Scott's Naked Ordeal - Chapter 3 In Front of the Crowd Again

 Scott's Naked Ordeal 3 - In Front of the Crowd Again

"BLONDE MUSCLEHUNK SCOTT JOHNSON IS A HERO!" Scott laughed out loud

as he read the headline. He then cringed and blushed at the photo

they had run with it. Muscles straining, arms up, biceps bulging, his

blonde boy next door face red and open mouthed. His torso a perfect

V, clad only in a towel.

"Damn them!" he cursed seeing how noticeable his cock bulge was in the

wet towel. "How could they publish that?" he questioned, "Aren't they

supposed to air brush stuff like that out?" He thought as he felt

another blush rising. Though he was glad that the camera picture had

not been from a few seconds later when his towel had come undone and

dropped to the floor fully exposing everything he owned.

"What a fucking week this had been!" Scott muttered recalling the

several previous events where he had been not only naked, but hard

and even shooting off in front of family and strangers. In all his 32

years, things like this had never ever happened to him. He was pretty

shy about his body though he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of.

Even in the cock department, he measured a healthy thick 7 that

didn't shrink much from that when soft, and his nuts swung extra low

between his muscular thighs. His boy next door looks turned heads

wherever he went. Especially now that he'd been exposed on TV, and

for sure his picture in the paper. How can I ever live this down now?

Scott thought. He'd forever think that every pair of eyes that

glanced at him must have seen him naked on the news.

His cell phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts. "Hey Scott,

you sure your muscles will still be up for the wrestlefest this

weekend? If you need to withdraw, I'll understand after what you've

been through." His workout buddy and ex frat brother Joe asked.

"Well you know this event means a lot to me Joe." Scott replied. He

suddenly felt sad that his family's money problems had forced him to

drop out of college and leave the frat. I'm sure I'll be fine by the

weekend. He was not about to not be involved in one of the biggest

alumni fundraising events his ex-frat held. And besides, he loved the

wrestling. This year's matches would be very theatrical caged

matches. All staged wrestling of course between some of the favorite

rivalries from the old college days.

"No way am I gonna miss tangling with ole GQ Jock! I cant wait to

show him who's the better man again!" Scott laughed, and reminisced

on Brent, better known as GQ Jock for his dark haired handsome

looks. He resembled a young Mel Gibson but with more muscles. Their

feud in several sports escalated when Scott stole Sally from him.

Stupid mistake that was! He mused.

"Sure! I'm still in Joe. Count on it!"

"Great Scott, just make sure you're all buff and ready, the more the

crowd gets worked up, the more money we'll make!" said Joe. See you

Saturday big guy!"

The morning of the matches Scott showered and of course started

checking himself out in the mirrors. "You still have it buddy!" he

thought as he started doing a little flexing and posing under the

water. He was proud the way his muscles rippling and turned to start

rinsing off.

"Hurry up Scotty! Joe just called and said he was on his way over!"

His mother again right there in the bathroom!

"Damnit Mom! I'm in the shower!" As he spun back around to avoid her.

"Don't you curse at me young man. Now stop dawdling in there and get

a move on. I already have your stuff for today nice and clean. I saw

those things you were expecting to wear yesterday and they were

filthy! I didn't think the stains would ever come out of that

wrestling dress but I did it." She exclaimed happily.

"Oh Mom, it's called a singlet! All the wrestlers wear them!" Scott

answered back.

"And mercy! That white pouch thing was so stained, I just threw it

out and ended up buying you a new one." She announced with a smile.

"WHAT?????" Scott cried out, cringing at the thought of her touching

his jock. "You did what?" he asked again.

I said I bought you a nice new clean one."

"All right, all right!" Scott surrendered. "Thank you, now can I finish

my shower he pleaded?" She finally turned to leave, but he could have

sworn she checked out his butt. "I hope she hadn't been watching me

pose! I've gotta get out of here and get my own place soon!" and he

hurried through the rest of his shower.

"Damnit!" Scott cursed, Joe will be here any minute as he threw some

clothes on and threw the laundered clothes his mother left on the bed

into a gymbag. "At least it's all clean thanks to good ole Mom!" He

thought as he saw the forest green singlet, but noticed it was now

much more faded. "Geez! She must have washed this a dozen times!" He

mumbled feeling more now like 14 than 34 the way she was treating

him, but it did sure feel nicer than all the bullshit his soon to be

ex wife Sally had been putting him through.

On the way to the gymnasium Joe explained the particulars of the

matches. All would be staged submission matches between old

rivalries. Anything goes as long as the crowd cheered. For an even

bigger effect they had erected a big fence around the ring to further

simulate the realness of the matches including huge big padlocks on

the entrance. "A big two men in, one man out theme" Joe

laughed. "Don't you worry, you may do pretty fine in there with GQ!"

"What, you don't think I can take him buddy?" Scott asked smiling.

"Oh sure I do buddy, you're both great wrestlers, but you're the big

blonde musclehunk, remember"? Joe needled at him as he brought up

the newspaper article. Scott blushed,

"Oh fuck you buddy!" he laughed.

The gymnasium was packed as they looked in on the way to the

lockerroom "We made a killing on this fundraiser!" Joe wooped up and

threw his hand up for a high five, then swung it down and connected

with Scott's hard butt. "Oh man, those globes are rock hard buddy!"

he exclaimed.

"Awwww, give it a rest buddy!" Scott replied. "Lets get a move on!"

Scott peaked in and watched the refs make a great presentation of the

two men in one man out theme, then lock the padlocks with a big

drumroll. The crowd was cheering as the first pair grappled. This

should be easy Scott thought. As they went through hold after hold,

then a faked near submission. The crowd was wild with excitement.

"You best get dressed big boy" Joe yelled as he pushed past Scott on

the way to his match.

"Damn boy, are you gonna wrestle in that?" Scott asked Joe.

"You like?" Joe smiled from ear to ear. As he pivoted around showing

off his great body in the briefest of posing straps. "I think the

crowd will love it!" and with that he grabbed his well packed crotch

and off he went.

The crowd cheered and chanted to Joe's match as Scott started

changing. He dropped his jeans and boxers and stripped off his t-

shirt and grabbed the new jock, "Oh fuck!!" he exclaimed as he held

it up. His mother had bought a large, but he saw it was a BOYS large!

Now what am I gonna do?" He thought knowing that wearing his boxers

under the singlet would just look stupid. "Does anyone have an extra

jock or briefs?" he yelled out into the lockerroom.

"Sorry man! No buddy! Guess you're going commando!" were the

responses.

"Well luckily the singlet is dark green so nothing should show too

bad." Scott thought as he started pulling it on. It had always been

tight, but now it was alarmingly tight. As he stretched the fabric

over his muscled body. Reaching into it was almost impossible as he

arranged his cock and balls as flat as he could. "Well that doesn't

look all that bad, but its too damn tight, hopefully it will loosen

up a bit as I wrestle" he thought. He was glad it was only a playful

exhibition knowing he wouldn't have been able to do any real

wrestling in it.

The tight singlet fit him like a second skin showcasing his muscles

immensely. Many years ago he had had to cut the bands off the legs to

make room for his bulging quads and hamstrings, but now the frayed

ends looked a bit too ragged, no thanks to his mothers over washing.

And faded for sure! It actually looked a little whitish, not that it

had stretched over him. He peaked over his shoulder to see his

butt. "Damn, this should get some cheers for sure!" he thought

proudly, then was starting to get hesitant to still go through with

wearing it. The spandex hugged his round butt the material already

sucked a bit into his crack.

"Maybe I should try to find something else." he thought, but then Joe

bounded back in all sweaty and smiling.

"That was fucking awesome buddy! Holy fuck Scott! You're wrestling in

that? And you said my outfit was too much! "Joe exclaimed. "You look

right out of a porn video! Bulges everywhere, and I do mean

everywhere!" As Scott watched Joe's eyes run up and down him settling

on his cock.

"My damn mom bought me a new jock and it was too small" Scott

announced, "Do you have an extra one?" He asked.

"Sorry musclehunk, but no worries, you look great. You'll be showing

Brent what a real man looks like!" and he pushed Scott out the gym

doors. But "Hmmmm" Joe thought as he watched Scott walk away. As the

fluorescent lighting Scott was he imaging the material being a bit

see through? "No, its just stretched out" he resolved. But no,

looking again, "Oh shit yea! It was!" he thought. From the back

Scott's crack was clearly darker than the rest of his white butt, Joe

could even make out the star tattoo on the small of his back! An evil

smile crept over his face. "Well this should be hot"! he thought as

he followed out to get a ringside seat.

As Scott walked down the aisle, a murmur swept through the crowd amid

the cheers. He sauntered slowly enjoying the applause. Only he was

the only one not knowing how much was showing through his singlet.

His mother's diligent washing and color bleaching had all but

destroyed the thin material, and the tightness pulled the knit far

enough apart that it was like a dark opaque nylon on him. The

lighting helped show more. His muscles, his defined cuts and abs,

and even his nipples showed through, and of course the object of

everyone's attention, his crotch. His pubes and long cock as well as

the mashed balls nestled underneath it were just about visible. The

outline was very clear through the fabric. Everyone he passed tried

to look a little closer to see if what they thought they were seeing

was for real. The sight was certainly a delicious one, and the crowd

went even wilder!

Brent was curious to all the commotion already as he entered the

arena. He already knew he was going to try to wrestle Scott for real,

and humiliate him by dominating the unsuspecting man. Humiliate the

man who stole his girl many years ago. He was very confident of his

body and looks. He was certainly muscular enough to put most men to

shame. He wore a rugged outfit to match. Workboots, short cut off

jeans with a black leather belt with a big round eagle emblazoned on

it. Shirtless, he showed off his pumped chest and upper body. He

spied Scott and was shocked. He looked even more muscular than ever,

and "Damn! What was this singlet he was wearing?" Brent asked

himself. "Showing all to the crowd like that! He's trying to show me

up!" He answered himself, "I'll show him who's the better man!"

The pair was ceremoniously locked into the fenced cage and Scott

whispered "Easy with the boots GQ, I don't want my toes stomped ok?"

Brent looked down at Scott's bare feet.

"Oh don't you worry loser, your feet are the last thing you have to

worry about getting stomped!" Brent laughed. Poking him in between

his exposed pecs in the scoop of his singlet.

The pair circled each other, slightly hunched over, arms out and to

the ready to block a move. Scott's body was near perfection. His

beautiful round ass pushed out to the crowd. Murmurs again circling

the ring as each muscled glute flexed and pushed on the singlet

letting a little skin peak through.

"I'm gonna tear you apart!" Screamed Brent.

"Give it your best shot pal o mine!" Scott taunted back, then Brent

lunged in locking arms up with Scott trying to drive him down. Scott

countered by spreading his muscled legs wide, his huge ball bulge

pushed out between his thighs stretching the material. The crowd

directly behind him gasped a little as an almost transparent view of

his butt and nuts and even his tucked cockhead came into view.

The pair grappled on and on with Scott whispering "Easy Brent, This

is just for show" As Brent was obviously wrestling for real and

muscling in on Scott. They took turns slamming into each other, and

flinging each other's bodies to the mat. After an accidental blow to

the head, Scott saw stars and finally said "Bullshit! Brent isn't

role playing this, he's trying to kick my butt!" and he started

roughly muscling back to gain the upper hand slamming Brent's muscled

sweating body face down to the mat then threw his own body right on

top of him.

Brent managed to buck up a few times, elbowing Scott in his hard abs

forcing him to roll off onto his back. Brent immediately noticed how

see through the sweaty wet fabric was now getting. He smiled again,

throwing himself across Scott and he attempted a pin by lifting one

of Scott's legs high, and in turn giving the crowd another beautiful

view of his package and butt. Scott managed to roll out and over onto

his stomach, with Brent following right on top of him.

"Yeeeehaw!" Brent yelled rising up as he ground his crotch into

Scott's firm ass. Scott felt an odd tightening in the front of his

singlet, but then back down as Brent threw his entire weight back on

him successfully driving the air out of him. Trying to catch his

breath, Brent again raised up and slammed down again.

"OOOOF!" a rush of air went out of his lungs, aware again of his

singlet pulling tight on his chest body and crotch.

"Yea! I'm riding you like a bitch now buddy!" Brent yelled to the

crowd, Scott tried to crawl away now, but then felt the tugging on

his singlet, at first he thought Brent was holding him, but as Brent

rose and crashed down on him, he realized he must have snagged on him

somehow. His buckle! The light finally went off in his head as he

gasped for air. Brent continuously crashing down on him and not

letting him catch his breath.

Brent dragged Scott up to his knees, bear hugging him, and Scott

fought desperately to get his breath back, powerless to resist enough

against Brent's strength. His singlet was still hooked on the buckle,

and as Scott's weight sagged down, the material wedged itself in his

deep crack and stretched even more on his cock and balls, exposing

him even more to the crowd in front of him. He struggled to get his

footing as the material painfully split his balls apart.

"AAARGH!" Cried Scott. As Scott tried to pull away from Brent, Brent

noticed the singlet hooked on his belt, but he continued to start

spinning Scott around. Finally attaining momentum, grabbing Scott's

arm and whipping him around and around, the singlet caught hard on

the buckle stretched out pulling the material tight around Scott's

body making him appear almost naked in the ring.

After several spins, Brent let him loose and Scott flung away from

him, stumbled once but in a rotating frenzy. The singlet stretched to

the limit, then to Scott's horror, he felt and heard the tearing as

it finally gave way, as he was spinning towards the ropes.

The rip started at the small of his back, then shot straight up his

back as Brent and the crowd watched in almost slow motion. Scott was

still turning to his left as the tear went clear through to the yoke

of the back the two straps snapping forward over his shoulders, then

continued down through his crack and through his legs exposing his

back and butt. Scott's body still propelled with momentum towards the

ropes. The singlet then ripped right off his chest and down his arms

as Scott hit the ropes and immediately stretching the ropes out as

his feet left the ring floor.

The fraying material stretched to the limit from Brent's unmoving

buckle, it immediately snapped back and flew right down his raised

legs and feet before he even had a chance to think.

"Oh FUCK!" Scott's mind screamed not believing what had just happened

in a matter of seconds! "I'm fucking naked in front of all these

people!!!" His blush didn't even have the time to get started.

Brent stood there open mouthed not believing what had just happened

either as Scott started rebounding back towards him. The crowd behind

Scott was treated to a beautiful spread open view of his gorgeous

butt and his cock and balls as his packaged sailed through his open

legs with the momentum. As his nuts rebounded in their sack at the

end of their travel, the pain shot up through his stomach!

Scott was flying back towards Brent now, and failed to get his

balance his arms flailing in the air, his cock and big nuts swinging

with each forward step. The crowd was a mixture of gasps, cheers and

clapping and most certainly a few groans of lust!

Laughing now, Brent sidestepped as Scott careened towards him losing

his balance and crashing face down on the mat, his rock hard butt in

the air. The remains of his singled still attached to Brent's buckle

as Scott lay there dazed.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe this!" His mind screamed, now turning

bright red as he looked back at a laughing Brent. The crowd was going

wild around him. "Brent, Please help me!"

Brent grabbed the remains of the singled and dangled it out to Scott

taunting him. He had wanted to humiliate his old rival, but this

was too good to be true!

"Help me!" Scott yelled to the friends outside the ring. He saw Joe

racing to the ring, He pleaded again with Brent. "Cover me please!"

Seeing Joey fighting with the surging crowd, now wild to all get a

better look at the naked muscleman.

"Brent, Please, give me that back!" as Scott tried to crawl towards

the ruined singlet, knowing the crowd was getting a full view of his

rounded butt. Flashbulbs were going off like crazy now all around the

pair.

"Come on Scotty, here it is!" Brent kept taunting, dangling it just

out of Scott's reach. Scott kept crawling on his belly, his cock and

balls dragging back between his legs. Unfortunately for Scott, the

situation and the friction of the mat now got the better of Scott's

overactive cock, and his mind screamed in horror as he felt the blood

rushing to his thickening cock.

"NOT NOW!" his mind panicked. "Brent, Please!" then he saw the

officials. "Hurry!" he screamed over at them, as he felt his cock get

even harder. He rolled a bit to get his cock up under his belly and

waited for the help, desperate not to show his cock to the crowd now.

But Brent, seeing the officials getting ready to end his rival's

misery, launched another attack on the prone Scott.

"I don't believe the match is quite over yet nude boy!" he yelled as

Scott felt him jump on top of him and full nelson his unsuspecting

arms.

"Fuck Brent, STOP!" He screamed as he struggled. "I can't fight you

naked like this, STOP!"

The crowd around them went wild. Some girls started screaming "Full

monty! Full monty!" as more flashbulbs went off. Scott was crimson

red now, squirming to stay flat.

Scott's eyes grew wide "NO! NO! Help me!" as he felt Brent yanking

his torso upwards. His cock was hard and grinding into the

mat. "STOP!" he continued to yell, and desperately trying to unlock

his arms.

Brent finally yanked Scott up, and Scott immediately pulled his legs

up to try to hide himself, but the crowd got a view of his hard thick

cock as even more flashbulbs went off to his embarrassment. He

blushed redder as Brent dragged him around a bit showing his

throbbing cock to the crowd. Finally Scott broke free as the cage

door flew open and Joe ran to Scott as he sat up and pulled his knees

close to his chest. Joe didn't have anything extra to give to him as

he was still just in his posing strap.

"Let's get you outta here!" Joe yelled, as he blocked Scott's front

as they hurried to the cage entrance. Finally one of the officials

stripped off his shirt to help hide Scott's rock hard cock. Joe

hustled them down the aisle, hands reaching from all sides to grab

Scott. The surging women and even a few men pressed down on the pair,

touching and feeling him all over as they pushed through the crowd to

the locker room.

"Oh God!" Scott moaned, as the touching was getting the better of

him, finally someone ripped the t shirt from his hands, he

immediately clasped both hands over his cock and balls, but the hands

kept at him as they moved through. Hands were touching him all over,

and he finally couldn't control himself as a hand shoved itself

between his legs from behind and started tugging on his loose balls.

He couldn't move forward now!

"JOE, JOE! Help me!" He yelled as the crowd pressed in even more as

Joe lost the grip on Scott's arm, then it happened. The groping

proved to much for his overactive cock, and he was powerless as he

felt it surge up through his shaft.

"NO, Not here!" his mind screamed, but it started shooting out of

him, several nearby women cheering as Scott shook with the orgasm,

hands all over him, and then Joe dragging him through the locker room

door. The last jet of cum arcing out and hitting his buddies leg.

Scott just collapsed onto the cold tile floor a totally embarrassed

naked man, again.