Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 12

MISTER HOTTIE 2024

PART III: MISTER HOTTIE AMERICA 2024

Chapter 12: The Ambassador

“And the winner of Mister Hottie Nebraska 2024 shall be…”

Christopher held his breath.

The cum was still dripping from his fat uncut cock.

Thousands of people were watching him...

“The hunk holding the title tonight is…”

Chris looked on his side.

Joaquin and Hunter were all wet, dripping as well, looking sexy as fuck.

Petra kept playing with the unbearable suspense. She was the worst.

“The man coming home with a five thousand dollars check, and his ticket to compete in Los Angeles next Fall…”

The crowd was going absolutely wild.

The latest portion of the show had been an absolute hit among the gay audience and the hundreds of thousands of people who had tuned in online.

#MisterHottieNebraska was trending on social media.

“The contestant who will be representing the great state of Nebraska for an entire year and compete for Mister Hottie America is…”

Why was Petra taking so long?!

Could not she get to the freaking point?

“THE WINNER IS…”

The only thought crossing Christopher at this instant was to not faint again. No matter what. Dang. He was feeling shaky.

Could it really be him?

Could he win?!

“CHRISTOPHER PRICE!” She eventually howled in her microphone.

It could be him… and it was indeed him!

The young 21 years-old factory worker was crowned Mister Hottie Nebraska 2024.

Hunter hurried to hold his new buddy in his large arms. The professional stripper had been very fair-play all throughout the competition.

He smeared cum on Christopher’s thighs while he hugged him. Joaquin also joined them for a triple-hug and it became a real sausage fest.

Golden party favours fell from the ceilings.

And suddenly, Chris was lifted up in the air by his two co-finalists.

He had truly made it.

On that instant, he was a king.

“Christoper Cums, Christopher Cums, Christopher Cums!” The crowd was chanting.

Christopher started to cry on stage and he glanced at Mr. Rich and his father hugging in the audience. They were proud. Their boy was the big winner.

Despite everything, his father had gone a full 360 to support his only son.

The Price family had never won anything.

Chris felt like a super-star.

Mr. Pollard put the crown on his head. He also slapped his ass. Why not?

Still buck-naked, Chris walked forward on the stage and felt the applause and clamour for long minutes.

It was all worth it… He thought. The pressure, the humiliations, the stress, the insults… It had been very challenging but, in that moment, it was worth it!

And this was just the beginning.

*

-- Three months later --

“Mister Hottie America to make a splash on Channel 5 this Saturday night!

Until the very last moment, it looked like the show would never be aired… Last week, even the American Congress was talking about the outrageous pageant!

The ultra-conservative Republican Senator George Billions going as far as advocating for the imprisonment of the Mister Hottie National Committee’s President, Mr. Pollard.

Yet, the Streisand Effect once again worked plenty as the outrage and polemics only seemed to have served the controversial beauty contest.

The 6.000 tickets for the live-show have been sold in a record-breaking time and Channel 5 is expecting abnormally high ratings this Saturday evening.

Director of programming, Chuck Gore stated:

“There is absolutely no legal ground to forbid this television show from happening. Freedom of speech and of self-expression remains a fundamental right in this country and I will fight to preserve Channel 5’s liberty of tone!”

We bet that the publicity made to the channel and the advertising prices rocketing are no stranger to Gore’s sudden passion for freedom of speech and male nudity.

When asked about what to be expected and if this would be a family show, he replied:

“I cannot guarantee a show suited for all ages, but I can promise a one of the kind spectacle! Who does not want to see fifty handsome hunks showing America their talents and competing for a worthy prize?!”

Showing their talents… And their penises!

Out of the fifty states’ elections which have taken place throughout the year, the majority featured naked segments, and a good half of them even offered what people have called “pornographic live-shows” during which the finalists ejaculated on stage.

Yes, you read that right!

Wait for masturbation to become an Olympic sport!

Not constrained by television’s rules, - the local pageants were only streamed online and authorizing 18+ adults in their venues -, the Mister Hottie contest has broken all the boundaries in the field of beauty competitions.

Mr. Flynn Pollard, who incidentally is the former editor in chief a gay pornographic magazine, owns up to his editorial choices… and more than that, he seems to relish on the scandals.

“In today’s world, you have to be naïve to think that people would be shock at the sight of naked bodies! Have you been on Twitter, or sorry, X lately?! I can promise that our show will be much tamer than what anyone can find online.”

Yet, Pollard does not consider his pageant to be pornographic.

“There is absolutely no penetration on the stage and it remains primarily a contest to elect the hottest American man. Everybody talks about the nude segments but the participants also have to make speeches, to dance or to walk in various outfits. Nudity and sensuality are parts of every adult’s life. In the end, the Mister Hottie’s contestants are simply asked to be their true authentic selves…”

Still… Our investigations have shown that twenty-two contestants (nearly half of the entire cast) already run an x-rated page online.

Many “Hotties” – as they are called – even seem to have entered the contest on the sole purpose to promote their erotic content all over the internet.

“What our contestants do in their private lives is none of our concerns. The participants will solely be judged on their merits and performances on Saturday.” Pollard assured.

We could not find out more about the nature of said performances but at this point, all bets are off!

The fifty Hotties should be arriving in Los Angeles tomorrow morning for the two-day preparation of the show.

Navier Jackson, Mister Hottie Florida, has already teased a snippet of an exclusive rap song he might perform on stage, confirming the rumours of an actual talent show at some point or another.

Another contestant, Christopher Price, Mister Hottie Nebraska, who became viral since he had fainted live during his own election, (before masturbating and ejaculating in front of the audience!) told us that he felt confident about a top 12 finish.

This will be the first big step for every one of them.

A panel of 10 judges and the public will eliminate up to 38 contestants after the first portion of the show!

The first hour of the pageant promises to be deadly for the shameless hunks’ hopes and dreams. And contrary to the local selections, all the votes will be registered live.

Then, the twelve contestants will battle it out for the crown and for the 100.000 dollars check. The money prize has been elevated last June to match the hype surrounding the contest.

Each participant has already earned a few grands winning their state’s elections, but most of them mainly want to capitalize on their new-found fame.

Christopher Price can now count on 85.000 followers on Instagram, a crazy number for this country boy who has never left his hometown in Western Nebraska.

But he is not the only one gaining traction from the pageant: Mitchell Parker (Alabama), Alfonzo Lopes (Missouri), Derek Scott (Georgia), Diego Garcia (New Mexico), Cody Palmer (Alaska) and Kurtis Dawson (Arizona) can all claim to have earned more than 150.000 new followers following their selection.

An incentive which seems to be sufficient for many young Americans to wish to take part in the contest.

Mr. Rat, president of the Mister Hottie Nebraska Committee, was sharing with us that the local committees were overflown with request from young studs, avid of fame and fortune, for 2025.

Who will become the first ever Mister Hottie America? Who will win the 100.000 dollars and a juicy model contract to represent the Mister Hottie pageant next year? And what surprises does the Committee have in store for the big television show?

One thing is for sure: we will have a lot to write and to talk about on Sunday morning!”

*

Christoper and Mr. Rich read the national paper together in the taxi ride from the airport.

They had arrived in Los Angeles a day early to accommodate Chris to the city and rehearse his (secret) talent show.

At this point, neither of them was surprised by the tone or content of the news article.

The Mister Hottie pageant had been under an intense scrutiny for the past months and this was culminating now that they were only a few days away from the actual show.

As Mr. Rich had told Christopher probably a hundred of times: “any press is good press”!

Especially as it was the pageant’s organization which was taking most of the heat, the contestants were mostly benefiting from the visibility.

Having the name of Christopher mentioned twice in the paper was a victory in itself.

Of course, Chris had been called a whore many times online, the clip from his shower jerking-off performance was on every porn website, and he had been criticised for selling his body for fame but he was okay with that.

He had learnt a lot since his very first meeting with Mateo Rich.

The aspiring actor could deal with the critics as long as the opportunities that he had always dreamt of were (finally!) coming his way.

He also knew that many of his former opponents from Nebraska were dead-jealous of his success and Christopher could not feel better about it.

Caleb Wilson who?

Who even remembered who that guy was?

Christopher excitedly posted a story on his Instagram as he discovered L.A.X for the first time.

The simple fact that he was flown out to L.A. – all expenses paid -, was a dream came true.

That being said, the vast majority of the “opportunities” he was getting were not really about acting gigs, but more about getting Christopher stark naked all over again.

Namely, a brand of underwear had asked him to become their main ambassador.

Chris’ initial enthusiasm quickly turned into a conundrum when he met with the artistic team of the brand.

Obviously, Mr. Rich had gone to the meeting with him and they had flown to Chicago together.

Back in September, it was the first time that Chris was boarding on a plane. Even if it was for such a short one-hour flight, it was impressive nonetheless.

Mr. Rich explained that he was afraid in the air and he grabbed his talent’s thigh for the entire duration of the flight “as reassurance”.

To be fair, the two had become so close, - Christopher getting naked each time he was walking inside his mentor’s apartment -, that a little bit of groin rubbing in an air-plane was not a big deal.

It did not take a rocket scientist to understand that the more open Christopher was getting, the more chances of become famous he would get!

And believe us, by this point, Christopher Price wanted nothing more than to be famous.

Also, when you have already nutted in front of a live audience, it becomes very difficult to startle you. Every other shameless act looks dull in comparison.

Once they had landed in Chicago, Mateo reminded his protegee how he was expected to act with the big bosses of the “MYSTER-IX” underwear brand.

“They have not selected you for sure to be their ambassador. I heard they’re also seeing two other Mister Hotties: Iowa and Vermont. Vermont has a very similar profile to yours; I think he’s your direct competition.”

“I’m not afraid of the competition!”

Mateo smiled at his boy.

“The contract is not that interesting financially, although it will be of great help for investing in your Mister Hottie victory, but aside from that, MYSTER-IX is part of a larger group owning many of the big luxury brands… That could be a great way in!”

Christopher did not need any convincing. He had been super excited since he had been invited to the meeting. It was like everything he had worked so hard for was coming into fruition.

“Don’t worry, Sir. You know I’ll do my best! Besides, I’ll take any job at this point.”

The big news in Christopher’s life that week was that he had left his job. He had decided to go all in on his modelling and acting career and having to be at the factory every day was preventing him from making many moves.

Even his father had agreed that it was time for Christopher to take the leap.

To say the truth, Mister Price was even tempting to try the modelling gig for himself since Mateo had told him he could have a shot.

Apparently, there was a market for older men, especially for a good-looking redneck not afraid to get down and dirty.

Anyway, Christopher needed time to prepare for the national pageant, build his communities on social media, and hit the gym multiple times a week so his body would look perfect on the most important night of his life.

The five grands he had earned in Mister Hottie Nebraska helped a little but he needed to make more money fast.

For instance, the contestants learned that they would have to create their own costume inspired by “Ancient Grece and Ancient Rome” for their first and crucial catwalk during Mister Hottie America.

Obviously, there was a way to do this at a very low cost by wearing a white drape or something, but most contestants were already working with renown stylists.

There was no doubt in his mind: Christopher needed the money, the connexions, and he would become the brand ambassador, no matter what.

Maybe he should have looked through the MYSTER-IX catalogue before accepting a meeting though…

As they were waiting in the lobby, it became abundantly clear that this was not a traditional or normal clothing company.

“Sir… What is all this?” Christopher asked, confused.

He was mainly pointing to a gigantic two feet size pink dildo erected (appropriate choice of word here) in the centre of the lobby, the word MYSTER-IX was written in white letters on the silicon oversized balls.

“I think it is pretty clear what it is.” Mateo replied, sitting on a chair shaped like a butt.

Christopher did not even realize that he was himself sitting on the reproduction of a tongue sticking out of a mouth.

“But… I… This is crazy!” He stuttered.

“God, you really have to get rid of this redneck mentality, Chris. This is the big city. People are not so sensitive; they are liberated here.”

“Wow… When I was hearing things about the decay of liberal America, I just did not think we were at the stage where… where…”

He could not find the words to say what he meant exactly.

“Boy, you did check the MYSTER-IX website before coming here, right? You know what they do?”

He looked at the floor, ashamed.

Lately, Chris had been so busy reading comments and messages about himself that he had not taken the time to investigate his potential client.

To be fair, Mr. Rich was dealing this kind of things for him and he trusted him completely.

His agent told him that he would model for an underwear line of a company based in Chicago and once he knew the travel tickets were booked and paid for, Christopher did not worry anymore about it.

“I… I know they’re selling underwear.”

“They are.” Mateo sighed. He was mostly faking being annoyed. In fact, he was pretty happy that Chris did not know more. “Take a look at this flyer, boy.”

Mateo grabbed a large piece of paper, bright pink, from a display unit and handed it to Christopher.

The model read quickly:

“MYSTER-IX – The LARGEST, BIGGEST and JUICIEST sex-toys providers for gay men in the country!”

He gulped.

“Sex toys?” Chris was flabbergasted. “Gay sex toys?” He insisted.

Alas, they could not discuss this issue further since Mr. Prev, the important marketing director with whom they had scheduled a meeting was walking towards them, all smiles.

“Gentlemen. Welcome to Chicago, welcome to MYSTER-IX!”

He greeted them warmly.

“Thank you, Anthony. Stunning sculpture you have here.”

Christopher realized that his mentor and Mr. Prev were on a first-name basis. This was not too surprising since they had talked beforehand to organize this very meeting.

“How was the trip from Omaha?”

“Very fine. It was the first time on a plane for Christopher.”

Anthony Prev looked perplexed.

“A first time… Have you… Are you telling me that you’re now a member of the mile high club?!”

Mateo burst out laughing but Christopher did not understand what was funny.

“Anthony! You little filthy man! I meant, literally, it was his first time travelling by plane. I didn’t imply anything else.”

“Oh…” The marketing director realized his mistake. “I see.”

“Very nice to meet you, Sir.” Christoper said, trying to sound more confident than he actually was.

Despite the lewd display of sex-toys everywhere on the floor, the offices looked pretty legit, intimidating even. About fifty persons were working there, designing, marketing, overseeing the production and distribution of adult accessories around the globe.

They were also selling sexy costumes and underwear, and this was the part where they needed Christopher.

“See…” Mr. Rich whispered in his ear. “You will not work with the dildos but with the brand-new underwear line! That’s fine.”

Christopher was not fully reassured but since, for a moment, he actually thought that he would be asked to shove large dildos up his virgin tight ass, it turned out that it was not that bad and he could finally breathe normally again.

When Mr. Prev showed him some of the underwear, he even found a few of the samples decent-looking.

His capacity to enjoy a pair of sexy underwear had greatly improved since Mister Hottie Western Nebraska.

Six months prior, he was shocked by a pair of tiny white briefs, now, he was so used to the thongs that seeing micro-speedos with bright rainbow colour did not evoke any sort of reaction.

Only later, Christopher was confronted to the racier models which made him doubt his involvement with MYSTER-IX but for now, he was back at wanting the job and he did everything in his power to have it, including flirting with the obviously gay Anthony Prev.

Mr. Rich had coached him for this exact situation.

“Most of the people working in fashion are gay, you know that, right? Well, instead of being weirded out by it, you absolutely need to use this to your advantage, Chris. If they are in love with you, they will hire you!”

On that regard, he was absolutely right.

Christopher did the whole drill he had been trained for to impress the marketing director, and sometimes, it was up to the smallest details…

Spreading his legs when he was sitting, not having any underwear on to make sure his penis line would be fully visible at all times, incidentally touching the interviewer’s shoulders when greeting him or anytime there was an opportunity for a slight contact.

And maybe most importantly, laugh to Prev’s jokes and always go with the flow!

We said it before and it remains true, Christopher Price was not the sharpest tool in the shed, that being said, he had become a master at seducing gay guys who could help him advance his “career”.

Finally, Chris had understood the power he had within him… The underestimated strength of the handsome straight hunk, willing to give attention (and more) to the gay men in power!

It definitely worked with Anthony Prev.

Half an hour in the meeting, he was already proposing to sign the one-year contract.

Eighteen thousand dollars for a year representing the MYSTER-IX brand with photoshoots, video advertising, and sponsored posts on his social media.

The ambassador contract also offered help for the making of the Ancient Greek costume with a professional stylist from the brand, and travelling expenses.

Mister Rich had negotiated the limitation of the exclusivity clause to “sex-toys and adult style underwear” so Christopher would keep his freedom to work with other clothing and underwear brands.

Signing this 25-pages document, he was over the moon.

Chris was Mister Hottie Nebraska, he was represented by an agent, he was invited to Chicago and he was now the official ambassador of a brand-new line of underwear!

That was all great until it came time for the shooting the next afternoon.

On set, only a few of the samples Christopher had seen in Prev’s office earlier were there.

The pairs of underwear he was supposed to wear in front of an entire crew made of two photographers, a videographer, a director and of course, the marketing heads, were much more salacious.

Yes, even more salacious that what he had been meant to wear during the Mister Hottie contests!

There were a couple jockstraps, a couple of harmless thongs as well, but there were also full latex coveralls, nylon stockings for men, mesh and fully translucent briefs, - the purpose was apparently for the cock to be fully on display -, and as the cherry on the cake, Christopher did not even know these types of things existed: there were pairs of underwear with… no front!

Yes, basically the opposite of a pair of jockstraps.

Baffled, Christopher held the tiny briefs which were leaving a large hole on the front.

Because of the obvious confusion, Prev had to show Christopher how this was supposed to be worn using some of the existing male models working for the company.

A black dude came in the studio a couple minutes later, walking confidently towards them, his flaccid dick dangling in the air.

He was wearing a pair of black briefs but his cock was hanging out, and we mean, completely out.

“What do you need boss? Roger told me you wanted to see me in this outfit.” The model asked, unbothered to show off in a room full of clothed men.

“Nothing, Reece. I just needed our new ambassador to get a feel of how this is supposed to look. A great fit on you, as always.”

Only then, Christopher got it.

It was not that he did not know how to wear this thing, the whole purpose was to let his genital free from any fabric!

“What is even the point of wearing anything in this case?” He asked spontaneously.

A part of the team laughed; the rest of them, including Reece, seemed outraged by the question.

Mr. Rich seemed about to lose his cool on his favourite model. A talent should not speak during a shooting, his only job was (obviously) to look good!

“You think the purpose of a pair of briefs is to cover your genitals, in 2024?” Anthony Prev asked Christopher.

“Well yeah… What else would it be for?”

The marketing director burst out laughing.

“So cute!”

At this point, Chris had to speak to his mentor. He felt like they were mocking him.

“Sir… Can we talk privately?” He asked Mr. Rich.

The agent sighed.

“Of course. Can you give us a minute, guys? We’ll be right back.”

The crew was seemingly annoyed but they let them go. Reece whispered something in the director’s ear.

“Those are porn stuff, not underwear!” Christopher snapped as soon as they were isolated. “Who even wears this shit?!”

He had come a long way but when he felt like things were going too far, Chris could come back to his senses (for a minute), and put his foot down.

Or at the very least, attempting to do so.

“What are you saying, Chris? These are underwear, they’re subversive and provocative ones, I admit, but this has nothing to do with pornography. You’re not asked to be sodomized by other men, aren’t you?”

Funny, Mr. Rich could have said: “you’re not asked to fuck any girl” to make his point, but instead, he had taken the specific example of having Christopher getting fucked himself, and by men, plural.

“No?” Christopher replied, unsure. “I… I’m just promoting underwear.”

“And they target a specific audience, that’s all.”

“Gay men!”

“Yes! What are you now, a homophobe?”

Christopher’s face got red.

“No! Of course, not! I… I just…”

“Look, you’ve just signed your first contract of your career. I have put my own reputation on the line. And right now, there are a dozen people out there wondering why their newest talent is having a tantrum as if he’s Marriah Carrey or something.”

The young Nebraska stud felt awful.

“I’m sorry… But… I… I’m simply not sure this is the best move for my career. Everybody already thinks that I’m a desperate dude who’s going to sell sex-tapes and porn online… I thought this contract would be the first step out of it.”

“Listen, people know you from fainting and cumming on stage! Don’t you think that modelling outfits, even if they are a bit scandalous, is a step up?”

Christopher thought about it.

That was actually a good point.

“I guess…”

“I thought you were comfortable with your body now. All the training we did at my place to get used to be naked and proudly flaunting every inch of your anatomy. Was it all for nothing?”

“I am comfortable. This is not about that. I’m fine… I was just… I simply need to be sure that this is the right move.”

“Take this as an actor gig, Chris. You’re only playing a character. I mean, if you want to opt out, we can leave but I’m not sure it’d be a great decision.”

“What about the contract?”

“You signed it a few hours ago; people break their contracts all the time. I’ll find a way to compensate Prev. If this is your decision, we can leave.”

Ironically, it was the idea that his mentor was willing to give him a way out which convinced Christopher to go through with the shooting.

“Maybe I’m over-reacting…” He conceded.

“This is just a job and you’re being well-paid for it. In a few weeks, we’ll be in Hollywood, think about that!”

Christopher was thinking about that, all the damn time. He smiled. Mr. Rich always found the right words.

“Okay. I’ll do it! This is a modelling job and I’m a model now. Fuck it, this is cool!”

“Exactly! That’s the spirit! And have you seen all the staff mobilized for you? What message this would send to the professionals that you’re having a melt-down or that you’re quitting. You’re a champ, Christopher, a winner, not a whinner!”

Now, Chris had a whole different worry.

“Shit! You think they’re gonna regret hiring me? They’ll believe I’m a diva or something?”

“I fear that they might be talking behind our backs as we speak, and maybe even, calling Noah Garner.”

“Who is he?”

“Mister Hottie Vermont… Their other potential candidate I’ve told you about.”

This was everything Christopher needed to hear to run back on the shooting set.

He had a brand-new attitude.

“Sorry guys, I just wanted to collect myself before starting the shooting. I want to give my best to reach your expectations!”

Truly, Mateo was playing this boy like a fiddle.

Although, to be fair, Christopher was working him as well.

After all, Mr. Rich had to use his own savings to organize this Chicago trip. He was also going above and beyond to help the jock in the show-business industry.

You see, if he was primarily using Chris as fresh meat for his own eye candy, the agent had grown to like the boy very much and it was actually hurting him seeing how much he was now appreciated by hundreds of thousands of people.

The more success Christopher was achieving, the more Mateo had to share him with the world.

The agent’s perverted smile disappeared when he saw Anthony Prev feeling up his boy.

Mateo was consistently torn between keeping Chris for himself, fulfilling his promise to make him famous, and doing anything to see him dive deeper in sleazy productions.

By this point, he was pretty convinced that he could make Christopher agree to shoot some gay porn movies for real… It would not be easy but in a few months, the redneck would be ready.

As Christopher was dressing up in a wrestling rainbow singlet with a large piece of fabric missing on the front to let his large uncut cock dangle, Mateo started to wonder if he had not created a monster whom he would not be able to control.

Despite his initial reluctance, once invested in the shooting, Christopher seemed to be having the time of his life.

Was his cock getting a bit fluffier as he was changing outfits? Did he really ask one of the male assistants to help him peel off the latex gear? Was he really getting on all fours for the photographer while wearing a jockstrap?

Dang! He was showing off his asshole, that was new!

His sweet, pink and tight virgin hole.

You bet that Prev and the rest of the crew were living for it… and taking advantage of Christopher’s open-mind.

They made him take more lascivious positions, - was it really necessary to have him spread his ass cheeks? -, until the art director made a final suggestion.

“Don’t you think the pictures and video clips would even look better if the penis was erected? I mean, the model is so gorgeous, it would be a shame not to use it fully. What are you thinking guys?”

Christopher and Mateo looked at each other but it was the ambassador who talked first.

“Sure! Let’s do it! I can get hard!”

The agent gulped.

Things were definitely slipping out of his control as Christopher was now stroking his big cock for the cameras.