seemed to swell with pride. "Ah yes! It is the pride of the Odiferan prince to have an odor so glorious it rivals the eldest of our herd. You are intrigued by it yes pale sorcerer?" He pushed in closer and Mozenrath had to fight not to retch. It was not that overpowering of a scent, not to someone used to it. Unfortunately for Mozenrath, he was used to bathing every day and coating his skin with fine oils and fragrances. He was even somewhat used to the feel of a hard, muscular male body above him in bed, brown eyes and a street rats smile watching as he moaned unwillingly into his conquest.

He was NOT used to being pressed against a common door frame by an extremely large…fat…hairy...positively ODORUS man! His very skin felt dirty from sharing the same breath and he was likely to say as much if Uncouthma had not taken him in one hand and lifted him up to the unshaven beard.

"You flatter me wizard." He said and grinned, showing off his strong teeth. "You should be careful. You may make me too eager to be careful with your small, female like body."

"Oh heavens I wouldn't want that." Mozenrath said with a deep, undercutting voice. "Am I to assume everything between the thighs matches the rest of you, or is the reason your kind get so big because you've all been made into eunuchs and your women mate with the bulls in the field?"

Uncouthma looked confused for a moment, if nothing else by the sheer wording of the statement. "Ah! You make commentary about my virility!" He said and sat Mozenrath down with a thump on the bed. Mozenrath lifted his arm in defense as he realized Uncouthma was removing his belt and pants. "Everything matches sorcerer. He said, tossing his tanned leather trousers on the bed. "Everything on an Odiferan man is a fierce and battle ready as the next!"

Mozenrath tried not to look down. He did not want to see it. He didn't even want it near him. If the rest of him was any gauge, than he defiantly did not want it inside his body. The prince was waiting, obviously proud and awaiting some sort of appraisal on his manhood. He peeked, and quickly assessed two things. One, Uncouthma was not circumcised. Two…no one on earth could actually be expected to fit something so…inhumanly large.

Uncouthma smiled at the widening eyes. "Impressed?"

Against his will…Mozenrath was very impressed and more than a little afraid.

Unfortunately he spent too much time looking at the member and not enough watching what the barbarian was doing. A strong, large hand pressed him to the bed, another lifted his rights leg into the air, revealing Mozenrath's shaft and perineum. The young wizard jolted into resistance. "Wait!" But the barbarian was not to be deterred.

Uncouthma found himself in a conundrum. (Which was difficult seeing as how he neither could spell nor knew the meaning of the word.) He was drunk and lonely, two conditions which his masculine state of mind knew only one way to handle. He had every intention upon entering the room of making good use of Aladdin's gift to him. Yet at the same time, he was fascinated by the pale man. Women in this part of the world were hearty folk like their men. Brawnhilda herself was buxom, wide hipped and large breasted. Her curves were a warm cushion for his need. But with Mozenrath he hardly knew how to begin his conquest.

Mozenrath was young and handsome, his body was shorter than Uncouthma's but at least a foot taller than Aladdin. Had he been shorter, the effect would not have been so dramatic, but as it was, his weight was distributed across such a slim frame that it made him look nearly more female than male. His hips and chest were curved outward much like a woman's, while his waist dipped inward, revealing a divot in his navel and a dark treasure trail of curly hair leading down to his pelvis.

As far as the young wizards manhood was concerned, it was of fair size in comparison to most males. It was thick and long, tinged with pink and pale tones like the rest of his creamy body. But compared to the barbarians it was undersized. If Mozenrath could have heard what Uncouthma was thinking he would have been insulted. The barbarian prince found his bed warmers cock cute.

Uncouthma pressed his hand to Mozenrath's manhood and stroked it tenderly with a single finger, fascinated at the texture of it. The sorcerer seemed so shocked he hardly knew how to react. "Amazing." The prince mumbled and held the thickness between his bulky thumb and forefinger. It was a comforting texture against his finger tips.

"Ss-s-stop…" Mozenrath weakly protested.

"You are a lovely creature no doubt." He said possibly the most eloquent sentence ever to pass his lips. He licked his lips in anticipation and his breath became heavy. "Come to me flimsy Mozenrath." He said and sat the man down on the yak fur rug. "I promise not to harm you if you behave."

Mozenrath grit his teeth in a horrified sneer as Uncouthma raised his cock in his hands. It hit him what the barbarian wanted from him. There was foreskin for the sake of all gods! That couldn't be clean! He started to pull away again, stuttering in protest and fear, but Uncouthma was becoming insistent. His meaty hand pressed through Mozenrath's thick curls and brought his cheek along side the massive male organ. From hilt to end the thing was longer than his head. Mozenrath shook desperately, his nails gripping the fabric under him.

"Come now…don't be shy. Aladdin exalted your talent with mouthing things. I would be most disappointed to find it untrue." Uncouthma strained to hear as Mozenrath mumbled something from between his thighs. "Eh?"

"Aladdin wasn't this big."

Uncouthma laughed, loudly, making his cock bob menacingly against the necromancer's lips. "Flattering fellow!" he said and pressed his manhood to Mozenrath hard. "We shall contest then? And you shall tell which, myself of flimsy friend Aladdin, you were better able to swallow."

"Nyuh-guck!" Mozenrath was forced to switch to his nose as Uncouthma won his was past the lips through force. The thick head spread his lips wide and enveloped the man's cheeks, the soft foreskin pulling back to reveal it better. The barbarian sighed in contentment and pushed Mozenrath's head down further, gritting his teeth passionately. "Mnuuh! Nuhah!" Mozenrath's muffled protests went unheard as the drunk Odiferan continued to pull him inward.

The ridges became more revealed, rubbing against the sorcerers lips and tongue. Wetness slipped from between his jaws and worked it's way down the cock. Uncouthma took his time, bobbing Mozenrath up and down, working his manhood in deeper and deeper with each press. "You are enjoying this no?" he said pleasantly, with no idea that Mozenrath was soon to suffer from lack of air.

But apparently Uncouthma had better sense in the bedroom than anywhere else. He stopped just short of taking the throat, giving Mozenrath just enough room to keep oxygen in his lungs. "Hnu hnu hnu!" Mozenrath made this sound every time the head touched dangerously near to his uvula.

Uncouthma did not move just as he received pleasure from Mozenrath's labors, but he continued to push with his masculine grimace, head back and chest rising and falling quicker and quicker. "Aladdin…is…no…liar!" he exclaimed as he gave a strong buck upward, causing Mozenrath's eyes to bulge in their sockets. "You're mouth is so wet and yielding!"

Mozenrath tried to move his tongue and progress the action, hoping to make the man come quickly. Perhaps he would be luck. Perhaps Uncouthma would faint like most men once they'd drunk too much. He closed his eyes and tried to picture something better, something to encourage himself to end this. The ridges pressed against his throat again and the head slipped down further. Air was cut off for a split second and restored before he could panic.

With a roar like thunder, Uncouthma came. Mozenrath had been taught to swallow every last drop as Aladdin's concubine. But this was impossible. It slipped from his lips, sliding down his chin as the barbarian continued to release himself on the sorcerer. The thick white seed spilled onto Mozenrath's hair and cheeks and chest, coating him beautifully in thin gossamer liquid. He froze, his sense of cleanliness disturbed to it's core.

As Uncouthma came down from the high of orgasm, he smiled happily, obviously thrilled to have had his release. "Here flimsy bed warmer! Such talent deserve ample rewards." He made to lift Mozenrath onto the bed, but something inside the necromancer snapped.

"Don't you lay a milk curdled hand on me you disgusting mud fed, back water, inbred yak mating infidel!" He screeched in a voice unlike his usual self. It was raw with shame and fear. The prince looked as though he'd been struck with a hammer for a brief moment, just long enough for Mozenrath to tear from the room, holding his face over his hands. His body felt dirty and misused. He ran through the hallways, trying to cover his frame from the eyes of the guards. In the end he didn't give a damn who saw him as long as he escaped.

His long legs and sense of fear carried him far past the simple huts and tribal marking of the Odiferan village. He knew he could not run forever. If Aladdin had truly given him to Uncouthma as a gift, the border spell had already been set up to keep him within the limits of the city. But the further he could run the longer it would take for him to be found. Beyond that he didn't give a damn.