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Rafael Nadal Is Rock Bottom
Part 7
His vision was blurry as his eyes opened slowly. The room, the basement, wherever the hell he was, was very dark. He wasn't alone. He was on top of a mattress, on his knees. On all fours in fact, his hands clutching a sheet. Someone was next to him, no, behind him. Almost on top of him. No. Inside him. He could feel his ass being rammed by a massive cock. Gosling again? He wasn't sure, but it was painful.
"Urgh," he groaned, realising that the pain was being caused by a lack of lube. Maybe there had been some lubricant present when whoever it was had started fucking him, but it was gone now.
"He's awake again!"
Gosling's voice. But far away this time. Whoever was fucking him, it wasn't Gosling. As if on cue, the area he was in became lit up, and Nadal saw that he was in some kind of warehouse. The area surrounding him remained in shadow, however.
The mansion he had been in before was miles away, for all he knew. He wriggled a little, the pain in his asshole growing as the dick kept pushing in and out, in and out. It felt like it was on fire. Then he felt the breath of the man in his ear.
"Hello, Rafa," the voice whispered in a slightly sinister tone, "guess who?"
And without having to turn round, he knew. Knew the voice, knew a secret. It was Djokovic. Straight, family man, would-never-suck-a-cock – as Nadal himself had been just a few hours ago – Novak Djokovic. Nadal couldn't believe it. He had never even considered the fact that Djokovic might be gay. He was always so masculine. So virile. Fuck, Nadal thought, am I getting turned on? He moved his hand and touched his cock. Fuck. He was. His cock was rock solid, despite the pain in his asshole.
"Do you like that, world number one?" Djokovic sounded so nasty, so sexy in his ear. "Like me fucking your big balloon ass, you fucking cum whore?"
Nadal didn't want to give him the satisfaction of answering. Instead, he just rested on his knees and let the Serb fuck him senseless. His cock must be at least nine inches, Nadal thought, as it pulsated in and out of his tight fuckhole. Then suddenly, Djokovic pulled out. Nadal felt relieved, thinking that at last he must be getting some respite.
Then Djokovic put his arms around Nadal and pulled him round to face him. Djokovic's body was incredible: pure muscle, no fat. Six pack, hard pecs, huge penis. It was still solid and pulsing. Nadal watched as Djokovic lay on his back and then dragged Nadal towards him.
"You're going to ride it, cowboy!" Djokovic laughed, pulling at Nadal's cock as the Spaniard sat on his stomach.
"Please," Nadal began, "please let me have a minute--"
"Never, slut. You're mine now. Now stick it in you or I'll do it for you."
"Some lube, please, Nov--aaarrrgggghhhhh!"
Djokovic had stealthily taken hold of Nadal's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, before shoving his massive prick up Nadal's hole again. It went in slowly, as there was no lube involved, but gradually made its way up and hit Nadal's prostate. His dick twitched at the sensation, but he couldn't move. His asshole was on fire again, and he couldn't bring himself to ride this mammoth cock. Until he felt a hand wrap itself around his throat. It was Gosling.
"Fucking. Ride. It. Slut."
Without another word, Gosling took hold of Nadal's shoulders and began pulling the Spaniard up and down, mercilessly forcing Djokovic's prick in and out of his asshole. The pain was excruciating at first, but eventually Nadal's hole began to go numb, and all he could feel was the sensation of his prostate being pummelled by his fellow tennis player. Before Nadal realised it, Gosling was gone, and he was doing all the work himself.
"That's it," Djokovic cried out, "oh, fuck, yeah!"
Suddenly, Nadal felt he was in possession of a strange power. Control. He was the one in control here. Djokovic was enjoying this because of something Nadal was doing, not because he was ploughing the Spaniard's hole. And against everything he thought he would feel, Nadal felt sexy. He felt naughty. Horny, even. He felt like the slut Djokovic had called him. And he liked it.
But then the control was lost again. Nadal felt a strong hand grip his right shoulder and someone's dick pushing against his back. He knew what was coming.
"Room for one more?"
Nadal turned his head, fully aware of who the voice belonged to, but needing to make sure. Yes, he was correct. It was Grigor Dimitrov. Another closet case? Man, just like with Jelena and Djokovic, Maria Sharapova must be a cover for Dimitrov, too, Nadal thought as Djokovic pulled out. While this thought raced through Nadal's mind, he felt Dimitrov's hand rubbing some lube on his asshole. Finally, he wouldn't be in as much pain any longer.
Then, without warning, Djokovic pushed his dick back inside Nadal's hole and Dimitrov did the same. Djokovic must have pushed at least seven inches of his cock into Nadal's asshole, leaving it there, while Dimitrov stayed at around four, and did all the fucking. So much for less pain. Nadal felt incredibly sore at first, with two dicks inside his former virgin hole. Then the pleasure started to reach him in waves.
"Oh, God," he involuntarily moaned, ashamed of himself, especially with Djokovic below his line of vision, grinning up at him like the Cheshire cat.
"Enjoying it, are you, baby?"
"Yeah, he is," Dimitrov said from behind him, "he's liking it a lot."
"Let's make him like it a little more," Djokovic smiled, and began slowly tugging at Nadal's fully erect cock.
Dimitrov kept pumping in and out, his dick creating a delicious friction with Djokovic's, the two men moaning in time with the thrusts, while Nadal closed his eyes and started to groan even louder. He didn't want to open his eyes and see Djokovic's smug face, but moaning with his eyes closed seemed somehow acceptable.
"Please," Nadal groaned, "please don't stop."
"Oh, I won't."
Djokovic wanked Nadal harder now, rubbing at his balls with one hand, pulling his foreskin up and down with the other. Nadal's dick was oozing precum, which Djokovic licked off of his fingers hungrily. He had to admit: the Spaniard was a god. Perfect body: pecs, abs, muscular arms and legs, huge thighs, bubble butt. Two dicks in his ass and no complaints. Just loving being fucked. It was unbelievably hot. Djokovic felt himself getting closer.
"Oh, Grigor, man, I'm getting close."
"Me too," Dimitrov replied, and licked his fingers before playing with Nadal's nipples.
The Spaniard was in heaven now, his nipples being teased, his dick being wanked quicker and quicker, his huge ass being piledriven by two massive pricks. He continued to cry out in ecstasy, feeling himself coming closer and closer to climax.
But Djokovic wanted more. He stopped wanking Nadal's dick and gripped his thighs.
"Look at me, Rafa. Look at me. Look. At. Me."
Nadal opened his eyes gradually, then looked down at Djokovic, who had a devilish grin on his face.
"You like it, don't you?"
Nadal blushed, feeling ridiculous.
"You do, don't you, Rafa?" Dimitrov whispered sexily in his ear as he continued to pound Nadal's big ass.
"Oh," Nadal moaned as he felt himself getting closer and began to tug at his dick without Djokovic's help, "oh, fuck, yeah, I do. I love it!"
He suddenly realised that they were surrounded by guys, unseen, lurking in the warehouse's shadows. He knew because when he admitted how he felt, a cheer reverberated around the place. And now he didn't feel ashamed anymore. He felt hot. Wanted. Needed. The guys watching were watching because he was there. They wanted to see him get fucked, and they were getting their wish. Why did this turn him on so much? He felt dirty. But not in a bad way. What was wrong with him?
However, he had little time to consider this any further, as he was there. He was there at last, still disbelieving that he could enjoy being fucked in the ass this much. Jerking his own dick, Djokovic now just lying back to watch, Nadal made himself cum. Djokovic watched as the Spaniard grunted and groaned, his face a picture of delight. As the cum escaped from his throbbing dick, Nadal let out an almighty roar that almost made Djokovic climax himself. And the cum. There was lots of it. It ribboned out of Nadal's dick in great spurts, covering Djokovic's abs and chest, tiny flecks of it even hitting him in the face.
"Oh, baby, fuck yeah!" Djokovic cried as some of the Spaniard's hot cum splashed against his face. "I'm gonna cum!"
The men in the dark groaned appreciatively, their collective horniness palpable.
"I'm there too," Dimitrov sighed.
Nadal moaned again as the Serb and the Bulgarian emptied their balls inside his ass. Each man felt the other's cock swell before the cum was released, their pleasure increased by the rubbing together of their dicks. Nadal liked to imagine he could feel the cum spurting up his fuckhole and coating the inside of his bubble butt. Djokovic and Dimitro remained in the same position, dicks still inside Nadal, faces contorted in happiness, for several minutes.
"That was incredible," Djokovic said, smiling, his hands still resting on Nadal's thighs.
"Amazing," Dimitrov said, slowly pulling out of Nadal's ass.
Nadal then lifted himself off of Djokovic's dick and stood up. He felt some of their cum dribble from his asshole and slide down the inside of his left leg. He enjoyed the sensation.
"I loved it," Nadal said as Djokovic stood up and became level with him.
"Well it's not over yet, world number one."
"What?"
Nadal turned to see Gosling at his side again, syringe in hand, grin on his face. He grabbed Nadal's arm and pulled the Spaniard towards him. Djokovic took the syringe from Gosling and pushed the needle into Nadal's arm. Gosling kissed Nadal fully on the mouth.
"Come on over here, Zac, and lick this slut's hole clean again."
Nadal watched as Zac Efron appeared from the shadows, his eyes hungrily set on Nadal. Nadal felt woozy and knew what was coming. Efron was going to eat out his ass again. That boy sure loved a creampie. Fuck, Nadal thought, I'm gonna pass out again.
"Good night, sleeping beauty," Gosling said, and the blackness of the shadows around them got bigger and bigger until Nadal fell forward, and felt himself being grabbed by unseen hands. His chest, his hair, his ass. Then the shadows engulfed his vision and he was asleep.