D-E-F-E-A-T-E-D: a Shane Tale Part 3 written by Jimmy

 

D-E-F-E-A-T-E-D: a Shane Tale Part 3

By Jimmy

 

Shane quietly watched the swimmers in the pool gliding back and forth, his eyes slightly reflecting the water in the pool, and the bright lights reflected above.

Chase paces his feet slapping the tiles with vigor as he marches along the pool offering instructions, but most gets lost in the delivery as the swimmers cut through the water, their focus on the task at hand.

Annoyance creeps in Chase’s gaze and he plops down next to Shane, his whistle bouncing on his bare chest as his feet dip into the water.

“This is not working,” he mutters as the swimmers begin to turn around and moving back towards the other end.

Shane stays quiet, one hand still laying in his lap rolling his bruised balls from his older brother, Roel the other day and wincing when he discovers another tender spot.

“Shane, you said that you would help. So, help.” Chase emphasizes, giving him a slight push against his upper bicep to wake him up.

Chase looks at Shane, and only gets more frustrated by his teammate’s quietness.

Heaving a sigh, Chase snaps his fingers in Shane’s face and jarring him back to reality.

“Earth, to Shane!”

Shane blinks a few times, and turns to confront Chase a thoughtful expression coming to his eyes. “They are underwater Chase, they can’t hear you. Blow the whistle and then give instructions after their heads come above the water line.” Shane puts out a fist and begins to give instructions to Chase. “Bill is lagging, tell him to pick up the pace.” Shane puts one finger up. “Aldo needs to pee, he always forgets and that’s why he keeps grabbing himself and messing up his stroke. Send him to the can.” Shane ticks off another finger. “Max is worried about everyone not keeping up, tell him to focus on himself.” A forth finger joins the others as Shane adds, “And Leroy needs to stop checking out Aldo, and that’s why he keeps bumping into Rex, and Rex needs to keep it in check and avoid hitting him back on purpose. Got all that?”

Chase’s jaw slightly droops down and he says, “You noticed all that?” Chase says with a mystified expression coming to his face.

“Of course, now go be captain and blow the whistle and do something with your shiny new title or this team is going to fall apart without Jayden here to hold it together. Plus you sacked Doug the other day and our numbers are low. All of them will have do their best.”

Instead of answering Chase stands up and blows his whistle, calling the boys to him.

Obediently they head to him, Leroy and Rex are still pushing each other and one of Rex’s hands flies underneath the water and Leroy’s eyes go wide and he grimaces as Rex’s grin widens. Aldo’s legs are crossed, and he has a funny cross-eyed look as his deep brown eyes turn toward the other as one hand seems to have sneaked its way into his speedos to clutch his private parts. Max should have gotten there first as he was the closest, but he is checking in on Bill, and telling him to “Hurry up.”

“I am!” shouts Bill back.

“Come on guys, get over here. Aldo head to the loo and take a piss, Rex let go of Leroy’s nuts and stop acting like a jackass and Leroy stay in your lane!”

Rex does and Leroy leans heavily against the pool wall clutching himself, a moan escaping his lips as he gasps, “Shit.”

Shane turns away from Chase as he continues issuing orders, blows out a breath of air and dives into the pool. The water is cool on his skin and he swims straight to the bottom and starts to really work his muscles as he kicks his way across the pool, finally silencing the boys above him. Shane makes it all the way across the bottom without coming up for air once and it’s not until he touches the wall that he shoots himself up to the top breaking through the water and taking in a fresh gulp on air. Water clings to his short eyes lashes and he pulls himself up and out of the water and hears that everyone is still silent, and he turns back to face the group.

The pool is nearly empty and Shane blinks as Chase comes up behind him pulling himself up to the edge next to him.

“I sent them to the locker room to take five.”

“Okay,” Shane says in response.

“I…” Chase starts to say and looks away. “I may have bit off a bit more than I bargained for.” Chase admits, a worried expression crossing his over his features as he stares intently down at Shane. “I’m really counting on you,” Chase places an arm on Shane’s shoulder and squeezes his bicep. “Can I count on you to help me coach them? I meant what I said the other day. I am going to need you to be my co-captain.”

Shane takes a deep breath and sighs, “Yeah Chase, you can.”

Chase stares hard at Shane for a moment “Good.” He claps him on the back and moves to swim away, but grabs his hand “Then follow me to locker room and let’s give them a workout that they will never forget.”

For the next two hours Chase and Shane keep the swimmers, going over their allotted time slot and really push the team.

Adam can hardly breathe as he walks to the locker room and Max keeps him propped up on one shoulder. Bill is clutching at a stitch at his side and sucking air, and clutching his empty water bottle hard. Aldo runs into the shower room not bothering to change.

“Making me late for my girl!” Aldo shouts over his shoulder, “Won’t forget this captain!”

Leroy is asking which girl, “Which girl, this time?” as Rex follows behind an evil look on his face as he stares at Leroy’s ass and moves to take careful aim at the bulging basket he sees between his legs.

Max gets there first and grabs him by the shoulders as his leg swings up and he just manages to touch Leroy’s butt with one toe. Max is holding tight to Rex’s thin shoulders and telling his twin brother “Cool it man.”

Leroy turns back and sees the two struggling and he lifts up his own leg and it connects with a snap between Rex’s thighs ending the struggle and Rex goes limp in his brother’s arms collapsing to his chest groaning.

“Serves you right, Rex. Now let’s get to the showers.”

Rex stumbles along moaning, “My nuts, Max. He got my nuts! Both of them.”

Max laughs, and says “I know it. Our nuts are kind of easy targets being so small. No where to hide.”

“Can’t wait until they get bigger,” says Rex as the turn down the hall.

“Me too bro, and don’t worry it will happen for us at the same time and be super awesome!”

“Yeah,” Rex says in agreement.

Chase’s arm is wrapped around Shane’s neck and he is grinning as the boys head to the showers or leave the locker room immediately not bothering to with rinsing off. “That was so cool. I feel like a captain. In a few weeks’ time this will all work out.”

“I’m a little worried with Jayden and Doug gone, we will need all of them to participate. Tryouts were a joke, no one else in the school is at all qualified to join the team so this is really it Chase. We have to make this work.”

Chase no longer seems worried and says, “With you as my co-captain we have got this.”

Shane seems doubtful, but Chase’s confidence warms him up and he shivers a bit. “Let’s hit the showers.”

“Not yet, I want you to watch my form…and give me some pointers.”

Shane hesitates, under Chase’s arm and he gulps. “Okay,” his voice coming out a bit husky.

Chase grins. “I knew that I could count on you.”

Shane’s heart skips a beat as Chase releases his arm from Shane’s shoulders and as the two head back to the pool. Chase dives in first, with a perfect arc as he leaves Shane’s side and enters the water.

A splash of water hits Shane, and he laughs turning away as Chase goes through all of the different strokes. Shane gets into the water and stops him every once and a while giving him a few key pointers and then letting him go off to test the suggestions. By the time they finish its dark out as the pair head to the showers, bare feet slapping against the floor.

Shane starts to lower his speedos but Chase comes up behind him knocking his hand away. Shane turns back a questioning look coming into his eyes.

“One more thing,” says Chase biting his lower lip.

“Yeah?” Shane asks.

“There’s this guy that I am kinda interested in.”

Shane freezes, and he thinks that he must have stopped breathing for a moment and he just nods, water dripping down his lithe swimmers body and feels a stiffy starting to tent his speedos poking straight out like a tree branch itching to get to the sun.

“I have never kissed a boy, and I wanted to make sure that I get it right. You don’t mind, do you?” Chase starts to ask and takes a step closer to Shane. Shane trembles as his boner throbs inches from Chase’s tight body as Chase adds “If I practice on you?”

Shane’s mouth goes dry, and he opens it to say something but snaps it shut and manages a curt nod instead, his heart going wild in his thin chest. Goose bumps travel up and down Shane’s arms, and his legs tremble a bit and his knees knock together, and Chase notices and smiles at him.

“Cool,” Chase says and closes the rest of the distance between them and tilts Shane’s head up, his fingers swirling through Shane’s short hair at the nape of his neck making him shudder as Chase gently pushes Shane towards him to meet his lips, which are slightly parted. Chase’s lips are firm, but yet yield to his own as their tender kiss is shared between the two and Chase wraps his free hand around Shane’s waist and pulls him in, making Shane’s throbbing erection now press deep into Chase’s hard thigh and he lets out a quiet gasp and shakes, his cock convulsing. Shane’s eyes go wide as the pulsations travel up and down his cock, as Chase’s tongue glides into his mouth and he tastes him, sweet like wintergreen gum he always chews.

Shane can’t believe it, but he is going to cum.

His ballsack is pulled so tight against the bottom of his rigid tool, and Chase keeps kissing him and when Chase moans into his mouth he feels his cum boiling deep in his loins and he grabs Chase around the waist pulling him even tighter against him and then he can feel his balls churning and his eyes, which he did not even notice closing fly open.

He tries to talk, to give out a warning but Shane forgets how to form words he and so he lets it happen.

But his contact with Chase’s knee immediately evaporates as Chase pulls back, leaving Shane’s trembling member in midair tight against his speedos and Shane groans from lack of contact.

Chase seems to grin and Shane feels Chase’s lips curling as he pulls back enough to say, “Not yet.”

Then Chase brings knee back, but this time the connection is much lower and more explosive. Chase’s thigh hits Shane’s pulled tight ball sack, the perfect target with his balls so tight beneath his rigid tool and he could not miss. Chase’s thigh bone crushes Shane’s balls in one powerful perfect strike.

Shane stops kissing and moans, a different sound from before, not one of ecstasy but one of misery, and he goes weak in the knees, but Chase keeps him up and slips his tongue back inside of Shane’s mouth and murmurs sweetly. Above his pulsating balls, Shane feels his pre-cum leaking into his speedos as his faucet has been turned off but the moment of pure bliss is shattered as his thrumming balls echo pain throughout his abdomen, and he closes his eyes trying to shield himself from the pulse ponding pain.

“Not quite the effect that I wanted,” Chase whispers pulling back again. “But maybe…”

Shane’s eyes go wide knowing what is about to occur, but unable to do anything to stop it.

Chase knees him…again.

Chase’s thigh strikes up this time and Shane’s once tight nutsack is looser, his orgasm no longer on the cusp and he feels his balls roll away and amazing pop out of his speedos on either side. Shane can’t believe it, and the painful roll beneath Chase’s knee bone causes him to gag and Chase pulls back enough to say. “Now that’s what I wanted,” and he leans back in to kiss Shane again this one, tender and gentle, as his hands slither down Shane’s tight chest to encircle each now bare ball in his pulled tight ballsack stretched across the bottom half of his sky blue speedos and grabs Shane’s balls making two tight fists, giving Shane’s testicles nowhere left to go or hide.

Shane’s heart beats faster, and he tries to shake his head but Chase does not heed his plea as he pushes him up against the lockers, and starts to squeeze.

Shane groans again and tries to slip down the lockers, feeling two of the metal locks digging into his bare back and he grabs Chase’s arms trying to pull free, but Chase’s fists hold solid and his fingers purge deep inside Shane’s nuts, stretching his balls flatter. That’s when Chase goes for the finisher and plunges his thumbs straight into his left and right ball at the same time.

No longer able to fight, Shane does the only thing he can do. He takes it. And tries to survive.

Chase squishes and squashes his tender testes, his grip strong and his fingers showing no mercy as they dig deep into his nut meat, pulling back every once and awhile only to shoot straight back into their previous places on his balls so easy to find as his balls have been bloating from Chase’s continuous attacks.

Chase pulls back leaving Shane gasping, his bottom jaw hanging open like a wound.

“Thanks man that should work on Jayden. I bet that he yields as quickly as you did. Still want to cum, I can put my thigh back in the same place?” Chase asks, a Cheshire cat grin spreading over his handsome face.

“No, thanks” squeaks Shane, declining Chase’s offer as Chase still holds his pulsating nuggets tight in his fists.

“Okay.”

Chase gives him once last squeeze, and pulls back.

Shane moves to fall, but Chase catches him and half carries him to the bench and sits him down.

Chase stands back up and pulls off his wet speedos, his cock and balls tumbling out and even in Shane’s weakened state he can’t help but get a little turned on by the delights in front of him. Chase’s dick is huge, and perfect. At half-mast Chase’s crown is impressively flared out and the slightly pink head stares right at him as his heavy nuggets the size of kiwis swing between his legs. Chase still smiles as he tosses his speedos at him hitting Shane in the face. “Not polite to stare, I’m going to take a shower and I’ll drive you home.”

Chase walks away, bare naked and taking a towel from his open locker as he paces whistling a tune.

Shane rolls into a ball, his nuts hurt so bad as Chase’s wet speedos face from his face but he could not help inhaling a bit of Chase’s smell not lost in the chlorine. Chase’s manly spunk is still there clinging to the fabric and as it falls off his face he can’t help his cock growing again thinking of Chase touching his nuts, even if it was painful he almost said yes, but couldn’t risk Chase hitting him more in his valuable and he knew that he would.

Gently, Shane tucks each nut back into his speedos wincing as he moves each testicle and shocked at finding how bloated they are.

Lightly Shane rubs his balls, that feel more like squishy Playdoh balls in his thin nutsack, as he stays on the bench for who knows how long.

Eventually he sits up, and starts to get dressed, making sure to go underwearless in his baggy gym shorts not wanting to accidently snap his nuts mistakenly. Shane waits by the Boy’s locker room door for Chase, and briefly wonders if he might be taking care of business and that’s why he is taking so long as he flicks his phone open and his heart stops.

His brother Roel has been trying to reach him.

5 missed calls.

3 text messages.

“I’m so dead,” Shane says, grabbing his nuts gently. He’s so sore already, he does not think he could stand another encounter with his older brother. Thinking quickly, Shane tries to weigh the cons of going to meet Roel outside now, or escaping with Chase and dealing with him much later. He does not weigh his options long, and he clicks the screen sending Roel a quick apologetic message as he leans further against the boy’s locker room door.

            Shane: ‘Sorry. Got a ride with Chase. Be home later.’

Moments later Roel responds.

            Roel: …

            Roel: Really? I see his car in the parking lot. You don’t seem to be in it.

Shane stops breathing for a quick second, and he gulps.

“Shit.” Shane curses and he starts to panic, a cold sweat dripping down his back.

Shane tries to think how to respond as the locker room door shifts and he stumbles back and falls onto his back as the door opens.

Standing above him is Roel, and he looks livid.

“Wait!” Shane tries to plead holding up his hands shielding his face and chest.

Roel reaches down in between Shane’s flaring arms and grabs him by the front of his thin, well-worn t-shirt and drags him back into the locker room and pulls him off of his feet and slams him against the lockers. Shane’s backpack takes the blunt of the blow as Roel’s mean eyes stare into his own at eye-level and several feet off the ground.

“Do you never learn?” Roel yells.

The water to the shower turns off, and Roel grins.

“I see you are not alone. Chase is here. Well, you can tell him that you won’t be taking his kind offer of a ride. You are coming home with me. I can’t believe this, but I am going to be late…again because of you. My girl is not going to be happy.”

Shane twists in the air against the lockers and hears his t-shirt ripping at the seams. Roel notices too but too late as Shane drops back to his feet leaving his older brother with a handful of material, as the rest lay in ribbons down Shane’s torso fully exposing his lean chest and tight abs underneath the worn fabric.

Shane takes full advantage of Roel’s moment of shock, to turn and run to the nearest exit, the boy’s room locker door. He manages to get to the door, and pulls it open just as Roel grabs him by the back of his backpack and lifts him off his feet again and swings him into the air at the same time his grip on the door handle is ripped from Shane’s fingers as he soars up and Roel drops him onto the top of an open locker coat hook leaving Shane dangling by the straps of his backpack digging painfully into his armpits.

“Ow,” Shane groans grabbing the straps and trying to pull himself free.

“Got you again, Shane” Roel says, a sinister expression clouding the hard features of his face as he pulls back a punches Shane right in the guts. “And you, aren’t getting away this time. No more running.”

Shane gags, and he tastes bile at the back of his throat as his abdomen unprepared for the blow caves in around Roel’s fist. Roel pulls back and punches him again with a left hook, and Shane tries to tighten his abs before Shane’s knuckles connect with his bare and exposed abdomen. Roel’s fist sinks in hitting the same spot and Shane groans, his dangling limbs going limp as tightening his abdomen did nothing to lessen the blow and the pain that came immediately afterwards.

Moments later, Chase appears around the corner his white towel tucked firmly at the waist and his sharp blue eyes grow wider in alarm as he takes in Shane’s older brother kicking his ass.

“You must be Chase,” says Roel. “My brother is about to refuse a ride home with you. I’ve got him covered. Isn’t that right, Shane?”

Roel punches him for a third time and Shane gasps, and grabs his stomach, breathing hard.

“Now tell him,” Roel demands, reaching up his brothers shorts and locating his brothers bare balls. “Freeballing little bro? How cute. Huh, they feel squishy, someone must have busted your fruity pebbles already. Good that means, they will be nice and warmed up for what I am going to do to them. Do I have you to thank for that Chase, if so you have my full gratitude.”

Chase crosses his arms over his chest, and a hard look comes into his eyes as he says “If you don’t let my co-captain down right now, I will personally embarrass you by kicking your ass and making you wish that you never stepped foot in my locker room. I’m Chase, the captain of the swim team and Shane is under my protection, bro.”

Roel spins around, and tightens his fist making Shane gag, and scream “My balls! Roel!” Shane yells.

Roel towers over Chase as he takes a step towards him, dragging Shane’s balls with him making him squeak. Roel smiles, seemingly forgetting that he still had a handful of his brother’s most precious organs as Shane’s whole lower body follows him and is stretched as far it can go, along with Shane’s tight ballcords.

“I’ll be right back, Shane to finish you off.”

Roel steps up to Chase and he uses all six foot of his towering height to show Chase just how much bigger than he is.

“I’m going to hurt you that much is obvious. And if Shaney means so much to you, I will make sure to take him away from you. Consider this his resignation. He’s done playing with you, and your pathetic team. No more games.”

Chase is forced to look up at Roel, and he fully takes him in. The wide shoulders, the barrel chest, the hard lines to the college man’s face along with the stubble along his jaw, and on top of all that the sheer power that Roel seems exclude from every orifice of his being.

“Tough talk from someone that beats up his little brother. Now however, you are dealing with someone your own size, let’s see how you measure up against a real man,” Chase says confidentially.

Roel laughs, and moves to covers his mouth but backhands Chase instead sending him toppling to the floor, his towel barely staying in place.

“I’m the only man here, little boy,” says Roel with a laugh. “Maybe these puny wimps like Shane look up to you because you are…a bit bigger than them. But real mean see right past your small assets, Chase.”

“Chase,” rasps Shane. “Run, while you can.”

“Too late for that,” Roel says stepping forward and boot Chase in the abs sending him toppling over onto his back and grabbing his abdomen. “I’ve got to show Chase here who is the real boss, then you pack up your locker Shane because you are done on this team.”

“No,” Chase grunts. “He ain’t.”

“Don’t know when to quit, huh? I like that. This is going to be fun.”

To be continued...