This story is of course fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the models Andre, VJ, Pickel or anyone else mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
"America's Most Smartest Model" is owned and copyrighted by the VH1 television network.
The events in this story take place immediately after the events of the November 4, 2007 episode of "America's Most Smartest Model" on VH1.
Andre and VJ lay there, their hard bodies intertwined as they came down from the high they had just experienced. Though VJ's ass was sore and tender from the pounding he had just received, it had also taken him to new sexual heights, making him feel so very dirty and fulfilled at the same time. Only one thing would make it better.
His cock was raging. Being bound to the bed had prevented him from pleasuring himself during the fucking he had just taken from Andre, who had refused to grant the submissive slut he was fucking the pleasure of release. His cock stood there proud and erect, pulsating, begging to be touched, sucked, rubbed, anything to relieve the pressure. VJ's hips involuntarily thrusted up into the air, trying to imagine himself fucking a hole, any hole, which might allow him to orgasm.
Andre had him right where he wanted, taking delight in causing the young model so much sexual frustration. He rubbed VJ's body, letting his hands get dangerously close to VJ's dong, letting him think he was about to help him get off, to get some much needed relief for his cock, before diverting away and letting the tension continue.
VJ could not take it anymore and began to implore Andre to let him cum. "Oh God, please just let me cum, you fucked me so hard and so deep, you practically fucked the cum right out of me, just finish the job and let me cum."
Andre just smirked and stood up, leaving the swollen member of VJ to spasm with desire as he crossed the room once more to get to his nightstand drawer. Reaching into his drawer he produced a leather cock ring and ball harness and once again headed towards VJ's engorged penis. Being careful not to stimulate it to much, he placed VJ's cum laden balls within the leather contraption, snapping it around the base of his cock, making sure that it was snug, trapping the blood that was already pumping through the dick. VJ moaned as the ring was secured in place, crestfallen knowing that the inescapable and overwhelming urge to cum would only be prolonged by this sex toy which had just been placed on his 7" cock. Andre looked down at his handiwork. Here was this dream guy, tied to a bed, with a cock ring encircling his raging hard on and spreading his balls apart. VJ implored him to take it off, to just let him cum, telling him that he had won, that his ass was his and only his, that he would let him ravish his body when ever he wanted, but Andre only smiled.
Realizing that his body was covered in sweat from the workout he had just given VJ's hole, Andre opened the sliding door leading out to the pool, turning back to VJ and saying. "You are right about one thing you little whore, you are mine and will be mine for as long as I still want to fuck that little slut hole of yours. And being mine, I decide when and if you get any pleasure, and I think I am going to let you squirm a little before I give you the relief of finally being able to cum."
Confident that the cock ring would not only keep his fuck slave's dick hard, but also cause him incredible sexual frustration, Andre left the bound model in the room alone, closing the patio door and going for a swim to clean him of the sweat and the smell of sex which clung to him after tonight's events.
VJ lay there, unsure of what to do. He had just given up his anal virginity to a man who left him here bound to a bed writhing in sexual agony. But yet, somehow, he knew he would not want it any other way, if Andre had simply let him cum it would be too easy. At this moment in time, the only thing he could think of however was the overwhelming need to jizz, his body shaking because that one sensation he so craved was being denied. He continued pumping his cock into the air, hoping that it would somehow stimulate him to orgasm, but with the cock ring securely fastened around his ample prick, there was little hope that he would reach orgasm without some outside aid.
It was then, and only then, his eyes scanning the room, looking for something that might be of help to him, that he noticed an individual standing in the door way. "Who's there?" he asked the mystery person.
Stepping into the moonlight, it turned out to be none other than his fellow model and contestant Jeff Pickel, the 25 year old stud from California, only it was a side he had never seen. Pickel was standing in front of VJ in all his naked glory; his red boxers were lying around his ankles, his hand lazily stroking his erect 8" cut cock. Like everyone else in the house, his body was beyond reproach, with smoldering eyes, a muscular physique, and abs you could wash clothing on.
He spoke as though he was in a daze. "I heard a noise in here and came to see what was up...I saw Andre fucking you, you were crying out, enjoying it, as he fucked you. I wanted to stop it, but I could not, it was like I was glued to the floor, watching you two."
He slowly approached VJ while he was speaking, running his hand up over the bound models muscular calves, letting his hand come to rest immediately to the right of VJ's rigid cock. "And then, as I watched Andre fuck you, in my mind it was me he was fucking, it was me who was whimpering with pleasure, who was begging to get pounded harder and faster." His hand lightly brushing the constrained cock, causing VJ to moan in pleasure if only for a moment, while Pickel's hand continued up VJ's treasure trail, letting his hand feel the ridges of VJ's abs.
"And now, all I can think about is how amazing it must feel to be fucked by someone, someone who can hit you in all the right places, who can turn you into a quivering mound of pleasure, who can make you think only of how hard he is fucking you and how nothing else in the world matters." With this, Pickel climbed onto the bed and straddled VJ, sitting on his abdominals while his legs were bent underneath him, one on each side of VJ's hard body.
"I want you to do to me what Andre did to you, I want you to be the first one to make me feel how good it can be, I want you to make me cry out in pain and pleasure, I want you to fuck the cum right out of me." Pickel began to rub himself against VJ, letting his shapely ass bump up against VJ's cock as he did so.
VJ was beside himself, torn in two due to Pickel's proposition. Before the events which had just transpired between him and Andre tonight, he would have classified himself as an unequivocal top, having loved fucking the pussy of the hot female models he usually found himself surrounded by. But something had changed in him, some shift in his psyche he could not explain. When Andre had first shoved his dick up his ass, breaching his anal defenses, it was as if a whole new world had opened up, one he had never taken the time to discover or acknowledge. He knew from that point on, when Andre had hit his g-spot that he would never again be fully satisfied unless his ass was stuffed to capacity, and to make it ever more confusing to the handsome young stud, he knew that the complete and utter domination Andre had over him was complete. He yearned for nothing more than to feel that Soviet sausage fill him up night after night, to coat his insides with his Russian baby batter.
Pickel, unaware of the dilemma which was now playing out in VJ's head, continued to straddle the bound hunk, reaching back and taking hold of VJ's love knob, stroking it ever so slightly. VJ's eyes bulged, the conundrum of whether or not to fuck Pickel and betray his master Andre being forced out of his mind, replaced with the overwhelming sense of needing to pleasure himself. He knew that Pickel was a bitch, wanting nothing more than to be plugged by a man's cock, and in doing so, VJ would finally reach the climax he so yearned for. It seemed like a win-win situation for the both of them. VJ knew he would always belong to Andre, but he was not here right now, and would probably not return until the morning, most likely reveling in the sexual misery he knew he was causing his slave by leaving him bound to a bed, a cock ring sustaining an impossibly hard and long erection. The need to cum was just too much, VJ's sore and heavy balls, caught in their leather prison were demanding release. He nodded at Pickel, letting him know that he was willing to plug his tight hole for the first time. "I want nothing more than to tear that virgin ass of yours open and fuck you silly, but first, take this cock ring off so I can give you the fuck of your life."
Pickel was no fool, he knew VJ wanted, needed to cum and by removing the cock ring, he probably would have in a matter of moments. "I want this to last VJ, I want you to make love to me all night long, and the way I see it, that cock ring is my insurance that it's going to happen."
VJ was taken back, the man who was begging to get fucked denying his request to remove his cock ring and grant him release; he was pissed. VJ was about to demand that the cock ring encircling his glands be removed, but Pickel quickly picked up Andre's underpants, the same ones which had been used to gag VJ earlier, and stuffed them right back into VJ's open mouth. Infuriated, there was little VJ could do as his cock was and would remain at full erection, his hands tied to a bed, unable to speak, helpless to resist while Pickel prepared himself to mount VJ.
Pickel stuck his index finger in his mouth, wetting it, before removing it and reaching behind him to insert it up his ass. Just like VJ before him, he was a virgin, never having anything foreign up his ass before. His hole was pink and tight, surrounded by a good amount of dark hair. While he kept his body for the most part hairless, as most models did, he never bothered with his crack, letting it stay naturally hairy, his rosebud a pink star in the otherwise dark night of his ass. Pickel was not interested in loosening his ass for VJ, on the contrary he wanted it to be as tight as possible for the muscle stud below him, only inserting his finger to make sure he had some inkling of what he was about to get himself into. Finding that he enjoyed the sensation, he positioned his virgin rosebud above VJ's member and slowly began to descend, not even bothering with a condom.
The grip was impossibly tight for VJ, having never experienced anything quite like it; even virgin pussies had never been close to being this tight. His cock split Pickel's rosebud in two as his cock head slipped inside, Pickel's resisting ass ring snapping shut behind it, trying to block any further intrusion, not knowing that it had already lost the battle. As Pickel's ass slowly descended, the rest of VJ's shaft began to enter his breached hole. His ass was clenching the invading cock like a vice, conforming to the dick which had just popped his cherry. Pickel's pleasure centers were firing on all cylinders, every delicious inch of VJ's cock causing a new reaction, a new sensation which he had never previously experienced. The cock of VJ seemed impossibly long; his ass feeling like it was being stuffed like a Christmas goose with a gigantic baster. Finally, the cock bottomed out, Pickel's ass resting against VJ's leather clad glands. His eyes were as wide as saucers, amazed that he had taken the whole length of this cock, his mouth agape, his chiseled jaw line covered with stubble. He stayed like that for some time, letting his spasming hole become accustomed to the fact that it had just been defiled.
He looked down at VJ who lay there, panting like a bitch in heat. His need to cum was so great that they feeling of entering a virgin ass had been magnified five fold, his cock begging for release, yet the leather wrapped around his magnificent tool denying him.
Pickel, now sitting triumphantly upon VJ, began to rotate and gyrate his hips and pelvis, growing ever more accustomed to the feeling of VJ in his no longer virgin hole. Slowly he began to ascend, until all he felt was his ass ring gripping the flared head of VJ's cock, seemingly unwilling to let it exit even though only moments ago attempting to deny it access. Sensing that the time had come, Pickel forced himself down hard and fast upon the cock on which he was impaled, taking all of VJ in one fell swoop, his bubble butt making an audible noise at it came into contact with VJ's tree trunk like thighs.
As VJ felt his cock being fully enveloped once more by Pickel's velvet lined love canal, his body tightened and surged forward, the ropes around his wrists growing taught, preventing him from leaving his reclining position on the bed. In no time at all, Pickel had developed a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down on VJ's dick, alternating between taking it all in and almost letting it escape his ass' grasp. Once of twice he actually did let the cock slip out from his reddening hole, but the hole did not close up, retaining the shape of VJ's cock, as though it was made for VJ's cock alone, allowing it to slip back in his now well used-ass, welcoming the pleasure that accompanied its arrival. He rode VJ like a bucking bronco, determined not to be thrown from it, the bound hunk thrusting up to meet Pickel's rhythm. Pickel's now deflowered ass was so tight, that it seemed to almost pull at VJ's dick when ever he forced himself up off the prick, pulling at VJ's cock, not wanting to let it go. Pickel's ass slid up and forward, and back and down, creating a sense of friction that both men found to be very pleasurable. As he continued to whore himself atop VJ's blue ribbon dick, his hairy balls continued to slap against VJ's pelvis, his engorged and swollen dick alternating between slapping against his abs and those of VJ's. Both men whimpered and moaned in sheer delight, Pickle hearing VJ's swollen lips attempt to cry out from behind his gag as Pickel reached forward and savagely twisted the tied up model's erect nipples, wanting to see the response it would get from the younger model.
Ever eager to impale himself even deeper onto the cock embedded in his ass, Pickle leaned forward and grabbed onto VJ's bulging biceps, using those muscles of steel to leverage himself so that he could force his ass down harder on the penis of the men beneath him. Throwing his head back in delight, he began to reach the point of no return, the feeling of VJ's cock rocking his g-spot continuously finally taking its toll.
Releasing his grip on VJ's arms, he took hold of his cut cock with one hand, steadying himself with the other. His hand was a blur as it flew up and down his own cock, still continuing to ride VJ for all he was worth. His breathing grew more frantic coming in short gasps, his hairy nut sac full of cum drawing up against his body. "This is it, this is it, get ready for my cum, get ready for the cum you fucked right out of me."
The slit at the tip of Pickel's penis spasmed and shot a load of white hot jizz clear across VJ's body, landing on his face and in his hair. The first load was followed by two more that reached VJ's face, creating ribbons of sticky semen that coated his tousled hair and handsome face, giving him the appearance of being a cheap fuck and not a highly paid professional model. Finally, three more shots of cum erupted from the 8" pickle of Pickel, running down the mounds of muscles that were VJ's pecs, collecting in the ridges of his abs of which Pickel massaged, rubbing the cum into the smooth creamy skin.
The ecstasy which VJ experienced was much the same, the ass muscles of the ejaculating Pickel tightening to such an extreme, that VJ felt his cock would be snapped off as the ass ring contracted during Pickel's cum session. However, with the cock ring still firmly in place, he was unable to cum, more desperate now more than ever.
As Pickel came down from his euphoric high, he still found a willing participate beneath him, VJ's iron rod of a penis still pumping in and out of him at a good and hard pace. As he continued to ride the stallion of a man below him, he found his cock already showing signs of new life, thankful that he was still a young and virile man, capable of pumping out a few loads in the course of a fuck session. However, he was appreciative of the ultimate pleasure VJ had just shown him, and thought it might be time to show just how grateful he was to the stud who had just taken his anal virginity.
Reaching behind him, Pickel found the snaps that imprisoned VJ's cock and balls and undid them, finally freeing VJ from his prison. Pickel looked down at VJ's face, still covered in his juices, finding a look of gratefulness, lust and sex appeal in the young model's face, looking as though he wanted to say something. Pickel removed the gag, allowing VJ to speak once again. "Oh god, thank you so much, now get ready, I am going to rock you so hard and fill that ass up with my own load, you modeling whore." VJ exclaimed as his now free cock pumped ever faster, sensing that its much needed relief was near at hand.
"Oh god, just a little bit more, open up that tight little ass hole, open it up, let VJ let you know what it's like to be fucked by a real man." He could feel his churning balls tighten in their swaying sac, he could feel his cock harden, preparing to fire a volley of jizz up Pickel's bung hole, his eyes closes, preparing for the pleasure he had wanted for so long.
However, as close as he was, it was not to be, as he felt Pickel's ass being forcibly removed from off his cock. His eyes sprung open, shocked to see a wet and totally nude Andre pulling Pickel off his perch atop VJ's dick and throwing him across the room, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
VJ had never seen Andre more upset, his eyes flashed with anger, his muscles defined and heaving as his Soviet temper came to a head. He turned to VJ, seeing the dried cum adhering to his slave's handsome facial features and hair. "You little whore, you slut, you are mine and mine only, I tell you when you can fuck and where to fuck, you do not decide for yourself. I decided when and if you get to cum."
He turned to Pickel who was by now picking himself off the floor. "I come back and find yourself whoring yourself out on my property, getting off on VJ's boy-sized prick, loving every moment of it. Let me show you how my bitches feel when I am done with them, what it feels like to be fucked by a Soviet stallion."
He aggressively approached the now standing Pickel, tossing him face first against the wall, forcing him to bend at the waste, kicking his legs apart. Pickel could only brace himself with his hands against the wall, preparing himself for what he knew was about to come, the fucking of a life time from a riled up Russian Stud.
Looking down at Pickel's hairy crack, he could see the tell tale signs of a well fucked hole, red and swollen, still gapping open, trying to close and fill the vacuum that had been left when VJ's cock had been ripped from it's grasp, but unable too. Grabbing his Russian rocket with one hand, Andre guided it to the hole of his new conquest, forcing it up and into the well used hole, burying it to the hilt in one swift thrust. His swinging balls slapping against Pickel's, like two sets of pendulums meeting.
Pickel could only throw his head back and gasp with sheer delight, the profile of his Adam's apple protruding from his neck. Andre grabbed a fistful of Pickel's hair and pulled on it, forcing Pickel's head to snap back even further, placing his other hand upon his own ass, aiding in the rocking motion he was using to fuck Pickel.
His cock was pumping in and out of Pickel's ass faster and faster, ravishing areas which VJ's slightly shorter cock could not reach. Andre did not feel the ooze of cum in Pickel's ass, pleased that he had been able to stop the two traitors before VJ could shoot his load, leaving it up to Andre to be the first to brand this tight and willing hole with his cum.
Andre was much shorter than Pickel, standing only 5'10", but this did not stop his show of force and dominance on the taller model, letting his rhythm of plugging the ass before him come to a near stop, before pounding away again, letting Pickel feel the full brunt of his power. He had lost out on a few modeling contracts to some taller models in the past, but he had always gotten the last laugh, usually taking them out in the ruse of a congratulatory drink before ending the night spraying their insides with cum after fucking them silly back at his hotel room. Andre knew Pickel would be no different.
The power-fucking continued in earnest as VJ lay there across the room, totally helpless, cock still engorged, still begging for release, still tied to the bed. However, the view he had from his vantage point was a sight to behold. There was Andre, his master, his lover having his way with the older Pickel. Tugging at his close cropped hair, grabbing hold of his slim waist or exploring the rest of Pickel's tight and muscular body, Andre's hands were everywhere. VJ watched as Andre's back muscles flexed with each thrust, as his two ass cheeks clenched tightly together as he lay in to the model who had submitted so willingly, who could only moan out Andre's name and brace himself, with the aid of the wall, against the royal pounding he was receiving.
As Andre continued deep-dicking Pickel's sore and stretched hole, he muttered a strings of obscenities, calling Pickel every name in the back. Occasionally he would raise his right hand, slapping the upturned butt cheek of the submissive Pickel, enjoying the sounds Pickel would make upon contact, of how a rosy hue began to spread across the stinging flesh of the cheek.
In the midst of his obscenity laden tie-raid, Andre let something slip. "Oh yeah, take my whole dick up that hole, you slut. You like how it feels? That's right; I am so close, so close to blowing my load in this ass. Your ass is mine you piece of shit, whenever, wherever, I am going to fuck it as much as I want."
The statement hit VJ like a ton of bricks, realizing it was the same thing Andre had said to him only an hour or so ago when he had popped his anal cherry. Maybe VJ was naïve, too young to realize it, but he had thought that he was something special to Andre, he was his slave, his fuck partner, accessible to him and only him any time he wanted to ravish his body, and so he assumed the same went for Andre, that VJ's body would be enough to satisfy the insatiable sexual appetite of the Soviet, that Andre would want for nothing, having everything he desired right there in his new slave of VJ. Realizing that he was only one out of many, that Andre probably kept a stable full of models for his pleasure, VJ became angry. He had first thought Andre was fucking Pickel only to let him know to keep his hands off his property, off VJ, but it was dawning on him that Andre was enjoying breaking Pickel in and adding him to a long list of conquests and submissive bottoms that he could call on at any time to fulfill his sexual desires.
His blood began to boil and he surged forward, attempting to get to Andre, the man who had made him think he was something special, only to fuck the next new thing that came along, discarding him like refuse. The ropes that tied him to his bed held him back, but this time he felt the ropes slacken a little in their hold upon his left wrist. Looking at it, he saw the knot had loosened. Thinking back, when he was fucking Pickel, Pickel had grabbed onto his arms and biceps while in the throes of passion. Realizing that somehow that action had caused the knot to slip ever so slightly, VJ judged that it might just be possible to slip out from the knot. VJ began to tug and pull at his arm, slowly making progress, his hand gradually getting closer to escape.
Andre and Pickel continued their marathon fuck session, both too caught up in trying to make one another reach their sexual peak to notice VJ's attempt to escape. With one final tug, his hand came free, quickly using it to gain freedom for his other hand, freeing him from the restraints which had bound him since the beginning of this ordeal.
Standing up, his freedom still escaped the notice of the two other models as he began to come up behind Andre, his own 7" cock rigid with desire, pointing the way to the Russian, ready to make Andre regret he had fucked with the wrong model.
That is the end of part 3; I hope you enjoyed reading it. I did not get many responses from the last installment, so if I don't hear some encouragement, this may be the end of the series. E-mail me at badboy40050@hotmail.com any comments or suggestions you may have.
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