Aladdin

From Chapter 1

“Today,” Ahmad told Aladdin, “I have a meeting for lunch and must prepare. I will take you down and allow a sentry to take you the rest of the way to the house. I shall be there tomorrow after breakfast with the costumes for our disguise.”

-1-

Aladdin spent the rest of the day nervously thinking about the events to unfold that evening. He tried to take an afternoon nap to prepare himself for the long journey, but as he wondered about the difficulty of climbing into the cave, he found himself concerned that the entrance would be too difficult for him. His mind also wandered back to the events of the morning and Ahmad’s soft lips and how they felt against his skin. How easily Ahmad had drawn the seed from his manhood. Aladdin was wide awake. He got up and found his mother and told her that he was going on an exploration adventure with his uncle.

“I don’t know, dear,” his mother whispered. “I still do not trust the man, although he has done nothing but provide wonderful food and shelter for us.”

“I am retrieving something for him from a cave. From what he has said, he is too old to crouch down and enter it. He said it is quite a valuable item, and he will share its wealth with us. I want you to have your own home, Mother. I do not want you to rely on the generosity of others.”

“You are a good son, Aladdin. You have done your best to take care of me and to make sure we had food to eat. I hope that you are right. But I also have other concerns. Will you tell me why a guard took you away to the palace this morning?”

Aladdin swallowed hard. He had never lied to his mother; he looked down at the floor.

“Are you in trouble?” she asked.

“No, Mother. I am in love, but I fear that it is a love that cannot be.” Aladdin looked up into his mother’s eyes. His eyes became moist.

“What is his name, this man whom you love?” she asked.

Aladdin felt lightheaded. What had he done to cause her to suspect him? How could she know? Did everyone know? “Oh, Mother. It is Prince Ahmad,” Aladdin told her in a barely audible voice.

“Oh, my son, you are on a difficult path. My brother Hammad was on that path as well. He left the city when he was still but a child; another boy from his school disappeared at the same time. We’ve never heard from them after that, and I never told anyone that he had asked me to help him pack for a long journey. I do not want to lose you, my dear Aladdin.”

“You won’t, Mother. We will be careful. I would not do this if he did not fill me with a joy I did not think possible.”

“As I said, Aladdin, you are a good son and a good man. Take care with the Prince, and be careful on your journey tonight, and wake me when you return, no matter the hour.”

“I will, Mother. I promise.” Aladdin left her. He felt a sense of peace now that there were no secrets between them. When he returned to his room, he thought of Prince Ahmad’s smile. He reached down and stroked his manhood. He felt himself harden, and as he remembered the feelings that Ahmad had given him, he gave into the urge to touch his hole. If only Ahmad were there now, with him, he would give his hole to him. He was certain that it would bring them both a new level of joy. Aladdin moved his hand back to his hard shaft. He massaged it gently, and soon he was able to fall asleep.

He felt that he had only slept for a few seconds when a servant came into the room to awaken him for dinner. As he stood, he saw traveling clothes laid out for him. “Mephisto is home?” he asked the servant.

“He will arrive shortly, but he asks that you dine and prepare yourself. He will have dined before he returns.”

Aladdin took his meal with his mother, and the two shared knowing glances as they talked about his childhood, their good fortune, and the possibilities for their future. After the meal, he changed clothes, and as he finished, his Uncle Mephisto arrived.

“Are you ready, Aladdin?”

“Yes, sir.” He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and headed into the twilight with his uncle. Aladdin wasn’t sure how quiet he needed to be, so he remained silent as Mephisto led him through the West Garden and into what appeared to be a maintenance shed.

A false panel was moved, and the two men traveled down some stairs that seemed to go on forever before flattening into a dirt-covered floor with a low ceiling. Aladdin wondered why such a secret entrance was needed for the castle.

Mephisto, who had used his magic powers to create the exit, spoke up. “A long time ago, this path was used by a princess to meet her secret love outside the walls of the city,” the magician lied. “Sadly, she was found out. She was beheaded, and her lover had his manhood severed before being turned out into the desert.” Mephisto laughed. “Secrets are so difficult to keep.”

‘Could Mephisto know about Ahmad?’ wondered Aladdin. He would share this thought with Ahmad when they met the next morning, he decided. After almost 2 hours, the two men entered a stone drainage pipe before exiting into the cool night air hundreds of yards from the protective wall of the City.

“The cave entrance is about a mile that way,” Mephisto pointed.

“In the valley of the Sabres?” asked Aladdin.

“Yes, but we are protected. You are wearing the ring, are you not?”

Aladdin looked down at his hand. ‘Such a tiny piece of metal,’ he thought. “Let’s hurry.”

The men arrived at a non-descript cave entrance. “This is the one,” announced Mephisto. Darkness had settled, and Aladdin had a difficult time making out how this hole in the cliff was any different from any of the others. Mephisto entered the cave and handed Aladdin a lit torch.

“But, where did you get that?”

Mephisto laughed again. “There’s a wooden door covering the steep entrance to a deeper cavern. It’s just ahead.”

With the torch, Aladdin was able to locate the door, it was on the floor of the cave and slightly to the right side. Aladdin couldn’t open it, but he saw writing on the door. He read it to himself. ‘No evil may enter.’

There was a loud clicking sound, and the door lifted open. Aladdin peered into the darkness. “Find the lamp, my boy. Legend says it was tossed inside, so it should be easy to find.”

Aladdin moved the torch into the darkness. The light seemed strange, as though it did not want to illuminate more than a few inches from the flame, as if the darkness consumed it. He placed a foot forward and found a narrow step. He moved cautiously forward and found himself moving deeper into the cave until his head was below the doorway that had been locked only moments before. The light from the torch was brighter the farther down he went. He looked back up and saw nothing but darkness. After a few more steps, he reached fairly level ground. Once both of Aladdin’s feet were on the ground, his torch lit up the entire cave.

“Whoa,” he muttered under his breath. This portion of the cave was only about fifteen feet deep and about ten feet wide. It was more like a room. The steps he had just come down were carved from the side and went up into complete darkness.

“Have you found it?” Mephistos voice did not echo and was faint as though he had shouted from miles away.

Aladdin felt a chill. He saw an old tarnished oil lamp near his feet. He picked it up and looked inside. It was empty. ‘But he said it was filled with jewels.’ Aladdin stuffed the lamp into a pocket of his traveling jacket and headed back up the steep steps. He took another look around the room and saw nothing. The trip up took longer than coming down. The steps seemed farther apart, and when Aladdin neared the top, the last few steps were now missing. “How is this possible?” His words seemed to be eaten by the darkness.

“Are you there, Uncle? I will need help getting up the last bit. I cannot get a foothold.” Aladdin shouted.

“Toss me the lamp, and I will lower some rope. Can you hear me, Aladdin? Do as I say,” shouted Mephisto.

‘I cannot get out without his help,’ Aladdin realized, ‘and my grip on this rock face is not as firm as I would like. “Can you not lower the rope first. The lamp is in my pocket and is difficult to reach.”

“I don’t want the lamp damaged. Give it to me first.”

Aladdin pulled the lamp free and lifted it. “Take it before I lose my balance and fall.”

“I cannot reach it. Stretch higher.”

“This is as far as I can lift it,” Aladdin stretched onto his toes. “Grab it now, or I may fall.” Aladdin saw the hands of Mephisto reach out of the darkness for the lamp, but they were covered in a blue glow that began to shoot lightning into the cave. A blue flame covered his skin.

Mephisto screamed in agony. He hadn’t realized that the warning included any part of anything evil extending into the doorway. He stood back, his hands had been burned. He forced the door down, covering the entrance. He locked it and disappeared into the night.

-2-

Aladdin heard the door close above his head. He tossed the lamp down into the cave and climbed back down. At the bottom, he began to weep even though he knew that it was not a manly thing to do. He was alone with no food, no water. He thought of his mother and of Ahmad.

“Just when happiness was at our doorstep.” He saw the lamp lying on the ground near his foot. He was tempted to kick it, but thinking better of it, he picked it up to examine it again. He held it in the light of the torch, and then he thought about the torch. It would not burn forever; he would be plunged into darkness. He would die here, in the dark, of thirst, and no one would ever know.

He looked again at the lamp. “It’s just a worthless lamp. There’s not even an inscription on it.” He placed it in his lap and began to think of Ahmad. They would have gone into the City, and he would have shown Ahmad the poor and the hungry. “Ahmad would have helped the people, and he would have loved me.”

Aladdin continued to share what had been his hopes for the next day with the empty walls of the cave. “After our tour of the City, we would have gone back to his secret room, and I would have helped him undress before placing a drop of oil on his forehead. I would have removed my clothing, and I would have made him hard with my lips. After oiling my hole, he would have penetrated me and filled me, and when he was exhausted from the pleasure, I would have taken my ring…”

Aladdin removed the ring from his finger; his eyes filled with tears.

“I will place it on his middle finger.” Aladdin placed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. In his despair, he didn’t notice how the ring had resized itself. “And I will turn it three times. Once, because I loved you yesterday, Ahmad. Twice, because I love you today, My Love. Thrice, for I will always love and cherish you.”

The ring on Aladdin’s hand began to vibrate. Aladdin tried to pull it off, but it would not move. A stream of light shot forth from the ring and into the center of the cave. In the beam of light, a shape like a man began to form, and with a flash, a man in bright, golden clothing stood before Aladdin.

The man looked at Aladdin. “You have freed me from my prison in the ring. Your pure heart has allowed you to unlock the ring with the three turns. I am the Gold Genie of the Ring. I am now yours.”

“Mine? You’re my prisoner? That does not seem right or just.”

“You, Aladdin, may command me, but I am sworn to tell you that you have but twenty-four hours to find me a home else I will have to spread myself upon the winds and disappear forever.”

“You’ll die unless I find you a place to live?”

“This is true.”

“That is terrible.” Aladdin stood up, and the old lamp fell to the ground. Aladdin picked it up. “What about this?” He opened the lid. “There has to be more room in it than there was in the ring. Will you be happy living in there, or should we find something else?”

“You are concerned with my happiness?” asked the genie.

“Of course. You said I was responsible for you. I want you to be comfortable and happy.”

“The lamp will be perfect, my master. Just remember, that whoever has possession of the lamp has possession of me.”

“What about the ring? If you are the Genie of the Ring, would not the person who has the ring be your master no matter where you happen to be living at the time?” Let us say that I had you build a huge house and told you that you could stay there. Would the owner of the house be your master then?”

“As I understand it.”

“But if I told you that you could live anywhere that you wished. That would be better than living in a lamp.”

The genie was confused by Aladdin’s questions. As far as he knew, genies had always been attached to some small item that their owners could carry on their persons. He remained silent; his new master was younger than any of his previous owners and was brimming with radical ideas.

Aladdin shook his head. “I have obviously fallen from the steps and damaged my brain in the fall. I am having hallucinations.”

“I assure you, master, that you are quite well,” replied the Gold Genie.

“What time is it?” Aladdin finally asked.

The genie looked up at the ceiling of the cave. “It is morning.”

“We might as well play this dream out. I am obviously closer to death than I realized. Can you take me to my room in my Uncle Mephisto’s house.

“I can take you to your room in the house of a man named Mephisto, but he is not your uncle.”

“Make it so.”

In an instant, Aladdin was in his room. He could hear voices in the other room, Mephisto’s and Prince Ahmad’s. He turned to the genie who was holding the lamp in his hand. An idea flashed through Aladdin’s head, but he didn’t have time to think it through. “So this man is not my uncle. What is he then?”

“He is a sorcerer posing as a magician in the Sultan’s court. He is an evil man.”

Aladdin nodded and took a deep breath. “Wait here, but be ready if I call for you.”

-3-

“He is not here, My Prince. The truth is that I asked him for help in retrieving some stolen property, a rather large jewel, and he tried to run off with it. The thieves who took it captured him, I barely made it out alive myself.”

“Oh,” cried Aladdin’s mother. She sat on a chair, but before she could start to cry, Aladdin entered the room.

“Do not worry, Mother. Those are lies.”

“What?” shouted Mephisto upon gazing at the presence of Aladdin at the doorway to his chambers.

“The truth is I was locked in a cave by Mephisto even though I tried to hand him some worthless artifact that he had been told was valuable.”

“Are you uninjured?” asked Ahmad.

“I am well except for a slight thirst. A thirst for justice, that is, against a man who claimed to be my uncle, but is, in fact, no relation to me at all. He is a liar.”

“Guards!” called Ahmad. But as the two sentries guard entered the room, Mephisto disappeared in a large cloud of blue smoke. “You are not safe here,” announced Ahmad. “We will go into the main palace. Aladdin, I know that we had plans for this morning, but I think they should be delayed. Our presence in the palace will assure your mother’s safety, and you can explain to me exactly what happened.”

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“I was worried about you when you were not in Mephisto’s home earlier,” said Ahmad as he looked out at the land beyond the wall of the City. “And the man you said helped you escape from the cave, you are sure that he is not a danger? He is not working for Mephisto?”

“He is not a danger. He is far from it,” said Aladdin. “Until he came to help me, my thoughts were of you and that I might never see you again. I will tell you everything as we undress.”

“Undress?”

“Completely.”

“Totally naked?” Ahmad smiled.

“That’s what ‘completely’ means. But you knew that.”

“Indeed, I did.”

Aladdin retold the events, and while he wasn’t sure whether Ahmad was willing to accept everything without a little proof, he continued to remove his clothing. The men moved onto the soft blankets that Ahmad had transferred to the room and spread upon the cushions.

Their kisses were more passionate than the previous day, and both of them were more willing to involve tongue action as their mouths tried to devour the other. Aladdin wanted to control things; he knew where he wanted things to go; he had gone over it in his mind several times. But the pleasure Ahmad gave him made it easy for him to give in.

Ahmad moved his kisses down Aladdin’s body, and Aladdin expected him to move from his stomach to his cock, and while Ahmad did fondle the stiff shaft for a few moments, he continued on to Aladdin’s scrotum.

Aladdin felt his balls being sucked into Ahmad’s mouth, rolled around, and spat out again before he moved to the other. Ahmad continued moving back and forth before sliding his tongue on Aladdin’s perineum.

With his fists grabbing the blanket, Aladdin moaned more heavily than he had the previous day. He had not realized the sensitivity of this part of his body, and he did not want Ahmad to stop. That is until he felt the tongue probe his hole. A finger was added, and between the finger and the tip of Ahmad’s tongue, new sensations shot through Aladdin’s body. He wanted to push Ahmad onto his back and show him what the sensations were like, but he was unable to do anything but respond to the pleasure brought on by these actions.

Aladdin’s hole was being stretched by an additional finger. The whole area felt drenched in wetness, Aladdin wanted to pull all of Ahmad into him. Suddenly, Ahmad pushed one of Aladdin’s legs up and forward. Almost instantly, Aladdin felt the pressure of Ahmad’s rigid manhood penetrating his body.

Ahmad’s penis felt huge, but while the stretch was uncomfortable there was a rubbing motion inside his hole that was better than the previous sensations combined. Ahmad’s thrusting motions began to pick up speed. Aladdin lifted his head and licked Ahmad’s chin.

Aladdin felt his leg being pushed farther out while the speed of the fuck continued to increase. He felt their bodies smack together. Ahmad’s tongue pushed its way into Aladdin’s mouth. At the same time, Ahmad groaned from deep within, and the pressure inside Aladdin made him throw his head back. Ahmad filled Aladdin with more seed than he had ever expelled at one time.

Falling onto Aladdin, his energy expelled, Ahmad groaned into Aladdin’s ear. “Aladdin, my love, my love, my love.”

Aladdin wrapped his arm around Ahmad. He knew he had all the pieces to make a happy life, a wondrous life. “I love you more than anything,” he told Ahmad. “If you weren’t already my prince, you would make you my prince.”

Chapter 3

The genie proves Aladdin’s story, and Aladdin and Ahmad design a plan to help the less fortunate.