DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. David Beckham would probably not do what I have them do as described below. He is not gay.
Here is Part 7, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com
DAVID BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART SEVEN
Carlo de Meyer's life had changed very quickly ... and he was loving it. It had not been 24 hours since he had taken the fateful decision to drop into the plush home of his friend, Victoria Beckham, to wish her good luck in displaying her collection at the upcoming fashion week in New York. Finding the front door ajar (in her rush, Victoria had not shut it properly) and assuming that his friend was inside and waiting for her car, Carlo had dashed in and called out for her. Getting no response, but hearing noises from the master bedroom, he had ducked in there expecting to see her frantically getting ready.
Instead, the lucky fashionista had caught Victoria's hunky husband, soccer hero David Beckham, in the act of noisily pleasuring himself with a sizeable dildo, sweat glistening off that rippling jock body as the studly athlete sodomised his muscular bubble butt ass with the sex toy, oblivious to the intrusion of his wife's queeny friend. Anxious to protect his shameful secret, the hunk had allowed the trembling queer to sample the delights of his godlike naked body and gorgeous face in a steamy and sensual frotting session that had been beyond the shocked gay man's wildest dreams.
Carlo could tell that he had the humiliated hunk right where he wanted him, and had made good on his promise to come back the next day for a repeat performance. Not being into penetrative sex himself, Carlo instead decided to treat himself to a nice, sensual makeout session with the shame-faced hetero stud, savouring every moment of taking the reluctant married man in a deep french kiss as the two sat naked in Beckham's spacious jacuzzi. Having taken his sweet time exploring that famous, gorgeous body, lingering over the beautiful inkwork that adourned that amazing bronzed torso, Carlo decided to finish by having Becks wank him off. Having previously received hand jobs only from other gay men, with their thin and effeminate hands, it was a mind-blowing experience for the fashion queen to receive the attentions of those big, manly fingers clenched around his below-average cock as they performed a job that their humiliated owned had never done or even thought about before - bringing a campy, queeny gay man to a screaching orgasm!
"Thanks again, stud," cooed Carlo, planting a lingering goodbye kiss on Beckham's hot mouth. "Sorry that you didn't get to come. I can see you're really frustrated."
Carlo had dressed himself to leave; Becks was still in his bathrobe, his huge pulsating cock tenting white fabric obscenely.
"Last chance," Carlo said. "I can't give you what you need, but I guarantee that you can find it at the party." He cocked his head to one side playfully. "Want to come?"
Beckham sighed. After his first encounter with Carlo, he ploughed himself roughly with the dildo, aching for release. Eventually he had come ... but there was something missing. A lot missing, in fact. He had shot a small load, but no real release, no true satisfaction of the hunger. He hated to admit it, but he could not fly solo. His chunky bubble butt needed to be filled by a real cock, driven by another man - he needed that extra power, that extra degradation, to truly sate his thirst.
The stud spoke softly, defeated. "Where and when."
Carlo's face lit up. He scribbled down an address and handed it to the shamed stud: "Be here at 9:30. Tap at the side door, I will let you in."
Becks took the scrap of paper and just nodded. Carlo smiled again and got up to leave.
Turning as he exited the front door, Carlo spun round with a mishevious glint in his eye:"Oh, and you can put on whatever clothes you want. You won't be wearing them for very long!"
The handsome star blushed at the brazen suggestion but said nothing. He knew it was true. The door closed with a click as Carlo left to prepare for an evening that would go down as one of the hottest orgies in history.
"Come on Carlo, luv - what's the big surprise?" implored Diego.
Carlo just smiled. Diego Fasta, Miami's top fashion photographer, was one of Carlo's oldest and most trusted friends. The two of them had worked together often on the fashion schene, and had been attending the infamous fashionista sex parties for over ten years. The drug-fuelled events were always great fun ... but it was usually the same faces, plus whichever dumbass wannabe male models happened to be passing through town - or rather, those desparate enough to allow their muscled, oil-up bodies to be fondled and admired by a roomful of gay men for a couple hundred dollars "attendence fee". Occasionally, one of the hopeful adonises would allow a fawning fashionista to go a bit further - to handle their junk or even suck their proud young cocks. But no straight guest would ever go further than that - for the full-on stuff, the queers would have to satisfy each other.
This time, Carlo had boasted to his friends, it would be an extra special bash. He claimed to have found a hot straight dude who would do a lot more ... but was being deliberately cagey about the details.
"Diego, honey," cooed Carlo, "it really wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now, would it?"
"So what," joked Diego, "is guy gonna let us fuck him?"
Carlo smiled: "He'll probably insist on it!"
Diego was about to enquire further, when there was a tapping at the door. The two friends had been getting ready for the party in a small anteroom that adjoined the main event room through a large wooden door. But the tapping came from the thinner metal side-door which backed on to an alleyway. It was him!
Carlo ushered Diego into the main room, where the thirty or so guests were milling around, sipping cocktails and exchanging gossip. "Go and tell the girls that our special guest will be presented in five minutes," instructed Carlo. "And no peeking!"
The main event room was a large wood-panelled reception area. Expensive artwork hung from the walls; elaborate sculptures and designer furniture scattered around on the plush red pile carpet. Fashion photographers and designers mingled with wealthy socialites, chatting and exchanging the latest gossip and rumour about the fashion and celebrity world over expensive martinis. The murmur of conversation was interrupted by Diego's announcement - and resumed with an air of curiosity and speculation about who the special guest might be.
A few minutes later, the door opened again and Carlo emerged.
"Attention please, ladies," he called out. "Our guest of honour is ready to make his enterance!"
The crowd gathered around to face the door, still murmuring in anticipation. Carlo stepped aside and motioned for the guest to enter the room. As he emerged, the crowd fell completely silent - the only noise a cocktail glass falling to the floor having been dropped out of sheer surprise at what its holder was seeing.
Before them stood the bronzed, athletic form of David Beckham - completely naked! The horde could only gasp silenty as they took in the sight of those well-built legs; the sloping calf muscles toned by years of running around the soccer field; those huge thighs, obscenely muscular and well-developed, strong with manly, hetero power. Between them hung a sizeable cock, plump and thick even in its unaroused state, with two heavy egg-sized balls resting beneath. Scanning up, they took in the more delicate musclature of that beautiful rippling abdomen and inked chest, which heaved slightly with the nervous breathing of its studly owner. The stunning inkwork literally covered the glistening pectorals and arms, from the gracefully muscled biceps all the way down to those big, manly hands. Hanging slightly in shame was that beautiful statuesque head; the chisled features of that handsome, famous face were the same healthy tan has the rest of that glorious body, but tinged red with humiliation as the married hunk took in the reality of his degredation.
Carlo smiled at the shocked faces of his fellow queens. Eager to break the ice and get the party started, he moved over to Beckham and, to audible gasps of suprise and delight, began to openly fondle the star's ample genitals, rolling those impressive balls between his thin, effeminate hands and caressing the fleshy weight of that fat hetero cock.
"No need to be nervous, girls," Carlo chimed as he continued to brazenly manipulate the straight stud's prized dick. "Mr Beckham here has very kindly allowed us complete access to his body. Isn't that right, honey?"
Beckham didn't take his eyes off the floor as he just nodded slowly.
Breaking from the pack, one of the queens - a bitchy fashion photographer called Eduardo - decided to test this out for himself. Approaching the bronzed god nervously, he reached out a spiny, effette hand, trembling with anticpation as it moved towards that heavenly body. He gasped as his hand made contact with the hot, tanned flesh of the studly millionaire - first testing the waters by stroking at the firm lithe musclature of the hunk's abs, then feeling along the length of those ropey, inked arms. Finally, gaining more confidence at Beckham's clear acquiesence, the star-struck queen reached down to rest his clammy paw on one of those colossal muscular ass globes, his eyes widening as he felt the steely flesh of that world-famous bubble butt for the first time.
"Oh my god," he breathed at last in girly queer tones that made Beckham wince. "He's letting me do it. He's actually frickin letting me do it. This is fucking amazing."
More queens from the crowd began to edge towards Beckham, surrounding him. Initially apprehensive and a little scared at the intimidating presence that such a dazzling hetero form naturally had on a room full of spindly, effeminate gay men, they could now see that the mighty preditor was indeed a tamed animal and posed no threat.
Beckham's heart sank as he resigned himself to his fate. Camp, queeny voices murmured and cooed with surprise, delight and lust as hand after hand joined Eduardo's on that sexy tanned body. Greedy paws groped at the hot flesh of that athletic torso, feeling the contours produced by the lithe musclature across those broad shoulders and inked back. More hands fought over the meaty cock and balls, fondling the most intimate parts of the famous soccer stud, as those waiting for their chance made do with stroking at those thick, steely thighs, purring with appreciation at the size and strength of those powerful quads. And of course, yet more hands were hungrily grabbing fistfuls of the equally hard flesh of those mighty glutes, cooing and shreiking with delight as the mounds of that obscenely chunky bubble butt ass were pinched and groped mercilessly. Those powerful thigh and ass muscles, built from years of training and dedication to his sport, famous around the world for charging around soccer pitches in the pursuit of hetero sporting glory, were now serving as sexual playthings for a group of horny, camp gay men. A lifetime spent creating that perfect body, Beckham was now surrendering its bounty to a room full of queer strangers ... in the hope that they would give his slutty, hungry ass the pounding that it so sorely needed. As some of those hands now made way for mouths, eager to lick, taste and nibble at the fleshy delights of that incredible body, Beckham could only sigh as he realised how far he had fallen!
It was only a matter of time before the shamed stud felt his hefty arse cheeks being prised apart and the breath of one of the throngs of fashion queers now kneeling behind him. He jolted as he felt the hungry tongue lapping at his sensitive hole.
"Aaaahhhh," came the soft but manly sigh from the helpless stud.
The mass of queens groping and licking at his body were backed away slightly, disturbed momentarily at the sound of this big hetero hunk reacting to his ordeal, apprehensive as if the sleeping beast was now awaking to punish them for exploiting his hot, toned flesh.
"Yeeeeahhh...," sighed the stud as the gay man behind him continued to feast on his big bubble butt. "Oh, fuck, yeeeaahhh... eat my ass...."
The queens exchanged knowing looks and wry smiles. The hetero stud was moaning in pleasure, not protest! None of them could work out how or why this famous married hunk had agreed to submit himself - and none of them really cared. They continued to give the writhing stud a bit of space, enjoying the display as his muscles tensed and that beautiful hunky head was thrown back in ecstacy at the sensations emanating from his ass, the expression playing across those sculpted, chisled features clearly showing the toxic mix of pleasure and humiliation that the millionaire soccer star was experiencing.
"Jeeez ... he fucking loves having his ass eaten," exclaimed one voice.
"Wow ... the great David Beckham is an ass freak!" laughed another
"Shit, look - he's getting hard!" squeaked Eduardo.
Sure enough, the fat fleshy pole of that mighty cock had filled out in response to the enthusiastic tonguing of that muscle butt and now stood proud at its full nine inches. A number of the bottoms in the crowd licked their lips as they eyed that impressive tool, hoping at the chance of getting ploughed themselves by that famous married hetero hunk.
There were sounds of mild protest as Carlo forced his way through the crowd.
"Ladies, please," he said, taking control of the situation. "You will all get the chance to sample the delights of our guest. But he's here because he needs to get off ... and we need to make sure he can last the pace."
He held up a small metal hoop with smooth ridges on its inner side. Many of the crowd has participated in enough group sex sessions to know what it was and cooed appreciatevly as Carlo slid the hoop down the pulsating length of Beckham's fat cock, down to the base. Carlo flicked a clip on the side of the hoop which extended its size temporarily, enabling him to feed the heavy ball sac through it before closing it up again. The specially adapted device was designed to apply pressure in a specific way, to ensure that the wearer's horniness and desire was not inhibited by it, but that no matter what stimulation he received, he would not be able to come. It would enable Carlo and his friends to keep their new toy at a maximum state of arousal indefinately without release, until they decided to remove the ring. The crowd could now relax, knowing it meant that there would be plenty of time for each of them to have their opportunity to fulfil their desires with the studly athlete!
"Right, let's let everyone get a proper look at that scrumptious booty," declared Carlo. "Come on, Federico - don't Bogart that butt!"
The young skinny Puerto Rican design assistant was in heaven. He loved eating ass, but normally had to make do with the skinny gayboys he would pick up in the bars and clubs. He would catch sight of sportsmen on TV - hulking quarterbacks, fit male tennis players, and athletic soccer stars - and dream about burying his face between a pair of tight well-developed buns. He had certainly perved over Beckham's beefy behind, totally in awe of the way that those fantastic globes shelfed out so obscenely from that lithe, slender athletic body. Now those hefty globes were pressing against either side of his face as he tongue eagerly explored the sweet tasting inner ass of their handsome hetero owner. The fact that his efforts were producing such horny moans from this straight stud drove him on further, deeper into that glorious silky anal passage. He certainly didn't want to stop - but a stern tap on the shoulder from Carlo had him standing reluctantly to his feet.
"Ohmygod that was incredible," he breathed, wiping his mouth. He walked around to face the shamed stud.
"I've dreamed for the longest time about just even meeting you, Mr Beckham," he giggled like a nervous teenage girl. "To actually get to eat that ass ... wow man. Fucking unreal."
He stood smiling goofily, admiring the soccer stud's handsome face as it looked down in shame at the fact that this skinny queer kid had had him moaning in ecstacy just moments ago. Feeling daring, Federico reached a hand up to that strong manly jawline and lifted it slightly.
"Wow ... you are gorgeous man," he drawled, lost in that beautiful face.
Carlo smiled at how smitten this kid was. "Why don't you kiss him?" he suggested, to Beckham's dismay. "Let him taste his ass on you."
Federico's eyed widened at Carlo's suggestion. "Can I do that?" he asked
Carlo nodded. "Sure you can, sweetie," he cooed. "He'll let you do anything you want ... he's so frickin desparate to bust his nut."
Federico didn't need to be told twice. Hardly believing his luck, he leant in towards Beckham's sexy mouth, feeling the hot sweet breath of the stud on his own face. As the young gay man took the older straight stud into a full french kiss, the onlooking crowd cheered and clapped in delight. Beckham's hetero soul was crushed at the sound of high-pitched camp whoops and cries filling his ears, as he passionately made out with the gayboy. He could even taste and smell the musk of his own sluttly ass as he allowed his hot hetero mouth to be taken. Federico sucked hungrily on Beckham's thick, wet tongue as the shamed soccer god realised that he was adding yet another one to the tally of men who had now gotten to savour the incredible experience of making out with one of the world's most famous sexy straight men.
"Ok, honey," Carlo stepped in after a few minutes, "leave some of his for us!"
Federico slowly pulled out of the kiss, not breaking eye contact with the humiliated Beckham. Such was the intensity of the experience, he could barely whisper: "Thanks!"
Carlo had Beckham move over to the centre of the room and get down on all fours. Even as the soccer god walked the few paces across to reach that position, the shimmying of those toned muscles under that beautiful sunkissed skin was a breathtaking sight. And as he finally bent down to assume that humiliating pose, his dripping cock pressed against his taut stomach and big beefy ass hoisted up into the air, there were audible sighs and gasps at the erotic display.
"Right," said Carlo. "Time we all got a nice look at that ass. We're all going to get quite well acquainted with it over the course of this evening, so it's only polite that we say hello!"
With Carlo crouched own at Beckham's left flank, and Diego at his right, the audience gathered round, eager queers jostling for the best view, and two sets of skinny, effeminite hands each took one of those amazing ass spheres between their spiny fingers and slowly prised the muscular globes apart. The degraded hunk could only blush further as his studly ass was opened up for all to see; his ears burned as he heard the crowd cooing and purring camply at the sight of his fully exposed hole.
"Ohmygod ... just incredible..."
"Shit - I gotta have me some of that. Looks so freakin sweet!"
"Hey, let me go before you - you always make a mess of these party bottoms!"
Beckham's cock involuntarily twitched as he heard himself - his ass - being described as a toy, as property, to be passed around from man to man to do with as they wished. The crowd gasped at the fact that Beckham obeyed Carlo's orders to suck on the gay man's spindly fingers, and on Diego's, his hot mouth working overtime to get those girly digits slicked up and ready to penetrate his ass. Murmurs of approval as Carlo slowly worked one finger in, then two. Beckham could only grunt in a mix of pleasure and pain at the intrusion. Soon Carlo's fingers were joined by one of Diego's.
"Come on," Carlo motioned to Federico. "You've had your tongue in there. Try a finger. Get him to suck it first." And sure enough, seconds later, the married stud had humiliated himself further by performing the same degrading act of using the saliva from his hot, hetero mouth to slick up a gay man's finger for penetration of his chunky man ass.
"Aaaahhh jeeeees," Beckham could not help but moan as the four fingers now plundering is ass worked up a rhythm on his prostate, stretching him in the way his mind now recognised as the prelude to what he really needed - a proper, hard ass fucking.
"Strap in, ladies!" beamed Carlo. "It's going to be quite a night!"
And so it began. Over the next few hours, that famous studly body was used and abused in ways that it never had been before. First up, Diego (a top) had the honour of being the first to turn out that fine ass, drawing a gutteral moan from the horny hunk as the fingers were withdrawn from his silky hole and replaced with Diego's hard lubed-up cock. The crowd watched in awe and amazement as David Beckham, the world-famous icon of hetero masculinity, cried out and begged for more as his beefy ass was taken by a nobody queer.
"YES!" bellowed the helpless hunk in those sexy Brit tones, as Diego drove his dick home. "FUCK YES MATE! FUCK MY ARSE!" The manly, macho sounds of Beckham's voice revirbirated around the room, contrasting with the girly squeals and cheers of the horde of gay men witnessing the incredible performance.
The crowd were slightly disappointed when those moans were muffled by Carlo, who could not resist crouching round to face the sex-crazed hunk, lifting up that handsome face to his own and burying his tongue into the straight stud's hot, wet mouth. Carlo almost fainted at the sensation of that manly roar direct into his own mouth through the kiss, knowing that those base, animal noises were being caused by the fucking that the stud's big ass was receiving.
Carlo made way for another guest, Georgio, a dark-skinned Italian and fashion writer for the Miami Herald. Despite having the same slight frame as most of the other fashion queens, Georgio did possess a big meaty cock; at a thick eight inches it was even in the same league as Beckham's monster. Soon Beckham was delivering his first blow-job of the night as he moaned onto that Italian cock, his eyes bulging as the full length of meat was thrust into his hot mouth and down his tight throat. Georgio guided the motion of the stud's head by holding onto that expensive designer cut hair. The sight of the gorgeous straight man choking on his cock was too much for Georgio to last very long, and he soon shot copious amounts of his Italian seed down into the hetero hunk's stomach, just as Diego reached his own climax as be bred Beckham's beefy ass.
Beckham's hungry butt was not left empty for long, as another top's dick replaced Diego's. At the front end, a serious-looking and overweight German fashion designer, Lucas, approached and lowered his pants. To the crowd's delight, and to Beckham's utter horror, instead of sliding his dick into the stud's sexy mouth, Lucas turn around and presented his own flabby ass to the hunk's shocked face.
"I want him too eat my ass," Lucas intoned. "He will do it?"
Beckham looked hesitant - for all the depths he had plunged to, he had not yet been required to perform a rim-job.
"If he wants to bust his nut, he will," Carlo said with a warning look at Beckham. "Any problem with that, Mr. B?"
Squeals of delight went up from the crowd as Beckham could only shake his head. Smiling, Lucas inched his sweaty, fat ass towards the athlete's face. The sight of those handsome, sharply chisled features, so perfectly sculpted and shaped, disappearing into the flabby pale ass of a large gay man was quite something.
"Ja, that is good," sighed Lucas. "You are not remembering me I think, Mr Beckham?"
Beckham could only moan "No" into the smelly butt.
"The Armani shoot last year, in London," explained Lucas. "I was the set designer. You smiled at me and asked me to get you a coffee. I thought, what an arrogant English bastard, but your face was so nice, so pretty, I can't say no. So I run and get you coffee, like a little servant. And you just wink at me and take it, and don't talk to me again."
Lucas's grin was almost evil. "I think, fuck that arrogant man. And now I am sitting on that very same pretty face. Now go on, use your tongue!"
Beckham reluctantly complied as those words sunk in. Once, his godlike beauty had had these gay men fawning over him, completely under his spell. Now those same handsome chisled features that had effortlessly turned this gay man into a compliant lackey were now buried in his fat ass, the thick wet tongue going to work on the smelly hole within. At the same time, Beckham's own ass, built of solid, thick muscle without an ounce of flab on it, was being ruthlessly drilled by yet another queen. Worst of all, the sensation of having his slutty ass pounded was drawing moans of horny surrender from the hetero superstud, which the onlookers interpreted as moans of pleasure at tasting the German's ugly fat butt!
"Oh wow," commented one of them. "I was gonna have him blow me, but I am for sure gonna have him eat me first!"
Beckham's heart sank further at the murmurs of agreement, as he realised that almost every blow-job he administered would be preceded by a nasty ass munching. The idea clearly appealed to Lucas, who soon turned around and plunged his cock down Beckham's throat.
"Ah, it's wunderbar!" he exclaimed moments later, as he climaxed adding his seed to Gerogio's in Beckham's stomach. "Ja, he eats your ass then he swallows your load ... ha!"
The combined effect of the humiliation and the ass-pounding was having a profound effect on Beckham's monster cock, which strained fully engorged and flicking ropes of precum onto the rippling flat belly of the superstar. Despite his shame, the hunk had to admit that this was the most mindfuckingly intense experience of his life - his firm bubble butt ass getting the seeing to that he sorely craved as his hot sexy mouth and handsome face were exploited for the pleasure of his fuckers.
"Jeez, look at his dick - it's going crazy!" shrieked Eduardo, pointing. "He's gonna blow for sure!"
"Oh, he won't be blowing until we let him," Carlo purred.
Becks suddenly realised the effect that the cock ring was having on him - ensuring that he was taken to the very edge but not able to get release.
"Please," panted the helpless hunk. "Please, I need to shoot. I'll do whatever you want with you guys, but I need to shoot!"
Laughter and clapping from the crowd.
"Don't worry Becks," Carlo cooed, reaching down to rub and flick the sensitive inflammed bellend of the straight man's pulsating cock. "You'll get to shoot ... but not yet. Not all of these guys top - there are plenty of them who want this in their asses, and they will all want you at your firmest!"
There were murmurs of approval and agreement from the bottoms in the crowd.
"Saddle up, Becks," Carlo said, landing a playful slap on one of those incredible ass globes. "You're in for a long night!"
TO BE CONTINUED ...