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Ali was known across Algiers for his dominance. Tall, muscular, and radiating authority, he had a reputation: no Arab gay boy left his place without knowing his role.
Tonight, he had a new guest. A young, fresh-faced Arab gay guy, barely twenty, eager to please but nervous. Ali sat back on his leather chair, legs spread wide, watching the boy kneel before him.
“Show me what you can do,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding.
The boy swallowed hard before lowering his head, hands trembling as he unzipped Ali’s pants. The massive length sprang free, throbbing, ready to break him in. Ali smirked, gripping the boy’s head, guiding him down.
“You’ll learn to serve properly,” he growled. “And by the time I’m done, you’ll beg for more.”
The night was long, filled with moans, rough orders, and deep, guttural grunts. By dawn, Ali had molded another Arab gay submissive, just the way he liked them.
