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Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2024-06-30 10:00:05 +0000 UTCMISTER HOTTIE 2024
PART II: MISTER HOTTIE NEBRASKA 2024
Chapter 10: Finale Six
The second day of rehearsal was pretty hectic but it went on without any major incident.
The contestants were way too busy rehearsing, they did not have time to post scandalous pictures on social media or to fight each other.
In the end, there was a two-hours show to prepare and even the Mister Hottie Committee did not have time to play mind games anymore.
Everyone was dead-focused.
Mr. Rich joined Christopher in the afternoon to make sure that he was ready and in the proper mindset to compete.
He was.
In the last weeks, Christopher Price had changed tremendously.
The shy country boy had turned into an adventurous model who was, slowly but surely, learning to use his assets, all of them, shamelessly.
There was only one part he did not have much time to rehearse, and that was his speech.
"If you forget the words, just look dumb and smile. The speeches will be rendered right after the swimsuit walk, so I'm not sure anyone will focus on the content of what you're saying anyway." Mr. Rich told him, wisely.
Only then, it struck Christopher that he would be talking while wearing a scandalous swimsuit. The piece of cloth was basically a thong and let most of his genitals show.
Not once though, he considered quitting.
After all, his massive cock was more likely to help him score some votes than his poor eloquence.
At this point, he should even thank the Committee for making wear pieces of clothing that revealing.
As the show was approaching, the guys were hustling backstage, preparing their various outfits, and trying to rehearse their walks and dances one last time.
Christopher tried to stay away from everybody else.
Purposely or not, it seemed like some of the contestants were making things even more confusing by repeating wrong moves or giving false information.
Sabotage was real.
At 7:30 PM, they were called to put their casual look on for the first runway.
White tank top and blue jeans, just like they were wearing for the official portraits.
The twelve contestants would walk on the stage for a first introduction, they would present themselves and only then, the host would come up on stage to join the boys.
Outside, the audience was already taking place in the venue. They were excited, shouting some of the names of their favourites.
Christopher was not sure that his father would be there. Despite the importance of the event, he had been firmly against the pageant since the very beginning.
Honestly, he liked it better that way. It would be easier to perform without his dad's gaze upon him.
In any event and no matter what he was doing to relax, Christopher was heated and sweating proficiently.
Finally, after a half hour of pacing around and sweating in their white tank tops, it was time for the show.
"Good luck, everyone!" Hunter encouraged the guys.
He was probably the only one genuine about wanting to make a good show. Most of the contestants would like it better if their opponents were falling face down on the stage.
A member of the staff was waiting right next to the stairs leading to the stage, he would be giving the go to each contestant to come up.
Their running order had been chosen randomly.
Or so the Committee had said anyway.
Mike was the first one called out on the big stage.
There was a huge cheer when the contestant appeared and walked up to the mic.
"Hellooooo, great city of Omaha! I'm Mike Corner, 22, and I'm a mechanic."
Aldo was called second.
"Hey, everyone! I'm Aldo, 28 and I'm a carpenter! Welcome to the shooow!"
The applause was significantly louder for the Italian carpenter.
The audience already had their favourites and Aldo was living for the attention, flexing his biceps and making his large pecs bounce underneath his tank-top.
Such a little slut… Christopher thought, before realizing he was himself pulling on his tank-top backstage to make sure that more of his skin would be exposed.
Noah, Jin, and Jason were called next.
"I'm Noah Hassan, 21, and I'm a professional football player!"
"My name is Jin Park, I'm 25, and I'm a professional model."
"Wow, you all look amazing, Omaha people! I’m Jason, 19."
The reason Jason did not mention his occupation or job was that he did not have any.
Still, he did get some furnished applause. He was certainly not the boldest contestant, but his innocence had definitely his charms and he was offering something else compared to his eleven opponents.
That being said, his cheering was nothing compared to the explosion of applause (and even screams) when Daddy Joaquin walked on stage.
He was already a favourite after the pre-selections but the recent sex-tape had made him a proper sensation within the gay community and guess who had gotten tickets for the x-rated pageant show?
The audience in the venue was almost 90% masculine!
"Hello, Omaha! I'm Joaquin, I'm 36, and I'm your new favourite personal trainer."
When Bastian walked on stage, it was pretty clear that the enthusiasm had died down a little. Poor guy.
"I'm Bastian Lewis, 22, and I'm a Law Student."
Bastian had a gay pride flag drawn in the palm of his right hand.
Finally, Christopher was called in right after.
Sweaty, nervous as he had never been in his entire life, but ready to give his all, Christopher climbed the few flights of stairs to finally walk on the stage and face the crowd.
His voice was a bit shaky but thank God, he had not stuttered.
Chris walked across the stage, barely seeing anything.
It was a miracle he did not fall off.
He did not even acknowledge Devon walking on stage, right behind him. Being applauded by 2.000 people at once had been too overwhelming for the aspiring actor.
It also procured him some odd tingles in his stomach.
"Good evening, Omaha! I'm Devon Williams, I'm 24 and I'm a nurse." His opponent exclaimed.
Someone yelled "and a pornstar!" in the audience and that brought Christopher back to the reality of what was going on.
He came back to himself as the three final contestants were making their introductions.
"Good evening, everyone! I'm Steven Grand, 24 and I'm a painter."
"Are you ready for the show?! I'm Caleb Wilson, 22, I'm a digital influencer and I am freaking ready to ROCK YOUR WOOOOORLD!"
(Yes, Caleb always had to do the most…)
"Omaha, make some noiiiiiise! I'm Hunter Pallow, I’m 26 and I'm a dancer."
(While Hunter could not help himself from shimmering on the stage…)
If the cheering from the audience was any indication, Hunter was one of the clear front-runners of the evening.
His appearance on stage made the crowd go absolutely wide. The fact that he lifted up his tank top to show his six-packs abs certainly helped.
And there they were, the twelve contestants, forming a beautiful line of fame-angry hunks.
Christopher could not help feeling an immense sensation of accomplishment, being there, acclaimed by so many.
He looked through the audience and his heart almost stopped beating.
Right in the front row, his father was staring straight back at him.
He was there!
His first thought was a sentiment of pride, he had made it, his father was finally on his side; His second thought was quite the opposite... Damn, the strip-dance and the barely naked speech to come!
His father would witness it all.
At the exact same time, the hosts, plural, walked on the stage.
That was the second huge surprise of the night for Christopher.
Petra walked in, wearing a superb red gala dress, but she was accompanied with someone Christopher was only too familiar with.
Local news-weatherman and current boyfriend of Chris' ex-girlfriend, Larry Scott, was the co-host for the show!
"Welcome to the first annual election of Mister Hottie Nebraska!" Petra shouted in her mic.
"We hope you guys are ready for a night to remember!" Larry added, a huge (creepy) smile on his face.
Christopher had to refrain from leaving his spot and punching the guy.
It was insufferable to see him on television, but it was a hundred times worse having him host the most important night of his entire life.
How did that even happen?!
Thank God he was not part of the jury, or Christopher would have probably not stood a chance.
Talking about the jury, Petra was the one introducing them.
Surprisingly, or not, they were all men.
"Give a round of applause to our amazing panel of judges: Mr. Hansee, photographer, Mr. Mendes, choreographer, Mr. Rat, president of the Mister Hottie Nebraska committee, we owe him a lot tonight, and Mr. Navier Jackson, freshly elected Mr. Hottie Florida..."
Mr. Hottie Florida stood up and waved at the crowd.
One thing was for sure, he had deserved his title.
He had a beautiful dark skin, brown large eyes, - very hypnotizing -, and was built like a professional athlete. He was wearing a mesh fishnet top to showcase his muscular hairless chest while sitting on the panel.
Chris had already heard of Navier as he had released a scandalous rap song including such beautiful lyrics as: “I’ll plough your wet pussy so hard you’ll faint; you’re my little bitch and I’ll make you bark!”
Who said rap needed to rhyme?
He was also simulating hardcore sex with Miss Hottie California, recently elected as well, in the video clip.
And yes, in case you were wondering, they held the pageant for women as well.
"And of course, please welcome the President of the Mister Hottie’s national committee, Mr. Flynn Pollard himself."
The Former editor in chief of a gay-porn magazine nodded politely.
Pollard was properly terrifying.
He was only 60 but his face had been through so much plastic surgery that he looked almost nothing like a human: his mouth was four times his original size, the skin around his eyes, on his cheeks and his forehead had been so pulled that he was unable to express the slightest emotion, and he was wearing a black roll-neck making him look as if his head was floating in the air.
He was the President of the jury... and of this entire competition.
Certainly, Christopher would have never signed up if he had seen Flynn Pollard on the initial flyers.
He gave a few words of introduction, whistling like a snake in the microphone, talking very slowly and having a break every couple of words.
"Oh... My beautiful contestants... Hmmm... The Nebraska Committee... Hmmm... Has done a wonderful... Hmmm... Job pre-selecting those twelve hotties... May... Hmmm... The best man... Win."
His intervention created an awkward silence in the venue for the very first time.
That was chilling.
You could tell many bad things about Flynn Pollard but he definitely was not lacking charisma. He was carrying a strong and unique aura anywhere that he went.
Christopher had to get his head back in the game though.
No matter how strange this first bit had been for him, as we say in the biz', show must go on.
The boys were asked to leave the stage and to put their swimsuits on while the rest of the jury was giving a word on this "beautiful and light-hearted competition".
As he was hurrying backstage, Christopher could not miss Larry Scott's judgmental look.
And the weatherman had seen nothing yet...
The first appearance was certainly the tamest one. Now, it was time for the blue thong-swim-suit!
The guys were taking a page out of Hunter's book as they were pumping their cocks before putting on the ludicrous swimwear. The more cock and balls would poke through, the better it was for them.
Christopher tried to forget that his father was in the audience and, as he quickly changed, he also gave a few strokes to his uncut cock.
If you could believe it, the behind-the-Scenes crew was still there, wandering around the contestants like vultures in search for any sneak peak of their anatomy.
In all fairness, they did not have to search hard.
The vast majority of the hunks were displaying their junks onto the lenses of their cameras on purpose.
Five grands were on the line, as Petra was reminding the audience in that exact moment.
Already, the contestants were being rushed back on the stage, in the same running order.
Christopher got to see the bare asses of Mike, Aldo, Noah, Jin, Jason, Joaquin and Bastian, trapped in the little thong, before walking on stage himself.
Aside from Also and Joaquin, the other boys had shaved heir bums and could present an immaculate ass crack to the jury.
Christopher walked around the stage next, under a trendy pop music with all the courage he could muster.
This time around, he did notice the loud enthusiasm of the crowd during his passage and that gave him a boost of confidence he definitely needed as he noticed his ex-girlfriend in the audience, not so far away from his own dad.
Mindy was probably there to support her boyfriend… Unless she only wanted to mock her ex… Unless she was actually excited to see Christopher in a thong?
Good Lord, that was a lot to think about. Were they purposely trying to increase his already stratospheric level of stress?!
On stage, Larry gave Chris a playful slap on the ass as he passed him by.
He did that jokingly for multiple contestants, but he seemed to spank harder when it was Chris' turn.
The prick!
Once all the studs had done their walk, it was time for the dreaded speeches.
Since the pre-selections, the boys had worked their oratory skills and many of them did pretty well.
Of course, most of the discourse was empty, filled with banalities and referring to convenient charities picked only for the sake of the event.
Most of the Hotties had no idea what they were talking about.
Overall, let's say that it was good enough for brainless jocks.
To be noted, right before Christopher talked, Bastian had delivered a moving and quite gripping speech on homosexual's rights and more importantly, persistent preconceived ideas on queer people.
He seemed genuine and even teared up by the end of his speech.
That worked very well with the crowd, - well, most of it, Christopher's father was far from being convinced by it -, and it was a very tough act to follow for Chris.
He felt a bit silly as he walked centre-stage in his tiny revealing swimsuit. The string was buried deep in his ass crack and he feared another wardrobe malfunction.
Already, one of his balls was practically hanging out.
"Hello members of the jury, hosts, and..."
Seeing Larry Scott's smug face as he was openly making fun of him startled Chris a little.
He lost his words and train of thoughts. A pearl of swear dripped from his forehead.
Remembering Mr. Rich advice, he smiled like an idiot to compensate.
He also spread out his muscular thighs a little more. When in doubt, he would always score more points with his dick than he would with his speech... The left ball achieved to escape from his thong.
"Mister Price?" Larry Scott pressed him.
The asshole loved every second of Chris' freaking out.
"Hello... Hello spectators watching live and... and people watching from home."
That was a bit hesitant but he had to keep going.
Christopher tried to focus.
He was an actor, this was a part, he could do that.
"Tonight, I... I wish to take this opportunity to put a light on the awful conditions under which people are working on the other side of the globe to produce and distribute fast-fashion clothes. We can do something about this. All of us. We can... We can buy more ethic clothes or..."
He had rehearsed the next line a lot and this had to land.
He took a deep breath before talking again.
"Or... We should stop wearing clothes at all!"
Under a thunder of applause at the suggestion of nudity, Christopher turned around to expose his ass to the crowd, the string being buried so deep that he looked practically naked.
The closest spectators could even have a glimpse of his pinkish anus.
The stunt definitely worked as everyone had forgotten about his poor elocution.
They were not there to hear a Harvard speech. They wanted flesh and bones. And preferably, big veiny juicy bones...
Devon, after him, tried to make a serious speech on the difficulties encountered working in a public hospital, but it seemed like no one cared about him anymore.
Chris' banging body had galvanized the crowd.
One guy even shouted from the audience:
"Chris, turn back around again! We need to see more!"
Only Hunter created another exciting moment when he did a hip-thrust on the floor to end his speech on the importance of physical activities and working-out.
"And if you don't like sports, you can always find other ways to move your body..." He had said, as he went down to grind.
The message was pretty clear.
"Well, well, well! That is one electric way to end a speech!" Petra exclaimed, hysterical.
She had not changed since the pre-selections.
Still in their swimsuits, the guys were then called to line up as the top six was (freaking finally!) about to be announced.
The crowd was growing impatient and Larry Scott specified that more than 30.000 people were watching the stream live, breaking a record from another state election.
Petra invited Flynn Pollard on the stage so that they could announce the results together.
It was difficult to hear them as the audience was shouting more than ever.
Hunter and Aldo’s names seemed to be coming back a lot.
Christopher's heart seemed about to explode in his chest.
"We are going to call the name of the six qualifiers, in no particular order." Petra announced dramatically.
A suspenseful music began and the lighting changed. This was getting real.
"Can we have some silence in the room?" Larry Scott demanded.
He was way less smug since Christopher had gotten a large support from the audience.
They waited a couple more minutes before giving the results.
"Is part of the final six and still a contender for the crown... Mister Hottie... Joaquin Alvarez!"
The hairy and muscular daddy walked forward in the swimsuit, - way too small for his size -, and he bowed to the audience as a thank you.
His thick dark pubic hair was simply obscene but people seemed to love it.
His qualification was no surprise at all.
Now, the question was, would Devon join his partner in crime?
Strangely, although he was at the origin of the sextape, Devon had gotten way less traction from it than Daddy Joaquin.
People were seemingly more into the straight daddy turned gay than anything else.
"Joining him in the top six... Mister Hottie... Aldo Bianchi!"
Another unsurprising qualifier.
The carpenter thanked the public and gave a quick hug to Joaquin.
Apparently, the public had it for the hairy muscular lads.
"You have given him your votes... The next qualifier is... Mister Hottie... Mike Corner!"
This was the first semi-surprise of the day.
The mechanic who had not been a major hit on social media had still beaten half of the contestants to the punch.
Some guy audibly shouted "that's rig!" but he was quickly overshadowed by applause.
Mr. Rat seemed delighted to see Mike moving forward… You bet!
"Nine Hotties are still waiting for the verdict and only three spots remain... Who will they be?!"
The suspenseful music intensified.
This was becoming unbearable.
Christopher feared that he might be pissing himself from the stress and anticipation.
"Taking the fourth spot... Please... Let's give a round of applause for... Mister... Hunter Pallow!"
This was to be expected and Chris was genuinely happy for his new buddy.
He deserved this, and probably, to win the entire competition.
Hunter danced his way to the centre-stage and bowed down to show his appreciation to the audience.
His swimsuit almost snapped in half as he bent over.
Although Chris was okay with this result, it also meant that only two spots were up for grab.
"Now... You have also chosen to see more of... Mister Hottie... Jason Melloney!"
There were some booing and gasps in the crowd, as well as some furnished applause.
Jason took a few seconds to move from his spot and to join the final six.
He was stunned, non-expecting one bit to make it that far in the competition.
He walked to the other qualifiers with a sincere look of surprise and gratefulness on his face. His Christian cross was still solidly wrapped around his neck despite his overly sexual outfit.
Were his grandparents appalled or proud of their grand-son in that instant?
And what was Jason thinking about? The satisfaction of winning the public votes or the nervousness of stripping on stage in only a few minutes?
"Seven men waiting... One last spot remains..." Petra announced.
She was very grave. It was like someone was about to be announced dead or something.
Christopher wanted to puke.
He started to have weird visions.
He tried to pace his breathing.
“Who will advance to the next round?”
Chris was seeing many worthy opponents surrounding him and he did not believe that he stood a chance anymore.
Caleb had a huge community on social media, Bastian had moved everyone with his speech, Devon had been fucked deep in the ass by one of the already selected contestants.
It was a tough bet.
"And our sixth finalist is..."
Christopher was literally shaking from head to toes.
"Mister Hottie..."
The boys had to keep on smiling, no matter what, they had to win or lose gracefully.
"...Christopher Price!"
Chris heard Petra say his name and the crowd exploding in front of him.
That was a complete shock.
He walked a few steps before him, - he had to join the others -, but then, the stars in front of his eyes intensified and…
He fainted on the stage, right there.
He fell, face down, on the bare feet of his best enemy, Caleb Wilson, his thong ripping in the process.
Comments
Kiefer3
Dude you know I love your writing but this has been a painful read for me. I'm hoping for some of the drama I love you for. 10 chapters in...
memo2dt
I wasn't a fan of Christoper fainting either, but not once did I equate it to being feminine or less studly. It's amazing and crazy how each of us perceive things. Although I did/do think that the others see blood in the water and band together in hopes of trying to make sure he is the next one eliminated. I personally think he can recover from this
