Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:44:22 -0500
From: Bad Boy <badboy50040@hotmail.com>
Subject: America's Most Smartest Model 4

Once more, Thank you for the feedback, keep it coming!

This story is of course fiction and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the models Andre, VJ, Pickel or anyone else mentioned
or any personal knowledge about their private lives.

"America's Most Smartest Model" is owned and copyrighted by the VH1
television network.

The events in this story take place immediately after the events of the
November 4, 2007 episode of "America's Most Smartest Model" on VH1.


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	VJ was free, and he was about to let Andre know it.  Coming up
behind Andre while he continued pounding the hell out of Pickel, VJ
stopped, not sure of how to proceed.  While he was upset at the Russian for
deceiving him, there was no denying that the sensations he had experienced
while Andre was fucking him were real, intense and new.  He definitely
still had a thing for Andre, no doubt, but he had to put the Soviet in his
place.

	While he was pondering his move, Andre's frantic jack-hammering
into Pickel's well-worn hole ceased, with Andre shoving his dick all the
way in, as far as it would go.  Andre let out a bestial moan as he reached
orgasm, shooting his load into the tight confines of Pickel's ass.  His
whole body reacted to the intensity of the orgasm, his body shaking and
shivering with each blast of jizz.  It was a new sensation for Pickel,
never having someone shoot their load in him, but the warm sensation in his
anus was one he found enjoyable and erotic.  Andre's large dick took up so
much room in his ass however, there was not much room for all the cum,
Pickel feeling some of it leaking out of his ass and down his thighs.

	While Andre was coming down from orgasm, he continued to thrust up
into Pickel's ass until finally his softening dick slipped out.  He was
tired, in the course of a little more than an hour, he had fucked two men,
two alpha-male models, to within an inch of their lives, making them both
his bitches in the process.  He needed to rest, turning around to leave his
new whore Pickel to clean himself up.  He was in for quite a shock.

	Turning around, expecting to see VJ still bound to the bed where he
left him, he was instead confronted with a very pissed off VJ, intent on
enacting some revenge.  Catching Andre off guard, VJ rapped his arms around
the Soviet, trapping him in a bear hug.  Their two bodies came in contact,
VJ's bloated cock coming in contact with Andre's flaccid dick as he
attempted to wrestle him into submission.  Andre struggled to get out, his
muscles bulging, his body writhing to try and break VJ's grasp on him, but
VJ was not giving up, his own muscles straining to keep control over the
Russian.  While Andre was coming down from having an intense mind-blowing
orgasm only minutes ago, VJ was focused, ready to punish Andre for all his
past wrong doings.  Realizing that while he would be able to hold Andre in
this hug, but still not be able to get him to do what he wanted, he turned
to Pickel, who was just standing there watching the two models battle for
dominance, and asked him to lend a hand.  Coming back into reality, and
nodding his head, Pickel grabbed both of Andre's ankles, and together the
two were able to get him over to the bed that only moments ago VJ was tied
to.  Forcing him down, VJ was able to tie both of Andre's wrists to the
headboard, while Pickel managed to hold his legs in place.  Andre
struggled, kicking and flailing, anything to break free, but when he found
his arms firmly tied to the bed, he knew his number was up, and that brute
force would not get him out of what he feared was about to happen to him.

	VJ and Pickel looked down at their handiwork.  Andre, the great
Soviet Stud was tied to their bed, powerless to stop them for the plans
they had in store.

	 Andre stared up at the two models, both of them eyeing him like he
was more a piece of meat than a human being.  His head was spinning.  The
failed resistance he had put up to attempt to stop the two from tying him
down had drained him of what little he had left of his strength, having had
two mind numbing orgasms just a little bit earlier in the night.  He knew
that any physical fight he put up would just sap him of even more of his
power, and would easily be overcome by the two men standing over him.  He
figured he would play it safe, try not to agitate them any further and hope
he could figure out a way to get out of the mess he presently found himself
in.

	Pleased with their handiwork, VJ and Pickel looked over Andre,
ready to enact their revenge.  "Well, well, the Soviet stud at the mercy of
two Americans." VJ snarled as he looked over his captive.

	"Make that three."  Someone had walked in on the trio while VJ and
Pickle were wresting Andre into submission.  The two freed models froze in
their tracks, looking over their shoulders to see who had found out what
they were up to.

	There Brett stood in the doorway, totally naked, with a raging 9.5"
erection between his legs.  All three models gasped at the sheer size and
thickness of the tool Brett was packing.  Pickle was salivating, wishing he
had known earlier, maybe he would have made a move on Brett.

	Brett strode over to the other models, chastising them for all the
noise they were making.  "You three could have waked the dead with all the
noise you were making.  I told the other models who guys were probably only
roughhousing, giving VJ a good going over because of tonight, and seeing
how I've kept your little secret, I figure I deserve a little reward."

	"What do you want" said VJ.

	"To join in all the fun.  You think I joined this show just for the
money?  I came knowing there would be some fine men in here that I could
fuck, and looks like I just found me one."  Brett said as his eyes drank in
the sight of the Soviet stud tied to the bed, defiantly staring up at his
captors.

	"Alright, I'll let you take a shot at him, but I am going to be the
one to pop his cherry, to fuck him hard, to let him know what it feels like
to fuck with ones emotions."  Said VJ.

	Brett weighed his options and figured sloppy seconds on an ass as
fine as Andre's was better than none at all, and signaled to VJ that he
would accept his offer as he moved towards Andre.

	"Not a problem, but if I am going to fuck him, he might as well be
the one to do the lubbing."  Brett said as he slapped his obscenely long,
thick and hard cock around Andre's mouth, trying to get him to open and
give him a blow job.  Andre would have none of it, turning his head away,
like a baby refusing his bottle.  It was not long before Pickle joined in,
rubbing his hard cock against Andre's face, trying to tempt him to open his
mouth and take one of their cocks in, his cock leaving a sticky trail of
pre-cum on the Russians face.

	"Well, if he won't open his mouth for you guys, maybe he'll open up
his other hole for me."  VJ said as he lifted Andre legs with his brawny
arms, placing the legs of his captive on his broad shoulders.

	Andre lay there, completely out of options, weak and tied to the
bed, two cocks trying to entice him to open his mouth and VJ, the muscle
god who thought only moments ago was his willing slave, standing over him,
ready to rape his Russian ass.  All he could do was keep his mouth shut and
try to keep his mouth shut and tense up the muscles in his ass to attempt
to deny entrance to VJ's hard 7" cock.

	As VJ positioned his cock at Andre's hole, he took one of the
Soviet's feet and began to lick it, running his tongue from the heel of the
foot to the tips of the toes.  He sucked on each toe, paying attention not
to skip one, letting each on rest in his mouth while he played with the
digit with his tongue, before letting it out only to replace it with its
neighbor.

	Andre had never had his feet worshipped, and if it had been under a
different circumstance, he may have enjoyed it, but the dread of what was
about to happen, of his losing his virgin ass to VJ, erased any pleasure
from his mind.

	VJ was primed and ready, pushing forward, he found his advance
thwarted by Andre's resisting hole.  Instead of giving up, he only smiled
to himself and pushed forward even harder, knowing there was no way he
would be denied what was so close at hand.

	Andre did not have the strength to resist VJ's persistent force
against his ass, and his choice to relax his anal muscles just for a second
resulted in VJ gaining entrance into the never before fucked Soviet ass.

	VJ did not enter slowly, he did not want Andre to enjoy this, he
did not want it to be slow and sensual, he wanted it dirty and rough and he
wanted Andre to beg for it to end, to hear Andre to ask him to coat his
insides with his juices just so it could be over.  He pushed his pelvis
forward fast and rough, impaling Andre on his 7" dong, feeling his cock
bottom out in the ass.

	While some men can enjoy the sensations of being a bottom, VJ
himself had just discovered how good it felt to have a dick in his ass just
a few hours earlier, for some men that is not the case, such as Andre.  He
had always been a top; he had sucked a few cocks in his life, but just to
gain entrance to their asses later.  He had no interest in ever giving up
his ass to anyone.  And yet here he was, getting stuffed by a cock, having
his virgin ass forcibly taken from him by a man he once thought he
controlled.

	The pain was so great, Andre cried out, only to have it cut short
as Pickle's cock finally found the opening it so craved.  Stuffing his cock
into Andre's open mouth, he forced the Russian stud to deep throat his cock
by grabbing Andre's shaved head and forcibly face fucking the stud below
him.  A few minutes of this, and he let Brett have his term, the sheer size
of his cock, both in length and girth bigger than anything Andre had ever
had before, causing the Soviet to gag as he deep throated it, tears
starting to well in his eyes.  As he face fucked Andre, Brett leaned over
and grabbed Pickle's head and brought him into a passionate kiss, the two
men letting the friendship they shared blossom into something more.

	As the two models swapped Andre's mouth between their two cocks, VJ
was enjoying the fuck of his life.  He was fucking as hard and deep as he
could, pounding into Andre's ass over and over, doing anything he could to
make it memorable to the Russian.  Though his mouth was stuffed with dick,
VJ could hear groans coming from Andre every time his cock entered into his
no longer virgin ass.  Knowing that he could not last long, he decided he
would let Brett have his turn with Andre before VJ shot his load up Andre's
ass.

	Motioning to Brett, the two muscle studs switched places, VJ
replacing Brett's dick in Andre's mouth and Brett replacing VJ's cock in
Andre's ass.

	As Andre was forced to swallow VJ's cock, he tasted the sweat, funk
and flavors of his own ass as he licked and sucked on VJ's dick.  Disgusted
by the fact that he was tasting his ass, this thought was driven out of his
mind as Brett entered his ass.

	Brett drove his cock in, expanding Andre's ass so wide that the
Soviet's whole body convulsed and shook with the pain.  Inch after inch was
fed into the hungry hole, until all 9.5" firmly rested in Andre's ass.  He
fucked him hard and fast, filling Andre up again and again, slapping his
ass, feeling his body, calling him names, raping him.  Brett was sure that
Andre's ass would never be the same again.

	As VJ watched the sight of Brett fucking Andre, it turned him on
even more.  For about 10 minutes, Brett relentlessly fucked Andre,
sometimes fucking with long slow strokes, sometimes hard and fast.  Every
muscle in Brett's body was into it, as he laid into the Russian as hard as
he knew how.  VJ was so turned on by it that he felt his ejaculation
coming.

	VJ pulled out of Andre's mouth and grabbed Brett, pulling him out
of Andre, replacing his dick with his own.  It only took a few minutes of
good hard fucking for VJ to blow his load.  Burying his cock in the depths
of Andre's ass, he filled up Andre's ass with his seed, spraying load after
load of pent up cum in the upturned ass of his ex-master.

	As Pickle and Brett watched the erotic scene of VJ shooting his
semen into Andre, they too lost control, both spraying their loads all over
Andre's face, coating his entire face in sticky jizz.

	As the three men came down from their sexual high, there was Andre,
cum leaking from his sore and abused hole, face covered in jizz, and crying
like a baby.  The three men had broken him.  As the three men left the
Russian tied to the bed to get cleaned up, VJ turned around.

	"And don't worry, we'll let the camera crew know your in here ready
to make a video confessional."  VJ said as the three men laughed and headed
to the showers.

	Andre knew his days of modeling would be over when the camera crew
found him.  His life was over.



The End