Captured Swimmer

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Captured Swimmer

Caleb pulled his exhausted body out of the pool. He had just finished his extra swim practice, and was ready to go home. His muscled body - clad in nothing but a tight speedo - glistened with every step.

He entered the empty locker room, his belongings in tow. It was late. His footsteps echoed off the wet tiles. He towel-dried his speedo and slipped on his jeans and a t-shirt. His dorm was a short walk away. He'd take a shower at his dorm.

Home, shower, sleep. That was the plan.

Little did Caleb know, he was being hunted. He wouldn't be returning home tonight.

Caleb walked out of the athletic building, his swim bag slung over his shoulder. The cool, fall air felt chilly on his skin. Maybe he should have brought a jacket. His t-shirt and jeans didn't offer much protection against the wind. He'd have to run back to his dorm before he caught a cold.

I watched as Caleb walked out of the athletic building, his swim bag slung over his shoulder. His hair shined in the yellowed streetlights, fresh and dewy from his swim. His white, translucent t-shirt clung to his luscious body, still damp from his swim. He couldn't be more tantalizing if he tried.

And then he walked past my hiding spot.

He couldn't run. First he struggled. Then he went limp. My prized prey crumpled to the ground in an unconscious heap.

I grinned in victory. Caleb was mine.

Caleb woke up in a daze. His head was foggy. What happened to him? He wasn't in his room. Did he fall asleep at a party again?

"Good morning Caleb." I stood over Caleb's body as he woke up.

Caleb began to sit up, but his arms pulled back.

"Huh?" He tried to move, but his body wouldn't budge.

Thick, metal cuffs stretched his arms and legs to the corners of the bed frame.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Caleb stared up at me. Fear and anger filled his eyes.

"I'm making sure you can't win for your team tomorrow." I said. I caressed his chin, right near his neck. "So make yourself comfortable."

"Get away from me you bastard! Let me go!!"

I grinned at the sight. "Now now. Didn't you coach teach you to respect your elders? I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!" I pulled out a red ball gag. "Open your mouth boy."

Caleb pressed his mouth shut. He pulled at the cuffs. But they held firm.

I grinned. "Don't struggle too much, or you'll run out of breath." I plug his nose with one hand. He'll have to breathe through his mouth.

Caleb continued to struggle. He turned his neck away from me, but I kept my grip on his nose. "There's no escape. Now let's try again. Open your mouth boy"

Caleb tried his best to keep his mouth shut, but the urge to breathe overwhelmed him. He gasped for air.

I stuffed the ball gag into his mouth, securing it behind his head. "There! Nice and quiet. Isn't that better?"

Caleb grunted and glared at me. Seems like there's still some fight left in him.

Good. It's more fun that way.

"You won't need that shirt while you're here." I grinned. "Let me help you with that..."

Caleb kept struggling. His torso arched away from the mattress, but his arms remained fettered to the bedposts.

I pressed my hand in the center of his chest, pushing him flat against the mattress. As I hooked my fingers into the neck of Caleb's cotton t-shirt, his struggling became more desperate. His desperation didn't take him very far.

I couldn't wait any longer. I tore open his t-shirt. I pulled the tattered cloth away from his body, unwrapping his muscular torso underneath, sweaty from all his futile struggling.

Caleb cried into his gag as his shirt was ripped away. He squirmed against his bondage, working up a sheen of sweat on his skin.

"What's the matter swimmer boy?" I smirked. "It's not like people see you shirtless every day."

I placed my hands on his arms, and squeezed his biceps and shoulders. "You've got a nice swimmer's body, don't you boy?" I felt Caleb recoil as he tried to dodge my invading hands. I was intoxicated by his futile struggle. "Your swim training won't save you here." I grinned.

I slid my hands from his biceps to his full chest. I gave both of Caleb's pectorals a squeeze. "You've been doing your chest presses." I noted. "And now I get to enjoy the results."

Caleb glared at me. Not that it mattered. He was under my control, whether he liked it or not.

My finger traced a line of sweat from the center of his chest, down to his abs. "Working up a sweat, aren't you boy?" I teased. I gave his shoulder a quick lick, tasting the sheen of sweat on his skin. My tongue traced a path from his shoulder, up to the side of his neck, inches below his jawline.

Caleb gasped through the gag.

"Are you sensitive there, boy?" I teased.

Caleb turned his head away from me as far as he could. That was the only indicator I needed.

I continued licking the side of his neck. He protested through the gag, but he couldn't escape. I nibbled the sensitive spot on his neck, marking him as my property.

Caleb turned his body away as far as he could. His stifled curses muffled through the gag. "Fphuck you!" he yelled.

I grinned. "You still haven't learned yet, have you, boy?" I straddled his waist and grabbed a bicep in each hand. "You're not going anywhere."

My fingers traced a path down from his biceps to his armpits. Patches of armpit hair covered the area. We would fix that soon enough.

"So tell me boy. Are you.... ticklish?"

At the word "ticklish", Caleb pushed with all his might against my bodyweight. He tried to shake me off of his body. But I straddled the bed, and held him against the mattress with my own weight. That was the best answer he could have given me.

I dug my fingers into his hairy armpits. Caleb clamped the gag in his mouth. His body clenched underneath mine. He grunted into the gag. His stifled laughs were music to my ears.

"Oh I'm going to have fun with you."

I pulled out a tub of warm water, a can of shaving cream, and a razor. "I see that your face is clean-shaven, but everything else is hairy. Didn't your coach teach you to keep yourself shaved?"

I ran my fingers through his long armpit hair. "Say goodbye to your armpit hair boy."

"Hold still boy. I wouldn't want to cut anything important." I grinned.

Caleb glared at me, but as I held up the sharp razor, he held his body still.

I applied some shaving cream to his left armpit first, working the cream into the tuft of hair. My fingers dig deep into his sensitive armpit. Caleb glared at me. His body tensed, but he said nothing. He knew that there was nothing he could do.

Using the razorblade, I shaved off all the hair from his left armpit. I then soaked Caleb's ripped t-shirt in warm water, and wiped off all the shaving cream, leaving his left armpit hairless and smooth.

Caleb glared at me, but he seemed resigned to my whims now.

I smiled. "You'll appreciate this later boy. I'll show you how sexy you look when I'm done." Just for fun, I poked him sharply in the center of his freshly-shaved armpit. Caleb rewarded me with a sharp grunt. I'd be back to visit that spot later.

I moved to his right armpit, and shaved it in the same manner, shearing off every last hair, and wiping down the residue.

Caleb shuddered. The cold air brushing over his smooth armpits made him feel even more exposed. He tried to pull his arms down to his side, but the chains pinned him down.

"Much better!" I grinned. "Now next is...this." I placed my hands in the center of his chest. I twirled his chest hairs around my fingertips, pulling on the stray strands. "Chest hair is for grown men only. Does that apply to you boy?"

Caleb nodded his head up and down.

"Oh are you now?" My fingers traced circles around his nipples. Soon, they stood at attention.

Caleb tried to pull his chest away from my probing fingers, but I anchored him down like a mouse in a glue trap.

I traced smaller circles around his nipples. My fingertips grazed the erect tips of his nipples. "Do you like having your nipples played with... boy?" I couldn't resist pinching his nipples. I gently rubbed the very nubs of his nipples between my fingertips.

Caleb growled into his gag. But that just made him more tantalizing.

I lathered his chest with shaving cream. Taking the razor, I started on the center of his chest. Moving to each pectoral in turn, I shaved each slab of muscle, stopping right at the edge of his erect nipples. "Don't move now boy. You don't want me to cut these off." I grinned as I gave each of his nipples a hard pinch.

Caleb held his breath. His body froze in fear of the sharp razor. Soon, his chest and nipples were shaved smooth. "Just like a teenage boy." I smiled.

Caleb lay still, as he tried to ignore the predicament he was in. Exhaustion and fear settled into his body.

"Now next is... this." My fingers traced Caleb's treasure trail, from his belly button down to the top of his jeans. "Is there treasure along this trail?" I teased. My fingers rested on the buckle of his jeans. Slowly, with one hand, I unfastened his belt buckle.

Caleb began to thrash again. He pulled at the cuffs, flexing his abs in the process. But he only succeeded in looking sexier for me.

"That's right boy. I'm shaving everything. Now let's see what treasure you've got in store for me." I unbuttoned the top of his jeans.

Caleb howled through his gag.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that." I grinned.

He yelled even louder, but the rubber gag muffled all his words into noise.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to be clearer than that." I smirked.

I couldn't wait any longer. I unzipped Caleb's jeans, and slid them down to his knees, revealing his skimpy school speedo underneath. I drooled at the sight. "Dressed for the occasion huh? Who were you planning on impressing with those?"

Caleb tried to press his legs closed, but his ankles were pinned to the bedframe. I relished in Caleb's vulnerability. His body was at my mercy.

I placed a fingertip on the waistband of his speedo, and traced a line down towards his bulge. "Got your treasures all nicely wrapped for me? How kind of you." I circled my finger around his bulge, pausing to tickle his balls through the thin material.

Caleb's body jerked and jolted. It was as if an electric current was running through his body. His reaction was delicious to me, but torment to him.

"Do I make you feel good boy?" I sneered, as I continued to trace the outlines of his bulge.

"Nooo!!" Caleb screamed through the gag.

"Oh but I will. Soon enough, whether you like it or not, you'll be begging for me boy."

With a pair of scissors, I cut his jeans to shreds, revealing his hairy legs underneath.

I slapped a hand onto each of his bare thighs. "I don't think these legs are fit to swim, unless they're shaved smooth."

Caleb struggled again. He had probably never shaved his legs before. Soon, he would be as hairless as a preteen boy. I grinned at the thought. "And while we're here..." I gestured to Caleb's white socks. "Socks are not allowed in the pool." I peeled off his socks, revealing his bare feet. "Is there any hair on these?" I dug my fingertips into the soles of his feet. Much to my dismay, he wasn't ticklish on his feet. No matter. The rest of his body was just as delicious.

I lathered up Caleb's legs, starting from his calves, and sliding up to his thighs. I couldn't resist caressing the inside of Caleb's thighs. "Don't squirm, or I might cut you by accident." I grin.

Caleb's body froze under the touch of the razor. Taking my razor, I shaved each leg, starting from his calves, to his thighs, and finally, his inner thighs. Soon, Caleb's legs were as smooth as the day he was born. And every inch of his skin was sensitive to touch.

I give each of Caleb's thighs a firm squeeze. "How does that feel boy?"

Caleb's face twisted in discomfort. His legs were completely denuded of hair. But the next step was the best part.

"Now next is...."

My hands slithered along Caleb's smooth thighs, up to his hips. My fingertips rested right at the waistband of Caleb's skimpy speedo.

Caleb's body squirmed beneath my hands, but I held down his hips. "My favorite part." I grin. "But this part is a little tricky. Do you know what the trick is boy?"

Caleb shook his head

"The trick is..." I place one hand over the front of his speedo. "You're going to get hard for me."

Caleb burst into a frenzy. His body convulsed and struggled and screamed and kicked against my hands. But the cuffs held firm. Caleb was pinioned against the bedframe. Fear and anger filled his eyes.

I returned to Caleb's bulge, tracing it with my fingertips. "So are you going to get hard for me boy?"

"NO!" Caleb yelled through the gag.

I grinned. More fun for me.

I returned to Caleb's chest, and traced circles around his nipples again. I stuck two small vibrators to each nipple, and turned them on. Caleb grunted into his gag. His breath grew deep and ragged.

I moved to Caleb's neck, and licked the same sensitive spot I discovered earlier. I placed one hand on his denuded thigh - now hairless and exposed from its shave.

I glided from above his knee, to his inner thigh. Resting my hand at his inner thigh, my fingers massaged the bulging muscle, right below his growing bulge.

"Does that feel good boy?" Caleb said nothing. But his tense body and ragged breath answered for him.

I placed my remaining hand on his hips, right at the waistband of his speedo. Soon, my fingers slid towards his growing bulge again. I could see the silhouette of his cock through the material. My index finger traced the outline of his cock, pausing to draw small circles around his cockhead. A small spot of precum began to form at the front of Caleb's speedo. Caleb's moans rang through the rubber ball gag.

I unfastened the ball gag, and pulled it out of Caleb's mouth. Caleb didn't scream. He didn't curse. Instead he gulped for air. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

I smiled. "Have you learned your lesson boy?"

Caleb tugged on his handcuffs. But they still refused to budge. "Come on man, just let me go." he pleaded. "I won't tell anyone about this."

"We both know that's not what you want."

I returned to licking Caleb's exposed neck. I massaged his thigh with my left hand, and tickled his bulge with my right.

Caleb was a gasping mess of painful pleasure beneath my hands. His chest heaved, and his abs flexed as his breath quickened.

My right hand moved towards the drawstring of his speedo. "Is my treasure ready to be unwrapped yet?" I pulled on the drawstring of his speedo. The moment the drawstring became untied, the waistband of his speedo tented out. Without looking, I reached below his waistband, and explored the inside of Caleb's speedo.

Caleb gasped. "P-please stop."

"Shhh.... Listen to your body. It knows what it wants, boy." I find Caleb's growing shaft, and cradle it in my hand. It's firm, and pulsing with warm blood.

Caleb closed his eyes. He tried to distract himself. He tried to think of anything else. But all he could focus on was his rapidly hardening cock.

Slowly, I stroked Caleb's cock up and down.

Up and down....

Up..... And down....

A soft moan escaped Caleb's pursed lips. He tried his best to resist the pleasure surging through his body. But as I continued to stroke him, his resistance crumbled bit by bit.

"Good boy." I grinned. "You're listening to what your body wants."

Caleb pleaded. "P-please man.... I-i said stop...." A thin sheen of sweat covered his body.

I continued stroking Caleb's shaft inside his speedo. "I think your cock has outgrown its prison, boy." I tease. "Should I let him go?" I hook both of my thumbs into the waistband of his speedo.

Caleb let out a sharp grunt. But he said nothing.

That's not enough for me.

I return to the front of Caleb's speedo and drag my fingernails across the sheer material, tracing lines along his shaft, from his balls, to the tip of his precum-covered cock.

"I'll ask again, boy." I sneer. "Do you want me to let him go?"

Caleb turned his head away, avoiding my gaze.

Still not enough.

I began to lick the front of his speedos, tonguing his balls through the material. I traced the underside of his shaft, now trapped against his pelvis by his own tight speedo. As Caleb's cock got harder, his speedo got tighter around it. Soon, the tip of Caleb's cock head began to peek out of the top of his speedo.

I grin. "It seems like your body has answered for you, boy." I lick the tip of his cock, peeking out of his speedo. The boy tasted of precum. Delicious.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his speedo. I slowly slid them over his smooth, hairless thighs, down past his knees, all the way down to his ankles. Caleb's cock popped out at full mast.

There lay my treasure, standing eight inches tall, arcing towards his belly button, and pulsing with hot blood.

I lay down beside Caleb's body, and cradled his cock with my right hand again.

"Your body seems happy to see me." I tease.

I removed the vibrators on his nipples and suck on one of them for a little while. The skin around his nipple is hairless thanks to my handiwork, but the same must be true for his cock.

I took the shaving cream can in one hand, and approach his hairy pelvis. I applied the shaving cream all over Caleb's balls and hard cock, making sure to rub the foam into all of his crevices.

A gasp escaped Caleb's lips. "Come on man, stop." Fear and panic flashed in his eyes. But his cock pulsed in my hand.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." I said. I held up the razor. "Also, if you want to keep your cock, I would stay hard." I gave his cock a quick pump. "Not that you have any problem with that." I smile.

I dragged the razor head across his cream-covered pubes, making sure to shear off every hair. With a final wipe down with his wet t-shirt, Caleb's pubic region is smoother than a ten-year old. His pubic forest has given way to a smooth runway leading to his hard shaft.

"How does that feel boy?"

Caleb moaned. "Just leave me alone, please."

I run my nails along his still-hard shaft. "Are you sure about that boy?"

Caleb remained silent. He was at a loss for words. His cock stands at attention.

I tickle his dripping cockhead with my fingertips. A string of precum forms between his cockhead and my finger. I pull the string of precum towards his face. The clear droplet dangles over his lips.

My hand caresses his balls, feeling their weight.

Caleb squirmed against his bindings.

He prided himself on his ability to control his body. He could will his body to his athletic limits. But now, his body was out of his control. He hated it. He hated how his body betrayed him. But he wanted to cum. He wanted it badly.

I smiled. I had Caleb right where I wanted him.

It's time. Finally.

My mouth moves next to his hard shaft, still fully erect, arcing upwards towards his belly button. I lap the very tip of his cockhead with the tip of my tongue. I close my lips around the base of his cockhead, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head before flicking his piss split.

Caleb's body tenses. His muscles flex in response to his stimulated cock.

I begin my journey downwards.

I inch my way down his shaft, making sure that I swirl my tongue around each inch of his cock before moving lower

A moan escapes Caleb's lips.

I arrive at the base of his cock. His cockhead hits the back of my throat. I suppress my gag reflex and hum from the back of my throat, sending vibrations directly into his cockhead. I stick out my tongue and lick his freshly-shaved balls.

I hear Caleb catch his breath. His eyes drift closed. His moans grow louder as he approaches the edge of his climax. "Oh.... oh... oh I'm gonna cum!" he gasps.

So I pull off his cock.

"What?!" Caleb's eyes snap open. His cock pulses angrily in the air.

I can't help but tease my captured swimmer as he struggles. "Did you want something boy?" I grin.

Caleb howls as he struggles against the cuffs, arching his back, and flexing his frustrated body against the mattress.

I tease the underside of his cock with my fingertip, tracing a line from his cockhead to his balls, and back up again.

"Oh come on!!" he grunts. Caleb's moans turn into yells. I watch as his balls swell up, filling with steaming hot semen. I hold his heavy balls in my hand.

"I told you before boy. Soon enough, whether you like it or not... you'll be begging for me." I grin as he struggles in vain. "So will it be now? Or later?"

Caleb grunted. "You fucking sick bastard!" But I could see his resistance crumbling in his eyes.

"Careful now." With my free hand, I tap my fingertip directly onto the tip of his cockhead. His sensitive cockhead bounces slightly, hovering just over his stomach

Caleb turns his head away. "Just do it," he mutters.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to be more clear than that." I drag my fingernail in circles around his cockhead.

"I said JUST DO IT!!" he screams.

I smile. "What did you want me to do?" My right hand tickles his heavy balls.

"CUM! JUST LET ME CUM!!!" Caleb was on the verge of hysterics.

"Try 'Please let me cum sir', and we'll see."

Caleb moaned in defeat. "P-plea-se sir le-let me cum... Sir."

I smiled. Caleb was mine now. "Much better boy. You're finally learning your manners." I take one of the vibrators from before and attach it directly to his cockhead.

"AAAGGHH!!!" Caleb's delicious screams are music to my ears.

"Boy, I gave you permission to cum." I lay beside him with my hands away from his cock. "But do you have the ability?"

The vibrator hums, stimulating his cockhead further. Caleb's rock-hard cock pulses in response. His breath picks up speed.

"Now listen carefully boy." I sneer. "I have set that vibrator to run for ten minutes, after which it will turn off. I will not touch your cock any more today."

Caleb's cock flexed with every pulse of blood. Against his will, he was aroused beyond belief.

I smiled. "If you cannot cum within ten minutes, you'll be stuck without cumming for the rest of the night." My hands move to his chest and begin to play his body like an instrument. I started with his nipples, tickling and twisting them beneath my fingertips.

Caleb was awash in sex. In my hands, his body was a beautiful instrument. His moans rang out like the notes of a song. Every part of his body squirmed in a symphony of stimulation. I tasted the sweat on his skin, lapping his toned torso with my tongue.

For ten blissful minutes, I played my captured swimmer like a pipe organ, making every part of his body dance beneath my fingers. Finally, just as the timer stopped, Caleb's raging hard cock erupted. An endless geyser of thick creamy cum shot upwards, arcing in the air before landing on his flexed abs and shaved chest.

I grinned. "Right at the last second. You don't do things too quickly. Do you boy?"

Caleb's breath heaved. His head collapsed backwards into the mattress. His entire body was spent and exhausted from his climax. "You. Are. Crazy..." he heaved.

I smiled. "Still don't know your place. Do you boy?"

Caleb began to pull against the cuffs once more. "When are you going to let me go?!"

I take off the vibrator and vigorously stroke his hypersensitive cock.

"AAAGGHHHH!!!! Please stop!" he yells out in pain.

"Have you learned your lesson yet boy?" I polish his sensitive cockhead with the palm of my hand.

"AAAAGGHHHH!!! STOP!!!!!"

I dig my fingers deep into his armpits and ravage his ticklish muscles. Caleb's body, hypersensitive from his recent orgasm, can't stay composed.

"P-please..." he begs. "s-stop......"

My hands scuttle back to his sensitive cockhead, scratching the dome with my fingernails. I cradle his balls in my hands and give them a gentle tug. I begin flicking his cockhead with my thumb and forefinger.

"Nghh... Ahhh...." Caleb's sensitive body jerks in response.

A small rope winds around the base of Caleb's cock and balls. Even though he's cum already, Caleb remains hard. His face changes from pain to fear. There is no escape from my crafty fingers.

I caress his cock with my fingernails. It's painless. Yet his sensitive cock feels every stroke. I give his cockhead a couple of final taps, sending shudders through his body. Finally, I've had my fun, so I take the tattered remains of Caleb's t-shirt and wipe the cum off his abs.

Caleb sighs, "You're not going to let me go, are you?".

I smile "I will. Just promise to be my slave boy and I'll let you live your normal life."

"What?!" Caleb pulls at his bonds again. "You are fucking insane!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

"I thought you'd say that." I glide my hand over his smooth pelvis again. "So just to be sure..." I reach into the tattered remains of his jeans and pull out his wallet and phone. I search through his wallet and pull out what I was looking for. His driver's license, credit card, and bank card, and... Jackpot.

"You should know better than to keep your social insurance card in your wallet. Boy."

Caleb scowls at me. I see Caleb's body shiver.

"I think I'll keep your wallet and your cards in my safe. If you kill me, you'll never be able to get back your social insurance card again." I smile. I take one last glance at Caleb's bound up body. The once proud jock now stripped of all his clothes, body hair, and dignity. "Last chance to agree to my terms." I grin.

"I would rather DIE!!!" he spits at me.

"Wrong choice, boy." I take his phone, wallet, and the remains of his clothing with me. I take the red ball gag, force it into his mouth, and secure it behind his head.

"MMMFFFHH!!!..." is all Caleb can say.

"Remember this boy. Your choices are the reason why you're in this situation."

Caleb struggles against his bonds. A futile effort. All he can do is grunt at me.

"Any other Master would have leaked the video footage the moment you refused. But your Master is a patient man. I will give you a second chance tomorrow morning. Hopefully, you'll come to make the right decision. Until then...."

I attach a vibrator to the tip of his cock again.

I attach two more to his nipples

"I'll keep these on low for you." I grin. "Just enough to keep you hard, but not make you cum."

Caleb moans against his gag. His body squirms as his sensitive spots are stimulated once more.

I grin at the sight. "We'll see if you change your mind tomorrow morning."

I pat him on the pelvis right above the base of his shaft again. "Now now, don't be discouraged."

I glide my hand from his pelvis to his abs. "Just give me the correct answer tomorrow morning and I'll let you go home."

I could feel Caleb's muscles flexing beneath my hands. He desperately tries to free himself, but he can't even reach far enough to remove the vibrators from his body.

I smirked. "I'll leave you alone with your thoughts for the night. I hope to hear the right answer tomorrow morning, or who knows what else I'll have to do to you."

I begin to walk up the stairs out of the basement.

A pained expression washes over Caleb's face as he realizes that I'm leaving him with vibrators attached to him for the night.

I watch as his naked body wiggles and writhes on the bed. In the basement lights, his freshly shaved body shines at every angle. His rock hard cock pulses once more. He gives one last heave as he arches his back. One last attempt to break free. But finally, he concedes and collapses onto the bed. All I hear are from his heavy breaths, and the vibrators attached to his cock and nipples.

I walk up the stairs through the door, taking his wallet and phone with me.

"Goodnight." I say. And I turn off the basement lights, leaving Caleb to struggle with the vibrators...