Drabbles: StreetMagic

His teeth made indentations on the bit as he shook his head side to side, resisting for all he was worth. Of course it wasn't really resistance, or perhaps it was. He had difficulty telling sometimes. There was an odd balance here that kept him on edge and made their relationship more exciting over all. What was he? Was he a prisoner? A criminal? Were they going to let him work his way free this time or keep him for a few days and hold him in this wicked bondage? The sultan and sultana liked to mix things up, helping their pretty pet to sink deeper into the games they played together. If he knew exactly what was coming, it wouldn't be half as much fun now would it? 

Mozenrath felt a hand grab the harness and yank his head back, putting him firmly under control. The well manicured hand that patted his cheeks told him it was Jasmine, and he gazed up into her giddy brown eyes. Gods help him, if he had to take punishment from one or the other, he would rather it be Aladdin. Jasmine had a nasty streak a mile wide when she was in the mood. But her soft cooing told him she was enjoying the playfulness of this, and if he played it right he might even be allowed release.
 
“Such a naughty pet.” She knelt down and pinched his nipples, tugging the buds away from his chest as he growled and arched into it, trying to relieve the tension. “Really, Moze. Sometimes you make me wonder if you like being here with us.”

“Honestly. If you really wanted us to stop, you'd pretend to be more submissive, bend to our rules. Then you wouldn't be so entertaining and we'd be tempted to let you go.” Aladdin came in from the side, the warm confidence he brought to the room making the sorcerer groan. “But then I think thats why you keep putting up such a fight. You know we like it. Well that and you're spoiled. If we stopped giving you so much attention you'd find a way to cause more trouble.”

Mozenrath scowled, willing himself to spit something foul at the both of them, but Jasmine's nails raked across his chest, enforcing his behavior. They were right, not that he wanted them to know it. This was what? Fifth time, sixth? The pattern repeated itself every few months. He would come into town, burn a few abandoned houses, generally cause a ruckus, and the brave heros would swoop in to defeat him. And here was where it ended. Trapped in the dungeon, bound tightly with rope, naked, exposed, and soon to be very thoroughly punished for their mutual amusement. They'd let him go or let him 'escape' eventually. But if he really didn't want this, he'd stop causing trouble.   
 
Which left him with the wry realization that he kept coming back because he wanted them to hurt him again. Mozenrath was not comfortable with this in the least. He also did not want it to stop.
 
“Silly wizard. Silly, pretty pet.” Jasmine kissed his brow and scratched down his abdomen, curling her fingers in the hair above his cock and patting it fondly. “You know you could stay, if you wanted. We'd find a way. You like these games, don't you?”

He shook his head, denying it, trying to salvage his pride. But it did no good. He could only whine as her hand grasped his cock, enforcing her will over his own, stroking till it began to harden. 

“Of course we'd have to take care of a few things first.” She reminded him in a calm, soothing tone. 

“Absolutely. Can't let anyone think for a moment you're getting the privilege of putting your cock in either of us. But I don't think you'll mind that too much.” Aladdin stood above him, stronger, more powerful in this moment than Mozenrath could ever be. “After all, didn't you spill last time without so much as a touch to your prick? Don't shake your head. Don't lie, pretty pet. I watched. I watched that beautiful cock twitch and spasm until you came with nothing but my cock in your ass.”

“It was beautiful.” Jasmine sighed and tightened the binders on his arms, ensuring they stayed where they belonged. She stood up then, taking Aladdin's arm and kissing his chin. “I want to keep him. He'd be such a splendid pet.”

“I'd imagine he has some thoughts on that himself.” The hero held her around the waist, sharing in her enthusiasm. “But I'd also imagine we can wrangle a yes from him if we try hard enough.”

~No! Nono! No!~
<Are you mad? You've done nothing but dream of the next time they 'caught' you? You damn near jerked yourself raw fantasizing about it! You're going to say no NOW?!>
~I have my pride!~
<You're sitting on a cold dungeon floor, naked, hard, and begging for sex.>
~Still.~
<Stupid.>

“Do you hear that, Moze?” Jasmine drew his attention, so pretty in her pale blue attire, so regal and soft for as hard as she could swing a belt. “All you need to do is say yes. Just nod your head and you can stay. We'll find a way.” She rubbed his hair back and kissed the bridge of his nose. I'd love to watch those pretty eyes roll back as we make you cum. I like to see how soft and vulnerable you look when we punish you. You'd like that too, wouldn't you?”   

 <YES!>
~Shut up!~

“I don't think he knows yet.” Aladdin shook his head and walked over to the chest they had down here.   
 
Mozenrath moaned behind the gag and squirmed, knowing full well that the real fun was about to begin as he watched Aladdin take out several toys and impact items. Last time, they had kept him for three nights. He was hoping they meant to outdo themselves now.