Question for Nifty readers: What is the most extreme public humiliation scene that can ever be put on an exhibitionist sub like Stevie? Whatever your answer, you are wrong. This chapter places Stevie in an insane setting of extreme public humiliation. You will shoot your wad when you read it.
Thank you for all your fabulous comments. Your comments have expanded this story to a seventh chapter, which will be the final conclusion. But I'd still like to hear from you. Write to me, Bruce Darkforce, at gaydic@gmail.com. I also want to thank Nifty for posting this story and GayTies.com for posting my harsher stories, which are unsuitable for here.
Swim Coach's Special Training
Chapter 6 of 7
"Hey, thank..."
"Oh, no. Remember our rules to ensure secrecy: no talking. OK? I'm serious. I want your identities to remain secret so nothing comes from this to embarrass you."
The men gladly nodded in agreement and smiled. "I'll refer to you as Number 1, Number 2, Number 3, and Number 4." Then, to his pup, he said, "Stevie, these four men are seated in front of you. I know you can't see them, but Number 1 is on your left, then 2, then 3, and then 4 is on the far right."
"Yes, sir."
The University of Wisconsin head coach took hold of Stevie's collar and guided him to crawl on his knees to Number 1. He put out his hand and felt dress shoes. "Yes, that Number 1. You may take off his shoes and socks and worship his feet. You can't see his face, but I can, and I want to see a big, continuous smile on his face. Begin." And Stevie did, with enthusiasm, as he was trained. Number one was excited and pleased as the pup licked, kissed those feet, and then sucked on each toe.
"That's a good boy. Number 1 is very pleased. What do you say?"
"Oh fuck, Sir! Thank you so much for the honor of wearing your fabulous feet. I am so honored."
"OK, boy, you'll be getting back to Number 1 later. I think you will want to fuck you with his huge uncut dick."
Stevie had been put through some weird shit during the last months, but this was so strange, being blindfolded and not being able to see the man, in this case, the man he was serving.
"Now, pup, scoot yourself over to your right and greet Number 2." He crawled over two feet and felt the legs of Number 2. "Yes, now Number 2 wants to suck your dick. So after you greet him, you will stand up and lean over his seated form and offer your dick."
The boy noticed that this man was fully dressed like Number 1. "Hello, Sir. May I please offer you my pitiful dick to suck? I will present it slowly so you won't choke." There was a bit of a chuckle from the men. Stevie stood, placed his hand on the man's shoulders, and leaned his hip hips in. Stevie's dick wasn't hard. He had to be quite nervous being totally unfamiliar with this odd "how,"
The boy felt his dick be played with by hand, and then, another hand, actually, finger tweaking his nipples. "Ahhhhhh." Stevie hadn't had his body treated so gently and erotically for a while. "Ahhhhh." Stevie's dick boned up as his hips started gently thrusting. "Ahhhhhh." Then, a wonderful, wet, juicy, manly tongue began to lick him from balls to tip. Over and over again. "Ahhhhhh."
"BOY! Remember, you are not allowed to climax. This event is not about you but about pleasing these fine, handsome gentlemen."
"Ahhhhh. yes, sir." Remember, Stevie had his cock cages for the past two days. Now, it was free. Not only that, but he was also being teased and caressed as he had not been before. "Yes. Sir." And his dick was swallowed fully and oddly... lovingly. Stevie had not been treated so tenderly in a long time. "Oh, thank you, sir. Ahhhhhh, thank you so much. How may I please you further?"
"Pup, you will return to Number 2 a bit later; he will want you to eat his ass out. But first, let's continue to get you acquainted with these four men. Now, crawl over to Number 3, who is further to your right. Greet Number 3."
Obediently, as ever, the blindfolded Stevie did exactly that. He felt the legs of Number 3. "Hello, sir."
"Number 3 wants you to open his zipper, loosen his pants, get his underwear down, and then pull out his dick and balls. I told him you were trained as an excellent cock sucker. And remember, boy, you always start with pleasing a man's balls and go from there."
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir." Stevie brought his hand to the man's groin. He felt a belt, so he loosened it. He unsnapped the top button and then lowered the zipper. He then pulled all the underwear aside and found the man's dick, and pulled it out. "Oh yes, sir." And, as trained, he gently inserted his hand and let the balls slip out. "Oh, thank you, sir."
Stevie brought his face to the seated man's dick and left it out of the way, and licked the balls slowly, gently. "Ahhhhh. Thank you, sir," he moaned."
Because Stevie's knees happened to be placed close together with his upper body leaned fully forward, he lost his balance, and his head slipped forward into the man's chest. "Oh, sorry, sir." He then placed his hand on the armrest of the chair to resettle into the properly kneeling position. But... the arms of the chair were weird. He realized it was not a chair, per se, but a wheelchair he was touching. This man, Number 3, was in a wheelchair. That seemed odd. But then he reasoned that famous people can also be disabled. And he continued to lick the delicious big balls before him.
"Yes, Number 3 is in a wheelchair, so be extra kind and gentle with him." Coach warned his boy.
"Yes, sir." And Stevie began to lick the man's soft dick. He wondered why it was not getting her, but maybe Number 3 was just nervous. So he sucked that dick all over, playing all around it with his tongue. Then, he used one hand to tickle those balls as he gently sucked on the man's tool. "Ahhhh," he moaned, enjoying himself as that dick began to enlarge and stiffen. "Oh yes, sir." And he sucked and licked that dick as he tickle-teased Number 3's balls. That dick finally got nicely hard. "Oh yes, sir."
"So far, my boy, you are doing well. You have pleased these three gentlemen well. But keep sucking number 3's dick. Try to take it down your throat, but gently. You know he is disabled, just like your dad."
"Yes, sir," he mumbled with the dick fully in his mouth.
"Yes, if only your dad was here to watch you. Wouldn't that be great?"
Stevie's mind begins to conjure up weird images of his dad. He felt a bit lightheaded, but he did not know why.
"I mean, if that were your dad in that wheelchair instead of number 3, he'd be so pleased with how lovingly you were sucking his dick. Won't he?"
Stevie was confused. He was not getting why he was feeling so queasy.
"Just think about it. In fact, just pretend that that dick was your dad's dick. Just visualize you sucking on your dad's manhood. He'd love it, right?"
Stevie started to shake; his hands trembled. He continued to suck Number 3's dick, but he was no long concentrating on doing it. "Wha... wha..." Stevie wanted to move on to Number 4, but he received no instructions to do so.
"Imagine you are sucking your daddy's firm, hard, big uncut dick. He'd probably place his hand on your head -- his son's head - and pet you gently, lovingly, wouldn't he?"
"I... I... uh..." Suddenly, Number 3 was petting Stevie's head gently, lovingly.
"In fact, if it were your dad, he'd probably kiss the top of your head, wouldn't he?"
And before Stevie could agree, he felt this man kiss the top of his head.
The boy felt weird but didn't know why. He tried to concentrate on the balls and dick before him. He was sucking and licking that manly daddy dick and needing it, wanting it, loving it.
"How does daddy's dick feel in your mouth? Can you deep-throat it to please your daddy?" Something snapped in Stevie's brain. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh.'' Stevie was trembling as he sucked.
"I know you can't see it, but your own dick is now jerking and bobbing all around. It seems to be doing the wild man dance."
"Is this the first time you have sucked your daddy's dick?" Stevie nodded as he unrelentingly chowed down on that wonderful dick. He consumed it as it consumed him.
"That's just great, boy. But don't you think your daddy would like to see your throbbing dick? I mean, you have it because you are sucking your daddy's dick, so let's proudly show him. OK? Without removing your mouth from Daddy, twist your lower body to thrust out your dick to one side so that he can admire it."
Stevie's hips were gyrating; his body shook, his hands trembled. He started to make intense gasping sounds, "HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW." He was losing it. Pup Stevie was about to climax.
"Ah, Mr. Tanner," Coach spoke up. "You don't know this, but part of your son's training is that he is not allowed to touch his dick or climax or even beg to climax."
FUCKING SHIT! Stevie needed to shoot, and NOW! "HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW." He needed to shoot or pass out and probably cum when he lost consciousness. Not allowed.
"So, try this, Mr. Tanner, as he deepthroats your lovely dick, hold his head and shoulders, pull him close to your body, hug him strongly... as he continues to please you. Pet him as your big loving dog. That might calm his dick so he does not violate my rules."
Steve felt his dad's big arm wrap around his upper body, calming and soothing him. All the while, the boy's lower body was twisted to one side, showing his dad, and everyone else, his hair-triggered, climax-hunger dick, jerking and dancing around. Now Stevie was bucking his hips upward, fucking air. He was so out of control. Never had he felt so totally helpless. He could not control his hungry mouth that insisted on devouring Dad's dick, nor could he control his own persistent, angry, twitching cock. Only Coach could do that, and with Daddy's help.
But it never occurred to Stevie why he had to be blindfolded. Why were these four men not allowed to speak? He would never ask them. Of course, he was never intimate with his dad, but he did know the manly cologne he always wore. Yet, it never occurred to him that Number 3 had a different cologne. Stevie was stuck on the mental image that this was his dad.
Just then, Number 3 shot a huge load of man cum blasting down the boy's throat. Number 3 squeezed Stevie tightly onto his powerful dick, not letting him off it, sealing his dick firmly into the boy's throat as he shot blast after blast after blast.
Finally, Number 3 let go and let Stevie slip off his lap to collapse in a "puddle" on the floor. Stevie was coated in sweat, his body still trembling, and his dick was still twitching and jerking... but Coach felt it was not going to shoot. Great. I think he is out. We'll let him rest. Well, except for his dick, that is." Everyone laughed.
All the men stood and congratulated Coach Harlan. The event was over. Coach had accomplished what he wanted. Even Number 3, the guy in the wheelchair, stood and walked to the door. But Mr. Tanner was wheelchair-bound; he could not walk. But Number 3 was not Stevie's dad. Coach wanted Stevie to think his dad abandoned him as a normal, healthy lad.
Stevie had two hopes to return to a normal, stable, social, heterosexual life. The first was his long-time girlfriend, Sophia. Stevie was desperately hoping Sophia would come back to love him. But Coach invited her over when Stevie was in a training session, loudly and proudly begging to suck men's dicks and eat out their asses. Coach had set that up so she could see Stevie's new degenerate behavior. No, she'll never be back.
The other, his last hope for normalcy, was his loving dad. He felt that as long as his dad never found out about how he got into sleazy, queer, subhuman behavior, he would always be able to escape Coach Harlan and return to his normal world through his wonderful dad.
But, now -- he believed -- his dad not only knew every obscene thing about him, but his dad was also helping coach to promote his degenerate lifestyle. And more, his dad loved participating. Stevie will never forget or forgive himself for sucking his dad's dick. He could never look his dad in the face.
This was the purpose of Coach's little game. And it went flawlessly. He cut off the boy's relationship with Sophia and contrived a break in Stevie's relationship with his dad. Perfect! Now, Stevie knows that no one else cares about him. He now only had Coach. Stevie was all his... to play with and enjoy!
And all because he THINKS HE SUCKED HIS DAD'S DICK. That guy in the wheelchair was not his dad and he was not even disabled. And it was not even disabled!
When the two were alone, the coach sat on the floor next to Stevie's huddled body and gently pull the naked boy onto him, so his sleep head was in the coach's lap, and his twitching dick was next to his thigh. Coach began to talk to his pup boy as he pet his head.
"You are so special to me, Stevie. Everyone else has abandoned you. Even your dad will never look at you ever again as this loving son." Stevie came too and looked up at his coach. He started to tear up.
"Did you enjoy sucking your daddy's dick?"
BAMB! It hit him like a ton of bricks. He actually SUCKED HIS DAD'S DICK! And worse, his dad loved him doing it. So he thought. That meant his dad was supportive of Coach turning him into a big, sick, perverted, degenerate boy dog. Stevie cried. He was so embarrassed and humiliated. He just lost his dad, the one who would rescue him and help him back to normalcy. His dad was no longer available to assist in his recovery to normal society. His dad, as a father, was... gone. He cried and could not stop. Coach was all smiles. Perfect!
"Don't worry, my precious Stevie. I will never abandon you."
Stevie whispered, "Oh, thank you, sir. You are so kind to me. So kind. Thank you so much, kind sir." Boy, was Stevie fucked up. His mind was mush. He's thanking the "enemy" for being his protector and friend.
As the coach spoke and petted his pup's head tenderly, his other hand very lightly caressed the boy's bobbing dick. He was not trying to cause a climax. He was merely touching it, extending the boy's arousal, but just a little. He was so slightly teasing it made his fingertip made it dance at his will to underscore who was in charge of that dick.
Coach began to speak softly like he was speaking to a five-year-old. "Well, there is that one condition under which I would kick you out of my life, and that's if you ever displease me. If you displ..."
"Oh, fuck, no, sir, I would never displease you. Ever."
"Well, would you like to climax now? I mean, you did earn it."
"Oh, yes, please, sir."
"Oh?" Coach continued in his very calm tone, "Here I am, enjoying touching your stiff, dancing dick. Like I own it. Like it's my toy to enjoy and play with whenever I want, and... you feel it is for you to tell me to stop?"
Stevie realized what an absolute idiot he was. He sobbed out loud. "Oh FUCK, sir, I am sorry. Please enjoy yourself. I was being so selfish and cruel and foolish, and stupid. Please, oh god, please forgive me." Then he sobbed because he had just treated Coach, the man who continually abuses him, so rudely.
"There, there now, yes, you will be punished later, but right now, I am busy." Then coach fisted the boy's jerking, hair-trigger dick. But he did it so lightly that the closed palm of his hand barely touched the flesh of the boy's dick. He pumped it up and down BUT extremely slowly. He watched Stevie's hip thrust to try to get more friction. It's just human nature. "No, don't, move your body. Don't interfere with my hand. Let go of all control.
"HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW." Stevie had to breathe in gasps, but at least he kept his body still and let his boned-up dick be controlled by the coach.
This went on for some time. Then Coach returned to using just the tip of one finger to lightly touch the tip of the pup's dick, causing it to jerk and bob and dance all around. The boy had an exhausting three days and, at some point, fell asleep. Coach didn't mind. Stevie's body trembled periodically, but he was out and not responsible. Coach just smiled and continued to play with the unconscious boy's dancing dick with just his fingertip. It was odd because Stevie was not participating; it was just Coach and the boy's dick. Perfect.
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Surely, to some of you, maybe most, what Coach was doing would be boring.. Look, Coach is on the floor with Stevie's headlines, lad. Stevie is out cold. His body was thoroughly exhausted. His abilities are done. He has become nothing. Yet, as Coach gently strokes the boy's hair with one hand, he lightly taps the tip of Stevie's most rigid, hair-triggered dick with the other hand, using just one finger. That dick bounces upward, belches out a tiny bit of precum, and jerks downward. Boring, huh? Not to coach. Not by a long shot. Again, Coach lightly taps the tip of Stevie's dick with a single finger, just barely touching it. Again, that dick -- the dick of this sleeping boy -- the dick he now owns -- bounces upward, belches out a tiny bit of precum and jerks downward.
Coach is now wallowing in his complete and utter control of this once-happy, healthy, very popular, well-toned, independent swimming championship. Now? It's just a man and his dog's dick. Perfect.
A couple of weeks later...
"Ok, boy, our University of Wisconsin championship swim meet is here. I know I have put you through hell with all the pool training, but that's what your swimming and diving is really all about. I know you love pup training and being a good doggy boy for all my friends, but this is your other life. Are you ready to show the world what a great champion you have become? And win this one for your school?
"Oh, yes, sir."
"Good boy. Now, you have been wearing the G-string undie swimwear thing, which was to make you stand out and..."
"Sir?" Stevie spoke up whimsy, "Can't I wear a normal swimsuit? I mean, there will be thousands of people there, plus this event will be televised. Why can't..."
"I wish you'd stop interrupting me. I was just about to tell you that you can pick the suit you want to wear for the meet."
"Oh, thank you, sir."
Coach escorted him to the bedroom and laid out three "swimsuits." Then added, "Here are a G-string, a ... ah... I guess you'd call this a T-back thong, and then there is a traditional Speedo-type suit. It's not actually a Speedo, but a similar cut. Now, I recommend either the G-string or the thong, but it is your choice."
The boy picked up the traditional cut and fingered it. He thought it seemed to be made of a flimsy cotton T-shirt material instead of a common nylon fabric. But without hesitating, Stevie made his decision, "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I want this traditional one."
"OK, boy, OK."
"And.... what about this?" Stevie pointed to the clock cage he was wearing.
"Of course, that comes off. Would I ever want to embarrass you at your swim meet... in front of the entire student body? You are such a silly boy. And, yes, your collar comes off as well. You should know I'd never humiliate you in front of such a huge public audience. I mean, if I ever did something so freaky as to make you wear a cock cage under your suit, they'd likely throw you out of school. Who wants that? Besides, all your student friends would probably think you were too weird to associate with. Right?" Stevie felt foolish asking. But what he doesn't realize, and why he can't add two plus two and get four, is that his thinking is just too far gone.
One reason for Stevie's brain fog is... he hadn't been allowed to climax for 19 days. THIS WAS UNBELIEVABLE. His dick wanted to be free and get fully erect and shoot! But... coach had other plans.
"And, furthermore, as you know, during all your pup training, we see that anytime you are embarrassed, especially publicly, you get erect and shoot off. There is just no stopping you. I don't know why that is, but for protection, I want to ensure this wonderful swim meet goes just as I planned so you'll be the winner I want you to be."
That was an odd thing to say. "...for protection?" Whose protection? Stevie or his? And "...just as I planned?" And "...you'll be the winner I want you to be?" Is this all code?
Coach had to use a weird little tool to get his black leather collar off. "You'll wear the dick cage until the actual time of the meet, then I'll remove it. Coach's challenge was to win the battle for sole control of Stevie. The boy sought to hang on to his longtime girlfriend, Sophia, and Coach made sure that ended abruptly. Then Stevie held onto his wonderful, supportive relationship with his dad, and Coach sabotaged that, at least making the boy think (falsely) that his dad abandoned him as a normal son. But then there were Stevie's school friends and school itself.
Yes, Coach needed to expose Stevie as a pervert in front of his school buddies and teachers. If he could do that, no one, not anyone, would be left to be supportive. Yes, then Coach would be the only person left for Stevie to attach himself to, and rely on, and obey. But how could Coach discredit this popular sports hero at his own school?
"OK pup, let's go to the meet. I put your clothes on the bed; let's get in them, and let's be off," Coach said as he left the room.
Wow! Fucking wow! FINALLY, it was all working out. Stevie looked at the "normal" clothes on the bed: a T-shirt, shorts, tennis shoes, and the bright red swimsuit that he'd wear as underwear. He sobbed. FINALLY, he felt normal again. Fuck! It had been a very long time. But then, again, Coach always told him, "Do as I say, don't fight me, and all will fall into place." He cried. He said to himself, "If I had only listened to Coach, I would have avoided so much mental fighting." Stevie just got his life back. Finally, nothing weird here, just a normal school lad wearing normal clothes to a normal school event. He got dressed and smiled in a different way from the inside. He was happy.
The boy's dick was still caged. He'd stopped paying attention to it a long time ago, so it was no big deal. (Actually, it was a very nice big deal.) He put on the swimsuit, then he slipped into the shorts which hid his bulky dick cage completely. Good. His dick wasn't showing. Next came the T-shirt and shoes. Walla.
"Okay, boy, let's get in the car and go to the meet." Stevie was excited to see all his friends. He assumed all that fucked up, demeaning dog training shit was over and wondered how Coach would treat him now. Yes, life was good.
When they arrived at the University of Wisconsin, Coach went to his station, and Stevie joined the other team members in the locker room to change. In his case, he just needed to strip off his outer clothes and leave his bright red swimsuit. The odd thing, though, was Stevie discovered some bright red coloring on his hands. He figured the suit material was new and maybe over-dyed and that the bright red stuff would wash off once he got in the pool. Beyond that, he did think about it.
Just prior to Stevie joining his teammates, Coach pulled him aside to a corner and unlocked and removed the boy's cock cage. Stevie's dick expanded quickly and was as firm as a baseball bat. Coach smiled and even giggled to himself. Stevie to placed his dick angled upward, pointing to one hip to keep it from pointing obscenely forward, like a tent pole. It worked. Stevie's dick was hard, but at least it fully fit into his suit.
Then Coach whispered in his ear, "You know, Stevie, when you get embarrassed and humiliated, you can't stop yourself from climaxing. Right?"
The boy was wondering why Coach was reminding him of his sexual weakness. He was trying to put all sexual stuff out of his mind and not think erotic thoughts.
"Yeah, my boy. I love it when you can't control yourself. I mean, when you think of sucking my huge dick, wow, how that makes you feel so hungry and desperate to suck me off and eat my ass.
"Ahhhhhhh." Stevie's dick was trying to bob inside his flimsy suit, but Stevie kept trying to recover it.
"You remember two days ago, in Zoo Park, how you were being throat-fuck and ass-fucked by dozens of hot, sex guys with big cocks? And you kept asking me, begging me to allow you to cum? Wasn't that amazing? My God! I want to say how proud I am of you for holding off climaxing until today?"
"Ahhhhh!"
I see all your teammates there on the bench, waiting for you. Man, oh, man. Look, Stevie. Look at their sexy, swimmer's builds. Their muscular bodies. Their skimpy swimsuits. Look at their bulging packages. Fuck. You see how sexy they all are?"
"HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW." Stevie was gasping. He was losing it.
"I'd bet you'd love to suck them all off right now, right?"
"HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW." Stevie was getting lightheaded and had trouble breathing.
"Oh, I see your dick is pointing straight out. Why do you always think of sex? This is your M-E-A-T time."
"I'll try you what; if you do well in the meet, I'll let you suck every one of your teammates off. OK?"
Stevie grabbed his swimsuit-covered dick as he was about to beat off. "NO! You don't ever get to touch my property. But... do well, and you'll have a lot of dick to suck. I want you to focus on the dicks of each teammate. Continuously. So you can visualize your many awesome boned-up rewards. Think about each and every boy's big, juicy dick. Do you hear me?"
"Oh yes, sir... HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW," the boy gasped.
"Good boy, just think of all the dicks you will soon enjoy and how I will let you climax during your sucking job. Now, go join your mates." He did, with his hands covering his stiff dick.
His teammates all greeted him with a smile as they looked at his faces. But he was in a daze as he checked out each mate's big bulge. This was his first year of college, and winning this diving competition would -- according to the coach, allow him to have a full four-year college scholarship. So, this was everything. And he was considered the favorite.
The event involved diving--not high diving, but just off the pool-level diving board. The diver had to bounce as high as he could, do a quick fancy flip, and enter the water gracefully. Then, he had to swim to the opposite end and get out of the pool there. This was done so the audience could view and applaud each diver as he proudly strutted back to the diving board. Each diver had three tries to achieve his highest score. So, they each did this same routine three times for the best score.
Stevie was the last of the eight divers. He watched each of the other seven divers stand still on the board. The announcer on the public address system made periodic requests, a necessary, to the various divers. To one diver who was jittery, "Number 14, please stand still on the board until you hear the whistle." To another diver who was in the wrong position, "Number 32, keep your hand behind your back until I say, `READY'" And so on.
Then, when the whistle sounded, the current diver would bounce high on the board, perform a (hopefully) complex maneuver, enter the water with very little splashing, and swim to the other to get out. Stevie wasn't focused on their creative dives. His focus was on their dick bulges. He was in a daze over the idea that soon he'd be sucking a lot of dick, their dicks.
Stevie was up; he was the last diver in the last event. "Number 28." That was Stevie. He didn't even hear his number called. "Number 28, you're up." Still, he stared at the black swimmer's dick pouches. "Number 28, that's you, Stevie Tanner, get on the diving board."
"Hey, Stevie, you're 28. It's your turn," a teammate said as he nudged him.
"Oh, sorry. I was thinking about needing a good fuck... I mean, needing good luck." He stood and walked over to the diving board, hopped up, and slowly walked to the tip of it, then waited for the board to be still.
The crowd was making noises like "Oh my." And, "What the fuck." And, "Look at that." But Stevie heard none of it. He just stood still, salivating about black dick.
What the crowd was rattled about was that Stevie was standing still on the board with a huge erection, which he was oblivious to. His dick tented his swimsuit like a tent pole. It startled the officials so much that they delayed his starting whistle. Everyone was ogling. And can you imagine... the television audience? What were they thinking?
Then the announcer blatantly said, "Number 28. Stevie Tanner, please control your... your.... penis." The entire arena audience, as well as the TV audience, was laughing, and some were cheering and applauding. Stevie noticed many people pointing to the monitors. He looked up at the giant 40-foot TV monitors mounted on all sides of the pool and saw a swimmer with a bright red swimsuit throwing a huge boner. As the camera zoomed in, he realized... IT WAS HIM! His dick was jutting straight out, making an obscene tent of his swimsuit.
"FUCK!" Stevie yelled, not knowing what to do. He started to get off the diving board.
"Stevie Tanner, please stay in position," the announcer said. Stevie stopped and returned to the tip of the board, but he covered his boner with both hands.
"Stevie Tanner, assume the setup position." Stevie didn't know what to do. He just wanted to get off the board and retreat to the locker room. But then, his team would lose the competition. "Stevie Tanner, stand still, up straight, and hands behind your back to wait for the whistle."
The boy had no choice. He assumed that set position, which seemed to thrust his hips out and show off his huge endowment. Everyone cheered, yelled, and pleaded. They were hysterical.
"Oh god," Stevie mumbled to himself," please blow the fucking whistle! Hurry. Please!"
Finally, he was saved by the whistle. Stevie bounced high on the board, did a back flip, and entered the water with a small splash. It was a perfect dive. But he felt weird. As he swam to the other end, his stiff dick seemed to be free of his swimsuit. It didn't bother him; it felt good, like when he skinny-dipped as a child. When he reached the far end of the pool, he hopped out and began to walk back to the diving board for his second turn.
The crowd ROARED! "Go Stevie," and "Show us your baseball bat." And, "You gut guts!' And, "Yeah, strut your fuck stick!" Stevie didn't hear these comments, but he looked up at the 40-foot monitor and saw a naked man with a bouncing boner, a 40-foot bouncing boner. The image even showed the detailed veining along his cut dick.
As he noticed everyone pointing to the monitors, Stevie looked up at the giant 40-foot TV screens mounted on all sides of the pool and saw a swimmer naked, totally naked, and with a huge boner. At first, he smiled but then went into shock! He screamed, "It's me! Where did my suit go? I'm fucking naked!" Stevie made a run for it, back to the other end of the pool. Initially, he didn't even realize he was still all boned up. Just seeing his totally naked body on a 40-foot screen was disastrous.
Can you imagine a naked, boned-up, sexy swimmer on full public display all by himself, the center of attention, on a diving board? The humiliation is so public, and is even being televised! FUCK! He needs to shoot his wad!
"HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW," the boy was so flustered with embarrassment, he could barely breathe. All he could do was cover his boner and run to the diving board and hope his dick would go down by the time of the next dive. But why didn't Stevie ask for another swimsuit? Why didn't the Coach toss him another one?
To be continued...
Coach Harlan set this all up! What a fucking sadistic, selfish bastard he is. Will he ever get his due? Will Stevie ever get his Sophia back? Will Mr. Tanner ever forgive his son? Doesn't seem possible, does it? I know what you are thinking, that Stevie is lost to Coach and his cohorts... forever. Right? Chapter 7, coming soon, is the final chapter.