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About a year ago, I was investigating prison conditions in middle eastern Arabian countries as part of my work as a sociologist interested in systems of punishment around the world. One morning, I visited a modern prison facility in a small sultancy. I was told I was "in luck", there would be an execution today that I could observe. I was asked if I would like to talk to the condemned man. I was told I should talk in generalities, since he didn't know yet that this was his last day. The young man named Achmed, only 20 years old, was the son of a prince. While a member of the royal family, he was only a very distant cousin to the throne. The royal family was very large, and it was customary that they have many children. The prisoner was convicted several weeks earlier of killing his 19 year old cousin in an argument over the ownership of a Rolls. Achmed's cousin was drunk, but Achmed wasn't. Convicted of first degree murder, Achmed would have been put to death immediately. However, because he was a member of the royal family, he was given a chance to father a child. Each day for a week a virgin was brought to his cell. A quick marriage ceremony was held, and Achmed was given time to inseminate his new wife under the watchful eye of two guards. Three weeks had gone by and the women were tested. Three were pregnant, and Achmed would be given the news this morning. I was brought to Achmed's cell, which was more like a luxury hotel room. He was in Western dress wearing a light blue shirt open at the collar and genes. He had sandals on his bare feet. His jet black hair came down over his forehead. He had the traditional mustache showing his manhood. He had about a day's growth of beard which made him appear even more swarthy. He greeted me enthusiastically. He had been told of my arrival, and he was looking forward hearing about the U.K. He had studied there a few years ago. We talked for awhile about happenings in the Western world, and he said how much he missed England. Then he told me how proud he was that he was allowed to continue his father's line. He didn't fear death because he knew his lineage would live on. Soon, he said, he would have news of his virility. Shortly we heard a door open. I knew this would be the warden to give Achmed the sad news. Achmed tensed up a bit when he heard the door slam, but when he heard the news he smiled broadly and hugged the warden. He said that now he had proven his manhood. His father would be proud of him and would have his children to delight him. His seven older brothers already had numerous children. This meant he could take his place along his brothers as contributing to assuring the family's future. Then the warden told him he must get ready now. This caught Achmed by surprise. He backed off and asked, now? Why now? The warden explained that his father and brothers had been notified and would soon be at the prison to pay their last respects. Achmed would be executed within the hour. He listened solemnly and then said, "I am ready for what must be." The warden left and two guards, both huge men, entered the room. One carried what I guessed correctly was a white garment for Achmed to put on. The other guard carried some shaving equipment. The guard with the clothing told him he must prepare his final ablutions. I looked at Achmed and told him I would leave, but he said he would be honored if I would stay. Achmed removed his shirt, revealing a very broad and hairy chest. He then removed his pants. He was not wearing shorts, and he stood nude. I had never seen a man with as large a cock as Achmed's, even in its limp state. He seemed to display his manhood proudly. His cock hung down almost to mid thigh. It was surrounded by a mass of black pubic hair. His legs were thick and hairy. The guard gave Achmed the white garment, which was more like a heavy sheet that he wrapped around his waist. He tied it on with a black sash. Achmed stood bare chested, admiring himself in the mirror. At this point, the door opened again, and several men entered. Achmed introduced me to his father and three of his brothers who were able to come. They all embraced Achmed. His father was crying, and Achmed told him that he would be brave and represent the family well. He said, now I am a patriarch too. His father brightened up at this. Then his brothers lined up behind Achmed's father for a final greeting. Achmed removed the black sash and let the sheet he had just put on fall to the ground. Achmed's father fell to his knees in front of his son. He folded his arms around Achmed's thighs and fervently kissed Achmed's cock and balls. The warden whispered to me that the father was saying good by to his lost generations. Then each brother did the same. Next another man entered the room. Achmed looked up with delight, and I noticed his cock begin to stiffen. The warden whispered that this was Joachim, Achmed's best friend. Joachim kneeled in front of Achmed, just as the other men had and began kissing Achmed's now massive cock. The father and brothers looked on in appreciation and pride. Joachim took Achmed's dark, ridged tool in his mouth and began sucking. Achmed caressed Joachim's head and began groaning as he fucked Joachim's anxious mouth. Joachim's hands massaged Achmed's muscled legs. Suddenly Achmed threw back his head and tightened his legs. He stood rigid for a moment and then let out a big sigh. Joachim swallowed the cum and then got up and gave Achmed a deep kiss on the lips. All the visitors then backed out of the room reverently, leaving the still nude Achmed with me and the guards. The guard asked Achmed to turn around, and he spread shaving cream on the back of Achmed's head, neck, and hairy back. The guard then shaved the area clean. He then told Achmed to lie on the bed on his back and to spread his legs. Achmed could see that I looked surprised. He explained that after his execution, a doctor would take the life remaining inside him and try to inseminate more women. They had done this with his cousin's body. This had been common practice, he explained, and it showed how progressive his country was with new medical technology. The guard lathered Achmed's already wet balls and shaved the area carefully. He then lathered and shaved the top of Achmed's legs. He left the pubic hair over Achmed's cock. When the shaving was complete, Achmed arose and donned the white skirt and black sash with the help of the other guard. Achmed's hands were then handcuffed behind his back. Achmed resisted this a bit. He shook off the guards as if taking pride that he was ready for his punishment and didn't need to be coerced. Next each guard, without saying a word, took hold of Achmed's arms and guided him out of the room. I followed. We went down the corridor and entered a large room. Achmed's male relatives were lined up against one wall. Achmed was brought to the center of the room. One guard pushed Achmed down by a shoulder, forcing him to kneel. Then another huge, bare-chested guard, dressed in the same was as Achmed except with a red sash, approached Achmed from behind. I'm sure Achmed didn't see him, but he must have known what was coming. Achmed stretched his neck up as if offering himself up to the executioner. The executioner carried a heavy, curved sword. He walked up to Achmed quickly. Achmed's father gave a audible gasp. Achmed held his breath. Then in a second, it was over. Achmed's head rolled in front of him and his body collapsed. I felt faint. Before I realized what had happened, an assistant in a white coat emerged from another corner. The guards turned Achmed's body over on his back, and the assistant knelt down and cut off Achmed's testicles. These were placed in a plastic bag which was then placed in a cooler. I was then escorted from the room by the warden. I remember thinking how brave Achmed was. In a few minutes, his brothers came out and thanked me for giving their brother such an honor in his last moments. Last week I received a letter from one of the brothers with a birth announcement. Achmed now had two sons and a daughter to carry on his line.