Chapter 5
James felt awkwardly out of place. The roar of the spectators. The claustrophobic crowds. Hoards of people descended upon James' school to watch and cheer for their school swim team. He felt overwhelmed to say the least. Agitation grew as he questioned his worthiness to be on the team. He imagined he was the ugly duckling everyone whispered about amongst themselves: how was he deserving of this position? Inadequacy and self-doubt ran rife in his mind. He was by no means a good swimmer, let alone a competent one. Compared to his other team mates who had been training and competing for years, he viewed himself as woefully appalling in terms of speed and prowess. He now knew he wasn't on the team for his swimming skills, but rather what he could offer the team sexually. Whilst the thought of being able to sexually serve his fellow team mates excited him, he at least wanted to be considered somewhat of an equal swimmer by his peers.
Sitting upright in his new skin tight Speedos, surrounded by his team mates, it dawned on James why he felt so out of place. His worry about the crowds and his worthiness had made him forget the earlier events of the day. His new swim suit felt about three-four sizes too small. When he looked in the mirror he could very clearly see the outline of his penis and testicles. Looking down, he was mortified to realise that by sitting, the tightness of the fabric caused his foreskin to retract, clearly displaying the head of his cock to anyone who looked. He had been sitting like this for hours. Conversely, his team mates all sat with sweat pants and hoodies, only removing the clothing when warming up or racing. Initially he thought himself paranoid when spectators kept staring in his direction. In one instance a students father, sitting in the stands, continuously stared at his crotch. When James noticed and made eye contact, the older man replied with a wink and continued to leer. More troublesome was the fact this same man, like many others in the crowd, had an expensive looking camera with a large lens, capable of taking any number of crystal clear photos. He felt so foolish for being so exposed. Yet, he also felt conflicted, he did enjoy the exhibition aspect of wearing Speedos, but now he just felt like he was there to be ogled and used by anyone; almost completely exposed bar a thin piece of tight fabric.
James' anxiety was further heightened when he felt what was likely a combination of cum and lube dripping onto seat of the swim briefs. He could only imagine how the liquid may make the white material see through, just like it had at the front earlier.
Prior to the meet the coach had privately summoned him to the locker room to discuss proper swim attire. He reiterated what Brad said on their first encounter, that his original suit was too baggy.
"I'll be honest, most of the guys have slightly bigger frames. Unfortunately I don't have the right size for you with the school logo and colours. But I do have the perfect size for you in white" the coach said whilst holding a tape measure in his hand.
James nervously shifted on his feet. He was naked and standing on the bench. The coach insisted, so that he could get accurate measurements without clothing interfering. The man reached up and continued to take measurements, with his fingers lingering longer than James thought necessary. He proceeded to wrap the tape measure around the students hips. In doing so he flicked up his flaccid penis. The coach casually moved it to the side, holding it out of place. James became even more uncomfortable. He was acutely aware of how fear and the stone cold room made his usual three inch penis even smaller and less impressive.
The boy watched as the man jotted down more measurements. The older man stood and looked to be contemplating something important. "Turn around with your back to me" the coach ordered. Obediently, James complied somewhat relieved to hide his cock, which was just inches away from the coaches face moments ago.
James went completely rigid as he felt hands prying his buttocks apart. Shock coursed through his body. Even though he was rapidly growing used to this type of treatment, it felt strange as the older man was dressed and had acted like everything he was doing was completely normal. He had in no way indicated anything sexual was going to happen.
"Yeah, this is going to slow you down. You have have wisps of hair scattered across your body, more so around your hole. You're lucky it's not much, some of the guys have to wax or shave regularly" the coach said nonchalantly. "This hair is going to have to go. I'll give you a hand as some of it is in hard to reach places for you" the man continued.
James stood wide eyed. He knew some swimmers shaved their bodies to help with speed, but given how little hair he had he didn't think he'd need to. He especially didn't want this man to do it. When Brad explained the swim team would be using him for sexual relief, he did mention the coach too, but he had forgotten that detail and didn't think it would be as indirect as this.
"This may burn a bit" the man behind him boomed. James jumped not even realising he had left. He felt large hands slathering cream generously across his body. He worked his hands on his buttocks and in its cleft. The man lingered around his hole longer, massaging the cream in and around it. The man worked quickly applying the cream on James' shrivelled balls and cock. He spread the cream across the rest of his body including his legs, chest, abdomen, back and arms.
The first thing James realised was just how much the cream stunk. This was quickly followed by a burning sensation that especially worsened and became intolerable around his hole.
"Sir, this is really uncomfortable. May I rinse it off?" James pleaded.
"Not yet" the coach replied, inspecting for any areas missed. He was satisfied from the neck down James was completely coated.
"Sir...please" James continued to plead, sounding more desperate.
Ignoring him the coach continued to watch the boy, occasionally glancing at his wrist watch. "Five more minutes" he announced.
James felt like his entire skin was burning. His hole felt like it was on fire. He would take another spanking or brutal fucking over the sensation like a million angry ants were taking their revenge on him.
The coach effortlessly picked James up and placed him under the shower. Not ready for the blast of cold water, he began to hyperventilate as he was hit in all directions by icy liquid. James' breathing made him feel dizzy and unable to catch his breath. With the water off the coach used a wash cloth to wipe down and remove any traces of hair. Looking down at this body James felt even more self conscious with no hair. Before having time to dwell on his denuded body, James was yet again blasted by cold water to complete his rinsing.
Shivering and stunned James stood silently. He began to realise his hole still burnt. Panicking he was desperate rinse under the shower again, but hesitated due to the coach.
"Something the matter?" The coach asked.
"It still burns, sir...around my hole. May I shower again?" James asked sheepishly, shaking his legs back and forth.
"No, that probably won't help. This will" the coach replied. He placed two hands on James' shoulders and guided him to the toilet. "This is something you'll need to get practice at doing yourself" the coach explained, "especially for tomorrow night."
Curious, James was lead by the older man into a large cubicle. He watched the man unravel and small hose attached to the toilet, and then unwrapped and connected a plastic looking dildo to the tip. The man then took what appeared to be lubricant slowly applied it to the plastic nozzle. James slowly realised what was about to happened and became mortified.
"I'm going to show you how to do this once, after that you'll need to do it yourself" the coach said. Before James had a chance to protest the man bent the student forward and inserted the nozzle. James could feel himself becoming uncomfortably full until suddenly the pressure stopped. The man guided James to sit on the toilet and commanded him to "release". Over the last few days James thought he had reached the peak of humiliation. He was wrong.
The coach repeated the process several times much to James' dismay.
"Feel better now?" The coach asked the newest team member.
Not sure how to respond or even if he wanted to be truthful he quietly replied, "yes sir."
The coach left the cubicle with James sheepishly in tow.
"Based on what Brad has told me and my own observations, you either really enjoy this type of thing, or are willing to put up with it for another reason. Ordinarily, any other person would've either told me to fuck off or ran out of this room long ago. You haven't said a word" the coach commented.
"You know what's going to be required of you tomorrow night, yes?"
"Not fully, sir, Brad mentioned some of it" James replied slightly shivering. He had hoped he could either have a towel or get changed.
"The meet starts in a few hours. Tomorrow night when it ends you'll be the entertainment. You'll be fucked from both ends for hours, not just from students of this school but many others. The area is dark and you'll mostly be blindfolded so it's unlikely someone will recognise you. That's what it's going to take to be a member of this team. Remember, your duties won't end after tomorrow night and later on even more will be expected of you. If you don't want that you're free to go. If you want to stay on the team that's just some of the things that will be expected of you. So, staying or going?" The coach asked bluntly.
James briefly thought on it. Part of him wanted to leave now and forget this whole experience. On the other hand, he felt he had already come so far and experienced too much. To throw it away now meant he could be missing out on experiences he may never get again. He remembered the reason why he joined; the chance to be close to Brad. He had definitely gotten more than that.
"Staying, sir" James more confidently replied.
The coach thought to himself Brad was right, they had found a perfect submissive for the team. Wordlessly, the older man unzipped his fly and let his cock flop out. The fact this man was now exposing himself a few days ago would be astounding to James, now he was just stunned at the size of the man's penis in a soft state. He was cut and although not erect had a large penis that was as long as it was round.
The man merely pointed at his cock whilst maintaining eye contact with James. Already knowing what he wanted, James moved forward and knelt on the cold hard floor. He slowly began to lick the head of the cock and gently on the sides to the base. His tongue traced along all ridges of its head, resulting in its complete engorgement. James moved back slightly to assess its size, his penis was slightly bigger than Brad's and just as intimidating.
James for some strange reason wanted to make the man happy and began to bob back and forth on the cock, not even able to take a quarter of its length to the base without gagging. He looked up at the man in the eyes to see if he was doing the right thing, but found the man had to gauge.
"Lay down on the bench, face up" the coach commanded James. The boy complied, thinking he had done poorly, he felt disappointed in himself. He moved his mouth away and wiped tears away from gagging. The older man retrieved a bottle of lubricant and applied a small amount to his cock.
The coach faced the boy and slightly knelt down. He lifted each leg and bent it so it was resting over his shoulders. He then leant forward and wrapped his arms around the lads chest. He moved to stand upright. James was startled the man could so effortlessly hold him upright against gravity. The coach guided James' hole so it lined up with his cock. Once satisfied with its position the older man firmly pressed forward, making James grimace at the sudden, large intrusion. Feeling overly full, James could feel the his ass perched partially on top of the man's cock, using it as seat.
The coach could feel part of his hard dick encased by the warm, tight hole. He gripped the boy's under arms and slowly began to lift him. James groaned and rested his head against the mans face in front of him. Even though he was no longer a virgin he still found the sensation both painful, yet oddly satisfying. He tried to relax his hole but all he could think about was how this dick was bigger than Brad's and it felt equally as brutal.
The older man caught him self in the mirror. He loved the size comparison between himself and the younger man. He looked easily double the size of the boy he was fucking. His slender legs were stretched to their limit over his shoulders. His arms were tightly wrapped around his thick neck. Even though the boy was nearly folded over in half he did not have an ounce of fat; instead showing a flat abdomen and chest, with little muscle definition.
Turned on even more the coach had promised himself initially to show restraint and to go easy on the student. The image in the mirror spurred him on to fuck with abandon. He completely thrusted forward to the hilt. He enjoyed flexing his cock in its new sheath and feeling the warmth completely encasing it. He watched as James' face contorted at the full intrusion. James in turn had only started to get used to this new position and wasn't ready for all of the coach's dick to be buried in his ass. Hastening his pace the coach began to fully withdraw only to slam back in. James began to yelp as his hole felt a different type of pain as the man quickly increased the brutishness of his fucking. Lifting him and slamming him back down on his cock repeatedly.
The man changed his position yet again, almost throwing James onto his back on the bench. Keeping his legs over his shoulders, the man completely lost to lust, pummelled the hole, disregarding any potential discomfort the student may feel.
James watched as the larger man was nose to nose with himself, staring him in the eyes. James' knees were almost level to his head, as he was continuously fucked. The coach's look of primal lust scared the boy further mixed with the aggressiveness of his fucking and the torment his ass was feeling. The older mans demeanour changed, with his eyes rolling back and letting him loud grunting sounds.
The older man panted on top of James who's legs were becoming increasingly sore with the locked position they were in. He lay on top of James recovering. James could smell the coach's musk and feel the heat radiating off him, with sweat dripping onto his face.
The quick withdrawal of the cock from his hole caused James to realise just how sore his ass and legs were. They felt cramped as he tried to lower his legs down. He gently jiggled his lower half, trying to stretch and get feeling back. He watched as the man slowly stood to zip up his fly. Looking down James could see just how erect he was and was leaking precum profusely.
"Over here" the coach beckoned James. Cautiously, James stepped under the shower head again only to be blasted by cold water. Satisfied that it had its desired effect and caused James to quickly shrink back to his soft size the man walked across the room and threw the boy a towel.
"Dry off and wait here" the coach once more gruffly ordered.
James was cold, shivering and slightly disappointed he didn't get to cum. He quickly dried himself and watched as the man returned with what looked like a tiny white Speedo that could never fit him.
"This is the correct size for you. Keep it on now and through out the meet, that way you'll get used to it." The coach continued, "you're a quick learner and natural submissive. Tomorrow night will be a big test for you. Normally I like to make sure the team's cum dump has more practice first so I'm not embarrassed, but I think you'll do the team proud."
James stood in front of the mirror with the new Speedo as he watched as the coach leave the locker room. He felt strangely satisfied at the coach's words of encouragement. He was tempted to jerk off but thought against it, figuring the coach would have told him to do so if he were allowed. He caught himself in that train of thought and became slightly worried about his new mindset.
He placed one leg at time through each opening and pulled the briefs up. He struggled moving them up and above his hips. His penis and balls felt compressed, like a face firmly pressed against glass. The fit was tight against his skin. He looked in the mirror and was dismayed. His penis and testicles were very clearly visible to anyone looking. He always enjoyed the thought about showing off in Speedos but this felt different. Precum began to leak into the fabric making it transparent. Horrified James wondered how he would get through today and tomorrow. He knew wearing the Speedo would likely turn him on, causing more leakage and thereby completely showing off his goods so to speak, but would also embarrass him to no end.