Carlossutra

Carlos Alcaraz arrived at his planned photo shoot late in the morning. The make-up artist looked desperate as he had to conceal the circles under Alcaraz's eyes and had to extremely touch up his complexion. The tennis star apologized with the excuse that he had eaten something wrong and had spent half of the night hanging over the toilet.

However, during the shoot itself he acted like a pro. He smiled seductively into the camera and you could practically hear his passion for the protein shot crackling in the air like electric sparks. The photo that ultimately made it into the final selection showed Alcaraz in half profile. He only wore an open red vest over his muscled upper body and a pair of tight-fitting blue shorts spanned his hips barely hiding his bulge. With his head tilted slightly back, he held the spout of the bottle to his lips and let the drink flow into his open mouth. A narrow white trickle of protein shake dripped from the side of his mouth, ran down his stubbly chin and then got caught in the dark hair on his chest muscles. If someone had been there from the day before, they would certainly have recognized the parallel. 

“Carlos, that's perfect!” praised the photographer and took a few more close-ups before wiping up the drops from Alcaraz's chest hair with his fingers and, to Carlos's surprise, quickly licking them off with his tongue. “We don’t want to waste any sweets! And I think there are a lot of delicacies there!” the photographer explained his actions and grinned diabolically at the tennis star.

Carlos looked back into the dark eyes of the photographer, who was probably in his mid-forties but extremely well trained. He didn't know how to react to the suggestion. But before he could think about it, the door opened and another man entered.

“Hello Carlos, meet Carlos!” Marcos, the photographer, greeted him and giggled when the black giant, measuring 206 cm, almost had to bend under the door frame.

"Is that... that's Booz!" Alcaraz stammered as the basketball player, Carlos Boozer, approached him. Suddenly Alcaraz felt tiny next to this colossus.

“I thought we were doing a shoot for two, two world-class athletes united by the drink!” explained Marcos. “I imagine it like this: Alcaraz wears black pants and drinks chocolate and Booz wears white and drinks vanilla. Booz, look at this photo of the juice dripping from the corner of his sweet lips onto his shiny torso, that’s what I want from both of you.”

Carlos Boozer leaned down towards the camera and grinned when he saw the sexy photo of the tennis player. Even though Alcaraz's skin wasn't exactly white, against his dark skin he looked like Snow White.

“No problem man!” Booz answered and stripped in the middle of the room down to his white Calvin briefs. Meenwhile Marcos threw a skinny black trunk to Alcaraz who eyed this small piece of fabric skeptical. 

A little shyly, he went to the corner of the room and pulled the blue shorts down to his ankles by bending down low and unconsciously extending his abused hole, which was still red from the day before, towards the other two men. Marcos and Booz saw the hole, which had been virgin just twelve hours ago, with its soft pink lips swollen as if it were the cunt of a train station whore. They grinned at each other, certain that the morning was about to take a very interesting turn. 

After Alcaraz slipped into his new underwear, he felt a little more confident and went back to the photography area of the studio. He and Booz now stood next to each other side by side and each received a bottle of Pro-Tenns. They took a sip at the same time, consciously letting the liquid drip down their chins.

"Something is missing!" Marcos sighed. “There is no passion when you stand there like that. Get a little closer together!” he suggested and Alcaraz took a half step to the left so that his shoulder brushed against the black man's massive triceps. He felt the heat radiating from the basketball player's body and the intense smell of coconut milk, sweat and cigarette. Before he could even think about whether this star athlete actually smoked, Booz wrapped his muscular arm around his shoulder like an anaconda and pulled him even closer to him.

“Yes, much better!” Marcos triumphed and took more photos of the two athletes, who now took a few additional sips from the bottle. Somehow the heat of the manly body made Alcaraz light headed and he turned his body a little bit so that his bulge was pressing against the upper leg of Booz. The former Power Forward player knew what would come now, as the chocolate protein of Alcaraz was mixed with some drug, making him lust for sex, making him week, making him a total bitch! Now was the time to take the real hot shots, some pics, you can sell for a fortune! 

For the last photo, which was actually part of the advertising contract, he also turned towards Alcaraz so that their pelvises touched and Alcaraz felt the former basketball player's enormous cock against his now relatively small but harder growing penis through the thin material of the shorts. Booz helped the already somewhat dazed tennis star, lifted his hand with the bottle vertically above his head and pulled his head back by his hair so that Alcaraz's upper body was also in a hollow back and the bottle was floating right above his open mouth. Booz leaned back accordingly, wrapping his free hand around the drugged man's hip for stability as he pressed his erect cock firmly against the younger athlete who could almost be his son.

“Now let it go! Drink, boy!” he ordered.

“Yes, daddy!” Alcaraz stammered in the drug haze and both of them simultaneously let the protein drink flow from the bottle hovering above their heads onto their lower lips. Almost 200 ml poured over their muscular torsos, where the liquid shimmered in the flashlight. Marco knew, this was the deal he had with the company. This was soooo hot. He touched his own cock and felt it hard inside his jeans.

Booz put his arm back on Alcaraz' shoulder and leaned back to look him over studying his reaction.

"Is that clit down there hard on for me, boy?" he mocked.

Far from being embarrassed and high on drugs again, Carlos Alacaraz by now was happy to show him the effect this god of a daddy was having on him. And he was also daring a glimpse over to the hot daddy photographer.

"Yes daddy. It is definitely because of you, because of you two." Alcaraz mumbled.

Booz dragged the tennis-star over to the wall with the white screen with his arm casually around his shoulder and pressed his body close to the stonewall. „I know what you need boy, just relax!“ he hissed into Alcaraz' ear. „We both are going to take care of you! Your daddys are in charge now!“ 

Booz' arm around his shoulder was pressing his face into the brick wall.

„You want daddy to take control?“ Booz' gravelly voice continued to penetrate Alcaraz into sexual overdrive. Then suddenly he turned Alcaraz around and backed him up against the wall. His tongue was suddenly down the Tennis players throat. He could feel the weight of the giant man against him. Alcaraz unwillingly ground his hips and he felt the giant's groin against his cock. He was suddenly aware of the pure mass of Booz' cock as he thrust his hips into him. To him it felt like a baseball bat. Then he felt his hand slide down his naked back gliding through the waistband into his shorts. He pushed further and his finger was on Alcaraz's torn hole. At first rubbing and circling his pucker, then feeling it open to the digit he slid a fat finger inside of him. He was still kissing Alcaraz passionately and rubbing his large cock against his, as his finger rotated back and forth.

Booz pulled back from the kiss. „Want to join in?“ he asked Marcos who was already stroking his raging cock.

„Man, I thought you never asked!“ Marcos said and opened his shirt showing a well trained chest with a deep crevice between his hairy pecs.

Meenwhile Booz looked deep into Alcaraz' longing eyes and unexpectedly he spit forcefully in his face. Then with a bright selfish smile, he retrieved his finger from the gaping hole and scooped up his saliva from the spanish boy's face and returned his hand to his ass. The dark finger then sliced through the sphincter and drove in all the way to the hilt. Carlos Alcaraz sighed and gave up all control. 

"I can feel your ass wants more. Am I right,boy?" Booz asked and rotated his thick finger even more.

"Yes. Please, daddy!"

"Good boy. Do you want to be our bitch? Will you do everything we order as our slave for the day? Answer me, faggot, and then we can move on." Booz grabbed his crotch, emphazising "Tell us, cunt? Do you want our cocks or don't you?" With these words he inserted a second fonger into the wet hole.

For a brief moment Alcaraz gulped a breath of air. Opening his mouth, just about to say "no" as the drug-clouded straight part of his mind adviced him his gaze first dropped to Booz' crotch then to Marco who was standing anked just a few feet away from him. He couldn't bring himself to answer so he just nodded weakly, his mouth still hanging open.

"Hah! What did I tell you pal," Booz said triumphantly, "This is just a week little fag! With a little help from the white powder they all get hard for my big cock. And once they tasted the chocolate they never get back to normal! It's time to get this little cocksucker to work. I've been walking this godforsaken humid streets of this city for too long without a bitch to suck my meat." He grabbed Alcaraz' shoulders and pushed him down on to the floor. His strong hands grasped the tennis pro's head, and guided it to his crotch, rubbing his face into his white boxers.

"So, you like sniffing your dad's dirty briefs?” Booz mocked. “I knew you're gonna love this, kid. Get your face deep up in my boxers!"

The scent was intoxicating -- sweaty, a little spicy, an overtone of precum. Alcaraz soon felt like being in heaven, tracing the outlines of his new daddy's cock through the fabric with his tongue.

"Yeah, boy, I would have bet seeing you at Wimbledon you are a little slut for all kinds of cock! But you prefer black!"

Alcaraz could only nod and then grabbed the waistband of the boxers and tugged them down releasing his cock, which was hard as iron and leaking a large amount of pearly white precum. It slapped in his face when it popped free of the elastic waistband, leaving a sticky trail of precum across his face.

Booz' cock was really beautiful, thick and veiny, and an amazing dark espresso color like the rest of his skin with the biggest purple head he ahd ever seen. Putting it in his mouth it almost felt like I was trying to suck on his own fist, but is jaw soon adjusted and he was able to slide his pouty lips further down the shaft. He sucked at his black daddy's swelling tool and worked to coat it with his saliva.

His hand on the back of Alcaraz' head got more insistent and forceful each time he slid more of this monster dick into his throat, and soon Booz had a fistful of Alcaraz' hair and was pumping his head up and down while he fucked his face. Carlos Alcaraz gagged and sputtered, still loving every minute of it, his prick spurting precum dripping onto Booz' naked feet every time the thick dick was thrust into his throat.

„Looks like sombody's eager to be used! A whore like you can fit two cocks in his mouth!“ Booz stated and made a sign to Marco to join in. The muscled photografer stood next to Booz and soon they were making out in earnest as both their cocks presses down Alcaraz' throat, pushing him over the edge.

The act of being completely dominated was getting Alcaraz more aroused, and they both took hold of his head, forcing him down on their rock hard poles until he began to choke out of breath. That didn't bother them so they began fuck his mouth even harder. Occasionally they stopped and withdrew their cocks to slap the boy's face with it, smearing his cheeks and forehead with precum and spit while he gasped for breath.

"That's it bitch, keep sucking. Take our meat down your cock-sucking throat. Yeah, keep it up fag. That's how real men taste!" Marcos urged him on while his ball sack slapped against his right cheek.

After ten minutes of this routine, they both started pumping faster and their hairy balls grew tighter clasping at Alcaraz' spit-dripping chin. Booz was first, letting out a low scream, he pumped four loads of hot milky cum into the boy's mouth, coating his tongue and lips. Marco felt the warm cum around his shaft and also shot a few loads down Alcaraz' mouth and another few onto his face, just to mark and humiliate him.

"Now that's how you use a real fag," exclaimed Marcos to Booz, who stared wide eyed at the jizz-covered face in amazement. "He is such a perverted pig,the slut's getting off on it!" he said, gesturing at the hard-on, which was throbbing between his legs.

"You know what this fag needs a little more of our dicks!" Booz asked Marcos rhetorically. "Look at his face, he's practically begging for a good deep dicking of his cunt. Isn't that right," he said, addressing Alcaraz.

"Yes, I want to be deeply fucked, I want you both tp breed me with your daddy-sperm!" Carlos Alcaraz muttered, meaning every word of it, but still being embarrassed to be admitting it to the two daddys.

"OK, good, cause you're going to get our big fat cocks up your ass," Booz said. "Now get down and ride your daddy Marcos!"

Alcaraz obeyed and after Marcos laid on his back on the floor he straddled him and pushed his ass onto the hot dick. Booz then grabbed his legs lifting them up so his torso fell backwarfs onto Marco's chest, pushing them further up until his knees were pressing against his chest, exposing his asshole that was still clenched around Marcos' glistening dick. The thick hair of Marcos' chest tickled Alcaraz's back and he giggled. He bent his head backwards and inserted his tongue into the hot photografer's mouth, kissing him with deep passion and perverted lust. 

"Nothing like a nice tight ass to make my day," Booz said, spitting on his pulsating cock, and pushing his cock into the already occupied ass, leaning into it, until his rod was buried deep next to Marcos'. As Alcaraz felt both their pubic hair brushing his crack he thought he would split in two. The day before he had been double penetrated, but his hole didn't have had time to relax. And those two monsters inside him were much bigger than the ones yesterday. Booz and Marcos thrust their cocks in and out, varying the speed and length of the strokes, but continuing their merciless pumping in and out of the helpless butt as they fucked their new toy senseless.

„Ooooohhhh, mmmhhhhnnnn, aaaaahhhhrgghhh!“ Alcaraz winced from the ferocity of the assault, but couldn't help from moaning in uncontrollable pleasure at the same time. The pain of the fucking and the pleasure of being dominated by those strong sexy studs and being their sextoy was almost too much to bear for him. His ass was gradually expanding to accommodate the two invaders, and his own cock was spilling precum like a faucet.

The two daddys were alternating between long thrusts, quick short thrusts, and then back to long-dicking him in unision as he whimpered quietly. His ass was soon loose and slippery, easily taking the abuse that Marcos and Booz were claiming on him. Then Booz bent down and pressed his tongue between Alcaraz' lips that were easily parting as he was returning the kiss, sucking on the large rough tongue in his mouth, drinking the saliva, that was changed between them. This erotic contact was enough to send him over the edge, as he was pumping a load of cum onto his stomach running down in rivers over his slim sixpack abs.

"Fuck yeah fill me up daddies .. fuuuuuck" Alcaraz screamed and as he was coming, his ass tightened around the two daddy's cocks, and they too climaxed at the same time, dumping their warm, sticky load deep inside his bowels. They all could feel the big amount of cum coating the inside of his ass as they pulled out.

"Damn, that was one good fuck, the best whore I ever had! Wouldn't mind to keep her forever!" Booz said emphatically as Alcaraz lay still and exhausted on his back, breathing hard, and totally aware that he was practically drenched in jizz-on his face, his stomach, in his touseled hair, and up his abused ass.

„Now clean daddy Marcos' precious cock, slut!“ Marcos ordered and obidiently Alcaraz turned around and began licking the softening shaft clean of the mixed sperm and assjuices.

Silently Booz was walking closer to them and aimed his cock at the sucking lips. Booz' warm piss was hitting Marcos' cock and Alcaraz' face and tongue. Carlos Alcaraz lifted his mouth off the cock and looked to his left where he felt his daddy's piss coming from. He just opened his mouth putting the hot pissing cock in his mouth. He swallowed everything he could, but it just was too much and too fast so the piss began leaking out of his mouth, down his chin and dripping on Marcos' body. 

"Fuck yeah, slut, drink daddy's hot salty piss" daddy Booz was telling him. "Thats it, u little twat! Drink it all up. Cummon swallow!"

Alcaraz gulped down Booz' piss, only for his mouth to refill with hot yellow liquid again and again. After what seemed like an eternity his stream of piss eased, and his mouth filled half way.

Before he could swallow again Booz shouted at him: "Don't swallow, keep it in your mouth."

The rough way he was talking to him was really turning Carlos Alcaraz on. He wanted to be his property, his slave, his toilet, wanted to please him in every way he could, do what ever his dirty mind wanted. So he was holding the piss in his mouth, sending his taste bids into overdrive.

"Fuck yeah, that's what I fucking like! Knew it once I saw you, you would be a good afternoon delight!" Booz grinned as he came down, making out with Alcaraz, sharing the taste of his piss on his tongue swapping spit and piss.

Carlos Alcaraz had reached a place he had never been before in this sexual frenzy. His head was swimming with lust and his heart was pounding like a hammer. The room smelled of man sex as Booz bent down to kiss his hot new boy-toy. Alcaraz sucked Booz' rough tongue deep into his mouth moaning deep and hard as Booz forced his dirty tongue deeper and harder in his hungry mouth. Locked together they sucked and swapped the hot piss spit back and forth until Booz pulled away slowly and a thick rope of spit hung from his mouth. Alcaraz lifted his mouth up and sucked it all back swallowing greedily.

„Now it's my turn, babe!“ Marcos said and tore the body next to him pressing the face into his groin. Alcaraz soon was rewarded with a long thick stream of strong yellow piss. He swallowed the raunchy man juice and kept his eyes fixed on Marcos as he let the sexy photographer fill his mouth.

"Oh yeah baby, you look so hot drinking my piss" the older stud whispered as the Tennis-Pro began gulping, his mouth quickly filled again with warm piss shooting from the stiff cock. Piss began to foam up in the boys mouth as Marcos' stream grew in force. Alcaraz gulped and then started soaking his hair aiming the pissing cock all over his face and head.

"Oh fuck yeah, daddy's piss all over my face, fuck I love the smell of your heavy strong piss!" Alcaraz was getting into a raging sex buzz from the yellow man juice and the sex-smell in the air. Marcos watched the young athlete, his mouth watered as his piss ran down the young man's hard olive body soaking his light dark hair and cock giving his whole skin a golden shine.

Running his hands over his soakes body Alcaraz looked at Booz and begged him to piss on both of them. " Piss on us daddy!“ he plead and as the stream started to rain down on them he sdreamed „Oh fuck yeah! I love your raunchy piss daddy! It is soaking our skins! Please keep pissing all over us. Worship us with your waste!“

Alcaraz was in a climax of a sex crazed frenzy and Marcos wanted to see how fucking dirty he could get. With his fingers he opened the boy's mouth and watched as Booz' stream filled his raunchy eager mouth. Then he bent up and the two kissed deep and long, swapping the fresh piss and running their hands over each others hard piss drenched bodies.

After the second piss-stream slowed down all three of them stood up. Booz pulled both the others close, getting them into one of the the hottest three-way make out sessions he ever had getting a taste of all the scents of Alcaraz's ass, their sweat, piss and cum.

“See you at the party tonight, bitch!” Booz declared, giving Alcaraz an encouraging slap on the ass. “I expect you to keep my babies inside you until then. When I'm in the mood for a second helping, I want to find a warm, lubricated hole! Do you understand that?"

Alcaraz blushed, but nodded and grabbed his clothes to quickly leave the photo studio. He could still hear the two men laughing entering the street in front of the house. 

--

Before Carlos Alcaraz left the hotel, he checked his outfit in the mirror. He smiled, his effect as a woman magnet was back. He had styled his hair fashionably and after an intensive shower with a peeling glove he felt completely refreshed and clean. Only in his rectum was he still aware that he had obeyed his fucker and not flushed out the sperm. His legs were dressed in tight-fitting black suit trousers made of slightly shiny material, the trouser legs ending just above his ankles. He wore black moccasins with a patent leather look and a white perforated linen shirt with a lace pattern, so that his brown skin shimmered through the various patterns. A belt with a striking round gold buckle completed the outfit at the center, while a gold chain with a tennis racket pendant dangled around his neck in the shirt's open lapels.

“Sexy guy!” he murmured to his reflection and snapped his fingers. He reached for the eau de toilette and sprayed a strong whiff of the expensive scent onto his skin and clothes.

Half an hour later he arrived at the party location. Already at the entrance he noticed the many hot girls in the queue, dressed in the shortest skirts and with large necklines to emphasize their beautiful breasts. He exchanged looks that were blithely returned. As a celebrity, he was of course able to skip the queue and took advantage of this by asking two particularly hot women if they wanted to accompany him in without having to wait. The two influencers happily agreed and each of them linked arms with one side of him. He confidently walked up the stairs with them and entered the hall where the party was already in full swing. Below them was the dance floor, which was packed to capacity. He took his conquests Fiona and Barb to the bar and ordered a bottle of Moét & Chandon Rosé Imperial. 

While they drank he flirted as if he had spent years in prison. He was probably trying to suppress his insecurities about the gay events of the last day. From time to time one of them would brush her breasts against his upper arms or, as if by chance, brush his cock with her hands. For him, this was a sign that he would end up in the arms of at least one of them that evening and regain his masculinity.

As they drank the last glass of the bottle, a man pushed past them and bumped into Fiona, sending her glass-first body crashing into the tennis star's chest and spilling the contents all over his chest and his white shirt.

“Oh my God,” the stranger apologized. “Clumsy me. Of course I’ll pay for it!”

“No problem,” Carlos Alcaraz tried to calm him down and, above all, get rid of him so that he could continue flirting. “I’ll just order a new bottle, the old one was empty anyway!”

“The champagne is on me!” The stranger offered and Carlos only now looked him in the eyes. He saw a man with a broad smile, bright white teeth that sparkled through the dark roots of his beard. Short dark hair and big brown eyes completed the perfect picture. Although most of the people in the room were dressed more formally, he wore a black sequined tight-fitting muscle shirt that draped his torso like body painting and combat boots.

"Where do I know you from!" asked Carlos. “I’m sure I know your face, but I can’t place it!”

“Javier!” the stranger introduced himself, “Javier Yeste, Mr. Gay Spain 2023. And coincidentally like you from Murcia!” He held out his hand in greeting and Carlos took it. 

As their hands touched, Alcaraz felt an electric tingle in his palm that spread to his penis, which immediately became rigid. Something about this man was so incomprehensibly attractive and erotic. Alcaraz didn't feel Javier slowly pulling him towards him until he could whisper in his ears: “I saw a bunch of pictures of you, everything you did yesterday. Come with me and I would like to deepen your experience a lot!”

Javier felt a twitch go through Alcaraz, but the tennis player didn't let go of his hand and even put his cheek against Javier's bearded chin and purred like a kitten.

“Ladies, sorry, but we have to save the shirt, the rosé urgently needs to be washed out!” Javier apologized to Fiona and Barb and pulled Alcaraz up the stairs to the toilets.

On the way up he produced a small vial from a pocket. They each took a couple of hits and the rush was immediate.

"That should get you flying for a while, baby," stated Javier.

Still in the corridor Javier pulled Alcaraz close and stuck his tongue down his throat before forcing Alcaraz' face in to his sweaty hairy pits. Alcaraz soon was licking the damp hair as if his life depended on savouring the sweat in them. Between the champagne, the drugs and the spicy odour emanating from Javier's pits, Alcaraz' head was in a delirious whirl. He then willingly allowed Mr Gay Spain to guide him to the luckyly empty men's room.

Javier pressed Alcaraz's back against the wall of the urinal and tore open his discolored shirt so that the buttons flew. Then he pressed his juicy lips onto the tennis star's and explored the area of ​​his mouth with his aggressive tongue. During the kiss, images of the two girls flickered through Alcaraz's brain, and for a brief moment he came to his senses and tried to push the attacker away.

Javier couldn't accept this rejection and pushed Alcaraz to the ground, causing one of his expensive moccasins to slip into the urinal gutter. Mr. Gay Spain took off his muscle shirt and exposed his hairy torso. After the election, he seemed to have let nature take its course. He stepped back further into an open stall.

Javier pulled down his jeans and took place on the toilet. There he was hairy like a wolf and hung like a horse and pointing his index finger to the floor between his legs.

“That's where you belong, whore!” he commanded. “Kneel in front of your new king and worship him!”

And sure enough he was sitting there like a king on his throne, the scepter between his legs long and upright with a large red pomegranate at the top. He looked so fucking hot sitting on that toilet that Alcaraz couldn't prevent from crawlimg over to him, ruining his designer pants in the dirt on the floor. He could have creamed just staring at this Man, so arrogant and selfish and yet somehow soft and romantic.

There he was, famous Carlos Alcaraz, kneeling on a dirty toilet floor between the legs of a stranger and staring at his glistening cock and demanding face. It made Alcaraz feel like all his power and selfesteem had been taken from him. He felt like a man with no pride, and still it made the blood in his cock pulse. Alcaraz could smell stale piss from the floor and the porceline bowl as Javier grabbed his head and pulled his face back. 

“It's time to fulfill my promise!” he said and pointed his dick at Alcaraz' face. “Let's wash out the spilled Rosé!” And with these words his flow started and soaked the slighjtly pinkish ripped shirt around Alcaraz' shoulders in his yellow piss. There he was, his designer pants drenched in a puddle of piss, kneeling in front of this godlike man, forgetting everything about the girls downstairs, his only object of desire was this cock, that was emptying its contents on him. 

Placing his hand on the softening cock it felt a little bit like rubber, Alcaraz felt what was possibly the biggest cock he'd ever felt until now. It even surpassed the one of Booz. He could barely get his fingers around the girth and trying to get it in his mouth he was struck with the strong aroma of unwashed masculinity. It was an intoxicating elixir of sweat, piss, and pure, manly funk. Alcaraz inhaled the scent and it made him light headed like a few minutes ago sniffing poppers; it made his cock leak precum.

Javier's huge cock stuck straight up from between his hairy legs, and as Alcaraz wrapped his lips around it to save the last of the pissflow for his tastebuds, he was lost in this sensation for good.

Alcaraz slipped his right hand between Javier's legs, allowing his middle finger to poke at his seductive hole. He could feel that this hole was surrounded by thick pubic hair, and it felt sweaty but soft to the touch. Javier groaned as Alcaraz fingered him, and his hole opened a bit, allowing him to push his finger even deeper. As Alcaraz slowly pulled his finger out, he could feel some desired wetness on his finger and guided it to the tip of his nose. The smell was intoxicating and he took a big whiff to inhale the beautiful stench.

"Do you like that smell?" Javier said and pulled Alcaraz' head off his cock so he was staring in his lustful eyes. Then Javier put his own hand between his legs fingering his hole a little bit with two fingers. Then he pulled them out, and pointed both fingers toward the knelling athlete's nose. "Smell it you perv!", he ordered.

Alcaraz leaned his head forward and sniffed at the finger that was glistening wet with a kind of a yellowish brown. His mind told him that he was being degraded by this man as he smeared the wet finger under the athlete's nose. But he didn't care. All he could think of at that moment was serving this king, sniffing his unwashed armpits, sucking his cock, drinking his piss or smelling his waste on his face. It was an incredible feeling to just surrender.

"Suck me more", Javier ordered, and Alcaraz took obidiently the rancid cock back into his mouth. A few moments later Javier farted into the toilet. The fart was so loud that its ingredients probably were coating the inside of the toilet. Alcaraz inhaled and breathed it in deeply, completely lost in its smell and Javier smiled at the piglet before him. He just kept on sucking his king as the stench of his fart escaped the toilet bowl and crept up his nostrils.

"Aw, shit yeah!" Javier groaned. "Lick it bitch ... suck it. Fucking suck on my cock, you useless twat! You think you are a celeb, but all you are is a cumrag, a whore, a toilet for real men's waste! Oh fuck yeah, bitch, you just drank my rank, hot piss you fucking nasty toilet whore. Fucking scum bag."

As he was close to cumming Javier screamed "You fucking cunt boy pig. Take this stud's seed boy. I'm gonna mark you and make you mine, fucking whore!" He picked up the pace as Alcaraz moaned loudly and he fucked his face fiercely the toilet seat clattering underneath is rising ass. He knew he was close when he grabbed Alcaraz' head and impaled him fully and held him there. "Yeah, bitch, that's my Gay Spain winner load! You fucking pig whore. You took my piss and now my cum. I now own you bitch. Do you like that, being my personal piglet?"

Without further warning, Javier's cock exploded in Alcaraz' mouth, his cum spurting over and over again into his throat as if he had saved it for weeks. He pulled out, and continued to spurt in his face and hair. He wiped his cock across the celeb's face and smeared his cum on his cheeks, eyebrows and lips, coating them with his glistening jizz.

Just then there was an authoritative knocking on the stall door. „Open up or I'll bust the door!“ a deep voice demanded.

Alcaraz carefully unlocked the door and there was Carlos Boozer with a younger blond guy he was holding at his collar as if he was hanging like a puppet.

„Told you I would come for seconds!“ Booz growled and pushed the blond guy to the floor. „Look what I found on the dancefloor, some white trash molesting those poor little girls. Meet my new treasure, Carlo Holse! Thought another famous athlete would brighten the evening for us. You in Yeste?“

The blond Dane was lying on the floor his hand in the puddle of piss next to Alcaraz. His white shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms was already soaking up some piss. He saw Javier Yeste rising from the toilet and making his way out of the stall.

"I saw you two coming in here," laughed Booz and whispered to Alcaraz, "and I thought I'd come and join the party."

Grinning Booz ordered the danish soccer star to clean Alcaraz' face with his tongue. The straight stud hesitated and was therefore punished with the sole of the left boot in his groin. Then after he understood that there was no way out he crwaled over and began licking each and every glob of Javier's spunk off of Alcaraz' face, and then somehow was overwhelmed by this eyperience he stuck his tongue down the tennis-pro's throat, moaning and slurping on the mixture of cum, spit and piss.

Javier grinned. He loved blonds and this danish guy was a totally hot – despite looking a little too clean-cut for his tastes ... Still, you never could tell what kinks people were in to, at least after a bit of discipline and training. 

„He may be a top alpha stud, but in just a few minutes he will be transformed to a totally perverted slut!“ Javier thought and ordered with a leer. "Take off my boots, cunt."

24 year old Carlo knew he had no choice. Even though he was muscular and trained regularly with weights, Boozer was simply stronger,. He had noticed that when the basketball player had grabbed him on the dance floor. In this giant's hands he had felt like a match that could be broken with two fingers. And in a way, that feeling of helplessness and submission had made him horny. So he tugged on the laces to loosen them up and took off the heavy combat boot size 12 of Javier's first foot. Carlo kept his eyes locked on Javier as he raised the boot to his face and took a long, deep breath, savouring the delicious stink.

"Breathe up that funk, kink boy," ordered Javier, groping his own naked crotch and pressing his socked foot into Carlo's face next to the stinking boot. "Sniff up all of that funky stink. I've been wearing these fucking socks for days straight waiting for a little raunchy foot fag like you to suck 'em clean."

Carlo Holse was near delirious with the intoxicating smell of the man's foot and grabbed hold of Javier's ankle feeling the thick hair at his calves and the wetness of the drenched sock as he slurped and sucked all over the toes, sole and heel of that magnificent, stinking foot.

Meanwhile Booz was making out with Alcaraz, grinding his sweaty body at the tennis player's. "Yeah, boy," said Booz, "you got daddy so fucking hot. You were the hottest fucking ass in this club. You got the girls all looking you over, getting their twats wet for you. And now you're here, servicing our raunchy fantasies, sucking our fucking dicks! I'm gonna breed you, having this blond slut being witness of your downfall before he himself will give his ass to us to transform it into the cunt it has to be!"

Alcaraz gasped with joy as he suddenly felt the head of Booz' massive prick butt up against his asshole that still contained his former load. Still sucking on Javier's stinking sock Carlo Holse watched in disbelieve how easy the bis monster cock slid into the famous stars ass and how satisfied the once straight tennisstar seemed.

"Yeah, you feel that slave boy? Feel your daddy's dick easing its way inside you? Yeah? Fucking it's way deep inside you?"

Alcaraz' hole snapped around the massive dark mushroom head and he groaned as he felt the fat monster ease its way deeper and deeper inside of him. He opened his body entirely to the advancing penis. All resistance was lost as he visibly accepted his fate and realized his life's purpose of being able to fully accommodate any man's hard penis deep into his body and give pleasure to them.

Somehow he was able to mutter a few babbled words "Daddy, please fuck me like the slut I am. Give it to me with full deep strokes of your magnificent penis. Please take my body for your pleasure as it is built to belong to you and allow me to surrender to your masculinity as a real man."

With those words of encouragement, Booz proceedséd to fuck his wet gaping, needy ass with full deep strokes of his monstrous cock. From time to time he withdrew his penis all the way out of Alcaraz' cock loving ass only to plunge in again with furiousity, full length, balls deep making his slut scream out of breath.

This is repeated over and over again until Alcaraz was reduced to a quivering mass underneath him, basking in the glory of pure sexual abuse and surrender. The tennisstar began moaning, groaning, gasping, screaming, crying out and whimpering, his sounds echoing in the toilet room from the tiles.

"I'm going to breed you, and fill you with my baby seed. You'll be my devoted possession forever."

Alcaraz managed to babble "I want you to breed me, I'm addicted to your seed. Make me a junky for your fuckstick, daddy! Fill my womb deep with your babys and I'll carry them out!" Booz' hard cock, which was fully embedded into his wanting ass, had now become the center of his universe, but still he eyed the even larger penis of Javier, craving to be also taken and filled by this dick. 

„You're a fucking celebrity, a pro-athlete, Wimbledon winner, but you'll get on your knees for anyone, instead of showing some pride! If you see or smell natural real men you open your holes to suck their juices! I saw you in that club, faggot. I saw your eyes already sucking any cock that was there even while you were talking to the girls as an alibi. You wished they all would have waved their big spurting dicks in your fucking face, bitch!“

Booz pushed in with such force ramming his fat 12 inch cock in balls deep in one stroke causing Alcaraz to gasp with the pain.

As he fucked him hard and fast Alcaraz screamed "Yes, DADDY!. Make me your pussy, please. Punish my ass with that giant cock of yours, SIR! URRGGHH! Harder, please, rip my ass open with that monster, DDDDAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!"

Booz was pounding his slut like a pile driver now and verbally abusing him: "Yeah, bitch, people down there were looking at you ... how many of them know you are a dirty cocksucker, how many have seen footage of you getting some good fuck meat stuffed up your ass? How many know you love man smells, dirty underwear with skidmarks and stale piss? 30 % or even 60?" He could feel Alcaraz pushing back onto his cock and he let loose again, fucking the shit out of him.

"Ohhh FUUUUCK, fuck my hole ... mmmm fuckkk, daddy" everyone could hear Alcaraz moaning and Carlo Holse's eyes opened wide as Javier pushed two wet fingers in his virgin hole while they were both watching the show.

„You also want that thing up your ass, golden boy?“ Javier asked the danish athlete. „I would love to break you in myself, but I don't want to ruin your sweet tight hole before Booz had his fun. He's big, but I am the cuntmaker!“

All Carlo Holse could do was stare at Alcaraz being in oblivion getting his brain fucked out. „Make.... me.... a.... cunt!“ was all he could moan.

By now Javier knew, the boy wouldn't run away so he moved over to Booz and Alcaraz, sticking his hard cock into Alcaraz' moaning mouth. He leaned over to Booz, taking him into a passionate kiss while they fucked Alcaraz from both ends muffling his moans. A few strokes later Javier looked Booz deep in the eye and he knew what was to come and nodded agreement. So Mr. Gay Spain pulled out of Alcaraz' mouth and positioned his cock behind Booz. He put his fingers in his own mouth, spit on this hand, then shoved his fingers into Booz' ass. He lubed up his black ass as best he could before he shoved his cock deep into him, right up to the pubes first shot.

"OHHH FUUUUCK" Booz screamed but not in pain. Javier turned his head around, stopping his screaming by shoving his tongue deep into his mouth.

„Remember that destroyer?“ Javier asked after he broke the kiss. „It's been a while now since I bred you first time. I was your first, your last, your everything!“ 

"Ohh fuuuuck me" Booz moaned as he himself was still slamming Alcaraz' ass. They got into a perfect rhythm so Booz was slamming Alcaraz' ass and Javier was slamming the former basketball-pro.

"Uuuuhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" Booz yelled, leaning his head back onto Javier's shoulder, closing his eyes, and unloading his cum deep into Alcaraz' ass.

"Yeah fuck" Javier growled and he shoved his cock as far as he could go into Carlos Boozer, unloading his seed deep into him, shot after shot after shot.

They went over to Carlo Holse who was totally gone and turned him on his belly, ripped down his pants so his bare pale ass was facing up,

"Pull open your cheeks," Booz commanded in a very authorytive tone. "I want to see that nice little virgin hole. Promise you saved yourself for me! Come on, you fuckin' danish cunt. Pull `em open!“ Holse slowly and afraid separated his ass cheeks with his hands, and Booz looked down, studying the pink rosebud.

"Oh, yeah! That's a nice little hole. Still tight, but oh so soon a sloppy cunt. When I use my devirginizer on you, you'll be having asswalls like jellyfish afterwards!" Booz lovingly rubbed his long index finger against Holse's puckered opening, stroking it back and forth deviding the asslips a little more than the blond jock was already doing. Then he spit on his finger, and moved it back to his hole, sticking that fat dark finger in the forbidden place where no man had ever gone before.

"You're hurting me," Holse cried but moaned. Is tormentor didn't answer but spat again a couple of times on his fingers just to enter the hole with two fingers.

"What a tight little cunt you have, blondy. I just can't wait till I feel that nice hot little pussy wrapping itself around my thick black dick and squeezing it. You're gonna do that for me, boy, aren't you? You're gonna wrap that nice virgin pussy around my dick and squeeze it until I shoot my load inside you?"

Suddenly Carlo Holse felt the tip of that enormous dick replacing the fingers at the entrance of his hole. He could feel the hot flesh resting on his ass cheeks. Then Booz lifted himself a little and aimed his shlong down at the tight opening and pushed, pushed really hard. By the look in his face it must have hurt Holse a lot but Booz was forcing his dick in further, down the dry passage, scraping his tender insides. He wanted to hurt the blond jock so he would never forget his first time and he knew, the more it hurt the better it would feel afterwards when the pain changed to pleasure.

Booz' cock felt monstrous and he was spearing the soft ass with it. Then he gave one final shove all the way down and dove in to his pubes. His balls hit those of the danish athlete, and his hairy sack also rubbed against his tender ass cheeks.

"Aaarrgghhhh, please stop, it hurts!" Holse screamed in pain and tears formed in his eyes.

"Shut up, you twat. I wanna enjoy this and don't bother about you." Booz now began a more subtle motion pushing in and circling his cock inside the new torn cunt. He was fucking him in every angle and speed, alternating every few seconds. His cock was moving around inside Holse's asshole, feeling its way around, explorng it.

"Squeeze it for me, babe.“ he finally ordered. „Squeeze that pussy around my big dick. Oh, yeah! You know you like that. That's it. Love big ole daddy's big black dick in your ass."

And it was true, Carlo Holse was starting to love it. He wanted to ignore the strange feelings but somehow it was so hard not to love the cock that was filling out his ass and touching a spot inside him he didn't know yet. The pain had long since departed, and it felt so good now!

"Spread your legs wider, boy. Let me see your boypussy." Booz and Holse heard Javier's order to Alcaraz who was bent head first over the used toilet. He now could see clearly the brown skidmarks and splatter of Javier's earlier wet fart, his nose just touching the white rim of the seat.

Alcaraz was bent over holding on to the toilet seat and stepped his legs further apart. His tight pink anus looked inviting so Javier pressed the knob of his thick cock against his hole. He flinched as the bulbous head touched his anus but knew exactly what was coming. Javier pushed his sextoy's face deeper in the toilet bowl before cramming his cock into his hole that was perfectly lubed with Booz' cum.

"Shiiiittt!" Alcaraz yelped the cock being larger than he would have thaught.

"Calm down, your hole can take it raw! I don't even have to spit on it, with all that cum you got rolling around in your ass," he commented. And as he began working in and out, Alcaraz could hear loud liquid sucking sounds coming from inside his rectum.

Patience was not Javier's strength although he had been waiting all evening for this fuck. As he felt Alcaraz' knees buckling slightly he adjusted himself before pushing all of his cock into him. His heavy balls now rested against the softness of his lower ass cheeks. Javier pressed in a little more so he got Alcaraz' body groaning uselessly below him into the toilet as he began to fuck in and out.

His ass tunnel shuddered, trying to spit out his cock, but in vain. 

"Don't fight it, boy, just relax." Javier adviced.

"I can't help it, sir. Your cock is so fuckin' thick."

Hearing that only made Javier's cock throb inside him. He continued fucking him hard, and after a while he could feel the ring of his hole expanding to try to accommodate him.

"Do you feel that, boy?" he huffed harshly into his ear. "That is a real man's cock, deep in your hole. And down there is a real man's skid marks, smell them, let them get in your brain like parasites. Feel how the stench is becoming part of your new world!“"

"Yes, sir!" Alcaraz squeaked and Javier heard him take deep breaths inside the bowl.

He gave him a few more long dicking jabs then holding his back, he rammed him a few times really hard, his steellike cock thrusting in and out of his hole. His fingers dug into his warm, soft ass as he firmly gripped Alcaraz' cheeks.Carlos Alcaraz could only cling to the toilet for dear life as he was fucked like a rag doll. Javier now fucked him with all his might, giving his hole a really good workout. He adjusted his grip around his waist as he pounded him hard, his fingers digging deep into his soft young skin. Sweat poured from both of them, as Javier couldn't hold back any longer, flooding Alcaraz' ass with the third load of the day to mix with Booz'. He dumped his Murcia-seed deep into his boypussy. There was so much of it, Alcaraz could probably feel his fresh warm sperm running down the walls of his bowel and fighting its way through the already deposited mass of Booz' babys. Javier left his spent cock inside Alcaraz as a reminder that he wasn't finished yet.

„Wait, what are you...?“ Alcaraz tried to say but was interrupted.

Javier held the broken athlete even tighter and pushed his head even deeper so the skin was touching the smeared porcelain. "Shut up bitch," he shouted "be a good toilet, and take it".

Then Alcaraz felt liquid warmth spread through his guts, "Oh my god, you're pissing in me!". 

"Yeah baby, I'm pissing in my new toilet." Javier stated, "and I assume you like being my toilet don't you slut?"

"Yes my king, I love being your devoted toilet."

Satisfied Javier finished draining his bladder into the boy's already cum filled rectum and then took the filthy toilet brush from the corner and the second his cock slipped from the hole pushed it in as to put a cork on a bottle to not spill out.

„Keep it all in there, it will be of good use!“ he ordered and turned around to Booz who was fucking the delirious mess of blond Carlo Holse into a dumb shortbread.

By now Holse had clasped his legs around Booz' slim seweaty waist and had reached his arms around pressing his palms on Booz' asscheeks to pull him into his hole even further.

When he did that, Booz came over the edge. "Oh yea, blondy, you're such a slut. Embrace me. Let me fuck you with my big cock. Once you tasted big black cock you'll never get enough of it, I promise! What a nice little white ass you got."

At that point Holse screamed out his extasy and shot a big load from his erect penis right into his own open mouth. He began to swallow but before he could Booz lowered his head and kissed him fantastically on and in his mouth. He was licking the blond boy's semen from the walls and roof of his mouth, playing with the jizz inside his oral cavity.

With his mouth glued to Holse's, suddenly he roared directly into his throat. "Uuuhhrrgghhhhh, cmmmmmmnnnnggg." His body tensed as his crotch spasmed and his hot juice shot way deep into Holse in more than half a dozen forceful creamy spurts. 

"Oh, blondy," he moaned affectionately. "That was so terrific. You're such a perfect piece for our worldwide collection! Now that you're initiated you are part of our frat!"

With his ass bred for the first time Booz dragged Carlo Holse over to where Alcaraz was lying on the floor his tiny dick sticking straight up in the air from watching the hot action. Carlo's used ass was then positioned just above the head of Alcaraz' dick so he was squatting above the tennisplayer. Javier was now holding Holse's legt arm while Booz was holding the right one carrying him as he was only toudhing the ground with his feet and his weight hovering over the new cock. Counting down from three they both gave the body free and Carlo Holse sank down on Aslcaraz' pole, his moist hole gliding all the way to his pupes. It was an easy entry after Booz had widened the danish hole for good. They both watched as Holse first sat there with unbelieve. But once the tennis-pro's cock broke through, Holse was in heaven. He slowly began bouncing up and down on this in comparison to Booz' small but stiff cock slowly taking more in him. He was soon moaning like a bitch and grunting animalistic sounds.

Soon Holse beagn rocking his hips a little wilder, testing what could be the most pleasurable movement until finally after just about half a minute riding the tennis-pro with might, screaming his lust out. From time to time he gripped the handle of the toilet brush sticking out of Alcaraz' hole and twisted and turned it, slowly fucking the tennis star with this toy.

„Tell Alcaraz, what you want and what you are!“ Booz ordered and thereby kicked Holse in the side. „Do you enjoy being fucked in your pussy like a girl?“

"Yes. My pussy, my cunt, my fuckhole...please pound me like the little girl I am. I want it harder, faster...I wanted it deeper. I'm begging you to rip my pussy open! Oh god yes, fuck my pussy with your big cock. Drill your sissy. Oh yes, harder sir. Treat me like the slut I am. Oh my god, you all have made me such a slut, a mother-fucking slut. Oh yes, oh yes, I'm coming with a cock in my pussy, your whore is coming." screaming Carlo Holse lost all sense of reality and shot his load all over his abs. "Fill me with your cum while my two godly masters watch. Fill my womb with your spanish seed."

At the same time Booz and Javier began to piss a combined stream of their piss shot out and began hosing him down. The hot piss first sprayed against his chest and belly before they aimed for his hard dick and balls. Then they altered the direction and their piss began hitting Holse in the face before they aimed directly at his wide open mouth sending two heavy streams of thick yellow urine into Holse's gaping mouth.

"Yeah, swallow it, freak!" said Javier. "Swallow it, slave bitch!"

The two streams were just too heavy to take on even if Holse would have been a piss slut before. He gulped, swallowed, coughed, spluttered - all to the obvious delight of the two masters. After he got used to the taste they didn't need to order to swallow the mouthful of piss as Holse already was gulping down as if he was born a piss-slut. Rivulets of piss were raining down from his golden hair.

Having quite a lot of the piss dripping on his legs and chest, Alcaraz was so aroused that he shot his load deep into the soccer star riding him.

Once he had shot his load into Carlo Holse Javier ripped the blond stud away from Alcaraz and pressed him flat belly first to the tiled wall. Without any warning he stuck his stiff meat into his well lubed twat and began a furious fucking. He thrust his cock into him in one merciless thrust, driving into him until their bodies touched and he was presing his sweaty body against the blond jock feeling his heartbeat pumping fast, both us of them now frenzied with lust. He fucked him hard like that, slamming into his ass with as much force as he could manage. Finally, in an undescribable flood, he pumped his cum deep into Holse's sore ass, cumming for what seemed an eternity.

After a few seconds he pulled out and ordered to Alcaraz, "Come clean my new wife's pussy, cuckold!"

Knowing that there were three loads inside this just deflowered ass Alcaraz eagerly crawled between Holse's spread legs and buried his face in his cum-filled pussy and they all could hear slurping sounds as he was licking out the precious seed from deep within.

„Now let Holse have a taste of all our gifts!“ Javier said and pointed down on the floor. „Come on golden boy, lay down and let him empty his bowels in your face!“ 

Carlo Holse hesitated, it was a step too much for him, but Booz's grip on his nipples, which he twisted between his fingers as if he wanted to pull them off, helped him to obey again. He let his body slide to the floor his naked back touching the piss-wet floor. His eyes were open wide same as his mouth.

Alcaraz complied, squatting down still having the toilet brush in his cunt. Then Booz tore it out and he was releasing a strong flow of piss – of accumulated cum and piss. With his face turned upwards, opening his mouth even wider to swallow the piss directly, Carlo Holse was definitely a sight.

As Alcaraz' piss flow slowed to a stop Booz and Javier knew, he was still holding a big amount of their cocktail in his bladder. 

"Let it go, slave," commanded Booz, stickig two fingers into his hole widening it pullling them, out with a plop.

Alcaraz released a gushing torrent of his the piss and com all over the gasping danish athlete who, after a moment's surprise at being fed a cum and piss cocktail, started lapping and swallowing the perverted mix with eager delight.

"Spray all the cum in his face, fucker!" Booz yelled at Alcaraz. "Cream this pretty-boy faggot's fucking face all over!"

Alcaraz pressed and roared out as he blasted jet after jet of white cum straight into Holse's face, farting out all the cream and piss from this day. By the time the last anal spasm finished, Carlo Holse had cum dripping from his blond disheveled hair, off his nose and chin. His shoulders and chest were also covered in creamy glizz.

"Now clean him up, cunt," Javier snarled and pressed Acaraz' face down towards Holse's. "Lick off all this fucking cum and your stinking ass juice."

Alcaraz eagerly started licking, lapping at the stinking mass, licking Holse's neck up to his chin and cheeks, doing a thorough job of cleaning his face and upper body up. He was so excited by his task that he stuck his tongue up into Holse's mouth making out with the young jock.

Booz smacked the boy on the back of his head.

"Who the fuck told you you could make out with him?" he yelled and kicked him again. "Bitch! You're here on earth to clean up the mess w made not to find your own pleasure! Get your fucking head in that mass and do your job!"

Alcaraz scrambled to comply, eagerly sucking up the smelly mix from chest and even lapping it out of the stud's hair. 

Booz picked up the torn shirt from the floor and ordered Alcaraz to use it to mop the dirty floor and toilet bowl. “We don’t want the janitor to get a shock!”

Alcaraz obeyed and dipped his shirt in the water in the toilet, wiping the brown stains from the white porcelain and then picking up the slimy mass from the floor. His good shirt was soaking wet, it felt like one of the most disgusting cleaning rags he could imagine.

"Now get dressed, the party is over, unless you want to carry on on the dance floor like you are!" Javier laughed.

"But... I can't... this shirt...!" Alcaraz stammered, staring in disbelief at the discolored, smelly material in his hands.

“You're right, hooker, after such a good game it's time to swap jerseys!” Booz took Holse's top and handed it over to Alcaraz. “Give him your shirt!”

The two athletes stared at each other for a moment, then did as ordered and pulled each other's shirts on. Carlo Holse shivered briefly as he felt the wet, cold material on his skin, melting into his muscular body. Alcaraz felt pity for a brief moment, but at the same time was relieved that he himself was at least wearing a dry shirt, even if it was without buttons because they had been torn off. So the shirt hung open to the waistband, his abs and chest visible to everyone and the gold chain with the pendant in the shape of a tennis racket in the center.

“I'll take this as a souvenir!” Booz suddenly declared and reached for the expensive chain, which he placed around his massive neck. “If I want, I will take everything from you, your car, your house, your salary, your whole life, maybe from time to time your fiancé, do you understand that? You are my property until now!”

Alcaraz, still kneeling on the floor, his pants stained white and stinking from head to toe, looked up at Booz and nodded. The same procedure took place with Carlo Holse, from whom Booz took a ring, not to wear it, as it was far too small for his fingers, but to humiliate Holse.

They went back into the dance hall and tried to get to the exit as unnoticed as possible. Carlos Alcaraz felt absolutely humiliated as he had to walk past all the familiar faces smelling and dressed like a homeless person. Carlo Holse wanted to hide in a corner, his hair was caked with sperm and piss and the shirt he had to wear smelled like a cleaning rag from a train station toilet. Both were relieved that the light here at the edge was very dim.

Holse had planned an evening with his on and off girlfriend Sara Petric. As soon as they had arrived at the club, Carlos Boozer had grabbed him and he had left Sara alone on the dance floor. As he thought about how she would feel, they passed a VIP booth where she appeared to be having fun with Big Time Rush star Carlos Pena. One of his arms rested on her shoulder and his hand caressed her collarbone unabashedly. She seemed pretty drunk.

“Now look at that!” Booz teased. “You've barely been away having fun for an hour when she's already making out with someone else. Well, I guess that's called quid pro quo! You give up your cunt, then she can do it too!”

Holse briefly looked disappointed at his girlfriend and then wanted to intervene, but Booz stopped him.

“If you want, go over there, show your girlfriend what a slut you are, covered in piss and cock juice, fucked, pissed on and wrapped in a smelly shirt. Go over there, but I'm coming with you, show her who you belong to. Move over or forget it and let her enjoy another cock from a real man who can give her what you're missing!” With his hand on Holse's shoulder, Booz felt the urge to go to his girlfriend subside. Holse obediently followed the others and soon they were on the dark street and got into a taxi. 

Carlos Alcaraz, Javier Yeste and Carlo Holse sat in the back seat and while the taxi driver ignored the smell of the men - he was already used to some freaks in the big city - the two athletes leaned over to Javier in the middle of the back seat and began to drive him wild and kissing hard until they reached their destination.

“Come upstairs and we’ll fuck you until morning!” Javier suggested. “And we promise you, we’ll get Carlos Pena tomorrow as revenge for fucking your girlfriend!” 

The night in Javier's hotel room was an orgy that took place on the bed, in the shower, at the panoramic window of the balcony and at the balustrade outside. It was unbelievable for all four of them how often and quickly they got hard again and cummed again. It was a cumfest that united them together.