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The Scorching Slums of Cairo
Badr was a fucking beast tearing through the grimy, sun-baked slums of Cairo like a goddamn plague of cock and rage. This Egyptian arab gay alpha was a mountain of a man—six-foot-four, shoulders like a bull, a chest covered in a thick mat of black hair, and a beard so coarse it could sand down stone. At 36, he’d fucked his way through every filthy hole in the city, his dick a monstrous ten-inch slab of veiny meat that left asses bleeding and throats wrecked. His dark, sweat-soaked skin glistened under the relentless sun, and those wild, bloodshot eyes screamed he’d fuck you to death and laugh while doing it.
Tonight, his balls were heavy, throbbing with a load ready to flood some poor bastard. The air was thick with the stench of falafel grease, donkey shit, and desperation as he prowled a trash-strewn alley near the Nile—the kind of shithole where arab gay sluts got their holes smashed behind rusted shacks. Badr didn’t give a fuck about the cops or the religious nuts who’d string him up—he was untouchable, a king of filth. His torn black tee clung to his sweaty pecs, and his jeans sagged under a bulge that swung like a fucking sledgehammer.
The Twink Prey in the Dust
That’s when he saw him—Hassan, a scrawny little arab gay bitch, barely 19, slouched against a wall like a street rat begging for cock. Smooth as a baby’s ass, with big, scared eyes and lips made for gagging, he was a prime target for a predator like Badr. The alpha’s dick pulsed, leaking a thick glob of precum into his pants. “Oi, ya little cumrag,” he growled, voice dripping with venom. “You here to get your ass ripped open, or you just jerking off in the dirt?”
Hassan mumbled some bullshit excuse, his face turning red, but Badr wasn’t in the mood for lies. He stomped over, grabbed the twink’s throat with a meaty paw, and snarled, “Don’t fucking play with me, ya arab gay pig—I can smell your needy hole from here.” Hassan’s tiny prick was already hard, a wet stain spreading in his cheap shorts. Badr didn’t wait—he dragged the slut behind a pile of garbage, slammed him face-first into the wall, and tore those shorts off, exposing a tight, quivering asshole begging to be fucking demolished.
Choking on Alpha Cock
“Knees, now, you cock-sucking mutt,” Badr barked, ripping his jeans open. His cock sprang free—a ten-inch arab gay monster, thick as a wrist, veins bulging, and dripping with rancid precum. Hassan dropped like a trained whore, gagging as he tried to cram it in his mouth, his jaw popping while Badr rammed it down his throat. “Suck it, you worthless cunt,” he roared, grabbing Hassan’s hair and skull-fucking him so hard the twink’s nose smashed into his sweaty, hairy bush. Spit and snot sprayed, soaking Hassan’s face, but the little slut moaned like a pig in heat, slurping and choking on that filthy meat.
Badr didn’t let up—he gripped the twink’s head and pounded his face like a cheap toy, his balls slapping Hassan’s chin with wet, nasty smacks. “You love choking on this arab gay dick, don’t you, ya piece of trash?” he spat, watching Hassan’s eyes roll back as his throat stretched and bulged. The twink’s hands flailed, clawing at Badr’s thighs, but the alpha didn’t care—he kept ramming, turning that mouth into a sloppy, drooling mess until he yanked out, leaving Hassan hacking up spit and precum like a drowned dog.
Ripping the Asshole Raw
Badr wasn’t done—he hauled Hassan up, bent him over a stack of rotting tires, and spat a thick, yellow gob onto that virgin asshole. “Time to get your fucking guts shredded, ya arab gay cumdump,” he sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one brutal thrust. Hassan screamed like a butchered goat, his hole tearing open, blood trickling down his thighs as Badr laughed and started pounding. The tires wobbled, rubber creaking, as he fucked that ass so hard it sounded like a slaughterhouse in full swing.
The twink’s legs shook, his body jerking with every savage thrust, but Badr didn’t slow down. He grabbed Hassan’s hips, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood, and drilled so hard the kid’s guts shifted. “Beg for it, you fucking slut—scream for my cock,” he roared, smacking Hassan’s ass until it was raw and purple. “Please, fuck me, destroy me!” Hassan sobbed, his voice breaking as his pathetic dick sprayed precum onto the dirt. Badr grinned, loving how he could break this arab gay bitch and leave him a whimpering, cum-soaked wreck.
Fucking Like Desert Animals
Sweat poured off Badr’s hairy back, soaking his shirt as he jackhammered Hassan’s ass into a gaping, sloppy crater. His balls slapped the twink’s thighs, heavy and wet, while Hassan clawed at the tires, drooling and wailing like a brain-dead fucktoy. “You love this arab gay cock ripping your shithole, huh, ya filthy pig?” Badr taunted, yanking Hassan’s head back and slamming in so hard the twink’s prostate turned to mush. “Yes, fuck, wreck me!” Hassan howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around the alpha’s dick.
Badr flipped the slut onto his back on the tires, spreading those skinny legs wide like a Cairo 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. Hassan’s eyes rolled back, his mouth gaping as Badr fucked him senseless, the tires groaning under the force. The alley stank of sweat, shit, and raw sex—a perfect hunting ground for a savage like Badr to claim his prey.
Blowing a Nasty Load
The pace turned rabid—Badr’s hairy ass clenched, his cock throbbing as he chased his nut. Hassan was a babbling, cum-drunk mess, clawing at Badr’s chest, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, Daddy, breed my guts!” That snapped it—Badr roared like a goddamn beast, slamming in so hard Hassan’s hips cracked, and unleashed a flood of thick, stinking cum straight into that wrecked hole. Rope after rope blasted out, overflowing and oozing down the twink’s thighs as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his belly.
Badr yanked out with a wet, sloppy pop, his cock dripping cum, blood, and filth. He spat a fat glob onto Hassan’s fucked-out face and smirked. “Good little bitch. Next time, I’m bringing my boys to gangfuck your worthless cunt ’til you’re a corpse.” He strutted off, leaving the twink twitching in the dirt, ass leaking like a sewer, mind shattered from the brutal pounding.
The Alpha’s Reign of Chaos
The slums buzzed with the tale. Every arab gay slut in Cairo was jerking off to Badr’s name, swapping stories of his savage fucks and that horse-cock that turned tight holes into dripping wrecks. He didn’t give a fuck—he kept hunting, a arab gay god in a city too scared to chain him. Hassan couldn’t walk for days, limping through the slums with a ruined ass, beating his meat to the memory of being split open like a cheap whore.
Badr was already on the prowl again. He’d fucked half the twinks in Egypt, 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.
