Shak Attack! written by Jimmy

 

   

   SharkAttack

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

“I hate this game” Bill complains loudly to everyone that could hear.

“Everyone loves my games!” Chase’s indignation causes a ripple of laughter to hit the gathered swim team. “Now get in the water, it’s time to play.”

Bill looks nervous as he slowly lowers his slim body into the pool. Dressed in only the standard Midtown swimsuit, Bill disappears into the water, swimming neatly underwater never surfacing until he reaches the center of the pool. Surfacing, Bill takes in a deep breath, hanging in the center of the schools swimming pool his legs working to keep him above the water line. Blinking hurriedly he looks around the pool as the boys fan out each in their designated position.

This game is a recent entry. It’s called Shark Attack. The game is supposed to help his team keep up in the pool not going below their best time. The teammate that performed the worst was Bill. Bill is one of the smallest swimmers on the swim team, which makes him usually one of the fastest. Recently though, his time has been getting worse and now Bill is going to suffer for it.

“On my whistle” Chase says, a hungry look in his blue eyes as he meets Bill’s watery gaze. The young lad gulps as the whistle goes off in Chase’s mouth, the plastic piece shooting out of his mouth as he dives. Chase hears similar splashes from Aldo, Leroy and Shane.

Once in the water Chase is torpedoing towards Bill, who must count to ten before trying to escape the sharks. If caught, each shark will “bite” the victim, but the bites are always low blows. Tentative, targeted blows to the groin. Every shark getting a turn turning into a shark frenzy. The game lasts until every shark has had their turn, some can take more than one but every shark must “bite” for the game to be over. Chase itches to get there first, he wants to pound Bill’s little walnut scrotum in with a fist. He plans on surfacing Bill’s body to get the perfect swing in. Deliciously he imagines Bill’s shudder, the tremor and the feel of his rasinetes under his knuckles.

Chase curses himself for getting a hardon, it will make him that much slower as he swims. The added resistance might be all Bill needs to escape.

The water separates as Chase comes up and takes a breath, and that’s when Bill sinks below the surface like a stone tossed into ocean. Chase dives down, but as he swings out his wide spread fingered hands he barely misses Bill as he skates by in a world of bubbles. Chase loses track for a moment and when he gets his barrings once more he spots Bill’s foot leave the water and the safety that only the edge of the pool can provide.

“Dammit” Chase curses coming up out of the water. Leroy was right on Bill’s tail, and a mere few feet away.

“Fast swimmer” Leroy huffs out slightly out of breath.

Bill can only nod, but a satisfied smile is on his lips.

“Next time you won’t be so lucky” Chase gasps pulling himself out of the water, his usual Cheshire Cat grin missing from his face as he squeezes one of Bill’s shoulder. It’s more muscle than usual and Chase adds “Not bad, kid.”

“I wish we didn’t play these games, it’s so stressful!”

Chase looks over at the diver.

Like usual, the cheerful Benji responds hands on hips. Even with his evident complaint, he’s still smiling and near him Max slightly swoons a stiffy growing in his speedos. Max itches it and nods “Yeah, so true.”

Benji looks over at him and nods “I knew that you would agree, but honestly once this one is over can we at least go back to regular practices.”

“We lost the big match, Benji remember!?”

Chase fumes but Benji annoyingly cuts in with, “That was due to you and the craziness of everyone hitting each other in the no, no square. We need a positive change, maybe some yoga or hot tea. One of my Mom’s praises this brand that—”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chase puts up a hand. “I promise to take it under…consideration.”

Benji beams, “That’s all I ask, Captain Chase!”

Sighing Chase asks “Okay…who was the second to last again, that person we are going for next.”

Shane bits his lip, his voice quivers and he quickly puts the list behind his back, crinkling the paper.

“Not important! Besides out pool time is almost up, we should hit the—showers!”

Chase’s foot hits Shane squarely in the balls, denting in his speedo bulge with a wet squelch as his toes find their mark. Shane’s jaw falls open, and he moans low trembling but staying on his feet.

“Rex, get it.”

Rex obeys instantly, snatching it out of his hands his eyes delighting at the name, “You won’t believe this Captain.” Rex looks up right at him, as Chase withdraws his leg.

Shane grabs himself, and bends over at the waist causing Rex to smirk patting the assistant captains back rather affectionately “Shane was trying to protect you, because you had the second worst scores. You must be off your game today, Captain. That makes you bait.”

Chase steels himself and crumbles “Hahaha very funny, now give me that!” Taking the list from Rex who puts up both hands in mock surrender backs up, out of kicking range just in case but his grin only widens when he whispers in Max’s ear, the two snort and Chase’s eyes widen…he is second to last.

“We can still just call it a day” intervenes Benji, coming over to Chase and putting one hand around his waist, his fingers crawling towards the descended V of his stomach. “You wouldn’t want to put your…what do you call them again…?” Benji trails off but Aldo answers.

“Big balls…looks like your big balls got you in trouble again, Chase.” Aldo crosses his arms over his chest looking smug. “You were just saying how you hit another growth spurt.”

“Well I did!” counters Chase, his face reddening as he tosses the paper back at Shane, the crumbled paper ball hits him in the chest and bounces off.

“Better give Shane that whistle” Leroy slaps Chase’s back getting into position. “Because you don’t want anything else to weigh you down.”

“Shark bait” Rex whispers walking by, and running as Chase smacks him on the ass.

“Owwww my cheeks!” Rex laughs.

Max laughs “You have the flattest ass here, bro I bet he bruised your boney ass. I’ll check it later and see how black and blue it is.” Max mimes taking a photo and the rest of the guys laugh.

“In the water you go” Bill smiles as he takes his place. “I’ll get you first.”

Chase narrows his eyes at the brat, and fumes as he nears the pool edge all eyes on the captain as he leaps off. The cannon ball drenches Bill and Adam, and the others laugh as Chase sinks down and he pushes off the wall, his bare feet pressing into the rough edge as he swims. The water feels good on his body, but a nagging fear of what awaits him looms as Chase reaches the dead center of the pool and coming up for air.

Slicking his blonde hair out of his eyes he begins to count, as Shane blows the whistle. The game has begun again.

“…three, four, five.”

Chase takes off for one of the sides of the pool, while they are all the same distance Chase makes sure to choose the one with the boys that he thinks he can more easily get by: Shane and Benji.

Bill is right behind him, and Chase curses under his breath as he kicks his feet harder. Staring ahead he aims between Shane and Benji, their floating bubble trails behind them like twirling smoke curls from a trains steam engine. Reaching the point between the two he hurtles forward, lungs aching as Bill’s hand grabs one ankle and stopping his speedy plight.

Chase kicks out with his left leg nailing Bill in the chest and sending him reeling back, end over end. Chase almost laughs as he turns taking a bit of air as Leroy slams into his side. It’s over in an instant as Max grabs one of his arms and Rex the other. Chase is laughing, spluttering between them gasping out “Alright, you caught me!”

Blinking back water from his eyelashes Chase spots a slim shape coming up from below and tries to kick out at him but Leroy hooks the leg with his own, “Too bad Captain, you almost made it.”

“But you fell too short” Rex adds, glee in his amber eyes as Chase feels Bill climbing up his free leg and pulling him back under. Chase breaches the surface at the same time that Bill punches him, hitting right in the sweet spot.

Chase gasps “Aaaaw no! Fuuuuck my…”

Adam finally arrives and shoves Bill aside under water, the largest of the swimmers demands full attention under water and Bill spins away like a wound up top, as he grabs Chase’s bulge with both hands and pulls him under. The Captain sinks downward, his big balls throbbing inside of Adam’s meaty fingers that compress his nuts in each tightly closed fist, leaving no part of his mighty nuggets out of his double fist nutclaws.

“Save some for the rest of us, Adam!” Rex yells, kicking him away as he dives down mouthing at Chase ‘Bait’ before he sinks below and as Chase just gets the bit of relief from the coolness of the water Rex’s hands makes its way below his speedo, the material easily widening and making room for Rex’s fingers. Rex finds Chase’s balls and grabs them, tugging up the sack towards the surface and away from Chase’s clenching body.

“Oh fuck, Rex” Chase groans. Rex’s hand clamps tighter around them, squeezing Chase’s nuts into each other as he tug on them. Chase starts to get an erection, a warmth of pleasure gliding up his chubbing cock as he feels Rex push his little thumb into Chase’s left nut.

“Rex, please…my big baaaaals!”

“I tried to warn you, Chase” Benji says shaking his head, “These games of yours always lead to bad ends.” Benji seems rather sad about the whole thing as he watches on from a bit of a distance away, and Chase barely focuses in on his words. There are more important events happening below the surface.

“OHHHHHHHH Fucking hell, Rex!” Chase groans louder, before he goes under from a hard long pull. Chase squirms below the surface spotting Rex, whose whole focus on the nuts clamped in his fist.

“I want in on this!” Max says, and disappears from view as he too grabs Chase’s waist, and with a quick exchange between the twin split Chase’s ballsack in half, each one claiming a nut to feat on. Max puts his in his mouth, giving Chase a wicked hard suck as he barely fits the kiwi sized fruit between his teeth. Chase gasps, his cock betraying him and hardening up the rest of the way exposed and freed fully from his Speedo container now reaches up towards the surface like a buoy stuck among the rocks.

Max and Rex both surface coughing, and Chase leans against the pool wall for support as they all catch their breath. Leroy steps forward giving Chase a knowing look, as Chase tries to plead with his watery blue eyes not to. His friend has other ideas. Grasping his shoulders, Leroy takes steady up and swings his leg forward as far as it can go between Chase’s legs until he makes contact. Leroy shakes his head in apology “A games, a game and this one had to end. One way or another. Sorry it was your balls, mate.”

‘UUUuuuuuugggh!” Chase grunts, his body writhes against the swimmers holding him still, as Leroy moves back giving his cock a gentle few strokes as he passes by.

“Who is next?”

“I haven’t gone yet.” Shane dips below the surface, eyeing the targets and comes up facing Chase and grabs his balls in one hand. Chase hisses out a quiet moan while Shane squeezes the orbs tenderly in his small hands. Building up the pressure Shane deliberately rolls the slippery orbs in the pool water between his fingers a tingling sensation crusado enveloping Chase’s manhood.

Chase blinks, feels his stomach roll and clench as Shane curls his index finger under and around the orbs and drives straight into the backs. The piercing sensation catches Chase unguarded and his back arches as a roaring scream rips from his lungs. The sound surprises Shane who backs up, releasing his grip mouthing “I didn’t think that would hurt so much…I used on my younger brother…he does not usually react quite like that!” Shane looks sheepishly around as he backs up a bit giving space for the next swimmer to take his fill.

A moment when nothing happens and Aldo says “Get him out of the water.” Adam and Leroy hear him, and as two of the largest teen boys yank Chase up and out of the pool where he lays in a puddle of pool water that spreads out from his body. Chase is still naked, his speedos worked around his thighs as Aldo wets his lips slowly, his tongue dancing between his teeth as he kneels in front of Chase his dark eyes feasting on the meal in front of him.

“Marvelous, thanks for working him over…so that I can finish.”

The young wrestler brings his hand up laying it gently on Chase’s thigh, which stiffens as he looks up groggily at Aldo, peeling the back of wet haired blonde head from the floor. “Aldo” Chase says, voice low. “Go easy on my big boys, please man…I’ve had enough.”

Tutting Ado, runs his fingertips along Chase’s thighs and down to his knees using both hands now to cement in a feeling of rushing warmth along Chase’s skin. The calming touch of Aldo, so different than the others makes Chase’s racing heart ease up, just a bit. Chase blinks several times and glances up at Aldo, the dark pools of his eyes give nothing away but his sly grin is a tell that illuminates to Chase that he knows exactly what he is doing with his serene caresses along the skin so close to his groin. A stirring along his loins, as his cock plumps up and Aldo hasn’t even touched the waking beast…yet.

“Aldo…what are you…that’s not, a part of the game.” A moan seeps from his barely parted lips, while Aldo grips his girth in one hand using a slow and gentle stroke from base to tip.

Grinning wider now, Aldo takes one of Chase’s legs and licks up side of his foot to his toes. The pink tongue swishes down the other side and Chase groans, as Max says “Ugghh…Aldo that’s his foot.”

“Shut up, Max!” hisses Rex and he pulls down his speedo’s and starts masturbating in front of everyone.

Leroy smiles down at the little missile and shrugs “Why not.” Leroy’s cock is hard, and he slides down his speedo matching Rex stroke for stroke. Very soon, Adam, and Max join in. Rex gives his brother a wink.

“I knew that you would,” he’s slightly breathless already. Max squeezes his own nuts to slow himself down a bit…he does not want to be the first to spill.

“Guys…what are you doing?” Chase looks up, the familiar fap, fap, fap, fap sound all around him.

Aldo’s tongue glides all the way up, past Chase’s knee and down between the valley of Chase’s groin scooping up one, and then the other ball as he somehow fits the pair into his mouth. Chase stops breathing, and the guys pause their strokes waiting. The moan bursts from Chase and the guys laugh.

“We are gonna chum the water…this shark attack is going to be a frenzied one” Rex gasps, his little pecker only visible on the down stroke when the little head is visible.

“No way guys…uuughhhh!” Chase groans as Aldo quickens his pace on Chase’s cock, his mouth hot and his tongue active as it swishes between and around Chase’s balls pressing, teasing, and licking the orbs inside his wet cavern.

Bill shakes his head, rubbing himself inside his speedos from the outside and he glances back at Shane. “You going to join in?”

Shane hard too, bits his bottom lip “I don’t know…I…the next group is coming to the pool in…” he glances at his watch frowning at the time. “We don’t have…” Shane’s eyes widen as Adam reaches over and squeezes his hardness.

“Then stop wasting it.” Adam grips his package, working over the solidness of Shane’s erection and only Benji seems to be the left out one.

“I’ve never…done this before.” Benji admits timidly.

A hand falls on his chest, and Benji turns seeing Max’s hand spreading on his abdomen, “You don’t have to…but if you want some help I could.” Max’s eyes are dancing with the florescent light glinting off his eyelashes as he rubs Benji’s taut belly, and slipping below his belly button and pausing there at the Speedo’s edge waiting for Benji’s reply.

Benji gulps “My Moms certainly didn’t prepare me for…this.”

“Get me out of here” grunts Chase pushing Aldo off, his groin and sitting up. Before Chase can move any further, Rex’s foot arches through the air swinging down and landing right on Chase’s salvia covered balls. Chase’s eyes flash with anger before, Rex twists his foot crushing Chase’s testicles against the unforgiving tiles of the pool deck. “Nooooooo!” yells Chase as his body jolts up, and legs, step on his hands, and thighs from the surrounding boys pinning him to the floor, trapping Chase from trying to escape again.

Rex’s foot resting on top of the slippery orbs, has a hard time squishing them flatter, as the wily nuggets slither and skate out of a perfect stomp. The pain still etched in Chase’s wrinkled brow as his testicles slip past Rex’s foot still squish out, the nut meat warping to escape.

“I can’t get a good grip!” says Rex annoyed, as he continually stomps his foot in place three or four times every blow somewhat successful, and somewhat not as his heel catches parts of Chase’s anatomy but not all.

Moving Rex’s heel aside, Aldo says “Allow me.”

Aldo grabs’ Chase’s feet in his hand and pushes his feet between Chase’s thighs, and Chase slightly out of it from the continued nut pain glimpses upwards at Aldo’s incoming toes, sliding along his thighs. Chase give his head a wobbly little pleading shake. “Wait…Aldo, man…my big balls aren’t able to take another…!” Chase’s eyes widen in alarm as Aldo’s feet encase his balls, the soles sandwiching his nuts with nowhere to escape to.

“You have to have a good grip” Aldo explains to Rex, who shakes his head going back to his masturbation. “Then you apply the pressure.

Chase mouth falls open and a gut wrenching hollering shout bursts from him as Aldo smooshes his feet together.

Aldo has his him now, and he alternates between his feet squish of Chase’s big balls, and then surrounding of Chase’s thickened cock, running his toes in and up the hardened meat stick: encircling the head and giving the knob gentle pokes and squeezes. Chase can’t stop the steady stream of moans, or his pre-cum oozing out his exposed one-eyed slit as one of Aldo’s big toes swipes at the sensitive pink head.

“My…god…Aldo, man…st…stooooop!” Chase gasps while Aldo presses and squeezes Chase’s nuggets, which try to run up and along his soles of Aldo’s pressing feet unable to slip free.

Chase’s body is covered in sweat, a film of sheen coats every inch and he appears like he just stepped out of the pool but it’s not pool water. He groans, a growing sickness building below his navel as every inch of his groin feels like it was run over by a truck. Chase blinks up at the steady masturbating group above him, as his unfocused crystal blue eyes turn inwards looking at his nose from another hard squish of his genitals pressed between Aldo’s flat hard feet. Chase’s balls feel all wrung out, like Aldo is scraping them through an old fashioned washer scraping his scrotum flatter on every thrust of his mean feet.

“Look at his face” Bill says excitedly as he starts to aim his little red rocket towards Chase’s face. “He’s…all messed up” Bill huffs excitedly his breath coming in quick as he pounds on his harder than iron cock.

Turning his face to look at Bill, Chase tries to answer him but a swift, brutal motion Aldo brings his stronger right foot down the middle of Chase’s groin. A sickening crunch echoes through the room, like the sucking sound of pulling a foot out of wet sand. Chase’s body shot up, or as much as it could in his restrained form, his eyes widening and face contorting with renewed pain.

“Ooooooh god! W…what the fuck….Aldo! Stop!” he howls, Chase’s voice more higher-pitched than usual this time. Aldo laughs, followed by the other boys around him.

“Chase…what’s wrong, bro? Can your big balls not handle the shark frenzy?” Aldo teases, keeping his voice light as his foot presses harder, stomping into his exposed sexual organs.

Chase’s body bucks, while the waves of pain explode through him while Aldo keeps up the pressure pressing his foot deeper into Chase’s delicate nutsack.

“Oooh fuck! You…my balls! You’re only supposed to hit…once!” Chase clarifies as he screams.

Aldo gets a shit eating grin on his face and says “Unless we wait on our last shark.” Aldo’s liquid night eyes playfully meet Benji’s who has gotten an erection from Max toying with his belly nub and he mouths ‘Me?’ as Max’s fingers press deeper on his taut belly.

Chase tries to think who has not hit him while Aldo twists his foot slightly, and can feel the testicles moving underneath, trying to escape. The sensation is so satisfying, but Aldo uses his other foot, firing it into Chase’s ballbag and separating his conquests. Every push of Aldo’s feet into Chase’s groin, he can feel them getting a little flatter. Chase’s moans getting louder, and more anxious. Chase is trying to hold them back, but all at once he does not think he can prevent them.

“OOOoooo….bro….Aldo… m—my big balls, you’re going to…oooh f—fuck! It hurts!”

Squish!

Squash!

Aldo brings his feet back from Chase’s balls, giving him a second to breath before slamming them back down into Chase’s delicate testicles. Chase’s clenched eyes, and grimace of agony share with Aldo how good he got him…again.

“I’m going to…WHAT, Chase? Crush your big balls, papi?! Naaaw, they can take it. You have proven that more than once. You are just overreacting… I mean, you’re the captain and you have to have the toughest nuts on the team right?” Aldo laughs as he pushes hard into Chase’s aching balls keeping up the intensity as much as possible.

Slam!

Lifting his foot again, Aldo brings it straight into Chase’s jewels even harder than before. Aldo feels the compression under hit wrinkled feet from swimming all afternoon and sending unimaginable shocking pain through Chase’s body. Aldo’s feet tingle against the warm nutsack and Aldo is beginning to like the feeling of Chase’s bloated nuts warming his toes.

This time though as Chase’s flattened testicles squish against his pelvis from Aldo’s double slam his eyes open wider, and go cross-eyed. The pain causing his body to fail and leave him looking exposed and more vulnerable as Aldo pulls on Chase’s ankles giving him more leverage to dig into Chase’s weakness.

Chase blinks hard as Aldo laughs “You should see your face, Chase your eyes are cross because of how much this is hurting your huevos.”

“N—no! OOOOooooh. NNNNnnnggggg. Not….again! It hurts…s—so much, Aldo. My big…b—balls! I can’t…”

Before Chase can finish his sentence, Aldo uses his legs as leverage and archs them up into the air giving him more access to Chase’s groin. Aldo pushes as hard as he can into Chase’s trapped nuts, pinching them violently and causing the overall structure of Chase’s nuts to warp. Aldo’s foot digs straight into the densely packed nerves of his captain, seeing the hurt in his eyes as the move intensifies.

Crunch!

“Fuuuuuck my balls! My big B—Balls! Oooooh Aldo! My fucking balls!” Chase howls, and he instantly goes cross-eyed again with his lips pulled back in a grimace showing all his teeth as he groans.

The guy’s laughter grows, but then as if in sinking up to each other they start to get closer as a group. The loud fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap of wanking grows louder and the moans all around them intensify. The swimmers are not going to last much longer.

“Hahah Chase…I must be hurting you huevo…aww!” Aldo grins.

Chase squirms so much now, the pain overwhelming him and causing him to spasm involuntarily with his face so past red into the land of crimson. Tears start to pool in his eyes, and Chase then starts to beg.

“Aldo, please…uggghh….nnnngggg! My…balls…my….please, for the love of…please, stop! You’re crushing…my nuts!” Chase’s teeth grind together, as he tries to toughen out this latest stomping to his groin, but the pain winning on almost every possible front imaginable.

“Awww Captain…your huevos…they legendary…remember? You can take this” Aldo teases, leaning in closer as he slides his body up towards his captain.

“No…I can’t!” Chase admits as he wails a godly moan, sounding more girlish than anyone thought possible.

Max and Rex get their first, the twins grunt together and each shoot a hand out to the other, holding hands as they spasm wet arches of jizz shooting off. The falling semen blanket Chase in a criss-cross pattern over his chest and as they moan together, the sound so similar that it’s eerie Adam, Leroy, and Shane follow suit. Shane fills his speedo because he never pulled it down, but wet white globs seep out and fall on his own foot as he cums. Adam’s aim is true and he splatters Chase’s left cheek and Leroy’s lands on top of Aldo’s feet that he immediately puts to use encasing Chase’s cockhead in the sticky mixture and grasp the bell end of his cock in a tight squeeze.

“Noooo guys….stop!” Chase moans, a tiny smile coming to his face as the boys moan above them.

Bill is last and he grunts once before falling back against Shane as he shoots off into Chase’s mouth on the first hit, the rest dribble out onto Chase’s chest and stomach but because of he cummer that first one fills Chase’s tongue giving it a nice white coat. Chase gags, and Bill smiles as he finishes feeling like a champ.

“Finish him Aldo” Rex says squatting down and adding his fingers to the mix, as he rubs Chase’s exposed cock head while Aldo’s feet squeeze the bone hard tube, along with everything else.

Chase’s eyes clamp shut but because Rex is squatting down next to him, he hears Chase whisper “Mother fuckers” before his voice hits a high-pitched sound that makes them all giggle.

“OOOoooo….mmmmmmmmmnnnng! Aldo….my, my, ook…just…st…stop so I can…c—can cum…stop kicking my balls!”

“Papi…you almost sounded like a girl….maybe if I press on you a bit harder we can have a female captain instead” jokes Aldo, as his feet slide up and down Chase’s stock and he releases Chase’s nuts which immediately get scooped up by Rex who leans over Chase’s shoulder and whispers encouragement into his ear.

“Fuck captain, it’s your time Chase,” Bill muses squeezing Chase’s naked balls in his hands. “Fucking cum, bro.”

Chase moans as a Chase drips sweat, mixed with cum down his sides, his face a mask of agony as he tries to move away and escape but everyone surround him now on their knees grabbing his limbs and holding him steady. Chase attempts to move his and to Rex’s to get him off his balls, but only his fingertips swipe at Rex’s hands, which if anything tighten their hold. Chase is weak, his movements erratic as his growing sense of urgency in his movements forces him to continue trying. His body is out of control, and the swim team is loving it.

“P—please…Aldo…Max…guys. Oooooh my nuts, my nuts….I can’t…CAN’T….OOOOoooo I can’t….my fucking big balls…I can’t take…anymore…” he whimpers, his voice desperate. Chase’s entire body trembles, his knees literally twitching as the pain in his testicles overtakes his basic motor movements and he squeezes his eyes shut.

Then from nowhere Chase’s body locks, all the boys feel it that hold him and Benji above that has not taken part in any of it says “What’s…happening?”

Chase strains once, his cock pushing up as his hips almost violently shove off of Aldo’s feet trembles in the air like a white flag giving up begins to tremble.

“I got this!” Adam yells shoving back the eager twins who go to take it in their mouths dives down like the swimmer that he is and sucks Chase’s full length right down his throat. In one moment Chase gasps, the sound barely audible as he cums, Adam swallowing and eagerly gulping. Adam’s Adam apple bobs as he greddily sucks on Chase’s cock.

Rex continues to roll Chase’s nuts still squeezing the orbs as they churn in his fists, Aldo annoyed that his job was taken over by the other two swimmers crosses his arms over his chest.

“Greedy buggers” Aldo smirks though as Chase writhes beneath the onslaught and he stands up grabbing Benji, he is hard as a rock but Aldo ignores that…for now.

“You need to finish the feeding frenzy…or I will be forced to start this again.”

“No man…this shark attack stuff is out of control. Do I really have to…hurt Chase?” Benji asks his eyes pleading.

Aldo looks at him solemnly. “It’s the only way.”

Benji looks resigned. “What…what do I have to do?”

“I’ll show you. Rex move your hands, and guys get the Captain up. It’s Benji’s turn.”

Adam slowly stops suckling pulling off Chase and patting his chest “It’s as good as I always knew that it would be.”

Chase’s head rolls as they pull him up, he can’t stand. His legs are too weak but he manages to tell Adam “You…were pretty good, man.”

Adam smiles, his face beams and his whole year made in one single moment from his idol.

Standing behind Benji, holding his hips, Aldo slips his foot under Benji’s so that it rests below his. Max looks murderous, with his hazel eyes narrowed into slits that Aldo is touching Benji’s stomach. Aldo presses his impressive erection between Benji’s butt cheeks and the boy’s mouth falls open in a wide pronounced ‘O’ as Aldo’s cock throbs. Aldo smiles to himself as he coaxes Benji.

“Now what you want to do is swing your foot up like this” Aldo shows him, lifting the foot up and placing it squarely against Chase’s nutbag. Chase’s big balls are red, plump and very bloated. Chase winces at the contact and groans.

“D—don’t Benji…not my big balls!”

Chase’s eyes are big.

Around them, the boys have all pulled up their swimsuits, it’s just Chase whose genitals hang about.

The big heavy bag rests on Benji’s toes, that Aldo presses up into. “See you can—”

“Can his speedo’s be pulled up?” Benji asks quickly pulling his foot down. “It just feels so much worse doing it when he is so…naked.”

“Sure buddy, sure. We can work you up to our level of shenanigans…but one day at a time.”

Adam does the honors, and as he places the speedo over Chase’s groin he gives the whole thing a double handed squeeze. Chase yips, straining against Leroy that holds one arm and Bill that holds the other. All of Chase’s muscles flex as Adam’s meaty hands knead on Chase’s just emptied balls until Chase’s eyes go cross once again and Aldo nods at him.

“That’ll do, Adam.”

“Guys…they will be here…any minute!” Shane looks down at his watch nervously.

“Benji…finish him.”

Benji feels the group eyeing him and he gulps, and shakes a bit. Aldo pierces him once when his shaft and Benji feels it slip between his butt cheeks and barreling into his back entrance as he lifts off his foot with Aldo’s help. The double kick goes faster than Benji wanted to and when he hits Chase with a THUD he is instantly remorseful.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Chase cries out loudly and the guys drop him down onto the pool floor leaving him to immediately curl into the fetal position, rolling around on the tiles cradling his manhood.

The door to the pool begins to open and all the boys take off running for the exit leaving Chase alone in a puddle of his own goo. Even Shane who wanted to try to explain was pushed by Aldo. “Later, this is really all his own fault anyways.”

Chase is soon surrounded by the all-girls swim team who cover their noses.

“What’s that smell?” one asks.

“It’s Chase, he’s the captain. HE is covered in…”

Chase closes his eyes wishing that he could disappear.

“Oh man…girls, that’s semen!”

The girls shriek as one, start laughing and running away.

“We need to get our phones!”

Chase hears the door close again, and knows that he needs to get out of here…or they will have his ass forever. But can he crawl to the door in time. Chase isn’t certain…but he goes to try.

“Fucking shark game” Chase moans as he gets onto all fours and starts his humbling journey to the boy’s locker room.

 

 

~End