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)!
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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...
