Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2011 02:20:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Alex O'donnell Subject: The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge - part 2 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 story is partially inspired by a really good story a few years back on Nifty.org ("American Teen Muscle Challenge"), along with several current reality TV series, and my own vivid imagination. THE ULTIMATE MUSCLE HUNK CHALLENGE, PART 2 The audience roared as the camera panned over the four flexing muscle hunks who had entered the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge: Peter Cox, the 20-year-old model in blue; Rod Dixon, the 18-year-old ranching hunk from Texas in red; Jack Offerman, the 28-year-old bodybuilder from New york in white; and Dick Hardman, the 30-year-old actor and bodybuilder from California in gold. "We'll go to a quick commercial break," said co-host Alex. "But don't go away; when we come back, the competition begins with Stage One of our Ultimate Muscle Hunk obstacle course. Can any of these four men prevail? Find out right after these messages!" As the show goes to commercial, I wait impatiently for the show to continue. The commercials are annoying and seemingly endless. Popcorn chicken. Retractible awnings. Adverts for ridiculous shows starring "stars" I've never heard of. Finally, the program starts. "Welcome back to the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge. I'm your co-host, Alex Matthews," says the hunky brunette host. "And I'm Scott O'Donnell," finishes the equally hunky blond host. "Tonight we're commencing our search for the ultimate muscle hunk: the one man in America who has the strength, skill, charisma, and testicular fortitude to face our obstacles and become the Ultimate Muscle Hunk, with a chance at a half a millions dollars at stake." "That's right, Scott, and our first challenge is a tough one: a grueling obstacle course here in our studio that will pit these men against one another in a race to the finish. Each of the four contestants will get his chance to complete the obstacle course in as little time as possible. This particular obstacle course is designed to push each man's upper body strength to the absolute limits." The two hosts, standing side by side in business suits, are a striking contrast to the half-clothed men lined up in front of them. Scott, the blonde host, walks up to the line of hunky challengers, and says,"Peter, you've been randomly selected to face the obstacle course first. Anything you'd like to say to the viewers at home?" Peter shakes his handsome head. "Just... I hope I can do my hometown proud. I think I'm up to the challenge." As the hosts wish Peter good luck, Peter walks to the left-hand side of the stage, where the obstacle course will begin. As the camera pans wide, I see a large obstacle course has been set up on the stage. The course includes ramps, balance beams, ropes hanging from the ceiling, a cargo net, gymnastic rings, and several unidentifiable pieces of equipment. A whistle blows, and Peter races up a ramp to begin the first leg of the obstacle course. The studio audience cheers him on. Meanwhile, the hosts chatter. "Cox is off to a good start, as he's powering up that ramp." "That's right, Alex. But he's going to have to maintain that speed to remain competitive. Now he's reached the first obstacle on the course, the Ring Bearer. He's going to have to lift himself onto the gymnastic rings and hold a vertical position for four minutes, or else he will receive a 5-minute penalty. Let's watch." As they talk, Peter jumps and grabs the gymnastic rings, slowly pulling his arms to the side as he lifts himself into a cross-shaped position. His arms are very strong and his muscles stand out, like veiny snakes. He appears to have no problem with the position. "Cox is looking good so far, maintaining the hold. Cox's stats include 19-inch arms and a 50-inch chest." The camera slowly zooms in, as Peter maintains the hold. His blue tank top has ridden up, revealing the lower part of an impressive row of abs. But it's his chest and arms which are most impressive, his spread lats, powerful chest, and thick striated arms now beginning to tremble a bit with the extertion of trying to maintain the position. "And it looks as though Cox is beginning to feel the burn, at just over one minute into the hold. Can he maintain it?" Peter is beginning to sweat as the clock ticks. His arms are trembling visibly now. The camera pans over his impressive muscles: his thick pecs, large, bowling-ball-shaped delts, and thick neck, now straining. The camera crew also can't help but show something else: with Peter's tank top riding up so high, his posing trunks are plainly visible to all eyes. He's got an impressive package, and the posing trunks are... well, rather skimpy. It's almost obscene. Not that I'm complaining. At home, my dick is still fully hard watching all this. Another camera is now on Peter. His teeth are clenched, and sweat is dripping off his muscled frame as he continues to attempt to hold the position. As the whistle blows the three minute mark, the studio audience begins shouting their encouragement. No one wants to see this young man fail. A graphic in the corner of the screen displays the time: 3:10. 3:20. 3:30. Peter's face is a mask of agony, now, sweat dripping off his brow as he tries to maintain the hold. His thick, striated pecs heaving with the extertion, his huge arms trembling with the pain. At 3:38, Peter loses it, and drops off the rings. "And Cox is down! That will be a five-minute penalty," explains Scott, as an obviously disapointed Peter moves on to the second obstacle, the Wicked Wall. Peter begins climbing the wooden wall as the hosts explain that the Wicked Wall is normally a fairly easy obstacle. "Not, of course, after spending almost four minutes on the rings, however." "Cox's muscles, already overtaxed by the last obstacle, will obviously be put to the challenge here as he climbs this 40-foot wooden wall," Scott says, as Peter begins the climb. Despite the strain, Peter makes it up and over the wall and down the back side. From there he climbs up a cargo net, then across a wooden bridge, down a rope, and then hand over hand across a climbing frame. After running across a balance beam, he crosses the finish line at 8 minutes and 42 seconds. The hosts remind the viewers at home that an additional five minutes will be added to Peter's time. As Peter walks back up to the host area, Alex holds out a mic and asks him about the run. Sweating and puffing, handsome Peter can barely speak. Sweat is running down his body, making his tanned muscles glisten. Peter pulls the front of his tight tank top up over his chest, revealing his massive pectorals and impressive six-pack abs. His chest is completely covered in sweat, perspiration dripping off his thickly muscled pecs. He leaves the tank top up above his chest as he continues to heave, and the tank top is tight enough around his chest that it doesn't fall back down. "That was a good run, champ," Alex says. "How was it up there?" "H... h... hot..." Peter can only mutter, his breath still gone. Yes, it was definitely hot. "Next up is Rod Dixon, an 18-year old rancher turned weightlifter from Texas," Alex segues. "Rod, you saw how Peter performed. How are you going to do things differently?" Rod, the blonde hunky kid, just smiles and says, "Well, Alex, I don't know if I can beat that time, but I'll try. I've got God on my side, and.. you know... God willing, I'll win." "Good luck, Rod." Rod takes his cue and walks to the starting line at the left-hand side of the stage. The whistle blows and Rod begins the obstacle course. He has a bit of trouble getting onto the rings, but once he gets a firm grip, he slowly positions himself in the now-familiar T-shape on the gymnastic rings. "Dixon's off to a bad start but he's now gaining traction," Alex says. "Scott, what do you make of Dixon's pectoral development? Do you think he's more or less developed than Cox?" "Well, I think it's undeniable that his pectoral development is not as strong as Cox's," Alex replies, "His stat sheet states that he's got a 48-inch chest, and it seems pretty clear his pecs just aren't as striated as Cox's." As if on cue, the camera zooms in on Rod's chest. The low-cut tank top does little to hide his thick, striated pecs. Slowly, the camera zooms out, reavealing the young man hanging from the gym rings. Already, his arms are shaking a bit, as his big biceps and triceps strain with the pressure of maintaining the hold. His wide lats, spread to their fullest extent, are incredibly impressive. "Dixon's other stats include 18-inch arms and a 28-inch waistline. All in all, a well developed physique for a young man who only stands 5 feet 11 inches." "And already, Alex, you can see the strain this young man is feeling, you can see it in his face, and in his arms," Scott says. "At only a minute and a half in, I doubt that Dixon will make it the full four minutes." Just as Scott finishes his sentence, Rod's arms begin buckling with the pressure. He begins thrashing wildly, attempting to maintain his grip, but then falls off the rings. Luckily, he lands deftly on his feet, and continues the course as the studio audience lets out a collective gasp. "And Dixon did indeed fall, Scott. That will be a five-minute penalty. You know, I think that given his age, Dixon just doesn't have the pectoral development for that obstacle." "That's true, Alex. I think to be a serious competitor on that particular obstacle, you'd probably need at least a 50-inch chest, and his arms look just a bit weak, too. Nonetheless, Dixon is continuing the course. He's not going to let his smaller stature affect his chances on the show." The camera changes to Rod, now on the Wicked Wall. Rod slowly, methodically climbs to the top, goes down the back side, climbs the net, crosses the bridge, shimmies down the rope, and then crosses the climbing frame and the balance beam. He crosses the line at 9:14. As he walks up, one of the host, Alex, says, "Good run, champ. What did you think of your run?" Talking into the mic, Rod says, "Well, I did what could, unfortunately." Alex nods sympathetically as he says, "Unfortunately, this particular course requires a ton of upper body strength." Then he reaches over and casually pulls the front of Rod's red tank top down, stretching it down toward his waist. "We were just discussing your pectoral development and how that might have had some role in how this obstacle played out, when you were up there on the Ring Bearer. Do you think your upper chest development played a factor in the fall?" "Well... um... I actually think my pecs are pretty well-developed, for just being 18," Rod says. "Absolutely. Flex those puppies," Alex says, and Rod obliges, flexing his pecs as Alex continues to hold his shirt down. The studio audience eats it up, cheering as Rod flexes cockily. It's really a hot scene, and my dick can barely stand it. "Alright, thanks Rod," Alex says. "Now let's move on to contestant number three. He's bodybuilder and former longshoreman Jack Offman." Scott, dwarfed as he stands next to the tall, muscular hunk named Jack, asks Jack a question about his strategy going into the first obstacle course. "Well, shit," Jack replies, "I don't really have a strategy. I'm just going to go up there and fuckin' nail it." They didn't bleep out any of his profanities, which still shocked me (what had cable TV come to?), but the sight and sound of this hunky, foul-mouthed stud almost set me over the edge. Jack moved to the starting line on the left-hand side of the stage, and as the whistle sounded, he jumped up and easily hooked his big longshoreman's hands into the rings. His powerful pecs and massive arms had no problem being able to lift his body into the required cross-shaped position. It was an awesome sight. His thick pectorals bulged, pulling his tight white tank top halfway up his torso. His skimpy white posing trunks were now fully revealed. Jesus, this guy was HAWT! He hung like from a cross with almost no trembling, even as the minutes passed. Jack had no problem holding out the full four minutes on the rings. The audience cheered as Jack dropped off the rings as the whistle sounded the four minute mark. Then he moved easily through the rest of the obstacle course, finishing at 7 minutes and 13 seconds. Despite what appeared to be an easy course run, Jack was sweating heavily by the end of the course, and the front of his white tank top, drenched in sweat, had become semi-transparent. His amazing 8-pack abs were easily visible through the thin material. "Nicely done, champ," Scott said. "Did you have any doubt you'd make it through the course?" "Fuck no," Jack replied. Several in the studio audience cheered at Jack's cocky answer, as he pulled another double bicep pose. Alex laughed then, shaking his head. "Now it's time for the fourth contestant, actor and bodybuilder Dick Hardman." Dick, a hunky shaven-headed muscle stud about the same size as Jack, took his position at the starting line. But before the whistle blew, Dick stopped a moment, stepped back from the starting line, and then called for a time out. "It's really warm in here," he said, as he crossed his arms over his chest, grabbed the bottom of his gold tank top, and pulled it slowly over his head. He tossed his tank top on the floor carelessly as he re-took his position at the starting line. The man was incredibly stacked, with melon-like pecs, ripped abs, bowling-ball-shaped biceps, a thick, corded neck, and the sight of this man getting to run an obstacle course wearing nothing but a pair of gold posing trunks and some sneakers sent me over the edge. I came in my pants as the whistle sounded and Dick began the course. He pulled himself up onto the rings and, seemingly without effort, kept the position all four minutes. Then he ran the rest of the obstacle course, finishing just after Jack's time, at 7 minutes, 28 seconds. The audience cheered wildly as Dick began going into several bodybuilding poses, including a "most muscular" and a rear double biceps. "We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors," Alex said. To be continued...