Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 20:45:10 -0800
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Lincoln's Pride Ch. 7

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Part 7


"Lincoln, are you listening?" Khalid squeezed my shoulder, but I didn't
turn back towards him.

"Debate class, Arabic, Stay behind you! got it," I mumbled and Khalid said
something else. It was there, across the courtyard where we were eating
lunch on a rare not-killer-heat day. Behind a wall of glass windows I
watched him twist and stretch into impossible positions. I wasn't sure why
Ali ever let him leave the safety of the Hamad compound, but there he was.

A famous yoga guru was visiting Satra and of course Emerson was invited to
participate in his expert level classes. I'm sure Ali was paying big for
it. There were two other equally thin Arab men contorting themselves on
either side of him. They were mocha bookends to show off his pale, but
far-from-vanilla body.

It was the end of my first week and I'd worked endlessly to learn as much
as I could. Mr. Hamad had said I could start business classes once I had
passed to level 3 in Arabic. Mr. Bashir, the language teacher, was
astonished how quickly I learned phrases and vocabulary. He actually smiled
a few times. He had a gray tooth in front, but his approving grin still
made me happy. I live for achievement.

I'd always been the best. School, sports, work. My dad raised us to do
better than he could. My teachers were always surprised because they saw me
as a dumb jock. Arabic was just another subject and it actually made sense
to me.

I turned my attention back to Emerson. He had his legs up over his head
again in inverted position and his shirt slumped down along a strained,
impressive little six-pack. He had smooth white skin that looked like
something my tongue would enjoy. My cock strained my pants, aching for that
muscled little bubble ass he shoved towards the window.

"No way, Lincoln. No. Fucking. Way," Khalid said behind my shoulder as I
mindlessly shoved salad past my lips.

"What? I'm just looking at the yoga. Maybe I should take the class
sometime. It looks fun. I could stand to work on flexibility..." I said
around a mouthful.

"He is so off limits. Trust me, we've all wanted a bite at that apple. He's
never even alone! See that man sipping coffee and wearing a suit in this
heat?" Khalid said.

I followed his finger to see a hulking pile of brown rocks with a pencil
thin beard line across a handsome face watching Emerson intently and
checking his phone. He had on an expensive suit and dark sunglasses that
had him looking extra intimidating. "Oh," I sighed.

"No, no, no Linky-dink. That is not a good idea. You want to go to war with
a family? That's how to do it. Seriously, off limits. That prince is well
secured," Khalid put a hand on my arm with a gentle squeeze. He kept it
there and rubbed my arm to calm my racing heartbeat.

"I'm just looking. I just... you know... he likes me. He needs friends. He
seems alone. I just want to be his friend," I fumbled and took my eyes away
from the beautiful show he provided. I reluctantly looked over at Khalid.
He smiled unconvinced.

"Trust me. He's not alone or lonely. He's raising kids and planning charity
events with his Lion's money. He has enough going on without you in the
way...  Let's get going. We can be early to the debate class. It's
interesting. You'll like it. I promised Samir you'd be productive," Khalid
said. He stood and adjusted the prominent bulge in his camo jogger pants.

"I don't feel like debating anyone. Why don't we hit the gym? I could use a
good workout after this," I stood and pushed my erection to the side in my
blue uniform pants. I needed to go work it off with Khalid. I gave one last
look to the yoga studio and they were wrapped up. I froze. Emerson was
crouched near a blue gym bag sipping a water bottle with one of those
rubber sippy spouts. It made him look adorable.

I caught Emerson's bright blue doe eyes and he set his bottle down as a
wide grin spread across his soft pink lips. He stood up and waved and
signed "How are you?" through the tinted glass. I heard his guardian stand
and soon caught his angry glare. Who would dare interact with his prince...

"Oh, hello... Samir's boy, right? I didn't recognize you. I guess you're ok,"
the guard said and sat back down when I nodded. He didn't know my name but
knew to whom I belonged. I wasn't sure if that should offend me, but his
size clearly intimated that it shouldn't. I nodded at him with an innocent
smile and without correction.

"I'm good, Emi! I didn't know you studied here," I lied in signs to Emerson
across the courtyard. His whole body smiled at that.

"I used to. I graduated, just taking yoga. Ali likes me to stay flexible,"
he blushed at that.

"Maybe you could show me some things!" I signed, looking for excuses to
watch his beautiful moves. "I'm sure Mr. Hamad would like that." I came
closer to the window. It must have looked weird to other people for two
people to have a conversation with their hands from opposite sides of the
glass.

"You should call him Samir, everyone calls him Samir. It's confusing that
you don't. There are many "Mr. Hamads" in our home. I'm a Mr. Hamad too
actually. Ali and I married in New York years ago so he could come and go
in the US. Here it's not legal of course, but his family adopted me and
gave me their name so I would be safe in the kingdom." Emerson signed and
raised his ring finger to show a gold band. He pressed it against the glass
and I saw a very tiny diamond lined script on it that shone, "Ali." This
boy was marked.

I felt Khalid pull on my arm, smelled his cologne that buzzed like a neon
pawn shop sign, and then felt his lips at my ear, "Let's go, Lincoln. We
will be late."

I turned to see him give a wave and smile to Emerson. I instantly felt like
punching him in the face for interfering with my game here. "So go without
me," I growled.

"No," Khalid said, turning to me so Emerson couldn't see him. "This has
gone far enough, boy," Khalid's voice was thick and threatening. It was
just icy enough to snap me out of my fantasy. I thought of Mr. Hamad... er
Samir... maybe I should call him that. I realized maybe Khalid was right. It
was time to go.

I turned back to Emerson who looked confused and a little upset that we
were turned away from him and talking which is actually quite rude. "So
sorry!! He just reminded me that we have to go," I signed, "We have a class
to get to... Debate." I must have looked as bad as I felt because Emerson was
picking up on it.

"You ok? I mean... Are you happy?" he signed and offered a slight smile.

"I am," I signed with a lie. I couldn't ever be happy walking away from
him, no one could...  "See you at dinner." I forced a smile and Emerson
returned it as the guard went inside the studio to fetch his things.

I stopped at the doorway and saw him clutch his water bottle as the guard
hefted Emerson's bag over his shoulder, gave him a genuine smile, and nudge
him towards the exit. The guard's adoring eyes indicated that he shared my
crush. The boy was indeed well protected.

++++++

Debate class. It was nearly full when we got there. I didn't care anyway.
There were 25 or so good-looking arab boys of various sizes, not an ounce
of ugly in the whole bunch. They sat around tables making a box inside the
room. Everyone was facing each other, quietly awaiting something.

I felt 50 eyes on me when we walked in and then they quickly turned to eye
Khalid as though asking why he had brought me. He said something in Arabic
that I didn't yet know and a few of them responded with smiles and laughs,
maybe scoffs. I looked back at Khalid and he smiled warmly and pushed me
towards two empty seats in the giant square of tables.

Khalid kept his hand on the center of my back just under my backpack,
guiding me like a child. I went a few steps and then turned to him with an
annoyed look. He gave me a disappointed look and shoved me towards the
empty chairs. We took our seats and I took out my notebook and a pencil.

The door opened again and I saw Anders from my morning classes. He was
guided by an Arab boy who nearly matched his stature, thin and light.
Anders was nearly as tall as I am, missing it by just a few inches. But he
was underdeveloped, thin, quiet, and missable. He always looked somewhat
alarmed, anxious, on edge. Seeing him out of our normal three desk setup,
he moved with a cautious grace as though he wanted to melt into the wall.
It was actually pretty cute.

The boy guiding him did not address anyone. He looked almost as nervous and
slight as Anders. I shook my head at the scene. Anders deserved better than
that. It was the weak leading the weak. They took the last vacant set of
double seats. Anders caught my eye and gave me a hopeful smile and a wave.
I returned it with a sad look that made him cock his head sideways in
confusion. I wished he could sign.

The instructor came in then, an older man with a thick black beard and
Santa's tummy in a red, worn sweater with a black tie poking out from a
white button up. He shuffled to the large chair by the window and coughed
before unleashing mumbles that sounded like Arabic.

I caught "situation," "Yemen," and "unpleasant." I liked puzzles and my
brain immediately went to work piecing together what he was talking about.
More words: prayer, birthday, men, children, balloon. I was drawing a blank
and Khalid looked over me as though he expected me to follow along.

A guy in a black polo shirt and neatly trimmed beard, maybe 20 years old,
started talking when the instructor finished. He offered me more words:
tragedy, death, blame. I took my pencil and started to write down the words
I understood. Khalid looked over with amusement.

"A balloon killed someone in Yemen?" I whispered to him as another guy
started speaking in argumentative tones.

He laughed a little too loud and I looked around to see everyone had
stopped and was looking at us.

Khalid looked around as though they would be glad he interrupted the
discussion. In Arabic, he said, "The boy thinks there is a killer balloon
terrorizing Yemen."

We now had everyone laughing and my face went red and hot.

"Perhaps you should get running, young one, Yemen is not far from here,"
the instructor told me in English with a sneer.

"And what did you get from the discussion?" the instructor turned to
Anders, thinking he spoke English like me.

"I am Anders," he said quietly with a big goofy smile towards me and no
clue what was going on. "Pleased to hello."

The room roared again with laughter at that.

"Idiot," one guy said in Arabic.

Another said something I couldn't make out, but it didn't sound friendly. I
turned to Khalid and he just shook his head no... like this had nothing to
do with us.

"He's not stupid! He doesn't speak English! Some of you don't speak it that
well either! Stop laughing at him." I stood up suddenly angry. It was one
thing for them to laugh at me, but my defensive mechanism kicked into gear
when I saw a look of confusion and embarrassment on Anders' face.

"Sit down, Lincoln," Khalid commanded from his chair next to me. He pulled
me back down into my seat. A few of the guys eyed me with interest, not
used to seeing foreign boys forget their place.

"No," The instructor said, returning to Arabic. He raised a hand to Khalid,
"If the cub is wild, let him show it. It is his right to bring dishonor to
his lion if he has not been taught his place." He spoke slow enough for me
to understand it.

"Forgive me, sir," I said in Arabic realizing this would reflect on Samir.
I continued in English, "I just don't like seeing someone bullied. We're
all here to learn, right... sir?"

"Is that true? What do we think of that?" The instructor asked the class in
Arabic. I was getting confused with the changing languages.

"No," A man next to Anders spoke up first and did so in British English,
"They, these `cubs,' especially the blonde ones like these two. They come
here to peddle their bodies, to sell their holes to the generous elite of
Arabia. They prey on those of us fooled by their beauty. And now they
demand respect? They are beneath us. It's a waste to have them in a class
like this, teach them the art of argument."

"Fair point!" The instructor turned to me and said in English, "Do you
deserve equal respectability? Do you deserve this entire class
accommodating your language needs so that you can berate us and not even in
our own tongue?"

"Again, I apologize a thousand times, sir," I said in my struggling Arabic
now fearing the attention I had drawn.

"Leen-un," Anders looked at me with frustration and hopelessness. He
fumbled with my name. "Don't waste for me to trouble. Please." He meant he
didn't want me to get in trouble taking up for him. I was sure everyone
understood it but they just started laughing like assholes.

Maybe it was me. Coming from a deaf family where I had to communicate and
defend them, when someone laughed I lost it. Good people don't need to
laugh at others. My dad always raised me to know that everyone has the same
value. Everyone deserves dignity.

I stood up again, kicked the chair behind me and it made a louder than
necessary bang against a metal filing cabinet. Everyone froze and looked at
me.

"Khalid, take him to the discipline office. Take his little friend too,"
the instructor barked. "We will waste no more time on these two."

Khalid stood and nudged me gently towards Anders. I jerked away from his
touch and grabbed my backpack. I offered my hand to Anders when we neared
him.

"We troubled?" Anders whispered to me with fear in his eyes. He reached up
to take my hand. His was sweaty and cold.

"It's ok. I'm troubled... I mean... in trouble, not you," I assured him and
gave a big smile. "I'll make sure they know it's me not you." I pulled him
up and held his hand as we left. The class went back to whatever they were
debating. We weren't of interest anymore.

Khalid grabbed my wrist and  tapped the daddy button on my watch when we
got outside. Samir's face appeared a minute later.

"What's wrong, my love? I have been busy today." He said when his handsome
eyes appeared on the watch face.

Khalid filled him in on what I'd done. He made it sound worse than it was.

"I had to stand up for him," I interrupted. "They were making fun of his
English and one guy pretty much called us prostitutes!"

"You must learn to control yourself! You represent my family there, little
one. You represent me." His words were harsh but he didn't sound like he
meant them.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think about that. But it's not right. They were
awful to him. He was nothing but polite and... He's just a little guy." I
flashed the watch over to Anders so he could see. He gave a hopeful smile
with big blue eyes.

"And now you have caused problems for HIS owner as well." Samir emphasized
`his' as though he was my owner.

"What happens now?" I asked and brought the watch back to face me. I pulled
Anders into my side so Samir could see both of us.

"I have a big meeting this afternoon, I'll send Zaid to straighten it out
and collect you. They won't go hard on my boy, but you may have bought
Anders a flogging. Disturbing a class is a big infraction. Who is your
master, boy?" He looked over to Anders.

"Master? I belong Master Al-Harthi, Ibrahim Al-Harthi," Anders said
happily. He obviously missed the part about a possible flogging.

"Oh..." Samir started. "How did he afford a cub? They'll likely give him a
few lashes and send him home. His master is lucky Anders even gets to
attend there."

"No way. No lashes. I'll take them. I did this. No way I'm letting him get
in trouble for it!" I insisted and held Anders protectively. He melted into
my muscles. He pushed into my chest and looked up at me with eyes awakening
to the horror that he would receive.

"Whips?" He said weakly. "Please no. I... No please." A few tears rolled down
his cheeks.

"Don't worry. If they try it they'll have to get through me first," I
assured him and rubbed his back.

"I don't want you whipped. They will not mark my boy. We give too much in
donations," Samir said. He looked over at Anders with pity.  "Damnit,
Lincoln. You got him into this and your foolishness will only make it
worse. You will not interfere. Keep your mouth shut and wait for Zaid. You
will do as you're told, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said and tried to look contrite.

"You will learn, little one," he sighed. "Be good. Listen to Zaid and do
what he tells you. He is good at smoothing things over. I'll see you at
home."

My watch went dark again. "I promise I'll protect you," I assured Anders
with a hug. We followed Khalid and Anders' guide across another courtyard
and into a glass building.

+++++

They had me and Anders waiting in a little white room with one of those
mirrors where you know people are looking in on you from the adjacent room.
We sat side by side in our matching blue uniforms at the table,
occasionally catching each other's' eyes in the mirror.

"Is your... guy nice to you?" I asked him, finally breaking the silence.

"Guy Nice?" he asked, not understanding. "Master Al-Harthi?"

"You call him master?" I asked slowly and made motions to help explain my
words.

"He come to here for learn me the Arabic so I have work businessing get
money," He picked over each word trying to make sense.

"You like him?" I asked with confusion, again making signs to help explain
my question.

Anders thought for a minute and blushed. "He... He care for me." He looked
uncomfortably at me in the mirror and then lowered his eyes to the table.

Just then the door opened and Zaid peeked in. He turned behind him and
called, "Our property's in here." He pushed the door open and gave me an
annoyed look. "I straightened it out. Let's get going home."

"Wait, what about my friend?," I started, but a short, dark, chunky man had
joined Zaid at the door. I felt Anders rise at my side.

"Sorry, master," Anders said in his clunky Arabic.

"Your `friend' is of no concern to me. Believe it or not I have work to do
today and it is more..." Zaid started impatiently but I cut him off.

"Please, I can't leave until I know he is safe," I squeezed Anders' hand
and got an odd look from his master.

"He deserves whatever he gets," his master said harshly. "He is lucky to be
here and I'm not sure why he would disturb a class like that. It is
inexcusable."

"There, you see? inexcusable, not to be excused, mustn't be so naughty. Now
let's go," Zaid reached for me, but I held my ground.

"Whatever his punishment, I will take it. He doesn't deserve it. He did
nothing wrong," I said firmly.

"Please `Leen-un' no troubled for me," Anders said in a soft voice as his
face hovered near my shoulder. It only made me want to protect him more.

"Lincoln, is it?" Anders' master asked me with an oddly disarming smile. I
nodded. "Lincoln, little one, you belong to an influential family. You
don't have as much to learn as he does. Please do not risk yourself or do
foolish things for this one. He is not worth it. He will either be punished
here or at home. Maybe both. He must learn how things are done here if he
wants to stay and work here. He must learn his place at the bottom of our
society."

"But sir," I tried to make my voice sound controlled and respectful. "It
was I who caused the problem. He only got in trouble because of me. Please
don't let them punish him."

"Lincoln, we must go. If his master wants things done a certain way it is
not for us to interfere," Zaid urged and walked towards me. He put his hand
on my shoulder and tried to push me towards the door. He didn't have his
younger brother's strength though. I was determined to stay.

"Leave me here then. Please, I have to explain things. I can walk home if I
have to," I insisted without raising my voice. I looked Zaid in the eyes to
show him I meant business.

"Go, `Leen-un'. I ok. I learn," Anders whispered to me though he didn't let
go of my hand. I squeezed it tightly.

"You see?" Anders' master said to me. "Don't cause trouble for yourself on
behalf of this boy. He is beneath you. He doesn't have your strength or
prestige. He must learn to be silent and stay out of the way. He is more
trouble than he's worth, and I see why his old master gave him to me. Let
him learn his lesson or I'll put him out on the streets or sell him. I also
must get back to work. Let us dispose of this quickly."

Something about his master ticked me off. He was trying to not offend me,
likely more of an effort to not offend the Hamad family which apparently
had great power here. He spoke of Anders as though he was some kind of
rabid animal.

"You would sell him?" I said through gritted teeth. I heard Anders let out
a soft whimper behind my shoulder and realized I was squeezing his hand too
hard. I eased my grip and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. His
soft little fingers relaxed in my palm.

"I won't get much. He's nearly 23 anyway, getting past his prime. He is
wild and uncontrolled and it lowers my respectability. He costs me time,
respect, and money. It was enough trouble trying to get him into this
program." His master coughed and looked to Zaid as though he would confirm
his devaluation of Anders.

"How much do you want for him?" I said and everyone's eyes turned to me
with surprise.

"Really Lincoln, this is too much. Samir will never approve," Zaid laughed
like I had said something funny.

"I'm serious, I'm not leaving without him. I can use my earnings from work.
I'll let Samir know," I said and started to tap at my watch to alert Samir.

Zaid grabbed my wrist, "No." His face crept into a smile. "He is busy in
meetings today. Let's surprise him, shall we?"

I was learning that when Zaid smiled like that it meant he had trouble to
stir up, but this time it was working in my favor. I squeezed Anders' hand
to let him know things were going to be ok. I felt him press his lips to my
shoulder, his little thank you.

Zaid turned to Anders' master and started to charm him in Arabic. It was
unnecessary as the man already seemed quite taken with the power of the
Hamad family. Zaid must have quoted a high price because he suddenly got
very happy and started making little bowing nods with his head. I caught
the phrase, "Most generous, good sir."

The man didn't even say goodbye to Anders. He gave a polite nod to me and
quickly left the room.

"Well, you wanted a pet and now you have one. I'll fix things with the
headmaster and then we will get you two home in time for my meeting. The
dog," he nodded his head in the direction of where Anders' master had
exited, "will send the boy's things to our house."

Zaid left and I turned to look at the sniffly blonde boy with big blue doe
eyes. "It's going to be ok. You can come live with us," I said and made
motions for him to understand. He fell into my chest and tears rolled down
his cheek.

"Thank you," he whimpered against me. My muscles felt bigger, prouder when
I slid my arms around him. I lifted him off his feet and kissed his hair
like Samir did to me.

+++++

I found him a pair of shorts and one of my tank tops from the closet. They
were too big on him, but the shorts had ties to make them stay on his
waist. He looked adorable in my clothes and came out to kneel on the couch
next to where I was stretched out while we waited for Samir to come home.

"Thank you, `Leen-un,'" he said, still mangling my name.

"Leen-kun," I said looking up at him with a gentle smile.

"Leen-kun, LEEN-kun!, Leen-KUN!" he repeated a few times with a laugh. He
looked like a puppy let out of his cage in an endless meadow. I reached up
and ruffled his hair and pulled him down onto my chest.

He finally felt warm and gave a yawn with his head on my chest. I slid my
arms around his slight frame and soon he fell asleep.

+++++

I must have fallen asleep too because when I awoke Samir was standing over
me looking confused. He pushed back Anders' hair to get a look at the boy
on my chest.

"Zaid said you brought home a surprise for me," he whispered softly, not
wanting to wake the napping nordic boy. "What were you planning to do with
him?"

"I... I couldn't let them beat him. His master was so uncaring. You... I
couldn't... He needed me... I don't know..." I tried to explain myself but
couldn't even really understand it myself.

"You're kind, Lincoln. You lead with your heart," he understood and I
sighed relief.

"Can we keep him?" I asked. "Zaid made some kind of arrangement. He has
nowhere else to go."

"I guess we'll have to. Where is he from?" Samir brushed a finger down
Anders' cheek. He knelt beside us on the floor and kissed my forehead as I
yawned.

"I don't know for certain. Some kind of European something or other I
think. I don't know his language and I haven't heard him speak it really,"
I said. I leaned forward and Samir's lips met my own. It was starting to
dawn on me what I'd committed him to.

"Well, let's get him some clothes that fit. He looks adorable in your
things, but he'll need some things of his own." Samir reached under his
armpits and lifted him up and off of me.

I saw Anders open his eyes and look a little shocked that a bulky Arab was
holding him. "Ahh, where `Leen-KUN' please?" He fumbled as usual, looking
around until his eyes found me. I waved a sleepy hand towards him and sat
up. I stretched and pushed back my messy hair as Samir set the boy on his
feet. He seemed delighted at Anders' small frame.

"It's ok, little one. You are safe here," Samir said.

"Thank you, sir... name please?" Anders said with an oversized grin.

"Mr. Hamad," Samir said. "Where are you from?"

"Tromsų, Norge," Anders said proudly as though that would mean something to
us.

"Europe?" I asked Samir.

"Yeah I think that's Norway," Samir answered with a somewhat guessing nod.

"Norway! Norway!" Anders nodded with a crazed smile.

"There we have it," I spread my hands in delight.

"My baby has a baby," Samir put a hand on Anders' shoulder and leaned in to
kiss his forehead. Anders blushed and gave me a questioning look as though
asking if Samir's touch was acceptable to me. I nodded to them both and
Anders sighed relief.

+++++

At dinner I introduced Anders to everyone. He was fascinated watching me
sign back and forth with Emerson. Everything seemed to interest him. He
cleaned his plate like he hadn't eaten a real meal before. Dr. Hamad
encouraged him to have a second helping saying he needed to bulk up a bit.
Anders was grateful and watching him smile let me know I had done the right
thing in helping him get free of what must have been an awkward or awful
home.

Zaid seemed disinterested in the whole situation, but I caught his eye once
as Anders was scraping the last bit of meat off his plate like a man
rescued from the brink of starvation. Zaid's eyes turned down at the sides
in emotional twist. It was like he finally understood what it meant to do
something for someone else's interest.

We got back to Samir's apartment on the edge of the estate and realized we
had made no plans for where Anders would sleep or live.

"We have many rooms. I'll call a servant to make up a room for him. We can
watch a show while it's readied," Samir said and went for his cell phone.

Anders and I sat on the edge of the bed where we could see the TV while
Samir spoke in harsh Arabic commands. His eye caught a paper shopping bag
by the door. He lifted it and brought it over to us as I tried to figure
out the remote. Anders just sat looking at me happily. My heart jumped a
little every time our eyes met. He was so grateful.

Samir set the bag on the bed next to us and steadied the phone between his
dark, handsome cheek and his muscled shoulder. He pulled out one pair of
blue silky briefs and then a t-shirt. He set them in Anders' lap and then
reached down to the bottom of the pile and pulled out a pair of red and
black flannel pajama pants. He handed it to Anders and then nodded towards
the bathroom while he continued speaking on the phone.

Anders padded over towards the bathroom and Samir followed him, that
bubbled butt flexing with every step he took behind the small blonde boy
who was nearly his same age.

I quietly followed behind them and paused at the doorway of the bathroom.
They didn't turn to look at me. Anders smiled those big blue eyes up at
Samir who was now in full on argument with whomever he was speaking on the
phone.

Samir balanced the phone on his shoulder again and reached to help Anders
slip out of my tank top. Anders raised his arms and Samir slipped it off
and then set it on the counter. Next came my shorts off of Anders. Samir
had to undo the drawstring on the waistband and the shorts fell to the
floor. Anders' limp little cock hung down over average balls with a light
dusting of trimmed, pale blonde pubes. It was covered in skin all the way
past the tip.

Samir turned again and gripped the phone in one hand. With his other hand,
he gave a few soft rubs over Anders' back. Anders blushed and looked over
at me with that questioning look again. He wanted me to be ok with this. I
gave a nod and felt my cock stir in my shorts.

Samir gently pushed him out of the way and went to turn on the shower. He
put a hand under the water until it ran warm and then gestured for Anders
to go in. I watched him bounce happily over there and his thickening cock
waved at me as he turned towards the water.

I walked over towards Samir who was leaning back against the marble
counter. He was gesturing with one hand as though the person on the phone
could see it. When I came into his chest, he put the semi-wet hand on my
cheek and leaned forward to kiss me. He sniffed me and made a sour face
like I stank.

I pointed towards the shower with a questioning look and he nodded. I
slipped off my shirt and set it on the counter. Samir was already fumbling
with the button on my shorts. They slid to the ground when he figured it
out. I stepped out of them and watched as Anders eyed me from under the hot
water. His cheeks were deep red now and his cock was rock hard, arcing up
to his stomach hungrily.

Anders turned away from me and then looked back at me over his shoulder.
His hands went to his ass cheeks. He grabbed them and pulled them apart a
little and leaned forward towards the wall. I saw his little hole appear
and I licked my lips. I shucked my briefs, not even looking at Samir.

I strode over towards the shower and Anders gave me a smile and waved me
in. The water was hot and felt good on my muscles. Anders grabbed a bar of
soap and traced it over my chest. I stopped him, grabbed the soap from his
grip and turned him to face the wall.

I got up right behind him, my cock poking between his ass cheeks. My body
wanted inside him. I rubbed the soap over his smooth chest. My nose was
just over his hair and he smelled like cheap shampoo and a hint of cologne.
I gave his hair a quick kiss and he shivered in my arms.

"Is it ok that I touch you?" I leaned in and whispered in his ear. Anders
turned to me and nodded.

"Yes please. You hot. a lot of hot! Please to `toush' to me!" He smiled and
rubbed his nose against my shoulder. His hands reached back and rubbed my
strong thighs. He squeezed them and my cock jumped and thumped against his
back.

"You like this?" I asked as I rubbed soap over his smooth flat tummy. He
didn't have much muscle mass, but not an ounce of fat either. He was light,
aerodynamic. I rubbed the soap down and found he was rock hard. His cock
wasn't impressive, but a good effort for his body size.

"Yes sir," Anders shivered at my touch. He leaned back against my chest and
I steadied him with one arm. I felt so big holding him. I felt like a
warrior and knew I would do whatever it took to keep him safe and happy
here.

"You know you are safe here in my arms. And Samir won't let anything bad
happen to you either. I need you to know that. You don't have to worry
anymore," I made promises as I kissed his neck and made him shiver again.

"Please to repeat?" He said, not understanding my long rambling breathless
phrases.

"I protect you," I said and put my arms around him tightly, making him gasp
a little for air. "Anders safe here with us."

"Thank you `leen-KUN." He punctuated the wrong syllable of my name but it
didn't matter. I started to hump against his back, rubbing my cock between
his ass cheeks. His skin felt electric with warmth as my shaft slid along
it. I could have finished just from that, but Samir tapped on the shower.

"Hurry up you two. Get clean and come on out. I left something for you both
on the counter here." He was wearing a small pair of red fleece shorts with
a thick white drawstring. I saw Anders drool over his broad, strong chest.
I didn't feel jealous. I belonged to Samir and now Anders belonged with us.
I wasn't sure of his place, but it wasn't time for that yet. I just wanted
to enjoy the ride, especially the ride I was going to give to his ass.

We finished up with the soap. I made sure his hole was ready for me. I'd
decided I wanted to seed him like Samir did to me. He seemed like he would
want it and Samir seemed like he would be ok with it.

I turned off the water, got out first and motioned for him to stay put. He
shivered when the cool air of the room drafted through. I ran and grabbed
the two towels Samir had left for us on the counter and I jumped back in
the shower, nearly slipping on the wet stone floor.

I wrapped the first towel around him like Samir always did for me. I rubbed
it over his pale skin and he just kept with that same smile he had worn
since I told him he was coming home with me. I dried him and then dried
myself. We found two pairs of skimpy white briefs made out of this super
soft material. They were both size super small but also very stretchy.
Anders' fit perfectly. He never did calm his erection, but it laid against
his thigh; up and to the right. My pair barely covered my raging hard-on
and it poked straight out.

We padded out to find Samir in his red fleece shorts stretched out on the
couch. He'd turned it so it was facing the bed that was lit with soft light
from above and a series of white candles. He was sipping a tumbler of some
liquor and had his feet propped up on an ottoman.

"Come here boys," Samir said from the couch. He eyed us with interest as we
made our way to him. He sipped at his drink and touched a button on a
remote control. Soft rhythmic music began to play from various parts of the
room.

Anders went right to him, fascinated by the hulking mass of dark muscles
whose family secured him. He started to kneel in front of Samir, but Samir
just laughed and reached for him. He pulled Anders into his lap and ran his
fingers through the blonde hair that nearly matched mine.

I felt a hint of jealousy stir in me. I wasn't sure what triggered it. Was
it Anders taking his place in my lion's arms or Samir showing me up with
how he handled the new boy. I looked down at my white briefs and it hit me
that maybe Samir had dressed us alike so he could have two of us to worship
him.

"What's wrong, little one?" Samir said and I looked up to see him eyeing
me. He read my expression. "Come, baby boy," he set his drink down on a
side table and then patted the couch next to him.

I sat down and his right arm enveloped me and pulled me into his side. He
slid his hand across my chest and held me against him. He leaned into me
and kissed my forehead and then did the same to Anders. With his lips on
Anders, Samir slid his hand down to cup my ass. He squeezed it with
familiarity. He knew it belonged to him.

"I want to watch you take him," Samir said as he turned to me. "I want to
see how you would do with a cub of your own. Do you want that, little one?"

I nodded, "Yes sir."

"And you?" he turned to Anders who gave him a confused smile.

"You want Lincoln inside you?" Samir spoke slowly and used his hand to poke
at Anders' ass.

"Yes please to `leen-KUN.'" Anders nodded happily.

Samir nodded towards the bed and I understood. I gave him a quick kiss on
the lips and then got to my feet. I offered a hand to Anders and he climbed
off of Samir's lap, leaving a tented bulge in his wake. I pulled Anders
over towards the bed. I paused beside it and brought him in for a kiss. I
slid my arms around his waist and pulled him into my chest.

I kept my lips on his and sat down on the bed, bringing him on top of me.
He straddled me on his knees and followed me as I laid back on the bed. His
lips parted for my tongue and I wrestled his into submission. He shivered
at my touch and made little whimpering noises around my invading tongue. He
sucked at it and my cock pressed against his as our covered bulges rubbed
together.

I let a hand slip down to his ass and I squeezed it and then slid my hand
into the waistband. His skin was soft and smooth and I pushed a finger down
to his hole. He wiggled at it when I pressed against his little bud.

He pushed off of my lips and whined softly, "Fuck me, `leen-KUN' please to
fuck."

"You want that?" I smiled up at him. He bit his lip and nodded. He wanted
to please me.

I leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then put a hand on
the back of his head and pushed him down near my raging tent. I wanted to
fuck that mouth, feel my cock sliding past those soft pink lips.

Anders kissed down my stomach, blessing each of my chiseled abs with his
lips.

"I want you please," Anders said. His tone was different. He had lost the
goofy awkwardness of being lost in a world that didn't speak his language.
He was comfortable in the language of movement, touch, desire. He stared
those blue eyes up at me as his lips hovered over my bulge.

He kissed softly at my briefs and then bared his teeth. He used them to
peel back the waistband until my hard proud cock flopped up and hit my
belly button. He traced his tongue up the shaft and then sucked the tip in
past his lips.

"Oh fuck!" I was hit by an instant wave of warmth. He knew what he was
doing. It was different from how Caleb had sucked me. Anders truly wanted
to please me. His eyes, filled with desire, fixed on mine and shed all
pretense of innocence. He began to suck me all the way to the back of his
throat and then worked expertly to make my body throb under his touch.

"Uhhhh!"  This wasn't going as I'd planned. I wanted to pound him, show him
who his lion really was, but he already knew this road better than I. He
worked me to the edge in mere minutes and I had to push him away. My body
bounced and slapped against the bed as my face screwed up.

"Don't... touch... wait... fffffuck," I mumbled. I sat up back against the
headboard. "Just... a minute..." I was breathing to calm myself. I looked
over at Samir who was amused at the situation.

"Don't be upset, little cub. I felt the same the first time I touched you,"
he assured. "You will learn to control yourself a little better with time."

I nodded and looked back at Anders who waited patiently, sitting back on
his heels as he knelt in front of me.

"You fuck to me please?" he said. I nodded. Anders turned away from me and
crawled backwards to bring his ass towards my lap. I reached for it with
both hands and squeezed his cheeks. His little hole looked so tight. I put
my finger to it and he squirmed and oohed.

"It looks so tight," I remarked. Samir got off the couch and swaggered over
towards us.

"That's how yours looks. Just go slow and loosen him up a bit. You know
what I do with you," Samir said casually. He gave Anders' ass a gentle rub.
Anders wiggled at his touch and bit his lip excitedly. Samir laughed and
went back to the couch.

"I find me, yes?" Anders turned and gave me a questioning smile. I wasn't
sure what he was saying, but it was his body so I just nodded.

He got off the bed and looked around with a mission in his eyes, "You have
thing, sir?" he asked and pointed back at his hole. "Juicey please?"

"You want juice in there?" I asked trying to think if we still had a bottle
of pomegranate in the little fridge.

Samir busted out with laughter, "Babe, he wants lube." He laughed
uncontrollably as I went for the little drawer next to the bed where Samir
kept the tube of stuff he used on me.  I got off the bed and snapped the
little cap off the end. Anders nodded excitedly and reached a finger
towards me. I squeezed out a generous line of clear gel across his index
finger and set the tube back on the table.

"You lie please," Anders said and put his little hand into the center of my
chest. I brought both my hands over his to cover it and he leaned forward
and kissed me. "Beautiful Lincoln," he said when he pulled back. He shoved
me gently on the chest and I sat back on the bed with my feet on the floor.

Anders sank to his knees in front of me and leaned forward to take my cock
down his throat again.

"AHHHH fuck fuck fuck," I bucked against the bed. He was so fucking good at
that and my hard tip dug into the back of his throat. My eyes screwed up
but I caught his finger behind his ass, working it in there to loosen
himself for me. This was a full service boy and I was eager to dominate.

I put my hand on the back of his head, working his hair into my fingers. I
gripped him by the hair and started to pull his head and then push it back
down on my cock. It was totally unnecessary but he moaned when i did it,
loving the feeling of being used for my pleasure.

"Oh baby that's so... oh baby," I leaned down and whispered encouragement to
him as I throat fucked him. He kept at it like a champ, working my shaft
with his lips and tongue as he fingered his hole. I tightened my grip on
his hair, pulling at it as waves of pleasure shot through me.

I looked up at Samir and he had his eyes locked on mine with a big smile.
"You feel good, baby?" he asked. I nodded and slammed Anders down on me.

"You're about to cum. I know my boy," Samir warned and I realized I was
close to the edge.

Anders pulled off my cock and I let go of his hair. He backed up a little
and looked up at me with those big blue eyes. Gone was the little confused
smile. He knew how this went. He looked at me with desire and rammed his
fingers deep inside him. He got up off his knees and kept fucking himself
as he walked towards me.

"Good, sir. Is good for you," he said and walked closer then straddled my
legs.

"Please to fuck me, Lincoln. I needs them," Anders looked down at me with
pleading. I nodded and stroked my cock.

I reached for the tube, but he grabbed it quickly with his free hand. He
used his teeth to pop the cap and then squirted a large dollop on the tip
of my cock as it poked towards the ceiling. He set it back on the table and
then gripped my cock tightly to spread it over the head and shaft. He gave
his ass a few hard jabs and then pulled his fingers out.

Anders knelt on the bed, knees on either side of me. He hovered over my
lap, lowering his body until my cock poked at his hole. It felt squishy,
warm, ready. He steadied himself with his arms around my neck and leaned in
to kiss me. He slowly pushed down until the tip of my cock popped inside
him with a thump. It had me in a tight grip and I had to focus to not just
explode upon entry.

"Fuck," Anders whispered to me with a pained look in his eye.

"I hurt you?" I asked with a sudden burst of concern for my newly acquired
prize.

"Big, not small like Master Al-Harthi, big big Lincoln," he said with a
wince. "Is ok keep to fuck please."

"My baby," I whispered to him and leaned up to kiss him as he slowly slid
me deeper into his hole. I put my hands on his hips and gripped him like
Samir did to me. I wanted to push him down, but if he was hurting from the
tip I wasn't sure I should force anything. I just held him steady as he
fought to get more of me in him.

"Thick," he mumbled appraisingly and dropped his lips to my shoulder to
nibble on me. He'd found another pleasure point and my body tensed up in
ecstasy.

"Ahh," I moaned as he started to slide down my shaft with greater ease. I
slid my hands down to cup his ass. I started lifting him up off of me and
then letting him sink back down. He clung to me with his arms around my
neck. He was so light, so fragile, so easy to hold. It occurred to me that
this is how Samir saw me, or was it. Was I this light to him?

I buried my lips in his chest as my cock worked every angle of his tight
pink hole. "Fucckkkk" I hissed against his nipple as he slid down deeper
onto me. I knew I wasn't going to last forever. I was fighting it like
crazy, but my cock kept driving inside him and I kept hearing him whimper
and moan and beg for more of it.

"Peez Leen-KUN pleez to fuck hard hard master sir," he mumbled nonsense as
I drove into him. Anders' hard little cock made a valiant effort as it
bumped against my abs. After seeing Khalid's and Samir's cocks I realized I
had lost all sense of proportion, but Anders' cock felt like a little alien
finger stroking my chest. I laughed against his chest at the thought. He
was a born bottom.

"Fucks to me LEEN-KUNNNN," he yelled down at me as he slid down to take
almost all of my cock inside him. I wasn't sure what he meant until I felt
his hole tense and tighten its grip on my cock and then his warm cum
started to shoot up my chest. I'd fucked the cum out of him. It built a
deep sense of pride in me and distracted me from trying not to cum.

His pulsing hole squeezed my cock and started to milk it as I felt the cum
rising in my shaft.

"AHHHH FUCK I'm CUMMING baby," I yelled and he leaned his head down to
bring his lips to mine. I screamed around his tongue as he slid it past my
lips and I started to fill his hole with my cum.

Shot after shot buried deep inside him as my body jerked beneath him. I
held on to him as his tongue explored my mouth. I sucked on it like I did
with Samir. It didn't matter who tongued whom. I was already seeding my
baby deeply as his body collapsed against me. I raised and dropped his ass
on my cock as my body filled him with my juice.

"Shit, fuck, Yah FUck, damnit, fuck, fuck, f-cuck!!!" I yelled as my body
involuntarily jerked and spasmed against him. I laid back against the bed
and brought him with me and started to drive my cock in and out of him
quickly. He fell against my chest and cried soft moans of joy as I fucked
up into his little pink hole.

"Yes Lincoln, please lincoln to fuck fill me juice. please master," he
begged as I kept driving into him, sending shot after shot deep in his
hole.

I drove all the way inside him and then held it there as I finished. He did
some trick with his hole where he squeezed it in rhythm trying to milk more
out of me.

We collapsed together, spent and sleepy. I was buried inside him and I felt
my cum leak out around my shaft. Anders buried his head into my shoulder
and kissed softly at it.

"Thank you, thank you mister Lincoln," he said sleepily.

"Fucks to you, baby," I laughed, imitating his little accent.

"Fucks to me, sir," he said sleepily, not catching my joking tone.

"My turn?" I heard Samir say and suddenly remembered he was there watching
us. He'd risen from the couch and came over to the bed. He knelt on the bed
beside us, Anders on my chest. He slid his shorts down and that massive
brown snake fell out of them and landed against my shoulder.

"Ho!" Anders exclaimed in reaction to seeing a real Arab cock, "Fuck So...
No wow!"

"Yep," I acknowledged with a defeated sigh, "It's big." I started to tell
Anders not to worry, I'd handle it. He was so small, so fragile. But he had
already lifted off of me to take it in his mouth.

"MMMHMMM" he mumbled with Samir's huge cock in his throat. He made weird
swallowing noises around it.

"AH fuck, that's... fuck! good! fuck!" Samir said and I looked up to see his
eyes roll back. It was a look I hadn't seen on him before, but then I'd
already experienced the Anders treatment. "Ahhhh fuck damn he's... fuck
that's good."

A ping of jealousy stirred in me again. I still couldn't pin it down. Was I
jealous of Anders for sucking on my lion better than I had or was I jealous
of my lion for throatfucking my boy better than I could.

Samir grabbed his hair roughly and something inside me felt relieved that
he wasn't as gentle with Anders as he was with me. Samir looked down, not
at the boy bringing him pleasure, but to me.

And then Samir said, "Babe, can you open that hole up for me? I want to
fuck him." He said it as though I hadn't just reamed the shit out of him
with my proud cock. I felt my dick shrivel inside Ander's hole.

"Yes... sir," I said and slid out of Anders. He crawled away from me, out of
my arms and followed Samir who walked backwards on his knees on the bed. I
grabbed the tube of grease and smeared it on my fingers. I worked two
fingers inside Anders' squishy hole and my cum leaked out of him around my
fingers. He was moaning around Samir's cock. He'd likely already forgotten
how I fucked him. He seemed desperate for the Arab master, the lion's cock.

"MMMM" Anders moaned as Samir throatfucked him deep and fast. He made
gagging sounds as Samir drove too deep. I hadn't heard those sounds before.

I worked three fingers inside Anders and moved them around to stretch him.
If my fingers hurt him, he didn't protest in the least. He wanted my lion
in him.

"Fuck yeah baby boy. Bout to stretch that Nordic baby pussy," Samir growled
as he shoved most of his cock down Anders' throat.

"I think he's good," I said to Samir who gave me an approving nod.

"Thanks baby," he said and leaned down over Anders to kiss me. His tongue
felt so thick and warm in my mouth. I realized I hadn't kissed him enough
today and suddenly I wished it was me who was ready and open for his cock.

Samir pulled out of Anders and I let my fingers slip from his hole. Anders
turned around on the bed to face me, presenting his hole for the lion.
Samir walked forward on his knees and positioned his cock at Anders' hole.

"Come here, baby," he said to me. I got up on my knees and went over to
Samir as my cock leaked a little pre-cum. I felt it drip against my thigh
and realized I was hard again watching his thick Arab meat about to
permanently mark his new property.

Samir put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him. He grabbed
my hand and put it on his shaft. I gripped it. It was so hard and thick
that my fingers didn't touch around its circumference. "Fuck," I whispered
to myself. I pumped the shaft, slimy with Anders' spit and the lube I'd
used on his ass.

I lined his cock up and he started to push against the boy's hole.

"AHHHH FUCKK NO AHHH OWWIE!!," Anders squealed as Samir's cock popped
inside him. Samir leaned down and kissed me again, ignoring the boy's
cries. I looked down to see Anders, for all his protestations, was pushing
back against Samir. My lion wasn't even trying to push into him more.

"You are hurt?" I asked Anders, but he shook his head no.

"Please to fuck please!" he begged and pushed back against Samir's cock
more.

"Yeah baby," Samir said and started to push into him. Anders was willing
but I kept hearing him suck hard on his lip and whimper softly. I stood on
my knees proudly next to my lion as he rubbed my arm and kissed my hair.

I was getting hard again and I pulled away from Samir and went around to
Anders' head. I laid down against the bed and put a finger under his chin.
His eyes had tears, but he smiled at me. Samir was starting to ride him
gently from behind.

"You are ok?" I whispered to Anders. He nodded.

"You don't have to take him if you don't want to," I said, maybe trying to
stop it before his memory of my cock inside him was obliterated by the fat
Arab snake currently plowing his hole.

"I good, yes to fuck me please," Anders whined and then lowered his head
and started to suck my cock again.

"Aww fuck," I whined as Anders' throat found my cock again and started to
milk it. It instantly raged to full thickness and he started to bob on me.
I looked up to see Samir happily plowing Anders from behind.

I laid back against the pillows and closed my eyes as I tangled my fingers
in Anders' soft hair. He was going full blast on my cock again and this
time I could hold out longer. I felt him lurch forward twice a second and
knew Samir was fucking him good. He pushed down on my cock to match the
rhythm.

"Fuck fuck fuck," I mumbled as I slid in and out of his soft lips and
expert throat. I felt bad for the little guy, getting it from both ends.
But he mumbled happily and when I looked up, he was watching my with those
big blue eyes again.

I looked back up at Samir who was nearing that face he made when he was on
the edge.

"You ready, habibi?" he said down to me, and I knew he was close to
finishing.

"Yes sir," I said, feeling myself about to fill Anders again with my seed.

"Uhhhhh," I heard Samir groan as he lurched forward and started to pound
Anders with urgency. Anders lurched forward and took my cock all the way to
the base. He buried his nose in my pubes and looked up at me with the most
beautiful look of contentment. I felt a sense of pride in my boy.

"Fuck yeah baby," I encouraged and pet his cheek with my hand. I felt my
shaft expanding his cheeks and rubbed at the bulge.

"Oh fuck yeah," I growled in unison with Samir as I started to shoot inside
him. I swear I heard it hit the back of his throat as Samir started to
unload in his other end.

"MMMM" he moaned around my cock and I started to feel his cum shoot against
my thigh in warm hard volleys.

The three of us came together, filling and painting each other with pints
of seed. Samir's went deep in Anders' ass as mine filled his mouth and his
splattered against my legs.

"Uhh" "Fuck" "MMM" we came together in a noisy pile of flesh. I bucked
against the bed as Samir slammed him forward with deep thrusts. It was the
hottest thing I'd ever seen. I fought to keep my eyes open but it was too
much for me. My eyes snapped shut as cartoon stars danced through my brain.

"HUHHHH," "FFFFFUCCKKK," "MMMMHuhhh," we moaned together as our bodies
tensed and twisted. Anders fell forward against me  burying my full shaft
inside him as Samir came crashing down on top of him. We rolled over on our
sides and Anders hit the comforter with Samir close behind him. The three
of us were locked together in sweaty, cum-filled ecstasy and we humped
together in rhythm with loud declarations of expletives.

We collapsed together and I felt Samir's warm hands grab for me with Anders
between us. Anders was twisted up like one of Emerson's complicated yoga
moves, but he held on with my cock in his throat. He'd swallowed everything
my body had released.

As we came down, we laid there together. Samir caressed his boys
approvingly as I passed out against the pillows. Anders was between my
legs, rubbing my ass and kissing my tummy.

We laid together drifting in and out of sleep until Samir said it was time
to get cleaned up. We limped off the bed and Samir went to text
housekeeping to clean up the mess. He followed us, swinging that dripping
dark meat between his legs.

I paused inside the bathroom as Anders went for the shower. Samir padded in
and I gripped his cock and milked out the last drops of his juice. I
brought my hand to my lips and licked it clean. As good as fucking Anders
had been, nothing compared to my lion.

"Thank you, sir," I said to him. He ruffled my hair with a smile and then
leaned in to kiss me.

Anders had turned on the shower and sleepily walked into the cold stream. I
heard him yelp as it hit him.

"You liked him better than me?" I asked Samir with worried eyes.

"I like anyone better than you, habibi," he laughed. I wasn't asking for a
joke though and his face quickly straightened up when he read my sad eyes.

"Joke, my baby. Of course there's no one I want to be inside of more than
you. I just thought it was shameful he hadn't been taken by a real Arab. We
have a reputation to think of, little one. You know I love my baby," he
said and pushed me against the wall. His muscles enveloped mine as his lips
connected with me. He pushed his tongue through my lips and I sucked him
into me in a deep kiss.

"I love you, baba," I said when he pulled back.

"I love you more each day, habibi, my little prince," he assured. He pulled
away from me and pointed to the shower. He smacked my ass as I walked away.

We piled into the shower and Samir washed his two sleepy cubs. He had
matching pajamas for us when we got out, both crisp white shorts and
thermal shirts. My muscular frame filled mine out, but Anders was swimming
in his.

We got under the covers and Samir pressed his naked form against me from my
side. He held on to me as Anders nuzzled into my chest. I slipped my arms
around him as he fell asleep against my heartbeat.

I didn't know what we would do with him, but as he fell asleep in my arms
as my lion breathed heavily against my ear, I knew we would figure it out.

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