Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2011 05:14:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex O'donnell <alexodonnell99@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, part 7

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. 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, JD, and Terry for the encouragement. Keep the
suggestions coming.


The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 7


I couldn't believe what I had been watching, but my eyes were still glued
to the screen. As the show stopped for a commercial break, a lot of
thoughts were going through my head. Mostly about how they could show what
were showing on TV. I realized that the standards for TV had loosened a lot
over the years, but I was still shocked by what they could show now.

I suppose it had started with Pro Wrestling. Initially, half-naked hunks
would get out on a wrestling ring and wrestle around, as fans in the
audience cheered for their favorites. They'd had those shows back in the
1950s and they ran, with little change, until the 1990s. But then they
started pushing the limits of what was acceptable on TV. By the mid-1990s,
wrestlers were on steroids, wearing ever-skimpier trunks, telling each
other they could "suck it", as fans screamed and cheered. They kept coming
up with lewd storylines, and several times, there were "wardrobe
malfunctions": briefs that accidentally fell down in the back, guys having
to kiss each other's asses in public, etc.

Then "reality TV" in the 2000s stepped it up a notch: contestants would get
a prize for acting outrageous and extending their 15 minutes of fame as
long as possible. I hadn't watched much TV in the last few years, but the
trend had obviously continued: here were Jack and Dick, two hunky and
completely nude men on national TV. Not that Rod and Peter were wearing
much more, actually, but still.

The commercials that were airing now were ads for "Girls Gone Wild", "Guys
Gone Wild", Viagra, Extenze, Enzyte, Prolatis. Then the show came back on.

"Welcome back to the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge!" Alex exclaimed. He
was standing between Dick (who was still buck naked) and Jack (who, sadly,
had a white towel wrapped around his midsection). "Now we wanted to ask
you, Jack, what was going through your mind during that wardrobe
malfunction moment earlier. What happened? The side of your trunks broke,
what was going on?"

"Well, yeah," Jack explained. "I was wearing this really tight thong, and,
shit, it wasn't really designed for competitive use. When I flexed my lower
obliques, the left side, it just... fuckin' busted. I couldn't really stop
during the middle of the competition, and the producers were waving me on,
so I thought, 'fuck it'. I just..."

"You just kept going," Alex finished. "The old mantra, 'the show must go
on, right?"

"Yeah."

Then Alex turned the microphone to Dick, the hot, shaven-headed musclehunk
to his right. "And Dick, you opted out of the thong altogether. What was
your reasoning?"

"Well, I didn't want to get distracted, I guess," Dick began. He was
slightly flexing his abs and pecs as he spoke, perhaps subconsciously. "But
actually, I really think athletic competition 'should' be in the
nude. That's the way men competed for thousands of years. It's really only
been in recent times that people have suited up in thick, heavy,
Victorian-era tank tops and shorts, restricting the body's movement and
causing the body to overheat. It's more natural this way."

My eyes wandered to Dick's big cock, which was on camera this whole
time. Unfortunately, at that moment, the camera switched to Scott, who was
standing between Rod and Peter. "These guys have no limits. Would you guys
ever drop your shorts and compete nude?" he asked them.

"As a Christian, Scott, I would never do that," Rod replied. "My religious
beliefs would prevent me from doing that type of thing. This thong is as
skimpy as I go."

Then Peter said, "I would have no problem with it, Scott. I'd do anything
to get that half million dollar prize. Anything at all. And, you know, I've
got nothing to hide." He grabbed himself lewdly as many in the audience
cheered. Hawt!

Then the camera switched back to Alex, who was still standing between Jack
and a nude Dick. Alex said, "Here on the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge,
competitors from previous seasons have gone on to become IFBB Olympian
bodybuilders, pro wrestlers, and male models. Earlier today, our four
competitors got a taste of what it's like to be a male model, when they
visited the Terry Braden Photo modeling studio."

"That's right, Alex," Scott said. "And we've got exclusive
behind-the-scenes footage of their visit to the studio. Let's watch."

The camera changed to a pre-recorded segment, with Rod, Jack, Dick, and
Peter in the back seats of a van. Rod was dressed in a white T-shirt and
blue jeans. Jack and Peter were wearing tank tops and denim shorts. Dick
was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue jeans.

"So, we're taking a van to a modeling studio, where we're going to have a
professional photo shoot done," Rod said. " We can use these shots in our
portfolio for future work, and our photos will be submitted to modelling
agencies."

"It's nothing new for me," Peter said. "I've been a model for five years
now. So I have an advantage. I already have an extensive portfolio."

The scene then cut to the men entering the studio. They met the
photographer, a Mr. Braden, and shook hands. Then they started the
photography. Jack's photo shoot was first. In a voiceover, the photographer
said he likes to capture "the essence of each man on film."

The scene changed to Jack in the studio, standing in front of a gray
backdrop, with studio lighting, umbrellas on stands, and other equipment
surrounding him. He was wearing a skimpy white posing suit, his muscles (as
always) bulging as Mr. Braden photographed him from every angle. In some of
the poses, he was asked to seem serious; in others, he was told to smile;
in some he was asked to flex, while in others he was not. Whatever the
pose, though, he looked incredibly sexy!

Most of the shots were still, but Braden also took some video footage: Jack
flexing his guns, Jack doing a double biceps, Jack from the rear side, etc.

Then the photographer said, "Right. We've got some good B-roll. Now let's
get those posing trunks off and get started on the main footage."

Jack was obviously caught off guard. "I, um... Shit, you want me to take
off my posers?"

"Of course," Braden said, as if it was the most natural thing to expect.

"Is that...? I mean, I wasn't expecting..." Jack sort of stammered.

"This is professional male modeling," Braden explained. "You won't go far
in this business without a few candid nude shots. It's just standard
practice." As if he felt that explanation was enough, Braden walked to the
side of the studio and started changing the lens on his camera.

In voiceover, Jack explained that he wasn't expecting to do any nude
photography, so he was surprised. But then, he said, "After a while
thinking about it, I decided, what the hell, I'll go for it."

Jack pulled down his white posers, exposing his hunky, nude body (and thick
cock) for the cameras. Braden took about a million photos, capturing Jack
from every angle: Jack flexing his giant arms, Jack in a relaxed pose
sitting on a stool, even Jack bent over from the rear, showing off his
ass. No pose was too intimate to be captured: Jack was asked to fondle
himself while flexing, and later he was told to stoke himself to an
erection. The cameras captured it all.

It was an incredible sight.

Jack really got into the scene, grabbing his stiff cock lewdly and pointing
it at the camera, or posing to the side as he pulled his big, 10-inch cock
out at an angle. He stoked his dick slowly for the cameras, pre-cum
drooling down his huge shaft as he flexed his bulging biceps with his other
arm. I couldn't believe how sexy and raunchy this guy was! Sadly, the
session ended all too soon.

Up next was Rod. Like Jack's photo shoot, Rod's session began with him
flexing his sexy muscles in a skimpy posing suit, but it changed tone when
the photographer told him to drop his drawers: "Alright, now that we've got
the B-roll, let's get those trunks off."

Rod was obviously shocked. "Huh? You want me to get nude?"

In voiceover, Rod explained that, as a Christian, he felt it was
innapropriate to pose nude.

Braden explained again about how it was standard practice in the male
modeling business. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just for your
portfolio. Some agencies won't hire without one or two tasteful nudes."

"I couldn't do that, Mr. Braden," Rod protested. "I think it's morally
wrong. It's against my beliefs."

Braden said, "These will just be tasteful nudes, Rod. Nothing
inapropriate. We'll only take a few shots, and we'll be done before you
know it."

"I couldn't, sir. I'm not..."

Braden got impatient, his tone turning accusatory as he reminded Rod of all
he was doing for him: the free photoshoot, submission of Rod's photos to
major agencies, et cetera. His tone indicated he thought it was
preposterous that Rod would refuse to pose nude.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, put him in a towel and let's get this over with,"
Braden growled to his production assistants.

The towel was an acceptable compromise, Rod apparently decided, and after a
(sadly unrecorded) change of wardrobe into a white towel, Rod was
photographed from many angles in the skimpy white towel.

Then Braden said, "Let's lower that towel a bit. We can't see your lower
abs." A production assistant helped Rod lower his towel. He was still
decent, but the towel barely covered his crotch.

More photos: Rod flexing his biceps, the towel hanging off his hips; Rod in
the towel, sitting on a bed. Then Braden said, "Alright, Rod. Unwrap the
towel. You can drape it in front of your crotch if you still feel the need
to."

Rod reluctantly unwrapped the towel while holding it in front of his crotch
as the camera clicked. "Hold it lower, Rod. That's it. A little
lower. Lower still. That's better." I wondered how low he could convince
Rod to actually go. Rod's cock was barely covered by the towel now, and the
mirror behind the bed exposed Rod's hunky backside and ass for the cameras.

"Lower, Rod. A little lower. Come on, now; just a bit more." Rod's cock was
so close to being shown! I was hoping that Rod would eventually drop the
towel altogether, but he never did: at the end of the photoshoot, he
wrapped back up and left the studio area. Rod's session was erotic, but
ultimately disapointing.

Rod's photoshoot was followed by Peter's. Unlike Rod, Peter had no
compunction about posing nude, and so, after a short clothed segment, Peter
dropped his skimpy blue posers and the photographer captured Peter's hunky
nude muscles from every angle. Peter was a trained model, and seemed to
know every pose that captured his muscles in the best light. Every shot
seemed a work of art, his sculpted, muscular frame exuding
masculinity. Peter's circumsized cock was on full display during the shoot,
Peter completely immodest about having his dick on display.

Then Braden told Peter to get himself hard. Peter rose to the challenge,
stroking himself until his cock was hard, about 9 inches long, although it
was somewhat slender.

Braden had Peter rub himself lewdly as the cameras rolled. In some shots,
Peter was standing, his legs spread wide as he masturbated. In others, he
was lying on the bed, spread eagled. The cameras captured everything as he
wanked himself, a horny, gleeful expression on his handsome, smiling
face. Oh my god, it was hot!

Sadly, it was all over too soon (for me, at least), and Peter donned his
posers as he left the studio.

The final contestant, Dick, then appeared in the studio. Dick had been the
raunchiest of the four men during previous segments, and this segment was
no exception: he appeared in the doorway stark naked, his big, 12-inch cock
already hard as he said "Let's get the fuck started!"

Braden took shot after shot of this brazen, muscular man. No pose seemed
too risque for Dick: Dick in a Most Muscular pose, grabbing his big, meaty
cock in his fists, shaking it for the video camera. Dick beating himself
off for the still cameras. Dick bent over from behind, his muscular ass on
full display. Dick spreading his ass cheeks for the cameras.

Then, to my utter delight, they showed an incredible 5-minute-long segment
as Dick jacked himself off to orgasm, panting and grunting until he came,
the cum splattering all over his ripped abs and bulging chest as the
cameras rolled. Oh my god! There was a huge amount of cum everywhere, and
Dick started rubbing it into his chest and abs as he grinned sexily at the
camera.

The view of the camera changed back to the television studio, where Alex
and Scott stood in front of the four contestants. The audience was
cheering; that taped segment had whipped them into a frenzy. "We'll be
right back after a word from our sponsors," Scott said.


To be continued...