It was a great day - a day of falconry. They left before dawn. The falcon was carried separately in a cage tied to the saddle. We were not going fast. The desert was just beginning to wake up from sleep. The sun was rising in the east. The sky was colored by its rays.
Arshad put on a large
leather glove on his right hand, they brought him a falcon with a cap on his
head and a chain on his leg, which was fastened to the glove.
Having put the falcon on
his glove, Arshad moved forward, all the others followed him. Kai kept to the
right, slightly behind, realizing that he should not go in front of the Sheikh.
There were about thirty
riders in total, at first they rode at a trot, then went into a gallop. Arshad
vigilantly scanned the space ahead, at last, he saw a point in the already blue
sky. Without stopping the horse, he unfastened the chain on the bird's leg and
took off the cap from it. The falcon instantly saw the victim and soared up. It
was beautiful and so exciting.
They spurred their horses,
trying not to lose sight of the falcon flying towards its prey.
An eternal drama unfolded
in the azure blue of the sky: the hunter and the victim. Here the chances were
equal. The victim also saw the falcon and soared upward, and then began to
maneuver, changing the angles of flight. The falcon kept up with it, took aim,
and finally made a throw. Together they fell from heaven.
The riders screamed and
rushed to the place of their fall. There, a falcon was sitting on the sand,
clutching still the warm body of its prey. The riders whirled around them,
continuing to scream. There was noise and chaos.
Arshad jumped off the
horse, put a cap on the falcon, and put it on his arm, fastening a chain on its
leg, then bent down and lifted the carcass of a bird by its paws, from whose
chest a scarlet trickle of blood was flowing. Arshad triumphantly lifted it,
everyone around again shouted in a greeting. Arshad's eyes were burning, he was
in the heat of the race and the adrenaline because of the caught prey. He
looked with his eyes for the one whose eyes he wanted to see now and saw -
these eyes were sad, the face bewildered. The young man lowered his gaze and
turned his horse away from Arshad, immediately hiding behind the backs of the
other riders.
Arshad was confused, froze,
then called the servants, handed them the falcon from his hand, and jumped on
his horse. He found him a little to the side, looking into the distance of the
desert.
"What's wrong?"
Arshad drove up close to him and looked into those sad eyes.
"You know, I read so
much about such a hunt and really wanted to see everything myself ... but now
when I've seen the red blood on a dying bird ... I've realized that I do not
want this. Sorry…"
Kai touched the sides of
the horse and walked slowly to the side. Arshad looked at him, realizing the
meaning of what he had said.
"Wait!" he caught
up with him, their legs were touching, so close now their horses were walking
with each other.
Arshad suddenly hugged him
around the waist and held his hand there. Kai threw up his head and faced the
very strange look that Arshad was looking at him with. In those impenetrable
dark eyes, there was something that frightened Kai.
He tried to move away, but
the hand at his waist was holding him too tightly.
Arshad saw this fear in his
eyes, but he also saw his lips, which were too close, his breath, his smell -
intoxicating vanilla with chocolate. Arshad inhaled and touched his lips with
his lips.
Just a fleeting touch.
Arshad removed his hand and pulled away from him.
"If you don’t like it,
I don’t want to force you to be present on such a hunt. Don't worry, I'll hunt
without you. Do you mind just riding?"
"Yes."
Kai was still in a strange
state, not understanding how to evaluate what Arshad had done now. It was too
difficult for him to understand. He clearly could not attribute this to a
friendly action. What then?..
Kai saw Arshad spur his
horse and galloped forward. He followed him. This galloping - flying over the
desert - made it possible for him to forget about everything! They galloped,
overtaking each other, laughing and fooling around. Now everything was clear
and understandable to Kai, but he forbade himself to think about what had
happened before ...
On this day, after
returning from the hunt, they had lunch, and then Kai was taken by Maksud to
make him beautiful. However, he allowed him to spend several hours in the
library, then before going to bed, Kai played with the console and fell fast
asleep after such an active day.
***
The next morning, Maksud
woke him up and said that Arshad was waiting for him for a horse ride. Kai
jumped out of bed with joy and, hurrying and scolding Maksud for his careful
dressing, finally went towards the stables.
Now their escort was not so
numerous. There were ten riders in total. Immediately leaving the gates of the
palace, they took a very fast pace of riding. Basically, they walked at a
gallop, moving a little to a trot, then they walked, giving the horses a rest,
then again they made them move in a gallop.
Kai realized that Arshad
loved such intense horseback riding in the morning. It was a joy to him.
Therefore, they briskly galloped in a race or stirrup to stirrup. Having met
the morning so well, they returned before the onset of the heat.
Kai unsaddled his horse
himself. Arshad did not interfere with him, on the contrary, he was there. They
again discussed their favorite topic - horses. After completing everything with
the horse, Kai took it into the stall, where the hay lay. The horse rushed to
it and, crunching, began to swallow.
Kai turned to leave the
stall and saw that Arshad was standing right in front of him. He stepped back,
but immediately rested his back against the wall of the stall. Instantly
Arshad's hands were on both sides of him, and Arshad's face began to approach.
Kai froze, unable to look into his burning eyes and see in them what he was so
afraid to see. He watched the horse eating hay at their feet. He felt Arshad's
breath on his temple, the imperceptible touch of his lips cracked from sand to
his cheek, then again his breath on the earlobe, then again on his cheek, and a
light touch to his lips.
Kai didn't know what to do.
He just stood there, forgetting to even breathe.
Arshad's hand lay on his
shoulder and very slowly crawled down his arm, then felt his palm. He took his
hand in his, squeezed it.
"Well, why have you
petrified? Come on, let's have breakfast!"
Arshad went to the exit
from the stall, dragging Kai by the hand.
Kai again forbade himself
to think about it, he just walked, and then, sitting at the table, ate, trying
not to meet Arshad's eyes.
Then the Sheikh, referring
to the deeds, left, and Kai followed Maksud, who noticed his strange detached
condition.
Only reading books in the
library helped Kai to distract himself from what he was afraid to remember.
In the evening, Maksud
informed Kai that tomorrow morning he would have another horse ride in the
company of Arshad.
***
Riding on horseback, Kai
forgot about the sad thoughts that began to visit him after such a strange
behavior of the Sheikh. On horseback, he generally forgot about everything.
Returning to the stable, this time he did not occupy himself with the horse,
immediately went with everyone towards the palace, Arshad caught this change
but did not say anything, only said that he was waiting for him at the table.
After breakfast in the
company of Gifar and Maksud, Arshad again left to do business. Kai went to the
library and became interested in reading.
Now he was reading Imagawa
Yoshimoto, the commander of Suruga, who in 1560 with an army of twenty-seven
thousand went to Kyoto and was defeated by Oda Nobunaga at the Battle of
Okehazama, where he died. All this was written in hieroglyphs; Kai was carried
away so that only the touch of hands on his shoulders took him out of the
battlefield at Okehazama.
Kai shuddered.
"I didn't mean to
scare you," hot breath burned the guy's ear.
Arshad bent over him,
standing behind his chair.
"Oh," Arshad saw
the hieroglyphs in front of Kai, "is it interesting?"
"Yes.
Extremely."
"And what is it
about?" Arshad again approached Kai's ear and now slightly touched the
lobe with his lips, then transferred light touches to the neck.
"About Warlord Surugi,
who subdued Hojo in Sagami and Oda in Owari," Kai felt the breath, a
strange shiver ran through his body.
"I’m glad you’re
attracted to such things. And what else is interesting there?" Arshad
continued to touch him with light kisses.
"These are the best
days of the Imagawa clan during their alliance with the Hojo," Kai's voice
broke off as he felt the heat of a kiss on his neck, which sent goosebumps down
his body.
"Go on,"
whispered Arshad, now touching his lips to the guy's ear.
"You’re not
interested," Kai didn’t know what to do now, so he just sat holding on to
the table.
"Yes, maybe now I'm a
little indifferent..." he touched his lips to Kai's hair, inhaled its
aroma, then straightened. That was a cocoa smell, how it inebriated him!
Because of it, Arshad's voice was now hoarse and low.
Then Kai felt the fingers
touch his hair again, very gently, neatly.
"I thought it was
soft, silky," Arshad passed Kai's elusive curls through his fingers, which
again took the form of curls.
Kai sat, felt Arshad's hand
caressing his curls, twisting them around the fingers, and then letting go.
Then he squeezed the hair
and pulled it towards himself, Kai's head lifted, and Arshad, bending down
sharply, touched the lips.
Kai shook his head and
lowered his face.
Arshad froze, then
laughed and left the library.
Kai looked at the open book
in front of him and realized that he did not see the inscriptions, he put his
hands on it and dropped his head.
Now everything was so
obvious that deceiving himself was already foolish. He got up, left the
library, went to his room, wandered aimlessly onto the veranda, and, feeling
that his legs were not supporting him, sat down on the floor, pressing himself
against the wall. He found cigarettes and a lighter in the pocket.
Maksud was against his
smoking, but at the same time brought cigarettes for him at his request. Kai
practically did not smoke, but now he needed it.
He dragged on, trying to
calm the complete mess in his head and deal with what was happening.
So, what became clear as
day was Arshad's intentions towards him.
"But what are the
intentions?"
When Kai tried to remember
everything he knew about such a relationship, an illustrative picture, arranged
for him by Prokhor, when his boys raped a guy, emerged in his mind. But there
was something completely different! No one then kissed that guy so tenderly and
breathed in his ear, they violated him there, harshly, roughly, without
preludes.
What Arshad was doing now
was incomprehensible to him. After all, if he wanted to deal with him, like the
guys of Prokhor with that guy, then Arshad only needed to give the order, and
he would be undressed and tied with his ass up.
Then why did Arshad do all
this if he only needed his ass?
Kai realized that his head
was a complete mess. On the one hand, like in a kaleidoscope, pictures of rape
that he had seen appeared, on the other hand, Arshad, his actions were not unpleasant
to him. They were rather incomprehensible.
Kai tried to combine rape
pictures with the image of Arshad, it meant ... it meant nothing!
He lit a cigarette again.
"Maybe Arshad thinks
I'm a girl? Of course, all these earrings, eyes, brocade, silk. No, do I
believe myself? Who is the girl? Arshad is not a moron to think that ... "
He started another
cigarette.
"But why does he pay
attention to me as if I am a girl?" Kai finally said what he was afraid to
voice even mentally for himself.
"Arshad pays attention
to me! That is, he is going after me, seduces. But I'm a guy! And he's a guy!
What stupidity!"
Kai heard footsteps. Maksud
came out onto the veranda. He saw Kai, went up to him, squatted down, lifted
the chin with his hand, looked into the eyes.
Kai saw that Maksud knew a
lot. But he could not be angry with Maksud. In this man's eyes, he saw
sincerity and kindness to himself.
"Come with me,"
Maksud took his hand and pulled him up. "Now there are two not very
pleasant things for you. But you have to find out about them."
Kai tensed. In addition to
everything that had already happened, there were two more unpleasant things -
in one day it was too much!
"Well, don't be so
scared. It's not so scary. Let's go. Now you will understand everything
yourself."
Maksud walked down the
corridors, holding Kai by the elbow.
Passing numerous halls and
stairs, they went out to the inner courtyard, there they went down the stairs
to another one, then to another, and there Kai saw three people sitting on the
ground, one boy and two girls.
He realized what attracted
him to them. They were beautiful, very beautiful, but they had no hands.
Instead, there were bandaged stumps.
Kai froze. Maksud took his
elbow tighter and began to speak in a slightly strange, distant voice:
"The great Sheikh
Arshad is the son of the great and almighty Sheikh Harib, may Allah prolong his
years. Just like his father, he is a representative of the ancient clan of
sheiks. The Almighty Himself blessed this clan for reign. No mortal can touch
the Great Sheikh Arshad. Those who violate this law are punished by cutting off
their hands! Only in this way can they wash away the sacrilege that they have
committed!" Maksud waited for a pause and added more calmly. "Great
Arshad can be touched only if he permits it himself."
Now Kai understood
everything: who these beautiful young people were and why they did not have
hands. He felt sick, Maksud squeezed his elbow harder, feeling that the guy was
shaking.
"And what will happen
to them now?" Kai turned to Maksud.
"The helicopter will
take them to the city. Their fate has already been decided. There are brothels
where clients like these cripples. They have everything else to work
there."
Kai began to turn deathly
pale in front of Maksud's eyes. The man pulled him to himself and, hugging him
around the waist, led him back.
Kai didn't resist. He
walked, realizing that he was not ready to learn and see this.
Then he remembered that
Maksud spoke about the second not very pleasant news for him.
"And what is the
second thing?"
"You will find out
now."
Maksud finally led him to
the inner chambers and, passing through the next corridors and halls, they
entered a room that corresponded to a well-equipped medical office.
Maksud sat Kai in a chair
and sat down next to him. The doctor came in, judging by the white coat he was
wearing. He greeted them and immediately, without any explanation, turned on
the plasma panel on the wall, where the video went, which he began to comment
on, leading the pointer over the screen.
Kai turned from pale to red
from a rush of blood to his face after the first seconds of this video. There
they showed a detailed section of the male anus, from a medical point of view
they explained the passage of food through the stomach, then its accumulation in
the intestines and exit in processed form.
Further, he spoke in great
detail about the function of the enema, how it works, and how long this effect
lasts afterward.
It was a medical film,
but Kai guessed why he was shown it.
The screen went blank. The
doctor turned his gaze to Kai.
"I will help you with
bowel flushing."
Kai wanted to jump up, but
Maksud restrained him.
"You can do it
yourself if you promise me that you will do it."
"Are you going to
check?" Kai asked in a trembling voice."
"I am glad that you
still have a sense of humor," this made Maksud laugh, then he became very
serious. "If you promise me to do this, I will believe you and will not
check."
By the tone in which it was
said, Kai knew that, despite the absurdity of what was happening, Maksud was
not joking. He tried to imagine Maksud's verification of the fulfillment of his
promise, and he again felt bad. And then he remembered the guy who was raped by
the bros of Prokhor, who then from his ass, in addition to blood and sperm,
also sh*t flowed out. Now he knew why and what kind of flushing the thug was
talking about then.
It would be better for him
to do this enema to himself than the sh*t would flow from the *ss.
"I promise I will do
it."
"Regularly! Your
bathroom will have everything for this. You must always be clean. It is useful
for hygienic purposes."
"I promise," Kai
realized that the hygiene goals here were very different. But he did not say
anything to Maksud. He wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.
"You've said that there are only two bad pieces of news, I hope that's
all."
"Yes, all. Let's
go."
Maksud got up and as if
nothing had happened left the office, also leading Kai under the elbow.
"Where are we
going?"
"It's time for you to
take a bath."
Kai didn't argue. Now he
didn't care. There were too many things. But most importantly, he was never
able to figure out and understand for himself what was happening in his life.
***
That evening, after all the
baths and rubbing, Kai was dressed strangely. Previously, he had not been
dressed like that: too thin trousers, a translucent tunic on top, then a thin
belt, then a dressing gown, again too thin and transparent, then again a belt,
again a dressing gown, a little denser. They put on beautiful, oriental-style
sandals without heels. There were bracelets on his hands, earrings in his ears,
and strings of pearls hung around his neck. A young man came and began to put
on mascara, shadows, gloss on his lips.
"Maksud, am I going
somewhere?"
"Yes. You will find
out everything," Maksud answered calmly, watching the process of the guy's
transformation.
Kai first decided to ask
again, but what for? If soon he found out everything himself. Trying to resist
such dressing was also stupid - with so many servants and wonderful tinctures
of Maksud, they would tie him up, give him a drink, and then he definitely
would be trapped. Better to be conscious and remember everything.
When Maksud was convinced
of the guy's beauty, as he called it himself, they walked along the corridors
in the direction of the night half of the palace.
Kai didn't allow himself to
think about it ... he just walked.
Maksud led him into a room
too large for a bedroom, but in the center was a huge bed with red canopies
hanging from it. A luxurious red carpet covered the entire space. On it there
lay cushions of silk with gold ornaments. Low soft armchairs and sofas stood
against the walls. On an elegant table, there were fruits, oriental sweets, and
various drinks. Half of the wall was decorated with a mirror, and another one
was on the ceiling.
In general, the situation
did not inspire optimistic thoughts about what they were doing here.
Maksud led him to the
center of the room and bowed out.
Kai drove all thoughts away
again. He just stood there and waited. He heard footsteps, turned around.
It was Arshad. The Sheikh
was wearing clothes similar to those that were now on Kaya. Kai decided that
this was some variation of the nightgown adopted here.
At first, Arshad froze,
looking him from head to toe, then began to approach - softly, smoothly.
Kai was frightened by
Arshad's eyes, they were too frank in his desire. He retreated, but Arshad made
a dash and embraced him. The man hugged, felt that the guy was not twitching,
let go. Arshad moved his hands from the guy's back to the shoulders, then began
stroking them, then going down to the elbows, then again rising to the
shoulders.
He touched Kai's chin with
his hand, ran over it, lifted it, and began to lean towards his lips.
"Arshad, don't,"
Kai breathed into his lips.
"You are so beautiful,
my Desert Rose," Arshad's lips touched his lips.
"Don't," Kai
tried to twitch, but immediately felt that he was enclosed in an iron embrace.
"A beautiful Rose of
the Desert ..." Arshad's lips almost covered his lips.
Kai put two hands forward and
rested on Arshad's chest, and then remembered that he had done something that
these same hands must be cut off for.
He turned pale, looked up.
Arshad's gaze was deathly black.
"Do you know how it is
punished?"
"Yes," Kai
whispered, dropping his hands, trying not to touch him anymore.
Arshad released him, took a
step back, and continued to look. Kai stood pale and confused, realizing that
losing two hands when you just start living was very scary.
"Lay on the bed!"
Kai, in a state of
frustration, wandered over to the side of the bed and lay down on it.
Arshad sat down next to
him, took the guy's hand in his.
"You have very
beautiful hands," - he examined Kai's hand, "such thin fingers,"
then the Sheikh brought the guy's hand up and fastened the handcuff on the
wrist. He did the same with the second hand.
Kai did not notice that
this bed was also equipped with all sorts of devices in advance.
"I will forgive you
for your act. But remember - this is the first and last time," then
Arshad's voice softened, "for this, you will give me a kiss."
"I cannot."
"Why?"
Kai turned away. Arshad
turned his chin.
"Why?" he looked
into Kai's eyes.
"Men cannot kiss
each other."
"Why? You are saying
nonsense."
"Arshad, I'm not a
girl. Why don't you kiss a girl?"
"I want to kiss
you."
"It is not right. I
can't kiss you."
Arshad caught the guy's
chin again, turned the face towards himself.
"Have you ever kissed
a guy?"
Seeing the answer in Kai's
eyes, Arshad let go of his chin, his face expressed amazement.
"You are so handsome. Why
haven't you ever kissed a guy?"
"You mustn't kiss
guys," Kai replied stubbornly again.
"Have you been brought
up in a monastery?"
"No."
Arshad fell silent again,
thoughtfully began to run his fingers over Kai's face, traced the thin line of
his nervously compressed lips.
"Okay, but you're
interested in trying how it happens?"
"No. Not
interested."
"How intractable you
are. Then it is even more interesting for me to kiss you for the first time in
your life."
Arshad bent down sharply,
Kai turned away, twitched, feeling that the handcuffs were holding him tightly.
Arshad laughed. Apparently,
the whole situation amused him very much. He began to catch the face of Kai,
who turned away from his lips now to the right, then to the left, and then
Arshad's lips fell into his cheeks, cheekbones, neck, and the man kissed him
and then again resumed trying to catch his lips.
Kai knew that if Arshad
wanted, he would just do it. But, apparently, Arshad was amused by this game.
Then Arshad climbed onto
the bed and sat on top of Kai's thighs, thereby completely depriving him of the
opportunity to wriggle on the bed. Now it was much more comfortable for him,
hanging over his face, catching his lips.
Arshad was in no hurry, he
liked it. Kai, on the other hand, was already tired of this pointless game.
"Are you tired of
spinning around and running away from me?"
Kai threw a haunted look at
Arshad.
"But I'm not tired.
The night is long - let's play some more," and Arshad again began to hunt
for his lips.
Having tortured Kai in this
way, he straightened up again and looked at him.
"Give me just one kiss
and I'll let you go today. Let's come to an agreement?"
Kai understood that if he
did not agree now, then Arshad would simply take this kiss himself. But the
prospect that this was all for today pleased Kai very much.
"Will you let me
go?" he asked hopefully.
"Do you doubt the
words of the Great Sheikh?"
"Kiss!" Kai
breathed doom and, closing his eyes, prepared his lips for the kiss with the
look of a man who decided on a desperate act.
Arshad again ran his
fingers over the guy's lips and slowly approached them, then began to gently
bite them. Kai felt his breath, then his tongue, which penetrated between his
teeth and began to touch his tongue very gently - it was pleasant to Kai, strange,
unexpected ...
Kai, without even realizing
it, opened his mouth, and then Arshad hungrily kissed him with such passion,
with such desire ...
Kai gasped at the kiss, his
body twisted from the wave of heat he felt inside him. No one had ever kissed him
in such a way, and he had never kissed anyone like that, he did not even know
that this was possible.
The room began to blur, a
strange wave went through the body again, the muscles became amorphous, it
seemed to him that he was melting in the sun and spreading into a shapeless
mass.
Arshad was kissing, coming
off only for breaths of air, and then falling to his lips with a renewed
passion ...
How long this went on, he
did not remember. Everything suddenly disappeared and dissolved in his mind,
only these lips remained, which were so hot and gave forbidden caresses, and
then everything disappeared. And something like a groan of disappointment flew
from Kai's lips ...
He opened his eyes,
suddenly feeling that he no longer felt those lips, which turned out to be so
intoxicating.
Arshad looked at him with a
strange smile. Then he unfastened the handcuffs, examined the guy's wrists,
there were traces of metal on them.
"And was it worth it
to twitch? A silly boy ... you felt good," he breathed into his lips.
Then he got up and left the
room.
Kai just lay, it seemed to
him that he was a jellyfish in the sand, an amorphous mass. Moreover, the same
mass was in the head. Or rather, there was nothing there at all.
He heard footsteps - it was
Maksud who helped him to get up. Then he detachedly followed Maksud along the
corridors of the palace.
Already going to bed, he
looked at Maksud for the first time with a meaningful look.
- Give me, please,
something from your wonderful tinctures to sleep.
Maksud, as always, smiled
knowingly.
Making sure that Kai fell
asleep, Maksud went to Arshad.
"Great Arshad, whom
would you wish for your chambers today?"
"That's enough,
Maksud! Nobody's here. Can you talk normally?" Arshad said this with mock
irritation. " I would not wish anyone. I'll go to sleep. By the way,
please give me one of your wonderful tinctures for sleep.
Maksud, as always, smiled
at understanding.
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