Kinktober Day Thirty One: Mindfuck

Mozenrath - Aladdin (Disney)
Mindfuck / huge dildo / bondage / crying / threats
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 Dangerous things could be fun. In a way, the more risk one took on, the more glorious the prospect of success could be. But that didn't necessarily stop one from feeling the dark thread of feel tighten around their bodies when the realized how very very easily something could go wrong. Not to say he didn't trust Aladdin. Gods beneath the earth! He would trust Aladdin with his very life, his soul, and all his vital organs. But that didn't mean, through no ones fault, something might go wrong.
 
He let himself sink back into the chair as Aladdin tightened the ropes around his ankles, ensuring they would hold him firmly without restricting his blood flow. His arms had already been bound behind his back, the beautiful knots and ties harnessed across his chest so as to keep him in this position. He was allowed to stand, for the moment, but he could see Aladdin was preparing something more for him

“Aladdin...”

“Excuse me?”

He swallowed and that warm core pulled at him. How could the man do this to him with only a few words. Just a tone of voice, a look through tender brown eyes without an ounce of anger in them, and Mozenrath crumbled to his whims like paper. “Sir.” he asked again with a bit more humility to him. “I was wondering...”

“It really isn't your place to ask, now is it?” Aladdin reached over and touched his cheeks, those calloused fingers showing such gentleness against his skin. “Does it really matter what I'm going to do? You know you'll love it either way. If I hurt you, if I make you scream from pleasure or pain.” He smiled a bit and kissed the mans lips tenderly. “If I fuck you till you beg.” He drew his lips down the man's neck, down to his shoulder, over his chest. “You ought to know by now you'll just enjoy it more if you don't know what's coming.”

It was as if he was being talked into a hypnotic state. With every touch he felt woozy and tried his hardest to push himself into Aladdin's embrace. “Please...HAGHA!” His head jerked to the side, the harsh slap delivered perfectly to lower him into an accepting state. 

“I don't need you to talk any more.” He declared sharply and adjusted himself before walking over to a large box. “In fact I don't think I want to hear you speak for the rest of the night, unless it's to call our safeword.”   
 
Mozenrath swallowed, but nodded quickly. Yes. No matter what happened, Aladdin would always stop for the safeword.   
 
The hero had his back turned for a moment before bringing over the box. “You've been a very bad sorcerer lately, haven't you Moze.” He placed it on the table, undoing the locks. “Attacking the city, attacking me and my friends. You put a lot of people at risk.”

Yes, he had done those things. Ages ago it seemed, but that wasn't really the point now was it. Aladdin knew he craved this cold punishment for his misdeeds, as if submitting whole-heartedly to the humiliation and demeaning treatment would somehow make up for his behavior before he became something more than just another evil sorcerer. On some level he knew it was an excuse for the both of them to indulge in behavior that never would have been permitted otherwise. He could be meek, submissive, a begging toy. Aladdin could be ruthless, cruel and a demanding master.   

If he'd known the games Aladdin was capable of, he never would have underestimated him year ago.

A blindfold made it's appearance and his world went black. Something was pressed to his teeth, a wooden ring covered in soft leather that was tucked in to keep his mouth open, allowing him to drool and make noises that would be arousing. His tongue flicked out and he whined sharply, shaking his head back and forth.

“Don't be in such a rush. This is going to be fun.”

He could hear the box being opened and Aladdin came up behind him, attaching something to the chair with what sounded like a leather strap and buckle. A hand parted his cheeks firmly, and he felt the squirt of almond oil splattered over his hole, prepping him for something. He had a horrible feeling he knew what was just behind him, but he didn't dare start to cry. 

“That will do, I think.” Aladdin's footsteps fell away. A moment later there was the sound of a chair scraping along the floor towards him. Mozenrath shuddered, turning this way and that to try to figure out where the man was. “I find the simplest punishments are usually the best. Now, here's whats going to happen. We're going to stay right here, until you take a seat.”

His heart skipped a beat and Mozenrath gurgled, terrified to actually lean back. He did so slowly, cautiously. He had almost no balance left, his feet tied to the chair and the chair bolted to the floor. As he tried to sit down, something...
 
~Oh...Oh gods no! No no no no.~ He couldn't possibly! That was huge! Far bigger than anything he'd ever taken! Mozenrath stood back up, shaking his head and sobbing quietly, panting as he realized what was going to be demanded from him.

“I can wait. But know this. Either you're going to take a seat, all the way down, till your ass hits the chair. OR, and I promise you this, if I get impatient, I'm going to start hurting you.” One could nearly feel the smile drifting through the air and into the mans' ears. “And I haven't quite decided how badly I want to hurt you tonight.”
 
After he was a wrecked and ruined, broken thing lying against the man's chest, there would come care and tender affection. Aladdin's hands would hold him tightly and put him back together slowly so that he might feel human again. There would be long baths, deep massages and kind words, reminding him that everything now was nothing but a game. But right now, he knew better than to expect it. Right now, there was nothing but what he deserved.