Nightmare Summer as a Lifeguard - Part 2

Disclaimer: All people involved are over 18 and this is a work of fiction.

People so far:

• Cody (me) 19 years, 5'6, 130 pounds with a lean swimmer's build, white with freckles, short-black-curly hair, and green eyes.
• David (boss at local swimming pool who just force-fucked me). Somewhere near 50 years, around 6'0, over 240 pounds with a weathered dad bod, slightly tan complexion, thick hair on his arms and legs, some greying in his otherwise black, short hair with a receding hairline.
• Kitt (random jock-dad that asked me out before he left the pool). Early 40s, silver haired, jock.

- After my boss at my summer job in Santa Clarita, CA force-fucked me and tricked me into downing an unknown amount of painkillers. (Part 1 here). -

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The soft cotton shirt lifted upward off my body, revealing its sweaty, slim, and small figure. Low-tempered, yellow lights created blurry shadows against the walls and ceiling which highlighted our skin as we pushed and pulled at each other in this horny dance of hunger. Eventually he pushed me down onto the bed, wearing nothing but my 5-inch red shorts, part of the lifeguard uniform. My necklaced whistle also lay strewn across and down my chest. Standing over me at the edge of the bed was Kitt, in all his ripped glory, he twisted his visor backwards as he unzipped his jeans that hugged his strong thighs and pulled them down to the floor.

The belt jangled against the wooden panels as he finished kicking them off. I leaned my head up and forward to start undoing the string of my shorts, only for Kitt to lean over, take my hands and slam them above my head together, locked at the wrist by a single hand. With his free hand he squeezed my soft-but-hardening cock and balls through the shorts, before he slid them down to my ankles with a single motion and then used his feet to kick them off as he returned to his domineering posture over me. His silver hair flickered every time a car drove by outside. His cock slapped down just below my chin, and with his free hand he grabbed his bulging member and tapped my chest and chin several times before sliding it in. It took no effort to fill my mouth, and it was everything I hoped for. The mixture of his sweat and musk on his polished skin conquered my tongue as I did my best to create a perfect vacuum around his picture-perfect-dick.

He leaned forward, pinning my head to the mattress by the back of my throat. My gag reflex started knocking as I could not maneuver to breathe, much less continue sucking him off. He kept his cock there, filling my mouth and robbing me of any oxygen. I felt my saliva start to build between my lips and his penis, adding to the barriers preventing my breath. I couldn't even find the strength to struggle, like all of my body was numb except my face. Suddenly a liquid started to flood my mouth from his cock. It couldn't be semen this fast, and it didn't take like piss, but it did taste chemical. Between my panic and confusion I couldn't quite place the bizarre things that were happening until the chemical taste rang a far-too-familiar bell. It was chlorinated water. That's not possible unless... this wasn't real...

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My nostrils flared and my lips spewed forth large spurts of water as I awoke out of whatever feverish nightmare that was, and now into a worse and far more real one. I felt the coolness of the pool water envelope me. I could just barely kick my legs to keep my head out of water. My lungs and throat fought between coughs and breathing, all while trying to keep my lips pointed up, to stop the splashing water from coming in. Water burned in my eyes and made everything difficult to see amidst the chaos, my head dipped down into the water and I kicked it back up. My legs weren't responding as they should. Their power and training normally let me tread water for extended periods of time, possibly hours if I was smart about it. But now I could barely get them to angle 45 degrees. I tried to make sense of my surroundings, of anything really, but all I knew: I was drowning.

My other instincts kicked in as I struggled to see anything around me, "Heh... HAAAHL!" I yelped and shouted as much as I could but it came out as a garbled mess. My arms were ever more useless than my legs, I couldn't even separate them to... wait... they were tied.

As soon as the words left my lips and the realization of my bound wrists struck, a large and loud splash occurred somewhere nearby. I tried to shake my head to make sense of my surroundings. There were no lights on. Did David dump me in here to die? Was this his solution to hiding his crime? To kill me? No sooner than did the thoughts enter and exit my head, that I felt thick arms surround my torso and under my arms. My head slapped against heavy and wet pecs as I felt myself be pulled across the water until I could hear the return-jets humming and my side pressed against the familiar, painted concrete of the edge of the pool. Then there was a struggle as the man--it had to be a man--pushed my weight from below and up onto the pool deck.

My curly, wet, and black hair now dangled just enough around my brow to cover up fractions of my sight. I heard water lift, splash, and drop, followed my the wet patter of feet against concrete. I continued to cough up water on my side, until I was forcefully rolled over onto my back. A familiar voice created a confused terror within me, "Cody! Don't give up on me Cody!" David? Dave was my rescuer?

None of this made sense as his thick and pudgy hands folded over my chest and pressed down with great force, sending shockwaves through my body, hurting my ribs, and even causing my head to slightly bang against the concrete. There was still a little water in the back of my throat I was trying to cough up, but as I prepared myself for the effort, I felt his dry lips and thick goatee and moustache wrap and cover my mouth. I felt the hot air of his exhale pour into me. It was suffocating and I struggled to push and spit out against him. His tongue reached in, and began to massage mine. I prepared to bite down onto it until he suddenly pulled off me, allowing me the seconds needed to spew out the final bits of water.

He rolled me to my side, allowing the last drops of the pool water to drip and leak out of my oral cavity. I was slowly able to catch my breath and looked around. All of the past who-knows-how-long came back to me. Last thing I remembered was Dave trying to be nice after he brutally fucked me, only to realize he drugged me as I passed out in his office inside and upstairs. My eyes shot over to the window above, and then around me, and down beneath me. I was naked still and tied with white cord at the wrists, similar to the rope we used to string across flotation boundaries in the pool, to signify the deep end from the shallow or to separate lanes in the Olympic pool. I started to try and standup but my legs were still weak. They started to gain that stinging sensation, like when they fall asleep and blood returns to them as you try to walk around.

His voice called out again, "There you go, Cody. Deep breaths." I wanted to defy his orders, but I needed as much oxygen as I could get. Who knew how close I was to dying, just now. What would my parents have thought? Their son killed and forced by a man... in their minds that was the fate of every gay person ever. They probably would have been ashamed before they were relieved that there was one less faggot in the world. And all for what, so Dave could play out some fantasy of saving a helpless twink from drowning? This guy was fucking sick, but he was also dangerous. Just as I started to gather my thoughts, I was rolled back onto my back. Dave looked down at me, perpendicular to my side, his head above mine as if he was about to administer CPR again.

"You're very welcome, Cody. I was just doing my job. If anything had happened to you why I... I just don't know what I would have done." Dave let out a puffy smile as I tried to respond with a, "Ffffuoooaa aaooavv..." God I was fucked up. I could start to form words but my lips, like my limbs, were still too weak and drugged to do anything completely on their own. Dave started to rub his palm on my forehead, slicking my wet hair back wards and off my face, revealing my freckles in the feint moonlight, the only source of light out here this night. Normally there were security lights on in the pool and around the building. But I doubt David wanted to have anything he was doing to me done in the light for the world to see. I started to feel cold.

My captor and tormentor responded to my mumbled, verbal attempt at a middle finger, "Well, now. That's not necessary, but... come to think of it, there is a way you could thank me. We lifeguards save so many lives and watch over countless more. It's a thankless job. It's nice to finally be recognized." As he spoke he slid himself below my hips and legs, lifting them by their ankles and until he grabbed one of them by my thin thighs. I watched them twitch and briefly jerk, but I could do little else. It was then, as Dave sat on his knees down from me alongside the pool, the moonlight bouncing faintly off the water and onto his aging dad-bod, that I realized he was naked too, and his rod was raging and red, pointing upwards and dripping some combination of water and pre-cum. He spread my legs, wrapping one around his thick waist and placing the other against his shoulder, my tender toes tapping against his cheek and ear.

At first, all I felt was pressure, then I could just barely feel my hole widen. Finally I felt the real deal, as his cock went in raw and filled me up. Something tells me this would have hurt a lot more, if I had not been given an untold amount of Vicodin, and considering his stash, it was probably laced. I breathed in a massive inhale followed by a dragged-out exhale, as I adjusted to his cock just ramming and sliding right into me. "That's a good boy, Cody. Doesn't it feel good, to respect your elders? To thank your heroes? Aaaawww yeah... don't worry. I'll protect you, buddy. You must have slipped and fallen into the pool, such a silly boy. You almost died. You can barely move. That just means you need all of my man-juice I can give, to nourish you back to health." As Dave continued to play out his one-man-role-play with my limp body, his cock took action where his words fell flat and weak.

Between every sentence was a full thrust, and while I couldn't feel every sensation, I could feel the void within me being filled by his frustrated prick and becoming empty again as he slid in and out of me. I could do little more than look up at him as he violated me for a second time, as far as I knew, powerless to do anything to hurt him or help myself. My own cock was rarely anything to write home about, definitely below average and lucky if it was 5 inches. Yet now, it looked even more pathetic. Flaccid and limp against my pelvis, my pitiful prick bounced and slithered as I was pounded upwards and downwards along the concrete pool deck.

The cold, damp concrete began to make its presence known against my back and my bubbly butt-cheeks. My wet skin clung to the concrete as the mass of my body rocked and shook back and forth. A gnashing of teeth sprayed across Dave's face until he completely grimaced in pain and discomfort. His thrusting motion stopped and he pulled out, leaving me empty once more, this time the lips of my anus felt the sting as his cock quickly pulled out. He placed both of my feet at his shoulders until he stood straight up, bringing my heels to his thighs, still in the air at nearly a right angle, the balls of my smooth feet bare to the cool, night sky. With one hand he held my feet in place, as if prepping to spread me once more, but with the other hand he massaged his knees. Dave let out a begrudging sigh as he said, "Aaaah, fuck my knees."

The purpose of at least some of his prescriptions now became obvious. His eyes looked to the pool, lit only by moonlight and then to me before he nodded as if he just discovered a solution to his knee pain beyond going and doping up, likely giving himself pill-based whiskey-dick in the process. He slowly spun me by my legs and dragged my limp body to the edge of the pool, letting the curve of my ass hang just over the edge and dropping my feet into the cool water. I could now feel and tell temperature without issue. I tested wiggling my fingers and toes. Without the fanfare of a Kill Bill montage, I was able to slightly do so over and over, each time making it easier.

Dave sat at the edge of the pool and placing his feet in as well, and then awkwardly twisted his torso so his arms could grab my upper body and raise me up, so I was sitting right next to him and leaning into his slightly folded skin. Both of our naked bodies bathed in the moonlight, contrasting our age, mass, the elasticity of our skin, and even the slight differences in our skin tones. We couldn't be more different, yet despite all of that, our bodies had become one this night, both times against my wishes and to the fulfillment of his. I sat at his side only briefly, as a dummy to a ventriloquist, before he slipped forward completely into the pool and then pulled me into it with him. Not again. How many times does he need to roleplay saving me from drowning.

I feared he would fuck up and not save me in time, so I started grunting and trying to force out any plea for him to stop, and was just able to squeeze out some mumbled form of, "Please, not again..." Dave held my body clearly above water, we were somewhere near the 5-foot depth. Between his strength, my size, and the ease of movement in the water, he was able to hold me indefinitely in any way he wished. For now he spooned me from behind and started to raise me up even more. He started to have a little trouble, so he walked forward, going deeper, down to the 5 and 1/2 foot depth. With my head under his chin, and just barely above water, he leaned slightly backwards, keeping me pressed against him as his little spoon. My hairless ass felt his meaty cock slip and slide between my cheeks, teasing my soft skin.

Now he reached both of his chubby hands with his longer and thicker arms down to the back of both of my thighs and swung my legs forwards and upwards like I was sitting in a chair in the water. His control of me was complete and he spread my legs as far as he could and brought his girthy gun up to its target, my hairless and wet sphincter. Thank god for the drugs, because underwater sex is not smooth. Water does not make things slip in, it dries out the skin. I hope there was left over lube, spit, or even his cum inside me to make it easier. But it didn't matter to me. Even with the drugs flooding my nervous system, I still felt him rip me in two, and water fill in the crevices of my hole where his cock didn't cover.

This time I let out a loud shriek at the pain as he split me open. He had no hand to stop me, unless he dropped one of my legs. But he was more resourceful than that, this night. Instead he squatted, and lowered the both of us until my mouth and part of my nose was underwater. My screams quickly became rapid bubbles as his head could still tower over and look down upon my misery. He whispered in my ear, "Every time you scream, I'll dunk you while I fuck you. I don't care if you live or die. I buried bodies in the desert, I'll bury yours too... you slutty faggot. We're past the point of no return. So stop being a little bitch, and you'll walk out of here soon enough. Well... if you can walk."

And with that he plowed upwards into me again, folding me at the knees and hunching over me. He came to his senses and then lifted my head out of water, allowing me to breath again. This time I bit both my lips down, curling them inside my mouth. My moans became pathetic, muffled cries and whimpers as he continued to fuck up and into me. I could feel water slushing around inside me as his cock pumped in and out. I felt the lips of my hole start to strain, itch, and scratch as the combination of his raw dick, water, and chlorine all irritated my hole, contrasting with the stimulation of Dave's mighty mallet pounding away.

Dave must have liked when we were hunched over just before, because he did it again. He curled my legs against my own shoulders, folding me like a beach chair, pressing me against him as he leaned forward, completely submerging my head under water. I panicked but did my best to hold my breath and close my eyes. Underwater I could barely hear a thing, except for the dampened thumps and shifts from within, as he relentlessly wrecked me from behind and below. Bubbles started to escape my nose, and then eventually my lips.

I felt David's grip on my legs squeeze without care or apprehension. His cock now drilled harder than ever, ripping in and out, forcing more water back into my the depths of my cavern. He was close, but I needed him closer. I panicked, and let out a scream as loud as I could. I screamed at the pain he was causing me. I screamed for relief from drowning. I screamed for a good Samaritan to come across and rescue me. Yet all my screams accomplished was to create a small pile of bubbles at the surface. Just as those bubbles became scarce, Dave's motions stopped. Instead I felt his cock hold in place, and the warm sensation of his hose draining its own fluids up into me, swirling with the pool water inside.

My senses were coming back. I began to shake my head and press upward against his chest and his chin that held me scrunched down. Whether it was mercy on his part or his need to stretch his opioid-treated back, he finally stood fully up and raised me with him, catching his own breath, as I shot up and blasted inhalations and exhalations for several minutes. I was still impaled on his spike as he walked me forward to the mechanical lift in the pool. This was a small chair on a small mechanical crane, meant for lifting paraplegics and elderly people into the pool. He placed me in it, buckled me in and left me there as he dove underwater and began to swim laps.

I felt the mixture of chlorinated water and semen slowly leak out of me as I tried to stretch and relax my hole, searching and feeling if there was any bleeding. I looked down where my fluids dripped and leaked, and was relieved to see no blood or any other unwelcome sights. I got the feelings in my arms enough to shimmy about, but my hands were still tied at the wrist and I was buckled into this chair like a helpless cripple. And of course... my brain was still so foggy, I nearly slipped into and out of consciousness just waiting there. Eventually, Dave swam to the steps of the pool and walked out, grabbing a towel and padding himself dry. I could catch the speckled water droplets in the moonlight on the thick strands of hair on his back, ass, chest, and limbs, until he dried them all away. He turned and looked over to me, cracked the dumbest smile, and walked over to the crane controls.

The mechanical whirring was slow and annoying as he used the crane to lift me out of the water and bring me over to him. He clicked off the power of the crane, unbuckled me, and then picked me up, tossing me over a shoulder, with my tied hands draped against his back. Every now and then, he'd massage my butt-cheeks, slap them, kiss the side of them, and even finger my hole as we walked into the men's locker room, past the lockers and into the showers. There, he rinsed, soaped, rinsed again, and even washed my hair before rinsing it once more. He washed himself as he washed me. It would almost be tender if I didn't utterly loathe this hypocritical, closeted asshole. But just like before, I had suffered enough, and I clung to his words of hope, that he didn't care if I lived or died, but that I needed to play along if I wanted to walk out of here. So despite being able to walk now, I let him do what he wanted.

After the shower, he brought me to a bench and dried me off, sometimes while sitting and others while laying on the bench. After he dried parts of me that he was clearly extra-attracted to, he kissed and licked there for a few seconds. He did this all over my hairless body: my hole (of course) and the cheeks encompassing it, my lips and the cheeks on my face as well, my armpits, my balls, even the tip of the dick, before ending with an awkward amount of time spent on my smooth, but now slightly water-wrinkled feet. Once his cleaning ritual was complete, he carried me again, this time across both his shoulders and around his head, like a pioneer carrying buckets of water, which at first squished my balls until I maneuvered them. He walked us up the stairs and back into his office laying me down on his desk, still bound at the hands with the soggy but tight rope.

He walked over to the couch, tossed off the seat cushions, and now creaking noises filled the room as he pulled up a hide-a-bed, ending with an old and flat mattress flapping as it unfolded onto the springs. He pulled some sheets and a blanket from his closet and set them up with the bed. 2 flat pillows were pulled from underneath the hide-a-bed, yellow-stained and at least a decade old. He placed them on the bed, gave me a look, and then walked over to his mini-fridge, pulling out a water, and opening the small mirror over his sink, pulling out several orange bottles with white caps.

I heard him pound the sink as he crushed some pills together. He pulled powder out of a small baggie and mixed into a water bottle, along with the crushed pills. Then he turned and slowly walked over to me with the bottle. I eyed him like a character in Jurassic Park, eyeing the vibrating water in the car. He saw my fear and opened his mouth, his strained and deep voice trying to calm me. "I already told you in the pool. If you want to walk out of here, play nice. I've got an excuse for the rest of the weekend. I'm going to fuck you. A LOT. Lord knows I need it and you deserve it. Now I can do this the hard way, tying your ass to a pipe, drugging you far more than this, and then let you shit yourself in your sleep and wake up tired, sore, and a mess. Or... you can take this lighter dose. I tie your hands and feet together as they are, and you sleep in my arms tonight. And tomorrow night. And on the day after that, I let you go. So... what'll it be, buddy?"

I eyed him with malcontent for a split second, but I let it fade completely into dismay, let my shoulders drop, and nodded my head yes. He opened the bottled and placed it between my bound hands. I stared at it for a few seconds and mentally braced myself for the next 48 hours. Then I chugged the bottle. As I did, he bound my feet with zip-ties. Then he took my finished bottle and tossed it in the trash, before untying the uncomfortable rope, and replacing it with several zip-ties on my wrists as well. Then he placed his arms under me and cradle carried me to the sad hide-a-bed, and placed me on it, covering me. Afterwards he went to the sink and took a few pills of his own.

Back to the bed he came, getting in behind me, he wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his head into my neck and laying a series of kisses into my soft and drying skin. I couldn't deny the chills that went down my body as I felt this warmth around me. He was my enemy. I wanted him jailed, or even dead. But after the last several hours of torture and pain, I allowed myself to enjoy this brief reprieve. And as my eyes closed once more, I prepared myself for whatever was to come. Slowly... my mind drifted into the black of unconsciousness. In the last few seconds, I heard Dave's cell phone ring.

"Hey. Nah it's too late now. I'm passing out."

A scrambled voice from the other end seemed distraught.

"RELAX. I've closed the pool for the whole weekend. You can stop on by when we wake up. I'll text you. Probably around noon."

The distant voice relented to Dave's strained and exhausted placations.

"Brother, I promise you. I got loads of party tricks. And this guy... I promise you. He has the softest ass and mouth you have ever seen or felt. We are gonna have the weekend of our lives. I've unloaded in him 4 times already. Twice while he was knocked completely-the-fuck-out. Don't worry, there's plenty of pussy to share."

The distant voice said a few hopeful things I couldn't make out. I was close to passing out, and I couldn't tell if this was real or another dream.

"Let's try not to break this one, eh? Good night, Kitt." David beeped the call to a close, and I faded into nothingness.

To be continued...