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The Swim Destruction

by Merlin

The Swim Destruction

Kevin Marsh has always been a superstar. In high school, he captained the football, baseball and swimming teams and was president of the student council. Now a junior in college, his abilities seemed to have no bounds.

Standing 6 feet tall and weighing 185 pounds of hard defined muscle, Kevin conquered all athletic competitors and the hottest sorority chicks as well. Captain of the swim team, NCAA division champion, all-around BMOC; few could even dream to compare themselves to Kevin Marsh. Those who did routinely failed.

Ming was Kevin’s total opposite. Ming grew up in China and moved to the United States as a foreign exchange student. At age 19, Ming stood 4’10’’ tall and weighed about 85 pounds – mostly skin and bones, but definitely more bones than skin.

Ming excelled in academics. After getting accepted to university in America as a foreign exchange student, Ming’s grandfather, concerned about Ming’s physical shortcomings, gave Ming a recipe book of ancient herbs and elixirs – after all, Ming would need all the help he could get given his small stature and lack of physical attributes. Perhaps, Ming’s grandfather surmised, the elixirs could help Ming excel where it seemed destined Ming would surely fail.

Ming’s grandfather used to say that the ancient herbs and elixirs – when mixed properly, of course -- could achieve almost any result. At the time, Ming thought the old man was living in a dream world. However, since Ming did not want to offend the old man, he graciously accepted the recipe book and packed it away for his long trip to America.

Once at university, Ming quickly found himself the victim of ridicule – largely due to his dwarf like stature and lack of any physical acumen. Ming was dubbed the campus “pygmy” by Kevin; the nick-name stuck and was repeated around campus regularly. Indeed, Kevin and others often mocked Ming as being the perfect example of an imperfect physique. How true it was. Ming had substantial physical shortcomings indeed.

The extent by which Ming was humiliated was campus legend. One time, in biology class, Ming made the mistake of sitting in Kevin’s seat. No, the seats had not been previously assigned; Kevin simply wanted Ming’s seat for reasons which went unexplained to Ming or anybody else. Perhaps it was because Cindy, the hot sorority chick, was seated in front of Ming. Cindy was, of course, the latest recipient of Kevin’s eight inch pussy-stabber. Maybe there were other reasons. Only Kevin knew. Rather than asking Ming to simply pick a different seat, Kevin just lifted Ming out of the seat, threw Ming over his shoulders, and placed Ming into a garbage can in the back of the room. The entire class roared in laughter as the desperate Ming flailed in the garbage can unable to escape. Suffice it to say, Ming was utterly dejected; humiliated by the campus hotshot; mocked by students; his life was an utter mess.

Ming nearly returned to China that evening, but the thought of giving up on university and returning Xian Province, a poor farming community which held no future and no promise persuaded Ming to stay. Ming was desperate for a change. How could he make things change, he thought to himself repeatedly. Ming suddenly remembered his grandfather’s elixir recipes. Perhaps, the recipes held the key after all. Maybe the old man wasn’t crazy. Ming raced through his belongings, looking frantically for the book. At last, Ming stumbled across it beneath a pile of newspapers and other junk wedged in his closet.

Ming opened the recipe book. It was organized like a text book. The first page had a table of contents. The table reflected various chapters, including, “Mind control;” “Physical Transformations;” and “Special Powers.” Ming turned to the chapter on “Mind Control” and read up on the ancient elixir which when properly used would make its recipient receptive to suggestive thoughts.

The elixir was quite easy to make; standard household items; it took Ming about twenty minutes to make after assembling all of the ingredients. The elixir had a strange water-like consistency and a mild floral smell. The recipe indicated the elixir worked best when absorbed through the skin. No more than a tablespoon was necessary for ideal results and the mind would become open to suggestive thoughts for approximately five minutes. However, the book indicated that suggestive thoughts, once planted could remain for weeks – if not more – depending on the willpower of the recipient’s mind.

While making the elixir, Ming debated who he would use the elixir on first. Of course, it didn’t take long for Ming to realize that Kevin would be the first recipient of the ancient elixir. Ming’s plan was to lace Kevin with the elixir while at the campus gym; but Ming was unsure just how he was going to go about doing this.

With some preliminary investigation, Ming learned that Kevin regularly went to the gym late at night after the crowds had long dispersed. This would be the best opportunity, Ming thought. Around midnight, Ming decided to head over to the gym and quickly saw Kevin working out.

Kevin was wearing a pair of red shorts with a gold tank top. The tank top vividly showed off Kevin’s exceptional physique; Kevin’s amazing muscle packed chest tapered into a narrow waist with flowing eight-pack abs. Kevin’s muscular definition was incredible and was accentuated by his perfect tan. Ming started to salivate.

Kevin was working out on a bench press and had stacked at least 245 pounds of weight on the bar. Ming noticed Kevin’s towel which was conveniently placed behind the bench seat. As Kevin started to blow out reps, Ming casually approached Kevin and quickly dripped some of the elixir on Kevin’s towel. Mission accomplished. Ming positioned himself on the bench seat next to Kevin and waited for his plan of action to unfold. Ming found the excitement to be intoxicating.

After blowing out ten reps, Kevin noticed Ming on the bench seat next to his. No weights had been placed on the bar at Ming’s bench and it looked as if Ming was just going to work-out by lifting the bar itself. Kevin smirked at Ming and taunted: “Hey pygmy, lifting the bar…wow…is that how you got that pathetic body?” Kevin reached for his towel and wiped his face and shoulders down. As Kevin started to rub the towel on his well developed bicep peaks, Ming started to smile. This hot stud was finally going to pay, Ming thought.

Very gradually, the ancient herbs and minerals slowly absorbed into Kevin’s body.

Kevin proceeded to easily blow out another 10 reps; and when he was finished looked over to Ming and said: “Fuck, yeah…that wimp…is how it is done.” Kevin stood up and lifted up his tank top and flexed his muscles – revealing his ripped wash-board abs. The band of Kevin’s black jock-strap peered above his shorts. “Yeah…my body is grade A…fuck’n grade A.”

About two minutes later, the elixir started to impact Kevin’s mind and body. Kevin started to feel dazed and sat at the edge of the bench, yielding to the elixir’s presence in his body. Ming could readily see that Kevin was being affected by the elixir by the expressionless look on Kevin’s face. The recipe book had indicated this would happen and it was time for Ming to spring into action.

Ming approached the zonked muscle stud and stared into Kevin’s blue eyes.

“That’s right, Kevin, don’t look away” Ming uttered. “Keep looking deep into my eyes.”

Kevin attempted to look away, but couldn’t. He was somehow for reasons he didn’t understand entranced by Ming’s gaze. “What the fuck” Kevin muttered.

“Keep looking Kevin, keep looking Kevin, Ming must be obeyed, Ming must be obeyed, keep looking at my eyes, Ming must be obeyed, Kevin must obey Ming.”

Kevin muttered “No way, what the fuck, Ming,…er… obeyed, fuck …”

“Don’t resist Kevin. Ming must be obeyed. You must obey me.” “Kevin is just a weak boy. Kevin must obey Ming.”

“No…er…Kevin is just a boy…obey…no…” Kevin stuttered.

Kevin was trying his best to resist Ming’s suggestions, but Ming’s victory was inevitable. The elixir was just too powerful.

Ming whispered a command into Kevin’s ears: “You must obey Ming…you are just a weak little boy.”

Kevin recited Ming’s command: “Kevin must obey Ming. Kevin is just a weak little boy.”

The muscle stud was zapped. Ming smirked and said, “Gotcha, hotshot! Now it’s my turn.”

Ming finished planting his suggestive mind control thoughts: “You will not remember anything. However, you must always obey Ming. You will never know why you must obey Ming, but you will believe it was your own choice to do so. After all how could a super stud hot shot swim champ like yourself be forced to take orders from little Ming?”

After planting the suggestive thoughts, Ming left the gym and headed home. His plan was successful and Kevin, completely unaware of what had happened, finished his workout, giving his body a perfect pump.

The next day, Ming went to the campus swimming pool. As planned, there he found Kevin doing laps in preparation for the upcoming swim meet.

“I challenge you to a swim race,” Ming exclaimed. Kevin looked directly at Ming and laughed.

Ming interjected, “I’m faster than you, and I bet that even with all your muscles you get tired half way across the pool and have to quit.”

Kevin said, “Fuck you pygmy, I’ll kick your ass. It won’t even be close.” “I’ve never lost a swim race” Kevin boasted.

“O.K. hotshot, maybe you are right…” indicated Ming.

Kevin belted, “I am right … not maybe…You look completely out of shape. No way can you take me. Never! I’m the NCAA freestyle swim champion.”

Ming interjected “Great champ, then you should have no problem beating me, unless of course, weak little Kevin is afraid to race Ming?”

Kevin couldn’t believe what he heard. He looked down at his ripped hard body and raised his arms above the water -- pumping his biceps into peaks of pure muscle power. Kevin followed up by exclaiming, “See these biceps, wimp…see this body….this is why nobody ever stands a chance against me.” Kevin proceeded to flex his back and shoulders showing Ming the defined muscle striations of his body. “See this … I have the body every athlete wishes they had. I have the body you wish you had.”

Ming glanced over Kevin’s muscle body seemingly unimpressed. Ming laughed, “You are so arrogant.”

Kevin touched the muscles in his chest with his left hand. “Fuck yeah,” Kevin exclaimed flexing his chest for added emphasis. “My body is in Grade A condition. I’m ripped and ready. Nobody can beat me…O.K… asshole, let’s race…But let’s put some money on it.”

“How … uh …err… how much do you want to bet?” Ming stuttered, feigning trepidation.

Kevin salivated and whooped, “$100.00. Put your money where you mouth is.”

Ming stammered “err. that’s a lot of money for me…but … um… I’ll do it…but you know what…umm…I don’t want your money hotshot....”

Kevin laughed at Ming’s hesitation, “I knew you would bail.”

Ming mentioned, “No, champ…I just want something other than money from you… how about if you win, I pay you $100.00…but if I win…hmm… I get to spank you.”

“Spank me?” Kevin asked in disbelief. “Are you fucking crazy?” “No way.”

Ming interjected, “But you’re the hot shot NCAA swim champ. You can’t lose to me, right? Maybe you are the real wimp!”

Kevin exclaimed, “Dude…you are perverted little fuck…”

Ming goaded “So…the NCAA freestyle swim champ is afraid to race…I knew it…the hot shot is really just a wimp…the champ is scared…”

Prodded by Ming’s taunts, Kevin blurted “Fuck you…asshole…I’m not afraid to race a freak like you…There is no chance I can lose to you…so…let’s do it.”

Ming salivated, “Great, let’s race to the other end of the pool and back. But, maybe you should stretch first to stop your muscles from getting cramped up.”

Kevin interjected, “I’m ready and I don’t need any pointers on swimming from you.”

Ming said, “Very well. Then.” Ming quickly pulled off his t-shirt revealing his scrawny muscle-less body.

“Wow” Kevin roared, “Your body is pathetic. It’s worse than I thought.” Kevin grinned as he proceeded to flex every muscle in his body and held the pose so that Ming could get a close look of who the real stud was. Kevin tightened his midsection so that Ming could witness his exemplary eight-pack which descended down into the champ’s narrow waist. Kevin declared, “My ripped body versus your skin and bones. This is the easiest $100.00 bucks I’ll ever earn. You are -”

In Kevin’s mid-sentence, Ming suddenly did a cannon ball into the swimming pool sending a ripple of water into Kevin’s mouth.

Kevin gargled “arghh...cough….cough…asshole...fuck…you asshole.”

Kevin’s irritation with Ming’s pool entry was minimized only by the thought of making a quick $100.00 and observing Ming nearly lose his board shorts after coming up for air.

Kevin mocked, “Ming, those shorts must be xxx small…and still they are way to big for you. Your body is a joke.”

Ming ignored Kevin’s insults and mentioned “O.K. champ, if I lose, I pay you $100.00. If you lose, I get to spank you. Deal?”

Kevin laughed and said “Right.”

Ming positioned himself next to Kevin. While doing so, Ming took in the breathtaking site of Kevin’s hard body. He observed the swim champs rippled midsection, narrow waist, and beautiful package contained only by a skimpy pair of blue Speedo’s.

Kevin sneered at Ming. Kevin decided that he wasn’t going to just beat Ming – he was going to crush Ming in a record setting freestyle blaze. His goal was to finish both laps before Ming even made it half-way through the first lap.

The thought of the impending victory was intoxicating. Kevin adjusted his Speedo’s, making sure that his bulging pussy-stabber was amply contained in light of the record breaking pace he planned to unleash on the pathetic Ming. Kevin gave his manhood a gentle squeeze and thought about which hot sorority chick he would spend Ming’s money on in the evening. “Fuck” Kevin murmured to himself… “I am one hot stud…I’m going get some pussy action tonight.”

“O.K. on the count of three we race – to the other end and back,” reiterated Ming.

Kevin smirked and nodded in agreement.

Ming exulted, “Ready, 1, 2, 3 …”

After “3” rolled from Ming’s lips, like an instinctual reaction, Kevin surged from the pool wall. Kevin’s graceful and commanding freestyle strokes put significant distance between himself and Ming just seconds after the race commenced. Nearing the halfway point, Kevin turned around and looked back at Ming sputtering along, seemingly doing the dog paddle stroke. Kevin started to laugh but nevertheless remained focused on the inevitable victory.

Kevin reached the half way point, but suddenly he started to tire and had some cramping in his left leg. His graceful freestyle strokes that had won countless gold medals became labored and uneven. His kicks became discombobulated due to the muscle cramping. “Fuck,” muttered…Kevin. “What the fuck. Ohhh…My leg.”

Ming watched with a smile as the champ dramatically slowed at the half-way point. Ming muttered “That right, champ…slow down…cramp up…”

Kevin’s machine like movements rapidly became strained. “What’s happening,” Kevin thought to himself. Kevin burrowed as hard as he could. “I’m the champion. I can’t lose” Kevin repeated to himself after each stroke and kick.

Kevin finally reached the end of the pool nearly exhausted and realized that Ming was a mere ten feet behind him. “Fuck…get moving…get fucking moving…you can’t lose to this wimp” Kevin muttered to himself.

A frustrated Kevin rapidly positioned himself so that he could push off the wall to gain some forward momentum for the return lap. Normally Kevin would do an underwater summersault but that was out of the question in light of the throbbing muscle pain in his leg. Just as Kevin was doing so, Kevin observed Ming’s boney hands grasp the pool wall. Ming and Kevin were essentially tied. Kevin couldn’t believe what was happening. The thought of losing the race to Ming of all people started racing through Kevin’s mind.

Kevin’s attempt to push off the wall and generate a surge of forward momentum failed. His strength was exhausted, the cramping was overwhelming, and any forward momentum was impossible. Kevin started to panic and yelped “No…No…No!…I can’t lose…No! Fuck! No!”

Ming lurched forward and easily passed by Kevin who appeared to be just barely treading water. Ming turned his head and looked back at the flailing swim champion. Ming smirked, and yelled “I knew you were just a weak little boy and not a champion.”

Kevin heard Ming’s taunt and was in shock. Kevin murmured, “fuck no…I’m the champion...no…no!”

Kevin made one last ditch effort to achieve victory. He dove forward but only managed to obtain minimal distance while at the same time swallowing a large mouthful of pool water. Kevin started to gargle. “Fuck…cough…cough…fuck…no!”

It was no use. The swim champ was spent. Dejected, Kevin grabbed the side of the pool lane and attempted to lift himself out of the water.

A few seconds later, Kevin heard Ming scream, “Yeah, I beat ya … hot shot.” Kevin looked towards the end of the pool and saw that Ming had completed the lap and had won the race. The sounds of Ming’s victory pierced Kevin’s mind. Kevin muttered, “Fuck … no way. I can’t believe this… no. no. no. What the fuck!…no!”

Ming quickly lifted himself from the water and ran towards Kevin whose arms were still straddling the pool wall in a hapless effort to get out of the water. Kevin’s leg cramping was even worse then before. Standing over Kevin, Ming flexed his biceps. Ming said, “See champ? These are the biceps of a real man. Maybe you are not so fast and strong after all.”

Seeing Kevin struggle to exit the pool, Ming reach down and grabbed the back of Kevin’s speedo’s to help leverage the defeated champion out of the water. Ming grasped Kevin’s speedo tightly and pulled with all his strength, wedging the speedo up Kevin’s ass and imposing excruciating pressure on Kevin’s pussy-stabber and ball-sack. Kevin yelped, “Ahhhh…my balls…fuck…my balls…stop..stop…fuck…no ahhh.” Ming disregarded Kevin’s protestations and continued -- finally pulling Kevin from the water. “Fuck…my fuckn’ balls.”

Kevin was on all fours panting for breath and grasping his aching balls. “Ah my balls…fuck…no…” Kevin sobbed. Ming said, “I beat you, hot shot. I won the bet…I thought you never lose…ha…ha…ha…” “Does this make me the new champion,” Ming asked in a mocking tone.

Kevin looked down in disbelief at his ripped body and said “This didn’t happen. No way.”

Ming smiled at Kevin and proclaimed, “Yes way, champ, Ming crushed you.” Ming grabbed Kevin’s defined arms and helped the defeated swim champ to his feet. After letting go, Ming dropped his arm down and brushed it against Kevin’s midsection and finally his firm package contained in the speedo. Kevin was still in defeats daze and didn’t notice Ming’s gentle squeeze of his pussy-stabber.

Ming grabbed the waistband of Kevin’s swimsuit, pulling the band out toward him and then letting it snap back into Kevin’ eight pack mid-section. Kevin grunted “Umf!” The sound ringed pleasure in Ming’s ears.

“What the fuck” the defeated champion muttered.

Ming pointed to Kevin’s ass and mentioned… “Champ…now about that bet you made…let’s see…I think I want to collect tonight…so…come over to my apartment later on…and make sure you bring your Speedo’s. Ming proceeded to write his address on a piece of paper, inserted it into the band of Kevin’s speedo’s, and proceeded to leave. Ming yelled back to Kevin, “See you at 7:00 champ, and don’t be late.”

To be Continued.

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