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Pablo Gavi, the filthy young pornstar with the tightest ass in the business and a face that begged to be ruined, lay spread-eagled on the massive custom bed in the dimly lit mansion studio.

The sheets were black silk, already damp from the oil slicked over his smooth, athletic body. His legs were pulled back and locked in place by soft restraints at the ankles, knees bent wide, exposing his shaved pink hole that winked invitingly under the warm studio lights.

Cameras circled silently on tracks above and around the bed, capturing every angle for the premium scene that would break viewing records. Gavi’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his small cock half-hard against his abs, leaking pre-cum onto his belly. He was ready—more than ready. He had signed up for this: fifteen hung studs, all of them hung like horses, taking turns destroying him until his hole gaped wide and his throat was painted white.

He whimpered softly to himself, the sound low and needy. “Fuck… I need it so bad…”

The heavy door clicked open. The first man stepped in: Pedri. Shirtless, sweat already glistening on his toned torso, Pedri’s eyes locked on Gavi’s exposed body. His cock hung heavy between his legs—eleven thick, veiny inches, the head already swollen and dripping. It twitched as he approached the bed.

“Look at my little pornstar slut,” Pedri growled, voice low and commanding. He climbed onto the mattress, knees sinking into the silk. “All laid out like a gift for Daddy. That hole ready to get wrecked?”

Gavi’s voice cracked into a whimper. “Yes, Daddy… please. I want it rough. Make it hurt.”

Pedri didn’t ask twice. He grabbed Gavi’s jaw with one strong hand, forcing his mouth open, and spat a thick glob of saliva straight onto his tongue. “Swallow, whore.” Gavi moaned and obeyed, eyes watering. Pedri slapped him hard across the face—once, twice—the sharp crack echoing. Gavi’s cheek flushed red instantly.

Without warning, Pedri lined up his massive cock against the lubed entrance and shoved forward. The thick head stretched Gavi open brutally, the burn immediate and searing. “Ahhh—fuck, Daddy! It’s too big!” Gavi cried out, body jerking against the restraints, whimpering loudly as inch after veiny inch forced its way inside. The pain was sharp, ripping through his guts, but his own cock jumped and leaked more.

Pedri slapped Gavi’s ass hard, the sound like a whip crack, leaving a bright red handprint. “Take every fucking inch, boy. Daddy’s not stopping.” He gripped Gavi’s hips and slammed the rest of the way in, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Gavi screamed—a raw, broken moan that turned into desperate whimpering as Pedri started pounding. The bed shook. Each thrust was punishing, the huge dick rearranging Gavi’s insides, stretching him wider than he’d ever been.

“Moan louder for the cameras,” Pedri ordered, slapping Gavi’s face again, then spitting directly into his open, gasping mouth. Gavi swallowed it down between whimpers. “Yes, Daddy… hurts so good… fuck me harder!”

Pedri fucked like a machine—rough, relentless, hips snapping forward so hard the slap of skin on skin filled the room. He reached down and slapped Gavi’s ass repeatedly, alternating cheeks until both were glowing red and stinging. Gavi’s hole clenched and fluttered around the massive intrusion, the pain mixing with waves of forced pleasure until he was moaning nonstop, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

After fifteen minutes of brutal pounding, Pedri pulled out suddenly. Gavi’s hole gaped instantly—a wide, ruined tunnel pulsing and leaking lube. “Look at that pretty gape, boys,” Pedri called out toward the door, showing the cameras. Then he slammed back in, making Gavi wail. Another face slap. Another thick spit right across Gavi’s lips.

Gavi was a mess of whimpers and moans: “Daddy… Daddy… your big dick is splitting me… I’m your slut…” His voice cracked higher with every thrust.

Finally Pedri’s rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the hilt, balls tightening, and unloaded. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded Gavi’s guts, pulse after pulse, so much it started leaking out around the shaft even while he was still inside. Pedri groaned, slapped Gavi’s face one last time, and pulled out slowly, letting the cameras capture the creamy, gaping hole clenching uselessly around nothing.

“Next,” Pedri said, giving Gavi’s ass one final hard slap that made him whimper. He climbed off the bed, cock still half-hard and glistening.

The door opened again. Fermín stepped in, already stroking his own monster—ten and a half inches of thick, curved meat. His eyes were dark with hunger.

Gavi lay there panting, cum already trickling from his wrecked hole, but he lifted his head and whimpered, “Please, Daddy… next…”

Fermín grinned. “Daddy’s gonna make you scream, baby.”

He climbed on, grabbed Gavi by the throat, and spat in his face twice before slapping him hard enough to turn his head. Then he drove his huge cock straight into the already-cum-slick, gaping entrance in one savage thrust. The stretch was even more painful now, the fresh cum acting as extra lube but the sheer girth forcing Gavi’s walls to burn and protest. Gavi’s moan turned into a high-pitched whimper that didn’t stop.

Fermín fucked him mercilessly—long, deep strokes that punched the air out of Gavi’s lungs. Every few thrusts he slapped Gavi’s ass so hard the skin welted. “Take Daddy’s cock, you greedy little hole.”

He leaned down and spat directly into Gavi’s open mouth again and again while he railed him. Gavi swallowed every drop between broken moans.

The pain was constant, sharp and deep, but Gavi’s whimpers only grew needier.

“Daddy… it hurts… don’t stop… ruin me…”

Fermín kept him on the edge for nearly twenty minutes, pulling out once to show the cameras the obscene gape—pink walls glistening with Pedri’s cum and fresh lube—before slamming back in. When he finally came, he buried himself balls-deep and pumped load after load straight into Gavi’s guts, adding to the mess until it overflowed and ran down Gavi’s crack.

He pulled out with a wet pop, slapped the gaping hole with his tip once for good measure, and left Gavi panting and leaking.

Lewandowski was next—older, bigger, with a cock that looked almost unreal: twelve full inches of pure thickness. He didn’t speak much. He just climbed on, and drove in. The stretch was agonizing; Gavi screamed and whimpered in equal measure as the massive dick forced its way past the already-loosened ring.

“Daddy… too big… you’re breaking me…” Gavi moaned, voice hoarse.

Lewandowski just growled, “Good,” and started pounding with raw power.

Ass slaps rained down. Face slaps punctuated every tenth thrust. He spat in Gavi’s face repeatedly, calling him “Daddy’s little cumdump” while he wrecked the hole.

The pain was white-hot, but Gavi’s moans never stopped. When Lewandowski came, it felt like a firehose—thick, endless spurts flooding so deep Gavi could almost taste it.
He left the hole gaping wider than before, cum bubbling out in heavy globs.

Ferran followed, his cock a straight, veiny battering ram. He made Gavi beg out loud—“Please, Daddy, fuck my sloppy hole”—before spitting in his mouth and slapping his face red. The sex was fast and violent, Ferran’s hips slamming like pistons. Gavi whimpered and moaned through the pain, his body shaking. Ferran finished by pulling out at the last second, painting Gavi’s tongue with the first few ropes, then shoving back in to dump the rest deep in his ass.

Cubarsí was younger but hung like the rest.
He climbed on with a wicked grin, called Gavi “my pretty little fucktoy,” and slapped his ass until it burned. His dick was long and curved upward, hitting new spots that made Gavi’s whimpers turn into desperate, broken cries. Rough thrusts, face spits, constant “Daddy” talk—Gavi gave it all back between moans. When Cubarsí unloaded, he stayed buried deep, grinding while he filled Gavi to the brim.

Lamine Yamal came in next, cock already leaking. He was aggressive, face-slapping Gavi hard enough to make his eyes water before spitting on his tongue and forcing every inch in. The pain was fresh again; Gavi whimpered like he was being split in half.

Lamine fucked him like he hated him—fast, deep, ass-slapping relentlessly. “Moan for Daddy, slut.” Gavi did, loud and needy, until Lamine pumped his load straight down Gavi’s throat after making him suck the cum-slick cock clean for the cameras.

Yildiz followed with the same energy—rough, verbal, spitting and slapping while he stretched the now-permanently gaping hole even wider. Gavi’s moans were constant, hoarse, and dripping with daddy kink. Yildiz came in his ass so hard it squirted back out around the shaft.

Jude Bellingham entered like he owned the room. His cock was a monster—eleven and a half inches of pure girth. He made Gavi look him in the eyes while he spat in his face and slapped him. “Tell Daddy how bad you need it.”

Gavi whimpered the words, then screamed as Jude slammed home. The rough sex was merciless; Bellingham fucked him so hard the bed frame groaned. Ass slaps, face slaps, spit running down Gavi’s chin. When he came, it was a flood that pushed the previous loads out in creamy waves.

Arda Güler was next—pretty face, evil smile, and a cock that felt even bigger than it looked. He loved the daddy talk, making Gavi repeat “I’m Daddy’s gaping cumwhore”

between every moan and whimper. The pain was exquisite; Arda made sure of it, pulling out to admire the ruined hole before diving back in. He finished deep in Gavi’s throat after throat-fucking him raw.

Phil Foden took his turn with cold precision—long, punishing strokes that made Gavi sob and moan at the same time. Face slaps, ass slaps, spit, and a massive creampie that left Gavi’s hole a sloppy, bubbling mess.

João Félix was playful but brutal. He slapped Gavi’s cock while he fucked him, spitting in his mouth and calling him every filthy name while Gavi whimpered “Yes, Daddy” on repeat. His load was huge and thick.

Marc Casadó came in quiet but fucked like an animal—pure power, no mercy. Gavi’s moans turned into broken screams as the huge dick destroyed what was left of his hole. Casadó left it gaping wider than ever.
Marc Bernal was rougher than his boyish face suggested. He face-fucked Gavi first, making him choke and whimper, then switched to the ass and pounded until Gavi was a shaking, moaning wreck. Cum overflowed.

Haaland was the biggest of them all—thirteen brutal inches. He made Gavi cry real tears of pain and pleasure, slapping his face and ass red while he stretched him to the absolute limit. “Take Daddy’s cock, you little pornstar bitch.” Gavi did, moaning and whimpering the whole time. Haaland’s load felt like it would never stop.

Finally, Héctor Fort stepped up last. He was the youngest but no less hung or vicious. He spent extra time admiring the completely destroyed, cum-drooling gape before he added his own massive load, fucking Gavi through the overstimulation until the smaller man was nothing but a whimpering, moaning, leaking mess.

By the end, Pablo Gavi’s hole was a ruined, gaping crater, cum pouring out in thick rivers with every weak clench. His face was red from slaps, streaked with spit and tears. He lay there panting, whimpering softly, “Thank you, Daddies…” as the cameras zoomed in on the wreckage.

The scene was perfect.