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** INTRODUCTION: PLEASE READ**

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If you haven't read the Prologue or Chapter 1, do so now.

The foxes are Arab-inspired (because the old Arab word for a fox is fanak, which is the root of the name of the fennec fox) and the wolves are Turk-inspired, because the wolf is a sacred animal to the Turkish people.

Some words to consider: diib/diyaab - its Arabic for wolf/wolves(respectively), but carries a negative connotation since all wolves and dogs are considered dirty.

sheik - the closest equivalent would be like a European count or earl; essentially a local feudal lord

corsairs - just another word for a pirate

*divan * - a common furniture piece in the Near East

*Emir * - another common arabic noble title, equivalent to a duke

*Amir * - arabic for commander or prince

*Hadith * - Islamic holy texts

*harem * - the domestic part of an Islamic palace, where the wives/concubines and children live with the Sultan

kafes - a luxurious cage where the heir apparent/claimants to an Islamic throne are kept

kafesi - people in a the forementioned place

beylik - its a turkish tribe so to speak

-oglu - turkish suffix which means "son of", so Davut Begoglu means David son of the Beg beg/bey - its a turkish chieftain

*pasha * - in this context, a war chieftain or marshal for the bey.

dede - litterally "grandfather", but a sort of shaman

Future plans: If I keep going at this, and if people are wanting of it, I will create a map to better visualize the places I name. I like visual aids.

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Chapter 2

"Well, well, well. Looky here!" a middle-aged fox roared as the three boys entered the kafes, surrounded by heavily armed guards. "Wolves! Young wolves, with asses fit for a sultan!" The man jumped from the divan he was laying on and went to slap Davut's ass.

The nearest guard, a large fox who could probably face Davut toe to toe, stopped the engorged fox captive and roared back, "These wolves are not for general defilement!" His sharp tongue and blade drew the fox back, who went onto engage in gossip with other kafesi.

The kafes itself was a rather ornate chamber with a central hall that resembled the court. There were windows, though they were heavily barred and impenetrable; even if one were to break the bars, the position of the kafes was so high in the palace that surely anyone willing to leave would not do so without severe broken limbs. The central hall contained all sorts of furniture such as divans, bookshelves, rugs, tables, etc. There were several nooks for various semblances of secrecy and privacy. Most of the kafesi, cousins and such, mainly stayed together in the center of the hall, though some sat and drank tea in those private nooks. The hall itself reached high above any of the kafesi; in fact, three stories above, and each story were represented by balconies which hung over the hall. Davut attempted to look over the lowest balcony and saw the presence of doors. In the back of the central hall were spiral staircases that lead up to all three of the levels, and each level contained about ten to fifteen rooms, each room for a kafesi. The top story, however had only five rooms: three for the sultan's brothers, one for Amir Naim, and one that was unoccupied.

The fox guards blew a loud horn that racketed across the chamber, waking all of the kafesi who had fallen asleep. Some of the kafesi hung their heads over the balconies in order to figure what commotion had erupted. The chief guard, the large one, yelled "All of the kafesi, report to the Hall! NOW!" Within five minutes, all of the kafesi were accounted for; that is, of course, excluding the 43rd kafesi, the bedridden grandfather of the sultan, who after being deposed 40 years ago, was left to rot in the kafes. Each of the kafesi were foxes of various shapes and sizes, mostly in their middle ages though many were rather young and a few were old men. They all laid upon the divans in the center of the hall, sipping the finest tea reserved for them, and waiting for the guard to hurry along.

Davut searched around and across the room, ignoring the spurious looks of the kafesi who were surprised or impressed at the presence of such beautiful wolves. Remembering his task (in fact, one moment did not pass that he had not replayed the sultan's words), Davut attempted to locate this son of the sultan. Naim, Amir of the sultanate, prince of the foxes. A boy of only 16, and Davut was charged with personally obliging him. Partly devastated, partly gleeful with curiosity, Davut hoped he was not in for a terrible time.

The guard finally spoke up, "Gentlemen, I present to you the newest servants of the divan. They are not eunuchs, so they will not serve you tea or make your bed, nor are they obliged to allow you into their assholes. They are wolfish princes, captive and tokened for advancement of the sultanate. Ismail, the smallest," he looked over to Ismail and motioned him to present himself, who did so, "will personally serve the amirs. He is not to be trifled with, nor harmed in anyway, and if one touches him, I WILL BREAK YOU!" The kafesi were mostly unimpressed, but got the message. The guard motioned to Luka, and then said, "The next is Luka, and he will be in charge of making sure the kafes runs smoothly. He will keep track of everything; if you have a problem with a eunuch or with another kafesi, he will be the boy to go to. He is also off limits from rape, though he is old enough to be solicited if you so wish to be rejected. He is not bound to serve you tea, though you may ask and he may oblige if he so wishes." Finally he motioned to Davut, and proclaimed, "Davut will be personally in charge of Amir Naim, who will be followed by him all day. He will destroy you if you lay one finger on Naim. That is all."

The guard then dispersed the kafesi, who then continued on their respective business. Together, the guard, the three wolves, the sultan's brothers, and Amir Naim ascended to the final story of the kafes. The guard led the wolves to the unoccupied room and told the amirs to wait in Beshir's room. The unoccupied room was... well, plain. There was one bed with somewhat luxurious linen, an armoire and various hospitalities such as a bathing vessel.

"You are to sleep in this room. You shall sleep together every night, unless of course you have been invited to sleep in another bed," he winked at Luca, who shyly and unsurely smiled back. "You are to bathe every morning, before the rooster crows. After the rooster crows, you are to attend to your jobs. Ismail, you will make sure the three amirs are properly attended to and are fulfilling their own duties. Luca, you wake the house, make sure the tea and breakfast is being made in the kitchens below, and you will keep track of prayer times. Davut, you shall do all of that but only for Amir Naim. All of you will be pressured to have sex; that is up to your own decision, but you are not obligated by the sultan to fulfill that task. You will, however, make sure that none of the kafesi engage in rape or orgy in any kind. Do you understand me?" The three nodded.

"Great! Come with me, Ismail and Davut. Luka, get onto the kitchen downstairs; you will meet the eunuchs."

Ismail and Davut followed the guard into Beshir's room, the youngest of the three brothers. Yohanna, Ahmad and Beshir were the Sultan's three brothers; Yohanna the elder of all of them , Ahmad and Beshir being the younger of the Sultan's. Yohanna was the dimmest of the four brothers, swearing complete fealty to Malik; Ahmad was the most devout, being the residential imam of the kafes; Beshir was the youngest and most spirited, and most desirous of freedom. The three brothers and their nephew, Naim, sat upon Beshir's tea divan, gossiping like old women over who was the most attractive of the three wolves.

The guard silenced them and said, "Amirs Yohanna, Ahmad and Beshir: Ismail, this nymph, is yours to assist you. He will also occasionally assist Mehmet Walid, your grandfather. Please do not deflower the young boy until he is good and ready." The guard then slapped Ismail's bouncy, youthful ass and continued. "Amir Naim, you will no longer walk these halls without Davut as your shadow. He will follow you everywhere, he care for you; no eunuch shall care for you like he shall. Both of you come with me." With that, Naim, Davut and the guard left for Naim's room, abandoning Ismail with the three, currently insatiate men.

Beshir was the first to speak, looking over the youthful Ismail, "Ismail, what a charming name. I will be most glad to moan that name in the coming months." Ahmad and Yohanna cackled as Beshir motioned for Ismail to sit between them. Yohanna asked, "Boy, have you ever been penetrated?" To which the wolf innocently shook his head, not exactly knowing the meaning of the word.

Ahmad roared, "Of course he hasn't, look at that ass! It cries out for a fox tongue!"

Yohanna commanded Ismail, "Take off your clothes so we can watch!" Ismail bounced to command, scared and fearful, and complied. He was only wearing a small, linen tunic and a pair of short undergarments. He innocently removed his tunic, but the men could not wait and seized him, tearing off his undergarments themselves. His small, developing penis was revealed, rock hard and boastful. Beshir went to apply his mouth to it, but Ahmad interrupted, "His ass can be ours tonight to taste, but we cannot take his virginity yet. Keep your mouth from his boyhood. Instead, indulge in the delicacies of his asshole.

Complying, with little regret, Beshir tossed the boy onto the divan and laid him on his belly. Ismail, in shock, was completely unsure and scared; he had never been treated like such by an adult, let alone so vulnerable. Beshir gathered himself above the boy's ripe anus, hidden by two thick and youthful, furry cheeks. He separated the cheeks with his own hands and lightly touched the tip of his tongue against the boy's opening.

Ismail sputtered against the cold wetness that touched his anus; he was still unsure of what was occurring, but he dared not to move his head to see. Sniffing and kissing this asshole, Beshir was quite relishing the newness of the boy. This was a ritual that had been performed on every eunuch and even some kafesi for generations, and Beshir was no one to break convenient tradition. His own foxy penis began to break from its sheath and precum dampened his undergarments. His brother Yohanna had begun to remove Beshir's pants and began lapping up his younger brother's precum. Ahmad gazed on in amazement as he masturbated his own foxhood.

Beshir slapped his tongue against the boy's asshole time and time again, circling it and teasing it. Finally, he snuck it between the walls of the ring and slid it through, taking the boy by surprise, who then shouted, "More!" Ismail gyrated his hips against the fox's wet invasion, his own wolfish penis rubbing against the soft linens of the divan. Beshir continued to work his tongue deeper into the boy as he slammed his cock deeper into his brother's face. As Ismail moaned, so did Beshir and Yohanna. Yohanna was the first to blow his load, his cum falling on his stomach and the face of Ahmad, while Beshir clenched his own ass cheeks together in waiting for his own climax. Beshir and Ismail came in near synchronization, Beshir's cum filling Yohanna's snout in mere seconds. Ahmad and Yohanna set to clean up the mess as Beshir carried his boy to his bedroom, where they spooned for the rest of the afternoon.

While the three men enjoyed the boy, the guard allowed Naim to give a tour of his suite to Davut. The apartment itself was beyond any luxury Davut had ever seen; furniture from the Orient, décor from the West, a library of both Arabic and Western sources, a lavish bed chamber, etc. etc. Davut could not keep his blue eyes closed, simply from pure wonderment. His new charge, however, explained his suite with a matter-of-fact voice. Oh but his charge!

The boy was a white, slender fox; not too small, but a little smaller than average foxes. He had a long snout, in fact many of the same features that his father had, and a gentle coat that shone with pure pomposity. His eyes were faded green, like the green of a palm leaf in the middle of spring, and they fixated themselves on Davut's chiseled torso. Yes, the difference between the two was mightily apparent; Naim's chest was soft and boyish, while Davut's was muscled and crystalline; Naim's head was long and small, while Davut's was round and large; Naim's bottom was fat and round, while Davut's was muscled and powerful.

Naim was very obviously intimidated by Davut, fearing this new wolf to be like the legends he had been told as a boy. Every Arab fox is told of the ravenous diyaab, demons sent from the East to make a mockery of Allah's chosen canids. Ah, yes, my friend, the Arabs feared the wolves, and that is why they hated them so. They would tell their children that one diib could gobble up entire cities full of foxy pups in one night. Davut, of course, probably couldn't gobble up the ENTIRE city, but his strength would be enough to confirm the foxes' fears. Half imagining how it would feel to run his hand across those chiseled pecs and abs, half imagining his skull cracking against them, Naim attempted not to show his fear as he spoke of his ostrich-feather bed.

Davut attempted to keep a straight face as the boy hid his fear, but it was apparent nonetheless. And rightly so; the wolf had every intention to intimidate the fox prince, and if need be, kill him. Davut had no fear of killing, he had done it before; foxes had killed his people before, they were the monsters, and their murder would be no sin. Davut, himself, pretended not to be watching the fox's perfectly molded ass as it swayed and screamed to be touched, the fox's perfectly curved, furry back so beautiful in its tightness. Davut held back the bone growing beneath his loincloth. As he attempted to fight his boner, the guard softly giggled behind them both.