Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 14:11:44 -0700 From: Emri S. Subject: Emerson and the Lion- 10 I hope you enjoyed this story! Let me know what you think: tarzanacide@gmail.com Please support nifty! +{Part 10}+ Something about anxiety makes me intensely hungry for Ali's cock. That's probably not the best reaction in an emergency situation. Where most would run from a burning building or take shelter under a table during an earthquake, I would look around desperately for his lap to satisfy my twitching hole. And sure enough, as he drove me to meet up with Izem, to face the lion for whom I was originally procured, I couldn't help myself from reaching for his hand. I sucked his finger into my mouth with an exaggerated slurping noise. He smiled at me oddly and said to the text translator on his dashboard, "Later, little cub. After this is over I will fill you like you need. I know you are hungry for daddy." I nodded, returning his smile, but still leaned over to put my head against his shoulder and let my hand rest on his bulge. It was a breezy, mild night and Ali dressed me in white shorts and a black tank top with a red heart in the center. Across the heart were white letters spelling out "Ali's Boy." Over that he put me in a thin white hoodie to keep the chill, and Izem's eyes, off my skin. Ali didn't bother with underwear, but instead wore a pair of tight black shorts that looked like business pants cut and hemmed at mid-thigh. Over them, He had on a thin, white, semi-transparent shirt that showed just enough skin to make you stare at his dark nipples. He had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked sexy as hell as it barely contained his muscles. I was just leaning in to bite his nipple through his shirt when he pulled into a parking garage and whipped into a spot beside his father's SUV. He turned off the engine and let out a sigh. He turned to me, lifted my chin so our eyes met and I watched his face darken and his shoulders sink. "We will go in, be polite, exchange pleasantries. Izem will kiss you on the cheek or forehead, it is just how we greet. Our fathers will go over what is to take place and then Izem will be allowed to say his peace to you. You do not need to respond to anything at all unless I or my father directs you to. It will show your loyalty and deep respect if you look to my father when you are asked a question. He will signal you when to respond. Do you understand?" Ali said to the text translator. I nodded and then waited for him to come and open my door. He led me to an elevator and pressed the top floor. I walked into his chest and he slid his arms around me, looking down at me with an unconvincing smile. The doors opened to a wide lobby with black marble floors and a wall of windows overlooking the darkened sky. Ali took my hand and led me across the floor and through two glass doors. Down a long corridor of cubicle offices and around a corner was a long, glass-walled conference room. I saw three men waiting for us around a large metal table. Behind them was a wall of windows and I could see the million little city lights that stretched from the sea to the hills. Izem stood with a smile when he saw me. He had on a tight blue polo shirt that hugged his muscles nicely and was unbuttoned to show a furry chest peeking out. He had on khaki shorts that were also tight, showing his hard ass and strong thighs. His furry legs looked like Ali's, but his skin was a few shades lighter. We stared at each other for a moment and a hopeful smile crept across his face. He knew I was impressed with his body, it was like someone had made a replica of Ali but used lighter paint. But his face was different. His nose smaller, eyes not quite as wide, smile warmer, height a little taller. I felt a pang of guilt for making a mental comparison chart between the two. Ali pushed me in front of him and towards a man I didn't know. It must have been Izem's father. He seemed young, very fit, had beautiful green eyes. I reached a hand towards him to shake, but he pulled me in for a hug and kissed me on each cheek. He smiled at me warmly as he half released me. I felt a strange buzz between us like we'd met before. My head relaxed against his shoulder before he let me go. Izem came towards me next. He put his hands on my shoulder and looked me up and down slowly with a slight look of frustration. He looked past my shoulder and said something not meant for me. I turned to look at Ali just as Izem pulled me in for a hug. He was taller than Ali and my head fit right against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up to see his lips moving, still talking to someone. I looked back at Ali as Izem released me. His fists balled at his side and he was looking away. His eyes turned back to me with an icy glare. Our eyes locked and his glare melted away. He saw my eyes, knew how uncomfortable, scared, anxious I was. I wanted to go to the car right now and go home. "I go home please," I signed to him and his eyes sank with guilt. "Sorry, can't right now," he signed back to me and ended with "I love you." I nodded, understanding. The two older men took seats along the side of the table closest to the wall. Izem would be at the head. He pulled out the seat next to his and offered it to me. But Ali came from behind me and put an arm across my stomach, pulling me down into his lap as he sank into the next chair over. Now it was Izem's turn to fume as Ali pulled me back against his chest and put his chin on my shoulder and his arms tight around my waist. It didn't feel good to me at that moment. I loved his attention and would normally beg for it. But here in this war with Izem it seemed less about love and more about spite. Izem set up a tablet on a little easel on the tabletop in front of me. He hit a few little buttons and a blue screen popped up. "This is so you can understand everything. Is it working?" Izem asked and his words danced across the screen. I nodded. Dr. Hamad spoke then. He went over everything Ali had told me about what would happen here. He asked if I understood and I nodded again, but he said I have to actually state yes or no. "Yeh," I croaked out and got an adoring look from Izem. I felt Ali's body tighten his grip on mine. Speaking was something I only did in private with him and even then it was a rare occasion. "Ok then, if you have no more questions then we will leave you two to it. right?" Dr. Hamad said to his son and his gaze looked threateningly towards Ali. He knew Ali didn't want to leave me here and I didn't really want to be left. The two older men moved towards the door and Ali turned me in his lap to face him. "Ok?" he signed. I shrugged, not sure how to answer that. I wanted this whole thing over with and I decided the best way was to do it cleanly, bite the bullet. I nodded and started to push myself off of his lap, but his arms held me. Instead of letting me go, he stood and hugged me to his chest, kissing me dramatically and overemphasizing how great his control and care was. He finally set me down and I looked past his shoulder to see his father looking at him angrily. Ali looked down into my eyes and kissed my forehead gently. "My baby," he mouthed. And then he left. I was halfway between the door and Izem. I turned to see Ali leave and through the glass I watched him take a seat with Dr. Hamad and Izem's father. They were all watching us expectantly. I felt like a tiger at the zoo behind a thick glass wall. I had a quick second thought about all this, and put my palm towards the glass and Ali jumped up ready to rescue me and said something to his father. Dr. Hamad simply reached for his wrist and pulled him back down to take a seat. I swallowed hard and felt a chill in the room. I hugged my hoodie around me and turned to see Izem looking at me nervously. He pointed to the seat next to him and signed, "please, sit." He didn't seem as scary or harsh as the first time I'd met him, the time he put his hands on me and scolded me for not being submissive to my lion. It wasn't an order. It was an invitation. I nodded and slid in hesitantly. Izem slid the tablet closer so he could see it. "You are scared of me?" he asked. I nodded and typed, "Yes sir. Very much so. You were mean the first time we met." I admitted more than I should have, but with these men there was no need to pretend I had any power. Like a duck saying "quack," it was assumed that I was helpless. "That's not how I wanted things to go. I am sorry for that meeting. I was angry and knew he had twisted everything. He'd lied to us both. I'm sure he has told you all kinds of bad things about me, but please promise to listen and really think about what I say. Can you promise me that, sweet boy?" Izem said to the tablet. I nodded again, feeling a slight relaxation set in as his lips spread to a warm smile. Izem pulled out a white cardboard file box and set it on the table next to him. He opened it and took out a file and showed me papers. "This is my file on you. I had investigators put it together when we first found you. I was so sad to read everything that had happened to you. I wanted so much to help your situation. It's why I got you the scholarship and picked out clothes for you for here at the university." Izem began. "You did that? I thought it was just part of the program. No wonder my roommate seemed so jealous of everything I got. I thought it was just the standard deal everyone on scholarship had. You did all that?" I typed. "Of course! I wanted you to be without worry for anything. I wanted you to be a normal college kid. I wanted you to make friends, be goofy, sneak alcohol, do what kids your age should do. I did it so you could see what it felt like to just focus on your studies without a worry in the world," Izem said and reached across the table where my hand rested. "I wanted so much for you, Emi. Your school records showed you had so much promise in writing and the arts. Are you doing anything with that? You have gifts that need to be developed. Are you even going to classes anymore?" "I... yes, somewhat. Ali had to fix my classes for me so I could pass," I admitted. "You didn't need that, you are perfectly brilliant. You just needed to be on campus and focused. You have so much potential and I wanted you to fulfill it... or at least explore it.." Izem looked at me with sad eyes and reached a hand to cup my cheek. His palm was warm, a little sweaty. Izem quickly turned his head to the side and I followed his gaze to see Ali right up against the glass pointing a finger at him threateningly. I remembered he said I wasn't to be touched. Izem rolled his eyes and gave me a half smile with a shake of his head. "He is so afraid of losing you. I guess I would be too," he said. "I am still taking classes. Next semester I will be back on track!" I typed defensively. "What makes you think he will let you? Has he even mentioned picking out classes or your degree plan? You don't have one on file. And what about friends? By now you should be making all kinds of friends. They have other deaf students on campus. Did he tell you that? It was recommended by your counselor who you haven't gone to see since the first week of school!" Izem said. "I don't really get a chance to meet other people. We're currently very busy running from a guy who keeps trying to kidnap me," I typed. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't trying to kidnap you... But you were mine first. You were stolen from me, not from Ali. I was trying to rescue you. And when you missed your appointment with the ear specialist I thought something had happened to you. Why did you choose not to go?" Izem was getting frustrated with me. "What ear doctor?" I typed slowly, checking over my shoulder to see Ali sitting in the other room with his arms folded and his eyes on us. He leaned his head towards me and signed, "ok?" I nodded. "Are you kidding me? No, of course you're not," Izem sighed and shook his head, eyes suddenly filling with pity. "He didn't tell you about it at all, did he? Back when I was watching you in Los Angeles... I got your medical records and sent them to an ear specialist in Geneva. He said there is a new surgery that might correct your hearing. It's still new, but he agreed he would come here and look at you. He was hopeful that you would be ideal for the surgery. He didn't mention any of this?" I shook my head and felt my face flush red. I wanted to look back at Ali, but I knew I couldn't hide my anger and confusion. I knew he would race in here and I Wanted to hear what else Izem had to say. "If things went well, I thought we could go to Geneva for your surgery and recover there. I wanted to be the first voice you heard when it was over. I gave him all of the information just before I went to see you at the resort. That was the first time I got to talk with you. You looked so scared. I thought maybe he had told you about the surgery and you didn't want it. "No," I typed, "He didn't mention any of it. He said you were a bad man who had many cubs and would hurt me. I didn't even know you existed until I saw you at the resort." "No, Ali was supposed to tell you all about me, tell you all of the things I did to prepare for you. He told me he did that the first few days you were getting to know each other. That was what he was doing, watching you and looking out for you while I was away. Then when you got hurt, he said his father wouldn't let you have any visitors. I tried to come see you. They didn't let me in the gate. It's why I had to sneak to see you at the resort. Ali told me you were damaged, maybe wouldn't even walk." Izem was getting angry. I saw a vein in his thick, muscular neck throbbing. I reached over and touched his hand. "I'm sorry... You are hurt. He says you have many cubs in different cities. He just has me," I typed. I couldn't think of what to say or what to believe. It was all just two completely opposite sides of a coin I didn't ask for. "Many cubs? That's not even how this works. One at a time is the arrangement. That's what he told you? I'm afraid to ask what else he told you. So many lies, Emi. To you, to me, to the associates. He was claiming my business deals were his. It's amazing what he will do to win," Izem shook his head. "None of this bothers you? You had EVERYTHING stolen from you. Your chance to learn, to be a normal college guy, to get your hearing fixed, to grow up. Didn't you have a dream? Didn't you ever want to be a fireman or army soldier? What about your writing? Your high school counselor said you excelled at it. Have you kept up with it? Does Ali even know the things you are good at? Does he even care?" "He didn't even give you a choice on your hearing loss. Doesn't that make you wonder what he doesn't want you to hear? Why he wants to control your information? He stole your choices, Emi and you really don't seem upset in the least about any of it." Izem fumed. He looked into my eyes with confusion as though he were asking, "Is anyone in there? Anyone at home?" "I am... upset. I just. I don't know. This whole thing is so confusing and I don't know what to believe or whom to trust here. Ali has been so kind to me and he's loved me like no one ever has. He was the first to make me feel things. My heart, my skin, my... bottom. I love him so much. It's so hard to listen to these things and believe them. It's not the lion I know," I typed and started to sniff back tears. Izem reached for a box of kleenex from the side table and handed one to me. I blew my nose and wiped the few tears away. He held up another and dabbed at my cheek. I was sure Ali was behind me, ready to break the glass. I didn't dare turn to look. "I don't want to upset you," Izem began, "That's not what I'm here to do. Look... You love him. I lost that battle before I even got a chance to fight. I could have made you so happy and you me. It's not hard to see why you didn't even last a week without me here. If it weren't him, someone else would have stolen you." "Your heart is his, and honestly, he is crazy about you. I have seen him go through boys like... this tissue," Izem picked up my used kleenex and tossed it to the trash. "But with you he seems transformed, protective, tamed. It's honestly the first time I've ever seen him in love. We grew up together... used to be best friends. I didn't think anyone could ever tame him. There is a bond between you two that I envy." He turned back to me sadly, "I'm not here asking you to choose me. That wouldn't be fair. I'm asking you to choose yourself. Stand up and if you need to, I will be there to help you do it." "Right now your world is so simple, so controlled," he continued. "It feels great right now to be adored and provided for. You're so young and it seems so simple. Everything is right in place forever and always... But the more of yourself you give away, the fewer options you have when you're older. Cubs grow up, sweet one. No one is a puppy forever. What will you have then? No education, no job skills, no options. Will it be enough then to just be his houseboy who raises his children and says yes because he has lost memory of the word no?" "Yes, Emi, I would have loved to be your man, to raise you properly and help you grow. I would have done everything that didn't hold you back. I would have disciplined you like a proper cub but also built you up to know your value, seek your passions... But you already chose Ali. I can't change that. I wouldn't want to disrupt your happiness. But please, don't forget to also choose Emi," Izem finished. I nodded. I was numb. An information bomb had been dropped on my candy land and I needed to process it. I drew my knees up into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I felt my heart pumping in my ear and read the last line several times in my head. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Izem said with a sudden smile as he grabbed my hand excitedly. That apparently drew another angry knock on the glass from Ali because I saw Izem jump and give an annoyed look over his left shoulder. He rolled his eyes and gave me a wink. He reached for the box again and pulled out a small, wrapped gift. "This belongs to you. I wrapped it just so Ali could see you open a gift from me and burn with jealousy," He said with a laugh. I carefully peeled at the wrapping and found a brown paper box. Inside was a small, faded blue stuffed bear. It was about three inches long and had a broken keychain attached to its head. It felt like it was stuffed with little bean pellets. On its chest it had the LA Dodgers logo. I turned it over in my hand and then caught sight of the made in China tag. Over it in permanent marker was written, "EAK." My initials brought back a flood of memories. ********** In 8th grade I was assigned one of those "big brothers", a volunteer mentor named Mark. He was a college student and learning sign language. I didn't understand my feelings for him, but now I could sort out that I had a gigantic crush. He was beautiful, athletic, and treated me like the brother I'd always wanted. He took me to a Dodgers game for our third visit. He had the hardest time explaining the game to me, but I just loved being next to him. I loved the way he leaned over me with his arm across the back of my chair and tried to show me what was going on as we shared a plastic hat full of chili fries. I didn't understand a word and his sign language wasn't that great, but I didn't ever want it to end. After the game he took me to the fan shop to get me a hat, but there were too many people looking at them. He waved his hand around the store and signed that I could pick anything. People didn't get me gifts unless they were donated in a toy drive or from some church group trying to make themselves feel better. It wasn't something I was used to. I picked the small keychain bear by the register. "That?" He signed with surprise. He tried to point me to the bigger bears or a baseball bat, but I shook my head and held on to it with a smile. He shrugged, ruffled my hair and took it to pay for it. When we got to his car, he took a marker out of his backpack and wrote my initials on it. From then on I kept it in my pocket, clipped to a belt loop. I'd take it out whenever he wasn't around and I needed to feel him. I'd remember that I had a friend. Someone cared about me. He took me to his family's house for holidays and they were all so nice and welcoming. None of them knew sign language, but they tried to make me feel normal. I got to see how regular people were, like a TV family. And then one day he said he was graduating and moving to San Francisco for a job. It was just before my 14th birthday. He had promised to take me to Magic Mountain. He said he had to leave that weekend and he shoved a little wrapped gift at me. I didn't open it. I just started crying. We were sitting in his car outside my group home. He had waited until he dropped me off after our day of hiking a trail near the Hollywood sign. "No please," he was getting good at signing. "Don't cry please. I'm sorry. We can email and I'll be here for holidays. I promise I will make it up to you." He grabbed the napkins from the bag of In-n-Out we'd eaten for lunch. They always give you half a tree's worth. He dabbed at my cheeks and tried to make me feel better. I shook my head and felt like throwing up. I put the gift he had got me back into his lap. I pushed open his car door and got out without unbuckling the seatbelt. It yanked me back down. I stabbed at the button with my fingers and it finally let me go. I closed his car door and ran inside the group home. When I got inside I realized the bear keychain had been broken in my tussle with the seatbelt. It must have fallen out in his car. He emailed me a few times after that, but I didn't respond. I lost that email account when I changed schools. I didn't know what I'd say and I was too embarrassed to keep in contact anyways. As painful as it was at the time, I'd nearly forgotten all of this. ************ "You talked to Mark?" I typed to Izem. "I talked to everybody. He lives in San Francisco now and is married to a nice girl with a baby on the way. He saved the bear for you. He said he tried to find you when he came down for the holidays but you had moved to a different group home and the lady said she couldn't give out that information. He was so happy to hear that you were going to university. I have his email for you, but I know Ali won't like you talking to someone he doesn't know and trust. Everyone was excited to see you were going to be ok," Izem said. "Thank you," I typed and hugged the little bear to my chest. "I am finished. I will make peace with Ali. We have been friends too long to let this come between us," Izem said, "If you ever need me, please reach out. Dr. Hamad will contact me for you if you ask." ********** With that, he signaled and Ali charged the room. Sitting alone in the oversized business chair, I had again pulled my knees up into my chest as he entered. I folded my arms across my legs, hugging myself with the little bear clutched in my hand. I couldn't look at him. I knew I would cry. Ali was behind me and then he was kneeling in front of me looking confused and angry. He wiped a finger near my eyes and felt the tears. He turned angrily to Izem and was yelling something. The translator picked it up, but it was arabic so it just looked like garbled symbols since it only recognized English. "English, boys. The cub should be included in this," Dr. Hamad said and I watched it dance across the screen. "Talk to me baby? What's wrong? What did he do? He wasn't supposed to hurt you," Ali was back on his knees in front of me staring up into my face. I just shook my head, looking away from him. I felt him tear the little bear from my hand. "What is this? You gave him an old dirty toy?" Ali didn't get it. "No, it's...," Izem started, but I put a hand up. "No," I signed to Izem. "Between you and me." I reached for the bear, but Ali held it out of my grasp. Ali tossed it across the room towards the trash can. It landed just inside and I ran over towards it. Luckily the trash had been changed for the night and there was a clean bag in the little silver can. I took it out of the can and looked at him with anger. I don't think I'd ever seen him be so mean like that. I walked over to the tablet and typed, "You're a jerk, a mean rude Jerk!" He wasn't used to that look on my face. His eyes softened and he suddenly looked ashamed. He reached for the tablet translator on the table. With the other arm extended, he came towards me. It was the position he had when he was about to scoop me up into his chest and carry me off. Instead, I stood and reached for his hand. I didn't feel like being carried around while I was angry with him. He squeezed my hand and led me out of the room, saying something to the other men at the table. We went down to an open office and sat down. Ali scrolled through our conversation to read what we had talked about. He was looking for explanation of my tears, anger, the bear. "Who is this Mark? Someone from your past? He sent this bear to you?," Ali started. I shook my head yes, but didn't feel like telling a whole story right now. I just typed, "Someone who was nice to me when I was a kid and had no one. Izem found him and he sent the bear." "Oh," Ali said and lowered his eyes to my chest in shame. "I'm sorry... I didn't know." "You didn't ask... jerk," I typed. "Hey, don't! I... I said I was sorry, ok? Let's just... can we sort out this other stuff you talked about? Don't call me a jerk, ok? You are upset about the hearing doctor?" Ali said to the translator. I nodded and typed, "Why didn't you tell me? That was a jerk thing to do." "I was not trying to be a jerk! I didn't want to get your hopes up. It's a new surgery and very risky. My father can explain to you. We talked about it. It could leave you very scarred and not fix anything. Why would I let them cut into my beautiful boy if they aren't sure they can actually fix anything?" Ali defended. "But it's my body. Shouldn't I be allowed to know things you find out about my own body? I could have read about it, participated in my own health. Only a jerk would take that away from someone," I insisted. "Did Izem also tell you that one patient was left with brain damage from it? He has the mental capacity of a 5 year old. I was worried that the thought of hearing would lead you to look past the extreme risks. You know that if my father thought it was a good idea he would have told you himself about it. He is the one who looked more carefully at what that doctor had done. I thought we could revisit it in a few years once they've worked everything out on other people, not on my baby," Ali really did always have an answer for everything. It was almost too perfect. "Izem said you lied to him. You stole me from him. He says you lied to me too in saying he had bad intentions and many cubs," I typed. "I did. I would do anything to keep you. I fell for you the first time I saw you. You were so awkward and adorable. You approached the world so differently than any boy I'd seen. I haven't always been honest, but if there is ever any risk of losing you, my mind does things I never thought I could do. I can't help it. You come first, you always come first." Ali was rationalizing. It didn't exactly make sense. "And what about my school? You said you want me to take less classes. And there's a deaf student group? I need friends. I need to start making friends. Izem is right about that," I typed insistently. Ali scooted his chair right in front of mine so his legs were on either side of my own. He took my hands into his. Ali sighed, "I'm sorry, ok? I've been selfish with you... As you would say, I've been `a jerk.' If that's what you want, we can work it out together. Ok?" I nodded and leaned forward and he met my lips with his own. "Can we go finish this?," Ali stood and offered me his hand. "I can't promise I won't do crazy things. I'd do anything to keep you safe and with me." I nodded and leaned in to him. "If you choose me. You choose me for life, ok? I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. I can't promise to give you the things Izem claimed he would give you. I can't be that free with you. I care for you too deeply to let you out so freely. But I will make sure you finish college. I will make sure you are more than a house boy. I will train you in my business and you can help me. I will make sure that your life has meaning and purpose and a crazy amount of love and passion. If you choose me like I have chosen you, you will always come first," Ali finished and then stood up. "And don't forget to be humble. Whichever house you choose, be submissive, graceful. You are still considered property here. The partnership cannot think there is a cub wagging the pride. Ok?" Ali left me with one final warning. He offered me his hand and led me back to the waiting men. He set the tablet down on the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. I still had questions, but those could wait. I knew ultimately to whom I belonged. I knew deep down that everything he had done, whether ethical or not, had been meant to protect me, keep my bubble wrap secure. Izem looked at me with sad eyes, a condemned man who knew what was coming next. "It is getting late, little one, what is your decision? You decide this once and it will be done. Cubs do not normally get this opportunity. Do not confuse this with equating yourself to the lions," Dr. Hamad said. He was looking towards Izem and his father, speaking in authoritarian tone so they knew I was still very much an owned boy allowed a rare and brief voice. I gave Ali one final look. He smiled weakly, almost as though he were unsure what my decision would be. He looked so fragile there, heart exposed. It wasn't something he'd ever likely done in his life. Putting himself on full display before his enemy and his father. Humiliation didn't look good on him. He looked young, uncertain, like the usual air of pride had been stolen from him. I nodded to him and typed on the tablet, "I choose Ali, to be his, to take him as my lion. I promise to be a good cub and obey. I am thankful that your family chose me to be protected. I will not bring shame to your house. I will stay in my lion's confines. I will serve him and learn what he has to teach me. I will be his cub and no one else's" I pressed the speak button and watched everyone's faces. They admired my words, respected my submissive tone. I was making the Hamads proud. "That is your final choice, my son?" Dr. Hamad said. "Yes sir, but I wish to give a goodbye hug to Izem if it is within your will, sir. And I would like the two of them to make up and be friends again," I typed and pressed the speak button. I turned to look at both of them and they nodded towards me assuringly. Dr. Hamad nodded and I stood. Izem looked strangely relieved. I went to him and he stood, towering over me. He leaned down and put his arms around me. I whispered into his ear, "Thank you." He kissed my cheek and let me go, nodding thoughtfully. He didn't look at Ali. When I turned, Ali was beaming a little too smugly from his victory. I narrowed my eyes at him and signed, "Please no." He straightened up and looked neutral, controlled. It looked sincere and Izem returned it. He went to Izem and offered him a hug. I hoped they could put their friendship together again. I hugged Izem's father and Dr. Hamad and the two of them left. I turned to see the other two lions sitting down, talking with relaxed poses. They were talking in Arabic again, though judging from their faces not as tensely. I hoped they were working things out. It seemed like they had been friends for a very long time. I didn't want to be what came between them. I waited by the door for a few minutes and saw them exchanging conversation, laughing, touching each other on the shoulder or giving a fake jab to the arm playfully. I stopped and watched, leaning against the glass wall. As I walked towards them, they stood. Izem opened his arms, pointing a hand towards an open door like someone does when they want you to go first. Ali took my hand and led me out, but we didn't go towards the elevator. He went the other way and I turned to see Izem close behind us. ********* "Where we go," I signed to Ali. He had a weird smile on his face and he raised an eyebrow like he did when he wanted inside me. He didn't answer though, just squeezed my hand and led me down a hallway. We went to a door that had Izem's name on it in letters engraved on black marble. It opened to a large space lined on two sides by floor to ceiling glass overlooking the sparkling city and the black of the night sea. Izem turned on some small, soft lamps on different tables. There was a huge desk, three comfortable chairs, a large couch, a small meeting table. This was the office of a man in charge. Ali led me over to the long, deep, black leather couch that could have held five grown men. Izem went to a side bar against the wall and took out three small glasses. Ali set sideways near the end of the couch, leaning back against the armrest. He pulled me down into his lap. Izem came over as Ali was rubbing my back lazily. Izem returned with a small tray with three glasses, two with a dark brown liquid and one with a red liquid. I could guess which was mine. Ali took one of the darker glasses and Izem lifted the red glass to my lips. I sipped at it as he tilted it towards me. Izem set the glass down and then sat beside us, very close to where I was in Ali's lap. He sipped at the dark liquid. It had a very strong alcohol smell. The two of them talked, ignoring me except for Ali's hand on my back. The translator tablet had been left in the other room. Izem leaned forward so he could see Ali and I felt his hand on my back too. I worried that Ali would feel it. It was below his hand, sliding down to cup my bottom. I gave a yelp as he squeezed, but Ali didn't seem alarmed. They kept on talking like nothing was out of ordinary. I dug for Ali's phone from his pocket. "What are we doing?" I typed and showed him his phone. He rolled his eyes and smiled at me, "Relax baby, daddy is here. I just knew you needed me inside you and I thought Izem would like to see how I take my cub so he knows you are in good hands." "But he has his hand on me. That is ok with you?" I typed. "If it's ok with you, little cub. Is it not? He knows he cannot have you. I forgot what good friends we were before all of this. He can sit elsewhere if you wish," Ali typed. "Everything is ok then between you both?" I don't know why, but I was very relieved by that. They both nodded to me and Ali leaned up to kiss me as Izem's strong arm rested across my back as he squeezed my ass. Ali pulled me over and into his chest. My ass raised to the air and my knees rested on either side of his legs on the couch as I bent over him on all fours. My ass was facing Izem and I felt both of his hands on my cheeks, squeezing them. Ali rubbed my back with both of his hands, pushing me down into his chest. His lips were planted on mine so neither of us could see what Izem was doing behind me, but I certainly felt it. He reached around and unbuttoned my shorts and lowered the zipper. It felt intensely dirty being touched that way by another, but with Ali's approval lingering in the air, I didn't protest. In fact, I raised up off my knees so he could slide my shorts down. Something inside me felt incredibly honored to have these two warriors brought together, mending their battle over my small frame. Izem slid my shorts off and I wiggled my ass, covered in small red briefs, towards him. His hands went back to kneading my cheeks, but I felt a strong thumb rub up and down over my hole. Ali seemed oblivious to it as his tongue wrestled my own. His arms wrapped around my back, pressing me down into his chest. I felt his cock poking up in his shorts. His shorts were made of that silky black pant suit material. They did nothing to contain his bulge. I reached under me and fumbled with his belt. I needed that cock out where I could get to it. Izem tugged at my briefs and pulled them down to my knees. My ass was exposed and his hands roughly parted my cheeks and a finger touched at my hole. "Ahhh," I gasped as my full, hard cock sprang from my briefs. Izem rubbed his finger in small, rhythmic circles over my hole. His technique felt strangely familiar and I instantly knew the two lions had truly grown up together in every sense of the term. Ali pushed me off his chest and put his hands on my shoulders to press me down. He sat up and peeled off his tank top and then slipped me out of my hoodie and tank top as well. He seemed completely comfortable seeing Izem behind me, playing with my hole. He said something to him with soft eyes and a smile. He was encouraging him. I was so confused by all of this, but I desperately needed him inside me. That part of me that needed to please my lion took firm control of the wheel in my head. He pushed me farther down and I crawled backwards on my knees until I felt a wet, warm tongue meet my hole. I was eye level with Ali's bulge. I pulled at the belt and unfastened it and then slid it out from the loops of his shorts. I tossed it over to a waiting chair. I undid his short pants and slid them down. Ali laid back with his arms folded behind his neck. He smiled down at me as I freed his massive cock. He wiggled his ass and the thick, dark snake waved teasingly in front of me. "Uhhh fuhhh," I mumbled as Izem's tongue worked inside me. It was so weird to see Ali in front of me and feel his tongue behind me. The two had identical moves and the tongue inside me seemed completely familiar with my hole. I started to work on Ali's cock as Izem filled me with his tongue. My cock was thumping against my tummy, leaking precum onto the couch. I started to take Ali into my throat. I was getting better at it and I looked up into his eyes to see them roll back and his mouth fall open in ecstasy. His cock pulsed in my throat and I knew I was pleasing him. Izem let his tongue slip out of me and I slid off Ali's cock to turn back and look at him. He raised up and peeled off his shirt and then pushed his shorts off. My eyes doubled when I saw his cock bounce out from a pair of boxers. It was pretty damned impressive. It was nearly the length of Ali's cock, but the real surprise was it's width. It was almost rectangular, like a fat slab of light brown flesh. He stroked it and I was glad my hole didn't choose that cock to own me. I barely had room for Ali. I turned back to see Ali peer down with jealous eyes. He was disappointed I had stopped sucking on him and he didn't like the look on my face from seeing Izem's cock. "Ouch," I mouthed up to Ali and he shrugged and then put his hand on my head to bring me back to his cock. Izem left as I went back to Ali's cock. I felt him return and rub the familiar warm liquid on my hole. My eyes looked up at Ali, he was back to pleasure and his hand rubbed my hair as he shoved into my throat. Izem fingered me as I nursed my lion's life giver. He worked in one and then two. His fingers were thick, almost the same as Ali's. They pried at my hole expertly, knowing where I needed it. My cock was rubbing against Ali's leg. I humped at it lightly, feeling the fur of his calf muscle tickle the shaft. Ali pulled my hair up and my mouth slipped off his hole as Izem was fucking his fingers roughly into me. I looked up at him knowing what he'd want next. He raised up and lifted me into his chest. Izem's fingers slid out of me and I felt empty. Ali laid me down on my back. He raised my legs, secured them behind my shoulders. Izem stood up and handed Ali the lube. Ali slicked his cock and began to slowly slide into my tight, waiting hole. I turned to watch Izem's light-skinned frame of muscles lumber over to the chair. He sat to watch us and stroked his monster. "Ahh!" I was snapped back to reality by Ali sliding into me too quickly. He put a hand to my cheek and turned my eyes back to meet his. "My baby," he mouthed, looking like I needed the reminder. I smiled up at him. He slid deeper into me, each millimeter an excruciating reminder that I was his. I bit on my lip and kept my eyes on his. He held his hand on my jaw as though I were in danger of turning back to watch Izem. My eyes belonged on my lion. I really did want to look at him again. When I saw Ali's eyes flash down to my hole, I stole another glance. Izem was fisting his cock and watching me intently. He saw my eyes and he raised an eyebrow and a smile. I blushed, not sure what modesty I was protecting. I was on full display, so were they. Ali slid in as deep as he knew he could safely venture. I wondered how much he had left, I knew it was probably a lot. He rested a moment, massaging my throat with his hand. I swallowed hard and he gave me a smile. When he started up his rhythm, I felt my cock bumping in time. It always felt so strange, his fucking kept me on the edge of eruption. It was like he knew exactly where to poke inside me to flick the switch to allow me to spurt. My body held out for his approval. He held my face again, our eyes meeting. He was showing off for Izem now, slamming in and out of me too roughly. I kept up though, needing to make him happy. I wanted him proud of me no matter how sore I was. He started to rough fuck me now. He put his hand in the center of my chest, pushing the air out of me as he slammed in and out of me. He was good to not go too far and not to pull out completely, but he was rubbing my pleasure points raw. I didn't last long. His cock his that switch inside me and my dick started to shake and spew. I felt my body writhe under his firm hand holding my chest. I shot over my head, onto my cheek, hit my ear, and even his chest. "Uhhh, fuhhh yah daddy!" I begged and whined for more as he started to speed up inside me. I was shooting all over, unleashing the day's build up. It was so intense. The knowledge that someone was watching us. My original lion, the man for whom I was intended was sitting a few feet away fisting his cock and watching his purchase get used by his best friend. That spun in my head and pushed more cum out of me than I knew my body could make. "Fuhh me peese!" I whined and begged as I shot uncontrollably. "Fuck yes," Ali mouthed down to me. He took his hand off my chest, releasing me as I shook under him. His left arm came down and slid under my back and lifted me up into his chest. I was on my knees now sweaty chest to slimy chest with my lion. He held me up a little with his hands on my ass. He raised up and shoved his cock into me, holding me still while he bucked his hips. He sped up, so close. I put my lips to his shoulder and chewed and sucked on him to distract from the full, painful feeling of him inside me. He was pounding me. I felt his hot breath against my ears, his sweat was dripping down over me. His chest muscles were tensed as he held me. And then I felt him pause and his hard cock pulsed inside me. I felt his hot juice filling my hole. He shot deep inside me, leaning down to bite on my neck. His hands held me still and he fucked into me slowly now, each shove making his whole body shake uncontrollably. He was burying his seed inside me and I turned to look at Izem. He was finishing as well. He pumped his cock once and a thick glob shot up into the air. He pumped it again and another glob went up and landed on his shoulder. His body shook and our eyes met. He was fighting to keep them open, overcome with the scene in front of him. I wondered then, was he looking at us wanting to be me or wanting to be Ali. It was a weird thought, but it grew in my head as Ali's cock spurted its last into my hole. What lion would agree to see his rightful cub seeded by a usurper. The primal part of me knew that I had chosen wisely by going with Ali. This session had been his showing I had made the right choice. He was my lion. No one else could ever measure up. **************** Thanks for reading. Let me know what you thought. Working on a different story soon.