Young of body and quick of mind Nate had learned much from his Father. Yet with youth comes a big imagination, and with it one can span from this world to many others.
Rocking along between two hairy humps on his Camel he sat rubbing his new prize. Even as he did his mind filled with wonders as this young person found himself in a hot and not too thrilling place.
Thinking, eyes closed he pondered his wounderous wish. "I wish to be off this boney backed Camel, and for one day able to run across the desert sands with ease!"
Nate felt nothing but for the fact he was not aboard the Camel. His feet tramped over the sands as from time to time he ran like the very wind! It was with the sundown and while standing by he watched as his dear Father seached the camp for his lost son.
Nate called out several time to his Dad but never once did he turn and even look at him. The guide offered a search party to return to the desert for the night and find where the youth might lay. It was as nate enjoyed the evening meal he looked around at those dining with him.
A long rope stretched between two large palm trees had ropes tied to something about his head. He felt odd yet very comfortable as nate stood there watching all goings on about. It wasn't until two of the Shiek's men came near that Nate realized his wish was granted.
Cocking his head he listened to their strange language while wondering why he understood it for once? The men talked about him and also planned to use nate for some way to make them richer.
As one untied the rope he tugged on it as if Nate should follow. A willing youngster her was always delighted to help any and all! Stepping along with the men he soon saw before him two mares. Each mare had hobbles on their forelegs and ropes tied back to the hind legs too.
Nate again wondered what his part in this all was until the one man knelt down and began to rub a smooth oily creme onto Nate's penis.
Wild and wierd thoughts raced in his mind as the heady scents of two mares filled two large notrils. Shaking his head to clear away primal thoughts of sensual beastly delights nate screamed his displeasure at what was unfolding before him.
Some unknown reasoning made him step very close to one dappled gray mare's rump. Straining his head out he sniffed the scent of sweat, and the mare's dripping juices.
Turning his head around he eyed the two men standing near as they watched the coming show.
"Why?" Nate wondered.
Then his questioning mind began to slow and only primal needs drove him to touch and lick. The mare squirted a short spray of her urine as Nate jumped himself over her round rump.
Breathing heavily, Nate stepped closer as one man reached forward. The touch of this man's hand to Nate's erect penis was more than what he could stand.
One scream of terror mixed in bestial delight echoed the oasis. As hot flesh willing touched the warm moist desire of the mare Nate began a ritual.
Later he was walked back to the camp. He still snorted and was breathing heavily as the memory of wild passions raced in his brain. Even as he walked the feeling of one still heavy erection waggled along making his every step a sensual reminder to what had just occured.
As the Sun came up over Eastern mountains a disturbed Father grabbed Nate up and crying hugged his found son.
Awaken from a sound sleep Nate looked and listened as those around scoffed of his nakedness and where he was found laying. One quick look down saw his golden medallion hung about the neck, he smiled with strange satisfactions.