Part IV of the Whitfield Saga...

My life had become a living Hell. Mentally, the Whitfields had beaten me. I would do anything to avoid the last torture they put me through. I decided to just let them have their way with me. I figured this would minimize the Hell I lived through.

I tried to spend more time away from the house. But soon, even that did no good.

As I mentioned, I had been Captain of the school swim team. Tryouts for the team were beginning. Each year during tryouts, the Coach opens the position of Captain again. Lots of guys try out and the best swimmer gets to be Captain. Just before practice, I walked up to the Coach. I was still wearing the "uniform" selected by the Whitfields: near-see-through white slacks, no underwear and a polyester shirt. Brandon Whitfield had not even let me bring my swim trunks to school to change into. "Coach, I didn't bring my swim trunks today. You know I want to try out. Is there an extra Team Swimsuit I can borrow?"

"What the Hell do I look like. Charity? And why should you wear a Team Swimsuit when you haven't even technically made the team for this year? .... No, tryouts are today. You'll have to wear what you've got on."

"I can't swim in this. Please let me borrow a suit."

"No. I guess your only other alternative is to take off your clothes. If you really want to make the team, you're welcome to swim nude. I don't care."

I really didn't have a choice. I HAD to make the team. Swimming was important to me. So I stripped right there. What was the point in going in the locker room. About a dozen other guys were already swimming laps --- of course, they were in swim suits. I dove in the pool. The rush of water along my _d_i_c_k_ actually felt good. I loved the feel of the water touching every part of my body. In fact, I began to get a little aroused. Oh _s_h_i_t_, what was I going to do now?!! I can't let all of my classmates see me with a semi-erection.

As I was trying to make my _d_i_c_k_ go down, I looked back towards the locker room and saw Brandon walking out. What was he doing here?! Pretending to be surprised to see me, he says with a smirk, "Well, hi there. I didn't realize you were trying out for the swim team, too. I guess you'll be trying out for Captain."

"Yeah, that's right. What the Hell are you doing here, you wimp." We were on my turf, and I was much more the strapping athlete than he was.

"Watch it, Slave," he says loudly. "You think you're so hot. Well, I'll be surprised if you are selected Captain today. Oh and is that some kind of new sheer swimsuit you're wearing?" He laughs for minute and then dives in beside me, and we both hang onto the side as we talk. "The tryouts must have been real important to you if you were willing to expose yourself to nearly the whole school!"

"Well, it's just 15 guys or so."

"Yeah, right. Maybe you didn't realize that Band and the Cheerleaders have their tryouts today too. The Band folks will be coming right through here to get to their rehearsal room. And the Cheerleaders practice right over there." He laughed again and then swam away. My stomach sank at the thought of all of those people seeing me exposed. and perhaps with an erection what with the ease that I get aroused.

The Coach blew the whistle and announced, "We're going to get started in just a moment. Bill Whitfield has agreed to assist me today." Bill walked out of the locker room about then. The coach continued, "A few years ago, Bill was the MVP of this school's own football team. OK, kids, everyone out of the water."

_s_h_i_t_! I still had a semi-erection. About that time, some of the band members and cheerleaders were trickling into the building. Bill took me to the side and told me he noticed that I was getting hard. He took me back to locker room. Was he being nice to me? It couldn't be. He says, "It looks like you're a bit horny. This is not the time for that. I want to get your mind off of being horny. Your _d_i_c_k_ needs to be limp. Spread your legs, and remember that you're still a Slave to the Whitfields." I do as I'm told.

He gives me swift kick to my nuts. I ball up and step back. Bill yells, "Stand up. I've got to see if that distracted you enough to get your _c_o_c_k_ down." I slowly stand. Unfortunately, my _d_i_c_k_ was still not completely limp. Bill grabs my _d_i_c_k_ --- this actually stiffens it. With the pressure he puts on my Tool, it becomes semi-erect again and then hardens even more. Against the will of my _d_i_c_k_, he yanks it straight down as if to force it to be limp. "Get it down, or I'll be forced to punish you!!" But the more he grips my _d_i_c_k_, the harder I become. He's actually turning me on. "OK, you asked for it. Lie face down on that workout bench." I lie face down on it. He commands, "Spread your legs over either side of it." I do so. I look up and behind me as I lay butt naked on this bench. Bill is wearing nothing but Speedos so it's easy to see that he's got a huge erection. If fact, the tip of his _d_i_c_k_ is peeking out the elastic of the swimsuit.

He begins spanking my ass with his bare hand. Then he takes off his Speedos, which are wet from swimming. He uses the wet suit to stroke my bottom. Now that stung. He stops for a minute, reaches between my legs and pulls my _c_o_c_k_ and balls so they are visible between by legs from behind. "I love the sight of that." He continues with the whipping. 25 strokes. My ass was stinging, and I was in tears.

"Stand up, boy." Thankful that the whooping is over, I stand. I nearly burst out into tears all over again when I look down at myself and realize that I'm STILL not limp. "You must love having an erection. Turn around and don't look behind you." I'm scared, but I turn around. I must have been standing there for a good 20-25 seconds. Then suddenly, this cold steel rod was brushing up against my thighs. I look down, and just that fast, the 9-iron golf club was lifted up along my thighs until it would go up no more. Then, Bill swiftly pulled it back, allowing the face of the club to grab my nuts. He pulled again and again, faster and faster. I was on the floor in no time ... and no erection, just pure pain.

"Well, we've finally gotten rid of that _d_a_m_n_ erection." He pulled his Speedos back on. "Let's get back to the tryouts. You still want to be Captain, right?" He cackled an evil laugh. He knew that there was no way I could swim well with the pain I was in. I could barely move. And my ass was still flaming hot. I would be glad to be in the pool to cool my cheeks off.

As I walk out of the locker room, butt naked and with a reddened ass, the band was walking by. Boys and girls alike were laughing at my nakedness and snickering about my ass. The coach yells at me, "OK, naked boy, in the water. Practice has already started." Gladly, I jump in. Brandon swims up behind me. Quickly, he grabs my nuts and crushes them. Only he doesn't let go. He pulls from behind. Coach looks at me and says, "OK, let's see if you'll be Captain again. Start your laps." I'm in such pain from Brandon and Bill that I can barely move. Not only am I not Captain, but I don't even make the team.