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I hadn't swam in a long, long time.

The water felt good against my freshly smooth, streamlined body. Recently I had acted on a bet to douse everything below my neck in liberal splatterings of hair remover, and the small, dark hairs hadn't grown back yet.
Dave now owed me a small portion of his wage packet, which amused me to no end.

It was weird how much I enjoyed my new, hairless self. Perhaps I would keep it that way.

I tested my muscles, surging through the chlorine-purified blue, as I mused upon recent events.
My shorts had gone missing, coincidentally at the same time I rediscovered my passion for swimming. And I'd been too busy to buy a fresh pair.
Rather grudgingly, I let a friend lend me a spare pair of dark blue Speedos, on consideration he wash the things first.
It was strange to wear these little lycra briefs again. I hadn't donned swimwear like this since I was about nine.

Their clingy, form-fitting design certainly helped with my manoeuvrability in the water. I cut through the water like a blue-tinged ghost, with only the drag from my hair to hold me back.
If I'd been serious about how fast I moved as I swam, I probably would have tied it back or something. No matter. I could do that another time if I felt like it.

I floated for a little while, treading water and relaxing my muscles, before I decided to end my session and climbed out of the pool. Droplets trickled and dripped off my pale body as I headed for the showers, wet feet pattering on the tiles.
The pool was pretty quiet; I was so sure I was the only one in the changing rooms as I hopped into the shower. Warm water drenched my frame, driving away its chlorinated brethren, and after a little while I felt ready to go and dry myself off.

I reached into the waistband of my Speedo, removing a small key which I opened my locker with. Much to my relief, its contents didn't fall on my head. I reached for the small, white, fluffy towel-

A slender hand clamped itself over my mouth, while another arm wrapped around my startled body, pulling me backwards. “Grroff!” I yelled into my assailant's palm as I squirmed, my damp feet squeaking on the smooth floor, my voice muffled.
“Stop your struggling. I'm not going to hurt you.” a voice hissed into my ear, and as I tried to digest this a black sleep-mask was slid over my eyes.

Blindfolded, I could only feel myself being turned around and dragged backwards, the sound of a door being pushed open behind me. My head was swirling: what was happening? Where was I being taken? What would happen to me?
I struggled in my captor's arms, trying to scream for help beneath their silencing palm but producing only stifled moans. “Shh!” the voice admonished, the grip on my flailing body tightening.

With my eyesight artificially stolen from me, I was dependant on my other senses. The mysterious person who had taken me felt warm, their chest smooth and soft against my back as I struggled with them. It felt like they were wearing some sort of swimsuit of their own, albeit one that covered their upper torso too.
Another door opened, and I felt cold asphalt under my feet. This was it; I'd probably be taken somewhere far, far away from here unless I did something, fast.

I writhed and strained frantically, panicked cries escaping my gagged mouth as I made one more bid for freedom. It didn't work; my kidnapper's grip remained tight, and nobody seemed to have heard my pitiful moans for help.
“Stubborn boy, aren't you...” came a soft purring in my ear, as I heard another door open and I was unceremoniously thrown face-first onto something carpeted.

I tried to get up, reaching for my blindfold, only to be pinned to the floor, a smooth knee in the small of my back. The door I'd just been shoved through slammed metallically shut, and I felt my unwilling hands being pulled behind my back, some soft cord being hurriedly wrapped around my wrists.
No! I tried to wrench my hands free, opening my mouth to scream. Suddenly I felt a fat knot of flannel between my teeth, reducing my last scream to yet another smothered, unheard moan. I didn't even struggle as the gag was fastened behind my head, my hands tightly bound behind me as the knee in my back withdrew.

“Good boy. I'm glad you've calmed down, you have a lot to... look forward to.” My ankles were equally tightly tied together with some extra rope, and I let out a muffled squeal as my lycra-coated backside was given a firm slap. I realised I was half-naked and utterly helpless and whimpered into my gag. My kidnapper's words made me worry; I had no idea what they wanted me for, their gender, even the most basic details about them.
All I knew was they'd said they wouldn't hurt me. It could have been a complete lie, but I felt inclined to believe it.

I wriggled around on the floor, turning towards the door as it opened and closed again. I heard another door behind me, then the floor shook as an engine roared into life.
I was in the back of a van of some kind.

I lay there, considering my options. I seemed to be alone in the back of the vehicle as it moved, my captor now behind the wheel. This seemed to be the only plus point to my situation; I was muted, blinded and tightly restrained, my skimpy apparel devoid of anything that could help me escape.
Still, nobody was watching me. And while I might not be able to unfasten my gag or cut the ropes, perhaps I could scrape off my blindfold.
Rolling onto my side, I began to tentatively rub my face against the carpeted floor, trying to get some grip on the little piece of material over my eyes.
I yanked at the cords tying my hands in frustration; bizarrely the sleep-mask wouldn't budge. I tried again, and realised something was holding the elastic strap around my head. It felt like some sort of adhesive on the sides of my head, somehow missing my hairline and eyes.

Angrily, I struggled more violently with the ropes, growling into the cloth, kicking out with my bare feet, all to no avail. In the end I lay back on the soft floor, resigned.
I didn't really realise how warm and comfortable the carpet would turn out to be, and the sleep-mask was doing what it was originally designed to do. In spite of my situation, I closed my eyes beneath their black shroud and fell asleep.

Description
I hadn't swam in a long, long time.

The water felt good against my freshly smooth, streamlined body. Recently I had acted on a bet to douse everything below my neck in liberal splatterings of hair remover, and the small, dark hairs hadn't grown back yet.
Dave now owed me a small portion of his wage packet, which amused me to no end.

It was weird how much I enjoyed my new, hairless self. Perhaps I would keep it that way.

I tested my muscles, surging through the chlorine-purified blue, as I mused upon recent events.
My shorts had gone missing, coincidentally at the same time I rediscovered my passion for swimming. And I'd been too busy to buy a fresh pair.
Rather grudgingly, I let a friend lend me a spare pair of dark blue Speedos, on consideration he wash the things first.
It was strange to wear these little lycra briefs again. I hadn't donned swimwear like this since I was about nine.

Their clingy, form-fitting design certainly helped with my manoeuvrability in the water. I cut through the water like a blue-tinged ghost, with only the drag from my hair to hold me back.
If I'd been serious about how fast I moved as I swam, I probably would have tied it back or something. No matter. I could do that another time if I felt like it.

I floated for a little while, treading water and relaxing my muscles, before I decided to end my session and climbed out of the pool. Droplets trickled and dripped off my pale body as I headed for the showers, wet feet pattering on the tiles.
The pool was pretty quiet; I was so sure I was the only one in the changing rooms as I hopped into the shower. Warm water drenched my frame, driving away its chlorinated brethren, and after a little while I felt ready to go and dry myself off.

I reached into the waistband of my Speedo, removing a small key which I opened my locker with. Much to my relief, its contents didn't fall on my head. I reached for the small, white, fluffy towel-

A slender hand clamped itself over my mouth, while another arm wrapped around my startled body, pulling me backwards. “Grroff!” I yelled into my assailant's palm as I squirmed, my damp feet squeaking on the smooth floor, my voice muffled.
“Stop your struggling. I'm not going to hurt you.” a voice hissed into my ear, and as I tried to digest this a black sleep-mask was slid over my eyes.

Blindfolded, I could only feel myself being turned around and dragged backwards, the sound of a door being pushed open behind me. My head was swirling: what was happening? Where was I being taken? What would happen to me?
I struggled in my captor's arms, trying to scream for help beneath their silencing palm but producing only stifled moans. “Shh!” the voice admonished, the grip on my flailing body tightening.

With my eyesight artificially stolen from me, I was dependant on my other senses. The mysterious person who had taken me felt warm, their chest smooth and soft against my back as I struggled with them. It felt like they were wearing some sort of swimsuit of their own, albeit one that covered their upper torso too.
Another door opened, and I felt cold asphalt under my feet. This was it; I'd probably be taken somewhere far, far away from here unless I did something, fast.

I writhed and strained frantically, panicked cries escaping my gagged mouth as I made one more bid for freedom. It didn't work; my kidnapper's grip remained tight, and nobody seemed to have heard my pitiful moans for help.
“Stubborn boy, aren't you...” came a soft purring in my ear, as I heard another door open and I was unceremoniously thrown face-first onto something carpeted.

I tried to get up, reaching for my blindfold, only to be pinned to the floor, a smooth knee in the small of my back. The door I'd just been shoved through slammed metallically shut, and I felt my unwilling hands being pulled behind my back, some soft cord being hurriedly wrapped around my wrists.
No! I tried to wrench my hands free, opening my mouth to scream. Suddenly I felt a fat knot of flannel between my teeth, reducing my last scream to yet another smothered, unheard moan. I didn't even struggle as the gag was fastened behind my head, my hands tightly bound behind me as the knee in my back withdrew.

“Good boy. I'm glad you've calmed down, you have a lot to... look forward to.” My ankles were equally tightly tied together with some extra rope, and I let out a muffled squeal as my lycra-coated backside was given a firm slap. I realised I was half-naked and utterly helpless and whimpered into my gag. My kidnapper's words made me worry; I had no idea what they wanted me for, their gender, even the most basic details about them.
All I knew was they'd said they wouldn't hurt me. It could have been a complete lie, but I felt inclined to believe it.

I wriggled around on the floor, turning towards the door as it opened and closed again. I heard another door behind me, then the floor shook as an engine roared into life.
I was in the back of a van of some kind.

I lay there, considering my options. I seemed to be alone in the back of the vehicle as it moved, my captor now behind the wheel. This seemed to be the only plus point to my situation; I was muted, blinded and tightly restrained, my skimpy apparel devoid of anything that could help me escape.
Still, nobody was watching me. And while I might not be able to unfasten my gag or cut the ropes, perhaps I could scrape off my blindfold.
Rolling onto my side, I began to tentatively rub my face against the carpeted floor, trying to get some grip on the little piece of material over my eyes.
I yanked at the cords tying my hands in frustration; bizarrely the sleep-mask wouldn't budge. I tried again, and realised something was holding the elastic strap around my head. It felt like some sort of adhesive on the sides of my head, somehow missing my hairline and eyes.

Angrily, I struggled more violently with the ropes, growling into the cloth, kicking out with my bare feet, all to no avail. In the end I lay back on the soft floor, resigned.
I didn't really realise how warm and comfortable the carpet would turn out to be, and the sleep-mask was doing what it was originally designed to do. In spite of my situation, I closed my eyes beneath their black shroud and fell asleep.