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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 20
"And we're back," Alex the hunky, hot host of the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge said with a sexy smile as the program returned from what seemed like a months-long commercial break. "Here on Muscle Hunk Network, the ONLY network where you can see healthy, muscular men strut their stuff on national television."
"That's right, Alex," Scott, the equally hot co-host interjected. "Now, if you've been tuning in to tonight's episode, you're aware that our three remaining contestants, Jack, Rod, and Dick, have been competing in our 'Truth or Dare' round. Jack Offerman is currently in the lead with 15 points..."
The camera switched to a shot of Jack, whose incredible, muscle-bound body was on full display for the studio audience and the audience at home. His tanned, sculpted body was obviously in peak physical condition as he struck a cocky 'Most Muscular' for the camera. His massive quads, giant biceps, and thick, striated pecs made my mouth water and my cock rock-hard.
"...Dick Hardman has nine points," Scott continued.
The view changed to Dick, who, like Jack, stood nude on the stage, his vascular, huge frame filling every inch of the TV screen. He pulled a Frank Zane-style 'victory' pose that only accentuated his massive forearms, wide lats, and corded, muscular neck.
"...and Rod Dixon, unfortunately, still has zero points."
The camera switched to an obviously embarrassed Rod, who didn't even look up from the podium. Although Rod was muscular and handsome, he'd been knocked down a few pegs during the competition so far, and it showed. Rod, who had prided himself on being a firm Christian, had caved to the pressures of the competition, and had begun doing just about anything to earn points, so far to no avail.
"Now, with one round left, it's still anyone's game," Scott said. As our regular viewers know, in Round Three, point values are tripled, and all questions are 'Dares'. Let's begin Round Three, shall we?"
The studio audience cheered wildly as the new round began.
"Whoever buzzes in first gets the chance to steal," Alex reminded viewers before looking back down at the index card in his hand. "For 27 points... The card says... 'Show the hosts a good time,'" he read from the card.
As the studio audience erupted in laughter, Alex and Scott looked at each other with shit-eating grins.
"Hey, I just read what the card says," Alex reminded the viewers with a shrug.
I wondered who would buzz in. Dick? Jack? Surely not Rod? But as the clock began ticking, it was Rod, to my surprise, who suddenly buzzed in.
"...I'll do it," he said, with an air of resignation. His face was beet red. It was very clear that he was doing this because he had little choice. After two rounds of Truth or Dare, he still had no points.
"Alright, Rod, come on up here and we'll get started," Alex said, adding, "Come on, don't be shy," when Rod hesitated. "Scott's not going to bite... I don't THINK."
The studio audience laughed.
Rod approached the central podium on the dias and was directed around the stage left side, where Scott stood. The naked muscle-hunk paused again as he reached the fully-clothed co-host of the program.
"Go on, Rod," Alex urged. "You know what you have to do. 27 points on the line."
Rod slowly knelt down as Scott casually loosened his tie, his big dick obviously already hard in his black dress slacks, judging from the big bulge in the crotch of his pants.
"C'mere, boy," Scott semi-whispered. "Show Daddy a good time."
The utterly humiliated Rod scooted a little closer to Scott as the blond co-host removed his blazer.
"Now open up his fly, Rod," Alex urged.
Slowly, Rod reached up and unbuckled Scott's belt, unbuttoned his slacks, then pulled down the zipper. Scott pulled his dress shirt up and out of his pants, then tugged the bottom of his shirt open, as buttons flew everywhere.
Scott's pants, now unfastened, had fallen around his knees. He had well-developed quads, but it was hard to see much else. He was wearing gray jockey shorts, the bulge of his big boner lewdly sticking out four or five inches, tenting his jockeys.
Scott put his hand around the back of Rod's neck and pulled Rod closer to his crotch. "Kiss it, Rod," Scott urged. "Show me a good time, buddy."
Rod leaned forward and slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, kissed the head of Scott's cock through the gray material.
"That's not a real kiss," Scott said. "Give me a French kiss, buddy," he urged.
Slowly, Rod obliged, as cameras zoomed in from all sides to catch the action. He opened his mouth and began covering Scott's still-clothed cock in wet kisses, starting at the tip and working his way down the front of the Scott's cockshaft.
"That's it, baby," Scott cooed. "Keep going, buddy."
Rod tongued Scott's cock through the material, gradually soaking the jockey shorts in saliva. The cameras kept rolling.
As Rod continued his fellating of Scott's still-covered prick, Scott loosened his tie further, then pulled the collar of his shirt up and then slowly pulled his shirt all the way off, leaving his tie around his neck. He had a well-muscled, darkly tanned chest and strong, muscular arms. The tie only accentuated his muscular, sculpted torso.
"'Kay, buddy," Scott whispered. "Time to get down to business. Pull out my trouser-snake."
Rod struggled to pull Scott's big cock out of the fly of his jockey shorts. It took a few long moments to pull the big beef-stick out of such a small opening, but once free, it was clear just how big Scott's mighty prick really was. It was around nine inches long, a couple of inches thick, with a vascular, vein-covered shaft and a large mushroom head.
"Kiss it," Scott ordered.
Rod slowly began kissing and licking Scott's big prick, as Scott wrapped his fingers in Rod's hair. Rod slowly licked up and down Scott's cockshaft, as pre-cum began leaking out of the purple head.
"Lick my fuckin' balls, buddy," Scott urged.
Rod worked to pull Scott's hefty nuts out of the jockey shorts, a prospect made more difficult as Scott continued to push his cock onto Rod's mouth.
As Rod finally worked both balls out of Scott's shorts, Scott pushed Rod's head down, forcing the young bodybuilder's lips onto his jewels. "Put 'em in your mouth," Scott demanded.
Rod worked first one ball, then the other into his mouth, as he went to town on Scott's marbles, then slowly worked his way back up Scott's love-stick.
"Mmmmm... that's it, buddy. Earn those 27 points. Fuckin'-A. That feels so fuckin' good..."
"We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors," Alex said.
To be continued...