Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2011 01:18:40 -0800 (PST) From: Alex O'donnell Subject: Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge - part 8 All the usual disclaimers apply: *This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to depict any living person. *Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments, pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. My thanks to Nick and Robert for the encouragement. Keep the suggestions coming! The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 8 After the commercials, Scott and Alex, the co-hosts of the show, were back at center stage. Behind them, in a line, were the four hunky competitors. "And we're back," Scott said. "Now, earlier, you the viewing audience saw how far these four musclemen were willing to go to get their photo portfolios into the hands of major modeling agencies. These guys would do just about anything to get recognized and make names for themselves." "That's right, Scott," Alex said. "As we witnessed, these men are pushing the line in terms of athleticism and masculinity. They're still hoping to win your votes and one of them will have a shot at the half million dollar grand prize. And they can only do that if they can get the viewers at home to vote for them. That means all bets are off, and there are no boundaries. Let's talk with the competitors." Scott moved to Peter, the first man in line. The hunky model was covered from neck to toe in posing oil, his deep tan accentuating his sculpted, muscular body. He was wearing a tiny blue thong and nothing else. The thong clung to his cock and balls like a glove, clearly outlining the shape of his junk. "Peter, in our last segment, you chose to pose nude and even groped yourself multiple times on camera. How do you think viewers at home will respond?" Peter smiled that sexy smile of his, his white teeth flashing; he almost seemed embarrassed. "Well", he said, "I'm hoping that the viewers at home will respond well. I think they will. The viewers want the man who is the ultimate muscle hunk, the man who's willing to really strut his stuff, show off his great body, and not be embarrassed about a little nudity." He flexed his pecs as he spoke. "Alright," Scott said. "And Rod, you were the one man up here who refused to pose nude, even for one photo. Why was that, and do you think it will hurt your chances on winning the half-million dollar grand prize?" "Well, Scott," Rod began, "I don't think there's anything wrong with showing a little skin. That being said, there's a certain line I won't cross. These other guys have no problem crossing that line, and it was really disgusting." "The nudity?" Scott asked. "No, the... masturbating!" Rod exclaimed. "I watched that clip; it was completely inappropriate!" "Inappropriate how?" "It was just..." Rod paused. "I'm just hoping the viewers have more taste than that." Then the camera switched to Alex, who was standing next to Jack (in a white thong) and Dick (still fully nude). Like Peter and Rod, they were slathered in posing oil, every muscle glistening. Even Dick's cock was covered in oil: it was shiny and glistening under the studio lights. Alex said something to Jack, but I didn't catch it. I was fixated on the muscular visage of handsome, naked Dick. His massive guns; his rounded, striated pecs; his wide, muscular lats; his thick corded neck; his sexy, shaved head. "...hoping I'll win," Jack said, as the studio audience cheered. "And, Dick," Alex said. "You really topped everyone with that video shoot. You masturbated, there was semen everywhere. Do you think you could have offended the viewers at home? Maybe some of the women? And how many men wanted to see that?" "Uh, absolutely not, Alex," Dick said. "This show is about pushing the envelope. I've seen the previous seasons, and they're pretty tame, but I think the viewers at home will appreciate watching me jack off. I want their votes, and I'll do anything, absolutely anything, to get them. The fact of the matter is, women like watching a big stud like me jacking off, and every grown man's seen cum. We all do it." "Alright, back to you, Scott," Alex said. The camera cut to Scott, who was now standing in a ringed, circular area. "Thanks Alex. I'm here in the Olympian Ring, where each of our four men will get his chance to wrestle the other competitors. The winner will receive ten bonus points, which may mean the difference between victory and elimination in our competition. The style of wrestling is Greco-Roman. Up first, in random order, is Peter Cox, who will wrestle Jack Offerman. Come on over, guys." The audience cheered as the two hunky, oil-covered men stepped forward. But before they actually stepped in the ring, Scott explained to them that this was authentic Greco-Roman wrestling, and, true to ancient tradition, no clothes were allowed in the ring. "Go ahead and take those thongs off, gentlemen." Peter and Jack obliged, pulling down their thongs and revealing their big, sexy muscle-cocks. Then they entered the ring. Both looked stunning, their amazing muscles dripping with posing oil. Jack was quite a bit taller than Peter, and he had at least a good 20 pounds on the smaller man. The difference was most noticeable when they stood across from one another in the center of the ring. Three referees appeared, and one of them went to the center of the ring. He shook both men's hands, then they shook each other's. The ref blew a whistle, and the two naked men began grappling with one another. In a voiceover, Alex explained the rules: one man must pin the other in three rounds of two minutes each. The men were not allowed to use their legs for wrestling, and certain, painful holds are barred. Peter, more wiry than Jack, got off to a good start, circling around behind the bigger man and grappling him around his thick, muscular chest. Heaving, he was able to pull Jack off his balance, pushing him down towards the mat. Jack, however, quickly regained his balance, and was able to break Peter's hold. He turned around and grabbed at Peter, managing to put the smaller man in a vicious headlock. The two naked, oil-covered men were a sight to behold, each man's muscles glistening and straining as they struggled. Their long cocks dangled between their legs; Peter's looked to be a bit longer than Jack's, but Jack's was thicker around. "And the competition is off to a good start, Alex," Scott said, in voiceover. "Offerman has managed to get Cox in a headlock. Let's see if Cox can recover." "Well, we'll see, Scott," Alex commented. "But at this point, it looks doubtful. Offerman has a 20 pound advantage over Cox. He's got bigger muscles and he's got a height advantage." "True," Scott allowed. "But look at Cox's musculature. This is a man who is truly ripped. Look at his obliques. Cox said in an interview that he does 1,000 sit-ups a day, and it shows in those external obliques. Also, look at his lower abdomen, the lowermost abs there. With that thong now off, you can see his abs are ripped all the way down to his crotch. He's got a solid, solid core." The camera zoomed in on Peter's lower abs. Peter was trying to break the headlock, his ab muscles flexing furiously as he writhed. "Cox has quite the eight-pack, but I just don't think his abdominal strength will get him out of this," Alex countered. "Look at his opponent. Offerman has massive arms. Look at those pythons. This man bench presses 400 pounds. His biceps are 20 inches. He's not letting go that easy." As the camera zoomed in on Jack's massive arms coiled around Peter's head and neck, Jack used his superior hold to pull Peter to the mat. Peter struggled, but his shoulders were soon pinned into place as the ref counted to three. Round one was over. After a few moments, the two musclemen rose from the mat to begin Round Two. The whistle blew. The men began grappling. Peter managed to get Jack into what looked like a sort of a bear hug hold. A voiceover from Alex explained that this hold, with one arm under and one arm over the opponent's shoulder, was called a pinch grip tie. Jack was flexing his arms, hoping to break Peter's hold, but Peter's hold didn't break. Slowly, Peter pulled Jack down onto the mat. Once down on the mat, the two competitors coiled around one another, each man heaving and grunting as he tried to best his opponent. Jack was thrusting against Peter, his mighty frame pressed against Peter's. He managed to flip around, and as he did so, the cameras revealed his huge hardened cock: all the rubbing up against Peter had caused Jack to throw wood. Jack broke Peter's hold and then jumped onto Peter's backside. As he held Peter down with his arms, he began thrusting his groin into Peter's backside. "And Offerman getting a bit personal with Cox," Alex laughed. Peter was still trying to get out from under Jack, but Jack's grip was firm, and he continued dry-humping Peter's ass. It was an obscene and incredibly stimulating sight. "With only 20 seconds left in this match, it seems unlikely that Cox will be able to break Offerman's hold. Can he pull away?" But as much as Peter strained to break free, it appeared he was exhausted. He couldn't get out of Jack's hold, and the bigger man continued dry-humping him from behind. The studio audience was going wild, and at home, I had almost lost it. After a few more seconds, the whistle blew, and the ref called the match in favor of Jack. The camera changed to the view of the two co-hosts. "And with Offerman winning two rounds in a row, there will be no third round. Offerman has won the first match," Alex said. "Indeed he has, Alex," Scott agreed. "He just had more strength and he was able to pull out of Cox's hold." Behind them, on the mat, Jack was still humping Peter: he didn't seem to know the match was over. "And as our refs break up these two lovebirds, we'll go to a quick commercial break," Alex said. "But don't touch that dial! Up next, we have a wrestling match-up between our next two competitors, a match-up that promises to be even hotter!" I came all over my couch as they cut to the commercial break. To be continued...