Horacio Gutierrez Jr's Muscle Challenge (Part 1)

Author's Note: 

        The last time I posted was in July 2021. That was almost two years ago! I hope some of you guys are still around. I have many thoughts and ideas for new stories but the process of writing is arduous. Sometimes, I also question if writing fetish erotica is an outdated/obsolete way of expressing these fetishes especially since there are so many videos of gutpunching available online. As with other forms of content, it would seem that the written media of erotica is being phased out for the quicker delivery of sexual arousal and pleasure that visual media offers.

        Perhaps I am part of that species approaching extinction which would sometimes enjoy the sensuality and detail of written erotica that videos are sometimes unable to provide. For example, I find the inner thoughts of hot muscled jocks as they realise their muscles are weakening and failing them particularly arousing to read. Erotica provides a keen sense of humiliation and access to the interiority of the ailing jock as he gets pounded which the visual medium cannot. These thoughts are often impossible to find in the visual format; the closest I have found would be when the heel taunts the jobber or when the jobber begs for mercy. Both cases are also, unfortunately, rather niche even in the gutpunching video genre.

        I was particularly saddened by the apparent death of www.admiralluke.com. If you are reading this blog, you are doubtlessly aware of Admiral Luke. I think there is a great defence to be made for erotica to prevent it from dying out. I must clarify: I am still a dick pig and a huge fan of gutpunching videos. Part of the reason I started this blog was to contribute to a community that I feel has given much to me. Here are a few blogs I really enjoy: www.mule-mulesblog.blogspot.com ; www.manglerwrestling.blogspot.com ; www.ombstories.blogspot.com ; www.menwrestle.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi (the stories by Delacogne and Ko_Pin are particularly enjoyable to me).

        Anyways, on with the story:

Horacio Gutierrez Jr, Star of The Challenge Season 38 and Exatlon Estados Unidos 5

David (left) and Mateo (right)

        Horacio Gutierrez Jr. was working out at his regular gym back in Texas. After a flurry of press interviews, media appearances, and, of course, partying that came with his competing on MTV’s latest season of The Challenge, he was grateful to be back home.

        Horacio had thought that life would resume its regular pace now that he was back home in Texas. He assumed, in a rather self-pitying manner, that he would only have a handful of fans, especially now that his season had finished airing. After all, it was undeniable that the reach of The Challenge wasn’t as far-reaching as something more popular and prurient like Love Island or Single’s Inferno. 

        I should’ve gone on Love Island to showcase myself in a less competitive setting first, he thought, looking at Grant Crapp’s Instagram in between sets. Grant had at least 80 thousand more followers than he had. Could there be some correlation between muscle size and follower count, Horacio pondered, scrutinising one of Grant’s many shirtless pictures.

        Horacio put down his dumb bells, looked in the gym mirror, and ran his right hand over his abs. He forgot about Grant for a moment; he liked what he saw. He had worked hard for this sexy body. This is the body of a champion, Horacio thought, reflecting on the freak accident that had cost him the finale and a million dollars. He certainly had a much sexier body than Devin Walker, the eventual winner of his season of The Challenge.

        “Yeah…I am a champion,” Horacio muttered. 

        Taking advantage of the amazing pump he had, Horacio flung his shirt off and took a classic shirtless picture in front of the gym mirror. Unflexed and unpumped, his muscles were already prominent and well-defined. With the work out that he had just finished, Horacio’s muscles were bulging. His chest and shoulder muscles looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. His high-intensity work out accentuated his vascularity and the veins on his forearms and biceps looked like they were muscles themselves. Horacio pushed his gym shorts a little further down to reveal his Adonis belt before taking the photo. He hadn’t shaved his private regions for the past two days and he was glad to see some of the stubble growing on his lower abs. He thought it added sex appeal to his overall look; this was a far cry from the sanitised good-boy character that The Challenge had shoe-horned him into. 

A pumped-up Horacio

        Horacio had thought he was the only one in the gym but then he started hearing voices murmuring right after he had taken his shirtless selfie. If he was being honest with himself, Horacio was pleased that his celebrity status had not died down and that he still carried some amount of power and respect. His earlier fears of fading into obscurity were now allayed, inferring from the murmurings that people knew who he was.

        Although he had finished with his workout, Horacio felt that he had to put on a show for his fans. This was also partially because he didn’t want to come across as so narcissistic that he would remove his shirt just to take a shirtless photo. He was going to do a few light exercises now that he was shirtless to convey a sense of functionality to his act of stripping half-naked.

        Lying flat on the gym floor, Horacio began doing sit-ups. He thought this would be the perfect exercise to end on because it showcased his rock-hard abs to his fans who were watching while being an easy exercise for him since he had such strong abs. It was practically the equivalent of a bodybuilder lifting a ten-pound barbell for bicep curls; it might look impressive but only because the person who was doing the lifting was already muscular and imposing by himself. The sit-ups, in short, were easy for Horacio but looked impressively difficult because of his wall of abdominal muscles.

        Horacio made sure to grunt at the last sit-up even though his abs were not challenged by the sit-ups.

Horacio's core strength on display as he does Russian twists with a medicine ball

        Looking in the mirror, Horacio saw that two teenage boys were looking at him. They looked to be around nineteen years old. Both had their shirts off. From the gym towels they were holding, Horacio could surmise that they had been working out as well.

        As Horacio did with Grant Crapp and Devin Walker, he began sizing the boys up. Although he was no longer in a competitive setting, Horacio’s time in The Challenge made analysing male physiques second nature to him. Rarely, he would feel a mixed tingling of fear, intimidation, and desire in his private parts when he observed someone stronger looking than himself.

        Horacio did not feel any such desire when he scrutinised the two boys in the mirror. Horacio thought the boy in the blue shorts had visibly a low body fat percentage but also had small muscles and weak abdominals. The boy with the denim shorts had a bit more fat on his body than his friend, Horacio analysed. Both had underdeveloped biceps which looked like they wouldn’t be able to throw a punch. Typical, Horacio thought, these boys probably train their abs all day and forget to work on other parts of their body! He respected their desire and effort to grow bigger, seeing as they were in the gym. We all start somewhere, he thought, I’m glad I can give these boys something to aspire to be.

        “Hey, you boys all right?” Horacio asked, looking at the two nineteen-year-olds through the mirror. He smiled his reality-TV smile. Horacio saw their eyes widen in surprise. Their idol had acknowledged them! They began walking over to the bench where Horacio had sat himself on after his sit-ups.

        To call Horacio their idol is a massive understatement. The boys first became fans of Horacio since his appearance on Exatlon Estados Unidos 5 in 2021 when the two were only seventeen years old. They admired his fighting spirit and how he never gave up even when competing against other muscled beasts who were bigger than he was. 

        Horacio had always had a boyish charm to him in spite of his hard muscles. Part of this was because of his height, making his muscular body look smaller and more diminutive in comparison to other men even if they were the same weight and Horacio had less body fat. A major reason was that Horacio was not as narcissistic or vain as the other contestants who would appear on these shows. What this meant was that there were shots of Horacio’s unflexed muscles, portraying him in a more vulnerable light compared to the other contestants who would consciously or unconsciously be flexing their muscles constantly for the cameras. Even unflexed, Horacio’s muscular strength was undeniable. His unflexed muscles, in fact, added some amount of sexual desire for viewers watching him because they would seem more plump, more juicy, and more real than a constant hard wall of abs that so many of the other reality stars seemed to have. 

        David and Mateo would watch Exatlon Estados Unidos 5 in Mateo’s house as it was airing every week. They were disappointed when their muscled star Horacio got eliminated prior to the finales. When they saw that Horacio would be on the thirty-eighth season of The Challenge, the friends were besides themselves. Following the example of the stud, the pair began to hit the gym to train their muscles, hoping to resemble Horacio one day.

        The surge of testosterone from working out, coupled with their growing virility as they became nineteen by the end of the season’s airing, resulted in new sexual desires and sensations that David and Mateo were hitherto not susceptible to.

        While watching an episode of The Challenge one week, Mateo unexpectedly and involuntarily made an off-hand comment to David, “Man, Horacio is so hot. He’s really representing for the Mexicans out there.”

        “Yeah, look at that fucking body. And I don’t think he is even flexing in this shot,” David rejoined.

Horacio clip that David and Mateo saw

        Mateo taunted, “That’s kinda gay, bro. Hahah..”

        David waited for Horacio to get off the screen before responding. Then, he caught Mateo off guard and pushed him to the ground.

        “What the FUCK, man?” Mateo shouted.

        David placed his elbow on Mateo’s soft stomach to prevent his friend from moving. David tore off Mateo’s shorts and underwear. Mateo was semi-erect.

        “THAT’S kinda gay, BRO! Horacio turning you on?” David mocked.

        “FUCK you!”

        Mateo returned the favour and stripped David of his shorts. David was not wearing any underwear. David, too, was semi-erect.

        Wordlessly, David and Mateo rewound the episode to the clip of a shirtless Horacio with his hands on his V-line. David and Mateo began masturbating. With one hand working his 7.5-inch penis and the other hand on the remote, David continually rewound the episode; that clip of Horacio was constantly on the television. Neither of the boys looked at one another while masturbating, not out of shame, but because they wanted to focus all their attention, desire, and lust on the Mexican super-stud.

        After that day, David and Mateo could never watch another episode of The Challenge normally again. Luckily for them, the cameramen and producers would often include at least one shirtless shot of Horacio in every episode. Even if it were only a single frame, David and Mateo would masturbate to the frozen picture of their muscular hero.

        David and Mateo never did anything sexual beyond masturbating in the same room to the same guy; in their minds, they were still straight men. They would never make eye contact nor would they lend one another a helping hand. They were straight men. They were merely drawn to this irresistibly masculine Mexican man. Who could blame them? They thought. Horacio’s body was absolute perfection.

        The two were of Mexican descent themselves and they could not stop fantasising about Horacio. Sometimes, they would moan or share their sexual fantasies while masturbating on the couch in front of Horacio’s striated body on the television.

        “I want to feel his tight ass cheeks and spank him.”

        “I want to massage his chest and play with his nipples until he moans.”

        “I want to touch his unflexed abs and see how strong his six-pack abs really are.”

        David and Mateo stalked Horacio’s social media and deduced which gyms he frequented from his posts. Then, they decided to frequent those same gyms in the hopes of finding their studly idol. In the worst-case scenario, they would at least still get a workout done and get one step closer to looking like their hero (though they knew they would never attain that level of musculature perfection). In the very unlikely best-case scenario…

        Their idol had acknowledged them! They began walking over to the bench where Horacio had sat himself on after his sit-ups.

        “Hey! I’m David and this is Mateo, we’re your biggest fans. We’ve been watching you since Exatlon!” David excitedly said as the pair approached their brawny god. They could not believe this was happening to them. They had actually chanced upon Horacio as he was working out. They even had the chance to see Horacio doing his finishing set of sit-ups shirtless! 

        Horacio eyed the two much less muscular men and said, “I’m very happy to hear that! I hope to be an inspiration to guys like you all around the world! Keep working out and maybe one day you could look like me!”

        Horacio winked at the two smaller men. Horacio was excited as always by the celebrity status that he was enjoying. For that reason, he was still standing in front of the duo rather than leaving the gym. He was expecting them to ask him for his autograph, a request which would greatly stroke his ego.

        “You look like you just got here, since you’re not sweating at all,” Mateo lied, hoping to buy more of Horacio’s time for their plan. Horacio, unexpectedly, fell for this ploy because of his throbbing ego.

        “Yeah. Looking forward to pumping some iron today! Gotta grow these muscles you know!” Horacio replied before turning to the gym mirror and flexing his muscles. What the hell, he thought, I can do a few small sets and put on a show for these fans before I head home.

        “David and I wanted to ask if you’d want to do a muscle challenge with us! Just a few small sit-ups, push-ups, and bodyweight exercises,” Mateo laid the trap, before cheekily mocking, “That is, if you think you can take us on.”

        Horacio nearly scoffed in disbelief. These two twigs were challenging his unbeatable muscles to a “muscle challenge”? What did that even mean? Horacio plastered on a fake grin. He knew his beefy body could take both of these sorry losers on in any type of challenge. One of his biceps were bigger than all of theirs combined. His chest alone probably had more muscle in them than the two kids had in their entire bodies. His abs were practically picture-perfect while the blue-shorts boy’s abs had barely any muscle to them and the denim-shorts boy had to flex hard for his to even appear.

        “You’re on, boys! Don't expect to win against these!” Horacio heroically replied while doing a double bicep pose for them, “What are the rules of this “muscle challenge”?”

TO BE CONTINUED