THE AWAKENING FINAL That night a massive orgy took place i..

THE AWAKENING FINAL That night a massive orgy took place in J’ong-Ra’s altar room. The moans, grunts, and groans of men fucking each other filled the air. The hard body marines and the captured ISIS fighters were each getting fucked by the archeologists and site workers in various positions. Some were fucked from both sides, in their mouths and up their asses, as they were forming a massive mass on the stone floor while they braced and grinder against each other. In the middle of the mass of fresh and muscles were Privates Smith and Cooper, on their hands and knees facing each other. The former rivals were kissing while each got fucked from behind. Behind Smith was an overweight archeologist slamming in and out of his smooth flawless ass. Meanwhile, behind Cooper was Corporal Mendez. The Corporal was pressed against private Cooper’s hard, smooth back ramming in and out of the marines' hungry hole. The two privates were moaning into each other mouths as they both got fucked. Professor Hussein Sadik came up behind Mendez and spread the Corporal’s tight, firm ass cheeks. Mendez looked over his broad shoulders as the older man pushed his cock into his marine ass. As he felt his tight hole being penetrated, Mendez threw his head back against the Professor. The older man placed his hands on Mendez’s lean waist and began to control the marine’s thrusts in and out of Cooper’s well used ass. It was like Sadik was fucking them both. When he pulled out of Mendez the Corporal pulled out of Cooper. When the Professor thrusted into the Corporal, Mendez slammed into the redhead private. Elsewhere, Omar was on his knees in the middle of a circle of older American men, greedily taking each cock between beard lined lips. The former jhadist was in pure heaven as the men fucked his pouty lips. Blonde, muscular Westbrook was impaling himself on a man’s cock, bouncing up and down the thick shaft while sucking on another man’s cock that stood over him. While O’brian was on his back laying a spread eagle on the floor, with his powerful legs in the air while a man was fucking him. Another man pulled the Boston born marine’s head back and was fucking his mouth, while three other men were each enjoying his pert nipples and throbbing cock. On his throne sat Jong-Ra in his regal attire, watching the orgy before him. At his feet was sergeant Jackson in only a gold loincloth. J’ong-Ra showed no emotions at the scene before him as he lazily stroked his bare foot over the half naked sergeant. His foot lifted the marine’s loincloth and pressed and rubbed Jackson’s still hard cock. The beautiful black marine reminded J’ong-Ra so much of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh that he had once fucked in this very room. The god’s mind drifted back to that ancient time, to a time when gods were real. His city was great with towering moments to the vastness of the Gomorrahian Empire. While most civilizations at the time were living in mud brick structures or huts, this city was made of marble and granite. Beautiful, lavish gardens decorated the palaces’ courts, roofs and even descended from its walls. The entire city was a living monument to their god’s glory. His worship was wide and far. He was known for taking Aries the god of war as a love, for making Bael prostitute himself before him. Great kings from many lands came from great distances to bow before him. They knew him by many names, Mithras in Persia, Ra in Egypt, Konsos in Greece. Among the kings that dropped to their knees were the great Pharaohs of Egypt. Each new pharaoh was required to travel out of his lands to bow before him in the hope of taking the god’s cock and seed into him. It was believed in Egypt at the time that the pharaoh had the blessing to rule by the god if he carried the seed of Ra in him. The new pharaoh therefore came from the west with great tributes for J’ong-Ra. J’ong-Ra was impressed as the dark skin pharaoh walked into his altar chamber, strong and proud. His large powerful torso was bare except for a wide collar of rare gems. His pecs were huge slabs of meat, as if carved from black stone. The pure whiteness of his kilt was a beautiful contrast to his dark skin. The pharaoh’s legs were thick and strong. He was a warrior king, with a body that even the gods are envious of. This warrior had fought many battles for his predecessor and had an air of arrogance to him. He distaste the decadence around him. Even as the mighty Pharaoh kneeled there was a defiance about him. He dared to look up at J’ong-Ra and then at his harem of boys that stood near the living god. J’ong-Ra could sense the Pharaoh’s contempt toward him and his court. He should have dismissed the upstart as unworthy to run, however, J’ong-Ra lusted to possess him and make the Pharaoh an example to the other kings. With a wave of J’ong-Ra’s hand the Pharaoh’s kilt, despite its heavy gold belts, fell to the floor, leaving the warrior king naked. The pharaoh was helpless as his body slid by his feet across the gold floor toward the throne. His guards tried to come to their king's defense but they were outnumbered and outmatched by the Gomorrahian soldiers. The pharaoh found himself landing face down on the cold stone steps before the throne, his large, magnificent ass in the air, exposed. He then heard J’ong-Ra’s voice telling him to feel only pleasure. Unable to stop the powerful god-king, the pharaoh closed his eyes as the huge cock slid into his tight hole. The pharaoh moaned loud as the cock pushed deep into him and slowly began to thrust in and out of him. All the stately, arrogant dignity that the pharaoh once had was gone as he groaned and grunted, even crying out, as his entire body felt alive. The Pharaoh’s cock was throbbing as J’ong-Ra thrust in and out of him. J’ong-Ra moan echoed through the chamber as he came deep inside the Pharaoh’s guts. The pharaoh’s anal muscles gripped and flexed in an attempt to get more of the god’s precious cum. J’ong-Ra felt drained as he pulled back out of the Egyptian’s ass, however, the pharaoh tried desperately to keep him inside his ass. It took all of J'ong-Ra's strength to send the pharaoh flying across the room. The pharaoh landed with great force against a gold and painted column. However, instead of being injured, the Egyptian ruler smiled at J’ong-Ra as the god straggled back on to his throne. The look of shock and horror filled J’ong-Ra’s face. Then his limbs started to grow heavy and he found that he was unable to move them. His olive skin slowly turned white as marble as he started to turn to stone. The new pharaoh had no intentions to keep Egypt subrogated to J’ong-Ra and Gomorrah. To accomplish his goal and coup, he had recruited the most powerful sorcerer-priests in Egypt to develop a curse to drain J’ong-Ra’s godly power. The god was turned into a statue to wait out the centuries for the seed of warriors to awaken him and a descent of the pharaoh to restore his power. Sergeant Jackson had no idea that he was a descendant of that very pharaoh that had stolen J’ong-Ra power. With their powerful god gone, the great Gomorrahian empire quickly disintegrated and his great city fell into ruins. J’ong-Ra senses brought him back to the present. He reached out his mind and saw the black military helicopters coming from the south. Their engines were silent and they were heavily armed. The three helicopters landed near the destroyed remains of the marine copter, and one by one soldiers in black, tight uniforms jumped from the copters. They were armed with AK assault weapons as they quickly secured the area. Each soldier’s arms were bare revealing their thick smooth muscles, while their pants were tight, showing off their well developed quads and muscular asses. Lastly off the helicopters were a group of older men. They walked briskly toward the temple pyramid with their soldiers flanking them. The men knew exactly where they were headed, as they made their way through the ruins. The group of men stepped into the gold lined altar chamber and witnessed the debauchery that was taking place. Only J’ong-Ra noticed their presence at first and he rose from his throne to greet them. Slowly the men on the floor, fucking each other, noticed and stopped. They looked from their god to the new arrivals. Lord Giles and his companions then knelt before J’ong-Ra. “I represent the board of the Cartel, your loyal followers. We had waited for your return for many millennia, my master,” Lord Giles pressed his forehead to the floor. “We are here to bring you back to the civilized world, and usher in a new world order.” A light smile crept across J’ong-Ra’s face, “you serve me well. It is time for a new golden age to wash away this modern corrupt, hate filled world.” The End