Scott's Naked Ordeal Chapter 16 Bodybuilder Challenge

 Scott's Naked Ordeal 16 - Bodybuilder Challenge

Ever since high school Scott had always kept his body in great shape

through working out regularly, sports eating right. His 6 foot 4 inch

muscular physique was most often the envy of all those around him.

Scott tended to be a bit on the shy side about it usually choosing

looser clothing but even in loose clothes, his muscles stood out.

Blonde, built, and handsome, Scott always attracted attention. The

view was just as good from behind as it was from the front. Scott's

big hard rounded butt was a sight to be seen in whatever he had on

and surely in recent months lots had seen it completely bare much to

Scott's horrifying embarrassment. Jutting out big and firm it pushed

even the loosest clothing out for all to admire. He'd often need to

buy a bigger waist size just to accommodate it and his large thick

muscular thighs. Not to mention his larger than average nutsack and

thick dick. Scott worked out hard and as usual, Scott was again off

to the gym.

We can't let them show us up guys! We need to get in on this!" Mark

said as he came through the locker room doors waving a flyer to Scott

and Joe.

"What are you talking about buddy?" Joe questioned as he pulled off

his shirt to reveal his well muscled chest. At 5'9 Joe could still

lift and pump up with the best of them. His amazing traps bulged out

on the sides of his neck. His V shaped back flared out wide down to

his small 30 inch waist. Joe was your typical handsome dark haired

Italian look and had the cocky attitude to go with it.

"Yea what gives Mark?" Scott asked as he too stripped off his shirt

and pulled his jeans off to reveal his baggy boxers to get ready for

their workout. "Something good?" He questioned.

"This!" Mark yelled pointing at the paper and waving it around in

front of him. "We're already in guys, I signed us up! You just owe

me the entry fee that I of course was nice enough to lay out for both

of you." He said with a satisfied with himself grin. "But the big

thing is, the prize money is HUGE and the winner will go on to the

state competitions for a chance at even more money!"

Scott perked up at that statement. Sally had been draining his bank

accounts and money was already getting tight with the extra apartment

expenses. There was no way he was going to move back into his

parent's house, but the money situation was starting to make that a

distinct possibility.

"You signed us up for WHAT?" Joe asked stressing the last word hard.

Joe looked up as he dropped his jeans to the floor to reveal his

usual tiny choice of underwear. Today's pair was not much more than

a pouch on a tiny waistband and in back half his rounded smooth butt

was hanging out. Both his friends just stared down at him.

"Jesus Joe! You gotta start wearing MEN'S underwear!" Scott joked at

him.

"Trust me big man, the babes go crazy over them. My dork gets plenty

of action!" Joe shot back as he grabbed his full pouch.

"Year right" Mark laughed. "The only reason they want you out of

them is so they can take em to wear themselves! He said with a big

laugh that got all three of them roaring. "But anyways." Mark

continued, "We've got 2 weeks to train hard and get buff. Besides

Scotty, you don't want to miss out on the big prize money and the

chance to show GQ he's not such a big stud after all!"

"GQ is in this? Well damn! I've got to win it!" Scott's bravado

surged as he remembered his humiliating defeat at the hands of his

old buddy GQ at the wrestling fundraiser. (See part 3 or email me if

you need it) "Oh Christ yea I'm in!" he yelled out even though

inside he was cringing thinking back on the event.

"All right, all right!" Joe said. "I'll do it too. Now lets get a

move on you two if we're going to be in the best shape ever. Are you

two just gonna work out in your underwear or what?" He asked as he

finished lacing up his sneakers and started for the locker room door.

The two weeks passed quickly and the trio had been in the gym almost

every day. Not that they really needed to, they were all muscular and

big already. Their bodies were all worthy of winning most any award,

plus it would be their handsome faces that would also attract the

judge's votes. They stood in a small crowd of contestants listening

to the official spout off the R and R's of the event. Scott was

feeling a little nervous but as he surveyed the competition, he felt

better. Mark was probably the only one so far that he felt he would

get some competition from. "Where is GQ?" Scott thought. As if to

answer his thoughts, a loud noise came from the back of the

auditorium.

"SLAM!" the crowd all turned their heads to see GQ throw the back

door open and was walking towards them. In shorts and a tank top his

tan skin and muscled body seemed even bigger to Scott than just a few

months ago. Scott just glared at him as he walked up to the group.

"Nice to see you too bud" GQ sneered at Scott, "Nice of you to dress

for us for a change!" He laughed out at his own joke. Scott fought

the urge to punch him as Joe grabbed his arm.

"Fuckin jerk off." Scott mumbled but was not able to respond with

anything and just turned back to listen to the official.

"You'll all be given a number and you will pose off in sequence."

The official stated. "Each contestant will be issued a standard

posing trunk so all contestants will be equal in coverage. Blah blah

blah blah... Your number will be pinned on the left part of the

waistband. It is not mandatory for a shaved body, but I will say the

judges are preferential to muscles that are clearly visible. Blah

blah blah blah....." Scott zoned out at this point of the rules. He

knew he didn't need to shave too much and was already wondering how

well built GQ would look once his hair was removed. He looked pretty

ripped and big to Scott so far. Scott snapped back to the attention

of the speaker as the official continued on with all the rules and

another one came around and handed out forms and pens for all those

present to fill out.

"After you've been assigned your number, take the top slip and print

your name number and waist measurement on it and turn it back in to

us." The official directed. "You'll all be kept in isolation from

each other before hand and only give 5 minutes to oil up and put your

suit on before you are called up for your initial posedown. This

will make sure again that there is no copying of routines or sizing

each other up before hand. We take our contest seriously and any

infraction on the rules will result in expulsion from the competition

and forfeit of your entry fee."

Scott looked down at his paperwork. Number 14. He was the last

contestant. "Save the best for last!" he thought. Scott was having

trouble with the pen and took longer than the rest to fill out the

form and soon the official was standing in front of him waiting

impatiently. "Sorry buddy, the pen was running out of ink." He

explained.

"I just need your slip filled out now buddy. Number 14, ok, your

waist measurement?" He questioned Scott.

"34." Scott replied quickly and off he went back up to the stagefront.

"This should be easy!" Joe said slapping mark and Scott on their

backs. "The way I see it, you two are a cinch to be at the top and

all the others are way behind. Besides two of the five judges are

women! So keep it smiling you two! I'm sure they'll be checking out

EVERY muscle on our bodies!" He said with a big smile.

Scott cringed at the statement. "They better not! It's supposed to

be a muscle contest. I'm sure they will be professional about it."

He said back.

"Well Hell Scott! With your big package flopping around I'm sure

they'll vote for you hands down!" Mark exclaimed with a laugh.

"Oh shut up!" Scott shot back and shoved Mark. "We best get a little

more pumped here if we are going to win this thing! Now lets get

moving!"

The trio pumped up a bit more and then walked back to the staging

area where all the contestants were getting ready. "Well good luck

you two, see you at the second part of the contest for the group pose

down!" Joe said as he shook his buddies hands and they were separated

into their individual curtained stalls.

Scot was feeling a little nervous now standing there in his sweats.

He was proud of his body, but now felt stupid about wanting to show

up GQ and of course wanting the prize money. "I'm not sure I can go

through with this." He thought just as he heard contestant number one

being called out for his pose down. Loud clapping resnoated as he

stood there nervous about being in front of this big crowd in just a

bathing suit. In what seemed like an hour, he finally heard clapping

again, then contestant number two being called out.

The curtain was then drawn back quickly surprising Scott. "OK number

14, Here are your trucks and oil. You've got about 15 minutes or so

before you go on." The shorter dark haired official said quickly as

he handed the items to Scott and then checked his watch. "Your

assistant will wait right out front here to help oil you up if you

need it." He said to Scott then quickly whisked back out of the stall

and drew the curtain.

Scott quickly pulled his shirt off and then kicked off his sneakers.

His bare feet were cold as they touched the concrete floor. He then

dropped his sweatpants and boxers at the same time and stood there

naked. "Jeez! These look awful small as he held up the white posing

strap and yanked the tag off the waistband. The tugging action

caused his heavy cock and nutsack to swing as he leaned against the

wall and slipped his feet through the leg holes. Scott hadn't gotten

them up past his knees when the curtain quickly opened again and his

designated assistant appeared.

The young guy looked pretty build in his t shirt and with a smile,

Scott saw him give him the once over. "If I didn't know better, I

think he's staring at my cock!" Scott thought as he yanked the trunks

up but feeling their tightness on his thighs as he struggled to get

them farther onto his body.

"Damn man! You're gonna win for sure!" He exclaimed. "I'm Alex

here, and we need to get you ready. We only have a few more minutes"

Alex continued as he pulled the curtain closed behind him.

"Well I think we may have a problem here." Scott replied as he was

frantically trying to yank the trunks over his overmuscled thighs. He

tried to keep one hand over his cock to try to hide it from this

stranger's view, but he needed both of them to try to pull the suit

up and cover himself.

"They issued me a pair that's too small for me!" Scott cried out in a

panic. "Get me a larger size ok?" He turned his back to the man and

inadvertently gave him a view of his hot round butt. The view was

not lost on the man and he stared down at it in awe.

"There's no time dude!" He said just as they both heard contestant

number 9 being called. "Let me help you" He said and he reached out

for the suit stuck halfway up Scott's thighs.

"Hey, I can do it man!" Scott shot back as he felt the guys hands on

his legs batting them away a little as he continued to try to tug

them up his body. His dick swinging back and forth embarrassed him a

bit, it's thick length smacking on his thighs as he struggled.

"Let me oil you a little, maybe they'll slide up easier." Alex

suggested and squirted some on Scott's back before he could protest.

It dripped down to his round butt and Scott shivered.

"Yow! Wait a minute!" Scott yelped, but he felt another squirt on

the back of his thighs and then the fabric moved. "OK, OK that seems

to work. Give me some in my hand." Scott said and held his open palm

behind him. He was already getting a little flushed at being naked

in front of this guy. Alex squirted more oil into Scott's hand and

them squirted more on his back and butt then massaged it in with his

hands. Scott ignored his touches and wiggling back and forth, he

finally stretched the material up and over himself. The material

making some audible sounds but Scott knew he had to get covered. His

cock and balls felt squashed but he was in them. Before he turned

around Scott spread his oily hand on his hard pecs making them glow.

"Wow!" Alex sighed looking Scott up and down. His face beaming with

muscle appreciation. "Ok, Lets get you oiled up big man!" and he

squirted more oil and the two of them finished shining up his

muscles.

Scott looked down at himself in amazement. The trunks were amazingly

tight and looked incredibly tiny on him. The waistband was a mere

half inch or less on his hips. "Fuck my crotch is bulging way too

much! You can see everything!" He exclaimed. "My fucking ass is

half on display, I can't go out there like this. Scott blushed red

as Alex kept rubbing his muscles.

"You look fine man! Everyone is wearing these suits and they're

meant to show things off. You'll be fine!" Alex said

reassuringly. "Just tuck yourself down dude, not up to the side.

That's the regulation."

"What?" Scott questioned him, then realized what he was saying. He

looked down and saw that the tube of his dick was very apparent

stretched up to his hip under the thin part of the suit. The head

making a big bulge. "Oh Ok" He said as the blush appeared on his

face. He struggled to pull the trunks away from his body, but wasn't

able to get them far enough to push his cock down so he eased them

back down and exposed his goods. Stretched out once again to the

maximum, the fabric let out it's own groans at the effort. Alex

peeked around Scott's turned body to check how it was looking, and

Scott blushed and turned farther away from him. "Nice trim job down

there man, you really know your body building stuff!

"Hey man, I can do it!" He yelled as he heard them call contestant

11. He blushed even harder now. Scott had trimmed his pubes down to

almost nothing so he'd appear nice and smooth. He had left just a

small inch by inch square of bush about his cock. He knew you

couldn't have any hair sticking out of your posing suit. He just

hadn't expected anyone to see him naked! Scott finally got his cock

and balls in the right position and hauled the trunks back up. Now

his crotch bulge was just obscene, but Alex said it was normal.

"It looks fine man, now lets finish oiling you up. Oh Oops! You have

a bit of your nutsack still hanging out." Alex said and pointed

towards Scott's trunks.

Scott looked down, then felt on the sides of the tight posing suit

and felt skin, so he shoved it back into the suit. There just wasn't

enough room in the pouch to contain Scott's huge nuts and thick

cock. All this movement in the front of course caused it to ride up

a bit on his round butt and the material started crawling into his

crack. "Shit, this is never going to work Alex! Scott cried as he

yanked the material back out and pulled it over as much of his butt

as he could. All that extra movement ended up causing it to dip down

in front, almost exposing his bush.

"I don't know man, you sure?" Scott asked hesitantly as they called

contestant 12 in the background.

"Damn sure man!" Alex exclaimed. "You're going to knock em dead! Now

lemme finish oiling you, there's only a few minutes left." He said as

he busied himself with both hands on Scott's back and shoulders, then

bent down to do the backs of his huge thighs and calves.

If Scott could have seen himself in a mirror, he would have bolted.

His muscled body was surely hot, but the tiny pouch accentuated every

single vein, bulge and curve of his butt, balls and cock. His crotch

pushed out in front of him obscenely the outline of his dick and each

huge nuts plain as day in the oily pouch.

"Hey man, I can do the rest! Scott said quickly as he felt Alex's

hands starting to get close to his groin. Alex didn't stop

immediately and kept moving up his fingertips brushing against

Scott's mashed ballsack and cock head. "I said I can do it!" Scott

yelled out causing Alex to just look up at him in disappointment. He

felt truly overwhelmed by the big muscleman in front of him. Scott

had the body that he wanted to work on getting for himself.

"Sorry buddy I just got carried away. I'll finish your chest while

you do the rest down there." Alex replied as he stood up and started

doing Scott's shoulders and pecs.

"Contestant 14!" the voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

"That's you big guy, go knock em dead!" Alex yelled as Scott started

out of the stall and Alex slapped him on the ass. His rock hard ass

didn't wiggle one bit especially compressed into the tight

trunks. "Oh and your number!" He yelled and ran after Scott and

hurriedly tried to pin the number on the small waistband. It took

him several tries of sticking the needle through the material before

he got it to stay.

"Ok Scott, you can do this! You can do this!" Scott told himself as

he walked barefoot to the curtains. He walked up the few steps to

the runway and then felt one of his nuts bulge out the side of his

trunks and rub on his thigh. "Oh shit!" he said as he quickly

reached down to shove it back into the material. All the oil in his

pouch was making everything pretty squishy down there and he thought

it would have probably felt good if he had not been so nervous.

Scott strode out onto the runway and walked past the crowd on his way

to the stage. He puffed his chest up hard and made sure to tighten

every muscle in his body and legs as he walked to the middle of the

stage under the bright lights. Cheering, clapping and a few gasps of

amazement broke out all around him as he stopped and waited for his

cue. Scott looked fantastic for sure impressing several judges

immediately with his musculature.

"Number 14" the announcer's voice boomed and the music started for

him.

"Don't be nervous buddy, you can do this!" Scott again told himself

as he went into his poses and flexes. Biceps, traps, lats, and

quads. All his muscles popping out as he flexed. Each new pose

getting more and more cheers from the crowd. They had chosen their

favorite in this competition for sure and Scott felt the adrenaline

pumping through his veins as he continued to pose. He had been

saving his best shot for now and he spun around and flexed his legs

wide and stretched his arms up to flare his back. The crowd went

wild. His butt was a sight to be seen. Big round firm and half

hanging out of the tiny suit. He flexed it, then flexed each cheek

individually making it bounce and the cheering continued. Though as

he did this, the material crept ever so slightly more and more into

his deep crack. This new development did not go unnoticed by the

crowd and even more cheers and applause for his awesome butt

resonated in the auditorium.

The sweat was now rolling off his body dripping onto the already oil

slick stage and he had to be careful with his steps so he wouldn't

slip. "Oh shit!" Scott thought as he felt the material wedged in his

crack and he spun around and quickly reached back to pull it out to

cover his butt. Scott pretended to pose and show off his triceps as

he put his hands behind his back and discreetly yanked the material

down. Unfortunately it had the same effect as before and the front of

his trunks just dragged down more and the crowd was treated to just

the beginnings of his trimmed pubes.

What was garnering the most attention was his well packed crotch.

Not only was it bulging and completely on display in the trunks, the

crowd was noticing a bit of skin squeezing out from the sides.

Scott's big ballsack was not to be contained during all the intense

posing and leg spreading he was doing.

"They're really loving this!" Scott thought to himself as he struck

some more poses. He was loving the applause and attention so much

that he didn't even realize anything might be showing in front. "Let

me really try to wow them now!" he thought as he knew his quads were

bigger than most in the competition. He squatted down on one bent

knee and through out his other leg to the side and flexed it hard,

the hamstring, quads and calf muscles bulged obscenely as he pointed

his toe out. A bit more of his ballsack popped out the side of his

trunks as his leg pulled the material farther away from his crotch.

The sweat was dripping down his body now as he continued to pose.

Combined with the oil, his sweaty muscled body was shining in the

bright lights.

Scott was euphoric with the crowds applause and cheers. "I've got

this sewn up now! I can't lose! Listen to them, they love me!" He

was already thinking as he went on posing. His show by far was the

longest of any of the contestants and he was sure he was the most

popular. Unfortunately for Scott, he was so caught up in his thoughts

that he failed to feel that anything might be wrong with his trunks.

He was stretching his arms up to the sky, legs spread flexing his

thighs and tightening his abs when he felt his pinned number brush

his thigh. He kept his head up thinking he had just lost his number,

then the sensation of freedom in his crotch shot a feeling of horror

up his spin and into his brain freezing him on the spot.

The crowd had been busy cheering at the big blonde muscle hunk as he

went through his poses when he struck that last pose. Unbeknownst to

all of them including Scott, his ripping off the tag of the trunks

and his assistants persistent pinning of the number had weakened the

already stretched to the limit material. Before the crowd even had

time to gasp they saw the tiny posing strap waistband split apart at

Scott's hip and like a rubber band it sprang to life, the useless

material springing to the other hip, then peeling down like a banana

in back and front.

And a banana was a good term. Scott's thick dangling cock and his

low hanging ballsack exploded into view swinging between his spread

flexed thighs. Finally glad to be let out of their tight prison. The

audience was in total silence as they sat in awe.

"Oh my God....." Scott mumbled praying beyond hope that what he

thought had happened didn't happen. "It must be some kind of dream."

His mind started to panic. But the reality of his situation

overwhelmed him as he shifted a little in his pose and he felt his

nutsack swing.

"Oh Fuck!" Scott screamed out and immediately threw his hands down to

cover himself. He attempted to tug his trunks back over himself but

knew it was futile and just left the scrap of material flapping on

his thigh. Applause and cheers erupted as he stood there frozen to

the spot as he felt the blush rush over his face and chest. "Shit, I

have to get outta here!" Scott finally came to his senses and broke

into a run to get to the runway leading backstage.

He got a few steps towards the runway but his feet slipped on the

oily stage and down he went. Hands flailing, his feet whipped out

from under him. Balls and dick swinging he crashed to the stage

floor. "Oh my God, not again!" Scott cried out as he quickly rolled

over onto his stomach to hide himself from the thousands of eyes

though he just treated them to a view of his beautiful butt. The

cheering and clapping was deafening as was the laughter at Scott's

naked expense.

"Help me!" He cried out in a panic as he lay there, not wanting to

get up and expose himself again but he knew he had to get off this

stage. "But how?" he thought. No one had made a move to help him,

they were all just feasting their eyes on his naked body. Scott

blushed even redder now as he slowly slid along the oil slick floor

on his belly to get to the entrance to the runway and safety.

Unfortunately as usual Scott's dick didn't know any better and the

friction of rubbing on the stage combined with the oil sent an

alarming feeling to Scott's brain. "No, not now!" he panicked as he

felt the blood starting to rush to his oversensitive cock. Trapped

underneath him, he was comforted that the audience couldn't see it

but not all that comforted. He still had to get past the crowd and

to the runway and no one was moving to help him.

"NO!" he felt the blood surge into his cock as it rubbed on the

stage. This only made Scott rush to slither on the floor

faster. "Joe, Mark! Help me!" He cried as he worked his way to the

runway. Scott could see the crowd moving closer to him as they

watched his naked crawl.

"Well its not or never, I've got to make a run for it and he quickly

got to his knees careful to keep his hands in front of him and he

took off running toward the runway. His big package was beyond

containment, so he settled on just covering his cock while his big

nuts swung between his muscular thighs as he ran.

Scott sighed in relief as he reached the runway and kept on running.

The crowd was on pressed right up against it and hands were reaching

out all over but he continued on. "I can't believe this!" he groaned

as he ran. His throbbing cock was now responding to his hands and he

felt the cock juice starting to drip out of it causing him further

embarrassment. Scott was so intent at reaching the end of the runway

he misstepped and his body slammed into the side railing. With a

loud snap the railing gave way and Scott found himself catapulting

off the runway and towards the raging, waving cheering crowd.

"Ahhhhh!" Scott screamed as he fell, throwing his hands out

instinctively to break his fall, his rock hard dripping cock exposed

for everyone as he fell. Like a shark fin jutting up from his body,

it was if he was moving in slow motion until he landed right on top

of the packed in crowd. "Shit! Help me, help me!" Scott yelled as

dozens of hands now attacked his body keeping him floating above the

crowd. Every inch of his body was being touched as he thrashed to

and fro attempting to get to the floor, but they carried him around

and groped him. A few hands found their way to his cock, and a few

more to his balls and he groaned in pleasure as the sensations rocked

his body. He tried to pull his arms down to loosen their grip, but

dozens more arms were groping and holding his arms and legs spread as

he was held immobilized above them.

Screams and cheers filled his ears as more hands groped and felt his

butt and chest. They were rubbing him all over as he shouted for help

again and again. "Uuuuuuugh!" Scott groaned as he felt his nuts

being tugged away from his body. "Ooooooooh" He cried out as his cock

spasmed and a clear stream of his pent up precum fountained into the

air and splashed down on his crotch and abs, only to be groped off

and away from his body by all the hands.

"Please let me go! Please!" Scott yelled. "Shit!" as he felt hands on

his ass, and even one in his crack now. His oily and sweaty body saw

tingling all over and he fought now to get to the floor and on his

feet. Scott's legs were being spread obscenely wide and his cock and

balls were yanked in all directions as the sex hungry crowd went wild

over him. Women and even some men were grabbing at him now seemingly

all intent on embarrassing the huge muscleman.

Finally Scott felt his body dropping as they tossed him around, and

he was engulfed by the crowd around him. His aching throbbing cock

still hard as a rock and more of his precum spurted out onto the

stroking hands. "Noooooo!" he screamed as he felt his cock drooling

and spurting precum uncontrollably now. Scott knew what was next as

his balls were being caressed and pulled.

He fought to hold it back, but his cock started spurting cum. The

first huge stream catching several of the crowd in their chests and

faces as he closed his eyes and his body tensed up with the orgasm.

The crowds groping hands made him cum more than he ever had felt

before as his nuts unloaded again and again and again. A massive

amount of his cum spurted continuously out of his thick cock as the

crowd stared down on him in amazement and backed away a little as he

fell to the auditorium floor.

Scott could do nothing to stop the flow now as he shot. Writhing and

shooting, his cock gone crazy he felt his body splashed continuously

with his hot cum.

Finally the cheering and clapping around him snapped him back to

reality and he blushed red all over.

"And the winner of the first round, contestant number 14!" the

announcer's voice boomed as Scott sat up and just held one hand over

his still dripping cock and the other over his face in shame.