Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2023 11:24:45 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Sultanate of Rum chapter 1 (historical, sf-fantasy)

      This series is within the same universe and saga as in my other
stories, Kingdom of Francia. While Francia is set on the western side of
the world, the Sultanate of Rum tells the story within the border of the
Caliphate, from their perspective. The story happens at the same time as
the one in Francia.

      This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This
homoerotica sets in a fantasy world similar to the real world Dark Ages. It
wasn't heavily fantastical, meaning that I don't have any plan to include
dragons, etc. yet. The story is purely a creation from the author's
imagination and did not depict the author's moral values nor does it try to
promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark
age, there would be a lot of themes that might be unsuitable for certain
people, such as relationship with minors, domination, slavery, and many
other things that the author haven't envisioned. This work, by no means,
aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't
historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for
plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable,
please do not hesitate to leave. Last but not least, please donate to
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Characters List:

Zain ibn Abdul: 5" cut. Berber-Bedouin. Mid-twenties. A handsome man with a
black short wooly-haired man with brown skin and a charming personality. He
filled out his thick body well, and he was muscular. He had a wide waist
and less defined abs, but his thighs were as thick as his meaty ass. he had
shaved beard and a light thin mustache. He was hairy except on phat ass. He
was the Caliph's confidante and advisor, and Abdul's Third son.

Jamal ibn Hamza: 7" cut. Palestinian. Mid-twenties. Zain's companion. An
extremely handsome man. He was fair-skinned, buffed, and tall. He had black
shaved hair and shaved beard. the black hair was much more prominent on his
huge pecs, big arms, thick thighs, even around his constantly hard titties,
but only a light dusting on his ass.

Karim ibn Abdul: 2" cut. Bedouin. Mid-thirties. Abdul's eldest son. Emir of
Jeddah. He was a fair man with a thick mustache. He was a towering man
built like a brick with huge muscles. He was a chip off Abdul's body and
personality. He wasn't blessed on the brain, but he was generally
kind-hearted and dull.

Basir ibn Abdul: 2" cut. Persian-Bedouin. Early-thirties. Abdul's second
son. He had a handsome yet intimidating face. He had a shaved beard and
mustache. His hair was short and black. His body was naturally toned, and
his brain was as big as his brawn. He was sent to Baghdad to study but went
missing.

Arshak ibn Abdul: 10" cut. Hindi. Early-twenties. Abdul's youngest son. A
brown-skinned young man with the biggest dick among his siblings. He was
handsome and was the clown of the family. Unlike his brothers who had short
hair, he let his hair grow a bit longer, which he swept back. He was also
smooth all around. He was also slim, unlike his muscular brother. His
clear, or unclear, heritage made him discriminated against by his peers.
Abdul was fervent about Arshak being his own son.

Hazim ibn Hamza: 8" cut with a pair of huge balls. Bedouin. Mid-forties.
The Caliph.  He was a towering slender man with huge muscles. His face was
rough with a hint of handsomeness like your typical dom daddy. He had a
full bushy black beard and neatly swept-back hair, and his body was covered
in fur. His ass and thighs were big not from fat, but from pure muscle.

Ahmed ibn Hazim: 7" cut. Bedouin. Mid-thirties. Hazim's eldest son and the
heir to the Caliphate. Hazim's pride and renowned general. He was a
handsome man and he had more lump of muscle on his body than his father
albeit shorter. He had short curly hair, but his face was clean-shaven. He
was also lacking in the body hair department, but he made it up with a
forest full of pubes, his only source of masculinity. Unlike his father's
pure muscle ass, his ass was pure huge cushioning of fat supported by
muscular thighs. It was second only to Zain's dump truck.

Abbas ibn Hazim: 8" cut, slightly longer than Hazim's but thicker.
Berber-Bedouin. Mid-thirties. Hazim's second son. He had a toned tanned
body with curly black hair on top of his quite handsome, yet intimidating
face. His face only had a solemn and strict expression that made him
unapproachable. Despite his shaved beard that actually never grow past the
shaved length, he didn't have much hair everywhere else, including his
pubes.

Pasha ibn Hazim: 7" cut, longer than Ahmed, but thinner. Armenian-Bedouin.
Early-thirties. Hazim's third son and known as the most handsome. His face
was like a marble sculpted by God himself, and even his cock was
beautiful. He had short swept-back black hair and two beautiful eyes. His
beard was shaved short on his sharp jaw and thin lips. He was a
slender-toned man and was coated in soft fur everywhere. His hair was black
and short, and his beard was shaven short as well. He had a short mustache.
His ass and even his crack were hairy.

Aziz ibn Hazim: 2" cut. Bedouin. Late-twenties Hazim's fourth son. He had a
black buzz cut for his hair. Besides that, he had a short-shaved beard and
a mustache like most of his brothers. He had a big build like Ahmad, but
slightly smaller. He was coated in thick fur on his abs, pubes, legs, and
even arms. Yet, with all of these masculine features, he was the meekest
among his siblings.

Faiz ibn Hazim & Fayez ibn Hazim: 7" cut, bigger than Ahmed and Pasha.
Bedouin. Mid-twenties. Hazim's fifth and sixth sons. The twins. They were a
man split in two; both had the same body and the same personality. Both of
them had crew-cut curly hair and five o'clock shadows. They inherited
Hazim's slender build, but not the muscle. They were still slightly toned.
They were the troublemakers of the siblings.

Yousef ibn Hazim: 8" cut, bigger than Hazim but smaller than Abbas.
Bedouin-Italian. Early-twenties. Hazim's seventh son. He had the whitest
skin among his siblings thanks to his mother's Italian descent which made
him look more like Andalusian than Bedouin. He was slender but extremely
toned. His abs and pecs were even more defined than Ahmed's. The veins that
trailed all over his body made him look both manly and lascivious despite
the lack of body hair. Even his pubes only had a dusting of hair, but he
made up for the lack of hair with a tattoo of his name there.

Halim ibn Hazim: 6" cut. Bedouin. Late teen. Bedouin. Hazim's eighth son
and his jewel. He was the most beautiful out of the siblings. He had an
eye-length curly hair that he kept that long and a pair of beautiful
eyes. His face was soft which coupled well with his cheerful attitude. His
lips were lascivious which made him look like a siren. He was naturally
toned. His ass was pert and bubbly.

Sami ibn Hamza: 7" cut. Bedouin. Early-forties. Hazim's brother and Sultan
of Tunis. He wasn't as handsome as he used to be, but you could see the
trace of his early days. He was a quiet man who focused more on his study
and spiritual matters. For that spiritual reason, he shaved his head bald
and grew his beard. He built many schools, including the famous University
of Kairwan, and was a scholar at heart.  Made no mistake, he was as
muscular as Hazim, albeit way shorter. He was very loyal to Hazim.

Tammam ibn Malik: 7" cut. Andalusian. Late- forties. Hazim's cousin and
Sultan of Andalusia. Despite his age, he was still a silver fox, handsome
and mature. He was not huge or hunky, but he was still muscular. He would
be a twunk if he looked younger. He was also very shrewd.

Ghafari ibn Arad: 5" cut. Persian. Mid-Twenties. Sultan of Persia. He was a
handsome twunk. He did look mature with his short black beard and olive
skin. He had thick eyebrows that made him look intimidating instead of
ugly. As if the man's eyes weren't intimidating enough. He dressed well and
wore a little makeup, which made him look well-groomed instead of feminine.

Sekhem ibn Rahil: 9" uncut. Egyptian. Mid-twenties. Sultan of Egypt. He was
a very handsome man, and his beauty was both feminine and masculine. He has
a sharp jaw, full cheeks, and enchanting eyes. His face was clean-shaven,
and his lips were luscious red. His light brown body wasn't overtly
muscular with his thinner frame, but he was keeping himself in shape as
well. He had a nice pair of protruding nipples on well-shaped manboobs and
a v-shaped waist. To top it off, he also had a voluptuous ass.

Ghaz: 12" uncut. Nubian. Late-twenties. Sekhem's slave. He was an ebony
adonis, with thick lips and short hair. Although his body was lean, it was
still filled with well-defined muscle. He had huge pecs that lead down to
his small waist with a nice v-shape. His eight-packs were shredded nicely,
and his bubble butt was the cherry on top.

Zakar: 9" uncut. Nubian. Late teen. Aziz's man-wife. He was a handsome man
with luscious full thick lips. He had a well-defined body and a thick
bubble ass. He was shaved smooth except for his pubes. Although his body
was muscular, he did have a feminine flair in the way he carried himself.

Jafar ibn Aden: 4" cut. Yemeni. Mid-twenties. A noble and Zain's college
friend. He had a fair-skin and black hair. He was a handsome young man with
shaved stubble with a dusting of mustache. He inherited his father's wealth
who died as a war hero, and quickly rose to the rank. His body was a little
bit thick, not with fat, but with muscle which made it look toned. His
muscle ass was small and tight, but nicely pert.

Amir: 6" cut. Bedouin. Late teen. A lowborn and Hazim's champion. He had a
smaller build, but a little thicker. He was a handsome man with a full
short beard on the jawline that extended in a line in the middle of his
chin, just below the lower lip. His thin full mustache didn't connect
completely to the beard. He had crew-cut black hair with a hairy body. His
well-shaped pecs and well-defined abs were covered in fuzzy hair making a
nice v shape to his upper body, accentuating his treasure trails. His ass
was tight and small.

The "Han": 3" Uncut. Han. Early-twenties. He was short and his short hair
was spiky. He had high cheekbones and dimples with thin pink lips. His eyes
and nose were small. His body was lean and small, but he was slightly
toned. His milky white body was completely smooth except for his pubes. It
was said he ran away to the West.

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      	It was in the evening when Zain arrived in the Caliph's manor in
Antakiya along with his companion after a long journey from the north,
after winning the war with the Eastern Latin Empire, taking a massive land
in Anatolia. He had arrived from conquering Capadoccia, taking Trebizond
himself, while the Caliph took Cyprus and Cilicia. It was Zain's first
major battle that he was the commander of and he was more than ecstatic.
Granted, it was obviously because the Eastern Empire's main forces were
facing the Caliph's own at the battle of Alaiye

       It wasn't like the Caliph to suddenly call everyone for his
celebratory feast, he wasn't much of a party and diplomatic guy, but Zain
was glad the Caliph decided to placate his vassals this time.

       He was a restless man, Caliph Hazim ibn Kashir, descended from the
prophet through the Umayyad clan, his entire reign was filled mostly by
campaigning the conquered land, crushing rebellions, or going to war
against the heathen. It wasn't hard to imagine after such long years of
constant wars with little to no rest, along with the Caliph's personality
which was stubborn and hard to deal with, the vassals began grunting in
dissatisfaction. There was only so much they could vent since the Caliph's
Iron Fists came crashing down at anyone who dared to question his decision.
He was a man with an iron fist, a name he got for the number of punishments
he dished for those disloyal vassals. His favorite, which earned him the
name more than anything else, was spanking the vassals' bare bottoms
regardless of where they were or who was watching. If he wanted to make a
show for it, he would lock them in stock in a town square before spanking
them in public. He used his hands beating their asses until the skin turned
red and bruised. This was hardly a punishment, according to him, more like
a light disciplinary action that should've been given by their father,
something that Hazim used to justify spanking the father as well if he felt
like it. His harder punishment would be seizing the assets and selling the
now penniless vassals into slavery or his personal harem. The hardest one
would be disgracing the vassals and marking them as public slaves, the
lowest rank a slave could get. They work for free for everyone and without
a chance of freedom.

       However, if the Caliph liked the vassal, he doted on them like they
were his own children. Zain was one of his favorite vassals, well, knights
for now. He was still stubborn, but he trusted Zain's counsel more than his
own counselors. He showered him with gifts and glory. Zain was one of the
few people the Caliph entrusted to give him counsel, and in war, Zain had
his spot in the war council meeting, even if he rarely gave advice. War was
not his expertise. The fact that Hazim was a friend of his father and held
great reverence for him helped Zain to maintain his spot within Hazim's
grace. Even during the war for Anatolia, he attributed a lot of the glory
to Zain, much to the man's dismay.

       Zain was more aware of the diplomacy and intrigue that the Caliph
often ignored and he knew the Caliph's favoritism would only boil down to
jealousy and in-fighting between the vassals, something that he hoped they
could avoid. Having the entire court breathing down your neck was not a
pleasant thing, especially when the Caliph constantly antagonized the
heathens. It wasn't about whether or not the Christian world was going to
strike back, it was when.

       Although this feast was supposed to be placating the vassals, Zain
held no illusion that the announcement the Caliph made later will be to
everybody's liking. He only wished he didn't have to be at the center of
the rift.

       A young Greek slave greeted him in fear, clearly one of the captured
prisoners turned slave, and took his camel away to the stable.

       "I hope we are not late to the party," said his companion, Jamal. He
was a fair skin, buffed, and tall man. He was as old as Zain, in their
mid-twenties. He was a handsome man, with black shaved hair under his
shemagh, and shaved beard. the black hair was much more prominent on his
huge pecs, big arms, thick thighs, even around his constantly hard titties,
but only a light dusting on his ass. Like his name, he was handsome and
would've gotten a lot of ass if he wasn't so devoted to Zain as a
companion, in the sense that he'd only have sex if Zain was also a
participant. Sadly, Zain wasn't interested in a threesome... at the time.

       Jamal wasn't a chaste man, mind you. He would appreciate a good ass
when one pass by, but not so much that it would hinder him from serving
Zain.

       "I think we arrived just on time."

       Zain himself wasn't a bad-looking man either. He had brown skin
under his woolly short black hair, thanks to his mother's Maghrebi
descent. Like Jamal, he had shaved beard and a light thin mustache. He was
hairy except on his muscular body and ass. He was as muscular as Jamal,
with a wider waist and less defined abs. His thighs were as thick as his
meaty ass.

       "You're late!" They heard a familiar voice shout at them as the
person rushed towards them.

       The young man was barely twenty, with long curly hair and a cute
smile. He was slightly toned and tall but still shorter than Jamal. He was
cheerful in all manner and form, even his body screamed happiness and joy,
thanks to the pampering his father gave him. His long robe, thobe, was
hiding nothing from the eyes.  His upper body was almost see-through,
including his protruding nipples. It was slightly less visible below the
waist, but a little bit of light would reveal a smooth bare ass and a
pubeless soft cock.

       The figure pounced on Zain with a bear hug which Zain returned with
the same enthusiasm and intimacy.

       "Long time no see, Halim." Jamal said as he smacked each of Halim's
bottom cheeks one by one. "Clearly dress to impress, I see." He continued
as he nudged Zain with his elbow.

       "Shut up, Jamal." The younger man replied punching Jamal right on
the balls making Zain laugh.

       If that was said by another boy, Jamal would've spanked the boy
until the bottom was red and raw before smashing the crotch with his sword
hilt, and the kid would be waking up in a den full of sex-hungry soldiers
in the morning with ass shitting cum for weeks. Too bad the kid was the
Caliph's son, favorite son at that, so he couldn't do anything except grab
his babymakers. It was also because he liked Halim a bit, but mostly
because of the father.

       Nobody would've guessed Halim was Hazm's son, the difference between
them and Hazim's other sons was as clear as night and day. Halim took more
of his mother's delicateness than his father's roughness.

       Hazim was a huge man in his mid-forties with a very toned body with
muscles bigger than Jamal or Zain, but his height made him look slender
instead of muscle brick. His face was rough with a hint of handsomeness in
it like your typical dom daddy. He has a full bushy black beard and neatly
swept-back hair, and his body was covered in fur. His cock was 8" with a
pair of big balls. His ass and thighs were big not from fat, but from
muscle.

       You would think Hazim would hate and be tough on his feminine son
like he did to his other sons, but instead, he doted on Halim so much that
he let Halim wear all manners of scandalous clothing and spanked anyone who
dare to say a word before sending them to a whorehouse to work. Hazim
listened to everything Halim said, when he was mad, a word from Halim would
calm him down. This meant that anyone who got into Halim would get Hazim as
well.

       Just a few years back, a Han man came to the court and impressed
Halim, and later, Hazim. The man got so much sway that on Halim 18's
birthday, to which every vassal was invited, he managed to make Halim
convince his big muscular father to be the belly dancer for the birthday
entertainment. The Caliph wore nothing but the scandalous dress that Hindi
women often wore for their dances, the same women he called sluts and
whores, and nothing but golden translucent silk wrapped around his waist
under his balls as his huge cock, that he needed to maintain hard as it
flopped around when he danced. He obediently danced around as sensually as
possible and let everyone touch him. The vassals who had tasted the
Caliph's iron fist on their ass decided to use that opportunity to get some
revenge by spanking Hazim's ass as hard as they can when he passed by, some
even tried to hit his balls from behind. Some succeeded, which made Hazim
crouch in surprise, but got back on his feet dutifully. He wasn't about to
ruin his son's important 18th birthday after all, which wasn't as important
before the Han man convinced Halim that it was important.

       Hazim was also known to be possessive of his harem, but on that day,
he made his harem available for everyone including the women. The guest was
even allowed to cum inside his wives' womb because the Han, who was a
physician, said he had given them medication to prevent pregnancy. Zain
wasn't sure about the medication, but there was another reason why Hazim's
wives couldn't get pregnant at that time.

       Halim was also interested in the "Ox" animal that the Han often told
him about, so on that day, Hazim became an ox for his son. Halim would ride
on Hazim's back as the Han, and other guests guided the human ox around.
Apparently, to guide an ox, you had to stick your fingers up your ass as
deep as you can and then hooked the same fingers on the ox's nose. As if
that wasn't enough, apparently, there was also a famous game where the ox's
asshole also became the shooting range for the guests' spit contest.
Because Hazim was too busy crawling on all four, Halim was the one who had
to spread open his father's asscheek for the guest to spit on it as they
pass by.

       There was no penetration of any sort, but he acted like a real slut
as per Halim's request, which was influenced by the Han man. He walked
around dancing while the guests slapped his ass as he passed by and when
the Han man told him to entertain a man or group of people, he'd sauntered
his way there, grinding his ass on the man's hardening cock while hands
roamed around his body, pinching his nipples, slapping his cock, and
spanking his ass. That was one of the most humiliating nights for the
Caliph, but nobody dared to breathe a word about it after. Once a man dared
to even whisper it, Hazim made him dance with his family in a town square
before parading them into a whorehouse, their new home.

       There were many more humiliating things that the Han made Hazim do
behind the closed door, such as suckling on his son's recovered circumcised
cock until it was fully "recovered" or basking on his balcony facing the
road, naked, legs to shoulder, asshole to the sun.

       It was a public secret that the Caliph was cucked by the Han as
well. The reason why it became widely known was because of Hazim's own
hubris. He loved to hold public announcements when his sons were about to
be born because it was always a son, a sign of his masculinity and
virility. The public announcement meant the wives gave birth as they were
watched by a lot of people who were forced to attend and look at them while
the baby was about to be born.

       it was a special occasion as well since all 12 of his wives were in
labor, along with his 18 daughters-in-law; 5 from his first son, 5 from his
second son, 3 from his third son, 1 from his fourth son, and 4 from his
twin sons. He rarely had two wives give birth together, let alone all 12 of
his wives and 18 of his daughters-in-law.

       That day, they gave birth to in total of 20 sons for the Caliph,
adding to his original 8. Hazim also had this tradition of having his
people greet his new babies. Following the Han's advice, Hazim assigned
each baby a pair of guards, one to guard them while the other would feed
the baby their mother's milk. As the babies were lined up on a row of
guarded cradles, Hazim had the attendees form a queue to greet his new
babies. It was then everyone realized the babies didn't look like their
Caliph at all. Instead, they looked like a certain Han man that had been by
the Caliph's side for a year, who was missing on that day. It was certain
that the Han man had added more than doubled the size of the Caliph's brood
to the household in a single day. Hazim didn't realize this until later
that night, the Han had forbidden him, and his sons, to see his newly born
babies. He and the rest of his sons were busy feeding the guards his wives'
milk after all since men weren't allowed to touch women to who they weren't
married. So, Hazim had to be the one milking his wives' breasts to pump the
milk into the guards' mouths which later was fed to his babies. Once the
babies were fed, he donated the milk to beggars as well as wimpy men from
the attendees. He berated those wimpy men as they feasted on his wives'
breasts.

       He also had 20 new grandsons with questionable heritage. The
succession was questioned since Ahmed, Halim's heir and first son, didn't
have a child even though he had 5 wives. The 5 sons of the questionable
heritage, therefore, would be the heir to the Caliphate after Ahmed.

       To say he was enraged after being publicly humiliated was an
understatement. He destroyed the man's room and burned everything related
to him. However, he relented when he saw Halim was devastated by his
actions. It seemed he was more upset that Halim locked himself away sulking
believing his dad had banished the Han.

       Zain often wondered, if the Han knew the great sway he held over
Halim, would he have stayed and continued humiliating Hazim and degrading
him even further? Or maybe he did know, the letter Halim got from the man,
ordering Halim to convince Hazim to accept the cuck babies as his and even
ensure their inheritance, seemed to suggest so. Halim loved his
half-brothers who were now almost 2 years old, and played with them
often. He'd forced his father to play with them as well when he was at
home, and once he realized his brothers loved to play on Hazim's naked
body, pulling his body hair and balls, he made sure Hazim was naked all the
time in their nursery. Halim even made his father spread his asscheeks open
and made his asshole reachable whenever the toddlers want to stick their
fingers inside there. He also had his father open his mouth to be the
toddlers' temporary chamberpot and be their naked camel to ride across the
palace. Perhaps the way his little brothers played was also written in that
letter the Han gave Halim.

       Maybe the man felt his conquest had been fulfilled so he went on
another adventure, trying to cuck more kings or even emperors of the Latin
empire. It was a shame that Hazim's first grandson from his seventh son was
of Bedouin descent and not Han. A wasted opportunity in Zain's humble
opinion since the man already gave Hazim 29 grandsons to Hazim; 5 to the
first son, 5 to the second son, 5 to the third son, 8 to the fourth son
(yes, the lady gave birth to quadruplets), and the first of the twin son,
Hazim's fifth son, got 3 Han babies, while the other twin got 6. Another
grandson would make it a perfect 30, but alas.

       Zain was brought back to the present when he felt Halim's hand
unintentionally brush against his hardening cock. When their eyes met,
Halim blushed while Zain just smiled in return. He did let his hand
casually cupping Halim's bubbly butt.

       "Shall we go inside?" Zain said.

       "Not with that dress, you're not. You wear that for traveling, it's
all dusty!" Halim replied.

       "I don't think your father wants us to be late for his
announcement."

       "I can deal with Father, but I can't deal with you embarrassing me
by appearing in that sweaty attire."

       "Me? Embarrassing you?"

       "Not like you mind the sweat." Jamal chimed in.

       Halim rolled his eyes, "You know what I meant. C'mere." He said as
he pulled both Jamal and Zain into the palace. He pulled them to a room
dedicated to Halim's wardrobe for guests, he had a separate wardrobe room
for himself. He quickly snatched the same translucent cloth that he wore
from the dressers and handed it to them.

       They knew Halim wouldn't take no for an answer, so they didn't
bother and just changed, right in front of him, facing away. They didn't
try to hide anything mind you, it was just a reflex. Halim did enjoy
himself and stared at both of them, though he clearly had a preference,
which didn't go unnoticed by Jamal.

       Jamal walked in front of Zain, hugged him, and then reached down to
jiggle Zain's big fat jiggly ass at Halim. "You better take everything in
because you might not see it for another month or year."

       Halim smirked and mumbled, "I wouldn't count on that."

       "What do you mean?"

       "Hurry up, Father is waiting," Halim said pulling both of them
straight to the dining hall when Zain had worn his thobe and let Jamal wear
his on the way. It was his fault for joking around too much, quipped back
when Jamal protested.

       The room was huge. A huge chandelier hung down from the ceiling as
the main source of light for the numerous long tables and chairs, which
were already filled with guests. On center at each side of the room were
platforms where the newly captured beautiful slaves, all young men, were
told to squat around the edges showcasing their assholes, or soon-to-be
cunts, as the nobles loved to call them. Even more naked servants, also
newly captured slaves who were mostly Greek soldiers and commanders who
didn't cut to be on the platform, ran around cleaning the mess that the
nobles made and serving the guests with drinks and food. All of them had
their balls tattooed with the word "Glory to God", and although permanently
harming the slaves was forbidden, slapping their asses as they passed by or
pulling them down for a spanking session until it was red was okay.

       It was the slaves on the platforms that were forbidden to be touched
though they could still reach their noses in to smell the fresh cunts or,
if they prefer, the musky ones. The sex slaves showcased in such events
were usually only the best, which meant youthful, baby-smooth from the neck
down, and cunts that smelled like flowers. However, the Caliph's taste had
shifted a little bit after, well, the Han, and they began serving more
musky and sweaty cunts at feasts, especially those that the Caliph
attended. Many scholars and poets welcomed this change which could be seen
by the increase in the number of poems about musky cunts being published.
The more open-minded scholars tried to stretch the boundary even more by
including muscly cunts and adult cunts in the poem while they shoved their
noses up their apprentice's butt.

       The naked servants, on the other hand, were fair games for
everyone. They didn't fuck in public, that would be uncouth and
inappropriate, but kissing, nursing on their nipples, and eating their
asses were allowed, even beating as long as it didn't give permanent
harm. If they wanted to fuck, there were rooms divided by velvet curtains
on each side of the room for them to gather, rest, and fuck together. But
in the meantime, they were stuck at the dining table since the dinner
hadn't even started.

       When the three of them arrived, the rest of the guests stared and
gave them the look. The announcement hadn't even been announced and Zain
had already sour his relationship.

       Seating at the table, Zain could see the Caliphs and all of his 8
sons were wearing the same translucent cloth that the three wore. It was
obvious to him that Halim was the one who decided the dress code. Although
some of the sons were clearly unhappy with their outfits, they knew better
than to complain to their father. That being said, Ahmad was dutifully
waiting at the seat beside his father's, as expected.

       In his mid-thirties, Ahmad was a handsome man, Hazim's firstborn and
heir, and he had more lump of muscle on his body than his father albeit
shorter. His face was clean-shaven, which was weird for a Bedouin man and
Hazim's only gripe for his eldest son. It was only after a certain Han
physician's advice Hazim stopped forcing his son to grow a beard. He was
also lacking in the body hair department, but he made it up with a forest
full of pubes, his only source of masculinity. His phat ass didn't help his
case either. Unlike his father's pure muscle ass, his was pure fat but
still firm. His ass was second only to Zain's huge dump truck.

       If Halim was Hazim's Jewel, then Ahmad was his pride. He was the son
that Hazim tempered with strict discipline and came out just as he
wanted. He won many wars, many more battles, and captured many heathen
generals, some of which were currently serving food and drinks fully naked
with chains on their necks.

       The second son in his mid-thirties as well just a few years shy,
Abbas, had a toned tanned body with curly black hair on top of his quite
handsome face. His face only had a solemn and strict expression that made
him unapproachable. Despite his shaved beard that actually never grow past
the shaved length, he didn't have much hair everywhere else, including his
pubes. He did make everyone who made fun of him regret it later, even as a
child, he had beaten up even the elders who insulted him and spanked them
right after. He was known to be more aggressive than Hazim, and that didn't
even describe what the man had done behind the closed door with his slaves
and boy harem.

       Pasha the Handsome was Hazim's third son in his early thirties. His
mother was a beauty of Armenian descent whom Hazim took after crushing the
rebellion there. Her father, whose beauty was unparalleled as well, was the
rebel leader and during their marriage, Hazim made him wear a woman's dress
and address him as mother-in-law instead, then added the hunk slender man
into his boy harem. Pasha had inherited both his mom's and grandfather's
beauty while his body took its shape from Hazim. He was a slender-toned man
and was coated in soft fur everywhere. His hair was black and short, and
his beard was shaven short as well. He had a mustache and a hairy asshole
which he loved to air out in the bathhouse with his other "bros".

       The meek fourth son was Hazim's ' most obedient son, Aziz, who was
in his late twenties. He had a black buzz cut for his hair. Besides that,
he had a short beard and a mustache like most of his brothers. He had a big
build like Ahmad, but smaller. He was coated in thick fur on his abs,
pubes, legs, and even arms. Yet, with all of these masculine features, he
was the bitch of the siblings. He obeyed his father and brothers, and it
wasn't hard for the younger siblings to force him to do something as
well. Zain once saw him getting spanked by the twins, the younger siblings,
at the training ground for beating them in combat in front of the soldiers.

       The twins in question were Faiz and Fayez, in their mid-twenties
like Zain. They were a man split in two; both had the same body and the
same personality. Both of them had crew-cut curly hair and five o'clock
shadows. They inherited Hazim's slender build, but not the muscle. They
were still slightly toned. They were the troublemakers of the siblings, and
they weren't afraid to target their older siblings, Aziz being the one at
the brunt of them, even their father. It was always a lively court when
those two were around, although at the expense of Hazim. The only one they
didn't dare to touch was Abbas. They did succeed in poisoning Abbas with a
stomach cleanser drug once, and made the second brother farting and
shitting on the stand as he made his speech for his newly conquered
town. Since then, Abbas was known as Hazim's shittiest son for more reasons
than one. After, the twins disappeared for two weeks, to which, Abbas
claimed they were fine when the question of their where being arisen. When
they were back, they were listless and their body had red markings
everywhere. Their cocks were constantly hard and leaking onto their thobe
which made the fabric see-through. They didn't change their clothes or kept
their cocks down even after Hazim spanked the shit out of their asses in a
quiet part of the palace. They avoided Abbas like a plague after. On rare
occasions, Zain caught the twins staring at Abbas one time, and
uncharacteristically, Abbas smirked and bent down to pull up the hem of his
thobe over his ass, spread the cheeks wide, and wink his asshole at
them. Zain watched as the twins shuddered and looked like they were about
to puke, but their cocks jolted up in an instant. After the twins ran away,
Abbas's eyes caught Zain, then he turned his ass at Zain and winked it a
couple of times. He stood up, pulled down his thobe, and sauntered away
like nothing happened.

       Yousef, the seventh child, was in his early twenties. He had the
whitest skin among his siblings thanks to his mother's Italian descent
which made him look more like Andalusian than Bedouin. He was extremely
toned, his abs and pecs were even more defined than Ahmed's. The veins that
trailed all over his body made him look both manly and lascivious despite
the lack of body hair. Even his pubes only had a dusting of hair, but he
made up for the lack of hair with a tattoo of his name there. Unlike his
relatives, he was a pussyhound and had given Hazim 2 illegitimate wild oats
before his father had his first legitimate grandson from Abbas. Being the
seventh son, he instead was known as the "second"; he was the second in
prowess to Ahmad, the second in handsomeness to Pasha, the second in beauty
to Halim, and the second in prickliness to Abbas. It was probably this fact
that made him the rebellious son even at such a young age, and probably
explained his "pussy hounding". That being said, Zain caught Yousef once
being all putty when the Han man made out with him during one of Yousef's
prostate exams. He was all barks and bites, even to Hazim, but when it came
to the Han, he'd sat on the man's lap during dinner and let him trail his
asshole with fingers or even finger-fuck him right in front of everyone's
salad.

       In fact, all of Hazim's sons let the Han man do that at dinner, and
Zain even noticed they had their roll call as to whom sat on the Han's lap
that evening.

       The beautiful and kind Halim, who was only twenty, sat closest to
Hazim despite being the youngest son. He had a smooth body, thanks to the
Han medication that get rid of all of his hair including the ones in his
asscrack. He had no fat, but he wasn't thin. Despite never enduring the
hard regime his father forced on his other sons, Halim still developed
natural muscle all over his body which made him slightly toned. He was
known to be the kindest of the siblings, and very down to earth. He was
also known to be beautiful, but not overtly feminine, the face at
least. Being pampered all his life, he became the spoiled brat that he was,
and Hazim loved to pamper him even more even at his own expense.

       As Zain walked to his chair, he turned his sight to the platforms as
he made his way to his seat. On top of them were a bunch of boys, fully
naked, squatting at the edge of the platform, showing their tight little
chute for anyone passing by. Zain wasn't surprised if one or two or many of
those boys' fathers were among the naked servants serving their captors who
stared lustfully at their sons' cunts. Their only respite was that most of
them had taken their sons' cherry, while the rest had it taken by the
mentors.

       Usually, these boys would dance sensually with each other, but after
Halim's infamous birthday feast, it was commonly known not to have them
dancing if the Caliph was there. People thought it was because the Caliph
hated to be reminded of his humiliation.

       The truth was Hazim felt something was unleashed inside him when he
danced that night, to be precise, something was unleashed from his asshole,
just like what the Han had promised prior. After, whenever he saw somebody
dancing sensually, he felt hotness brewing inside him, which he thought was
anger. However, His asshole suggested otherwise as it contracted angrily as
if it was asking to be unleashed once more.

       The first time this happened, Hazim made Zain check his asshole
right in front of everyone, the feeling apparently was so unpleasant he
didn't care who could look at his most private part. He wasn't bending over
or spreading his asscheeks mind you, he only told Zain to go under his robe
and checked his asshole while standing. But he said that loudly, so
everyone was looking at the Caliph's red face. They assumed the Caliph was
angry since they knew the Caliph didn't like attending feasts already, and
then he had to be reminded of his humiliation. That wasn't the first time
Zain saw the Caliph's asshole.

       Everyone close to him would've spent at least once bathing together
with him and got a sight of it. If anyone somehow hadn't, then Hazim would
make sure the person got a good look at it. He might be old, but his
mannerism in a bathhouse changed to those of the fratboys. The Caliph might
hate spending social time in feasts, but he did love spending time socially
with his closest friends in the Greek bathhouse they recently
conquered. Everyone in that bathhouse had seen his asshole already because
Hazim loved to squat down like a frog on the edge of the steaming bath,
airing his asshole. In his own word, Hazim said his face at that time would
be no different than the one he made when he cummed down his wives. This
had happened even before the Han.

       Zain was one of Hazim's closest friends, and the Caliph made sure
everyone knew. The dining table had two empty seats beside Hazim, the
closest one was for Halim while the next one was for Zain.

       Beside Zain was his own eldest brother, Karim. A seat beside Karim
was a seat often left empty for his well-respected second older brother,
Basir. He was the third son, so he was supposed to be after Basir. However,
Hazim liked him so much he put Zain closer to him than Karim. The next seat
was for his younger and youngest brother, Arshak, who was of Hindi descent
despite his father being a Bedouin man and none of his wives being of Hindi
descent. They were the Ibn Abdul, Abdul's sons.

       Abdul was a war hero, an accomplished general, who was the leader of
Jeddah. During their biggest war with the Hindi, Abdul launched a
successful invasion of Gujarat, destroying their temples and bringing home
numerous slaves. His house was filled to the brim with captured male Hindi
slaves. He was Hazim's best friend and closest ally, and they often led
campaigns against Hazim's opponents, the disgruntled vassals. Abdul was the
one in charge of maintaining the stability of the realm while Hazim waged
war, assuming Abdul was needed at the frontline.

       Hazim valued Abdul, both his service and companionship, a lot. Once
Abdul died on the battlefield, he was quick to make Abdul's sons well taken
care of. For Karim who had a knack on the battlefield, he made them his
general. For Basir who was more of a scholar, he sent him to further his
study at school in Baghdad. He made Zain his squire, but he didn't make
Zain do chores or manual labor. Instead, he trained the man to be his
advisor, both in war and in peace. For Abdul's youngest son who was a total
spoiled brat, Hazim begrudgingly made him Halim's attendant, both were
teenagers at the time. He soon realized it was a misplaced trust when he
found out Arshak banging one of his harem boys. Out of respect for Abdul,
he only returned Arshak to his home in Jeddah. If only Hazim knew Arshak
was the one who showed the teenage Halim what a good cocksucker he was or
the joy button inside his ass, he wouldn't have escaped so easily. For
Arshak, he was actually doing his duty, helping prepare Halim for his
brother or trying to recuperate Halim's feelings toward his brother. He
wasn't mind being a replacement, he wasn't mind being a cock that Halim
wished was Zain. He was doing God's work.

       Being of Hindi descent, it was obvious why people tend to dislike
him. No one knew why Abdul was so insistent on Arshak being his own son
when he was clearly not, even Hazim got a cold shoulder when he tried to
knock some sense into Abdul.

       Abdul always thought of Arshak as his own son. Too bad for Arshak,
this meant he received the same strict education Abdul imposed on his other
sons. This made Arshak believe his "father" actually hated him. He never
called Arshak his father unless Hazim was nearby. He always referred to
Abdul as "the cuck", even to Abdul's face. He often mistook Abdul's
beatings for calling Abdul the cuck, not because he was not disciplined.

       Karim was also not on good terms with Arshak. He was Abdul's
proudest son, the most discipline of them all, and carried the burden of
expectation placed on eldest sons. His fair skin remained pale under the
scorching sun. Unlike Ahmad who was short, he was tall just like their
father. Karim was a huge man of pure muscle built like a brick house. He
wasn't blessed on the brain, but he was generally kind-hearted and dull. It
was a wonder when Arshak dared to talk back when Karim scolded him. Well,
it wasn't really. When they were young, Arshak loved to push Karim over the
edge until the eldest couldn't stop himself from smacking Arshak
lightly. Arshak would report this to Abdul and usually, it would end up
with Karim bent over receiving 50 spanking, 10 of which was from Arshak.

       However, Zain wouldn't say Karim hated Arshak. After all, Karim was
the one who took care of Arshak ever since they were young, from washing
his body to replacing his bed if Arshak wet it. He secretly did Arshak's
chores just to help his brother, so Arshak didn't get punishment by their
father. Even after Arshak grew up to be a young man, Karim was still the
one washing Arshak's clothes. Karim loved his little brother and Arshak's
brown skin was never in the way, not even once. If anything, he knew Arshak
would have a much harder time than the rest of his brothers, Karim went out
of his way to try to pamper young Arshak, in his own way, which probably
was the problem. Even after Arshak grew to be a shitty brat, Karim's love
was hard to die. Even now, Arshak lived at their house in Jeddah, being a
baby, and not doing any work, while the household was taken care of by
Karim.

       Arshak? He'd replaced Karim's alcohol and perfume with his piss
whenever he got the chance. Zain would have to admit, his eldest brother
wasn't the biggest in the brain department. Arshak could say he was cooking
a curry, Karim's favorite food, inside his cock and Karim would be
devouring the cum. Zain wondered if Arshak had done that already.

       "You do sure take your time." He heard Hazim say when they took
their seat. He could also hear the annoyance in the voice loud and clear.

       "Father, don't blame Zain. I forced them to change their clothes. I
do not want people to think we do not treat our guests right."

       At once, Hazim stopped frowning and his low grunt changed to soft as
he gave his jewel, Halim, his sweetest smile, "Of course, you always know
better."

       To be fair, Halim did know better in terms of manners. If it wasn't
for Halim, Hazim would only ever take care of himself after they conquer a
place and only if that place had a bathhouse. After the Han, Hazim even
used the mystical "hair gel" the Han sold to them for a fortune. It made
Hazim's hair slick and stuck together. Zain has to admit, he liked Hazim
with gelled hair, he seemed groomed. Halim also liked the smell, but
everyone and their mother knew the hair smelled weird. It smelled pungent,
and anyone who had smelled and eaten cum knew it smelled just like that,
with a little bit of man musk. He knew Hazim knew the smell as well, but if
Halim liked it, he'd use it every single day.

       "Well, Let's just begin our—"

       "Oh, I am sorry! I am not late, am I?"  Said a handsome man barging
in without even a single hint of guilt in his voice as he announced. He
wore an even fancier thobe with a lot of ornament and embroidery.

       He was a handsome man, Zain wouldn't even be mad admitting this man
was probably the most handsome in the room. Some would argue Pasha was the
most handsome, but the Sultan of Egypt was more of Zain's alley. If Pasha's
face was like a marble sculpted by God, then his face was clay molded and
polished tenderly by God's hand. His sharp jaw was enough to make men and
women cream themselves. He could fuck you with look alone thanks to those
enchanting eyes. His face was clean-shaven, and his lips were luscious
red. He wasn't overtly muscular with his thinner frame, but you could tell
from the tight-fitting thobe, he was keeping himself in shape as well,
protruding nipples on well-shaped manboobs, a v-shaped waist, and all of
that. The outfit didn't hide his voluptuous ass and crotch as well.

       Besides him was his "servant", Ghaz, a handsome black Nubian man,
with shaved short black hair, wearing a very exotic outfit. He wore a
crop-top shirt that only cover half of his massive pecs while his nipples
had gold rings pierced. His body was like a sculpted Ebony god statue,
including a very enchanting v-waist. On his crotch, he only wore a
translucent golden silk tied around his waist, covering and supporting his
balls and ass, but not his huge BBC shaft of a 12", a reminder of Hazim's
worst night, Zain was sure.

       Zain shouldn't have been surprised the man arrived later than him.

       It was the spoiled brat, Arshak got nothing on him, the Sultan of
Egypt, Sekhmet. As if there was not enough reason for the Caliph to hate
him, Sekhmet just had to add another one.

       You see, the sultanate of Egypt had a long history tied to their
culture. Even though they had been conquered by the Muhammadans, the way
the governance worked there was different than everywhere else. It was once
a part of a huge ancient empire, the empire of Ancient Egypt whose kings
were revered for their divine blood. Even after being conquered by Latin
Empire and then the Caliphate, the cultural ties between the people there
were strong. It meant the sultan of Egypt were required to be pureblooded,
but since Muhammadan's doctrine forbid incestuous relationship of any kind,
the Sultan of Egypt had to be innovative. What this led to was a marriage
agreement between Egypt and the Queendom of Nubia, a Matriarchal monarchy
that exist after the fall of ancient Egypt and maintained their authority
and way of life until today. This meant the Queens of Nubia were the purest
of blood, in theory anyway. This also meant they had legitimacy over Egypt,
and the Sultan of Egypt used this to sway the locals into their favor by
marrying a Nubian Princess. This would give legitimacy to future
princes. In reality, the queens and princesses had a lot of concubines
consisting of men to ensure the dynasty continued. The royal men would
never be married outside of the family, which they used as a façade of
their "purity".

       So Egypt forged this alliance with Nubia, to join their nation
together in marriage, where people could trade as they please and developed
the Nile together. The Christians were allowed to live in Egypt without
paying extra taxes, and the Muhammadans were allowed to exploit the Upper
Nile in Nubia including converting people there. The University of
Alexandria was open to both scholars from Egypt and Nubia. Nubia got all of
the taxes from Christians living in Egypt, while they had to pay tithe in
the form of slaves to Egypt. Many huge towns in Egypt employed Nubian
warriors to guard their streets. It was a fruitful arrangement for both.

       The marriage between Nubia and Egypt was only ceremonial. The
princess was sent to wed the Sultan on their wedding day but returned to
their homeland the very next day. After which the princess would send a
baby and name it the sultan's son. It was their agreement that no matter
how many sons the Sultan had prior, the Nubian princess's son would take
precedence. The Sultans had no delusion, they knew some of the babies sent
by the princesses weren't theirs, but they needed it to maintain their
agreement. They would use the ties to maintain diplomatic and military
relationships between the two independent from the Caliphate. Why would the
sultan even agree to this? They needed the legitimacy to rule the people,
and the people require them to be of pureblood. Egypt was only a former
shell of its glory, they couldn't handle a widespread peasant rebellion who
refused to be ruled just because the sultan wasn't incestuous. Sure
Qahirah, the capital, was a metropolis in which debauchery was rivaled only
by Constantinople and Qurtubah, but other than that, it held no
power. Qahirah needed strong warriors to protect them and the slaves from
Nubia for commerce and urbanization. Besides, it wasn't like they couldn't
negotiate the terms of succession with the Queen of Nubia to a more
agreeable condition.

       This political situation often bred a young knifing but debauched
prince who cared only about advancing their status instead of family ties.

       This was what made Hazim despise Qahirah, and Egypt. However, he
still respect the past sultan of Egypt who was his father's best friend and
the regent of the Caliphate because his father was often indisposed. If
only he knew the reason why his father was indisposed was that the said
best friend drugged and locked his father in a chamber as a royal urinal
and glory hole pussy slut 24/7 for the rest of his life. Or that his father
was still alive and still was eating Sekhem's shit and piss, and was used
for morning pussy every day. Too bad not even Zain knew this.

       But even without knowing all of that, he already despised the
current sultan to the bone. His cock always standing whenever Sekhem was
around. His face was red and his veins were bulging. When he stood, his 8"
cock was even more obscene thanks to the translucent thobe. Without a word,
he walked towards Sekhem who was still talking shit to the nobles and
wasn't aware the Caliph was approaching him. When he finally realized, it
would not make any difference. Hazim was already bashing his head onto the
table and bending him over.

       He pulled up Sekhem's thobe roughly over the man's bottom before he
began whacking them like he was trying to peel off the meat from the
skin. Sekhem screamed like a maniac and was trying to crawl away but he
couldn't. he could only accept the hellish beating on his ass. Hazim made
sure he hit the balls a couple of times as well, he didn't care when Sekhem
pissed himself from the pain. And even after that, he wasn't done.

       He rip Sekhem's clothes in half, so he was naked below the
waist. Hazim then carried Sekhem off his feet by the shoulders like a
ragdoll and showed everyone his creation. The handsome man was still
handsome even with all of the tears and snot on his face. His cock seemed
to pulsate, alternating between pissing and cumming.

       "I told you this is what a manchild like you should dress like! I
want everyone who had their child uncircumcised to see what their sons
would end up with after they grow older. A fucking man sissy with a fucking
dicklet!"

       To be fair to Sekhem, he didn't have a dicklet. In fact, it was even
bigger than Hazim. How did it come to light? Well, Hazim wanted to
humiliate the teen Sekhem by comparing their dick size, and the loser had
to "help" to be more manly. Hazim was sure he was bigger, but in the end,
Hazim was the one humiliated when Sekhem got him beaten by an inch. Hazim
had to suck Sekhem's cock to drink his "man-milk" to help him grow. Nobody
expect Hazim to follow through with the bet, but he was a new Caliph and a
man with too much pride and arrogance. He kneeled in front of Sekhem's hard
cock. Within one thrust, Sekhem forced his 9" cock all the way into Hazim's
throat, deepthroating him, and forcing Hazim to choke violently. There on
the floor surrounded by his own vassals, Hazim bawled his eyes out with
loud guttural moans, A very red face, and a bulging throat while his limp
hands tried to push Sekhem's thighs away.

       Sekhem did pull away after a couple of minutes, and Hazim
immediately took a huge breath only for Sekhem to impale the open mouth
with his cock spear once more.

       Hazim choked again and his eyes were streaming with tears. He hadn't
had any experience in cock-sucking, let alone sucking huge cock like
Sekhem's. After three long repeated deepthroat, Hazim was out for the
count, Sekhem swayed his hips, slapped Hazim's face hard, and cockslapped
the face to show everyone the Caliph had been conquered by his dick. Sekhem
had turned Hazim into a meek bitch that he obediently licked the cheese out
of Sekhem's hood when Sekhem ordered. Sekhem proceeded to skull fuck Hazim
without mercy. In one round, Hazim grew so weak from the lack of air,
Sekhem managed to get him into a platform where the bitches were to give
the guests a better show. When he was about to cum, Sekhem pushed Hazim's
head off the cock and held it still by the head. He forcefully pulled
Hazim's tongue out and rest the cock head there. Everyone watched as the
cock flooded Hazim's tongue with cum as it trailed down Hazim's open mouth
into the throat straight to the stomach. For the last two final spurts,
Sekhem shot one each inside Hazim's nostrils.

       The bet was only for one round. It turned out Sekhem's first round
managed to skullfuck Hazim's brains out, Sekhem's own words, the man didn't
even refuse when Sekhem fed him his cock the second time or third
time. When he got bored of the throat, he positioned Hazim on his knees,
face flat to the floor, ass wide open to the guests. Sekhem posed and
flexed while his feet were stepping on Hazim's face. He then moved his face
closer to Hazim's exposed asshole and made a licking face and tapped at the
winking hole. He still remembered the face Sekhem made when he was about to
push a finger in but retracted the finger, smiling at the guests while
saying, "I am going to rip it open!"

       Sekhem was Zain's age at the time, so he couldn't have been no more
than 14. Zain still remembered the look on everyone's face at that time as
they looked worryingly at his dad, Abdul, who was beside the platform with
all of Hazim's sons watching closely. But when he said nothing, and
somebody began shouting, "Fucking rip his ass in half!" everybody followed
with the same, "Tore him a new hole!" and "Turn that fucking assface into a
cocksucking pussy!"

       Sekhem stood over Hazim's ass and he positioned his cock down on
Hazim's asshole. He teased Hazim's asshole and whenever the head pushed
into the hole, his asshole was visibly quivering. Even the body was
shuddering.

       It was something that only the Abduls knew, but at that moment,
Hazim softly begged Sekhem.

       "Please."

       Zain remembered hearing. He never heard the tough guy ever sound so
broken let alone begging for someone's mercy.

       Sekhem laughed and replied with a smack on Hazim's butt and motioned
for the guests to come closer. He made sure everyone could see as his cock
slowly descent on the tight asshole, as it was breached open slowly,
swallowing more and more of the shaft. Sekhem clearly wanted Hazim to feel
every second of Sekhem's cock taking the cherry from him. When Hazim's
asshole refused to allow him in, Sekhem brute forced it open until all 9"
inches of his shaft was in. Not for long as he withdrew quickly, leaving
only the head. In one hard slam, he was back and deep to the hilt. For
assurance, Sekhem said, he lifted both of his feet so all of his weight
would be on his cock.

       Everyone could hear Hazim's screams and wails as he snorted his snot
on the hard slam. He stayed in that position and wiggled his dick some more
to elicit even sluttier high-pitched moans from Hazim.

       It was clear to everyone even at such a young age, Sekhem had a cock
and not a dicklet, and Hazim was about to learn it the hard way.

       Within the second thrust, it was clear Sekhem had known where
Hazim's bitch button was despite the lack of preparation, and he violated
that button without any mercy. He slammed his cock hard, stepping on
Hazim's face. When he got bored, he alternate between long strokes and
jackrabbiting Hazim's boy button. Hazim cummed multiple times in a single
round, and Sekhem made sure everyone could see how the cock erupted. He
also screamed whenever he was about to cum so everyone knew he was cumming
deep inside their leader. If he felt that wasn't enough, Sekhem also made
Hazim shat his cum on the edge of the platform while he covered the rest of
Hazim's body with his spare cum.

       It was at that time Zain learned that it was true what they said
about the Egyptian parties lasted weeks. As the night was about to turn to
a day, Sekhem showed no sign of stopping.

       Hazim was treated like a cheap whore by Sekhem and Abdul didn't do
anything. The only time he intervened was when Sekhem tried to invite his
teenage friends to have fun. Sekhem did try to seduce Abdul to allow him to
lend Hazim's ass to his friends, but Abdul wasn't having any of it. So in
the end, he settled for doing even more nasty things to Hazim. He made sure
everyone could see him pissing into Hazim's mouth by leaving enough
distance between them, while still making sure Hazim drank every single
drop. He also sat on his face and had a fart fest there for minutes.

       At the end of the first fart fest, Sekhem made a face like he was
shitting into Hazim's mouth. Everyone laughed thinking it was a joke, but
the Abduls and Hazim's sons knew he was actually shitting into Hazim's open
mouth in the first fart fest, and the second, and the third, and honestly,
Zain couldn't remember how many fart fest Sekhem had on Hazim's face that
time.

       It was probably a blasphemous thing to do to your own ruler, but it
was a normal thing to do to your whore. At that time, Hazim was the whore,
and Sekhem treated him like one. In three days, Hazim was fed nothing but
cum, piss, and shit, while his sons fed Sekhem his food. It was only polite
to do so, the sons reasoned, probably the effect of Hazim's
hard-disciplined education. If you lose, lose with respect and treat the
winner like an alpha. Zain wasn't sure Hazim lost with any respect at that
time tho.

       Even though Ahmad didn't have to do anything at that time, he still
felt an obligation to serve Sekhem since it was his father who had lost the
bet after all. He let Sekhem order him around, grabbing his ass while he
fucked his father, or letting him rim and fingerfuck his ass, as long as
Sekhem left his other brothers alone.

       They couldn't leave for three days, but they were too enchanted by
Sekhem's fucking to leave anyway. Sekhem ended his fuck concert by putting
Hazim on his dining seat upturned, holding his own ass and his gaping hole
opened forward while Sekhem stood on the table. He spat right on the hole a
couple of times before pissing into it. When he was done, he lifted a full
glass of yellow foamy liquid. Zain saw Sekhem wink at his father before
pouring the glass into Hazim. Someone else then offered Sekhem his glass
and Sekhem poured the liquid into Hazim as well. It seemed that everyone
had a glass of those and one by one, all of the liquid was poured down
inside Hazim.

       Weirdly enough, Zain's dad was the only one who didn't have the
liquid. Even weirder still, when his father was still alive and Sekhem was
around, it seemed Sekhem always had a glass of that liquid that he offered
to Abdul. Abdul always accepted the drink and disappeared after.

       As an act of final humiliation, Sekhem locked Hazim's ass with a
golden metal contraption, saying, Hazim won't be able to unlock the plug
until a month had passed so he had to watch what he ate and, "I think
man-milk is better for you to help you grow a few inches." He slapped
Hazim's ass one last time before leaving with other guests. Hazim was left
upside down on his own dining seat, naked, covered in cum, with a golden
plug sticking in and out of his ass. As if wearing gold, which was
considered feminine, wasn't enough, the handle of the plug looked like a
snake circling a cock, Sekhem's bitch mark. And if that still wasn't
enough, Hazim's thick beards were drenched piss and cum that it matted to
his body and face. Sekhem knew Hazim won't ever wash or cut his beard, so
ever since then, Hazim's beard smelled of Sekhem's cum and piss. Hazim
won't even use perfumed on his sacred beard. Only recently the smell was
fading away.

       This event did lead the vassals to think Hazim was a weak man and
ruined his reputation. He and Abdul had to spend years whipping the vassals
back into respecting Hazim.

       To say Hazim did everything he could to make Sekhem's life miserable
afterward is an understatement. Getting his ass beaten red was a regular
thing for Sekhem whenever he and Hazim were together. Hazim would always
find a reason to punish him, and most of the time, he didn't need to try,
Sekhem always found a way to get his ass beaten. Not because he tried, he
didn't. Sekhem being himself, the spoiled prince that he was, already
guaranteed his spot at the end of Hazim's iron fist. That was why whenever
Hazim was in a certain "mood", all he needed was to visit the sultan in
Qahirah and beat his ass.

       When Hazim was done, Sekhem don't even have enough energy left to
stand. Hazim just dropped him on his back on the table and began prodding
under Sekhem's hood, eliciting moans from the owner of the cock.

       Everyone thought Hazim was trying to torture the man's sensitive
cock, but Zain knew that was not the case. This time, however, Sekhem
seemed to have some cum left on his cock so when Hazim prodded under the
hood, he spewed more cum into Hazim's fingers.

       "You fucking wimp!" Hazim smacked Sekhem's balls hard, leaving him
groaning while he returned to his seat, wiping his dirty hand on a special
handkerchief.

       When Hazim was seated and ready to dine, Zain noticed Hazim's hand
wasn't cleaned completely since it glistened under the light. All of them
ate with bare hands, from the low nobility to the Caliph himself. The
cutleries did make their way to the Caliphate, but Hazim was a fanatic
conservative at heart. He forbade the court to adopt eating with cutleries
like the sissies Latin. He refused every single thing related to the
heathens forgetting that much of the medicine practiced in the Caliphate
was built on Greek theories.

       As they dined, Zain looked around the room to see the guests. The
attendance of all of the sultans, except the sultan of Al-Andalus, spoke of
the importance of this meeting, or at the very least, they knew it was
important to the Caliph. Even Ghafari, sultan of Persia, who had been a
loyal ally of the Caliph, but opposed the announcement Hazim would make,
attended the feast. When the handsome man caught Zain staring, he spat on
the ground, clearly didn't like Zain.

       Ghafari was a handsome man and he was in his mid-twenties as well,
only a little bit older than Zain. He did look mature with his short black
beard and olive skin. He had thick eyebrows that made him look intimidating
instead of ugly. As if the man's eyes weren't intimidating enough. Unlike
Sekhem who was a party animal, Ghafari was a serious man. He was strong and
almost as hot-headed as Hazim, that was why Ghafari got along well with
Hazim when they weren't at each other throats. He also used eyeshadow and
eyeliner, which Hazim often berated him about, but Ghafari was not
intimidated at all. His loyalty to the crown allowed him a certain degree
of attitude toward Hazim.

       That being said, Ghafari was still far more social than barbaric
Hazim. He spent his money on extravagant clothing and drug parties. His
turban was made of golden silk and decorated with peacock feathers and
ornament. He wore a tight-fitting tunic and trousers, clearly defining his
muscles, and covered himself in a transparent robe. He wasn't gregarious by
any means, but he did hold many memorable feasts and hunts, and even his
harem was filled with men and boys from across the world. His most famous
collection was the people from the old dynasty who ruled Persia before the
Caliphate took over. He let them roam freely in Persia and led a rebellion
in his realm, and once they grew big enough, he crushed them for sport and
added the captured nobles into his harem as they served for his
entertainment, leaving only a single male heir to continue the cycle.

       Sekhem was already carried by his servants to his seat, still a
sobbing mess, but his servants dutifully fed him his food. Zain knew Sekhem
didn't want to stay in the room, but his head slave probably advised him to
stay as to not draw the ire of the Caliph. Why would he listen to his own
slave?

       Well, the black beauty Ghaz wasn't just a slave. He was a special
slave given to Sekhem as part of the treaty by the Nubians. The slave was
the one who maintain the diplomatic relation between the two acting as a
diplomat and was trained to excel in court manners and diplomacy. They were
also respected for their purpose and status. There was even a rumor stating
the slave posed as the Sultan's husband. It was through him the sultan of
Egypt could request support from Nubia. In other words, Ghaz's word was
Nubia's word. That was why Ghaz, despite being a slave, retained his name
and was dressed extravagantly like old Persian kings.

       Sultan Sami of Tunisia on the other hand was in his early forties,
he wasn't as handsome as the young sultans, but you could tell that he was
in his early days. He was a quiet man who focused more on his study and
spiritual matters. For that spiritual reason, he shaved his head bald and
grew his beard, unlike Hazim who grew the beard as a sign of authority and
masculinity. He built many schools, including the famous University of
Kairwan, and was a scholar at heart. He was one of Hazim's brothers and was
very loyal to him as well.

       The only one who didn't come was the sultan of Andalusia, Hazim's
cousin. Sultan Tammam was one of the smartest sultans Zain knew. Even Abdul
was wary of him and reminded Zain to not take lightly what Tammam said. The
man was shrewd and loved to play mind games with people. Despite being a
vassal under the Caliphate, the city of Qurtubah had developed and became
one of the biggest cities known to man surpassing Damascus, the capital of
the Caliphate. He managed to repel the Iberian heathens from their
territory multiple times with only limited men to their names. His
relationship with the Caliph wasn't great, and Abdul also noted to Zain
that Tammam's loyalty didn't lie in Caliphate either. His absence from the
feast, although could be seen as disrespect, was veiled under the pretense
of "war" with the Iberians. He never paid any homage to Hazim, but since
Tammam humbly maintained his status as a vassal, Hazim had no reason to
visit him either. He let his brother Sami help Tammam with the Iberians and
Italians, and be his eyes and ears on the West while Hazim focused on the
East

       There were reasons why Zain knew most of the people attending the
feast. Before he replaced his father as Hazim's right-hand man. He was his
father's diplomat, running errands across the nations, and building himself
a good rapport with the nobility. He was on good terms with most of Hazim's
sons as well and was especially close with Halim. When Hazim made him his
squire, his standing within the court and among the nobility was solidified
even more. But then again, Hazim was quick to replace the people and nobles
alike if they so much insulted him, so it wasn't a surprise for Zain when
he saw the faces he didn't recognize.

       When they finished eating, Zain saw Hazim sucking on each finger
like he was going to eat them. When Hazim finally coughed, everyone stopped
eating, waiting for the Caliph to make his announcement.

       "My loyal vassals. As you might've known, I am not a man of words
nor do I enjoy spending my time chattering at a dining table like some
ladies waiting for their husbands to keep their pussy from mumbling away at
some men's cock. But the husbands have come home from war, bringing home
victory, glory, honor, and riches that are long monopolized and exploited
by the heathens. The sissies in that fucking Eastern Empire of the ass
tried to refuse our rightful place in this world as leaders and men. Their
debauched life is a scorn to the world, sissies dancing among themselves
thinking they lead the world because they live in a fancy castle wearing
girl panties with laces and drinking fucking honey for alcohol! Their
muscle was only for shows, fitting only to be our slaves, dancing as our
whores! We are the true warriors! They tried many times to stop our
ever-growing power and each time, we bring them to their knees, and put
their commanders, proud soldiers, and their sons in their rightful place,
on their knees sucking our cocks and filling the spot in our harem and
slave huts! As an appropriate payment for putting them in place, I might
say. And it's time to show these fucking sissies what true muscles taste
like!" Hazim grabbed one of the naked servants, a captured Greek commander,
and made him lick his muscles in front of everyone. Other nobles were
following suit, grabbing servants nearest to them and making them lick
their bodies.

       When Hazim was done making the commander lick his pits, he slapped
the commander away.

       "And as you might have known, we conquered towns in Anatolia. One is
a huge city, a center of trade across the Black Sea. The new region will be
our new front against the Eastern Empire, and with huge responsibilities, I
think it's only appropriate for me to choose a new sultan that will be the
leader of the new place."

       Regardless of what they thought about the decision, many nobles
still cheered for Hazim. They were fearful for their life if Hazim took
their lack of enthusiasm as a lack of loyalty.

       That being said, Ghafari, and the Persians, were the only ones who
dared to stay silent. Ghafari was as strong-headed as Hazim, and won't be
intimidated by the Caliph.  Since they had been loyal, Zain did warn Hazim
beforehand not to take offense at Ghafari. It was clear that the Persians
wanted Trebizond for a long time, it was a major city with a trade route
directly to the slave city Theodoro. Trebizond would grant the Persian
access to domination in the slave trade across the world, from the Hindis,
to the Turkic, to the Russians. That was why they felt like Hazim tried to
repay their loyalty to the crown by curtailing their ambition and power
instead. For them, it was like a spit on their face when Hazim decided to
give the city to someone else.

       "I have decided that nobody deserves the honor more than the person
who had been closest to me, helping me in all manners possible, in
everything, be that governing or companionship. I owed this man and his
father as much. Zain, son of Abdul, from this day onward, I name you the
Sultan of Rum!"

       Zain stood from his chair as the rest of the audience cheered at
him, while also giving the Persians a clear target of their hatred. Zain
was a nobody of note to their concern, and Trebizond was rightfully
theirs. A second hadn't even passed after Zain took the mantle of Sultan
and he already made an enemy.

       After they finished dining, the guests gathered around Zain
congratulating him and trying to strike up a conversation. He answered and
conversed with the same enthusiasm. If his eldest brother was known as the
brawn and his second brother as the brain, then Zain was known as the
charmer. He was approachable and charismatic, his handsome face made people
trust him more. And since he was even more laid back than his father and
his older brothers, people loved to approach him more, even when he was but
a child. When his father was still alive, people much rather relayed their
messages to Zain than straight to Abdul. When Zain became Hazim's squire,
they had even more reason to talk to Zain instead of Hazim.

       Hazim gathered with other nobles watching the slaves on the platform
squatting. They were ordered to stay hours squatting in that position to
make them sweaty, and Hazim loved sweaty asses as much as fresh ones with
perfumes. He might not have shared their desire for parties, but he did
love asses. His hands traveled around the slaves' thighs and asses before
tasting their tight assholes. All of the slaves on the platform were
twinks, Hazim's favorite. Once Hazim found one he particularly liked, the
slaves were carried to Hazim's bedroom to begin their life as part of
Hazim's harem. The leftover was left for the rest of the nobles and they
could take them home if they wanted, if none of the sultans wanted them, of
course.

       The same was also the case for the servants who served their food,
many of which were former Greek soldiers and commanders. They would be
lucky if anyone find them fancy, and extremely lucky if they ended up in
the same household with their sons, but if nobody took them home, they were
shipped to be town public slaves or, even worse, sold to a slaver. Those
who knew the fate awaiting them and had no shame would lower themselves and
try to entice even the lowest of nobility.

       But most of the time, many of the commanders were too proud to let
go of their former life, and their nonexistent titles. Even after they were
bent over to be fucked, some even had a train going into their asses, they
still ended up on a slave company to be "educated" as a slave. None of the
slaves came out the same after they entered slave training, what remained
was only a shell of their former self.

       Zain was conversing with nobles, near a platform, as they watched
the sex slaves winking their assholes as seductively as they could at them
when a noble made a comment about the beautiful ass and asked him if he
wanted the slave. To Zain, it was obvious the man was asking out of
politeness and formality since it was that noble who wanted the slave. Zain
had no intention of taking any slave that night, and he never did take one
even if Hazim offered. None of his brothers did, well, except Arshak, who
always got scolded by Karim after. Their house had too many slaves, they
reasoned. Most of the house slaves were Hindi while the old guards were
Turkic or Greek. They had their own breeding program as well, so they were
all set on slaves.

       After some time deliberating with himself, procrastinating by making
rounds with the nobles, Zain decided to finally approach Ghafari. Their
realms were bordering each other, and it would be bad if he had to watch
the front line against the Latin Empire while worrying the Persians might
assault his rear.

       Ghafari was in one of the velvet rooms with his entourage, seated on
the lush carpet leaning on a fort of pillows. They were smoking hookah
while some of them were fucking one of the servants and the sex slaves the
Caliph had refused. Their eyes were quickly turned to Zain when he came
into the room. Ghafari was lounging and smoking with a couple of other
Persians, with a naked pale white butt next to his face. He was smiling,
but even Zain knew he wasn't happy with his presence there.

       "What honor do I owe for the up-and-coming sultan to approach the
humble Persian servant," Ghafari said bringing the butt to his mouth
without breaking eye contact with Zain. Ghafari was clearly high which was
a good thing because he was more negotiable when he was high. "Do you want
a taste of this pale white delicacy as well? I rarely had ones like this at
my palace, mostly olive, brownish, black, or milky white. For some people,
this one looks like it is sickly, but we all know this is just proof of
those heathens' inferiority. Their value is clearly in
other... aspects. I've been eyeing this one since the beginning, but if you
want it, I am willing to donate it to you, a sultan should be generous to
those who are desperate after all. I know, as a son of a low merchant, you
haven't been exposed to this kind of goods."

       Zain gritted his teeth, he knew it wasn't going to be easy.

       "I am here to offer you a gift," Zain said showing a box filled with
weeds and herbs. "I heard you are a man who appreciates a good herb, and my
family is in the business of cultivating herbs. I think you would
appreciate our newest... bundle. The herb mix is newly brewed and we just
tested it on the market, so you won't get it anywhere else, not even in the
Jeddah market. That is mostly because a merchant steal this year's harvest
and shipped most of our herbs to Europe. But the next year, business should
be good as usual, if you are interested. I hope you don't mind?"

       With a smile, Ghafari gestured for Zain to put the herb mix into his
hookah.

       Once Zain was done, Ghafari gestured for Zain to bring him the pipe
which Zain obeyed. Zain had to sit on the carpet as well and leaned into
Ghafari's free side to put the pipe in Ghafari's mouth.

       Ghafari used the opportunity to grab Zain by the waist and embraced
him like he was a girl. The laughter that came out of Ghafari's entourage
made it clear that this wasn't done for romantic purposes, but when Zain
tried to get away, Ghafari forced him to stay. Zain could try and fight
him, but that would make the gift thing pointless. So he remained in
Ghafari's arms while Ghafari inhaled the drugs.

       With just a whiff, Ghafari was already taken aback by how strong the
drug was, "Wheh, wow... What? Fuck!"

       Zain smiled proudly when he saw Ghafari spread his legs open and
showed an obscene bulge that looked even more prominent in his tight
trousers. Zain tried to hold his laughter when Ghafari unconsciously thrust
his hip upward while smoking.

       "Fuck! That was strong!" He finally said without stopping thrusting.

       Zain thought everything went well until Ghafari suddenly laughed and
squeezed Zain's ass, "Fuck! That almost works for me! Almost! But if you
think we're even then you're wrong!"

       He groaned loudly, and then grabbed his cock inside his trouser with
his other hand, "Trebizond is mine! And I won't settle for anything less!
Fuck, even if you give me Trebizond I won't call it even! You know what,
I'll make it even," Ghafari said staring deeply into Zain's soul like a
wolf staring down a prey, clearly jerking his cock, "I never had a taste of
a Bedouin ass, well not a sultan's ass. And I heard you had a mix of
Maghrebi in your ass as well. I bet they taste amazing. Oh fuck!"

       Ghafari suddenly spasmed and thrust his hip in the air. His muscle
tensed, his eyes closed, and his veins bulged out of the skin. The obscene
bulge jumped around inside his expensive trouser. Suddenly, on the tip of
his obscene bulge, a wet spot began spreading. His body shook hard and he
let out an ugly grunt before falling exhausted.

       "Fuck! That was amazing..." He said panting, "I appreciate the
gift. But unless you're going to give me Trebizond and your ass, then I had
nothing to speak to you." Ghafari said, smirking, ready to smoke another
whiff.

       "Well, I hope it could've been better, but if that is your decision,
then I respect it. I just hope one day you can see that I am genuine and
your ally, not enemy." Zain said standing.

       Ghafari was eyeing Zain's body hard. You can't really blame him,
Zain was really rocking the translucent thobe. It was tight-fitting, and
although he wasn't Karim huge, Zain still had a lot of meat and muscle in
his body. When bent over, as he got up from Ghafari, his voluptuous meaty
rave ass was right on Ghafari's face. Even with a little light for the
candle, Ghafari could see the exotic brown skin the Maghrebi was known
for. Heck, the dim light made the somewhat visible silhouette of the ass
even more enticing. Even in his right mind, Ghafari wouldn't be able to
control himself at the sight of such ass, let alone while he was as high as
a kit. His hands, both of them, flew right on Zain's bent ass, smacking
them hard. When he saw the ass jiggled, he whistled followed by laughter
from his entourage.

       Zain regretted he didn't give Ghafari his strongest drug that would
make the Persian prince run around naked like a monkey scratching his balls
on any surface trying to fuck any holes while stuffing his ass with every
single thing he could fit in there until he passed out. Well, at the very
least, he didn't tell Ghafari the side effect of smoking too much of that
drug.

       Just before Zain left, Ghafari groaned loudly grabbing his
crotch. His body tensed and he thrust his hip upward just like before. This
time, however, Ghafari screamed when he felt his dick was on fire. He rip
the fabric covering his crotch and his 5" cock sprung free, throbbing
wildly. Zain made note that even though they were similar in length, Zain's
cock was thicker than Ghafari's

       "Ahh... Ahh... Fuck! Amazing! Fuck! Ah..."

       Ghafari felt like his cock was about to explode, and it did. He
could not control his cock as it erupted into what felt like a copious
amount of cum. It was so much that even his shirt was wet and drenched in
less than a minute and he still kept cumming. It wasn't until he smelled
the stink on his body that he realized he wasn't cumming. He was showering
himself in piss and he could not stop his piss or his moans, nor closed his
mouth when his piss made it in there. His entourage who was curious smoked
the drug their sultan just smoked. It wasn't long before they also moaned
and pissed around him. Ghafari clearly had a better tolerance for the drugs
than those sissies. They ended up groaning and moaning on the floor, soaked
in their mixed puddle of piss.

       When Zain walked out of the room, Jamal was already there, ready in
case Zain needed him.

       "Did you give him the bitch monkey one?" Jamal asked.

       "No, only the pissing one."

       "You should have, I'd love to see him riding his own peacock
crown. Maybe that will make him look at you nicely." He said grabbing his
crotch.

       "Where is Halim and Hazim?"

       "Halim is waiting for you in his room sulking you ignored him the
whole time, and I last saw Hazim on the side terrace."

       Zain sighed.

       "Keep Halim company will you, I still need to talk to Hazim."

       "Don't worry, I'll keep the son busy while you mess around with the
dad."

       He flipped Jamal his finger. He knew Jamal could keep Halim busy
without fucking him, not that Zain would mind. Halim loved to take it out
on Jamal, and Jamal was ready to take a beating for Zain. He remembered
when they were still a teen, Jamal said to him if Zain ever got a girl
pregnant to tell Abdul it was Jamal's baby and he'd marry the girl for
Zain.

       When Zain found Hazim on the terrace, he was standing
inconspicuously on the side. Zain saw him sucking on a fabric like he was
sucking a drug.

       "You seem still hungry, ravenous even..." Zain said shocking
Hazim. Once he saw it was Zain, Hazim was relieved, "Sekhem's cheese?"

       "Yeah," Hazim continued licking the fabric he used to store Sekhem's
cock cheese. "Fuck, I stopped scratching for more because he suddenly
cummed, but the cum made the cheese taste better! Much better! I should've
gathered for more, fuck!"

       This was the reason why Hazim loved to visit and beat Sekhem. His
hunger for Sekhem's cheese was there right after Sekhem forced him to eat
his cheese from that time Sekhem fucked him, but his hunger only got
stronger after the Han. It was as if the Han opened the pandora box to
Hazim's heart and now he couldn't close it. He had been frequently beating
Sekhem just so he could sneakily eat Sekhem's cheese.

       "How's your ass?" Zain asked like it was a normal thing to ask
between two rulers.

       "That fucking Sekhem! He always knew how to get into my ass!
Dressing his slave like that! My ass is fucking wild after seeing that. It
keeps sucking itself in and out!"

       "Is it uncomfortable? Forgive me for saying this, but you don't seem
that perturbed or hate your... ass problem, only annoyed that it was Sekhem
who made you feel like that."

       Hazim blushed before answering, "It's because I like it. Every time
it happened, I felt my knees weaken and I could drop anytime pulling apart
my ass for that fucking fuckwad sissy!" Hazim caressed his ass through the
translucent dress. "It's been a while, yet I can still feel it. That
fucking Han! If I could get my hand around him, I'll—Ugh!" Hazim trailed
off. Zain could see the veins popping off on Hazim's hands as he choked the
invisible neck. But the eyes didn't show the same aggression or his arched
back.

       "Is that really what you'll do?"

       Hazim opened his mouth like he was going to spew all manners of
profanities at Zain, but then he went silent, "I have no idea," he said.

       He looked at Zain, the gaze Zain could only describe as vulnerable,
something he rarely saw in the Caliph's eyes. Hazim considered Abdul as his
confidant, and after the man died, Zain somehow filled the spot on Hazim's
side. It wasn't his intention, he only intended for Zain to be one of his
councilors, it just came to be when Zain became his squire. When he was
with Zain, he felt like he could tell the man everything, and as time went
on, Zain became his confidant and most trusted counsel.

       The feeling of familiarity and comfort was the reason why it was
easier for Hazim to tell the man his secrets, even the one he kept in the
darkest pit of his soul.

       "Part of me wanted to, the man had humiliated me in front of
everyone I know. For almost a year he made me the joke in front of
everyone's eyes and I was his willing harlot." He clenched his fist, but
seconds later, his fist soften.

       "But as much as I hate to deny it, it becomes clearer and clearer
each day that he was right. He told me once all he did was everything I
wanted, want. I thought I was boiling in anger whenever I remember that
night when I dance like a fucking slut while the rest of the guests treated
me like one, but recently, I am not so sure. I told you once. Or when he
gave me a black slave so I could suck his cock every night like a pacifier
to train my anger, I was only doing it for Halim, but now that I got rid of
the slave and never slept with a cock in my mouth for more than two years,
I can't deny I am missing the feeling of my mouth getting stuffed. I... I
hate to admit it."

       "So you're saying, he was right, you want and enjoy everything that
he did to you?"

       It was then a young man suddenly interrupted them, "My lord."

       The young man couldn't have been more than twenty, but he already
had a full short black beard as well as nicely shaped pecs and well-defined
abs, all covered in fuzzy hair. The beard had a thin line under the lips,
which Zain thought was cute. He wasn't as big as Zain, but still
muscular. He had short black hair and wore a vest instead of a thobe. A
lowborn, Zain noted.

       Zain could see his chest was full of hair and it trails in a
beautiful v shape into his hidden crotch. He was handsome with piercing
black eyes and he smiled at Zain when he saw where Zain was looking. The
man even stroked his crotch cockily.

       Zain thought this man must have a wish to die, Hazim didn't like
when he was interrupted when he was alone or talking with Zain, for obvious
reasons. Yet, when Hazim saw him, he was beaming.

       "Amir! Come here! Meet Zain! Amir might be young, but he is the
strongest champion among our youngest!"

       That would explain why Zain never met him. He must've been newly
conscripted and quickly rose in his rank.

       "Who doesn't know the new sultan of Rum! I am more than pleased to
meet you." Amir said, hand still on his cock.

       "You smart-ass!" Hazim said as he pulled Amir to his side, shoulder
to shoulder, before addressing the confused Zain, "Well, you must be
wondering why he's here Zain."

       Zain nodded, looking at Hazim confused.

       "You are a sultan now, and as much as I believe in your prowess as a
man, you're not me, Ahmed, or Karim. As much as I expect better of you, I
do understand not everyone was blessed with my family's might and that
Karim robbed every single muscle from his siblings. That is I don't think
you should fight your combat. Yet, you know of our dueling tradition. So I
give you this man to be your champion."

       The dueling tradition was commonly practiced by the Bedouin and was
adopted by the Caliphate as the official ceremony fight before a
battle. Before a battle was about to start, the two sides sent two
candidates to wrestle with each other naked. The combatants were dressed
only in trousers, and the fight was won by making the opponent submit until
the combatant can carry the loser to their side. The one who lost will be
taken as a prisoner before the battle ensued. It would be devastating if
the one captured was the commander, that was why they usually have a
champion to do it for them. Of course, you could always send a low-ranking
soldier, but it was a sign of cowardice if the low-ranking soldier lost. If
he won, however, it was a great humiliation for your opponent, especially
if the losing combatant was of a higher rank. Why would they send, say, a
commander? Well, if the challenger sent a high rank, like a commander, then
the other side would be obligated to send the same rank combatant. It was
considered unfavorable for one to send a champion, let alone a low-ranking
soldier unless they won. If they won, it could be considered as the losing
high-rank combatant wasn't good enough in the first place, hence why they
sent the champion. If the champion lost, however, it could be interpreted
as a sign of cowardice and selling out one's men to save his own ass. But
only the Bedouins followed this code to the blood, not the Latin. Only the
proudest commanders of the Eastern Latin Empire ever participated in the
combat themselves, most of the time, they sent a soldier. Especially once
they knew the Caliphate champion would be a well-known fighter like Hazim
himself or one of his sons.

       Hazim, well, the Han, had figured out a way to convince the
commander to battle. Hazim would choose a champion instead of fighting
himself, but he would remain near the battlefield as a "ransom". Hazim's
hands were tied behind his back with only his feet were free. His balls
were tied with a rope connected to his champion's feet, so if the champion
lost, Hazim would have to follow the lost champion being carried to the
other side. The rope wasn't that long, so Hazim would've to follow the
champion around as he fight. That was why Hazim was known to have iron for
balls among the armies. The only condition was the commander of the
opposing army was the one fighting or if they sent a champion, they would
be tied the same way.

       There were a few close calls, where Hazim's champion lost and he was
pulled by the balls to the enemy side. Ahmed wasn't fighting for him at the
time since the opposing commander didn't want to fight if the champion was
another terrifying fighter.

       One of the reasons why it was very favorable to win, not only
because your opponent's army would be without a designated commander, was
that it could stop the enemy archers from firing. The Caliphate army, after
securing the commander, would tie the commander to a person's body, cock
deep in his ass, and have the person stand in the front so the archers or
even the infantry wouldn't attack them. And just to humiliate them further,
another person, usually the champion, soaked a cloth in his own piss before
gagging the commander with the said cloth.

       When Hazim was captured in one of their war with the Eastern Empire,
the Eastern Latin Empire proved itself to be more creative. Hazim's own
army who outnumbered the Eastern Empire at the time stood and watched, as
it was only polite to do so, as a body-sized cross was carried to the front
line. The cross had a sticking phallic object which they later found out
was a replica of the commander's cock and was detachable, so it could be
replaced and reused by different commanders.

       They watched, Hazim's 7 sons on the front seat, Halim was forbidden
anywhere near a warzone, as the commander slathered some kind of white
liquid on Hazim's ass and pushed the thing finger deep into his
asshole. Beside him, a soldier poured a bottle of thick white liquid on the
4" bottle thick fat wooden cock.

       "Yeah do your worse to me, you sissies! Enjoy your fucking time
worshipping my body! Once my men take me back, I'll show you what a real
man does to sissies like you!"

       They heard Hazim shout across the battlefield before the commander
impaled Hazim on the thick wooden cock to the hilt making the Caliph squeal
in a high-pitched voice just as loud. They watched as Hazim was tied to the
cross while two soldiers carried a huge pot containing smelly yellow water,
and from the inside, pulled out a soaked wet cloth and used that to gag
Hazim.

       It was only later they discovered that the thick white liquid was
Konstantine's spunk, the young Emperor of the Eastern Latin Empire, and he
had been waiting for that very moment his cum made it inside the Caliph's
ass. The yellow water inside the pot was the citizens of Constantinople's
piss and the cloth was Konstantin's breech.

       It didn't stop there. The commander suddenly turned the cross
around. The commander motioned for the Caliphate army to watch him closely
as he pissed on the cross before pressing his cock into the cross. There
was a hole, an invention by a Greek scientist that allowed the water to be
pumped into Hazim's ass.

       The army didn't have to watch nor they were bound to stay, but there
was just an unspoken attraction that the men of the Caliphate have at the
wonders of invention and knowledge. They might be brutes, but their
scholars, even the most faithful, upheld the Greek and Latin knowledge in
high regard. That, and the teaching of the Prophet taught them to be
submissive to God made them somewhat submissive, and as the commander had
neutered their leader, they felt obligated to watch the humiliation of
their leader.

       The battle was a disaster. Orders were split amongst all of the
seven sons and the army formation was in tattered. It was only after Zain's
intervention the sons were united and the army finally bounced back and
pushed into the enemy, crushing them. They outnumbered them since the
Eastern Empire had to split their army to deal with the migrating nomad.

       Zain never liked the tradition, which was why he didn't have a duel
during their sieging of Trebizond. He was questioned at first, but he
convinced them that there was no glory in fighting a crippled
man. Trebizond had lost and they knew it. That was how Zain avoided the
duel at his first battle as a commander, but he knew he won't be able to
avoid it for much longer.

       "Hazim, I—"

       "I have decided. You know me, so don't waste your breath. And trust
me with this one! You should've seen him fighting that Cockmeninos, or
something. He wept the man's face on the ground!"

       Komeninos was one of the current Basileus's uncles and the brother
of the Regent of the Eastern Latin Empire, Nicholas. Komeninos was a
muscular man, bigger than Amir, but he was slow. Amir hit the man on his
weak spots while Komeninos couldn't even land a single blow. Numerous times
Amir had Komeninos crouching on the ground before stepping on the back of
the head to show his utmost disrespect for the Besileus's uncle. Once
Komeninos no longer had a fighting spirit in him, Amir did what is expected
of him to do, he pinned Komeninos in a spladle. It was a tradition for
Hazim's army to make their opponent submit in a spladle. Komeninos tight
brown asshole was quivering facing his own army, and he already screaming
his submission even before Amir stretched his legs apart. Amir stretched
the muscle legs as far as he could, and he didn't stop there. Amir freed
one of his hands and used it to finger fuck the commander, adding a finger
each minute. By the time Amir tried to push his fist, Komeninos was wailing
for mercy.

       Amir tattooed a line circling his wrist, to commemorate his first
fisting.

       Zain sighed, he knew there was no point in refusing the man. He
already had Jamal as his champion, but at least now he could keep his
companion safe.

       "Fine, welcome! Amir!"

       "Thank you, my lord!"

       He was planning to say that to Amir's face, but all he ended up
doing was staring straight at Amir's crotch which kept getting bigger. A
few seconds had passed Amir was fondling his crotch with two hands instead
of one, and it wasn't enough to cover the thickness.

       That was when Zain realized he wasn't the only one staring. Hazim
too stared and the crotch. Amir was aware of the stare too, but he wasn't
too interested in being in the Caliph's attention. He wasn't interested in
being one of the Caliph's bitches. With Zain, there were still chances the
sultan might like a cock up his chute like the degenerate Sekhem.

       "Where was he, by the way? The slut I gave you as a slave."

       Being a slave to a lowborn was the greatest insult Hazim dished to
Komeninos, an uncle of an emperor.

       "Well, I had a goodbye party yesterday with my friends, and he had
three cocks stuffed inside his hole. He can't walk here tonight, and I
don't want you to think I am serving broken holes for the new sultan's
feast." Amir squeezed the base of his cock, to give a clear definition of
his hardening cock.

       "Nonsense! You should've let that fucking emperor's uncle crawl with
his ass gaping open stuffed with a bottle of wine!" Hazim laughed, his eyes
fixed on the cock as his own cock made an obscene bulge under his
thobe. There was a noticeable wet patch spreading there.

       "Well, the thought of the twink Basileus makes me fucking rock
hard. It's about time I destroy those asses I sampled earlier. The Greek
man, they got some of the finest asses." Hazim squeezed his cock still
looking at Amir's cock. When he finally gazed away, he approached Zain who
was looking at Amir's cock. He suddenly pulled Zain by the chin to face
him.

       Hazim might be smiling, but Zain could only describe the expression
as Hazim wanting to eat Zain alive and not in a good way.

       "I see you've come to like my chosen. I just hope you're interested
in his back as much as the front, but I am not sure if he's willing to give
it to you. But if he doesn't want it, you better not mess it up with him,
Zain. He's the best fighter you could ever get. There are a lot of pussies
in there, so treat yourself!" Hazim patted Zain on the back quite hard,
"Ah! And you better still have something left in you for my son, Halim
because I don't care who your father was, I'll cut your balls off and feed
it to the dogs if you make him cry. Don't disappoint me, Zain."

       Zain swallowed his spit and nodded. He was afraid, but his cock was
as hard as a rock, and it was spurting even more precum. Both Zain and
Hazim, in fact, were soaking their thobe in precum. He got a good whiff of
Hazim's beard which smelled both of the cum gell and the familiar musk of
dried cum as well as piss.

       "I won't," Zain finally could muster.

       "Good!" Hazim let Zain off and stretched his body.

       Zain stared at the muscle flexing in front of him. The fabric was
translucent enough to hide nothing even with a little light. The arms, the
pecs, and even the cock, he could see them clearly as Hazim flexed as if he
was trying to show off the muscle he gained in his long years of
living. That was when Zain caught Hazim too staring at Amir's cock.

       It was as if the heat from his cock steamed his blood and broke his
brain when the words flew from his mouth, "I think we need to test what we
were talking about earlier."

       "What do you mean?"

       Zain looked Hazim in the eye, "Whether you like what the Han did or
not. I want you to try it with your new boy tonight. I want you to eat his
cheese and suck his cock."

       Hazim would've never let anyone order him besides Halim, a privilege
that even his confidant Zain hadn't earned. Sure, he listened to Zain's
counsel, but never the order. This was the first time someone other than
Halim and the Han ordered him, the first time Zain dared to use that tone
at him, and his rock-hard cock jolted in attention. He felt like Zain had
turned a switch in his brain. "I will do it."

       Zain watched as Hazim turned around and stripped naked. With a deep
breath, he stepped inside the crowded dining room and quiet down when they
saw their Caliph walking naked. Hazim didn't say a word as he made his walk
of shame inside. He heard whispers, some of which were quite loud, when
Hazim strolled across the dining hall into his cubicle, the biggest velvet
room. His sticking cock and his hard titties held no secret of what was
about to happen when he called his newly obtained Greek bitches into the
cubicle. They finally cheered when they heard the bitched moan both from
pain and pleasure.

       "I was going to offer you a way to knock the bitch down, but you
seem to got it covered."

       As if awoken from a trance, Zain looked at Amir shocked. He spent a
second too long staring at the handsome face smirking, admiring the jaw,
the beard, and the striking black eyes.

       "I don't know what you meant. And watch what you say, he's your
Caliph!"

       "And I always respect him, well, I respected him now. But a bitch is
a bitch no matter what he is wearing. Well, he did dress like a slut
tonight. But you made him show me and guests his pussy like that, I gotta
say, I like that. I think that's kinda hot. Real hot."

       Zain suddenly felt aware of himself when Amir eyed him up and
down. He felt uncomfortable, not because he was shy or insecure, but
because he felt something knocking from inside him. Something he almost
forgot was there. He couldn't deny it felt good to have someone desire him.

       "Your rocking that outfit, by the way, your Highness," Amir smirked.

       Zain thought he was going to be mad that this lowborn dared to call
him slutty, but instead, he felt his cheeks turn rosy. "Halim forced me to
wear it. And his father, and his siblings."

       "So you don't like it?"

       Zain looked at Amir who no longer smirked, it was a sincere
question. "Yeah... I don't hate it... But I don't like it either."

       He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't Amir suddenly
pulling down his trouser. Zain looked inside and was relieved when he saw
the guests were far more interested in the loud moaning from behind the
Caliph's curtain.

       Amir kneeled and held his trouser open in front of Zain.

       "I know my trouser isn't expensive, but I think it will be less
embarrassing than what you got right now."

       Zain was taken aback. When he didn't move, Amir forced Zain's legs
into the trouser and pulled them up. When it was fully pulled up, Zain
noticed how much colder it was on the crotch. It seemed that Amir had
flooded the inside of the trouser, but the trouser was thick enough the
precum couldn't push through the front. Amir smirked as he fondled Zain's
cock through the trouser knowing it would make Zain's cock even wetter.

       "I am promised to you, so I'll take care of you good. Real
good. Don't you worry," Amir said and swooped in to steal a single tender
kiss from Zain.

       It was short but sweet. Zain was left blushing hard when Amir pulled
away and skittered off nude from the waist down.

       At least, he knew they were going to see each other again soon
enough.

       Zain was stunned. Such action won't be seen as weird if Amir was a
younger man with a lithe body instead of a bulky hairy man. It would be
seen as tutelage, and Amir was Zain's ward. For a lowborn to kiss a noble,
especially when the man didn't have any tutelage relation, was
scandalous. Even if the position were to be swapped, Zain was the one
kissing Amir, his body frame would insinuate Zain's preference in the
bedroom and bring him talks and gossip that wouldn't do him any favor.

       Yet, as he felt butterflies flying around in his stomach, a smile
appeared on his face.

       Knowing where he was, he didn't let the smile linger too long. He
got his bearing and pulled off his thobe, and threw it away. He walked back
into the dining hall shirtless.

       People did stare at him as he made his way, but Hazim's walk of
shame left a deeper impression that they just didn't care for Zain.

       He did peek inside Hazim's curtain. He was allowed to do so by the
guards since, well, he was the Caliph's confidant.

       He saw the boy was riding Hazim in reverse cowgirl, or boy, although
it looked more like Hazim impaled the boy on his cock repeatedly. The boy
had olive-colored skin with a brown curly pompadour for hair. The boy was
lithe and cute, just the way Hazim liked it. If he wasn't drooling and
moaning like a slut, Zain could see the boy's mouth smirking in a naughty
smile. The boy couldn't have been more than 16, and he had a little bit of
muscle around him, probably from farm work. The boy's cock was a beautiful
white 6" uncut cock, it was nicely shaped like a straight smooth marble
phallus. It was a leaking bucket as well, which Hazim gathered with his
fingers to eat, following Zain's prescription.

       Zain pulled the curtain closed again, and made his way back to his
seat to see his brothers.

       As he approached, he saw that his brother Arshak and Karim were
talking with another prominent noble he knew was Jafar.

       Jafar was a handsome young man with shaved stubble with a dusting of
mustache. He inherited his father's wealth who died as a war hero, and
quickly rose to the rank. He was a little bit thicker in build but was
toned. Zain knew the man could pack some punches, but he wasn't there as a
warrior but as a doctor. Jafar was well-educated and well-versed in war and
strategy as much as he was in medicine. He was well-loved and his tribe,
the Saba, was a huge tribe dominating the south of the peninsula.

       Zain and Jafar studied together in Baghdad in their youth, the youth
that Zain tried to grow up from. They had done a lot of things in their
youth, both appropriate and inappropriate for their culture. Luckily, it
was something the college students were expected to do, so they weren't
being ostracised. That being said, they were still expected to grow out of
their "youth" once their study come to an end.

       "Kinda reminding us of our youth, isn't it?" Jafar said when Zain
sat beside him, referring to the loud action between the Caliph and the
boy, the fucker and the fuckee. Zain could see Jafar's cheeks were rosy.

       Zain remembered what past Jafar was referring to, and they weren't
fucking anyone at that time.

       "You and Zain had your own harem!? You're like what when you were in
Baghdad, 16!? You must have a lot of fun!" Arshak, who sat on Jafar's other
side, suddenly cut into their conversation.

       Jafar laughed, "Yes, Arshak, we had a lot of fun... and more." He
ended with a naughty wink.

       "Arshak, don't butt into someone else's conversation!" Karim
reprimanded him.

       "It's fine Karim, I like your brother. I never thought I'd met the
infamous Arshak, son of Abdul." Jafar's mouth was quite famous for the
shits he barely filtered, if ever.

       Zain could see Arshak's eyes twitch, but his little brother forced a
smile and say, "See, not everyone is allergic to fun like you, Karim! So
tell me, what did you do in Baghdad!?"

       Jafar looked at him up and down, "I don't think I can tell you, it's
only for adults to know." He said playfully, but Zain knew he was
serious. After all, it was still a shameful secret even if they did that
during college.

       "What, you were younger than me when both of you were in Baghdad!
And do you seriously think I am not old enough? Is it adult enough for
you?" Arshak whipped out his 10" hard brown cock and swung it around.

       The swing was hard enough that Arshak splattered some of his precum
on Jafar's face. Zain could tell it was intentional

       Jafar, being the none-the-wiser cunt that he was, had to close his
eyes as he laughed.

       "Boy! If only you were my comrade in arms! Don't get me wrong, Zain
was fun, even if Jamal is a shithead, but boy, you'll be much more fun!"

       "Well, I am here now. And we can have so much fun." Arshak made sure
he pulled the low growl that made his bitches swoon. And it clearly worked
when Zain saw Jafar's cheeks turned even rosier as he seemed to think about
the offer.

       "Fuck, kid. Do you even old enough to know what kind of fun I am
talking about?"

       Arshak smirked as he leaned closer to Jafar's ear, and whispered, "A
high-grade Saba pussy." He growled into Jafar's ear loud enough for Zain to
hear, and his eyes were looking straight at Zain.

       They were twinkling, Arshak knew Jafar was already hooked on his
cock, and he was reeling him in.

       Jafar was taken aback by Arshak's boldness. He pulled away before
sizing him up and down, his eyes paused on the huge brown dong for quite
some time before he drank his cup empty.

       "I have to size you up first kid, making sure you're all adult."

       "I can't wait to stick my hard cock in your sizing tool."

       Jafar bit his lower lip, and he stared at Arshak for a minute. He
suddenly stood up, his hard cock pushing his thobe, "Let's see what's your
packing then kid. Follow me."

       Arshak jumped on his feet, tidied his own thobe, and followed
closely on Jafar's side. His hand was reaching to squeeze Jafar's ass, but
Jafar kept pushing the hand away. That didn't stop Arshak to try it again.

       "You sure they are going to be alright?" Karim asked seeing Arshak
walking away with Jafar.

       Zain could tell his older brother was a little bit antsy and maybe
even jealous although the man would rather die before admitting his
feeling.

       "Don't worry. Our bother might be thinking with his dick, but he
knows enough that he needs to be alive to keep his dick up."

       Karim nodded.

       "So how are you?" Zain asked.

       "Same old, same old. Nothing new except that fucking charlatan stole
our new drugs and shipped it off to the heathens."

       "The harvest wasn't meant for us brother. God will replace it
somehow."

       "Of course, but I think I still need to shake up the workers, in
case we got another leech."

       Zain nodded as he stared at the flickering candle in front of
them. He let the silence settle in, as much as it could in a crowded dining
room, before finally saying, "Have you heard anything from Basir?"

       Karim waved for a servant, a naked Greek servant, probably in his
mid-thirties came with a tray and a couple of mugs on it, from his muscly
body shape, Zain guessed the man might have been a commander or at least a
veteran soldier. Karim took one huge mug and was taken aback by the smell.

       "What the fuck is this? It's not wine."

       "It's a double-distilled mead, sir. It's a famous Greek liquor, but
this type is special because the liquors are fermented twice. The Caliph
ordered us to only give the best for this feast, so we gave you the best
from our stockpile we planned to use for harvest festivals."

       Zain looked as the man spoke, the man's eyes darted around and, with
the effort from the low amount of light, Zain could also see that his face
was red.

       Karim observed the foamy yellowish liquor and took in the smell like
he would take the aroma from a wine. It smelled foul, but he couldn't smell
any alcohol. Then again, he was a heavy drinker. He drank the mug empty in
one big gulp, but he left some of the bitter taste liquid in his mouth. He
was clearly savoring the taste on his tongue as he swished it around his
mouth.

       While Karim was engrossed in his liquor, Zain saw the servant snort
and smile at Karim condescendingly, which disappeared when Karim turned his
attention back to the man.

       "The fuck is this liquor!? Is fucking weak! No wonder we beat your
asses silly easily! Give me the rest!"

       The servant was way too happy serving the rest of the mugs to Karim,
in fact, he was so happy his cock was rock hard just from seeing Karim
gulping 5 huge mugs of the liquor. Only at the last mug, Karim offered the
double-distilled mead to Zain.

       "It's fine, you take it. It seems you need more for the alcohol to
kick in."

       "Damn fucking right! Slave, get me and my brother another serving!
It better be the strongest one you have!" The slave was way too eager to
look for another serving as Karim finished his last mug.

       Zain watched as the slave walked to the backroom, calling a few
other slaves to come with him. Although it was hard, Zain could also see
the slaves' cheeks were reddish. After he looked around some more, he
noticed almost every naked servant had rosy cheeks, and some of them were
swaying as they walk.

       "You were asking about Basir, weren't you? I haven't heard from him,
yet. I've sent people to Baghdad, other major cities, and even the small
villages around the border of Persia and Levant, but they haven't found
him. I didn't send a huge party because I am afraid Ghafari will think of
it as an insult."

       "It's good that you didn't. He's already painted a target on my
back, there is no need to add one to yours. Basir is smart, I think he
still lives somewhere, pursuing his calling or dream or whatever it was,
only God knows."

       Karim nodded, "I do notice the way he looked at you earlier. It is
only because I still respect Hazim and him I didn't punch his stinking
face. That being said, if he gave you a hard time, brother, I'll break his
handsome face myself."

       "Don't worry, the boy and his bratty friends can't even hold his
bladder after I gave him the weeds, I think I can handle a bunch of babies
playing in their piss pool just fine."

       Karim hit Zain on his shoulder, smiling from ear to ear, "You
haven't lost your touch brother!"

       They laughed heartily amidst the hectic crowd that was still
bustling around. At that moment, they looked like just two normal brothers
messing around and having a good time, with no worries of war or the
hardship of life. It was something Zain never thought he needed, but
apparently, he was missing it so much. Everything was normal if only the
guests around them weren't eating asses and drinking the special mead while
smoking.

       After calming themselves down, Zain finally said, "But if Basir is
in Persia, then we have no way of tracking him now. He'll take any of our
actions in his land as an insult and direct threat. We can only pray for
his safety."

       Karim nodded, but then he scratched his head when he remembered
something. "Well... One of the people I sent stumbled on this remote
village out of nowhere and they said there was a `wise man' running on and
about sometimes there... well... naked. But my men never saw him, so they
can't confirm the identity of the man. It couldn't be him, right?"

       Zain chuckled, "Well... That sounds like something our brother would
do, but it could be another `wise man'. Wherever he is, I just hope he's
well. The country might have been prospering, but I can't help but feel
we're facing a rough time ahead of us."

       "What do you mean, brother?"

       It was before Zain could answer Karim, the servant appeared again
giving them more servings of the mead. One thing that Zain noticed was the
servant's cock. It was not hard, and he saw a droplet of translucent liquid
hanging from the tip.

       "What is this?" Karim asked, referring to the white liquid covering
the rim of the mugs.

       "That is salt, Sir. It's supposed to make the taste stronger, but
you have to lick it all around the mug and let it rest in your mouth before
drinking the mead." The servant couldn't hold his smirk as he spoke.

       Karim did as he was told. He licked the rim of the glasses,
gathering the bitter but salty white goo on his tongue.

       "Let me see it! Sir... I mean, just to make sure you're doing it
right."

       Karim would have chastised the man for questioning him, but he
couldn't since his tongue was full. Still, he followed the servant's
instruction and stuck his tongue at the servant, showing the white goo.

       "Good, now swish it around your mouth and let the taste settle in."

       Karim did as he was told like he was when their father gave him an
order. Karim wasn't known to be the brightest in the shed for a reason or
maybe it was the alcohol finally setting in.

       "Now drink the mead."

       Karim one-shot the mead again and let out a satisfied sigh after
emptying the mug. Still, he shouted, "It still wasn't strong enough! Serves
me right for hoping sissies like you can have something strong for me! Give
me more!"

       The servant eagerly handed Karim another glass, "Don't worry, my
lord, we still have a lot more in the stockpile." He said while smiling
mockingly at Karim. Zain also noticed how the servant slapped his navel as
he mentioned stockpile.

       "Do you want some too, my lord?" The servant offered him when he
noticed Zain was staring at him. His demeanor also changed to be a little
bit more cautious and submissive. He seemed to notice Zain was a little bit
more observant than the rest of the guests.

       Knowing something a foot was going on in that drink, Zain
refused. Not that he'd stopped his brother, the guy seemed to like whatever
the newly captured servants were serving. Besides, Zain had an idea of what
that liquor truly was, and the thought of his older brother drinking that
from a bunch of naked slaves sent shivers down Zain's spine, the good one.

       "I need to look for Halim!" Zain finally announced, and he stood
up. His brother waved him goodbye as he ravenously drank the mead.

       "Do you want some more mead, my lord? I have a barrel full of it
ready just for you right here!"

       Zain was walking in front of a booth when he heard a servant say
that. Eating away by his own curiosity, Zain looked around making sure
nobody was looking at him. He sneakily opened the velvet curtain and peeked
inside.

       His intuition was right.

       As Zain peeked inside, he could see a noble of Bedouin descent
looking straight into a glass as it was filled with the "mead" the Greek
servant. The mead was freshly fermented and poured from the Greek servant's
bladder straight into the noble's glass.

       "What, you want the extra salt as well? My lord, you've been eating
my salt too much, it needed to rest before I can produce more. Here, let's
not waste your own salt!"

       The servant carried a battered well-fucked Greek sex slave and
forced him to shit out what Zain assumed was the noble's own cum into the
glass full of piss. The servant carried to glass and forcefully fed it to
the noble who was too piss drunk to be aware of what was happening. The
noble was waving his hand around as he was struggling to drink the piss.

       "What? Do you want me to help you drink it? Don't worry, I'll feed
it straight into you."

       The servant set down the glass and pulled the noble roughly onto a
mattress, where he had fucked the sex slave, face down ass up. The servant
pulled up the noble's thobe, revealing a very tight asshole hidden in
between fuzzy asscheek. The servant spat at the asshole, before rubbing his
cockhead on the entrance.

       "Don't worry, this way, you'll get both the salt and the mead." He
said pushing in his cock penetrating the furry ass and making the noble
grunt.

       Betraying the hardness growing in his groin, Zain walked away after
closing the curtain tightly. As he looked around, making sure nobody saw
him or what was happening behind the curtain, he noticed, under dim light
from the candles, that the dining hall was pretty much in a similar
situation, albeit a lot more subtle.

       He watched as a naked slave pissed in a bottle when a noble asked
for a refill behind the said noble. He also caught another slave sticking a
hookah mouthpiece deep in his butt before offering it to a noble he was
serving. Far away from everyone's vision, in a dark corner away from the
light, Zain could make up a few nobles lying around the floor upside down
with their back against the wall and legs over their heads. Their thobe was
pulled down over their chest, but somehow, the faces were not covered like
they were supposed to be. All had their mouth open, and Zain watched as the
servants passed them, they made a quick stop at the faces, squatting, to
empty their cum in their mouths. When they didn't have the time, the
servants made sure to at least sat their naked butts onto the nobles' faces
and farted loud, which the rest of the guests were none the wiser as to
what was happening even if they heard the loud fart. Those who had more
time got to enjoy the asses, and Zain watched some even risked being tardy
when they were called to a table just to dump their load.

       Zain was walking away from the dining hall when he approached a very
intriguing table. It was a normal sight, to untrained eyes, a Bedouin noble
spanking the shit out of his naked slave, granted, stuffing a filled wine
bottle into your slave wasn't that common. The noble had a thin goatee on
his lily-white skin, black eyes, and short black hair. The man's muscle
fitted tightly under the thobe, and Zain could clearly see the man's hard
cock standing firm under it. The naked man was kneeling on the table face
down ass up with a wine bottle deep in his ass. His body was a bit tanned
and hairy, and Zain could see the man was also as muscular if not more. The
naked slave had black hair and a clean-shaven beard, totally a well-prized
slave if Zain ever see one, with features that look similar to Zain. His
eyes were slack just as his jaw drooling spit on the table. The slave's
cheeks were red like a tomato, and there were a couple of pubes scattered
on his sloppy handsome face.

       Although it was hard to see under the dim candlelight, Zain could
make out clearly that the noble wasn't a Bedouin, but a full-grown Greek,
the naked man being spanked the living shit off and stored with wine was
the Bedouin where the Greek got his dress. He remembered them, in passing
as he made rounds with the nobles, the Bedouin was one of the new minor
lords who got the revoked land from an ousted noble, unknown and eager to
make an impression, and he captured the slave in battle. He bragged about
how the slave was cowering and pissing on the battlefield and surrendered
himself to the noble. He was saving the slave's virginity because he wanted
to have a deflowering ceremony with the slaves that he would've gotten from
the spoils of war. Needless to say, he won't be deflowering anyone except
getting his own flower defiled.

       Zain couldn't deny, despite the rough face the Greek man had,
clearly not one of the well-groomed high-ranking Greek generals, he found
him intriguing, especially the expression he made when he beat the real
noble's ass until it was reddish. The Greek man was looking around when
their eyes finally met. At first, Zain could see the panic in the man's
eyes, but he calmed himself quickly. The man feigned confidence as he
thought the shirtless Zain was one of the nobles turned drunken sluts, but
as they held a staring contest against each other, it was clear that Zain
was perfectly sober. The Greek was intrigued by Zain's indifference, but he
didn't want to tempt his fate further. He quickly pulled the wine out of
the noble's ass and stuff it with a plug that the noble himself brought to
play with the slave and potential new slaves. Their eyes never parted as
the Greek drank the rest of the wine and threw the bottle away. He carried
the noble on his shoulder like a sack of meat and made his way passed
Zain. Their faces got closer, and for the first time, they could see each
other clearly, and yet, Zain did nothing to stop him.

       But who he was kidding, the Greek slave was the town fool and he
lived by tempting fate with authorities which led him, after a surprisingly
long time, to be conscripted. The Greek slave spat on two of his
fingers. He pulled down Zain's pants, gave the thick fuzzy bubble ass a
spank right on the crack, and shoved the two fingers up to the knuckles in
one swift motion.

       Zain let out a quiet groan at the sudden intrusion. When he looked
behind, the slave had sauntered away swiftly and still managed to sneak in
another slap at Zain's thick hairy tanned ass beforehand.

       He didn't chase the slave down nor pulled up his pants, and as the
cold air hit his ass, he felt heat rise in his body. He just became sultan
and he already had someone stuck their fingers up his butt. His asshole
quivered from the shame and the cold, or perhaps, Zane hated to admit it,
from the excitement he hadn't felt since his college year in Baghdad.

       He remembered the heat from his body and drugs, the smell of sweat
and cum, and the pleasure he felt. He remembered the past that he was
trying to bury in the past like every other good lord out there who reached
their mature age. He was his family's hope, the only one who can further
the legacy. And yet, there he was, a Sultan, with pants over his bare ass
in a crowded feast, and cock stood demanding action.

       It was the slaves' laughter behind him that made him realize who he
was and where he was. He pulled his pants up and continued walking. The
light was too dim for the people to recognize him, and besides, he changed
his outfit.

       Zain knew Halim would be mad the longer he took his time walking
around, but Zain just had to see what was happening in the cellar. He
thought he heard Ahmed and his brothers were the ones in charge there. When
he arrived, he noticed the cellar was guarded by naked slaves. Zain turned
his away and searched for another way in. He finally found one, not exactly
a way in, but a window.

       Peeking inside, Zain saw two men were laid on the floor on their
backs, each had a Greek slave sitting on their face while another pummeling
in and out of their ass. Zain couldn't see the two men's faces as the
slaves ground and twerked their asses on them while laughing and
fist-bumping with their friends.

       "Hurry up fuckers," Zain ducked his head down when he saw another
pair of slaves on the door on his right, "We hadn't got all night long! We
got to wrap up before the fucking guards are coming back! I also want to
fuck the Arabian princes' pussies! Gotta see what all of the fuss is
about."

       "Fuck off! I haven't fucked the pretty prince's pussy yet! I need to
put a Greek brat in him because they took away my son to slavery." Zain
peered inside again and saw the Greek who sat on the shorter but far more
muscular man speaking.

       "Yeah, wait in line, he got another hundred Greek babies waiting to
be put inside him." Said the one who just came. "Don't worry, the bitches
we hired said the guards are planning to stay at the whorehouse until
morning. We got all night to fuck, and dawn to clean up."

       "Fuck, if only I wait! Now, I hate to settle for this muscle pussy!"
The man who pummeled the shorter muscular guy drilled the poor prince even
harder. "If I can't get into that pretty cunt, I'll better make this one
work!"

       Zain still couldn't see the face, but from the talk, it wasn't hard
to guess who the two princes were.

       "Are you satisfied with your lemon, sir? Do you want the mead?" The
guy who sat on the muscular prince said. He didn't wait for an answer, and
lifted the butt revealing none other than Ahmed, the heir to the Caliphate.

       Ahmed, wasted drunk, tried to open his mouth to answer only for it
to be stuff with the guy's soft cock. The guy's satisfied sigh was enough
to tell Zain that he was pissing down Ahmed's throat. To Zain's surprise,
Ahmed was suckling on the cock as it was pulled away, making a loud plop
sound.

       "Well, I am also ready for your mead, Sweetcheeks," The guy on the
handsome prince also lifted his butt.

       Zain wasn't surprised to see Pasha's handsome face down there.

       Pasha was Hazim's third son, the most handsome of all 8. He was
tall, and his body was toned. Unlike Ahmed, he was hairy all over his body,
though the hair on his upper body was only light dusting. It was his legs
where the hair was overgrown. Surprisingly, his pubes and ass were smooth
as a baby, except in the crack.

       His handsome face had a big sharp pointy nose that matched well with
his square face and sharp jawline. His face looked like it was sculpted,
thanks to the Armenian blood from his mother. He had a light chinstrap
beard and a light dusting for a mustache. His hair was usually slicked to
the back, but now it was ruffled and messy. His face which was usually
clean and pristine was slick and greasy from spit and ass sweat.

       He opened his mouth willingly, welcoming the "tap" for the mead. He
was also wasted like Ahmed, as his dreamy eyes suggested. Similar to Ahmed,
he also suckled on the head before letting it go in a plop. Maybe the
slaves trained them to do that.

       "We'll still be awhile, just let them munch on your asshole, I mean,
your lemon." Said the guy on Pasha's ass laughing and fist-bumping his
fuckmate.

       The two guys nodded but when they looked at each other, they knew
they wanted the same prince. The stare turned to fight quickly as they
tried to sit on Pasha's face. Pasha was mashed around between two asses for
quite some time before one guy relented and dropped his ass on Ahmed's face
reluctantly.

       The slave who won Pasha's face smiled cheekily at the others as he
wiggled his butt. Then without warning, he dropped a loud fart bomb that
was so hard Pasha's hair was blown back.

       Everyone groaned except the one who was fucking Pasha, who instead
said, "Oh fuck! He's getting tighter!" His body was tensed and he clearly
cummed inside Pasha.

       "You like that sweetcheeks? Don't worry, I have another one special
just for you."

       The slave reached behind to position Pasha's nose, and Zain could
see Pasha's pointy nose stood straight across the man's crack, and his
nostril was right at the blowing hole.

       "For fuck sake," the rest of them said before pinching their nose.

       The man arched his back as he let out a long and loud fart straight
into Pasha's nose clearly short-circuiting his brain as his body spasm and
his eyes rolled back. Pasha's 7" cock exploded cum hitting even the guy who
sat on his face.

       "Fuck! I feel bad for the sugartits. You should've saved that for
that prick prince at the latrine. That fucking monster already bleed some
of us even before the sunset with his fucking whip. You should've seen the
men he captured, he forced him to eat his fucking shit! Now, he is stuffed
with their shit while his ass is ripped in half. When I left, they tried to
fit four cocks in him. He's definitely unusable after this, but they let
everyone shit in his mouth, so at least we got one hole to use."

       The fart smelled rotten, but Zain could smell the ecstasy in
them. The familiar smell almost took him back to his college
years. Almost. Probably the first sign he should get away from there. He
felt like if he got caught by those guys, he'd get more than fingers up his
ass this time. He was curious about the "prick prince", but he had a good
idea of who he was, and besides, as he passed the latrine, he could see it
quite crowded by the slaves. He quickly crossed that from his destination
list, lest he disturb whatever happen there. And whatever happened, Zain
knew the guy deserved it.

       Zain made his way back to the dining hall, the guests' bedrooms were
in the other direction across the dining hall. Besides the debauchery still
happening within the hall, Hazim was still pounding his way inside another
young Greek slave. This time, the young man had a lithe slim body and messy
curly hair that looked almost like an afro. Hazim was still fucking doggy,
but this time, he had two naked servants pulling his asscheeks apart. Zain
did see the servants' fingertips inside Hazim's asshole, and he also
realized that the fingers were slowly inching their way inside. He didn't
say a word and rushed towards Halim's room.

       He made his way onto another wing of the manor in which the rooms
were turned into guests' bedrooms. Most of the room was empty, only several
nobles made it safe and virgin to the night, and it seemed his brother,
Karim, was safe as well when he passed his brother's room. He noted
Arhsak's side of the bed, on their double bed, was still empty, and
probably wouldn't be back for the night, otherwise, Karim wouldn't sleep on
his back naked with his 2" cut cock out in the cold air. He'd be on his
stomach while Arshak lay on top of him with dick deep inside his eldest's
brother's gut.

       As he made his way, he passed Aziz's room, Hazim's fourth son. He
was about to pass it, but when he heard a commotion inside, he decided to
peek in. Aziz's buff body was spread-eagled on the bed with his limbs
stretched and tied to a bedpost. Straddling his chest was a handsome Nubian
adonis with luscious lips wearing a gold arm bracelet, gold necklace, and
golden butt plug, fucking a younger Greek sex slave with his 9" uncut black
cock on his lap. He had short kinky black hair and a toned body with
perfect bubble cushioning for an ass. Scattered around the room were
similar bodies of young Greek slaves with their asses gaping open as cum
was gushing out of them.

       He was Zakar, Aziz's favorite man-wife, a term used by the Bedouin
to describe a boy who held the favor of the man of the house even more than
the real wife. It wasn't a good thing for a man to have a "man-wife" since
they would be seen as too soft or weak-minded. It was everything that Aziz
was, so it was fitting for him to have a man-wife.

       On Aziz's lap was another young man riding his cock, but even from
where Zain was peeking, it was clear the size of the hole was too big to
even squeeze Aziz's small 2" cock. The smallest among his siblings. It
wasn't the first time Zain stumbled on Aziz's nighttime activities, so he
was pretty well aware of what had transpired. All of the boys were broken
in by Zakar's huge cock before he gave his "husband" the sloppy soggy
second.

       Zakar groaned as he pumped his thick black cum into the Greek
slave. Zain saw the black cock convulsing as it pumped gallons of cum into
the boy. When he was done, Zakar set the boy's hole in Aziz's mouth as the
cum gushed out like a broken dam. Aziz dutifully ate every single cum that
come out of that ass.

       Zakar then pulled away and stood up. It was then he turned to the
door and noticed Zain was looking. The black man smiled naughtily and blew
Zain a kiss. His anaconda was still sticking out as hard as ever as if he
hadn't filled more than 5 holes with cum. He turned around and twerked his
ass at Zain, before climbing the bed again, in between Aziz's tied legs
this time.

       Although it was hard to see from the side, Zain could make out how
Zakar's pushed his hard cock into Aziz's tight chute while the man
planking. It was their favorite position since Aziz's hole was tighter in
that position, yet somehow, Zakar's huge cock could reach and breach in
easily. It was also the reason why Aziz was convinced he and Zakar were a
match made in Heaven. Zakar might be more feminine and Aziz's man-wife, but
Zain was sure he had seen Aziz getting fucked more than Zakar. Well, he did
see Zakar getting fucked a lot by other men, but not by Aziz.

       After closing the curtain, Zain decided to take a detour to his best
friend's room, he was already stalling anyway, a couple more minutes
wouldn't hurt. Just as he had expected, the curtain was wide open so
everyone could see the sight of the new upcoming general on his stomach,
legs propped up to hold his ass high while the Hindi man above him slammed
his cock home in reverse doggy style, so the stud could see anyone, in this
case, Zain, passing the door just fine.

       Jafar didn't have a huge butt. He had a pair of small firm muscle
glutes that stayed closed together almost in every position Zain had seen
the man in. This time was different. It was parted and stretched until the
skin looked reddish, but that could've been from spanking which Zain knew
his youngest brother loved to do especially if his partner was older. The
tight little pink asshole was also stretched to its limit and turned
reddish black, trying to accommodate the huge brown phallus. He watched as
Jafar's 4" beautiful slim white cock hosed the bed with piss every time the
phallus went in.

       As Zain looked up the butt, above the glistening slender brown body,
he caught his youngest brother looking at him with a wicked grin. Arshak
pulled off his 9" cock from the hole and hold it gaping open for Zain to
see. It was the first time Zain saw the asshole was stretched to that
limit, and he looked in awe at the 9" cock, the obvious sign the brat
wasn't of his father's blood.

       Like a kid, Arshak eagerly showed Zain the bump on Jafar's pubic
when he sunk his cock to the hilt into Jafar and looked like he had done
one of the most impressive things in the world.

       Well, he did.

       Zain gave his brother a thumbs up which made Arshak smile like a
puppy and pound his way deeper into Jafar ignoring the well-being of the
stretched cunt. Zain who didn't want to make Halim wait any longer left
them with the curtain open and made his way to the Caliph's jewel, ignoring
the raging hard-on he had and the bulge he made at the front of his
trouser.

       When Zain parted the curtain into Halim's room, he was greeted by a
familiar sight. Halim was naked, his slender body glistening under
candlelight as he sat on the edge of the bed with a soft cock looking angry
at the fully-clothed and apologetic handsome Jamal who smiled at the prince
awkwardly, no doubt Halim's advances were rebuffed again by the handsome
man. Halim wasn't ugly.  If Pasha was known to have a handsome face with
strong and sharp features, then Halim was on the softer side. His small
face and small eyes didn't make him look weird or ugly, instead, it
accentuated his full pink lips even more. His jaw was broad but curved
instead of sharp. His thick curly hair that he kept long made him looked
even more lascivious, yet somehow, he looked like a siren, but not a
harlot. Though in reality, Zain knew Halim was the latter albeit a tame
one.

       His body was also as beautiful as his face. With no fat and a smooth
body, he rocked his slightly toned body well, especially with his firm
chest.

       "Took you long enough. Now that you're a sultan, I am surprised you
haven't abandoned me to find another slut." Halim spat at him as Zain
entered the room. That being said, although he was upset at Zain, he
couldn't help but fixated on Zain's hard cock.

       "I am sorry, I was occupied."

       "Yeah, with drinks and the Greek slaves, I bet." Halim nodded at
Zain's hard-on.

       Jamal let out an awkward cough and made a finger gun to the door
with both of his hands, "I guess that is my cue to go." When he passed
Zain, he leaned in and whispered, "Good luck." Then gave Zain a good luck
spank on the ass for good measure.

       Zain shook his head and moved closer to Halim. He kneeled and folded
his arms on top of Halim's thighs. "I didn't drink. You can smell my
breath. As to my hands, well, I can't prove it, but I am willing to make it
up to you."

       Zain leaned in pushing his body against Halim and forced his nose
into Halim's crook while his hands made their way to Halim's butt. He
inhaled Halim's citruses perfume deeply and licked the neck. Zain's mind
was intoxicated despite hadn't drunk any alcohol that night.

       Halim was giggling as he caressed Zain's short woolly hair.

       Zain looked up at Halim who was looking back at him smiling. He
leaned in for a soft kiss. Then, he pulled away and looked at Halim's
pretty eyes with a desire burning within him.

       "You don't smell alcohol, right?" He asked.

       Halim looked away playfully, "But you're still late."

       "I know. I did say I'll make it up to you." Zain leaned onto Halim's
neck and traced his tongue down the neck to the tit while his fingers
reached for the asshole, grazing in with the tip lightly multiple times.

       Halim let out a moan and propped his legs up the bed so Zain had
better access to his hole. The man knew every button on his body, and that
was part of why he loved Zain dearly. Halim wanted to return the favor, so
he moved his feet up Zain's throbbing crotch.

       Zain, instead, pushed it away and said, "Tonight is all about you,
Princess." Zain pushed Halim and rolled the legs until Halim's bubble ass
was upturned. "Yeah, you must've missed me all night, don't you Princess,"
Zain said breathing hard on the quivering hole, tapping it lightly with his
finger.

       Halim was surprised by the roughness, but he was excited. Zain was
usually calm and polite, full of restraint, and their session, although
mostly vanilla, was intimate and romantic. This time, clearly Zain wanted
to be rougher and Halim welcomed the sensation and the new side of Zain.

       He let out a loud moan when he felt Zain's tongue lapping at his
hole to his taint. Then he felt him kissing his asshole hard and pushing
his tongue lightly on his hole. Halim pushed out as Zain made out with his
hole. He was loving every second of Zain sucking on the rim of his asshole
and pushing his tongue down his ass as if he was cajoling his asshole to
open bit by bit.

       He ran his tongue up and down, from the crack to the taint, and it
get farther until Halim felt the tongue graze his balls.

       At first, it was only under the balls, as Zain's nose hogging his
ball sack, but then he felt the tongue run across the mid-section of the
sack, and the next time the tongue ran back up, it traveled across his
shaft on to his cock glans, where the tongue trickled the under-side of his
hood. Halim moaned loudly as Zain ran laps from his asshole to his 6"
thin-cut cock.

       Halim watched as Zain latched his mouth on Halim's asshole with his
nose pressed on Halim's ballsack. He watched as Zain's eyes rolled back
when he inhaled the deep sweaty citrusy musk, and second after, it was
Halim's turn to roll his eyeballs back when Zain whistled air into his
asshole.

       Zain didn't need to look back to know Jamal was watching while
jerking his cock behind the curtain door. He did that every single night
Zain spent the night with Halim, and Zain knew Jamal knew that he
knew. Zain never said a word, and truth be told, knowing Jamal was jerking
at him getting his cock an inch harder. He never did anything and just let
Jamal watch.

       However, Zain felt different than usual. Everything that had
happened, everything that Zain saw happening, and the desire and lust that
he tried to bury down inside him came barging from his balls straight to
his brain.

       With his back facing Jamal, Zain pulled his trousers down and arched
his bare hairy ass at him. Zain reached under his balls to his asshole and
tapped it with his middle finger as it opened trying to suck the finger
in. He could hear Jamal's audible gasp in between Halim's moan when parted
his asshole with two fingers and pushed out his asshole.

       Zain didn't stop there. He pulled his hand and reached behind on
each side of his asshole with fingers hooking on the hole ready. He looked
at Halim's eyes which were also gone in ecstasy, and as he inhaled deep, he
pulled his asshole to the limit, stretching it wide so Jamal, his
companion, his underling, could see the deepest part of his body, the
source of his hunger that hadn't been seen by anyone for a long time.

       "Fuck!" He heard Jamal exclaim looking at Zain's spasming flesh pink
canal that looked extremely erotic around his brownish skin, Jamal had to
admit.

       Zain pulled away and looked at the mess that was Halim. His ass was
contracting lasciviously at him while Halim's 6" hard cock hosing his
beautiful face with precum some of which got onto his lips making it even
redder. As if that wasn't enough, the slut was fingering his own nipples
while his long cocksucking tongue extended to get some of the precum
trailed into his mouth, the trick he learned from the beloved Han.

       He laid Halim's ass back on the bed, and stood away, "Hold your legs
up still, Princess, I want to get a good look at you."

       Halim obeyed, he even reached under to pull his cheeks apart.

       Zain didn't look at Halim's princess brown star, however, he turned
to look at Jamal, who was on his knees jerking his 7" cock naked as usual,
and was surprised to find Amir was also there still with no cloth.

       He was grinning mischievously at Zain and held a finger over his
mouth.

       Zain watched as Amir inched his 6" cock closer to Jamal's beard and
spurted globs of precum on it. Jamal was too busy wanking his cock
furiously while his eyes were fixated looking at both Zain and Halim's hole
to notice.

       Zain shook his head smiling, but from the jolt his cock suddenly
felt when Amir dropped the precum bomb on Jamal's beard, Amir knew Zain
liked it.

       Zain looked back at Halim who was unknowingly showing his asshole to
Amir and Jamal, and he imagined how Hazim would kill the two for looking at
a sight that was reserved for Zain. Yeah, Hazim knew their relationship and
even encouraged it ever since he knew Halim had the hots for Zain.

       Zain was always nice and sweet, and he was the charmer one between
all of Abdul's sons. So when Abdul took his sons to court and other
political business, Zain was always the one leaving a strong impression,
and one such person falling in love with Zain was Halim. Even from the
short times they spent together when Abdul was alive, Halim was
infatuated. When Abdul died, Zain was the one taking his father's
diplomatic business and spent more and more time in the court. Zain, for
his part, was on and off about Halim. Yes, they were close and he was
pretty, but Zain saw Halim as his little brother than a slut. Besides, he
was leaving his man-on-man romance past back in Baghdad, as much as he
could anyway. Halim, on the other hand, was young, and Hazim's overzealous
protection made him a spoiled brat who was oblivious to societal
expectations. Zain was unsure whether or not to take the risk of tangling
with the Caliph's son though it would be a strong political move albeit a
dangerous one. And he did care for the younger man, he believed he wasn't
the man that Halim needed.

       That being said, it was still stung when Halim's love for Zain was
easily washed away by the Han's cum down the pretty princess's shit canal.

       Even the thought of it still infuriated Zain.

       He looked at the pert tight butt with a different flame, of both
lust and anger as he strike it hard with his palm.

       "Ouch!"

        "I've been so nice to you and you couldn't even wait for a minute!?
You fucking spoiled brat!" Zain hammered Halim's ass hard with his palm.

       "Ouch! It hurts! I am sorry, Zain! I am sorry!" Halim begged for
mercy, but even he couldn't deny his cock was getting harder with each
strike, a fact that didn't get past Zain."

       "You like it, you fucking spoiled brat with a cum guzzling
cheesecock eating shit for brain father!? Since he was too dumb to teach
you some manner, I am going to do it for you, you hear me, boy!?"

       "Yes! Yes! Daddy! Please forgive me, Daddy!"

       Love my ass!

       The first time Halim met the Han man was when he heard about the
amazing massage the man gave and he made his way to receive the "divine"
massage himself. Not even ten minutes in, the man had already mounted
Halim's virgin ass. He made Halim squirt in no time and many times,
drenching Halim in his own piss. The massage was so mind-blowing Halim
couldn't walk after and had to be carried on a wide plank with strict
instructions to hold his legs up all the way home. The entire town gathered
around the pathway looking at Halim's battered and leaking asshole as he
was carried back to the palace.

       Zain who was at the palace at the time watched as blood rushes
through Hazim's face when the Caliph saw his favorite jewel defiled and
humiliated. Hazim hurried Halim to be carried to the bedroom and followed
suit. It was always fascinating for Zain, the only one allowed inside, to
watch how Halim's sweet words dissipated and turned the anger in Hazim's
face into a hidden cautious admiration.

       The next day, Hazim was raiding the massage parlor with the town
guard. He didn't want to kick the man, and was intrigued by the massage
himself he confided in Zain, but he couldn't let a heathen stay or he would
lose face. He would lose more than his face and descent even further the
moment he stepped into the parlor.

       The man had no fear nor care shown on his face. Instead, he
challenged Hazim, if he could give Hazim the best massage that would turn
his life, not only he could keep his faith, but he'll also stay at Hazim's
court as the court physician. So, it was decided.

       The parlor itself was very beautiful, Zain had to admit, it had an
artificial garden created in the front yard with many plants and trees. It
even had a special platform in the middle which had a massage table on it
where everyone could see clearly when someone was being massaged. The table
also had a hole in the crotch region. That was where Hazim received his
massage, while the crowd gathered outside the side of the yard.

       Hazim lay cockily on the table on his stomach naked with his cock
dangling through the hole; behind him, the Han stood in his translucent
short silky white robe that showed his loin breeches. However, when the Han
poured oil over his body, Hazim already gasped.

       Everyone watched as the Caliph's strong and sturdy back muscle
melted and turned into butter under the Han's finger, kneading it like a
lump of clay. Hazim did not grunt, he squealed in a high-pitch voice that
turned into moans as the fingers danced his muscle. Five minutes hadn't
passed, yet Hazim was sweating and moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock
was hard and leaking precum into the pot under the table the Han had placed
beforehand.

       The Han lifted one of Hazim's arms slightly to "massage" his
nipple. Even before he pinched and squeezed the protruding nipple, Hazim
let out incoherent laughs that sounded like a moan. When the Han moved on
to the other side, someone pointed out Hazim had already cum.

       It was then everyone discovered that the platform can be rotated. A
Han manservant rotated the platform so now Hazim's head was pointing at the
right side of the yard, where the market and the most crowded audience
were, and where Zain was. Then the servant rose to the platform, and
without any respect, lifted Hazim's head by the hair.

       Hazim's sweaty face was red and in pure bliss. His eyes were looking
straight at the crowd, but Zain was sure Hazim was no longer there. When
the Han pushed a finger into Hazim's shoulder muscle, his eyes rolled back
as he howled in pleasure. His nose flared leaking snot, and drolls soaked
his beard.

       With his free hand, the Han untangled his loincloth and spat at it,
before giving it to his manservant.

       Everyone was stunned when the manservant, who was still holding
Hazim's face in place with one hand, wiped the Caliph's face with the
loincloth roughly. He even forcefully wiped Hazim's tongue with the soiled
cloth while Hazim moaned through the debasement. When he was done, the man
stored the cloth inside his own loincloth.

       The platform was then turned again by other servants while the
manservant held Hazim's head still. This time, Hazim's feet and ass were
facing Zain. He watched as the Han guided Hazim's hands to spread his own
ass apart, and the tight hole was winking right at the crowd. Then another
servant came up, he was slim and lithe, but Zain wasn't sure of his
heritage. Zains swore the handsome servant gave a cheeky smile at him
before stretching Hazim's asshole apart with his fingers.

       Arshak who was on the other side told Zain that despite grunting in
pain when his asshole was stretched, Hazim was smiling. It was when the Han
poured the oil straight into Hazim's hole the Caliph's eyes turned white
and he began laughing and moaning like a maniac. Even his body was
convulsing, and his veins bulged like they were about to burst. Zain who
was in direct view of the asshole watched as the last drop of the oil was
poured into it, the hole opened and closed wildly like it was gulping the
oil. The manservant wiped Hazim's face one last time with the cloth he kept
inside his loinclothed with thorough mouth cleaning as well before gagging
Hazim with it, and he then tied the gag over Hazim's mouth using his
loincloth.

       The other weird servant blew Zain a kiss before disappearing behind
the row of servants.

       The Han man climbed on the surprisingly sturdy table, but then again
the Han was small and slim, and rubbed his 2" cock over the crack of
Hazim's ass. The platform was rotated around, giving enough time for the
audience to get a good look at their Caliph's ass crack was rubbed by a
heathen cock. The Han explained that the Caliph's body was strained, inside
and out, including his spirit. The Han who was done massaging the outside
muscle explained that he wished to move into the inside. Zain, of course,
noticed there were many parts on Hazim's body the Han hadn't massaged, feet
for example, but he remained silent.

       The Han hiked Hazim's ass up while the Han position himself above
Hazim with the cock staring down at Hazim's ass, the cock head was kissing
the asshole. He watched as the small cock went easily inside the tight
asshole, and emptied balls to ass. The cock was small, yet Hazim moaned
like he was penetrated by a battering ram. The platform was rotated as the
Han pulled out. He repeated the same movement to the other side.

       Then the Han reached forward, and hooked his hand on Hazim's nose,
making the Caliph look like a pig, pulling Hazim into doggy. As the hand
began hammering his cock into Hazim, the huge man crawled forward,
descending from the massage table, while carrying the Han man behind
him. It was as if Hazim was a puppet doll and the Han was playing him with
his cock.

       Eyes were watching in awe as Hazim truly carried the man on his ass,
while the Han, feet off the ground, rutting himself on Hazim like a rabbit
rutting a wolf. Though wolf might not be appropriate. Hazim was walking on
all fours while the Han pulled his nose like a pig from behind. When the
Han told Hazim to oink, Hazim did it like he was truly a pig. The position
was also funny because the Han mam was way shorter than Hazim, so Hazim had
to arch his body and even head so the Han could reach forward. The Han kept
pistoning while Hazim made laps around the yard.

       When he was satisfied, the Han rode Hazim back to the massage table
and laid Hazim back on his stomach. The Han slapped Hazim's ass once and
called his servants forward. He ordered them to milk the Caliph.

       Zain watched as the servants took their turn on the Caliph's ass,
finger-fucking him, and churned the cum out of the cock. When the pot below
was half full, the Han made Hazim shat another half out from his ass, the
Han's previous cum. Hazim's head, then, was dunked into the bucket until
his hair disappeared before the man had him drink the entire bucket of cum
in one sitting. He wasn't done.

       With fingers up Hazim's ass, the Han walked the Caliph towards a
nearby tree and Zain swore he could see the man's hand move around inside
the ass before Hazim's cock rose and hosed the tree in front of him with a
strong pressure piss. He moved Hazim's hip around to water the grass around
before moving to the next plant. After having Hazim piss a quarter of the
yard, he had three servants replace him; Two lifted Hazim by the legs on
each side, and the last one supported Hazim's back while his fingers turned
the valve inside the ass. They watched as their own Caliph being used like
a sprinkler by the Han man to water the parlor's garden.

       Hazijm ended up sleeping at the parlor that night as the Han said
the message was not over, but the next procedure would be in private, as he
had won the challenge. Nobody argued since the Caliph himself didn't say a
word when he was guided inside by a servant using a broomstick up his ass.

       At night, Zain was forcefully pulled by Arshak to the parlor as
somebody was leaking information to him about the place where they could
peek inside the parlor master bedroom. The twin and Yousef had already
arrived there peeking inside the tall bush wall. The wall was not designed
to hide anything, as every one of them could clearly see inside the
bedroom. It was an open bedroom with a huge bed. There was no wall, only
plants around, and even an artificial water fountain and pond combo. The
bedpost had silk curtains on them, but it was tied open to the post. They
watched as the Han contorted and pulled Hazim's body in a manner and
position that they didn't even know a human could do, all the while
jackhammering the hole without mercy. He loudly told Hazim how he was only
a hole for a cock to use, and true to his words, the Han used him like
nothing but a cumdump. It was only later they realized the Han held Hazim
even lower than that. The Han didn't only use Hazim as his cumdump, but he
also used him as his chamberpot. He pissed right inside Hazim's mouth or
inside his ass and continued pounding.

       The next day, Hazim was carried on an open litter with only a throne
on it. Hazim was laid on his back, head on the throne while his body was
supported with a stool. His legs were pulled over his shoulders while the
Han sat on his face. The manservant who was in charge of cleaning Hazim's
face was now holding two paddles which he used to beat Hazim's
ass. Embedded on his ass was a smoking pipe with a golden dragon head, it
was letting out smoke as they paraded around the town. When they arrived at
Hazim's palace, the Han began his service as a court physician.

       His service was only massages and healthcare at the beginning, but
it gradually encroaching on advising Hazim's personal life and even
influencing the court itself. It was because of Han's advice Hazim
discovered his taste for cock cheeses.

       But it wasn't all negative. There was a positive development in
Halim who turned from a shy innocent kid into the charming debutante that
he was, though there were many other changes that made anyone who looked
raised their eyebrow. The only thing they could do if they didn't want to
taste Hazim's iron fists.

       The Han man had his own room in the palace, but he decided to spend
his night in Halim's room, giving him late-night massages through the ass
until morning before he made his way to Hazim, if he felt like it. Most of
the time, he spent his time checking Hazim's harem members' health.

       Of course, he wouldn't dare to disrespect Hazim, so he had his
servants, which consist of slaves from various ethnicity, sitting on the
throne naked with hard cock ready to massage Hazim's ass if the Han didn't
make it. They'd follow Hazim everywhere and tried their best to keep
pounding Hazim as he walked. Hazim came to like sitting on the throne with
a dick in the ass, so he spent more time attending his court instead of
going to war, which was a good thing for his vassals.

       The Han also enjoyed the privilege of everyone asshole at the court,
and if they weren't at the court, Hazim would provide. Like he did when the
Han wanted to arrange an orgy, ahem, a medical check-up for the rest of
Hazim's family. Hazim didn't only gather his sons, he also gathered his
brothers, their sons, his uncles, and his cousins. How did the Han man find
the stamina to fuck every single one of them, Zain didn't know, but he
knew, from Hazim himself, that in that week they took "meditating" in
seclusion, every single man in the main branch of the Ummayyah dynasty,
including the Sultan of Andalusia, came out with their ass full of cum. He
forbade them to shit the cum out to let it be absorbed into their body. The
Han did give them a pill so they didn't need to shit for days. What a
considerate man.

       With such influence on Hazim's family, it was no surprise when the
Han man was gone, Halim was heartbroken. Even if Hazim refused to admit it,
he too was as heartbroken as Halim.

       That was when Zain was finally back into Halim's picture and Hazim
laid down a heavy "subtle" cue for Zain to make his move, a cue that felt
more like a threat. So, Zain came into Halim's room that night, returning
the love.

       To be fair, Zain didn't feel like he was loved. He felt like he was
a spare hole.

       A feeling that he tried to ignore because it hurt his pride so
much. Because it gave him affirmation that all this time, he was actually
feeding off Halim's admiration towards him, playing the young man whom he
thought of as his own brother, like a douchebag. It made him feel childish.

       He let out all of those pent-up frustrations as he beat Halim's ass
without mercy.

       Halim was sobbing, but his cock was red hard, and ready to explode.

       Taking in the sight in front of him, after letting out some of his
frustration, he felt conflicted. He felt guilty, guilty for taking
everything out on Halim, and guilty for being someone whom he was not. Yet,
strangely, he felt liberated, like a burden on his shoulder was lifted even
just for a second. And his dick was undoubtedly hard as fuck. Besides,
Halim might be crying, but the lustful look in his eyes told a different
story.

       He took off his trousers and stood naked looking at the peeping toms
at the door frame. He basked under their gazes, even turning his body
around, showing every single curve and muscle on his body to them. He
caressed his short woolly black hair and flexed his arm while he was at it,
showing his toned brown body. His hands trailed down his firm chest and
squeezed each pec firm one by one and pulled the titties for good
measure. His abs weren't eight-pack but still was a firm six without a
single fat. His cock was a 5" cut cock, courtesy of his mother's male
relatives who mostly packed a 9" anaconda, bringing it up from his father's
single inch which he was most grateful for. He did inherit the bottle
thickness that his maternal male family members had. Certainly, his
father's effort to buy, liberate, and suck Zain's mother's father, two
brothers, and grandfather from slavery didn't go to waste, not to mention
buying a plot of land in Kairwan for his mother's dowry. His ass was two
sizeable cushions, fluffy, and meaty, as big as his firm thighs. When he
jiggled them with his hands, they bounced and rippled. The globes were
mostly smooth, except for the hairs in the crack to his legs.

       It was not the first time Jamal see him naked, but every time, he
always had the same adoring eyes with subtle hidden desire, like he was
about to pluck and taste a forbidden fruit. Zain? He loved to torture Jamal
by posing sultrily.

       He walked to the drawer and pulled out an oil, a mixture of
aphrodisiac and lubrication. He slathered it on Halim's asshole, feeling
the starfish quiver as the oil lit the nerved around it on fire. He could
hear Jamal and Amir gulp when they saw Halim's asshole spasming wildly.

       Zain poured the oil onto his cock, and gasped at the sudden heat
burning his crotch, making it ready to burst. He jerked his cock once to
cover it in the oil, and he felt he almost cum from all of that. He lined
his dick right at the entrance to Halim's canal angling himself, so his
audience could watch how did the hole munch on the tip of his cock.

       "Oh fuck!" All four of them groaned when Zain's 5" bottle-thick cock
split the princess's canal open.

       Zain didn't wait for Halim to get used to his size like he usually
did. He kept pushing and once he felt his bush was pushing against Halim's
bubble butt, he pulled back and piledrived his hip back repeatedly. It
wasn't only Halim's butt that bounced from the impact, even Zain's butt
bounced and hit against each other.

       Zain knew it wouldn't take him long to bust out, especially after
what had happened from exposing Hazim, drugging Ghafari, the entire nobles
in feast getting cunted by the slaves including Hazim's own sons, Arshak
and Jafar's shenanigans, the oil in his cock, and Halim's ass muscle
milking his sensitive cock. So, when he felt the ass suddenly gripping him
like a vice as Halim's cock explode, Zain pulled back for one last slam as
deep as he could to dump his load.

       Zain slumped onto Halim as they panted. They were spent and
exhausted, yet somehow, Halim was the only one who was satisfied. Zain
cummed buckets inside Halim, that he was sure of. Yet, he felt something
was amiss, something was lacking. So, he looked at Halim's cock again and
decided to have more fun. He reached for Halim's sensitive cock, who
thought nothing at first, but suddenly screamed and moaned when Zain madly
rubbed his sensitive glans.

       "Zain! What the fuck! Stop! Fuck me!" Halim was so shocked he sat
and tried to push Zain away but he was too spent to do anything. Not that
he could under normal circumstances either since Zain was way
stronger. That was when he noticed both Jamal and Amir at the door with
puddles of cum at their feet.

       Zain who realized Halim was finally aware of their audience, pulled
his cock and moved to Halim's side with hands still shining Halim's glans.

       "Zain, please!" Halim said leaning on Zain's chest and grabbing the
muscular arm.

       "Why Princess? You like it when that Han makes you squirt, why can't
you let me do it for you? Show them, Halim, show them how a princess
squirts! C'mon, you slut, squirt!"

       Halim's begging became high-pitched moans as Zain turned up his
speed, and within seconds, Halim's cock explode for the second time, only
this time it shot piss through the roof before drenching both Halim and
Zain.

       Zain held Halim as he used his hand to aim the golden shower at
their body and Halim's open mouth which didn't even stop moaning even after
being filled with piss. After both the piss and the moan calm down, Zain
laid Halim's shocked body on the bed.

       Halim was a mess, drenched in piss, with messy hair, red eyes, and a
leaking asshole. He held onto Zain's hand and asked stuttering, "W-will
y-you sleep with m-me?" Halim looked at Zain conflictedly, unsure of what
he thought of what just happened. He couldn't deny the new things that they
had done were wonderful. But the fact that it was Zain who did it to him
made him conflicted.

       Zain kissed Halim's forehead, and said, "No, Jamal will be your body
pillow for tonight."

       "Wait, what?" Jamal shouted across the room.

       "Amir, rip his clothes off."

       Jamal yelped when he felt Amir's hands on his body, and it didn't
even take half a minute for Jamal to stand naked in front of Zain.

       "When I said entertain Halim, I want you to entertain him. If you
don't want to give him your cock, then I don't give a fuck what you do, but
you better find a way to keep him entertained. Now sleep and spoon him and
you better keep your cock hard and rub it on his fucking hole!" Zain
himself was shocked hearing his own tone, and when he saw Jamal's glassy
eyes, he felt even more horrible. "I am a Sultan now. I need you to obey
what I said, lest others think nothing of me."

       Zain didn't know why he thought that would somehow make everything
better. He wasn't surprised when it didn't. He watched as Jamal slowly
walked towards the bed avoiding making eye contact with him.

       Zain who didn't want to worsen the mood, made his way outside of the
room walking past Amir in silence. It was when he was in the corridor Amir
suddenly pulled him into a deep tender kiss. Zain wanted to push Amir away,
but he was too tired and pent up. So, he let Amir kiss him and even opened
his mouth.

        Amir used this as an opportunity to feed Zain even more of his
saliva. To Amir's credit, the kiss did feel good, and Zain melt like butter
into Amir's embrace. He even let Amir's hand squeeze his asscheeks while
the other hand patted his asshole. It didn't develop into something more,
as Amir suddenly pulled away, grinning.

       "Thought that might cheer you up a little bit, Princess." He pecked
Zain on the lips. "Good night." He said, leaving Zain after sneaking in a
slap in the butt.

       Zain just stood there watching Amir left while touching his lips. It
was sweet, but it wasn't enough, he was afraid.

       Zain made his way, not to his bedroom that the servant had prepared
for him, instead, he went to his brother's bedroom where Karim was still
laying on his back naked. It was obvious Arshak was sleeping in Jafar's
bedroom, so it was okay for Zain to crash in.

       Zain walked to his eldest brother's naked body and reached in for
the small balls. Despite having small balls, the pouch hung quite low.

       He pulled them hard and watched as his brother's body jerked and his
muscle tensed, but the eyes were still closed. He did let an awful fake
snore.

       Then, he gave another strong jerk which made Karim groan and the
cock jumped in attention, still not opening his eyes, but he turned his
hunk body around, sleeping on his stomach instead.

       It was their unspoken secret code for when Zain was feeling
distressed and needed someone, and Karim didn't sleep with Arshak. One pull
to wake Karim up, and another to signal Zain was stressed.

       Zain climbed on the bed and on Karim's huge back, which was
surprisingly comfortable to lay on. Despite having a humongous meaty bubble
phat ass, it was easy for anyone to stick their cock inside Karim. Zain,
and his other brothers, always felt safe sleeping on Karim's back.

       Although it felt tight, Zain found it easy to push his thick already
hard cock inside his eldest brother's chute without any
resistance. Probably because the asshole was already molded to the shape of
Arshak's cock which was bigger and longer than Zain.

       Then he felt it again. Something was burning inside him.

       He pressed his hip harder on his brother's big fat cushions, dick
digging deeper into the hole, and leaned his head forward to his brother's
ear who still feigned sleep.

       "Arshak is right to call you his fleshlight."

       He felt the ass tighten as he clogged his eldest brother's plumbing
with piss.

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       I had always planned this series, or rather saga, to have more than
one main perspective. While in Francia we see the world from the West and
explore the raising tension between the Western power and their rival the
Caliphate, this story will tell it from inside the Caliphate's perspective.
I do plan this story to be... rougher and kinkier than Francia, so I'll try
to explore further regarding what kink I'll include. I hope you all love
this story and will follow both Francia and this one!

       If you have any thoughts or questions, feel free to reach out to me!
I love hearing from my readers!