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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.
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