Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2006 02:02:13 -0500
From: nickwhatever@juno.com
Subject: Presidential Privileges Part Thirteen

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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.......