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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 22
Over the next week, my mind continually wandered back to the TV show. My brain replayed the scene over and over as the hunky, muscular hosts of the program double-fucked competitor Rod Dixon from both ends, live on national television, millions of viewers tuning in to watch the raunchy spectacle.
I visited the show's online forums, which were obviously abuzz with anticipation for the upcoming season finale. Everyone seemed to wonder how the show's producers could possibly top last week's episode. It was generally agreed it would be almost impossible.
While everyone on the forums had his or her own favorite competitor, it was clear that Rod had become the break-out star of the show, and many forum users had linked to various online news articles about him, or his slow, reluctant transformation on the TV program.
Someone on the forums posted a video showing Rod's slow progression from an uptight Christian guy to a lewd, uninhibited cocksucker who would do just about anything to remain in the competition. It was hard to reconcile the two Rods.
Naturally, much of the forum talk was about who everyone was voting for. Some forum users were voting for Rod, while others pointed out that Rod had only recently become as daring as the other two competitors, Jack and Dick, and should therefore go home. They had a point: up until recently, Rod's efforts on the program had been lackluster: he had only reluctantly competed, and had resisted the raunchier aspects of the show for many weeks.
Despite this, my votes went for Rod. Last week's 'Truth or Dare' round had convinced me I wanted Rod to win the competition. I called the 800 number, texted my votes, and voted online. I wanted to see just how far this sexy, hunky guy would go for a half million dollars.
Later in the week, there was also some additional forum discussion of the incredibly hot 'Truth or Dare' round. One eagle-eyed forum user had posted close-up screen captures of several frames of video. Several of the screenshots indicated that, strangely, the cards that the hosts had used during the 'Truth or Dare' questions had actually been blank!
This revelation was quite a bombshell, and prompted several discussion threads on the topic. Many forum users didn't really didn't know quite what to think about it. All they knew was that this show was the steamiest, dirtiest, hottest show on TV. Some forum users even dismissed the evidence as "not important... can we just get back to talking about the show?"
For me, however, the revelation re-opened the ethical concerns I had about so-called "Reality TV" and American television culture in general. Ever since the days of the Quiz Show Scandals in the 1950s, the American television industry had struggled to keep itself honest, and the governmental officials who were charged with regulating the industry had historically often turned out to be in bed, figuratively at least, with the TV producers they were supposed to be regulating.
Despite several well-publicized scandals through the decades, ranging from FCC chairmen taking bribes, to "News" networks like Fox being able to legally lie to their viewers under the guise of "entertainment", the American television industry had somehow clearly become fucked up beyond repair or redemption.
Despite my ethical concerns, there was no way I could stop watching this show. I realized that as a viewer, I was a part of the problem. At the same time, I was a slave to my own baser urges.
Finally, the big night arrived. As always, I recorded the show on DVR so I could replay each hot scene later on.
"Welcome once again to The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, here on Muscle Hunk Network," dark-haired host Alex began, "as our competition comes down to the wire."
"That's right, Alex," Scott, the blond co-host, continued. "Tonight is our season finale, and on this stage this very evening we will determine who is the Ultimate Muscle Hunk."
The studio audience began cheering as the show's theme music began. Cameras panned around the vast auditorium, showing the massive turn-out for tonight's grand finale.
"Now last week, viewers got a chance to see a bit more of Scott and me as we participated in the 'Truth or Dare' round of the program," Alex said with a laugh.
'A bit more'?! That was an understatement. Both hosts had fucked Rod; Scott from the front and Alex from the rear, their big cockshafts on full display as they simultaneously drilled into the hunky competitor live in front of a studio audience and millions of viewers at home.
"Competitor Rod Dixon managed to dig himself out of a hole at the very end," Scott continued. "Pulling off an amazing 27 points at the end of the round. We spoke to Rod just after the competition about his victory, and here's what he had to say."
The scene switched to a pre-recorded segment with Rod backstage, sitting in a Hollywood-style canvas chair. To my amazement, he was naked, and (holy shit!) he still had Scott's now half-dried cum on his face! He looked incredibly embarrassed, his face a bright shade of red.
"Rod, you pulled off an amazing victory in the 'Truth or Dare' round tonight," Scott said, holding up a microphone, "How are you going to continue your winning streak next week?"
"Well... I guess I'm just going to keep trying as hard as I can to please the viewers," Rod mumbled, cum still dripping off his chin, "I know I owe the fact that I'm still in the competition to the viewers, and I... I just hope I can continue pleasing them."
"How far are you willing to go, Rod?" Scott asked.
"Well..." Rod hesitated. "I..."
"Would you take another load of my baby batter in your face, Rod? My cum looks so sexy on your lips. Lick your lips, Rod," Scott suggested.
Rod complied, licking the cum on his lips.
"There you have it folks," Scott said as he turned back to the camera.
The scene switched back to the live show, as the camera zoomed in to center stage as Alex and Scott stood at the podium.
"That's quite a competitor," Alex said, shaking his head. "And speaking of competitors, let's bring out our three remaining contestants. What do you say?"
The studio audience cheered its approval as the three contestants were brought out on stage: the hunky god Dick Hardman, the foul-mouthed bodybuilder Jack Offerman, and of course hunky Rod Dixon. The three men were naked as jay birds and boned up for the competition, their hard-ons wagging a bit as they approached three contestant rings at Stage Left.
"Before we begin the Elimination Round," Alex said, "the producers have put together a short clip of the last few weeks of competition. Let's watch."
A short clip was shown, highlighting the season, accompanied by an audio rendition of Louis Armstong's "Wonderful World", all in slow-motion, shown in sepia tones: a scene of Dick dropping his posing trunks on national TV for the first time, the first time Jack jacked off on stage, Rod flexing his sexy quads, Dick ejaculating all over his own chest, and the first time Rod fellated Jack.
"What a wonderful world, indeed," Alex said, shaking his head, nostalgia tinging his voice. "Our competitors have come so far."
"And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. After months of competition, one of you three will be eliminated."
Dramatic music played in the background, as the camera panned over the three contestants.
"Nearly a million viewers voted this week," Scott said. "Who will be eliminated?"
The camera switched to a split screen, the left side showing the three competitors, the right showing Scott and Alex at the podium. Scott handed Alex a gold envelope, which Alex slowly ripped open.
"Dick Hardman. Jack Offerman. Rod Dixon. The contestant with the lowest combination of viewer votes and contest points, and who is therefore going home, is..."
A drum roll began as the camera panned over the worried faces of Dick, Jack, and Rod. The studio audience yelled their choices as the dramatic music played on.
Alex slowly pulled the paper out of the envelope and read, "Dick Hardman! And that means Jack Offerman and Rod Dixon, the two of you will go head-to-head in our Endurance Round!"
The audience went wild as hunky muscleman Dick was led off stage by stagehands, while Jack and Rod followed two other stagehands to the rear of the stage, which, up to now, had been unlit.
The studio lights at the back of the stage came up, revealing what looked like an S&M dungeon. Two sets of chains dangled from the top of the studio, and Jack and Rod's hands were placed in manacles at the ends of the chains.
"The Endurance Round is the final test of our contestants' manhood," Scott explained. "In this round, our two finalists will compete with one another, going head-to-head to determine which one can endure the most punishment, with a half million dollars at stake."
"That's right, Scott," Alex said. "Now let's get these men lifted up so our Elimination Round can begin."
A pully system allowed the chains to be raised as Jack and Rod were slowly lifted off the studio floor, their feet now dangling six inches off the ground.
"Now," Alex said, "let the Endurance Round begin!"
To be continued...