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Jude Bellingham gasped for air, tears in his eyes, clutching the bedsheets below him, trying not to moan as Erling Haaland mercilessly pounded his thick cock inside of him at a pace that not even Jude could keep up with. Every time Haaland’s balls slapped against Jude’s firm ass, the tall Norwegian grunted as a beast in heat.
“Too…” Jude panted, “Too much… Please…”
The British player was having great trouble aligning two words together, let alone an intelligible sentence. Haaland stopped for a second, his cock exiting Jude’s hole with a pop. Jude sighed in relief, but at that very moment, Haaland grabbed him by the hips and flipped him so that his belly was against the hotel bed and his plump ass in the air. Firmly holding Jude’s hips in place, Haaland aligned his cock with the smaller football player’s entrance and slammed inside in one thrust. Bellingham let out a cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. The clapping sound made by Haaland slamming his dick inside of Jude accelerated, the rhythm intensifying. His prostate repeatedly slammed into, Jude could not help but moan as he ejaculated all over the bedsheets. Haaland grinned, and grabbed Bellingham’s sweaty body, pulling him upwards so that he sat up straight on Haaland’s cock, his back pressed against the giant player’s hairy chest.
“MFGH- “ Jude moaned, the dick entering him deeper than it had been before, deeper than anything had ever been inside. He trembled, knowing that this would irreparably wreck his body.
Haaland began walking, Jude still attached to him, and, to Jude’s horror, to head towards the window.
“Erling… wh- what are you…”
Not listening to Jude, Haaland opened the window wide. The hotel window was above a courtyard, and, as it was midday, many players were relaxing outdoors.
“No no no no no…”
Jude’s hands gripped the rail as Haaland began once more thrusting in and out of Bellingham’s ass. The blond suddenly shot a thick load of semen inside the other’s body, the white fluid dripping out. That was when Jude saw that others had noticed them. His face turned red in shame when he saw that a number of them had taken their dicks out to stroke them, watching as haaland fucked the living daylight out of Jude, as if this were life porn to masturbate to. Jude’s exclamations were more and more frequent, a moan escaping his sweaty lips with every thrust. Haaland’s balls were still enormous. After a few minutes of Jude hanging onto the balcony’s railing for dear life as Haaland pounded his cock and cum inside of him, Jude finally got a break when a knock on the door interrupted them. Haaland’s cock exited Jude with a squelch and he let go of him to go open the door. Jude fell to the floor, exhausted.
The door opened to a group of players from both the Norwegian and English team who Jude was too dazed to recognize. Their cocks were all bulging against their pants, which looked rather uncomfortable, and in their eyes, Jude saw pure, unfiltered lust. With a grin, Haaland let them in, and before Jude had the time to breathe, he was surrounded by eager cocks that desired one thing and one thing only : him. One player grabbed Jude’s face and pulled him towards his crotch. The musty smell turned Jude on in an unexpected way, and he knelt, slowly beginning to lick the cock in front of his eyes.
“You’re not that good, for a slut,” the player laughed. The voice was Harry Kane’s.
Kane pushed Jude’s face closer, forcing him to take the long cock in its entirety. Jude began to gag, unable to breathe as Kane guided him up and down his shaft. Just as he was beginning to get used to the cock in his throat, Jude felt hands on his hips, and something grazed his skin near his entrance.
“No! Please don’t…”
Jude let out a cry as a cock suddenly penetrated him. It wasn’t as thick as Haaland’s ar as long as Kane’s, but it was curved slightly upwards, which was a whole new experience. Haaland’s cum, still inside of Jude’s hole, served as lube for the player whose face Jude couldn’t see, as his head was still bobbing up and down Kane’s cock. Jude’s eyes filled with tears. He could barely breathe as two cocks mercilessly pounded into him, one in his throat, one in his ass. He thought that it couldn’t get much worse, when a second cock entered his ass next to the one already there.
“Fuckkk, he’s so tight!” the third cock’s owner exclaimed.
“Look at this fucking whore, taking three cocks at once…” another said.
Jude could barely think as his throat and ass were abused beyond what his body was capable of.
“Can’t believe we’ve been missing out on this for so long!”
“Bloody hell, look at how hard Bellingham is! Fucking cock-slut… Born to take cock like a good boy.”
The players took turns fucking Jude in as many positions as they could think of, ruthlessly thrusting their eager cocks inside of him, cumming inside until he was full, using every one of his holes to satisfy themselves. One of them, Jude couldn’t tell who, too lazy to use the restroom, decided to take a piss inside of his mouth.
“Drink every drop of it, you slut. Swallow it like a good boy… Yeah, just like that… Good Dog… You’re less than a slut, you’re a fucking cum-dump toilet!”
Jude had come an unnumbered amount of times, and at those words, his body trembled in yet another orgasm. When night fell, his body was slick with sweat and cum, semen dripping everywhere, from Jude’s holes to the bedsheets to the bathtub to the rug on which he was sprawled. Haaland was the only one left at that point, pounding into an unconscious Jude. He’d fallen asleep from the exhaustion halfway through a threesome involving him bouncing on Kane’s dick while sucking another guy off, and they’d all been fucking his unconscious body ever since, taking pleasure in seeing him utterly defenseless
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The Norway-England game was to take place the next day, which was an uncomfortable position for Jude, who could barely walk. Still he managed to rest long enough to be able to play, though he was not at the height of his shape.
“FUCK!” Kane shouted when the game ended with a loss for England, heading straight towards Jude. “It’s you, you bloody slut, you’re the reason we fucking lost!”
Without further ado, Kane pushed Bellingham onto the grass and pulled his pants down. A fresh breeze caressed Jude’s exposed skin, and he furiously blushed. He didn't have the time to open his mouth in protest, for Kane’s hand slapped hard against his ass. Juse cried out in pain. The whole world was watching him get spanked on live television. A crowd of players had formed around him, more than there’d been the previous night. Realization dawned upon Jude. He was going to get fucked again, but this time with the whole world watching. Grinning he fully stripped, sat down and opened his legs wide as to show his genitals to the cameras.
“Come on, boys, who wants to be the first to pound inside of my tight hole and breed me like the cock-slut I am in front of the entire world?”
It was as if he’d awoken a beast with those words. They jumped on top of him, fighting for first place. Haaland won, of course, claiming Jude as his pet from the very start, and slamming his veiny cock inside of Jude, who loudly moaned, reveling in the fact that he was being watched by thousands, if not millions of people. Soon enough, people had descended from the stands to get fucked by the pent-up players, turning the end of the game into a massive orgy where cum dripped from every hole, no one unsatisfied. Jude, the centerpiece, was never left with less than two cocks inside of him at any given time. He was grinning, watching himself on the giant screen, watching his ass getting pounded, defiled, filled with the hot semen of people he didn’t know who continuously slammed their cocks inside of him.
“Fuck me harder!” he cried out as two men thrusted inside of his hole.
“You heard him, now breed the bitch!” a man grunted. Jude slightly blushed when he recognized the voice. It was Infantino.
“Your hole’s not even tight anymore, you useless slut! How many men did you take, you whore? Come on, tell us, dumb bitch!”
“I… I don’t know…” Jude panted.
“You.” The older man’s cock violently slammed against the younger man’s prostate. “Fucking.” Infantino ejaculated deep inside of Jude. “Whore!”
FIFA’s boss rammed his cock inside of Bellingham, balls slapping against the young man’s ass. He came multiple times inside before Harry Kane arrived and slammed without warning his own cock inside of Infantino’s hole. Kane’s thrusts made Infantino moan loudly as he was pounded into while having multiple orgasms inside of Jude, who’d begun sucking a stranger’s dick. Out of the corner of his eye, Jude felt a ping of jealousy seeing a man with two dicks in his ass, one in each hand, and two in his throat, being pounded into from all sides, so filled with cum that it was dripping from his nose. The world was watching them all fuck each other, fill each other with semen. The field of grass was sticky as naked bodies rolled in the white substance, moans, grunts, cries, and clapping sounds coming from everywhere.
Jude smiled, feeling Haaland’s cock inside of him again after a few minutes of the Norwegian railing a twink against a goalpost. Bellingham’s hole was gaping wide, unable to clench after having been defiled so many times by so many different cocks, yet Haaland was so big that still it fought for passage. When Haaland’s cock exited him, Jude felt empty, and turned his head in protest, wanting to be filled. At that moment, something ploughed its way into Jude’s hole. It was big. Very big. Jude gasped for air, realizing that Haaland was now elbow-deep inside of him, massaging his insides with his hand. Jude’s moans were louder and louder as he gripped the grass. It felt so, so, so good.
“Fuck me harder,” he grinned.