Bending Over a Homophobic Jock

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Hello, I am an alumnus at a very fine university. I am about thirty-five, have a slightly receding hairline, and am overall an average looking guy. I also happen to be gay. That said, one of my favorite pastimes is sneaking into the locker room of the university to check out the students and athletes as they change and use the showers. They all look really sexy to me, but I especially enjoy the water polo team members. In their swim caps and tiny nylon Speedos...WOW!

Unfortunately, though, I seldom get to see any of the younger users of the locker room completely nude. The faculty members, and alumni almost always are naked in the showers and locker room, but the students just change clothes there and leave their underwear on. When the students, or members of the athletic teams, use the showers, it is universally in their swimsuits. Too bad.

It is also rare that students even use the locker room at all, with the exception of the swim team and water polo team. When these do use the locker room, such as during practice or meets, it is generally closed to all others. My habit of searching for naked studs there thus generally ends in frustration. One night I decided to do something different. Late at night, when the locker room was closed, I attempted to get past security and enter the locker room. I knew that the water polo team was just finishing their late night practice. "Sir, what are you doing here?" I turned around to see a heavy-set security guard standing there. "I just needed to use the locker room. I have an alumni id." "Sir, I'm sorry, but the locker room is closed now, water polo team practice." "Oh, I just needed to get some things out of my locker. I won't be long." "Well, all right, just this once." I thanked him and proceeded through the heavy door into the locker room.

Inside the place was empty. I looked around and tried to find a reason to justify my presence there. I went over to my own locker, opened it, and fooled around with some of the junk I kept there. In the background I could hear the team splashing around. Every now and then I would hear a ball crash into the door that led to the pool from the showers, BOOM! Those guys loved to be loud. I waited and waited, finally I decided to sit on the john in the hope that team practice would end soon. Then those hot young hunks would come in to shower and change. I was soon in for a big disappointment.

Apparently, late at night the water polo team did not bother to even use the locker room. They just came to practice with their suits under their clothes, or changed and took their clothes with them to the pool. They, like a lot of guys their age, really guarded their privacy. Maybe they were insecure, or homophobic, or afraid of hidden video cameras planted by perverts. (I just looked, I found it disgusting to film someone naked without their consent). Oh well...a dull night.

Then the door opened! It was the team captain! He entered the locker room area, apparently in a quest for something, or maybe to change. A big, well muscled lad, he was probably more secure than the others. He stepped into the shower, and turned on the water full blast. I could hear sounds like him soaping himself up. My heart pounded. I got up from the john and walked quietly over to the shower room to have a look at him. You could clearly see the showers from the short walkway that ran from the locker room to the pool. Damn! His body was beautiful. He also kept his Speedos on.

I went back to my locker and waited a minute or two. Then I decided that I was just wasting my time. I heard the shower water turn off and the back door (leading to the pool) lock. I assumed I was now alone. Then I heard the sounds of bare feet walking from the shower. The team captain was going to use the locker room to change! Then I turned around to find him, dripping wet, standing there looking directly at me. He had a stern, angry expression on his face.

"Excuse me, but are you a coach, or a student, or something?" "NO", I replied. "I was just..just looking for the exit." "Really, thats funny, I noticed you were watching me in the shower. Is that where you were looking for an exit?"He replied sarcastically realized then that he knew why I was really there. His brown eyes had a stern, hard expression on them. His brown hair was wet and matted down; his face was perfectly smooth and tanned, his jaw strong and square. Down his thick, bull neck I could see the shoulders of an athlete. His chest and stomach were perfectly smooth and tanned like his face; He had a perfectly flat abdomen, not exactly like a washboard, but with just enough body fat to give him that gorgeous look of the adolescent male. His thighs were also tanned and smooth, and also well muscled-not like a weight lifters, but better. They also possessed that same youthful marble look of the rest of his body. I expect that he shaved some body hair, but that he didn't really have much. He looked more Northern European; say German or Scandinavian, in descent than say Italian.
The tan lines on his legs only came to mid thigh, indicating that he was too modest to wear Speedos out in public. His Speedos were black and untied, the white string dangling down. As perfect a young man he was he looked angry and I was starting to get afraid of him.

"Look, young man..I'm sorry I bothered you. I didn't mean to disturb you, I will leave you alone now." "Not so fast. I am getting fucking sick and tired of you faggots using this school's locker room. It makes us sick when we see one of you perverts at our meets, watching us, or in the locker room, watching us change!! All you fucking homos should fucking burn in hell!!!" My voice started to tremble. I could see his flat stomach sink in and his chest muscles start to protrude. He looked very strong. "Even on campus, you fucking homos make me sick. I swore if I ever get the chance I would beat the living shit out of one of you. "Look...again, I'm sorry; let me leave..I won't bother you again."

I then proceeded to walk around him in order to leave the locker room, but, suddenly, he grabbed my arm. "You ain't leaving, you fucking faggot!!! You're going to get a beating!!" He then, with incredible strength, swung me to the ground in one massive body exertion. On the floor I instinctively called for help as loud as I could,"SECURITY!!!" "Ha ha ha, you think I'm stupid? The whole building is fucking closed. I told the security guard I was the last one and that I would lock up. Even the coach is gone. They trust me with that sort of thing. I am the team captain. Its just you and be, pussy!"

I was now totally horrified. I desperately tried to fight back, but my thirty five year old body simply could not match the student athletes' for speed or strength. I swung several blows and hit him on the face a couple times. It was no use. He simply glanced off my blows and continued his attack. I was knocked down a second time, then a third. I tried to use my feet on him. He simply knocked me down again. My face was beginning to swell from the repeated blows. "You fight like a fucking fairy." He laughed. "Okay, you win, I'm sorry...let me go...please!!" I was really desperate. This only seemed to encourage him, though.

"Now you're REALLY going to get it!!" He knocked me down again and this time proceeded to use his feet to pummel me. I was grateful that he didn't have any shoes or I would have had several broken ribs from the force of his kicks. Even so, the abuse knocked the wind out of me and I was losing my strength fast. As for him, I couldn't believe his rage. This young, clean cut, young athlete seemed ready to stomp me to death. I never really understood the hatred of some straight guys for homosexuals before this. He knew I was attracted to him. Just that fact drove him insanely wild. At that point I realized he was going to kill me, and I didn't know what to do.

When a person gets desperate their brain goes into overdrive. Mine did. I realized finally that it was him or me. I didn't know how to take him, though. He just kept kicking and kicking. I looked up. I was desperate. He was standing over me in his swimsuit, with his legs astride me, one foot on each side alternately giving kicks with one foot, then the other. I could see the pouch of his tight Speedos, just a couple feet over me. Maybe...maybe. I made a fist, and, instead of blocking his repeated blows to my head waited for an opportunity. He almost knocked me out at that point as my head was temporarily exposed. Then, I struck. With a hammer like fist I punched with all my might straight up...SMASH!!!...into his testicles. They made a perfect target held in place by his suit, but at first I thought my blow had been a mistake. His face merely reddened a little. Then, one second later, I realized I had scored a much better shot than I dreamed possible. The blow had severely damaged his packed tight scrotum.

"AHHHH.......!!!!!!"he grabbed himself tightly over his now damaged manhood. His face did not even look like the same person. His eyes closed, his face, despite its tan, turned bright red. His features were twisted and contorted. He coughed, and let out a high pitched yell that didn't even sound like a male voice. Tears flowing, he staggered back, holding his crushed jewels. To the floor he dropped and bent over into a fetal position, his spine and broad, muscled back, were clearly visible, and the redness on his face was now spreading to his entire upper body. He, on his knees, lay there doubled over, sobbing and sobbing, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Then, he started to vomit, all over the floor. Breathing heavy, he tried to say something, but couldn't. He attempted to crawl away from his own throw up, but found the effort excruciating. I just got up and stood there, in disbelief at what I had done.

After about ten minutes of alternate coughing, sobbing, and pukeing, he finally was able to say something. "AHHH....my BALLS!...AH....MY FUCKING BALLS!!!" After about another ten minutes he finally recovered well enough to make some physical movement. I just watched, spellbound. What do you think this handsome, homophobic, but perfectly built, captain of the water polo team did. This is the guy who was going to kill because a gay man was watching him in his Speedos. He rolled over on his back, legs curled in the fetal position, and yanked off his swimsuit! WOW!! What a view for me! With his knees bent up to his chest, on his back, his backside was wide open for my long, casual study. His testicles were horribly deformed, though and swollen. I was surprised he didn't pass out from the pain. His penis was uncut, and tiny. I don't know if that was due to the pain of the testicular damage, the cold water, or just natural. He had a dark bush of pubic hair and hair covering his anus. His penis was almost covered by the pubic hair. The skin of his thighs and buttocks, as I mentioned earlier, wasn't tanned. It was light, almost white before, now, however, it began to turn red as well.

At this point you may think that I was being cruel, but remember, this young athlete was, just twenty minutes ago, trying to kill me just for looking at him with desire. Now he lay, fully nude, exposed, helpless and completely at my mercy. There was no one else in the building. No one. I only wanted a glimpse. Now I realized I had total control. TOTAL CONTROL.

You don't believe me? After a few more minutes the pain finally subsided enough for him to say some complete sentences. "Please, don't hurt me...please....no more....please...I will do whatever you want.....ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! I then decided a little psychology on him in his weakened condition. "I'm gay, I know you don't like queers, and I don't believe in forcing myself on another guy, especially a straight one. So, I guess you leave me no choice but to kill you. I respect you as a man too much to rape you, I will just kick you to death instead...maybe I'll start with your balls." "No, please, anything, if you want to fuck me then do it...PLEASE FUCK ME!!!"

This was too much. I already had a hard on and wondered if his latest statement wasn't just an effort to get me to shoot my load so I wouldn't be able to penetrate him. He was not that smart, however.

Although he was beaten, I took no chances. I took the string from his Speedos and used it to tie his wrists together. I expected him to struggle, but he seemed actually relieved that I was only going to sodomize him. I then pushed his naked body over one of the benches that were always bolted to the floor. He was on his knees, draped over the bench, hands tied tightly behind him and his head and upper torso hanging down the other side. Oh, WHAT A VIEW! YUMMY!!! WHAT A SET OF ASSCHEEKS!!! SMELL THAT ANUS!!! YEAH!!!! My hands grabbed and spread his buttocks wide apart. Through the dark hair I could see his anus. He did move a little from the pain, though. His testicles were sore a still swollen. Any movement of his body was painful to him. I realized this might make him struggle.

Fortunately, I remembered I had a length of jumping rope in my locker. I also had, you won't believe it, handcuffs! I one time used them at a kinky party and had never gotten around to taking them home. Now I had something really strong to secure his hands. The rope I used to tie his neck to the bolted down bench. I then took the string from his swimsuit and used it to secure his TESTICALS to the bench. He struggled at this at first, but it was no use. The more he fought the more pain he suffered. I tied them down so every time he moved they would injure his already tortured manhood. Soon he was totally secure. I couldn't have been possibly in more control of him.

At this point the reader must compliment me on one thing. That is the self discipline I exercised in keeping my rock-hard penis from exploding. I then opened my fly, out popped my boner, and I went one, two three....THRUST!!! I forced my penis into his tight, virgin ass so much that even a relaxed, lubricated and experiences gay man, would have hollered in pain. I won't even attempt to describe the scream he let out. I will only say that I didn't think it was possible for a human being to make that sound. Not that it was loud, the injury to his scrotum seemed to prevent him from making any loud noises. It just didn't sound normal.

I then fucked him in and out, deep. My dick soaking up his now warm, sweaty and slightly hairy ass. Despite his earlier shower his body was now covering with sweat. His ass was slowly being lubed by the matted sweaty hair inside his cheeks combined with my precum. I pounded harder and harder. He moaned and moaned. The pain must have been almost unbearable. I could feel the tearing inside his anus. He was now crying loudly, spitting. I fucked harder. He now started to urinate on the floor. My cock was really ready to explode.

I gave one more, massive thrust all the way out and then in. My cock exploded inside him. His dick then got hard, increasing the pressure of the string around his balls. Out came my cock. My thick cum blasted out his hole and flowed down his crack all the way down his tightly bound ball sack. He puked again, and at this point lost control of his bowels. A sticky turd emerged from his ass, covered with my cum. I think every orifice of his body was expelling something. The shit dropped to the floor, between his knees. My own dick was covered by a combination of my cum and his shit.

Finally, I stood up. He lay before me, completely defeated. Until know I did not think one man could dominate and humiliate another to this extent. As I final gesture I opened up his legs, exposing his bound, injured, and dangling ball sack. I raised a foot and....SMASH!!! 

He only let out a yelp. Then passed out. His manhood was totally defeated.

I pulled up my fly and felt satisfied that I had completely had my way with the handsome, perfectly built, young captain of the water polo team. I learned that he was found the next morning by the janitor, still unconscious. Apparently it was the janitor who hid video cameras in the locker room, because apparently the janitor fucked him too and video taped the event. The video sold for a good amount, helping supplement the janitor's earnings. As for the water polo team captain, his testicles, thanks to some expert surgery, recovered completely. As for his arrogance, and homophobia, these did not. For one day, while running into me by accident coming through the campus, he stopped, looked me in the eye, and, in a quiet voice said, "sir, I'm sorry about how I acted towards you. You win, sir, I surrender. You are the real man here. Thank you for teaching me that, sir". Then I took his face in my hands and kissed him. We parted friends.