This series is within the same universe and saga as in my other stories, Kingdom of Francia. While Francia is set on the western side of the world, the Sultanate of Rum tells the story within the border of the Caliphate, from their perspective. The story happens at the same time as the one in Francia.
This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotica is set in a fantasy world similar to the real world Dark Ages. It wasn't heavily fantastical, meaning that I don't have any plan to include dragons, etc. yet. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and does not depict the author's moral values nor does it try to promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark age, there would be a lot of themes that might be unsuitable for certain people, such as relationships with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author hasn't envisioned. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave. Also, please donate to nifty to keep the site running for authors like me to share their works with you! You can donate at https://donate.nifty.org/
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The next days few days went like a dream in Hossam's mind. Not because he was drugged like the day Oliver bitched him, but exactly because he was wide awake on his stomach on top of his horse while Oliver rode both the horse and his ass while conversing with his son, Khalid, and his men. He was naked, while most of his men at least had their trousers on. When Oliver climbed Hossam's horse before they traveled, all Hossam did was tell them Oliver would be massaging him the whole ride, and they replied with affirmation and concern, which warmed Hossam's heart and lightened his mood a bit. Only for it to be trampled back with humiliation, and mostly lust, when Oliver rode the horse in the middle of his men, who were preparing for the caravan, and mounted Hossam right in lines of everyone's view. To be fair to Oliver, it was Hossam's loud moans, which technically were the result of the overtly sensitive asshole he got from Oliver's treatment, that drew the attention to the both of them. Everyone quickly turned and watched intently as Oliver's white cock slowly descent and disappeared into Hossam's dark star until his white sack and Oliver's furred crack were all they could see.
Hossam dreaded to see the expression of his men, but it was his son who spoke, or rather, whistled, and said, "If I didn't know you hated him with a boner, I'd say you're actually using this whole massage thing to tell us you like taking it up the poopchute."
They all laughed, and then someone shouted, "Hey, Khalid! You want me to massage you too!?" to which Khalid quickly gave the man a noogie as they all laughed.
"Well, your dad still has quite a stiff boner for me!"
When Oliver suddenly pulled his body up, showing his boner for his men who quickly filled out the air with a loud obnoxious laugh, especially after Oliver slapped his 9" cock making it bounce around, he felt like he was going to piss himself from the humiliation, luckily, his bladder was empty.
The light-hearted laughter went on for quite a while until they realized that usually when Hossam became the butt of the joke, he'd keep them in check straight away, instead all they saw was their chieftain looked defeated like a humiliated horny bitch with his hard cock bobbing. The laughter died down awkwardly as the men's cock rose.
Hossam wouldn't have put up with what Oliver did if it wasn't for the threat the man had made. No, it wasn't Oliver threatening to drug his whole clan, it was Oliver promising him not to fuck him for a whole day. Hossam was about to laugh, but when Oliver jabbed his finger into his ass, Hossam was the one who impaled himself on Oliver's cock, standing while Hossam was bending over.
Clearly, in the simple mind of tribe people who had never known of propriety or cared too much for decorum, especially the Berber whose people were quite believers of mysticism, Oliver's practice was merely a new kind of technique from a witch doctor for them. That didn't mean they did not recognize it as sex, it just meant the sex was also "medication", which extended to Oliver sleeping in Hossam's tent, railing his ass right in front of his sons. Hossam wasn't just a bitch who would accept everything Oliver threw at him, so he barred Khalid from entering his tent whenever Oliver was spending the night, which was to say every night they didn't spend at Oliver's tent. As a way to counter Hossam's tactic, and whenever Oliver was in the mood, he repeated the sensitive oil procedure to make Hossam's moan heard across camps. During these times, Hossam's men, including Khalid, would search around the tent for holes for them to peek, which Khalid left learned to leave beforehand after the first time he couldn't peek, and watched as their chief pissed his cum and squirted all over his tent. Yes, Oliver made sure to fuck in every nook of Hossam's tent. When Oliver noticed the peeping holes, he always gave them a good view of how he plied their chieftain's ass, in the name of "medication".
Of course, they might think differently if they knew their chieftain had been spending time at night being passed around at Oliver's camp. But then again, they might believe that was another part of the massage.
That was how Oliver ended up riding his horse and Hossam while talking with Khalid, who quickly became a quick buddy. When Oliver groaned and announced quite loudly how he was seeding Hossam with cum, Khalid and his men chuckled. They watched curiously when Oliver pulled out a mug, set it under Hossam's sloppy hole, and told Hossam to fill it up. When the glass was filled halfway, thanks to the night's worth of cum Oliver's men stored in him, his men went wild when Oliver put the glass to Hossam's mouth, which he quickly drank.
"Holy shit!" Khalid exclaimed.
"It's a healthy medicine boy. It will help with your bones and muscle, and make them bigger!"
"Really? Your cum!?" Khalid asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. My cum is specifically brewed and mixed with healthy herbs that I already stored inside your dad's bunghole, or rather Bunkhole, Holker?"
"Stop, before I punch you."
"Fine, fine! Hahaha, trust me, it'll help him..."
Khalid nodded, but he seemed thoughtful. He was about to ask something when one of his men asked before him, "Wait, does that mean if we drink it, our muscles will get bigger too?"
Khalid eyed Oliver curiously, who in turn, smiled quite mischievously, which as far as Khalid was aware was a genuine smile.
"Of course, it makes your muscle gain even bigger!"
Khalid quickly became competitive, and shouted, "Why are you asking!? It's my dad's medicine! Fuck off!" then he rode his horse closer to Oliver, and whispered, "Left some for me, will ya?"
Oliver, the ever-ready, "I got you, bud. Here, I've already stored some, go to the back so no one can see you or they will be jealous, and finish it quick!"
Khalid was grinning like a child when he received the waterskin pouch containing the medicine, and patted Oliver's back, "I'll owe you one!" He said before riding his horse to the back of the caravan.
"Please... not my son..." Hossam whimpered quickly.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything, only I'll only take a debt your son graciously gave me," Oliver sunk his cock back into Hossam's trembling manpussy, and leaned into his ears whispering, "Soon."
Hossam could only squeeze his butt.
Sometimes after, Oliver rode his horse, and Hossam obviously, to the back, and when he returned to the front, all eyes were on him, or rather on the man on top of Hossam's back.
It was Khalid who was propped on his knees face down ass up, hands and legs tied together with another rope strapping his body which was pulled and maintained in place by Hossam himself. Behind them, Oliver was riding the horse expertly while his cock was buried deep in the dad's mancunt, while his tongue was entrenched in the son's bussy. Hossam's men clapped and whistled loudly at the sight that they found funny and hot, yet otherwise nothing out of the ordinary.
They watched as Oliver retracted his tongue creating a saliva trail between the hole and the tongue. He pushed his fingers knuckled deep making the brown muscle ass visibly trembling, then with two hands, one finger knuckled deep while the other forcefully dug one single finger bone in, and stretched the rigid brown hole revealing red and previously untouched lascivious flesh.
When Oliver leaned back, the men, just as quick, gathered to see the innermost part of The Stud of the tribe and how Khalid's body turned from trembling to shaking while his deep voice hit a high pitch. Even in their simple mind, they could recognize the move as a showcase of masculinity, by emasculating other men, in this case, Khalid; which in turn, created more respect in the Berber tribe the more they watched Khalid's inside convulsing, and Oliver let them watched quite a while before plugging it back with his tongue.
After a while, he would stretch the asshole again, with his fingers going even deeper, and by the time the caravan had stopped, the men watched as Oliver's stretched the tight bussy with his two fingers from each hand knuckled deep. It was only a small stretch, but at the very least, the fingers weren't touching each other. Then he retracted his fingers, leaving only the tip of his fingers, and stretched the asslips apart, making the inner lips puffed and red retracted, primed for breaching. The men gasped under their breath and jealously watched when Oliver slurped on the tender flesh making Khalid's toes curled. That night, he spent it in the Berber camp as he sat around the campfire with the Berber while he munched his food on Khalid's ass with Hossam, after properly drugged, bounced on his cock, before stuffing Khalid's ass with an oil bottle and left him after ordering one of the Berber men to hold him ass up. Oliver only ordered one man, but everyone stayed and watched curiously as the oil slowly emptied into Khalid's ass as the young handsome man moaned lewdly.
The mornings after, Khalid prepared Hossam and Oliver's horse in nudity as he no longer wore any fabric on his skin during the journey. Sometimes he had to prepare them in front of Hossam's tent, while other times, in front of Oliver's tent. Sometimes his dad was too weak to even walk, usually every time he spent the night at Oliver's tent, so Khalid had to carry his dad on top of the horse after which, he climbed into his ass-up position on top of his dad offering his hole to Oliver. Sometimes, when Hossam was being massaged by Oliver's understudies, Khalid would spend the entire ride with Oliver devouring his ass and stretching it with his fingers, upside down while his mouth latched on Oliver's sweaty balls or fuzzy asscrack for a good shoulder/neck muscles training. Whenever Oliver was at the Berber camp, he would pull Khalid to the side or bend him over and dove his tongue into the tight brown hole right in front of everyone until he was satisfied. Whenever Khalid was at Oliver's camp, their men would spank his ass as he passed by, which he let them do because Oliver said it was good to train his legs' muscles.
Khalid was also given a salve which he was ordered to rub on and in his ass around the clock, so he was often seen with a knuckle deep in his ass whenever and wherever he was, and bouncing on his finger while riding his horse had became his favorite things. Oliver said it was to prime the muscle in his ass, and hearing the word "muscle" and "prime", Khalid became more than enthusiastic. Somehow, the salves made his butt feel better when scratched, he even let Oliver's men tonguefuck him while he waited for Oliver and his dad because of it. Oliver didn't seem to mind, so he let them, sometimes more than one at a time, swipe their tongues on and in his ass.
Of course, his comrades amongst the Berber thought it was funny and made him the butt of the joke. He challenged one of them to fight to show the result of his "procedure", and he crushed both the man's dignity and balls. He ordered the man who he had shoved a caning stick up his ass to eat Khalid's own ass to show the rest of the men how good it was, while he ate one of the men's ass using the technique he remembered Oliver used. One by one, they offered their ass to Khalid, while others ate each other's asses, then, eating asses became one of their fun camp activities.
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Hazim pulled them to stop when they reached Kayseri, one of the biggest towns in Capaddocia after Tuyana, which was often razed by the Muhammadans during their conquest. Most of the people from Tuyana escaped to Kayseri, and they thought the town would suffer the same fate as Tuyana, but luckily, they just built a new bathhouse, a favorite place for Hazim; the bath in Tuyana was destroyed by Hazim's predecessor so the city held little value to Hazim during his conquest and ended up fully razed.
When they arrived at the city, the citizens of Kayseri were all gathered on the side of the street watching the parade warily; Hazim, the conqueror, stood in a balcony-like spot at his palanquin wearing a golden Linen robe opened from his neck to the stomach creating a nice and wide v-line, a waistband, and under it, a see-through yellow chiffon skirt showing his lower body, including his hard cock. Following behind him were the rows of slaves they won, the nobles would chip in and put their slaves on the parade as a show of strength and glory, but the bulk of the slaves were made of the public labor slaves. In this parade, however, most of them were Zain's personal slaves whom he specifically ordered to be allowed to interact with the citizens if they had family there. Right away, many slaves ran straight to the crowd hugging their family, their lover, and their friends. It was not a popular move, as any type of leniency was often seen as a lack of discipline by the master, in this case, Zain, not to mention how these slaves weren't even chained. They could just run away. Zain didn't care; he and his family had always had a more progressive attitude toward their slaves. He knew fully well that the Greeks and his people would be much better if they could fulfill their roles to the best of their capability, in whatever places those roles might be.
Eyes were staring at Hazim, at his cock, and at the giant, practically naked black slaves carrying his palanquin with three legs, and Hazim basked in the glory. The parade after a conquest had always been his favorite; the scared gaze as he passed, the power he held by standing above everyone, and more importantly, the breeze of victory he felt all over his skin excited him beyond his usual. He was sweating from both the sweet victory and the long march from Antakiya to Kayseri. He did that intentionally every time he won a war, especially if he knew one of the Greek cities he conquered had a bathhouse. After all, what would be better than a bath after a long sweaty war?
Needless to say, the parade went straight and stopped at the bathhouse, it was a multi-level open field with the pool in the middle of the lowest level surrounded by stone bleachers in a round shape making it look like a stadium.
Hazim shed his clothes straight away, as was customary for him, without a care; he had done it in every single conquest, and the first time it happened, somebody did question Him but was quickly bent over the railing of the palanquin balcony and was spanked right in front of the people he just conquested.
He did not feel shame, instead, liberated and free.
It was at this moment Hazim truly felt powerful, with those gazes who still contained fear looking at him with hatred and disgust, yet admiration and the powerlessness to do anything. He was the winner, and the winner should be free to do as he pleased.
The Bathtender quickly greeted him beside his palanquin and helped Hazim to get down making sure the Caliph stepped on the piss pool the Bathtender himself had left on the ground. Hazim was too ecstatic to care and let the Bathtender guide him down the stairs to the pool area until they reached a small chair with a plush pillow on the seat, his humble throne, the Bathtender referred to.
Hazim was but too happy by what he perceived as a sign of submission that these people gave him he did not care that when he sat, water came out of the pillow soaked with the citizen's piss making his ass wet. Instead, he thought the feeling of the water bursting onto his hole was pleasant. He even squeezed the pillow more with his buttcheek and gave the Bathtender a praise.
Gritting his teeth in silence, the Bathtender in turn wiped Hazim's wet feet with a fabric while the Arab nobles prepared themselves for the bath, The attendants brought the toiletries out. When the Bathtender finished wiping Hazim's wet feet, he used the same piss-soaked fabric to wipe Hazim's face and hair, even forcing the fabric into Hazim's mouth and wringing the piss out into the Caliph's mouth, then made him inhale the piss-soaked fabric. In Hazim's mind, what the Bathtender did was a premium treatment fit for a conqueror like him.
When the Bathtender was done "cleaning" his face, Hazim stepped into the pool, letting out a loud relief sigh as he felt the water in his feet. He looked around, for Zain, and motioned for the man, who was already naked to join him in the pool. It was almost customary for Hazim to bathe alongside his confidante; before it was Abdul, Zain's father, then the position was replaced by Abdul's son. Hazim was beaming as he greeted and intimately pulled Zain to his side, showing the close relationship between the two in front of the crowd. Hazim poured water on Zain's body, washing it, an act that most consider a menial labor and certainly not a duty of ones with such station as Hazim, but he did it for Zain, and previously, for Abdul. The only times he ever showed an act of service.
And he did it with such care and eagerness as he washed and even massaged Zain's body from his shoulders, his chest, his waist, and even his ass. He playfully wrestled Zain, which quickly developed into a team match between the Abdul's sons and Hazim. It wasn't a fair fight, but it was Hazim who insisted on taking all three of them by himself, which decisively resulted in Hazim being pinned by his shoulder by Karim into a prostration, with his face pressed onto Arshak's hardening cock while Zain sat on top of his muscular ass, roughly finger fucking him. Karim was strong enough to pin and grip the shoulder down while pulling the Hazim's legs by the knees so his legs were spread apart showing his hardening cock as Zain's finger screwed his hole. Arshak swore he felt Hazim's tongue all over his dick and balls, even going as far as suckling one of the balls, but his view was obstructed by Karim's huge body which was holding Hazim down.
It might've been unwise at first glance for Zain to do this to his Caliph, showing him in a compromising position, but a public bath was the sort of place where these activities were expected and normalized, at least it was in Hazim's court. Although they were the main spectacle, Hazim was hardly the only one in a compromising position, even Yousef and Ahmed were tied upside down ass to ass under a cherub statue pissing in the asses, a creation made by the twins with tools provided by Abbas who covered the tattoo on his ass by wrapping a towel around his waist. Of course, the twins turned on their second brother as well, wringing the towel out, forcing Abbas down into a fetal position, and drawing everyone's attention to the "Ass Slut" tattoo on his ass cheek. They chuckled, but it was as far as any bystander would do if they knew Abbas's reputation as a sadist. Abbas managed to grab both of the twins by the balls, breaking himself free of the hold and pulling them by the balls roughly away.
Most of the nobles used the occasion as a time to socialize, which quite many of them turned and developed into another roughhousing.
Zain wasn't too keen when he saw Oliver was rough-housing Khalid and had him, who was more muscular by a long shot, on his back holding both his hands and feet with ONE HAND while his other hand drilled its finger into Khalid's asshole. Hossam was beside him with a couple of Oliver's men massaging his shoulders, chest, and legs; in fact, almost all of the Berber men who weren't rough-housing each other had Oliver's men massaging them.
Rafay, Zain's Vizier, was the one in charge of the event so Zain could rest and enjoy himself, and he was quite good at it. He kept the refreshment going without a single trouble despite the rough-housing that even his brothers partake in. He didn't even move from his spot, sitting on the edge of the pool with his favorite muscular blonde slave by his lap feeding him the triple-distilled mead he himself had witnessed the "production" of, taking a huge gulp straight from the source after the goading from his beloved.
Halim was lounging on a dry platform on a carpet his servants brought; his feet were massaged by Saif who was clearly flirting with the youngest prince, laughing sweetly at the prince's joke and engaging in the topic of the conversation enthusiastically while pushing sexual innuendo here and there. Halim clearly enjoyed the attention as much as he enjoyed the dick pistoning in his gut from under him.
Both Halim and Saif ignored, or rather, weren't aware of the man under Halim presently wrecking the prince's rectum while his feet gas-pedaling Saif's apparently iron balls. Not long, the man emptied himself inside the prince's sweet cum socket and pulled away after whispering something to the prince.
"Do you want to kiss me?" Halim blurted somewhat suddenly, his face was blushing which Saif thought was really cute.
"Of course, a beautiful man like you, only an idiot would refuse." Saif's low baritone voice tickled Halim's ivories.
Halim pulled his legs up, and with both hands, spread his asscheeks revealing the recently destroyed hole, and said, "Kiss me there."
Said smirked as he thought to himself, of course, the slut couldn't resist his charm, he was THE Sigma male after all. Saif was all but too happy to plant his lips on the sloppy hole, and unconsciously, like an instinct, sucked the salty nectar flooding out from the hole straight into his gut without so much as a second thought.
Zain was just finished with his playtime with Hazim, who, somewhat unusually, called forth his bois harem to serve him and the nobles he was close with.
When Zain saw what Gil was doing to Saif and Halim, and when the man walked away from the pair, Zain decided to sneak off and pulled the man under a shading of a tree.
"What are you doing with everyone? What exactly is your plan here?"
Gil looked confused, "What do you mean? I am helping you. I know the slut demanded too much attention from you, and it's not good for you to discover yourself you see. With him, you'll try to accommodate him by being his man, so you won't let out your inner desire. Now, you can freely do whatever you want! Unless of course, you meant the soldiers, then I was just having fun, a little bit of revenge never hurt anyone, except that one slut who chained me, I changed the magic saddle with a cactus, and the doctor is still trying to pull the pricks of his ass."
Zain was not happy with the answer, "Are you messing with their mind? Are destroying their brains? What kind of drugs are you using?"
"Drugs? No, it's merely a gift from the Lady of the Dawn, you don't have to concern yourself with it. Anyway, I did not destroy their brain, messing yes. You see, you don't have to break someone's mind to make them... change. I am merely expanding the little prince's horizons there so hopefully, when you ignored him enough, he'll look for other butt scratchers."
"I don't understand a thing you said."
"Who said you have to? Listen, you ask what is exactly my plan? Helping you, repaying a favor, and my cult is a cult of fertility, sex is our gift and we have to give it to others."
"What about my brother? I thought you were marrying him."
"What? I thought the Muhammadans can have as many bitches as they want?"
"Wives..."
"Husbands, wives, what are the differences? Either way, don't have to worry, I'll still do my husbandly duty and drop a load in him when I am nearby. Most of the time, he'll have to come to me though. Here. Already got the dowry, enough for me to build a new temple. Your brother is really generous, I don't even have to `convince' him to give me more. Well, I still ask him for more, a favor. I want a brown cake for our wedding if you catch my drift."
"Whose brown cake?" Zain asked as he grabbed his butt with both hands.
Gil chucked, "Wouldn't you like to know. Anyway, I hope that satisfies your curiosity, as you can see, I am busy. There are so many hungry Arab holes to fill before you guys set off tomorrow, and I intend to fill as many as I can. Don't worry, I'll only fill the holes that want to be filled... maybe not the Caliph's since I sense you want to do something with it. Don't try to look for me, you won't find me unless I want to be found."
Without waiting for Zain's answer, Gil slapped Zain's butt and went away. When Zain tried to look for him, the man disappeared as he had vanished into thin air.
When Zain was back, he saw Hazim was already moving about while he sat on the edge of the pool like there was a worm in his butt, but Zain knew it was exactly because there was no worm in his butt Hazim felt irritated and bored, which could only mean trouble.
Sure enough, before Zain could even sit back beside him, Hazim was already pulling a Greek slave by the balls and using his other hand to put his shot glass under the slave's dick. "Piss, it better be strong!" He ordered.
The slave pissed into the glass, no question asked, as the room quieted down, only the sounds of piss streamed into the glass could be heard. When it stopped, Hazim drank the entire shot glass down in one gulp and threw the glass away. "Not strong enough!"
"If it's not strong enough, I am sure I can make something stronger for you, Your Excellency." Somewhat shocked and awed by Saif's remark, the nobles were silently mocking, and admiring his foolish confidence.
They thought the Caliph would surely have his head, but instead, it was Ghafari who shouted, "Have you gotten so weak that you need someone's waste to strengthen yourself, YOUR EXCELLENCY? Have Sekhem's spunk finally used up inside your barrel? We all saw how the kid showed you how much more of a man he was than you and gave it all up for you."
The room went silent, even Sekhem only dared to stifle his chuckle and ordered his slaves to obscure him from the Caliph.
"I know you aren't called the most proper for nothing Ghafari, but I wouldn't be so bold to call it a waste, after all, I heard you have quite a mouthful of Zain's brother khamr. " Rafay said sipping his own "mead" while the nobles stifled chucked pirouetting the room. Obviously, Arshak wouldn't keep something as awesome as having the handsome Persian Sultan drinking his piss a secret.
"You! It was a slander!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Hazim shouted, "You have been one of the men whom I was proud of the most, and yet, a single fucking town lodged up your shit hole and you make sure everyone smells your stink! I had enough of your shit!"
He pointed to Said and then said, "We'll settle this by fight and you'll show me how much stronger you are, and you will be properly rewarded. And you, Ghafari, I know your pansy ass won't even dirty your own finger, so pick your best man. If my champion wins, you and your men will drink not just Zain, but all of the Rum men's piss, and just to stuff your stinky mouth where it belongs, Zain will have the privilege of using your mouth as a chamberpot for both shit and piss the entire journey. And you can say goodbye to your tent and supplies since you don't need it anymore. All will be given to Zain since his men are more useful than yours."
"Oh, if I win, I will pick more than just Trebizond, Your Asselency! I hope you're prepared with my demand." Ghafari retorted confidently.
"Name your price, cunt!"
"I will have Rum! And I will see that you fucking Mashriqis learn your proper place, to be beneath the Persians! You'll move your capital to Baghdad and rule from your rightful place, underneath my ass, eating my shit! You are nothing but a waste ever since your Han butt scratcher cucked and left your asshole drying like a salted fish!"
Everyone gasped at the demand. It wasn't just a massive amount of property and humiliation, Ghafari was demanding both Hazim and the Caliphate itself as a price. The audacity that the man had was unfathomable which made everyone think the same, he must be confident that he could win. Was his champion that good? Or there was another reason? Some more knowledgeable eyes quickly turned to look at Saif, who was a Persian but in name.
Hazim didn't seem fazed, and in fact, seemed even more thrilled as he showed his carnivorous smile, "Why wait until we reached Baghdad? I'll eat your shit and speak through your asshole right here! In fact, add your sons, brothers, uncles, cousins, and grandpas to your bet, I'll add mine, and I will eat your ass right now while you watch yourself lose! Don't worry, I promise to be generous when your dick cannot produce more males and give you one of MY grandsons!"
Ghafari beamed while other nobles were on the edge of their seat, the fight hadn't started, yet the gloating from both sides and the severity of their bets were intense. "You hear that Zain! He's so eager to destroy himself and drag you with him! Don't worry, I'll prepare a place for you and your brothers in my boi harem, you know I have soft spots for brownies, and I am sure your white eldest's musclecunt has some use."
Then out of nowhere, Gil suddenly appeared behind Hazim, whispering through his ear, "And while you're add it, I'll liberate Greater Armenia from your hands, and you'll fund a temple to be built across the region!"
"Deal! And what about you, Zain? Do you have any wish if you win? Or you can see your future as my bitch is already rewarding enough for Mashriqis, like you. But please, think of it as my dowry for you."
Zain knew the match already set the forest ablaze and there was nothing he could do to douse it, so instead, he fanned the flame even more, "You'll pay your dowry, but not to me. My brother Arshak will be the one to receive the privilege of using you as a chamberpot the entire journey, and then you'll pay a dowry for his hand in marriage as a subservient in this marriage, and he can use you as he likes, whether it is to be his trophy bride, chamberpot your entire life, or permanent cocksleeve. You'll kiss the ground he walks, literally if he asks. You will remain the Sultan, but you'll speak through his ass if he demands you to. Even then, I am still being generous to you. And to the rest of the men who bet against me; my slaves, my plantations, everything I have will be distributed equally. And those who bet with me, meads and men for your daughters, and wealth I won from this bet, which would mostly come from Ghafari, obviously."
They hooted and cheered. It might not seem much, but marriage meant they could build alliances with the Rum Clan the situation would be even stronger if they won the bet, then wealth, even just some of it, was a lot if it was taken from the Persians, and lastly, meads that they really loved were really sweetening the deal.
Sami stepped forward, "I do not own anything in this world, but what God has loaned me. And if I lose, I would have nothing. What I have I salvation, which I will give to those who bet against me and my brother. And if we win, those who bet for my brother, I will ask God for your forgiveness for sinfully betting in the first place."
The room went dead silent, some of the nobles even recounting their money just in case the sin they received would be cumulative of the wealth they spent.
"Right... Moving on. I, the Sultan of Egypt, will give a wish, to everyone who wins," a wish might not seem much when given by others, but when the one who gave it was the Sultan of Egypt who inherited half of the mighty realms of the Great Ancient Egypt and had immeasurable wealth, it worth more than the nobles' life combined, "And I will bet for Ghafari since he promise me the Caliph will choke on my nuts."
Nobody was surprised at Sekhem supporting Ghafari, both the Caliph and him were never in a good term from the first time they met. He did shed light on the growing infighting and coalition within the Caliphate which made some wonder how big the rift had grown.
"I see you need some more discipline, boy!"
"You'll have more than his throat, brother!" Ghafari exclaimed, "I have no use for his hole, but I know you have a thirst for it. You can use it whenever you visit Baghdad, and I will allow you to use it after I finish with him tonight!"
"Stop talking and call your champion! Let the fight begin!"
"Hasan!"
A muscular man with a thick build and caramel skin walked in front, he had curly black hair and a short beard. He had somewhat sleepy small eyes and thick eyebrows making a stoic expression which could be seen as arrogant considering the context. He was naked, so everyone could see his massive biceps and equally big fur-covered chest. His forearms had fuzzy hair on them which was clearer since the hair was wet. His legs were also massive, hairy, and meaty, with an equally massive 8" horse cock attached like a third leg. Saif got him beat by height and towered over the man, but not by the length of the cock.
It was going to be a good fight, that was for sure.
"I consider Saif my own brother, so I don't need him to be fucked to submit. He only needed to say the word," Ghafari finally said with a winning smirk.
If before, his relationship with Saif was merely implied and gossip, Ghafari made it clear that was one of his. Therefore, the match had already been decided before it even began. It was considered cheating for sure, but after the big talks about the big bet, even if Hazim called the fight off, the one with more face to lose was the Caliph who would be seen as incompetent.
Hazim, on the other hand, patted Saif's back, and said, "Strong men don't submit, only bitches do. And bitches get fucked."
"It's a ruse! This is cheating! The fight is unjust and unfair! I will fight for Zain!" Hossam suddenly stood up and angrily shouted.
Saif smiled, turned to Zain who tried his best to maintain his composure, and walked towards him. Hossam tried to block Saif but was easily shoved away, falling on his butt as a result, and couldn't stand because he tried to keep the cum from breaking out of his ass. Khalid was ready to pounce at Saif, even Oliver was looking cautious behind Khalid.
Zain looked at Saif with little to no trust but still did not rescind his bet. It was stupid, but somehow he felt he should take the bet, that he should trust Saif. When Saif stood in front of him, he kneeled and grabbed one of Zain's hands kissing it tenderly.
"I'll win this fight for you." He said as he caressed Zain's soft-bearded jaw. It might have seemed like it was a romantic move, but Zain knew better. His caress was not soft nor it was intended to reassure Zain, it was there to give him a shiver down his spine, to see him when he won, and to prepare his gift when he came back. It was Saif's signature move whenever he tried to cajole a pussy into purring.
Zain finally remembered why he was willing to ruin his relationship to mess around with Saif. The man was full of bravado and machismo, but he acted like a man should. He will protect you to his last breath and make you feel safe, then rock your world at night. Ashraf might've been the better boyfriend, but Saif was the better man, as suffocating as he was.
He trusted Saif as he looked at the man's broad back when he walked to the side of the pool where their "ring" would be, and the genuine trust made him aware of the foreign trust placed in his heart earlier. As he looked to his right, he saw Gil smirking at him.
"What did you do?"
"Just making sure you're not getting cold feet and losing an opportunity."
"You turned him loyal to me?"
"I can't create what's not there. Can't you see his eyes? The moment that prick said he was going to have your ass, I swore he was going to kill him. This one is willing to kill his own brother to defend his territory, you better keep his dick happy."
What Gil said gave Zain a lot to think about, and in a similar fashion, Ghafari who had been confident with his position suddenly felt doubt for the first time. Saif was his man, his family and he himself had brought him even higher in his life, surely he would use this opportunity to return the favor, right? While Ghafari was still in denial, Sekhem already knew he was going to lose.
Gritting his teeth, Ghafari shouted, "Get your mouth where it belongs, cunt! And crawl! The fight doesn't start until I fill your mouth."
Surprising the audience even more, Hazim dropped to his knees and crawled his way to Ghafari without a single fear or shame. He only had reached Ghafari when Hasan suddenly tackled Saif unprepared, squeezed the head between his armpit, and slammed it on the marble floor. Ordinary people would've their heads split open, but this fight was between two strong warriors, and Saif's body only bounced back from the impact, still disoriented, and when he came to, his head was already between his legs, his folded up body was lifted. All he saw was Zain, Hossam, and the Rum as they cringed before he went back out in a package piledriver.
Hazim was about to look behind him when Ghafari held his head and pissed on his face. Before Hazim could even open his eyes, Ghafari shoved his cock, still streaming with piss, into Hazim's open mouth, and settled his cock into a rhythm after he emptied his bladder.
On the "ring", Hasan lifted Saif's body still folded up, and showed his pink tight hole around the audience. When Saif let out as much as a sigh, he piledrived him back into blacking out. When he was done touring Saif's hole around, he gave one last piledriver to him and let him roll onto his back. Hasan did not let Saif breathe and continued kicking and punching Saif's midsection.
When he was bored, he moved to Saif's balls and kicked them multiple times with a less-than-satisfying reaction, so he slammed his entire elbow to the balls which made Saif shoot up his eyes and veins bulged from the pain, and his cheeks puffed blowing the air knocked out of his lungs. As quickly as he came to, Hasan kicked Saif's head back until his whole body turned on his stomach. Hasan dropped his body on Saif knocking more wind out of his body, and then locked him in a spladle with a full split. Saif was anything but flexible, the split make him groan as his taint stretched red and his asshole hidden within a fur forest contracted wildly from the pain.
"You want to breathe? Breathe through your asshole, cunt." Hasan whispered to Saif's ear as he held the man in the lock while he moved his 9" thick cock on the crack, "The moment I felt it open, I'll split you and tore you a new hole."
Ghafari's fear at the beginning vanished as the battle turned in his favor, perhaps Saif was only promised to win for a show? He didn't know, and quite frankly, he didn't care as long as he won. At least, he could finally skullfucked Hazim's head in earnest, behind Hazim, Yousef, and Sekhem approached with paddles in their hand. Ghafari forced Hazim into a deepthroat before waving his hands in approval to both Yousef and Sekhem who swung the paddle to strike each of Hazim's asscheeks at the same time.
The convulsion in the throat, as Hazim groaned, squeezed Ghafari's cock even more, "Holy shit, he's getting tighter!"
Yousef and Sekhem continued spanking Hazim, alternating between striking at the same time and one at a time, and Ghafari returned to skullfucking Hazim, pinching the Caliph's nose to make him choke on his cock. The fact that Hazim raised his butt and arched his back so his ass could easily be spanked was not lost on Ghafari, Sekhem, Yousef, or the rest of the nobles watching.
Their attention was quickly drawn away by the noise Hasan made, however, when Saif finally managed to claw at Hasan's face, breaking free from the lock. As quick as he got on his feet, he dropped his elbow straight on Hasan's midsection, then just as quick, he clawed and pulled Hasan's cock and balls trying to lift him.
Hasan screamed at the top of his lungs as his body instinctively pulled himself toward Saif's arm, and he still screaming while Saif lifted his whole body by the balls with one arm over his head, and piledrived him on the floor slamming the neck while Saif's ass dropped right on top of Hasan's face. He stood up just as quickly and punched Hasan's balls making the man wail and force his 6" all the way into Hasan's throat. He drove his cock through the choke, spit, and snot, and when Hasan was about to tap out, he pulled away.
He did not give Hasan any respite, however, as Saif quickly kicked him on the gut, turned Hasan on his stomach, pulled Hasan's arms behind his back, and then Saif lay flat on top of Hasan's back. He pulled Hasan's head back and squeezed it between his armpit, then as Hasan screamed, Saif hocked a loogie and spat it into Hasan's mouth, then closed the mouth shut.
"You need to breathe, cunt? You know from which hole I want you to breathe, and I want to hear it loud and clear. Don't worry, I am sure you're an expert at breathing through your shithole." Saif growled to Hasan's ear loud enough for everyone to hear as well, as he used both of his legs to spread open Hasan's legs like a frog, his brown star was bared for all of its protection. Of course, it wasn't just Hasan's hole that could be clearly seen from that position, Saif's own pinkish tight mancunt was being aired out much to the audience's delight.
Seeing the sudden turn of events, Ghafari was too stunned to move his hips to fuck Hazim's mouth, but the Caliph himself was bobbing his head with gusto as his slurping sound could be heard louder than the spanking he got. Sekhem, on his part, knew he was fucked, and had already resigned to his fate, so he enjoyed all the time he got left to paddle Hazim's ass as hard as he could as an act of revenge and an advance.
Hasan was breathing Saif's sweaty musk when suddenly Saif squeezed his pit hard and closed Hasan's nose. He struggled and tried to break free, but Saif was strong enough to hold him down.
"If I don't hear your mating call before you go out, consider this your last time on Earth."
Not even a second after Saif finished his word, Hasan let out a long-string nasty, and loud fart as he himself groaned from pushing every single air out of his gut. Saif did not just beat him physically, he stripped him of his dignity, and as his mind crumbled from the humiliation and the lack of air, he let go of the last wall and licked Saif's palm that covered his mouth as a sign of submission and, more importantly, begging for his life.
"You hear that, boys! That's a fucking mating call from a bitch, a sign that he's ready for mating, and if this bitch knows what's better for him, he'll keep calling."
Hasan let out another loud fart when Saif lifted himself off his body for a second before he felt the hand covering his mouth was gone replaced by a painful sensation of his ass being split open. Hasan didn't even have the strength to scream, and instead, his mouth could only produce guttural sounds. His nose, though had been relieved of the tight squeeze, still could only inhale Saif's smelly musk.
Saif might not be long, but what he lacked in length, he made up in width, and it was wide enough to stretch Hasan's virgin hole beyond its capability. It was the fact that he was pushing out a fart that made the dick go easier inside, yet he knew it was not out of good faith. Saif was patronizing him and he felt even more humiliated.
Ghafari, on the other hand, was too stunned to speak he didn't notice Hazim had stopped sucking his cock. In fact, he didn't register anything until his legs were held to his shoulders by Hazim showing his hard wet cock bouncing, but it was his fuzzy asscheek that stole the show. It was smooth hair that got thicker in the crevice of the ass, but it was the glade that the forest of hair protected that drew everyone's attention. Ghafari had a tanned complexion, yet the crevice between his asscheek was as white as milk creating a somewhat sultry contrast to the much redder beautiful grade-A hole. It was a beauty that no one had ever witnessed and that Ghafari himself secluded and protected better than his own wives, even the grove of hair that protected it was tended with hair-care potions and trimmed protectively so even when Ghafari was naked, his hole was hidden under the hair curtain. It was the most beautiful hole everyone had ever seen like it was a pearl inside a clamp. Though, with that analogy, the hole itself was the clamp which was as pretty as the pearl, probably hiding an even prettier pearl inside. Somehow, they knew they'd be lucky enough to see the inside "pearl", but not as lucky to be the one to pry it open. Hazim, however, did know who the lucky man was.
Ghafari's men moved to rescue their Sultan, but Youse blocked them, somewhat confidently, challenging them to take him. They, of course, relented.
"Get your ass off the used cunt, and get your prize, my champion!" Hazim called to Saif, locking Ghafari tightly, as he slapped his own meat on Ghafari's face.
Of course, Hasan's mancunt was nothing compared to Ghafari's prized bussy, so the choice was clear. Besides, Saif had taken Hasan's cherry, and that was all that mattered to him. He grabbed Hasan's body and threw it in front of Zain's feet, "He's the prize for our men. He'll be riding with my caravan from now on, and the Rum men can use him freely."
Hossam approached him and gave him a fist bump as a sign of a temporary truce between their men. Either from admiration or lust for having his ass pounded 24 hours a day and suddenly did not have anything inside, Hossam pulled Saif into a deep kiss which was returned sensually. When they pulled back, of course, Oliver also wanted in on the good time and moved to kiss Saif, but his head was pushed into Saif's smelly pit and was squeezed. It was a jest move instead of a hostile one, but Saif had clearly drawn his boundary for Oliver. Still, Oliver managed to grab a handful of Saif's muscle ass with the tip of his middle finger touching Saif's asshole which, Oliver curiously noted, made Saif jump, but laughed it off as he sauntered his way into his real prize. Although it was not open like Hasan's hole, the call of Ghafair's tight pink bussy was far stronger and more irresistible.
The men behind Zain, from Husaynid to even the Berber who had a rocky relationship with Saif thanks to the rivalry between the two "chiefs", cheered as they carried Hasan to the stone bleachers where the men gathered. He was subsequently mounted and spit-roasted before he could even protest. Saif's men were clearly taking precedence, yet they did not hog Hasan for themselves. They allowed Husaynids and even the Berbers to rail Hasan together with their men, some even taking the mouth while the Berber enjoyed the mancunt. Spits were shared on Hasan's already opened mancunt and their comrade's cock, cheers were chanted as they jumped shoulders to shoulders as their cock slapped Hasan's face, cocks were glued together as they forced open Hasan's mouth; the inhibition between them was none-existent as they jerked each other cock for taunting or pleasuring each other. They even held a strength competition as they tried to stand and carry fuck Hasan and break in loud praises when one of them was not only able to carry Hasan, but his cock hit the bitch button so good, that Hasan hugged the man tightly and tried to rut himself while the man did a celebration pose while dancing his hips. The inevitable double-penetrations were always done by two people of different clans, with praises, encouragement, and kisses exchanged between the two fuckers and the men around them.
Although his body remained composed and his expression remained stoic with a bit of anger, the fear in Ghafari's eyes was vivid. He struggled harder the closer Saif was, but his strength was nothing compared to Hazim's. When Saif squatted in front of him, showing his perfectly white teeth in a sneering smile, before locking his mouth on the door of his pearly clampshut asshole breaching it open with no resistance with his apparently equally muscular tongue, Ghafari bit down on his inner cheek to prevent him from moaning.
"How dare you betray me! I brought you up from nothing, and called you my own brother!" Ghafari finally said clearly striking a nerve as Saif no longer interested in opening Ghafari's hole further.
"I am your brother," Saif said as he braced his cockhead knocking on the trembling bussy, and with one hand, pulled Gahfari's balls, "But we both know you are not above fucking over your brother."
Ghafari held his voice down successfully when Saif's pulled him by the balls to impale him on his cock to the hilt, what he did not realize, however, was his tears streaming down his cheeks, his cum spurting pathetically out of his cock, and the fact that he almost blacked out. He could not hold his voice for long, since just like with Hasan, Saif did not let Ghafari rest and saw his cock in and out of the no longer virginal bussy.
"I will remember this!" Ghafari said.
"Oh, I won't forget it either," Saif said intentionally driving his cock into Ghafari's prostate making the man shamelessly moan.
"You talked too much."
Ghafari looked up only to find his vision suddenly blocked by a massive brown ass owned by none other than Zain who suddenly appeared in front of them, squeezing Hazim's cock in between his face and the ass.
"You liked it so much last time, I will be generous and give it to you the second time. Consider it a truce since you will marry my brother."
Zain ground his ass on the face and the cock slowly and sensually, biting his lips when his lower lips grazed the veins in Hazim's cock or the tip of Ghafari's nose. When Ghafari finally consigned to his fate, Zain's body shuddered as the tongue lapped on his long-time forgotten hole. He played with his own nipples as he smirked at Saif who returned the smile.
Both of them played eyes, flexing, almost taunting, for them to jump at each other. The flame burned hot on their skin and in their body until Saif could no longer hold it, and kissed Zain. He hammered his cock faster making Ghafari squeal, despite being muffled by both Zain's ass and Hazim's cock entrenched deep in his throat, loudly. Zain rap his ass on Ghafari's face, with his hole sometimes touching Hazim's cockhead when he pulled out as if he was twerking on Saif's cock.
A memory of the past flashed in his mind; the first time Saif fucked him right above Ashraf's dead drunk head, "Ashraf might be the better boyfriend," Saif whispered sweetly, biting his ears.
Zain broke off their kiss, leaned into Saif's ear, and whispered in a raspy low voice, finishing Saif's sentence for him in his mind, "But you are the Stud, and I am the Slut." Then slapped his palm on Saif's crack, fingers pressing on the spot between the taint and the asshole, while biting down on Saif's nipple.
Saif shut his eyes and shuddered as he had the strongest orgasm for a long time. Memories of his clandestine affairs with Zain returned like a flood into his mind; he suddenly remembered the real reason why he came to Zain. It was never to be a spy for Ghafari, though his mind fooled him to think so. Like it or not, he was head over heels for Zain, to be specific, for his fat bussy, and perhaps some other things his mind refused to make him remember.
He opened his eyes again, laughing heartily at Zain before going back to make out with Zain, smoothly pulling Zain's hand from his asscrack. Zain was letting Saif push his tongue and spit into Zain's mouth when he caught Oliver's eyes staring at Saif's ass like a hyena trying to put down a lion. Perhaps he was wrong about Oliver, maybe his money should be put on the man instead.
Saif broke away his kiss and turned to Hazim behind Zain who still rutting his cock into Ghafari's mouth, saying, "You look thirsty, Your Highness, let me fix it for you."
Ghafari let out an uncomfortable, yet more resigned, groan as Saif let out one of satisfaction and relief instead.
With Zain's lips on his nape, Saif was comfortable enough not to notice Zain's hands were grabbing both of his muscle cheeks and pried them open like he was ripping a fruit, giving the money shot for Oliver. Unlike Ghafari's ass which was thicker at the crack with hairs, Saif's was smoother without anything protecting the brown and reddish star other than the muscle ass.
Oliver finally caught Zain's eyes who in turn, jerked his brows both as a challenge and approval.
"If you spill a drop, I will make sure you will regret ever being born," Saif said to Ghafari as he plop his cock out, and then turned to Zain. "And you, if you keep getting this frisky, I might have to pull you into my tent for the night," Saif said sultrily as he pulled Zain's hands off his ass again.
"You know not to promise me with a good time."
Saif growled, "You dirty little minx," he stole a peck on Zain's lips, "I'll get back at you, in more ways than one, when I am done feeding your dirty little pig of a Caliph."
Saif guided Zain's body off Ghafari sweetly, before pulling the Persian Sultan off the Caliph's cock roughly and carrying the whole man on his shoulder.
Hazim watched, on his knees, as Saif's godly body approached and stood tall in front of him smiling down condescendingly; without a word, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue.
"I promise you a strong drink, here is the drink from the strongest man!" Saif stepped on Hazim's cock which erupted as the whole body convulsed.
Saif pushed his index and middle fingers into Ghafari's asshole to the knuckle and then hooked everything inside out making Ghafari groaned from the pain as the piss and cum in his rectum flowed out unbridled into Hazim's waiting mouth whose eyes were shut still reveling in the orgasm.
Saif suddenly gasped as something touched, was moving around his asshole. He tried to look back, but his sight was blocked by Ghafari's body on his shoulder and Zain's face whose chin was resting on his shoulder.
"Got a spider in your ass?" Zain asked innocently.
Saif could feel Zain's hands wrapping around his abs, so he knew it was not him as the feeling continued leaving cold air as it passed only to be swiped again by the wet "thing".
The more he tried to discern the thing, the more he was distraught by the friction around his asshole. His cock was quickly standing in attention and spurted more precum when the "thing" suddenly flicked the tight gate of his ass. He almost dropped Ghafari when his hole was suddenly covered and vacuumed out with a loud plop, which Said quickly covered by stomping on Hazim's cock making the man howl in pleasure.
He unconsciously let out a disappointed sigh when the feeling of his asshole being blown out was gone, but he felt something being pushed into his ass, something small, and it stopped only halfway.
Saif didn't even notice that Ghafari was already being taken and laid down on the floor by Hazim who rammed his cock straight in.
He looked back but found no one behind him, yet he felt the wetness, and the thing stuck in his ass, remained. He was too much of a "man" to look at his own ass, so instead, his whole ass decided to swallow the whole thing.
It was not a second pass before he felt his ass was being blown out again and he almost fell on his knees. He composed himself, and said to Zain, "Let's raincheck on getting back at your back, I have something urgent to do. But don't worry, I'll make it up for you."
Saif did not wait for Zain's response as he turned and walked only with a little wobble, admirable for someone who had just taken Monkey's Paw, a special aphrodisiac that could make someone run around like a monkey in heat, a family recipe. Of course, Zain knew Saif always had a stronger tolerance for drugs, the man himself, though not as proficient as Zain, knew about drugs too.
He looked around, he was sure no one noticed Oliver ate Saif's ass just a while ago, after all, it's not every day they can see the Caliph on his knees drinking a foul concoction of cum and piss. Not every day they could see the Caliph double penetrating the Persian Sultan with the Egyptian Sultan who he hated the most.
Sekhem was but too happy to recuperate his losses when Hazim told him to stick his "big fat pussy destroyer", in Hazim's own words, into Ghafari's bussy together with him although still somewhat wary of Hazim's intention. Everyone was quite surprised to see Hazim quite jovial with Sekhem, patting his back, talking him up, and even kissing him on the mouth. In the middle of the fuck, Hazim pulled out and completely focused his attention on pepping Sekhem; whenever Sekhem did a long stroke and pulled out completely, Hazim was there to lube it with his spit, face to cockhead. When Sekhem finally cummed inside Ghafari, giving another surprise to everyone watching, Hazim pulled him towards his entourage of bois harem and offered him his favorite boi and the leader of the bois harem, an Armenian twink who was as old as Hazim, with a look that did not age past his twenty. Sekhem used the opportunity to make the man scream his dick was better than Hazim's, which made Hazim pat him on the back instead of getting angry.
Zain excused himself quietly and went towards his caravan. He passed Saif's tent on the way and saw that the two guards standing in front of the tent, while the rest were partying, were bending over while Oliver was checking them for oils. The two of them were also busy bathing Ares, Saif's massage slave, with a nut in their mouth each. Ares noticed him, but Zain quickly shut him up, clearly showing more loyalty to Zain than even Oliver.
He was intrigued to join them, Zain won't lie, but the fact that Arshak and Karim were suddenly missing and Gil's words about wanting a brown cake suddenly lit a bulb in his head.
He rushed to his brother's tent and right away, he saw his eldest brother's hulking body on the bed lying on his back while pulling his legs. Above him was Arshak feasting on Karim's hole, which was nothing peculiar, except for his position. Sure enough, Arshak was face down with his ass propped by his legs, while his hands reached behind spreading his asscheeks while Gil was digging into his hole with his tongue and cock deep in Karim's throat.
"Oh hey, your brother decided to finally join us! How was the party?"
"Did he want this too?" Zain asked sarcastically.
"Oh, your youngest? No, but I want it. And he thinks after I told him so, that it's only right I got to have a wedding gift from him since he's going to use my husband on a regular basis, ain't that right bro?"
"Fuck yeah, and don't stop! Besides, he told me I have the perfect gift for him, and he can return the gift for my wedding with that shit Ghafari too!"
"So you're messing with his mind, then," Zain said clearly did not like what saw.
"Technically, yes. But at the same time Zain, did you also break someone's mind when you use recreational drugs on a person? Technically yes as well. But it is fun and games as long as there is no ever-lasting damage, right? That I can promise you."
He was still worried, but he did think what Gil said somewhat made sense, or perhaps his mind was being swayed too.
It was then Zain noticed another figure on another bed, sleeping on his stomach, his skin glistened in sweat as his face looked exhausted. It was the white liquid trickling down from his puffed asshole that drew Zain's attention.
"Is that Afgab? What are you doing to him?"
"Oh, that one? I usually sleep here, on that bed, but you see, sometimes, well the first night and the nights after, I forgot that I was not... noticeable, so I laid on that bed with my cock hard like a pole, you know, as cocks tend to be, and those big bouncy ass just fall on my cock, and my cock in his ass. So yeah, I've been splitting his ass every night, quite tight ass as well, I can't get enough of it. Okay fine, I look at that ass while he was fucking my husband, and I want some of that too! What can I say, I am a very impulsive person. But he's fucking my husband, so it's only fair."
Zain was exasperated, exhausted, and more importantly, horny.
When he looked at the contrast between the white liquid on Afgab's balls, he felt the heat rising inside of him, stronger, breaking down his tired mind. After all, why did everyone get to have fuck of their life, while his asshole wasted away waiting to be expired? Where was his dignity? He was the party stud during his college years, no cock was too big for him, and no amount of fucking ever wear him down.
Just as he shed his robe, Zain felt like a chain had been broken off his body. He climbed on Afgab's bed, leaned down to lick the cum trails on Afgab's balls, and licked it up towards the hole.
"Oh fuck..." Afgab moaned in his sleep when Zain's tongue touched his tender hole.
Zain pushed his tongue in and was received quite welcomely by the pliant hole, flooding Zain's tongue with salty, somewhat rich, and bitter spunk, a taste that he sorely missed. His tongue flicked rapidly at the entrance, before alternating between round swipes and digging deeper, cajoling the hole to expel more "oil". When the oil rig was running out, Zain spread the asshole even more, and it was easily opened quite wide, telling Zain that Gil was not lying about fucking Afgab every night. Zain locked his mouth on the open hole and vacuumed the open hole with all of his might until he could finally taste the last bit of cum on his tongue.
Afgab woke up trembling from the sensation, yet pushing his ass even more on the suction. He looked back and was surprised to see Zain look at him with hunger in his eyes, "Zain? Am I still dreaming?"
Zain did not answer and turned Afgab on his back. He placed his mouth on the tip of Afgab's hardening 12" cock, spat out the cum he had gathered in his mouth, and deepthroated the cock into a full mast, coating the cock with the cum and his spit.
"Holy crap, that is so hot, Baby."
Zain pulled out completely, and then straddled Afgab's waist, aiming the monster cock at the entrance of his ravenous hole, "Tell me, is it the position I do when you dream of me?"
"One of many, but it has become my favorite now."
Zain swayed his hips around the cock, teasing the glans with his tight hole, as he said, "Is it better than the sluts you have fucked?"
"Way better..."
"You're a liar, I haven't even put your cock in."
"Baby, I can feel your cockhead sucking me in, not even your father had such a hungry hole."
"Clearly, he's not. I know you've been eyeing my ass even when you're fucking him."
"That's you're fault to be so handsome, blessed with mountainous cheeks bigger than Abu Qubais and Qaiqan, and don't even let me start with that little slutty hole of yours. I know you've been teasing me every time, trying to wake up my snake and have me calm it down alone. I can only be so much patient Zain." Afgab slapped one cheek he called Abu Qubais and wowed as he watched it jiggled.
"What if this whole time I was waiting for you to stop being patient and take me like a slut I am?" Zain said, pressing on the cockhead stronger, but not enough for it to penetrate his ass.
"Is that what you are, Zain? A slut free for the taking by any men?" Afgab asked as he pushed his cock, finally popping his head in, and moaned in tandem with Zain when he felt the heat engulfed his sensitive head.
"Are you disappointed?" Zain asked.
"Not disappointed, only jealous that you fuck everyone else, but me."
"Oh fuck..." Zain said as the humongous cock pushed deeper, slowly, and intensely, spreading his out-of-practice ass even more.
"Why?"
Zain was knocked out of his wind when Afgab's massive snake touched his sensitive spot, bringing him back to the stars he had not seen for years. Afgab kept pushing, filling, and stretching him, driving Zain mad with both lust and pain.
"Why it's only me? Why won't you let me kiss you like I know you've kissed many of your boyfriends? I know you let every single one of your friends have a go at your ass, Arshak told me, that ass. I worship the ground you walk, Zain, yet it is me, your most pious worshipper, who has never received your grace." Afgab kept pushing as he talked, sometimes his emotion broke away and made him push harder than he intended to, but as he finished his sentence, almost every single inch of his cock was inside Zain's leaving only a little bit as both Afgab and Zain could feel the cockhead was knocking at Zain's second gate, his gate to the Heaven that so far, only a single person had breached.
"It's because I was afraid, that if I let you take me, I will be the one who worship you."
"Too bad," Zain looked at Afgab who looked at him surprised, but a smile, a jovial one with a hint of pride and a lot of mischievousness, bloomed on his face, "I do like to be worshipped."
Zain gasped when Afgab gave one final push, piercing, no, tearing down his gate and letting the Heaven flood out into his mind and body. Pain and pleasure mixed and burned his mind as Zain quickly pulled himself up, leaving only the head inside, then slammed back down; his ass muscle squeezed instinctively from the pain, eliciting a rasping moan from Afgab. He hadn't gotten used to Afgab's size, but he wasn't called a warrior bitch for nothing.
"Yes, baby, squeeze it. Make your God feel good. That's what you want, isn't it? Worshiping my cock?"
"Fuck yes! Bless me!"
"You want to get blessed, don't you? You need to put in some more work, after all, you've abandoned this God for quite some time."
Zain squeezed his ass even harder.
"Goddamn!"
"Will! You! Bless! Me! Please!" He said slamming himself with each word, forcing his ass to adapt to Afgab's size.
"I love you, Baby, but you haven't been a very devout follower, haven't you? I think I need some proof of your devotion. Play with your tits."
Zain did as he asked, biting his lips to entice Afgab even more.
"Pull off, and bring your ass over here, I want to smell it."
Although somewhat reluctant, Zain pulled off the cock and squatted right above Afgab's nose.
"Fuck, that's smells better up close. Suck my cock!"
Zain tried to do a full deepthroat, but he choked halfway.
"Don't worry, Baby. You're doing great. But damn, ass to mouth and I don't even have to lift a finger? I can get used to this. Back on my cock baby, and I want to feel that ass squeezing me tight."
"Fuck yes! Your cock felt so good!" Zain said impaling himself even harder when his ass had adapted to the size and length.
"Better than Ashraf?"
"Yes!"
"Better than Saif?"
"You're more than twice the length and twice the size!"
Afgab felt his cock flared, "That's a good answer, Baby. Your God is pleased."
"Are you going to bless me?" Zain asked very eagerly.
Afgab grabbed Zain's 5" cock and jerked it slowly as Zain slammed himself on his cock, "Tell me Zain, are you holding yourself from coming because you're waiting for me to come?"
Zain bit his lips, refusing to look at Afgab, but ultimately, said, "Yes."
"Being worshipped does feel good, doesn't it?"
"Will you please give me your cum!" Zain said more desperately.
Afgab put his arms behind his head as Zain slammed himself even harder and used all of his strength to squeeze working Afgab's nut, "Oh yes, Baby, keep that up, and you might just get your blessing."
"Give!"
"Me!"
"Your!"
"Fucking!"
"Blessing!!!"
Afgab shuddered and his toes curled while his Zain lodged his ass to the base of his cock, his own cock erupting drenching Afgab's chest in cum. He fell on Afgab's much smaller chest, with a heaved sigh. Thought of regret was creeping into his mind, but when Afgab's fingers caressed his hair, he fell quickly asleep, forgetting that his youngest brother's ass was being turned inside out on the other bed.
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He woke up spooning Afgab the next day, the sun had already risen, which could only mean that he was late to prepare for moving. On the other bed, Arshak was lying on his stomach sleeping, hands holding his asscheeks open, his body convulsed once in a while and cum shot out of his ass. Bending over with his chest on the table was a man being railed by Gil from the rear.
"Is that... Amir?"
"Oh, you've woken up? Yeah, I've been using him for my morning hole daily, and I intend to keep him as my personal guard. And sorry for your brother, you guys were so fucking hot last night I can't stop drilling your brother into the bed and making him call me his God. With all respect for your brother's virgin hole I just ruined all night, I wish I was fucking both of you tho."
Zain moved both Afgab and his bodies around so their feet were facing Gil and their waist at the edge of the table, then he pushed Afgab's legs up with his own legs, pressing his cock on Afgab's, showing both of their holes to Gil. He looked back and said, "You don't wish to fuck us now?"
Gil didn't need to be told twice, and he was already slapping his cock on Zain's ass.
"Wait, do Afgab first, and make him remember everything."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Do not question me!"
"As you wish, sir!" Gil's cock went inside Afgab's hole easily, "Fuck, this hole is already molded to my cock's shape, isn't it?"
Afgab was shaken awake with a pleasurable pain in his ass, and for the first time, he noticed the man behind Zain, "What... Zain? Who is that man behind you? What is he doing?"
"That's quite rude to say to someone whose cock has been well acquainted with your hole, isn't it?"
"What?"
And then suddenly, the memories that he didn't know he had, returned; the first night he walked into his bed not noticing the man who was laying on his bed holding his cock up as Afgab slowly pushed his virgin hole into the pole while the man encouraging him from behind and once he bottomed out, he remembered the man calling him his sleeping hole, and the nights after that, he was sleeping with the man's cock lodged in his ass, mostly after he fucked Karim with Arshak, or rather, he just remembered, Arshak and him eating each other ass while the man fucked Karim. When he was not planning on spending the night at Arshak's tent, the man would "convince" him otherwise, and when he was already sleeping at another tent, he would fuck Afgab while he crawled back to the tent. Sometimes he would just pull Afgab to fuck and sleep from the evening, while other times he would ride Afgab's horse while Afgab rode his cock right in front of everyone even though they were unaware. And sometimes, just for the fuck of it, while Afgab was doing something or talking to someone, the man would pull down his pants and penetrate him, sometimes to completion, most of the time just to spread his ass cheeks open and admire his handy work. The number of times Afgab had sucked the cock clean after it had just obliterated his ass made him almost wretched.
"What the actual fuck!"
"I do have a preference for brown holes."
"I am going to fucking kill you!"
Afgab did not end up killing Gil, instead, he hold his legs up, on his own volition, by the feet letting Gil load him with 3 loads, two directly shot into the ass while the last one Zain shat it into Afgab's hole. Then Gil made Afgab unable to expel his cum, and he could only do so if he had made a poem about the good fucks he had with Gil and had to read it to Zain. Afgab almost killed Gil that time, but Gil froze his body, not his head or mind, and then added another load to Afgab.
Before midday, the caravan was finally ready to move, and Gil went a separate way to Zain. He did tell Afgab that he was free to visit him at his new temple somewhere in Armenia once it was built, he'll send a letter, and reminisce about the "good old time". Of course, Afgab answered with his middle finger, which Gil made him shove in his cummy ass, and he won't be able to let it out until he called Gil handsome, promised to visit and stay in the temple for a week, and let Gil used him as he pleased, or he'll go impotent before he turned 30.
Obviously, Afgab wanted to use his cock even after he turned 30, so with gritted teeth, he said his geas.
Gil let out a toothy smile, "For someone who fuck over his master, you're quite dumb aren't you? I didn't say I'll only get to use you as I please during the week you stayed in the temple. Besides, the curse only works if you agree to it, which you just did."
"Are you fucking kidding me!?"
"I am not, and I want to piss."
Afgab couldn't answer as his mouth was full of Gil's piss unless he wanted to go impotent, and then Gil made him gargle his piss, spat it out into a glass, and poured the piss into his ass locking it together with the cum, which Gil graciously help to pour.
Before Gil could say another word, Afgab ran as fast as he could leaving both Zain and Afgab laughing.
As their laughter died, they looked at each other, more somewhat somber.
"It was an honor, Zain."
"I still don't know who or what your intentions are."
"You don't have to know. Sometimes, I didn't know myself. All I know is that my Lady wishes me to be here and help the descendants of her worshippers and you, specifically. I don't know why so don't ask me."
"So, will you undo whatever you did to Afgab?"
"Oh, C'mon! I want to have a crack at that ass once or twice, we know you won't be using it! It'll be a waste if that sweet hole doesn't get split open once or twice, or regularly. `Sides, he might act like he doesn't like it, but you see how his hole moved to meet my cock. Hole knows what hole wants!"
"Did you... have anything similar on me, or anyone else?"
"You? No. I tried, but I can't get it to work with you, even after I got my sperm in you. Everyone else? Here and there, nothing major."
"Fine, I'll choose to trust you."
"Not like you had any other choice."
Zain shook Gil's hand and pulled him closer. He brought Gil's hand to grab his ass while his hand squeezed Gil's cock, "Too bad you have to go. I'd love to try riding your cock in front of everyone while they are unaware."
"You're one hell of a cocktease, aren't you?"
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Hello! I am back with another chapter of Rum, a tad bit longer than usual. I think around 10k words would be the usual word count for Rum, but we'll see if this will keep up. So far, I think I am quite comfortable with it.
Also, you might've noticed I was actually trying to cull some of the characters. I intended for Rum to be a lot closer in terms of characters, but I ended up making it a lot bigger, so I am trying to move around some characters a bit. I already have tons to deal with in Francia lol, I don't want to get even more overwhelmed.
Alas, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it! Please tell me what you think about it or if you have any questions, you can email me!