4 comments/ 7051 views/ 17 favorites Emerson and the Lion Ch. 01 By: tarzanacide Right outside the room I shared with my roommate of six days there was a green tinted glass door that led to a little landing and six flights of white, marble stairs down to the palm covered courtyard in front of our dorm building. No one went out there except at night when they were doing something they didn't want anyone to see. I usually had it to myself to look out over the Arabian city that looks like a puzzle of gleaming, white towers sandwiched between the desert mountains and the blue water of the gulf of Satra. It was a kingdom rich with oil money and I hadn't seen anything up close past the walls. I shared a tiny room with two single beds and two cabinets for clothes. My roommate, Adam, was also American and also on full scholarship, but he was an unfortunate looking overweight guy who kept to himself and seemed a little angry that the only engineering school to offer him this chance was on the other side of the world from home. He was also messy and disorganized and always searching for something he'd lost. I came back from class or the gym every day to find something on my small half of the small room. I'd try to fold it or stack it and put the mess back on his side. It was a losing battle. I hadn't explored anything beyond the walls of the university. Americans weren't encouraged to go outside of it unescorted and having just turned 18 with light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, they specifically told me it wasn't safe unless I went with the group tours. But today was my first day off since I'd landed here from Los Angeles. I was determined to explore. The scholarship had included clothing which is a little odd. I found my cabinets stocked with two very nice pairs of running shoes, a pair of casual shoes, dress shoes, and outfits to match that were in my size. Everything from workout to formal in size small was left neatly packaged for me on my arrival. I thought it was odd back when I did my orientation at their embassy in LA, but now I was glad they had measured me. I couldn't be anything but grateful. So how did I get here... One of their sultans had visited LA and seen my high school dance troupe perform at his welcome party. I'd been the one to present the gift to him to thank him for making a generous donation to us. Much to my embarrassment, the dance teacher had filled him in on my "unfortunate" life of losing my parents, growing up in group homes around the San Fernando Valley, and god knows what else she threw in there. She probably even told him I'd never had a girlfriend. He asked me to be his guest at his table for the dinner and he had an interpreter there signing for me. He was a pretty cool guy, but continuously gave me that look of pity. The Monday before graduation I was called in to the counselor's office and given details of a full scholarship offer. I didn't have anything else and I thought maybe it would be interesting to see what life was like not being known as the poor, pitiful blonde boy. So now I'm here and I wanted to see the sights. It's supposed to be 44 degrees today according to the paper. That's celsius which I don't really get, but I know it's uber hot. I dressed in the white shorts that went down to my knees and a sleeveless white shirt. I put on a TON of sunscreen and gathered the small money I had saved from my welcome packet. All of the meals were included here, and I don't really like food anyway so I hadn't spent anything at the campus store except buying a sketchbook and some colored pencils. There is a big gate right behind my dorm, and then a small gate with a guard. He put his hand up as I tried to walk through and said something that I didn't understand. I gave a confused look and raised my palms to which he shook his head and waved me through. Outside the gate there is a little road that leads down to a big shopping street I had watched from the landing. I walked down as many blocks of it as I could while dodging into shadows to avoid the blazing sun. Everything in this city, or at least this area, was new construction with expensive marble, steal, exotic tile. Every store had some famous label with big glass windows filled with luxury items from around the world. The street was lined with expensive cars and oversized SUV's. These people had money and liked to show it. Californians should have tans, but I don't tan, I burn. My skin is pretty pale with very light blonde hair and faint blue eyes. So sunblock was something I always grew up with. I'm pale, but pale is better than scorched. I was getting used to being looked at by the occasional person around the university, but out here in public it was a little more intense. I ducked into the shade of a coffee shop and pushed back my sweaty blonde hair. I must have walked farther than I'd planned and I felt my cheeks getting burned. I looked in the window and saw that they had iced drinks and thought maybe I'd sit for awhile before I headed back. The air conditioning was blasting as I walked in and the place was half-filled with business men on laptops and teenagers on their phones. I don't have either, but I like to people watch. I got up to the counter and realized that the entire menu board was in arabic. There were a few pictures of different beverages, but nothing written in English except the numbers. The waiter gave me a weird look and then said something. I pointed to the picture showing a green cup with ice and a few kiwi slices around it and gave a big, dumb smile. I hoped those were kiwis. He held up two cup sizes and I pointed to the smaller one on the right. He punched some numbers into the cash register and turned the little display around so I could see he wanted 3. I pulled out a bill that had a 5 on it and handed it to him with a smile. I was feeling relieved at getting through this situation, but then he pointed at my money and shook his head no and opened his mouth very wide like he was yelling. He looked at me like I was a complete idiot. I started looking around. I had no idea what was going on or why he didn't want the money. I started to turn to go, but I felt a solid hand on my shoulder. He had on a black dress shirt with a grey tie. He was just a little taller than me, but solid muscle. I felt small as he closed in on me and stood a little too close behind me. He opened his mouth like he was talking to me, and gave a warm smile. I shook my head no and lowered my eyes. I wanted to get out of there and run all the way back to my room. I left the 5 note on the counter and started to walk away, but I saw the hand appear on my chest. He nudged me back against the counter and I smelled a little too much of a masculine cologne. The dude was built like an ox. I stared at his rolex and tried to think of a way out of this. He put a finger under my chin and raised my head up to look him in the eye. He was a pretty good looking guy with large, brown eyes, a strong nose, tightly trimmed black facial hair around his mouth. His black hair was shaved close on the sides but grown out on top and gelled up in a messy look that probably took an hour to figure out. Everything about him said money, muscles, power, education. He flashed a gentle smile that lit up his dark face and then put his hand up as if to tell me to wait. He took his wallet from his back pocket and handed some different colored notes to the waiter and slipped my five note into the side pocket of my shorts. His hand lingered there, holding my hip. A worker from the back brought up my green drink and the guy nudged me back toward his table. It was half invitation and more insistent push. We sat and he started trying to talk to me again. I put my hand up and then pointed at my chest and then at my ears to tell him I was deaf. He gave me a sideways look of curiosity. I pointed at his laptop and he nodded and pushed it towards me. He had some email open and I typed out, "ME DEAF." I slid it back to him and his whole demeanor changed. His lips spread into a huge smile and his eyes lit up again. That smile. It made me feel safe. He moved over to sit beside me and opened up a word file and typed: "I'm Ali Hamad, but you can call me Ali, or type me or um... what's your name?" "I'm Emerson Kelly, you can call me Em or Emi." I made the name sign for Emi, rubbing an M and then an I against my cheek. He mirrored me with an increasingly goofy smile. We then spent the next two hours typing back and forth about my life and his and how I got here and what I liked to do and not do. He said the sultan who had seen me was his uncle. He remembered him mentioning me when he returned from his visit. Ali had been to LA many times himself. He ordered me another green drink which was pretty tasty. He told me that the money I had was only valid on the campus and that "dumb service people don't know anything about the walled off university." He told me he was 24 and worked managing his family's oil and land deals. His father was a doctor and his mother worked as a lawyer in Europe, something not available to her as a female in this country. He lived with his father and younger brothers. He was the middle of 5 boys. I started to tell him about my life back in LA, but after telling him my parents were both gone and I had no family, he got that pity look, so I focused only on happier things like being state ranked in track 3 years in high school and my friend Caleb and his family who took care of me. I showed him how to fingerspell his name and he took out his business card and showed me what my name looked like in Arabic. He was so nice and it had been so long since I'd had any real communication with anyone other than my university sign language interpreter who was an older woman taking odd jobs to travel the world. I was hungry for communication. A pretty girl would have been better, but this guy in a suit was ok. He would alternate his left hand between typing to me and resting it on the back of my chair. Guys here sure were touchy with each other. My fingers started to hurt and the sun was beginning to set. I typed that I should probably start walking back, but Ali typed that it wasn't really safe and he wasn't sure how I'd gotten this far outside the university without someone harassing me. I asked him what he meant by that. No one had bothered me other than stares. "You can't be out alone. You are exotic here, light-skin, beautiful face, small body, soft hair, innocent spirit, and silent lips to not call for help. My country is filled with powerful men who would take advantage of you just to show their power over a little cub. You have a disability they would see as a weakness. You shouldn't be out of the university walls without a lion to look after you. To go alone here means you are unclaimed, unprotected." It was the first time he'd looked at me with sadness in his eyes, that pity look I hate. I shook my head no. "I am NOT disabled! I can take care of myself. I have for all my life," I typed. "The rules are different here, little cub. This is not a land where everyone gets justice. You are a lone cub here. You need a lion to watch over you." He insisted on driving me back to the campus and ushered me out to a large, black sportscar. I'm completely capable of taking care of myself, but the heat was still heavy in the air and I didn't really want to chance walking in the dark if it was as dangerous as he said. The inside was soft leather and the dash was filled with crazy gadgets and a big touch screen. I felt the heavy beat thumping as we pulled away. We got to the big gate of the university and he pulled over and talked to the guard who opened it for us. He must have known someone important since I hadn't ever seen that gate opened. He parked right in the courtyard beside the building and pulled out his phone and hit a button that spelled out his speech: "Give me your phone. I can put my number in so we can text. I want to show you around my city in a safe way. You need a protector here." "I don't have a phone," I typed back and suddenly felt very, very poor. "I have an old one. I'll send it tomorrow. I know it can be lonely in a strange place and this probably all seems very foreign to you," he typed back, unfazed. I typed back that I couldn't accept it. He had already bought me drinks, but he didn't want to hear any of that. I was ready to get out and go upstairs to pee. I was out of patience for arguing. He just kept smiling at me and studying my face. He reached up to pet the back of my hair. It was a little strange, but I had read that these Arab guys don't think it's weird to be touchy feely with each other. Not like kissing or anything, but they just have less sense of space. So I decided it was ok. But I also decided it was time to end this for the night. I typed that I needed to go pee and thanked him for everything. I laid in bed that night as Adam kept the light on while typing away furiously on his cheap, old laptop. He probably had the radio on. He liked having a deaf roommate just for the noise factor. For the first time I felt like I had a friend here. I hadn't felt that since I'd left LA, left Caleb, my best friend since 5th grade. I rolled over to face the wall and hugged my pillow and drifted off thinking I was going to be ok here. I dreamt of living amongst the lions. ****************************** The next morning I woke up and felt Adam poking my arm. He looked annoyed and handed me a small blue shopping bag. He pointed towards the door and then made a knocking motion with his hand and then a sleeping motion pressing a palm to his cheek. I guess the delivery had woken him up and he wasn't happy about it. But he wasn't ever happy about much. Inside was a box containing a brand new phone. It was gold and had an apple on the back and still had the little plastic protectors over the screen and the back. The back had an inscription that said, "Emi's Phone." and then below it was etched 8 numbers which I guess was the phone number to it. This was definitely not Ali's "old phone." I pressed the button and there was a text message from him. He had programmed in his number. It said "text me when you get this, please." Over the next few weeks, we hung out every day. He showed me the views from the cliffs, took me to walk along the white sand beaches on the crystal blue sea. He dropped in after work to have dinner with me in the dining hall. A few times he even came by early in the morning to work out with me. My daily emails to my best friend Caleb back home told all about the crazy new experiences I was having. Caleb was always suspicious of everyone, and Ali's presence raised all kinds of alarms with him. He had always been a little protective of me too since I was the one who taught him sign language. We'd been friends since the 5th grade and graduated together. I kind of got the feeling he was a little jealous. I'd always been the poor, deaf friend he brought home to dinner with his parents who took pity on me. They even took me in for my last year of high school. I knew when he took me to the airport for me to come here that things between us weren't ever going to be the same again. I think my emails about Ali brought that realization to him as well. He thought I didn't need him anymore, but I did. He was the only family I had. Working out with Ali was intense. The first time I saw him show up in small shorts and a tank top I got to see all of his muscles. This was a guy that wasn't playing around in the gym. He followed me through my normal routine and gave me suggestions on ways to do things better. He took my measurements of height and weight and had me strip down to my briefs to see what muscles I should work on. "Let's get some bigger muscles in your legs and arms, but not too many crunches, you're a boy and your tummy is flat and perfectly toned. You don't want abs until you're ready to be a man," he typed. I blushed at that. I definitely felt small in his presence. Everything was ok until one Wednesday night I was going crazy finishing a project and texted him that I didn't have time for dinner. He kept trying to come over and bring me food and offered to help, but I needed to focus. He wasn't happy about that. "Ok," he texted, "Tonight you work, but tomorrow starts the weekend and you will spend it at my home with my family." I said ok just to get Ali to stop texting me. I really kind of wanted some time alone, and maybe to find some friends on campus this weekend. There was going to be a coffee get together for the 4 deaf students on campus. But he was so nice to me and kept buying me things. I couldn't say no. I finished my project and uploaded it just before the midnight deadline. I passed out on my bed without brushing my teeth. The next morning I woke up with his warm hand brushing back my hair. I knew his touch. He always kept one hand near or on me. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him and then looked over at Adam who was giving me death eyes as he crawled back into bed. Ali's knocking must have woke him up. I'm a pretty sound sleeper even when it comes to vibrations like that. This hulking muscled Arab man was sitting on my bed smiling down at me. I stretched and yawned. His right hand laid against my chest and he gave my tummy a rub. I smiled from the tickle sensation, purred like a cat, and rolled onto my side and then sat up. I went down to take a shower in the restroom pods and put on some shorts and a tshirt with the university logo. I wasn't sure what we were going to do that day, so I texted him to ask what to pack. He said he had clothes for me and to meet him down at the car. We drove through the city and up into the hills. Ali had installed an app on his car's infotainment screen so that it would pick up what he said and turn it to text. He told me all about his city and it's history as a small village until the oil was discovered and everything changed. His family dated back over 800 years in this kingdom. We wound up streets that increasingly narrowed as we left the city below us. Finally we arrived at a large white gate with two guards holding machine guns. They stepped aside as we came up and Ali rolled down his window and spoke to them as they opened the gates. We went up a steep, windy street that had several different houses until the road went through another gate, this one automated, and into a large circle in front of a sprawling white house with all kinds of crazy glass windows and steel beams. He drove around behind it and into one bay of a wide garage. This house was crazy huge and Ali led me back behind it and around this pool that went on and on back to a small house made entirely of beams and glass. He pointed at it and then to his chest to let me know it was his. In the middle of it, he pushed on a small keypad and a large glass panel slid to the right. Inside there was just one big open room covered in white marble. In the middle was a living room with white leather couches and a glass coffee table. Up a step to the right was a kitchen area with a long silver bar area. To the right was a small glass table and three silver chairs with white leather seats. Up a step to the left of the living room was a huge bed with a grey comforter and matching pillows. On the wall across from the bed was a huge flatscreen tv. Ali showed me around the areas and then into a large bathroom behind the living room. It had a glass walk-in shower and a tub big enough for three or four people. To the right there was a huge closet that was organized to look like one of those pricy men's boutiques in Beverly Hills. There were displays for the clothes and shoes and cubbies for folded shirts and pants. He took me to one side with drawers and opened up the two center ones. He put one hand to my chest and then used the other to point to the clothes inside. He nudged me forward to look and kept a hand on my back. There was a stack of colorful underwear, socks, shirts, pants, belts, and pajamas. He put his hand to my chest and then back to the clothes and mouthed the word, "You." It all looked really expensive and everything had a brand label on it. He took my hand and put it on the shirts and then the pants and shorts and underwear. It was all super soft and touchable textures, just like he usually wore. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 01 Ali backed up a few steps and slipped off his shirt and then his shorts. His strong chest and legs had a smattering of dark black hair. He wasn't overly hairy and it gave a nice frame to his ample definition. He tossed the clothes on the floor and then went to a drawer and pulled out a tank top and workout shorts. He went over to my drawers and pulled out a matching shirt and shorts for me. I followed his lead and changed, turning to face the wall even though he'd seen me nearly naked before at the gym. We went out and into the big house and down some back stairs to a workout room with every kind of equipment one could want. It made the university gym seem cheap by comparison and we had it all to ourselves. This time Ali wanted a hard workout. He put me through some heavy cardio until I was red enough to pass out. Then he put me through some small weights while he did the heavy lifting. He was always so gentle and encouraging. He was a good friend. When we finished, he wrapped a thick, white towel around me and then took another for himself. I followed him over to a refrigerator built into the wall and he took out two small boxes of protein drinks. He put a straw in mine and we sat down on yoga mats against the wall and sipped while looking at each other sleepily. He reached over and tousled my hair and gave me an approving thumbs up. Back in his little glass house someone had left two plates covered in silver lids on the small table. He offered me a seat and then took off the lids to show plates piled with eggs, a small piece of steak, and bowls of grapefruit pieces. I'd worked up a pretty good appetite so it didn't take long to finish it all. When we finished, he just covered them back up and pushed me back towards the bathroom. Ali went in after me, his hand on my wet back. He pushed me towards the shower and started to lift off my shirt. I pulled away from him a little, not feeling comfortable being undressed like a child. He shrugged and started to take his own shirt off... and then his shorts. I didn't know what to make of it. Did he want us to shower together? I walked back towards his bed area and decided I would wait until he finished. He gave me one of those, "What's wrong?" looks. I pointed towards him and held up one finger and then towards myself and held up two fingers to tell him to go first. I signed that I would wait there. He looked kind of disappointed, but nodded and went back into the bathroom without closing the door. A few minutes later he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He pointed towards the shower and waved me in. I went in and saw that he had left the water running. Luckily the shower glass had this frosted stripe across the middle so I thought my naked areas would be somewhat covered. While he disappeared into the closet to dress, I quickly shucked my clothes and jumped in. The whole time in the shower I did not look back. I didn't know if he was looking at me and I couldn't hear anything, obviously, so I just wanted to assume he had dressed and left. When I finished, though, I couldn't figure out how to turn off the water. Everything was this weird touchpad automation with jets coming at me from different directions. I turned outward towards the bathroom and saw he had left a new towel and some clothes on the counter for me. I hopped out and wrapped the towel around me and went out to find him sitting on his bed in a small pair of jogging shorts with no shirt, typing away on a laptop. I got his attention and pointed towards the shower and he jumped up and followed me back in. He turned the water off, but then lingered in the bathroom while I fidgeted with my towel. He went to my clothes and handed me a pair of white boxer briefs. These weren't cheapy discount store style, they were soft, thin, sheer material. They were semi transparent, so although I slipped them up and on under my towel, I still didn't feel ok with letting him see them. Ali rolled his eyes at my modesty, but he turned his back so I could finish dressing. I knew I was being silly. He was this tall, straight, muscled guy who had a girlfriend, or at least I assumed he did. He saw me as a little kid he was being kind to, I really had nothing to worry about. But still, I'd been raised with modesty and not being naked with other people. I just wasn't used to this culture. I pulled on the small pair of white shorts and a white tank top. I went back out to the bedroom and he typed on his laptop that he had a little work to do, but I could take a nap on his bed and watch some tv for awhile. He put on a nature program about hippos in Africa. It's odd because I'd put that on my university interests survey that asked about what tv shows I liked to watch. I liked nature shows because there is usually just one person speaking and with the captioning on it's easy to follow. I took one of his pillows to hug and laid down by the foot of his oversized bed while he started his work. I quickly fell asleep. I woke up with my head on his chest. The afternoon sun was streaming through the glass which was heavily tinted. I looked up and Ali was asleep with my body snuggled into his side. He had one arm back behind me, his hand resting on my butt. My head rose and fell with his breathing. His heartbeat thumped softly against my ear. It didn't feel creepy or weird. He was warm which I appreciated in this overly air conditioned room. My hand was on his stomach, hard abs with a little trail of hair from his chest down to his shorts. I realized I'd never touched him there. It felt electric as I let my hand glide over the ridges of his stomach muscles. I looked up to check and his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling slowly, evenly. I let myself explore a little. His nipples were small, maybe just a little bigger than my own, but darker, browner than his chest. He must have spent time outside with his shirt off because his chest matched the brown of his arms. I slid a hand up and cupped his chest, solid rock. I stopped for a minute and thought to myself, "So at what point does this go from just feeling around to being actual gay activity?" I mean he was always touching me freely, but I don't think he meant anything by it. Why would he? He could have any girl he wanted. Why would he go for a small, deaf, weird kid from LA. Me, on the other hand, I was drawn to his strength. I'd never interacted with a guy this way. He made me feel differently than anyone ever had. I felt so safe in his arms and I wanted to feel them for myself. That's not sexual... right? During all this thought, I'd been sliding my hand in slow circles around his stomach. I looked back down and noticed his shorts were starting to tent. It wasn't a straight tent pole like mine. It looked like he had a banana in there, it curved up and then back down to the right side. It made the right leg of his shorts rise up. He must have been having a dream and his body was reacting to the touch. I bet he was thinking of his girlfriend sitting in his lap sliding up and down on his cock. And then a thought took me over. I wanted to see it. I'd never seen a real live cock hard other than my own when I'd get time for a quick jerk in the shower. I slipped my hand down to the rim of his shorts. I pushed down with my index finger and found neatly trimmed black pubes. He was a very manicured guy and this went with the rest of him. I didn't do much down there with my own, but I didn't have too much either. I'd always been behind other guys' growth. I looked up again to make sure he was still asleep. His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed. I lifted up the waist of his shorts, but it was too dark in there to see much other than the base. It was thick, much thicker than my own which I hoped was still growing. I needed to go further. I pushed back the waistband and his dick sprang out and arced up to touch his stomach. It pulsed a little as it landed just below his belly button. I set the waistband just below his nuts. It was pretty impressive. Slightly darker than his stomach muscles, his banana definitely wouldn't disappoint any girl lucky enough to score it. That was what popped into my head. I felt kind of dirty looking at it. I laid my head back against his chest and just stared at it while rubbing his abs. It was circumcised like mine, but had a little more skin covering the lip around the head. The tip was a reddish purple and a little bit of pre-cum was forming at the tip. It got a little bigger as I kept rubbing his stomach. I didn't know what to do next. And then I saw his right arm move. It came up and laid on top of my hand. I stopped rubbing him and looked up, but he still looked asleep. I froze. Did he want me to stop? Did his body figure out it was a guy playing around where only girls should be? I felt my heartbeat thumping in my ear, or maybe it was his, no, both of ours. His pulse was quickening in sync with my own. We stayed like that for what felt like a long time. His hand moved, his fingers intertwined with my own and he lifted my hand up and to his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss. He was awake. I just laid there, having no idea at all how to react. I knew he'd be angry. Maybe I could pretend like I'd been asleep too. Maybe he'd believe it. He held my finger between two teeth, biting gently. He held on to my hand and pushed it down and laid it on his hard shaft. He pushed my fingers into a fist around his cock and started to jerk it with my fingers. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting and he gave me a little smile. He wasn't upset, or maybe he was but had lost control to his attention demanding cock. He nodded to me and kept pushing my hand up and down on his cock. I held it tightly. My hand had a natural grip from jerking my own cock, but this one was much larger and my fingers didn't overlap like they did with my less impressive member. This was a lion's cock. He started to buck his hips up into my grip. His free hand held on to my butt and started to squeeze it and knead the cheeks. I started jerking him on my own and his hand let go of me. He let it wander down his legs and pushed his shorts down to his knees. His other hand slipped into the back of my shorts and underwear. He rubbed softly around my butt and then slipped a finger down the crack. I jerked him with more urgency and he arched his back as his finger started to worm its way down the crevice of my ass. And then... he touched my hole. I jerked up quickly. Then it hit me, he was used to playing with a girl and his body naturally sought out a hole. I knew what gay guys do. I'd heard about it. I didn't want to do that, but I was torn. I was focused on getting him off. I don't know why. He'd done so much for me and I started this. I felt like it was the right thing to do to help him finish... even if it meant letting him explore me down there. I just hoped I had done enough to clean it up back there. It wasn't something I was expecting. He didn't push in to me, just rubbed around it with a little pressure. It actually didn't feel too bad, just wasn't something I was used to. He kept pushing his cock up faster and faster into my grip. His right hand came back up and pushed under my chin to raise my eyes to meet his. He looked so intense, focused. He was studying me, giving that little look like, "Are you as in to this as I am?" He pushed my head down again just in time to see his cock start to jerk and shoot, one, two, three, four. Each pulse of his cock sent out a fresh batch and he had a lot. It went over his stomach and up to his pec. One shot got me on the nose. It wasn't that great of a smell, but coming from him, it felt nice. Another shot got me just under my lips. His body shook under me and then the finger on my hole pressed inward with too much pressure. It poked inside of me, too big for me to take. I let out a "Ahh!" and he jerked his hand back. His body relaxed after one final dribble of white leaked out and on to my fingers. He laid back against the bed and his arms wrapped around me, holding me against his chest a little too tightly. His body gave one final lurch as his breathing recovered. His heart was beating hard against my ear. We laid there together in silence, him recovering and me not sure what to do about the sticky stuff on my face. He let me go after a few minutes. I pushed up off of him and rolled over beside him on my back. He lazily rubbed my shoulder with the hand of the arm under my back. It was cold in his room and the sticky stuff on my face started smelling stronger. My body gave a shiver and my mind started to refocus. What the hell had I done? This guy had done so much for me and I'd repaid him by perving over him in his vulnerable state of sleep. Guilt washed over me. I wanted to run. I couldn't look over at him. He had every reason to be upset with me. I'd woken him up by touching him and getting him excited. Of course he had to finish, but now he would come back to reality and realize what I'd done to him. I finally looked over and he was looking directly at me, smiling, playing with my hair. It made me feel worse. He was trying to act like everything was ok, trying to save the friendship he'd invested so much in. I was the worst friend ever for taking advantage of his kindness. He saw my face, read the guilt, the shame. He put his hand on my cheek, pursed his lips, and gave me that look of "What's wrong?" I shook my head no. I signed "sorry" to him. And then I ran. I went to the bathroom and turned on the lights. My face had sticky white stuff dripping down. I rushed to the sink and washed off what I could. I grabbed the towel dried my face as he lumbered in behind me. He'd left his shorts off and his massive, softening dick swung between his legs. He came up right behind me, rubbing a hand towel over his chest to clean himself. He had his phone and typed something out and then showed it to me. "What's wrong? Did I hurt your bottom, little cub?" I shook my head and typed back: "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. I'll go home now. I'm sorry." He looked shocked as he read it and set the phone down on the sink while shaking his head no. He pushed his chest into my back, pushing me up against the counter. He slid his arms around me and pulled me back against him. We stared at each other in the mirror and then he leaned in and kissed my neck. I grabbed for the phone and typed out: "Please don't try to make me feel better. I'm not gay, I promise. I'm not. I don't know why I did that. I can walk back to school." I wanted to cry so badly, but I wasn't going to do that in front of him. I didn't want to make him feel worse. I handed him his phone and slipped out of his embrace as he released me to take it. "I have to piss, wait right here please. DO NOT LEAVE!!" he typed back and danced a little to indicate he really needed to go. He pushed me back against the counter and pointed down like "Stay put." He went to the toilet closet without closing the door. He stood there with his muscular back and perfect ass to me. I took one last look at him. I couldn't believe I'd fucked things up like this. I had to get out of there. I couldn't handle seeing him. I typed out "I'm sorry" on his phone. I took the chance and sprinted towards the door. I didn't have any shoes on, but I really just needed to get out of there. I took off and pushed the button to slide the door to the backyard open. An intense afternoon heat blasted me as I made it out to the backyard. I went around the pool, not sure how to get to the gate. I darted down a pathway that went around the side of the house. It went around this big circular pit lined with stone. It had cement benches around the edge and a large hole with firewood in the center of it. I was heading towards the side of the house when this guy came out, Samir, Ali's youngest brother. I recognized him from pictures on Ali's phone. He was a slightly smaller, slightly younger version of him, but still larger and stronger than me. He was wearing black swim shorts and holding a towel. Unfortunately he didn't seem to know who I was. He gave me a "Who the hell are you" look and blocked the narrow path. I started to run past him, but he put an arm out. I landed against it and stumbled backwards. I started to slip off the ledge and he grabbed for me, but I fell anyway. I saw the hard cement bench coming towards my face and I closed my eyes. It was the last thing I saw before I blacked out completely. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 02 I kept coming into consciousness randomly and in the middle of activities over the next few days. It was really trippy because I could see what I was doing but I couldn't really control it. Everything was in slow motion, my mind was detached. The first time I awoke, I was getting a shot in the arm by a man I recognized as Ali's father, a doctor as Ali had told me. I was sitting in someone's lap, I felt arms around me and the room was crisp white with too much lighting. His father stood in front of me and was plunging a needle into my arm. He was a little shorter than Ali and his skin was a little lighter. He certainly didn't look old enough to have five grown sons. I reached out towards his tie, blue shiny satin. I gave it a soft pet and he looked at me with a quizzical smile. I felt the sting of the needle and I moved my hand to swat him away as my lips formed an "ow!" I felt the person holding me grab my hand and pull it back and hold it in my lap. I recognized the hand as Ali's from his watch. I felt lips kiss my ear and he rubbed my tummy to settle me. The needle went away and we laid back on the white table. Ali rolled me around to put my head against his chest and the lights went out... I did too. *********** Most of my wake-ups were us in bed, me wrapped in a blanket with my head on his chest. He was on his laptop, watching sports, on the phone, or asleep. An asian man in medical scrubs was usually there too, he'd check my eyes, listen to me breathe, take my temperature, and then give me a shot and I'd go back to sleep. Occasionally I also saw a string of various men come in to vacuum, change the bed linens, clean up, take and deliver laundry or food. A few times I woke up alone, holding on to a stuffed lion made of this super plush shaggy material. The lion has a heart sewn onto his chest that was gold material with "Ali's Cub" embroidered on it. I'd look around and he was always there, eating food, talking on the phone, scratching his nuts, other daily routines. Several times a day, he'd come over with a protein drink. At first, it was in a baby bottle and he'd pull me on to his lap and put it to my lips. Later it was just a cup with a straw in it. It felt good on my dry throat. Every time I'd awaken, Ali would come over and try to type something to me. It would be too blurry to read, and I'd get frustrated. He'd shake his head with the look of "not yet, soon you will," and then he'd kiss me, the lips, my cheek, whatever part he got to first. It was the weirdest experience, but I remembered taking a big fall and was glad to not be in any pain. It was a strange, happy numbness. *********** The most exciting time was later when I woke up with my head on his chest as he slowly stroked his hard cock. I could see an expensive pair of black briefs pushed down to his ankles. He alternated between jerking his tool and then pulling on his nuts and kissing the top of my head. I felt his hot breath against my ear. He had his left arm behind me, across my back with his hand inside my underwear rubbing between my cheeks. I felt a finger move up and down over my hole. In my foggy state, I forgot to feel weird about this. I also felt a little more daring. The tip of his hard brown nipple was just touching my lips. I gave it a little kiss and for some reason decided to lick it. He stopped jerking his cock and pushed my head up to look at him. We smiled at each other and he nodded approval with a kiss on my forehead. He tilted my head back more so he could kiss me on the lips. He had such strong lips and they made me feel so weak as he wrestled mine to parting and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt his finger working my back door with more urgency. He started to poke in to me, to open it up. It was a struggle he seemed to enjoy, but soon it went too far and hurt. "Ah!" I gasped as he got in the first knuckle. Ali took his hand away and reached over to the bedside table to take out a small bottle. He put a dab of clear liquid on his fingertip and returned it to my bottom. He rubbed it around the hole and started to work it back inside me. This warm feeling spread where he touched. It felt so nice. "Ahh!" I gasped again but this time smiled up at him as my breathing increased. My cock was starting to poke at his thigh and he pushed my underwear down. I noticed it for the first time, a pair of red briefs, an almost see through material. They were made of very stretchy material and peeled off of me and rolled down my legs. He sat up and pushed them off of me, tossing them across the room. He pulled my left leg up and over his thigh so that my cock rubbed right against his hip and he had more access to my backside. Ali started to work into me deeper. He moved his finger in circles to stretch me out a little so he could go deeper. It was one of those out of body experiences because I was probably heavily doped up. I could see myself enjoying it, feel myself wanting more, but my conscious mind was helplessly protesting, knowing this was not right. I know he couldn't help himself. He had given up any social life to take care of me and I'm sure his cock dearly missed having a hole to fill. It wasn't right of me to ask him to give that up. It was selfish of me to leave like I did and hurt myself on his property. All of this filled my head as he started to fuck his finger deep into me. He kept hitting against the spot that made my cock jump and thump against him. My shaft glided against his soft, brown skin. It had been so long since I'd had personal time to jerk off in the shower and it desperately needed attention. It had no idea it was rubbing against a man. All it knew was skin on skin contact and a need to seed. My breath was ragged as I started to kiss and suck on his nipple. Ali was riding me with his finger so fast and hard now and filling my body with warmth and fireworks. My skin felt electric as he rubbed me with his free hand, abandoning his jerk off session to make me feel good. He stopped momentarily to put more clear liquid on a second finger and then went back to getting me open. This was like starting all over again. My hole closed around the tips of his two fingers and he gently, patiently, insistently pushed into me, careful to raise my head again to monitor my reactions. "Yuhh!," was all I could voice from my dry, raspy, rarely used throat, "Yuhh!" I'm sure I looked all out of sorts, he paused and laughed, then leaned back in to kiss me deeply. His saliva flowed past my lips and I swallowed it, making my throat feel better. He tasted like the green tea he always drank. My body opened to accept more of his fingers and he started to ride me again, finding the now familiar spots that sent me pushing my cock against him. I didn't last long as he was double tagging my happy spots. My cock started to shoot, spraying a week's worth of cum all over his stomach. It was thick and globby and my body rocked and jerked and twisted with each release. I closed my eyes, but he lifted them open. He held my chin, staring into me as I came. His lips were saying something. They made these kissing motions and his eyes narrowed with serious tones as I continued to shoot and moan my uncontrolled happiness. Halfway through, his body joined me. I could tell because his fingers buried deep inside me, climbing past their previous depths and his body started to move with mine. His face looked deadly serious and he leaned down to put his tongue back into my mouth. He kissed me deeply as we came down. A deep pool of mixed race swimmers mingled between us. I don't know who cleaned up the massive mess we'd made, but I quickly fell asleep on his chest again as his fingers stayed buried inside me. It was a nice, full feeling. Whatever I was on allowed me to fully enjoy it, but it spent whatever energy I had built up. I slept deeply and don't remember being showered, dressed, or put back to sleep. ********** The next time I woke up, there was a white dog lying next to me. I thought maybe it was the stuffed lion until it moved and came over to study me. "What the hell kind of medication am I on?" I thought to myself until I felt a wet tongue lick my cheek. It was real. He wasn't quite a puppy, but also not yet full grown. He looked like a yellow labrador, but his coat was completely white to match the furniture. I pet his head and he laid it down next to my face. He had on a white leather collar around his neck with a gold medallion. It had some words in arabic and then Ali's phone number. I raised up a little bit and saw Ali dressed in business clothes sitting at the glass table. He was typing on his laptop and talking on his cell phone. I leaned forward and put my head against the dog's soft coat and pet him lightly. When Ali finished his call, he came over to check on me. He had on a crisp white shirt with a grey tie. He leaned down and pet my hair and kissed my cheek. "I thought you could use a friend to help you recover," he typed into a tablet that was on the bedside table. The font was huge and my eyesight was recovering. "You got me a dog!!" I typed back and tried to sit up without much luck. "I'd get the moon if it helped my cub recover. I always wanted a dog, but traveled too much. Now I have my cub here and a cub needs responsibility. When you're better, he will be yours to take care of," he typed. "I don't know if my dorm will let me keep a dog in my room. He needs a house," I responded. Ali's face filled with thought, "I don't want you going back there. It is safer for you here. We can talk about it when you feel better. Rest now, little cub." He set the tablet back on the table, not waiting for my reply. He kissed me on the lips and pushed me back against the pillow. He pulled the comforter up to my chest again and gave my hair a pet, and then did the same to the dog. I laid back down and took a deep breath as he went back to his laptop and cell phone. I liked my dorm room. I had to share it, but it still felt like it was mine. It was the first time in my life that I had half a room. Usually I shared a room with other guys who didn't respect me or my few things. Here I had a cabinet to keep my things. Adam, wasn't the nicest of roommates, but he respected my things and didn't steal. This house was insane and beautiful, but none of it was mine. I couldn't give up my freedom, my schedule, my space. No, this wasn't what I wanted. Or was it? I didn't have to worry about anything, but how long would this last? What about my classes? "Aww dang," I thought, what happened to the classes I was taking? I'd certainly missed a lot of days and I had projects I was working on that were due last week. Would I be able to make things up? My head started to swirl with fuzziness, and back to the dark sleep I went. *********** I finally started to feel control and come out of the fog when I woke up in the bathtub. He was behind me, rubbing body wash gently across my chest. I felt his other hand rubbing a small bar of soap into my bottom. I watched his dark skin rub over my pale stomach, and felt a finger once again tracing circles around my hole. He really wanted me clean. The slow, gentle circles started to make my cock hard. I was waking up and my body was betraying me. My last grasps at maintaining my heterosexuality returned to take me over. I had a feeling of panic. I felt helpless looking down at it and I kept trying to think of gross things, but nothing worked. I moved my arms to cover my junk and his hand stopped. He lifted me up and turned me around to face him. He set me down on his lap to face him and drew his legs up behind me to support my back. We were both naked, but he was smiling, at ease with this. I guess for him, being naked with another guy wasn't that sexual, especially one who was as damaged as me. I kept my hands on my cock, covering it. I'm sure I was blushing pretty hard. Ali raised his hands and signed to me, "How are you feeling?" I was so shocked that my hands flew up to sign back to him, "Good! You learn signs!" I was so excited until I felt my cock flop against his stomach and quickly went back to covering it. "I had time while you slept. I practiced a few phrases to show you." He signed back. Now, if you know sign language, you know that it doesn't come out exactly as it would in spoken English, but we fill in the blanks. "What happened to me?" I signed in between covering myself. Ali started to sign, but got frustrated. He reached the ledge of the oversized tub and found a black dry-erase marker. He wrote on the white tile wall that framed the tub. "You fell and hurt your head pretty badly. We kept you on heavy medicine for pain and healing. Now we are decreasing it and you are going to be ok," he wrote. "How long have I been out? What day is it?," I wrote when he handed me the marker. "You fell ten days ago. Why did you run? Why did you disobey me and leave? You must never run from me! Never." As he wrote, his smile disappeared and his expression turned to anger. "I couldn't," I started to write and then paused. I felt like I was going to cry and I don't cry, not in front of others. I took a deep breath and erased it with a rag, then started over, "I was embarrassed and I messed up our friendship. I wanted to feel close to you and I ended up doing something bad to you. I don't want you to think I'm gay." I set down the marker and turned to look away. I couldn't look him in the eye. I almost laughed as I looked down and saw my dick was still rock hard. I truly had no control. "I touched you too," Ali wrote, "Does that change my whole identity or make me less of a man? You have become like my child. The minute I found you I knew you were mine to protect. Is it not ok to care for someone? Is it not ok to love you?" He took the rag and erased everything else we'd written. It made a mess, but he had enough people around here who would come and clean it up. It was a lot of questions and I didn't really have an answer. I still felt like I'd forced it on him and his body just reacted. He finished erasing everything except the last question. I stared at it and wondered. "Is it not ok to love you?" No one had ever taken care of me like this. The group home directors who raised me were always nice and helped me grow, but that was their job. Caleb loved me, I knew that for sure, but it wasn't like this. Caleb was definitely gay and had a string of boyfriends ever since he was in high school. I was totally cool with it, but he and I never even got naked together, much less touched like that. Caleb! I hadn't thought about him. He must be super worried. I normally sent him an email every night which was morning back in LA. If I had been out for ten days then he would be freaking out. I grabbed for the marker again as Ali went back to soaping me up. "I need to check my email! I have to write Caleb," I wrote. Ali shook his head and traced a soapy finger down my chest. He wrote, "You are going to sleep after I dry you off and give you some food. I already called him and told him you are ok. I will set up a time with him to facetime you." How had he gotten Caleb's information? I wondered for a minute, but he started to rinse me off and then got up on his feet to go for towels. Watching him move around the room naked, his muscles flexing with every twist and step, kept my dick raging hard. He was a little excited himself, but didn't attempt to hide it. I started to lift myself up from the water, but my arms hadn't done much in awhile and they quickly protested lifting me up. I slipped back down and Ali came back over. He got right up to me and made the sign for "no!" and then "stay put." He had really been practicing signs. He pulled me up into his chest and set me down on the cold marble counter. He wrapped a big, fluffy towel around me and patted me dry. He even went between my legs and made sure everything was dry. He gave my dick a squeeze with the towel and watched as a small drop of pre-cum formed. He wiped at it with a towel and gave me a wink. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wasn't bruised except a little on the side of my head. My hair looked really crazy. Someone had shaved it close on the sides and cut the top. I had no memory of that, but I knew sometimes when people have a head injury they have to shave their heads to do stuff. I touched the sides and looked at Ali who made a little sign like a barber using clippers. It actually looked good! He moved me to a large chair in a corner of the bathroom and signed for me to stay put. I had a feeling he was going to do that all the time now. He came back from the closet wearing a small pair of loose jogging shorts and held a pile of clothes for me. He slipped on a white jockstrap and pulled it up my legs. It was a small struggle to get my cock inside, but it finally complied. He held up a pair of kid's thermal pajama pants. They were dark blue and had little cartoon space ships and green aliens on them. They fit very snugly, but he got them on. He put a dark blue tank top on me and then helped me to my feet. I wanted to try walking a little, but he didn't give me a chance. He carried me on one arm and wrapped my arms around his neck until he laid me down in the bed. Ali brought over some soup and a piece of fish. He turned the lights down low and got into bed next to me as I ate. He pulled out his laptop and nudged me to start eating. It looked light outside, maybe afternoon. I saw his father and brothers out in the pool area with other guys. It looked like fun and I really wanted to go outside, but I didn't argue with Ali as he lifted a spoonful of soup to my lips with an impatient look. I let him feed me a few spoonfuls, but then took it and started to feed myself. Ali put on a DVD of one of the nature shows I liked. It was lions laying around in the sun. He opened his laptop and started typing to me. The dog came up on the bed and rested at the foot. He watched us and put his head on his paws. I had forgotten to ask what his name was. "You can't understand how scared I was when my brother came to get me when you fell. We took you to the hospital and they ran all kinds of tests. I was so scared you were dead. I shouldn't have let you leave. I should have taken you with me to the bathroom or something... You don't know what it is to find a perfect flower just beginning to bloom and then watch it die in front of you." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall. I've always been a tripper. I didn't die," I typed back. "I know, little cub. I've been with you since it happened, hoping you would wake up and be ok. We brought in a nurse to watch you. He's sleeping in the servants' quarters right now, but he will be back to check on you. My father has taken care of you too. Please don't ever do that again. I need to know where you are and that you're safe. You belong to me now, I'm responsible for you." I finished the food and Ali gave me some pills to swallow. He put the tray over on a table and then came back to the bed to pull me in to him. He slipped an arm across my tummy and worked his other hand into the back of my pajama pants, rubbing my bare ass soothingly. I guess that explained the jockstrap. He knows what comforts me. I fell asleep feeling his heart beat against my face as he massaged my hole. When I woke up, Ali was gone and the stuffed lion was there in his place. I sat up and looked around the dark room. I saw the dog still lying at the foot of the bed watching over me. He came up when he saw me wake. He gave my face a gentle lick and looked towards the window. Through the window I saw Ali standing over by the pit where I'd fallen. He was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved tight blue shirt. His back was towards me and he looked like he was talking to someone, but the palm trees blocked my view of the others. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 02 I was desperate to get up and get out of this bed and room. I got to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor. I stood up with a little difficulty, but I managed to stay steady on my feet. I knew he'd be unhappy, but I really needed to be up. I got to the door by steadying myself on the furniture. As long as I didn't fall, he couldn't be too mad at me. The door slid open and the night air blasted me. It felt so dry but fresh. The house being high above the city meant there was little to block the sea breeze. The dog came out with me and went off towards a grassy area. I started to walk towards Ali, he didn't notice me and this part of the yard was pretty dark. My legs were actually doing ok. I saw his body arch back as he laughed at something going on in the fire pit area, but he didn't turn towards where I was. I felt thumping vibrations along the ground which meant they had music or something turned up. I got about 6 feet to his left when he finally turned to look at me. He paused and gave me a surprised look. Our eyes met and I realized it wasn't Ali. It wasn't Ali at all. He started towards me and put a hand out, motioning for me to come to him. He smiled at me and looked me up and down. I must have looked odd there in a tank top and kids pajamas with my hair all messy. I shook my head No and started to turn around, but he got to me quickly and turned me back towards him. He leaned down a little to even our faces. He was taller than Ali, a little older too, but built very similarly. He pointed to my chest and then pointed over towards the fire pit. Maybe Ali was there. He took my hand and walked me over there. There were about ten guys sitting around the roaring fire. There were plates of food and bottles of wine. A few servants, all small asian men, were standing back near the house. One ran over to take a plate to a guest. Ali jumped up from the middle of them. He came over and scooped me up. The other man let my hand slip from his and then put it on my back as Ali pulled me up into his chest, my head on his shoulder. He smelled like that cologne he had on the first time we'd met. As Ali walked away with me, the man gave me a few pats on the bottom. Ali took me to his seat next to his father who started to look at my head and then raised my eyelids to look at each eye. He nodded happily and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Ali settled me into his lap and took out his phone as the men resumed their conversation. I noticed the man whom I had thought was Ali kept an eye on me as he sipped his wine. He had taken a seat on the bench across the fire from us and smiled at me as he saw me notice him. Ali typed on his phone, "You were supposed to stay in bed, little cub. Why do you still not follow instructions? How can I punish a wounded cub who will not obey? With kisses or spanking?" He was mad, but he smiled at me and kissed my cheek as he bounced me lightly on his leg and handed me the phone. "I'm sorry, I thought I saw you out here. I let you down again. I am sorry." I made a frowny face and it turned into a sad little emoji on his phone. He forgave me quickly and I asked him who that man was. As I typed it, I saw a blonde American guy walk out from the house and bring a plate over to the man about whom I had inquired. "He is Nasir, my cousin. We grew up together. He is a lion like me. The blonde one is his beloved cub, Ben. Ben is very obedient to his lion. You could learn from him, little one," Ali typed. That was a lot of information. I watched as Ben sat down next to Nasir. He was an attractive guy, blonde, muscled, a few years older than me, head bowed at Nasir's side. Nasir took some food from the plate and ate as he ignored Ben. After a few bites, he turned and placed a small folded piece of pita with meat in front of Ben's mouth. The cub parted his lips and took a bite. He said something to Nasir who nodded at him with a smile and then returned his eyes to me to check that I had seen the whole exchange. He gave me a wink. It looked kind of weird. Was that what Ali meant in saying he was my lion? I held Nasir's gaze for a minute as he raised an eyebrow and smile to me. I looked back towards Ben who was staring death eyes at me. He laid his head against Nasir's shoulder who instinctively raised his arm to put it around his cub. I felt Ali's hand on my cheek as he turned my eyes back towards him. He shook his head no with a warning look and then turned my face to his chest. He kissed the top of my head and then snuggled me into him. He held me tightly so that I could just see his face as he rubbed my back and returned his attention to the group. I wanted to know more. Where had Ben come from? What was he doing with Nasir? Were they gay? Were they together? Why was Nasir looking at me like that when he already had a guy who was obviously stronger and pretty good looking of his own? I yawned, ready to get back to bed. Ali noticed and started to stand up. He set me on my feet and lifted my hand to wave goodnight to everyone. His father leaned forward and gave me a hug. Ali collected me back into his chest and took me back towards his little house. We passed Nasir who stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek and made a little hand motion, closing his palm several times like when you're waving bye bye to a small child. I looked up at Ali who didn't look too pleased, but gave in to family obligation. Ben didn't look to pleased either. I gave him a small wave, but he shook his head at me. He laid me in the bed, handed me the lion, and strapped a little black bracelet onto my wrist. He pushed a button on it and held it against his phone. A little green dot glowed on the bracelet. "This is to make sure you stay put. It lets me know if you go outside and if you need me, just tap on it. Every tap sends me a little vibration on my phone. You will learn to stay put please," Ali typed on his phone. He tapped the green dot on the bracelet and sure enough a little message popped up on his phone saying "Check the baby." Ali tucked me in and then knelt on the bed and leaned down over me. His silver crescent necklace slipped out of his shirt and nearly hit me in the eye. He pulled it back and leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips. It was a lot more than a peck. He wrestled my lips into submission and slipped a tongue past them and into my mouth. He tasted like wine, and he was a little aggressive as he went at it. It felt a little odd, but he was drunk and maybe a little of him felt like his cousin was challenging his territory since Nasir was obviously more than a mentor or protector for Ben. I settled in to the bed, hugging the lion Ali had placed in my arms. He kissed my forehead softly and then dimmed the lights and left. The dog had come back in with us, again I had forgot to ask his name. I patted the comforter and he jumped up and settled in next to me. The next morning I was up before Ali was. I managed to walk to the bathroom and take care of my morning necessities. I assumed the smaller, kid's toothbrush was mine. I just remember him brushing my teeth, I hadn't seen what it looked like. I started to go towards the closet to pick out clothes, but I didn't want to do something wrong again. He seemed to like picking them out. I came back to the bed and he was still passed out. I looked at the band on my wrist, gave it a tap and noticed his phone dance a little on the side table. Luckily it didn't wake him up. It made me remember my own phone and wallet and other things. I looked around the room and couldn't find any of it. My stomach rumbled to remind me that it was empty. I went in to the little kitchen area to see if he had anything to snack on, it was completely empty. The small fridge had a ton of alcohol, juice, and things to make his protein shakes. The cabinets had a few glasses and lots of shakers and bottles for water and health drinks. There was no actual food to make. I guess everything was brought in by the servants. I crept back to the bed, and crawled over him. He caught me when I was right on top of him and pulled me down into his chest with a few tickles to my side. I struggled against him, laughing but trying to get away. He finally let me go and I sat up on his stomach as he smiled up at me. I made a distressed face and signed that I was very hungry. He nodded and sat up to give me a kiss. I followed him towards the bathroom where he shucked his shorts and walked over to the toilet. I watched him stand there naked, arching his back as he lazily let his stream flow. He finished up, washed his hands and face and then nudged me towards the closet. He picked out a small white t-shirt and some matching shorts for me and then watched as I slipped out of the pajamas. He nodded for me to leave them on the floor. I guess someone would come get them. I stood there in my jockstrap and he handed me the clothes to put on, watching as I turned to dress. Ali put on a grey tank top with a black leather stripe across the chest and some white shorts similar to the ones I had on. He gave his hair a quick toss and then fixed mine to look similar before leading me by the hand off to the main house. I'd never been inside the main house. Ali pushed through two huge glass doors and led me through a small sitting room and into an enormous dining room. There was one large round table that looked like it could fit no fewer than twenty. In the center was a large circle with plates of breakfast foods. The men sitting around the table spun the center circle to get what they wanted. There were eggs, meat, fruit, salads, waffles, breads, anything one could want. Ali took my hand and led me to a seat between his father and his younger brothers, Samir and Zaid. Ali sat down and, although there were plenty of open seats, pulled me into his lap. His father flashed me a smile as he took a bite of melon and looked through a newspaper with arabic writing. I looked over at Samir who gave me a half smile and looked down with guilt. Ali had said he felt bad to have been a part of my injury. It wasn't his fault. Zaid was next to him, the son born between Ali and Samir. He was thinner than the other brothers, but in good shape. He had on a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off toned, dark arms. He eyed me with mild disinterest and gave me a nod before going back to looking at his phone as he ate. Across the large circle sat Nasir. I hadn't noticed him when we came in, but he was certainly looking at me. He gave that interested smile he'd had the night before. It was that look that made you feel like the most interesting person in the world. Sitting next to him, but with his chair pushed back was Ben. He looked tired and a little upset, but didn't make eye contact with me. Maybe he was waiting for Nasir to feed him, but Nasir didn't seem to notice he was there. I was fascinated by these two. Ali lifted the plate from in front of us and started to spin the circle. He loaded it with protein, of course. When the waffles passed, I reached out and gave a little "Uh!," but he signed "no" to me and spun to the fruit tray. He set the plate down in front of us and took the fork from the folded napkin. He started to lift a forkful of scrambled eggs to my lips. I looked around and noticed everyone was watching us. I looked back at Ali and he gave me an insistent look so I opened my mouth and took the food. He alternated between a forkful for his mouth and one for mine. I wasn't used to eating much so I filled up quickly, but he kept trying to feed me. I shook my head no and looked up at him. His eyes weren't backing down, but I really didn't want to eat more. One of the worst feelings in the world is having a ton of food sitting in your stomach. It makes me want to throw it all up and I didn't want to do that. I did, however, want one bite of a waffle. I signed, "Please, no." He shrugged and picked up his phone, typing, "Ok but you need to start eating more, I'll let you rest for a few minutes." He flipped to a little puzzle game on his phone and put it in my hands while he finished our food. I alternated between looking at the game and looking up at Nasir who was talking with his father, but keeping an eye on me as well. He was finished eating and was putting very small portions of things on his plate. He passed it to Ben who looked disappointed, but then quickly flashed him a smile and mouthed something that was probably a thank you. My puzzle was interrupted by the phone showing an incoming call from some name in arabic. I lifted the phone to Ali who quickly stood up and set me on my feet. He raised the phone to his ear and then made the sign for me to "Stay put!" I sat down on the chair, thinking that this time I would obey him. He disappeared into another room with his phone. His father set down his newspaper and reached for the spinning circle of food. He put one waffle on a clean plate and set it on the table between us. He offered me a clean fork and a smile. He nodded for me to eat. I signed "thank you," but then shook my head no. I pointed towards where Ali had went. I made my hand open and close like a puppet mouth and shook my head again. He laughed at my miming skills and took his phone out to type to me. "You are the cub of my cub, He won't mind if I give you a bite or two." They really all bought in to this cub thing though it seemed like everyone had their own interpretation of what a cub was. I guess it basically meant a boy who is protected and cared for by another man. I signed a thank you and took the fork and sectioned off a corner of the waffle. "I hope you are comfortable here. My son has never cared for anyone as much as I see him do with you. You are in our tribe now, if you want it." I didn't know what to think of that. "I want to please him, but I also want to go back to school," I decided to be open with him. "Yes, that might be a problem. I don't anticipate he wants you outside the home. But if school is what you want, I will make sure he understands that you have needs of your own. He often has trouble thinking of what is best for others, but I know he puts your safety first." "Thank you," I typed back, "I really do want to please him. He has been the best friend I could have ever asked for. I hate that he has had to spend so much time on me and hasn't seen his girlfriend in so long." I really did wonder why she hadn't turned up. Ali's father looked confused at that statement. He took a minute to study be and then typed back, "You have a lot of decisions to make at such a young age. Just know that if you ever need to go back home, I will send you in comfort and style for as long as you want. I know you didn't ask to get involved in this family, but you will always be provided for. For as long as you want." That was an odd thing to say, but he put his phone away before I could respond. I had just put the second piece of waffle in my mouth when I felt Ali lift me up. He sat in my place and put me in his lap again. I stopped chewing the delicious waffle in my mouth and tried to look like I wasn't eating. Ali looked at the plate with the partial waffle and then looked at me with a smile. He shook his head. I pointed towards his father who was hopefully telling him that he had told me to do it. I finished chewing and swallowed it. I was now full. It turned out the phone call was business and he had to run to the office for a few hours. I wanted to get out and see the city. I begged to go with him, but he typed that it wasn't something I could be there for. It would be the first time we had been apart in a long time. We both sat there on the bed. He made me promise to tap on my bracelet every time I felt lonely without him. He showed me where it kept track of my temperature, heart rate, and mood. He told me to stay put and rest, but I wasn't tired at all. I didn't want to stay in the house. I begged to at least go swimming or do something outside while he was gone. He just kept typing no and that he was in a rush to go. I felt like a three year old throwing a fit, but I was going crazy in this little house. I stared out the window and saw everyone was starting to head out to the pool. His brothers were splashing around. "PLEASE! I can't stay here, PLEASE! I won't stay here! Your father is out there by the pool. I'll stay with him" I typed on the tablet as he flew around the room tying his tie and putting his shoes on. Ali took a look out the window, considered how easily I had run away the last time, and nodded with a frown. "Ok, but you stay by him and when he goes in, you follow." Ali ran back to the closet and brought back a swimsuit for me, a bottle of sunblock, and a large blue towel. "I will be back as quickly as possible. Please be good and obey," Ali typed and then set down the tablet. He held my chin in his hand and studied me, giving a defeated smile. He leaned in and kissed me before dashing off. I saw him go to the pool and talk to his father who nodded a million times and waved for him to leave. White dog had followed him outside and went over to a high rock that overlooked the pool. He settled in for a sun nap. I put on my swimsuit and went out to where Ali's father sat on the side of the pool with his feet in. He had on a small pair of blue swimtrunks. He was pretty muscular. This whole family put health above everything. Nasir and Ben were laying out on loungers wearing speedos. Samir was swimming laps and Zaid was sitting in the shade listening to headphones wearing the shorts and shirt he had on at breakfast. Nasir's father and two other men who I had not met were hanging out in one corner of the pool talking about something. Ali's father, Dr. Hamad, motioned for me to come sit by him. I set my towel down and plopped down on it with my feet in the water. He picked up the sunblock from behind me and started to spray it over my chest and arms. He sprayed my back as I started to rub it in to my chest. I looked over at Nasir who had propped himself up on one arm and was watching me from behind dark sunglasses. I gave him a wave and smile. The doctor started rubbing my back and then picked up his phone from the stone deck. "You shouldn't make eye contact with other men. It sends the signal that you are not loyal to your lion. I know your culture is different. I wish it weren't like that, but Ali gets jealous easily. Especially with Nasir, they have always been in competition," he typed. I hadn't realized that. I typed back that I was sorry and still learning this culture. He nodded and went back to rubbing the sunblock in to my back. He sprayed a little on his hand and rubbed across my forehead, cheeks, and ears. His hands were strong like his son's and for some reason it stirred things inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt my cock start to fluff up. I immediately felt really disgusted with myself as I sat there. We typed back and forth a little more about dumb stuff as the sunblock dried on my pale skin. He didn't try to rub any more on me. I finally pointed at the water and gave him a look of, "Can I, please?" He set his phone down and slid into the pool. He turned back and helped me in. The water was cold and in deep contrast to the blazing heat of the backyard. I held on to the side of the pool since it was a little too deep for me to stand. I hadn't ever really learned to swim. Dr. Hamad made a thumbs up to me with a questioning look. I nodded, smiled, and returned his thumbs up. He swam off towards the other men and joined in their conversation while keeping an eye on me. Samir swam by and paused, watching me hold on to the side. He made motions to say, "You can't swim?" I shook my head. He took my hand and put it on his shoulder, then pulled me away from the edge. He wrapped my arms around his neck as he treaded water. He put me behind him and I held on as he started to swim around. He was going fast and easily balanced me on his strong back. Samir is a few months older than me, but much more developed. From behind, it wasn't much different than holding Ali. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 02 We did a few laps around the pool as his father watched. Nasir had dove in and started to swim around us. Every time we got close to him, he would reach out and give my back a rub or squeeze my ass. I don't think Samir noticed, he seemed completely comfortable with his older cousin. Nasir started rubbing my ass rougher. He pulled my shorts down a little while making conversation with Samir who seemed to have no clue. I squirmed uncomfortably. Finally, Samir swam to the shallow end of the pool where I could stand on my feet. He made a motion for me to stay put and then got out of the pool and grabbed his towel. He strolled into the house. I guessed he had to pee or something. Nasir swam over to me, and I looked over to where he had been laying out. Ben wasn't there. I looked over at Dr. Hamad who was talking to the other men. Confident that Samir was watching me, he had his back turned to us. Nasir swam a circle around me like a shark. I didn't look at him. I did look at his chest. He was bulkier than Ali, stronger with a dark chest full of black hair and muscles. He noticed I wasn't looking at him. He swam right up in front of me and stared up at me with a quizzical smile. I turned my head, looking towards the house to see if Samir was coming back. That's when Nasir swept me up and swam quickly back to the deep end. He held me to his chest as I struggled to get away. I started to push off of him and he let me go. I immediately started to sink and reached back for him. He lifted me up again to his chest and our eyes met. It wasn't the kind smile he'd had before. He wanted me to know I needed him right now. He wanted to feel powerful. I remembered the black bracelet on my wrist. I started tapping it with urgency. as he held me. *tap* *tap* *tap* I slipped my arms around his shoulders and put my head against his neck. His arms relaxed his grip on me and went to balance my bottom on them. He rubbed my back softly. I wasn't in a position to be calmed. *tap* *tap* *tap* He swam to the far side of the pool. It wrapped around a cluster of palm trees and went deep into the back yard to where the main house wasn't in view. I regretted not staying in the house like Ali had told me. I promised that next time I would listen to him. I didn't know how long he had been gone, but I wanted him with me right now. *tap* *tap* *tap* Nasir made it to the back of the pool and it was a shallow area. He set me on my feet and stared at me, not sure what to do now that he had me. I put my hands behind my back, tapping furiously on the bracelet. I sure hoped it was waterproof. *tap* *Tap* *TAP* Nasir opened his mouth and said something. I gave him a raised eyebrow not knowing if he knew I was deaf or just thought I was quiet. *tap* *tap* *tap* If this was working, Ali's phone must be going crazy. Nasir realized his message wasn't getting through and then smacked his forehead with one hand and pointed a finger to his ear and then made a natural motion for broken. He laughed to himself and then leaned in to me. He put a hand on my back and pulled me towards him. His other hand went to my cheek and he leaned in to kiss me. *tap* *tap* *tap* His lips touched mine and I tried to keep them closed. Where the hell was Samir? The doctor? Ali? *tap* *tap* Nasir stopped before his tongue could push through my lips, he backed up from me and white dog was standing there beside me on the stone ledge over the pool. White dog was showing his teeth and looked like he was ready to attack. He must have barked because all of a sudden Samir ran from around the corner followed by Dr. Hamad and the other men including Nasir's father. I froze as Nasir slowly backed away, letting his hand fall from my back. Ali was the last to round the corner. He held his phone and I watched as his heart sank as he took in the scene. His body stiffened and he shoved the phone in his pocket as his face turned red. He yelled something and Nasir turned to look at him. I scrambled out of the pool and got behind white dog who still had his teeth trained on Nasir. Ali walked over, still exchanging words with Nasir who himself was starting to look pissed off. Samir had come over to stand beside me. I reached for Ali but he put a hand on my chest and shoved me back into Samir who wrapped his arms around me to hold me there. Nasir was out of the pool and responding to whatever Ali had said. Ali poked a finger hard into Nasir's chest. They both looked really pissed off. Ben had wandered out from the house and was watching the scene with the other men. He quickly gave me a hateful look, probably assuming I had done something to cause this fight. Nasir shoved Ali who took a step back, but then charged at his cousin with a fist that landed on Nasir's jaw. My heart was racing. I didn't want him to fight. Ali didn't know that I had looked Nasir in the eyes, I had started this whole thing. Dr. Hamad had told me that it was a sign that I wasn't loyal to Ali so of course Nasir would take the opportunity. It start to hit me that this was really my fault. Nasir may have been taller and stronger, but Ali was pissed and defending his cub. He quickly fell back and went to defensive mode. I couldn't take it any more. The only thing I could think that would stop this was to use my word voice, something I hadn't done since Junior High when some guys bullied me and made fun of me when I tried to talk. I make a lot of little noises and grunts, especially when Ali is playing with me, but it's not really language. I cleared my throat and yelled, "ALI PLEASE NO!" Everything stopped. He had Nasir by the arm, halfway to the ground punching him, but he froze. Everyone froze and turned towards me. Ali dropped Nasir to the ground and turned to look at me. His face was red and breathing ragged, but a smile crept across his face until he beamed fully at me. He stumbled towards me, holding his arms out for me. Samir let me go and I went to him. He leaned in to hold my face in his hands, they were red and he had a cut on one finger. He shook his head in disbelief and then leaned in to kiss me. He swept me up in his arms, I dripped water all over his suit. I was glad to be in his arms, covered in his chest. My cock instantly reacted. Once again he had protected me. I hated to see him fighting, but knowing he could take anyone had my cock at full mast. I was pretty sure I felt him popping out under me as well. My lion carried me off to our little house as white dog followed behind us. I was sure both of them were going to get very well rewarded tonight. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 03 Thanks for your feedback everyone! :) -Emri ++++ Ali carried me into the bathroom and set me on the counter. He was still a little red, and pulled at his tie and ripped a button as he tore his sweat-soaked shirt off. He kicked his leather dress shoes over towards the closet and quickly tossed his pants, sending them towards the door. He stood in front of me wearing a pair of short black boxer briefs filled past capacity with his fully hard cock that poked out of the waistband clinging tightly to his right hip. He pushed those off and his cock sprang out and bounced down over his low, heavy nuts. He came towards me wearing only his silver chain and a pair of black dress socks that came up over his calves. "Fuck," I mouthed mindlessly to myself, he was pulsing heat and sweat as he came towards me. He looked bigger, stronger when filled with anger, jealousy, lust, whatever else was swirling around in that dark, handsome face. I spread my legs and leaned back against the mirror as he pulled at my swim trunks and tossed them into the tub. It knocked me backwards, but he caught the back of my head in his hand and leaned in for a kiss. He grabbed a towel and set it on the counter for my head to rest on and then pushed my feet so my knees drew up into my chest. As he hovered over me, I got a nose full of his cologne mixed with sweat. A few drops of his heat scent dripped down over my cold chest. It brought my dick to full mast. I reached down to rub it, but he shook his head and I let it drop against my tummy. He was training me. His fingers intertwined with my toes as he kissed me again and then lowered himself. Ali knelt down and I felt his tongue start to work into my hole. After watching him beat Nasir mercilessly, I was ready to give him whatever he needed. He'd earned his prize. It was his lion's right. His tongue worked inside me making my body twist and jerk as he filled me. I reached down and put my hand on his head, tangling his thick black hair through my fingers as he pushed it deep inside me. I laid back and closed my eyes, feeling them roll back until stars danced across the blackness. My body relaxed completely to its welcomed lion. I got into a crab position, tucking my knees behind my shoulders to give him full access to what he desired. He licked, swirled, chewed, and tongue-fucked his prize into submission as it grew to accept and then demand more of him. He reached up and put his fingers against my lips. He pressed into my mouth and I sucked them hungrily. He pulled my mouth downward with it until our eyes met. His stare bored into me from behind my cock which throbbed in time to his tongue fucking. His intense gaze let me know I was his for the taking. He pushed his fingers right up against my throat until I felt my body convulse on the edge of vomiting. I rocked forward and nearly wretched. He popped his fingers out and traced a wet path down to my throat. He massaged it gently and furrowed his brows at me to show concern for my watery eyes. He worked one wet finger, then another inside my hole, rubbing the places that made my cock pounce and jump against my tummy. I started to jerk it again but he grabbed my hand and pulled it off with force. He pinned my hand against the counter. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to cum from his assault on my hole and it wasn't that far away. He worked the two fingers inside me and then when he got all the way past the last knuckle, he took them out and left the room. I laid there on the cold marble counter instantly feeling loss as my hole twitched and pulsed, missing its filling intruder. My cock throbbed against my stomach as it remembered the rhythm of him in me. I started to whimper like a dog waiting for his treat. He came back a minute later, still wearing the black socks that accentuated his strong brown calves. He held the bottle of liquid that had made me feel good the last time he'd fingered me. He came close to me, leaned down and kissed me wildly and then squirted a line of clear goo onto his cock. He drizzled a healthy amount inside my pulsing hole. He fisted his cock a few times to spread it evenly, still at full mast and now shiny with lube. Ali lined it up with my hole and started to poke the tip in. I instantly lurched forward, it was too big. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he gave me that "Shhh, it's ok" face. He mouthed the word "slow" and leaned down to put his tongue back into my waiting lips. He tongue-wrestled me as he slowly eased his cock inside me. He had one hand behind my back, rubbing it in slow circles as I lifted off the counter. It was painful, but I wanted this. I wanted to please him. He deserved all that I had to give. All my stabs at holding on to my last bit of manhood melted away as he burned off his fighting, protective energy on my needy hole. He slowly slid into me, minute by minute, letting his cock settle and allowing me to accept him. I felt so stretched yet my body wanted more. I held on tightly to his shoulders as he slid both arms underneath me and pushed deeper inside of me. He raised one hand off of me and made the sign for "I love you" and pressed it down against my heart. I raised myself up and our lips met in a hot kiss as I threw my arms around his neck again. Ali lifted me up off the bathroom counter into his cave of muscles and I let my legs fall to wrap around his thick waist. He backed up and leaned against the wall as he steadied me on him, slowly lowering me down more on his cock. He turned around as he began to bottom out inside me. I felt my cheeks resting against his furry balls. He leaned me against the wall and buried his face into my shoulder as I put my head into the nape of his neck and whimpered softly in desperate need of him. I caught sight of us in the mirror, my body blocked by his dark, hulking, muscular frame. My eyes met my own in the mirror and I chewed on his shoulder as he started to push in and out of me. My own cock was leaking against his tummy as it bumped in time to his movements. We looked pretty hot together. I watched his ass muscles tense every time he pushed into me and then relax as he withdrew. He started to work up a steady rhythm and his cock pushed all the right buttons inside my hole. He owned me and he knew it. I belonged to my lion and it was time to seed his cub. He fucked furiously in and out of me as I moaned and tried to keep up with the mix of pain and pleasure. His animal had taken over completely and he no longer stopped to check my face for distress. He couldn't stop. I clamped on tight with my arms around his shoulders as my cock started to erupt against his stomach. "AHHHHH! AHHHH!" I started to wail as I tensed and jerked in his arms. My hole was twitching and clamping down on his cock as I shot and soon I felt him squeeze me little too tightly and very quickly pulse his cock in and out of me. He had his face buried into my shoulder sucking on my chest as he shot deep inside me. I felt warm globs shoot deep inside me and some of it started to leak out around his dick. My moment was cut short as he rode me a little too rough. It started to feel a little raw and I pleaded soft cries as he kept up the pace, filling me to capacity. He couldn't stop and I really didn't want him to. I endured it for what felt like an hour as he finished inside me filling me with his seed. I felt shot after shot work its way deep inside me, planting his mark on my heart. My hole was on fire, but filled, content. For the first time in my life I could understand why gay dudes did this. I'd never felt so open and raw yet so protected and safe with anyone. He slowly calmed down and held his cock buried deep in me. It was too big to detach just yet. It started to feel ok since he wasn't moving it. I hoped he'd keep it in until it went down a little. Ali backed up and sat against the counter, balancing me on his cock with one arm under my butt. He reached down with one hand to take off his socks and again threw them across the room. He got back up and took us over to the tub, turning on the water and putting down the plug as he easily held me against his chest. We laid there as the warm water rose around us and our breath calmed in sync. I looked up at him and he just shook his head with the biggest smile then mouthed, "Wow." He reached for the dry erase marker he kept near the tub and wrote on the tile, "Are you ok, my love?" "Yes sir, just a little sore down there. Please don't move it." I wrote back and then collapsed again into his arms. He nodded and rested me against his chest, rubbing my back slowly while kissing my head and rocking me slowly. I looked back and saw him use his toes to turn off the water as the tub filled up. I felt his heart thumping hard against my ear as he recovered. I'd given his muscles quite the workout. "I'm sorry about Nasir, I knew I should have made you stay in the house. It was my fault for letting you go, you are too naive to see when a lion has you in his sight. You're trusting and simple," Ali wrote as we came down together. "Did you get my bracelet taps?" I asked, suddenly wondering. Ali made a crazy face, "I nearly drove off the road! I was heading back already. My phone locked up because it got too many alerts. All I could think of was getting back to my baby. What happened?" I wrote out the story in parts, stopping to erase it a few times as I ran out of room. Meanwhile his cock had softened and was slowly slipping out of me followed by a large amount of his seed. I felt sad to feel it go. Ali felt so bad for what had happened to me, and so proud of white dog. He promised that Nasir would never get another chance at being alone with me. "What is that dog's name?!" I wrote. "Kadir, he is an attack dog and is obviously bonding to you!" Ali smiled, quite pleased with his purchase. Ali finished washing us and rinsed the now cold water over me. He lifted me up out of the tub and set me on my feet. I followed him to the towels and he dried me off. He pulled a tube of ointment from a cabinet and spread it over and inside my hole. It was soothing and warm. We dressed for a nap. As we laid down in bed, Ali opened his laptop he typed: "Hearing you speak, that was the first time. You sound exactly like I thought you would, like the voice I hear every night you are in my dreams. Why don't you talk? I thought you could only make little noises. You said my name and it made everything else going on irrelevant." "I don't talk because I don't know what it sounds like and when I was little I got made fun of. People tried to get me to do it so they could laugh. Since then I just kind of forgot how. I didn't know how else to make you stop hitting him. I thought you would kill him," I typed. "It was awesome. I think you freaked everyone out. Nasir will be punished by his father for such shame and I'm pretty sure Ben will need to revisit his pledge," Ali assured me. I asked what he meant by that. "The cub, when choosing his lion to be loyal to, signs an agreement. Ben especially gave up all of his money for his loyalty. Ben was a successful business developer from a wealthy family in New York when he met Nasir. He gave up a lot to be by his side and help Nasir get his finances and business back on track. Nasir was losing all kinds of money." I typed back, "Will I sign a pledge? I don't have anything to give you. I do have the money I got with my scholarship, but it only spends on the university campus for supplies. Do you need any pens?" I joked. Ali laughed and kissed me, "I do love a nice pen. You have everything I could ever want and I hope you choose me to share with... even if I can't let you live outside my home. I hope you will come to understand what it feels like for me. It seems like anytime I leave you alone, danger lurks to envelop you. It isn't making much of a case to let you return to the dorms." Today was definitely not the time to argue with him. I nodded, made the I love you sign and pressed it against his chest. We settled in to hold each other for awhile as Kadir jumped on the bed and was rewarded with adoring rubs from the both of us. ******************************* I must have fallen asleep, it had been a crazy morning. When I opened my eyes, Ali was dressed in jeans that went down just past his knees and a tight white t-shirt with a deep v-neck that showed off his pecs and necklace. He slid onto the bed next to me and opened his laptop. "I have a surprise for you, it's almost time," he wrote out. "Can we do the thing we just did again?" I typed, but then a green box appeared in the middle of the screen. It said, "New Call from Caleb T." I sat up excitedly as Ali clicked on the box that said accept. The screen filled with an image of someone's hair. The body leaned back and sat in a chair and I saw Caleb's face. He beamed as he saw me and started to reach for me. I reached towards the screen too. We'd been best friends since 5th grade and he was still back in Los Angeles. Ali sat up against the pillows and pulled me over into his lap before setting the laptop in front of me. We immediately started signing a mile a minute back and forth. He looked so good. He had started working on weight training at the beginning of summer and it was really paying off. He had tanned a bit and his tank top revealed bulging biceps and pecs. "You look so good!" I signed excitedly. "You too! I can't believe all that's happened to you. Ali called me every day since it happened to let me know how you are," he signed back. I gave him a confused look and he signed back, "My dad is your emergency contact for the university. Did you forget?" Caleb alternated between speaking and listening to Ali and signing with me. He even translated a little between us when we told him all about what had happened. "So you're gay?" Caleb signed with a confused look at me. "No, I," I paused, not sure how to answer that. "You could have been gay with me! You know how I feel about you. It took an arab dude with a pile of cash to bring it out of you?" he signed with a half smile. "I guess so. I don't know what we are," I signed and desperately hoped that Caleb wasn't voicing all this to Ali. I looked back at Ali who was rubbing my tummy and checking messages on his phone. He had tuned out. "This is so you, Em. You did a stupid dance group and lucked into a full scholarship abroad. You went for a walk and found an oil tycoon to fall in love with you. What next? He's so sexy too. I wish you could hear his voice. It's so deep and that accent! So sexy." Caleb was getting jealous, but he smiled, always happy for me. I leaned to the right so Caleb could get a full view of Ali. Ali looked up from his phone and blushed a little. I started to pull up his shirt for Caleb to see his abs, but he pushed my hand, and pulled me back to center against his chest, resting his lips on my shoulder. I could see what we looked like to Caleb framed in a small box in the corner of our screen. "Nice, Em, I wasn't already jealous enough," Caleb leaned back against his chair and adjusted his shorts as he took us in, "When are you coming home?" I shrugged. I really didn't know. Ali leaned forward and said something to Caleb who started translating for me, "He needs to make some phone calls and will leave us for a little bit." Caleb waved as Ali slid me gently off his lap, kissed my cheek, and left with his phone. "He's gone?" Caleb asked with his fingers. I nodded and he continued, "Em, I think you need to come home. This whole thing just doesn't make sense. He's kind of crazy. He asked a million questions about you and your history. He asked me to scan pictures of you over the years. He said he was putting together a feel better book for you. Did you ever get it?" Caleb continued, "He knew a lot about your history. He even knew info on some of the foster families you grew up with. He knew about your parents. He knew you were allergic to certain things. You haven't known him long enough for all that and half the time you were unconscious. I'm worried about you." "I'm ok, Caleb. He loves me and I think I love him too. Maybe he researched all that stuff to take care of me." "Em, you don't need to be taken care of. That is called stalking. What about your classes? What about your scholarship? Are you living with him? How much have you done with him? Are you using protection?" Caleb was filled with questions. "I don't know, he said I'm not safe being on my own in this country. He doesn't want me going back to the dorm. We've done some stuff, and no, we didn't use any protection." I felt ashamed at that. I don't know why I hadn't thought about it. "You sucked his dick without a condom? Are you dumb? We sat through those classes together. You know what could happen." Caleb was getting pissed. "I didn't suck his dick." I sighed, looking down at Caleb's chest. "Oh, so you two just like jerked each other? So you haven't really had sex yet, ok ok, that's safe," Caleb looked relieved. "No, we... he put it inside me." I admitted. I didn't lie to Caleb. "You know better..." Caleb stared at me with a defeated look. We just stared at each other for a few minutes then he signed, "Now he won't let you go back to school?" I nodded. "Do I need to come out there and kick some ass?" Caleb finally signed, cracking a smile to ease the tension. I nodded again. "I'm not happy with this. You know people take advantage of you being deaf. He just seems very controlling, and being able to control what you hear and say... that's big for a guy hiding things." We spent probably another hour talking about lighter stuff. He wanted to know how big Ali was and how it felt. He confessed he'd always thought about what it would be like to be inside me. That was gross, we're practically brothers. I introduced him to Kadir who was alternating between the outside sunshine and the inside me time. He asked for my phone number so we could text, but I didn't know where the phone was or what the number was. That was long gone apparently. ******************************** After I signed goodbye to Caleb I realized Ali still wasn't back. I hated that Caleb was so suspicious of Ali. He always thought the worst of people which was why he didn't date the same guy for too long. The face chat closed out and I closed the file Ali and I had been typing in. The desktop was a picture of me Ali had taken the first time we had gone to the gym together. I was standing in a small pair of gym shorts with my shirt off doing a muscle pose to show the little development my biceps could muster. My cheeks were red from blushing at him insisting on taking "before" pictures of our workouts. I moved the cursor over to a series of files with names written in arabic. I tried hard to remember how he had written my name in arabic letters on the back of his business card when we first met. No file name seemed to match that so I just started opening and looking. The first file just had a bunch of spreadsheet documents. I closed that one and opened the next. This one was full of pictures of us. He liked to take "Selfies" with me in his lap. Everyday he'd do a different one. Pic after pic was us smiling, me in his arms. Then there were some of me asleep on his chest or holding the stuffed lion. There were a few showing the injuries from my fall. My hair had been cut and the bruise looked pretty bad. I guess that's why they kept me on medicine for so long. I scrolled through the file, always darting my eyes back to the door to check for him. I scrolled past a ton of pictures from when we were just hanging out together. He took a bunch. It all just confirmed that he loved me. He really did. There wasn't anything wrong with it, right? Emerson and the Lion Ch. 03 There were pictures of me from before I came here. He had the pictures Caleb must have been talking about. One showed our 7th grade field trip to the dairy, us posing in front of an unhappy cow. Another was us sitting in swimsuits by the pool a year ago. Then there was one from the dance we'd done for the visiting sultan. This was the event that led to my coming here. At the bottom, there was another folder and this one was labeled Emerson Kelley. Ali never called me by my full name. Even in his phone he had me entered as "the baby." I made a quick check of the window and saw Ali coming back with a servant holding a tray behind him. I closed out of the folders and tried to remember what the arabic script looked like for the one about me. I closed his laptop and laid on my side with my eyes closed, faking a nap. Like sleeping beauty I opened my eyes at his kiss. Ali pointed towards the table where plates were left for us. I was pretty hungry, but what I really wanted was to open that file. I looked over at him as we ate. Was Caleb right? What was he hiding? Our dinner plates didn't match up. Ali had a thick steak on his plate with a side of roasted potatoes and vegetables, while mine held a small piece of grilled chicken and salad which was flavorless but probably just what I needed. He reached over to take my hand as he ate and I put my hand into his. As we settled in for sleep that night, I typed on the tablet that I wanted to go back to school. He took the tablet from me and studied it for awhile and then typed back, "OK... I don't think it's a good idea yet, but we start slow and if you feel sick or overwhelmed or even lonely, you will let me know. I will take you and pick you up. You will answer my texts when I send them. Right away." I nodded excitedly and decided to push my luck. I took the tablet and typed, "And I want a car. Nothing too fancy," He took the tablet and laughed, tossed it on the bed and pulled me up onto his chest. I straddled his stomach with my knees and leaned down into him. He kissed me wildly and then started to tickle me until I pounded my fists on his chest. I'd agree to any condition. I'd follow any rule he wanted. I was ready to get back. He pulled the covers around us and leaned me into his chest, and then one thing led to another and we got another round at each other. ********************** Sunday was my first day back to classes (The concept of a weekend is different here). We had woken up early and did a full workout which wore me out, but I was determined to get back to why I was here in this country. He got all the way to the drop off area and then typed out, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded and gave him a kiss. He had on a tight black polo shirt tucked in to soft, grey dress pants that had this almost silky texture. Safe behind the heavily tinted windows, I leaned in to kiss him. His cologne hit my nose and I melted into him. I'd come to associate so much with that smell, it would mark these memories for the rest of my life. I was dressed in a long-sleeve white shirt and light grey pants. Both were made of this super thin material that was designed to block the sun without making me hot. Ali had picked it out, of course. He typed that for a boy to be covered up completely meant he belonged to someone, a family... or a lion. Wearing clothes that showed skin implied that I was free to be looked at and would send the wrong message to other lions out there. There was so much to learn about this culture. My first class was biology and the sign language translator didn't show up for me. The professor waited a few minutes and then put me up at the front next to his star student who typed out impeccable notes. I sat uncomfortably close to him and read almost word for word what was going on in the class. He was my age, dark and very thin. He smelled like cloves and didn't care much for deodorant. At the end of the class, he sent the whole thing to me in an email. He made sure to do this in front of the professor to earn a smile and nod from him. I was mostly lost through the whole class, but at least I could go back and read the chapters I had missed and use these notes to catch up. After I got out I immediately texted Ali to let him know everything was ok. I had another class before lunch and he told me he was picking me up for lunch and to wait for him outside my next class when it let out. I didn't tell him about the trouble with the translator as I was sure he would use it as an excuse to come and get me. On the way to my next class I passed my dorm. I didn't have my keys or anything (I still didn't know where they were), but I really wanted to go up and see it with the 15 minutes I had before the next class. I took the elevator up and went to my door. It was closed, and I knocked just to see if Adam was there, he wasn't. And then I saw what was written beside the door. Back where my name had been typed under Adam's, there was some other name. Someone had taken my room. I backed up until my backpack hit the wall. I didn't really think Ali would let me move out, but I thought at least I'd have the option. I took a picture of it with my phone and gathered myself for a moment before heading off to my next class. Emotions could wait. I wanted to get through one regular day. I was late to the second class. I'd forgotten which hallway it was down. It was an arabic class, just reading and writing of course. My translator wasn't there either. I guess she didn't get the call that I was coming back. I would have to make it without her. Class had already started and the professor looked at me with disdain for coming in late. Everyone was leaned over their desks working on some paper. He pushed paper at me without a word and directed me to a seat high up in the little auditorium. I realized it was a quiz or test of some kind. I sat down and looked at it and my heart sank. Everything on there was written in Arabic. All I had learned before my injury was things like days, colors, some objects. I had no idea what to do. I did recognize the space for my name and the date. I sat there for the whole time just trying to make sense of things. I didn't even recall the things I'd learned before I left. Maybe the hit to the head had knocked it out. I felt this anxiety build inside my stomach, tighten my chest, suck the air out of my lips. I froze and felt my head start pounding. I only looked up because I saw a finger tap my desk. I looked up and the professor was giving me that "what kind of idiot are you?" look. He held his hand out and I gave him my paper with only a few blanks filled in. He gave me an arrogant smirk and then pointed towards the door. I grabbed my backpack and followed his direction. Every step felt like my legs were wobbly. ****************************** Ali was there outside my class building talking on the phone. He pulled me into him and patted my shoulder as he pushed me off towards his car. He opened the door for me and put me inside before closing it and finishing up his conversation. I pulled at the collar of my shirt feeling hot and tight. I couldn't breath well. He slid in behind the wheel and reached over to squeeze my hand as we drove to lunch. For lunch we went back to his office which was close to the university. He had take-out food cartons waiting on his desk. He brought them over to a table in the corner of his office with a spectacular view of the city. I hadn't even looked at him, but he seemed too busy to notice. He was typing things into his laptop as he opened the cartons. His lunch was a pita sandwich stuffed with lamb, a lot of salad, and some other unidentified sides. My take-out carton was smaller and again filled with salad and grilled chicken. He had a large tablet on the table and he hit a button and started to talk as it translated to text for me. "How did it go? You look tired." Before I could answer, he got a phone call. The text translator was on but he was speaking mostly in Arabic and my day had already proven that I couldn't read it. I watched the script dance across the screen and it just made me feel awful all over again. He paused a few times to type "eat! eat!" When he finished, he asked how things went and I told him all about the test. He was furious. The tablet translated his speech to text that the whole thing was completely unfair. I hadn't been there. I didn't have a translator. I had medical issues. He finished with, "Don't worry, baby, I will fix this. It's not right." "You can't fix everything for me. I should have spoken up for myself and written a note." I typed. "Yes, but they know who your family is. They assured me you wouldn't have to worry. We have given huge amounts to that school. Our family name is on three buildings." "You can't buy my grades, Ali. I'm here on scholarship and I don't want to cause trouble." I typed back, ignoring the lunch he kept pushing closer to me. "You're not on scholarship. That's for kids who need it. I paid it off so someone else could have it and then paid for your classes all the way through to the end. You're marked as first class now. You're with my family. You're one of us." I took a second as my brain puzzled several pieces into place. I opened my phone to the picture I'd taken of my dorm room door and slid it over to him. I typed, "Is that why I lost my room? The guy who got my scholarship got my room and things? What happened to all my stuff? How could you do this without even talking to me? Where will I live?" He dropped his fork with a look that told me this was the first time he'd considered that I might not be super happy with what he'd done. He looked genuinely confused. "Of course I saved your things. They are in one of the guest rooms. I was saving it until you felt more settled with me. You'll live with me. Why would you want to go back there with the scholarship kids? You have all the money you could ever need now. Your place is in my bed and on my heart." "Because," I typed, "It was mine. It was the first time I had something that was mine. You had no right to take away my choices. I had everything set up and now it's gone. I want to go back to school now. I have class this afternoon." I pushed away from the table and went towards my backpack. He grabbed my arm, pulled me between his spread legs, and wrapped his arms around me. He rubbed my tummy lightly and kissed the back of my neck. His lion scent hit my nose. For some stupid reason it made my hole twitch and my dick hard, but I was supposed to be mad at him. I wanted to be mad at him. "I did this for you... for us," he said to the tablet translator. "I did this because I need you with me when I go to sleep and when I wake up. I need to know you're not out wandering the campus too late at night or coming back from the shower in a towel that shows you off to every horny jerk in your dorm. You don't think they would take advantage of you. You're too naive to see how men see your little baby butt and trusting smile. You're upset right now, but someday you'll understand. You have to understand, little cub. You don't know how my body aches when you're out of my arms. You are mine to protect." He pulled me up into his lap and I felt his cock throb against me. He was pulling me deeper into his control and it had us both strangely turned on yet angry. He slid my salad in front of me, and I took a few bites while sorting out the tornado of emotions. My stomach wasn't feeling hungry, but food was not the argument we needed to have at the moment. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 04 Thank you for the feedback. Let me know if you want me to post more. -Emri ++++ We fell into a routine the next few weeks. We hit the gym every morning before breakfast and he'd direct my workout. We cleaned up together, and then he'd pick out my clothes for school. It was always something that had me covered from neck to feet. He would drive me to class and drop me off with a kiss, slipping my cell phone out of his pocket and into mine. At the end of the day he would take it back and look it over. He would say I had no need for the emergency phone when I was with him. Who else would I contact in an emergency? He would drive us home or back to his office if he had business to finish. I would work on my homework at the table in his office. We worked on my writing and reading in Arabic too. He downloaded apps on his tablet for my practice. He got all kinds of dictionaries and kids books with a lot of pictures. Every night for 45 minutes exactly, he would only communicate with me using the tablet with the Arabic keyboard on. Some nights I would get so frustrated that I'd cross my arms and glare at him. He would pull me into his lap and relax me, but wouldn't let me quit. "You can do this. You can keep going for me, little cub," he would type. Ali started to make it a game. He would write little notes in Arabic about where he had hidden something and what it was. It would be something like, "There are 3 coins taped inside of the yellow shirt you wore to the mall last Thursday." If I found it, I got to keep the coins. I was building up quite the piggy bank! Very rarely, the hidden prize would be a small bag of tiny sized cookies or some peppermints. This was not a house where junk food was allowed, and we almost never had anything with sugar. Ali said it eats your teeth and muscles. He demonstrated this by baring his teeth at me and pretending to bite my arms, legs, and tummy, before flipping me over and nibbling on my bottom. I didn't bring up the loss of my dorm room or scholarship again. I did tell Caleb all about what had happened the next time we did the face chat app on Ali's computer, but Caleb got me all angry about it. Ali could tell when he came back in the room, and after that he started to sit in while I signed with Caleb over the computer. The downside to that is that sometimes Caleb would use his voice with Ali without signing what was going on for me. They would have conversations while I sat there looking annoyed at the both of them. They were bonding without me. I started to feel a little jealous when they did that. I know neither of them were each other's type, and Ali expressed surprise to me afterwards at the revealing outfits Caleb would wear to class. "A 'light' boy of 18 going to school in a tank top and small shorts is not acceptable," he typed. He called us "light" boys sometimes. I don't know if he meant "white" or if it was his way of saying we were weak, small, or maybe both. Caleb hadn't lifted weights as much with his busy schedule and he was losing weight, shrinking to my size which he knew Ali liked. Ali typed, "My boy would never leave my house dressed like that. My cub saves himself for his lion." Caleb asked when I had a holiday coming up and kept dropping hints that he would take time off to come see me if he could afford it. Ali pretended not to pick up on it. However, one of his notes in Arabic said there was a surprise in a small red box. I found it at the very back of a bottom shelf in the kitchen. Inside was a coin and another note in Arabic script that said, "Caleb will receive his tickets soon." I brought him the note excitedly, and slipped the coin into the jar he found for my money. I pounced on the bed where he was stretched out working on his keyboard. He closed it and got down to his real work, me. **************************** The jar was getting full and Ali took me to the table one day to show me some important papers. He wanted to set up a bank account for me and showed me the forms. It was a bank back near where I grew up in LA. He helped me fill out the necessary forms and signed them and then included a check for the value of the coins. "Woah," I typed, "That is a lot of money! I thought they were just coins I was finding." "They are," he typed back as he pulled me into his lap, "Some are very rare. This one is just a token from a car wash I used in Miami once, but this one is pure silver from a mine in South America. This other one is an antique from a country that was taken over. You earned them by studying and working hard. That is your job and you deserve to be paid. If anything should happen to me, you can go home and be provided for. I will always protect you... I'll add to it the more you work and learn." He showed me all of the coins, and explained them. One was a casino chip from Monte Carlo, another he had received as a gift from Danish Royalty. The last coin was one he had found on the subway in Tokyo. He really had seen the world and it brought me back to the reality that I had no idea what kind of power held me in his lap. I signed a few more documents that didn't have the bank logo on the top. One was in Arabic and Ali explained that it was for my student visa and identification card. It was to let the government know that I was covered by his family name. A guest who is suspected or accused of a crime is immediately sent home. If I was ever suspected or accused, I would be sent to his father for appropriate punishment. If I committed a serious crime, then the courts would deal with me, but this was their law to let families discipline their own for minor or suspected infractions. It all sounded kind of scary. I didn't plan to get into trouble. He also told me the family would be responsible for any restitution necessary if I damaged anything or anyone. "It is easy to get into trouble, little cub, if you don't know the law and culture. This is why I am so protective of you. I know you think I'm just being controlling, but it is for your good," he typed and then kissed me. The last paper was an offer on property. He said he wanted me to help him with it. It was a property in Los Angeles and things would be easier if purchased by an American citizen. "You don't have to help me with this if you don't want to. It is just a place for me to put some investments. You can think about it for awhile if you want. There is no rush," he typed. I picked up the pen, but he took it from me and typed, "Only if you are sure." I shrugged. It wasn't like he would scam me and I didn't have any credit to ruin or anything. I filled out where he showed me and settled back into his lap. ************************ The week leading to Caleb's arrival I was extra good and did my work without complaint. I followed his workouts and made sure I kept our nights together happy and enjoyable for him. He was working on big business deals at work. I could tell because, although he never discussed his business with me, he was on the phone more and our lovemaking was hurried, a little more painful and urgent. But when the lights went out, he always held me to his chest. This was our private talk time every night on his tablet, in English. He thanked me for being a good cub and bringing peace to his life. *********************************** Caleb arrived on a Thursday. A long limo pulled up and he was escorted out wearing dark sunglasses and looking exhausted. He only brought his backpack since Ali told him clothes would be provided. I ran at him and he pulled me into his tight chest. He still used that cologne he found in 9th grade at the discount store. It smelled clean with a hint of vanilla. We held each other for a little too long until I felt Ali reach in between us and pull me back towards his chest. I looked up at him and saw a tinge of jealousy there. It was completely unnecessary. Ali leaned around me and gave Caleb a hug of his own, and a light kiss on the cheek. I stepped back and saw my friend in person for the first time since I'd hugged him goodbye at the airport in LA. He had grown maybe an inch, and looked thinner than he appeared on the face chat program. Ali took his backpack while they chatted back and forth. Caleb walked with us back to our little house in the back. He seemed to know that Ali was the one to impress, so he talked with him rather than signed with me. Ali put his hand on my back and pushed me back to our home. Kadir followed us to the house and I leaned down to hug him and waved for Caleb to crouch and pet him. Kadir sniffed Caleb appraisingly as if deciding whether he should live or die. He decided on life and licked Caleb's cheek. "I am so tired. I couldn't sleep much on the plane and I had to change planes in Istanbul. But I got first class!" Caleb signed and spoke excitedly. "I sat next to an Arabian guy who didn't drink so he kept giving me his champagne and getting refills. I napped for a little bit, but I think he was trying to touch me. But it was fun!" "Trying to touch you? What? Why? Eww!," I signed back and Caleb translated to speech for me. "Yes, that happens when you are a boy showing skin so freely," Ali lamented with a raised eyebrow. It felt like the three of us were in a real, natural conversation. Caleb was used to signing super fast and he did well with Ali's way of speaking. I kept looking at my lion realizing he had a very high sense of humor. Caleb used our bathroom to take a shower and then wanted to lay down for a nap. Ali suggested he show him to his guest room, but both Caleb and I begged to just let him nap in our bed. It was certainly big enough for 4 or 5 men. Ali worked on his laptop while Caleb slept. I sat between them and started on my Arabic writing for the day. I didn't get much done. I kept looking over at him in his t-shirt and jogging shorts facing me and holding onto my pillow. He looked up at me, those green eyes that never had anything but good intentions for me in all our years of friendship. I reached behind my pillow and pulled out the stuffed lion Ali had given me and put it against his chest. He smiled and raised up on his elbow as he took it and flipped it over. He rubbed the place where Ali had the heart sewn on with his name and gave me an "aww" look with pouty lips. I looked back towards Ali who was watching us with interest. He tapped at my tablet where I was working on my Arabic to tell me to focus. I nodded and he leaned over and kissed my forehead before going back to his work. We let Caleb sleep for a few hours. I finished my work and started watching a nature video with the sound off (no need) and captions on. Ali alternated between making phone calls over at the table and snuggling me while pretending to care about the elephant herd I was focused on. He had already told me that soon he would switch my closed captions from English to Arabic, so I was trying to memorize the shows. Samir came in with his dark muscles bulging under a tight red t-shirt and jeans. He gave Ali his mail for the day and then paused to look at the three of us. I turned off the nature show and decided to do another writing lesson as I waited impatiently for Caleb to wake up. He moved around to look more closely at Caleb, pointed, and then said something to Ali. Ali nodded and Samir gave an approving smile. Samir gave me a wave and thoughtful smile. He pointed towards my tablet with a questioning look. I turned it to show him my Arabic writing. Samir shook his head like I was doing something wrong. Then he made gestures to say, "I show you?" I looked over at Ali who had a wide, knowing grin. He nodded his head and pulled me over towards his side and slipped his arm around me. Samir crawled up the bed to sit against the pillows between me and the sleeping Caleb who wiggled a little, but didn't seem to wake. Samir pretended to fix something with my writing, but his eyes kept darting over to the sleeping Caleb whose shirt was riding up a little to expose a very white tummy with faint ab muscles. I got a whiff of too much cologne when Samir leaned over me to say something to Ali. We got through the activities in the app and I passed it over to Ali who pretended to check it with scrutiny. Of course it was right, Samir was a native. I'm not sure when Caleb actually woke up, but he started to go into this half-asleep mode where he moved closer to Samir who was only too eager to accommodate his dreamy advances. Now it was my turn to laugh. I knew how Caleb was with his "accidental" brushes up against guys when he thought he could get away with it. "Aww sorry man," he'd say as he cupped a guy's butt when we were going through a crowd. He was definitely no stranger to bold, questionable flirting. Caleb started to sit up, looking unnaturally groggy as he put a hand on Samir's stomach to lift himself. He moved it down to Samir's thigh. He looked up at him with a smile and then faked shock and took his hand away. He apologized profusely, signing so I could be in on the joke. Samir, much more naive than his older brother, put his hands forward with that look of, "It's ok, no worries." He reached forward to put a hand on Caleb's shoulder. Caleb held on tightly with one hand to my stuffed lion, and batted his green eyes with a major dose of innocent surprise. He was good! I am not anywhere near as smooth with that stuff. I reached over and grabbed my stuffed lion from Caleb's arms. I didn't want Ali cub exposed to this tawdry event. Caleb gave me a sneer at the loss of his prop, but he pressed on. One look at Samir's wide, dopey smile and dazzled black eyes let me know he was falling fast for Caleb. I got the same look frequently from my own Hamad brother. Ali pulled me over and into his lap with my head against his chest so we could both watch this show. He stroked my side and then down to my bottom. I felt badly for Samir, and hoped he wasn't taking this too seriously. Caleb started signing for me again as Samir and he made introductions. Samir told Caleb he hoped he enjoyed his visit to his country and maybe he could show him around in a safe way. Samir told him that it wasn't safe for a gentle white boy to be unattended here. I looked up at Ali, that was the exact same line he used on me when we met. He smiled guiltily and leaned down to kiss my forehead. This exchange went on for awhile and I was so happy that Caleb signed it all for me. I missed having him with me. He was the outgoing one, the communicator, my gateway to the hearing world. I realized how much I had depended on him. He never asked for anything but friendship in return. I'd never really thanked him. I reached out and touched his shoulder as they flirted. They both paused and looked over at me. I signed "Thank you," to Caleb and he gave me a weird look, but then just went back to Samir. He was used to my weird randomness. Ali interrupted and told them that we were having an American style barbecue in a few hours, but could go swimming before then if we wanted. I hadn't been in the pool since the time with Nasir. This time, though, I knew Ali would be there and I could hold on to him while he swam around. Samir went to put on his swimsuit and show Caleb to his guest room. Ali led me to the closet and we put on our swimsuits. He chose a light blue speedo for himself and had a tough time tucking all of his junk in there. For me, he chose a regular pair of red trunks that came down to mid thigh. The sun was starting to make its trek to the horizon leaving behind the remains of the scorching day. He didn't make me put a shirt on, just slathered me in sunscreen. The servants had strung white christmas lights over the pool between the palm trees and there was a crazy awesome meat smell as one of them worked the big grill. Ali nudged me out and towards the pool as he set our towels out on a lounger. There were a few pool floats, and his brother Zaid was out splashing around with two other guys. Ali's father was lying in a lounger in the shade reading on his tablet. I could feel vibrations as we walked along the stone so there must have been music thumping. Samir came out with Caleb closely in front of him and they walked towards us. Caleb had been put in a small, white speedo that had a bit of a bulge. I can't imagine why they chose that for him. It made me feel bad, like Ali really thought he was some slutty gay. He really wasn't. He was my friend. I scowled at Ali and pointed towards it, but he shrugged to indicate it was not his choice. Samir, who swam every day, had put on white square cut trunks that contrasted his dark skin and a dodgers baseball cap on backwards. It looked like the one Caleb liked to wear. I turned to Zaid and noticed his friends had stopped splashing and were checking Caleb out as well. Caleb had his light hair pushed back in this poofy messy look. He stretched to show his chest and stomach, lightly tanned. He went to the deepest part of the pool and dove in perfectly, swimming right over to meet Zaid and his friends. Samir scurried behind him as Ali and I got in at the shallow end. We headed towards the group and Ali scooped me up into his chest when it got too deep for me to stand. He swam over to them as I clung to his neck. Caleb was in absolute heaven as he had all of the boys attention. He was doing well signing while treading water with his legs. Samir was right behind him, ready to save him if he went under. He told them we (pointing at me) were from Los Angeles, "You know, like Hollywood?" I laughed at that we were DEFINITELY not from that part of Los Angeles, not even close. Our LA was crumbling old apartment houses in the less desirable parts of the San Fernando Valley. They nodded with those "oh awesome" looks, and asked him if we knew any movie stars. Caleb tried to think of one. I splashed water at him and he turned to me so I could sign, "Yes we do!! Remember at the Topanga Mall?" Caleb got a big grin and told everyone about the time we were in the mall food court next to a big action star they all recognized. We stalked him all the way to the bathroom and were both grossed out that he didn't wash his hands after he peed. And then of course he ended his story saying that kind of stuff happens all the time in LA. Right! Exaggeration! The truth was we both grew up poor, his family got by, but neither of us was Beverly Hills material. Ali knew. He'd researched me and knew. He hugged me close as his body felt what I was thinking. He was getting bored with this and nodded over towards the water tables on one side of the pool. They were these cement tables that came up just above the water level with cement benches along the wall in semicircles around each table. We Ali swam us over to there and set me down next to him. He put his head on mine and an arm around me, working a hand into the back of my swimsuit. I gave a little yelp as he started to rub between my cheeks. Not here, not right now. I looked at him and he wasn't interested in socializing with others right now. It had been a long week and he wanted his cub bouncing in his lap to burn off some stress. Samir was starting to get annoyed at sharing Caleb with the others, so he suggested they swim over to the shallow end with us. They slid onto the bench next to us with Samir at my side. He checked behind me and realized Ali was handling me. He gave a little surprised look and returned his attention to Caleb. "Sorry, I know I'm here for you. I miss you, I do, There's just so much meat around here. Damn!" Caleb signed to me without speaking. "I know, but just pick one piece and stick with it," I signed back, laughing. Ali was starting to poke at my hole, and I squirmed, trying to calm the tornado forming inside me. Ali had a servant bring over a bottle of wine and glasses. He poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Caleb and then another for Samir. He poured a third one, but then turned to the servant and said something. There wasn't a glass for me. The three of them clinked a cheers and then sipped at it. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 04 I looked up at Ali and pointed at my chest, mouthing, "me?" He shook his head with that look that said, "of course not, don't be ridiculous." I felt like the kid again. "It's good?" I signed to Caleb. He shrugged, signing "Not bad." Samir slipped his arm along the edge of the pool behind Caleb's back. They both made quick gulps of their wine and Ali poured them more. I turned to Ali, fuming with a scowl. He knew Caleb was my age. Why couldn't I have some? He shook his head no and leaned down to nibble on my neck as his finger started to wiggle inside me. I was upset but my eyes started to slide back a little and I felt little waves of muscle spasms roll over me as he expertly played his cub's hole. He definitely knew me. I opened my eyes and Caleb gave me an amused glare and signed, "Dude, is he fingering you?" I nodded sheepishly, feeling my face turn crimson. I bit my lip and gave a "ah!" as Ali worked in a second finger a little too quickly. Ali used his other hand to quickly turn my face into his chest to quiet me. He let his fingers slide out of me and went back to just rubbing my bottom. I turned up to look at him, instantly feeling empty and he signed "Sorry, love. later." He was learning good signing. I looked back at Caleb who was now snuggling in to Samir's side. He was looking at him adoringly and signing as Samir told some story about winning a soccer match against the best team in the city. His chest was puffed out with hard, pointy little nipples as Caleb encouraged him with "wow," "awesome," and other things you say when someone you like is bragging. I saw Caleb rub Samir's thigh under the water. A servant knelt on the edge of the pool behind me and set a juice box down on the table in front of me. Like seriously, an actual little kid juicebox. It had the little straw and everything. Ali picked it up and unwrapped the straw, poking it through the foil seal and then held it to my lips as he sipped his wine. It was some organic sugar-free pomegranate juice, but it looked like something you'd give a kid. I shook my head and signed to Caleb, "This is a kid's drink. I'm an adult." He said it for Ali and then signed back Ali's response of, "Alcohol isn't good for a growing cub, this will help your allergies." I looked up at Ali and narrowed my eyes at him. He sighed and pointed towards his wine glass and made gestures to show "One sip and then juice for you." I nodded with a smile and signed, "Thank you." Ali let me have a sip and it was strong, with an almost meat taste to it. I recoiled and made a deep Eww face. He laughed at me and leaned down to kiss me, swirling his tongue around my mouth to soak up the remains of the wine. Caleb rolled his eyes at me as he signed for Ali who asked, "That was your first alcohol?" Caleb and I nodded in sync. He knew I'd never had any. "Of course it was your first. I forget what a good boy you are. Did you like it?" Ali asked through Caleb. I shook my head no and took a deep sip of my juice box to wash the flavor out. Ali refilled his glass and then leaned down to kiss my neck again as he slid me onto his lap. I felt his cock at full mast underneath me, straining up the side of the speedo. The servants brought over bowls and small cakes of soap for us to wash our hands before eating. Ali rubbed the soap over my hands and then put them in the water, scrubbing our hands together. We dried them and then the servants removed the bowls and brought back plates of food. Caleb, Samir, and Ali got plates with giant cheeseburgers with these big fluffy buns. We never had bread here so I really wanted to try it. I waited for them to bring mine, but was rewarded with a bowl of my usual salad and grilled chicken. Caleb looked at me stunned. "When have you ever said no to a burger?" he signed to me. I looked up at Ali and mouthed, "please." He picked up his cheeseburger and gave me a bite of it. I chewed it slowly, making it last. I hadn't eaten anything like this in a really long time. It was heaven. I decided not to press my luck asking for another bite. I started on my salad which did have a nice lemon dressing on it instead of the usual bland. The chicken was from the grill so it had a nice flavor too. "I like salad," I signed back to Caleb. He looked at me sadly and shook his head. "That's not you, Em," he signed back and offered me a bite of his cheeseburger. "No no, please, no," I signed pleadingly to him and looked up at Ali with a smile as I took another bite of my salad. My eyes assured him I was complying happily. He reached down and stroked my tummy under the water as I ate. "You worry me, are you sure you are ok here?" Caleb signed without using too much expression since Ali was learning signs somewhat well. "I'm happy. I make him happy and he makes me happy. It works, ok?" "Sure, ok," Caleb shrugged and went back to flirting with Samir. Zaid and the other boys were over at the next table enjoying their own food with wine. I couldn't quite figure Zaid out. He was between the boys who were paying attention to him now. Was anyone here into girls? Was it a family thing? I looked over at Dr. Hamad, Ali's father. He was still in his lounger reading on his tablet and eating some grilled chicken and salad off of a plate. He caught my eye and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled at him and he went back to reading his tablet. I finished my salad as Ali was pouring a second bottle of wine between the three of them. I snuggled back into his arms and squirmed on his still hard cock underneath me. I didn't ask for any more of the wine and hoped I'd never have to try it again. Caleb had finished his burger and stole Samir's Dodger hat, putting it on and earning an approving nod from him. Zaid was leaning against one of the boys as the other seemed to be doing something to him under the water. The sun was setting and night was bringing out the animal in everyone. I reached down between my legs and let my hand cup Ali's heavy balls. I squeezed them gently and he squirmed behind me, but made no move to push me away. He finished his burger and the servants came to clear away the plates. They brought over this small tray of grilled melons. Ali picked up a piece of watermelon and fed it to me. It had some kind of brulee on it and tasted like candy. I rubbed along his speedo covered cock as he fed more to me and ate some himself. Caleb opened his lips as Samir put a piece in his mouth. He swallowed it and made a satisfied sigh. Caleb picked up another piece and put it between his teeth and then went for Samir's lips. They kissed as Caleb pushed it into his mouth. I'm not sure who actually swallowed it, but it was pretty hot to watch. I peeled back Ali's speedo underneath me and started to jerk on his cock and rub it against my swimsuit covered bottom. He leaned in and started to chew on my earlobe. The lights dimmed and everyone got to pretending like they weren't doing anything indecent. I desperately needed him inside me and I looked up at him with pleading eyes as I poked his cock between my ass. He nodded with eyes that shared my urgency. Ali made our excuses and quickly ushered us back to the small house, saying goodnight to everyone. I would have hugged Caleb good night, but I think now wasn't the time for either of us to awkwardly rub our hardons together. Ali hid his cock behind me as he grabbed our towels and pushed us towards the house. He hit the window tinting on the keypad and the house went dark as he lifted me up and took me off to the bathroom. He fucked me hard in the bathtub, depositing his load deep inside me and then collapsing on top of me. In bed that night, I typed to confess my jealousy of how much attention everyone paid to Caleb. He'd always been the outgoing one, the popular one. I was happy for him, but I worried that everyone liked him better. "No, little cub," Ali typed back to him. "Caleb is cute, but my cub is beautiful. He is outgoing, but my cub is sweet and gentle and loyal. They don't look at you because they know they have no chance. Your body belongs to me and mine to you. They thought they could have a chance with him, that is why they stared. They know my cub is marked. Caleb is unclaimed, although Samir is doing his best." "What was with Caleb's tiny swimsuit? Did you pick out only skimpy things for him?" I typed. "No, I did not choose his clothing," Ali typed, "Samir picked out his things, I had no idea he would choose such a revealing outfit. But every lion has his own desires." "What about Zaid? Who were those guys?" I asked, bursting with questions. "Zaid has always been in need of a lion. He will find one. He longs for too much from too many lions. It is intimidating for them to come into our lair and see how much Zaid is already protected. He can be impulsive and get into trouble, knowing one of us will come rescue him and clean up the mess. But he is getting better. Those two boys have been around him for awhile. They seem ok sharing him. He needs two protectors." Ali typed. I didn't understand that, "You are all the lion I can handle," I typed and kissed his chest. "And you are all the cub I could ever desire," he typed back and leaned down to kiss me, "I forgot how noisy you can be when I play with your hole. I'm sorry for doing that in the pool. I know you can't hear yourself and when we're alone it's extremely hot. I don't ever want you to stop that. I crave it in my dreams most nights when I picture you bouncing on me, moaning into my chest and biting my nipple." He was getting hard again and I leaned over to play with him all over again. ********************* The next morning I woke up with one of Ali's Arabic notes paperclipped to my t-shirt. I thought at first it was a bug so I sat bolt upright and started swatting at it. Ali leaned up and grabbed me and picked the note off of me. He opened it for me with a laugh. "Your prize this morning is hidden in my __________. You must finish its ________ with your lips to receive your prize." I decoded everything except two words. I pointed at them and he just shrugged, not offering me any help. He reached down and pushed back the covers and pet his white briefs to indicate his cock needed more attention, but I wanted to figure out these words. I went for the tablet and typed the words in the dictionary app. The first word translated as "Slang term for male underwear." The second word translated to, "slang term for ejaculation." I looked back at Ali's briefs covered cock which he was petting with more urgency. I pulled the waistband back and it sprang free. I saw there was something silver just above the base of his cock. I pulled at it and realized it was a silver bracelet wrapped around his cock and balls. "For me!?!" I signed excitedly. It was beautiful. Ali signed "No!" and pointed at the clue which clearly said I had to finish it with my lips to get the prize. I'd never sucked his dick before or any dick at all. Caleb was shocked when I confessed over the face chat program that Ali had fucked me but I'd never "gone down" on him. I guess in gay steps the sucking thing came first. We'd just had bigger things to accomplish. I didn't really know what to do. I leaned down over his fully hard cock and put my lips against the tip. Ali put his hand on the back of my head and looked down at me expectantly. He opened his mouth wide to show me how this worked. I did and he poked the tip past my lips. I felt it slide across my tongue. I started to lap at it awkwardly. We kept our eyes on each other. He seemed to be enjoying himself and started to thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deeper along my tongue. I started to bob for apples on his cock, and grabbed it with my right hand, pumping it gently. I felt like this was not something I was doing a good job at. I tried to take him deeper, but every time he hit my throat I gagged and pushed back. I tried to keep taking it and get over my gagging. I used my other hand to pull at his balls. I liked to do that to myself when I was jerking off. I knew this wasn't going well. I looked up at him and he gave me a half hearted smile. He was so sweet that he would pretend I was good even if it was the worst he'd ever had. I sat up and leaned over him to the slip of paper and pencil on the side table. "I'm not good at this, never done before," I wrote. Ali pulled me into his chest, kissed me deep, and then stood up. He set me down on the cold, tile floor and stood in front of me, wagging his hard cock in my face. Ali put his hand on my head and tangled my hair between his fingers, pulling me gently to get up on my knees. I did and was lip to tip with his cock. He rubbed the fat head of it across my lips. I opened my mouth and let it slide in along my tongue. He got half of it in and then very slowly started to push back until I started to gag. He slid it out just enough and saw how far my current limit was. I looked up at him and he pointed at me and then to his lips. He formed them in a hard circle. I tried that and could see as my lips formed a tight clamp around the middle of his cock. Ali nodded approvingly and rubbed the back of my head. He started to slide in and out of my mouth. My lips gripped his cock as his hand gripped the back of my head and pushed me to take more of him. He would work up a rhythm of forcing his cock into me 3 times and then going a little too deep on the 4th time eliciting a gag reflex in my throat. His cock was at full length and thickness which wasn't making things easier. He kept up this rhythm, I think he actually liked the way it felt on his cock. It had my eyes watering which made my nose start to feel wet and it made breathing hard. But I kept it up. I wanted to finish him. *bap* *bap* *bap* *Ahh!* and he'd let me rest for just a second to catch my breath each time I gagged. Then he'd drill back into me. He kept rubbing my head and looking down at me with those eyes of, "You can do this, you can keep going for me, little cub." It was what he always said when I struggled with writing Arabic. *bap* *bap* *bap* *ahhh* It started to get easier. He couldn't go much farther, but my body was learning to accommodate him. He started going longer between breaks and soon I was sucking him and working my tongue around his shaft. It was so hard and I loved watching his balls slap wildly back and forth as he forced his cock in and out of my mouth. I looked up and he had that look "fuck yeah" look with eyes in severe concentration, eyebrows scrunched together, and lips making the "oooh" shape. It was the same look he got when he was sliding in and out of my other end. My heart jumped a little at the understanding that I could make him feel that way. I kept working my tongue on his shaft as he slid in and out of me, now with a break-less rhythm. I watched his nuts tense up. He pulled out of me, and pushed my head back to look up at him. He jerked it three times in slow, even motions and then squeezed the shaft as he started to fire off. He coated my lips with a long, fat stripe of white. Another shot landed on my nose and oozed down to cover my nostrils, giving me a deep scent of salt and last night's wine. He fired off all over my face and was careful to avoid my eyes while his body jerked and spasmed over me. He backed up and fell back against the bed with his feet on the floor as he came down. I used the opportunity to crawl over between his legs. There was still a shiny silver chain bracelet around his cock and balls. I believed I had done the required task to earn it. I pulled gently against the bracelet, not sure how to unlatch it. Ali sat up quickly and looked down, having forgotten it was there. He looked at me with a laugh as I gave him pleading eyes and pulled at it. "You want?" he signed correctly. I nodded and felt his seed starting to drip down my face. Ali traced a finger over my lips to push his seed in towards my tongue. I sucked his tongue, swallowing his juice. He collected it from other parts of my face and scooped it all towards my lips. It didn't taste horrible. It definitely wasn't something I'd order at a restaurant, but it was his and I loved having pieces of him inside me. I imagined it building up inside me, making my DNA closer to his. He lifted up his cock and pushed my lips down towards his scrotum. The scent of his sweat was heavy down there. It mixed with the heavy cum smell still in my nostrils and had me rock hard. I licked at his balls as he fumbled with the latch of the chain bracelet. It was tight around him. Hoping to add some urgency, I sucked a nut into my mouth and pulled at it with my lips until he winced and gave me a hurt look. I think it was the first time I had caused him any physical pain. He gave me the sign for "calm down," and I let his nut slip from my lips and kissed it gently. He finally got the bracelet unlatched, but it pulled a few pubes as he took it off. I think he probably wouldn't do this again. Ali wiped the chain with a small towel on the night table and then wiped off my face. I held out my wrist and he secured it around me. It was small but beautiful and masculine, a thinner, smaller version of the one he often wore. ******************************* He carried me off to the shower and we hurriedly dressed to show up late for breakfast in the main house with the family. Caleb was wearing Samir's university t-shirt and was again the center of attention. Samir seemed happy to have one arm across Caleb's back as he ate. Caleb signed a good morning to me when we came in. Ali sat across from Caleb and pulled me down into his lap. He grabbed a plate and put some eggs, falafel, and some meat. He set a bowl of yogurt with fruit and granola in front of me and sipped his coffee. We joined in and began eating as Caleb occasionally set down his fork to sign to me what was going on. Ali was telling about what we would do that day. The spa, lunch, and the mall to buy things for our trip. "Our trip to where?" I signed to Caleb. Caleb looked at Ali and signed back to me that Ali was saying to stop signing everything for me. Caleb signed that Ali was taking us somewhere special and relaxing. Caleb shrugged at me and signed "Just go with it." I nodded. We did a quick workout in the gym with Caleb and Samir joining us. Caleb and I did some cardio while Samir and Ali did a quick run on the treadmills and then worked through their weights. We had little protein shakes and then went off to shower. We all met up by the pool to head out. Ali had put me in my usual long thin pants and long-sleeved shirt that was thin enough to stay cool, but wouldn't show skin. I stopped in my tracks as I caught sight of Caleb wearing a nearly identical outfit to mine. It was definitely not his style and he looked very uncomfortable and tugged at the tight shirt collar. "It's what he gave me," Caleb signed with a shrug. We took a large black SUV for our day out. Caleb and I slid into the back seat. I was behind Samir so Ali could keep an eye on me and Caleb was behind Ali. In the backseat we finally had alone time to talk about things as Ali drove us down through the city to the waterfront. I got to sign with Caleb along the way without the other guys joining in. I asked Caleb if he was ok with the clothes. He confessed that it was kind of sexy to be told what to wear, but he didn't know if it would be ok to live that way. He said Samir followed him up after breakfast to the guest room to pick out his clothes. Caleb had spent last night in Samir's bed. He said they played around, just sucking and touching. Caleb went over every detail. He said Samir did play with his ass a little and it felt really nice. They didn't go all the way that way, although Samir had wanted to. Caleb said you have to make a guy earn it. He woke up with Samir holding him from behind. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 04 Samir had told him to wear these clothes. Caleb had wanted to go for shorts and a t-shirt, but Samir said that outside the house, he should be covered. Samir told him that older men here would look at Caleb's exposed skin as a sign that he wanted to be touched. If Caleb argued, Samir told him the older men might report him to the police and cause trouble. Samir said it would be easier to look like he was already owned. "I'm not buying that junk, but he's pretty hot. So I'll go along with it while I'm on vacation," Caleb signed. "He is very sweet and I can see he has eyes for you," I signed back. "What is with Ali always deciding everything for you? Doesn't that get to you? You didn't even get to eat what you like," he asked. "I know, but he knows a lot about health and nutrition. They're all so healthy in this family. It's easy to give in on some things and get my way on others," I told him. "Like what, Emi?" Caleb poked, "What do you ever get to choose?" "I choose him," I offered, "And he chooses me. I love him. It's worth it." Caleb sighed and touched my cheek, then signed, "You always did lead with your heart. Well, I guess if I got to live in a resort house and be taken care of with free education I would make some sacrifices too." "You could," I suddenly got a brain flash, "I know they would want you here. You know Samir would." "Who knows, Em. I am sitting out classes next quarter. My parents can't afford the tuition and my job isn't giving me enough hours," Caleb confessed. "But I can't trade my freedom. It's not me. I would be here a week and then rebel or fuck it up somehow. No, this is your world and I don't want to mess it up if it works for you. I really am happy if you are happy." The spa was this modern glass and steel building like much of the rest of the city. It was hidden behind this wall of Italian Cypress trees and set back in a big garden. The back of it overlooked the waves of the gulf and a wide white-sand beach. We pulled all the way to the door and a valet came out to open the doors for us and take the SUV away. We went in and Ali checked us in. Ali's spa handler was a tall bulky muscled brown-skinned man and mine was a smaller Asian looking lady. Samir and Caleb's handlers looked like copies of Ali's, but when Samir saw that I had a lady, he insisted that Caleb got one as well. Caleb's handler shrugged and walked off. I was apprehensive about splitting off with some lady I didn't know, but Ali held my hand and our handlers took us to the same room. We were left alone to disrobe and shower. Ali wrapped a white towel around me and then did the same for himself. Our handlers came back in and mine had a tablet with her. She snapped a picture of me in my towel and handed the tablet off to a man who was waiting by the door. She positioned me on the table with the towel draped to cover my bottom. I felt my anxiety building about being so exposed in a room of people. But if anyone was looking out for my modesty, it was Ali. He reached over and took my hand, laying his head sideways against the circle pillow at the top of the massage table as he watched me. He saw the worry in my eyes and mouthed, "It's ok," as he squeezed my hand. The lady started rubbing this lotion into my back and it started to feel good until she pulled my arms and stretched me out. She was a lot tougher than she looked. Ali's man was getting pretty rough on his muscles and kept giving him little pats and squeezes on his ass. I felt jealousy rising in me. This was not bringing the promised relaxation. I did start to feel relaxed when she worked my legs. She was careful to avoid any questionable areas on me. The other man returned to the room holding the tablet. He showed it to Ali. I looked over and saw my picture. They talked as the man swiped through options. He picked out a haircut for me that was severely short on the sides and had messy spikes on top. Then he chose several outfits he would like to see me in. Finally he swiped through these brown writing samples in Arabic. He picked one and showed it to me. It was his name in Arabic written in calligraphy Mashq. I gave him a thumbs up and nodded. It looked nice. I didn't know what it was for, but he clicked a button and it reverted to the picture of me with the calligraphy tattooed on the left side of my chest over my heart. "No no no!" I shook my head. I didn't want a tattoo, no needles. He shook his head at me and wrote out, "It's henna, no needles, it just lasts for a week or so then fades. It's like a stain." I'd never done anything like that. He handed the tablet back to the man and I was whisked away to another room with my handler lady. She had given me a soft white robe so I felt a little better. Ali didn't follow us. I was put in a barber's chair and a man came out and quickly cut my hair. Next he took me over to another table and had me lay down after removing the top half of my robe. I laid down against it on the table feeling cold. He started laying this thick hot wax on my arms. I have very light body hair, but he was determined to take it. He put strips of fabric over the wax and rubbed them hard before ripping them away. A lady came out with a thick brown pen with a fine, almost needle point. She started applying this thick brown ooze in thin lines on my chest. I knew she was doing the Henna. No one made any effort to tell me what was going on. She left as did my handler once the tattoo was done. It made my skin puff a little in the shape she had applied it. I didn't know who to complain too. I hadn't been asked about any of this. He finished my other arm and then went to work on my armpits as the calligraphy dried on my chest. He took away the little stray hairs wherever he could find them on the rest of my body. It hurt and I was getting pissed off. He lifted the robe and applied this lotion around my pubic hair and balls. I didn't have much there, but he was determined to take it all. He finally finished after carefully flipping me over and checking my butt for hair. Luckily that garden hadn't yet bloomed. I had to be up on my elbows while he looked so that it didn't mess up the tattoo as it dried. He certainly wasn't shy about where he touched. But he seemed so clinical about it and wasn't the least bit attractive so luckily he didn't get a rise out of me. I loved Ali, but having his name on my chest, even temporarily is something I should have been asked. I hoped it wouldn't last too long. Finally, after an eternity of scrutiny, he led me off the table clinging to the robe loosely wrapped around my middle. He led me over to a little shower stall with all of these nozzles. Before I could protest, he took away the towel and turned me quickly as hot water sprayed me from every angle. He picked at any little pieces of wax, and picked off the leftover pieces of henna from my chest. He gave my pubes and balls a quick rub and the hair was completely gone from there, painlessly. Why couldn't he have done that with the rest of my body, I wondered. My last assault came from a thin hose squirting an intense stream of water. He spread my cheeks and quickly filled my hole with it. It wasn't thick and easily slipped into me, but it was kind of rough as it cleaned me out completely. He gave me a fresh towel to dry off. He took another towel and dried my hair as I worked on the rest of me. He turned me to face the floor length mirror and I saw myself naked, hairless, with Ali's name across my heart. It wasn't as big as I thought it was going to be. It actually looked kind of cool. The man took this lotion and rubbed me with it from head to toe. It smelled slightly masculine and a little like Ali's cologne. It made my skin tingle and removed any red marks from the waxing as it was absorbed into my skin. The man wrapped me in a fresh, warm white robe and had me sit on a chair by a mirror and table in the corner. He grabbed a small shopping bag with the spa logo on it. He took out a small jar of hair product and worked a small amount of this clear gel in his palms and then pulled it through my hair. He picked up my right hand and had me run my fingers through my hair. It styled it back and made it feel incredibly soft. The man pointed to the door and then ran his fingers through my hair and then made an "Oooh" excited face. I think he meant to indicate that Ali would want to pet me if I used this hair stuff. It did make my hair quite touchable. I nodded to him and he put an extra jar of it in the little shopping bag. Next he took out a colorwheel. He held it next to my eyes and we looked together in the mirror until he found the exact shade of blue. He read something behind it and went to bring back a little pencil with a gold tip. He pushed me right up close to the mirror and closed my left eye, tracing the pencil just around the eyelashes. I watched with my right eye and when he finished, I opened both. The left eye looked larger and so much bluer. We did the other eye to match. You couldn't see the thin line of gold, but it made the eyes stand out. He added a few gold liner pencils to the bag. He sent me back out of the room where my handler waited. She pushed me out towards another room with big lounge chairs looking out towards the water. Ali was there lying in an oversized chair with his feet up. He was laid back in a robe like mine looking super relaxed. He sipped a fruity iced drink and was flipping through something on his phone. Samir was in a similarly relaxed state on the other side of the room. Ali saw me and immediately stood up. He came towards me and put his hands on my cheek and looked at my eyes. He couldn't tell what had happened, but kept studying my face until he reached towards one eye and pulled the eyelid down. He let it flutter back up as he figured out the puzzle. He gave a look of "Eureka" and then made the sign for beautiful before kissing me. He lifted me and went back to the large lounge chair, saying something to Samir. He pulled me down into his lap sideways so he could see me. I drew my knees up into my chest and laid against him. He reached and closed my robe so that I wasn't on display. I was exhausted and I really just wanted to go home. Ali reached for the left side of my robe and pulled it back to see the henna tattoo. He got the biggest smile on his face and made the sign for "beautiful." Samir came over to look at it and leaned over me. He noticed my eyes too and gave a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Samir traced his finger over my tattoo as aLi held the robe closed below it to make sure he didn't get to see too much. A few minutes later, Caleb came out in his own white robe looking annoyed. He looked at me and pulled open the top of his robe and pointed at Samir's name on his chest in henna. I pulled to show him mine, and he rolled his eyes at me and then shrugged. "It's temporary," he signed, "I got it done once before. I don't mind being marked by a hot guy." Caleb was developing a submissive look as he quickly made his way to Samir. He wasn't just looking at him like a hot piece of man anymore. There was something developing there. Samir couldn't contain his pleasure at seeing his own name on Caleb's chest. They hadn't known each other for long and he'd already marked him as his property. I wondered how much Caleb really thought of this as a charade, something temporary while he was visiting the country. The look in Caleb's eyes as Samir beamed over him showed the same emotion I felt when I did something to make Ali pleased with me. Caleb crawled onto Samir's lap in his lounge chair and took a sip of Samir's drink when it was offered to him. Samir wrapped his arms around Caleb and kissed his cheek. I noticed that Caleb and I had matching hair styles and colors now. We were slowly becoming twins. Ali had a fresh juice brought for me as we relaxed together. I sat there in his arms as he pulled at different parts of the robe to see what they had done to me. I felt his erection popping up under me. I started to rub it for him as he nibbled on my ear and worked a finger into my cleaned and ready hole. He bit his lip as I jerked him, he was definitely ready to go. I tried hard to stay quiet as he worked that finger in me. I started to lose it and he put his tongue in my mouth and covered my lips with his as I breathed in sharply at his exploration of my pleasure center. "Feel so good," Ali mouthed to me with that frustrated expression of working towards release. I was jerking him pretty hard under the robe and it started to fall open as I felt his cock jerk and shoot cum up my arm. His body jumped a few times and he returned to our kiss to keep his own noises down. It happened so fast that I didn't get to finish, but I knew he would reward me when we got home. Ali grabbed a small towel off the side table and wiped his marking off my arm. He started to clean it off my fingers, but I held them up and licked them clean and then licked the stray drops off his chest and gave his cock a few more pumps. I looked over, across the room, and saw Caleb's back wearing the robe. He must have had it open in the front because the belt hung at his sides. He was straddling Samir's lap and moving up and down with purpose. I saw him throw his head back and our eyes met as he had this look of impending orgasm. I felt Ali's hand on my cheek and he turned me back towards him and shook his head no. He didn't approve of me watching what was going on. He snuggled me down into his chest and we got in a quick nap. I was awoken by Ali as he pointed towards a team of guys bringing in two big racks of clothes. I looked over and saw Caleb still sleeping on Samir's chest while Samir played with his hair. They set up a partition in the room so Samir could see Caleb and Ali could see me. I was put in a pair of skin-tight black briefs that showed my bulge leftover from Ali's touch. The team tried on several outfits that Ali had selected for me along with others that the stylist had chosen. Most were the long-sleeved covering outfits he liked me in when we were out of the house. Several of the outfits were the traditional thobe outfits that many of the men here liked to wear. It was like a white button up shirt that keeps going down to your ankles with light pants underneath it. A few outfits were for home use, shorts, light shirts. And then I got to try on a few pairs of briefs for our private time. He liked the jockstraps and the briefs with the entire back cut out in a circle around my cheeks. I saw him rub his lap a few times as I wiggled in them. Ali liked almost all of the outfits and they boxed them up as we went to get dressed in the clothes we'd had on when we arrived. Caleb and I both left with the back of the SUV filled with our new wardrobes. I wondered how Caleb would get all of the things back home to LA or if he'd want to go back at all. We drove to a restaurant a few streets down and had lunch. Both Caleb and I were exhausted from the spa treatment. I noticed Caleb's eyes had a little mark of red eyeliner which made his green eyes stand out. Samir ordered for him and he ended up with the same small salad and grilled chicken that I always got. Ali and Samir had a variety of grilled meats, rice, and some sides I couldn't quite make out. Ali told us that the henna tattoos would be necessary for our vacation spot. He wouldn't say anything else about it and shook his head disapprovingly when I tried to press him on it. Caleb and I slept the whole way home. We were curled up together in the back seat. I had my head against Caleb's chest and he wrapped his arms around me. Our lions didn't seem to mind as it was already asserted where we belonged. ****************** Emerson and the Lion Ch. 05 {Emerson & the Lion} Part 5 ******************* Now that we can hear that sound Now that you can hold me down You can pull me under You can raze everything to the ground Everything I can arrange Every part of me you change Just hold me together Tell me you'll always want me to stay It's shaking the sky And I'm following lightning I'll recover if you keep me alive Don't leave me behind can you see me, I'm shining And it's you that I've been waiting to find... -"Shine" by Years & Years ******************* We got up with the sunrise the next morning. Ali had packed two giant rolling suitcases for the both of us, and they waited expectantly by the door. He'd packed a bag for Kadir too with his food, bowls, and the toys I liked to play with him. We took a quick shower and Ali put me in a long-sleeved tight thermal burgundy top and some grey jeans that ended in the elastic band at the ankles that guys are all about these days. He had on a grey long-sleeved t-shirt that clung to his muscles with a low, scoop neck and some burgundy pants. He always had to show off his hard work. We looked like young father and adopted son in our matching outfits and how he always had a hand on my back or shoulder. In a way it was quite fitting. Before we left, Ali gave me a box. Inside was a simple leather wallet. It contained my new identification card. It was thick with gold trim. His family crest was in the corner. Below my picture was his picture, a thick smile across his handsome face. My name was printed with his last name attached to the end. Emerson Hamad sounded very confusing. The wallet also had an ATM card for my new bank account back home. It had my American name on it. He took the wallet back and slipped it into the smallest travel bag along with my cellphone. I didn't even ask to hold on to either, knowing he would say, "You have no use for them when you're with me." He rolled our suitcases out and loaded them in the back of the SUV and then came back for me and Kadir who was milling around in the yard doing his business. Ali grabbed a few small bags of things and handed me my stuffed lion and a small blanket for the car as he pushed me out the door. Samir and Caleb were by the car. Caleb held up a pillow with a smile when he saw me carrying the blanket and my stuffed lion. Samir was putting their bags in the back and then went to open the back door for Caleb. He climbed in and Samir closed the door and then went to close the back of the SUV with a button on the remote. Samir hugged me good morning. Ali loaded me in next to Caleb and Kadir laid down at my feet with his head up on the seat for attention from the two of us. As we pulled out to the main road, Ali told us we were going to a resort for a few meetings he had. It would be important for us to have the henna tattoos to mark that we were taken and by whom. Younger men who were out roaming alone without the markings were assumed to be open and looking for sex. It would be dangerous for us to go out alone but even worse if we weren't marked. A boy who was marked was not allowed to roam freely at the resort without his chaperone or owner. He wouldn't be touched sexually, but security would be alerted and he would be escorted back to his chaperone who would administer appropriate punishment. This was to protect the marked boys but also allow the free men to engage with each other without worry. As he and Samir had business to attend to, he wanted to make sure we were comfortable and looked after. Caleb translated all this and then excitedly signed, "That sounds hot!" "No!! Why would we want to go there? We will have to stay in the room the whole time?" I signed to Caleb who spoke for me. "Ali says we will have our own private villa with a pool and we only have to stay there while they are in meetings. Otherwise we will be able to enjoy the waterpark. They have a waterpark!" Caleb translated. He was getting way too excited for this. "Ali says he only has a few meetings each day and promises you won't get bored for long." ************ The resort was over the mountains and through a border checkpoint. Caleb and I had fallen asleep in the back of the SUV and were woken up by soldiers who made us get out of the vehicle. Ali lifted me out and set me sleepily on my feet as I leaned back against the side of the SUV. The soldier leaned down and started speaking, but then stopped and looked up at Ali who must have interrupted to tell him I am deaf. The soldier looked at me with suspicion. Ali lifted my shirt up and over my head and I felt his finger swipe across the tattoo with his name on it. When Ali let my shirt fall back down, I caught the soldier eyeing me with more than national security on his mind. He gave me a smile and a wink. It felt super creepy. He said something over my head and Caleb came around and looked at me. Caleb signed the soldier's question. "These men say you and the other light boy, are their personal property. Do you affirm that you are his property and accept his responsibility for you during your time in this country?" I quickly nodded, thinking that was a really strange question. The soldier made me speak and I croaked out a very dry "Yes" and nervously backed into Ali's waiting arms. The soldier adjusted his machine gun and ruffled my hair with his hand before nodding for me to get back in the SUV. Ali gave me an apologetic look and a kiss as he buckled me in and then closed the door. Back on the road, Ali explained that it was illegal for unowned white Europeans and Americans to come through this kingdom since a bitter trade dispute many years ago resulted in abandonment of western relations. The kingdom still made tons of money off of oil and off its large resorts that were nearly free of any "annoying" English speakers. The soldier hated having to use English to verify our situation, but it is their pleasure to see English speakers degrade themselves and be owned by an Arab. So now we were headed to a resort that didn't like us, or at least me and Caleb, in a kingdom that didn't like us. Yeah I definitely wish I'd seen a brochure for this place before heading here on vacation. But I knew we would be safe with Ali. Caleb and I fell asleep sharing his pillow and my blanket while Kadir stood up to look out the window, wagging his tail happily. ********************* I woke up with Ali shaking me gently. Caleb had put his head on my chest, Samir lifted him off of me and I sat up, scooted to the edge and was lifted up into Ali's chest. We were parked in front of a one-story mediterranean style house with white stucco and intricate tiles forming rings around the walls. Ali carried me down the path as I had one arm around his neck and the other hugging Ali-cub, the stuffed lion. Kadir ran around the small grass area stretching his legs and peeing on anything that looked interesting. A man about six inches taller than Ali with huge muscles came out and went to bring in our suitcases. He was dressed in a small pair of white satin shorts that hung low on his waist. Samir was behind us. He had one hand on Caleb's shoulder as Caleb hugged his pillow and followed us into the house. The common area was one large room with a kitchen to the left, a dining table for 6, two large couches, and a huge flat screen tv on the wall. It was decorated in arabian style with large rugs, oversized curtains pulled back to show windows and a sliding glass door at the back. The entryways were that swooped up arch design that ends in a sharp point at the top. There were two large bedrooms and two smaller ones. Ali carried me to the largest one all the way at the back with corner views of huge mountains behind us. He laid me on the bed and went into the bathroom to the toilet. He left the door open and I saw him whip his dick out and let go of the journey's build up as the servant came in wheeling our bags. He placed them in the closet and opened them to hang up our clothes. He didn't look at me at all. Ali washed up and slipped his shoes off as he jumped on the bed beside me. "Alone at last," Ali typed to me on his phone and pulled me into his chest. I nodded towards the servant in our closet unpacking our things. Ali shrugged and typed, "Trust me, he's seen the whole spectrum of odd behavior. If he bothers you, I can have him stay out of sight. He is here for guests' viewing pleasure, maybe more. But I have no need of his physical services. I've instructed him not to touch you or Caleb as well. I don't think Samir would be interested either." He gave my butt a squeeze and kissed my cheek. We changed into some workout clothes. I had on a small thin tank top that showed off most of his name on my chest, light running shorts, and nikes as we headed out. Ali slung a bag of clothes for our after workout. Caleb and Samir were splashing around in the pool. Ali wanted some alone time with me. We walked behind the house and I saw the view. We were on a hillside overlooking about 100 other villas similar to our own. At the base of the hill was a large building and the waterpark. I saw several big slides that looked like fun. We went out the back gate and down a dirt trail that went behind other villas and wound down the hill. At the base, we got to the big building. Ali pointed to a map on the wall showing restaurants, a nightclub, meeting rooms, movie theater, bowling alley, the gym, and a convenience store. This place had it all. Inside, it looked like a mall. Everyone was male from the employees to the guests. Ali had told me not to look anyone directly in the eye and always keep to his side with my eyes on him or the floor. He guided me through a long tile walkway and into the fitness center where he checked us in. We saw all kinds of pairs of guys working out together. There were older guys with older partners, older with younger, young with young. They were mostly Arab, but a few Asian and African as well. I was the only blonde one and it attracted eyes. I kept looking but then quickly darting my eyes to Ali's shoes. He put his arm around me as he lead me to our machines. Our area was private and out of sight of the main area. We started on side by side treadmills and did a quick 5 minutes of light running. We got off and he showed me the stretches he wanted me to do. When we finished, he put me back on the treadmill as he started with the weights. When I was drenched in sweat and looking at him with pleading eyes he finished his last lift and came over to put me through the cool down routine. My machine finally came to a stop and Ali laid a towel down on a yoga mat for me and I collapsed on to it. Ali laid down next to me on his side and rubbed my tummy. He leaned over to kiss me, and his sweat dripped down my already soaked chest. It felt kind of weird doing stuff there in the open, but no one was walking by. Sensing my hesitation, he reached for a towel and covered his lap with it. He took my hand and rubbed it down the front of his shorts. I felt him, ready as ever, as he guided my hand and bit softly on my ear. He slipped my hand inside his waistband and down over his throbbing prize. It was wet and warm from the workout. I leaned into his neck. His cologne mixed with sweat and hit my nose. I don't know why but there's something about the way he smells when sweating that drives me to him. I bit and kissed the nape of his neck and he squirmed, rubbing his cock against my hand as I gripped him firmly. He pushed my head down, under the towel. His shorts were pushed down and I put my lips on the head. Down here, his scent was more powerful. It overwhelmed my nose and my eyes started to water as he pushed into me. His cock rubbed my tongue to clean off the workout. I tasted a little bit of his piss from earlier. It was water, a bit of coffee which made it bitter and I gagged a little. I'm sure he heard me, but he had pressing business with my mouth and wasn't letting me up. He pet my hair, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. He started sliding it in and out, not too quickly, but deep. His head pushed against my throat, making me "Uhhh!" each time. I had to breathe through my nose which didn't help as it pressed against his steamy pubes. He had my head and his lap covered with the towel which just held in the smells. As uncomfortable as it sounds, I was rock hard in my shorts. He couldn't reach my hole from our position, and I knew better than to touch my dick, so it would have to wait. Right now was about him. He started sliding in and out of me faster as I clamped my lips closed in a tight circle around his shaft. My tongue was working circles around his dick as my throat massaged the tip. He didn't last too long, maybe from the excitement of being out in the open. He pushed deep into me when he started to erupt and it filled my mouth and shot down my throat. I swallowed it all, and coughed on his cock as some of it went down the wrong way. He was bucking into me to milk the last of it with his hands clamped onto my head. He laid back when he finished, pulled me up to his chest. I reached down under the towel and squeezed his cock, pulling it softly. The last little bit of his juice trickled out onto my fingers and I brought them up and sucked them clean. **************************** We made our way through the locker room with Ali covering my eyes. There must have been a lot to see in there. He guided me into a small private restroom with a shower stall. He lifted my shirt off and kissed at my nipples, then traced his tongue over my tattoo with his name. He brought my dick back to attention quickly and pulled me into him as I rubbed it against his stomach. He slipped off my shorts and reached behind to turn on the water as he leaned in to kiss me. I pushed up his tank top and he raised his arms, allowing me to slip it up. He's taller than I am, so he had to help me with the last few inches. I pushed his shorts down to the floor and his cock, half hard, pounced at me. He reached behind me and cupped my cheeks in his hands, lifting my butt as the rest of me followed. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his neck as he backed into the shower, warm water pouring between us. He backed up against the tile wall of the shower and then set me down on my feet. He turned me around and pulled me back against his chest. His hard cock rubbed down between my cheeks as his hands explored my chest and tummy. He let one hand slide down and he gripped my cock. It was the first time he had ever held it like that. I leaned back against him and he started to fist it. It made me want to move my hips, push my cock into his grip, but he pulled me tightly back against him, holding me still. I knew instinctively he wouldn't want his cub emulating fucking. My pleasure was to come from him inside me. I felt confused as he jerked me off, but I went still and allowed him to explore me. It was his right. Unfortunately, I wouldn't last long. He had his head down over my shoulder, watching his own hand rubbing me off as he kissed and nibbled on my neck. His other hand covered the right side of my chest. He held a nipple between two fingers and started twisting and pinching it roughly. He alternated between the two nipples, working them into little angry puffs. He started jerking my cock and twisting my nipples harder. I was confused by the mix of pleasure and punishment. Was I supposed to have cum from sucking his cock? I squirmed and whimpered, but felt the cum rising in me. I was close, why was he making it hurt? The pleasure side of me won the battle and I started shooting thick ropes up my chest, fighting against the shower stream. My cum went up and the water dripped it back down, but some of it stayed. My body twisted and jerked in his tight grip and he gave an especially painful squeeze to my other nipple. I came down in his arms and relaxed against his chest. He brought his fingers to my lips and I sucked my own cum, cleaning the fingers thoroughly. He traced his other hand around my chest, scooping up the remains of my juice and fed them to me as well. I turned to face him, looking confusedly into his eyes. "Ow," I mouthed and he let a little smile break across his lips. He mouthed, "baby," and gave me a kiss. He rubbed body wash and shampoo all over us and paid extra attention to my hole, cleaning me for later use. We got cleaned up and headed out in matching shorts and crisp, white tank tops leaving the dirty workout clothes and the bag in the little restroom. My tank top had his name written across the front in black leather applique that matched the script of his name on my chest. Ali signaled a worker who collected our things to be washed and sent to our villa. ******************** We went back to the mall area and and got a table on the patio of a juice bar on the top level. The sun was intense but they had shade and blowing misters. Ali ordered us juices and checked emails on his phone while stroking my hair. In the corner there was this pretty good looking arab guy, maybe a year or two older than Ali. Beside him was this shorter, fat, older asian man with a hand in the younger guys lap. The arab one had these loose basketball shorts and a tight black tank top. The older guy was rubbing on his package and saying something to him. The arab guy didn't look especially interested, but he did nothing to stop the older guy. The older guy pulled up the right leg of the basketball shorts and was reaching under there now. I nudged Ali and pointed at them. He very quickly reached over and pulled my chair beside his so that they were out of view. He shook his head at me and put his arm across my shoulders to pull me into his side before going back to his emails. The waiter came back with two juices in beautiful blue tinted glasses. He set them in front of us and then set a tray of meats, cheeses, nuts, and fruit in front of us with a small basket of flat breads. It looked awesome, but then he set a small bowl in front of me of salad with a sparse amount of grilled chicken on top. It looked dry and tasteless. I signed [NO, NOT WANT] and pointed at the bowl. I was feeling like a dog getting the same chow at every meal. Ali looked confused, but gave a gentle smile and patted my back. He lifted his cell phone and typed out, "It's good for your tummy. This has the right mix of vegetables so you have energy but don't feel too full. I had a nutritionist look you over and review your health and blood samples when you were out. He said this mix is the optimal healthy balance for you. You do get variety at breakfast when your body needs a solid meal." "But every other meal?" I typed back, "I'm not a dog." Ali started to type back, but then set his phone down and jumped out of his chair. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost. I felt a strange hand on my head, petting my hair. I turned to see that someone had walked up to my right. I looked up and saw two large brown eyes staring down at me with a warm smile as though he knew me. I stood up, backed towards Ali, and gave a him a cautious smile. He was maybe a few inches taller than Ali and had lighter skin. His black hair was gelled back in a more grown up look with an expensive pair of gold sunglasses crowning the top. Soft pink lips were framed by a trimmed beard shaved down to his jawline and around his mouth. He was stacked hard with thick muscles and an air of power. Ali pushed me gently to the side and gave a forced smile and reluctant handshake to the man. He pointed to the chair across the table and the man sat down. Ali took his seat again and pushed me down into the chair between them. The man had on a tight polo shirt that showed his muscular chest and just enough buttons open to expose a few black chest hairs. He slid forward a bit and leaned back against the chair showing a not too subtle bulge in his tight khaki shorts. It was hidden by the table so Ali couldn't see it. He gave it a few tugs when he noticed me looking. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 05 The two of them exchanged words as the stranger eyed me appraisingly. I kept downshifting my eyes, remembering what Ali had told me about eye contact with the men here. Maybe staring at his bulge wasn't the right thing to do either. Ali showed a worried face, and was moving his lips in controlled close motions. He sighed and shook his head no. He spread his palms and showed a guilty half-smirk. I looked at the stranger who had taken his eyes off of me and looked angry, parting his lips wider and pointing towards me. He caught my eyes and stopped speaking. He gave me a sad smile and reached over to cup my face in his hand. I shivered at his warm palm. I jerked away from him and his eyes traveled down to my chest. He touched my shirt where Ali's name was written, then he pulled at the side of my tank top to look at the henna tattoo with Ali's name. I was well marked and yet his hands began to roam me without the slightest hesitation. He traced the script with his fingers and then reached to tweak my slightly swollen nipple. I recoiled from his touch and grabbed my fork, holding it up defensively. My threat was met with a wide grin. He laughed at me. For him it was like watching a puppy commercial, his lips formed an, "aww." I was no threat to him nor was my lion. His hand retreated from my chest and landed gently to cup my cheek again. He mouthed some words to me and then stopped. His right hand left my cheek to sign, "You don't understand a word I say, right?" I shook my head no. He was pretty smooth with his signing. He signed, "My name," and then fingerspelled, "I-Z-E-M, Izem means brave lion in my language. I only sign a little, I was learning for you, beautiful one." His sign language failing him, he took out his cellphone to type to me, "Your eyes, so blue. They haven't seen much. Your innocence hasn't been broken." I snapped my eyes back to Ali who looked impervious to this crazy scene. He was lost in thought or fear or something. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, he reached and gently swatted my hand away. I was alone here. Izem gave me a disapproving look when I did that. "I see your master has yet to subdue you. You treat him as an equal, a caretaker. You look us in the eyes, ignorant cub. That is a basic lesson. You need to learn your place," he typed and then put a hand on my thigh and started to rub up under my shorts. He got dangerously close, pushing a finger just below my nutts, and I slid away. Still Ali did nothing. "It's not your fault. You received poor training. You deserve to be broken in properly," he typed with a concerned look. I didn't know what was going on, and I wanted to get out of there. I stood up without asking anyone's permission or exchanging pleasantries. I pushed away from them and started through the door. I smelled Ali's cologne, felt his hand on my back, not grabbing, not holding, following, connecting as I got inside the mall. I turned and let my frustration go with a smack to his chest. It knocked him back a step, more from surprise than any strength I could feign. I saw Izem back at the table with a sad look. He shook his head at the pitiful scene. A few men walking by stopped and looked confused by this shifted dynamic, not common for this arena. Who was this man and why did Ali look powerless to stop him from touching me? Why had he learned sign language for me? Why did Ali look so guilty? What had he done? I started to walk, unsure of where to go. I headed back towards the entrance of the mall as Ali kept up with me to make sure everyone knew I was not unattended. I caught every eye of every man we passed. I stared them down and was met with disapproving looks. Nope, no easy boy here, keep on walking buddy. I got lost trying to find the way out to the trail. I finally stopped and turned to Ali, signing "Where?" His eyes looked full, about to burst with tears. He held them back with a sniffle and pointed towards a staircase. I took it. We got back up the hill, he caught me when I stepped the wrong way on a stone. I stumbled into his arms, but pushed away. I needed Caleb. I needed my friend. He would know what to do. ******************************* Caleb was lying on the couch flipping TV channels when I found him. Samir was toying on his laptop. They both jumped up when they saw us. I grabbed Caleb's arm and pulled him back toward the bedroom. I sat on the bed and rambled through what had happened. He looked profoundly confused. "So then who is he? What does he want? Did you let Ali explain? I'm sure it's nothing. You know how he feels about you. Let's listen to what he has to say, ok?" Caleb signed. He turned to the door and opened it where Ali stood waiting. He came in and sat next to me. I scooted over to make room for him. He slipped an arm behind me and put his head on my shoulder, signing "Sorry" on his chest. Samir came in too, wanting to know what was going on. I guess everyone was going to get involved. Caleb translated as I signed, "You let him touch me, how could you do that?" "I had to, little cub. If he knew how deeply I love you, he would have known just how big of a bargaining chip you are. He would have known your worth to me. I was supposed to subdue you, but that display showed that you have subdued me," Ali replied. "What are you talking about?" I signed. "I don't even know where to start," Ali spread his hands, lost and fumbling. "Izem is the son of one of my father's business associates. They manage separate oil zones and compete. We are all in the same partnership of oil and land interests. We are second cousins related by a marriage. He selected you from the boys seen on my uncle's visit to LA. You were promised to him, but he was not in the kingdom when you were delivered." Ali went on to tell quite the crazy story and Caleb kept pausing to look between us angrily. He said they scout boys on the edge of 18 and when one is selected they are offered a job, vacation, or scholarship in the kingdom. In my case, Izem chose me to add to his "collection." He traveled a lot and liked to keep his cubs in cities he had homes. The cubs learned to take care of the home so he had a nice place adjusted to his tastes in each location. He explained that the scouted cubs would come and the lions would persuade them to stay and do whatever they required. None of it was mandatory, he said as though this made it ok. If the cub did not wish to participate with the lion then he would lose his job or scholarship and receive money for his time and journey back home. In my case, if I hadn't bonded with Izem, my scholarship would have "run out" and I would be given tuition back home. "Nothing is forced," he kept assuring, "In other kingdoms it does happen sometimes, but not with us. If a lion wants something very temporary then the cub is informed before coming and can choose." "So how did I end up with you?" I interrupted. He was rubbing my back as he said all this, making my emotions twist between disgust and desire. "I checked on you because I knew he was away," Ali said through Caleb's hands. "I saw those big, blue eyes, beautiful face, milky skin, the awkward way you interact with the world. A little fish trying to swim in the rapids. I watched you set up your room, go to class, use the gym. It was all just curiosity, and lust. I was to take a foreign cub of my own. One was promised to me soon after. It would be my first, a reward for bringing wealth to the partnership. He was a very athletic baseball player." I didn't want to hear the details. Kadir laid down on the beside me with his head in my lap, nudging my arm to demand petting. "I wanted to see what you would think of our kingdom, make some plans to persuade my own upcoming cub. I thought I could flirt harmlessly, soften you up for Izem. And then I realized I couldn't stop watching you. When I saw you had the problem in the coffee shop, you looked so sweet, frustrated, helpless. I had to step in. I knew it was my chance. I knew it was wrong to interfere with Izem's hunt, but I was as powerless as you were. Cupid had already lodged his arrow. Do you remember how we wrote back and forth for hours that day? Do you remember how I couldn't take my eyes off of you? I fell in love with you." I swallowed hard at that. I remembered feeling like I was the only thing that mattered to him. "I talked with Izem on the phone. He was having business trouble and the deal to secure you looked like it might not go through as he was failing to keep up with his projects. He also had three other cubs needing his attention, and was losing money on deals in our kingdom. The partnership was going to transfer your hunt to another rising star. I couldn't let you go to another country, away from me." He paused and Caleb cracked his knuckles and stretched. Ali continued, "When you fell and hurt your head, needed medical attention., I told him you were badly damaged and may need a lot of surgery. He said you sounded like trouble and offered you to me for a trade. He had seen the baseball player I was to receive and said he would take him plus I would fix the oil deal he was failing to secure with a German company." I was a business deal, a German one at that. "We were to meet up here to secure everything and sign papers. He was to arrive tomorrow and never see you. I'd told him you were back at home working on your studies and getting your strength back under my family's charity." He had really made me sound awful. "You and Caleb were supposed to stay here in the villa the next two days until he left. I wanted to keep you hidden. I was going to secure your freedom and nothing would change between us. I will do anything to protect you. You always come first. That's the deal." Ali kept his head on my shoulder. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he spoke. His cologne tickled my nose as his hands rubbed my back. "He was right though, I haven't subdued you. When he saw you react independently, meet his gaze, he knew the hunt was not over. If you had only stayed still, stayed quiet. I know you didn't know. How many times have I warned you about looking a lion in the face. A conquered cub would have looked only to me. I know you were right to defend yourself. But it may have sparked interest in him. He hates to lose and he knows the hunt is not over." "So what now?" I signed. "Now we meet tomorrow and finalize things. I have everything ready for him and even got the German company to raise their payment by 20%. The partnership will once again have him in good standing. He should be happy with that, but..." Ali paused and kissed my cheek. "Now he has seen you. He was upset at my deception. He said you were twice as beautiful as the pictures showed and physically perfect. I told him the deal is written and tomorrow we will sign all necessary papers." "And then?" I signed directly to Ali, pushing his head away from me. "And then you are mine... You know I love you. You know I will always protect you and I hope you will stay with me. I hope you will choose me as my heart has chosen you. I promise I will spend the rest of my life making sure you are protected. I will raise you properly. Please give me time to settle this," Ali reached for me again. "You aren't really buying this shit, are you Emi? You're not that dumb. You can't be. This isn't love," Caleb interrupted, shaking with anger. "I don't know," I signed. "I don't know what to think. Just give me a minute to think." Caleb signed and said, "We're going home. This is fucked up. I've had fun here, but this is... no, this is not ok. This is fucked. You know this is fucked, right, Emi?" "You cannot leave until his freedom is secured. If he leaves, Izem will pursue him. I took away his boy, his hunt, and it's been established that Emi is... persuadable. He took to being a cub, signed papers for protectorate under my family name. Izem would use force. He is from a different kingdom. The partnership would know I broke the rules. We may compete for business, but cubs are sacred ground. Hunting in another lion's territory makes one untrustworthy. It would be my duty to return Emi to him by any means necessary," Ali said this and I watched tears form at the corners of his eyes. "So we can't even leave? You really messed this one up. I told you Emi, these guys only think of themselves. We're garbage to them," Caleb said and signed, turning towards Samir after he finished. Samir looked completely taken aback at this accusation. "Ok, stop," I signed. "Tell him I want to talk to Izem. I can tell him I choose to go home without anyone. I can tell him I don't want to be here anymore. I can do it." Caleb signed that and immediately signed back, "No!" Samir and Ali both mouthed no and looked at me like I had suggested taking poison. "Ali needs to get this done, make it happen. This is his fucked up mess and he needs to fix it. After that, we'll decide how to get you home. Right now we are out of options. That is the only way," Caleb signed as he spoke and Ali nodded in agreement. "Please, baby boy," Ali signed to me. "It's just one more day. Emi will sleep in here with me and they can... find somewhere else," Caleb signed. Ali nodded sad eyes and grabbed a few clothes from the closet and started towards the door. He looked back with sadness from the doorway and signed "so so sorry" as Caleb slammed the door shut in my lion's face. We spent the evening on the bed talking everything through. The house servant brought in a tray with two plates of salad and grilled chicken. Caleb was so fired up with anger. He said we should sue them, take all their money, make them pay. "Aaron Phillips makes criminals pay!" he signed and for the first time we both broke down with laughter. That was a commercial for one of those tv lawyers back home always scoping out injuries. "This is just so fucked up, Emi. I am so pissed," Caleb signed when the laughter died down, "How do you feel?" "Tired, angry, betrayed, really super tired," I signed and laid my head against the pillow. "It will get fixed, Em," Caleb assured. "It has to be. We can go back to LA and we'll get an apartment with all the money. We can live in Weho and be party boys. You have options. Let's just get out of this and then you can be done with him... with all of them." He was trying to make me feel better. "What am I going home to? What am I without him? He loves me, he does," I started to cry. I only cried in front of Caleb. It was a life rule. "You'll be ok. You will hurt, you will cry, you will hate everything and everyone. And then one day it won't feel so bad, the next day a little better. You were fine before you met him. You were going to be something! On your own! He's a fucking mind trap. They all are. You lost yourself here," Caleb was spinning for words. "And what if he doesn't fix it? What if this guy is coming after us?" I had just thought about that. "Then we run!," he signed looking unconvinced. "We call the American embassy. They send in snipers. It will be a huge news story. ‘Two SoCal Youths Caught up in Terrorist Human Trafficking Ring.' We make the headlines, do some interviews. We write a book. Maybe we can get a reality show about readjusting to our lives back home!" Caleb was getting really caught up in this. He started laughing and then I did. "You can't make a joke about this," I signed with a serious face, "But I hope they get some fat gay to play you!" That jab earned me Caleb's middle finger followed by an attack of tickles. We settled in together, but then just laid there thinking to ourselves as exhaustion overtook us. ************************ When I woke up, it was dark. Caleb had his head on my chest, drooling a small line on my shirt. I pushed him away gently and sat up. Kadir was at the foot of the bed and I realized he probably needed to go outside. The moon brought in a little light from the sliding glass door. I slid back the panel and Kadir went outside, but not too far. He stopped a few feet away from me and I saw Ali sitting in a patio chair just outside the door. He had his feet up on another chair and had fallen asleep, watching over me. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched him lie there like a soldier whose body gave out before he'd given up his post. I knew he'd wait there till he died. His right hand dangled over the armrest and Kadir nudged it and gave it a lick. Ali stirred and looked up at me. Even with the dim moonlight I could see his eyes were red, his face filled with sadness. He had on a tight black tank undershirt and some matching cotton boxers. The tip of his soft cock poked out one of the legs as it rode up his thigh. His body, a dark masterpiece laid in front of me. He raised a hand, not sure how much of a peace offering I would accept. The night air hit me with a chill and he leaned forward and offered me his arms. Kadir looked at me as though pleading Ali's case. He knew we belonged together. He wanted his daddies to make peace. He nudged me towards Ali. "Sorry, baby," he signed. "I love you." I walked towards him and he put a hand on my arm. He pulled me into his lap and then up to face him with his arms around me. His warmth spread through me and I gave in. My resolve broke in two. I didn't care how much Caleb would yell at me. I needed him as much as he proclaimed to need me. No one had ever needed me. Even in this whole bizarre situation he was fighting for me, for us. I had nothing to go back to in Los Angeles. I had no one who would love me like he did. "So sorry," his lips mouthed. He pressed them to my cheek and I felt warm drops slide down my face. I looked up and saw a few tears roll from his eyes. "Please forgive me," he mouthed. I traced my tongue up his cheek, licking the salt from his face. I snuggled into his arms and looked up at the constellations. I pointed at one especially bright star. Ali followed my finger with his gaze then looked at me inquisitively. I made the sign for star and he mimicked me. He gave me a smile when I signed, "That one is for us." He nodded. I fell asleep on his chest wrapped tightly in his arms. I'd never spent a night away from it since we'd been together. I knew tomorrow Caleb would be upset, Izem would maybe hunt me as prey, Ali would be fighting, I would be worried, and Samir... well who can say what that boy does. But tonight it was just me, my lion, Kadir, and our star. That's all we could focus on right now. ******************* I want to be the one you steal. I want to be the one you shield. I want to be the one that your love That your love can heal. Don't leave me behind Can you see me, I'm shining And it's you that I've been waiting to find. ******************* Emerson and the Lion Ch. 06 Thank you for your feedback! I appreciate comments and input. ****** {Emerson Part 6} Samir seemed comfortable with me in his lap. I wasn't leaving there. It was where Ali put me when he went off to meet up with Izem. Caleb suggested we go to the waterpark, take our mind off of things and enjoy our last hours of freedom here. Ali had said no. He said it wouldn't take too long to wrap things up with Izem and he wanted me safe in one spot. Ali and I had spent that morning in bed. He was deep inside me, bouncing me in his lap as he chewed and sucked on my nipples. I'd left marks on his dark skin, shoulder, chest, neck. I didn't care. If this was how we were going out, I wanted it all. He'd buried two offerings of himself deep inside me. I was raw, exhausted, drenched in sweat, but I wasn't about to give up. I was either going home with him or going back to California. He said he'd die before handing me off to Izem. I needed to make it count. I'd shot twice on his stomach, chest, cheek. He even tasted it. Something to remember me by. Caleb had been upset when he'd found us, earlier that morning, sleeping in the chair out on the patio. He didn't yell with his words (signs), but I caught it all in his eyes. He didn't dare make me feel worse than I already did. He knew I wasn't going home. He knew I was broken for Ali, couldn't walk away. The one who'd marked me had done it so well, dug his foundation so deep that no one else could get there. Ali dressed in a business suit, khaki pants and a blue shirt with yellow tie. It looked oddly optimistic and he'd splashed on the cologne I loved. He saw me watch him and slid a finger across his neck and then wiped his cologne on my cheek. He kissed me deep before he left. He set me in Samir's lap. He told me to stay put, stay with Samir where I would be safe until he returned. Samir and Caleb were pretty distant; both seemed to have bigger things on their minds. I don't even know how much time had passed, but it seemed like hours. Samir had one arm across my chest and the other rubbing my tummy. He held me like a nervous pet being taken to the vet's office. I laid back against his chest with his chin on my shoulder. I tried to stay still because when I squirmed too much I felt him harden under my butt. He was probably as worried and confused as I was and maybe that's just how his body reacted. Caleb sat across from us occasionally catching my eye and offering a reassuring smile. The two of them seemed to fizzle out quickly after all the revelations from last night. Caleb was pretending to care about the magazines on the coffee table or the stupid cartoons on tv. I knew when he was hurt over a guy. He didn't have that air to him though. Maybe he really was just playing along with Samir as he'd said. "He needs to go pee," Caleb got my attention and signed, pointing to Samir who was squirming under me, his cock getting hard again. I stood up and Samir rose with tented shorts. He started towards the bathroom and I followed. My disobedience had gotten us into this mess and I was told to stay with him. Samir paused to look at me and then reached his hand out and took mine. He led me off to the bathroom. Samir closed the door to the bathroom and locked it. He pointed for me to wait by the counter as he stepped to the side, his back to me, and did his business. He reminded me so much of Ali from behind. The way he stood over the toilet with his back arched, confidently shaking it out. I watched for a minute and then felt pervish. I looked away. I looked back just in time to see him turned towards me. He gave his dick a final shake and put it away. It was soft, but even soft it was impressive dark meat. It definitely didn't measure up to the thickness his brother had, but I could see why Caleb liked it. He washed his hands and back to the couch we went, hand in hand. The servant had set out food for us on the coffee table, but we weren't feeling too hungry. Samir tried to feed me a few almonds even making goofy faces to try to get a smile out of me. I finally chewed a few when he widened his big brown eyes pleadingly. "Thank you," I signed as I chewed them up. He had a few crackers with some kind of weird cheese. ********* It was another waiting game before the tension broke. Ali burst through the door holding a folder of papers and his business case. He came and collected me into his chest and hugged me too tightly. He set me on my feet and then started gesturing nonsense signs while yelling to the others. They looked alarmed. Ali grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the bedroom where he pushed me gently down onto the bed. He went straight for the closet and started flinging clothes at me, grey t-shirt, blue hoodie, jeans. A pair of shoes flew by my head. The servant rushed in and Ali yelled more instructions. He went to the closet and took a small travel bag and started looking through the clothes. I stood there, lost and confused. No one offered me any signs, they didn't need to. Ali passed by me, pausing quickly to kiss my lips before whipping out his cell and leaving the room. I put my head down and felt my chest tighten up as I fought back tears. I knew I'd be heading home and anxiety rushed over me. I got that feeling like my head was closing off from the world as my heart pounded achingly in my ears. I caught a whiff of the cologne he'd dabbed on my cheek and nearly lost myself to a panic attack. "Hold on," I told myself as years of being put out of comfortable situations rushed my thoughts. I'd been alone, on my own more times than I needed to recall. This would be another. I started to think of practical things. Was I stil in the system for the free LA public transit pass? Would he give me some money to set me up? I remembered he had opened a bank account for me at that bank in Reseda... What was the name of it? Was it the one my school bus used to pass on Victory Blvd? I'd be ok staying with Caleb's family for a few weeks, maybe I could work at a sandwich place. I think I can make a good sandwich. Practical things always occur in desperate situations. I think it's the body's way of trying to push through emotional pain. ********* The servant finished up with the travel bag and came to set it on the bed. Today he had on small, tight blue shorts that attempted to restrain a huge bulge. He probably made a mint in tips. He offered me a kind smile and went to gather the clothes Ali had flung. He laid them out on the bed and pointed to me. I must have looked confused because he came over and started to lift my shirt. I let him. Next he pushed down my shorts and I stepped out of them. He adjusted my tiny white briefs that had twisted a little at the leg. He Held up the shirt and I raised my arms. The jeans followed and then the hoodie. He came next with my socks and shoes, knelt and put them on me, tying a beautiful knot in each. He adjusted the hood on my sweatshirt, zipped it to mid chest, and gave me an approving nod. Ali came rushing back in, still talking on his phone. He grabbed the travel bag, put my stuffed lion in my arms and pushed me out towards the living room. Caleb and Samir came out with their bags a few minutes later as Ali was hanging up the phone. They wheeled their big suitcases behind them. Ali sat on the couch for a minute and pulled me into his lap. He held me and kissed my neck. "What? We're going home?" I signed to Caleb. "You have to leave, we have to leave. We'll explain in the car, but we have to go," he signed impatiently. "I'm not leaving without him!" I signed and turned to hold on to Ali. He looked heartbroken and lost. His eyes didn't lift to meet mine. They looked wet and red. "Ali! Look You to Me!" I used my voice and he looked up at me, giving a half-hearted smile and sniffled his chiseled brown nose. I never spoke. He loved hearing me say his name, but I never did it, not even for him. "I go with you," he signed, fumbling through the motions. I shook my head to agree and he stood, carrying me as I held on to stuffed lion. ********** He led me by the hand to the SUV and put me in the back. Kadir hopped in next to me. Samir drove with Caleb in the passenger seat, turned towards me to translate. Caleb signed. "Izem knew you would be here. He tricked Ali and went ahead and finalized the German deal last night. The one Ali had worked on to secure your freedom. Izem finished it and took it to the partnership as his own. He told them Ali sabotaged his deals. He had faked emails that showed Ali undermining him. He also told them about you and what Ali had done. He is in a lot of trouble and Izem is demanding you be returned to him. The partnership will hear both sides from Ali and Izem at their next meeting and decide punishment unless Ali can clear his name. They will also decide what happens to you; Ali, Izem, or choose to go back home." "He needs to send you away until he can sort this out. You're going to the airport right now with Kadir and we're going back to Satra to their house. Samir and I will fly out from their. Samir will meet you, and they want me to go back to LA, but I can't leave without you. I won't." "We have to split up. Ali will come back to the villa after he puts you on a flight and rents a car. Izem is fucked up, Emi, he is demanding you and says Ali can have you back when he's done. He will hurt you to hurt Ali. You were meant to be his virgin cub, and he is angry that Ali took away his chance. So now he will ruin you. They're so weird here about being someone's first." "Where am I going?" I interrupted. I looked at Ali and signed "Where??" Ali opened a small leather travel folder. It had my passport, my California ID card and my wallet with the kingdom ID card and my bank card. He tucked those into my front jeans pocket. Next, he pulled out a printed airline ticket to Casablanca. He had small envelopes behind that. One said, "Give to driver." The other read, "Give to hotel." Each had money and instructions in arabic script and french with his phone number at the bottom. The french was his handwriting, perfectly beautiful cursive. "Where is Casablanca? Are you coming with me?" I signed. "He will join us when this is over. Pay attention to his instructions. He arranged a car to pick you up and reserved a hotel near the beach... He says Casablanca is where the sun sets on the Arab world. It is halfway home for you and they don't mind Americans." Caleb signed. "When? When you come?" I signed to Ali frantically. "Soon," Caleb signed after pulling my attention back to him, "He needs to know you are safely away so he can fix this, clear his name. You are going halfway so if you need to return to Los Angeles or here with him, you'll already be halfway. The hotel is near the American Embassy so you can get there if you need protection. He promises Izem will never see you again." ************** Ali checked me in and showed some medical information that I was deaf and Kadir was my service dog. He did kind of look like a service dog. He was always on guard and hovering just under my right hand. He seems to understand that I am deaf too. Ali says Kadir barks when he wants Ali to open the door to go outside. But when I'm closer to the door, he will just come up and poke me with his nose. We waited in the first class private lounge near our gate to the flight. Ali wouldn't be going with me, but was waiting to make sure I got safely aboard. Samir and Caleb dropped us there and he would rent a car to return to the villa. He wanted to find out more about what Izem had done. Kadir went out on the grass deck outside the airport lounge. Ali had given me my cell phone, which he plugged into an outlet between the chairs where we sat to wait. No one else was in the lounge with us except for a server who brought us some almonds and tea. Ali held my hand, lacing his fingers between mine. His other hand fumbled with his phone, typing out last minute instructions. "Text me when you land. Text me when you find your driver. He'll have a sign with Kadir's name, not yours. Text me when you get to the hotel. Remember the hotel reservation is under Kadir Hamad, not Emerson. Izem doesn't know the dog's name. It will be harder to track." "Why does he have your last name?" I joked, "Why can't he be Kadir Kelly?" "He has my last name, so do you, little cub. You are mine and even if you go home to Los Angeles I will follow you. I can't be without your either, even if it means leaving everything behind. I'll work at McDonald's and we'll share a tiny apartment in the hood. Whatever it takes to provide for my boy," Ali gave me a smile. The server had left and Ali leaned into me and kissed me. We were interrupted by a guy in a dark blue polo with the airline emblem and dark pants. He picked up my bag and called in Kadir from the garden for us. His name tag said "Tarik." He looked a little older than me, olive skin and deep green eyes. He knelt in front of me and bonded with Kadir as Ali explained that he was a pet chaperone and would also keep an eye on me and help me find my driver when we landed. It was time to go. Ali pulled a small bottle from his bag and handed me a white pill. "To sleep," he signed, "on plane." I swallowed it with the last sips of water in my bottle and Ali pulled me up by the hand. Ali took me off to the side, behind a column. He pushed me against the wall and leaned in to kiss me. His right hand slid down the back of my jeans, pushing under my briefs and poking at my hole with his finger. His other hand gripped the back of my head, holding me firmly at his kiss. He stepped back and signed, "I love you." I opened my lips and said, "Love you, Daddy." I'd never called him that, it brought a big smile and a teary look to his eyes. He slipped his necklace over his head, the little silver crescent. He put it on me and tucked it inside the collar of my shirt. He took my cellphone and wallet from his pocket. He gave them both to Tarik, further indicating that this man was more of a chaperone for me than for my dog. Ali gave me a kiss on my forehead and rubbed my neck. He leaned his forehead to mine and our eyelashes brushed. My body gave a deep shiver knowing I was leaving the safety of his wings. I turned to Tarik who was holding my bag. He gave me a soft, genuine smile. I guess we had made it obvious what kind of relationship we had, but Tarik seemed cool with it. Kadir stayed at my right side as I followed Tarik to the plane. We got on the plane and I saw everyone else had boarded. The first little bay of first class had two seats and extra room in front. Tarik put my bag in the overhead bin and slid his backpack next to it. He took my shoes off put them under the seat. I buckled my seatbelt and we were off. He gave me gum for the take-off and gave Kadir a few treats. We both seemed to like our babysitter. Kadir licked his hand before putting his head in my lap. Ali had chosen well. Once in the air, Tarik spread a blanket over me and handed me a little pillow. I pulled my legs up into my seat, hugged my stuffed lion, put my head against the window, and started to drift off. The last thing I saw was Kadir and Tarik playing tug with a toy. I woke up with Tarik rubbing my shoulder. I sat up and he reached to buckle my seatbelt, ignoring my dream-induced erection. He put the pillow over it and stood to fold up the blanket. I looked out the window to darkness with a thin line of orange on the horizon. Tarik sat back down and pointed to the tray between our seats. I was starving. It was a croissant, a little white cheese spread, a little turkey, and fruit. It definitely was not salad with grilled chicken. This must not have been ordered by Ali. I smiled at finding the one mistake he made in planning this trip. But I happily took the chance for a change of menu. We started to descend just as I finished. Tarik hurriedly took the tray to the small kitchen area and returned to buckle up. He gave us gum and treats (for Kadir) again as we made our way down to the African continent. After we touched down, Tarik reached below the table between us and opened a drawer. He pulled out my phone and Ali's tablet and unplugged them. He texted Ali, "We are landed, I take the boy to meet his car next." He handed me the phone to show me. We were the first off the plane. I felt badly for the huddled masses waiting behind us, but Kadir needed to find something to pee on and quick. Tarik took us to the first class lounge and they also had an outdoor area. Kadir did his business on everything he deemed worthy. Tarik waved goodbye to me after handing my bag to the driver. He handed the note and money that Ali had given me to the driver, and then left after hugging Kadir goodbye. The driver made few interactions with me. He held open the back door to the black Mercedes and put my bag in the trunk. Kadir and I hopped in and we were off. My phone said it was 6 AM local time when we got to the hotel. The sun was coming up behind the city and it reflected off the water across the street. I'd never seen the Atlantic Ocean before. It didn't look too different from the Pacific. The driver dealt with the front desk lady. Ali always did set up a well orchestrated plan. He gave her the envelope from Ali and she read it and snapped into action. She must have known I was the hotel owner's boy. She flashed a big smile. I took out my phone to text Ali that I was at the hotel. He hadn't replied to the text about us landing. Maybe he was still asleep. I'm sure the note said I was deaf. Knowing Ali, he'd likely made me seem like some mentally decrepit person so they would take extra care of me. She put the tablet back in the bag, slipped the tip money Ali included into her purse, and finally turned to me with a "poor-dear" smile. She put a bottle of water in my hand and then pet the stuffed lion I was holding. I guess an 18 year old boy hugging a stuffed animal didn't do much to convince anyone I was a normally functioning adult. A tall, dark Arab man appeared behind her. He wore a tight, white t-shirt and white shorts. His muscles bulged beneath them, and his eyes focused in on me with a warm smile. He gave a small yawn and stretched his arms and chest up. His shirt went with it and I saw impressive abs sprinkled with black body hair. He took my bag from the counter and patted his thigh for Kadir's attention. The two made introductions to each other and then the man turned to me. He reached out and took my hand and gave it a squeeze. He nodded towards the elevators and nudged me toward it. He held on to my hand, squeezing in a musical rhythm as we made our way to the top floor. I felt like a lost five year old. The doors opened to a small hallway with four doors. He finally let my hand go to take a key from his pocket and open my room. The room turned out to be a small apartment. There was a living room with glass doors that opened to a rooftop terrace. The man went to open the doors and Kadir went out to greet the sunrise. He took my bag to my room and then came back with a notepad and paper. "I am Ashkan," he wrote, "I will be here for your meals, your needs, your protection, your instruction, your entertainment. Your owner has booked me exclusively to be at your service." "You spoke with him? Wait... my OWNER?!?" I wrote. "He hasn't texted me back." I held up my phone and Ashkan took it to see what the problem was. "The wifi," he wrote, and then typed away furiously on my phone. The phone came to life with texts and missed calls, all from Ali. My stomach dropped at the thought of him worrying. I hit the call button next to his name and handed the phone to Ashkan so he could assure him I was ok. There was a lot of nodding and then he turned the phone to me and I turned on the video chat. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 06 Ali caught my eyes and his body heaved a huge sigh. A smile spread across his face and he reached a hand out towards the phone. I mirrored his reach. He was in his bed, at home. He must have finished up with whatever he needed at the villa. His shirt was off, showing a chest full of muscles. I noticed Ashkan eyeing him hungrily, but Ali wasn't returning his gaze. Ali looked tired. I pointed at him and signed, "You sleep?" He shook his head and signed back, "Lots work." "Good?" I signed, and he smiled and nodded excitedly. "You come here?" I signed. He shook his head no and signed, "wait, wait." I nodded. We signed love you to each other and he said something to Ashkan who took the phone and went back to talking on it. When he finished, he hung up and picked up my bag, leading me towards the bedroom. The room was mostly white with large windows. The large bed had a fluffy white comforter. Ashkan set down my bag and began to put clothes away in drawers. He wrote down on the notepad, "Ali says to go and wash, clean yourself as he would. I offered to do what he would do, but he said no, he doesn't want you touched. I'll set up the surprise for you when you're finished. I'll put out the clothes he wants you in and then leave you alone for awhile. I can tell his love runs deep for you." He showed me to the bathroom. There was a large showerstall with several nozzles. He showed me how to turn on the main one for showering and then how to turn on the lower one that is handheld and could be used for the way Ali liked to clean me out. I understood what he wanted. He came back in with a small pair of green briefs and set them on the counter. He left and closed the door. I took my time in the shower. I hadn't had one since Ali bathed me. The body washes and shampoo were the same as Ali used. He had planned this really well and in such a short time. I had a little trouble with the lower nozzle. It ran at full blast which I guess was to do its intended job. It left me a little sore and achy down there. I endured it though, Ali always had his reason and I knew I would be rewarded for following his instructions. I needed him relaxed and peaceful for what he needed to do. I dried off and saw a little bottle of Ali's cologne. That smell. I got hard just seeing the bottle. I dashed a little in my palm like he did and then rubbed it over my chest and did a small swipe over my lip. I inhaled it anxiously and felt like crying. I missed him so much. I don't know what I would do if anything happened and I couldn't see him again, feel his touch, his kisses, his lion's pride inside me. I slipped into the green briefs and padded out to the room to see what else Ashkan had laid out for me to wear. I hoped he wouldn't smell Ali's cologne on me and think I was weird. ********************* I walked out of the bathroom and saw Ali's tablet on this tripod facing the bed. I went to it and there he was, watching me and I was watching him. It was the facechat app and he had on a pair of glasses and was looking to the right, at something. I waved my hands and he noticed me and turned excitedly. I bounced in front of him in the briefs Ashkan had chosen. He looked me up and down with that excited grin he had when he was about to take me. He said something and I signed, "What?" He pointed behind me at the bed. My phone was there. I picked it up and it was the app that listens and turns sounds into texts. I picked it up to read what he was saying. "This will let you hear me. When I talk, it types what I Say. Did you have a good shower, my baby?" I nodded as a huge smile plastered its way across my face. "Good, lie down on the bed for me. It's positioned for me to see the bed and I can zoom in on you. You look so beautiful. I miss you so much." I jumped onto the bed and knelt down to look at him. The tripod was right up against the foot of the bed with the tablet pointed down. I didn't move it, not wanting to mess it up. "I already miss our time together. I need so badly to be inside you. Your little baby hole will forget how big I am if we don't work to keep it open. I worked hard to train it and I don't want to let it get lazy." he laughed as his words danced across the screen. My cock went rock hard from reading it. "Is Ashkan taking care of you? He is an old friend. I have stayed in that apartment many times. He will protect you and train you how to take care of a man. I hope you are listening to him and being my good cub. He will show you how to cook some meals, keep the house, and wash clothes. Do you want to learn for me?" I nodded excitedly. It hit me that Ali said he had stayed here many times with Ashkan. Ashkan hadn't acted like he knew Ali. But then servants I had seen around Ali's family knew how to keep things hidden. "Lie down, my love, slide a hand inside your little briefs, reach down and touch that hole for me." I did as he instructed, brushing past my aching hard-on and pulling back my balls to reach down to my hole. "Does it feel good? Trace around it in circles like I do. Feel me touching you. Feel me pushing against it. It wants me in there so bad, doesn't it?" I read from the screen. I nodded and turned my eyes to him, watching me. He was laid back in his desk chair, took off his reading glasses and set them to the side. He lifted his shirt off, showing his hairy, muscled chest, those hard abs, that little spot where his neck meets his shoulder where I like to bite. I opened my lips, "Ahh!" as I found the right spot where he touches. I mimicked the right way he circles his prey with his finger. "Take the briefs off, spread those legs for me. I need to be in there. Do you need it too?" I nodded truthfully, slipped out of my briefs, and pulled my legs back to put my knees behind my shoulders. I was on display, ass spread open for him. He zoomed in on me, looking intently. "It looks so beautiful, twitching and begging for Daddy to calm it. Put a finger in there for me." He leaned back in his chair, slipped off his shorts and I saw the top half of his cock spring out. It was rock hard and bounced against his stomach as he settled in to stroke it. I laid back against the bed, alternating my eyes between the screens to watch him and read what he was saying to me. "Push in, little cub, push in for me. Feel my finger slide into you, taking what's mine. Your little finger can't measure up to mine, but it's all right. We will get by." I slid it into me. He'd fucked me long and multiple times yesterday, but I was already tight again. He was right, I'd lose my ability to take him if we didn't keep it up. "The slick gel is on the side table. Take it and work two fingers in for me." Ali was making that face, his lips pursed in the "oooh." He was stroking slowly, squeezing that fat cock tightly to imitate my hole. I did as instructed, fumbling with the bottle and spilling a few drops on the comforter. He smiled at my awkwardness as I put two fingers to my hole and started to push in. It hurt a little, but the gel spread tingling warmth inside me as I coated the hole with it. "Work them in there, stretch it a little, go slow, little cub. You are not used to your own touch. Be gentle with my baby's hole." Ali was leaning forward to watch as I slid inside myself. My cock bounced a few times with expectation. "Ahh," I started to moan as I found a few of the spots he knew so well. I felt my body shiver and I kept my eyes on his. "That's my boy, rock them back and forth in my baby's hole. That's it, just like I do." Ali was jerking faster now. He worked up a rhythm of five fast strokes and then one hard squeeze. I eyed his cock hungrily. I need it here. I slid the fingers in deeper, searching for the spots he always knew to touch. It felt ok, but it wasn't the same. Maybe I was too anxious, trying to make him happy. I started to feel like a mouse in a maze where the cheese had all been eaten. I fumbled around clumsily and accidentally stretched my hole a little too hard. I winced in pain and my cock started to soften. "What hurts my boy?," Ali said. I shook my head no, signed "I ok." But he knew me, knew to read my face. "It's ok, my cub. Your little flower only knows its master's touch. It was made for me. I knew it the first time I opened you up. Your body reacted so quickly and passionately. I felt it deeper when I slid inside you. Your body was made for me. My cock never felt like that with anyone. Every little ridge and turn made my body weak and Our two-piece puzzle aches to be put together. Nothing else will fit right." I nodded and let the fingers slide out of myself gently. "Your body needs its lion, nothing else will suffice. I will be with you as soon as it is safe." I nodded sadly. "Samir will be there in a few hours. He can hold you like I do while you sleep. But he knows better than to touch what is mine." "Caleb?" I signed. "Caleb is refusing to go back to LA and I can't send him off to Morocco. He wants to make sure you are ok. He is staying in the main house. Zaid is entertaining him." I knew Caleb would be stubborn. He didn't give in, not even to the lions. "Now, how to make my baby feel better?" Ali smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Let me watch you jerk your little cub toy. I haven't ever seen you do it." He watched me with some level of amusement as I sat up a little and brought my cock back to attention. He leaned back and started to jerk again as well. Watching him squeeze and pump his cock quickly had me back to hard. He'd pause every few beats and pull on his nuts, squeezing them. I took note to do that next time I was sucking on him. I couldn't even begin to compare our sizes. He had something to be proud of. I kept my eyes on his chest and started to jerk faster. I couldn't look him in the eyes. My body needed his, but he told me to jerk so I did. I shot all over my chest. My body shook and twisted. My eyes closed on their own. It's hard to keep them open when I cum. "Ahhh, Uhhh, Ahhh!" I didn't know how loud I was being. I couldn't control myself. I shot five or six times and opened my eyes just in time to see his face scrunch up with that look he gets when he's ready to join me. His jaw dropped and his eyes fluttered as he shot along his stomach. His abs squeezed and jumped as he coated them with his lion juice. He looked at me and mouthed "fuck yeah" as he came. We laid there looking at each other's work as we came down. "You are loud when you cum. I love it," Ali said with a laugh. I wiped my hand on a towel and reached for the phone to type back, "Oh no! Always? Am I?" "Yes, it's adorable. So natural, primal. You aren't worried about someone hearing. Can't you tell?" He laughed. "No," I typed, "I don't hear anything. Do you think Ashkan heard?" "If he's listening, he's probably jerking off outside the door." Ali laughed. "Don't worry, Ashkan has heard me many times." "You two have done stuff?" I asked, a sudden pain of jealousy twisted in my chest. "Oh," Ali read my expression. "Not the way you and I do. He... " Ali paused, searching for words. "We came there when my father bought the hotel. He keeps that apartment for us for vacations. I was younger at the time and Ashkan was 19. He was an orphaned cub. An older lion used him badly and then offered him to whomever wanted him. He was too tall and strong to be a cub, but too submissive to make it on his own. He had been broken in, trained too hard. My father offered him to help take care of guests at the hotel." I felt the jealousy build in me and looked over at the door, suddenly feeling a mix of sympathy and anger towards Ashkan. "When we visited, my father treated him like a respectable worker, not a sextoy," Ali kept on going, "But I was young and had needs and he smelled so weak and took to me so readily. I was figuring out my power, my pent up need to dominate. I sneaked him into my room every night and used him. He took it, he begged for more. I worked through my need and he taught me what he had learned." "It wasn't like it is with you and me, my little cub. He taught me how to dominate, to conquer. You taught me how to do it with love. You are my prince. You are my heart." "But yes, I have had many adventures with Ashkan. I do care for him greatly. He is loyal and works hard to keep our hotel profitable. And look at how he takes care of you. I sent you there because I knew that he would die before letting harm come to you. He sees that you carry my heart inside you." The jealous knot started to unravel a bit. He was right. I had nothing to be jealous about. Of course he had been with others. He was handsome and 24. I just hadn't considered it before. My mind flashed to Ashkan bouncing in his lap as Ali held him. They were both tall, I struggled to picture their large bodies wrestling. And then my mind wandered to invent Caleb in his lap and other guys and I started feeling jealous again. "Go and clean yourself, little cub," Ali snapped me back to the present. "Samir will be there tonight and you will help Ashkan prepare his meal as though it were for me. You will listen to Ashkan, learn from him. He knows how to provide a comfortable home. You will make me proud, little one. Yes?" I nodded and typed, "Yes sir." "I love you," he said with an adoring smile. "Never forget that. I need to get sleep and then get back to work. I am so tired, but I couldn't rest until I knew you were safe. Now I can." We exchanged our little love vows like we always did when taking leave of each other. I left the tablet and phone running, not wanting to mess anything up. I went and showered again and put on the briefs. Ashkan must have heard me in the shower because I came out to the room to find shorts and a t-shirt laid on the bed for me. The tablet and phone were gone. ********* I went out to find Ashkan in the small kitchen. He was waiting for me with a smile. He showed me how to prepare the dinner for Samir. We made vegetables and steak in this marinade bowl and then took them out to the terrace where he fired up a BBQ grill. Kadir was lounging around the backyard and came over when he saw me. Ashkan kept pointing to different things to show me how it should go. He had his notepad and would stop to make notes for me, "should look like this," or "this means it needs more time." He finished cooking everything and put it on a platter. It felt weird, the both of us cooking a meal that neither of us would eat. Samir showed up as Ashkan was grilling some chicken for our dinner. Even together, our portion was much smaller than Samir's. He came outside with a bag tossed over his shoulders and dark sunglasses. He smiled at me and I ran to him. Samir held out his arms and lifted me up like Ali always does. I buried my face in his shoulder as he hugged me. He held me for a minute, giving my cheek a kiss and then set me on my feet. He went to hug Ashkan, they looked like old friends. Ashkan put a hand next to the top of Samir's head as though he were saying, "You have grown." I guess Ashkan had watched him grow up over the years. Samir went and sat down at the outdoor table. Ashkan looked at me and pointed to the platter of food we had prepared for him. I scampered over to it and brought it to the table while Ashkan went to finish our chicken. Samir gave me an excited smile. He pointed to the steak and then to me and gave me a look like, "You made this?" I nodded excitedly and he tried it, giving an approving nod and smile as he chewed. I went to help Ashkan with the food for us as Samir started eating. Ashkan brought him a glass of wine for his steak. I put our chicken on a plate. He shoveled some salad on next to the chicken. It was the meal Ali always chose for me. I vowed that if I got safely back to Ali, I wouldn't ever complain about the chicken salad ever again. We sat down to eat and Ashkan put my phone on the app I'd used with Ali to turn speech to text. Except Samir kept switching into Arabic so I didn't get a lot of what he was saying. I typed out, "How is Caleb?" and held it up in front of Samir, but Ashkan grabbed my hand and pulled it back. He set the phone down and slid it over to Samir on the table. "That is the polite way to ask," Ashkan said. Samir read my question and pulled my chair over close to his. He set the phone down so we could both see it. "He isn't happy, but if he gets involved with this, he could get hurt. We are all already involved. I don't know if Izem knows Caleb even exists. Either way it is best to keep him out of this and send him home as soon as he will go." Samir said to the speech-to-text app and took a sip of his wine. He leaned back in his chair, finished with his meal. He put his arm around me and said that he liked the meal, that I had done a good job. Without Ali there, Samir knew he was the head lion. He seemed to relish the role. He had a cub, a servant, an open rooftop with a view of the ocean. He had two subservients here and knew we were going to spend the next few days treating him as a king until Ali arrived. After dinner, Ashkan and I cleaned up. I hadn't done dishes in a long time. The hot water hurt my hands. Samir stretched out in a captain's chair with his feet up as he watched some soccer match on TV. The sun was setting and I was starting to yawn as Ashkan had me dry the dishes while he put them away. We cleaned the grill and put everything away. We found Samir sleeping in his chair after we finished. He'd had a long flight and probably didn't sleep on the plane like I had. I started to leave him there and head for the bedroom, but Ashkan stopped me and shook his head. He made the sign for "Wait" and went to Samir's chair. Ashkan kissed him softly on the cheek and rubbed his hair. Samir stirred and looked up between us with an adorable yawn. They said something to each other, but Ashkan had taken my phone away and put it in Samir's pocket. He would be the keeper now, the protector of the cub. Samir got up and went to close the doors, bring in Kadir, and check all of the locks. It was just as Ali did every night when he laid me in the bed. As we had cooked and cleaned, Samir too had a role to play. He finished and came to me, put his hand in the center of my back and nudged me towards the bedroom. Ali had said he would hold me so I could sleep and feel safe. I changed into pajama pants and a tank top. Samir merely took off his shirt and pants. He stood before me in a pair of black briefs with gold trim and a healthy bulge. He stretched with a yawn and rubbed at his left eye showing off his smooth, dark abs and arm muscles. I hugged my stuffed lion as he pulled back the comforter and pushed me towards the bed. He slid in behind me, his arms wrapping my chest, pulling me back against him. I felt normal again for just a minute. His muscles felt so familiar and safe; his cologne was from the same batch as my lion's. Even his sweat matched his brother's. He was growing into his brother's role, but not quite there yet. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, my body absorbed his pulsing heat. I closed my eyes against the pillow. I woke up hard, it was dark in the room and Samir must have been having an exciting dream because I felt his proud manhood pressing between my ass cheeks, slowly riding me up and down. The movement must have been going on awhile because I felt the back of my pajamas had been pushed down so my ass was exposed. We were so tightly pressed together that his nose was just over my ear, his cheek against my hair. I inhaled his scent. He was sweating a little, probably from the hot scene in his dream. I just laid there as he held me tightly, my back against his chest. He rubbed himself against me a few more times and then I felt a rush of hot breath against my cheek as his body let go of his frustration. I felt hot globs shoot against my ass and back as he kissed my ear. I reached my hand back slowly and felt his briefs, sticky and warm. Some of his cum had shot through the material and onto me. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 06 He froze when I touched him. He slowly slid back and away from me and then left the bed. I laid there, just as he'd left me. When he returned, he wiped his evidence sample off of me lightly with a damp towel as though hoping I was still asleep. I played along, not wanting to embarrass him further. He'd had things with Caleb messed up and had been worried for his brother, of course his body needed release. He dried me with the other side of the towel. He slid back in behind me, his underwear brushed my hand. He must have changed into a clean pair because these felt cool and fresh. His arms wrapped me up once again, but he didn't pull up my pajamas. He gave me a light kiss on the cheek. He had one arm across my tummy, resting a hand on my butt, cupping it gently. I felt my hole twitch with excitement, thinking Ali was near. I prayed his hand wouldn't find my erection, but if he truly was growing into his brother's role, he would completely ignore my cock. I fell back to sleep as his breathing became regular against my face. Although it wasn't Ali, I was glad to feel safe in a lion's arms once again. ***** Emerson and the Lion Ch. 07 The next day I woke up in Samir's arms. He'd held me the whole night. I slept so well, but woke up realizing it wasn't my lion who held me. Samir wasn't as bulky, didn't hold me with the same urgency. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend. Ashkan woke me up with a finger pressed to his lips. The lion wasn't to be woken. He helped me wiggle out of Samir's arms and we went to make his breakfast. He guided me to make an omelette with vegetables and some of the leftover steak from last night. I sliced up fresh fruit and Ashkan showed me how to put together a grocery list to order food and plan for meals. Then I saw a sudden look of alarm on Ashkan's face. The bedroom door flew open and Samir ran out in a pair of red briefs with a healthy tent in front. He looked at me and breathed a sigh of relief, but then his eyes flashed anger. He came towards me looking upset. He clutched his phone, typed furiously, and then waved it in front of my face, "Do not leave my bed without waking me up to let me know. Ali would never forgive me if I lost you. Never leave my side without permission. Never!" I nodded, feeling guilty. Ali would never have typed in anger to me. Ashkan waved and mouthed something. He probably apologized, took responsibility. Samir kissed my cheek and hugged me good morning as his anger subsided. He settled in at the kitchen bar and I put his plate in front of him. It looked so pretty. We made his strong, Arab coffee. Ashkan had left it black. I made smaller omelettes for me and for Ashkan and we ate after Samir had finished. He pulled me into his lap and played on his phone as I ate. He said he liked the breakfast, we did a good job. We went to the gym after cleaning up. Samir put us through routines he thought would be appropriate. He kept coming over, increasing or decreasing my running rate as he saw fit. He was carrying around the weights as he pumped and stretched through his routine. He had on a tight blue tank top and tiny white shorts that showed off his proud physique. Ashkan kept eyeing Samir with astonished looks as he lifted weights as though Ashkan himself wasn't almost as buff. I knew what he was doing, Samir might have too, but he blushed every time Ashkan squeezed his arm muscles or touched his abs. Ashkan definitely knew the art of customer service. It did, however, cause Samir to lose focus on my speed and I ended up jumping off when he left it on super fast for too long as he walked over to flex for Ashkan. I doubled over and coughed, gasping for air. I felt Samir lift me up off the rubber mat of the gym and into his arms like Ali did. He certainly wasn't lacking much in his brother's strength or maybe I was just smaller than I realized. He sat down on the weight bench and put me in his lap and rubbed my back. Ashkan brought me a cold bottle of water and wiped me gently with a towel. Samir took out his phone and typed, "Oh baby, I'm so so sorry. I promise that won't happen again." When I was breathing normally again, Samir carried me up to the hotel suite and started undressing me in the bathroom. I held on firmly to my jock when that was all I had left on my body. He nodded with understanding and then left me alone to shower. Ashkan came in with clean clothes when I'd finished. After we cleaned up, Ashkan took me to unpack everything Samir had brought. He insisted on messing up all the clothes to show me how Ali prefers things get folded or hung. He liked sharp corners, pressed, put away by color. While we worked, I typed out what had happened the night before. I typed to Ashkan all about Samir's wet dream, grinding into me, shooting on me. I didn't mind it, but I worried that he was a man with endless needs. I was Ali's to touch, but Samir couldn't help his dreams. He hadn't tried to touch me in Ali's places. Ashkan understood. He told me not to worry. He said he would make sure that tonight when Samir came to bed that he would be properly satisfied and exhausted. I hugged him. He said it would be best to not speak of this ever again. We couldn't risk embarrassing Samir. It was something his body couldn't help. A lion of his age needed regular hunting. ******************* I didn't get my facechat time with Ali that afternoon. He texted me to say he was so close and had uncovered a lot of information. We texted back and forth. My stomach twisted up at the thought of not seeing him, even electronically, that day. I was disappointed, but he said he needed to finish things up and he would be with me soon. Ashkan must have believed I'd have full session time with Ali. When I poked my head out, there was no one in the living room or kitchen. The room was nearly dark and I saw light coming from the guest room. I walked over and saw the door was ajar. I pushed on it a little and saw movement. Curiosity forced my hand to push a little more and I saw Samir's smooth, dark backside completely exposed. Samir was facing away from me and was working furiously. He had Ashkan bent over the bed and was ramming into him from behind. Samir grabbed Ashkan's head by the hair and roughly pulled on it. Ashkan's head popped up and his eyes caught mine. He lifted off the bed as Samir rammed him hard. I saw Ashkan's cock, hard and bouncing between the bed and his stomach. Like the other men, he had something to be proud of. Samir was slapping Ashkan's ass hard and pulling and pushing him by the hair. It looked painful and I wondered how Samir could do that to someone. It was so opposite the gentle and sweet nature his brother took me. I wanted to yell for him to stop. I didn't understand how anyone could enjoy this. Ashkan caught my eye. He shot me an evil stare and nodded his head for me to move away. He didn't want Samir to know I was watching. Maybe Ashkan was ashamed of being hurt like this. I felt disgust twist my stomach. I backed away into the shadows, nearly stepping on Kadir's paw. I guess this is what he meant about taking care of Samir. I felt badly for Caleb after seeing Samir with another, but also felt glad that Samir's needs would be taken care of. He gave up a lot to come here and protect me. He deserved to be serviced properly. Samir kept pounding away at Ashkan. He was getting rougher with him. He smacked him hard on the ass as he pulled him by the hair. Ashkan just kept opening his mouth, probably making all kinds of sounds to make Samir feel like the proud lion he was becoming. At one point, Samir withdrew completely, waving his thick, proud cock at Ashkan's hole before driving in at full force til he bottomed out. Ashkan's body went stiff, but just momentarily. He was a professional. He relaxed and started trying to ride Samir to let him know he could take more. He turned his head back and said something with a smile. How could he enjoy this? It must have been an act to please his master. I wondered if this is what Ali meant about the way he had sex with Ashkan. He said it was not like the way we did things together. It was more about domination. He'd said Ashkan was the type that begged for it. That was certainly true. Ali had never taken me from behind. He said he needed to see my face, look me in the eyes to make sure I was doing ok. He said he loved to watch my eyes, my lips, my chest as he drove into me. He needed to know he was making me feel good and not just himself. Ali always told me, "You come first, you always come first." This is part of what he meant. He always made sure I felt good with what we did. How could Ashkan like it so rough? Samir was riding him like an animal, he reached down and twisted Ashkan's nipple, then he put two fingers from each hand into the sides of Ashkan's mouth and pulled him back harshly. I didn't like this, but I couldn't do anything to help him. Samir pulled hard on Ashkan's hair, pulling his neck and back up painfully as he slammed all the way inside him. I saw Samir's face screw up, just like his brother. I knew what it meant. He pumped a few more times and filled Ashkan with his reward. He sped up as he filled the servant. It was brutal to shove that big of a cock inside someone without gentle care. He unloaded all he had as he smacked Ashkan's firm ass. He was pulling hard on Ashkan's shoulders to put as much as he could inside him. He rammed him forcefully and then, spent, collapsed onto the bed. Ashkan started to lie down next to him, maybe seeking a cuddle, but Samir pushed him away. He leaned towards Ashkan and spit on his cheek. He laid there for a minute, recovering. He gave his nuts a scratch and then started to sit up. I backed away, but he caught me looking. He looked suddenly furious, and then guilty. He jumped up and reached towards the doorway with a sudden look of panic, but I backed away and ran to the bedroom. I jumped to lay on the bed and started to play around with my phone like I had been there the whole time. I realized I was fully hard and covered it with a pillow. Kadir laid next to me and put his head down lazily. He's always the good accomplice. Samir came in ten minutes later wearing a pair of tight electric blue briefs. He had a towel slung over his shoulder. He must have showered in the guest room. He finished drying his hair and tossed the towel on the floor knowing it would get picked up by one of his two subservients. He slid in next to me and put an arm around me, I slid over to snuggle into his chest. He took my phone and typed, "I need a nap, baby boy, nap with me?" I nodded and put my face against his heartbeat like I did with Ali. He slipped my phone into the waistband of his briefs and hugged me tightly. I snuggled into his chest and he wrapped both arms around me, rubbing my back gently. I eyed the phone poking out of his briefs. I wanted to reach for it, but didn't want to send a confusing signal to Samir. I need Ali to explain all of this to me. Samir rolled over on his side, pushing me off of him and rolling me over. He had my back to his chest. I felt his hands push my shirt up and off. He tossed it across the room and pulled me into him. He has an arm across my chest and another across my tummy. He put his lips against my bare shoulder. He nuzzled his nose into my neck like Ali does. He gave my earlobe a lick. I started to shiver, but Samir interpreted it as me being cold. He reached for a folded blanket and tossed it over us. It brought an awkward intimacy that shouldn't be there. He held me tighter and rubbed my chest and tummy. I felt him breathing, so gently, on my ear. He'd been so brutal in the other room, taken Ashkan so harshly. Yet here he was being sweet and loving with me. I couldn't reconcile the contrasts. He was growing from boy to man, playing both sides. His hold felt desperate, needing to confirm he could be the warm and sweet boy I had come to know. He started to nibble on my neck and half of me wanted to close my eyes and pretend it was Ali. I missed him so much and the warm cave of muscles surrounding me felt all too familiar. But it wasn't him. I reached behind me and touched his side. Ali had said they were "obliques" when he put me through an exercise to develop them. Samir's were perfect, of course. I wanted to reach down for my phone. I needed to text Ali. I knew he was busy, but I needed him. Samir's hand reacted quickly to my touch, he put a hand over mine and guided it down to his hip. My fingers touched the waistband of his electric blue briefs. They were pretty skimpy and I felt his dick bulging against the back of my shorts. The material was so soft, thin, stretchy. Ali always put me in things like this, touchable, comforting. This was all sending him the wrong message. I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it firmly for a few seconds. We froze there and then he let my hand go. Maybe he thought for a second about what he was trying to do with his brother's cub. I pulled my hand back to my chest. I felt him wiggle around and then I saw his hand return in front of me holding the phone. He kept me there in his arms, holding the phone for both of us to see. "Why did you stop? Did I upset you, little cub?" he typed to me. "I'm scared. I just wanted to get the phone to text Ali," I typed back. "Scared of what? Nothing can hurt you here, little cub. I would never let anything happen to you," Samir didn't get it. "You hurt Ashkan," I typed. Samir took the phone and turned on the voice+text chat so he could speak while I read and typed. "I did? How? Oh! You mean what we were doing? He's fine. He's happy as a bird. I let him have some wine while working on dinner. That's just how cubs like him like things. It's what he is in to. Trust me, he shot a number of times with me tearing him up. It's how he expects to be taken," Samir assured. "No, that's not how it's supposed to be. That's now how Ali does things," I typed back, knowing he desperately followed Ali's footsteps. "That is how Ali fucks YOU. You have only known that way. You are an innocent. I saw him with Ashkan a few times, heard it from the next room. Trust me, I was mild. Who do you think taught me how to dominate him like that? You are for gentle love, Ashkan is not. It's not what he likes," Samir tried to explain. "Doesn't he want someone to hold him and kiss him? You pushed him away," I asserted. "He wouldn't respect me if I was gentle with him. I am the master of the house now. I am not a boy. He respects lions. He craves their attention. He has been with many. You don't understand these things. Ali has kept you innocent, naive. I would too if you were mine. I wouldn't let you near cubs like Ashkan," Samir kissed my neck. "If you were mine, you wouldn't be in this danger in the first place. Ali is like my father, always trying to do things peacefully, the gentle doctor. My grandfather was a warrior. He built this empire, ruled the partnership. No one would ever cross us. My father is the one who stepped back, let other lions step up. Business was never his path. Ali is better, but still tries to follow father's path. And look where we are, hiding out in Africa." Samir continued. "Ali is keeping me safe. He loves me," I took the phone and interrupted his speech. "Any man would love you. Many would kill for your sweet embrace. You are the right combination of small but strong, beautiful but silent, weak but loyal. I would have crushed Izem before he even got a chance to get near you. Izem is a spoiled man with a lousy mind for business. Ali shouldn't have offered to help him and make a deal. He should have taken what he wanted and rooted Izem out of business. That's what I would have done," Samir was getting angry. I didn't understand that. "This world is so foreign to me. Nothing makes sense here," I typed. He sighed into my ear, kissed down my neck, and rested his lips on my shoulder. "I know, little one," he typed, "You are too soft for this kind of life. If you were mine, I would keep you at home, behind the walls. You wouldn't know about any of this. You would only know the happiness of your cage. I would come home every day and be refreshed by you. Things should be kept simpler. You haven't left this hotel in many days and you are perfectly happy." "Do you want that with Caleb? It seemed like you really liked him," I typed. "Caleb likes to play roles. He played the cub, but I was definitely not his first. I do care for him, but he is too independent. He could never be happy in my world for long. He is beautiful though. When we were together I kept trying to fuck the pride out of him, but all I did was make him squirt. He asked if he could fuck me too. That's when I knew he wasn't going to change," Samir was getting hard again. I felt it poking my bottom. "Eww!," I blushed and laughed. "That's like my brother!" "Yes, sorry, sweet one. I should not be so vulgar with you," Samir laughed, not sorry in the least, "But then when you guys found out the whole story, he looked at me like I was the one that did all this. I didn't lure him over here from Los Angeles. Izem lured you. Ali stole you. You invited Caleb. I found him on Ali's bed." "That sums it up pretty nicely," I typed with a laugh. "Well I had nothing to do with it. Caleb wouldn't have ever been chosen for the program anyways. He is too... gay and loud. Most cubs are either straight or... well not quite so loud," Samir laughed and the app wrote "ah ah ah." "I told him all of this on the way home after we dropped you and Ali off at the airport," Samir continued. "I told him it wasn't fair to punish me for it. He agreed, said he needed time to think, said he was sorry for hurting my feelings. Then he just got pissed at me all over again when I wouldn't take him with me to Casablanca to meet up with you." "I told him it was for his safety. I told him that if he wouldn't go home to the safety of Los Angeles, then he should stay with Ali and my family until things were safe. He was pretty angry when I left. He gets angry too quickly. He uses words a good cub would not." "He wouldn't leave me when I'm in danger," I typed. "As I told you," he said, stroking my hair, "Any man would fight for you. Izem will fight for you too... If Ali fails, he may win... Then you would go home." **************** The next few days went a little easier with Samir and Ashkan. We got into a routine of Samir working while Ashkan and I cleaned, cooked, worked out, and split the duties of making him happy. Ashkan was getting regular visits from Samir and I was always the after cuddle. I went back to working on my Arabic reading and writing lessons. I had no idea what would happen to my classes. I'm pretty sure I would just fail for this semester. I had missed so much. Kadir seemed happy here. He had the large terrace to run and play and do his business. Samir and I spent afternoons out there with him. Samir on his laptop, me on the tablet lessons with breaks to throw Kadir's toy or run around with him. Communications with Ali were few and far between. He texted me randomly, asking how I was doing. I tried to keep it happy for him. I didn't want him to worry. He was talking more with Samir on the phone. I was jealous for information, but Samir didn't give much. He told me it was not mine to worry about. I wanted to complain to Ali about it, but Samir was always there, reading our texts. He'd keep my phone in his pocket or his underwear when we slept. *************** Ashkan woke me up one morning with excitement. Samir stirred and rolled on to his back, pulling me with him. I pushed up off his chest as Ashkan was saying something with a big smile. I looked at Samir who simply nodded, stone-faced. Samir waved Ashkan on and he left the room. I looked up at him expectantly, but he just shook his head. I pulled at Samir's black briefs to free my phone. His plump cock came out with it and he gave it a few tugs as I tried to find the voice+text chat. He stroked it carelessly as I typed. "What? What happens? Please tell!" Samir rolled his eyes and clicked on the voice button, "Look how you have woken me up." He pointed down to show he was fully hard. "You shouldn't grab for things. A cub should ask politely," he scolded. "Sorry, I just saw how excited he was. What is the news? Please tell me," I whined and pawed at his chest. He let go of his cock and stuffed it back into his briefs. He paused and kissed my impatient forehead. "You are so beautiful... Ali has left. He and Caleb are coming. We have a lot of time though, the flight is long. I'm sure yours was longer," Samir said. "I don't remember. Ali gave me a pill, I slept until we were landing," I typed. "Of course he did... We will have breakfast, do our workout, and then Ashkan will help you prepare." "Everything is good though? Ali worked it out? No more problems?" I had so many questions. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 07 "The good news is you are 100% owned by Ali Hamad. No other man has any claims on you according to the partnership. The bad news is he only partially destroyed Izem. He never could finish someone off. A man recovering has a long time to think of revenge," Samir didn't look pleased. "But for now," Samir continued, "You will lie here with me. It is not time to leave our comfort just yet." I nodded and snuggled into his chest thinking about what would happen when Ali walked through the door. I was starting to forget his face, his arms, his chest. My stomach turned at the thought that this was just a dream. *************** Ali would be here in an hour. Ashkan had cut the hair on my head and removed it from other parts of me as the spa had done back in Satra. He applied a fresh henna tattoo with Ali's name because the old one was starting to fade. He must have received instructions from Ali. He knew too well what needed to be done. Ashkan prepared a bath for me with strange scented oils in it. It smelled good, but a little strong. He told me to clean everything and begin to stretch myself to prepare for my "master." "Your lion's cock has not been with you in a long time. It will feel twice as big as before. He will be bigger, you will be smaller. You need to open yourself up to prepare. He will be in a rush, not as patient this time." Ashkan warned. Samir stayed out in the living room, he wanted no part of the preparations. I wondered if he would be nervous seeing Caleb. Ashkan had showed me using two fingers and his other cupped hand what he suggested I should do. I got into the bathtub and started to figure it out. It took a long time, but I was able to get comfortable and relax with it. I was hard the whole time just thinking about Ali coming to me soon. After awhile, I had to start taking breaks to calm down. I knew I should save my pleasure for him. I finished up in the bath and drained the water. I still felt oily so I rinsed the tub out and dried myself with a fresh towel. My skin felt smooth, but a little too oily. I was slippery and shiny. ************** I came out with a towel wrapped around me and Samir was sitting on the bed wearing a pair of jogging pants with the waistband of his underwear peeking out of the top. He looked up at me with a half smile and then shook his head no. I looked around but didn't see any clothes to change into. "You stink. Why did Ashkan use those oils on you? Go and shower, clean them off. Get a fresh towel as well," Samir typed with a scrunched face as he came close to me. I gave a confused look. I had done as instructed. I thought he would be pleased. "Those are the smells of a whore. They use them to let the customer know they are clean, sanitary and ready. It's not something you want to smell when you come home to your love, your innocent. A proper cub should smell like soap or his master's choice in fragrance, nothing more. Ashkan doesn't know these things. He hasn't been a cub in many years," Samir typed. He kissed my cheek and pulled back in repulsion. I went back in and put the towel in the hamper. I opened the window above the bath to get the scent out. I got into the shower and washed everything with the unscented bodywash. I used the lower nozzle to spray inside me, it didn't hurt this time. When I came out, Ashkan had laid a pair of briefs, small yellow shorts, and a white tank top that read, "Surfs Up California Beach Dude!," on the bed. I laughed at that not sure if it meant surfing the entire coast. Shirts sold in non-English countries didn't always get things right. I dressed and poked my head out. Ashkan came in and fixed my hair for me. The top of my light blonde hair was growing out, such a contrast to the closely shaved sides. He put some gel in my hair and gave the top a braided look, pulling my bangs back and weaving the hair together tightly. It gave me a very bohemian beach boy look. Ashkan secured the silver crescent necklace Ali had given me behind my neck. He adjusted my shirt and smiled from behind me in the mirror. I turned and gave him a hug. He kissed my cheek. *********** Ali came in as I sat with Samir on the couch with my head on his shoulder. I jumped up when I saw the door open. He stalked into the room on a mission. He had on black pants and a tight black tank top. It had one of those square cut chests that made his chest look huge.It's the kind of shirt only foreigners or gay gym guys would wear back home. On him it worked. He looked tired, anxious, he'd shaved his head. It changed his face from proper business man to hardened soldier. I jumped to my feet and started towards him. He scanned the room and then came for me like a missile, pulled me up into his chest, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. He smelled like his cologne and sweat with a dash of stale airplane. I peered over his shoulder and saw Caleb slink in behind him holding his bag. He was still waking up, pushing down his messy blonde hair. He smiled at me, set his bag down and looked around. His eyes found Samir on the couch and a hopeful look spread across his face. He went over and knelt in front of Samir. Caleb kept his eyes down, looking reserved and a little scared. He bowed and Samir didn't look up from playing on his phone. I didn't understand that, but Ali didn't waste time in whisking me off towards the bedroom. His skin pulsed around me. ***************** Ali carried me straight back to the main bedroom. Samir had moved his things to the second one. He laid me on the bed and hovered over me with an urgent smile as though searching my face for signs I missed him. I leaned up towards him, resting on my elbows. He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me up the rest of the way so our lips touched. His tongue worked its way inside me. I had brushed my teeth twice before he arrived. His other hand hurriedly pushed up my shirt. I raised my arms and he slid it off. He kissed down my neck, across my chest, and centered on my left nipple. He sucked it into his lips, twisting it with his teeth. It quickly hardened in his mouth and the right nipple followed in anticipation. He lifted his head and smiled at me and started speaking. I had no idea what he was saying. He'd forgotten I'm deaf. But I didn't care. His eyes said that his words were sweet and he missed me greatly. I missed him too. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed up on his shirt. He has this sprinkled trail of hair down the center of his back that starts midway. It's short black and twisty hair that leads down to a furry, muscled ass. I never thought I would like that, but it was him, it was mine. He was here, he was real. I slipped my hand into the back of his pants, feeling an elastic waistband and then just his skin. He must have had on a jockstrap. I grabbed at his cheeks, cupping and squeezing the hard bubbles he worked hard to perfect. It made him sink into me, grind his bulge between my legs. His hands pushed down my shorts and briefs. He raised up to slip them off of my legs. I laid there under him; helpless, naked and squirming like prey begging to be eaten. Raising up from me, he peeled off his tight tank top. He sat back on his heels, towering over me with the chest that I craved. It held the first heartbeat I had ever slept against. His powerful muscles, sprinkled with fur, my lion's chest that knew how to hold me just right. His pants came next, he tossed them on the dresser. He had on a red jockstrap that his massive cock was testing the limits of. He pushed the pouch to the side and his pride pounced out. It was bigger, thicker than I'd remembered. He grabbed it and gave it a squeeze and a drop of his precum fell to my belly button. I looked down at it and saw my own dick was rock hard. He lowered himself, put his on top of mine, squeezed them together in his hand. I couldn't help but compare the size difference. Mine is proportional to my body, but his was proportional to a god. It completely obscured my own. I saw a little sliver of white popping out underneath his fat, dark meat as he stroked them together. "My baby," he mouthed as he looked down at me. "Daddy," I said, using my voice. He looked at me so sweetly. After all he'd done, the least I could do was use my voice for him, call him what he liked. I was rewarded with a sweet kiss as he stroked us together, a little more roughly than I liked. He let go of us, and his cock flopped down over mine, continuing to remind me who was the man. He started to kiss down my chest again, gave each nipple another little teeth pull, and worked his way down my tummy. His lips gave a gentle kiss to my dick, it was the first time he'd ever put his lips there. Instead of staying though, he kept on his journey downward. He pushed against my feet and I pulled my knees up and secured them behind my shoulders. He came face to face with what he'd waited to take. His tongue traced circles around my hole, wetting it. His teeth bit softly against the skin and pulled at it. I squirmed and whimpered for him to make me his again. His tongue dove in forcefully and I was glad Ashkan had instructed me on stretching it to prepare for him. He worked it in circles inside me, stretching my hole and touching every pleasure sensor he could find. I shook and twisted uncontrollably. "ah, Ah, AHH!" I whined as he dug into me, wanting to bring me pleasure, but needing to get inside me with more than just his tongue. Ali put two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them knowing where they were headed next. He put his thumb to my chin and with the two fingers in my mouth, he tilted my head in circles playfully. He withdrew his tongue and raised up, smiling at me, checking on my reactions. His fingers slid inside me one at a time. I felt a mix of pain from being stuffed to deep pleasure as he was quite expert at massaging inside me. He hit every little spot that makes my body jolt and my cock jump. He slid them slowly as far as they would go and then started to move them and stretch me. When he was sure I was open enough, he started to slide them in and out of my hole. Each time he slid over a ridge, my cock bounced and pulsed. "AHHH UHHH UH HUH!" I was mumbling, maybe shouting, my body lost control. He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue wrestled mine into submission. I slid my arms around his neck as he fingerfucked me deep and hard. He sped up and within a minute, my cock started to explode all over his stomach and chest. "AH HuH Hmm Yaz!" I lost control, bucking under him as I shot. He leaned back and my cock launched a hit that landed right on his chin. It was thick, built up for days without release. It dripped down his chin and back onto my chest. He laughed, but kept ramming his fingers inside me. I laid there spent as he slipped his free arm behind my back. He lifted me up off the bed to kiss him. I licked my cum off his chin. It didn't belong there. He let his fingers slide out of me and used both hands to lift me up into his chest. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and put me in his lap. I put my feet on the bed on either side of his lap as he held me by my bottom. I had my arms around his neck and he slowly lowered me onto his cock as my own went quiet, the last bit of juice dribbling out and onto his belly button. He held me firmly by the ass and positioned me over his cock. He slowly lowered me down on it and I felt the fat, mushroom head poke against my hole. I tried to open up for him, but it was still so tight and he was still so huge. He got face to face with me and mouthed, "calm, relax." He blew gently on my nose and gave it a quick lick. He smiled at me, mouthed, "ok, ok, ok." He leaned in and kissed me and I felt the tip pop in to me. It felt like fire, but I breathed deeply. He held me there and let me get used to it before probing it deeper inside me. He took his time, working in an inch a minute. It felt like forever, but I started to get used to it and my cock was thumping hard. He finally got me halfway down which felt way too far. I buried my face into his shoulder and he used one hand to rub my back as he kept pushing into me. I felt his breath on my ear, blowing to calm me. And then he started to lift me up, just an inch or so. It felt weird sliding out of me. He stopped and then lowered me again. He did this about ten times slowly before he started to speed up. He didn't go all the way in to me. I don't think I could have taken it anyways. He started to raise me up and then lower me. At some points he just let me drop and then caught me as I slid down with gravity. He was so careful. lifting my face off his chest to look at me, check me. I was mumbling nonsense into his chest, lost in the thousand points of pleasure his cock found inside me. I felt my cock build up again as he worked up a healthy rhythm and began to slam into me deeper. I wanted it so bad. My cock pulsed against his stomach. It bumped along the ridges of his furry abs. I was leaking, leaving long silk strands of precum. They painted a spiderweb on him as he started to speed up more. His sweaty chest rubbed against me, leaving his mark all over my face, shoulders, chest. I looked up into his eyes, so full of lust, concern, longing. He smiled at me, giving pained eyes to show he was enjoying the sensations inside me. A few more thrusts and I felt the cum rising inside me. I let go of another stream of juice over our chests. He leaned in to kiss me as I shot and my hole clenched around his cock. I felt him shove into me a little too far and a pain shot through me. He sped up and I felt his cock jump around in me, then warm juice filling me. He leaned in and bit on my neck, held me tight as he filled me up. It started to leak out around his cock as he tried to bury it deep. I felt squishy and filled. A few more deep thrusts and he stopped, held me there, and let a gush of warm breath flow out across my neck. He leaned back against the bed and balances me on his chest. ******************* We laid there together and I felt his breathing calm. He was still buried inside my squishy, filled hole. He stroked my back and kissed the top of my head as we nodded off. He woke me up some time later. He made the sign for food. I knew he must be starving, but I also knew I couldn't go another minute without spilling everything. I sat up, straddling his stomach with my knees. I reached for the tablet and started to type as he looked up at me with confusion. "I need to tell you some things that happened," I typed. Ali took a breath but nodded. He pulled me down into his side and slid an arm around me. He motioned for me to go ahead. I told him everything. Every way Samir had touched me, seeing him with Ashkan, everything. It was a lot to type. I finished with, "Are you angry with me?" I looked up to see him laughing. I flashed angry eyes at him. "You really have no ability to lie to me! Do you? It's just not something you're built for! That's why I laughed. It's your innocence. I was betting you would spill it all before I got a chance to pleasure you. I love that about you. You hold no secrets from me. I knew what happened. Ashkan is most loyal to me. He cannot hide things from me either. He gave me daily updates. It's why I put you here," Ali said. "You're not mad?" I asked. "At you, of course not. My brother left to come protect you. He had been denied hunting for a few days. I knew I should have sent him for pleasure. He did what he knew he could do without defiling my cub. He is a good boy. He always has good intentions. I hope he didn't offend you," he said. I shook my head no. "We are good," I typed. "But he did tell me that you give me too many choices. He said if I were his he would keep me at home and my only focus would be to take care of him. I don't think I would like that very much." "Well," Ali started with a raised eyebrow, "He is right about the choices. I didn't want to mess up your classes this semester, but for the next round, I'm going to cut back on your time there. I don't want you to not go. It is important to develop your mind. I like a smart cub who can have a conversation about more than shoes and sex. But after all that has happened, I really hate to send you out in the world unescorted. You're safest in my home. I don't worry about you there." "As for Ashkan," Ali continued, "That is something I hoped you would never see. I'm sure it confused you. You are an innocent, simple cub. You will learn that some men prefer things rougher, more primal. It is how they express or receive love. With us it is different. You are more than my cub, you're my baby to protect. You have deeper needs that require love. You are weaker, softer. You need me. I love that about you." "Samir explained it to me. It just makes me sad," I typed. "You cannot judge the preferences of others. There are people who would be sad to know you enjoy me inside you. correct? Does that mean I should keep out of my baby's hole?" Ali always knew what to say. "That's true. I feel so complete when you're inside me. So why did Caleb kneel in front of Samir when he came in? Why didn't he hug me?" I asked. "I told him he could have time with you after I was finished. He needed to see you safe. I needed to see you naked. As for his relationship with Samir. Caleb was in our home while Samir was here with you. Just as you did not leave this hotel, Caleb didn't leave our home. He got to know my family, and he liked us. We can be quite convincing and loveable," Ali leaned into me with pouty lips, wanting a kiss. He took me off to the bath and cleaned me. I fell asleep on his chest in the warm water. I didn't have to worry about dressing for bed, doing things alone, or worrying what Samir would do when he came to bed. My lion was there. He would ensure I was taken care of. I belonged to him now, the deal had been done. Everything else fell away. I rested against his heartbeat knowing it beat only for me. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 08 +-{Part 8}-+ I don't know why it's still this hot at the end of October, but I don't think I'd ever felt a cold day in this country. The sun was blazing away as I made my way out of my last class for the day. Hiding out in Morocco had put me another week behind in my classes. Ali had fixed it all. I magically got notes for what I'd missed and got ridiculously easy makeup quizzes for two classes. I should have just asked for a diploma for the whole four years. I'm sure the great Ali Hamad could make it happen. I sat down at a little table at the base of the building where I could come out when Ali texted to say he was here to pick me up. I hurriedly ate the bag of apple slices he had put in my backpack for a snack. He was getting weird about my eating. I had lost weight when we were in Morocco and more since we got home. He wasn't happy about that. He would argue with me if I didn't eat everything on my plate, but he mostly just looked sad, helpless. He would be upset if he didn't find an empty apple slice bag. A group of Arab boys sat at the table next to me. Four of them, all with the same close cropped beards, muscled chests covered in brand name European designer t-shirts. The tallest one, wearing a Yankees baseball cap stood and stretched. He caught me looking at his nicely developed abs as his shirt lifted up. He smiled and gave me a wink, then pulled up the hem of his shirt and secured it between his teeth. It showed off his stomach and all the way up to his left nipple. I blushed deeply and turned back to my apples. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him let his shirt fall and collapse in a pile of laughs with his friends. I was sure they were laughing at me, probably talking about what a fag I was. But then he slid over to my table. He took an apple slice from my bag and popped it into his mouth. I looked up at him with fear. I didn't want to get my ass kicked. He read my face and his lips turned to a confused smile. He mouthed something. "I'm deaf," I typed into my phone and showed it to him. His smile turned to embarrassed horror. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I just thought you were being a snob when I tried to talk to you so I came over. Sorry bro. I'm not someone who makes fun of disabled people." He was frantically trying to explain. "I'm not disabled. Just can't hear. Sorry for looking at your abs. I just wish mine were like that." "Yeah? Well we should work out together. I could train you. I'm Nabil by the way." He slid in closer to me and put an arm across the back of my chair as he leaned in to type on my phone. He had the smell, the lion scent. It was that mix of sweat and cologne with a surge of innate power. It was the smell of the prowl, the hunt for prey. His body buzzed with it. "I'm Emerson, Emi for short. I'm not supposed to talk to anyone," I typed, feeling suddenly guilty. "Oh," he typed and looked over at me without sliding away. "I knew you were taken. This isn't a popular university of blonde American boys. Who is your owner?" "Ali Hamad," I showed Nabil his picture in my phone. Nabil took it and swiped through the pictures looking at me sitting in Ali's lap, holding on to him in the pool, napping with my head on his chest. "You are loved," he typed, "It doesn't always go that way for guys like you. But I know Ali, he's a good one. He will take care of you. Be well, Emi." He kissed my cheek, took another apple slice, and went back to his friends. ************** So much had happened in the last week. We took a smaller private plane from Morocco since there were four of us and the dog. Kadir had fun roaming around between bored people more likely to pet and play with him. Caleb had made up with Samir, but he was acting really strangely. He signed with me on the flight home to tell me what had happened. Caleb and I went to the front seats while Ali and Samir caught up on work on their laptops together. They both enjoyed the in-flight bartender while we signed together quietly up front. "It's what you said, Emi," Caleb signed to me, "What do we have to go back to in LA? My mindless job? My classes that I can barely afford to take? I can't even pay for Spring semester. No one is looking out for me. Plus I figured out you weren't coming home with me. Your life has changed so much here. Samir is my best shot at that." "That's not right, Caleb," I fumed, "Samir really cares about you. You can't use him for money." "I'm not! I mean he is super hot. We definitely connect. The sex is a little one sided, but he does make me feel good. When you first met Ali, wasn't there some part of you that got turned on at the thought of his money and being taken care of? He put aside a ton of money for you. You're set for life. If I found that in LA it would be with some old freak," Caleb tried to explain. "No! I never thought of Ali's money. It's still not about money. I never asked for him to put away money for me. I didn't ask for these clothes or any of this. I only knew him for a week, banged my head, and woke up completely involved in this life," I insisted. "You fell into Wonderland. You were handed a dream," Caleb mused. "Emi through the looking glass..." "When I saw what they did to protect you," he continued. "I saw what the whole family did to protect you. His father talked with Izem's. Even Zaid offered to give himself for a weekend to Izem. His older brothers who haven't even met you helped by contacting people with information to take Izem out. They really care about their own. You are one of their own." I didn't know all that had happened. I looked back at Ali and caught his eye. He looked up, concerned, but returned my smile when he saw I was just looking. "I was so jealous. No one would ever do that for me, and I had been so mean to Samir. I knew I needed to make it up to him. I want to be here. I can live by his rules. If that's how I get in here, I can do it," Caleb sighed. Samir did forgive him, but their whole dynamic shifted. Caleb became very reserved, wore the clothes Samir selected for him, stayed at his side and looked only at him. Samir seemed to walk a little taller with Caleb subdued... at least for awhile. Caleb didn't have school here so Samir had him taking care of the chores the housekeepers normally did for him. He learned to cook meals specially for Samir, folded his clothes as he liked, and of course took care of his personal needs when Samir was home from work or his own studies. I didn't see him much. ******************** Aside from my conversation with Caleb at the front of the plane, Ali didn't let me out of arm's reach until he dropped me off on campus for my classes. We had spent the two days at home just being together in every possible position. My phone buzzed as I finished the last slice of apple. Ali was outside. I waved goodbye to Nabil as I stood up. He came over and handed me a small slip of paper with his phone number and email. I put it inside my textbook and he gave a little wave and smile as I walked away. I got into the car and he held out his hand. I handed over my phone, wallet, and my empty bag to show I ate the apple slices. He leaned over and kissed me, rubbing the back of my neck gently. He slipped my phone and wallet into his work bag and the empty bag into the little trash bag in the back. He paused for a moment and gave my cheek a second sniff. I worried that he smelled Nabil's lips on me. He cocked his head to the side with an appraising eye. He thought for a second and then leaned in to me and licked my cheek right where Nabil has kissed. My heart was pounding in my ear. It's things like this that really make me think hard about how animal these "lions" might actually be. He pulled back and smiled at me, rubbed my cheek where he'd licked with his thumb, and then pulled my seatbelt over me to buckle it. He pulled out a small bag of raw almonds and handed it to me. I shook my head and waved my hand to say, "No thank you." He pushed it at me insistently, and I knew better than to argue. Two nights before, he had stopped me as we headed to the shower, naked and sleepy. He turned me to face the mirror, my pale, thin body looked so small in front of his muscled, dark frame. I moved to cover my dick with my hands as a deep blush spread over my cheeks. I knew he didn't care about my small size, but being naked next to him was severely humbling. He traced his hands over my chest, my sides, pointing out the ribs showing. He looked sad, troubled. "So small, little cub," he said to the tablet, "You have to eat, my love. I almost lost you once and that was when we'd just met. Now my heart is yours completely. If you waste away to nothing, it will die with you. So I give up, ok? You win if it means filling your empty tummy. What does my cub want to eat? What is Emi's favorite meal?" I thought about it for a half second. The one thing I really missed from America is, "Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. With grape jelly, please. Not some weird Arabic toe jelly." "You think we eat jelly from the toes?" Ali typed with a fake scowl and raised brow. I nodded my head yes with a serious look until he came towards me with a tickle attack. He texted someone on his phone and then pushed me towards the shower. He washed me gently. These days he acted as though I would break if he was too firm or rough with me. We took our time under the hot water, kissing, touching. His beard scratched against my cheek and neck as his soapy finger worked inside me. He was preparing me for where I knew the night would lead us. That was the one area where his drive preceded his caution. He would take what was his. We finished and dried off. He put me in kid print pajamas. He stepped into a pair of jogger shorts, and wrestled his dick into the front. He splashed on dabs of his cologne, and then led me back out towards the kitchen. Sure enough, right on the counter was a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and some cold grape jelly. There really wasn't anything he couldn't make happen. I turned to him with a smile as my eyes doubled in size. I gave a little jump and he reached for me and lifted me up to set me on the counter. He got a plate out and knife. I showed him how to put it together correctly. Not too much jelly, spread it evenly. I actually like crust, so I didn't cut off the edges. But a good PBJ must be cut diagonally! I was showing him every step and pretending to talk as I pointed things out and flapped my lips soundlessly like a puppet. I used hands, expressions, motions to show what I meant and he was getting really expert at interpreting my body moves into communication. He wanted me to eat, but I insisted that he have one with me. He looked leery of it, but gave me a shrug and signed, "OK." He loves that sign because he says it makes him look gangster when he does it. He sat up on the counter behind me and pulled me onto his lap. I leaned back against his bare skin, the lightly furred muscled mass that comforted me. His hard nipples pushed into my shoulder blades and I felt his warm, reassuring breath against my neck. I melted into his arms. He reached over me to put his hands over mine as I made his sandwich. It was like he was trying to learn some technical craft. I think he was just being silly and wanted to hold me. I'm always ok with that. I finished his sandwich and cut it diagonally. I raised half of it up and behind me, turning to watch as he took a bite. He chewed it thoughtfully with pursed lips and one raised brow, evaluating its merits. He gave a "Not bad" shrug, and then picked up half and fed it to me. That was his real mission here. His arms enfolded me like his child as he pushed the bread past my lips. It wasn't exactly right, but i'm sure it was the products. One of the things about being out of the country is that nothing tastes just right. America is it's own planet. Ketchup here was more tomatoey and watery. Soda tasted awkward and more sugary. It's why I just stayed away from things I'd liked back home and tried to find things here that I liked from their palate. Suddenly, it triggered memories from being a kid, before my mom passed. Hers was one of the few voices I remember hearing before my ears stopped working. She was always singing. Who knew a certain food could bring back a flood. Ali's hand on my jaw brought me out of my thoughts as he turned my face towards him. He looked at me quizzically and held the sandwich to my lips. "You don't like it? My little cub is sad," he typed after he set down the sandwich and brought out his phone. "No, it's great. It just brought back memories... of my mom and... bad stuff." I typed out what I was thinking as he put the sandwich to my lips insistently. I took bites to make him happy. I still wasn't hungry. "I know, little cub, I read the medical file and police report on how you lost your hearing. Your mother's boyfriend was a very bad man. I had an investigator look up what happened to him after he was released from jail. He died in a fight at a bar. He got what he deserved for hurting you. If he weren't already dead I would have had him taken out." "And then the rest of your family. Rejecting you because you had health needs they didn't want to deal with," he continued, "How could they do that? Who could push you away? You are right to be angry." "I'm not angry. What does anger help? I have a good life. I have you. You can't live life looking backwards, you have to move forward," I typed. "Always forward... You are forward." *************** We finished up and brushed our teeth before settling into bed. I put my head on his chest and smelled his cologne, heard his heart beating against my ear. He put his arms around me and I slid a hand down over his bulge. The beast was asleep, but none less huge. I felt him kiss the top of my head and his hand reached down to cover mine as it slowly awakened his cock. He pulled me up to meet his lips. His tongue pushed past them as he set me down on his lap. My bottom rubbed up against his now pitched tent. It poked at me and he sat up, pulling me up with him. He kissed me deeply as his hands went up the back of my shirt to lift it up and off of me. We broke our kiss momentarily as my shirt passed my head. He flung it to the floor and pushed me into his chest. His lips found mine again as I reached back and pushed his shorts down. His cock flipped up angrily against my back. I leaned into him, inhaling his cologne as he nibbled down my neck. I reached back again to stroke his cock. It was so hard and full, about to burst in my hand. He grabbed my hand and took it off of him. He lifted me up to stand, straddling him. His hands peeled my pajama pants and briefs down and my cock sprang free, inches from his nose. He leaned up and kissed the tip, still not interested in sucking me. I stepped out of my clothes and he tossed them and then turned me around to go for what he desired. He bent me over and laid back against the bed, pulling my ass up to his face. I felt him roughly spread my cheeks and then his tongue entered me. "Uhh Ahh!" I moaned as he pushed his tongue inside me. His hand found the back of my head and he pushed me face first towards his cock. It hit my tightly closed lips and he kept pushing until I opened with a "pop." His cock slid into my mouth as his tongue filled my other hole. Soon enough it would be the other way around. I sucked on him, bouncing my head as his cock pushed towards my throat, his tongue working deeper into me. I felt my hole twitch and my body jerked a little as he slurped circles and stretched my hole. "Ahh Fuhh," I was mumbling like an idiot as his tongue was replaced by a lubed finger. He slid one in and soon tried a second. It was tight, but he had worked on me earlier. I felt warm waves roll over me, my stomach fluttered with butterflies as he pushed roughly inside me. He found the pleasure points, playing my chute like a master flautist. He always made beautiful music flow through me. I wrestled his cock with my tongue, gagging on it when he pushed in too deeply. He loved the sensation though and kept pushing again and again as my throat spasmed around his tip. Spit leaked down his shaft as my nose touched his heavy, furry nuts. We worked up a rhythm of him pushing into me three times and then deeply on the fourth. I gagged, pulled away, but he kept his hand on the back of my head, never allowing me off his cock completely. I was his to train and he wasn't going to let me give up. My throat was raw as he kept it up and eventually it grew accustomed to his massive pole. And then it started to feel right. He pushed in quickly, deeply, and I didn't gag. I just held there, feeling it nudge against the back of my throat. My nose was buried between his balls. They were coated in my spit, a hair tickled my nostril. I inhaled the almond scent of the new soap he was using mixed with fresh sweat. He held my head there, grinding into me. He had three fingers in my hole. With all my mouth action, I hadn't felt him slip in the third one, but I definitely felt knuckles against my cheeks. The fingers of the hand holding down the back of my head began to intertwine with my hair. He grabbed a chunk of it and lifted me up off his cock. His other fingers slid out of my hole. He let me up and grabbed a small towel from the bedside table to wipe the lube off his fingers. He reached for the bottle of lube and I knew it was time for his lion's cock to train my other hole. I reached for the bottle and he handed it to me with a shrug, amused that I would trust my slicking up to anyone but him. I turned and poured some over the tip of his cock, using my hand to slick it up. I pumped it a few times, giving him an imploring smile and nod to indicate I needed it. He bit his lip with a smile and raised his left eyebrow a few times, mouthing, "Yeah baby?" I nodded and gave pouty eyes and he sat up and kissed me. His hands grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up. He put me chest down against the bed and I grabbed for the towel to wipe my slick fingers. He had never taken me from behind. I crawled up the bed and hugged a pillow as he hovered over me. He put a hand into the center of my back and pushed me down against the mattress. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and then his lips. A hand came up and wrapped around my neck, turning my face to the side to look back up at him. He smiled gently at me and his lips found mine in an awkward kiss as his other hand pushed the tip of his cock against my hole. He slid into me slowly. I raised my hips off the bed to get more, but he was taking his time. He was so hard and there was so much of it. I didn't know how I would ever take it all, but I pushed back greedily, needing my lion to fill his cub. He kissed me and rubbed my chest, tweeking my nipples as he pushed more into me. He did it painfully slow, allowing my hole to stretch and accommodate him. His daddy mode was struggling with his lion needing to get in me but safely, protectively. "Uh Fuh Yeah!" I mumbled into his lips as I felt him slide in the thicker part of his shaft where it bulbed out in the middle. I felt his lips give a laugh at my delirious state. He knew he had control over my pleasure, knew he could bring me to happy better than I could ever do myself. He slipped a finger past my lips as he slid in deeper. I wondered how much farther he had to go. He rested for a moment as I sucked on his finger like a pacifier. His teeth nibbled at my earlobe as his hot, lustfilled breath blushed my cheek. No longer able to hold off, he started to slowly slide out of me, just an inch or so. He held it there and then slowly wormed back in, brushing against my pleasure points. His chest rubbed against my back, his sweat pouring over me. His body heated up so much when he fucked me. It warmed me in the cold room. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 08 "Fuh Ee Dah-ee," I voiced around his finger playing with my tongue. A wide grin filled his face. He was proud of his cub. He was ready to seed me. He nodded and kissed my cheek and then started to fuck me. He slid in and pulled out, doing pushups with his hands planted against the sheets on either side of my small frame. His lips found mine as he started to drill me. "Fuh Yah! Uhh!" I begged, knowing how much he loved when I talked. It turned his lips from gentle smile into a lust-filled "O." He started pounding me into the bed, hammering me solidly. His sweat dripped down over me as I squirmed beneath him. I kept turning my face to the pillow, needing to bite something. He didn't like that. He grabbed my cheek and turned me back to face him. It strained my neck, but he always said he needed to see me, needed to gauge my safety. It was the way he kept his lion from destroying its prey. "Fuh Uhhh Ahh," I felt my cock tense up as the massive meat filled me and pushed my own cum up towards explosion. His cock filled me so tightly that it touched and massaged every point of pleasure in my hole. I was made for him and when he was inside me it made every sensory point buzz with electricity. My cock leaked a steady pool of precum on the sheets as it rubbed against them every time he pushed into me. "I cum," I said, my throat raw and dry. He nodded and kissed his consent on my cheek as I ruined an expensive pair of sheets with my day's worth of cub juice. My body tensed and my stomach knotted as I shot in rhythm with his fucking. He was ramming me harder now as I grabbed at the pillow, biting the corner of it and mumbling nonsense. "Uh Ah OH UHHHH!" I screamed as he pushed deep into me. It hurt, but my body was lost in orgasm as my cock bumped along the bed coating my tummy with spunk. I felt my heart pounding in my ear as his chest came down against me and squished me hard against the bed. "UHHHH" I felt his breath escape over my ear then he put his teeth against my neck. I felt him tense up over me, pushing me down hard as he started to squirt inside me. He growled so deeply that I felt the vibrations deep in his chest against my back as he slid his arms under me and pulled me back against him. He squeezed the breath out of me with his muscled arms. I was sucking without anywhere for the air to go. He buried his cock in me, his balls slapping against my thighs. He filled me with his seed, driving it to places it could never escape. "Ahhhh!" I tried to scream, but not much came out. I felt light headed. Two more strokes into me and then he collapsed. He finally rolled over, pulling me with him, his cock still planted in me. His arms eased up though and I started coughing, choking as air filled me too quickly. I sat up on his cock. It hurt like fire, but I was breathing so heavily, hyperventilating. He quickly sat up, sensing something was wrong. He lifted me off his cock too quickly causing a shot of pain through my ass. "AHH!" I screamed from the pain and then gasped for air. He turned me to face him and his eyes turned to concern. He rubbed my back gently, pushing my face into his chest. He held me there and I felt his heart beat, his breathing slowing. I focused on it, trying to match him. I calmed down on his chest. It always made me sleepy. He rubbed my back soothingly, breathing softly against my hair. I closed my eyes and laid against him. He stood up and held me against him, balancing me on one arm. His free hand tore the sheets off the bed. He flung them towards the door and they landed in a sweaty, cum-filled pile. He typed something into his phone and laid it down by the bedside table. He carried me off to the bathroom again and closed the door. Setting me on the counter on my knees, he looked at my hole in the mirror. I looked back too. It was ok, nothing wrong, just the shock of going too fast. He swatted my bottom playfully and I raised up to kiss him. We took a quick shower and then he set me back up on the counter. He took a tube of something from a medicine kit. He put on one rubber glove and then squeezed out a length of white gel onto his covered finger. He rubbed it over my hole and the hurting stopped. It spread this warm sensation inside me and everything felt nicely numb. He looked at me questioningly and signed, "better?" I nodded and he kissed me, tossed the glove in the trash can and went to get us fresh clothes. We came out to find the bed with fresh sheets. They were warm, fresh from the dryer and felt good against my cold skin as we climbed into bed. I settled into his chest and went straight to sleep. ************ Since we came home from Morocco I'd had a flurry of bad nightmares which contributed to my lack of appetite. On some weird level my body thought it could get small enough to fit in his pocket and be safe forever. I woke up in Ali's arms and I would raise myself up to stare at his face, make sure it was really him. It freaked him out to wake up with me an inch from his nose, staring at him like a crazed ghost. He'd jump, but then hold me to his chest and kiss me. He'd rub my back until I fell back asleep. Over the next week he insisted on me finishing my snacks and meals. My normal grilled chicken salad was swapped for smaller portions of his meals. It felt weird eating steak and other non-chicken meat. My body wasn't used to it. ************* Thursday meant the weekend started for us. We had dinner in the big house with the family. I hadn't seen Caleb at all that week. Samir had kept him busy with training and I was busy with schoolwork. Ali had on dark pants with a long-sleeved white t-shirt that was semi transparent. It showed his impressive muscles and his dark nipples peeked through the thin material. He put me in a small red polo shirt tucked in to khaki pants. We ate in the large dining room with all of us together. Dr. Hamad was there with some guy I didn't know who was about his age. Samir sat next to Ali with Caleb sitting silently at his side. He looked over at me with a smile and we got to sign back and forth a little until Ali put a fork in my hand and insisted I begin working on the full plate in front of me. Ali's younger brother Zaid was there with his two boyfriends or boy friends. I wasn't sure what they were to him, but they were bulky, handsome Arab boys who bookended Zaid's skinny frame. I watched him for awhile. He rarely ever looked at me. In between mouthfuls of their large portions, the boys would take turns talking and laughing with Zaid. They looked at him with adoring eyes, trying to outdo each other for his attention. It was a very strange dynamic. But as Ali had pointed out to me, what seems right to me isn't right to others. I kept remembering that, still I wondered how they worked things out. Zaid definitely wasn't the pride of Dr. Hamad. He rarely paid much attention to him, preferring to lavish his approval and attention on Ali, Samir, and maybe the two older brothers who lived far away. But it didn't seem to matter to Zaid. He had his own path away from the family. Other than entertaining myself by thoughts of Ali's brother, I didn't get much out of family dinner night. Ali didn't put on the little voice to text app for me and Caleb was sitting dutifully silent at Samir's side. I was out of the loop. I finished enough of my plate to get an approving nod from Ali. I put my head against his shoulder and he put an arm around me as he sipped wine and laughed with everyone. I was just about to nod off against Ali's chest when Caleb started flailing his arms at me to get my attention. "Party!" he signed excitedly when I looked at him. "Halloween party! tomorrow! night! fun! costumes! yay!" Each sign was punctuated with an excited expression. He was desperate to get out of the house. I looked at Ali for confirmation and he nodded. "He says he has selected a costume for you already, you'll find out tomorrow," Caleb translated. ********** Friday morning I woke up excited. Ali was still asleep and holding me tightly to his chest. I arched my neck to look up at him. He was knocked out, deep in dreams. I reached down and put my hand in his shorts. His cock was soft, but no less impressive. Sometimes on quiet mornings like this it fully hit me just how impressive his is. I let my fingers explore his pubes. He kept them trimmed a little, but was definitely proud of being male. He slept for another hour as I alternated between cat naps and touching him. By the time he did wake up, he was fully hard and not sure how he got there. He kissed me and then let me suck on him. I tried taking him into my throat again. I wanted to keep practicing, get good for him. I wanted to make him proud. I practiced until he squirted my reward down my throat. He pulled me back up to his chest, rubbed my back and kissed me. We fell back asleep for another hour or so. That afternoon, Ali's stylist came over to get us ready for the party. Ali and Samir dressed in matching LA Dodgers baseball uniforms. They had the full setup down to the jockstraps and black paint under their eyes. The uniforms were skin tight, showing every bulge of muscle and manhood. I got hard just looking at Ali as he stepped out of the bathroom to show me. He looked so natural in it. I was dying to bounce in his lap. Next up, the stylist did me and Caleb. He painted out face with pink noses and whiskers. We each got a white facemask that covered around our eyes. He put us in tight white t-shirts and short white leather shorts with white puffy tails in the center of our bottoms. He tied on white bow ties around our necks and then secured white bunny ears on top of our heads. We put on some white leather slip on shoes. He finished us off with a little glitter on our cheeks. We looked at each other in the mirror. caleb signed, "Twins! Rabbit Twins!" I was surprised Ali would let us out showing so much skin, but he gave a very adoring smile when he saw us. "My baby," he mouthed and picked me up into his arms. ********** I understood his costume choice when we got to the party. The Lions were all in sports gear. Soccer, baseball, football, there was even some sports I didn't know (cricket?) represented. The cubs at the party were dressed as puppies, kittens, there was even a boy in his early 20's wearing a tight pair of tiny green briefs with a shell strapped to his back. Who sexualizes a turtle? It was freezing cold in the massive house where the party was held. It was designed that way to keep the scantily clad cubs clinging closely to their lions. We made our way through the crowd and out towards the back deck. There were lots of eyes on us as we were led to a table. Ali was very popular, everyone knew and liked him. Seeing him with his cub brought many stares my way. Aside the pool was a plastic lined pit filled with what looked like a massive amount of orange jello. Two slightly muscled white boys with blonde spikes were wrestling each other completely naked. They were trying to shove the jello into each other's mouths or asses. They were both rock hard though their cocks weren't impressive by arab standards. It was a weird scene. A few older arab men were standing around them talking and pointing at them. The arab man in the middle, a tall strong ox in his early 40's held a hand out and they stopped fighting. They crawled over towards him and got up on their knees in front of him. He said something to them and they started kissing each other. Ali turned my face away from the scene and shook his head disapprovingly. He didn't like me seeing such things, thought it would corrupt me. I caught the eye of one cub dressed as a puppy with no mask on. He had the floppy ears and a few spots painted on his pale white cheek. He was bare-chested, hairless, and wearing a brown furry thong. His black hair contrasted sharply to his pale skin. He looked half vampire. He was with an older darker lion, maybe 40 something. He split his stare between my face and Ali's. He smiled at Ali and raised his hand in a wave. I looked at Ali who was waving and smiling with a hint of blushing. Jealousy stabbed me in the stomach and I instantly pictured the two of them in the bathroom at a party. Ali bending him over the counter and riding him roughly and dropping a load inside him while the cub's lion was outside. Ali caught me glaring at him and gave me a confused smile. He leaned down and kissed me, ignoring my jealous state. Ali signed, "Old friend," he signed and gave me a kiss. The guys ordered strong drinks for themselves and gave us juices with soda water. Ali took me around to meet some of his business contacts. I didn't get any of the information they were speaking to me, I just nodded happily and looked around the room. Ali held me in front of him with his arms across my chest. As we went through the crowd, I caught sight of Nabil! I waved excitedly and he came over wearing blue soccer shorts and a blue, tight jersey shirt. He had on blue socks that went up over his knees. I waved hi and then realized I had no way of communicating with him. Ali pulled me back against his chest and reached in front of me to shake Nabil's hand. His other arm held tightly across my chest like a seatbelt when someone slams on the brakes. They talked back and forth for a minute. I don't know what was said. Nabil looked so handsome. He had Ali's way of always smiling and looking directly into someone's soul. I could feel Ali's tension as he probably probed Nabil to find out how and why he seemed to know me. Nabil finally walked away but then turned back to me and gave a wink. He made the "Call me" sign with his fist over his ear. Ali turned me and went in the opposite direction to talk to some other business friend. I knew he would demand an explanation later. And then my heart dropped, I swore I saw Izem. My heart stopped beating and I froze, clinging to Ali's protective hold. I had only seen him once at the juice bar at the resort, but he had dominated my nightmares. Light skin, black hair, large brown eyes that stared me down. He was maybe 5 feet from me, talking to someone and just out of Ali's sight. I raised my eye mask to get a clear look. He gave me a wink and nod before disappearing. I tugged on Ali's shirt. His hand covered mine, but he didn't look away from the business friend with whom he was speaking. I tugged again, with urgency. He looked down at me, annoyed. I pointed to where I had seen Izem. "He!" I said, but Ali turned, saw no one, and didn't know what I was talking about. I rooted in his pocket and pulled out his phone and typed what I had seen. He read it and snapped his head up, scanned the room and then gave me a dismissive smile. "Must have been seeing things. I don't think he would show up here. He and the host are bitter rivals. He wouldn't." Ali assured both himself and me. We made our way back to Samir and Caleb on the deck. Caleb signed excitedly that a famous DJ was here tonight. He spoke with Ali and then signed that Ali knew him and would introduce them. Caleb was glowing. I stayed with Samir who was sipping another drink and playing with his phone. He pulled me down to his lap and from the way he held me and stroked my tummy I think he thought I was Caleb. I pushed his drink across the table. He didn't need more. Ali led Caleb, my bunny twin, away by the hand. They headed towards the stage behind the pool where the thumping originated. I saw Izem again. He had a face mask on now, but I was sure it was him. He was dressed in a hockey uniform. I shrank down in Samir's embrace. He kissed my neck while lost in the game on his phone. Izem didn't look at me though. His eyes followed Caleb as Ali led him onto the stage. A tall man in a yellow t-shirt was coming towards them with a smile. Izem said something to a man dressed in camouflage and then turned and left. Ali came back a few minutes later and I jumped up at him with a worried look. "What troubles my bunny?" He typed and played with the rabbit ears atop my head, "not enjoying the party?" "He is here! I saw him again! We have to go please!" I typed frantically. He sighed, "This was supposed to be fun for you, little bunny. I guess you're not ready to be out yet. Don't you want to dance? We haven't even eaten yet. I won't leave your side again, ok? You have nothing to fear in my arms. I promise. Besides, Caleb is having a lot of fun." "Where's Caleb?" I suddenly realized he didn't return with Ali. "The DJ is showing him some of his new stuff. He's fine, little bunny. Nothing to worry about," Ali assured me like I was mental. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. Ali started talking with Samir who sat up, looking hazy but happy. I craned my neck to see the stage. I needed to see bunny ears bouncing happily to know Caleb was fine. I saw the DJ walk out with a microphone and say something. It got the crowd's attention. Caleb wasn't with him. I tugged on Ali again and pointed to him. I signed, "Where Caleb? Not there!" At that point Ali stood up and then Samir did too. They both looked around and then Samir opened his mouth very wide like he was yelling for Caleb. Ali pulled me by the hand and we went toward the stage to look for him. I looked at every face I could see. I didn't see the hockey player and I didn't see Caleb. My heart skipped a beat as I pieced it together. He was gone. They both were. We looked the same and with the mask and face paint only Ali could tell us apart. "CALEB!" I yelled until my throat hurt. People were staring at me. Ali pulled me to the stage and grabbed the microphone from the DJ. He had them turn on the lights and he pointed towards me to show the crowd what Caleb looked like. Samir was turning in circles, trying to come out of his alcohol fog and find his boy. Every bodyguard at the party went into action. They may have been keeping an eye out for Caleb, but their main concern was on protecting the remaining cubs. If one could be taken, none were safe. Ali picked me up into his chest and held me tighter than he ever had before. All I could think of is what I would tell his parents. They would blame me. They had always been so kind to me. How could I repay it with losing their son, my best friend? Emerson and the Lion Ch. 09 Ali had sent me home with a trusted friend whom I did not know. He seemed nice enough and I sat between him and his cub, a tall, pale, brown-haired boy a few years older than me. We raced home though I couldn't see much through the dark windows. Dr. Hamad was waiting for me when the SUV pulled up to the front of Ali's family home. The lion in charge of taking me home lifted me up onto his lap as the car stopped. He stepped out of the car and passed me to Dr. Hamad's waiting arms. I was greeted with an oddly adoring smile from him that didn't fit the circumstances. I flung my arms around his neck, needing to be close to Ali's blood line, my comfort and protection. He pulled me up into his chest just like Ali always did. Dr. Hamad may be older, but the family's strength training lifestyle had originated with him. He hugged me to his chest as I nuzzled my chin against his shoulder, my nose into his neck. He set me on my feet and then stroked my back, I felt him breathing comfortable words against my ear. I didn't turn to see the SUV pull away, but Dr. Hamad paused there for a minute most likely exchanging words with the lion who'd brought me home. And then, after a wave goodbye to the men, he guided my whimpering frame into the house like a sleepy child. I suddenly realized I was in still dressed in the bunny costume. I'm sure that was why Dr. Hamad had given me that look like he'd just watched a kitten climbing out of a tea cup. He took me up to Ali's boyhood room. He pushed me away from his face and started talking. I sniffed back tears and shook my head to remind him that I was deaf. I looked down and saw Kadir pad in behind us with an expectant panting. "Oh!" he mouthed with shock and then shook his head with a laugh. He held out his hand for me to wait here by the bed. He patted my head with a smile. I nodded and he left the room, closing the door behind him. My mind reeled with what had happened with Caleb. I knew they were out searching for him furiously, but Ali's things suddenly seemed like a welcome distraction. I hadn't really spent time in there, but Ali let me peek in once before. It could have belonged to any American teenage jock, the kind of boy who'd either ignored or bullied me through my grade school years. I could never imagine being in a room like this, much less having it belong to my love, my owner, my lion. Shelves lined with pictures, trophies, awards, it was a shrine to Ali's legacy. I looked through the frames of his teenage year pictures. He was always surrounded by guys of equal height and strength. There was not a single girl in any of them. He was always in the center, the idol, the leader of the pack. I fingered his trophies. They were in Arabic, but the little figurines represented a wrestler, a soccer player, and some sport I didn't recognize, the man holding a long flat stick towards the ground. I wandered over to a chest of drawers. It was tall and sturdy dark wood. I didn't worry about Dr. Hamad finding me snooping. He had told me to wait in the room, not to avoid looking through his son's things. The top drawer was socks and boxers neatly folded in expectation of a boy who would never return to claim them. They hardly looked worn, and the styles seemed to belong to a version of Ali forgotten long before I'd met him. They were all very colorful and youthful, different from the solid colored more mature styles he usually wore with me. I took one bright neon orange jockstrap and folded it, setting it on top of the dresser. The next drawer was old t-shirts. They were all too big for me. As he'd told me before, he hadn't been my size since he'd hit puberty. I took the smallest, a worn red t-shirt with a NY Yankees logo on the front. I changed out of the costume shirt and slipped it on over my head. I left the bunny ears on top of the chest. The lowest drawer was pajamas. It made sense to me that his clothes would be organized in the order in which he dressed. Military-like organization was something Ali must have been born with. I found a small pair of pajama pants, blue flannel, well-worn. They must have been his favorites. I slipped off the little bunny shorts and put them on, feeling myself warm up in his aura. I slipped the jock into the pocket of the pants for later use. Dr. Hamad returned and found me looking through photo albums. He saw I had changed out of the costume. He nodded his head approvingly, but then took the bunny ear headband from the top of the chest and settled it back into my hair. He gave me a smile and a kiss on the forehead. He didn't seem the least bit anxious about the situation. He was holding his tablet and invited me over to the bed with a gesture of his hand. I turned to see him closing the door. Before he did, I caught sight of a bodyguard poised at the door. I swallowed back the anxiety and followed him to the bed. He stretched out and patted his chest for my head. I snuggled into his side and he slipped an arm around me as my head rested on his heartbeat. "I know you're worried, but I just talked to Ali. Izem does have him. The boys will retrieve him soon. The police are en route." Dr. Hamad typed. "What can we do? He's my best friend. If anything happened to him. I don't even know what I'd tell his parents. I was supposed to keep him safe here." I replied. "It is our job to watch over the guests and cubs. Not yours. This is not your fault. Trust me that he will not be harmed much. Izem is impetuous. I have already spoken with his father. I'm sure Izem just meant to take you and give us a scare. He will be dealt with sharply. There is nothing to worry about. The boys have always fought for top dog. It is what your people would call a prank." Dr. Hamad assured. "A prank? I don't think Caleb will think that. He is probably scared to death! How can you say it is a prank? He's a human being this is kidnapping!" I was getting angry and forgetting that I was speaking to the patriarch of the family. "Technically, it isn't. In this country, cubs like you and Caleb are legally classified as property. You are Ali's to protect, and he loves you very much. You are the cub of my child so of course I would do anything to protect you. But legally Izem will be charged with property theft if it comes to that." Dr. Hamad typed. "I am property?" I asked as that word pounded in my brain in swift repetitions. His arm pulled me in closer as he read it. "No, sweet one. To Ali, you are everything. You are his baby. To me, you are my youngest child, so young and fragile, the cub of my cub. You are just as important as my own children. I would protect you like my own flesh. But to the law... it is considered theft. You and Caleb are not citizens... not native sons of Satra," Dr. Hamad typed with shame. "Theft?? Is that a joke?? What the" I started to type, but Dr. Hamad took back the tablet. "You are getting too excited. I am going to give you something to calm you. Your lion is out bringing back the cub, and this matter will be settled out of your sight. This is too much for you to comprehend and there is no need to get emotional. Your friend will be safe. You have my word. Go in there and take a shower, get ready for bed," Dr. Hamad took the tablet with him and left again as I padded off to Ali's old bathroom. Afterwards, I put back on the clothes I had taken from his drawers. I curled up around the pillow and Kadir came to nuzzle my neck. I pet him and felt guilt for speaking harshly to Dr. Hamad. He came back with a pill and some juice for me. "Sorry," I signed when I saw him and sat up. He just shook his head like it was ok and I was just some emotional box with a giant stamp across it reading "fragile." *************** I woke up later in a different room and a much larger bed. I felt fingers drumming on my forehead lightly. I followed the arm they were attached to up to see Zaid, Ali's next youngest brother, smiling down at me. The pill Dr. Hamad gave me had knocked me out cold and I still felt very happy, peaceful, dreamy. Zaid shoved his phone in front of my eyes, but it was too blurry to read. I shook my head no and started to sit up. I felt an arm slide across my back and he lifted me up to rest my back against his chest. He wasn't too terribly larger than me, but his size belied his strength. I felt a warm heart beating against my back. He showed me his phone again, this time with larger and thicker font. "It's my turn to babysit you. How are you feeling?" It read. "Good, good, good, good, zoom-zoom," was what my fingers typed for a response. He laughed as he read it. I felt his chest shake lightly behind me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead with a wink. I wasn't sure why he was being so friendly since he'd never so much as looked in my direction. "You are drugged up! Such a lightweight little cub. My boys can take two of those and still pleasure me like beasts." He waved a hand towards the other side of the room and I saw his two boyfriends sitting on the couch. They were large, muscled guys wearing matching pink tank tops that hugged their muscles firmly and small black workout shorts. They were both playing on their phones, likely awaiting Zaid's attention. Zaid was shirtless and I looked down to see a pair of baggy red-black plaid boxers slung low enough to expose a pink waistband of briefs. He had on red soccer socks that came up to his knees and showed impressive calf muscles. His chest was hairless, but toned with a chiseled petite six-pack of abs that built a brick wall up to his developed pecs. I was nestled into his warm armpit with my head resting on his shoulder. "I am not used to pills. Ali keeps me on protein shakes and natural vegetable supplements mostly," I admitted, more information that he wanted. "He certainly likes to keep his cub clean and compliant. My boys are strong, army men. They can handle much more," Zaid beamed as he showed me what he'd written. "Where is Ali? Is he here?" I suddenly snapped to the reality of the situation. "Where am I? Is Caleb back?" "Calm, little cub. You're in my room. It is very late. If Ali were here, you would be in your own bed. Do you think he would ever let you out of his arms after what has happened?" Zaid looked at me like observing an idiot in his natural habitat. For some odd reason I turned to his chest and sniffed his cologne. It wasn't feminine, but not Ali's strength either. He smiled when I did that. "Can I ask the story of why you have two lions?" I typed, feeling emboldened by my medicated state. "I have two cubs. I am the lion. Subduing two strong men doesn't make me weak. They are just as compliant and obedient as you are, maybe more. Ali lets you speak too freely. These are my cubs," Zaid seemed. "But they are so... strong. Army men, right? So there are three lions sleeping together?" I was confused. Zaid laughed as he read and then typed, "You really don't understand, do you? Watch." Zaid lifted his head towards his boys and said something. They look confused, but stood. One was slightly taller, maybe half an inch. He turned to the other and put his hands on the straps of the tank top the other was wearing. He pulled his hands firmly away from each other and the shirt began to tear in half. He ripped it completely and slid it off. The other one repeated the action on the taller boy. They then turned, bare-chested towards Zaid with expectant looks to see if their lion was pleased. He said something else and they looked slightly puzzled, but then reached their hands down to push off their black workout shorts in unison. They stood before us in matching pink briefs with ample bulges that were beginning to thicken in expectation of where this would lead. Zaid gave another direction and I saw their hands go to the waistbands of their briefs. I put a hand up to show that I understood and they paused, looking to Zaid for further instructions. "Sure you don't want to see more? They do enjoy each others' bodies quite well. They enjoy being directed," Zaid said proudly. "But don't they like to um, you know, put it inside you? Doesn't that make you feel weak?" I asked. "Such a simple mind you have. I can see Ali's deep attraction to you. Your world is very small, very black and white, man and boy, top and bottom. I enjoy them inside me, it is my pleasure. Sometimes my pleasure comes from being inside of them. It is whatever pleases me... They used to be lions, proud men. I plucked them out of the military. They were warriors, but aimless. They would have settled in with a wife and ten kids. I saved them. They are loyal to me. They do as they are told and I protect them from their capricious nature. They are my cubs." "But Ali says a man gives, a boy receives," I said more than I should have. "I have plenty to "give" and if I didn't think Ali would be offended, I would whip it out and show you I have ample supply," Zaid grabbed at his bulge, his boys looked over anxiously. "And yet Ali," he typed, "a warrior man, chose to subdue a small, fragile, handicapped, American boy who clings to his chest like an infant. While I have two strong warriors at my fingers. Does this make him more masculine to choose such easy, simple prey?" Zaid seemed hurt, but still hugged me to his side protectively. "I'm not handicapped. I'm deaf. I... I didn't mean to offend you... Ali said I can't judge other people's lives because they don't mirror my own," I typed hesitantly. "Ali is correct. You have much to learn and yet he shields you from it. He keeps you simple like a pet. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings either. I didn't mean you were handicapped in a bad way, like mental or something... But you quote him like his word is the Quran. Do you have thoughts of your own? You hold him in such high esteem." Zaid typed. "I have thoughts... I just. I..." I didn't know how to answer that or defend myself or defend him. "It's ok, little cub. I don't want you to have to think too much. It might hurt your brain. I know he loves you deeply. My brother has good intentions with you. He means well for you. He means for you to be his lifelong cub. I've never seen him so protective of anyone, so weak with anyone," Zaid typed. "Weak? Ali weak? No way. He is the most powerful man I've ever seen. I am the weak one. I don't know what he sees in me," I laughed at the suggestion, but felt sad when I completed my thought. "You hold his heart. You hold his power. You don't realize it, do you? You have power. He went through a long time of having a different guy every night, sometimes two or three. He even had my boys one night when he was lonely and I was traveling. He was lost, missing that thing to hold his heart. You were that missing piece for him... " Zaid let out a deep breath as he finished typing. "A different guy every night?" I typed out and felt my heart wrench. I flashed to a scene in my head of Ali bouncing his cock into a flipbook of holes. Dark, light, furry, smooth, muscled, twinkish, reddish, pinkish, my brain bounced between them, each picture putting a knife into my heart. "Well... yeah. I mean you didn't think he was a virgin did you? Didn't you have sex with someone before him? You were a virgin?" Zaid thought I was being dumb again. "No. I didn't. He was my first. I mean I knew I wasn't his first, he's so good at it and makes me feel so... er that's inappropriate to talk about with you I guess. but... the things we do together feel like no one has ever done them before... you know?" I said with increasing sadness. "Yeah, I do know. It's called love. Choice led him to a silent, fragile virgin. Love let you overlook his obvious experience. Love demands he does unreasonable things to protect you. Your love makes him go out in the middle of the night to search for your friend. Yes, you do have power... " Zaid pulled me in closer to him. I turned into him so my cheek was on his chest. He smiled down at me. His chest, though small like my own, was powerful like a younger Ali. I watched his belly button rise and fall with his breathing. I closed my eyes against his chest, feeling the sleepiness from the pill again. He stroked me slowly and I felt his hand wander down to cup my bottom like Samir had liked to do. These Hamad boys certainly felt free to explore each other's cubs. I wondered what Ali had looked like when he fucked Zaid's cubs and why Zaid had shared them so freely. Would Ali share me? ********* I woke up with the sunrise. Ali had me balanced on his chest hugging me to him. My mouth rested against his bare shoulder. His flesh tasted salty with sweat, but warm, so warm. He was carrying me into our little house. I kept still to keep the illusion that he had successfully transported me without waking me. I knew that was important to him and he needed a win right now. He laid me gently down on the bed and I opened my eyes to see him lumber off towards the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts. I had somehow gotten a full night's sleep and I wondered where Caleb was. But I knew that if he was here then so was Caleb. He wouldn't come home without him. I thought back to my late-night conversation with Zaid. I tried hard to push away the image that flooded my brain. It was Ali pumping away at someone's hole while a pile of discarded men lay behind him, a trash heap of conquests. It was most disturbing because atop the pile was me, looking lifeless with blue skin and purple lips. No, I shook my head. That wasn't right. Ali came out from the bathroom a few minutes later. He was naked with a towel slung over one dark muscled shoulder. He was wiping drops from his chest and paused when his eyes caught mine open. He smiled weakly at me looking exhausted. He came to the bed without dressing, his thick flaccid cock swinging impressively between his thighs as though it were perfectly natural for it to be that large. He knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss my wiggling toes. His cock spread out against the comforter, too exhausted to be aroused. His eyes peered upwards to meet mine. I returned his smile and laughed, pulling my feet away from his tickling lips. "My Baby," he mouthed as he lifted his head. He crawled up the bed and laid beside me. I looked over at him and he drew me to his chest. I thought of Zaid, how he would treat a hulking, adoring mass like Ali. He would subdue him, I had no such pretense of control. Ali reached for his phone with one hand as he snuggled me into his chest with the other. He set the phone on his chest and reached down to scratch his nuts, pushing his dark snake to the side to rest against his thigh. I reached down for it, feeling my hole begin to twitch hungrily. "Did you sleep, my little one?" he typed and showed me, pushing my hand away from his third leg. "Yes sir. How is Caleb?" I asked. "He will be ok. He needs to rest and Samir needs to hold him. I'm sure they will spend the day in bed... we will too in case you were wondering. I'm sorry for what happened to him, but I felt relieved that it wasn't you," he admitted. "What happened to Izem?" I inquired. "We will speak of it later. Right now I need to rest and I need you here with me. You're wearing my old clothes. You look adorable in them, but what's with my old jock in your pocket?" Ali asked with a smirk. He knew I had rifled through his things. He didn't seem angry about it. "Oh uh," I looked down and saw the straps had slid out. Neon orange is a hard color to hide. "I went through your drawers. Don't be mad." "I have nothing to hide from you, not anymore," Ali assured and gave me a happy yawn. He pulled a blanket from the side of the bed and spread it out over us. I was sad to see his cock go, but I knew he needed sleep. He turned on the tv for me. He put on the nature dvd that was in the player and turned the volume off since I didn't need it. He turned me on my side, pushed my stuffed lion into my chest, and handed me the tablet with my arabic lessons to work on while he slept. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 09 He put a closed bottle of water on the pillow next to me and remembered to loosen the cap a little so I could get it open. Lastly, he put a small bag of almonds next to the water in case I got hungry. Even exhausted, he planned for every need I might have while he slept. He slid up behind me, wrapped his arms around me snugly, and nuzzled his lips into the back of my neck. His body, though naked, radiated warmth through me. I reached behind me and felt his cock resting against my bottom. I stroked it with a finger, feeling it awaken slightly and fill out. Ali pushed my hand away and reached in front of my face, making an L with his thumb and index finger. He flipped it forward to show the sign for "later." He pulled me back against him and tucked his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I wiggled happily and then let him sleep. In my little playpen of his arms, I worked through some arabic lessons. I watched the dvd of the lions I had seen way too many times. I ate a few almonds and sipped at the water as I felt his rhythmic hot breath blowing against my neck intermittently. I felt his chest rise and fall with sleep against my back. The rhythms lulled me into a nice dream. ********** I woke up with an almond next to my nose. It was the first thing I smelled. Ali was gone from the bed and I sat up to stretch and caught sight of him, still naked, eating a plate of food on the counter. His back was turned to me and his thick, powerful, furry dark ass muscles flexed as he shifted his weight from right to left leg. He turned to check on me and then brought his plate to the bed. He sat down next to me and offered me a forkful of rice and lamb. We chewed in sync and then he smiled and kissed my forehead softly. Something about my forehead attracted these Hamad men. I guessed it was my best feature or maybe they really did all see me as a child. Compared to them, I was. We finished the food and he didn't bother to dress. I thought he was reaching for my tablet to tell me what had happened with Caleb and Izem, but he just tossed it aside on the bedside table and then did the same with my almonds and water bottle. ************* He came back for me, reached into my pocket and pulled out the neon orange jockstrap I'd taken from his old room. He held it up and then smiled at me as though seeking approval. I nodded eagerly and my cock sprang to life inside his old pajama pants. He stepped into it and started to slide it up, but he had added a few years and layers of muscle since it last fit. It stretched and protested as he pulled it over his thighs and tested its limits on his thick bubbled ass. He slid it up and his cock was beginning to thicken. I watched it snake down his thigh, completely bypassing the little pouch. It looked ridiculous on him, but also insanely hot. I was sure we would have to cut it off him. He started trying to stuff it into the pouch, but I got up on my knees and crawled over with my mouth open and needy. He forgot about the tight jock for a minute when he saw my lips part and my tongue extend. He put his thumb to my mouth and I sucked it in while he stroked himself. There was never a need for him to waste energy petting his own cock. I would have done it until he'd had enough for a lifetime. He poked his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it, swirling my tongue around it, doing my best to gain his approval and earn my prize. I was so hard and wanted to reach down to free my cock, but I knew he would do that when it was time. Everything was on his time. Ali knew best. His free hand stroked my hair as he pushed his thumb in and out of my suctioning lips. His other thumb came down to my forehead and he pushed it up for me to look him in the eyes. His face was absent a smile. He looked serious, intentional, ready to breed his cub. His thumb popped out of my lips, leaving a trail of spit that he brought to his cock. He gripped it and stroked a few times, shining the shaft with my saliva. He wagged it in front of my face and touched it to my lips. I sprang eagerly towards it with parted lips, but he brushed it against my nose and retreated, holding my head back with the thumb of his free hand. I looked up at him and whimpered, "Pease!" I spoke. "Pease gib," I fumbled for speech. I didn't care what trick he wanted me to do, speak, roll over, play dead. I needed his cock. I'd do anything. He gave an approving smirk and his eyes softened. He leaned down and lifted my chin with his finger, mouthing "So cute." He pushed me up and raised my arms, sliding his old t-shirt off of me. He lifted me to stand on the bed and pushed his pajama pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and he tossed his old clothes across to the couch. I still had on the little pair of briefs from last night's costume, but he pulled them off of me and tossed them too. I sank back to my knees, waiting for his cock. Ali took the little headband bunny ears from the bedside table and secured it into my hair using the little silver barrette clip. The ears had wires in them to make them stand up straight, but one had bent. He fixed it and then traced a finger down my cheek before leaning down to kiss me. "My baby," he mouthed admiringly as our lips parted. I felt really very loved and special right now. It was all very Hallmark, but honestly the only thing I cared about right now was his fat monster cock lodging deeply in the hole of his choice. Mouth, ass, nose, ear, whatever he prefered, I just needed him inside me. "Pease!" I begged again, whining for him to get on with it. "Pease Dah-ee" Ali took the hint. He pushed me back against the bed and knelt down over my thin, white torso. His knees on either side of my chest, I was looking up at the massive meat I lived for. He pointed it down towards my lips and put one hand under my neck to angle my head up. My eyes looked up as the giant head came towards me with his intense stare from behind it. "Uhh," I whined as he pushed the tip past my lips. It was already leaking salty pre-cum. We'd had plenty of sex the day before, but with all that happened, it felt like an eternity of urgency had built up in both of us. He pushed into me too fast and too far. I gagged and sputtered around the thick pole. I felt his juice leaking down my throat as my tongue circled around his invading meat. He started to gag me as he pushed in and out of my lips. I was sputtering for air, but I had begged for this and I wanted him. He sped up, filling me with the meatwad as I tried to keep my teeth out of the way. My tongue was sliding underneath his shaft tasting his salty sweat peek out. He rammed it in a little too far and my body reacted as he touched the back of my throat. I flailed under him, but he kept going, knowing my reflexes would subside. I was breathing deeply out of my nose as spit leaked out over my chin and onto his balls. They kept hitting against my face as he slammed into me. "Uhhh" I finally begged, feeling the air press out of me and he relented, pulled out and checked that I was ok. I gasped for air, my face red and tears coming down my cheek. He looked a little worried, but I forced a smile to him. My only hope of keeping a beast satisfied was to toughen up. I didn't want him taking it too gently on me. He put a hand to my cheek and smacked my face playfully with a smile. It was his way of saying, "Ahh, you're ok." I beamed at him, wanting to make him proud of me. He traced a finger around my chin to collect all the saliva and scooped it back up into my mouth. I sucked on his finger. He leaned down over me and parted my lips. He touched his tongue to his lips, scooping out his own saliva and then let it drip down into my mouth. I tasted the salt from the lunch we'd eaten. I know it sounds gross, but it was another reminder that I was his. He leaned down and kissed me, putting a hand to my throat and massaging it gently with his thumb to ease my swallowing. His tongue parted my lips and entered me, wrestling my own tongue into submission. Raising back up, he flipped me over onto my tummy as I squirmed between his legs. He walked backwards on his knees and I felt his soft kisses down the center of my back. He stopped just above my ass and I felt him switch from lips to tongue. A wet trail formed down between my cheeks as he licked his way to my hole. His rough hands parted my cheeks and I arched my back, pushing my ass up towards his face in anticipation. His tongue found my hole and roughly pushed its way inside me. I squirmed and moaned as he did what lions do. He licked me out, glossing over a million little pleasure points. "Uhh Dah-ee Uhh Fuh" I screamed into the pillow as he worked his magic inside me. My body tensed and jerked as his hands roughly massaged my lower back. My cock was rock hard and pushing up against the comforter. He started to work a finger into me. We'd had a few days of playing so it slid in somewhat easily. He dug at me, rougher this time. I pushed back, wanting more of him inside me. He slicked another finger with his spit and added it to the mix, pulling his fingers apart to open me up for him. I started to fuck myself on his fingers until he finally just held them still while I bucked. "Uhhh, Fuhhh, YAHHH!" I screamed, throwing back my head to look at him. He was pumping his cock with one hand and riding his baby with the other. He looked at me hungrily. "Fuhh Me! Pease!" I begged and he nodded, reaching for the lube as I continued pushing back against his fingers. He slicked his cock up and got back on top of me. He could have put his whole hand inside me and it still never prepared me for that thick monster he carried around in his pants. The tip pushed against my ever-needy but never-ready hole. He pushed it in forcefully, not far, but just enough to elicit a scream from me. He held it there for me to get used to and he leaned down to kiss the back of my neck. "Shhhh," I felt him breath against my ear to calm me. I wanted desperately to hear him, his calming words, his sexual grunts. It was a useless wish, but his body did its best to settle me and open me to him. He pushed more in, slowly inch by inch. I wondered if we would ever reach a day where he could just shove into me without the intense pain. But I'd been filled by him enough to know the pleasure was worth it. I breathed deeply and tried to open for him as he slid in more. My heart started to flutter as he filled me. His cock pushed all the right buttons in my elevator of pleasure. My body relaxed into his protective arms and he slid in as far as he could go. I knew it wasn't all of it, I wasn't built for that. But I took as much as I could. He pulled me back against his chest, turning my head so our eyes could somewhat meet. His tongue touched my lips and I let it in. We made out for a few minutes while my body adjusted to his. He kissed me roughly, urgently, to say, "C'mon baby, open for me. I need this." I felt him start to slide out of me and had that momentary panic of loss until he slid back in. He started to fuck into me easily, slowly. He held a firm hand in the center of my chest while another held on to my shoulder. He let my head fall as he pushed back off of me. My forehead was against the pillow and I looked back to see my comparatively tiny cock bounce each time he slid into me. He was on his knees now, behind me, his hands raced down to hold my hips. He held me firmly and started to fuck me like a lion. He built up speed and I bit on my lip hard to not cry out in pain. I was gasping for air again to soothe myself. My cock was bouncing wildly as he started to fuck me harder. He was ramming into me, holding my hips and occasionally swatting my ass. He was owning his cub. Without thinking, I sucked my own thumb for comfort as he rammed ten pounds of meat into a five pound case. "Uhh Uhh Uhh" I whined as he kept it up. My cock was still rock hard and the pleasure feelings were starting to return. He pushed my back down until my tummy hit the comforter. I felt his weight come down on me and his teeth brush against my neck as he started to ram into me fully. He turned my head to the right to look at me again, but he wasn't checking to see if I was ok. His need had overtaken his protective nature and he just wanted to stare into my eyes, the face that pleased him, as he took what was his. "Uhhhhh" I felt my cock tense up as it poked against the comforter. I knew I was going to spray the bed again, but Ali didn't turn me over. He just kept ramming in to me. "Uh Fuh Yeah Peabe! Me! Uh!" I mumbled nonsense and my body tensed up. My hole clamped down on his shaft and I started to fire off, coating the bed and my tummy with built up juice. I was halfway through my eruption when I felt him push me down a little too roughly and he slid his cock in farther than it should have gone. I felt his body tense and shake as he started to fill me. He was breeding his boy and planting his seed deep inside. "UHHH!" I screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. I felt his hot cum firing off inside me and I wondered where it would go. It was buried so deep I doubted it would ever find its way out. I felt his teeth on my shoulder as he fucked me quickly, releasing all of his juice into his cub. I winced as he bit down on me while shooting the last of his load into me. He felt my reaction and pulled his mouth off my shoulder. It felt like a sunburn. His body relaxed onto mine, his sated meat still lodged deep inside me. He leaned up off of me, supporting himself on his elbows. His hand pulled my cheek up to face him, His eyes looked guilty. He awakened to the fact that he'd lost control of his beast and now the daddy side of him checked me for damage. "Ok?" he said hesitantly, thumbing at my cheek tenderly. I nodded, lying. I felt like a ton of bricks had slammed into me. I was sore and my chest hurt from the lack of air and heavy pressure. I swallowed and felt my ears pop. I feigned a smile that didn't fool him. He raised up off of me and his cock slid out of me slowly. I felt a sudden sense of empty loss until he lifted me off the bed and up into his strong arms. He didn't care that I was dirty and covered in cum. He scooped me up like a child and carried me off to the bathroom, pausing momentarily to grab his cellphone. I knew he would type out instructions for maid service. He deposited me in the tub and turned on the hot water. He went to the cabinets and brought back what looked like a small tennis ball shaped rock. He tossed it in beside me and it instantly started to spark and fizz. I scooted away from it like some sort of dark magic, unsure what it was. That brought a laugh from him and he just shook his head. He got us towels from the cabinet and set them on the counter before walking back towards me. I saw his cock dangle happily with streaks of white cum down the side of the shaft. Cum was still leaking slowly out of his cock as he stepped into the tub. I grabbed for it and gave it one good pump. I was rewarded by a pearl of his seed forming at the head. I wiped at it with my finger. He sat in the tub and pulled me back against him. The ball was disappearing, leaving a scent of jasmine and thick foam on top of the water. I settled onto his chest and he bathed me. ************ "So?" I typed eagerly as we shared a steak for dinner. "What happened?!?!" "Izem had him. He wanted to negotiate some kind of trade of you for Caleb. I told him I could care less what he did with Caleb." Ali typed back while chewing meat. "What? Why? That's No!" I looked at him furiously. "I know I know, but it was the only way. He wouldn't even let us in to see him. We had to get our fathers to broker the whole thing. He was such a pussy, wouldn't even come out and face me." "What did the police do?" I typed. "Police?" Ali raised an eyebrow to me, "No, no police. That would complicate things. I just wanted Caleb back safely. Our fathers finally reached a compromise. Izem's father has a hard time saying no to him, it's why he's such an asshole." "Com...pro...mise?" I didn't like where this was going. "Don't worry babe. Nothing bad," Ali assured and shoved a forkful of salad into my mouth. "We're going to meet tonight. You are to come too. Izem gets to talk to you, explain his bullshit story and then it's up to you. Once you tell him no, that you love me, would die for me, can't live without me, crave me every moment, live for my cock," Ali laughed. "Once you make that decision between me or... him. Once you do that and say that you choose me of your own free will then he is bound by the agreement to never seek you out or speak to you or even look at you again." "I have to see him? What if he hurts me?" I asked. "He won't hurt you, I'll be right outside with my dad and his. It will just be you and him talking. I'll be watching on the camera screen. If he even touches you I will be in that room and we will leave. That's the agreement. He is just to talk to you, present his whiny little case. Once that is done then we will all be together and you make your decision. You just say 'I choose Ali to be my lion, my wonderful all-powerful, hugely endowed, massive cocked lion.' or something along those lines. You just say it and then he will be gone forever." Ali seemed so sure that this would go easily. "And what if I said I wasn't sure?" I returned his joke since he was having so much fun pumping himself up... But he didn't think it was funny. His face suddenly darkened. "You would break my heart forever into a million tiny specks of dust," he said with absolute seriousness. "Please choose me. You hold my heart. It lives only in your hands. Please keep it safe." "I... of course. I was just joking. I... sorry sir," I swallowed a bite of tomato and coughed as it eased down my throat. He nodded, kissed me, and scratched his nuts again. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 10 Thanks everyone for sticking it out this far. Last chapter. ***** Emerson & the Lion +{Part 10}+ Something about anxiety makes me intensely hungry for Ali's cock. That's probably not the best reaction in an emergency situation. Where most would run from a burning building or take shelter under a table during an earthquake, I would look around desperately for his lap to satisfy my twitching hole. And sure enough, as he drove me to meet up with Izem, to face the lion for whom I was originally procured, I couldn't help myself from reaching for his hand. I sucked his finger into my mouth with an exaggerated slurping noise. He smiled at me oddly and said to the text translator on his dashboard, "Later, little cub. After this is over I will fill you like you need. I know you are hungry for daddy." I nodded, returning his smile, but still leaned over to put my head against his shoulder and let my hand rest on his bulge. It was a breezy, mild night and Ali dressed me in white shorts and a black tank top with a red heart in the center. Across the heart were white letters spelling out "Ali's Boy." Over that he put me in a thin white hoodie to keep the chill, and Izem's eyes, off my skin. Ali didn't bother with underwear, but instead wore a pair of tight black shorts that looked like business pants cut and hemmed at mid-thigh. Over them, He had on a thin, white, semi-transparent shirt that showed just enough skin to make you stare at his dark nipples. He had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked sexy as hell as it barely contained his muscles. I was just leaning in to bite his nipple through his shirt when he pulled into a parking garage and whipped into a spot beside his father's SUV. He turned off the engine and let out a sigh. He turned to me, lifted my chin so our eyes met and I watched his face darken and his shoulders sink. "We will go in, be polite, exchange pleasantries. Izem will kiss you on the cheek or forehead, it is just how we greet. Our fathers will go over what is to take place and then Izem will be allowed to say his peace to you. You do not need to respond to anything at all unless I or my father directs you to. It will show your loyalty and deep respect if you look to my father when you are asked a question. He will signal you when to respond. Do you understand?" Ali said to the text translator. I nodded and then waited for him to come and open my door. He led me to an elevator and pressed the top floor. I walked into his chest and he slid his arms around me, looking down at me with an unconvincing smile. The doors opened to a wide lobby with black marble floors and a wall of windows overlooking the darkened sky. Ali took my hand and led me across the floor and through two glass doors. Down a long corridor of cubicle offices and around a corner was a long, glass-walled conference room. I saw three men waiting for us around a large metal table. Behind them was a wall of windows and I could see the million little city lights that stretched from the sea to the hills. Izem stood with a smile when he saw me. He had on a tight blue polo shirt that hugged his muscles nicely and was unbuttoned to show a furry chest peeking out. He had on khaki shorts that were also tight, showing his hard ass and strong thighs. His furry legs looked like Ali's, but his skin was a few shades lighter. We stared at each other for a moment and a hopeful smile crept across his face. He knew I was impressed with his body, it was like someone had made a replica of Ali but used lighter paint. But his face was different. His nose smaller, eyes not quite as wide, smile warmer, height a little taller. I felt a pang of guilt for making a mental comparison chart between the two. Ali pushed me in front of him and towards a man I didn't know. It must have been Izem's father. He seemed young, very fit, had beautiful green eyes. I reached a hand towards him to shake, but he pulled me in for a hug and kissed me on each cheek. He smiled at me warmly as he half released me. I felt a strange buzz between us like we'd met before. My head relaxed against his shoulder before he let me go. Izem came towards me next. He put his hands on my shoulder and looked me up and down slowly with a slight look of frustration. He looked past my shoulder and said something not meant for me. I turned to look at Ali just as Izem pulled me in for a hug. He was taller than Ali and my head fit right against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up to see his lips moving, still talking to someone. I looked back at Ali as Izem released me. His fists balled at his side and he was looking away. His eyes turned back to me with an icy glare. Our eyes locked and his glare melted away. He saw my eyes, knew how uncomfortable, scared, anxious I was. I wanted to go to the car right now and go home. "I go home please," I signed to him and his eyes sank with guilt. "Sorry, can't right now," he signed back to me and ended with "I love you." I nodded, understanding. The two older men took seats along the side of the table closest to the wall. Izem would be at the head. He pulled out the seat next to his and offered it to me. But Ali came from behind me and put an arm across my stomach, pulling me away and down into his lap as he sank into the next chair over. Now it was Izem's turn to fume as Ali pulled me back against his chest and put his chin on my shoulder and his arms tight around my waist. It didn't feel good to me at that moment. I loved his attention and would normally beg for it. But here in this war with Izem it seemed less about love and more about spite, ownership, a trophy. Izem set up a tablet on a little easel on the tabletop in front of me. He hit a few little buttons and a blue screen popped up. "This is so you can understand everything. Is it working?" Izem asked and his words danced across the screen. I nodded and he smiled at me like he'd done something special by including me in a conversation about my life. Dr. Hamad spoke then. He went over everything Ali had told me about what would happen here. He asked if I understood and I nodded again, but he said I have to actually state yes or no. "Yeh," I croaked out and got an adoring look from Izem. I felt Ali's body tighten his grip on mine. Speaking was something I only did in private with him and even then it was a rare occasion. I felt his heart thumping against my back. "Ok then, if you have no more questions then we will leave you two to it. right?" Dr. Hamad said to the room and his gaze looked threateningly towards Ali. He knew Ali didn't want to leave me here and I didn't really want to be left. The two older men moved towards the door and Ali turned me in his lap to face him. "Ok?" he signed. I shrugged, not sure how to answer that. I wanted this whole thing over with and I knew the best way to end this for good was to do it cleanly, bite the bullet. I didn't want anyone else getting hurt. It was time to give the crazy man what he wanted. I nodded reluctantly and started to push myself off of his lap, but his arms held me one last time. Instead of letting me go, he stood and hugged me to his chest, kissing me dramatically and overemphasizing how great his control and care was. He finally set me down and I looked past his shoulder to see his father looking at him angrily. It was time to go. Ali looked down into my eyes and kissed my forehead gently. "My baby," he mouthed. One last glare of warning to Izem, a few threats in Arabic, and then he left. I was halfway between the door and Izem. I turned to see Ali leave and through the glass I watched him take a seat with Dr. Hamad and Izem's father. They were all watching us expectantly. I felt like a new tiger at the zoo behind a thick glass wall. I had a quick second thought about all this, and put my palm towards the glass and Ali jumped up ready to rescue me and said something to his father. Dr. Hamad shook his head while keeping his eyes ahead and simply reached for his wrist and pulled him back down to take a seat. I swallowed hard and felt a chill in the room. I hugged my hoodie around me and turned to see Izem looking at me nervously. He pointed to the seat next to him and signed, "please... sit." He didn't seem as scary or harsh as the first time I'd met him, the time he put his hands on me and scolded me for not being submissive to my lion. It wasn't an order. It was an invitation. I nodded and slid in hesitantly. Izem slid the tablet closer so he could see it. "You are scared of me?" he asked. I nodded and typed, "Yes sir. Very much so. You were mean the first time we met." I admitted more than I should have, but with these men there was no need to pretend I had any power. Like a duck says "quack," it was assumed that I was helpless here. "That's not how I wanted things to go. I am sorry for that meeting. I was angry and knew he had twisted everything. He'd lied to us both. I'm sure he has told you all kinds of bad things about me, but please promise to listen and really think about what I say. Can you promise me that, sweet boy?" Izem said to the tablet. I nodded again, feeling a slight relaxation set in as his lips spread to a warm smile. Izem pulled out a white cardboard file box and set it on the table next to him. He opened it and took out a file and showed me papers. "This is my file on you. I had investigators put it together when we first found you. I was so sad to read everything that had happened to you. I wanted so much to help your situation. It's why I got you the scholarship and picked out clothes for you for here at the university." Izem began. "You did all that? I thought it was just part of the program. No wonder my roommate seemed so jealous of everything I got. I thought it was just the standard deal everyone on scholarship had. You did all that?" I typed. "Of course! I wanted you to be without worry for anything. I wanted you to be a normal college kid. I wanted you to make friends, be goofy, sneak alcohol, do what goofy kids your age should do. I did it so you could see what it felt like to just focus on your studies without a worry in the world. Then when you found me you could choose me... I'd hoped," Izem said and reached across the table where my hand rested. "I wanted so much for you, Emi. Your school records showed you had so much promise in writing and the arts. Are you doing anything with that? You have gifts that need to be developed. Are you even going to classes anymore?" "I... yes, somewhat. Ali had to fix my classes for me so I could pass," I admitted. "You didn't need that, you are perfectly brilliant. You just needed to be on campus and focused. You have so much potential and I wanted you to fulfill it... or at least explore it... You have a beautiful body but also a beautiful mind, Emi. You could really be somebody if he didn't squash it," Izem looked at me with sad eyes and reached a hand to cup my cheek. His palm was warm, a little sweaty. Izem quickly turned his head to the side and I followed his gaze to see Ali right up against the glass pointing a finger at him threateningly. I remembered he said I wasn't to be touched. Izem rolled his eyes and gave me a half smile with a shake of his head. "He is so afraid of losing you. I guess I would be too," he said. "I am still taking classes. Next semester I will be back on track!" I typed defensively. I understood what he was saying, but my heart had discovered Ali. His love was worth more to me than those things. "What makes you think he will let you? Has he even mentioned picking out classes or your degree plan? You don't have one on file. And what about friends? By now you should be making all kinds of friends. They have other deaf students on campus. Did he tell you that? It was recommended by your counselor who you haven't gone to see since the first week of school!" Izem said. "I don't really get a chance to meet other people. We're currently very busy running from a guy who keeps trying to kidnap me," I typed. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't trying to kidnap you... But you were mine first. You were stolen from me, not from Ali. I was trying to rescue you. And when you missed your appointment with the ear specialist I thought something had happened to you. Why did you choose not to go?" Izem was getting frustrated with me. "What ear doctor?" I typed slowly, checking over my shoulder to see Ali sitting in the other room with his arms folded and his eyes on us. Ali leaned his head towards me and signed, "you ok?" I nodded to reassure him and then turned back to Izem and the screen. "Are you kidding me? No, of course you're not," Izem sighed and shook his head, eyes suddenly filling with pity. "He didn't tell you about it at all, did he? Back when I was watching you in Los Angeles... I got your medical records and sent them to an ear specialist in Geneva. He said there is a new surgery that might correct your hearing. It's still new, but he agreed he would come here and look at you. He wasn't hopeful that you would be ideal for the surgery, but agreed to look you over. Ali didn't mention any of this?" I shook my head and felt my face flush red. I wanted to look back at Ali, but I knew I couldn't hide my anger and confusion. I knew he would race in here and I wanted to hear what else Izem had to say. "If things went well... If he COULD do the surgery on you, I thought we could go to Geneva for your surgery and recover there. I wanted to be the first voice you heard when it was over. I gave him all of the information just before I went to see you at the resort. That was the first time I got to talk with you. You looked so scared. I thought maybe he had told you about the surgery and you didn't want it." "No," I typed, "He didn't mention any of it. He said you were a bad man who had many cubs and would hurt me. I didn't even know you existed until I saw you at the resort." "No, Ali was supposed to tell you all about me, tell you all of the things I did to prepare for you. He told me he did that the first few days you were getting to know each other. That was what he was doing, watching you and looking out for you while I was away. Then when you got hurt, I tried to come see you. They didn't let me in the gate. It's why I had to sneak to see you at the resort. Ali told me you were damaged, maybe wouldn't even walk." Izem was getting angry. I saw a vein in his thick, muscular neck throbbing. I reached over and touched his hand. "I'm sorry... You are hurt. He says you have many cubs in different cities. He just has me," I typed. I couldn't think of what to say or what to believe. It was all just two completely opposite sides of a coin I didn't ask for. "Many cubs? That's not even how this works. You were to be mine! That's what he told you? I'm afraid to ask what else he told you. So many lies, Emi. To you, to me, to the associates. He was claiming my business deals were his. It's amazing what he will do to keep you," Izem shook his head. "None of this bothers you? You had EVERYTHING stolen from you. Your chance to learn, to be a normal college guy, to grow up. Didn't you have a dream? Didn't you ever want to be a fireman or army soldier? What about your writing? Your high school counselor said you excelled at it. Have you kept up with it? Does Ali even know the things you are good at? Does he even care?" "He didn't even give you a choice on your hearing loss. Doesn't that make you wonder what he doesn't want you to hear? Why he wants to control your information? He stole your choices, Emi and you really don't seem upset in the least about any of it." Izem fumed. He looked into my eyes with confusion as though he were asking, "Is anyone in there? Anyone at home?" "I am... upset. I just. I don't know. This whole thing is so confusing and I don't know what to believe or whom to trust here. Ali has been so kind to me and he's loved me like no one ever has. He was the first to make me feel things. My heart, my skin, my... bottom. I love him so much. It's so hard to listen to these things and believe them. It's not the lion I know," I typed and started to sniff back tears. Izem reached for a box of kleenex from the side table and handed one to me. I blew my nose and wiped the few tears away. He held up another and dabbed at my cheek. I was sure Ali was behind me, ready to break the glass. I didn't dare turn to look. "I don't want to upset you," Izem began, "That's not what I'm here to do. Look... You love him. I lost that battle before I even got a chance to fight. I could have made you so happy and you me. It's not hard to see why you didn't even last a week without me here. You are so beautiful, little one. If it weren't him, someone else would have stolen you." "Your heart is his, and honestly, he is crazy about you. I have seen him go through boys like... this tissue," Izem picked up my used kleenex and tossed it to the trash. "But with you he seems transformed, protective, tamed. It's honestly the first time I've ever seen him in love. We grew up together... used to be best friends. I didn't think anyone could ever tame him. There is a bond between you two that I envy. And worse because it should have been mine..." He turned back to me sadly, "I'm not here asking you to choose me. That wouldn't be fair and I can see that fight is useless. I'm asking you to choose yourself. Stand up and if you need to, I will be there to help you do it. Choose Emerson." "Right now your world is so simple, so controlled," he continued. "It feels great right now to be adored and provided for. You're so young and it seems so simple. Everything is right in place forever and always... But the more of yourself you give away, the fewer options you have when you're older. Cubs grow up, sweet one. No one is a puppy forever. What will you have then? No education, no job skills, no options. Will it be enough then to just be his houseboy who raises his children and says yes because he has lost memory of the word no?" "Yes, Emi, I would have loved to be your man, to raise you properly and help you grow. I would have done everything that didn't hold you back. I would have disciplined you like a proper cub but also built you up to know your value, seek your passions... But you already chose Ali. I can see that plainly. I can't change that. I wouldn't want to disrupt your happiness. But please, don't forget to also choose Emi," Izem finished. I nodded. I was numb. An information bomb had been dropped on my candy land and I needed to process it. I drew my knees up into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I felt my heart pumping in my ear and read the last line several times in my head. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Izem said with a sudden smile as he grabbed my hand excitedly. That apparently drew another angry knock on the glass from Ali because I saw Izem jolt and give an annoyed look over his left shoulder. He rolled his eyes and gave me a wink. He reached for the box again and pulled out a small, wrapped gift. "This belongs to you. I wrapped it just so Ali could see you open a gift from me and burn with jealousy," He said with a laugh. I carefully peeled at the wrapping and found a brown paper box. Inside was a small, faded blue stuffed bear. It was about three inches long and had a broken keychain attached to its head. It felt like it was stuffed with little bean pellets. On its chest it had the LA Dodgers logo. I turned it over in my hand and then caught sight of the made in China tag. Over it in permanent marker was written, "EAK." My initials brought back a flood of memories. ********** When I was younger, I was assigned one of those "big brothers", a volunteer mentor named Mark. He was a college student and learning sign language. I didn't understand my feelings for him, but now I could sort out that I had a gigantic crush. He was older, athletic, and treated me like the big brother I'd always wanted. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 10 He took me to a Dodgers game for our third visit. He had the hardest time explaining the game to me, but I just loved being next to him. I loved the way he leaned over me with his arm across the back of my chair and tried to show me what was going on as we shared a plastic hat full of chili fries. I didn't understand a word and his sign language wasn't that great, but I didn't ever want it to end. After the game he took me to the fan shop to get me a hat, but there were too many people looking at them. He waved his hand around the store and signed that I could pick anything. People didn't get me gifts unless they were donated in a toy drive or from some church group trying to make themselves feel better. It wasn't something I was used to. I picked the small keychain bear by the register. "That?" He signed with surprise. He tried to point me to the bigger bears or a baseball bat, but I shook my head and held on to it with a smile. He shrugged, ruffled my hair and took it to pay for it. When we got to his car, he took a marker out of his backpack and wrote my initials on it. From then on I kept it in my pocket, clipped to a belt loop. I'd take it out whenever he wasn't around and I needed to feel his presence. I'd remember that I had a friend. Someone cared about me. He took me to his family's house for holidays and they were all so nice and welcoming. None of them knew sign language, but they tried to make me feel normal. I got to see how regular people were, like a TV family. And then one day he said he was graduating and moving to San Francisco for a job. It was just before my 14th birthday. He had promised to take me to Magic Mountain. He said he had to leave that weekend and he shoved a little wrapped birthday gift at me. I didn't open it. I just started crying. We were sitting in his car outside my group home. He had waited until he dropped me off after our day of hiking a trail near the Hollywood sign. "No please," he was getting good at signing. "Don't cry please. I'm sorry. We can email and I'll be here for holidays. I promise I will make it up to you." He grabbed the napkins from the bag of In-n-Out we'd eaten for lunch. They always give you half a tree's worth. He dabbed at my cheeks and tried to make me feel better in that awkward way golden straight men seem to do; not entirely sure how to deal with disappointment. I shook my head and felt like throwing up. I put the gift he had got me back into his lap. I pushed open his car door and got out without unbuckling the seatbelt. It yanked me back down. I stabbed at the button with my fingers until he grabbed my arm and deftly unclicked it. I pulled away from him and pushed through the doorway. I closed his car door and ran inside the group home. When I got inside I realized the bear keychain had been broken in my tussle with the seatbelt. It must have fallen out in his car. He emailed me a few times after that, but I didn't respond. I lost that email account when I changed schools. I didn't know what I'd say and I was too embarrassed to keep in contact anyways. As painful as it was at the time, I'd nearly forgotten all of this. ****** He must have found the bear. He must have saved it all these years. He must have really cared about me. I hugged it to me and wanted to hug Izem for finding it. "You talked to Mark?" I typed to Izem. "I talked to everybody. He lives in San Francisco now and is married to a nice girl with a baby on the way. He saved the bear for you. He said he tried to find you when he came down for the holidays but you had moved to a different group home and the lady said she couldn't give out that information. He was so happy to hear that you were going to university. I have his email for you, but I know Ali won't like you talking to someone he doesn't know and trust. Everyone was excited to see you were going to be ok," Izem said. "Thank you," I typed and hugged the little bear to my chest. "I am finished. I will make peace with Ali. We have been friends too long to let this come between us," Izem said, "If you ever need me, please reach out. I'll still be there. I promise." ********** With that, he signaled and Ali charged the room. Sitting alone in the oversized business chair, I had again pulled my knees up into my chest as he entered. I folded my arms across my legs, hugging myself with the little bear clutched in my hand. I couldn't look at him. I knew I would cry. Ali was behind me and then he was kneeling in front of me looking confused and angry. He wiped a finger near my eyes and felt the tears. He turned angrily to Izem and was yelling something. The translator picked it up, but it was arabic so it just looked like garbled symbols since it only recognized English. "English, boys. The cub should be included in anything about him," Dr. Hamad said and I watched it dance across the screen. "Talk to me baby? What's wrong? What did he do? He wasn't supposed to hurt you," Ali was back on his knees in front of me staring up into my face. I just shook my head, looking away from him. I felt him tear the little bear from my hand. "What is this? You gave him an old dirty toy?" Ali didn't get it. "No, it's...," Izem started, but I put a hand up. "No," I signed to Izem. "Between you and me." I reached for the bear, but Ali held it out of my grasp. I lunged towards him ready to unleash my anger. Ali pulled back and tossed it across the room towards the trash can thinking it was a gift from his enemy. It landed just inside. I pushed past Ali with an angry growl and ran over towards it. Luckily the trash had been changed for the night and there was a clean bag in the little silver can with the bear resting near the center. I took it out of the can and looked at him with anger. I don't think I'd ever seen him be so mean like that. He returned my eyes with stunned confusion. I'd never fought back against his whims. I walked over to the tablet and typed, "You're an awful man. A mean, rude Jerk!" He wasn't used to that look on my face or those words. His eyes softened and he suddenly looked ashamed. "I need to talk to him privately," Ali said to the room as the translator scripted. He reached for the tablet translator on the table. With the other arm extended, he came towards me. It was the position he had when he was about to scoop me up into his chest and carry me off. Instead, I stood and went towards Izem. "Please baby, I'm sorry, let me explain things," He begged. I nodded and offered him my hand. He squeezed my hand and led me out of the room, saying something to the other men at the table. We went down to an open office and sat down. Ali scrolled through our conversation to read what we had talked about. He was looking for explanation of my tears, anger, the bear. "Who is this Mark? Someone from your past? He sent this bear to you?," Ali started. I shook my head yes, but didn't feel like telling a whole story right now. I just typed, "Someone who was nice to me when I was a kid and had no one. Izem found him and he sent the bear." "Oh," Ali said and lowered his eyes to my chest in shame. "I'm sorry... I didn't know." "You didn't ask... jerk," I typed. "Hey, don't! I... I said I was sorry, ok? Let's just... can we sort out this other stuff you talked about? Don't call me a jerk, ok? You are upset about the hearing doctor?" Ali said to the translator. I nodded and typed, "Why didn't you tell me? That was a jerk thing to do." "I was not trying to be a jerk! I didn't want to get your hopes up. It's a new surgery and extremely risky. My father can explain to you. We talked about it and consulted with specialists. It is NOT right for you. It could leave you very scarred and not fix anything. Telling you would only have gotten your hopes up. Why would I dangle hope in front of you if it wasn't right for you? That's an awful thing to do," Ali defended. "But it's my body. Shouldn't I be allowed to know things you find out about my own body? I could have read about it, participated in my own health. Only a jerk would take that away from someone," I insisted. "Did Izem also tell you that one patient was left with brain damage from it? He has the mental capacity of a 5 year old. I was worried that the thought of hearing would lead you to look past the EXTREME risks. You know that if my father thought it was a good idea he would have told you himself about it. He is the one who looked more carefully at what that doctor had done and consulted others. I thought we could revisit it in a few years once they've worked everything out on other people, not on my baby," Ali really did always have an answer for everything. "Honestly I'm not that mad about that. Being deaf is who I am. It's a part of me culturally. I don't know if I would choose to change that... but I want to make that decision myself. ok?" I typed. "Absolutely baby. I promise if they do get it right for you I will talk to you and my father about it. We will make that choice together and I'll spare no expense at getting you the best help the world can offer. I promise," Ali said with repentant eyes. "Ok... Also, Izem said you lied to him. You stole me from him. He says you lied to me too in saying he had bad intentions and many cubs," I typed. "I did. I would do anything to keep you. I fell for you the first time I saw you. You were so awkward and adorable. You approached the world so differently than any boy I'd seen. I haven't always been honest, but if there is ever any risk of losing you, my mind does things I never thought I could do. I can't help it. You come first, you always come first." Ali was rationalizing. It didn't exactly make sense. "And what about my school? You said you want me to take less classes. And there's a deaf student group? I need friends. I need to start making friends. Izem is right about that," I typed insistently. Ali scooted his chair right in front of mine so his legs were on either side of my own. He took my hands into his. Ali sighed, "I'm sorry, ok? I've been selfish with you... As you would say, I've been 'a jerk.' If that's what you want, we can work it out together. Ok? Just don't give up on me, Emi. I can't lose you. I go crazy at even the thought of losing you. You are my everything." I nodded and leaned forward and he met my lips with his own. "Can we go finish this?," Ali stood and offered me his hand. "I can't promise I won't do crazy things. I'd do anything to keep you safe and with me." I nodded and leaned in to him. "If you choose me. You choose me for life, ok? I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. I can't promise to give you the things Izem claimed he would give you. I can't be that free with you. I care for you too deeply to let you out so freely. But I will make sure you finish college. I will make sure you are more than a house boy. I will train you in my business and you can help me. I will make sure that your life has meaning and purpose and a crazy amount of love and passion. If you choose me like I have chosen you, you will always come first," Ali finished and then stood up. I nodded and he leaned in to kiss me. "And don't forget, whichever house you choose, be humble, graceful. You are still considered property here under the law. The partnership cannot think there is a cub wagging the pride. Ok?" Ali left me with one final warning. I nodded again. He offered me his hand and led me back to the waiting men. He set the tablet down on the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. I still had questions, but those could wait. I knew ultimately to whom I belonged. I knew deep down that everything he had done, whether ethical or not, had been meant to protect me, keep my bubble wrap secure. Izem looked at me with sad eyes, a condemned man who knew what was coming next. "It is getting late, little one, what is your decision? You decide this once and it will be done. Cubs do not normally get this opportunity. Do not confuse this with equating yourself to the lions," Dr. Hamad said. He was looking towards Izem and his father, speaking in authoritarian tone so they knew I was still very much an owned boy allowed a rare and brief voice. I gave Ali one final look. He smiled weakly, almost as though he were unsure what my decision would be. He looked so fragile there, heart exposed. It wasn't something he'd ever likely done in his life. Putting himself on full display before his enemy and his father. Humiliation didn't look good on him. He looked young, uncertain, like the usual air of pride had been stolen from him. I nodded to him and typed on the tablet, "I choose Ali, to be his, to take him as my lion. I promise to be a good cub and obey. I am thankful that your family chose me to be protected. I will not bring shame to your house. I will be his cub and no one else's" I pressed the speak button and watched everyone's faces. They admired my words, respected my tone. I was making the Hamads proud. "That is your final choice, my son?" Dr. Hamad said. "Yes sir, but I wish to give a goodbye hug to Izem if it is within your will, sir. And I would like the two of them to make up and be friends again," I typed and pressed the speak button. I turned to look at both of them and they nodded towards me assuringly. Dr. Hamad nodded and I stood. Izem looked strangely relieved. I went to him and he stood, towering over me. He leaned down and put his arms around me. I whispered into his ear, "Thank you." He kissed my cheek and let me go, nodding thoughtfully. He didn't look at Ali. When I turned, Ali was beaming a little too smugly from his victory. I narrowed my eyes at him and signed, "Please no." He straightened up and looked neutral, controlled. It looked sincere and Izem returned it. He went to Izem and offered him a hug. I hoped they could put their friendship together again. I hugged Izem's father and Dr. Hamad and the two of them left. I turned to see the other two lions sitting down, talking with relaxed poses. They were talking in Arabic again, though judging from their faces not as tensely. I hoped they were working things out. It seemed like they had been friends for a very long time. I didn't want to be what came between them. I waited by the door for a few minutes and saw them exchanging conversation, laughing, touching each other on the shoulder or giving a fake jab to the arm playfully. I stopped and watched, leaning against the glass wall. As I walked towards them, they stood. Izem opened his arms, pointing a hand towards an open door like someone does when they want you to go first. Ali took my hand and led me out, but we didn't go towards the elevator. He went the other way and I turned to see Izem close behind us. ********* "Where we go," I signed to Ali. He had a weird smile on his face and he raised an eyebrow like he did when he wanted inside me. He didn't answer though, just squeezed my hand and led me down a hallway. We went to a door that had Izem's name on it in letters engraved on black marble. It opened to a large space lined on two sides by floor to ceiling glass overlooking the sparkling city and the black of the night sea. Izem turned on some small, soft lamps on different tables. There was a huge desk, three comfortable chairs, a large couch, a small meeting table. This was the office of a man in charge. Ali led me over to the long, deep, black leather couch that could have held five grown men. Izem went to a side bar against the wall and took out three small glasses. Ali set sideways near the end of the couch, leaning back against the armrest. He pulled me down into his lap. Izem came over as Ali was rubbing my back lazily. Izem returned with a small tray with three glasses, two with a dark brown liquid and one with a red liquid. I could guess which was mine. Ali took one of the darker glasses and Izem lifted the red glass to my lips. I sipped at it as he tilted it towards me. Izem set the glass down and then sat beside us, very close to where I was in Ali's lap. He sipped at the dark liquid. It had a very strong alcohol smell. The two of them talked, ignoring me except for Ali's hand on my back. The translator tablet had been left in the other room. Izem leaned forward so he could see Ali and I felt his hand on my back too. I worried that Ali would feel it. It was below his hand, sliding down to cup my bottom. I gave a yelp as he squeezed, but Ali didn't seem alarmed. They kept on talking like nothing was out of ordinary. I dug for Ali's phone from his pocket. "What are we doing?" I typed and showed him his phone. He rolled his eyes and smiled at me, "Relax baby, daddy is here. I just knew you needed me inside you and I thought Izem would like to see how I take my cub so he knows you are in good hands." "Really? That sounds... exciting... Is he ok watching us?" I typed. "If it's ok with you, little cub. Is it not? He knows he cannot have you. I forgot what good friends we were before all of this. He can sit elsewhere if you wish," Ali typed. "Everything is ok then between you both?" I don't know why, but I was very relieved by that. They both nodded to me and Ali leaned up to kiss me as Izem's strong arm rested across my back as he squeezed my ass. "And this is ok with you, little cub?" Ali said nodding between himself and Izem. "Yeah," I typed. "My two lions focusing on me? Hot," I laughed and got a kiss from Ali. Ali pulled me over and onto his chest. My ass raised to the air and my knees rested on either side of his legs on the couch as I bent over him on all fours. My ass was facing Izem and I felt both of his hands on my cheeks, squeezing them. Ali rubbed my back with both of his hands, pushing me down into his chest. His lips were planted on mine so neither of us could see what Izem was doing behind me, but I certainly felt it. He reached around and unbuttoned my shorts and lowered the zipper. It felt intensely dirty being touched that way by another, but with Ali's approval lingering in the air, I didn't protest. In fact, I raised up off my knees so he could slide my shorts down. Something inside me felt incredibly honored to have these two warriors brought together, mending their battle over my small frame. Izem slid my shorts off and I wiggled my ass, covered in small red briefs, towards him. His hands went back to kneading my cheeks, but I felt a strong thumb rub up and down over my hole. Ali seemed oblivious to it as his tongue wrestled my own. His arms wrapped around my back, pressing me down into his chest. I felt his cock poking up in his shorts. His shorts were made of that silky black pant suit material. They did nothing to contain his bulge. I reached under me and fumbled with his belt. I needed that cock out where I could get to it. Izem tugged at my briefs and pulled them down to my knees. My ass was exposed and his hands roughly parted my cheeks and a finger touched at my hole. "Ahhh," I gasped as my full, hard cock sprang from my briefs. Izem rubbed his finger in small, rhythmic circles over my hole. His technique felt strangely familiar and I instantly knew the two lions had truly grown up together in every sense of the term. Ali pushed me off his chest and put his hands on my shoulders to press me down. He sat up and peeled off his tank top and then slipped me out of my hoodie and tank top as well. He seemed completely comfortable seeing Izem behind me, playing with my hole. He said something to him with soft eyes and a smile. He was encouraging him. I was so confused by all of this, but I desperately needed him inside me. That part of me that needed to please my lion took firm control of the wheel in my head. He pushed me farther down and I crawled backwards on my knees until I felt a wet, warm tongue meet my hole. Emerson and the Lion Ch. 10 I was eye level with Ali's bulge. I pulled at the belt and unfastened it and then slid it out from the loops of his shorts. I tossed it over to a waiting chair. I undid his short pants and slid them down. Ali laid back with his arms folded behind his neck. He smiled down at me as I freed his massive cock. He wiggled his ass and the thick, dark snake waved teasingly in front of me. "Uhhh fuhhh," I mumbled as Izem's tongue worked inside me. It was so weird to see Ali in front of me and feel his tongue behind me. The two had identical moves and the tongue inside me seemed completely familiar with my hole. I started to work on Ali's cock as Izem filled me with his tongue. My cock was thumping against my tummy, leaking precum onto the couch. I started to take Ali into my throat. I was getting better at it and I looked up into his eyes to see them roll back and his mouth fall open in ecstasy. His cock pulsed in my throat and I knew I was pleasing him. Izem let his tongue slip out of me and I slid off Ali's cock to turn back and look at him. He raised up and peeled off his shirt and then pushed his shorts off. My eyes doubled when I saw his cock bounce out from a pair of boxers. It was pretty damned impressive. It was nearly the length of Ali's cock, but the real surprise was it's width. It was almost rectangular, like a fat slab of light brown flesh. He stroked it and I was glad my hole didn't choose that cock to own me. I barely had room for Ali. I turned back to see Ali peer down with jealous eyes. He was disappointed I had stopped sucking on him and he didn't like the look on my face from seeing Izem's cock. "Ouch," I mouthed up to Ali and he shrugged and then put his hand on my head to bring me back to his cock. Izem left as I went back to Ali's cock. I felt him return and rub the familiar warm liquid on my hole. My eyes looked up at Ali, he was back to pleasure and his hand rubbed my hair as he shoved into my throat. Izem fingered me as I nursed my lion's life giver. He worked in one and then two. His fingers were thick, almost the same as Ali's. They pried at my hole expertly, knowing where I needed it. My cock was rubbing against Ali's leg. I humped at it lightly, feeling the fur of his calf muscle tickle the shaft. Ali pulled my hair up and my mouth slipped off his hole as Izem was fucking his fingers roughly into me. I looked up at him knowing what he'd want next. He raised up and lifted me into his chest. Izem's fingers slid out of me and I felt empty. Ali laid me down on my back. He raised my legs, secured them behind my shoulders. Izem stood up and handed Ali the lube. Ali slicked his cock and began to slowly slide into my tight, waiting hole. I turned to watch Izem's light-skinned frame of muscles lumber over to the chair. He sat to watch us and stroked his monster. "Ahh!" I was snapped back to reality by Ali sliding into me too quickly. He put a hand to my cheek and turned my eyes back to meet his. "My baby," he mouthed, looking like I needed the reminder. I smiled up at him. He slid deeper into me, each millimeter an excruciating reminder that I was his. I bit on my lip and kept my eyes on his. He held his hand on my jaw as though I were in danger of turning back to watch Izem. My eyes belonged on my lion. I really did want to look at him again. When I saw Ali's eyes flash down to my hole, I stole another glance. Izem was fisting his cock and watching me intently. He saw my eyes and he raised an eyebrow and a smile. I blushed, not sure what modesty I was protecting. I was on full display, so were they. Ali slid in as deep as he knew he could safely venture. I wondered how much he had left, I knew it was probably a lot. He rested a moment, massaging my throat with his hand. I swallowed hard and he gave me a smile. When he started up his rhythm, I felt my cock bumping in time. It always felt so strange, his fucking kept me on the edge of eruption. It was like he knew exactly where to poke inside me to flick the switch to allow me to spurt. My body held out for his approval. He held my face again, our eyes meeting. He was showing off for Izem now, slamming in and out of me too roughly. I kept up though, needing to make him happy. I wanted him proud of me no matter how sore I was. He started to rough fuck me now. He put his hand in the center of my chest, pushing the air out of me as he slammed in and out of me. He was good to not go too far and not to pull out completely, but he was rubbing my pleasure points raw. I didn't last long. His cock his that switch inside me and my dick started to shake and spew. I felt my body writhe under his firm hand holding my chest. I shot over my head, onto my cheek, hit my ear, and even his chest. "Uhhh, fuhhh yah daddy!" I begged and whined for more as he started to speed up inside me. I was shooting all over, unleashing the day's build up. It was so intense. The knowledge that someone was watching us. My original lion, the man for whom I was intended was sitting a few feet away fisting his cock and watching his purchase get used by his best friend. That spun in my head and pushed more cum out of me than I knew my body could make. "Fuck me please!" I whined and begged as I shot uncontrollably. "Fuck yes," Ali mouthed down to me. He took his hand off my chest, releasing me as I shook under him. His left arm came down and slid under my back and lifted me up into his chest. I was on my knees now sweaty chest to slimy chest with my lion. He held me up a little with his hands on my ass. He raised up and shoved his cock into me, holding me still while he bucked his hips. He sped up, so close. I put my lips to his shoulder and chewed and sucked on him to distract from the full, painful feeling of him inside me. He was pounding me. I felt his hot breath against my ears, his sweat was dripping down over me. His chest muscles were tensed as he held me. And then I felt him pause and his hard cock pulsed inside me. I felt his hot juice filling my hole. He shot deep inside me, leaning down to bite on my neck. His hands held me still and he fucked into me slowly now, each shove making his whole body shake uncontrollably. He was burying his seed inside me and I turned to look at Izem. He was finishing as well. He pumped his cock once and a thick glob shot up into the air. He pumped it again and another glob went up and landed on his shoulder. His body shook and our eyes met. He was fighting to keep them open, overcome with the scene in front of him. I wondered then, was he looking at us wanting to be me or wanting to be Ali. It was a weird thought, but it grew in my head as Ali's cock spurted its last into my hole. What lion would agree to see his rightful cub seeded by a usurper. The primal part of me knew that I had chosen wisely by going with Ali. This session had been his way of teaching me that. He was my lion.