Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 22:49:01 +0000 From: A Guy Subject: Rafael Nadal Is Rock Bottom, Part 8 ***DISCLAIMER*** This story, and all characters contained herein, are completely fictitious and do not reflect the real sexualities and/or personalities of those described, of which I have no direct knowledge If you enjoy the wonderful stories that Nifty.org continues to make available, please consider donating to the cause at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I would love to hear any feedback and/or suggestions from readers and encourage you to e-mail me at myniftystories@hotmail.co.uk if you like. Rafael Nadal Is Rock Bottom Part 8 His head was pounding. He could hear dance music blaring somewhere in the distance. It sounded like it was coming from below. Where was he? He opened his eyes slowly and saw that he was in an opulent bedroom. It must be the mansion from earlier again. But he was alone this time. He moved in order to get up, but realised his wrists were tied to the bed's elegant metal headboard. His ankles were similarly tied, leaving him face up in an X-shape, unable to move. Naked. On the bedside table to the right, there were three bottles of lubricant and a couple of small-ish dildos. With nothing else to do, he lay back and stared at the ceiling. This was a very nice room. The curtains, closed (although who knew what time it actually was?), were beautifully made, and a rich carpet adorned the floor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and he tried to avoid looking directly at it. It was so bright. After a little while, he heard the music from below stop. Someone must be having a party, he thought, as he tried to wriggle free of the restraints again. He had been pulling at them every few minutes or so for the past ten minutes. But they barely budged. He began to wonder what on earth was going on. Then he heard voices outside the oak panel door. The door opened and he was again surprised by who he saw. He had expected Ryan Gosling again, with his impish grin. Or maybe even Djokovic. At the thought of Djokovic, he involuntarily clenched his ass. Damn, that had felt good. He realised, a little shocked, that he almost wished it was Djokovic. But instead it was someone completely different. It was Idris Elba. He was completely naked, his body muscular and incredibly toned. Nadal felt his dick rise involuntarily. God, what had happened to him? He was starting to want guys. Had all of this changed him? He looked at Elba again. He was grinning at him, his dick rock hard. "Hello, gorgeous." His voice made Nadal's cock twitch. Silky smooth, English. He suddenly felt very vulnerable, tied as he was to the bed. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to show you a good time." Elba walked to the bed slowly, his smile never faltering. As Nadal watched him intently, Elba climbed on to the bed, moved forwards on his knees, and with no other comment, took Nadal's cock in his mouth. Nadal couldn't believe how good it felt. The guys so far had shown him little attention – focusing on their own pleasure instead – and this was wonderful. He couldn't keep his eyes off Elba as he sucked on the Spaniard's dick like a lollipop, deep throating the entire length of it every now and then. "Mmmmmm," Elba groaned as his tongue swirled around Nadal's dick head, enjoying this immensely. Elba had been attracted to Nadal for ages. He hadn't been able to believe his luck when his agent had told him Nadal was having financial troubles, adding that he had so far been used by some of Hollywood's biggest names. He wanted in on the action, too. He hadn't had to pay too much for the privilege either. Nadal was really desperate. That only made the situation hotter. He continued to suck on Nadal's pole for a few more minutes, before taking it out of his mouth. He quickly got off the bed and reached for one of the bottles of lube, opening it and spreading a large quantity of it on Nadal's dick. "Hope you're ready for this," he said to Nadal, who couldn't believe he was going to fuck Elba. "I thought--" "I was going to fuck you? All in good time." Elba edged towards Nadal's chest, before moving into a squatting position. He sucked on Nadal's nipples for a second, pulling at them gently. Then he slid Nadal's cock into his hole, smiling as he saw Nadal's expression change from uncertainty to ecstasy. He was so fucking tight. Nadal was enraptured. This felt better than any sex he'd ever had with a woman. Elba's hole wrapped round his dick snugly, the sensation as he pushed it in and out of his boycunt unbelievable. "Jesus Christ..." "I know, baby," Elba replied, grinning, "I'm the tightest you'll find. Just ask Michael Fassbender." Nadal had seen a movie with Fassbender in it, his dick swinging from side to side. He and some of the other tennis guys had talked about how big it was. The idea of that huge dick in Elba's tight hole made him even more turned on. He began to get involved himself now. Slowly, he started to push his cock in and out of Elba's hole. Elba's face said it all. His eyes were closed and he had begun to pull at and squeeze his nipples. Nadal wished he could grab hold of Elba's ass cheeks and pry them apart further, pumping that hole until it was nearly destroyed. Again he stopped to wonder at these thoughts. He had always considered himself completely, one hundred percent straight. But now he wasn't so sure. Elba was looking at Nadal. Nadal had stopped fucking him, completely taken over by his own thoughts. "Everything okay? I'm satisfactory?" "Oh, sorry," Nadal said, "fuck yeah, you're great, man." "Good. Now let's get those hands and feet of yours free." Nadal was ecstatic. Finally, he would be able to enjoy something without feeling trapped. Elba leaned over him and slowly untied Nadal's hands, using the opportunity to thrust his hard dick into Nadal's mouth. Nadal sucked on it hungrily as Elba loosened the restraints. He remained on top of Nadal's chest for a few minutes more, enjoying the feeling of Nadal's tongue swirling around his dick head before he forced his cock further into the Spanish slut's open mouth. Nadal was loving it. He could hardly breathe for dick in his mouth, and he couldn't get enough. Finally, Elba took his dick out of Nadal's mouth and slid away from him, towards the foot of the bed. He took a moment to return the favour, and quickly gobbled up Nadal's cock in one movement. He sucked at the Spaniard's pole, every now and again taking his big balls in his mouth, licking at them. Eventually he untied Nadal's ankles and the tennis stud quickly established dominance. Elba was surprised at how fast Nadal took control, seeming more like an experienced sodomite than one who had just recently developed a taste for cock. Without saying a word, he grabbed hold of Elba, turned him toward the head of the bed, shoved him onto his knees, and pulled his ass up in the air. He took a bottle of lube from the bedside table, lathered his cock in it, rubbed some around Elba's waiting asshole and plunged his dick inside. Elba was so taken aback that he could do nothing but lean forward, biting into the pillow that Nadal had been leaning on just a moment before. Nadal was insatiable. It seemed like he was making up for the hours of being used mercilessly with this one powerful fucking. Elba groaned loudly into the pillow, tears escaping from his eyes a little. Nadal hadn't felt this big when Elba was in control, riding the Spaniard's dick in the way he liked. Now the tables had turned and Nadal was being brutal. He mercilessly pumped Elba's asshole, grabbing hold of the actor's ass cheeks as he had wanted to just moments before, and pulling them apart. As he thrust in and out, he wondered at the fact that he did not need to pretend he was fucking a woman. He knew full well what he was doing and he, and his dick, loved it. He loved that Elba was unable to speak. He loved how his cock felt invading this hot black ass, gripping those hot cheeks. But he wanted to see that face, too. Without taking his dick out of Elba's ass, he slowly spun the actor round, so that he was no longer biting the pillow, but instead looking up at him, a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face. He fucked him in missionary position, surprising himself as he leaned into Elba's face and started to kiss the other man eagerly. Their tongues touched, both of them smiling now as Nadal penetrated Elba's hole again and again. "Fucking hell, I've never been fucked like this. Not even by Fassbender. And he's a horny cunt." Nadal felt proud of this achievement, but also slightly jealous that Elba had enjoyed Fassbender's cock in his ass, while Nadal had not. Perhaps Fassbender would be one of the men waiting to take Nadal after Elba. Who knew? Nadal didn't even know how long he had been a captive of this group of horny Hollywood men, or how much longer this would continue. All he knew was that, against his better judgement, he had become a complete cock whore. He loved being fucked and he loved fucking. If the plan of these men had been to turn him into a dick loving slut, then they had succeeded. He continued to pound Elba's mancunt in missionary for another fifteen minutes, the actor amazed at how long Nadal could last without cumming. But soon enough, he knew that the Spaniard was getting closer. The tennis hottie's face began to contract in pleasure more and more, with Elba deliberately clenching his asshole to push him closer to the edge. "Fuck, man, I'm getting closer." "I know," Elba smiled, pulling Nadal closer so that he could nibble on the Spaniard's ear, "hurry up and inject that hot cum inside me, you fucking stud." That was it. Those words whispered in his ear brought him to the brink and he moaned as he felt himself ready to cum. Just as this feeling struck him, he pushed his dick right inside Elba's hole. Balls deep in the actor's tight ass, he started to cum, and as he did so, Elba, who had been wanking furiously, also exploded. His cum sprayed all over his abs, little flecks of it hitting Nadal's stomach as well. Nadal continued to pump Elba's ass full of spunk, before slowly pulling out. "Now let me see that cum," Nadal said, now used to the creampie ritual. "Sure, sexy," Elba grinned, lying back, pinning his legs back so that his ass was a little in the air. He slowly began to push Nadal's cum back out, and Nadal was still rock hard at this sight. Cum gradually started to drip out of Elba's cunt, the deep white standing out against the actor's dark skin. Nadal suddenly felt ready to cum again, but before he started to wank, he jumped towards Elba and started to lick at his own cum as it dripped from Elba's asshole. "Fuck me," Elba groaned as Nadal drank all of his own cum, swallowing it greedily. "I'm gonna cum again," Nadal said as he finished mopping up his own cum with his tongue. Elba had no time to do anything. Nadal quickly jumped onto Elba's chest, just as ribbons of cum spurted from Nadal's cock again, this time on Elba's face. The actor, who loved receiving facials – Kenneth Branagh had covered Elba's face in cum during his "audition" for a part in Thor – sighed as Nadal's hot spunk hit his face and ran down his chin. Elba laughed as Nadal licked the cum from Elba's eyes so that he could open them again. He looked into Nadal's eyes and saw nothing but satisfaction. "That was amazing," the Spaniard said to him as he moved off of Elba's shoulders and stood up beside the bed. "It was, baby," Elba smiled, standing up as well. Nadal watched as Elba moved toward the bedside table and opened its drawer. He wondered what Elba was doing, looking at the back of the actor's legs, which still had some of Nadal's cum dribbling down them. Nadal thought about getting on his knees and licking it off, but before he could, Elba turned round, the familiar needle in his hand. "No, please, not again," Nadal began, but Elba pricked the Spaniard's arm with the needle before he could move away. "Sorry, baby," Elba said, and he seemed to mean it, "but I have orders. I'll see you around." He grabbed Nadal before the tennis player could fall to the floor, and gently moved him onto the bed. Elba could still feel some of Nadal's seed inside him. There had been so much. He went back to the open drawer and replaced the needle. There was a cell phone in the drawer, and he picked it up and dialled a number. "Hello," he said, "it's me. He's out. He's ready when you are." Elba hung up the phone, put it back in the drawer and closed it. He looked at Nadal, who was lying on his back on the bed. Elba retied the restraints, making sure Nadal's wrists and ankles were securely fastened to the bed again, then, before leaving, he kissed Nadal on the mouth for a long minute. "You're a hot fuck," he whispered in the tennis stud's ear, and then walked to the door, his big ass jiggling with each step, "a really hot fuck." He closed the door behind him, leaving Nadal asleep on the bed, some of Elba's cum still on his stomach, his dick still dripping cum despite his unconsciousness.