Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2012 16:57:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex O'donnell <alexodonnell99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, part 14

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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 14



After the commercial break, Alex and Scott appeared on the screen at center
stage.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen," Alex said. "Now before the commercial
break, we saw Rod and Jack get personal training from their new personal
trainers, John Thomas and Willy."

"That's right, Alex," Scott said. "And the 'personal trainers' did indeed
get personal. Coming up next, we'll show you what happened when Dick
Hardman meets his new personal trainer."

"This next segment gets a little racy," Alex noted. "We want to warn
viewers at home that viewer discretion is advised."


They were warning the audience NOW that viewer discretion is advised?! Now?
After most of the guys had already masturbated on-screen? After John Thomas
had masturbated Rod to climax, spewing cum all over the place? And after
that dude Willy had fellated Jack on national TV?! This show was
insane. But like a train wreck, I couldn't peel my eyes off the screen.


The camera cut back to the gym, where Dick was working out on the gym
equipment. The hunky bodybuilder was only wearing a tight pair of white gym
shorts and nothing else. His muscles bulged with power as he flexed
them. He was doing standing military presses, lifting a heavy barbell from
his chest over his head and back down again.

A voiceover from Dick explained that he loves Standing Military Presses
because they work the shoulder muscles more than any other exercise. He
stated that only true bodybuilders use the technique. "I usually do my reps
with 300 pounds on the bar," he said. The sight of Dick lifting so much --
while wearing so little -- had me hard as a rock in my shorts.

Dick's face contorted with the strain of lifting the heavy barbell. Sweat
glistened on his face and trickled down his muscular, carved-from-rock
chest. His monolithic arms and sculpted abs completed the package. The
television cameras zoomed in, capturing this man's magnificent upper torso
from every angle: a tight shot of his bulging, sweat-covered pecs; a pan
across his massive, muscle-covered back; a black and white shot from the
side, showing the amazing musculature along his ribs, obliques, and abs; a
slow zoom to his freaky, shredded arms, his amazing biceps flexing as he
pumped them harder and harder; a close-up shot of his corded, muscular
neck, as he strained to lift the barbell again.

A voiceover from Dick explained that he felt his muscles had recently
platteaued, and that his gains now were small. He said he struggled to put
on new muscle, no matter how hard he trained. "I'm looking forward to
getting my new personal trainer. The producers of the show promised me that
he'll push me to my ultimate limits. I'm really looking forward to it."

The camera switched to a wide shot, as Dick lifted the barbell victoriously
above his head for the final rep. The awesome scene was captured from every
angle as the cameras switched around from side of this magnificent specimen
of manhood.


Dick lowered the barbell to his chest, then down to his waist, and then
dropped the barbell to the floor, where it landed with a clang. As Dick
grabbed a towel and began towelling off his sweaty body, his new personal
trainer came in to the gym.

Fuck me! I almost blew my load as the hunky muscle-god personal trainer
strode into the gym. The guy looked like some Marine drill sergeant, with a
flat-top hair cut and camoflage... um... "clothes". The clothes consisted
of tight cut-off shorts and a cut-up string tank top. The string tank top
was mostly string: you could see the guy's muscular chest all the way down
to his navel. The back of the shirt was nearly all cut off; just a thin 'Y'
of cloth remained. The camoflage shorts were cut so short that you could
see a great deal of his tight, muscular ass in the back. They clung so
tight to him that the bulge in the front of his shorts looked massive.

The drill sergeant was the most muscular man I had ever seen. Picture Jay
Cutler, but more ripped. Picture Dorian Yates in his '90s prime, but with
better symmetry and no gut. Picture Paul DeMayo, but with thicker
pecs. This guy looked like he was sculpted from fucking stone!

The drill sergeant walked up to Dick and started screaming in his face. "I
AM YOUR NEW TRAINER, MAGGOT! DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY! NOW!"

Dick was obviously taken aback by the situation, but after a moment's
pause, he dropped to the floor and started pumping out push-ups.

"FASTER, MAGGOT! I DON'T HAVE ALL FUCKIN' DAY!" The man above him
bellowed. Dick increased the pace of his push-ups. Above him, the military
guys screamed out, "I AM YOUR NEW TRAINER. YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS DRILL
sergeant. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, MAGGOT!?"

"Yes Drill sergeant, Sir!" Dick said as he pumped out push-ups.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"YES DRILL sergeant, SIR!" Dick screamed, as he stood up, the twenty
push-ups completed.

"WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD STAND, MAGGOT?!" the sergeant demanded. "DROP AND
GIVE ME ANOTHER TWENTY, ASSHOLE! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME AND YOU WILL OBEY!"

Dick dropped to the ground and began pumping out another twenty push-ups,
as the sergeant ordered him to count.

"ONE, DRILL sergeant! TWO, DRILL sergeant! THREE DRILL sergeant!"

When Dick got to twenty, he yelled, "PERMISSION TO RISE, DRILL sergeant!"

"PERMISSION DENIED, YOU MAGGOT WHORE! YOU'RE NOT GETTING OFF THAT EASY! NOW
GIVE ME ANOTHER TWENTY!" The drill sergeant bent down and pushed Dick's
head down toward the ground, getting him started. "WELCOME TO HELL,
MAGGOT!"

Every time Dick finished twenty reps, the drill sergeant would make him do
another twenty, all the while shouting abuse at him at the top of his
lungs. After a grueling number of reps, the drill sergeant finally let Dick
stand.

"TAKE OFF THOSE FRUITY SHORTS, MAGGOT!" the sergeant screamed in Dick's
face. Dick quickly pulled down his work-out shorts; he was wearing nothing
underneath, and his big prick drew my eye. Even soft, Dick had a mighty
cock that was simply enormous. The drill sergeant ripped off his own shirt
(what little there was) and then strode up to where his face was nearly
pressed up against Dick's.

"YOU FAGGOT WHORE! YOU THINK YOU GOT MUSCLE?! YOU THINK YOU WORK OUT?! YOU
AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET, YOU PANSY-ASS CUNT! FROM NOW ON, YOU WORK OUT 'TILL
YOU DROP! I'M GONNA PUSH YOUR PANSY ASS IF IT KILLS YOU! NO REST, NO SLEEP,
NO BREAK 'TIL I SAY SO! DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR, ASSWIPE!?"

"YES, DRILL sergeant, SIR!" Dick yelled.

The drill sergeant had Dick drop to the floor and do 500 crunches, then
pushed him over to the pull-up bar and had him start doing
pull-ups. Sometime after 50 pull-ups, when Dick began slowing down, the
drill sergeant pulled off his own belt and started whipping the backs of
Dick's legs with the belt. That got Dick going again; re-energized, Dick
did another 15 pull-ups before he couldn't do any more.

Dick dropped off the bar, and the drill sergeant screamed in his face,
ordering him over to the leg press machine. Dick was forced to do dozens of
reps on the leg press, then the rowing machine, then the Smith
Machine. Dick never had a moment of rest; the drill seargent didn't relent,
even for a moment. When Dick's strength would flag, the drill sergeant
would pull out his belt and would start wailing on Dick. He'd usually
target the backs of Dick's legs, but he also strapped his bare backside and
buttocks.

The workout seemed to last for hours, and it probably did, but through the
magic of video editing, it only lasted a half-hour on screen. Dick's
muscular body was drenched in sweat; from the top of his bald head down to
his calves, he was slick with sweat. Gasping for breath, he looked
exhausted as he lay on the cold gym floor, panting. The drill sergeant
stood behind him, then unbuttoned the fly of his camo shorts. "You think
you're hot stuff, huh?" he growled, as he unzipped his shorts. "You think
you've got muscle. You haven't seen muscle yet." He pulled out his massive,
veiny cock, and massaged it with his fist. He dropped to his knees and bent
over the prostrate, exhausted muscle-hunk below him.

The drill sergeant pushed himself on top of Dick, forcing his big cock up
Dick's ass as Dick groaned. "Take it, fucker!" the sergeant said. "Take
this cock up your filthy faggot cunt!" The sergeant pushed himself up
further into Dick's ass, pushing his entire cock up into Dick.

Below him, Dick grimaced, but didn't protest the intrusion.

When the sergeant mounted Dick completely, his shaft buried to the hilt, he
ordered Dick to do fifty more push-ups; this time, he would have his own
weight and the sergeant's working against him.

Stoicly, Dick began the push-ups. "That's it, maggot," the sergeant
growled. "Don't stop."  His hand crept around Dick's front side, and
grasped Dick's prick, massaging it, and slowly stroking it to a mighty
nine-inch hard-on.

Dick continued the push-ups with the sergeant firmly mounted on his
backside as the sergeant slowly stoked him to a raging erection. Dick
pushed himself up and down, the motion of his arms forcing the sergeant's
cock further into, then partially back out of his ass, the rocking motion
of the push-ups fucking him, as the sergeant growled foul-mouthed
encouragement. "That's it, fucker. Work my cock into that faggot ass!"

Dick did ten push-ups, then fifteen, as the man rode his backside while
stroking Dick's veiny 9-inch prick. Dick struggled to continue the
push-ups, straining as he reached sixteen, then seventeen, as the sergeant
stroked him faster and faster. "Don't stop, boy. Don't fuckin' give out on
me now! Fuck!" Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. At twenty-one, Dick's thick cock
exploded, spurting out rope after rope of cum across Dick's muscular chest
and arms, and dripping all over the gym floor. On Dick's back, the drill
sergeant gave a mighty groan as he, too, lost control and ejaculated inside
Dick's ass.

Dick collapsed to the floor of the gym, smearing his belly with the cum
that had dripped on the floor, as the scene faded out.


"We'll be right back after these messages," Alex said with a sexy smile, as
the studio audience cheered.


To be continued...