Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 03:01:40 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Sultanate of Rum chapter 2

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       "Zain... Zain... Wake up."

       Zain felt a comfortable squeeze around his cock as the voice under
him called. He moaned with pleasure, opening his eyes to his eldest
brother's huge wide back, and pushed his morning wood deeper into him.

       "Unghh..." Karim tried to suppress his moan when Zain began grinding
his cock in and out of his hole, "Zain, we need to do morning prayer. A
servant said Hazim is waiting for you in the prayer hall."

       The thought of a naked Greek slave looking at him, the new sultan,
cock deep in his brother's ass sent his already hard wood over the edge. As
Zain's mind snapped to the image of the previous night's feast where all of
the naked Greek slaves fed the Arab masters their double-distilled piss
mead with cum topping, his cock blasted more cum than he thought he had
left straight into Karim's bottomless shithole.

       Zain took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as the ecstasy
subsided and his cock softened. He could feel his brother's ass muscle
gripping his soft cock hard to keep it inside.

       "Don't you need to take a leak as well, brother?" He heard Karim
said.

       Zain was going to use the chamberpot, but if his brother offered to
be one, it would be rude for him to refuse. Both Zain and Karim groaned
when Zain's piss filling into his brother's all-in-one dumping hole. When
he was done, Zain pulled away from his brother, kneeling behind the giant
muscle dumptruck, and spread the asscheeks apart.

       The hole was easily parted open even without much force. Zain
gathered the phlegm that had been bothering his throat since he woke up
with a cough, and spat out a hefty amount into Karim's dumptruck. Karim was
such an accommodating big brother that he never minded carrying any kind of
trash inside his brother threw inside his ass.

       Zain stood up and went straight ahead into the manor's praying room,
Hazim probably knew that they were too hammered to go to the mosque so he
instead led the prayer in the house. He just didn't know that his subjects
were hammered in more ways than one. Zain was glad he didn't wear any
clothing so he could just go to the washing room made specifically for
mandatory partial ablution before praying. It was only a quick cleanup for
your head, arms, and legs. The morning prayer was quick, only two sets, so
Zain quickly made his way.

       The prayer hall wasn't actually a hall. It was an open field, quite
huge surrounded by an artificial garden and pond. There was nothing but
sand and dirt. On the field were people, the nobles and servants alike,
praying in rows of tight lines without a single thread on their
bodies. Wealth was owned by God, and humans owned nothing, and a prayer was
a way for them to show submission to God. Hence, during prayer, one
shouldn't own anything, not even a cloth, to show his utmost submission to
God.

       The prayer was almost done on their first set as when Zain arrived,
the people had already prostrated on the ground, head down and ass
up. Hazim was the one leading them at the front alone, his ass was the
highest and easily seen by Zain.

       Besides waking up, the cold breeze was the biggest challenge of the
morning prayer that was scheduled during dawn. If the cold breeze during
the morning prayer made the assholes of the guests quiver, then for Hazim,
it made his hole spasm wildly.

       Zain could see Hazim was rock hard under and the cock was leaking
precum straight to the ground.

       It wasn't hard to find Arshak among all of them, other than his skin
color somewhat stood out between the Mashriqi naked bodies, there was his
oversized dong almost touching the ground. Beside him was Jafar's bruised
asshole, which failed to close completely, as it leaked a small but steady
stream of Arshak's cum down his legs. Zain was intrigued by how Jafar was
going to hide that from the rest of the guests.

       Zain also noticed Arshak's brown tight virgin hole was opening
slightly. It wasn't hard for Zain to guess what his youngest brother was
doing. It was forbidden for one to fart during prayer, and Arshak's ass was
beaten numerous times during their childhood by their father, Abdul, for
that reason. But Arshak couldn't hold his gas inside for the life of him,
especially during morning prayer when the dawn breeze kept filling gas back
into his body. So he mastered this technique of silent farting where he let
out a silent long fart throughout the prayer. His morning fart smelled like
a rotten corpse; Zain was unfortunate enough to be praying behind him one
morning.

       And it brought delight to Zain's heart when he saw the one right
behind Arshak was Ghafari and his Persian entourage. He didn't notice it
the first time around, but Ghafari seemed to shave his butt hair and legs,
leaving only soft fuzzy hair. Ghafari's cock was red and kept lurching
wildly spewing droplets of... cum? Piss? Zain didn't care. The effect of
the drug must've remained still.

       All of Hazim's sons were missing except Aziz and Halim. Halim was
praying behind his father, taking his eldest brother's spot while Aziz was
in the far left corner of the first row. In front of him was Aziz's
man-wife, Zakar, lying, not prostrating, on his stomach flat to the
ground. Where everyone placed their face on the sandy dirt, Aziz planted
his face deep inside his man-wife's crack, inhaling the musk deeply and
loudly. If you guessed the Han had anything to do with this, then you'd be
correct.

       Aziz's relationship with Zakar wasn't as strong before, at least not
publicly. The first time Aziz met Zakar was during one of Hazim's visits to
Qahirah when Zakar was still Sekhem's sex slave. He was smitten at the
first sight. Of course, the Nubian was the one who seduced the prince in
the first place, but Aziz was eating cum right out of Zakar's ass from the
first night, literally. Anonymous cum. Nobody knew what Aziz offered Sekhem
in exchange for the slave, but he got his hand on Zakar right after.

       Well, Hazim didn't know, but Aziz had confessed to the Han and later
to Zain that he lost his virginity to Sekhem and was DPed by both Sekhem
and Zakar on the same night. Then in the morning, he was placed inside a
gloryhole casket toilet as Sekhem's toilet, which Hazim also took the
liberty of using to spite Sekhem, unaware that his own son was the one
inside.

       Zakar was brought home as a slave at first, as bringing a slave, one
that had years of service to an infamous man such as Sekhem, straight into
your harem would make the neighbors talk, especially since it was Aziz who
was the receiving end. They had to sneak fucking time in between their
schedule, and Aziz knew Hazim would be livid if he knew what he was doing
with Zakar, the then slave.

       Then The Han came.

       Aziz was right, and Hazim was livid, but the Han had managed to
convince Aziz that Zakar and thus his love for the man deserved
better. With the Han's help, Hazim accepted Zakar into Aziz's life as his
man-wife, complete with a private wedding ceremony attended by him as the
officiant, his sons, the Han, and Zain's family. The Han showed Aziz and
Zakar's relationship as strengthening both men's faith and bond to God by
using a rite during prayer from a lost teaching of an ulema that somehow
got into his hand. That was, for Aziz to prostrate straight into Zakar's
ass.

       Hazim also confessed to Zain that he was regularly fucking Zakar
before, and they managed to sneak a goodbye fuck right before the
wedding. Then, the fuck between them only happened rarely, usually when
Hazim was extremely pent up and Zakar was flaunting his chocolate cake
right on Hazim's face, and Hazim was always hungry when he was angry.

       It did make it easier for Hazim to accept the black Nubian as his
son's not-so-secret man-wife, and when Aziz was away, Hazim even replaced
Aziz's duty to motorboat Zakar's cake during their prayer. Sometimes, when
Hazim felt an extreme hunger for the chocolate cake, before praying, he
would just order Zakar to lie in front of him right in front of Aziz's face
and everyone watching.

       It was then Karim arrived at the prayer hall, tapping Zain on the
shoulder and gesturing him to join the line.

       Zain stopped Karim and pointed out at Arshak and Ghafari. Karim gave
a quiet snort and a thumbs up when he saw what Zain meant. They waited
until the first set ended and the second set began.

       You see, during a prayer, the followers give a moment before they
follow after the leader. Arshak had never waited a moment and just followed
the leader right after. The next move after the prostration was standing,
and after Hazim announced the queue for standing, Arshak was already
standing while the people around him rose from their prostration sitting.

       This meant that Arshak's butt was right on Ghafari's face when the
Sultan of Persia rose, and Arshak was also aware of this fact as he arched
his ass and strut it as far back as he could. He succeded as Ghafari's
nose, which was moving from sitting to standing, was right in front of
Arshak's asshole which was constantly blowing the rotten fart.

       "Sneeze you motherfucker." Zain wished under his breath, loud enough
for Karim to hear.

       God was clearly hearing Zain's prayer. While Arshak's hole was
blowing straight into Ghafari's nostril, a sneeze was coming. Ghafari was
forced to inhale the rotten smell straight into his lungs and instead of
sneezing, his head fell straight into Arshak's ass, nostril to asshole.

       Arshak suddenly looked behind and saw what was going on. He clamped
his asscheeks tight to keep Ghafari's head there.

       "That kid, he's faking his pray," Karim muttered under his breath
like an angry mother.

       "Let's not pray as well, we're the only two people on the last row
so nobody will notice us."

       "Zain!"

       "C'mon big bro... I promise I won't tell Arshak that you too
sometimes fake your prayers. It's not every day I get to see that Persian
cuck-eating fart straight from our brother's hole. I promise I'll beg for
forgiveness after the noon prayer!"

       It had been quite a long time since Zain ever begged him for
anything, let alone using his doe eyes. Karim sighed, his brother knew his
weak spots all too well, so he reluctantly nodded.

       Zain muttered a thank you and returned his gaze to Ghafari.

       The Persian prince was sitting on his knees, the position you
usually do before standing, but since he was moving to stand, his face was
planted forward when he passed out while his legs were spread wider outward
so he wasn't actually sitting on his knees. When his ass fell back into a
weird sitting position, Ghafari's ass was arched and his big dong was
pressed outward across his taint underneath him toward the person behind.

       Zain and Karim could see both of Ghafari's spasming asshole and
pumping balls. His cock was spurting cum, making a puddle of cum right on
the ground where the guy's head behind him would be when he prostrate.

       Arshak suddenly looked behind again, and this time, he noticed both
of his brothers. He gave a naughty smirk and wiggled his butt at them. Then
the prayer moved to a bending position. This time, Arshak bent his legs
slightly lower and reached behind to press Ghafari's face harder. Arshak's
asscheeks no longer clamping hard, instead, they relaxed into a round
bubbly shape just as Ghafari's body shuddered and convulsed lightly. His
cock was spurting more cum, adding more to the thick puddle.

       Arshak must have been opening more airflow into Ghafari's system,
and he did that like he had done it multiple times.

       "Did he do that to you often?" Zain suddenly asked, his eyes glued
to Arshak and Ghafari, but the question was obviously directed at Karim.

       Karim wanted to deny it, but since it was Zain who asked, he saw no
point in denying, "Only when I forced him to lead a prayer." Karim's own
cock was hardening both from the sight and reminiscing the rotten smell.

       Arshak's ass clamped again when they moved to standing, then to
prostrating. Ghafari's nose was pushed even deeper into the crack. Arshak
was required to sit on his knees after prostrating, but he decided not to,
so he could keep Ghafari's head inside his ass.

       Zain quickly pulled Karim to sit like the rest just as Hazim said
his final greetings, the last part of the prayer.

       "What the fuck?"

       Zain heard the man behind Ghafari say, shocked by the state of his
Sultan. Then he felt his face weirdly wet, and exclaimed, "What the fuck!?"

       More laughter was heard even from other Persians as the man
furiously tried to wipe the cum off his face. Zain didn't even need to draw
attention to Ghafari, all eyes were on him now thanks to the Persians
themselves.

       One of them tried to move Ghafari, but Karim quickly barked, "Hey!
What are you doing!? It's forbidden to disturb someone from prayer!"

       The Persian looked confused, but then Hazim's voice was heard
booming from the front, "Quiet! There are others who are still praying! If
you're done with your prayer, get the fuck out of here before I kick your
asses out!"

       It wasn't only the Persians who darted outside, every single person
did leaving only Zain, Karim, Arshak, Jafar, Jamal, and Hazim. Aziz did
greet them before he and Zakar went outside, while Halim kissed Zain on the
cheek.

       "I'm sorry, I'd love to talk, but I have to take care of the
breakfast since Pasha is nowhere to be found."

       Jamal already made his way beside Zain, while Jafar was still
sitting beside Arshak, he knew if he stood, the ass dam will break and the
cum will flooded out.

       Arshak lifted his head a bit and peeked. When he saw Hazim was still
in the room, he continued on his charade, but Hazim had caught him looking
first.

       "I saw you faking it, shithole." Hazim roared.

       Arshak lifted his head again and smiled at Hazim like a petulant
child caught lying. He wasn't sure how Hazim would react to Ghafari so he
remained in his position.

       "I'll forgive you this one time as long as you let it rip."

       That was all Arshak needed to hear. He masterfully turned his body
around along with Ghafari's face, so he was sitting on it. He let it rip as
best as he could, no more silent farting, only wet and loud farts from then
on.

       "Fuck yeah! Eat shit! That's what you get for giving my brother
stinking eyes, fucker! Now your eyes will stink of my fart for the rest of
your life!"

       Arshak suddenly let out one bomb loud fart and Ghafari's cock
suddenly shot upwards and cum burst through the piss-slit, drenching both
his body and Arshak.

       "Hahahahaha! Now, I had an idea how to bring this guy down a
peg. That'll teach him not to disrespect me in my own feast again." Hazim
said looking down at Ghafari, but Zain could tell it was Arshak's 10"
half-hard hog was the one he was looking at.

       "Man, you guys really had a bone to pick with the guy," said
Jafar. His eyes were also glued to the big sausage like he was about to
devour it in front of the Caliph himself. Of course, Jafar knew better, or
maybe he didn't.

       "Do any of you know where the rest of my sons are!? Skipping morning
prayer is unacceptable! I'll show them what I do to rule breakers, even if
they are my own sons!" He angrily said, licking his lips while looking at
Arshak's cock.

       Zain waved his hand, "Surely you can overlook this one for your sons
as well. It seemed they were all hammered last night. If you can forgive my
brother, then you can do it for your sons."

       Zain usually didn't have any interest in Hazim's household, but
after he had seen Pasha and Ahmed getting railed, he wished to get to them
and see the damage before Hazim. Why? He didn't know, he just felt like he
had to... save them, somehow.

       Luckily, Hazim was too distracted, maybe even hypnotized, by
Arshak's huge cock, so he was more agreeable.

       Arshak waved his cock around and chuckled when he saw the two men's
head followed along the movement of his cock. It didn't go unnoticed by
Zain, so he quickly diffused the situation. He felt like his brother would
get himself more trouble than good if he allowed him to walk into Hazim's
situation unguided.

       "Hazim, you better get to breakfast together with the rest before
they come looking here. We still have a few more bones to pick with this
little shit. And stay naked. Um... We're still trying to experiment,
remember."

       Hazim bit his lower lips before tearing away his eyes from Arshak's
hog. He nodded affirmatively at Zain before walking away.

       Once Hazim was gone, Jafar also stood up, but he quickly groaned
clutching his ass as cum flooded out.

       "Fuck! I have to go. I haven't emptied everything if you know what I
mean. Damn, kid you cum so much, I am impressed." Jafar bit his lips, just
like Hazim, as he tried his best to look away from the cock. He ended up
looking at Arshak in the eyes, smiling. If eyes could change shape, then
Zain was sure Jafar's eyes would turn into heart shapes.

       "Fuck it!" Jafar swore before leaning down and kissing Arshak on the
lips. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were closed.

       Arshak, on the other hand, was initially surprised, but it wasn't
the first time men fell for his cock. He just shrugged at Karim, Zain, and
Jamal who looked at him slack-jawed.

       Zain knew Jafar didn't just kiss anyone. For him, a kiss was a
special thing you give only to special persons. Within all their college
years, Zain only saw Jafar kissing a couple of men and punched the rest who
tried to kiss him.

       "Fuck! I can't stay too long!" Jafar pulled away groaning
again. "I'll see you after breakfast okay, I have something to give you."

       Jafar was limping his way out of the prayer hall, turning back and
looking at Arshak smiling, and his asshole was so puffed out it stuck out
of the ass.

       "Man, you really ruined his ass." Jamal finally said a word after
being silent, but then he looked like he regretted opening his mouth. He
lowered his head, not wanting to see Zain.

       "Forget about that slut, did you see Hazim eyeing my man meat?
Zain!? What the fuck? Is his asshole available now?" Arshak was furiously
jacking off his meat as he asked.

       Zain rolled his eyes, "Hold your horses. He's your Caliph."

       "You didn't answer my question."

       He sighed, "No... Not now. I don't know if he'll ever open to
sticking something up his butt without being forced, but... well, he's
branching out, trying to figure out what he likes."

       "Why don't I come to his house tonight and see if he likes 10" Hindi
meat?"

       "Fuck, Arshak. I don't want you to ruin things with Hazim. We've
been doing so well up until now! Promise me you won't do anything stupid."

       Arshak was shocked and he was visibly hurt. He pouted and said, "I
was just asking. Sorry for getting excited... I'll promise."

       It was the second time Zain fucked up, and he hadn't even fixed the
thing with Jamal yet. "That's not what I meant... Fuck, fine you win. If
he'll ever tell me he wanted to try, I'll push your cock to be the first in
line, okay? It's going to be hard convincing him to take your pussywrecker
after years of not taking anything back there."

       "Oh fuck! I can't hold it anymore!" Arshak lifted his butt off
Ghafari's face and rammed all 10" of his cock down Ghafari's perfectly open
mouth. "Oh fuck yes! I bet I am the first one to deflower this prick's
throat!"

       Arshak jackhammered his way inside Ghafari's throat, pushing through
the choke and spit, while his low-hanging balls were slapping Ghafari's
handsome face. He had been edging himself since Ghafari's face ended up in
his crack, and the thought of Zain giving him the Caliph's ass on the
silver platter sent his cock over the edge. He slammed as deep as he could
into Ghafari, balls pumping the very last drop off in his cumtank, feeding
him cum straight into the man's gut, while using one hand to reach behind
and press his balls on Ghafari's big nose. "Yeah, take a deep breath of my
ball sweat while I fill your gut with my cum, ye fart-eating slut!"

       Zain watched as Arshak's muscles tensed, his hair was wet with sweat
and fell covering a bit of his eyes. He looked at Zain smiling wickedly.

       "I am not done," Arshak said. His expression suddenly changed into
pure bliss as he mumbled, "Oh yeah, I love me some Persian gilded
chamberpot."

       After he was done pissing, Arshak pulled his soft cock out of
Ghafari's mouth and stood up. With a look of pure hatred, he pressed his
feet on Ghafari's face, "You're lucky I didn't eat much yesterday or my
shit will be clogging your throat next, you pig." He stepped hard on
Ghafari's face once, and turned to Zain, "Your turn brother."

       If Zain were to be honest, his cock did harden from the stunt his
youngest brother pull. Although he wasn't into fucking as much as well, he
didn't mind hate fucking Ghafari's throat. But his nut was so drained he
knew the next one would take a long time to come out.

       "My balls are drained, and I just had my morning piss."

       "Fuck that. Surely your cock can push out emergency cum for assholes
like him. C'mon brother, no need to hold yourself. Jafar told me everything
you did during your college years. He was more pliable to talk when I am
plowing his cunt."

       Arshak was smirking at him, and Zain felt a thrill from the
stare. He wasn't afraid. He trusted Arshak, his youngest brother, so he
didn't mind that Arshak knew his past. But his stare was challenging him,
deliberately trying to provoke something Zain was buried deep inside.

       As an older brother and the only hope of his family, Zain often
tries to exert his dominance over Arshak, cementing his role as an older
and superior, either through manipulation, charm, or guile. Now that it was
Arshak's turn to do the same thing to him, Zain couldn't deny the
long-buried desire he felt in his ass stirring and hissing. Maybe he did
have a spare piss left for an emergency just like this.

       He walked over to Ghafari, standing over the head, squatting down,
before feeding his half-hard cock into the man. Like Arshak, He snuggled
his balls right on Ghafari's nose.

       "Didn't you say you want to taste a Maghrebi delight last night?
Well, look at me, not only I gave you drugs that made you piss your entire
night, but now I also fulfill your wish of tasting a Maghrebi. I am not
sure if you said you want to taste Maghrebi meat or piss though, so I'll
give you both."

       Zain bit his lower lips as he pissed down Ghafari's throat.

       "Yeah, that's a pure Maghrebi khamr right there, brewed and
fermented by yours truly." Zain wiggled his ass-backward, pressing his
balls harder at the nose. He looked behind and saw Arshak and Jamal looking
straight at his dark flower. Zain reached behind and parted his big phat
ass so they could see his dark asshole clearer.

       Zain apparently had a huge tank for emergency hate piss, so it took
him quite a while to empty the emergency tank. Once he was done, he pulled
away but did not stand up.

       "Oh, I just remembered, you said you want to taste a Maghrebi
ass. Well, here have a taste."

       Zain planted his asshole right on Ghafari's open mouth. He reached
behind and pinched the nose, making sure it stayed open, before letting a
long loud string of fart inside.

       "It's not as stinky as my brother's, but I am sure a fart
connoisseur like you will appreciate it."

       Once Zain was done, he lifted his butt and quickly pushed the mouth
close with his free hand.

       "Eat my fucking fart!"

       Everyone saw Ghafari gulping down the fart as if he could listen to
Zain's command, Zain chuckled, and like Arshak, he also stepped on
Ghafari's face, before turning to Karim.

       "How about you brother? You got some piss left?"

       Karim was frowning, like he was disapproving of what just
happened. "I have a confession to make," He replaced Zain standing over
Ghafari's body with his eyes closed, and when he opened it, his innocent
dumb jock face, almost fatherlike, was smirking wickedly, so out of
character. "I haven't shit your cum and piss yet this morning, so I still
had yours from the night, morning, and also Arshak's piss from before
dinner."

       "Fuck, you're a fucking pig." Arshak laughed and high-fived Karim
who wiggled his big muscle ass.

       When Karim sat down, his ass was so big it fully covered Ghafari's
face. Started with a wet fart, he broke open a dam and let cum, piss, and
phlegm that he carried in his ass flood straight into Ghafari's waiting
mouth. It took him 5 minutes to fully empty his ass. He then slapped his
belly, shouting, "Now I am going to feed you my cum, then the fucking
weak-ass Greek double-distilled mead I barely called alcohol."

       Karim reposition himself to stick his 2" cock into Ghafari's
mouth. He didn't pull away too much since it would pull him off the mouth,
so what he did instead was gyrating his hip and balls on Ghafari's face.

       Karim was never one to hold off for long. Within seconds, he already
dumped his load.

       Karim panted like he had run miles, despite only fucking for less
than ten minutes, "Now it's time for you to taste the eldest Abdul's
khamr."

       When Karim was done feeding Ghafari his khamr, he stood up and
placed his foot on Ghafari's face. He didn't dare to step in fear of
crushing Ghafari's head. Then he looked at Zain, exhausted.

       Zain, instead, looked at Jamal who had been silent the whole
time. "Your turn, he said."

       "Wait, what? Me? I thought it was a family reunion."

       Zain chuckled, "You are a family, silly."

       "Whoo! Congratulations, you just got free access to our drugs and
Karim's literal dumping barrel for an ass."

       Karim swatted Arshak's head lightly, but he laughed after.

       "I... I don't know... I think it won't be appropriate... you know,
considering your new status."

       Zain let out a heavy sigh, "I get it. I am sorry okay, I didn't mean
to say that. I was... pent up, and stressed. You're my companion, my
brother, Jamal. I was the asshole one. I am sorry." Zain embraced Jamal
tightly, who returned the embrace.

       "Well, I love to stay longer watching both of you go gay, but if you
want to use the toilet, Jamal, you need to hurry. I don't know how far my
fart blew his conscience away."

       Jamal chuckled at Arshak's quip. "Well, it might not be as pervy as
the rest of you, but you know, I hope you don't think I am weird, but I
have Zain's cum rag right here before he knew how to get holes. I can
promise you the rag was drenched in enough cum multiple times despite the
fact."

       "Wait, what?" Zain blinked.

        "Anyway, here it is." Jamal pulled out a crusted fabric magically
out of thin air.

       Jamal covered Ghafari's open lips with the crusted fabric. He
positioned his cock on the fabric, then he let out a small steady stream of
piss. He didn't want the piss just to push through the fabric, he wanted
the piss to carry a small bit of young Zain's cum into Ghafari.

       "Yeah, taste that fucking cunt. You're now a bitch even for young
Zain years after!"

       When he was done, Jamal rubbed the wet fabric on Ghafari's tongue,
before stuffing it back somewhere only he knew.

       "Well, that was weird but hot," Arshak commented.

       "Ehem, now give him your nut Jamal," Zain instructed.

       "No." Jama flatly answered.

       "What? Why?"

       Jamal was blushing and he couldn't look Zain in the eyes, "I don't
want my first time to be with a fucking prick."

       "Wow! What a fucking dedication you have there for Zain's thick
bussy Jamal. I am impressed." Arshak patted Jamal at the back.

       Zain was about to nag Jamal again, forgetting the fact that they
just made up minutes ago, but Ghafari suddenly groaned.

       "Fuck! Let's go." Zain ushered all of them out of the room.

       Zain found that the Persians were all gone, they didn't even guard
the prayer hall, probably to the dining hall. Hazim must've forced them
there. All four of them looked at each other, catching their breath before
laughing together.

       "Fuck, I am hungry," Arshak announced, slapping his fatless stomach.

       "Get some clothes first! And don't forget to bring your friend
food!" Karim said.

       "Oh fuck! I forgot, he must be hungry!"

       "Friends?" Zain looked at Arshak.

       "I brought Afgab with me."

       Afgab was a black noble barely in his twenties, formerly a slave
bought young by a minor noble who later emancipated Afgab. It was through
Arshak Zain knew that Afgab had seduced the minor noble, a captain of a
ship and a war hero in his mid-twenties with his humongous anaconda, 12"
uncut black cock, to emancipate him and adopt him as a son. The minor lord
had 4 wives who never bore a child, that was because, after each pregnancy,
they gave birth to black babies, which the lord then posed as emancipated
slaves, even though the minor lord was a pure Mashriqi. As the noble's
adopted son, he wasn't actually entitled to any land, but the lord was
vehement about giving the black boy all of his assets, including his ship
where both Afgab and Arshak often spit-roasted the noble. When he reached
adulthood, Afgab took over the ship and became the captain while the minor
noble became his "ship wife". The crew didn't take too kindly when a black
slave became their captain, but with increased payment and some revenge
fucks on their former strict employer, Afgab became a captain and sailed
from the Red Sea to the Indian Sea even when his barely seventeen.

       Being a technically future black noble with a questionable heritage,
Afgab also faced the same prejudice as Arshak. When they met, they were
like a kindred spirit, inseparable most of the time like Zain and Jamal.

       "Anyway, Brother, be a dear and pick up some food so we can eat with
him," he addressed Karim, "You know I don't like eating with the nobles
anyway."

       "Why should I eat with you and him? I have important things to talk
about with other nobles."

       "Cause, my dear brother," Arshak leaned in closer, but spoke loud
enough for everyone to hear, "You're the dessert." He slapped Karim's big
muscle phat ass before sauntering away with hands behind his head.

       Karim was blushing and his cock was hardening.

       The ones who left behind were Zain, Karim, and Jamal. Now that he
was off his high, Zain didn't actually feel any hunger. Not that kind
anyway.

       "Shall we head for breakfast then?" Jamal nodded, but Zain
hesitated.

       There was just something or rather someone, or a couple of people,
he needed to see first.

       "I need to look around for a bit."

       "Do you need help, brother?"

       "Nah, it's fine. Go and have your breakfast."

       "You sure?"

       Zain rolled his eyes and personally turned Karim around and pushed
him away. He looked at Jamal, the only person left.

       "Can I follow you? Pretty please?" Jamal hugged Zain's arm like a
little girl and winked his eyes cutely. Sure he had a pair of firm
manboobs, but looking further down he was a naked hairy man with
well-defined muscle.

       "With one condition. Whatever you see, you may not utter a single
word, and let me handle everything without question, you hear me!"

       "Got it!"

       Zain nodded and walked away with Jamal followed closely behind.

       They were heading to the princes' quarter, where the princes'
bedrooms were. The first room they went in was Ahmed's, the heir.

       Ahmed was there lying naked on his bed, his cock was soft, but his
body was a mess. There was a lot of dried sperm on his body, and his hair
was sticky, probably from cum as well. There was a noticeable bump on his
lower stomach.

       "Fuck, he must've been partying hard last night. Wait what was that
in his butt?"

       It wasn't hard to see, but because Ahmed was lying on his back, it
was easy to miss. There was a statue of a Greek god sticking out of his
ass. The feet of the statue were plugging Ahmed's asshole.

       "What the fuck happened to him? We need to check!"

       "No, let's go."

       "Wait, are you sure?"

       "Didn't you promise me to not question my decision?"

       Jamal lowered his head, "Sorry..."

       "It's fine, Jamal. Let's just go to the next room."

       Abbas's room was empty, from the neat bed cover without a single
crevice, Zain knew he didn't return to his room last night. He did note
Abbas's chest where he stored his "toys" was open and wasn't full. The
slaves did say they kept a "shitty" prince in the lavatory, but Zain was
doubtful the slaves knew and dared to mess with Abbas's belongings.

       It was on their way to the next room they heard loud waves of
laughter and a bunch of "Fuck yeah!" being thrown around.

       "Fuck! It's already morning! Are you sure we should keep going? What
if those Arab cunts look for the bitch?"

       "I'll offer them the mead straight from my cock! They seem to be
can't get enough of it. Bet they'll suck it straight from my cock once they
knew where it came from, those Arab pussies."

       The roars and laughter were quickly replaced with silence and mouths
hanging open when Zain and Jamal entered. Their mouth hung open in shock,
didn't dare to close when they saw the two Arab "pussies" actually stumbled
into the room.

       It was a huge room, fit to be the master bedroom of the
manor. Pasha, after all, was the Amir of Antakiya, the "lord" so to
speak. His room was big and had a huge bed, on the side was a small section
for a huge sunken bath and chamberpot floored in ceramic and decorated with
plants. On the other side was a section set with pillows for leisure
purposes with a hookah in the middle. The room had an archway divided by a
velvet curtain which led to Pasha's harem sections of the manor, to both
wife and male harem. The velvet curtain was parted open.

       The room was filled with, at least, 15 naked men, all of which were
Greek slaves, 2 of which were on the bed with the Handsome Prince, Pasha,
who was also naked. He was laid on face down ass up while a naked man was
pummeling his asshole behind him. Another man was kneeling in front of
Pasha, pressing the prince's handsome face into his ass. Beside them were
naked slaves lazying around, sometimes smacking Pasha's hard cock. Naked
Greek slaves were all over the room, some smoking hookah, while some others
playing in Pasha's huge bath. Zain could see one of the slaves piss into
the bath to annoy his friends.  The rest of them were plugging all 5 of
Pasha's wives who he had left for 6 months to war.

       They were so shocked when they saw Zain that as if on command, the
slaves who had their dick inches deep inside Pasha and his wives' holes
groaned and pumped their cum inside. The guy that had Pasha's face buried
deep in his crack was so scared he let out a long high-pitched fart that
lasted for almost a minute.

       It was silence for a second until Zain cleared his throat.

       "What the fuck happened here!?" Jamal finally roared. He tried to
look intimidating, but his cheeks were rosy. Fortunately, the Greeks knew
they were in deep trouble, so it didn't take much to intimidate them.

       "What else," Zain said, "Pasha is having a party with his new
additions to his harem."

       "What?" Jamal couldn't believe what he heard that he leaned to
whisper, "What are you doing, Zain?"

       "I mean, it's not like he can clarify, he's unconscious. We need him
to wake up if we want to know if these slaves are truly in his harem or
not."

       "I... I guess so. You better hope he said that, or y'all dead!"

       The Greek slave who was pissing in the bath but stopped due to shock
let out another stream of piss into the pool.

       "Or..." Zain smiled, "They could convince him to make them his
harem! Of course, he needed to be awake to be convinced. He might be a
prince, but he's a pig, so a fart to the face with a cock deep in his ass
should suffice. After all, we got the whole trip to Trebizond, I'll arrange
camel palanquin and some carriages for all of you so you lot can
ride... comfortably."

       "What are you doing!? If Hazim knows, he'll eat us alive as well!"
Jamal whispered.

       Zain rolled his eyes, "I'll handle Hazim. Let's not intrude on
Pasha's celebration any longer. It's very rude of us."

       Zain was pulling Jamal out of the room when they heard a loud slap
and Pasha's voice saying, "Fuck! Wha? Who?" And then followed by a loud
fart. Zain and Jamal glanced back as they turned away from the room,
looking at Pasha groaning with his eyes wide open rolled to the back of his
skull while his nose was deep in someone's crack. The slaves were
abandoning what they were doing, including the wives, to approach the bed.

       "Zain, what the fuck! What is wrong with you!? What if they hurt
him?"

       Zain rolled his eyes again, "Jamal, I know what I am doing."

       "Are you sure that is wise, Zain?"

       "Jamal, didn't I tell you not to question me?"

       "Right... sorry..." Jamal finally quieted down, but he wasn't
convinced.

       They passed Aziz's empty room, he had gone to have breakfast with
the rest. The twins' rooms were also empty, so they made their way to
Yousef's room. He was also in the room, but alone. Jamal said the twins and
Yousef were amongst the guards who attended the whorehouse last night. Zain
wondered how he'd end up if the Greeks got their hands on the second
youngest son.

       Yousef was lying naked on his bed, his body was as white as it could
be, and veins bulged out of his body even as he laid on the bed naked. He
was a rebel and aggressive person. His face often appeared with a scowl and
a sneer, but when he was asleep, he looked like an angel. The tattoo of his
name on his pubic under a thin patch of pubes made every girl and guy wet
themselves, and he knew it. That was why Yousef loved low-hanging trousers
that showed his pubic tattoo.

       Zain looked at Yousef's glistening soft cock, it was no longer
shimmering, but glistening enough to know Yousef had just recently arrived
home. Zain walked closer to Yousef, getting a good look at the dick before
finally looking at the face.

       He cleared his throat, waking Yousef from his nap. The soft serene
angel face was replaced by a scowl. "The fuck you're doing here? You're
done kissing my father's ass after he made you a Sultan now you're looking
for a real cock?" Yousef sneered as he groped his cock.

       Zain tried to maintain a poker face, but he could feel the heat
rising in his cheeks. He just hoped his brown skin provided enough coverage
for the blush. "I am only calling you to have breakfast with your father,
Yousef."

       "Bullshit... you a fucking Sultan calling me? Don't make me laugh."
Yousef stood up and walked over to Zain.

       It was a horrible reason, Zain had to admit, and as he didn't want
to dig his grave further, he remained silent.

       "Don't worry, cunt. I know my father is old and probably can't
satisfy you anymore. Don't worry, I don't mind picking up his slack. Why
don't you and I stay here for a while? If he's angry at you, you can blame
it on me. I can take his nagging for that phat ass. Yeah, don't you think I
didn't notice that huge juicy brown cake you got down there?" Yousef was
smirking at Zain whose cheeks were obviously red from the flirtation.

       Yousef was reaching to slap Zain's ass but Jamal's hand was quicker
grabbing his wrist. Yousef's smirk turned into an angry scowl as he spat,
"Let my hands fucking go, you low-life!"

       Jamal wasn't a low life. He was a son of the Amir of Jerusalem and
was in line to inherit the title. But his father went missing and as a son,
the duchy fell into a regency. As he didn't have any relatives, they all
went missing, Hazim handed the regency to the Ahmed while Abdul took his
custody. When Jamal turned 16, he refused to take the title back and
remained with Zain.

       But it didn't matter for Yousef.

       Jamal let go of the hand, but he remained close to Zain.

       "You're lucky I am in a good mood after emptying my balls, I can't
even count how many whores I fuck last night. I guess I'll see my father's
ugly ass face."

       Yousef swaggered his way into the dining hall.

       "What a prick..."

       "At least, he's hot."

       "No fucking way! Zain, you can't be falling for that prick!"

       Zain laughed, "Relax, he's hot, but definitely not boyfriend
material. He might be a good ride. I haven't had one in a while."

       Zain felt Jamal's hand on his forehead, "Are you sick? Who is this?
I've never seen you like this since..." Jamal trailed, he looked sad.

       "Since I went home from college." Zain finished.

       Jamal was Zain's childhood friend. When Zain was there, then Jamal
was also there. They were inseparable until they did. For 4 years, they
were apart, Zain was studying in Baghdad while Jamal was squiring for
Karim. Abdul did offer Jamal to go with Zain, but studying was never a
Jamal thing. You think he'd follow just to be with Zain, and he did for a
few weeks. But Zain gradually changed and spent less time with Jamal, and
once it was clear, he was not in Zain's college life anymore, Jamal went
home alone.

       Jamal hated that moment of his life.

       They already knew Halim was in the dining hall, so Zain decided it
was time to go to the lavatory.

        On their way there, they passed the twins. They were snickering
while doing some kind of weird handshake. They were like a deer caught in a
headlight when they saw Zain and Jamal, but quickly feigned ignorance as
they greeted each other. The twins didn't stop to make jokes or small talk,
instead, they paced their way faster out of Zain's line of sight. Zain did
catch something hidden in Faiz's hand, it looked like tattoo needles.

       It was when he headed inside the lavatory, he had an idea of what
was going on. Hung low on a column was Abbas, naked as the day he was born,
shaved smooth out of body hair. His hands were tied with leather cuffs on
the column, while his knees were tied by leather straps, pulling them up to
the column as well. Zain could see Abbas's body, cock, and brown hole in
that position, including the bump on Abbas's stomach. His body was covered
in lashes of whips and smelled musky and foul, mostly of dried cum and
piss, but he could see a couple of brown streaks on Abbas's handsome face,
from what Zain could see anyway. His usually combed and slick hair was
matted to the head, while his eyes were covered in a leather blindfold on
top of a dirty fabric. His mouth was gagged with a gag toy that had a hole
in the mouth instead of a ball. The hole was stuffed in another dirty
fabric. Abbas's nipples were also decorated with a pair of nipple
clamps. His balls were tied low and tight that the balls redden, but it
could also be red from the nipple clamps pinching the sack's skins making
it look like flower petals. Both of his holes were plugged tightly, and by
both, Zain meant asshole and pisshole. A plug with a lion ornament was deep
inside Abbas's ass, while a similar ornament stick was plugging his
cock. Abbas loved the lion and he thought of it as his spirit animal. All
of the tools were Abbas's own toys that went missing from the chest. Zain
also noticed a huge tattoo on his left asscheek that said, "Ass slut".

       They could see Abbas groan and move around trying to get himself
free.

       When Zain touched him, Abbas gasped, seemingly unsure whether or not
to let the unknown hand help him. On one hand, he wanted to get himself
free, on the other, he dreaded to see himself. But he knew he couldn't stay
hanging forever, and it wasn't like he was in any position to refuse help.

       Zain pulled off the blindfold, and at once, the light hit Abbas's
eyes. He blinked it a couple of times, letting the eyes get used to the
light. Once they did, the first thing he saw was Zain and Jamal, and then
when he looked down at his body, his face went red. His nose flared and
Zain thought Abbas was going mental. Instead, Abbas's eyes rolled to the
back and his body convulsed. Zain tried to approach, but he was quickly
stopped when the stick stuck inside Abbas's cock shot up and cum flooded
out like a lava eruption. Abbas was groaning loudly, both from pain and
pleasure.

       The cum was a lot, and it took a couple of minutes for Abbas's cock
to stop pumping cum. Abbas was slumping once he was done having the best
orgasm of his life, as much as he could slump anyway.

       Zain pulled on the fabric blocking the gag, it was wet and most
importantly, smelled of fresh piss and faint alcohol. He continued to
release Abbas, but not the gag. He moved to the nipples, and pulled on the
clamps lightly, making Abbas groan again, before removing the clamps. He
did the same with the clamps on the balls. He untied the balls, before
moving to the ass. When he was turning and pushing the plug on Abbas's
butt, the prince's cock was already hard again.

       Zain looked at Abbas's eyes as he pulled on the plug. They didn't
need to exchange words to know that Zain was humiliating the sadist prince
with the prince's own tools. He might not admit it, but Abbas was enjoying
every single second. The prince was being knocked down a peg, and he felt
pleasure from it.

       Zain also noticed a fabric was lodged inside Abbas's hole along with
the plug, so he pulled both at the same time. Once the plug and the cloth
were pulled off, cum also flooded out of the battered asshole. Abbas
couldn't even control his moan anymore as he let out a high-pitch moan as a
river of cum and piss flowed out of his ass. It took more than 5 minutes
for the ass to be emptied. Once it did, the bump on Abbas's tanned muscle
abs also disappeared. Only after he was finished with every toy, Zain
decided to remove the gag.

       Both Jamal and Zain unstrapped Abbas and helped him stand on the
floor.

       His legs were weak and he almost fell if Zain and Jamal didn't hold
him.

       "Did you find yourself like this when you woke up?"

       "No—," Abbas caught himself, "I mean, yes."

       He was lying, and it was obvious even to Jamal.

       They stayed like that in silence for a couple more minutes before
Abbas shrugged Zain and Jamal off.

       "Don't fucking tell anyone." He threatened them, before walking
away.

       It was hard to feel threatened when the man threatening you had a
battered hole and was limping his way out after what clearly had been a
rough fucking. Zain and Jamal just shrugged and they followed Abbas out.

       They were in front of the door, turning right when they heard a
shout not far from behind them, "Hey Abbas! Nice tattoo on your ass."

       It was Faiz and Fayez, they hadn't gone apparently.

       Abbas looked at them scowling and then turned to look at his
ass. His eyes bulged out when he saw the tattoo, before rolling back as his
mouth groaned loudly. Abbas's cock erupted once more, but it wasn't cum
that came out. Abbas was squirting right as he stood in front of Zain,
Jamal, and the twins. His knees gave out and he fell to his knees grabbing
his cock and trying to stop it from squirting.

       "What the fuck, he's fucking squirting!" Faiz said to Fayez as they
laughed and fist-bumped each other.

       Abbas, whose face was known to be stoic, rude, and cruel, was
tearing as he crawled, almost running, out of the corridor, still trying to
stop his cock from squirting.

       Zain shook his head and then looked at the twins who were still
laughing.

       "I hope you guys know he won't let it slide, especially if he knew
you're the one who tied him there."

       It was then it finally dawned on the twins that they were once again
in deep trouble with their second brother, deeper this time.

       "I-I don't know what you're talking about! Okay, I'll admit, we saw
him, but we didn't help him. But he was already clogged with cum and
blindfolded when we found him!" Faiz tried to reason.

       Zain scoffed, "I didn't mean the clogging with cum or the
blindfold. Sure, those were not, but the rest was your doing."

       Faiz was about to chip back, but Fayez stopped him. They looked at
each other and nodded.

       Zain eyed them suspiciously when they suddenly turned to him all
smiling.

       "Zain! Brother! Congratulations on your promotion! You're a sultan
now!" Both the twins were on Zain's side, who was still naked, pushing
Jamal away.

       "You totally deserve it, brother! You know we always think of you as
a brother right?"

       "You troublemakers. I know you want me to help with Abbas, but even
I don't know what to do."

       "You'll figure out a way! You're smart! You go to college in Baghdad
after all!" Faiz slapped Zain's back, while Zain looked at nothing in front
as his soul left his body.

       "Yeah! You'll be our brother! I know you're a bit younger than us,
but you can be our big brother! We don't mind! Here let me massage your
back!" Zain just sighed when Fayez massaged his shoulders.

       "See, we're very grateful you're now our brother! Oh speaking of
Baghdad, I heard how wild the college students are, too bad Father didn't
allow us to study there! He said we won't be studying only fucking! He
wasn't wrong!" Faiz laughed at his own story.

       "Exactly, I also heard a couple of interesting ways people show
their gratitude in college," Fayez said growling in Zain's ear.

       The hands moved from his shoulder to his ass, jiggling it.

       "Hey!" Jamal shouted and pushed Fayez away.

       Both of them went on bickering behind Zain as veins bulging out of
Zain's forehead.

       "Shut the fuck up, both of you!"

       "Jeez, you're scary. Remind me not to make you upset." Said Faiz.

       Zain rolled his eyes, "I am done with all of you, fuckers. I am
getting breakfast. If you want to follow, you better stay quiet." He said
sternly, shrugging off the twins from his side.

       To the twins, Faiz and Fayez, didn't actually mind walking behind
Zain, they got front-row seats at Zain's premium brown beef jiggling as he
walked after all. They whistled as they followed Zain, gawking at the round
cheeks, while wrapping their hands around Jamal's shoulder, knowing fully
well the man's head was about the explode from rage. They also knew Jamal
would follow Zain's order to his death, so they rip on him even more. Jamal
could only endure their antics, from putting their finger in front of
Jamal's face like they were finger fucking Zain's ass to actually coming
closer to the phat ass and making a groping and licking motion at it.

       Zain knew what they were doing, but he chose to ignore them, perhaps
he did. He didn't know what happened, maybe the after-effect from last
night or maybe Ghafari's humiliation, but he was feeling extremely frisky
that day. Arriving at the dining room witnessing Hazim prodding ass-beaten
Sekhem's cock with his finger while his other hand finger fucking the
Sultan's brown ass didn't help either.

       "This is what you get for not praying this morning cunt! I don't
care if you pray at home, men pray together!" He said acting as if he was
caring about disciplining Sekhem.

       Zain knew Hazim was just looking for his desert, Sekhem's cocksleeve
aged cheese and his red face wasn't from anger, but from hunger.

       On the side, he did notice Yousef's lily ass had turned red while
the man was tied on a round log horseback and gagged. Two big hunk black
slaves were spanking Yousef with their big black hands, one person for each
cheek. His face was drenched in his father's piss.

       It was said that Yousef's mother was so good with her snatch that
when Hazim cum, he always squirted afterward, something that Hazim publicly
confessed in a conversation when he sought guidance from an imam regarding
his son's contempt. Now Hazim was convinced, according to the imam, that
Yousef wasn't conceived from his sperm, but from his piss instead. Hazim
was so mad that he made pissing on Yousef's head was a mandatory
punishment.

       The contempt Yousef had for Hazim was mutual.

       "Well, my appetite is gone now... Let's go, brother." Faiz said to
Fayez looking at his father's punishment for Sekhem and their little
brother who missed their morning prayer, like they did. Both of them turned
around slowly and tried to sneak away from the room.

       "Get back here you cunt for sons! Guards! Bring another wooden horse
and tie them to it. Get a slave to beat their asses to shape! Don't you
think I didn't know where you were last night!" Hazim roared.

       They were never physically gifted, the twins, so Zain didn't even
understand why they tried to run. Or the fact that they tried to kick the
guards who locked them, or even pleaded with someone as thick-skulled as
Hazim. At the very least, they only had a slave beating both of their ass
as opposed to one person on each cheek like Yousef. It wasn't Hazim's
favoritism towards the twins that led to this, rather, Hazim's
disfavoritism toward Yousef. It's a wonder that Yousef didn't have any
rebellious plot going on against his father, but then again, as rebellious
as he was, Yousef wasn't stupid enough to give his father reasons to
torture him even further.

       It was no wonder Yousef loved the Han like the man was his own
soulmate even with his reputation as a pussy-hound. The man could always
manage to twist Hazim's logic and anger at Yousef to be directed at Hazim
instead. When the Han was there, whatever it was that Yousef did and Hazim
was mad at, it turned into Hazim's fault. To add the cherry on top, Yousef
was granted permission, "with his right as a wronged son" according to the
Han, to punish Hazim instead. It was Hazim who always ended up on a wooden
horse with ass beaten red by Yousef's own hands and face drenched in
Yousef's piss. After the fifth time, Hazim began ignoring Yousef's
shenanigans, which led him to be more and more insolent as he grew up. Once
the Han were gone, the punishment began picking up, partly because Hazim
associated Yousef with the Han, and he needed a punching bag.

       "Now, where the fuck are the rest of my sons!?" Hazim shouted to no
one while he wrapped his dessert in a different cloth than what he used
yesterday, acting like he was wiping his hands.

       "I don't think that's necessary." After ushering Jamal to look for a
table for both of them and for him to have his breakfast without waiting
for him, Zain said not trying to grab attention now that he was beside
Hazim, then whispered, "They are tired and they need to sleep. You know
they had to handle the whole feast and rounded up the slaves. They told me
they had to pray on time, so you don't have to worry."

       Hazim was silent but he raised his eyebrow at Zain. Usually, the man
would try to avoid any confrontation or even voicing his opinion unless
Hazim asked. He gave Hazim counsel, but only when he was asked. This time,
Zain took the reign instead, and Hazim was amused by the new
development. Clearly, he had done the right thing by crowning Zain as the
new Sultan. "And they said that to you, instead of me?"

       "Yes, they knew you would still be mad, denied them their rest, and
still punished them after."

       "And they think I won't punish them just because you're the one
telling me?"

       Zain leaned in, whispering in a low growl right at Hazim's ear,
"It's not like that, Hazim. I am merely saying a piece of my mind. You're
the one who made me your advisor, and I think your sons could do well with
some rest and private prayers in their room."

       "Bah! It's because I was too easy on them they became lazy fuckers
like this!"

       "Hazim, remember, you were far more lenient than this when the Han
was still here, and your sons had been nothing but hard workers. If you
could trust him when he told you to go easy on your sons, why can't you
trust me."

       Hazim was a little taken aback by Zain's sudden remark, he had been
most agreeable with Hazim and even on the decisions that Hazim made that
Zain himself did not like, he was indifferent. It was a new side of Zain,
and although he would be upset at anyone for as much as doubting him, let
alone talking back, he was quite proud that Zain had shown a little bit
more authoritative nature ever since he became a sultan. Hazim felt like he
had made the right decision like he always believed he had, and his best
friend's mind would be at ease in Heaven. That and the mention of the Han
always warmed Hazim's body in more ways than one; in fact, his dick was
hardening under his thobe.

       Zain leaned in closer, "I haven't asked, about your experiment last
night. Did you do what I asked? I know you did eat your new sex slave's
cheese, but I am not sure if you suck him."

       "I did." He said as he looked around, and then leaned in as well, "I
sucked that bitch cock right after I wore out his bussy and he passed
out. I don't know if you want me to suck his cock with his clit juice on it
or not, so I decided to suck him with it and then fucked the rest of my new
sex slaves. Some I ate with their clit's juices while others I didn't."

       "Did you suck all of them?" Hazim nodded, "Did you eat all of their
cheese as well?"

       "Yes, you told me. And they all have different tastes! I quite like
the first bitch, I think his name was Dickus or something, sissy Greek
names, can't remember them. I need to rename him because that tight cunt
has goddamn earned it! It was tight and juicy, and his cheese, it was musky
and a little bit salty. He and the last guy was probably a good contender,
he had a pungent and nasty-smelling cock even after my servants clean them
up, and the cheese was bitter, but it was surprisingly good. All of the
cocks and cheeses had a bit of a flowery aroma, but that might be from the
bath they took. Fuck! The stupid servants probably cleaned up their cheese,
that's why there was so little of it! Goddamnit!"

       Zain did not specify it had to be with one boy, but seeing how
thorough Hazim was with his experiment, more than what he usually did to
things he wasn't interested in, namely war, perhaps there was some truth to
what the Han said.

       "Calm down, Hazim! There is still tomorrow! And you have what, 200
uncut boys in your harem? You have a lot more cheese once you're back at
Damascus."

       "That's right, but I have to send a letter to forbid them from
cleaning their clits."

       "Since you seem to like the pungent taste, also tell them not to
wash their cocks until you got back so you can taste it better and see how
you like it. Even if you like it, Hazim, you still need to let them wash
properly, at least those who you are not using."

       "Ugh, I know I know! But, I have to tell you, I still think... I
think that cunt Sekhem got the best cheese. All of them just didn't taste
good enough on my tongue, nothing beat his taste and it drove me mad!"

       "I can see that. You've been extremely aggressive this morning. It
could be the side effect of letting your desire win."

       "Is that a bad thing? I feel fine!"

       "Hazim, you will feel fine now, perhaps, but why don't we try to
reign in your aggression? Who knows maybe you'll like it, and your subjects
won't have to be wary of incurring your wrath whenever you wake up with so
much aggression again."

       "Bah! Let them be afraid! It's their fault for insulting me and
disobeying me! If they dare to go against me, I am ready to beat their
asses!"

       "Hazim, you can't walk with people hiding daggers behind their
backs! With my father, it was easier for you, but my father is no longer
here, so you need to change." Hazim was silent, but Zain could tell he
wasn't totally convinced either, "Listen to me. As I said, we are
experimenting. Just like you were trying to eat cock cheese and liked it,
maybe you will find reigning in your aggression will be liberating your
burden as well. If I am wrong, then you don't have to experiment
anymore. And I think you're going to like it. Think about it, the Han man
this whole time has been reigning your aggression for you without you
realizing it, and you've been without a single stress on your shoulder,
right?"

       Hazim nodded, "Yeah, I have to admit, those short years with him, it
was the years I felt my shoulders were as light as feathers. I guess you're
right, let's try this."

       "Good. If you agree then I want you to do a couple of things. First,
I would like you to ask the boy you like his cheese his name, properly, and
I want you to remember it." Hazim made a disgusted face, "Hazim, remember,
just try it first."

       "Fine! What else?" His cock was, clearly, anticipating a "better"
order.

       "Then I want you to put Sekhem's cheese you just got on his asshole
and ate it from there. You will pay attention to how he likes his ass to be
eaten, and you'll only fuck him when he was ready. And you have to fuck him
good, you understand?"

       "Grrr..." He was not satisfied being told to restrain himself, but
it was part of the training, and Hazim seemed to understand that. "Fine."

       "Good. I'll check on you later, or tomorrow, I don't know how long
your, ahem, session will last. I'll take care of your caravan, and Pasha
has also entrusted me to take care of a few things in this town before we
go, I hope you don't mind."

       "Of course, I don't! If anything, that son of mine could learn or
two from you. He might be handsome, like his father of course hahaha, but
he was a little bit dunce in the head when it comes to managing his state!"

       Like his father, but of course, Zain wouldn't dare to say that.

       "Oh, ahem, why don't you go with me now and watch if I do well in
this `restraint training'."

       Zain raised his eyebrow curiously, "I can't, like I told you, I have
to take care of the caravans, and I haven't eaten as well." He paused
briefly, "Do you want me to watch or do you want anyone to watch?"

       "I haven't given it a thought, but I don't mind anyone watching
me. But the reason why I was suggesting is because that Han fucker used to
have me training my asshole with his disciples and scoring both his
disciples and my performance. I know it felt good knowing I always score
higher since I can always crush the cum out of those disciples' wimp cocks
with my strong ass!" Hazim spanked his ass proudly.

       Zain observed him closely, trying to see if Hazim was well aware of
what he had done with the disciples. He knew Hazim's mind seemed to be in
his weird limbo of denial and acceptance about what he had done with those
people, especially when he was the submissive one, but Zain decided not to
press the issue further. Not yet, at least. It did give Zain an idea, "I
see. Well, I might send someone to watch you then, if you don't mind. I'll
give the person instruction, and you'll have to follow what he said."

       "Do what you want, I trust you. It's not like there is anything I
couldn't take!"

       "Well, be on your way then." He commanded slapping Hazim on the
butt. Zain was pushing his luck, he knew. But he needed to see how far he
could go with Hazim.

       The Caliph just laughed at Zain and looked at him proudly, like a
father. He patted Zain in the hair which Zain replied by spanking the ass
harder.

       The dining hall was empty, except for the three Hazim's sons and the
spanking slaves. Zain didn't know how much they heard or saw, but if Hazim
didn't make a fuss on it, he wouldn't too. He did consider how wise that
decision was, but ultimately, he did feel a little bit frisky and hot.

       He walked to the spanking slaves and waved them away. At first, they
hesitated, but even they knew Zain as the person close to the Caliph's
ears, so in the end, they let the three sons go.

       "My fucking God! I feel like my ass is on fire!" Fayez said.

       "Fucking tell me!" Fauz was rubbing on his black and blue ass.

       "Thank you Zain, I would love to repay you, but as you can see, my
hips won't be able to repay you with full performance, if you know what I
meant. Why don't we raincheck on that debt repayment okay? I need to treat
my fucking ass and get away from father for a few days." Fayez said, still
managed to appear like a hooligan even while rubbing his ass.

       As the twins went away, Yousef was still staying on the ground with
his ass up, beaten red on each cheek.

       He helped Yousef to stand, which the man surprisingly accepted in
silence.

       They were silent for a few seconds until Yousef finally broke the
silence.

       "I don't know what you're planning, but it won't work on me, you
bootlicker!"

       "I don't plan on anything. Well, other than maybe fixing you and
your dad's relationship!"

       "Hah! You gotta be kidding me! I much rather die and burn in hell
and bring him with me!"

       "Killing him won't do you any good. You'll be the seventh kid with
probably much less inheritance than Halim. People won't take you as
seriously as now Hazim is alive, and you'll be in a much worse position
than with Hazim."

       "So you're saying I better stick with a horrible dad like him for
the rest of my life? You can kiss my ass!"

       "He wasn't a good dad, but that doesn't mean he can't change. You
see how he was when the Han existed, maybe we could make him better just
like the Han."

       "So is that what it is? Do you want to be the Han? You're not even a
spec of dust that man was, so stop kidding yourself."

       Zain sighed, "What I am trying to say is, I don't want you to kiss
his ass, but maybe we can make him kiss your ass. Maybe then after you get
your revenge it will be easier for you to cooperate with him, especially
with me since your dad wants you to be under my care."

       "You got me at him kissing my ass, tell me what to do."

       "You're more alike with your dad than you know."

       "That doesn't sound like it will make him kiss my ass."

       Zain shook his head, "Go to your dad's room and tell him you're the
person I told him to watch him fuck."

       "Why the fuck would I want to do that!?"

       "I am about to explain it to you! I told your dad he had to do
restraint training by showing some restraint in fucking his boys. And
that's where you come, as a part of the restraint training. I think it
would be better if the one who decided whether or not he performs well is
you, and while you're at it, you can let out some pent-up frustration you
have with him by telling him he performed horribly and you'll punish him."

       "Oh, I'll punish him just right! He'll be the one calling me daddy
by the time I finish with him!" Yousef punched his own fist.

       "Well... try to take it lightly first. We don't want him to back
away first without making progress. Remember, the main point is to make him
a better person."

       "As if he could be a good person."

       "Better doesn't equal good. The Han had shown us that at least he
could be controlled, and if he could control himself without other people
involved. I don't know how far I want to do it, yet, but I can promise you,
he'll be off your skin."

       Yousef was silent, which was weird for him, as he looked at Zain
intently, and then suddenly, he combed the side of his hair. "Never know
you're that down bad for me. You know what, I might actually tap that
Chocolate Bakery over there." He said licking his lips.

       Zain blinked speechless.

       "You can either go to your father's room now, or I'll look for
someone else."

       Yousef was out of his sight within a second.

       It was but a problem that he had to deal with that day, but at least
one was down. He made his way around the dining hall, socializing with a
few nobles as he made his way. Most of them had Greek slaves on their tow,
either with their heads down, but smirking, or their heads up, still
smirking.

       It wasn't the only time Zain saw a noble getting closely intimate
with the Greek slave. He saw one noble passionately making out with a Greek
slave while getting fingered under a shade of a tree between bushes, while
a couple of others had their Greek slave "helping" them shitting in the
latrine with their slave fingers digging up their ass. Some treated the
slaves nicer, while others treated them rougher.

       Zain saw a group of young nobles, who all were part of the floor
cumdump team last night, laughing as one of them rubbed a head of a Greek
slave on their bare ass. The expression told Zain the noble was enjoying
the head and the slave was more than just getting his face rubbed
there. Zain was more than confident that the slave had his tongue deep
inside the noble while the noble's friends laughed at the slave's
"torture". Zain wasn't at all surprised when the young nobles retreated to
a lounging area and each had a Greek slave eating out their ass. He knew
with the influence of the right drug, those nobles would be taking Greek's
dick up their ass in broad daylight. So Zain did just that. Zain didn't
need to peek to know the slaves were taking turns slamming their cocks hard
up the nobles' shitters, doing ass to mouth, and spanking their asses raw,
the nobles were loud in their description and left nothing to the
imagination. Luckily, they were bachelors and just arrived out of college,
so many nobles only chuckled at the young bucks just getting out of
college. Their reputation still took a hit, and Zain imagined their fathers
would burn their ears off after, but it still didn't stop them from
bringing a couple of Greek slaves home. The fathers. Some fathers even
brought the slaves who had been fucking their sons home, though Zain
noticed the fathers were either drunk or passed out after their sons
supplied them with the meads. All of them had to be carried by a Greek on
their camel as they went back home with Greek cocks far up their ass.

       Those who didn't cunted by the Greeks acted as if they had found a
new bond with them.

       When Zain told them every single Greek slave knew how to make the
secret mead they loved, many nobles decided to take more Greek slaves home,
even the hunky labor slaves. Even if the rest of the nobles didn't forge a
bond with Greek slaves, Zain was confident there would be many nights where
those nobles would have a "drunken mistake" with those slaves or just woke
up with an ass full of cum without knowing who put them there.

       Zain did make sure no captured slave in his coronation became public
property. After all, the spare slaves were intended to be given to him, so
he may do as he pleased with them. So he granted them to nobles who were
kind to their slaves and treated them fairly, employing them as workers in
his family's drug plantations, and he took a few himself to be
servants. More importantly, he forbade any of them, slaves that Zain had
claimed and given away, to be taken to slavers for "education" treatment
and allowed them to keep their original name.

       Why did he do this, you might ask?  He himself wasn't sure.

       There was the stress of being a new sultan. He had to make an
impression and this way, he had made quite an impression on everyone. His
decision was quite controversial as it was not something that a noble would
do, though it wasn't unfounded. After all, the great Prophet himself
abhorred slavery. This eradicated any sort of "weak-willed leader" image
that might spread when he became a sultan, while also showing Zain's
authority and closeness to Hazim. Of course, that doesn't mean he had to
consign every single Arab noble's bussy to Greek dicks.

       On a more philosophical reasoning that Zain loved to fool himself
into just to make himself feel better, Zain could see the restraints that
bound every single one of them, constraining their wildest desire, their
one true self, to a dark corner, which Zane could see clearly under the
candlelight last night, somehow. These men who beat themselves up to be the
peak of masculine perfection were masking their own submissiveness with a
mask. They believed that God demanded submission after all. But what if
this was a ploy by God, a contest, if you may because God wanted someone to
rule over these beta subs? He always loved being on the scene and being the
one influencing them, even when he was in college. Now that he was given a
stronger power to influence people, he felt like a child with a new toy.

       Then there was the itch and the familiar heat in his body that
cooked his mind. It was like forever ago he felt the same flame, and what
happened the night prior had ignited the old flame. The flame that, Zain
afraid, refused to be extinguished. The flame had given him the best
experience in his college years, and he had to admit, his stress about
being a sultan disappeared by the thought of those masculinity-obsessed
macho men who scorn so much as a thought about taking it up the ass getting
more and more dicks as time went by. However, he was afraid that the flame
would burn his whole life down now that he had become a sultan.

       On his way to the dining table Jamal had prepared for them, he saw
Arshak approached him. Beside him, a black man, with Karim limping in
tow. All still naked. He always thought there was nothing Karim couldn't
take, but 12" brown and black dicks were probably too much for him.

       The black boy was a cheerful man, however, his smile always got even
wider whenever he saw Zain, sometimes even betraying the man's own
conviction to play it cool. His third black "leg" also lurched whenever his
gaze fell onto Zain's face, and as Zain was naked at the time, the cock
remained half-hard. Not that it didn't swing visibly under his dishdasha
whenever the black man walked already.

       Arshak rolled his eyes when Afgab, the black noble, had clearly
forgotten about him as his equally black eyes were fixed on Zain.

       "Zain, wow, you look... amazing," Afgab said as his eyes were
fucking with Zain's exposed naked brown body. "I mean, you always look
amazing, but you look absolutely divine right now."

       Afgab had been infatuated with Zain ever since they saw each other
which was when both Arshak and Afgab were but a preteen. Afgab and Arshak
met during their reciting of the sacred book class with a local teacher,
and Afgab visited their house. Zain and his family were doing their noon
prayer at the time and were prostrating. Afgab had a front-row seat to look
at the Abdul's assortments of holes. Afgab remembered each and every one of
them, from Abdul's big fat meaty hairy ass and puffy dark hole, Karim's
recently married muscle phat ass with a reddish and even puffier asshole,
Basir's smooth bubble butt with dark forest crack and raw red tight hole
leaking, which later Afgab knew was cum. But the one that caught his eyes
was Zain's big brown phat ass and a dark tight hole that kept winking at
him as if the hole was flirting.

       Arshak smacked his head and whispered to pray with them so his dad
wouldn't kill both of them as he took place beside Zain. The youngest son
followed his father's lead and prostrated naked on the floor. Although
Afgab didn't have any desire for his new friend Arshak, he thought he might
as well look at the last hole of Abdul's family. Arshak's ass was small but
bubbly and pert, and in between the cheeks, was a very dark tight hole. He
slapped the tight hole playfully, and quietly laughing when he watched
Arshak's muscles only twitch as he couldn't move. Arshak knew if he moved
and his father noticed, he'd get a scolding.

       Ever since that moment, Afgab had been Zain's most devoted
admirer. Afgab just somehow "found" himself in Zain's vicinity every single
day, and he also prayed in Zain's house for Evening and Night
prayers. Zain's family did Morning, Noon, and Afternoon prayers in a
mosque. Whenever Zain was around, Afgab's attention was only on Zain and
his smile got wider. He always showered Zain with praise and flattery, and
when Zain turned his back, Afgab's eyes were glued to Zain's fatass.

       Although Zain didn't show any interest in returning Afgab's
attention, he didn't do anything to dissuade it either. If anything, deep
down, he knew he enjoyed the attention and the admiration, which was why
whenever he found a reason to be naked he would. When he washed himself, he
often noticed Afgab's pair of eyes peeking at him. He would bend over, ass
to the eyes, and washed his ass for longer than he should. Unconsciously,
he would wink his hole at the man.

       It was during moments when Afgab had the opportunity to pray
together just with Zain, just the two of them, things started to
escalate. The first time they did it, Afgab tried his best to remain cool
as he prayed beside Zain as the man led the prayer. In the end, he
couldn't, he stepped back, as two people's prayers were done in one row
with the leader slightly forward, and took the magnificent sight of Zain's
ass. He thought Zain was going to react, at least ask why he didn't pray,
but the man remained praying. When Zain bent over, Afgab was already
squatting behind him, watching the big ass and the dark star intently like
he was some sort of astrologer.

       When Zain was prostrating on the floor, Afgab inched his face
closer, and once his nose was in between the crack, but not touching the
ass, he inhaled the musky manly sweat deep. He rubbed on his nose as the
pleasure from the smell violated the nerves in his nostrils, it was sweet
and addictive. He was like bees drunk on flowers, the ass smell made him so
drunk that he found the courage to lift his hand and grope Zain's
mountainous cheeks. He spread the cheeks wide, exposing the dark star to
air and letting it breathe, as he checked on Zain who didn't move. After
observing, even blowing air at the then-virgin hole, Afgab decided to risk
it and planted a peck on the red lascivious asshole. He watched as Zain's
body shuddered and he stood up. Afgab thought Zain would turn and scold
him, but instead, he continued his prayer. As it was noon prayer, Zain
would have to prostrate three more times, so Afgab planted three more pecks
on the asshole.

       It never escalated beyond mouth-to-ass action, but the pecks did
turn to kiss before turning into proper ass-eating. Zain wasn't the only
ass Afgab ate as well as he was so close with the Abduls that he had many
one-on-one prayer times with each of the Abduls who, he discovered, would
rather have their ass eaten than breaking their prayer. They did have
different first reactions to Afgab kissing their asshole. Basir, for
example, resulted in the second-born sitting on Afgab's face on a regular
basis, while Karim only looked at Afgab weirdly, that was before Arshak
invited him to a regular threesome with Karim. Abdul didn't even say a
word, but Afgab did notice the Patriarch arched his back and made his fat
ass more prominent more and more whenever Afgab was around. He had most of
his private prayers with Abdul himself, and Abdul always insisted on
praying with Afgab whenever they met. Of course, Afgab didn't do anything
when they prayed in a public mosque, but in Abdul's special midnight
secluded prayer, he would invite Afgab where the black emancipated slave
would eat the shit out of Abdul's asshole and make it bloom like a
flower. Arshak on the other hand, didn't like anything except tongue inside
his ass, and Afgab ate his friend's dark hole regularly as well. They only
knew because Arshak lost a bet and had to let Afgab finger fuck him for
"discovery", Afgab did let Arshak finger-bang him afterward which made them
realize both of them didn't like anything up there, except Arshak who could
enjoy some tongue in his ass. They did joke about having lost their ass
"virginity" to each other fingers.

       Afgab was only barely eleven years old at the time.

       Then Zain went to college in Baghdad, and Afgab spent his time with
the Abduls.

       After Zain was back 4 years later when he had turned 20 and Afgab
was 15, they finally met again. There were no tears, of course, but both
were unconsciously excited to meet each other again. Afgab was trailing
Zain around that day until finally, Zain asked him to go to pray together,
just the two of them. His cock had never gone down, and Zain could hardly
take his eyes off the black rock-hard 12" anaconda. When Zain muttered his
prayer, he could see from the root of his eyes that Afgab's humongous cock
was bouncing up and down on its own, and when Afgab walked quietly off his
vision, Zain could feel his body heat soar as his nape hair stood.

       After years of only seeing Zain's starfish in his dream and memory,
dedicating every single drop of his cum to the tight virgin butthole every
single night, even the one he injected into someone else's butthole, his
cock was hard the moment they met. So he was utterly heartbroken, when he
spread the buttcheeks apart, finding his favorite right dark hole was
already swollen and sunken like it had a whole town running into it,
perhaps Zain had. He felt so heartbroken he thought of just shoving his 12"
into the slutty hole and treating it like the cum receptacle it was. But in
the end, he couldn't, his feelings wouldn't allow it. It was then he
realized his feelings for Zain were more than just adoration. So in the
end, he just left Zain there standing, waiting after a while excited, only
to realize Afgab was gone.

       Ever since that day, they grew apart, but Afgab was still present in
Abdul's household. If anything, he was a little bit more public with his
relationship with other Abduls. Often Zain "caught" Afgab drilling his
second brother, Basir, in the living room. At night when he was sleeping
over, which happened quite often, he spit-roasted and double-penetrated
Karim with Arshak, and sometimes, he even slept over without Arshak and
still got the full service from Zain's eldest brother. It's not rare the
threesome developed into a foursome with Basir when he was sleeping at home
with the two dark "brothers" fucking the two Arab brothers, ass to
mouth. Sometimes, it was the two brothers on one dark meat.

       When that wasn't enough, Afgab pushed things even further during
Abduls' family prayer. The first time it happened, everything was
normal. They were naked, and prostrating like usual, and Afgab was passing
around eating everyone's asses. It had been such normality that the
Patriarch had always left a long wait between their position as if he knew
his sons were having their asses eaten. That was until nobody felt any
tongue on their ass and suddenly, the Patriarch gasped and let out a held
groan. What followed after was a clapping, flesh on flesh, and sloshing
sound.

       "What the fuck!"

       Arshak was the first one who couldn't hold his curiosity and looked
up, even Zain followed after and his eyes were met with the sight of his
own father, the Patriarch of Abdul's family, prostrating naked carrying
Afgab, the 15 years old black teen, on his back while the kid's black cock
sawing in and out of his ass rapidly. When Afgab's eyes met Zain, he paused
and pulled his cock until only the head was remaining, and slammed his cock
home until it was deep inside Abdul's asshole and only his egg-sized black
balls hanging out of the hole. Even then Zain could feel the animosity in
his eyes and it was as if Afgab was revenge fucking him.

       Zain's asshole was quivering, both from fear and excitement.

       Zain was never invited to their sleepover orgy. His brothers did try
to invite him, but he kept refusing and pretended to sleep. It was partly
because of his "adulting", he was an adult after all and his college years
had already been over, so he thought he needed to part from the wildlife he
had been living in Baghdad. This reason was also bullshit because he did
mess around with his brothers, Halim, and on very rare occasions, some
random guy he found hot. The second and more likely reason was that he felt
like there was a wall between him and Afgab ever since their first meeting,
again. He didn't understand how and why the wall had suddenly existed, and
he was too occupied with his life and his new role as his father's
right-hand man to even have the time to fix the wedge. Of course, if he had
known why Afgab was distant, he would have been even more infuriated since
it was just unfair that Afgab was mad at him for sleeping around when Afgab
himself was most definitely not a chaste man.

       And when Afgab fucked every ass during their family prayer, Zain's
ass was the only one left dry and wanting. It was a wonder that Arshak
never tried to fuck the rest of his family together with Afgab, but
apparently, Abdul's spanking whenever Arshak do anything outside of their
prayer left his body traumatized to even move.

        But then Zain became busier and busier with court life, especially
after he spent his time away with his father, and Afgab's feelings of
betrayal began to be replaced with feelings of longing. And just like that,
after a year of only meeting once in a while, Afgab began kissing Zain's
ass again, literally. The first time it happened was during a public prayer
with a lot of people around them, and Afgab was letting out all of the
longing and misery that he felt for refusing to engage with Zain for a year
on Zain's months of unused ass. Even Zain couldn't help but shake his ass
up and down the surprisingly long and meaty tongue. Afgab still refused to
fuck Zain, but it was more out of respect and wanting to prove to himself
and Zain that his feeling was genuine and different.

       It wasn't that long ago since the last time Zain met Afgab, and his
asshole met his tongue, but whenever his ears caught the man's voice, the
response went straight to his asshole. He was always worried that anyone
around could hear or see his asshole purr, especially Afgab. It wasn't just
his voice, Afgab's white toothy smile, slightly toned dark body, handsome
face, naughty eyes, and even his white seemingly translucent thobe that
didn't hide anything on his body, Zain liked the man. And he hadn't even
mentioned the visible 12" black anaconda under his thobe or Afgab's rarely
mentioned but it still was amazing bubble butt. He didn't let his fondness
show, obviously, but he had a feeling Afgab knew the attraction was mutual.

       "Long time no see, Afgab." Zain said.

       "Too long, I say, too long." Afgab licked his lips, "But don't let
me stall you any longer, you must've been starving." He said as he guided
Zain to the nearest table, with his hand respectfully near Zain's ass,
sneaking only a squeeze right before Zain sat on the chair.

       Zain was impressed by the self-restraint Afgab showed, he was sure
the kid would exhibit behavior that could damage his reputation, like
fondling his ass openly, but it seemed Afgab was aware of the stake of
Zain's new position. Of course, for most of the court who didn't know
Afgab's questionable background, the presence of a noble black man wasn't
as questionable as they were in the Christian world since most of the
nobles in Africa, mainly the Sultanate of Tunisia and Qahirah, were black,
albeit still dominated by Arab nobility. Not to mention Afgab's young age
also could signify another potential rumor.

       They were seated at the nearest table in the empty room. Most of the
feast attendees already had their breakfast and were preparing for their
next journey, while the people of high nobility were probably lounging in
their rooms. The room was pretty much abandoned. Jamal who had his
breakfast also excused himself out to handle the preparation for the
caravan.

       Afgab took his seat closely beside Zain, making Arshak roll his
eyes.

       Luckily for Arshak, he didn't have to be the third wheel between
them as he caught Jafar who was still at a dining table looking at him. He
winked at Arshak, biting his lips slightly as he made his way out of the
dining hall.

       "Well, you guys enjoy your time, I have something to do... Well,
someone. See you later, brother." Arhsak said kissing Zain on the cheek and
slapping Karim on his sore ass.

       "F---! Arshak!" Karim screamed and tried to grab his brother to no
avail. He sat his sore ass beside Afgab, "That brat! I swear to God, he'll
be the death of me."

       Both Afgab and Zain only giggled.

       "I am starving! Hey! You! Slave! Bring us the food and the strongest
mead you have!" Karim shouted angrily, which Zain could only assume from
both the literal and figurative pain in his ass as well as jealousy at
their brother new found toy.

       "I thought you already ate."

       "We did, Arshak and I," Afgab replied, "But Karim was too busy being
our table, and holes, to eat anything. He put his lil bro's needs before
his own, he's the best brother, this one!"

       "Shut up," Karim said as his cheeks turned rosy. He was an easy man.

       After a while, the servants had filled the table in front of them
with food.

       "Here, let me feed you," Afgab said grabbing the meal in front of
him with his hand and offering it to Zain.

       He looked around and sure enough, people were watching his next
move.

       Feeding people was not that uncommon, especially between people with
close relationships. The question, however, was what kind of relationship
the two people were having. This interaction did bring with it an
implication of different stature and dynamics between the two people, with
the one fed being more dominant. The intimate implication also couldn't be
disregarded as the one being fed was actually at their most vulnerable
state, and could easily be harmed by the other party. For this reason, this
interaction most of the time signified a deep trust, a most intimate and
close relationship. One that one usually had with their lover. Usually.

       Zain looked at the hand closely, and he noticed how slick Afgab's
hand was despite the food being mostly dry. He looked at Afgab whose cheeks
turned rosy after realizing he had been caught, but still smiling, hoping
like a cute boy instead of his usual naughty self.

       What Zain couldn't stand, however, was the sudden pungent and manly
smell that his nose suddenly caught underneath the savory smell, and he
would be lying if he said his mouth didn't water. The heat in his body
raised again, and without him realizing it, Zain opened his mouth and ate
the food, then sucked on the hand, grabbing every last bit of dry cum left
in there.

       Now, everyone would think Afgab was either his lover or his close
friend.

       Having a male lover within the Caliphate was quite a complicated
deal. On one hand, it was an acceptable thing as long as you were not the
submissive partner. Acceptable was also quite complicated, as don't ask
don't tell was more accurate with people with stronger influence could be
more open with their relationship. The best example of this relationship
was Hazim's fourth son, Aziz, and his man-wife, Zakar. People still going
to talk, but nobody will do anything to one of the Caliph's sons. He was a
new sultan, so he had to be wary of what people were thinking. Alas, he had
already eaten from Afgab's hand, so he had to just roll with it.

       "How have you been?" Zain said, turning to Afgab to look at his
face, but his eyes quickly caught the humongous obscene bulge
underneath. The cock was pushing out the fabric upwards, tapping underneath
the table.

       "Nothing much. I've been sailing to Gujarat, buying new ships, and
setting new trade routes with a couple of other Hindi kingdoms. The perk of
not born Arab, they aren't too hostile to me. In fact, I think they look up
to me when they notice I have a crew full of Arabs beneath me."

       Afgab punished one of his disgruntled crew by spanking him in public
and then gave him to the local noble as a gift. It helped him with making
the trade route possible, so he not only gained more money but also earned
more respect from his crew while cutting off the pain in his ass all in one
move.

       "I am glad you've made a name for yourself."

       "Well, I buy a lot of ships in the Mediterranean Sea as well. Things
are definitely heating up more and more, and I make a lot of investment,
you know, to help you."

       "Help me?" This time, Zain managed to take his eyes off and look at
Afgab properly.

       "Yes. I bought a lot of warships, you can use this to fill your
fleet in case we go to war with the Greeks again. And in times of peace, it
could be used for trading or maybe even starting a slave trade of our own!
With my ties to the Hindi, and yours opening path across the Black Sea, we
could create and monopolize a trade route from the land of the Rus to the
Hindi Plateau!"

       "And in return, you want what?"

       Afgab straightened his body and cleared his throat, he grabbed one
of Zain's hands with his clean hand and placed it under the table on his
thigh, close to his hot cock, not enough to foil his sincerity but good
enough distance to help with his case. "I want to be your lover. I am
young, and people won't question it if you took me as your lover, and when
I get old enough and you're bored of me or I become a liability to your
reputation, you can throw me off anytime you want. But please listen! I'll
be useful, I promise."

       It was quite normal for a powerful person to take someone as their
lover, especially a young person who they often posed as their
"apprentice".The whole dynamic was acceptable as long as the powerful man
was dominant in the relationship, but Zain was sure he wouldn't be the
dominant one in their relationship, even if Afgab was okay with being the
submissive one.

       "He doesn't need a lover! As I will be with him in Rum." Halim
suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with clear irritation in his voice, "I
bring you drink, Zain." He said sweetly as he took a seat at Zain's empty
side.

       The people he would bring to Rum had been decided prior by Hazim,
Hazim's councilors, and Zain, including their positions. After all, it's
going to be hard to build a new "kingdom" on a conquest land if you don't
have the manpower to keep it together. So they basically auctioned off the
positions, lands, and titles to bring people into Zain's new sultanate.

       Halim was not one of those people. He came inviting himself, and no
one could refuse him, not even Hazim.

       The only time he dared to upset the kid was when he forced Halim to
circumcise the 6" dick, which took him weeks to convince the boy to do it,
and they had huge fights. Halim eventually relented and did the
procedure. After the surgery, during which you could hear Halim's scream
throughout the city, Halim refused to see his father. Hazim was willing to
listen to whatever the Han man told him to do, including helping the Han
make the secret salve to make his son's recovery faster.

       That night, he was hunged upside down tied with ropes with his legs
bound to his shoulder and hands tied behind his back. The rope was attached
to the barrack's ceiling, which had a contraption to easily pull Hazim up
and down. He had to suck, or rather, let the soldiers and guards ram their
cocks in his mouth until they wanted to cum. After which, they pulled the
contraption to bring him further down, so they could reach Hazim's asshole
which had a short pipe stuffed in it to keep it open. They shot their cum
inside the open ass and used the lid on the pipe to seal the ass close when
they were done. When the ass was full to the brim, they'd pushed the cum
down the drain with a 10" wooden dildo that the Han man gave them and
gathered the expelled cum back into the asshole. For 3 days Hazim was
carried around by soldiers to the barrack, training ground, and even the
latrine, to be their cum barrel. He was given the proper medication to help
him hold and ferment the cum inside. The soldiers, of course, were
confused, but nobody dared to question Hazim. Besides, a hole is a hole for
soldiers, and many of them were slaves who didn't have easy access to any
hole. So in 3 days, they drained their balls empty.

       After three days, Hazim's muscular stomach was bloated and he looked
like a proper human barrel. The soldiers had to carry him onto his throne,
which was closed for the month, where he perched his ass at the edge and
shit what was like gallons of cum into the pot below him. For making the
first batch of salve, Hazim managed to shit out 10 pots of cum, before he
continued gathering cum for another 9 batches. The funny thing that Zain
noted, Halim had already capable of walking the day the Han "harvested"
Hazim's fermented cum for the first time. Halim even watched as his father
worked his ass off, literally, to help their physician make a salve for his
favorite son. It was tear-jerking, really. Only after the tenth batch was
finished did they know Halim only needed the first batch, the nine others
were for the physician's personal use.

       The physician pulled out the pipe, and everyone, the courtiers and
the soldiers watched in fascination as the Han man's magical hands massaged
the asscheeks. The hole contracted wildly as it tightened itself. Of
course, the Han man had to use his 3" cock as a measurement of how tight
the Caliph's asshole should be, and for accurate measurement, he needed to
do in and out motion. After spraying Caliph's insides with muscle relaxant
cum straight from his cock, the Han pulled back, making some of the cum
spill out. He did the hand massage again to close the asshole tight,
gathered some of the spilled cum, and pushed it back inside, then he sealed
the asshole close by digging his fingers deep inside Hazim's asscheeks like
he was pushing a button there.

       "Uh oh." Zain heard Karim mutter before he scooted away from Afgab.

       "Nobody asked you," Afgab said, then continued in a whisper only
loud enough for Zain to hear and for Halim to read his mouth, "Cunt."

       As if they could realize each other as a love rival, both Halim and
Afgab hated each other from the moment they met. They argued at every turn
in their conversations, and it would always result in a huge fight unless
stopped. Zain always found it funny that whenever they fought, both of them
always got a hard-on pushing through their thobe.

       "Zain!" Halim shook Zain's arm.

       "You're disturbing him eating, go away. Be a bother to someone
else. Here, Zain let me feed you more." Afgab said pulling Zain closer to
him by the arm with his free hand.

       "I can feed him, you are not needed. Go away!" Halim said taking
Zain's meal and offering it to him.

       "Ahem!" A naked Greek slave cleared his throat, and in his hand, he
carried a tray with four huge mugs and a couple of bottles.

       Zain recognized him as the slave who had been attending Karim and
feeding him their "double-distilled mead" last night. It was then Zain
finally got a good look at him.

       The man was actually younger than Zain, perhaps in his early
twenties. He had dark hair and a small head. His body was lean built but
very toned. He was a handsome boy with smooth fair skin from his short dark
hair to his toes. He had a sharp nose and a soft line of short beard
running along his jawline and his sides. He seemed to be more confident
than he did last night. The boy gave Zain a cheeky wink, an attitude that
wasn't present last night.

       "I am bringing you our famous mead, my lords. You are lucky because
these are a bit more special than the one last night and we just made it
this morning. They are not double-distilled but triple-distilled! Using
Prince Pasha...'s own special Arabic container to distill this for a more
exotic taste, perhaps close to home taste, with original full-blown Greek
mead made by his new husbands. The distillation was raw and connected from
tap to tap so the mead fermentation was not soiled by air. We also added
special Greek milk pounded and churned inside the Arab Prince, err, special
container."

       He placed a mug in front of each of them. The water was dark orange,
almost brown, and foamy on top. There were also thread-like white
substances dancing around the murky water. The smell was striking,
metallic, yet strongly alcoholic with a hint of spices.

       "And these," the slaves brought out 4 wine bottles and set them in
front of Zain, "are presents from Pasha himself. The husbands, and Pasha,
are feeling very grateful for your patronage, so they're giving this for
you."

       "He shouldn't have," Zain said, but still accepting the gifts as
refusing them could be perceived as an insult to Pasha.

       "Wow, the smell is strong! I can't believe those are what people say
good!" Halim said.

       "Here you acted like a big boy but can't even fathom the smell of
alcoholic drinks!" Afgab belittled him even though his nose was scrunching
a couple of times from the smell.

       "Fuck you! I can drink it better than you!" Halim raised his mug and
gulped down the substance with his eyes closed. He gagged just as fast, but
when he heard Afgab laughing at him, he forced the liquid down his
throat. The mug wasn't even a quarter empty, but Halim's head had already
slumped down on the table.

       "Look at that kid!" Afgab gloated. He tapped Zain on the shoulder to
look at him. He leaned on one arm on the table and drank from the mug while
looking at Zain smugly. He did manage to down the mug, but his head slumped
as fast as he finished the drink.

       "These fucking kids." Karim shook his head, "This better be stronger
than the last one!" He said to the slave.

       "Don't worry, sir. This one will change your life, I promise."

       The slave smiled sweetly at Karim, but Zain could feel an ominous
wind blowing at the back of his neck. There was just something wrong with
the smile, something so menacing and perverse.

       Karim quickly downed everything in his mug, and as he set his mug
down, his head swayed back and forth, "Fuck it is strong..."

       "Right, I told you. Here, drink the one that slutty prince can't
finish. There is no need to waste any of our precious Greek piss, you
piss-guzzler." The slave suddenly dropped his meek and submissive tone
bringing forth a more maniacal and disrespectful, almost angry, demeanor,
much to Zain's surprise. He pulled Karim's head back by the hair, then
pinched his nose forcing Karim's mouth to open and then he poured
everything inside Karim's waiting mouth.

       "Here, have your brother's as well. We both know he's way smarter
than the rest of you!" The slave took Zain's glass without even looking at
Zain and dunk everything into Karim's gut.

       "Is that good enough for you, sir?" The slave asked with a mocking
tone.

       Karim, on the other hand, couldn't even keep half of his eyes open,
he only smiled stupidly and nodded his head.

       "Do you want some more, Cunt?" The slave spat on his face, and Zane
watched in astonishment as his brother only smiled sluggishly, slightly
giggling, and nodded. Never would he imagine a slave treating anyone like
that, let alone his brother. Such disrespect, and yet Zain remained
silent. He looked around at the guards who merely watching as if nothing
wrong had happened.

       Was the drink really that strong? Even then, Zain never saw Karim
this compliant when he was drunk, he was usually pretty well composed,
albeit sleepy. And that still did not explain the unresponsive guards, the
slave wasn't being pretty loud, but he was not keeping his voice low
either.

       "Here, I am feeling generous, so I'll give you my very special mead
and authentic Greek salami."

       There, in the public dining room, the naked Greek slave pushed his
8" uncut thick white cock into Karim's mouth. Karim took it without any
problem since he had been dealing with their brother's larger cock, and
like a natural cocksucker, he sucked on the cock the moment it entered his
mouth.

       "Damn, I can tell you already have a lot of experience in
cocksucking, don't you?"

       Karim nodded as the cock sawed in and out of his mouth.

       "Tell me, is my cock the best one you have taste, slut?"

       "No... it's my brother, Arshak..." Karim answered without hesitation
even in his inebriated state, before resuming sucking.

       "Heh, never thought you Arabs are quite the brother fuckers, but
since all of you seemed natural to drinking piss, I shouldn't have been
surprised. But then again, that one probably isn't your brother. Doesn't
matter, but we need to work on your taste. Can't have my future husband not
liking the taste of my dick, now can I? You'd love that, don't you? A Greek
husband all for yourself, bringing you his mead and thick Greek salami for
the rest of your life?"

       Karim was frowning at the word "husband", but when the sentence
reached the words "mead" and "salami", he smiled stupidly and nodded with a
cock still going in and out of his mouth.

       "Don't worry, we got all day and night from now on for you to
acquire my taste, 'cause let me tell you. I. Am. Your. Husband." The slave
slammed hard punctuating his words, then at the word "going", his body
spasm as he pumped his cum straight into Karim's gut.

       When he was done, he pulled out his dick and grab Karim by the head,
and slapped his cock on Karin's face.

       "What are you, cunt?"

       "Your husband..."

       "No, my piss-guzzling-obedient-wife." The slave forced Karim's mouth
open and told him to hold it open before pissing into the waiting mouth. He
filled Karim's mouth with piss until some overflowing out, before he
sprayed Karim's face and hair with it as well. "Now, guzzle my piss,
wifey."

       Karim closed his mouth, and with a pained look, he gulped down the
entire piss forcing it down his gut. Zain could even see Karim's throat
bulging as the piss traveled down his throat.

       "Good boy. Now, go to your room and prepare your cunt like a good
obedient wife. We still need to consummate our marriage. I still have a few
things to discuss with my brother-in-law."

       Karim stood on his feet, body still swayed, and walked away from
them. As he passed the slave, he stopped to kiss the slave on the cheek
lovingly without a command.

       The slave looked surprised, but Zain could tell he clearly welcomed
the surprise. It was clear that Zain did not have any say in their
"marriage".

       He then turned to Zain who looked at him warily. His hand had formed
knuckles and his muscles were all tense. He was ready to fight at a
moment's notice, but as the pacifist and hedonist that he was, he preferred
to listen first. His biggest mistake.

       "Don't look so tense, we are friends, aren't we? Isn't that why you
saved all of the Greek last night? Well, saying you saved them would
probably be an exaggeration as I would've done it myself, but you did make
my job easier, I guess that counts for something."

       Zain couldn't understand what the man was saying, but he felt
himself letting his guard down. It was true after all, that he might not be
saving the Greeks, but he did feign ignorance and ultimately saving them.

       "Who are you?" Zain asked.

       "Me? Well, you can call me Sybil Gilgamesh, the High Priest to the
Mystery of the Dawn. But you can forget my title. I prefer to be called Gil
these days. What I am wondering is who are you, truly, besides the sultan
and son of Blablabla, I don't care. Why do you help us? What goes through
your mind?"

       Even Zain himself didn't know. He knew he didn't have to answer the
slave, but his mind racked itself nonetheless, trying to find an answer,
yet he was unsure. "I don't know... Perhaps changes, perhaps just intrusive
thoughts. Even I don't know myself. What I know is, this way is the better
way."

       "Greeks fucking the Arabs?"

       "More like understanding of our needs for pleasure. We should be
able to relieve ourselves and be who we are despite where we are and our
position. I am not sure myself."

       "Interesting. I suppose that is to be expected of the Chosen
One. Well, you're not the Chosen of the Dawn, so I'll still have fun with
you. Don't worry. I am not a cruel man neither are the followers of the
Dawn. For as long as you are our friends and friends to the old children of
the Latin Empire, you'll have us as your friends. That includes the
Greeks. The Dawn blessing be upon ye."

       Zain couldn't tell what was happening, he couldn't even remember
what the man was saying, but he felt a surge of energy in him, as if he was
roused from sleep. He felt fresh and rejuvenated.

       "I suppose that settles it. I will be on my way, your brother is
waiting for me to stick this Greek salami in his coochie. Oh, and don't
think about me too much will ya? Somethings are best left unanswered." With
that, Gil left him on his dining table with Afgab and Halim who was still
knocked out.

       He looked at the bottles in front of him. He knew he had no
intention of drinking a single drop of that foul thing. What happened was
strange and Gil was also strange, but Zain couldn't wrap his head around
it. But then again, some things are best left unanswered. He could only
pray Gil won't mess with him too much.

       He thought for a second about what he should do with the bottles,
and he decided to give them as a gift to his new court members he had only
briefly met during the feast last night. So those people were the ones he
went to next, after dressing, of course, leaving both Afgab and Halim still
passed out on the table.

       As part of support and gift for his new empire, he had three groups
of men joining him in his new Sultanate. Most of them were from clans
within the Medinan tribe, mainly the Husaynid. Then there was a small group
of men coming from a tribe within the Sultanate of Persia, and lastly, a
group of Berber men who came from his mother's tribe. Sekhem gave him an
entourage of slaves while the rest of the sultans gave him ships.

       As Zain stepped his foot inside a tent to the room of his first
group of men, he was greeted with the sight of two young men scissoring
each other trying to latch their assholes on each other with the help of
two Greek slaves. The young men were Rashad and Rashid. Rashad was a
curly-haired and fair-skinned handsome man in his early twenties and a thin
mustache and a small patch of beard on his chin. Rashid was tanner than
Rashad, though he still had the curly hair of his brother. He didn't have
any facial hair or body hair, and Rashad didn't have body hair either. He
looked meaner and rougher than his brother though both of them still
maintained their boyish charisma. While Rashad had muscle even man-boobs,
Rashid was thin and lanky. Despite looking entirely different, both of them
gave off a twin behavior. They did born on the same day from different
mothers and had the same 6" cut cock. Zain knew of them as he had met their
family back when he was still at Medina. They were both inseparable and
insufferable troublemakers who often got beaten by their strict father. But
it wasn't them that he was looking for. It was their older brother, Rafay,
his would-be-vizier.

       "Oh, Zain! How long you've been there!? I hadn't noticed." Rashad
said as he lay on his side the floor with a young Greek as old as Rashad
maneuvering his legs and butt.

       Rashad's Greek slave was in his early twenties just like Rashad and
Rashid, but his muscles were bigger than them. He was still lean, but the
muscles were toned. He had very curly darkish hair just a little bit over
his forehead and a gorgeous face. He had a thick 6" cock on him.

       "Fuck, dude! You're coming at the right time! The Greeks just showed
us how they party with smokes, and man it's wild! You should join us!"
Rashid who was on his back looked at him briefly with his naughty smile
while a Greek slave similarly maneuvered his butt and legs creating
friction between the two Husaynids' assholes.

       The Greek slave who handled Rashid was older, but not by a huge
margin. Perhaps in only a year or two past twenty. He had olive skin,
ear-length wavy dark hair, and a smooth shaved beard running along his
sharp jaw.  He was a considerably handsome and well-groomed man, perhaps a
noble son before he became a slave, and his body was a bit more toned than
the Husaynids but less than the other slave, but without a single fat. His
cock was a lean 8" bent pecker.

       The slaves looked surprised and anxious when Zain came, but as the
younger slave who was closer to Zain got a closer look, he gave the older
one a sign and they suddenly relaxed. It seemed Zain had clearly made an
impression among the Greeks which he knew could be useful later.

       "Thanks for the offer, but I need to see your brother, is he here?"
Zain said.

       "Yeah, yeah. He is... um...  at the back with his new bitch! He
couldn't take himself off that one!" Rashad answered.

       "Hah! I'd say our brother is probably in love with that one!" Rashid
chimed in.

       "Haha! Don't let brother hear you or he'll whip your ass like
father!"

       Both of them laughed out loud seemingly unfearful of their brother,
which they did. Unlike their father, Rafay was close to his brothers and
seemingly doted on them. Zain was sure they must've rejoiced when Rafay
brought them along to the new Rum away from their father's eyes. That being
said, Zain knew fully well not to think of Rafay as a soft man as he was as
stoic as his father to those he did not like.

       Their lack of fear might as well be from the drugs in their
system. Clearly, whatever the Greeks had been feeding them already made the
two inebriated. Their eyes were red and dilapidated and their speech was
slurring a bit. They didn't say anything when the slaves laughing while
rapidly rubbing their assholes together or react negatively when the Greeks
spanked them when either Rashad or Rashid moaned. They didn't even seem to
mind the slaves taking hits from their hookah.

       "Well, Zain, if you don't want the pot, then suit yourself. But I am
ready for another hit, what about you brother?" Rashid said.

       "Fuck yeah! Get the hookah ready slaves!" Rashad slapped his slave
on the rump.

       The slaves didn't mind, not that they could even if they did, nor
did the Husaynids when the slaves stuck their fingers in their mouths.

       "Puckered up, then! Let me loosen you up!" The older slave
off-handedly remarked.

       Rashid slapped him on the butt which Zain perceived as a serious
slap, but he was so drunk the slap became very weak.

       "You're lucky I am in a good mood, else I'll whip you for ordering
your master like that!" Said Rashid, the meaner of the two.

       "Yes, Sir! I am so sorry, sir!" The slave apologized, but his face
nor his tone showed any remorse, only mocking obedient. "I think you need a
shot, sir. To lighten your mood for my slight." The slave said as he peed
into a small shot glass and filled it up. Without any courtesy, the slave
parted Rashid's mouth open and dumped the entire content into his
mouth. Rashid was about to protest but the moment the alcoholic pee hit the
tongue, his face crunched and once opened, his eyes were even more
dilapidated.

       "Just the tip of your finger!" Rashid slurred again having enough
conscience still despite his drunk state when he felt the slave's finger on
his asshole.

       The slave smirked, as he said, "Yes, sir! I'll only use my finger."
He said as he pulled Rashid's ass closer to his face and pushed his entire
middle finger into Rashid's tight asshole easily. "That is only the tip,
sir. I got a huge tip, I am sure you'll find out soon enough." He continued
as he hooked the tight asshole with two hands before drilling it with his
tongue. Rashid was moaning, Zane was sure even though he couldn't hear the
moan since the slave sat on Rashid's face.

       Rashad's slave also had his finger deep in his master's ass while he
smoked the hookah himself with his free hand. Once he finished inhaling the
hookah, he added another finger from his free hand inside Rashad's ass,
joining the two fingers together, before pulling the asshole apart. Rashad
did groan, but this groan was muffled by the slave's feet which covered
Rashad's face since the slave had been stepping on his face the whole time,
and when the slave blew the smoke into Rashad's ass, Zain could see his
eyes rolled back and drools coming out of his mouth in between the slave's
feet.

       Rashid let out a more undignified high pitch moan when his slave
blew the smoke into his ass which was loud and clear despite being covered
by his slave's ass. Then, both slaves pushed the asses together, asshole to
asshole, in a perfect match as if they had been doing it a couple of times,
which they probably had. Rashad and Rashid's head slumped to the floor,
drooling while moaning slightly. Their mind had clearly wandered off to the
land unknown.

       Rashid's slave, the older of the two slaves, stood up and kicked the
dirt on Rashid's face like a dog covering his shit. When he turned to Zain,
however, properly addressing him for the first time, he showed much more
respect. "I hope you don't mind us... sharing how we Greeks party with
them, your Highness."

       Zain was silent, contemplating how loyal the Greeks were truly, but
he decided to roll with it and trust his newfound loyal subjects, "I don't
blame you. I know Rashid is rough to his slave, and Rashad too. They took
it from their father. I'll try to keep them mindful of how they treated all
of you when we arrive at Trebizond."

       "You're too kind my lord. I am Achilles, I wish I was as strong as
the hero I was named for then maybe I wouldn't end up here, but I am glad
I, we, found you. Don't worry about us, we could handle them ourselves, the
Sybil had taught us how. You don't have to worry about them as well, we
will be your eyes and ears here."

       Zain raised his eyebrows, "You mention the Sybil? Who are they?"

       It was Achi's turn to raise his eyebrows, "You already met
him... But if he hasn't revealed himself to you then I have spoken too
much. I hope you'll understand." He said lowering his head, and Zain knew
Achi would refuse to answer if he was to ask another question about "the
Sybil".

       "I see. What's your friend's name?"

       "I am Christopher, my lord, at your service, in any way you want."
The boy said bouncing his meaty pecs.

       "You goddamn imbecile! Treat him with respect!" Achi reprimanded him
which made the boy's smirk fade as he lowered his head.

       "It's fine, Achilles, right?"

       "You can call me Achi, Your Highness, my parents and close friends
of mine always called me that. And I thank you for letting me, us, keep our
name. It reminds us of who we were so we won't forget ourselves. For that,
we will always remember you too."

       "And I will remember you as well, Achi. And you too,
Christopher. I'll just leave this gift to the two of you then. Please tell
Rafay I came when he isn't busy,"

       "He isn't busy, your highness. He is with Antonios. Master took a
liking to him when the Sybil introduced the two, and he was luckier than
us. Master pampers him and he listens to him, more than a master listens to
a slave. Like us, he knew he was indebted to you, I am sure if Master Rafay
felt disturbed by your visit, Antonios could smooth things over. You don't
have to worry."

       "Trust him, your highness! Antonios had charmed his mentor to give
him his ass, and from what I've seen, that Arab cuck will soon be eating
from his palm." Christopher added which he soon followed with a sorry when
Achi scolded him with his eyes.

       "It's fine. I suppose I'll trust both of you. Lead the way."

       The tent itself was huge and opulent. The interior was covered in
velvets and expensive fabric of various colors complete with furniture and
decorations. Rafay was not known for his moderation, which was the main
source of his father's ire.  Rafay, however, was a talented man, so his
father didn't have much to be angry with him. Zain could see three other
areas divided by huge curtains. The first one was an equally opulent
bathing area, which was left open, with a stone bathtub. Another room left
open was a resting area with two beds, probably, the brothers' bedroom. The
last one, huge gold curtains covered what Zain even could guess was the
biggest area of the tent despite it being closed.

       Achi motioned him to move forward to the huge gold curtains, and
then he parted them.

       The room was as Zain had expected. Not only did the room have its
own leisure area with hookah and tea set, but it also had its own dining
area complete with a chandelier on the ceiling, while the flooring was
covered in carpets. Decorations filled the leftover spaces that weren't
occupied by the huge master bed.

       On top was Rafay, handsome as he was despite his
less-than-appropriate appearance. He was a man in his early thirties, with
a short beard and short mustache covering half of his face. His eyes were
cold and stoic. Zain had seen Rafay's naked body as they prayed in public
many times, so the furry body and the 6" cut cock weren't new to him. Zain,
however, was surprised to find Rafay clothed at all.

       Rafay was lying on his bed kissing a naked blonde olive-skinned
slave, presumably Antonios. Rafay was wearing his thobe even his shemagh
although his thobe was lifted over his hard leaking cock which was jacked
by the slave and his shemagh was tied around from Rafay's head, around
Antonios's body across both of his armpits, stretched under Antonios's butt
and balls, then all the way under Rafay's balls with its end being pulled
up riding Rafay's ass by Antonios's hand from behind Rafay.

       Rafay had always been a proper and well-groomed man, even during
feasts and celebratory events, he always excused himself to his own room
whenever he was on the brink of getting drunk or wished to relieve
himself. So it was a rare sight to see him being jacked by a slave, let
alone in such a state. Although being jacked might not be accurate after
further inspection. It was more like Antonios was holding his hand still
while Rafay pumped his cock furiously. From the matted hair on Rafay's legs
from sweat and the dirty spots on the thobe, Zain could tell they had been
doing it for a while.

       "Ehem!" Zain made his presence known.

       Rafay opened his eyes and quickly sat up. Zain couldn't tell if
Rafay was annoyed or shocked as the man maintained his poker face even in
such conditions. He calmly dusted off his thobe and pulled it down over his
still-hard cock.

       "Your Highness." He said as he stood walking toward Zain calmly, "I
am sorry you had to see me in this state. If I knew you would come, I would
have prepared a better welcome fit for someone of your stature. My deepest
apology," Rafay stated then looked past Zain at his two brothers dozing off
on the floor. "That two good-for-nothings! I am afraid Father is right, I
spoil them too much. I'll be more stern to them. My sincere apology,
again."

       "No, It was me who came unnoticed."

       "Dear, get his highness a cup of drink, mind you?" Rafay said
sweetly to Antonios while he escorted Zain to the leisure area with a huge
stack of pillows.

       "Does His Highness want mead or something else?"

       "Do not bother. I am currently sober."

       "Your Highness, if you go out from here and people heard I have not
given you a drink, I wouldn't be able to face my father. Dear, go make him
some limonana."

       "It's fine, Rafay. You're too kind. I only want to check if you're
ready to go to Trebizond or if you have anything else to do before we go."

       Rafay did not take no for an answer, however, and Antonios was also
quick in crushing the lemon. He was, after all, quite muscular, unlike the
rest of Rafay's sex slaves.

       The boy wasn't fair or beautiful, but his small eyes and rabbit
teeth did give him some sort of charm. He was perhaps in his mid-twenties,
maybe younger, and tall with a slightly toned olive-skinned body. He had
ear-length messy blonde hair with dark roots. Although his face wasn't
particularly striking both in terms of face and body, he did have quite a
charming voice, but not effeminate at all. He did not walk around, the
slave strut with cocky confidence. Although his ass was flat, it swayed
like it knew people are gonna stare anyway.

       "One limonana for His Highness," Antonios set a glass of limonana in
front of Zain while he set an empty wine glass in front of Rafay. Even
Rafay looked at him, still with his poker face. "And one Greek
Double-distilled mead for my beloved master."

       Antonios who stood beside Rafay peed with such precision into the
glass below him, creating thick foam as the glass was filled to the
top. Zain could see some of the pee splashed around hitting the carpet and
pillows, even Rafay suddenly blinked probably from the splash.

       Zain watched Rafay's stoic expression as his slave peed into his own
glass clearly offering him the slave's piss in front of someone
important. It did not change at all, one of his eyes merely twitched when
Antonios said he was giving Rafay the Greek "mead".

       "I always thought when His Highness found out about how we made the
mead, refusing to drink it, but allowing his brother it was because he did
not like the idea of how we make the mead. But apparently, it was because
of His Highness practices sobriety." Antonios said as he finished his piss.

       It was a slight movement in Rafay's eyes, but Zain caught it
nonetheless. He also swore Rafay's body was somehow relaxed, but he wasn't
sure.

       "I am sorry for my slave's mouth. I hope His Highness isn't
offended. He was a new slave without any training, and I have to admit, I
spoiled him quite a bit as is my vice. I will be more stern with him in the
future." Rafay said suddenly which took Zain by surprise, perhaps it was an
attempt to change the topic.

       However, Zain did see the opportunity within the conversation to
somewhat align Rafay with him.

       "It's fine, Rafay. I am not strict like my father. And to answer
your slave's question, Antonios, right? I do practice sobriety, which is
why I do not drink alcohol. However, I do not wish to forbid those who
partake in it. We serve the Lord in our own way, after all. And my brother
seemed to like the mead, and he loves liquor. I am not a cruel brother to
take away my brother's love. So please, drink it, Rafay. I do not mind if
you drink alcohol in my presence."

       Of course, Rafay knew Zain did not mind someone drinking, but it was
clear to Rafay that what Zain trying to do was to save Rafay's face and
show support for his newfound taste, to which, Rafay gave a slight
smile. He took a sip of the foamy piss.

       "I have to say, your brother has a good taste. He always does."
Rafay said setting his glass down, then he turned to Antonios. "But I am
afraid you're talking too much, dear. You're still a slave, and you need to
remember your place, speaking in a wrong turn could cost you your
life. You're lucky Zain is a compassionate man."

       "I am sorry Your Highness. I am merely excited since my Master told
me a lot about you."

       Rafay's eye twitched again.

       "Really? What did he tell you? All good things I hope."

       "That you are a smart man and a compassionate man, and you would do
well as a Sultan. The Caliph chose the right man to lead the new clan in
the Greek land. I do not doubt my master has your best interest in heart so
long your interest is the interest of Rum."

       Although Antonios's charming voice did well to send the sentences as
very sweet flattery, Zain could tell that the man had off-handedly given
him a factual report of Rafay's loyalty.

       "I like him, and I can see why you like him as well. I don't think
you need to train him anymore," Zain said toasting his glass with
Rafay's. "I think he'll be a good candidate for building our relationship
with the Greeks, I do not intend to be a tyrant."

       "I agree. We might have mightier men and army, but a nation will
only be as strong as its people, and the Greek is your people now." Rafay
said as he emptied his glass of piss.

       "Our people," Zain said, taking one of the bottles he carried,
opening it with one hand, and pouring the content into Rafay's glass. "This
Pasha's gift for me, which I am giving to you as he gave me a few too many,
a newly made special triple distilled mead."

       "Triple distilled mead?" Rafay looked at Antonios who just raised
his shoulders.

       "It is a special recipe made by Pasha's new Greek slaves. They said
the mead was fermented three times with the last one using an Arabic
container for a more exotic taste. Karim loves this."

       Rafay took the filled glass and hovered his nose right above the
foamy substance. He inhaled deeply then said, "Pasha wins big this time. He
must've captured members of the Cult of the Wine!" After just a sip, Rafay
leaned back on his pillow hissing in pleasure. "Fuck!" The man shouted,
which was quite rare for him to swear. He finished the glass in one single
gulp.

       "This is amazing! And you give this amazing gift to me? You're too
kind! Shame, it's only a bottle. You said it was made with an Arabic
container, didn't you? Do you know what it is? A nation built by the Arabs
on Greek land, surely we can make something similar if not this divine
thing."

       It was that heat again, rousing inside Zain's body. It was
uncomfortable, tickling, and exciting, all together spread across Zain's
body blocking his mind. His cock was soft he was sure, but it didn't matter
as his brain had been clouded with fog. It could be fun, his mind thought.

       "They did tell me how to make it," the moment the sentence escaped
from Zain's lips, he knew it was beyond fixing. "And like you, I think this
is a huge opportunity for us as well."

       "Your Highness, you don't have to worry! As your new Vizier, I will
make sure our nation profited from this! You can trust me with the recipe."
It was the first time Zain ever saw Rafay excited like that, like a kid who
was promised to be given a new toy by his father. Zain wouldn't dare to rob
that excitement away from the man, he wasn't a cruel person.

       "Well, you're right, I do plan on profiting from this. But we can't
just copy what they did and sell it, that won't do. We need to experiment a
little bit and make something new. And if you want to be part of this, I
need you to participate in the experiment, of course."

       Zain was smiling with a smile he often gave to the angry nobles
while he smoothed over Hazim's relationship with them. Rafay was not a
stupid man, he knew the smile and the sentence weren't just an offer, but
also asking for a commitment. It was no different than making a devil's
bargain, but Rafay was an opportunistic at heart, he wasn't new to making
bargains with the devil.

       "Of course, your highness. A successful business requires a fair
amount of investment. Count me in."

       Zain took Rafay's glass from his hand, "If that's settled, then I'll
tell you how they make it. It's quite straightforward. You know how they
make the double-distilled mead, I am sure. Well, the third container is
right here!" Zain said as he smacked his stomach, proceeding to piss into
Rafay's glass while leaning on his side. He hadn't been hydrating so his
piss was quite little. It was only filling a quarter of the wine glass.

       "You've got to be kidding me..." Rafay trailed off.

       "What? You've been drinking your slave's piss, you don't think
`triple-distilled' would be any different, wouldn't you? And yes, before
you ask, you just drank Pasha's piss." Zain said as he set the glass in
front of Rafay.

       "Here's what I want you to do. I want to know what's the best way to
make the mead and whether fermenting it inside one's body is truly
necessary or not. So, I want you to make the comparison since I am
sober. First drink, of course, Pasha's piss as you would put it, the best
sample."

       Rafay did not react and merely looked at Zain silently, "The second,
I want you to drink your own piss, as I am pretty sure you've been dunking
a lot of that double-distilled mead. The third one, well, it's not just
from one source, but a couple. I want you to also try other people's piss
who had been drinking the mead, your brothers are the best source." Still
no reaction from Rafay, so Zain continued, "Of course, if we want a more
accurate result, you should also try other people's piss since maybe the
taste was influenced by your food. Then the last subject I want you to take
is a clean piss. That's where mine comes. Of course, I am only providing
you with a little to work with there, but I am sure you can find someone
sober to drink from."

       It was silent for a couple of minutes. Antonios looked at Zain
bewildered, but he remained silent. Rafay looked at Zain, expression
undiscernible.

       Zain admitted that he was a bit daring, as he had been these past
few times, but seeing Rafay did not stand up and attack him, there was
still hope in his mind. He had been lucky the past few times, and he knew
his luck would run out one day, but he was sure, somehow, that was not the
time.

       That being said, he would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved
when Rafay suddenly laughed. "You're crazy." He said, without any
hostility.

       "So, are you in?"

       Rafay covered his mouth, thinking, "If you told me I would be
drinking piss as part of my work, I would cut off your cock and shove it up
your ass." Rafay suddenly reached behind a cupboard behind him, taking out
a glass. He pulled up the front of his thobe, revealing his half-hard hairy
fat cock, leaking a bit, and pissed into the glass. "But here we are."

       Rafay raised his glass as if he were making a toast and drank the
glass. He wasn't gulping it down straight away, he wasn't even drinking
it. He smelled the piss like someone smelled a wine, and sipped a bit into
his mouth. He let it swirl around his mouth first before drinking the rest.

       "I can tell you mine don't get anything on Pasha's wicked piss. But
I am not sure what makes it different. I guess, you're right, I need to
drink a couple of samples and try changing my diet."

       Zain was smiling, keeping his cool, while behind Rafay, Antonios was
giving him two thumbs up.

       "Glad you're on board! It's for study and future profit, remember."
Zain offered his hand which Rafay accepted, and then he pulled Rafay
closer, "It's not as if you don't like it either, brother."

       Rafay laughed and punched Zain lightly on his shoulder.

       "I still have to deliver these gifts to others," Zain said showing
him the three other bottles in his hand while standing up.

       "I see. And, Your Highness... Please, don't tell anyone about... our
little project. I don't want Father to know."

       It was the first time Zain saw Rafay actually lowering his head, and
his dignity in the process, asking for Zain's discretion. He never saw that
submissive attitude in Rafay, other than to Rafay's father of course.

       "Sure," Zain nodded, "But, I just want to remind you, you're so far
away from your father."

       Rafay looked at Zain unsure.

       "I am not saying that your father wouldn't know if things got
around. What I am trying to say is, so what? You're your own man now, no
longer your father's shadow. You should decide on your own what is allowed
or not in your house. We will decide together the good of the nation after
all."

       Rafay looked shocked, but his expression softened and he giggled,
for the second time. "I know you are a great leader. I always knew you had
it in you!"

       They shared a hug before Zain went out of Rafay's tent straight to
the next one.

       The next tent he went to was set at the far edge of the manor, close
to the public street and the manor latrine. It belonged to the Berber tribe
who joined Zain's new clan. Technically, they were Zain's mother's clan and
it was a courtesy for Zain to invite them to fill in the ranks within his
clan, especially since the tribe was quite a small one. Their leader,
Hossam, was Zain's maternal uncle who led a small group of men from the
tribe and his future Marshall.

       The tent was also not originally wasn't supposed to be there. It
happened when Zain was still on his way, so he only heard about
it. Hossam's original place had a lot of shades from the trees and was
quite pleasant; however, his place caught the eyes of Zain's other
councilor, Saif, from a Lebanese tribe.

       Saif, who was younger, cockily challenged Hossam's son Khalid to a
duel for the place, he even said loudly, he only challenge Khalid, and not
Hossam because he was afraid his youth would give him an advantage if he
and Hossam were to fight. Hossam angrily shouted he was going to teach some
manners to Saif.

       It was Hossam who got some teaching.

       They wrestled naked, as is the customary. Zain heard Hossam did get
the upper hand slightly at the beginning, delivering strong punches to
Saif's stomach and even getting him in a lock a couple of times, but Saif
was not in a bad spot either. It was when Saif gained the upper hand that
Hossam became Saif's punching bag, and the man utterly humiliated the older
leader. Many times Saif slammed or hit Hossam's balls on his knees, and for
comedy, he also slammed Hossam's ass on his knees right after. Many times
Saif rubbed Hossam's face on his armpit and locked him in a compromising
position, like a spladle or elevated surfboard. When Hossam surrendered,
Saif rejected the surrender. Saif made Hossam stand still while he used one
hand openly rubbing his own balls sweat and ass, then reached under for
Hossam's balls from behind with his free hand, and lifted the massive man
with one arm, crushing the ball, then stuffed the "dirty" hand into
Hossam's mouth stifling the man's bloody scream. He told Hossam to piss,
right in front of everyone, to declare his surrender, which he did. Saif
let the huge man's body fall on the ground and then forced him to clean the
piss from his hand as if he was teaching Hossam some manners.

       As a last insult, Saif ordered Hossam's men to set up their camp
near the manor latrine and forbid them from going to the latrine as a
punishment for their "bad manners for not recognizing a superior
man". Pasha, as the master of their manor, did allow them to piss on the
trees.

       When Zain arrived at the Berber area, most of them were hanging out
near what Zain perceived as a campfire, or what was left of it from the
previous night. People were mulling around and about preparing for the
caravan. Zain hailed one of them, who clearly recognized their new sultan,
and escorted Zain to Hossam's tent.

       Inside he was greeted by a huge brown firm pert butt facing him
right on the face. The owner of the butt was splayed across a boy, no older
than 10, who was in the middle of spanking him.

       "98! 99! 100!" The hunk man counted as the boy delivered the
spankings on the huge cake.

       It was when the hunk stood that he realized Zain's presence. His
brown face reddened in shame, as he slowly bent over to the kid, to kiss
his hand, a gesture you do to an older person, not the other way around.

       The kid laughed, greeted Zain, kissed his hand, and then ran away.

       "I am sorry you have to see that." The hunk man said when the kid
was out of the tent.

       Hossam was a huge man and built like a brick, but his body wasn't
just a mass of muscles. It was as if his body was sculpted by God himself,
inch by inch. His body was curvy, yet so masculine. His massive pecs were
bouncy and well-defined, with two dark small yet protruding titties. He had
perfect cum gutter abs with thin treasure trails in his v-shaped body to
his 8" brown cut cock and a huge ballsack. His thigh was thick but wasn't
oversizing his meaty pert butt, shaping him like a masculine hourglass. As
if that wasn't enough, he was also given a handsome and very masculine
face. His sharp square jaw rivalled even Julius Caesar. He had a five
o'clock shadow with a very short beard growing only on his chin and an
almost non-existent shaved mustache. On top of his small, yet beautiful
eyes, his black hair was shaved short. Hossam was in his mid-thirties, yet
he looked like he just entered his thirties.

       To think this huge extremely handsome man was lifted by the balls
and pissed himself in public, he couldn't imagine. But then again, he also
couldn't imagine Hossam getting spanked by a boy, yet that just happened.

       Hossam motioned him to sit on a cheap carpet with a small amount of
pillows around them, totally nothing in comparison the Rafay's room, and
then called his son, Khalid, to serve them liquors.

       Zain was surprised to see that Khalid was only slightly younger than
him. If Zain was still in his mid-twenties, and Khalid was only slightly
younger, then that meant Hossam had him when he was still a teenager.

       Khalid took his father's handsomeness, except for the curly hair he
had messily grown, which still looked good on his handsome, yet
mean-looking face. He wasn't as huge as his father, but his body was
already toned. His body was smooth except for his pubic region, and he did
not have a single facial hair.

       For some reason, Khalid walked around naked, and Zain could see that
he too has his ass beaten red.

       "It was part of the punishment," Hossam explained the secret
punishment Saif forced on them.

       Hossam and Khalid were to remain naked, and then Saif would send his
sons to spank both of them 100 each. Zain knew Saif had 5 sons already, so
that was 500 spanks. Saif did not send all of his sons consecutively
either. He waited for quite some time, letting the burning from the ass
settle down, before sending the next son to spank the father-son. It wasn't
for mercy, he wanted Hossam and Khalid to have their ass burning for the
duration of their stay, which he succeeded.

       It was clear to Zain that Saif was declaring animosity to Hossam.

       "I am sorry. It was my fault. I had embarrassed you. I wouldn't mind
if you backed out from making me your Marshal." The man hung his head low.

       "It doesn't matter. Don't dwell on it too much."

       It did matter since Hossam was to be Zain's Marshall, someone who
represent Zain's might. To have him lose meant showing how weak Zain's
might was, and it would impact his reputation. To have his own councilor
embarrass his other also meant his internal affairs already had a problem
despite him not even being the sultan yet. But then again, Zain rather not
dwell on the matter. It's not like he could do anything.

       "How have you been, Zain?" The man asked with a sincere concern and
a longing that Zain wasn't sure how he'd take.

       "I am fine... it's been rough, but I'll manage." Zain somehow let
out more than he intended.  He couldn't explain it, but the moment he saw
Hossam, the moment they sat together, with Hossam putting himself closer,
Zain's shoulder touching Hossam's pec, he felt... safe.

       "You will. You're a talented kid, and Abdul has taught you well. In
fact, I would even say you're the best one of the other three."

       "Don't let Arshak hear that." Zain joked.

       "And don't be afraid. From now on, you'll always have me, no matter
what happens." Hossam declared suddenly much to Zain's surprise.

       Zain studied the man's face for a few seconds, and he could tell the
man was sincere, or rather, he found himself easily believing the man was
sincere.

       Perhaps it was the immediate connection, perhaps it was the fact
that Hossam was his family, his uncle.

       You see, his father, his grandfather, and his patrilineal line were
known to have strong male genes since the babies born were always
male. However, their family was also known to have one tiny curse, they had
small dicks. His father's humble inch was a source of humiliation that his
grandfather couldn't do anything about because he was even smaller. It was
even rumored that his family's first order of business in looking for wives
was the size of the cocks of the males in that family. Zain knew this rumor
was true when he saw it himself as his brother's soon-to-be father-in-law
stood naked with an 8" hard cock alongside his three sons who were all
younger than Karim, who was twenty at the time. The family was from a poor
merchant family, but they loved to waste their money in a brothel and that
was how Abdul came to hear about their huge cocks. Yes, Zain's family was
the one who approached the merchant family, and they made sure to get as
much support for their business as they could from Zain's richer family,
alongside the full payment for the wedding that the bride's family
arranged. The wedding ceremony was huge and the bride's family had every
male member of the wedded family wear an "imported" dress from the West and
East. They wore their traditional shemagh, a luxurious Han outer robe that
showed their middle body but covered the sides including their legs, a
Greek chemise, and a codpiece. During the entire ceremony, the younger
brothers-in-law stayed by Karim's side making the difference in the
codpiece size apparent throughout the wedding while the father-in-law,
Adnan, stayed by Abdul's side.

       Adnan also adopted a bedding tradition that was said from Persia,
which Zain discovered their lack of existence when he studied in Baghdad,
to help with the future baby's endowment. He had people carry the marital
bed onto the dining hall and had Karim laid on the bed with his codpiece
pulled to the side baring his infamous 2" cock in the middle of his own
wedding ceremony. Zain watched as every single guest in the room took their
turn giving their "endowment" blessing by showering Karim with golden
piss. The only ones who weren't allowed to participate were Karim's own
family since they were afraid the blessing would be reverted. That being
said, Zain saw even those who had small dicks from the in-law family got to
hose Karim's throat with a golden shower. He watched as Karim obediently
suckled on his in-law family; father, younger brothers, even extended
family members, and drank the piss. Then, they forbade him from eating and
drinking, only piss for his diet, for a week. They had him basked under the
harsh desert sunlight so the blessing could seep into his body. It was a
scorching day, at that time. Needless to say, he asked for drinks and his
brothers-in-law took it upon themselves to drink galloons of liquor so they
had enough piss to feed Karim. Zain still remembered how Karim looked like
he was about to cry when the barely 12, youngest of the brats, who sat on
his chest after giving him a piss drink straight from the tap, laid his 7"
cock across Karim's face making everyone laugh.

       Abdul? Well, he was too busy warming Adnan's balls with his mouth,
another tradition to ask for a huge endowment apparently. Zain watched as
their dad followed the father-in-law crawling on his hands with his mouth
latched on the balls from behind and nose deep up the crack.

       Adnan had his dad shave his beard, the sign of masculinity for
Mashriqis, because he disliked the feel of the beard on his balls.

       More than once he farted on his father's face when he was mingling
with the guests. Zain even saw he made jokes by farting loudly even pushing
his father's head deeper into the crack as he farted. It didn't stop
there. When he was tired, he even told Abdul to sit on his knees and sat on
his face, using the Paragon of Men and the most successful merchant in town
as a stool. Abdul proved himself as one of the strongest warriors since
even with a quite chubby body on top of his face, his neck was strong
enough to support the weight, and his mouth was visibly munching the balls,
still fulfilling his duty. Adnan rested his feet on top of Abdul's thighs,
legs spread wide to show Abdul's mouth sucking his balls while letting
farts out here and there while he conversed with the guests.

       Hazim? He was only an heir to a regency Caliphate at the time, but
that didn't mean the father-in-law didn't get to him. In fact, he was the
first and the only guest to arrive naked and as high as a kite walking
around like a monkey scratching his asshole while playing with his cock and
balls with tongues out like a dog. He was jerking off like a maniac along
the way and running around under the table making weird groans. When he
found someone interesting, he ducked under the person's thobe and sucked on
the ass, cock, and balls. When he was about to go too far, Adnan quickly
swatted his ass and sometimes balls with a cane. A lowly merchant swatting
the then heir to the Caliphate's ass with a cane. The only thing Hazim was
allowed to fuck was the wedding cake. Despite being married and already
with a son, he was still an heir to an empire and as long as he wasn't the
one leading them, they could forgive a few "indecent" behaviors, at a party
nonetheless.

       Nobody said anything as Hazim roamed around jerking and messing with
the guests, nobody said a single word when the soon-to-be Caliph squatted,
played with his tits, snot running out of his nose, tongue out drooling
like a dog, cum gushing out of his cock while his ass dropped a huge log of
shit in front of everyone. They only laughed at him.

       It was the wedding of the century.

       It was also rumored that his father harbored a deep hatred toward
huge cocks, and what happened during the invasion of Gujarat that his
father was the leader of only fueled the rumor even more. It was said the
temple, which worship the Lord of the Dance, was a special place where only
huge cock men could be monks there where they spent the rest of their life
dancing around a golden statue depicting the dance lord sitting with his
humongous cock standing hard. The monks and the idol disappeared after the
invasion.

       But of course, it was only rumor, after all, why would his father
take the big dicked Arshak as his son, even claiming him as his flesh and
blood? Despite all of this, Arshak grew up receiving only hate from his
peers and his father's disciplined attitude didn't make it easier for his
youngest brother. With Karim being a clone of his father and Basir being
distant, Arshak was only close to the sweet Zain.

       So it wasn't hard for Zain to believe that his father had sucked his
mother's family, which probably included Hossam, to check the virility of
their cock before marrying his mother.

       "Thank you, I really appreciate that uncle," Zain said.

       "Please, don't call me uncle. Just call me by my name."

       "That would be inappropriate and impolite."

       "I insist, your Highness."

       "Fine, but you'll also have to call me by my name when we're alone."

       "Deal."

       Zain then gave Hossam Pasha's "mead" to Hossam.

       "This sounds amazing! Thanks for the gift. I'll only drink it for
special occasions, like today." Hossam popped open the wine bottle, and
poured it into his glass, mixing it with alcohol in there, "You can drink
my liquor, while I drink yours. It's probably not as good as your gift."

       Hossam then motioned Zain to drink the liquor Khalid had served
them.

       "It's our tribe's alcohol made from figs, I brought one of the best
ones saved by your grandpa. Let me tell you how many times your uncle and I
sneak around just to drink this, and get a spanking from Dada." Hossam said
excitedly, almost childlike.

       Zain knew the drink was normal, at least it couldn't possibly be
more horrible than the gift that Zain would give to Hossam in return, but
in the end, he shook his head. "I am currently sober."

       Hossam's excitement turned to disappointment within a second. Not at
Zain, but more at himself, " I am sorry... I didn't know. Fuck, I am such a
failure. Don't even know my own s... fuck, my own... nephew," he choked,
"is sober."

       It seemed that Zain's refusal really hit Hossam hard. Although Zain
thought it was weird for the man to be so emotional just for a drink, he
couldn't help but feel sad. In the end, he folded.

       "It's fine, uncle! I mean, Hossam. I could drink on special
occasions, I just choose not to sometimes. Here, I'll drink."

       Zain grabbed the glass and took a sip. He didn't like alcohol that
much, even during his wild days in Baghdad, he never drank too much of
it. Not because he was a lightweight, he just loved the feeling of pleasure
and he didn't want to be impaired when he was having fun.

       Hossam's face quickly lit up as Zain took a sip, and he toasted his
glass to Zain, emptying his glass of "mead". He let out a satisfying hiss,
and slap the glass on the floor in front of them, "That's fucking liquor
alright! There is no way those figs can taste this strong! Phew!"

       His brown face reddened as he giggled out of nowhere.

       "Your figs taste good, Hossam. I quite like it."

       "No, no, no, you are the best gift Zain, you are!" He wrapped Zain's
shoulder in his arm, body swaying still yet Zain could feel the firm muscle
as the man who couldn't be older than ten years than him held him there, "I
promise you my life and loyalty. It was the only way I could give back the
precious gift you've given me..."

       If there was any doubt Zain ever had concerning Hossam's loyalty and
that Hossam had his back, all of that disappeared the moment their eyes
met. Zain could see his stern dark eyes soften, brimming with determination
to uphold his vow and love. He wasn't sure where to take Hossam's feeling,
or what it meant, but one thing for sure, he felt safe. For once, he felt
as if the weight on his back lifted.

       Zain raised his arms and hugged Hossam tightly, and Hossam returned
it tighter. He didn't know why, he did that, but the hug lasted for quite
some time regardless. Finally, Zain let go of his hug and cleared his
throat.

       "Well, Hossam. I am glad to know I have your loyalty. Sincerely, I
really appreciate it. But, I have to go. I still have to deliver this
present for Saif and Hamza."

       Hossam frowned at the mention of Saif, "You have to be careful
around that cunt!" He said with a rage fueling his tone, "I don't believe
that cunt just wanted that fucking place! I am ashamed to admit that I
lost, but I know he intended to humiliate me in front of everyone. At least
now I know I've been slacking. I'll pump these babies more and next time,
I'll wipe the floor with that cunt's face and he'll be squirting on his own
face! Then I'll slam his down back to belly piledriver and hold his head
with my ass so he could scream his submission over my fart!" He was
shouting and screaming about what he would do to Saif so loud that Zain
could hear the people outside of the tent cheering for him. He also let out
a loud fart to emphasize that he was serious, then drunkenly laughed.

       There was still a little bit of consciousness left in his mind, so
when he saw Zain, Hossam's face reddened even more and he quickly muttered
an apology.

       "It's fine, Hossam. But please, do not let your personal feelings
interfere when I need both of you to work together. Both of you are my
councilors."

       "I will! I don't know about that, cunt!" Hossam said, but the anger
in his voice made Zain have some doubt.

       In the end, Zain let the subject drop and said his goodbye.

       When Zain was about to open the tent, Hossam suddenly called out
again, "Zain."

       Zain looked back at him. Hossam was looking around anywhere but
Zain, "Is there anything the matter, Hossam?"

       He dawdled around for a full minute before clearing his throat
again, "How is Alya?"

       Zain's eyebrow raised at the question. Alya was the name of Karim's
mother, Abdul's first wife. Sure, Zain wasn't expecting Hossam to ask about
his mother, Hossam's sister, who had passed away, but he most certainly did
not expect Hossam to ask, even knew, about Alya, a noble lady who traced
her lineage to the late Sassanid dynasty.

       It wasn't that strange for a man to ask a widow, but the intention
was never far from wanting to marry the woman. "She was fine the last time
we met. Old, but fine. If you're interested in her, I could ask Karim for
her and put up some good words for you."

       He laughed which made Zain sure he was spot on, "Nah, I have been
indebted to you and especially your family for too many times. I'll talk to
your brother myself."

       Zain nodded, and with that, he left the tent.

       As he went outside, he was surprised to see the boy who was just
spanking Hossam was still sitting there waiting for him. He said he had
gone back to his father's tent, but his father sent him back to wait for
Zain. Saif was sure Zain would visit him next, and he wasn't wrong. The
boy's name was Ali.

       It wasn't hard to guess that Zain would visit him, after all, he had
beat the shit out of Zain's marshall. Zain did have some idea as to why
Saif did that, and he was sure it was more than just wanting to set his
tent in a comfortable position.

       First and foremost, Saif's tribe, although situated in Lebanese,
traced their lineage to a tribe in Persia during the Sassanid period. It
wouldn't surprise Zain if that alone somewhat altered Saif's
allegiance. Saif's tribe even served in Ghafari's rank during the war. Not
to mention Saif himself, during his college in Baghdad, always associated
himself with the Persians more than the Arabs. Of this fact, Zain knew
quite well.

       The second thing he suspected was that Saif's antic was to force
Zain to face Saif, after all, they did have some history. You see, both of
them were the same age, and they went to college at the same time, though
Zain focused his study on medicines and drugs, Saif studied warfare. More
than that, Zain's "ex-boyfriend" in college was Saif's best friend, so they
often met each other and fucked in a threesome. Then they also fucked some
more behind Zain's boyfriend's back.

       Zain knew having your ex-boyfriend's best friend whom you often
cheat with as an advisor wasn't the brightest idea. That being said, it
wasn't Zain's decision either. They knew Ghafari would be upset that Zain
got Trebizond instead of him, so in order to appease him, they made
Ghafari's most talented general as one of Zain's future councilors. To
Zain's dismay, that person turned out to be Saif.

       He was dreading to face Saif, but he knew he would have to at some
point. However, it seemed both Saif and fate had a better idea. He knew he
had reasserted his dominance over Saif, but he also knew that would prove
to be difficult.

       The boy escorted Zain until they were outside of an
expensive-looking tent, and motioned Zain to go inside. When Zain went
inside the tent, he was greeted with a strong flowery fragrance, Zain's
favorite.

       The tent wasn't as huge as Rafay's, but it was in no way less
opulent. Zain could see a bathtub, lounging area, dining table, and bed
immediately. It also had many decorations, most of them were chinawares,
and the floor was carpeted with expensive fur carpet. Saif was seated in
the lounge area, smoking hookah while a Greek slave massaged his
shoulders. When he walked closer, he could see that the average-looking
slave was rubbing his leaking cock on Saif's short hair, while Saif himself
was high and drunk.

       The man was tall, perhaps almost two meters, with his muscles
equally big, but not oversized. He had broad shoulders and his chest was as
broad and thick as well. He had a strong back, the strongest Zain knew, and
his lats were so huge Zain could see it peeking from under Saif's hairy
pits. Although his stomach was a straight square with less defined abs
unlike Hossam's perfect V-shaped cum gutters, his body was as much
attractive on top of his thick thighs. He did not have a thick patch of
body hair, only soft stubble across his body, which was slightly longer on
his arms and legs.

       His best asset, undoubtedly, was his face. It was a perfectly carved
rectangular face with perfectly combed faded black hair. His confident and
stern black eyes were as if it was made of glass and his eyebrows were
sharp and strong. He had a short beard across his jaw with an extra line
under his lower lips, making it as if he had an upward "m", and a
mustache. With his sharp and thick nose and amazing kissing skills, Zain
remembered every single moment they made out as Zain stared into his eyes.

       Saif was wearing nothing but his loincloth, which Zain thought was
probably part of the massage outfit. He was spreading his legs out when his
eyes opened and saw Zain, a smile was beaming on his face.

       "Ah Zain, sweetheart, or should I say your Highness? Thank you for
gracing me with your presence, I am so honored! We haven't seen each other
for such a long time! 5 years if not more!" Saif said. He was the only
person Zain knew to mask a mocking sentence as flattery.

       If only Zain didn't know better, and the worst part, Zain knew that
Saif knew he was aware of Saif's hidden mockery. Zain knew Saif was playing
with him.

       Saif approached him and straight away went for a hug, which Zain
accepted but did not return. "I bet it's tough preparing to be a new
sultan! But don't worry, now that I am here, I'll help you around and
protect you, like the old times."

       Zain could smell his favorite cologne on the man's body, and the way
Saif spoke with his mouth close to Zain's ear sent shivers down his spine,
the good ones. It was barely a minute and Zain had to remind himself
multiple times to control himself.

       "Come, let's sit! Your legs must be tired walking all the way here!"
Saif put his hand on Zain's waist as he guided Zain to the fort of
pillows. He made Zain sit close to him with his hand still on Zain's waist
as he hailed the slave to bring them a glass of pomegranate juice and dried
fruits. "So what honor do I owe for your present today?"

       Zain took a sip of his juice and enjoyed the sweet dried fruits
letting Saif's question hang in the air. The man didn't seem to mind as he
too smoked his hookah while occasionally drinking his mead.

       "You always have the best food," Zain said sincerely. Said had
always been particular about his food which was probably why he was as
healthy and strong as he was.

       "I brought the ones with the fruits you love, here." Saif picked a
mango cut and fed it to Zain, which he unconsciously accepted. He regretted
it later when he saw Saif smirked.

       Zain ate to his heart's content while Saif kept smoking and sipping
his mead. He hailed the slave to continue with the massage. The slave
pushed the pillows behind Saif around and sat there, reaching under Saif's
pits straight for the tits. He cursed the moment the fingers were pinching
and twisting his tits, "Damn this slave is good! I got lucky with the
slaves I captured!"

       When Zain had his fill, he finally said, "Well, I heard about the
fight you had with Hossam, my new Marshall, and I want to make sure that
nothing will come out of it and both of you will be able to work together."

       Saif laughed, "Sweetheart, I was merely interested in the place,
have you seen the shade above this tent and the views?"

       Although Zain knew what Saif said was true, he did not buy it.

       "I swear to you, with all of my heart. I wouldn't demand such a
thing from a respectable man, especially your uncle, it would be
rude. That's why I fight and win it fair and square. Of course, I took my
time to wipe the floor with his ass in front of everyone, but such is the
fact of fighting, don't you think? I was gracious enough to let his son
take his place to save him some humiliation, but he insisted. In my
defense, he should've bowed down and surrendered to the superior man and I
might've humiliated him less. Don't worry, I already disciplined them with
my punishment, so the next time they see a superior man, they will
recognize him."

       "Superior man" was always a thing for Saif. He always saw himself as
one and wasn't afraid to prove it to anyone who doubted him. It was because
of this that Saif and Zain got entangled in the first place.

       Saif always saw himself far more superior to most men, including
Zain's ex-boyfriend, Ashraf, who was Saif's benefactor and older
"brother". Of course, Saif couldn't just say what he thought to everyone,
that would be ungrateful. So, instead, when Ashraf invited him for a
threesome with his handsome boyfriend Zain, Saif decided he'd cuck
Ashraf. It wasn't hard since they would have a threesome from evening to
midnight and when Ashraf fell asleep, Saif continued banging Zain until
morning. He always made Zain cum on Ashraf's body.

       When the morning came, Ashraf quickly pounced on Zain's overworked
body for his morning fuck, and berated Saif for being a sleepyhead. He
would feast on Zain's cummy hole while Saif was smirking at him from the
side.

       "Taste good, bro?" Saif asked one time.

       "Divine! I can't believe he served me breakfast this way, what a
fucking kinky slut! Do you want a taste bro? You know I share." Ashraf
smacked Zain's thick booty.

       "Nah, I think that is more of your diet than mine."

       "Fucking wimp, real men eat ass!" Ashraf smacked Zain one more time
before continued feasting.

       "Yeah, and bitches eat cum." He said giving Zain a wink.

       "Oh!" Saif moaned uncharacteristically breaking Zain out of his
thought.

       If someone said to Zain that Saif was capable of making the lewd
slutty face he was making right now as the slave picking on Saif's nipple,
flicking it rapidly, Zain would call them mad.

       "Fuck that was good!" He said. He cleared his throat and looked at
Zain again, "Trust me, this will not affect my work performance. I don't
know about him of course, but fair warning, if he is not willing to let
this go, I won't let him do as he pleases either."

       The expression that Saif made told Zain that further confrontation
was what Saif wanted.

       "He said, all he wants is a rematch."

       "Well, it seems my spanking wasn't enough to make him know a
superior man. Then, if he wants me to wipe his ass for the second time,
I'll do it. Trust me, the next punishment I have for him will make it stick
to his brain." Saif said cruelly smirking before emptying his glass of
mead. His face was red from a mixture of alcohol, rage, and pleasure on his
nipples.

       "Whatever it is, that fight, whenever that will be, better settles
things between both of you."

       Saif looked at him curiously smirking, he licked his lips before
saying, "Honestly, I am so tempted to see what will you do if I misbehave."
He looked at him as if he was challenging Zain, but then laughed it off
acting as if he was joking.

       Zain did not say anything, he knew better than to rile up
Saif. Although he knew Saif wouldn't do anything to him right then, that
didn't mean he wouldn't make Zain's life more miserable in the
future. Luckily, he had a gift for Saif. "Well, seems you like that mead so
much, I am going to give you this triple-distilled mead Pasha gave to
me. Karim said it taste way better than the common mead."

       Zain opened the bottle with his palm and poured the foamy content
into Saif's glass. The smell quickly overpowered the flowery fragrance in
the room, even Saif's cologne.

       "That smells awful." Saif scrunched his nose.

       "Yeah, well, it's stronger than the mead you drank. I mean if you
have too much of a chicken to drink it, I'll keep it. But both Hossam and
Rafay drank it, and quite like it. They did say it is stronger, so I don't
expect you to drink it if you can't handle it."

       Saif straightened his back and pushed the slave back the moment he
heard Rafay and Hossam had drunk the foul thing, "Listen, there is nothing
I can't handle."

       Saif drank the entire glass in one go, and then he hissed, just like
Hossam, "Brrrr! Fuck that was strong!" He let his mind settle for a full
minute before clearing his throat while showing the empty glass, "See,
baby, I can handle it!" he giggled, clearly drunk.

       "Congrats, this bottle is yours!" Zain made an exaggerated gesture
making both of them laugh.

       "Well, I don't have a gift prepared for you, but I am sure I can get
something you like before I give you proper a gift. Slaves, fetch me the
bitches!" The slave stood and went outside the tent "You don't have to."

       "Non-sense. What kind of host I am receiving a gift from my guest
without giving anything bad?"

       A moment later, an entourage of naked pretty boys were lined up in
front of them. Most of them were either Greeks or Arabs with some Turkic,
Hindi, and Blacks. He also saw one yellow-skinned small eyes, a Han,
amongst them. Most of them had lithe and twinkish bodies, including the
Han, but a couple of them were twunks.

       "Pick them! But if I had to suggest, that Hindi slaves were taken
from a cult that masters the art of tantric ass-squeezing technique and the
Han is the rarer out of all of them. The blacks all had at least 8" inches
in them. I don't have any use of them, but I loved to watch them swing
around when I fuck their fat ass," He then leaned into Zain's ear
whispering, "Maybe you could figure out a better use for them."

       The alcohol in his system clearly impaired Saif's restraint as he
suddenly nibbled on Zain's ear but then quickly retracted clearing his
throat.

       "Go ahead, pick them! I insist."

       "Again, I must refuse!" Zain turned to Saif sternly looking at him,
making sure he knew he was serious.

       Saif suddenly smirked, "I see. Leave!" He said ushering the slaves
to leave, and within a second, there were only Zain and Saif in the room.

       Zain tensed the moment he felt Saif's breath on his neck, and second
later, his tongue. "Saif!" Zain squealed pushing Saif's chest lightly while
unconsciously opening his neck more. Saif who was usually more suave and
subtle could no longer hold his desire for Zain, thanks to the alcohol.

       Saif caught Zain's hand and brought it to his crotch cupping his
pouch, " I am glad you didn't pick any of them. I know you remember I am
better than any of them."

       "Wait, you fucker—" Zain's words were cut off by Saif's mouth,
and without much effort, Zain was already sucking Saif's tongue.

       "Can you feel that?" Saif whispered in between their kiss rubbing
Zain's hand on his hardening cock, "It misses you so much these past
years. You're the best cunt it ever enters and you don't know how glad I am
you pick me to be your marshall! I know you remember I am the best man you
ever fuck!"

       Remind Zain to never tell Saif he was forced to pick him.

       Although he wouldn't go as far as saying Saif was the best man he
ever fucked either, Saif was not a bad fuck. The man had a lot of stamina
and his power slam hit the deepest part of Zain's body even with his 6"
cock. Even if his boyfriend beat Saif by 2 inches, Zain had to admit Saif
was the better fuck. He knew how to use Zain and Zain could take a lot with
his thick muscles. He couldn't help but remember the nights he spent with
Saif, the threesomes they had, and the cheating sex as well.

       Zain, whose sanity finally returning, knew he couldn't let Saif too
deep into his mind, so he pushed Saif away. Zain wasn't some twink pussies
whose muscles were only for show, his muscles were a warrior muscle and he
knew how to fight, all of them were. Although it would be hard for him to
push Saif on usual occasions, that time Saif was drunk enough he got pushed
away by Zain easily.

       Saif held up his hands, seemingly realizing what he was doing, but
showed no regret, "I am sorry... I hope you can see now how I sorely miss
you, baby."

       The low growl as Saif said the word "baby" made Zain almost purr,
but Zain maintained his scowl.

       "Truly, baby," Saif reached for Zain's hand, "Here, I plan to give
it to you if you didn't pick any of those bitches."

       Zain watched as Saif pulled off his loincloth with one hand and put
it on Zain's hand, forcing Zain to cup it, and then kissed the hand.

       "The moment I knew I was going to meet you, I wore that every single
day, to exercise, to my sleep, when I am fucking bitches thinking it was
you, and I didn't even bathe."

       Arabs, and the people in the Caliphate by extension, did not wear
undergarments at all, however, they did wear a loincloth for special
occasions. Rather than covering genitals, loincloths were used as a token
of favor of some sort, a symbol of one interest in the other person. It
strength of the favor could and was measured by the strength of the smell,
the stronger the smell of the loincloths, then the more virile the man who
gave them.

       Zain hesitated whether to accept Saif's "favor" or not, however,
when he watched Saif's eyes look at him deeply as he kissed Zain's
knuckles, his heart melted under those gemstones-like eyes. He took the
loincloth and pressed it to his nose, a customary for accepting the favor,
before shoving it under his shemagh.

       Saif's smile widened, "I know you'd accept that. Well, a secret, if
you pick the Han slave, you'll discover I wasn't the only one thinking of
giving you my favor."

       Zain looked at Saif curiously.

       "That wimp boyfriend of yours also had the same idea. He asked the
slave to be given to him as well, as a senior favor. My ass! Don't worry, I
already piss on it every day."

       If smelling was the sign of accepting the favor, then pissing on the
loincloth was the sign to reject the favor. Pissing on it every day was
unneeded since normally, you would just return the loincloth.

       "I told him I'll show the slaves to you first, that's how he figured
out I am going to meet you and told me to deliver his panty to you like I
am his errand boy. Bah! It doesn't even smell! So I help him to make it
smell. Now that you've chosen my favor, I'll send it back with the
slave. Well, inside the slave's ass full of my fucking nasty cum I made him
keep the whole journey. That thing will be soaked with my piss and my cum
by the time it got to him. Don't worry, we both know how much he loves his
`breakfast'!" Saif laughed mockingly.

       If you think Zain would feel angry at Saif treating his ex-boyfriend
like that, you are sorely mistaken. They were never emotionally invested in
each other, not too much at least, what they have was a hot fuck and
all-about pleasure. Zain's status as Caliph's best friend's son and Ashraf
as Ghafari's cousin made them a perfect power couple. They were interested
in each other and did think about each other, but still non-committal.

       With that said, Zain chose not to intervene with Saif's plan.

       "Well, I still had one more person to seek. It's been a nice
welcome, Saif."

       "It has been yes, sweetheart. I'll definitely be seeing you around."
Saif said before returning to lounging, pouring another glass of the
triple-distilled mead on his glass.

       When Zain went outside, he was pulled to the side into a quiet
corner between the tent and the tree by Saif's Greek slave.

       "Your Highness, forgive me for my insolence." The slave bowed his
head.

       "It's fine. What's your name?"

       "Pentos, my lord."

       Zain took a good look a the slave.

       He was tall, perhaps as tall as Saif, but his body wasn't as
big. Just like his face, his body too was average-looking, but without any
fat. Zain could see muscle on his arms and legs, but nothing too
special. His hair was spiky and he had a soft beard lining the length of
his jaw.

       "Speak," Zain said.

       "My lord, you have to be careful with this man," He looked around
and then whispered, "The real reason why he fought with that man was
because the other sultan came here and told him to `hit' you."

       "Other sultan?" Zain raised his eyebrow.

       "The Persian sultan."

       It wasn't surprising, Zain knew Saif's loyalty wasn't a hundred
percent to his and he did have a close background with Ghafari, but it made
Zain sure that Ghafari could reach Zain with Saif. The fact that the man
was his chancellor as well meant that Ghafari had access to his future
diplomatic relations, both in and out of state.

       "Thank you. I really appreciate the information."

       "No, THANK YOU. As you can see, I am not a good-looking slave, and
that cunt picks me because I am good at massaging. My sons were cursed with
the same look as I did so no nobles want them. Without you, they'd have to
work to their death for the public, now, I can rest assured that they work
for your family."

       "Don't thank me too soon, they are still slaves."

       "Well-treated slaves! I heard from other older servants your family
treated their slave workers well. Thank you, Your Highness. My life is
yours."

       The slave kneeled and kissed Zain's feet.

       Zain could feel the heat come again, and by that point, he just let
it ride his mind. He lifted his feet and pointed his toe and the man. The
slave was surprised, but he quickly opened his mouth and sucked the
toe. Zain let the slave's hands roam around his feet, worshipping it as
well as massaging it.

       "Tell me your name."

       "Ares, my God." The slave said kissing Zain's feet.

       It was when Saif called for the slave that Zain pulled his feet off
Pentos, and let him scurried off into the tent.

       The last person was his new steward, Hamza, from a small clan
somewhere at Sinai. He was a war hero and had won many of their fights, so
Hazim had to reward the man. For someone from a small tribe to make his way
as a steward spoke a lot about the man's prowess. It was also one of the
few people that Zain didn't know, so he had to ask around where the person
was.

       He ended up in the lounging area in the dining hall in front of a
familiar curtain. It was the room where he caught a Greek slave fucking a
noble. As he peered inside, the handsome noble was still in a much similar
position, if not worse, than last night.

       The handsome DILF noble was a staggering man perhaps in his
mid-thirties. His body was built like a pure muscle with patches of hair
around soft hairs. His chest had massive well-defined pecs, and his abs
were made like a cum gutters. Soft hair ran around the center of his body,
while the side was covered in thick fur. He had a handsome daddy face with
a medium-length beard covering his jawline. His legs were thick and so did
his asscheeks.

       There, protected by only velvet curtains, the noble held his own
legs to his shoulder naked while a hookah blower was deep inside his
battered and raw tight asshole. The noble's handsome face was in a state of
pure bliss with his mouth open and tongue out as each of his nostrils was
clogged by clumps of aromatic herbs. His body was glistening as it was
covered in aphrodisiac oil that made the skin sensitive to touch, and even
a little in your body could send it to heat. His ballsack was covered in a
dark salve that felt itchy and unpleasant but made the balls pump more
cum. The cock was an impressive 10" thick cunt wrecker, hard as a pole,
with a pipe attached to the slit, connected directly to the hookah burner.

       The slave was a much younger man, perhaps in his early twenties,
with curly sandy blonde hair. His grey eyes were soft and cold, and his
face was a beautiful square. And olive-skinned Greek pretty boy in all
manner of descriptions, with a more masculine touch despite his body being
leaner built. He did have huge man boobs.

       The slave in question was taking some kind of purple pellets off a
bag that Zain, and every single slave owner in the realm, knew what pellets
were. The Sinkhole was a very addictive strong aphrodisiac appropriately
named for its drugging and ever-lasting effect of turning one into a slut
and their hole into a sinkhole for cocks. One pellet could make even a
massive giant rutting his asshole on a cactus, which happened once to the
last Persian emperor during the Caliphate's first expansion. Zain saw as
the slave put 5 pellets into the hookah burner, and watched the smoke of
burning cum and drugs being pumped into the noble's swimmer-built body
through his ass. The slave wasn't done as he dumped another 5 into the
noble's open mouth and pushed it inside with his piss. When he was done, he
clogged the mouth with what was obviously his loincloth, since Muhammadans
didn't wear undergarment, and soaked it in piss once more.

       It was then Zain noticed the paper on the slave's hand, detailing
every single drug the noble had.

       Drugs, and herbalism, were common practices among the Mashriqis and
many tribes within the Levant. Many nobles used a plethora of drugs both in
medication and in entertainment. Some drugs were made for the purpose of
using for slaves, to "encourage" them most of the time; turning the once
proud slaves into animals, humiliating them by making the slaves lose
control of their bowels in public (works well for high-ranking nobles
turned slaves), as a reward for a satisfying performance, and many
more. For slavers, some drugs were also invented to make training new
slaves easier, and Sinkhole was one of the more widely used drugs as it was
relatively safe and easy to use but still offered an everlasting impact on
one's mind. That was how Zain's family who owned massive herb plantations
and drug "factories" made their money.

       It was also then the slave noticed Zain.

       His face turned pale and his lips were stuttering as if he was
trying to come up with a word, but ended up with none.

       "Ehem, I see you must've been my new steward's Greek assistant he
told me about."

       The Greek looked at him confused.

       "I am your new sultan, and I merely want to deliver a gift
personally to my subjects. It seems that the new Amir Hamza has been
partying a little bit too hard. He had come here personally with only a few
men to his name, they are from a small tribe, after all. If he remained
undisposed, of course, I am sure he'd send you as his replacement. Are we
understanding each other?"

       It was then realization finally hit the slave, and he laughed like a
maniac. "I can't believe it! I thought I was done for when this guy knocked
me out on the battle! Now, I am not only getting his ass, now I am getting
his job! Do you hear that cunt? Your life is mine."

       "Well, no, of course not. You're merely representing him. He still
brings some of his men with him, and I don't think they would take it too
kindly if a Greek slave suddenly ran around giving orders. Of course, if
they didn't mind, then it's another matter."

       "Gotcha!" The slave kept reading the paper in his hand, as he dipped
the stick of a reed in a substance and then burned the top of the reed. He
then implanted the reed into Hamza's thick cock.

       Zain was aware of this procedure, he had been studying medicine in
his college after all. What the slave was doing was an old way to render a
slave sterile.

       "Yeah, you said you're going to knock up my sister and mother? Guess
what, cunt, I am going to knock up your wives and your daughters, and your
young sons will grow up drinking my cum! And you know what's best? All of
them will be your kids and you won't be able to produce any!"

       "What's your name?"

       "Oliver."

       "Well, Oliver, I am going to drop this gift here, a
triple-distilled-mead, and I plan to produce it more. For that, I will need
the steward to invest and manage the production, I am sure you can smooth
things over for me?"

       "All things will be as smooth as this bitch's body by the time I am
finished with him."

       "Anyway," coughed, "I'll have a guard staying in front so nobody
will interrupt your master's... fun time."

       Zain left the bottle on a table, turned around, and as he walked
out, he heard the slave say, "Fucking cucks."

       He did hail for a guard to be posted in front of the room, which a
hunk rough Mashriqi man dutifully did, before making his way back to the
dining room, spending the rest of the day socializing with the nobles and
taking care of things.

        He glanced back at the room after some time and saw that the slave
was talking to the guard, seemingly inviting the guard inside. The guard
was overjoyed when he saw the state of the noble and strut cockily. It was
before the slave closed the curtain again their eyes met, and the evil grin
he gave Zain told him Pasha would have to look for another guard soon.

       Zain made his final visit of the day before he had to do final
preparation for their journey.

       It was the Caliph's chamber and before Zain even reached the door,
he could hear loud slapping noises and shouting from Yousef, no doubt.

       "Do you get a good look, you old cunt!? You better watch and learn
because the next time you fuck like an old grandma, I'll punish you
harder!"

       *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* "51! 52! 53!"

       Even without peeking into the room, Zain knew Yousef was in the
middle of punishing Hazim for his "bad performance", but that didn't mean
he wasn't going to look inside. What he was surprised by was the presence
of two guards in front, not facing away from the wall, but staring straight
into the room. As Zain approached, they looked at him startled, but did not
move.

       The beautiful exquisite door parting the room was widely opened
revealing Hazim's asshole staring straight at the three of them.

       Hazim was holding his legs up while above them, Yousef was fucking
Hazim's new favorite Greek boy doggy with his balls above Hazim's
head. Upon further inspection, Yousef only looked like he was fucking them
doggy, but the leg was actually bent forward instead of straight up so low
that Zain was sure Yousef's low-hanging balls were making passes across
Hazim's face as he ram into the Greek boy whose mouth was full of Hazim's
cock. With his body leaning on the boy's back, Yousef reached further to
slap Hazim's ass.

       "I ask you a question cunt!"

       *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Yousef struck the red ass three more times.

       "54! 55! 56! I am sorry! I'll watch and learn!" Hazim shouted like
he was some soldier in military training.

       "Sorry what, cunt!?"

       *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* "Sorry sir! 5—Ugh!"

       Before Hazim could continue his counting, Yousef was already
delivering his strikes again, this time to Hazim's balls, one each, and his
asshole.

       "That's 50 more, cunt! And since you forget to count, we're starting
over!"

       Yousef delivered 5 more slaps to Hazim's balls as the man counted.

       "How much spank he had to do?" Zain asked the guards.

       "At first it was 50, but His Highness was making mistakes so he had
to do 200 hundreds."

       "And how much he had gotten?"

       "Probably 300"

       It was only the sound of slapping for a couple of seconds as the
guards looked between Zain and Hazim as if trying to see if Zain would do
anything.

       Zain, on the other hand, knew he would have to manage Hazim's
caravan as well as his. He wasn't surprised, in fact, he loved to have more
control over the caravan management. After all, Hazim's caravan was the
most important one and everyone was moving according to him, which would be
very slow.

       "If Yousef isn't done in an hour then tell him to continue it inside
Hazim's palanquin. It's big enough for the two of them. I'll be the one
assigning the carriers so he doesn't have to worry of... eavesdropper."

       He then looked at the two guards who immediately tensed up and tried
to look forward. Zain's eyes traveled down to the tents inside their pants.

       "I assume both of you know not to say a word of this to anyone,
yes?"

       "Yes, sir!" they both replied in unison.

       "Good," Zain said approaching one of the guards, standing face to
face with him. He smirked at the guard who looked at him anxiously, "Enjoy
the show!"

       Zain quickly pulled down the guard's pants as a 7" inch hairy cock
jumped up and down, he slapped the hard cock making it swung around as the
guard moaned.

       He left the guard laughing, and when he looked back, both of them
were jerking their cock to the sight of the Caliph's ass being spanked by
his own son.

       .

       Hello hello! I am back after a year of MIA and I bring with you 3
chapters, 2 for Francia and 1 for Rum.


       We're back with Zain and his friends and the Greek. There is a lot
of stuff in this chapter and also the setting the story and the world as
well. As you can see, some of the names will disappear in future chapters
and are rarely seen coming up, but most of Zain's councilors would be a
recurring character in Trebizond. I "might" have added too many characters
in it, we'll see if it will give me a headache in the future but I really
wish I could manage to grow all of these characters.

       Please forgive me. Things happened that I will talk about further in
Francia chapter 12, please wait/check that out. It should've come out
shortly after/before this one.

       But an important note for this story is that I might change the way
I write to chapter to a more bite-size amount instead of a long one, so I
could update more frequently, but I will try it with Francia first and see
if Rum should be using the same style as well.

       I made a new website for the list of characters just to keep up with
the characters I had added in the story for easier tracking for you and me
both.

       I also made a new a new Ko-fi page if you like my stories and want
to tip and donate to me. It's not necessary, and I really appreciate your
kind words or constructive criticism! I consider that as a support as
well. However, if you do donate, thank you very much! My kittens and I are
absolutely grateful!

       Thank you for your patience and support as always!