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The Muddy Fields of Luxor
Hassan was a fucking beast dominating the muddy, sun-scorched fields outside Luxor like a goddamn pharaoh of cock and dirt. This Egyptian arab gay alpha was a hulking brute—six-foot-three, skin darkened by years of toiling under the Nile sun, with a chest thick with wiry black hair and a beard that hung heavy with sweat and grime. At 39, he’d fucked his way through every farmhand and villager who dared cross his path, his cock a monstrous ten-inch club of veiny meat that smashed asses raw and left throats gasping. His dark, weathered face was etched with scars, and those fierce, unyielding eyes promised to plow you into the earth and make you beg for it.
Tonight, his balls were swollen, aching with a load built up from days of hauling crops and barking orders at the workers. The air stank of wet earth, donkey shit, and his own savage musk as he prowled the edge of an irrigation ditch—the kind of isolated shithole where arab gay peasants came to get their holes pounded under the moon’s glare. Hassan didn’t give a fuck about the village elders or the mosque’s threats—he was the law out here. His stained kaftan was torn open, exposing his hairy gut, and his loose trousers sagged under a bulge that throbbed like a fucking plow ready to tear up the soil.
The Village Boy by the Ditch
That’s when he saw him—Omar, a lean little arab gay twink, barely 19, crouched by the ditch washing mud off his hands. Skinny and tanned, with dark eyes full of quiet defiance and lips chapped from the dry wind, he was a farmer’s son ripe for Hassan’s brutal harvest. The alpha’s cock pulsed, leaking a thick wad of precum into his trousers. “Hey, ya little mud-slut,” he growled, voice rough from yelling at the fields all day. “You out here to get your ass plowed, or you just playing in the dirt like a bitch?”
Omar muttered some bullshit about cleaning up, his hands trembling, but Hassan wasn’t here for excuses. He stomped over, boots sinking into the mud, and grabbed the twink’s arm, yanking him up with one brutal pull. “Don’t fucking lie to me, ya arab gay field-rat—I know a horny hole when I smell one,” he snarled, shoving Omar against a palm tree. The twink’s small prick was already stiff, tenting his muddy shorts. Hassan grinned—this village boy was his to break. He dragged Omar deeper into the shadows, threw him down into the wet earth, and ripped those shorts off, exposing a tight, dusty asshole that screamed to be fucking ravaged.
Choking on Alpha Mud
“Mouth open, now, you cock-sucking peasant,” Hassan barked, yanking his trousers down with a grunt. His cock sprang free—a ten-inch arab gay club, thick and veiny, dripping with sweaty precum that stank of the fields and raw power. Omar’s jaw dropped, choking as Hassan rammed it in deep, spearing his throat with one savage thrust. “Suck it, you worthless cunt,” he roared, grabbing Omar’s hair and skull-fucking him so hard the twink’s head sank into the mud, his lips stretching wide around the alpha’s filthy meat.
Spit and mud mixed, coating Omar’s face as he gagged and retched, but the little slut moaned like a calf under the knife, slurping and choking on that dirty arab gay dick with desperate hunger. Hassan didn’t let up—he gripped the twink’s head with both hands, fingers digging into the scalp, and pounded his throat like he was threshing wheat, his balls slapping Omar’s chin with wet, gritty smacks that splashed mud everywhere. “You love choking on this farmer’s cock, don’t you, ya mud-trash?” he spat, watching Omar’s eyes water and roll back as his throat bulged. The twink’s hands clawed at the earth, but Hassan kept ramming, turning that mouth into a sloppy, drooling wreck until he yanked out, leaving Omar gasping and coughing up spit like a drowning rat in the ditch.
Plowing the Dusty Hole Raw
Hassan wasn’t done—he flipped Omar onto his belly in the mud, ass up like a bitch in rut, and spat a thick, gritty glob onto that tight asshole. “Time to get your fucking guts plowed, ya arab gay dirt-slut,” he sneered, lining up his cock and slamming it in raw with one brutal thrust that buried him balls-deep. Omar screamed like a donkey caught in a trap, his hole tearing open, blood and mud mixing as Hassan laughed—a deep, guttural bellow—and started pounding like a goddamn plow through dry soil, relentless and unforgiving.
The twink’s knees sank deeper into the muck, his lean body jerking with every savage thrust, but Hassan didn’t give a shit. He grabbed Omar’s hips, nails gouging into dusty flesh, and drilled so deep the kid’s guts shifted, his belly bulging with every slam. “Beg for it, you filthy slut—scream for my dick to plow you,” he roared, smacking Omar’s ass with a muddy hand until it was raw and streaked with dirt, the skin welted and bruised. “Please, fuck me, plow my hole!” Omar sobbed, his voice cracking as his pathetic dick leaked precum into the mud. Hassan grinned, his teeth bared like a jackal, loving the power, knowing he could break this arab gay village boy into a whimpering, cum-soaked wreck.
Fucking Like Nile Beasts
Sweat poured off Hassan’s hairy frame, soaking his kaftan and dripping into the mud as he jackhammered Omar’s ass into a gaping, sloppy crater. His balls slapped the twink’s thighs, heavy and wet with ditch water, while Omar clawed at the earth, drooling and wailing like a brain-dead fucktoy lost in the flood of pain and pleasure. “You love this arab gay cock plowing your shithole, huh, ya filthy field-bitch?” Hassan taunted, yanking Omar’s head back by the hair and slamming in so hard the twink’s insides churned, his prostate smashed to pulp. “Yes, fuck, wreck me, own me!” Omar howled, his ass clenching and farting wetly around the alpha’s dick, mud grinding into the mess.
Hassan flipped the slut onto his back in the muck, grabbing those lean legs and spreading them wide like a felled crop, exposing that wrecked, bloody hole. “Look at me while I plow 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. Omar’s dark eyes locked on his, wide with desperation, as Hassan fucked him senseless, the mud shifting and splashing under the brutal force. The field stank of sweat, cum, and raw, animal sex—a perfect domain for an alpha like Hassan to dominate and destroy his prey under the rural sky.
Blowing a Brutal Load
The pace turned feral—Hassan’s hulking frame tensed, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he chased his nut, his muscles flexing with every brutal thrust. Omar was a babbling, cum-drunk wreck, clawing at Hassan’s chest with muddy hands, screaming, “Fill my fucking ass, Master, flood me, make me your bitch!” That snapped it—Hassan roared like a goddamn Nile crocodile, slamming in so hard Omar’s hips sank into the mud, and 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 thighs into the muck as he convulsed, his own tiny dick spurting a weak, watery load across his belly, mixing with the dirt.
Hassan 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, muddy glob onto Omar’s fucked-out face, coating his lips, and smirked, his chest heaving. “Good little field-bitch. Next time, I’m chaining you to the plow and fucking you ’til you’re fertilizer.” He strode off, leaving the twink twitching in the mud, ass leaking like a flooded ditch, mind completely shattered from the brutal, raw plowing he’d just endured.
The Alpha’s Rural Empire
Luxor’s fields buzzed with whispers the next day. Every arab gay slut in the village was jerking off to Hassan’s name, trading tales of his savage fucks and that farmer’s cock that turned tight holes into dripping, ruined wrecks. He didn’t give a fuck—he kept prowling, a arab gay god ruling the countryside. Omar couldn’t walk for days, hobbling through the fields with a wrecked ass, beating his meat raw every night to the memory of being plowed open by the alpha, mud still caked in his bruises.
Hassan was already hunting again. He’d fucked half the farmhands in the region, leaving a trail of limping, cum-soaked wrecks, but his hunger was endless—every ditch, every dark field was a chance to claim another hole, to assert his dominance over the arab gay rural underworld. He’d piss on the elders, spit on the Nile, and keep ramming his way through, an Egyptian alpha carving his legend in the flesh of every slut dumb enough to wander into his domain.
