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Rafael Nadal Is Rock Bottom
Part 6
Nadal opened his eyes slowly. They hurt a little, and the room he was in seemed dingy. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light, and when he could see, he took in Zac Efron's face just above his own, looking at him intently.
"Guys," Efron said, "guys, he's awake."
"Good." Gosling's voice. A smile detectable in his reply.
Nadal tried to move, but his arms and legs hurt. Then he realised where he was. The sex dungeon. He was on his back, and as he tried to move his legs, he realised that he was strapped in. No, no, this couldn't be. He was tied into one of the slings he had seen hanging from the ceiling earlier. He craned his neck a little, only to see that his legs had been spread apart and were held in place by leather straps.
"Zac, please," he whispered to Efron, trying to appeal to his better nature.
"I'm sorry," Efron whispered back, "it's Ryan's way or no way."
As Efron finished speaking, Gosling appeared in Nadal's line of vision. He was right, Gosling was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Well, well," he said, looking Nadal up and down, "the slut's awake."
"Let me out of here," Nadal said, "now."
"No, I don't think we'll be doing that," Gosling went on, "y'see, when you spoke to Pitt, you agreed to certain.... things, and we're going to make sure you honour your part of the bargain."
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll see."
Gosling disappeared again, and when Nadal turned to Efron, the younger man was gone too. Nadal lay there for what seemed an eternity, with no voices or other sounds detectable in the large room. Then he felt someone touching his ass.
"Fuck me, that ass was made to be fucked."
It was Gosling's voice again, and he was spreading lubricant all around Nadal's asshole. Nadal gulped. Then, he was ashamed to feel slightly turned on when Gosling pushed a finger into his hole. He groaned a little, involuntarily.
"Oh," Gosling goaded, "what's that? Do you like that?"
Nadal made no reply, and instead tried to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else. Gosling pushed two fingers into the tight hole this time, slowly shoving his way inside, then quickly taking them back out again. He began to pick up speed with these finger thrusts, and Nadal couldn't help but groan again.
"I think the little bitch likes it!" Gosling shouted, and Nadal could hear the other men laughing from somewhere else in the room. "Well, enough of this shit."
Nadal felt Gosling's fingers leave his hole and wondered what was next. He looked up again, and saw that Gosling was moving to one of the tables covered in sex toys. He spotted the other men just beyond the table, watching the scene before them: big assed tennis player Rafael Nadal, strapped into a sling, lubed up and ready to be fucked senseless.
Gosling returned, brandishing a huge black dildo this time. Nadal was frightened. It looked massive. He had never been fucked before, not even by his girlfriend when she had suggested using a strap on one night. She was always up for experimenting, while Nadal was not. The irony of this situation was not lost on him.
He couldn't help but cry out as Gosling sadistically pushed the dildo right up his asshole in one swift move, with no prior warning and without putting any lubricant on the fuckstick.
"Arrrghhh!"
"That's right, slut," Gosling laughed, "take it all. You might as well get used to it now, you're gonna be getting a lot of that today."
He continued to plough in and out of Nadal's formerly virgin asshole with the dildo, picking up speed as he went along. As the item began to batter Nadal's prostate, the tennis player's cries of pain slowly became cries of ecstasy. He could not believe how good it felt to have this dicktoy inside him. He groaned and moaned loudly as Gosling mercilessly pummelled his boypussy with the sex toy.
"Well I think he's ready," Gosling shouted to the others, "don't you, boys?"
Without another word, the three other men came over to the sling. They must have decided earlier which order they would fuck Nadal in, as Alexander Skarsgård took his place at Nadal's opening first. He had a large bottle of lube in his hand, and quickly smeared it all over his dick. Nadal could just make out his dick before the Swede pushed it inside. It must have been 7.5 inches.
He felt every inch as it was shoved into his fuckhole. Skarsgård, generally a bottom at Hollywood sex parties, relished the opportunity to top for the first time in a while, and started going at it like crazy. He put his hands on Nadal's widely spread legs, and held on to them as he pushed in and out of the Spaniard's asshole. He was much more considerate than Gosling, going a lot slower than the Canadian had with the dildo.
Nadal began to feel turned on once more. Skarsgård was actually an excellent fucker, despite never being given the chance to show off. However, the Swede could tell that the other men were getting impatient, so he eventually pulled out of Nadal, whose dick had just begun to leak a lot of precum.
Pitt was next, and Nadal could tell that the actor felt guilty about this new setup, as he could not look Nadal in the eye. Instead, he looked down at the tennis player's abs while he pushed his dick into him. Pitt was a little larger than Skarsgård, probably about 8 inches, and a much more experienced fucker. He knew what he was doing.
Nadal wished he could masturbate while Pitt fucked him, but his hands were still secured by straps. He would have asked Gosling to let him do so, but he didn't want the actor to feel that he had won. Pitt was adept at swiftly shoving his cock all the way up Nadal's shithole, then pulling it all the way out just as quickly. The effect on Nadal was marked. His dick spurted out even more precum, which Pitt actually tasted, picking up some with his right hand and licking at his fingers.
"He's so tight," Pitt groaned, glad that he was able to turn the tables on Nadal and do the fucking himself, but also slightly unhappy that the tennis player was being treated this way.
"Right, my turn," Nadal heard Efron say, realising that Gosling was being saved till last.
"Fine," Pitt grumbled, pulling his cock out, then shoving it back in once more for good measure.
"Mmmmmm," Nadal couldn't help but whimper.
Much to Nadal's surprise, Efron's dick was actually larger than Skarsgård's and Pitt's. The lean actor did something different before fucking Nadal, which made the Spaniard certain. Instead of immediately moving to his asshole, Efron instead came up behind Nadal, pulled his head back and shoved his cock right into Nadal's mouth. He seemed to have lost his earlier kindness.
Nadal could not believe it, and began to gag on the dick, barely able to breathe as Efron thrust his prick in and out, in and out. He had not realised that Efron was secretly just as sadistic as Gosling or that the younger man's penis was so big. He was 8.5 inches easily, and Nadal now realised that he had not decided by a vote who would go first, they were going by whose dick was biggest. He shuddered at the thought of Gosling's dick, which must be at least 9 inches.
"You like that," Efron was saying, all trace of nicety gone, "you like that, you little slut?"
Nadal could not answer as his mouth was silenced by Efron's man meat, and could only look up at the actor in surprise.
"Gotta do better than that, slut," Efron smiled, then spat on Nadal's face.
Nadal could hear Gosling laughing in the background. Then suddenly his asshole was filled again, this time by an even thicker penis than before. He tried to look down, but Efron was gripping his head, pushing his hard prick into his mouth, and spitting on his face again and again. As his mouth was being entered, Nadal's asshole was pushed to its limit by this new dick.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Nadal groaned, his voice muffled by Efron's cock.
"That's right," he heard Gosling say, "he's in your mouth and I'm in your ass."
Gosling must have been 10 inches, and Nadal had no choice but to let all of this happen. He gave up trying to resist, and instead began to enjoy the feeling of his prostate being pummelled. He even began to suck at Efron's dick. The actor noticed and grinned over at Gosling.
"He's sucking it now," he laughed.
"I knew he'd break eventually," the Canadian answered, thrusting in and out of Nadal's hole at breakneck speed.
Nadal's hole was being destroyed by Gosling, who lived up to his earlier promise by showing absolutely no mercy. The actor had not even bothered to put lube on his dick as the others had, and did not reapply any to Nadal's hole either. His hole began to burn as Gosling thrust in and out. The actor even took hold of Nadal's dick and began to jerk him off as he fucked him. Nadal could feel himself getting closer to climax, but Gosling must have sensed this too, as he stopped wanking the tennis player's dick almost as quickly as he had started.
Efron was enjoying having his dick sucked, but he wanted a piece of Nadal too. He looked over to Gosling and gave some kind of signal. Gosling nodded and after a few more deep thrusts, he took his dick out of Nadal and let Efron try out the fuckhole. Although Efron was slightly smaller than Gosling, his dick was a little wider, and Nadal again felt himself being opened up more. He began to wonder when it would stop.
Efron was like Skarsgård, usually a – granted, big dicked – bottom at Hollywood sex parties. Everyone had sampled Efron's hole, from Jon Hamm to Michael Douglas. He was a noted slutty bottom, and loved being fucked by ten guys in succession, before pushing all of their cum out of his hole, into a glass, then drinking it. It was almost his party trick.
As Gosling watched Efron's ass moving back and forward as his dick pushed into Nadal, Gosling decided that it was time for the train to arrive. He took hold of Pitt's dick and applied some lube to it, before rubbing some around Efron's asshole. Efron knew what was coming, and sped up his fucking of Nadal in anticipation.
Pitt was now inside Efron, needing to do little work, as Efron was moving back and forth on his dick. Gosling looked at Skarsgård, who, remembering Gosling's earlier promise that he would fuck him, quickly did the same as Pitt, and entered him. Now massively turned on, Gosling lubed up his dick, then Skarsgård's asshole, and banged his way in.
Nadal could not believe the sight before his eyes now, and was ashamed to say that he found it incredibly hot. Zac Efron was fucking him, while Brad Pitt fucked Efron, while Alexander Skarsgård fucked Pitt, while Ryan Gosling ploughed into Skarsgård. The four men above Nadal were groaning like crazy now, and he knew that they would not be able to hold their cum in much longer.
The train fuck continued, with sweat dripping from each of the men. Efron loved the feeling of his dick inside Nadal, while another dick fucked him as well, while Pitt was surprised that Efron's hole remained so tight after all the fucking the young actor had been subjected to. Skarsgård was in heaven, addicted to Gosling's dick as he was. Gosling, meanwhile, was happy whatever hole he was fucking, but he had a particularly liking for Skarsgård, who always showed that he enjoyed Gosling's massive prick. The Swede was pushing back onto Gosling's dick more than he was fucking Pitt, making sure that the Canadian was getting as much of him as possible.
After a few more minutes, Nadal could feel something strange happening to him. He was so turned on by the fucking that he had not thought of how hard his own dick was at this point. Suddenly, he could feel a sensation in his prick and looked down, only to see that he had started to cum, despite no-one touching him.
"Fuck me," Efron cried, "he's cumming without me touching him!"
Nadal watched as lashings of spunk blew out of his dick and all over his chest. Efron quickly began to pick up globs of it with his fingers and pushed them into Nadal's mouth. Nadal tasted the saltiness of his own cum, his own enjoyment in all this increasing again. He could not believe how turned on he was by these other men.
"Eat it, whore," Efron said, making sure Nadal ate most of it.
"I knew the slut would enjoy it," Gosling said from behind Efron, "speaking of cumming, let's do this."
Gosling pulled out of Skarsgård, Skarsgård out of Pitt, Pitt out of Efron, and Efron reluctantly out of Nadal's sweet tight hole, and the three men began to masturbate in front of Nadal. Efron was really close, and as he felt himself about to cum, he moved nearer to Nadal.
"Fuck," he said, groaning, "fuck, here it comes."
With no other warning, he quickly shoved his dick back into Nadal's ass and thrust into him, his cum spurting up Nadal's well used fuckhole. Soon enough, Skarsgård began to groan too, and he did the same as Efron, his dick spewing spunk into the Spaniard's waiting asshole. Pitt was next, and he almost didn't make it to Nadal's hole in time, but managed to get plenty of cum inside the tennis player, as the other two had.
Gosling, who seemed to have deliberately saved himself for last, now moved to the hole and wanked himself until ready to cum. He looked at Nadal fiendishly, and laughed as the Spaniard groaned when the ten inch dick pushed into him, cum ribboning everywhere inside. Gosling carried on thrusting for a full minute or two until he felt his balls completely emptied, then walked over to Nadal's face.
"I want you to do something," Gosling said to him, "you remember what Pitt did earlier with your cum?"
"Yeah," Nadal said quietly.
"I want you to do the same now. Just push out, like you're taking a shit, and let's see all that cum."
"Okay," Nadal said, smiling a little at how dirty this all was.
Gosling smiled back, then leaned into Nadal and kissed him on the mouth, his tongue connecting with Nadal's sexily.
"You're not too bad really, slut."
Gosling went back to Nadal's asshole, and Efron appeared beside him with a glass. He was glad that his party trick was catching on, and the four men grinned as Nadal began to push all of their cum out of his well and truly opened up shithole.
It began slowly, with his hole making a slight farting noise. Little trickles of it gradually came out, before it began to dribble out more quickly. Efron was beside it, glass held underneath from the beginning, and marvelled at the amount of cum collecting inside, most of it surely from Gosling's ten inch fuckpole.
When the glass was finally full, Gosling took it from Efron and went back to Nadal's face. He dipped a finger in the cum, which almost half filled the glass, then looked into Nadal's eyes.
"Still warm," he said, smiling.
Then suddenly, he took the glass and threw its contents in Nadal's face. It got into his eyes, stinging them, while the smell of it filled his nostrils. He was so taken aback that he said nothing, and remained silent when the other men joined Gosling, and all four of them began licking it from his face.
"Oh, that's definitely yours," Efron said to Gosling, grinning, "I remember the taste well."
"He's right," Skarsgård agreed, "most of this is yours."
Gosling laughed, lapping up the cum from Nadal's face with the others. Nadal tentatively licked at some of it too, accidentally making contact with Pitt's tongue. As they did so, Pitt kissed Nadal fiercely, and to the Spaniard's surprise, he felt himself kissing Pitt back. They continued to do so while the others licked Nadal's face clean.
When they were finally finished, Nadal looked at them, all very naked, all very satisfied. He was ready to get out of this horrible harness and stand up again. His spread open legs were stiff, and he wanted to have control of his arms again.
"So," he said to Gosling, "are we done?"
"Are you kidding, slut?" Gosling replied. "We're only just getting started."
He suddenly felt his arm being touched again, then turned his head to see another syringe being emptied into him. He tried to wriggle around, but soon enough, the blackness took over his vision again, and he passed out completely.