Feuding Footballers part 2.

This story is purely fiction and is not a commentary on the sexuality of the said footballers or their private lives. Like I said, it's purely FanFic so just enjoy

Joe Hart: http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/berlin1111/261c0198.jpg?t=13258791...
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Frank Lampard: http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/1/23601000/ngbbs4efc911831ca9.jpg
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Steven Gerrard: http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/berlin1111/0bfaad5b.jpg?t=13233843...
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Joe watched in hunger as Steven Gerrard wolfed down his meal. The men where in the players canteen at Wembley Stadium and were joined by fellow England players Frank Lampard, Wayne Rooney and Ashley Cole. The others were all engrossed in their post training meals but Joe was too distracted by his plans for tonight to eat. Nerves were taking their toll and he had serious doubts that he’d be able to pull off the shrinking and conversion of Gerrard that he wanted. Lampard was boring him now, Joe thought, staring intently at the handsome Londoner across the table from him. It’d given him such an adrenaline rush to shrink and break him in but now, a fair few weeks after Lampard had practically signed away all free will to serve his master, it was getting pretty dull. Joe was quite arrogant and quick to bore and bossing the older guy around simply was doing it anymore. He wanted new prey.

Joe had laced Stevie's meal with a sleeping drug. Not enough to knock him out but just the right amount to make him very sleepy and suggestible therefore easily taken advantage and shrunk. Joe wanted to play with him before he shrunk him however and couldn't wait to have the Scouse God at his mercy without being able to do anything. It'd just be a while before he got his hands on him. For now Joe joined in the banter with the rest of the lads, well aware that Steven was starting to slow down his chewing and looked quite dazed. "I'm off then guys." Ashley said, standing up. Wayne also got up and nodded to the rest of the guys.
"Are you coming Joe?" Rooney asked.
"Nah." Hart said simply "I reckon we will head back and try a few shots won't we?" He said, looking rather forcefully at Lampard, asserting his dominance over his grovelling slave. Frank nodded, his eyes filled with quiet lust for his idol. "Suit yourself" Wayne said before turning to Stevie, "Whoa dude are you alright?!" He asked worriedly as Steven lurched forward, the drug finally taking its toll. "Fuck me I'm coming down with something." Steven mumbled "I'll go for a lay down." Steven stood up but shivered and sat back down again, barely able to stand from the onset of drowsiness.
"I'll take you mate don't worry" Joe said, barely concealing his horny grin.
"Cheers pal" Stevie said, allowing Joe to put his arm under his and take him away whilst the drug made him half conscious. Lampard grinned and hurried away to await for Joe to convert Steven.

“There you go mate” Joe said, placing Stevie on one of the medical beds in a deserted room. Steven grunted his thanks and fell asleep straight away, now fully under the drugs influence. Joe licked his dry lips in nervousness. Despite Steven being out cold he still felt scared about what he was about to do! With shaking hands he unzipped Gerrard’s flies and slipped his hand into his teammates musty boxer shorts. Gerrard flinched as Joe grasped his thick, flaccid cock and gently rubbed it. The Liverpudlian moaned softly as Joe continued to slowly work his way down, to Gerrard’s huge balls and rub them too. Sweating profusely from the tense nervousness of the situation, he put his other hand into Gerrard’s pants as well, slipping it toward his arse. He tenderly massaged the two golden buns before slipping it down his crack and swiping it like a credit card machine, making sure to dig it deep. He pulled it out and took a big sniff, almost collapsing back due to the loss of blood that shot straight to his dick. “Wowzers” Was all he could muster as he licked all of the knocked out player’s crack sweat from his hand. He slipped the hand back in and gently massaged both Steven’s balls and cock before, pretty soon he had given Stevie a raging hard on and Joe slipped down his friend’s trousers, now fully wanking him off. With a sleepy grunt and a grin, Gerrard came, splashing hot semen all over Joe’s hand. “Good boy!” Hart whispered, licking his hand clean. “Now, drink up!” He tipped another vial into Gerrard’s mouth and forced him to swallow. Steven’s fate was sealed…

“Master where is Gerrard?” Lampard asked, seeing Joe coming toward him. “I thought he would be an obedient slave to you like I am!” Joe bit his lip out of anger. Lampard was getting unbelievably annoying now he was broken. Clearly his mind was too weak and Joe’s body had been too much, too soon. He wouldn’t make the same mistake with Stevie, lest he turn into a snivelling little sheep. He’d rather break him slowly over a period of months, enjoying his prey’s attempt at resistance and the inevitable hot sex that would occur. “He’s in here!” Joe said, patting the back of his joggers. “And he’s about to wake up!”

Steven awoke with a start as his entire body was thrown upwards. He yelled out and breathed in a toxic mixture of methane and salt. Suddenly he was pulled downwards again, having his entire body scrapped against something soft and warm; yet firm at the same time. His head felt like it had been split in two by an axe and his vision was murky and confusing; heightening his other senses. He reached out and touched the thing beside him and instantly recoiled in horror. It was quite wet and gave off a very familiar scent. The stench of a man’s arse. No! He couldn’t be in someone’s pants. He strained his mind and could last remember being placed onto a bed by Hart. And then nothing except a brief moment of unexplainable euphoria and lust. A huge blast hit the side of Gerrard without warning and toppled the tiny guy away, smacking off Joe’s cotton briefs and sliding downwards at breakneck speed. With a horrible squelch he smacked into one of the footballer’s massive balls and began to roll underneath it, pulled by the testicles imprint in the boxers. By now Gerrard knew where he was. He closed his mouth; partly to block out the slimy sweat and partly to stop himself from vomiting, shut his eyes and allowed himself to be fully pulled beneath the massive balls. Hart had done this, he assured himself. He would pay. He struggled wildly but it was in vain. The weight of the orbs above him proved too much and the little guy could do nothing to save himself for what would be hours of torture beneath his “friends” sweaty junk. Utterly humiliated and emasculated, he gritted his teeth and prepared to ride it out. High above, Hart was slightly irritated that Gerrard’s amusing struggles had subsided. There was no way he could have been broken so fast, it was clear that the little guy was going to dig himself in and try to wait it out. “Come on” He barked at Frank. “We are going to the gym! The best way to catch a tiny is to sweat him out!”

A few minutes later.

Joe started to jog as the treadmill started up slowly. In front of him Lampard had already reached a quick run. Joe smiled at his slave; he may be annoying but he had a fantastic arse, even better when it was sweaty. Back in his own pants things started to heat up. Gerrard was tossed beneath his massive balls as Hart started his exercises, slowly coating the 30 year old stud in his sweat and slime. Mouthfuls of jock sweat were forced down Steven’s throat against his will, forcing him to gag and scream. By now all hopes of waiting it out had disappeared and he was fighting for survival. He tried to drag himself from the clutches of his testicular prison but it was to no avail; Joe’s sweat had made the incline impossible to climb back up. He was trapped here. Another lurch of Joe’s legs send him flying around, smearing his face with sweat and what tasted like old cum and piss. He was forced to swallow this down too, only adding to his boiling rage and humiliation. Hart meanwhile happily jogged up and down, loving the sensations of a little bitch struggling beneath his massive balls whilst licking his lips at Lampard’s fine arse. He’d make sure to destroy it one last time before he put his new plan into action. Unbeknownst to Joe, it was going to happen much sooner than anticipated. The workout had turned Gerrard’s life into a hell. He was now pinned at the front of Joe’s boxer shorts by his monolithic balls and unfortunately, things would only get worse. Lampard removed his shirt and in the process, accidentally pulled his shorts down, revealing a small portion of his arse crack. This was simply too much for Hart to handle and his cock began to stir…

Gerrard heard something large moving above him and held his breath, hoping it wouldn’t be what he thought it was. Terribly, the massive cock sprung forward, quickly hardening and growing rapidly. Gerrard found himself forced upward as the cock was pushed downward by the boxers; finding himself trapped between the head and his balls. “Shit shit shit!” He screamed as he accidentally gripped it, causing it to squirm and the foreskin to peel back, revealing the bulbous, purple head that oozed pre cum. A dollop of it splashed onto Stevie, blinding him and causing him to recoil in disgust. As Joe continued to watch Lampard’s sweaty cheeks grind together, his cock continued to rise, pushing Gerrard up with it. Steven screamed and flailed wildly, pinned by the bulbous head which was now shaking gently but it was useless. Joe couldn’t contain himself anymore. With a small grunt he came, splashing searing hot semen right across the front of his pants and utterly engulfing poor Steven. Gerrard was completely drenched in his friend’s semen and gave up. He couldn’t believe it, hours ago he was completely normal and now he was covered in spunk, a few inches tall and trapped in a man’s crotch. The smell of the jizz and the heat emanating from it and Joe’s workout caused him to start to fade in and out of consciousness. Joe had won. If he wanted him to utterly crack and loose his mind then he’d got his wish. Steven didn’t even bother trying to wipe away the semen from his body; the sweat from Joe’s balls would just wash another load back on again and besides, it was starting to harden now anyway. With tears stinging his eyes he surrendered, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be buffeted around unhindered. Joe meanwhile knew that he’d won. He couldn’t believe that Steven had give in and stopped struggling so quickly, he thought the little guy had more in him. He kept Lampard working and pulled out the pathetic player from beneath his massive nuts. “Enjoyed ourselves have we?” Joe sneered, biting his lip to stop him from outright laughing at the despair etched on Stevie’s face. Coupled with him being coated in spunk, he looked absolutely distraught and helpless. “Have you liked your time under my big, sweaty balls?” Steven opened his mouth to reply but suddenly groaned and threw up all over Joe’s palm. Joe looked horrified and revolted but burst out laughing when he realised that the vomit was simply his own spunk and sweat which had filled the little guy’s stomach to bursting. “Am I just too much for you to handle?” Joe said mockingly. Before Steven could answer Joe threw him onto a table nearby. Gerrard looked around wildly but escape was pointless; it would involve him jumping off which would either leave him with 2 broken legs or a broken neck! Joe pulled off his gym shirt, exposing his magnificent body. “Master you are amazing!” Lampard said, turning around and rubbing his own erection gleefully. “May I lick the sweat of your glorious body?” It was the first time Gerrard had saw Frank and inside his head he knew that he was looking at his future self; utterly hooked on Hart and with no recollection of his previous life. “Piss off Frank!” Joe spat, not taking his eyes of Gerrard. “Keep working out and shut up!” Lampard showed no hurt at Joe’s words, rather he kept on jogging happily.

Joe flexed one of his impressive biceps and Steven couldn’t help admire his friends well toned body. “I know you’ve always been a fan of me working out.” Joe said, scooping Gerrard back into his hands. “And now you get to see for yourself what my body feels, smells and tastes like!” Gripping the now squirming little man tightly, Hart lifted up his right arm and pushed Gerrard deep into his dirty blond pit hair, rubbing his captive all around, drenching him in the foul sweat. Gerrard found himself getting tangled in the dirty pit hairs which dripped sweat all over him like seaweed, pulling him deeper into the murky pit. Hart laughed as Gerrard squirmed valiantly, attempting to desperately unhook himself from the hairs grasp but it was all in vain as Hart had him totally in his power. “I have to say.” Joe said, grinning as Steven continued his useless squirming “I admire the fact that you’re still fighting! I like a man with balls and, you do too judging by the tickling you were giving me down there! You know pal, I can’t wait to have you at my beck and call; we are going to have so much fun!” He finally relented and allowed Steven a reprieve, pulling the little Scouser out of his armpit hair. However Steven’s struggles had been a final act of defiance, not a prolonged plan. He could see defeat etched on the little runt’s face and knew it was time to end it once and for all. He made his way over to one of the medical beds, ironically the one he had brought Steven to an unknowing orgasm mere hours earlier and laid on his back, Gerrard still clutched in his mighty hand. “Give in pal, don’t make me have to continue this torture for any longer!” Hart said softly, stroking Steven’s brown, cum soaked hair. “I can be a nice giant, a fantastic giant, just accept that I’m everything and you’re nothing and we can be done with this.” An idea quickly formed in the tinies head. He could lie and pretend to accept Joe as his master or whatever so that he’d be re-grew like Lampard obviously had. However, unlike Lampard he’d still have his old mind so as soon as he was back to full size that he could get the revenge he so justly deserved! “Yes Ha-Master!” Gerrard said, taking a deep breath. Joe placed him onto his sweaty pec and nudged him forward. Taking the hint Gerrard dropped to his knees at one of Hart’s big, juicy nipples and licked it nervously. Hart shuddered at the cold touch and grinned. He knew Gerrard’s plan and he couldn’t wait for it to fall flat on it’s arse. Gerrard sucked the entire thing a few times, glancing up to see whether it was enough for Joe but his owner kept egging him on and he was forced to continue. “This isn’t so bad” He thought to himself, his body already betraying his mind as his hefty cock began to grow “In fact I could get used to this!” Joe exhaled in joy as Gerrard quickened his pace, slurping the entire head of the nipple over and over and starting to moan deeply as he did so. “Give into your emotions mate, I know what you wish to do!” Whispered Hart and his little prodigy obeyed with blind lust. Gerrard began to hump the head of the nipple, his once 10 inch cock now tiny but still putting up a tremendous display of power. Gerrard’s grunts subsided into lustful and orgasmic moans as the little man near climax and soon enough he shot his own load all over Hart’s now erect nipple. Compared to the spunk that was coating him, his own load was tiny and he collapsed into it, knowing he’d utterly turned his back on his original plan but not caring one jot. For once in his life he was completely content.

Several hours later.

Gerrard stepped out into the atrium of the stadium, clad in his suit and freshly showered. The entry hall was deserted except Hart and Stevie made a beeline straight for him , practically running over. “Master!” He said, collapsing into him with a passionate kiss. Whilst Hart’s experienced tongue found its way into his mouth he put his own hands down the back of Joe’s pants and gave his tight arse a quick squeeze. Joe smiled to himself, he much preferred Steven already; the guy could be dominative without swaying from his ultimate, total obedience to him. As they kissed Steven felt something big get pushed into his mouth. He pulled away in shock, feeling something small and warm scurrying around inside of his bloated maw. “Swallow.” Hart said, kissing his slave’s neck. “We both know what’s in there and you know you want to so badly.” Steven nodded, grinning evilly. With a huge gulp he swallowed down the tiny Lampard, condemning him to a slow and painful death in the Midfielder’s stomach where he would be broken down and turned into energy that he’d need if he were to keep Joe’s sexual urges well fed. With a tap on his new boyfriend’s arse Hart walked out of the stadium, Gerrard in tow. “My house or yours?” Gerrard asked, putting his arm around Joe lovingly.