Ghalib’s Decision, part 1
And now that we have so thorough confused Adel, we take you back to your previously scheduled programming and take a peek at Ghali.
Ghalib approached the malik’s chambers and paused in front of the guards. “Hello, Ghalib!” The one on the left greeted him.
Ghalib smiled. “Good evening, Shahid. How are you this evening?”
“Grateful to be in out of the brewing storm.”
“Indeed.” Ghalib nodded. “We have been busy, closing everything up and making sure everyone is safe.”
Shahid nodded. “It is a lot of work. Captain Akil came through earlier to make sure we were all accounted for. It promises to be a long few days cooped up.”
Ghalib grinned. “I’m sure most will find something to occupy their time. I imagine the pleasure slaves will be quite busy.”
Shahid laughed. “I do not doubt it. Did you have business with His Highness?”
Ghalib shook his head. “No, I was requested by Teman.”
“Oh, yes, he is inside. Have a good evening!” Shahid opened the door and Ghalib nodded as he passed through.
“Thank you. And you too.”
When the door closed behind him, Ghalib looked around, frowning when he didn’t see anyone, at first. “Teman?”
“I’m in here,” Teman called from the bathing room.
Ghalib stepped through the door and stopped, eyebrows going up. “Teman?”
Teman’s long, brown hair was covered in dust, his face looked as if he’d rolled in mud and the robe he wore looked like it was supposed to be green, though it, too, was covered.
Teman laughed. “I must look a sight, I know. I was out to calm the horses. They do not like the sandstorm that is brewing.”
“Oh! I apologize.”
Teman shook his head. “Nothing to apologize for. But I must be bathed. His Highness is stuck with Lord Atherol this afternoon, who thinks that the storm is something that will blow over in a few hours and they should simply work through it.”
Glahib raised an eyebrow as he crossed over to the lounger Teman perched on. “Hasn’t he been here for a storm before?”
Teman chuckled. “Apparently not. He has been lucky enough to be back in Saol for them.”
Ghalib shook his head. “He is in for a shock.”
“Yes, he is. His squeak will be heard all the way in Tiantang when he realizes.”
Ghalib laughed. “Oh dear, I’m afraid so.” He helped Teman out of the robe and tunic, then tugged each of the boots off. The robe, he feared, was a complete loss. The tunic fared a bit better and the pants might be salvagable. “I’m afraid this will end up in the scrap pile.” Ghalib held the robe up and shook it a little. “Hmmm. Maybe not. I’ll see what we can do.”
Teman’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, don’t throw it away!”
Ghalib grinned. “Your… I mean, Teman, you must remember you are as good as royalty now. You can’t be seen in something that won’t come clean.”
Teman rolled his eyes and muttered something impolite under his breath. “I am not royalty.” He sighed. “But I can see your point. Though… do not throw it away. There is someone who needs it.”
Ghalib nodded in understanding. “We do not actually throw it away, I apologize. It will be laundered the best we can and given to someone in need.”
“Oh.” Teman sighed. “Thank you. That relieves my mind.”
Ghalib smiled. “That has been done for many years, as I understand it.” He took the key Teman held out and unlocked the cage confining Teman’s cock.
The first time he’d had to do this, he’d been a little shocked, very embarrassed and… extremely aroused. He’d managed to hide it from Teman, as far as he could tell, but it had been quite uncomfortable. He removed the lock, then took the cage itself off. The ring opened on a hinge and by the time both parts had been placed on the side of the tub, Teman’s cock had hardened.
He’d heard about the conditioning the pleasure slaves went through. Many of the servants speculated about the truth of what happened in the slaves wing, though Ghalib had a feeling none of them understood it completely. Even he wasn’t quite sure what all happened and he felt it was too intrusive to ask Teman directly.
Though he was, in a word, fascinated.
He forced his mind away from it lest he embarrass himself again. He’d managed to learn how to keep himself from reacting as strongly as he had before but it hadn’t ceased to turn him on.
He turned back to Teman and waited until the man had slid under the water. Ghalib rolled his pants up, slipped out of his shoes and sat on the side of the tub, picking up the pitcher kept for rinsing.
“Tell me how you have been doing,” Teman said as Ghalib poured the water.
Before Ghalib could stop it, a heavy sigh slippd out. Teman looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “That sounded very… forlorn.”
Ghalibh scowled. “Why does everyone think that?” he muttered to himself.
“Think what? And who is everyone?”
Ghalib shook his head. “I’m sorry. It isn’t your problem.”
Teman turned around in the water and put a hand on Ghalib’s arm. “Ghalib… I would like to think of us as friends. I know that surprises you—I know what you think of me, but really, I’d like you to think of me as a friend.”
Ghalib sighed, though he did his best to not let this one sound so bad. “There is a qadi here who is rather… nosy.”
Teman’s eyebrows went up. “Would this qadi be… Adel, by chance?”
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