(Rated PG-13; some mature themes, intense bondage to follow)
Samuel and Ian Colina were brothers, 19 and 16, who had have everything two smart teenage boys could want; rich parents, high IQ’s, skyrocket-high grades, good looks and top-level athletic ability. Samuel just graduated from high school with a 95 average but took an extra yera to complete his SATs, apply to Harvard, McGill and UofT, receive his musical ARCT diploma in his instrument, which was trumpet, and get a job as a waiter making at least a hundred dollars a night in tips. After a year of preparation, he received slightly over 2000 on his SAT and was accepted to the Bachelor of Fine Arts program at Harvard with a swimming scholarship. He didn’t bother buying a new a car, so instead he used his parents’ old Mercedes to drive Ian to swimming five times a week. Ian, who was now finishing the tenth grade, had the second highest grade average in his year, was considered gifted, and in addition was one of the top swimmers in his league. He won heats at the provincial level, and was aiming to become captain of his league. He wanted to be the school's head prefect like his brother, newspaper editor and student council president, and knowing his genes, he could probably do all these things. In short, Samuel and Ian were both brilliant boys with stellar futures ahead of them. The only flaw they had in common, other than being very devout Catholics, was their nauseating, self-aggrandizing pride and sense of superiority. And pride never helps; it only gets you tied up in situations.
The boys clearly looked like brothers, but they were not a mirror image of each other. They both had dark brown, crew cut hairstyles (very short). Samuel was about 6’, 160 pounds, with slight abdominal def and a light golden tan, with a long head, blue eyes and thick lips. Ian was 5’4’’ 130 pounds (he was only 15, so he was still growing), paler than his brother and brown eyed, with a rounder head and also thick lipped. Ian used to be chubby but lost almost fifteen pounds after hitting puberty two years earlier while maintaining the same height, and he really, REALLY enjoyed his new slim athletic built, perhaps a little too much. Both of the boys had completely smooth skin, in Ian’s case it was natural but Samuel clearly shaved his chest and legs swimming. He swam intensely almost every day, so he had an excuse. But he was still a narcissist.
The Toronto summer of 2010 was hotter than usual, so June swim practices were outdoors. Everyone was obligated to wear sunscreen. Swim caps were also strongly recommended, because the strong sun could easily damage wet hair. Still, the benefits of swimming outdoors outweighed these minor hindrances. Samuel and Colina arrived several minutes early, as usual. They were very punctual. Ian had a habit of already wearing only his Speedo and flip flops while already in the car, so he took a few minutes to relax in the locker room. Samuel had to change from his blue gym shorts, t-shirt and boxers before putting on his swim gear. He was completely naked when his friend, Stevie, tapped him on the back.
‘Hey buddy, what’s up? Oh sorry, don’t mean to startle you, naked boy,’ said Stevie.
Samuel did look startled, although he was not embarrassed. The Colina boys had nothing to be ashamed of down there. ‘Dude, can you wait until I put on my suit? Freakin’ weirdo you are, you know?’
‘Yeah man, put on your nut hugger and then go see Anton, he’s looking for you. He says you’re wanted in the janitor’s office downstairs. A group of photographers came in to take pictures of you and your brother for a swimmers’ journal, he said something about a scholarship involved,’ he shrugged. ‘You guys get a small endorsement for having your pictures taken.’
‘A photoshoot?’ Samuel’s eyes brightened. ‘We just need to take a few pictures, that’s it?’
‘And probably answer a few questions, it’s supposed to take a few minutes. He said to take a shower first, do warm-ups, and then go meet him for the photoshoot. Janitors’ room, remember.’ He smiled.
‘Right,’ said Samuel, ‘thanks for the heads up,’ Stevie nodded and left. Samuel finished packing his clothes, put on his tight and bright red Speedo bikini brief and headed to the showers. His shiny silver swim cap and black goggles also contained the Speedo logo on them. Great product placement, thought Samuel.
Ian found out about the endorsement from Anton himself. Anton found him relaxing in the locker room and told him about the swim photoshoot, stressing that there was money involved and having their name published in a Speedo-sponsored magazine. He knew Ian would never say no to that. After the quick showers, Samuel was not surprised to find his brother grinning widely.
‘You were told?’ He asked.
‘Yeah man, a photoshoot in our Speedos and a few questions, and I’m one step closer to an Ivy-league university. What could be easier?’
‘I dunno, I actually had a weird feeling about this...’ said Ian, ‘why us? Oh right, besides being rich, famous top students and athletes. I mean, we’re not the only ones?’
‘Anton is doing it too,’ stressed Ian.
‘Oh right, Anton...’ Anton Kalisnky was Samuel’s age, a little taller and slimmer, also hairless, had slightly longer (but still short) light brown hair, green eyes and a thin face. He was one of the few boys Samuel’s age who were considered more handsome than Samuel. He was meaner than Samuel, but less arrogant, and supposedly received a lot of action. Neither Samuel nor Ian had girlfriends; they were both too busy and focused on swimming and academics. Samuel hated Anton with passion. ‘Yeah, Anton’s pretty dashing, he likes to show off, I’m not surprised...’
‘Sammy, how do I look?’ Ian asked his brother. He wore his blue Speedo very tight, showing just the right amount of goods before it could be considered truly indecent. His eyes were covered with hologram swim goggles and his bright yellow swim cap pulled over his ears. The cap was pulled over the top end of his goggles to keep them very tightly in place.
‘Dude, you look fine,’ said his brother reassuringly. ‘Do you think they’ll let us keep our goggles and caps? I feel much better that way. That way they can’t really tell who we are in the pictures, especially you, since you’re only 16.’
‘I asked Anton, he told me it was ok,’ said Ian. ‘Who cares about our faces, right? As long as they can see hot young bodies,’ Ian realized how objectified he felt.
‘Well man, girls do it all the time, now you know how it feels. Hey it’s ten past seven. Should we go?’
Ian took a deep breath, smiled at his brother and said. ‘Let’s do this thing.’ They took the stairs to the lower basement, where the janitor’s office lay. The lower basement was usually abandoned and dimly lit, and since it was way underground there was no sunlight coming in. It was a perpetually creepy place most swimmers avoided, unless there was a photoshoot involved.
If you have a bad feeling about this, you should.

