In the closing pages of the series, Tough Love Productions holds it's immensely popular "lottery" where audience members and the television audience can win some alone time with a captive youth in need of punishment. Up first is Ted Myers and Rick Moretti.
Selling Tough Love - Part 11 (Page 6)
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough Love
It seemed that in no time at all seven days had passed and Tough Love was back on the air. This week, however, was special and record level audiences were expected nationwide. Once every other month the show’s producers enticed new viewers (and held on to old ones) by hosting the popular two hour long Lottery Evenings. Ticket prices for the studio audience soared but, even so, the high priced lotto tickets were also gobbled up as if they were going out of style. A special bank of phones and computer consoles was also installed to accommodate the nationwide television audience that was also encourage to purchase what were referred to as ‘virtual tickets’; purchased by mobile, land line, or on-line. As the opening credits faded, the excitement on the floor was palpable.
Dennis Phillips, the usual host of Tough Love, was replaced on the Lotto evenings by his colleague, Bryce Denning, who strode onto the centre stage to orchestral fanfare with a bright smile, wearing his customized dark glasses that had recently sparked a fashion craze. Though older, with a shock of white hair, Denning’s persona fairly crackled with animal energy. ‘AMERICA,’ he bellowed, ‘are you ready for the Tough Love LOTTO?!!!’ Lights flashed around multiple empty stages as the orchestra went into frenetic brass and tympanum mode. Acknowledging the cheers, Denning bowed and, turning crisply, mounted a podium graced by a slender microphone. ‘Bring on the first lot!’ he shouted and immediately bright lights highlighted a previously shadowed alcove. The curtain was raised revealing a shirtless young man clad only in desert boots and beltless camo trousers. Two grim-looking assistants, attired to vaguely resemble old fashioned Mafiosi, escorted the wary buck from the small stage where he had been nervously waiting, eventually guiding him onto a slightly raised platform in front of Bryce Denning’s podium. Denning spoke up, ‘Our first lot of the evening is Ted Myers of Lincoln, Nebraska (sporadic cheers from the studio audience). He stands at six feet even and weighs in at a hard, muscular hundred and ninety eight pounds.’ The crowd could see that Ted’s development was exceptional from the toned state of his bare torso, lightly oiled before the show, and displayed to perfection as his beltless trousers sagged around narrow hips. The assistants laid hands on his quivering shoulders and gently forced him to turn around, revealing a smooth back- broad at the shoulders, narrow at the waist- rippling with muscle. ‘Ted comes to us from the local university where he is a student and also deeply involved in varsity sports…and that, it seems, is the problem,’ Denning feigned prissy regret, ‘because Ted, along with a few of his team mates was recently caught fixing a game. Yes,’ he sighed, ‘for filthy lucre!’The trembling athlete was turned around once again to face the cameras and audience. ‘The first round of tickets are now on sale for a mere $5.99 each and are available to both the studio and viewing audience,’ Denning intoned, ‘So who wants to spend an hour of, um, quality time with young Ted in order to teach him some very special lessons?’ The screen faded to a commercial break just as the sound of several banks of telephones all ringing at once filled the air.
When Tough Love Lotto returned Ted Myers still stood dejectedly in front of the podium. ‘Time’s UP!!’ Denning shouted, ‘for round one…but you still have a FINAL CHANCE to win this strapping young stud for an hour of pure pleasure in one of our customized punishment rooms!’ Drums pattered as Denning nodded to one of the assistants, ‘STRIP HIM!’ The audience watched breathlessly as the assistant moved forward to do Denning’s bidding. The young men who were sold at the Lotto were very rarely bound and Ted Myers was no exception. For that reason, when the time came for the confused, humiliated and thoroughly frightened young studs to lose their clothing in order to be displayed buck naked to an audience numbering in the millions, their reactions could vary wildly. Some snapped and offered fierce resistance requiring the attention of a small army of attendants before finally being subdued and stripped. Others pleaded, swore, blustered in order to stall for time, or stoically accepted their fate. Stripping the Lotto stud was one of the highlights of the show. 
In the end, Ted took it like a man. With visibly clenched jaw and a look of steely pathos in his gray eyes, he allowed the attendant to remove trousers and briefs rendering him naked and fit for final display. ‘Hands behind your head!’ Denning snapped, and Ted slowly obeyed, facing the cameras and studio audience with handsome cock and balls on full view. ‘Now that all of the, ah, goods have been revealed, my dear viewers, the stakes are raised. Tickets for ROUND TWO at $9.99, last chance with five minutes to go…’ Once again the phone banks went wild even as the buzz in the studio audience indicated brisk on-floor purchases. After a minute and a half, as cameras panned and zoomed every conceivable part of his toned young body, Ted Myers was escorted with fanfare from the center stage to one of the many peripheral platforms that slowly revolved in order to give viewers full access to his magnificent physique. With his hands cuffed behind his back and Ted was made to wait on the platform for the results of the Lotto, illuminated by a single bright spotlight.
As soon as Ted left center stage another handsome young muscle stud was brought from a different alcove to take his place. The routine would continue for the first hour of the program, but- aside from the wonderful variety among the muscular young males- there were always subtle variations as well. ‘Meet Rick Moretti, at twenty one years, five eleven, and weighing in at one ninety, he’s also quite good looking, something of a lady’s man and that, I hear, is what landed him on the show (laughter from some of the studio audience). By the look of his remarkable build, Rick is certainly no stranger to the gym. Is all of that correct, boy?’ There was steel beneath Denning’s affable tone and the confused buck nodded dumbly as he mumbled assent. Without warning, one of the assistants smoothly hiked Rick’s levis down around his knees exposing a revealing pair of fly front briefs and a fleshscape of muscular, hairy thighs. ‘Looks like we have a genuine testosterone charged brute here this evening!!!’ Denning waxed eloquent, ‘Note the pattern on his chest and belly and the wiry carpet on those magnificent legs! A MAN’s man, bullish…able to take whatever YOU have to give!’ Round one saw brisk sales and was followed by round two after an assistant had lowered the boy’s shorts. Rick Moretti’s prodigious cock and pendulous balls, which Denning said were ‘fit for a stallion’ sold many more tickets before he was led away to take his brightly illuminated place on one of the revolving platforms.
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31118azti - October 27, 2018, 8:25 am
Oh, to play with these guys!