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The Filthy Streets of Giza
Hassan was a fucking colossus tearing through the dusty, shit-caked streets of Giza like a goddamn tornado of cock and brutality. This Egyptian arab gay alpha was a hulking beast—six-foot-five, shoulders wide as a fucking door, a chest matted with thick black hair that stank of sweat and musk, and a beard so coarse it could rip skin off. At 38, he’d fucked his way through every desperate hole lurking in the shadows of the pyramids, his dick a monstrous ten-inch slab of veiny, throbbing meat that turned tight asses into gaping, bleeding craters and throats into raw, choking messes. His dark, sun-blasted skin glistened with grime and sweat, and those wild, bloodshot eyes roared that he’d fuck you into the ground and make you worship him for it.
Tonight, his balls were swollen, hanging low and heavy, packed with a load that could drown a bitch in cum. The air was thick with the stench of kebab grease, camel piss, and the raw, animal lust pouring off him as he prowled a grimy alley deep in the slums—the kind of festering shithole where arab gay sluts got their holes smashed behind crumbling walls and rusted shacks. Hassan didn’t give a flying fuck about the law or the sanctimonious pricks who’d slit his throat for being a queer—he was a goddamn king in this filth, untouchable and unstoppable. His stained tank top clung to his hairy pecs like a second skin, soaked through with sweat, and his jeans were stretched to bursting, barely containing a bulge that swung like a fucking meat hammer with every swaggering step.
The Twink Prey in the Dirt
That’s when he clocked him—Karim, a scrawny little arab gay bitch, barely 18, slouched against a cracked wall like a mangy stray begging for a bone. Smooth as a shaved cunt, with big, terrified eyes and lips that screamed “choke me with cock,” he was fresh meat, ripe for the slaughter. Hassan’s dick pulsed hard, leaking a thick, slimy glob of precum into his pants, staining the fabric dark. “Oi, ya little cumslut,” he snarled, his voice a low rumble of menace and hunger. “You here to get your tight ass ripped apart, or you just jerking your pathetic dick in the dust?”
Karim stammered some half-assed lie, his face turning red under the flickering streetlight, but Hassan wasn’t in the mood for fucking games. He stormed over, towering over the twink like a goddamn giant, and clamped a massive, calloused hand around his throat. “Don’t fucking lie to me, ya arab gay pig—I can smell your stinking hole begging for it from a mile away,” he growled, squeezing until Karim whimpered. The twink’s tiny prick was already rock-hard, a wet patch blooming in his cheap shorts like a fucking beacon. Hassan smirked, his cock twitching with anticipation. He didn’t ask twice—he dragged the slut behind a pile of rotting trash, slammed him face-first into the wall so hard the plaster cracked, and ripped those shorts off with one brutal yank, exposing a tight, quivering asshole that screamed to be fucking demolished.
Choking on Alpha Meat
“Knees, now, you cock-sucking mutt,” Hassan barked, tearing his jeans open with a snarl. His cock sprang free—a ten-inch arab gay monster, thick as a goddamn fist, veins bulging like ropes, and dripping with rancid, slimy precum that stank of sweat and lust. Karim dropped like a trained bitch, his knees hitting the dirt as he choked trying to cram that beast in his mouth, his jaw popping wide while Hassan rammed it down his throat without mercy. “Suck it, you worthless piece of shit,” he roared, grabbing a fistful of Karim’s hair and skull-fucking him so hard the twink’s nose smashed into his sweaty, hairy bush, burying him in the alpha’s rank musk.
Spit and snot sprayed everywhere, soaking Karim’s face as he gagged and retched, but the little slut moaned like a pig in a slaughterhouse, slurping and choking on that filthy dick with desperate hunger. Hassan didn’t ease up—he gripped the twink’s head with both hands, his fingers digging into the scalp, and pounded his face like a cheap Fleshlight, his balls slapping Karim’s chin with wet, meaty thuds that echoed in the alley. “You love choking on this arab gay cock, don’t you, ya fucking trash?” he spat, watching Karim’s eyes roll back as his throat stretched and bulged, the veins in his neck popping out. The twink’s hands flailed, clawing at Hassan’s hairy thighs, gasping for air, but the alpha didn’t give a fuck—he kept ramming, turning that pretty mouth into a sloppy, drooling wreck, spit dripping down onto the dirt like a fucking river. Finally, he yanked out with a wet pop, leaving Karim hacking up spit and precum, coughing like a drowned rat while strings of slime hung from his lips.
Ripping the Hole Apart
Hassan wasn’t here to play—he hauled Karim up by the neck, spun him around, and bent him over a stack of broken crates like a ragdoll. He hocked a thick, yellow gob of spit onto that virgin asshole, rubbing it in with a rough thumb. “Time to get your fucking guts shredded, ya arab gay cumdump,” he sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one savage thrust that made the crates lurch. Karim screamed like a gutted goat, his hole tearing open, a trickle of blood mixing with the spit as Hassan laughed—a deep, guttural sound—and started pounding like a goddamn machine. The wood splintered under the force, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filling the alley like a fucking war drum.
The twink’s legs buckled, his skinny body jerking and thrashing with every brutal thrust, but Hassan didn’t slow down for shit. He grabbed Karim’s hips, his nails gouging into the flesh hard enough to draw blood, and drilled so deep the kid’s belly bulged with every slam. “Beg for it, you fucking slut—scream for my dick to rip you apart,” he roared, smacking Karim’s ass with an open hand until it glowed red and purple, the skin welted and raw. “Please, fuck me, destroy my fucking hole!” Karim sobbed, his voice cracking as his pathetic little dick sprayed precum onto the dirt like a broken hose. Hassan grinned, his teeth bared like a feral dog, loving the power, knowing he could break this arab gay bitch into a whimpering, cum-soaked shell and leave him crawling for more.
Fucking Like Desert Beasts
Sweat poured off Hassan’s hairy back, soaking his tank top and dripping down his spine as he jackhammered Karim’s ass into a gaping, sloppy mess. His balls slapped the twink’s thighs, heavy and wet, swinging like pendulums while Karim clawed at the crates, drooling and wailing like a brain-dead fucktoy lost in the haze of pain and pleasure. “You love this arab gay cock ripping your shithole to pieces, huh, ya filthy fucking pig?” Hassan taunted, yanking Karim’s head back by the hair and slamming in so hard the twink’s guts churned, his prostate smashed to pulp. “Yes, fuck, wreck me, own me!” Karim howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around the alpha’s dick, the sound obscene and loud in the still night air.
Hassan flipped the slut onto his back on the crates, grabbing those skinny legs and spreading them wide like a dockside whore, exposing that wrecked, bloody hole. “Look at me while I gut your fucking soul,” he spat, plunging back in with a nasty, wet squelch, his cock sliding through a mess of spit, blood, and ass-juice that coated his shaft. Karim’s eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Hassan fucked him senseless, the crates creaking and splintering under the relentless force. The alley stank of sweat, shit, and raw, animal sex—a perfect killing ground for an alpha like Hassan to dominate and destroy his prey, leaving nothing but a shattered husk behind.
Blowing a Nasty Load
The pace turned rabid—Hassan’s hairy ass clenched tight, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he chased his nut, his muscles flexing with every brutal thrust. Karim was a babbling, cum-drunk wreck, clawing at Hassan’s chest with weak, trembling hands, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, Daddy, breed my guts, make me your bitch!” That snapped it—Hassan roared like a goddamn beast unleashed, slamming in so hard the crates collapsed under them, sending Karim crashing to the dirt as he unleashed a torrent of thick, stinking cum straight into that wrecked hole. Rope after rope blasted out, hot and endless, overflowing and oozing down the twink’s thighs in a sticky, filthy mess as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his belly, splattering up to his chin.
Hassan yanked out with a wet, sloppy pop, his cock dripping cum, blood, and ass-juice, a glistening mess swinging between his legs. He spat a fat, yellow glob onto Karim’s fucked-out face, coating his lips, and smirked, his chest heaving. “Good little bitch. Next time, I’m bringing my boys to gangfuck your worthless cunt ’til you’re a bleeding corpse in the dirt.” He strutted off, leaving the twink twitching in the wreckage, ass leaking like a busted sewer pipe, mind completely shattered from the brutal, soul-crushing pounding he’d just taken.
The Alpha’s Reign of Terror
The slums erupted with whispers the next day. Every arab gay slut in Giza was jerking off to Hassan’s name, trading tales of his savage fucks and that horse-cock that turned tight holes into dripping, ruined craters. He didn’t give a fuck about the chatter—he kept hunting, a arab gay god towering over a city too chickenshit to chain him down. Karim couldn’t walk straight for a week, hobbling through the slums with a wrecked ass, his legs trembling, beating his meat raw every night to the memory of being split open like a cheap whore, his body bruised and marked by the alpha’s wrath.
Hassan was already scoping his next kill. He’d fucked half the twinks in Egypt, leaving a trail of limping, cum-soaked wrecks, but his appetite was a bottomless pit—every dark alley, every stinking corner was a chance to claim another hole, to assert his dominance over the arab gay underworld. He’d piss on the laws, spit in the faces of the pious bastards who’d kill him if they could, and keep ramming his way through the shadows, a filthy, unstoppable alpha carving his legend in the flesh of every slut dumb enough to cross his path.
