Showered In Cum
by David Heulfryn

 

I grew closer to Dad because of the swimming lessons, and I felt I could talk to him about anything. We only talked about the swimming lessons on the way to and back from the CYMA. I enjoyed what happened before, during, and after the lessons, but it was a secret between Dad and me. It was this newfound closeness to Dad that got me into trouble. I was being too honest with him.

“I can’t wait to get in the pool again. I’ll be able to swim and go to the pool on my own.”

“I’m glad. You and Ross seem to have a good friendship.” Dad said.

“We do. He makes me feel good.” I giggled.

“I hope there’s more to it than that, Eric. You can’t have a friendship based on sex alone. You need more things in common.”

“Like swimming,” I grinned. “We help each other, Dad. I’m glad there is a boy my age there. I can’t imagine doing what we’ve been doing in the pool with a younger boy.

“That’s good.” Dad was concentrating on his driving and not really listening to me.

“Especially what he did to me last week in the pool. As I was floating, he grabbed my willy and made me cum.” I giggled again.

“You did what?” Dad jerked to look at me and then back at the road. “You ejaculated in the pool?”

I didn’t think I did anything wrong but sheepishly told him I did.

“Your semen was in the water while all the other boys were learning to swim! That is a massive problem.”

“Sorry, Dad.” I was nervous. I enjoyed it and didn’t think I’d done anything wrong. I wouldn’t have let Ross do that to me if I did. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Oh, hell.” Dad gasped.

“What’s wrong, Dad? I’m not in big trouble, am I?” I was getting upset.

“Ross lives there. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have put you in this position. I’m going to have to tell Morgan. He needs to know.”

“Who’s Morgan?” I asked.

“Morgan Andersson, your swim teacher.” Dad clarified. I didn’t know his name before. I must have missed it when he introduced us to the lesson. “I’m going to have to have words with Ross, too. Mr Andersson will need to speak to both of you.”

I was now scared. I fiddled to find my phone. I wanted to text Ross to warn him that Dad was angry at what we did. But Dad told me to sit still and leave my phone alone.

I remained quiet for the rest of the journey. What should have been the highlight of my week had become something I was not looking forward to.

When we entered the changing room, I looked around for Ross. I couldn’t see him, so Dad pulled me to a bench to get undressed. We stripped naked, and Dad told me to take a shower. I noticed he didn’t follow me but went poolside. I suspect he was going to speak to the teacher, Mr Andersson.

I felt like crying. I was in trouble. I hated being in trouble.

I didn’t notice Ross come into the showers. He pinched my right buttock, and I jumped. He was grinning, but it quickly melted when he saw my face.

“What’s wrong, Eric.”

“Dad knows what we did. He’s in the pool now, telling the teacher. We’re in big trouble. You’re not allowed to ejaculate into the pool.”

“Since when?” Ross was confused.

“I don’t know. I don’t live here. Dad says you should have known.”

“I didn’t know. It’s the first time I’ve been here. My big brother told me that he often cums in the pool at the leisure centre. I’ll have to warn him unless they have different rules.”

I shuddered when I saw my father return to the changing room and join me in the shower. “I suggest you find another shower,” Dad told Ross.

Dad started washing. “You better get ready for your lesson, Eric. Wash that body of yours.”

I silently started to wash but couldn’t bear that we weren’t speaking to each other. “Is Mr Andersson mad at us?”

“Let’s just say he’s not happy. They won’t have to drain the pool as the filter would have sorted it by now. But there is no telling how many boys swam in your semen and got it over their bodies.”

“I’m sorry, Dad. I promise it will never happen again.” I paused, “What will Mr Andersson do to us?”

“Nothing yet.” Dad left that statement dangling in the moist air.

The boys started to line up by the door. Dad told me to join them.

Ross found me, but I didn’t feel like talking to him. I kept my eyes downcast and settled on the pale, pert buttocks of the boy in front of me.

The gorilla opened the door again and told us to wait poolside.

All three classes were lined up at the side of the pool. It was not expected. I knew it was because of me.

“It seems we need to remind some of you boys about the rules.” The gorilla’s voice boomed and ricocheted around the pool. “This doesn’t apply to you younger boys with no hair yet. But you boys with pubic hair should know better. We are proud of this pool and what we do here. We don’t want the pool contaminated with your bodily fluids.”

“Who peed in the pool?” A blond boy, one of the older trainee lifeguards, looked down at the younger boys. I glanced over at him. He was smirking.

“It wasn’t pee.” The gorilla boomed.

The trainee lifeguard laughed. “Cum! You dirty boys.”

“That’s enough, Lars.” Mr Andersson admonished the boy. “Any more from you, and I’ll deal with you at home.” Lars stayed quiet but still had a smirk on his face.

“Nobody wants to swim in semen,” The gorilla continued. “The miscreants will be dealt with after the lesson.”

I felt ashamed and went red with embarrassment. Ross didn’t feel the same; although his eyes were also downcast, he knew he was in trouble. The boys around us noticed the change in our demeanour. They suspected it was us.

“Right, Guys.” Mr Andersson got our attention. “In the pool, let’s start with kicking. If you want floats, get them now before you get in.”

Ross and I went to the rack to get our floats. We lowered ourselves into the water and started kicking to the other side of the pool.

I didn’t have as much fun in this lesson. I was anxious about what would happen afterwards. We were going to be punished in some way. I hoped it would be just a stern talking to.

We weren’t told to go to the showers when the lesson ended. We were told to get out of the pool and wait. The other classes were brought to the shallow end. Ross and I were stood against the back wall. All eyes were on our naked bodies. I felt more exposed than usual, and I wanted to cover my cock and balls with my hands, but I resisted. Ross didn’t cower like I was. He stood tall, but I did sense he was nervous.

Some of the young boys in our class sat cross-legged on the wet floor, looking at us. The older boys looked on in anticipation. I noticed some were fondling their cocks, getting them hard.

Mr Andersson stood next to us. I drew a deep breath and tried to be brave. “Today, I discovered that Eric ejaculated into the pool last week. I realise that Eric isn’t from here, but Ross, who instigated the ejaculation, is from here. But both should have known better. It is common sense not to urinate or ejaculate in a swimming pool.”

The other boys started laughing. All I could do was stare at my feet.

“That’s enough boys. Settle down. This is serious and not a laughing matter.”

They slowly stopped laughing at us. I nearly shed a tear and looked up to find my father. He stood at the back, but I could see his face. He didn’t look happy. He was disappointed in me.

“I’ve discussed punishment with the others and have decided. First…” Mr Andersson held his hand out, and the gorilla passed him two pieces of metal. “You will both have your genitals encased to prevent erections and any further ejaculation.”

I didn’t understand. The teacher approached me and crouched down in front of me. He grabbed my cock and started feeding it into a metal cage.

“What are you doing, Sir.” I stuttered.

“I’m putting a cage on your penis. It will prevent you from getting an erection and masturbating.”

I’d been holding back tears from the moment I knew I was in trouble. But now they flowed. I didn’t know how I could live with the cage on my cock. How would I go to the toilet? What would my friends at school say if they found out? I shuddered as I heard a click, and the cage was secure. Mr Andersson let go of the cage, and I felt the extra weight pull my cock and balls downwards. They started to ache under the additional weight. I reached and held the cage to take the weight. Mr Andersson immediately slapped my hand away, and as the support was gone, my cock and balls jolted as the cage dropped. I felt like I’d been kicked in the balls.

Mr Andersson then attached a cock cage to Ross, then stood up and faced the boys. “Depending on their behaviour and progress, these cages will remain in place for at least the next week. If I deem they have learned their lesson, I will remove them after next week’s class. They will remain in place if I hear reports of any further misbehaviour.”

I tried to stop crying but couldn’t. My only saving grace was that I wasn’t blubbing and making any noise; my tears were silent. That ended when Mr Andersson announced the second part of our punishment.

“Both of you will now be caned. You will both receive twenty strokes, but you, Ross,” he looked at the boy, “will receive an extra five as you are from Cockaigne and should have known better.” He then looked at me, “You, Eric, need to learn to speak up and say no when asked to do things you know are wrong. I hope these twenty lashes will remind you of that.”

My bottom lip started shaking, and tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I’d never been beaten before; Dad didn’t even slap me. I looked at my father, my eyes red and pleading with him, “Dad, please!” I begged.

He still looked angry, but there was a tinge of sorrow in his eyes that his second son was going to be caned, naked, in front of him and a crowd of boys.

Ross was made to wait against the wall while Mr Andersson positioned me and bent me over. My arse faced the crowd. He told me to spread my legs wider, and the cock cage hung low between my legs. My groin ached even more. I kept weeping but was silent until I heard a whoosh and felt a sharp pain on my buttocks.

I screamed. I had never felt such intense pain before.

“Be quiet. You still have nineteen to go.” Mr Andersson barked at me.

I screamed when the second one hit. I tried to control myself and stifled a scream when I felt the third swipe. By the time Mr Andersson reached ten, I only grunted and sobbed. I concentrated on the pool of tears at my feet to distract my brain from the pain in my buttocks. I had forgotten how many strikes I’d had and waited for another lash even though Mr Andersson had finished.

He told me to stand straight, and I wiped my eyes and nose. He pushed me back, next to Ross and dragged him to where I stood. He was made to assume the position, and Mr Andersson started caning my friend. I had to look and saw each lash leave a red stripe across his pale buttocks. The stripes began to spread and merge; his buttocks now looked red, and a few purple stripes criss-crossing them. His head was down, looking at the floor and the pool of tears I had left. I couldn’t see him add to the pool. How could he take twenty-five lashes and not cry?

I rubbed my buttocks and felt a sting of pain. How was I going to sit down at school tomorrow? I sniffed back a tear and flinched every time the cane hit Ross’ buttocks. The sound as it echoed around the pool stayed with me until the next strike. I wanted it over.

Ross must have counted the strikes as he straightened up after receiving the last one. His face was flushed, and his teeth clenched. I knew he was hurting, but he made a valiant effort to make it not show.

Mr Andersson looked at both of us. “That will teach you to behave in future and think about others and what effect your actions have on them. Now get in the shower!” He wanted us out of his sight. “All of you. Shower now!”

All the boys scurried to the door to the locker room. Mr Andersson didn’t seem to like punishing us. I noticed that my father and he stayed poolside. I’m glad, as I didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face anymore.

Ross and I shared a shower again. There was no fun to be had after being punished. We still did wash each other, but it was to complete a task, not for pleasure. Neither of us dared wash each other’s buttocks; we knew how tender they were.

“I suppose you think that’s the end of it, do you?” Ross was pushed aside and against the back wall.

I was scared once I saw the anger in his face. It was the blond trainee lifeguard, and he had a group of friends around him. I looked at his naked body. He was hard and slowly stroking his cock.

“Do you know what it took for my brother to do that? He hates having to do that. But you left him with no choice. That is going to hurt him.”

“We’re sorry.” I stuttered.

“I don’t fucking care. He just wanted to put you in chastity cages to stop you wanking. But that hairy fucker insisted on the cane as well. He hates the cane; he hates to hurt people physically.”

“We’re sorry.” I pleaded, “Truly sorry.”

“I don’t care how fucking sorry you are. We had to swim in your spunk. How would you like to swim in spunk?”

“I didn’t think.” Ross was silent. I hoped he would come to my rescue, but he didn’t. All of Lars Andersson’s anger was levelled at me; it was my semen that was in the pool.

“On your knees!” Lars demanded. I cried as I knelt. “You, too.” He told Ross.

We knelt in front of Lars, and I watched as he stroked his hard cock.

“You made us swim in your spunk. We’re going to cover you both in ours.”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t like the idea of being covered in spunk.

“Open your fucking eyes!” Lars demanded.

I did as I was told. I was too scared not to. I didn’t want to feel any more pain.

I watched as Lars wanked his cock. He had a beautiful cock, long and thick and surrounded by blond pubes. His balls were loose from the warm showers, but as I looked, I saw them pull up closer to his body. Lars stepped closer, and I flinched and closed my eyes as his first shot of cum hit my forehead. His cock spewed cum over my face and hair. I opened my eyes again to see Lars squeezing the last few drops of cum from his cock. He shook it in my face.

“Come on, Guys. Gather round and let these two soak up your spunk.” Lars moved aside, and Ross and I had to stay still while a group of guys masturbated and ejaculated over us.

It seemed I was the primary target. I had cum dripping down my face, my hair was soaked, and some semen rolled over my lips. I tried not to taste anything, but I couldn’t help it. My tongue licked my lips, and I gagged at the thought of tasting cum. But I couldn’t taste anything as the semen touched my tongue.

Not every boy came over to us. The younger boys couldn’t cum and ignored what was happening. Other boys didn’t want to punish us further. But they didn’t interfere to prevent us from being covered in cum. I stayed kneeling after the last boy had come on my face and left me alone. I rubbed my hand over my face and through my hair. I looked at my hands, they were covered in cum. I started to cry again.

I felt Ross grab my arm, “Come on, Eric. Get up. Let me wash this off you.”

I was stunned and let Ross move my body under the shower and rinse the cum off me. He shampooed my hair. It smelt better than cum. He then washed my body again, avoiding my arse.

I remained under the shower as Ross then washed himself. I heard the door to the pool open and saw my father enter. He found a free showerhead and washed the chlorine from his body. Ross and I grabbed a towel and started drying ourselves. I was extra careful when drying my arse, but I did make myself wince a few times.

Putting my socks on without sitting down was difficult, but I persevered. I tried my best to dry my crotch, but the metal cage made it difficult. Dad came over and dried himself. He didn’t say a word. It made me feel even more guilty.

I stood next to him as he dressed. Ross came over and said goodbye, promising to text me and ring tomorrow. I noticed how strangely he walked as he left.

Dad took me to the car. I understood why Ross was walking funny. The cage was large, and my thighs were knocking on it. I had to walk with a wide gait to prevent the chafing. I opened the car door and looked at the seat. I hadn’t sat down yet.

Dad got in and started the engine. He leant over to look at me, “Get in the car, Eric.”

I couldn’t delay any longer. I sat in the car and felt an intense pain in my arse. I yelped.

“Stop being a baby and accept your punishment. Now stop squirming and put your seatbelt on.”

I grimaced through the pain as Dad drove us home.

“I’m so disappointed in you, Eric. I thought you had more about you. I don’t know what you could have been thinking. Was it that Ross? Is he a bad influence on you? Perhaps I should stop you speaking to him.”

“No, Dad!” I cried. “He’s my friend. I could have told him to stop, but I didn’t. It’s more my fault than his. The other boys think so, too. Please let us still be friends!” I begged.

“Stop snivelling, Eric and pull yourself together. You can’t go home like that. Your Mum will ask questions.”

I stopped crying and took some deep breaths. I was glad when we got home.

“I’m going to go straight to bed. Tell Mum I’m tired after the lesson and not hungry.”

“Okay, Eric.”

Dad pulled into the driveway, and I was surprised when he got out. He went around the car to open my door. He held out his hand to help me up.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Look, Eric. As far as I’m concerned, this matter is closed. Your Mum needn’t know anything. Just make sure she doesn’t see that metal thing on your willy.”

“I won’t. I don’t let her see me without clothes on. It’s embarrassing.” Dad hugged me. “Thanks, Dad.” I wiped away a tear and went inside and straight to my bedroom.

Billy was inside, lying on his bed and playing on his tablet. He didn’t look up, but he did sigh as I entered the room and disturbed him. I couldn’t get undressed in front of him in case he saw my cock cage and red arse cheeks. I grabbed my pyjama trousers and went into the bathroom.

After changing and cleaning my teeth, I went back into the bedroom. I placed my clothes at the foot of my bed and got under the duvet. I lay on my front and pressed my face into the pillow.

I tried not to, but I couldn’t help it; I cried. I was silent, but my body shuddered occasionally. I wished I was alone. I wished that Billy wasn’t here. I just wanted to be alone.

The room was quiet, and I was sniffing as silently as possible when I felt someone sit on the side of my bed.

“Are you alright, Eric?” Billy placed his hand between my shoulder blades. I could feel it through the duvet. He repeated it and rubbed my shoulder when I didn’t say anything. “Are you alright, Eric?”

I screwed up my face. Why was he being nice to me? Billy hated me. I was just an annoyance to him.

“I can tell that you’re crying. I’m worried. Why are you crying? Why are you upset? Did something happen at our swimming lesson? Is it Dad?”

“What do you care!” I spat petulantly.

“You’re my baby brother. Of course, I care.” Billy stroked my hair. It felt good like he cared, but he’d never shown me that he cared before.

“You hate me!” I shouted into my pillow.

“That’s not true, Eric.” Billy kept his voice low. I might have believed him if he’d not ignored me for the last few years and treated me like an annoyance.

“Fuck off, Billy and go play with your tablet.” I was angry and confused as to why he was nice to me.

“Stop it, Eric!” Billy was firm, almost angry. It made me stop crying. “You’re my fucking brother. Of course, I fucking care. I may not always show it, but I fucking care.” Billy paused, “Plus if I’m going to be able to sleep tonight, I need you to stop blubbing into your pillow.” He chuckled.

I smiled into the pillow. Billy couldn’t see that he’d made me smile, if only for a second.

“Did something happen at the pool? I told Dad I didn’t think you were ready. Did someone upset you?”

Billy was persistent, and I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone. I turned my head so he could see my face.

I must have looked sorry as Billy rubbed some tears from my eyes and stroked my hair. “Something serious has happened. I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I was punished at the pool.” I sniffed away some tears. It felt good to tell him.

“Punished, how?” Billy asked, “They can do fucking anything they want over there. That’s why I didn’t want Dad to take you.” I finally felt that my brother cared about me. “What did they do, Eric?”

“They caned me. I got twenty lashes.” I sobbed into my pillow. “My bottom hurts so bad. I can’t sit down. I don’t know how I can go to school tomorrow.”

Billy pulled down my duvet. I was only wearing my pyjama trousers. He grabbed the elastic waistband and gingerly pulled it down. I heard him gasp as my bottom was revealed.

“That is fucking abuse.” Billy gasped as he saw my bruised backside. He couldn’t help himself stroke my bruised arse. It was a light touch.

“That feels good,” I told him.

Billy kept stroking my bum, making me feel better.

“Is that all they did?” Billy asked.

“No. They put some sort of metal contraption on my willy. It stops me masturbating and having an orgasm.” I told my brother.

“Can I see?”

I turned onto my side, careful not to put any pressure on my arse. My metal-caged cock was not visible. Billy reached over and held the metal cage. He carried the weight, which eased the pressure I felt in my crotch.

“Can you get hard?” Billy asked.

“There’s not enough room. When I start, it begins to hurt.”

“So you can’t wank?”

“Obviously not.”

“And you can’t cum?”

“No. If I can’t masturbate, how can I cum?”

“I’m so sorry, Eric.” I think he was sorry that I couldn’t orgasm rather than my bruised buttocks.

“I don’t know what to do, Billy. My arse hurts bad.” I rolled onto my front again, and Billy released my caged cock.

“I’ll go downstairs and get some painkillers for you. I’ll say they’re for me if Mum or Dad ask. I’ll get some more for you in the morning. I hope the stinging will die by the morning, but try to sleep on your front.”

Billy left my pyjama trousers by my knees but pulled the duvet over me and went downstairs. I was grateful when he came back and gave me the painkillers.

“Dad was there.”

I groaned.

“He knew I knew but didn’t say anything about it.”

“Did he say anything?” I asked.

“Only that ‘you’re a good brother’, so he knows I know.”

“He wasn’t angry?”

“No. He seemed glad that I was looking after you. He even gave me some cream to rub on your bruises.”

Billy gave me the painkillers and the glass of water he brought. I put the pills in my mouth and gulped water. Billy then pulled my duvet down and exposed my bruised buttocks again. I saw him wince at the sight. He tried not to but couldn’t help it.

“Just lie still. I’ll be as gentle as I can.” Billy squeezed some cream onto his fingers and warmed it up. I looked away as he placed his hand on my buttock and gently rubbed in the cream. “Does that hurt?” He asked.

“No. It feels quite nice. You’re being so gentle.”

Billy kept rubbing in the cream. I felt his finger rub down my crack. I groaned. He didn’t mean to arouse me, but he did, and I felt my cock thicken and push against the metal cock cage. My cock got harder and growled in pain.

“Sorry, Eric. Did that hurt?”

“It’s not that,” I said.

“What is it then?” Billy asked.

“It’s the cage, it’s hurting my willy,” I confessed.

“How long do you have to wear it?”

“At least until next week.” Billy continued to rub some cream onto my bruised buttocks.

“That is so fucked up, Eric. I can’t believe Dad let them do that to you.”

“I don’t think he had a choice.”

“Surely, you’re not going back after this?”

“I have to. They need to remove the cage. I also have a friend there. I like him a lot, we have fun. Plus, I am learning to swim.”

“What did you do that made them do this to you.” Billy’s question made me turn away from him. I was ashamed.

“My friend made me ejaculate in the pool,” I said flatly.

“You fucking idiot!” Billy admonished me, and I started crying again.

“Don’t be mad at me, Billy.” I sniffed away my tears. “I feel bad enough already, and I’ve been punished enough. I don’t need you mad at me. I can see how disappointed Dad is with me.”

“It’s okay, Eric.” Billy started stroking my bruised buttocks again. Surely, the cream was rubbed in by now, but I didn’t care; it felt nice. “I’m not mad at you.” He stroked me. “What you did was stupid, but I’m not mad. And you didn’t deserve this.”

“Did anything like this happen when you learnt to swim?” I asked.

“Not to me. But there was one boy who got caned. He was younger than you and kept messing around and running. The teacher lost his patience and gave him five lashes of the cane. We all had to watch. It was horrible, and the boy was screaming in pain by the end. But I do suspect he was putting a lot of it on.”

“Well, I wasn’t. I had twenty, and it fucking hurt like hell.”

“I hope this cream will help you so you can sit down in school tomorrow.”

“What if I can’t?”

“We’ll think of something in the morning.”

“Thank you, Billy,” I said.

Billy pulled up my pyjama trousers and pulled the duvet over me. I was surprised when he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “You’ll be fine, Eric. You are made of strong stuff.”

I smiled and felt my stomach lurch. Billy had never been this caring to me before.

Billy went to his bed and started to undress. I watched as he removed his tee shirt and sat on his bed to pull off his socks. He stood up and turned his back to me to take off his grey sweatpants. I saw his brief-clad backside. He pulled down his briefs, and I looked at his pale buttocks. As he lifted his leg, I could see his balls dangling and, I think, the tip of his cock. I’d never seen those before. It made my cock thicken, and I grimaced as I felt the pain as it pressed against the cage. Billy swiftly pulled up his pyjama trousers and turned back to face me.

“I’ll just do my teeth before I turn off the light,” Billy said.

I waited, looking over at Billy’s empty bed. He returned, and the room went dark. I heard him shuffle under his duvet.

“Something else happened,” I confessed.

“What?” Billy seemed uncertain.

I sniffed away some tears and admitted the disgusting thing the other boys did to me. “Some of the other boys made me kneel on the floor, and they ejaculated over me. It was disgusting. I felt dirty. Ross washed me afterwards, but I still feel dirty.”

“I’m so sorry, Eric. Is Ross your friend?”

“He is. He’s about my age and has been kind to me. I like him.”

“That must have been horrible what they did to you.”

“It was.” I sobbed.

I flinched when I felt Billy put his arm around my shoulders. I hadn’t heard him get out of bed and come over. He hugged me the best he could.

“I’m sorry, Eric. If you never want to go back, I will tell Dad and make him listen.” He held me tight.

“I do. It was just a stupid mistake. I will feel better in the morning and this metal cage should come off next week. All I need to worry about is sitting down and making sure no one at school sees me wearing the cage.”

“I will help as much as you want me to. All you need to do is ask.”

“Thank you, Billy.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” Billy released me and went back to bed. “Try and get some sleep. I know it’s going to be awkward, but please try.”

“I will,” I told my brother and closed my eyes. I willed myself to sleep.

 

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