Brad walked briskly to the old wooden doc. The rest of the class was already there mingling around, stretching and getting ready for class to begin when Brad noticed he was the only one still wearing the tan shorts they had begun the day with. Everyone else was wearing skimpy European style speedos that matched their bikini tops. It looked more like a bunch of guys dressed like women in two piece bikinis than like a group of men going swimming.
"Well looks like someone is running a little late." Beamed a deep chuckling voice.
"Everyone in the water... except you ten," He announced.
"The next time you come to class you better be dressed in the appropriate attire. You understand?"
"Uh, yes sir," Was all Brad could muster for a response.
"Well get those shorts off and get your ass in the water ten."
Brad was in shock. Did this man want him to undress in front of everyone? Everyone would not only see him naked but with this cage encompassing his manhood.
"Now, ten. If you make me wait any longer, I promise you'll regret it." The drill instructor of a teacher assured him.
Brad was scared by the teacher's tone of voice. He surely meant it and god knows what kind of punishment would be dished out if Brad didn't quickly comply.
"Yes sir." Brad compliantly responded as he began pulling down his shorts in front of the teacher the class and the whole world. Brad's face was already warm from the sun beaming down on it, but now it was on fire with embarrassment as he dropped his shorts to the wooden dock.
"Good, now get your ass in the water."
Brad quickly scurried to the edge of the dock and leapt off into the cool lake water.
"Ok ladies you know the drill. To the other side , first there gets the carrot, last the stick."
Brad thought to himself, the teacher must be referring to the motivational concept of rewards and punishments. This means last back is going to be punished, and Brad knew he didn't want that.
The ten of them began swimming and Brad was in the rear, just trying to keep up. He swam and swam as fast as he could but just couldn't keep up with the pack. Some of them would have to flip over and float on their back to take a rest and catch their breath, others seemed to just take off and disappear. Brad would just about catch up to the swimmer in front of him from time to time only to have him flip over and swim away. Brad couldn't catch up. Not only was he out of shape but this heavy steel cage was weighting him down. He finally had to take a break, so he started floating to catch his breath.
"You better get your flabby little ass in gear there ten, or your gunna be today's big loser." It was the instructor. He was following along on a jet ski alongside the line of racing swimmers.
Brad tried to say. "Yes sir." But just couldn't catch his breath well enough to get it out.
"Tell you what; since it's your first day I'll cut you a break. " He said throwing a floating tube into the water next to Brad.
"Get in." The instructor yelled as he revved up and started taking the slack out of the rope.
Brad gladly pulled himself up onto the float and held on as he was slowly towed towards the far side of the lake. They were staying close to the line of swimmers, for about half an hour, when they passed the last three swimmers trying desperately not to be last
"OK. This is as far as I take you. Get your ass to the shore." Brad heard the teacher call back to him.
Brad slid out of the tube and back into the cool lake water. He looked around and saw not too far away the rocky shore of the lake. Brad was rested and ready to complete the final stage of this contest, so he began to confidently swim towards the shore and the other men. Brad swam for a few minutes and then stopped to float and catch his breath. He was passed by two of the men while he was laying there but still thought he was far enough ahead of the last man that he could easily avoid whatever punishment awaited last place.
Brad was probably a hundred feet from the shore when the last man finally caught then passed him. Brad was completely exhausted. He had given it his all and even with the ride was still last. Finally he made it to the rocky shore of the far side and was climbing out of the lake. He climbed up to the top of the rocks where the rest of the men were standing around looking back at him struggle to get out of the labyrinth of boulders. Just as Brad reached the top and the clearing above, he heard a voice from the lake call out.
"OK ladies. Last one back gets the other half of the stick."
The dripping wet group began running back to the resort side down the path that ran all the way around the lake. Brad was keeping up with the string of runners and found himself in the middle of the pack. He was uncomfortable and embarrassed at the fact he was running completely naked, the shiny steel cage flopping violently in front of him and his feet sore from the lack of shoes. The string of men continued on until they finally made their way back to the dock, where the instructor awaited.
"Ok looks like one gets the other half of the stick." The instructor said clearly indicating who had finished the foot race last.
"Four was the winner again so he gets free time the rest of the day. As for one and ten, I will deal with you two later tonight."
"You all better hurry up and get to class." The gruff drill sergeant hollered.
Brad and the rest of the swimmers picked up their shorts and slipped them on over their bikini bottoms, all except Brad of course who had been shamelessly flopping around.
Brad spotted nine walking back to the resort and hurried to catch up with him.
"Hey buddy, I got promoted to second grade so I guess I'm going to class with you." Brad declared as he rushed to catch up.
The two made small talk, as they made their way to the next classroom.
The classroom was at the top of stone steps just like the first class and once inside looked exactly like the previous room. There was a large flat screen on the wall behind the teacher's desk and two rows of desks aligned towards the front of the room.
"Ah yes nine and ten." The new teacher spoke as the door opened.
Brad was surprised at what he saw before him. A tall dark haired woman with large protruding breasts barely held in place by her top. She was wearing a black latex top and red latex mini skirt with tall black boots.
"Only two of you in my class today, so why don't you both take a seat here in the front." She said motioning to the two desks in the front row closest to her desk.
"Now, nine and I have already met, but why don't you tell me a little about yourself ten." The imposing woman instructed, as she sat on the front edge of her desk crossing her shiny black boots.
Brad was a little taken aback by the question. No one here seemed to care a lick about how he felt let alone showed any interest in him.
"Well, umm my name is Brad."
The teacher jumped up from her desk and slammed her hand on the desk in front of Brad scaring the living crap out of him.
