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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...