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Not all bottoms on the island resort are full time residential slaves. There were some high profile celebrities and athletes that made regular visits to the island. Those sexy celebrities were in high demand by the rich regular clients. The muscular celebrities would escape from the public eyes and slip away to the island. In the public eyes they were considered symbols of masculine, heartthrobs for millions of women, however on the island they became tools for rich dominant gay men to live out their fantasies. One of the most highly demanded athletes and celebrities was Conor McGregor. To many of his fans he was the standard of masculinity. He was a dominant alpha male in public. The star athlete, former UFC champion was alway portrayed as arrogant. In fact, that cocky persona made him very popular to the men on the island resort. Twice a year, he would sneak away from his life as a straight celebrity. Conor took a break from production of the ultimate fighter show and flew back to his native Ireland. From there he departed from Ireland on his private yacht. When the yacht arrived at the Canary Islands, he would disembark and then fly by private jet to Malta. On Malta he disguises himself and boards the Ganymede at night. Captain Xi greeted Conor as the shorter, tightly muscular fighter boarded. “Welcome aboard sir,” the taller Asian captain bowed. Xi’s crisp pure white uniform hugged his magnificent lean athletic body. “Ah Captain. When will we be able to depart,” Conor asked in his thick Irish accent. “As soon as the other guests arrive. Prince Abdullah and his entourage will be arriving shortly,” Xi responded. Conor looked surprised that he wasn’t traveling alone, but at the same time he found himself adjusting the growing bulge in his white Gucci pants. “Ah, I see,” Conor responded. Xi then escorted Conor to his state room. Once Conor entered the spacious state room he found a various styles and colors of speedos waiting on the bed, “A gift from Mr. Pompeii,” Xi responded. “Yes, thank you,” Conor responded. Although it was hard for Conor to look at another man the same way the island’s rich gay clients looked at him, he could appreciate Xi’s exquisitely developed body under the tight uniform. The taller than average Chinese man turned to leave, and Conor couldn’t help but notice Xi round ass filling out the uniform. If Conor was a top he wouldn’t hesitate from plowing the tight well formed ass. The next morning Conor was awoken to the sounds of morning at sea. He lifted his naked body out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. Conor had recently shaved off his beard and his newer, cleaner image stared back at him. The scruff of not shaving in a few days started to grow back but not the beard that everyone recognized. Most people, including himself, haven’t gotten over the new look. He then pulled on a black and gold Danny Miami designer swim trunks. The swim briefs were modified with a concealed entrance in back. Once dressed in the skinny briefs Conor stepped out of his stateroom. Stepping onto the mega yacht’s decks the warm summer ocean breeze hit Conor’s shredded, half naked body, causing his nipples to harden and his impressive cock to stir in its tight confines. A small gym with a complete set of dumbbells was set upon the deck of the Ganymede for its guests’ enjoyment and recreation. Needing the pump from a quick workout, Conor picked up two 35lbs dumbbells and began to workout. The champion fighter was soon working up a layer of sweat over his tight, tattooed body. As he pumped the weights, his legendary cock was bulging against the tiny briefs. Conor was lifting the weights over his head while doing standing shoulder presses, when Prince Abdullah and two other Middle Eastern men stepped onto the deck. They wore their long traditional white robes and headdresses. The men’s eyes scanned Conor’s sweaty hard body. “Mr. McGregor, it is such a pleasure. I’m such a fan of yours,” the prince approached Conor with his hand extended. Conor dropped the dumbbells and returned the prince’s handshake. The older middle eastern man openly ogles Conor’s body with his eyes. “It is a pleasure your majesty,” Conor lowered his head in respect. Conor in his street punk days often wondered what those men wore under those long robes. As the prince stood before in the bright sun, it was obvious that Abdullah wore no underwear under his robe. The prince noticed Conor’s eyes staring at his crotch and the older man smirked. Abdullah then walked over to the posh outdoor couches that lined the bed and sat down. He smiled at the half naked prize MMA champ and lifted his robe. Conor’s eyes widened at the slight of the Arabian prince’s hard brown cock. The masculine, tough Irish fighter swallowed hard and sat his weights down. The other two men of the royal entourage smiled as Conor cocky walked over to their prince and kept between the Arabic man’s legs. Conor looked up at the prince with his green eyes before wrapping his right fist around the thick cut cock. After giving it a few strokes with his fist, Conor then took it into his mouth. “Mmm, such a good cock sucker,” the crown prince groaned as Conor was soon bobbing his head up and down on the cock. The prince gripped the back of Conor’s head as he fucked his tight throat. In return, as Conor struggled to breathe over the thick cock, he gripped the prince’s hairy but strong legs. Conor knew the Crown Prince was an expert polo player and as a result had strong, powerful legs. The other men moved closer and lifted their robes as well, reviving their hairy balls and cocks. Conor gagged on the prince’s cock but continued to the cock down his cock. He kept the prince’s cock in his mouth while gripping the other men’s cocks in his hands. Conor stroked them as he continued to suck the prince. Finally he pulled off Abdullah’s cock and replaced it with the cock on to his right, while wrapping his fist around the prince's cock to keep it hard. Conor took turns on each cock, worshiping them as the men fucked his mouth, grabbing his hair and using it to fuck his mouth. After coating the crown prince’s cock with drool and saliva for the third time, the men let Conor up onto his bare feet. Conor then walked confidently over to the white outdoor beds on the deck and climbed on one of them on his hands and knees. He rested his elbows on the soft white cushions and lifted up his muscular hips, presenting his bubble ass to the prince. Prince Abdullah smirked at the sexy MMA fighter’s ass encased in the tight speedo. The prince moved closer and unzipped the back of the briefs to revive Conor’s tight, smooth hole. Upon feeling the air hitting his man pussy, Conor lowered his head on to the bed and pushed his ass out toward the Prince. “Beautiful,” the middle eastern prince whispered as he admired the flawless ass. Conor groaned as the prince stroked a finger over his ass hole, teasing it. “Ah, Ugh, fuck me,” Conor groaned as the prince pushed his finger into the famous bubble ass and began to finger Conor’s tight inside. “Yeah, of fuck, fuck my bubble ass,” Conor’s Irish voice was loud and boisterous. Prince Abdullah smirked and pulled his finger out of the tight hole. The macho, cocky champion fighter wiggled his muscular ass like a slut. Abdullah then gripped Conor’s lean, tight waist and aimed his cock at the smooth, hairless hole. “Fffuck, yeah, fuck my pussy,” Conor cried out as he was penetrated by the huge Arabic cock. Conor cramped down his anal muscles around the cock and tried to pull the prince’s cock deeper into him. Abdullah eased out and thrusted hard back in, deeper and harder. Abdullah pushed all the way into Conor’s ass and paused while Conor was milking his cock. The crown prince threw his head back and moaned as he flooded Conor’s man pussy. While the crown prince was recovered from cumming deep inside Conor’s ass, he was suddenly surprised by the members of his own entourage. His two companions grabbed Abdullah and pulled his robes over his head. Abdullah’s exposed hairy body was kicking and screaming as he was dragged away. When Conor awoke from his blissful orgasm he was shocked at the scene playing out. The next morning, the white Roll Royce pulled up to the front entrance of one of the elegant villas that dotted the island. The car parked and the shirtless muscular driver got out of the driver's side door and he opened the back door. Xavier stepped out of the car and straightened his suit. He then walked into the villa and made his way over the marble floors to the outdoor patio. The villa had its own swimming pool, overlooking the ocean and private beach. In one of the chairs lay the Legendary notorious MMA fighter Conor McGregor. A fedora hat was shading his famous face. His body was in its best physical condition. His tattooed chest and tight abs were tanned and thickly muscular. The sexy fighter wore only a pale blue speedo that proudly displayed his large bulge. He didn’t move as Xavier sat beside his powerful thighs on the lounge. Pompeii gently stroked the fighter’s smooth left powerful thigh. Conor groaned and spread his legs giving the older man more access. Conor lifted his hat and smiled at Xavier. “Ah, Mister Xavier,” Conor said in his thick Irish accent and smiled his white cocky smile. He looked down at Xavier’s hand as the resort manager cupped his large legendary bulge through the tight speedo. Xavier moved his hand lower, stroking Conor’s fat balls. “I hope that yesterday's events on the Ganymede won’t ruin your stay,” Xavier moved his hand even lower. “What happened to the crown prince,” Conor watched the older man’s hand stroke his balls and the sensitive area behind them. “Unfortunately, Abdullah’s uncle had staged a coup in their country, and ousted Abdullah as the crown prince,” Xavier pushed his hand further behind Conor’s balls. Conor spread his powerful legs and lifted his hips to give move access to the manager’s hands, “what will happen to him.” “I had made arrangements with the new crown prince to acquire Abdullah. He is currently being processed and reprogrammed as we speak,” Xavier said as he stroked Conor’s hole through the speedo. Conor spread his legs further, “I needed to get fucked.” “That can be arranged,” Xavier replied. The incredible flexible MMA fighter lifted his legs into the air, bending himself in half. Xavier was pleased as he unzipped the back of the tiny swim briefs and exposed Conor McGregor’s manpussy. Xavier then unzipped his white suit pants and aimed his cock at the winking, flexing hole. “Fffuck, Ugh, Ah yeah, fuck me,” Conor throw his head back as Xavier began to fuck him hard and deep.