Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 23:53:22 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Sheik of Desire, Chapter 1

                            Chapter 1
                       THE GIFTS OF ANGELS
                      By Tommyhawk1@aol.com

     "Pavel!" came his father's call in the early morning.  Pavel went out
to the barn to see what the problem was.  Dad had taken Jethro out to feed
the cows and gather the eggs.  The "cows" were actually an animal native to
Desire which filled the same purpose of providing milk and meat for their
household, and the eggs actually came from an odd half-animal; half-plant
which was predatory in that it would capture insects (plentiful in the
jungles of Desire) and also consume the ground grain given to it and
produce pods which contained an egg-like substance in the interior.  So
long as you ignored the purple yolks and bluish "whites" of the eggs, his
father said, you could forget you weren't eating a real Earth egg.
Connobarans were fortunate enough to have some Earth chickens, and Pavel's
father had talked longingly of trading for such in the near future.

     "What is it, Dad?" he called out from the kitchen door.

     "Jethro."

     "Oh."  He didn't need any more information.  "I'll be right there."
Pavel walked the short path out to their barn.

     Pavel had taken over the care of Jethro while Fortin went on his
walkabout two weeks earlier.  There was a joy in the simplicity of Jethro's
needs, and his capacity was definitely diminishing to something resembling
normal lusts.  These days, he only went into one of his binges of sexual
frenzy about three to four times a day, and that was quite normal for this
planet, at least.  The rest of the time, you could manage to communicate
with him, using simple words and gestures.  He had developed a vocabulary
now of almost a hundred words, and it was getting possible to make almost
complicated requests of him.  His labor and brute strength had become a
valuable addition to the farm.  Pavel's father Ivan had taken him in
partially out of guilt; he had pledged Jethro's safety while under his
care.  True, Jethro had attacked Fortin while under that protection.
Jethro had needed to get the information he possessed back to Connobar;
Fortin had been forced into a quick act in self-defense, and Jethro's soul
had become lost in the pungent mists of the three pepper pods Fortin had
snatched up and popped under his nostrils.  One was enough to drive a
Connobaran into a frenzy and then into unconsciousness, two were enough to
extend that frenzy's aftereffects a hundred-fold, but three...Jethro was
lucky to be alive.  No one was truly to blame, but it had resulted in
Jethro staying with them after the war with Connobar had been concluded.

     It was no longer so onerous to care for Jethro.  It was now possible
to get him to feed himself, he had learned to use the bathroom and even to
bathe himself (though you had to order him to do so).  It was rather like
having a young child about the house of perhaps eighteen months old (three
years in Earth years).  Assuming, that is, that the child was over six feet
tall, heavily muscled, extremely handsome, and possessing the tendency to
grab you unawares and throw you on the floor or over a convenient piece of
furniture while he shoved his cock up your ass.  But when you're nearly ten
years old (over nineteen in Earth years), this was hardly a liability in
their permanent house guest.  Indeed, it often came in downright handy!

     Of course, Pavel thought as he walked out to the barn, his timing
sometimes stunk.  Breakfast was nearly ready and now Jethro's lusts had to
be taken care of before they could eat.

     Inside the barn, he only needed to follow the familiar grunts that
were Jethro's entire spoken language, and the accompanying groans of his
father.

     Jethro had thrown his father over a pile of bundles of dried grass
they kept for feeding the cows.  Pavel got a look at Jethro's taut, dimpled
buttocks pumping in and out of his father's own somewhat rounder ass.  Just
the asses and four legs were all that were visible from his perspective.
If he leaned over, he could see the broad, pinkish cock pumping into his
father's golden-brown body.  Their loincloths, all that were needed in the
hot climate, had been tossed to one side, and their sandals were now their
only clothing.

     "Okay, Dad, how should we work this?" Pavel said as he walked over.
Ivan looked over, resting on his forearms on the bundles of hay.  Pavel
noted how his father had kept his strong body even though he was now well
into his thirties.  Ivan's stomach was a deep concavity at his narrow
waist, his arms were broad interconnected orbs of muscle, his entire body
shone in the early morning light with a naturally healthy luster.  The
advantage of the 50%-shorter childhood of those born on Desire such as
Pavel, is that when you became an adult, your father was still a relatively
young, and still-virile man.  Pavel remembered his father's gentle
lovemaking at his coming-of-age ceremony in front of his family and
neighbors (Pavel had chosen his father for this, not the other way around),
which they had followed with him fucking his father's butt throughout the
night.  And getting fucked.  A night to remember, is what he had asked his
father for, and he had received just that.

     "Catch him when he pauses, I guess." Ivan sighed.  "Mist is a bit
heavy today; I can put up with this for a while."

     "I noticed." Pavel said, rubbing his groin.  "Okay for me to join in?
I haven't had a chance to fuck Jethro in days."  He clarified.  His father
always flinched at the offer of sex from his son; Pavel had learned not to
ask very often.  Not that Dad didn't really get into it when he did ask,
and Dad had never turned him down once.

     "Sure, son." Ivan gasped.  "Oh, man, he's good at this, you know."

     "I know." Pavel chuckled, removing his loincloth.  A pouch of
lubricant...a very necessary article of clothing on this planet...was lying
with Ivan's loincloth, Pavel scooped it up and squirted a handful and
rubbed it into his anus.  "Why do you think I agreed to take care of him?"
he said, fishing in between his buttocks.  "Okay, let me try to worm in
between you and him."

     It was awkward and required him to partially climb onto the bundles of
hay, a slippery and hazardous occupation.  But finally Pavel was able to
throw his leg around his father's waist and now his buttocks were pressing
back against Jethro's stomach.

     "Okay, I'm in position." he said.  "On three, got it?"

     "Got it." Ivan said.  "Oh, God, I'm close to bursting!"

     "Want to wait and finish up?" Pavel offered.

     "No.  One, two, three!"

     On the word "three", Pavel pushed hard back against Jethro while Ivan
sagged downwards onto the hay.  Between them, Jethro's cock removed from
Ivan's ass with a meaty "thwop" sound and Pavel's ass was easily available
to him. Pavel let his feet roll down from off the hay and Jethro's cock
found his ass and plunged in, burning with fervid blood filling the hefty
organ.

     "Ooh, he's close to coming." Pavel crooned as the red-hot schlong dove
in and out of him.

     "I know." Ivan said.  "Me, too."

     "Give it to me, Dad!" Pavel begged.  "Let me suck on it.  It's been
weeks now, please, Daddy, let me suck you off!"

     "Oh!" Ivan was lost in his desire, he rolled over and wormed his way
up the bundles of hay in a "spider-walk", and when Pavel saw his father's
enraged pud pointing at him, the cockhead red and tumescent, he grabbed it
and sucked it in, hard!

     "Oh, God, son!" Ivan groaned lustily, grabbing Pavel's head with his
hands and face-fucking him hard.  He was really close, Pavel realized, to
lose his control in this way.  But Jethro was equally passionate, humping
at Pavel's butt hard and fast, his thighs slapping Pavel's buttocks with
rapid, staccato whacks of flesh impacting flesh.

     "Mmm!  Mmh!" Pavel grunted at the twin poles plunging into him from
both ends.  He serviced his father and his lover and Ivan's groans
trumpeted into a loud moan and Pavel tasted the hearty, salty jism flood
into his mouth.  God, Dad was really horny this morning.  He was being
pumped full of Dad's come, he swallowed and swallowed, and still more
filled his mouth once again.

     Now Jethro's grunts reached their more subdued pitch, a gritted-teeth
hissing, and Pavel felt the sting of Jethro's jizz squirting into his
bowels.  Jethro's upturned cock was massaging his prostate nicely, but he
was still far from orgasm.  Pavel wasn't worried, though, he gulped down
the last drops from Ivan's rock-hard pud and sucked it dry like a thick
straw, while Jethro leaned over and gripped Pavel tightly around the waist,
holding Pavel in position while he caught his breath, his cock still a
shaft of steel inside Pavel's tender butt.  And after a short pause, Jethro
began to fuck at Pavel again.

     Pavel sighed as he sucked on his father's cock, beginning to become
flaccid after the heavy ejaculation.  He could count on Jethro for probably
another two or three fucks before Jethro would lapse back into
silent-strong-man about the house.

     Ivan sighed and leaned over, kissed his son's mouth.  Pavel sucked and
Ivan obliged him, sending his tongue into his son's mouth to be tasted and
relished.

     "Want my help, son?"

     "If you don't mind." Pavel said, grinning.  His Dad in a compliant
sexual state was a rare enough treat; he intended to enjoy as much as he
was offered.

     Ivan smiled and kissed him, and slid down to sit beneath their legs,
and Pavel felt the warm mouth wrap around his cock.  "Ah, yeah, Dad!" he
sighed.  "That's nice.  That's really nice."

     Jethro sensed his rising heat and speeded up.  Ivan only had to cling
tightly while Jethro's animal thrusts sent his son's cock in and out of his
mouth with a speed that increased with each stroke.  Pavel heard his dad's
mouth make slurping noises as his cock punched in and out of his father's
lips, lubricated by copious saliva.

     "Oh, yeah, Dad!" Pavel groaned.  Now he was the one becoming lost to
his senses, he began to fuck at his Dad's mouth hard, and Jethro missed a
stroke, then caught the tempo and began to match him.  He was
deep-face-fucking his father with these combined thrusts, sending his cock
all the way down his daddy's throat with every push in, to move back until
only the cockhead still rested inside.  Ivan was keeping a tight grip on
Pavel's shaft and it felt like his cock was encased in warm oil, slippery
and smoothly pistoning in and out.

     "Oh, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah!" he panted.  "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming.
I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh, oh, ug-g-g-g-gh!"  He felt his wad jetting
into his daddy's clutching, suctioning mouth, exiting into a warm welcoming
embrace that surrounded him.

     Jethro was coming again, courtesy of Pavel's ass which had constricted
on his cock.  Pavel felt another wad squirting into him, joining the
previous load, and again Jethro leaned over to hold him tight.  He didn't
care, his face was flushed and hot, his dad's mouth was milking him warmly,
and a red-hot, stiff pole was in his ass.

     Life just didn't get any better than this, he sighed.

     Jethro's cock dwindled, and Pavel was surprised.  "Done already,
Jethro?" he asked.

     Jethro grunted, m-hm!, and released him.

     "Well, hold still, we got to clean you off." Pavel said.  Jethro's own
loincloth was the only rag available, it would have to do.  Jethro's cock
was slimy with oil and splotched with clinging jism.  Wouldn't do to have
his charge walking around with a filthy dick on him, now would it?

     He wiped Jethro's cock carefully and Jethro smiled beatifically at the
gentle touch, looking down at Pavel in an almost tender way.  Pavel
succumbed to the impulse and reached up to kiss Jethro, surprised to find
Jethro matching the kiss with his own.  No so long before, kissing Jethro
was akin to kissing a warm statue, comfortable but nonresponsive.

     "He's really making progress." Pavel said as the kiss ended with a
surprisingly loud "smack!"

     "He may pull out of it after all." Ivan agreed, donning his loincloth.
"Help me by gathering the eggs while Jethro and I feed the cows." Ivan
said.  "Al's going to want breakfast."

     "Where is Daddy Al?" Pavel asked.  Al was Ivan's lover, and had helped
raise Pavel from infancy along with his own son, Osgood.

     "Osgood decided to surprise him this morning." Ivan said.  "He does
that, you know."

     "Yeah." Pavel agreed.  "Takes after Jethro that way."

     Al didn't have Ivan's compunctions about incest; every so often since
Osgood had passed puberty, he would climb into his son's bed and they would
spend an hour or more in a passionate and rather rough embrace.  Of course,
Osgood returned the favor sometimes, such as this morning, climbing into
Al's and Ivan's bed in the early mornings and waking his father up with a
horny teenager-potent cock being shoved "up Daddy's wazoo."  It was a very
rough-and-tumble association Al and Osgood shared, but it seemed to work
for them.  But it was very much a twosome only, his father had been left
out this morning.

     Pavel preferred his own more tender relationship with his father.
Ivan was bashful about sex with his son, embarrassed, even.  One of the few
ways Pavel didn't take after his father!  But when Pavel asked, Ivan always
agreed and was a wonderfully gentle, caring lover.  Ivan had been even more
gentle than usual since the first Mikhy's death during the war with
Connobar six months earlier.  Mikhy had been one of a mere handful of
casualties in the war fought mostly with hot sex.  Dad had planted a
flowering tree on Mikhy's grave which he tended far more than it really
needed.  But the tree was prospering and beautiful and it gave Dad comfort.

     The second Mikhail Paskov, the child of Ivan and Al courtesy of a
Connobaran egg, was currently in his crib, hopefully still sound asleep.
Uncle David had been in there when Pavel had passed by earlier.  Now age
six months (one Earth-year), he was getting to be a loud handful and just
beginning to take his first timid steps.  Only a few steps as yet, maybe
getting as far as halfway across a room, before falling onto his bottom,
and resorting to crawling or up onto all fours, hands and feet on the
ground with his ass waggling proudly in the air, serene in his ambulation.

     "Eggs." his father reminded him.

     "Oh, right!  Sorry, Dad." Pavel moved out of his meditative stupor and
picked up the basket.  It was necessary to feed the "chickens" before
trying to harvest their eggs; they had some rather hard and jagged
equivalents of teeth and were surprisingly fast to snap at you when hungry,
and they always seemed to be hungry.  Gathering the eggs was a matter of
feeding the plant, and then grabbing its pods while it gulped down the
food.  It took some gauging as to how long it'd take, and even on a good
morning, you usually got nipped once or twice by the chickens.

     Pavel made it nearly to the end before getting snapped, a light pinch
on his thumb mostly deflected by his thumbnail.  "Done!" he said.  "Got
fifteen here this morning."

     "Good." Ivan applauded.  "They're picking up.  We can have a few dozen
to sell come market day.  I could use some more cloth.  Mikhail is growing
like a weed, you know."  He couldn't bear to call, or hear his third child,
called Mikhy; though he'd never called Mikhy anything else.

     "I know."  Pavel smiled.  "Let's go fix breakfast.  Daddy Al and
Osgood will be hungry when they get done."

     "Don't I know it!" Ivan agreed, smiling.  It was like looking in a
mirror, the smile.  Pavel could look at Ivan and know what he'd look like
in another quarter-century.  The benefits of being a clone-child.

     Not that Desire would ever have any more clone-children such as Pavel.
The Tree of Children, the lone source of clone-children, had been destroyed
in the recent war with Connobar.  The Slan, allies of the Connobarans in
the war, had been banished from the valley afterwards, the few survivors
(their ship had been destroyed in that attack, but the damage had been
done) and sent to live in a valley to the south of them.  Unlike humans,
the Slan had no way to procreate, and now that Stepwith's net, which had
brought so many victims to this planet, was gone, they would die out with
no progeny.

     Outside, Pavel looked up.  "Angels, two of them." He reported quickly
to Ivan.  Angels were winged humanoids closely resembling the Earth legend
of angels, and had been so christened.

     Ivan looked up.  "They're carrying someone."

     "Poor fellows."  An angel flying low over their valley was up to
mischief, and had to be avoided, lest the hapless human would be scooped up
and added to their collection of "turtles", their own words for humans.
Ivan had himself spent a brief period among the Turtle Men soon after
arriving on Desire.  He had been released the next day, but many men
preferred to live with the Angels and seemed truly devoted to their
subservient status.  Why, no one knew for sure.  Ivan joked that Angels
were good fucks, and you hadn't lived until you'd been plugged up the butt
in mid-air, clinging for your life to the Angel's long, lithe body while he
fucked you while continuing to flap his massive wings, bearing you through
the air.  It was a pleasure Pavel had decided to forego, getting dizzy at
the thought of such heights.  What if you lost your grip and the Angel
didn't feel like catching you?  They were rather capricious that way, he'd
heard.

     "I think they're heading this way."

     "Really?" Pavel looked up.  "Yes.  Returning some turtles, maybe?"

     "If so, we'll help them out." Ivan said firmly.

     "Sure." Pavel agreed.

     Ivan took off his loincloth and waved it over his head in a circular
fashion.  Jethro did the same in a monkey-see, monkey-do manner.  Pavel
decided to carry the eggs in and be ready to help if the Angels tried to
capture his father and Jethro when they released the two.

     But the Angels dropped the two men off and flew away again.  One of
them was in the gray uniform of Connobar, the other wore Earth-military
green fatigues.  An Army man, or possibly a Marine.

     The Connobaran talked with Ivan and then gave something to Jethro to
swallow, a container of liquid.  Jethro drank it and promptly fell over,
unconscious.

     Pavel dropped the egg basket on the doorsill and went back.  "What's
going on here?"

     "He came to cure Jethro." Ivan said.  "Connobar has found a cure for
the pepper pods.  When Jethro awakens in a few hours, he ought to be normal
once more."

     "Great!" Pavel said.  "Fortin will be...."  His voice trailed off.  He
had noticed who the Army man was.

     "Hello." the dark-skinned man said.  "Good to see you again."

     Pavel swallowed hard.  "Hello, Jezreel." he gasped out.

     Then Jezreel's arms were around him and Pavel forgot the past for a
time.  Jezreel was holding him again, and it felt so wonderful!  Those lips
so warm on his, those arms so strong and possessive, that body so firm
against his own!

     "Did you come back to me?" he gasped out when he was done.  He'd
driven Jezreel away some months before, by forcing a commitment onto
Jezreel he hadn't been ready for.  He regretted the words the moment they
left his mouth.

     "Maybe." Jezreel temporized.  "But I came mostly to speak to your
father."

     "Go ahead." Ivan said.  One of Ivan's reluctant titles was that of
President of Facilitata Valley, the valley in which they lived.  Their
numbers were still less than eight thousand, counting Connobarans who had
moved into the valley, and as yet Ivan's duties were light, merely
coordinating the contacts between Connobar and the several villages of
their valley.  He was able to do this from the farm, which was close to the
pass to the valley of Connobar.

     "I went up to spend some time with the Turtle Men after...well,
after." Jezreel said, casting a glance at Pavel.  "It seemed like a way to
get some time to think about what I wanted to do and how I planned to spend
my life here on this planet."

     "Makes sense." Pavel said encouragingly.

     "Thank you." Jezreel's smile was a warm crescent of white in his dark,
gorgeous face.  Pavel felt a tingle in his crotch from the light of that
smile.  Maybe while Jezreel was here, they could at least spend some time
together?  Just one more fuck, God, please, just one more, he silently
begged his former love.

     "I heard some interesting things about the men who live in the valley
beyond the hills to the west.  They live a nomadic existence, and I was
reminded when hearing them described of my own ancestors."  Jezreel was
from an area of Earth called, bafflingly, the "Middle East", an odd title
when Pavel had looked it up on a map of Earth.  Why call it Middle East
when it was dead center of two huge continents?

     "So you went to check?"

     "From the air, with an Angel along to guard me." Jezreel said.  "I was
warned that they would snatch up lone men the same way the Angels do.  They
are Arabs, living according to the old ways."

     "No reason they shouldn't." Ivan said.  "If the lifestyle suits them.
We don't have the industrial base for modern living."

     "You don't understand." Jezreel said.  "There were a lot of them.  And
over half of them were children."

     "Children?" Ivan was startled.  One of the oddities of Stepwith's net
was that it ignored any ships holding either women or children.  Only ships
bearing men were captured and brought to Desire.  Which explained the heavy
population of military men on the planet.

     "The Angels said that they'd been here nearly as long as the men in
this valley." Jezreel said.

     Pavel saw it now.  "Then they could have a Tree of Children.  Another
Tree of Children."

     "Yes." Ivan agreed.  "We have to find out."  Now that Stepwith's net
was closed down, no more men were arriving on Desire.  Men were unable to
have children on this planet without the Tree of Children.  Even the
Connobarans could only have children with the help of the men of Facilitata
Valley, the reason for the recent war in which Pavel's brother Mikhy had
lost his life.

     Another Tree was vital for life on Desire.  If the Arabs of the
western plains had children, then they had a source of children, true
children, not "Connobaran-type" children such as young Mikhail would be.

     "We have to find out." Pavel agreed.  "I want to go along when we go."

     "You and me." Jezreel said.  "A chance to talk and be together more.
But we'll need a representative of Connobar along, too."

     "Me." the Connobaran said.  "We'll want a force large enough to fight
off any raiding parties.  They may not be friendly to us."

     "My culture is suspicious of outsiders." Jezreel agreed.  "Unless you
follow the teachings of Islam, you are a danger."

     "I still want to go." Pavel said.

     "Let's go inside and discuss all of this." Ivan said.  "Have you two
had breakfast yet?"

     Jezreel's arm went around Pavel's waist as they walked inside.  It
felt good there, after so long.  Behind him, in the dust, Jethro slept on.

END OF CHAPTER ONE