DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. David Beckham and Cristiano Ronaldo would probably not do what I have them do as described below. They are not gay.
Here is Part 5, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com
DAVID BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART FIVE
Cristiano Ronaldo reclined in the Miami sunshine, relaxing on the deck of his yacht in the Miami Bay. Laying out his insanely buff body out for the world to admire, the arrogant soccer stud grinned as he recalled his amazing week in Miami. The mysterious meeting with fellow superstud David Beckham had culminated in the Portuguese muscle god fucking the Englishman's brains out as Becks had sluttily begged for more. The mighty Ronaldo had truly cemented his place as king of the world, the helpless Beckham reduced to a horny cumwhore, willing and eager to sacrifice his famous hetero masculinity to satisfy his newfound cocklust and the need for his big bubble butt to be plugged by the fattest biggest dick he could find.
Ronaldo chuckled to himself as he recalled how Beckham had allowed that weird little nobody faggot to eat his magnificent manly ass and even allowed the filthy queer to take him in a full French kiss, permitting his famous hunky chisled face and hot hetero mouth to be cheaply exploited for some gay loser's pleasure!
He had spent the last week sunning up his magnificent body, partying with his friends and smashing as many women as he could manage. It had been a great holiday - but he wanted to cap it off with a repeat conquest of his former rival. The sheer power trip was perfect to satiate his massive arrogant ego.
He had taken Dyte's number and called him, barking orders: "I come round at four today. Have your place ready, I will fuck him there."
"Yes, Mr Ronaldo, sir," Dyte had replied, rolling his eyes. In the corner of his office, a horny, naked David Beckham was working a thick eight inch dildo into his big slutty ass, the most erotic expressions playing out over his handsome chisled face as the hapless hetero stud gave himself over to the urges of his treacherous hungry butt.
"I should make you pay for the honour of having Ronaldo in your shabby little office," the arrogant tanned god spat, laughing. "But I don't think you could afford it, ha! You can pay me by getting him ready like before. Then thank me and leave." He hung up.
Ronaldo sauntered up to Dyte's office a half hour late, rapping on the door and swaggering in like he owned the place. A blue wifebeater clung tightly over the hulking tanned musclature of the arrogant hunk's colossus of an upper body, the material stretching over those stong, powerful pecs and down over the rippling abodmen. The sleeveless garment displayed those big, ropey arms in all their tanned, muscular, hetero glory. A pair of gaudy yellow swimming trunks could barely contain those massive thighs and bubble butt, the bright colour contrasting beautifully with the rich, dark, tan skin of those magnificent limbs, so perfectly and powerfully designed. An arrogant sneer on that exotic, handsome face. Truly Ronaldo had a body built for sex, and he knew it.
"Where is he?" demanded the stud, ignoring Dyte outstretched hand.
Dyte nodded to the back room. "Getting ready for you," he said. "Won't take long - about five minutes."
Unfortunately for Becks, this was not quite true - the horny hunk had been good and ready for at least two hours. Dyte had kept his slave on edge, bringing him close but not allowing him release, knowing the effect it would have on the stud's already insatiable appetite for anal play. Becks had allowed Dyte to tie him to a chair, the dildo packed into his ass set on low vibrate, a setting designed to keep the sexy athlete tantalisingly on the edge, his big hetero cock hard and leaking. His soft begs and moans were supressed by a ball gag.
Ronaldo frowned. How dare he be kept waiting!
"Look," said Dyte, "I'm sorry about that and I can see you're real tense. You were right about me paying you for the privilege of being in your presence. Let me repay you with a massage to help than tension. I'm a bit of an expert. It'll pass the time and get you ready to conquer him again."
Ronaldo eyed Dyte suspiciously. "I think you look for excuse to touch Ronaldo's body," he snorted. "Ha, but I don't blame you. Well... I suppose you did arrange for all of this so you deserve a little something. You can massage my back for a few minutes - but stay away from my ass. No funny business!"
The cocky hunk peeled off his wifebeater, treating Dyte to a repeat of that incredibly erotic display as muscles rolled and shimmied under that tight, tanned skin, those brawny arms, shoulders, chests, lats, pecs and abs a flurry of motion as the top came off and was flung into the corner. The tanned stud plonked his hulking body face down onto the leather recliner, which Dyte had conveniently moved into the front office.
"Come on then," ordered Ronaldo.
Dyte smiled - this was too perfect. Quietly slipping on a pair of latex gloves, he took out the special massage oil he had prepared - containing a strong mix of his special gel. He applied it liberally to his hands and began to rub it into that mountainous back. The big, brawny muscles felt amazing as they coiled and writhed under his touch - such manly, hetero power under his fingertips! A finger traced more of the oil into the deep crevace, that valley of muscle produced as the two mountains of upper back muscle sloped down towards the spine. Down the tapering lats; then up and across those magnificent shoulders and upper arms, even the base of that beautiful chorded neck. Every inch of this utter god trembled with pure sexual power, strong sinewed masses under perfect dark tanned skin. It was amazing to see, incredible to touch and feel.
It did not take long for the oil to do its work - dazed, horny sighs and moans from the stud's pretty mouth as he fell under its spell.
"Fuuuucck," he moaned. "Feels amazing ... wooow"
"You look amazing, man," Dyte said. "So big and powerful ... the way you took down David Beckham and conquered him."
"Yeeeah," cooed Ronaldo. The fag was right - it had been one hell of a fuck.
"Yeah, the powerful David Beckham," Dyte continued, "taken down and turned into a bitch. Doesn't that make it the fucking best? The fact that he's probably the most famous, best looking man in the world and you took him down."
Ronaldo snorted. "Better looking than Ronaldo?"
"Well," Dyte said. "Some might say that. But not as powerful though." He continued his mind games, squeezing and pressing those big, strong, manly sinews and emphasising their size and power in Ronaldo's mind. "Imagine ... imagine how hot it would be if someone as powerful as Ronaldo was taken like that?"
Ronaldo jolted slightly at the thought, but the effect of the oil won out.
"Yeah, think about it," Dyte continued, leaning in closer to the hunk's sexy tanned face, the head turned sideways allowing him to note the eyebrows sculpted into that arrogant arch but at the same time, the passive submissive look that was beginning to set in. "The mighty Ronaldo ... the new king ... imagine if you could watch as those BIG muscles were taken by ... a nobody!"
Ronaldo moaned, confused at the erotic nerve that had been hit. His thick, meaty Portuguese cock had shamefully grown to its full size, his big brawny muscles were quivering with sexual energy as the intensely erotic massage continued.
Dyte had leaned in close to Ronaldo's upturned left ear, so close that his nose was teasing at the outer edge as he whispered: "The godlike Ronaldo, all of those huge muscles ... yeah, you worked so hard getting them. All that effort to build them up - that massive chest, those powerfall balling biceps, the thick collossal thighs, them famous legs ... You're so proud of them and love teasing everyone with them, don't you?" - Ronaldo could just nod weakly - "so if I decided to use them now ... take your famous, millionaire, muscle stud body and use it like a toy ... man, that'd be real hot, huh?"
Ronaldo's mind was a mess. The delight he had taken in conquering the mighty David Beckham - the erotic nerve that had been hit by realising that connection between sexual dominance and power - was now being used against him, to show him the erotic potential of the conquest of an even mightier king - the great Ronaldo - by a lowly faggot! The oil had opened up his mind to a new sexual avenue - of enjoying the sheer erotic power of a sexual conquest, but with him playing the role of defeated hero ... the oil had also torn down any inhibitions he felt about exploring that avenue.
"Yeeesss.." he slowly hissed, breathing heavily. "Pleeeease ... yesss"
"Yes what?" snapped Dyte.
Ronaldo sighed as he finally said it, the crimson burn of shame showing through his cheeks despite the deep tan of the skin. "Pleeease take my muscles. Take my body. Use Ronaldo as your toy."
Dyte grinned - he had won. Now to enjoy his victory.
He started off by flipping the dazed stud onto his back. The stonking erection was quickly noticable, tenting at the bright yellow trunks. Dyte rubbed up and down the terrific musclature of Ronaldo's torso - that famous tanned chest standing proud with solid muscle which rolled under the pressure of Dyte's touch, piching at those huge, dark nips to draw further moans and cries of submissive delight from the horny stud. Next, those abs - Jesus, those abs! Solid, defined and firm - the result of a solid 1,000 crunches per day. Such effort and hard work put into developing that stunning torso, developed perfectly for professional sport and high-value photo shoots - now reduced to a seedy sex toy, a gay man's plaything, here in this dingy office.
Of course, there was the humiliation of the kiss. Dyte looked forward to subjecting the ultra-arrogant hunk to the shame of an intimate gay frenching. Licking up that superb, chorded neck, sucking on that the pronounced Adam's apple that was yet more evidence of the heterosexuality of the testosterone-packed superstud, he was soon up to Ronaldo's beautiful face. It was quite a work of art - those arched eyebrows so perfectly sculpted to produce that famous arrogant smirk and intense frown, were now raised and arched further in pure submissive lust. Those doe brown eyes flickered open - their usual arrogance replaced with the shock at the sudden horny lust with which their owner was now taken. Proud, sculpted cheekbones too, and a cute nose. The mouth was a dream - plumpish lips parting to reveal a set of perfect white Hollywood teeth. The hunk's breath was hot and sweet.
Dyte teased his lips over Ronaldo's face. "I'll take your big, manly body like a man," he murmured, kissing and licking at that sexy famous now helpless face. "But take your sexy little mouth like a girl. Like you're a horny teenage girl, making out for the first time."
Ronaldo couldn't believe it - he had kissed thousands of women - all utter babes and supermodels - with that mouth. And now he found himself agreeing to let some fag loser use it ... such a downfall, he couldn't resist! The hetero stud moaned deeply but submissively as the two men engaged in an intense, wet french kiss. Dyte played with the hunk's chest as they made out, enjoying the feeling of the stud's stronger moans as his big brown nipples were pinched, rubbed and flicked. Ronaldo was flush with shame as he reaslied that he was groaning like a little bitch having her titties played with. His big, manly chest, the result of years of hard gym time, was being used as a faggot's playting and to increase his own reluctant horniness at the same time - as his hot, hetero mouth was plundered for the same faggot's pleasure. Despite the sheer humiliation, he could not help but lose himself in the intensity of the kiss and grope, as he continued the surrender of his brawny, hulking body!
"Mmmmmfff yeah," Ronaldo could only moan into the kiss. "Take Ronaldo ... pleeeease"
Dyte finally broke the kiss and resumed his exploration of that insanely sculpted brawny body. Relieving the horny hunk of his shorts, he smiled as that big dripping cock swung into view. Dyte couldn't resist having a suck of that thick, meaty pole - that big famous cock had been buried in countless supermodels, actresses, famous female singers ... a steely reminder of the hunk's heterosexuality, how could he pass the opportunity to sample it? Ronaldo moaned in lust as his big dick was worked over by this fag. Dyte enjoyed the sight of those stunning ripped abs, the erotic cut of the Appollo's belt at the top of those collossus like thighs, which Dyte eagerly groped and mashed at the insanely developed, pure steel sinew. Veiny and strong, those incredible mounds of muscle had impressed the world as they powered their owner's tank-like body around the soccer field - now their owner quivered and moaned in submissive lust as they were ruthlessly mashed at the hands of this complete loser!
Of course, Dyte had to explore that big sporty butt. Using the same technique that had devastaed Beckham, Dyte's hungry tongue penetrated between those beefy tanned globes and slicked its way towards the prize. Ronaldo howled in pleasure as his straight hole gave in to the wet intruder. His face buried in those divine heaps of hetero muscle, the deep gutteral moans vibrating thorugh that hulking body, Dyte couldn't resist any more.
He threw Ronaldo down onto his back. The cut, shredded body glistened with sweat, the powerful chest heaving at the hunk's rapid breath, those incredible abs ridging under that wonderfully tanned skin. A crazed look on Ronaldo's face, wild with erotic tension. Dyte had never used so much of the gel on a subject - the sheer size of that hulking body had taken half a vial of it. It had sent the tanned soccer god into some kind of super-intense fucklust!
"Ready for this nobody conquer the great Ronaldo?" Dyte panted.
"YES!" barked Ronaldo. "Take Ronaldo! Take my body NOW!"
Dyte was too horny himself to string the fuck out. He had a stunningly handsome famous athlete with the hottest body in the world lying on his back, begging him to fuck him. Dyte took out his hard average guy cock and worked it into the stud's hot hole. Ronaldo proved to be a true power bottom, ordering Dyte to fuck him harder, deeper! Dyte could barely keep up - Ronaldo's sheer physical prowess, even as a submissive fuck toy, was too much! Dyte was almost in tears himself, running his hands over that incredible body as he took it, Ronaldo's stare intense, his face red as be demanded more! Dyte couldn't help but come after a few minutes of that - but Ronaldo was still rock hard and hungry for more!
"I NEED MORE!" Ronaldo bellowed, muscles bulging, face red with rage, like the Incredible Hulk but angry with sheer, uncontainable lust.
For the first time, Dyte was lost. Shaken by the sheer incredible intensity of the experience, he could see that the brawny hunk was not satisfied yet. Out of ideas, he simply gestured towards the back room where the tied-up, horned-up Beckham sat. Ronaldo bulldozered in and began barking orders at Beckham; Dyte had to pause for a few moments to gather his breath. This was fucking intense shit.
When he finally composed himself enough to stumble into the back room, he was immediately stunned by the scene. Consumed with pure blind lust, Ronaldo had hauled the desparate Beckham out of his seat and ripped the vibrating dildo from the hapless hunk's ass. He had replaced it with his own dripping cock, taking the Brit's big hungry bubble butt with one swift motion - stretched out by the dildo's works, the older hunk took it easily and was now bent over the couch moaning as Ronaldo fucked him wildly. What had really stunned Dyte was what Ronaldo was doing with his right arm. The bulging, cut musclature flared as the limb twisted around to bring the still-vibrating dildo around to the Portuguese stud's own beefy ass. Desparate for the sensation at both ends, the godlike mountain of muscle was fucking his own ass with the device as he took his fellow soccer stud!
It was an incredibly erotic sight to witness - but a difficult stance for Ronaldo to manage. Noticing Dyte standing shocked in the doorway, Ronaldo glared at him and through gritted teeth hissed "Come over here and help to fuck my ass with this!"
For the next hour, Ronaldo ran both of the other men ragged with his barked orders and demands. Dytes arm had begun to tire from the effort of administering the dildo fuck - but luckily his own sexual stamina recovered enough that, combined with the sheer erotic intensity of the scene before him, he was able to help Ronaldo out with a second proper fuck of his ass. Beckham hadn't lasted long after Ronaldo had commenced the fuck of his own beefy butt. Ronaldo did not care, of course - and had continued fucking that ass until Beckham himself had arisen to a fresh, proud erection! Thanks to being kept on edge and not allowed to cum all day, Beckham at least had a few loads in him. Ronaldo directed the orgy, always making sure he had either Dyte or Beckham's cock up his arse (or with one of them working the dildo in there) - and depending on who had that pleasure, either Beckham's big sloppy ass or Dyte's eager (but tired!) mouth around his cock - with every free hand ordered to grope or mash some of the heavy muscles of his powerful chest, ripped abs, bulging arms, meaty thighs or steely bubble butt - whatever they could reach!
Finally, Ronaldo was spent. The three exhausted men collapsed in a heap. Dyte smiled weakly as he looked around him. To his left, the famous tanned inked torso of David Beckham, the chisled features of his hunky face deflated with the efforts, but glowing in post-fuck peacefulness. To his right, the hulking beauty of Cristiano Ronaldo, the mounds of his proud studly pecs rising and falling as the hunk breathed heavily in recovery from his own exertions. He had just shared an unthinkably hot, dirty threesome with two of the most famous, hunky, arrogant millionaire studs on the planet - an experience he never dreamed could have happened!
DAVID BECKHAM had resigned himself to his fate. Once the confident, arrogant hetero superstar who had strutted into Dyte's office those months ago, irritated at the distraction from his important, famous life, he had now been forced to admit his lust for gay sex and his hunger for having his big, beefy bubble butt ass filled and fucked. As Dyte has said, he needed to maintain his family man image and public persona - and that made the repeated secret fuck sessions all the more fun for Dyte. Beckham would turn up whenever the need took him - usually at least once a week, sometimes more - and surrender his famous, inked body, his beautiful chisled face, and the glorious mounds of that huge man-ass for Dyte's enjoyment and pleasure.
For CRISTIANO RONALDO it was not enough. His fucklust was based on power and dominance - his appetite needed the intensity that only group sex could bring. Occasionally Dyte and Beckham would be smuggled in to one of his secret gang-bangs, as, fuelled by Dyte's oil, a combination of Ronaldo's fellow soccer players and various other well-built, young celeb types would participate in the filthiest group sex imaginable. With sometimes as many as 12 present, Ronaldo would loudly demand to be the centre - always a cock or a dildo (and later on, a fist) up his own tanned bubble butt ass and an ass or a mouth around his mighty cock, a tongue or a dick in his slutty mouth. A true power bottom with an appetite like no other, the events would frequently end with the hulking superstud as last man standing, as the other guests faded away exhausted. Luckily, Ronaldo's team were able to keep the events under lock - mostly by ensuring that the other regular members were also openly straight, with hetero masculine personas to protect.
So it all worked out pretty well for our hero LIDON DYTE. The regular sex with Beckham was plenty to keep him going - their sessions could be as passionate or as quick and dity as he liked, although he did enjoy making out with the handsome stud - for all his adjustments, Becks had never quite gotten used to the intense french kissing and that familiar look of shame often crept over those chilsed features as they were exploited for Dyte's pleasure. The occasional visits to Ronaldo's gang bangs were great fun - Ronaldo had used his influence to indoctrinate a number of other stunning players, including his muscular rival, the handsome and buff Welshman Gareth Bale, and the beautiful inked and lithe Sergio Ramos. On one amazing night, Dyte had taken or been taken by all three of the Real Madrid studs, exchanging kisses, blowjobs, rimjobs and raw fucks, shooting his final load in Beckham's ass as the Englishman sucked off Ronaldo, with Dyte and Ronaldo snowballing Bale's cum that Bale had sucked out of Ramos's arse after fucking him and fed to Dyte!
So many beautiful, virile, muscular, manly, famous hetero studs to enjoy - Dyte knew he was going to love every fucking minute of it!
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