WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)

Insane!! Maybe best chapter so far!!! I really will need for Russell to be properly fucked at some point. I hope!

Can you believe if I were to do all this build up for 30 chapters in total and Scott actually never had a cock in his ass?! Ahah. That would be cruel of me!

But again, maybe the readers of this story deserves some cruelty after having jerk off to our poor Scott's misadventures. ;)
 
I would not be so hard on Scott as the poor guy is constantly battling with himself.

I went more into details on the "behind the scene" of this story on my Patreon but to keep it short, Scott has been put in a very vulnerable position which explains his unability to actually fight back.

As mentioned in the story, wrestling is the only thing he has ever been good at and which allowed him to go to college. He is very insecure about his body (especially the size of his dick and ass) and is very intimadated by Coach Ranson who represents both the authority and father figure in his life.

Helped by his staff, the Coach has successfully isolated Scott from anyone who could help/support him (his family, Travis, his friends outside of wrestling, the other students who now see him as a freak...).

As the year goes by, the manipulation and gaslighting is getting more intense. Scott is getting more and more under the Coach's influence as being successful in the wrestling team and in the eyes of his Coach becomes the single thing that matters in his life.

But there is still a part of him which keeps pushing back, his true self. Sometimes he does something crazier than usual and he suddenly is aware of the insanity of what he is doing, but he is so deep at this point that it becomes very difficult to admit he has been manipulated this whole time. The constant manipulation (now even in his dorm room) + the supplements/drugs he is being fed are messing with him.

If Coach Ranson had told him in the first chapter to shoot a porn video with Damian, he would have told him to fuck off, that he was crazy! But at this point of the story, Coach Ranson has been slowly pushing Scott to go further and further for months...

You can also notice that once he spends the christmas holidays at his parents', he becomes more self aware, he goes back to straight porn, his true self comes back but as soon as he is back at the univerty, Coach Ranson and his staff double down on the manipulation and it is even worse than during the first semester.

As a writer, it would not make sense to me if everything was smooth sailing and if somehow, Scott had suddenly fully accepted being a bitch for his Coach and the team, this is why this is a slow evolution with some back and forth.

I mean, in my mind, the moment Scott will have fully turn into the gay cock-sucker Coach Ranson wished he were or the moment he will actually and fully fight back will be the end of the story. Because the story is all about the journey to get there. Once it will happen, I won't have much more to tell.

For me, the main stake of this story (which we are getting to on my Pateron as I am publishing the very last chapters there) is to know whether Scott will fully "turn" as the Coach wishes and never come back to the straight guy that he was, or whether he will have a finale moment of clarity when he will understand that he has been manipulated!

Wait and see. The story is 31 chapters long. :)
Please go with clarity and revenge on everyone that’s been involved. Damien I think he’s just an idiot I could be wrong but I think he likes Scott but doesn’t want to admit that because that’s gay.
His roommate is another idiot
 
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Can you believe if I were to do all this build up for 30 chapters in total and Scott actually never had a cock in his ass?! Ahah. That would be cruel of me!

But again, maybe the readers of this story deserves some cruelty after having jerk off to our poor Scott's misadventures. ;)
I did think Damien was going to fuck him on the shoot. Damien is such an animal is so turned on by Scott’s arse that I thought he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would go for it.
 
I would not be so hard on Scott as the poor guy is constantly battling with himself.

I went more into details on the "behind the scene" of this story on my Patreon but to keep it short, Scott has been put in a very vulnerable position which explains his unability to actually fight back.

As mentioned in the story, wrestling is the only thing he has ever been good at and which allowed him to go to college. He is very insecure about his body (especially the size of his dick and ass) and is very intimadated by Coach Ranson who represents both the authority and father figure in his life.

Helped by his staff, the Coach has successfully isolated Scott from anyone who could help/support him (his family, Travis, his friends outside of wrestling, the other students who now see him as a freak...).

As the year goes by, the manipulation and gaslighting is getting more intense. Scott is getting more and more under the Coach's influence as being successful in the wrestling team and in the eyes of his Coach becomes the single thing that matters in his life.

But there is still a part of him which keeps pushing back, his true self. Sometimes he does something crazier than usual and he suddenly is aware of the insanity of what he is doing, but he is so deep at this point that it becomes very difficult to admit he has been manipulated this whole time. The constant manipulation (now even in his dorm room) + the supplements/drugs he is being fed are messing with him.

If Coach Ranson had told him in the first chapter to shoot a porn video with Damian, he would have told him to fuck off, that he was crazy! But at this point of the story, Coach Ranson has been slowly pushing Scott to go further and further for months...

You can also notice that once he spends the christmas holidays at his parents', he becomes more self aware, he goes back to straight porn, his true self comes back but as soon as he is back at the univerty, Coach Ranson and his staff double down on the manipulation and it is even worse than during the first semester.

As a writer, it would not make sense to me if everything was smooth sailing and if somehow, Scott had suddenly fully accepted being a bitch for his Coach and the team, this is why this is a slow evolution with some back and forth.

I mean, in my mind, the moment Scott will have fully turn into the gay cock-sucker Coach Ranson wished he were or the moment he will actually and fully fight back will be the end of the story. Because the story is all about the journey to get there. Once it will happen, I won't have much more to tell.

For me, the main stake of this story (which we are getting to on my Pateron as I am publishing the very last chapters there) is to know whether Scott will fully "turn" as the Coach wishes and never come back to the straight guy that he was, or whether he will have a finale moment of clarity when he will understand that he has been manipulated!

Wait and see. The story is 31 chapters long. :)
I totally agree with you lol you are the author. I just wished Scott got ahead of the curve and embraced his assets like these new online personalities do with Onlyfans. He could of beat the curve. Lol I still love the story and all the manipulation and everything you’ve done with it so far. I’m just so engaged in the story that I wanted to open a bit of dialogue by speaking out loud.
 
Can you believe if I were to do all this build up for 30 chapters in total and Scott actually never had a cock in his ass?! Ahah. That would be cruel of me!

But again, maybe the readers of this story deserves some cruelty after having jerk off to our poor Scott's misadventures. ;)
If he does can it be Damien
 
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I’m enjoying this series immensely, I used to wrestle in Highschool…

195-HWT weight class (numerous tournaments won 1st place, multiple time League Champ x3,CIF Champ individually x1, TEAM CIF champs x3, masters qualifier/placer(1) x2, state qualifier x1)

so when it comes to the description of the sport.. I find it lackluster. As if you did your analysis on purely look without bothering to learn the lingo. I would absolutely love to explain the sport of wrestling so that you can add some realism to your writing. Even though it’s fictional I completely understand that not everyone will share the same opinions as me and some might not want “boring” wrestling language.

an example could be said when you’re discussing scott’s “submissive position” when wrestlers go into the second round, when they go out of bounds and have to come back in after being taken down, the wrestler comes back in the “down position” where your on your hands and knees, back arched, elbows bent slightly, ready to spring up. Or the recognition of the point system. (Take downs 2 pts, being almost pinned can vary depending on how long a wrestler is being held in a position where they try and have both shoulder blades hit the mat, escaping is 1 pt, pinning the person on their back with both shoulder blades is an automatic win.)

Some of the moves could be improved as well such as “shooting” when you lung forward for a take down. A double, single leg, and High crotch take down. The cradle, the butcher, the arm bar, half nelson, etx. Are al roles in wrestling.

plus are they doing greco romen wrestling, folkstyle, or? These really depend on the moves they’re alloweed
 
I’m enjoying this series immensely, I used to wrestle in Highschool…

195-HWT weight class (numerous tournaments won 1st place, multiple time League Champ x3,CIF Champ individually x1, TEAM CIF champs x3, masters qualifier/placer(1) x2, state qualifier x1)

so when it comes to the description of the sport.. I find it lackluster. As if you did your analysis on purely look without bothering to learn the lingo. I would absolutely love to explain the sport of wrestling so that you can add some realism to your writing. Even though it’s fictional I completely understand that not everyone will share the same opinions as me and some might not want “boring” wrestling language.

an example could be said when you’re discussing scott’s “submissive position” when wrestlers go into the second round, when they go out of bounds and have to come back in after being taken down, the wrestler comes back in the “down position” where your on your hands and knees, back arched, elbows bent slightly, ready to spring up. Or the recognition of the point system. (Take downs 2 pts, being almost pinned can vary depending on how long a wrestler is being held in a position where they try and have both shoulder blades hit the mat, escaping is 1 pt, pinning the person on their back with both shoulder blades is an automatic win.)

Some of the moves could be improved as well such as “shooting” when you lung forward for a take down. A double, single leg, and High crotch take down. The cradle, the butcher, the arm bar, half nelson, etx. Are al roles in wrestling.

plus are they doing greco romen wrestling, folkstyle, or? These really depend on the moves they’re alloweed
Thanks for your comment!

I totally agree, this is one of my biggest regret.

The story is over on Patreon (well, I will post the epilogue on saturday) but I do regret not being more precise about the sport. I'm European and English is not my first language, so even if I do watch my fair amount of wrestling matches on Youtube, i am mostly clueless on the technical lingo and this is why the actual matches do not take much space in the story.

I really regret not being more specific from the start, maybe for a reedited version.

Although, love to know that actual wrestlers read me! ahah
 
Thanks for your comment!

I totally agree, this is one of my biggest regret.

The story is over on Patreon (well, I will post the epilogue on saturday) but I do regret not being more precise about the sport. I'm European and English is not my first language, so even if I do watch my fair amount of wrestling matches on Youtube, i am mostly clueless on the technical lingo and this is why the actual matches do not take much space in the story.

I really regret not being more specific from the start, maybe for a reedited version.

Although, love to know that actual wrestlers read me! ahah
Are there extra bits of the story on your patron for example what happened to Damien in the doctors office.
 
Are there extra bits of the story on your patron for example what happened to Damien in the doctors office.
Not that specifically, but I am starting to publish the Coach's journal there, so there are multiple scenes which are retold through his perspective, and some additional exclusive scenes where Scott was not involved and which included the other members of the team.
 
Not that specifically, but I am starting to publish the Coach's journal there, so there are multiple scenes which are retold through his perspective, and some additional exclusive scenes where Scott was not involved and which included the other members of the team.
Absolutely brilliant, ever since you mentioned there being extra scenes in attendants with Martin specifically I started noticing parts where possibly something could have happened.

Damian and the doctors office sticks out to me because of his reaction when he came out.
 
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Not that specifically, but I am starting to publish the Coach's journal there, so there are multiple scenes which are retold through his perspective, and some additional exclusive scenes where Scott was not involved and which included the other members of the team.
From some dialogue or comments made in this 2nd semester, it seems there's more to the overnight stay at coach's house over Christmas than has been told. If so, are the details in the Coach's journal as well? Could just be me as I've hoped all along that those 2 would enjoy some intimate moments together.
 
From some dialogue or comments made in this 2nd semester, it seems there's more to the overnight stay at coach's house over Christmas than has been told. If so, are the details in the Coach's journal as well? Could just be me as I've hoped all along that those 2 would enjoy some intimate moments together.
What makes you think more happened. The story is being told through Scott eyes so if something happened he would have said. But I’m interested to know why you think more happened I could have missed something
 
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 20: Playing dirty (Part 1)

One month.

Thirty-one long days since the last time I had cummed.

It was the morning of our first big competition of the second semester and my mind, as well as my horned-up cock, were running wild!

Coach had told me that he would let me cum during one of the matches that day. What a relief! He knew that I could not hold it any longer and he considered that rather wasting my juice, at least, I could use that freaking month worth of milk to throw one of my opponents off. I just had to wait for the perfect timing.

Doctor Peterson had also given his green-light. He was trying to get me on a clinical trial for a substitute of the B87 protein and he thought that cumming only once a month would not jeopardize my level of testosterone too much.

It did not even phase me anymore that Coach Ranson and Doctor Peterson were choosing where and when I should cum. It was just part of my life.

We were also hopeful that the other guys would use the hose technique on me, not only it would not bother me one bit – I had been sufficiently trained to take it without flinching -, but that could even be good for me, Doctor Peterson had mentioned multiple times, to be jizzed on.

I needed as much healthy alpha male sperm as I could possibly get.

At this point, I was fine with all of that, however, I was not sure that I could wait a few more hours before cumming. This last stretch was the hardest one, no pun intended.

Victor looked worried for me. My roommate had been really supportive during the past month.

He pretty much knew everything about me. After Damian had come to get me for the shooting with Francis, I had to admit to Victor that we were filming some “sexy” videos to make some money. I did not go into details but Victor figured that I got nutted on by Damian as I still had dried semen in my hair, above my eyebrow and on my neck when I came back from the shooting.

As always, Victor acted very cool about it. Nothing could stutter him it seemed.

He also knew that I was going absolutely mad about not cumming. He took my condition very seriously, even mentioning that he had read some stuff about the B87 protein and that if I did not want to “turn gay” (his words, not mine), he was pretty sure that I had to ingest a gallon of sperm a day.

Bullshit, I replied, but deep down I was scared that he might be right…

“You look in bad shape, dude.” He told me as I was gathering my stuff before the competition. My monster cock was literally hard 24/7 so this was no longer surprising, but it was now leaking everywhere. Frankly, I was exhausted.

“I just can’t take it, man… The second a wrestler will touch me, like, my dick is going to explode. No homo.” I felt it was important to specify. “I can barely shower anymore; the slightest contact and I know my dick will be leaking cum. It’s just crazy. The Coach told me I should keep on with the supplements but I’m sure they’re making things even worse!”

“Dude, we have to get you settle down. We cannot ruin 31 days of efforts like this! You know that you’ll cum today, that’s why you’re on edge! But afterwards, you’ll see, you’ll feel fine.”

“I know… But that’s just insane.”

He held my head in his hands:

“Scott, you are unbeaten this year. It’s like record breaking! You have to remember why you are doing this.”

I nodded yes. Sometimes, Victor made me think of Coach Ranson. They were very different but they seemed to always know how to get me to keep going.

“Thanks, bro. I mean… It won’t be the first time that I’ll go on the mat with a hard-on…”

“And I’ll be in the bleachers, front-row, supporting you and the rest of the Wolves! It’s not like the guys from the other schools won’t be sporting erections anyway! Your wrestling competitions have been a real fuck-fest lately.”

“We don’t fuck!”

I hated when people were making this looked worse than it was.

As Coach Ranson explained times and times again, using our dicks’ energy and fluids were just another technique, another muscle of our body that we were soliciting to achieve greatness while wrestling. No need to call it a fuck-fest or make gay allusions!

“No, I know, that’s just the sport…” Victor stated in a neutral tone.

“You should go on the mat one day; you’ll see it’s way more physical and hardcore than water polo.”

“More hardcore, I can take your word on that.”

I did not notice the irony in his remark…

I did notice however that he was naked. Victor was pretty much in the nude 24/7 when we were together in our room, just the way he liked it, and I was barely paying attention anymore. But at that point in the conversation, he grabbed his semi-erected cock so it was becoming difficult to ignore.

“Anyway, I guess you need some help before going to the competition?”

In the last couple of weeks, the “ersatz” method had helped a bit. He would cum and I would watch him, picturing it was me. Often, it would get my dick to soften up, at least for a couple of hours. Better than nothing.

“You don’t have to…” I mumbled.

“Come on, I know what you want when you complain about your need to cum. It always ends the same way! Just be direct about it, you need to see me stroking my big cock. Just say it.” He was already caressing himself.

Maybe it was true but I was still very uncomfortable with that. Not cumming was one thing, using the hose technique during wrestling matches was just part of the sport now, but this, staring at someone else while he was stroking himself, it felt weird, dirty, just like the videos I had to shoot for the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s Onlyfans page.

“Victor, I don’t know. Maybe I can find another way to release some of the pressure. I could watch very depressing YouTube videos; it should get my libido down.”

“Seriously? You know Victor Junior here is the only one who gets you to cool off.” He giggled his cock around. He loved doing that.

“Vic, it’s just a lot…”

“It’s annoying for me too, you know! Having to waste my jizz on you, just so you can make it weeks without cumming. I feel like I have to cum for the both of us, it’s a lot of pressure. But I do it because I want to be there for you. We’re roommates, we’re friends, we’re a team! I trust you would do the same thing for me.”

“I know, dude. And I really appreciate that but, I already told you, you don’t have to…”

He had pushed me on my bed. “Hey!” I yelled, forced to sit down.

“Shhhh… I’m feeling it. My dick is already getting bigger. Let’s do a quickie now. I’m done with talking, just appreciate that big cock of mine. You’ll thank me later.”

My own dick was throbbing in my pants. The ersatz method had already worked before… Why fight this? I looked at his big dick getting engorged to full erection hoping that would help me.

That time, Victor wasted no time in stroking himself intensely.

Usually, well the few times we had done it before, he would take his damn time, making sure I could get into my character. I was supposed to picture myself as the one holding his cock, it would become “my” cock, and when he would cum, I would feel like I was the one jizzing.

But not that morning.

He was going at it like a maniac standing a foot away from me while I was sitting on the edge of my bed. He knew that I had to go soon, I could not be late for the weigh-ins.

“Just take a good look, man. You feel like you’re the one stroking it. Right?”

“Yeah, I’m looking.”

“Come on, man, you have to feel it. Wanna grab it so you can feel like you’re really jerking off?”

He got his cock closer to my face, almost slapping me with it. I instinctively got my hand towards his dick before I stopped myself. What the hell was I doing?!

“Dude! No, that’s gay!”

He chuckled.

“You’re really funny, Scott.”

“Why?”

“No… Nothing.”

He did not insist and just kept on stroking his cock with his own hand. He did not move though. He was so close to my face at this point; I could literally smell his dick.

I had never told Victor that I had given a hand job to Damian. When I came back from the shooting that day, it felt a little weird. I mean, Damian did not seem to give a fuck but like, I just never thought that I would actually hold another man’s dick, even less so, stroke it and get a facial… I wanted to forget all about this.

I was lost in my thoughts when I felt Victor’s uncut cock slapping my face.

“Dude!”

“Sorry, bro. I’m getting there, it’s hard to focus on everything at the same time. I feel like I’m going to jizz like crazy. You’re ready?”

“Yeah, but careful man…” I said as his dick slapped my left cheek again, almost hitting my lips.

“Can I cum on your face, dude?”

“No way!”

I pushed away his dick with my hands, touching it for the first time.

“Why not? Come on! I know you let the asshole of Feytons do it, and you would not let me? Besides, you know it’s good for you!”

“Vic… I…”

“Dude, I should get something out of this, no? You make me jerk off for you several times a week and I have nothing in return, that’s not fair… I thought I was a better friend for you than Feytons!”

“I don’t know… Maybe you can cum on my chest, but like, not on my face.”

He still was not happy with that compromise.

“Stop being so selfish. Come on, let’s just try it this once. It’s not like it will kill you, it might even heal you!”

His cock was throbbing before my eyes, slapping me repeatedly. I let the other wrestlers cum on my ass countless of times but aside for a few exceptions, they were always wearing their singlets… I did receive a couple of facials for sure… well maybe more than a couple… but it was always on accident or because I did not have any other choice.

Victor’s dick touched my lips again.

“Victor, please not on my mouth.” I begged.

“Ok, I’ll just hit your cheeks then!” He replied with the biggest smile.

I nodded yes. Imperceptibly, but I did nod my approval.

A second later, Victor was aiming his large uncut dick right towards my eyes and releasing several volleys of thick white cum on my face. My vision became blurry as I felt more spunk dripping down my cheeks, my nose, and yes, even down my lips. I would have shouted but I knew from experience that if I were to open my mouth now, I would swallow some jizz.

From experience… Damn, what did that say about me? How much sperm was I ingesting lately?

“Wow, bro, I painted you like I’m fucking Van Gogh!” Victor exclaimed, hilarious. “That’s so much better than you, just staring at me like a perv! This is actually fun if I get to spray you. A fucking win-win.”

I was practically blind and was looking for a tissue or a towel with my hands. Not finding anything, I used my fingers to at least wipe my eyes and my mouth.

“Man, that’s crazy!” I spoke.

“Yeah, awesome!” Victor was ecstatic, shaking his cock, which was slowly becoming limp again, to let go of the last drops of cum on my face.

“Dude! Stop!”

He finally moved back to sit on his bed.

“Quit acting so shocked man, you’re taking jizz on yourself all the freaking time. And look! Scott, that’s amazing! Look at your cock!”

I looked down at my loose underwear. For fuck’s sake, they were no longer forming a tent! My dick was soft. Victory!

“Damn, it worked.” I simply commented, a bit confused about the whole thing.

“I told you, dude! It’s like your dick feels like it has just cummed. Brain works in crazy ways! Now we know it works even better when I spray you with my milk. But let’s go, you’re gonna be late to the competition.”

I would have preferred to shower but I just wiped my face with some tissues before going. Victor looked disappointed when he saw me getting rid of his spunk. What was he expecting? I was not about to walk around with his jizz on my face!

This time, the university was hosting the competition and I had never seen our bleachers so full. A lot of students from our college, who would not go to see matches outside the city, were there, and the usual crowd of gay guys (at least, I assumed they were gays) who had taken a sudden interest in our sport during the first semester seemed more excited than ever.

From what I had heard; some people were even denied access because all of the seats were taken. The dean was there, a fifty years old tall and bald man, he seemed very content with himself.

At the same competition, last year, the Wolves were already dead last in the rankings and besides from hardcore wrestling fans and some families of the athletes, the bleachers were totally empty.

Coach Ranson really achieved something there. He was congratulated by dean Falker and he pointed out to me with a confident smile. I felt a beam of pride in my chest.

The atmosphere in the locker-room was both tense and frantic. By the time I was getting naked for the weigh-in, my full hard-on was back. My dick felt heavy, my balls too. One month of sperm was filling them. Months ago, I could have been embarrassed by this but more than half of the guys were sporting erections so it was no big deal, even if mine looked humongous in comparison.

I was in full beast-mode anyway, getting into the zone. I did not pay the slightest attention to the 70 other athletes there. The rest of the Wolves team were all getting a pep talk from Coach Daniel but I did not need one. I was ready.

“We’re home! The school board is here. Your close-ones are here. That’s your fucking moment to shine!”

The pressure was on. We were all feeling it.

I got to the scale for my weigh-in, a bit nervous. The referee looked at my elephant-size cock with his eyes wide open. He looked around himself, like he was trying to find someone to attest this was for real. I was for real. I hopped on the scale.

It said 150 lbs.

[Chapter 20 continues below]
 
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 20: Playing dirty (Part 2)

For a split second, I felt like my whole life was over. I thought that my balls were so heavy that I may have gone above my weight. Shit, shit, shit! I was already naked. I had deprived myself from water and from eating for the previous 12 hours. What-else could I do? But then, the scale settled at 149 lbs. THANK YOU GOD.

“Ok.” The referee mumbled, his face all red. I turned around, Cory was waiting for his turn behind me, we were competing in the same weight-class.

“Man, have you seen who else is here?” He asked me as I was going back to the locker to put on my singlet and drink a full bottle of water.

“No, who?”

As he was about to respond, Amir came to join us and cut us off. He was naked as well, his very hairy cock dangling between his legs. He was not hard. Not yet.

“Dudes! A bunch of the Eagles team members might just be excluded from the competition altogether!”

They were some of our fiercest competitors. Strafer who had stopped competing after I had cummed on his thigh, belonged to the Eagles.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, some of the wrestlers were caught with Viagra! The Coach was making them take it before the competition apparently.”

“Shit. That’s sick!” Cory commented.

And I thought Coach Ranson was extreme…

“And they would get excluded? For that?” I enquired.

“It’s a drug. Like, it would be considered as they are doping themselves. But they are going through piss tests right now. Carrying Viagra pills is not forbidden, taking them is.”

I was not too sure how to take the news. I wanted to win fair and square.

This was really getting out of hands if athletes were taking Viagra to stay hard during matches now. Coach Ranson had warned us that the other teams were looking up to our new ways of using our bodies to win matches, but also looking to destroy us now that we were in the lead. I, in particular, was a target.

I thought it was better to isolate myself so I would not lose my focus. I could hear roaring in the gymnasium already. The atmosphere was very different from the other competitions so far.

During the first semester, the excitement had been building up gradually. As the weeks went by, the athletes and their staff went further with their outrageous techniques, taking advantage of the “cumming is allowed” rule, and the audience slowly grew and shifted towards more adult males. But that day of February, after weeks of expectation and preparation for the second semester, it felt like everyone was ready to burst!

Quite literally. And myself specifically! I was once again leaking through my translucent singlet.

The same referee who did the weight-in came back to take me. I thought I was about to go on the mat but he informed me that I had been selected for an impromptu drugs testing. I was conducted to a room where Doctor Peterson and an older man wearing a doctor’s gown were sitting at a table. A few bottles before them. The referee sat to join them.

“Good morning, Russel.” The doctor that I did not know talked first. “Just a routine procedure, we need to take a sample of your urine to clear you for the competition.”

I knew this could happen but in nearly two years of college wrestling, I never had to undergo such a test. It made sense though, if they were testing for Viagra, my hard throbbing cock, clearly visible through the tight fabric of my singlet, was quite the incriminating evidence.

Lucky for me, I had not taken anything except from the Coach’s supplements. But Doctor Peterson looked nervous as hell and that threw me off a bit. They had ensured me it was all-natural stuff?! I prayed that they were right.

“Go ahead, then.” The referee was pointing at a small container on the table.

“Where should I…”

“Right here.” Doctor Peterson cut me off. “We need to make sure the piss will be coming out of your di… penis.”

“Just take off your singlet and let’s move on with it. We’re already late on the schedule.” The other doctor said impatiently.

I obliged, revealing my hard cock to the three men sitting in front of me. The referee got red again. I had a big dick, could he just get over it?!

Stark naked and with the container in my hand, I suddenly became aware of the very serious and pragmatical issue I was facing. I could not get my dick to go down to pee! Fuck me!

“What are you waiting for, boy?” The doctor scolded.

“I… I’m hard.” I replied, stating the obvious.

He sighed.

“Gosh. We surely can see that. Should we get a woman in here so you can soften up?”

“What? Why?”

“Clearly, having three males in front of you have a certain effect on your libido.” The doctor stated coldly. I was mortified. The referee, if it was even possible, was redder than before!

“It’s not that… It’s just… I’m always hard.”

“Young males!” Commented Doctor Peterson, attempting to lighten up the mood. “Look, Scott, can’t you just piss like this? If we cannot do the test, you cannot move on with the competition. It’s as simple as that”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Of course, I could pee with a hard on. Lately, it was all I was doing, peeing in the shower and trying to not hit me on the face with my own piss. But I could not do that before those guys, right there!

“Ok, declined then.” The other doctor said after a few seconds of awkward silence, already getting up.

“What? Please no!” I begged him.

“We don’t have all day, boy. And this is obvious you have taken some Viagra. Nobody can stay that hard for that long.”

“I can! I swear I can. It’s just that I no longer cum… and…. Please!”

Placing the container right at the top of my dickhead, I focused to try relieving myself. The doctor sat back down. I was shaking.

I needed to think about waterfalls. I had drunk a gallon of water after my weigh-in, it should not be that difficult to pee in that small container.

Suddenly, the flow started but I had not anticipated that big of a stream, the small container was filled in just two seconds and afterwards, my piss was going everywhere. I crossed the look of Doctor Peterson, he seemed both amazed and flabbergasted at the same time.

“OH MY GOD! AIM THAT THING, BOY! THE FURNITURE, THE ROOM!” The referee shouted.

Panicking, I aimed at the only place I could to avoid messing up everything in the room… Myself!

While trying to stop the flow, I was hitting my upper body, pecs and even my face with my piss. When it finally stopped, I was drenched with my own urine. The three men in front of me looked shocked. One would be for less…

“I… I’m so sorry…” I managed to say, the container filled with my piss shaking in my hand.

“That’s all-right. Just give us that and we’ll test this right away. We’ll call someone to clean the mess.” Doctor Peterson said.

Most of the mess was on me. I just nodded and put the container back on the table. I was speechless and lost. Did I just piss on myself in front of other people? I almost got out the room naked but I was asked to put my singlet back on… without showering or anything. But I could not object, I was just a disgusting freak!

The clamour continued outside but I was shook. I could smell myself. My singlet was sticky.

“Bro, what the hell happened to you?” Damian asked as I was back in the locker-room, he was chatting with Coach Daniel.

“I got called in for a drug testing. They think that I take Viagra.”

“No shit.” Looking more closely at me, Damian said: “Dude, looked like you peed all over yourself.”

He was not actually thinking what he was saying at first, it was just too much of a crazy idea. But then, I did not respond and he had his answer. I had actually pissed on me. Him too, looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Fuck. Bro… You… You did not…”

“Scott? Really?” Coach Daniel asked, legitimately concerned.

At the same moment, we were all called for our first matches.

“Your test is clear!” It was Coach Ranson coming in. “Those assholes, as if I would drug my own athletes.” He said patting my hair.

Damian was whispering something to Eli and Harry, showing me off while they were walking to the gymnasium. I wanted to disappear. I had never been this humiliated. The piss had dried up but the smell… I felt like it would never leave me.

“Coach… Scott here has had a little problem during his drug testing.” Daniel said to the Head Coach.

Coach Ranson looked at me. He then sniffed me. To my astonishment, a huge smile appeared on his face.

“This is quite perfect! A smelly, horned-up, full of testosterones and dirty athlete! No way the other wrestlers will stand a chance! Would they even dare to touch you? Go get them, my boy!”

He kissed my forehead (fucking gross!!) and thirty seconds later, I was on the mat, the crowd cheering me on, my opponent, a Latino guy with a huge hard dick, compressed under his black singlet, was getting himself in the starting position, arching his ass.

“Come on, Scott! You got him!” I recognized Victor’s voice from afar but did not find him within the packed crowd.

The match started and I noticed my opponent’s surprise when our bodies came into contact. Not just my huge stiffed cock. Not just the precum. But the smell of piss. I had him down in just a single round. He painfully tried to cum to throw me off multiple times, but when he finally released his loads, it was too late. I had already won; I had pinned him on his back, he was jizzing on my front.

When it was clear that my opponent was defeated, it was like an explosion in the gymnasium.

I realized that everyone was supporting me. In a blur, I thought that I saw a sign with “Wrestling Team Gone Wild” written in red all over it. But my attention was taken elsewhere, a big screen showed: 21 times unbeaten champion, Scott Russel, with a picture of me.

The referee held my fist high, I was drenched in sweat, piss and cum, my hard dick was still throbbing in my translucent singlet but I was a champion.

And it was only the first match of the day.

All around me, wrestlers were getting creamed on and were grabbing each other like I had never seen before. People in the bleachers were shouting, dancing. It was like everyone was on drug. The effects of adrenaline maybe… The sport really had changed!

Coach Ranson hugged me and slapped my ass.

“Here you go, my champion. Three matches to go to make history.”

From the moment I had been called for the drug testing and the moment I had won my match. Everything had gone so fast. I thought the Wolves would make fun of me. Damian, Eli, Tom… I mean, I looked awful, I smelled awful! But they were all too focused on their own games and I was still the undefeated champion.

In the end, they just wished they could be me, I thought.

I drank some more supplements, did finally wash my face (but not my body) and got ready for the next match. I had not even wiped away the cum from my opponent dripping on my singlet and running down my left thigh.

Coach Ranson was now sitting with the dean and gave me a nod of approval. He wanted me to stay dirty, what better way to throw off the other athletes?

I got creamed on in both the second and the third matches. In each instance, the cum went through their singlets and poured on me straight through mine. Maybe I should clarify that it was still forbidden to take our dicks out and jizz directly onto someone, the wrestling board had judged this would be going too far.

I know, right? Can you believe that they had actual limits!?

I almost cummed during the last match as my opponent, a quick tall and slim guy, stroked my cock to make me lose focus. But I resisted. I could not tell by which miracle but I only poured a few ounces of jizz inside my singlet and I managed to stop my ejaculation from happening.

This was my day. Nothing and no one could stop me!

While every other athlete was shaken up by how dirty the competition had gotten, I was focused on my moves, my technique, my positions. I was wrestling like a pro. I had learned to take all the filthy things that could come up my way and I did not flinch once. I was physically and mentally stronger than any of those guys. Fuck, I was feeling myself!

For the last match of the day, I knew I would be authorized to finally let it all out. Not caring about the crowd running wild, I knew that I could blow my loads and spray my opponent. With the amount of cum I was storing in me, whoever he was, he would not survive the hit! Coach Ranson would be so proud of me! I almost jizzed just at that thought.

I looked at the board to see the name of my next opponent.

In a matter of seconds, my confidence, my rage, my motivation, they were all gone. My whole world was shattered.

“Russel. Scott. (Wolves) vs Lee. Travis. (Eagles) – 149 lbs”

I turned around and there he was, Travis, wearing a yellow and grey singlet, one of the very few athletes not sporting a hard on and looking at me like he could not believe the disgusting state I was in.

Damn. I had to fight with my former best friend.

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Chapter 20: Playing dirty (Part 2)

For a split second, I felt like my whole life was over. I thought that my balls were so heavy that I may have gone above my weight. Shit, shit, shit! I was already naked. I had deprived myself from water and from eating for the previous 12 hours. What-else could I do? But then, the scale settled at 149 lbs. THANK YOU GOD.

“Ok.” The referee mumbled, his face all red. I turned around, Cory was waiting for his turn behind me, we were competing in the same weight-class.

“Man, have you seen who else is here?” He asked me as I was going back to the locker to put on my singlet and drink a full bottle of water.

“No, who?”

As he was about to respond, Amir came to join us and cut us off. He was naked as well, his very hairy cock dangling between his legs. He was not hard. Not yet.

“Dudes! A bunch of the Eagles team members might just be excluded from the competition altogether!”

They were some of our fiercest competitors. Strafer who had stopped competing after I had cummed on his thigh, belonged to the Eagles.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, some of the wrestlers were caught with Viagra! The Coach was making them take it before the competition apparently.”

“Shit. That’s sick!” Cory commented.

And I thought Coach Ranson was extreme…

“And they would get excluded? For that?” I enquired.

“It’s a drug. Like, it would be considered as they are doping themselves. But they are going through piss tests right now. Carrying Viagra pills is not forbidden, taking them is.”

I was not too sure how to take the news. I wanted to win fair and square.

This was really getting out of hands if athletes were taking Viagra to stay hard during matches now. Coach Ranson had warned us that the other teams were looking up to our new ways of using our bodies to win matches, but also looking to destroy us now that we were in the lead. I, in particular, was a target.

I thought it was better to isolate myself so I would not lose my focus. I could hear roaring in the gymnasium already. The atmosphere was very different from the other competitions so far.

During the first semester, the excitement had been building up gradually. As the weeks went by, the athletes and their staff went further with their outrageous techniques, taking advantage of the “cumming is allowed” rule, and the audience slowly grew and shifted towards more adult males. But that day of February, after weeks of expectation and preparation for the second semester, it felt like everyone was ready to burst!

Quite literally. And myself specifically! I was once again leaking through my translucent singlet.

The same referee who did the weight-in came back to take me. I thought I was about to go on the mat but he informed me that I had been selected for an impromptu drugs testing. I was conducted to a room where Doctor Peterson and an older man wearing a doctor’s gown were sitting at a table. A few bottles before them. The referee sat to join them.

“Good morning, Russel.” The doctor that I did not know talked first. “Just a routine procedure, we need to take a sample of your urine to clear you for the competition.”

I knew this could happen but in nearly two years of college wrestling, I never had to undergo such a test. It made sense though, if they were testing for Viagra, my hard throbbing cock, clearly visible through the tight fabric of my singlet, was quite the incriminating evidence.

Lucky for me, I had not taken anything except from the Coach’s supplements. But Doctor Peterson looked nervous as hell and that threw me off a bit. They had ensured me it was all-natural stuff?! I prayed that they were right.

“Go ahead, then.” The referee was pointing at a small container on the table.

“Where should I…”

“Right here.” Doctor Peterson cut me off. “We need to make sure the piss will be coming out of your di… penis.”

“Just take off your singlet and let’s move on with it. We’re already late on the schedule.” The other doctor said impatiently.

I obliged, revealing my hard cock to the three men sitting in front of me. The referee got red again. I had a big dick, could he just get over it?!

Stark naked and with the container in my hand, I suddenly became aware of the very serious and pragmatical issue I was facing. I could not get my dick to go down to pee! Fuck me!

“What are you waiting for, boy?” The doctor scolded.

“I… I’m hard.” I replied, stating the obvious.

He sighed.

“Gosh. We surely can see that. Should we get a woman in here so you can soften up?”

“What? Why?”

“Clearly, having three males in front of you have a certain effect on your libido.” The doctor stated coldly. I was mortified. The referee, if it was even possible, was redder than before!

“It’s not that… It’s just… I’m always hard.”

“Young males!” Commented Doctor Peterson, attempting to lighten up the mood. “Look, Scott, can’t you just piss like this? If we cannot do the test, you cannot move on with the competition. It’s as simple as that”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Of course, I could pee with a hard on. Lately, it was all I was doing, peeing in the shower and trying to not hit me on the face with my own piss. But I could not do that before those guys, right there!

“Ok, declined then.” The other doctor said after a few seconds of awkward silence, already getting up.

“What? Please no!” I begged him.

“We don’t have all day, boy. And this is obvious you have taken some Viagra. Nobody can stay that hard for that long.”

“I can! I swear I can. It’s just that I no longer cum… and…. Please!”

Placing the container right at the top of my dickhead, I focused to try relieving myself. The doctor sat back down. I was shaking.

I needed to think about waterfalls. I had drunk a gallon of water after my weigh-in, it should not be that difficult to pee in that small container.

Suddenly, the flow started but I had not anticipated that big of a stream, the small container was filled in just two seconds and afterwards, my piss was going everywhere. I crossed the look of Doctor Peterson, he seemed both amazed and flabbergasted at the same time.

“OH MY GOD! AIM THAT THING, BOY! THE FURNITURE, THE ROOM!” The referee shouted.

Panicking, I aimed at the only place I could to avoid messing up everything in the room… Myself!

While trying to stop the flow, I was hitting my upper body, pecs and even my face with my piss. When it finally stopped, I was drenched with my own urine. The three men in front of me looked shocked. One would be for less…

“I… I’m so sorry…” I managed to say, the container filled with my piss shaking in my hand.

“That’s all-right. Just give us that and we’ll test this right away. We’ll call someone to clean the mess.” Doctor Peterson said.

Most of the mess was on me. I just nodded and put the container back on the table. I was speechless and lost. Did I just piss on myself in front of other people? I almost got out the room naked but I was asked to put my singlet back on… without showering or anything. But I could not object, I was just a disgusting freak!

The clamour continued outside but I was shook. I could smell myself. My singlet was sticky.

“Bro, what the hell happened to you?” Damian asked as I was back in the locker-room, he was chatting with Coach Daniel.

“I got called in for a drug testing. They think that I take Viagra.”

“No shit.” Looking more closely at me, Damian said: “Dude, looked like you peed all over yourself.”

He was not actually thinking what he was saying at first, it was just too much of a crazy idea. But then, I did not respond and he had his answer. I had actually pissed on me. Him too, looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Fuck. Bro… You… You did not…”

“Scott? Really?” Coach Daniel asked, legitimately concerned.

At the same moment, we were all called for our first matches.

“Your test is clear!” It was Coach Ranson coming in. “Those assholes, as if I would drug my own athletes.” He said patting my hair.

Damian was whispering something to Eli and Harry, showing me off while they were walking to the gymnasium. I wanted to disappear. I had never been this humiliated. The piss had dried up but the smell… I felt like it would never leave me.

“Coach… Scott here has had a little problem during his drug testing.” Daniel said to the Head Coach.

Coach Ranson looked at me. He then sniffed me. To my astonishment, a huge smile appeared on his face.

“This is quite perfect! A smelly, horned-up, full of testosterones and dirty athlete! No way the other wrestlers will stand a chance! Would they even dare to touch you? Go get them, my boy!”

He kissed my forehead (fucking gross!!) and thirty seconds later, I was on the mat, the crowd cheering me on, my opponent, a Latino guy with a huge hard dick, compressed under his black singlet, was getting himself in the starting position, arching his ass.

“Come on, Scott! You got him!” I recognized Victor’s voice from afar but did not find him within the packed crowd.

The match started and I noticed my opponent’s surprise when our bodies came into contact. Not just my huge stiffed cock. Not just the precum. But the smell of piss. I had him down in just a single round. He painfully tried to cum to throw me off multiple times, but when he finally released his loads, it was too late. I had already won; I had pinned him on his back, he was jizzing on my front.

When it was clear that my opponent was defeated, it was like an explosion in the gymnasium.

I realized that everyone was supporting me. In a blur, I thought that I saw a sign with “Wrestling Team Gone Wild” written in red all over it. But my attention was taken elsewhere, a big screen showed: 21 times unbeaten champion, Scott Russel, with a picture of me.

The referee held my fist high, I was drenched in sweat, piss and cum, my hard dick was still throbbing in my translucent singlet but I was a champion.

And it was only the first match of the day.

All around me, wrestlers were getting creamed on and were grabbing each other like I had never seen before. People in the bleachers were shouting, dancing. It was like everyone was on drug. The effects of adrenaline maybe… The sport really had changed!

Coach Ranson hugged me and slapped my ass.

“Here you go, my champion. Three matches to go to make history.”

From the moment I had been called for the drug testing and the moment I had won my match. Everything had gone so fast. I thought the Wolves would make fun of me. Damian, Eli, Tom… I mean, I looked awful, I smelled awful! But they were all too focused on their own games and I was still the undefeated champion.

In the end, they just wished they could be me, I thought.

I drank some more supplements, did finally wash my face (but not my body) and got ready for the next match. I had not even wiped away the cum from my opponent dripping on my singlet and running down my left thigh.

Coach Ranson was now sitting with the dean and gave me a nod of approval. He wanted me to stay dirty, what better way to throw off the other athletes?

I got creamed on in both the second and the third matches. In each instance, the cum went through their singlets and poured on me straight through mine. Maybe I should clarify that it was still forbidden to take our dicks out and jizz directly onto someone, the wrestling board had judged this would be going too far.

I know, right? Can you believe that they had actual limits!?

I almost cummed during the last match as my opponent, a quick tall and slim guy, stroked my cock to make me lose focus. But I resisted. I could not tell by which miracle but I only poured a few ounces of jizz inside my singlet and I managed to stop my ejaculation from happening.

This was my day. Nothing and no one could stop me!

While every other athlete was shaken up by how dirty the competition had gotten, I was focused on my moves, my technique, my positions. I was wrestling like a pro. I had learned to take all the filthy things that could come up my way and I did not flinch once. I was physically and mentally stronger than any of those guys. Fuck, I was feeling myself!

For the last match of the day, I knew I would be authorized to finally let it all out. Not caring about the crowd running wild, I knew that I could blow my loads and spray my opponent. With the amount of cum I was storing in me, whoever he was, he would not survive the hit! Coach Ranson would be so proud of me! I almost jizzed just at that thought.

I looked at the board to see the name of my next opponent.

In a matter of seconds, my confidence, my rage, my motivation, they were all gone. My whole world was shattered.

“Russel. Scott. (Wolves) vs Lee. Travis. (Eagles) – 149 lbs”

I turned around and there he was, Travis, wearing a yellow and grey singlet, one of the very few athletes not sporting a hard on and looking at me like he could not believe the disgusting state I was in.

Damn. I had to fight with my former best friend.

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Ohhh please he’s better than Travis he was before still is now. Yes the sport has gotten dirty but what I like about Cree story is Russell has focused on the actual sport and improving his technique. If Travis was better than him before or was on the same level as him fine but he wasn’t so Travis beating Russell isn’t going to make sense.

Because knowing you I’m sure Travis is going to win. It would make more sense if like Eli or Tom left joined the eagles and they fought Russell and won
 
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 21: The Cum Stick (Part 1)


Travis was there.

There were so many athletes that day, and I had been so focused, staying in my own bubble, that I had not realized that he was competing. But he was. Playing for the damn Eagles! I could not believe it. I looked at the score board. Just like me, Travis had won all his matches so far.

I approached him on the mat but Travis looked stunned. He even took a few steps back, acting as if I wer a wild and dangerous animal, ready to bite him.

To be fair and at that point, multiple athletes had already cummed on my thighs and on my singlet and I had not wiped any of the jizz away. The sperm was drying or still dripping all over me. My face must have looked crazy too. Last but not least, I had pissed on myself a few hours prior.

I was sweatier and dirtier than I had ever been in my entire life.

But probably, all of this was nothing compared to my gigantic dick, fully visible through my translucent, soaked and white singlet, which was throbbing and leaking a crazy amount of precum, already passing through the lycra fabric.

The Coach had just given me his authorization, or rather his command, to cum. I had been waiting for this moment for 31 days! The second he had given me his go; I could have exploded. But now, my best friend, sorry, my former best-friend, was standing before me, dumbfounded. Could I still stop myself from cumming at this stage or was it too late?

Like a zombie, I put myself in the starting position, down on my knees. I arched my back. The whole crowd seemed to be looking at us, anxious. There was an unusual silence. Travis came behind me. I felt my big dick pulsating, glued to the lycra fabric, like my dickhead was going to pass through the thin material.

This had been the plan from the start, to save my cum explosion for my most worthy opponent of the day. I never thought this could have been Travis though.

“Scott…” He whispered, as he was putting himself behind me. “Scott, you look… God… It’s even worse than before. What did they do to you?”

My heart was racing in my chest. I could not let him go to my head, probably he was trying to throw me off. He had attempted to make me quit the team before. I had to beat Travis! He was hesitant to touch me. Of course, I was plainly disgusting. That was the goal. Being so filthy that my opponent would not even dare to touch me!

What if I had the upper hand? I could win the match!

I heard the sound of a whistle; it had started.

Maybe he was grossed out by my appearance and smell, but Travis was still a competitor. He held me and pushed me aside in a single move. He was quick, precise. He scored a point. In just a few seconds, I was lying on my back and we were facing each other, his body pushed against mine. He locked me.

But then… It happened.

His abs merely touched my crotch but it was more than enough to lose all control…

If you thought that my orgasm against Strafer was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened with Travis that day.

Not even in porn, I had witnessed something like this before. The explosion did come and I was unable to do a single thing to stop it. It felt like I was releasing gallons of cum through my singlet, spraying my body, my face, and of course, Travis. His eyes widened in shock. Our faces were only a few inches away from each other.

“Scott… You… Jesus…” He mumbled inconsistently, seemingly astonished.

I was literally emptying myself.

My dickhead was pulsating, contracting briefly and then releasing volleys after volleys of thick white cum. The loads kept on coming, so much that I feared for my own health, no one could survive an orgasm so powerful! Waves of intense pleasure were going through my whole body, like electric shocks.

A part of me was enjoying it, another part of me was terrified. It was heaven and hell, all at once.

My elephant cock had become an uncontrollable monster and was spraying both Travis and I with his milk for long seconds, which then became a full minute. A thunder of applause, of shouts, of hissing came from the crowd. I was offering the audience the show of a lifetime.

They loved me!

Travis was no longer moving; he was no longer trying to fight. No doubt that I had successfully paralyzed my opponent! Travis was receiving my cum, without interruption, while staring at me. I do not think there is a word in the English language to accurately describe his look of utter shock, terror, and surprise during that moment.

In a crazy thought, I considered that the hose technique was the perfect name for what was happening. I was hosing the entire mat and both of the wrestlers fighting on it. But we were no longer fighting.

“Travis…” I mumbled, feeling as if I was about to faint due to the power of my orgasm. I was shaking a lot too. “Mmmm…” Was I moaning? Oh Gosh, I was actually! “Travis… I….”

I could not say another word. Finally, my dick had stopped cumming. I was still half hard though, and super sensitive. Did I just die? A puddle of warm jizz had formed underneath me.

When Travis eventually stood up, people in the bleachers were shouting like animals. Only then, I saw how much I had nutted on him. His singlet was unrecognizable. Travis, himself, was unrecognizable.

“That’s sick…” Travis said, looking at me and then at his own body in disgust. “What have you become Scott. What are you?”

He left the mat, trembling. By doing so, he disqualified himself. He gave up on the fight. The referee seemed lost.

I was slowly coming back to my senses but I felt drained. I had won. Was it real?

“A CHAMPION!” The Head Coach yelled behind us, coming to my rescue. He helped me getting up. “That’s what he is! A freaking wrestling champion!”

Coach Ranson almost threw me in the air, not even letting the referee held my fist to confirm the victory. I felt cum falling from my hair down to my face. It dripped on my lips. My eyes were a bit blinded as well.

If Travis was covered in cum, I was in an even worse state, literally drenched in my own semen, mixing with the jizz of the previous opponents I had fought against.

My name appeared once again on the big screen.

“24 Matches. Unbeaten Champion. Scott Russel.” A picture of me was shown with the score, a shot from the official university roster. I looked so normal in it. Funny to think that one day, that picture had shocked me, had almost made me leave the team.

I could not see well though, everything was in a blur. The dean seemed to be walking towards me with another man in a suit.

Someone was filming, local news.

“Those guys are getting crazier each comp! And the notorious Cum Stick had won yet another match!” I heard. “Unbelievable!”

The Cum Stick, what was that? It took me a few moments, but the information sank in. Of course, it was me. I was the Cum Stick.

This was my wake-up call. Although it did not last, in that moment, I regained consciousness of the situation. What was I doing here? Travis was right. What had I become?

I refused the interviews and I ran to hide in the locker-room. I felt a weird déjà vu from my first competition when I had run away too, except it was so much worse this time. I had not cummed on an opponent by mistake, I had willingly released a month worth of jizz on myself and on my former roommate and best friend.

I had broken a state record. Why was I so upset? Because my finale opponent was Travis? Because of what he had told me after the match?

In the locker-room, a lot of guys were already changing. Amir and Eli were naked and talking with other Eagles wrestlers. Everyone stopped what they were doing as soon as I came in. Shit. Everybody wanted to take a good look at the freak, the Cum Stick. I could not have any privacy there.

Since, we were on our campus, I realized that I could hide in the Head Coach’s office, only a few corridors away. I would feel safe in there. I ran to my new destination, passing by Damian who tried to stop me. I could not talk with him. Not now. He had cummed too, his singlet was dirty.

Finally, I reached the office, by some miracle, it was unlocked. I entered and collapsed on the floor, panting. I took a few deep breaths. My heart was going back to a more normal pace. My dick was finally soft again. Damn after weeks and weeks, it felt good not being hard!

Although I was in the Head Coach’s office, I had to take my singlet off. I painfully peeled it off, it was very sticky.

Seeing my face in the small mirror on the corner of the desk was another shock. It was even worse than I thought, I looked like a freaking wax statue!

Coach Ranson arrived with Doctor Peterson and Coach Daniel as I was finishing pulling off my singlet.

“FANTASTIC!” Exclaimed the Coach, patting my naked shoulders as the singlet was still at my ankles. “I’m so proud of you, son. So proud.”

“I… I can’t believe it, Coach.”

“YOU CAN! YOU HAVE JUST BROKEN THE STATE RECORD! Nobody has remained unbeaten for this long. No-one! Never before! Epic!”

“Coach… This is crazy…” I was holding myself against a wall, I was still feeling dizzy.

“Relax Scott, with the amount of semen you just lost, it is normal to feel a bit disoriented.” Doctor Peterson explained. “Especially with your condition.”

“Yeah, boy. Sit.” The Head Coach said while guiding me to sit on a chair. I almost fell, the singlet still at my feet.

“Thank you…” I mumbled.

“We thought that you might get a little dizzy if you were to lose too much sperm in one go. I bet no one has never cummed that much in the history of men! Another record!” The Coach joked. But was he joking?

“I feel… drained… I think I might faint, Coach.”

“We understand, Scott. But we’re here, ok? You’re going to be fine. You’ll just need some more supplements.” The Head Coach said, still holding on my shoulders. I nodded yes.

“And well, maybe it’s important you get some proteins directly from the source this time. What do you think, Doc?”

“You’re absolutely right. I think he has to ingest cum, right now. Otherwise, the boy might find himself in a position where he seriously lacks of the B87 protein.” Doctor Peterson responded seriously.

I started freaking out at that thought. Slowly but surely, the idea of being deprived of the B87 protein I still had left in me had become my worst nightmare… The lack of that shit could make me gay!

“Should we ask for the team?” The Coach wondered out loud.

“The thing is, most of them have already nutted… Not sure if they have a lot more testosterone to offer to our star.” Doctor Peterson pointed out.

“For the team… to do what?” I whispered, my brain slowly putting the pieces together of what was to come.

“No need to call on the team.”

Coach Ranson pulled down his tiny blue nylon shorts, revealing a hairy, and already quite hard, cock. I let the whole thing unfold before my eyes, as if I was an external viewer, not directly involved in the situation. The man was already precumming, a lot.

“Coach… Are we… Are we going to cum for Scott?” Daniel asked.

“For the team, Daniel. Look at the poor boy, he looks so weak right now. He needs our juice. That’s the least we can do for him! The kid just put all of us on the map! We have to be grateful.”

Coach Ranson was smiling at me while patting my hair, when he had collected too much of my cum, he would wipe his hands off on my back, the only part of my body still somewhat preserved.

Daniel seemed a bit unsure. Doctor Peterson was way more confident. He pulled his trousers down to his ankle and gave me a piece of advice:

“Start by eating what you can already scoop from yourself, Scott. You’ll feel much better, you’ll see. Pure energy!”

I was already licking my lips but the doctor was right, I needed more. I scooped some cum which had not dried yet on my chest and sucked my fingers off. I had never swallowed that much, I felt like the sperm was struggling to go through my throat to my stomach but I pushed through.

“Good boy, re-ingest that good protein. That’s the way to go.” The Coach commented. He looked so proud of me.

There were a lot of drops of cum remaining at the top of my cock but the zone was still too sensitive for me to scoop some. I could not risk it. Doctor Peterson helped me out of my singlet completely, and then put the lycra fabric against my mouth.

Right! That was a good idea, the material was filled with jizz. Only when I had already put part of the soaked singlet in my mouth, I realized I was not only eating my own semen… but also the jizz of my opponents. Shit…

“The more you swallow, the better you’ll feel.” As if he was reading my mind, Doctor Peterson reassured me that it was the right thing to do. At least, his instructions were very clear.

He was wanking his cock at the same time which was a bit disturbing. Average size compared to the other cocks who had cummed on me before. Another strange thought. Was I really playing with that much cocks to notice size, shapes and differences?

Coach Ranson helped too, he scooped some more cum from my thighs and I licked the sperm directly from his fingers.

“You’re extraordinary, Scott. I hope you know that.” He commented while I was sucking his fingers off.

I felt myself blushing. Was it of embarrassment or pride? The two emotions were becoming hard to differentiate.

With a much harsher tone, the Head Coach turned to Daniel. He was in his underwear. I could see he was hard underneath them but he had not started wanking-off. What was he waiting for? I needed his cum!

“For God’s Sake, Daniel, we’re all men here. We need to stick together! Just go on this corner if you’re ashamed of your small dick, and cum directly in the supplement’s bottle.”

[Chapter 21 continues below]
 
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 21: The Cum Stick (Part 2)



Daniel nodded yes. I did not think he had any reason to be ashamed of his dick. He seemed to be competing in the same hung category as Coach Ranson or Damian. He grabbed my bottle from the desk, leaned against one of the walls, finally slid down his boxers, and started to stroke his dick. Yes, it was big. And juicy.

Fuck, what was I thinking?

I was still alternating between licking the Coach’s fingers and my own soaked singlet when the craziness of the situation occurred to me, once again, only for a brief second.

“Maybe it’s enough…” I spoke. “I feel better already.”

“Only means that it’s working, Scott!” Said the Doctor. “But your cum is not near as good as ours. You know that. You need some Alpha healthy sperm.”

“Just accept our help, Scott. You deserve this. After everything you’ve done for the team so far. It’s the least that we can do” The Coach was on repeat. “I’m just so fucking proud of you, my boy.”

Was I considering what was happening as normal? No. But truth is, I was not considering anything at all. I was watching the scene from afar, listening to the reassuring words of my Coach and my Doctor, probably the two people I trusted the most in the world at that point.

I had lost so much proteins on the mat. I needed more.

I was no longer thinking about Travis, about what he had said. Coach Ranson was finally happy with me, proud even! I had messed up so many times before, he had been disappointed in me but now, he was content. I had done what needed to be done to win. I gave myself to the point of nearly fainting and now, they were getting me back on track.

The Head Coach was no homo, it was probably challenging for him to cum for me, but he was still willing to do it. He kept on telling me: I deserved his manly cum. I had been a good wrestler, a good boy.

I had not much more left to lick off. Well, I still had a lot of jizz on my face but neither Coach Ranson nor Doctor Peterson pointed that to me. They were telling me that the next loads were coming anyway. Indeed, they were now stroking their cocks furiously.

“Dinner is about to get served” Someone joked.

Daniel was looking at us from a few feet away. He was aiming his dick at the bottle now; it was thick but he still could put the dickhead in it. His entire stream of sperm would be mixed with the rest of the supplements. There would be no waste.

But Doctor Peterson cummed first. That took me by surprise.

“Open your mouth!” He shouted suddenly.

Instinctively, I did and the next thing I felt was five, maybe six volleys of warm cum ending in my mouth. He still wiped the dickhead on my cheeks to release the last few drops. “Swallow, boy.”

It was thick, gooey. I had a mouth full. I did not dare to disobey. I pushed it down and a few more loads were descending to my oesophagus and then to my stomach. My throat made a weird gargling sound.

“You are promised to a great future, my boy.” The Coach spoke, wanking his dick, closer and closer to my face. “Since he’ll be drinking Daniel’s juice soon, maybe I should put mine on his skin, what do you think, doc?”

Peterson was pulling back his underwear.

“Sure, Coach. Spray him. Doctor’s advice.” He chuckled. “The more he can absorb in various ways, the better.”

A loud moan filled the room. Daniel was done. I had not seen him cum but the bottle had been filled with his cream.

“Good Daniel. Bring that here!” Scolded the Head Coach, still annoyed with his assistant Coach. Maybe he felt that he was not committed enough.

Daniel almost ran towards us, handing the bottle to the Coach.

“In his mouth, stupid! Can’t you see that I’m busy here?!”

Daniel could be silly at times, clearly both hands of the Coach were taken with his dick! I was about to grab the bottle but the staff had another plan. As if he was giving me a baby bottle, Daniel put the bottle in my mouth, holding it and feeding me. I drank the mixture as Daniel’s dick was becoming flaccid after his orgasm.

I enjoyed the drink. It was much easier to swallow cum that way, when it was mixed with the other juices and supplements, I thought. To be honest, I could barely tell the difference with the drinks I was having every single day.

I felt the Coach’s dick against my face. Was that necessary? I needed the cum, not the dick. But my mouth was full with the bottle, I could not speak. And who was I kidding? Would have I really opposed the Coach even if I could talk? Of course not.

The Head Coach’s motions became more and more aggressive and more and more difficult to ignore. Coach Ranson was rubbing his cock all over my face at some point, splattering both his precum and the existing cum from one cheek to another, moving around the bottle that I was still drinking like a hungry baby.

But as always, the Coach had a plan. Once my face had been completely smeared with cum, he slid his cock against my cheek, use one hand to keep it in place, and stroked his big dick between my gooey cheek and his hand, just like he was fucking a pussy.

“Fuck yeah, the fucking cream is coming.”

Coach Ranson moved away just so he could aim his dickhead right at my face when he unloaded his male juice. Daniel pulled away with the bottle but he was sprayed as well. Of course, I was the main recipient, being awarded another crazy amount of cum on my face from my Head Coach, becoming nearly blind again.

I felt like I was about to drawn when finally, it stopped.

The Head Coach was nice enough to wipe my eyes, still making sure I would lick the remaining of cum on his fingers.

“That’s disgusting.” He spoke, making a weird face.

“Sorry, Coach.” I mumbled, swallowing some more sperm in the process. The things I was making them do…

“Don’t apologize, boy. I’m glad we can help you achieve your top performance level. Just… I’m not as comfortable with cum as you are.”

He smiled at me for reassurance. I looked for a tissue or something, but as often in those moments, I could not find anything to wipe myself off. I did not know if I was allowed to, anyway.

“I’ll have to go now.” Doctor Peterson stated. He was zipping up his fly. “You should feel much better tonight, boy! Just come to see me if there is anything wrong with your body in the next few days.”

“Thank you.” I mumbled.

“Thank you, Doc. I let you and Daniel go talk to the dean, he wanted to know more about our training techniques. He should still be in the gym, doing press.”

“Sure thing.” Peterson said, shaking hands with the Head Coach.

“Yes, Coach.” Daniel said as if he was talking to a high military official.

Both of them left the office and I was left alone with Coach Ranson.

“You should go too, Scott. I have some pressing matters to deal with.” He said, with a finale tap on my bare shoulders. I was still naked.

“Ok, Coach… I… I’ll go back to my room.” I started to use my hand to wipe some more cum.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy!” The Coach said, grabbing my hand aggressively.

“Coach… I have to clean myself. I cannot come out like this…”

“Son, you think three grown men wanted to waste their precious juice on your pretty little face. Of course not! Show some respect and make sure you obtain the full effect from our sacrifice! What was the point otherwise, you just wanted to swallow our sperm?”

“No… I did not! I swear… You were the one who…” Again, I was at a loss for words. “Coach, this is just too much, going out in this state. I could get arrested!”

“Arrested!” The Coach chuckled. “As if this was anything new! The entire university, and frankly probably the whole country, just saw you turning into a Cum Stick! A little more jizz on your face or in your hair won’t change that. You really need to learn to own up to what you are!”

“To what I am…”

“Scott, this has been such a great day for you and the Wolves. Don’t ruin everything now with your whining. Just go back to your room, it’s less than 500 feet away, I’m sure you won’t run into anyone you know.”

I nodded yes but purposely avoided to look at myself in the mirror as I was walking away. I would never have the courage to go out if I could see what I looked like. I put back my singlet on painfully. It was merely hiding anything of my body anymore and was quite literally glued to my skin.

“And thinking of which, you should ask your roommate to add more jizz on you. Victor already told us that he had cummed on your face this morning, but better be safe and make sure that you take all the protein that you need after your cum explosion earlier. The next competition is only a week away. We’re no longer looking after the State record, Scott, we are aiming at the Federal record now!”

“Yes, Sir.”

Still on edge, I walked out of the office, headed to my dorm, covered in jizz, trying to be as discreet as humanly possible.

It was a failure.

You probably have guessed it, everyone wanted to see the Cum Stick! And I was definitely the attraction of the day when it turned out that I came out from the Coach’s office with even more cum on my face than when I walked in. People were snapping pictures of me, applauding me or simply giggling as I walked by, my head down. The students could barely believe it… I mean, I could not believe it myself!

I was also wondering how I was going to convince Victor to cum on my face again without sounding too gay. If the situation were reversed and my roommate would ask me that, I would find it super weird! The idea of not following the Coach’s instructions did not even cross my mind though. I was only thinking about how to execute my mission in a way that would be the least humiliating for me.

Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, Victor was expected that he would have to drop another load on my face.

Maybe the Coach had called him to ask him this favour? Wait, did not the Coach say that he had already talked with Victor about cumming on my face that same morning? Did they talk about me on the regular?

“Dude, you look rough!” He said, as I walked in the room, to a naked Victor. As a rule, it seemed that the guy no longer wore clothes in our dorm room.

“I know… Everyone has been looking at me. The Coach told me I should not shower but…”

“All that cum!” Victor was not listening to me; he was fascinated. He was turning around me to inspect my entire body, to assess the extent of the damages. I felt like a fish in an aquarium.

“It was for the competition, Victor… I had to…”

He cut me off once again:

“That’s kinda hot though, you look like you just got multiple facials. Like those sick girls in those trashy amateur porn movies.”

“You think that’s hot? That’s sick…”

“I don’t know a single guy who does not fantasise about giving facials. It’s just cool to have a roomie that’s ok with getting them!”

I was about to say that I definitely was not ok with that when I remembered what I had to ask from him. Victor was giving me the perfect excuse to complete the Coach’s mission.

“Victor, if… if you think that’s hot, you can…”

“I can do what, man?”

He was getting closer and closer, his breath on my skin, his dick almost touching my thighs.

“If you want to, and since you’re my friend…”

His dick was in his hand now, and Victor was still getting closer. He could smell me. He could touch me.

“Say it. What do you want?” He whispered in my ear.

“I… I just want to help my roommate out. If you would like it… If you think that’s hot… You can… You can cum on my face too.”

I had forgotten that the Coach had never specified it had to be on my face. Anyway, Victor had already jumped on the opportunity. He tried to push me on the bed while stroking his cock but I resisted.

“I am smeared with cum, I cannot sit on my bed, that’s gross.” I complained.

Funny how certain things were becoming my “limit”. I could not have jizz on my bed but I could swallow it all! I was probably holding to the last string of control I still had. Looking back now, I see how foolish it was. I had already lost all control.

“Even better, just get on your knees, it will be easier to get in the mood.” Victor said, grinning.

In the following days, I would wonder if I had really accepted to kneel down and get a facial from my roommate. Even worse, I would wonder how I had come to be the one asking for it!

But as always, I managed to rationalize it. It was just a way to get some more B87 proteins in my system. I basically needed that to avoid turning gay and I had lost so much sperm that day on the mat, I needed to ingest as much cum as I could. Victor was only being a supportive friend.

Although it was his second load of the day, Victor still jizzed several volleys of cum and finished painting my face white. I waited a couple of hours afterwards, lying down on the floor to make sure I would absorb the cum in every fibre, in every single cell of my body.

While Victor was heavily snoring, I finally went to bed with the dried-up cum on my skin, my filthy singlet resting on a chair.

The entire day had been crazy. I could not believe I had gone this far.

But you want to know what the craziest part is? This was actually nothing compared to what was about to come!

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