Chapter 5: Hot Tub
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the beach, the bachelors made their move. They were no longer just soaking up the rays and engaging in banter; they were on a mission to rack up points and push the competition to new heights. Brown, Kiernan, Arnold, and Charlie all converged on Benji, eager to get in on the action.
Pietro, still licking his wounds after the Charlie interruption, decided to take a more subtle approach and use the mass of points he has acquired to better seduce Benji the next day. Brown was decidedly more bold in his pursuit. he slipped into the water's edge, where Benji was standing, and slid his arm around the smaller man's waist.
"Hey, Benji," he said, his deep voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Benji's spine. "How’s the island been treating you." Benji felt a flutter in his chest as he looked up at Brown, whose face was serious for once.
The Māori man’s dark eyes seemed to bore into Benji’s, and for a moment, they just stood there, the water lapping at their feet. Then, Brown smiled, a radiant grin that seemed to light up the beach.
”Benji, the island’s been treating you great, huh?” Brown asked, his voice deep and full of warmth. His thick, bubbly chest was inches from Benji’s face, and he could feel the heat radiating from Brown’s skin. He was completely entranced by Brown’s strong features and massive cock, visible through the tiny trunks he wore.
”Y-yeah,” Benji stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze drifted over Brown's powerful frame, drinking in the sight of his bubble chest and impressive cock. He felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear as he realized how attracted he was to the large, muscular man. Benji leaned into him, emboldened by the privacy of the moment and the setting sun. "Yeah, it's been amazing," he replied, his voice breathy.
Brown's grin widened, and he pulled Benji closer, his large, strong arms enveloping Benji's smaller frame. "I'm glad to hear that," Brown murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Benji's spine. "You know, there's something I've been wanting to do all day."
Benji felt his heart race as Brown's eyes darkened with desire. "What's that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brown leaned in, his face inches from Benji’s, his warm breath sending a shiver down his spine.
As Benji and Brown stand transfixed, two of the other bachelors seem to materialize out of nowhere, like wolves locking onto prey. Benji’s a fluttering little bird surrounded by towering giants. Kiernan rolls in wearing an air of nonchalant charm, and Arnold booms laughter.
Benji takes a step back, trying to avoid them, but Kiernan grabs his wrist. “What’s wrong, little Benji? Hiding out from us now?” the six-foot-three model asks with a smile and with an eyebrow quirk that clearly says he means it.
Kiernan's piercing blue eyes are playful yet inviting. The pastel sunset paints the sky a warm orange hue, casting long, dancing shadows across the sand.
”It’s starting to get cold out here, why don’t all four of us head to the hot tub?” Kiernan suggests, his voice smooth and confident, as if he knows everyone will follow his lead. He flashes a winning smile that lights up his chiseled face, his perfect white teeth contrasting against his tanned skin.
Benji's eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks from Kiernan to Brown, and then to Arnold. He feels a sudden sense of unease, the thought of being trapped in the hot tub with all three of the massive men sending a shiver down his spine.
He turns to Brown, hoping for some support, but Brown just smiles and gives a small nod, as if to say, "It'll be fun, trust me."
Arnold winks, "Let's go, Benji. The water's nice and warm, and I promise we'll take good care of you." His deep voice rumbles like thunder, and his Austrian accent makes it sound even more commanding. He claps Benji on the back, sending a jolt of energy through him.
"I-I don't know, guys," Benji stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. He's both terrified and intrigued by the idea, his body tensing up as he considers the proposition. He looks down at his tiny speedo, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Arnies loud laughter booms around him like thunder.
"Bro, the hot tub is open. Its so hot it feels like hellfire," Arnold says, chuckling at his own joke. Benji's eyes roll inwardly, but before he can say anything, the four men part, and Benji trips over a loose rock.
Kiernan slides his arm around Benjis shoulders.
"Careful, cutie," he says, a deep rumble of laughter escaping his lips.
Without hesitation, he drops into a fireman's carry and scoops Benji into his massive arms, carrying him towards the hot tub. Benji's small hands flail wildly as he tries to grab onto something—anything—but only Kieran’s muscled body presents itself.
The six-foot-three giant carries Benji like it’s nothing, heading straight for the hot fuckbucket built in the corner. Heat rolls off that thing and Benji wants a damn heat shield but the Kiernan’s massive arms keep him frozen in place.
Kieran slides into the hot tub, Benji bouncing on his massive, muscular arms. Heat blasts him instantly—like breathing in pure fire but pleasant as fuck. As Kiernan sets Benji down, he settles surrounded by these three giants.
Arnold sits next to him on the left, Kiernan on the right.
Sweat erupts across their faces instantly. The hot tub feels like a desert furnace, scorching the skin off your face. Benji shivers under the assault, like a cold-parched lizard.
Arnold starts rubbing his back, his thick Austrian accent echoing across the water. “Aww man, chill out, Benji, we've got you.”
Kiernan, cool and chivalrous, slides in next to him and grabs his waist for support. “Yeah, Benji. You’ve got your spot between us.”
Kiernan’s deep voice is a comforting rumble, though Benji’s too dazed by the heat to argue. Kiernan's hand slides onto and up his thigh, a gentle pressure that melts into the heat. Benji shivers under this unexpected touch, the sensations mixing like oil and water—surprise, heat, adrenaline.
What the fuck, he thinks, his mind fogging up from the heat, but still manages to form a sarcastic one-word response. “W-wait.”
Kiernan chuckles, a dark rich note that sends a shiver down Benji’s spine. “Relax, cutie, it's just support."
Charmer-mode much?
Kiernan’s hand shifts to press against Benji’s erection, a smooth and confident motion that makes Benji's breath hitch. "Don't worry,” he whispers.
His voice rumbles through his chest, barely above a whisper, but still manages to give off that dominating tone. “It’s just making sure you stay comfortable in here, Benji.”
Benji blinks at Kiernan, his chest throbbing as though the mention of his erection is the only stimulus it needs. The pressure against his crotch becomes more definite as Kiernan adjusts his hand. The touch is soft, calming, yet it sends shivers down his spine. He's caught off guard by how much he likes it.
"W-what are you doing?" Benji stammers, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.
Kiernan's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smirks.
His grip on Benji's waist tightens gently. "Just helping you relax, cutie."
His voice is low, even deeper than Pietro's, which makes Benji's cock throb harder against his thighs. Kiernan's large hands are incredible, the way they fit—yet don’t—wrap around him. Benji finds himself shivering despite the heat, like his body is being turned inside out.
The pressure of Kiernan’s hand against his cock is still, but he can feel Kiernan’s pulse, his fingers moving just enough to keep Benji hard. This sensation makes him feel small. Vulnerable. Fucking raw.
One of the other men decides to intervene about the hot tub session.
Arnold, with his booming voice, says, "Hey, let's not scare the little guy. Kiernan, why don't you let him go and I'll give him a massage?"
Kiernan chuckles, his deep voice washing over Benji. "I'm not scaring him, Arnold. I'm helping him relax. But if you think you can do better, by all means." He slowly removes his hand from Benji's erection, a smirk playing on his lips.
Benji feels a rush of relief and panic as Kiernan's hand leaves his cock. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.
He thinks back to the other night with Arnold and decides he should probably go back to his room. It's definitely safer, he tells himself, though the thought of returning alone seems less appealing now that he's seen his body reacted to Kiernan's touch.
Kiernan's hand lingers over Benji's waist, the gentle pressure a subtle reminder of what just happened. The hot tub's warm water and the massive bodies surrounding him make Benji feel small and overwhelmed. He inches his way along the bench, trying to escape the circle of men, but Kiernan slides closer, his arm reaching across the water to steady Benji once more.
"Hey, little one," Kiernan murmurs, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "No need to be shy. Arnold here just wants to help you out."
Arnold's massive hands spread out in front of him, his palms up in a gesture of reassurance. "I promise, Benji. I'll be gentle. Just let me help you relax."
Benji hesitates, his eyes darting from Arnold to Kiernan and back again. He's torn between his desire to please and his fear of the unknown. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can feel the heat of the water searing his skin. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I-I don't know," he stammers. "I'm not really a...
massage guy."
Kiernan chuckles, a low rumble that makes the water around them ripple. “Don’t worry, Benji. You’ll enjoy it. Arnold’s great at making people feel good.”
Benji blushes deeply, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and fear. The heat in the hot tub seems to intensify, making his skin prick with sweat.
Kiernan’s hand still lingers on Benji’s waist, providing him with a sense of comfort and reassurance. Arnold, on the other hand, seems undeterred by Benji’s hesitation. He smiles, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
”Alright little one,” Arnold says, his voice deep and soothing. “Let’s get this going. I’ll take care of your muscles.”
Benji takes a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. He wants to make a good impression, even though he’s still unsure about this whole situation.
Arnold grins wildly, like he's been planning this move for years, as he asks for an open, preferably unexposed part of Benji's skin.
Kiernan watches intently, a bit anxious but trusting in Arnold's technical expertise. Brown feels left out and realizes the two other men have completely stolen his moment with Benji. The two others around him seem to have found their spots and plan to make the most of it.
***
Benji finally agrees to a partial massage, but only briefly. Kiernan backs off and watches, his large arms crossing over his chest. Brown appears less enthused but still plans to stick around in case things somehow go his way.
Arnold's massive hands spread out on Benji's lower back, his fingers finding a large knot in the small of Benji's back. "You're really tense here, little one," Arnold says, his deep voice full of concern.
Benji nods, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to relax. "Yeah, I guess I am," he murmurs, his body stiffening slightly as Arnold begins to work the knot out with skilled precision.
"There you go," Arnold says soothingly, "That's better, right?"
Benji nods again, his body relaxing under Arnold's touch.
“Yeah, that feels good,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brown watches the exchange, his expression darkening as he realizes he's missed his chance to gain more points. He sighs, stepping out of the hot tub and toweling off his massive frame. "I think it's time for me to call it a night," he announces, his deep voice tinged with disappointment. He looks down at Benji, a flicker of something like regret flashing across his features.
“You coming, Benji?” Brown asks, his voice softening slightly. “I could use some company tonight if you’re up for it.”
Benji’s eyes flutter open, meeting Brown’s gaze. He hesitates, torn between the strange comfort he feels with Arnold and the allure of spending time alone with the towering Māori man.
The sun’s gone, casting the beach in deep shadows, and the air’s cooled down, carrying a hint of sea and salt. Benji takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the possibilities.
“Yeah,” he says finally, trying to sound casual. “I’ll come with you.”
Brown smirks, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Good. I’ll walk you back to your room. It’ll be nice to have some company.” He offers Benji his hand, his massive fingers closing around Benji’s like a vice.
Benji blushes, feeling a rush of excitement and embarrassment as he takes Brown’s hand. The contact is electric, sending shivers down his spine and making his heart patter in his chest.
As they walk away from the hot tub, the other bachelors watch them with curious glances.
Kiernan raises an eyebrow, while Arnold grins widely, impressed. Brown, however, seems content, his hand wrapped around Benji's as they head towards Benji's room, the late-night chill and darkness casting an intimate glow over their walk.
The silence between them is comfortable, the only sound the gentle rustle of sand beneath their feet. Brown breaks the silence, his voice low and soothing. “I feel like our moment on the beach was cut short.” he says, regret etched in his deep, rumbling voice.
Benji shuffles his feet, his face still flushed from the heat. “Yeah, but I was… enjoying myself.” he replies, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracks slightly on the last word.
Brown squeezes his hand, his fingers intertwining smoothly with Benji's. “Good,” he says, a hint of warmth in his voice. “I didn't mean to overwhelm you.
I'm sorry,” Brown murmurs, his large hand still enveloping Benji's small one. They approach Benji's door, the moon casting a silvery glow over the thatched roof. “You felt amazing in my arms, and I couldn't resist.”
With a gentle tug, Brown pulls Benji closer, his massive frame towering over Benji's slender one. Benji's heart pounds in his chest as he looks up into Brown's dark eyes, their depths swirling with desire and something softer, more tender.
Brown leans down, his large, strong arms encircling Benji's small frame. Without warning, he presses his lips softly against Benji's, a gentle kiss that lingers for a moment before deepening. Benji's eyes widen in surprise, but his body responds instinctively, melting into the kiss.
Brown's lips are warm and full, and Benji can feel the softness contrasting with the strength of Brown’s massive arms. The kiss deepens, and Benji loses himself in the moment, forgetting his apprehensions. The only thing that matters is the connection he feels with Brown, a connection that transcends words. For one perfect moment, they are lost in the beauty of their shared passion. But like all things fleeting, the moment passes.
Brown pulls back, his eyes locking onto Benji's for a brief, intense moment. “Goodnight, cutie,” he says, his deep voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down Benji’s spine.
Benji nods, his face still flushed from the kiss. He feels empty and left wanting, his heart still racing from the connection they just shared.
Brown smiles softly, his massive frame towering over Benji’s smaller one. “I’ll catch you later.”
And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving Benji standing alone in the moonlit darkness, his skin prickling with goosebumps.
Benji can’t help but feel a sense of longing, a deep desire to be with Brown again. He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the feelings that are flooding his chest. He knows he can’t follow Brown into the night, not when he’s still unsure about his feelings for the other bachelors.
—
Meanwhile, just as Benji steps into his room, the other bachelors reconvene at the beachside bar, the moon casting a silver glow over their muscular frames. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the air as they meet up, just before midnight, eager to show off their points.—
Kiernan, stretching his massive arms behind his head, grins at the others. "So, who wants to go first?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that commands attention. "I've only got two."
Arnold laughs, grinning at the others as Brown chuckles beside him. Pietro throws up his hands, laughing. “Oh, we’re living with a toddler now.”
Charlie quietly rolls his eyes and stares at his empty beer glass, “Gotta get bigger muscles, boys. Gotta get bigger muscles.”
Kiernan groans, falling deeper into his chair. “Spare us the jealousy, shrimp.”
The group laughs, the air thick with banter and booze as they discuss points and poolside tactics. Pietro stands up, a wide grin on his face. “I don’t know if any of you noticed the package between my legs, but it had some fun with Benji on the beach today and scored me six points.”
I saw firsthand this thing come to life, and now I get why Benji is scared,” Charlie says, and shakes his head. “Well, maybe not scared but… yeah, a little bit.
“Damn, I got five points” Arnold says, his voice booming as he spreads his “Then Brown crashed the party, otherwise I would’ve ended up with more and now Benji’s all smitten with him.” He grins, and the other bachelors chuckle, sharing a laugh over the day's events.
Brown shares he got three points and Charlie says he only got two points.
Pietro slams his beer on the bar with a cheeky grin.
Brown raises an eyebrow. “Six points isn’t fucking impressive, but I still beat you all things considered.”
Kiernan jumps in with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, yeah, but all bets are off if someone’s actually connecting with Benji. They can start stacking points and we’ll all be falling behind—”
“Fuck that noise,” says Arnold, tossing his empty beer bottle in the trash.
“Time to use those points to get so fucking big, Benjis pants fall at the sight of us.”
Everyone roars with laughter and clinks their glasses together, the noise lingering for a moment before settling into the night air. Brown's laughter echoes deep and long, his massive arms flexing as he grins.
Arnold shakes his head. “Good job, everyone. We’ve gotta focus,” he barks like a drill sergeant.
The group quiets, their expressions shifting to seriousness. Black as the night outside, the beachside bar lights casting them in a warm glow of beer and fire and good-natured competition.
The clock hits midnight and screens appear before each bachelor showing them their stats.
Arnold: 6’5, 8”, 55 muscle 270lbs
Brown: 6’4, 10”, 48 muscle, 220 lbs
Charlie: 6’0, 7” , 30 muscle, 170 lbs
Pietro: 6’2, 10”, 40 muscle, 190 lbs
Kiernan: 6’3, 8”, 53 muscle, 250lbs
The men get quiet as they click the floating screens, watching their avatars shift before finally deciding how to spend their points. As each man clicks the transform button, their bodies begin to shift and grow.
Arnold: 6’7, 9”, 61 muscle 320lbs
Brown: 6’5, 11”, 51 muscle, 250 lbs
Charlie: 6’2, 7” , 30 muscle, 185 lbs
Pietro: 6’4, 12”, 46 muscle, 230 lbs
Kiernan: 6’5, 8”, 53 muscle, 260lbs
The bachelors leap out of their chairs as their new stats flash on the screens, their wide grins of excitement and challenge written all over their faces.
"What the fuck, how do I go from 190 to 230 with just two points in muscle and two in height!" Pietro exclaims, his beer almost forgotten.
Arnold slams his fist on the counter. "Damn, I expected 1.5 inches or some shit. I guess one point still just makes your dick one inch bigger"
Charlie shrugs. "Not me, not today. I’m still so fucking small. Dammit! Even with both points I do height I look like a fucking dwarf."
Kiernan: "Shut the fuck up, boys. We’re hustling getting started. Getting points gets harder from here on out, just a hug won’t be enough."
Brown chuckles, shaking his massive head.
“Bro, size doesn’t matter when it comes to connection,” he says, slapping Charlie on the back.