Home field advantage

fm, castration, drowning, water sports, Olympic spirit, sexy, too many balls

"Look, someone's sneaking out!"

Channing unceremoniously pushed Eric aside, others gathered near the window.

The Olympic games had already started. Four athletes, members of the glorious USA men's water polo team, lived in the same room, in one of the recently built houses of the Paris Olympic village. The order in every house was similar - athletes were allotted to rooms, four persons in each one. This particular room smelled of sweat and testosterone. The public knew these four as - Case, Tuttle, Berg, Hart - but to each other they were Channing, Kendrick, Brody and Eric.

From their point of view they watched one of the nearby houses. Window was open, and a short limber figure crawled out from a similar room as theirs, joining others. They recognized the figures - four young women from French women's water polo team. Water polo competition, of course, was separated by gender, but athletes mostly knew their peers of the same sport.

"They're the French girls," Channing remarked. "Using that home field advantage."

"I wish I had some French pussy right now," Kendrick added.

He was as sex-starved as everybody else. There's not much free time in the schedule of Olympic athlete. Their first game was scheduled two days from now, and meanwhile the whole team was following a harsh training regimen which didn't leave much free time for anything else. After the last round of weighted pull-ups and swimming, the team split to their rooms. Their coach was strict. No alcohol, no jerking off, no real entertainment - all to conserve the masculine energy in the name of the glory that only the tense battlefield of Olympic team sports could bring.

"Are you guys thinking what I am thinking?" Channing said with a grin on his face.

"We could keep them company," Brody said.

"Should, even. Easy, if they know what's good for them. Fucking only makes women perform better."

Eric didn't say anything, because he was unsure about the idea of sneaking out and breaking coach's rules so brazenly. In general, he gravitated towards careful planning and consideration, and wasn't fan of rule breaking. The rest of the squad didn't care about his opinion much. Eric, a naturally talented sportsman, had risen to a member of the US national team in the last year. Others, especially Channing, still considered him to be a newbie, the lowest in the informal hierarchy of the team. When others, lead by Channing, were crawling out of the window, all Eric could do was to follow.

They soon were outside of the village, still undetected. The Olympic village was built in a underdeveloped region of Paris in hopes to bring new and exciting economic advancements to it. They went through patched asphalt streets and high-rises, painted in bright colors before the grand event. The squad kept their distance behind the girls. Channing led them, and, like an experienced bird hound, was keeping sure he didn't lose the mark. Following the French women, they walked under an overpass, through an open space between the houses that was half garden, half car park, until they got to a hole in a chain-link fence which they crawled through. Dusk was setting in. Eric looked over his shoulder. As long he remembered which direction the village was, he didn't feel lost.

"Shh, let's get closer," Channing whispered.

Through a back door they had entered a low, empty building, which likely was a school. A passage led to a wide hall with tiled floor and walls, with a pool in the middle, filled with water. French women undressed, revealing their one-piece swimsuits under their street clothes.

"Hello, ladies!"

Channing confidently strolled towards the women, followed by the rest of the squad. Women jumped from surprise, one even let out a short scream. As the they recognized their American male peers, expressions on their faces turned into confusion and then annoyance.

"So, how's it going?" Channing's voice echoed over the surface of the pool. "You didn't get enough swimming during your training?"

"Yeah... you know..." one of the women replied. "We come to swim for pleasure... for relaxation."

She spoke with a heavy French accent. Her eyes were dark, her body was covered only by the thin layer of her swimsuit. All four had their Olympic one-piece swimsuits on - the same ones they would have for the competition. They sparkled in the rather dim lights of the pool hall.

"I love water too. Wouldn't be into water polo otherwise! Let's go for a swim, girls!"

Channing started to take off his clothes, Brody and Kendrick followed his suit. Eric couldn't take his eyes off the bodies of the French women. They were athletic, but not sinewy like bodybuilders would be, shapes of their arms and legs only suggested their strength under silky skin. The reflections on swimsuits highlighted the roundness of their hips and breasts. There were two brunettes, one redhead, and one blonde. One of the brunettes, Camille, was doing the talking, while other brunette, Olive, and redhead, Emma, stood confidently behind her. The blonde, Sylvie, was sitting on the edge of the pool, with her feet touching the water, seemingly more interested in the shimmers on water surface than the American invaders. She was the most adorable of the four, and Eric wanted to find out more about her. Afer he caught himself staring, Eric averted his eyes and started to undress too.

"We were here first," Camille said.

She probably understood futility of such a protest. The Americans had already taken their clothes off and didn't intend to leave. Now the men were in their regular underwear, demonstrating their athletic, hairless bodies. They were the best of the best their country had. Channing had dark hair and blue eyes, and chiseled jaw of a leader, Kendrick had dark skin, he was tall and muscular, and carried the most noticable bulge in his trunks, Brody was blonde and really handsome, with pale skin and perfeclty round nipples.

"Here's the deal," Channing said. "Let's play a game of water polo. House rules, four on four."

"What if we win?"

"Then we leave. But if you lose, we become best friends for the whole night," Channing winked.

Women gathered together and discussed. Language barrier or not, there was no doubt what American guys actually wanted.

"They'll agree," Channing said to the squad.

"They want it too," Kendrick said. "One of them was eating me with her eyes."

"Yea, they'll lose on purpose," Brody added. "French always do!"

The men erupted with laughter. Even Eric chuckled, despite feeling a bit uneasy about the whole thing. He wouldn't mind getting closer to Sylvie. Eric actually liked Channing's plan as much as the rest did.

A ball was thrown in the pool, and the French team jumped after it, starting the game without warning. The Americans reacted without delay, jumping into the pool and blocking the surprise charge. After the women's little trick didn't succeed, an intense game started. Eric doubled as goalkeeper for his team. He noticed the cute blonde was staying on the opponents' back line, and also doubled as goalie. Sylvie had much more work than Eric, though. Male team didn't intend to go easy on their female opponents. The ball was flying into Eric's goal much less often and he deflected shots with ease. French women's team were losing badly. When, after a succesful shot the ball was in their goal again, they swam together in circle and discussed something.

"You giving up yet?" Channing shouted.

"No," was their reply.

Eric thought of the fact, that they hadn't agreed to rules of this weird game. There was a muffled giggle from French team, then they returned to the game. Two teams started their maneuvering.

Suddenly something happened. Camille shot the ball to the American side, and, while the opponents were distracted, all women, one after another, dove under water. They disappeared from the sight, hidden by water swirls. Now they were acting according to a new cunning plan. Like a swarm of sharks they propelled forward, each to her designated target.

Channing let out a strangled scream and disappeared under the surface. Camille grabbed him by hips and dragged down, making the pool water suddenly wash over his head. Before other men could process Channing's disappearence, they too were grabbed from below and dragged under the surface of the water. To the right of Channing's spot Kendrick vanished from the sight, to the left, Brody threw his hands up, as he was pulled down.

Eric, who was behind others on his team, was last to remain above surface. He saw his teammates disappear. Before fully realising that he too could be in danger, he noticed a dark shape approach him under water. Eric noticed blonde hair. It was Sylvie from French team - he realised in the very moment as she dragged him under water.

Eric couldn't witness what was happening to his teammates. Channing had been pulled under water first. Camille pulled down his trunks, forcing his dick and balls pop out. Channing's genitals now floated free, right in front of the girl's face. Channing, shocked, surrounded by a swarm of rising air bubbles and his nose full, couldn't see anything. He only felt his genitals being freed from confinement of his trunks, and a warm face being pressed at them. Camille put her lips around Channing's balls. She sucked Channing's nuts into her mouth and then locked her jaws. In a second her teeth shredded the skin of the doomed ballsack and then testicle cords, and severed Channing's babymakers from his body. Channing, crippled by shock and pain, flailed his limbs as water filled his lungs.

His teammates met similar fate. Redhead Emma pulled down Kendrick's trunks. She had to turn her head to evade his massive dick, that sprung out and threatened to poke her in the eye. With some struggle Emma swallowed Kendrick's large black nuts and snapped her jaws. Her teeth scissored through the thick skin. Kendrick's cords offered some resistance, but next moment they were shredded as well. The prey was struggling in a hopeless effort to break free, not realising that he was already doomed. The swarm of air bubbles made the water around them completely opaque.

Third French girl, Olive, had pulled Brody's trunks to the side and had his pale ballbag caught between her teeth. With her hands wrapped around Brody's butt, she held him close, preventing him from wigglig away. Olive gnawed and munched at Brody's testicles without mercy. She only increased her efforts when she noticed the taste of ball goop filling her mouth.

Eric started struggling even before he was completely drugged under water. Sylvie grabbed his trunks, managed to pull them down, but couldn't hold her prey in place. Eric was wriggling away from her. He was struggling to break to the surface, without realising what danger exactly was he in. The blonde was persistent, she kept grabbing at him, until his trunks were pulled all the way down. Eric slipped out and buoyed to the surface, anxious to breath some air.

By the end of the short underwater battle between Eric and Sylvie, other three duels had also ended. Three athletes of American team, Channing, Brody, Kendrick, were all laying at the bottom of the pool, with shocked expressions on their faces, lungs full of water, and testicles bitten off. The French team emerged on the surface. Women's eyes were fixated on Eric.

Young athlete dashed for the exit. Eric got to the edge of he pool, pulled himself halfway up, but that was as far as he got. Emma and Olive grabbed him by the arms and pressad his body to the cold tile floor. He would been able to fight one of the female athletes, but together they easily overpowered him. Eric's ass was on the edge, legs were still in the water, and his dick and balls were hanging down between his legs.

"No, please!"

Eric managed to lift his body up to take a look behind, and, before girls from both sides pushed him down again, catch a glimpse of Sylvie's innocent blue eyes. She had emerged from the water behind his back. Now Eric could only feel her caress his thighs and buttocks and kiss his hanging ballsack. Soon Sylvie's tongue started massaging his nuts. The women were speaking French in amused tones.

Something plopped on the floor in front of his eyes. It was a large human testicle. Then - plop - another, smaller one. Women laughed. Larger, veiny one must have been Kendrick's, the other belonged to Channing or Brody. Eric stared at two bitten off nuts in shock. This couldn't be happening, they were members of US Olympic water polo team, after all!

Eric felt Sylvie's teeth on his precious ballsack and screamed. With a noise that sounded like mix of purr and a growl the blonde bit into Eric's nuts. Her teeth cut through his skin, then severed his thick testicle cords. With Eric's balls in mouth Sylvie dove out of the way, and her teammates pushed him back into the pool. Eric was finished even before his mind had time to process what had happened. Water washed over him, distorting the figures of four French water polo players, and filled his lungs, and he blacked out. He slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, where he joined the pile of four castrated Olympic athletes, all bearing the same shocked expression on their faces.