Rather than be offended, the Caliph smiled and laughed. "Ahh! A man after my own heart," he said. "You have the spirit of the Bedouin. I really should not be surprised seeing the stock that you wish to become a part of." Then, switching to Arabic he said to Yethro, "So far, I think you have chosen well." He then continued in Arabic, "however, before I approve your adoption of him there are still many more questions I must ask. I must test him and prove to myself that he is ready for the plan and mission we hope he will embark on. You know that once I approve this adoption, he will inherit not only your name and property but our bloodlines as well. Without this approval there is no way that Islam would recognize him as a Caliph. Is this understood? I must be 100% sure before he can be considered for the position of a Caliph or allowed to claim that right. Do I have your permission to proceed?"
Yethro started to answer in English, but the Caliph put up his hand and said "Arabic only! Or does he understand the language?"
"No," Yethro answered in Arabic. He has only the rudimentary knowledge needed to read the Holy Books. The Imam, Rashid and I are trying to teach him but, as most Americans, he finds it very hard."
"So, Jesse, you read Arabic but can not understand it yet?" asked the Caliph.
"Yes, Yethro and my future brother-in-law are doing their best to teach me, but I can not get my mouth and mind to form the words yet." Jesse answered half in very bad Arabic and English.
"At least you are trying. It is of little importance now and I'm sure you will learn in time. You are a very bright young man and it will come quickly to you," he said in English. "Now, if you please, I would like you to come with me to my stateroom where the two of us will be more comfortable. Just you and me as I would like to get to know what kind of man wishes to be the son of Yethro," he said and then turned to the Judge and said to his bodyguard, "Dawud, you take Yethro to the fantail and see if you can catch some fish or something. I suspect that Jesse and I will be talking for quite a while."
Haroun took Jesse by the arm and led him into his stateroom suite, while Dawud led Yethro to the rear of the ship where line and fishing poles had been placed. Yethro sat down and started to fish while Dawud prepared some food and drinks. Into one of the drinks he placed a pill to put Yethro to sleep. He then sat down next to him and watched him drift off.
In the meantime, Haroun took Jesse into his stateroom and told him to relax while food and drinks were sent in. They sat around a small table and talked. He asked Jesse about how he met the Judge and how their relationship had started. Jesse did not go into a lot of detail. "I am sorry that I can not recall much of my early life before this as I suffered from amnesia and Achmed's forceful.... In any event the Judge and my doctors decided that in my case it was well to leave sleeping dogs sleep. I must admit that I have tried to remember, but I too came to the concussion that it was better this way. I do not care, nor do I wish to know what my life was like before I met the Judge and he freed me from that brothel and changed my life forever. Who knows and I might have been worse then a prostitute. I might have killed someone. Although I really doubt that. However, Yethro did have his friend, the Chief of Police run my prints through the records and they could find only that my name was 'Poindexter' or something like that and I had no criminal record. Yethro made me forget the past and introduced me to a wonderful life and for that I am grateful. I now have a wonderful home, a great job and I have met a beautiful girl that will be my wife."
"This girl Rania, from what I hear, is according to Sharia law your wife now."
"Yes, but I can not, according to American law exercise my husbandry duties until she is of age."
"Another bit of American stupidly." The Caliph got up and walked around while continuing to question him. "As a young man this must be very hard on you This girl, I know her family well and they will require you to produce many children. With your history do you think you will be capable? I mean you are a homosexual are you not?"
"I am a bisexual. Like most men I know it will be my duty to produce offspring. I will do my duty. As far as my other activities, from what I see Sharia law does not prohibit sexual relations with others both within and without of marriage. Men are permitted to have both male and female concubines in their Harems. Are we not even permitted and promised this in Paradise? If not there then why not here on earth?"
"We do seem to bend that law a bit." He smiled, got up and walked behind Jesse and place one hand on his shoulder and with his other hand he reached into his robe and withdrew a rag from a plastic bag he had hidden there. Quickly, before Jesse realized it, he pressed the rag over Jesse's face and held him imprisoned as the surprised young man struggled and tried to fight off the effects of the drug. "No, don't fight it my friend! It is better for you to relax. It is just a little bit of chloroform. You will not be harmed too much."
Jesse, taken by surprise, was struggling but soon fell into a deep sleep. Haroun removed the rag and placed it back into the bag. The Caliph ran his fingertips over the comatose face and lightly slapped Jesse's cheek to make sure he was really out. Getting no reaction he then hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him through the connecting hatch into his bedroom. "Welcome to my den little Lion." He said as he sat him on the edge of his bed and sat down next to him. Knowing that this beautiful young man was in his bed, unconscious, completely vulnerable and unable to protest in anyway really set his libido on fire. He could hardly control himself. His cock was already tenting his robe. He placed his strong dark fingers on Jess' smooth white chin and looked into his vacant eyes. 'Ya Rab' (Please God), a thought ran through his mind, I hope I haven't overdosed him? He quickly undid the young man's shirt and ran his hand over Jesse's broad chest to test if his heart was still working. Wonderful, he could feel the heart beating strongly and he relaxed a bit as he watched, as if spellbound, the chest rise and fall. The tips of his eager fingers ran over the hardening nipples. He smiled, as he heard Jesse moan giving him further assurance that all was well. If he could help it he did not wish to hurry. From that first time one of his spies had showed him pictures of Jesse, he had planned for this moment! He wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. But, he could see that the chloroform was wearing off! He did not really have much time. Besides Yethro might getup, become alarmed and do something stupid. While there was much to be done, he had no desire to overdose him. After all what fun was there in seducing a dead fish? He liked it when his prey were not drugged into oblivion or overdosed to the point where they offered no resistance of any kind.
He put one arm around Jesse's waist to steady him and moved his other hand down and rested it on Jesse's crotch and began a slow and steady massage. MMmm it felt like this Jesse was packing a few pounds of meat! Jesse's head lolled to the side and rested on his abusers shoulder as he moaned again. The Caliph could feel the bulge growing and was ecstatic as he blew in Jesse's ear. Then taking the ear lobe in his mouth he sucked and nibbled on the sweet morsel, while continuing his gentle massage of the dazed stud's crotch. Yes, his new friend was reacting well, very well! He could feel the heat rising from Jesse's crotch and try as he might he could no longer restrain himself. He unbuttoned Jesse's shirt and ran his hand up under the T-shirt and over Jesse's smooth chest. Touching his nipples and circling the nipple with a finger tip. He removed his hand and licked his fingers then reinserted his wet fingers and twisted Jesse's nipple. He heard him sigh and groan again. Good, he thought he is becoming really hot. He lifted the t- shirt, leaned in and nibbled at first one then the other now hardened nipple. This caused Jesse to groan even more.
He eased Jesse's shirt off his shoulders and slowly let it slide from his extremely well developed torso, then tossed it into the corner of the room. Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed that as well. As his dark eyes roamed down the white chest they focused on the waistband of his Levis where he spotted Jesse's underwear just trying to peak over the top. Playfully, he wondered half allowed, now what would he be wearing, white briefs or boxers? Just which would Jess favor? Not wishing to prolong the uncertainty much longer, Haroun, unbuttoned the top button and slowly unzipped the fly. Surprise of surprises, not tidy whites or boxers nor was he commando, but a pair of sexy skimpy white bikinis! 'Y'allah', the only thing that would have been sexier would have been if they were black see-through mesh cord or lace. Well, one can't have everything he thought as he continued his kneading and massage again producing quite a bulge, one that was trying its best to escape the tight confines of the skimpy cloth. As the pants fly spread open trying to release its huge package the Caliph erotically lowered the pants while Jesse continued groaning.
He arranged the dazed stud's body so that his back was on the across the bed and his feet were dangling over the side and quickly unlaced and removed his sandals. He then gently and slowly removed Jesse's pants and added these to the pile in the corner. He stood up and stepped back, observed and contemplated the blond bikini clad figure lying prone and so vulnerable. There it was, the object of his desire, lying on his bed with nothing but that piece of thin rag hiding the hidden treasure. (Was this what paradise was made of?) Had he died and went to heaven? It must be because he could think of nothing better than this. Although he was sure Jesse was not a virgin -- who needed those seventy virgins when one had someone like this, here on earth?
Jesse was completely out of it and unaware of what was happening around him and to him. His eyes were open, but they were unfocused, but he was moving his arms a bit. His head was still rolling back and forth. The Caliph had all he could do to restrain himself from jumping on the comatose body right then and there and possessing it.
Acting quickly, fearing that Jesse might regain his full senses, he decided to make sure that the young man would not escape. First he lifted Jesse's body onto the bed completely laying him out spread-eagle fashion. Then he placed a big pillow under his backside forcing his mid section up into the air as if it were a ritual offering. He fastened his wrists and ankles to ropes that he had attached to the four corner posts of the bed. At this point Jesse again realized the predicament he was in and began to struggle.
"Don't fret, my pet, I will be right with you. Now that I have prepared you ¬-- I must get myself ready. The Caliph stripped down nude and got on the bed next to the bound hunk. He ran his hands over Jesse's magnificent body, coming to rest on the enormous bulge, still trapped in his briefs. Jesse began to moan again as The Caliph looked up at his face. His eyes were glazed, his breathing was a bit rushed but his lips were moist and slightly parted. The Caliph reached up and put his lips on Jesse's, forcing his tongue into Jesse's mouth, but Jesse turned his head in resistance. Haroun reached into the night table drawer, pulled out and opened a small brown bottle of poppers. He tried to hold it under Jesse's nose but he turned his head tying to avoid the aroma. This will not do! He grabbed and cradled Jesse's head with one arm and forced the bottle under his nose. The helpless victim gasped and the Caliph thrust the bottle of inhalant directly under his nose. Forced to inhale deeply, his body jerked and twisted and then slumped as the drug hit him. "What's that... nnoooo... no..," he babbled, his head lolling back and forth in a sexual high. "Relax, enjoy it!" the over excited Arab cooed into his ear calming him down.
