Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 06:24:30 -0000 (GMT)
From: ok_uwater@merlads.net
Subject: boy-daredevils-in-speedos-2

Boy Daredevils in Speedos 2 - Poseidon Manor

Copyright by UndrCGuy, Sept 2003.  This story is submitted to Nifty under
their submission guidelines.  No part of this story can be submitted or
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This story is fantasy.  The author does not endorse, encourage, or consent
to any attempt to make any of the below described scenes real.

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Wolf - that is in fact his real name - prefers royal purple speedos because
he is in fact an aristocrat, Lord Wolf of Poseidon Manor. His remote
ancestral home is the site of his private swim club. Boys who aspire to the
Daredevil Boys Aquatic Club must go there and pass Wolf's rigorous
curriculum. To ensure proper supervision, there are only three boys per
class. They meet at the edge of the a pond next to the castle. Lord Wolf
gives them a small air tank to share and directs them to an underwater
tunnel starting about two meters below the shore line. The boys must swim
through the long winding tunnel to a central chamber deep within the
castle. The tunnel is long and the water is cold. Both the tank and the
boys' lungs are spent by the time they reach their new home.

The school consists of a labyrinth of subterranean chambers beneath the
castle connected by underwater tunnels, each equipped for a specific task
or challenge. The boys must swim from chamber to chamber through the
underwater tunnels. Some chambers contain exercise stations where the boys
spend grueling hours lifting weights, rowing, swimming, and stretching to
build their strength and endurance. Other chambers have grim but non-lethal
torture devices to test the boys' tolerance to pain. Still others present
challenges that require all of the boys' strength, endurance, and courage
to avert extreme pain and injury. The boys rarely see Lord Wolf. He appears
in a balcony above their sleeping area in the morning and informs them
which chambers and tasks await them that day. The instructions are long and
detailed. The boys must memorize what they hear, for many of the tunnels
lead to dead ends and unforgiving obstacles. After charging the boys with
the day's tasks, Wolf leaves through passages that open only to him. He
ascends to his control room, where he monitors the boys' progress with
cameras and remotely operated machinery. For some of the tasks he sends his
helpers, boys from the Club with face masks and wet suits with the trident
on their breasts. They never speak to the speedo clad pupils, nor respond
when spoken to. They have no names. Lord Wolf simply refers to them as
"tormentors."

Satisfactory performance is rewarded with food and rest at the end of the
day, at least for two of the boys. The boy judged weakest or most cowardly
spends the night in a cage suspended over a grotto pool. Each day starts
with the cage dropping. The hapless occupant's partners must dive to rescue
him, and then the trio swims off to meet the day's challenges.

The curriculum is flexible in its absence of an end date. Over time the
exercises become more demanding, the pain more intense, and the challenges
more daring. The pupils must increase their strength and endurance. They
have no choice. The only exit available to them is sealed. When a pupil
feels he has risen to the level of the Daredevil Boys Aquatic Club, he is
given an opportunity to exit the way he entered. The swim out, however,
must be done without supplemental oxygen, and with many tormentors waiting
along the way to make sure the last swim is a desperate one. If the pupil
does not drown and require rescue, he emerges into the pond as a Daredevil
Boy, and is conferred with a purple speedo with trident logo.

Rob stood on the shore of the pond contemplating the tunnel entrance. It
was dark and menacing. His face was defiant, but he was shaking. Could his
small but strong ten year old body really withstand the torments he was
about to submit to? What perils awaited him beneath the grim, forbidding
walls of Poseiden Manor? He planted his feet, stood straight, and started
pumping his chest. He would show Lord Wolf. He would show everybody.