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.
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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. Featuring:We meet Aladdin who manages to escape the clutches of the royal guards and rewards himself with Drew the street monkey's dick. “Stop thief!” A guard yells the next morning in the streets of Agrabah. A young street urchin named Aladdin was desperately trying to steal a simple loaf of bread. As many of the men and women of Agrabah have noticed, Aladdin is very handsome for a street rat. With a muscular yet skinny body, broad shoulders and curly dark hair with deep chestnut eyes - it's hard not to stare. As a poor kid, his clothes are limited. He walked barefoot and wore just a sleeveless purple vest that showed off his abs in a way Aladdin was secretly proud of. He also wore a pair of extremely baggy, cream coloured pants with a few patches he had used to cover rips and holes. A red fez also sat on his head of curls - a signature look all the admirers loved. As mentioned, he was running away from the palace guards who were trying to stop him from stealing… again.
“I'll have your head for a trophy, street rat!” One of the guards threatened, holding out a sword, on the other side of a rooftop, thinking they had cornered Aladdin. They wore turbans with yellow sashes, black armour and white royal pants. “All this just for a loaf of bread?” Aladdin sighed before leaping off of the rooftop. He fell into a street of Agrabah, grabbing a washing line on the way so he could swing down, though he still ended up falling onto the ground in a thud. But, he still had his loaf of bread, which was all he really cared about. “YOU WON’T GET AWAY SO EASY!” A guard yelled from the roof he came from. “I dunno, seemed pretty easy to me.” Aladdin said, winking at a couple girls and boys nearby. “THERE HE IS! DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!” Another Palace guard shouted, appearing at the other end of the street along with a couple others. “Oh fuck!” Aladdin muttered before he burst into a sprint, going down an alley, but was quickly blocked off by another guard. Urgently taking a plank of wood off the floor, Aladdin used it to counter the attacker and bashed the guard’s sword from his hand. Aladdin hurriedly climbed up a tower of barrels, out of reach. “Can't you guys just appreciate I'm broke?!” Aladdin said, cockily, before kicking the barrels down, making them crash into the oncoming guards. “Riff raft!” “Street rat!” They yelled after Aladdin as he climbed some scaffolding. “It's just a little snack!” Aladdin insisted, standing on top of a teetering tower of construction. “Rip him open and take it back!” Another guard spat, trying to shake the wobbly structure Aladdin stood on. Aladdin quickly managed to jump off, swinging on a wooden beam before leaping through a window. It just so happened to be the Agrabah gay brothel that was filled with men Aladdin had met before. Rugs and beds were everywhere, along with some convoluted sexy mechanisms. “You bottoming today, Aladdin, or are you running away from another crime?” Charles Melton, one of Aladdin’s regulars asked, completely naked and being sucked off by Joivan Wade - another regular. “Unfortunately the latter… Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat, I’ll tell you all about it when I got the time!” Aladdin blurted out as he ran past the various people fucking, before jumping through another window and landing back down in the street. “THERE HE IS!” A guard yelled, appearing with some more friends down the end of the road. Aladdin ran and ran until more guards appeared in front of him. “Let's not be too hasty!” Aladdin tried, as they backed him up against a door. “Hey tasty.” It opened, revealing an old flame of Aladdin’s. “Oh… Hi Mike Colter.” Aladdin said, seeing the huge, muscular, shirtless man. “Need a hand?” He asked. “Please!” So, Colter picked Aladdin off the ground and threw him up so he could leap over the guards, doing flips in the air until he landed behind them, rolling into a run. After sprinting past a couple more blocks, Aladdin found a large building with stairs circling the perimeter of it and quickly sprinted up the tower. Somehow the guards knew what he was doing because a couple of them cut him off halfway, but not just before a window. Aladdin jumped through, running past an elderly couple fucking in the doggy position. “Never too old, I say!” Aladdin chuckled, grabbing a rug on the way. “Now all I gotta do is juuuump!” He said before jumping through the second window. He held the rug above his head like a parachute and used it to glide downwards into an alleyway, finally losing the guards. Featuring:Elba and Anthony find the Cave of Wonders, but find out they must find the Diamond in the Rough in order to retrieve the treasure. A long time ago in a mystical desert, there was a kingdom named Agrabah. A land where camels roamed, pulling caravans through the chaotic streets - but a place the people would all call home. Markets lined the streets selling every spice or satin shawls while the poor desperately tried to haggle the price. It's a mystical land, with secrets yet to be discovered as we explore a road that can take us to good or to greed, darkness and fortune…
One night as the moon lit up the sand outside the grand city, there was the Sultan’s Grand Vizier, Elba. He was wearing long, flowing black robes over a deep red garment with bell sleeves, then a tight jet black shirt with long sleeves underneath. He also had a bright red, silk sash that's tied around his waist. He wears a very distinctive black headdress which has a very prominent, deep red gemstone and a crimson feather placed just above it. He held a gold, ruby eyed cobra-headed staff that he’d rarely be seen without. He was sitting on a camel, with his malicious sidekick on his shoulder - Anthony. He was a red falcon with a very snarky attitude. They were waiting to meet a thief, who they had trusted to retrieve the second half of a gold scarab beetle, which would be the key to their cruel plan. Eventually, the wait came to an end as a camel soon came trotting over with Karamo Brown riding on top. “You're late.” Elba growled as Karamo slipped off of the camel’s back. He was wearing a lot of white and brown rags. “I ran into trouble.” He claimed as Elba also gracefully dropped down. “Do you have it?” Elba snarled. Anthony’s beady eyes watched as Karamo pulled the second half of the golden scarab beetle from a satchel on his camel. Elba went to snatch it, but Karamo smirked as he pulled it away. “Na-ah-uh… Let me see my treasure.” But the thief didn't have a choice as Anthony flew off of Elba's shoulder and snatched the scarab in his yellow claws before flying back towards his master. But, in a surprising cloud of scarlet smoke, the falcon was replaced by a very sexy young man. He wore a red leather jacket over a shirtless body and a pair of tight, red boxer briefs. Anthony casually handed the scarab to the vizier. “Good boy, my dear Anthony.” Elba smirked. “And don't worry, my dirty friend. You'll get your reward.” He said before the eyes in his cobra staff lit up a bright red. The clothes on Karamo’s body faded away in a dim crimson glow, along with the clothes on Elba's body. The thief’s body was ripped, muscular and his defined lines were still visible in the moonlight. Between his legs was an impressive 8 inch, soft cock that dangled between his legs. Elba, on the other hand, had a bulky, muscular, wide body with bulging muscles that were impossible to miss. Under a wild set of pubes was a thick, semi hard 9 and a half inch cock. “What the fuck?” Karamo blurted out, looking down at himself in shock and confusion. “You may have noticed I was vague when I spoke about your reward.” Elba said in a quiet tone. “Master loves his boys.” Anthony smirked, still in his leather jacket and the briefs which seemed to be tenting. “You tricked me!” Karamo gasped. “I'm sure you'll enjoy it, all the same.” Elba muttered, dropping his staff and forcing himself onto the thief. Featuring:Felix must fight his inner demons in the form of his friends, whilst on the mission to save his parents in Trigon's dreamscape. Can he do it? I woke up, confused. As my eyes fluttered open, I looked around the room to realise… It was my old childhood bedroom. I quickly jumped out of bed, looking around at the bright yellow walls, the small desk I had and the posters of TV shows I watched as a kid. I looked in my mirror and I was still the same age. I was still 20. I was wearing nothing but a pair of navy pyjama bottoms. I opened my door and went down the stairs to find… My parents. They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. My father, with his dark hair, tall figure wearing a white polo shirt and grey pants. My mother, wearing a pink floral dress and her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Was I dead? Was this heaven?
“Mum? Dad?” I whispered. “Oh, good morning sweetie!” Mum grinned. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Dad added. “What… What’s happening?” I asked, sitting down. “Breakfast of course!” Mum smiled, gesturing towards a plate in front of me with sausages and a fried egg. “But… I don't… I don't understand.” I said, looking around the kitchen, seeing pictures of family photos on the walls. “Don't be too long, kiddo. The babysitter will be here soon.” Dad told me. Babysitter? “Where are you going?” I asked, utterly confused. “Don't you remember? Daddy and I are going to the mall to get you your Christmas presents.” Mum smiled. Goosebumps ran through my entire body. It dawned on me. This was the day they died. “No!” I blurted out. “I don't need Christmas presents. Stay. Please?” I said. “Don't be ridiculous. Your father’s new job means he can afford to get you some really special gifts.” Mum grinned. “I don't need them. Please!” I said, feeling sick to my stomach. Then suddenly, there was a bright, white flash and they were gone. They disappeared from the table and instead, sitting across from me was… Rachel’s Dad… Technically my Dad, too. He was wearing the same black suit. “Relax, Felix.” He said. “What the fuck are you doing here? What have you done to me?” I snapped, standing up angrily. “I'm giving you a chance. I'm giving you a chance to save your adoptive parents.” He told me. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Trigon. I am your birth father, but I know you love your adoptive parents. So I'm giving you the chance to save them.” He told me, standing up. “Why are you doing this? Aren't you supposed to be the destroyer of worlds?” I frowned. “No. I fix them. I heal worlds.” Trigon assured me, stepping closer. “I'm sorry for what happened, but I'm here to help you now. I want to help you fix your past.” Trigon explained to me. “How… How am I supposed to save my parents? And… This isn't even real. Is it?” I questioned as he stepped intimately closer to me. “It doesn't have to be. It'll help you feel better. It'll help you gain some closure and some peace.” Trigon told me, before reaching out and cupping my face. “I'm here for you. I'm here to grant your wish.” He whispered. Tears formed in my eyes as I looked up at him. Perhaps… He wasn't all bad? “Will you let me do that?” Trigon whispered, his face intimately close. “Okay.” I said. And then, he leaned in to kiss me. My eyes widened as I felt his arms wrap around me. I didn't know what to do at first, until I just decided to give in. I began kissing back, which encouraged him to attack my lips rougher. |
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