Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 20:24:55 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: PofD4:Secret.of.the.Turtle.Men

		    SECRET OF THE TURTLE MEN, CHAPTER 3
			    "The Ifriti Wheel"
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

     Pavel's Ifriti captors lowered him gently onto the ledge, one of
several along this mountain cliff's side, each ledge giving aerial access
to a cavern, to the point where Pavel wondered if the entire cliff were
natural or artificial.  But he was standing on solid rock, perhaps only the
caverns themselves were artificially carved or enhanced, for it was easy
enough to walk into it at his captors' behest.  Below them was a small
valley given over entirely to agriculture and the care of some small
domesticated animal; Pavel couldn't make out their details and then he was
at the cavern and being ushered inside.
     There was again the question of natural versus artificial here.
Several rocky boulders or rounded stalagmites were there, and Ashmid and
Isham promptly flew up and settled, perched on them in a manner that told
Pavel it was their natural mode of sitting.  Pavel noticed that their wings
folded quite compactly against their backs; save for a pair of jutting
projections above each shoulder, they now appeared almost human.  Pavel
looked at Ashmid and Isham's penises, found them in their inactive state to
be globes of much-folded skin at their groins.  Concavities in the cavern
wall contained possessions, one holding metallic objects of alien but
technologically advanced design, another containing quite mundane cooking
pots and utensils, and a third a large selection of fruits and vegetables
piled there in semi-order.  Another much larger concavity seemed to tap
into some underground molten-rock flow, for from below it glowed yellow-red
and suspended above this, a beast the size of a young pig roasted on a
spit. Beyond it there was a tub-shaped pool of water that steamed and
beyond that another was a trickle of water that ran into a pool, over the
lip, and away into the depths of the cavern, these depths lit by openings
that also glowed with the fiery stone below and showed a large, fur-filled
concavity; the sleeping area.  All of this could have occurred naturally,
but their arrangement was just too convenient for him to completely believe
that--a cavern that just happened to make a quite liveable residence!
     "Welcome to your new home." Ashmid told him, in a tone almost
ritualistic.  "We have chosen you for our human servant, and you will find
it to be to your advantage as well as ours.  We require you to stay with us
for ten risings of the sun and then, if you choose, we will return you to
the place where we took you.  But you must stay those ten risings."
     Well, while a set-back, this wasn't so bad, assuming they kept their
word, Pavel thought.  "And why should it be to my advantage to be your
servant?"
     Ashmid smiled.  "That we will let you discover on your own.  For now,
consider yourself to be our slave and trust in our word to set you free in
ten days' time."
     Ten days.  For that time, Pavel realized, Aram would be alone with the
two sukhusans, searching for him amid the treacherous terrain.  God, Aram
would be all alone in these mist-filled mountains!  He remembered how much
Commander Sachsen had suffered from the mist while climbing to rescue
Pavel, so that he had arrived a ravening beast.  Poor Aram!  Pavel found
himself hoping that Aram would either be captured or would return to Medina
Jadeed with news of their fate.
     But if Aram returned to Medina without his sultan, he would be
executed as a potential traitor!  No, Aram would stay and search for him.
"The one you left behind.  Could...could you fly out and bring him here?"
he asked hesitantly.  Better Aram to be a fellow prisoner than wandering
alone and lost in the mountains in a futile search for Pavel!
     "Word of our find will have reached the Djinni, for their valley was
closest to where we took you.  No doubt they have already collected him.
We, the Angels and the Djinni have this agreement, in ten days, we take
those who refuse us back to their point of origin.  If he refuses the
Djinni's offer, he will be waiting for you there." Ashmid said soothingly.
     "Oh." Pavel said.  He stood up, determined to make the best of this
situation.  "So I'm your servant.  What do you need me to do?"  He looked
about, there wasn't anything that seemed to be needed.
     Isham smiled.  "A willing servant we have found, my brother." he said
to Ashmid.
     "Humans do have the knack of adapting quickly." Ashmid agreed.  To
Pavel: "You can tend to the roast and to the rest of the meal. We are six
brothers; the other four will return at dusk from their hunt, and we all
will have prodigious appetites, for flying consumes much energy.  Prepare
the meal as if for twelve of your own kind. "
     "All right."  Pavel looked at the supply of food and saw it
insufficient to feed the seven named, even for the three of them it was a
single days' food.  "Is there other food?"
     "Use this food, and we shall fetch more from the garden while you
cook." Ashmid arose.  "Come, brother, we must gather for tonight's
celebration."
     Pavel checked the meat and found it needed to be turned, which he did
with difficulty as the spit was not designed that way and the meat was
heavy, and let it be at that.  After that, he turned to the rest of the
food, remembered the sun was only a couple of hours from setting, and
realized that there was little he could do creatively even had he been so
inclined.  There was not even flour or ground meal to let him make bread
dough.  He settled for scooping water from the hot-water basin (the water
was just shy of boiling, he found, and quite scalding to the touch) and
cleaning and trimming and chopping the vegetables up and dumping them in to
boil.  It would be a crude but edible meal, the best he could do on such
short notice and until he learned the Ifriti preferences about their food.
     Ashmid and Isham returned and made no comment about his cooking, he
must have chosen right, he decided.  They merely piled their shelf with the
food they had collected and went to greet their returning brothers.
     From his vantage point of a bystander, Pavel could see the very-strong
family resemblance, indeed, it became difficult to pick Ashmid or Isham out
of the group.  Well, he certainly didn't plan to stay, so learning their
names was hardly an important matter!
     At Ashmid's guidance, Pavel cut chunks of the meat from the roast and
piled it into a bowl, then did the same with the now-cooked vegetables,
draining them first.  Then he made plates for the six Ifriti, and placed it
on the wide slab of rock atop three stalagmites; a serviceable table.
There were no chairs, the slab was high enough to eat while standing, and
this is what the Ifriti did, in a rough-and-tumble, grab-what-you-can way
that made Pavel glad he had taken his own dish over to a corner near the
roast, where a small outcropping against the cavern wall furnished him a
decent stool.  He enjoyed the meal more than he expected, the roast was
surprisingly delicious if a touch stronger-tasting than beef or pork; he
braved the crowd and went back for seconds on it, and the vegetables had
cooked enough to be tender without losing their flavor.
     The Ifriti talked and joked among themselves, ignoring him.  Pavel
wondered at Ashmid's calling this a celebration; surely it would include
him at some point if it were!
     But he was left alone, and the pink mist did not intrude into the
cavern, so his body was quiescent, he watched more in curiosity than desire
as the Ifriti's cocks extended and coiled from time to time.  It seemed to
be a part of their culture, the way their pricks would reach out and stroke
another, who either ignored it or gave it a cursory stroking or taking it
in their mouth.  Pavel never saw any of them even close to orgasm, so it
didn't seem totally sexual, although he admitted to himself the sight would
normally have driven him half-mad with desire.  Good thing the mist wasn't
about, he didn't feel up to coping with six lust-crazed Ifriti; two had
been more than enough!
     So he sat, feeling very much the servant and for the first time in his
travels, more than a little homesick.  He was all alone here, that was the
cause, he decided.  So long as Jethro had been with him or nearby, he
hadn't been totally without family.  Jethro, his family?  Yes, he realized,
Jethro had been with him long enough to have insinuated himself into
Pavel's core family, the handsomely blond Connobaran soldier who had so
long been almost a nuisance--but even the nuisance now was something he
missed!  Oh, for Jethro to come along and just grab him and take him down
and shove that wonderful Connobaran prong right up his ass!  The nights
that he had shared his bed with Jethro, that prick pumping him nearly all
night long, so that he didn't even wake up for it when it started in on him
again.
     But even after Jethro had been cured, he was a familiar face with a
practically-new personality attached to it.  But that personality was
loyal, honest, uncomplicated and kind.  He hoped Jethro was happy with
Jassem, Jethro deserved someone as good as Jassem.
     He surprised himself by not thinking overmuch on Aram, who had been a
loyal comrade and a wonderful lover.  But throughout, Aram had been a
companion and no more, on Desire, you took sex as you needed it and with
whomever was available, lately that had been Aram, that was all.  If Aram
was being treated as Pavel was, it was not a terrible fate, and they would
be reunited in ten days' time.  God, if Jethro was there, too, that would
be the best of all!
     Pavel drowsed, and shook himself awake.  He had fallen asleep in his
musings and from the warmth of the fire and the meal.
     "Awake, servant?" an Ifrit said.  Isham?  He couldn't tell in the dim
red light, all there was now the sun had set.  "Come, it is time for the
celebration."
     A celebration now? "I fear I am falling asleep." he admitted as he
stood up.  "It has been a long and difficult day."
     "Fear not, for it is to bed that we journey now." the Ifrit said.  No,
it wasn't Isham, this one was a trifle larger than Isham.  Maybe.  "Disrobe
here where you are, for this area belongs to you."  Pavel saw a small
vacant shelf making a tetrahedron-shaped cubby, he pulled off his clothing
and stuffed it into the cubby, leaving his shoes at the chair and stepped
to the Ifrit naked as ordered.
     The Ifrit guided him deeper into the cavern, and the slight wind that
had entered the cavern through the open mouth was gone now, the air was not
foul or stale, but did not stir much.  The fires from the four places along
the walls (how did the Ifriti do that?  Shape the walls and then encourage
the lava to flow where they needed it?) made adequate lighting and warmed
the place well.
     The concavity was already filled with the Ifriti, who were sleeping
all on their backs, with their wings outstretched somewhat, not
side-by-side, but along the edges like the spokes of a wheel, their feet
leaving a circle in the middle some four feet in diameter.  Pavel saw how
they had spaced out in this way so that their wings had room, leaving one
area for the sixth Ifrit.  Where was he to sleep--oh, no!  "In the middle?"
he asked as he realized.
     "But of course, a servant sleeps at his master's feet, and you are the
servant of us all." the Ifrit shoved him ahead, so that Pavel stepped into
the area where the Ifrit would sleep; once the Ifrit lay down, it would be
nearly impossible for him to arise without rousing at least one of them.
     Only ten days, Pavel reminded himself.  Even Aram had said that a
captive would be released, so he had no reason to doubt that just yet.  He
would be their servant and in ten days, he and his comrades could return to
Medina Jadeed and re-outfit and try a new route through the mountains....
     He lay down amid the feet, putting his own legs and feet at the only
available place, in between the legs of two of the Ifriti, so that both of
their legs were between his, a "zig-zag" pattern.  This left him room
enough to be comfortable, just so long as he didn't mind intertwining his
legs with theirs during the night.
     He lay there, bracing himself for whatever was to happen next, but
nothing seemed to be happening.  Some celebration!  Everyone sleeps right
through it!  It was foolish, perhaps, but he felt annoyed at this.  It was
like you went someplace expecting a party and even though you didn't
particularly want to go a party, when you walk in and nothing's going on,
you feel disappointed.  This was like that.  Anti-climactic, that was the
word he had been searching for!
     He looked at the ceiling, nothing how the firelight was redly
flickering.  Yellows were washing it out, making it orange...no, that was
turning...pink!
     "Oh, no!" he groaned.  If the Ifriti were all asleep, he would be left
alone with the mist.  He looked around, saw nothing else to suggest the
mist was around--all the walls were sharp and clear in outline--and lay
back down again.  He'd been deceived by the color, that was all.  If the
mist were in this cavern, he'd be (his cock rose up slowly, like a cobra
awakening from sleep and rising on its coil), he'd be (it throbbed like a
misplaced headache), he'd be getting horny.  Oh, no!
     Should he wake the Ifriti?  Those agile prongs of theirs were sounding
rather good right now.
     The Ifriti bed was a piled mass of furs, each soft in and of
themselves, but the aggregate of mostly-small furs caused an almost
constant shifting of them any time he or any of the Ifriti moved at all.
     A humming sound began, so soft that at first, Pavel thought he was
imagining it.  It grew louder, until Pavel knew that the Ifriti were doing
the humming, and at some not-obvious point in the humming, they all sat up
in their beds and he was surrounded by them in this way, their feet pressed
in on him from all directions, touching him.  The foot pads were hard
patches, and the feet themselves turned out to be like a bird's in that the
toes were long and multi-jointed with one at the rear acting as a grasping
digit, so that they gripped him all around.
     "What are you going to do?" he asked them, but the humming, which was
continuous, never stopped.
     As he expected, six prehensile pricks slithered down to touch him.
Ah, well, it was to be expected, he sighed to himself.  He could manage
these six somehow....
     Two of them wrapped themselves around his arms, coiling like serpents.
Two more did the same to his legs, crawling through the hairs of his lower
legs, the fifth slid into the hair on his head and seemed to be thinking of
crawling around his neck, and the sixth...ah, the sixth wrapped around his
manhood and wrapped it up like a mummy!
     The Ifriti puds around his legs were now at his thighs, they seemed
determined among themselves to totally cover him with their schlongs.
These shifting furs showed their purpose, for the slick furs shifted easily
out of the way at the urgings of these dick-headed snakes of manhood which
probed and crawled under him, lifting him up and coming around and diving
back to lift him the more.  The pricks at his arms, having less physical
skin to have to envelop, had finished covering his arms to the pits, and
now were crawling over his chest.  The one in his hair had indeed wrapped
around his throat, but wasn't pressuring it any worse than a turtle-necked
sweater might, it slid from there down his back and arced around.  The
Ifriti schlong on his penis kept the tight coil in place, but crawled down
through it to wrap around his wait.  He WAS going to be totally wrapped up
in these dicks at this rate!  Already most of his body was lying not on the
furs, but on the Ifriti prongs.
     The dick at his head now circled his chest barrel twice, the one
around his pud now wrapped his waist four times, his legs and arms were
totally enveloped, and Pavel looked up to see six cockheads hovering there,
as if the slits were eyes, watching him.  Was he supposed to do something?
He couldn't even move!
     The cocks began their odd shifting pulses, the rolling motions that
gave the Ifriti pleasure, so that Pavel was one gigantic sex-toy to them,
the pricks pressed him at almost every point on his body, the cockheads
weeping onto his chest in slimy gratitude at his body's warmth and their
owners' practiced flexions.
     It was like having a hand wrapped around your entire body, treating it
all like a single giant dick, and pumping it!  "Oh, God!" he breathed and
his prick pulsed in time to the rolling gyrations of the Ifriti shaft
there, he was getting a full-body massage composed entirely of cock-shafts,
he was being rolled into compliant docility and aroused to passion by these
pulsing movements, and the humming insinuated itself into his very psyche
and turned every sense into a recipient of the pleasure, the total body
contact of warm cock, the smell of the pre-come from six Ifriti puds which
now dotted his chest with cooling stickiness, the circle of Ifriti males,
all the same age (no wonder he couldn't tell them apart, they weren't just
brothers, they were part of the same litter of sextuplets!), the humming
filled his ears, and around him were six identical smiles on six
near-identical muscled male bodies.
     "Oh, that feels so, so good!" He said again and his dick quivered in
the rapture of the total-body-jerk-off he was getting here.
     Still humming, the Ifriti feet clutching him gripped a little tighter,
the Ifriti pricks all clutched him firmly, and the wings reached out and
suddenly they all flapped at once and Pavel was the center of a storm of
rushing air.  They were, they were lifting him off the ground like this,
supported partly by the feet but mostly being held up by six enormously
long prongs!
     "Ah, ah!" Pavel grunted as the prong around his own pulsed eagerly,
all the schlongs around him now roiled hard, he was being almost mauled by
these six Ifriti studs and their long, long dicks, he felt his own climax
building at the base of his brain and said, "Oh, oh!  I'm going to come
now, I'm going to come!"
     Even now the humming didn't stop, though it was joined with grunts
that made Pavel realize the humming didn't come from the Ifriti throats.
Another minor mystery to solve later, he was surrounded by horny male dicks
that were all heating up along with his own body tingling and burning with
his building orgasm, he squirmed and groaned and would have thrashed madly
but he was gripped too tight, too tight!  Held in place by long, long
dongs, he could only feel their heat, feel them roiling all over him at
once, and the Ifriti were slowly circling around and around with him,
spinning him around and he was the focus of this wheel of Ifriti lust!  And
then, and then...
     "Uh, huh!" one of the Ifriti said, and a random one of the six
cockheads spurted right into Pavel's face!  Lost in the joy of his own
building lust, Pavel opened his mouth and let the sperm fly into him and on
him as it would.  A second penis erupted with another voice, and now Pavel
knew that these pud were so intermixed on his body that he'd never identify
them by their placement, he was bathed yet again with Ifriti jism, the
smell of copper salts that now coated his face.
     And four more to go, another began as the first one subsided, oh, God,
three more dicks still pulsing and ready to explode onto him and he was
already drowning in jism!
     "Uh, uh!" Pavel groaned and now his own ejaculation erupted, flew in
all directions from the flailing penis that surrounded it, and Pavel's come
sprinkled itself all over the six serpentine cockheads aiming at him,
splattering them from behind, and that made two more erupt!  Pavel was
gasping for breath, and the breath was filled with flying come, so that he
inhaled the unique smell with every desperate breath from his body, and now
the sixth and final cock spurted him hard, so hard that it felt like a slap
on his face, and he jerked back and let his head loll as it would, he was
drained, emptied, vacant, he was a limp bag of bones that used to be a man,
but now was just a shell, his essence having poured willingly out of him.
     Done, still wheeling in mid-air, he was lowered back to the cavern
floor, back onto the furs, his face sticky and covered, and a gentle
face--Ashmid--reached down to kiss him, and Pavel kissed back languidly,
and Ashmid moved then to lick his face clean.
     "That was terrific!" Pavel said feelingly.  "I can get to sleep now."
     "Go ahead." Ashmid told him.  "But we will not release you before
morning."
     "No?" Pavel asked.
     "No." Ashmid told him kindly.  "The mist rises in these caverns at
night, and we must endure it as we will.  Sleep now if you can, servant of
the Ifriti, and we will take our pleasure with you through the night and
you may waken and join us when and as you will."
     Pavel was so drowsy, after the day filled with hard, wearying travel,
the fear of being flown through the air, the tension of being their
prisoner.  He tried, but he couldn't stay awake, for his inner self had
begun to trust these Ifriti, and so he went to sleep, his body being
touched all over, massaged all over, by the Ifriti, not even rousing save
occasionally through the night as he was splashed with their jism, again
and again, over and over, until his entire body was surely a solid mass of
coppery Ifriti sperm....

			     END OF CHAPTER 3