By Aldric
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does
not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference
between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
Stone Stream Middle School Swim Team
I was the summer between seventh and eighth grade. Me and 7 other kids just coming out of 7th
grade were hoping to make it to the Stone Stream Middle School Swim
Team, more often known as SSMS Swim. I was still twelve, my birthday
wouldn’t come until near the end of the year, and tryouts had been
especially hard on me as most of the other kids trying out were older
than me. As I filed out of the locker room along with the rest of boys,
I saw the coach posting something on the wall. Hoping it was the
selection list, I ran over to it.
It was. I’d made it! Six
long weeks of fitness classes, running, swimming endless laps, all of
what it took to make the swim team was behind me. Twenty-two of us had
started, and only nine of us made the team. We’d lost 8 the first week,
and four more the second. The last one to quit was in the fourth week.
Since then, the remaining eleven of us worked hard, doing everything
required regardless of how exhausted we were.
All of us had
made the team. I read the list again: Me, Jacob Lowery, one of only 3
twelve-year-olds, the rest were thirteen. After my name was my
sister’s, Cassie. Then Cam Wagner (another 12-year-old) and his sister
April. Janet Townsend, the remaining 12-year-old. Then Carter Burns,
Tony Finley, Parker Tolson, and Shanna West. Five boys and 4 girls.
“Congratulations to all of you,” Coach Mathers said to us as we were
all high-fiving each other. “Tomorrow will the last practice session,
and it will be handled by the remaining members of the team. I won’t be
there as it will consist of just a small set of stretching and warmups
and only a few competitive events. The rest will be fun for the team.”
She looked a little red in the face, but I was so happy it didn’t
matter.
The team consisted of kids who had just finished
seventh or eighth grades. The oldest kids on the team, those who had
finished ninth grade, moved on to the high school team tryouts. There
were eight remaining swimmers plus the nine of us.
Olivia
Tolson, Parker’s older sister and the new team captain, called to the
older swimmers and asked them to stay behind for a quick meeting while
the rest of us were free to go home. Just before leaving the area I
heard her ask, “Did any of you say anything about tomorrow?”
It meant nothing to me as I ran to my bike. Normally I waited for
Cassie, but not today. Carter lived next door to me and he was already
at the bike rake waiting. We rode of together, happy that all the hard
work we’d put in and the mental effort to not quit had paid off.
That night after dinner, Cassie seemed happier than even I was. She showed me her team suit.
“Hey, I didn’t get one,” I complained. Although we were both in 7th
grade up until a few days ago, she was nearly a full year older than me
because of the differences in our birthdates and when we’d been
enrolled in 1st grade. We got along okay, but she could be a bit of a tease and a bitch when she chose to.
“None of the boys did. You guys will get yours tomorrow in the locker room.” She was smiling at me.
“What?” I asked. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do you know something I don’t?”
“You, and all boys, are dorks,” she said smugly. “I know so much more
then you about everything. But I don’t know why the girls got our suits
now and you guys have to wait until just before practice.”
It didn’t matter. I’d worked hard and made the team, and tomorrow I’d
be wearing the blue and gray SSMS Swim Team suit that I’d coveted since
starting seventh grade.
The next morning Cassie still had
that strange smile every time she saw me. I asked her about it, but she
said she was just happy that we’d both made the team. “It wouldn’t be
the same if one of us wasn’t there today,” she said. “The new girls
were told to come early for a meeting of some kind, so I’ll see you at
practice.”
She left, her new suit looking so much better
than the one she’d been wearing to practice all summer long. And then I
realized something. I’d always worn my suit to and from practice. All
the guys did. Well, all of us new guys. Most of the older boys changed
in the locker room. I was way too shy to do that! But today, I’d have
to. If I wanted the suit and to be on the team. It was a test, the
final test to see if we were really good enough to be on the team.
Apparently, it was a test just for the boys. I wasn’t looking forward
to it, but I was not going to quit the team just because I didn’t want
to be naked in front of 8 other guys.
I met up with Carter
and told him. He didn’t seem worried. Of course, he was 8 months older
than me, and when Coach Mathers told all of us to shave our legs, he
and Parker Tolson were the only two who had anything to shave, so maybe
he didn’t have a tiny, hair-less dick like me.
“Okay boys,
here’s your suits,” Adam King said once me, Carter, Cam, Tony, and
Parker were all in the locker room. “This morning, in here, you guys
are just guppies. But once you put on your suit and step out that door
you will be full-fledged members of the Stone Stream Middle School Swim
Team! Today will be a day unlike any you’ve had before. I know you are
all looking forward to having more fun than work, but none of you are
coming back into the locker room until all of you have completed
today’s practice.” He picked up the suits, which had yellow stickies on
them with our names, and handed them out. “Get changed.”
Carter Burns hadn’t looked worried about being seen naked when we left
his house, but now that he had to strip, I could see him looking
around, not wanting to be the first one.
“Do you want to be
on the team or not?” Adam asked. “If you aren’t going to change, you
may as well go out the back door and head home. And don’t come back.”
That was all it took. Tony started, and once he tossed his shirt into
his bag the rest of us joined in. Except for the older boys. They were
not changing for some reason.
It was down to me and Cam
Wagner for who was going to be last. I was hoping he’d take his boxers
off first. I wanted to know if he was bigger than me before I got
naked. But he was looking at me, probably wondering the same thing
about me. I swallowed and pushed my boxers down and got out of them and
then pulled up the new suit as fast as I could.
Cam turned his back to me, so I didn’t get to see his junk as he finished changing.
“Okay guys, get out there,” Adam said. “We’ve got to take care of a few
things in here and we’ll be out by the pool in a few minutes. Go out
there like you’re PROUD to be a member of SSMS Swim Team!”
With a cheer, we five new boys ran for the door to the pool area. The
girls were lined up around the pool, waiting for us. Trails of water
ran from the outdoor showers, which we were all required to use before
getting into the pool. The purpose was to ensure that any soap on our
bodies was rinsed off, but since none of us took a shower in the locker
room, that didn’t matter. But it was required so we hurried over to the
six shower heads.
The girls followed us, giggling. Something
was up. Expecting the water to be ice cold, I tested it as I pulled the
chain, but it was the same temperature as the pool. Not hot, but not
freezing. I got under and the other four boys joined me.
You
rinse your hair, then your face, and work your way down your body. That
was how we were taught. Only today, when I got to my suit, it felt like
it was hanging funny. As I started to rinse it, it basically
disintegrated. I mean, there were several sections that looked normal,
but they all fell separately to the bottom of the shower. I was left
naked!
I covered my crotch with my hands and looked around.
Cam Wagner hadn’t realized it yet, and I could now see that he and I
were both bald and small down there. The screams and laughter from the
eight girls got his attention. We were five boys, naked as the day we
were born, with girls standing around us.
“Warm up time,”
Olivia yelled. “Out on the deck.” I noticed she was staring at her
brother. And then I saw that Cassie’s eyes were on me.
“Uh,
something happened to our suits,” Carter said, stating what was
completely obvious. He headed for the locker room, and the rest of us
followed him.
Adam and the other three older boys were waiting for us. They were in their suits. They formed a line as we ran for the door.
Carter was first. He pushed, then pulled, and then pounded on the door.
It was locked. “Open it up Adam,” he yelled. “We’re naked!”
“I told you, none of you are going back into the locker room until
todays practice session is over,” he said. “Every boy member of this
team, going back for decades, has been here just as naked as you are.
It’s a rite of passage. It is part of being on the team. Last year it
was us who stood here pounding on the door. Today it is your turn. I
will unlock the door, but, and listen to me because this is important.
You have one minute to either leave by the back door and go home, or
return to the pool and participate in today’s practice. No boy has ever
left by the back door, and I hope than none of you will make that
choice.”
He turned and used a key to unlock the door. We all rushed inside.
The room was empty. Our bags with our clothes were gone. All the
lockers were empty. There were no towels. Even the toilet paper was
gone.
“Fuck!” Carter said. “I’ve put too much sweat and
tears into this to quit now. I’m going to be on this team. They can’t
make me quit!” He turned and went back out the door that lead to the
pool.
“I’m not going home naked,” I said. “I guess that only
leaves one choice.” I followed Carter, and Cam, Tony, and Parker
followed me.
“Good choice boys, I’m proud of you,” Adam
said. “You will be naked. It’s horrible. Embarrassing. Humiliating. But
by coming back out here you have shown us that you have what it takes
to be members of the team. Now let’s go over there and get the warmups
done.”
Olivia started with stretching exercises, which meant
that none of us could cover up. However, she quickly yelled at two
girls, my sister one of them, for paying attention to us instead of
her. After stretching, we moved on to some simple calisthenics. The
worst was the squats because they required your arms to be behind your
neck, and this time we were all on complete display to all the girls.
My dick was getting hard, and I looked around and found that all but
Tony Finney had the same problem. Then, as bad as it was, it got worse.
“Sit ups,” Olivia said. Only instead of pairing boys with
boys, she paired the four new girls and one of the older ones with us.
They held our legs down while we did the 25 sit-ups, giving them a
close-up look at our dicks and balls. April, Cam’s sister, got me while
Cassie was assigned to Carter.
Then it was our turn to hold
their legs, which didn’t make the swelling in my dick go down at all. I
looked to my left and saw that Tony was hard now too.
As
soon as the girls completed their exercises, Olivia announced that it
was time for our first competitive event of the practice. “Any naked
person has 5 minutes, starting from the time I say ‘go’, to masturbate.
The winner is the first one to complete, and that boy gets a highly
sought-after prize. The last one, or anyone taking more than five
minutes to complete, gets a punishment where they will be able to
practice it more. You may use any method you wish.” She blew her
whistle and then yelled, “Go!”
The five of us looked at each
other. I’m sure the others had the same thoughts that I did. I was not
about to jack off in front of 8 girls, one of whom was my sister. I
wouldn’t even do it if it was just the older boys. Yet at the same
time, I was rock hard, and my dick was bouncing up and down on its own,
demanding some attention.
“The clock is running boys,”
Olivia said. “You do not want to finish last, nor take longer than five
minutes.” She and the other girls had all gathered around us, eager to
watch us play with ourselves.
With his fourteen-year-old
sister right next to him, Parker Tolson broke the ice and began
stroking his, much to the amazement and delight of the girls. Then my
best friend, Carter Burns joined in, as well as Tony Finley. That left
me and Cam Wagner, the two youngest, and now visibly obvious, smallest
boys, doing nothing but turning red.
“Come on Cameron, you
don’t want to have to do this again,” his sister said. April was
immediately yelled at by Olivia for what she said, presumable telling
us the punishment.
I reasoned that if I didn’t do it once, I
wouldn’t do it twice, so the punishment didn’t matter. That is, until
Adam, one of the older boys, said something.
“What she said
needs some context. Finishing last, or taking too long will involve
doing this again. But more than that. Much more. And remember, none of
you get to go back into the locker room until all of today’s practice
has been completed by all of you.”
“Parker,” Janet Townsend, our only 12-year-old girl yelled. “Look at him. He’s the winner.”
We all looked as several bursts of whitish stuff shot out of his dick
and onto his belly. Stuff – I sounded like a baby, even to myself. I
knew what it was. Cum. I made it too, but not as much as he did.
Cam gave in to the pressure and began stroking his dick. That left only
me. I wanted to run, but the only place to run was out the gate and
then home. Naked, and probably off the team.
“That’s right,
don’t do it,” Cassie said to me. I looked at her and saw that sly smile
again. Something about that smile told me she knew what would happen if
I refused to do it, and wanted it to happen.
I began, just as Tony finished with Carter close behind him.
“Two minutes boys,” Olivia announced. “And even if it takes more than five, you must finish.”
Now the problem with not starting when the other boys did came to
light. Only me and Cam were jacking off, so all eyes, even those of the
new boys, were on us, making it even more difficult.
Cam’s
first, and only burst, came right after that. My three shots came as
Olivia was counting down from ten. I looked around. My cum was almost
clear and didn’t stick to my belly like Parker and Carter’s did.
Another shameful sign of immaturity.
“Okay, you all beat the
clock,” Olivia said. From the background, one of the older boys added,
“That ain’t all they beat,” but she ignored it and the laughter it
produced. “Adam, my brother won the competition. Go and get his
trophy.”
As Adam ran to the locker room, she turned her attention to me. “For finishing last, do it again.”
I didn’t think I could sink any lower, and then Adam returned, carrying
a clean blue and grey suit with SSMS stenciled on it. His office suit,
the real one this time I had no doubt.
“Parker, you can put it on as soon as Jacob completes his punishment for his poor performance.”
That meant that her brother had to remain naked until I jacked off
again. It might make him angry, it would me. I gave in and started,
closing my eyes and doing my best to ignore any sounds around me. I
tried to pretend that I was in my bed instead of on the hard deck
surrounding the pool. It helped. I don’t know how long it took, but I
managed to shoot again, this time getting cheers from the crowd of kids
surrounding me. I opened my eyes and saw that Carter was right next to
me. My best friend had just watched me do it. I looked down, and saw
his own dick was rock hard again and twitching.
Adam gave Parker his ‘trophy’ and told him to go and wash his cum off his belly and put it on.
I’m sure the remaining four of us were very jealous. I know I was. I
was a fool for not starting when he did, and didn’t plan on finishing
last again. We were told to go and wash again.
“Our next
competition is a race,” Olivia said. “Just for the new members. For the
four of you who still haven’t earned their suit, you must beat the girl
I team you up against. This time, there can be up to four losers. Jacob
and Cam, you will be competing against Janet. Carter and Tony, you will
race against April. The rest of you will join in, but there is only
personal pride in how quickly you finish. You will be doing the
50-meter backstroke.”
I had hope. I was horrible at the
backstroke, but Janet wasn’t much better and I had something to lose
besides pride. I could see the sense of it, she was 12, same as me and
Cam. But I knew that Carter was in trouble. He could barely beat me,
and April had some pretty good times.
Fifty meters was a
short course, and I was glad for that. We got in the water, and the
older kids were at the other end of the pool with stop watches. Jason
was front of my lane, which was good. He was a good kid, and had always
been nice and helpful to me. I was confident he wouldn’t cheat.
The race was started with the buzzer, and our scores were quickly put
up on the electric wall screen. I had 42:18, I think my best time ever,
but Janet came in at 42:06. Cam beat her with a score of 42:05. For the
thirteen-year-olds, April didn’t post a very good time for her, 35:10.
Carter beat her, showing his best time ever for this event at 33: 55.
Tony lost by seconds with a time of 35:16.
We got out of the
pool. I could see the joy on Cam’s face as he looked at his time
against Janet’s. Same for Carter. Adam was sent to get their suits. I
was still naked, along with Tony.
“Because you didn’t beat
the girl you were competing against, Jacob and Tony will be punished,”
Olivia said. “If you remember one of Ms. Mathers’ rules, all of us had
to remove our leg hair, something you boys didn’t like. You two are
going to like this even less.”
She held up two spray bottles
of hair remover and pointed to Janet and April. “Girls, assist Jacob
and Tony with the removal of all hair below their necks.”
My
pubes had just started coming in, but that didn’t mean I didn’t I care
about losing them. I looked at Tony and saw a look of horror on his
face. Understandable as he had a lot more hair to lose than I did.
Janet came to me, her whole face lit up with her smile. She ordered me
to hold my arms above my head and sprayed my armpits even know I didn’t
have any hair there yet. Then she sprayed my groin. As a final insult,
she touched me! She moved my dick around so she could spray my ball
sack. I once again got hard. A girl my age was not just seeing me
naked, but touching me. Then she did my arms and legs, and even made me
turn around and bend over as she sprayed my crack.
After a
few minutes, we were taken to the showers. Our hair was gone. Adam went
and got Carter and Cam’s suits, leaving me and Tony as the only naked
boys in the pool area.
“It looks like we have one last event
to determine who will be the last one to earn his suit,” Olivia said.
“Until this event is over, do not look down. Keep your head up and your
eyes forward. If either of you violate this it will count as a failure
in this challenge.”
She paused until both of us were looking
forward. “It has been passed down to us that many boys your age know
how long your penis is, but very few know how thick it is. You will
each guess how think yours is, and how think the other one’s is. The
one who has the least error on the combined guess will be the winner.
Jacob, I’ll start with you. Don’t give them out loud, just whisper them
to me.”
I had no idea how thick my dick was. I wanted to
look at it, but didn’t dare. I also resisted taking a look Tony’s. “I
guess I’m an inch thick, and he is, uh, one and a half – no, that’s too
much. He’s one and quarter inch thick,” I said softly.
She
walked over to Tony. I didn’t hear his answers. Olivia then produced a
ruler. “Cassie, I’ll give you the honor to measure your brother if you
want,” she said.
I felt a sudden bit of horror, but my
sister responded, “I’d rather do Tony. But I’ll bet Janet Townsend
would be happy to measure my brother.”
The smile on Janet’s
face provided all the answer she needed to give. She all but ran to
Olivia and took the ruler before moving over to me. She’d already
touched my dick once, and this time was worse. She gripped it in one
hand and held the ruler over the top of it. I was on the verge of
shooting when she said, “thirteen-sixteenths,” and let go of my dick.
“Tony is fifteen-sixteenths,” Cassie said.
My hopes of winning were dashed. I was way off on my estimate of him. I
could only hope he’d made an even bigger error. Olivia finished working
out the details on a piece of paper.
“Jacob’s total error is
one half inch. Tony did much better, only three-sixteenths of on inch
total error. I’m sorry Jacob, but Tony earned his suit and you earned a
final punishment.”
I almost burst out in tears. “But I’m still on the team, right?” I asked, nearly begging.
“Oh, I’m sorry for saying it like that,” Olivia said. “Yes, you
absolutely are, and you have earned your suit. You will have it to take
home as soon as we are done. You just have to accept a punishment
first. We trust that you will fulfill what you accept.”
What
a relief. For a moment there I thought I’d gone through all that and
wouldn’t even be on the team. “Okay. Anything, as long as I’m part of
the team.”
“Well, we’ll see about anything,” she said to me.
“We voted on which girl would name your punishment and in a close vote
we picked your sister.”
Now I was worried more than ever. She had that evil-looking grin on her face again.
“You will come to me on the 1st and 15th
of every month and allow me to remove all of your body hair,” she
began. “This will continue until you’ve been a teenager for a month.
However, if you miss a day because of sickness or any other reason, it
will be added on to the end. Because we’re going on vacation for two
weeks in July, you’ll miss two sessions there, so I’ll still be keeping
you hairless until February of next year.”
I was speechless. Cam Wagner was next to me and giggled. “You’ll still be hairless in the middle of 8th grade,” he chuckled.
“There are two other parts of your punishment,” Cassie continued.
“First, anyone on the team can come and watch and they want.” She
smiled even more at the look on my face. “And, if you get an erection,
you will not be allowed to get dressed again until it has gone away. I
can either direct you to take care of it, or I can allow any person
watching to do it. If for some reason you have to get dressed but still
have an erection, that session won’t count and you’ll have to make it
up at the end.”
Olivia pointed at Adam, who stepped in front of me.
“I had the exact same punishment when I was the last one naked last
year,” he said. “It has happened before, to many members of SSMS Swim.
I’m sure you are thinking you can’t, or won’t do it. There is another
way, one that most boys think is even worse. You can have oral sex once
with all of boys who were on the team last year, and twice with your
fellow boys who made the team this year. The third choice is you choose
to leave the team. I hope you don’t do that, but it is up to you and if
you do, we will miss you. No boy has ever left the team because of his
final punishment. I promise you; no pictures will ever be taken of you
naked by any of us, and no outsiders will ever be told of our
practices. You will have to explain your lack of body hair to other
kids who see you naked, but that is all. Which punishment do you
accept? Or are you leaving us?”
My first thought was that
there was no way in hell I was going to suck off 8 boys, four of them
twice. But then Cam’s statement that I’d still be hairless in the
middle of 8th grade came back to me. I didn’t want that
either, nor did I like the idea that for the next 8 months my sister,
and most likely other girls, would be seeing me naked.
“Could I combine the two?” I asked. I saw Adam look at Olivia. “Four
months of my sister’s punishment, and I’ll give one blow job to each of
the boys who just made the team.”
Adam and Olivia went to
the other end of the pool to discuss it. That meant the answer wasn’t a
quick ‘no’, there was a chance. It was a horrible plan, but it took
away the worst of both of the punishments. I had no intention of
leaving here without my suit. I’d worked too hard, and endured too much
humiliation to quit now.
After a few minutes, Olivia and Adam returned.
“We have decided on a slightly different choice,” Olivia said. “Five
months of your sister’s punishment, and one blowjob to each of the boys
on the team. But the older boys can opt out if they want. There will
not be further negotiation, either accept that or one of the other
three options.”
“That’s not fair,” I pleaded. “What 13- or 14-year-old boy would ever opt out of a blowjob?”
“I would,” Adam said. “I’m saying it right now, in front of everyone.
If you chose the option Olivia just gave you, you will not have to
provide oral sex to me.”
“Me neither,” Terry Landers said. He was one of the oldest on the team.
I looked at the other two older boys. Both were red-faced, but neither
one declined. Still, it was at most 6 blowjobs, not eight. And it meant
that I’d be done with my sister’s punishment four months earlier –
shortly after school started in the fall instead of the middle of the
school year.
“Does the five months with my sister mean that?” I asked. “No made up days?”
“No,” Olivia answered. “Twice a month is 10 times. If you are sprayed
less than twice in a month, the missing days have to be made up at the
end of the five months.”
It wasn’t great, but still better.
And the longer it took, the more likely it would be that I would miss
days. But my sister was smart. There was a trick there, and I hoped I’d
just caught it.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll accept the combined
offer, but with one condition. Cassie cannot make me miss days unless
it is not possible for it to be done. In other words, she can’t extend
it forever by just refusing to do it on the assigned days.” I looked at
her and saw her smile turn into a frown.
“That is a good
point, and I agree with it,” Olivia said. “Missed days have to have a
reason, and I will approve the added days if the reason was valid.”
She turned and looked at the rest of the team. “The pool is open for
general swim, or you can leave if you want. Jacob will stay until Adam
gets him his new suit. The pool opens to the public in about an hour,
and we will all be dressed appropriately before the first non-team
member leaves the locker room and comes out here on the deck.”
The girls all stayed of course, and Adam didn’t come out with my suit
until just before the pool opened to the public. But I now had the suit
I’d worked for. I was on the team, but still had a big price to pay.
I’d be hairless until the end of the year and would be the subject of
teasing in the locker room once school resumed in September. Plus the
time it would take for my pubes to grow back. There was also the six
blowjobs I’d have to give. The only saving grace was that I trusted the
requirement that none of the other members of the team would ever tell
anyone I was giving them. No person not on the swim team saw me naked.
And none of them would ever tell of the price all of us paid to become
members of the best swimmers around.
I paid my debt to the
other boys right away, much to their delight. My sister’s punishment
was actually the worse. The first week, all of the girls on the team
came to watch. I got a boner, and had to jack off while they watched
and giggled. I missed the next session due to our vacation, so I had
one to make up. As the weeks rolled by, fewer and fewer girls came to
watch, but each time I got hard. Twice April took care of getting it to
go down, which was much worse than doing it myself. But I managed to
get through it.
And now I am kind of looking forward to next year’s tryouts.