Instead of jumping the bar up to the second rungs, I somehow managed to toss the bar into the forest and rotated backwards, flailing my arms like a mad woman. I braced myself to flop against the ground, but instead a pair of muscular arms caught me as effortlessly as a Philadelphia firefighter catching a baby.
Tanner looked down at me with his brown eyes. God, he was so handsome. For a second we both just stared at each other. And my eyes may have darted to his lips.
I cleared my throat. “I almost had it!” I said.
“I know you did,” he said. Even though it was a total lie, I still appreciated it. “But maybe next time don’t throw the bar?”
“Good plan.” I reluctantly hopped out of his arms and walked back to my team. I hoped I hadn’t cost us our shot at winning our second event.
Luckily for me, the blue team’s second girl was just as inept as I was. Well…not quite. But she still didn’t get any rungs. And our second girl got four. So we were still within striking distance with two guys per team left.
I wasn’t at all upset to watch the final two guys from the blue team, but Angel really stole the show. Every time he swung to jump up a rung, the outline of his massive cock was quite apparent. His brother Diablo was equally impressive in that area.
But the whole display was kind of ruined when he landed unevenly on the third rung and fell off the ladder.Damn it, Diablo!
That was two events in a row that he had totally sucked at. What was his deal?
I hoped that it was just a fluke, but over the next few events, I really started to see a pattern.
He dropped the baton during the 4x400 relay race. And then on the water balloon toss he kept popping the balloons. Granted…he was probably about twice as strong as anyone else there, so it made sense that he’d accidentally apply too much force and pop it. And it wasn’t total sabotage, because Tanner and I did so well that we still won the event. But still.Suspicious.
Nigel folded his arms across his chest. “I told you that you should have let me do it, Mistress. I wouldn’t have let you down.”
I looked at his tiny little arms. There was no way he could have done it. His arms were skinnier than mine. “I’m sure there will be an event for you soon.”
“But I’m very strong for my size. I’m much bigger in many areas than one might assume.”
I stared at him. What exactly was he saying? I found myself glancing down to the front of his onesie. And…he was definitely filling it out. Really he was stretching out the material.Why am I looking at the naughty bits of Nigel’s workout outfit?!
A slow smile spread across Nigel’s face. And I not so subtly stepped a little farther away from him.
The next event was Codpieces and Turtlenecks, which turned out to be a fashion show for men. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around how the scoring worked, but that didn’t make the event any less entertaining to watch.
The first few guys came out in tight swim trunks. Let’s pretend like they each earned an 8 for having great abs. Who knows? Maybe that really was how the scoring worked.
Then Cole strutted out. His walk was good enough that I wouldn’t have been surprised if he got an invite to model at the next Miami Swim Week. But what I was really focused on was his MASSIVE erection tenting his swim trunks.
Oh my God.
He got to the end of the catwalk and popped his hip outhard. It would have looked super feminine and ridiculous, but with aboner like that, it was no wonder he was confident enough to make it work. He winked at me and tore off his trunks.
I expected him to just be fully nude, but instead he was wearing a little speedo with a huge metal codpiece.
“Oh, what a reveal!” gasped Nigel.
“We have a reveal too, right?” I asked.
Nigel stared at me. “That’s like askingare fax machines the best form of communication?”
“So…we don’t have a reveal? Damn it, Nigel! You said you had the perfect show planned.”
“I’m confused. I just told you that I did have a reveal planned.”
“No. You compared reveals to fax machines or something.”
“Right. Fax machines are the best form of communication. Ergo we do have a reveal. Two, actually.”
“And a codpiece?”
