Date: Sun, 14 Mar 1999 13:17:40 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Sheik of Desire, Chapter 7

			    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