Scott's Naked Ordeal Chapter 21 Sexy Strongmen

 Scott's Naked Ordeal 21 - "Sexy Strongmen"

"This is definitely right up our alley guys!  One of us is a sure win!" Joe exclaimed waving a flyer in front of Scott and Mark.

"Can we talk about this after we at least get done showering buddy?" Scott yelled out quickly turning towards the wall of his shower.

"What are you talking about now?" Mark called out from across the way wiping the soap from his eyes. 

"This new reality show is holding auditions right here in our city next week! It's a strongman challenge kind of show, so either you or Scotty boy are bound to do well! Hell, I may even have a chance!" Joe beamed as he flexed a bicep for his naked friends.

"Yea right you wimp!" Mark shot back with a laugh deflating Joe just a little bit.  "What do you think Scott?  Should we?" Mark asked.

"Well we can get the details when we're not standing here with our dicks on display to each other!" Scott laughed and he hurried to finish his shower.  He hated these open showers at this gym but was disgusted at having to go home all sweaty after a workout.  "It could certainly be fun." Scott thought.

"So lets go audition then!" Joe continued. "They're having them this weekend in the park.

"Man I can just taste that money now!" Mark exclaimed as he passed Scott's shower and quickly slapped his buddies smooth round butt.

"Yeow! Watch it!" Scott yelled back at Mark as he trotted out to the locker room.  "You'll be sorry when I kick your butt in this competition!" Scott said as he finished his shower and hurried to catch up to his friends.

The trio arrived at the park early on Saturday morning and immediately they started scanning the growing crowd of men for any competition.  Scott and his buddies were pretty sure there wasn't much of any around.

Scott, Mark and Joe quickly got in the growing lines and patiently waited to be called to the judge's table.  As the sun rose higher in the sky, Scott started regretting that he hadn't dressed in lighter clothes.  He was already starting to sweat from both the heat and the nervousness of the situation.

Scott had chosen a loose pair of knaki shorts and a tight white t-shirt for today. The shorts were loose, but still molded over his big round butt and there was no mistaking his muscled thighs and calves peeking out from underneath them.  Finally the judges called his number and he approached the judging table. His t-shirt was already pretty damp from his sweat and clung to his muscles like a second skin.  Two young women and 5 men were busy shuffling papers and didn't pay him any attention as he announced himself.

"Scott Johnson" He stated as he stopped in front of the table. Only the one woman on the end looked up and then smiled as she saw him.  He blushed as he saw her eyes rake up down and then back up at his face.  Scott fidgeted a bit as slowly the other judges started looking up at him.

"Well we've found a winner! The muscled blonde guy on the end piped up quickly and the others nodded in agreement.  

"What?" Scott asked. "What do you mean?"

It means you're in handsome!" the cute redhead with the big tits said gleefully.  "We certainly can't pass a hunk like you up!  We'll be in touch."

"That's it? Scott said incredulously.  "I can't believe it!" he thought as he threw a fist in the air and trotted back to Mark and Joe.  He didn't see half the judges ogling his beautiful butt.

"I'm in! I'm in!" he yelled out as he approached his friends.

"You are?  I thought they weren't making decisions on the spot!" Joe asked.

"I know, I didn't either, but they said I was in!" Scott beamed.  

"Now for me and Joe!" Mark said as they continued to wait patiently to be called.  Scott couldn't stop smiling he was so happy.

All said and done, the three of them made it in.  Scott was looking forward to this TV show competition.  In the three weeks before filming the trio worked out hard to get even bigger and stronger.

The first filming day arrived and the dozen contestants assembled in the studio.  Twelve men, all of which were beautiful with great bodies. Scott, Mark, Joe, another hunky rugged muscleman man named Steve and two model beauties a latin hunk Antonio and a dark haired pretty boy Daniel by far stood above the rest though. Unbeknownst to them, the producers had already pre-destined them to move forward in the competitions.  

"Ok boys and girls, we've gotten your uniforms ready so you best get changed and report back here in 15!" the first referee barked out to the group.

"Uniforms?" Scott whispered to Mark with a questioning look.  

"Yea I guess they're making this as official as possible." Mark answered. "Come on, we better get moving." He continued as they followed the group to the tents.

Scott had taken great care in choosing his clothes and hadn't even given thought that they would be making them change.  He had worn a pair of fitted boxers under his knee length khaki shorts along with a tight tank top that hugged his muscles.  His huge smooth pecs framed in the garment caught more than one opponents eyes. Both Scott and Mark's rounded biceps just screamed power, although Steve was also very well built in his jeans and t-shirt.  Scott looked him over as discreetly as he could to survey his competition.

"Well he's gonna be trouble for sure." Scott thought as he saw the muscles rippling under the t-shirt.

"Ok ladies, into this tent." One of the officials directed. As they all filed to inside each was handed a zipped up bag.

The twelve men stood inside the tent holding their bags as the official came in and started addressing them.  "I'm Tom here." the muscular brown haired guy identified himself. "You all have been issued coordinated outfits to make a better presentation in the events.  Shorts, sneakers, a tank top if you choose to wear it, and a swimsuit for a water event if there happens to be one." He said with a wink.  The group unzipped their bags and started looking at the gear.  "Ok boys, let's get a move on here!" Tom yelled out and stood staring down at them. The guys all kind of looked at each other, finally Joe breaking from the pack and stripping off his shirt.  

"We have somewhere to change?" Steve asked.

"What, you have something these others guys don't have?  This is the dressing room pretty boy, now strip!" Tom said with a smile while he stared at Steve then to the others then back to Steve. His short military cut brown hair, his dark eyes and rippling muscles were sure to please the audience as were the other men picked for this competition.

Scott nervously pulled out the clothes from his bag and his heart sank.  He hadn't even thought they'd put them in provocative stuff like this as he held up the tiny white tank top and the even tinier pair of light gray lycra shorts. These were more like the outfits the American Gladiators wore on their show.  He looked up to complain as he saw the other guys doing the same.  Joe was already naked and stood there pulling the shorts up his muscled lightly hairy legs. "You're going commando buddy?" Scott asked him.

"Well these shorts aren't going to be able to be worn with much more than a thong Scotty.  Look at them!" Joe said as he got them up and on, tucking his cock down. The shorts had a built in pouch and it let the goods bounce around a bit as the material molded over Joe's cock and balls.

"Hey Tom, do you have any jocks for us?  We can't very well go on camera dressed like this!" Scott said as he waved his hand over to Joe's crotch.  

"It's cable buddy, don't worry about it, you ashamed or something?" Tom sneered.  "If you don't want to wear the outfit, you can easily be replaced, that goes for any of you.  Now get changed. We're on in 5 minutes."

The other contestants were all in different stages of undress, flashes of bare butt and cocks and balls all over the room as they struggled into their clothes.  Scott stood there watching his buddy Mark haul the uniform up his legs, his meaty cock and balls also apparent in the pouch.  

Scott just gave in and dropped his shorts and boxers to the floor and proceeded to get into his outfit.  Joe opted to go shirtless as did three others.  Scott, Mark and Steve struggled into their tight tanks that barely covered their huge chests and left a strip of skin showing around their waists.

Looking down, Scott saw his thick cock through the thin pouch. As he moved, it swayed and moved the material.  "Shit! This is ridiculous!" Scott exclaimed as Mark checked him out. "They are way too tight on my big butt!"

"It's not that bad buddy." Mark said. "Just think of the big prize money we're going to haul home!"  

"Ok, Ok." Scott said reluctantly and just pulled the shorts up higher and it seemed to tighten the pouch up to give him a little more support, but it just succeeded in getting more material wedged between his hard round buttcheeks. "I think it will be fine, now my cock's not going to move around so much but my balls feel like they've got no support whatsoever" Scott thought.  His nuts were big and hung so low that they made the pouch of his shorts push out even farther. Scott didn't have time to think any further on it as Tom burst back into the tent.

"Ok guys! Lets go!  We've got to film the 6 shows today and we're on a real tight schedule.  You all look great the audience will love ya!" said Tom gleefully.  "I can't believe just how hot these guys look, even better than we had expected!" he thought.  "I'm definitely scoring some big points with the producers after this!"

Scott stood with his buddies and the rest of the competition and awaited directions from the crew.  More than one of the crewmembers looked him and the others over with smiles on their faces.   All the muscles, firm round butts, big pecs, and the bulging crotches were sure to attract a big audience.

"I don't know Joe, I think I'm going to back out." Scott said hesitantly  "I can't go through with it."

"Come on Scott, you're just a little nervous." Joe whispered back.  "You can win this!" 

"Ok, Ok, I just don't know about being on TV, and geez, look at these outfits!" Scott complained.

"They're not that bad man." Mark piped in.  "Look, we can win this, just think of all the money!"  He said assuredly.

Before Scott was able to contemplate the situation any further, two assistants started barking out directions to them.  "You two big blondes will go last." One said waving his hand at Scott and Steve. "Short stuff over there, we'll pair you off with him." Waving his hand over at Joe. He continued pairing them off for competition and they waited for more instruction.

The first event was traversing a narrow rope bridges with slats about 4 feet apart on it strung between two platforms, 2 stories in the air. High enough to be dangerous, but not high enough to sustain horrible injuries. The bridges were side by side, about 20 ft apart.  The contestants began being briefed on the event and what the rules were as they stared up at the swaying bridge. 

"You'll have to steady yourself on the slats and leap from one to the next." He announced. "Or if you're daring, just run as fast as you can jumping across them. The quickest ten times will advance."

"What? What does this have to do with strength?" Mark asked incredulously.  Scott nodded in agreement as did half the other contestants.  

Scott was already nervous about the height as the assistant explained the stunt. "With strength comes courage and speed. You can't have strength without the other two and still be our champion." He stated emphatically.

"Jesus, this is gonna be tough." Steve mumbled as Scott noticed him readjusting his tight shorts on his crotch. His limp thick cock was more than apparent beneath the material.  Scott reached down to do the same, though immediately took his hand off himself as he felt his overactive cock begin to stir.

Scott stared up at the rope bridges and barely heard the rest of the instructions.

"Hey Joe, you're going to be alright up there? I know how you hate heights." Mark asked.

"Yea I'll be fine man, Its really Scotty here that has the big fear."  Joe replied, and he was right.

Scott was already sweating from nervousness, his tank top plastering to his muscular chest. They climbed up the large metal stair scaffolding to the top platform where the stunt was going to begin.

"Scott, Scott.......  SCOTT!!!" It finally registered in Scott's head that someone was calling him. Scott whipped his head around to see Tom gesturing wildly at the group. 

"Would you pay attention big man, or you're going to get hurt here" Tom reprimanded Scott.  

"Sorry Tom."  Scott apologized as he avoided the glares he was getting from the crew and trotted over to join the group.  He twinged a bit as just even this little movement caused his heavy package to swing back and forth and jostle like a squirrel under a blanket and he quickly got in place behind Antonio and Daniel.  "How the hell am I going to get through this competition like this?" he thought as he quickly readjusted himself as flat as possible.

Between his nervousness about the height of stunt they were going to do and feeling thoroughly exposed in the show's costume shorts, the sweat just started pouring off of him soaking his tank top a bit and making it stick even more to his muscled torso.

"It's ok, it's ok, I can get through this." Scott kept repeating to himself as he stared up at the other muscular contestants taking their turns climbing up and getting ready to race across the bridge.  Joe was in the first pair, his trim muscular body, shirtless and already covered in a sheen of sweat.  

"And they're off!" an announcer yelled out as the blare of an airhorn signaled the start of the race. Joe tore out of the gate and started hitting the bridge slats hard to get across them, but each one gave way a bit, so he slowed down, but you could easily see his goods bouncing around in his shorts. Scott immediately knew he was going to have trouble in that department. "Maybe I should just back out." He thought to himself.

Scrambling quickly, Joe easily won his heat, and nearly naked, he jumped around ecstatically at his win, his pounch swinging and bouncing around.  Each pair of guys went through without incident as the crowd cheered on each of the musclemen. Though most of the cheering was for the hot muscled bodies and the bouncing junk than it was for the competition. Scott was slowly moving up in line, and he quickly pulled his shorts tighter to give his cock and balls a bit more support for the run.  Soon it was his turn to race Steve, who's big muscular frame was also stretching his small uniform to it's limit. 

The television execs and directors were going crazy looking at these two knowing these were the money makers for this show. What Scott and Steve didn't realize was that the cameras were panning up and down their big muscle bodies, and for sure paying attention to their bulging muscles, and the goods straining their shorts to the maximum. 

"OK, I can do this" Scott thought to himself psyching himself up for the challenge.  

The two big blondes stood side by side and waited for the starting siren. Scott could feel the sweat dripping from his pits. But tried to focus on the task at hand. 

"Beeeeeep! And they were off.  Scott hand over hand climbed the ladder, and then looked quickly out at the bridge and took off across it hitting the first few slats hard.  He could feel his cock and balls swinging around, but he had to win this challenge and kept at the task at hand. Every eye was on his, and Steve's bouncing crotch bulges. 

Scott was almost halfway across when he heard and then felt a slat give way to his muscular leg with a splintering crash and before he knew it, he stumbled forward out of control, hitting the next slat with a heavy foot, then managing slam into the next one even harder but tripping as he stumbled towards the next one arms first as he fell, "Christ!" he yelled out in fear as he reached out to grab the next slat to keep himself from crashing to the ground, but his forward momentum kept him smashing right through the slat arms first with a smash.

"Ceeeraaaash!" the wood splintered apart as he sailed straight through the broken slats arms first, and aiming straight down for the water underneath the bridges 2 stories down. His body sailing straight down through the shattered slat leaving just the rope framework behind him. He closed his eyes to prepare for impact. But as chance would have it for our fine handsome hero, his left feet tangled in the rope framework of the shattered slat and stopped his fall. He was swinging back and froth, and finally opened his eyes. "But why can't I move my legs?" as he raised his body to look upwards.

The entire crowd all gasped collectively as they watched the incident that had unfolded before both their and the TV camera audiences eyes. 

As Scott crashed had through the broken slat, his loose shorts had caught on a piece of wood and had had been yanked straight down his leg to his knees exposing him completely. His balls and cock now out in the open for all to see, although upside down, he was still completely exposed "OH My God! Scott yelled out as he quickly covered his goods with one hand and the other trying to pull the shorts back up.  

Many in the audience were cheering and clapping now, shouts and cheers rang out as Scott struggled with the shorts, but quickly realized they were caught on the wood slat somehow. "Get me down from here!" he yelled out, desperately trying to keep his cock and balls in his big hands. But upside down and swinging it was almost impossible. He didn't care that his smooth muscled butt was out there for everyone to see. He cringed as he saw the TV cameras all trained on him.  "Everyone is seeing me like this now!" He thought, completely embarrassed at his naked situation.

"We're coming!  Hold on!" he heard someone yell out, as he scanned around and saw Joe and Mark looking up at him. "We'll get you down!" they yelled out.

"Oh NO, NOT NOW!" Scott thought to himself as he felt a familiar twinge in his cock as he held it tight to his body. "Don't get hard, don't get hard!" his mind screamed out. But Scott knew the feeling well and he kept it covered as best he could.

"Ok, Grab this rope Scott!" one of the rescuers yelled out as they dangled the rope out by him. "You've got to grab it, we can't risk coming onto the bridge to get you in case it can't take our additional weight. Do it now!" 

Scott knew he had to grab it, so he let go with one hand and his bull nuts popped out into view. His other hand was barely covering his thickening cock, and he heard more gasps and at calls from the crowd. They pulled him farther from the bridge now, but his foot wouldn't come loose as now he was almost horizontal from the bridge, his nuts just dangling in the air now below his hand trying to cover his cock.

"My foot is stuck!  I can't get it loose!" he yelled out to the people as they kept yanking him to try to free his foot. But as his shorts were caught too, they slipped further down, until they were just looped on his left foot still caught as well.  His right foot and leg now free, he was extended pretty much naked except for his tight tank top above hundreds of people now. 

"OH GOD!" Scott screamed out as he felt his free hand slipping on the rope, and he had to grab it with both hands completely exposing himself and his now rapidly hardening cock.  As he did so, the entire audience, gasped and some even cheered causing Scott to blush and he closed his eyes.

What a sight, this muscleman stretched tight from the bridge, one leg caught, and the other flailing around, his balls swinging, and his now almost hard cock jutting straight out from his body.  "How can this be happening?" Scott was completely overtaken by the embarrassment of the situation. He could feel the blood pounding in his cock now.

"Jesus Scott!" Joe cried out, seeing his friend getting hard. Both him and Mark stood stunned, though they both knew what was coming. No pun intended. They knew their friend well.

"NO, NO, NO!" Scott tried to hold back as he felt a surge of precum spray from his hard cock. He quickly released the rope with one hand to try to cover himself, but his own touch was already too much, and he quickly regrasped the rope. "Hurry! Get me down from here!" he cried out to anyone that could hear.

They continued to yank the rope to get him free and Scott just gave into the feeling as he looked down at his outstretched body, his muscled ass out there for everyone to see.  His balls swung, but even the crowd surely could see their slight tightening as his cock yet again showered out with a spray of precum.  Again and again, they yanked, his hard cock throbbing and stiffening. Each spray from it getting a reaction from the crowd.  The TV stations had long ago cut the feed, but nothing could block the eyes of the hundreds in the crowd.

Finally, his foot came loose, his shorts left hanging in the breeze on the broken slat. "Hurry!, get me down!" Scott screamed out as he felt his balls tightening up. "I can't cum in front of this crowd! I just can't!" He thought desperately. He released one hand from the rope and desperately tried to cover his cock and balls as they lowered him, but his touch only pushed him over the edge. 

He saw the ground come up quickly, and his feet finally touched as he fell to the ground, Joe and Mark rushing to his side just as the eruption started.

"Oh God, Oh God! Scott cried out as he saw all eyes on him as he thrust both hands down and tried to roll over to hide himself as the cum started shooting out of his cock.  "Ugh!" he groaned out as he froze mid orgasm, the thick jets pouring out of his cock, shooting on him, the ground and occasionally his friends.  Joe and Mark both knew this scene well, and having nothing to cover him with, tried to shield their naked and cumming friend from the crowd.  Cheers erupted from many, causing Scott to blush even redder.

"Not again....." Scott said as he curled himself into a ball to cover his softening cock.