Swim Competition

Swim Competition 1

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Swim Competition

Part 1

There was no doubt Herrmann loved his job. He was in his mid-forties and employed more than fifteen years in this school and had a good concord with the headmaster. There were a few changes he would have loved to establish and couldn't, but he was nevertheless satisfied with his duty as a swim instructor.

The whole school was in their summer break, but Herrmann was currently walking down the long corridor to the two locker rooms next to the school's own swimming pool. This excursion in the middle of the school holidays was planned studiously since half a year, it was Herrmann’s idea and because of his friendly relationship to the headmaster of another school he was able to translate his phantasy into reality.

These eight boys were selected carefully. Six boys were still thirteen, the other two had their 14th birthday shortly. This was his preferred age group. All 26 boys this age he was teaching the preceding year, were in great condition. He never allowed a single boy to make off his swim lessons, each had to participate and bring the best performance possible. A special tool, made of wood, a board with holes drilled in with a handle helped him keeping the boys not only in line, it also helped to improve their athletic performance. These eight boys weren't the absolutely best swimmer in his course, but they were still excellent athletes. Their athletic skills were a criterion but not the central one like it should have been. He liked round and firm butt checks on his boys. All eight of them had a tail Herrmann could see although the boys were still in shorts and shirts. He also liked flat belly with subtle abdominal muscles and of course, sweet innocent faces. The boys swim instructor wasn't into freaky big cooks. He liked it from average size to smaller than average. Needless to say, all eight boys fulfilled his expectations.

He met the boys a week ago for a last meeting, in a few minutes he would find out if the boys obeyed his orders for the upcoming competition. Herrmann unlocked the door to the smaller locker room and the boys entered without becoming suspicious. The swim competition will start tomorrow morning, which is almost twenty-four hours ahead. They all believed in another training session in their own school's pool before they head to their host. The boys were watched by their swimming instructor as they put their backpacks on the benches and started to undress. Hermann studied the boys faces. There are so many expressions on young and innocent boy faces he liked so much: blush, embarrasement, humiliation, defeated or just fear. All the boys had different combinations of this feelings in their faces while the process of disrobing. That was another of Herrmann's criteria, he selected boys who didn't really like parading around stark naked. Two of the boys were in the nude and folding their last pieces of clothing properly. Four were down to their underwear und were looking around nervously while they were threading their fingers between their last piece of clothing and their skin. The last two boys were still in shorts and shoes which caused him to urge the two boys to hurry up. What they did.

Many boys didn't like the fact they have to be totally naked while swimming lessons, but they are used to it and obeyed. That's why it didn't take long until eight of Herrmann's favorite boys stood naked in the windowless, tiled room with was empty except of four benches. The boys forgot their shyness because of their naked state as they were handed out a small and transparent plastic bag each and were ordered to put their toothbrush, toothpaste and comb into the bag. At this point Herrmann watched the boys attentive, he wanted to catch the first boy who would recognize what’s going on. Two of the boys started to open their backpacks to do what they have been told. It was Mark who was the first who understood what was happening.

"You don't want us to travel more than a hundred miles without a stich of clothing on?", the boy asked.
Herrmann enjoyed the view of fear and desperation in Marks beautiful face.

"That's exactly how it will happen!", he answered in a casual voice.

At this moment the rest of the boys joined the protest and the small room was filled with angry and shaky voices. As already mentioned Mark was the first one who protested, the much stronger and taller man grabbed Mark by his upper arm and laid the surprised boy belly down at one of the benches in no time. None of the boys had recognized the paddle Herrmann had prepared under the bench. He wasted no time and the sound of wood kissing the boys butt checks filled the room, followed by a sharp scream. It wasn't the first time Mark made the taste with the paddle, guided by the strong and experienced hand of his swim instructor. But this time he wasn't prepared for the quick process. For the boy only one second passed from standing to lying on the bench and feeling the sharp pain exploding on his backside. Four loud screams followed. All five strokes were placed on the boy’s butt without mercy, Herrmann wanted to nip any resistance in the bud.

The nude Mark was stood up roughly by his teacher. Herrmann held back a smile while he looked in the teary face of the boy which chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Back in line!", he ordered with his gentle but authoritarian voice.

This order brought the other seven boy's mind back to the here and now and they lined up, stood straight und put their hands on their back, holding their left wrist with their right hand. That was the position they had to take in at the pool to be instructed. Except a soft whimpering it was quiet in the room. Seven boys stood still at attention, one boy was rubbing his round backside with both hands.

The teacher saw that all the boys followed his order from last week. All boys who had started to grow pubic hair had shaved it off completely. There wasn’t much to shave, only a few hairs. He told the boys they would swim faster if they shave and all in all, beneath the fun with eight embarrassed boys, he wanted to win this competition. It is true that a shaved body is faster, but in this case, he just wanted the boys hairless from the eyebrows down.

"We will drive to our partner school where the swim competition will take place tomorrow morning. And yes, you will travel like you are."

Herrmann paused to absorb the emotional reaction of the boys, only expressed by their facial expression and body language.

"Actually, you are at the school ground. The small bus we will use for travel is school property. The school we visit has an affiliated boarding school where you will sleep the upcoming night. You see, technically you will not leave the school ground at any time. That's why this is absolutely legal." Herrmann lied at the boys, they will leave the school ground. But he didn’t want to discuss the planning of the entire trip.

The man allowed himself a grin. A form of communication that made the boys understand: Their naked state was just for their instructor’s amusement and any resistance would lead to more punishment and this would lead to another red butt and more satisfaction for their teacher.

The fact that their actual state of undressing would not change for almost two days was creeping slowly into the boy’s minds. Herrmann watched pleased as three of his charges developed a boner, standing straight out, parallel to the floor with faces that could hardly become more red.

Herrmann repeated his order: "Put your toothbrush, toothpaste and comb into the bag".

Reluctantly the boys obeyed. Slowly.

The man hit his own hand with the paddle just to make some noise and supported this gesture with the command to hurry up. In about a minute each of the boys had the three items in the plastic bags.

"Out in the corridor!", he ordered unequivocal.

All the boys stood there, unbelieving what was happening. They were looking around as if they were looking for a way out. Herrmann crossed the room slowly and hit Patrick's butt with a strong blow with the paddle he had not given out of hand since Mark's spanking. The unfortunate boy set himself in motion instantly and left the room through the only door. The other boys followed. About 30 feet further there was the door to the swimming pool. All of the boys hated their humiliating walk through the public and on school days always crowed corridor between the lockers and the pool but now they had to walk in a different direction. He used his key to lock the door and he was aware that this action separated the boys immortally from their clothes.

The boys were ordered to walk to the main entrance. Herrmann followed the boys in some distance, starring at cute butts moving in front of him. He had picked some consciously tight underwear this morning because he didn't want to show his hard boner through his shorts.

"Let me repeat the rules!", Herrmann started in his usual gentle but authoritarian voice.

"You follow all instructions given by me or any other adult you may meet, all of you will be kind and respectful to any adult you may meet and of course, covering up and touching yourself except using the toilet or showering is forbidden. Breaking the rules will lead to a punishment with the paddle. Everything clear?"

The boys answered in an almost perfect chorus, "Yes, Sir!"

Herrmann was contented as he watched the nude boys walking up the stairs from the basement to the ground floor.

"Wait here!", he ordered as they reached the ground floor, he left the group and walked to the conference room for teachers to pick up his backpack with his clothes and personal things. He also took the key for the minibus.

He came back to his group of very bare boys, which nervously shifted the weight from one foot to another, still hoping this was just a joke. He stood in front of the group, looking in the red faces of boys who remember the not-covering-up rule but didn't really know what to do with their hands otherwise. There was no boner left, eight packages were shrunk together because of the fear. On command the boys crossed the atrium and reached the locked main entrance which was quickly opened by the teacher who gave the boys a sign with the hand to step out in the open. After a few long seconds Mark moved his still sore and red bottom through the wide door out and took the first of seven steps of the concrete stair down to the parking lot. Herrmann was swinging around the paddle a bit which motivated the other seven desperate boys to follow their comrade. The door was locked again and the boys were led to the minibus, parked beneath the private car of the teacher. There were no other cars parking here. For the boy’s relief there were no other people in the school.

Two boys were ordered into the two only seats in the last row, three boys were referred in the middle row and the last three boys sat down in the first row, behind the driver’s seat. Herrmann commanded Michael between the other two boys in the front row. He knew that the 13-year-old hated the fact that he has to be naked at the swimming competition more than all of the boys, now, that he had to step into the minibus to start this journey the boy wished to just drop dead. Sitting in the middle of the front row means any human being could see his nakedness through the windscreen from in front the car. Herrmann climbed in the driver seat and the minibus turned in the street.

It was a hot summer day without a single cloud in the sky. Many people were around the streets walking, others were moving by bike. The Minibus was a little higher than normal cars but the windows were relatively low. From the point of view from other cars they didn't expose the boy’s hips, but they went down to their navel. While driving and above all while waiting at red lights there were people looking curious, weird or astonished into the bus, guessing if these strange boys wore some kind of bathing suits or if they were really naked. The part of pedestrians who looked into the car from the front side didn't need to ask this question, they looked straight at Michael and his face red like a tomato, forcing himself to keep his hands by his side which was monitored by his teacher through the rearview mirror. People on bicycles were in an elevated position and could watch the boys in all their glory. The boys got different looks from surprised to "look-how-cute" up to sadistic smiles. The hardest time given to the nude boys were by girls their age which used the change to get an eye full of stark-naked boys who strangely didn't even try to cover up.

After less than fifteen minutes the boys let a facilitated breath out of their lungs, they reached the motorway. Sometimes they overtake a truck driver or a big bus where they were exposed to the looks of other people. But most of the time they were in relatively privacy.

Stefan noticed the painful expression on Marks face.

"Does it hurt badly?", he asked the boy who received five very hard smacks from the paddle.

"Yes, it does. The rough fabric of this seat is killing me!", Mark answered, knowing this was sincere interest.

This was the first time one of the boys spoke since they left school. Several short conversations developed, not a single one about the lack of clothing. The whole group tried to behave normal and none of the boys wanted to upset the teacher behind the steering wheel.

Mark was the quietest boy and maybe the brightest. He didn't want to take part at most conversations. He thought about his sore butt resulted from the humiliating spanking he got in front of everyone and about how many people will see not only his nakedness but also his red tail. He was forced to leave his mobile phone behind, he has no money, he is stark naked and totally dependent in this man with the paddle. He pondered the reasons why this is happening and concluded that it has to be some kind of perverted feeling of power his teacher had about him, a feeling Herrmann desired. He ruminated about opportunities he may have but he couldn't think of any. Mark just couldn't figure out how to escape from the seemingly unlimited power Herrmann has about him and the other boys. He sighted and came back from the personal world of his mind just to discover his penis was hard like a steel pipe. Mark was confused, each minute his nude form was further and further away from his clothes, they were racing towards an unknown destination, his butt still hurt and he has just surrendered to the helplessness about everything Herrmann will force him through and he got the hardest boner possible and the hard-to-control compulsion to masturbate like hell. The teacher couldn't see his hard penis in the mirror behind the seat but he still didn't dare to touch himself. He turned his head to the right and saw Stefan looking at him with a knowing smile. Mark decided it was the best way to ignore his sexual urge for now, his teacher won't be able to supervise all eight of them all the time.

They overtook a crowded bus which didn't have only 10 seats but nearly 60. Suddenly Herrmann shouted at Jonas who sat on the right side from the still blushing Michael. Jonas did something what was tantamount to sacrilege, he covered up while at least 25 people were looking at his nude body. To Jonas' bad luck he was in the area of the mirror and their swimming instructor saw as he shielded his flaccid penis with both of his hands. To Marks surprise Patrick was also covering his penis, the boy sat right from Stefan, because of the seat in from of him Herrmann had no possibility to catch him. Of course, Mark or Stefan would never tell on him. Mark just realized that he had exhibited his rock-hard boner to the whole tour bus. He already has a sore butt and decided to continue not to give in to the compulsion to touch himself or just to cover up.

The boy was snapped out of his thoughts another time as the minibus slowed down and turned in a small rest stop right next to the highway. There was a small building with toilets for men and women and a table and two benches concreted into the meadow, beside a parking lot for only a few cars, that was all this place had to offer.

The minibus stopped, Herrmann got out of the car, walked around it and opened the sliding door and ordered the boys to step out of the car. About thirty seconds later the boys stood in a line, their feet in the grass, their big toes touching the curb of the parking lot. All had their feet spread about 25 inches and their hands were interlocked behind their necks, elbows pushed backwards. This position wasn't new for the naked boys, they had to endure this humiliation sometimes when their teacher got really angry with the boy’s behavior. The difference now was that they were not in the safety of the school's indoor pool but showing their whole nude front in this surrender position to all passing by vehicles on the motorway.

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