The Locked Swimmer 1 & 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Part 1

I pulled off my goggles and looked up at the leaderboard. Fourth place. I slammed my fist on the water’s surface, letting my frustration get the better of me. I worked so hard. All that effort, all that preseason training and extra practices, just to lose out at the last second?

Water dripped from my body as I pulled myself out of the pool. I headed straight for the locker room, ignoring the words of consolation from my teammates. It wasn’t personal; I just needed to cool down.

The locker room was completely empty. There were still races going on, so most of my team would be out there cheering each other on. I should be out there. I felt a bit guilty leaving them, but damn… I didn’t want to be around anybody right now. I yanked my swim cap off, letting my hair breathe. It was usually light brown, though being wet made it appear much darker.

“Hey, you alright?” It was Cooper’s voice. My closest friend, and another freshman on the team.

“Yeah,” I replied. I sat down on a bench, holding my cap and goggles in my hands.

“Tough break,” he said. “Less than a tenth of a second.”

“From third!” I said a bit too loudly. “Sorry. I know you’re just trying to help. But I was shooting for first, and I didn’t even place. That hurts.”

“It’s alright,” he replied. He came over and sat next to me, then put an arm around my shoulder. “Try not to be so hard on yourself, Nate. It’s the first race of the season.”

Cooper’s touch was a welcome feeling. His arms were toned, and his body warmed me slightly against the chill that came with being wet. He smelled of chlorine. We both did. It was a scent you could never truly escape on the swim team.

I smiled. Things were better when he was around. “I guess you’re right. I just want to be faster, you know? We train and we train, but it just isn’t enough. I wish there were something more I could do.”

Cooper nodded. “I know the feeling.” He removed his arm and looked over at me.

I met his gaze, staring back into those cool blue eyes. They were the color of the pool; not so vibrant, but with a depth to them. “What should I do?” I asked.

He glanced away, running a hand through his hair. “There is one thing you could try.”

“What?” I asked eagerly.

“You’re not gonna like it,” he said.

“Please, dude. I’m desperate here.”

“Well…” He looked to the ground, seeming embarrassed. “I’ve heard that the longer you go without getting off, the more testosterone you build up. And more testosterone means faster swimming.”

“Oh,” I said flatly. We sat there in silence for a moment, our thighs touching, wearing only our speedos. No jerking it? That seemed impossible. But if I was willing to wake up early, eat better, and train harder, I supposed I shouldn’t draw the line at jerking off. “For how long?” I finally asked.

Cooper perked up. “Wait, you’d really try it?”

“I mean sure, why not?”

“As long as you can, I guess. I’ve never actually done it before. It’s just what I’ve heard.” He stood, then began to pace back and forth. “Think about how fast you could be!”

“Wait wait wait. As long as I can?” It was a lot to take in. “Cooper, even if I wanted to keep it up, I’d definitely cave at some point. The season just started!”

“That’s true…” My teammate stopped in his tracks. “What about chastity?” he asked.

“What?”

“If you don’t think you could last that long, I could keep you accountable.” Cooper appeared more enthusiastic with every passing second.

“How would you do that?” I asked.

“Simple. We’ll get a cage for you, then I’ll hold on to the key. That way you won’t be tempted to give in.” He grinned. “This could really work, Nate.”

My jaw dropped. I felt my pulse quicken. My own teammate - no, my own friend - in control of something like that? It was too personal. Too intimate. “Coop, that’s… that’s crazy. I don’t know, man.”

He shrugged. “You don’t have to agree to it right now. Just consider it.”

Just then, we heard voices from outside the locker room. More of the team was starting to trickle back, having finished their own races. We dropped the conversation for now, but Cooper’s words stuck with me. I had a lot to think about.

Part 2

I sat up in bed, wide awake. Almost a week had passed since my conversation with Cooper, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get his idea out of my head.

My mind was stuck on what he said. I couldn’t shake it. I’d jacked off nearly every night this week thinking about it. The thought of giving up control terrified me, but the potential gains were too significant to ignore. It was a tradeoff: freedom for success. I agonized over it for days, waffling back and forth, weighing it all out.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, quickly typing out a text. “Let’s do it,” I wrote. My thumb hovered over ‘send,’ then I paused with uncertainty. Was I really going to commit to this? Before I could change my mind, my finger slipped. The text was sent. I quickly locked my phone and tossed it aside, then settled in under the covers, feeling a jumble of emotions as I tried to fall asleep. Horny. Excited. Nervous. Tomorrow would be a big day.