Foot-Ball
Humiliation
by Dirty
Gooner
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RATING:
NC-17
PAIRING: JOHN TERRY, CESC FABREGAS
DISCLAIMER: the content of this story is purely fictional (I think)
and does not reflect any real events (if only though)!
FEEDBACK: Please PM me for feedback, comments, suggestions and if
you would like me to carry this on as a sequel!
John Terry of Chelsea was a fierce warrior on the pitch. And a freaky
sex god off it. Nearly before every match, he’d prey on his
team’s opponents, pick out the hottest looking slut of an
attacker on that team, and lure them into making a friendly bet
with him on the score before the game.
The loser? Would be the other guy’s bitch for the day in the
dressing room and wherever is humanly possible to get the shit fucked
out of.
Invariably, JT was always the winner. Not only did Chelsea almost
always end up the victors each game. But even if they had lost,
he would eventually overpower his “top” with his cunning
sexbrain and overwhelming physique.
Oh and of course that gargantuan 9-inch monster of uncut English
footy cock of his!
Cristiano Ronaldo, Fernando Torres, Michael Owen, Robinho, Aaron
Lennon, Lukas Podolski, Robin van Persie to name but a fair few.
Even supposed hardmen of the Premiership in Stevie Gerrard, Tim
Cahill and Alan Smith. Even teammates including the Coles Joey and
Ashley, as well as resident fuckbuddy Frank Lampard.
All were vanquished by JT and his massive piece, worshipping him
from head to toe whilst JT spanked them into submission, before
gagging on his massive tool and then having their ass widened with
the fuck of a lifetime, before drowning in thick, creamy JT jizz
all over the place: inside and out of their fucked holes. And on
their well fucked faces.
But last night was different. JT had finally met his match. More
than his match in fact.
Having become a bit of a legend across the country’s football
grounds (as well as his big cock), one man had other ideas as his
team arrived at Stamford Bridge for their latest encounter.
He would instigate the bet himself and would lure Terry to his patch,
before outsmarting him and proving that you CAN own the Chelsea
skipper’s ass with a bit of planning.
JT took the bait.
After exchanging a few cheeky winks at the tunnel and with the English
lad’s usual cocky threats: “your ass is mine”,
“you’ll suck it tonight, bitch” and “get
your hole ready for my big pole”, the match began.
Predictably, Chelsea won 2-0.
Cesc Fàbregas knew what he had to do next, though. He would
not go over to Terry after the match as all the others have and
suffered. He would not go to see him semi-naked as if to say “I’m
ready for your beast, JT”. Cesc knew that to win the battle
he had to stay on his guard and without giving any such signals
to Terry.
“Waiting all alone in away changing room. If u want my ass
so bad, cum n get it boi!” was what a fully clothed Cesc text
to his Chelsea counterpart as he waited behind after his defeated
Arsenal teammates had left the West End.
JT was confused. And HORNY!
He had wanted Cesc so bad having twice before tried, and failed,
to lure him into his pre-match bet. The sexy Spaniard’s hard-to-get
games were the last thing JT had wanted right now, as he waited
with a semi-hard boner, which he had already begun petting and lubing
up in anticipation for his Spanish victim.
“I’m fuckin naked and hard here, can’t exactly
make it across to ur dressing room like that, can I lol?”
was Terry’s feeble reply.
Cesc was confident though. He knew what he was doing. And although
Terry’s cock was well documented, the sexy Spaniard had a
shock in store for his Cockney “master”, possessing
a humongous tool himself, belying his size and boyish looks!
Cesc knew that standing his ground, as well as taking Terry by surprise
with his massive pucker (as well as one or two other games) would
be enough to slay JT.
After ten minutes of frustrated waiting, JT had had it.
He sent Cesc one more text, as if to warn him “Cummin right
at ya bitch, if u knw wot I mean ;)” and made his way to the
away dressing room.
Arriving there, Terry was unimpressed with what he saw. Cesc was
in shirt and jeans, sitting texting casually in the corner.
“WTF is this man?” shouted Terry “A bet’s
a bet! Now get on your knees and suck my cock, I’m tired waiting!”
“Relax” Cesc smiled, as he sat JT down next to him and
slowly removed the towel to reveal the English boy’s massive
boner.
“I can beat that” thought Cesc to himself as he slowly
began to work JT’s cock with his hand as if to en-trance him.
JT was easily pleased. It wasn’t long before he was moaning
with pleasure. He had waited years to have Cesc at his cock. Little
did he know that this would be partly the reason of his “defeat”,
completely oblivious to the fact that by now the Spaniard has stuffed
his ass full of a thick 12-inch dildo, with a metal cockring dangling
from it. Cesc forced the ring shut on the base of Terry’s
shaft, who was so busy enjoying Cesc’s handjob he had no time
to contest the insertion of that massive fucker.
“You move, Johnny, and out this dildo comes with the ring
snapping off your big dick” winked Cesc, who now got up to
his feet and began slowly stripping.
As Cesc revealed an even more fantastic, tanned 10-inch monster,
which pretty much reached his chest, Terry was in shock. Not only
had he been sold a dummy by having his virginity taken from his
supposed inferior twink’s sex weapon and had to strain very
slowly so as to not move that threatening dildo out of position,
he was now in a position of having to submit to Cesc and that massive
beast of his.
“Wow!” gasped Terry, “you are not fucking me with
that, PLEASE” begged a heaving JT.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m not” smiled Cesc, “not
just yet anyway bitch haha”
Cesc wasn’t finished there. He punched JT’s swollen
balls with one fist, cue screams from the dildoed Chelsea captain,
before ordering Terry to put his hands behind his back.
Slowly, Terry obliged so as to not provoke the dildo in his ass
snapping his cock off, and as Cesc tied JT’s hands together
and then tied Terry’s neck to a leash, Cesc was now fully
in control. He slowly pulled the dildo out of JT’s shitty
ass, feeding it to him as he ordered his big English bitch on his
knees, on a leash, hands tied behind his back.
“Na-uh” snapped Cesc, as he slapped Terry’s face
with his big Spanish beef as he tried to get a quick suck on it.
“No sucking until I say so bitch, is that clear?”
The leashed JT nodded ironically as he awaited Cesc’s next
move.
Cesc then lied down on the bench and ordered his tied up slave over.
“Come over here and suck my big sweaty feet like your bitch,
boi” Cesc ordered.
This was a new low, but one that JT was humiliatingly enjoying!
Here he was tied up, leashed and hard, his now untouched cock spewing
precum, being forced to be Cesc Fàbregas’ bitch. And
now about to lick his new Spanish master’s sexy horny feet.
JT crawled along and stationed his face right in the direction of
Cesc’s two fuckers, the scent of Cesc’s feet sending
him crazy.
“Now lick my feet you dirty boi” Cesc’s sexy accent
was only serving to drive JT and his enslaved throbbing cock even
more crazy, and he quickly got to work on Cesc’s two beauties,
licking each foot at the sole in turn from heel to toe as Cesc grunted
in bossy approval.
“Yeaaaah” Cesc smiled cheekily, “I knew you’d
make a good bitch” tugging Terry and his leash closer with
his feet, smashing his big Latino feet right into Terry’s
face, who was by now absolutely gobbling Cesc’s feet up.
Cesc’s laughter filled the air as he had JT exactly where
he wanted him: tied up and leashed at his gorgeously tanned feet,
JT worshipping them like the bitch he is, humiliated at all of this
but shamingly loving it at the same time!
Without warning, Cesc ordered JT’s mouth open, curled his
sexy toes up, and shoved half his foot down Terry’s throat,
facefucking it furiously and forcing a choke out of Terry.
“That’s it, gag on my big Spanish feet you dirty bitch.
You like it, huh? You like my big dirty feet fucking your face?”
Cesc asked in his sexy mischievous accent, as a by-now tearful JT
nodded in agreement, with pretty much half of both Cesc’s
feet facefucking JT hard and true.
By now Cesc was wanking his throbbing his huge tool as he lay there
on the couch facefucking Terry with his feet, while Terry was simply
unable to attend to his own dick as he concentrated on pleasing
his master.
It was nearly time for Cesc to cum, the Spanish twink thought. But
not before footfucking one more hole. And so he yanked his wide
feet out of Terry’s fucked face, before stationing JT onto
the bench with his leash, practically lifting his considerably heavier
bitch off the ground and onto the bench.
“Spread em” Cesc ordered
“Yes, yes Cesc” a humiliated but pleasured JT uttered,
as he spread his legs wide in the air for Cesc to plunder.
Again without warning, Cesc simply spat a couple of times on Terry’s
asshole, before lifting his wet lubed up foot up and slowly guiding
it into Terry’s tight cherry.
At first, JT looked on in horror as Cesc’s big foot stretched
open his previously untouched ass. As feelings of excruciating pain,
made all the worse by what a filthy bitch boy he had become, Cesc’s
filthy bitch boy, made way, they were soon replaced by feelings
of absolute humiliating pleasure as the widest part of Cesc’s
foot just forced its way through JT’s now dilated shit-ring.
“Footfuck my ass, man” screamed Terry as his untouched
dick throbbed even more “Cesc, rape my ass with your big feet”
This only served to increase the speed at which Cesc’s foot
pumped away at his English bitch, his foot now pushing itself ankle-deep
in and out of JT’s fucked ass.
Cesc then ripped his foot out of Terry’s ass, and as he waited
for his foot slave’s ass to retain some sort of tone, he forced
his foot fresh out of his JT’s ass into his hungry waiting
mouth, all while wanking his tanned 10-inch cock furiously as he
hovered over the broken Terry.
With JT’s ass now ready, Cesc slammed his cock straight up
Terry’s chute, giving it a second sound fucking of the evening
enough to confirm JT being ripped a new one by Cesc.
“Fuck yeah”, screamed Terry in agony and pleasure, before
going on to scream Cesc’s name continuously with each instant
thrust of that massive harpoon that Cesc ploughed in and out with
no mercy. At which point Cesc shoved his sweaty socks in Terry’s
mouth to shut the bitch up as he fucked his ass shitless.
It was not long before Cesc pushed his cock right in, almost to
new depths despite fucking Terry full-on balls-deep for the last
half-hour, screwed up his face, and grunted in extreme orgasmic
pleasure as he dumped his sexy Cesc spunk straight up Terry’s
asshole.
Four, five, six shots of creamy cum filling Terry’s fucked
tunnel, so much that it began to leak out between Terry’s
now abused ass and Cesc’s softening, but still bg dick. Before
Cesc pulled out and sprayed his final few shots all over JT’s
gagged face and spread out body.
“Ahhhh you’re my good foot and cock bitch now, JT”
Cesc smiled in gratification, as he forced JT to give his dick a
cleaning from his ass.
As Cesc was now getting dressed, ready to go, a tied up and leashed
Terry with his legs spread in the air begged for orgasm. And for
freedom!
“What about me? You can’t leave me like that, I haven’t
even cum properly!” cried Terry, who had involuntarily shot
his load all over his own face and body a couple of times while
being assfucked by Cesc’s big foot and cock.
“Nah, you’ve cum enough times today” a bossing
Cesc winked.
Slowly, he dipped his used socks onto some, but not all of the loads
of cum pebbledashing Terry’s strong body so as to leave some
of the fresh evidence behind, shoved them back into Terry’s
mouth, and forced that notorious cockring dildo into a helpless
Terry’s creampied and widened asshole, before heading out
and leaving the changing room door unlocked...
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