Scout Daddy, sensing he was about to lose his title (or the butt-plug), reacted swiftly and bounded back onto the stage. (Loped was more like it, but you could tell it took quite a lot of inertia to move his heavy legs.) Rapidly, he removed his shirt to reveal the ripped and bulging pecs and abs hidden beneath. Sven just stood there and grinned. I sensed he had something up the proverbial sleeve. Shouts for Sven were outnumbering his competitor two to one, and, so, within seconds, both men were standing before us in nothing but shoes, socks, and jocks. (Kudos for their creativity in finding one black jock and one tan jock to match their respective outfits.)
When the chanting grew to a roar and it was unclear who the victor was, Sven calmly turned his back to the audience, bent down, and r
