Emerson and the Lion Ch. 06

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{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.
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.
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.


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