A/N: This is set in an AU in which the magic lamp does not exist, though the human characters remain the same. I hope that this is something like what you were looking for.
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He would do anything, he said, to get out of the chains. To have a second chance at living.
Well then, Jafar said, come with me.
He has his suspicions as to why the boy agrees, of course, why he allows the fine gold collar to be placed around his neck and the magic to bind it there. The grimace on Aladdin's face tells that there is still conflict. But Jafar can imagine the desperation of the streets, the thwarted ambitions, the hunger gnawing away at the pit of your stomach day after day, and besides, he knows that the princess will not look twice at a slave except in pity.
Even so, he is pleasantly surprised. The boy runs errands willingly, without -- it seems -- resentment, and he makes a fine spy and theif as well. And when Jafar smirks and compliments him on such, he can see a light in Aladdin's eyes and the faintest flicker of a smile, and he wonders whether anyone has appreciated these talents before.
The boy is fascinated by magic. He watches in desirous awe as Jafar weaves his enchantments, whenever they may be necessary, watches the hungering search for power. Perhaps it rubs off on him, after a while, because he asks if he can. Jafar replies no, and the boy's brows furrow in anger, but then the vizier adds that he may request things of his master, if he works well enough, and Aladdin seems to accept it. To understand the deal.
He works well. Hard. And when Jafar tells him to get to his knees and take the sorceror's cock in his mouth, he hesitates for barely more than a second. And though there is not finesse there, there are clearly ideas, and he knows instinctively where is good to touch in a way that the sheltered princess never would have done. Eventually, Jafar gifts him with release, those long clever fingers wrapped around the street rat's shaft and whispering in his ear what a good boy Aladdin is, until the boy gasps and writhes and comes hard across the sheets.
Occasionally he catches the boy still staring at the Princess, from afar and wonderingly. But such moments become fewer, further between, and they will pass in time. After all, she does nothing but ignore him, or sneer vaguely in his presence whilst in the midst of another of her bursts of temper. And to set this against the wonder of Jafar who saved him from death and poverty and the heartless streets... well, it is no wonder that there is no contest.
And late at night, sated and sleepy, Aladdin will whisper his thanks and Jafar will smile darkly to himself. Because it is so much easier, after all, to have a willing pet.
Thank you! *flattered* I was worried that it wouldn't quite seem right; neither slash nor willing submissives are my usual fare, lol! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
Slutty-Aladdin-bottom is like crack, like sweet, delicious crack.
I feel like I need fanart, some serious fanart. The whole golden-collar thing begs for an expanded image. Jasmine is mean in this one. :( I love the last line, it was just perfect.
"What a good boy Aladdin is..." makes me die a little inside. In a good way. :D
I am back, if only because I smelt some good slash-a cooking.
Lmao, the scent of slash wafts out from the internet~
I wish I could draw. But sadly, a stick figure with a collar is not the finest of work... XD
It comes to something when the phrase, "I'm working on blowjobs" actually comes into my head. Writing them, damn it. Oh internet, what hast thou done to me?!
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He would do anything, he said, to get out of the chains. To have a second chance at living.
Well then, Jafar said, come with me.
He has his suspicions as to why the boy agrees, of course, why he allows the fine gold collar to be placed around his neck and the magic to bind it there. The grimace on Aladdin's face tells that there is still conflict. But Jafar can imagine the desperation of the streets, the thwarted ambitions, the hunger gnawing away at the pit of your stomach day after day, and besides, he knows that the princess will not look twice at a slave except in pity.
Even so, he is pleasantly surprised. The boy runs errands willingly, without -- it seems -- resentment, and he makes a fine spy and theif as well. And when Jafar smirks and compliments him on such, he can see a light in Aladdin's eyes and the faintest flicker of a smile, and he wonders whether anyone has appreciated these talents before.
The boy is fascinated by magic. He watches in desirous awe as Jafar weaves his enchantments, whenever they may be necessary, watches the hungering search for power. Perhaps it rubs off on him, after a while, because he asks if he can. Jafar replies no, and the boy's brows furrow in anger, but then the vizier adds that he may request things of his master, if he works well enough, and Aladdin seems to accept it. To understand the deal.
He works well. Hard. And when Jafar tells him to get to his knees and take the sorceror's cock in his mouth, he hesitates for barely more than a second. And though there is not finesse there, there are clearly ideas, and he knows instinctively where is good to touch in a way that the sheltered princess never would have done. Eventually, Jafar gifts him with release, those long clever fingers wrapped around the street rat's shaft and whispering in his ear what a good boy Aladdin is, until the boy gasps and writhes and comes hard across the sheets.
Occasionally he catches the boy still staring at the Princess, from afar and wonderingly. But such moments become fewer, further between, and they will pass in time. After all, she does nothing but ignore him, or sneer vaguely in his presence whilst in the midst of another of her bursts of temper. And to set this against the wonder of Jafar who saved him from death and poverty and the heartless streets... well, it is no wonder that there is no contest.
And late at night, sated and sleepy, Aladdin will whisper his thanks and Jafar will smile darkly to himself. Because it is so much easier, after all, to have a willing pet.
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Slutty-Aladdin-bottom is like crack, like sweet, delicious crack.
I feel like I need fanart, some serious fanart. The whole golden-collar thing begs for an expanded image. Jasmine is mean in this one. :( I love the last line, it was just perfect.
"What a good boy Aladdin is..." makes me die a little inside. In a good way. :D
I am back, if only because I smelt some good slash-a cooking.
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I wish I could draw. But sadly, a stick figure with a collar is not the finest of work... XD
It comes to something when the phrase, "I'm working on blowjobs" actually comes into my head. Writing them, damn it. Oh internet, what hast thou done to me?!
So yeah... working on slash. XD
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