Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 02 (Patreon)

MISTER HOTTIE 2024

PART I: MISTER HOTTIE WESTERN NEBRASKA 2024

Chapter 2: Glow up

Less than a week after meeting with Mr. Rich for the first time, Christopher found himself taking part in the local election of Mister Hottie - Western Nebraska - 2024 alongside nine other contestants.

Only three of them would be selected by a jury of professionals to compete in Mister Hottie Nebraska 2024, taking place in the month of June in the city of Omaha.

The stakes were high and Christopher was very nervous.

It was his first opportunity to be seen by professionals.

He would have to walk on a small stage and make a speech, and he would be judged for his looks, body, and charisma.

The morning of the competition, he met with Mr. Rich at his place (also known as the agency’s office) as his mentor was supposed to give him a ride to the competition and to advise him all throughout.

Mr. Rich was very excited, a day surrounded by willing dumb hunks competing for a shot at fame, solely judged on their physique, that was the kind of things which made him want to wake up in the morning.

He had already told his new talent to train himself speaking in front of a mirror, to rehearse a short speech, to shave the hair on his chin to enhance his sharp jawline, - Chris barely had the glimpse of a beard to start with -, to have a shorter haircut before the big show, and to trim his pubes for the swimsuit walk (a key part of the pageant).

Chris was advised not to shave his chest and armpits hair as they were giving him an edgier look, in contrast to his otherwise innocent face.

Christopher had done his best to follow the instructions but this was very overwhelming for the jock, not really used to take care of himself, and when Mr. Rich saw him, he was not very happy with the results.

“Your hair? Good Lord, what’s that in them? Gel?”

“Yes, why?”

“That’s of very poor taste, Christopher.”

“I thought… My friend told me that looked good.”

“Well, he’s not a specialist, is he?”

“She, actually. She’s a girl.”

“Hmm… A girl friend?” Mr. Rich asked, already annoyed.

He did not like his talents being involved with a girl.

“Just a girl, who’s my friend. A neighbour actually. My girlfriend dumped me a couple months ago.” Chris admitted.

Good riddance, Mr. Rich thought.

The news of the recent break-up got him in a better mood.

“Ok, well. We’ll get this shit out from your hair before the show. We have some time; Thankfully, you can take a shower here and shampoo. We’ll take the opportunity to check if there’s something else that we can do to improve your looks.”

“Sir, the competition is in a few hours, I don’t know what we could improve… I mean, I went to the gym every single day of the week to be pumped and shredded, and I did everything, just like you said.”

“We’ll see. I have the official outfits to be used when the photographer will shoot the portraits with me already. My treat of course.”

“Wow, thank you.”

Mr. Rich presented what seemed like a fancy suit and a few pairs of brand-new underwear, mainly short boxer briefs.

“There will be three official pictures taken before the show: face, glamour in a suit, and a third one, more focused on your body in underwear. Clear?”

“Very clear, Sir.”

“Ok, then, just get to the shower. We’ll get you ready before we leave. We have about forty-five minutes before we have to go, otherwise, we might be late.”

“The shower?”

Mr. Rich pointed to a door.

“The bathroom’s right there. What? Is there something wrong?”

“No… I… I’ll just go.”

“And give me the clothes you’re wearing, we’ll put them in a bag. You won’t need them today.”

“But I thought I would change there, before the competition starts?”

“Oh, you want to change in front of everyone else in a shared room?” Mr. Rich pretended to think about it. “That may be a good idea actually, to have people taking a peek. They’ll certainly want to have a good look at your bare ass.”

“What? No! It’s not what I meant... I… I’ll just change here.”

Christopher took his sneakers, socks, top and jeans off and handed them all to his agent.

The factory worker did look shredded: his pecs were large and meaty, the eight-pack abs were hard and on point, his biceps were veiny, the v-lines were ideally defined… and the thighs, good Lord, those thighs were thick and hairy!

“Good…” Mr. Rich commented, looking at his new talent undressing before his eyes.

Chris walked to the bathroom in his underwear, feeling silly for putting gel in his hair earlier. Rookie mistake, he thought.

He shut the door but realized there was no lock.

He had already showered in packed locker-rooms so he was not going to be worried about this. For one thing, he loved to flaunt his big dick around.

Chris had not expected to be getting naked at his agent’s place but he had to give himself the best chances at winning the local competition.

He made sure to shampoo his hair with Mr. Rich’s products although he was a bit confused with some of the brands that he did not know. The concept of “after-shampoo” was entirely new for the aspiring model.

Once he was done, he looked himself in the mirror naked and thought that he looked very good.

He was feeling confident to showcase his body to judges a few hours later and get their stamps of approval.

There was one problem though, no towel to dry off. Anywhere.

Christopher looked in every drawer of the bathroom but aside from stumbling on various lubes, condoms, and body oils, there was not a single thing he could use to dry himself with.

Shit. Mr. Rich must have had forgotten about this detail!

“Sir?” Christopher asked behind the door.

No answer.

“Mr. Rich? Would you have any towel?”

He was soaking wet. How embarrassing!

The apartment was not that spacious, did not Mr. Rich hear him? Chris semi-opened the door and passed his head through.

“Mr. Rich?”

“What’s going on, Chris? A problem?”

The agent walked towards him and opened the door wide. It was his place after all and the boy was asking for his help.

“No… No problem… I… There’s just… No towel…”

“Oh, right. Sorry about that. Let me look for… Wait, maybe…”

Mr. Rich stopped himself in his track, pretending to have an idea when, of course, everything had already been planned way before Christopher had gotten to his place.

“What, Sir?”

“You’re gonna be ranked by professional judges today. We shouldn’t overlook any detail; they will look for any reason to lower your score. Especially a newbie such as yourself, you’re not starting with previous connexions or a pedigree like many of your competitors…”

“I’m not sure that I’m following, Sir.”

“In professional pageants, some models are willing to do anything to win. Sometimes, they will even avoid using towels right before the competition since that can leave rashes or marks on the skin.”

“Damn… To that detail?!”

“Imagine a photographer or a beauty advisor in the panel, he’ll pay very close attention to the complexion of your skin, and not to be rude, but, that’s not exactly your forte…”

Christopher had a few pimples here and there.

“I did not think my skin looked too bad.”

“And this is why you’ve never gotten any call back, young man. How frequently are you moisturizing yourself?”

“What is that?”

Mateo burst out laughing.

“Jesus Christ, it’s even worse than I thought! But don’t worry, Chris, you’re lucky enough to have a natural tan and a pretty clear skin without working too much on it. Besides, you have me now! Let’s just avoid any rash by using a towel.”

“You really know your stuff, Sir.”

Christopher was impressed, he would have never thought of that but now that it was laid out to him, it was making total sense.

God bless the naïve dumb jocks!

“Just the experience talking, boy. I’ll get the hair-dryer; it’ll give me the chance to look at your body in more details and see if there’s anything else we can do to make you look as good as you can. There’ll be some tough competition there, you know, and you need to be in the top three.”

“Yes, Mr. Rich. I really want to make it! I’ve been only thinking about the competition since you have told me about it.”

Just like that, a minute later, Christopher was standing in the middle of the living room, stark naked, his hands up in the air, his large uncut cock dangling between his legs, Mateo Rich giving him a close inspection, a hair-dryer in his right hand.

“Winning is really all about those kinds of cares. Everybody will look good for sure, but only a few of you will go the extra mile to make an impression. Are you willing to go the extra-mile, Christopher?”

He swallowed his saliva.

“Of course, Sir. Anything to win!”

Christopher truly believed that, and he was not stupid to the point of not seeing his mentor was enjoying some eye candy but he was happy to get his attention.

Mr. Rich was barely hiding his tenting dick in his pants.

He knew it was pointless to try to stay flaccid as he was going through every inch of the jock’s anatomy.

He remained pretty calm when he was drying off his muscular chest, and his upper back, but when he started to get near his bare hairy ass, Mateo almost lost it.

The stud had the most perfect bubble butt, mostly smooth ass cheeks, but with thick brown hair right in the middle of his crack.

Mr. Rich could not help himself; he slapped it.

“Firm!” He chuckled.

Chris laughed it off.

The moment was a bit awkward but he was learning a lot about his own body. His mentor was commenting every inch of his muscle, bone, nut or crack…

“Those pecs definitely are a huge asset we’ll definitely have to use…”

“The biceps look good, but this could get even better with hairier armpits… Yes, Chris, people love that, bushy armpits, that’s the new trend…”

“The patches of hair on the feet are a bit much though, we’ll trimmed that…”

“Good work on your pubes…” Mr. Rich drew a line with his fingers through Chris’ bush, the apprentice felt tingles in his stomach. “You did well by trimming them last week and letting them grow back for the contest. Excellent work. Ideal size.”

At this point, Christopher intervened for the first time since the “inspection” had begun. He did not care showing off for Mateo in private, but in public...

“But they won’t get to see my pubes, right?!”

“I’m not too sure of the underwear or swimsuit they’ll choose for the runway walk, sometimes, those things are low-cut. Better be safe than sorry! I’m here to think about this kind of stuff.”

Once he had taken care of everything else, Mr. Rich spent a long time gazing at the model’s genitals.

To be fair, they were in the way and hard to miss!

Fat low-hanging balls, - no doubt they were full of cum, - and a girthy large uncut penis to go with them, which was exceeding all expectations.

Thick and long, all at once, with enough foreskin to play with for hours.

Christopher was definitely a shower, which was a great news for an amateur of meaty flaccid cocks such as Mr. Rich, but he wondered, was he also a grower?!

In such case, that would for sure be impressive! How many inches of meat could there be?!

“What I see looks rather promising.” He conceded. “Let me just hydrate your body a little, that will help your skin stay clear for the long day ahead.”

“You will hydrate me?”

“Will you stop with the second-guessing me, son?”

“I’m second-guessing. I… Go ahead."

Chris lowered his hands but was quickly called back to position.

“Hands in the air, boy, let me just get my cream.”

The model obeyed and shortly after, Mr. Rich was back with a lotion that he was generously applying on the hunk’s muscular chest.

That was the first real physical contact between them.

“Let me get this cream all over you, moisturize and hydrate your pores nicely.”

“Wow…” Chris muttered, surprised by the intensity of the hands-on approach.

Truthfully, that was almost exciting for the hunk!

“I need to get this lotion real deep, you know, or it might do worse than good.”

And for sure, Mr. Rich was dedicated to his task. Not a single inch of the model’s chest, arms, back and legs were left untouched.

When Mr. Rich got near his groin, Chris got worried he would get a bit too excited.

“I’m a professional, Chris, just worry about looking good.”

The agent did not go as far as grabbing his cock but he definitely brushed it a couple of times. Just that would be enough to feed his next jerk-off sessions.

As for the ass, he was not that cautious.

Christopher had given the go ahead to hydrate!

At one point, Mr. Rich groped the beautiful butt cheeks and massaged them with the oil. Juicy as can be!

That much friction, especially around his crotch, ended-up getting Christopher more turned-on. His cock was getting chubbier and his entire focus was now directed to remain somewhat flaccid.

Could you imagine, getting hard in front of your mentor, while he was just preparing you for a photoshoot and a contest?! That would be very unprofessional!

Mr. Rich, of course, had gleefully noted how happy Chris was getting to be taken care of.

Unfortunately, he did not have much time to get things to the next level and the last thing he wanted was to rush the next step.

Also, he was not too sure how Chris would react to getting hard in front of him right before the competition.

At this stage, he needed to have his talent confident and focused on the victory. They were clearly sharing this goal.

“There. I think we’ve done everything that we could in the short time that we had. Look yourself in the mirror, Chris, see how good you’re looking now.”

Christopher walked towards the mirror in the nude and started to flex.

He did look good. There was no denying it.

Already, he was desensitized to being nude around his agent.

“It’s like my skin is glowing.” He commented.

“Exactly. A literal glow-up. Now, get dressed, we have a competition to win.”

Because all good things come to an end, Christopher had to dress back up in the suit he would wear for his formal portrait.

He slipped in the underwear picked for him by the organization of Mister Hottie, a pair of light blue boxer briefs, and was quickly ready.

The grey shirt all contestants would wear was a bit too tight for his body but it only made his pecs more biceps stand out more.

Mr. Rich drove him to the election centre where they were to meet with Mr. Hansee, a photographer from the region, and with former winners of various local beauty pageants (only men) who would form the jury.

Mr. Rat would preside the five-members jury, - sole decider of the fate of the candidates at this stage -, as he would for every single local election in Nebraska.

Rat was the head of the delegation for this State, and fortunately, an old friend of Rich.

The agent had explained to Christopher that this election was sort of a preliminary round before the bigger and public shows.

The fact that three of the contestants would make the cut to Mister Hottie Nebraska was reassuring but he had warned him that the competition would be tough and another guy from his agency would be there, and be a serious contender for the win.

Christopher did not know who he was competing against nor in what type of mess he was getting himself into really.

Even during the shooting for the portraits, Chris did not get to meet any of the other candidates.

They were going to meet Mr. Hansee one by one and the organization made sure that they would not run into each other until it was time to compete on the official stage.

“The photographer is also a judge, don’t forget that Chris, the contest starts as soon as you meet with him. He’ll be evaluating you right away, make sure to have him on your good side.”

“How? I’ve never been photographed before.”

“Be polite, be playful, smile! Just go with the flow. The man is shooting muscle hunks for naked calendars all the time, I’m sure you’ll be exactly his type!”

“Naked calendars? But I…”

Mr. Rich got impatient.

"I’m just saying, Mr. Hansee loves muscular hunks, that’s good for you! Take advantage of it.”

“Oh yeah… And… I am one? Right? A muscular hunk?”

Mr. Rich felt Chris’ pecs over his tight shirt.

“Sure, you are, my beefy strong jock!”

Chris chuckled.

He was mostly happy to be called a jock!

When it was time for the shooting, Mr. Hansee did look like a true professional, but he was also a bit intimidating.

He had a huge camera and was very directive when giving instructions to the model.

He seemed to know exactly what he was doing and they had less than fifteen minutes to get all the official pictures for the competition.

Honestly, when being photographed, Chris was more comfortable in the underwear– despite the fact that Mr. Rich had gotten the size wrong once again and had brought him a pair too small for his frame -, rather than in the suit, where he felt too tight and uneasy.

Thinking of which, he had never worn a suit in his life. He was a blue-collar type of guy after all…

The photographer did sound very gay but Chris expected that.

“Flex your biceps, honey!”

“Yes, look at the camera, babe!”

“Show off your big meaty muscles to Hansee!”

“Nice smile, yeah, you really have to make love to the camera! Right, just like that.”

The underwear segment lasted way longer than the face and suit portions of the shoot, but thankfully, Mateo had suggested to be present in the room to make sure this would remain fully professional.

“Great body, contestant number 7. Great structure.” The handsy photographer commented.

“Thanks, Sir… I… I do my best to keep in shape.”

He could not imagine what would have happened if Mateo had not been there to oversee the shoot!

But Chris had to play along, Hansee would give him a score later in the evening.

If he liked him, this could only be good news for his chances of making it to the top three.

Even when the photographer slid his fingers in the waistbands of his underwear, – pretending to adjust them once again -, and literally felt his bare dick, Chris let it slide and, to tell the truth, he was even grateful for the attention.

Of course, he had no idea that Mr. Rich had given his green light to the photographer beforehand…

The pictures were shot in fifteen minutes, quickly printed on site, and brought to the four other members of the jury.

Objectively, the work was remarkable and Chris was surprised to see how different he looked on the photographs.

For the first time in his life, he felt like an actual model.

That instantly made him feel better about the whole thing.

He was beaming with pride while holding the three photographs. He especially liked the one showcasing his face up-close. He had never thought he could look like such a movie star.

He changed back into more casual clothes, only wearing a singlet top and his underwear, as he was brought to the backstage to try his outfits for the night.

All the contestants would walk the runway in the suit already worn for the portrait and then, they would parade a second time in a pair of underwear furnished by the Mister Hottie Committee.

Only the finale five would have to go through a last round to prove themselves wearing swimsuits.

That was the moment backstage when Chris discovered the ridiculously tiny white briefs that he was supposed to wear for the underwear catwalk.

If he thought that it was bad though, he had not seen anything yet…

But we are not there yet, I guess first, we should start with the show!