University Divers Take a Dive

Sweaty, nude, humiliated and facing three older men, these young university divers tried in vain to cover themselves with their legs and thighs. Eric lifted his left leg up, and bent it over the front of his genital area. It only made the boys even look more pathetic, if that was possible. Eric and several of the others continued flexing their legs and tilting their pelvises foreword, trying in vain to preserve their privacy in front of three old men, who made no effort to hide the fact that they were enjoying the show. After several minutes of this, even Eric Schmit was starting to show tears running down his cheeks. Worse the constant attempts to twist, to cover penises with thighs, while the hands were bound, was starting to produce erections on the college boys, none of whom were older than twenty-two. Argh! Their penises would not listen to their minds, and became more and more obvious. Eric,"won" this effort. His determined efforts gave him a hard on, while not huge, was in full salute-out and curved upward for all to see, with no way to conceal. Now even Eric Schmit started to cry.

Now, Paul, the victim of the cruel gay bashing, had the moment he was waiting for. “Over here, you!” Eric, bound, nude, and sobbing, walked over, still with a partial erection, which only seemed to degrade him further, being more the symbol of his total defeat than of his manliness. Paul could hardly control himself, staring at Eric up and down like a sample of prime beef hanging on the hook. Eric looked down, quietly sobbing. Then Paul turned around his “prize” and examined “it” up and down. He even lightly let his hand brush against Eric’s bouncing partial boner, more pretending that it wasn’t even there than erotically. Then he turned Eric around so Eric’s back was toward him, and Eric’s frontal nudity and lowered and red, crying eyes were toward his teammates. He pulled and pulled, gradually undoing the duct tape from the collegian’s hands. This took several minutes, allowing Paul the opportunity to gently caress the smooth bare buttocks of the young diver and the base of his back, just above the crack between those beautiful buns. Again, though, he did this not in a deliberate fashion, but more with his knuckles and the back of his hand, in an “accidental” sort of way. Finally, after several minutes of pulling and tugging, the young man’s hands were free. There was no need for the tape now. Young college diver, Eric Schmit, strong and homophobic, normally would have plummeted any gay man for merely looking at him in his Speedos, but, now, broken and humiliated, would allow this middle aged gay man to have total access to his athletic body. It seemed almost that the nudity on the outside had somehow penetrated all the way through to the very spirit of the youth. He was now truly exposed, a naked young coward, whose body begged to be violated. “This way!” Paul ordered his victim to march straight over to a far corner, out of sight of all the other people there. “What’s this? You mean to have him to yourself?” “You got it! You guys have plenty of action to keep you busy for a while.” Thus Paul answered Hank. It was true. Curly and Hank still had eight, bound, frightened, and nude college divers to keep them entertained. Paul, understandably, wanted beautiful blond Eric Schmit, the architect of the gay bashing incident, all to himself.

With head lowered, arms down at his side, and hands lightly clenched, Eric marched over to the secluded area of the locker room. He did not cup his hands over his privates; there was no point in that. But his entire posture still spoke with tremendous clarity of the discomfort he felt in his state of complete nudity and submission. He walked into the corner area of the locker room. This was where the track team, during the day, normally changed. It was separated from the rest of the locker room by a short row of lockers, and by about thirty feet of distance. It secured some privacy for the track team. Now, however, it was to be the place of Eric Schmit’s subjugation at the hands of Paul. “Sit down!” Paul ordered Eric to sit down on one of the benches in this secure area. The young man did, and leaned foreword with his elbows on his knees, not saying a word, still, it seemed, unable to absorb the full impact of what was actually happening. He sat facing the back wall, looking down and occasionally moving his head up and down. Then Paul stepped up behind him, and, in almost a gesture of affection, placed his hands on the athlete’s firm shoulders. He rubbed Eric’s neck and shoulders and felt Eric’s broad back. Eric, for his part, tensed a little. He wondered if this man actually felt a genuine affection for him. But that was not Paul’s purpose at all. He was simply giving his victim a feel and getting himself ready for what he wanted to do next to him.

Gradually, Paul worked his hands lower and lower. Eventually he reached Eric’s narrow hips. Now Eric began to understand the true, sexual motive of Paul. The older man’s right hand soon brushed over Eric’s smooth right thigh, causing Eric great discomfort. He didn’t like being touched, especially by a gay guy, especially a middle-aged gay guy. “Umm….come on, man, stop that. I’m not gay. Look, man, I’m sorry, but, I mean, you know, I’m not into that, man. Come on!” Paul pulled his hands away, and for a moment, it seemed that his protests worked. But they didn’t. Paul straightened up, and, standing directly behind the seated young man, suddenly exploded in a fury that up until now was never seen by anyone, not even during the fight with the diving team. He reached down with a violence from behind Eric, grabbing his throat in his right hand, and threw Eric down, sideways, onto the bench, on his left side. Eric’s eyes popped wide open, twice there normal size. His face looked like a frightened little boy’s, not a twenty-one year olds. He reached both his hands up, to protect his face, in a gesture of pure terror. “Listen here, you son of a bitch, you’re mine, you here that? MINE! You’ll do what ever I want. And, boy, I want a lot! Do you understand that!? Do you understand!? Do you?!! ANSWER!!!” Eric’s voice cracked. He stammered, trying to form the words. “Uh….yeah, I mean, uh…yes, I, uhh, mean, I mean, I mean yes, sir, I understand. Yes sir, I understand, and, I uhh, I, sir will do anything you want, sir! Yes sir, anything, sir!” Paul now realized he had this cocky young college diver right where he wanted him. He now had the control he needed.

While all this was going on, Hank and Curly were figuring their next moves. Before them stood about the most wonderful eye candy any gay guy could ever dream of. Eight young college divers, frightened, bound, and stripped naked, stood before them for the taking. One of them, however, in particular, caught the eye of big ugly Curly. It was a very tall, red headed kid, with hair cut in a buzz, and a long and lanky build. This kid had a long thin face, green eyes, and some light freckles. His whole body was pale white, except for the freckles on his face and the back of his neck. He had red nipples, which were a little large for a male. His build was slim and his body was smooth and nearly hairless. He had a flat stomach, and a very small, sort of adolescent looking navel. Curly stared him up and down. The youth, for his part resented this, and started to stare back. The kid looked, perhaps a little Irish in descent, and may have had the stereotypical Irish temper, I don’t know. But in this case, it was not the smart thing to do, for it only made Curly really want to break this youth. “Hey, Hank, untie that tall red head over on the end!” Hank walked over and did this, meeting a little bit of protest when his hands got near the red head’s thin, but prominent enough, backside. Thus freed, the young man stood, facing Curly and glaring at him defiantly. Curly smiled broadly; this was going to be good. Although nearly a foot taller than Curly, his body was much narrower. “Back behind that wall!” Curly indicated the section of the locker room, which was behind a partition, and thus separated the diving team’s changing area from the rest of the locker room. (This is not to be confused from the corner of the locker room where Paul took Eric-the track team’s area- which was behind a row of lockers, not a partition). “No!” “What’s the matter, kid, afraid?” “No, I’m not afraid of you, you queer!” Then, as if to show defiance, the tall red head marched, hands at his side, behind the partition. Curly followed him, and thus the two were out of sight of the others in the room.

Behind the partition there was, believe it or not, a couch. As soon as he got back behind the wall, the younger man turned around, almost forgetting his nudity, and faced Curly. “I’m going to get dressed, then I’m leaving!” “Yes, after we have some fun! First, you must let me examine you. I want to see if you have any crabs, you know.” “Get away from me, you pervert! Get away! I mean it!” But Curly quickly turned the situation around, and grabbed the youth by his neck, and slammed him against the lockers in back of him. The two struggled, but Curly was far stronger, and soon was choking the boy to near unconsciousness. He then pounded him a few times with his fists. “Okay, okay!!” Soon this lad too was reduced to begging. His courage lasted only a little longer than his teammate Eric’s. Curly could then get down to the examination. He had the red headed diver stand up, after his pounding, with his back to the wall. Then he ordered the young man to hold his arms straight up in the air, to make his arm pits fully exposed, as well as the complete view of his torso. Curly looked him up and down. If the youth was starting to forget his nudity before, this examination was making him remember it again. The diver’s arm pits only had the slightest hint of hair. Then Curly looked down, closely, at his groin area. There was a small, orange colored bush of hair. It looked clean to Curly, as if that made a difference. The examination was really about humiliation and not hygiene. It was the first step, after the beating, in breaking his victim’s spirit as a man. As for the tall kid’s penis, it was actually very small. His scrotum actually hung lower than it, which made the whole package look funny and out of proportion. I don’t know how many men are built like that, but I dare say that very few of then, especially the younger ones, want to be seen naked in public locker rooms. Remember that the members of the university diving team never got completely undressed in front of each other. But now this diver was on display, and in front of a fat ugly gay guy who didn’t mind making it obvious his interest and contempt for this pathetic package of jewels. “Hah! You sure got a small dick, kid! Your balls are too big for it! What a joke! You know, naked you look almost like a girl! Where’s your panties?” The derisive comments had an effect. Soon the youth was becoming too ashamed even to speak. His defiance was already gone. Now he seemed on the verge of tears. “Okay, babe. Turn around. I want to examine that ass of yours. Its well shaped and hard, but it sticks out nice from the rest of your skinny body. No wonder you need to cover yourself in the locker room. Tell me, sweetie, don’t you think that even straight guys, especially the middle-aged ones with the beefy bodies and the hairy chests, look at you with lust? Of course they do!” 

At this time, with Paul preparing to have his way with Eric Schmit, and Curly getting ready to “examine” the tall red head, Hank was left in the center of the locker room with the remaining seven university diving team members, nude and bound, standing in terror before him. Hank eyed his choices. He looked left and right and then settled on one of the young lads, the only one of the group that possessed any kind of facial hair. He had brown hair and eyes, and one of those pencil thin beards that seem to be so popular with young men these days. I guess the purpose is to show the world that the wearer can in fact grow a beard, without really growing one, because, in the view of homophobes, beards are indicative of being a “fag”. Hank felt that, despite his youthful looking face and smooth body, his beard, slightly larger build, and older appearance, this one would be more of a challenge. It would be more fun to break such a young man. So Hank went over, and proceeded to undo the tape binding this young man’s wrists. He was in for a disappointment. For as soon as this kid’s wrists were freed, he promptly put his hands up in fear of Hank. Eyes wide in terror, he raised his hands higher and higher, above his head, as if in surrender. Hank, disappointed in the lack of a challenge, growled, “into the shower room, you little pussy!” “Uh, yes sir, yes sir, I will, sir, yes yes yes, sir, yessirrr!!” “Shut the fuck up!!” This only brought more rounds of pleadings and yes sirs from the pathetic young man. He marched all the way to the shower room, incredibly with his hands still high above his head, although Hank never ordered him to raise his hands. And, he did this all in the nude! What was he thinking? That Hank might suspect him of hiding a gun in one of his body cavities? If the scene wasn’t so pathetic it would have been actually funny. Hank walked behind him to the showers and watched him march, hands high and nude. Several times the youth would slow down to turn around, only to catch Hank staring low-at his ass! There was some hair on that posterior. The boys didn’t shave THERE, but it was well shaped, bubbly, and squeezable. Hank began to think that he hadn’t made such a poor choice, after all.

Meanwhile, (yes reader, our three heroes, Paul, Hank, and Curly, are getting in their licks simultaneously), Paul had beautiful blond gay basher, Eric Schmit bent over a bench, and was at this point fondly rubbing his ass cheeks, on occasion spreading them wide to get a good peak at Eric’s doughnut hole. For more fun, Paul even licked, and spat at that very personal area, enjoying the very access to a person who previously would not even tolerate being viewed in his swim suite. He then pulled at Eric’s balls, to get his body in the proper position. Eric’s face blushed bright red; this was simply too embarrassing, too humiliating. He started to cry again. Paul then removed his pants, and prepared his rock hard cock. He spat on Eric’s ass some more, to create at least some lubrication, then, being dissatisfied, went to the shower room for some soap. There he walked in, smiled at Hank, who was receiving a blow job from the bearded diver, and then soaped up his hands. Pail then went back to the corner, past once again the stunned and terrified remainder of the diving team, who still stood, bound and nude awaiting their fate. Behind the wall, where Curly and the red head had gone, he heard, “stop, please, no more, ouch! That hurts! Please! Stop, please, oww, please sir, no more!!” The red head was crying out in pain at whatever Curly was doing to him, which Paul, Hank and the diving team could only speculate. Paul then reached his own victim, soaped that ass, which was still in exactly the same place where he had left it, and then slowly inserted his dick into that hole. He was kinder than Curly, though, and moved slowly, only causing his victim a little bit of pain and discomfort. Why do more? Eric was crying like a baby by now anyway. After several minutes of slowly pushing and pulling, Eric’s anus started to loosen up, and eventually, Eric himself actually began to moan quietly in pleasure, the sensation against the nerves of his prostate and sphincter being too much for even him to resist. 

Curly was busy shattering the manhood of his victim. With his anus torn by Curly’s huge dick, which was not lubricated with anything, and the pounding of Curly’s full weight of his fat body on this tall skinny “glass of water”, the previously defiant lad was now crying and begging to make up for the whole team. Curly didn’t stop there. He then forced the youth to say respectful things about him, and his friends, Hank and Paul, as he continued to denigrate the kid’s manhood. When it was finally over and Curly pulled out, the tall university diver fell, sobbing, to the floor in front of the couch. 
With his dick, and primary weapon, limp, Curly looked for another victim. Who better than the very person who started the attack on Paul, his friend? Curly walked into the corner where Paul was fucking Eric. “You’re to easy, guy. This kid fucked you up! You’ve got to really give it to him!” Paul then pulled out, and merely stood by and watched as Curly gave him some pointers. He wondered what Curly was going to do; his penis was limp and wasted from sodomizing the red head next door. He soon found out. With Eric still bent over the bench, Curly reached down with his fat fingers, and shoved them up the university diver’s ass. At least two, then three fingers penetrated the young man’s anus, which was loose from being fucked by Paul. Eric looked up, then let out a howl in pain. Then he screamed. Curly, with a grin, held up his bloody hand. He showed it to Paul; it contained some of Eric Schmit’s hemorrhoids. Then he walked out and showed his prize to the members of the university diving team. Two passed out. The remaining four fell crying to their knees. Of these four, at least two, well, say, made a mess on the floor rug of the locker room.

Hank had finished his blow job by this time, and was pounding the ass of the nice looking kid with the beard. This one was spared any physical injury. He sure knew how to keep Hank satisfied. His surrender, which began with the nude march, hands high, into the shower room, reached its final phase at the hands and dick of Hank. He just stayed on his knees, face almost on the shower room floor, and continued to say, “yes, yes, yes sir, anything you want sir. You’re in charge, sir!” On and on. In the end Hank couldn’t shut him up. As for the remaining six, there was something in store for them as well. Still bound naked and crying, our three protagonists dragged them outside, and locked the door behind them. Let them all be found bound and nude the next day, or parade home naked to get arrested for indecent exposure. Tell the cops? Let’s see, that all nine university divers were forced to strip and be sexually abused by three unarmed middle aged gay guys? I don’t think so. 
Paul, for his part, still used the university locker room. And he still viewed the eye candy there. The diving team never harassed him again. Hank and Curly went back to the gay club, only to find that at least two or three of the university divers, upon turning twenty-one, became members there. They just loved Hank and Curly-men who took charge.

(I hoped you enjoyed this story, dear reader. As always, all comments, positive or negative, are always welcome. )