The Swim Team Pt. 01

** Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old.

** This story contains SPH and Non-Consent/Humiliation

It's never easy growing up as a closeted gay guy in a small town where everyone believes in "traditional" values like men and women only marrying each other and beating up homosexuals. In 1961, just after turning 18, my life changed senior year at my small midwestern high school.

I hated using the bathroom at school because there always seemed to be a jock in there who wanted to give me a hard time. I wasn't out, but it was clear that I was different from other guys. My best friend was Betty, and she seemed to understand that I was different but she didn't care. Whenever I had to use the bathroom I would go to one that was back by the performing arts rooms; jocks hated the performing arts.

On that fateful Monday morning I entered my secret bathroom and was startled to see Doug Groberkerl at the sink. Doug wasn't washing his hands, but had his enormous circumcised cock out and was pissing in the sink. I froze, my eyes locked on the massive schlong he had in his hand. Doug was captain of the varsity swim team, which consisted of all seniors this year, and all ten of them happened to be 18 already.

Doug's cock size was accentuated by the fact that he was a tall slim guy, he was at least 6' which seemed huge compared to my 5'8". He was extremely handsome, like Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire, with a short neatly styled head of dark hair. He had that cocky kind of smile where you knew he was an asshole, but damn did it make you melt. Doug had absolutely no pubes. I was shocked. I didn't risk looking at guys in the locker room, so I had only ever known about myself and I had a bush.

"Can I help you, faggot?"

My heart dropped, I hadn't realized I had been ogling and he was watching me gawk the whole time. "Uh... I..."

"You want a drink?" Doug flicked his penis in my direction, I jumped out of the way, but some of his piss landed on my shoe. He laughed and returned to pissing in the sink. I froze there, trying to look at anything but him. "Did you come in here to shit or something? Or are you just trying to look at my dick like a faggot?"

He looked annoyed, but then that smile swept across his face. "I just need to pee." I whispered.

"Well, by all means." He shook the last couple drops of piss from his dick then stood aside and gestured to the sink, not putting his cock away.

"I'll just go in here." I said as I made my way to the stall. Doug was quick, though, and blocked me from going in.

"I don't think so, faggot. It's only fair that I get to see your dick after you practically sucked mine."

The heat in my face burned more intensely as I imagined what it would be like to have a cock like his in my mouth. "Please..." I mumbled.

"Please what? You need help? Of course I'll help you little guy."

Doug knocked the books outta my hand and they landed in the puddle of his piss on the floor. He grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back as he forced me over to the sink. My heart was racing faster than it ever had and my head was spinning so much I couldn't get myself to fight him or scream or say anything. At the sink he wrapped one arm around me, pinning my arms between my back and his torso. I could feel his cock pressing against my lower back. With his other hand he grabbed the button of my pants and ripped it off. He yanked the zipper down and I suddenly snapped out of my trance: he was going to see my cock, my small cock.

"No!" I tried to yell it, but it came out much softer. I pushed back against Doug, but he was much stronger than I was.

Doug laughed. "I wondered if you had any fight in you, little guy. I'm just trying to help you take a piss, you asked me to."

"No, don't, please." I begged, still trying to break free of his grasp.

"Look, faggot, you're gonna do exactly what I say." His mouth was against my ear, his voice was low and sent a chill down my spine. I stopped moving. "Good boy. If you try to run or scream or tell anyone about this I'm going to tell them your faggot ass tried to grab my dick while I was taking a piss. You know what they'll do to you in this town? They'll beat the shit out of you if they don't kill you. They're certainly gonna believe the star jock over some little nobody bitch like you."

My heart sank, it was true. "Now, you're gonna let me take your dick out and you're gonna piss in this sink, got it?" I nodded. "What the fuck is this?" Doug snapped as he resumed undressing me.

Even though I was mortified, having Doug pressed against me like this did something for my sex drive. I had never been this close to a guy before, and he was someone I'd had a crush on since I was little. Everything about him, from his looks to his smell, was intoxicating. I hadn't realized it, but my penis was hard.

Doug grabbed the waistband of my tighty whities and yanked them and my pants down to my ankles. My penis sprang out and Doug was unable to suppress his laugh when he saw it. "Wait, is that it? That's your entire dick when it's hard?" Even though it was small, it was very clear that my dick was hard as it stuck straight out. Doug held is middle finger next to my dick and laughed. "My finger is 5 inches, so your dick has gotta be 2 at the most."

The whole time he was laughing his cock flopped around outside his pants and I couldn't take my eyes off of it, it was hypnotizing me.

"It's like it's trying to hide in that massive fucking bush you've got. Alright, piss." He said, settling.

I stood at the sink, took a deep breath, then started to piss in the sink. I didn't have to touch my cock to aim it away from anything as it only hit the back of the sink. Doug watched me with a smirk on his face the entire time. When I finished he grabbed my little cock and shook the final drops out.

"Alright, put that thing away little guy. I'm gonna tell coach we found our new towel boy."

I froze with my pants halfway up my legs. "What?"

"The swim team needs a new towel boy, and that seems like a perfect job for you."

"What? No. I don't want to do that!"

Doug came over and forced my head into the sink that now reeked of piss. I felt a sharp sting on my ass from Doug hitting it. "What did I tell you, faggot? You're going to do whatever I tell you to, or else. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

Doug tucked himself into his pants, then left the bathroom. I stood there, bent over the sink, too frozen in fear to move and surprisingly very horny. I was terrified of what humiliation was waiting for me tomorrow.

***

The varsity swim team had practice right after school at 2:30. The swimming pool was put in a couple years ago, but they only started requiring the freshman to do a swimming unit in gym class. I lucked out since students were required to swim naked. Classes were gendered, of course, but the incident with Doug was further validation that I had dodged a bullet with not being forced to show my small cock to a class of guys.

I was nervous about seeing the swim team naked. They were all athletes, most of them playing multiple sports. They were all in shape and all very cute. As the towel boy I wouldn't have to be naked, and if I accidentally popped a boner I could keep it concealed.

I made my way into the locker room and refused to look at the guys as they were undressing as I walked to the coach's office. "Why is that nerd here?" One of the guys, James, scoffed. James had beautiful blonde hair that was perfectly combed over. He had that boy next door look, like he wouldn't hurt anyone and he was everyone's best friend, but James was an asshole. "He doesn't honestly think he can be on the swim team, right?"

"Calm down, James. He's the new towel boy." Doug said.

I risked a glance up at him and he was looking at me with that devilish smirk. He winked as he started pulling down his pants to reveal his cock. I quickly continued on my way.

"Hello coach." I said as I got to his office. Coach was a burly man. He was tall with broad shoulders. He had a thick dark beard and wore a tight white t-shirt that showed off his muscles and couldn't hide that he also had a hairy chest. He wore shorts that were small and tight and everyone could see that he was carrying a serious piece of meat that always threatened to poke out of his shorts. He coached most of the guy's sports throughout the year as well as teaching gym class during the day.

"Why the fuck are you here?" He asked.

I felt embarrassed, I thought Doug would have talked to him. I felt my face getting redder as I continued, "I'm here to be the new towel boy."

"Really? I wouldn't take you for a towel boy kind of guy." Coach gave me a once over. "You're certainly no athlete, so I suppose towel boy is more appropriate. Alright, strip down and meet us out there."

Coach pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him without looking. He headed out of the office but I stopped him before he could leave the locker room. "What do you mean strip down? I'm the towel boy, I'm not gonna be in the pool."

"If something happens and I need you in the pool you can't be wearing anything and fuck up the system. Besides, it's very unsanitary for you to be in there with a dirty suit while the other guys have taken care of their bodies. Now, take you're fucking clothes off or get lost."

Coach left the locker room and I stood there for a moment, petrified. I couldn't possibly go out there naked, and show my tiny cock to all those guys. I was also very soft right now, and with all my pubes my cock looked even smaller. I contemplated running, but then I heard the door and assumed coach was going to berate me, but it was Doug, with his massive cock swaying between his legs.

"What are you waiting for, faggot?" He had that smirk on his face. I hated that it scared me and intrigued me at the same time. I knew it meant he was going to torture me, but I was very aware of how I liked being tortured by him. When I had gone home yesterday I masturbated three times, each time thinking about Doug pressed against me, forcing me naked, and watching me piss.

"I can't go out there, Doug, please don't make me do this." I begged.

"I'll give you three options; the first option is you take your clothes off and walk out there naked to show the entire swim team your cock today and every day for the rest of the swim season, option two is I rip your clothes off your body and drag you out there and you'll be forced to walk home naked, or option three, you leave here and I tell everyone you're a faggot."

"Doug, please."

"Option two it is."

"What?"

Doug grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, each button popped off. I tried to grab his arms to stop him but there was no use, I was no match for his strength. He ripped the shirt to shreds. I tried to grab my pants, but he pulled my hands away and ripped them open, the second pair of pants he ripped. He didn't stop at the button though, like the shirt he shredded them. There was no way I could wear them home. Lastly, he grabbed my underwear and ripped them too. I was petrified. I was standing there in only my shoes, my small cock on display for everyone.

"The guys are gonna get a kick out of that cock nest you have." He said as he gave my cock a flick. "Hurry up and get your shoes off."

I quickly took off my shoes and socks. Doug then pushed me to the door, I had my hands covering myself. He opened the door to the pool and shoved me out.

"Where the fuck have you been Groberkerl? Practice has started!"

"I'm sorry coach, I was just helping little guy here." At that Doug gave my ass a hard smack. The guys who weren't in the pool and coach laughed at that.

That's when I noticed the four guys who weren't in the pool were naked. There were five more naked guys in the pool swimming laps. I could see the curve of their ass cheeks as they glided through the water. As Doug forced me closer to coach and the guys who were all gathered at one end of the pool I could see that these guys were all well-endowed. None of them were as big as Doug (except coach) but they were all significantly bigger than me.

I recognized Robert, John, Billy, and Dave:

Robert's family owned a farm, so he spent a lot of time out in the sun. What struck me as odd as the only tan lines he had were where his tighty whities and boots were. Did he do farm work in his underwear? He was clean shaven, as were all the guys, which I later learned was to help them go faster in the water. Robert's hair was golden and his 5 inch soft cock was circumcised.

John, like the other guys, was roughly 6' or just under. John had messy jet black hair. His body was beefier than the other guys. He had larger pecs and a larger butt. His cock was circumcised and measured 5 inches soft.

Billy had very tan skin. His mom was Puerto Rican, so he was the most diverse guy at our school at the time. He had dark black hair and a statuesque jawline. He had stubble from his trimmed beard, which he refused to completely shave since he was the only guy in school who could grow a real beard (the other guys on the team who had facial hair shaved it because it wasn't growing in even yet). Billy was thicker in his butt, and his cock was 6 inches soft, also circumcised. His balls hung a couple inches lower than that.

The last guy standing there, Dave, was the skinniest guy. He had pale white skin and red hair. The head of his 5 inches softy was bright pink.

"Alright little guy," Coach said, adopting the nickname Doug had given me. "Go grab some towels for the guys, they'll need them for their faces when they get out of the water.

I walked over to the towel bin a couple feet away. I tried to grab the towels with one hand, keeping the other over my junk, but I couldn't manage.

"What the fuck, use both hands. Are you stupid?" Coach chided.

I took a couple deep breaths to try and calm my heart rate. Away from them, I grabbed enough towels for all the guys, then, holding them in front of my crotch, I carried them over. The other guys were getting out of the pool now as the five on deck got ready for their beginning laps.

My mouth suddenly felt dry as I saw the slender guys pull themselves out of the water. One by one their handsome faces, smooth muscles, and perfect cocks came out of the water. Their cocks flopped around as they pulled themselves out.

James was one of them, with his icy blond hair that didn't seem to lose its shape even when wet. He was like a Greek statue. His skin was pale and chiseled, the most definition I'd ever seen a guy have. His clean cock and pulls were plump, his cock was the smallest soft, 4 inches roughly, but I'd heard stories about James, he was a grower. I'd heard he liked it when people doubted his size but he'd prove them wrong and wasn't shy about it. He was cocky, emphasis on the cock.

Charlie, Kenny, Donnie, and Larry were the other guys.

Charlie was Coach's son, and was like a shrunken copy. He had muscles, but was completely smooth and not even close to being beefy.

Kenny had chocolate brown hair that was buzzed short. His goal was to join the military, so being in swimming was like pre-training for him. He was muscular and had a 6 inch softie.

Donnie and Larry were identical twins. They had the same mop of sandy blonde hair. The same slender figure, the same perky butt, and the same 6 inch uncut cocks. I was curious about their cocks, wondering what it would feel like to put a finger, or my tongue, in their foreskin.

As the guys came over and started grabbing towels I panicked realizing my cock had gotten hard. I could see Doug looking at me and smirking, knowing what was about to happen. As the last guy took his towel, I used one hand to cover myself as he took it.

"What are you hiding?" James joked as he wiped his face with the towel.

"Nothing." I panicked. He could see it on my face.

If these guys all saw me with a hard dick they'd pummel me for sure. I was doomed.

"This isn't the ladies room, we've all got dicks around here." Doug laughed.

"Show us." James said. He wasn't asking. He dropped the towel in front of me. "Pick it up towel boy, with both hands."

I shot another look at Doug, who nodded. That meant I had to listen. I didn't know how I was going to get out of this. I bent over, picked up the towel with both hands, then stood again, both arms outstretched to him.

The pool room echoed with the sound of ten guys laughing at me. "Shut the fuck up." Coach boomed. "Are you guys here to stare at his little dick like a bunch of faggots or are you going to practice... wait, are you hard?" Coach asked.

The guys were stifling their laughter.

"Get in the pool." He shouted to the guys on deck. They didn't hesitate and dove in. "Hold my whistle." Coach said, and hung the whistle on my cock. I went to grab it, but Coach stopped me. "If you're going to do that here, at least make it useful. When we start real laps you're going to write down times on this clipboard next to each guy's name when I tell you, got it?"

"Yes Coach." I said, his whistle swinging around on my cock. I was hoping I'd get soft and be able to take the whistle off my cock, but my body wasn't reacting that way. My cock had never felt harder, it was like it had a mind of its own and enjoyed the humiliation.

Coach started timing the guys in the pool. As each one finished he quickly read off their times as I jotted them down on the clipboard. Coach bent down, grabbed the whistle, blew it down by my cock and told the guys to switch.

Doug came over and stood behind me, I jumped when I felt his cold wet body press against me.

"Relax, little guy, I just want to see my time." He pressed up against me again, his wet cock slipping between my cheeks. I thought I saw Coach smirk out of the corner of my eye, but it was a quick moment and I was distracted by Doug. "Hmmm..." He was taking his time even though there was hardly anything to read. "I did better last practice. I'll just have to do better next lap." He stepped away from me and gave me a slap on the ass.

My little cock was throbbing. I looked down and saw precum oozing out of it. A LOT of precum.

John came over and repeated what Doug did. What the fuck? He pressed up against me, his cock slipping into my ass. "Wow, not bad." He, too, slapped my ass as he walked away.

Then Robert repeated the gesture, then Billy, then Dave, and John. Each of them pressed their wet bodies against me, each of their cocks slipping between my asscheeks. I may have been much scronnier than them, but my ass was quite plump. Each of them also smacked it as they walked away. My left cheek was feeling the burn. I couldn't help but notice that each of their cocks seemed to stiffen a bit when they pressed themselves inside me. I couldn't help but think that a wet cock between two cheeks would cause it to awaken.

I looked down and realized that as I was being prodded, the whistle swayed and my precum dripped on it. There was a clear string of it from the tip of my cock to the whistle. I was about to try and clean it when Coach started reading off times. I quickly jotted them down, fearing what would happen if I messed up. "Got all of them?" Coach asked.

"Yes Coach."

"Good." Coach bent down to grab the whistle.

My eyes widened in fear. He clearly saw the string, he grabbed the whistle and lifted it so that the precum collected on it. He grazed the mouth piece over the tip of my cock, sending an intense pleasure through my body. He was about to blow into the whistle, then shook his head at me and put the whistle to my lips. I wrapped my mouth around it and blew. "Let's gather boys." He shouted.

He slowly pulled the whistle out of my mouth, making sure the precum all caught on my lip, then dropped it, letting it give a slight tug on my penis. "Good boy." He whispered in my ear with a low growl. He gave my right cheek a hard smack then walked over to the guys at the end of the pool.