Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2018 11:52:46 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Lukas & The Shah- Ch 11

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Story Recap: Lukas, an athletic California 17 yr-old with blonde hair, blue
eyes, and  tight body, loves Ari, a wealthy, muscled, 25 yr-old Persian who
dominates his boy. Lukas was visiting his father in his desert hometown,
but trouble sent them both running back to the Khorasanis.



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Lukas & The Shah

Ch.11- The Boy &

By Emri

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"I see him! Right there, dad," I said excitedly when dad pulled into the
parking lot and I spotted Ari leaning against his car and checking
something on his phone. He looked so handsome in a tight red polo shirt
tucked into pressed khaki pants. Both the shirt and pants were stuffed with
his muscles and package. His dark almond skin glistened under the
California sun.



"Well let me park before you jump out," dad laughed. Ari was so excited
when I texted him that we were coming back early. He said he'd talked to
his father this morning just after his father had talked to mine so I knew
he knew more than I did.



>From what I'd overheard the night before, I knew dad was unhappy out in the
desert and not doing well with his job. I also knew, from their numerous
arguing, that things weren't going well with Denise. I wouldn't be sad to
see her go if they were breaking up. From what I pieced together, Mr.
Khorasani was offering to find dad a job here. Dad didn't say there was a
job, only that we were going to see a boat place.



Dad was as excited as I was. We were parked at an upscale warehouse/office
park in Orange County where Ari's uncle kept one of his businesses. This
one dealt in luxury boats; sales, maintenance, repairs, etc... Dad loved
boats and Mr. Khorasani had taken note when we visited the restaurant on
the marina where he walked dad around. Working on them would be a dream job
for dad.



We hopped out of the car and I tried to walk towards Ari, but once he
looked up from his phone and our eyes met, I broke into a run. He stretched
out his arms and I jumped. He caught me and brought me in against his
chest. I knew I looked ridiculous, but I couldn't help myself. Burying my
nose into his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his neck felt like the
pieces of me were whole again; glued together by his love.



"Jeez. You'd think they've been apart for months!" Dad laughed.



"At Lukas' age, everything is a big deal, every feeling is amplified," Mr.
Khorsani said. I hadn't seen him there, but he appeared next to dad with
his arm around him,



"Hi, sir!" I said excitedly. Ari set me down after a quick kiss to my neck.
I went for another hug from Mr. Khorasani. He didn't lift me up like his
son had, but he held me just as tight.



"Steven... Lukas. I would like you to meet my brother, Mirteza." Mr.
Khorasani said when he let me go. I wheeled around to see a younger &
slightly taller, but leaner & less muscular version of Mr. Khorasani. He
had



"Hi, Mister... um. Should I call you Mister Khorasani too?" I asked. It would
get confusing.



"Mister Teza is fine for you," he said in that deep Persian daddy tone. He
looked me over then did the same to my father.



"It's so nice to meet you, sir. I can't wait to see inside!" dad glowed. He
shook Mr. Teza's hand and beamed at the man. Dad looked so much younger
when he was lit up with excitement. The tension and angst from his life
with Denise melted away. Mr. Teza smiled at him fondly, put a hand on his
shoulder, and led him towards the warehouse.



"You two will meet us for lunch. Two hours." Mr. Khorasani put his hand on
my shoulder, looking unsure about letting us go off alone.



"The italian place on Naples?" Ari asked, putting his hand on my other
shoulder and looking happy to be off alone with me.



"Yes. We have reservations for the rooftop private patio so make sure he
puts on sunblock when you get there," Mr. Khorasani instructed and squeezed
my shoulder a little too hard.



"Of course. I have a new bottle in my trunk." Ari rubbed his hand down my
back and then gripped my bicep. I almost swore they were about to play
tug-of-war with me.



"We'll be good, sir," I promised.



"I have no doubt you will, little one." Mr. K kissed my hair and then
rubbed my back before patting me gently like he was telling a horse he
could go forward.



+++



"Is a miracle, my love! Like we are sentence to death and at last minute
there is hope. We must not get excited. He may not want this," Ari sighed
as we drove along. I had no idea where we were going; it didn't matter. He
had his hand over mine on the gear shifter and I was leaned across with my
head on his shoulder.



"He can't go back to Desert Springs, Ari. You should have seen the two of
them. They both just kept saying mean things to each other. She didn't even
get the chance to criticize me. She was too caught up in tearing him down.
He can't live like that," I said.



"Is his choice for what way to live, my angel wings. A man make his own
choices. Let us hope for one that will bring him joy... and bring us joy as
well," Ari laughed.



He drove us down wide, flat boulevards past an endless sea of strip malls
with parking lots. We definitely weren't in Glendale. We talked about
different scenarios and how this might play out. My dad would need another
place to live. Ari would make sure it was nicer and safer than the run-down
one we'd first rented from his families holdings. He said it would have to
be somewhere between his condo and his father's home so there would always
be someone to take me and pick me up from school.



"What if he wants to live down here closer to the water? What if he wants
to live on a boat?" I looked at Ari with wide-eyes realizing we might be
apart again.



"This is main showroom and place where the business happen, but the main
repairs are at warehouse in the valley. Your father would be close enough
to work if you are near to our home," Ari assured. "You think my father
will overlook important details?" He laughed.



"Where are we going? Is this a mall?" I asked as Ari pulled off the road
and into a parking garage. It was a weekday so it wasn't too crowded and he
easily found a nice wide spot out of the way. He liked to park where his
car wouldn't get scratched.



"You need new phone case. How is finger feels? Still hurt?" he asked. I'd
forgotten all about the incident at the coffee shop. I'd had so much
anxiety thinking about being separated from him that I'd dug my fingernails
into the rubberized phone case. I looked down at my finger and it still had
a little red line, but didn't hurt too much. He took my hand and held it up
to investigate.



"It look ok. We need case that will be more gentle on my delicate princess!
Maybe one with scratching post back," Ari joked. I felt embarrassed for
wrecking the nice case he'd already bought me. He took my phone from me as
we went into the mall and slipped it in his pocket. He didn't like me using
it when I was with him.



We went to the Apple store and a nerd showed us a wall of cases. We spent
way too much time debating the colors and textures of cases.



"This one is pink glitter," I pointed thinking he would like it since he
always talked about me like I was a girl. He shook his head.



"No. I want nothing that draw attention to you. There are plenty of suitors
buzzing around my flower. There is no need to advertise. What about this
one?" He pointed to a case that was army green with black camo print and
has a little cartoon soldier holding a rifle.



"You think a camouflage case is me?" I laughed.



"No, but it help to blend in," Ari laughed. He moved a simple black case
aside then let out a loud, "This! Yes!" He pulled out a baby blue case with
a cartoon panda on the back.



"Kherse Pande! Must have panda case!" I exclaimed. It was perfect. Ari
flagged down our nerd and he returned.



"Just the case? Any other accessories?" Nerd asked.



"Show us to your finest accessories!" Ari exclaimed like a Sheikh who was
ready to spend.



"These trackers are popular with kids his age. If he loses his phone or
keys it'll make them easier to find," nerd said and showed us a small
display. Ari looked at me with a highly interested nod.



"Yes! And his backpack and..." Ari started.



"Anywhere! They're so small you hardly notice them. They connect to an app
and you can even label each tracker. The maps are mad detailed!" Nerd was
understanding what Ari wanted.



"I will need four of them! Is there way to get smaller one to implant on
him? He is lost so easily," Ari said. Nerd laughed but then stopped, unsure
if Ari was joking.



"Um... I don't think... No," nerd said.



"Oh well! Four will do for now," Ari said without a hint of laughter. Nerd
showed us some other accessories, but Ari declined. He changed out the case
on my phone and put one of the trackers inside then set up the app on his
phone.



We headed over to the restaurant to meet up with our fathers. Ari kept a
hand on me the whole way and it started to explore as he rubbed down my
back. I leaned forward so he could get in my shorts. His hand pushed past
the waistband of my briefs and he rubbed a finger between my cheeks.



"Oh I miss my perfect pussy... Feel so good, baby. Fuck I need inside again,"
Ari said as he drove along.



"I miss you too. I need you inside me, daddy," I whined. His finger found
my hole and he pushed against it gently as we drove along. His left hand
was alternating between steering and shifting. It probably wasn't the
safest, but at least we'd die doing what our bodies needed most.



"Soon, princess angel love, soon we will." He promised as his finger poked
against my hole. We came to a stoplight and he quickly changed gears then
brought his left hand over to cup my cheek. He brought his face to mine and
we kissed until the car behind us honked.



"Your dad forbid it. What if we get into trouble?" I asked.



"We will not get into trouble. I will get into trouble. You are perfect
innocent angel my father think incapable of any bad thought." Ari laughed.



"You think so?" I asked. Mr. Khorasani hadn't ever really expressed anger
at me, but then again I did try to be on my best behavior around him to not
give him reason.



"Yes! When I am your age, even my brothers when they are your age, he scold
us all the time. He tell us to grow up and be men and be safe or
responsible. With you he is different. You can not do wrong as he see it.
Is more than just you are young, my love. You are very trusting and simple
one," Ari said. He kissed my forehead as he came to a stop at the next
light.



"I'm not simple! I'm in honors courses and I have good grades. I know
things," I protested.



"I don't mean for that. I mean you grow up in protective shell from your
father in small boring town where there is no evil to find you. You never
go to army or even fight someone," Ari noted.



"You were in the army?" I asked.



"Of course. In Iran all men must go. We all learn to protect our families
and our country. I train in weapons and surveillance. I patrol areas of
danger and look for things that can harm my people. I even help repair the
walls around our base." Ari's chest swelled with pride as he spoke.



"I could do that," I muttered and looked out the window.



"I offend you? No! It is good you are soft. My princess never have to fight
mean she is never been to danger! Is good you do not have the smarts of the
streets. Your father and village keep you protected. Your men are softer
here, they do not know such terrible things." Ari took his finger from my
hole and rubbed his hand over my cheeks. He squeezed them to comfort me.



"I once got knocked down by a drunk guy in a bar!" I told him.



"I know. I was there and I fight him off. I should protected you before
this happens. I will not take you to place like this ever again to be
exposed to danger." Ari said. He slid his hand out of my shorts and wrapped
his arm around me to bring me back over to his side.



"I'm the innocent?" I asked, resigned to the fact that these guys would
never see me as a man.



"You are the most innocent," Ari confirmed and kissed my hair.



We pulled up to the restaurant and Ari paused as the valet ran up to let me
out. Ari hopped out and tossed him the keys. He gave us a ticket and drove
Ari's car away.



"We are early. Father will be pleased," Ari said as he took my hand in his
and held it. We walked into the restaurant and he gave the hostess his
father's name. She handed us off to a guy who walked us up a flight of
stairs to the rooftop.



We walked out and the seabreeze hit us with a cool, salty wave. There were
palm trees in large pots on the roof and they swayed over us gently. We
followed him past tables and a bar to a private patio area where a long
oval table was set with a crisp white tablecloth covered in an ornate setup
of dishes, plates, and silverware.



"This is ok, sir?" The man said. Ari nodded and pulled out a chair for me
where I could see the ocean gently rolling behind neat rows of houses
lining narrow canals filled with small crafts.



"It's so beautiful up here," I told Ari when the host guy left.



"We come here for lunch when father has business in Orange County. They
make a very simple pasta that you will enjoy..." Ari said then looked like
he'd said the wrong thing. "Simple as in few ingredients not like..."



"It sounds good" I laughed and leaned over to get another kiss from him.



Mr. Khorasani came in next. Dad was following behind him and Mr. Teza was
behind dad with his hand in the center of his back as if he needed guiding.
The three of them were laughing and talking about something that happened
on one of the boats. I jumped up to see how things had gone. He was
practically glowing with happiness.



"Oh wow this is amazing! Isn't it amazing, Lukas?" Dad said when he caught
sight of the view.



"It's perfect. We don't get these views in the desert. Right, dad?" I
asked.



"It becomes common when you live here," Mr. Teza said. He put his hand on
dad's shoulder and guided him to a seat across from mine. He sat beside
dad.



"You should have seen the place, kid!" Dad said to me when we settled in
with lunch. "Latest technology, super engines! They are even getting the
contract for the Sheriff's Department to work on patrol boats! I'd be
working with law enforcement!"



"Working?" I asked. I realized it was the first mention of getting a job
here. I pretended to be shocked and surprised.



"Oh well... yeah... I mean I have to think about it, but Mr. Teza has offered
me a position here. It would mean moving back... I have a lot to think
about," dad said. He realized he'd just dropped a bombshell and looked like
he regretted it.



"Steven would be a great asset to me. I haven't been able to keep up with
the growth and I need a top-notch mechanic who can step in without
training," Mr. Teza said.



"That sounds great. Dad loves boats and he can fix anything," I said. I was
glowing too much and I felt Ari squeeze my thigh under the table to quiet
me. He didn't want me involved.



"It would be a great opportunity and I wouldn't have to babysit the other
mechanics like I do now. Those irresponsible kids... I just hate having to
manage people," dad said.



"Leadership is not easy," Mr. Khorasani added. I knew what he meant. He
thought dad was a follower like me who needed a man to guide him. Dad was
so miserable with Denise and his job back home.



Maybe Mr. Khorasani was right. Was it something to be ashamed of? Was it
not being man enough? I didn't feel ashamed about how Mr. Khorasani
directed me, and it wasn't sexual... well not from his side. He saw me as a
boy who needed a father while mine was away. He was also older than dad, so
he saw him as a boy as well.



"I haven't mentioned any of this to Denise. I'll have to talk it over with
her too," Dad said.



"Would she come with you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I couldn't picture
Denise anywhere near the great evil, Los Angeles.



"I guess we'll find out," dad said. The way he said it made it seem like
he'd already decided. My heart leapt and I put my hand over my mouth and
just nodded and tried to look ok.



The rest of lunch was filled with boring boat talk between dad and Mr. Teza
while Mr. Khorasani and Ari slipped between Farsi and English discussing
business over my head. I was seated between them and Ari kept a hand on my
thigh.



We finished up and Ari had to go back to work. He'd taken the morning off
to hang out with me, but he had to catch up on things before the week
ended. Dad and Mr. Teza decided to go and look at the work warehouse in the
valley. I had no plans and nowhere to be, but at the last minute Mr.
Khorasani took my hand and led me to his car after a quick kiss from Ari.



"You were right, sir!" I told Mr. Khorasani after he put me into his car
and came around to the driver's side. He slid in behind the wheel and
smiled at me then motioned for me to put on my seatbelt.



"I told you I will handle things." He said it like it was nothing, but I
saw him turn his head to hide his proud smile. He'd come through for me,
saved me from awful.



"Thank you," I whispered. I leaned over the console and kissed his cheek.



"It was your father's decision. I know it is something he will like," Mr. K
said. I noticed a light blush on his cheeks. He'd done a very nice thing
for me and his son.



"Mr. Teza treats dad like you do, sir... like a boy," I said after a long
silence.



"He is my younger brother, always trying to follow my footsteps," he joked.



"I think maybe you're right about dad. He is always looking for a leader to
follow. Maybe if he has it at work then he won't need to date women like
Denise," I explained my thinking.



"Does it change how you see him? Do you think less of him for this?" He
asked.



"I don't know. When I was younger I thought he was the strongest man in the
world. Now it's like..." I looked down at my lap as we drove along.



"Don't think less of him by comparing him to us, little one! Our men are
leaders. We are dominant and built for power. You are a soft boy who needs
a strong man to protect and hold him. You were made beautiful to attract
the type of man a boy like you needs. But there is a wide spectrum of what
it means to be male. Your father seeking stronger ones to guide him does
not mean he is a boy like you. It does not mean he is less of a man. He
took care of you on his own for many years. He sheltered you against all
the terrible things that can happen to boy with your looks. He is a man,
Lukas. He has done nothing to lose your respect." Mr. Khorasani was firm.



"I do respect him, sir. I do," I assured.



"He is still the one who will make decisions for you, until you are old
enough to unite with my son. You are still so young, Lukas. Don't rush
through your youth. It goes faster than you can understand," Mr. Khorasani
advised.



We drove to his office and I helped with some filing while he got through
his business calls. He worked for a few hours and then took me home so we
could work out together. It felt so good being back in his home. It felt
like the one place I belonged.



"Will we live here, sir?" I asked when Mr. K and I were going through chest
presses. I was pretending to spot him, not that I could even lift the heavy
weights he used.



"I don't think your father would like that," he laughed.



"He could sleep in Ari's room! Ari is back at his condo so no one is
there." I gave him my best begging eyes. He set down the weights and sat up
to wipe his face with a towel.



"I will offer it to him while we find a suitable apartment in his budget.
You know I will miss your little face padding out to greet me each morning
for breakfast, but your father will want to provide a home for you. It is
what is right," he said. He looked sad at that thought, like he'd been
thinking it over for a long time.



"This feels like home to me, sir." I told him. He nodded and pulled me in
for a hug.



+++



Ari came home just before dinner. Well it wasn't his home right now, but
with me here he was eating meals with his family. His mother had made a big
spread of roasted chicken and vegetables. Dad came in just after him
without Mr. Teza. He brought in our bags and set them up in Ari's unused
room. He thanked Mr. and Mrs. Khorasani for their hospitality in putting
him up for the night. He looked so much lighter and happier than I'd seen
him in awhile.



"It is nothing! You will stay with us until you get setup here!" Mrs.
Khorasani said. She must have been filled in on everything that was
happening.



"That is so generous! I promise we won't be in your hair for too long!
You've already been so kind in keeping my son fed and cared for these last
few weeks," dad said.



"Nonsense! He is clean, respectful, and keeps my husband out of my hair.
You raised a boy any family would welcome," Mrs. Khorasani replied. She
winked at me and started putting food on the table.



"We'll have to find you a place close to here so Lukas will be in the right
zone for this high school. It's the best one you'll find and he already has
friends going there," Mr. Khorasani said.



"I hadn't thought of that. We could barely afford the rent on the last one
here. Is that one still available?" dad asked with eyes suddenly turning
serious. Anything around Los Angeles was at least double the price of
anything back home.



"Oh I won't send him back there. Lukas needs a safer place. You'll come to
the office tomorrow and we'll find something that works with your price
range," Mr. Khorasani said. He seemed to shudder at the idea of me living
in the small apartment he'd rented us just a month ago.



"I'd like to take Lukas out after dinner, if that's all right," Ari asked.
It's funny because both my dad and Mr. K assumed he was asking their
permission and not the other's. They both opened their mouths to speak but
then Mr. K closed his and waved a hand at my dad though he looked unsettled
by his loss of control.



"That would be fine. I promised him a midnight curfew for his senior year,
but..." Dad started to say but then Mr. Khorasani interrupted.



"Midnight? No, no! His curfew is 9pm. We can compromise on 9:30 though.
Nothing good happens after that hour. A boy his age is growing and needs
extra sleep. If he comes home that late, he will sleep until noon," Mr.
Khorasani said and began eating his dinner. He had relinquished authority
to my father for all of two minutes before taking it back. I didn't mind.



"Yes! 9:30 sounds like a good curfew. Lukas gets very cranky when he's
tired," dad agreed.



Ari and I scarfed down the dinner and then went to get changed. He moved
the clothes he'd left out of the room dad would now be staying in. He set
them up in my room. I was happy to share with him. He put his underwear in
with mine, not like we'd get them confused.



"Yes, Lukas? You are agree?" Ari asked as he stripped out of his suit in my
bedroom.



"Sorry... what? I haven't seen your body in a few days," I sighed. I'd missed
his cock.



"Eyes up here, buddy! I am not just piece of meat for you!" Ari growled. He
covered his cock with one hand and used his other to point me back to his
face.



"Yes sir." I pulled off my t-shirt and met his gaze.



"We are go to my friend's house. Dress for cold weather. I do not want that
they buzz around my flower," he said with a wink.



I picked out a blue tank top with a red hoodie over it and jeans. I still
had on the silver chain he'd gotten me. He hadn't yet given me the pendant
he was having made.



We only had a few hours before we had to be back so we rushed to get ready.
Ari pulled on a tight white t-shirt with a deep v-neck that showed his
pecs. He had a tight pair of jeans to tuck it into. He didn't bother with a
hoodie, he rarely got cold.



"You will stay by my side. My friends will watch out for you, but I don't
want you wandering away," Ari cautioned as we got into his car. He drove
out of the Khorasanis' neighborhood and down the hill into the city. We
pulled up to a newer two-story house done in that plastered California
mission style. When we got up to the door, we could hear the music pumping.
It got louder when Ari let himself in.



"Ayy!" A voice called to us from inside, and that was the last thing I
understood for awhile. Everyone there spoke Ari's language and no one
bothered translating for me.



Ari led me into a living room where eight muscled Persian guys who looked
like him were sitting around on couches and chairs watching some soccer
match on TV while dance music was playing. Ari hugged or did some bro
handshake with each one. None of them seemed to acknowledge the small white
boy standing just behind him (me). They had beer and pizza. I could smell
some smokey stuff that didn't smell like cigarettes, but was just as
strong.



Ari said something in their language and then pointed at me and said,
"Lukas." They all nodded at me or tipped their bottles, but no one made a
move to shake my hand or touch me in any way. Ari pulled me over to an
overstuffed chair where he flopped down and sat me in his lap.



"What is this?" I whispered.



"People, sports, drinks," Ari said, fixing his eyes on the soccer match. He
was instantly enthralled and jeered or cheered with the others while he
rubbed my back and pulled me into his chest. One of the other guys offered
him a beer, but Ari shook his head and said something then nodded at me. I
guessed he was saying he didn't want to drink with me there. The other guy
shrugged and went to sit back down.



Ari made conversation between plays. I wasn't sure what we were doing and I
didn't understand anything being said. After about fifteen minutes, Ari
said something to the guys then nudged me off his lap. I stood up then he
did and took my hand. He led me out of the living room and then up a flight
of stairs.



"Up here... stay quiet," Ari said. He gripped my hand and took me up the
stairs then down a dark hallway. He found the door he wanted then opened it
to a bedroom. He left me at the doorway and fumbled around in the dark room
until he found a bedside lamp.



He turned on the lamp and I could see it was definitely a guy's bedroom. It
had a large bed and was made up nicely, but everything was dark blue and
gray tones. There was a prayer rug setup in the corner and there was
packaged dry cleaning hanging by the closet.



"This is someone's bedroom! We shouldn't be in here," I told Ari.



"Is Mohsen, he does not mind. I need place to be alone with you, angel
princess. It has been so long and our need grows too strong," Ari said.



"Why don't we go to your condo?" I asked. This felt creepy and weird.



"My father will know. Just as I track your phone, so he does as well. When
we leave the home he get an alert and when we are here for more than few
minutes, he has other alert. If he see your phone is at my condo, I know he
will come to stop us. He know we are visit my friends. He know their family
and trust this is safe place for you to be," Ari explained as he moved
behind me to close the door.



He came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. His hands unzipped
my hoodie as his lips found the back of my neck. He pushed his bulge
against my ass and I felt it grow thick as he rubbed against me.



"Will you rather go to hotel for short time? Is better to be in bed where
strangers play?" Ari asked. I could tell he was getting annoyed that I
wasn't as into this as he was. I was so hard for him and definitely turned
on, but I'd never done things in a stranger's room.



"No, sir... I guess it's," I started to say but then his nose rubbed that
spot behind my ear and I gave in with a loud moan.



"There's my baby... you smell so good, my angel princess. You cleaned well
after your workout," Ari noted. He slid his hands up my tummy, under my
shirt. He lifted my tank top up and the hoodie with it. I raised my arms
and he quickly slid them off and let them fall to the floor.



"Look at these pretty pink boy-titties. I love how angry the nipples puff
up when I tease them... so beautiful." He turned me towards a huge,
floor-length mirror leaned against the wall.



"Milky white angel princess, so delicate and perfect," Ari whispered as he
kissed over my shoulders. A chill went through me and his arms wrapped
tightly around my chest to pull me back against his warm cave of muscles.



"i miss you holding me like this at night. It's so hard to sleep without
you," I confessed.



"Is hard for me too. I fall asleep looking at pictures of you on the phone.
My sweet baby blue eyes... just the knowing you will someday be mine forever...
I fall asleep dreaming of this. The day you are of age, I will move you
into my home," he promised. He kissed up my neck and rubbed his hands down
to my belt.



"I can't wait for that to happen. At least we won't be too far away from
each other... ahh," I gasped as he opened my jeans and shoved his hands down
into my briefs. His right palm rubbed over my cock as his fingers went down
to my hole.



"Your flower blooms for me. It is tight without my seed there in so long,"
he growled.



"Huh!" I whined and gasped as his fingers pushed inside me. He rubbed his
other hand up my chest and pushed a finger into my mouth.



"Suck your pacifier, little one. Take what daddy feeds you," Ari growled in
that low daddy tone that made my legs go wobbly. I leaned back against him
as he pushed two fingers into my mouth and one up my hole.



I watched myself in the mirror. My body looked so pale and weak, framed by
the dark, muscled Persian that made me his bitch. That's what I was. He
says princess, but no princess begs without shame for her alpha like I do.



My jeans were open. My briefs were pushed down with his hand shoved up
between my thighs. My hard cock flopped around like a fish looking
desperately for water. It dripped precum while he worked me like a puppet.



"Mmm," I moaned with my mouth full of his thick fingers. I slurped them and
my spit flung around and dropped onto my chest. He got the two fingers
coated in my spit. He took his right hand from my thighs and replaced it
with the wet fingers. He pushed them both in, slowly but insistently. He
needed inside me. He brought his right hand up to my cheek and turned my
face so he could kiss me.



"See how desperate you make me, my love? I ache for your perfect boy body.
Is so smooth, so creamy white and perfect. You are my fantasy, little one.
My princess is all I need," Ari proclaimed then put his lips to mine. His
tongue pushed through them and I sucked on it as his spit-slicked fingers
rubbed my happy spots.



He walked me over to the bed like that. His fingers working my hole while I
sucked on his tongue and his hard bulge pressed against my ass.



He gave one hard shove to my hole then pulled his fingers out and pushed me
down to the floor.



I caught myself on my knees. I was a whimpering mess of flesh with my jeans
down at my ankles and my briefs twisted on my thighs. I looked up at him,
gasping for air and begging for his cock.



"Please... [gasp] daddy... [gasp] please!" My heart was pounding in my ears. I
started up at him and saw in his eyes the animal had awakened. He wasn't
there sweet, doting man who wanted to please me. He was the lion in mating
season desperate for offspring. He needed to plant his seed. It had been
too long. I needed to take it. I needed to feel him inside me.



"Put your chest against the bed and show me what is mine," Ari said as he
stepped out of his shoes and opened his jeans.



I got to my feet and tore at my jeans and shoes ripped off my briefs and
was about to take off my socks when I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing
me down into the position he'd commanded.



"I said show me what is mine. I need to say `now'?" Ari sounded annoyed.



"No, sir... no, daddy!" I turned away from him and pressed my chest against
the comforter. I crossed my arms and turned my face to watch him. I put my
ass up and spread my legs. I wiggled my pussy for him.



"Thats my girl," he said. There was no long speech about my pussy, no prose
about my beautiful flower, no sonnet to melt my heart. The lion needed to
seed.



"Please fuck me, please sir," I whimpered as he knelt down between my legs
to take me from behind.



"Open," he said. I was confused until he grabbed his briefs and wadded them
up then put them to my lips. I opened my mouth. The pungent smell of his
hard day's work, his piss, sweat, and cologne, hit my nose. I opened wide
and he shoved it in my mouth. I chewed and sucked on his salty funk. I
could never get enough of him.



I got lost in it until I felt his warm tongue slide into my hole. I moaned
loudly around the briefs stuffed in my mouth and turned to look at him
again with needy eyes. I saw his wide, brown eyes focus in on me from
behind my ass. He was swirling that tongue inside me and making my cock
drip onto the carpet.



He shoved it in and pulled it out, making ripples of pleasure tore through
me as he lit me up like a firecracker. I fought to keep my eyes open, to
keep them fixed on him. He worked his magic inside me while his hands
gripped and kneaded my thighs then rubbed up to pull my cheeks apart wider.
My cock was pulsing on its own. Each time his tongue hit the right spot it
jerked and precum dribbled out. I wanted to grip it. I wanted to wank my
shaft, but I remembered what he'd said about a boy like me. We need to
learn that our real pleasure comes from the pussy being owned by its
master.



"My princess angel is so tasty. I love baby bubble butt. So smooth and
perfect," Ari said as he pulled his tongue out. The sweet daddy returned to
his voice with a heavy tint of the lion's lust.



"Muhh Mee," I begged with my mouth stuffed. Ari laughed.



"So desperate, my pussy boy. Your need is so great. I will fill it." He
nodded solemnly and got off his knees. He went to the bedside table in his
friend's room and pulled out a bottle of lube. It wasn't our usual type,
but at this point I'd be fine with a jar of peanut butter if it meant
having him inside me.



Ari poured a thick line across his rock hard shaft. He gripped it and
pumped it, smoothing the lube evenly. He knelt down behind me and put the
tip against my hole. He leaned over me, sliding a protective arm around my
chest. He pulled me back against his chest and I felt his lips kiss the
back of my neck as he slowly pushed the tip through my ring.



"Mmmm," I moaned through his briefs. They were wet from my teeth and tongue
sucking the use out of them. He kissed my neck again then took the briefs
from me and tossed them onto the carpet.



"Mmm," I whimpered, pretending my mouth was still stuffed.



"I know, baby. I give you something to suck on," Ari laughed. He turned my
face to the side and kissed me while he slid his cock in painfully slow.



I sucked on his tongue and wrestled his lips as his fat cock pushed into
me. Every inch stretched my hole and made my body buck and whine with
pleasure. He had his arms around me, his hands pinching and squeezing my
nipples while he kissed me. His warm bulk of muscles pressed me into the
mattress. He took me doggy style; I was his whining pup.



"Feel so good to be inside you," Ari whispered as he broke our kiss. He
kissed my cheek then nibbled his way to my ear. His hands roughly squeezed
my pecs as his cock pushed deeper inside me. He was taking it slow, holding
back to let me get used to it.



"Fuck, it's big," I whined and bit on my lip. I knew as soon as he got it
in and started to fuck me, my cock would explode. I'd been on the edge all
day around him. Every time he touched me, my body melted into puddles of
happiness.



"Is all yours," he laughed. "My princess pussy deserve the best."



"I said it was big... I didn't say it was the best... ahhh fuck!" I started to
joke with him, but then he pushed another inch inside to shut me up. I
gasped and bit down on my arm.



"Settle, princess. Breathe in for daddy," Ari growled and rubbed me
tightly, missing my shoulders and breathing deeply. I followed his breaths
and my body slowly adjusted to him.



"There we go... Open that pussy for daddy... that's my baby girl... That feel so
good," he praised. He breathed with me until I was relaxed again and then
he pushed in more.



"Please, fuck me." I tried to push back against him to take more, bus his
arms held me still. He made me breathe with him and he pushed on my stomach
and rubbed it. My cock had a long line of precum that wouldn't fall off. I
felt it sway each time he made my cock thump.



"There we go, let me in. Open that pussy for me. That's it... good girl," he
encouraged with little kissed on my neck. He held me steady for another
minute then started to slide out. He took it back to just the tip then
pushed back in.



"So good, baby. I love these boy-tits... You're so fucking tight. It grip my
cock so hard." He slid his hands up to squeeze my pecs.



"Fuck," I whimpered again as he started to piston in and out of me. It made
my cock swing wildly and the precum dropped off. I was breathing through
gritted teeth and moaning as he made my body his toy. He fucked me deeper
than he had before and his thick shaft rubbed against the places that
pushed me to the brink.



"So good," he growled. He sped up, walking me forwards until my cock rubbed
against the side of the bed. He pounded me against the comforter and his
chest radiated heat against my back. He kissed the back of my neck and
rubbed his nose behind my ear.



It felt so good to be in his arms like that, under his hold. He was
pounding me into the mattress while I muffled my whines in my arm. He
chewed softly on the back of my neck then licked it like a lion would his
cub. He growled deeply as his cock stuffed me and filled me.



"Huhhhh," I whined, lost for words and overwhelmed by sensations as he
plied my hole.



"Ooh," he echoed then said some things in Persian that came from the back
of his throat and made his chest rumble against my back. It was so fucking
hot. I was crushed between his hard muscles and the soft bedspread with no
chance of escape as he pounded me.



"Jadabi!" I tried to repeat and he just laughed.



"No Jadabi! I say "Jigarami.' It mean my life. Well it is to say `you are
my liver' like you are body part vital to my life," Ari laughed. He kept
right on pounding me then added, "So cute, baby."



"You only.... Fuck... teach me Persian... fuck! During sex," I grunted as he
pounded my pussy.



"It bring out the native in me," Ari said. He kept thrusting me against the
bed. My cock rubbed against it and I was getting close.



"I'm gonna cum," I whined.



"I'm gonna make you," he said. He rammed me hard, squeezed my pecs, kissed
my neck, and whispered more things in his language that made me weak.



"I feel your pussy tighter! I know my princess is close," he noted. I
nodded, whining against the bed. I looked back at him and fought to keep my
eyes open. I was right on the edge.



"Fuhh... uck!" I yelled and started to shoot. I flailed, twisted, and jerked
under his hold as I came hard. Ari kept ramming me from behind as I fired
off a day's worth of spunk, which is a lot for a seventeen year old.



"There we go... cum for daddy... that's my good girl," Ari growled. I groaned
and shot a few more times. He was picking up his pace, slamming me against
the cum splattered blanket and grunting.



"So tight. It squeezes when you cum," he noted as I nutted. I slumped down
on the bed, exhausted and spent.



"Here it come, baby. So close." He pistoned in and out of me with force,
kissing and licking the back of my neck.



"Yeah, daddy," I whined weakly.



"Ah fuck!" Ari howled and began to unload in me. He switched to Persian and
grunted something into my ear that I hoped was sweet. He shoved that cock
deeper into me and I felt it jerk and tense as hot missiles of his seed
burrowed deep inside me.



"Fuck, princess. Fuck!" He yelled against my ear. He held me tightly and
buried his cock up my hole as he gave up the man see my body craved. He
finished and collapsed against me, pressing me down against the bed.



We laid there in a hot, sweaty pile of tangled arms, sticky cum, and lazy
kisses until our breaths calmed and our pulses settled.



An alarm chirp on his phone stirred us.



"We must clean!" Ari suddenly sat up. He pulled out of me and fumbled for
his pants.



"I bring shampoo from home so you smell normal," Ari said and pulled a
little bag with green liquid from his pants' pocket.



"What? Why?" I laughed.



"Shower! Now!" Ari smacked my ass and nodded towards the bathroom attached
to the room. I got up and stumbled over to it. He pushed me into the small
shower and cleaned me with soap then rubbed me down with the contents of
the bag.



He explained that his father knew my scent and would wonder why I'd come
home clean from strange soap. I thought that was a little odd, but he said
Persian men know their boys' smells and are used to overly soaped American
boys.



We got dressed again and then Ari tossed the comforter and our towels into
Mohsen's upstairs washer. I had to help him figure out the soap and how to
turn it on.



We headed back down the stairs and the party had grown larger. There were a
few white guys there now, all older than me but close to Ari's age.



"You stay here. I come back!" He parked me by the bottom step and went to
find Mohsen to thank him for his hospitality. We had twenty minutes to get
home.



I was feeling good with his seed inside me. It made me feel squishy and
loved. I was looking at pictures on the wall. Mohsen must have lived with
his parents. I wondered where they all were.



"You're with Ari, right?" A voice said from behind me. I turned around to
see a guy who was a few inches taller, a few years older, and had a few
more inches of muscle than I did.



He looked at me like I was the competition. I felt instantly anxious and
looked around for Ari. This guy was somewhat good looking, but he had plain
features and a crooked nose.



I just nodded and said yes. I folded my arms across my chest and moved
towards the door a little. He looked me up and down. I couldn't tell what
he thought, but he was definitely sizing me up. I looked desperately for
Ari, but only caught the eyes of a handsome, skinny Arab boy who nodded at
me and winked.



"He always goes for the shy, pale virgins...  You're perfect. You look
scared like I'm going to hit you or something," the guy laughed. He seemed
to relish intimidating me. I snapped my eyes back to him. I hadn't thought
about the prospect of violence.



"No, I..." I started to say, but he reached out and put his hand on my
shoulder.



"You've got some good muscle under there," he noted with surprise as he
felt the muscles of my shoulder and bicep under my hoodie. "He won't let
you get too much though. He likes his boys who can't put up much of a
struggle."



"Thanks," I said and wished I could think of a better comeback. I froze up.
He intimidated the fuck out of me and I just stood there like an idiot as
his hand move to my pec. I didn't even know his name and he had me cornered
at a party touching me like we were friends.



"Nice. Damn, boy!" he laughed. "Ari gets a fresh twink every few months.
Almost as often as he gets a new car. He still have that red Lexus?"



"Austin!" Ari's voice boomed over the thumping dance music. I looked up to
see him making his way over to us. The guy in front of me turned at the
sound of his name and just as quickly Ari closed the distance between them.



"Why you are here?" Ari demanded with blazing eyes.



"Ossam invited me. It's good to see you too," Austin laughed like Ari
didn't intimidate him.



"Then go to him," Ari said and gave him a somewhat gentle shove away from
us. Austin gave me a wink and then walked away.



"We go now." Ari put his arm around me and pulled me against his side then
led me out to the car with no mention of what had just happened. He put me
in the passenger side of his car. It wasn't a red Lexus and getting in gave
me a chill.



"You are cold, my love," he said and then went to the driver's side. He
turned on the car and put the heated seat on for me. He reached across and
took my hand as he drove. He raced the few blocks home and turned into the
driveway right on time.



"You are so quiet as if angry or upset," Ari said as he put the car in
park. "Does Austin upset you?  He is not a nice boy."



"Was he your boy?" I asked. I felt instant regret as the words left my
mouth. I really didn't want an answer to that. I couldn't think of him
being with anyone else.



"This is not proper discussion. We need go inside." Ari unbuckled his
seatbelt and leaned over to kiss me. I let him, but I didn't kiss him back.
Ari noticed and looked at me with frustration.



His phone alarm chirped. I turned and opened the car door. I felt his hand
on my shoulder. I'd always waited for him to come open the door for me.



"We have to go," I said without looking back at him. I paused for a second
and his hand slid down my back. He gave it a pat as if to tell me it was
ok. I opened my door and got out to go inside. Ari caught up to me at the
front door. He opened it and put his hand on my back as I went in.



"Hey kid," dad said. He was sitting on the couch with Mr. Khorasani
watching a sports show.



"Night, dad." I nodded at him and started through the living room, but Mr.
K's eyes caught mine and he sat up with alarm. He didn't say anything, but
he got up and followed me towards the hallway.



He said something to Ari in their language and Ari answered back. They
followed me into my room, dad stayed in the living room  unaware of
anything out of the ordinary.



"Go get ready for bed, little one," Mr. Khorasani said.



I went to my dresser and got out a pair of pajamas and clean briefs. I went
into the bathroom and brushed my teeth then changed. I brushed my hair and
tried to make it like Ari liked it, that perfect blonde messy look on top.
Was I competing with the guy from the party? Sure.



I could hear the two of them though they weren't talking in English. I
waited in the bathroom until they seemed to finish their discussion. I
peeked my head out to find them sitting on the edge of my bed. Ari was
holding Kherse Panda and petting him thoughtlessly. They both turned to
look at me, judge my state.



"I will give you two time," Mr. Khorasani said and stood. He came over and
I stepped out of the bathroom. He kissed my hair and then my cheek. "Good
night, little one."



"Good night, sir," I said and walked him to my door. He pulled it closed
behind him and I turned to look at Ari.



"What Austin say to upset you, my love?" Ari asked. He looked so sad
sitting on my bed. It was a rare look on him, uneasy and insecure. He held
my stuffed panda against his chest and rubbed his head a little too
harshly. I walked towards him and held out my hand to rescue Kherse.



"He said you go through boys every few months. He felt my chest and said I
had nice muscles."



"I can't believe he touch you! He is no respect for anyone!" Ari fumed.



"Was he your boy?" I asked. I sat beside him and we turned to face each
other.



"He says this? Of course not! He is no one's boy. He passes himself around
for anyone to use." Ari shook his head with disgust.



"He went with you?" I asked and again regretted the question.



"No, Lukas! I do not go with him! This is not proper to discuss. I make
mistakes... I am a man. Of course I go with many boys... but none like you. My
past before you does not matter. It is only to learn how to please you
properly. It is practice so when I find my beautiful princess, I can please
him without injury, know how to properly take him," Ari assured.



He reached forward and put his hands on my thighs then leaned in to kiss
me. I inhaled his scent, the musk that always intoxicated me. He slipped
off his shoes then pulled me to lie down on the bed with him.



"Let me tuck you in," he said. He pulled back the blanket and I got under
it. He went to turn off the overhead lights and turned on the soft bedside
lamp. He covered me up then laid beside me. He wrapped his arms around me,
spooning me from behind.



"You don't think he's cuter than me?" I asked after a long silence of him
holding and rubbing me. He was on top of the covers while I was under.



"Are you kid to me?" Ari laughed. "This is what you worry for? He is dog
compare to my princess. He is not even close to you, baby blue eyes. You
never see how beautiful you are, how lucky I am to have you in my care! Is
my fortune you can not see how other men eye you with so much hunger."



"I know... I just felt..." I started to say, but Ari interrupted.



"You are most beautiful boy I ever see. Why you think I am so crazy to keep
you away from others and protect you? Why you think I go insane to know you
are safe and not out wander off! You think a boy like you has any
competition?" Ari sounded exasperated.



"I am pretty hot," I joked. "Who was the tall guy? He was younger, close to
my age."



"Nasim. He make eye for you? I kill him. He is little brat who try to hang
with us. He will be too scared to advance on you though... He did advance?"
Ari sounded suddenly worried.



"He just looked interested. Does he go to the high school?" I asked.



"He does. I must kill him before the school year begin," Ari sighed like he
was really thinking it over. He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck.
Feeling his hot breath, his warm arms around me. It started to lull me off
to sleep.



"You won't kill him... will you?" I asked after a few moments of silence. I
could never tell if he was serious. His teeth caught hold of the silver
chain at the back of my neck and he pulled on it until it nearly choked me.
He made a deep growling noise and shook it playfully.



"I must hire security to follow you around at school. It begins in a week
so I will rush to interview agents," Ari said. It was a crazy thought, but
he did sound serious.



"I'll have Dylan there. I should call him this week to hang out." I yawned.



"Dylan, yes. He is good agent. He is kind to my boy but does not have eyes
for him. I will put him on interview list," Ari said. We laughed. He rubbed
my stomach and kissed my neck some more. I could feel his bulge awakening
behind me, but his father would come back at any minute and check on us. He
pushed it against my ass and rubbed slowly.



"Your father will come back soon," I reminded him.



"I know... I must go. I can not wait until you are all mine and in my arms
every night," Ari sighed.



"Hold me... I need you. Will you wait until I fall asleep?" I whispered then
yawned again to show him I was close.



"Of course, my heart. Rest for me," Ari said in a slow, soft cadence.



"Talk to me in your language," I requested.



"It bores you this much?" he laughed. I nodded, rubbing my hair against his
face.



I hugged Kherse panda and closed my eyes while he rubbed me gently and
talked in his language. I don't know what he was saying and it didn't
matter. The words lulled me off. I was safe in his arms and pretending he'd
be there all night.
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