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Ryan had heard about these nights, whispered among Arab gay circles in Paris, but he never thought he’d find himself here—inside the notorious depot, surrounded by Arab gay men, their eyes dark with hunger.
He could barely take a breath before rough hands grabbed his hips, pushing him deeper into the dimly lit maze. Arab studs pressed against him from every direction, their cologne mixed with the raw scent of arousal.
“On your knees, khoya,” a deep voice commanded.
Ryan dropped without hesitation. The heat, the tension—it was overwhelming. In front of him, Arab gay cocks throbbed with need, thick and dripping, waiting for his mouth.
One of the bearded men grabbed Ryan’s jaw, forcing him open. His lips stretched around the first Arab gay shaft, his throat immediately tested by the forceful thrusts. Another pair of hands grabbed his head, shoving him deeper.
“Take it all, ya ouled.”
He had no choice. He was here to be used. His throat was raw, his jaw ached, but the feeling of being at the center of this Arab gay gangbang only made him harder.
He was passed from one stud to the next, their hands gripping his hair, guiding him, controlling him. Each man was rougher than the last, groaning in Arabic as they took their pleasure.
Someone yanked his jeans down, exposing his ass to the crowd. Warm spit dripped between his cheeks, fingers spreading him open. He gasped around the thick length in his mouth, his body trembling in anticipation.
“You’re ready for us, aren’t you, Arab boy?”
Ryan moaned, nodding as the first Arab gay top positioned himself behind him. His body shuddered as he was taken, filled completely, stretched open with no mercy. The others watched, stroking themselves, waiting their turn.
He was flipped, bent, held down—taken again and again. His moans mixed with the sound of bodies colliding, deep groans and filthy Arabic words whispered in his ear.
By the time the last Arab gay stud finished with him, Ryan was wrecked, his body shaking from the intensity. His knees buckled, his lips swollen, his ass sore.
But as he looked up, still panting, another hard, dripping Arab gay cock was waiting for him.
The night was far from over.
