Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 04

MISTER HOTTIE 2024

PART I: MISTER HOTTIE WESTERN NEBRASKA 2024

Chapter 4: Wardrobe malfunction

“In no particular order, are qualified for the next and final round of Mister Hottie Western Nebraska 2024, the following contestants…”

Mr. Rat let the suspense hanging for a while, playing with the nerves of the ten hunks standing in their tiny white briefs in front of him.

For many of them, this local pageant was the peak of their shallow existence, their chance of leaving their crappy life behind.

Christopher was a nervous-wreck, pearls of sweat were dripping on his pink nipples.

He had done everything that he could to please the jury, he crossed his fingers that it was enough.

“Contestant number… Six! Terry Broadtruck!” Mr. Rat called first.

The bald (and bold), 31 years-old muscle daddy yelled a very audible “YES!”, and walked upfront in his sexy briefs.  

His provocations had worked on the jury.

Or maybe it was his fat ass which had gotten him to the top five?

Either way, he was in the race to win it all.

“Congratulations, Terry. Now… The next contestant qualified is… Number Ten! Caleb Wilson.”

No surprise there, Caleb barely had any reaction except for a faint smile when he joined Terry.

Everyone had seen this one coming, including him.

Chris was getting increasingly anxious behind them.

Only three more names would be called for the next round. He started to wonder if the stammering during his speech or the fact that he may have been a little too shy had costed him his spot.

“The next candidate who has made it, is… Contestant number… three! Jason Melloney.”

The blond 19 years-old saluted the jury members gratefully and took a few steps forward as well.

He seemed surprised to have qualified.

Only two more names and seven contestants were left standing! This was getting tough. Contestant number 1, Gary, was mumbling incoherent stuff.

It was hard to believe that Christopher had only recently heard about the pageant because right there, it had become the most important thing in his life to be part of the top five.

He was already regretting not baring his ass like Caleb to ensure his spot… He would not make that mistake again!

“The Mister Hottie adventure continues for… Contestant number… Five! Pablo Alavarez! Come join us!” Mr. Rat called.

The nut-slip had gotten the Latino a spot in the top five!

Pablo flexed his biceps and joined the others with a large smile, displaying some extra-bright white teeth.

“One more spot left… It has been very difficult for the members of the jury… But we have decided…”

Chris held his breath.

He felt the pressure getting to his peers on his side.

Everyone was tense. It was the last shot for the six of them.

“The final contestant qualified is… number seven! Christopher Price!”

PHEW!

That was him!

He made it. He had really made it!

Mateo Rich threw his fist in the air, backstage. For his plan to go well, his new talent had to qualify for this crucial next step.

Very proud of himself, and feeling closer than ever to his big break into the entertainment industry, Chrstopher joined the others.

This moment alone was worth all the stress and little embarrassments which had been preceding.

Once Mr. Rat had announced the contestants who had made it, Petra continued the show with a word for the ones left behind.

“And a big thank you to contestants 1, 2, 4, 8 and 9 who were worthy adversaries.”

Chris and the others gave them a mediocre round of applause. It was pretty short lived.

Petra looked at the five losers and seeing that they were not moving, she added harshly: “Please, leave the stage now.”

That was tough. Chris was glad not to be in their spots.

Soon enough, the top five contestants were called backstage to get into their swimsuits for the final round of the competition.

Only three of them would be selected for the much bigger show of Mister Hottie Nebraska set to happen in June.

The odds were now in their favour.

Mateo was more excited than ever when he met again with his boy.

“Good job, Chris. We’ve got this, I mean, you’ve got this!”

Christopher was shaking.

“I can’t believe it. They called my name last; I thought I… God… Thank you, Lord! I was so worried not to make it.”

“Don’t thank the Lord, idiot. Thank me!”

“Oh, sorry, Sir… Thank you…”

Mateo rolled his eyes.

Christopher was hot but damn it, he was dumb!

“Take off your briefs, we have only a few minutes to get you ready for the swimsuit walk and your competitors won’t go down easy. We need to make an even bigger impression.”

Chris immediately obliged and found himself, once again, naked in front of his agent.

“How will this be different from the underwear walk?”

“This segment is more focused on highlighting your body as if you were at the beach. Your muscles should be shining with tanning cream and various oils, or being seemingly freshly wet, as if you were just out of the water. Also, you’ll notice, the swimsuit is a bit more revealing than the briefs.”

“More revealing?”

Christopher did not really buy this.

How could any piece of cloth be more revealing than the micro semi-translucent briefs that he had already been made to wear on stage?

Well… It turned out that it was possible.

“Like this.”

Mateo handed what felt like a ridiculously thin and pointless piece of fabric to Chris. The thing was bright yellow, fluorescent even.

“What’s that?” He genuinely asked.

“The swimsuit, Chris! What else could it be?”

The hunk could not believe his eyes.

This could not be. There was less material on this fluorescent tissue than on the sexiest and skimpiest thong of her ex-girlfriend!

It was a single string, barely anything at all slipping between his fingers.

“Mr. Rich, I cannot wear this!”

“Not this again, boy! I thought you were done with the whining. Have you seen your competition? Those guys are ready to do anything to get their spot. They’ll get naked on stage if they have to.”

“But this… I mean…”

“What’s the problem? Look, I guess the Committee wants to make sure that the contestants are comfortable in their own skin before sending them on the big stage, in front of a large audience, in Omaha. Take this as a test drive.”

“A test drive?”

“I thought you were a man who loves challenges!”

“I do…”

Upon closer examination of the so-called swim-suit, even with the willingness to go with it, Christopher realized that he did not even know where to start to put it on.

He assumed that the super-thin string would go on the back and the tiny pouch would go on the front, but how would that hold? Besides, it was way too small anyway.

Seeing his model lost and confused, Mateo intervened.

“This is the front, those parts are for the sides, and this is for the back.” He explained.

Christopher gulped.

“I don’t know, man…”

Mateo grabbed his face. It was time for a serious peep talk.

“Hey, Chris. Listen to me, you’re in the top five, meaning that statistically, you have more chances to make it to Omaha than to be eliminated. If this is really the test that I think it is, just putting the swimsuit on and walking confidently on stage will guarantee you a spot.”

“Okay, but…”

“And when you’ll get there, at the State level, it’ll be nothing like here. Five grands for the winner, an audience of a thousand people, and a chance to get to the biggest show on American television! You really want to miss your shot to participate?!”

The pep-talk worked.

Christopher remembered too well how he felt when he was praying for his name to be called among the top five, he had promised himself he would do anything not to have any regret.

Of course, that was all before he had seen the outrageous swimsuit…

“You’re right! I cannot fail… I… I have to qualify… Mister Hottie Nebraska is going to be such a big event, right?”

“Right! And remember, there’s no public here! Only a handful of professionals will see you in these, that’s no big deal.”

“Yes, exactly.” Chris convinced himself.

“Ok, put that on. We don’t have much time.”

“But… How?”

“Come on, boy, am I really gonna have to do everything?”

Mateo played the part of being impatient.

In reality, he was over the moon that the stud needed his help to put the scandalous outfit on.

Although, “outfit” may have been too much of a strong word for the piece of cloth.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I’m just very confused with this. I… I don’t know how to put this on.”

“Gimme that, and just… Lift up your right leg.”

Christopher obliged as his mentor got busy below him. His face bumping into his dangling uncut cock.

“Like that?”

“Yes, now lift up the left one…. Perfect… Here you go.”

Mateo kept on pulling up the thong until it was over Chris’ peachy bum.

Obviously, the cunning mentor made sure to adjust the model’s junks so they would fill the pouch nicely, without slipping out too much.

That being said, the thing was so tiny that there was nothing which could be done to make it all fit. Those balls would be seen by the jury for sure.

“God… That’s… That’s a lot.” Chris mumbled, as he felt the yellow string stretching inside his ass crack.

He was fully exposed.

“I have to admit, they did go all out on this one… They must have had a deal with the brand or something.”

That was true, a sex-toy company had sent a few outrageous pieces to Mr. Rat for the organization of the local pageant.

“I’ve never thought that I would wear something like this. Ever.”

“Don’t worry though, this looks insane one you.”

“You think?” A faint smile crossed Christopher’s face.

“This is really going to help the most shredded and fitted boys in the competition and you’re definitely one of them! Besides, only the official portraits we have shot earlier will be used publicly I bet. This is only for a five minutes runway walk.”

Mateo felt Chris’ chest and his v-lines as he commented his great shape.

“Maybe but everyone’s about to see my ass. The string is really… It’s really going in!” Christopher confessed.

He was almost amused.

The nerves were getting to him, no doubt.

“Only a handful people are gonna see you. And, boy, your bum looks great… Although…”

“Although, what?”

“Well, looking at your rivals back there, I can already see they’re doing everything to stand out and to improve their chances.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at those guys, it’s taking two different staff members to oil Caleb’s entire body!”

Indeed, not far away from them, Caleb’s team was very busy getting him all shiny as the favourite from the competition was standing there, stark naked, his arms in the air.

“Fucking hell… I have no shot at this.” Christopher spoke.

“Hey! You’ve got me, on your corner. Caleb’s also been part of the agency but look who I’m helping out today!”

“Yes, but it’s only because he has already another team dedicated to him…”

“Of course, but I am the one who brought him there! Just like I’m going to bring YOU to the top.”

Chris smiled.

“Really?”

“Look, I’ve got you covered. I’ve brought this great lotion with me. It’ll look fantastic with your light tan. Just turn around, we don’t have much time to take care of that.”

Not thinking twice, Christopher lifted his arms above his head to offer his body to his mentor.

The next five minutes were passed creaming every single inch of his adonis physique until he was fully shining.

Unsurprisingly, Mateo spent an awful lot of time in his ass region, - the oil really needed to get deep -, and then, around his groin.

“Sir… I… Please… Be careful, if you keep touching me there… I may…”

“You may, what, boy?”

“I may get excited… My groin is a sensitive area.” The boy admitted, ashamed.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on in the middle of the competition, Chris? This is a professional environment, a very serious pageant.” Mateo scolded him.

What a joke, Mr. Rich certainly was not short of nerve!

“I’m sorry, Sir… It’s just my dick… I cannot control it sometimes. And I’ve tried to refrain from… You know, from milking it, as you advised before the show.”

“Now that we’ve started this, we don’t have the choice, I need to get the oil everywhere or it would simply look silly. But if you’re growing too big, your cock’s gonna poke out for sure, probably even rip the swimsuit off.”

“I know, that’s what I’m afraid of!”

“On the plus side, having a fuller pouch and a bigger cock to show off never hurt anyone.” Mateo spoke in a lower voice.

“What? That’s just insane talking! I cannot go on stage, hard! Especially not wearing this.”

Christopher had to put his foot down at some point, right?

He wanted to become a great actor; he could not do such crazy things with his image.

“Of course, not. I’ve just told you; this is a professional pageant. All I’m saying is that a little semi could be good for your odds.”

“Oh… Well… I’ve lost my libido now, so anyway…”

“Maybe I could help you out? Where did you say that my touch was making you feel good?”

“Man…”

“Come on, let’s get this a bit bigger… You’re kinda smaller compared to your main rival here and I’m pretty sure Caleb’s getting his cock pumped back there. Let’s not offer him an unfair advantage.”

Christopher looked around.

He considered the offer but he did not want anyone to think that he was gay.

Dang. His father would probably kill him if he saw him right now…

But what his old man knew about making it into the entertainment industry?

Jay Price had spent 25 years working in the same depressing factory only to go home each night to watch the same cable news.

That being said, Chris’ mother did mock his father many times about a failed acting career before they split up, calling him “never Brad Pitt” or “wannabe De Niro”.

Those were only childhood memories for Chris so he was not too sure, - it was before his mom had left the house -, but rumour had it that the old Jay had once tried the show business for himself.

It was back when he was Christopher’s age, or maybe even younger, but apparently, his failure had only left him with a bitter and resentful attitude.

Christopher had never dared questioning his father about it. He would have probably called his mother’s a “cunt lying bitch” anyway.

Wait…

Why was he thinking about that now?

“ONE MINUTE BEFORE THE SWIMSUIT WALK!” The staff member called.

Christopher snapped back to reality.

He caught Caleb now exposing a strong hard-on. Damn. That was impressive.

“So, Chris, how can I make you a little more excited?” Mateo rushed him.

“Just… Just touch it…”

“It?”

“My cock! Just touch my cock, Sir! Play with it! Make me chubbier!”

Christopher shut his eyes, barely processing what he had just asked another man to do for him.

Of course, this was only for the sake of winning this local pageant and getting further in his career… But still.

“No homo”, right?

As you can imagine, Mateo did not hesitate for one second to help his protegee and he felt the goods as requested, left and right, sliding his hand inside the micro-thong which was about to snap in half as it was stretched to its limits.

The cock was as warm and deliciously meaty as the agent had imagined.

He loved feeling a flaccid uncut dick, pulling the foreskin, playing with it, uncovering the red cockhead.

The slow but dedicated work of Mateo’s skilled fingers achieved their goal, Chris’ cock had never resisted a good groping and it was for sure growing into a nice semi.

Christopher was quite amazed to realize that even if it was another dude performing the hand-job, it worked just like when it was a hot girl doing it.

Crazy, right?

As he was getting really into it, he had to fight with himself to come back to his senses.

“That’s enough, Sir… I… I cannot get fully hard.”

“Oh yes, right. My apologies, I just wanted to have your cock exactly where it should be… Let me just adjust the materials in the pouch now. Your junks are a little too large but… Well, better to have this problem than the other way around!”

With one last rubbing of Chris’ genitals to (tentatively) make everything fit in the so-called swimsuit, it was time to go back on stage for the final round.

Christoper was sporting more than just a semi and only the vision of his rivals, displaying the same kind of “excitement”, reassured him on the fact that he had made the right decision.

Besides, his dick would for sure deflate when he would go walk on stage. The high pressure would do that to any cock.

As the remaining contestants, oiled-up and pumped, were waiting to be called back, it was obvious that the atmosphere had drastically changed.

Things were heating up for real.

“Please, welcome back to the stage our top five!” Petra announced, before calling each man individually.

“Number three, Jason Melloney… Number five, Pablo Alvarez… Number six, Terry Broadtruck… Number seven, Christopher Price… And last but not least, number ten, Caleb Wilson!”

Chris was very intimidated by the other hunks but he tried to appear as confident as he could.

The most difficult part was to ignore how strange it was to walk with a string rubbing against his asshole, and to pay attention to his dick which was ready to escape the pouch at any given moment.

Terry and Caleb looked like they had done this for their entire lives.

They were way too happy to display their assets and to flex their oily bodies on the stage.

To be fair, Terry had experience walking with a thong during the bodybuilding competitions he had taken part in half through his modelling career for fitness apparel.

Pablo was doing the most on the other side of the stage.

He was well-aware that his balls’ slip had gotten him there, and now, he had half of his veiny Latino cut cock out of his pouch already!

As for Jason, he was the only one in the crew looking uneasy. Sure, he was trying his best but he certainly was lacking the confidence (or shamelessness) of his peers.

He was putting his hands over his junks most of the time, and although his body was oiled, he had missed some spots on his bare smooth ass.

Also, the Christian cross was still there, tightly wrapped around his neck, acting as some sort of a charm to prevent him from slipping on the naughty side.

Christopher powered through his own embarrassment. He flexed, posed, and even massaged his greasy pecs and bum to please the jury.

No regret! Right?

The judges were way more enthusiastic than before, which helped the guys getting even looser on stage.

They were clapping and cheering.

The show was both ridiculously hot, and also, downright just ridiculous as each Adonis was wearing a micro-thong of a different fluorescent colour like a fucked-up version of the Power Rangers.

Yellow for Christopher, red for Caleb, pink for Pablo, blue for Jason, and green for Terry.

They were free to do whatever they wanted on stage, - no one had given them precise instructions -, and when Caleb started twerking, Pablo followed suit, the two himbos stealing the attention of the judges by uniting their forces.

To respond to them, Terry started a dance number, (although “dance” is certainly not the most appropriate word to describe whatever he was doing), which had him going on all fours and crawling around the stage.

He arched his back lewdly and his fat bare hairy ass was like a full moon rising inside the room!

Terry was the first one who had to suffer from the most dreadful wardrobe malfunction.

Stretched to the limit in this new acrobatic position, the string lodged in his ass crack snapped and the swimsuit thong dropped on the floor.

Yes, you read that right, Terry found himself stark naked on the stage!

Christopher saw it happening as he was trying to catch the jury’s looks by spanking his own juicy ass.

Now that one of the contestants was in the nude, they would certainly call off the pageant or at the very least, evict Terry from the competition.

Naïve Chris could not have been more wrong.

Against all odds, Terry chose to own the incident, picked up the fluorescent green piece of cloth from the floor, and threw it at the judges before lifting his hands in the air.

“Nothing to hide here!” He howled as he exposed his uncut super-sized white cock to the judges.

For the first time, some of them seemed genuinely shocked by the situation, but with a quick nod, Mr. Rat deemed that it was okay and the show continued.

The only problem was… Being naked was now offering an unfair advantage to Terry…

Caleb and Pablo ripped off their respective thongs simultaneously making their fat cock swing in the air.

“GOOD LORD!” Petra exclaimed.

Now, this was just wild and close to being downright pornographic.

Jason and Christopher looked at each other.

Were they willing to go that far to have a chance at making into the top three?!