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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 15
"And we're back to the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge," said Alex, the sexy, hot host of the show. "The only show on the air which pits man against man in a competition to see which man has the strength, endurance, and guts to prove himself as the ultimate muscle hunk."
"Now just before the commercial break," continued blond co-host Scott, "we showed viewers how far our three remaining challengers were willing to go this week, pushing their endurance -- and the envelope -- to the limits."
"Now let's bring the guys out. First up, 18-year-old challenger Rod Dixon. Rod, come on out!"
The studio audience cheered as the hunky young man came out on stage. Rod looked in amazing physical shape: he'd obviously put on quite a few pounds during the week, and it was all rock-solid muscle. His abs and pecs looked like they were sculpted from granite. His arms were veiny and vascular. Even his legs, normally Rod's weak area, looked in top condition, the tear-drop shaped muscles of his thighs clearly visible as he walked toward center stage.
Rod was wearing a beat-up old baseball cap and a gold crucifix around his neck. He was otherwise naked, his hefty cock and balls bouncing a bit as he walked across the stage. The crucifix sparkled under the studio lights, accentuating Rod's dark new tan. Rod waved to the audience as the members of the studio audience cheered.
"Welcome back, Rod," Alex said. "You've worked really hard over the past few weeks to become a serious challenger here on the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge. Your family back in Dumont, Texas, have prepared a special message for you, which we'll now share with you and our audience."
The camera switched to a pre-recorded segment, taped in Rod's grandparents' house, according to the caption. An old couple, identified as Eldora and Jake Dixon, were seated in the kitchen.
"When Rod told us he was going on some reality show in an effort to save our home," Jake Dixon said, "We were pretty shocked. We tried to talk him out of it. We didn't want to lose our farm, but we also didn't want Rod to compromise on the morals his family has taught him over the years."
"Rod was really adamant that he could win the competition, so we slowly became supportive of his goal," Eldora said. "We don't own a TV and we haven't seen the show, but we've heard from the producers that Rod is doing very well. Rod, if you're watching this, we just want to say to you: We're so proud of you, and we hope you go all the way."
"Win that half million dollars, Rod!" his grandfather urged.
The scene cut back to Rod, Alex, and Scott on stage.
"Rod, the people we spoke to in Dumont, Texas, were all really supportive of your goal. In fact, your grandparents have such faith in you that they've invested their last five thousand dollars in seed crops for this spring's planting. They're counting on you to win. How does it feel to have family who have that much faith in you?"
"I... I didn't know they'd do that," Rod confessed. "It, uh... it feels good to know they have faith in me." But Rod didn't look happy, in all honesty. He looked uncomfortable.
"It's a lot of pressure, isn't it, Rod?" Alex asked. "You know you have to win. You've gotta go all the way, now."
Rod nodded.
"Now Rod, earlier in the episode, We showed the studio audience and millions of viewers at home your personal training session with John Thomas. You seemed to really enjoy his masturbation technique. Was that your favorite part of the workout?"
Rod blushed furiously. "The camera guy told me he wasn't recording..." he muttered, his face bright red.
"C'mon, Rod, don't act like a prude now," Alex chided. "We all saw you getting 'up close and personal' with John Thomas. You obviously liked it, or you wouldn't have blasted rope after rope of semen all over the place."
"No, I... I didn't..." Rod protested weakly, but Alex's proof, which we'd all viewed earlier, was pretty irrefutable.
"We know you did, Rod," Scott said. "The question is, how many more times did it happen this week when the cameras weren't rolling?"
"None! He didn't... I..." Rod exclaimed. "We focused on my training. That's all we did, I swear to God."
"Let's bring John Thomas out here, shall we?" Alex said. The studio audience cheered as John Thomas was brought out on stage. The hunky bodybuilder and personal trainer came out without a stitch of fabric; he strode across the stage and took position behind Rod, nuzzling the younger man's ear and fondling Rod's muscular pecs with the familiarity of a longtime lover.
"John Thomas, you spent the last week training Rod. We saw some of the footage from this week. What areas did you work on the most?"
"Well, Alex," John Thomas began, "We trained all areas, but I spent a lot of time working with Rod on his upper body. We really worked a lot on trying to build up his pecs a bit more. As you can see, Rod already has really well-developed pectorals, I'm just trying to take it to the next level. I'd really like to see sort of freaky monster pecs on him, so we spend five or six hours a day just on pec-building exercizes."
Wrapping his right arm around Rod, John Thomas grabbed a handful of Rod's right pec. "As you can see, Alex, we made a lot of progress this week. Flex 'em, baby. My goal is to make these fuckers make Jay Cutler's chest look like an anorexic schoolgirl's. I don't give Rod any breaks. We go from one exercize to the next. I think you'll agree, Alex, my method does build results. Feel that muscle."
Alex reached over and grasped Rod's right pec as John Thomas continued to fondle Rod's left pec.
"Really knead that muscle, Alex," John Thomas advised, as Rod flexed and unflexed his pecs as John Thomas bid. "Flex harder, baby. Now, Alex, my goal is to turn these pecs into freaky monster pecs. Build them up off his frame; give him freakish tits. That's my goal."
"That's some really impressive muscle growth, John Thomas. Will you give us a demonstration of your training techniques, live, here on stage?"
"Sure thing, Alex," John Thomas said, as the studio audience cheered. He let go of Rod's pecs and walked over to the side of the stage, where a set of barbells were. He picked them up and carried them back over to center stage, where he handed them to Rod. Grasping Rod's shoulders, he pushed the younger man down to his knees and then stood behind him as Rod began doing dumbbell shoulder presses. He spotted Rod for a while, as the cameras zoomed and panned over Rod's thickly-muscled, nude frame. One camera focused in on Rod's flexing pecs, as the hunky young man lifted the barbells. Another zoomed in from the side, showing the side view of Rod's lats, abs, and obliques. Rod had good form, and was already working up quite a sweat under the hot studio lights.
A third camera had taken position in front of and below Rod. The floorcam captured the view from the floor of the stage, getting a nice perspective shot of Rod working out on his knees, his big cock and balls displayed prominently on the camera. Behind him, John Thomas would occasionally offer advice on Rod's form, telling him to arch his back a bit further, straighten his arms a bit more, or lift the barbells a bit higher on each rep.
"That's it, baby. Fuckin' lift that weight... a bit higher. There you go. Watch those arms. " He put his hands on Rod's shoulders as the younger man continued to lift the barbells. Then he slid both hands down to Rod's meaty pecs and started massaging them as Rod worked out. "Let's build those fuckers up," John Thomas hissed through his teeth as he mauled Rod's chest with both hands, kneading the flesh and pinching and twisting Rod's nipples viscously.
Rod was moaning now, possibly from the exertion of lifting all that weight, or from all the pec play. It was hard to tell... until the cameras zoomed in on Rod's cock, which was slowly getting hard. Despite himself, Rod was enjoying the pec massage, as his growing bone attested.
"And Alex, we see here Rod is now sporting an erection," Scott said. "According to our fact files, Rod's erection measures 8 inches long and is four and a half inches in circumference."
"He'll be bigger than that in a little while," John Thomas said, looking up from his work for a moment. "I slipped him some Viagra and a couple Extenze a half hour before the show. He'll be fuckin' boned up for hours."
Rod looked embarrassed at this point, his face turning bright red as his big cock betrayed him, standing at attention, a pillar of rock-hard granite that just kept getting bigger. The purplish head was now the size of a plum, his rigid, beefy cock sticking out at a 45 degree angle as Rod continued to do reps.
"Alex, how big now do you reckon Rod's erection is?"
"It's a bit hard to estimate, Scott. Let's ask a member of the studio audience to help us out!"
The audience cheered as Alex selected a member of the studio audience to come on stage. Some guy was brought up on stage, as Scott asked him his name.
"Mike Jones," the guy replied. He was a nice-looking guy, but he was obviously no muscle-hunk: just your average joe.
"Mike, I'm going to hand you a tape measure," Alex said, pulling one out of his pocket. "You're going to have to get 'up close and personal' with Rod over there. Is that a problem?"
"Absolutely not, Alex. Give me the tape!"
The studio audience roared at Mike's answer, as Alex handed him the measuring tape. Mike then walked over to Rod, who was still on his knees doing the lifts. Mike knelt down beside Rod and placed the measuring tape up against Rod's big prick. He awkwardly tried to measure Rod's boner without actually touching it.
"Mike, go ahead and grab Rod's penis so you can measure it accurately," Alex advised. "That's it. Pull it forward so you can get an accurate measurement. Measure the top side first."
Rod looked uncomfortable having a stranger's hands all over his cock, but, to his credit, continued his work-out, as another man fondled his cock. Up and down he lifted the free weights, as his trainer continued to maul his chest, kneading his chest muscles, squeezing and stroking his pecs. Rod's pecs were pink now from all the attention they were getting.
"I've got... eight inches, Alex," Mike announced.
"Okay. Now measure the underside, Mike."
Mike dutifully measured the underside and came up with nine inches.
"Now get the circumference, Mike."
Mike ran the measuring tape around Rod's thick cock. The camera zoomed in to capture the numbers on tape. It was almost five inches around.
"Now those are pretty impressive numbers, Alex," Scott said.
"Very impressive indeed, Scott," Alex agreed. "But as I'm sure you're aware, most men's penises get even bigger right before they ejaculate. We'd be doing Rod a disservice if we didn't get his full measurements. Mike, would you do the honors?"
Mike nodded, and began stroking Rod's big prick. He ran his hands over the handsome bodybuilder's rock-hard cock, the giant boner arching out proudly from Rod's lowermost belly. The cameras zoomed in to capture the spectacle, Rod's prick now dripping with pre-cum.
Mike paused to get new measurements, reporting a slight growth in the length of Rod's shaft: "9 and a quarter from underneath, Alex!"
"Don't stop now, Mike," Alex said.
Mike returned to masturbating Rod, really jacking on his cock now, going to town. A camera zoomed in on Rod's face, capturing the horny expression on his face, while another camera captured the pec play.
"And it doesn't look like Rod will be able to hold out much longer, Alex," Scott said.
Indeed, Rod was moaning loudly now, his groans coming in rapid succession.
Mike paused once more to get fresh measurements. "9.5 in length, 5.1 around," he said.
"Finish him, Mike!" Alex said. He needn't have bothered; Mike was already pounding on Rod's cock, fisting the shaft rapidly and roughly, jacking the big prick as fast as he could.
Rod was practically yelling now, pre-cum drooling from his cockhead. John Thomas was twisting his nipples savagely, clawing at his beefy pecs.
As Mike increased the pace of the jack-off session even further, Rod couldn't hold out any longer. He screamed "FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!" as his cock exploded. The first volley of cum went straight up into the air; the second exploded all over his muscular, sculpted-from-rock chest. Cum dribbled everywhere, coating Mike's hands and dripping onto the floor. The cameras captured it all.
From behind Rod, John Thomas began massaging the cum over Rod's muscular pecs, scooping up the cum that had landed on Rod's chest and abs, and working it into the muscles.
"We'll be right back after these messages," Alex said.
To be continued...