The Dictator, the Artist, the Model, and the Nursery Rhyme

Foreplay: All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

As I am not of English mother tongue A-of-Oz had volunteered to proofread and edit the fable. I am very grateful.

The copyright remains with me, except for the permit to GayDemon to publish it on their internet site.

Hope you enjoy the tale!

Andrin

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Now let the actors enter the stage:

To call the dictator’s explosion a hissy fit would have been a gross understatement. He screamed at the artist in a volume that his own guards got goose bumps. The self-declared greatest dictator of all the great dictators let him know that the small size clay samples he had made are not at all what he had had in mind, that he demands sculptures that demonstrate the superiority of our nation, power, strength, determination combined with manliness, muscles and invincibility

It was a mere wonder that the artist could keep his head on his shoulders when impertinently suggesting that it would be much easier to fulfil the greatest dictator’s requirements when he would provide a living specimen of our nation’s second to none warriors to pose for him

But the cruel dictator swallowed the bait and let his favourite artist get away with it, called in his top lickspittles, instructed them about the man hunt, ordered to multiply the search teams and gave them ten days to present their findings

After one month about 500 prime specimen of the dictator’s superior nation paraded naked in front of him in the grand assembly hall of the former parliament
Most of them he quickly sent back to the barracks, mines or quarries degrading the unfortunate  who had selected them with severe punishments

In about a dozen he was interested, all of them tall and heavily muscled, each of them the dream of any rugby or football coach, not to mention the fantasies of ignored wives

He had them pose in different heroic positions staring at their muscles and definitions and slowly finding minor flaws justifying their elimination

But in one of them the only flaw he could find, was that he was densely covered by hair back and front, wore a big beard that covered half his chest and his hair was curling down to his shoulders

The greatest dictator of the past and the future called his barber to give him a crew cut and shave his rich fur off

And when the greatest dictator of millenniums to come saw him after the barber had finished his duty the gavel fell and the rest of the hunks was discarded

He stood way over 6.6 feet tall, his muscles bulging like those of a prized Belgian Blue, and where there had been dark hair covering his chest and shoulders, arms and legs, back and arse, now a perfect white skin enclosed his complex muscles. All the barber had left was half a pubic bush housing a fat and long prick resting on two goose egg sized balls: every inch of his body proved the superiority of our excelling nation, made any other man shiver with envy and any woman moist with desires

There was one flaw only, but the confident dictator was so fascinated by his finding that he couldn’t imagine anything else than perfect perfection

He called for the greatest artist of all, the one that made Phidias and Praxiteles, Michelangelo and Bernini, Rodin and Moore look like beginners, and handed over his trophy

Six weeks later the most fascinating artist dead and alive sent his sketches to the most brilliant dictator dead and alive and received the answer „go for it“

Another six weeks later the artist had just finished one clay model and went to the naked live model to arrange him into a different pose. In order to set his feet and bend his legs into the desired position he knelt down in front of him. Unfortunately exactly that moment the door to the artist’s workshop opened right behind his back and the mightiest of all mighty dictators stepped in

When he saw this most revolting scene he quickly pulled a pistol and shot this depraved sod of a wannabe artist in the head

Only when the formally most important artist of our superior nation collapsed in a pool of blood the almighty dictator realised in view of the flaccid penis of the beast how he had misjudged the scene

But again he was struck by the model’s perfect appearance, took him by the hand and lead him out of the former workshop of the formerly most important artist who, as the world had been informed immediately, unfortunately had fallen asleep in his studio when smoking a Romeo Y Julieta, had set his workroom ablaze, and had been instantly cremated

But the most superior dictator didn’t want to give up on this project and while his huntsmen were on the trails to find another great artist second to none, he housed the beast in his modest mansion, formally a royal residence

But whenever the most virile dictator screwed another virgin bloody thoughts crept into his head wanting to know how such a prime model of manhood fucks a young woman

He longed to observe it and on nightfall he took him to his bed chamber and offered the waiting blond to him

Surprisingly the manly beast didn’t know what to do with her

There was no arousal

The most masculine of all dictators had to screw her into oblivion to show the beast how it’s done#

It all left the model cold

That drove the meanest of all dictators mad, he had his guards bind the presumably manly model spread eagled to the posts of his bed, backside up, a cushion stuffed under his belly

He handed over the blond to his guards for their entertainment

The most sex driven of all dictators poked the beautiful beast in the arse yelling at him „This is how it’s done“

The beast took it without noticeable reaction

After the most potent dictator of all had emptied his virility into the giant he was certain he had given a successful lecture and untied him

The titan got up, turned to the dictator, put on a smile, and spread his arms inviting him for an embrace

The most stupid of all dictators perceived his tutoring success and hugged the giant.

But that clenched the dictator’s head in his powerful hands, twisted it until the neck bones cracked and the fool slid dead to the floor

The guards froze and called the first line of lickspittles

They didn’t need long to grab the opportunity, ushered all the witnesses into one room and had them executed before they had a change to multiply the information

As a first reaction it was published that the hardest working of all hard working dictators had a breakdown from exhaustion, while the ten lickspittles met in conclave to decide on a plan of action

They knew that for a couple of weeks only they could play the game of having an ill leader, but that period should be enough for dividing the riches and power amongst The Ten

But what to do with the beast that was locked in the former dictator’s bedroom?

He knew what he had done, he couldn’t be allowed to return into the public

There was a deadlock amongst The Ten formerly known as the lickspittles, as the ambition of none of them has gone beyond hiding behind the strong one, kiss his boots and bravo each of his farts, and approvingly be pampered by him

Finally the idea was born that the qualified leader that the most blessed nation of all needs now is right in their hands. They could present the beast to the public as the natural successor of the unfortunately deceased dictator and The Ten would conduct the politics of their interest from behind the scene

In the course of the next weeks officially the glorified dictator got weaker and weaker, drab music was broadcasted on all official channels and rumours were spread of the heroic fight he is giving his sickness to manage his nation’s fate from bedside

All the while The Ten were busy creating footage of their glorious future frontman in spectacular outfits like bare chested on a horse, swimming naked in winter in a lake full of floating sheets of ice, listening with smiling devotion to a children’s choir, directing army men how to combat…..

One of The Ten was curious though, he wanted to know what had happened in that bedroom to give the privileged giant reason to kill his benefactor and one late evening he sneaked in to talk to him

While he started to interrogate him with tricky catch-22 questions, he began to see the beauty of his masculinity, his innocence, his nature, his instinctiveness, his gentleness, and his long and fat prick that drew more and more of his attention

He started fooling around with the beauty, taped his shoulders, fondled the grown back hair, poked his ribs - or more precise the muscles on top of them, a finger stroked from the knee up the thigh

Finally he burst out „You have a beautiful dick! Can I touch it?“. The giant smiled at him, didn’t reply, but made a gesture that was taken as an invitation

The man in grey gently took the penis in his hand and slowly started moving his fingers up and down along the shaft. It began to fill with blood and get harder and harder and the enticer let out a sigh of astonishment mixed with admiration

As his hands worked gently on penis and scrotum the titan got fascinated by the man’s doing and willingly let him finger play

Soon the man in grey was kneeling in front of the titan, his head moving closer and closer to the giant’s crotch, and the testosterone laden aroma eclipsed the remaining of his functioning brain cells

He started to murmur „Can I ki…..“, but he neither finished the question nor did he wait for a reply. His tongue evaded his lips, darted on the swollen glans, slowly circling in a spiral to the centre like a shark on its prey

Bewildered the giant watched from above

However, a whiff of lust had conquered him too and he more and more enjoyed his admirer’s action

Encouraged the guide took the head in his mouth, his lips barely able to take in all of it

He was so blown away that he neither noticed the slight shiver in the beasts legs nor that the shrivelling scrotum pulled up the testicles

He neither noticed the giant’s head bending backwards, nor his eyes rolling in their sockets

When the beast started to shake uncontrollably it was too late to withdraw, too late to fight the hands that vice-like gripped his head and forced the gullet on the beast’s man pole to choke on a volcanic eruption

The grip on the head stayed steady like a massive iron vice while the eruption was followed by several encores

The admirer twitched and twisted uncontrollably like from too much wine

He tumbled down and then there were nine

The coroner’s report shocked The Nine
Not being at the centre of attention a minor note was published to our great nation that the excelling advisor of the new leader had suffered a chocking fit, and a major note was handed to his widow that she has two weeks to move out of the estate

The Nine agreed that it was not safe to see the reckless beast alone and that always at least two would have to meet him

Soon it was time for the next filming, a scene were the giant was supposed to come across a bear on a meadow in the middle of a wild forest of our nation’s fantabulous wilderness and wrestle it down - the bear, not the fantabulous wilderness

Unfortunately the bear was in a lousy mood and made everybody run, except the beast who was unimpressed and one of The Nine who was too fat to run

They sat on a tree trunk in the meadow and waited for the crew to return

All was quiet, no car to be heard

The fat guy started to get fretful. He told the beast to go and find water and something to eat

On his return the very grumpy fat man yelled at him what had taken him so long. The big man frowned, said „no water“ and held out his hand with some juicy red berries

This offer was too tempting, the fat man gulped them down in a few seconds

Twenty minutes later he writhed on the ground in agony, foam frothing from his mouth

Fifteen more minutes later the film crew returned to the scene. However, too late

Then there were eight

The Eight praised the giant for his wisdom not to eat the berries and showed little compassion for the deceased

A statement was given to the public about the heroic life and death of the leader’s frontman

His trophy wife was relieved and became the mistress of another loaded corrupt pig

A short while later two of The Eight had the task to rehearse a little speech that the beast should give on the next footage

That took its time. When nature called one of them to the loo the other asked the beast to repeat the speech. The giant lost the thread in the second phrase and the tutor lost his nerves and screamed in a volume competitive to that in the tale’s second sentence that any nincompoop would learn these few phrases within minutes
The beast’s answer smashed a window on floor eleven

Another scream and then there were seven

The Seven understood that the giant should not be exposed to noise or aggression
However, their presentation of the titan as new leader has gone so well that they wanted to stick with it

Not to harm the titan no firearms were allowed in his environment

For their own security they began to carry switches from a willow

One of The Seven had a masochistic streak and always fantasised about being flogged by a muscled hunk

He gathered three of the switches in a solid bundle, successfully testing it on his son Isnoguhd

On the first occasion he sneaked into the beast’s room asking him to be flogged

The giant did not comprehend

The advisor said that he will show him, told him to lay on his belly on his bed

He gave the titan a lash with the sticks

Then there were six

The family and the people of our great nation were informed by The Six that a tragic accident had happened when the leader’s close advisor had visited a wood processing plant

The Six decided that an excellent leader like the titan cannot exist without a spouse
Each of the six proposed a most beautiful family member which to his surprise the others rejected

A survey ended in a small selection of the finest young women of our great nation of beautiful people

The giant wasn’t interested. The Six made the final pick

Footage of a wedding second to none was going to be filmed

An ambitious blond that had not been chosen had mixed into the crew

From jealousy and hate she attacked the future wife

The giant pushed an advisor when he saw the knife

Then there were five

The Five praised the beast for its speedy and brave reaction

The footage was virtually amended - the push was cut out and only the bravest of all advisors throwing himself between the women remained to be seen

It gave him the heroic and glorifying end he deserved in our most heroic nation

The film crew and the extra were executed

The Five thought by feeding the beast with lots of porn he finally must be getting interested in sexual activities with females

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday evening they met in the beasts bedroom to watch the latest twisted imported porn, as a decent and clean nation as ours would not produce such smut

It never took long and one by one of the Five got horny, took out his penis and started masturbating

They teased the giant and invited him to do so too

So he did, The Five were shocked and amazed by his equipment

They encouraged him for more

Seeing on TV how a slut gave a well equipped man a blowjob the beast remembered how he had enjoyed that a few weeks ago

He got up and offered his swollen penis to their mouths

None of them wanted to give him head

So he just grabbed one, forced him on his knees and closed a fist on his throat

When he opened his mouth to scream the penis went into the gullet quickly

The other four jumped up to help their colleague

It went into a frenzy turmoil

One of them vaulted on the giants back and tried to power lock his arm around his throat

The giant pulled him over and above his head

And smashed him to the floor

Then there were four

A statement was published that the unfortunate advisor to the great leader of our great nation had slipped on an icy pavement when leaving office

In mid summer

The head of the capital’s administration got sacked for negligence

The son of the advisor with the stretched gullet got his position, his salary doubled

The Four saw the risks and dangers they had put themselves in

They also saw the riches they had accumulated in no time

They calculated that divided by four gives more to each than divided by ten

And left it by that

The Four also recognised and acknowledged the beast’s sexual potential and power

They just needed to find a way to channel it

Watching porn was not enough, they decided. It was time for some live action

Five attractive and experienced whores were hired. Certainly women from abroad as no decent female of our clean nation would work as a whore

The Four, the beast and the whores all met at the water basin in the most inner court of the former royal palace

The Four explained that their leader needed sexual healing

Admiring his physique all whores volunteered to take his virginity

All of them started caressing the beast, grabbed for his nipples, his balls, his penis

One of The Four felt neglected and out of frustration he pulled a whore over and hit her so she would service him

The beast didn’t like that and pulled that man over

And started to hit him in return

This resulted in screams and wrestling, pulling, pushing, boxing, fighting, heel over head under elbow over knee

Then there were three

Our mostly uninterested nation was informed that the hard working advisor to our beloved leader had to have an operation that atypically led to a bad infection that caused his demise

The whores were executed

The Three let the waters calm, decided on the politics, let the beast be driven through the crowds waving from a closed limousine, let the titan be seen on footage taken at steel plants, tank production sites, embracing war planes or cuddling little babies

But The Three insisted on the need of sexual satisfaction of the titan

Very unwillingly they came to the conclusion that the beast might like boys. Something that is completely unknown in our perfect nation. Only about the degenerated people elsewhere such monstrosities are heard of

A handsome teenager was kidnapped when walking home from school

One of The Three brought the boy to the hairdresser, the masseur, the proctologist

He did not consider this sufficient preparation, so he thoroughly fucked him

Then he brought him to the beast’s chambers

To get things started the advisor played with the boy

Fairly much to the irreverence of the beast

After a while the advisor told the boy to sit on his face

That caught the beast’s attention

He pulled the boy away and placed himself on the man’s face

And gave him a taste of his poo

Then there were two

First The Two wanted to sell the handsome blond teenager to a sheik. But then they realised that that is to risky. The boy got executed.

His family is still searching for him.

The indifferent public was informed that the hard working advisor of the leader had slipped and drowned when visiting a sewage treatment plant

There was more and more disagreement between The Two how to lead the nation, i.e. how to fill their own pockets
Greed led to mammonism, mammonism to avarice, avarice to rapaciousness, and both developed the phobia that the other might have snatched up more of the crown jewels of our plentiful nation then he himself

Their overweight spouses nourished their jealousy

Their hyper-blonded and super-size-titted mistresses poured oil in the fire

Meetings of The Two became more and more a plotting and yelling contest

One drew a gun

Then there was one

To the greatest misfortune of our great nation The One became an even greedier, more corrupt, most ambitious, vicious,  grabby, cormorant, fraudulent, deceitful, surreptitious, treacherous  usurper than any before him

But he strongly believed in being facefucked and deepthroated, screwed and fisted, having his tits chewed raw and his balls slapped blue, being flogged and whipped every night by the beast is a fair price for his atrocities

Or is it our poor nation that paid an unfair price for his sweetest pains?

Doesn’t matter:

They lived happily ever after

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Until an even greedier and meaner usurper entered the stage