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Part Thirteen Crisis In the Middle East;
NBC news anchor Brian Williams barely noticed the Jordanian landscape as his taxi took him to his hotel. He was too busy rehashing the news that had pissed him off earlier in the day. That damn pretty boy Anderson Cooper had finagled an exclusive interview with Dr. Rashar al-Assad of Syria! Brian had been trying to do the same for months and the Syrian administration had blown him off repeatedly. What the hell did Anderson Cooper have that he hadn't? He was about to find out as the taxi pulled to a stop in front of his hotel. Coincidentally Cooper was booked at the same hotel. Brian climbed out of the taxi into the hot air and marched to the hotel lobby.
In one of the suites Anderson Cooper was seated in a chaise with King Abdullah II of Jordan seated to one side and Dr. Rashar al-Assad of Syria to the other. King Abdullah was merely there as a silent escort and host to both men. The conversation was mainly between Cooper and al-Assad.
"Dr. al-Assad," Cooper posed his question, "are we to understand that the cease fire is merely a slight repass?"
Dr. al-Assad gave a slight grin. "Our wish is to drive the Hebrew infidel from Palestine."
"Yes, but is military recourse necessary?" Cooper offered. "It would appear to me that diplomatic discussions between your country and Israel would stand a better chance of resolving your differences."
Al-Assad was silent a moment looking at the American news anchor through narrow eyes. Anderson Cooper shifted in his seat waiting for the man's reply. King Abdullah watched with knowing amusement. He and al-Assad had specifically requested this private meeting in Cooper's suite, sans cameramen, bodyguards and any sort of spectator.
Al-Assad spoke at last, "talk is for the weak. In order to accomplish our means power and force are necessary."
Cooper replied, "Yes butttttttt," but al-Assad abruptly stood and hauled Cooper upright by his shirt collar. Al-Assad yanked Cooper close until their bodies were close, chests actually touching. Cooper rarely felt anxiety in his job but was wary of this man. He was a Muslim fanatic, despite being the president of Syria. Cooper hoped that the still silent Abdullah would intervene when necessary.
"Power and force," al-Assad's warm breath fanned Cooper's face, "shall always triumph." Al-assad ground his pelvis into Cooper's.
Cooper blinked in confusion at the evidence of the man's boner. Cooper was further startled by the touch of additional hands at his waist. Abdullah had silently rose from his seat and stepped close to the two men. In a daze Cooper felt Abdullah's hands tug at the belt and waistband of his slacks. He should have been concerned but was beginning to feel his own cock harden. Cooper felt Abdullah tug down his slacks and boxers exposing his cock, but more importantly to Abdullah and al-Assad, his creamy bubble butt.
Brian Williams was seated in the hotel bar down a second drink. He had decided he needed fortitude before he confronted Cooper. The concierge had informed his that Cooper was in his room and had requested privacy for the afternoon. No doubt he needed time to prepare for the exclusive Williams sneered. He slammed the empty glass on the counter.
"Another," he ordered curtly to the bartender, "and make this one a double."
Anderson Cooper was on the floor on his hands and knees. al-Assad sneered down at the US journalist. He gripped his fat hard uncut cock and slapped it across Cooper's handsome features. King Abdullah was stroking his own uncut cock staring down at Cooper's round creamy butt. He leaned closer and abruptly thrust into Cooper's sphincter.
"Ughhh......mnmph," Cooper opened his mother at the forceful thrust and invasion to his chute and al-Assad jammed his hard cock in his mouth to silence him.
"Capitalist pig!" al-Assad gripped Cooper's head roughly and began to roughly face fuck the journalist's throat.
Cooper gasped for breath and snorted loudly as the brown cock stretched his lips and forced it's way to the back of his throat. Despite the discomfort to his throat, his wiggled his butt in pleasure as King Abdullah pounded his ass with his own thick brown cock. Abdullah gripped Cooper's butt cheeks and thrust harder and deeper. He was pleased that Cooper was bucking back. The journalist convulsed his rectum muscles around the thick cock.
"Mnmph," Cooper gurgled as al-Assad roughly plugged his throat. He snorted loudly and spittle drooled from his lips and hung toward the floor.
"Filthy infidel," al-Assad panted as he thrust harshly between Cooper's stretched lips. His hairy balls swung and smacked against Cooper's cheeks. "You disgust me," al-Assad gritted as he thrust deeper, enjoying the sound of Cooper's slight gag.
Cooper tried to concentrate on the hot pulsing shaft warmth filling his chute versus the large cock roughly jammed down his throat.
Abdullah gripped Cooper's fleshy cheeks in a tighter grip and hauled him closer. The action lessened the severity of al-Assad's thrust in his throat and Cooper breathed more easily. He was now able to enjoy the cock jammed down his throat. He twitched his butt and rubbed Abdullah's pubes. They tickled and he snorted loudly in an effort to laugh. The string of spittle was now openly drooling from his chin to a small puddle on the rug. Abdullah's balls slapped Cooper's reddened butt cheeks. The American's chute was so damn tight.
al-Assad pulled his cock from Cooper's lips and resumed slapping his cheeks with the hard shaft. Cooper blinked with each smack but extended his tongue hoping to lick the shiny head as it crossed his face. Al-Assad sneered as he forced the cock head between Cooper's lips. "Eat it, American pig!"
Abdullah jack hammered Cooper's stretched hole faster. He leaned forward and rammed his pelvis roughly against Cooper's sensitive cheeks. His cock burrowed deeper just as Abdullah's body tensed and his cock head expanded and a stream of spoog filled Cooper's convulsing chute.
"Ughhhhhhhh," Abdullah threw his head back and pumped his heavy load all the while his muscles tensed and his balls tightened.
Cooper felt the cum pump in his hole and shivered over the warmth that flowed through his body. He hummed around al-Assad's cock and wrapped his tongue around the veiny shaft. He moved the tip of his tongue against the cock head hungrily slurping the heavy leak of pre-cum.
Al-Assad knew the pussy journalist wanted his seed and wasn't about to give him any satisfaction. His balls were churning and he allowed the journalist to feel his cock spasm against his tongue. However he quickly jerked his cock from Cooper's mouth.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhh," al-Assad's body tensed and he aimed his cock at Cooper's face and sprayed ropes of spoog across the journalists face. Cooper squinted his eyes as ropes of cum splattered across his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. Al-Assad continued to spray his cum across Cooper's face, pumping it hard until it spurted the last drop. Breathing in calmly he looked at Cooper's face and sneered in pleasure as strings of cum rolled down the American's handsome face.
Brian Williams order another drink and continued to watch for Cooper impatiently. The bastard was bound to leave his room eventually. The more drinks he consumed the more he stewed over losing the exclusive to pretty boy Cooper. The damn rich boi Cooper had breaks all his life, while he had to struggle to get to the top. Well, he was going to put the bastard in his place.
While Williams downed his drink, he didn't notice King Abdullah or his guard leave the hotel. After bolstering a bit more courage from the alcohol, he retrieved his cell from his pocket and jabbed in Cooper's cell number.
The phone rang once. "Hello," Cooper greeted rather curtly.
"Cooper," Williams ranted, "you bastard. Who the hell do you think you are to steal my story?"
"Who is this?" Cooper demanded.
"Brian Williams you jerk," Williams spat.
"Brian Williams?" Cooper echoed. "Listen man, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"Right," Williams sneered. "You knew al-Assad promised me an exclusive and you swept right in and stole my thunder."
"Wait a minute," Cooper clarified. "Al-Assad promised you an exclusive?"
Williams snorted, "as if you didn't know."
"Listen dude," Cooper offer evenly. "I had no idea."
Williams snorted in disbelief.
"I'm serious dude," Cooper affirmed. "He's up here right now," he revealed.
What the fuck was the rich boi rubbing it in for? Williams didn't trust him.
"Listen," Cooper began, "I want you to come up to my room and we'll settle this mess."
Yeah! Williams would go up to his room and settle the score, by kicking Cooper's pretty ass. "What room number?"
Cooper supplied the number and switched off his phone.
Cooper placed his cell on the bed night stand and looked at the closed bathroom door. He could hear the spray of the shower. Good, if the president for showering that would give him enough time to work out a pay back.
Williams settled his bar tab and marched to the elevator and jabbed the button for the appropriate floor number. He grinned smugly. Maybe after kicking Cooper's ass he could rape the journalist's humpy ass as well.
Al-Assad stepped out of the shower feeling victorious for humiliating the American journalist. Anderson Cooper was nothing but a self righteous American pig. He underestimated the Muslim power as did his pussy president George W. Bush. Smugly he swiped up a towel, wrapped it around his waist and opened the bathroom door. He had barely taken one foot out of the bathroom when he was toppled by two men and held forcibly down on the rug.
Anderson Cooper straddled al-Assad's waist while Brian Williams took the leather belt and secured it around the President's neck like a tight noose. He pulled it tight so the buckle pressed into al-Assad's throat. Cooper worked quickly with a similar belt at al-Assad's wrists.
Al-Assad fought the assault, flailing his body trying to force Cooper from his waist. As Williams tugged at the belt around his neck he choked but managed to spit at the American journalist. "American bastards," he hissed.
"Shut him up," Cooper hissed.
Williams sneered, "he'll be shut up soon enough." He nodded to the bed.
"help me get the bastard up on the bed."
Cooper grabbed al-Assad's legs while Williams gripped his shoulders and the two American journalists hoisted him up on the bed on his back. Al-Assad tried to kick at Cooper, so the journalist punched him in the nuts.
"Aghhhhhhhh," al-Assad howled in pain.
"Secure his ankles to the bed posts." Williams tossed Cooper two more leather belts.
As Cooper forcefully pulled apart the President's legs, he found humor in the fact that his belts were being put to such an interesting use. Cooper roughly secured one ankle to the head board and the other to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. Al-Assad squirmed and bucked pulling at his confines, but Williams tugged the belt around his neck to settle him down. Al-Assad gasped for breath.
"Settle down!" Williams ordered.
Al-Assad settled a bit running ways of escape through his mind. "You Americans are the workers of Satin!" He spat again at Williams. In retaliation Cooper roughly smacked at the President's exposed cock. Al-Assad winced in pain.
"Its time to shut this terrorist pig up," Williams jeered as he quickly shucked his pants.
"Do what you will bro'," Cooper dictated as he moved to a dresser drawer and retrieved a large tube of lube.
Williams turned and backed up, abruptly pushing his bare ass over al-Assad's face.
"Mnmph," al-Assad gave a muffled cry as Williams twisted and ground his butt in al-Assad's face.
Williams sniggered as he released a heavy fart and his ass lips vibrated while the excrement human gas filled al-Assad's nostrils. He struggled hard and nearly choked.
"Nice one bro'," Cooper complimented as he opened the lube and smeared a great glob along the President's butt crack and then worked some deeply with rough probing fingers up his chute.
Al-Assad squirmed against Cooper's fingers and tried to shake Williams butt from his face. Williams but lipped vibrated again as he let a second fart rip. Al-Assad winced.
"Must have ate something earlier that didn't agree with me," Williams sniggered.
Cooper chuckled and began to lube up his hand. His balled his fist and lubed it even more. Once he felt the fist was lubed adequately he cast Williams a conspiratorial look before pressing his fist against al-Assad's hole. Williams nodded and Cooper forced his fist between the President's ass lips.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the President wailed in pain as the American journalist's clenched hand nearly ripped him open.
Cooper stopped when half his hand was surrounded by the walls of al-Assad's hot wet walls. Williams stepped closer. Al-Assad opened his mouth in a silent cry and Williams spit inside the man's mouth. The President choked. Williams pulled at the noosed belt. He bent over closer so that his face was inches above al-Assad's.
"I'm going to stuff your mouth with some dick," he warned. "If you even think of biting me, I swear to hell that I'll choke the life out of you!"
He tugged at the belt further for emphasis. Al-Assad's eyes watered. "Understand terrorist scum?" Williams sneered and spit all over the President's face.
At that moment Cooper twisted his fist deeper and al-Assad winced in pain. Cooper roughly pushed deeper. Cooper grinned up at Williams. "This is fun as shit, bro'."
Williams nodded. "Time to eat my cock bastard!" Williams tugged the noosed belt and al-Assad gasped for breath. The minute the President opened his mouth, Williams plugged it up with his hard cock and loosened a bit on the belt. "Be hospitable Jew hater!" Williams withdrew his shaft a bit and thrust forward roughly. His large cock choked the president and he coughed and gagged. "To much for you bitch," Williams chided in humor. He pulled and thrust again. Al-Assad gurgled and spittle ran from the corners of his mouth, despite the shock, he actually tried to suck on the cock. Williams continued to face fuck the president, roughly. He enjoyed seeing the smug terrorist president choke and gag.
Cooper pulled his fist from al-Assad's stretched butt ring and then roughly shoved it back. Tears rolled from the corner of al-Assad's eyes.
Cooper dug deeper until his fist was swallowed all the way up to his wrist. He roughly began fist fucking the Islamic president. Al-Assad rolled his eyes back as the pain increased and the cock shoved down his throat made oxygen intake difficult. He felt as if he was going to faint. As if sensing this Cooper used his free hand and viciously slapped at one of the man's butt cheeks. Al-Assad's eyes opened wide at the pain.
Williams pounded the President's mouth and throat with his hard cock and heavy thrusts. He saw the tears in the man's eyes and sneered in laughter. He thrust faster. The man's throat convulsed to keep up and accommodate the big shaft. He snorted for breath and prayed for relief. He also prayed that Williams would shoot his load down his hungry throat.
Pleasure was mingled with pain but was loathe to admit as much, especially to these hated Americans.
Cooper turned his fist uncomfortably up the President's stretched chute.
The man whimpered at the discomfort and pain. Cooper laughed and twisted his fist again. He slapped the confined man's ass cheek over and over again.
Williams was really getting off on the hot situation. His cock was leaking like a faucet. His balls were churning. He was really close.
Cooper dug his fist deeper, fucking the hole ruthlessly. He reached up with his free hand and roughly slapped at al-Assad's cock, which to his amusement, was rock hard, and then squeezed his balls. The tears were now running rapidly down the confined man's cheeks. He felt humiliated. Yet he couldn't deny that he was turned on by the domination. But no one else could know.
Williams felt his balls tighten and his legs tensed. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk," he pulled his pulsing cock from al-Assad's mouth just as his cock head expanded and ropes of jizz volleyed from his piss slit. He sprayed al-Assad's face with the spoog. The man pretended to turn away in disgust but Williams tugged at the belt around the man's neck while he pumped his cock empty with the other. What Al-Assad really wanted was to swallow and taste the American's seed.
Cooper reached down between his waist and rapidly jerked and pumped his own hard cock with his free hand while he continued to thrust his fist up al-Assad's ravaged hole.
Williams pumped the last drops from his cock and breathed in deeply. He examined al-Assad's cum splattered face and shook his head. "You need to clean up."
Cooper's cock pulsed and expanded in his grip and he sprayed the side of the mattress with his heavy load. "Ughhhhhhhh," he pumped his cock roughly as the enflamed shaft spewed like a volcano. He panted and fucked al-Assad's butt harder as his cock emptied of spew.
Williams rubbed his cock and then aimed it at al-Assad's cum streaked face. A hot stream of piss hit the president square in the face and he opened his mouth in disgust and protest. Williams aimed the hot stream at the man's open mouth and filled his mouth. Al-Assad tried to turn away but Williams tugged at the belt within his grip. Al-Assad choked on the piss but couldn't help but swallow some of it. He tried to spit it up but Williams stream continued until a trickled. He laughed and shook the last drops in al-Assad's eyes.
Cooper felt a piss coming on himself so he withdrew his fist from the President's stretched hole and quickly re-plugged it with his semi-hard cock. He immediately let loose and his piss flooded the sore stretched chute. It burned and al-Assad winced uncomfortably. When Cooper's piss stream trickled off, he pulled his cock from the enflamed butt ring and rivulets of piss seeped from the stretched ring and rolled out over his butt down upon the mattress.
"Well?" Cooper looked across the bed to his buddy.
Williams broadly grinned, "I think that he got the message."
"Good," Cooper nodded moving from the bed and grasping his discarded slacks. "Time to go."
Williams looked at his wrist watch and nodded. He looked at Cooper as he moved to his own slacks thrown over a chair. "The Jordanian press corps will be here shortly."
Cooper nodded, pulling on his pants. "When I called, I told them to be hear in an hour. They should get here within the next ten minutes."
Williams moved to the suite door. "Nice front page picture they'll find waiting for them," he glanced at the bound, naked and violated al-Assad.
"Serves the bastard right," Cooper smugly retorted.
"Come on dude," Williams offered. "You can share my room for the next night."
"Thanks," Cooper snatched up his travel bag and followed Williams to the door. "First thing I'll need is a hot shower."
"Yeah," Williams chuckled and playfully rubbed Cooper's crotch, "maybe we can shower together."
Cooper swatted at Williams tight butt, "cool, dude."
And the two journalists left the room and the struggling al-Assad. Deliberately, they closed the door only partially. Al-Assad heard the two men laughing as they walked away from the room down the hall and lamented that he hadn't been able to shoot his own load.
to be continued.......