MANDRASAT Part 25
(the author wishes to remain anonymous. The story is posted on his behalf by Pete Brown)
Ned dropped to his hands and knees between Cash's outstretched legs; the smell and taste of his son's semen hung heavy in his mouth and nostrils, and Cash, moaning, gasping for breath, hung limp against restraining chains suspended from the ceiling, his hairless head and body glistening with sweat. Ned gulped great mouthfuls of air, trying to block out the vision of what he had just done to his son. His tears and sweat ran onto the cement floor beneath him. Horror, rage, fear, all tore at his mind. He had been forced to suck his own son's cock in order to save his life. "Well done, slave," Shareem mocked derisively over the chamber's PA system. "You have one more service to perform for the whelp," he laughed. The guards standing around Ned yanked him to his feet on cue and dragged him behind Cash. The guard who had first tortured Ned and Cash kicked off his boots, shoved his fatigue pants and shorts down his legs and kicked them off his feet, standing naked beside Cash's splayed and shackled body. After a few moments of viewing Ned's impotent rage, the guard, grinning malevolently, turned and began slowly caressing the young prisoner's torso and with his tongue, jabbing the tip of it into the boy's right arm pit and sliding it over and sucking on his nipple, his electric prod held at the ready, his cock jutting out like an ax handle from a thick swirl of jet black cockhairs. "Listen to me, slave," Shareem's voice snarled out of unseen speakers, "you will now fuck your cock up this whimpering mewing slave's ass hole while my guard makes sure you fuck him well by doing the same up your hole." Ned howled his disbelief and defiance at Shareem's order, and instantly the guard slammed his prod between Cash's muscled buttocks, sending him into a paroxysm of agonized convulsions, his screams barely muffled by the gag shoved into his mouth. Jerking his head to the window separating Shareem from his torture chamber, Ned howled again, "Stop! Stop it! I'll do whatever you ask only stop killing my son!" The naked guard standing next to Cash giggled sadistically as he lightly tapped the live end of his prod against the tip of the boy's tail bone, eliciting further muffled screams and bodily spasms. Ned cried out more loudly than before to stop his son's torture, wildly promising he would do whatever he was ordered to. The brute of a guard lowered his prod, still grinning at Ned and fingering his own stiff cock. A second guard who had also stripped naked approached Ned and Cash, holding a tin can and sneering contemptuously at both slaves; he stood directly behind Cash, dipped his fingers into the can, coating them with thick, brown gel which he roughly worked into Cash's hole and anal cavity. He then turned and faced Ned and scooped another hand full of gel out of the can and, as Ned grimaced, slowly and painfully layered it onto his stiffening cock with a tightly clenched fist, jerking it to a full rock hard erection. He repeated the savage process into and around Ned's ass hole, then slowly lubricated the first guard's stiff cock, grinning as one anticipating his own pleasures to come. The first guard handed his electric prod to one of the guards standing around Ned, the second did the same with the can of gel he was holding; both then shoved Ned into place, flat up against Cash's back and buttocks. The first guard pressed himself against Ned's back, wedging his hard cock between Ned's butt cheeks and shoving his hands in between Ned and Cash, working Ned's cockhead toward Cash's hole. "Slave," Shareem shouted into his microphone, "wrap your arms around that slave's luscious young body in front of you and pull it back tight against yours, then take hold of his cock and jack it up and down as you fuck his ass." To the hoots and cheers of the five other guards standing around, the first guard slammed himself into Ned's back, grabbing him around the neck in a choke hold and fucking his cock full force through his hole and into his tightly clenched ass. Ned gasped at the sudden shock of pain ripping through his guts. The vicious momentum of the guard's forward thrust shoved Ned's cock deep into his son's ass. Both slaves screamed in pain; the guard roared in conquest. All three cocks remained ramrod rigid, hard as steel. Shareem shook his head and laughed lustily. "What a marvelous sight to behold," he extolled. " The sire fucking the whelp and a guard fucking the sire. Truly delightful." Shareem continued to chuckle. At that moment, Tariq entered the observation room and stood next to Shareem behind the window, smiling appreciatively at the orgy taking place on the other side of the glass. "A father son pair should command a great price on Mandrasat's slave block," Shareem's assistant commented. "I think there would be a large number of your clients who would love to fuck a father fucking his son, and," he giggled, "vice versa." "I agree," Shareem answered, still chuckling at the sight before him. "It is difficult to surpass the pleasure of fucking one slave's hole who is at the same time fucking a second slave's hole, but the sheer dominance of compelling a slave father to fuck his slave son is delicious beyond all telling." Both he and Tariq laughed aloud even as they felt a surge and tingle in their own cocks. "I will depart in a few hours to continue the tour of my companies on the Continent," Shareem continued, after a few moments of awkward silence, and attempted to pointedly resume his detached, business like voice. "I want you to make sure these two are well prepared. You have done an excellent job this past month initiating my priest slave and the fighter pilot slave into their new roles, so begin the basics with these ones in theirs before transporting them to Mandrasat." "Of course, Master Shareem," Tariq responded quickly. "What sort of time schedule have you in mind?" "My plan is to finish these worthless rounds of year end bonus trips through Europe to enrich further my fucking corporate executives. They are such dog shit they don't even realize they also are my slaves, but the time will come very soon," he clucked, "when these so called movers and shakers of the EU economy will surrender their sons and grandsons to me naked and in chains for my auction block rather than lose their wealth and prestige. " Then laughing sardonically he said, "They are about to discover that their villas and country estates are just variations on basic slave cages." Tariq laughed along with his master. "You will remain here a while longer, Tariq. Make sure things are sufficiently underway with these two slaves, before arranging to have them shipped to Mandrasat. Begin the permanent hair removal process tomorrow. In four days, have them branded, then four days after that, fit them with genital cinches and pierce them for their ear and nipple rings. It is unfortunate that they are both circumcised. It would have been amusing to watch them watching each other being clipped, and." he added, grinning and jerking his thumb toward the window, "to listen to them listening to each other scream. "Have one of our veterinarians give each of them a thorough physical examination, inside and out. I want every significant weight and measurement taken, their cocks, their balls, their nipples, their ass holes. Have them take samples of all their bodily fluids. Do all this, Tariq, in the most humiliating manner possible. I want them exercised every day, three hours at least, as well as lengthy runs." "Perhaps some cart and pony training as well," Tariq smiled. "An excellent suggestion, Tariq. Excellent. Follow through on it, just remember we are in England in January, not in Qassir. Do what you can. Inform the kennels to prepare special nutrient mixtures containing steroids and enzymes to accelerate muscle bulk, and of course to ladle in large quantities of whatever orgasm enhancing drugs they are currently using." "Tadalafil,"Tariq responded matter of factly. "What?" Shareem asked sharply, not expecting an answer nor appreciating the interruption. "Tadalafil," Tariq answered nervously, "a chemical of some sort that makes cocks hard for a very long time and able to shoot huge amounts of cum." "Quite," Shareem snipped. After a fleeting moment's frown, he continued, "Both of these slaves are already heavily hung with beefy cocks and balls, and, yes, I definitely want them to toss prolonged hard ons and shoot prodigious amounts of semen. A fuck match between them and similarly enhanced Nubians back in Mandrasat's combat ring as entertainment for some of our special clients will greatly increase the bidding. Word of mouth is invaluable," he chuckled without amusement. "If you need any special equipment or additional Nubians, simply order them. You already have my authorization in advance for whatever regimen you decide upon. "When you are ready to transport them to Mandrasat, call for a Royal Household jet. Travel first to Colonel Mustafa's air base. As usual with our special deliveries, let him and his troops have fun with my new slaves for two days, then ship them overland to Mandrasat in one of the base's trucks." After a pause of several minutes, staring intently through the window at the violent rape scene unfolding in the chamber, Shareem continued, "I will be flying back to Qassir myself in ten days or so," he said slowly, a distracted and cunning smile spreading across his face. Tariq, his head tilted to one side, looked quizzically at his master. "In two weeks," he explained, " Qassir will be hosting an international fleet week for war ships from a dozen countries, and," he intoned with mock pomposity, "sponsoring a series of Olympic weight lifting trials, and I am quite confident some excellent specimens from those ships will be among the competitors, and I shall be there to evaluate them. "Certainly," he laughed, "young and muscular Australians in the military have brought high bids on the block for the past hundred years, as well as long legged dimple assed Germans for centuries before that. And none of my clients or my ancestors' clients could ever resist lean, smooth skinned Frenchmen. Especially," he guffawed, "lean and smooth skinned French sailors. Who knows what jewels these modern navies will produce which we can snare from the Olympic stage for Mandrasat's auction block?" "I think," he smiled broadly, "2002 is going to be a very profitable year," sighing contentedly, he stepped to the door, then looking back through the observation room's window he said, "When the guards finish with those two, let the Nubians have at them for a couple of hours, then have them feed and watered; although neither of them will be too hungry after our guards and our Nubians finish feeding them cock. Tariq chortled gleefully that, "If you add up the length of all the cock they're going to be sucking just today, it comes to almost twelve feet apiece. Isn't that delicious?" he roared. "Delightful, " Shareem responded approvingly "Have them douched thoroughly; they will also have taken twelve feet of cock up the ass," he laughed, "after a good douching, have the Nubians scrub them shiny clean. Have the older slave's head and body shaved as well, just like the young one's. "Why don't you take the young one yourself for the night; he should be used to the feel and taste of cock by then. Tomorrow give him to the Russian overseer, Safik. He loves fucking young, hard bodied slaves, and give the sire to whichever overseer you choose," still grinning, he stepped through the door, pulling it shut behind him. Tariq bowed to the closed door and then turned his attention back to the fuck fest as it reached climax. The three writhing in fuck crazed frenzy on the other side of the window howled in unison as they shot cum at the same moment. While white ropes of semen splattered the floor in front of him, Cash's uncontrollably clenching gut muscles milked Ned's cock ferociously in their crushing embrace as his in turn squeezed the guard's fuck muscle almost flat. Three rigid fiery cocks on the verge of splitting open like ripe bananas, spit volley after volley . Ned, Cash, and the guard were drenched in one another's sweat; Ned, his cock plowing deep into his son's ass, continued mindlessly jerking Cash's cock as though he were jerking his own, as the guard viciously dug his cockhead repeatedly into Ned's prostate, the maddeningly hot nub bulging through the wall of his fuck chute and seemingly consuming his being. Fuck insanity had a tight grip on them for many minutes, though imperceptively, it began to diminish. A few moments more of violent fuck spasms, then only droplets of semen bubbled out of three blisteringly hot piss holes. A few moments more and the cocks themselves began to soften in their prisons of straining flesh. Grabbing Ned hard by the hips, the guard fucking him from behind savagely yanked him back out of Cash's fuck chute and himself out of Ned's. The two slaves cried out as the cocks ripped through their ass holes, and the walls of their cum smeared bowels glued themselves to each other in their wake. The guard shoved Ned into the grasping hands of the five guards standing around waiting for their turns with Shareem's new slaves, while the sixth guard who had greased Cash's hole pounced on the young slave, wrapping his arms tight around the boy's waste pulling him back and down hard as he drove his cock full length up into the boy's hot and still tight fuck hole. Cash cried aloud again in pain through his gag, but not just in pain. This guard knew instinctively where to find the slave's fire knot and how to rake it with his granite hard cock. Ned was dragged back to his original place of restraint, his wrists shackled together and his arms stretched above his head by the chain hanging from the ceiling; his legs were spread wide and his ankles cuffed to clamps in the floor. Nothing could describe his impotent despair as he hung stretched taut between floor and ceiling watching his son being gang fucked by a line of jeering and hooting thugs, naked now and thick with body hair, jacking their own rigid cocks. Suddenly Ned's head was jerked back in a powerful strangle hold; in spite of the crushing pressure squeezing his throat, he attempted to scream aloud as a red hot poker tore through his ass hole, battering his burning tortured gut muscles. The guard now fucking him also knew where to aim his cock thrusts, how to drive himself and Ned instantly to incendiary lust frenzy. So much was Ned's brain overwhelmed by the sudden onrush of throbbing pulsating agonizing fuck madness that it short circuited his vision and the sight of his son's rape just ten feet in front of him evaporated from his mind. Spasms throttled his consciousness as much as the guard's cock throttled his fire knot, a steel hard fuck shaft pounding through slave muscles tightly clenched. With his torturer mauling him, his fingers digging into his flesh, adding to the bolts of fuck spasms lacerating his body, Ned ground his ass down harder and harder against each forceful thrust scraping the fiery knob inside. He lusted to be devoured by the sheets of flame erupting out through his entire body. He was no longer Ned Collier. No longer a person. No longer a man. He was cock. Total cock. Every cell, every nerve ending, every muscle, every organ burning, straining, pounding him to orgasm. The guard's cock battered Ned's ass, his fist jack-hammered his cock, crushing his fuck tube shut, forcing scalding hot semen to build to a boiling hot reservoir pressing against the sealed, burning passageway; he was body, soul, being a swirling lake of fiery lava building to eruption. Ned's mouth hung open, but his screams had ceased; his eyes bulged, but saw nothing; his back arched as he strained hard against his wrist and ankle restraints; the guard balanced himself on the balls of his feet, his back also arched, his fist squeezed tight at the base of Ned's cock, his own jammed straight up into Ned's body, then both cocks exploded. Ropes of cum ripped through constrained fuck tubes, searing the lips of their piss holes. Slave and guard screamed in lust and agony, convulsing together as mindless fuck frenzy hammered their bodies. Each time Ned shot a volley of cum, his gut muscles squeezed and milked the guard's. Time did not exist for slave or guard; all that existed were their cocks blowing cum over and over until the frenzy began to subside. When cum began to dribble out of their softening hard ons and sweat streamed from their bodies mixing together, dampening the floor beneath them, the guard hung limp on Ned's body, his cock still planted deep in his ass. Both gasping for air. Slowly Ned became aware of himself as the thick cloud of fuck fury slowly lifted. Gradually he became aware of the guard's naked body draped around his own, one arm over his shoulder, the other hanging down over his hip, his hand grasping at Ned's cock and balls. And slowly, he became aware of a horror occurring in front of his eyes. Cash was no longer strung up by a chain to the ceiling, his ankles no longer clamped to hooks in the floor, his wrists no longer shackled, the gag ripped from his mouth. The guards had torn away his restraints and dragged him to the floor; two guards pinned his wrists, and two more held his legs up and spread. A fifth guard knelt on Cash's chest, pinning his head between his thick muscled thighs, his ass pumping back and forth, his cock planted in Cash's mouth. The sixth guard squatted between Cash's upended legs, flat against his buttocks, his hands tightly gripping the slave's hips, slamming his cock in and out of his ass. The seventh guard continued to hang as dead weight on Ned's back. "No! Oh God No!" Ned cried as he watched his son being ass and mouth fucked on the floor in front of a semicircle of screeching and howling monsters. "You bastards," he screamed. "You motherfuckin bastards!" He shook violently against his restraints, unknowingly bringing his guard back to full awareness. He felt the guard's arm beginning to tighten around his neck and his hand begin to squeeze his cock and balls. The guard was fully ready for a second fuck. Ned struggled uselessly as the guard's hardening cock shoved its way up into his ass again. And the more he struggled, the more the fire of lust burned in the guard's flesh. After each guard had his turn fucking Cash's ass and mouth, he would take his third fuck in Ned's ass. Cum spilled out of the sides of Cash's mouth, even though he had been forced to swallow each load. Cum puddled underneath his ass hole, as one cock after another drilled into his guts and was yanked back to shoot its load over over his cock and balls and hairless abs. Cum also squirted out of Ned's ass hole as each new cock pounded its way balls deep through all the previous loads. The guards took over three hours fucking Ned and Cash and playing with their bodies, punching, squeezing, twisting, biting, relishing the weakening level of screams the two slaves were able to produce. Three and a half hours after Ned was forced to kneel in front of Cash and suck his cock, Tariq entered the torture chamber smiling. He was the only one in the room not naked, the only one in the room not sprawled on the floor, the only one in the room not exhausted from a three hour fuck fest. "Come on, boys," he shouted, clapping his hands loudly. "You've had your go at these two fine specimens. Now it's time," he smiled broadly, "to let our Nubians have some fun," and laughing out loud, he snapped his fingers, a door flew open, and a dozen naked, hairless, black Nubians charged into the room. They were taller and more muscular than any of the guards, than Ned's six foot four inches, and their cocks, bouncing wildly up and down in front of them, were by far the longest and thickest of any in the room. With another snap of his fingers, Tariq held the Nubians at bay while the guards picked up their clothing and unchained Ned from his restraints, tossing him to the floor next to Cash. Before he could reach out to his son lying motionless on the floor, Tariq snapped his fingers again, and the Nubians pounced. Six giggling, clucking Nubians dragged Ned to the far end of the room, away from Cash; they cried out for each other, but the shouting and cat-calls from the guards, standing around waiting for the fun to begin, and the screeching of the Nubians, drowned out Ned's and Cash's cries. They were each buried under an avalanche of black, muscled flesh. Ned tried to fight back, but even on the best of days, he was no match for six powerful adversaries. His arms were pinned to the floor, his legs yanked up, bent at the knee, and forced back against his chest. He screamed as he watched a grinning Nubian licking his lips, squatting over his ass, spreading his buttocks apart, and shoving his massive cock into his red and swollen cum clogged hole. Once the Nubian fucking Ned had rammed his cock fully into his ass, the ones holding the slave's legs apart yanked them back and around the Nubian's grinding hips; he'd already clamped his huge hands around Ned's hips, pulling and pushing his body back and forth against the rough and abrasive thrusts of his cock. Three more black cocks drilled Ned's ass, their cum splattering against his bowels, before a Nubian fell onto his chest, squeezing his hard muscled thighs tight on either side of his victim's head, grabbing handfuls of his hair and violently twisting and yanking them, almost tearing the hair from his scalp. Ned had no option but to open his mouth to scream, but his scream was gagged swiftly by a thick Nubian cock plowing into his mouth. Tariq left the chamber shortly after the Nubians began simultaneously ass and mouth fucking Ned and Cash. He did not return for over three hours, deciding that was sufficient time for the black slaves to enjoy a sample of what the two white ones had to offer. Upon entering the room, he saw that some of Shareem's guards had stayed for the whole show; some stood, some squatted, some sat on the floor, most were still naked; some had pulled on their undershorts, others, just their socks. They roared with laughter as the Nubians drove their huge fuck muscles deep into Ned's and Cash's mouth and ass holes. Shareem's assistant shouted above the din, ordering everything to come to a stop. Anticipating his command, the guards began pulling on their clothing, some wiping strings of cum from the tips of their cocks with a sock or handkerchief. In their native language, Tariq ordered the seven guards to drag Ned and Cash to a latrine and the Nubians to accompany them. In the latrine, the guards were to use clippers to shear all the hair from Ned's head and body, then six Nubians were to drag him into the showers, lather him up and use straight razors to shave his whole body, even his pain wracked ass hole, down to the skin. The six remaining Nubians were to drag Cash to a toilet and douche him, cleaning out the huge load of semen from his bowels. After Ned had been shaved from head to foot, his six Nubians dragged him to a toilet next to his son where he was also douched. Never in their most hellish nightmares had Ned or Cash ever conceived of the kind of barbaric brutality they were undergoing, their bodies cauldrons of pain, their minds paralyzed by fear. Tariq stood smiling contentedly, holding a large, open steel ring which he handed to one of the guards. "Snap this around the older slave's neck to match the one around the younger one's," he ordered, "naked and hairless, they look almost like twins." And in less than a minute, Ned and Cash both had slave rings hanging around their necks. Tariq was right, without hair or clothes they did look almost like twins. Ned's muscular frame was thicker, more bulky, more defined; Cash was lean, his skin taut with the patina of youth. Their faces, their cocks, their ball sacks all virtually identical. "Yes." Tariq thought, "these two will bring in a fortune on the auction block." Again in a language unfamiliar to the two white slaves, Tariq ordered the Nubians to return the two to the showers and scrub them until their skin glowed, then he called three guards to his side. "Gentlemen," he said addressing the guards, "I have a bit of entertainment in mind for us tonight. After the Nubians have finished scrubbing the slaves, I want you to escort the younger one to Master Shareem's pleasure room on the ground floor. Wear only your boots and fatigue pants. I want you naked," he grinned, "at the snap of a finger," then Tariq snapped his finger. The guards were delighted at their assignment. -0- While Ned was being ass fucked, his body stretched taut, cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling of Shareem's rape chamber, Brett and Ballard were also undergoing tortures of the damned at Mandrasat. Their bodies still ached with pain from the branding of their asses , the piercings of their nipples and ear lobes and the brutal insertion of slave rings through the puncture wounds. Their condition made no difference to Kasim or Zarak. Slaves had to be worked. Those were Shareem's orders, and Kasim and Zarak, as his prize overseers at Mandrasat, knew the penalty for ignoring orders. Slaves at Mandrasat had no way of knowing exactly what day it was, or what date, and many of the auction slaves had lost track of what month it was. If asked, they probably would have guessed the year correctly as 2002, or at least December, 2001. For the first four days of the New Year, Brett and Ballard worked as field slaves, six hours a day under the desert sun. They began each day before dawn with a two hour run on the dirt roads circling Mandrasat followed by an all too brief feeding period which could best be described as survival of the fittest. Ages ago, a low standing trough had been dug along an inner wall in Mandrasat's main courtyard; its purpose to provide water for man and beast. Over the centuries it had been adapted to other even less sanitary uses. Most recently. it had been fitted to a pumping system which led to the kennels located below the courtyard, and before the two dozen auction slaves charged into the courtyard for their morning feedings, the trough would be pumped to overflowing with slave slop. The slaves had to kneel at the trough, bent over, sucking the green and brown slime into their mouths. Shareem deliberately rebuild the trough to accommodate only fifteen slaves, and the food was not replenished, so only the strongest, fittest, and most aggressive slaves ate their fill while others were left to scrape the residue from the sides of the trough. Feeding times became a frenzy of biting, punching, kicking, grappling, of slaves dragging slaves away from the trough by grabbing them by their necks, ankles, hips, cocks, balls. Curses and threats exploded around the trough in half a dozen different languages. New to the fury of Mandrasat's morning feeding, Brett had been hurled away from the trough over the past couple of days, protecting his wounds, bruises, and abrasions. He'd gone hungry until the evening feeding which always took place in overseers' rooms, and was always accompanied by much fucking and bodily mayhem. By the end of the first week of January, Brett had had his fill of losing his battles for breakfast. The new meek and curvaceous auction slave, branded, fitted with a steel slave collar, steel ear and nipple rings, a genital cinch, and lusted after by every resident of Mandrasat would be submissive and timid no longer. Zarak looked on as his slave protege battled his way to the trough. "He has taken his first step to the combat ring," Zarak thought approvingly. "This will make our time together more strenuous, but much more enjoyable." He chuckled to himself as he turned and saw Kasim watching his slave charge, Ballard, fighting alongside Brett to secure their feeding space. Catching Kasim's eye. Zarak jerked his head toward Brett and Ballard warding off attacks against their spots. Kasim smiled back at Zarak, nodding his head up and down. Both overseers knew their charges were destined for the combat ring, then to be sold as gladiators to the highest bidders. Zarak felt his cock hardening as he contemplated his sessions in the ring with his slave. Kasim laughed out loud as he watched Zarak's huge fuck muscle rise majestically to its full, rock hard erection. How good it is to pass from stage one to stage two! -0- January 4, 2002 was the date for the USS Everett Ralston to exit Dar es Salaam harbor on the morning tide for its next port, Mombasa; it was also the day on which Sean Olivier and Jeremy Posten and their drinkin and fuckin buddies got a handle on their New Years Eve binge hangovers. Sean and Jeremy found themselves the butts of many crude jokes and rude analogies. "Hey, Sean. Hear you lost half your cock to local cunt." "It's still twice as long as yours, asshole." "You fuck assholes too. Whose? Your twink Jeremy?" "How would you like to walk around without a head?" "You tellin us we're comin to blows?" "Just pucker up, Honey. I'll give you the ride of your life/" Jeremy wisely chose not to get involved in the crude repartee, managing instead to cajole Sean to the ship's exercise room before he took a swing an some shipmate. Neither did much exercising on this short leg of the cruise; it was only two and a half days to Mombasa at a leisurely speed. "I don't think I can take another booze and fuck fest," Jeremy rasped, still residing in the suburbs of alcohol poisoning. "Me neither," Sean replied unenthusiastically. "Let's stay on board, work out and get psyched for the competition. We've got just about two weeks to make sure we make the cut. We got hotel reservations in Qassir for that weekend, Friday to Sunday. Now I got to go and stand under a hot shower for a couple of hours. See you later, Bud." The Everett Ralston would arrive in Mombasa on Sunday, January 6, for a three day good will visit, then sail on to Qassir on the Ninth, arriving late on the night of Wednesday, January 16. Sean and Jeremy were both registered to compete in the Qassir Olympic Weight Lifting Trials on Friday and Saturday. Shareem's seat was permanently reserved for him at the trials in the front row, and as usual, opera glasses would be provided compliments of the Qassir Sports Palace.
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