He enters the contest

"You're on. Tell your friend to enter my name as a contestant." I growled.

"Good. Just remember; you have to win first place. And be prepared to suffer if you lose." Svetlana grinned.

"I won't lose." I insisted, although I was secretly concerned about that part. What would happen if I lost?

A few days later, Svetlana drove me to a mansion in the hills, blindfolded. She explained the rules of the contest along the way, although she was vague on the specifics.

The contest was made up of three trials. The first trial was basically a dick-measuring contest - the bigger and better you were hung, the more points you got. Second trial was a test of might, enduring stress and carrying heavy stuff - the stronger and tougher you were, the more points you got. Third trial had you solve puzzles, more points awarded the more you solved. The men with the most points got "prizes" for first, second and third place while the men who couldn't place got "punished." Svetlana informed me I wasn't cleared to know what exactly the prizes and punishments were.

When we got inside the manor, we met with several of Svetlana's friends, more women (whom I didn't know), some women in fancy robes who were the judges, and the only men there who were the contestants...including Rod...

Each man was lead to a different guest bedroom by a judge, to begin their trails in private. The women waited in the parlour. My judge was a very pretty redhead with pale skin and freckles, she moved with absolute confidence as she laid me down on the bed and announced the first trial was beginning, clipboard in hand.