Featuring:The film was finished. For the past few months, Max Schneider, Jordan Fisher and Ross Butler had been working on a movie for Netflix and every day the sexual tension between the three of them had been growing and growing, just waiting to be unleashed. A couple days after the last scene was shot, there was a wrap party where all the cast and crew were invited. It was at the director’s mansion, late at night. Max was casually wandering around, wearing a shimmering, silver shirt and a pair of black, skinny jeans. He was just getting a beer from the bar when Jordan came over. He had clearly gotten more tipsy than Max, judging by the way he walked. He was wearing a salmon shirt and a pair of pale blue pants.
“Hey man. How’re you doing?” He smiled. “I'm good, dude. Enjoying the party?” Max smiled back. “Yeah. Listen, me and Ross found a hot tub upstairs - we’re gonna take a dip.” Jordan explained, taking a couple beer bottles in his hand. “Join us.” “Seriously?” “Yeah! It's awesome and nobody's even there. It'll be all ours.” Jordan insisted. Max thought about the sexual possibilities of three drunk, naked, horny men in a hot tub. “Okay, lead the way.” Max said.
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Featuring:Aladdin and Drew are captured and thrown in the dungeons, with the guards finally getting their revenge on the thieves. In the palace, Elba sneakily crept out from his lair with Anthony on his shoulder as always. The secret door shut behind him, just in time for Jordan to storm into the hall.
“Elba! We need to talk!” He spat. Jordan was back to wearing his royal blue crop top and baggy pants. “Prince? How may I be of service to you?” Elba said, bowing. “The guards just took a boy from the market on your orders!” Jordan said, angrily. “Your father has charged me with keeping peace in Agrabah. This boy is a criminal.” Elba reminded him. “And what was his crime?” Jordan asked. “Kidnapping the prince, of course.” Elba answered. “He didn't fucking kidnap me! I ran away!” Jordan argued. “Oh… Dear. How frightfully upsetting. Had I but known…” Elba said, dramatically, stepping away from the secret doorway. “What do you mean?” Jordan frowned. “Sadly, the boy’s sentence has already been carried out.” Elba told him. “W-What sentence?” Jordan asked, nervously. “Death…” Elba whispered. “Beheading, to be more specific.” “No…” Jordan gasped, looking as though he was gonna be sick. “I am exceedingly sorry, Prince.” Elba said, cupping Jordan’s face. “How could you?!” Jordan cried, slapping his hand away before running out of the hall. “Did you really think he was gonna have sex with you after you beheaded his boy toy?” Anthony scoffed. “I think he took it rather well.” Elba shrugged. “But for now, you'll have to do.” A puff of smoke later and Anthony stood beside him in his red leather jacket and boxer briefs. “Don't worry, master. I'll make it up to you.” He whispered. Featuring:Aladdin and Jordan meet, falling in love at first sight before being chased off by some royal guards. That night, Prince Jordan was on a mission. When the servants and handmaidens finally left him alone, he managed to take out some raggedy clothing (Jordan had stolen them from the dungeons earlier) and quickly disguised himself. Jordan snuck out of his sleeping quarters and hurried towards a tree that peaked over one of the walls, due to being on a bit of a hill. Just as he was about to start his climb, he felt something tug at his clothing. When Jordan looked over his shoulder, he saw his tiger.
“I'm sorry, Rajah. But I can't stay here - I have to have a life of my own.” Prince Jordan said, crouching down and pulling the tiger into a snuggle. “I'll miss you.” Jordan said before going to climb up the tree again. He scrambled up the tree trunk until he could climb onto the top of the wall. “Goodbye.” Jordan said to the pouting tiger before disappearing. Featuring:Prince Jordan has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Jordan was a beautiful young man. He was skinny yet muscular with defined pecs and a body he wasn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs, baggy pants and golden earrings, then a necklace with a sparkling sapphire. All the Princesses wanted him, but unfortunately the feelings were never mutual. He was sitting on the edge of their beautiful fountain, gently running his fingertips through the water.
“He is the rudest prince I've ever met!” The latest princess screamed as she ran out of the beautiful courtyard they had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Jordan heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy beard. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was still doing a decent job at running a kingdom. He wore a big white turban that had a blue feather with a red jewel. He wore white royal robes with golden lining and a golden sash with indigo stripes going across his waist. “Are you fucking serious, Jordan?!” The Sultan, also known as Winston, barked as he stormed over. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Jordan’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Jordan. But he was also very protective, willing to chase away any Princess he wanted. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Jordan reminded The Sultan. “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you. You have to marry a princess, no matter if you're gay or not. The royal bloodline must continue.” The Sultan groaned, rubbing his temples. “There's other ways! I heard that there’s a kingdom that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Jordan reasoned. “Every single one of your ancestors! Not to mention it's the law!” The Sultan reminded him, sitting down beside the prince. “Urgh… I hate this. I hate being trapped in this palace - in these walls. It's not fair, I wanna be free!” Jordan complained. “But… But why? You have anything you need, a library, a pool, a beautiful garden!” “But I wanna be able to leave, Father. I want to be able to meet our people, talk to them.” Jordan insisted. “Son… I love you. But being Prince means there are rules and you must be protected. Ever since your mother died… I promised I'd look after you. This is the best way.” The Sultan continued, cupping Jordan’s face. “I love you, son.” “I love you too, Father.” Jordan sighed before the two leaned in to kiss. |
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