So, probably a week passed, maybe more. Nothing in his life changed, only on one of the evenings, instead of the usual evening concert, Maksud dressed him in other clothes and took him to that very room. Kai was very stressed about it.
Arshad immediately saw this tension on his face.
"What has happened, my beautiful rose? Don't you believe me? You have nothing to fear but yourself," the Sheikh smiled slyly, holding him by the waist.
"You see, this is all dressing, preparing ... Understand, I feel like a concubine who is being prepared ..."
"Do you like the surprise when they grab you and, without warning, drag you to bed?" Arshad smiled. "I will take into account your preferences in sex."
"Stop it! I didn't talk about that," he tried to break free from the embrace that was holding him down.
Arshad became serious.
"You see. I give the opportunity to relax, recover, dress slowly, prepare. All this is respect for whom I want to see. There is no need to perceive it differently. Okay?"
Kai did not have time to answer, as Arshad pulled the guy to him and began to kiss. At first, he had thoughts, then everything dissolved, and then he felt that the Sheikh removed him from himself and was waiting for him to find balance and be able to stand on his own.
Then Arshad let go of his shoulders and with a smooth movement took off his silk robe, which flowed to his feet. Then he began to untie the silk belt at his waist, which slid like a flowing snake, wrapping around Kai's hips and legs.
Then Arshad's hands moved to a translucent tunic, the buttons of which he began to unfasten.
"What are you doing? .." Kai's fingers convulsively grabbed the collar of his tunic.
"Quiet," bending to his lips and burning them with his breath, whispered Arshad. "You won't doubt the Sheikh's word?"
Kai caught a note of anger in his voice. He let go of the collar of the tunic and dropped his arms at the side.
"I just want to look at you," seeing the haunted gaze of a man who fell into a trap, he softened, "only half, will you allow me to?"
He continued to unbutton his tunic, then with a movement of his hand pulled it off his shoulders. Only light trousers remained on Kai, which, without a silk belt, slipped from the waist, exposing the stomach and thin hips.
Arshad pulled back a little and slowly began to walk around him, examining him. He ran his hand over the guy's body.
"I'll talk to Maksud about your feeding."
"You see, I'm thin and ugly, can I get dressed?"
"You are very beautiful, very ..."
Arshad approached him, and now he felt his hands everywhere on his body, while his lips tormented his own, and then kisses began to descend below - on the neck, collarbone, chest.
"Let's go," Arshad took his hand and pulled him towards the bed, " let's go, it's more comfortable there, otherwise you'll fall right here."
This embarrassed Kai, he, without raising his eyes, reached the bed, where a soft but confident hand pushed him and, placing him more comfortably, continued its movement along his body.
When Arshad's lips touched his nipple, he groaned, trying to pull away, slip out, stop it all. But it was impossible to escape. The sweet spasm rippled through his entire body. He didn't know that touching could cause it. Hands, lips, tongue - everything was on his body. He thrashed, wriggled, trying to stop it all, feeling that his body was responding and, on the contrary, was going towards these hands, lips, tongue. The remnants of the mind could no longer control what was happening at that moment. But when the mind returned into consciousness, hot lips pressed to his lips, and the imperious tongue made him forget about everything, only obey it.
Kai felt aroused, it was no longer possible to hide it.
"Let me go," he moaned plaintively, trying to slip out from under Arshad to hide his shame.
"What for?" Arshad answered with a mock incomprehension, pressing his hips against the guy's rising flesh and making movements with his hips up and down.
Kai groaned, could not even hold back, again tried to escape, but it was unrealistic. He again felt Arshad's lips on his nipples, his tongue passed over them, gently touching, then a slightly painful bite, from which he felt a sweet trembling, and again his tongue, which spread heat all over his body, and he realized that he was already on the verge.
"Let me go ... please ..."
"Will you go to the bath to solve your problems?"
"Let me go ..."
The tension was extreme, he languished under it, feeling like it was running out, leaving wet spots on the fabric of his trousers.
"I want to give you a gift. A sweet gift. Take it."
Kai did not understand what Arshad was talking about, his mind was leaving him, only waves of desire and painful cramps in the lower abdomen remained.
Through the veil, he saw two girls crawling onto the bed. They were lovely and practically naked. Arshad abruptly pulled away from him. But he did not have time to take advantage of his freedom. One girl passionately clung to his chest, continuing to do what the Sheikh had just done to him, and the second ...
He felt her hands and, at the same second, lips down there, where it was so painful and so excruciatingly pleasant, and he lost himself ...
It all happened too quickly, he was at the limit. Discharge has come. He flew away and did not even know how long he could not wake up. He never had such a vivid and strong feeling. What was it? Was it a long absence of sex, the skill of a girl, or such skillful foreplay? He lay and thought about it, but then again he felt the girls' hands on him, and thoughts were gone.
At what moment Arshad left, Kai then could not remember. He had a dim memory of that night. The girls did not lag behind him, and he did not expect that it was possible for so long, so bright and so much. Already before dawn, he fell asleep: first, he fell into another madness, and then into sleep.
Only at lunchtime, Kai woke up and with the help of Maksud got to the saving bathroom, where he tried to come to his senses. Also, with the help of Maksud, he reached the open veranda, where Arshad and Gifar were already having dinner.
Arshad looked him over with an appraising glance and was pleased with the results.
"Sit down, my beautiful rose. Are you satisfied with my gift?"
Kai believed that discussing such things in front of everyone was not entirely correct. But, apparently, Arshad did not care about such problems.
"Yes, very much," he averted his eyes and stared at the plate.
"Did you like the girls?"
"Yes!"
"It's good."
"And how are you able not to like them?" Kai was surprised, remembering this night.
"Anything can be. But then they will be punished."
Kai even choked.
"Do you punish for this?"
"Of course. They must be perfect. And I punish not only them but also Maksud because it is his job to supply me only worthy ones."
"I really liked them," Kai repeated once again, seeing that Arshad was serious in his words. Such wildness frightened him.
Lunch brought him to his senses, and reading in the library returned his thoughts and consciousness to normal, but in the evening everything repeated.
Arshad again mocked him, over his body, caressing him and watching how he responded to his caresses. Today, oil was used, with which the Sheikh smeared his hands and his body. The delicate aroma of oil with the scent of orange and cinnamon was crazy. Arshad's hands were everywhere, while the Sheikh remained dressed, and Kaya was wearing only thin trousers.
As it turned out, this was only the beginning of the sweet torture for that day.
Arshad, satisfied with his result, got out of bed and a second later returned with a saucer with pieces of ice on it.
At the sight of this, Kai tried to crawl away, but Arshad stopped his escape by pressing him to the bed. He took a piece of ice, looking at Kai's widening eyes, and then slowly touched it to the guy's hot skin. Kai sagged at the sudden change in sensation, bit his lip to muffle an escaping groan.
Arshad enjoyed this torture for a long time and how Kai responds to everything.
Seeing Kai's clouded eyes, Arshad looked into them, whispering:
"I will be affectionate with you, I will be very gentle, you will not be hurt. Let me continue ..."
Kai felt his hands on his thighs and then on his buttocks. His eyes met those of Arshad, who read the word "No" in them. Arshad was not upset, he only kissed his lips warmly, then again gave way to the girls who tormented him until dawn.
***
On the fifth night, the Sheikh entered, undressing Kai with his usual movement, leaving only light translucent trousers on him and, coming to the back, turned him to the mirror.
"Look at you," he whispered.
Kai looked up and saw himself and Arshad standing behind him, who slightly spread his arms to the sides and caressed his chest, stomach and hips. Kai dropped his eyes, embarrassed by what he saw, and only felt Arshad bite his neck, shoulders, shoulder blades. His tongue licked those bites, then again his teeth sank painfully into the body. At the same time, his hands played with the guy's nipples, fiddled with them, squeezed, and stroked with the pads of his fingers.
Kai began to get lost, the room was dissolving, he barely stood, his legs were bent, his heart was pounding, and waves of heat, running through his body, concentrated in the lower abdomen. And then he saw his trousers bulging out in front, hugging what had risen and now throbbed painfully.
He tried to twitch, but Arshad did not give up. He was pleased with the results of his work. He liked it, and he continued to bite Kai's neck, seeing that he was reaching the limit of this sweet suffering.
"Look at yourself, don't lower your eyes," he whispered to Kai again.
Kai raised his eyes in the mirror and pulled them away again, biting his lips to muffle involuntary moans. Then he heard a slight rustle of fabric and saw a girl entered the room, who, approaching inaudibly, knelt in front of him. He did not even have time to twitch, being grabbed from behind by Arshad's hands. The girl quickly lowered his trousers, and he, feeling the heat of her mouth, could no longer resist this hot tongue and how sweet he felt from her actions
He, brought to a peak by her, began to secrete sperm and hung exhaustedly in the arms of the Sheikh. The girl put his trousers back in place and quickly left. Arshad picked him up and carried him to the bed, enjoying his semi-conscious state, admiring him, and continuing his lovemaking.
"Why are you doing this?" Kai asked with a trembling voice.
"What?" Arshad ran his fingers over the sensitive skin, and Kai bent over from such a caress.
"There, in front of the mirror ... why? .."
"I give you pleasure. It can be different. You do not yet know all its facets. I'll show them to you," Arshad began to cover his collarbones and chest with kisses.
Kai thought in horror about all the promised facets of pleasure that Arshad was ready to show him.
"Enough, please, let me go ..."
"The night is just beginning."
Kai saw five girls surrounding the bed, he jerked, but they pounced on him, he saw Arshad leave, but he remained, tormented by their hands and hot wet lips.
It was another crazy night. And he did not yet know his capabilities, and they frightened him. He did not know that this was possible, and this was a discovery for him.
The day had already begun when they left, leaving him to lie, covered with a thin silk blanket.
On that day, he came to his senses only for dinner, naively believing that he would get enough sleep that night. But Arshad did not give such a chance, everything repeated again.
So the second week went by, days merged into crazy nights, nights turned into days. He forgot himself, he forgot everything. He had never had so much sex.
When his consciousness cleared up, he realized with horror that he was becoming different. As soon as Arshad hugged him, touched him, held his hand - and he already felt excitement. His body revived and lived its own life, independent of his mind and desires. It frightened him, but he could not, or rather, was not able to control it. Arshad awakened something ancient in him, sleeping deep in him, and now it burst out. These were base instincts, desire, lust. Now he was under their control. He trembled at his touch, moaned at his kisses, excited at his caresses. The girls were only later, only after he said "No" to Arshad through groans and sobs, and he retreated, giving him to be torn apart by them.
For the second week, Arshad reduced the load. Now the girls were half the night, and in the morning they made a horse ride in the desert. Now Kai was again able to be in the library during the day, and in the evenings they even watched a local dance concert of the peoples of the world, since the dancers were of all nationalities and skin colors. Then everything moved to the chambers of love, where at first Arshad tormented him, and then went away, leaving the girls.
On one of their passionate evenings, kissing Kai lying on the bed under him, Arshad said:
"Guests are coming to visit me tomorrow. I'm having a grand party. It's important for me. I will introduce you to my friends. Maksud will be with you tomorrow. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that with so many people invited, I won't be able to give you the proper attention. Please don't be offended by this. And I want you to be there, okay?"
"How will you introduce me?"
"What's bothering you?" he laughed. "Well, not as my boy it's obviously. You are my friend and guest of honor. I will introduce you in such a way."
"Am I supposed to look like this?" Kai remembered with horror about his painted eyes and earrings in his ears.
"Do not worry. Here everyone looks like this. I've told you - I want others to please my eye. Well, why are you sad?"
Kai had been tormented by this question for a long time, but he was afraid to ask Arshad and, at the same time, really wanted to.
"When will you let me go?"
"Do you feel so bad with me?"
"I don't, you know. But I have obligations.
"Yes, I know, this is your job. I'll let you go in three days. Now let's continue ..."
Without giving anything to answer, he pressed his lips and began to kiss, and again everything repeated. He again brought it to the brink, that painful line between pleasure and pain, when desire overshadowed the mind and then handed it over to the girls.
***
The next day, guests began to arrive. Kai was constantly next to Maksud, who did not leave him alone, worrying that he would feel superfluous here. He brought him to the guests, introduced him, and then they all had a small talk about everything and nothing.
In the afternoon there was a splendid dinner, served in a huge room with open windows to the garden.
At the table, Arshad sat the guy to his right, next to him. Kai even worried if Maksud and Gifar would be offended by such a manifestation of royal mercy, but they reacted very happily to this, it was clear that they had nothing to share among themselves.
After dinner, everyone moved to the garden, where they indulged in idle wandering, watching the delights of the garden and unhurried conversations in the arbors.
Even even though Arshad was constantly surrounded by people and constantly talked with guests, he seized the opportunity to catch Kai and, pushing him into one of the rooms, press him to the door, where he began to kiss, and so passionately, as if they had not seen each other for a year. Then he shook him, leaned him against the wall, and, grinning, went out into the corridor, where he was again surrounded by guests.
Kai continued to stand against the wall, trying to catch his breath and calm his pounding heart. It was good that leaving the room, he ran into Maksud, who understood everything and took him by the arm into the garden, fighting off intrusive acquaintances, to pour him an herbal infusion.
In the evening, dressed with the help of the servants in the outfit prepared for the holiday, Kai went to the side of the main hall, where tables were laid, and where a concert in honor of this event was to take place. Walking along the numerous corridors, he had already turned towards the exit to the hall, when he heard Arshad's angry voice. Kai went to the noise. A bleak picture opened before him. Arshad spoke in an angry voice to Maksud, who was kneeling before him with his head bowed.
"Do you understand that I will not forgive you for this?! This is an important meeting for me. These are people who are important to me. And it is important for me that this singer will sing today. I've paid for his performance ahead of schedule. I was ready to pay any money. Why hadn't he come ?!"
"Great Arshad, I'm sorry. He called and refused. You know these stars. They are moody. He will return the money."
"I do not need money. You've disgraced me in front of my guests. I've promised them this performance! I've promised they will hear this song. I hadn't kept my word. Sheikh Arshad does not keep his word! Do you understand your guilt ?!"
"Yes! I will accept any punishment."
Kai rushed to them.
"Stop! I will sing. What should I sing? Of course, I am not an artist, but I can sing a song instead of him."
Now Arshad was so angry and upset that he didn't even argue with Kai, he didn't care. He looked at him angrily, then, leaving, he threw over his shoulder:
"Let him sing. Prepare him."
Maksud got up from the knees, Kai helped him, holding out his hand.
"Do you even know how to sing?" resignedly asked Maksud. "Although now it doesn't matter anymore. Come on, they'll change your clothes. You have to go on stage in fifteen minutes."
Maksud also understood that this was the end, and Kai's help would only postpone his end. And the worse Kai would sing, the worse his end would be. But he would carry out the order of Arshad since he wanted to hear him.
He supervised the servants to dress Kai in white, gold-embroidered trousers, white boots, a white robe, also embroidered with gold, and a gold belt with tassels. It was all made of lightweight material, flowing and fluttering with every step. The set of earrings and jewelry was also changed to white pearls and gold with diamonds. They rimmed his eyes with eyeliner a little more, and Kai, afraid to look at his reflection in the mirror, walked towards the stage.
He already knew what to sing. He knew this song, and after talking with the musicians, he learned that this old Arabic song would be played in a modern arrangement.
Kai calmly walked onto the stage. It was dark on the stage, he stood at the indicated place. The microphone was attached to the ear, leaving his hands free.
A melody began to play, quiet, lingering - an ancient melody of the East, amplified by modern instruments, and Kai stroke a note, sang, at first quietly, then the sound increased, intensified, and his voice also increased.
The light increased, illuminating his graceful figure under the beams of the spotlights. A picture of dawn in the desert appeared from behind. Just as the sun rose on the screen, so his voice intensified. It was becoming louder and louder. Lingering notes, coming from the depths of centuries, penetrated the hearts of those who heard them. The hall froze. People seemed to stop breathing. A glass of pomegranate juice slipped out of Arshad's hands, and a scarlet stain spilled over the snow-white tablecloth, but he didn't even notice it. Now he looked at him, forgetting about everything and everyone. He listened to his voice, how he performed the melody, then raising it, then dissolving it in space.
Gifar and Maksud did not breathe either, they, as if hypnotized, listened to the cry of their people, transmitted through this song. The eternal lament of a traveler walking in the endless desert. On the screen, the picture changed one after another, a light artificial breeze stirred the white robes, as if the desert wind played with his clothes and carried his silver voice across the golden sand. Hitting the highest note and lingering it out in a silver chime, he fell silent, only the echo of reverberation of the song was dying away in the distance.
There was silence in the hall, and then everyone began to rustle at once. Kai bowed elegantly and left the stage, hearing the audience went crazy with what they heard.
When he was returning through the corridor to the hall to the guests, Arshad bumped into him. Kai was frightened by his crazy gaze, his eyes glowing with the darkness of the night, the guy thought - did he not please him?
Arshad grabbed his hand and dragged him along. He did not resist, he walked, barely keeping up with him. Finally, they entered the room of nocturnal pleasures, where Arshad, without stopping, dragged him onto the bed and there, standing, began to tear off Kai's clothes and himself.
"Do not be afraid," already half-naked, he whispered in his ear, "I will not break my promise."
For the first time, Arshad undressed himself to half, before that he was always dressed, only undressing Kai, and now Kai saw his muscular, chiseled, tanned body. He was flushed with heat from the fact that this body was now so tightly in contact with him. This body heat, these kisses, these hands ... Everything was confused. They sat down on the bed. Arshad parted his legs and pulled the guy to him. They only wore harem pants. The Sheikh hugged him, kissed him, caressed him so violently, so hot that Kai simply lost control. He leaned back, and then Arshad lay down on him and continued caressing, and then turned over onto his stomach, continuing to bite, lick and kiss his back.
Kai felt Arshad's hands on his thighs, then on his buttocks. His excitement became unbearable. Now he was lying, resting his excited body on the bed, moaning from every touch and friction on the fabric of his pants.
Arshad began to turn him over on his back, Kai tried to resist, realizing that the Sheikh would see that he was excited, but it was impossible to resist such pressure, such passion.
Turning Kai over, Arshad lay on top of him, and Kai felt that he was excited to the limit too. Their trousers were wet with dripping desire. Arshad rubbed his hips against him, covering his mouth with a kiss, and Kai felt that he could no longer hold back. And when Arshad's hand penetrated between them, helping them, he finished, realizing that his cry was too strong, and the door to their room was not even closed, but now it did not matter. Arshad painfully squeezed his neck with his teeth and shook himself in convulsions and, breathing heavily, rolled over from him.
Kai felt that their pants were shamefully wet, they were sweaty, out of breath. He was even afraid to look at Arshad. But he, catching his breath, rose on his elbow, removed the stuck strand from his face.
"Why didn't you say that you sing like that?"
"You didn't ask."
"You sing incredibly! Unrealistic! I have never heard such a divine performance of this song. Thank you."
Arshad again pressed to his lips.
"Will you sing to me again?"
"Well, after this ... I'm now afraid to sing for you."
"I love you."
It was pronounced very seriously, sincerely. Kai was at a loss, realizing that this was not idle words, but much more serious and so complex in its meaning. He stopped breathing, froze, and stared into the black depths of Arshad's eyes.
But he laughed and, calmly getting up, threw on his robe. Leaving he said over his shoulder.
"I'll send Maksud here."
Kai crawled to his robe and turned around in it, saw that his luxurious stage costume was spoiled, but Maksud, who entered the room, was not upset by this, on the contrary - he was happy.
"Thank you, my brave boy. You've saved me. You sing so magically. Why didn't you say you were singing?" Maksud chattered animatedly, leading Kai into the room.
"Nobody asked me about it."
Then Maksud described in detail what a sensation his voice made on everyone around him, and he thought about the furor that he made on Arshad.
"How strange it is to hear the first declaration of love in your life not from a girl, but a guy. And what to do with it? After all, if a person loves, one cannot laugh at this, this is serious, this is not a joke. But this is a guy, and how should I behave then?"
So many incomprehensible things swarmed in his head while he took a shower and dressed again to go out to the guests.