Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 00:41:08 +0100
From: Lidon Dyte <lidon.dyte@gmail.com>
Subject: David Beckham In Miami Part 5

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. David Beckham and
Cristiano Ronaldo would probably not do what I have them do as described
below. They are not gay.

Here is Part 5, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com

DAVID BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART FIVE


Cristiano Ronaldo reclined in the Miami sunshine, relaxing on the deck of
his yacht in the Miami Bay. Laying out his insanely buff body out for the
world to admire, the arrogant soccer stud grinned as he recalled his
amazing week in Miami. The mysterious meeting with fellow superstud David
Beckham had culminated in the Portuguese muscle god fucking the
Englishman's brains out as Becks had sluttily begged for more. The mighty
Ronaldo had truly cemented his place as king of the world, the helpless
Beckham reduced to a horny cumwhore, willing and eager to sacrifice his
famous hetero masculinity to satisfy his newfound cocklust and the need for
his big bubble butt to be plugged by the fattest biggest dick he could
find.

Ronaldo chuckled to himself as he recalled how Beckham had allowed that
weird little nobody faggot to eat his magnificent manly ass and even
allowed the filthy queer to take him in a full French kiss, permitting his
famous hunky chisled face and hot hetero mouth to be cheaply exploited for
some gay loser's pleasure!

He had spent the last week sunning up his magnificent body, partying with
his friends and smashing as many women as he could manage. It had been a
great holiday - but he wanted to cap it off with a repeat conquest of his
former rival. The sheer power trip was perfect to satiate his massive
arrogant ego.

He had taken Dyte's number and called him, barking orders: "I come round at
four today. Have your place ready, I will fuck him there."

"Yes, Mr Ronaldo, sir," Dyte had replied, rolling his eyes. In the corner
of his office, a horny, naked David Beckham was working a thick eight inch
dildo into his big slutty ass, the most erotic expressions playing out over
his handsome chisled face as the hapless hetero stud gave himself over to
the urges of his treacherous hungry butt.

"I should make you pay for the honour of having Ronaldo in your shabby
little office," the arrogant tanned god spat, laughing. "But I don't think
you could afford it, ha! You can pay me by getting him ready like
before. Then thank me and leave." He hung up.

Ronaldo sauntered up to Dyte's office a half hour late, rapping on the door
and swaggering in like he owned the place. A blue wifebeater clung tightly
over the hulking tanned musclature of the arrogant hunk's colossus of an
upper body, the material stretching over those stong, powerful pecs and
down over the rippling abodmen. The sleeveless garment displayed those big,
ropey arms in all their tanned, muscular, hetero glory. A pair of gaudy
yellow swimming trunks could barely contain those massive thighs and bubble
butt, the bright colour contrasting beautifully with the rich, dark, tan
skin of those magnificent limbs, so perfectly and powerfully designed. An
arrogant sneer on that exotic, handsome face. Truly Ronaldo had a body
built for sex, and he knew it.

"Where is he?" demanded the stud, ignoring Dyte outstretched hand.

Dyte nodded to the back room. "Getting ready for you," he said. "Won't take
long - about five minutes."

Unfortunately for Becks, this was not quite true - the horny hunk had been
good and ready for at least two hours. Dyte had kept his slave on edge,
bringing him close but not allowing him release, knowing the effect it
would have on the stud's already insatiable appetite for anal play. Becks
had allowed Dyte to tie him to a chair, the dildo packed into his ass set
on low vibrate, a setting designed to keep the sexy athlete tantalisingly
on the edge, his big hetero cock hard and leaking. His soft begs and moans
were supressed by a ball gag.

Ronaldo frowned. How dare he be kept waiting!

"Look," said Dyte, "I'm sorry about that and I can see you're real
tense. You were right about me paying you for the privilege of being in
your presence. Let me repay you with a massage to help than tension. I'm a
bit of an expert. It'll pass the time and get you ready to conquer him
again."

Ronaldo eyed Dyte suspiciously. "I think you look for excuse to touch
Ronaldo's body," he snorted. "Ha, but I don't blame you. Well... I suppose
you did arrange for all of this so you deserve a little something. You can
massage my back for a few minutes - but stay away from my ass. No funny
business!"

The cocky hunk peeled off his wifebeater, treating Dyte to a repeat of that
incredibly erotic display as muscles rolled and shimmied under that tight,
tanned skin, those brawny arms, shoulders, chests, lats, pecs and abs a
flurry of motion as the top came off and was flung into the corner. The
tanned stud plonked his hulking body face down onto the leather recliner,
which Dyte had conveniently moved into the front office.

"Come on then," ordered Ronaldo.

Dyte smiled - this was too perfect. Quietly slipping on a pair of latex
gloves, he took out the special massage oil he had prepared - containing a
strong mix of his special gel. He applied it liberally to his hands and
began to rub it into that mountainous back. The big, brawny muscles felt
amazing as they coiled and writhed under his touch - such manly, hetero
power under his fingertips! A finger traced more of the oil into the deep
crevace, that valley of muscle produced as the two mountains of upper back
muscle sloped down towards the spine. Down the tapering lats; then up and
across those magnificent shoulders and upper arms, even the base of that
beautiful chorded neck. Every inch of this utter god trembled with pure
sexual power, strong sinewed masses under perfect dark tanned skin. It was
amazing to see, incredible to touch and feel.

It did not take long for the oil to do its work - dazed, horny sighs and
moans from the stud's pretty mouth as he fell under its spell.

"Fuuuucck," he moaned. "Feels amazing ... wooow"

"You look amazing, man," Dyte said. "So big and powerful ... the way you
took down David Beckham and conquered him."

"Yeeeah," cooed Ronaldo. The fag was right - it had been one hell of a
fuck.

"Yeah, the powerful David Beckham," Dyte continued, "taken down and turned
into a bitch. Doesn't that make it the fucking best? The fact that he's
probably the most famous, best looking man in the world and you took him
down."

Ronaldo snorted. "Better looking than Ronaldo?"

"Well," Dyte said. "Some might say that. But not as powerful though." He
continued his mind games, squeezing and pressing those big, strong, manly
sinews and emphasising their size and power in Ronaldo's mind. "Imagine
... imagine how hot it would be if someone as powerful as Ronaldo was taken
like that?"

Ronaldo jolted slightly at the thought, but the effect of the oil won out.

"Yeah, think about it," Dyte continued, leaning in closer to the hunk's
sexy tanned face, the head turned sideways allowing him to note the
eyebrows sculpted into that arrogant arch but at the same time, the passive
submissive look that was beginning to set in. "The mighty Ronaldo ... the
new king ... imagine if you could watch as those BIG muscles were taken by
... a nobody!"

Ronaldo moaned, confused at the erotic nerve that had been hit. His thick,
meaty Portuguese cock had shamefully grown to its full size, his big brawny
muscles were quivering with sexual energy as the intensely erotic massage
continued.

Dyte had leaned in close to Ronaldo's upturned left ear, so close that his
nose was teasing at the outer edge as he whispered: "The godlike Ronaldo,
all of those huge muscles ... yeah, you worked so hard getting them. All
that effort to build them up - that massive chest, those powerfall balling
biceps, the thick collossal thighs, them famous legs ... You're so proud of
them and love teasing everyone with them, don't you?" - Ronaldo could just
nod weakly - "so if I decided to use them now ... take your famous,
millionaire, muscle stud body and use it like a toy ... man, that'd be real
hot, huh?"

Ronaldo's mind was a mess. The delight he had taken in conquering the
mighty David Beckham - the erotic nerve that had been hit by realising that
connection between sexual dominance and power - was now being used against
him, to show him the erotic potential of the conquest of an even mightier
king - the great Ronaldo - by a lowly faggot! The oil had opened up his
mind to a new sexual avenue - of enjoying the sheer erotic power of a
sexual conquest, but with him playing the role of defeated hero ... the oil
had also torn down any inhibitions he felt about exploring that avenue.

"Yeeesss.." he slowly hissed, breathing heavily. "Pleeeease ... yesss"

"Yes what?" snapped Dyte.

Ronaldo sighed as he finally said it, the crimson burn of shame showing
through his cheeks despite the deep tan of the skin. "Pleeease take my
muscles. Take my body. Use Ronaldo as your toy."

Dyte grinned - he had won. Now to enjoy his victory.

He started off by flipping the dazed stud onto his back. The stonking
erection was quickly noticable, tenting at the bright yellow trunks. Dyte
rubbed up and down the terrific musclature of Ronaldo's torso - that famous
tanned chest standing proud with solid muscle which rolled under the
pressure of Dyte's touch, piching at those huge, dark nips to draw further
moans and cries of submissive delight from the horny stud. Next, those abs
- Jesus, those abs! Solid, defined and firm - the result of a solid 1,000
crunches per day. Such effort and hard work put into developing that
stunning torso, developed perfectly for professional sport and high-value
photo shoots - now reduced to a seedy sex toy, a gay man's plaything, here
in this dingy office.

Of course, there was the humiliation of the kiss. Dyte looked forward to
subjecting the ultra-arrogant hunk to the shame of an intimate gay
frenching. Licking up that superb, chorded neck, sucking on that the
pronounced Adam's apple that was yet more evidence of the heterosexuality
of the testosterone-packed superstud, he was soon up to Ronaldo's beautiful
face. It was quite a work of art - those arched eyebrows so perfectly
sculpted to produce that famous arrogant smirk and intense frown, were now
raised and arched further in pure submissive lust. Those doe brown eyes
flickered open - their usual arrogance replaced with the shock at the
sudden horny lust with which their owner was now taken. Proud, sculpted
cheekbones too, and a cute nose. The mouth was a dream - plumpish lips
parting to reveal a set of perfect white Hollywood teeth. The hunk's breath
was hot and sweet.

Dyte teased his lips over Ronaldo's face. "I'll take your big, manly body
like a man," he murmured, kissing and licking at that sexy famous now
helpless face. "But take your sexy little mouth like a girl. Like you're a
horny teenage girl, making out for the first time."

Ronaldo couldn't believe it - he had kissed thousands of women - all utter
babes and supermodels - with that mouth. And now he found himself agreeing
to let some fag loser use it ... such a downfall, he couldn't resist! The
hetero stud moaned deeply but submissively as the two men engaged in an
intense, wet french kiss. Dyte played with the hunk's chest as they made
out, enjoying the feeling of the stud's stronger moans as his big brown
nipples were pinched, rubbed and flicked. Ronaldo was flush with shame as
he reaslied that he was groaning like a little bitch having her titties
played with. His big, manly chest, the result of years of hard gym time,
was being used as a faggot's playting and to increase his own reluctant
horniness at the same time - as his hot, hetero mouth was plundered for the
same faggot's pleasure. Despite the sheer humiliation, he could not help
but lose himself in the intensity of the kiss and grope, as he continued
the surrender of his brawny, hulking body!

"Mmmmmfff yeah," Ronaldo could only moan into the kiss. "Take Ronaldo
... pleeeease"

Dyte finally broke the kiss and resumed his exploration of that insanely
sculpted brawny body. Relieving the horny hunk of his shorts, he smiled as
that big dripping cock swung into view. Dyte couldn't resist having a suck
of that thick, meaty pole - that big famous cock had been buried in
countless supermodels, actresses, famous female singers ... a steely
reminder of the hunk's heterosexuality, how could he pass the opportunity
to sample it? Ronaldo moaned in lust as his big dick was worked over by
this fag. Dyte enjoyed the sight of those stunning ripped abs, the erotic
cut of the Appollo's belt at the top of those collossus like thighs, which
Dyte eagerly groped and mashed at the insanely developed, pure steel
sinew. Veiny and strong, those incredible mounds of muscle had impressed
the world as they powered their owner's tank-like body around the soccer
field - now their owner quivered and moaned in submissive lust as they were
ruthlessly mashed at the hands of this complete loser!

Of course, Dyte had to explore that big sporty butt. Using the same
technique that had devastaed Beckham, Dyte's hungry tongue penetrated
between those beefy tanned globes and slicked its way towards the
prize. Ronaldo howled in pleasure as his straight hole gave in to the wet
intruder. His face buried in those divine heaps of hetero muscle, the deep
gutteral moans vibrating thorugh that hulking body, Dyte couldn't resist
any more.

He threw Ronaldo down onto his back. The cut, shredded body glistened with
sweat, the powerful chest heaving at the hunk's rapid breath, those
incredible abs ridging under that wonderfully tanned skin. A crazed look on
Ronaldo's face, wild with erotic tension. Dyte had never used so much of
the gel on a subject - the sheer size of that hulking body had taken half a
vial of it. It had sent the tanned soccer god into some kind of
super-intense fucklust!

"Ready for this nobody conquer the great Ronaldo?" Dyte panted.

"YES!" barked Ronaldo. "Take Ronaldo! Take my body NOW!"

Dyte was too horny himself to string the fuck out. He had a stunningly
handsome famous athlete with the hottest body in the world lying on his
back, begging him to fuck him. Dyte took out his hard average guy cock and
worked it into the stud's hot hole. Ronaldo proved to be a true power
bottom, ordering Dyte to fuck him harder, deeper! Dyte could barely keep up
- Ronaldo's sheer physical prowess, even as a submissive fuck toy, was too
much! Dyte was almost in tears himself, running his hands over that
incredible body as he took it, Ronaldo's stare intense, his face red as be
demanded more! Dyte couldn't help but come after a few minutes of that -
but Ronaldo was still rock hard and hungry for more!

"I NEED MORE!" Ronaldo bellowed, muscles bulging, face red with rage, like
the Incredible Hulk but angry with sheer, uncontainable lust.

For the first time, Dyte was lost. Shaken by the sheer incredible intensity
of the experience, he could see that the brawny hunk was not satisfied
yet. Out of ideas, he simply gestured towards the back room where the
tied-up, horned-up Beckham sat. Ronaldo bulldozered in and began barking
orders at Beckham; Dyte had to pause for a few moments to gather his
breath. This was fucking intense shit.

When he finally composed himself enough to stumble into the back room, he
was immediately stunned by the scene. Consumed with pure blind lust,
Ronaldo had hauled the desparate Beckham out of his seat and ripped the
vibrating dildo from the hapless hunk's ass. He had replaced it with his
own dripping cock, taking the Brit's big hungry bubble butt with one swift
motion - stretched out by the dildo's works, the older hunk took it easily
and was now bent over the couch moaning as Ronaldo fucked him wildly. What
had really stunned Dyte was what Ronaldo was doing with his right arm. The
bulging, cut musclature flared as the limb twisted around to bring the
still-vibrating dildo around to the Portuguese stud's own beefy
ass. Desparate for the sensation at both ends, the godlike mountain of
muscle was fucking his own ass with the device as he took his fellow soccer
stud!

It was an incredibly erotic sight to witness - but a difficult stance for
Ronaldo to manage. Noticing Dyte standing shocked in the doorway, Ronaldo
glared at him and through gritted teeth hissed "Come over here and help to
fuck my ass with this!"

For the next hour, Ronaldo ran both of the other men ragged with his barked
orders and demands. Dytes arm had begun to tire from the effort of
administering the dildo fuck - but luckily his own sexual stamina recovered
enough that, combined with the sheer erotic intensity of the scene before
him, he was able to help Ronaldo out with a second proper fuck of his
ass. Beckham hadn't lasted long after Ronaldo had commenced the fuck of his
own beefy butt. Ronaldo did not care, of course - and had continued fucking
that ass until Beckham himself had arisen to a fresh, proud erection!
Thanks to being kept on edge and not allowed to cum all day, Beckham at
least had a few loads in him. Ronaldo directed the orgy, always making sure
he had either Dyte or Beckham's cock up his arse (or with one of them
working the dildo in there) - and depending on who had that pleasure,
either Beckham's big sloppy ass or Dyte's eager (but tired!) mouth around
his cock - with every free hand ordered to grope or mash some of the heavy
muscles of his powerful chest, ripped abs, bulging arms, meaty thighs or
steely bubble butt - whatever they could reach!

Finally, Ronaldo was spent. The three exhausted men collapsed in a
heap. Dyte smiled weakly as he looked around him. To his left, the famous
tanned inked torso of David Beckham, the chisled features of his hunky face
deflated with the efforts, but glowing in post-fuck peacefulness. To his
right, the hulking beauty of Cristiano Ronaldo, the mounds of his proud
studly pecs rising and falling as the hunk breathed heavily in recovery
from his own exertions. He had just shared an unthinkably hot, dirty
threesome with two of the most famous, hunky, arrogant millionaire studs on
the planet - an experience he never dreamed could have happened!

***** *****

DAVID BECKHAM had resigned himself to his fate. Once the confident,
arrogant hetero superstar who had strutted into Dyte's office those months
ago, irritated at the distraction from his important, famous life, he had
now been forced to admit his lust for gay sex and his hunger for having his
big, beefy bubble butt ass filled and fucked. As Dyte has said, he needed
to maintain his family man image and public persona - and that made the
repeated secret fuck sessions all the more fun for Dyte. Beckham would turn
up whenever the need took him - usually at least once a week, sometimes
more - and surrender his famous, inked body, his beautiful chisled face,
and the glorious mounds of that huge man-ass for Dyte's enjoyment and
pleasure.

For CRISTIANO RONALDO it was not enough. His fucklust was based on power
and dominance - his appetite needed the intensity that only group sex could
bring. Occasionally Dyte and Beckham would be smuggled in to one of his
secret gang-bangs, as, fuelled by Dyte's oil, a combination of Ronaldo's
fellow soccer players and various other well-built, young celeb types would
participate in the filthiest group sex imaginable. With sometimes as many
as 12 present, Ronaldo would loudly demand to be the centre - always a cock
or a dildo (and later on, a fist) up his own tanned bubble butt ass and an
ass or a mouth around his mighty cock, a tongue or a dick in his slutty
mouth. A true power bottom with an appetite like no other, the events would
frequently end with the hulking superstud as last man standing, as the
other guests faded away exhausted. Luckily, Ronaldo's team were able to
keep the events under lock - mostly by ensuring that the other regular
members were also openly straight, with hetero masculine personas to
protect.

So it all worked out pretty well for our hero LIDON DYTE. The regular sex
with Beckham was plenty to keep him going - their sessions could be as
passionate or as quick and dity as he liked, although he did enjoy making
out with the handsome stud - for all his adjustments, Becks had never quite
gotten used to the intense french kissing and that familiar look of shame
often crept over those chilsed features as they were exploited for Dyte's
pleasure. The occasional visits to Ronaldo's gang bangs were great fun -
Ronaldo had used his influence to indoctrinate a number of other stunning
players, including his muscular rival, the handsome and buff Welshman
Gareth Bale, and the beautiful inked and lithe Sergio Ramos. On one amazing
night, Dyte had taken or been taken by all three of the Real Madrid studs,
exchanging kisses, blowjobs, rimjobs and raw fucks, shooting his final load
in Beckham's ass as the Englishman sucked off Ronaldo, with Dyte and
Ronaldo snowballing Bale's cum that Bale had sucked out of Ramos's arse
after fucking him and fed to Dyte!

So many beautiful, virile, muscular, manly, famous hetero studs to enjoy -
Dyte knew he was going to love every fucking minute of it!


****** THE END *******