Was it an act of sabotage? The rival diving team got me on my knees the night before our competition. They fed me their seed, sending my mind into a tailspin. Now, I'm on international television, fully hard in my little speedo. I can't focus on diving-my dreams are falling apart. All I can think about is how good it felt to kneel for other men. It felt so good to accept their authority... What have they done to me...? Format: Short story Length: ~10,500 words ***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT***