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+{Part 9}+
Ali had sent me home with a trusted friend whom I did not know. He seemed nice enough and I sat between him and his cub, a tall, pale, brown-haired boy a few years older than me. We raced home though I couldn't see much through the dark windows.
Dr. Hamad was waiting for me when the SUV pulled up to the front of Ali's family home. The lion in charge of taking me home lifted me up onto his lap as the car stopped. He stepped out of the car and passed me to Dr. Hamad's waiting arms. I was greeted with an oddly adoring smile from him that didn't fit the circumstances.
I flung my arms around his neck, needing to be close to Ali's blood line, my comfort and protection. He pulled me up into his chest just like Ali always did. Dr. Hamad may be older, but the family's strength training lifestyle had originated with him. He hugged me to him, easily balancing me on one arm as I nuzzled my chin against his shoulder, my nose into his neck. With his free hand he stroked my back, I felt him breathing comfortable words against my ear.
I didn't turn to see the SUV pull away, but Dr. Hamad paused there for a minute most likely exchanging words with the lion who'd brought me home. And then, with a wave of his hand, he carried my whimpering frame into the house like a sleepy child.
I suddenly realized I was in still dressed in the bunny costume. I'm sure that was why Dr. Hamad had given me that look like he'd just watched a kitten climbing out of a tea cup.
He took me up to Ali's boyhood room. He lifted me away from his face and started talking. I sniffed back tears and shook my head to remind him that I was deaf. I looked down and saw Kadir pad in behind us with an expectant panting.
"Oh!" he mouthed with shock and then shook his head with a laugh. He set me down and held out his hand for me to wait here. He patted my head with a smile. I nodded and he left the room, closing the door behind him. My mind reeled with what had happened with Caleb. I knew they were out searching for him furiously, but Ali's things suddenly seemed like a welcome distraction.
I hadn't really spent time in there, but Ali let me peek in once before. It could have belonged to any American teenage jock, the kind of boy who'd either ignored or bullied me through my grade school years. I could never imagine being in a room like this, much less having it belong to my love, my owner, my lion.
Shelves lined with pictures, trophies, awards, it was a shrine to Ali's legacy. I looked through the frames of his teenage year pictures. He was always surrounded by guys of equal height and strength. There was not a single girl in any of them. He was always in the center, the idol, the leader of the pack.
I fingered his trophies. They were in Arabic, but the little figurines represented a wrestler, a soccer player, and some sport I didn't recognize, the man holding a long flat stick towards the ground. I wandered over to a chest of drawers. It was tall and sturdy dark wood.
I didn't worry about Dr. Hamad finding me snooping. He had told me to wait in the room, not to avoid looking through his son's things. The top drawer was socks and boxers neatly folded in expectation of a boy who would never return to claim them. They hardly looked worn, and the styles seemed to belong to a version of Ali forgotten long before I'd met him.
They were all very colorful and youthful, different from the solid colored more mature styles he usually wore with me. I took one bright neon orange jockstrap and folded it, setting it on top of the dresser.
The next drawer was old t-shirts. They were all too big for me. As he'd told me before, he hadn't been my size since he'd hit puberty. I took the smallest, a worn red t-shirt with a NY Yankees logo on the front. I changed out of the costume shirt and slipped it on over my head. I left the bunny ears on top of the chest.
The lowest drawer was pajamas. It made sense to me that his clothes would be organized in the order in which he dressed. Military-like organization was something Ali must have been born with. I found a small pair of pajama pants, blue flannel, well-worn. They must have been his favorites. I slipped off the little bunny shorts and put them on, feeling myself warm up in his aura. I slipped the jock into the pocket of the pants for later use.
Dr. Hamad returned and found me looking through photo albums. He saw I had changed out of the costume. He nodded his head approvingly, but then took the bunny ear headband from the top of the chest and settled it back into my hair. He gave me a smile and a kiss on the forehead. He didn't seem the least bit anxious about the situation.
He was holding his tablet and invited me over to the bed with a gesture of his hand. I turned to see him closing the door. Before he did, I caught sight of a bodyguard poised at the door. I swallowed back the anxiety and followed him to the bed. He stretched out and patted his chest for my head. I snuggled into his side and he slipped an arm around me as my head rested on his heartbeat.
"I know you're worried, but I just talked to Ali. Izem does have him. The boys will retrieve him soon. The police are en route." Dr. Hamad typed.
"What can we do? He's my best friend. If anything happened to him. I don't even know what I'd tell his parents. I was supposed to keep him safe here." I replied.
"It is our job to watch over the guests and cubs. Not yours. This is not your fault. Trust me that he will not be harmed much. Izem is impetuous. I have already spoken with his father. I'm sure Izem just meant to take you and give us a scare. He will be dealt with sharply. There is nothing to worry about. The boys have always fought for top dog. It is what your people would call a prank." Dr. Hamad assured.
"A prank? I don't think Caleb will think that. He is probably scared to death! How can you say it is a prank? He's a human being this is kidnapping!" I was getting angry and forgetting that I was speaking to the patriarch of the family.
"Technically, it isn't. In this country, cubs like you and Caleb are legally classified as property. You are Ali's to protect, and he loves you very much. You are the cub of my child so of course I would do anything to protect you. But legally Izem will be charged with property theft if it comes to that." Dr. Hamad typed.
"I am property?" I asked as that word pounded in my brain in swift repetitions. His arm pulled me in closer as he read it.
"No, sweet one. To Ali, you are everything. You are his baby. To me, you are my youngest child, so young and fragile, the cub of my cub. You are just as important as my own children. I would protect you like my own flesh. But to the law... it is considered theft. You and Caleb are not citizens... not native sons of Satra," Dr. Hamad typed with shame.
"Theft?? Is that a joke?? What the" I started to type, but Dr. Hamad took back the tablet.
"You are getting too excited. I am going to give you something to calm you. Your lion is out bringing back the cub, and this matter will be settled out of your sight. This is too much for you to comprehend and there is no need to get emotional. Your friend will be safe. You have my word. Go in there and take a shower, get ready for bed," Dr. Hamad took the tablet with him and left again as I padded off to Ali's old bathroom.
Afterwards, I put back on the clothes I had taken from his drawers. I curled up around the pillow and Kadir came to nuzzle my neck. I pet him and felt guilt for speaking harshly to Dr. Hamad. He came back with a pill and some juice for me.
"Sorry," I signed when I saw him and sat up. He just shook his head like it was ok and I was just some emotional box with a giant stamp across it reading "fragile."
I woke up later in a different room and a much larger bed. I felt fingers drumming on my forehead lightly. I followed the arm they were attached to up to see Zaid, Ali's next youngest brother, smiling down at me. The pill Dr. Hamad gave me had knocked me out cold and I still felt very happy, peaceful, dreamy.
Zaid shoved his phone in front of my eyes, but it was too blurry to read. I shook my head no and started to sit up. I felt an arm slide across my back and he lifted me up to rest my back against his chest. He wasn't too terribly larger than me, but his size belied his strength. I felt a warm heart beating against my back.
He showed me his phone again, this time with larger and thicker font. "It's my turn to babysit you. How are you feeling?" It read.
"Good, good, good, good, zoom-zoom," was what my fingers typed for a response.
He laughed as he read it. I felt his chest shake lightly behind me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead with a wink. I wasn't sure why he was being so friendly since he'd never so much as looked in my direction. "You are drugged up! Such a lightweight little cub. My boys can take two of those and still pleasure me like beasts."
He waved a hand towards the other side of the room and I saw his two boyfriends sitting on the couch. They were large, muscled guys wearing matching pink tank tops that hugged their muscles firmly and small black workout shorts. They were both playing on their phones, likely awaiting Zaid's attention.
Zaid was shirtless and I looked down to see a pair of baggy red-black plaid boxers slung low enough to expose a pink waistband of briefs. He had on red soccer socks that came up to his knees and showed impressive calf muscles. His chest was hairless, but toned with a chiseled petite six-pack of abs that built a brick wall up to his developed pecs. I was nestled into his warm armpit with my head resting on his shoulder.
"I am not used to pills. Ali keeps me on protein shakes and natural vegetable supplements mostly," I admitted, more information that he wanted.
"He certainly likes to keep his cub clean and compliant. My boys are strong, army men. They can handle much more," Zaid beamed as he showed me what he'd written.
"Where is Ali? Is he here?" I suddenly snapped to the reality of the situation. "Where am I? Is Caleb back?"
"Calm, little cub. You're in my room. It is very late. If Ali were here, you would be in your own bed. Do you think he would ever let you out of his arms after what has happened?" Zaid looked at me like observing an idiot in his natural habitat. For some odd reason I turned to his chest and sniffed his cologne. It wasn't feminine, but not Ali's strength either. He smiled when I did that.
"Can I ask the story of why you have two lions?" I typed, feeling emboldened by my medicated state.
"I have two cubs. I am the lion. Subduing two strong men doesn't make me weak. They are just as compliant and obedient as you are, maybe more. Ali lets you speak too freely. These are my cubs," Zaid seemed.
"But they are so... strong. Army men, right? So there are three lions sleeping together?" I was confused.
Zaid laughed as he read and then typed, "You really don't understand, do you? Watch." Zaid lifted his head towards his boys and said something. They look confused, but stood. One was slightly taller, maybe half an inch. He turned to the other and put his hands on the straps of the tank top the other was wearing. He pulled his hands firmly away from each other and the shirt began to tear in half. He ripped it completely and slid it off.
The other one repeated the action on the taller boy. They then turned, bare-chested towards Zaid with expectant looks to see if their lion was pleased. He said something else and they looked slightly puzzled, but then reached their hands down to push off their black workout shorts in unison. They stood before us in matching pink briefs with ample bulges that were beginning to thicken in expectation of where this would lead.
Zaid gave another direction and I saw their hands go to the waistbands of their briefs. I put a hand up to show that I understood and they paused, looking to Zaid for further instructions.
"Sure you don't want to see more? They do enjoy each others' bodies quite well. They enjoy being directed," Zaid said proudly.
"But don't they like to um, you know, put it inside you? Doesn't that make you feel weak?" I asked.
"Such a simple mind you have. I can see Ali's deep attraction to you. Your world is very small, very black and white, man and boy, top and bottom. I enjoy them inside me, it is my pleasure. Sometimes my pleasure comes from being inside of them. It is whatever pleases me... They used to be lions, proud men. I plucked them out of the military. They were warriors, but aimless. They would have settled in with a wife and ten kids. I saved them. They are loyal to me. They do as they are told and I protect them from their capricious nature. They are my cubs."
"But Ali says a man gives, a boy receives," I said more than I should have.
"I have plenty to "give" and if I didn't think Ali would be offended, I would whip it out and show you I have ample supply," Zaid grabbed at his bulge, his boys looked over anxiously.
"And yet Ali," he typed, "a warrior man, chose to subdue a small, fragile, handicapped, American boy who clings to his chest like an infant. While I have two strong warriors at my fingers. Does this make him more masculine to choose such easy, simple prey?" Zaid seemed hurt, but still hugged me to his side protectively.
"I'm not handicapped. I'm deaf. I... I didn't mean to offend you... Ali said I can't judge other people's lives because they don't mirror my own," I typed hesitantly.
"Ali is correct. You have much to learn and yet he shields you from it. He keeps you simple like a pet. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings either. I didn't mean you were handicapped in a bad way, like mental or something... But you quote him like his word is the Quran. Do you have thoughts of your own? You hold him in such high esteem." Zaid typed.
"I have thoughts... I just. I..." I didn't know how to answer that or defend myself or defend him.
"It's ok, little cub. I don't want you to have to think too much. It might hurt your brain. I know he loves you deeply. My brother has good intentions with you. He means well for you. He means for you to be his lifelong cub. I've never seen him so protective of anyone, so weak with anyone," Zaid typed.
"Weak? Ali weak? No way. He is the most powerful man I've ever seen. I am the weak one. I don't know what he sees in me," I laughed at the suggestion, but felt sad when I completed my thought.
"You hold his heart. You hold his power. You don't realize it, do you? You have power. He went through a long time of having a different guy every night, sometimes two or three. He even had my boys one night when he was lonely and I was traveling. He was lost, missing that thing to hold his heart. You were that missing piece for him... " Zaid let out a deep breath as he finished typing.
"A different guy every night?" I typed out and felt my heart wrench. I flashed to a scene in my head of Ali bouncing his cock into a flipbook of holes. Dark, light, furry, smooth, muscled, twinkish, reddish, pinkish, my brain bounced between them, each picture putting a knife into my heart.
"Well... yeah. I mean you didn't think he was a virgin did you? Didn't you have sex with someone before him? You were a virgin?" Zaid thought I was being dumb again.
"No. I didn't. He was my first. I mean I knew I wasn't his first, he's so good at it and makes me feel so... er that's inappropriate to talk about with you I guess. but... the things we do together feel like no one has ever done them before... you know?" I said with increasing sadness.
"Yeah, I do know. It's called love. Choice led him to a silent, fragile virgin. Love let you overlook his obvious experience. Love demands he does unreasonable things to protect you. Your love makes him go out in the middle of the night to search for your friend. Yes, you do have power... " Zaid pulled me in closer to him. I turned into him so my cheek was on his chest. He smiled down at me.
His chest, though small like my own, was powerful like a younger Ali. I watched his belly button rise and fall with his breathing. I closed my eyes against his chest, feeling the sleepiness from the pill again. He stroked me slowly and I felt his hand wander down to cup my bottom like Samir had liked to do. These Hamad boys certainly felt free to explore each other's cubs. I wondered what Ali had looked like when he fucked Zaid's cubs and why Zaid had shared them so freely. Would Ali share me?
I woke up with the sunrise. Ali had me balanced on his chest hugging me to him. My mouth rested against his bare shoulder. His flesh tasted salty with sweat, but warm, so warm. He was carrying me into our little house. I kept still to keep the illusion that he had successfully transported me without waking me. I knew that was important to him and he needed a win right now.
He laid me gently down on the bed and I opened my eyes to see him lumber off towards the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts. I had somehow gotten a full night's sleep and I wondered where Caleb was. But I knew that if he was here then so was Caleb. He wouldn't come home without him.
I thought back to my late-night conversation with Zaid. I tried hard to push away the image that flooded my brain. It was Ali pumping away at someone's hole while a pile of discarded men lay behind him, a trash heap of conquests. It was most disturbing because atop the pile was me, looking lifeless with blue skin and purple lips.
No, I shook my head. That wasn't right. Ali came out from the bathroom a few minutes later. He was naked with a towel slung over one dark muscled shoulder. He was wiping drops from his chest and paused when his eyes caught mine open. He smiled weakly at me looking exhausted.
He came to the bed without dressing, his thick flaccid cock swinging impressively between his thighs as though it were perfectly natural for it to be that large. He knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss my wiggling toes. His cock spread out against the comforter, too exhausted to be aroused. His eyes peered upwards to meet mine. I returned his smile and laughed, pulling my feet away from his tickling lips.
"My Baby," he mouthed as he lifted his head. He crawled up the bed and laid beside me. I looked over at him and he drew me to his chest. I thought of Zaid, how he would treat a hulking, adoring mass like Ali. He would subdue him, I had no such pretense of control. Ali reached for his phone with one hand as he snuggled me into his chest with the other.
He set the phone on his chest and reached down to scratch his nuts, pushing his dark snake to the side to rest against his thigh. I reached down for it, feeling my hole begin to twitch hungrily.
"Did you sleep, my little one?" he typed and showed me, pushing my hand away from his third leg.
"Yes sir. How is Caleb?" I asked.
"He will be ok. He needs to rest and Samir needs to hold him. I'm sure they will spend the day in bed... we will too in case you were wondering. I'm sorry for what happened to him, but I felt relieved that it wasn't you," he admitted.
"What happened to Izem?" I inquired.
"We will speak of it later. Right now I need to rest and I need you here with me. You're wearing my old clothes. You look adorable in them, but what's with my old jock in your pocket?" Ali asked with a smirk. He knew I had rifled through his things. He didn't seem angry about it.
"Oh uh," I looked down and saw the straps had slid out. Neon orange is a hard color to hide. "I went through your drawers. Don't be mad."
"I have nothing to hide from you, not anymore," Ali assured and gave me a happy yawn. He pulled a blanket from the side of the bed and spread it out over us. I was sad to see his cock go, but I knew he needed sleep.
He turned on the tv for me. He put on the nature dvd that was in the player and turned the volume off since I didn't need it. He turned me on my side, pushed my stuffed lion into my chest, and handed me the tablet with my arabic lessons to work on while he slept.
He put a closed bottle of water on the pillow next to me and remembered to loosen the cap a little so I could get it open. Lastly, he put a small bag of almonds next to the water in case I got hungry. Even exhausted, he planned for every need I might have while he slept.
He slid up behind me, wrapped his arms around me snugly, and nuzzled his lips into the back of my neck. His body, though naked, radiated warmth through me. I reached behind me and felt his cock resting against my bottom. I stroked it with a finger, feeling it awaken slightly and fill out.
Ali pushed my hand away and reached in front of my face, making an L with his thumb and index finger. He flipped it forward to show the sign for "later." He pulled me back against him and tucked his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I wiggled happily and then let him sleep.
In my little playpen of his arms, I worked through some arabic lessons. I watched the dvd of the lions I had seen way too many times. I ate a few almonds and sipped at the water as I felt his rhythmic hot breath blowing against my neck intermittently. I felt his chest rise and fall with sleep against my back. The rhythms lulled me into a nice dream.
I woke up with an almond next to my nose. It was the first thing I smelled. Ali was gone from the bed and I sat up to stretch and caught sight of him, still naked, eating a plate of food on the counter. His back was turned to me and his thick, powerful, furry dark ass muscles flexed as he shifted his weight from right to left leg.
He turned to check on me and then brought his plate to the bed. He sat down next to me and offered me a forkful of rice and lamb. We chewed in sync and then he smiled and kissed my forehead softly. Something about my forehead attracted these Hamad men. I guessed it was my best feature or maybe they really did all see me as a child. Compared to them, I was.
We finished the food and he didn't bother to dress. I thought he was reaching for my tablet to tell me what had happened with Caleb and Izem, but he just tossed it aside on the bedside table and then did the same with my almonds and water bottle.
He came back for me, reached into my pocket and pulled out the neon orange jockstrap I'd taken from his old room. He held it up and then smiled at me as though seeking approval. I nodded eagerly and my cock sprang to life inside his old pajama pants.
He stepped into it and started to slide it up, but he had added a few years and layers of muscle since it last fit. It stretched and protested as he pulled it over his thighs and tested its limits on his thick bubbled ass. He slid it up and his cock was beginning to thicken. I watched it snake down his thigh, completely bypassing the little pouch.
It looked ridiculous on him, but also insanely hot. I was sure we would have to cut it off him. He started trying to stuff it into the pouch, but I got up on my knees and crawled over with my mouth open and needy.
He forgot about the tight jock for a minute when he saw my lips part and my tongue extend. He put his thumb to my mouth and I sucked it in while he stroked himself. There was never a need for him to waste energy petting his own cock. I would have done it until he'd had enough for a lifetime.
He poked his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it, swirling my tongue around it, doing my best to gain his approval and earn my prize. I was so hard and wanted to reach down to free my cock, but I knew he would do that when it was time. Everything was on his time. Ali knew best.
His free hand stroked my hair as he pushed his thumb in and out of my suctioning lips. His other thumb came down to my forehead and he pushed it up for me to look him in the eyes. His face was absent a smile. He looked serious, intentional, ready to breed his cub.
His thumb popped out of my lips, leaving a trail of spit that he brought to his cock. He gripped it and stroked a few times, shining the shaft with my saliva. He wagged it in front of my face and touched it to my lips. I sprang eagerly towards it with parted lips, but he brushed it against my nose and retreated, holding my head back with the thumb of his free hand.
I looked up at him and whimpered, "Pease!" I spoke. "Pease gib," I fumbled for speech. I didn't care what trick he wanted me to do, speak, roll over, play dead. I needed his cock. I'd do anything.
He gave an approving smirk and his eyes softened. He leaned down and lifted my chin with his finger, mouthing "So cute."
He pushed me up and raised my arms, sliding his old t-shirt off of me. He lifted me to stand on the bed and pushed his pajama pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and he tossed his old clothes across to the couch. I still had on the little pair of briefs from last night's costume, but he pulled them off of me and tossed them too. I sank back to my knees, waiting for his cock.
Ali took the little headband bunny ears from the bedside table and secured it into my hair using the little silver barrette clip. The ears had wires in them to make them stand up straight, but one had bent. He fixed it and then traced a finger down my cheek before leaning down to kiss me.
"My baby," he mouthed admiringly as our lips parted. I felt really very loved and special right now. It was all very Hallmark, but honestly the only thing I cared about right now was his fat monster cock lodging deeply in the hole of his choice. Mouth, ass, nose, ear, whatever he prefered, I just needed him inside me.
"Pease!" I begged again, whining for him to get on with it. "Pease Dah-ee"
Ali took the hint. He pushed me back against the bed and knelt down over my thin, white torso. His knees on either side of my chest, I was looking up at the massive meat I lived for.
He pointed it down towards my lips and put one hand under my neck to angle my head up. My eyes looked up as the giant head came towards me with his intense stare from behind it.
"Uhh," I whined as he pushed the tip past my lips. It was already leaking salty pre-cum. We'd had plenty of sex the day before, but with all that happened, it felt like an eternity of urgency had built up in both of us. He pushed into me too fast and too far. I gagged and sputtered around the thick pole. I felt his juice leaking down my throat as my tongue circled around his invading meat.
He started to gag me as he pushed in and out of my lips. I was sputtering for air, but I had begged for this and I wanted him. He sped up, filling me with the meatwad as I tried to keep my teeth out of the way. My tongue was sliding underneath his shaft tasting his salty sweat peek out.
He rammed it in a little too far and my body reacted as he touched the back of my throat. I flailed under him, but he kept going, knowing my reflexes would subside. I was breathing deeply out of my nose as spit leaked out over my chin and onto his balls. They kept hitting against my face as he slammed into me.
"Uhhh" I finally begged, feeling the air press out of me and he relented, pulled out and checked that I was ok. I gasped for air, my face red and tears coming down my cheek. He looked a little worried, but I forced a smile to him. My only hope of keeping a beast satisfied was to toughen up. I didn't want him taking it too gently on me.
He put a hand to my cheek and smacked my face playfully with a smile. It was his way of saying, "Ahh, you're ok." I beamed at him, wanting to make him proud of me.
He traced a finger around my chin to collect all the saliva and scooped it back up into my mouth. I sucked on his finger. He leaned down over me and parted my lips. He touched his tongue to his lips, scooping out his own saliva and then let it drip down into my mouth. I tasted the salt from the lunch we'd eaten. I know it sounds gross, but it was another reminder that I was his.
He leaned down and kissed me, putting a hand to my throat and massaging it gently with his thumb to ease my swallowing. His tongue parted my lips and entered me, wrestling my own tongue into submission.
Raising back up, he flipped me over onto my tummy as I squirmed between his legs. He walked backwards on his knees and I felt his soft kisses down the center of my back. He stopped just above my ass and I felt him switch from lips to tongue. A wet trail formed down between my cheeks as he licked his way to my hole.
His rough hands parted my cheeks and I arched my back, pushing my ass up towards his face in anticipation. His tongue found my hole and roughly pushed its way inside me. I squirmed and moaned as he did what lions do. He licked me out, glossing over a million little pleasure points.
"Uhh Dah-ee Uhh Fuh" I screamed into the pillow as he worked his magic inside me. My body tensed and jerked as his hands roughly massaged my lower back. My cock was rock hard and pushing up against the comforter.
He started to work a finger into me. We'd had a few days of playing so it slid in somewhat easily. He dug at me, rougher this time. I pushed back, wanting more of him inside me. He slicked another finger with his spit and added it to the mix, pulling his fingers apart to open me up for him. I started to fuck myself on his fingers until he finally just held them still while I bucked.
"Uhhh, Fuhhh, YAHHH!" I screamed, throwing back my head to look at him. He was pumping his cock with one hand and riding his baby with the other. He looked at me hungrily.
"Fuhh Me! Pease!" I begged and he nodded, reaching for the lube as I continued pushing back against his fingers.
He slicked his cock up and got back on top of me. He could have put his whole hand inside me and it still never prepared me for that thick monster he carried around in his pants. The tip pushed against my ever-needy but never-ready hole.
He pushed it in forcefully, not far, but just enough to elicit a scream from me. He held it there for me to get used to and he leaned down to kiss the back of my neck. "Shhhh," I felt him breath against my ear to calm me. I wanted desperately to hear him, his calming words, his sexual grunts. It was a useless wish, but his body did its best to settle me and open me to him.
He pushed more in, slowly inch by inch. I wondered if we would ever reach a day where he could just shove into me without the intense pain. But I'd been filled by him enough to know the pleasure was worth it.
I breathed deeply and tried to open for him as he slid in more. My heart started to flutter as he filled me. His cock pushed all the right buttons in my elevator of pleasure. My body relaxed into his protective arms and he slid in as far as he could go. I knew it wasn't all of it, I wasn't built for that. But I took as much as I could.
He pulled me back against his chest, turning my head so our eyes could somewhat meet. His tongue touched my lips and I let it in. We made out for a few minutes while my body adjusted to his. He kissed me roughly, urgently, to say, "C'mon baby, open for me. I need this."
I felt him start to slide out of me and had that momentary panic of loss until he slid back in. He started to fuck into me easily, slowly. He held a firm hand in the center of my chest while another held on to my shoulder. He let my head fall as he pushed back off of me. My forehead was against the pillow and I looked back to see my comparatively tiny cock bounce each time he slid into me.
He was on his knees now, behind me, his hands raced down to hold my hips. He held me firmly and started to fuck me like a lion. He built up speed and I bit on my lip hard to not cry out in pain. I was gasping for air again to soothe myself. My cock was bouncing wildly as he started to fuck me harder.
He was ramming into me, holding my hips and occasionally swatting my ass. He was owning his cub. Without thinking, I sucked my own thumb for comfort as he rammed ten pounds of meat into a five pound case.
"Uhh Uhh Uhh" I whined as he kept it up. My cock was still rock hard and the pleasure feelings were starting to return.
He pushed my back down until my tummy hit the comforter. I felt his weight come down on me and his teeth brush against my neck as he started to ram into me fully. He turned my head to the right to look at me again, but he wasn't checking to see if I was ok. His need had overtaken his protective nature and he just wanted to stare into my eyes, the face that pleased him, as he took what was his.
"Uhhhhh" I felt my cock tense up as it poked against the comforter. I knew I was going to spray the bed again, but Ali didn't turn me over. He just kept ramming in to me.
"Uh Fuh Yeah Peabe! Me! Uh!" I mumbled nonsense and my body tensed up. My hole clamped down on his shaft and I started to fire off, coating the bed and my tummy with built up juice.
I was halfway through my eruption when I felt him push me down a little too roughly and he slid his cock in farther than it should have gone. I felt his body tense and shake as he started to fill me. He was breeding his boy and planting his seed deep inside.
"UHHH!" I screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. I felt his hot cum firing off inside me and I wondered where it would go. It was buried so deep I doubted it would ever find its way out.
I felt his teeth on my shoulder as he fucked me quickly, releasing all of his juice into his cub. I winced as he bit down on me while shooting the last of his load into me. He felt my reaction and pulled his mouth off my shoulder. It felt like a sunburn.
His body relaxed onto mine, his sated meat still lodged deep inside me. He leaned up off of me, supporting himself on his elbows. His hand pulled my cheek up to face him,
His eyes looked guilty. He awakened to the fact that he'd lost control of his beast and now the daddy side of him checked me for damage.
"Ok?" he said hesitantly, thumbing at my cheek tenderly.
I nodded, lying. I felt like a ton of bricks had slammed into me. I was sore and my chest hurt from the lack of air and heavy pressure. I swallowed and felt my ears pop. I feigned a smile that didn't fool him.
He raised up off of me and his cock slid out of me slowly. I felt a sudden sense of empty loss until he lifted me off the bed and up into his strong arms. He didn't care that I was dirty and covered in cum. He scooped me up like a child and carried me off to the bathroom, pausing momentarily to grab his cellphone. I knew he would type out instructions for maid service.
He deposited me in the tub and turned on the hot water. He went to the cabinets and brought back what looked like a small tennis ball shaped rock. He tossed it in beside me and it instantly started to spark and fizz. I scooted away from it like some sort of dark magic, unsure what it was. That brought a laugh from him and he just shook his head.
He got us towels from the cabinet and set them on the counter before walking back towards me. I saw his cock dangle happily with streaks of white cum down the side of the shaft. Cum was still leaking slowly out of his cock as he stepped into the tub. I grabbed for it and gave it one good pump. I was rewarded by a pearl of his seed forming at the head. I wiped at it with my finger.
He sat in the tub and pulled me back against him. The ball was disappearing, leaving a scent of jasmine and thick foam on top of the water. I settled onto his chest and he bathed me.
"So?" I typed eagerly as we shared a steak for dinner. "What happened?!?!"
"Izem had him. He wanted to negotiate some kind of trade of you for Caleb. I told him I could care less what he did with Caleb." Ali typed back while chewing meat.
"What? Why? That's No!" I looked at him furiously.
"I know I know, but it was the only way. He wouldn't even let us in to see him. We had to get our fathers to broker the whole thing. He was such a pussy, wouldn't even come out and face me."
"What did the police do?" I typed.
"Police?" Ali raised an eyebrow to me, "No, no police. That would complicate things. I just wanted Caleb back safely. Our fathers finally reached a compromise. Izem's father has a hard time saying no to him, it's why he's such an asshole."
"Com...pro...mise?" I didn't like where this was going.
"Don't worry babe. Nothing bad," Ali assured and shoved a forkful of salad into my mouth. "We're going to meet tonight. You are to come too. Izem gets to talk to you, explain his bullshit story and then it's up to you. Once you tell him no, that you love me, would die for me, can't live without me, crave me every moment, live for my cock," Ali laughed. "Once you make that decision between me or... him. Once you do that and say that you choose me of your own free will then he is bound by the agreement to never seek you out or speak to you or even look at you again."
"I have to see him? What if he hurts me?" I asked.
"He won't hurt you, I'll be right outside with my dad and his. It will just be you and him talking. I'll be watching on the camera screen. If he even touches you I will be in that room and we will leave. That's the agreement. He is just to talk to you, present his whiny little case. Once that is done then we will all be together and you make your decision. You just say `I choose Ali to be my lion, my wonderful all-powerful, hugely endowed, massive cocked lion.' or something along those lines. You just say it and then he will be gone forever." Ali seemed so sure that this would go easily.
"And what if I said I wasn't sure?" I returned his joke since he was having so much fun pumping himself up... But he didn't think it was funny. His face suddenly darkened.
"You would break my heart forever into a million tiny specks of dust," he said with absolute seriousness. "Please choose me. You hold my heart. It lives only in your hands. Please keep it safe."
"I... of course. I was just joking. I... sorry sir," I swallowed a bite of tomato and coughed as it eased down my throat.
He nodded, kissed me, and scratched his nuts again. ********
Please let me know what you think! One more chapter to go in this story... probably. -Emri