SHEIK OF DESIRE, #7
CHASTITY BELT
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Jezreel looked at Pavel, and it was the look of a stranger. Pavel's soul rejected this look, and he repeated, "Jezreel!"
Jezreel looked again and said formally, "I greet the third mate of Mahmoud bin-Hadid."
Pavel turned to Mahmoud. "Is this what you meant when you said you were to be the one to greet us?"
"Yes, we arranged to meet at the oasis." Mahmoud said quite readily. "When I saw Rashid there, I held back to see if there was to be treachery involved. But Jezreel came directly to me after contacting my man with Rashid and I arranged for your liberation from Rashid's clutches."
"What happened to him?" Pavel asked. "If you killed any of them...."
"But killing is not our way." Mahmoud said. "I defeated Rashid and claimed the usual prizes for my raid. Thus I weaken him until he is no longer a threat to me, and also bind him to me by taking of his younger relatives to be my concubines." Mahmoud looked over at Jezreel. "But I have another to marry now, if you will but leave us alone. My servants will show you to your new quarters, third husband."
Pavel turned and stormed out, not wanting to hear the words, but hearing them anyway. "I, Mahmoud bin-Hadid, take thee for my own...."
"Come with me, O Sheik Al-Fajr." fawned a servant which thankfully drowned out the rest of the sounds.
Pavel kept walking and the servant had to run up and catch his arm. "This way, please, third husband of my Master."
He had to escape. He needed help. "Take me to Jethro...to my guard." Pavel ordered.
"At once." the servant said. "He awaits you in your quarters with your servant."
Pavel didn't give those words any import, but he followed the servant to a tent of goodly size, about the size of Rashid's tent, and went inside.
Jethro was there, sitting, eating from a familiar-looking bowl. With him was... "Jassem!" Pavel said.
Jassem stood up and bowed low. "Greetings, Master." he said. "Third husband of Mahmoud bin-Hadid."
"Please don't remind me of that!" Pavel said feelingly. "Jethro, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Jethro said. "They put me in this tent and this young fellow came along just in time." Jethro grinned at Jassem, who flushed slightly, and Pavel knew what Jassem had been just in time for. "Then they brought up this stuff." Jethro gestured. "Not bad at all, the way they treat prisoners here."
"We're not prisoners." Pavel said. "Well, we are, but it's more complicated than that."
"What do you mean?" Jethro frowned. "Either you're trapped here or you're not."
"I just got married to Mahmoud." Pavel said. "Which means he isn't going to like it if I take off all of a sudden."
"Why'd you marry him?" Jethro said, baffled.
"I didn't...that is, I thought... Oh, just call it a mix-up in communication." Pavel said. "But now I'm his third husband and you're here as my personal guard and...and I don't know why Jassem is here."
"My father lost the battle with Mahmoud. In order to seal the breach, I was given to Mahmoud for a concubine." Jassem suddenly rushed the next words, as if he had said something wrong, or the wrong way. "But the moment I learned you were here, I begged to become your servant instead. Mahmoud granted it. So we may continue to be together. I belong to you now, not to him. I am his wedding gift to you. I said you would be pleased. Are you pleased?" His face became eager.
Pavel couldn't help but smile at the gentle spirit before him. "I'm glad you're here, yes." he said.
"So you and I can be together, with this wonderful guard of yours." Jassem said. "And when Mahmoud has no need of you, we can pleasure each other. It is not marriage, but it is well enough."
"I don't understand." Pavel said.
"This is where we got in his explaining things to me, just before you came in." Jethro said. "Apparently he and you are the only guys I'm allowed to fool around with."
"Mates of the Master are assigned servants to take care of their needs when the Master is not available." Jassem said. "Jethro already belongs to you, as now do I, and your other guard and wazir when they come here."
Pavel knew who Jassem meant by "wazir." "Jezreel, no." Pavel said solemnly. "Mahmoud has taken another husband this very day. Jezreel was to lead me to Mahmoud, and in return, he gets to be Mahmoud's fourth husband."
"I see." Jassem was untroubled by the treachery. "He has gained status at your expense. But Mahmoud is a powerful man, well able to care for both of you. You will want for nothing the rest of your life here with him. You are to be honored to belong to such a powerful man, for he has united the tribes and earned the title of Sultan."
"But he just attacked your own father!" Pavel was continually baffled. "Doesn't that bother you? I mean, you were turned over as tribute!"
"All is as Allah wills." Jassem said reverently. "We are together as I wished. My father is not Sultan as he wanted, but he is still alive and well. You are the husband of a powerful sultan. What more could we ask, for Allah is just, and it is not wise to presume too much on his generosity."
"We could ask for a way out of here!" Jethro said vehemently. "Now how do we do it? I say we make a break and start climbing those mountains. If the angels are looking for us, they can find us there just as easily as here."
"I'm with you." Pavel said. "We're heading towards Medina Jadeed, according to Mahmoud. After he finishes fucking Jezreel, that is." he added savagely.
"Then we'll go along for now." Jethro agreed. "Wait for a chance to steal horses or some of those other things, and plow across the mountains."
"We'll have to move soon." Pavel said. "I'm due to be impregnated by Mahmoud by this time tomorrow."
Jethro's eyes widened but the conversation was cut off by the entrance of three men. "Greetings, O Sheik Al-Fajr, we have come to make you ready for your travels." He held out in front of him an odd band. Not cloth, it seemed to be alive!
"What is that?"
"Your travel belt, Master's third husband." the man said. "Please disrobe and don this."
"I shall dress him in it." Jassem stepped up and took the belt as if he was familiar with it. "Go outside and ready his mount."
The man gave a bow with a curious circling motion of his right hand at his chest, and backed out.
"What is that thing?" Pavel asked.
"What he said." Jassem pointed out. "As your servants, Jethro and I will be given a mount to ride together, but Mahmoud will insist that you ride with one of his own men. In order to protect your virtue, you must wear this belt in order that you will not ravished during the ride."
"But...Mahmoud said the trip would take hours!" Pavel protested. "Am I supposed to do without sex all that time?"
"The belt will take care of you while warding your virtue." Jassem said. "Please, lower your clothing and I will place this on you properly."
Pavel grumbled but undid his trousers. Now that he saw it closer, he saw that it had a fine fur, much like a grunkel and pulsed as it neared his groin. Pavel saw a small opening appear in the middle of the band, and it telescoped out not quite like a mouth reaching for him, but that hole slid over his cock and Jassem wrapped the band around him and it snuggled in, slid what felt like a flat tentacle around between his legs and attached itself, fattened up until it was shaped like a pair of underwear, and not that much bulkier. Pavel felt a tingling on his cock. "Mmm, that does feel good." he admitted.
Jassem pulled back up Pavel's trousers over the creature, did not fasten them; they would not fasten with the creature in place. "Come, Jethro, we must make ready for our own ride." Jassem said. "No, Master, you must stand still and not help. Such work is beneath you."
"Wish my fathers had thought like that." Pavel smiled. He felt almost silly, and realized that part of it was this creature attached to his waist and groin. It was massaging his balls now! Not urgently, or even aggressively, just like it wanted to make him feel good. And it was!
Jassem and Jethro had gathered together most of the tent's belongings when one of the men came back. "Come with us, Sheik Al-Fajr." he said. "You are to ride with me."
Following, Pavel looked at this man through the eyes of inflamed lust brought on by the pulsing thing on his body. Small, slender, a small beard brought into a sharp triangle at his chin, he wore a long jacket which flared widely at the bottom, and trousers of some kind, loose but hardly baggy. The knife was prominent at his side, a large scimitar-shape to it but not as long as the sword.
He was led to one of the pinkish creatures, as he had hoped. The man turned and knelt, offered his hands, both of them cupped and Pavel realized, placed one foot into the hands and the man hauled him upwards. It wasn't graceful, Pavel was lifted nearly straight up, and the man grunted with the effort, but Pavel ended up atop the creature. The man retreated a few steps, ran and leapt and was astride the creature in front of Pavel, smoothly.
"Hold tightly to me, third husband of my Master." the man cautioned. "The ride of the sukhusan is rough until it reaches its stride."
"Is that what it's called?" Pavel smiled, wrapping his arms around the slim waist. "A sukhusan?" [Note: Pronounced sook-huh-sahn.]
"Yes, O Sheik." the man said genially. "Or you would say, the 'market horse'. We use it for carrying loads or pulling plows or..." the man seemed to reconsider his words. "...or such things. Like now, when two needs must travel together."
"It's all right." Pavel snuggled in tighter. "I wanted to try riding one of these anyway."
A keen filled the air and the man said. "We ride now."
Pavel clutched him even tighter and, his hands feeling the tight, rippled abs, they were moving.
Their camp was not nearly packed up, and Pavel saw that only a few of them were leaving. Mahmoud must be planning to get his captives to Medina and let the rest catch up later. He saw that Jethro and Jassem were on another of the sukhusans, Jassem guiding it. Near them were a pair of horses mounted by guards, Mahmoud wasn't trusting them to ride along willingly. He looked and another pair of horses with riders were next to him, they grinned at him. Pavel grinned back. He really was feeling very good, with that odd creature holding his hardening pud tightly and now beginning to pulse along it. Still not sex, but getting there, getting there. Mahmoud was in the lead, Pavel could see. Then came some six of the guards, riding horses. Then came his own mount flanked by the guards, and behind them was Jassem. Behind them were a dozen more guards. They were not escaping on this trip!
Pavel found he didn't want to escape particularly. He was feeling nice, holding tightly to the man's waist while this creature milked at him. Pavel could feel his cock jutting out the green blanket-like creature, and it must be jabbing the back of the man in front of him.
"Are you comfortable?" Pavel asked. "Should I scoot back a little?"
"No need, O Sheik." the man said. "I am often chosen to guide the sukhusans while the husbands of the Sultan ride behind me. Let the travel belt pleasure you until you may re-enter the Sultan's bed tonight in Medina Jadeed."
The man's jacket was only fastened in a couple of places, it was easy for Pavel to bring his hand up and slide it into the opening, find one of the man's nipples and pinch it lightly. He waited for some objection, but the man made no response. Pavel rubbed the man's breast and then he heard it, a slight groan of appreciation.
"But what of your pleasures?" Pavel asked cunningly. "Am I forbidden to even touch you while I wear the belt?"
"No!" the man nearly shouted. Then quieter. "No, you may...you may pleasure me with your hands or your legs. So long as I do not penetrate your body, I have not offended the bonds of your marriage."
A nice case of splitting legal hairs, Pavel felt, but it made some sense on this world. Islam seemed to have done an adept job of adapting to this world, he knew many members of other religions who were still unhappy at reconciling this world with their benevolent Creator who somehow didn't want them to enjoy themselves, at least in this way.
"Then I'm allowed to do this?" Pavel reached down and found that the trousers the man wore were not in fact full trousers, the jacket covered the fact that they were open in the front. He grasped the man's cock, curved much like the knife he wore, a sharp upwards curl so that it pointed upright without Pavel having to pull on it at all.
"Yes, O Sheik." the man groaned. "You may do that."
Pavel stroked it gently. "Am I allowed to do this, too?" he asked enticingly.
"Yes, third husband of my Master." the man groaned. "You may do that as well."
"Even this?" and Pavel pumped the man's prick hard and fast.
"Ye-e-e-s-s-s-s." the man hissed. "Even that. Yes, yes, that!"
Pavel felt the creature attached to him speed up its own assault on his cock. NOW it was milking at him in earnest, rapid pulsations that were reminiscent of Jethro's adroit ministrations.
Aram was groaning surprisingly loud and Pavel felt the thick joint heating up in his hand. He grinned and pounded the fat pud and Aram laid his head back on Pavel's shoulder; Pavel felt the side of the beard tickling his cheek and he turned and bit at the tip which was there, holding it in his teeth, freezing Aram in place while he stroked the broad pole with one hand and with the other, massaging the slender but muscled chest, to find that nipple and pinch it again, harder!
Aram groaned and writhed in his embrace and with a sudden burst of "Ah, ah, ah, ah-hah-ee!" he wailed as Pavel saw the white arcs of jism pelting the sukhusan's neck. It blithely ignored their actions, plodded stoically onward while Aram doused its skin with his come, pearl-white on the pink velvety hide.
Pavel felt his own passion rising in him and he released Aram's beard and groaned, "Oh, now it's my turn! Oh, oh!"
"Hold tight, O Sheik!" cautioned Aram. "Do not fall, I beg of you."
"Oh, oh, oh, huh-UH!" Pavel hunched against Aram's back, gaining at least the pleasure of the feel of Aram's back on his cock, though that feel was muffled by the rather thin creature gulping at his wads, and the thicker cloth of Aram's jacket. But it was a man in his arms, however inaccessible, he made do and rested his head on Aram's shoulder, gasping out his pleasure and then sucking back in his life, and the creature girdling his groin lay quiescent beneath him.
The guard to his left, a bigger, burlier man than Pavel's co-rider, looked at them and grinned widely. "It is easy to see why you prefer to shepherd the sukhusans, Aram!" he chided.
Aram merely smiled in response. "It is better than waiting for the break before the mid-morning prayer, Kamal." he agreed. "Not that you ever wait so long."
Pavel looked over and saw that Kamal was indeed clutching his cock and beating it as he guided his horse one-handed. Well, it made sense, on this world, how else would you ride a horse for long periods with the pink mist diving at you all the time?
"True, but unlike you, I have noticed the Sultan frowning at such a sight as yours." Kamal pointed out. "Enjoy your ride, Aram, for you'll be guiding sukhusans for a very, very long time." He chuckled and put some distance between their mounts.
Aram was silent while Pavel stroked his cock in consolation. "You are indeed the Sheik Al-Fajr as they have told me?" he asked at last, a bare whisper Pavel wouldn't have heard had he not been with his ear near Aram's mouth.
"I guess so." Pavel said. "My father is leader of the valley to the east of here."
"But you are not happy with your marriage to our Sultan?"
"No, I'm not." Pavel said.
"Then you will leave him soon." Aram stated, a fact not a question.
"If I can." Pavel admitted.
"Know that my knife is yours to command." Aram said. "So long as I may join you in your kingdom."
Pavel thought rapidly. He needed allies among the Sultan if he was to have any chance of getting home again. "Aram, you have got yourself a deal."
Aram briefly pressed his lips to Pavel's cheeks, a furtive gesture. "Then we are brothers. When the time comes, command me and I will obey." Aram shuffled and almost knocked Pavel's chin from his shoulder.
Pavel clung to Aram, almost afraid of this ally he had just made. He looked back, Jassem and Jethro were apparently getting along just fine. Kamal and the other guard were both masturbating freely. The current terrain was nearly perfectly flat. The mountains, beyond which lay home, seemed as far away as ever.
END OF CHAPTER 7