Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2016 16:30:37 -0800 From: Emri S. Subject: Lincoln's Pride - 8 Please donate to nifty! Let me know what you think of the chapter. We only know if people are reading these if we get feedback. Thank you! tarzanacide@gmail.com +{Lincoln's Pride}+ Part 8 I swore I would protect him. My heart was pounding in my ears as I watched Anders through the window. I knew we couldn't keep him here forever, Samir was set on just the two of us. "Habibi, my boy. You can barely protect yourself. This is for the best," Samir came up behind me and gave my stomach a gentle rub. He had read my mind. I turned to see him considering me with those deep eyes that searched me. "Baby blue eyes, always so worried about everyone else," He straightened up, and reached for my cheek. I pushed away from him, but he caught me. He slid an arm around me and pulled me back against his chest with a serious look. I inhaled his cologne, a sharp wave of spicy amber, and instantly remembered to whom I belonged. I groaned with the annoying realization that he was right. I had nothing to offer Anders, nothing of my own. "I know it is important to you that he is taken care of. But you are mine to take care of. Anders needs a lion of his own, and Khalid already seems quite taken with him," Samir waved a hand towards the window where Anders and Khalid were twined together on a lounger by the pool. Khalid was on his back against a bright orange towel. His chiseled bronze chest shimmered in the morning sun with a thin line of black hair tracing down to disappear beneath a pair of white swim shorts covering his healthy bulge. Anders did look happy tucked into Khalid's side. His delicate fair skin, slathered with sunblock, clearly defined where he ended and his new Lion began. Khalid rubbed his back gently and sipped a glass of something dark and icy. Anders stared up at him adoringly and clung to his side. I knew Anders was impressed by Khalid's ample cock. I'd seen how his eyes doubled in size when we changed together after our last workout. His jaw dropped halfway to the floor and he looked over at me to make sure I was seeing the same thing. I had just shrugged and nodded knowing I couldn't compare. It was all he wanted to discuss the whole ride home. I half expected him to start a fanclub for it, maybe print up some t-shirts or build a monument. He was hooked from first sight and that night when we played together I knew I no longer held his interest. He knew I was owned by Samir and our three-sided arrangement wouldn't last. I definitely didn't enjoy seeing Samir slide inside him. My hole twitched with jealousy. "Anders agrees and is eager to start again here with Khalid. They seem quite taken with each other," Samir looked at me sternly. "You would ruin that for him?" "No, but I promised him he would be safe. I have to make sure he is taken care of." I looked down at his chin and bit my lip. "I know, little one. You have a good heart. It is what I love most about my boy... But you would go with him? Leave your protector? Leave the man who knows and adores every little inch of your handsome body?" Samir leaned in and kissed soft pecks down my neck. He paused at my pressure points and sucked each one expertly. It sent a rush of heat through me, weakened my resolve. I trembled and leaned into his lips. "No, but..." I whispered and closed my eyes against him. His hand went down to my ass and pushed under my jogging shorts to cup my cheek. He squeezed it firmly and rubbed a finger over my hole. "My little pink princess is leaving his lion?" he asked in a low, seductive growl. My cock pulsed against his thigh. "No, sir," I whimpered under his control. "I just..." "My boy's little pink hole will be filled by another?" he kissed his way back up my neck and planted his lips on my earlobe. He chewed it softly as my body melted into his chest and vibrated like a tuning fork. "Uhhh," I moaned and caught my breath, "Never, sir... uhhhh!" "Then that is settled," Samir stated in his business voice devoid of any erotic tones. He gently nudged me back and I fell against the bed with my cock pushing my shorts to full sundial. It was like being slapped out of a dream. "Wait! Uh... weren't we gonna..." I gave a questioning smile. I raised up off the bed a little and pointed at my raging erection. "Really, Lincoln," Samir frowned at me. "We have an important event tonight. My mentor and most respected friend is in town. We can't just spend all day in bed." "Oh... I... of course... sorry, sir," I bit my lip and looked down feeling like a scolded dog. A second later I felt him land next to me on the bed. "Well I suppose if you need some time to worship your master, we can accommodate that," He propped himself up on one arm and winked his big brown eyes at me with those full dark lips pressed into an eager smile. He leaned into me and kissed down my neck while a hand slid around my back. I let my head fall back and moaned as he hit just the right spots. He played me like a flute as my cock pushed to full mast in my shorts, not that he cared much about that. I felt a hand slide into the back of my shorts and a rough finger slid over my hole as my eyes fluttered to stay open. "Fuck please," I hissed as he teased my hole with his dry finger. He wouldn't go in dry. He did get off on domination, but also on the way he could make a tall hunky blonde boy crumple into a lust-filled bottom. His lips found mine then and his teeth scraped against my lower lip playfully as his beard tickled my cheek. "Yarja baba!" I whined against him, "please, daddy." He brought the finger that had teased my hole up to my lips and pushed it through. I sucked on it eagerly. He pushed it to the back of my mouth and I gagged on it, slobbering down the back of his hand. He pumped it a few times, our eyes locking to let me know he was in control, gauging my needs. Sufficiently wet, he took back his finger and wiped my spit off the back of his hand onto my cheeks. He laughed gently at my wet cheeked scowl and then kissed my nose. "Shorts," he whispered to me and I quickly pushed the shorts and briefs down my thighs and then off. My cock thumped out against my shirt and I brought my knees up into my chest so he could get to my hole. He kissed me deeply as he began to work his finger up inside me. We'd had a lot of practice so it wasn't all that unfamiliar to his intrusion. I started to squirm on him while he pushed around inside me, opening me up and touching all the spots that made my body move without control. "Fuck! that... fuck!," I whined as he buried his nose into my neck and lipped at my shirt collar. "Dirty little mouth this morning," he laughed and started to pump his finger in and out of me. "Sorry, sir, I... fuck!" I arched my back, gasping for air as my cock thumped and pulsed against my stomach. "Please fuck me, please." I turned and buried my face in his thick, black hair. My nose hit the scent of almond mixed with his cologne. I lipped at his hair, pulling at it playfully. "Easy, princess. I'm already losing it up there," he joked and started to push a second finger into me. "No sir, it suits you," I said with the pure honesty that comes with losing control of your body to a pleasure expert. "Maybe my cub needs something to do with that beautiful mouth?" I felt his smile spread against my neck as his beard tickled my skin. "Yes sir, please," I whined. He raised up to look me in the eyes as his two fingers gently strummed my hole. "You know you're my world, right?" He said with a little uncertainty in his eyes. "And you are mine," I assured and watched his cheeks fill out with hope. "You're all I need, sir." I admitted. He scraped his chin against mine and then buried his lips into my cheek and blew a raspberry playfully to lighten the intense heat between us. Samir pulled away from me then and let his fingers slip out of me leaving a trail of desperate need in their wake. He wiped them on a fresh hand towel from the bedside table and then slid off his shirt and tossed it across the room. I scrambled up to all fours and put my lips against the waistband of his jogging shorts. I looked up at him with needy eyes and he leaned down to kiss my hair. I slid his shorts down and was hit on the nose with his thick brown snake. It smelled fresh from the shower with just a hint of piss at the tip. I licked at it, tasting my lion. Without warning, he pushed his cock into me and gripped my hair in his fist. I felt the fat tip touch the back of my throat and gagged on it as his thick shaft stretched my jaw. He slid in and out a few times with force and I fought to breathe through my nose as he used me for his pleasure. I looked up at him with pleading eyes and saw him smile down at me. "Too much for my baby cub?" he laughed. I tried to nod or grunt in agreement, but he had too firm a grasp on me. He slid in and out, pumping my skull with force as I began to adjust to it. I wiggled my ass behind me to try and tempt him away from my mouth. Looking up, though, I saw his eyes close and his face screw up like he wanted to cum. I knew that look and it filled me with disappointment that this was ending soon. "NOOO!" I tried to scream around the thick meat filling my mouth. I wanted that nut inside my other end. "MMMMM!" was all I managed. His eyes opened and he looked down at me with confusion, but then nodded knowingly. "Oh yes, I almost forgot your hole needs its lion's gift," he laughed and let go of the clump of my hair he had been holding. He slid out of me and I fell forward against the comforter gasping for air. And then I popped my head up towards something my eye had caught in the window above our bed. The window framed a small alcove off the pool area shielded by a wall of Italian Cypress. Khalid was there sitting in a chair with his shorts pushed down and his bronze skin glistening with sweat. Anders was naked between his legs squatted down with his pale ass clenched tightly. Khalid had his fingers twined through Anders' blonde hair roughly pushing him up and down his thick brown cock. I crawled up the pillows to get a better look, inadvertently positioning my hole in the air for Samir. I didn't awaken to that fact until I felt his tip pressing into me. "My baby wants it from behind today?" he chuckled from behind me oblivious to what was going on in his backyard. It took Samir a few minutes of slowly pushing into me before he realized what I was watching. I guess he truly did only think of me when we were together. By that time Khalid had pulled Anders up and had him squatting in his lap over the massive dark meat. Watching Anders' face, pure ecstasy as he slid down Khalid's pole. Something of it hit me right in the gut. I knew he would never again be satisfied by my larger than average white boy cock. Anders turned towards the window to confirm this fact to me with eyes contorted awkwardly with that blissful mix of pleasure and pain. Khalid had his heart and his hole. Our eyes locked and he tried to put out a smile towards me, but he was getting stuffed too hard and it came out like a severe "O." I realized I was giving him the same look as my own lion was ramming into me. Anders and I mirrored each other through the window in an awkward dance as he slid up and down on Khalid and Samir started taking out his frustrations at my lack of focus on my stretched hole. He leaned over me and bit softly on the back of my neck, chewing his cub's scruff as he filled his baby's hole. I felt his hot breath escape around my neck and it sent chills through me. I felt pride at bringing him pleasure as he gave me what I craved. I tore my eyes from Anders to bite down on a corner of pillow that rubbed against my lips. "Uh Uh Uh," I whined as he forced his way deep inside me finding all the little spots that lit up my runway. "You see, little cub?" Samir surprised me from behind as he growled into my ear. "Anders enjoys what he was created for. Like you, he needs to be filled by a real man. Your place is here. He is quite settled on his lion," He gripped my hair and turned me to face him as he leaned farther and kissed me hard. "Samir," I started. "Yes, my love," he said as he sped up his invasion on my well conquered land. "So am I, sir. Thank you for giving me what I need." I whispered as his lips hovered over mine. "Fuck," he growled deeply and started to unload inside me. I felt his thick weapon go still inside me and then it started to pulse and fill me. It was so big and powerful that it actually lifted me off the covers each time he shot out another volley. "Fuck," He held me tightly with my back against his chest. He started clawing and squeezing my nipples, twisting them as my body started to join him. My cock started shooting out cum all over the covers and hitting up to my arms and chest. I laid there against his brawny arms, suspended over the bed spasming helplessly as he filled my hole and I coated his bed. "Fuck," we cried together, our new favorite word for this all familiar feeling. His teeth bit into my shoulder as he sucked on it and kept jerking and pumping cum into me. I forgot entirely about the scene outside the window as he slid all the way into me and dumped the last of his cargo off at the port of his needy cub. He slumped forward and pressed me down into the sticky mess of our love. He turned my face to kiss him deeply as his weight rested uncomfortably on me. His tongue wrestled mine into submission as he came down and the last bits of his joy leaked into my slurpy hole. I felt his cum running out of me around his shaft as he pumped it lazily. It ran down my thighs and dripped onto the already ruined bed. He rolled over onto his back and brought me with him as we were still locked together with his massive tool lodged deep inside me. He spooned me there against the bed, kissing my neck and making butterfly kisses with his eyelashes against my cheek. He rubbed his prickly beard against my cheek and then settled in for a quick nap as he hugged me tightly. I squirmed a little in his grip and then settled in with my face against the pillow. I felt his warm breath against my ear and then he started to snore in a blissful nap. His methodical snore lulled me into a dreamy nap. I dreamed we were in one of the video games he liked to play, soldiers side by side fighting zombies in a war torn abandoned resort town. I never got to shoot any of them though. Much like when we played the game together, he was quicker on the draw and seemed to anticipate where they would pop up. And just like when we played together, he would toy with me. He'd point out one and say, "Get it baby!" but then before I could get it he would take it out and claim it was too close to me. ++++ "Are you sure this is what you want me to wear?" I tugged at the thin, skin-tight black t-shirt. It was this semi-see through material that showed the white of my skin which had gotten paler since Samir insisted I be slathered in sunscreen every day on every exposed piece of flesh. It was tucked into equally tight khaki pants that made my ass look pretty awesome. He was normally more conservative with my clothing. "Yes, of course," Samir said, popping his head into the bathroom to look me over with an approving nod. "They shouldn't be that tight though... You've been lifting more. I thought I noticed earlier, but now I'm sure of it." "Yes sir! Khalid and I have been challenging each other! He's stronger than he looks," I flexed my arms excitedly for him in the mirror expecting a smile of admiration. "I'll talk to him about that. It wasn't the plan for you," he grunted and went back to the main room. I gave myself one last series of flexes in the mirror. The pants gave me a nice big bulge in the front and I squeezed it a few times to pump it up. Kick-ass me looked pretty hot. "You look fine, stop primping, princess," Samir had poked his head back inside just in time to catch me fluffing. He didn't miss the opportunity to knock me down a notch. I ran my fingers through the top of my blonde hair to push it back. Samir had me on weekly haircuts to keep it shaved down on the sides and just long enough on top for him to get a firm hold on me when I was sucking his cock. He liked to pull on it and then shove me down until I gagged on him. It was a good look on me and gave him something to hold on to. I turned to exit just as he was coming back into the bathroom. He took it as me needing a hug. He pulled me into him, kissed me, and squeezed my ass. "Let's go, little cub. I don't want to be late," He said and pushed me out towards the front door. We spent the drive over with Samir filling me in on Kamal's success. He had been Samir's mentor through college and a business internship. He was in his early 40's and had amassed a fortune in oil and land investments. He was here to look at infrastructure improvements in Satra and Samir hoped he would partner with him on a few possibly lucrative projects. "He is self-made, Lincoln. No family money. He earned it all from his hard work. He is a genius in our field." Samir had explained. I feigned interest as I watched the city fly by us in a colorful blur as we headed to the collection of hotels along the waterfront. "You will be good, obedient, and most importantly quiet. Keep your eyes down and look only at me unless he requires your attention. You will not speak unless directed. If you have any needs you look only to me and wiggle your nose twice. Understood?" Samir had his hand on my thigh as he drove the sports car unnecessarily fast up a wide, flat boulevard. He squeezed me and moves his hand up near my bulge which made my cock stir and my hole twitch in anticipation. "Yes... Sir," I gulped and looked down at his hand. I put my hand over his and he lifted up and intertwined our fingers together. He squeezed my hand assuringly. "You're a good boy, Lincoln. I know you will make me proud." ++++ "Kamal, old friend," Samir began and then pushed me in front of the man he had just kissed in standard Arab greeting. "This is Lincoln, my obedient cub." Samir squeezed my shoulder and then thrust me forward into Kamal's waiting arms. The older man pulled me into his substantial chest. "Salaam, Habibi," His soft brown lips were uncomfortably close, a few inches above mine. When he spoke, his lips were just the right height to fill my nose with the wine he had just sipped. I looked down at his tight, green polo shirt stuffed with muscles as I tried to figure out what I should do in this greeting. His large, round eyes studied me. I only made quick glances up at them and felt the weight of his authority push me back down. His thick, camel nose gave me a subtle sniff. He towered over me with the calm strength of a lion who knows there is no challenger to his throne. I felt his hand in the center of my back as his brawny arms drew me deeper into his spicy, amber cologne. He kissed my cheek and then the other, leaving a trail of burn from his prickly black beard. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against mine as his warmth spread through me with a shiver. I tried to gently pull away from him, but he held me firmly and spoke over my shoulder to Samir in Arabic as he cupped the back of my head and roughly worked his fingers through my hair. "He is very beautiful, Samir! It is obvious that those blue eyes sparkle only for you. Mine will be joining us shortly. He takes too long to get ready. He isn't as fair or blonde as yours, but he is a good boy. Has it been that long since you've visited?" I was proud of myself for understanding all of that. "You are most kind, Kamal. Though I am sure your cub is much more handsome and assuredly more obedient under your instruction," Samir responded in Arabic with that cultural conversation style of downtalking your own things so the other would praise them. I was getting used to it, but still I felt like a used lamp in mid-haggle. I was so focused on decoding their Arabic that I hadn't noticed my cock pressing into his thigh until we shifted a little to the right. My bulge rubbed against his pants and he released me slightly and looked down. He gave me a smile with his lips curled up on the left side and then clicked his tongue appreciatively with a wink. He squeezed my ass one last time and then eased off of me. "Yes," Kamal said to Samir as he allowed me to pull away from him. "He is quite perfect." He looked at me with dark eyes that had the same spark I saw in Samir when he was ready to plow me full force. I turned away and tried to conceal my tent. Samir had taken a seat in a deep, oversized grey chair. He reached for me and pulled me down into his lap. He put one arm around me and rested his other hand in my lap, stroking my tent playfully. "My good boy," he whispered and bit softly on my earlobe. Kamal sat opposite us in a matching chair and a servant came out with a tray of glasses. He poured glasses from a red wine bottle for the men and then poured similarly colored juice into the remaining two. He bowed gracefully to leave and Kamal nodded. Behind him slinked in a tall, athletic white guy. He was maybe a few years older and a few inches taller than me. He had a deep bronze tan and light brown, sun-streaked hair over a handsome face with sea-green eyes. He wore a tight green shirt to match his lion. His broad chest veered down to a narrow waist as his shirt disappeared into a pair of khaki jogger pants that hugged an ample, bubbled butt. He paused behind the servant and flashed an unnaturally white smile at Kamal before lowering his head. His lion beckoned for him to come and he strode cautiously over to the man's side. "Say hello, Bren," Kamal said with his eyes on Samir. "Sir," Bren said with a subdued nod to Samir who pushed me to the side and stood. I felt jealousy seep through my chest as Samir walked to Bren and kissed his cheeks. He didn't linger on him like Kamal had done to me, nor did he squeeze his healthy ass. I got to my feet anyways since I guess I was up next in this. But then he said something that felt like a knife. "As I suspected, Kamal. You always find the most beautiful the world can offer. This one does not disappoint," Samir cooed. It may have been just Arab politeness, but it stung none-the-less. I coughed and they turned to look at me. Samir accurately gauged my look and his smile pressed into a remorseful line. "Bren, say hello to Lincoln," Kamal interjected with a look to me that said he too could read my jealousy. "Hi, mate. Nice to meet ya then," Bren relaxed and came toward me with a smile. He'd dropped the subdued formality used with his master. I was on his level. He offered me his hand and I gripped it as hard as I could though he didn't seem to notice. "You're British?" I asked, feeling disarmed by his strange English. "Nah from 'straya cunt, You?" He exclaimed "Woah, what's straya?... cunt?" I said with a nervous laugh. "Australia, dude," Bren said in a mock American accent and shook a hang ten sign with his right hand as he clicked his tongue. "Oh. I'm from California," I said with a louder than necessary tone. "Ah the other surfers' paradise!" he beamed with charisma and clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. "I guess so," I said and shifted uncomfortably. "Bren, show Lincoln the view while Samir and I catch up. It will be some time before we eat," Kamal said from behind us. I looked over at Samir who nodded approval as he sipped his drink. He gave me a wink and I turned to nod at Bren. "Yes sir," Bren said, resuming his respectful quiet, and guided me towards the patio of the hotel suite. It was a warm night with a salty wind coming off the bay. We were on the top floor of the hotel with a sweeping view of the city and water. "Striking, nah! It goes all around," Bren said and pointed to the patio that circled around the top of the building. I nodded, taking in the view. He started walking around the side and I followed. "Not allowed to talk?" he said as we paused on the other side to see the hills lit up with homes. Ours was up there somewhere. He reached up and grabbed hold of the steel beam that supported the roof covering. He lifted himself up and pumped out a few pull-ups to show off his arms, then added, "What a beauty!" to the view below us. He smiled down at me and nodded up to the right as though I should join him. It was a little too close to the edge, but I didn't want him thinking I couldn't keep up. I reached up and jumped until my fingers caught the top of the beam. I dangled for just a second before I pulled myself up and wrapped my palms firmly around the top. I focused my eyes upward to the dark sky and the round crescent that glowed like Samir watching over me. I pulled myself up easily enough, but then I had the stupid notion to look down. "Ah shit, fuck that's fuck," I gasped as I looked down and saw a stream of taxis 40 floors below us waiting for their fares. "Is ok, little cub, daddy will catch for you," Bren laughed and did an ugly impression of his master's tone. "Dude don't make me laugh. I... fuck that's a long drop!" I laughed and felt a gust of wind blow me back towards the building. I felt my stomach turn and wanted nothing more than for Samir to catch me. Bren was swinging like a monkey, baring his teeth at me with a wide smile. He pulled his knees up into his chest like he was about to cannonball off the side. He pumped himself a few times on the beam and then dropped into perfect stance next to me. "Help, mate?" he asked but I shook my head. "I got this," I said, not sure how I would get down. I dangled there for a minute, thinking. Bren took the opportunity to poke his head up from between my legs and he grabbed me firmly by my waist. I let go of the beam and he steadied me on his shoulders with his hair against my crotch like we were about to play chicken fight at the neighborhood pool. He turned towards the building and raised me up off of him and then set me on my feet. "I said I had it," I said with a little ice in my throat. "You... had it," he laughed, ignoring my wounded pride. He walked on, "We have some time. Kamal likes to prattle on... half a spliff with me?" I had no idea what he meant, but I nodded like I did. "Yeah totally!" I sounded a little too excited. Bren reached under a deck chair and slid out a small leather pouch. He pulled out a joint and some matches. I had friends who smoked back in high school. I knew Samir wouldn't be ok with this, but I couldn't exactly back out now. "You won't get in trouble? He seems kinda strict," Bren asked in a slight mocking tone that left me little option to back out. "No way, we do it all the time," I lied knowing Samir liked a clean cub. He lit up and took in a deep breath, holding it in with a look like he smelled something awful. He passed it over to me. I'd never actually done it, but I'd seen it enough times to know how this went. We passed it back and forth a few times as the blanket of city lights spread out before us. I only coughed a few times. I knew Samir would be upset with me, but I didn't want that to ruin my time. "I haven't felt this in awhile," I said as I passed the last bit of it back to him. "What's that then?" Bren asked in a rasp as he sucked in. "Just chilling with another guy like me. I didn't realize how much my life changed here," I said without giving value to whether that was good or bad. "Yeah nah, just takes ya over, these blokes. Bloody Oath I was set to play football on scholarship before I met Kamal. Haven't looked back since though," Bren laughed offered the last hit back to me but I shook my head. We sat there quietly, probably both thinking about how these men had overtaken our lives, desires, destinies. Not that I'd trade it for my boring little life back in the quiet mountain town above LA. I wouldn't, honest. My body got a quick chill and I thought about heading back inside to bask in Samir's glow. "I want to show you something!" Bren jumped up and flicked the end of the joint into a large decorative clay pot. I got to my feet, the cement felt suddenly bouncy as I followed him with unsteady legs. "Hey look what I can do," I said with a sudden jolt of excitement. "What?" Bren turned to me, looking for whatever trick I had proposed. "Nah it's over, you missed it!" I said realizing I didn't have anything to show him. "Idiot," Bren laughed and shook his head at me with a friendly smile. He pushed open a glass door and then put his hand on my back to guide me through it into a dark, chilled room. My feet touched tile as Bren moved around me hit a button on the wall. The room came to life with a trail of pairs of pink and blue lights that lit up across the ceiling like a landing strip. He hit another button and soft beat music started to play. The lights gave sight to a large round tub with a crescent shaped pool that hugged one side of it. He hit another button and dancing white lights came on from underneath the water and pulsed to the rhythm of the music. "Sex room!" I said with an odd laugh. My head was feeling like it could float away. "Yeah nah... that's just one setting though! There's a cartoon setting too if you want kid's music and the laser mermaid to swim around the pool side," he laughed. "No, nope nuh uh," I shook my head. "Don't be a soft cock, Link. The hash wasn't that strong," Bren laughed. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it towards a built in shelf unit on the side. The top shelves were lined with blue towels and his shirt landed on the empty shelf below them. "GOAL!!" He yelled with raised arms. He kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants to the floor. His body was smooth, tanned muscle. With the shirt off, I could see his perfectly square chest with a spray of five stars in an odd cross pattern. His abs, like the rest of him, were cut from steel and disappeared into a small pair of light green briefs. He hooked his thumbs into the sides and slid them down exposing a small, stubby cock nestled amongst a trimmed brown bush of pubes. It was the only part of him that didn't live up to expectation. I couldn't hold back the smile that crept across my face I was feeling like Bren had everything. I guess my grin gave my feelings away though because he looked at me weird. "bro, round here for us, cock sizye doesn't matter. Never measures up to them. They only want in your freckle anyhow! Let off it and be yourself," he shrugged and tossed his briefs to join his shoes near the wall. Bren hit another switch on the wall and the tub started to bubble with jets. He leaned down and then went into a handstand, stretching his legs towards the ceiling as his soft cock dangled down over his pubes. He walked on his hands backwards towards the hot tub. When his ass hit the side of it, he bent his legs back and pushed off with his hands. He landed in the water right-side up in a pretty impressive trick. For some reason I clapped. Whatever was in that stuff we smoked, it was taking the driver's seat in my head with full force now. "C'mon then! They won't mind," Bren encouraged as he sat down in the water and splayed his arms behind his head along the edges of the hot tub. "Start the show, Lincoln," he laughed. I slid off my shirt and Bren started making stripper music sounds and laughing. I played along and started to dance as a slight blush set in across my cheeks. I got all the way down to my briefs when Bren came forward in the hot tub to get a closer look with a big smile. I started to do some made up stripper moves but then I stumbled and just shucked the briefs. I came up to the side of the hot tub. I put a leg over and the water was super hot. "Ahh woah!" I yelped and pulled my foot back. "That's hot hot." "Lemme show you the trick," Bren reached for my hand. I looked at him with uncertainty but he nodded his head impatiently. I gripped his offered handshake and he put his other hand on my elbow and then forcefully yanked me over the side and into the boiling water. I landed with a splash against his chest and we both started laughing crazily. "AHHH!" I punched his chest hard as the water seethed over me. If it hurt him, he didn't let on. He just pulled me against his chest and flipped me over on my back. We wrestled around for a few minutes with laughs and fists until he was satisfied that he could take me. "There's my boy," I heard a voice behind me and turned my head to see Kamal at the open doorway. Samir was behind him and he gave me a shocked look as he saw my naked ass in the air as Bren pinned me against his chest. I straightened up as Bren released me and I sat next to him in the hot tub as I looked at Samir. I should have been worried or realized that this probably wasn't how he wanted to find me at his most respected mentor's home. But in my freshly smoked state I just waved at him excitedly and told him to join us. "Why are you naked?" he asked cautiously, judging that Kamal was not at all shocked to find us like this. "I dunno, sir. Why are YOU, naked?" I laughed at my joke stupidly and no one joined me. "I'm not... wait... Lincoln, did you?" Samir came over to me and leaned down as though he were going to kiss me. I pushed my puckered lips up to his face but instead he put his nose there and sniffed. "You're high?!" He was pissed. I just kept my lips there and pumped them like a guppy waiting for a snack. "Please sir," I said with a mock to Bren's accent, "Please Kiss!" I laughed. Samir was not amused, but he stroked my cheek gently. "You will be punished when we get home," he whispered into my ear after he leaned down to kiss my guppy lips. "Oh. I apologize sir. Completely my fault. He said you guys smoked up all the time." Bren said in his subdued formal tone. "Bren!" Kamal barked. "You should have gotten permission from his owner before sharing with him. Not all lions are as permissive with their cubs." "Sorry, sir," Bren lowered his eyes and put on an expression like a scolded dog. "It's ok, really," Samir said but kept eyes on me that said otherwise. "Well a hot soak does sound nice," Kamal said and I looked over to see him sliding off his shirt. He had a thick chest covered in dark hair. I felt my cock twitch under the water as Samir pet my hair. "Yeah, sure," Samir said and stood to peel off his tight t-shirt. I watched as the two Arabs slid out of their clothes and turned to see Bren keep his eyes lowered as he waved his hands slowly through the water. "We busted," I whispered to him and then laughed. "Yup," he said with a slight edge to his voice like he thought he could get us out of it. The two men stood before us with equally ample cocks dangling between their legs. Samir crawled in and settled next to me. He lifted me up and floated me over to his lap. I laid back against his chest as he rubbed my abs. I started laughing as he hit my ticklish points and I felt his lips against my neck. "What did you give him?" Kamal laughed, "He's down for the count." "Some of the good hash from Amsterdam," Bren responded quietly, looking to Kamal with bright eyes, as if waiting for some kind of approval. Kamal's presence completely changed him from rugged alpha to someone eager to please, obedient. He was like the star athlete who does everything for his coach. "Good, it's pure from the organic place," Kamal said and then took pity on his cub. He reached for him and pulled Bren into his lap. He put his arms around him and kissed his cheek. Bren perked up instantly and smiled into Kamal's kind eyes. "Sorry sir," he said again. I watched this as I felt Samir's finger push up against my hole. I squirmed on it. "How will I punish my wayward cub?" Kamal lipped at Bren's chin and looked at him adoringly. "And what do you have to say for yourself?" Samir looked at me with stern eyes, expecting Bren's repentant response from me. He slid his finger out of me and used two fingers to give a rough smack right on my hole. I yelped. It stings worse than you'd think. "I want cheetos. Do we have cheetos in this country?" I chewed my lip as I felt my stomach rumble. Samir's disapproval exploded into laughter, "You better be glad you're so fucking cute in this state. But I will redden that tight ass when we get home." "So that's a yes or a no on the cheetos? Is that not a thing here? I don't think we finished with that topic and I'm concerned by your lack of urgency," I said firmly. Samir responded by pushing me off of him and pinning me back against the side of the hot tub. He leaned in and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my waiting mouth. His chest pressed against mine as his arm slid under my back to steady me. His cock floated between my thighs and I felt it harden. He pulled his lips back from mine and growled at me in a low voice. "Yes to fuck for me please?" I did my best impression of Anders' nordic accent and was rewarded with another laugh from Samir. "Not here and not while you're all fucked up," he said and leaned in to nibble on my cheek as he rubbed me with protective arms. "You won't enjoy it either, but it will teach you not to break the rules. You're too young for alcohol or drugs. Your body isn't finished developing yet. Lots of things can go wrong," he whispered into my ear with a worried look. "I'm sorry, sir," I said and lowered my eyes to his chest, understanding why he kept such tight control on me. "You will be when we get home," he said softly and then kissed my cheek again. He gave one firm smack to my ass and then grabbed it forcefully. "Is your boy all right then?" Kamal called from behind me. I turned to see Bren tucked in under his arm looking quiet. "I think he will be. He's just out of it like he was when he had a bad reaction to bee sting medication," Samir said and I remembered fumbling around his naked body in the tub as he cleaned me when I was out of it from medication for the bee attack I'd endured. I was so fascinated by him then and even more so now. "Do you mind if I have a look? I've nursed Bren back a few times when he was doing more serious stuff and hiding it from me. It took heavy discipline to get him down to just marijuana. He was a wild cub for the longest time," Kamal said matter-of-factly and gave a pat to Bren's hair. "Sure," Samir nodded, reluctant to let me go, and kissed my cheek. Samir cupped my ass and pushed me gently in Kamal's direction. I moved unsteadily through the water to Kamal as he sat patiently, calm and relaxed and looking at me with a gentle affection. He grabbed my chin with a soft touch and moved my face this way and that, looking at my eyes. "Spell your name, pretty blonde boy." He commanded a doctor's affect. I chuckled a little, for no apparent reason, but complied. "L-I-N-C-O-L-N." "Okay, good," Kamal said. "Now spell it backwards." I stared back into his deep, brown eyes. "L," I began unsteadily. Everyone laughed. Kamal impulsively hugged me to his hair-covered chest, his fingers twined into my hair, and I felt my dick go rock hard. Not sure about etiquette, I arched my ass back slightly so that my erection didn't press against him. "Poor little stoned boy. You're fine, but perhaps no more hash for you tonight." Bren was laughing, but looked a little guilt-ridden. "He said you two do it all the time!" Samir laughed. "No, we do not! Lincoln has never had drugs." Kamal looked at me, his face close to mine. I felt like a kitten being held by a bear. "Is that true, pretty blond boy? Did you lie to Bren?" I nodded. The kindness in Kamal's eyes stayed there, but his tone grew stern. "Speak up boy." "Yeah, I lied. I'm sorry." Kamal let me go, and parked me solidly at his side. He had one boy under each arm. Bren felt vindicated, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Not so fast, habibi," Kamal said. "You still should have asked permission of Samir. Apologize to him, properly." "Sorry, Sir," Bren said, sounding genuinely remorseful. "It's all right. My cub should not have deceived you." Samir pulled himself up from the hot tub and sat on the edge, just his feet in the water. He breathed deeply as the cold air hit his body. His cock, totally soft, looked plump and full on top of his heavy balls. Kamal wasn't satisfied. "Properly, little cub. Go to him and apologize as a cub does to a man." Sheepishly, Bren waded through the water. He reached Samir, who loomed over him. "I'm sorry that I didn't ask, Sir." He kneeled in the water and put his forehead on Samir's knee, and left it there. Samir put his hand on the back of Bren's neck, and pulled him up. They looked into each other's eyes, Samir's hand firmly gripping Bren by the back of his hair, and I could feel a strange charge pass between them. Bren lowered his eyes, and caught sight of Samir's ample cock. He trembled for a moment with excitement. Samir said nothing, but I felt sure that he was doing this in part for me, to teach me a lesson about the order of things. "Bren, why don't you bring in a joint for Samir. I seem to recall he likes the Amsterdam hash. It's the least we could do for your bad behavior," Kamal said as he pulled me into his lap with a gentle, "Come, little one." "Yes sir, if it pleases you," Bren said and looked up at Samir with big eyes. "Sure, why not," Samir laughed and looked over at me as Kamal steadied me on his thigh with an arm around me. Bren got out of the hot tub and traipsed through the open door to the patio without putting clothes on. His stubby little cock bounced a little as he passed me. Kamal put a hand to my cheek and turned me to face him. He had kind brown eyes and studied me intently. "He's a strong boy, not as built as Bren, but then you always liked them a little smaller if I recall Caleb." "Your nose," I said and reached to touch his face. It was firm, not as wide as Samir's but it fit his face and his squarer features. "Yes, little one?" he said with an amused smirk. "It's smaller than Samir's," I remarked. "I love his nose. It fits just between my nuts when he has his tongue inside me. I like how it tickles them as he dives in and out of me. He's the best, so amazing." I felt myself babbling on but couldn't stop. "His eyes look ok," Kamal said to Samir and then he turned back to me, "Go on, little cub." "He knows just how to make me feel so... perfect. Like it's natural to have a guy's tongue in my hole. Do you do that to Bren?" I asked boldly. "Yes I do. He likes it very much as I'm sure you do with Samir's ample size," Kamal said as his grin widened. "Oh Lincoln!," Samir said behind me with embarrassment, "Do you want me to take him back? He tends to babble on inappropriately." "No, he's fine. He's enjoying his buzz," Kamal laughed. He steadied me with one arm behind me and a hand cupping my ass. His other arm was across my lap with his hand on my thigh. "He's getting pretty hard over here talking about you. It is obvious his heart beats only for his lion," Kamal laughed again as I traced a finger around his nose. "He is a hungry little hole," Samir laughed. Bren came back through the door with the leather pouch where he kept his stash. He sat down beside Samir on the edge of the hot tub, dangling his feet into the water as Samir did. He lifted the joint to Samir's mouth, and then proceeded to light it for him. They sat side by side, passing the joint back and forth while the conversation continued. They were an incredible contrast, I couldn't help but stare thoughtfully as Kamal rubbed me and spoke. Bren was a muscled paragon of Australian manhood, but next to Samir he seemed only half a man. He was tan, but Samir was darker. He was handsome and smooth and muscled, but Samir was hairy and powerful. And while Samir's dick lay proud, brown and heavy over his enormous balls, Bren's little acorn jutted out over his much smaller balls like a bit of comic relief. Samir took a pull and then passed the joint back to him. As he handed back the joint, Samir put an arm around him and left it there, just like Kamal had one arm around me. The effect was nearly instant. Samir left his arm there, and within a few seconds Bren's little acorn had sprouted into full wood. It was rock hard and jutted up six inches, a normal sized dick I would have said back in the day. Smaller than mine, but I was big. Yet even fully hard, Bren was smaller than Samir totally soft. Kamal saw the boner and laughed. "Ugh, look at you! Horny little devil. First you drug his cub, and now you try to poke him with your little Australian prick?" Samir looked to Bren's crotch and his face showed a deeply confused expression. The pot was beginning to take effect. He blinked at Bren's dick, like he wasn't sure what he was seeing, and then laughed. "I forgot how small they are, these white boys! My cub is a bull compared to this." "A bull, eh?" Kamal said, skeptical. "Show him, Lincoln. You shouldn't stay in the hot water too long anyway." I froze a little. "Um – I'm ok – " I trailed off, and could feel myself blush. I'd been happy to show it off to Bren, but the weed made every feeling more intense. Suddenly, I felt strangely self-conscious. Kamal looked to Samir. "His modesty and sincerity – what a change from the last one! That outshines even the fact that he is far more beautiful than Caleb. Samir, you have grown up and learned judgment," Kamal said, with total sincerity. Samir beamed. Now it was his turn to bask in a mentor's approval. Kamal affectionately patted my head. "Here, sweet boy. I'll get out first, so you feel less on display." He grabbed the joint from Bren and took a long pull before he got up out of the water, and sat with his feet dangling in, as Samir had. His body was powerful like Samir's, but different. He was less thick, but more broad shouldered. There was no sign of encroaching middle aged flab. He was a good deal hairier than Samir, and the hair across his chest was flecked with grey, like his temples. I stepped out of the water and sat on the edge beside him. I was already hard. Kamal whistled appreciatively. "I'm sure the girls were surprised by that back home," he said. "In a locker room in Europe or America, you would be quite the bull." "My girlfriend loved it!" I said, and everyone laughed. "These white boys," Kamal mused. "They are something aren't they? So strange how differently they are made. Look at Bren's little sprout. Go ahead, touch it. You can't appreciate how different it is until you feel how light it is in your hand." Samir hesitated only a moment before he reached down, with his other hand, and lightly ran his fingers under Bren's throbbing erection. He tapped it from below and watched it bounce delicately. Bren whimpered with pleasure, but Samir only chuckled. "It has no weight," he said in awe, and he reached down to his own thickening cock to feel the difference. Kamal nodded. "Can you even remember having a cock so small? I think that by the time I was 13, I had more in my pants than this. And yet in Australia, they were all like this. The bodies grown like men, but the cocks barely there." "But it suits them," Samir said. "I would not have it any other way." He reached down and tickled Bren's balls lightly. Bren whimpered, relaxed in the embrace of Samir's other arm. He stared at Samir's dick, now hard, in awe. Kamal set himself back into the water, sighing in contentment. "Yes, they are beautiful. Beautiful little men." "I have a bigger one!" I piped up, feeling the need to contribute to the conversation. Kamal and Samir chuckled. Kamal gestured for me to get back into the water, beside him. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was hardening rapidly, and swelled to a size I would never have imagined possible before I met Samir. "Do you think we need a ruler to judge, Habibi?" Kamal whispered, gently. "That is a real man's cock. It has been fucking white men since I was younger than you. I was poor then, working in a hotel. He was 28, here on business, an English man, blond like you. He was powerfully built, and I was just a skinny boy back then! Somehow, I knew that I was a man and he was not. I was a virgin, but I knew. I brought food to his room daily. Then one day, after I brought his food cart I closed the door and opened my pants and he fell to his knees like a common whore. He cried like a baby when I fucked his ass. He was in our country on business a long time, and if I denied him this" Kamal closed my fingers tighter around the thick shaft – "if I denied him this, he would beg for it." I listened, the hash and the words and heat hypnotizing me. "I hear you tried to have your own cub," Kamal said, not without kindness. "This Anders boy. You took him from a man I know – a weak man, and not a good one." "Yeah, Samir did it. I just – I asked him to help Anders." "You are a good boy," Kamal said simply. "You don't need to be weak to submit to your lion. Look at Bren – he is a strong boy, a strong man even, better than any man I've met. But when we are together, we give each other something," Kamal sighed dreamily. "It is very special, when the cub is strong, a man, but submits to his lion." Then, suddenly, Kamal chuckled and shifted – "No, little cub," He reached down to my other hand. Without realizing it, I'd begun jerking off. He stopped me, and removed my other hand from his dick. "Save it for your lion," he said. He must have seen something in my face, because he looked concerned. "You look troubled," he said quietly. "What is it?" I looked over at Samir and Bren. They had moved into the pool and were wrestling. It was a nearly even match. Bren was very crafty, and quick. The vibe had shifted between them – the erotic tension was still there, but now they were laughing, playing. Samir's dominance hadn't disappeared, but it was set to low. The highly charged feeling I'd witnessed a moment ago seemed to have melted into playful reverie. "I'm confused," I whispered to Kamal. I kept my voice low, feeling ashamed as I admitted it. "Why do I change when I'm around men like... Samir and... you. I don't understand why I feel like I do." Kamal held me tighter to his chest. "This is normal," he said. "I can't understand myself, but surely this feels natural." I couldn't deny that, but he must have seen that I still felt distressed. "Your lion and I must get a little business done tonight. Ask Bren. Maybe he can help you. He is much smarter than he pretends." Kamal moved away then to join the other two in the pool. I got out and found a towel from the side shelves. I sat on the edge of the hot tub with it wrapped around my waist and started to wander through my head. The pot was changing in me and my thoughts started to click into place. "All right then?" Bren asked as he came to sit by me with a towel of his own. I looked up and saw Kamal and Samir had left us. Bren smiled at me hopefully. "Sorry I got you in trouble. I didn't mean to do that," I said. "No worries, Link. Kamal said you had questions for me. Fire away," Bren raised an eyebrow towards me with a shameless grin. I had so many questions for him and knew he could help me sort this out.... ++++ Let me know what you think of the chapter. We only know if people are reading these if we get feedback. Thank you! tarzanacide@gmail.com