Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2014 20:38:54 +0000 From: Lidon Dyte Subject: David Beckham In Miami Part 8 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. Thanks for the comments and suggestions, please keep em coming. Here is Part 8, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com On a warm summer night in uptown Miami, a plush, wood-panneled room below a luxury hotel was the scene of one of the hottest, filthiest events in gay world history. Amongst a throng of shreiking, camp gay men was one of the most famous superstars on the international stage - the handsome millionare stud, fashion model and former soccer hero, David Beckham. That was no big thing in itself, of course - the star was a frequent guest at many "gay" functions, having attended the wedding of his friend the musician Elton John, and spoken as a patron of many gay-rights charity events. But this time, things were very very different. Whilst still very much the center of attention, the mighty Beckham was not using his chisled good looks, stunning smile and easy charm to hold his audience in his palm in his usual confident, hetero manner. Instead, the married hunk was naked, his beautiful toned and tanned body writhing in sexual exertion, sweat running down that hunky handsome face as its sharp defined features twisted with intense fucklust. And that immensely muscular bubble butt ass, instead of tantalising the audience from the confines of a pair of expensive tailored suit pants so teasingly out of reach, was being ruthlessly plundered by a succession of fingers, tongues and of course gay men's cocks. Most surprising of all, rather than howling in protest at this unusual situation, the hetero stud was crying out for more, pleading and begging for his big, chunky married ass to be violated further! "FUCK YES!" bellowed the sex-crazed superstud in those manly Brit tones as yet another delighted fag top pounded away at that brutalised backside. "HARDER! COME ON, FUCK MY ARSE!" The bronzed hunk was willing to do anything to satisfy his shameful hunger for hot gay sex. His glorious butt, having hardly ever been touched beyond a playful slap from a teammate or a loving squeeze from his wife, had since betrayed him with its insatiable appetite for being stretched, fucked, filled and pounded. Although mentally straight, the mighty David Beckham had an animal urge for anal sex - and a room full of gay men who were happy to oblige or otherwise enjoy his new-found fucklust. Of course, with so many gay men in attendence - some tops, some bottoms, some fetishists - there were a variety of requests, and the handsome hero found himself in a great number of different positions over the course of what would feel like the longest night in his life. After a number of tops had enjoyed the delights of that heavenly ass, the well-hung hetero stud was instructed to service the bottoms. Any idea that the role reversal would allow him to recover some of his dignity were quickly dashed. "Now then, Becks," cooed Carlo as the first lucky bottom, a skinny young gayboy called Tommy, prepared his eager ass with plenty of lube. "Just because you're topping doesn't mean you're in charge. You'll do whatever these boys want, OK? If they want it slow and tender, you make love to them gently with lots of kisses and sweet talk. If they want it hard and fast, then you'll do that to - man, that ass and those thighs will put on a great display for us going at full power!" Beckham flushed with humiliation as he reaslied that he was completely under the control of these guys - his hot hetero body completely at their disposal. "Don't be too down, Mr B," taunted Carlo. "You do have some choice in this. Two, in fact." He held up a fat, eight-inch dildo, flicking a switch at its base to demonstrate a variety of functions - a low vibrate for moderate stimulation, a stronger vibration for more action - and an ultra setting, with the dildo pulsating and writing as it vibrated so wildly that it almost slipped out of Carlo's hands as he demonstrated it. "First choice," said Carlo. "You've had you're ass filled a lot this evening, and you seem to be liking it." Laughter and cheers from the crowd at this - Beckham's handsome face crimsoned with humiliation. "But of course, we thought you might want to give it a rest before we get started on it again. So ... what's to to be? Leave her empty while you take care of these bottom ladies - or keep her filled up with this bad boy?" The crowd made their feelings known. Beckham couldn't say anything as he shame and degredation grew further. "Tough choice?" teased Carlo. "Tell you what. We'll leave you empty, unless you say otherwise." Some sounds of disappointment from the crowd - but more eager smiles of anticipation as they sensed what was coming. Beckham gulped. On the one hand, he wanted to recover some respect, some dignity, and at least play the part of the man as he took care of these shrieking gay bottoms. On the other ... fuck, he hated to admit it, but his big slutty ass was still hungry and craving for more. Fuck it, he thought. He had sunk this low in coming this far - he might as well get a bit more pleasure. These gays had seen his assed filled with dick - what difference would a fucking dildo make? "Please," he croaked. "I ... I'll have it." A ripple of camp laughter from the crowd. Carlo shook his head and wagged his finger in mock reproach. "No, no, Mr Beckham," he chided. "Ask for it properly. The class wants to hear you speak up and say it." Beckham cleared his throat and spoke words to increase his humiliation further. "Please," he intoned in that soft, sexy Brit accent. "I need it. Please fill my arse with." Carlo smiled. "Good choice!" he said. "Now, on to your second decision. Which setting? The low level vibrate, just to y'know, tide you over? Or the moderate vibrate, for a bit more fun?" He deliberately left out the highest setting, but an arched eyebrow and knowing glance meant Beckham knew what he was expected to say. Gasps of delight from the crowd as the shamed hetero stud meekly requested the ultra setting. "No. The third one. Please ... my ass needs all the action it can get." The reaction surprised even Carlo, who had gotten used to manipulating the tanned hunk's weakness. "Jeez, Becks, just a 'please' would have been enough! We already know how much your ass likes action, honey!" Beckham's beautiful chilsed features flushed a deeper shade of red at the camp, girly laughter and clapping from the crowd. And so Beckham commenced servicing an excited but slightly anxious line of bottoms, taking the camp gayboys in whatever fashion they enthusiastically demanded. Some from behind, eager to get the full pounding from that magnificient nine inch cock. Others missionary, savouring the erotic experience of being made love to by one of the world's most handsome, famous straight men, enjoying the slower rhythm of that mighty tool as its reluctant owner penetrated them. Of course, they insisted on trading lingering french kisses as well as intimate nuzzling, light biting at the ears, sighing in delight as that sexy voice whispered sweet tender words. The line ended with a particularly energetic bottom, Brody, who started out with a nice gentle fuck on his back and ended up sitting on Beckham's lap, his skinny arms flung around the stud's muscular back, licking and slurping hungrily at the sculpted, chisled features of that stunningly handsome face whilst bouncing up and down crazily upon the hunk's pulsating, leaking cock. Brody finally came in a shrill frenzy, his camp shrieking voice cutting into the hetero stud's mind as the gayboy climaxed, shooting a load all over himself and Beckham's lithe rippling abs. The crowd murmured in appreciation at the display as Brody, coming down from the ultimate climax of his life, tenderly scooped his cum off that taut, muscled stomach and fed it to the shamed married hunk in between sloppy kisses. After the two of them had snowballed and swallowed, Brody finally climbed off Beckham's still rock solid cock. Beckham was left humiliated and stunned - even though he had technically topped, the horny power bottom had used and degraded his famous sexy body and face just as much as the tops had! Next up, a group of sweat fetishists moved in to take advantage of the salty sheen that the hunky athlete had worked up from his exertions. The dildo stayed in place, sending erotic shockwaves through that elegantly muscled body as hungry mouths moved over it. Beckham could not count the number of eager tongues lapping at his beautiful tanned form. Of course, his sweaty and lightly-haired pits were the prime location, as were the crevices where those mightly muscled thighs joined at those slender hips. Girly camp noises of muffled delight filled his ears as wet tongues swabbed across his heaving, inked chest and toned abdomen. A brief pause as he was made to stand up so that more people could access the hot flesh of that amazing body. As his assailants moved away to allow him to manoeuvre, Beckham caught some of their gazes - the hungry looks in their eyes accompanied by smiles that showed they knew they had control and were going to enjoy tasting his body. Those smiles grew into broad grins of delight as the shamed stud looked down and blushed further at his humiliation. In the upright position, the number of mouths could almost double. The crevices created by the impressive muscular definition in that lithe, toned back proved very popular - as of course did those around that glorious bubble butt (although with the dildo in place, none could actually invade it.) Kisses and fingers traced over the beautiful inkwork that adourned the star's arms, chest and back - exploring the married hunk's incredible body made for a stunning visual experience as well as a physical one. Of course, that handsome face had not escaped attention - a number of tongues had slicked up over those chorded neck muscles, along the manly defined jawline (some pausing to suck tenderly on the defined chin), across those beautifully chisled cheekbones that gave the hunky face its godlike definition, licking and sucking at that perfectly-sculpted nose. After a while, every inch of the bronzed flesh had been licked clean of sweat and slicked up with the saliva of multiple gay men. Most of those tongues would have remained connected with that body all night, were it not for some of the tops who had regained their energy after the first round of fucking and were ready for another pop at that awesome muscle butt. There were a few moans of disappointment from the sweat freaks as the tops pulled them away and removed the dildo. The bronzed god's tired yet horny moans of encouragement spurred them on as he was yet again shamefully taken in a number of humiliating positions: on his back, on all fours, and (spurred on by Brody's example) on the laps of some of the stronger tops, the stud face-to-face with his fucker as he was forced to use those big, sinewey thighs to piston that chubby bubble butt ass up and down the gay man's pulsating prick. The sight of such a studly, hetero man using his own awesome buff jock muscles to power his godlike body up and down on a random queer's cock was utterly breathtaking. Some of the queens who were either not tops or were too horny to wait their turn jacked themselves off over the slutty married hunk, covering that lithe tanned body and hunky face with ropes of spunk, some of it even finding its way into the star's expensively cut hair. By the end of the ordeal, the hetero hunk would look every inch the party bottom whore! The tops' session concluded with a spectacular finale as the great David Beckham was taken in a double penetration; having worked himself onto Georgio's thick monster, the star's eyes had widened at the the intrustion of a cheeky finger from Diego, who had leaned forward and whispered the suggestion to the horny hunk. His mind broken by the fucklust, the tanned stud had agreed - and the amazed crowd watched as Diego cautiously worked his own cock in alongside the huge Italian sausage inside that sloppy ass. The pure primal growls of the sex-crazed hunk revirbirated around the panelled room as the intensity of the double-fuck took hold - the pain of that brutalised sphincter being stretched to new extremes giving way to an unreal, mindblowing pleasure. It did not take long for the two lucky queers to shoot massive loads into that abused ass, but with the cock ring in place there was no satisfaction for poor Beckham. By around 2am, most of the party had tired and left, exhausted from participating in such a legendary orgy. Carlo, Diego and a few others remained, enjoying the site of the young Federico felching the defeated hunk's ruined hole, hugrily lapping up some of the copious loads that had been desposited in that silky passage. Beckham was in a daze, a thousand times hornier than he had ever been in his life, the cruel cock ring still denying him release. Eventually Federico was done. Eating up one final load of combined spunk from that slutty hole, he pushed the exhausted straight hunk onto his back and snowballed the filthy mess for a few minutes. Finally the tired but fulfilled teen pulled away from the sloppy exchange having deposited the lot into Beckham's mouth. "Ok, stud," he wearily smiled. "I guess I'm done. You swallow it - you earned it." And then he chuckled with delight as the older man complied, dutifully taking the mouthful of cream into his stomach to join the many other loads that had been shot directly down his throat. Federico said his goodbyes and left. "OK, Mr B," Carlo said, draining the last of his cocktail. "Guess the party's over. You were a great bang - we must do this again." Beckham's eyes widened as he propped himself up. "What? But.." he glanced despairingly at his rock hard cock as it twitched angrily, drooling with precum. "Oh ... yeah," said Carlo, nonplussed. "I guess we forgot to take care of you. Sorry. Well, I guess you can go home and jack off." "No!" protested the honry stud. "Please! I have to... I mean, can't he..." he gestured towards the tired-looking Diego. "Sorry dude," Diego smiled. "I already had your ass three times tonight. Don't get me wrong- it was fucking A. But I'm all fucked out man - you really drained me." "Come on, Carlo," said a sleepy looking Georgio. "It would be rude to let our special guest go home like zis." Carlo sighed. "OK," he said. "But we get to do this the fun way." He minced over to the helpless straight hunk and made him lie back. Beckham gasped with anticipation as, with agonising slowness, he unclipped the cock ring and drew it along the length of that mighty, pulsating tool, whilst careful to keep his other hand clenched tightly around the base using a special grip he had developed. After the ring was fully off, Carlo tossed it aside and used the now free hand to trace a spindly finger tantalisingly around the ridge of the huge mushroom head, then over the slit, picking up a string of tasty precum which the delighted queer tasted. "You're gonna blow hard, Becks," taunted Carlo. "All those orgasms you thought had been denied were in fact just getting stored up." Diego and Georgio's ears pricked up - they had forgotten about that effect of the ring and moved over to get a good look at the show that was about to unfold. The look of fear and hunger on the married hunk's face was just too cute for Carlo to resist. He moved in for a sensual, slow kiss which the handsome stud could not help but return. "Oh man, this is going to be so freaking hot," breathed Carlo in between kisses. "I'll give you just a little taste of it first." Leaning back, he adjusted his grip, loosening it very very slightly for just a second. The effect on the bronzed hunk beneath him was incredible. "FUUUCCCKK!" he howled, his muscled tanned body convulsing as a thick stream of cum shot from that almighty cock. The entire organ seemed to explode, ballooning with almost an extra inch of thickness as it relesed the humungous wad. The copious load shot feet in the air before landing heavily on that beautiful, lithe stomach. "Jesus!" Beckham panted, his eyes wide as ever as he fixed Carlo with an almost fearful gaze. "That was ... fuck .... I've never .... I mean ..." "Wow," Diego was almost as shocked as Becks. "I never seen it do it like that before, and that was just for a second." "No-one ever had the ring on for that long," mused Carlo. "Usually twenty minutes, maybe a half hour max, before they can't take it no more." "Shit!" said Georgio. "If he do like that just then ... baby, the full release is gonna be some crazy fucked up shit!" Even Carlo looked slightly concerned. "OK, you had better brace yourself for this, honey," he cooed. "You might come your frickin balls off. Ready?" Beckham closed his eyes and nodded. "Just do it," he said weakly. "Please." Carlo slowly released the gripping hand and adjusted it to apply a slow, rhymic pressure at the base of that magnificent cock. For a split second, nothing happened - then all hell broke loose. The three gay men watched in amazement as that insanely pulsating organ ballooned obscenely as it cannoned out the longest bolt of pure, hetero man seed that any of them had ever seen. Beckham released an inhuman howl, a scream of a pleasure so intense that it felt like it had annhailated his mind and soul. Carlo struggled to maintain his grip as that bronzed, athletic body thrased and jolted around, the tensing toned musclature making for an incredible display. The fucked-up hunk thrust his groin skywards, lifting those hefty ass mounds fully up from the floor as his body convulsed around his cock. The stream of man juice would not stop coming - insane amounts of it were splashing down, covering the slick athletic form of its maker as well as the three spectators. "FFFUUUCCKK! AAARRGGHH!" the almost deafening manly roar filled the room as Beckham continued to shoot for a full, solid half minute without stopping that seemed like an eternity to the poor hunk. As the stream began to die down, Carlo had an evil thought. Reaching inside that well-fucked ass, the cunning queer began to massage the helpless straight stud's abused prostate with the fingers of one hand as he commenced a cruel milking of that beautiful fat cock with the other. "Aaaargh! Please, no! Stop!" Beckham was almost sobbing. Not having recovered from the mindfucking cum from the straight release, his muscular tanned jock body was now been subject to further excruciating stimulation. Carlo just smiled. "You're a big boy," he teased. "You can get up and walk away any time you want. But I don't think you're gonna. Let's see how much more we can get out of those lovely big balls of yours." Screams subsided into desparate whimpers and sighs as the defeated stud resigned himself to his fate. Carlo's expert manipulations were able to extract an impossible amount of juice from those copious, egg-sized nuts. The jets turned into smaller spurts, which eventually themselves dried up, having coated the former hero in what looked like a lifetime's supply of his own cum. Of course, Carlo did not stop, continuing to stroke, lick and suck at that painfully swollen and sore tool until the ordeal tired even him out. "Wow," was all that Diego could say as he patted his friend on the shoulder. "That was ... so fucking amazing, man. I thought I'd seen it all when he was riding two cocks - but that was something else." Beckham could only lie back, completely and utterly spent, as the afterglow of the most epic orgasm that any man had ever experienced took hold. The release left him drained - mentally and physically. He knew that he had crossed yet another line and could never go back - yet he had never felt so satisfied in his life. Diego and Georgio helped his exhausted, limp body onto a couch to let him sleep it off. ***** Two weeks later, David Beckham was reclining into a comfortable first class seat aboard a luxury passanger jet plane bound out of Miami International to London. His stadium venture had failed completely following opposition from locals - the sacrifice of his gorgeous hetero body had been for nothing. He swore to himself that he would leave everything that had happened to him behind him in Miami and never return. And he would get the help he needed to get over those base, primal urges that had been awakened in him. He knew exactly how. Dr. Julius Prew was the soccer world's best-kept secret. Ever wondered how, amongst the tens of thousands of professional soccer players around the globe, only one or two ever came out as gay - and even then, only ever at the much lower levels? How come no top soccer player has come out or even been caught in a gay tryst? The answer was simple. As soon as an agent or manager noticed signes of homosexuality in one of his players, or if a confused young athlete approached them to confess or even discuss wanting to come out publicly, they would be sent straight away to see Dr. Prew. Within a month or so, through a combination of hypnotherapy and supressant drugs, the young soccer player would be back on the straight and narrow, "cured" of any unhealthy appetites. Beckham had heard many stories of Prew's work - many big, household names had been to see him and it had all been kept completely confidential. He had a way out of this hell. "Can I get you anything, Mr Beckham sir?" the high pitched tones of the camp flight attendant cut into Beckham's thoughts. The hunky star narrowed his eyes slightly menacingly, recalling the dozens of queeny gay men who had devoured his desparate, sex-crazed body a couple of weeks ago. The flight attendant, a young gay man called Ben, felt his heart flutter slightly at the sexy, slightly threatening expression on that godlike chisled face. "No, I'm fine thanks," Beckham intoned coldly. Beside him, his wife Victoria slept soundly, exhausted from a late party the previous night. "You're comfortable there, Mr Beckham?" Ben's tone grew in confidence, much to Beckham's distaste. "Yes," the star said, a little irritated at the fact that Ben had moved in closer to him. "Just leave me to rest, please." Ben continued to fix the gorgeous stud with his gaze. Taking a big gulp, he moved in closer to make the move that would be the biggest gamble of his young life. Not breaking eye contact, he slid a nervous hand onto one of those glorious beefy thighs, running slowly over the denim of the designer jeans stretched taut over the solid, thick muscle. Beckham's eyes widened at the intrusion. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he hissed in rage, angry but not wanting to wake up his wife. "A friend of mine told me you might be into this," Ben purred. "He was at a party you were at a few weeks ago." "I wasn't at a fucking party," spat Beckham, his handsome features crimson with fury. "Take your fucking hand off me now. You are getting fucking fired mate." Ben grinned slightly as he squeezed at the exquisite thigh muscle, enjoying the feel of the manly hetero power it contained. "My friend sent me a video," he said. "I have it on my phone, right here. It's pretty good quality - high definition. Sure looks like you. Maybe we should show your wife, see what she thinks?" Beckham's anger turned to shock, then to resignation. Those stunning eyes, burning with fire, now looked down as the reality sunk in. Siezing the moment, Ben moved his hand further up towards the hunk's denim-clad bulge, clawing greedily at the thick cock flesh underneath. At the same time, he leant his face in close, and stuck out his tongue to take a long, wet, loving lick from along that beautifully defined jawline, up across a perfectly chisled cheekbone, tasting the hot manly flesh of the helpless married hunk. "Sure you don't want to play, Mr. B?" Ben giggled cheekily as his nibbled at the now docile stud's ear, his hand having moved under his T-shirt to feel and grope the fleshy delights of that smooth, taut stomach. "Not here," hissed Beckham, conceding that he was going to have to give up his gorgeous bronzed body yet again but wanting to make sure that his wife would not be alerted. "We'll use the VIP restroom," said Ben. "Woah, just a moment," he put a hand on Beckham's shoulder as the star tried to stand up from his seat to get the ordeal over with. "There's something real hot I want to do first." Beckham shot the devious young queer a suspicious look and received a mischievous grin in return. His eyes widened in fear as Ben moved in for the kiss and at the same time used his hand to deftly unzip the fly on Beckham's expensive jeans. Spindly queer fingers worked dexterously to manipulate that plumpy, flesh cock as Ben slid his hungry tongue into the married hunk's hot mouth. The intense sensations caused both men to moan, Beckham almost paralysed with fear that his wife would wake up. Soon Ben had extracted the stud's now semi-hard cock and was skilfully bringing it to a full erection. If Victoria awoke now, Beckham knew he was finished. There would be no coming back from being caught passionately french kissing the flight steward as his now hard, leaking cock was played with like a toy! Sensing the hunk's discomfort, Ben pulled out of the kiss to whisper again into his ear. "How freaking hot is this man," he cooed, licking and nibbling at the stud's earlobe as he traced a finger slowly around the sensitive ridge of that mighty cock head. "I'm taking you right here next to your wife, dude. She could wake up at any second and see this shit. Me taking your mouth, making out with you like a bitch, your big ol' cock hard as rock and leaking away..." "Please," Beckham could barely whisper, his voice tense from the combination of fear and reluctant stimulation - and straining with humiliation at the fact that this nobody queer had got him hard and horny with just a few moments of fondling his big manly body and cock. "Please what?" teased Ben, kissing tenderly at the star's graceful neck. "Let's just do this," pleaded the helpless hunk. "In the restroom, like you said." "Do what, honey?" cooed Ben, licking again at that beautifully sculpted face. Beckham gave a resigned sigh. "Do whatever you want," he croaked. "Hmm I don't know," Ben said. "I think I wanna hear you ask for it. Like you did on the video. That was so fucking hot." Beckham gulped and flushed red with shame as he finally gave in. "Fuck my arse," he whined. "Please take me to the restoom and fuck me. You can use my face, my body, my cock, my arse any way you want, it's all yours mate. Please just not here." The VIP restroom was adjacent to the private cabin where the Beckhams were seated, so the two men were able to slip into it unnoticed. In the safety of the locked room, Beckham could relax slightly. Ben made sure that it was a proper seedy, mile-high club fuck. In between wild, wet, passionate french kisses, the two horny men stripped each other of their clothes. Ben's grin was a mile wide as he took in the truly stunning, breathtaking sight of David Beckham's naked form - so wonderfully lithe and muscled, than beautiful sunkissed bronzed skin adourned with intricate inkwork. That hunky head, so erotically hung in shame. The thick nine inch monster cock, leaking and pulsating wildly in anticipation at what was to come. Ben was an aggressive top, and wasted no time. After admiring that godlike body for a few moments, he ordered the stunned hunk to turn around and lean forward against the wall, sticking out that glorious muscled bubble butt ass, spreading those thick beefy thighs. Being the VIP restroom, the wall against which Beckham was leaning was fully mirrored, giving the unfortunate star a full view of the intense fuck that was to follow. Hurt yet also horned up by the shame of it, the married hunk watched the studly, chisled features of his beautiful face contort into expressions of erotic agony as, after briefly lubing up and fingering his tight hole to gain access, Ben drove his respectable seven inch cock deep into that big, beefy ass. "Fuuucck yes," groaned the violated hunk, struggling to silence his cries given that his wife was sleeping just a few feet away in the cabin. "Oh jesus, yeah, fuck my arse mate..." "Oh fuck yeah," breathed Ben, hardly believing that he was plundering one of the most famous hetero stars on the planet. To help supress his own cries of pleasure, he bit down hard on the straight stud's shoulder, sucking at the succulent bronzed toned flesh. The climax sooned followed, Beckham actually shooting first from the intense pleasure of having his hungry butt pounded for the first time in weeks. Ben came soon after, biting hard into Beckham's shoulder as he drove his cock home a final time, depositing a generous amount of his seed into that slutty married ass. "Fuck that was amazing," Ben was breathless. "Oh shit," he laughed, "I think I gave you a hickey, Becks. Good luck explaining that to your wife. Ha!" He gave that beefy ass a playful slap. He quickly dressed himself, not wanting his absence to be noticed by his fellow cabin crew. "Not so fast, stud," he chastised the exhausted Beckham as he reached for his own clothes. "Your sweet ass isn't done yet. I'm not the only person on this plane who wants a piece of you, Mr. B. Carlo is a good friend of mine, and your services have been well advertised." A look of panic crossed Beckham's handsome face. "Don't worry," Ben laughed, seeing the star's concern. "We've been very discreet. Only a select few customers, on a highly confidential basis." "C ... customers?" stammered Becks. "Oh hell yeah," Ben grinned. "Carlo and the girls were real disappointed to hear you were leaving Miami and that they wouldn't be able to enjoy that fantastic body of yours. But they figured, just because they couldn't tap it, why should the gay world be denied such a fantastic piece of ass?" The hetero hunk winced and blushed at hearing his magnificent manly body described as if it were a sexual plaything, mere property. "And they also figured," continued Ben, "why not make a bit of money at the same time? So anyways ... there are four very wealthy men on this plane. They're all married themselves, of course, so will keep this all nice and quiet. They've each paid $50,000 for a ride on that fine, firm butt of yours." Another playful slap at those colossal bronzed globes as Ben emphasised his ownership of them. "Of course, you'll let them do whatever other shit they want too." There was a knock at the door. "Your first customer!" Ben cooed with glee. He opened the door to admit a portly, well-dressed Arab businessman, an oil magnate from Qatar. "Here you go, Mr. Al-Sadi," said Ben. "All yours for the next forty minutes. He's a great fuck." The door clicked behind Ben as he left. Beckham just stared, helpless and naked, at the middle aged Arab who slowly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underwear to reveal a flabby, hairy ass. Seconds later, Beckham's sharply chissled hunky facial features were buried in that fat smelly butt as his hetero tongue lapped at the dirtly hole within. By the time the forty minutes were up, Beckham had smoked his first Arab cock and his hungry bubble butt had taken another load. Al-Sadi had barely managed to dress himself by the time the second customer came knocking. It was going to be a long flight.