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Kadir, the Moroccan Arab Gay Alpha
The Gritty Maze of Marrakech
Kadir was a fucking monster prowling the dusty, shit-stained alleys of Marrakech like a goddamn predator on a rampage. This Moroccan arab gay alpha was built like a brick wall—broad shoulders, a chest matted with coarse black hair, and a beard so thick it hid the scars from bar fights and backroom brawls. At 34, he’d fucked his way through every desperate hole in the medina, his cock a brutal eleven-inch slab of meat that left asses shredded and throats gagging. His dark, weathered skin dripped with sweat under the blazing sun, and those feral, bloodshot eyes promised to rip you apart and make you beg for the privilege.
Tonight, his balls were aching, swollen with a load that could drown a bitch. The air stank of mint tea, camel piss, and raw lust as he stalked a narrow passage near the souk—the kind of filthy corner where arab gay sluts got their holes pounded behind crumbling walls. Kadir didn’t give a rat’s ass about the rules or the religious fucks who’d gut him if they knew—he was a king in this shithole. His stained wifebeater clung to his sweaty pecs, and his ripped jeans barely held the obscene bulge swinging like a fucking wrecking ball.
The Twink Bait in the Shadows
That’s when he spotted him—Youssef, a skinny little arab gay cock-tease, barely 18, leaning against a wall like a cheap street whore begging for a beating. Smooth as a peeled peach, with big, dumb eyes and a mouth made for choking, he was fresh meat ripe for the slaughter. Kadir’s dick throbbed, leaking a fat wad of precum into his pants. “Hey, ya little cumslut,” he rasped, voice thick with menace. “You here to get your ass fucked bloody, or you just wasting my fucking time?”
Youssef stammered some bullshit, his face flushing, but Kadir wasn’t here for games. He charged over, grabbed the twink’s throat with a calloused fist, and snarled, “Don’t fucking lie to me, ya arab gay pig—I can smell your stinking hole screaming for cock.” Youssef’s tiny prick was already stiff, a wet spot soaking his threadbare shorts. Kadir didn’t wait—he dragged the slut into a dark nook, slammed him face-first into the wall, and tore those shorts off, exposing a tight, trembling asshole that begged to be fucking annihilated.
Gagging on Moroccan Meat
“Knees, now, you cock-sucking dog,” Kadir barked, ripping his jeans open. His cock flopped out—a veiny, pulsing eleven-inch arab gay beast, thick as a forearm and dripping with slimy, rancid precum. Youssef dropped like a trained bitch, choking as he tried to stuff it down his throat, his jaw creaking while Kadir rammed it in deep. “Suck it, you worthless cunt,” he roared, grabbing Youssef’s hair and skull-fucking him so hard the twink’s nose smashed into his sweaty, hairy crotch. Spit and snot sprayed, soaking Youssef’s face, but the little slut moaned like a pig in a slaughterhouse, slurping and gagging on that filthy dick.
Kadir didn’t ease up—he gripped the twink’s head with both hands and pounded his face like a jackhammer, his balls slapping Youssef’s chin with wet, meaty thuds. “You love choking on this arab gay cock, don’t you, ya piece of shit?” he spat, watching Youssef’s eyes roll back as his throat bulged and stretched. The twink’s hands clawed at Kadir’s thighs, gasping for air, but the alpha didn’t give a fuck—he kept ramming, turning that mouth into a sloppy, drooling wreck until he yanked out, leaving Youssef coughing up spit and precum like a broken faucet.
Tearing the Hole to Shreds
Kadir wasn’t done—he hauled Youssef up, bent him over a pile of rotting crates, and spat a thick, yellow glob onto that virgin asshole. “Time to get your fucking guts ripped apart, ya arab gay cumdump,” he sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one savage thrust. Youssef screamed like a gutted animal, his hole tearing open, blood and spit mixing as Kadir laughed and started pounding. The crates shook, wood splintering, as he fucked that ass so hard it sounded like a butcher hacking up a carcass.
The twink’s legs wobbled, his body jerking with every brutal thrust, but Kadir didn’t slow down. He grabbed Youssef’s hips, nails gouging flesh, and drilled so deep the kid’s guts shifted. “Beg for it, you fucking slut—scream for my dick,” he roared, smacking Youssef’s ass until it was raw and bruised. “Please, fuck me, destroy my hole!” Youssef sobbed, his voice cracking as his pathetic dick leaked precum onto the dirt. Kadir grinned, loving the power, knowing he could break this arab gay bitch and leave him a whimpering, cum-soaked shell.
Fucking Like Rabid Beasts
Sweat poured off Kadir’s hairy back, soaking his shirt as he jackhammered Youssef’s ass into a gaping, sloppy mess. His balls slapped the twink’s thighs, heavy and wet, while Youssef clawed at the crates, drooling and wailing like a brain-dead fucktoy. “You love this arab gay cock shredding your shithole, huh, ya filthy pig?” Kadir taunted, yanking Youssef’s head back and slamming in so hard the twink’s prostate turned to pulp. “Yes, fuck, ruin me!” Youssef howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around the alpha’s dick.
Kadir flipped the slut onto his back on the crates, spreading those skinny legs wide like a souk whore. “Look at me while I gut your fucking hole,” he spat, plunging back in with a nasty squelch, his cock sliding through a mess of spit, blood, and ass-juice. Youssef’s eyes rolled back, his mouth gaping as Kadir fucked him senseless, the crates creaking and cracking under the force. The alley stank of sweat, shit, and raw sex—a perfect playground for a savage like Kadir to claim his prey.
Unloading a Filthy Flood
The pace turned feral—Kadir’s hairy ass clenched, his cock pulsing as he chased his load. Youssef was a babbling, cum-drunk wreck, clawing at Kadir’s chest, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, Daddy, breed my guts!” That broke him—Kadir roared like a goddamn bull, slamming in so hard Youssef’s hips cracked, and unleashed a torrent of thick, stinking cum straight into that wrecked hole. Rope after rope blasted out, overflowing and dripping down the twink’s thighs as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his belly.
Kadir yanked out with a wet, sloppy pop, his cock dripping cum, blood, and filth. He spat a fat glob onto Youssef’s fucked-out face and smirked. “Good little bitch. Next time, I’m bringing my crew to gangfuck your worthless cunt ’til you bleed out.” He strutted off, leaving the twink twitching on the crates, ass leaking like a busted pipe, mind shattered from the brutal pounding.
The Alpha’s Reign of Ruin
The souk buzzed with the tale. Every arab gay slut in Marrakech was jerking off to Kadir’s name, swapping stories of his savage fucks and that donkey-dick that turned tight holes into dripping craters. He didn’t give a fuck—he kept hunting, a predator in a city too chickenshit to cage him. Youssef couldn’t walk for a week, hobbling through the medina with a ruined ass, beating his meat to the memory of being split open like a cheap whore.
Kadir was already on the prowl again. He’d fucked half the twinks in Morocco, but his hunger was endless—every dark alley, every stinking corner was a chance to claim another hole. He’d piss on the laws, spit on the pious bastards, and keep ramming his way through the arab gay underworld, a filthy, unstoppable alpha leaving a trail of wrecked, cum-soaked asses in his wake.
