Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 21:06:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan P. <anpouria80@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave for cock at Wimbledon, Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and does not indicate knowledge of
the true sexuality of the tennis players involved. I don't know anything
about the personal lives of Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer and Andy Roddick,
and nothing that is written here is meant to imply those celebrities are
actually gay.

Please feel free to email me at anpouria80@yahoo.com about this story and
to give me suggestion for new chapters: any tennis champions you'd like to
see in hot gay action?

A lot of people emailed me asking me to transform Roddick into a whore and
slut, preferably by Federer... Well I didn't really follow their
suggestions, but they should not despair. Roddick will be begging for it
too in future chapters.


CHAPTER 2 - Revenge is sweet

Triumphant, delighted, happy, Roger Federer entered the locker room after
having won his third straight Wimbledon final. The fact that his victim of
the day was Andy Roddick only added to the pleasure of the moment: no one
on the tennis circuit could stand Roddick's cockiness and arrogant
attitude.

Federer was smiling. Roddick had been humiliated and he had won a third
Wimbledon title! He was truly the best!

As he entered his private locker room in the tennis facilities of the All
England Club, Federer suddenly stopped: Rafael Nadal was standing there,
waiting for him. He was wearing his traditional sleeveless shirt, revealing
his huge muscles and beautifully chiseled arms. Hair was popping out of his
manly armpits. He was barefoot.

In awe, Federer immediately closed the door behind him and dropped to his
knees. He seemed to have entered a trance. Nadal grinned. Federer crawled
in front of Nadal and kissed the left foot of the Spanish champion, then
the right one.

"Good bitch. You know your place", said Nadal. "Good match today. I like it
when my sluts win, and then end up kissing my feet only hours later." With
that, he put his left foot on Federer's head and lowered it until Federer's
head touched his right foot!

"Lick it bitch!" Federer started licking Nadal's foot eagerly, like a good
little puppy. He remembered how this had all started, back in May in
Paris. After the young Spanish 18 year old had completely dismantled
Federer in the semi-final of the French, he had humiliated the Swiss
champion even more in the locker room. Just by flexing his muscles and
revealing his glorious teenage body, Nadal had gotten Federer on his knees
worshipping him. Since then, Nadal often used Federer as his bitch. The
first week of Wimbledon, Nadal had used Federer for hours just before one
of Federer's match. When Federer had gone on court, he almost derailed and
got beaten, since he only could think of his teenage master's hot cock in
his mouth and ass.

Nadal knew Federer felt really humiliated while on his knees in front of
him. He also knew that Federer tried to recover some self-esteem by
dominating other players. Earlier in the week, Nadal had felt that his
friend and fellow Spaniard Juan Carlos Ferrero was acting strange, so he
had insisted until Ferrero had told him all about how he had become
Federer's bitch and how he loved it.

Nadal liked hearing how Ferrero had become a cockslave, but he was afraid
Federer would get to confident if he got to many males on their knees
worshipping him. It was time to show Federer how much of a true cockslave
and cumslut he really was.

"What are you Roger?" asked Nadal.

Federer looked up into Nadal's face and answered, "I am your bitch. You
have transformed me into your cumslut. I crave your cock now and can't
think about anything else than sucking you, than licking your balls and
having you treat me like the whore I am."

"Good. Then why did you make Juan Carlos into your slut? Answer me bitch?
How did you dare make a Spanish male your cumslut."

"I didn't know you'd disapprove master. He seemed to want it."

"You still haven't completely accepted that you're my bitch have you boy?
You know what? After I'm done with you today, you'll have lost all
resistance. Wait and see!"

Worried, Federer kissed Nadal's feet again to show his devotion.

"Get naked bitch and stay on your knees. I'm gonna leave for a while but
I'll come back soon." Nadal slapped Federer as hard as he could, as Federer
answered "Thank you." Nadal then left the room, leaving Federer horny and
kneeling.

Nadal was smiling. If his plan worked, this was truly going to be a day to
remember.

						- - -

Andy Roddick was feeling pretty low. For the second straight year, he had
been roundly beaten in the Wimbledon finals. He knew he was good. He was
the best. How dare this stupid Federer win against like this? He had the
power. He had the serve. He had the looks. He was American. Every girl and
guy he fucked ended up admitting how superior he was. So what was this?

Unfortunately, Roddick knew it was too late. He had been beaten; he
couldn't recover from the humiliation. He'd have to wait one more year
before winning Wimbledon, and Federer would probably get in the way
again. Plus he'd have to face Roger's smirk and grin everywhere.

Roddick was boiling with frustration and rage against the man that was
ruining his career. He had always been promised victory. He was introduced
as the greatest tennis player ever, and Federer was going to steal it away
from him?

Lost in his thoughts, Roddick suddenly jumped up when he heard a familiar
voice:

"Hi Andy!" It was Rafael Nadal! Nadal knew he'd find Andy there in the
locker room. He could imagine the state of mind Roddick was going to be in,
and he was planning on taking advantage of it.

"Oh hey Rafa! Come to tease me have you?" Deep in his heart, Roddick hated
Nadal: after all, Nadal had succeeded in beating Federer and had just a
month ago won the French Open. Feeling Nadal's superiority was a difficult
thing for the American champion.

"No, not at all Andy. I've come to offer you revenge."

Surprised and puzzled, Roddick looked at the face of the young Spanish
player, wondering what he had in store.

			- - -

Back in his locker room, Federer was unaware that his master was off
talking to Andy Roddick. He himself was faithfully waiting. He was still
kneeling, still completely naked. His cock stood hard and erect. His
hormones had taken control of his body. He wanted to get up, go out, find
his fianc^Îe to celebrate his victory, go talk to journalists, and dominate
Ferrero or one of his many bitches on the circuit for a hot session. But
here he was, on his knees, waiting for Rafael Nadal. He just couldn't get
the image of that piece of Spanish meat out of his mind. He wanted it in
his mouth and in his ass badly. And he was ready to do anything to get it
again.

The door opened. Federer raised his head, eager to see Rafael Nadal's
youthful muscular body. But instead, Federer got the shock of his life.

Andy Roddick had just entered the room and was looking down at him with a
huge evil grin on his face.

"Oh my fucking God" said Andy in one breath. The sight was indeed
breathtaking. The two champions of male tennis were standing in the same
room, but the power relations were incredibly tense: Federer was naked, on
his knees, looking up to the fully clothed man he had just beaten in
straight sets less than an hour ago in front of millions of people.

The two champions had their eyes locked into each other's eyes. Federer
tried to get up.

"Stay on your knees." Andy had said that in a calm voice, without raising
his hand or threatening in any way. He expected to be obeyed. Federer
hesitated, but his mind was unable to get his body to stand. The situation
was making him feel insanely horny and wanting to submit. He tried to fight
it but he just fell back on his knees. From then on, he knew there was no
turning back.

"So it's true..." whispered Andy, while stroking his cock through his
shorts.

"Of course it is Andy", said Rafael Nadal while entering the room and
sitting down discretely in a corner.

"You just obeyed the most humiliating thing I could have told you Roger",
said Andy in awe! "This is incredible!"

Federer felt really confused, but somewhat realized that he felt at the
right place. Yet, submitting to Nadal was one thing, but submitting to
Roddick, the cockiest player he knew? What was he getting into?

"Bitch, look at me. You want this body don't you? Tell me you want it and
I'll let you worship it."

Federer looked up. He was red of shame, but he knew he couldn't resist for
long. He desperately wanted to worship Andy. He licked his lips
inadvertently.

Roddick grinned, knowing in a matter of minutes Federer would be his whore,
willingly submitting to him and begging him to be allowed to worship his
manly superior body.

Revenge is sweet, and Federer was soon going to learn why.


To be continued


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