Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2014 15:58:13 +0000
From: Lidon Dyte <lidon.dyte@gmail.com>
Subject: David Beckham In Miami Part 7

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

Here is Part 7, let me know what you think: lidon.dyte@gmail.com

DAVID BECKHAM IN MIAMI - PART SEVEN

Carlo de Meyer's life had changed very quickly ... and he was loving it. It
had not been 24 hours since he had taken the fateful decision to drop into
the plush home of his friend, Victoria Beckham, to wish her good luck in
displaying her collection at the upcoming fashion week in New York. Finding
the front door ajar (in her rush, Victoria had not shut it properly) and
assuming that his friend was inside and waiting for her car, Carlo had
dashed in and called out for her. Getting no response, but hearing noises
from the master bedroom, he had ducked in there expecting to see her
frantically getting ready.

Instead, the lucky fashionista had caught Victoria's hunky husband, soccer
hero David Beckham, in the act of noisily pleasuring himself with a
sizeable dildo, sweat glistening off that rippling jock body as the studly
athlete sodomised his muscular bubble butt ass with the sex toy, oblivious
to the intrusion of his wife's queeny friend.  Anxious to protect his
shameful secret, the hunk had allowed the trembling queer to sample the
delights of his godlike naked body and gorgeous face in a steamy and
sensual frotting session that had been beyond the shocked gay man's wildest
dreams.

Carlo could tell that he had the humiliated hunk right where he wanted him,
and had made good on his promise to come back the next day for a repeat
performance. Not being into penetrative sex himself, Carlo instead decided
to treat himself to a nice, sensual makeout session with the shame-faced
hetero stud, savouring every moment of taking the reluctant married man in
a deep french kiss as the two sat naked in Beckham's spacious
jacuzzi. Having taken his sweet time exploring that famous, gorgeous body,
lingering over the beautiful inkwork that adourned that amazing bronzed
torso, Carlo decided to finish by having Becks wank him off. Having
previously received hand jobs only from other gay men, with their thin and
effeminate hands, it was a mind-blowing experience for the fashion queen to
receive the attentions of those big, manly fingers clenched around his
below-average cock as they performed a job that their humiliated owned had
never done or even thought about before - bringing a campy, queeny gay man
to a screaching orgasm!

"Thanks again, stud," cooed Carlo, planting a lingering goodbye kiss on
Beckham's hot mouth. "Sorry that you didn't get to come. I can see you're
really frustrated."

Carlo had dressed himself to leave; Becks was still in his bathrobe, his
huge pulsating cock tenting white fabric obscenely.

"Last chance," Carlo said. "I can't give you what you need, but I guarantee
that you can find it at the party." He cocked his head to one side
playfully. "Want to come?"

Beckham sighed. After his first encounter with Carlo, he ploughed himself
roughly with the dildo, aching for release. Eventually he had come ... but
there was something missing. A lot missing, in fact. He had shot a small
load, but no real release, no true satisfaction of the hunger. He hated to
admit it, but he could not fly solo. His chunky bubble butt needed to be
filled by a real cock, driven by another man - he needed that extra power,
that extra degradation, to truly sate his thirst.

The stud spoke softly, defeated. "Where and when."

Carlo's face lit up. He scribbled down an address and handed it to the
shamed stud: "Be here at 9:30. Tap at the side door, I will let you in."

Becks took the scrap of paper and just nodded. Carlo smiled again and got
up to leave.

Turning as he exited the front door, Carlo spun round with a mishevious
glint in his eye:"Oh, and you can put on whatever clothes you want. You
won't be wearing them for very long!"

The handsome star blushed at the brazen suggestion but said nothing. He
knew it was true. The door closed with a click as Carlo left to prepare for
an evening that would go down as one of the hottest orgies in history.

*****

"Come on Carlo, luv - what's the big surprise?" implored Diego.

Carlo just smiled. Diego Fasta, Miami's top fashion photographer, was one
of Carlo's oldest and most trusted friends. The two of them had worked
together often on the fashion schene, and had been attending the infamous
fashionista sex parties for over ten years.  The drug-fuelled events were
always great fun ... but it was usually the same faces, plus whichever
dumbass wannabe male models happened to be passing through town - or
rather, those desparate enough to allow their muscled, oil-up bodies to be
fondled and admired by a roomful of gay men for a couple hundred dollars
"attendence fee". Occasionally, one of the hopeful adonises would allow a
fawning fashionista to go a bit further - to handle their junk or even suck
their proud young cocks. But no straight guest would ever go further than
that - for the full-on stuff, the queers would have to satisfy each other.

This time, Carlo had boasted to his friends, it would be an extra special
bash. He claimed to have found a hot straight dude who would do a lot more
... but was being deliberately cagey about the details.

"Diego, honey," cooed Carlo, "it really wouldn't be much of a surprise if I
told you now, would it?"

"So what," joked Diego, "is guy gonna let us fuck him?"

Carlo smiled: "He'll probably insist on it!"

Diego was about to enquire further, when there was a tapping at the
door. The two friends had been getting ready for the party in a small
anteroom that adjoined the main event room through a large wooden door. But
the tapping came from the thinner metal side-door which backed on to an
alleyway. It was him!

Carlo ushered Diego into the main room, where the thirty or so guests were
milling around, sipping cocktails and exchanging gossip. "Go and tell the
girls that our special guest will be presented in five minutes," instructed
Carlo. "And no peeking!"

The main event room was a large wood-panelled reception area. Expensive
artwork hung from the walls; elaborate sculptures and designer furniture
scattered around on the plush red pile carpet. Fashion photographers and
designers mingled with wealthy socialites, chatting and exchanging the
latest gossip and rumour about the fashion and celebrity world over
expensive martinis. The murmur of conversation was interrupted by Diego's
announcement - and resumed with an air of curiosity and speculation about
who the special guest might be.

A few minutes later, the door opened again and Carlo emerged.

"Attention please, ladies," he called out. "Our guest of honour is ready to
make his enterance!"

The crowd gathered around to face the door, still murmuring in
anticipation. Carlo stepped aside and motioned for the guest to enter the
room. As he emerged, the crowd fell completely silent - the only noise a
cocktail glass falling to the floor having been dropped out of sheer
surprise at what its holder was seeing.

Before them stood the bronzed, athletic form of David Beckham - completely
naked! The horde could only gasp silenty as they took in the sight of those
well-built legs; the sloping calf muscles toned by years of running around
the soccer field; those huge thighs, obscenely muscular and well-developed,
strong with manly, hetero power. Between them hung a sizeable cock, plump
and thick even in its unaroused state, with two heavy egg-sized balls
resting beneath. Scanning up, they took in the more delicate musclature of
that beautiful rippling abdomen and inked chest, which heaved slightly with
the nervous breathing of its studly owner. The stunning inkwork literally
covered the glistening pectorals and arms, from the gracefully muscled
biceps all the way down to those big, manly hands. Hanging slightly in
shame was that beautiful statuesque head; the chisled features of that
handsome, famous face were the same healthy tan has the rest of that
glorious body, but tinged red with humiliation as the married hunk took in
the reality of his degredation.

Carlo smiled at the shocked faces of his fellow queens. Eager to break the
ice and get the party started, he moved over to Beckham and, to audible
gasps of suprise and delight, began to openly fondle the star's ample
genitals, rolling those impressive balls between his thin, effeminate hands
and caressing the fleshy weight of that fat hetero cock.

"No need to be nervous, girls," Carlo chimed as he continued to brazenly
manipulate the straight stud's prized dick. "Mr Beckham here has very
kindly allowed us complete access to his body. Isn't that right, honey?"

Beckham didn't take his eyes off the floor as he just nodded slowly.

Breaking from the pack, one of the queens - a bitchy fashion photographer
called Eduardo - decided to test this out for himself. Approaching the
bronzed god nervously, he reached out a spiny, effette hand, trembling with
anticpation as it moved towards that heavenly body. He gasped as his hand
made contact with the hot, tanned flesh of the studly millionaire - first
testing the waters by stroking at the firm lithe musclature of the hunk's
abs, then feeling along the length of those ropey, inked arms. Finally,
gaining more confidence at Beckham's clear acquiesence, the star-struck
queen reached down to rest his clammy paw on one of those colossal muscular
ass globes, his eyes widening as he felt the steely flesh of that
world-famous bubble butt for the first time.

"Oh my god," he breathed at last in girly queer tones that made Beckham
wince. "He's letting me do it. He's actually frickin letting me do it. This
is fucking amazing."

More queens from the crowd began to edge towards Beckham, surrounding
him. Initially apprehensive and a little scared at the intimidating
presence that such a dazzling hetero form naturally had on a room full of
spindly, effeminate gay men, they could now see that the mighty preditor
was indeed a tamed animal and posed no threat.

Beckham's heart sank as he resigned himself to his fate. Camp, queeny
voices murmured and cooed with surprise, delight and lust as hand after
hand joined Eduardo's on that sexy tanned body. Greedy paws groped at the
hot flesh of that athletic torso, feeling the contours produced by the
lithe musclature across those broad shoulders and inked back. More hands
fought over the meaty cock and balls, fondling the most intimate parts of
the famous soccer stud, as those waiting for their chance made do with
stroking at those thick, steely thighs, purring with appreciation at the
size and strength of those powerful quads.  And of course, yet more hands
were hungrily grabbing fistfuls of the equally hard flesh of those mighty
glutes, cooing and shreiking with delight as the mounds of that obscenely
chunky bubble butt ass were pinched and groped mercilessly. Those powerful
thigh and ass muscles, built from years of training and dedication to his
sport, famous around the world for charging around soccer pitches in the
pursuit of hetero sporting glory, were now serving as sexual playthings for
a group of horny, camp gay men. A lifetime spent creating that perfect
body, Beckham was now surrendering its bounty to a room full of queer
strangers ... in the hope that they would give his slutty, hungry ass the
pounding that it so sorely needed. As some of those hands now made way for
mouths, eager to lick, taste and nibble at the fleshy delights of that
incredible body, Beckham could only sigh as he realised how far he had
fallen!

It was only a matter of time before the shamed stud felt his hefty arse
cheeks being prised apart and the breath of one of the throngs of fashion
queers now kneeling behind him. He jolted as he felt the hungry tongue
lapping at his sensitive hole.

"Aaaahhhh," came the soft but manly sigh from the helpless stud.

The mass of queens groping and licking at his body were backed away
slightly, disturbed momentarily at the sound of this big hetero hunk
reacting to his ordeal, apprehensive as if the sleeping beast was now
awaking to punish them for exploiting his hot, toned flesh.

"Yeeeeahhh...," sighed the stud as the gay man behind him continued to
feast on his big bubble butt. "Oh, fuck, yeeeaahhh... eat my ass...."

The queens exchanged knowing looks and wry smiles. The hetero stud was
moaning in pleasure, not protest! None of them could work out how or why
this famous married hunk had agreed to submit himself - and none of them
really cared. They continued to give the writhing stud a bit of space,
enjoying the display as his muscles tensed and that beautiful hunky head
was thrown back in ecstacy at the sensations emanating from his ass, the
expression playing across those sculpted, chisled features clearly showing
the toxic mix of pleasure and humiliation that the millionaire soccer star
was experiencing.

"Jeeez ... he fucking loves having his ass eaten," exclaimed one voice.

"Wow ... the great David Beckham is an ass freak!" laughed another

"Shit, look - he's getting hard!" squeaked Eduardo.

Sure enough, the fat fleshy pole of that mighty cock had filled out in
response to the enthusiastic tonguing of that muscle butt and now stood
proud at its full nine inches. A number of the bottoms in the crowd licked
their lips as they eyed that impressive tool, hoping at the chance of
getting ploughed themselves by that famous married hetero hunk.

There were sounds of mild protest as Carlo forced his way through the
crowd.

"Ladies, please," he said, taking control of the situation. "You will all
get the chance to sample the delights of our guest. But he's here because
he needs to get off ... and we need to make sure he can last the pace."

He held up a small metal hoop with smooth ridges on its inner side. Many of
the crowd has participated in enough group sex sessions to know what it was
and cooed appreciatevly as Carlo slid the hoop down the pulsating length of
Beckham's fat cock, down to the base. Carlo flicked a clip on the side of
the hoop which extended its size temporarily, enabling him to feed the
heavy ball sac through it before closing it up again. The specially adapted
device was designed to apply pressure in a specific way, to ensure that the
wearer's horniness and desire was not inhibited by it, but that no matter
what stimulation he received, he would not be able to come. It would enable
Carlo and his friends to keep their new toy at a maximum state of arousal
indefinately without release, until they decided to remove the ring. The
crowd could now relax, knowing it meant that there would be plenty of time
for each of them to have their opportunity to fulfil their desires with the
studly athlete!

"Right, let's let everyone get a proper look at that scrumptious booty,"
declared Carlo. "Come on, Federico - don't Bogart that butt!"

The young skinny Puerto Rican design assistant was in heaven. He loved
eating ass, but normally had to make do with the skinny gayboys he would
pick up in the bars and clubs. He would catch sight of sportsmen on TV -
hulking quarterbacks, fit male tennis players, and athletic soccer stars -
and dream about burying his face between a pair of tight well-developed
buns. He had certainly perved over Beckham's beefy behind, totally in awe
of the way that those fantastic globes shelfed out so obscenely from that
lithe, slender athletic body. Now those hefty globes were pressing against
either side of his face as he tongue eagerly explored the sweet tasting
inner ass of their handsome hetero owner. The fact that his efforts were
producing such horny moans from this straight stud drove him on further,
deeper into that glorious silky anal passage. He certainly didn't want to
stop - but a stern tap on the shoulder from Carlo had him standing
reluctantly to his feet.

"Ohmygod that was incredible," he breathed, wiping his mouth. He walked
around to face the shamed stud.

"I've dreamed for the longest time about just even meeting you, Mr
Beckham," he giggled like a nervous teenage girl. "To actually get to eat
that ass ... wow man. Fucking unreal."

He stood smiling goofily, admiring the soccer stud's handsome face as it
looked down in shame at the fact that this skinny queer kid had had him
moaning in ecstacy just moments ago. Feeling daring, Federico reached a
hand up to that strong manly jawline and lifted it slightly.

"Wow ... you are gorgeous man," he drawled, lost in that beautiful face.

Carlo smiled at how smitten this kid was. "Why don't you kiss him?" he
suggested, to Beckham's dismay. "Let him taste his ass on you."

Federico's eyed widened at Carlo's suggestion. "Can I do that?" he asked

Carlo nodded. "Sure you can, sweetie," he cooed. "He'll let you do anything
you want ... he's so frickin desparate to bust his nut."

Federico didn't need to be told twice. Hardly believing his luck, he leant
in towards Beckham's sexy mouth, feeling the hot sweet breath of the stud
on his own face. As the young gay man took the older straight stud into a
full french kiss, the onlooking crowd cheered and clapped in
delight. Beckham's hetero soul was crushed at the sound of high-pitched
camp whoops and cries filling his ears, as he passionately made out with
the gayboy. He could even taste and smell the musk of his own sluttly ass
as he allowed his hot hetero mouth to be taken. Federico sucked hungrily on
Beckham's thick, wet tongue as the shamed soccer god realised that he was
adding yet another one to the tally of men who had now gotten to savour the
incredible experience of making out with one of the world's most famous
sexy straight men.

"Ok, honey," Carlo stepped in after a few minutes, "leave some of his for
us!"

Federico slowly pulled out of the kiss, not breaking eye contact with the
humiliated Beckham. Such was the intensity of the experience, he could
barely whisper: "Thanks!"

Carlo had Beckham move over to the centre of the room and get down on all
fours. Even as the soccer god walked the few paces across to reach that
position, the shimmying of those toned muscles under that beautiful
sunkissed skin was a breathtaking sight. And as he finally bent down to
assume that humiliating pose, his dripping cock pressed against his taut
stomach and big beefy ass hoisted up into the air, there were audible sighs
and gasps at the erotic display.

"Right," said Carlo. "Time we all got a nice look at that ass. We're all
going to get quite well acquainted with it over the course of this evening,
so it's only polite that we say hello!"

With Carlo crouched own at Beckham's left flank, and Diego at his right,
the audience gathered round, eager queers jostling for the best view, and
two sets of skinny, effeminite hands each took one of those amazing ass
spheres between their spiny fingers and slowly prised the muscular globes
apart. The degraded hunk could only blush further as his studly ass was
opened up for all to see; his ears burned as he heard the crowd cooing and
purring camply at the sight of his fully exposed hole.

"Ohmygod ... just incredible..."

"Shit - I gotta have me some of that. Looks so freakin sweet!"

"Hey, let me go before you - you always make a mess of these party
bottoms!"

Beckham's cock involuntarily twitched as he heard himself - his ass - being
described as a toy, as property, to be passed around from man to man to do
with as they wished. The crowd gasped at the fact that Beckham obeyed
Carlo's orders to suck on the gay man's spindly fingers, and on Diego's,
his hot mouth working overtime to get those girly digits slicked up and
ready to penetrate his ass. Murmurs of approval as Carlo slowly worked one
finger in, then two. Beckham could only grunt in a mix of pleasure and pain
at the intrusion. Soon Carlo's fingers were joined by one of Diego's.

"Come on," Carlo motioned to Federico. "You've had your tongue in
there. Try a finger. Get him to suck it first." And sure enough, seconds
later, the married stud had humiliated himself further by performing the
same degrading act of using the saliva from his hot, hetero mouth to slick
up a gay man's finger for penetration of his chunky man ass.

"Aaaahhh jeeeees," Beckham could not help but moan as the four fingers now
plundering is ass worked up a rhythm on his prostate, stretching him in the
way his mind now recognised as the prelude to what he really needed - a
proper, hard ass fucking.

"Strap in, ladies!" beamed Carlo. "It's going to be quite a night!"

And so it began.  Over the next few hours, that famous studly body was used
and abused in ways that it never had been before. First up, Diego (a top)
had the honour of being the first to turn out that fine ass, drawing a
gutteral moan from the horny hunk as the fingers were withdrawn from his
silky hole and replaced with Diego's hard lubed-up cock. The crowd watched
in awe and amazement as David Beckham, the world-famous icon of hetero
masculinity, cried out and begged for more as his beefy ass was taken by a
nobody queer.

"YES!" bellowed the helpless hunk in those sexy Brit tones, as Diego drove
his dick home. "FUCK YES MATE! FUCK MY ARSE!" The manly, macho sounds of
Beckham's voice revirbirated around the room, contrasting with the girly
squeals and cheers of the horde of gay men witnessing the incredible
performance.

The crowd were slightly disappointed when those moans were muffled by
Carlo, who could not resist crouching round to face the sex-crazed hunk,
lifting up that handsome face to his own and burying his tongue into the
straight stud's hot, wet mouth. Carlo almost fainted at the sensation of
that manly roar direct into his own mouth through the kiss, knowing that
those base, animal noises were being caused by the fucking that the stud's
big ass was receiving.

Carlo made way for another guest, Georgio, a dark-skinned Italian and
fashion writer for the Miami Herald. Despite having the same slight frame
as most of the other fashion queens, Georgio did possess a big meaty cock;
at a thick eight inches it was even in the same league as Beckham's
monster. Soon Beckham was delivering his first blow-job of the night as he
moaned onto that Italian cock, his eyes bulging as the full length of meat
was thrust into his hot mouth and down his tight throat. Georgio guided the
motion of the stud's head by holding onto that expensive designer cut
hair. The sight of the gorgeous straight man choking on his cock was too
much for Georgio to last very long, and he soon shot copious amounts of his
Italian seed down into the hetero hunk's stomach, just as Diego reached his
own climax as be bred Beckham's beefy ass.

Beckham's hungry butt was not left empty for long, as another top's dick
replaced Diego's.  At the front end, a serious-looking and overweight
German fashion designer, Lucas, approached and lowered his pants. To the
crowd's delight, and to Beckham's utter horror, instead of sliding his dick
into the stud's sexy mouth, Lucas turn around and presented his own flabby
ass to the hunk's shocked face.

"I want him too eat my ass," Lucas intoned. "He will do it?"

Beckham looked hesitant - for all the depths he had plunged to, he had not
yet been required to perform a rim-job.

"If he wants to bust his nut, he will," Carlo said with a warning look at
Beckham. "Any problem with that, Mr. B?"

Squeals of delight went up from the crowd as Beckham could only shake his
head. Smiling, Lucas inched his sweaty, fat ass towards the athlete's
face. The sight of those handsome, sharply chisled features, so perfectly
sculpted and shaped, disappearing into the flabby pale ass of a large gay
man was quite something.

"Ja, that is good," sighed Lucas. "You are not remembering me I think, Mr
Beckham?"

Beckham could only moan "No" into the smelly butt.

"The Armani shoot last year, in London," explained Lucas. "I was the set
designer. You smiled at me and asked me to get you a coffee. I thought,
what an arrogant English bastard, but your face was so nice, so pretty, I
can't say no. So I run and get you coffee, like a little servant. And you
just wink at me and take it, and don't talk to me again."

Lucas's grin was almost evil. "I think, fuck that arrogant man. And now I
am sitting on that very same pretty face. Now go on, use your tongue!"

Beckham reluctantly complied as those words sunk in. Once, his godlike
beauty had had these gay men fawning over him, completely under his
spell. Now those same handsome chisled features that had effortlessly
turned this gay man into a compliant lackey were now buried in his fat ass,
the thick wet tongue going to work on the smelly hole within. At the same
time, Beckham's own ass, built of solid, thick muscle without an ounce of
flab on it, was being ruthlessly drilled by yet another queen.  Worst of
all, the sensation of having his slutty ass pounded was drawing moans of
horny surrender from the hetero superstud, which the onlookers interpreted
as moans of pleasure at tasting the German's ugly fat butt!

"Oh wow," commented one of them. "I was gonna have him blow me, but I am
for sure gonna have him eat me first!"

Beckham's heart sank further at the murmurs of agreement, as he realised
that almost every blow-job he administered would be preceded by a nasty ass
munching. The idea clearly appealed to Lucas, who soon turned around and
plunged his cock down Beckham's throat.

"Ah, it's wunderbar!" he exclaimed moments later, as he climaxed adding his
seed to Gerogio's in Beckham's stomach. "Ja, he eats your ass then he
swallows your load ... ha!"

The combined effect of the humiliation and the ass-pounding was having a
profound effect on Beckham's monster cock, which strained fully engorged
and flicking ropes of precum onto the rippling flat belly of the
superstar. Despite his shame, the hunk had to admit that this was the most
mindfuckingly intense experience of his life - his firm bubble butt ass
getting the seeing to that he sorely craved as his hot sexy mouth and
handsome face were exploited for the pleasure of his fuckers.

"Jeez, look at his dick - it's going crazy!" shrieked Eduardo,
pointing. "He's gonna blow for sure!"

"Oh, he won't be blowing until we let him," Carlo purred.

Becks suddenly realised the effect that the cock ring was having on him -
ensuring that he was taken to the very edge but not able to get release.

"Please," panted the helpless hunk. "Please, I need to shoot. I'll do
whatever you want with you guys, but I need to shoot!"

Laughter and clapping from the crowd.

"Don't worry Becks," Carlo cooed, reaching down to rub and flick the
sensitive inflammed bellend of the straight man's pulsating cock. "You'll
get to shoot ... but not yet. Not all of these guys top - there are plenty
of them who want this in their asses, and they will all want you at your
firmest!"

There were murmurs of approval and agreement from the bottoms in the crowd.

"Saddle up, Becks," Carlo said, landing a playful slap on one of those
incredible ass globes. "You're in for a long night!"

TO BE CONTINUED ...