Going for the Gold
Olympic athletes must surrender so much in order to reach that one shining moment of glory. Even though young men who aspire to compete for the gold are at their sexual peaks, every moment of their day must be dedicated to training their bodies for the big event. Some find the stress too much and are left floundering in the deep end. Others are lucky enough to have a trainer who is dedicated enough to do whatever it takes to get them to the top.
It’s every competitive swimmers’ dream to compete in the Olympic games. But it’s no easy feat getting there. Sacrifices must be made from an early age and even then there’s no guarantee of success.
There’s the relentless training regimes day and night. Always focusing on shaving that micro-second which make the different between the victors and the also-rans.
Steve Hilton has been in regular training since childhood and is the nation’s best hope of a medal in years.
He’s put in the time and effort on a daily basis since before he can remember but for some reason it just isn’t paying dividends at the moment as he struggles to regain his form.
“Come on Steve! Go for it!” says his trainer.
“Keep your rhythm … ”
Steve can feel a tightening in his leg and despite his best efforts slows considerably. He’s well aware of the weight of expectation hanging over him but finds the going harder than ever.
But like every true champion he keeps pushing himself regardless of personal cost.
Mr Hastings the trainer checks the timer; not a great result.
He records Steve’s latest time with a shake of the head. This is not Olympic form. At this rate he’ll be lucky to even get through the qualifiers.
“Come on Steve, I’ve seen you do better than this!”
Steve pushes himself on determined to show his trainer that he’s still got what it takes when he gets a sudden spasm of pain in his leg and he’s has to halt suddenly.
“Keep going Steve,” demands Mr Hastings. ”I can’t,” complains Steve, “I have cramp in my leg.”
“That’s the third time today,” says his trainer, now frustrated.
“Get out and rest.”
Disheartened, Steve paddles his way to the steps.
Another cramp! Steve’s never suffered like this before so why now?
Mr Hastings holds out Steve’s towel for him. He’s been coaching Steve for the past few years and has seen him make massive progress. It pains him to see Steve struggling like this.
He returns to his chart of statistics and compares the latest figures against Steve’s previous training session.
He’s worried. But it’s important not to let Steve become aware of just how worried he is.
Confidence is a hugely important factor when it comes to any athletic performance. Lose that and you’re behind before you’ve even started.
Steve frets as he towels himself down. His body has never failed him as often as it has this last week or two. He knows that something has to be done or else all his dreams of Olympic glory will be washed away.
Mr Hastings glances at the young man at his side for whom the dream of a gold medal can still be a reality providing they can rectify the obvious problem that Steve is struggling with.
“Steve,” he says warmly, knowing that something has to be done to help him.”
“The try-outs are only a month away.”
“I know,” he says filled with frustration.
“and the closer it gets the more nervous I am.”
Steve is obviously emotional and upset by the latest turn of events. Mr Hastings wants to put a reassuring arm around his young protégé but feels uncomfortable with the physical contact. Instead he stiffly pats him on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry Steve. We’ll get you sorted.”
“But I want to be the best.”
“I’ve heard about an excellent physical trainer.”
“I’ll book an appointment.”
“Okay, thank you.” Steve breathes a sigh of relief. Mr Hastings has never let him down and maybe - just maybe - this new physical trainer that he's found can turn his fortune back around. Whatever it takes.
“Now,” says the trainer, “let’s try again.”
Steve looks in admiration and gratitude at his trainer. Mr Hastings has always done all right by him and if he says this physical trainer is excellent then he will be.
Mr Hastings blows his whistle. “No time to waste Steve. Let’s go.”
Steve walks to the side of the pool and prepares to launch himself back into his strict training schedule.
As the water envelops him Steve realises that for now all his hopes lie in the hands of this new physical trainer. The session can’t come quick enough. And whatever it takes to take him to the top of his sport then that's just what he and Mr Hastings will have to do.
It is another busy day at the sports physical therapy clinic. Young men are ushered in and out of the office in a steady stream all under the watchful eye of Dr Stevens. There is a cold and clinical atmosphere to the office which young athletes inevitably find very intimidating. Dr Stevens enjoys the authority of her position and will not tolerate young men who do not follow her instructions. After all, it is only with her expertise that they can really become the best!
Abigail Stevens is now an accomplished therapist of some repute. She is world renowned for her revolutionary methods which get the most out of her clients. Her college paper is now required reading for anyone following her into the profession.
She looks through her next patient's referral notes. Interesting case this. All the ability but seemingly unable to perform to the best of his ability.
The phone on her desk buzzes.
“Yes? Yes, send him in.”
Abigail stands to greet her newest clients. “Hello, I’m Steve’s trainer.” Mr Hastings introduces himself. “Nice to meet you,” she replies.
She appraises her new charge before indicating that he should get himself up onto the table.
“Steve is training for the Olympic try-outs,”
“but he’s been very tense.”
“I see,” says the doctor.
“He works himself very hard.”
“I want to be the best!”
“But I want him to be very relaxed for the try-outs.”
“Of course.”
“I’m qualified in sports massage having worked on top college football players.”
“And I’m well versed in therapy for Olympic athletes.” She indicates a picture on the wall showing one of her existing clients.
Steve is understandably anxious about missing out on his Olympic place but his mood lightens when he sees the photo hanging on her wall.
“Mr Hastings! Have you see who it is?”
“He’s my idol!”
“Very impressive.”
“I get so tense…” he explains.
“… my muscles cramp.”
“I’ll soon sort you out,” she says reassuringly.
“He’s my pride…”
“… he’s my best student.”
Mr Hastings ruffles Steve’s hair affectionately.
Feeling a little uncomfortable with watching Steve undergo his therapy Mr Hastings makes his excuses to leave “I’ll step out while you work.”
Steve is distressed to be left here with this new therapist. He’s come to rely greatly on Mr Hastings.
“Why don’t you observe the therapy? Then you can perform it yourself after practises.”
“I did this for Ian Thorpe’s trainer who took him on to win the gold.”
“Really? Perfect.”
“I’ll conduct a preliminary exam first.”
“Remove your shirt and jeans.”
Steve hands Mr Hastings his jacket and removes his shoes.
“My you’ve been training hard.”
She checks him over, inspecting his body for possible signs of stress.
She runs her hand over his washboard stomach.
Using some callipers she measures what little fat she can find.
“Barely any fat on you!”
“I have him on a strict programme.”
“So I see.”
She puts the callipers back on the shelf.
“Your heart rate is high and this could indicate a high amount of stress,” she tuts disaprovingly.
“Stand up please.”
“Stretch your arms up…”
“…bend forward to touch your toes.”
“Hmm… Difficult to judge his flexibility.”
“It would be better if he was wearing his swim gear.”
“Steve, you have your swim gear with you right?”
Steve reaches into his bag and and retrieves his costume.
“Is there a toilet I can change in?”
“Young man, we haven’t much time. Change into them now please.”
Steve looks to his trainer for instruction. Mr Hastings nods and then looks away.
Embarrassed, Steve pulls down his boxers.
The doctor watches closely as Steve reluctantly reveals himself.
His penis and balls spring into view.
Dr Stevens eyes scan down his body, expertly taking in and assessing every feature.
There is no doubt this strong athlete is healthy, but she can already tell that he's carrying a great deal of tension. It's such a common thing among young men with so much ambition. Helping them has become her passion.
Steve now stands naked in front of both his trainer and the female doctor and is desparate to get back into his trunks and begin the treatment that will hopefully see him propelled to Olympic Glory. But are Mr Hastings and Steve ready for Dr Stevens' unorthodox methods. Only one way to find out and that's to dive straight in.
Steve hurriedly pulls up his trunks while the doctor takes a good look at his genitals.
He’s almost dying with embarrassment having just exposed his penis to both his trainer and this strong female doctor and desperately wants to cover himself up.
He tucks his balls back into his trunks under the watchful gaze of Dr Stevens.
The doctor explains to Mr Hastings, “Swimmers’ flexibility relies so much on the cut…”
“and the fabric of his swimwear.”
"I'll show you."
The doctor tucks her fingers into his costume testing the tension around his genitals.
She rolls her fingers on the inside of his tight swimming shorts, very close to his penis and balls.
Steve looks on uncomfortably as the doctor continues her inspection.
She tugs and manipulates the fabric seeing how it strains against his genitals.
Steve is overwhelmed at the authority the doctor exudes. He feels completely in her hands and unable to object to any of this.
Steve recoils as the doctor snaps the elastic on his trunks.
His stomach is fluttering he feels so vulnerable and exposed.
The doctor again surveys Steve up and down. Mr Hastings awaits her verdict on the situation.
“Lift your leg and stretch out your right arm.”
Steve wobbles uncertainly while the doctor inspects the fit of his costume.
“You see,” she points out…
“the cut of the swim wear can restrict his mobility.”
She ducks to one knee and continues to test the fabric around his crotch.
Her finger digs underneath the fabric grazing the skin of his scrotum.
With her fingers brushing against his genitals it causes Steve to jump.
Steve clumsily tries to balance in place while the doctor circles his privates with complete authority.
She traces the line of his penis and his balls seeing how they are constricted by his trunks.
“Okay, lie down on the table.”
“Hmm,” she muses, deciding how to take his treatment forward.
“As I suspected,” she says absently.
“This should prove my theory,” she explains to Mr Hastings, bending Steve’s leg towards his chest assessing the tension.
“Yes,” she congratulates herself.
Steve hopes this doctor knows her stuff, the Olympic qualifiers are coming up thick and fast and he just has to be at his best to stand any chance.
“You see how the fabric pulls against his genitals when he stretches.”
She runs her finger against the front of his trunks to emphasise her point.
Steve flinches. He instinctively looks to his trainer to intervene, to stop this woman from touching his private parts.
“This causes tension,” she continues.
“I see,” he responds, taking in everything she’s telling him.
“Over time, this tension in the body can effect the athlete psychologically. He can become depressed.”
“Is that really true?”
“Certainly. Let me show you.”
The doctor reaches for Steve’s speedos and pulls them down
His cock and balls spill out into plain view.
Steve looks aghast as the doctor exerts her authority over him.
He is horrified as the speedos are pulled down around his ankles and off him completely, leaving him utterly exposed.
Doctor Stevens flexes his leg again, noting how much more freely it moved this time.
After a few repetitions Steve himself is beginning to notice the difference.
“That feels more comfortable, doesn’t it Steve?”
“Yes,” Steve agrees quietly.
She pushes his leg flat again preparing for the next stage of the treatment.
She begins manipulating his penis and testicles.
His balls are tight and warm after being encased in the swim wear.
She stretches and sooths the skin.
“These bits become so restricted during the competition.”
“This, combined with his natural sexual urges…”
“… causes his muscles to cramp.”
“I don’t ask about my trainee’s sexual life.”
“But you must…” the doctor insists.
“…if he’s going Olympic!”
All Steve’s ever wanted is to represent his nation at the Olympics and he knows that his trainer is behind him all the way.
“Feel how full his balls are.”
“I couldn’t …”
He shrugs, unable to bring himself to touch his young swimmer in such a way.
Go on!” she insists.
Having had enough of his nonsense she grabs his wrists and firmly places his hands onto Steve’s genitals.
“See what I mean?”
The two men freeze completely, shocked at this sudden intimate physical contact.
"Yes, I see what you mean,” Mr Hastings mumbles uncomfortably.
Steve looks up in horror at his trainer. The men don't know how to handle this sudden contact and are instantly uncomfortable. They listen closely to the doctor as she is a renowned expert. If this is what it takes they are going to have to get over their personal discomfort.
Shocked at having just having his balls cupped by his trainer under the instruction of Doctor Stevens, he fights the urge to get up, grab his personal belongings and get the hell out of there. However, knowing that his sporting hero was also helped by this doctor and that he went on to get a medal is enough to prevent him doing a disapearing act. Steve may not be sure of this doctor's methods but if Mr Hastings is going along with it then it's got to be for the best - hasn't it?
Much as he appreciates Doctor Steven’s appraisal of the situation one thing puzzles Mr Hastings and he has to speak up even if it seems like stating the obvious. “He can’t compete naked though.”
For one awful moment Steve thinks the doctor is about to tell him that he can.
“Unfortunately not. Though this would improve his performance.”
“However, there are simple exercises which can be done before and after practise.”
“If it’ll help him qualify,” says Mr Hastings keenly.
“It will get him the gold,” she states categorically.
“Then, what ever it takes.”
“Right. First we must test his tension level.”
You can do this by inserting a finger into his anus.”
Steve looks and feels disconcerted by the doctors announcement.
He looks to Mr Hastings to object on his behalf but his trainer has completely bought into Doctor Steven’s approach and wouldn’t object to any of her methods. Success is what counts. Whatever the cost.
“This is for your own good Steve,” Mr Hastings attempts to reassure his young protégé.
“I want you to cough into your hand,” says the doctor.
“Oh yes. He’s storing a massive amount of tension.”
“Now you try,” she tells Mr Hastings.
“… I’m not sure …” he replies realising how uncomfortable this intimacy with his trainee is making him.
“Go on. It’s important to understand his body,” she tells him; staring him into submission.
Apprehensively he approaches Steve’s anus with his finger extended.
Gently … too gently for the doctor's liking - he pushes his finger in.
“It’s not going to bite,” the doctor chastises him, firmly pushing his finger deeper into Steve.
Steve winces as his trainers knuckle pushes up inside him.
“Now cough Steve,” instructs the doctor.
Steve coughs feeling a surge of pain rise through him.
“You feel how tight that is?” “Yes,” replies Mr Hastings.
“We need to release the tension centered here,” she points out. “Alright,” he agrees.
“This can be done with an instrument like this.”
“This is the same one used on silver medal winner Mark Foster.”
“Oh!”
“What’s good enough for Foster is good enough for my lad.”
“Wonderful. You insert it so…”
“And this will relax him?” asks Mr Hastings with a sense of disbelief.
“It will be painful at first and then he will feel relief.”
“You see, he’s passed through the initial pain and is moving into the realm of relief.”
Steve sighs as the doctor fucks him slowly with the dildo.
“This,” states Doctor Stevens grabbing hold of his thickening penis, “is the cause of all your problems!”
“I see,” says Mr Hastings not knowing where to put himself, mortified at being shown Steve’s burgeoning erection.
The Doctor's methods may seem unconventional but in this sport it's the results that matter and Mr Hastings is so convinced of her methods that he'd just about do anything she instructed him. Steve is now having the tension that is proving so damaging to his Olympic prospects removed by means of a medical grade dildo and has sprung an erection in the process.
“I advise you to stroke him until he is relieved.”
“Like so.”
Professional to the last Dr Stevens checks her patient over for any signs of progress.
She turns the dildo gently as she pushes it further up and into her young patient. Mr Hastings watches carefully and is impressed with her technique.
The doctor consummately strokes Steve’s engorged penis while simultaneously pushing the dildo in and out of his ass.
“Mr Hastings,” says the doctor, “that’s the basics demonstrated.”
“Here, you try,” she intimates.
“You need to do this,” she says insistentlty.
Sensing his discomfort the doctor does the only thing she can in situations like this and takes the initiative.
She grabs Mr Hasting’s hand and pull it towards Steve’s erect penis. “Quickly,” she snaps, “before the moment is lost.”
She places his fingers around the engorged penis.
Steve flinches as he feels his trainer’s cold hands gripping his cock.
It’s all quite natural,” she tells him, “it’s the body equivalent of a steam valve…”
“…and unless he's able to let off steam once in a while it builds up a wall of uncontrollable negative energy…”
“which is what appears to have happened in this case…”
“It’s important to maintain a steady rhythm,” she tells him as she pulls her hand away passing control of Steve’s penis to Mr Hastings.
Steve's hips rock in time as the doctor expertly increases the speed in which the dildo is slid in and out.
Pre-cum coats the tip of Steve’s cock as the moment of ejaculation approaches.
Being fucked with the dildo and being jerked off by his trainer is taking Steve to orgasmic heights he’d only previously dreamt about.
“Oh my god!”
A fountain of spunk flies upwards under the persistent handling of Mr Hastings.
“Don’t stop now,” says Dr Stevens, noticing Mr Hastings loosening his grip.
“It’s imperative that we wring out every drop and give him the biggest orgasm possible.”
Mr Hastings squeezes the last dregs of cum from Steve’s penis under the watchful gaze of Dr Stevens.
“No worries. It washes right off.”
Steve lies back completely exhausted but immensely relaxed. More relaxed than he can ever remember being.
“I guarantee he will be swimming faster and cramp free tomorrow,” promises the doctor.
“Thank you, doctor. I’ve worked so hard to train him to this point,” he responds full of pride for his young charge.
“Now you know the secret for success... actually, you look tense yourself.”
“I must admit, that did look relaxing.”
“If you wish I will demonstrate the practice on you as well.” Mr Hastings smiles naughtily back at her.
The doctor's offer to give Mr Hastings the same treatment as Steve is just too good for him to refuse. It takes him less than a fraction of a second to say yes and he immediately starts stripping off in preparation for his turn on the treatment table.
Mr Hastings smiles wickedly. He’s seen what an effect the doctor’s treatment has had on Steve and he’s more than happy to put himself through the process.
Item by item he removes his clothes and drops them onto the floor.
“Stop!” says the doctor, “I’ll take it from here.”
She expertly tugs at the waistband of his boxers pulling them down…
… spilling his genitals into clear view.
Commandingly she takes his arm and leads him to the treatment table.
She retrieves the dildo and begins preparing it for use on Mr Hastings.
Watching the doctor lube up the dildo gives Mr Hastings a sense of his own vulnerability, laying flat on his back with his asshole exposed to the world.
“As before, this may hurt initially but that will pass,” advises the doctor, “are you absolutely sure you wish to proceed.”
“No, no – go ahead,” enthuses Mr Hastings.
“Now, relax… this may feel a little unusual at first.”
She pushes the dildo gently against his hole, allowing it to ease in before pushing it in further. “If you could now begin stroking your penis,” she asserts.
Mr Hastings winces as doctor expertly moves the hard dildo deeper and deeper into him.
“Can you feel the change in sensation?” she asks him.
“Oh god, yes,” he replies.
Turning, twisting and thrusting the dildo is having the desired effect on Mr Hastings as his penis starts to harden.
The doctor observes her handiwork closely. Despite being an expert in her field she’s always looking to improve her technique and this willing volunteer is a godsend.
“You should start to feel the urge to ejaculate shortly,” the doctor informs him, “go with it, as fast and as hard as you can.”
“Not needing to be told twice Mr Hastings sets about increasing the speed he masturbates his cock.
He emits a low moan as he feels the intensity increase as the moment of climax approaches.
“Keep going,” she urges, “all your unseen tension will soon be expelled from your body.”
He spurts a strong stream of cum as the doctor continues to fuck his ass with the dildo.
Determined to wring out every last piece of tension he wanks himself harder and even faster.
Spent, he lays back savouring the orgasm. The doctor continues to use the dildo ensuring that his treatment is completed.
The doctor smiles with delight at her handiwork and takes a step back to assess the situation.
The coach lays covered in his hot cum completely satiated and utterly relaxed. It’s as if all the weight he’s been carrying on his shoulders the past few months has vanished.
The doctor looks from one 'patient' to the other.
She knows that this has been a successful session and is now certain that this young man can go on and fulfil his potential providing they continue to follow her line of treatment. The next training session should prove very interesting.
The doctor smiles seeing the naked trainer laid out on her treatment table like a rag doll. You can train and train as hard as you like but sometimes what you really need more than anything is a woman’s touch.
There’s a renewed sense of purpose in the latest training session as Steve’s performance has taken a definite upturn since the intervention of Doctor Stevens. Mr Hastings is something of a changed man, no longer up-tight and stressed he is once again enjoying the challenge of training a potential Olympic medallist.
“Go Steve!”
Now free of the tension that so hindered his progress Steve is swimming like a man possessed.
Mr Hastings checks his stopwatch, “this is good, very good, world class,” he thinks.
Yes, you can do it!”
“No let up now, you’re almost there!”
Steve pushes his tired muscles to the limit.
Forcing himself onwards Steve gives it everything he’s got for the final few yards.
Mr Hastings jumps up and down with excitement, “Your best time ever!”
“Incredible!”
“Yes!” shouts Steve.
Steve looks up at his trainer with total admiration.
“Amazing …” says Mr Hastings, a clear second and a half gain.”
Steve bounds out of the pool, his tiredness forgotten.
He runs to Mr Hasting ecstatic at the massive improvement.
He hugs his trainer, Steve knows he owes him everything.
“Thank you,” gushes Steve.
“Don’t thank me,” says Mr Hastings, “It’s all down to Dr Stevens, her expertise has set you free.”
“I guess,” replies Steve.
“I tell you what Steve, you deserve a little relaxation...”
“Go hit the showers …”
“… and I’ll see you in a minute.”
The hot water gushing over Steve's muscles feels so good.
He's filled with anticipation for what's to come. He's physically worn out, but the prospect of that blissful sexual release makes him excited.
He�s gradually overcome his embarrassment and shame about the treatment. This is what real athletes do so there can be nothing wrong with it.
He soaps up his cock and it tingles in anticipation of what's to come. His balls feel full and heavy.
He washes his backside wanting to make sure it is squeaky clean.
Just the sensation of anything brushing against his hole excites him now.
The desire to be penetrated consumes him and drives him on to work harder in his training.
His heart is racing thinking about the therapy that is to come shortly.
He rinses off quickly, wanting to receive his reward for working so hard.
The door to the showers swings open and in storms Steve’s girlfriend Hannah.
“Oh, hi babe,” says Steve surprised to see her.
“Steve we have got to talk!” declares Hannah.
“Guess what babe! Best time ever,” Steve enthuses.
“Steve this isn’t working, we have to break up!”
“What?”
“You love the game too much. It’s either swimming…”
“ … or me!”
“No… we can work it out.”
“You’re not listening to me!” she berates him.
Hannah rips the towel from him and throws it to the floor. “But babe!” he protests.
“No, I can’t take it...” she tells him.
“... you’re never interested in sex anymore.”
“… b-but,” he feebly protests.
“But what?”
“Please…”
They both turn to see Mr Hastings enter the room. Hannah’s eyes are drawn to the object Mr Hastings is carrying.
“What … is ....”
… that?” she asks incredulously.
Mr Hastings only wants what's best for his most prized trainee. With Steve's girlfriend threatening to leave him, the coach knows that this could create severe emotional distress for the boy. It's vital that Steve is happy and healthy for the big Olympic try-outs coming up and Mr Hastings thinks he knows a way that Hannah can help Steve stay that way.
“You can’t!” exclaims Mr Hastings.
“Steve is going to win the gold!”
“I don’t care!” explodes Hannah.
“I never see him…”
“… and we never do anything together.”
“Steve, you haven’t told her about …”
“No!” says Steve blushing.
“I think you need to…”
“Don’t you?”
Hannah stares at her boyfriend demanding an explanation. Steve stands rooted to the spot in absolute silence. He’s no idea where to even start to explain.
Mr Hastings hands the dildo to Hannah who looks at it wholly perplexed.
Without another word Mr Hastings leaves. He knows that these two have got a much better chance of working things out if they are left to their own devices.
“Well?” she asks.
“Give it here, I’ll tell you everything,” concedes Steve.
“Why has my boyfriend got a dildo,” she thinks.
“Come with me and I’ll show you everything you need to know.”
She follows Steve’s lead and soon picks up on what’s about to happen.
She stares down at his cock, so rarely has she seen it lately, and feels a tingle of excitement.
“I’ve been under so much pressure lately,” he explains.
“and my new doctor has discovered this way of releasing all the pent up anxieties and stress.”
“You do understand don’t you,” he asks seeking reassurance.
“Yes,” she says, “I think I do and I’d like to help.”
“You can help me by pushing it in and out,” he tells her.
Hannah takes control of the dildo and with help from Steve guides it into his asshole.
She’s tentative at first, worried about hurting him but soon relaxes as she sees the good it is doing.
Rhythmically she slides the dildo in and out.
The irrepressible urge to masturbate falls upon Steve, now warmed by the smile of the girl he thought he was about to lose.
For the first time in the long months since the swimming season began they both feel a connection.
The couple are now thoroughly enjoying this new shared experience.
His body stiffens as the waves of orgasm threaten to rise to the surface. Hannah for her part continues to fuck him maintaining the rhythm.
Steve moans as the sensation of being fucked becomes ever more intense.
Hannah is surprised at how much his body is reacting to the dildo sliding in and out of him.
It gives her an entirely new feeling of control over his naked body.
Steve pounds his cock ever faster as the moment approaches.
Hanah watches in amazement as the milky white semen cascades down his hard cock.
For so long she’s felt shut out from his life but now for the first time in so long she truly feels part of things.
She delights in seeing the cum resting on his beautifully toned body.
Any thoughts she had of leaving him now leaving her once and for all.
“Gold medal here I come!”
“Here we come,” she says.
