Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2015 07:32:44 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Emerson and the lion- 4

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{Emerson & the Lion}

4


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.

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.

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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.

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.

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Thanks everyone for the feedback and suggestions! I really appreciate it.

Because you asked, here are some of my character notes:

Ali Hamad- 24, Arab, dark skin, middle son of 5, eyes nearly black,
muscular and tall, 5'11", property and oil businesses, other questionable
activities.


Samir Hamad- 19, Arab, dark skin, youngest son, dark eyes, muscular and
growing, 5'11", business student

Emerson Kelly- 18, Deaf, pale, blue eyes, blonde hair, slim but toned,
5'8", aimless student


Caleb Torino-  18, slight tan, green eyes, darker blonde, semi-muscular,
5'9", student