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"Easy now. Easy." Aladdin warned, clasping a hand around Mozenrath's throat to bring him under control. There was a fine balance to keeping the necromancer from lashing out against him, but Aladdin felt he was getting better at managing it. "You keep riling yourself up like this and you'll only earn more punishment."

"I wasn't under the impression that I had to earn it!" Mozenrath kicked at him, thrashing in the man's grip to try and loosen his hold. It would do little good. He was tightly bound, and the private nook they had placed him in was well sealed. But he wouldn't let his pride go down that easy. "Filthy, perverted street rat. If your royal court knew what kind of things you get up to..."

"Pot calling the kettle black," Aladdin growled in his ear, tucking the restrained sorcerer against him. "Go on. Yell. Call for help. See who comes to rescue you." Mozenrath went hot, gritting his teeth as he shot Aladdin a venomous look. "See? That's the downside of not having any friends. When you get into trouble, you're utterly on your own. I know it might be hard to see it right now, but Jasmine and I are the only allies you have."

"HA! Oh, how could I be so blind! Yes of course you're my friends! I should be grateful for being captured, whipped, and tormented and locked in a freakish sex dungeon and and and...!"

"For once in your life shut up and listen," Aladdin warned him, turning the man to face the full-length mirror. "Look at yourself. Go on. Look!" he tightened enough to enforce control, bringing Mozenrath around to take in the sight of himself. "Naked, exposed, perhaps a bit bruised. And you really think that's the worst of what we're going to put you through? Oh pet, you don't get the predicament you've landed yourself in." Aladdin tugged on the thick black curls roughly. "One day, one session, one hour at a time, we are going to break you down. Every weakness, every urge is going to be found out and exposed to us until the very core of your need is laid bare. When we find it, I'm going to hold that urgency in the palm of my hand. I will squeeze down slow and make you beg for a moment of release to be allowed. You're going to plead for us Moze. You're going to howl, and sob, and cum on our command."

Mozenrath swallowed hard, cheeks going red as Aladdin rubbed down his stomach, those dark brown eyes watching his reflection in the mirror. He felt sure he would soon lose count of the days if this was how they meant to keep him. Mozenrath liked to think of himself as enduring, capable of taking whatever was thrown at him no matter the circumstances. But this little game of theirs was proving more of a challenge than he wanted to admit. How had he never seen this side of the hero before? How had it never shown till now? "Someone certainly thinks highly of himself." He growled bitterly, still wrestling with Aladdin’s hold.

"Not really. I know what I'm doing, that's all. Sweet pet, you don't know it yet, but you need this. The collar to hold you back, a hand to guide you..." Aladdin emphasized his point, looping his finger into the ring of the collar and giving it a hard yank to make the point clear. "A tight cage around that pretty cock to give you a taste of discipline. It's not all fun and games, Moze. But I promise you, you're safer here with us than you've ever been before."

"Don't try to offer me backhanded comforts!" He snarled, trying to ignore how those fingers were stroking him with the most tender and consoling of touches.

"You're shaking," Aladdin told him, and Mozenrath turned his head away from the mirror so he wouldn't see the way he trembled in fear. "We're not here to hurt you, Moze. You are in no danger from Jasmine or I. But we are going to strip away everything you thought you needed and replace it with the one thing you've never gotten. The attention you deserve."

"And you think this is what I want? This kind of twisted..."

"I never said it's what you want." Aladdin cut him off before he could start flinging more insults. "I said it's what you need. You think nobody can see it but it's so very obvious how lonely you are. Every time you attack Agrabah in your grandstanding manner it seems so arbitrary. You aren't focused on conquest, you're focused on getting all eyes on you. You make a big display, throw in a heavy bit of drama. You hunger to have the awe of everyone surrounding you like armor you can hide in." The hero began to kiss his neck slowly, every touch of the lips a reminder to the man of how vulnerable he was in the moment. Mozenrath squirmed under the press to his clavicle, an unwelcome tingle crawling up through his skin. "You can't hide here, Moze. Not from us."

"You slinking rat." He snarled under his breath, his body going ramrod straight as Aladdin caressed his ass, feeling the curve of it till he could find a good grip. "Get your hands off me! I've had enough of this!"

"Clearly not." Aladdin squeezed tight before releasing to give the cheeks a harsh pop. "So perhaps we should see how you define 'enough, pet." Aladdin took the leash, yanking Mozenrath around and leaving the man to stumble after him like an unruly dog. "Come on. That's a good pet." Aladdin laughed as the insults rained down, Mozenrath too frantic to be as glib as he usually was. The hero hauled him over to a stool, taking a seat and dragging Mozenrath down until the poor thing lay across his lap, ass exposed and neatly propped up for whatever devilish thing Aladdin decided to subject him to. "Lovely. I think you need something bracing to begin the day with. A reminder of what can come if you can't be bothered to behave yourself."

"You think I can't take it? Don't be a fool! I've born the whippings and belts so far. You won't make me break open that easily."

"Oh, I know. That's why cute as it is, I'm not after your ass today." Aladdin stroked down between the man's thighs, digging his hand into the divide as Mozenrath squirmed and fought back against his pursuit. There was a stunned bleat as the man found what he was after, tucking Mozenrath's balls into his palm and tugging them firmly until they rested against the pale thighs.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"You lost the ability to make demands, Moze," Aladdin warned him, tucking his fingers around the base and pulling firmly until they formed a neat, round sac.

Mozenrath bit his lip, trying not to give any sounds to his tormentor if he could manage it. That did not mean he couldn't feel the intense drag of his skin, the clench boring into his pelvis as he was manipulated into the package Aladdin desired! His resolve held until a poignant snap sent a cracking twang into his body, and the sorcerer cried out, his balls now clasped in a tight leather ring that forced them to remain full and alert. "Take it off! Take that wretched thing off me this instant!"

"Mouthy and demanding." Aladdin sighed in a mocking tone. "I'm sure we can fix that." He held Mozenrath by the scruff, implementing an effective means of keeping him still. The man hummed to himself pleasantly, rubbing his thumb over the swollen balls with enough force to make his captive plaything wince. He took his sweet time, pushing here and there, watching the muscles tense and strain as the poor creature tried to hide his discomfort. He gave the sac a firm squeeze, holding it taunt away from the body until Mozenrath finally yelped aloud, revealing how tender he was becoming. "There. That's just about right." Aladdin released, confident that the redness of his flesh was about to get so much worse. "Deep breath, pet. This is going to sting."

Mozenrath didn't get the chance to prepare himself as the first hard slap bounced against his exposed balls, driving a jolt of pain right up through his midsection! He swallowed the howl of pain, but there was no time to keep the next from drawing a shrill yowl out of his throat.

Aladdin did not pause. Another strike fell and left Mozenrath reeling! As the hero fell into a rhythm with his smacks, Aladdin began to talk to him again, that voice drawing into a low, husky tone to keep Moze lulled into submission. "Looking down at you like this, pet, it's almost like you were made to suffer for your own desire. You can protest and scream your head off all you want, but if you knew how your body arched towards me, how your cries sound almost like a climax, you might think differently." He raised his hand back and gave a hard slap that left red fingerprints on Mozenrath's sac and thighs, the sorcerer wailing aloud as the sharpness invaded his senses. "It's got to be difficult on you. But it doesn't need to remain that way. The sooner you realize how bad you need this, the sooner you can start to find the sweetness in it."

"FUCK! OFF!" Mozenrath shrieked back, the next few pops coming down swift and mind-numbingly deep.

"Tch. Clearly not yet." Aladdin teased, giving the now swollen and red testicles another hard grip, tugging them firmly away from the body. He adored the way Mozenrath strained to keep himself from revealing everything, his whole body given over to the willful shuddering as he took the grasp. Aladdin pulled out a small cane, no more than 10 in or so, and tapped the heft of the sac. "Maybe I’m not getting through to you yet. Let’s move on to something a bit more memorable.”

The whipping connection drew into a new arena of pain, and Mozenrath's breath got stuck in the back of his throat. His eyes widened, his mouth fell agape, and Aladdin's hold became the only thing keeping him from wriggling off the lap! He whined out through his teeth, bottom lip trembling as another blow stole pride from him.

"Hmm. That seems to get a rise out of you." Aladdin stroked down, feeling the cage and keenly aware of how Mozenrath's prick was struggling to lift and failing miserably. "Or at least as much as it can." He gave another succession of pops, each one causing the poor creature to twitch and jerk in his hold. "You're doing wonderfully. A few more rounds I think..."

"Rounds!?" The sorcerer bleated in desperation.

Aladdin laughed richly, running his fingers through the dense curls and offering a moment of comfort to the cruelty. "You didn't think I'd make it easy, did you? What happened to all that bravado? All that confidence? Or maybe that's just another way you protect yourself from being found out."

"F-found out? I don't...I don't understand!" Mozenrath admitted, all his mental focus going towards baring this new punishment.

"You will. Things like this take time." Aladdin told him with a voice of real empathy. "It's hard to have someone else see you when you're not ready. To realize you don't know yourself as well as you think you do. Believe me when I tell you I didn't take it so well myself."

"You what?" Mozenrath turned his head about, staring at the man with shock in his glistening eyes.

"Maybe if you can show me that you deserve a little trust, I'll tell you. But right now you need to trust me first." He pushed Mozenrath back down for another volley, drawing a tight sob from the man's lips as he left welted lines against the tightened sac. Every strike hammered in the reality that this would not end until Mozenrath realized he had no control left. The truth dawned on him slowly, little by little until Mozenrath ceased his futile attempts at struggling. He lay there against the hero’s lap, trembling softly as he finally realized he could not get free of this without Aladdin’s permission. "There we are. Much better." He stroked the man's back with the tips of his fingers, giving him the time needed to ease himself into it, and watched the tension go out of his body. His eyes were limpid, staring off into the distance even as tears trickled from them. His cheeks were brightly flushed and glistening with sweat as the dark ringlets clung to his scalp. Aladdin smiled. “You look beautiful.”

"...i...h-hate...you." Mozenrath gasps through his own sobs, staring at the fabric of the stool and throbbing.

"Get ready to hate me more," Aladdin warned, tucking the balls to his palm and deftly working his fingers in against the band. "Do. Not. Move." He ordered and slowly stretched the ring open to remove it.

Mozenrath immediately disobeyed! Not that he meant to, but given the situations, he couldn't help himself. The sudden release of the band took all the burning pain and ragged sharpness from the abuse of his balls and delivered it in a single dose all the way up through his pelvis, deep into the core of his belly. He shoved his face into the cushion and screamed so loud that his entire body shook, the roaring wail finally culminating in the patter of sobs as he began to cry again. Aladdin had to hold onto him tightly to keep him from slipping off as the poor thing thrashed and kicked, trying to disperse this wracking pain.

"Easy. Easy there now."

Mozenrath just screamed again more from anger than distress, barely muffled by the cushions as the pain drug itself out into his limbs and began to die down. His mind went blank, all thoughts vanished from him and he felt dizzy to the point of the world swimming before his eyes! That wasn't fair! He'd taken so much worse in devoting himself to sorcery and necromancy, putting his body through years of physical torment to gain power! How dare this be so undoing to him!

"Shuuu." Aladdin offered, stroking him back again. "Shush now. You did wonderfully. I know it was difficult. But the good news is now you get rewarded for your efforts."

The words didn't connect until Mozenrath felt the cool trickling of oil dive between his ass cheeks, pooling up as Aladdin took two fingers and tucked them into the pink crest of his hole. He opened his mouth, unsure what he was going to say. But the press won, and Aladdin moved quickly to curb his resistance. The crook of his touch found the prostate easily and keenly manipulated it to his advantage. Mozenrath was stunned by the newness of this touch and the awareness of his body seeking out any offered relief from pain. It cared little for his rankled pride and did not allow for refusal! As Aladdin's fingers drew in and out of him, cajoling his body into obedience. Mozenrath's muscles became sluggish, and he sunk into the control that grounded him here. His pupils dilated as he was stubbornly milked, the tightness of his ass relenting as it began to pucker. Before he was even aware of what he was doing, the sorcerer had begun to rock back and forth into the sensation, hungry for the promised reward.

Aladdin watched and waited, petting the dark hair as he drew out the need for as long as he could. "See? Isn't that much better?" He caressed inside, finding the node within and pushing up against it, rolling his fingers in little circles. "When you behave yourself, when you let go of everything you pretend to be, you get something in return," Aladdin spoke with a more gentle tone now, giving him consolation through it all. "Jasmine told me something the other day. She said it had been far too long since someone had offered you affection, if ever at all. The way you need attention so much that you resent it is pretty telling. So I want you to remember this, whenever you start hating us for putting a collar on you; is it me you resent, or do you just loathe how much you need the collar?"

Mozenrath couldn't answer back even if he wanted to. His lashes fluttered and he shook his head, perhaps not ready to understand and risk admitting the truth to himself. He kept moving in time with the touch, a low and wanton moan escaping his opened lips. The kindly pressure began to build up, overtaking the throbbing in his muscles. As it did, Moze had no choice but to lose to it utterly, clinging to the hold it maintained over him. He threw his hips back, silently begging for more, panting into the cushion. He whined as if singing, his bound hands clawing at the air behind his back!

"You're close," Aladdin whispered, and Mozenrath answered with a bleary cry of protest. "Go ahead. Cum if you can. Let it all out. And when you do, remember who gave it to you."

"E-ego-tistic-al--ouhhhfuck!" Mozenrath's eyes rolled back, the verge of orgasm sitting right there within his reach, a reward for everything he'd endured. He didn't get to make a choice, he did not get to deny it or hold back from the edge out of spite. It just took him, and his thighs quivered beautifully as the warm pool in his belly spilled forward. Mozenrath humped Aladdin’s lap and came, the orgasm blurring his brain and throttling his senses. His strained cock built from a dribble into a heated shot of cum spurting out from the metal cage, cooling beneath him. He went limp in the man's lap, panting heavily as the fingers withdrew and his climax throbbed down to a dull roar before passing. The rough tension of his cock eased as it began to go flaccid, lying comfortably in the cage once more.

"Beautiful," Aladdin whispered to him, letting everything cool down until it stabilized. "Absolutely beautiful, Moze."

Mozenrath turned his face away and started weeping. There was a difference between the wracked sobs of direct pain and the desperate weeping of someone who felt their veneer of confidence crack for the first time. This was the latter. He was so consumed with it that he didn't notice when Aladdin undid the ropes and drew him into an embrace, holding him tightly and letting Mozenrath sob as loud as he wanted to against his chest. No mocking words came forward. No teasing or reminder of how exposed he was. Just strong arms wrapped around him, supporting him, letting him be small for as long as he needed. Spite built up in his gut and Mozenrath was sure he had never felt so much raw fury for someone in his entire life. But he did not move away or try to stop it. He breathed in the scent of Aladdin's skin and refused to deny himself what he needed at the moment.

"When you're ready, we're going to get you cleaned up," Aladdin told him in a reassuring tone. "I'll bring some food in for us, and if you'd like we can do a massage." He waited for a response, the man in his arms eventually nodding as if half asleep. "There's no rush, pet. We've got all the time in the world."

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Three Months Ago…

Smoke rose form the poverty stricken districts of Agrabah in great plumes of gray and black. People were running with what they could carry, be it belongings or offspring, to avoid the blaze as it traveled quickly from one ramshackle apartment to another. There was plenty of fuel to keep the fire going for some time, perhaps even spreading outwards to take in more of the city if it was not quickly doused. That task in particular was proving more difficult to manage, especially given the fact that this fire was magical in nature. The blue-green flames licked at every surface, refusing all attempts to be put out. The guards had switched their focus to just evacuating people from the area instead of trying to contain the chaos.

All in all, Mozenrath felt it had been a fairly satisfying morning.

He took in the sight with a wiry grin, clenching his gauntlet into a fist as he enjoyed the panic he had caused with the same eyes as a painter admiring their latest work. A rush of air caught his ears and Mozenrath turned, looking up in the sky to see the hero approaching on his magic carpet, right on time. “Ahh. I was wondering how long it would take for you to show up.” He gestured towards the city ablaze with a twisted expression. “What do you think? A bit crude perhaps but I believe it got your attention.”

“Genie, go make sure the buildings are clear and see what you can do about the fire!” Aladdin yelled to his blue friend, the djinn doing a quick salute before diving down into the chaos. The young man turned towards the gloating sorcerer with a scrunched expression, eyes full of rankled frustration. “I’ll deal with Mozenrath.”

“Oh you’ll deal with me, will you?” He extended his palm, the flames renewing from within the flow of his power, prepared to incinerate a new victim. “How is it you always think it’s going to be over?” Mozenrath flung the magic forward, Aladdin tucking his woven friend to one side to avoid the blast. “Your methods for dealing with an issue are sorely lacking, streetrat.”

“I’ve noticed!” He snarled back, jumping off the side and tucking into a roll so he could land safely on the roof. “Carpet get out of here! You’re flammable!”

“And you’re not?” Mozenrath redirected the flames, aiming for Aladdin as he kept the streetrat at a distance. Aside from the general destruction, the younger man was his real goal. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to find my gauntlet again?” He roared, a wave of raw power arching through the air as Aladdin managed to get behind a pillar. It caught fire immediately, the flames seeming to have a mind of their own as they expanded outwards through the dry wood and after him.

“How is that their fault?” Aladdin answered back, thinking of the people who were now trying to escape the havoc. He rushed from the hiding spot, moving to the next area of cover as he tried to work his way inward to the sorcerer. “You wanna fight me all you have to do is show up! Why do you keep putting the lives of others at risk for this?”

“I like to think of it as entertainment. Don’t I deserve a little joy in my life?” Mozenrath laughed, grimacing as he inhaled some of the fumes. He needed to get off this building and pull the fight to somewhere less toxic. He refocused his energy, pulling open a tear and splitting the air so he could move further back. Aladdin would catch up to him soon enough and they could finish this would worrying about interference from the djinn or his princess.

Just as he set foot into the portal, a force hit him from behind, launching him forward as Mozenrath let out a pained ‘oomph' and the two of them tumbled through. He lost his focus, catching sight of Aladdin as they spiraled out of control through the tunnel of blue and red. The sorcerer hissed through his teeth, gathering his will and reaching out for an anchor point that he could latch onto. He split a portal exit, not caring where they would come out provided there was somewhere to land. The two men came tumbling out from the gap, rolling onto a floor covered in dust and debris. Mozenrath coughed, getting up on his hands and knees with the intention of starting the fight anew.

Just like that, Aladdin was on him, grabbing his gloved hand and wrenching it behind his back. Mozenrath fired off, but the hero swerved to the side and narrowly avoided being caught in the blast! He twisted the arm up hard, Mozenrath bleating out a surprised cry as sharp pain climbed up through him. Aladdin grabbed the leather at the fingers and tugged it off quickly, throwing the gauntlet across the room.

“NO!” Mozenrath slammed his foot back, catching Aladdin across the knee. The hero yelped and almost let go, giving him a chance to scuttle across the floor after his weapon. Aladdin grabbed him by the ankle, tugging him back just before Moze could grab the magical device. “Let go of me, streetrat!”

“You know…” Aladdin growled through clenched teeth. “I’m getting really tired of everyone using that as an insult!” He wrestled with the necromancer, the two of them covered in dirt and dust as they rolled on the floor, trying to get the upper hand. “And I’m getting really, really tired of spending half my week dealing with the trouble you and every other self-important bad guy with delusions of grandeur decides to bring my way!” He managed to get on top, pinning Mozenrath with his face to the wooden floor, one dark eye glaring back at him full of venom. “This week alone I have dealt with Mechanicles, Abis Mal, another scheme from the Nefir and his imps, and the Al-Muddi.” He shoved Mozenrath down with force, holding him down as the man struggled in his grip. “And my patience is about worn out!”

“You know it isn’t as if we coordinate this!” Mozenrath snapped back, trying to wriggle loose from under him. “What you think you’re important enough that we have meetings to iron out scheduling conflicts? You want fewer problems, have fewer enemies.” He said with a vicious look, jerking a hand free and grabbing Aladdin’s arm. He was not utterly powerless without his gauntlet, and he railed through the man with a nasty shock of power that crackled through him. Aladdin yelled, grabbing the injured arm, and Mozenrath seized his advantage, turning enough to squirm loose and head for the gauntlet again.

“I’m starting to think you have a point.” The hero admitted grimly and got to his feet, grabbing Mozenrath by the shoulder.

“Don’t touch me you filthy…” Mozenrath blanked when he saw the fist headed towards him. It made a solid connection against the side of his head, the world blurring as he stumbled off the side. He saw Aladdin grab the gauntlet. “No!”

“Alright. We’re done with this.” The younger man tucked the gauntlet away into his vest. Aladdin’s tone turned strict, and he looked around until he found a length of rope. “Maybe it’s time I switched tactics.”

“Don’t you dare!” Mozenrath fought him, trying to grab for the man’s vest and get ahold of his glove. He twisted around, making himself as difficult to wrangle as possible, but Aladdin was just a bit faster. “I will not sit here and be trussed up like a duck for dinner!”

“For once can you just shut up?” Aladdin hauled the man’s arms back, forming a loop with the rope and catching his wrist. He worked quickly, binding the man with clever knots and tying it tightly enough to keep him in place. He let go of the man, convinced he was secure enough for the moment, and wiped his brow, letting out a relieved sigh.

Mozenrath snarled on the floor, trying to get himself loose from the binds. When that failed, he gathered his pride, refusing to thrash about like a fish on the docks for anyone's amusement. “What now, hero? That blaze is still going and in a few short hours your whole city will follow.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. It’s going to take time to repair, that much is true. But we’ve dealt with plenty of elemental fires and enchanted blazes before. Genie knows how to stop it.” Aladdin sat down for a moment, crossing his arms as he took in the sight of Mozenrath. His dark brown eyes were keen and calculating, and Mozenrath got a bad feeling that the hero was debating something. “And Agrabah is used to attacks like this. The people know how to get clear of the area quickly and where to gather. You caused a lot of trouble Moze, but nothing we can’t handle. Sorry, but it sounds like you wasted your weekend.”

“You son of a disease-ridden jackal.” He scowled, feeling a bit foolish in defeat.

“Did you even come in here with a plan this time or was this just a petty revenge attack?” Aladdin asked as if truly curious. “Really, it’s not like you to do something without a goal in mind. Are you losing your touch?”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Aladdin pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned softly. “See, that's what I’m about done with. ‘I’ll get you next time, Aladdin!’ Or, ‘Next time you won’t be so lucky!’. Or my personal favorite! ‘We’ll see who has the last laugh, streetrat!’.” He said, doing a pretty good impression overall of the villainous voices he dealt with on a regular basis. “Things are changing, Mozenrath. You remember that time you said I was ‘playing the hero’?”

Mozenrath frowned, not answering but remember the moment on Dagger Rock quite clearly.

“Well no offense but I’m done playing. So let’s see if a change of pace will get the point across.” He walked forward, hauling the man up by the ropes and marching him towards the stairwell.

“Oh my. The hero has a dark side. Do you really expect to frighten me, Aladdin?” He laughed mirthlessly, looking out the windows with curiosity as they passed. They were still in Agrabah, just another section of it, though he could see the flames had died down in the distance. It seemed Aladdin was right. His Genie had a handle on things.

“I’m not trying to frighten anyone. But this time I’m going to teach you a lesson. Hopefully, one that lasts.” He opened the door, the bright sunlight flooding in with an angry inflection.

Mozenrath blinked, the man pulling him out into the streets. The sorcerer pinched his lips shut as he realized they were close to a neighborhood center, a large well in the middle a gathering place for those who had to flee from his destruction. He pulled back as he realized Aladdin was taking him directly towards the crowd. That couldn’t be good! He generally avoided dealing with the rabble on a one-on-one basis, but all it took was a few people to catch sight of him for Mozenrath to see they recognized his face.

“It’s him!”

“It’s that necromancer! He started the fires!”

Within seconds the throng on onlookers was crying out for blood, a few of them bold enough to reach for him and deliver punishment themselves! Mozenrath winced as someone smacked him across the back of the head. Someone began throwing food, and he made a disgusted face as a few of them proved to have better aim, leaving splattered remains across his fine clothing. Aladdin yelled out, calling a halt to it as he cut a path towards a small wooden parapet. Mozenrath resisted as he was shoved up the stairs, growling at being manhandled but unwilling to make a break for it. He was no fool. Aladdin was the only thing keeping the crowd from tearing him apart right now!

As they got up on the stage, Mozenrath frowned. It looked like this was used for selling livestock, a few small cages used for fowl were stacked up, along with an old rug and a small pillar with a metal ring through it where larger animals could be tethered as the bidding happened. Aladdin tugged him over to the post, shoving him forward so the crowd could see him. “What are you playing at, hero?” He asked, trying to keep a note of fear out of his voice.

“Weren’t you listening?” He told the sorcerer, undoing his binds. “I’m done playing.”

Mozenrath looked for an escape route, but the people were gathering quickly around them, getting uncomfortably close to the stage. They were after justice or barring that, would settle for vengeance. And seemed very interested in how their future sultan meant to provide it. Aladdin left his wrists bound, switching his position so Mozenrath was face to face with the pillar, arms being hauled up towards the ring. “What are you….Aladdin!” He roared and was ignored. Aladdin grabbed the metal ring and slipped the rope through it, hauling back so Mozenrath was forced up onto the balls of his feet. He was left stretched out and easily exposed to any attack that might come! What was Aladdin going to do? Surely he wouldn’t let these peasants loose on him, would he? Mozenrath pulled at his ropes as best he could, but he couldn’t muster anything powerful enough to burn through them. The living fire and the portal mishap had drained his personal reserve, and he couldn't draw on more without the gauntlet.

“Believe it or not I’m probably saving your life,” Aladdin said in his ear and held up a hand to get the people's attention. He left Mozenrath danging there as he took a few steps towards the edge of the stage. “I know you’ve all had a very difficult day. But I’m glad to see so many of you are alive and well right now, no thanks to the man behind me.” The yelling started up again, and Aladdin nodded. “I take it you all know who he is then?”

“He burned my home down!”

“My whole store is gone! Years of work burnt to ash!”

Mozenrath gulped, determined to keep composure and not let the growing dread reflect in his face. How was this going to play out? Was he going to be imprisoned? He despised sitting here on display like this as if he were a beast bound for a pen. It was humiliating!

“I know. But the fires are dying down. My friends and I will work hard with the palace to make sure your homes are rebuilt. And I’m sure Mozenrath here…” He had to pause from the boos that cascaded down over the stage. “...will happily contribute some of his town gold to help replace what was lost,” Aladdin added with a cheeky grin back at him. Mozenrath bared his teeth as if nothing would make him happier than to tear out Aladdin’s throat then and there. But it was probably best not to protest right now. Aladdin was only one man, and if these people decided to rush the stage there would be no fighting them off. “But for now, I think you’re all owed a little bit of justice, right?”

Mozenrath’s stomach twisted into knots as he heard the furious cries turn to jeering agreement. His eyes were glued to Aladdin while the man walked over to the crates and boxes, searching through them until he found what he was looking for. He drew up a thick leather strap, the kind used for making a harness for animals, and folded it over in his palm, giving it a quick snap to ensure it was still supple. At first, Mozenrath didn’t draw a connection. He could only stand there, balancing on the edge of his feet, yanking at the rope as Aladdin drew closer to him and the gathered masses cheered expectantly.

“Hold the pillar and brace yourself.” Aladdin advised.

“What?” Mozenrath asked him in a flat tone, still not getting it.

“Hold the pillar…” Aladdin pushed him up against the wood so he could grip it with his fingers. He laid the flat of the belt up against Mozenrath’s ass and took aim. “and brace yourself.”

Panic flooded him in an instant. Aladdin couldn’t possibly be serious! “Wait!”

The first blow took him hard, the resounding crack echoing out to the cheers of the crowd. Mozenrath dug his fingers into the wood and pressed his lips together with all he had as sharp pain traveled up through him. Aladdin let the burn of it linger for a moment before he let another fly, his aim on point as it landed into the crest of the sorcerer's ass. Mozenrath swallowed his own howl, tendrils of the blow spreading out across his body with an unexpected ferocity! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the hero winding up for another and he danced on his tiptoes, trying to avoid taking it.

Aladdin halted, placing a hand on the small of his back to hold him in place. The crowd was clapping and shouting out insults, urging the vengeful sport to continue. “It’s best if you stay put.” he instructed, and Mozenrath flashed him a look of vitriol that would have killed a lesser man. Aladdin smiled, his dark brown eyes tinged with a bit of sympathy. But his meaning was clear.

You did this to yourself.

Mozenrath was torn between the burning fury in his belly and the resounding clarity of the belt as it landed on him again and again. He clawed at the pillar, pride alone standing between him and shrieking like a fool! Aladdin continued the punishment, knowing right where to strike, keeping the blows across the fat of the sorcerer's ass or the crest of his thighs. Even though his clothing it hurt in a way Mozenrath had never experienced before. He knew the hollow ache of the dark void where necromancers ventured. He knew the blinding thrash of light that came when arcane forces invaded his body. He knew the whipping confusion that ruled the realm of nightmares. This was different. This was the all too real force of being robbed of all pride through public humiliation. Another crack broke through his defenses and Mozenrath could not hold back the shriek that bubbled out through his lips! It only gave the people what they wanted! They were cheering now in earnest, clapping and egging it on as Aladdin struck him over and over, Mozenrath leaving marks on the wood as his bone hand scratched down it!

“Another! Another!”

“Give him what he deserves!”

“Make him pay for what he’s done!”

Aladdin didn’t seem to be listening to them. In fact, if Mozenrath had any clarity to observe with, he would have noticed that all of the hero’s focus was on his captured nemesis. He was not flinging the strap about with wild abandon. He was pausing, taking careful aim, ensuring he did not let a blow land anywhere that would cause lasting damage. When Mozenrath finally lost his self-control and began to thrash, Aladdin waited. He let the sorcerer tire himself out before reaching forward, guiding his hands back to the post, and putting a palm against his back to keep him in place. It’s as if the two of them were in a bubble, in which others could observe but not interfere. When Mozenrath slipped, body jerking down so that he was practically hanging from the ring, Aladdin slid up behind him and helped the man get back up. “We’re almost done. A little more. You’re doing better than you think.”

Mozenrath had been ready to spit bile, perhaps even risk everything by biting the man just to show he would not be so easily reduced. But Aladdin’s hands laid on his waist, lifting him up gently so he could touch the ring again. His cheeks went red and a strange, utterly foreign warmth settled like a pool in his belly as the man held him there until he could find his footing once more. He breathed out, a tingling following from the point where the man had touched. The whole experience lasted less than a few seconds, but it left Mozenrath desperately uncomfortable. Almost as if his skin was on too tight. He was nearly grateful for another lash of the belt that returned him to the state of anger he could understand. He could hear every single cry and insult being lobbed at him by the peasants who watched this abject display of his suffering. Punished like some common thief, like an undisciplined dog in front of the public he’d worked so hard to stoke fear from. That hurt more than the beating his ass took.

The hero kept it up until the crowd seemed satisfied that some measure of comeuppance had been achieved. He put the belt down once the man before him had fallen silent, leaning onto the wooden pole and trembling in meek compliance. “I think he’s had enough!” Aladdin called out and the crowd was a mixture of urges for the walloping to continue and claps that showed they had been sated. So much of the time they never got to see the aftermath of what happened when these rogues and villains attacked. It was gratifying to know at least this one had been given a long-overdue lesson in humility.

As the people realized the show was over, Aladdin went to release the man, undoing the ropes from the metal ring and moving fast to wrap an arm around his waist as Mozenrath slumped down to the platform. “I suppose I could try arresting you. But we both know you’d break out of the dungeons. Besides, I don’t like the idea of you hanging around Agrabah long enough to cause trouble again.” He asserted, a bit surprised when Mozenrath did not respond with some pithy and insulting comment. Maybe that was good. Maybe the sorcerer had finally gotten the point to back off and leave them alone. Aladdin put a hand on his shoulder, intending to make the sorcerer turn to face him.

He frozen, stunned by the open, pink-faced creature kneeling there with tear streaks running down his cheeks. There was such brutal fire in those dark eyes that Aladdin almost didn’t catch the most surprising aspect that his method had left behind. As he reached to help the man up, Mozenrath shoved away, and his legs spread open to show the hard arch of a cock forcing the fabric to tent between his thighs. Aladdin hesitated, sucking in a harsh breath as he realized what he was looking at. Mozenrath ducked his head, closing his knees together and scowling hatefully.

“...Moze.” Aladdin whispered softly, eyes wide with an utterly dumbfounded realization.

He took the chance while he had it! The sorcerer flung himself forward, slamming into Aladdin and crashing the both of them back into the chicken crates. He dug a hand into the man’s shirt and hauled out his gauntlet, slipping his fingers into it and stumbling back. As the people around them yelled that he was getting away, Mozenrath didn’t spare a thought for vengeance. He tore through the haze of blistering sensations and threw himself into a portal, keeping his sense of purpose long enough to close the way behind him and come out the other side, landing hard on the cold floor of his Citadel.

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Two weeks later...

“You know, my first thought on the whole debacle was...Hey, maybe it was an accident.” Aladdin gestured in an off-the-cuff manner, perhaps trying to make a joke and keep the mood of the room light. “Emotions were running high. We were both on edge. I thought it was just an unexpected turn of events. You would slink off for a while to lick your wounds and leave us in peace for a couple of months like you usually do.” He brushed his hair back, pacing across the floor as he got his thoughts together. “But then, not two weeks later, and here you are.”

Mozenrath did not respond. His face was a frozen mask of sheer, unrelenting fury as he locked eyes with the streetrat above him.

“Which leads me to believe one of two things. Either one: you didn’t learn your lesson last time and you’re just going to keep being a threat. Or two: you learned something, but maybe not quite what you were expecting.” A shy, crooked grin rolled across his mouth, and Aladdin bit his lower lip as he approached. He knelt down so he could be face to face with the sorcerer. “So would you like to enlighten me as to which is true?”

The sorcerer didn’t say a single, damned word. In part, he didn’t trust himself to say anything that wouldn’t just get him into far worse trouble than he was already in if that was even possible. At the same time, he couldn’t think of anything to say that would save his pride from this despicable position. The front half of his body from the waist up jutted out from the wall, the portal trap still warbling at the fixed point he had tried to exit through. His other half was a mere two inches away on the opposite side, the spell enforcing its hold and refusing to allow him to cross. He had his feet on the ground at least, but all that did was force him to keep them spread so he could remain balanced. It had taken Aladdin all of ten seconds to get his arms behind his back push them back into the trap, the portal opening enough to clasp his wrists and keep his body arched forward. All in all, he looked like a mounted trophy.

Aladdin sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he looked into those dark, furious eyes. “I mean if you don’t want to have this discussion we can always recreate the experience…”

“No!” Mozenrath belted out, resenting himself for breaking so easily. “No. Just…” he growled, shaking his head as he realized this poorly planned little heist was over and done with. “Get me out of this, streetrat. I’ve had enough of this insanity for one day.”

“Oh, I see how it is. You break into the palace, assault five guards, break into our private rooms, destroy multiple valuable treasures just to get your hands on this…” He lifted up the item in question. It looked like no more than a simple lantern with some old, battered filigree along the edges of it. But the moment he gave it a little shake the green glass began to light from within, a dark and terrible miasma swirling in the depths. “And I’m just supposed to let you slide without some kind of punishment for all this trouble?”

“I will not submit to another public beating for your amusement!” He roared back, thrashing in the trap once more until Aladdin wrangled a hand into his curls and pulled the sorcerer’s head up, getting him under control. “I am not going to be a figure of debasement for your plebeian masses to mock!”

“If that’s your biggest issue I have no problems keeping this private,” Aladdin said in a low tone, letting go of the man’s hair as Moznerath stared at him in shock. The younger man laughed with a soft inflection, taking in the way his captive was looking at him with such confusion. “Moze, relax. It’s okay.”

“The hell it is!” His snarling tone bouncing off the walls.

“The palace is a pretty busy place, Moze. If you keep screaming like that, someone is bound to hear. A guard, a servant.” Aladdin reminded him with a touch of firmness.

The point hit home. The public flogging had been one incident, but if another hit then it was sure to get around. A sorcerer's reputation was built on being a credible threat. Lacking the respect of your peers could open one up to all sorts of problems, mainly other mages seeking out what you had for themselves. Mozenrath came to the ugly realization that he was, for better or worse, caught until Aladdin dictated otherwise. “If you’re going to give me another beating just get it over with. I do have other plans for the day.”

“Sure you do. But I made a promise to someone.” Aladdin stood, dusting off his hands as he looked around the room. The palace had a royal treasury, but highly powerful magical items weren’t something you left lying around with common gold and gemstones. Over the years they had gotten wise and started putting things away in secret holds, cloistered in the last place anybody would ever look. It had been Genie’s idea to make the portal trap. That was they could find out who was dipping their hands in the proverbial cookie jar. But the rest of the room was little more than additional storage space, covered in dust and spiderwebs in the corners. Aladdin poked around amid the shelves until he found what he was after, returning with two clean rags. “Open your mouth.”

“I will not! What do you expect to gag me with a couple of filthy…!”

“They’re clean. Giving you dirty ones would just be insulting.” Aladdin insisted and Mozenrath snapped at him like an unruly dog when he reached. “You’re determined to make this difficult, aren’t you?” He moved to the side, the captive necromancer twisting as best he could and failing. Aladdin came in behind him, pushing his hand into the thick black curls and wrenching the man back by his hair. With his other hand, he balled up one of the cloths tightly as Mozenrath tossed his head back and forth, trying to pull free. The hero wrangled with him until he decided to do what was needed and twisted the man’s hair just enough to make it hurt.

“Ahha-urgggumph!” Mozenrath’s mouth was filled quickly by the dry cotton cloth, Aladdin risking his fingers by shoving it in with a firm push. He pushed his tongue up, trying to dislodge it, but Aladdin was on him. the streetrat pushed another rag across the front and yanked it tight around the back of his head. Mozenrath let loose with a muffled and rage-filled scream as Aladdin let go, the sorcerer shaking his head frantically back and forth.

“Sorry, but I’m not gonna let you sit here and rail your insults at people. Besides, this will ensure you remain quiet until I get back.” He promised, taking his nemesis by the chin and holding him in place as he looked into those dark, expressive eyes. His thumb wandered over the man’s plump lower lip, and Mozenrath’s hesitated at the touch. Aladdin took it all in, his thoughts wandering around as he pressed firmly enough to make a little indent against the man's lip. He felt a vulnerable little tremble under his control and something inside him ignited sharply. “I’ll be right back.”

The touch lingered even after he vanished from the room, Mozenrath biting into the cotton fabric with anxiety growing in his mind. Was in the name of all the dark gods was that about? He struggled in his position, looking back to see if there was any laxness in the wavering ring of energy. It quivered when he moved, releasing a low hum through his body, but nothing more. He was strained in his position, not in any pain as of yet, though if he gave it a few hours this would really start to hurt. He pushed at the make-shift gag with his tongue, but Aladdin had gotten it in too well. Worse yet the damned thing was soaking up his saliva, why made his whole mouth uncomfortably dry. He could still breathe, thankfully. He couldn’t imagine anything worse than choking to death like this.

Minutes passed slowly, and Mozenrath started to wonder what was going to happen to him. Aladdin didn’t have the ruthlessness necessary to kill him, that much was clear by now. Torture...well if he’d considered it a few weeks ago he would have said no but now that was being called into question. He couldn’t imagine the hero doing anything breaking or cruel to him, which was to say he couldn’t picture himself being spread on the rack or having his fingers broken. But Aladdin was revealing something twisted under that heroic charm to him, and it made him feel as if the ground was shaking under his feet.

He heard a door open and two sets of feet coming back down the hall. Mozenrath lifted his head as it got close, his expression changing into despair as he saw who Aladdin had brought with him. ~No. No no no oh for the love of…! What did I do to deserve this?~ He whined, at least gracious enough to admit that yes, he likely had done plenty to deserve some of the situations he was in.

Jasmine walked in with her husband, taking one look at the sorcerer and gasping as she covered her mouth with her hand. She said nothing for a long moment, taking in the sight of the strung-up sorcerer with blinking eyes as if she couldn’t quite believe this was right in front of her. Then, she started laughing. Mozenrath snarled behind the gag, which only succeeded in making him more red-faced than he already was. The sultana had to grab Aladdin to keep from slipping. “Oh my goodness!” She managed when she’d gotten control of herself, the rich, throaty laugh dying back into a soft tittering. “Oh my. Oh...oh you poor thing.” She tsked in faux sympathy, walking over to get a better look at him.

The fact that she was taking this revelation in stride did nothing to improve his mood! He jerked his head out of her grip as tried to touch his cheek, the sultana biting her lip with excitement as he did so.

“I never knew that turban of your was hiding such lovely curls.” She said, winding her finger around one of the stray locks draped across his forehead. “Or those plush lips...or...ouhh.” She tucked a hand on either side of his face, lifting him up so the light would catch across his aquiline features. “Just look at those eyes.” Jasmine’s voice was almost tender as she gazed at him, rubbing her thumbs against his cheekbones as she held him in place. “Mozenrath...why didn’t you tell us that you’re such a pretty thing?”

His cheeks went red for a reason utterly departed from anger. He thrashed his head back and forth until she let go, another soft laugh breaking from her lips as the sultana stood up and looked back at her husband with a conspiratorial amusement. Sheer confusion hampered his thoughts. This was the very last thing he would ever have expected! Aladdin had told her! Well, to be fair she might have heard about it somewhere else. But it was a good bet he had told her what had happened first hand, especially from how well she was taking this. That made his situation all the more precarious. If they were in on this together then he’d have to find a way to defeat the both of them, which always made his life more difficult.

“I promised if it ever happened again I’d make sure you got to see him for yourself.” Aladdin wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing his wife’s cheek as she nuzzled back into him. “Mind you I didn’t think it would ever happen again…”

“Makes you wonder if he came here on purpose.” Jasmine hinted, still watching the sorcerer with clear amusement. “But why did you gag him? It distorts that lovely mouth of his.”

“I didn’t want him lobbing insults at you. He might be pretty but he’s got a tendency to be really mean with his words.”

“Hmph.” Jasmine ignored him, wrapping her hand around the sorcerer’s head to the knot in the back. “Since I’m learning so much about him, maybe it would be fair if he learned something about me too.”

He felt the tie go lax and the cloth slipped down from his face. Mozenrath opened his mouth as wide as he could, shoving the balled-up fabric out and panting as he sucked in air. He threw her a look of rankled indignation, sneering at the woman who now beamed down at him. “You listen to me you petty, inbred little…”

THWACK!

Mozenrath yelped as his head jerked to the left, a fresh sting spreading out across his cheek. Aladdin winced but did nothing to halt it. Mozenrath blinked before he turned back to face her, shocked beyond compare that she had the gall to slap the shit out of him like that! He glanced at her hero, who only shook his head. He had warned Moze not to insult her!

“Now you’ve learned something about me.” Jasmine reiterated. “I have less patience than my husband.” She got closer, and when she raised a hand the sorcerer flinched despite himself. This time though, she stroked a curl back behind his ear, tucking it neatly in place. “I won’t tolerate nasty little displays of disrespect, be they towards myself or Aladdin.” She warned him, tapping his nose with a finger. “While you’re here, you will keep a civil tongue in that head. Am I clearly understood?”

He didn’t deign to respond, but maybe that was for the best. He licked the inside of his cheek with a sullen glare at her, but it did not concern the sultana in the least. She reached back towards him, caressing the red mark she had made with a far more gentle intention.

“You’re nervous.’ She assessed, watching his eyes widened. “But you don’t need to be. This will only be as bad as you make it.”

The sorcerer chewed over his words, now wary of what he said getting him another smack. “What do I have to do for you two to let me out of here?”

Aladdin’s eyebrows rose. “Well, that’s impressive. Last time he just kept yelling at me.” He put a hand on Mozenrath’s back, the sorcerer going rigid as he caressed down the spine to the belt. “You want loose? You’re going to take another punishment, harsher this time because you really should have known better.” He emphasized as Mozenrath winched, gritting his teeth together and steeling his resolve. “Jasmine is going to keep an eye on you since she didn’t get to watch last time.”

“If you start trying to insult me again it will only add to what you take.” She warned, though the smile at the corners of her lips said she wouldn’t mind if that was the end result. Her hazel eyes held a mischievous glean in the center that made him shudder. “And when it is over, you’re going to thank Aladdin for correcting you.”

Pride burned through his belly as he hissed at her. “I will not!” The sorcerer growled, rearing up like a cobra ready to strike.

“Then you can stay right here.” Aladdin shrugged. “We’re very busy people, Moze. We have a whole nation to run. So if you can’t play along you can remain where you are for as long as it takes. Every day, I’ll come in, and we can do this whole thing all over again until you can swallow your pride and say thank you.”

“I might even take a few turns.” Jasmine said playfully. “Goodness knows council can be so frustrating to deal with. It would be nice to have some stress relief.”

Mozenrath’s chest rose and fell with a quickening pace as it dawned on him that they were completely serious. “You...you can’t do this.” He whispered, shaking his head while Aladdin pulled a leather strap out from his cloak. Clearly, he had come prepared! “You can’t! I...I won’t…!” Mozenrath shook his head watching with helpless clarity while the streetrat walked up to the wall and pressed his hand to it. A portal opened, allowing him in with ease. Panic began to settle in as he slipped from the sorcerer’s view. “This is your fault!” he railed at Jasmine, desperate to blame someone.

“Oh?” She laughed in a brief shot. “Oh, this is my fault! Yes of course!” She tossed a hand up, rolling her eyes at the sheer audacity of it all. “You really are something else, Mozenrath. It’s almost endearing how much you’re clinging to your arrogance in order to avoid admitting just how helpless you are.”

He opened his mouth to shout at her, willing to risk another of her slaps, but something on the other end of the wall stopped him. Mozenrath felt hands at his waist, tugging at the knot of his belt and slowly undoing the fabric loop. He gasped as it fell free, those same hands caressing the hem of his trousers and tugging them down across his back and over his hips. “W-what is he…?” He looked up at Jasmine, switching from anger to desperation in a split second.

She didn’t seem surprised in the least. The woman took a barrel and drug it over, sliding in next to Mozenrath’s shoulders and sitting herself up on the end, arranging her skirts to her liking. As Aladdin continued to drag the man’s pants down, letting them fall to his ankles, his wife slid a hand into Mozenrath’s hair, petting him as if trying to help him stay calm.

It didn’t work. Mozenrath howled out loud, thrashing with everything he had in him and trying to tear himself loose from the wall! This couldn’t be happening! Not again! Not with both of them! He kicked out, trying to catch Aladdin in his flailing, but his foot didn’t make a connection. A strong hand grabbed him by the ankle, binding it with rope and tugging it off to the side, anchoring it to something too heavy for him to pull. He was spread open, exposed, and he could only wonder what the streetrat must be thinking. He didn’t need to wonder for long. A warm hand squeezed his ass, the fingers digging in enough that it sent a bolt of strange tension through him. He turned to Jasmine as he felt the wide leather strap touch up against him, Aladdin preparing for the first strike. “I’ll go!” He promised swiftly on the verge of pleading with her. “I’ll leave! I’ll leave right now! You'll never have to see me again!”

“But we don’t want you to go.” Jasmine told him frankly. “You’re proving much more entertaining this way. Besides, after all the trouble you’ve caused throughout the years, I’d say you owe us quite a bit of back payments. Maybe this is how we need to take it out of you.” She ran her fingers down his scalp, jumping when Mozenrath jerked forward at the initial blow. The sorcerer arched up painfully while the portal restraints kept him in place. She touched her heart at the way he bared his teeth and whined out through them, unable to hide his expression behind a pillar this time. The next one followed suit, and Jasmine cooed tenderly, stroking his shoulders to bring him under control. “Moze…” she whispered. “It falls hard on someone who holds themselves in such high regard, doesn't it?”

He snarled at her, but it didn’t last. This was not the dull, dried-out strap from before. Aladdin had found a far more supple implement to knock the trouble out of him this time! The crack of it scratched over his flesh with a resounding smack that echoed even from the other room. It was made all the worse by being delivered on his bare ass. At least his clothing had offered him some protection last time. Now there was nothing to hold back Aladdin’s strong-arm with every well-aimed blow. Where the most unbearable thing had been the roar of the crowd jeering at this powerful sorcerer being brought low before them, alone here with them he had no need to hold back to bleating that filled his lungs until it burst from his lips. As Jasmine stroked his cheek, wiping a tear from his face with a soft “Aww.” in his ear, Mozenrath realized this was so much worse in a hundred different ways. The throng didn’t matter. The public was meaningless to him. They would move on from what had happened in a few days. He knew on instinct that Aladdin and Jasmine would never let him forget this as long as he lived.

Jasmine’s touches were feather-light, coaxing him into supplication until he pushed his head into her lap, her skirts muffling the howls as his punishment continued. He could not see it, but her eyes were lit up with excitement and vested interest. “How dare you be so lovely like this.” She said aloud, not sure if he could hear her or was even listening. She took him by the hair and turned his head to the side, taking in the sweetness of him. His eyes were caught in a thousand-mile stare, his lips pouting and quivering between moans. His cheeks were flushed and the poor thing made himself even softer with those mean tears sliding down from his eyes. “It’s alright,” Jasmine told him as the man gave another jerk forward. “I forgive you.”

Mozenrath couldn’t hear her past the thudding of his own brain. He felt as if his skin were on too tight, his thighs shaking and a heat building down deep in his pelvis. He shook it away, pushing it from his mind, determined to ignore what was happening to him right now. He could take the punishment! He could bare that if he had to. He would not let himself became hard again as he had before! He couldn’t live with himself if he did. Why was this happening? How could his body betray him like this? It didn't make sense! It wasn't fair!

The walloping seemed to last forever, but when Aladdin emerged from the room it had been only five or ten minutes. Mozenrath hung limply from the waist up, utterly reliant on Jasmine’s perch to keep him from dangling there. He was sobbing, breathless, and there was no tension in him at all. “I think we’ve taken this as far as we can,” Aladdin admitted with a touch of smugness as Jasmine shot him a smile. “Assuming, of course, you’d like to say something to us, Mozenrath?”

The necromancer closed his mouth, burying himself against Jasmine’s thighs and sniffling. Through sheer stubbornness, he tried to hang on to any scraps of composure he had left, but even that was failing fast. If he did not say something, they would keep him like this for as long as it took. He held no doubt about that anymore. Mozenrath mouthed the words once, then turned back so they could see his face. “T-thank you...f-for correcting...me,” he muttered, barely audible in the silence following his castigation.

“Hmm. I don’t think I heard that…”

“Thank you for correcting me!” He shouted hoarsely, returning to his sniffles as they echoed out around him. Nothing in his life had ever sunk into the core of him like that did. He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t bring himself to meet their eyes! Jasmine patted his hair back, arranging the curls before she stood and walked over to the wall. She pressed her hands to it and whispered a password. The portal opened wide and Aladdin had to catch the man before he fell. Mozenrath had no way of keeping himself up, not with as much as his whole body ached. Aladdin’s arms offered a resentful solace, helping him sink to the floor. Every muscle was sore and strained, moving only with the greatest resistance.

“Just look at you,” Jasmine sighed wistfully, rubbing against the red, welted cheek of the man’s ass. Mozenrath yelled out loud, cringing away from the burning touch and shaking his head wordlessly. “Oh. Oh, dear. Does it ache?” She asked, giving a mean little grip that dug her nails in. Aladdin shook his head with an amused look as Mozenrath warbled aloud, neither able to move or resist her. “Remember this the next time you get it into your head that Agrabah will put up with more of your schemes.” Jasmine held her hand out and Aladdin pulled a small tin from his pocket, handing it over to her. She popped it open, gathering a generous amount of salve onto her fingers and spreading it into the thick welts carefully. “Remember this too, if you ever decide to show up again for other reasons.”

Mozenrath sucked in a big breath as a rawness moved over him, followed by the scent of herbs and numbness that emanated from the salve. It hurt to be touched, but the push was followed by a pleasant easing of pain that gave him a little relief while he lay there collecting himself. “I...am never...coming back.” He said, unsure if it was a threat or a promise.

“I think you will.” Jasmine teased, taking her clean hand and tucking it up against the full bulge lying between his thighs, giving his hard prick a fond squeeze.

Everything came to a head in a split second, and all the tension he had been holding on to soared through his thighs, pushing down into the root of his cock and bursting out. Mozenrath let out a weary cry as he quivered when he came, leaving a ropy white splatter across the dusty floor. For a moment there was nothing left in him. No thoughts, no awareness beyond the relief as his cock twitched out a final dribble of cum. For the first time in ages, Mozenrath’s mind was quiet.

And it terrified him.

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A month later...

“There’s a very simple saying.” Jasmine offered as she walked around the room, selecting what she needed. She brought each one over to the table and put it right where he could see them clearly, letting the anxiousness build slowly in his mind. “Once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times…” She stood in front of the sorcerer, biting her knuckle with excitement before finishing her thought. “Three times is a pattern. By now, it’s got to be difficult for you to keep finding excuses for visiting us.”

What was difficult was trying to remain undaunted while he was hanging upside down! Mozenrath wriggled as best he could, feeling the ropes bite down into his clothing with insistent power. Every time he moved it felt like they were growing tighter around him. Considering the fact that his head was about two feet off the floor, that was probably a good thing for now. The ropes creaked as he swung ever so slightly back and forth, waiting to see what they were going to do to him this time. Another beating? Another dose of humiliation to keep him in line?

“To be totally fair, this time we did bait him a bit,” Aladdin admitted, taking hold of the sorcerer by the leg and walking in a circle. “Just to see if you had learned your lesson or not. And considering you’re right back here all over again, I’m taking it we need to be a bit more applied in how we teach you.”

Mozenrath looked up at the restraints that held him. Between his legs was a bar spread wide, attached to his ankles by good, strong hempen cords that traveled up to the ceiling. Likewise, a bar had been laid across his shoulders, his arms bound to it by the wrist, elbows, and across his chest so he had little choice but to twist awkwardly this way and that to no real effect. As Aladdin continued to drag him around, he could see the ropes twisting together, folding over one another and lifting him off the ground by a few more inches. He whined out sharply as he realized what the streetrat was going to do! Sure enough, when the man let go, Mozenrath went spinning around, descending one loop at a time until it jerked to a stop, then groaned back around again. The sorcerer complained loudly from behind the gag, no choice but to swing along until Aladdin finally had mercy and stopped it. The sorcerer grunted, dizzy and straining as he tried to squirm out of this trap to no avail.

“I think we should check him over before we begin.” Aladdin suggested as he began to arrange items on the table just beyond Moznerath’s vision. “We don’t want to overwork him this time.”

“Agreed. Here, hands me those.” Jasmine asked and Aladdin handed her a small fabric knife. Mozenrath’s eyes widened and he began to gasp, panting heavily with each step closer she came to him! “Oh, Moze! Oh goodness no!” She exclaimed, stroking his cheek to calm him down. “Mozenrath we would never! See…” She took the blade and drew it firmly across her hand, no blood appearing in its wake. “It’s only enough to cut through fabric, I promise.”

The glare from his eyes made it clear that he didn’t believe her once damned bit. As the first tear into his clothing began, the sorcerer yelled at them, cursing into the dense fabric they had stuffed in his mouth. The prolonged rip echoed in his ears, leaving Mozenrath to watch as his clothing was slowly removed one swatch at a time, falling to the floor in front of his eyes. For pities sake, this was high-quality clothing! He had it tailored! Mozenrath gurgled, twisting his head around as they exposed him, baring his skin to the room for their own amusements. Shreds of it clung to him under the rope, and as Aladdin knelt down to start removing his top, Mozenrath shot the man a look of fury that barely concealed the pleading in his eyes.

“You had your chance, Moze. We let you walk away without another problem. You could have made the choice to back off. But instead, you walked right back in, knowing perfectly well where this was going to end up.” Aladdin tsked, giving Mozenrath’s cheek a couple of fond little pats. “We might have tempted you a bit with that amulet, but you could have decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. I’m wondering if Jasmine had a point. If maybe you’re coming back because you want to get caught.”

He strained in the bondage, trying with everything he had to break through and failing. For fucks sake if they were going to belt him just do it and let it be over with! He couldn’t handle their voices in his ears, making him question his intentions! Mozenrath groaned and just let himself hang there, unsure of what he could do about it at this point. His gauntlet was on the table, but it might as well be a hundred miles away for all he could do with it. Hands were wandering his body, gliding up over his thighs. He let out a pleading little moan as the last of his dignity was torn away, showing his prick in a semi-hardened state.

“Why Moze, excited already?” Aladdin couldn’t resist a gentle tease, pushing his fingers up under the cock and lifting it as if inspecting a prize. Moznerath quivered so hard that his thighs shook, watching with rapt attention as the streetrat slowly caressed him up and down. “Hush now. We’ve got plenty of time for that. No need to rush things.” His palm was warm and comforting, his fingers calloused just enough to create enticing friction along the skin of Mozenrath’s cock.

“He really is lovely, isn’t he?” Jasmine observed, rubbing down Mozenrath’s belly as the poor thing panted at their mercy. “So elegant and arched.” She scratched her fingers down the man’s thighs, leaving little red lines in her wake as the sorcerer whimpered. “Look at how pink he is near this tip, and how well defined the head is. How dare you have such a pretty cock, Moze.”

He glowered up at her, yet quickly the bound creature discovered that it is difficult to remain angry with the people who were making him aroused. Aladdin's slow, lingering strokes were making all the blood flow to his pelvis, his erection growing steadily. A harsh whine resounded from behind the gag as it was allowed to fall against his belly, the tip pointing down at his face. Aladdin and Jasmine circled him with wicked intentions. Mozenrath clenched his fingers into the palm, struggling valiantly against the ropes once more. He attempted to sit up only to fall back when his muscles gave out.

“Easy there. It won’t do you any good.” Aladdin’s tone was almost sympathetic as he ran his hands down Moznerath’s body, admiring the view. “Now, I think we’ve reached the point of punishment for this latest in a line of bad decision making.”

Mozenrath closed his eyes tight, wondering how much more humiliation they could milk from him! Why the hell didn’t he stay away while he had the chance?

“And since our previous methods didn’t seem to land, we’ve decided to add a little something to tonight's session.” Jasmine knelt down and tapped his nose playfully. “One step at a time, Moze, we’re going to figure out what it takes to get you under control.” He glared at her, muffled curses flying while the sultana just smiled back. Maybe she was amused by his temper or perhaps his utter helplessness in the situation. Her soft hands reached for him, brushing back and forth across his exposed chest as he railed, ignoring his complaints. “Lovely.” She repeated, running her hands over his tender skin till she reached the pink nipples. “Just lovely.”

He only succeeded in debasing himself further with the high squeal that peeled from him with a touch! She rolled his nipples between her fingers, squeezing just enough to make them tense. Mozenrath locked eyes with the woman as she gave them a firm tug. Jasmine was enjoying how he winced at the little shot of pain offered up. He sank back when she released them, watching her hands slide up towards his belly. She pressed her thumbs inwards, making little circles against his muscles as she admired his figure. Moznerath bit down on the fabric in his mouth, unsure what to make of this new tactic. Jasmine leaned forward and kissed his stomach, her touch leaving behind a lipstick print against his skin. He didn’t know it yet, but there would be plenty of those by the end of the night. Mozenrath arched up as he watched her mouth travel towards his pelvis, the little ‘paps’ of her lips against him marking her path one inch at a time. As the woman neared his erection, the sorcerer could feel the heat of her breath on the tip. He whined sharply, catching her attention and earning himself a little giggle.

“Eager?” She asked, those hazel eyes full of mischief. “I don’t think you’ve earned that yet, not by a long shot.”

A new set of hands began to rub along his back, spanning out across his ribs and drawing themselves up over him! The young necromancer shivered at the touch, his body coiling like a spring. Aladdin pressed up to him, scratching delicately against his sides and forcing a delicious tickle down into his skin. Mozenrath gurgled out wordlessly, his vision spinning again as the streetrat set to work with his wife. Their fingers were everywhere! He twisted against the upside-down world they had trapped him in, Aladdin taking his back and Jasmine his front. He couldn’t escape the touches raining down on him. Jasmine pinched his thighs, giving him rude slaps against the tender areas of his body. Aladdin caressed every sensitive crook of him, pulling moan after hungry moan out of their captive. They worked him until he was beautifully hard, cock darkened and poking out from his pelvis with determination.

“There we are.” Aladdin took the prick in his hand again, enjoy how Mozenrath howled at the renewed affection. “I think he’s ready.”

Mozenrath did not like that implication in the least! He opened his eyes wide, jerking his head from one tormentor to the other. What were they going to do? Gods below what did they have planned? His situation was not improved as he watched Jasmine lift a flogger from the table, letting the long tendrils fall across her hand when she brought it to her husband. He yelled at them angrily, all the while his eyes pleading for some shred of mercy.

“You first, or me?” She asked, ignoring his plaintive cries.

“You haven't gotten a chance yet.” Aladdin touched her chin and kissed her with such love in his smile. “Go on. Enjoy yourself.”

The thrilling bite of her lip was quite possibly the most terrifying thing Mozenrath had ever witnessed. He couldn’t see her once she got behind him, but he could hear the first few swishes of the implement as she prepared to work him over. He shook his head frantically, crying out when Aladdin drew his fingers up over the ticklish ribs again. “AH-HA-HEIN!” He shrieked through the gag, the dark chestnut brown eyes turn towards him.

“Don’t beg me! Jasmine’s the one holding the flogger.” Aladdin pushed his hand down to the base of the cock, holding it with careful tension as he gave the first of many long, feather-light strokes. “This is a good look for you, Moze. Doe-eyed and unprotected. I could get used to it.” His fingers tapered off the head, leaving behind the warm friction of his touch. Jasmine delivered a good, firm strike against Mozenrath’s displayed back, the crack resounding in the room.

Mozenrath sucked in a deep breath, shocked and astonished by the sheer force of the blow! He had not been ready for this to hit him differently! The belt had been sharp and snapped into him like a bolt from nowhere! This sensation was new, and he couldn’t overlook the way those tendrils wrapped around his frame eagerly. It granted him a small relief, the blunt thud leaving behind a rough tingle instead of a cutting snap. It was no less painful for that. As Jasmine began to find her rhythm, he realized the damning nature of the flogger.

Every hit built on the last.

He was barely given time to comprehend this, as Aladdin was determined to split his focus. The young sultan continued his attention to the cock. He gave it the barest of caresses, rolling his touch down the underside to great effect. Mozenrath mewled for the favor, head shaking in protest as the motion continued stirring him. They worked far too well together for this to be a new game! Aladdin would brush the prick over and over till it twitched, then draw his hand away, giving Jasmine the room to deliver several mean blows to his back. It kept their captive swinging back and forth between aching impact and meager pleasure.

Aladdin drew his nails up over the man’s thighs, admiring how they shook at every touch. “So reactive. Absolutely no self-control.”

“Did you expect him to have any?” Jasmine teased, giving another hard pop to the whimpering man. “We’ll work on that. It takes time.” She held up the flogger. “Care for a turn? He’s already a pretty shade of pink.”

Mozenrath’s chest heaved as they switched places. Aladdin grabbed his leg and began to pull him in a circle again, winding him up one rope twist at a time. When he was released, the sorcerer could hear Jasmine laughing beyond the spinning vortex he had been placed in! He cried out with it, his quickened breath making the next crack all the worse! Why was this happening? He knew why but why? How much longer could they keep this up? What was the endgame of it all? For all their insistence that this was a punishment for his attacks, they certainly seemed more than thrilled when he showed up!

Aladdin was no more gentle than his wife, and the hits were just as keenly placed as they worked across his shoulders. He gave the sorcerer less time between strikes, delivering one after another from shoulder to hips. Mozenrath could thrash all he wished, and he did. But nothing could be done to avoid them. Just as her husband had done, Jasmine squeezed his cock firmly and began to stroke him, admiring how the steady prick trembled from need. “That looks like it aches.” She whispered, stunning Mozenrath when she kissed the lip tightly. “Last time you came so fast. It makes me wonder how long you’ve been holding on between attention.”

He stared at the far wall, shamefaced before them and unable to draw his mind away from the stimulation. They were giving him just enough to make Mozenrath work for it, his erection bobbing every time her hand left like a pet begging for a treat. As her strokes continued, Mozenrath’s toes curled, and he began to pump his hips forward into it as best he could.

“Oh no!” Jasmine growled, releasing the cock and grabbing him by the hips. “No, you don’t. You think you get to sit here and get yourself off without permission?” He could do nothing but watch as she leaned in, her teeth flashing as they dug into the fat of his inner thigh. Mozenrath bleated, tears welling up in and trickling down his face. The sharp pain lasted only a second, but she had made her point clear. Mozenrath’s desperation renewed instantly as he watched her take another flogger and stand in front of him. “Silly thing. You really do need some self-control.” A plea of broken sobs came out of him as the two ran circles around him, both floggers working opposite one another to create bright red stripes across his entire body! Mozenrath tossed himself in his bondage and railed at them, cursing over and over as they kept up the pace. Yet when Jasmine laid the toy back down and approached his cock again, he didn’t dare protest. “See. Was that so hard?” Her teasing voice fell over him, as did the sweet forgiveness of her palm against his need.

The stinging renewed itself at his back, and Mozenrath was made dizzy by the divided conquest. He pumped himself up once, only to catch Jasmine’s warning glare. He clenched his thighs in tight, determined not to warrant another barrage from the royal couple again. She was offering just enough for him to enjoy it, even past the whipping Aladdin delivered. It built quickly, a dribble of precum glistening at the head and falling to the floor. His eyes rolled back, and the sorcerer’s groans of pleasure became deeper. He was so close! Only a moment or two longer, he would release and maybe, just maybe this would be over…!

Jasmine let go of his cock at the last second, letting it twitch miserably in the air as Mozenrath made a desperate, whining noise bellow her. “Did we say you could cum?” She asked a perfect eyebrow arched at him.

“I don’t think we did.” Aladdin agreed, handing the flogger over to her. “And I’m sure he didn’t ask.”

Mozenrath screamed at the both of them, the root of his cock felt like his heart was beating inside of it! He pulled at the ropes, tearing into the fabric of the gag viciously, but it did him no good at all. They stood back, calmly watching him have a little hissy-fit until he against wore himself out, finally going limp in the suspension once more.

“You’re going to pass out if you keep that up,” Aladdin warned him tenderly, bending down to caress his dangling curls. “Moze, hear me out. You’re smarter than this. You know by now there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You fucked up, you got caught, and now you’re going to take the punishment you deserve. All you have to do is lean into it. We haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

YES!

...no.

Mozenrath knew too much of the world to pretend that they couldn’t have done much, much worse for his transgressions. There were real tortures out there meant to break and bend and ruin the core of a man until he was nothing. But this? This was nowhere near such horrors. That did not make it any easier to bare when Aladdin kissed his chest, petting him down with a soothing motion before he raised back up, giving the prick a fond squeeze. Weirdly enough, Mozenrath settled into the touch. He couldn’t escape it. He could only accept it until they decided he had been properly chastened. And as much as he wished he could fight it, the sensation of being gently stroked up and down made his whole chest flutter. Even when Jasmine took up the flogger again, he moaned for it, confused between pleasure and pain. Aladdin took up the front this time, kissing the head of his cock before moving his fingers up and down in a slow, patient rhythm.

He couldn’t thrust. He understood now that they would punish any instance of agency on his part. He had to remain in place, submitting to whatever torment they decided to administer. Mozenrath closed his eyes, willing himself to go limp in the bondage and perhaps ease his suffering. The stinging built slowly against his flesh, his lashes fluttering as he took each one in and moaned for it. Aladdin’s affection for his prick was steadily causing him to ache for orgasm, a drop of precum falling against his cheek. He sniffled, trembling at every little press and unable to decide if he wanted this to end or if he needed it more than anything. When Aladdin worked him to a feverish pitch, his voice drawled out into a long and mourning noise that broke into full sobs when the man’s touch left, his cock once again denied relief. What did they want from him? What did he need to do to be allowed to climax? He was left wondering as Aladdin and Jasmine once again switched places, the sultana pushing her fingers down his pelvis before she took hold of his balls, giving them a fond squeeze.

“My my. Those feel quite full.” Her laughter rang out in the room as she massaged them with a little turn of the wrist.

Mozenrath’s eyes rolled back in his head. She was not being cruel to him, nor was it her intention to deliver him more pain. If anything she was coddling them, offering a tender caress as she continued to keep his prick on alert. Sweet little mewls escaped from the gag, the base of his cock practically throbbing with urgency. He was so enamored with this wanton building of his need that he didn’t notice her sneak out a tight band from her collection. Jasmine tucked her fingers into the band and stretched it, cupping Mozenrath’s balls into her palm and sliding the band down to the base before letting it snap.

An animalistic shriek broke through as Mozenrath was forced into clarity! His thrashing renewed, and the two stood back as he sobbed out in misery and need. His sac was strained and swollen, groaning as his urge to cum was choked off. The sorcerer’s cock was red and twitching spasmodically as if it were demanding to be permitted this right! He cried out “NO!” over and over again. They could understand him even with the muffling! He knew it from the way they were grinning at one another.

“What do you think? A little more?” Jasmine asked, wrapping an arm around her husband as they watched the poor man whimper for them.

“Oh, I think he can take it.” Aladdin agreed, tapping his palm with the end of the flogger. “We shouldn’t go too easy on him.”

No! No more! Please! Mozenrath tried to beg, his breath raspy and quieted behind the gag.

Aladdin knelt down, touching the balled-up fabric in his mouth and ran a hand through the sorcerer's dense curls. “If we take this out, are you going to start insulting us again?”

The sorcerer cried, glistening tears falling anew as he shook his head. Gods only knew what they would deliver on him if he made such a mistake again. Aladdin reached around and undid the knot, untying it carefully so as not to pull his hair. He tugged at the fabric ball and removed it from their captive's lips before getting him a drink of water and tilting his head up so he could get a few mouthfulls.

“You’re doing very well right now.” He offered as Mozenrath sipped carefully. “I know it’s a lot to take. But you’re stronger than you realize.” Aladdin sat the glass back on the table and came back to caress his thumbs down the man’s cheeks, wiping the tears away. “I’m very proud of you right now.”

Mozenrath wasn’t ready for the way his chest started to thud at those words. His lips quivered. In some dark and terrible way, he felt his will to fight grow cold and sink into the haze of pleasure. His pink tongue flickered out and he moaned at the way Aladdin was praising him, those words a much-needed source of comfort at the moment. “Please, please can I cum?” He said before he could stop himself! What was wrong with him? Why did he ask that? He sounded so meek and pathetic! Why didn’t he ask them to stop or set him free?

Aladdin chuckled and leaned in, catching the man’s lips in his own and offering up a tender kiss. Mozenrath couldn’t bring himself to resist it. He opened his mouth a little, humming when the tongue met his own. His heart beat faster and his cock gave him a reminding little throb, dribbling angrily as it was ignored. He groaned with lustful arrogance as Jasmine’s hand turned his face to hers and she stole the next kiss from him. He arched for it, breathing hard and fast as she bit his bottom lip and held him to her. When the embrace broke, there was nothing in his eyes but vapid compliance, his pupils dilated to the point of being blacked out.

“You have to earn that kind of thing, Mozenrath,” Jasmine told him as she let go, his head dangling once more. A trill of whiny little sobs erupted from him as the sorcerer saw Aladdin hand her the flogger, the two ready to take up their positions once more. Again and again, they traded him back and forth like two cats batting at a toy. The blistering lash of the flogger took him past the point of composure, drawing out the most heart-rending sounds from the very core of his being. The lingering breath of their warm hands on his prick drew out a song that he could not stop until it descended into a quiet cry for mercy. Over and over they made him a mere plaything dependent upon their whims. They halted only when his body had been given stripes from shoulder to knee and his cock was so grieved with edging that it was a shade away from purple.

“That looks just about done to me.” The streetrat assessed with a critical eye. He looked over at the table, gathering something up.

Mozenrath just hung there, robbed of all dignity...or so he thought. He was so wrapped up in all of it that he didn’t recognize the little metal tin Aladdin until the scent of herbs and medication hit him. It was the numbing salve they had used on him last time to ease the pain of him beating. He waited, thinking they were going to let him down and tend to him as before, but Jasmine was collecting something that clinked together like silverware in a drawer. It wasn’t until the hero began to slather the gel against his prick that Mozenrath realized what they were up to. He broke down. “P-please.” He gasped as the cooling sensation tortured him to the root. “Ah! L-let me...ah! Let me cum! Please I…I behaved!” He protested, the ruthless tingling bordering on overwhelming.

“Behaved?” Jasmine shook her head. “Moze darling, you took your punishment for misbehaving. That's not the same thing.” She explained as if it ought to be obvious. “You did very well, and we’re very impressed with how long you held out. But taking your punishment is an expectation when you’ve gone and gotten yourself into trouble.”

“T-than what's this? What are you doing to me OUH!” He jerked forward as Aladdin continued to apply the salve into him. He could feel the numbness starting to spread, forcing the raw sensation of tightness to die down a little at a time. Mozenrath watched his prick begin to settle into begrudging flaccidity by the second.

“This is your reminder,” Aladdin explained to him as he watched for the erection to die out.

“We had to have this specially made. I hope it fits. The jeweler must have thought the worst of us when we commissioned it.” Jasmine mentioned. Mozenrath couldn’t speak, he could only bare witness as she began to work his tender shaft into the barrel of a strange metal cage, sliding it down to the base. She took a ring of silver and tucked it up to his sac, maneuvering his balls into it and cinching it up until it was a perfect, tight fit. He rolled his head from side to side, barely able to feel what they were doing. She removed the band from him, though it did nothing it alleviate the swollen and full grip that remained. “Hold on for me just a little longer.” The sultana encouraged, lining up a set of pegs to the holes and pressing them together firmly. Mozenrath listened to the heavy click, and Jasmine nodded in satisfaction. “Almost done.” She promised as she placed a little heart-shaped padlock on the sides, ensuring that it would remain shut. “There we are. Isn’t he just perfect?”

“It looks good,” Aladdin admitted, rubbing his chin with admiration before he went to the ropes and began to slowly let their captive down. Jasmine knelt beside him, guiding Moze to the floor a little at a time. “Don’t try to move all at once. If you jerk around then it’s just going to hurt worse.” Aladdin instructed him as he walked around, undoing the binds and checking over the areas where the rope had pressed in. “You’ll have some marks for a while but I think you’ll be okay. We’re going to give you a little willow bark potion before you go to help with the pain. We can send some salve back with you if you like and Jasmine has some bath oils that will help if you want to soak for a while…”

Mozenrath groaned, mindful of the way his whole body felt like one big bruise. When he was released he didn’t dare sit up, he just lay there like a rag doll on the wonderfully cold tiles. His skin was burning as if he was overheated, and there was sweat clinging to his hair. He felt too tight, too heavy, too sore to even breathe much less attempt to do anything. After a little while, he managed to trail a hand down to the device they had locked on him, groaning at the way it hugged his cock protectively. “W-what did you do to me?”

“That is our new lesson for you,” Jasmine told him without a whit of sympathy. “The longer you decide to come into our kingdom, hurt our people, cause chaos for nothing more than petty revenge…” She pointed to the chastity cage with an expectant gleam in her eyes. “The longer than stays on.”

Raw, prideful rage filled him to the brim, threatening to bubble over into threats, and died just as quickly. Mozenrath swallowed hard and gingerly managed to sit himself up, clutching the numbed and sensitive thing that was his prick. He could fight about it later. He didn’t have the will or the strength to do anything right now. Instead, he nodded with complacent intent, rubbing the back of his fleshed hand to his eyes and smearing tears across his face. “What do I have to do to get it off?”

“Very good.” Aladdin encouraged with a sympathetic tone. “All you need to do is follow a few rules.”

Chapter Text

A few days later…

“Steady…” Mozenrath muttered to himself. He took a steadying breath, stretching his legs open and gently working the flat tool into the slit. He managed to get a little bit of room, pulling the next pick from the set and pressing the looped hole against the peg. Lock-picking took control, finesse, and patience, all things which sorcery required in spades. He had managed to break the little heart locks, but it hadn’t improved his mood. As it turned out they were decorative only. The chastity cage that damned sultana had out on him was secure in its own right. Mozenrath gently tucked the peg down until it slid back into the hole. He let out the breath and allowed himself a brief smile, trading the flat tool for one with a little hook on the end. He pushed it up into the opposite side, pressed down to find the locking mechanism...

TCHZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTCH!

Rule One: Don’t mess with the cage.

Mozenrath shrieked, dropping the picks and holding his crotch as the snapping electrical charge popped through his flesh! He grit his teeth through the pain, riding it out until the crackling finally dissipated. He heaved out, rubbing the inside of his thighs and tenderly massaging his pelvis, trying to get the lingering ache to pass. Once it had, he leaned back against the wall and grabbed the cheap pick set, throwing it across the room. “Useless streetrat tools.”

He got to his feet and drug his trousers back on, wrapping his belt up as he considered his next move. The necromancer found himself lingering on their parting words, trying to decipher any way around his current issues. The first rule was obvious enough now. If he tried to finagle the damned thing he’d be given another nasty little snap to remind him it wasn’t going anywhere. The second and third rules made more sense, at least given who he was dealing with.

Rule Two: No more lethal magic.

Rule Three: No more conquest and chaos plans.

Mozenrath wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if he tried. They had returned his gauntlet once he was back in the Citadel, mostly because they knew parting him from it for too long would cause harm. The fourth and fifths rules were more confusing. It had nothing to do with preventing him from his favorite past times or keeping him from the erotic torments forced on his body. He couldn’t grasp what the purpose of it was. A play for control? A means of asserting their authority? Why would they make such seemingly benign rules if not to fuck with him somehow?

Rule Four: Eat. An actual meal. Twice a day at least.

Rule Five: Eight hours sleep daily, you may choose when.

Then there was the last little rule, and he didn’t have to think too long to know what their intention was there. On vanity across from his bed sat a toy. It wasn’t particularly intimidating beyond the mere fact that it existed. The toy was only as long as his palm, and no thicker than his thumb. It was built like a series of little bulbs stacked on top of one another. They had given him a jar of special oils to make it easy to use.

Rule Five: Use the toy at least once a day. Try to cum if you can.

He hadn’t touched it. To be truthful he’d debated throwing it away, but he’d been taught never to dismiss a potential resource. And well, he needed to keep it around thanks to the carrot they’d dangled in front of him as an incentive. Aladdin had explained that the cage would remain locked for the time being, but he could reduce that time by obeying the rules. Every day he did as instructed would remove a day from his sentence. There were no half measures. It was all or nothing. Skip a rule and it didn’t count. Which meant he’d already lost time by fiddling around and trying to get himself out of confinement.

Mozenrath passed by the mirror and paused, taking a good long look at himself. The day after he’d returned he’d spent hours in the tub, begrudgingly using the bath oils Jasmine had gifted him to help ease his welts. Unfortunately, it had washed off the numbing salve, which left him to contend with the determined soreness. Strangely enough, he didn’t usually think about his cock on a regular basis. Given his lifestyle and the career path he'd chosen, it wasn’t as if he had the opportunity to become intimate with anyone. Add onto that an upbringing in a cloistered, dark Citadel pouring over arcane tomes with an evil necromancer as your tutor...well it wasn’t like he sought out companionship.

Now he couldn’t help but be aware of the constant heaviness between his thighs, the squeeze of the chastity device an unrelenting hurdle to his day. It galled him that Jasmine had taken the time to put his aesthetics into consideration! The cage was silver, with a magnificent gold detailing along the sides. Thirty little blue stones surrounded the base, glowing passively. He was suspected to be responsible for the magical charge that reacted during his attempts at picking it. It held him firmly, denying him access and forcing Mozenrath to shift constantly in order to deal with its presence. He despised having to tuck or pull at himself just so it wouldn’t lay weird against his thigh! Even when he slept he got an uncomfortable tension against his pelvis that made him twitch during the night. He’d taken to putting a pillow between his thighs for comfort's sake. That did nothing against the occasional, unavoidable erection that valiantly attempted to rise up. Mozenrath was getting sick of squirming around and trying to massaging the ache out of himself as the cage firmly resisted him. He hated being restrained like this, his agency greatly diminished. He started using a dab of the salve at the base just for a little relief against his own cock.

He scoffed, glaring at his own reflection. “Some necromancer you are. Reduced to this by a filthy streetrat and his spoiled princess.” Mozenrath waved his hand and the mirror cracked, showing his split and divided self staring back at him. He turned away, pinching the bridge of his nose. There was no magic that could not be overcome with time and effort. But until then he needed to think this through. He could spend a month railing around and still make no progress or…

No! Absolutely not. He couldn’t let himself be debased like that. It was perverse!

Was it though? Nobody else needed to be aware of what he was up to. The incident that had started this whole debacle had faded away quietly without much concern. Nobody even seemed aware of what he had experienced. How would it be any different if he did it inside his own Citadel, far from the prying eyes of the world? Besides, it wasn’t as if he’d been doing it for personal pleasure. He just wanted to get the damned thing off and stop this ridiculous game.

Mozenrath tossed the idea back and forth as he tried to get back to his usual pursuits. The reliquary and amulet he’d attempted to get were now lost to him, which meant he needed a new way to foster his power. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Game or not he would find a way to get those two back for this, and then he’d show them what real sorcery could do. Not these low-brow, baser magic tricks. He spent the day in the library, researching everything he could about enchantments and reactionary magic. He even pulled a few tomes on sexual rituals. However, most of it related to using eroticism as a means of obtaining power or summoning an entity. Very little pertained to his current situation. Mozenrath was fairly sure that Aladdin and Jasmine had no intention of using his powers for their own devices. No, this was just what they’d told him. An unorthodox attempt to reign him in and keep him from further attempts at conquering Agrabah.

When hours of study produced nothing worth delving into, he looked at the shadow dial he kept. Time passed oddly in the black sands, being that the noxious clouds denied sunlight any access to the realm. So it could be difficult to know what day it was. Mozenrath sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk and debating what he wanted to do from this point forward. It was almost midnight. The start of a new day. Another chance to reduce his time spent in this miserable contraption.

He sighed to himself. At this point what did he have to lose? He could give it a fair shake and perhaps get this damned thing off sooner rather than later. if that failed, he could always keep studying and see if there wasn’t a better way to go about it. Mozenrath slapped the book closed, huffing to himself on the long walk back upstairs. Simple rules first. Eight hours sleep, two meals a day. He could do that. As for lethal magic and conquest, that didn’t need to be the center focus for now. Enchantment magic would keep him out of trouble. The device would need to be left alone until he’d come up with a more solid plan for removing it. That dealt with four out of the five requirements.

When he entered the bedroom, Mozenrath narrowed his eyes at the toy. “I am not intimidated by you,” he growled out under his breath, annoyed by the seemingly mundane instrument. Save that for later. Focus on the things he needed to do first.

Getting to sleep proved easy. He was exhausted from the day and all it really took was a little peace and quiet to let himself knock out. Mozenrath wasn’t in the habit of cooking and mamluks made for piss poor chefs, but he could conjure a meal when he needed. It was irksome to tell himself he had to get up and eat breakfast just to accommodate but fine. Whatever. He could manage. The end of the day drew near eventually and he saw the dial start to close in on eleven, the young sorcerer knew what came next. He could grumble and fuss about it all night long, but if he didn’t at least make an attempt then he would just be wasting more time.

He trudged up the stairs, locking the door behind him. Not that he was expecting anybody to burst in, but it made him feel a little more secure. Mozenrath twitched his fingers and the soft blue lanterns glowed. He made his way into the bathroom, where there was a soaking pool in the middle of everything. Hot water was a luxury, one Mozenrath simply would not let himself go without. What good was sorcery if you couldn’t get a nice, hot, relaxing bath? He took the toy from his vanity and carried it in, willing himself not to break it. He set it next to the tub on a little serving tray along with the oil and undressed, sinking down into the warmth of the tub. He gave himself a chance to let go of the frustration in his day before sitting back and gave the toy another hiss. “Fine.”

Leaning up against the side of the tub, he popped the cork and letting some of the contents trickle onto his fingers. It was more viscous than any lubricant he knew, perhaps created just for this purpose. He rubbed his thumb and fingers together before taking a deep breath and lifting his hips up above the water. “Nice and slow,” Mozenrath whispered to himself, sliding a hand along his back and touching down between his cheeks. A little huff escaped as his index finger swirled around the pink hole, moving the lubrication around cautiously. It tickled a bit, and he felt himself clench instinctively. His fingers pulled back and Moze waited as he tried to get a hold of himself. No one else was here. There was nothing to be worried about. He pressed to the entry again, moving two fingers this time in a careful, soothing pattern. As he eased, the sorcerer began working his first digit inward. A little press back and forth, just enough to get himself ready.

Finally, there was a give. Mozenrath pressed his lips together into a thin line as a finger slipped inside. He gave a little pant and the tension, sighing when he realized it wasn’t too bad. Odd, but not bad. A little motion and his hole resisted less and less. He grabbed the edge of the pool with his other hand to steady himself. Now that he had managed this far, it gave the man a bit of confidence to push. He moved deeper, gasping as he realized how soft his tunnel was inside. Mozenrath couldn’t resist probing curiously, a gentle pink flush appearing across his cheeks. The velvety cushion was an unexpected sensation. He reacted favorably, arching a little into the exploration of itself before the sorcerer realized what he was doing. He grit his teeth and pulled the finger out, brushing his hair back as he reached for the toy. “Let’s get this over with.”

A bit of oil trickled down from the top, making the plaything glisten in the light. It was a strange material, nothing like anything he’d ever seen before. Mozenrath touched the head with interest, watching it bend with a bit of give before bouncing back into position. He reached back once more, pushing it up against the pink start and maneuvering his hips to help it get in. It took a moment or two, but the rounded head found the dip. With a little nudge, it popped inside.

“Ah!” He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes darting around like there was anybody around who could hear him. This felt quite a bit different from his finger! Mozenrath spread his legs, giving him more stability, and slowly moved it forward. “Hnnn.” He was unsure of what to make of this. The toy was flexible, pushing into the softness of his body was ease. Mozenrath got a keen flare of his arousal when the next bulb descended into him, offering a careful stretch. The final one pushed at his whorled entry, Mozenrath moaning as it pushed deeper than his fingers could alone. The base was wide, and the curve nestled to his body effortlessly. He felt so strange lying there, wondering what he was expected to do next. How much would it take for this to count as ‘using’ the toy? How would he know?

“I’ve gotten this far.” He reasoned, rocking from side to side to get used to the push. The penetration offering a dull throb that spread across his cheeks, making him tingle inside. Mozenrath let out a slow breath accompanied by a prolonged “Oooooh.” before taking the base in hand and dragging it out.

His eyes rolled back and a high-pitched moan came up from his throat when the friction proved itself a match for his experimentation. Mozenrath hesitated, pushing back in and undulating his hips into the squeeze. That was unexpected, to say the least! He tried it again, and the hungry pulse became agitated by the toy’s intrusion. The sorcerer closed his eyes and let himself play with this need, drawing it out as much as he could get away with. His teeth dug into his bottom lip and Mozenrath groaned sweetly, moving to meet the toy.

The pressure was starting to grow, offering him the incentive to keep going. He continued to push and pull, teasing his hole open with less resistance on every thrust. Tiny yelps proved an indication of just how good this felt as did Mozenrath digging his fingers into the side of the pool. He was chasing some needy ache that had just begun to build from within. The toy was edging him, but not quite deep enough to give him what he was after.

As the young sorcerer continued to provoke himself, his cock began to protest. It had awakened slowly at first, unsure of what this trial meant. Now the arousal was becoming more insistent, straining against the cock cage with each passing minute. Every little stroke on the inside was met with a throb between his legs, and Mozenrath grunted at the swollen member. “Fuck.” He gasped, trying to continue with his stimulation. He moved faster, rolling his wrist to try and beat the clock. How could it feel so close and not be enough? His prick swelled up angrily at the restraint, denied its right to become erect. The push of the metal had no yield to it, and Mozenrath yelped in pain as the first sharp cramp traveled up through his root.

“Fuck!” He yelled, forced to pause until it passed. He was red-faced and horny, and he needed more than this! The salve tin was in the other room and Mozenrath wasn’t about to run out there naked and soaked with a toy up his ass in order to get it. He tried to work himself up past the ache in his pelvis. The friction rubbed him just right, inciting a blissful yearning in his belly. But it wasn't enough. He gurgled hatefully as another cramp make his thighs quiver, reluctantly drawing the toy free from his body. The ache was left unsatisfied, which put him in a cross mood. He gave up, slapping the toy back on the tray and ducking down into the pool till the water covered his shoulders. “To hell with this.” He hissed sharply until a little hum caught his attention.

Mozenrath looked down under the surface, his eyes widened. One of the little gems flickered like a firefly in the darkness before it went dim. His jaw dropped as a tiny click followed. “YES!” He rose up, clenching his fists triumphantly! Oh, it was small compensation for all that effort but compensation nonetheless! It proved that he did have some effect on the enchantment. Follow the rules every day and…

...and…

In a split second, he went from gratified to stunned as the truth sunk in. “Those bastards! Those wretched, jackal-faced bastards!” Mozenrath had to resist every impulse to let his gauntlet flare and start destroying his surroundings. He had assumed that when Aladdin told him he could lessen his sentence, it meant he could take a month of chastity down to a few weeks with compliance. The little gemstone going dark only proved the opposite. The cage would remain as long as it needed, indefinitely if he continued to play stubborn and ignore their demands. It would only release him if he continued to obey their stupid list for thirty days straight! The longer he resisted, the longer it would grapple with him, keeping the sorcerer tucked into a neat, meager little package. “It’s not fair!” he whined, running his fingers down his scalp in desperation.

Soon it would come to light that the heroes weren’t done with him just yet. Mozenrath wasn’t some easy conquest or bargain bin villain. Oh no. An idle sorcerer was a mischief-maker in waiting. If their ultimate goal was to keep him from getting into trouble then a challenge was needed to occupy his mind and body. He was just determined enough to keep up the regiment, especially when he didn’t have any alternatives available yet. IStill, it took him a few days to notice the next block between him and freedom.

Every time he used the toy, it got a little bigger.

Not by much. Not enough to feel right away. But when Mozenrath snagged the toy around day nine or so, he realized it felt different in his hand. Before it had been perhaps two or three inches long and only as thick as a finger. Now when he stared down at this devious implement, he groaned to himself as he saw it had grown longer. The bulbs were now fat enough to feel the dip between them accentuated. He covered his face and rubbed down over his chin, at a loss for words. How big was it going to get? Was this a method to keep him from winning? Gods, why didn’t he pay more attention? Ask more questions!

Because he’d been physically and emotionally exhausted, that’s why. Turns out the royal couple didn’t even need to be there in order to completely fuck him over. Yet past the infuriating lack of options present, upon that night's use of the toy, Mozenrath realized something else. Increased size meant an increased reach. He could not resist pumping himself to try and caress whatever it was the made him reel in the midst of this torment. He could hear the bubbling pop as it dove and withdrew from the pink hole, teasing out his pleasure with wry enthusiasm. Desperate for even a little taste of satisfaction, Mozenrath took a risk and used a mild spell on the toy so he could keep it moving. He was getting closer! He could feel the fluttering tension build to a fever pitch. If he could just keep this up long enough for a climax. Just one. One moment of relief in this unbearable wriggling that overshadowed all common sense.

Again, the pain from the cage denied him. Mozenrath resisted giving in as long as he could, trying to relieve the tension by pressing his fingers into the ache and alleviate it enough to cum. It helped, but not enough to work past the intense throbbing that moved through him in a spasm of pain. After a while he was forced to give in, the only satisfaction offered was the diming of another gemstone to tick off a day. The failure left him restless, tossing and turning in the sheets for hours. Eventually, he resorted to a diluted sleeping potion so he could still get the demanded eight hours in. Yet when the next day came he could not ignore the way his body complained at him for more than it was getting. This was driving him mad! If he didn't do something soon he was going to break.

A few more days and the poor sorcerer had completely given up the ghost of pride. He lay back in the bed, holding his legs open by the knees so the now fattened dildo work its way in and out of him. Mozenrath could barely stand to watch, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the lewd display. The slicked-up toy fucked him slow and steady, eagerly making tight squelching noises. He dug his fingers across the sheets and arched up into it, chasing the high he needed. He should have known they wouldn’t make it easy, but none of that mattered now. Aladdin and Jasmine had done far too good a job edging him up, giving him something to work towards before letting him loose. A shy whimper peeled up from his throat and Mozenrath spread his legs as wide as he could, giving the toy room to ruin him. “Please…” he whispered, not knowing who or what he was begging to in an empty room. “Please let me cum.” He licked his lips, pupils dilated as the stretch continued to burn him.

Then he did something he had not dared let himself do before.

He started to imagine what would be happening if Aladdin and Jasmine were there right now. He didn’t mean to! It certainly wasn’t on purpose! Once the thought crossed his mind it clung to the curves of his brain with insistence, coaxing him to let the idea expand. What would they be doing to him? He wouldn’t be unbound, that's for sure. They would have tied him up, getting the ropes just right so he would be utterly at their mercy. Aladdin’s voice would turn dark and husky, whispering little encouragements in his ear, giving him the comfort of knowing he was safe in their grasp.

~I know it’s frightening. I know it’s difficult. But you’re doing so well, Moze. Just keep it up. You don’t want to disappoint us, do you?~

Mozenrath tightened, his muscles baring down on the penetration as the very concept made the need to climax every so much more urgent! He could almost feel those rough, calloused, pick-pocket fingers touching along his body. Their embrace grounding him in the real world as his brain threatened to vanish into the needy haze. Jasmine would be teasing him, praising him, offering up a balance that made him struggle with his own ego while feeding it at the same time. He would never admit it to her out loud, but no one had ever called him pretty before. No one would have dared. The way she said it with nothing but sincerity in her voice shook him.

~See how lovely you become when you’re open and eager for us? Denial is a flattering look on you, Moze. I don’t think you really want to cum. I think you like how pretty it makes you.~

He whined sharply, his tone on the verge of breaking into sobs. He was close! So much closer than he’d ever been before. Terribly, wonderfully close! The heat sunk deep into his core, threatening to make him burst from within if he didn’t cum soon! Mozenrath cried out as the toy slammed in deep, holding within him while it stretched his hole. He could feel the pounding behind his eyes, loud as his own heartbeat. In that forlorn moment, he didn’t spare a thought for the gems or the rules. He didn’t care about any of it. Nothing mattered but the sweet long-sought release he had been working towards. “Please.” he squeaked in a tiny voice, afraid that if he dared breathe he would lose the high of this. “Oh please.”

There was no describing the terrible frustration that overtook him when his cock began to ache and the cramping began anew! Mozenrath’s anguished resounded as his eyes flew open and he bleated out a mournful wail. The orgasm died out before it could crest, leaving him in a pool of his own sweat and desperation. He kept trying, throwing himself into the motions as the toy continued to move at his command. But it was too late. He’d gone as far as he could and it hadn’t been enough to push him over the edge. The poor creature went limp on the bed, clutching the pillow to his stomach and shoving his face into it. He screamed until he started to cough. He sliced his gauntlet out, killing the spell and letting the toy fall lifeless to the sheets. Mozenrath railed muffled curses into his bed until they dissolved into sobs and all he could do was roll over, writhing around like some mean and cock hungry wretch.

Another gem dimmed, and he didn’t care. All he could do was lie there until he stopped crying and shakily managed to summon a glass of water and something to eat. It took a great deal of energy to work himself up to that point, and now he was actually hungry instead of just going through the motions. The cold water helping to stave off the tingling heat that didn’t want to release him. With a great deal of chagrin, Mozenrath realized how much oil he had used in his vain attempt and waved away the messy bedsheets. Nothing in his life had ever made him feel so filthy and raw.

Echoing through it all were the familiar voices in his head, promising that they were proud of him for working so hard and encouraging their sorcerer to try again tomorrow.

~~~

Neither Aladdin nor Jasmine was entirely surprised when they passed the thirty-day mark and there was no sign of their errant sorcerer. They expected him to be difficult. That was just par the course for Mozenrath. By now he had to have figured out the trick and was probably driving himself crazy trying to get around it before realizing there was only one way out. Their way.

“Do you think he’s holding up alright?” Jasmine asked while they lay in the grass, enjoying a little bit of downtime. Aside from their ongoing game with Mozenrath, being a royal couple meant actually doing the job. It could be difficult to find a spare hour or so to just linger with one another and not feel obligated to perform their roles. When they could, it was nice to steal a little time at the end of the day and retire to their private household within the palace.

“I’m sure he’s furious with us right now. I can’t really blame him for that. But we knew this was going to be a process.” Aladdin tucked his hands around her waist, drawing his wife back to sit against his chest. “One day at a time. Either he’ll show up back here in a few more days or he won’t. In which case we may have to go get that cage off him.”

“Which I’m sure he’ll be equally ungrateful for.” She admitted, folding her hands over his and sighing. She already missed the jackass. For all his attitude and poor behaviors, there was a pervasive need for attention that waited behind those eyes. It broke free when pushed hard enough, clinging to every kind touch and whisper of praise. She had first seen it when Aladdin had been belting the poor thing. It had been thrilling to see Mozenrath’s ego get taken down a few notches. That did not make her blind to the desperate creature suppressed under his bravado. Jasmine knew someone in need when she saw it. “We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

Aladdin nodded in agreement. They hadn’t immediately decided to take on the sorcerer as a project. The decision had been far more gradual than it seemed. For a while now they’d been floating around the idea of trying to turn some of their enemies into allies. Ruling a kingdom meant that flying off on a magic carpet to face every threat head-on was no longer an option, much to the former streetrat's regret. Mozenrath had been one of the potentials, but they had never considered this particular method as an option.

Until that day in the city square.

Aladdin had been well and truly stunned by Mozenrath’s reaction to the belting. It had never occurred to him that someone like the sorcerer could be into such play, much less aroused by his own submission. He’d kept it to himself until he could get back to the palace and find a moment to talk to his wife privately and tell her everything. Jasmine had been shocked, to say the least, but undeniably intrigued. When the initial surprise wore off, they had started joking about it together. The both of them teasing ideas about what that wicked sorcerer must get up to in his spare time. It was funny at first. Just a way to ease the awkwardness around the situation.

Then Jasmine had asked; “If you could do it again, knowing what would happen, would you still have punished him?” He had answered her with a very honest maybe, unsure of how that would change the dynamic by walking into it knowingly. His wife had touched his chest and told him shyly; “Next time, I want to watch.”

From there, everything hit just right. When Mozenrath cropped up again, he kept his promise, and Jasmine had been truly delighted to see the sorcerer’s mewling first hand. It had only solidified their resolve, and it didn’t take much convincing on either side. There was no point in denying that a powerful, well-respected sorcerer in their corner would be a deterrent against many of their challenging enemies. Yet the benefits went well beyond that. Something was there beyond the rancor the necromancer could manifest while they tried to discipline him. It would take time to drag out. After all, Mozenrath certainly wasn’t going to do it willingly.

The cock cage had been Jasmine’s idea, though it had been funny to watch the royal jeweler try to avoid looking his sultan in the eyes as he got the commission. Those were going to create some interesting rumors for the court gossipers to have fun with. Aladdin agreed that it suited their plans for the sorcerer quite well. His pride wouldn’t let him suffer the device for long, which let them put the rules in place. That had been Aladdin’s contribution to remove the sorcerer as a threat. He wondered how long it had taken for Moze to actually start doing what he’d been told. Not to mention how much longer it had been before the sorcerer had realized the toy’s not so little surprise.

Jasmine tapped his arm. “Aladdin, look.”

They watched as a portal opened in front of them, the familiar blue and black magic of the necromancer fraying around the edges. Aladdin waited to see what would happen, quirking an eyebrow when nothing came through. “Moze?”

“Are you by yourself?” Came the voice from the other end, edged with a frantic tone.

“That depends. Are you planning on attacking us or…” Jasmine drawled off, a little smile at the edge of her lips.

“I don’t want to have the exchange in public!” The barked reply answered, clearly in no mood for games.

Aladdin laughed richly, then shook his head. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. It’s okay. Nobody else is here but us. I promise.”

Mozenrath poked his head out, taking a look around before he trusted them enough to step through. He waited just long enough to get himself on solid ground before he grabbed at Jasmine’s collar, hauling her up before Aladdin could stop him. “Take it off!” He shouted in her face, more desperate than angry. “Now, or so help me…!”

“Is that how you’re planning to ask me?” She shoved away from him, straightening herself up without acknowledging his implied threat. “Because if it is, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson at all.”

Aladdin backed her up with a hand on the shoulder, amused now that he could see the condition they had put him in. “Maybe we should try another month and see if that cools his temper down a bit.”

“NO!” Mozenrath clenched his hands down by his side, pulling in every ounce of composure he had to keep from risking his freedom. “That was not what you told me. You said if I followed the rules, I could get it off me. I did it, alright? I did what you said. The gems are all dark now. So keep your word and get this damned thing off me!”

Jasmine didn’t move. She crossed her arms, unimpressed with his attempted tirade. He appeared disheveled, his clothing wrinkled and his hair tussled, but oddly better than when they had last seen him. The dark circles under his eyes had lessened, and he seemed a bit healthier. Both of these were good indicators that he had taken the eating and sleeping to heart. “Take a moment and think for me, Mozenrath. How should you be asking me this?”

The sorcerer cringed, squeezing his eyes shut until he could get himself under control. He looked up at the sky, knowing good and well there was no alternative. “Please, will you get this off me?” He tried again, only to hear her laugh softly at him.

“Oh, Moze.” She whispered, walking towards him and cupping his chin in her hand. A moan greeted her, followed by an abashed and shamefaced creature that looked like he regretted setting foot here again. It was magnificently charming. But she was undeterred. “Try again.”

“It gets easier every time, I promise.” Aladdin encouraged as he slipped in behind the man, pinning him between the two of them. Mozenrath jerked when the hero’s fingers gripped into his curls as his body fought his pride. The languid hunger for touch and attention was there just under the skin. It only needed a little bit more of a push to bring it to the surface. “It’s going to be okay, Moze. No one else is here. Nobody can see this but us.”

“Close your eyes,” Jasmine told him, putting her hand on his belt as if it were a leash she could tug. Mozenrath licked his lips but obeyed. “Take a deep breath.” He did as he was told, the closeness of them both infuriating and thrilling. The sultana didn’t need to ask to know his attempts at climax had been unsuccessful. It was written all over him. Good. That meant they could move forward. “Now, you know what you need to say to me. So let’s try it again.”

Mozenrath whimpered, knowing that his cock was already twitching against its constricting prison. He held onto the ache, his heartbeat quickening as he drank in the scent of their skin and the heat from their hands on his body. “T-thank you.” He managed in a breath voice. “Thank you for correcting me. Please, will you take the cage off me now?”

She exchanged a look with her husband, who nodded. Jasmine tugged at the belt, letting his trousers fall down enough for her to see the shining cage holding the man’s lovely prick as if it were on display. She took a moment to appreciate the scene. The dappled sunlight from beyond the tree fell on his skin in golden rays. Aladdin was holding the man under total control with a single hand. Mozenrath was even wearing the gauntlet for pity's sake! If he wanted to fight he could. Instead, he was standing there, panting and aroused, thighs squeezing as if he were trying not to undulate towards her. “You look absolutely stunning, Mozenrath.” She promised him, laying her hand on the cage. The heart locks had been for show only in order to discourage him. She could tell from the little scratches along the sides that the sorcerer had tried at least a few times to free himself. “I see you couldn’t resist fiddling with your cage, could you?”

Mozenrath whined but didn’t deny it. “I’m sorry.” he muttered, not able to look her in the eyes.

“It’s alright. I’m sure you were already punished for that.” The sultana continued, inspecting the little gems. Each one had gone out, and Jasmine gave his round balls a neat little pat while he trembled in her grasp. “Alright. It’s going to hurt a bit. Relax for me.” She put her hand against the ring and turned it until several little clicks went off and the two parts separated. Technically Mozenrath could have removed it himself once the gems fluttered out. But it suited their purpose if they gave him a reason to come back to them.

The sorcerer released the longest, lowest groan Jasmine had ever heard. She gently removed the cage from the exhausted man, his cock bobbing up shamefully between them. He didn’t dare move, but his eyes widened as Aladdin and Jasmine let go of him, the sultan giving his trousers a tug up to help him.

“You did very well,” Aladdin added as Jasmine tossed him the cage. “It’s okay Moze. You can go now. We won’t take up any more of your time.”

His chest hurt. He clutched onto his pants, winding the belt back around as his skin burned where they had gripped him. Mozenrath swallowed, looking around in confusion and dismay. “You...want me to go.”

“I didn’t say I want you to go. I said it’s okay if you want to go.”

He frowned, narrowing his eyes at them. “What is this? You never make it this easy. What's the catch this time?”

Aladdin shook his head. “No games. No catch. You did what we said and you earned your freedom. You haven't done anything wrong in the last ten minutes...hopefully. So there’s no reason to punish you again.” He gave what he felt was a reassuring smile to the bewildered sorcerer, pushing his thumb up against the metal of the cage as if making a lewd suggestion. “Unless of course, there’s something you’d like to tell us.”

“Of course not!” He snapped back all too quickly. “I just want to be sure I don’t have to put up with any more nonsense from you two…” He halted at a warning glance from Jasmine. “...people.” Mozenrath finished off before he raised his gauntlet, opening the portal back up with every determination to leave.

“Are you sure?” Aladdin asked one more time, elbowing Jasmine and giving a discreet point so she would see what he was looking at. The sultana stifled her chuckle and urged him to go on. “Because from where I’m standing, I can see your holding onto something of ours.”

Mozenrath went rigid and the portal closed with a displacement of air. He didn’t need to turn to feel Aladdin’s presence getting closer to him.

“Is that something you’d like to give back, or would you like to keep it?” He inquired lightly, laying his hand against the base of the toy and giving it a little nudge forward. Mozenrath damn near lost his balance, and Aladdin had to wrap an arm around his chest to keep him upright. “If you want to give it back, I can take it out right now. I know I'd like to see how big it's gotten.” His voice was low and dark in the man's ears, making the most filthy enticements seem desirable. "We could see how much it's made you gape."

Mozenrath shuddered in reluctant delight as Aladdin manipulated the toy against his hole. He was fighting every call from his body to grab the man and beg for a little release now that it was a real possibility. Yet somehow he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Instead, he whimpered, panting hotly when Aladdin’s hand traveled up and took a firm hold of his throat.

“But if you want to keep it, you’re going to have to give us something in return.”

Part of him said with all strictness to let Aladdin have the damned thing and be done with it. He could get another. It wouldn’t be that hard. There were shops, right? The other part said that he had earned it. That he should keep it and use it so he wouldn’t be tempted to show his face here in Agrabah for a good long while if ever again. Mozenrath had taken to wearing the dildo whenever he could, trying to build himself up and get closer to the release he sought. Now with the chastity cage removed it should be much easier to achieve. However, that meant he’d have to walk out of here with the toy. He gazed up at Aladdin, trying not to grind his hips back into the man’s body. “What do you want in exchange?”

Chapter Text

This was the very last place Mozenrath expected to spend his afternoon.

The open-air pavilion had a series of trees placed around it for a bit of privacy. Colorful sheer curtains hung about for a resplendent atmosphere. The pool itself was set into marble, helping to keep the water refreshingly cool for a dip to defend against the heat of the day. Flower petals lay along the surface, floating slowly back and forth in accordance with the slightest breeze.

“Come on.” Aladdin offered with an open hand, guiding him towards the pool. “I promise it’ll be nice.”

“...you want me to get into the pool.”

“That's the general idea.” The streetrat smiled, amused by the hesitancy.

“Naked.”

“I mean if you really want to get your clothes soaking wet that’s your choice.” Jasmine turned away, fixing her fingers to the button at the front of her blouse and undoing it. “I on the other hand would like something to wear when we get out.”

A flush of red rose up against his face and it felt as if he ought to look away. Not that he was shy or totally unfamiliar with a woman’s body. But it did feel perhaps a little rude to just stare at her flat out. Jasmine didn’t seem to have any concern whatsoever, tossing the top on a nearby bench and stretching out, her breasts bouncing merrily against her chest. Likewise, Aladdin was taking off his clothing, preparing to join her in the tub.

“What's wrong?” Aladdin folded up his top and set it down. “We’ve seen everything you have by now, Moze.”

Not like this! It was one thing when they stripped and exposed him in the midst of punishment. This was far more intimidating. Still, he wasn’t about to back down like a coward. He wouldn’t allow them to believe they could keep him cowed so easily. Mozenrath began to undo his clothing stubbornly, tossing it onto the floor as if it didn’t matter. He pretended to be too focused on that to look at either of the royal couple. But in truth, he caught a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Jasmine was lovely, one really couldn’t argue that fact. Rich black hair, wide hazel eyes, refined in her movements in a way that reflected her position. She glided down into the waters, sighing as the coolness gave her a bit of relief. “That's wonderful.” The sultana sunk down, letting it come up to her shoulders as her mass of thick black hair trailed behind her like a tail. The pool was just deep enough to get on her knees and still keep her head well above the water. The rounded tops of her breasts bobbed at the surface, and Mozenrath pinkened to see them. “Are you coming or not?” She asked the two men. Aladdin finished getting his clothes off, his rounded ass flexing as he walked over to the stairs so he could slip in.

Mozenrath froze at the sight of him.

Oh.

Oh, that was just not fucking fair by any standard! He turned his head away, feeling like he’d just swallowed a rock. The two splashed behind him playfully, waiting to be joined by the sorcerer. Mozenrath pulled his dignity together as he got the clothing off, wondering what exactly it was they had planned for him now! Was that why they’d given him the toy? Were they trying to prepare him? For fucks sake the streetrat's cock had to be three times the size of that toy at its largest! There was no conceivable way he could…

“Mozenrath? Are you alright?”

He turned around, unable to keep himself from peeking just a little below the surface. “What are you going to do to me?”

Aladdin and Jasmine exchanged a look as if they understood his nervousness. “Moze, nothing is going to happen today. You did what you were asked. You haven't been screwing around trying to conquer anything lately. We’ve been giving you a hard time without being able to properly take care of you after.” He swam back, making room for the sorcerer to get in if he wanted.

“We asked for one day in exchange for the toy you’re so fond of.” Jasmine finished, dipping her head back to get her hair wet. “This is how we want to spend it.”

He arched a suspicious eyebrow, doubting their intentions. “No whippings? No bondage or humiliating the hell out of me for your personal amusements?”

“Not today.” She promised, holding out a hand to him. “Today is just for relaxing.”

Mozenrath hesitated a moment longer. He waved her hand off, not willing to go that far, and dropped down into the water, keeping his distance from the both of them. The necromancer let out a begrudging sigh as he realized just how nice it felt on his skin.

“There. Not so bad is it?” Jasmine kicked away from him, leaning up against the side and tilting her head back. She could tell how nervous he was, and there was more than one reason. It thrilled her to see how unsure he was, catching a glimpse of the person behind the aura of malice he usually kept up. She really had been adoring their games with the sorcerer, but this was needed too. They had been very careful not to offer him any real harm, keeping him on the edge of anticipation and pleasure. But now it was time to show the other side of the coin.

Aladdin reached over and pulled a tray close to the edge. There was a large glass pitcher with fruit slices and wine along with a few cups and some little treats waiting. “Are you doing okay since we last saw you?” He poured them each a cup, but Mozenrath refused.

“I’m fine.” He told them shortly.

“Did the salves and all help? We’ve got plenty if you need more…”

“I said I’m fine.” He worked to keep his tone level, all too aware of what could happen if he mouthed off here and now. All it would take was one insult, one snarling comment, or threat and they would throw him to the ground, jerk his arms behind his back, tie him up and deliver all manner of wicked punishments on his body! Mozenrath stiffened, making a low whimper down in his throat as he crossed his legs and sunk down into the waters. Why? Why was he thinking of that now? Stupid, treacherous body!

“Okay. You’re fine.” Aladdin couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face, almost as if he could read Mozenrath’s mind. He moved across the pool towards the sorcerer, more than aware of how tense this was making him.

Mozenrath moved away, trying to keep them at arm's length. “Is this all we’re planning on doing today? Lazing around in a pool?”

“Is there something else you wanted to do?”

“I can guess,” Jasmine added with a soft little laugh. “In all that time did you successfully manage?” She knew he hadn’t. But there was a difference between knowing and getting him to admit to it out loud. Their guest gave her a dark look, his lip curling for dramatic effect, but said nothing. “It’s alright, you know. It’s difficult to learn how to cum that way. You should be proud of yourself for keeping at it but I’m not surprised. Your determination is one of your best qualities.”

His chest was thudding to an annoying degree, as her words rolled about in his mind. Mozenrath couldn’t resist asking, “How would you know?” It wasn’t a mean question or a sarcastic one. If anything he seemed genuinely curious. All it took was for the sultana to glance at her husband with a positively lascivious glint to her eyes. He couldn't believe what they were suggesting! Was she saying that she had...to Aladdin!

Aladdin flushed and grinned sheepishly as he settled into the water. “We have experience.” He replied smoothly without a trace of embarrassment. Jasmine giggled and squirmed, the excitement between them almost palpable.

Mozenrath had a hundred questions running through his mind, each one more confusing than the last. These games they played hadn’t begun with him. If all they wanted was to keep him under control they would have done something by now to keep him under their thumb. Instead, he was sitting here waiting to see what would happen next. They said he could leave. They’d done nothing to prevent it. He was only here because they’d given him an incentive to stay. That incentive was sitting just across from him on a table, and it was frustrating him to look at it now. Aladdin had gently tugged it from his body, promising he would get it back at the day's end. It was freshly cleaned, glistening, and returned to its original size, which frankly annoyed the hell out of the sorcerer. Now he’d have to work it back up again! Just thinking about how long he’d spent letting that toy slide in and out of his body, enticing him until he was a damned mess, forcing him to the very edge of need…

“You look distracted.” Jasmine mentioned, swimming a bit closer. “Or anxious. Hard to tell.”

“I wonder why I could possibly be nervous?” He snipped back as he tried valiantly to keep from looking like he was consoling himself.

“What is it you think we’re going to do to you right now?” Aladdin nudged, trying to get some interaction out of him.

“Rather, what is it you’re afraid we’re going to do to you?” Jasmine corrected.

Mozenrath was livid! “I’m not afraid of anything!” He headed for the edge of the tub with the intention of grabbing his clothing and getting out of here. Screw the damned toy! He would find another one somewhere else. It wasn’t worth staying here and feeling like he was on edge the whole time. “You’re both insane! Why can’t we go back to trying to kill each other like normal people?”

“Is that really what you want, Moze?”

“Stop calling me Moze!” The water sloshed as he spun around, yelling at the top of his lungs as his gauntlet crackled with dark energy. He jerked to a stop as he realized how close to him Aladdin was. Some parts were much closer than others. A flicker of worry crossed the sorcerer's features, but Aladdin didn’t look upset at him. His brows were knit, and his lips were turned down in a little frown. “What?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of that? Come on Mozenrath. How much of our lives are we supposed to spend on this futile exercise?” Aladdin reasoned with him, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder and trying his best to convince him to stay. “You have so much power, so much possibility. Did you ever think of what you could do with it besides trying to conquer everything?”

Aladdin was asking him a sincere question., but Mozenrath could not resist a glib reply. “And do what? Parlor tricks and cheap gags like your Genie?”

“You could use it to help people. You said it yourself, there are very few other sorcerers out there who can match you in skill. You could protect others, you could make up for some of your past deeds by improving people's lives. We could help…”

Mozenrath laughed. It started low at first, then heightened to a truly amused cackling in the back of his throat. “Oh, my gods! Oh!” He held his chest, walking away from the sultan and his queen. “I should have known.” The two of them looked confused, but Mozenrath wasn’t fooled. “Oh no! No no, don’t mistake me. I actually respect you both for this little ploy! It’s underhanded, manipulative, cunning. You’ve taken to politics with an unusual flair, streetrat.”

Aladdin rolled his eyes. “It’s not that simple. I’d be happy enough if you’d just stop attacking people all the time. But Moze if you don’t get a handle on yourself, we will have to.”

“I'm sure you’d both just hate that. I could tell how you have such a difficult time with it when you were flogging me and humiliating me for your own personal amusements! You’re such a humanitarian, hero.”

Jasmine got up slowly, keeping her dignity wrapped about her presence like armor as she approached. “Mozenrath, are you happy with what you’re doing right now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“For years you’ve brought attack after attack on Agrabah and us, each one unsuccessful. You’re powerful but it doesn’t seem to give you anything you really want.”

“You know nothing about what I want.” He snapped back at her furiously, shoving Aladdin’s hand off.

“Then educate me. What do you want?”

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

The sultana shook her head. “Not at all. I’m trying to benefit you. All of us, really. So you tell us, what do you really want out of your life? Are you happy in that dark, lonely Citadel in the middle of nowhere? Are you happy with undead servants and endless quests for power? A power that’s eating you alive from year to year?” She indicated his gauntlet and the bone elbow that bone out from the end.

“You can’t change anything about that.”

“Maybe not now. But maybe we could help. We could try at the very least.” Aladdin offered him kindly. Yes, Mozenrath would be a huge benefit to have on their side, eliminating one of their most powerful enemies and providing a significant ally in the same moment. There was no reason for him to not get something out of it as well. Something about the sorcerer had always struck with Aladdin during their interactions. He fought off a lot of villains, from evil elementals to crazed mages. Maybe it was because they were so close in age, but Mozenrath’s sullen, overconfident nature reminded him a lot of what he’d been like at some of his darkest moments trying to survive in the streets. The sorcerer kept people at a distance. Was that because he was secretive and anti-social or because he didn’t know who he could trust? They knew very little of him on a more personal level and Aladdin got the feeling that was on purpose. He had tried a few times to learn more about Destane, the necromancer’s former tutor, but again it wasn’t like anybody had been the man’s close personal friend. Yet still, there was something relatable there that made Aladdin want to try to make things amicable, potentially more than amicable if current events followed through.

“Be careful you don’t promise more than you can deliver on.”

“Then how about right now?” Jasmine insisted. If he wasn’t going to tell her what he wanted in the big picture, then she would keep the focus relative. “What would be something you’d like to do today?”

His eyes darted towards the toy before he could stop himself. Jasmine caught the glance and Mozenrath tried to ignore her little smile. He could go. No consequences. None the less he stayed rooted to the spot. If he went back to the Citadel then he knew exactly what was waiting for him. A long night finger fucking himself crazy while trying to jerk off at the same time in an empty bed. If he stayed, there was no telling what these two deviants had in mind for him! And that was a little more than intriguing. “What do you plan to do if I stay?”

“Come back in the water and find out,” Aladdin invited.

Mozenrath knew damn good and well he was inviting trouble in the front door. He reached out, pulled back, then groaned as he let Aladdin take his hand and guide him back to the waters. “What do you want from me? Really.”

“Exactly what I told you a while ago. I’m tired of everything being a fight.” He pulled the sorcerer closer, Mozenrath swallowing as he was pressed up close to the hero’s chest. “And I have some hope that you could be someone we don’t have to fight with anymore.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“So were you.” Jasmine pointed out as she slipped in behind him. “Now, as to what we intend to do with you, right now we’re going to finish our soak, then we’re going to have a little lunch, afterward, maybe a nice massage.” She traced her fingers down his back, looking at the faded red lines and little bruises still lingering from their torments.

“And then?”

Jasmine smiled and pressed her fingers to the man’s hips. It was impossible to miss the way he arched, barely containing a little moan. He was so sensitive when it came to being touched or held. How long had it been since anyone had put their hands on this man beside them? She had noticed the way Mozenrath turned reticent whenever he was praised. Perhaps he truly wasn’t used to being given affection. The sultana couldn’t imagine Mozenrath had been given much positive attention in his formative years if any at all. “That will depend entirely upon what you want to do.” She pushed a kiss to his shoulder, startling the man as he blinked at her in confusion.

Mozenrath was given only a moment to process that before Aladdin tilted his chin up and kissed his throat. “Stop that,” he muttered ineffectively, giving a perfunctory shove against the man as Aladdin continued to move his lips downwards. “You’re not even – ouhhhhhhh!” Mozenrath’s words were cut off as that mouth found a soft spot next to his clavicle and a tongue flicked out against it. A positively beautiful shiver went right up through his spine and into his brain. Mozenrath didn’t mean to lean into the touches, but he did nonetheless. The two took full advantage of his distraction to drag him further into their clutches.

It was a vicious tactic. He’d spent a month edging himself to the point of insanity and now it felt like they were just teasing him up again. But Mozenrath couldn't bring himself to push them away. Jasmine’s arms dipped around his waist, hugging him up against her body. Her hands were tender, but he didn’t dare underestimate what she could do with them. She tussled his hair and turned his face towards her own. Mozenrath parted his lips without thinking and found her’s were warm and entreating against them. There was not one bit of shyness to the woman when she slipped her tongue into his mouth. It surprised him more than anything so far when Jasmine let out a tender little hum of pleasure at his return of affection.

“Why Moze, you’re a good kisser.”

“I..uh.” Dammit it to hell, why couldn’t he be glib when it counted for something?

“Let me try.” Aladdin chuckled in his ear and Mozenrath found himself pressing his tongue up to Aladdin’s. The hero's hold was stronger, not as if he were trying to force the sorcerer down but more like he was providing a grounding influence. He gripped Mozenrath’s ass, enjoying the way it made the sorcerer jump in surprise.

“You said…!” Mozenrath squirmed as the fingers dug into his flesh and rubbed him in a soothing manner. He was trying so hard not to get himself all worked up, but the way their hands glided over his body was making it increasingly difficult to resist!

“Let’s have a bite to eat.” Jasmine teased, breaking the tension now that they had gotten him to settle back down. Mozenrath whimpered shortly as their touch left him, aware of his own body as if he just remembered he had one. He remained at a distance however as they took a tray with little delicacies and snacks and set it closer to the edge. The sultana pushed it a little closer to him. “Have a little something Moze.”

“I don’t eat much.” He admitted before he could stop himself, sinking down till only his head was out of the water. “Never have really.”

“Is it a necromancer thing?” Aladdin asked like he was genuinely curious.

Mozenrath couldn’t resist a cringe as he gazed over at his host. “No, Aladdin. It is not a necromancer thing. Do you honestly think there’s a whole school of sorcery that means you don’t have to eat?”

Jasmine giggled behind her hand and Aladdin paused with a slice of mango halfway to his mouth. “What? I don’t know how this stuff works.”

“It never occurred to you that with half of your adversaries being magical entities it might do you a world of good to actually learn something about the subject?” He sighed dismissively, picking at a grape and rolling it between his fingers. “It’s not magic. I’m just used to not eating a lot.”

Aladdin started to say something, but Jasmine put a hand on his leg under the water. Not right now. Mozenrath clearly was reluctant to tell them anything about himself and pushing too hard only provoked him into frustration. They were already making small progress. Best to let it lie for now. Yet Aladdin lingered on the thought. Growing up poor meant that if there was food, you ate while you were lucky enough to do so. Being in the palace for years now was a welcome change, though it still stunned him to see how much provender there could be in one place at one time. Mozenrath might like things morbid, but Aladdin had been to the Citadel enough to know it wasn’t like he was impoverished. There were two kinds of folks who didn’t eat; people who didn’t have enough in the first place, and those who were denied food by someone else in order to keep them subdued.

He said nothing but held onto the possibility.

Mozenrath reached for the pitcher of wine, but Jasmine pulled the tray back.

“Have you eaten anything at all today?” She asked with a skeptical brow.

The young necromancer started to argue. He even had something about how he didn’t need someone else to tell him what to do, but the fight went right out of him. He wanted the wine dammit. Mozenrath grumbled something to himself before answering. “No.”

She pushed a plate of flatbread and some olives towards him. “Eat something. Then you can have wine.”

Mozenrath glowered, but stubbornly drug the plate across the tiles with a loud clanging noise before he started to pick at it with mixed emotions. He wasn’t about to tell them that he usually drank quite a bit more than he ate. Still, when he’d had a bit Jasmine passed a glass of wine to him, and he nodded graciously. Being around others in a more placid environment was weird enough. Being here with these two was much stranger. It wasn’t all bad. The food was good, the wine was excellent. The water was cool and the day was warm. He let the royal couple drone on back and forth over things he didn’t care about until Aladdin touched him gently. “What?”

“Come here. We’re going to take care of the massage.”

“Oh. Oh!” Mozenrath jumped when it clicked through what that would mean. He was naked. It had been over a month since he’d cum. Just those two giving him a little kissing had been enough to make him half hard! “I’m fine. I don’t need a mass-AGE!” He yelped as Aladdin tucked a hand under his knees, causing Mozenrath to stumble back into his arms. “You jackass!” he snarled, Aladdin laughing as he lifted the man up out of the water. “I don’t need to be carried!” He protested, shoving up against the firm, muscular chest. The fact that Aladdin could lift him up like he weighed nothing was making him squirm with unfamiliar feelings.

“Apparently you do.” The hero laid him down on a wide bench, taking a seat at the man’s head. He maneuvered so Mozenrath would have to lie his head in the streetrat's lap.

The sorcerer dug his fingers into the fabric and went rigid. Aladdin was doing this on purpose! He had to be! Even without being erect, Mozenrath could feel that cock against the back of his head. He started to turn pink at the cheeks, trying not to think about it. He only got a moment before Jasmine joined them, sitting next to his legs. She took a bottle with lavender-tinted oil and poured some into her palms, rubbing them together until it warmed. How could he resist a low, relieved groan when her hands pressed up against his calves and started to knead them with careful touches. He closed his eyes, hissing out as she moved her thumbs in circles, finding his tension and working through it.

“There, is that so bad?” Aladdin asked while he pushed his fingers into Mozenrath’s hair and began to massage his scalp.

Mozenrath could act as stubborn and bratty as he wished. But his body wasn’t having it. Their touches were a gift he didn’t know he needed. The oil was soothing and lightly scented. The bench was cushioned and comfortable. There was nothing he needed to do and nothing he needed to be worried about. His pride needled him incessantly, demanding that he not make it this easy on them. “It’d be better if I wasn’t getting poked in the back of the head.”

Aladdin quirked his lips in a bemused manner and Jasmine laughed so hard that her belly jiggled. “Best get used to it now, Moze. It doesn’t get any smaller than that.” She let the implication land before tucking her hands into his pelvis, rubbing around the sorcerer's own lovely prick. “Yours on the other hand has proven it can get bigger.”

He squirmed as Jasmine teased, her caress a desperately sought-after comfort. She didn’t break eye contact, smiling when he started to roll his hips despite himself, cock slowly twitching to life in anticipation. When the first sweet whine escaped, Mozenrath shook his head in a wordless plea. Please, no more teasing! No more edging. He’d pass out!

But Jasmine didn’t stop. When he tried to sit up, Aladdin pressed him back into place, rubbing his thumb over Mozenrath’s pouty bottom lip. “Stay right here. You don’t need to do anything else.”

“I...ah!” Mozenrath panted quickly when Jasmine finally took his cock into her hand, giving it a long, slow pump. “J-Jasmine!” He whimpered.

“You’ve been very patient, and I know you’ve worked very hard to behave.” She told him calmly, fingers playing up and down along the shaft. “So, would you like to cum properly, Mozenrath?”

He nodded quickly, watching as Aladdin took hold of his wrists and led them up around his waist, letting Moze hold onto him for security. His legs opened without resistance when her other hand cupped his balls and gave them a fond squeeze, warming him up. “Ah! No games!” He pleaded with her, too hot and bothered to pretend he had any pride at the moment. “No games this time, right?”

Jasmine shook her head. “As long as you continue to behave, you’ll get to cum. No insults, no threats, and what do you think you need to say when you’re finished?”

He bit the inside of his lips as the languid tension pulsed quickly through his veins. He gave a curious thrust forward, and when that was allowed without commentary he continued gracelessly. “Thank you.” He rasped out when Aladdin's fingers joined the fray and pinched his nipples gingerly. “Thank you!”

“Close,” Aladdin instructed, using his thumb to hold the tender nub in place while his index finger stroked. “I want to hear you say, thank you for letting me cum.” He pinched, inciting a squeal from their guest. “Try it for me.”

Mozenrath bared his teeth when the hungry ache moved deeper, pushing him to do whatever it took to fulfill this urge. “Thank you for letting me cum.” He breathed out in a voice hardly more substantial than a whisper. For once he wasn’t trying to be obstinate. All his focus was built up in letting himself indulge in the haze they provided. Jasmine was his patient guide, working him through the path at her leisure. Mozenrath couldn’t pull his eyes away as she dripped more oil onto her fingers and tucked them down between his cheeks, swirling one around his hole.

“So tight.” She cooed with fascination, letting one finger press to him easily. Mozenrath batted his eyes at her, lolling his head from side to side. “After all that work with the toy, you’re still squeezing so firm against me. Take a deep breath for me…” She told the man, and when he obeyed Jasmine maneuvered her finger inside of him.

“You really like that, don’t you?” Aladdin’s hands did not stop giving him those soft, tickling strokes, cajoling him to remain docile for the moment. A pinch against the man’s nipples here and there did not go unnoticed, serving to bring Mozenrath into a mewling state of being.

“Don’t blame me for what you two perverts got me started with! AH!” He shrieked when Jasmine’s grip tightened at the base, squeezing just enough to make his cock bulge over her fingers.

“You’ve been doing well so far. Don’t ruin the reward we’re giving.” She warned him, and he knew not to doubt her intention.

“Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” He promised, swallowing as she released him. Another finger joined the first, bringing Mozenrath a touch of that aching stretch he’d gotten to associate with impending pleasure. Her fingers crooked within, searching after the swollen bundle of nerves that she knew would put the sorcerer neatly under her control. As she discovered it, Mozenrath began to bounce, encouraging her to do more. This was a needed heat, the combination of her stroke and penetration driving him forward. His thighs were tingling, his cock was hard and throbbing. As Jasmine’s clever fingers toyed with him, Moze felt the deep press hold him where she wished.

Aladdin kissed his brow kindly, taking in the sight of their tender guest as he slowly descended into the warmth they offered. “You really are beautiful.” That brought those dark eyes up to meet his own, the conflict between arousal and anxiety reflected in them. Aladdin traced down the side of the man’s face, drawing a line across his high cheekbones down over his ample lips. To his surprise, Mozenrath opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out instinctively. “That was almost cute, like a pet.”

Heat flared in his belly and Mozenrath turned on a dime, a harsh growl erupting from his throat. He sneered, ready to unleash something that was sure to get him into trouble and out of the reward he’d suffered to obtain.

But Jasmine caught him in the crux. “I think you need something a little firmer to keep your focus where it belongs.” She tugged her fingers free, and the men could only watch as she took hold of the toy and returned it to him in the most intimate of manners. Mozenrath whined and bit his bottom lip, eyes rolling back as he forgot what it was he had intended to say. “Nice and snug.” She told him smugly as the base pushed up against his hole, keeping itself tucked to the curve of his body.

“How does it feel in your ass?” Aladdin kissed his cheek, holding Mozenrath tightly while the sorcerer arched and whined. “Do you feel it teasing up against your prostate? Does it hit it just enough to make you want more?”

“You know it does!” He proclaimed, trying not to make a fool of himself. He threw his head back into Aladdin’s lap, nuzzling around for comfort. He'd been so concentrated on trying to cum that at first, he didn’t realize the hero’s cock had started to rise up. The sorcerer had hoped in vain that it wouldn’t grow any larger, but by the look of things, Aladdin’s prick had every intention of asserting its interest in him. "Oh fuck..." he whimpered helplessly as he got a full view of it.

“You look nervous.” Aladdin tickled down his ribs and Mozenrath fluttered sweetly. “Don’t be. This is just your reward. You don’t need to think about anything else.”

He didn’t believe it for a second, but when Jasmine began to kiss the inside of his thighs, it didn’t matter. Mozenrath’s voice rose into a song of longing. His breath turned shallow as he drew nearer, pushed by their attention being lavished on him. His skin felt tight and warm, his muscles tensed, and he rocked up and down to nudge the toy deeper. The throbbing at the base of his cock was like a drum beat, the pace quickening until he felt it all the way up through his belly.

“If you want us to make it larger, just ask.” The sultana encouraged. One of the many amazing things about having a djinn friend was all the lovely magical gifts he had given them to 'keep the marriage fresh.' Aladdin and Jasmine had plenty in their arsenal to share if Mozenrath was ready to accept it.

Mozenrath closed his eyes, shook his head no, then cracked like an egg. “...yes…” He consented meekly, turning away so he didn’t have to deal with self-satisfied the look in their eyes. “Yes please! Please!” Jasmine nodded and wound her finger around the base. Slowly it began to bulge and expand, adding a little to the length and circumference of the dildo. Mozenrath wailed and lost himself to it, covering his face from them as the toy pushed up against his prostate. He humped up into Jasmine's palm, desperate for release until a wet heat caressed his prick, spurting forth in a heavy jet of thick cum onto his belly. He held his breath, frightened to miss it and trembling when his shaft bobbed and shot out another arch. Nothing compared to the way it felt! His vision blurred and refocused, his voice crying out in a tender warble as he was emptied.

“My my.” Jasmine cooed, tucking her hand around his balls and feeling them contract with the rush of orgasm. “You were holding onto that, weren’t you?”

The sorcerer didn’t answer. He was oblivious to everything in the post-orgasm rush. He went limp back against Aladdin’s lap, writhing luxuriously as a final dramatic shudder took him. He glanced at Aladdin’s cock and the horny part of his brain wondered what it would feel like in him if he could even take something that large. Mozenrath rolled his head back around and let out a long, heavy sigh. He was stuck now between letting that idea take him for a while and regretting how easily these two had cajoled him into submission to their whims.

“Better?” Aladdin didn’t get an answer. All the exhaustion and tension had finally overtaken the sorcerer with the natural effect of release. He looked as if he might fall asleep with a little persuasion, which Aladdin was happy to provide. “It’s alright. You just rest.” He said as Jasmine brought him a cloth to clean up the cooling jizz. Aladdin gave her hands a kiss, smiling at the way she looked quite pleased with herself. “We’ve got everything under control.” He promised, brushing the curls back. "Now, is there something you'd like to tell us?"

The sorcerer was half asleep as his words garbled together obediently, thanking them for the allowance he had been given. Mozenrath didn’t even think of what that might mean for him later. He didn’t care right now. He just closed his eyes, by far more content than he had ever been in living memory. Despite every paranoid feeling to the contrary, he was safe here. The necromancer drifted off as the sultan and sultana continued their massage as if nothing had happened, determined to keep him here just a little while longer.

Chapter Text

Three weeks later...

Sorcerers weren’t known for being the most social of creatures. If anything they took great care to avoid being around one another if at all possible. However, it did become necessary every now and again to invest a little time towards ensuring their community at large remained powerful and numerous enough to dissuade anyone from underestimating them. The arcane was a largely distrusted resource in all but the most benevolent of forms, and the likes of these wizards and mages knew the difference between awe and loathing was thinner than a sheet of rice paper. Conventions such as this provided the opportunity to touch base with one another, provide a few updates to old spell books, and show off to one's peers how far they had come.

Mozenrath openly despised them, even more so when the venue was Getzistan. This place was loud, bright, tacky, and constantly moving. Even with over five hundred sorcerers and assorted mages around, there were far too many people milling through the center with casual ignorance. Most of the time a single one of his ilk showing up in a city was cause for alarm. This was one of the rare occasions where deals had been made and coin had exchanged hands with the ruling parties to ensure that a general peace would be maintained. Basically, stay the fuck out of trouble and keep your conquest tendencies to yourself until the convention is over.

Which left hundreds of bored magic users nothing to do but needle one another between workshops. Mozenrath had heard a few rumors that the local brothels were at capacity and the gambling halls were losing money because nobody wanted to tell an angry elemental mage that he had lost a card game. But these were minor concerns at most. As long as things remained relatively steady they would finish out the week without too much difficulty. Mozenrath was greatly looking forward to returning to the comforts of his Citadel where one could get a little peace and quiet.

In the meantime he perused the stalls, looking for any books or items of interest. Nobody here would be willing to sell any of their truly powerful items, but any spell-grade trinkets could yield results if properly modified. There were a few workshops he wished to attend, one or two lectures he would hit if he had the time. For the most part, Mozenrath didn’t like to linger. While the peace would hold, there were very few sorcerers who didn’t view one another as a rival at best, a flat-out enemy at worst. He’d never gone out of his way to endear himself to any of them so it was best not to stick out too much.

Mozenrath left the hall without finding anything useful, heading out into the courtyard area where the fountain babbled and the locals were doing their best to avoid being noticed by anyone remotely magical looking. He crossed through the pathways, debating if he wanted to stick around or just head back up to his rooms. A few people were wandering in and out of the area, oblivious as to what was going on or perhaps just trying to get through the sorcery-infested area as quickly as possible.

Then something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

“Oh no.” This wasn’t possible! Then again there had been a great many impossibilities in his life as of late. Mozenrath did himself the grace of a double-take to ensure that he had not, in fact, imagined the presence of Aladdin wandering aimlessly through the middle of the gardens as if he had no purpose in being there whatsoever. A hundred thoughts crossed his brain in an instant. What exactly was the streetrat doing here? How could he get him out before anyone else saw without letting anyone else know that he was...involved? Was Jasmine here as well? Oh gods had they followed him? Why?

Mozenrath flicked his wrist and vanished, transporting himself to a few feet behind the streetrat. He followed him closely, freezing when the hero turned and narrowed his eyes as if trying to figure out why he had this feeling of being watched. That wasn’t uncommon. Aladdin had been dealing with magical entities for such a long time he probably had a sixth sense for their presence even if he didn’t know that's what it was. Mozenrath watched as the man wandered down one of the aisles with tall bushes and rows of flowers obscuring him from view. Perfect. He reached forward, grabbing Aladdin by the shoulder. He got a little smirk out of the way the hero damn near jumped out of his skin.

“AH!”

“Shut up!” Mozenrath hissed in response, revealing himself with a little flick of blue power. Aladdin blinked, looking him up and down, clearly just as confused as the sorcerer was. Well, at least that addressed a few of his more immediate concerns. “What in the flying abyssal hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Aladdin said back, quickly getting a hold of himself. “You vanish for three weeks, not a word from you and then you pop up out of nowhere.” A thought occurred to him and the sultan’s expression changed to one of disappointment. “Moze...tell me this isn’t some conquest scheme.”

“What? Don’t be absurd!” He waved the man off, irritated by the way Aladdin looked like an irritated pet owner in the midst of catching their new puppy misbehaving. Mozenrath arched an eyebrow, glancing to be sure no one had overheard their conversation thus far. “I’m here in a professional capacity.”

“Professional capacity?”

“Yes. Are you going to tell me you didn’t notice all the people wandering around in sorcery robes?” He gestured like it should be obvious. “You muddled yourself right into the middle of an arcane convention. There are dozens of sorcerers just in the direct vicinity right now.” He got to watch as it dawned on Aladdin what he was being told, that stern look changing quickly to concern. “Yes. Probably not the best place for you of all people.” Mozenrath snapped at him again, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Unfortunately that’s not an option.” The hero admitted with a sheepish tone. “I’m in Getzistan on diplomatic business. We’re reassessing the trade routes, discussing taxes on import/export…” he stuck out his tongue. “It’s exhausting but it’s all part of the job. I only slipped out for a few hours to take a break while Sultan AlDente’s advisors look over my proposals.”

“Then go back to whatever gaudy thing passes for a palace and stay there,” Mozenrath warned him sharply. He was far from the only person here who had tangled with Aladdin as a magical antagonist before. Truce be damned, if another wizard found out their nemesis was only a few short city blocks away it could spell a lot of trouble.

Aladdin smirked, tilting his head gently at the taller fellow before taking a step forward. “Why Moze…”

Oh fuck. He was dropping his voice again. “Do not call me that! Especially not here.” Mozenrath’s eyes dodged nervously about. Another reason he hated these summons, eyes were everywhere, looking for an advantage over their rivals. No one could be trusted. Not even the hedge.

“It’s almost like you’re worried about me.” Aladdin came closer, catching one of the stray curls that peeked out from under the man’s turban and curling it on his fingers.

“Not. Now.” Mozenrath practically snarled, willing himself to ignore the jolt that went right through his brain, down his spine, and into his thighs. The last time he saw the hero had been awkward to say the least. He’d allowed far too much of this tawdry little affair to continue as it was! Now it was getting dangerous. Gods forbid anybody found out he was involved with Agrabah’s royal family. If they learned how easily Aladdin and Jasmine had controlled him Mozenrath could kiss his reputation as a feared necromancer goodbye. “If you have a brain in your body you will get out of here now before you’re spotted. Especially before you’re spotted with me.”

“I’ll go,” Aladdin told him with sincerity on his lips. “I don’t want to hurt your station here, Moze. But…” He grinned, sliding his hand down the man’s cheekbone and smiling as Mozenrath gave an unbidden shudder at his warm touch. He hadn’t been lying. Their meet-up was entirely unplanned and frankly surprised the hell out of him. However, it presented an opportunity. “I want you to answer me a question first.”

“Later.”

“No. Now.” He insisted firmly. “It’s one question, with a lot of implications.” The hero let that thought linger in the air between them. Damn, but he did enjoy these moments. These brief glimpses into Mozenrath’s well-hidden wants and needs, the glimmer of hunger beneath his composure was a privilege in and of itself. Moze could slap his hand away, tell him to fuck off, shove him back. Yet he did none of those. He just stood there, the press of the thick green branches up against his back, trying not to look like he craved more.

Finally, Mozenrath groaned angrily. “What kind of a question?”

“A simple one. You answer truthfully, and if I believe you, I walk away and you don’t have to see me again unless you actually want to. But if I think you’re lying…” Aladdin let it trail off, giving Mozenrath the distinct sense that he was planning something wicked in his head.

He tossed it back and forth. He didn’t need to answer a damned thing! He could just walk away. Let Aladdin get himself into trouble if he was so determined to do so anyhow. That was not his problem. Still, Mozenrath’s brain flitted back to the last time he’d seen Aladdin and his wife, lying on a massage table, legs pulled open while Aladdin stroked him patiently and that sultana toyed with his erection until…

“Fine. Fine!” Mozenrath smacked his hands off. “Get it over with.”

“Easy does it.” Aladdin held his hands up, circling the necromancer like he was enjoying the sweet creature’s nervousness. “It’s a very simple thing to answer. Moze, if I were to draw my hands down your stomach…”

He whimpered softly, thinking of just how those calloused fingers felt on his skin.

“And slide them down under your belt, caressing your thighs and cupping that lovely cock of yours...” Aladdin let his words draw the man in, offering not a single touch of relief to aid Mozenrath’s clear state of aggravation. “Would I find out that you are still wearing the cock cage?”

Mozenrath went red as a ruby in sunlight. “You sick...twisted…” He bared his teeth, rolling his eyes as if he couldn’t believe the hero had such an ego on him. “No. I don’t, you perverted jackass.” He crossed his arms, waving for Aladdin to see himself out. “Is that all?”

Aladdin’s eyes didn’t leave the sorcerer’s face for a very long minute. Then he shrugged. “Alright. Fair enough. I’ll get out of your way. I honestly didn’t mean to interrupt you here.”

“Well, you did.” Mozenrath turned away, half expecting a hand to reach out and stop him. He demanded of himself to keep walking and not turn to see if the sultan had made it out of their hiding place alright. He continued in from the gardens, ignoring the sound of one of the other wizards saying his name. He didn’t want to talk right now. He didn’t want to be seen if he could avoid it. Mozenrath crossed the foyer quickly, walking up the stairs, urging himself not to take them two at a time or just portal himself. He didn’t want others to think he was in a hurry. Yet when he got to his floor Mozenrath couldn’t help but go just a bit faster. He had rented one of the suites in the convention hotel. True he could have just portaled back to the Citadel, but it seemed a waste when they had perfectly nice rooms here for him to use. Now he was almost grateful for having done so as the key slid into the lock and Mozenrath slipped inside, slamming the door behind him and throwing his magic to ensure it remained shut.

The clothing against his skin was far too restrictive. He couldn’t shed them fast enough. The room was cool despite the heat of the day which only served to make his skin tingle even more. Mozenrath bit his lip as he undid the red belt around his waist, tugging his trousers off in a hurry. He flopped back on the bed and tucked his fleshed palm up against the cock cage holding him with possessive influence. The leather-gloved hand covered his mouth as he gripped down on it, lashes fluttering at the intense, sore tremble that permeated his skin.

How? How in the fuck had Aladdin known? Did he know or was he just guessing and got lucky? Mozenrath hadn’t intended to use the cage again at all. But true to their word, Aladdin and Jasmine had left him the gifts as promised; the dildo, a bottle of lubricant, and the cage that had tormented him for over a month. Mozenrath would never admit to anyone how quickly he had come back to the Citadel and let that toy rail him until he came screaming on his own bed. He convinced himself that it was nothing more than scratching an itch. Providing himself with a little necessary relief so he wouldn’t be tempted to go back to Agrabah again and let himself be toyed with so easily. It had worked for a little while. But his mind had wandered all too easily to the way that damned, filigreed cage had hugged his prick like protective jewelry. He thought about how difficult it had been to cum while yielding to the hold. Mozenrath tossed and turned, some dark little voice in the back of his mind giving him an urge to try it again. The spell had been removed. Jasmine had shown him how to take it off. Which could only mean it had been given to him as a reminder to behave himself.

Or as a mockery of how hot-blooded and desperate being locked away had made the sorcerer.

A week ago, Mozenrath had clicked the device shut on himself. Then he took it off just to prove to himself that he could. When he confirmed that he was in control, that provided him with equal parts relief and disappointment. It would have been so humiliating to be forced to drag himself back in front of Aladdin and Jasmine. He would surely have to beg them to remove it, and of course, they would want him to earn such a thing…

He had spent over half the night humping himself raw on a satin pillow as the slicked-up toy fucked him. Orgasm had been denied, bringing him to a cracking conclusion that it was almost worth it to have that heated displacement of everything he thought he wanted roiling around in his brain. Mozenrath had not taken it off since. Every day he reminded himself that he could. Every day he chose not to.

Mozenrath knew he could take it off right now. He could make himself cum and keep himself from doing something monumentally stupid. That's not where his brain was, however. Right at the moment, it was wrapped up in the idea of Aladdin gripping him through his trousers and teasing the sorcerer for wearing it so openly. Mozenrath pushed softly around the base of the ring, moaning at the way it sent tremors through him. His cock was starting to grow, turning a pretty shade of pink as it arched in question, asking if it would be allowed relief. It was a question he couldn’t answer. An hour passed with the sorcerer rankling into the motion of the dildo, allowing it to pump deep into him and stir up his feverish desires until he was almost exhausted with his own efforts! “Fuck.” He whispered into the pillows before shoving his head right into the fabric. “Fuck fuck FUCK!”

He flipped over, stopping the toy, wiping sweat from his brow. Aladdin’s dark brown eyes floated in the corners of his vision. Behind his resistance to the idea was the touch of those fingers, the husky command of the streetrats voice. And all of that was only a short trip away.

~~~

Aladdin had discovered early on that he liked some degree of privacy whenever he went on a diplomatic mission. Given how many times he had saved Getzistan in the past it was a little nice to be accommodated with a guest room separate from the main body of the palace. He could still be reached if needed, but it helped him relax after spending days managing the tedious politics and diplomacy of trade disputes. He’d even asked not to be disturbed by servants unless it was something important. Aladdin could take care of himself if anything was needed. So it was a little surprising to hear someone knock.

He put the papers and scrolls away, fixing his turban before heading over to the doors and opening to find Mozenrath standing there, pink-cheeked and gripping his cowl, looking quite ashamed of himself to be in his present state. “Mozenrath? What are you…? Is something wrong? Did something happen to you?” He took the man by the shoulders, concern written all over his face.

“I lied!” The sorcerer blurted out hard, squinting as he waited for reproach. When none came, he peeked out from his lashes at Aladdin’s confused face. “I lied,” he said again, swallowing hard. “W-when I said I wasn’t...wearing the cage.”

Aladdin’s worry faded smoothly into beguiling interest. “Oh did you?” Mozenrath nodded quickly, darting his eyes around as he tried to ensure there were no guards here. “And what would you like me to do about that?”

“You know what!” He growled, tucking the cloak around himself tighter. “Just let me in.”

“I don’t know if I should.” He wasn’t teasing. Well, maybe a little. But it was an earnest thought. “We keep going back and forth like this Moze. Ever since that day in the city auction you keep getting yourself in just enough trouble for me to pull your leash a bit. Jasmine and I have done our best to leave you the room you need to figure things out. The stubbornness is endearing. It really is. But my wife and I are not sex workers. We don’t exist for you to come and get your kicks from and then vanish till you get riled up again.”

Mozenrath stared at him with blank confusion, trying to grasp what he was being told. “I don’t understand. You want me to go? You’re not going to…”

“That's not what I said,” Aladdin told him with soft-handed touch. “I just want you to know where I am coming from. I want you to think about this thing we’ve gotten wrapped up in. If you can promise me to start considering that…” He tucked his fingers into Mozenrath’s curls and yanked the man’s head back, eliciting a loud and guttural moan from deep within the errant sorcerer’s throat. “And if you recognize that once you say yes, we play by my rules, then yes. You can come in.”

Mozenrath squirmed but did not try to free himself from the grasp. He let out a shuddering breath before nodding quickly. It would all sink in later, but for now, he would have agreed to almost anything if it meant getting what he longed for now. “Yes. Yes, I promise.”

“You can do better than that.”

His stomach did flip-flops within his belly. “I promise I can do better. Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“Much better.” Aladdin let go of him. “Now. Undress.”

Mozenrath untucked his tabard and took a step towards the door.

Aladdin put an arm up to block his entry. “I didn’t say come in and undress. I said, undress.”

Oh.

He hesitated, wondering how far he was willing to go for this thing he never knew he needed until it was introduced to him. Mozenrath tried to figure out if they were secluded enough, but he couldn’t see anyone around. Still, his last shred of dignity warred with him. “I can’t.”

“Good night, Moze.” Aladdin took a step back and began to shut the door.

“Wait! Wait!” Mozenrath grit his teeth and tugged his clothing away. He hadn’t really dressed properly again after his failed attempt to cum. The fine silks landed in the dirt and on the stone steps of the doorway in piles around his feet.

Aladdin watched him impassively, giving the man all the time he needed to be standing there in the middle of palace gardens, naked and quivering, the metal that held his prick shining in the lanterns. “Alright.” Aladdin stepped to the side and let Mozenrath get in, trying not to laugh when the sorcerer ducked behind the door to hide as quickly as possible. The hero knelt down, gathered up the clothing, and handed them to the poor thing. “Fold those neatly. I’ve never known you to be slovenly so let’s not start now, okay?”

Mozenrath nodded, folding them up quickly as he could. He’d need them when he left tomorrow anyhow. The gauntlet was still on his right hand, and Aladdin said nothing about removing it. Was the streetrat leaving him a means of comfort? When he was finished, Aladdin made him stand in the entryway where the lighting was smoky and amber-hued so he could get a good look at the sorcerer.

“Legs apart. Wider.” He ordered, watching as Mozenrath did so. “Good. Now, hands behind your head. You don’t need to be stiff. Just relax into the position.” Aladdin came up behind him, correcting the necromancer’s posture a little here and there until he was satisfied. “Now…” He ran his fingers down across the man’s belly, scratching just enough to provide a harsh tickle. “We’re going to play a little game. Nothing too complicated, but it’s one I think you’ll enjoy.” He directed Mozenrath’s attention to the center room, indicating a long rug in the middle. “It's very simple. You’re going to stand at one end. I’ll stand at the other. I’m going to ask you some questions. Understand so far?”

“Yes. I understand.” He responded, drinking in the way Aladdin could take command so effortlessly. He felt like he could cum right now if the hero just continued speaking to him in this warm, throaty tone.

“Good. Every time I ask a question, you answer. If I think you’ve answered honestly, then you can take a step forward. However, if I think you’re lying, you have to take a step back.” Aladdin began to lead him over the edge of the rug, Mozenrath looking down at the intricate, swirling patterns along the edge. “If you make it across the rug, all the way over to where I’ll be, then I promise that you won’t leave here tonight until you can’t cum anymore.”

His whole body experienced a warm rush at the thought of such a thing. Mozenrath bobbed his head in quick compliance, but Aladdin wasn’t done yet.

“Now, don’t get too excited. Because if I think you’re lying to me, you take a step back.” The voice warned in his ear, tucking some of his black curls behind the curve. “If at any point in time after the first question you end up back off the edge, then you take the punishment for your misbehavior today. Is that clear, Mozenrath?”

“What kind of punishment? AH!” Mozenrath jumped as Aladdin smacked his ass firmly, the sting traveling through him.

“I’ve got a few options in mind. It all depends upon how badly you do to me. Now, do you understand the game, Moze?”

A quick nod confirmed, and he could only watch as Aladdin walked to the other side and pulled over a chair, taking a seat and crossing one leg over. He took his time to get settled in, making the young necromancer stand there, naked and waiting until he was ready to begin. Finally, Aladdin let out a breath of satisfaction and gazed at the man standing across from him. “Why did you lie?”

Damn him. Not even a warm-up question just straight to the point. Mozenrath wasn’t foolish enough to try fibbing to him again. Yet his gut churned at the thought of having to disclose such personal things to someone. “Because it’s humiliating.” He couldn’t meet Aladdin’s eyes, choosing instead to keep his focus on the pattern.

“You can do better than that.” Aladdin gestured for him to continue or he wouldn’t be given permission to move.

“Because it’s humiliating to know I put it on myself!” Mozenrath cringed, waiting for the man to say something to mock or deride him. Aladdin’s expression remained calm and without judgment. “It’s humiliating f-for you to know I like feeling it there.”

“Hmm.” Aladdin crooked a finger, and the sorcerer was permitted a step forward. “Why do you like to feel the chastity lock?”

That was a little more difficult to answer, as it wasn’t something Mozenrath was entirely sure of himself. He debated how to say it, thinking about the way it was tucking him down despite how valiantly his prick tried to rise. “It’s...present? It’s always there.” He licked his lips as he worked around for the right words. “Like it’s holding me tight, not letting go, making me ache.”

“That's an interesting way to put it.” Aladdin allowed him another move forward. The trick was to start off with questions Mozenrath couldn’t hide from, things that were easy to answer and then work his way up to things he truly did not want anyone to discover. “How long have you been wearing it?”

“A week, give or take a day.”

Another step forward. “Have you managed to cum at all?”

Mozenrath shook his head, pride burning down through him like he swallowed hot lead. "No." He moved as he was given permission not daring to raise his eyes, not sure if he could do this if it meant seeing the way Aladdin was watching him, ready to detect any fib.

“How often did you try?”

“Every day. S-sometimes more than once.”

One step.

What did you do?”

That one made him hesitate. Did the man really want him to sit there and describe it? “I used to the toy. Laid back, kept going until I cramped so hard I couldn’t take it anymore and stopped.”

Two-step. Aladdin was letting him get to the halfway point before he started in with the harder questions. “What did you think about when you tried to make yourself cum?”

His face went red. Wasn’t this enough? Wasn’t he trying? Mozenrath burned through with denial, unready to admit to things he’d barely been doing consciously. “Nothing in particular. Just tried to cum.”

Aladdin’s placid look turned into a frown. “Take a step back.”

Alright. He should have known that was a shitty lie. If he was going to try and fool the hero then he would need to do better. Mozenrath took a step away from the center, not regretting it a bit. He had a right to keep a few things to himself, didn’t he?

Aladdin hadn’t expected this to go smoothly, otherwise what would be the point. Truthfully, he wanted the sorcerer to succeed. He was rooting for Mozenrath to win this game, in part to help him disclose but also because the hero had been holding back in a great many things he would like to do with that elegant body. That was entirely reliant upon Mozenrath’s willingness to let go and trust. Aladdin could forgive a lie. He’d told plenty when he was younger and similarly insecure. But if the poor thing refused to learn his lesson then perhaps a punishment was needed to drive the point home. “Did you try to fuck yourself before you came here tonight?”

Mozenrath debated that one, but he could afford another lie even if he got caught. “No.”

Aladdin sighed and waved for him to move back. “So, you only came here and confessed to me because you couldn’t get yourself off, and you got desperate.”

“That’s not a question.”

“You can tell the truth by confirming or you can lie by denying.”

He didn’t want to lose any more ground. Aladdin was much better at seeing through bullshit than Mozenrath had anticipated. “Yes! Technically, yes.” He was told to step forward, but Aladdin seemed disappointed.

“Would you like to expand on that?”

“No.” Not a lie! He most certainly did not want to go further into an explanation.

Aladdin caught that as well, his mouth quirking in annoyance but he wasn’t going to go back on his word. Mozenrath was playing off technicalities now, trying to worm his way around an actual direct answer. That was fine. He hadn’t gone into this expecting the sorcerer to be forthcoming. “You could have taken the cock cage off. Why didn’t you?”

Mozenrath wriggled in his exposed position. Is erection was throbbing eagerly against the demand of the metal, his balls tightening as he hungered for a real, visceral release. Yes, he could have removed it on his own. He could have just clicked the lock and jerked himself off till he came. It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, but he’d come too far to take a step back now. “When...your wife took it off last time. She…” He went red, looking away, the pressure building up into his pelvis. “You offered comfort. You held me, told me it was going to be okay.” His voice grew quiet as the very thing he had been denying crawled to the forefront of his mind. “It felt wrong to take it off without your permission.”

Aladdin’s heartbeat quickened. He was no more immune to this than anyone else. The moment in which he and Jasmine had worked together to make the sorcerer cum was illuminating, to say the least. Watching the man cry out, writhing in his lap as he was given an orgasm by their hands had been truly magnificent. What else would Moze show them, given half a chance? How much would be given if offered exactly what he wanted, what he denied himself? Already the poor thing was giving away more than he would like just by showing up here. “Come closer.”

Only two steps left. Two more questions and he would be offered sweet relief.

“Have you been following any of the other rules we gave you?”

“Not...exactly,” Mozenrath admitted reluctantly. “I’m eating more often. I’m sleeping more often.” He rolled his eyes, decidedly not letting Aladdin know that he had only started doing that again in the last week. Thankfully he wasn’t asked to elaborate.

Aladdin waited, keeping Moze on edge before he finished this game. After a considerably long moment, at least to the aroused sorcerer’s reckoning, Aladdin decided to relent. “What would you like for your reward?”

The words escaped him before he think enough to stop them. “Anything.” He whispered with intimate longing, bowing his head when Aladdin laughed richly and let him come forward. The hands caressed across his features and guided him down, convincing Mozenrath to kneel in front of the street rat. He looked up, wriggling eagerly as he waited to see what was going to be done to him.

“I’m not sure you entirely understand how far ‘anything’ can be taken,” Aladdin told him, petting the man’s hair back and letting Mozenrath nuzzle up against his thighs. “But I am sure you were being honest in the moment. So it will do for now.” He could practically feel the energy coming off the submissive man, watching every exhale tremble from his chest like he was working himself up from the inside out. When those dark, emotive eye gazed up, shining in the lantern light, Aladdin felt his own body respond. “Damn but you really are beautiful aren’t you.”

Evil gods preserve him, but Mozenrath really did want Aladdin to think he was beautiful. Mozenrath humped forward, rubbing his confined cock up against Aladdin’s boot with a servile motion. He didn’t care. He didn’t fucking care anymore! He never needed something so bad as he needed this right now. Nobody else would see. No one else needed to know. The whole rest of the world might as well stop existing for all it mattered to Mozenrath. “T-thank you.” He muttered, grinding himself forward.

“Do you want to keep doing that or would you like me to give you something more satisfying?”

“Fuck! More!” Mozenrath pleaded, eyes rolling back at the tug of his curls.

“Come with me. No.” The hero warned as Mozenrath started to get up. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor. “Since you like that position so much I think you’d best stay in it.”

An angry fire roiled up in his belly, but it was nothing compared to the heat belting away at his cock. He got down on all fours, crawling along beside Aladdin as he was led over to a sitting area. There were soft pillows strew about, a few chairs, and a short-legged table in the middle of the room. Aladdin tapped the surface, inviting Mozenrath to get himself up there. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I thought you said anything?” The sorcerer whimpered, but Aladdin petted his shoulders. “Easy now. I want you to remember four simple phrases.” He explained, sliding a pillow under the man’s chest and guiding him to lean on it. “Yes, sir. No, sir. More, sir. Stop, sir.” He instructed one after the other, telling Mozenrath to repeat them. “Each one lets me know what you need and when.” Aladdin directed him into position until the man was definitively face down, ass up on the table, Mozenrath practically clawing the wood in anticipation. The man's pale thighs shook, his swollen balls an inviting target as his cock remained prettily tucked up into the cage. The hero reminded himself that this needed to be a reward, not a punishment if they wanted to keep things progressing forward. “Other than that, I’m trusting you to stay where you’re told. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…”

He chewed his lip and whined out, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, let’s get started on your reward.”

Chapter Text

Mozenrath groaned into the pillow, willing himself not to move as he was inspected. Those warm, calloused hands gripped his thighs, spreading him open with the intent of exposing all the secrets of his body. The sultan caressed the man’s belly, running his fingers along the chest and listening to Mozenrath’s shuddering breath. He tickled his fingers along the ribs, testing to see if his pet would remain true to his word and stay put. Mozenrath twitched but did not move.

Aladdin pressed his hands to Mozenrath’s round ass cheeks, parting them so he could get a look at the pink hole awaiting attention. The ring was a deep pink color, puckering at his insistence and opening with a whimper from the sorcerer. “My my. You did give yourself a nice fuck before you came to me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Came the whimpering reply as Mozenrath waited to see if Aladdin would be angry with him.

“Good. It makes this part a bit easier.” He would need to work the man up slowly to drive him into the pitching heat that would allow all else to drop away. Aladdin had only brought one or two toys for himself while being away from Jasmine, so he’d have to be inventive. He slid his thumb along the whorled ring, playing with it as Mozenrath arched into the new sensation. As he tucked his thumb into the hole, testing the tension, Aladdin got his own reward in the form of a plaintive moan from the poor creature. “Let’s start with something fun.”

Mozenrath felt his ass being spread, his most intimate place now made to display itself. He did not know what the hero had planned, but the next thing he felt was a hot breath against the hole. “Alah-DIN!” He cried out as a warm, slick tongue caressed him, sliding from top to bottom as Aladdin let out a low and appreciative groan. Mozenrath’s eyes widened, his jaw dropped. He wasn’t ready for the strange tickling that moved along with the tongue's pressure, teasing him up readily. “Ah! Wha…I...AH!”

Aladdin did not stop. If anything the sweet moans only drove him forward with greater intent. He went slow at first, giving Mozenrath a chance to acclimate to this new sensation. Soon enough the hero found the tender hole flexing for him, allowing his tongue to press within as the sorcerer gasped sharply. “Good. Very good.” He whispered, raising his hand to cup Mozenrath’s balls in the palm. They were so full and sore that Aladdin could almost feel the throbbing against his fingers. He could certainly hear the noises being offered up in supplication to his actions.

The sorcerer was already starting to contend with the tightness that always ruined his chances at orgasm. He was trying to resist it, to let himself fall into the tenderness with which Aladdin was caring for him. As the hero wound his hands around the sac, Mozenrath could only shiver, gritting his teeth as his cock pulsed in its cage. He cried out as the first clench hit him, slamming a fist down onto the table.

Aladdin’s tongue slipped out. “Are you alright?” He asked patiently.

“Yes, sir!” No, but he didn’t want to risk stopping.

Aladdin watched the muscles contract and smiled to himself. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” He rubbed down against the man’s pelvis, finding the spots where the cramping had begun to rise and massaging them. “It’s difficult to get around to cumming when it feels like your whole cock is going to twist itself into a knot.” He took in the mewling response with a smile. “It’s okay. I’m going to help.” He promised. Aladdin got in behind the man, reaching under him to press down on the places where he could feel the cock struggling and making little circles with his fingertips. Mozenrath groaned as the cramping lessened, easing back into the touch. “Now, all you need to do is relax. Don’t try to push, don’t try to force it. Relax, let it happen when it happens. Nothing more. We have plenty of time.”

Mozenrath didn’t believe him. How many times had he driven himself up into a crazy heat trying to cum only to lie there prostrate and depressed when the pain was too much? It hardly felt possible. But Aladdin had promised to keep him there until he couldn’t cum again. He didn’t think the hero would do anything less. As the tongue buried itself into his ass once more, Mozenrath’s voice became a warbling cry. It was a maddening touch that pushed through his hole, a rich movement that pulled him into awareness of everything. But it was not enough to allow him to orgasm. “Fuck. Please…” He gasped, Aladdin’s hands rubbing up against his pelvis. “Please!”

Aladdin popped his mouth off, looking at the glistening pucker. “You’re trying to push through. What did I say?” He smacked the man’s ass with a hard crack, Mozenrath yelping as it hit him. “Answer me, Mozenrath.” Aladdin kept his voice even and smooth. Yelling was a fool's play at dominance, and unnecessary when asserting control. Personally, he’d always found it to be something people did when they were trying to make someone submit through fear, and the last thing he wanted was for Mozenrath to be afraid of him. If he spoke gently, it meant that Mozenrath had to pay consistent attention to his words.

“Don’t push.” The sorcerer told him softly in between pants. “Y-you could just take the cage off.” He whispered back, only to take another smack against his ass. Mozenrath trembled, realizing that he craved the strike almost as much as the caress. What was wrong with him? What about this made him crave such humiliation?

“I could. But I don’t think I will.” Aladdin playfully tapped the metal, watching Mozenrath tremble as his cock was toyed with. “If you’re so fond of leaving this on, then you ought to learn how to cum while wearing it.” He instructed with a firm rap to the balls. Mozenrath jerked into the motion, lashes fluttering as the pop traveled through his nerves. “Stay right there.”

Mozenrath had little choice, watching as Aladdin walked over to his belongings and searched through them, taking out a small bottle of lubricant. He couldn’t ignore the way the man’s pants had begun to bulge in the front, the outline of the streetrats cock becoming more apparent with every passing minute. He bit his lip, thinking about how such a thing would ache as it sunk in. Would Aladdin fuck him if he asked? Would he do it whether Mozenrath asked or not? The thought buzzed about in his brain until Aladdin's touch returned, and a cool glide settled against his hole. “Nuuuah!”

Aladdin chuckled, sinking two fingers into the entry and delighting at the squeeze that greeted him. “Lovely.” A bleat of arousal responded. “Yes, you like that, don’t you?” He put a hand to the sorcerer’s hips, guiding him back as he quested deeper. Like Jasmine, he knew exactly what he was looking for. The bundle of nerves that would help drive Mozenrath into the much sought-after center of pleasure. But in the meantime, there was no reason to stop enjoying the sight of his ex-nemesis squirming around like a plaything. “You’re so tight inside. I can feel your body-gripping my fingers, Moze. You’re not trying to fight me, are you?”

“NO! No, sir! I swear!” Mozenrath pleaded with him, spreading his thighs wider as if he could prove it. “It...it’s good! It feels so good.” He arched up, looking back to catch sight of Aladdin’s face. He looked so confident, utterly in control of the moment. How could anybody sit there and do this without wanting to lose their damned mind? Didn’t the hero want him at all? How many times could Aladdin or Jasmine have fucked him till he came screaming? Why did they keep holding back?

Aladdin added a third finger, pulling them apart to help ease the tightness a bit. He kept his other hand working the pelvis, easing the cramps as Mozenrath began to rock back and forth, craving the penetration. The first one was going to be the hardest to achieve, it always was. Aladdin was willing to do the work. He searched, waiting until he found that spot and heard Mozenrath suck in air like he couldn’t breathe. “That’s it my sweet thing.” He growled in the man’s ear. “Just like that.” He moved his fingers in long, firm strokes, forcing the sorcerer’s body to keep opening as he manipulated the prostate.

“Aladdin! Ah!” Mozenrath was practically dancing at the man’s whims! His cock was pulsing against its restraint, sore and needy for all it had been denied. Yet the build towards relief was growing within him. He’d never felt this close before, not while wearing the cage. “Please let me cum!” He begged, not caring who might hear or what might come after. His fingernails scratched at the surface of the table, leaving little white lines behind their path. “Please, sir, let me cum!”

The sultan laughed with warm inflection as his fingers explored as deep as they might go. “Nobody is stopping you. Cum whenever you want, Moze. I know you can.”

He cracked a sob and shook his head as another strained tightening hit him. Why was he doing this to himself? There were brothels! He could have gone to a damned brothel! But deep in a place where Mozenrath stored the things he didn’t want to admit to, the sorcerer knew it wouldn’t be the same. If he didn’t want to be here, if he didn’t need it to be Aladdin, then this would not have happened. Aladdin’s fingers pushed, his palm coddled, and Mozenrath knew he was dooming himself as his vision burst into an array of little white stars.

Aladdin took sincere pleasure in feeling the hole clench down and the sorcerer bury his face into his arms so his screams would not echo too loudly. The poor thing could not stop shaking, thighs jiggling merrily as orgasm finally overtook the pain and asserted its hold on him. The man’s sac contracted as it emptied, and Aladdin continued to massage them as Mozenrath’s need splattered out from the cage. The poor creature was howling in sweet misery, his body arching and sinking into the rush of orgasm. “That's it. Let it all go.” His words were soothing and kind, holding his method until at last Mozenrath lost his posture and flopped down into an awkward splay. “Easy. Well done.” He pulled his fingers free, taking a moment to clean them before going to rub Mozenrath’s back. A low groan answered him, and Aladdin chuckled. “Let me know when you’re ready for the next one.”

“N-next one?” Mozenrath asked in confusion. Another orgasm didn’t seem feasible, not after that one had shaken him to the core. All this time he’d been driving himself to the brink of insanity, and Aladdin had toyed him into relief in what, ten minutes? A shiver of anticipation took him at the hero’s smug grin baring down at him.

“I told you. You’re not leaving here until you can’t cum anymore.” Aladdin tucked his fingers in through the black curls and gave a little tug, putting the necromancer firmly under his control once more. Mozenrath’s lashes fluttered, and he began to pant hotly in the grip of his once nemesis. “Already? My but you bounce back fast.”

“Wait!” Mozenrath gasped when Aladdin drug him forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Mhmm!” He didn’t dare resist! Even as his lips parted and he felt the tongue explore his own, Mozenrath clung to the offered affection. An arm caressed around his back, and he found himself being pulled into straddling Aladdin’s lap. The sorcerer went red as he felt the press of a cock against his thighs, twitching delightedly at his presence. He pushed himself back from the kiss. “A-are you…” he closed his eyes, frightened and aroused all together. “Are you going to fuck me?”

Aladdin tugged at Mozenrath’s hair like he was holding a leash. “Do you want me to?”

Yes. Gods yes. He’d let himself drift into such sweet fantasies, imagining the ways in which this hero would bend him in half and split him in two. But now, feeling that cock so near, he was reminded of just how real of a possibility that was! “It won’t fit,” Mozenrath whispered submissively, his mind trying to calculate the girth vs. his own stretching.

“That's not what I asked.”

He swallowed. Mozenrath closed his eyes and began to arch forward, rubbing the erection between his legs and moaning. “...yes, sir…” he breathed out with longing in his voice.

“Then we’d better get you prepared,” Aladdin told him in the kindest voice before he ran his tongue along the man’s throat once more. Mozenrath clasped onto him, writhing in the man’s lap as his brain whirled. Aladdin gazed at Mozenrath’s face, the pale cheeks flushed in arousal, those eyes, so often narrowed in anger, now looked back at him with tender compliance. Aladdin pressed a thumb to the man’s lower lip and pulled it open, smiling as the sorcerer licked at him hesitantly. “You look beautiful Moze.”

“Shut the fuck up, AH!” Mozenrath howled as Aladdin dug his hands into the man’s hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. A hand found the sorcerer’s nipple, pinching it hard as the poor thing remained in his grip, panting hotly. “AH! S-sorry! Sorry, sir!”

“Is there some reason you don’t think you look beautiful?” The sultan asked, waiting patiently for a reply as Mozenrath shook his head quickly. “Maybe you need to see yourself that way I’ve gotten to see you?” Aladdin stood, dragging Mozenrath off the table with him easily. He kept hold of the man’s scalp, half pulling him across the floor as they moved quickly towards the vanity area.

It took a second for the necromancer to realize where they were headed. A surge of panic hit his chest, his shredded pride bursting to life in his chest once more. “W-wait! Sir, wait, please!” He begged, but Aladdin did not stop until they stood in front of the full-body mirror, Mozenraths reflection shining back at him through the silver-backed portrait of his own shame. He closed his eyes, head down as if he were frightened to see himself like this.

“Go on.” Aladdin tilted the man’s chin up. “Have a look at yourself.”

“Please…” He countered, a gasp escaping him as Aladdin’s hands released him and the man took a step back. Feeling the supportive presence leave made him shudder coldly, and Mozenrath turned to look for him.

“Eyes forward.”

He whimpered, but obeyed, finally daring to open his eyes and take in the sight of himself. He took it all in, his pink cheeks, the submission in his face, the way he seemed to shift and squirm in desperation, seeking the strength of Aladdin’s hands on him. Mozenrath had always decked himself out in fancy, billowing clothing to make himself seem more impressive and intimidating. Clothes were a wall between himself and others, something that helped him feel safe. Now there was nothing but his own self here, and Aladdin was calling him beautiful. This skinny, bone-handed man with sweat clinging to his brow and a cock trapped in a cage did not feel beautiful. He felt small, weak, and shamefully horny.

“You are lovely, Moze,” Aladdin told him again, hands returning as if he could sense the man’s thoughts. “Expressive, elegant features, a body that practically screams for exploration.” He ran his fingers down the man’s torso to prove his point, and Mozenrath arched into it, excited to let his arousal overshadow his brain. “We’ve had so much fun tying you up, punishing you for your misdeeds. But tonight is different. You haven't done anything bad or wrong, Moze. I don’t need to punish you tonight.” Aladdin kissed the mans’ shoulders, hands rising to his nipples and rolling them between his fingers. He pushed his hips up against the sorcerer, letting the man feel his hard cock pressing up through the trousers. “So why do you insist on punishing yourself?”

“FUCK!” Mozenrath fell forward, grabbing the mirror and staring at himself like the cock hungry thing he was quickly becoming. “Aladdin! Please!” He rubbed his hips back, letting his cheeks caress the erection waiting for him. He didn’t care if he wasn’t ready! It didn’t matter anymore! He needed something to make his mind go blank, anything to get his thoughts to stop racing and let the world turn to whirl colors and light.

“How did it feel when Jasmine made you cum?” He asked, drawing out the moment a while longer. “When there was nothing to distract you and we could see you laid out and whining for more. How did it feel when she pushed a toy inside your body and made you cry out?”

“A-amazing!” He admitted, spreading his legs open, feeling Aladdin’s fingers renew their press to his hole. Jasmine’s touch had delivered something to him that he did not know he needed. It wasn’t just the orgasm, though that had been perfectly splendid in its own right. But the sensation of being held and caressed, tended to with sure hands and kind words as he came in front of his worst enemies, that had been a breaking point.

“Then why didn’t you stay?” Aladdin grinned calmly, knowing he was going to get more honest answers now than he ever would from the previous game they had played. Mozenrath had practically run the moment he’d gotten his feet back under him, vanishing into the portal and going weeks without so much as a word to them. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, but maybe it had hurt a little.

“I...I don’t know, OW!” Mozenrath cracked a sob when Aladdin smacked his ass hard, delivering a second blow to put him on edge. It send a rude shudder through him, and the sorcerer was forced eye to eye with himself in the mirror. “OW! A-ahla-din!” He gasped again as another smack made him reel! Was this what he liked? Was this face, this half-mad face full of burning arousal and aching submission what made him beautiful to the hero? Mozenrath spread his legs wider, brazing himself as Aladdin struck him again, making the man jolt. He bit his lip, hesitant to say it but curious to see what would happen if he did. Mozenrath jumped when the next spank hit, and decided it was worth the risk. “Thank you, sir!”

Aladdin paused, then laughed. “Oh. Okay. So you think that’s going to distract me.”

“NO! No, that wasn’t HNGH!” Mozenrath yelped when the response smack came down hard, leaving his ass shaking. The spanking was almost a distraction from how much his cock was starting to ache in the cage once more.

“It was cute, don’t get me wrong, But I want an answer.” Aladdin began to strike him in rapid succession, watching the man struggle with himself. “Why didn’t you stay? We could have done so much more together. We were willing, still are come to it.”

Mozenrath shook his head, sniffling as he embraced his own defeat. “I was s-scared.” As the admission released him, Mozenrath felt the sting of Aladdin’s palm replaced with a caress, soothing the burn left behind. “I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of everything.” He whimpered in a tight voice, eyes rolling back when Aladdin’s fingers tucked into his body once more. “Oh! Sir… I!”

“Keep going, we’re not done yet.”

“Yes, sir.” Mozenrath held the mirror for dear life, mind racing through everything he had been thinking of since then. “I didn’t want to be humiliated anymore.” He was aware of the self-sabotage inherent in his words, but Aladdin was graceful enough to say anything. He didn’t want to be humiliated but he willingly showed up here and practically begged the hero to do just that. “I had already let the both of you too close. I couldn’t take the thought of you pulling me apart any more than you already had.”

“You felt too seen.” Aladdin surmised, pulling the man up and pressing them close together. He pushed his fingers in deep, spreading them open to stretch the man’s body.

“Yes,” Mozenrath told him in a tiny voice, eyes watering as the touch against his prostate threatened to overwhelm all good sense.

“How do you feel right now?”

Mozenrath couldn’t answer in words, for at that moment Aladdin’s fingers crooked just right, pressing up against the swollen bundle of nerve and bringing him to climax! He howled, mouth open wide as he shook like a leaf in Aladdin’s arms. His thighs trembled and his body caved to the glory of it, another load of cum escaping the cage and splattering on the floor at his feet. The sorcerer could do nothing but ride the wave as he shuddered through, Aladdin catching him before his knees could buckle. He leaned back into the man, the fat of his thighs jiggling slightly as he let the aftershocks finish him off. “Please,” he begged again, thrilling at the warmth of the hero's arms around him. “Please, sir.”

“Alright, beautiful.” Aladdin relented, kissing his brow, his cheek, his lips. “Come on, show me you want it.” He guided the man up, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the bedroom.

Mozenrath followed willingly, lying back against the sheets as Aladdin loomed over him, undoing the folds of his clothing and undressing slowly. The sorcerer couldn’t take his eyes off the man, chewing his lower lip as he watched each inch reveal itself to him. He adored how different Aladdin’s body was from his own, far more muscular and athletic. He held his breath as the trousers came off and he was quickly reminded of what exactly he’d gotten himself into. “You’ll go slow. Right?”

The streetrat laughed richly, his cock bobbing along with his movements as it touched his navel. “As slow as you need me to.” He promised, lying his body along the sorcerers and propping himself up on his arms so he could look down at the man. “Moze, I do not want to hurt you. If it aches pas what you can accept, I want you to tell me.”

Mozenrath nodded quickly, licking his lips in eager anticipation of the moment. Aladdin’s mouth pressed to his own, and he kissed the man in return, fingers digging into the sheets. Their tongues swerved around one another, pulling the men deeper into their mutual desire. Mozenrath spread his legs, letting Aladdin nestle between them, but to his surprise, the hero reached down and began to fiddle with the cage. “What are you…”

“Not like this. I want to see how you cum without restraint.” He found the locks and grinned at the look of rankled dismay on Mozenrath’s face. “You didn’t think I needed a key to do this now did you?”

“You’re both assholes.” He growled, thinking of how Aladdin and Jasmine had yet again managed to make him feel like an utter fool without even trying! Before he could argue the point, there was a harsh click, and Mozenrath cringed as the cage was slowly removed from his body. His lower lip quivered as his sore and tormented cock was freed, arching up to its full size and throbbing at him angrily. This sensation was not made better by Aladdin taking hold of his cock and stroking it with calloused and firm hands. Mozenrath shook his head, biting down on his knuckles and sobbing at the near over-stimulation now pulsing into him.

But the hero did not cease, only slow down to make each pump a wild and perfect torment. Aladdin watched everything, from the way the sorcerer writhed against him to the first tear that moved down his cheek as he was caught in the throws of this strangeness between them. For all the bleating complaints, Mozenrath was not protesting. He was thrusting up into it with abandon, addicted to any sensation Aladdin could offer. The sultan pushed it as far as he dared before relenting, leaving the cock sore and red against Mozenrath’s belly. When he reached for the lubricant, Mozenrath’s eyes widened, and he lifted his knees to give Aladdin better access.

“Slow...right?”

Aladdin nodded. “Slow.” He assured the man and warmed the thick liquid on his fingers before he began to spread it on his cock. Aladdin was not immune to this. He had wanted to sink his prick in deep and fuck the sorcerer until the poor thing lost all self-control and screamed. But it was for nothing if the man didn’t thrill at the idea of such a thing. However unintentionally this had started, they were here now, and when Aladdin pressed the thick head of his cock up against the man’s ring, Mozenrath’s eyes twinkled at him. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Aladdin rocked back and forth with steady motions, feeling the inviting heat call to him. He groaned softly, willing himself to remain in control as the lubrication offered assistance. He took a guiding hand to the base of his cock and pushed firm, the two men holding their breath as the prepared entry resisted, and then surrendered. “Oh, Moze.” Aladdin groaned out, his voice darkening at the lovely pressure calling him in. He touched their brows together, nuzzling the sorcerer tenderly. “You feel so tight.”

Mozenrath didn’t dare move! How could it be so thick? He let out tiny pants as the girth spread him, offering an unyielding stretch to keep him in place. As Aladdin growled in his ear and pressed deeper, the young necromancer could not hold off anymore. He gave a strangled bleat and cried out hard, his body already pulsing at the press. How could something feel so good and yet such a trial? “Sir...sir!” He begged, unsure of what to say or do as the movement within pushed him towards acceptance. Nothing compared to the way it felt to have something very real within his body, stroking and stimulating his tunnel as Aladdin cautiously moved forward. Or so he thought.

The hero propped himself up again, spreading his own thighs to find a good balance. He groaned happily, feeling the clench embrace his length with demanding force. Aladdin tucked a hand under Mozenrath’s head, rubbing his fingers against the man’s scalp, and the other against his hips to steady him. “Ready?”

“AH!”

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes.” Aladdin drew back, pulling his cock from the warm hole and reveling in the way it held onto him. He couldn’t resist a soft laugh at the way Mozenrath’s eyes flew open and the man held his lungs like he’d forgotten how to breathe. “Let it out, Moze. It’s okay.” The sorcerer whimpered and shook his head, trembling like he was frightened to move. “Alright. Then it looks like I have to help you with that.”

“S-sir!” That was all Mozenrath got out before the thrusts began. Aladdin kept his promise, moving with long, slow strokes into the man’s body. If the sorcerer had thought the first entry provided all there was, he had been wrong. Every single movement introduced a little more into him, and Mozenrath howled when he found that his body was determined to accommodate it one way or the other. The streetrat worked him open a little at a time, the sheets tangling underneath them with each forward push. Mozenrath found himself helplessly trapped between the bed and the man above him, the sweet pulse of heat growing moment by moment. “Fuck! Fuck! A-aladdin!” He cried, sobbing into the momentum. This was better than any toy, so much more glorious than fucking himself into a stupor. When the cock pressed past anything he had taken before, Mozenrath closed his eyes and hollered out for all he was worth, abandoning any sense of pride.

“There you go!” Aladdin growled, taking the man in hand and readying himself. “Let it all out Moze. There’s nothing to hide from with me.” He kissed down the man’s shoulder, breathing in his scent and clasping his hips. Mozenrath was as ready as he would ever be. The hero knew what to look for if he needed to stop, but now was the time to let need take over. He bit, not enough to hurt, but enough to enforce control, and the response was just what he desired. Mozenrath caved to him without complaint, utterly given over to the fucking he was bound to take. The sorcerer's hands left the sheets and gripped down onto Aladdin’s back like he could drag the man deeper into him. Aladdin took the encouragement and thrust up hard enough to make Mozenrath’s hips rise off the mattress.

And oh the endearing scream that met with his momentum! Mozenrath’s cock was dribbling pre-cum, caressed by the hero's stomach pressed to it and eager for another release. All pretense was long gone. The evil sorcerer that had caused so much chaos for years had fallen away to reveal this desperate creature longing for attention. Aladdin did not halt until he felt his balls press to the man’s body, his cock sunk in deep enough that Mozenrath was making a guttural, animalistic noise just to handle all of it. The sorcerer rolled his head from one side to the next, pleading for the man to continue. He could feel it when he breathed! “Please….Aladdin. Please.” he begged, not wanting it to stop yet. “More.”

“What happened to ‘sir’?” The hero couldn’t resist teasing, shifting the position of his hips to find a new angle. Mozenrath sang out in need, clawing down his back and leaving scratch marks.

“Sir! Sir, fucking, SIR!” The sorcerer pleaded with him, practically in tears from want of it. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, sir!”

“Alright, Moze. Alright.” Aladdin said with a note of mischief in his voice. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint.” And with that, he began to move at a rapid pace, fucking up into the tight, wet hole in pursuit of their desires. He swore he could feel the limit of Mozenrath’s body at the head of his cock, and he took special care to slam in hard enough that the necromancer could tell. “Moze! Oh, Moze you feel wonderful!” He promised, and the poor thing could do nothing but plead with wordless abandon beneath him.

What Mozenrath had longed for was being delivered in each hard knock of that prick. His mind was a blank slate, all focus diverted to the wildness pulsating through his body. It ached in a way he knew would not leave him for days, but right now, with the strength of this running so thick into him, Mozenrath could not bare to think of ending it. He didn’t want to think of what would come next. As long as Aladdin kept going, he didn’t have to worry about what would happen tomorrow. Tonight was all he could fathom. The sorcerer took in the twitching of his cock and yelled out Aladdin’s name as he came, spilling onto his chest and feeling the pool of cum trickle down against his body. “C-came!” He gasped, still not letting go. “I came! I came!” He tapped Aladdin’s back, hoping he would slow.

“Good,” Aladdin whispered, nibbling his ear. “Now hold on.”

Mozenrath was offered no mercy from the man. What had been a lush grip of the wide cock in his body was now verging on too much. It still felt incredible, the stimulation of his prostate enough to keep him in the vibrating head-space. But there was a burn behind it that was slowly building, reminding him that even desire had limitations. Still, he adored the way Aladdin’s balls smacked against his body. He could look up into the man’s eyes now and see the same need reflected back at him in those brown iris. That was an odd, but welcome comfort. He did all he could, lavishing the streetrat with kisses against his chest, stroking down the man’s back with his fingers. And when Aladdin came, Mozenrath felt the heat rush through him again, each little twitch emptying the man of cum.

Aladdin made a deep and raw noise as he let his orgasm go, his balls squeezing up against his body as if trying to push it all out. He withdrew slowly, mindful of the way Mozenrath cringed as he left and the two flopped next to one another. “Just a minute…” The hero said breathlessly. “And I’ll grab a warm cloth and some salve.”

“Nyurgh.” Was the response as Mozenrath struggled to keep his eyes open, all energy gone from him. He squirmed down, weirdly content and, dare he confess, happy. The mood settled around him and the sorcerer allowed himself a languid moment to enjoy things before he started to consider anything else.

Aladdin arched an eyebrow and then laughed richly. “Oh, you think we’re done.” He said in a spry voice.

Mozenrath’s eyes flew open. “A-aren’t we?” He whined despite himself when Aladdin took hold of his hair again, tugging the man back into submission. “That's not fair!” He complained, moaning when the hero bit his neck and his own passion betrayed him. “Aladdin! W-wait!.”

“When do you think we’re done?” He reminded the sorcerer blithely.

And there it was again. That warped, glorious lack of control made him crave anything the man could offer. “When I can’t cum anymore, sir.” He answered softly, Aladdin’s other hand gripping his ass.

“I meant it, Moze. Now, take a deep breath, and get on all fours. We’re going to clean you up, make sure that everything is alright, and then…” He brought a deep kiss to the man’s lips and hummed. “I fully intend to see just how many times that is.”

Mozenrath groaned, but it did not stop him from scrambling for the pillows the second Aladdin let go of him. The sorcerer quickly bent over to spread his legs and display his body for the next round, smiling with delight as he realize just how quickly he had given in to this debauchery.

~~~

He left in the morning. Not that he had wanted to. Matter of fact it had been all too tempting to remain cradled against Aladdin’s body after he’s been drained of everything in him from top to bottom. But even a night of irresponsibly good fucking didn’t change his nature. Wonderful as it was when all was said and done Mozenrath found himself in need of a little space to think. He felt sure if he stayed past breakfast he’d find himself pressed down and wrecked all over again.

Which was tempting.

But no. Not right now at least. There were still a few days of the conference left and if he didn’t at least put in an appearance then it would look suspicious. Besides, Aladdin would be there for another day or two. He had been given a clear impression that he was welcome to return the next evening, and Mozenrath fully intended to make good on that promise.

He wasn’t familiar with the giddy sensation that stayed with him all day long, but he enjoyed it immensely! The sorcerer was having a difficult time keeping up appearances with his traditional scowl. Every time he let his mind wander there was a grip within his belly, reminding him of just how much had happened in a night. If he closed his eyes for a second, it all came back like a daydream, flooding his thoughts relentlessly. Not just the sex, but the way it had happened, the way Aladdin had offered command and comfort in equal measure. The fact that he had insisted on cleaning the man up afterward, checking to ensure he hadn’t been too rough, offering a massage and a chance to rest while being petted and cared for.

What was he supposed to do with this newfound information about himself? All he wanted to do was vanish from these tedious workshops and appear right back in that bed to get railed till his hips gave out. The only thing stopping him was that Aladdin had his own duties to attend to, and the fact that every time Mozenrath tried to sit down he had to use all his self-control to keep from yelping.

There was a bit of time around mid-afternoon when he did not have to be anywhere, and Mozenrath quickly found his way back to the hedge maze. He looked around, ensuring that no one was watching as he ducked around the corners, finding the spot where Aladdin had interrupted his entire week just by existing. The sorcerer sunk back against the plant wall, closing his eyes and thinking of how close Aladdin’s body felt to his own. He’d succumb to this so easily, resistance becoming pointless after a few initial attempts. With a dazed look in his eyes, Mozenrath reached up under his turban and gripped his own hair, tugging it back the way Aladdin had done and shuddered at the wanton thing it made him into. That was alright, wasn’t it? Nobody needed to know but them. When the time came, the hero would go back to Agrabah and...well...Mozenrath couldn’t come up with a good reason not to go and visit. Discreetly, of course. Perhaps even cause a little clandestine trouble. Just enough that they would tie him up again and offer a punishment. He groaned, disgusted and thrilled with himself at the prospect. A borderline had been crossed, and if there was no going back from this point, he wondered what Jasmine would do to him when she could join in freely.

He was so wrapped up in the fantasy of this that he didn’t notice two mages approaching, their pace and manners making it clear that they were looking for someone. Mozenrath heard the footsteps just a second before they turned the corner, straightening himself up as if he hadn’t just been toying around with the notion of two heroes turning him into a cum-hungry toy between them. He recognized the two off-hand, Dazwa and Haldifi, two of the more prominent figures in the sorcery community. He’d had words with them once or twice before, nothing pleasant but that wasn’t unusual for their kind. Which made it odd that they seemed pleased to have spotted him. That alone put him on edge.

“Well well, Lord Mozenrath.” Said Dazwa, the taller of the two. The man had a thin smile and thinner teeth, reminding Mozenrath of a damp sheet of paper. “I’m surprised to see you up and about today.”

“Dazwa.” He responded with a curt nod, unsure as to what the mage was talking about. “Is there some particular reason I shouldn’t be?”

“Oh no, only that someone from within the sultan's palace spotted a fellow who looked quite like you wandering around the gardens last night, looking quite distressed,” Haldifi said, feigning concern poorly behind his leer. He was a Getzistan local, noted for having his fingers in every pie worth tasting.

“That's strange, considering I was in my rooms all night. Some of these workshops are so trivial I’m afraid I fell right asleep.” Mozenrath kept his voice calm and his face blank, holding onto the rankled nerves that were building from within.

“Did you? I find that quite curious.” Dazwa shrugged, gesturing vaguely. “You see, we learned that a certain streetrat is visiting the sultan on diplomatic matters, one that you have publicly declared to be your enemy on many occasions. Seeing as how we have a treaty with Getzistan to uphold peaceable relations during the conference, well we understandably felt it our duty to ensure that you were now attempting to seek revenge while he was here.”

“As such, we decided to come and make sure that you were in your rooms. Low and behold, you weren’t.” Haldifi made a dramatic expression of surprise, not bothering to conceal his delight.

“Fine. You caught me. I decided to go out and murder Aladdin last night. Oh, wait, that couldn’t have happened as he’s currently very much alive and probably talking over boring treaties right now.” Mozenrath scoffed and waved them off as if they were a fly in his face. “I know the rules as well as you do. I’m not a fool.”

“Of course not. No one here would ever dare call you a fool.” Haldifi agreed, rubbing his hands together. “So if a servant witnessed a fellow who looked exactly like you, stripping down in front of the hero's private corners before being invited in…”

“...that would be bizarre and somewhat troubling.” Mozenrath struggled to give away nothing, but his heart was racing like winds across the desert.

“And if that servant then heard noises that would put a brothel full of whores to shame coming from the rooms all night…”

He tensed and cursed himself inwardly. This. This was why he didn’t let anyone get close. This was why he couldn’t afford to let himself have a moment of relief! “What is it you are insinuating, Haldifi?” And what do you want to keep your mouth shut? Mozenrath asked himself inwardly.

“We would never insinuate anything without any kind of proof, Lord Mozenrath,” Dazwa promised, shaking his head with a tsk. “After all, if word got around about a powerful sorcerer like you slumming it up with your worst enemy, why your reputation would never recover from such a blow”

“Yes, such a thing could threaten your very position.” Haldifi chuckled under his breath, unable to keep the ruse up much longer. “Why, if even a rumor were to come out...”

“Good thing you don’t have any proof then, isn’t it?” Mozenrath examined his gauntlet absently, allowing the blue fire to crackle up from his fingertips in unspoken threat. “But I resent the implications nonetheless. So if raising my ire was your goal today - ”

“You can put that away. We’re all civilized sorcerers here.” Haldifi assured him smoothly. “And civilized men know how to make deals with one another, right?”

Mozenrath grit his teeth, feeling his temper rise. Oh, it would be so very satisfying to burn them both into greasy pools at his feet! But if he raised a hand against a fellow sorcerer during a conference, there would be hell to pay from the council. He could take them on later when this was all over, but for now, he needed to keep these two fools quiet before anyone else found out about things. Why, oh why did Aladdin have to come to Getzistan this week of all weeks? “And...what kind of deal is it that you have in mind?”

Chapter Text

Mozenrath stared at the dull gray of the stones, watching the moss grow out from between the cracks. Somewhere far off in the deep reaches of the dungeons, he could hear someone weeping. The sorcerer wasn’t about to follow their example, not while he still had a drop of pride left in him. He tried to shift from his position on his knees only to grunt and sink back down. Nothing was going to make this any more comfortable. They had done a fine job locking him up, the metal stocks clacked around his throat and one of his wrists. The other one had been cleverly contained. Once his gauntlet was removed and the bone of his arm made a simple manacle impossible, they improvised. Holes on either side provided room for two iron rods to be driven through and locked shut. His captors had taken no chances, hooking chains onto the bars and sodering them to a metal plaque on the floor. This forced Mozenrath to remain on his knees, subdued for whatever torment the rulers of Getzistan had in mind for him.

The only note in his favor was his reputation. So far, none of the guards had the balls to come in and torture him. They entered just long enough to put food in front of the man and then left as quickly as possible, practically running from the room. Unfortunately, this also meant that in three days he’d only gotten one actual bowl of food close enough to eat, and he refused to demean himself by lowering his head and eating like a dog from a dish.

He had a good idea of what was going to come next. The council of sorcery had a threadbare agreement to maintain peace during the conference. Mind, mages broke such things all the time. The only difference in this situation was that he’d been seen. The moment there was a risk of losing their political bargaining power and relative foothold in Getzistan they had turned him over like falafel in a frying pan. Did it matter that Dazwa and Haldifi had blackmailed him into it? Absolutely not. After all, it was all part and partial to being a sorcerer. If you were stupid enough to get caught, blackmailed, and used, then it was no one's fault but your own.

One small part of him had hoped that Aladdin might be there.

The rest of him vehemently hoped that the hero was already gone. He could get himself out of this some way or another. The only person who had ever successfully kept hold of him for long was Aladdin. But the last thing he wanted was for that man to find him here, especially after their last meeting.

Mozenrath stared back at the floor, sighing miserably as he swallowed and looked around the room again. It was dreary, utterly without a window to allow for a breath of fresh air. The only light flickered in from the door, where he could smell an oil lamp just outside. Every now and again one of the guards would pass by on their route, their footsteps growing louder only to fade into the distance. One day they would turn up to take him for sentencing. He needed to be gone before that happened, ideally with his gauntlet on his hand.

The sorcerer sat back on his heels, wishing very much for enough chain length to lie down. He closed his eyes, trying to let himself doze for a bit. He was so exhausted it was almost too easy to slide into a state of half awareness, the unpleasant noises from the dungeons drifting past. Mozenrath didn’t know how long he knelt there, but it was the clinking of keys in the door that woke him. The sorcerer stiffened into alertness, ready to defend himself if necessary. The guard at the door looked down at him with a mixture of disgust and rancor. Mozenrath glared back, curling his lip as if daring the man to try him. But his defenses fell flat when the guard stepped to the side, revealing who else but Aladdin at the top of the stairs.

“Take all the time you wish, your highness. I will be right outside the door…”

“Down the hall, please,” Aladdin asked of the man, his eyes not looking to the young necromancer as of yet. “I’ll need some privacy.”

“Of course, Sultan. If you need anything only ask. I will have to lock the door behind you for safety, but as I understand it you are capable of handling yourself.” He bowed as Aladdin walked in, the door closing behind him and locking shut.

The light wavered for a moment as the guard moved away. Mozenrath watched as the hero lifted a small lantern and struck a match, letting the golden glow fill out a halo around his face. Any flickering hope of rescue was extinguished as he took in the burning disappointment in Aladdin’s eyes. The man didn’t speak as he came down the stairs, he just watched Mozenrath, as if he was just too angry to speak to him yet. Aladdin put the lantern down on a table, turning the key at the bottom to let the light flow more openly. He stared at the flame for a long time, waiting, thinking to himself, maybe regretting letting things get this far.

“...would saying I’m sorry help at all?”

Aladdin looked over his shoulder at the man, lips drawn tight. “Do you really think that’s enough?”

“No. Probably not.”

The hero sucked in a big breath, then let it out. “I don’t know what to do with you right now. They’re talking about execution, do you understand that?”

“Seems a bit harsh. I didn’t kill anyone this time.” Mozenrath mentioned, eyes wide as a cat asking for a treat.

“This time.” Aladdin scoffed, shaking his head and finally turning around to face the man. “They want your head on a pike and you’re making jokes?”

“I’m not joking!” He insisted, feeling the disappointment wash over him. “I knocked out the guards with a sleeping enchantment. I didn’t even hurt the people who came to arrest me!” Mozenrath tried to lift up more, but the chains clanked, resisting his pull and jerking him back down.

“And that's the only reason you didn’t end up with a sword in your ribs,” Aladdin told him with certainty, pacing the floor just in front of the man. He pushed his hair back, stress all over his features. “And for what? What? A trinket you didn’t even need. Come on, Moze you’ve got more powerful crap than that in your back pocket!”

“It wasn’t for me!” He hollered back. “I told them the same thing. Not that it matters. Sounds like they’re out for blood one way or the other.” Mozenrath growled to himself. That might be what Dazwa and Haldifi had in mind from the beginning. If Mozenrath was securely out of the way they could make use of the Citadel and plunder its resources for themselves. The mere thought of those two second-rate sorcerers pawing around his library while he was stuck in this cell…!

“And I’m having a hell of a time convincing them otherwise.” Aladdin cut him off, now standing right in front of the man. “You’ve earned yourself one hell of a reputation, Mozenrath.”

“Not anymore.” He glared up at Aladdin, ire rising in his belly. “Someone heard us.”

“That's what you’re worried about right now? Someone overheard us?” The hero threw up his hands in awe. “For fucks sake, Mozenrath rumors fly all the time! Do you know how many people have tried to convince Jasmine that I visit brothels? Or that being a streetrat makes me diseased?”

“Well, I’m glad your entire career doesn’t hinge on maintaining yourself!” Mozenrath snarled back, jerking on the chains as if it would do any good. The iron rods smacked into his bones and he winced in pain, forced to be still. “You don’t understand a damned thing! I have spent decades on my reputation! I have worked to be respected and feared. And if words get out that I let you…” He held off, looking away and chewing on his own regret. “If anyone finds out what I let you do to me, that's it. I might as well be dead.”

Aladdin narrowed his gaze. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand. After all, he was spending a great deal of time and effort creating his own reputation as a sultan over a streetrat. But right now he had another concern. Aladdin sighed, kneeling down to see if he could read the sorcerer's face. “You really weren’t trying to get that artifact for yourself?”

“No! I didn’t even know it existed until Dazwa and Haldifi told me where it was.”

“Haldifi? Councilor Haldifi?” Aladdin didn’t look at all pleased to hear that name.

“I didn’t know he was politically motivated but it wouldn’t surprise me,” Mozenrath admitted, shaking his head. “They threatened to let our...that night slip if I didn’t retrieve the artifact for them.”

“And so you went right for it, instead of coming to me?”

Mozenrath jerked his head up, meeting Aladdin’s dark eyes in shock. “W-why would I come to you?”

“I don’t know whether or not to be insulted by that. Mozenrath did you really think I wouldn’t help you? That we couldn’t figure something out! Are you really going to sit here and tell me you didn’t think I would?” Aladdin’s mouth fell open, a soft gasp escaping from his lips.

Mozenrath had never felt more abashed in his life! “It...it never occurred to me that you might. Do you really think I’m used to looking to anyone else for help?” He asked, suddenly all too aware of just how different their viewpoints were. “Besides, if I’d have come to find you and they were watching me? It just would have confirmed their suspicions.”

“It’s a bit past the point now, isn’t it?” Aladdin let out the breath he was holding. This was a truly miserable situation. It was one thing when Mozenrath was causing trouble in Agrabah. That was his kingdom. As a sultan, Aladdin could get away with a lot of things provided he kept it discreet. But with Getzistan his authority was very limited. They were allies in trade and politics, and if he got Mozenrath out of trouble just to let the sorcerer fling himself headfirst into some other scheme they’d be coming for him first. “I need you to pretend to behave yourself over the next few days. I’m doing everything I can to convince them to hand you over to Agrabah.”

Mozenrath’s chest rose with hope but sank just as quickly. “What do you mean by ‘hand me over?”

The hero reached forward, brushing a stray curl from the man's face in a gesture of comfort. “It’s over, Moze. No more petty battles. No more plots. If I can keep you from the headsman’s ax, I’m sorry, but you won’t be going back to the Citadel.”

As the implication of his words dawned on Mozenrath, the sorcerer's face darkened. “You...you son of a rabid jackal.” He said in a raspy, furious tone. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t DO THIS to ME!” He lunged, choking as the restraints snagged and popped him back, his knees hitting the stone floor.

“Mozenrath, calm down.”

“This is what you wanted, right? A private little fuck pet you could toy with? Oh-ho you must be so thrilled with yourself right now!” The young necromancer shook his head, not sure if he wanted to scream or cry or both! He’d been such a fool to put any trust in the streetrat! Maybe he was getting what he deserved for letting himself be so easily led into things.

“It’s not like that. But we’re way past the point of being lenient. Don’t you get it? I’m trying to keep you alive!” He insisted, trying to get Mozenrath to stop thrashing in his restraints.

“And I’ll be you expect a grateful little toy for your troubles, don’t you?” The defeated man laughed in a shallow tone. “Why not come take your prize now, just in case you aren’t as persuasive as you think? This is the way you like me, right? Humiliated and on my knees?” The hot sting of tears was brimming up behind his eyes. Mozenrath ducked his head again, trying to get himself under control. No. No this couldn’t be happening! He wasn’t going to let himself be trapped like this! He pulled at the chains, ignoring the bone-rattling pain that crept through his hand as he tried desperately to getaway.

“Mozenrath stop! Stop before you hurt yourself!” Aladdin half yelled, reached forward and grabbed the restraints. Mozenrath lashed out with all he had, but Aladdin was stronger, to begin with. Three days without food or sleep was not working in his favor either. Aladdin yanked him forward, tangling with the sorcerer until he had gotten an arm around the man's chest, holding him from behind. “You need to breathe. I swear it’s not like that!”

“Then what is it like?” He shrieked back, fighting with himself not to weaken his position by crying. He’d given this bastard and his wife too many tears as it was. “What is it like, hero?”

“It’s called you have finally hit the point where you’ve pissed off the wrong people.” Aladdin hissed in his ear. “It’s called I’m doing everything in my power to keep you alive! It’s called I care about you!” He practically yelled in Mozenrath’s ear, keeping his hold tight until the necromancer stopped fighting him and went limp, face turned away. “I care about you. Jasmine does too. So yeah, we’re going to do what we can to make sure you live to see tomorrow. But we can’t just let you go. Not after what you’ve pulled.”

“And should I be grateful to you for the comfiest cell in Agrabah’s dungeons?” He bit back sarcastically.

“I don’t really expect you to be grateful for anything.” The sultan admitted with a little touch of bitterness. “But I’m doing it anyway.” He released the man, standing up and heading back over to the lantern and picking it up. “Try to maintain for another day or two. I’ll be back when the decision is made. One way or another, I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

Mozenrath spat at his feet, lips pressed together as Aladdin shook his head and went back up the stairs, calling for the guard to let him out. He managed to hold onto everything until the door locked again. The second the keys slide out, Mozenrath buried his face down against the stones and snarled at himself, resisting the urge to cry aloud and further humiliate himself.

~~~

Aladdin dipped his hands into the washing bowl and splashed his face, letting the cool droplets run down his cheeks. He leaned on the table to give himself a moment to think, his mind tossing back and forth on anyway to get out of this decidedly brutal clusterfuck of a situation. When Mozenrath hadn’t come back the next night he’d wondered what had happened, but it wasn’t as if he could just go wandering around asking. Moze could be a quixotic person and it was entirely possible that he’d suffered through second thoughts after their extended tumble. So Aladdin had taken a step back, trusting once again that the sorcerer would come to him if and when he was ready.

The day after he’d gotten the shock of his life when the rumor mill did its work. Mozenrath had been found in the Getzistan vaults, three unconscious guards and a good deal of destruction surrounding him. He hadn’t resisted capture, at least not to the degree of getting anybody else hurt, which told Aladdin that the man hadn’t wanted to be where he was. It had taken time for Aladdin to get permission to go and visit the sorcerer. He was determined to find out what had happened, why Mozenrath had gone out of his way for what seemed like a trinket of no real magical significance.

And now here he was, wondering if they’d let things go too far.

He had hoped, really truly hoped, that Mozenrath’s willingness to take charge and come visit him had been a sign that things were ready to progress. That all of this time and effort spent on one another was actually going somewhere positive. The way the sorcerer had looked at him, clung to him in the midst of their sex had offered Aladdin a glimpse into the man’s mind. A peek behind that thick layer of defense Mozenrath had built up. And that had shown the sultan what he had suspected for a while now. It wasn’t the kinky little games alone that kept the man coming back. It was an emphatic need for someone to have a hold on him. Someone he could trust to tug the leash and keep him close, offering stability along with the reward of a good hard fuck.

Aladdin was more than willing to fulfill that role, and he had no doubts that Jasmine would be thrilled to accommodate as well. She had adored playing with the sorcerer during their brief sessions and truth be told was already coming up with new ideas to give their errant wizard a real challenge if he decided to cause problems again. Well in light of the current situation they might be putting some of those ideas to use!

If he could keep the man alive and get him home.

The hero hadn’t overlooked Mozenrath’s words. Councilor Haldifi hadn’t exactly been friendly to him, but that was nothing unusual. A lot of the old money nobles turned their noses up at the very idea of a streetrat in the throne room. He hadn’t known the man was a sorcerer, yet it didn’t surprise him in the least. Was it possible that Haldifi could have conspired to get a potential rival out of the way? Absolutely. These magic types were always looking for a way to increase their own power and sphere of influence. Of course, that created its own problems.

Aladdin took out the lamp. He didn’t often ask Genie to come with him on diplomatic missions. But it was useful to keep the battered old brass lamp around in case he needed to communicate back home without anyone else knowing. He rubbed the side, letting the blue smoke curl out from the tip and form into a window, showing the palace gardens. Jasmine was there, looking over piles of scrolls while she ignored the platter of food that had been brought for her, her mind on political matters over sustenance. “Hey there.”

Jasmine looked up, her distracted expression changing to brightness as she saw her husband. “Humph. Spying on me when you ought to be paying attention in court.” She set down the quill and scroll, leaning forward with her chin in her hand. “Missing me that much?”

“Always. But I’ve been delayed.”

“I noticed. Good delay or bad delay?” She asked, finally picking up a fig to munch.

“A...Mozenrath delay.”

Jasmine put down the fig. “Oh.”

Aladdin sighed, and explained the situation, watching as his wife’s brows furrowed and her lips pinched together tightly. By the end of it she was making a low groan under her breath, stress on her face. “Yeah. Same here.”

“He really does find a way to cause to biggest problems with the least amount of effort.” Jasmine sighed and pushed away from her current work in favor of this new dilemma. “How does it look?”

“The Getzistan councilors want him dead. He’s caused enough chaos throughout the seven deserts to justify an execution, not to mention the potential threat he represents as far as they see it.”

“So why hasn’t it happened already? Not that I want it to, but why the hesitation on their part?” She asked, looking for any weakness they could use to get their sorcerer out of this.

“There’s some sort of convention going on. A bunch of mages and magic users are here for a get-together. They’re worried that executing a wizard while hundreds of them are in town could cause problems.” Aladdin told her, thinking about the sessions he’d been listening in on. “I think they’re holding off until the whole thing is done. But until then, Moze isn’t doing so well. I managed to visit him in the dungeons. He hasn’t been eating or sleeping, and it’s not helping his situation.”

“Well, then we deal with that first.” Jasmine asserted confidently. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be too difficult for you to find your way back down there without getting caught.” She smirked in a way that filled him with confidence.

“There are benefits to having a streetrat for a husband.” Aladdin polished his nails on his front. Just because he’d been off the streets for a few years didn’t mean he’d let his skills go rusty. “But in the meantime, we’re going to have to do something about this. What sway do we have? How can we convince Getzistan to hand Moze over to us with confidence?”

“Agrabah has been his main target for a long time. We could use his recent activity as an excuse. Say that he needs to be brought to justice here, where he’s done the most damage. We have a good relationship with Sultan Al Dentae. Maybe if we made a small gift? Some conciliatory move.” Jasmine drummed her fingers on the table. “We’ve got to play this carefully. If they think we’re going to let him run wild…”

“I’ve been thinking about that. Jasmine...we both know Moze isn’t…” He sighed, knowing that what he was about to suggest wasn’t the best thing in the world. But it was a choice they would have to make. “He needs a lockdown. I think we need to effectively get a collar on him.”

“He’s not going to like that.”

“I’m not thrilled either. It’s one thing when he provokes us for attention. It’s entirely another when he goes causing problems for our allies. This could put us in a terrible position if Getzistan starts to think we can’t confront our own enemies.” Aladdin didn’t like the idea of forcing Mozenrath into this. They’d been using a relatively gentle approach so far, letting the man come to them when he needed correction, even if Mozenrath didn’t admit it to himself. However, if it was a choice between a collar of the ax, Aladdin wasn’t going to leave Mozenrath vulnerable.

Jasmine nodded in agreement. “I’ll get started on something. In the meantime, if this Haldifi is as much of a concern, I think we should have Genie raid the Citadel. I don’t want anything Mozenrath might have there getting into someone else’s hands.” The sultana leaned back on the pillows and shook her head. “Do your best to get him out of this. We’ll be ready by the time you come home.”

“I’ll take care of it. I love you, Jasmine.” He blew her a kiss, Jasmine returned the gesture before the portal closed and Aladdin put the lamp back in a secure location. The hero rubbed his neck, thinking about what he needed to do from here. His wife was right. Simplest thing first. Mozenrath needed food and rest or he’d be in real trouble long before the law got to him. Aladdin began to take off the cape and turban, putting away all the royal finery in favor of something a little more stealthy.

~~~

Mozenrath knelt there, unmoved from the position in which he’d been left. Aladdin’s visit had hurt more than he cared to admit right now, leaving him emotionally raw and shaking. Of course, he might also have been shaking from exhaustion. The sorcerer was so wrapped up in his own crisis, trying to figure out how he was going to escape (and potentially burn this entire city to the ground), that he didn’t hear the sound of stones rubbing against one another down the hall. Shadows moved outside the cell, but Mozenrath didn’t register it until the keys jingled and the door creaked slowly open. He raised his head, ready for a guard to enter and throw another bowl of gruel at him along with a few insults.

He wasn’t sure if he was any more thrilled to see Aladdin slink back in, dressed in dark colors and looking very secretive about the whole thing. “Oh wonder. I suppose you’re back to make my experience worse.” He snapped, growling at the hero with an angry sneer.

“Shush,” Aladdin told him firmly, tucking the keys away out of Mozenrath’s reach. “I brought you something.”

“Whatever it is, I don’t want it. I don’t want a damned thing you’ve got, streetrat!”

Aladdin moved quickly, slapping a hand over Mozenrath's mouth and pushing the man back to keep him quiet. The sorcerer struggled with him uselessly. Shackled and bound as he was, Aladdin as no trouble subduing him, getting the man down on the floor and pinned so he wouldn’t attract attention. “I said hush!” He ordered in the man’s ear. It did not escape his notice that Mozenrath’s head was turned away in shame. It was all too easy to see why. The bulge at the front of his trousers was a clear indication that even in this state, Mozenrath couldn’t quite help himself. Aladdin smiled fondly to himself but chose to spare the man further humiliation. “Easy now. I just brought you real food.”

Mozenrath glanced at him, shaking his head at the hand gripping his face and covering his mouth. Dark gods help him, but he was trembling in the man’s hold, brain hazing over as he considered the very real potential of this situation. It would be so very easy for Aladdin to give him relief right now. Even just a little punishment, something to make him feel that rush burn through his body. The sorcerer shut it down. He shook his head, closing his thighs to try and ignore the reaction this was causing.

The hero nudged him. “If I let go, are you going to yell or scream?”

Mozenrath considered, but shook his head. It wouldn’t do him any good regardless.

“Okay.” Aladdin released the man, coming around in front of him and pulling some items out of the satchel he was carrying. He’d brought fruit, fresh bread, hummus, and meat along with a waterskin, anything to get real food in the man’s stomach. The hero cut a slice of apple and held it out, offering it to the sorcerer.

The man balked immediately, stiffening up with a brutal glare. “I am not…!”

“Hey.” Aladdin snapped his fingers next to Mozenrath’s ear, earning him a look of utter indignation! “Enough. I’m not taking those contraptions off you and you need to eat. Now isn’t the time to be proud.”

“I don’t need your damned help!” He whisper-yelled back, hissing under his breath. But the smell of crisp, juicy apple reached him and Mozenrath’s stomach gave a betraying growl.

“Moze you deserve more dignity than starving to death in a cell.” Aladdin held the slice out again. “This isn’t pity. I’m not trying to humiliate you. I’m trying to get you to survive.”

Mozenrath fought his own pride back and forth before swallowing dryly. He was used to fasting now and again for the purpose of a spell, and his eating habits were never good. But Aladdin and Jasmine’s enforcement had improved them a bit, and now his belly gnawed at him aggressively. He scrunched up his face, but eventually opened his mouth, letting Aladdin put the slice inside. Damn him but it was sweet, crisp, and delicious. Mozenrath groaned softly, pride giving way to necessity when Aladdin offered a bit of bread and hummus.

“There you go,” Aladdin said softly, encouraging the man after a few more bites. He couldn’t resist pressing his palm to Mozenrath’s cheek, stroking the man’s plush lips with his thumb. “Better?”

Mozenrath went pink and for a split second, he leaned into it, desperate for some sense of comfort and stability. Just as quickly he jerked away. “Fuck off. It’s bad enough you’re seeing me like this. Do you have to make it worse?”

“I’m not trying to. I swear. I’m worried about you.” He told the man as he pulled out the water and uncorked it. “Here. You need to drink.”

Mozenrath opened his mouth and gulped generously, licking the droplets off his lips as Aladdin pulled it away. “Wine would have been more appreciated.”

“On an empty stomach? I think you need water more.” Aladdin started to feed him more, stopping every now and again to give him another drink. He kept an ear towards the door, listening for any approach. But for now, they had time. He kept his eyes on Mozenrath, watching as the man started to settle, his posture getting laxer by the minute.

After a few rounds, the sorcerer sniffed, blinking slowly as Aladdin pushed a grape to him. He shook his head, moaning softly. “I...I’m fine I…” He pulled away as Aladdin tried to give him another drink. His brain felt fuzzy and dull, a need to sleep beginning to coil around him like a warm blanket. Mozenrath caught the slightly guilty look on the hero’s face and scoffed. “Oh. Oh, you prick.” his speech slurred as he dropped forward, strong hands catching him before he could fall.

“Sorry. But you needed this too.”

“Whu-what are you going...urgh.” Mozenrath rolled his head as the drugs took effect, draining all tension and resistance from his body in mere moments. He could hear clicking and looked to see Aladdin fiddling with lock-picks and undoing the restraints that held him. “What are you doing?” He asked wearily.

“You need to sleep. I’ll put these back on before you wake up. But for now…” The blunt clack released the bars and Aladdin pulled them out from between the bones of Mozenrath’s ruined hand. He slid the metal from the sorcerer’s throat and wrist, frowning at the red marks against the skin that were sure to leave some damage behind. He pulled Mozenrath to him, letting the man rest his head against his chest. “For now just sleep. I’ve got an eye on you.”

“I. I.” Mozenrath pulled away, trying to shove himself up from Aladdin. But all the force was gone from him. It wasn’t fair! How dare he take this kind of advantage! Resistance was futile, and all the hero needed to do was tug at him gently, giving Mozenrath the excuse of a warm body and protection for the necromancer to fade into blessed unconsciousness.

“Oh, Moze.” Aladdin whispered, stroking down the man’s back and offering what comfort he could in the moment. “You really do have a habit of getting into the worst situations.”

Chapter Text

If Aladdin had told the sorcerer that he was drugging him, then Mozenrath could have mentioned that sleeping draughts often had the side effect of hyper-realistic dreams. But as that hadn’t been the way events had played out, Mozenrath was defenseless against his own psyche’s grip.

He was falling.

Down, down, down, far away from the light. Away from consciousness or control, into darkness that permeated his vision. He reached out into the blackness, clawing for purchase in hopes of slowing his descent into nothingness. Sensation threaded between his fingers, but no matter how he tried to cling to it, there was no preventing the descent. Mozenrath flexed his undersenses, valiantly attempting to raise his magic to his defense, yet there was no response. It was as if he had dipped into a null zone, devoid of any arcane forces to draw from. That realization brought with it a sense of panic that threatened to overwhelm him if he did not find some means of defending himself, and quickly!

Just as he began to fear that he would vanish into this, something reached out and touched him. It clutched around his waist, tugging him into stability against something he could not see. Mozenrath looked back, but again there was nothing there, nothing he could see or sense. Before he could react to this there was another touch, wrapping gently around his throat and lifting his head, keeping him in place. The confusion started to build, and he began to struggle as the firm grip of hands began to take hold of him. He was dangling in midair, supported only by their presence against him. If he persisted, they would release, and he would drop into the darkness again. Yet that couldn’t stop him from resisting.

Mozenrath thrashed, jerking away from their hold and tugging at the places where they held him. But it did no good. If he pried off the invisible fingers of one hand, another replaced them, until he could feel the encircled palms forcing him to be still. The sorcerer could hear his own gasps as delicate fingers plucked at his clothing, undoing the buttons at his lapel. He shook his head as another pair of hands tugged at his belt, slipping it free and dragging the black and gold tabard off of him.

~Wait!~ He tried, but his voice had no sound to it outside of its reverberation in his own mind. As the unseen force worked at his coverings, the hand about his throat tightened just enough to assert authority. Mozenrath could only look down to see himself being stripped one layer at a time. ~No! Stop!~ He cried out, yet they did not hesitate. His shirt was peeled from his body, his trousers drug off till he was exposed to this force beyond his control.

The touches returned as if they had never left, and Mozenrath yelled aloud to feel their strong grip travel up from his ankles to his calves. The added pressure was both reassuring and confining, and he thrashed again, only for the restraint around his limbs to increase. His head was tilted upwards forcefully, and though no face met his vision, the necromancer got the distinct sensation that he was being inspected. Something tugged at his lip, and when he dared to cry out the fingers took advantage and pressed within, pushing down his tongue and gliding deeper into his mouth. Mozenrath gurgled, shaking his head only to feel his hair being gathered and pulled to hold him in place. His arms were pulled up behind his back and held with determined force! The touch at his legs was questing higher, and as they reached his thighs the sorcerer could do nothing but squeal desperately as they were tugged open, displaying his prick and ass for whatever was observing him.

Still more hands began to caress his chest, rubbing him down with soothing motions as if it was meant to calm him. He trembled at their insistence, but when they started to pluck at his nipples it was difficult to suppress his own moans. ~Please.~ He begged softly, unsure if he was speaking or just thinking it until the fingers touched the back of his mouth. He gurgled around them, eyes rolling back as they probed deeper. Within seconds he could feel the touch of a palm against his chin, leaving the sorcerer to accept their insistent occupation. The hands held him still as the fingers began to move in and out, gagging Mozenrath with slow intentions. Every humble little ‘gurck’ of his throat seemed to please them, and increase their desire to break him down.

The plucking at his chest became rougher, the gentle teasing becoming a firm pressure that pinched his buds and drug out a sweet growl across his chest. He panted, then howled out again as his nipples were twisted meanly, the sharp burst of pain radiated over him. As the fingers released and began to swirl his hard buds around to alleviate the strain, his throat was once more occupied by the touch and held it firm. Mozenrath choked against them, the desperate little ‘chuk, chuk, chuk’ echoing in his ears till he felt his cheeks grow warm. He couldn’t breathe! He made an attempt to turn his head, but the hands held fast. ‘Chuk, chuk, chuk’! A horse little noise made it past the fingers, but still, they refused to release him!

Before he could let the full weight of panic settle into his mind, touches caressed down his pelvis and cupped at his balls. Mozenrath’s eyes widened at their warm curl, holding his sac and letting it rest in the palm as if weighing them. A palm held at the base of his prick and trailed up slowly, teasing the shaft with dedicated strokes. The hungry sensation was enough of a distraction to make him arch up in need. He moaned aloud, and for the first time in this strange moment, Mozenrath could hear his own noises in the darkness. The fingers pulled from his mouth and he breathed in harshly, the next sound escaping as a warbling cry. A thread of drool slipped out the corner of his mouth, but before he could do anything the press on his tongue refreshed itself, occupying his throat and controlling his breath once more. Two fingers. That was all it took to make him gag.

The sorcerer moaned once more as the press against his cock teased him up, keeping his mind parted from any attempt at defense. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them around with ease and keeping the most delicious tension at his thighs. One hand stroked his prick up and pressed at the hole, letting a bead of precum catch to prove to him how defenseless he was to his own arousal. Mozenrath cried out when the hand began to pump him in earnest, the wry delight of need tugging at his cock. He arched up once more, following the sensation that promised him completion. And the touches welcomed his enthusiasm.

Just as he began to grow dizzy, the fingers tugged free again, allowing him another desperate, panting breath. He groaned into the air, thrashing at the way he was being pulled apart! ~Please! Mercy!~ He cried voicelessly only for the caresses to plant themselves back down his throat. His eyelashes fluttered as he was denied breath, held down and supported in this strangeness that had enveloped him. Before he could even try to think there was a press at his hole, two slicked fingers demanding access to his whorled entry. Mozenrath squealed hotly as they entered without a moment of hesitation, offering stimulation from the inside! He was shaking from head to toe, no part of him was left untouched or unattended. And as the fingers inside his ass began to travel in and out, he was finding himself with less will to resist it. ~Oh please! Please, I can’t!~ He tried but to no avail. They had him now and there was no indication of letting him go anytime soon.

He lost all pride when the first orgasm struck him, fingers lodged firmly against his prostate, hands devoted to jerking him off, others still refusing to let him move an inch without their permission. Mozenrath let it take him, no recourse but to ride this high till it ended. But if he thought he would be allowed to rest after release the poor man was grossly mistaken. Even when the rush of it came down and he was again allowed to breath, the fondling did not pause. The hand at his throat tightened, and tightened, and held till he went hot about the face. Now there a third finger added to his hole, and the tender warm-up was done with. Mozenrath cried into the void as he was pumped hard and fast, the penetration slapping up against his ass till his eyes rolled back and he thought he might lose any sense of his own awareness. Harder, harder still till the ring of his body ached! Just as he thought he might lose himself, the hand at his neck released, and Mozenrath’s scream dissolved into the breaking sobs of pleasure coursing through him. He howled till he thought his head might burst, and when his lungs were full again the hand clasped at his throat and cut off all thought and air once more. The fingers hit him deep and Mozenrath’s open mouth emitted no sound. The unrelenting presses surrounding his body were his only support against the darkness taking him in.

Slowly it began to dawn on the sorcerer that he had only these choices. He could fight and claw his way towards a release or try anyhow, and it would result only in him sliding deeper into this endless chasm of emptiness. Or he could submit to the demands and comforts of the grip that held him in place, the only support offered against the void surrounding him. As another orgasm broke through his defenses, sending him reeling into the gasping pleasure that clouded his thoughts, Mozenrath almost welcomed the hand at his throat that kept him grounded in this moment. He breathed in, catching the scent of jasmines and desert heat before the renewed press pulled him into the strange bliss once more. A push into his body drew his attention and he began trying to ride it, searching for some control over this moment. When the fingers quested into his lips, he opened them willingly, letting the push go deep as it wanted. Pleasure coursed over him with hungry intentions, and at his submission, the hands began to caress him. A thumb-like press ran over his jawline. Fingers trailed through his hair and gently scratched his scalp. A massaging touch began to knead into him, easing the strain on his muscles. The message was clear. Resistance was met with restraint. Submission with tenderness.

He was so tired of fighting everything. His body was pushed forward, seeking another burst of pleasure that would knock thought from his brain. Mozenrath went limp in the grip of a mightier will than his own and gave himself up to drowning in this dreamworld.

~~~

Aladdin kept watch over the man as he slept, offering no more than the occasional stroke against his hair to comfort him. He needed more time than he had to think things over. There would be a meeting soon to decide what would be done with this problem sorcerer. He needed to collect his thoughts and somehow convince them to turn Mozenrath over to him. Easier said than done. Mozenrath was a viable threat. They had every right to want him dead. He had to convince them that the sorcerer was worth more alive, especially to them. He began to pet the man, absently, as if calming himself while he considered the possibilities. Mozenrath was warm against him, staving off the chill of the dungeon. Aladdin could only hope he was providing the same care.

Despite how close they had gotten, Aladdin often felt that he knew nothing about this man. Mozenrath went out of his way to maintain privacy, keeping people at a distance. Sex wasn’t the same thing as intimacy, and he got the sensation that, in his own way, Mozenrath had been using them for his own satisfaction, albeit begrudgingly. He never had to come back to them. Aladdin and Jasmine had gone out of their way to leave the door open so he could come and go at will. Yet that kept progress with him incredibly slow. Even knowing that Moze had come to him only a few nights ago didn’t change the fact that the sorcerer had retreated the second he felt threatened. Even a hint of betrayal and they were right back at square one.

“Nobody can ever say you lack personality,” Aladdin muttered, petting down Mozenrath’s cheek. He understood some of that. He suspected that the young necromancer had, much like himself, not had a pleasant childhood. If growing up on the streets made it difficult to trust others, then he couldn’t imagine being raised by a psychotic necromancer was any better. Learning how to guard yourself became second nature, a matter of survival. Which in turn made it even more difficult to drop your guard down the line. He’d gone through it was Jasmine early on. All the lies he’d told and the persona of Prince Ali he’d adopted just to keep her from knowing the real him hadn’t exactly been easy to overcome. But they’d done it with time, effort, and love.

Could any of that apply to Mozenrath? Sure they liked him, even if he was a pain in the ass more often than not. But love felt a long way off. They were willing to expend the effort and time if they could only keep him close enough for both to be available. The only difference was, did Mozenrath want to be there? Did he want to let them closer? He responded to the games, submitted when dominance was offered. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, growing aroused and needy whenever they punished him or asserted control. He must trust them to apply such tactics, otherwise, he would never have shown up at Aladdin’s door. Was that trust, or desperation? A desire for closeness or just going to the one person he knew could fulfill his needs?

Needs. He couldn’t get the image of Mozenrath straddling his lap, panting desperately as the poor creature called him Sir. It had all seemed so earnest at the moment. No lies, no hidden agendas. Just Mozenrath squirming as he obeyed Aladdin’s commands. The hero sighed warmly, thinking about the rush he got just by holding the sorcerer’s thick hair in his grip. A little tug and the man was pliant to him, urgently craving more. Aladdin had thoroughly enjoyed stripping away the layers, watching as Mozenrath turned into the sweetest thing under his touch. What could he say? Moze wasn’t the only one with kinks that needed attention. He took immense pleasure in tying each knot, leaving each red mark, and wiping away every single tear until the sorcerer was a wreck under him. He’d gotten Jasmine into the same position more than a few times, and nothing made the hero quite as satisfied as watching her gasp and laugh with pleasure when she came down off the rush.

The other side of enjoying these games was understanding the responsibility one took on by playing them. Mozenrath’s words were not lost on him. Aladdin had, albeit unknowingly, put Moze at risk by teasing him up until he exposed their activities. He couldn’t fully blame the sorcerer for doing what was necessary to protect his reputation, but that meant he’d gotten himself into more trouble than they could handle.

Aladdin sat with him for as long as he could, until Mozenrath began to rouse. He took the opportunity while the man was still drowsy and locked him back in the fetters, hoping he would not have to suffer them for much longer. “I’ll come back as soon as I can with food and water,” he promised, petting the man’s hair once more. Mozenrath groaned, eyes fluttering as he lay there smacking his lips. He barely seemed aware of his surroundings, but that would change soon. Aladdin couldn’t leave anything behind to show he had been there. Even a goblet would give him away. “Sorry, Moze,” he said, slipping out of the way and back through the secret passage he’d found and closed the stones behind him. “But right now I’m just going to hope I’ll get to see you again.”

~~~

Day by day Aladdin was discovering just how much he really despised politics.

These talks had gone on forever, with everyone pursuing their own agenda for what they felt would best be done with Mozenrath. The majority seemed to think that his execution was the best solution to the problem. Although Aladdin had quickly seen the division among them lay in whether to simply behead the man outright or to question him thoroughly first to see if he could provide anything useful to them. Others, the hero was unamused to discover, seemed to think it would be best to keep him alive as long as he proved useful. Their methods for keeping him subservient were sure to be decidedly less pleasant and affectionate than Aladdin had planned. Back and forth the debate went until Aladdin seriously debated just breaking Moze out in secret and dealing with the consequences later.

In the end, it was Jasmine that saved the day.

Aladdin had been sneaking down to Moze as often as he could, bringing the man food and water along with a few hours of security to sleep without fear of torment. The sorcerer was furious with him for the drugging and had flat out refused to speak to him with the most stubborn and resolute look on his face. It wasn’t going well, to say the least until Jasmine had popped up last night in the wee hours of the morning with an idea. The sultan of Getzistan had been hesitating to sentence the man to death because of the lingering presence of the mage community within the city. He worried that it would incense the dangerous sorcerers and at best make them reconsider the amount of money they spent every few years for the conference. At worst, they might decide to launch an all-out attack to preserve their pride. He had council members to hold at bay as well, and more than anything else, Jasmine was sure he’d be happy to have someone else take this problem off his hands. Agrabah’s royal duo had tangled with the sorcerer before and wasn’t likely to treat him too gently. Not to mention they had a Genie! Who better to file through the Citadel and remove any dangerous, hostile magics lingering there?

The fledgling sultan hadn’t ignored what Moze had told him. He kept a close eye on Councilor Haldifi, noting the twitch of the man’s lips when Sultan Al Dente announced that he would be handing Mozenrath over. He was sure the man was going to burst a blood vessel when the subject of raiding the Citadel came up, but it hardly mattered now. Aladdin made the usual gracious speech, promising to keep Mozenrath well away from Getzistan and to utilize any power they found to strengthen their allies as well as themselves. Most of the council seemed amiable to the idea, if not entirely pleased. But he wasn’t entirely surprised to see Haldifi eyeing him as he left the chambers.

He was a little surprised that the councilor followed him out to the gardens, coughing with false politeness. “Yes? Ah. Councilor...Haldi I believe?” He couldn’t resist a little bit of smugness to see the man cringe inwardly. Nothing was half as satisfying as seeing a high and mighty noble forced to hold their tongue to what they still considered a street rat.

“Haldifi, your majesty.” He said, not quite bowing, more nodding indulgently. “I had hoped to speak to you on the subject of the sorcerer under our control.”

“I’m afraid those decisions have already been made. If you are concerned about his well-being, or if we will keep him from causing harm, I can promise there’s nothing to be worried over. The sultana and I are already hard at work ensuring he will be well contained.”

“A boon to the seven deserts of course.” The man assured him with a strained tone. “Yet I cannot help, but for the sake of Getzistan, to wonder if this is the best route to peace.”

Aladdin had been waiting to see what kind of stunt the man was going to pull. Looked like he’d find out quite soon. “You spoke your peace before the throne, Haldifi. Your idea had its merits, but your Sultan found my offer more appealing. A ruling has been made. It’s much too late to go back on it now.”

Haldifi moved quickly, popping in front of the younger man with the expression of someone who just watched another snatch the last piece of pie off the dessert table. “Oh, I have no doubt about that. I would never wish to offend my sultan by doubting his proclamation. However given extenuating circumstances, I wonder if perhaps you and I can’t come to a private agreement.”

When it came to mouthy politicians, Jasmine had taught him how to read between the lines. Everyone had their own agenda, possibly multiple agendas going on at any given moment. Learn to see past what they are saying and into what their goals are. “Ah. You wouldn’t want your sultan to think you disloyal for questioning his judgment call, but you believe that Mozenrath’s magical artifacts could potentially be useful...especially to you.”

“I am a faithful advisor and loyal court sorcerer. Any magic I have will be used to ensure Getzistan’s safety.” He promised with a dry tone.

Aladdin tried to hide the way his eyebrows lifted, but when his lips pursed, holding back a laugh, he was sure that Haldifi was going to end up offended. “Oh, I’ll get right on that. I’ll be sure to send you any card tricks or exploding bottles I find lying about.” He shook his head, meaning to move past the fellow and get back to the business of getting the sorcerer out of here.

“And...I suppose if I told you there was a very good reason you should take me more seriously…”

Aladdin paused.

“If I told you that I am well aware of the reason you want to take that sublime young sorcerer back to the cloistered halls of your palace, would that change your desire to cooperate with me?”

“My reasons are my own, though likely not that different from yours.” He offered. The way Haldifi chuckled set him on edge. This was going to end up a big problem if he didn’t do something to end the man's suspicions quickly.

“You know, I heard once that those who grow up in your station of life can’t exactly afford to be picky about their bedmates. Though I did think that, with you occupying a throne and a princess, you might set your standards a bit higher.”

Aladdin turned around, doing his utmost to reflect confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You can play the liar all you wish, but there’s no djinn here to grant it. I know perfectly well what the two of you are getting up to. And know this, I don’t care you turn him inside out, but if I think for a moment that either of you presents a threat to Getzistan I will act accordingly.”

Was it possible that the man actually was loyal to the sultan? If so Aladdin could hardly blame him for being suspicious. On the other hand, maybe Haldifi was so good at lying that he could even hide his motives from himself. The hero wasn’t about to take a chance either way. “I have no intention of doing anything that would bring harm to our allies, nor would I allow the necromancer to do anything of the sort. Now, unless you want to continue this very boring conversation, I have work to do.”

“Of that much I am certain. I hope that the stripling wizard is good enough to be worth all this effort and risk.”

~We’ll see, won’t we?~ Aladdin thought to himself, refusing to give Haldifi another moment of his time.

~~~

“Unhand me! I won’t be dragged about my some expendable watchman!” Mozenrath jerked back as hard as he could, trying to keep his footing as two of the guards hauled him forward by the chains on his stocks, determined to drag him out if they had to.

“If you don’t keep that trap shut I’ll box you in the lip!” One of the men yelled back at him, yanking the chain with enough force to make the sorcerer trip a few steps. He yelped as he landed on his knees, the dungeon floor coming up fast before he managed to avoid going face-first into the stone. “I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You’re lucky that your day won’t be ending on the executions block.”

That caught his attention. Mozenrath narrowed his eyes, scowling up at the both of them. “What’s it to be then? Another round of gentle questioning first?”

The guard rolled his eyes and continued to pull, dragging the necromancer through the hall and up the stairs. “Mouthiest damned sorcerer I’ve ever met.” He muttered to his friend, who nodded adamantly in agreement.

“Don’t speak as if I’m not here!”

“If you don’t shut up I’ll…”

“Enough.”

Aladdin’s voice was the last thing he expected to hear, especially right now. Mozenrath went upright, looking at the hero as he stood there, bathed in the afternoon sunlight and dressed in traveling clothes. “Wonderful. Are you here to witness my further humiliation or participate in it?” He grumbled, looking away so he wouldn’t have to bear the man’s frown of disappointment.

“Sorry, your majesty. He’s being a bit on the rowdy side.” The guard insisted, tugging the chain again. “No offense, sire, but are you sure you can handle him from here on out?”

~Handle me?~ Mozenrath perked up, listening to what they were saying.

“I’ve handled worse than him before. And we won’t be staying long at all. Leaving immediately in fact.” Aladdin promised the man and put his hand out, accepting the chain with a less than thrilled expression on his face. “I want to keep this sorcerer from being a problem any longer than necessary.”

He hadn’t expected for that to hurt. “A...problem?” He scoffed, shaking his head. By the gods, had Aladdin actually managed to convince that ridiculous sultan to hand him over? Any sense of hope crackled like dying embers before being snuffed out. It wasn’t just that he was being handed over. It was that Aladdin had participated in this. That he meant to keep hold of Mozenrath like some exotic pet. “A problem!” He took a step and put his shoulders into it, snapping back so that the chain would pull towards his. “I’ll show you a fucking problem!” He roared, summoning all the power he could manage, which at this moment was not a great deal. The metal of his bar crackled, and the sound of metal being bent echoed through the chamber.

“Run him through!” A guard ordered, grabbing for his spear.

“NO!” Aladdin yelled back, getting between them. “Mozenrath, stop this! Stop it this instant!”

“I will not!” He tried with all he had, letting every focus of energy drive forward into the metal, attempting to snap or shatter it even if he was barely conscious after. He did not get the chance to accomplish such a thing. Aladdin took the wooden bar between the metal restraints and shoved it back, thwacking Mozenrath into the wall behind him with impressive force.

“Are you insane?” He half growled, half-whispered. “I am going through a lot of trouble to try and save your scrawny ass. You could at least play along.”

“Saving me for what? You made your intentions clear, street rat.” Mozenrath retorted hatefully, trying to hide the way he was trembling. “When I get free and believe me Aladdin, I will get free, I will not stop until everything you took from me is mine again. I will burn Agrabah to the ground, salt the ashes, and do whatever it takes to end you and that slumming princess of yours once and for all!”

If one thing could be said for Aladdin above all else, he could be incredibly patient. Despite all the back and forth, he’d never had any ill will towards the sorcerer at all. Annoyance, occasional frustration, and irritation. But right now, after all, he had gone through, after how far they had come only for Mozenrath to stand there and promise to rain down vengeance on him, Aladdin realized he did have a limit. And the poor bastard on a leash had slammed himself right into it.

When Aladdin took his hand and closed it around the sorcerer’s throat, Mozenrath got the most burning sensation that this had been done before. As the fingers applied just the right amount of pressure to the sides of his neck, the physical familiarity recalled to him the dream of only a few nights ago and the unrelenting press of hands all across his body. He fixed his eyes on the hero, shooting daggers at him as he struggled to remain a threat. He was not expecting to see the dark fire shining right back at him, those brown iris unphased by his words. The squeeze bore down tighter, and at his first gasp, Aladdin held.

“You’re done.”

It wasn’t just that he had said it, it was the way it came out of his mouth. A harsher and far more forbidding tone than the sorcerer had ever heard Aladdin use in his life. He swallowed hesitantly, squirming despite himself, the angry fever breaking quickly. “You can’t do this.” He hissed out, but Aladdin was finished.

“Guards, leave us.” He ordered. “I need to teach him a lesson before we take off.”

The two men looked at one another, thoroughly impressed to see the young sultan behave with such authority and control. They bowed and removed themselves from the room as quickly as possible. Mozenrath breathed heavily unsure of what to do as he heard the door click shut behind them. He flashed a glance at Aladdin, shaking his head. “Don’t you even think about it! If you try anything so help me…” He started to build himself up again, only to feel a hard backhand fly across his cheek. A pant followed the strike, and he looked at Aladdin in pure shock.

“For the last several months, Jasmine and I have done everything within our power to be patient with you.” He warned harshly, letting go of Mozenrath long enough to remove his turban and roll up his sleeves. “I don’t expect you to pretend to be grateful or anything. That’s not how this works. But for you to sit here and threaten the lives of everyone I care about when I have placed my authority as sultan, the throne, and our respect as allies of the seven deserts on the line to save your life?” Aladdin’s jaw stiffened and he grabbed the wooden bar once more. “That is enough, Moze, to put me over the edge.”

“I meant every word of it you filthy...AH!” Another backhand, harder this time, harder than he thought the man capable of delivering.

“If you’re trying to earn yourself a bigger punishment you don’t need to worry. I have every intention of making this one last.” Aladdin drug him forward, bringing the man over to a bench and shoving him down on it.

Mozenrath tried to move out from under him, kicking or thrashing in whatever way he thought might work. At this point, he was swimming against the tides. Aladdin stripped the silk belt from the man’s waist and used it to lash him to the bench, holding him in place. He grit his teeth, cheeks red as he watched Aladdin pull back and remove something from his pouch. He could see the amber bottle in the torchlight, as well as the viscous liquid swishing around. He didn’t know what to make of it as the former street rat uncorked the thing and a potent, citrus scent escaped. “What are you doing?” he snapped, shifting side to side as Aladdin put a hand to his pants and began to draw them down slowly, exposing his round cheeks. “No! No stop! Whatever you’re doing stop it!”

“Humph.” He didn’t say anything else as he noticed the erection Mozenrath had been unable to control. The poor thing really did have a submissive streak a mile wide. At the moment that was the last of his concerns. Aladdin stood there, dipping a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers before tucking them behind the necromancer. He sought out the pink ring without a second of mercy, pressing the digits up to it and swirling them about generously.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare you...you….” His mouth fell open as the wetness glided up against him, a finger sliding in easily. “Nuuuh! You...fucking…!” It had been too long since he’d been touched like this. His own body was its own worst enemy, practically begging the man to give this to him. “I’ll get you for this. I swear I’ll get you for this, Aladdin!”

“You’re only digging yourself deeper.” He said in a hardened tone, pouring more of the oil down his fingers so it would sink into the man’s hole. He continued until there had to be several teaspoons inside, then pulled out, finding a bucket of clean water and washing his hands off. As Mozenrath lay there waiting and exposed, Aladdin drug a chair over and sat in front of the man, crossing one leg over the other.

Mozenrath didn’t say anything else at first. He swallowed harshly, licking his lips and waiting for the punishment to begin. He had expected a good belting at the very least. After that slap, he was sure he would be too exhausted to walk for days! But Aladdin just sat there, watching. “Well? Go on. Get it over with!” He snarled.

Aladdin said nothing.

“Don’t expect me to beg! Do whatever it is you’re going to do to me. Just one more reason for me to make you pay.” He readied himself for another bout of ranting when a tingle began to spread throughout his backside. He ignored it at first, thinking it was just the wetness trickling across his body. But as the seconds passed, the tingling started to build. Mozenrath flinched, shaking his head, the aroma growing stronger. “What did you do?”

The faintest hint of a smile crossed the sultan's face, but it vanished quickly.

Mozenrath squirmed, then his eyes widened as a flush, burning sensation flowed across his hole, aching into it with wild intensity. “Ah! Ahhhhh!” He cried out, lips parting to release the sound into the air. “Ahhhha! W-what? Ahhhh!” He shook his head, not understanding what was happening to him and why it felt like heat against his cheeks. He clenched instinctively, yet that only made matters worse. The squeeze only caused the liquid to spread more, activating the oil with greater purpose. Mozenrath shrieked aloud as it burned from his sensitive hole, the warmth now moving deeper within him. “What did you do?” He demanded, flashing Aladdin a desperate look. “What is this?”

“Ginger oil.” He answered patiently, crossing his hands in his lap as he watched the sorcerer try to contend with this uncompromising punishment.

“Hnnnnn!” Moze shuddered, not grasping what on earth he could do to make it stop. This was insidious! If he tightened the oil seemed to burst, flooding his senses with more of that shivering heat. If he tried to relax, it only slipped deeper inside, making his tunnel flex from within. He tossed his head from side to side, whining sharply as the liquid dripped down to his balls, letting the burn continue its devilish work there. How could something so small create such an intense fire across his skin?

Aladdin stood up, walking around him as if examining the sorcerer. “Sometimes I wish I knew what to say to you.” He said, watching Mozenrath groan through his suffering. “What we did the other day meant something to me. Now I’m wondering if it meant anything at all to you.” He took a leather strap from one of the hooks on the wall and folded it over, making sure Mozenrath could see him do it.

The young wizard swallowed, too stubborn to give in easily, but knowing full well that he wouldn’t last long once the belting began. The ginger did not let up, if anything it only grew more persistent with every passing second. He could only be grateful that they were alone, and there was no one else to share in this humiliation. When the first blow struck him across the ass it soared up through his body, forcing a bleat from Mozenrath’s lips. The next was just as demanding, and while the burn kept him twitching, he could not hide the soft moan that followed every crack.

“Do you have any kind of an answer for me?” Aladdin asked him.

Mozenrath lurched with another hit and pinched his lips together. No. He’d given up too much as it was. No more. No more letting himself be so easily controlled. No more letting Aladdin or his sultana drive him half-mad with these strange, hedonistic games! He would hold here if it killed him! He pushed his head to the bench and willed himself not to be weak. He could take this blistering if it came to such a thing! He could take it if he must. Yet nothing could stop the way he arched as the ginger kiss moved within him, forcing his body to awaken with needy intentions.

“Alright then.” The hero whispered softly, unable to hide the disappointment from his voice. He tightened his grip on the belt and prepared to lay on. “Alright.”

~~~

By the time the guards were called to return, Mozenrath was on the ground, staring at the tiles as if they had cursed his mother, teeth bared and body trembling like a leaf in the wind. He looked disheveled, but Aladdin had redone his trousers out of sympathy. There were no marks to indicate what the hero had done to him, which might well have been intentional. What better way to convince the guards that he could handle the rowdy wizard than to see the man kneeling and dejected after only a little while. He squeezed his legs tight, hoping it might hide his erection or the wet stain the oil had left on his pants. He couldn’t even sit back on his heels. It hurt too much. Moze couldn’t bring himself to look up as they entered, not with tears still dripping from his chin and streak on his face.

Aladdin turned to the guards. “Tell the sultan that I am very sorry but I won’t be able to come and give him a formal goodbye. I need to get this sorcerer back to Agrabah right away.”

“Of course, your majesty. We will inform him immediately. I...I admit myself impressed. I have never seen him appear so subdued in such a short amount of time.” One of the guards assured Aladdin as he stared at the sorcerer who had been half-mad only a little while ago.

“It takes a steady hand,” Aladdin said and took the chain, hauling Mozenrath up. “If you please.” The guards Mozenrath out of his way as Moze stiffly rose to his feet, head still down as if it would hide his face from view. He walked as he was pulled, biting his lip and forcing himself not to groan as his body protested.

Just as they made it down the hall and were about to round the corner, Mozenrath, to his own mortification heard one of the guards say. “Does it smell like ginger in here?”

Chapter Text

"Go on. Yell. Call for help. See who comes to rescue you."

Mean. Not a word of it was untrue, but still, that reality had stung him deeply. The way Aladdin had spoken to him was so far from the wry teasing he had offered up before that Mozenrath knew he’d crossed a line this time. He had a difficult time feeling guilty about that considering where this had landed him. The confines of the space had confirmed one undeniable truth to his mind. They had made this place with the intention that he would stay indefinitely and as such had done what they could to ensure he would be comfortable.

Aladdin had not returned, not since they had flung themselves back to Agrabah and Mozenrath had done his very best to be a problem the moment they touched the ground. The hero had made the decision to lay down the law, snapping that evil band around his balls and bringing him to tears with a few hard snaps. It was made a thousand times worse by how quickly he brought Mozenrath to orgasm with nothing but a few fingers undoing him one push at a time. Despite swearing not to break so easily, Mozenrath had caved and howled like he was losing his mind. He had knelt and clung to Aladdin as if that were the only thing keeping him grounded in this world.

And regretted it immediately after.

The next few days had given him the opportunity to settle in and get used to his surroundings. He had tested the boundaries, aggravated to find no doors. He could feel the magic in the brick, but without his gauntlet, he couldn’t do much beyond detect that it was there. Any attempt to probe that power brought consequences through a nasty backlash of arcane energy that left him too nauseous and dizzy to stand. It lasted only a few seconds, but the deterrent worked. He stopped fiddling with it after a few unsuccessful attempts. There was no point in making himself sick without a point to it.

Though it was only one room, it had been sectioned off to allow him some illusion of privacy. The main area held a thick rug with a table and plenty of cushions to lounge on. They had given him books (though he noticed that none had to do with magic of any kind), as well as some paper and ink to write if he wished. Food came three times a day. It just appeared on the table, steaming hot and ready for him. At first, he ignored it, determined to reject their attempts at easing him. But again those jackasses were two steps ahead of him. It smelled magnificent enough to make his belly grumble irritably until he reluctantly sat down at the table. A wooden divider sectioned off the bath area where they had included a tub large enough for him to sink into along with plenty of soaps and lotions. If he wanted hot water to bathe, he only needed to touch the basin and it would fill. The bed was wide and covered with pillows and comfortable blankets as well as a chest at the bottom with plenty of clothes. If he looked up at the windows he could see light pass through the stained glass, creating rainbows of color along the floor and allowing him to see the passage of time.

All of this to convince him that he wasn’t in the nicest prison cell ever.

Did they know this was going to drive him crazy? He was used to keeping himself going constantly, studying, researching, working on his sorcery pursuits. With no activity with which to occupy himself, he had no experiments to mess with, no magic to keep his mind going. He felt like he was going to stagnate if he didn’t do something with himself! And, lacking in better options, this left Mozenrath with nothing to do but think.

And he didn’t like what came to mind at all.

It was over. By now every sorcerer in the seven deserts was sure to have overheard what happened in Getzistan. If not from Haldifi himself, then by his gross little underling Dazwa. He was certain that those two wouldn’t leave out any details. And with the conference at the time, the rumor would spread like wildfire. Within days everyone would know, if not the full story than enough to utterly destroy his reputation as a feared necromancer in every respectable corner of his field.

Decades spent gaining power. Years of work and struggle are dedicated to every aspect of sorcery. How many sleepless nights had he spent in ritual? How much had he sacrificed to achieve his status? All gone. And for what? For one fleeting night of tangled pleasure under a streetrat! And now he was stuck. Mozenrath put his hand to the wall, feeling the energy under the surface, holding the boundaries of his room. Was it even worth it to try to escape? Those bastards were probably stripping the Citadel bare of every magical item and tome of note. Aladdin had his gauntlet and was unlikely to return it. On top of everything, he had no clue what they were planning to do with him.

Well, he had a few ideas.

Mozenrath cringed, not out of disgust so much as his inability to keep thoughts from running rampant through his mind. Thoughts of Aladdin holding him down, the scent of the man’s skin, the way those hands felt on his hips. If he could banish those, Jasmine took its place. Her soft yet commanding tone, her careful fingers, her absolute mean hand with the flogger. There were moments when he couldn’t pull away from it no matter how he tried. He hoped, desperately hoped, they had no idea what he was up to at night, when things got the better of him. When he started to feel lonely and hot inside. When the tension built up and something had to take away the stress. Mozenrath tried to convince himself that it was a necessity, that when they did eventually come to talk to him, he wouldn’t be too tempted.

He never did see a door. One day he was sitting at the table, flipping through a book when his undersenses felt the energy displace. He looked up and Jasmine was there. The two of them just stared at one another for a long and tense moment. Mozenrath didn’t know what to say or do. He looked down and saw she was holding a basket with a few things in it. Some new books, some of the food they had noticed he enjoyed, little things. A coldness swept over him that he couldn’t quite explain, and it made his lip curl. “Is that meant to be a pathetic attempt at an apology?”

“I suppose you’re owed one, but no, that's not what this is.” Jasmine set the basket down and approached, sitting on the other side of the table.

“Did he send you to talk to me?”

“No. I wanted to come. We haven’t spoken in some time.” She smiled a little bit. “Pity. I would have liked to be there for the first time.”

Mozenrath went pink, embarrassment mingling with memory as he thought of the thrusts that had driven deep into his body. “You know most wives would have the common sense to be furious about something like this.”

“If he had gone forward without telling me about it then yes, I would have been. If I hadn’t known, or if this had all been kept secret, maybe I would be. But it wasn’t. He was honest with me from the moment he got hold of you in the marketplace.” Jasmine put her hand down on the table patiently. “I suppose this all just went so fast and got a little out of control.”

“A little out of control?” He grit his teeth behind his lips and clenched his fists. “A little?” He stood up, practically shoving the table towards her. “Do you have any idea what this little game has cost me? Do you even give a damn?”

“Of course, we care, Moze! But it’s not that simple. You can’t pretend like you don’t have any blame in this.” She remained seated, poised and unintimidated as the man grew more frantic. “You’ve spent years proving how much of a threat you are to the seven deserts. Did you think that would never come back on you?”

“That's not the…!” He wanted to throttle something. He wanted to let his magic build and burn a hole in the wall or make a mamluck explode! Anything to make this fury bleed out of him. “I didn’t start this game! You two did!”

“We never made you come back. You chose to. We left the doors as wide open as we could make them so you always got to choose.” Jasmine kept her voice level, watching him pace the floor. He could be furious. He was entitled to it. But that wasn’t going to make this any easier. “And you kept walking back in. Why?”

Mozenrath didn’t know what to say back to that. He’d avoided asking himself that very same question over and over again. “You didn’t’ just leave the door open. You also set the table with a steak.”

“You’re not a tiger Moze.” She crossed her arms at him, that stubborn glint coming to her eyes. “We overdid things, I’m not going to act like we didn’t. But if you hated it then why did you go to see Aladdin? Why did you stay when we took off the cage? Why did you come back and submit to punishment when you knew, you had to know we did the next best thing to inviting you?”

“That's none of your business!” He snarled back at her, not wanting to explore the possibility. Another thought hit him like a brick. “Why did you want me to keep coming back? Why did you keep baiting me?”

“At first we weren’t. And then you came back again and we realized that this was keeping you out of trouble. And well…” Jasmine bit her lip. “It was fun. You seemed to be enjoying yourself and we were too. We should have talked to you about this after you stuck around. We wanted to but after you fell asleep we did too. We woke up and you were gone.” She explained, feeling as though this was long overdue. “We thought about sending you a message but we didn’t want you to feel like you were being forced into this. We wanted to give you room.”

“Well, you certainly gave me a room.” He gestured around to his cell. “Honestly, I should be flattered considering how much magical effort this took. Is your genie still passed out somewhere?”

“It took him almost the entire time you were sitting in a cell in Getzistan so yes, you could be a little nicer about it.” Jasmine tsked as she looked about, waiting to see if there was anything she’d forgotten.

“So is this meant to be where I spent the rest of my life?”

“That depends entirely upon you. We don’t’ want to keep you prisoner, Mozenrath. We never have. But you pushed it when you violated the treaty your guild has with Getzistan. This was the only way we could think of to keep your head off the chopping block.”

“I would have figured a way out.”

“Maybe. But you hadn’t. Should we have kept waiting until it was too late?”

Mozenrath didn’t have a good answer for that. “I want my gauntlet back.” He held out his hand, letting her see the bones gleaming in the multicolored lights. “I need it. It’s only been a week and I’m already feeling draining. Give it a while longer and you might as well have left me in that dungeon.”

“You’re not getting it back. That's final. But we’re not going to leave you without the connection.” She took a small box from the basket, opening it up. Inside was a small blue pendant that shimmered with energy. “Genie said this stone was spell grade. It holds enough to give you what you need for a day. No more, no less. We’ll let it refill regularly. But there won’t be enough for you to draw off of or utilize.”

Damn them to hell and back! They really had thought this through. Still, it was the closest he was going to get to magic for now. Mozenrath touched the stone and shuddered with relief. The source was familiar to him, though how they had managed to siphon off the gauntlet he had no idea. He held out his hand and Jasmine handed him the necklace, watching as he slipped it on over his head. “Is that all?”

She looked disappointed. “We’ll come to see you, often. I promise.” She reached out as if to touch him only for Mozenrath to recoil for her touch.

“You’ve taken away everything I value. My freedom, my power, the respect I suffered to earn.” His chest burned with a pain he wasn’t familiar with. His eyes had begun to sting and he wanted her gone before it overflowed. “Even if I ever got to leave this place there would be no getting it back. Thanks to you and your husband's games I am now the laughing stock of the entire sorcery community! I would have to slaughter half of them to even get a trace of their respect back!”

“You’re not giving us a very good reason to give you an opportunity,” Jasmine muttered and gulped when he turned his furious expression towards her.

“Get. OUT!” He roared. “I don’t care what you do but get out!”

The sultana didn’t say anything else. Mozenrath couldn’t bring himself to turn and watch as she left, feeling the energy displace and return to its original barrier. He didn’t know what to say or do anymore. Every time he took a breath his lungs felt hot. Tears threatened to start flowing but he retained them through sheer force of will. No. No, he had given them too many of his tears. No more. They’d be doing him a favor if he never laid eyes on either of them ever again.

At the same time, Jasmine’s question lingered in his brain. He managed to avoid it for a while, forcing himself to bathe and sleep, to do anything besides think. It wheedled in nonetheless, clinging to his body like cheap cologne.

Why had he kept coming back?

The most obvious answer came first. Because it felt good. Because they pushed him to the brink and even when he was denied it felt incredible to be there. For a while, that answer was good enough, yet inevitability he started to dig deeper. Why did he come back? Because no one had ever touched him like that before. Why didn’t he just go to a whorehouse? Because that was not what he wanted. Because it wouldn’t have been them. Why did it have to be them?

Because...because they were the closest thing to having someone who knew him.

“Gods what a sickening realization,” Mozenrath grumbled to himself, picking at the thick noodles drenched in a spicy curry sauce. He’d grown used to being alone. He’d spent most of his life that way save for the miserable interlude of being apprenticed to that bastard Destaine. Mamlucks hardly counted for company and while he could barely tolerate other sorcerers he certainly hadn’t taken the time to get to know any of them. Realistically, the closest thing he came to socialization was when he intentionally came out of the Citadel and started trouble with Agrabah. He’d never considered the possibility of things ending up like this. Who would?

Mozenrath pushed the meal away and threw himself into the bed. He buried his face in the pillows and stared at the wall. The sun was still out, and he could watch the rainbow patterns move for a while. The sun felt good on his back, helping him sink into the mattress and relax a little bit. He closed his eyes, thinking he might just take a nap for a while. Surely there was nothing else for him to do.

Without realizing it he slept through the afternoon and most of the night.

The next day when the food appeared he picked at it sparsely. He took one of the new books back to the bed but could not make himself focus on the words and ended up rereading the same page over and over again. He thought of getting up and bathing, giving himself a hot soak in the tub, yet somehow he just managed to stay in the bed. Sunlight poured in and warmed his body, and again he just fell asleep.

The next morning when he woke up, breakfast came with company. Aladdin was sitting there at the table, waiting for him patiently. Anger ranked down in his belly and Mozenrath glared at the man without moving. “Don’t you have somewhere more important to be, hero?”

“You haven't been eating.”

“And your point would be?” Mozenrath growled, making himself sit up and stare down at the food on the table. It turned his stomach. “What are you going to do about it, streetrat? Pop a cock cage back on me until I start behaving myself again?”

“No, Moze. I’m not gonna do anything like that. I promise.” He looked at the man with a face full of chagrin. “I got...rough with you. Too rough. I shouldn’t have…” Aladdin pulled back and sighed. “Come eat with me okay? We can talk.”

He debated causing a problem, but to what end beyond just being obstinate. They had given him plenty of time to himself between visits, which meant Aladdin wouldn’t have shown up without a purpose. He had to admit at least a little curiosity in that regard. He got up from the bed and sat as far away from Aladdin as he could. Not because he was afraid of the streetrat. Oh no. But he was terrified of what might poke through if he let himself get too close. He didn’t touch the food but contented himself to sip at the juice as Aladdin gave him a once over.

“Is the necklace working?” He asked.

Mozenrath fingered it carefully. He had toyed with it once or twice only to discover that these two really had done their homework. He couldn’t draw magic out from the stone not pull more power into it. The stone had no effect on the wards and try as he might the damned thing was unbreakable. It seemed the necklace’s only purpose was to filter the magic of his gauntlet to him so he could live. “It suffices.” That was the only comment he could offer.

Aladdin nodded, poking at his plate and generally moving things from one end to another. “Jasmine and I have been talking.”

“I assume you’d have to from time to time.”

The hero ignored the comment. “We’re going to let you go.”

Mozenrath dropped the fork and stared as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. His brain couldn’t form anything together for a good while, so long in fact that Aladdin stared at the man like he was worried he’d had a stroke. “You...w-what?”

“We never intended to keep you in this room permanently. At first, this was meant to be out of sight out of mind until things calmed down and we could give you something more open.” He promised Mozenrath as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “But we talked since then. About everything. About what you said to Jasmine. We decided...we don’t want to make you our prisoner, Mozenrath.” He tried to read Mozenrath’s expression but beyond that stunned gaze he couldn’t make out anything. “We’re still picking out a place where we can drop you, somewhere unknown. You won’t be getting your gauntlet back but the necklace will continue to give you what you need. As you said you’re not entirely powerless without it. We’ll make sure you have enough funds to make a new start and…”

“You’re just going to dump me somewhere?” His voice cracked and Mozenrath struggled to get it back under control.

“No! Moze it’s not like that.”

“How is it then?” The sorcerer asked, the burning in his chest growing by the second. “I’m too much of a problem for you to deal with? Too much of a threat. So you decided after all that trouble and all those big promises about ‘protecting’ me that it wasn’t worth it if I wasn’t going to stick my ass up in the air for you and be grateful?” The last word came out shrill and he covered his mouth. What was wrong with him? This was the perfect opportunity to escape and find a way to regain his power! Oh, it would be an uphill climb that was for sure but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d managed such a feat. So why was he sitting here arguing about it?

“Never! Mozenrath I-I swear it’s not like that. Not at all. We just...you’re not eating. You’re sleeping through half the day and most of the night. That's not a good sign.”

“Were you expecting me to be thrilled about spending the rest of my life as your pet?”

“You’re not a pet, Moze.”

“Well, then what the fuck am I!” He yelled, tears flowing hot and fresh from his eyes. “I don’t get to be anything else anymore, not according to you! What you think I’m just going to start a fresh trade somewhere? Maybe I’ll learn to whittle or something?” He grabbed for the bottle of juice and launched it at Aladdin with raw anger boiling over. Aladdin ducked swiftly but still managed to get papaya stains all over his clothing. “Gods you don’t even fucking know what you’ve done to me! The minute you set me out there I will be found, one way or another. And while you’ve so kindly decided to rob me of any means of defending myself, I might as well just sit on the front step of the nearest wizard's sanctum and wait for him to kill me!” From the way Aladdin’s lips twisted up sheepishly, it was clear that no, they hadn’t considered this possibility. “You’ve trapped me so well you don’t even realize it.” He started laughing, his chest hurting, struggling as if he couldn’t catch his breath.

“Mozenrath I’m sorry. We didn’t think…”

“No, you thought about how to best protect yourselves.” He shot back with a nasty inflection. “But then how could I blame you? I don’t suppose it would destroy your heroic reputation if anyone found out that you and your wife were fucking me back and forth like a plaything. Can’t imagine how that would look to your precious allies. Gods!” The sorcerer threw up his hands in sheer exasperation. “You really must be blessed by fate Aladdin, to have everything constantly turn out in your favor. So congratulations, streetrat. You to get to keep me.” He stood up from the table, taking several steps back. “Would you like to fuck me on the bed or will the table do well enough?”

Aladdin stared at him for a long time before letting out the breath he’d been holding. Mozenrath didn’t look at all like himself. The man was red-faced and bleary-eyed, his hair an unkempt mess and his hands shaking with frantic energy. His chest heaved with effort and he looked as if he might lose his ability to keep upright at any moment. Aladdin took the risk, knowing full well that the sorcerer might just grab a cutlery knife and stab him with it on impulse. It was a risk that needed to be taken. He crossed the distance between them as Moze stood there, shaking his head.

“No. No no no no no don’t...d-don’t you dare.” He whispered fear reflected in his eyes. He held up his hands only to feel Aladdin take on and pull the man closer, wrapping an arm around his back. Mozenrath couldn’t understand what was happening. He just kept whispering ‘don’t’ as if he knew what he wanted or needed at the moment. Yet when Aladdin tucked his head, he bowed, letting himself rest against the man’s chest. He shuddered at the way he was being held, closing his eyes and sinking in close. In a split second he went limp, Aladdin the only thing holding him up as he wept relentlessly, the emotional dam breaking helplessly.

“I’m sorry.” The hero muttered, threading the man's hair through his fingers. “I know this isn’t what either of us had in mind. We will figure out a way to make this work.”

“You can’t do this.” Mozenrath whimpered resentfully. “You don’t get to drag me into your bed and then just toss me aside when I become too inconvenient.”

“Never,” Aladdin promised, changing his strokes to the man’s back. “That's not what we intended at all. We just…” It dawned on him that whatever they had intended was long gone. They’d all made choices and now they had reached the point where consequences came into play. The two of them stood there until Mozenrath’s sobs turned into sniffles and he gently pushed himself away.

“You can go.” The man muttered without looking at him. “I’m sure you’re missing a council meeting or something along those lines.”

“Jasmine is filling in. They can afford to miss me for one day.” He promised and gestured to the table. “Eat with me. Just a little.”

Mozenrath shrugged as he was guided to the table, no longer having the will to resist anything. Aladdin sat next to him, pushing food at the man. He didn’t feel like eating, but he couldn’t take another fight either, so he picked until Aladdin seemed satisfied with his progress. The man then went over and touched the rim of the tub, letting it fill with warm, steaming water. “Come on.” The sorcerer stiffened, but the sultan shook his head. “No. Nothing like that. Just a bath.”

He said ‘nothing like that' but as Aladdin undressed him Moznerath couldn’t stop sucking his lips in and trembling. What was wrong with him? How could he feel so hungry for simple contact? If Aladdin noticed he said nothing, just finished undressing Moze and helping him into the tub. He took a sponge and soaped it up until it was frothy, then set about gently scrubbing the last two days off the man’s skin. Mozenrath swallowed hard, unable to keep from squirming at the light scratch as Aladdin helped improve his state of being. The man took a wooden pitcher and filled it with water, tucking a hand under the sorcerer’s chin.

“Tilt your head back.” He asked, and Moze obeyed. Nothing felt quite so sublime as hot water pouring over your head, and Mozenrath groaned audibly. Aladdin smiled. “Better?” Mozenrath didn’t answer. He just stared into those warm brown eyes. The hero didn’t ask again, just took the sponge and dipped it under the water, scrubbing down Mozenrath’s belly. He stopped as he reached the pelvis, turning his work away and down the thighs.

“You can.” The sorcerer whispered in a tightly controlled voice.

“You’re not in a good place for that.” He answered observantly. Again, Mozenrath did not respond. In fact, he didn’t say anything else for the rest of the bath. Aladdin helped him out and wrapped a towel around Moze, guiding him to the bed. Just as he got the man sitting down, Mozenrath twitched and looked up, seeing Jasmine come into the room. He swallowed, feeling as if he’d been caught doing something awful only to have her smile gently.

“You look like you’re doing a little better.” She said, observing the plate and the wet man. “Here…” she took the brush off the vanity and came over, wrapping a wet curl in her fingers. “Let me do this.”

“You don’t have to.” He said, but Jasmine had already settled in behind him, taking sections of his soft black curls and brushing through them. Mozenrath didn’t have the strength to resist. Besides, their touches and attention were helping soothe the raw tension that made his muscles ache. When she’d brushed out all the tangles with skilled hands, Jasmine began to braid his curls absently.

“I take it we’re going to have to change plans again.” The sultana asked primly.

“Yeah. We’ll talk about it later.” Aladdin promised her.

“Do I at least get a voice in the discussion this time or are all decisions going to be made without me?”

“Later,” Jasmine instructed, finishing off the braid and laying it on his shoulder. “For today I think it would be best to just relax.”

Mozenrath hesitated until he saw himself in the mirror. His eyes looked pink and puffy, and he was still a bit wet from the bath, but that wasn’t really where his focus went. He kept glancing at Aladdin and Jasmine, their worried expressions, and the way they kept trying to give him some reassurance just through their presence. He realized with a touch of chagrin that he did not want them to leave, but he had no idea how to say such a thing to them. He felt as if he was betraying himself if he even moved. Mozenrath closed his eyes so he did not have to look at his reflection. He tucked his skeletal hand back to his chest. Surely Jasmine wouldn’t want to let the bony fingers on her skin. He let his left slip and drop to Aladdin’s, his index finger touching the man carefully. The younger fellow responded, slipping a finger over the top of the sorcerer’s.

“One of us will be here. We may have to switch out, but one of us can be here until we decide what to do.” The man told him as if reading the necromancer’s mind.

One of us will be here. No one had ever said something like that to him. Moze had no idea how to respond save for a silent nod of acknowledgment. Jasmine tucked an arm around his chest and pulled him back, letting the man rest his head against her breasts. Unfortunately he was too emotionally exhausted to fully appreciate this beyond the very nicely cushioned support.

Chapter Text

They had to find a balance, that much Aladdin knew. He’d gone over their situation a hundred times in his head and twice as many discussing the possibilities with Jasmine. No matter how they looked at this a few things remained clear.

Mozenrath was their prisoner. To release the sorcerer would be to throw him to the wolves, not to mention the effect it would have on their reputation. This was unlikely to change anytime soon, which meant dealing with the repercussions.

Despite this fact, they could not continue to keep him in the sealed-off room. Leaving the man trapped and alone for days only served to bring about the melancholy he was already prone to. They had to find a way to keep him within the palace without completely imprisoning him.

Even with these considerations in mind, it was obvious that the sorcerer both resented them and needed them around. Aladdin and Jasmine had taken turns visiting him while they figured out how best to move forward, and they had noticed the conflicting moods in their prisoner. He snapped at them, baited them, occasionally went so far as to throw something when the mood struck. However, when the time came for them to leave he seemed to regret the behavior, pulling back and looking nigh desperate to keep their attention.

Aladdin was no fool. He knew good and well what Mozenrath was doing, even if the sorcerer wasn’t fully aware of it. He couldn’t exactly blame the man for being furious with the whole scenario but they were past that point now. Mozenrath needed to be allowed out of that room if they wanted him to stay healthy. That wasn’t a possibility unless they could get him under control, so to speak. Aladdin strongly suspected that he was intentionally provoking his captors as he had in the beginning, back when they had offered him a more playful set of punishments for his actions. Was the sorcerer looking for them to reapply that control? Did he need someone to give him stability given that his whole life had just been yanked out from under him? Entirely possible.

Would he resent such methods the moment they were applied? Most likely. Either way, something was going to give. Aladdin strongly felt that if he didn’t put his foot down now they would spend the next several months going back and forth between the sorcerer’s moods. It was with this in mind that Aladdin decided to take a chance.

There were tricks to the way the game was played. You had to be good at reading another person's moods and using that to your advantage. You had to respect their needs without always letting them get their way. Half of it was making your partner think they were being ‘forced’ to obey your command when in reality you were just giving them permission to indulge in what they wanted to do anyhow. ‘Push, but don’t shove.’ That was how Aladdin had explained it to Jasmine when they had decided to egg Mozenrath on. Now it looked like another push was needed.

Mozenrath felt the ward displace and resume, telling him that one of the two heroes had come to pay him another visit. He didn’t look up, choosing instead to bury his face into his book so he could pretend he hadn’t noticed. After his raw display of panic, Mozenrath was in no mood to embarrass himself again. He’d practically put himself on display, allowing Aladdin and Jasmine to see his fear in such an uncontrolled manner. Not to mention how he’d clung to them in the fallout like a needy pup after being removed from the teat. Still, when Aladdin came in and sat down at the table, Mozenrath couldn’t help but noticed that the sultan was watching him. He let it go for a while until his patience began to feel disturbed. “Well?”

Aladdin’s smile was cool and even as he slipped into a more dominant role the way most people would slip on a cloak. He crooked his fingers and gestured for the sorcerer to come over if he wanted to talk. The scowl he received wasn’t unexpected, but he let the enticement stand without comment until Mozenrath finally smacked the book shut. He crossed the distance between them and Aladdin had to fight not to laugh as Moze tried to resume the composure he was used to holding as a powerful sorcerer. Chin up, expression bored, hands on his hips. He stood above Aladdin, staring down at him on the pillows as if a height difference would somehow put him back in control. The hero didn’t rise to it. He just turned his attention to the spot next to him, letting the sorcerer know that this conversation would not continue until he sat down.

God but it was so cute when Moze tried to hide his expressions! The man was chewing the inside of his cheek, rankled to know that his captor was determined to set the pace to his own liking. He finally summoned what dignity remained and slid down onto the pillow, glaring as if to say ‘Now what?’

Okay, sullen and headstrong. He could work with that. Aladdin poured two glasses of wine, passing one to Mozenrath. “We’re going to move you tomorrow.” He started off keeping his tone very matter-of-fact. “It took some time but we decided that the old Solarium would be a good fit. It used to belong to Jasmine’s mother so there were some repairs to be made. Still, it has its own garden, plenty of room for you to set up how you like. It’s practically a guest cottage.”

“Does that makes you feel better? Thinking of me as your guest?” He shot back, the ire in his tone thick as tar.

Aladdin leaned back. “Would you rather we call you our ‘captive’? Because if the subject is up for discussion I much prefer ‘pet’.”

Mozenrath sat bolt upright, cup paused halfway to his lips. He set the glass back down, swallowing hard as he built himself up to begin a tirade.

Aladdin didn’t let it get that far. “There are a few things that you need to grasp before we can let you out. Understand me, Mozenrath. If you decide these rules aren’t worth your consideration there will be repercussions.”

“How...dare you…”

He continued as if Mozenrath hadn’t said anything. “You’ll find some of them familiar, maybe even comforting, but all of them are necessary for you to remain safe and in good health. First off we’re going back to eating and sleeping on a regular basis. If you let us know what foods you like I can make sure the cook is informed. The pendant should make it impossible for you to use any powerful magic now, but I’d hate for you to think I underestimate your intelligence. I expect you to keep your sorcery under control and within reasonable limits.”

“Don’t you speak to me like I’m some insolent child!” He snarled, standing up with thunder in his eyes. “I may be trapped here but if you’ve managed to convince yourself that all these wards and precautions make me less of a threat you’re more of a fool than I took you for.” Mozenrath touched the pendant, feeling the magic pulsing there. He’d been probing at it, disappointed to find the power much more resistant to manipulation than he had hoped. It would take time, but thankfully that was something he had in spades. “So go on, throw me your petty consolations. Give me whatever rules you think you can enforce. But don’t you for a moment believe…”

Aladdin didn’t let him finish. He took out an oaken box from his pocket and set it on the table, flicking the clasp and opening it.

Mozenrath stopped mid-rant. Sitting there on a velvet cushion was the cock-cage, shining as if brand new and practically waiting for him.

“You told me that you liked the way it held onto you. Even though it was humiliating, when it was no one's choice but your own, you put this on because it felt good to wear it.” His words were soft and full of understanding, not a note of mockery in them. “Is that because you enjoyed the denial? Because it gave you comfort to think that someone out there was invested in you?” Aladdin caught the man’s eyes and held them. “Maybe a little of both?”

“...that’s not fair…” He muttered under his breath, all the bluster knocked out of him in an instant.

“I’m past the point of being fair with you Moze. But I would like to be honest with one another.” He tapped his finger on the table as the sorcerer clenched his jaw. “Do you remember what I said before? That you need a collar to hold you back as much as you need the attention you’ve never been given?” Well, that only works if you accept them. I don’t expect this to be easy, but Jasmine and I are willing.”

It galled him that Aladdin understood what he needed so well as to put the onus on himself. Wearing the cage helped make this strange relationship they had jumped into so much simpler. It wasn’t just the sex, although if he were being truthful Mozenrath would have to admit just how badly he wanted to get railed into the mattress. Even the games and their sessions were just a method that helped relieve the tension and enforced their dynamic. Loathed as he was to realize it, Aladdin was right. He didn’t just need this. He wanted it. He wanted it to be them.

“I…” He started, then stopped, swallowing nervously. “I can’t just...you can’t possibly expect!” He stammered and scoffed, turning away and pacing as Aladdin continued to wait for his decision. Even now that damned streetrat remained in control of the situation, an even-handed application that relied solely upon Mozenrath’s willingness to participate. The sorcerer rubbed a hand over his face, covering his mouth as he turned back to stare at the chastity device for a long while. When he raised his eyes to Aladdin there was a dark edge of hunger mixed in with his resentment. “Are there any other rules?”

“The cage stays locked. Only Jasmine or myself will be able to take it off. You’ll have plenty of space to yourself but if you come across a servant or anyone else you will behave. You will remain on the palace grounds, come and go as you please. Only a few areas are off-limits but we’ll get to that later.” He had offered a push. Now it was Mozenrath’s prerogative to come the rest of the way.

“What? No rules about cumming?” He snorted, only half making a joke. The other half wondered if Aladdin would apply that particular demand again.

A slow smile crossed the hero’s face. “Do you want there to be?” He very nearly broke the role when Mozenrath whimpered softly, the shiver that went up to his body full of so much longing that Aladdin could taste it in the air.

The necromancer shook his head and threw his arms out in an exasperated gesture of acceptance. “Will you put it on me now?”

“Unless you plan on doing something with your cock tonight.” Aladdin got to his feet in one smooth motion, cupping the box in his palm as he approached. “Or did you think we had no idea what you got up to when we’re not here?” He admired just how quickly the paler man went red in the face before tucking a finger under his chin. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Moze. Although I may have to see if you remember what I taught you about cumming with the cage on.”

“Aladdin.” Mozenrath hissed out as warmth tingled across his chest. What had he gone and gotten himself into? Aladdin ran his fingers up the man’s cheek and back across his temples, tangling them in the dense black curls. Moze could hear his heartbeat in his ears as Aladdin’s lips caressed his own, pulling them closer. He didn’t bother playing at resistance this time, but instead, let his mouth fall open to take the kiss. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d missed this sensation until he’d gone without it for so long. The way the man teased his lips apart, the lightest graze of the tongue inviting more. The hand on the back of his head kept him in place, bringing out the dizzying feeling of being under another’s sway. When the kiss ended he looked up into the man’s dark brown eyes and whispered; “How do you do this to me?”

Aladdin rubbed down his back, moving his lips to the neck and delighting at the way Moze leaned into it. “Are you waiting for some magical answer? For me to confess that I used some enchantment or spell?” He scratched his teeth along the man’s shoulder, teasing a needy groan from the sorcerer. “Would that make it easier on you?”

Yes. But the truth was clear enough. Aladdin wouldn’t be capable of doing this if there wasn’t something inside Mozenrath that wanted it done. That didn’t keep him from gasping when Aladdin tucked his hands under the man’s ass, gripping it firmly. “Please…” He moaned, nuzzling his head into the man’s chest. Mozenrath began to tug at his belt, only to feel Aladdin’s hand stop him.

“Would you want me to make it that easy on you?” Aladdin teased, running a hand up and bunching the fabric. “I don’t think so.” He yanked Mozenrath around, tossing the man back onto the bed and watching him sprawl out, waiting for what might come next. “The last few weeks have been hard on you, I understand that now. So I think it will do you a lot of good to have a few things re-established between us.”

Mozenrath felt his heart skip a beat when Aladdin placed a hand around his throat, pressing the man down into the sheets. He spread his thighs, not daring to move in defiance of this new demand. Aladdin could have taken everything from him at that moment and the necromancer would have given it willingly. Touch me. Ruin me. Fuck me up. Anything! Just please don’t leave me here alone. When their lips touched again and he tried to put those thoughts into the kiss, willing the hero to know it.

“Turn over. Face to the pillows, and lift your pretty ass up.”

Oh, gods. Had the hero somehow heard him? Mozenrath obeyed with little more than a whimper, clutching the sheets and lifting his hips up as he waited for what came next. Yes. Maybe that would be best. A reclaiming of sorts so Aladdin would know where they stood with one another. It would ache after going so long without, but Moze was willing to endure. He held his breath as the calloused fingers tugged at his belt, slipping it out from his waist and dropping it to the floor. The soft scratch of his trousers being tugged off his hips made him shiver in need. “Aladdin…” he whispered only to feel a sharp clap of the hand against his exposed ass.

“Hush.” Was the command from behind. The hero smiled to see the cock growing stiff, bobbing up and down in anticipation. Aladdin tucked his fingers into the soft flesh, pressing his thumbs to the divide and parting the cheeks so he could see the pink star waiting there. “Heh, still tight and wanton aren’t you, Moze.” Another strike left a pink imprint on the man’s skin. “There’s so much desire inside of you just begging to be let go. So much need teasing you up until you’re a mess.” He laid the cock cage on the nightstand, making sure Mozenrath could see it as he waited for the inevitable. “And then you come to me and Jasmine to clean it up, make you feel whole and wanted. That much I understand. And we do want you Moze. Can you imagine we’d go to so much trouble if we didn’t?”

Mozenrath didn’t answer. He just pushed his face into the mattress, shaking his head as the tingling hunger traveled across his skin. Aladdin’s hands tucked between his thighs, fondling his prick gently. A low, breathy moan escaped as he felt the man’s strong fingers curl around the shaft, stroking up and down at a slow pace. One step at a time he was descending into that place where his brain turned off and his body was alive with sensation. Where nothing mattered beyond that sphere of action that would drive him into a tangled fray of submissive impulse. After everything that had gone down in the last few weeks, Mozenrath couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

“Do you remember how this goes?” Aladdin asked as he began to slide his fingers into a little tin of salve.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He shuddered. “Yes, sir.” He hated the cold, numbing sensation of the gel as it kneaded into his cock. It was like feeling a limb going to sleep and no amount of clenching or stretching would prevent it. Mozenrath grit his teeth and tried to bare it, groaning as the uncomfortable tingle went deeper by the second. “Ahh! AH! Please!”

“Patience,” Aladdin warned him, making sure to coat the shaft from tip to base. He waited until Mozenrath’s proud prick began to soften, admiring how the man’s pale thighs quivered at the discomfort pulsing in him before taking the cage in hand. “Don’t move.” They had made a few adjustments to the device before deciding to return it. For one, there were no locks, no keys. It would remain in place through enchantments unless Aladdin or Jasmine removed it personally. Aladdin had decided to keep the deterrent, knowing Mozenrath as he did there was no doubt that the sorcerer would attempt to fiddle with it at least a few times. A nasty shock would help keep him in line. But what was punishment without a reward?

Aladdin had brought something for that too.

There was a sense of relief as he felt the metal hug onto his shaft, pressing down with a click as Aladdin attached the ring around his balls and closed it. Mozenrath could feel the magic attuning to him, ensuring that it would not allow him any freedom from its hold. He knew this wasn’t something he should find so comforting, but he couldn’t help himself. He let out a sigh, hips rocking back and forth as he again grew used to the clutch against his pelvis.

“Better?”

“Yes, sir.” And he meant it too. This felt right. As if the presence confirmed to Mozenrath that Aladdin and Jasmine were again taking possession of him, putting the world back in order. A hand cupped his balls and Mozenrath leaned back into it, offering up himself for more.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Aladdin growled, giving a firm squeeze. “Good. I brought something else for you.”

Mozenrath squeaked as a cold, slick lubricant trickled over his hole. His eyes rolled back when Aladdin pressed a finger to him, swirling it around liberally. “H-haaa! Sir!” He corrected, swallowing hard as he remembered just how big the hero really was. “I know I shouldn’t ask...I know. Just...slow.” He looked back over his shoulder, eyes wide and perhaps a bit frightened. “Please go slow.”

Aladdin paused, blinking in confusion until it hit him. “Oh. OH! Oh, Moze no. No no-no.” He stroked his finger within, watching the aquiline face switch to pleasure. “Understand me when I say that I will never, ever bring you something meant to hurt. A little pain, a little ache when you crave it. But never with the intention of injuring you.” He kissed down the exposed back, scratching along Mozenrath’s side. “This is a gift. Treat it like one.”

The sorcerer didn’t know what to say to that. Then again he didn’t get much time to think it over. Aladdin’s digit withdrew, replaced by a strange new press to his entry. Mozenrath twitched, letting out a quizzical noise as something firm yet pliable was pushed up. He bit his lip, the too smooth shape expanding outward the more it demanded access to his body. “Ah! Aladdin!” A slap landed hard and he yelped. “Sir! It...fuck!” He panted, breath caught in his chest. “It’s...ouuuuh!”

“I missed the sounds you make.” Aladdin chuckled, refusing to relent. The conical-shaped toy was perhaps two inches at its widest, but it was perfect for retraining the sorcerer’s body among other things. He worked it in a little at a time, allowing the whorled hole to accommodate before continuing. The pink ring stretched, Mozenrath struggling not to move until the plug finally sunk in, the tapered shaft vanishing until the curved base lay against his taint. “Alright, up.”

Mozenrath hesitated, groaning as he shifted his position and lay on his hips. He reached back instinctively only for his hand to be slapped away. “What is this?” He asked only to find his answer as he sat on his rump. The pressure nudged the base and Mozenrath crooned as the tip moved inside, putting pressure against his prostate. His whole body trembled, and to make matters worse when Aladdin told him to stand the movement of his hips only seemed to encourage the plug’s machinations. Between the numb gilding of his cock and the stretch inside his ass Mozenrath felt his knees bend awkwardly while he tried to deal.

“Do you like it?”

“Not sure yet.” He grumbled back.

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to decide during our walk.”

Mozenrath straightened up immediately, staring at Aladdin like he could not possibly have said that. “The fuck we are.”

“Moze, sweet pet.” The hero grinned. “You just don’t seem to get what we’re trying to do here,” Aladdin warned him before revealing a device in his hand. It was no bigger than a river stone and looked to be made of the same material as the plug with a few nodules standing out from the otherwise smooth surface. Aladdin popped the first one so that it indented.

The plug instantly began to shake within him, jostling about rapidly as Mozenrath howled and went down on his knees. The vibrations traveled through him without pause, stimulating the nerve endings as Aladdin watch the poor thing struggle with the intensity of it. The sorcerer clawed at the rug, his gasps quickening with every passing second. It was too fast, too soon! He knew if this didn’t stop it would push him to rush over the edge till he spilled on the floor.

Aladdin clicked the indent, letting it pop back upon its release. The pulsing stopped, leaving Mozenrath grasping for what just happened. “It does other things too, but we can save those for later. For now, we’re going to take a walk. It’s your choice if you want to go out with this off, or on.” His thumb caressed the button, a sly grin on Aladdin’s lips just daring Mozenrath to provoke him again. One way or another the man needed to get out of this room and into some fresh air and sunlight. But Aladdin needed to know he had a suitable method of keeping their sorcerer under control. This was the perfect way to restart their games, though Aladdin doubted if Mozenrath had figured out just why.

The sorcerer got to his feet, giving Aladdin the worst glare. “Am I supposed to walk around naked as well?”

“Don’t tempt me. Get dressed, and come along.”

Mozenrath gulped and searched through his clothing for something suitable to wear. He hadn’t been seen in public for weeks now, and if he was going to be forced into making an appearance then he wanted to feel at least somewhat presentable. Aladdin didn’t rush him, allowing Moze to pick an outfit of dark blues and embroidered silver, brush his thick curls, and ready himself. None of this did anything for the fact that he could feel the plug twitch with every move of his hips. Mozenrath quickly learned he would have to make small steps in order to prevent it from nudging against his prostate with such insistence. Even then he could hardly ignore the press along with the chastity cage holding him snugly.

“You look beautiful.” Aladdin smiled with approval. “Don’t worry. Nobody knows what’s under your clothing but Jasmine and I. All you need to do is stay calm.”

~~~

Stay calm.

How? How exactly was he supposed to stay calm? Every step made the plug shift, rubbing through his tunnel, teasing his body with unceasing determination. The awareness of his cock had returned, the cage holding onto him tightly. If the presence of these two alone wasn’t enough to let him know just how much control Aladdin now had over him, the fact that he now walked awkwardly next to the man down the halls of the palace made it undeniable. Every time they passed a servant Mozenrath could see curiosity light up their faces where fear had once taken over.

They know.

By now word of his downfall had to have reached the general population. That was bad enough, but had anyone discovered just what had led up to it? Aladdin didn’t seem concerned, so maybe not. But it didn’t stop Mozenrath from thinking that these piddling servants must know his current condition somehow. What would happen if someone were to discover him like this? If they knew just how far this went? Gods forbid anyone discovered that he was walking these halls, practically in Aladdin’s thrall, struggling with the arousal tingling in his skin. He fought to hold his composure, let his face reveal nothing. There were eyes everywhere, looking for any sign of weakness or insufficiency.

“Sultan!”

Aladdin paused, turning to see who had called him. Mozenrath was the only one close enough to hear a tight, guttural groan under the hero’s breath. Before he could ask what was so upsetting Aladdin gave him a quick warning look.

“Behave.”

The man walking towards them was in his late forties and had the gait of someone who was once considered quite handsome. Age had softened that to some degree, but the gray in his temples and the square cut of his jaw remained enough to give him a presence, not to mention the classic way he dressed. He bowed just low enough that it was almost mocking before lifting himself to speak to Aladdin. Mozenrath caught the briefest cursory glance in his direction. “It’s good to see you about, your majesty. The council has been worried we would find you absent again.”

“Does my sultana not satisfy, Nasafar? I would hate for her to think you find her knowledge lacking.”

The man laughed nervously, raising his hands in a dismissive gesture. “No no. Not at all. The sultana is just as capable and wise as any woman could be. It is merely that after your...absence in Getzistan it has become clear that your majesties attentions are elsewhere at the moment. The rest of your counsel is eager to see you return to your throne.”

For once in his life, Mozenrath said nothing and read between the lines as the two spoke. So Aladdin’s extended stay in Getzistan had aroused interest. Following that up with the hours he spent looking in on his new charge, people were starting to wonder what could be worth so much of their ruler's efforts. This man must have spotted them coming and decided to poke around, the nosy wretch. Mozenrath straightened up, winced to feel a new press from within, and glared at Nasafar, willing the man to go away.

“I wasn’t aware that I had left it,” Aladdin told him pointedly. “Still, if you’re concerned I’ll keep that in mind during the next council session. I believe you had a few issues to bring to the floor?”

Nasafar’s smile was that of a man who knew he was being put back in his place. So he switched subjects, turning to regard Mozenrath. “And this finely dressed fellow? Will I be permitted an introduction?”

Mozenrath didn’t wait, brushing past Aladdin with the attitude of being far better than the people around him. “Lord Mozenrath of the Black Sands.” He began, not extending a hand or allowing his distaste to lessen.

“Ah, a pleasure I’m sure. I had heard rumors that we took charge of a guest after our good sultan's visit to Getzistan. How wonderful to finally meet you face to face.”

He despised the insincerity, not to mention the total lack of respect being flaunted in his face. “Is it? I haven’t any idea why it should be.” Mozenrath caught Aladdin’s frown directed at him but ignored it.

Nasafar’s smile didn’t waver. “Well, it’s not often we have a sorcerer here in the palace, especially not one who isn’t currently trying to blow something up. But then again old habits die hard I’m sure.” Before Mozenrath could retort the man continued onward. “I understand you’ll be with us for some time to come?”

“Lord Mozenrath is remaining here as a special guest to Agrabah. He is to be afforded the respect of a diplomat.” Aladdin told the man in his best sultan tone.

“And is he?” Nasafar raised an eyebrow doubtfully. “I was under the impression he was more like a political prisoner. Given how much of the Citadel’s abundant magical resourced Agrabah has taken possession of recently…”

Mozenrath snapped his head around, turning all his contained fury on Aladdin. And here he’d been so worried about Haldifi plundering his carefully curated laboratory! Everything that was important to him was somewhere in the palace, close enough to touch! “You didn’t tell me that, now did you, Sultan?”

“We will discuss this later.” Aladdin didn’t take his attention off Nasafar. “I wasn’t under the impression that you had any sorcery know-how, Councilor.”

“Me? Gracious no. No practice in the art what-so-ever.”

“Then how would Agrabah’s newly acquired assets be of any concern to you?”

“They were not, your majesty, to be sure, until this moment. When I learned that their original owner, an enemy of Agrabah, has also been...acquired.” He said, pointedly looking at Mozenrath with an appraising manner. “Perhaps it would be best to treat these assets in the same manner. Locked up and carefully guarded.”

“Alright then.” The sorcerer took another threatening step forward, lifting his bone hand and cracking the digits threateningly. “Why don’t you be the first to try?”

“Mozenrath.” Aladdin’s voice was calm as a cat in the sun, but with one word he covered the sound of a click.

He couldn’t cover the sudden gasp as the vibrations took hold within him. He just barely managed to keep from whimpering when the plug began to shake against his prostate, giving him a sudden flood of pleasure. He grit his teeth, holding them in to the best of his ability. He took a step back as Nasafar stared from one to the other in confusion.

“As you can see I have this situation well in hand, councilor. Thank you for your concerns.” He put every effort into making his tone a dismissal, and Nasafar got the point.

“Ah. Y-yes clearly.” The man swallowed nervously, revealing that he was more frightened of the sorcerer than he pretended to be. “I will leave you to it with every confidence in your control.” He bowed again, quickly bustling down the hall without a backward glance.

“Moze…”

“Don’t you dare!” He hissed out, trying to get ahold of himself. How could such a simple device make him feel like he was going to crumble at Aladdin's feet? “Fuck! Turn the damn thing off!”

“No, I don’t think so.” Aladdin came in close, pushing Mozenrath up against the wall. “You need a moment to come to terms.” He brushed his fingers against Mozenrath’s cheek, trying to calm him down. “Easy now, it’s not as bad as you think.”

“Fuck off you ouhhh!” He slapped a hand over his mouth, leaning back and panting as the tingling grew, his hole clenching down to intensify the sensation. Mozenrath jerked his head around, panic filling him as he remembered they were in public. At any moment someone could turn the corner and see him like this, squirming between the hero and the wall, his hole thrumming eagerly. “Someone is going to see!”

Aladdin pressed up to him, pinning the sorcerer firmly and keeping him in place. “Then I suggest you get yourself under control quickly.”

Mozenrath shook his head, trying to cover his mouth only to have Aladdin take his wrists and hold them above his head. He struggled, but there was nothing for it. Every second he stayed there under the hero’s touch his body craved it more. The sorcerer leaned back, a wild pulse moving through him with every twitch. He was so damned furious with Aladdin right now that it was utterly unfair how much he wanted the man to throw him down and ruin him! “Ah! Ahhh! N-no, please! Please I…” He looked around again. “I’m under control, okay? I’m fine!”

“If I turn it off will you conduct yourself calmly?”

He nodded quickly as the first spasm hit him, flowing up from his pelvis and pooling warmly in his belly. A low, needy groan announced itself from his lips as his thighs tightened and his cock valiantly attempted to twitch with its prison. Another click and the motion within stilled, leaving him breathless and sore. He kept his eyes on the ground, ashamed of just how quickly he had caved.

“Deep breaths.” Aladdin encouraged, loosening his grip on the man's wrists. “I know you’re angry. I understand how important your sorcery is to you. That's why we took the artifacts. We figured they were better off here than in some other wizards' clutches.”

“Does it even matter if I can’t do anything with them?” He pushed Aladdin off, righting himself with a stubborn mindset. “You keep doing this. You keep trapping me with every move and expecting me to be completely fine with it.”

“I don’t. Expect you to be fine with it at least. We want to try and help you acclimate here but I’m not going to hand over the very things you’ve used to attack cities and hurt people. Do you expect me to let you cause chaos just because you’re used to it?” Aladdin emphasized, his mouth tightening as he kept watch over Mozenrath. He tucked his hands under the disgruntled man’s chin, lifting it up. “This is a lot of adjusting all at once. You’re mad? Okay. You can be mad.”

“Thanks ever so much for your permission.” He snarled but didn’t try to get away from the touch.

Aladdin gave a fond chuckle. “It’s going to be okay. One day at a time.” He leaned in, touching their lips together for a moment, and caught the way Mozenrath arched up into it. He pulled back just enough to leave the sorcerer frustrated and wanting more.

Mozenrath glared at him, lips pursed in a far more spoiled look than he would ever admit to. “Are you going to turn that damned thing on every time I say something you don’t like?”

“No. But if I think you need a correction I won’t hesitate. You should keep that in mind, Moze. That plug can do a lot more than just jiggle.”

Mozenrath shuddered, unsure if he wanted to find out and positive he would eventually. He walked alongside Aladdin towards the royal suites, the area of the palace that was meant to be off-limits to all but the royal family and a few select servants. Aladdin took him through the rooms he shared with his wife, out through the back, and into their private gardens. As they turned the corner away from the fountains and blossoming flowers, Mozenrath caught sight of the Solarium.

The place had clearly been meant to be an escape from the rest of the palace. It was magnificent in its own way, somewhere between a greenhouse and a guest suite with fine details painstakingly carved into every piece of wood. The first floor was open with only a few room separators around giving the illusion of walls. A spiral staircase led up to a loft with a little more privacy coming from a half wall with curtains that could be drawn. Mozenrath could see some of the books from his collection had been brought here along with some furniture and drapery he recognized from the Citadel.

“We thought it might help you feel more at home,” Aladdin explained as the sorcerer looked around. “If there’s something you want or need just let me know and I’ll see it gets brought here. There’s copper plumbing, so in a couple of days, you’ll have your own bath. We didn’t want to set up too much. Thought you’d want to decide how you want things to look for yourself.”

Mozenrath didn’t respond, looking up at the green-tinted glass of the ceiling and the way it left colorful patterns on the tile floor. This place was meant to feel comfortable and safe, removed from the bustle of the palace. Yet it was close enough to the royal chambers that Aladdin and Jasmine would still be close to him. That little detail didn’t escape him, though he wasn’t sure what to make of it yet. He caught the way Aladdin was watching him, looking to see if he was content enough in this new environment. A sour retort caught on his tongue.

They were trying.

“It’s...nice.” He started, nodding hesitantly. “It is. Better than being stuck in that room anyhow. And you said I could go where I want?”

“Within palace grounds, yes. Don’t try to leave, Moze. Please. It won’t end well for anybody.”

“And what explanation are you going to give your councilors when they realize you’re just letting me wander around?”

“Let us worry about that for now. I promised I’d keep you under control. I never promised I’d stick you in a cell for the rest of your life.” Aladdin smiled at him warmly. He looked as if he wanted to say something more. Maybe touched the sorcerer and offer some small consolation, but he didn’t. He’d pushed things enough today given everything they’d been through. Better to let Moze breathe and get used to this change. “Take your time.” He said, taking a step back. “If you’d like Jasmine and I are going to have dinner in our rooms tonight. You’re welcome to come and join us.”

Mozenrath ignored him, wrapping his arms around himself once more until Aladdin finally left him alone. He felt as though he might start crying again. Every time he thought he was figuring out how to conduct himself in these new circumstances they threw something else at him! The new quarters irked him. In part because he knew he should be appreciative. And he hated being made to feel grateful. In another sense, he wondered if Aladdin realized how this looked? A special private suite, luxuriously decorated, right next to the Sultan’s apartments? Even if Aladdin was obtuse, Jasmine had to know well enough that only one kind of person received such treatment.

A concubine.

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Mozenrath stared into the full-length mirror, glaring at his reflection as if it was offering him insults. It was, in a way. He certainly didn’t recognize the man who looked back at him. Never in all his life had he imagined standing here in the middle of the palace of Agrabah, waiting to see what the day would bring. “What have I become?” He muttered, pushing the top so he wouldn’t be able to look at himself anymore. He cast his gaze about the Solarium turned apartments, wondering if it would even be worth it to venture outside today. The sun was blazing through the green-tinted windows, casting whirling patterns about the floor as the clouds swam overhead. The scent in the air was full of greenery and flowers and the casual mist of incense. He had a new pile of books to finish and a few spells to work on. He could easily spend all day here.

If he didn’t leave, then they couldn’t find an excuse to punish him.

On the other hand, if he didn’t leave, they couldn’t find a reason to punish him.

They had been clear to him about the rules, and thus far had been given no reason to disbelieve they would be enforced. He had almost forgotten how darkly satisfying it was to have the cock cage settled in on him, clutching down against his flesh and providing a constant reminder that he was owned. It shouldn’t be something that made him want to moan. But it did. Moreover, it made him want someone there to tease him about wanting to moan.

The necromancer was starting to feel like an animal being introduced to a new enclosure. Aladdin and Jasmine were giving him time to settle in and get used to this new phase of his life. Or at least that was what this felt like. Mozenrath paced the room, pressing his lips together and rustling his fingers through his hair. Did they realize he couldn’t possibly settle until things felt more certain? It had been three weeks since they’d moved him to these apartments and thus far neither the Sultan nor his Queen had...well…

Fucked me till my brain turns off.

He let out the breath he’d been holding. He couldn’t tell which was worse; being angry with them for getting him into this situation or being angry with them for not taking full advantage of it. Oh, they had delivered a little bit of castigation here and there! A quick click of the button and his whole body shook till he whimpered and apologized for misbehaving. A crossword from his lips and he knew Jasmine would land a hard crack against his ass just as quickly as Aladdin would. But it wasn’t enough.

The dreams had been getting worse. Half the time he took a diluted sleeping draught just to ensure he wouldn’t wake up sweating and writhing in the sheets. The other half he allowed to happen, letting the uncontrollable fantasy take him over and over and blaming it on the ache they had created in him. He had searched the Solarium for toys, anything to take the edge off, but it was almost as if they had intentionally taken anything satisfactory from the room.

If he didn’t know better he’d swear they were doing this on purpose!

The sorcerer sat down at his desk, trying to make himself focus on anything else. He was not going to play this game. He might be stuck here, but he’d be damned if he turned concubine and went crawling to them, begging for sex. If they wanted him, they could do the work.

If they wanted him.

What if they didn’t want him?

Mozenrath shoved the thought away and buried himself in the books. Reading was one of the few things he could always absorb himself in, letting the tomes seal off his awareness of what was going on around him. Despite how unpleasant it had been to be forced through tutelage in his early years, he did adore magic and the study of it gave him satisfaction. Even now, with his powers limited, he could at least find comfort in that. He managed well enough to correct the flaws in the writer's theories, marking the mistakes in red ink and making notes in the margins. It was a way to pass the time. However, he got so involved in it that he did not notice Jasmine had entered the room until she coughed. Mozenrath jerked his head up, blinking at her in confusion.

“I thought you might like to have lunch with me.” She gestured to the sitting area, the round table there full of good food. “Would you like that?”

For a moment he forgot to guard his features and a glimpse of longing shone through. He broke it off just as quickly. “You can leave it.”

Jasmine was not so easily put off. “I seem to remember one of the rules involved you eating on a regular basis. You only ate a little breakfast.”

“I don’t need to be told when to eat.” He looked back down to the books, not wanting to make eye contact. If he did, she would know. She had a knack for reading his moods.

“Moze.” Jasmine’s voice was full of gentleness, but she had no intention of letting him refuse. “I know this has been difficult on everyone...”

“Everyone?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

“Yes. Everyone.” She came over and touched the back of his neck. It did not miss her keen eyes that Mozenrath sighed, the hairs on his skin rising. Jasmine let her fingers trail down to his shoulders, caressing over his sensitive nape. She lingered, watching him sink into it before pulling her touch away. He whimpered, but she didn’t say anything. “We took on a considerable amount of political difficulty by saving you from Getzistan. Many people, including our allies, are not very happy about your presence here. It’s taken a while to pacify them.”

“You could have just told them the truth.” He retorted, still clinging to that tickling touch.

“That truth?”

“That I’m your prisoner. That my reputation is so sullied that I’d be putting myself at risk if I walked out of here.” His lips drew up into a scowl. “Or if you really wanted to seal the deal you could just let them see me like this.”

Jasmine made a face as if she smelled sour milk. “You really think we would do that? Allow you to be publicly humiliated just to prove a point?”

“You had no problem with it in Getzistan.”

“That was in no way intentional. And for what it’s worth we’ve done a little probing of our own.” She sat down on the desk and moved a curl from his face. “I thought you might like to know, our sources suggest that the magical community only knows that you have been captured and are being held. They don’t know the nature of it, or at least it’s only a rumor at this point but not widely believed.”

Mozenrath raised his head, gazing at her with surprise. “I find that difficult to swallow. Haldifi has no reason to keep it a secret it would only benefit him to let it slip.”

“Unless he’s holding into the information for his own reasons.” Jasmine surmised with a displeased quirk in her mouth. “We’ve been looking for him. Apparently, he’s taken a leave of absence from Getzistan for a while. We’ve already cleared the Citadel.” She said, raising a hand before Mozenrath could demand to know. “And we’ve left your mamlucks and most of your security measures in place in case we missed anything. Seemed safer than just letting anybody walk in.”

He slumped back down in the chair. “Well, I supposed I’m grateful for that much. But I don’t like the idea of that low-grade hedge magician snooping around. He wants something from this or he wouldn’t have bothered making threats in the first place.”

“Duly noted. We have no intention of letting this go, Mozenrath. But for now, you’re safe here. Now.” She put her hands together. “Come on. We’re going to eat.”

“Why are you doing this?” He stood up, taking immense pleasure in the fact that he was taller than her by a good foot and a half. “Why are you protecting me?”

“Why are we…” Jasmine’s jaw dropped and she let out a stunned guffaw. “Mozenrath do you not understand? Do you really not grasp why we would do this?”

“Because you feel guilty?” He shrugged, waving it away. “Because you want to keep me from destroying a kingdom or two? Because you like having a pet on a leash?”

The sultana bit her lips together and shook her head if as she truly could not believe he hadn’t figured things out yet. “One of those is true, I’ll give you that much. But even then you only got it half right.” Jasmine reached out, stroking his cheek carefully as if waiting for him to reject her touch. She felt her heart skip a beat when he didn’t. The sorcerer closed his eyes, shuddering into her palm. “But if that’s what you want, if that’s what you’re ready to accept, I can work within those limits.”

Mozenrath started to say something, but the words were tugged from him as Jasmine’s fingers clenched down on his hair. A hiss escaped, but as she guided him down to the floor he went obediently, a quick fluttering need caressing his chest. He went down to his knees and yet she continued to press until Mozenrath found himself on all fours. “What happened to eating?”

“Hush.” She commanded. “We will. But we need to get you dressed first.” She released her grip trusting Mozenrath not to rise up without her say so. It was the proof she needed to know that he was ready to learn new games. Jasmine walked over to the wardrobe, moving the clothing aside and pressing the back panel firmly. There was a click, and it slid to the side.

Mozenrath huffed. He knew they had to be hiding something in here but it had never occurred to him that it had been so well covered! He watched as she took what appeared to be long tubes made from strong fabric and buckles out of the hidden cupboard, his brow darkening as she brought them over. “What are these?”

“I believe I told you to hush,” Jasmine spoke again, her voice turning husky. “We’re doing exactly what you wanted to do, Moze. Only we’re doing it my way. And if you want these games to continue, you’re going to do exactly as I say.”

How dare she leave it up to him! It had been so much easier when they would catch him and torment him, leaving him little choice in the matter. Now she was offering an opportunity, and all he had to do was accept it. Mozenrath watched as Jasmine knelt and picked up one of the strange articles of clothing. She held out a hand to him, waiting for him to make the decision. He stiffened, feeling that sweet urge boil up in his belly, pleading with him to just give in. Hadn’t he spent the whole morning bemoaning the lack of attention he’d gotten as of late? Now here it was and he was hesitating!

Jasmine could not resist a satisfied hum as he extended an arm to her. “Good pet.” she praised sweetly, pressing the cloth to his skin. It was strong, and supple, the lining of pretty blue silk in her signature color. As his arm slid through she took hold of a gold rope and tugged it experimentally, nodding as the fabric tightened about his limb. Mozenrath made a noise of protest but said nothing, allowing her to draw it all the way up to his bicep. “There. A perfect fit I think.” She pulled the lacing again until she was sure it was firm and tied it off. “Now then, bend your elbow till your first touches your shoulder.”

He frowned, doing as he was told slowly. It was only when Jasmine began to thread the buckles around and through the tabs that it occurred to him what she was doing. “Really?” He whispered under his breath only to feel Jasmine jerk the belt tight.

“One more word and I’ll have to administer discipline before we can have fun.” She warned, putting the second belt on and making sure everything was properly adjusted before starting on his other arm. “You know, I have a special place in my heart for outfits.” She began, keeping one eye on Mozenrath’s reactions to this. “We haven’t gotten to play together very much, not just the two of us anyhow. And since you’re going to be here for some time, I see no reason why you shouldn’t learn what makes me happy just as much as Aladdin.”

Mozenrath gasped when she cinched the next one shut, trying to squirm into comfort as he heard the fabric creak. There were pads on the elbow, which could only mean he was meant to crawl about using these, a fact which filled him with aggravating excitement. The restraints helped him sink away from all the troubles and worries that had plagued his mind. Even when Jasmine pushed him forward, forcing him to balance on his elbows as she began to bind his legs, he groaned with anticipation. Why this? Why did this have to be the thing that made him content?

Jasmine huffed as she got the last of the buckles done up. She stood, taking a few steps back to get a good look at him, and smiled warmly. “You wanted to be a pet, didn’t you?” The sultana ran her fingers down his back, watching how his body arched into her touch. “I think it fits you just fine. In fact, I think this may very well be what you need right now.”

Yes. Yes, please. The necromancer shivered, squirming back and forth on his elbows and knees as he tried to get used to this dejecting position.

“But wait. I think I’m forgetting something.” Jasmine walked over to the cabinet, pulling out a shiny black plug. Attached to it was a glossy tail that swayed with her footsteps. She showed it to Mozenrath as she added oil to the round toy, letting him think about what was coming. She twisted it in the light, letting it glisten wetly. “Where do you think this needs to go, pet?”

His lashes fluttered. “I-inside me.” He offered breathlessly.

“You know I think you might be right.” She walked around to his back, nudging his thighs with her foot. “Spread your legs for me.” Jasmine had to hold back a laugh as the poor think awkwardly tried to do so without sliding. “More.” She commanded, putting one hand on his back. “Put your head and chest to the floor. It will help you balance.”

Mozenrath growled but did as she instructed, sighing with relief as he realized that did indeed help. There was a trickle of warm oil against his ass. Jasmine’s hand took hold of a cheek, slowly parting them to reveal his pink hole for her.

“Hmm. No wonder Aladdin enjoyed you so much.” She teased, watching the glistening liquid drip over him. “You look tight. Tell me, Moze.” She began to work the edge of the plug up against the entry, mindful that it had been a while since he had been stretched. She chuckled as he clenched, but it did not deter her from her goal. “When my husband was fucking you…”

“Oh, gods!” He yelled as the tip began to push inside, the memory of Aladdin’s cock moving inside him all too clear.

Jasmine raised a hand and brought it down across his ass. “Focus, pet. I’m asking you a question. When my husband was fucking you, did it make you feel wanted?”

He whimpered, pressing his face back to the floor and letting the squeeze move through his muscles. “Yes.” He breathed out, the stretch growing wider.

“He told me everything, you know. He described it to me in beautiful detail. And I was jealous. Not because you fucked, of course.” Jasmine enunciated as she moved the toy deeper into him. “But because I would have loved to be there. To share that moment with both of you. But not to worry.” She pressed the end of the toy and heard a wet, squelching noise as it sunk into the hilt. “I plan to make up for it.”

Mozenrath couldn’t resist squeezing around the toy just to feel it nudge his insides. There was a grounding realization that came with it holding firm in him. A sensation that helped anchor him to the moment without overthinking about what might come next. He felt Jasmine pressing the end quite firmly, and a split second later he realize why. “H-ha-aaaah!” His voice pitched, eyes widening as he felt the toy begin to grow inside of him. “AH! W-wait! AH!”

Jasmine laughed. “Now now. I want to make sure it won’t come out.” She held her fingers a moment longer until she felt it had swollen big enough to stay put. It delighted her to see Mozenrath trembling, trying to make sense of this new thing being done to him. She toyed with one of his curls, winding it around her finger as she waited for him to settle into this confinement. Jasmine patted his back until he managed to turn his moans from a loud complaint into a soft tremor. “There now. Come on. It’s lunchtime.”

To his horror, he saw Jasmine walk across the room to the table, lounging back on one of the big pillows. She took a sip of wine, snapped her fingers, and gestured for him to come over to her. He shook his head, unsure of how to organize his limbs in this restraint.

“Pet, you can come over here now, or I can provide you with motivation.”

He pressed his head down again, a fresh whine pulling from his throat as he tried to move forward. The moment his hips shifted, the plug followed, pressing up inside his tunnel. A loud cry peeled forth and he stumbled, landing hard on the carpet.

“Sweet thing.” Jasmine pouted but did not offer to help. “Try again.”

Mozenrath huffed angrily, trying to figure things out and get himself righted once more. It took a good minute or two, especially with the toy pressing against his need, teasing him from the inside out. But he did make it back up, panting from the effort. He could feel her eyes on his body as she sat there, drinking cool fruit juice and waiting on him. He took another step, more carefully this time, and managed to stay on all fours. Another step, then another, a warbling moan coming up as his hips shifted. He could feel his cock sway back and forth, knocking the inside of his thighs. The tail swished along the back, grazing him with a delicious tickling sensation as he crawled to her.

Jasmine leaned back until he finally managed to get over there, the poor thing panting as he finally touched his head to her palm. “Good pet. Here.” She lifted his chin and offered him some of the cold juice, letting him drink his fill. “How does it feel?”

He swallowed hard, looking away from her face, unable to bare that smug grin. “Humiliating.”

“Is that why your cock is straining against its cage?” Mozenrath lowered his head, but she tugged him back up. “Answer me.” Her voice never rose. Like Aladdin, she didn’t sound angry with him. But she didn’t need to. The moment he gave her his arm, he was agreeing to the game, submitting to the experience. Why would she ever need to yell at him?

“Yes.” He admitted, his whole body alight when she kissed his lips and pressed her tongue to his.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” Jasmine asked, putting a finger to his lips to emphasize the tale. “That suit wasn’t originally made for you.” She laughed at his shocked expression, dark eyes wide and full of disbelief. “Why do you think it was made in my colors, silly pet? Or did you think you were our very first experimentation in these games?” Jasmine let the new information sink in for a few minutes as she took a grape and fed it to him. “Aladdin and I have been playing with one another almost since we got married. Sometimes I’m the one on my knees. Sometimes he is. It doesn’t make either of us lesser, you know.”

Oh! Ohhhhh.

Jasmine could see him mulling it over. “I’m sure he’s told you, but there have been rumors of him cheating on me since long before we got married. Stories about me keeping a streetrat harem. Long-winded tales of him or me sneaking off to a brothel.” She rolled her eyes. “I swear, they never come up with anything original.”

Mozenrath took another grape from her mouth and decided to take the risk. “And you think my situation is the same?”

“I think it’s close enough to draw a comparison. You are a subject of scrutiny as much as we are. People are always going to make up stories about you. Is that any reason to stop letting yourself do what makes you happy?” She smacked his cheek firmly, Mozenrath gasping from the pain. “And that is for speaking without permission. Now eat and listen.” She put a bit of hummus on some bread and offered it to him. “Let them talk. Let them blabber on. They’ll keep it going for a few months and then move on to some new rumor or drama. But every day you wall yourself off in this Solarium is another day you lend credence to their ideas.”

He mulled it over quietly, not able to give the thought his full focus with his own arousal demanding to be acknowledged. Jasmine smiled and stroked his hair, giving him a scratch with the tips of her nails as he shuddered in delight.

“Hmm. I really do like you like this. It suits you.” She moved a hand down over his shoulders, making her way to his chest. As her fingers began to roll against his rosy nipple she pinched just hard enough to make him wince. “There is a release in submission, just as there is power in domination. A few hours spent in a space where no worries exist, and no anxiety crawls up into your brain. All the responsibilities and demands of the world just fade into the distance and for a little while you get to be utterly yourself.”

He chewed on the next bit of food for a long while before licking her palm, trying to ask permission to say something.

Jasmine laughed at the tickle and nodded. “Alright. Go ahead.”

“Is this what you think I am?” He begged quietly, not sure if any answer would lessen his need for this. “Is this all you want me to be?”

“This is what I think a part of you is. And you get to choose how big of a part that is. Who knows.” She kissed his brow. “Maybe one day, if you’re very well behaved, you might get to see myself or Aladdin bound up and at your mercy,” Jasmine promised with a lick on his cheek. “But you’ll have to work very hard to get to that point.”

He couldn’t even imagine it truth be told! For them to trust him enough to allow such liberties, such control? Mozenrath was almost relieved when Jasmine tugged on his hair, bringing him back to the scene.

“You’re overthinking. We need to do something about that.” She took a piece of fruit and dangled it above his head. “Come on now, pet. Beg.”

The look he gave her was wreathed in fury! But it would do no good. Jasmine would have her way with him no matter his resistance. Mozenrath tried to coordinate his movements. He managed to sit back on his haunches, using a pillow for a little support as he slowly tried to lift up for her. He managed halfway, then flopped back to the carpet, Jasmine giggling in delight above him. The poor sorcerer’s face was warm as he tried again, but he couldn’t quite get himself all the way up. Jasmine took pity on him, putting her hand against his chest so he could sit up as she had commanded.

“There.” She dipped the strawberry to his lips. “Gently now. Good pet.”

Mozenrath chewed silently, letting the praise wash over him. Good pet. It made him shiver from his core out. He gave the woman a soft glance, silently begging for more even as a small part of him resented it. Her perfectly manicured nails scratched down his chest, leaving little pink marks in their wake as he moaned for it.

“I want you to let go.” The sultana cajoled in her silkiest voice. “Let yourself put everything else away for a little while. At this moment, whenever you feel this urge rise up in your body, you don’t need to worry about being Mozenrath.” She assured him, caressing his cheek with her palm and moving it down across his throat. She worked her way to the back of his neck, stroking her nails along his skin and tangling his hair as if she were petting him. Jasmine watches the man lower his head to her, eyes closed as he drowsily accepted the touches. She plucked a grape from the table and offered it to him, making the man lift his head to beg once more. Mozenrath crunched down through the grape, sweet juice flowing into his mouth as he licked his lips. “Such a hungry pet.” She teased and stood, moving a few of the bowls to take a seat on the edge of the table. “If you promise to behave yourself, I’ll let you have a special treat.”

Mozenrath went from pink to red as Jasmine spread her thighs, pulling her skirts up just enough that he could see the mound between them. His heart beat faster as she took hold of the leash, tugging him towards her body. Was she...did she want him to? He looked up at her dark brown eyes and whimpered, unsure of how to proceed. But she did not relent. He stumbled toward her on his elbows and knees till a thigh rested on either cheek and the glistening slit of her body was within reach of his lips.

“Are you frightened, sweet pet?” She asked, her voice turning dusky and warm. “That's almost cute. But I want to see what that lovely mouth of yours can accomplish with a little encouragement.” Jasmine gave the leash another tug before taking hold of the man by his hair. “Or is it more that you need instructions to continue?” Her answer was a concerned whimper, and Jasmine took pity on the man. Had he never been with a woman till now? Perhaps he had a general preference for men. That made his arousal from her attention all the more flattering. “It’s alright. Slide your tongue out. All the way. There now.” Jasmine cooed as he obeyed. “Now you’re to take that wet tongue and slide it up and down against my pussy. Go slow. No need to rush.”

Mozenrath felt so warm he thought he might spontaneously catch fire. Jasmine pressed his head to her mound and he fluttered as the soft, tender press against his mouth. She steadied her grip, guiding him up and down in long, slow strokes as she instructed his movements. As his pink tongue caressed the plush outer flesh, Jasmine gasped, and he got a tingle of pride to know it felt good. The silky fabric of her skirts landed about his shoulders, enveloping him in this new duty he had been given. Mozenrath groaned as he continued to move at her pace, rocking back and forth to lap at her cunt.

“Hmm. Just like that.” Jasmine let out a soft sigh as his tongue began to part her body, moving in towards the ruffled folds. If Mozenrath found his relief in submission and Aladdin in domination, Jasmine found the best way to relax was to follow the mood as it came. She had held the ropes tight as Aladdin bowed to her and kissed her heels, worshiping her as she commanded. She had presented herself to him like a cat in heat, panting and eager to provide him with her body as he tugged her leash. Both made her happy. Both brought satisfaction in their own way. But for now, she was thrilled to watch Mozenrath devote himself to her pleasure as he rocked back and forth. She laughed as the gliding tongue began to tickle and propped a leg up on the table to give him more access. “Beautiful.” She groaned, her chest rising as he worked his way up to her clit. When he first pressed his mouth to it Jasmine squeaked, tugging the leash tight enough to make the poor thing gasp. “Ah! N-no. You’re doing so well pet.” She promised, digging her nails into his hair. “Don’t stop. Press your mouth here.”

Mozenrath did as he was told and felt the firm bud in his lips. He sucked on it almost without thinking, and his reward was a heavy shudder and loud moan from his mistress. He could taste her, the wetness of her folds letting him know her scent, her need. The man trembled at the thought that he could give her pleasure even in this position. Did she know how gratifying this felt? He pressed his lips down firm once more, licking at the clit with clear affection as Jasmine’s thighs quivered about his head. He could hear her moans through the skirts, and with each rock of his body, he lapped at her ardently, determined to provide what she demanded.

“AH!” Jasmine groaned, moving her hips up against his mouth as she took her pleasure from him. Her nipples grew hard under her cloth and she clasped a breast, teasing it with her thumb. “Such a clever little pet. I hope you always learn so fast.” The movement of his mouth against her was delicious, and she had no intention of letting it go to waste. Jasmine crooned aloud, biting her lip to see his ass practically wag with delight. “Sweet, silly pet. Oh, Moze.” Her voice lowered as he clutched her pearl between his lips once more, playing with it delicately. “Oh, Moze!”

Hearing his name from her at a moment like this only spurred the man onward! He opened his mouth wide, sliding as much of his tongue against her body as possible in long, firm strokes. He hadn’t even realized he was rolling his body along with her own, trying to match her pace. The sorcerer clasped onto the pillowy cushion of her cunt, his voice calling out as he tasted her wetness in his throat. Jasmine abandoned the leash, both hands digging into his hair as she undulated towards this affection. He knew she was talking, but not a word of it reached him with her thighs against his ears. Mozenrath sunk into it, eyes rolling back as he felt her squeeze tight enough to trap him there. One could practically see the little hearts in his eyes as Jasmine cried out, cumming in his mouth as if that was the sole reason he had a mouth in the first place.

Jasmine let herself hold onto the orgasm for as long as it lasted. Moreover, she held Mozenrath firmly in place, watching to see if he would resist or try to back away. She bit her lip, feeling him shake as he worked to please her and lifted her skirts to peer down at him. She stroked away a messy curl and laughed as Mozenrath shuddered. “What...oh my.” Jasmine parted her thighs and had to fight laughter as Mozenrath took a gulping breath. “What a talented pet you are.” She promised him, brushing the panting man’s hair back as she knelt down and comforted him. The poor thing was soaked, her wetness trailing from his lips to his chin as he shook on all fours. “I needed that, my pretty Moze. And I think you deserve a reward for such dedication.”

“M-mistress?” he whimpered, looking up at her hungrily. He’d gotten so focused on her pleasure that he had been able to ignore the throbbing in his body. But it was coming back now, determined to remind him of what he was being denied.

“It must ache, having your lovely cock imprisoned this way.” Jasmine teased as she moved right back into her dominant role. Mozenrath's whine excited her as he nodded, giving her every reason to keep the man in his place. “Oh, poor thing. But it’s for the best.” She stood, walking around behind him to palm the glistening cage around his prick. Mozenrath howled, burying his face in the pillows as he was effortlessly manipulated from behind. “Aladdin told me that you wore this of your own accord for a while. That it felt wrong to take it off without permission.” She heard a muffled sob from the pillows and grinned wickedly. “As it’s proven to keep you well in hand, I don’t see any reason to remove it. But don’t worry.” She smacked his ass hard before letting go of the cage once more. “There are plenty of ways to reward you for good behavior.”

Mozenrath’s next breath staggered its way out of his body, his thighs shaking as he wordlessly pleaded. His body clenched, making the plug twitch from within and driving him forward into desperation. He could hear Jasmine walking around the room, but as he turned to see where she had gone he could not make out what she was doing.

“You’ve tried, haven’t you.” She tsked, putting something together as she wrapped a leather belt around her waist. “Sneaky thing. Do your clever fingers give you what you really need?” Jasmine looked over her shoulder, expecting an answer. Mozenrath only groaned and pushed his head back into the pillows. “Tch tch tch. See what happens when you let yourself get all worked up? The stubbornness is endearing, Moze. But you’ll only exhaust yourself if you keep it up.” She walked over with a bottle of oil in her hand. She opened his cheeks, gently tucking her fingers against the end of the plug and working it out.

“FUCK!” Mozenrath cried out, the stretch against his ring threatening to undo him. He had just started to get used to that thing in his body and now she was forcing him to stretch again! “AH! J-Jasmine!” What he got in response was a hard slap against his thigh, a reminder to behave himself. “Mistress!” He corrected immediately, his hole resisting. “Please, please gentle!”

“Hush.” She commanded. “Relax your body for me. Deep breath, now let it out.” She added a little more oil to ease the removal, growling with satisfaction as the inflated plug finally popped free. “There. Now was that worth such a fuss?” His response was a cracked sob as the necromancer quivered, thighs shaking from the activity. “And look what I have in exchange.” She pressed her thumbs to his cheeks, parting them to admire the pink entry gaping for her. Jasmine chuckled under her breath and reached down, holding a thick, ridged toy that was set in place with a harness made for her. “A pretty hole to play with. Aren’t you a generous pet.”

Mozenrath stopped breathing as he felt the toy slide up between his cheeks, giving him a moment to get the full measure of it. He was face down on the pillows, ass propped up high like an offering to Jasmine! Even if he wasn’t to resist, which he didn’t, there would be no escape while bound like this. He moaned in a low, vibrant tone as he felt the head push to his entry, teasing the outside. “Jasmine… mistress.” He pleaded breathlessly. “Gentle. Please be gentle.”

She handled the toy, letting it prod at the ring for a while. “Is that what you want?”

He nodded, swallowing hard.

“Then what do you think you ought to say to me, pet?”

His mind whirled, but the answer was all too clear. It rankled his pride no matter how badly he wanted it. It burned in his chest to say it, and yet he did not hesitate. “Please.” Mozenrath began softly. “Please be gentle with...with your p-pet, mistress.” He looked back over his shoulder at her, waiting for her answer.

Jasmine felt her heart beat faster. How many times had she witnessed Mozenrath’s fury, been on the receiving end of his magical outbursts and conquest attempts? When this little game had begun she had never thought she would be looking at the dear man with his pupils dilated, her mouth open as he begged for her attention. She groaned, working the hole for a moment longer before she reached down and took him by the collar. “No.”

He didn’t get a chance to object. His mouth opened wide, no sound making its escape as the heavy cock demanded entry. Jasmine was slow but steady, and as the slick oil made his flesh yield easily, Mozenrath felt every single inch of the cock as it pushed into him. Jasmine’s sigh of happiness was in his ears as she continued to press until her hips were against his ass, the entire cock as deep as it could go. He did not dare move! Not when it felt this full, not when his whole tunnel clung to her penetration. A crackled sob broke through as he shuddered around the cock, trying to get used to this grip once more.

The sultana could pretend to be mean, but behind the playful cruelty were watchful eyes. Jasmine took him in, paying careful attention to the man’s body and reactions, giving him just enough time to acclimate before she pushed onward. She held firm once the toy was nestled deep until she could tell her pet had begun to settle. Then, she took hold of the man’s hips. “Deep breath.”

The sorcerer’s cry echoed off the walls as the friction drug through him, the cock pulling its way from his body in one long, slow motion. Mozenrath trembled helplessly when the pop resounded in his ears, leaving him gaping for her amusement. As bracing as it was to take the whole cock in one go, it was unbearable to feel this empty after! “Please!” He gasped again, wriggling his ass for her. “Please, mistress. Please!”

“He told me how pretty you are when you beg.” Jasmine hummed in her throat. “Show me.”

He sniffled, letting go of his pride without care. “Please. Please fuck your pet.” He begged, gazing back at her. It had been too long since he’d let himself indulge. Far too long since he’d allowed his mind to go blank and the captivating heat take the place of thought. “Mistress, please. I…” He gulped down the last bit of hesitation, spreading his legs wider. “I need it.”

Jasmine made a satisfied little noise, letting the toy glide up against the waiting hole once more. “Good pet.” She promised him, thrusting back in just to watch his eyes fly open. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.”

If he had been able to claw at the carpet it might have been easier. But he could not. He felt the first hard thrust knock deep into his body before retracting, each ridge teasing his nerves with salacious promise. It had been too long, and this was sure to leave him sore afterward. Mozenrath didn’t care. He drank deep and let the heat overwhelm him. His body needed this force, needed every thrust to knock the sense out of him till he couldn’t do anything but feel. His mind needed a steady hand, a dominating presence to keep him under control.

And maybe, maybe some part of him needed the praise and attention being offered by the royal couple.

Jasmine’s prick might not be given by nature, but there was no denying she was just as skilled as her husband! She worked him open, watching the hole expand and contract around her motions, adding oil when needed to keep him from growing raw. She withdrew slowly, letting the muscles experience every little tug from within. Then as her pet began to feel as if he could breathe again, she took him to the fullest, driving the man into the pillows. “You like this, don’t you?”

“YES!” He howled, every other sound a bleat of pleasure cracking through his lips. “Yes, mistress!” He was close! He was so damned close and they had barely begun! Mozenrath let the sounds burst forth as his own cock protested, throbbing unbearably in the cage as it leaked onto the carpeting. He tried to remember what Aladdin had told him. Breath. Don’t clench. Try to relax and let it happen as it would. But Jasmine wasn’t giving him time! As his body accepted the steady pace of her thrusts, she tugged at his leash, taking him at a faster clip. Mozenrath arched, his body utterly in her possession. “Mistress! Mistress, please let me cum! Please let your pet cum!”

The sultana’s heart fluttered as she smiled down at him. She wished he could see himself right now. No more pretense, no more stubborn pride. Just a beautiful pet reveling in their own submission. But Jasmine had not come here without a plan. She and Aladdin were in agreement that Mozenrath did best with a firm hand, a collar that he could rely on to hold him tight. Jasmine steadied herself, knowing it would do no good to make this retraining too easy on him. “Cum?” Jasmine laughed, shaking her head at the poor creature as though he were foolish to ask. “Sweet pet. What makes you think you’ve earned such a privilege?”

His whimper broke into a full sob, tears coming as he bathed in the pleasure she offered. “No! No no no no no! Please!” Mozenrath rubbed his head into the pillow, sniffling as another wave of need washed over his body, threatening to make him break. “Mistress! Please let me cum. Please let your pet cum! I’ll behave. I swear!”

Jasmine growled, changing her angle and pumping into him hard enough to hear the connection slap. The thrust knocked the breath right out of the man, leaving him with only a gurgle to answer her with. “What did I just say?”

The sorcerer knew it would do no good to argue with her. And in truth, he knew he didn’t want to. She gave his leash another tug, using it like reigns to pull him back to her. Aladdin was right. He’d been right all along. Mozenrath needed the collar. He was past the point of being able to deny it. Past the point of wanting to. Even as his head swam with pleasure till he could drown in it, he wanted more than anything for them to say he had earned an orgasm. “I...I’m s-sorry.” He pleaded. “I’m so sorry.”

Jasmine soothed him, petting down his back as she continued to take him at her whim. “It’s alright. You’re still learning.” She slowed her pace, allowing Mozenrath to enjoy it longer. “You’ll get there. I know you will.”

He warbled, moving as she commanded until his thighs hurt and his body couldn’t take much more. Just as he thought he was going to spill whether he tried to or not, Jasmine proved her authority. Mozenrath sobbed once more as the toy left his hole a puffy, wet mess, exposed for her pleasure. He was muttering ‘please’ over and over again, knowing it wouldn’t do him a damn bit of good but desperate to find some release.

She sighed in content, lying back on the pillows to admire her handiwork a little longer. Jasmine tucked a hand into his hair, scratching down his scalp to help ease the poor thing. “Ease now. Let it out.” She said, and Mozenrath began to cry again, screaming into the pillows as he held on to a climax that wouldn’t happen. “Let it all out. There’s my good pet.”

Good pet. Their good pet.

He clung to that and turned his head towards her, smacking his lips as he slowly regained some self-control. “T-thank you, mistress.” Mozenrath told her shyly. “For...for teaching me a lesson.” He’d never seen her look so proud. It almost made up for the pain he was in.

“You’re welcome.” Jasmine tapped at the buckles. “Now. Let’s get you out of these, okay?” Mozenrath nodded and she set to work, helping him lie back to make the process easier. “Slowly. Don’t try to move too much or too fast.” She got the first arm undone and winced at the man made a strained noise, his face scrunching up from the burn. Jasmine took hold of his arm, lying it down gently on the pillows. “You’re going to be okay. One arm at a time.” She handled him delicately, quite aware of just how much strain his muscles were under after over an hour in the suit. It gave her such a thrill to watch the dear thing groan and pant, his body glistening with sweat and his cock still pressing against the cage. But she'd done enough for now. He needed rest and a chance to process.

“Hhhnggghgh.” He complained, letting her guide the stretch. Soon enough he was lying flat, limbs spread out so he could feel them again. Jasmine cooed and offered him wine to ease the strain. “Everything...hurts.” Mozenrath grumbled as he took inventory of his body. There was a pleasant, somewhat hazy sensation in his brain, almost like he was floating in the aftermath of the session.

“I know. Don’t you worry. Take a moment to rest. I’ll draw us a nice, hot bath. Then we can use some of the numbing gel on your muscles.” She promised and rubbed her hand down his chest, a mischievous smile creeping over her lips. “And tonight, when Aladdin comes back from council meetings, you can show him what you’ve learned.”

Mozenrath gazed up at her, rolling his hips from side to side as he imagined Aladdin’s body against his own again. Wanting him, needing him, denying him, and satisfying him all at once. “Yes, mistress.” He whispered, turning towards her and feeling drowsy as she put his head on her lap. “Thank you, mistress.”

“Anytime, my pet.” Jasmine promised.