Crisis in an Arab sheikdom, where the different brother's usurping power, castrate the former ruler (his brother)
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THE END OF A DYNASTY: Aziz, former sheik of the Koreb sheikdom, sat gloomily in his camelhide tent, blind and with a deeply split tongue, able to taste, but not able to speak properly, reflecting over the past four years. He could feel the cool wind as his black eunuch servants fanned the heat from him. He remembered the time when his eldest brother Faisel, together with a number of upstarts, had overthrown the rule of their father sheik Adar, and how he, Faisel, had personally slit their own father’s throat in the presence of himself and his younger brother Mishak, their father’s ignomous burial in the desert sands. Faisel had also killed both his mother, and the other concubines of his father, as well as his other half brothers and sisters. Only he and his younger brother were spared, sons of the same mother. Then came his turn, whilst Faisel was out raiding the nearby sheikdom of Farquar, he, Aziz had usurped power with the aid of other resentful members of the royal family. Not suspecting anything, on his return from the raid, Faisel and his stalwarts were captured. The supporters of Faisel, together with all their male family were herded into a specially prepared compound and underwent castration, thereafter to be sold to the wandering merchants, who would sell them as eunuch slaves in the near and far east. Aziz had decided that he himself would personally castrate his brother for the crime against their father. Faisel was dragged naked screaming and begging for mercy from his brother Aziz. “Did I not spare you and Mishak, because you both are my blood brothers?” Aziz ignored his brother. The guards tied both Faisel’s hands to two separate stakes in the ground. Both Faisel’s feet were brought to the same two stakes holding the hands, and also tied there, with his butt in the air. A separate rope was brought around his waist and tied to two stakes behind the butt, so that Faisel was immobilized. Aziz approached his brother’s exposed balls with a criss dagger. He took hold of the ball sac, pulled, and neatly sliced his balls and sac off. Faisel let out a high pitched scream from the pain, whilst at the same time cursing Aziz. Aziz threw the severed parts into the nearby fire. Immediately there was the stench of burning flesh. Mishak (a homosexual) together with some of his friends had stood by watching the whole episode. He too had a hatred for his eldest brother for what he had done to their father and mother. Mishak was however turned on sexually by seeing his brother with no balls, and his arse in the air. “Aziz, I and my friends want to fuck Faisel in his present position, may we do so?” “Go ahead” responded Aziz with a tinge of revulsion. “Make sure that when you are finished, that you personally slit his throat.” Mishak allowed his four friends first to fuch his eldest brother, so that their cum could lubricated his aresehole. Whilst being fucked, Faisel himself had come twice from the pressure of the hard cocks on his prostate gland. Whilst each one was fucking his brother, Mishak with his giagantic cock, stood in front of their mouth’s to be sucked whilst they fucked. Mishak then mounted his brother, unceremoniously rammed his hard cock into the arsehole, and started a slow but rythmetical movement. Faisel started to respond to the friction against his prostate, and within minutes was spurting his last hot cum onto his chest. Mishak grabbed Faisel’s hair with his left hand, holding his head down and with his right hand he sliced his brother;s throat with the criss. Blood spurted all over him. Faisel’s body went into deaththroes convulsions, his arsehole clampind tight onto Mishak’s cock, stimulating the strongest orgasm Mishak had ever experienced as his gism spurted with force and deep into his dying brother’s arse. As the body started to relax, Mishak pulled his dripping monster out. That was four years ago. Now Aziz reflected on the events of the past month. Mishak in turn had successfully revolted against him and overthrown his rule of the sheikdom. He had been dragged from his royal tent, whist his hard dick was deep in his concubines cunt. He had scarsely spurted his cum with gusto, when he felt hands pulling him off her, and led into captivity. Aziz remembered being strapped to a table, felt his balls stretched, and them sliced off by his brother, the excruciating, yet exhilarating pain and painfully fucked by him. After that, his tongue had been pulled out with pliers, and deeply split, so that he would never again be able to speak properly again. A searing rod was held in front of his eyes to blind him. His wives and concubines were killed, his sons were also castrated and sold to itenary merchants, his daughters to become prostitutes. BUT his greatest consolation was in knowing that the goatherd (a lover of Mishak) was already plotting the overthrow of Mishak. He also knew that this castrator of goats, in turn would eventually castrate Mishak. So would a 200 year old dynasty pass into the hands of a goatherd! Meanwhile, Aziz knew that tonight was to be his last night. He knew too that the delight that his brother had enjoyed whilst slicing Faisel’s throat whilst at the same time fucking him, was an experience that he wanted to repeat again with his second eldest brother.