Swim Practice with Trent

It is Thursday evening and time for practice. You start later than the other team members, so the locker room was empty when you arrived. The combination lock was missing from your locker, and everything inside was damp and smelled of piss. Inside the locker door was written "Die Fag!". In the past, you might have been scared, but now you were just angry.

Fuck you, Trent. I thought we had moved past this shit. You pissed off the wrong demigod.

You tossed the urine-soaked items in the trash, selected a new locker, and changed for practice. No need to involve anyone else; this was between you and Trent.

You found an empty lane for warm-up, swam your laps, and looked over at Trent.

{if trentChange ==3}Trent was leaning over the ropes talking with a swimmer in the next lane. You had to suppress a laugh when you realized the other swimmer was Dominic, aka Dominic the Destroyer. Dominic was built like a tank. Trent ducked under the ropes, grabbed Dominic from behind, and wrapped his legs around Dominic waist.

"YeeHaw lil'doggies."

Dominic laughed and tried to buck Trent off.

Oh, Dominic, you have no idea, a horse is not what Trent is thinking about mounting right now.

{elseif trentChange ==1}Trent was touching himself as he checked out Vadim's package in the lane next to him. Vadim was legendary for having the largest cock on the team. He always wore Speedos that were too small; he said it was to intimate the competition. Vadim noticed Trent and swam over to him. He whispered something in Trent's ear. Trent tried to back away, but Vadim grabbed Trent's hand and pressed it against his crotch. Trent froze. Eventually, Vadim laughed and swam back to his lane.

{else}Trent was on fire today at practice. Usually, Coach was yelling at Trent to work harder or stop goofing off, but today Trent was getting nothing but praise. Trent was Coach's "good little swimmer." You even heard Trent call Coach, "sir."{endif}

You swam over to Trent's lane. When he noticed you, Trent's eyes lite up, but then he looked away. Trent did not speak to, but when resting between sets, you noticed that Trent frequently brushed up against you. You finished practice, used your new locker, and changed for strength training. You were going to rip Trent a new asshole when you got him alone.

As you walked down the hall toward the weight room, Trent ran up behind you and grabbed your arm.

"In here."

Trent pulled you through a door labeled Physical Therapy Gym. You looked around the room and saw that it was a smaller version of the main weight room and included equipment modified for individuals with different accessibility needs.

Trent pushed you against the wall and locked the door.

Not this time, asshole. I am not your punching bag anymore.