Emerson and the Lion

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{Emerson and the Lion}

-Chapter 2-

I kept coming into consciousness randomly and in the middle of activities over the next few days. It was really trippy because I could see what I was doing but I couldn't really control it. Everything was in slow motion, my mind was detached.

The first time I awoke, I was getting a shot in the arm by a man I recognized as Ali's father, a doctor as Ali had told me. I was sitting in someone's lap, I felt arms around me and the room was crisp white with too much lighting. His father stood in front of me and was plunging a needle into my arm. He was a little shorter than Ali and his skin was a little lighter. He certainly didn't look old enough to have five grown sons.

I reached out towards his tie, blue shiny satin. I gave it a soft pet and he looked at me with a quizzical smile. I felt the sting of the needle and I moved my hand to swat him away as my lips formed an "ow!" I felt the person holding me grab my hand and pull it back and hold it in my lap. I recognized the hand as Ali's from his watch. I felt lips kiss my ear and he rubbed my tummy to settle me. The needle went away and we laid back on the white table. Ali rolled me around to put my head against his chest and the lights went out... I did too.

Most of my wake-ups were us in bed, me wrapped in a blanket with my head on his chest. He was on his laptop, watching sports, on the phone, or asleep. An asian man in medical scrubs was usually there too, he'd check my eyes, listen to me breathe, take my temperature, and then give me a shot and I'd go back to sleep. Occasionally I also saw a string of various men come in to vacuum, change the bed linens, clean up, take and deliver laundry or food.

A few times I woke up alone, holding on to a stuffed lion made of this super plush shaggy material. The lion has a heart sewn onto his chest that was gold material with "Ali's Cub" embroidered on it. I'd look around and he was always there, eating food, talking on the phone, scratching his nuts, other daily routines. Several times a day, he'd come over with a protein drink. At first, it was in a baby bottle and he'd pull me on to his lap and put it to my lips. Later it was just a cup with a straw in it. It felt good on my dry throat.

Every time I'd awaken, Ali would come over and try to type something to me. It would be too blurry to read, and I'd get frustrated. He'd shake his head with the look of "not yet, soon you will," and then he'd kiss me, the lips, my cheek, whatever part he got to first. It was the weirdest experience, but I remembered taking a big fall and was glad to not be in any pain. It was a strange, happy numbness.

The most exciting time was later when I woke up with my head on his chest as he slowly stroked his hard cock. I could see an expensive pair of black briefs pushed down to his ankles. He alternated between jerking his tool and then pulling on his nuts and kissing the top of my head. I felt his hot breath against my ear. He had his left arm behind me, across my back with his hand inside my underwear rubbing between my cheeks. I felt a finger move up and down over my hole.

In my foggy state, I forgot to feel weird about this. I also felt a little more daring. The tip of his hard brown nipple was just touching my lips. I gave it a little kiss and for some reason decided to lick it. He stopped jerking his cock and pushed my head up to look at him. We smiled at each other and he nodded approval with a kiss on my forehead.

He tilted my head back more so he could kiss me on the lips. He had such strong lips and they made me feel so weak as he wrestled mine to parting and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt his finger working my back door with more urgency. He started to poke in to me, to open it up. It was a struggle he seemed to enjoy, but soon it went too far and hurt.

"Ah!" I gasped as he got in the first knuckle.

Ali took his hand away and reached over to the bedside table to take out a small bottle. He put a dab of clear liquid on his fingertip and returned it to my bottom. He rubbed it around the hole and started to work it back inside me. This warm feeling spread where he touched. It felt so nice.

"Ahh!" I gasped again but this time smiled up at him as my breathing increased.

My cock was starting to poke at his thigh and he pushed my underwear down. I noticed it for the first time, a pair of red briefs, an almost see through material. They were made of very stretchy material and peeled off of me and rolled down my legs. He sat up and pushed them off of me, tossing them across the room. He pulled my left leg up and over his thigh so that my cock rubbed right against his hip and he had more access to my backside.

Ali started to work into me deeper. He moved his finger in circles to stretch me out a little so he could go deeper. It was one of those out of body experiences because I was probably heavily doped up. I could see myself enjoying it, feel myself wanting more, but my conscious mind was helplessly protesting, knowing this was not right.

I know he couldn't help himself. He had given up any social life to take care of me and I'm sure his cock dearly missed having a hole to fill. It wasn't right of me to ask him to give that up. It was selfish of me to leave like I did and hurt myself on his property. All of this filled my head as he started to fuck his finger deep into me. He kept hitting against the spot that made my cock jump and thump against him. My shaft glided against his soft, brown skin.

It had been so long since I'd had personal time to jerk off in the shower and it desperately needed attention. It had no idea it was rubbing against a man. All it knew was skin on skin contact and a need to seed. My breath was ragged as I started to kiss and suck on his nipple.

Ali was riding me with his finger so fast and hard now and filling my body with warmth and fireworks. My skin felt electric as he rubbed me with his free hand, abandoning his jerk off session to make me feel good.

He stopped momentarily to put more clear liquid on a second finger and then went back to getting me open. This was like starting all over again. My hole closed around the tips of his two fingers and he gently, patiently, insistently pushed into me, careful to raise my head again to monitor my reactions.

"Yuhh!," was all I could voice from my dry, raspy, rarely used throat, "Yuhh!" I'm sure I looked all out of sorts, he paused and laughed, then leaned back in to kiss me deeply. His saliva flowed past my lips and I swallowed it, making my throat feel better. He tasted like the green tea he always drank.

My body opened to accept more of his fingers and he started to ride me again, finding the now familiar spots that sent me pushing my cock against him.

I didn't last long as he was double tagging my happy spots. My cock started to shoot, spraying a week's worth of cum all over his stomach. It was thick and globby and my body rocked and jerked and twisted with each release.

I closed my eyes, but he lifted them open. He held my chin, staring into me as I came. His lips were saying something. They made these kissing motions and his eyes narrowed with serious tones as I continued to shoot and moan my uncontrolled happiness.

Halfway through, his body joined me. I could tell because his fingers buried deep inside me, climbing past their previous depths and his body started to move with mine. His face looked deadly serious and he leaned down to put his tongue back into my mouth. He kissed me deeply as we came down. A deep pool of mixed race swimmers mingled between us.

I don't know who cleaned up the massive mess we'd made, but I quickly fell asleep on his chest again as his fingers stayed buried inside me. It was a nice, full feeling. Whatever I was on allowed me to fully enjoy it, but it spent whatever energy I had built up. I slept deeply and don't remember being showered, dressed, or put back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, there was a white dog lying next to me. I thought maybe it was the stuffed lion until it moved and came over to study me.

"What the hell kind of medication am I on?" I thought to myself until I felt a wet tongue lick my cheek. It was real. He wasn't quite a puppy, but also not yet full grown. He looked like a yellow labrador, but his coat was completely white to match the furniture.

I pet his head and he laid it down next to my face. He had on a white leather collar around his neck with a gold medallion. It had some words in arabic and then Ali's phone number.

I raised up a little bit and saw Ali dressed in business clothes sitting at the glass table. He was typing on his laptop and talking on his cell phone. I leaned forward and put my head against the dog's soft coat and pet him lightly. When Ali finished his call, he came over to check on me. He had on a crisp white shirt with a grey tie. He leaned down and pet my hair and kissed my cheek.

"I thought you could use a friend to help you recover," he typed into a tablet that was on the bedside table. The font was huge and my eyesight was recovering.

"You got me a dog!!!" I typed back and tried to sit up without much luck.

"I'd get the moon if it helped my cub recover. I always wanted a dog, but traveled too much. Now I have my cub here and a cub needs responsibility. When you're better, he will be yours to take care of," he typed.

"I don't know if my dorm will let me keep a dog in my room. He needs a house," I responded.

Ali's face filled with thought, "I don't want you going back there. It is safer for you here. We can talk about it when you feel better. Rest now, little cub." He set the tablet back on the table, not waiting for my reply. He kissed me on the lips and pushed me back against the pillow. He pulled the comforter up to my chest again and gave my hair a pet, and then did the same to the dog.

I laid back down and took a deep breath as he went back to his laptop and cell phone. I liked my dorm room. I had to share it, but it still felt like it was mine. It was the first time in my life that I had half a room. Usually I shared a room with other guys who didn't respect me or my few things. Here I had a cabinet to keep my things. Adam, wasn't the nicest of roommates, but he respected my things and didn't steal.

This house was insane and beautiful, but none of it was mine. I couldn't give up my freedom, my schedule, my space. No, this wasn't what I wanted. Or was it? I didn't have to worry about anything, but how long would this last? What about my classes?

"Aww dang," I thought, what happened to the classes I was taking? I'd certainly missed a lot of days and I had projects I was working on that were due last week. Would I be able to make things up? My head started to swirl with fuzziness, and back to the dark sleep I went.

I finally started to feel control and come out of the fog when I woke up in the bathtub. He was behind me, rubbing body wash gently across my chest. I felt his other hand rubbing a small bar of soap into my bottom. I watched his dark skin rub over my pale stomach, and felt a finger once again tracing circles around my hole. He really wanted me clean.

The slow, gentle circles started to make my cock hard. I was waking up and my body was betraying me. My last grasps at maintaining my heterosexuality returned to take me over. I had a feeling of panic. I felt helpless looking down at it and I kept trying to think of gross things, but nothing worked. I moved my arms to cover my junk and his hand stopped. He lifted me up and turned me around to face him.

He set me down on his lap to face him and drew his legs up behind me to support my back. We were both naked, but he was smiling, at ease with this. I guess for him, being naked with another guy wasn't that sexual, especially one who was as damaged as me. I kept my hands on my cock, covering it. I'm sure I was blushing pretty hard.

Ali raised his hands and signed to me, "How are you feeling?"

I was so shocked that my hands flew up to sign back to him, "Good! You learn signs!" I was so excited until I felt my cock flop against his stomach and quickly went back to covering it.

"I had time while you slept. I practiced a few phrases to show you." He signed back. Now, if you know sign language, you know that it doesn't come out exactly as it would in spoken English, but we fill in the blanks.

"What happened to me?" I signed in between covering myself.

Ali started to sign, but got frustrated. He reached the ledge of the oversized tub and found a black dry-erase marker. He wrote on the white tile wall that framed the tub.

"You fell and hurt your head pretty badly. We kept you on heavy medicine for pain and healing. Now we are decreasing it and you are going to be ok," he wrote.

"How long have I been out? What day is it?," I wrote when he handed me the marker.

"You fell ten days ago. Why did you run? Why did you disobey me and leave? You must never run from me! Never." As he wrote, his smile disappeared and his expression turned to anger.

"I couldn't," I started to write and then paused. I felt like I was going to cry and I don't cry, not in front of others. I took a deep breath and erased it with a rag, then started over, "I was embarrassed and I messed up our friendship. I wanted to feel close to you and I ended up doing something bad to you. I don't want you to think I'm gay."

I set down the marker and turned to look away. I couldn't look him in the eye. I almost laughed as I looked down and saw my dick was still rock hard. I truly had no control.

"I touched you too," Ali wrote, "Does that change my whole identity or make me less of a man? You have become like my child. The minute I found you I knew you were mine to protect. Is it not ok to care for someone? Is it not ok to love you?" He took the rag and erased everything else we'd written. It made a mess, but he had enough people around here who would come and clean it up.

It was a lot of questions and I didn't really have an answer. I still felt like I'd forced it on him and his body just reacted. He finished erasing everything except the last question. I stared at it and wondered. "Is it not ok to love you?"

No one had ever taken care of me like this. The group home directors who raised me were always nice and helped me grow, but that was their job. Caleb loved me, I knew that for sure, but it wasn't like this. Caleb was definitely gay and had a string of boyfriends ever since he was in high school. I was totally cool with it, but he and I never even got naked together, much less touched like that.

Caleb! I hadn't thought about him. He must be super worried. I normally sent him an email every night which was morning back in LA. If I had been out for ten days then he would be freaking out. I grabbed for the marker again as Ali went back to soaping me up.

"I need to check my email! I have to write Caleb," I wrote.

Ali shook his head and traced a soapy finger down my chest. He wrote, "You are going to sleep after I dry you off and give you some food. I already called him and told him you are ok. I will set up a time with him to facetime you."

How had he gotten Caleb's information? I wondered for a minute, but he started to rinse me off and then got up on his feet to go for towels. Watching him move around the room naked, his muscles flexing with every twist and step, kept my dick raging hard. He was a little excited himself, but didn't attempt to hide it.

I started to lift myself up from the water, but my arms hadn't done much in awhile and they quickly protested lifting me up. I slipped back down and Ali came back over. He got right up to me and made the sign for "no!" and then "stay put." He had really been practicing signs. He pulled me up into his chest and set me down on the cold marble counter. He wrapped a big, fluffy towel around me and patted me dry. He even went between my legs and made sure everything was dry. He gave my dick a squeeze with the towel and watched as a small drop of pre-cum formed. He wiped at it with a towel and gave me a wink.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wasn't bruised except a little on the side of my head. My hair looked really crazy. Someone had shaved it close on the sides and cut the top. I had no memory of that, but I knew sometimes when people have a head injury they have to shave their heads to do stuff. I touched the sides and looked at Ali who made a little sign like a barber using clippers. It actually looked good!

He moved me to a large chair in a corner of the bathroom and signed for me to stay put. I had a feeling he was going to do that all the time now. He came back from the closet wearing a small pair of loose jogging shorts and held a pile of clothes for me. He slipped on a white jockstrap and pulled it up my legs. It was a small struggle to get my cock inside, but it finally complied. He held up a pair of kid's thermal pajama pants. They were dark blue and had little cartoon space ships and green aliens on them. They fit very snugly, but he got them on.

He put a dark blue tank top on me and then helped me to my feet. I wanted to try walking a little, but he didn't give me a chance. He carried me on one arm and wrapped my arms around his neck until he laid me down in the bed.

Ali brought over some soup and a piece of fish. He turned the lights down low and got into bed next to me as I ate. He pulled out his laptop and nudged me to start eating. It looked light outside, maybe afternoon. I saw his father and brothers out in the pool area with other guys. It looked like fun and I really wanted to go outside, but I didn't argue with Ali as he lifted a spoonful of soup to my lips with an impatient look.

I let him feed me a few spoonfuls, but then took it and started to feed myself. Ali put on a DVD of one of the nature shows I liked. It was lions laying around in the sun. He opened his laptop and started typing to me. The dog came up on the bed and rested at the foot. He watched us and put his head on his paws. I had forgotten to ask what his name was.

"You can't understand how scared I was when my brother came to get me when you fell. We took you to the hospital and they ran all kinds of tests. I was so scared you were dead. I shouldn't have let you leave. I should have taken you with me to the bathroom or something... You don't know what it is to find a perfect flower just beginning to bloom and then watch it die in front of you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall. I've always been a tripper. I didn't die," I typed back.

"I know, little cub. I've been with you since it happened, hoping you would wake up and be ok. We brought in a nurse to watch you. He's sleeping in the servants' quarters right now, but he will be back to check on you. My father has taken care of you too. Please don't ever do that again. I need to know where you are and that you're safe. You belong to me now, I'm responsible for you."

I finished the food and Ali gave me some pills to swallow. He put the tray over on a table and then came back to the bed to pull me in to him. He slipped an arm across my tummy and worked his other hand into the back of my pajama pants, rubbing my bare ass soothingly. I guess that explained the jockstrap. He knows what comforts me. I fell asleep feeling his heart beat against my face as he massaged my hole.

When I woke up, Ali was gone and the stuffed lion was there in his place. I sat up and looked around the dark room. I saw the dog still lying at the foot of the bed watching over me. He came up when he saw me wake. He gave my face a gentle lick and looked towards the window.

Through the window I saw Ali standing over by the pit where I'd fallen. He was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved tight blue shirt. His back was towards me and he looked like he was talking to someone, but the palm trees blocked my view of the others.

I was desperate to get up and get out of this bed and room. I got to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor. I stood up with a little difficulty, but I managed to stay steady on my feet. I knew he'd be unhappy, but I really needed to be up. I got to the door by steadying myself on the furniture. As long as I didn't fall, he couldn't be too mad at me. The door slid open and the night air blasted me. It felt so dry but fresh. The house being high above the city meant there was little to block the sea breeze. The dog came out with me and went off towards a grassy area.

I started to walk towards Ali, he didn't notice me and this part of the yard was pretty dark. My legs were actually doing ok. I saw his body arch back as he laughed at something going on in the fire pit area, but he didn't turn towards where I was. I felt thumping vibrations along the ground which meant they had music or something turned up.

I got about 6 feet to his left when he finally turned to look at me. He paused and gave me a surprised look. Our eyes met and I realized it wasn't Ali. It wasn't Ali at all. He started towards me and put a hand out, motioning for me to come to him. He smiled at me and looked me up and down. I must have looked odd there in a tank top and kids pajamas with my hair all messy.

I shook my head No and started to turn around, but he got to me quickly and turned me back towards him. He leaned down a little to even our faces. He was taller than Ali, a little older too, but built very similarly. He pointed to my chest and then pointed over towards the fire pit. Maybe Ali was there. He took my hand and walked me over there.

There were about ten guys sitting around the roaring fire. There were plates of food and bottles of wine. A few servants, all small asian men, were standing back near the house. One ran over to take a plate to a guest. Ali jumped up from the middle of them. He came over and scooped me up. The other man let my hand slip from his and then put it on my back as Ali pulled me up into his chest, my head on his shoulder. He smelled like that cologne he had on the first time we'd met. As Ali walked away with me, the man gave me a few pats on the bottom.

Ali took me to his seat next to his father who started to look at my head and then raised my eyelids to look at each eye. He nodded happily and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Ali settled me into his lap and took out his phone as the men resumed their conversation. I noticed the man whom I had thought was Ali kept an eye on me as he sipped his wine. He had taken a seat on the bench across the fire from us and smiled at me as he saw me notice him.

Ali typed on his phone, "You were supposed to stay in bed, little cub. Why do you still not follow instructions? How can I punish a wounded cub who will not obey? With kisses or spanking?" He was mad, but he smiled at me and kissed my cheek as he bounced me lightly on his leg and handed me the phone.

"I'm sorry, I thought I saw you out here. I let you down again. I am sorry." I made a frowny face and it turned into a sad little emoji on his phone. He forgave me quickly and I asked him who that man was. As I typed it, I saw a blonde American guy walk out from the house and bring a plate over to the man about whom I had inquired.

"He is Nasir, my cousin. We grew up together. He is a lion like me. The blonde one is his beloved cub, Ben. Ben is very obedient to his lion. You could learn from him, little one," Ali typed.

That was a lot of information. I watched as Ben sat down next to Nasir. He was an attractive guy, blonde, muscled, a few years older than me, head bowed at Nasir's side. Nasir took some food from the plate and ate as he ignored Ben. After a few bites, he turned and placed a small folded piece of pita with meat in front of Ben's mouth. The cub parted his lips and took a bite. He said something to Nasir who nodded at him with a smile and then returned his eyes to me to check that I had seen the whole exchange. He gave me a wink.

It looked kind of weird. Was that what Ali meant in saying he was my lion? I held Nasir's gaze for a minute as he raised an eyebrow and smile to me. I looked back towards Ben who was staring death eyes at me. He laid his head against Nasir's shoulder who instinctively raised his arm to put it around his cub.

I felt Ali's hand on my cheek as he turned my eyes back towards him. He shook his head no with a warning look and then turned my face to his chest. He kissed the top of my head and then snuggled me into him. He held me tightly so that I could just see his face as he rubbed my back and returned his attention to the group.

I wanted to know more. Where had Ben come from? What was he doing with Nasir? Were they gay? Were they together? Why was Nasir looking at me like that when he already had a guy who was obviously stronger and pretty good looking of his own?

I yawned, ready to get back to bed. Ali noticed and started to stand up. He set me on my feet and lifted my hand to wave goodnight to everyone. His father leaned forward and gave me a hug. Ali collected me back into his chest and took me back towards his little house.

We passed Nasir who stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek and made a little hand motion, closing his palm several times like when you're waving bye bye to a small child. I looked up at Ali who didn't look too pleased, but gave in to family obligation. Ben didn't look to pleased either. I gave him a small wave, but he shook his head at me.

He laid me in the bed, handed me the lion, and strapped a little black bracelet onto my wrist. He pushed a button on it and held it against his phone. A little green dot glowed on the bracelet.

"This is to make sure you stay put. It lets me know if you go outside and if you need me, just tap on it. Every tap sends me a little vibration on my phone. You will learn to stay put please," Ali typed on his phone. He tapped the green dot on the bracelet and sure enough a little message popped up on his phone saying "Check the baby."

Ali tucked me in and then knelt on the bed and leaned down over me. His silver crescent necklace slipped out of his shirt and nearly hit me in the eye. He pulled it back and leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips. It was a lot more than a peck. He wrestled my lips into submission and slipped a tongue past them and into my mouth. He tasted like wine, and he was a little aggressive as he went at it.

It felt a little odd, but he was drunk and maybe a little of him felt like his cousin was challenging his territory since Nasir was obviously more than a mentor or protector for Ben. I settled in to the bed, hugging the lion Ali had placed in my arms. He kissed my forehead softly and then dimmed the lights and left. The dog had come back in with us, again I had forgot to ask his name. I patted the comforter and he jumped up and settled in next to me.

The next morning I was up before Ali was. I managed to walk to the bathroom and take care of my morning necessities. I assumed the smaller, kid's toothbrush was mine. I just remember him brushing my teeth, I hadn't seen what it looked like. I started to go towards the closet to pick out clothes, but I didn't want to do something wrong again. He seemed to like picking them out.

I came back to the bed and he was still passed out. I looked at the band on my wrist, gave it a tap and noticed his phone dance a little on the side table. Luckily it didn't wake him up. It made me remember my own phone and wallet and other things. I looked around the room and couldn't find any of it.

My stomach rumbled to remind me that it was empty. I went in to the little kitchen area to see if he had anything to snack on, it was completely empty. The small fridge had a ton of alcohol, juice, and things to make his protein shakes. The cabinets had a few glasses and lots of shakers and bottles for water and health drinks. There was no actual food to make. I guess everything was brought in by the servants.

I crept back to the bed, and crawled over him. He caught me when I was right on top of him and pulled me down into his chest with a few tickles to my side. I struggled against him, laughing but trying to get away. He finally let me go and I sat up on his stomach as he smiled up at me.

I made a distressed face and signed that I was very hungry. He nodded and sat up to give me a kiss. I followed him towards the bathroom where he shucked his shorts and walked over to the toilet. I watched him stand there naked, arching his back as he lazily let his stream flow. He finished up, washed his hands and face and then nudged me towards the closet.

He picked out a small white t-shirt and some matching shorts for me and then watched as I slipped out of the pajamas. He nodded for me to leave them on the floor. I guess someone would come get them.

I stood there in my jockstrap and he handed me the clothes to put on, watching as I turned to dress. Ali put on a grey tank top with a black leather stripe across the chest and some white shorts similar to the ones I had on. He gave his hair a quick toss and then fixed mine to look similar before leading me by the hand off to the main house.

I'd never been inside the main house. Ali pushed through two huge glass doors and led me through a small sitting room and into an enormous dining room. There was one large round table that looked like it could fit no fewer than twenty. In the center was a large circle with plates of breakfast foods. The men sitting around the table spun the center circle to get what they wanted. There were eggs, meat, fruit, salads, waffles, breads, anything one could want.

Ali took my hand and led me to a seat between his father and his younger brothers, Samir and Zaid. Ali sat down and, although there were plenty of open seats, pulled me into his lap. His father flashed me a smile as he took a bite of melon and looked through a newspaper with arabic writing.

I looked over at Samir who gave me a half smile and looked down with guilt. Ali had said he felt bad to have been a part of my injury. It wasn't his fault. Zaid was next to him, the son born between Ali and Samir. He was thinner than the other brothers, but in good shape. He had on a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off toned, dark arms. He eyed me with mild disinterest and gave me a nod before going back to looking at his phone as he ate.

Across the large circle sat Nasir. I hadn't noticed him when we came in, but he was certainly looking at me. He gave that interested smile he'd had the night before. It was that look that made you feel like the most interesting person in the world. Sitting next to him, but with his chair pushed back was Ben. He looked tired and a little upset, but didn't make eye contact with me. Maybe he was waiting for Nasir to feed him, but Nasir didn't seem to notice he was there. I was fascinated by these two.

Ali lifted the plate from in front of us and started to spin the circle. He loaded it with protein, of course. When the waffles passed, I reached out and gave a little "Uh!," but he signed "no" to me and spun to the fruit tray. He set the plate down in front of us and took the fork from the folded napkin.

He started to lift a forkful of scrambled eggs to my lips. I looked around and noticed everyone was watching us. I looked back at Ali and he gave me an insistent look so I opened my mouth and took the food. He alternated between a forkful for his mouth and one for mine. I wasn't used to eating much so I filled up quickly, but he kept trying to feed me.

I shook my head no and looked up at him. His eyes weren't backing down, but I really didn't want to eat more. One of the worst feelings in the world is having a ton of food sitting in your stomach. It makes me want to throw it all up and I didn't want to do that. I did, however, want one bite of a waffle.

I signed, "Please, no." He shrugged and picked up his phone, typing, "Ok but you need to start eating more, I'll let you rest for a few minutes." He flipped to a little puzzle game on his phone and put it in my hands while he finished our food.

I alternated between looking at the game and looking up at Nasir who was talking with his father, but keeping an eye on me as well. He was finished eating and was putting very small portions of things on his plate. He passed it to Ben who looked disappointed, but then quickly flashed him a smile and mouthed something that was probably a thank you.

My puzzle was interrupted by the phone showing an incoming call from some name in arabic. I lifted the phone to Ali who quickly stood up and set me on my feet. He raised the phone to his ear and then made the sign for me to "Stay put!" I sat down on the chair, thinking that this time I would obey him. He disappeared into another room with his phone.

His father set down his newspaper and reached for the spinning circle of food. He put one waffle on a clean plate and set it on the table between us. He offered me a clean fork and a smile. He nodded for me to eat.

I signed "thank you," but then shook my head no. I pointed towards where Ali had went. I made my hand open and close like a puppet mouth and shook my head again. He laughed at my miming skills and took his phone out to type to me.

"You are the cub of my cub, He won't mind if I give you a bite or two."

They really all bought in to this cub thing though it seemed like everyone had their own interpretation of what a cub was. I guess it basically meant a boy who is protected and cared for by another man. I signed a thank you and took the fork and sectioned off a corner of the waffle.

"I hope you are comfortable here. My son has never cared for anyone as much as I see him do with you. You are in our tribe now, if you want it."

I didn't know what to think of that.

"I want to please him, but I also want to go back to school," I decided to be open with him.

"Yes, that might be a problem. I don't anticipate he wants you outside the home. But if school is what you want, I will make sure he understands that you have needs of your own. He often has trouble thinking of what is best for others, but I know he puts your safety first."

"Thank you," I typed back, "I really do want to please him. He has been the best friend I could have ever asked for. I hate that he has had to spend so much time on me and hasn't seen his girlfriend in so long." I really did wonder why she hadn't turned up.

Ali's father looked confused at that statement. He took a minute to study be and then typed back, "You have a lot of decisions to make at such a young age. Just know that if you ever need to go back home, I will send you in comfort and style for as long as you want. I know you didn't ask to get involved in this family, but you will always be provided for. For as long as you want."

That was an odd thing to say, but he put his phone away before I could respond. I had just put the second piece of waffle in my mouth when I felt Ali lift me up. He sat in my place and put me in his lap again. I stopped chewing the delicious waffle in my mouth and tried to look like I wasn't eating.

Ali looked at the plate with the partial waffle and then looked at me with a smile. He shook his head. I pointed towards his father who was hopefully telling him that he had told me to do it. I finished chewing and swallowed it. I was now full.

It turned out the phone call was business and he had to run to the office for a few hours. I wanted to get out and see the city. I begged to go with him, but he typed that it wasn't something I could be there for. It would be the first time we had been apart in a long time. We both sat there on the bed. He made me promise to tap on my bracelet every time I felt lonely without him. He showed me where it kept track of my temperature, heart rate, and mood.

He told me to stay put and rest, but I wasn't tired at all. I didn't want to stay in the house. I begged to at least go swimming or do something outside while he was gone. He just kept typing no and that he was in a rush to go. I felt like a three year old throwing a fit, but I was going crazy in this little house. I stared out the window and saw everyone was starting to head out to the pool. His brothers were splashing around.

"PLEASE! I can't stay here, PLEASE! I won't stay here! Your father is out there by the pool. I'll stay with him" I typed on the tablet as he flew around the room tying his tie and putting his shoes on.

Ali took a look out the window, considered how easily I had run away the last time, and nodded with a frown. "Ok, but you stay by him and when he goes in, you follow." Ali ran back to the closet and brought back a swimsuit for me, a bottle of sunblock, and a large blue towel.

"I will be back as quickly as possible. Please be good and obey," Ali typed and then set down the tablet. He held my chin in his hand and studied me, giving a defeated smile. He leaned in and kissed me before dashing off. I saw him go to the pool and talk to his father who nodded a million times and waved for him to leave. White dog had followed him outside and went over to a high rock that overlooked the pool. He settled in for a sun nap.

I put on my swimsuit and went out to where Ali's father sat on the side of the pool with his feet in. He had on a small pair of blue swimtrunks. He was pretty muscular. This whole family put health above everything. Nasir and Ben were laying out on loungers wearing speedos. Samir was swimming laps and Zaid was sitting in the shade listening to headphones wearing the shorts and shirt he had on at breakfast. Nasir's father and two other men who I had not met were hanging out in one corner of the pool talking about something.

Ali's father, Dr. Hamad, motioned for me to come sit by him. I set my towel down and plopped down on it with my feet in the water. He picked up the sunblock from behind me and started to spray it over my chest and arms. He sprayed my back as I started to rub it in to my chest. I looked over at Nasir who had propped himself up on one arm and was watching me from behind dark sunglasses. I gave him a wave and smile. The doctor started rubbing my back and then picked up his phone from the stone deck.

"You shouldn't make eye contact with other men. It sends the signal that you are not loyal to your lion. I know your culture is different. I wish it weren't like that, but Ali gets jealous easily. Especially with Nasir, they have always been in competition," he typed.

I hadn't realized that. I typed back that I was sorry and still learning this culture. He nodded and went back to rubbing the sunblock in to my back. He sprayed a little on his hand and rubbed across my forehead, cheeks, and ears. His hands were strong like his son's and for some reason it stirred things inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt my cock start to fluff up. I immediately felt really disgusted with myself as I sat there.

We typed back and forth a little more about dumb stuff as the sunblock dried on my pale skin. He didn't try to rub any more on me.

I finally pointed at the water and gave him a look of, "Can I, please?" He set his phone down and slid into the pool. He turned back and helped me in. The water was cold and in deep contrast to the blazing heat of the backyard. I held on to the side of the pool since it was a little too deep for me to stand. I hadn't ever really learned to swim.

Dr. Hamad made a thumbs up to me with a questioning look. I nodded, smiled, and returned his thumbs up. He swam off towards the other men and joined in their conversation while keeping an eye on me. Samir swam by and paused, watching me hold on to the side.

He made motions to say, "You can't swim?" I shook my head. He took my hand and put it on his shoulder, then pulled me away from the edge. He wrapped my arms around his neck as he treaded water. He put me behind him and I held on as he started to swim around. He was going fast and easily balanced me on his strong back. Samir is a few months older than me, but much more developed. From behind, it wasn't much different than holding Ali.

We did a few laps around the pool as his father watched. Nasir had dove in and started to swim around us. Every time we got close to him, he would reach out and give my back a rub or squeeze my ass. I don't think Samir noticed, he seemed completely comfortable with his older cousin. Nasir started rubbing my ass rougher. He pulled my shorts down a little while making conversation with Samir who seemed to have no clue.

I squirmed uncomfortably. Finally, Samir swam to the shallow end of the pool where I could stand on my feet. He made a motion for me to stay put and then got out of the pool and grabbed his towel. He strolled into the house. I guessed he had to pee or something.

Nasir swam over to me, and I looked over to where he had been laying out. Ben wasn't there. I looked over at Dr. Hamad who was talking to the other men. Confident that Samir was watching me, he had his back turned to us. Nasir swam a circle around me like a shark. I didn't look at him. I did look at his chest. He was bulkier than Ali, stronger with a dark chest full of black hair and muscles. He noticed I wasn't looking at him. He swam right up in front of me and stared up at me with a quizzical smile.

I turned my head, looking towards the house to see if Samir was coming back. That's when Nasir swept me up and swam quickly back to the deep end. He held me to his chest as I struggled to get away. I started to push off of him and he let me go. I immediately started to sink and reached back for him. He lifted me up again to his chest and our eyes met. It wasn't the kind smile he'd had before. He wanted me to know I needed him right now. He wanted to feel powerful. I remembered the black bracelet on my wrist. I started tapping it with urgency. as he held me. tap tap tap

I slipped my arms around his shoulders and put my head against his neck. His arms relaxed his grip on me and went to balance my bottom on them. He rubbed my back softly. I wasn't in a position to be calmed. tap tap tap He swam to the far side of the pool. It wrapped around a cluster of palm trees and went deep into the back yard to where the main house wasn't in view.

I regretted not staying in the house like Ali had told me. I promised that next time I would listen to him. I didn't know how long he had been gone, but I wanted him with me right now. tap tap tap

Nasir made it to the back of the pool and it was a shallow area. He set me on my feet and stared at me, not sure what to do now that he had me. I put my hands behind my back, tapping furiously on the bracelet. I sure hoped it was waterproof. tap Tap TAP

Nasir opened his mouth and said something. I gave him a raised eyebrow not knowing if he knew I was deaf or just thought I was quiet. tap tap tap If this was working, Ali's phone must be going crazy.

Nasir realized his message wasn't getting through and then smacked his forehead with one hand and pointed a finger to his ear and then made a natural motion for broken. He laughed to himself and then leaned in to me. He put a hand on my back and pulled me towards him. His other hand went to my cheek and he leaned in to kiss me. tap tap tap

His lips touched mine and I tried to keep them closed. Where the hell was Samir? The doctor? Ali? tap tap

Nasir stopped before his tongue could push through my lips, he backed up from me and white dog was standing there beside me on the stone ledge over the pool. White dog was showing his teeth and looked like he was ready to attack. He must have barked because all of a sudden Samir ran from around the corner followed by Dr. Hamad and the other men including Nasir's father. I froze as Nasir slowly backed away, letting his hand fall from my back.

Ali was the last to round the corner. He held his phone and I watched as his heart sank as he took in the scene. His body stiffened and he shoved the phone in his pocket as his face turned red. He yelled something and Nasir turned to look at him. I scrambled out of the pool and got behind white dog who still had his teeth trained on Nasir. Ali walked over, still exchanging words with Nasir who himself was starting to look pissed off.

Samir had come over to stand beside me. I reached for Ali but he put a hand on my chest and shoved me back into Samir who wrapped his arms around me to hold me there.

Nasir was out of the pool and responding to whatever Ali had said. Ali poked a finger hard into Nasir's chest. They both looked really pissed off. Ben had wandered out from the house and was watching the scene with the other men. He quickly gave me a hateful look, probably assuming I had done something to cause this fight.

Nasir shoved Ali who took a step back, but then charged at his cousin with a fist that landed on Nasir's jaw.

My heart was racing. I didn't want him to fight. Ali didn't know that I had looked Nasir in the eyes, I had started this whole thing. Dr. Hamad had told me that it was a sign that I wasn't loyal to Ali so of course Nasir would take the opportunity. It start to hit me that this was really my fault.

Nasir may have been taller and stronger, but Ali was pissed and defending his cub. He quickly fell back and went to defensive mode.

I couldn't take it any more. The only thing I could think that would stop this was to use my word voice, something I hadn't done since Junior High when some guys bullied me and made fun of me when I tried to talk. I make a lot of little noises and grunts, especially when Ali is playing with me, but it's not really language.

I cleared my throat and yelled, "ALI PLEASE NO!"

Everything stopped. He had Nasir by the arm, halfway to the ground punching him, but he froze. Everyone froze and turned towards me.

Ali dropped Nasir to the ground and turned to look at me. His face was red and breathing ragged, but a smile crept across his face until he beamed fully at me. He stumbled towards me, holding his arms out for me. Samir let me go and I went to him. He leaned in to hold my face in his hands, they were red and he had a cut on one finger.

He shook his head in disbelief and then leaned in to kiss me. He swept me up in his arms, I dripped water all over his suit. I was glad to be in his arms, covered in his chest. My cock instantly reacted. Once again he had protected me. I hated to see him fighting, but knowing he could take anyone had my cock at full mast. I was pretty sure I felt him popping out under me as well.

My lion carried me off to our little house as white dog followed behind us. I was sure both of them were going to get very well rewarded tonight.