Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 21:21:11 +0100
From: Lidon Dyte <lidon.dyte@gmail.com>
Subject: David Beckham In Miami Part 3

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. David Beckham
would probably not do what I have him do as described below. He isn't gay.

Here is Part 3, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com

Thank you for the feedback so far, it is appreciated. I am sorry that I
won't always be able to apply to all ... but I do read them all. Your
comments are the only way that I know anybody's reading this filth, so if
they dry up then I assume there's no audience.

DAVD BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART THREE

THE STORY SO FAR : Soccer star David Beckham has agreed to give up his
hunky, tanned body for one hour in order to acquire a crucial strip of real
esate to enable his stadium in Miami to be built. The seller of the land
(and buyer of the magnificent muscled beauty, for an hour at least) is
two-bit property investor Lidon Dyte. So far, Dyte has conquered Beckham's
hot mouth and rippling, tanned torso, and has invaded the tight muscle butt
with his tongue and a cunningly designed sex toy. Having brought the sexy
stud to the edge by playing with his big, hungry ass, Dyte is finally about
to take the ultimate prize ... the anal virginity of David Beckham!

HERE IS PART THREE

Dyte stared at the sobbing hunk in silence. He had just laid it out
straight for him - Dyte was in complete control of the celeb, every inch of
him, from the expensive designer haircut that showed off the luxurious long
hair swept dashingly over that sexy head; the chisled facial features that
had turned millions of women (and men!) wet with that smouldering stare;
the lithe athletic upper body built by years of playing soccer and adourned
with incredible artwork; the obscene musclature of that bubble butt ass and
thick studly thighs; right down to the gracefully arched feet.

"You need to ask for it," Dyte intoned. "And make sure you ask the right
question," he said, gesturing at the noticable bulge that was stretching
the crotch of his own pants, "say the *right* thing ... if you don't want
to be kept on the edge for even longer."

That hot, sweaty, inked chest pumped for a few moments - the hunky athlete
was almost sobbing as it dawned on him what he would have to do. His mind
had been forced into surrender at the heat and intensity of the stimulation
he was receiving - he had never been so turned on in his 39 years, never
experienced this degree of erotic pleasure with any woman. As much as his
macho hetero mind hated to admit it, he knew that there was only one way
out.

"Please," whimpered the sexy, desparate stud. "Please ... fuck me. Take my
big arse with your nobody cock. I need it."

Dyte's smile expanded. "How should I take it," he teased. He leaned in
slightly and whispered: "tell me ... how you think I would want to take
you." He wanted to see just how much the buff bastard had learned.

Beckham furrowed his sexy brow in thought, knowing by now what his
tormentor wanted to hear, and considering how to express it. Here was this
arrogant, millionare model, actually working hard to come up with a speech
that would induce a gay man to fuck him!

Becks thought about how much passion Dyte had put into the kiss, how much
the loser had enjoyed the sheer personal intimacy of the experience. The
loser was probably in love with him! He gulped as he said the words that
would shame him forever.

"Please," he spoke slowly with a sexy vulnerable nervousness in his soft
British voice. "Fuck me here, on my back. Fuck me nice and slowly, and
... kiss me as you fuck me. Use my mouth and my face for your pleasure as
you fill my big arse. Make me your bitch ... please."

Dyte had hit the jackpot. His perfect combination of humiliation and
passion had lead the honry stud to degrade his heterosexuality in the most
shameful way. The millionaire celeb hunk was asking to be taken ... not
quickly to get it over with, but slowly and sensually to maximise the
enjoyment of his fucker!

Dyte moved towards the hunk's exposed hole. Slowly he withdrew the object
that had done so much to inspire Beckham's fucklust and placed a latex
glove on his right hand. He needed to loosen the stud up a bit, and with
the potency of the gel in the lube, he didn't want to risk the gel
sensitising even his finger so much that he would lose control himself.

The soccer stud laid back pliantly as his hole was fingered. Dyte admired
the beautiful sight of the hunk moaning softly as he gently worked a finger
in. Dyte had to be careful; he didn't want the horny slut to cum from mere
digital stimulation, but he did need to make a bit more room for his own
cock, which was by now fully hard and leaking in his own pants. To enhance
the humiliation, Dyte decided not to strip. He would tease his cock out of
the fly of his own much cheaper suit pants, and fuck the naked stud
fully-clothed.

Dyte took care to be gentle with the teasing open of the straight stud's
tight hole as he slipped in a second finger, and then a thrid one. His own
cock was no match for the towering, leaking mess of the superstar's nine
incher - but it was a respectable six inches with decent girth. An average
cock for average guy ... about to take the anal cherry of a perfect god of
a man!

Eventually he had opened that muscled butt enough. By this point, Beckham
was purring contenedly, moaning lightly, lost in a helpless haze of lust
for the incredible sensations emanating from the sensitive inner regions of
his beefy hetero ass. Dyte rolled on a condom and coated it with the
special lube (he obviously wanted to avoid direct contact of the lube with
his dick, which would have finished the peformance very quickly for him)
and lined the cock head up with the twitching knot of the bronzed god's
ass. He layed the head against the hole; Beckham sighed in anticipation.

Dyte leaned over, pushing Beckham's beefy legs further back with is own
clothed body, until his face was directly over that of the deliriously
horny hunk.

"OK, stud," he breathed, struggling to control his own lust - but somehow
managing. "Here's how we'll do it. I'll poke the tip of my tongue into your
hot mouth as I put the tip of my cock into your ass. We'll take both
together - as I work my cock in to you, slowly, I'll work my tongue into
your mouth. You'll suck softly on my tongue, and your hungry ass will
squeeze nicely around my cock. Just follow my lead, OK?"

The hunky straight celeb nodded instinctively at the instructions, knowing
that they were the only means to the release he sought so desparately.

So it began - the penetration of David Beckham!  It was all Dyte could do
to contain himself as he slowly inched his cock into the hot, tight, silky
interior of Beckham's anal passage. Each degree of intrusion produced a
horny moan of helpless surrender, which the violated stud was forced to
moan into the waiting mouth of his fucker who was also kissing him! Beckham
writhed at the combination of the stimulation and humiliation - his hungry
ass was betraying him with pure sexual energy as the cock invaded, and at
the same time he was forced to give intimate, personal gratification to the
invader as he sucked submissevely on his tongue!

After what felt like an age, Dyte was finally fully inserted into the
jockular ass of the soccer stud. He leaned out from the kiss and looked
into the hunky model face of his witting victim. Beckham's eyes were glazed
over sexily with lust.

"Ready for it, you *straight* stud?" Dyte teased - and smiled as the
reluctant hunk slowly nodded again!

Dyte worked up a nice, slow fuck, enjoying the sheer tightness of the
virgin hole and the erotic expressions it produced across the hunky chisled
features of that perfect male model face, those scultped eyebrows defining
the manly brow as it furrowed, the reluctant pleasure of the horny straight
stud so clear for his fucker to see!

He made sure to make the gentle fuck as romantic as possible. He nuzzled
Beckham's neck, next flicking the star's ear with his tongue as he
whispered: "Your ass feels incredible, baby. So fucking tight around my
cock and hungry for it." Beckham gave the horniest of moans. "Yeah," Dyte
continued, "you look so beautiful there as you take my cock. Come on, baby,
tell daddy how much you like it."

The hunky athlete could not find the words. "Aaaahhhh," he moaned. "Fuuuck
... fuuucking me..." He seemed lost in the intensity of the fuck, delirious
with pleasure. His treacherous cock continued to leak obscene amounts,
coating that deliciously rippling stomach with a glaze of precum. Dyte had
taken the glove off and scooped some of it onto his fingers.

"Mmmmm," he said, tasting the stud's juices. "You taste amazing, baby. Try
it." He traced a finger along Beckham's semi-parted lips, drawing a huge
horny sigh as the lips, still hyper-sensitive from the gel, transferred the
super-charged sensations to the broken mind of their studly owner. As he
sucked softly on the finger, Beckham's mouth formed an O shape which served
to accentuate his chisled cheekbones nicely. Dyte slid his finger in and
out as the stud continued to suck sumissively.

Dyte considered using that hot, horny mouth for a blow job before he
completed the fucking of the ass; he could take off the condom and enjoy
the sight of those exotic chisled facial features as stiff dick traced
across them, coating them with his own precum, before conquering the sexy
mouth, gripping that expensive designer haircut as he directed the
blowjob. But the very thought of it almost sent Dyte over the edge, so he
decided not to risk it. However, it would definately happen another time -
if David Beckham was taking a dick in his ass, then there was no way that
that beautful face was not also going to get a good fucking also. Becks had
no idea that this would not be a one-off arrangement. He'd be back for more
... and there would be a price to pay.

With such thoughts bringing him closer to his own orgasm, Dyte decided that
was done with the tender part of the fuck.

"Come on," he barked, withdrawing suddenly from the star's abused
ass. "Up!"

Beckham rose slowly in a horny lustful daze. He stood up unsteadily, his
magnificent thick cock nodding obscenely as it trailed yet more
precum. Something suddenly felt wrong - what was it? It dawned on him: his
ass was empty and something felt missing! He blushed at the shame of the
realisation that he had got more turned on than he had ever before with any
woman, from having a gay man slowly deflowering his big, studly ass, as the
hetero stud begged him for more!

Dyte lead the poor, confused hunk over to in front of the full-length
mirror. Wide enough to capture most of the well-lit room, Becks was not
going to miss a single detail of the final stage of this crushing,
humiliating fuck. Dyte pushed him down so that he was on all fours, his
handsome face just a foot or so away from the mirror. The stud looked at
his famous, chisled features, sheened with sweat from the exertions of his
sodomy, the crimson of the humiliation at having enjoyed it contrasting so
sexily with the tanned complexion of that perfect model face.

Dyte took up position behind the stud. He had changed his condom and
applied more of the special lube. He positioned the head of his cock at the
slick anal knot and began to push. Despite the recent fucking, it remained
wonderfully tight. Dyte stared down, taking in the sight of his ordinary
cock as it was swallowed inch by inch by the hungry, slutty ass of David
Beckham. It drew a roar of pleasure from the helplessly horny stud as it
entered.

"FFFUUUCK YEAH" roared Beckham in surrender. "YYEAH FUCK MY ASS COME ON"

Dyte started off with the same nice, slow fuck he had given to the tanned
hunk on the recliner. He gradually increased the speed and power of his
strokes. His technique was devastating: he would make sure that the
athelete was at a level of pure pleasure, then increase the aggression just
enough to bring in a tantalising edge of pain, and hold it there until the
sound and volume of the studly celeb's cries and moans told him that he had
adjusted. Then, repeat. Up to the next level. He was manipulating the mind
and body of the horny hetero hunk perfectly.

"Keep ... going ... fuck," gasped Becks. "Nearly .. there .. uh"

Dyte could just about see in the mirror how the celeb's thick cock was
flicking globs of precum onto the sculpted torso at an amazing rate
now. The straight stud was close - close to cumming from having his ass
fucked by another man. Dyte was ready to begin the last act.

"AAAAAHHHHH," Becks groaned and writhed. "Gonna cuuuuum..."

With his hips now slamming quite hard against the athlete's hefty muscled
butt, Dyte leant forward with is right hand, grabbing a bunch of the longer
hair on the top of Beckham's head. He pulled slightly but firmly, forcing
the horny hunk to look directly at his reflection. To watch the moment as
he finally lost the last shred of his hetero status, his expensive designer
haircut being used as a tool in his humiliation as the grip on it held his
head in place!

"Noooo.. Ahhhhhhhh.."

Every time the reluctant stud tried to avert his eyes, Dyte would force
them back to the mirror with a sharp jolt of the hair, compelling the
shamed superstar to witness his demise.

"Look at you," panted Dyte. "Mr David Beckham. The superstar, the
millionaire, the model. Arrogant and untouchable. Naked, watching himself
get fucked and begging for more. Just a hopeless sex pig."

That last comment gave him a cruel idea. He reached forward with his free
hand and brought the index finger to the fleshy tip of the hunk's perfectly
sculpted nose. Applying a little upward pressure, he raised the tip
slightly, causing the chisled manly feature to take on a snoutlike form!

"Yeah," Dyte cried mockingly. "A proper sex pig! Ha!"

Beckham stared wide-eyed at his reflection, utterly crushed. He didn't
believe it would be possible, but Dyte had found a way to take his
humiliation to a new level. Even confronted with the scene of his body
writing and sweating as his big, studly ass was roughly taken; the
monumental erection of his huge hetero cock leaking as it bounced around
wildly; his mind surrendering to the pure lust and pleasure it the fuck was
giving him as he cried out and begged for more, he could at least take some
small, tiny consolation in the strong, statue-like features of his godlike
handsome face - Dyte couldn't rob him of that beauty even with the loss of
all of his dignity.  Now he had. By selecting the most striking feature of
that beautiful, chisled face and deforming it into an animal's snout, Dyte
had denied the desparate stud his magnificent facial beauty, even if just
for these moments as he was taken!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" roared the hunk-pig as it came at
last, hard, from the rough fucking of its ass! Those egg-sized balls drew
up around the base shaft of that colossal cock as it threw out strings of
thick cum! The power of the first shot took it as far as the chin of the
sex-crazed animal, striking against the sharply chisled jawline and hanging
there. Other shots spat hard across the tight torso, clinging across the
inked chest and the beautifully rippling muscles of the shameful creature's
abdomen.

Dyte came as Beckham's orgasm was abating, unable to contain himself any
longer. His hands released the head of the shamed stud as they moved to the
rich, tanned, tattooed skin stretched across the shoulders and upper
back. Taking a firm grip for maximum leverage, Dyte delivered the most
long, powerful, brutal strokes as he shot the load of his life. He forced
himself to keep his eyes open to take in the sight of his conquest of the
world-famous stud.

The two exhausted lovers collapsed to their sides together in a spooning
position, Dyte's deflating cock still embedded in the deflowered hunk's
asshole. Beckham breathed in gasps, physically drained. He did nothing to
stop Dyte from leaning in closely and softly nuzzling the back of his neck,
reaching an arm around the hunk's cum-spattered torso in a tender
embrace. Dyte was in a haze, unable to believe what he had done. He had
conquered the body and mind of David Beckham, taking the ass of the
handsome athelete in a brutally intimate fuck that neither of them could
possibly forget!

Eventually Dyte withdrew and leaned over, kissing tenderly at the tanned
shoulder of the silent hunk.

"Thanks," he whispered. "You were amazing."

"I don't ... I don't know what just happened," Becks stammered at last.

Dyte got up. "We fucked," he said matter-of-factly. "We completed our deal
- well, the changed version of the deal. You gave me your body - now I'll
sign over the land. Come on, get up. Be professional."

Beckham slowly rose, stunned. He'd just experienced the most incredible
mindfuckingly intense cum of his whole life after being taken to an erotic
edge he didn't know existed. He caught his reflection in the mirror - his
hair a mess, his body covered in his own cum and sheen with the sweat of
the fuck. He was still cut a stunning figure, that model body and
devasatingly handsome face. But he knew it had changed. He had been
conquered.

"Um ... do you have anything for ..." Becks motioned awkwarly at the cum
covering his body.

"I don't keep a towel in my office," said Dyte with mock impatience. "Or
any tissues, I'm afraid. Nothing you can wipe it on. Sorry."

He stood staring at the distressed hunk. What if he was papped outside -
how the fuck would he clean up. Dyte clearly expected him to do something -
his handsome face frowned as he realised what it was.

"No way, come on," he pleaded. "You can't be serious."

Dyte just nodded. And for the next few minutes enjoyed the incredible show
as Beckham scooped up the juices from his rippling body and sucked them off
his big manly fingers in an impossibly humiliating and erotic display! It
was only after he had swallowed the last of his cum that Dyte chuckled and
threw him a towel.

A few awkward moments later, the hunky star was dressed and the paperwork
had been signed. Becks experienced yet another flush of humiliation and
anger at his own stupidity as Dyte cheefully pointed out that he would
still take the million dollars - after all, the paperwork was done and
besides, how could Becks explain to his people that he'd got the land but
there was no need to wire the money?

"Well," said Dyte finally. "I've taken your body, your dignity, your anal
virginity and a million dollars of your money. It's been a pleasure doing
business with you, Mr Beckham!"

Beckham frowned in anger, enhancing the intense sexy piercing quality of
his eyes. "You won't get away with this," he spat. "You can't fuck with me
like this without consequences. Yeah, you had your fun with me for an hour
of your miserable life. Well done. And what the fuck is a million dollars
to me?" A sexy smirk now played across the handsome face as the hunk
continued his attempt to win back ground. "I'll go back to my life, my
family, friends, back to being a fucking star. All you'll have is your
pathetic little victory. You'll see me in photos, on billboards and TV
screens, and know that all you can never touch me again. This one seedy
memory will be the only thing in your life ... and I will have forgotten it
in no time."

Dyte did not flinch. To Beckham's anger, a slow smile had spread across
Dyte's face as he listened to the rant.

"Becks," he said - "a few moments ago you were naked on your back begging
for me to fuck you. We kissed like lovers as I took your virginity. Then I
made you watch as I made you cum like you've never cum before, and without
any stimulation of your dick - just from my cock fucking your
ass. Everything has changed. You will never come close to forgetting
this. It will never fade even a bit."

Beckham feigned a smirk. "Yeah, we'll see. You're a pathetic loser who's in
love with me. I do know that. Enjoy your shit life." And then he left,
slamming the door behind him.

IN THE NEXT PART: Beckham tries to return to normality after his hot and
heavy gay sex session. But sex with his wife isn't producing the same buzz
... and he's having trouble performing at all. Realising that he needs the
release that only a good, hard fucking of his big beefy man ass can give
him, he realises that he only has one options ... and begins to regret his
bitter parting words! Dyte, who has heard the news that Real Madrid star
Cristiano Ronaldo is to spend a week on vacation in Miami, proposes a new
deal. He will give Beckham's bubble butt the attention it sorely needs
... provided that the studly celeb uses his fame and connections to set up
a meeting with the bronzed, superbly-muscled Portuguese soccer star. Can
our hero snare another beautiful, hunky superstud into his web? Stay tuned
to find out!