The harem was like something out of Sean's teenage fantasies. It was filled with hundreds of beautiful women in various states of undress. And it was his job to attend to them, to rub them in oils, massage them, and occasionally pleasure them. His sex drive never faded, so he rubbed and fondled and licked with gusto. If only he could do something about the iching.
It started on the plane ride over, an iching in his groin where his genitals had been. Over the next few days the iching grew worse and was joined by swelling. He hadn't told anyone but a few of the girls had noticed his scratching and the kinder ones would occasionally scratch for him.
About a week after he came to the harem he was massaging one of his favorites (he couldn't pronounce her name so he just thought of her as Sheera) when a he was hit with the worst wave of iching yet. Thankfully, as the iching grew worse Sheera slipped first one then both hands into his loincloth and started scratching. The iching finally subsided and was replaced with the feeling of a hand around his balls. Sean found himself lying on the floor with a confused looking Sheera kneeling over his groin. She slowly pulled his loincloth away to reveal a normal looking cock and balls (maybe a bit bigger than normal actually).
"That's not supposed to be here." She said.
Sun Nov 11 09:08:34 2007