Conor McGregor Paradise island
Conor McGregor had been tra..
🕑 Added 2022-12-14 01:50:54 +0000 UTC
Conor McGregor Paradise island
Conor McGregor had been training hard for his next fight. It was being promoted as his next big comeback. On top of the importance of winning the match, he had made the decision to move up to the next weight class and started to feel the stress on his body and mind. When he got to that mental place he knew it was time for a break. Once every six months Conor McGregor has a desire to get away from the public prying eyes and relax from the stress and tension of public life. It was then that he boarded his private jet alone, without his entourage and family, and flew to the remote island resort.
Xavier Pompeii, the manager of Paradise Island, greeted the notorious MMA fighter as Conor got off the plane. Conor had his usual cocky strand as he walked down the stairs and strutted toward the taller man. Xavier could tell that Conor was more fit and muscular than he ever had been and had even shaved off his trademark beard. He was almost unrecognizable.
“Mr. Pompeii,” Conor greeted the well dressed Italian man with his thick accent.
“Ah, Mr. Conor. We are so glad to have you back. I know our clientele would definitely appreciate your arrival,” Pompeii greeted Conor with a friendly hug.
Xavier could feel how tone and tight the MMA fighter was under the expensive tailored linen clothes that hugged his short, compact body. He could even feel Conor’s cock stirring in his pants. Xavier draped his arm around Conor’s shoulders then escorted Conor to the waiting limousine. The taller man stroked the broad back through the expensive designer shirt. Xavier couldn’t wait to get the MMA superstar alone. Once inside the limousine, Conor sat with his legs spread, proudly showing off his full packed package. Xavier, sitting beside him, placed his hand on his thick left thigh. The fine linen pants were stretched over the sexy muscular legs, as Xavier stroked them. Conor merely gave a smirk and stretched out his athletic body. Xavier moved his hand from Conor’s knee to the back of the champion fighter’s neck, gently stroking the thick muscles. Conor in return placed his hand on the well dressed manager's lap and proceeded to unzip his pants. Once freeing the older man’s cock, Conor lowered his head and took it into his mouth. All the cocky masculine bravo that Conor McGregor was known for was gone as he began to hungrily suck on the large cock. Xavier was enjoying the star athlete’s mouth, running his hand on the back of Conor’s head, guiding it on and off his cock, while the limousine drove across the island to Conor’s usual villa suite. All thought of his high profile life was gone from Conor’s mind as he worked the cock.
Once inside the villa suite, while his suitcases were being unloaded from the limousine by muscular, scantily clad valets, Conor walked into the large elegant bedroom, removing his clothes as he went. Xavier watched his famous guest undressing. Conor was never shy about showing off his athletic, chisel body. After removing his shirt, revealing his ripped tattooed back and kicking off his fine Italian leather shoes, Conor undid his pants and pulled them down. Xavier stood at the doorway of the bedroom, admiring the beautiful sculpted ass before him as Conor stepped out of his pants.
“Leave us,” Xavier ordered the valets.
As soon as the valets exited the room, Xavier came up behind the MMA fighter and held the lean, tight waist. Conor groaned and pushed his ass back. It been so long since he been fucked, he needed it so bad and Xavier knew what Conor wanted. He pushed the smaller, but more stronger pro fighter onto the bed. Conor grunted as he fell face down on the soft mattress. Xavier then knelt on the bed between Conor’s spread legs and slapped the firm ass cheeks. The slap was hard and echoed through the suite’s bedroom.
“Fuck yea, yes, spank Me,” Conor cried out in his rough Irish street accent.
Conor pushed his bubble ass up toward Xavier, wiggling it like a slut. Xavier smirked at the symbol of modern masculine, the stereotypical tough alpha athlete moaning and begging to get spanked. Each impact Xavier delivered caused the muscular, hairless ass to bounce and jiggle.
“I've been a bad boy. Spank me, sir,” Conor moaned as he buried his head into the soft pillows.
“Yes, you've been a very bad boy,” Xavier answered as he spanked each flawless ass.
If only Conor’s millions of fans would see him now, Xavier thought. Moaning and begging like a weak, little wimp, instead of the tough MMA fighting superstar.
“Please fuck me,” Conor turned his head and moaned.
Xavier was happy to oblige. He opened his pants and pulled them down, pulling out his own thick, rock hard cock. Conor pushed his ass up in the air and spread his legs, while keeping his head down on the pillow, exposing his smooth manhole. Xavier reached for a crystal dispenser on the nightstand by the bed and pumped a generous amount of the resort's special lube onto his hand. Conor moaned as he felt the cool lotion on his tight little hole. As Xavier worked the lotion into him, Conor’s anal muscles relaxes and the nerve endings around his rosebud entrance and in the anal canal began to fire waves of pleasure through his sexy, compact body. After thoroughly lubing Conor’s manpussy, Xavier aimed his cock at Conor’s hole and slid in. Conor’s eyes rolled back into his head as he began to curse and push his bubble ass backwards. The macho fighter was in pure pleasure as Xavier pushed deeper into him. Conor’s fist gripped the sheets as his prostate got rammed. Xavier eased out of Conor and thrust hard back into him. The manager loved fucking those hot, tight athletes, their bodies are in prime shape, built to be fucked hard, and Conor was the apex athlete. His entire career was built on being able to take a pounding. Xavier gripped Conor’s shoulders as he plowed even deeper and harder. Each time he pushed forward, Conor pushed back to get more of the man’s cock inside him. The MMA champion was a beast in the octagon and was provening he was a beast in bed. Xavier felt the powerful ass muscles clamping down on his cock, flexing and pulling him deeper. He couldn’t last much longer. With one finally deep thrust, Xavier cried out and came deep inside Conor’s ass.
“Fffuck, yeah, oh ffucking god,” Conor cried as he felt the warm seed filling him. Without touching himself, his cock jerked and came hard, shooting his load onto the bed beneath him.
Xavier awakened in the middle of the night, to find himself spooning up behind Conor McGregor. He held the tight muscular body in his arms and his cock was still deep between the fat, yet firm ass cheeks. Xavier gently kissed Conor on the neck, causing the champion to groan in his sleep. The older man then carefully slid out of the used ass and got out of bed. By the time Conor woke he found himself alone and sleeping in a pool of his own cum.
Conor always been a early riser like many apex athletes but that morning his body was sore from the fucking he received. However, he was built to take it hard. He pulled himself out of bed and walked naked to the shower. Conor took extra care washing his body in front of the mirrored lined shower stall. He couldn’t help from admiring his sexy body in its prime. It didn’t take long before his cock swollen in his fist as he pumped his massive cock. The hot water washes over him as he jerks off with his right hand and places his left hand to brace himself on the mirror wall. His powerful legs began to buckle. He let out a deep masculine moan and shot his load onto the mirror. Conor of course had no idea that on the other side of the one way mirror were cameras recording his morning jackoff session, for Xavier’s and his clients later enjoyment.
Conor then walked out of the bathroom, drying himself and not bothering to cover up. He then found a full healthy breakfast waiting for him in the living area of the villa. After eating his breakfast and drinking the freshly squeezed juice, he went for a run and then workout. He was turning a lot of heads as he ran barefoot and in only the Irish flag spandex shorts. His large cock and balls held tightly by the spandex fighting shorts and his plump ass jiggling just enough to make the all male clientele of the island resort salivate over him.
Deep inside him, under the cocky, arrogant macho facade, was a desire to be used and controlled. He came to the island to be worshiped and fucked by other men. Conor didn’t always have that desire. His first agent on his rise to the top of his sport, brought him to that island after his first big championship win. There he was fucked and made to serve men numerous time. Over the years, Conor realized despite how successful he became as an athlete, a celebrity, he was nothing but a plaything to be possessed and used by other men.
To be continued
