DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. David Beckham would probably not do what I have him do as described below. He isn't gay.
Here is Part 3, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com
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DAVD BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART THREE
THE STORY SO FAR : Soccer star David Beckham has agreed to give up his hunky, tanned body for one hour in order to acquire a crucial strip of real esate to enable his stadium in Miami to be built. The seller of the land (and buyer of the magnificent muscled beauty, for an hour at least) is two-bit property investor Lidon Dyte. So far, Dyte has conquered Beckham's hot mouth and rippling, tanned torso, and has invaded the tight muscle butt with his tongue and a cunningly designed sex toy. Having brought the sexy stud to the edge by playing with his big, hungry ass, Dyte is finally about to take the ultimate prize ... the anal virginity of David Beckham!
HERE IS PART THREE
Dyte stared at the sobbing hunk in silence. He had just laid it out straight for him - Dyte was in complete control of the celeb, every inch of him, from the expensive designer haircut that showed off the luxurious long hair swept dashingly over that sexy head; the chisled facial features that had turned millions of women (and men!) wet with that smouldering stare; the lithe athletic upper body built by years of playing soccer and adourned with incredible artwork; the obscene musclature of that bubble butt ass and thick studly thighs; right down to the gracefully arched feet.
"You need to ask for it," Dyte intoned. "And make sure you ask the right question," he said, gesturing at the noticable bulge that was stretching the crotch of his own pants, "say the right thing ... if you don't want to be kept on the edge for even longer."
That hot, sweaty, inked chest pumped for a few moments - the hunky athlete was almost sobbing as it dawned on him what he would have to do. His mind had been forced into surrender at the heat and intensity of the stimulation he was receiving - he had never been so turned on in his 39 years, never experienced this degree of erotic pleasure with any woman. As much as his macho hetero mind hated to admit it, he knew that there was only one way out.
"Please," whimpered the sexy, desparate stud. "Please ... fuck me. Take my big arse with your nobody cock. I need it."
Dyte's smile expanded. "How should I take it," he teased. He leaned in slightly and whispered: "tell me ... how you think I would want to take you." He wanted to see just how much the buff bastard had learned.
Beckham furrowed his sexy brow in thought, knowing by now what his tormentor wanted to hear, and considering how to express it. Here was this arrogant, millionare model, actually working hard to come up with a speech that would induce a gay man to fuck him!
Becks thought about how much passion Dyte had put into the kiss, how much the loser had enjoyed the sheer personal intimacy of the experience. The loser was probably in love with him! He gulped as he said the words that would shame him forever.
"Please," he spoke slowly with a sexy vulnerable nervousness in his soft British voice. "Fuck me here, on my back. Fuck me nice and slowly, and ... kiss me as you fuck me. Use my mouth and my face for your pleasure as you fill my big arse. Make me your bitch ... please."
Dyte had hit the jackpot. His perfect combination of humiliation and passion had lead the honry stud to degrade his heterosexuality in the most shameful way. The millionaire celeb hunk was asking to be taken ... not quickly to get it over with, but slowly and sensually to maximise the enjoyment of his fucker!
Dyte moved towards the hunk's exposed hole. Slowly he withdrew the object that had done so much to inspire Beckham's fucklust and placed a latex glove on his right hand. He needed to loosen the stud up a bit, and with the potency of the gel in the lube, he didn't want to risk the gel sensitising even his finger so much that he would lose control himself.
The soccer stud laid back pliantly as his hole was fingered. Dyte admired the beautiful sight of the hunk moaning softly as he gently worked a finger in. Dyte had to be careful; he didn't want the horny slut to cum from mere digital stimulation, but he did need to make a bit more room for his own cock, which was by now fully hard and leaking in his own pants. To enhance the humiliation, Dyte decided not to strip. He would tease his cock out of the fly of his own much cheaper suit pants, and fuck the naked stud fully-clothed.
Dyte took care to be gentle with the teasing open of the straight stud's tight hole as he slipped in a second finger, and then a thrid one. His own cock was no match for the towering, leaking mess of the superstar's nine incher - but it was a respectable six inches with decent girth. An average cock for average guy ... about to take the anal cherry of a perfect god of a man!
Eventually he had opened that muscled butt enough. By this point, Beckham was purring contenedly, moaning lightly, lost in a helpless haze of lust for the incredible sensations emanating from the sensitive inner regions of his beefy hetero ass. Dyte rolled on a condom and coated it with the special lube (he obviously wanted to avoid direct contact of the lube with his dick, which would have finished the peformance very quickly for him) and lined the cock head up with the twitching knot of the bronzed god's ass. He layed the head against the hole; Beckham sighed in anticipation.
Dyte leaned over, pushing Beckham's beefy legs further back with is own clothed body, until his face was directly over that of the deliriously horny hunk.
"OK, stud," he breathed, struggling to control his own lust - but somehow managing. "Here's how we'll do it. I'll poke the tip of my tongue into your hot mouth as I put the tip of my cock into your ass. We'll take both together - as I work my cock in to you, slowly, I'll work my tongue into your mouth. You'll suck softly on my tongue, and your hungry ass will squeeze nicely around my cock. Just follow my lead, OK?"
The hunky straight celeb nodded instinctively at the instructions, knowing that they were the only means to the release he sought so desparately.
So it began - the penetration of David Beckham! It was all Dyte could do to contain himself as he slowly inched his cock into the hot, tight, silky interior of Beckham's anal passage. Each degree of intrusion produced a horny moan of helpless surrender, which the violated stud was forced to moan into the waiting mouth of his fucker who was also kissing him! Beckham writhed at the combination of the stimulation and humiliation - his hungry ass was betraying him with pure sexual energy as the cock invaded, and at the same time he was forced to give intimate, personal gratification to the invader as he sucked submissevely on his tongue!
After what felt like an age, Dyte was finally fully inserted into the jockular ass of the soccer stud. He leaned out from the kiss and looked into the hunky model face of his witting victim. Beckham's eyes were glazed over sexily with lust.
"Ready for it, you straight stud?" Dyte teased - and smiled as the reluctant hunk slowly nodded again!
Dyte worked up a nice, slow fuck, enjoying the sheer tightness of the virgin hole and the erotic expressions it produced across the hunky chisled features of that perfect male model face, those scultped eyebrows defining the manly brow as it furrowed, the reluctant pleasure of the horny straight stud so clear for his fucker to see!
He made sure to make the gentle fuck as romantic as possible. He nuzzled Beckham's neck, next flicking the star's ear with his tongue as he whispered: "Your ass feels incredible, baby. So fucking tight around my cock and hungry for it." Beckham gave the horniest of moans. "Yeah," Dyte continued, "you look so beautiful there as you take my cock. Come on, baby, tell daddy how much you like it."
The hunky athlete could not find the words. "Aaaahhhh," he moaned. "Fuuuck ... fuuucking me..." He seemed lost in the intensity of the fuck, delirious with pleasure. His treacherous cock continued to leak obscene amounts, coating that deliciously rippling stomach with a glaze of precum. Dyte had taken the glove off and scooped some of it onto his fingers.
"Mmmmm," he said, tasting the stud's juices. "You taste amazing, baby. Try it." He traced a finger along Beckham's semi-parted lips, drawing a huge horny sigh as the lips, still hyper-sensitive from the gel, transferred the super-charged sensations to the broken mind of their studly owner. As he sucked softly on the finger, Beckham's mouth formed an O shape which served to accentuate his chisled cheekbones nicely. Dyte slid his finger in and out as the stud continued to suck sumissively.
Dyte considered using that hot, horny mouth for a blow job before he completed the fucking of the ass; he could take off the condom and enjoy the sight of those exotic chisled facial features as stiff dick traced across them, coating them with his own precum, before conquering the sexy mouth, gripping that expensive designer haircut as he directed the blowjob. But the very thought of it almost sent Dyte over the edge, so he decided not to risk it. However, it would definately happen another time - if David Beckham was taking a dick in his ass, then there was no way that that beautful face was not also going to get a good fucking also. Becks had no idea that this would not be a one-off arrangement. He'd be back for more ... and there would be a price to pay.
With such thoughts bringing him closer to his own orgasm, Dyte decided that was done with the tender part of the fuck.
"Come on," he barked, withdrawing suddenly from the star's abused ass. "Up!"
Beckham rose slowly in a horny lustful daze. He stood up unsteadily, his magnificent thick cock nodding obscenely as it trailed yet more precum. Something suddenly felt wrong - what was it? It dawned on him: his ass was empty and something felt missing! He blushed at the shame of the realisation that he had got more turned on than he had ever before with any woman, from having a gay man slowly deflowering his big, studly ass, as the hetero stud begged him for more!
Dyte lead the poor, confused hunk over to in front of the full-length mirror. Wide enough to capture most of the well-lit room, Becks was not going to miss a single detail of the final stage of this crushing, humiliating fuck. Dyte pushed him down so that he was on all fours, his handsome face just a foot or so away from the mirror. The stud looked at his famous, chisled features, sheened with sweat from the exertions of his sodomy, the crimson of the humiliation at having enjoyed it contrasting so sexily with the tanned complexion of that perfect model face.
Dyte took up position behind the stud. He had changed his condom and applied more of the special lube. He positioned the head of his cock at the slick anal knot and began to push. Despite the recent fucking, it remained wonderfully tight. Dyte stared down, taking in the sight of his ordinary cock as it was swallowed inch by inch by the hungry, slutty ass of David Beckham. It drew a roar of pleasure from the helplessly horny stud as it entered.
"FFFUUUCK YEAH" roared Beckham in surrender. "YYEAH FUCK MY ASS COME ON"
Dyte started off with the same nice, slow fuck he had given to the tanned hunk on the recliner. He gradually increased the speed and power of his strokes. His technique was devastating: he would make sure that the athelete was at a level of pure pleasure, then increase the aggression just enough to bring in a tantalising edge of pain, and hold it there until the sound and volume of the studly celeb's cries and moans told him that he had adjusted. Then, repeat. Up to the next level. He was manipulating the mind and body of the horny hetero hunk perfectly.
"Keep ... going ... fuck," gasped Becks. "Nearly .. there .. uh"
Dyte could just about see in the mirror how the celeb's thick cock was flicking globs of precum onto the sculpted torso at an amazing rate now. The straight stud was close - close to cumming from having his ass fucked by another man. Dyte was ready to begin the last act.
"AAAAAHHHHH," Becks groaned and writhed. "Gonna cuuuuum..."
With his hips now slamming quite hard against the athlete's hefty muscled butt, Dyte leant forward with is right hand, grabbing a bunch of the longer hair on the top of Beckham's head. He pulled slightly but firmly, forcing the horny hunk to look directly at his reflection. To watch the moment as he finally lost the last shred of his hetero status, his expensive designer haircut being used as a tool in his humiliation as the grip on it held his head in place!
"Noooo.. Ahhhhhhhh.."
Every time the reluctant stud tried to avert his eyes, Dyte would force them back to the mirror with a sharp jolt of the hair, compelling the shamed superstar to witness his demise.
"Look at you," panted Dyte. "Mr David Beckham. The superstar, the millionaire, the model. Arrogant and untouchable. Naked, watching himself get fucked and begging for more. Just a hopeless sex pig."
That last comment gave him a cruel idea. He reached forward with his free hand and brought the index finger to the fleshy tip of the hunk's perfectly sculpted nose. Applying a little upward pressure, he raised the tip slightly, causing the chisled manly feature to take on a snoutlike form!
"Yeah," Dyte cried mockingly. "A proper sex pig! Ha!"
Beckham stared wide-eyed at his reflection, utterly crushed. He didn't believe it would be possible, but Dyte had found a way to take his humiliation to a new level. Even confronted with the scene of his body writing and sweating as his big, studly ass was roughly taken; the monumental erection of his huge hetero cock leaking as it bounced around wildly; his mind surrendering to the pure lust and pleasure it the fuck was giving him as he cried out and begged for more, he could at least take some small, tiny consolation in the strong, statue-like features of his godlike handsome face - Dyte couldn't rob him of that beauty even with the loss of all of his dignity. Now he had. By selecting the most striking feature of that beautiful, chisled face and deforming it into an animal's snout, Dyte had denied the desparate stud his magnificent facial beauty, even if just for these moments as he was taken!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" roared the hunk-pig as it came at last, hard, from the rough fucking of its ass! Those egg-sized balls drew up around the base shaft of that colossal cock as it threw out strings of thick cum! The power of the first shot took it as far as the chin of the sex-crazed animal, striking against the sharply chisled jawline and hanging there. Other shots spat hard across the tight torso, clinging across the inked chest and the beautifully rippling muscles of the shameful creature's abdomen.
Dyte came as Beckham's orgasm was abating, unable to contain himself any longer. His hands released the head of the shamed stud as they moved to the rich, tanned, tattooed skin stretched across the shoulders and upper back. Taking a firm grip for maximum leverage, Dyte delivered the most long, powerful, brutal strokes as he shot the load of his life. He forced himself to keep his eyes open to take in the sight of his conquest of the world-famous stud.
The two exhausted lovers collapsed to their sides together in a spooning position, Dyte's deflating cock still embedded in the deflowered hunk's asshole. Beckham breathed in gasps, physically drained. He did nothing to stop Dyte from leaning in closely and softly nuzzling the back of his neck, reaching an arm around the hunk's cum-spattered torso in a tender embrace. Dyte was in a haze, unable to believe what he had done. He had conquered the body and mind of David Beckham, taking the ass of the handsome athelete in a brutally intimate fuck that neither of them could possibly forget!
Eventually Dyte withdrew and leaned over, kissing tenderly at the tanned shoulder of the silent hunk.
"Thanks," he whispered. "You were amazing."
"I don't ... I don't know what just happened," Becks stammered at last.
Dyte got up. "We fucked," he said matter-of-factly. "We completed our deal - well, the changed version of the deal. You gave me your body - now I'll sign over the land. Come on, get up. Be professional."
Beckham slowly rose, stunned. He'd just experienced the most incredible mindfuckingly intense cum of his whole life after being taken to an erotic edge he didn't know existed. He caught his reflection in the mirror - his hair a mess, his body covered in his own cum and sheen with the sweat of the fuck. He was still cut a stunning figure, that model body and devasatingly handsome face. But he knew it had changed. He had been conquered.
"Um ... do you have anything for ..." Becks motioned awkwarly at the cum covering his body.
"I don't keep a towel in my office," said Dyte with mock impatience. "Or any tissues, I'm afraid. Nothing you can wipe it on. Sorry."
He stood staring at the distressed hunk. What if he was papped outside - how the fuck would he clean up. Dyte clearly expected him to do something - his handsome face frowned as he realised what it was.
"No way, come on," he pleaded. "You can't be serious."
Dyte just nodded. And for the next few minutes enjoyed the incredible show as Beckham scooped up the juices from his rippling body and sucked them off his big manly fingers in an impossibly humiliating and erotic display! It was only after he had swallowed the last of his cum that Dyte chuckled and threw him a towel.
A few awkward moments later, the hunky star was dressed and the paperwork had been signed. Becks experienced yet another flush of humiliation and anger at his own stupidity as Dyte cheefully pointed out that he would still take the million dollars - after all, the paperwork was done and besides, how could Becks explain to his people that he'd got the land but there was no need to wire the money?
"Well," said Dyte finally. "I've taken your body, your dignity, your anal virginity and a million dollars of your money. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Beckham!"
Beckham frowned in anger, enhancing the intense sexy piercing quality of his eyes. "You won't get away with this," he spat. "You can't fuck with me like this without consequences. Yeah, you had your fun with me for an hour of your miserable life. Well done. And what the fuck is a million dollars to me?" A sexy smirk now played across the handsome face as the hunk continued his attempt to win back ground. "I'll go back to my life, my family, friends, back to being a fucking star. All you'll have is your pathetic little victory. You'll see me in photos, on billboards and TV screens, and know that all you can never touch me again. This one seedy memory will be the only thing in your life ... and I will have forgotten it in no time."
Dyte did not flinch. To Beckham's anger, a slow smile had spread across Dyte's face as he listened to the rant.
"Becks," he said - "a few moments ago you were naked on your back begging for me to fuck you. We kissed like lovers as I took your virginity. Then I made you watch as I made you cum like you've never cum before, and without any stimulation of your dick - just from my cock fucking your ass. Everything has changed. You will never come close to forgetting this. It will never fade even a bit."
Beckham feigned a smirk. "Yeah, we'll see. You're a pathetic loser who's in love with me. I do know that. Enjoy your shit life." And then he left, slamming the door behind him.
IN THE NEXT PART: Beckham tries to return to normality after his hot and heavy gay sex session. But sex with his wife isn't producing the same buzz ... and he's having trouble performing at all. Realising that he needs the release that only a good, hard fucking of his big beefy man ass can give him, he realises that he only has one options ... and begins to regret his bitter parting words! Dyte, who has heard the news that Real Madrid star Cristiano Ronaldo is to spend a week on vacation in Miami, proposes a new deal. He will give Beckham's bubble butt the attention it sorely needs ... provided that the studly celeb uses his fame and connections to set up a meeting with the bronzed, superbly-muscled Portuguese soccer star. Can our hero snare another beautiful, hunky superstud into his web? Stay tuned to find out!