GOLDEN KING: CHAPTER 1 (VOTE)

It was after a long day at work and a night of bad takeout that I found myself tossing and turning in my bed. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was nearly 2:30AM. I groaned to myself. I had to be up in four hours to get ready for work again. It was useless to try and take a sleeping pill, I would just be groggy and barely functional the next morning. I turned to my side table and grabbed my phone and swiped it open. Maybe there would be something that could distract me or put me to sleep -- hell, who was I kidding, I was looking for porn. A good jack-off session always put me to sleep.

I wasn't finding much that I was interested in. I pulled on my dick but was pretty unsatisfied with what I was seeing. If anything, I was getting pissed off as page-after-page of perfect, muscular men presented itself in my web browser. These stallion gods pounding each other's brains out, having raunchy sex in tropical locations, fulfilling every horned up fag's fantasy and getting paid for it to boot! I almost felt myself seething. I was just some office job schlub with a beat up car, bad acne, and a shitty bachelor apartment. 55 years old with a belly and a small cock. A guy who no one would even take a second glance at. In other words: a fat loser.

I felt depressed. At this point I was about to call it a night and give in to hours of insomnia before I heard a "PING" from my inbox. A strange email had just arrived. The title read: "GOLDEN KING". It couldn't have been spam -- all of that goes into my junk email folder. I opened it. Inside was the craziest description:

"Congratulations!

You have been selected to gain EXCLUSIVE access to the GOLDEN KING competition! Your membership level is UNLIMITED and includes voting rights!"

Voting rights? What the hell was this? My curiosity was piqued, though, and I read further.

"Teen Golden King is the internet's HOTTEST gay modeling competition. Twelve of the world's most incredible amateur bodybuilders battle it out head-to-head in a weekly competition, live streamed directly to you, where you will get to decide who is GOLDEN KING for the week!

"Your role, as a voting member, is to live-stream the competition every week and award points to two competitors during a one-on-one pose down. Your vote will decide who wins and who is annihilated from the competition."

*Annihilated*? I thought.  That was a pretty extreme word. Though I'm sure the marketing team behind these emails probably thought it was attention grabbing. Hell, it definitely grabbed my attention. I continued to read further.

"The voting system is simple. You watch the show and award points in the following categories: body, cock, face, ass and fuckability, ranked from 0 to 5. The scores are tabulated and the results announced live. The winner is sent home with a prize, and the loser receives punishment."

"There are two categories of punishment scores: If the loser receives the fewest overall points, he is sent back to the GOLDEN KING house where he must wait out the rest of the competition with the other contestants. However, if the contestant fails to meet a score threshold of '1', a more severe punishment is metered."

A more severe punishment? That again made me interested. There was more text, but I decided to scroll all the way down to the bottom of the email where there was a link to the website with an auto-generated username and password. I quickly hopped off my phone and booted up my laptop -- I wanted to see this in full high definition! With the computer loaded, I opened the email once more and clicked the link. I myself at a simple login screen. Jamming the username and password in, I was suddenly on a bright, porn-like splash page. 

At the top were some interesting links: "CONTESTANTS", "LIVE HOUSE CAMERAS", "RULES" and a greyed out link that said "VOTING STREAM". There was a clock counting down next to it: the next "VOTING STREAM" would happen in 22 hours.

I clicked the first link. Instantly my browser was filled with twelve headshots of some of the HOTTEST guys I'd EVER seen! The header at the top said 'STUDS' in giant, golden letters. I salivated at the sight. Who to pick first?! I was about to click on one before I saw another link next to the 'STUDS', which said 'DUDS'. I was intrigued. I clicked the 'DUDS' link and found myself at a page filled with twelve headshots of -- well, how can I describe it without coming off as an asshole -- very unfortunate looking men. All of them stupendously ugly or malformed. A stark contrast to the hunks on the prior page.

I was about to click 'BACK' to start looking at some of the profiles of the young studs, but I instead chose the "LIVE HOUSE CAMERAS". A floorplan of a mansion popped up, with icons for cameras in each room. I selected a bedroom and found myself staring at a golden adonis, nude in california-king sized bed, sleeping, his gigantic cock turgid and hard. My dick went INSTANTLY erect. Holy SHIT -- I get to watch these guys as they live in this house waiting for their competitions? My hands were shaking as I clicked through more cameras.

The next one I hit took me to a dark, crowded room with several bunkbeds pushed up against a wall. Each one contained one of the hideous men from the "DUDS" page. Jesus. They really crammed these guys in here. There must have been six in this tiny, windowless room! It was a stark contrast to the massive bedroom that the beautiful golden god was ALONE in!

I clicked around some more: there were cameras in the showers, the kitchen, pantry, a camera outside the pool. It was astonishing how wired up this place was! Yet I couldn't help myself -- I clicked back to the huge bedroom where the hunk was sleeping. Oh GOD. He'd rolled onto his stomach, his turgid cock now sticking between his muscular legs. His ass in the air. I could see his tight, pink hole. He was BUILT for sex! Just the sight of his incredible body and that beautiful ass of his was enough to make me SPURT! I came hard under the desk, fuck it was intense!

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Yeah, that orgasm did the trick. I was still intensely curious about the site -- I hadn't even checked out the rules yet, nor explored the pages of profiles. But I thought -- hell, I'll leave it for tomorrow.

I woke up about an hour before my alarm. I was rock hard under my sheets. My dreams were of nothing but the mysterious Teen Golden King competition. I couldn’t wait to see more of the site. My hands were shaking as I got ready during the morning. I could barely function — hell, I even put my pants on backwards. I looked at the clock — I still had about half an hour left before I needed to hit the road to the office. I finally took a deep breath and opened the app on my phone. I logged back in and was presented with the same splash page as before. This time I clicked the “RULES” page.

A screen of text opened in front of me.

“RULES OF THE COMPETITION”

1. Every week, one of the contestant STUDS must face off in a pose down with one of the DUDS. Both must convince the live stream audience to allot them points based on the five categories: body, cock, face, ass and fuckability. Each category is ranked 0-5 for an overall maximum score of 25.

2. The winner will receive $1 million dollars and crowned GOLDEN KING for the week. They will leave the house immediately.

3. The loser must return to the house where they will have to compete in a pose down the next week. Same rules apply. However, if they fail to win, they will be “disposed” of.

3a. Disposal: If a contestant from a prior week fails to win the following week, or if they do not meet the minimum point threshold of 5, they will be disposed of. Disposal methods are suggested by the audience, up to and including DEATH.

I felt my heart race as I drifted over the last word. No way. Holy shit! This couldn’t be real! I shut off the app and threw my phone onto the floor in horror. This was a glorified snuff competition using a bunch of ugly men as cannon fodder! I couldn’t believe it. My hands trembled. I must have stayed in one place breathing heavily for a long time, because before I knew it I had to go to work. Tentatively I picked up my phone from the floor and headed to the office.

I was  at my desk. I couldn’t think. There had to be some way to alert the authorities? To tell them about this gruesome site? But then — I would also be implicated. I signed up for it. I had a thousand thoughts running through my head at once. I kept staring at my phone on my desk. I picked it up gingerly and opened the app again. Maybe there were other rules I had missed? But soon I found myself drifting over to the STUDS page. I wanted to see who these hunks were. These cocky fucks who would be walking away with a million dollars while some poor bastard got executed!

The first one I clicked on was Zach. There was a full length picture of him, plus a brief biography and a short video interview. My jaw DROPPED.

Zach Thunder

Age:18

Weight:265lb

Height: 6ft2

Cock: 12.5inches

Profession: High School Quaterback

I click the video link:

"YO YO YO what up everyone my names Zachy T but you can call me THUNDER. I'm entering this competition as I KNOW I can win. Look at me. I am PERFECTION" he winked at the camera. "BIG, GOLDEN, TEEN MUSCLE KING. You don't get any better than this Brah! I have got the money in the bag. Don't forget to VOTE for ZACHY T and I'll make sure you see the Lightening between my legs" another wink at the camera as he dragged a hand down to his gigantic bulging cock and sticking his tongue out erotically before giving the camera final wink. The screen faded to black.

I was rock hard. Eighteen and the kid was packing a ton of muscle and a foot long cock?! Where the hell did they find these guys?

I clicked on the “NEXT” button.

Fuck. This guy was just as hot as the other one. And seriously packing, too! Brody was his name.

Brody Armstrong 

Age: 19

Weight: 270lbs

Height: 6ft4

Cock:15inches

Profession: Personal Trainer and part time Go-Go boy.

I click the video link:

Brody is grinding his hips, the white thong heaving as he fondles his massive pecs, flexes his biceps and kisses them sensually. "FUCK YEAH....you like what you see? Vote for your boy Brody and I won't let you down"

Fuck! He was a golden STALLION! My dick was hard and leaking at this point under my work slacks, my heart racing. I clicked on the NEXT button.

Holy FUCK. The next one was Nick. His body was even more incredible than the last two. He looked even younger, too! The fucking muscle slut wore a pair of sheer PANTIES! His stats were unreal!

Nick Steel

Age:18

Height: 6ft7

Weight:280lbs

Cock:17inches

Profession: Male Model and Teen IBBF champion.

I click the link:

"Hey. I'm Nick and if you are looking for PERFECTION, you have come to the right place" Nick slathers himself in oil and makes his slutty underwear see through. "FUCK YEAH BROS, YOU WANNA SEE MORE, THEN VOTE FOR ME!"

He turns around in his video and I recognize his beautiful, golden glutes. Oh man, this was the Adonis that I saw on the live stream last night! Fuck! I was so focused on salivating over this teen hunk that I didn’t even realize that there were bright, flashing letters at the top of the webpage: “STUD CONTESTANT FOR TONIGHT”

Shit! This was the guy I’d get to vote on? My head reeled at the thought. I looked up at the corner and the VOTING STREAM button had unlocked. I eagerly clicked on it. It took me to a video window with an empty stage and a count down timer. Damn! It hadn’t started yet. I made a mental note to make sure to log on tonight and watch. I was about to close the window when another link on the top got my attention; “ROT PIT LIVE!” What the hell was a rot pit?

I clicked and was brought do another live stream. This one was of a dimly lit room. At the bottom it looked like there was a thick layer of sewage and shit slurry. I could make out pipes in the wall that appeared to be drizzling out the disgusting goo. Christ, it looked like the bottom of a sewer well. There were other things in it, too: bloated, maggot infested pig carcasses! JESUS!

Clouds of flies buzzed around the screen and I watched as a wet slop of turds dumped into the thick slurry with a wet SPLOSH. What the fuck was this?! I then saw a text description at the bottom:

“The ROT PIT — connected to the mansion’s sewer system — is where all TEEN GOLDEN KING losers are disposed of, dead or alive, to illustrate their TRUE WORTH to the world, regardless of age, body, cock, ass or fuckability. NO CONTESTANT IS SAFE. As a special bonus to select members, this live feed offers an up close and personal look at their fate as they ROT and decompose!”

Holy shit. My mind reeled at that description and my cock throbbed. “No contestant is safe” … did that mean that the contest was not as unfair as I thought? I felt my heart skip a beat. Did that mean… a STUD could end up there?

I brought up Nick again and salivated at the sight of him, oiling and flexing, huge cock lurching in his sheer underwear, a perfect specimen of virile manhood. Could he end up in the ROT PIT? Holy SHIT!

I checked the time: the live stream would start in just ten hours and I still had to work. I quickly closed the app and threw my phone onto my desk. I had to try to ignore it, but I could barely think straight. I needed to see this stream tonight!

I’ve been so horny all day that I miss my turn off the interstate and have to back-track to find my way home. I pull into my driveway and more or less sprint in the door to boot up my laptop. My whole body is shivering. I log onto the website and plug my computer into my TV — I recline on my couch, watching as the count down timer hits 00:00:00 on the VOTING STREAM.

The screen goes dark. Then, there is static. The logo of GOLDEN KING splashed out, the letters big and shiny. The title card fades and I am watching a man in a pig mask approach the stream on a well lit stage. He looks gross and greasy, but his face is hidden behind the hideous mask — or is it a mask? The way it moves looks unnervingly real — as if it’s actually made of a pig’s head.

“GOOD EVENING. WELCOME TO GOLDEN KING! The hottest live-streamed competition with EVERYTHING at stake!”

His voice is low and raspy, almost mechanical. Like he’s using a voice changer. I lean forward, my hands on my chin.

“I trust you have all read the rules. Contestants who fail to win the highest score are sent back to the mansion until the next competition, when they will again get a chance to vy for your votes!”

“What our hapless studs and duds don’t know is that should they fail to make the minimum score, they will be BRUTALLY disposed of in our ROT PIT!”

“Of course, we leave the method of disposal up for surprise, though we do take audience suggestions…”

The pig man continued: "Tonight we will ask you to vote on a head-to-head matchup between Nick and Randy. Whoever wins walks away with one-million dollars. The loser will either return to the mansion for next week's competition, or... if they fail to score more than five points overall, they are immediately disposed of in the ROT PIT. Select members have access to a live-stream of the ROT PIT to enjoy the disposal."

I couldn't help myself. I quickly hit the link to open the window of the live stream of the ROT PIT. Sure enough, there it was -- a top-down view, the pit filled with sewage that sludged up against the sharp rocky walls. I could just make out several floating pig carcasses. God DAMN it was disgusting!

Yet I couldn't help but think about what might happen. What were the odds that one the studs would be thrown in there? Disposed of? Would the other members of this site really vote to send one of the achingly hot musclejocks to a grisly doom? I felt my cock go rock hard at the idea. I couldn't wait to find out...

The pig man continued speaking: "Tonight, I will interview the STUD Nick and DUDE Randy. We will then leave the voting up to you!" He said. I think he started laughing, but it sounded more like a piggish snorting. He was a ghoul, but it was still unclear what role he would play in this 'contest' as it happened.

"LET'S BRING OUT THE CONTESTANTS!"

The stage lit up in bright lights. From opposite sides, Nick and Randy entered. I felt myself choke. Holy FUCK Nick was even HOTTER on live stream!

The achingly hot hunk smiled and waved as he came out. His muscles bulging, perfectly sculpted and tanned. He wore a pair of slutty underwear that showed off a jaw-dropping bulge. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He wore a gold medal around his neck and he gave a picture perfect smile as he strutted to the center of the stage.

Randy, on the other hand, was just an obese repulsive turd. He was visibly sweating as he waddled to the center stage, his face dripping. I could hear him breathing heavily on the live stream.

The pig man walked over to Nick and took out a small card and read off it:

"Presenting our first STUD contestant: Nick Steel! Just seventeen years old. Nick is a male model and teen IBBF champion... in fact, I think that's what you have around your neck there, isn't it Nick?" The pig man said. Nick smirked and held it up. "Oh FUCK yeah bro! NUMBER ONE! No one could come CLOSE to beating this MEAT!" He said, flexing his bicep. Oh god he was hot!

"Just turned 18 yesterday actually," he continued. "Can you believe it?" He said. The pig man grunted. "Well, Happy Birthday. I can't wait to see what presents we have lined up for you Nick..."

The pig man turned to Randy. "And now for our DUD! Randy..." He said, turning to the morbidly obese fat fuck. "Randy. Fifty-seven years old. Unemployed alcoholic janitor. Randy, what made you join our little contest?"

Randy looked visibly nervous. His face was pallid, his skin grey. "I just-- I thought... I mean, you asked me to be part of this. I thought I could win some money, I don't know." He said, eyeing up the god-like muscle teen in front of him.

"WELL THAT'S RIGHT RANDY! One of you FUCKS is about to win a MILLION dollars! And the other? Well... you'll have a chance to try again next week. But be warned, we have a special punishment for anyone who doesn't meet the voting threshold." The pig man said. He walked off the stage and gestured to the two from off-camera. "Randy, Nick -- you have three minutes to convince the viewing audience that YOU are this week's GOLDEN KING!"

"Remember: The audience will be voting on your face, ass, cock, body and overall fuckability. So MAKE IT COUNT!" He yelled.

Nick smiled and hooked his thumbs into his briefs. He looked into the camera and winked. "Mmm I bet all of you horny losers can't wait to see this fuckin' alpha god." He said, turning around. He began to slowly, slowly push down the waist band of his slutty white underwear. The massive globes of his bubble-ass coming into view as the waistband descended. Suddenly he gripped the sides and TORE the flimsy garment right off his narrow hips! Holy shit. His ass looked INCREDIBLE. Two juicy, watermelon sized mounds, glistening in the light of the stage. He spread his legs and placed both hands onto his cheeks, spreading them.

God I couldn't believe it. Message received buddy -- you need to get FUCKED! I salivated as his tight, pink hole came into view. The huge teen hunk turned his head and winked at the camera. "Total virgin hole. Tight. Never even had it fingered. You faggots like that? You want to punish this fuckin' hole?" He said, SMACKING his ass with his hand. My cock was spewing pre-cum at this point.

"Well, I've never been fucked either," Randy said, trying to take his clothes off. He managed to push his pants down and turned as well, his flabby pancake ass facing the camera. I almost retched and had to look away as he attempted to spread his cheeks. Fuck, no one needed to see that!

"Fucking GROSS dude!" Nick said with disgust. He turned on his heel and faced the camera. Fully nude.

God, he was perfection. His massive cock was a sight to behold, swaying between his legs. Randy turned as well, looking like a boiled potato.

"Look at this fuckin' body," Nick said, flexing, licking his biceps. His cock was twitching, growing in length. "FUCKKK YEAHH," he said. "Six-foot seven. Two hundred and seventy fuckin' pounds of SHREDDED muscle!" He said, going into a double bicep pose, his huge glistening pecs heaving. God DAMN his cock was enormous!

Randy couldn't help but stare as well. He tried to say something but Nick cut him off, "Shut the fuck up fatass," He grunted.

"Vote NICK STEEL!" Nick said, smirking again at the camera. "You know I'm total fuckin' PERFECTION!" He said, running his hands up and down his rippling musculature. His skin was perfect. Totally hairless as well. And STILL his cock was growing huge!

"Well there's your two choices." The pig man said, coming back on stage. "Randy -- unemployed, 5'7, and says here you have a 1.5" cock?" The pig man said, suppressing a laugh. Randy's face went red in embarassment.

"OR muscleboy NICK! Teen bodybuilding champion and... jesus, is this right?" The pig man said, looking over at the teen.

"Oh yeah. SEVENTEEN. FUCKING. INCHES!" He said, running his fingers down his huge endowment, scooping up a spurt of precum and slurping it into his mouth. "Fucking ALPHA teen STUD CREAM!" He said, winking to the camera.

The pig man came into camera view. "Now the voting begins. I think we know who will be winning this round," He said, as Nick flexed and showed off in the background.

VOTING IS NOW OPEN! (CLOSES 8TH October at 23:59 GMT)

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