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Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2024-10-15 10:00:02 +0000 UTCMISTER HOTTIE 2024
PART III: MISTER HOTTIE AMERICA 2024
Chapter 13: The Streisand Effect
Try to forbid something from happening, talk about how scandalous an event is, criticize it loudly, and probably, all you will get is more attention to what you are attempting to destroy.
That is the Streisand Effect and two days before the Mister Hottie America show, it was in full effect in the United States.
It was like the entire country was talking about the fifty contestants arriving in L.A.
The frenzy was getting so real that journalists were waiting outside the hotel where the contestants were supposed to gather and rehearse in the hope to catch some of their reactions or inside scoops on the nature of the upcoming show.
All fifty hotties had been given the same instructions by the Committee: No interview to the press before the big show.
Christopher spent most of his first day in Los Angeles locked up in his hotel room with Mateo, - obviously naked as per their ongoing agreement to have him fully comfortable with nudity -, working on his talent show.
The top twelve would have free rein on what they would present to the panel of the judges and to the public. They could do anything to showcase one of their talents in under two minutes.
The thing is Chrstopher Price was not very good at anything…
He could not sing, he could not dance, the only talent he had been recognized for so far was getting shamelessly naked in public, which, in all fairness, was quite an interesting asset to win the title of Mister Hottie America.
That being said, Chris was not feeling like beating his meat on stage (all over again) and he had convinced Mateo to trust him on his talent show.
I guess you will have to wait for the live-show to know more about his presentation.
That day, Chris also had to do a few posts on Instagram to promote the MYSTER-IX lascivious brand.
The marketing team had wisely waited for the anticipation for the show to be at its highest level to introduce Christopher, A.K.A. “Chris Cums”, as their brand-new worldwide ambassador.
The pictures and videos he had taken in Chicago were released on their websites that Thursday and going through them, the former factory worker could hardly believe he had agreed to shoot such erotic content.
He was all over the internet, wearing the most see-through and scandalous pair of underwear and sexual costumes.
Did he really accept to bend over and spread his ass cheeks to expose his pink asshole? Yes, he did.
Did he really stroke his fat cock in front of the camera in that ridiculous underwear without fabric on the front? Yes, he did.
Did he really cum in front of the entire MYSTER-IX crew? Yes, he freaking did! He had painted the damn camera lenses white!
And once again, he was filmed under every possible angle while doing so.
Christopher was mortified at first but according to Mateo, the great news was that thanks to the release of the pictures, he was owning the news cycle that day.
The Nebraska stud had the media’s attention and so close to the pageant, it meant a lot.
Still, the headlines were a lot to handle.
Journalists always had a way to make what Christopher did more scandalous than what it really was.
“Mister Nebraska, star of a gay sex-toy brand! Check his unbelievable pornographic promotional videos!”
“Mister Hottie America is full of horny folks, latest example? Christopher Price jerking-off for Myster-Ix brand deal!”
“From passing out on stage to cumming in the lenses of the cameras, Chris Cums continues his journey to gay porn fame!”
“You’re sure that will help my career on the long run?” Chris asked Mateo.
“Boy, what will help your career is to win this freaking pageant the entire country and maybe the world is talking about right now. And these news articles only put you even more on the map!”
Christopher nodded yes but he was unsure.
Mateo sighed.
“We’ve already discussed this, Chris. It’s the Streisand Effect, even if they talk about you to criticize your actions, they’re still putting your name out there and they give more people a chance to discover you!” Mateo insisted.
That was true.
The other bright side of his ambassador deal was that the posts he had to share that afternoon were all about his so-called “commitment” for sustainability and against fast-fashion.
An issue that the MYSTER-IX brand was apparently taking very seriously.
“Less fabric, more resistance, and luxury tailor-made pieces! We join Chris Cums in his effort for a better world. Respect the planet, please the people, wear less, wear MYSTER-IX!”
Sure, Chris had to learn about complicated words such as “sustainability”, “carbon footprints” and “circular economy” for the advertisement but it was worth it to improve his image and solidify him as a model with awareness.
He definitely needed to be taken more seriously to make it as an actor.
For his speech though, he would keep it simple and avoid the big words to prevent him from stammering.
It would work better if he went straight to the point anyway:
“Stop wearing so much clothes, stop wasting so much fabric, let’s get all naked together!”
Or at the very least, that was the plan if only he was making it to the top six.
After their first day in Los Angeles, the other contestants were arriving at the hotel. They had two days to rehearse for the main choreographies and shoot the official portraits.
Fairly quickly, it was clear that the stakes were much higher than back in Nebraska and everything was much bigger in L.A… including the contestants!
Christopher knew too well how difficult it had been to secure himself a spot in the national finals and he could only imagine how tough it must have been in other states with larger cities, where much more people were fighting for a chance at becoming famous.
In the end, all fifty contestants gathered there already had to overcome many obstacles and serious opponents to represent their states.
There were no longer the friendly ones on one side and the cut-throats on the other side, every single one of them was dead-serious about winning and Mateo had warned Chris, this time around, he could not trust or rely on anyone.
Besides, and maybe more importantly, at this stage of the competition, they truly all looked like super-models.
The Mister Hottie Committee had indeed managed to find the hottest American male citizens throughout the country and to gather them all in one place.
As soon as they started the rehearsals, it became obvious that most guys were keeping their cards close to their chests and they had trained relentlessly to be at the top of their games.
Their tans were on point, their muscles perfectly pumped and shredded, their attitude was cocky and sexy all around.
Noone came with their actual Greek costumes for the entrance looks’ general repetition to make sure that they would not get copied.
Also, most of them had their personal stylists and staff with them.
The Hotties had their entourage and consequently, a few hundreds of people were cramming in the hotel.
Marcelo Pacci was the MYSTER-IX artistic director taking care of Christopher’s looks during the pageant as per their endorsement contract.
He had joined them in L.A. on Friday morning for the last fitting.
It was expected that most contestants would use this “Greek” or “Ancient Rome” theme as an opportunity to show as much skin as possible.
Let’s be clear here, it was also Christopher’s intent for his first and most important catwalk of the show.
Nearly 80% of the competition would be eliminated after this introduction and therefore, you had to make an impact.
That being said, Pacci and Rich had decided to go a somewhat classier route.
The outfit was made with quality golden and bronze materials, - matching perfectly with Chris’ skin complexion -, fancy heavy bracelets and shoulder pads, and although the bottom would show most of his muscular thighs, it would not reveal his cock, which could not be said for many other contestants.
Christopher had really built his body up for this moment and he looked freaking hot wearing the costume.
Marcelo Pacci was literally drooling as he helped his talent putting it on.
Chris’ angelic still innocent face was a deadly winning combo when paired with his sculptural shredded body.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he beamed with pride.
It seemed almost impossible but maybe he could win this?!
Overall, the rehearsals were very professional and Christopher tried to hide that he was intimidated by most of his fellow pageant boys.
He was standing next to Diego Garcia, a stunning 26 years-old model representing New Mexico who was already a telenovela actor.
Diego had been starring for nearly seven years in a show called: “for always, amor”, playing the role of a student, turned stripper, turned doctor, turned policeman and in the latest intrigue, his character was locked-up in prison (where for some reason, no single inmate wore anything more than their tiny white briefs).
If only Chris could snatch a role in a daily television show for himself!
In a way, the sole fact that Diego was competing by his side was a great source of hope that he could land a role for himself.
If Mister Hottie was a legit competition for an established actor, it certainly was a potential stepping stone for his own career.
The only problem was that Diego seemed so much more confident than he was. And honestly, physically, the man was just stunning.
Because the guys were not wearing their official outfits for the rehearsals, the majority of them were simply wearing briefs, and rather skimpy revealing ones.
It was the case for Diego.
He was wearing one of his most iconic outfits for his telenovela’s character, a pair of blue tiny briefs he used to be wearing for all the scenes shot by the beach, closer to a thong than an actual pair of underwear.
Yes, you should watch more telenovelas if you do not already, they know how to keep your attention on the screen!
Diego Garcia was all hard shredded muscles, large and firm biceps and pecs, he was blessed with a symmetric face, sporting a well-trimmed bear, and his teeth looked so perfect and white, it almost looked A-I-ed.
The contestants knew that members of the jury as well as Mr. Pollard himself would oversee the rehearsals which explained for the most part why they were already acting so slutty.
Mister Hottie Montana, Gaston March, who was another favourite to win the whole thing (and already looked like a Greek God without needing any particular outfits) had come to the repetitions wearing a pair of grey jockstraps.
I guess, why not?
Mister Hottie Oklahoma, Arizona, and Colorado had picked the same scandalous outfit.
Christopher wanted to believe that his meshy black pair of MYSTER-IX underwear would be sufficient to be noticed.
Unfortunately, Navier Jackson, Mister Hottie Florida whom he had already met during his own State pageant had had a similar idea, only going a step further.
His big black cock was almost fully visible beneath a see-through thin and meshy white fabric.
Those guys really were doing the most… and it was only the first half hour of rehearsals!
All of this was of course being filmed by a large camera crew (much bigger than the couple of guys dealing with this at the state level) going from one contestant to the others and getting close-ups shots of their underwear.
The contestants were only learning where they were supposed to stand and when they were expected to walk forward on the stage but it looked more like a porn convention than a beauty pageant already.
All and all, Christopher only exchanged a few words with Mister Kentucky, Bryan Cooper, who used to be a factory worker just like him and may have seemed like the only normal dude of the bunch.
He was rehearsing in loose comfortable shorts which was simply making sense.
Chris did however stay as far away as possible as Mister Vermont, Noah Garner, who had almost snatched his deal with MYSTER-IX.
He was working with a competitive brand instead and sporting tight boxer briefs. Rather bland to be honest.
Sure, they looked alike and a couple of press articles had pinned them against each other, but Christopher did not think he looked as smug as his most direct competitor.
Once they were authorized to take a break after an hour and a half of learning their ways and correcting their postures, the guys took the full measure of the craze around the contest when stepping out of the rehearsal room.
Fans, journalists and protestors alike were snapping pictures of them or literally fighting each other as the hotties were passing by the hallways.
Some protestors were even attempting to spit or throw stuff at the models, while the fans were counter-protesting by taking their own clothes off “in the name of freedom”.
It became quite intense, so much so that the security had to intervene.
One obese guy was parading naked while others were throwing the nastiest insults at Chris and at the others.
Many contestants were shocked and rushed out of there.
Despite the chaos, Christopher followed Mister Hottie New Mexico’s lead, and just like him, he had made sure he would be front and centre of this mess despite the staff and security guards urging them to move along.
Poor Chris ended up with an egg thrown at his bare back and it was a big whole mess. The juice slid inside in his crack.
It hurt a little and it was for sure humiliating but it was worth it.
A few minutes later, the pictures and clips of the incident where everywhere on the Internet and on cable news channel where a couple of Congressmen were still strongly arguing to get the whole pageant shut down.
Senator Geroge Billions was simply hysterical as he was commenting the footage.
Once again though, it only brought more visibility to the contest and especially to Christopher whose semi-naked body covered in egg’s glare was shown on most national media the following night.
So much so that Mister Rich had a theory according to which Pollard would have planted fake protestors among the crowd to have people talking!
In any event, it worked.
36 hours before the Mister Hottie America show, the coverage of the event could have made you believe they were electing the new President of the United States.
No surprise that the MYSTER-IX’ team and Mister Prev himself were delighted by the free publicity for their underwear, which brand was visible on the talked-about clips.
Mister Rich could hardly believe how his boy had handled the incident.
He was like a totally different person from the naïve and innocent boy he had met six months prior.
Christopher was now feeding off on the scandals.
The more the nation would see of him, the more his followers were growing and the Nebraska boy was getting addicted to the attention.
The afternoon rehearsals went a bit smoother as the organization was asked to take stricter measures to ensure safety inside the hotel and on the live-show venue.
The hotties rehearse the dance they would have to showcase if they were to make it on the top 12.
It would happen right before the talent show.
Christopher was paired randomly with eleven other contestants and they had to go over the routine for almost six hours to get it.
It was draining and a painful experience for Chris.
Jason Burke, the Pennsylvanian guy was in his group and had already worked with prestigious circus companies. He was a trapeze artist and it showed.
That man knew how to move his crazy-hot body (yes, another one stunning dude) with such ease, it almost seemed like he was floating in the air.
They would catwalk in blue jeans with a grey crop-top that they were meant to throw off in the audience mid-through the choreography.
If Christopher had felt somewhat behind on the dance during his State pageant, there, he could tell that he was truly struggling.
In his group anyway, they all seemed to be professional at it.
That was one thing he had been lacking during his training for the big show: dance lessons.
He should have called Hunter for some help, they had remained in good terms and he would even be there during the show to support him from the audience.
Exhausted and no longer so confident in his chance of winning the whole thing, Christopher returned to his private room and watched the media go all about the latest developments surrounding the pageant.
It was pretty surreal to see his face (and barely naked body) on the television screen.
Somehow, being on television made his “fame” realer than any hundreds of thousands of people watching a live-stream or following him on social media.
To say the truth, it procured some odd tingles in Chris’ stomach.
He realized that he was hard watching a hot brunette reporter commenting on his appearance on television while blurred pictures of his campaign with MYSTER-IX as well as clips from that very morning were mixed together in the background.
The caption said:
“Mister Hottie contestants assaulted by conservative protestors ahead of tomorrow controversial show.”
That day alone, Christopher had earned 30.000 new followers on social media… and the show had not even aired yet!
Once again, his dick got harder at the thought.
Is getting turned-on by likes and fame a real thing?!
Chris fell asleep with a smile on his face and a firm hard-on pressed against his mattress.
Knowing what would be expected of him if he were to reach the top six and the explosive end of the show, he had wisely refrained from jerking off and cumming for the past few days.
Maybe that also explained the tingles in his body and his over-the-top sex drive.
Sweet dreams, Christopher…
The next morning was devoted to taking the pictures for the official portraits. Once again, it was deemed to get hot!
Hansee, the Nebraskan photographer was no longer there, the Mister Hottie Committee had hired a big shot photographer instead.
Romalvo was known for a famous series where he photographed mainstream celebrities (actual ones, like those handsome actors playing in superhero movies that Chris was such a fan of) in their baths.
It was an incredible honour for the contestants to take part in such an iconic series.
For Chris, it was almost a dream came true to shake hands with a man who had spent so much time with his idols.
To move along the process, the hotties were called by pairing to the shooting.
Christopher was for some reason paired with Mister Hottie Georgia, the second eldest to the contest (only beaten up by South Dakota), but with a high chance of winning the whole thing according to the betting odds.
Oh yes, they were unofficial betting odds by the way and Christopher was not too low on the totem pole.
He had quite consistently been in the top 15, and since his campaign with MYSTER-IX had aired, Chris was solidly in the top ten, even reaching number 3 for a few hours, right behind New Mexico and Georgia, after the incident with the egg.
Anyway, he met with his opponent Derek Scott formally as they waited for their turn.
They had been asked to go to the shooting in their casual clothes since they would have to change on set.
Derek’s idea of casual clothes was saying a lot on his personality.
The 39 years-old lumberjack had dabbled into bodybuilding for a large part of his youth and he must have been the manliest dude of a contest full of wanna-be celebs.
Derek, whether this was a strategy or just him being genuine, was standing out with his poorly tailored and dirty shirt, his ripped off jeans, and his brown boots.
He was friendly anytime he was talking with someone from the Committee but with his opponents, he only offered harsh looks and cold smiles.
Honestly, the man was sort of scary. Plus, he was very tall, a good five inches taller than Christopher.
The aspiring actor promised himself not to get intimidated and firmly shook his partner’s hands as he joined him.
Derek hurt him while they greeted, - damn, he was destroying his fingers -, but Chris pretended that it was fine.
“Ready, man?” Derek grunted.
It was like he was barking anytime he spoke.
“I was born ready.” Christopher replied, determined to show he would never back down.
“Which state are you representing?”
“Nebraska.”
“Hm… I would have imagined a more progressive one given your antics online.”
“My antics?”
“You know, the porn and everything.”
“I’m not doing porn!”
Shit, he may have been too defensive on this one.
“Hey, chill. I’m not judging at all; you’ve been bumping in the polls I saw.”
“I thought you did not know who I was.”
For the first time, Derek seemed startled. He had been caught lying.
It did not last long though. He smirked.
“Guilty. I suppose there’s no need to trash talk each other.”
“No, there’s not…”
“Let’s work together instead. You seem clever enough to collab. Interested?”
That was the damn first time in his entire life Christopher was called clever.
“What do you mean?”
“The pictures we’re about to take will only matter for the first portion of the show. Let’s make sure they turn out the best as they possibly can so we’re both in the top 12. Let’s make a big splash! Then, we’ll battle it out, fair and square.”
“Yes, that sounds about right.” Christopher agreed.
He was not expecting an alliance but it was honestly a great deal.
Alabama and Colorado came out from the studio wrapped in a towel meaning that it was Derek and Christopher’s turn to take some pictures… and coincidentally to take a bath.
Indeed, in the middle of a crew made of a dozen of people, (roughly the same size and same feeling as the MYSTER-IX’ shoot), Romalvo was waiting for them next to a large bathtub (or rather a hot tub) installed in front of a green screen.
“Welcome gentlemen. I heard that we were on a very tight schedule, but I also heard that you two were real professionals.” The photographer said, shaking their hands.
Christopher noticed Mr. Rich and Mr. Rat in a corner, chatting.
Mr. Rat, in his capacity of president of the Nebraska Committee was allowed to oversee his own State champion, he looked rather tense as he needed his home-boy to do well.
That did not prevent him from showcasing a huge bulge in his suit pants.
There was a woman there which was very unusual. She turned out to be Derek’s agent.
She looked a bit like Petra, her face was heavily worked with cosmetic surgery despite being barely 40.
Derek greeted her politely as they were told what they were supposed to do.
Each contestant would be shot by himself in the tub filled of hot water (and more or less foam) in the classic photographer’s style and then, the two hunks were expected to fit together in the bath.
At least, this time around, nobody was pretending that the goal was anything else than strong homo-erotic vibe.
The most outrageous they were being, the more chances they had to advance further in the competition.
Classic.
Anyway, the boys got naked hastily and Derek dipped his massive lumberjack body inside the bath first.
“Damn. That’s hot!” He exclaimed as he got in.
“Hot indeed!” The photographer replied with a wink.
Derek’s manhood let Christopher and the rest of the crew stunned for a little while as he turned around.
They were like mesmerized by the huge meaty sausage dangling between the daddy’s large thighs.
It was not the length, - although the cock was for sure long -, no, the most impressive part was its incredible girth.
Christopher had never seen a cock so thick and to think it was not even hard was crazy.
Limp, it was like a can of coke you would get in a vending machine.
What the damn hell?!
When Derek sat down in the bath and his dick disappeared under the foam, it was almost as a disappointment for Chris as it was for the photographer and the staff around him.
He had not suddenly turned gay or anything but dang it, a huge penis like this one deserved to be watched and studied!
Quite crazy how, although Christopher was hung himself, the fact that all the finalists had been picked on the size of their genitals, - for some of them, it had even apparently been the main factor -, made our aspiring actor self-conscious about his own size.
Yet, trust us, Chris was way above average down there!
As he was standing stark naked on the side of the shoot, he could tell that no one could care less about his flaccid cock hanging right in the open, when the entire room was trying to get a glimpse of Derek’s family jewels under the water.
Even Mateo who was normally so obsessed with Christopher had focused his attention on the stud from Georgia.
Discreetly, Christopher played with his cock to make it grow a little before it was his turn.
He had to show what he was made of!
On his side, Derek was making splashes in the water and doing the most ridiculous poses to make the photographer laugh and have original pictures.
Shortly enough, he ended up on all fours in the tub, his hairy ass well exposed above the water, all wet and shiny.
It was not only the abnormal girth of his penis which made Mister Hottie Georgia so freaking manly, it was also the thick patches of very dark hair which he was exposing proudly and his casual demeanour about being utterly shameless.
He was like a caveman.
A couple of times, he even farted!
For some reason, it made the crew even more infatuated with him.
When he turned back around and exposed his growing glistening cock above the water level (as expected, he was getting hard for the cameras), it was like the whole studio was hypnotised.
Christopher did not realize but his own jaw was dropped and he did no longer need to stroke his cock with his hand to make it grow stiffed.
Maybe he was indeed turning gay a little…
To be fair, with all that time spent working on the pageant, he had not fucked a girl in months!
In any case, it was now his turn to get in the bath and he was very motivated to do even better than Derek.
Georgia got out slowly, letting everyone take the impressive size of his now hard junks in.
He was handed a towel but he did not take it. Derek simply let himself drip and dry a few feet away from the tub.
Whether he was doing this to avoid having any rash on his skin, or because he simply wanted to show off, it was unclear.
It was probably a bit of both, but in any event, Chris gulped while he had a front row seat at Derek’s massive attributes right behind the photographer who was shooting him.
Of course, he could not let show that he was in any way flustered and Christopher pretended to be very comfortable playing in the now lukewarm water of the bath.
In all fairness, as lewd as the pictures were getting, it was nothing compared to the MYSTER-IX shooting and by this point, Christopher would have literally done anything for the Mister Hottie’s Committee to be satisfied with him.
He did the same outrageous poses as his competitor: kneeling in the bath, getting on all fours, pushing his cock above the water, stroking it… While adding his own moves to the mix: playing with his nipples, spreading his legs wide, showing off his feet on the edge of the tub.
Christopher knew that the feet people would be in front of their television the following night and every vote counted!
Finally, thanks to his obscene postures, it seemed like Mr. Rich, Mr. Rat, Romalvo and the others were focused on him.
Derek did not seem jealous though.
Looking at the scene, he was casually stroking himself, maintaining his enormous cock to full mast and licking his lips.
The thing is, Mister Hottie Georgia might have been the manliest contestant of the pageant, it did not change the fact that he was also very gay and right there, very into what he was seeing from Nebraska!
The duo pictures were sure to be promising and when the photographer said it was time, Derek could not wait to dive in.
What did they say again?
Oh yes, they needed to work together to have the most talked-about pictures of the pageant…
Well, it was about to be fun!
Comments
Devin
Mmmmmm,can’t wait to see what happens with the duo. But, although I am a gay man, I have mixed feelings about the story. This naive kid, Christopher, has been lead down a very different path than what he wanted and wants. I live in Hollywood and I can tell you, studios and scouts do not look for men that do porn. And although I think the gay sex aspect is definitely hot, I hate to see Christopher lead into porn. What other options will he have. Unless some miracle happens and he’s “discovered”, he going to have a sleazy life, and let’s face it, that is not what he wanted. His manager is a piece of shit. Maybe a real and new manager will approach him for a Mr. Mike stripper movie. This could end really great, or really sleazy. I’m anxious to see how you pull together the ending. It will definitely be a challenge!
Wendover
Yes, possibly Daddy Derek and boy Christopher will do a bit of friendly role playing with Daddy - prodding, plunging and then penetrating - his hot boy toy amidst the bubbles and splashing water of the hot tub. Leaving everyone panting, boned and hungry for more.
Arnold Stone
I really like this story because I feel like I am there myself. I can feel the atmosphere, I can see the characters in front of me, and I know what's going through their minds. I wonder what Christopher and Derek will do to steal the show from the others. Simulation will not be enough here, we need hard action!
