Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 14:06:28 +0100
From: Lidon Dyte <lidon.dyte@gmail.com>
Subject: David Beckham In Miami Part 6

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 6, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com

DAVID BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART SIX

New York fashion week was fast approaching, and aspiring designer Victoria
Beckham was preparing to leave her Miami home for the airport.

"David!" she called out to her hunky husband as she made her way to the
front door. "The car's here David - I'm off!"

David Beckham was sitting in the lounge, nervously waiting for his wife to
leave. He dashed over to her and gave her a kiss. "Good luck, darling," he
said. "Knock em dead!"

"Thanks - I will," Victoria was too preoccupied with her busy week ahead to
notice that her handsome, studly husband seemed tense and was almost
ushering her out rather quickly.

The car had barely pulled off the driveway before Beckham had bolted
upstairs and into the master bedroom.  To say he was tense would be an
understatement. Following his seedy encounter in a dingy office several
weeks ago, the hunky tanned hetero sportsman had developed an insatiable
appetite for anal play and the hunger had become intense.

It had not always been this way. In the past, he had been aware that his
great athletic physique and handsome chisled facial features had sexual
appeal to his substantial following of gay men. He had enjoyed showing off
his sublime body during the many photoshoots he had done during his career,
smirking at the camp "fashion queers" (as he thought of them) as their
lingering eyes and stammering voices betrayed their nervousness at being in
the presence of such a god. He loved the power he had to set their pulses
racing with a cheeky grin and a playful wink, which was enough to get them
going and make Beckham chuckle at the control he had over everyone around
him. He would smile to himself, knowing the effect he was having,
frustrating these soft gay men as he almost flirted with them, taunting
them with his hetero magnificence, knowing that they would never get to do
so much as touch his golden tanned and beautifully inked skin. He was a
complete god, any everybody knew it, including him. Most importantly, his
impressive beefy ass was strictly for looking at, never to be touched by
anyone except his wife.

That had all changed. The cocky, proud hetero stud had agreed to give up
his body on what he thought was a temporary basis in order to secure a real
estate deal that would ensure that his project to build a new stadium in
Miami could go ahead. Instead, the encounter had unlocked extreme,
animalistic desires that he never knew he had. As much as he hated to admit
it, his big, muscular, sporty bubble butt ass was a source of intense
pleasure not only for the gay men looking at it (and, more recently,
plundering its inner depths with their tongues, fingers and dicks) but also
for its hunky and shameful owner, who now craved the incredible sensations
of having it rimmed, tongued and fucked on a regular basis.

The worst of it was that, despite his new found love for butt sex, Beckham
himself was still a straight man. His handsome face would burn crimson with
shame even as he found himself begging for more as his chubby ass was
pounded, and an uncomfortable look of reluctance would play across those
chisled features as the stud was made to participate in the very gay acts
that the other man would inevitably want - particularly kissing. Whilst
every man he had approached or been approached by would leap at the chance
of taking that famous ass, once they could see the hunky athlete's obvious
hunger, they would avail themselves of his other charms - and in most
cases, it was that stunningly handsome and famous face. Those brooding,
chisled features were every gay man's fantasy - the wolf like piercing
eyes, strong jaw and fleshy, well-sculpted nose had such a stong, manly,
hetero beauty ... and to persuade their reluctant owner to give them up for
a gay man's pleasure, allowing his hot sexy mouth to be taken in a full,
passionate french kiss, was an opportunity that no gay man could
resist. They had seen that hunky visage staring down at them from
billboards with that intense sexual look, full of confidence and hetero
machismo, a handsome god looking down on the little people. Now, they had
that very same face pressed up against theirs, feeling the hot flesh and
manly stubble, their tongues thrashing against each other, even moaning
into each others mouths. Such an incredible experience would quickly have
Beckham's lover fully primed and ready to complete the act of taking the
soccer god's other stunning feature - his hefty muscle butt.

Since his regular lover, Lidon Dyte, was away on business, Beckham's sexual
frustration had been steadily growing. Luckily, he had a solution of
sorts. He had persuaded Dyte to let him keep the fat, vibrating eight inch
dildo that he had been introduced to shortly before his second encounter
with Cristiano Ronaldo. Usually kept hidden under the bed in the master
bedroom, the deparate stud had taken it out and applied some KY jelly as
lube. The hetero hunk shed his clothes in seconds, and began sucking on a
couple of his manly fingers. He caught himself in the mirror and felt a
stab of shame at the sight of his lithe, tanned form, adourned with the
inked artwork, the beautiful features of his handsome face stretched
erotically as his hot mouth accomodated those big manly fingers. To his
surprise, and further humiliation, his fat cock actually began to plump as
he watched himself slicking up his fingers, getting ready to penetrate his
studly ass, ultimately for it to accomodate the dildo. Fuck, he thought,
I'm actually getting turned on by being a slutty ass whore. He considered
turning away from the mirror and getting on with his shameful act as
quickly as possible, but soon realised that he couldn't. He actually wanted
to watch himself as he submitted to his base lusts and desires, to witness
his de-manning - to his horror, he realised, it was enhancing the
experience. To be turned on by his own degredation - a further humiliating
development!

And so it was in full view of the mirror, taking in every shameful detail,
that David Beckham, the hunky hetero superstud, worked the lubed up humming
dildo slowly into his ass. The stud watched in shame as the erotic
expressions played across his chisled features - his sexy brow furrowing,
his mouth twisting as soft moans of pleasure escaped from it. His thick
cock soon rose to its full nine inches, precum glistening at its flared
head, the meaty pole twitching in response to the anal stimulation.

"Aaaaahhhh," breathed the horny hunk as he worked up a nice slow rhythm
with the dildo. "Yeeeaahhh... fuck my ass ... yeeeaaahhh..."

His handsome face flushed yet more with embarrasment as he heard himself
speak those degrading words. But yet again, the pang of humiliation was
accompanied by a jolt of sexual energy. There was no denying it now - it
was not merely the physical stimulation of his silky anal passage that was
driving his desires, but also the shame and disgrace at the whoring of his
big manly form.

"Fuck yeah," panted the soccer god. "Fuck my big ass ... oh, yeah, take my
big ass ..." His big cock bobbed yet more frantically, flicking precum from
its head, as its hunky sex-crazed owner spoke those humiliating words!

So caught up in the moment was Beckham that he had not heard the front door
creak open, or the footsteps up the stairs. Neither had heard the camp
tones calling out "Cooo-eee! Victoria, are you there?" Nothing, in fact,
until the bedroom door was cautiously opened, and the queeny voice spoke
again: "Hello? Are you in here?"

Beckham yelped out in surprise as he spun around to face the door. Staring
back at him in shock was Carlo de Meyer, Victoria's good friend and fellow
fashionista.  Carlo had been helping Victoria out with her fledgling
fashion design business, introducing her to the key players in the fashion
world and making helpful suggestions to her own design ideas. He had met
David a few times - Becks had been friendly enough but had not really taken
notice. To him, Carlo was just another "fashion queer" - someone who would
breathlessly fawn over the studly athlete (and who Beckham could tease with
a little smile or wink) but otherwise not worthy of the real man's
attention.

Carlo was stunned in to silence by the incredible sight before him. When he
had first learned about the Beckhams setting up a base in Miami, he had
made great efforts to inveigle himself with Victoria, knowing that she
would be a great connection to have and that it would be fun to hang out
with someone so famous. The fact that he occasionally got to ogle her hunky
husband was a not inconsiderable added bonus - and to be sure, Carlo had
allowed his gaze to linger on Beckham's impressive form, particularly that
spectacular ass which looked so great in the tight designer jeans that
Becks favoured. He had only had a few brief conversations with David, but
even in those short moments he had felt a flutter as he looked into those
dazzling eyes which sparkled with hetero strength and fire, and melted
slightly at the stunning smile (Beckham seemed to be always smiling!) on
that almost too-handsome face.

That beautiful face looked even more erotic with the expression of surprise
and terror that was playing across it now. Naked and kneeling, his
oversized cock leaking and wobbling, the lithe musclature nicely shaping
under that golden tan skin, Beckham was quite a sight.

"I ... er ... shit!" stammered the helpless hunk.

Carlo quickly processed the scene. His first inclination was to run - to
slam the door, calling out "sorry!" and to leave the house - persuading
himself that he had caught Beckham getting changed or just out of the
shower, rather than buggering himself silly with a big dildo. But then he
composed himself, as it dawned on him that he now had the power. This,
Carlo thought, could be very interesting indeed.

"Well," Carlo said archly. "I seem to have interrupted you. My apologies."
He gave a very subtle smirk and cocked an eyebrow to let Beckham know that
he knew exactly what was going on.

"I was, um ... it's not what it looks like," Beckham blustered. "I just, er
..."

"You ... accidentally undressed and started playing with your wife's sex
toys," Carlo finished the sentence for him, his voice dripping camply with
sarcasm.

Beckham's head dropped and his eyes closed. It was the first time that
Carlo had seen a look of defeat and shame on that handsome face. He found
it incredibly erotic - and realised that control had shifted from the
formerly confident stud to him.

"Look," said Beckham softly. "Please don't tell anyone. Don't tell
Victoria. I was just experimenting ... please, she'll go mad."

"Oh, I don't know if I can do that," Carlo said. "As you know, Vicky is a
very dear friend to me. We girls tell each other everything. It would take
a lot ... for me to break that trust."

The words hung in the air - Beckham's heart sank as he knew what they
meant. He had surrendered his famous millionaire body in exchange for a
strip of land - now he would have to whore himself out again, to use his
tanned muscular physique, his rippling abs, his thick muscular thighs, his
chisled face and of course his chunky bubble butt as a bargaining chip,
this time to keep his shameful secret safe!

With a sigh, Beckham withdrew the dildo and stood up. "Fine," he said. "If
we do this, you don't say anything, OK?"

Carlo was momentarily taken aback at the scene before him - now that
Beckham was standing, the full glory of that insanely beautiful body was
his to see. The athletic form was stunning - the musclature rippling nicely
under that tanned skin which was glistening with sweat, those colossus like
thighs built thick with muscle from many years of soccer, the thick cock
still erect and bobbling gently as Beckham shifted nervously.

"Um ... wow," he said, struggling to keep his composure. He considered the
moral implications for a second - after all, the handsome stud before him
was married to his friend. But the sight and sound of this famous hetero
hunk now offering up his godlike body was too much for any gay man to turn
down. "Well ... fuck. OK!"

Carlo approached Beckam slowly, not quite believing that this was
happening. Despite Beckham's clear humiliation, Carlo still felt a little
nervous - he had never done anything with a straight guy before, and having
one of the most famous straight men in the world as his first experience
was certainly going in at the deep end. His nerves soon settled, however,
as he moved in for the kiss and Beckham responded by pressing his lips
against Carlo's, and then opening his hot, sexy mouth to initiate the full
frenching.

Carlo's confidence grew as he settled into the kiss, and his eager hands
began to explore the bountious delight before him. Running his hands
eagerly over the well-toned flesh of the athlete - the lithe musclature of
the back, those beautiful inked arms - the fashion queen's high-pitched
moans soon came. Beckham's humiliation grew further as he recogised the
sound - those camp "ooohs" and "aaahs" that he heard in the background as
the fashion queers purred over him during photo shoots, with him sneering
to himself knowing that those desparate homos would never get anywhere near
his fantastic form. Now, those very same sounds were echoing in his head as
they rose from the camp gay man that he was now passionately frenching!
Beckham cursed himself as he realised that this loser would probably have
been content just to feel his muscles or even suck his dick - the full kiss
was a prize he could have withheld. In his desparation, he had surrendered
everything without thinking. When Carlo's marauding hands finally reached
the heavy, hefty globes of that chunky bubble butt ass, the squeals of
delight that resonated through the passionate french kiss cut like a dagger
into Beckham's hetero mind. Of course, to Beckham's dismay, as the
humiliation level increased, it fed the shameful hunger within him - and
without thinking, he found himself responding to Carlo's shrieks of delight
with deeper, manly hetero moans of involuntary pleasure!

As the two men continued their embrace, Carlo began to grind his crotch
against Beckham's, his much smaller erection rubbing against Beckham's
mighty tool through Carlo's pants, which began to stain from both his
precum and the more copious amounts of sex juice that were leaking from the
studly soccer star's organ.  The grinding increased in its intensity as
Beckham, almost on autopilot, responded by rubbing against Carlo with equal
vigour, spurred on by Carlo's hands which were now grabbing fistfuls of ass
flesh as they continued to grope and mash those immense muscular globes.
At last the combined senations emanating from his hands, his mouth and his
crotch became too much for Carlo. With one final high-pitched moan into the
hunk's hot mouth, the fashion queen shook violently as his orgasm took
hold, his hands pulling Beckham towards him from behind as his crotch
ground into Beckham's from the front. Spent, he pulled away from the kiss,
dazed and smiling.

"Wow," he finally breathed. "That was fucking awesome."

Beckham took a step back - Carlo smiled at the look of complete shame and
humiliation which suited that handsome, chilsed face so well.

"Sorry, Becks," Carlo said, "but I am going to *have* to do that
again. That was just too good for a one off special. Victoria doesn't have
to know anything ... but your face and body are mine now and I am going to
use them again."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Beckham, impatient that his own fucklust had
not yet been satisfied, and in fact had only increased at the further
humiliation of having surrendered himself to such a camp, queeny gay man of
the kind he had once considered a lower form of life. "Are you not going
to, erm..."

Carlo frowned slightly as he tried to work it out. Then his expression
changed to on of surprise and mischief as he realised what it was.

"Oh ... you thought I was going too fuck you!?" he exclaimed.

He laughed as Beckham hung his head and slowly nodded.

"Sorry, Becks. I never top. You'll have to make do with that," he laughed,
gesturing toward the dildo.

Then an idea occured to him. "You know, there's a party tomorrow that I
think you'll enjoy," he said. "An exclusive crowd, very discrete. All
friends of mine from the fashion world. Anyways, there's a good mix of tops
and bottoms - and a few who do both! - so it usually ends up getting pretty
... exciting."

Beckham screwed up his face. "Nah, I don't think so. You've had your fun
for now - I'll take care of myself, thanks. And just rememeber to keep you
word."

Carlo tried to hide his disappointment. "Well, OK then," he sighed. "It's a
shame - everyone there has a great time and, like I say, it's all very
discrete. You're not the only married man with a 'secret'."

Beckham shook his head - Carlo sensed that it was time to leave. As he
exited the door, he turned and said, "Well, I'll certainly be coming back
tomorrow for a repeat service. And ... you should think about coming to the
party. Trust me, everybody leaves there satisfied and - well, frankly, you
look like you need satisfying, stud!" And then he left.


IN THE NEXT PART: Beckham finds it impossible to get the full release from
using the dildo alone and ends up even more horny and frustrated after
reluctanty treating Carlo to another hot and heavy makeout and frotting
session. Arriving at the party, his heart sinks as he walks into a room of
camp, shrieking fashion queers, all salivating over the prospect of getting
to enjoy the hunky superstar in a variety of humiliating ways. The soccer
stud panics as he recognises a couple of queens from a fashion shoot he did
a few weeks ago ... and having set their hearts fluttering with his
trademark smile and even a cheeky wink, they are eager to work out their
frustrations! They are delighted to find that the once remote and distant
object of their lust, whom they could only admire longingly from afar, has
become a helpless cock whore, his confident manly smile giving way to horny
moans of lust and surrender as he cries out in shameful pleasure at the
pounding of his big, muscular, slutty bubble butt ass!