Emerson and the Lion Ch. 04

Samir had told him to wear these clothes. Caleb had wanted to go for shorts and a t-shirt, but Samir said that outside the house, he should be covered. Samir told him that older men here would look at Caleb's exposed skin as a sign that he wanted to be touched. If Caleb argued, Samir told him the older men might report him to the police and cause trouble. Samir said it would be easier to look like he was already owned.

"I'm not buying that junk, but he's pretty hot. So I'll go along with it while I'm on vacation," Caleb signed.

"He is very sweet and I can see he has eyes for you," I signed back.

"What is with Ali always deciding everything for you? Doesn't that get to you? You didn't even get to eat what you like," he asked.

"I know, but he knows a lot about health and nutrition. They're all so healthy in this family. It's easy to give in on some things and get my way on others," I told him.

"Like what, Emi?" Caleb poked, "What do you ever get to choose?"

"I choose him," I offered, "And he chooses me. I love him. It's worth it."

Caleb sighed and touched my cheek, then signed, "You always did lead with your heart. Well, I guess if I got to live in a resort house and be taken care of with free education I would make some sacrifices too."

"You could," I suddenly got a brain flash, "I know they would want you here. You know Samir would."

"Who knows, Em. I am sitting out classes next quarter. My parents can't afford the tuition and my job isn't giving me enough hours," Caleb confessed. "But I can't trade my freedom. It's not me. I would be here a week and then rebel or fuck it up somehow. No, this is your world and I don't want to mess it up if it works for you. I really am happy if you are happy."

The spa was this modern glass and steel building like much of the rest of the city. It was hidden behind this wall of Italian Cypress trees and set back in a big garden. The back of it overlooked the waves of the gulf and a wide white-sand beach. We pulled all the way to the door and a valet came out to open the doors for us and take the SUV away.

We went in and Ali checked us in. Ali's spa handler was a tall bulky muscled brown-skinned man and mine was a smaller Asian looking lady. Samir and Caleb's handlers looked like copies of Ali's, but when Samir saw that I had a lady, he insisted that Caleb got one as well. Caleb's handler shrugged and walked off.

I was apprehensive about splitting off with some lady I didn't know, but Ali held my hand and our handlers took us to the same room. We were left alone to disrobe and shower. Ali wrapped a white towel around me and then did the same for himself.

Our handlers came back in and mine had a tablet with her. She snapped a picture of me in my towel and handed the tablet off to a man who was waiting by the door. She positioned me on the table with the towel draped to cover my bottom. I felt my anxiety building about being so exposed in a room of people. But if anyone was looking out for my modesty, it was Ali. He reached over and took my hand, laying his head sideways against the circle pillow at the top of the massage table as he watched me.

He saw the worry in my eyes and mouthed, "It's ok," as he squeezed my hand. The lady started rubbing this lotion into my back and it started to feel good until she pulled my arms and stretched me out. She was a lot tougher than she looked. Ali's man was getting pretty rough on his muscles and kept giving him little pats and squeezes on his ass. I felt jealousy rising in me. This was not bringing the promised relaxation.

I did start to feel relaxed when she worked my legs. She was careful to avoid any questionable areas on me.

The other man returned to the room holding the tablet. He showed it to Ali. I looked over and saw my picture. They talked as the man swiped through options. He picked out a haircut for me that was severely short on the sides and had messy spikes on top. Then he chose several outfits he would like to see me in.

Finally he swiped through these brown writing samples in Arabic. He picked one and showed it to me. It was his name in Arabic written in calligraphy Mashq. I gave him a thumbs up and nodded. It looked nice. I didn't know what it was for, but he clicked a button and it reverted to the picture of me with the calligraphy tattooed on the left side of my chest over my heart.

"No no no!" I shook my head. I didn't want a tattoo, no needles. He shook his head at me and wrote out, "It's henna, no needles, it just lasts for a week or so then fades. It's like a stain."

I'd never done anything like that. He handed the tablet back to the man and I was whisked away to another room with my handler lady. She had given me a soft white robe so I felt a little better. Ali didn't follow us. I was put in a barber's chair and a man came out and quickly cut my hair. Next he took me over to another table and had me lay down after removing the top half of my robe. I laid down against it on the table feeling cold.

He started laying this thick hot wax on my arms. I have very light body hair, but he was determined to take it. He put strips of fabric over the wax and rubbed them hard before ripping them away. A lady came out with a thick brown pen with a fine, almost needle point. She started applying this thick brown ooze in thin lines on my chest. I knew she was doing the Henna. No one made any effort to tell me what was going on. She left as did my handler once the tattoo was done. It made my skin puff a little in the shape she had applied it.

I didn't know who to complain too. I hadn't been asked about any of this. He finished my other arm and then went to work on my armpits as the calligraphy dried on my chest. He took away the little stray hairs wherever he could find them on the rest of my body. It hurt and I was getting pissed off. He lifted the robe and applied this lotion around my pubic hair and balls. I didn't have much there, but he was determined to take it all.

He finally finished after carefully flipping me over and checking my butt for hair. Luckily that garden hadn't yet bloomed. I had to be up on my elbows while he looked so that it didn't mess up the tattoo as it dried. He certainly wasn't shy about where he touched. But he seemed so clinical about it and wasn't the least bit attractive so luckily he didn't get a rise out of me.

I loved Ali, but having his name on my chest, even temporarily is something I should have been asked. I hoped it wouldn't last too long.

Finally, after an eternity of scrutiny, he led me off the table clinging to the robe loosely wrapped around my middle. He led me over to a little shower stall with all of these nozzles. Before I could protest, he took away the towel and turned me quickly as hot water sprayed me from every angle. He picked at any little pieces of wax, and picked off the leftover pieces of henna from my chest.

He gave my pubes and balls a quick rub and the hair was completely gone from there, painlessly. Why couldn't he have done that with the rest of my body, I wondered. My last assault came from a thin hose squirting an intense stream of water. He spread my cheeks and quickly filled my hole with it. It wasn't thick and easily slipped into me, but it was kind of rough as it cleaned me out completely.

He gave me a fresh towel to dry off. He took another towel and dried my hair as I worked on the rest of me. He turned me to face the floor length mirror and I saw myself naked, hairless, with Ali's name across my heart. It wasn't as big as I thought it was going to be. It actually looked kind of cool. The man took this lotion and rubbed me with it from head to toe. It smelled slightly masculine and a little like Ali's cologne. It made my skin tingle and removed any red marks from the waxing as it was absorbed into my skin.

The man wrapped me in a fresh, warm white robe and had me sit on a chair by a mirror and table in the corner. He grabbed a small shopping bag with the spa logo on it. He took out a small jar of hair product and worked a small amount of this clear gel in his palms and then pulled it through my hair.

He picked up my right hand and had me run my fingers through my hair. It styled it back and made it feel incredibly soft. The man pointed to the door and then ran his fingers through my hair and then made an "Oooh" excited face. I think he meant to indicate that Ali would want to pet me if I used this hair stuff. It did make my hair quite touchable. I nodded to him and he put an extra jar of it in the little shopping bag.

Next he took out a colorwheel. He held it next to my eyes and we looked together in the mirror until he found the exact shade of blue. He read something behind it and went to bring back a little pencil with a gold tip. He pushed me right up close to the mirror and closed my left eye, tracing the pencil just around the eyelashes. I watched with my right eye and when he finished, I opened both. The left eye looked larger and so much bluer. We did the other eye to match. You couldn't see the thin line of gold, but it made the eyes stand out. He added a few gold liner pencils to the bag.

He sent me back out of the room where my handler waited. She pushed me out towards another room with big lounge chairs looking out towards the water. Ali was there lying in an oversized chair with his feet up. He was laid back in a robe like mine looking super relaxed. He sipped a fruity iced drink and was flipping through something on his phone. Samir was in a similarly relaxed state on the other side of the room.

Ali saw me and immediately stood up. He came towards me and put his hands on my cheek and looked at my eyes. He couldn't tell what had happened, but kept studying my face until he reached towards one eye and pulled the eyelid down. He let it flutter back up as he figured out the puzzle. He gave a look of "Eureka" and then made the sign for beautiful before kissing me.

He lifted me and went back to the large lounge chair, saying something to Samir. He pulled me down into his lap sideways so he could see me. I drew my knees up into my chest and laid against him. He reached and closed my robe so that I wasn't on display. I was exhausted and I really just wanted to go home.

Ali reached for the left side of my robe and pulled it back to see the henna tattoo. He got the biggest smile on his face and made the sign for "beautiful."

Samir came over to look at it and leaned over me. He noticed my eyes too and gave a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Samir traced his finger over my tattoo as aLi held the robe closed below it to make sure he didn't get to see too much.

A few minutes later, Caleb came out in his own white robe looking annoyed. He looked at me and pulled open the top of his robe and pointed at Samir's name on his chest in henna. I pulled to show him mine, and he rolled his eyes at me and then shrugged.

"It's temporary," he signed, "I got it done once before. I don't mind being marked by a hot guy." Caleb was developing a submissive look as he quickly made his way to Samir. He wasn't just looking at him like a hot piece of man anymore. There was something developing there.

Samir couldn't contain his pleasure at seeing his own name on Caleb's chest. They hadn't known each other for long and he'd already marked him as his property. I wondered how much Caleb really thought of this as a charade, something temporary while he was visiting the country. The look in Caleb's eyes as Samir beamed over him showed the same emotion I felt when I did something to make Ali pleased with me.

Caleb crawled onto Samir's lap in his lounge chair and took a sip of Samir's drink when it was offered to him. Samir wrapped his arms around Caleb and kissed his cheek. I noticed that Caleb and I had matching hair styles and colors now. We were slowly becoming twins.

Ali had a fresh juice brought for me as we relaxed together. I sat there in his arms as he pulled at different parts of the robe to see what they had done to me. I felt his erection popping up under me. I started to rub it for him as he nibbled on my ear and worked a finger into my cleaned and ready hole.

He bit his lip as I jerked him, he was definitely ready to go. I tried hard to stay quiet as he worked that finger in me. I started to lose it and he put his tongue in my mouth and covered my lips with his as I breathed in sharply at his exploration of my pleasure center.

"Feel so good," Ali mouthed to me with that frustrated expression of working towards release.

I was jerking him pretty hard under the robe and it started to fall open as I felt his cock jerk and shoot cum up my arm. His body jumped a few times and he returned to our kiss to keep his own noises down.

It happened so fast that I didn't get to finish, but I knew he would reward me when we got home. Ali grabbed a small towel off the side table and wiped his marking off my arm. He started to clean it off my fingers, but I held them up and licked them clean and then licked the stray drops off his chest and gave his cock a few more pumps.

I looked over, across the room, and saw Caleb's back wearing the robe. He must have had it open in the front because the belt hung at his sides. He was straddling Samir's lap and moving up and down with purpose. I saw him throw his head back and our eyes met as he had this look of impending orgasm.

I felt Ali's hand on my cheek and he turned me back towards him and shook his head no. He didn't approve of me watching what was going on. He snuggled me down into his chest and we got in a quick nap.

I was awoken by Ali as he pointed towards a team of guys bringing in two big racks of clothes. I looked over and saw Caleb still sleeping on Samir's chest while Samir played with his hair.

They set up a partition in the room so Samir could see Caleb and Ali could see me. I was put in a pair of skin-tight black briefs that showed my bulge leftover from Ali's touch. The team tried on several outfits that Ali had selected for me along with others that the stylist had chosen.

Most were the long-sleeved covering outfits he liked me in when we were out of the house. Several of the outfits were the traditional thobe outfits that many of the men here liked to wear. It was like a white button up shirt that keeps going down to your ankles with light pants underneath it. A few outfits were for home use, shorts, light shirts. And then I got to try on a few pairs of briefs for our private time. He liked the jockstraps and the briefs with the entire back cut out in a circle around my cheeks. I saw him rub his lap a few times as I wiggled in them.

Ali liked almost all of the outfits and they boxed them up as we went to get dressed in the clothes we'd had on when we arrived. Caleb and I both left with the back of the SUV filled with our new wardrobes. I wondered how Caleb would get all of the things back home to LA or if he'd want to go back at all.

We drove to a restaurant a few streets down and had lunch. Both Caleb and I were exhausted from the spa treatment. I noticed Caleb's eyes had a little mark of red eyeliner which made his green eyes stand out. Samir ordered for him and he ended up with the same small salad and grilled chicken that I always got. Ali and Samir had a variety of grilled meats, rice, and some sides I couldn't quite make out.

Ali told us that the henna tattoos would be necessary for our vacation spot. He wouldn't say anything else about it and shook his head disapprovingly when I tried to press him on it.

Caleb and I slept the whole way home. We were curled up together in the back seat. I had my head against Caleb's chest and he wrapped his arms around me. Our lions didn't seem to mind as it was already asserted where we belonged.

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