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Breaking the Record

Story and Character by VodaBear

Warning: This story contains sexual content as well as a grim ending depicting drowning.

It was a cool summer night at the local pool. The surrounding lights dimmed as their sensors shut down for the evening. The crowds of young adults and screaming children had been long gone, leaving behind their typical trails of used beverage bottles and empty food wrappers. It wasn't the nicest or cleanest community pool, but at least for now it was at peace, silent and devoid of life.

Except for Zach.

The muscular gray furry bear walked along the pool's edge, picking up scraps from today's previous visitors. 'Children,' he thought to himself mockingly, 'they have no respect.' Zach was one of the pool's life guards, and frequently stayed after hours to enjoy the freedom and quiet, as well as clean up a bit. He carried his handful of trash to the nearest bin and dumped it in, sighing gently and examining his surroundings. Realizing how futile his attempts at cleanliness were, he decided to give up his pursuit for the night. After all, collecting used candy wrappers wasn't the real reason he was here.

'It's probably late enough,' he thought, turning his attention to the front gate. No cars except his truck were parked in the lot, and just as usual, not a soul could be seen anywhere nearby. Not even the nearby tennis courts showed signs of life.

'Excellent.'

Satisfied that he was alone, Zach turned and set off towards his real destination - the deep end. Unbeknownst to his employers, Zach had a thing for the water - a rather sexual thing, in fact. Being submerged in its beautiful, blue aura was a huge turn on for him, especially when it came to holding his breath. The rush of excitement that would come from nearing his peak, seconds away from taking a huge gulp of crisp, clear water into his lungs...there was nothing quite like it.

Of course, he'd never drowned himself; he was always very careful when playing alone. Thinking about his fetish, his mind drifted to those who had experienced the sensation: pool patrons who for one reason or another got in too deep and ultimately needed saving. He'd certainly revived his share of cute water-logged guys - another perk of the position - and every time he almost felt envious of their predicament. What did it really feel like, to inhale such pure fluid deep into your lungs?

Suddenly, his mind regained focus. After all, tonight he had a very specific goal in mind: break his current breath-holding record of 2 minutes and 15 seconds. To help him accomplish this task, he'd brought with him a couple of tools: his trusty waterproof stop-watch, strapped tightly to his right wrist, and a weight belt, with an additional strap attached to one side with a small hook on it. As he neared the deep end's edge, he brought the belt around his waist and tightened the rear straps nice and tight. Now wearing nothing but the belt and his briefs, he was finally ready.

'This is it,' he thought. Last week's attempt hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped, but this time would be different. He looked down at the ladder leading into the water, pausing briefly. A swell of excitement washed over him, almost like he'd already dove in head first. 'You can do this. You WILL do this!' Still looking down, he noticed his bulge tightening against his shorts. He chuckled lightly to himself, giving it a nice stroke with his left hand. 'All in due time...'

Finally, he reached out and griped both rails of the ladder, slowly bringing his left foot down to the first step. His toes gently pushed into the water, breaking the cool surface almost sensually. The temperature was nice - not too cold, but enough to send a shiver up his leg, more from pleasure than anything. Slowly his foot came to rest on the step, allowing him to turn around and continue his descent. His right leg came around and took the next step, then the next, until at last he was submerged up to his neck in the pool, steadying himself against the ladder and gazing out into the blue.

The sensation of the water was enough to make him moan. He laid his head back and enjoyed the still air for a moment, looking up into the star-filled night sky. A breeze blew by, and suddenly a small pebble rolled off the edge and into the water, sinking down into the dark. It caught Zach's attention, and he watched it slowly go down until he couldn't make it out anymore. He took a deep breath...'I'll be down there soon.'

Focusing his thoughts, he began to take more intentional breaths. He curled his right arm around the ladder's rail, and then brought his left hand to his watch. He set an alarm for 2 minutes and 15 seconds - his current record. A record which he would beat, he was sure of it. His breaths grew deeper, drawing in air through his nose and filling his lungs completely, only to fully expel every last drop through his lips. Again and again he breathed, the anticipation mounting each time. 'Three more times.' He gripped the rail with his right hand and let his left arm float out into the water. 'Two more.' His left foot left the ladder, and he could feel his belt weighing him down. 'One - here we go!' He pushed out as much air as he could, only to breathe in massively through his nose until -

With a gentle force, he pushed with his right hand on the rail and brought himself beneath the surface. Water flooded his ears as he descended, letting his right hand slide down to the lower part of the ladder, his feet gliding close to the wall. He brought his hand around and started his watch - *beep* - then turned his body and aimed for the center of the pool floor. With a kick, he left the wall and drifted down to the bottom, slowly sinking until finally reaching a spot next to the drain. Tiny bubbles left his nose as he reached around and grabbed the additional strap on his belt. Carefully, he placed the hook into one of the holes in the drain to ensure he could remain steady, then repositioned himself so he could sit comfortably on the smooth surface next to it. He had reached his spot; now, he would wait.

'Ahhh, yeah...,' he thought, taking in his aquatic surroundings. The muffled, low rumble of the pool water in his ears brought him peace as he closed his eyes. Now that he was settled, he focused intently on not moving a muscle, in an effort to preserve as much energy and oxygen as possible. He sat there still for several seconds, keeping his thoughts at peace as best he could, ignoring the ever-so-slight pressure in his lungs.

Eventually, another pressure grabbed his attention - his now completely hardened bulge. He could feel it pressing against his briefs, attempting to lure him away from his true goal. He tried to resist the urge. 'Maybe on the next pass,' he thought, as surely he would be coming down again, new record set or not. He eventually opened his eyes and looked to his watch. '43 seconds...' He was impressed; his chest barely felt any burn at all. 'I've so got this.' With renewed focus he set his sights on the prize, his excitement building at the thought of how far he could go.

His excitement got the better of him, however; a small amount of pre leaked through his shorts, his member now begging for attention. Slightly annoyed but desperate to fulfill its wishes, he eyed his watch again. 1:01... The burn in his chest was noticeable now, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. 'Maybe if I let loose now, I can at least come close and do better on the next try...' He considered his options, enticed by the pleasure but longing to fulfill his...

'Fuck it.'

His left hand reached to pull down his shorts, slowly revealing his 9-inch dick into the open water. A few bubbles left his nose again as he slipped his briefs off and tossed them aside. Finally he grasped his cock, the touch alone giving him fulfillment of his desires. His short, stubby tail wiggled behind him in delight. He resisted the urge to moan but inadvertently lost a few precious bubbles. Ignoring them, he started to stroke himself slowly, the ecstasy pouring all throughout his body. 'Ohhh yeahhh...'

He reveled in his pleasure, his strokes becoming more and more vigorous. His body moved slightly from his sitting position, causing him to reach for stability with his right hand. Without looking, his hand found the drain, gripping it tightly without much thought as his fingers plunging into separate holes. His chest was now burning, saying it was soon time for air, but he didn't care. His desire was too great. He briefly lost himself to his lust, determined to see himself to completion. A few more bubbles burst from his nose as he stomached another moan, and his climax seemed to draw ever closer. His left hand enthusiastically pulled up and down along his cock, as he moved his right hand to loosen his grip on the dr-

Suddenly he stopped. He pulled at his right hand. It didn't move. 'Oh shit! He was stuck!' He turned to look at his hand, discovering his thick middle finger lodged into one of the drain's holes. 'Fuck!' Turning his attention away from his stiff dick, he plunged his left hand over to his right wrist and tugged. It wouldn't budge. 'How did I get it in there so deep?!' He pulled again - still no good. His chest was now burning profusely at all the motion, his concentration now scattered. He started to panic. 'How much longer have I been down here? Oh god!'

Now more than anything he needed to escape his predicament. He brought himself up and placed both feet on the floor, his weight belt still tethered to the drain making it difficult to move. With even more force he tugged at his arm, letting loose a small cloud of bubbles from his muzzle. Pain pinched his finger as it tried to free itself. Still it lingered within the drain, refusing to come out completely. His thoughts began to race even more. 'What if I can't get it out?! Nobody knows I'm even here!! Th-This can't be it! I-'

*beep-beep-beep-beep*

*beep-beep-beep-beep*

A sharp shrill pierced the water. His alarm! It had passed 2:15!! 'No, no, NO!' He'd been down here too long! His lungs were begging him to resurface now, the pressure too great. He tugged again and again at his arm, ignoring any pain in his finger. He HAD to remove it from the drain, or he was going to drown! He would actually drown!! 'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' The alarm continued to echo throughout the pool, a constant reminder that he was well beyond his limits. He had to breathe!

With one last ditch effort, he pulled against his arm as hard as he could. He arched his back, his head looking up to the surface, water filling his nostrils. With all his might, he pulled, releasing a cloud of bubbles through clenched teeth when - *thoop* - his finger came out. He was free!!

'Oh GOD YES!'

The alarm still rang on, the additional seconds ticking away. He'd expelled most of his air by now. It was time to surface - NOW! He reached behind him to free himself from his weight belt, pulling hastily at the straps. One by one they loosened, until finally the belt began to slide off his waist. Without another thought, he kicked off for the surface, bubbles unwillingly pouring from his snout. He was so close now, his muzzle inches from the fresh air-

*THUNG*

He stopped unexpectedly, suddenly pulled back down by something around his left ankle. He yelled out in shock, his last precious air pouring from his mouth. "AAGHBLR!" 'WHAT?!' He tugged on his left leg, looking quickly to see the problem - straps from his belt were wrapped around his ankle, and the belt was still attached too...

The hook.

The hook was still in the drain!

He reached out in fear, his hands piercing the water's surface just beyond his muzzle, his legs thrashing about beneath him, hoping to free himself once again. But he couldn't hold on any longer. His lungs were completely empty. His body shook and in its absolute need for air, forced him to inhale.

"HHHERRGHHLLghh!"

Water crashed down into his lungs. His hands rushed to his now burning throat in shock. His legs continued to thrash, but their momentum was fading. He coughed up the water, only to inhale more, filling his lungs with each breath he took. His heart pounded in his chest. This was it.

He was finally drowning.

The realization dawned on him. Suddenly, his stiff cock spewed out a white cloud of semen into the pool. The intense and somewhat unexpected pleasure caused his body to tingle and twitch, taking his mind briefly away from his unfortunate predicament. His thoughts then returned to his throat and lungs, the crisp cool water filling them with a new sensation, at first painful...but now somehow almost soothing. 'So...this is...what its...'

His mind slowly began to fade, his body now limp and tired from his struggle. He ultimately resigned to his fate, taking in another deep breath of clear pool water, wanting to experience it inside him for as long as he could. The sound of the alarm became distant, muffled. He drifted slowly to the bottom, his thoughts still barely hanging on. He looked up to the surface, once so close and now so far away. He could see the stars beyond, gazing back at him as he sank into his own deep void. Now lying along the pool bottom, he breathed in the water one last time, relishing the sensation he'd lusted over for so long, before finally slipping into a dark silence...