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The Seedy Underbelly of Tunis
Karim was a fucking juggernaut tearing through the grimy, sweat-soaked slums of Tunis like a goddamn beast unleashed. This Tunisian arab gay alpha was a towering bastard—six-foot-four, shoulders broad as a fucking ox, a chest thick with matted black hair that reeked of musk, and a beard so coarse it could shred flesh. At 37, he’d fucked his way through every hole he could claim, his cock a ruthless eleven-inch slab of veiny meat that left asses gaping and throats bleeding. His dark, sun-scorched skin glistened with sweat, and those cold, merciless eyes promised to break you and make you crawl for more.
Tonight, his balls were heavy, swinging low and packed with a load ready to flood some poor fucker. The air stank of harissa, piss, and his own savage lust as he prowled a dark alley near the medina—the kind of shithole where arab gay predators like him hunted weak prey. Karim didn’t give a fuck about laws or the sanctimonious pricks who’d stone him—he was a king in this filth, a ruthless bastard who took what he wanted. His stained black shirt hung open, exposing his hairy gut, and his jeans sagged under a bulge that throbbed like a fucking warhammer, ready to smash his next victim.
The White Submissive in His Clutches
That’s when he saw him—Liam, a pale little arab gay twink, barely 22, a skinny white tourist slinking through the alley like a lost lamb begging for slaughter. Smooth as porcelain, with blue eyes wide with fear and lips made for gagging, he was a submissive slut ripe for Karim’s wrath. The alpha’s cock pulsed, leaking a thick glob of precum into his pants. “Hey, ya little white cumslut,” he snarled, voice dripping with menace. “You here to get your pink ass broken by a real man, or you just lost in my fucking city?”
Liam stammered some bullshit about finding his hotel, his voice trembling, but Karim wasn’t here for excuses. He stormed over, grabbed the twink’s throat with a massive, calloused hand, and slammed him against the wall. “Don’t fucking lie to me, ya arab gay pig—I can smell your needy cunt begging for my dick,” he growled, squeezing until Liam whimpered. The white boy’s tiny prick was already stiff, tenting his tight shorts. Karim smirked—this pale bitch was his now. He dragged Liam into a dark corner behind a stack of crates, ripped those shorts off with one brutal yank, and exposed a tight, pink asshole that screamed to be fucking annihilated.
Choking the White Bitch Raw
“Knees, now, you cock-sucking slave,” Karim barked, tearing his jeans open with a snarl. His cock sprang free—an eleven-inch arab gay monster, thick as a goddamn forearm, veins bulging like ropes, and dripping with slimy, rancid precum that stank of dominance. Liam dropped fast, choking as Karim rammed it down his throat without warning, his jaw popping wide as the alpha skull-fucked him deep. “Suck it, you worthless white cunt,” he roared, grabbing Liam’s blond hair and pounding his face so hard the twink’s nose smashed into his sweaty, hairy bush, drowning him in rank musk.
Spit and snot sprayed everywhere, soaking Liam’s pale face as he gagged and retched, but the submissive slut moaned like a bitch in heat, slurping and choking on that filthy arab gay dick with desperate need. Karim didn’t ease up—he gripped the twink’s head with both hands, nails digging into the scalp, and pounded his throat like a cheap toy, his balls slapping Liam’s chin with wet, meaty thuds that echoed in the alley. “You love choking on this brown cock, don’t you, ya fucking trash?” he spat, watching Liam’s blue eyes water and roll back as his throat stretched, veins popping out. The white boy’s hands flailed, clawing at Karim’s thighs, but the alpha didn’t give a fuck—he kept ramming, turning that pretty mouth into a sloppy, drooling wreck until he yanked out, leaving Liam coughing up spit and precum, his lips swollen and dripping.
Breaking the Pink Hole Raw
Karim wasn’t here to play—he hauled Liam up by the neck, spun him around, and bent him over the crates like a ragdoll. He hocked a thick, yellow gob of spit onto that pink asshole, rubbing it in with a rough thumb. “Time to get your fucking guts broken, ya arab gay cumdump,” he sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one savage thrust that made the crates lurch. Liam screamed like a gutted pig, his tight hole tearing open, blood trickling down his pale thighs as Karim laughed—a deep, cruel sound—and started pounding like a goddamn machine, relentless and ruthless.
The twink’s legs buckled, his skinny white body jerking and thrashing under the brutal assault, but Karim didn’t slow down for shit. He grabbed Liam’s hips, nails gouging into the soft flesh, and drilled so deep the boy’s belly bulged with every slam. “Beg for it, you white slut—scream for my dick to wreck your shithole,” he roared, smacking Liam’s ass with an open hand until it was raw and purple, the pale skin welted and bruised. “Please, fuck me, ruin me, Master!” Liam sobbed, his voice breaking as his pathetic dick sprayed precum onto the crates. Karim grinned, his teeth bared like a wolf, loving the power, knowing he could break this arab gay submissive into a whimpering, cum-soaked shell.
Fucking Like a Ruthless Beast
Sweat poured off Karim’s hairy back, soaking his shirt and dripping down his crack as he jackhammered Liam’s ass into a gaping, sloppy crater. His balls slapped the twink’s thighs, heavy and wet, swinging like wrecking balls while Liam clawed at the crates, drooling and wailing like a brain-dead fucktoy lost in agony and submission. “You love this arab gay cock ripping your pink hole apart, huh, ya filthy white pig?” Karim taunted, yanking Liam’s head back by the hair and slamming in so hard the twink’s guts churned, his prostate smashed to pulp. “Yes, fuck, own me, break me!” Liam howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around the alpha’s dick, the sound obscene and loud.
Karim flipped the slut onto his back on the crates, grabbing those pale legs and spreading them wide like a conquered whore, exposing that wrecked, bloody hole. “Look at me while I gut your fucking soul,” he spat, plunging back in with a nasty, wet squelch, his cock sliding through a mess of spit, blood, and ass-juice that coated his shaft. Liam’s blue eyes locked on his, wide with fear and worship, as Karim fucked him senseless, the crates creaking and splintering under the relentless force. The alley stank of sweat, shit, and raw, animal domination—a perfect arena for a ruthless alpha like Karim to break his white submissive into pieces.
Blowing a Savage Load
The pace turned feral—Karim’s hairy ass clenched tight, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he chased his nut, his muscles flexing with every brutal thrust. Liam was a babbling, cum-drunk wreck, clawing at Karim’s chest with weak hands, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, Master, breed me, make me your slave!” That snapped it—Karim roared like a goddamn beast, slamming in so hard the crates collapsed, sending Liam crashing to the dirt as he unleashed a torrent of thick, stinking cum straight into that wrecked hole. Rope after rope blasted out, hot and endless, overflowing and oozing down the twink’s pale thighs in a sticky, filthy mess as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his belly, splattering up to his face.
Karim yanked out with a wet, sloppy pop, his cock dripping cum, blood, and ass-juice, a glistening mess swinging between his legs. He spat a fat, yellow glob onto Liam’s fucked-out face, coating his eyes, and smirked, his chest heaving. “Good little white bitch. Next time, I’m chaining you up and gangfucking your worthless cunt ’til you’re a corpse.” He strutted off, leaving the twink twitching in the dirt, ass leaking like a sewer, mind completely shattered from the ruthless, raw breaking he’d just endured.
The Alpha’s Reign of Domination
The medina buzzed with whispers the next day. Every arab gay slut in Tunis was jerking off to Karim’s name, trading tales of his savage fucks and that ruthless cock that turned tight holes into dripping, ruined wrecks—especially the white ones who dared cross his path. He didn’t give a fuck—he kept hunting, a arab gay god towering over a city too scared to stop him. Liam couldn’t walk for days, limping through the souk with a wrecked ass, his pale skin bruised and marked, beating his meat raw every night to the memory of being broken by the ruthless alpha.
Karim was already on the prowl again. He’d fucked countless subs, leaving a trail of limping, cum-soaked wrecks, but his hunger was endless—every dark alley, every stinking corner was a chance to claim another hole, to assert his dominance over the arab gay underworld. He’d piss on the rules, spit on the weak, and keep ramming his way through, a ruthless Tunisian alpha carving his legend in the flesh of every submissive dumb enough to kneel for him.
