Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 15

MISTER HOTTIE 2024

PART III: MISTER HOTTIE AMERICA 2024

Chapter 15: Hotties Got Talent!

The fifty hunks were standing over six different lines on the Los Angeles stage.

They were all wearing the same tiny bulge-enhancing swimsuit, except that they each had been attributed different colours.

It was quite the mis-matched of prominent bulges for the audience to watch.

Christopher had found himself with a bright pink swimsuit.

It was certainly a good sign since he would be much more noticeable than the less-favoured candidates who had gotten stuck with a blander pair of swimwear.

Even down to this choice, the Mister Hottie Committee had been savvy and knew exactly what they wanted to achieve.

It was evident that the contestants who had been reluctant to follow every single one of the Organization’s instructions were put on the last line, all the way back of the stage, in grey, dark blue, or plain black swimsuits.

Mister Hottie Illinois, Damian Viper, was at the top left corner of the stage, practically already hidden in the shadows.

The outburst of his agent had been such a shame since, when it came to showcasing a massive muscular body, Viper was clearly beating everyone to the punch.

He would have certainly otherwise been front and centre, in a leopard print swimsuit.

But eh, if you do not want to be pushed on the back, do not mess with an erotic photo-shoot and even more importantly, do not complain against the Organization!

Christopher was glad to have Mateo Rich on his side, - his agent would have never made this kind of mistake -, and he was hopeful for making it to the following round.

Seriously, he could not have done all of this for nothing!

Right?

Still, he was a pile of nerves listening to Stephen Camel building the suspense.

This was something he would never get used to and one of the reasons he would certainly not participate to a pageant show ever again…

The freaking back-and-forth and the endless drum-rolls as the hosts were about to announce who had made it to the next round has been exhausting in every single pageant so far.

We will spare you the details here but it took nearly ten full minutes for Camel to list the twelve contestants qualified.

A living Hell for Christopher, especially as it triggered the memories of when he had passed out in similar circumstances.

Stephen Camel was naming the advancing contestants in group of three in a random order.

First, were called:

“Mister Hottie Alabama, Mitchell Parker.”

He was a stunning 28 years-old landscaper who, considering his physique, seemed to be spending more time lifting weights at the gym than attending the gardens.

The man looked like a jacked-up Roman emperor in an elegant white cape.

“Mister Hottie Montana, Gaston March.”

He was one of the contestants whom Christopher had already spotted as a potential contender for the win.

It was very difficult to find a single thing wrong or not-so-perfect about this man.

His tan was on point. His muscles were perfectly shredded and defined all around. He was exuding confidence and a non-threatening smooth masculinity. At 27, Gaston was at his peak and had never looked that good.

Frankly, he could easily win the whole thing.

“Mister Hottie West Virginia, Gary Coleman.”

To Christopher, he reminded him of one of the Game of Thrones’ characters.

Gary’s beard was less-trimmed than most of the contestants, he had a bit more of a rough-on-the-edges look but he was, of course, handsome and incredibly sexy.

 Just so we are clear here, all fifty contestants were freakishly hot to start with. The final twelve was only the cherry on top in terms of handsome hunks.

Then, were called by Stephen Camel:

“Mister Hottie Pennsylvania, Jason Burke.”

The circus artist and dancer of the competition.

Probably in an attempt to foreshadow his potential victory, Jason had walked on stage with a crown on his head.

His chest alone could have made him go through another round but apparently, he had also made quite an impression during his photoshoot. Rumour had it that he had left some of his juice in the water before leaving the studio…

Well, Christopher was not one to judge.

“Mister Hottie Alaska, Cody Palmer.”

Cody was another obvious top twelve.

The 20 years-old stud had worn one of the skimpiest outfits of the night for the Greek introduction and he had been awarded a rare zebra print for his swimsuit catwalk afterwards.

His uncut dick waving at the crowd had for sure made him a top favourite to win the entire thing and the Mister Hottie Committee was very much ready to support their breakout star.  

“Mister Hottie Kentucky, Bryan Cooper.”

This was much more of a surprise!

In a sea of perfectly lean and shredded Adonises, Bryan looked quite like the guy next door.

Do not get this wrong, again, he was hot as hell and super beefy, but his face was not one of a super-model and mainly, his attitude on stage was more awkward and uncertain than most of the competition.

Apparently though, people had found his clumsiness charming.

Maybe he was simply more relatable to the average viewer?

Christopher was glad that he had made it as they shared a similar background, working in a factory, and Bryan seemed like a legit good guy… Although, Chris could not help thinking that maybe he had just lost his spot.

Six places remaining out of forty-four guys still waiting, the odds were starting to get really slim, especially with many of the favourites who had not yet been called.

From this point on, Christopher attempted to prepare himself for failure.

 In the next group, were called:

“Mister Hottie Colorado, Douglas Ferson.”

Douglas was a 28 years-old international model already working for luxury brands around the world.

Douglas’ mother was Egyptian while his father was American but from Portuguese descent, which was apparently a magical formula to produce a perfect-looking hunk appealing to a wide audience across the globe.

The runway king was already so established in the modelling industry that many people wondered what the hell he was doing here, in this sleazy pageant.

The reality was, after 11 years in the business, Douglas had decided to move his career another (much more lucrative) direction, and following literally thousands of requests over the years, he had decided to open an X-rated page.

He was a smart man though, and Douglas had decided that this very night would be the perfect opportunity to launch his page publicly.

Indeed, he was right, his page was one of the biggest debuts on the platform he used.

“Mister Hottie Georgia, Derek Scott.”

Christopher’s heart skipped a beat when the daddy he had gotten so intimate with just a few hours prior was qualified.

It was both a great news as it meant that the pictures in the bath had gotten the Georgian to the top twelve, but it also meant that another spot was taken and the odds of getting called were getting even slimier.

Christopher started to really feel bad when the next qualifier was named…

“Mister Hottie Vermont, Noah Garner.”

Freaking Noah Garner, the 21 years-old brat from Vermont, his so-called lookalike had made it.

Sure, he looked stunning but since people were putting them in the same category, it meant that things were getting dire for our Christopher.

It was likely that Noah had taken the coveted spot for 21 something brown-hair jock in the top twelve.

 Forty-one contestants were still waiting anxiously to know their fates, while only three spots remained.

At this point, Stephen Camel really stretched this thing out to the point where even the audience was losing their mind, booing him to accelerate the process.

The guy was most likely listening to Channel 5’s big heads begging him to keep this thing going until the next commercial break.

If one believed the social media craze, the ratings for the show would be unprecedented.

Eventually, was called:

“Mister Hottie New Mexico, Diego Garcia.”

The soap-opera star from “for Always, Amor” and huge favourite to win the pageant could finally breathe.

It would have been a huge shocker if he had not qualified, but by then, there were still many favourites waiting and only two coveted spots left.

Diego made a bow gesture to thank the public and he joined the nine other finalists.

You could feel the relief in every fibre of their exposed bodies.

Stephen Camel reminded everyone of the stakes of the evening for the hundredth time before announcing the next Hottie qualified.

As a coping mechanism to go through the longest and most intense minutes of his life, Christopher had gone very far in his mind, barely listening to whatever was happening, thinking about the most random stuff, his father potentially working in Rich’s agency for instance.

He had gone so far in fact, that even when the host shouted out his name, loud and clear, he did not make a single move.

“Mister Hottie Nebraska, Christopher Price.”

In the row right in front of him, Mister Hottie South Carolina turned around and called him out.

“Dude! Hey!”

Christopher looked at the handsome black man in front of him, perplexed.

“Christoper Price.” Stephen Camel repeated. “Is he going to faint again? Should we call the medics?” The host joked.

Only then, the reality sank in.

He was continuing the pageant and was still on the run for snatching the crown.

He ignored the comment about the fact that he was about to pass out, smiled to the large crowd before him and walked right next to Diego.

He was in the top twelve, he had not fallen on the floor and he was acclaimed by the audience.

As he took his spot, the suspense was unbearable for the final spot remaining and, to pretty much everyone’s surprise, it was Mister Hottie Kansas, Theo Fisherman, who had rather been discreet so far who eventually snatched it.

To be fair, the 24 years-old underwear model from Kansas City was looking gorgeous and was objectively one of the hottest men from the pageant.

Yet, there had been so much competition, it was everyone’s game.

 Thirty-eight men were immensely disappointed behind them.

But as it had been the case for the previous elections, the Mister Hottie pageant was not one to dwell on the so-called losers.

Once evicted, they had to leave the stage ASAP, no matter how much of them they had agreed to show for a spot in this contest, or how many cocks they had to suck to even get there.

If you can believe it, Nebraska had been one of the least corrupted pageants.

In many of the other states, a lot of fuckery had happened… Literal fucking between contestants and heads of the Committee. Some sextapes which resurfaced a few weeks later were there to prove it.

But well, not anything was lost for the eliminated contestants.

Every single Hottie would gain thousands and thousands of followers that night and was not it the main point after all?

“And now guys, stay tuned because the show is only beginning!” Camel announced.

Fuck… Only beginning.

Christopher needed to keep his head in the game if he wanted to make it. The competition would only get tougher from now on.  

“Indeed, our twelve Hotties are about to battle it out for a spot in the top five. As a reminder, every finalist will earn a ten thousand dollars check but only the great winner will be crowned Mister Hottie America, will represent the country for the entire year, and will earn a one hundred thousand dollars check! Ain’t that exciting?”

The crowd seemed to think that it was because the top twelve got the biggest applause of the night so far.

Christopher was overwhelmed.

But no, for the last time, he was not about to faint!

“Now, it’s time to get to know our Hotties a little bit better. First of all, they will give a short speech to talk about something important to them, and then, they will showcase one of their talents as the production had given the contestants free rein to entertain you! Should we get this going?!”

More cheers from the audience.

“All of this, and more, right after the commercial break!” The host finally said with a wink.

Phew.

The guys would, - at the very least -, have a few minutes to process what had just happened and collect themselves before the dreaded speech.

They were brought bottles of water as they had to stand still on the stage.

“Congrats man.” Diego told Christopher as he took a sip in his bottle.

“Thanks, you too… It’s no surprise though.”

He grinned at him.

“What do you mean, Nebraska?”

“That you’re here. Everybody knew you would make it!”

“Oh… Well, it’s no surprise for you either. We all saw the pictures from this morning, it’s clear that you want this, and the betting odds were putting you in the favourites as well.”

“Yeah… I guess… But we can never be too sure.”

“Exactly. And now, it’s do or die!”

Mister Hottie New Mexico abruptly faced the other way to end the conversation and Christopher started to get paranoid.

Was Diego only intent when engaging the conversation to distract Christopher from rehearsing his speech in his head?! Was he trying to sabotage him?!

Nope.

In this case, it was mostly the Nebraskan insecurities talking because the soap-opera star was very simply wishing him good luck and then, getting in the zone as he would before shooting a scene.

It had never been Diego’s intent to throw Christopher off.

During the commercial break, the audience was no longer in the dark and Chris found another distraction instead of rehearsing his speech.

He looked for his closed-ones in the crowd.

It was like a game of Where is Charlie? with more than six thousand characters to scan through.

That was indeed distracting and it helped calming his nerves.

He found his father right next to his mentor just before the show went back on air. The two were apparently in an in-depth discussion. The hypothesis of Jay working for Mateo was getting more credible by the hour…

Next to them, Hunter and Jason waved at Christopher. They seemed nervous for him.

They knew too well what he was going through even though this was a whole other level of craziness.

The audience was brought back in the dark as soon as Stephen Camel welcomed the viewers back to the, quote-on-quote, “most electrifying pageant show of the century!”

They always had to do to the most!

Come on Stephen, chill…

In the end, they were only talking of a bunch of hot guys standing in line in outrageously revealing and colourful swimsuits.

That being said, the speech segment which followed was interesting because it showed how much the contestants had evolved since the very first local election.

There was no stammering or awkwardness this time around.

The ten Hotties talking before Christopher (in the order they had been called in as qualifiers) were assertive, confident, and they knew exactly how to work a crowd.

Mister Hottie Colorado’s speech on his origins and the American Dream was a particular hit.

Mister Hottie Georgia’s coming out story took everyone off guards, including Chris who only then realized how genuinely horny Derek had been while they were in that damn bathtub together.

Although, was he not effectively turned-on himself?

Who was he kidding?

In any event and for sure, Derek scored some more points during this segment.

Needless to say, the gay audience was very much likely to vote that night and how could they not fall for the macho confessing and clamouring his love for other men on a national stage?

Mister Hottie Kentucky did great as well, insisting on his popular class background and the hard life of factory workers in the country.

It was almost odd to see the pageant boys go that deep (and not in a sexual way!).

Christopher wondered if, instead of introducing himself as an actor, he should have capitalized on his “man of the people” lifestyle as well.

Especially since his most outstanding performance as an actor (and in fact only one) had been for an advertisement for sexual costumes and consisted in masturbating in front of a camera may…

Well, he had made his choices and now he had to stick with them.

Unsurprisingly, Diego Garcia talking right before him made an inspiring speech on what it meant to be a Latino in America and on the importance to vote, not only to elect their Mister Hottie 2024, but in the United States general and presidential elections.

God damn it, Christopher’s little stunt on the perks of being naked would for sure look dull in comparison!

He had pictured every sort of obscene act to be performed on stage, but Chris had never expected his opponents to go such a serious route.

When Stephen Colbert turned to him and gave him the microphone, he reconsidered everything.

Should he try to say something more meaningful?!

“Mister Hottie Nebraska, just like your opponents, you have a minute to tell us about something that matters to you.”

Slightly trembling, Christopher grabbed the mic.

As he had been advised by Mateo, he took a deep long breathe before starting talking to recentre himself.

The other advice was to imagine the host entirely naked as he spoke. He did, and suddenly, he imagined the host with a micro-penis between his legs.

That sort of worked to decrease the stakes of the moment in his mind.

“Thank you, Stephen. Good evening, everyone. Good evening, America!”

His greeting was met with furnished applause.

Phew. He was still a crowd’s favourite!

“One thing that matters to me, as you may all already know, is the preservation of our beautiful planet Earth.” He started.

More cheering ensured although one loud guy did boo in the crowd. Probably a freaking Trump’s supporter.

Global warming is real, you dumbass!

“Alone, we cannot do much, but together, we can all decide to stop fast-fashion and build a better, more…”

Jesus, what was this word again? To say that you want to preserve something? To make it last…

A more substantial world? Preservable? Subtainal world? Sus… Suck? FUCK!

Even if he had wanted to do so, Christopher would not be able to make a very deep political speech here.

Thankfully, he had another plan ready.

“I mean, what I’m trying to stay here is, guys, you should wear less clothes, get naked more often, and… dang it, free the dick!”

Sure, that was a little wacky and certainly a bit of a bad taste but it definitely worked.

The audience started chanting “FREE THE DICK” so loudly and for so long that Christopher was never able to finish his speech.

It was ultimately not a bad thing since the Nebraskan was totally confused on what he was supposed to say next.

He was better quiet anyway!

“FREE THE DICK.”

“FREE THE DICK.”

“FREE THE DICK.”

“Get this trending on social media.” Petra did one of her rare interventions from her isolated booth.

When Mister Hottie Kansas began his speech, some people were still chanting in the name of the freedom of the cock and the poor guy had the most challenging time to be heard.

Christopher was feeling a little bad but he knew he was gaining hundreds of followers at that very moment.

You know how some people say: when they go low, we go high.

Well, sometimes, when your rivals go high, you must go low to stand out and make a name for yourself!

After Theo Fisherman’s shaky speech, two more segments were to come until the final five would be revealed.

The talent show, of course, and then, a dancing number in some jeans and a crop-top which intent was to give a more urban and casual feel to the pageant.

Christopher was worried about the dance, but as for the talent show, he knew that he had it in the bag.

Obviously, he could not tell how it would be received by the public but he was most prepared.

For once, he had been the one taking the initiative and insisting on Mateo and his team to get to express the talent he had been wanting to showcase.

It had been a tough discussion and compromises had to be made but, in the end, Christopher had gotten mostly what he wished for and he had been rehearsing his part for weeks and weeks.

Yes, Chris would be playing a part for one of his favourite movie scenes as some sort of a general audition tape for any director who would get to see this segment.

Honestly, it was probably the smartest idea Christopher had ever come up with.

This was the main reason why he wanted so bad to be in the top twelve and, right there, he was ready.

Although, he would have to wait for his turn. He was once again going in the eleventh position.

Contrary to the speeches, the talent show turned out to be as overly sexy as expected, if not more!

One way or another, practically each Hottie used it as an opportunity to show off more of their athletic, oiled-up, and pumped-up body.

As if the micro swimsuits they had just been wearing had not been enough.

Christopher was performing late, and therefore, he had to endure watching ten performances from his opponents as his level of anxiety was slowly increasing.

It was like every contestant was more outrageous than the last.

Nearly half of the guys went for a good old stripping performance as their “talent”.

It had been Mateo’s first suggestion for Christopher and it was no doubt the most logical path to take when you knew the history of the pageant.

The landscaper from Alabama, the young shameless jock from Alaska (who had already shown his cock in a previous segment), and obviously, Mister Hottie Georgia with his XXL cock all went full-monty.

Derek found himself hard as a rock on stage after stripping from a farmer’s blue-collar outfit on the tune of “You can leave your hat on”.

His cock was towering over the audience as a freaking weapon, ready to shoot.

At one point, he almost looked like he was about to jerk off and cum… But apparently, he was saving himself for later.

The night was still young…

For now, he only played with his nipples and spread his hairy musky ass-cheeks for the crowd.

Was this full performance really airing on live television, uncensored?!

It seemed difficult to believe.

If they ended up naked as well, at the very least, Mister Hottie Alabama and Alaska remained flaccid when they revealed their (quite massive) respective dicks.

Compared to Derek’s show, their strip-tease almost seemed classy!

Christopher could not really whine about how much his rivals were showing off. He had kicked the “free the dick” movement off after all, and the audience was always happy to chant the slogan anytime someone was ending up naked.

Vermont and Montana also chose to strip but the former was wearing a thong (with a print of the American flag) at the end of his performance, while the latter hid his cock with a cowboy hat to close the show.

If a strip-dance was the easiest path, there were a few surprise performances as well.

Pennsylvania did a very impressive circus number on stage.

Jason was wearing a semi-translucent pair of white briefs (leaving nothing to the imagination) as he was literally flying in the air on trapezes, doing things with his body Christopher did not even think were possible.

That was a great choice to get votes: freaking sexy with an undeniable wow factor!

Christopher bit his lips, forced to recognize that Jason Burke had style with his shining body, and impeccable motions.

It seemed like the spots in the top five were all filling up quickly with many jaw-dropping moments from the contenders to the crown.

West Virginia was the only one walking on stage with a suit… and to keep it for the entire duration of his performance.

His welcome was not as warm as the others until he shocked everyone with his voice.

The dude could sing and he gave an emotional rendition of “My Way” by Franck Sinatra who left many viewers teary.

It was like another potential winner was emerging one after the other!

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Mister Hottie Kentucky’s performance was a total blow.

Maybe he did not expect to be there and he had not sufficiently prepared but his attempt at a magic show where his clothes would slowly disappear turned into a cringy moment.

Due to some mistakes in his routine, Bryan ended-up naked way too soon in his bit and then, he just stood there for a full minute, not knowing what to do with himself, his face getting red from the embarrassment.

But then again, maybe people would find that endearing?

Who freaking knew?

Mister Hottie Colorado did a break-dancing number which was slightly less memorable but for some reason, he also ended buck-naked by the end of the choreography.

Great-looking ass by the way.

Christopher missed part of Noah Garner’s performance and the entirety of Diego’s number as he was himself rushing on stage to get into his own costume.

If you were wondering, Diego’s secret talent was to play the piano, but to make the moment more striking, he had decided to play Beethoven’s most famous piece “für Elise” in the nude.

Because… Why not?

Art should not be discussed; it should only be appreciated. Right?

Backstage, Marcelo Pacci was busy helping Christopher getting into his costume.

The thing was super-tight so he definitely needed a pair of additional hands to slide himself in.

It was tough to get his juicy ass inside the fabric and the operation took several minutes.

Wait… Did we even mention what he was wearing and whose character Christopher was about to play?

This was a Spiderman costume, designed by Pacci himself for the special occasion.

Christopher had always dreamt of playing his favourite super-hero in front of millions of viewers, and Mateo did not have the heart to prevent him from achieving his childhood dream.

Even if this got him to lose the pageant, he had to do it.

The agent mostly insisted on having the tightest fit possible to reveal as much of his protegee’s physique as they could.

Also, there would be no mask hiding his gorgeous face.

Obviously, Christopher was not meant to wear anything underneath the Lycra suit which needed to be glued to his skin so the audience would be able to appreciate his physique.

In some aspects, it was even more revealing than a pair of underwear.

Marcelo Pacci had outdone himself making some parts of the costume turning translucent when under the spotlights.

As for the content of the performance, Mateo had let Christopher free to play the scene he wanted, and however he wanted it.

It was his moment.

Diego was finishing the piano recital in his birthday suit.

Christopher breathed in and breathed out. He knew his lines, he knew what he had to do, and those couple of minutes were to be the most important of his entire life.

Finally, he had a chance to show his talent to the world!

Diego was getting an awful lot of applause on the other side.

As he was waiting for his name to be called on stage, Christopher saw his opponent bowing to the crowd and therefore exposing his asshole as he bent over.

The audience would not get the chance to see that part of Diego’s anatomy… Not yet.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage the CUM-BACK kid, Mister Hottie Nebraska, Christopher Price!” Stephen Camel announced.

Christopher walked on stage, or rather crawled on top of the short flight of stairs.

He was wearing his suit, so he was no longer himself.

Chris was playing his part, a spider, a super-hero, a man with a mission… He was moving quickly, frenetically even.

He could not dance to save his life but he could act. Or at least, he hoped so.

There was a gasp in the crowd as no one was expecting Spiderman to be invited to this indecent pageant.

He came out of nowhere.

The first element of surprise had worked fully.

Besides, it was not every day that one could see Spiderman’s big uncut cock so clearly through his suit.

People pointed at him, laughed, cheered and even screamed.

The scene seemed so out of place, and at the same time, so fitting.

But the excitement and surprise were slowly replaced by silence as Christopher stood on stage, took his time to create the moment, and looked down at someone who was not there.

His eyes were filling up with tears.

Something was happening and the audience stopped laughing for good.

Below him, the actor was imagining his aunt May… She was dead and Peter Parker felt responsible for her loss.

There, Christopher forgot all about the audience below him, the millions of viewers watching him, his opponents assessing him, and the panel judging him.

He was by himself, and he had lost someone very close to his heart.

Christopher delivered the only monologue he knew by heart, the one he knew since he was a kid, and the one he had had been rehearsing for weeks, a touching good-bye to his loving aunt.

He did it, and he did it very well.

At the end, he knelt down and started crying.

Well, that was definitely a twist nobody saw coming.

Maybe that would get him to the freaking top five… But did it really matter anymore?