Carlossutra

This is a fictional story about sexual activity between consenting adult males which is in no way based on true events or the sexuality of any of the persons mentioned.

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It was a hot and humid day in Madrid, one of the stuffiest days of the year. The few people who ventured out into the street tried to wave some air at their faces through fans, but every blast of air was like a hot desert wind. From the shadow of one building to the next Carlos Alcaraz made his way through the dusty metropolis. He had traveled from his home in Murcia to Madrid the day before, where he was supposed to take part in a photo shoot for a new protein-shot called Pro-Tenns tomorrow.

The sports bag that contained the tennis racket with which he won at Wimbledon, as well as the trophy and a few signed tennis balls, was stuck to his skin whenever it touched him. Two young women in their mid-twenties came towards him, wearing short skirts, a crop top with their plump brown breasts spilling out, and high heels. He smiled at them and they smiled back briefly before their gaze changed, probably obsessively thinking about how they knew this hot guy. Then their paths crossed and he thought of Maria, his fiancée. Would he cheat on her if the two of them had stopped and talked to him? Would he have met them in their air-conditioned hotel rooms and fucked them to nirvana? His penis twitched briefly at the thought and became hard. After the photo shoot there would be a VIP party. There would be enough female fans with whom he could make out and have a hot fuck. He could wait one more day to empty his balls! He thaught so but things might also change. At least Maria didn't have to find out what was happening in Madrid. 

He moved on from the north through Fuencarral towards Gran Via. The heat on Calle de Hortaleza seemed to stand still, reflecting off the shop windows, not a single breeze reaching it. His T-shirt clung to his athletic body, the sleeves just barely covering his shoulder muscles. As he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he smelled the intense, masculine scent emanating from the black armpit hair that was pressed out at the edge of his t-shirt. He remembered his last victory at Wimbledon. He thought that he had not been sweating more after hours of professional tennis than he was now, as he made his way through the streets of Madrid, one block after another. 

Another creature of his desire came towards him on the other side of the street, long, seductive legs, full red lips and dark flowing hair. He couldn't see her eyes because they were hidden behind large, fashionable sunglasses, but her gaze definitely followed his. Not slowing down, he turned his head back and looked at her plump bottom. 

"I'm sorry!" Carlos apologized, staring at his ruined pants. He could not go to the shoot like this but didn't have anything to change.

“You are…” the stranger began and Carlos looked at him. “...Alcaraz!”

He nodded and looked straight into the brown eyes of the other one, who was almost as tall. Then he started to smile.

“And you are Carlos Soler! I love your game! Hard, aggressive and always full of energy!”

The soccer star held out his hand. “I'm happy to meet you in person, Carlos!”

“The joy is all mine, Carlos!” Both laughed like young schoolboys.

“I must have totally drenched you! Sorry!” Soler said with a mischievous grin on his face. "Where are you going?"

“I have a commercial shoot on Sol tomorrow so I just wanted to check the bed in my hotel for now!” Alcaraz replied, looking horrified at the white, thick splatters on his pants that started at the crotch and continued down to his knee.

“I will definitely look into replacing the pants. I won’t let you go any further like this!”

“Towards Sol is Corte Ingles, I can get something there. And here to the right is Decathlon!”

“Forget it, I know where you can get something good! The girls will go crazy for you!” Soler grabbed Alcaraz by the sweaty upper arm, not without briefly exploring his hard biceps with his fingers, and pulled him left into TOF Paris.

“Hey Diego, got a new client here for you. Can you show him the special stuff? He needs at least some new pants!” Soler seemed to know the guy, who was wearing an olive tank top. About 6'3" 235 lbs hairy chest and round pecs that looked awesome poking out of his tank top. His chest barreled out in front of him. His ab definition showed through the fabric of his tight tank top. This guy had to have less than 5% of body fat! The guy appeared to be in his late thirties, with dark wavy hair in the front cut short in military fashion at the sides and in the back. But his perfect olive skin made him look much younger. He had the most intense piercing green eyes under heavy eyebrows with dark long lashes Alcazar had seen so far. His strong jaw line with a swarthy three day old beard stubble like sandpaper gave him an added look of strength. He was well tanned all over.

Alcaraz somehow was drawn to this guy's bulging arms. They were massive and so well defined! His triceps poked out when he moved his arms. His biceps bulged as he pressed his hands to the top of the table and straightened his body even more as if he was posing. His rippled forearms showed off lean, thick muscles underneath all the hair whenever he moved his hands. Diego's upper arms had to be at least 26 inches. Somehow this vision of the guy in those sexy military clothes made Alcaraz' dick twitch inside the drenched pants.

Carlos Alcaraz always thought he would be one of the taller ones, but this guy almost completely filled the room and made him feel like a dwarf. He came around the counter and approached the two athletes. Under the shorts in camouflage style that clung to his butt like a second skin Alcaraz could now see those massive legs which were covered with the same swarthy curly hair as his chest. This guy definatly didn't skip leg days. These were the most powerful tree trunks of muscle he had ever laid eyes on! And as he was a professional athlete he had seen lots of bodybuilders in locker rooms.

The man oozed out a strong sexual power as he seductively paraded towards the two athletes through the shop.

“Welcome, Mr. Alcaraz!” he welcomed the Tennis-pro. “I'm Diego, how may I help you!” 

“Well,... call me... you can... call me,.... Carlos!” stammered Alcaraz still completely in awe of the monster in front of him. 

“OK, Carlos, give me that dirty rag you're wearing!” Diego ordered, grabbing the waistband of the sweatpants and pulling the tennis player close to him so that he couldn't miss the salesman's strong male scent. “Don’t be shy, we’re among ourselves! Soler, close the shop door!”

Alcaraz was surprised at himself when he dropped his pants in the middle of the store and stood in front of them in just his Calvin Klein underwear. He noticed his cock pressing hard against the soft fabric and hoped Soler and Diego wouldn't notice. In fact both of them saw the bulge in his pants and they exchanged a hidden smile.

“Let me take some measurements!” Diego grunted, placing his large rough hands on Alcaraz' hips. The hands were so massive that he could almost completely encircle the tennis player's waist. Then he slid his paws back and pressed his ass cheeks.

“Hey, slow down big guy, I’m not gay!” Carlos cried out and jumped back nearly falling. He felt a little unsteady, maybe from the heat outside.

“Don’t worry, little boy! I already know what size fits you!” Diego reassured him, readjusting his own bulge at the word 'size'. “Let’s try M! This will suit you like a glove! By the way, you look overheated, how about a glass of water?” 

"That would be great, sir! I do really feel dehydrated!”

“Soler, you know where it is! Get him something to cool down!”

The football player went into the back room and you could hear the tap running. While Diego pulled a pair of shorts from the shelf, he came back with the glass and handed it to Alcaraz. “Here, take a big sip! That'll do you good!" 

The tennis star took the glass and drank it in one gulp. He had barely put the glass down when Diego handed him his first pair of pants, white shorts with pink side stripes and ribbons. The material shone slightly as if it were silk. Carlos put on the pants and looked at himself in the mirror. 

“The material is almost transparent, I can see the edges of my underwear!” Alcaraz remarked, somewhat disappointed. 

“That'll change when you put the shorts on without underwear! Come on, take off your Calvins, we’re unobserved here!” Diego reassured him. In fact, the athlete obeyed and was standing naked in the store a few seconds later. He tried to pull the white shorts back up, but the moment he bent over he staggered.

“Help him, Soler! The boy is already rocking like a ship in distress!”

Soler approached Alcaraz, sank to his knees and helped him pull up his new pants. His head was now level with his new comrade's crotsh and he briefly inhaled the intense smell that emanated from that region. 

“You little pig, soon you will be ours!” he thought. “We’re going to own you and fuck you until you have a sloppy cunt and beg us to give you more, to breed you over and over again!” He saw Diego rubbing his crotch as he also knew what was coming. The special dose of GHB in the water was their key to the sexy stud.

"Better this way?" he asked loudly and pushed the swaying Alcaraz towards the mirror. Carlos Alcaraz stood there, trying to see himself in the mirror, but the image in front of him was blurry and cloudy. “Guys, I’m not feeling well, it’s definitely too much sun!” He had no idea that Soler had spiked the water with GHB.

"Hey boy, are you okay?" Diego asked with a mischievous grin in his face. Alcaraz tried to respond but couldn't form any words anymore, the world around him was spinning.

"We're going to help you upstairs so you can lie down," Diego offered in a mean undertone, hoisting the drugged athlete together with Soler up the stairs. They arrived in a small corridor which was dimly lit. To the left was a small room with a window to the backyard. They pushed the limp body through the door and set him onto the bed in the midlle of the room in a sitting position. Alcaraz tried to look around, he thaught there were cameras on the wall, but everything was so cloudy like in a nightmare dream.

Diego had a smartass smirk on his face. “I've seen the way you looked at me! All you sluts have a go, when they see me! They al want a taste of a real man. You thaught you were prime beef, but when you compare with me yoe are just turkey with the wish to be stuffed and filled!“ Diego began to peel his tank top, revealing his sweaty, muscled, hairy torso. You thaught you could resist me, thaught you were not gay, but your eyes were glued to my body and in that second you became the faggot you always knew you were. I've seen your cock bulge out when I stood before you and you could smell my sweating body.“

He stepped a little closer so that the drugged stud's face was inches from his hairy torso. His nostrils flared as he took in this manly rich scent. The athlete looked up at Diego and he leaned down and pressed his hairy pit into his face and held it there.

„Soler, make sure the cameras get all the action!“ he ordered. That's when Alcaraz' struggle began anew.

„Fuck you! Get off me! I'm not into that shit!“ he grunted, trying to shove the heavy body back. But Diego was laughing and pressing his pecs even more into Alcaraz' face. With all his weight he shoved him down onto the matress and pressed him down with his body. He allowed the prey to continue struggling against him for a few minutes as their bodies became drenched in sweat and grime.

„Oh you'll be changing your mind very soon. And I promise you, there will be an awful lot of this shit today!“ he chuckled still holding the body down. „Come here Soler and give him another shot!“

Soler reached into the drawer, pulling out a small brown bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the cap and held it to Alcaraz' nose. He put his hand over the athlete's mouth and his thumb over his other nostril.

"Breath deep, my little slut. It's not worth to struggle!" he urged softly.

"Mmpphh..." Alcaraz moaned through the hand gagging his mouth.

"Come on,boy!" Diego cooed. "Take a nice deep breath. It'll make it a lot easier!"

Alcaraz couldn't help but inhale the aroma and his body shuddered. Soler quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and the high as a kite guy took another hit and soon his brain was floating in the clouds again. His hips moved up to meet Diego's hard bulge and rub at it and a low gutteral moan escaped his lips. Diego took the bottle from Soler's hand and gave the drugged boy a couple more hits in each nostril.

Meanwhile Soler had picked up a pill of Viagra, put it on his tongue and started to make out with the drugged companion. He placed his tongue into Alcaraz' mouth and made him swallow the pill. Then he took a glass of pure Whiskey from the shelf next to the bed and poured it into the open mouth. Alcaraz reflexively tried to spit out the booze, but Soler pressed his hand on his mouth and made him drink it all down. The mixture of drugs, poppers, Viagra and alcohol had the poor Carlos Alcaraz be totally fucked up in a matter of minutes.

„What in hell did you do to me?“ Alcaraz mumbled as his strength finally started to give way and he felt his head spinning again. Diego didn't answer as he saw his prey drifting away. So he began to really enjoy being able to rub their muscles all over one another.

Diego looked down and saw a mixture of anger, anxiousness and desire, but mostly the sex in his eyes. He hated what happened to him, but Alcvazar's drugged body didn't care. All he knew was that he was just inches from this hard throbbing cock and all that separated him from that hot meat was a thin layer of camouflage fabric. Carlos' nostrils flared taking in the male scent of the man rubbing his fabulous body at him and glowering at him with lust. Carlos licked his lips. He could feel more sweat on his body start to form as he now trembled with excitement.

"You want your new masters cock in your mouth boy, don't you? You want to know what a real man tastes like. You want to give your popular Tennis-body, so many people long for, over to me to be used as a plaything for my pleasure. Very soon you will learn to feel true satisfaction although it might hurt at first. When I'm finished, when we two are finished you'll be nothing more than a willing and begging cunt!"

Carlos Alcaraz was so lost he agreed with a nod and a "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." With one quick pull of his hair Carlos' face was suddenly in Diego's crotch. He was grinding his camouflage-covered cock into the Tennis-pro's nose and ripped his tank top to shreds so that he could see all of dirty, sweaty torso. He let go of Carlos' haed and he left his nose pressed up against his master's crotch breathing, grunting, rubing it there. His former roars had been reduced to a growling whimper that meant that the drug cocktail had taken complete hold in his brain.

Diego opened the knot at the top of his shorts and pushed the fabric down, freeing the hot beercan inside. He ground his hard cock into Carlos' stubbly face. "Here buddy," he said, "Are you hungry? Want a protein shake?" He ran his dick back and forth across Carlos' handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Soon the athlete's face glistened with Diego's jizz.

"Hhhnnnnn... " Carlos Alcaraz moaned, completely out of it. 

“It was just 5 years ago that Carlos Soler became my first slut!” Diego began to explain. “He came into the store as an arrogant celebrity and joked about the gay clothing and sex toys. He was so self-determined that at first he didn't even look at me. His pussy was the tightest I have ever fucked. But I pushed him a new twat. Soler, do you remember how you fought back? But after just an hour I had fucked and fingered him several times and he was rolling on the floor covered and filled with my sperm from head to toe and had tried out numerous dildos, some of them as thick as my fist. I'm into sporty celebrities, he was my trigger. After two hours he was hooked up to a fucking machine and he prayed out loud, not to God but to me, that I would put my cock back in him and fill him with my babies. He had become addicted me in just 120 minutes. My first bitch, now promoted to a hunter. Oh what hot cargo he has already brought on my spear! David Beckham, Cristiano Ronaldo, lancer Andreas Hofmann and Julian Edelmann to name just a few of you athletes. Not to mention muscle mountains like the Rock and Chris Hemsworth! You should have seen him with his girlish whimpers when I split him in two and shot my first load in his virgin ass. When I closed my eyes his voice was like that of Kylie Minogue not the voice of Thor! Maybe one day I'll show you the video or you might even be privileged enough to take part in one of our fuck-sessions when he comes back, and he comes a lot, I can assure you! I could print a picture calender and call it Top Transformations 2024! And on the Title it would be Soler with my cock in his hairy ass and a pink dildo in his mouth! Do you have any regrets from the last five years, Soler?”

“Never, daddy!” moaned Soler and started playing with the tennis player's nipples.

“And now you have the choice, boy! Now that you have tasted and smelled me, my manhood, which is so much more than anything male in you. Look at your tiny cock, which is just the size of my index finger!” Diego sneered. "Do you want to go? I have videos and photos of you rubbing my cock in your face. I can use it privately or give them to the press. Your decision! Do you want to continue your miserable existence or ascend to the Olympus of my sluts, be my slave and experience more pleasure than entire armies together never experience in life? And by the way, men in my stable benefit from our community. We're like a brotherhood! Decide now!”

Carlos Alcaraz had no real choice. The cock in front of his eyes, the intense smell that rose from the man's loins, the warmth that radiated from the scrotum that seemed to be bulging with seed and of course the drugs that affected him made his lips protrude and suck on his master's pubic hair, slide deeper until they had one of the fat balls in their mouths.

Diego enjoyed the sensation of the coarse rasping against his skin while Carlos, his new bitch, bathed his balls in saliva, savoring every flavor found on his hairy nuts.

„That's it, bitch!“ he grumbled in a low, sexy voice, „service your daddy's hot, fat cock. Rub my hot meat on your face and suck on my nuts. Accept your new world!“ He looked down and enjoyed the sight of his thick balls rolling over the athlete's sweaty face and his cock dripping precum into the dark hair and strings of it already hanging in his stubble. The big mushroom head was in front of his eyes and somehow Alcaraz was longing for it like a man in the desert is longing for water.

„Fuck it, boy! Now put my cock in your degraded mouth if that's what you want!“ Alcaraz still hesitated so Diego slipped his big index finger into the athlete's mouth and sawed it back and forth a few times collecting as much saliva as possible. Then he pried his jaw open and slid his fat, cum-dripping cock into the dazed stud's mouth. He did choke on the long fat cock several times, but behaved like a good cocksucker and kept going trying to accomodate. Soon Diego was pushing at the entrance to the stud's throat. I pushed his cock against the opening to Alcaraz' throat and held it there. Soler began to gently massage the poor guy's throat with one hand while Diego held him in place with his big palm pressed to the back of his head. Suddenly he swallowed an the monster cock slid into the tightness of his face and he had it buried to nuts nuts. While Soler was going on whispering in his ears, he should relax and stroking his chest and tits Diego put one hand on the back of Alcaraz' head and began to slowly fuck the poor guy's face. He withdrew his dick and watched a huge glob of his precum fall from the tip of his cock directly onto the outstretched tongue before him, staying there and waiting. So he began to fuck the face in earnest.

Diego by now wasn't very gentle about fucking his new cunt, and he started insulting the former top-player telling him how he had become his faggot cocksucker now. „You should've been more careful about the way you were looking at me, fag! I could see your longing to be dominated and fucked the second your brown eyes scanned my body! And now you are inhaling a real man's scent at get hard down ther at your clit just having my alpha cock pushing at your throat. That's what your life will be from now on, I own you and you will come here and service any time I call you! Understand? Your life may seem to go on with tennis and girls, but you know, the only thing that makes you happy will be cocks and cum in your openings. Just to warn you, you shouldn't join a drug test the next weeks!“ 

He slid his cock back into the athlete's throat and began to pump hard and fast into his face, his balls hitting the stubbly chin every time. At some point Alcaraz began to dive back onto the large cock voluntarily, making loud slurping noises as Diego's balls pulled up tighter and tighter. He wanted to feed him his load. Precum, sweat and spit were raining off his chin from the face-pummeling he was giving him. When he felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to blow his load, he thrust in deeply with no warning and began to unload into the depths of Alcaraz's throat. The first two volleys went straight into his gut without making any kind of stop in his mouth. Then he pulled back until just the head of his cock was lodged in between those vice-tight lips and he went on shooting onto his taste-buds. He coated the inside of his mouth several more times and the new slave had to swallow at least twice before he pulled out of his new facecunt, jerked his rigid dick a few more times, and spewed the rest of his load right onto Alcaraz' pretty face and into his open mouth. At least five more thick creamy loads shot out and hit Alcaraz all over in his hair, crossing one of his eyes, into his nostril and mouth and down his chin where it dangled like a slimy thread and dripped onto his chest. Diego enjoyed the sight of the broken celebrity knelling in front of him with all the cum in his dark wavy hair, in the corners of his left eye, up his nose, and on his lips and chin, seeing the tongue scooping up what it could get of the new found nectar. 

“Forget your parents, boy!” triumphant Diego, “They may have fathered you and you can still call them mum and dad, but I created you. I'm your real daddy now! Your family is here with me now! If you understand that, then look into the camera and admit it!”

Alcaraz raised his cum smeared face towards the camera and began to speak quietly. “Yes, daddy, I’m yours now!”

"Louder, I want the neighbours to hear it!" Diego ordered, whipping his cock into his face.

“I’m yours daddy!” Alcaraz shouted as loudly as he could. “You give me everything I need. I want to be your cumrag, your cocksucker. All I can think of is your body, your stench, your cock and your torrents of hot salty cum! I need it so badly! I am not worthy of competing with you. If you give me your juices, I have to thank you. It’s like a trophy I win in sports.”

Diego scooped up some of the spooge that had dripped onto Alcazar*s chest with two fingers and slid them into the athlete's mouth. "Lick," he said. "Be a good boy and eat up." The drugged and drunken guy obeyed and swallowed.

Diego pinned Alcaraz to the ground to sit on his chest with all his weight and looked down at him while the athlete squirmed to wiggle out from underneath his 235 pound body to get breeathing again. Diego reached for a cigar and lighted it, taking deep puffs and blowing the smoke into the athlete's face. The master then formed a large ball of spit on the end of his tongue and slowly let it drop onto the captive's cheeks. Even worse he then ordered him to open his mouth wide and he let a long string of cigar tasting spit fall directly into the open mouth.

“If only all your fans could see what a slut you've become!” Diego joked. “Maybe I'll post this part on the internet, the big newcomer swallowing dirty snot from a stranger! Come on cunt, worship this body!”

Slowly Alcaraz rubbed his fingers through the hair that lay on his master's belly combing it, then moving up to his broad chest where he rubbed those large pectoral muscles. Diego then raised both arms and immediately the room filled with the overwhelming aroma of testosterone which Alcaraz gladly inhaled. The slave's hands were in almost constant contact with Diego's body moving up and down, caressing the warm skin and the soft silky hair. The muscles seemed to ripples as the athlete's hands glided over them.

Alcaraz' brain was by now full of desire to serve, worship and obey. He bent his head sideways and kissed the muscle god's thigh, and groaned. Diego smiled briefly and confident, the cigar that was in between his teeth giving him an even more dominant expression. The slave's muscle worshipping went on and got wilder, running his hands over his master's stomach, he moved his face-closer and inhaled. He by now was addicted to the pheremone scent.

A cloud of smoke was blown in his face. He moved his attention to the massive arms, massaging the mountains of biceps moving closer he began to kiss them licking the length of the arm, wetting the hair on it with his saliva so that all the dark curls lay flat on the musled skin. As he reached the arm pit the smell of his master hit him in the face. Without thinking he planted his face directly inside and began to lick and suck.

"Drink up all that testosterone, boy!" Diego hissed and without warning he took his head in a choke hold. "Come on get your face in there deep!" Alcaraz' initial reaction was to get free for air but as the aroma of testosterone filled his nostrils he relaxed and submitted as the master continued to assert his power.

Diego moved in closer blowing a cloud of smoke into his face and putting his lips so near to those of the Tennis pro, so that electrical sparks could have jumped between them. The taste and smell of cigar smoke filled his brain and as he inhaled Diego's large hand hand pressed against his face covering his nose and mouth.

"I control your breathing now! You're at my merca, understand?" The two men's eyes met and Diego could see an indication of surrender in his new slaves eyes. Slowly Alcaraz was allowed to breathe again, the rough hand over his mouth being replaced with a thick thumb being slowly inserted into his now eager mouth.

In the meantime Soler had also taken off his clothes and approached the two of them. Diego gave him a hard slap on the ass with the palm of his right hand, which immediately turned red. “Can you imagine how many cocks have been in this hole in the last five years? How much sperm was injected there? Your friend here is a real whore when it comes to giving up his hole! Come on, stick some fingers in, he loves it!” Diego grabbed Alcaraz' hand and guided it towards Soler's asshole.

He reached back between Soler's legs and slowly ran his fingers along his sweat-covered furry crack until he reached his puckered ass hole. Soler was gently moving his hips as Alcaraz first stroked his cleft with the flat hand then gently pushed a finger back and forth along his rubbery asshole. 

"Aaarrrggghh fuck yeah," Soler moaned, his eyesballs rolling back in his head and his teeth clenched and with the finger inserted he let out a small fart. „Please stick it in deeper!“ And so Alcaraz inserted a second finger and finger fucked his sport-companion.

Suddenly Diego ordered him to stop and he brought his hand out. "Now smell your hand, boy, smell the rich aroma and then lick your fingers clean."

Hesitantly Alcaraz put his hand up to his nose and he could strongly smell Soler's asshole and sweat. He opened his mouth and began sucking on his slightly brown slimy fingers.

"That's how to do it, boy.. Can you still smell his slime on your fingers? Can you taste the slut's used ass in your mouth?" Diego asked and somehow went wild seeing his new slave get perverted and licking marks of shit from his fingers. He thought of the cameras and made sure this scene was captured good.

With the fingers still in his mouth Alcaraz nodded yes.

"I want to have a taste too." Diego said reaching out and grabbing the hand pulling it out of Alcaraz' mouth and inserting it between his own lips. „That tastes really nasty, boy! There's probably much more in there!“ Pulling his head up toward him he suddenly leaned over and pressed his mouth on Alcaraz' for a kiss. He then shoved his tongue between those soft lips and began kissing him deep in his mouth, running his tongue all around the palate. Alcazar was so overwhelmed he couldn't help but kiss him back and eagerly began sucking on the end of his master's strong hard and demanding tongue.

"UUUHHH yeah," Diego moaned. "I can taste Soler's nasty ass in your mouth. Tastes sweet and dirty at the same time!" he said and grinned pulling away from the kis for an instant.

Diego then pressed his lips down again and stuck out his tongue even more so Alcaraz went on sucking on it as if he wanted to swallow it. The young athlete was moaning at the same time and grinding his hips up at the bulge of his master. He suddenly felt his mouth invaded by a second tongue. Soler had turned and joined them making out.

„This shit is driving you crazy!" Diego finally said and stopped kissing, “Let's try something even more nasty.

Soler stood up and turned around, presenting his asshole right above Alcaraz' face. With both his hands he spread his dark, smooth cheeks apart and I could see the wet shit smeared hairy hole opening and closing as if it was breathing. His dick stiffened as he got to sniff this slightly brown ass. He raised his head as far as he could and began to wipe it with his long silky tongue, cleaning off the remnants of the last fart mixed into all the sweat in the dark cleft.

Aroused by this action Soler let out another fart and a moan as the Tennis-pro's tongue slid deeper into his filthy, greased up cheeks. His lips and tongue by now were coated in Soler's filth. I slammed his mouth onto his shitty, farting hole harder, deeper, longer, plowing his tongue deep into his guts as more farts escaped and even more of Soler's gas and filth oozed out. 

"Yeeahhh lick that dirty stinking shithole boy, I have found a new piggy slut!" Diego triumphed and let out a fart himself filling the room with his rich stink. He saw Alcaraz' nostriles flare and a deep moan escaped his lungs. “Yeah boy, you love him to fart in your face, again and again! Painting your skin tone even darker you crave his ass gas! You'll die if you don't get your dose of ass smell regularly, like a drug addict getting his fix. And he could revive you with ass-to-mouth resuscitation make you breathe directly out of his filth with fart after fart.....and then you consume the smell until you pass out again.”

Diego watched Alcaraz' reaction. As he saw, the athlete was even more enthusiastic licking the stink out of the stinky hole he went on humiliating him verbally. “Imagine you go into one of your locker room and find the sweaty underwear of the other stars. It'll makes you crawl on your hands and knees. Grab the pile of clothes and sniff their skid-marked-underwear pulling the still sweaty cloth over your face and sticking your nose directly into the moist skid. The smell of some "manly skid mark" will send you over the edge from now on, make you hard, make you addicted and weak-willed having to get this filth in your nose and mouth, licking the skid.mark. Imagine those sweaty trunks, dripping with sweat, maybe so worn out and dirty old with a few holes in them. You check it visually where his ass made those awesome skids, maybe from too much farting while doing his exercise, or maybe he didn't wipe too well after taking a big dump, or even better, he'd be as depraved a pig as you and has worn them for a few days.... then you sniff them and your brain goes to heaven and you feel your cock get hard. And you don't care anymore if the owner comes back and finds you like that lost in his stinking underwear!”

“I'm you daddy, your master now! You're only mine now! Everything I say, you follow! If I tell you to bleach your hair blonde so you look like a fag hustler, you will do so. If I order you to pierce your nipples, you obey. If I get a tattoo of my name in a heart on your arm, you accept it happily. When I ask you to play your next match in these transparent shorts I give you, without underwear or top, you don't question it! When any of my other slaves or me myself shoot our thick, white, manly, salty sperm and gallons of our cum all over your face, into your mouth, and down your throat you'll happyly swallow and thank us. If we want to spit on you, hock up big wads of spit and launch em' right into your face you'll be honored. Do you understand, boy?” 

“Yes daddy, thank you!” Alcaraz mumbled inbetween filthy licks on Soler's ass.

Diego was pleasantly surprised to find the boyish face lightly skidded, and just as he bent down to get a good sniff, Soler grunted out loud and let out a deep, wet low fart.

"Smell that ass good," Soler said and Diego took his hand and pressed it against the back of Alcaraz' head pushing his face hard in those buns. 

"Smell that funky ass," he repeated.“Put your nose in there and smell my gas, boy!"

As Alcaraz slid his tongue across that perfect hole wetting it with his spit, Soler pushed another wet fart out, right onto his tongue. The air was so foul that Alcaraz gagged involuntarily, but his Viagra doped mind and his dick betrayed him, twitching with pleasure at the service of thsi hot spanish athlete's ripe asshole. 

He farted again, this time a long and chattering one like a machine gun. "Did you like that?" Soler asked and felt the head behind him nod up and down never losing contact to his hole. "I've got some more farts for you." and he continued. Soler's ass was nice and hairy and Alcazar thoroughly enjoyed the feel of his companion's ass-hairs brushing and scratching against his own face, lips and tongue. 

"Enough with the ass-licking, it's time to break the boy in!" Diego stopped the process. “Soler, go call Sainz to get his tight little ass over here. I will start my personal Carlossutra with you three. When he arrives, tell him he can take 30 minutes, let him in and then you come back up. In the meentime I'm going to split this little whore's ass, his virginity is mine. He'll still be a little dazed from the drugs. By the time you get back, the effects will probably have worn off. But by then I've shredded his hole so much that he doesn't need any drugs anymore, maybe a little poppers to get him going!"

Soler left the room and Diego pushed Alcaraz backwards onto the bed until he was lying flat on his back. He marveled at his new Carlos's smooth chest, dark rosary nipples, and cut abs. He leaned in and sucked one of his titties into his mouth, nipping and biting at it.

"Uoauughh, mmmhhh!" the still drugged up, drunken stud moaned, his body thrashing back and forth on the bed.

Diego kissed Carlos full on the mouth, hard, forcing his tongue into the warm crevice while keeping up the titty torture. Within seconds he felt Carlos return the kiss. This guy sure was ripe for the picking.

Pulling away from the intense kiss Diego traced his finger across Carlos's full lips, over his stuble on his chin, down his magnificent chest, over his abs and to the waistband of those transparent white shorts that were soaked with precum in the front.

„Little piggy has enjoyed it so far!“ he stated and rubbed his finger on the wet bulge. „How does it feel for a winner like you to surrender his body completely and ultimately? How do you feel being depraved, getting delirious smelling a man's body, crotch or ass?“

„Oooouuuuhhhh!“ was all Alcaraz could answer. 

Diego was ready to go for the Promised Land now. He pulled at the waistband and stripped the thin fabric off those slender legs. Carlos Alcaraz was well-endowed in awerage but in comparison to Diego he was just a mice in front of an elephant. His cock nevertheless jumped up to his belly button and Diego softly kissed the stud's hard cock licking up some drops of this sweet young precum. Diego then lifted Carlos's long legs that were muscular with a light smattering of hair. Not too much, not too little. 

Diego pushed Carlos' legs up and bent his knees so that they were presses to his chest to get a better look at his ass. He fingered the area where he knew the cherry pucker was and felt it quiver and spasm at his touch. Yeah, this stud, druuged or not, was practically screaming "Fuck Me!"

He gently ran his hand over the dazed teen's chiseled, perfect body, rubbing his cock bulge and twisting his nipples. Then he spit on his index finger and inserted it into Carlos' mouth.

“The wetter you make it, the less it will hurt!” he explained although at that moment he didn't care.

He placed Alcaraz' legs on his shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight ass off the bed to place a pillow under his body to steady it. Then he slid his wet index finger up the stud's tight hole deep and fingered his prostate, a place, nothing and noone before had reached. Carlos began to groan louder, some girlish whimpers escaping his throat and buck his hips up.

A low, almost primal squeak was coming from his half opened mouth, his tongue hanging out to the left side. His jaw was slack and his eyes were vacant. Although Diego had thaught of letting the drugs wear off he gave Carlos another hit of poppers. He wanted easy access for the beginning. No long foreplay!

Diego lubed up his dick with some of Carlos's precum that had collected on his abs and rammed it all at once into the virgin's tight ass. Despite all the drugs Carlos screamed in pain as Diego rocked his hips back and forth making the bedframe squeak underneath, violating the athlete's shit chute for the first time in his life. Diego offered him more poppers, which the poor fucker now readily inhaled.

"You pathetic celebs are all the same. You think you're straight cause a few fan-bitches let you fuck them with your tiny dicks but the minute you see a real mans big cock it blows your mind away and your brain just says good bye. Look at you boy lying on your back with your useless clit so hard it's about to shoot while my monster cock plows you a new pussy while your whimpering like a bitch in heat." Diego was verbal assaulting and humiliating Carlos and the scary thing was his humiliating words only made Alcaraz hotter. At that moment Diego hit the special spot just right and Carlos produced a long guttural cry. A thick wad of cum was shot out of his cock slit without even touching it. As the cum shot landed on Carlos' cum-stained abdomen, another load splattered out of his throbbing dick.

"I'm cumming! Fuuuuuckkkkk! It feels so great! Fuck me!" Repeatedly, the athlete's thick loads were squirted until he lost count. His whole body convulsed and his muscles flexed. Alcaraz' mouth ripped open and his face somehow looked as if he was in pain the same face he had, when he played a matchball, but what he really felt was pure ecstasy. His mind was reeling, still affected by the shattering orgasm. Alcaraz' naked body was bathed in gooey man cream as his broad pecs were heaving for breath. He thaught this was the strongest orgasm he ever had. Diego continued fucking the ass that had contracted around his hard shaft.

Carlos felt Diego react, pounding faster now, harder, deeper, driven on by the vise grip of his contracting butt on his dick. Carlos Alcaraz was screaming from the heat of the friction of the nearly unlubed dick in his ass. Then finally Diego started groaning, yelling, pressing his hands on the athlete's chest, driving his dick even harder down the new pussy, and as his cum shot out provided some much needed lube for the athlete, sooothing the pain a little. After four or five more deep thrusts in his own cum, he slowed to a stop, his hard dick still buried deep. Finally he pulled it out and watched the hole spaming pressing out some of his creamy seed.

“Now that I've bred you, I own you completely!” he explained and looked Alcaraz deep in his eyes. "Come on fag get busy. When your master daddy gives you the joy of fucking and seeding your pussy it's your job to clean his superior cock.”

The drugged athlete's mind was so completely blown by what had just happened that he just did as he was told. With enthusiasm he started licking the cock in front of him clean tasting his own assjuices through all the jizz. He licked up a large glob of Diego's seed and surprisingly it tasted kind of creamy and somehow delicious. He redoubled his efforts to get even more of his jizz.

Diego continued to fuck Carlos for the next half hour, putting him in every imaginable lewd position: on his knees with his face pressed to the floor, on all fours like a horse being mounted, legs pulled completely over his head, spread eagled riding the big cock. The guy got fucked into stupidity until he was unly babbling and snot was running out of his mouth and nose. He after 5 minutes was so out of it he didn't put up any kind of resistance any more. Carlos Alcaraz, the famous Tennis player, star of Wimbledon - in the space of just one hour he went from being a hot athlete straight stud to a drugged out, fucked up cum dump slave and there was no way back for him.

Just a few minutes later, Carlos Soler and Carlos Sainz Jr. arrived up the stairs. The racer with the intense big brown eyes was happily surprised to see the tennis star lying on the floor like a wrung-out towel, his body covered in sweat and cum. The Wimbledon winner's eyes were expressionless and turned to the ceiling.

The 29-year-old Ferrari driver was by far the smallest of the four men, but apart from Diego he was the hairiest. Bis tufts of dark hair spread from his collar of the white shirt, that he only had buttoned from underneath his chest. His hairy legs showed underneath the denim short, that was destroyed so much that it barely hold together. The waistband of his underwear from Aussie Bum stuck out of the waistband. The longish hair was neatly combed back and gelled while his jaw was unshaven for at least three days, wich for him meant, there was quite a beard by now. His broad eyebrows raised to his forehead as he saw the whimpering heap of misery on the ground. He had come to have some fun, and the way Alcaraz was lying there, there probably wouldn't be anything to do with him anymore.

“What did you do to him?” Sainz asked and looked at Diego. “He’s just an empty shell!”

“A hole is a hole, whether with or without consciousness!” replied Diego. “And wait, I have something here that will wake him up again. He took a small bag from the bedside drawer that had some white powder in it. He sprinkled some on the back of his hand and held it under Alcaraz's nostrils. Without thinking about what he was consuming, the competitive athlete snorted the coke.

“Oh my God, when he takes the next test, they’ll prove drug consume in his blood!” shouted Sainz. “You’re ruining his career!”

“Don’t worry, I have my connections there!” Diego reassured him. “Would you like something to wake you up too?”

Soler and Sainz looked at each other hesitating for a brief moment, then nodded and stepped towards Diego. They didn't take much but the coke was working fast. The room was spinning and as if they had a blackout for a few minutes they suddenly found themselves on the floor and rolled around like they were in an orgy, their three bodies initially knotted together, with animalistic lust they licked, bit and kissed each other. 

Diego had now brought out a digital camera to get better material than the webcams were producing and pointed it at the wildly contorting athletes. "You wanted to go to a photo shoot for Protein. Now you can get it here, Alcaraz, not only great photos but also lots of protein!"

While the drugged athletes went for it Diego started taking closeups with the camera. First they positioned Alcaraz on a big black dildo, probably 13'' long and 5'' thick, which slid in his hole easily. Both their glistening cocks pressed on his lips and they opened wide to let them both in. His mouth was stretched more than he thaught was possible, as was his asshole. The closeup of the Tennis-pro having dried cum on his face and in his hair and sucking like an animal on two bick dicks was perfect material for Diego.

When they had enough of sucking Alcaraz was pushed down on his stomach, his peach cheeks spread by the gruff hands of Sainz and his large cockhead pressed against his well lubed torn bud. Still he let out a loud moan opening his mouth to an 'o', gagging suddenly when Soler moved in front of him to push his long spanish dick inside his mouth causing the stud to squeak and gag on his meat. Alcaraz immediately started suckling on it like a baby, his own cock again rock hard against the sheets, hips moving back and forth against the gruff racer behind.

Soon, the two were fucking the new slave roughly, using his two orifices for their own pleasure. Sainz easily lifted up Alcraz' lower body, raising his ass and giving him a better leverage as he slammed in and out. The Tennis player was trembling now, his hands gripping the sheets in extasy bumping his hands on the bed triumphing as he was used so wonderfully by those two stars. He just focused on the two foot-long chorizos using his body.

"Ah yeah...so fucking tight, boy... what a great ass! Fitting perfectly on my tool!" Sainz growled, his rough palms resting on Alcaraz' hips as he drove in deeper and harder, enjoying the squeaks and muffled moans from the kid's stuffed mouth. Splatters of spit were raining down the side of his lips when the spit-roasted stud was groaning.

"Uuuhhh...uuuhhh..." Soler lost himself in fucking this hot mouth with those soft pouty lips, hips rocking back and forth with temper. Just a few seconds later, he stiffened, groaning softly as he filled the sexy athlete's mouth with his cream. By now Alcaraz eagerly swallowed every drop, lapping up what he couldn't as soon as Soler's cock softened and slipped out of his mouth. Sainz could smell the fresh cum in the air and followed, filling the boy's ass with a bucket of hot cum. Alcraz could feel it warm and creamy inside his lower body and felt happy. The scene was captured in digitals with high resolution, taking in every drop of white sperm on Alcaraz' skin and lips and running out of his twat.

Then they turned Alcaraz to face Soler. He grabbed the Tennis-champ by the waist and lifted him up in the air. "Wrap your legs around my waist." Soler ordered. When Alcaraz did that Soler forcefully entered his worn out wet asshole using the smeared cum of his Formula 1 friend as lube. The entry was as easy as a knife is cutting warm butter.

"Mmmhhhh, Oooohhhhh, so goooood!" Alcaraz moaned, his eyes went up into his head and he tried to hold on to Soler's shoulders. "Fffuuuuuck!" In this position, Alcaraz bodyweight was rubbing at Soler's pole so he could really feel Soler's monstrous dick! The soccer star gripped Alcaraz' sweaty hairy ass cheeks as he bounced him hard on his dick. He was enjoying being deep in the new bait's guts.

"You like my dick up that nasty hole of yours, you like any dick breeding you, planting his babys in you?" Soler asked. He could feel the little contraction in the ass muscles, a definite sign the fucked stud liked the dirty talking. “You've become such a dirty whore in less than one hour. I can still remember the confident look you had on the street, so much pride in your successes. What's left of it? You're a drugged up fuckbag, a street whore who feeds on cum!"

The verbal assault made Alcaraz weak and he lost the hold to Soler's torso. His body was falling backwards and was caught by Sainz half way down. Alcaraz drops his head back, throat arched, adam's apple prominent and beautifully young in his thick throat. Sainz didn't waist time to stick his already hardening prick into the Tennis champ's mouth. For a moment Alcaraz' arms were hanging limp in the air until he wrapped them around the racer's waist same as his legs were wrapped around the midfield player's. As Sainz crammed half of his massive tool down his throat neither one thought he could swallow it all in this odd position. But Alcaraz' throat relaxed and the massive fuckpole sank to the hilt in the Tennis player's mouth, his soft lips closing around it as he now slowly and happily massaged the entire length. His body was flying, held up by two big cocks. What a feeling it was, like free falling, only much longer and more satisfying. Alcaraz' face is buried in the pubic hair of Sainz. When the cock moves in and out of the boy's lips, Sainz grabs the boy's hair in a fist and pulls his face even more backwards so he can see his own mushroom head stretching the studs Adam's apple each time it drives home in it's target.

The camera flashes and catches the boy's stretched lips, the fist in his hair. The look of shock as he is cut off air, more than a man's worth of thick cock inside his beautyful face. It also catche the drops of sweat falling from his body from the exhaustion holding hiw´s weight of his rocking body to the both men. A clodeup of the cock in his cunt, pressing out the juices of the hour before making his hairy ass glisten in the flashlight.

"Fuck, dude, you're gonna make me cum!" Sainz screamed having his shaft so expertly swallowed. But Alcaraz didn't slow down, worshipping Sainz' cock as his sport's comrade hold on to his head and continued fucking his face more powerfully. "Yeah, eat my cock slut, suck my big dick, you little tennis whore," he moaned as Alcaraz showed no signs of tiredness.

“Oh boy, you're such a perv. Soler told me, you licked his ass good. So you like men's smells! You get instantly hard at the sight of a hot guy's sweaty pits... The moment you see them you want to put your mouth in them, suck them, lick the sweat and feel the coarse hairs across your eager tongue. You love men's stink rimming their dirty holes, probably somewhere at home you'll be hiding some old jock you'll steal from the locker room stained with sweat and piss and cum, and whenever you'll get the chance you'll jack off with it, rubbing it all over your pretty face, cramming it into your mouth and sucking on the filth of it.“ Sainz said. „You're dreaming of being the star of a big gang bang-session, getting your face plastered with cum from a dozen strangers. A real bukkake session, and you shoot your load just thinking of all the mixed cum, stinking on your skin, marking you as the bitch you are!“

All those pictures shot through Alcaraz' head and although he tried to fight them he knew Sainz was right. He would have a different look at his sport's comrades in the showers and locker rooms, and he would take a good whiff when he was sitting next to them on the bench at the field. There would be a possibility to grab some hot athlete's worn jockstrap and take it home, smell it until all the odor has vanished and then get a new one. He knew he had to be discrete but once in a while, he would dare to enter a trucker's bar, all those unwashed, sweaty, rural hunks, hairy all over, muscled and stinking of cigarettes, beer and whiskey, maybe even piss and dried cum in their groin. He would go to the stalls and wait for them to splatter the urinals and fart in there, him hiding behind the closed door. That's all Alcaraz was able to think of at that moment as he was verbally abused and spit-roasted between those incredible hunks.

Before they could fill his holes Sainz bent over and grabbed Alcaraz around the waist, pulling him off Soler's cock and lifting and twisting him upside down. The Tennis player seemed to be glued to the cock in his mouth as he never took his lips off Sainz' cock throughout the whole movement. As Sainz pushed him against the wall and began sucking on Alcaraz' cock himself Soler moved behind them and speared Sainz' chute in one big hit. Carlos Alcaraz rested his thighs on the racer's rippling shoulders and wrapped his arms around his waist as he hung upside down slurping on the cock. Everybody in the room could hear the moaning escaping all their lungs, but Alcaraz' moaning was the loudest around the creamy dick in his mouth.

Sainz enjoyed the sensation of his cock vacuumed, and he liked what he saw even more. A perfect asshole with a soft tuft of dark hair presented itself to him, just inches from his face. He immediately started teasing it with a finger scooping out some cum and licking it off next to the cock in his mouth. He felt Alcaraz shiver as he ran his finger around the pucker again and again, and he himself shivered and freaked out, feeling Soler's thick dick massaging and dividing his insides.

They couldn't hold it much longer and came nearly simultanously, Soler flooding Sainz ass, Sainz sparying Alcaraz' throat and vice versa. It was a beautyful picture seeing all those hot athletes climaxing at the same time and shooting their loads into each other without consider. Diego made sure to capture it on film. 

As if you were in Groundhog Day, the three athletes didn't stop. Sainz slowly let Alcaraz slide to the ground, but kept his legs up so that Soler could grab them. The footballer put the tennis player's feet on his shoulders so that he could press his cock into his ass. Alcaraz was now lying with his head on the floor, his upper body was raised at a 45 degree angle and his legs were resting vertically on Soler's breasts. Without waiting long, Sainz sat in a squat on Alcaraz' face, pressed his asshole against his mouth and felt the tongue greedily boring itself into his freshly juiced cunt. His cock rubbed over the crack between the tennis player's tits where it left a slimy trail in his short hair.

Alcaraz wiggled his toes next to Soler's face who took it as an invitation. He dove in, smelling the sweaty skin of those big and masculine feet. After just a few seconds he was addicted sniffing the feet of the Tennis champ like a coke head.

While fucking the shit out of the new team member he stared running his rough tongue along the sole in long wet strokes reveling in the sighs coming from down behind Sainz' ass in appreciation for the foot worship. He moved his tongue to the top of his foot which was covered in dark black hair. Moving up the foot, he sucked the large toe into his mouth and treated it like a small cock, running his tongue around it and moving his lips up and down it. He proceeded to move to each toe in turn, giving each of them his special un-divided attention, running his tongue around and between each toe. He must have been doing it well as he heard a muffled "worship my nasty feet" coming from the Tennis player. Finishing that foot, he proceeded to give the other foot the same loving worship.

Having his hole destroyed again by a demanding dick Alcaraz hardened his tongue and pushed the tip against Sainz' hole feeling it relax in anticipation of a deep rimming. The dark flavors went straight to his cock, causing it to grow hard again. He reached up to grasp it when suddenly Sainz hit the arm and pressed it down to the floor telling him "You don't have any permission to touch your cock faggot. If you want to masturbate, you have to ask daddy!"

At this point Diego was proud of what he had created. His stable of celeb hunks, their obedience and loyalty to him, the money he made from selling their pics in the darknet, the fun he himself had breaking in one after another.

Sainz soon relaxed the grip on his arm and shoved his crack harder into Alcaraz' face grabbing his head with both hands and rubbing his face all over his sweaty ass so that Alcaraz' cheeeks were shiny with Sainz' assjuices. He pushed his tongue even deeper up his hairy hole. His tongue could feel the racer's hole relaxing as he pushed it in and out, really tongue fucking him. "That's right fag, service my famous Formula 1 nasty shitter, sniff it!" he uttered. He pushed his ass onto the outstretched tongue relaxing completely letting the Tennis-pro explore the silky walls of his ass with abandon.

Sniffing loudly, Alcaraz heard him ask "Are you really getting off on my shitter, faggot?"

"Yes sir" he mumbled inside the funky ass jammed into his face.

"Then lick it, suck the sweat and Soler's cum and all the assjuices out of it" he ordered.

He began to suck on the hole in earnest, cleaning and sucking everything out of the rank hole enjoying the feel of his ass being penetrated and filled with Soler's load as he sucked the same load out of Sainz'. 

“Time for the big finale!” announced Diego. “I want some dp action!”

They changed places and Soler lay flat on the bad, his still rigid cock pointing to the ceiling. „Come on pretty boy, ride that cock!"

„Please, I have enough!“ plead Alcaraz, the drugs may be wearing off, but his cock still was sticking out from the Viagra. „My ass hurts like hell!“

Soler chuckled, watching the unwilling athlete obey without needing any more encouragement escalate slowly, his muscled body hovering over the already well known penis.

"Yeah, ride my soccer cock! Push your pricewinning twat down on it cowboy style!" screamed Soler as his shaft was absorbed by the tender walls of Alcaraz's pussy.

Alcaraz lowered his butt slowly over the plumb cockhead, hoping to ease the pain of penetration a little bit and allow his sore and clenching ass-muscles to accommodate the throbbing cock more easily.

Tears rolled down Alcaraz' cheeks as he thaught about how depraved this situation was and he still obeyed, bouncing his body up and down the cock carefully as Soler fucked upwards relentless faster and faster.

"Please, man, I can't take it...my ass is so sore! Ooouuuwwww!!"

"Take it, slut! Take my fucking cock, faggot! Take my throbbing cock up your wet slimy pussy!" Soler encouraged him with each thrust as Alcaraz' head was turned sideways and the brown bottle put under his nose again.

„Yeah boy, take a deep whiff!“ chimed Sainz and as the boy had inhaled changed for the other nostril. Soon he bent forward to meet Soler's face with his getting his face bathed in saliva as he was in for a sloppy french kiss while Soler continued to slam the entire length of his cock in and out of the wet pussy.

Sainz now stood behind the rutting pair. He leaned forward, feeling every inch of the jock's muscular sweat covered back with his hands. 

As Alcaraz squeaked like a prostitute how ggod it felt, and how big the dick in him felt, how he wanted to get pregnant by his fucker, how he wanted this man to abuse his hole, he suddenly felt an immense pressure against his anal opening. Sainz was pressing forward from behind, slowly stuffing his cock into Alcaraz next to Soler's fucking rod. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as the sheer pain of the double penetration covered the effect of the poppers and ripped through his tender asshole.

"No way, not two! Tooo muuuuchh! Take it out! Fuck, fuck, noooooo!!Aaaarrgghhh!"

"Shut up motherfucker! It's your initiation! So let it be!" Soler slapped him as Sainz pushed further, pressing with force to drill his cock into Alcaraz' sweating jockpussy alongside his friend's.

"Yeah, that's it, this hole was so worn out and sloppy. This is a tight hole again!" he slapped the Tennis star's asscheeks as he forced his prick all the way home while he yanked Alcaraz' hair backwards to see his beautiful face distorted in terrific agony. He then planted a sloppy wet kiss right on the open mouth to stop the screaming. The Tennis-pro's asschute spasmed around their cocks as he bucked and thrashed.

"Please, take them out, oh god, stop, for Christ's sake, you're tearing me apart! Aaaarrrrggghh!!!"

Soler just was encouraged to fuck harder, longer and deeper while Sainz alternated short jabs with rotating pounding punches into Alcaraz' rectum. The penetrated athlete whined like a virgin on her first plow, his legs spread obscenely to the sides as the cocks forced his asspussy to comply.

"Yeaaaah, bitch! I'm cumming!“ Soler started about five minutes later when the stud was already delirious. „Keep my sperm inside you, I want you to shit my kids out bitch!" he yelled, triggering Sainz who forced his cock into the groaning stud and unloaded his own bucketload of seed.

Alcaraz fell sideways and lay unconcious on the matress. He didn't feel the loads mingling in his rectum or the superfluous cum running out of his stretched ass trickling down his assmounds and drip onto his thighs.

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When Alcaraz woke up, he was lying in his hotel bed. He could see the sunrise through the window. At first he thought he was having a nightmare, but his head hurt like a hangover and his ass hurt even more. He wanted to sit up and lift the blanket away, but as he moved his upper body, an even sharper, stabbing pain shot through him. He carefully pulled the blanket aside and couldn't believe his eyes. It wasn't a dream. His Wimbledon winning racket was stuck handle first all the way up his ass.

Slowly and carefully he pulled on the club, which gradually moved away from its hole. Every inch slipping from his pussy freed Alcaraz from the torment. Finally he held up his beloved bat and saw the slimy mixture of cum and shit stuck to the handle.

He stared in disbelief at the leather-wrapped wooden handle and wanted to throw it away, but then he surprised himself when he took the handle to his mouth and began licking off the slime. 

"I will never play with that racket again, at least not on the court!" he thought and laughed heartily. But by shaking his stomach from the laughter the pain came back again. There seemed to be something else in his ass.

Swaying like a heavily pregnant woman, he staggered to the bathroom and stuck his ass over the shower tray. He pressed, but at first it didn't want to come out. It wasn't until the fourth attempt that something slipped and one of his signed tennis balls fell onto the tiled floor and bounced to the side. 

He picked up the ball and could see his signature. And there were two others, Carlos Soler and Carlos Sainz. The I dot in Sainz shaped like a heart and the L in Soler in the shape of a penis. It definitely wasn't a dream! 

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Maybe there will be a sequel when Carlos Alcaraz has his real photo shot and he goes to the after party. It could be that he will meet his compatriot Javier Yeste there.