Note : This story is completely fictional!

(Warning: Although no one gets hurt seriously in this story, it contains vivid descriptions of sexual domination. Please avoid if you find that disturbing. But if you like to see homophobic college boys get what is coming to them, then, enjoy!)

Crunch! The beer can was crushed in the young man's hand. The young man: Eric Schmit, the place: an off campus bar, the occasion: another drinking party by the university diving team. "Let's see, how's that for muscle.." "Oh, big shit!..." "Anyone can crush a fucking beer can, they're all aluminum!" "What's aluminum?" "For Christsakes, what a fucking retard you are Eric!" So went the sophisticated conversation of the young collegians on the university diving team.

After the drinking party, young Eric (not THAT young-he was twenty-one) and his friends stumbled out of the bar and through the affluent college town toward their university dorms. It was about at least a mile walk, but the young men, all superb athletes, could easily make the trip, even in their inebriated state. The next day, Saturday, they would all have to report for diving practice. They soon got to the dormitory, climbed the steps, entered with their coded id cards, then got to their respective rooms and fell into bed without even bothering to undress.

Eric Schmit was a fine specimen of a young man. About six feet tall, he had broad shoulders, a wide face, blond hair and brown eyes. As the rest of the team, indeed most of the students, he was clean-shaven and had fairly short hair, though not exactly a military buzz. His body was shaved smooth as a baby's, although no baby ever sported the perfectly formed muscles that Eric and most of his teammates could boast. Since divers are looked at so often, the team felt the need to engage in a great amount of power lifting. No member was bulky though, but the combination of the strength training, swimming, and running produced perfect physiques in all of them. They all just looked perfect in their standard "uniform" which consisted of black Speedos, goggles, and swim cap.

If the reader, at this point, expects a description of Eric and his teammates in the nude, however, I'm sorry to disappoint. Yes, these guys all seemed to master the obligatory trick of all straight teen males and young men. They always changed in the locker room the same way. Their beach sized towels would be wrapped about five times around their wastes, their boxers would be removed, then their two swimsuits would be pulled up without even a brief glimpse of any area covered by the suits. Their macho security did not extend to nudity, unless it was with some cute "chick". Then nudity was okay. But to be seen naked by someone of their own sex, no ("fucking") way. Of course, none of the team would admit to being embarrassed. They would say they all wore two swimsuits to increase the "drag" in the water, and thus improve their training. (Ridiculous, they were DIVERS). The coach didn't mind as long as the suit with the university logo, which was placed on the backside of the wearer, was worn outside.

It is probably fairly obvious at this point, but I will say it anyway. The men's diving team at this university was extremely homophobic. They enjoyed being watched by their friends, teammates, girlfriends, even parents. But anyone gay watching them,"UGH...disgusting...fucking homos!!" This may occur at the public events when the members would do their dives. At practice sessions, though, the pool was generally closed. The locker room, however, was used by other students, faculty members, and alumni. This was primarily the reason the team would walk to and from the pool, after changing, with their towels wrapped around their wastes. Every now and then, some middle aged, possibly gay, man would smile at one of the members and say something like, "hi", or "what's up", only to be rebuffed with a grunt and a glare. Sooner or later, some gay man was bound to get too friendly.

This occurred one day when, near the end of the season, a middle aged gay man, named Paul, in a friendly joshing sort of way, smacked Eric's bottom while the later was on the way, with his teammates toward a difficult meat. "Good luck, tiger!" Eric's face flushed red with anger. If I catch that queer around hear again, I'll fuck him up good! he thought. His team mates, who were careful to avoid being smacked on their bottoms, felt the same. (It must be pointed out, that this meet, because it was so public, was one time the team did not enter the swimming pool area with their towels around their wastes. Instead they all just wore their usual uniform, minus the extra under suit).

Paul waited in the locker room for after the meet. He simply wanted to talk to these fine young men. This was a big mistake...because after the meet, strong young Eric Schmit and company promptly jumped and beat the poor man mercilessly. "Now get the fuck out of here!!" They then threw the middle aged gay man out of the locker room.

But that was a bigger mistake. This man had friends.
Paul, beaten up badly by the homophobic university diving team, went over to a favorite gay club he often visited. There he met up with a friend of his, Hank. Hank worked the docks as a longshoreman. And, yes, Hank had the muscles to prove it. Hank had a rough, grizzled face from long years of hard drinking and hard working. He had tattoos over his shoulders and powerful forearms, which showed when he wore his favorite denim muscle shirt. Hank's face had a rough beard and was scarred and sun bleached. He was definitely not what you would call handsome, but had a rough appearance that spoke of dogged determination. If aroused, there was nothing Hank wouldn't take on, and the emotion of fear never touched him. He definitely was a man to stand aside for.

"What the fuck's up with you?" "I got beaten up, Hank." "Who, who did it?!" "Some college kids, the university diving team." "Fucking assholes. How many?" "About eight, or nine." "Where...." And so it went as Paul told Hank the whole story of the beating he had received. "Look, Hank, don't start anything. There's about nine of them, as I just said, and most have big muscles. Also, remember, they are a lot younger than you. I appreciate it Hank, but please, just stay out of it." "Look, Paul, you and me, we've been friends for a lot of years, and no one, I mean no one does that to a friend of mine and gets away with it!" "Okay, but at least get some help. How about some of the other guys you know?" "I'll ask around."
The next night Paul met Hank again at the same club. It seemed that no one else but Hank wanted to get involved. That is, at least almost no one. One of Hank and Paul's mutual friends, a big guy that went by the name of Curly, decided to help them out.

If any of my readers are not aware, the name "Curly" is reminiscent of the Three Stooges, and referred to a man who was entirely bald. So if the reader is waiting for a description of a handsome man with curly hair, sorry, that's not how this story goes.

If Hank was rough looking and not too attractive, at least he looked handsome when standing next to Curly. Curly looked his name-sake, only uglier. His fat pot belly hid the fact that he, too, was muscular, with a body almost like a heavyweight wrestler's, (an ugly wrestler). Curly also sported huge arms, even larger than Hank's which were more sinewy, his face was clean-shaven. Only on Curly, some facial hair would have been an improvement, to hide some of his face,(Curly, like Hank, was basically a good person with his heart in the right place, but I must be honest in his physical description). He wore an open necked shirt which was never tucked in. In a word, his clothing suggested a slob, while Hank's was just rough. Like Hank, Curly was outraged by the treatment visited on Paul. "Let's fuck'em up!"

And so the three men went off to the university field house to exact retribution. It was late, and diving practice was almost over....

Paul, the middle-aged victim of a gay beating, Hank, his friend the tough longshoreman, and Curly, the pot-bellied, bald, ugly, and strong friend, all made their way into the field house late at night past the security desk where the attendant was sound asleep. Down the steps the three went and through the hallway leading to the men's locker room. Late night diving practice was just about to end. Soon nine young, well muscled, and homophobic college divers would be entering the locker room to shower, dry off, change, and walk to their dorm on the campus. "Guys, look, we need a plan. Nine to three, and I'm not in great shape either" Paul cautioned the other two. "Yeah, I see...nine to three..gee that means they have us outnumbered by almost three to one." "Shut up, Curly", replied Hank. Hank knew that Curly, a good guy, was not what you would call a mathematician. "Wait, I got an idea..."

"Hey, guys, I need a couple of you to help me move some stuff. Not all of you..just two or three of you." "Who are you? I don't remember ever seeing you around here before?" "Just hired, they gave me the fucking late shift, you know, no seniority around this fucking place!" Thus Hank convinced three of the university divers to come with him into the locker room without the others. "We'll be along soon guys, just finishing up". The six remaining members, including Schmit stayed behind to finish their practice. Then Hank led the three young divers, dripping wet in their swimsuits and shower caps, into the locker room. "I forgot, let me put on my towel, I just have my Speedos on". "So do I, what's the big deal, we'll be done soon". "Thanks, guys for helping me out of a jam. Just around the corner. Past those lockers, over there, see?" The three divers were thus led to a remote corner of the locker room. But when the three got to the corner of the locker room, they were confronted by Paul and Curly. In an instant, the last diver stopped in his tracks, turned around, and BAM! Hank's fist smashed into his face, hitting right on his chin, and knocking the young man out cold on the floor. He was left sprawled, in his Speedos, spread-eagled and on his back.

"Wait! What the fuck is this? Hey, you're the same fucking homo that we worked over before...what are you..." Curly reached out his hands and grabbed the young diver by the throat. The two struggled. "AARRGH!!, (cough, cough,..), I can't breath.." That left Paul,(the "fucking homo that we..") Paul attempted to fight the last of the three, but the young man soon was getting the better of him. Luckily he was saved from getting his ass kicked again by the timely intersession of Hank. The diver was soon knocked out. "That makes two for me, Curly. You're taking too long. Look, we don't want to strangle the kid. Just knock him out". "Okay", with that Curly jerked the young man's neck back and forth, and in one powerful thrust, slammed his head against the concrete wall. The diver's legs crumpled underneath him, and soon he too was unconscious. "How's that?!" Curly was proud of himself. "Don't talk now; there's still six more, including that Eric Schmit kid, a strong dude". Paul cautioned Curly about his bravado.

"Yo..guys, where are you? You're taking too fucking long". The voice came from one of the divers who entered into the locker room to check on his missing three teammates. He wore a large beach towel around his waist, covering his Speedos. He walked closer to Paul, Curly, and Hank, and their three unconscious adversaries. Soon the young diver had advanced all the way to the corner of the locker room, then to the very seen of the confrontation.."what's this!...Hey!!!" He turned to run. Hank leaped into action, and grabbed for the college student's towel. The diver loosened the towel, and it came off into Hank's hands. Running in his Speedos, the young man called out,"Help, help..perverts have invaded the locker room!!" Hank ran after the youth, who had by now reached all the way to the door, leading to the pool. He tackled the diver, and the two struggled. Then the door opened! Another diver heard the commotion and came in. Soon, this kid joined the fight against Hank. It was two on one. "Hey Curly, what the fuck are you doing??!! "Coming, Hank!" Curly arrived, just as a second diver entered the locker room. Now there were three university diving team members battling Hank and Curly. "Come on Paul!!" Paul, stunned, lent assistance. He at least distracted one of the boys long enough,(he picked the smallest one), for his two friends to knock out the other two cold. "That kids a twink, you can't handle him?" Hank reached out, and yanked (note that Hank rhymes with yank), the slightly twinky diver's swimsuit to halfway down his legs, exposing a cute, little white set of youthful buns. "Yo, what are you doing? Hey don't look at my dick!" The youth, with one hand covered his pouch (you can thus guess the size of his jewels) and tried to fight Paul with the other hand. Even middle-aged and out of shape Paul could win a fight under those circumstances. Soon the kid was knocked out. On his back, all could see his tiny wiener. But now the door opened again. It was Eric Schmit, and the last two university divers. They stared in disbelief. "What the FUCK!!" Eric was enraged.


Quickly, an enraged Eric Schmit rushed foreword, and slammed Hank one in his face. Hank was momentarily dazed by the onslaught of the angry and muscular young athlete. He quickly recovered, and the two men were soon trading blows. In the mean time, Paul was getting into trouble with one of the youths, who, while not quite as strong as Eric, was more than a match for the somewhat out of shape middle-aged man. Curly also had his hands full, in a manner of speaking. The diver who attacked him soon found his initial blows to be of little effect on the overweight and freakishly strong if somewhat ugly and bald, Curly. Soon Curly had the tall, Speedo and cap clad athletic youth, with his back turned against his fat belly. Curly's right arm had a stranglehold on the young man's throat, and ignoring his gasping and struggling, Curly kept his other hand busy. The size of Curly's stomach meant that his young opponent had to arch his own back in an arch, with his head far back, and his pelvis thrust far foreword. In his swimsuit the resulting position was just too tempting a target for the big fat Curly's left hand. One hand for choking the other hand for rubbing the young diver's barely covered pouch. Although it was a fight, between gasps for air, the youth was actually moaning!

Hank and Eric seemed to have the only real fight going. Grizzled and mean Hank, with his rough features bruised and beaten by the young Eric's many blows, finally threw himself forward. He got Eric around the waste, and the two men were soon grappling on the locker room floor. It looked like even money. That Eric Schmit could sure fight for a twenty-one year old college kid. But rough and tough Hank, veteran of many a bar fight along the boondocks, wasn't about to give up. As for Paul, the poor man was getting the crap beaten out of him by a cocky kid less than half his age. "Curly, do something!" Curly let go of the diver he was strangling, and the young man's knees promptly buckled leaving him passed out unconscious on the floor. He rolled over on his belly, butt side up. He had an almost perfect youthful frame, strong if long and lanky. He still had his cap on, but his Speedos were part way down, revealing a slight bit of plumber's butt,(if any plumbers had butts like HIS). This prompted Paul's adversary to see the changing tide of events, and make a break for it. Since Curly was blocking the door to the pool, the young man ran in the opposite direction. As he bolted, though, Paul grabbed the back of his swimsuit. He pulled and pulled, then went for the weaker leg openings in the suit. "Rip", the garment was torn to pieces, leaving the well built young university diver nude save his swim cap, and some small shreds of his suit as well as its drawstring. The young man probably could have escaped, but,(or butt?) not accustomed to being seen naked, seemed unable to function. This gave big fat Curly the opportunity he needed to put the diver to sleep, like a baby, and appropriately, in his birthday suit.

One kick to the groin,SMASH,"Ugh!!!" yelled Eric. The chin. POW!!! Then the stomach and balls again. Finally Hank had dispatched that angry young man, Eric Schmit, and now had the very last of the university diving team unconscious. Curly would have helped, but Hank simply didn't want to accept the fact that he needed help taking down a young upstart like Eric. "Good! We got all nine, glory be!" "Now what?" replied Paul to Hank's comment. "We'll first strip them, then tie them up, so they don't give trouble when they come to," was Hank's reply. "Cool!" said Curly. Soon, the seven divers with full suits were stripped completely naked. The two with damaged suits were stripped as well. Lets just say it was interesting work. (Don't you dare have a dirty mind reader! They only undressed the boys; they didn't check out their equipment, or even touch them AT ALL without necessity! The young, unconscious homophobic athletes' bodies were treated with COMPLETE DIGNITY! Okay, I know. I'm full of shit.)

"Paul, check the office by the pool! I saw it when I entered to lure the first bunch! See if they have anything we can use to tie these dudes! Quick, it looks like some of the first ones are waking up!" Paul complied, and soon his efforts were rewarded by several spools of duct tape. "Perfect!"said Hank. "Start tying!" The three quickly rolled their adversaries on their bellies, crossed their hands behind their backs, and wrapped them tightly with the tape. They started with the first three, who were starting to wake up. But it was too late. They only awoke to find their hands bound, and their bodies nude. All nine, even Eric Schmit, found themselves in the same predicament.

Now Paul, beaten by these homophobic university divers, and his two tough friends were in complete control. Hank's plan thus executed its first phase. Now it was time for the revenge part.
Now the athletic young college divers were all starting to wake up. All nine of them. In the lead, as usual, was blond and most handsome and muscular Eric Schmit. "What the fuck! You fucking homo!" The young student athlete got up and immediately tried to resume his attack on Hank, whom he was sure he could have beaten. Unfortunately, the young man soon realized his nudity and the fact that his hands were now taped behind his back. "Hey, what the fuck is this?!" He struggled with his bounds after getting to his feet. The effort was of course useless. The three friends, Paul, Hank, and Curly enjoyed watching as Eric's penis flopped around during his relentless struggle with the duct tape. In a short while the other youths were involved in similar futile efforts. Several actually began to cry when they realized their total nudity and total lack of any means to conceal it. The constant flexing only made their young bodies tighter and sweatier, and even better eye candy. They were as a rule smooth skinned, all white, Anglo, and wonderfully built. Penises were not really that impressive, though. This only seemed to add to the excitement of Paul, who realized that he was viewing something that these college boys definitely didn't want to be shown. Several of the divers turned around to face the wall, in a hope of at least hiding their penises. This only brought crude comments from their now captors of,"wow!, what an ass!!, look at those butt cheeks!! My rock hard dick is throbbing to get between those!!" Quite frankly, the remarks became cruder and more cruel. The boys had no choice but to now face their tormentors, and endure cruel humor about the pathetic size of their little penises, how they resembled cunts, their lack of much body hair, some of them almost no pubic hair. It was extremely degrading. You could almost feel sorry for the young athletes. Some actually started to sob uncontrollably. Even Eric calmed down, and became more passive, too humiliated to even say anything.

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.