Time for the viewers to get to know Contestant No.4

“Before we get there though; we need to do a bit on your profile and a bit of a voxpop…”

An arm appeared with a mic and rammed it under Rob’s head.

“So Rob, what’s your age and what do you do for a living?” asked the male voice.

“I’m 25; from Aras colony; and I’m a contract haulier..”

While one arm was busy mic’ing Rob; another pair where moving on him’ one armed with a flywheel which made a beeline for his shoulders; measuring them from end to end. The other arm locked his left wrist; manipulating his fist pointing at his head to flex out his bicep, while the flywheel measured it. Another did the same with the right, both biceps now being flexed out, which the wheel measured.

“You must travel a lot then; is this your first time on Theros?”

“Why eh, yes it is”

“And what do you think of it so far?”

“Well all I’ve really seen of it is a bar and this place; but yeah, it seems .. interesting”

“Well, we’ll make sure the games keep up that trope!”

The arms then measured out his chest around his nipple line, while his arms where suspended. It then went onto to measure his waist, before finally releasing his arms back down.

“Have you got a significant other or spouse back home, Rob?”

“Ahhh No I don’t, more of single and ready to mingle type”

“Girls, guys, or a bit of both?”

“Oh girls only!”

“Ever tried it with a guy?”

“No, I haven’t”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it”

“I think I’m good thanks, I’ve never bee- woah!”

The arms had moved to measuring his penis – one propping it up, while another rubbed the flywheel from base to piss slit.

“Relax champ, just for your profile; and that brings nicely onto our next question. So when was the last time Rob junior got some action? You get a chance to pump on the flight?”

“That’s none of your business”

“Oh come on – there are no secrets on Theros.”

The arms, satisfied with his cock measurement, also took a few of his glutes, before finishing off with the circumference of his quads.

“My last wank is my business!”

“Oh, so it was a wank rather than a blowie or a bang? That’s too bad, but I suppose all part of your line of work.”

“Anyway, so you’re an incredible hunk of a man if you don’t mind me saying, how often do you workout?” marking the first time the female voice had asked a question.

“I workout everyday; I’m an ex-marine, so I’ve been well drilled since I completed my service”

“And what muscle do you think the fairer sex are most attracted to?”

“I’d like to think my shoulders and chest, m’am, but honestly, I think they all want a piece of my ass”

Rob was not prepared for the arms to react to the question; a couple twisting his shoulder to rotate his backside to where the majority of the cameras where focused; while a few more clasped his hips and pressured the small of his back to bend forward at a 45 degree angle; making sure his features could be reviewed.

“Hey,what the fuck?”

“Just seeing for ourselves handsome. I can see your point, you’ve got that classic bubble butt a girl loves to grab a hold of during a romp”, said the female voice.

The arms carrassing his cheeks, parted them and manipulated his flesh several ways before hitting him a quick spank and returning him to face the cameras. They didn’t quite piss off though, much to his annoyance. Instead they decided to check out his pecs and shoulders; pinching his nipples forming fists to thump his chest to test it’s resilience.

“See what you mean though about the pecs, that’s one tight upper body you got” complimented the female.

Rob at this point, over his initial embarrassment stood proud like the proverbial peacock, tensing and releasing his abs, puffing out his chest; there was nothing he could really do to get his clothes back for now, and always was partial to praise.

“He may have the brawn, but hopefully he’s also got the brains to conquer all in the games!” sounded the male voice.

Rob grew more curious as to what the hell these games were.