Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2018 21:40:32 +0000 From: A Guy Subject: Rafael Nadal Is Rock Bottom, Part 9 ***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 9 It had been four years since Rafeal Nadal's brutal initiation at a Hollywood mansion at the hands of Brad Pitt, Zac Efron, Alexander Skarsgård, Ryan Gosling, Novak Djokovic, Gregor Dimitrov, Idris Elba and countless others, over several long, cum-soaked days. At first, Nadal had been terrified when he realised what was expected of him, but his worries soon gave way to feelings of enjoyment, even ecstasy, as cock after cock had filled his hole and deposited its seed inside. He had been fucked mercilessly, and had soon found himself wanting to return the favour. By the end of the experience, he was fucking ass as much as he was taking cock. Over the next few years, as well as regenerating his fortune – partly fuelled by the money he received in payment for his sexcapades – he also regained his former glory professionally. He won the French Open again, claimed Gold in Doubles Tennis at the Rio Olympics, then won the French title, the U.S. Open title and the French title again once more a year later, for a record eleventh time. He was on cloud nine. Maria had agreed to give things another chance, and they remained together, the press completely unaware that there had been any discord between the couple. Rafa wished that he could say things were the same between them, but he would be lying if he did. His experience with the famous stud elite had given him a taste for cock. An insatiable taste. He couldn't believe he had ever been attracted to women. Whenever he and Maria now fucked, his thrusts were totally mechanical, he moved as if following unseen instructions. Maria still seemed to enjoy sex with him, in fact she was excited by his new willingness to be kinky: he'd fuck her in the ass as well as in the pussy. She was surprised by his newfound desire for her to fuck him in the ass with a strap on, and actually those moments where she thrust into his bubble butt were the only times when their former passion fully returned. Nadal would lay there, or ride the strap on, his eyes closed, groaning in total abandonment as he imagined that the plastic sex toy fucking him actually belonged to Skarsgård or Pitt or Djokovic or, dirtiest of all, Ryan Gosling. He hadn't seen any of those men since the `tournament', when Nadal had taken and given cock from and to whoever demanded it. Nadal couldn't remember all the men who had fucked their cum into his famous bubble butt over those days, but the list had been longer than Gosling's cock. He remembered seeing many different faces in the shadows of that warehouse they had returned to following Idris Elba's encounter with Nadal. Elba had injected Nadal with that knockout liquid again after Nadal pounded him mercilessly, and Nadal had awoken with a cock in his ass and a reluctant smile on his face. The cock had belonged to Michael Fassbender. It turned out Fassbender had been at the party after all, and Nadal could barely react as the Irish actor's monster prick pounded his hole. It was the biggest dick he had taken, and would be the biggest dick he would take during the entire `tournament'. Almost 11 inches erect, Fassbender was well aware of the size and power of his cock. He had pummelled into Nadal again and again, Nadal groaning in pleasure as he wanked his own cock. The restraints were no longer tying Nadal down. He was free to enjoy himself. As Fassbender had continued to fuck him, his massive balls slapping against Nadal's big ass cheeks, Nadal had begun to call out, surprised at himself, to the men who stood round the edge of the warehouse walls, watching. "Come here, I want more cock. Come here now!" Nadal had heard himself shouting, in slight disbelief at his own words. Fassbender had looked down at Nadal as his dick barrelled in and out of Nadal's well-used, yet still quite tight fuckhole before adding: "You heard him, boys. Come and get it." Fassbender had slapped Nadal's ass cheeks and had started to fuck him harder than before, kissing Nadal hungrily at the same time. Slowly, figures had begun to emerge from the shadows and Nadal couldn't believe the faces he saw and immediately recognised. Walking towards him now was David Beckham, followed by Chris Hemsworth and Dwayne Johnson. All had been completely naked, Beckham toned and muscular, but dwarfed by beefy Hemsworth and even beefier Johnson. Johnson's slightly hard dick had swung between his legs and Nadal had eyed it hungrily. Johnson had noticed this look and laughed, before quickly thrusting his dick inside Nadal's waiting and willing mouth. With a giant cock at each end of his body, a dick in each hole, Nadal had groaned happily as Fassbender had started to fuck deeper, clearly ready to unload. Nadal had looked up at Johnson, who had stared down and started to piston his cock in and out of Nadal's mouth in time with Fassbander's thrusts. Fassbender was close, and as he watched Nadal get face fucked by `The Rock' himself, he had been unable to hold back any longer. Fassbender had let out an almighty growl as he shoved his cock deep inside Nadal and kept it there, his cum spurting up the Spaniard's asshole, while Nadal had growled himself, the sound muffled by Johnson's massive prick. Fassbender had kept his cock deep inside Nadal as he held the Spaniard's butt in his hands, then without warning, had pulled out quickly. Nadal had groaned again, feeling the sticky wetness of Fassbender's cum as it leaked out of his now well-deflowered cunt and on to the dirty mattress. "He's all yours," Fassbender had told Johnson, and Beckham and Hemsworth, who had remained closeby throughout, their eyes fixed on Nadal's ass. Nadal had watched as Fassbender walked off into the darkness, his muscular ass the last part of him to disappear from view. Nadal had wondered when he would encounter Fassbender again, already desperate for more of the Irish actor's thick, huge throbbing fuckpole. But Nadal hadn't encountered Fassbender even once since that night, or in fact any of the men who had made him their slut. He had seen some of them, certainly. An awkward encounter or two had occurred between Nadal and Beckham when they were invited to the same events. They had been photographed together in the press a number of times, and Nadal couldn't help but wonder how people would react if they were aware that Beckham had fucked Nadal like a bitch that night at the mansion. Nadal had always found Beckham attractive, though he would never have admitted it before that night. Before the `tournament', he had never generally thought of men as attractive, but even he had been unable to deny Beckham's sexiness. As the soccer stud had come towards him while Michael Fassbender's cum still dripped from his ass, he couldn't quite believe this was happening. Sure, he had already been nearly destroyed by a double penetration at the hands of fellow players Djokovic and Dimitrov, but Beckham was a sporting icon. He remembered cheering Beckham on during his time at Real Madrid, when Nadal was just a teenager. While the cameras clicked at these later events where Nadal and Beckham posed alongside each other, he remembered how Beckham had, despite not having the biggest dick of the group, definitely been one of the dirtiest fuckers. His dirty talk was legendary among the elite group of celebrities Nadal had encountered during the `tournament'. Completely versatile, Beckham was just as happy being fucked, and countless loads had been dumped inside the soccer stud while he loudly begged for more cock, harder, more spunk, deeper, more dick, faster, more cum, more more more. At the mansion that night though, Beckham was all about fucking. He had admired Nadal from afar for years, and couldn't believe it when his manager had called to say that Nadal had agreed to be fucked by all these men. Beckham was happy to shell out a hefty amount of money to pay for this privilege, and had been determined to get his hands on Nadal's beautiful ass as quickly as possible. Of course in the end, he'd been delayed and had had to wait his turn, but when he did grab hold of that legendary bubble butt, he went to town on it without mercy. "You like that, you little fucking cunt? You like taking this thick cock? You like taking my cock, you little slut? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my fucking cock." Nadal had been completely taken aback by this, and had lay there in silence while Johnson and Hemsworth sat beside the cum-stained mattress, wanking each other and spouting words of encouragement to Beckham. Johnson: "Take that little cum whore's ass, David, take it. Fuck him harder." Hemsworth: "Fuck, that's it, give it to him deep, David, make him beg for it." Beckham: "Did you hear that? They want you to beg. So beg!" Nadal, uncertainly: "Plea-- please--" Johnson: "He said beg, bitch!" Nadal's cheek had stung as Johnson smacked him across the face with his hand. Ordinarily Nadal would have reacted angrily to such an action, but instead, he felt his cock twinge and realised he had enjoyed it. He had decided to test Johnson and deliberately remained silent. Johnson had started smacking Nadal across the face again and again, commanding him to beg, before he got angry and his cock eventually replaced his hand. Johnson had smacked his huge prick against Nadal's cheeks, against his nose, before sticking it into Nadal's mouth like before. Nadal had started to wank his own dick while Beckham continued his dirty diatribe. "Yeah, take both those cocks, you dirty little tennis slut. You like taking two cocks, don't you? I heard you took two at the same time earlier. Maybe we should do that again. Actually, fuck it, let's do it. Rocky, come here." Beckham had grabbed Johnson by the shoulder, and the former-actor-turned-wrestler had smiled at Beckham. With Hemsworth's help, they had got hold of Nadal and carried him from the mattress to a raised platform in the middle of the warehouse floor. Nadal had been able to detect those unseen eyes in the darkness again as Johnson had lain on the platform and Hemsworth had heavily lubricated Johnson's cock, also rubbing some of the lube on Nadal's already cum-filled cunt. "No. I want to do it myself," Nadal had said, catching everyone by surprise. "Fuck." Johnson had said, unable to speak as he had watched the sexy Spaniard position his famous ass above Johnson's stiff member and slowly push himself down on it. While Nadal had begun to slowly ride Johnson's cock, Hemsworth had similarly applied lube to Beckham's waiting prick, and the former football player had put his arms around Nadal's chest, grasping him tightly, and whispering in his ear. "Ready for two, you dirty fucking cum whore?" "Yes, Beckham, you dirty fucker, stick it inside me, you fucking stud," Nadal had whispered back, making Beckham's already throbbing cock even harder. He was about to fuck this dream of an athletic god and he couldn't believe it. Whatever the cost, it had been money well spent. Nadal meanwhile was going to feel David Beckham's and Dwayne Johnson's cocks together in his cunt at the same time. Unlike earlier when Djokovic and Dimitrov had caught him off guard, he had been prepared for this latest double penetration. As Johnson grinned up at him, he remembered how as a teenager, he had watched WWE, back when it was still called WWF, and how the Rock had always been his favourite wrestler. Now two of his childhood heroes were about to double penetrate his famous bubble butt, a butt they now told him they'd wanted for years, and that they were determined to wreck. Nadal hadn't cared if those words sounded scary: he had wanted his hole wrecked, wrecked by those two studs. He couldn't believe it, but it was all he had wanted at that moment. He wanted their cum inside his hole. He wanted them to breed him more than anything. Beckham had slid in beside Johnson gradually, allowing Nadal a moment to become once more used to the feeling of two cocks simultaneously filling his boycunt. But Beckham had only allowed him a moment. He had quickly started to push in and out of the tennis player's now destroyed fuckhole, the copious amounts of lube making it easy to pound him deep. Johnson had simply lay there in delight as Beckham did all the work, his cock twitching and filling Nadal with precum. "Yeah, take those two cocks, you nasty slut, you love being used, don't you?" "Fuck, yes, I love it! I love it so much!" Nadal played with his nipples as the two cocks slid in and out. "Yeah, we know you fucking do, you dirty cock sucker!" Beckham had thrust harder and harder into Nadal, pistoning his cock in and out of the tennis player's ruined cunt again and again. Nadal had begun to wank his own cock again, alternatively between this and rubbing his nipples, and he could feel the electricity from the watching, unseen crowd, some of whom had also begun to shout words of encouragement. "Give it to him!" "Yeah, take it, you former straight boy! Now you're a little cocksucker!" "Cum in his ass, Becks! Give the little slut that load he's been begging for!" Nadal had smiled down at Johnson, laughing himself at the idea that his famous ass was being absolutely ruined by two of the most famous men in the world. His prostate was being pounded into oblivion and he was on a total high, his cock leaking precum like a tap, and covering Johnson's chest. Johnson had started to rub the precum on his fingers and was licking it himself or feeding it to Hemsworth, who couldn't stop staring at Nadal's well-used hole. Surprisingly considering his size, Hemsworth was a total bottom boy, and he couldn't help but imagine his own cunt being owned like that. His hole had twitched at the thought. Beckham had then begun to intensify his thrusts, slowing down and really giving it to Nadal deep. He had started to kiss Nadal's neck and was nibbling on his ear. Nadal's cock had only dripped more precum, which Hemsworth started to lick with his tongue. Before Nadal knew it, Chris Hemsworth was giving him a blowjob while David Beckham and Dwayne Johnson fucked him simultaneously. "Fucking hell," a lone voice from the edges of the warehouse shouted, "this is so hot! Suck it, Hemsworth! Suck it like you sucked Downey Jr. that night!" Nadal had felt Hemsworth's lips tighten around his cock and the sucking became more deliberate and quicker. Nadal didn't know if he could last much longer. He pulled Hemsworth's mouth off his cock and the actor looked up at him in surprise. Nadal started laughing and Hemsworth did too, then the pair kissed each other hungrily. Nadal's dick became even more erect as he tasted his precum on Hemsworth's tongue. "Oh, fuck," the same disembodied voice shouted, "I can't take much more!" "Me either! Breed him! Breed that whore!" "Yeah, give it to him, Becks! Make that slut pregnant!" "With pleasure, boys!" Beckham had suddenly pulled out of Nadal's hole. Before Nadal had realised what was happening, Beckham had been in front of him, standing over Johnson, his cock in Nadal's face. Nadal had had no time to react before Beckham's cock erupted, and he had closed his eyes as ribbon after ribbon of hot soccer stud cum had splattered all over his tanned face. It was too much, Hemsworth's blowjob had already pushed him close to the edge, and Nadal had felt his own cock react in time with Beckham's. Nadal, his face dripping with Beckham's cum, had looked down at Johnson as his own cock had erupted and covered Johnson's face in spunk. Johnson had laughed in slight disbelief at all of this combined cumming, and had decided to make it a triple, pulling apart Nadal's ass cheeks and shoving his cock right up into Nadal's totally stretched out hole. Johnson had growled like an animal as he thrust into Nadal's hole over and over, filling it deep with cum. "Jesus Christ," Beckham had muttered, speechless for once as he looked from Nadal's cum-covered face to Johnson's, then pushed Nadal off Johnson's cock so that he could lick it clean. "Mmmm," he groaned, "it tastes like your ass, Rafa. Fuck. Fuck, I want you all inside me, boys." In spite of everything that had happened, Nadal had been shocked at this statement, but it seemed to be what the others had expected. "All right," Hemsworth had said, grinning, "we'll give Rafa a rest and start on you, David. You desperate little slut." Beckham had smiled at Nadal, and Nadal had returned the smile, certain that he too would now get to sample Beckham's ass. He had enjoyed that certainty. Ever since that night when Nadal had been one of over 25 men to pound Beckham's cunt into oblivion, Nadal hadn't fucked or been fucked by anyone other than his girlfriend. To tell the truth, Nadal had been immediately ashamed of those few days of endless nasty, dirty sex, endless breeding and spunking, and had wanted to erase it from his memory. But it was difficult. Whenever he masturbated, his thoughts immediately returned to that night, as he pictured Beckham being fucked by Leonardo DiCaprio, by Orlando Bloom, by Channing Tatum, by any number of Hollywood studs. Then, when Beckham's energy had finally been spent, those innumerable cocks had taken out their frustration on Nadal's own hole. It was so tempting to try and join the group again, but he had promised himself that it wouldn't happen. He was committed to Maria and wanted to make things work. He had taken the money they had paid him for the `tournament' and had invested it wisely this time. When his tennis had improved, he made serious money from it again, and found his wealth increasing once more as a result of new endorsements and fresh deals with advertisers. He had no need of money, and therefore no need to give his ass up to those men again. So why did he want to?