Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2015 17:12:19 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Emerson and the lion-9

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+{Part 9}+

Ali had sent me home with a trusted friend whom I did not know. He seemed
nice enough and I sat between him and his cub, a tall, pale, brown-haired
boy a few years older than me. We raced home though I couldn't see much
through the dark windows.

Dr. Hamad was waiting for me when the SUV pulled up to the front of Ali's
family home. The lion in charge of taking me home lifted me up onto his lap
as the car stopped. He stepped out of the car and passed me to Dr. Hamad's
waiting arms. I was greeted with an oddly adoring smile from him that
didn't fit the circumstances.

I flung my arms around his neck, needing to be close to Ali's blood line,
my comfort and protection. He pulled me up into his chest just like Ali
always did. Dr. Hamad may be older, but the family's strength training
lifestyle had originated with him. He hugged me to him, easily balancing me
on one arm as I nuzzled my chin against his shoulder, my nose into his
neck. With his free hand he stroked my back, I felt him breathing
comfortable words against my ear.

I didn't turn to see the SUV pull away, but Dr. Hamad paused there for a
minute most likely exchanging words with the lion who'd brought me home.
And then, with a wave of his hand, he carried my whimpering frame into the
house like a sleepy child.

I suddenly realized I was in still dressed in the bunny costume. I'm sure
that was why Dr. Hamad had given me that look like he'd just watched a
kitten climbing out of a tea cup.

He took me up to Ali's boyhood room. He lifted me away from his face and
started talking. I sniffed back tears and shook my head to remind him that
I was deaf. I looked down and saw Kadir pad in behind us with an expectant
panting.

"Oh!" he mouthed with shock and then shook his head with a laugh. He set me
down and held out his hand for me to wait here. He patted my head with a
smile. I nodded and he left the room, closing the door behind him. My mind
reeled with what had happened with Caleb. I knew they were out searching
for him furiously, but Ali's things suddenly seemed like a welcome
distraction.

I hadn't really spent time in there, but Ali let me peek in once before. It
could have belonged to any American teenage jock, the kind of boy who'd
either ignored or bullied me through my grade school years. I could never
imagine being in a room like this, much less having it belong to my love,
my owner, my lion.

Shelves lined with pictures, trophies, awards, it was a shrine to Ali's
legacy. I looked through the frames of his teenage year pictures. He was
always surrounded by guys of equal height and strength. There was not a
single girl in any of them. He was always in the center, the idol, the
leader of the pack.

I fingered his trophies. They were in Arabic, but the little figurines
represented a wrestler, a soccer player, and some sport I didn't recognize,
the man holding a long flat stick towards the ground. I wandered over to a
chest of drawers. It was tall and sturdy dark wood.

I didn't worry about Dr. Hamad finding me snooping. He had told me to wait
in the room, not to avoid looking through his son's things. The top drawer
was socks and boxers neatly folded in expectation of a boy who would never
return to claim them. They hardly looked worn, and the styles seemed to
belong to a version of  Ali forgotten long before I'd met him.

They were all very colorful and youthful, different from the solid colored
more mature styles he usually wore with me. I took one bright neon orange
jockstrap and folded it, setting it on top of the dresser.

The next drawer was old t-shirts. They were all too big for me. As he'd
told me before, he hadn't been my size since he'd hit puberty. I took the
smallest, a worn red t-shirt with a NY Yankees logo on the front. I changed
out of the costume shirt and slipped it on over my head. I left the bunny
ears on top of the chest.

The lowest drawer was pajamas. It made sense to me that his clothes would
be organized in the order in which he dressed. Military-like organization
was something Ali must have been born with. I found a small pair of pajama
pants, blue flannel, well-worn. They must have been his favorites. I
slipped off the little bunny shorts and put them on, feeling myself warm up
in his aura. I slipped the jock into the pocket of the pants for later use.

Dr. Hamad returned and found me looking through photo albums. He saw I had
changed out of the costume. He nodded his head approvingly, but then took
the bunny ear headband from the top of the chest and settled it back into
my hair. He gave me a smile and a kiss on the forehead. He didn't seem the
least bit anxious about the situation.

He was holding his tablet and invited me over to the bed with a gesture of
his hand. I turned to see him closing the door. Before he did, I caught
sight of a bodyguard poised at the door. I swallowed back the anxiety and
followed him to the bed. He stretched out and patted his chest for my head.
I snuggled into his side and he slipped an arm around me as my head rested
on his heartbeat.

"I know you're worried, but I just talked to Ali. Izem does have him. The
boys will retrieve him soon. The police are en route." Dr. Hamad typed.

"What can we do? He's my best friend. If anything happened to him. I don't
even know what I'd tell his parents. I was supposed to keep him safe here."
I replied.

"It is our job to watch over the guests and cubs. Not yours. This is not
your fault. Trust me that he will not be harmed much. Izem is impetuous. I
have already spoken with his father. I'm sure Izem just meant to take you
and give us a scare. He will be dealt with sharply. There is nothing to
worry about. The boys have always fought for top dog. It is what your
people would call a prank." Dr. Hamad assured.

"A prank? I don't think Caleb will think that. He is probably scared to
death! How can you say it is a prank? He's a human being this is
kidnapping!" I was getting angry and forgetting that I was speaking to the
patriarch of the family.

"Technically, it isn't. In this country, cubs like you and Caleb are
legally classified as property. You are Ali's to protect, and he loves you
very much. You are the cub of my child so of course I would do anything to
protect you. But legally Izem will be charged with property theft if it
comes to that." Dr. Hamad typed.

"I am property?" I asked as that word pounded in my brain in swift
repetitions. His arm pulled me in closer as he read it.

"No, sweet one. To Ali, you are everything. You are his baby. To me, you
are my youngest child, so young and fragile, the cub of my cub. You are
just as important as my own children. I would protect you like my own
flesh. But to the law... it is considered theft. You and Caleb are not
citizens... not native sons of Satra," Dr. Hamad typed with shame.

"Theft?? Is that a joke?? What the" I started to type, but Dr. Hamad took
back the tablet.

"You are getting too excited. I am going to give you something to calm you.
Your lion is out bringing back the cub, and this matter will be settled out
of your sight. This is too much for you to comprehend and there is no need
to get emotional. Your friend will be safe. You have my word. Go in there
and take a shower, get ready for bed," Dr. Hamad took the tablet with him
and left again as I padded off to Ali's old bathroom.

Afterwards, I put back on the clothes I had taken from his drawers. I
curled up around the pillow and Kadir came to nuzzle my neck. I pet him and
felt guilt for speaking harshly to Dr. Hamad. He came back with a pill and
some juice for me.

"Sorry," I signed when I saw him and sat up. He just shook his head like it
was ok and I was just some emotional box with a giant stamp across it
reading "fragile."

***************

I woke up later in a different room and a much larger bed. I felt fingers
drumming on my forehead lightly. I followed the arm they were attached to
up to see Zaid, Ali's next youngest brother, smiling down at me. The pill
Dr. Hamad gave me had knocked me out cold and I still felt very happy,
peaceful, dreamy.

Zaid shoved his phone in front of my eyes, but it was too blurry to read. I
shook my head no and started to sit up. I felt an arm slide across my back
and he lifted me up to rest my back against his chest. He wasn't too
terribly larger than me, but his size belied his strength. I felt a warm
heart beating against my back.

He showed me his phone again, this time with larger and thicker font. "It's
my turn to babysit you. How are you feeling?" It read.

"Good, good, good, good, zoom-zoom," was what my fingers typed for a
response.

He laughed as he read it. I felt his chest shake lightly behind me. He
leaned down and kissed my forehead with a wink. I wasn't sure why he was
being so friendly since he'd never so much as looked in my direction.  "You
are drugged up! Such a lightweight little cub. My boys can take two of
those and still pleasure me like beasts."

He waved a hand towards the other side of the room and I saw his two
boyfriends sitting on the couch. They were large, muscled guys wearing
matching pink tank tops that hugged their muscles firmly and small black
workout shorts. They were both playing on their phones, likely awaiting
Zaid's attention.

Zaid was shirtless and I looked down to see a pair of baggy red-black plaid
boxers slung low enough to expose a pink waistband of briefs. He had on red
soccer socks that came up to his knees and showed impressive calf muscles.
His chest was hairless, but toned with a chiseled petite six-pack of abs
that built a brick wall up to his developed pecs. I was nestled into his
warm armpit with my head resting on his shoulder.

"I am not used to pills. Ali keeps me on protein shakes and natural
vegetable supplements mostly," I admitted, more information that he wanted.

"He certainly likes to keep his cub clean and compliant. My boys are
strong, army men. They can handle much more," Zaid beamed as he showed me
what he'd written.

"Where is Ali? Is he here?" I suddenly snapped to the reality of the
situation. "Where am I? Is Caleb back?"

"Calm, little cub. You're in my room. It is very late. If Ali were here,
you would be in your own bed. Do you think he would ever let you out of his
arms after what has happened?" Zaid looked at me like observing an idiot in
his natural habitat. For some odd reason I turned to his chest and sniffed
his cologne. It wasn't feminine, but not Ali's strength either. He smiled
when I did that.

"Can I ask the story of why you have two lions?" I typed, feeling
emboldened by my medicated state.

"I have two cubs. I am the lion. Subduing two strong men doesn't make me
weak. They are just as compliant and obedient as you are, maybe more. Ali
lets you speak too freely. These are my cubs," Zaid seemed.

"But they are so... strong. Army men, right? So there are three lions
sleeping together?" I was confused.

Zaid laughed as he read and then typed, "You really don't understand, do
you? Watch." Zaid lifted his head towards his boys and said something. They
look confused, but stood. One was slightly taller, maybe half an inch. He
turned to the other and put his hands on the straps of the tank top the
other was wearing. He pulled his hands firmly away from each other and the
shirt began to tear in half. He ripped it completely and slid it off.

The other one repeated the action on the taller boy. They then turned,
bare-chested towards Zaid with expectant looks to see if their lion was
pleased. He said something else and they looked slightly puzzled, but then
reached their hands down to push off their black workout shorts in unison.
They stood before us in matching pink briefs with ample bulges that were
beginning to thicken in expectation of where this would lead.

Zaid gave another direction and I saw their hands go to the waistbands of
their briefs. I put a hand up to show that I understood and they paused,
looking to Zaid for further instructions.

"Sure you don't want to see more? They do enjoy each others' bodies quite
well. They enjoy being directed," Zaid said proudly.

"But don't they like to um, you know, put it inside you? Doesn't that make
you feel weak?" I asked.

"Such a simple mind you have. I can see Ali's deep attraction to you. Your
world is very small, very black and white, man and boy, top and bottom. I
enjoy them inside me, it is my pleasure. Sometimes my pleasure comes from
being inside of them. It is whatever pleases me... They used to be lions,
proud men. I plucked them out of the military. They were warriors, but
aimless. They would have settled in with a wife and ten kids. I saved them.
They are loyal to me. They do as they are told and I protect them from
their capricious nature. They are my cubs."

"But Ali says a man gives, a boy receives," I said more than I should have.

"I have plenty to "give" and if I didn't think Ali would be offended, I
would whip it out and show you I have ample supply," Zaid grabbed at his
bulge, his boys looked over anxiously.

"And yet Ali," he typed,  "a warrior man, chose to subdue a small, fragile,
handicapped, American boy who clings to his chest like an infant. While I
have two strong warriors at my fingers. Does this make him more masculine
to choose such easy, simple prey?" Zaid seemed hurt, but still hugged me to
his side protectively.

"I'm not handicapped. I'm deaf. I... I didn't mean to offend you... Ali said I
can't judge other people's lives because they don't mirror my own," I typed
hesitantly.

"Ali is correct. You have much to learn and yet he shields you from it. He
keeps you simple like a pet. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings either. I
didn't mean you were handicapped in a bad way, like mental or something...
But you quote him like his word is the Quran. Do you have thoughts of your
own? You hold him in such high esteem." Zaid typed.

"I have thoughts... I just. I..." I didn't know how to answer that or defend
myself or defend him.

"It's ok, little cub. I don't want you to have to think too much. It might
hurt your brain. I know he loves you deeply. My brother has good intentions
with you. He means well for you. He means for you to be his lifelong cub.
I've never seen him so protective of anyone, so weak with anyone," Zaid
typed.

"Weak? Ali weak? No way. He is the most powerful man I've ever seen. I am
the weak one. I don't know what he sees in me," I laughed at the
suggestion, but felt sad when I completed my thought.

"You hold his heart. You hold his power. You don't realize it, do you? You
have power. He went through a long time of having a different guy every
night, sometimes two or three. He even had my boys one night when he was
lonely and I was traveling. He was lost, missing that thing to hold his
heart. You were that missing piece for him... " Zaid let out a deep breath
as he finished typing.

"A different guy every night?" I typed out and felt my heart wrench. I
flashed to a scene in my head of Ali bouncing his cock into a flipbook of
holes. Dark, light, furry, smooth, muscled, twinkish, reddish, pinkish, my
brain bounced between them, each picture putting a knife into my heart.

"Well... yeah. I mean you didn't think he was a virgin did you? Didn't you
have sex with someone before him? You were a virgin?" Zaid thought I was
being dumb again.

"No. I didn't. He was my first. I mean I knew I wasn't his first, he's so
good at it and makes me feel so... er that's inappropriate to talk about with
you I guess. but... the things we do together feel like no one has ever done
them before... you know?"  I said with increasing sadness.

"Yeah, I do know. It's called love. Choice led him to a silent, fragile
virgin. Love let you overlook his obvious experience. Love demands he does
unreasonable things to protect you. Your love makes him go out in the
middle of the night to search for your friend. Yes, you do have power... "
Zaid pulled me in closer to him. I turned into him so my cheek was on his
chest. He smiled down at me.

His chest, though small like my own, was powerful like a younger Ali. I
watched his belly button rise and fall with his breathing. I closed my eyes
against his chest, feeling the sleepiness from the pill again. He stroked
me slowly and I felt his hand wander down to cup my bottom like Samir had
liked to do. These Hamad boys certainly felt free to explore each other's
cubs. I wondered what Ali had looked like when he fucked Zaid's cubs and
why Zaid had shared them so freely. Would Ali share me?

*********

I woke up with the sunrise. Ali had me balanced on his chest hugging me to
him. My mouth rested against his bare shoulder. His flesh tasted salty with
sweat, but warm, so warm. He was carrying me into our little house. I kept
still to keep the illusion that he had successfully transported me without
waking me. I knew that was important to him and he needed a win right now.

He laid me gently down on the bed and I opened my eyes to see him lumber
off towards the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts. I had somehow gotten a
full night's sleep and I wondered where Caleb was. But I knew that if he
was here then so was Caleb. He wouldn't come home without him.

I thought back to my late-night conversation with Zaid. I tried hard to
push away the image that flooded my brain. It was Ali pumping away at
someone's hole while a pile of discarded men lay behind him, a trash heap
of conquests. It was most disturbing because atop the pile was me, looking
lifeless with blue skin and purple lips.

No, I shook my head. That wasn't right. Ali came out from the bathroom a
few minutes later. He was naked with a towel slung over one dark muscled
shoulder. He was wiping drops from his chest and paused when his eyes
caught mine open. He smiled weakly at me looking exhausted.

He came to the bed without dressing, his thick flaccid cock swinging
impressively between his thighs as though it were perfectly natural for it
to be that large. He knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss
my wiggling toes. His cock spread out against the comforter, too exhausted
to be aroused. His eyes peered upwards to meet mine. I returned his smile
and laughed, pulling my feet away from his tickling lips.

"My Baby," he mouthed as he lifted his head. He crawled up the bed and laid
beside me. I looked over at him and he drew me to his chest. I thought of
Zaid, how he would treat a hulking, adoring mass like Ali. He would subdue
him, I had no such pretense of control. Ali reached for his phone with one
hand as he snuggled me into his chest with the other.

He set the phone on his chest and reached down to scratch his nuts, pushing
his dark snake to the side to rest against his thigh. I reached down for
it, feeling my hole begin to twitch hungrily.

"Did you sleep, my little one?" he typed and showed me, pushing my hand
away from his third leg.

"Yes sir. How is Caleb?" I asked.

"He will be ok. He needs to rest and Samir needs to hold him. I'm sure they
will spend the day in bed... we will too in case you were wondering. I'm
sorry for what happened to him, but I felt relieved that it wasn't you," he
admitted.

"What happened to Izem?" I inquired.

"We will speak of it later. Right now I need to rest and I need you here
with me. You're wearing my old clothes. You look adorable in them, but
what's with my old jock in your pocket?" Ali asked with a smirk. He knew I
had rifled through his things. He didn't seem angry about it.

"Oh uh," I looked down and saw the straps had slid out. Neon orange is a
hard color to hide. "I went through your drawers. Don't be mad."

"I have nothing to hide from you, not anymore," Ali assured and gave me a
happy yawn. He pulled a blanket from the side of the bed and spread it out
over us. I was sad to see his cock go, but I knew he needed sleep.

He turned on the tv for me. He put on the nature dvd that was in the player
and turned the volume off since I didn't need it. He turned me on my side,
pushed my stuffed lion into my chest, and handed me the tablet with my
arabic lessons to work on while he slept.

He put a closed bottle of water on the pillow next to me and remembered to
loosen the cap a little so I could get it open. Lastly, he put a small bag
of almonds next to the water in case I got hungry. Even exhausted, he
planned for every need I might have while he slept.

He slid up behind me, wrapped his arms around me snugly, and nuzzled his
lips into the back of my neck. His body, though naked, radiated warmth
through me. I reached behind me and felt his cock resting against my
bottom. I stroked it with a finger, feeling it awaken slightly and fill
out.

Ali pushed my hand away and reached in front of my face, making an L with
his thumb and index finger. He flipped it forward to show the sign for
"later." He pulled me back against him and tucked his cock between the
cheeks of my ass. I wiggled happily and then let him sleep.

In my little playpen of his arms, I worked through some arabic lessons. I
watched the dvd of the lions I had seen way too many times. I ate a few
almonds and sipped at the water as I felt his rhythmic hot breath blowing
against my neck intermittently. I felt his chest rise and fall with sleep
against my back. The rhythms lulled me into a nice dream.

**********

I woke up with an almond next to my nose. It was the first thing I smelled.
Ali was gone from the bed and I sat up to stretch and caught sight of him,
still naked, eating a plate of food on the counter. His back was turned to
me and his thick, powerful, furry dark ass muscles flexed as he shifted his
weight from right to left leg.

He turned to check on me and then brought his plate to the bed. He sat down
next to me and offered me a forkful of rice and lamb. We chewed in sync and
then he smiled and kissed my forehead softly. Something about my forehead
attracted these Hamad men. I guessed it was my best feature or maybe they
really did all see me as a child. Compared to them, I was.

We finished the food and he didn't bother to dress. I thought he was
reaching for my tablet to tell me what had happened with Caleb and Izem,
but he just tossed it aside on the bedside table and then did the same with
my almonds and water bottle.

*************

He came back for me, reached into my pocket and pulled out the neon orange
jockstrap I'd taken from his old room. He held it up and then smiled at me
as though seeking approval. I nodded eagerly and my cock sprang to life
inside his old pajama pants.

He stepped into it and started to slide it up, but he had added a few years
and layers of muscle since it last fit. It stretched and protested as he
pulled it over his thighs and tested its limits on his thick bubbled ass.
He slid it up and his cock was beginning to thicken. I watched it snake
down his thigh, completely bypassing the little pouch.

It looked ridiculous on him, but also insanely hot. I was sure we would
have to cut it off him. He started trying to stuff it into the pouch, but I
got up on my knees and crawled over with my mouth open and needy.

He forgot about the tight jock for a minute when he saw my lips part and my
tongue extend. He put his thumb to my mouth and I sucked it in while he
stroked himself. There was never a need for him to waste energy petting his
own cock. I would have done it until he'd had enough for a lifetime.

He poked his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it, swirling my tongue
around it, doing my best to gain his approval and earn my prize. I was so
hard and wanted to reach down to free my cock, but I knew he would do that
when it was time. Everything was on his time. Ali knew best.

His free hand stroked my hair as he pushed his thumb in and out of my
suctioning lips. His other thumb came down to my forehead and he pushed it
up for me to look him in the eyes. His face was absent a smile. He looked
serious, intentional, ready to breed his cub.

His thumb popped out of my lips, leaving a trail of spit that he brought to
his cock. He gripped it and stroked a few times, shining the shaft with my
saliva. He wagged it in front of my face and touched it to my lips. I
sprang eagerly towards it with parted lips, but he brushed it against my
nose and retreated, holding my head back with the thumb of his free hand.

I looked up at him and whimpered, "Pease!" I spoke. "Pease gib," I fumbled
for speech. I didn't care what trick he wanted me to do, speak, roll over,
play dead. I needed his cock. I'd do anything.

He gave an approving smirk and his eyes softened. He leaned down and lifted
my chin with his finger, mouthing "So cute."

He pushed me up and raised my arms, sliding his old t-shirt off of me. He
lifted me to stand on the bed and pushed his pajama pants down to my
ankles. I stepped out of them and he tossed his old clothes across to the
couch. I still had on the little pair of briefs from last night's costume,
but he pulled them off of me and tossed them too. I sank back to my knees,
waiting for his cock.

Ali took the little headband bunny ears from the bedside table and secured
it into my hair using the little silver barrette clip. The ears had wires
in them to make them stand up straight, but one had bent. He fixed it and
then traced a finger down my cheek before leaning down to kiss me.

"My baby," he mouthed admiringly as our lips parted. I felt really very
loved and special right now. It was all very Hallmark, but honestly the
only thing I cared about right now was his fat monster cock lodging deeply
in the hole of his choice. Mouth, ass, nose, ear, whatever he prefered, I
just needed him inside me.

"Pease!" I begged again, whining for him to get on with it. "Pease Dah-ee"

Ali took the hint. He pushed me back against the bed and knelt down over my
thin, white torso. His knees on either side of my chest, I was looking up
at the massive meat I lived for.

He pointed it down towards my lips and put one hand under my neck to angle
my head up. My eyes looked up as the giant head came towards me with his
intense stare from behind it.

"Uhh," I whined as he pushed the tip past my lips. It was already leaking
salty pre-cum. We'd had plenty of sex the day before, but with all that
happened, it felt like an eternity of urgency had built up in both of us.
He pushed into me too fast and too far. I gagged and sputtered around the
thick pole. I felt his juice leaking down my throat as my tongue circled
around his invading meat.

He started to gag me as he pushed in and out of my lips. I was sputtering
for air, but I had begged for this and I wanted him. He sped up, filling me
with the meatwad as I tried to keep my teeth out of the way. My tongue was
sliding underneath his shaft tasting his salty sweat peek out.

He rammed it in a little too far and my body reacted as he touched the back
of my throat. I flailed under him, but he kept going, knowing my reflexes
would subside. I was breathing deeply out of my nose as spit leaked out
over my chin and onto his balls. They kept hitting against my face as he
slammed into me.

"Uhhh" I finally begged, feeling the air press out of me and he relented,
pulled out and checked that I was ok. I gasped for air, my face red and
tears coming down my cheek. He looked a little worried, but I forced a
smile to him. My only hope of keeping a beast satisfied was to toughen up.
I didn't want him taking it too gently on me.

He put a hand to my cheek and smacked my face playfully with a smile. It
was his way of saying, "Ahh, you're ok." I beamed at him, wanting to make
him proud of me.

He traced a finger around my chin to collect all the saliva and scooped it
back up into my mouth. I sucked on his finger. He leaned down over me and
parted my lips. He touched his tongue to his lips, scooping out his own
saliva and then let it drip down into my mouth. I tasted the salt from the
lunch we'd eaten. I know it sounds gross, but it was another reminder that
I was his.

He leaned down and kissed me, putting a hand to my throat and massaging it
gently with his thumb to ease my swallowing. His tongue parted my lips and
entered me, wrestling my own tongue into submission.

Raising back up, he flipped me over onto my tummy as I squirmed between his
legs. He walked backwards on his knees and I felt his soft kisses down the
center of my back. He stopped just above my ass and I felt him switch from
lips to tongue. A wet trail formed down between my cheeks as he licked his
way to my hole.

His rough hands parted my cheeks and I arched my back, pushing my ass up
towards his face in anticipation. His tongue found my hole and roughly
pushed its way inside me. I squirmed and moaned as he did what lions do. He
licked me out, glossing over a million little pleasure points.

"Uhh Dah-ee Uhh Fuh" I screamed into the pillow as he worked his magic
inside me. My body tensed and jerked as his hands roughly massaged my lower
back. My cock was rock hard and pushing up against the comforter.

He started to work a finger into me. We'd had a few days of playing so it
slid in somewhat easily. He dug at me, rougher this time. I pushed back,
wanting more of him inside me. He slicked another finger with his spit and
added it to the mix, pulling his fingers apart to open me up for him. I
started to fuck myself on his fingers until he finally just held them still
while I bucked.

"Uhhh, Fuhhh, YAHHH!" I screamed, throwing back my head to look at him. He
was pumping his cock with one hand and riding his baby with the other. He
looked at me hungrily.

"Fuhh Me! Pease!" I begged and he nodded, reaching for the lube as I
continued pushing back against his fingers.

He slicked his cock up and got back on top of me. He could have put his
whole hand inside me and it still never prepared me for that thick monster
he carried around in his pants. The tip pushed against my ever-needy but
never-ready hole.

He pushed it in forcefully, not far, but just enough to elicit a scream
from me. He held it there for me to get used to and he leaned down to kiss
the back of my neck. "Shhhh," I felt him breath against my ear to calm me.
I wanted desperately to hear him, his calming words, his sexual grunts. It
was a useless wish, but his body did its best to settle me and open me to
him.

He pushed more in, slowly inch by inch. I wondered if we would ever reach a
day where he could just shove into me without the intense pain. But I'd
been filled by him enough to know the pleasure was worth it.

I breathed deeply and tried to open for him as he slid in more. My heart
started to flutter as he filled me. His cock pushed all the right buttons
in my elevator of pleasure. My body relaxed into his protective arms and he
slid in as far as he could go. I knew it wasn't all of it, I wasn't built
for that. But I took as much as I could.

He pulled me back against his chest, turning my head so our eyes could
somewhat meet. His tongue touched my lips and I let it in. We made out for
a few minutes while my body adjusted to his. He kissed me roughly,
urgently, to say, "C'mon baby, open for me. I need this."

I felt him start to slide out of me and had that momentary panic of loss
until he slid back in. He started to fuck into me easily, slowly. He held a
firm hand in the center of my chest while another held on to my shoulder.
He let my head fall as he pushed back off of me. My forehead was against
the pillow and I looked back to see my comparatively tiny cock bounce each
time he slid into me.

He was on his knees now, behind me, his hands raced down to hold my hips.
He held me firmly and started to fuck me like a lion. He built up speed and
I bit on my lip hard to not cry out in pain. I was gasping for air again to
soothe myself. My cock was bouncing wildly as he started to fuck me harder.

He was ramming into me, holding my hips and occasionally swatting my ass.
He was owning his cub. Without thinking, I sucked my own thumb for comfort
as he rammed ten pounds of meat into a five pound case.

"Uhh Uhh Uhh" I whined as he kept it up. My cock was still rock hard and
the pleasure feelings were starting to return.

He pushed my back down until my tummy hit the comforter. I felt his weight
come down on me and his teeth brush against my neck as he started to ram
into me fully. He turned my head to the right to look at me again, but he
wasn't checking to see if I was ok. His need had overtaken his protective
nature and he just wanted to stare into my eyes, the face that pleased him,
as he took what was his.

"Uhhhhh" I felt my cock tense up as it poked against the comforter. I knew
I was going to spray the bed again, but Ali didn't turn me over. He just
kept ramming in to me.

"Uh Fuh Yeah Peabe! Me! Uh!" I mumbled nonsense and my body tensed up. My
hole clamped down on his shaft and I started to fire off, coating the bed
and my tummy with built up juice.

I was halfway through my eruption when I felt him push me down a little too
roughly and he slid his cock in farther than it should have gone. I felt
his body tense and shake as he started to fill me. He was breeding his boy
and planting his seed deep inside.

"UHHH!" I screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. I felt his hot cum
firing off inside me and I wondered where it would go. It was buried so
deep I doubted it would ever find its way out.

I felt his teeth on my shoulder as he fucked me quickly, releasing all of
his juice into his cub. I winced as he bit down on me while shooting the
last of his load into me. He felt my reaction and pulled his mouth off my
shoulder. It felt like a sunburn.

His body relaxed onto mine, his sated meat still lodged deep inside me. He
leaned up off of me, supporting himself on his elbows. His hand pulled my
cheek up to face him,

His eyes looked guilty. He awakened to the fact that he'd lost control of
his beast and now the daddy side of him checked me for damage.

"Ok?" he said hesitantly, thumbing at my cheek tenderly.

I nodded, lying. I felt like a ton of bricks had slammed into me. I was
sore and my chest hurt from the lack of air and heavy pressure. I swallowed
and felt my ears pop. I feigned a smile that didn't fool him.

He raised up off of me and his cock slid out of me slowly. I felt a sudden
sense of empty loss until he lifted me off the bed and up into his strong
arms. He didn't care that I was dirty and covered in cum. He scooped me up
like a child and carried me off to the bathroom, pausing momentarily to
grab his cellphone. I knew he would type out instructions for maid service.

He deposited me in the tub and turned on the hot water. He went to the
cabinets and brought back what looked like a small tennis ball shaped rock.
He tossed it in beside me and it instantly started to spark and fizz. I
scooted away from it like some sort of dark magic, unsure what it was. That
brought a laugh from him and he just shook his head.

He got us towels from the cabinet and set them on the counter before
walking back towards me. I saw his cock dangle happily with streaks of
white cum down the side of the shaft. Cum was still leaking slowly out of
his cock as he stepped into the tub. I grabbed for it and gave it one good
pump. I was rewarded by a pearl of his seed forming at the head. I wiped at
it with my finger.

He sat in the tub and pulled me back against him. The ball was
disappearing, leaving a scent of jasmine and thick foam on top of the
water. I settled onto his chest and he bathed me.

************

"So?" I typed eagerly as we shared a steak for dinner. "What happened?!?!"

"Izem had him. He wanted to negotiate some kind of trade of you for Caleb.
I told him I could care less what he did with Caleb." Ali typed back while
chewing meat.

"What? Why? That's No!" I looked at him furiously.

"I know I know, but it was the only way. He wouldn't even let us in to see
him. We had to get our fathers to broker the whole thing. He was such a
pussy, wouldn't even come out and face me."

"What did the police do?" I typed.

"Police?" Ali raised an eyebrow to me, "No, no police. That would
complicate things. I just wanted Caleb back safely. Our fathers finally
reached a compromise. Izem's father has a hard time saying no to him, it's
why he's such an asshole."

"Com...pro...mise?" I didn't like where this was going.

"Don't worry babe. Nothing bad," Ali assured and shoved a forkful of salad
into my mouth. "We're going to meet tonight. You are to come too. Izem gets
to talk to you, explain his bullshit story and then it's up to you. Once
you tell him no, that you love me, would die for me, can't live without me,
crave me every moment, live for my cock," Ali laughed. "Once you make that
decision between me or... him. Once you do that and say that you choose me
of your own free will then he is bound by the agreement to never seek you
out or speak to you or even look at you again."

"I have to see him? What if he hurts me?" I asked.

"He won't hurt you, I'll be right outside with my dad and his. It will just
be you and him talking. I'll be watching on the camera screen. If he even
touches you I will be in that room and we will leave. That's the agreement.
He is just to talk to you, present his whiny little case. Once that is done
then we will all be together and you make your decision. You just say `I
choose Ali to be my lion, my wonderful all-powerful, hugely endowed,
massive cocked lion.' or something along those lines. You just say it and
then he will be gone forever." Ali seemed so sure that this would go
easily.

"And what if I said I wasn't sure?" I returned his joke since he was having
so much fun pumping himself up... But he didn't think it was funny. His
face suddenly darkened.

"You would break my heart forever into a million tiny specks of dust," he
said with absolute seriousness. "Please choose me. You hold my heart. It
lives only in your hands. Please keep it safe."

"I... of course. I was just joking. I... sorry sir," I swallowed a bite of
tomato and coughed as it eased down my throat.

He nodded, kissed me, and scratched his nuts again.
********

Please let me know what you think! One more chapter to go in this story...
probably.
-Emri