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WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)
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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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I get hes been brainwashed but come on his roommate and the fact the coach mentioned victor. I always knew victor was a weird from the start I called it that he’s e involved
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 22: For the fans (Part 1)
“Listen Scott, now that the whole world has seen you dripping with loads of cum during the last few competitions, we don’t have much choice. We have to take things up a few notches! The page seems super tamed in comparison to what you’re willing to do in public. The fans are pissed, they feel like they’re paying for nothing.”
Damian and I were at Francis’ place again.
We were going through the few scenes we would have to shoot for the day. It was the third time that we were meeting, it felt more and more like going to an actual porn shoot. There were more cameras set up all over the room and that day, I even noticed a dildo on one of the shelves.
“Do we really have to do gayer shit because this dude cannot help himself from becoming a cum-stick in public?” Damian mumbled, annoyed.
“Cannot help myself? I’m doing this for the sport! And I fucking won my matches by the way!” I replied, not taking the full measure of the absurdity of my response.
My relationship with Damian was better now, but he seemed moody that morning.
Coach Ranson had once again praised me the day before, following the great results I had achieved in yet another competition. Apparently, professional wrestling representatives were interested to get me on their teams once I would be done with college.
The other Wolves would not come at me directly, - I was untouchable as the Coach’s protegee -, but I could sense they were jealous.
In a weird attempt to catch the Coach’s attention, Tom cummed on his own face before the last competition. He wanted to follow my lead, throw off the other contestants by reeking cum. It only resulted in the Head Coach being mad at him, as ejaculating without the staff’s permission was strictly forbidden during competitions’ periods.
“If you want cum on your face, you gotta let other men empty themselves on you, ginger! And this translucent shit you produce, it will not scare off any of the other athletes! Simply pathetic.” Coach Ranson had barked.
Tom was completely humiliated. I felt for him, I had been there many times before.
Damian and Francis were still discussing what we should do that morning to keep the fans entertained when I noticed that Francis’ laptop was opened on the coffee table. The Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page was receiving a bunch of notifications. For the first time, I took a look at the stats.
Something did not look right with the numbers… That could not be real!
“826 fans? Francis! I thought there were only a few subscribers to the page.”
The photographer shrugged his shoulders, annoyed that I had interrupted his conversation with Damian. I was usually kept aside from the decision making.
“Apparently, your little show during the last few wrestling competitions has attracted a bit more viewers. What’s the problem? Are you one of these weirdos afraid of success or something?”
“A bit more viewers? Hundreds of them! I thought that only a dozen of people was seeing what we shoot here. That was the deal!”
“Twelve, fifty, or five hundred people, what difference does it make, Scott? It’s nothing compared to the audience we have on our public Instagram and the hundreds of millions of social media users who could access the content if I were to share it for free. Which, in case you have forgotten, I contractually could! Most of the subscribers are foreign anyway and our legal team is doing everything to avoid any leak, just like we discussed.”
I could not believe that many people had seen me jerk Damian off… But again, how many had seen me drenched in cum on the mat?
“I don’t think I can continue doing this…” I said quietly, more to myself than to anyone else in the room.
“Not this again!” Francis yelled at me.
“You still owe me some money, man.” Damian said.
“What money? I mean… With that many subscribers, you should have made $5.000 by now! Wait, way more than that! We should have been even for a long time!”
Francis sighed.
“It’s not that simple, those subscribers are fairly new, I cannot withdraw all of the money at once. Plus, you know the deal, I take half of the revenues, and on the other half that we make, Ranson has 50% and you share the rest. When you have to deduct taxes, the platform commission, legal fees, and other expenses like materials, there’s not much left… And Scott, you told me that I should pay Damian first, so this is what I’m doing. You should be close to 5K at this point Damian, right?”
“Right, we’re close!” Damian replied. “But if we have to make gayer shit because of him, I should take more of our share. It’s easy for you, Scott, you like it.”
Now, I was the one getting really pissed.
“I don’t like it! You fucking know that!”
“Sure, if you say so. But in the meantime, the audience is not going to be happy with just seeing me cumming on your face. They got plenty of this for free already. I, for one, am a man of my word. I don’t intend to go back on the deal we made with Francis.”
Francis tapped Damian’s shoulders. It was two against one.
“Listen boys, we’ll talk about the money later. The page is taking off, it’s an excellent news for all of us! The only problem is to find something to make the fans happy before they unsubscribe!”
“Could I just fuck him and we’d be done with this? If he puts a bag over his head and hides his weird dick, I can do it. Just like I would bang a nice wet pussy.” Damian proposed casually, already rubbing his crotch.
“NO!” I shouted, standing up from the couch.
This was a boundary I would never cross. Not to get even with Damian, not for the stupid Onlyfans page, not even for wrestling! I would never get fucked in the ass! I was not gay!
“Jesus, calm down, Scott. I’m sure it was just a harmless suggestion.” Francis said.
“Yeah, yeah… Just a suggestion.” Damian confirmed. “Propose something if you’re not happy with that.”
“I don’t know! We have already jerked off, they have seen me naked under every angle possible, I’ve stroked Damian’s cock, you cummed on my face and on my ass, well IN my ass! I mean, what else could we do? This has already gone too far!”
Francis chuckled:
“I guess that when you put it all together, that does sound pretty gay!” I scowled in my chair, jaded. “Come on Scotty, I’m just joking. Your Coach has allowed for Feytons to cum only once today, we have to make it count.”
At this point, I knew that I would better take some control over the situation or Francis and Damian would come up with a proposal I was sure to hate.
“I could take it on my face again, but like, he would smear it on me. His cum, I mean.” I suggested.
“Been there, done that. That would not be good enough.” Francis commented.
Damian was inspired though:
“What if I aimed in his mouth directly, he could play with it a little before swallowing, that’s hot when girls do that. Making bubbles! You have already eaten cum anyway, right? That would not be something new, and Peterson kept on saying that the entire team, and you in particular, should eat cum.”
Swallowing cum… again, and on video. I was not too sure. But that was true, this was nothing new, I could not even count how many loads I had swallowed at this point.
“I don’t know… Maybe.” I replied.
“Do it for the fans, Scott!” Francis encouraged me. “They love you!”
“They think I’m a slut!”
“I mean, you kinda are.” Damian chuckled. “Just joking.” He added, seeing my face.
“It’s settled then.” Francis said. “For this one, I think Damian, you should be standing up, Scott, you kneel down in front of him, you jerk him off good and when he is about to cum, you swallow it all and play with it inside your mouth. You can get your face real close to the dick, the subscribers are begging for a blowjob.”
Presented like that, it sounded like a lot to do but I felt like it was too late to back down. A deal was a deal.
“Should we start naked?” Damian asked.
“Maybe Scott could strip you off for a change.”
“What? No! That’s weird.” I complained.
“Dude, I’m about to nut in your mouth, you can take off my jeans and tee-shirt.”
Again, there was no need to argue, this was already decided. I would be the one taking Damian’s clothes off.
I drank some of the special supplements to relax so I could get in the mood. It was my ritual before every shooting. The beverage seemed stronger than usual, Robert was not there that day, he was usually the one preparing it. I hoped that I would not be too out of it. In a way, I was not sure I wanted to be fully there for the next steps…
“Get naked Scott, you’re the submissive in this scenario, better present yourself fully nude to Damian. Are you still hard?”
“Yeah…”
As usual, I was. Francis made a weird face checking my bulge.
It is weird how you can get used to anything. For the past few weeks, or maybe months at this point, I was hard so often that I was paying less and less attention to my cock. I mean, I had Victor and Damian’s cocks to focus on a few times a week. My own erection was just something I was forced to live with, a slight inconvenience.
I stripped naked and the camera was already recording, Damian was waiting for me in the middle of the room. The biggest smirk on his face. Was he actually enjoying this or was he a good actor? It was hard to tell.
When it was only the two of us, sometimes, he would share how difficult it was to play pretend that he was into me for those scenes. He kept on telling me that I should make more of an effort to look like a real bitch so he could picture that I was a girl.
Easier said than done.
Taking off his tee-shirt made things weirdly intimate. Damian was sweating a lot and I had to really go for it, to touch his muscular chest to painfully peel his top off of him. Mid through, the smell of his armpits hit me. Probably the testosterone, I thought. That thing that I was lacking so much of…
Once he was shirtless, Damian grabbed my head to guide my nose and lips against his huge pecs and under his pits. I let him. I even sniffed. I think the supplements were already doing their job, relaxing me, making more obedient.
“Show me that ass of yours, bitch, I’m not interested in your dick.” Damian commanded as I was about to take his jeans off. My hard dick was bumping into him.
I turned around as the camera held by Francis was following my every move.
“Spread those big cheeks of yours.”
I obliged.
Damian had told me once again that morning, as he was driving us there, that I had to really make some efforts to get him in the mood, he did not want to disappoint Francis by not being able to get an erection. I needed to be a good teammate, a good friend.
The camera was a few inches from my hole when I started to wink. I almost farted, thanks God, I contained it! That would have been very humiliating.
I knelt down to take off Damian’s leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans. “Fucking cunt.” He mumbled as I was undressing him.
I had forgotten his shoes but Francis pointed them to me behind the camera. I knelt down further, almost crawling, and I removed Damian’s sneakers to reveal his manly hairy feet. They were huge and super stinky, he was not wearing any socks, I wondered why.
“Lick.” He spoke.
I looked up at him. And then, glanced at Francis. The feet were disgusting. This was not part of the plan but I did not want to start another fight so I just shyly put my tongue over his foot and then on his toes. It was salty, not as bad as I anticipated. Damian pushed his feet against my mouth until his big toe was inside. I instinctively sucked it. I felt something fell on my face. Some spit.
“Good bitch.” Damian commented.
Fuck, I really was! But why did I feel proud when he said that?
Francis pointed to Damian’s crotch and I knew it was time to take everything off. Damian’s bulge did not seem as big as usual. He was sporting a semi but he could do better than that. In a way, revealing what was still a limp (but still fat) cock was even weirder than a fully hard on. It was my job to get it to full erection now. Damian thought the same thing as he said:
“Guess you’re gonna have to work for it, faggot.”
I nodded yes.
Francis had asked me to be more talkative during the scenes, “for the fans”, but I could not bring myself to do it. I remained silent but committed to my task. I held Damian’s meaty dick in my hand. It was warm. I rationalized what I was doing: just a hand job, it was not my first, it would not be my last.
Damian pushed his cock closer to my face. That reminded me of the time in the Coach’s office when Damian had helped me overcome my body insecurities. Following Coach Ranson’s instructions, he had gotten his dick so close to me. When he had touched me with it, I was so shocked at the time.
It was only seven months prior but it seemed like it was in another lifetime, my mindset was so different now.
“Kiss it!” Damian commanded.
I looked up to him. I did not want to do that, kiss his dick. While the camera was not filming him, Damian whispered a “please”. He looked like he really wanted it. He needed help to get hard, he was so afraid of disappointing Francis. I liked Damian a lot more when he was showing some signs of vulnerability. I kissed his dick while holding it.
Francis got the camera even closer. “Again.” The photographer said behind me.
I kissed it again. When Damian tried to push his hardening cock inside my mouth, I pushed it away. This was off limit. He did not insist and just let me stroke his dick gently until he reached full erection. I was so envious of his big cock and balls, filled with perfectly healthy and strong sperm. Sure, my cock was huge but it was just abnormal, weird, disgusting. Damian’s was the right kind of “big”. Just perfect.
Even though I was not sucking his dick, and no longer kissing it, he was rubbing his shaft all over my face as I was jerking him off, often rubbing it against my closed lips. The first drops of precum arrived shortly and I licked them. The cum had to go in my throat anyway. That was the deal.
The first time we had done something like that, Damian had his eyes closed, but now, he was looking right at me, grabbing me by the hair, pushing his cock onto my face, moaning slowly.
Sometimes, he would spit on my face or slap me. I had asked Damian to limit that sort of things, he promised me that he was going to try to respect my boundaries but he would still do it, just sometimes though.
“Be careful, dude.” My mind had drifted away for a few seconds, Damian was talking to me normally, not like I was his bitch. He was out of his character but I still had his dick in my two hands. “You’re going to cum, man, you’re leaking like crazy.”
“Shit…” I mumbled.
I looked at my own dick and the puddle of precum below me. Fuck.
[Chapter 22 continues below]
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 22: For the fans (Part 1)
“Listen Scott, now that the whole world has seen you dripping with loads of cum during the last few competitions, we don’t have much choice. We have to take things up a few notches! The page seems super tamed in comparison to what you’re willing to do in public. The fans are pissed, they feel like they’re paying for nothing.”
Damian and I were at Francis’ place again.
We were going through the few scenes we would have to shoot for the day. It was the third time that we were meeting, it felt more and more like going to an actual porn shoot. There were more cameras set up all over the room and that day, I even noticed a dildo on one of the shelves.
“Do we really have to do gayer shit because this dude cannot help himself from becoming a cum-stick in public?” Damian mumbled, annoyed.
“Cannot help myself? I’m doing this for the sport! And I fucking won my matches by the way!” I replied, not taking the full measure of the absurdity of my response.
My relationship with Damian was better now, but he seemed moody that morning.
Coach Ranson had once again praised me the day before, following the great results I had achieved in yet another competition. Apparently, professional wrestling representatives were interested to get me on their teams once I would be done with college.
The other Wolves would not come at me directly, - I was untouchable as the Coach’s protegee -, but I could sense they were jealous.
In a weird attempt to catch the Coach’s attention, Tom cummed on his own face before the last competition. He wanted to follow my lead, throw off the other contestants by reeking cum. It only resulted in the Head Coach being mad at him, as ejaculating without the staff’s permission was strictly forbidden during competitions’ periods.
“If you want cum on your face, you gotta let other men empty themselves on you, ginger! And this translucent shit you produce, it will not scare off any of the other athletes! Simply pathetic.” Coach Ranson had barked.
Tom was completely humiliated. I felt for him, I had been there many times before.
Damian and Francis were still discussing what we should do that morning to keep the fans entertained when I noticed that Francis’ laptop was opened on the coffee table. The Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page was receiving a bunch of notifications. For the first time, I took a look at the stats.
Something did not look right with the numbers… That could not be real!
“826 fans? Francis! I thought there were only a few subscribers to the page.”
The photographer shrugged his shoulders, annoyed that I had interrupted his conversation with Damian. I was usually kept aside from the decision making.
“Apparently, your little show during the last few wrestling competitions has attracted a bit more viewers. What’s the problem? Are you one of these weirdos afraid of success or something?”
“A bit more viewers? Hundreds of them! I thought that only a dozen of people was seeing what we shoot here. That was the deal!”
“Twelve, fifty, or five hundred people, what difference does it make, Scott? It’s nothing compared to the audience we have on our public Instagram and the hundreds of millions of social media users who could access the content if I were to share it for free. Which, in case you have forgotten, I contractually could! Most of the subscribers are foreign anyway and our legal team is doing everything to avoid any leak, just like we discussed.”
I could not believe that many people had seen me jerk Damian off… But again, how many had seen me drenched in cum on the mat?
“I don’t think I can continue doing this…” I said quietly, more to myself than to anyone else in the room.
“Not this again!” Francis yelled at me.
“You still owe me some money, man.” Damian said.
“What money? I mean… With that many subscribers, you should have made $5.000 by now! Wait, way more than that! We should have been even for a long time!”
Francis sighed.
“It’s not that simple, those subscribers are fairly new, I cannot withdraw all of the money at once. Plus, you know the deal, I take half of the revenues, and on the other half that we make, Ranson has 50% and you share the rest. When you have to deduct taxes, the platform commission, legal fees, and other expenses like materials, there’s not much left… And Scott, you told me that I should pay Damian first, so this is what I’m doing. You should be close to 5K at this point Damian, right?”
“Right, we’re close!” Damian replied. “But if we have to make gayer shit because of him, I should take more of our share. It’s easy for you, Scott, you like it.”
Now, I was the one getting really pissed.
“I don’t like it! You fucking know that!”
“Sure, if you say so. But in the meantime, the audience is not going to be happy with just seeing me cumming on your face. They got plenty of this for free already. I, for one, am a man of my word. I don’t intend to go back on the deal we made with Francis.”
Francis tapped Damian’s shoulders. It was two against one.
“Listen boys, we’ll talk about the money later. The page is taking off, it’s an excellent news for all of us! The only problem is to find something to make the fans happy before they unsubscribe!”
“Could I just fuck him and we’d be done with this? If he puts a bag over his head and hides his weird dick, I can do it. Just like I would bang a nice wet pussy.” Damian proposed casually, already rubbing his crotch.
“NO!” I shouted, standing up from the couch.
This was a boundary I would never cross. Not to get even with Damian, not for the stupid Onlyfans page, not even for wrestling! I would never get fucked in the ass! I was not gay!
“Jesus, calm down, Scott. I’m sure it was just a harmless suggestion.” Francis said.
“Yeah, yeah… Just a suggestion.” Damian confirmed. “Propose something if you’re not happy with that.”
“I don’t know! We have already jerked off, they have seen me naked under every angle possible, I’ve stroked Damian’s cock, you cummed on my face and on my ass, well IN my ass! I mean, what else could we do? This has already gone too far!”
Francis chuckled:
“I guess that when you put it all together, that does sound pretty gay!” I scowled in my chair, jaded. “Come on Scotty, I’m just joking. Your Coach has allowed for Feytons to cum only once today, we have to make it count.”
At this point, I knew that I would better take some control over the situation or Francis and Damian would come up with a proposal I was sure to hate.
“I could take it on my face again, but like, he would smear it on me. His cum, I mean.” I suggested.
“Been there, done that. That would not be good enough.” Francis commented.
Damian was inspired though:
“What if I aimed in his mouth directly, he could play with it a little before swallowing, that’s hot when girls do that. Making bubbles! You have already eaten cum anyway, right? That would not be something new, and Peterson kept on saying that the entire team, and you in particular, should eat cum.”
Swallowing cum… again, and on video. I was not too sure. But that was true, this was nothing new, I could not even count how many loads I had swallowed at this point.
“I don’t know… Maybe.” I replied.
“Do it for the fans, Scott!” Francis encouraged me. “They love you!”
“They think I’m a slut!”
“I mean, you kinda are.” Damian chuckled. “Just joking.” He added, seeing my face.
“It’s settled then.” Francis said. “For this one, I think Damian, you should be standing up, Scott, you kneel down in front of him, you jerk him off good and when he is about to cum, you swallow it all and play with it inside your mouth. You can get your face real close to the dick, the subscribers are begging for a blowjob.”
Presented like that, it sounded like a lot to do but I felt like it was too late to back down. A deal was a deal.
“Should we start naked?” Damian asked.
“Maybe Scott could strip you off for a change.”
“What? No! That’s weird.” I complained.
“Dude, I’m about to nut in your mouth, you can take off my jeans and tee-shirt.”
Again, there was no need to argue, this was already decided. I would be the one taking Damian’s clothes off.
I drank some of the special supplements to relax so I could get in the mood. It was my ritual before every shooting. The beverage seemed stronger than usual, Robert was not there that day, he was usually the one preparing it. I hoped that I would not be too out of it. In a way, I was not sure I wanted to be fully there for the next steps…
“Get naked Scott, you’re the submissive in this scenario, better present yourself fully nude to Damian. Are you still hard?”
“Yeah…”
As usual, I was. Francis made a weird face checking my bulge.
It is weird how you can get used to anything. For the past few weeks, or maybe months at this point, I was hard so often that I was paying less and less attention to my cock. I mean, I had Victor and Damian’s cocks to focus on a few times a week. My own erection was just something I was forced to live with, a slight inconvenience.
I stripped naked and the camera was already recording, Damian was waiting for me in the middle of the room. The biggest smirk on his face. Was he actually enjoying this or was he a good actor? It was hard to tell.
When it was only the two of us, sometimes, he would share how difficult it was to play pretend that he was into me for those scenes. He kept on telling me that I should make more of an effort to look like a real bitch so he could picture that I was a girl.
Easier said than done.
Taking off his tee-shirt made things weirdly intimate. Damian was sweating a lot and I had to really go for it, to touch his muscular chest to painfully peel his top off of him. Mid through, the smell of his armpits hit me. Probably the testosterone, I thought. That thing that I was lacking so much of…
Once he was shirtless, Damian grabbed my head to guide my nose and lips against his huge pecs and under his pits. I let him. I even sniffed. I think the supplements were already doing their job, relaxing me, making more obedient.
“Show me that ass of yours, bitch, I’m not interested in your dick.” Damian commanded as I was about to take his jeans off. My hard dick was bumping into him.
I turned around as the camera held by Francis was following my every move.
“Spread those big cheeks of yours.”
I obliged.
Damian had told me once again that morning, as he was driving us there, that I had to really make some efforts to get him in the mood, he did not want to disappoint Francis by not being able to get an erection. I needed to be a good teammate, a good friend.
The camera was a few inches from my hole when I started to wink. I almost farted, thanks God, I contained it! That would have been very humiliating.
I knelt down to take off Damian’s leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans. “Fucking cunt.” He mumbled as I was undressing him.
I had forgotten his shoes but Francis pointed them to me behind the camera. I knelt down further, almost crawling, and I removed Damian’s sneakers to reveal his manly hairy feet. They were huge and super stinky, he was not wearing any socks, I wondered why.
“Lick.” He spoke.
I looked up at him. And then, glanced at Francis. The feet were disgusting. This was not part of the plan but I did not want to start another fight so I just shyly put my tongue over his foot and then on his toes. It was salty, not as bad as I anticipated. Damian pushed his feet against my mouth until his big toe was inside. I instinctively sucked it. I felt something fell on my face. Some spit.
“Good bitch.” Damian commented.
Fuck, I really was! But why did I feel proud when he said that?
Francis pointed to Damian’s crotch and I knew it was time to take everything off. Damian’s bulge did not seem as big as usual. He was sporting a semi but he could do better than that. In a way, revealing what was still a limp (but still fat) cock was even weirder than a fully hard on. It was my job to get it to full erection now. Damian thought the same thing as he said:
“Guess you’re gonna have to work for it, faggot.”
I nodded yes.
Francis had asked me to be more talkative during the scenes, “for the fans”, but I could not bring myself to do it. I remained silent but committed to my task. I held Damian’s meaty dick in my hand. It was warm. I rationalized what I was doing: just a hand job, it was not my first, it would not be my last.
Damian pushed his cock closer to my face. That reminded me of the time in the Coach’s office when Damian had helped me overcome my body insecurities. Following Coach Ranson’s instructions, he had gotten his dick so close to me. When he had touched me with it, I was so shocked at the time.
It was only seven months prior but it seemed like it was in another lifetime, my mindset was so different now.
“Kiss it!” Damian commanded.
I looked up to him. I did not want to do that, kiss his dick. While the camera was not filming him, Damian whispered a “please”. He looked like he really wanted it. He needed help to get hard, he was so afraid of disappointing Francis. I liked Damian a lot more when he was showing some signs of vulnerability. I kissed his dick while holding it.
Francis got the camera even closer. “Again.” The photographer said behind me.
I kissed it again. When Damian tried to push his hardening cock inside my mouth, I pushed it away. This was off limit. He did not insist and just let me stroke his dick gently until he reached full erection. I was so envious of his big cock and balls, filled with perfectly healthy and strong sperm. Sure, my cock was huge but it was just abnormal, weird, disgusting. Damian’s was the right kind of “big”. Just perfect.
Even though I was not sucking his dick, and no longer kissing it, he was rubbing his shaft all over my face as I was jerking him off, often rubbing it against my closed lips. The first drops of precum arrived shortly and I licked them. The cum had to go in my throat anyway. That was the deal.
The first time we had done something like that, Damian had his eyes closed, but now, he was looking right at me, grabbing me by the hair, pushing his cock onto my face, moaning slowly.
Sometimes, he would spit on my face or slap me. I had asked Damian to limit that sort of things, he promised me that he was going to try to respect my boundaries but he would still do it, just sometimes though.
“Be careful, dude.” My mind had drifted away for a few seconds, Damian was talking to me normally, not like I was his bitch. He was out of his character but I still had his dick in my two hands. “You’re going to cum, man, you’re leaking like crazy.”
“Shit…” I mumbled.
I looked at my own dick and the puddle of precum below me. Fuck.
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Chapter 22: For the fans (Part 2)
This happened sometimes and it was always awkward and disturbing. Why did my cock react this way as I was playing with another dude’s dick and balls? The thought crossed my mind once again, maybe I was really turning gay… Or maybe I have always been attracted to big juicy cocks?
Damian smeared more precum on my face with his dick, then he put his right foot in my own precum and give me his toes to suck.
I was hesitant for a few seconds. Too hesitant. Damian had already pushed his foot into my mouth and I was tasting my precum. Funny how the sperm from others tasted different from my own. Another thing that I had noticed lately… Probably because mine was seriously defective. Fuck that B87 Protein.
I thought that I was doing a good job, sucking Damian’s foot, so I was surprised when Francis turned off the camera and scolded me:
“Scott, you look bored and boring. Add some passion into it!”
“I… I’m trying… It’s not easy. I don’t like this.” I replied, genuinely.
“Come on, now, your dick obviously loves it. And it’s just an act anyway. You play with cum all the time, what’s the matter, just show some commitment!”
Even with the camera on pause, Damian was keeping his dick against my face, smearing me with more cum and saliva.
“Bro, he’s right though. If you want me to cum, you have to do better than that. That’s nice and all so far, but like, I should really feel it, I should see that you’re a whore in your eyes. That you do want my cock!”
“But I don’t want it.”
Francis slapped me. I was surprised. The camera was turned off! What was the point of this?
“Get in your fucking role, cunt!” He said aggressively. “Damian, if you want your bitch to act like one, you have to put her in her place too! Come on, guys! We’re here to produce some good content.”
“Yes, Sir.” Damian said, just like he was talking to a superior in the army.
The camera started recording again before I could process what had happened but my co-star had clearly taken the notes from our director. He was more dominant than ever.
“Kiss that big hard cock, fag. Show me how much you want my cum.” Damian told me.
It was one of these moments where I could or should have put an end to it all. What was I still doing there, on the floor, servicing that juicy throbbing cock? But it was like my brain did not know how to say no, anymore. I could only be obedient. When I kissed Damian’s hard dick, I gave him even more power and things were deemed to escalate even further.
“You love that, right?”
He slapped my right cheek, making some precum fly away to my mouth and I nodded yes.
“Tell me you love my alpha cock.”
“I love it.” I said shyly.
He slapped me again.
“Tell me how much you love it! How much you want my cum deep in your throat, fucking cunt.”
He was rubbing his dick against my lips, I could barely speak without swallowing it all.
“I want your cum.” I managed to say, barely opening my mouth but still feeling his dick’s veins moving against my lips.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” He pulled his dick away from me, stroking it with his two hands now. “BEG FOR IT, SLUT.”
“Please, I’m begging you. Give me your cock. Give me your cum! I need it!”
In a very unexpected move, Damian bent towards me, spat on my face and then kissed me. He freaking kissed my lips! ANOTHER GUY KISSED ME!
“Fuck, you nasty bitch. Stroke that dick, I’m gonna nut for you.” He said, slapping me once more.
I was stunned but kept on stroking him. That was gay! No doubt. Damian Feytons was gay! No, this could not be… What the hell was that? Damn, his dick was so hard at this point. Mine too. I had begged for his cock. His jizz. I needed it all inside of me.
What was he doing now? Fucking stroking my cock with his foot. No… No… This was too dangerous!
“Please… I… I’m gonna cum.” I begged him. This was strictly forbidden. A part of me was terrified. I could already see the disappointing face of Coach Ranson.
“Of course, bitch, you love that too much…”
He sat down on the couch and with his right foot, the same one that I had licked before, he started massaging my balls.
“Please, Damian, stop… I can’t.”
He would not stop. I had not been touched like that in months. How a foot, a male foot, could feel so good against my junks? I kept on stroking Damian’s cock furiously. Maybe if he cummed before me, he would let go of my dick.
“Open your mouth, I’m gonna cum.” He finally said, in a long moan.
I did. This was the whole point. Swallowing his cum. But he did not unload right away, first, he pushed his dick inside of my mouth. I tried to push it away but his foot still wanking me was too distracting.
“Calm down, bitch, it’s just the tip. Just swallow the tip, it’s only to make sure all the cum paint your throat. This is the safest way to feed you without wasting any drop.” Damian reassured me, patting my hair.
“Pleeeeeeathe” I mumbled; my mouth full.
I tried to rationalize what was happening, it was just the tip. Not the whole thing. He was about to cum, I would swallow more easily. No big deal. It was the plan, right from the start. Fuck, I was forgetting to focus on refraining my own imminent orgasm. I licked the edge of Damian’s dickhead. He pushed his dick further. I had a cock in my mouth!
Was I blowing him? Not really… Right?
Damian could not hold it any longer. Problem was, we both erupted almost at the same time. I sprayed Damian’s feet with volleys of cum while he was unloading what felt like a gallon of cum in my mouth.
I felt like I was choking with his cum, my brain still reluctant to swallow it all in one go. It was so warm, so thick, so gooey.
However, if I am being totally honest, I could not be weirded out too much because something else was happening to me. My own ejaculation was taking all the space in my brain. I was releasing weeks of cum all over myself: hitting my chin, even my face at times.
The pleasure I was feeling from my orgasm was way stronger than the shame I was feeling from swallowing Damian’s cum.
Was I feeling any shame at all? Or just pleasure?
Damian only removed his cock from my mouth after he had totally emptied himself inside me, his cock becoming limp again.
“Don’t forget the bubbles, slut!”
Francis brought the camera very close to my face as I was playing with Damian’s cum in my mouth. Shit. I almost forgot that he was filming. That must have been an impressive sight as my face was partially covered with my own jizz. I made the dam bubbles, staring right at the camera for the fans.
Only when I had swallowed the whole thing, Francis said “Cut”.
As usual when I was cumming after weeks of edging, I felt dizzy.
Still, it was clear that the director was over the moon with the content. Damian seemed satisfied too.
I was happy but only for a few seconds. After the wave of pleasure did come the shame. No, the issue was not that I had swallowed cum, this was nothing out of the ordinary. I also did not think about sucking Damian’s cock. The issue was that myself, I had cummed… Without the permission of my Coach! It had not happened in months! What would he think of me? I started panicking.
At least, I was ingesting some alpha male juice at the exact same time. Maybe that was not too bad?
Quickly after the camera was turned off, I scooped cum from my chest – there was a lot of it – and from my cheeks and chin to swallow it. Francis seemed mesmerized by what I was doing but I could not care less. I needed to re-ingest that protein.
Fuck! I had lost control of myself so stupidly.
“What are you doing, freak?” Damian asked as he was lying down on the couch, relaxing like a worker coming back home after a day of hard labour.
“You should not have made me cum! I’m not allowed to!” I yelled at him, starting to cry. Disappointing Coach Ranson was the worst thing that could happen in my life.
“Jesus, man. Relax. You have swallowed enough cum to compensate!” Damian said, looking a bit worried by my reaction.
I do not think that he was aware of how much I was committed to respect the Coach’s every instruction until that point.
“And if it can calm you down, I have even some more in store.” Francis said, unzipping his pants and revealing a hairy hard cock. He was not wearing any underwear.
I hesitated. I almost said yes but then I remembered that Francis was gay so his cum probably was lacking the B87 protein too.
“That’s fine…” I spoke. “Thank you, but I think I’m gonna be ok.”
Francis looked disappointed but did not insist, instead he took his camera to rewatch some of the footage we had just shot.
We had a quick meal afterwards and Francis insisted on taking a few more pictures before letting us go. On one of the pictures, he made me lick his freaking dildo. He joked about me taking it in the ass next time I would be there, I replied that I would never do such a thing.
Finally, Damian and I were authorized to leave.
“Look, bro. I’ll tell Coach Ranson this was my fault. I made you cum.” Damian said, empathically, noticing I was still nervous about my ejaculation.
“But why, Damian? Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know, man. Sometimes, I just feel bad for you that you never are allowed to cum. That’s weird thing you have in your sperm, that’s a shame. Also, I did not think you would be so excited by my foot. Like, I know I stink a lot, it’s kinda disgusting. I was surprised when you nutted with my dick in your mouth.”
“Fuck… I can’t believe that people are going to see that.”
“Yeah, well, a few hundred people. Only homos that we don’t know.”
“I hope so…” Something else was troubling me. “You… You kissed me.” I spoke.
For the first time, his confidence seemed to flicker a little.
“What about that?” He said, harshly.
“I just did not expect it… Why did you do that?”
“For the fans, man. For the fans!”
I was still sceptical.
“Damian, that was… I mean, that’s gay… No?”
“Whatever, dude. A real man can do anything when he’s secure with his own sexuality. I don’t have to prove shit to anyone. I can fuck you in the ass three times a day it won’t make me a homo.”
I did not reply anything. The beverage I had drunk before was too strong, I had trouble focusing on anything for more than a few seconds. I was mostly obsessing over Coach Ranson’s reaction when he would find out that I had not been able to control myself.
Damian spoke again when we arrived near the campus:
“How did it make you feel?”
“What?”
“When I kissed you!”
I blushed; this was such a strange question.
“I… It was just weird.”
Damian smiled.
“I thought so too! Crazy, right! I’ve never done something like that with a bro!” He grabbed my shoulder while his right hand was still on the wheel.
“Yeah… me neither.”
“Relax man, that was cool. To be honest, the move you pulled on my dick when you licked and sucked the head, fucking fantastic, bro. You’re natural at it!”
“I’m not natural at it…”
“You fucking are! Stop lying for yourself!”
“I just… I just did it for the fans!” I replied, trying to use his logic.
Damian bursted out laughing. We were parking in front of my building.
“Of course! For the fans. See you at training!”
He fist-bumped me.
How could he be so cool with what had happened? I was so impressed with Damian’s confidence sometimes.
When I came to the dorm-room, Victor was there. I was afraid he would be at his parents this week-end. For once, he was not naked, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. There was something I wanted to ask him.
“Hey, man. How was the shoot?” He said, still scrolling through his phone.
“It was fine…” I marked a pause. “Victor… Something happened.”
“What? Are you ok?”
“Yeah… I am… But I…” I took a deep breathe before revealing my secret: “I cummed.”
“Shit! You were not supposed to! Next competition is in less than a week.”
“I know… I feel terrible. Do you… Do you think you can help me out?”
Victor’s concerned looks turned into a smile right away. He jumped from his bed, took off his shorts, instantly ready to serve me his cum.
Only then, it hit me. I had refused to swallow Francis’ cum because he was gay, but Victor… I was suspicious that he was gay for months! I still did not know for sure though.
What was the point of drinking his cum if he was also lacking the protein?
But it was too late for this kind of consideration, I was already kneeling down and yet another cock was smacking my face. Victor had agreed to help me, I was not going to deny him a good ejaculation.
“Dinner is almost ready!” My roommate said, stroking himself, grinning at me.
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Chapter 22: For the fans (Part 2)
This happened sometimes and it was always awkward and disturbing. Why did my cock react this way as I was playing with another dude’s dick and balls? The thought crossed my mind once again, maybe I was really turning gay… Or maybe I have always been attracted to big juicy cocks?
Damian smeared more precum on my face with his dick, then he put his right foot in my own precum and give me his toes to suck.
I was hesitant for a few seconds. Too hesitant. Damian had already pushed his foot into my mouth and I was tasting my precum. Funny how the sperm from others tasted different from my own. Another thing that I had noticed lately… Probably because mine was seriously defective. Fuck that B87 Protein.
I thought that I was doing a good job, sucking Damian’s foot, so I was surprised when Francis turned off the camera and scolded me:
“Scott, you look bored and boring. Add some passion into it!”
“I… I’m trying… It’s not easy. I don’t like this.” I replied, genuinely.
“Come on, now, your dick obviously loves it. And it’s just an act anyway. You play with cum all the time, what’s the matter, just show some commitment!”
Even with the camera on pause, Damian was keeping his dick against my face, smearing me with more cum and saliva.
“Bro, he’s right though. If you want me to cum, you have to do better than that. That’s nice and all so far, but like, I should really feel it, I should see that you’re a whore in your eyes. That you do want my cock!”
“But I don’t want it.”
Francis slapped me. I was surprised. The camera was turned off! What was the point of this?
“Get in your fucking role, cunt!” He said aggressively. “Damian, if you want your bitch to act like one, you have to put her in her place too! Come on, guys! We’re here to produce some good content.”
“Yes, Sir.” Damian said, just like he was talking to a superior in the army.
The camera started recording again before I could process what had happened but my co-star had clearly taken the notes from our director. He was more dominant than ever.
“Kiss that big hard cock, fag. Show me how much you want my cum.” Damian told me.
It was one of these moments where I could or should have put an end to it all. What was I still doing there, on the floor, servicing that juicy throbbing cock? But it was like my brain did not know how to say no, anymore. I could only be obedient. When I kissed Damian’s hard dick, I gave him even more power and things were deemed to escalate even further.
“You love that, right?”
He slapped my right cheek, making some precum fly away to my mouth and I nodded yes.
“Tell me you love my alpha cock.”
“I love it.” I said shyly.
He slapped me again.
“Tell me how much you love it! How much you want my cum deep in your throat, fucking cunt.”
He was rubbing his dick against my lips, I could barely speak without swallowing it all.
“I want your cum.” I managed to say, barely opening my mouth but still feeling his dick’s veins moving against my lips.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” He pulled his dick away from me, stroking it with his two hands now. “BEG FOR IT, SLUT.”
“Please, I’m begging you. Give me your cock. Give me your cum! I need it!”
In a very unexpected move, Damian bent towards me, spat on my face and then kissed me. He freaking kissed my lips! ANOTHER GUY KISSED ME!
“Fuck, you nasty bitch. Stroke that dick, I’m gonna nut for you.” He said, slapping me once more.
I was stunned but kept on stroking him. That was gay! No doubt. Damian Feytons was gay! No, this could not be… What the hell was that? Damn, his dick was so hard at this point. Mine too. I had begged for his cock. His jizz. I needed it all inside of me.
What was he doing now? Fucking stroking my cock with his foot. No… No… This was too dangerous!
“Please… I… I’m gonna cum.” I begged him. This was strictly forbidden. A part of me was terrified. I could already see the disappointing face of Coach Ranson.
“Of course, bitch, you love that too much…”
He sat down on the couch and with his right foot, the same one that I had licked before, he started massaging my balls.
“Please, Damian, stop… I can’t.”
He would not stop. I had not been touched like that in months. How a foot, a male foot, could feel so good against my junks? I kept on stroking Damian’s cock furiously. Maybe if he cummed before me, he would let go of my dick.
“Open your mouth, I’m gonna cum.” He finally said, in a long moan.
I did. This was the whole point. Swallowing his cum. But he did not unload right away, first, he pushed his dick inside of my mouth. I tried to push it away but his foot still wanking me was too distracting.
“Calm down, bitch, it’s just the tip. Just swallow the tip, it’s only to make sure all the cum paint your throat. This is the safest way to feed you without wasting any drop.” Damian reassured me, patting my hair.
“Pleeeeeeathe” I mumbled; my mouth full.
I tried to rationalize what was happening, it was just the tip. Not the whole thing. He was about to cum, I would swallow more easily. No big deal. It was the plan, right from the start. Fuck, I was forgetting to focus on refraining my own imminent orgasm. I licked the edge of Damian’s dickhead. He pushed his dick further. I had a cock in my mouth!
Was I blowing him? Not really… Right?
Damian could not hold it any longer. Problem was, we both erupted almost at the same time. I sprayed Damian’s feet with volleys of cum while he was unloading what felt like a gallon of cum in my mouth.
I felt like I was choking with his cum, my brain still reluctant to swallow it all in one go. It was so warm, so thick, so gooey.
However, if I am being totally honest, I could not be weirded out too much because something else was happening to me. My own ejaculation was taking all the space in my brain. I was releasing weeks of cum all over myself: hitting my chin, even my face at times.
The pleasure I was feeling from my orgasm was way stronger than the shame I was feeling from swallowing Damian’s cum.
Was I feeling any shame at all? Or just pleasure?
Damian only removed his cock from my mouth after he had totally emptied himself inside me, his cock becoming limp again.
“Don’t forget the bubbles, slut!”
Francis brought the camera very close to my face as I was playing with Damian’s cum in my mouth. Shit. I almost forgot that he was filming. That must have been an impressive sight as my face was partially covered with my own jizz. I made the dam bubbles, staring right at the camera for the fans.
Only when I had swallowed the whole thing, Francis said “Cut”.
As usual when I was cumming after weeks of edging, I felt dizzy.
Still, it was clear that the director was over the moon with the content. Damian seemed satisfied too.
I was happy but only for a few seconds. After the wave of pleasure did come the shame. No, the issue was not that I had swallowed cum, this was nothing out of the ordinary. I also did not think about sucking Damian’s cock. The issue was that myself, I had cummed… Without the permission of my Coach! It had not happened in months! What would he think of me? I started panicking.
At least, I was ingesting some alpha male juice at the exact same time. Maybe that was not too bad?
Quickly after the camera was turned off, I scooped cum from my chest – there was a lot of it – and from my cheeks and chin to swallow it. Francis seemed mesmerized by what I was doing but I could not care less. I needed to re-ingest that protein.
Fuck! I had lost control of myself so stupidly.
“What are you doing, freak?” Damian asked as he was lying down on the couch, relaxing like a worker coming back home after a day of hard labour.
“You should not have made me cum! I’m not allowed to!” I yelled at him, starting to cry. Disappointing Coach Ranson was the worst thing that could happen in my life.
“Jesus, man. Relax. You have swallowed enough cum to compensate!” Damian said, looking a bit worried by my reaction.
I do not think that he was aware of how much I was committed to respect the Coach’s every instruction until that point.
“And if it can calm you down, I have even some more in store.” Francis said, unzipping his pants and revealing a hairy hard cock. He was not wearing any underwear.
I hesitated. I almost said yes but then I remembered that Francis was gay so his cum probably was lacking the B87 protein too.
“That’s fine…” I spoke. “Thank you, but I think I’m gonna be ok.”
Francis looked disappointed but did not insist, instead he took his camera to rewatch some of the footage we had just shot.
We had a quick meal afterwards and Francis insisted on taking a few more pictures before letting us go. On one of the pictures, he made me lick his freaking dildo. He joked about me taking it in the ass next time I would be there, I replied that I would never do such a thing.
Finally, Damian and I were authorized to leave.
“Look, bro. I’ll tell Coach Ranson this was my fault. I made you cum.” Damian said, empathically, noticing I was still nervous about my ejaculation.
“But why, Damian? Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know, man. Sometimes, I just feel bad for you that you never are allowed to cum. That’s weird thing you have in your sperm, that’s a shame. Also, I did not think you would be so excited by my foot. Like, I know I stink a lot, it’s kinda disgusting. I was surprised when you nutted with my dick in your mouth.”
“Fuck… I can’t believe that people are going to see that.”
“Yeah, well, a few hundred people. Only homos that we don’t know.”
“I hope so…” Something else was troubling me. “You… You kissed me.” I spoke.
For the first time, his confidence seemed to flicker a little.
“What about that?” He said, harshly.
“I just did not expect it… Why did you do that?”
“For the fans, man. For the fans!”
I was still sceptical.
“Damian, that was… I mean, that’s gay… No?”
“Whatever, dude. A real man can do anything when he’s secure with his own sexuality. I don’t have to prove shit to anyone. I can fuck you in the ass three times a day it won’t make me a homo.”
I did not reply anything. The beverage I had drunk before was too strong, I had trouble focusing on anything for more than a few seconds. I was mostly obsessing over Coach Ranson’s reaction when he would find out that I had not been able to control myself.
Damian spoke again when we arrived near the campus:
“How did it make you feel?”
“What?”
“When I kissed you!”
I blushed; this was such a strange question.
“I… It was just weird.”
Damian smiled.
“I thought so too! Crazy, right! I’ve never done something like that with a bro!” He grabbed my shoulder while his right hand was still on the wheel.
“Yeah… me neither.”
“Relax man, that was cool. To be honest, the move you pulled on my dick when you licked and sucked the head, fucking fantastic, bro. You’re natural at it!”
“I’m not natural at it…”
“You fucking are! Stop lying for yourself!”
“I just… I just did it for the fans!” I replied, trying to use his logic.
Damian bursted out laughing. We were parking in front of my building.
“Of course! For the fans. See you at training!”
He fist-bumped me.
How could he be so cool with what had happened? I was so impressed with Damian’s confidence sometimes.
When I came to the dorm-room, Victor was there. I was afraid he would be at his parents this week-end. For once, he was not naked, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. There was something I wanted to ask him.
“Hey, man. How was the shoot?” He said, still scrolling through his phone.
“It was fine…” I marked a pause. “Victor… Something happened.”
“What? Are you ok?”
“Yeah… I am… But I…” I took a deep breathe before revealing my secret: “I cummed.”
“Shit! You were not supposed to! Next competition is in less than a week.”
“I know… I feel terrible. Do you… Do you think you can help me out?”
Victor’s concerned looks turned into a smile right away. He jumped from his bed, took off his shorts, instantly ready to serve me his cum.
Only then, it hit me. I had refused to swallow Francis’ cum because he was gay, but Victor… I was suspicious that he was gay for months! I still did not know for sure though.
What was the point of drinking his cum if he was also lacking the protein?
But it was too late for this kind of consideration, I was already kneeling down and yet another cock was smacking my face. Victor had agreed to help me, I was not going to deny him a good ejaculation.
“Dinner is almost ready!” My roommate said, stroking himself, grinning at me.
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Honestly I’m surprised they haven’t suggested Scotty to take dick yet. A little coaxing would make Scotty think it would be perfect to get the vitamins straight and perfectly that way. Lol We know Damian can’t wait to get in there
Damien is absolutely gagging for it
I really enjoyed this chapter. From hating Damien I’m really starting to like him I guess we’re getting to know him better and I do like his friendship with Scott or whatever this is they have lol. From the little hints at the beginning of the chapter they’re all being manipulated you have the ginger guy cumming on himself to impress the coach Damien was scared not to do a job for Francis and immediately went into overdrive when Francis asked him to. We’re just seeing Russell’s situationMore stories including the full Wrestling Team Gone Wild story (31 chapters) + the spin-off from the Coach's point of view + exclusive bonus are available on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 22: For the fans (Part 2)
This happened sometimes and it was always awkward and disturbing. Why did my cock react this way as I was playing with another dude’s dick and balls? The thought crossed my mind once again, maybe I was really turning gay… Or maybe I have always been attracted to big juicy cocks?
Damian smeared more precum on my face with his dick, then he put his right foot in my own precum and give me his toes to suck.
I was hesitant for a few seconds. Too hesitant. Damian had already pushed his foot into my mouth and I was tasting my precum. Funny how the sperm from others tasted different from my own. Another thing that I had noticed lately… Probably because mine was seriously defective. Fuck that B87 Protein.
I thought that I was doing a good job, sucking Damian’s foot, so I was surprised when Francis turned off the camera and scolded me:
“Scott, you look bored and boring. Add some passion into it!”
“I… I’m trying… It’s not easy. I don’t like this.” I replied, genuinely.
“Come on, now, your dick obviously loves it. And it’s just an act anyway. You play with cum all the time, what’s the matter, just show some commitment!”
Even with the camera on pause, Damian was keeping his dick against my face, smearing me with more cum and saliva.
“Bro, he’s right though. If you want me to cum, you have to do better than that. That’s nice and all so far, but like, I should really feel it, I should see that you’re a whore in your eyes. That you do want my cock!”
“But I don’t want it.”
Francis slapped me. I was surprised. The camera was turned off! What was the point of this?
“Get in your fucking role, cunt!” He said aggressively. “Damian, if you want your bitch to act like one, you have to put her in her place too! Come on, guys! We’re here to produce some good content.”
“Yes, Sir.” Damian said, just like he was talking to a superior in the army.
The camera started recording again before I could process what had happened but my co-star had clearly taken the notes from our director. He was more dominant than ever.
“Kiss that big hard cock, fag. Show me how much you want my cum.” Damian told me.
It was one of these moments where I could or should have put an end to it all. What was I still doing there, on the floor, servicing that juicy throbbing cock? But it was like my brain did not know how to say no, anymore. I could only be obedient. When I kissed Damian’s hard dick, I gave him even more power and things were deemed to escalate even further.
“You love that, right?”
He slapped my right cheek, making some precum fly away to my mouth and I nodded yes.
“Tell me you love my alpha cock.”
“I love it.” I said shyly.
He slapped me again.
“Tell me how much you love it! How much you want my cum deep in your throat, fucking cunt.”
He was rubbing his dick against my lips, I could barely speak without swallowing it all.
“I want your cum.” I managed to say, barely opening my mouth but still feeling his dick’s veins moving against my lips.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” He pulled his dick away from me, stroking it with his two hands now. “BEG FOR IT, SLUT.”
“Please, I’m begging you. Give me your cock. Give me your cum! I need it!”
In a very unexpected move, Damian bent towards me, spat on my face and then kissed me. He freaking kissed my lips! ANOTHER GUY KISSED ME!
“Fuck, you nasty bitch. Stroke that dick, I’m gonna nut for you.” He said, slapping me once more.
I was stunned but kept on stroking him. That was gay! No doubt. Damian Feytons was gay! No, this could not be… What the hell was that? Damn, his dick was so hard at this point. Mine too. I had begged for his cock. His jizz. I needed it all inside of me.
What was he doing now? Fucking stroking my cock with his foot. No… No… This was too dangerous!
“Please… I… I’m gonna cum.” I begged him. This was strictly forbidden. A part of me was terrified. I could already see the disappointing face of Coach Ranson.
“Of course, bitch, you love that too much…”
He sat down on the couch and with his right foot, the same one that I had licked before, he started massaging my balls.
“Please, Damian, stop… I can’t.”
He would not stop. I had not been touched like that in months. How a foot, a male foot, could feel so good against my junks? I kept on stroking Damian’s cock furiously. Maybe if he cummed before me, he would let go of my dick.
“Open your mouth, I’m gonna cum.” He finally said, in a long moan.
I did. This was the whole point. Swallowing his cum. But he did not unload right away, first, he pushed his dick inside of my mouth. I tried to push it away but his foot still wanking me was too distracting.
“Calm down, bitch, it’s just the tip. Just swallow the tip, it’s only to make sure all the cum paint your throat. This is the safest way to feed you without wasting any drop.” Damian reassured me, patting my hair.
“Pleeeeeeathe” I mumbled; my mouth full.
I tried to rationalize what was happening, it was just the tip. Not the whole thing. He was about to cum, I would swallow more easily. No big deal. It was the plan, right from the start. Fuck, I was forgetting to focus on refraining my own imminent orgasm. I licked the edge of Damian’s dickhead. He pushed his dick further. I had a cock in my mouth!
Was I blowing him? Not really… Right?
Damian could not hold it any longer. Problem was, we both erupted almost at the same time. I sprayed Damian’s feet with volleys of cum while he was unloading what felt like a gallon of cum in my mouth.
I felt like I was choking with his cum, my brain still reluctant to swallow it all in one go. It was so warm, so thick, so gooey.
However, if I am being totally honest, I could not be weirded out too much because something else was happening to me. My own ejaculation was taking all the space in my brain. I was releasing weeks of cum all over myself: hitting my chin, even my face at times.
The pleasure I was feeling from my orgasm was way stronger than the shame I was feeling from swallowing Damian’s cum.
Was I feeling any shame at all? Or just pleasure?
Damian only removed his cock from my mouth after he had totally emptied himself inside me, his cock becoming limp again.
“Don’t forget the bubbles, slut!”
Francis brought the camera very close to my face as I was playing with Damian’s cum in my mouth. Shit. I almost forgot that he was filming. That must have been an impressive sight as my face was partially covered with my own jizz. I made the dam bubbles, staring right at the camera for the fans.
Only when I had swallowed the whole thing, Francis said “Cut”.
As usual when I was cumming after weeks of edging, I felt dizzy.
Still, it was clear that the director was over the moon with the content. Damian seemed satisfied too.
I was happy but only for a few seconds. After the wave of pleasure did come the shame. No, the issue was not that I had swallowed cum, this was nothing out of the ordinary. I also did not think about sucking Damian’s cock. The issue was that myself, I had cummed… Without the permission of my Coach! It had not happened in months! What would he think of me? I started panicking.
At least, I was ingesting some alpha male juice at the exact same time. Maybe that was not too bad?
Quickly after the camera was turned off, I scooped cum from my chest – there was a lot of it – and from my cheeks and chin to swallow it. Francis seemed mesmerized by what I was doing but I could not care less. I needed to re-ingest that protein.
Fuck! I had lost control of myself so stupidly.
“What are you doing, freak?” Damian asked as he was lying down on the couch, relaxing like a worker coming back home after a day of hard labour.
“You should not have made me cum! I’m not allowed to!” I yelled at him, starting to cry. Disappointing Coach Ranson was the worst thing that could happen in my life.
“Jesus, man. Relax. You have swallowed enough cum to compensate!” Damian said, looking a bit worried by my reaction.
I do not think that he was aware of how much I was committed to respect the Coach’s every instruction until that point.
“And if it can calm you down, I have even some more in store.” Francis said, unzipping his pants and revealing a hairy hard cock. He was not wearing any underwear.
I hesitated. I almost said yes but then I remembered that Francis was gay so his cum probably was lacking the B87 protein too.
“That’s fine…” I spoke. “Thank you, but I think I’m gonna be ok.”
Francis looked disappointed but did not insist, instead he took his camera to rewatch some of the footage we had just shot.
We had a quick meal afterwards and Francis insisted on taking a few more pictures before letting us go. On one of the pictures, he made me lick his freaking dildo. He joked about me taking it in the ass next time I would be there, I replied that I would never do such a thing.
Finally, Damian and I were authorized to leave.
“Look, bro. I’ll tell Coach Ranson this was my fault. I made you cum.” Damian said, empathically, noticing I was still nervous about my ejaculation.
“But why, Damian? Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know, man. Sometimes, I just feel bad for you that you never are allowed to cum. That’s weird thing you have in your sperm, that’s a shame. Also, I did not think you would be so excited by my foot. Like, I know I stink a lot, it’s kinda disgusting. I was surprised when you nutted with my dick in your mouth.”
“Fuck… I can’t believe that people are going to see that.”
“Yeah, well, a few hundred people. Only homos that we don’t know.”
“I hope so…” Something else was troubling me. “You… You kissed me.” I spoke.
For the first time, his confidence seemed to flicker a little.
“What about that?” He said, harshly.
“I just did not expect it… Why did you do that?”
“For the fans, man. For the fans!”
I was still sceptical.
“Damian, that was… I mean, that’s gay… No?”
“Whatever, dude. A real man can do anything when he’s secure with his own sexuality. I don’t have to prove shit to anyone. I can fuck you in the ass three times a day it won’t make me a homo.”
I did not reply anything. The beverage I had drunk before was too strong, I had trouble focusing on anything for more than a few seconds. I was mostly obsessing over Coach Ranson’s reaction when he would find out that I had not been able to control myself.
Damian spoke again when we arrived near the campus:
“How did it make you feel?”
“What?”
“When I kissed you!”
I blushed; this was such a strange question.
“I… It was just weird.”
Damian smiled.
“I thought so too! Crazy, right! I’ve never done something like that with a bro!” He grabbed my shoulder while his right hand was still on the wheel.
“Yeah… me neither.”
“Relax man, that was cool. To be honest, the move you pulled on my dick when you licked and sucked the head, fucking fantastic, bro. You’re natural at it!”
“I’m not natural at it…”
“You fucking are! Stop lying for yourself!”
“I just… I just did it for the fans!” I replied, trying to use his logic.
Damian bursted out laughing. We were parking in front of my building.
“Of course! For the fans. See you at training!”
He fist-bumped me.
How could he be so cool with what had happened? I was so impressed with Damian’s confidence sometimes.
When I came to the dorm-room, Victor was there. I was afraid he would be at his parents this week-end. For once, he was not naked, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. There was something I wanted to ask him.
“Hey, man. How was the shoot?” He said, still scrolling through his phone.
“It was fine…” I marked a pause. “Victor… Something happened.”
“What? Are you ok?”
“Yeah… I am… But I…” I took a deep breathe before revealing my secret: “I cummed.”
“Shit! You were not supposed to! Next competition is in less than a week.”
“I know… I feel terrible. Do you… Do you think you can help me out?”
Victor’s concerned looks turned into a smile right away. He jumped from his bed, took off his shorts, instantly ready to serve me his cum.
Only then, it hit me. I had refused to swallow Francis’ cum because he was gay, but Victor… I was suspicious that he was gay for months! I still did not know for sure though.
What was the point of drinking his cum if he was also lacking the protein?
But it was too late for this kind of consideration, I was already kneeling down and yet another cock was smacking my face. Victor had agreed to help me, I was not going to deny him a good ejaculation.
“Dinner is almost ready!” My roommate said, stroking himself, grinning at me.
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You're picking up on very interesting stuff with the manipulation not only working on Scott but on all the teammates. Although, I will not be so fast to forgive Damian for his asshole behaviour.
Oh no don’t get me wrong he’s a piece of shit even in this chapter his usual ways started to creep out and it’s annoying. I hate the way he talks to Russell when calling him a fag etcYou're picking up on very interesting stuff with the manipulation not only working on Scott but on all the teammates. Although, I will not be so fast to forgive Damian for his asshole behaviour.
But it’s comes across like he’s like that because he himself is dealing with his own shit. He immediately started being cool with Russell once the coach gave him attention which meant he was doing well in the coaches eyes he actually seemed hurt by Russell when he found out about the money. And as confident as he is he’s also being manipulated and wants to impress the coach. Or I’m i off base let me know
You're not off base and that is exactly how I have written it. Grey characters are way more interesting than big villains. (coach certainly is just a villain though)
Love your work so much..has been reading it so intensively last days and now so sad I finished it so far
Next chapter is cumming tomorrow, it is a BIG one.
On chapter 18. victor's dark side took me by surprise. In literary terms he's the foil and opposite of Travis the roommate he replaced.
Victor is one of the most fucked-up character in the story... And given the characters of this story, that is saying a lot!
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 23: Locked in (Part 1)
I thought about it at length and I figured that my best option was to confess myself to the Head Coach. He would probably learn about my accident through Francis anyway, besides, everything has been recorded and was already posted on the Onlyfans page. He would find out soon enough…
Coach Ranson was surprisingly very cool about me cumming without his permission.
I mean, this was still a big deal but he did not get mad at me or anything. To reassure him, I told him that I had swallowed Damian and Victor’s loads the same day and also re-ingested my own cum. That helped.
“I realize how tough it is for you not to cum.” He spoke, being sympathetic. “I wish we could do things differently but the results are clearly there, son. You are more focused, aggressive, manly than ever before! I have rarely seen, if ever, such a talented wrestler. I think this is proof that the methods implemented so far work and there is no way we can stop the protocol now. Not even talking about the effect it could have on your cravings for alpha males’ cum.”
“I don’t crave cum…” I tried to correct, unconvincingly.
“Not yet…”
“Doctor Peterson told me that he could get me to participate in a clinical trial. When? Coach, not cumming, swallowing other guys cum, this is becoming really disturbing. And my cock is freaking hard, all the damn time! I don’t want to whine or complain, I promise, this is just really starting to drive me crazy.”
For once, the Head Coach did not sigh or get annoyed.
“I understand, Scott. To tell you the truth, I have started to get complaints from the university as well. Some of the professors have come up to the dean, they were not too happy with having a horned-up teenager with the cock of a horse, what am I saying, a damn elephant, wandering around in their classrooms. Apparently, it was distracting and lewd. Some girls were scared.”
I got red, this was so embarrassing.
“You told me that no one cared…”
“It turned out some people do care, Scott. What do you want me to say? I cannot control the minds of the stupid people who do not comprehend what we are doing here. But don’t worry about that, as long as you’re leading the championship scoreboard, the university will stand up for you. You’re a star, Scott. You can do whatever you want, including being hard 24/7!”
He was saying that I could whatever I wanted but ironically, I had never felt like I had so little agency in my life.
“Still… I don’t want the teachers or other students to feel weird around me…”
“Well, if you did not have this humongous cock to start with, things would be much easier!”
“Coach… I… I’m starting to get worried. It is not even about the way other people view me, I don’t really care about that anymore. It’s just that...”
I took a deep breath. I was touching upon something really deep inside of me but I did not have the proper words to verbalize it.
“What is it, boy? Just tell me. You know you can tell your Coach everything.”
“Sometimes, I just feel like I don’t recognize myself anymore. I mean, all I think about is cum. Not cumming, getting cum on, or inside of me. I think about wrestling too, a lot, but the two are so much intertwined now. I’m afraid I might turn gay, or just, become a freak. It’s not just in my head, everybody looks at me differently now. I am the cum stick, that’s what everyone is calling me, that’s my identity…”
“Shhh… Calm down, Scott.” The Head Coach came closer to me and put a firm but reassuring hand on my shoulder. I was starting to freak out and move nervously.
“What you are experiencing is perfectly normal, son. You are going through a certain number of changes in your body, you are also under a lot of pressure with the competitions, all eyes are on you. Any young man your age would be overwhelmed. But think about it, the season is almost over, in less than two months, you will be on top of the world! This summer, you will be free to relax on your diet and on everything else, I’m sure that looking back, you’ll just be proud of what you have accomplished. But in the meantime, you have to give that last ditch effort! You cannot ruin everything we have built so far. It would mean that all your sacrifices until now have been in vain.”
“It’s not that I want to quit, Coach… It’s just… It’s really hard sometimes.”
“Making history is never easy, my boy, but this is what you are doing now, breaking records, getting your name out there!”
He hugged me warmly and I felt my big cock, still relentlessly hard, pressing against his thigh.
“Thank you, Coach.”
“We’re not done here, Scott.”
I was getting my back pack, thinking I would leave the Coach’s office. The incident of me cumming during my shooting with Damian had been dealt with, what was more to talk about?
“You really thought I was going to let you in this state, miserable, dealing with that uncontrollable monster cock of yours?” Coach Ranson asked me with a grin.
“What do you mean, Coach?”
“You must know that your Coach would come up with a solution for you! I have been wrecking my brain all week-end, as soon as the video of you got release on the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page.”
“You have already seen it?”
“Of course, I have to keep track to make sure Francis is not going too far with you. I told you I would always have your best interests in mind.”
I thought about the other things I did on that video, sucking Damian’s cock… Well, I did not really suck it, I just let it go in my mouth, it was not the same thing. The Coach did not seem to care about that, apparently, we were not going too far.
Frankly, I was a bit reassured: even after seeing the video, the Coach did not call me gay or anything like that.
He was looking for something in one of his drawers, after a few seconds, he got a weird device out.
I had never seen something like that, it was a weird metal thing in a form of a tube but also looked like a cage. There was a small lock on it.
“Is not that great?” The Coach asked me, excited.
“I… I’m not sure to follow. What is it?”
“The solution to all of your problems!”
He handed me the piece of metal. What the hell was that? It felt cold in my hands. Weirdly I could see it had sort of the shape of a flaccid dick. Wait…
“Coach… Is it… For my dick?” I asked, astonished.
He smiled largely.
“Genuis, is not it!? I have witnessed first-hand how much you’ve been struggling with non-cumming, how this constant hard-on had become such an issue. You told me yourself that your hard throbbing cock was becoming the main inconvenience in your life.”
I gave him back the cage immediately, it was like I was suddenly afraid that this atrocious thing would poison my hands.
“Coach, you don’t want me to…?”
I could not finish my sentence; it was just unthinkable.
“Put it on! Of course, I do. I mean, I think this would be the best option for you but you are the one making the call, here. I would never force you into doing something you are not okay with. You know that.”
“I cannot lock my dick in there! I mean, it’s simply too small, it would hurt…”
“Always so dramatic, eh? You really think they would have allowed this to be sold if it could damage your dick. It is perfectly safe and harmless. It is actually pretty common in some cultures. Among religious groups, it is quite normal for men to wear chastity cages until they have found a suitable lady and get married.”
“A chastity cage…?”
“That’s how it is called, but it’s just a name, no need to ponder about that. It can serve numerous purposes. Basically, when a guy wants to avoid unwanted erections but still wishes to maintain his testosterone at a high level, he locked his dick and… Tada! The schlong remains flaccid and the individual can take back control, he decides when and where he wants to have erections. Would not you dream of that sort of control?”
My dick was still painfully hard under my jeans…
“Of course, I would! But that seems so extreme.”
“Why? I just told you; it is more common than you think. I bet a lot of friends in your highschool had this thing on and you did not even notice.”
I seriously doubted that.
“But how can you be sure it does not hurt?”
“The only thing it does is preventing your dick from getting stiffed. Nothing harmful in that, on the contrary. At first, you might feel a slight discomfort but I can tell you, this discomfort is nothing compared to what you must be feeling right now, having your dick hard all the time and ready to burst. And after a while, you will no longer notice a thing. Imagine being able to wander around without hiding your monstruous cock!”
This was tempting. I did consider that one of the main reasons that I was becoming mad was the fact that I had to think about my dick 24/7.
“What about the training sessions, the competitions?” I asked. “People will see!”
“As for the competitions, we would get it off, obviously. You need to be hard for those, we want your opponents to feel that massive piece of meat against them. As for the training sessions, this is no problem at all, in fact, a couple of other guys might be caged too. Tom seemed interested when I talked about that with him, he had always had issues with his premature ejaculations.”
I was looking at the damn thing, it still seemed so freaking small. Everything the Coach was saying made sense, it was true that I was starting to hate how my dick was hard all the time, and to feel shame any time I would slip-up and cum, but that cage… My abnormally long dick would simply never fit.
“Listen, Scott. I will never lock that thing on you if you’re not fully on board. But in my opinion, what is extreme is going around looking like you are about to explode any minute. Who does that, besides you? Honestly, you look like a pervert for most people. My only regret is not to have suggested this to you sooner, I’ve seen you struggling so much already...”
“Like a pervert…. But I thought you said…”
“I mean, I thought you would get a grip over your dick at some point! I thought you would be able to achieve some sort of control by yourself. But clearly, you are incapable of that.”
“It’s just the supplements, they….”
“The supplements are necessary, Scott.”
“I… I just… I really don’t think my dick would fit in that thing, Coach.”
“Oh, it will! I took the biggest model available! It may look small now but it is only because a dick can get way smaller when flaccid than we think, just like it can get way bigger when erected. Think about the times when you go into a freezing water, how it shrunken your willy. And between us, boy, have you never dreamt of having a smaller dick, just a little, so it looks more… normal.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Let’s just try it. If it does not fit, we let go of this idea but if it does… Boy, you were telling me you were no longer feeling like yourself, I think this is the perfect tool to go back to your true self.”
Slowly but definitely, I nodded yes. I was ultimately convinced.
Truly, my hard cock was aching and I had been dreaming of a night of sleep where I would not wet my sheets or be woken up by my erection. Besides, that argument about having my dick getting, even just a bit, smaller, that was really hitting me too. I had thought about this all my life, if only I could stop being a freak!
“Take off your jeans and your underwear, Scott.” The Head Coach ordered.
“You want to put it on, now?”
“Well, yeah. Let’s try this! I have the keys and the cage’s right here.”
“The keys… What happens if we lose those?”
“It will never happen, I will keep them in my vault right here, on the bottom drawer. I can also make a double that I would carry in my wallet.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?”
“I would need the key too…”
“Why? Are you saying that you would want to cum without my permission?”
For the first time that day, Coach Ranson looked angry.
“Of course, not! Just…”
“Listen, when the season is over, you will do whatever you want, keep or leave the cage. However, in the meantime and knowing you, I think you will agree that it is safer if I’m the gate keeper here.” Not letting me the time to answer, he continued: “Come on, take everything off, we will try it and we will take it from there.”
I pulled down my jeans awkwardly.
“I’m hard, Coach.”
“Evidently.”
I was hesitant so he pulled down my boxers to my ankles himself, my dick jumping from my underwear almost poking Coach’s Ranson face.
“Sorry, Coach…”
“We’re gonna have to figure how to get rid of that ridiculous erection before putting the cage on.”
“Maybe I could cum?”
That mere idea made my dick throbbed. Cumming was such a special occasion every time I was allowed to.
“You would like that, don’t you?”
“I mean… I don’t see how, otherwise…”
“Ok then, just come here and suck my dick.”
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 23: Locked in (Part 1)
I thought about it at length and I figured that my best option was to confess myself to the Head Coach. He would probably learn about my accident through Francis anyway, besides, everything has been recorded and was already posted on the Onlyfans page. He would find out soon enough…
Coach Ranson was surprisingly very cool about me cumming without his permission.
I mean, this was still a big deal but he did not get mad at me or anything. To reassure him, I told him that I had swallowed Damian and Victor’s loads the same day and also re-ingested my own cum. That helped.
“I realize how tough it is for you not to cum.” He spoke, being sympathetic. “I wish we could do things differently but the results are clearly there, son. You are more focused, aggressive, manly than ever before! I have rarely seen, if ever, such a talented wrestler. I think this is proof that the methods implemented so far work and there is no way we can stop the protocol now. Not even talking about the effect it could have on your cravings for alpha males’ cum.”
“I don’t crave cum…” I tried to correct, unconvincingly.
“Not yet…”
“Doctor Peterson told me that he could get me to participate in a clinical trial. When? Coach, not cumming, swallowing other guys cum, this is becoming really disturbing. And my cock is freaking hard, all the damn time! I don’t want to whine or complain, I promise, this is just really starting to drive me crazy.”
For once, the Head Coach did not sigh or get annoyed.
“I understand, Scott. To tell you the truth, I have started to get complaints from the university as well. Some of the professors have come up to the dean, they were not too happy with having a horned-up teenager with the cock of a horse, what am I saying, a damn elephant, wandering around in their classrooms. Apparently, it was distracting and lewd. Some girls were scared.”
I got red, this was so embarrassing.
“You told me that no one cared…”
“It turned out some people do care, Scott. What do you want me to say? I cannot control the minds of the stupid people who do not comprehend what we are doing here. But don’t worry about that, as long as you’re leading the championship scoreboard, the university will stand up for you. You’re a star, Scott. You can do whatever you want, including being hard 24/7!”
He was saying that I could whatever I wanted but ironically, I had never felt like I had so little agency in my life.
“Still… I don’t want the teachers or other students to feel weird around me…”
“Well, if you did not have this humongous cock to start with, things would be much easier!”
“Coach… I… I’m starting to get worried. It is not even about the way other people view me, I don’t really care about that anymore. It’s just that...”
I took a deep breath. I was touching upon something really deep inside of me but I did not have the proper words to verbalize it.
“What is it, boy? Just tell me. You know you can tell your Coach everything.”
“Sometimes, I just feel like I don’t recognize myself anymore. I mean, all I think about is cum. Not cumming, getting cum on, or inside of me. I think about wrestling too, a lot, but the two are so much intertwined now. I’m afraid I might turn gay, or just, become a freak. It’s not just in my head, everybody looks at me differently now. I am the cum stick, that’s what everyone is calling me, that’s my identity…”
“Shhh… Calm down, Scott.” The Head Coach came closer to me and put a firm but reassuring hand on my shoulder. I was starting to freak out and move nervously.
“What you are experiencing is perfectly normal, son. You are going through a certain number of changes in your body, you are also under a lot of pressure with the competitions, all eyes are on you. Any young man your age would be overwhelmed. But think about it, the season is almost over, in less than two months, you will be on top of the world! This summer, you will be free to relax on your diet and on everything else, I’m sure that looking back, you’ll just be proud of what you have accomplished. But in the meantime, you have to give that last ditch effort! You cannot ruin everything we have built so far. It would mean that all your sacrifices until now have been in vain.”
“It’s not that I want to quit, Coach… It’s just… It’s really hard sometimes.”
“Making history is never easy, my boy, but this is what you are doing now, breaking records, getting your name out there!”
He hugged me warmly and I felt my big cock, still relentlessly hard, pressing against his thigh.
“Thank you, Coach.”
“We’re not done here, Scott.”
I was getting my back pack, thinking I would leave the Coach’s office. The incident of me cumming during my shooting with Damian had been dealt with, what was more to talk about?
“You really thought I was going to let you in this state, miserable, dealing with that uncontrollable monster cock of yours?” Coach Ranson asked me with a grin.
“What do you mean, Coach?”
“You must know that your Coach would come up with a solution for you! I have been wrecking my brain all week-end, as soon as the video of you got release on the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page.”
“You have already seen it?”
“Of course, I have to keep track to make sure Francis is not going too far with you. I told you I would always have your best interests in mind.”
I thought about the other things I did on that video, sucking Damian’s cock… Well, I did not really suck it, I just let it go in my mouth, it was not the same thing. The Coach did not seem to care about that, apparently, we were not going too far.
Frankly, I was a bit reassured: even after seeing the video, the Coach did not call me gay or anything like that.
He was looking for something in one of his drawers, after a few seconds, he got a weird device out.
I had never seen something like that, it was a weird metal thing in a form of a tube but also looked like a cage. There was a small lock on it.
“Is not that great?” The Coach asked me, excited.
“I… I’m not sure to follow. What is it?”
“The solution to all of your problems!”
He handed me the piece of metal. What the hell was that? It felt cold in my hands. Weirdly I could see it had sort of the shape of a flaccid dick. Wait…
“Coach… Is it… For my dick?” I asked, astonished.
He smiled largely.
“Genuis, is not it!? I have witnessed first-hand how much you’ve been struggling with non-cumming, how this constant hard-on had become such an issue. You told me yourself that your hard throbbing cock was becoming the main inconvenience in your life.”
I gave him back the cage immediately, it was like I was suddenly afraid that this atrocious thing would poison my hands.
“Coach, you don’t want me to…?”
I could not finish my sentence; it was just unthinkable.
“Put it on! Of course, I do. I mean, I think this would be the best option for you but you are the one making the call, here. I would never force you into doing something you are not okay with. You know that.”
“I cannot lock my dick in there! I mean, it’s simply too small, it would hurt…”
“Always so dramatic, eh? You really think they would have allowed this to be sold if it could damage your dick. It is perfectly safe and harmless. It is actually pretty common in some cultures. Among religious groups, it is quite normal for men to wear chastity cages until they have found a suitable lady and get married.”
“A chastity cage…?”
“That’s how it is called, but it’s just a name, no need to ponder about that. It can serve numerous purposes. Basically, when a guy wants to avoid unwanted erections but still wishes to maintain his testosterone at a high level, he locked his dick and… Tada! The schlong remains flaccid and the individual can take back control, he decides when and where he wants to have erections. Would not you dream of that sort of control?”
My dick was still painfully hard under my jeans…
“Of course, I would! But that seems so extreme.”
“Why? I just told you; it is more common than you think. I bet a lot of friends in your highschool had this thing on and you did not even notice.”
I seriously doubted that.
“But how can you be sure it does not hurt?”
“The only thing it does is preventing your dick from getting stiffed. Nothing harmful in that, on the contrary. At first, you might feel a slight discomfort but I can tell you, this discomfort is nothing compared to what you must be feeling right now, having your dick hard all the time and ready to burst. And after a while, you will no longer notice a thing. Imagine being able to wander around without hiding your monstruous cock!”
This was tempting. I did consider that one of the main reasons that I was becoming mad was the fact that I had to think about my dick 24/7.
“What about the training sessions, the competitions?” I asked. “People will see!”
“As for the competitions, we would get it off, obviously. You need to be hard for those, we want your opponents to feel that massive piece of meat against them. As for the training sessions, this is no problem at all, in fact, a couple of other guys might be caged too. Tom seemed interested when I talked about that with him, he had always had issues with his premature ejaculations.”
I was looking at the damn thing, it still seemed so freaking small. Everything the Coach was saying made sense, it was true that I was starting to hate how my dick was hard all the time, and to feel shame any time I would slip-up and cum, but that cage… My abnormally long dick would simply never fit.
“Listen, Scott. I will never lock that thing on you if you’re not fully on board. But in my opinion, what is extreme is going around looking like you are about to explode any minute. Who does that, besides you? Honestly, you look like a pervert for most people. My only regret is not to have suggested this to you sooner, I’ve seen you struggling so much already...”
“Like a pervert…. But I thought you said…”
“I mean, I thought you would get a grip over your dick at some point! I thought you would be able to achieve some sort of control by yourself. But clearly, you are incapable of that.”
“It’s just the supplements, they….”
“The supplements are necessary, Scott.”
“I… I just… I really don’t think my dick would fit in that thing, Coach.”
“Oh, it will! I took the biggest model available! It may look small now but it is only because a dick can get way smaller when flaccid than we think, just like it can get way bigger when erected. Think about the times when you go into a freezing water, how it shrunken your willy. And between us, boy, have you never dreamt of having a smaller dick, just a little, so it looks more… normal.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Let’s just try it. If it does not fit, we let go of this idea but if it does… Boy, you were telling me you were no longer feeling like yourself, I think this is the perfect tool to go back to your true self.”
Slowly but definitely, I nodded yes. I was ultimately convinced.
Truly, my hard cock was aching and I had been dreaming of a night of sleep where I would not wet my sheets or be woken up by my erection. Besides, that argument about having my dick getting, even just a bit, smaller, that was really hitting me too. I had thought about this all my life, if only I could stop being a freak!
“Take off your jeans and your underwear, Scott.” The Head Coach ordered.
“You want to put it on, now?”
“Well, yeah. Let’s try this! I have the keys and the cage’s right here.”
“The keys… What happens if we lose those?”
“It will never happen, I will keep them in my vault right here, on the bottom drawer. I can also make a double that I would carry in my wallet.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?”
“I would need the key too…”
“Why? Are you saying that you would want to cum without my permission?”
For the first time that day, Coach Ranson looked angry.
“Of course, not! Just…”
“Listen, when the season is over, you will do whatever you want, keep or leave the cage. However, in the meantime and knowing you, I think you will agree that it is safer if I’m the gate keeper here.” Not letting me the time to answer, he continued: “Come on, take everything off, we will try it and we will take it from there.”
I pulled down my jeans awkwardly.
“I’m hard, Coach.”
“Evidently.”
I was hesitant so he pulled down my boxers to my ankles himself, my dick jumping from my underwear almost poking Coach’s Ranson face.
“Sorry, Coach…”
“We’re gonna have to figure how to get rid of that ridiculous erection before putting the cage on.”
“Maybe I could cum?”
That mere idea made my dick throbbed. Cumming was such a special occasion every time I was allowed to.
“You would like that, don’t you?”
“I mean… I don’t see how, otherwise…”
“Ok then, just come here and suck my dick.”
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 23: Locked in (Part 2)
I was stunned by his words. I really considered for one second that I might have misheard.
“Coach?”
“I thought I was being clear. Come here and suck my dick.” This time, he slid down his usual blue nylon shorts and leaned against his desk, almost sitting on it.
Because I stood there silent and dumbfounded, he added:
“What have I said about following orders without questioning them?”
The idea of refusing a command from the Coach was so unthinkable by this point that I knelt down and crawled towards him. He was already caressing his semi-hard and hairy cock with both of his hands. He was not at full mast yet. When I was only a few inches from his dick, I stopped. Something inside of me was still blocking. A last barrier. A last brain cell not totally submissive to the Coach.
“Listen Scott, you are going to need to cum to get this over with, I don’t see any alternative and neither do you. It is clear that you’re gonna need all my straight alpha male spunk in your system when you do ejaculate to compensate. Also, let’s quit pretending, will you? We both know it will be easier for you to cum with my big dick down your throat.”
“It won’t… I….”
“Why is your cock already throbbing, then?”
I looked down at my crotch. I truly did not know how I felt anymore.
“Coach, I…”
He was stroking his dick before my eyes. I got my lips closer.
“Boy, I have not had my cock sucked in months. Come on, just do that for me. I think I have deserved it with everything I’ve done for you this year. And why would it be such a big deal for you? It’s not like you have never sucked a cock in your life. I’m sure mine tastes way better than Feytons.”
I nodded yes. Of course, he deserved it. As if I would ever say no to Coach Ranson anyway? But I had still one last concern in my mind.
“Would not that make me gay?” I asked foolishly.
The Head Coach bursted out laughing.
“So, that is your worry? Nah! It won’t make you gay. If anything, my sperm is going to make you straighter than you ever were. Sucking another homo is gay, helping a straight friend, that’s just bro shit. Unless you think I’m a fucking homo?”
“No! Of course, not!”
“So there, you have it.”
He concluded his point by pushing his hard throbbing cock against my lips and I simply opened to let his dick go through.
I mean, it was not as awful as I thought it would be. He was not fully hard so it was easier to take in my mouth than Damian’s and the Coach was guiding me.
“You can touch yourself, boy. Enjoy the moment. Make it count. It will be the last time you cum before a while… Mmmm…”
Being authorized to stroke my own dick was a relief. Funny how the situation was very similar from when I spent the night at the Coach’s place, but how my state of mind was completely different. Back then, I was terrified. At this point, I was just grateful.
The Coach’s attitude was different too, he was not trying to assess if I was gay or not, if he could trust me or not, he just wanted to help me cum and enjoy some good time in the process.
“Here you go, boy. Try to enjoy it a little, lick the edges, play with your spit. You feel it, son, it’s getting hard in your mouth.”
I was feeling it. The sensation was crazy. A warm, throbbing and leaking cock was getting stiffed inside of my mouth, inevitably stretching to my throat. And not just any cock! Coach’s Ranson’s big hairy and veiny tool! I was not too sure whether I could enjoy this or not, but I was touching myself, and this part definitely felt good.
After a few minutes, I got used to it and I thought I would try to actually blow it. Truthfully, I just wanted to make my Coach happy.
He was no longer giving me orders. Coach Ranson had his hands behind his head, flaunting his sweaty armpits and was moaning softly. I did it on my own, the bobbing back and forth. I kissed his dick too, Damian had liked it so much when I had done that. I also went to lick his balls, they were much hairier than Damian’s, it was weird but the Coach seemed really appreciative when I did that.
“Good boy…” He mumbled, patting my hair.
I went back on his dick. What the hell? Should I just blow him like those girls in the movies… Thinking of which, I had not seen a girl sucking a cock in a porn for so long… Actually, I had not thought of a girl for so long… All my efforts were focused on not cumming, not getting too aroused. But there, in this special moment, I could finally let myself go, I had been authorized to jerk off and cum.
I started to go back and forth on a full hard dick for the first time in my life. I was doing good partly because there were a lot of fluids all along the shaft and I was committed to sucking it all up. All that good, healthy, full of B87 proteins precum was going straight to my stomach! That got me eager.
The Coach touched my cock unexpectedly, I had been so focused on his dick, I had not noticed he had moved his hands around. He reached my cock at the level of my abs and pressed on it. I almost jizzed right away. He was collecting precum on his fingers, he pushed them into my mouth while I was still swallowing his dick.
My mouth had to stretch so bad to take his two fingers and his stiffed cock at the same time, I was chocking. My precum became mixed with his, mixed with his dick, and I started to blow him like crazy. I mean, even harder than I did before!
“Always knew you were made for this…” He spoke.
Was it true? Was I born to suck big thick cocks?
Fuck, my own dick was on the verge of orgasm, I was stroking it franticly. That was the best part. I was edging myself and soon, I would have my reward. I knew I would surely feel dizzy, or ashamed afterwards, but my Coach would feed me with his cum so everything would be all right.
As I was getting in a steady rhythm, the Coach grabbed my hair and pushed me further down his long dick. I gagged, I pushed back, but I ended up swallowing the entire thing. Tears fell from my eyes and ended up on his balls. I felt drops of cum filling my throat. Was he ejaculating? Not really, not yet. Just a small preview of what was to come.
“FUCK!”
He shouted after my deepthroat. My first, but certainly not the last. That afternoon alone, I swallowed his entire dick until my nose was buried deep in his thick pubic hair nearly 10 times. The Coach could not stop himself from going deep. I can still remember the musky smell.
Every time I would swallow it all, I thought I was about to die, and every time, I came out with what felt like gallons of saliva that I was spitting all over my white tee-shirt that I had still on.
“Messy boy.” The Coach, chuckled.
“Sorry…”
“Shhh… You’re doing everything right. That’s good for you, my boy, you’re emptying yourself, you’re purging all those bad thoughts. Now you’re really becoming yourself. Just keep going.”
The blowjob may have lasted 10 minutes on an hour, I was in such a crazy mental state that it was impossible to keep track of time.
“Coach… I… I cannot hold it anymore, I’m gonna cum…”
The Coach had a glass full of water on his desk. He spilled the whole thing on my face.
“You’ll jizz in that empty glass, bitch. But not now. I’m the one who gets to cum first! I’m the senior.”
“Please Coach… I cannot wait… I really have to…” I pleaded.
He slapped me:
“I don’t see where the problem is. If you need to nut that badly, just make me cum then!”
I went back on his dick like I was a hungry animal. I needed to cum so bad. To do so, I needed to make him cum so bad!
I licked his dick, kissed his balls, rubbed my face against his pulsating shaft, deepthroated him and went back and forth as quickly as I could. I ended up stroking his cock while licking his dickhead, slurping his precum leaking of his piss slit. I was a real bitch. Coach’s words, not mine.
Eventually, the Coach’s eyes rolled and I knew I had won.
When his balls contracted, he held my head firmly and buried his cumming dick deep in my throat. I almost puked, I thought I was drowning in jizz, but I held on. I could not waste that sperm. Fuck, that was Coach Ranson’s cum! The most masculine, dominant, alpha male I knew! His cum must be worth more than any other man I would ever swallow.
I took it, all in my throat, volleys after volleys, he was still fucking my face as he was jizzing, thrusting his hips against my face. My gagging noises were crazy, I was shocked hearing the animalistic sounds that I could produce.
It was like I was a different person, or rather, a beast.
My eyes were crying but despite it all, I was in a bliss. I was myself so close to orgasm. Thankfully, I still remembered the instructions and did not cum until I was formally permitted to do so.
I had to wait for Coach Ranson to be finished. He took his damn time; I was licking the last drops of cum on his dick when he finally gave me the glass. In my trance, I aimed poorly but most of my spunk still went inside of the container. I cummed what felt like a gallon. Fuck, that was good.
I immediately licked off the drops of jizz which fell on the Coach’s thighs and his now flaccid cock. Just for those few seconds of intense pleasure, this was all worth it!
I was heavily shaking when the Coach pushed the glass against my lips and made me drink the whole thing. I re-ingested all my seeds.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, boy.” Coach Ranson said, kissing my sweaty forehead.
“Thank you, Coach.” I managed to say, bubbles forming in my mouth.
Shit, a few drops fell on the floor. I licked them off too. Not waste!
“Well, that was the success” The Coach commented, pulling back his shorts. “Your cock is flaccid.”
I nodded yes and sat down on a chair. As always after ejaculation, I was disoriented. Wait. What had just happened? Did I really blow my Coach?
“Let’s put this thing on.” He said, holding the cage.
Shit. I had sort of forgotten about this part! I was so not ready for this.
“Coach, I don’t know… My dick is always really sensitive after I cum…”
“What are you talking about, son? Why did not you say this sooner, before I let you suck on my cock and let you cum? This was the whole point, getting you flaccid!”
“I…”
“Cheeky boy, you only wanted to try on your Coach’s cock, did not you?”
“No… I swear… I dit it because… I mean, yes, for putting the cage on, but...”
“Silence.”
He cut me off and I knew that my time to speak was over. He had the cage in his hands and I was sitting down, apprehensively.
When the Head Coach held my dick, it felt like little electric shocks going through my body. The nerves around my dick were all very sensitive, still under the effect of my ejaculation. But he was not careful with it, he brought the tube and forced my dick into it.
“Ouch!” I could not help myself from shouting, despite his order to shut up.
“Don’t be a wuss, Scott, please.”
“Coach, that really hurt!”
He managed to slide my dick further into the cage but even completely soft, it would not fit. My flesh, my foreskin, it was all coming out of the tiny metal bars.
“Just relax, son. It’s almost there. I’m telling you; you’ll feel so much better afterwards.”
I tried to breathe slowly. I looked at the wall in front of me. There was a poster of young Coach Ranson winning a College State title in a bright red singlet. He looked so young, he was probably my age on this picture, 20.
He pulled on my dick harder and on the cage of the same time. “Fuuuck!” I had no idea of what he was doing but I did not want to know. I felt like my cock was really stuck now, and then, he got the key.
“See, it fits perfectly!”
I looked down. My dick was unrecognizable trapped in this metal tube as Coach Ranson was using the key to lock the whole thing.
“Oh God…”
He smiled at me, for once, he was the one kneeling down before me.
“Don’t worry, boy. Just like I told you, at first you will experience a slight discomfort, but truly, in no time, it will feel like it was part of you your whole life!”
“I don’t know, Coach… This is crazy.”
“Look” He touched my dick head. “You have all the space for your piss slit, no problem in the bathroom. And try to get hard, locked in this, no chance! You’ll be finally free from the control your monstruous cock was holding over you.”
My face must have looked very worried because the Coach gave me an encouraging tap on the shoulder.
“Trust me, son. It will change your life. Drink some supplements, it will be good for you. And if after a few days or a few weeks, you’re not happy with it, I can unlock it for you. It’s not like this is forever.”
I nodded yes. I still felt the need to ask a stupid question.
“Coach, Ranson, you would, right? If I were to ask you to unlock it. You would do it?”
“Of course, I would! Jesus, my boy, who do you think I am? Now go back to your dorms, I think your roommate should cum in your filthy mouth as well after the amounts of jizz you just released. Maybe you can ask for other guys to cum in you as well, so you will be in good shape for tomorrow’s training session.”
“Yes, Coach.”
I did not ask any other guy to cum on me, maybe because I did not run into anyone in particular while I was walking back to the dorm. But now that I had sucked Damian and the Coach, I sort of felt guilty to have left my other main support out, Victor.
Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was something else, but when I asked Victor to cum in my mouth that night, I also proposed that I suck him, if he wanted to.
He did. My roommate fucked my face. Hard. He even asked me to lie on the bed so my head would be upside down on the edge and he pounded me like this.
I drank all of my supplements and I did not get hard, the cage worked.
Victor loved the chastity cage by the way. Not for himself of course, he would never wear something like this, but for me, he said it was the perfect accessory.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 23: Locked in (Part 2)
I was stunned by his words. I really considered for one second that I might have misheard.
“Coach?”
“I thought I was being clear. Come here and suck my dick.” This time, he slid down his usual blue nylon shorts and leaned against his desk, almost sitting on it.
Because I stood there silent and dumbfounded, he added:
“What have I said about following orders without questioning them?”
The idea of refusing a command from the Coach was so unthinkable by this point that I knelt down and crawled towards him. He was already caressing his semi-hard and hairy cock with both of his hands. He was not at full mast yet. When I was only a few inches from his dick, I stopped. Something inside of me was still blocking. A last barrier. A last brain cell not totally submissive to the Coach.
“Listen Scott, you are going to need to cum to get this over with, I don’t see any alternative and neither do you. It is clear that you’re gonna need all my straight alpha male spunk in your system when you do ejaculate to compensate. Also, let’s quit pretending, will you? We both know it will be easier for you to cum with my big dick down your throat.”
“It won’t… I….”
“Why is your cock already throbbing, then?”
I looked down at my crotch. I truly did not know how I felt anymore.
“Coach, I…”
He was stroking his dick before my eyes. I got my lips closer.
“Boy, I have not had my cock sucked in months. Come on, just do that for me. I think I have deserved it with everything I’ve done for you this year. And why would it be such a big deal for you? It’s not like you have never sucked a cock in your life. I’m sure mine tastes way better than Feytons.”
I nodded yes. Of course, he deserved it. As if I would ever say no to Coach Ranson anyway? But I had still one last concern in my mind.
“Would not that make me gay?” I asked foolishly.
The Head Coach bursted out laughing.
“So, that is your worry? Nah! It won’t make you gay. If anything, my sperm is going to make you straighter than you ever were. Sucking another homo is gay, helping a straight friend, that’s just bro shit. Unless you think I’m a fucking homo?”
“No! Of course, not!”
“So there, you have it.”
He concluded his point by pushing his hard throbbing cock against my lips and I simply opened to let his dick go through.
I mean, it was not as awful as I thought it would be. He was not fully hard so it was easier to take in my mouth than Damian’s and the Coach was guiding me.
“You can touch yourself, boy. Enjoy the moment. Make it count. It will be the last time you cum before a while… Mmmm…”
Being authorized to stroke my own dick was a relief. Funny how the situation was very similar from when I spent the night at the Coach’s place, but how my state of mind was completely different. Back then, I was terrified. At this point, I was just grateful.
The Coach’s attitude was different too, he was not trying to assess if I was gay or not, if he could trust me or not, he just wanted to help me cum and enjoy some good time in the process.
“Here you go, boy. Try to enjoy it a little, lick the edges, play with your spit. You feel it, son, it’s getting hard in your mouth.”
I was feeling it. The sensation was crazy. A warm, throbbing and leaking cock was getting stiffed inside of my mouth, inevitably stretching to my throat. And not just any cock! Coach’s Ranson’s big hairy and veiny tool! I was not too sure whether I could enjoy this or not, but I was touching myself, and this part definitely felt good.
After a few minutes, I got used to it and I thought I would try to actually blow it. Truthfully, I just wanted to make my Coach happy.
He was no longer giving me orders. Coach Ranson had his hands behind his head, flaunting his sweaty armpits and was moaning softly. I did it on my own, the bobbing back and forth. I kissed his dick too, Damian had liked it so much when I had done that. I also went to lick his balls, they were much hairier than Damian’s, it was weird but the Coach seemed really appreciative when I did that.
“Good boy…” He mumbled, patting my hair.
I went back on his dick. What the hell? Should I just blow him like those girls in the movies… Thinking of which, I had not seen a girl sucking a cock in a porn for so long… Actually, I had not thought of a girl for so long… All my efforts were focused on not cumming, not getting too aroused. But there, in this special moment, I could finally let myself go, I had been authorized to jerk off and cum.
I started to go back and forth on a full hard dick for the first time in my life. I was doing good partly because there were a lot of fluids all along the shaft and I was committed to sucking it all up. All that good, healthy, full of B87 proteins precum was going straight to my stomach! That got me eager.
The Coach touched my cock unexpectedly, I had been so focused on his dick, I had not noticed he had moved his hands around. He reached my cock at the level of my abs and pressed on it. I almost jizzed right away. He was collecting precum on his fingers, he pushed them into my mouth while I was still swallowing his dick.
My mouth had to stretch so bad to take his two fingers and his stiffed cock at the same time, I was chocking. My precum became mixed with his, mixed with his dick, and I started to blow him like crazy. I mean, even harder than I did before!
“Always knew you were made for this…” He spoke.
Was it true? Was I born to suck big thick cocks?
Fuck, my own dick was on the verge of orgasm, I was stroking it franticly. That was the best part. I was edging myself and soon, I would have my reward. I knew I would surely feel dizzy, or ashamed afterwards, but my Coach would feed me with his cum so everything would be all right.
As I was getting in a steady rhythm, the Coach grabbed my hair and pushed me further down his long dick. I gagged, I pushed back, but I ended up swallowing the entire thing. Tears fell from my eyes and ended up on his balls. I felt drops of cum filling my throat. Was he ejaculating? Not really, not yet. Just a small preview of what was to come.
“FUCK!”
He shouted after my deepthroat. My first, but certainly not the last. That afternoon alone, I swallowed his entire dick until my nose was buried deep in his thick pubic hair nearly 10 times. The Coach could not stop himself from going deep. I can still remember the musky smell.
Every time I would swallow it all, I thought I was about to die, and every time, I came out with what felt like gallons of saliva that I was spitting all over my white tee-shirt that I had still on.
“Messy boy.” The Coach, chuckled.
“Sorry…”
“Shhh… You’re doing everything right. That’s good for you, my boy, you’re emptying yourself, you’re purging all those bad thoughts. Now you’re really becoming yourself. Just keep going.”
The blowjob may have lasted 10 minutes on an hour, I was in such a crazy mental state that it was impossible to keep track of time.
“Coach… I… I cannot hold it anymore, I’m gonna cum…”
The Coach had a glass full of water on his desk. He spilled the whole thing on my face.
“You’ll jizz in that empty glass, bitch. But not now. I’m the one who gets to cum first! I’m the senior.”
“Please Coach… I cannot wait… I really have to…” I pleaded.
He slapped me:
“I don’t see where the problem is. If you need to nut that badly, just make me cum then!”
I went back on his dick like I was a hungry animal. I needed to cum so bad. To do so, I needed to make him cum so bad!
I licked his dick, kissed his balls, rubbed my face against his pulsating shaft, deepthroated him and went back and forth as quickly as I could. I ended up stroking his cock while licking his dickhead, slurping his precum leaking of his piss slit. I was a real bitch. Coach’s words, not mine.
Eventually, the Coach’s eyes rolled and I knew I had won.
When his balls contracted, he held my head firmly and buried his cumming dick deep in my throat. I almost puked, I thought I was drowning in jizz, but I held on. I could not waste that sperm. Fuck, that was Coach Ranson’s cum! The most masculine, dominant, alpha male I knew! His cum must be worth more than any other man I would ever swallow.
I took it, all in my throat, volleys after volleys, he was still fucking my face as he was jizzing, thrusting his hips against my face. My gagging noises were crazy, I was shocked hearing the animalistic sounds that I could produce.
It was like I was a different person, or rather, a beast.
My eyes were crying but despite it all, I was in a bliss. I was myself so close to orgasm. Thankfully, I still remembered the instructions and did not cum until I was formally permitted to do so.
I had to wait for Coach Ranson to be finished. He took his damn time; I was licking the last drops of cum on his dick when he finally gave me the glass. In my trance, I aimed poorly but most of my spunk still went inside of the container. I cummed what felt like a gallon. Fuck, that was good.
I immediately licked off the drops of jizz which fell on the Coach’s thighs and his now flaccid cock. Just for those few seconds of intense pleasure, this was all worth it!
I was heavily shaking when the Coach pushed the glass against my lips and made me drink the whole thing. I re-ingested all my seeds.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, boy.” Coach Ranson said, kissing my sweaty forehead.
“Thank you, Coach.” I managed to say, bubbles forming in my mouth.
Shit, a few drops fell on the floor. I licked them off too. Not waste!
“Well, that was the success” The Coach commented, pulling back his shorts. “Your cock is flaccid.”
I nodded yes and sat down on a chair. As always after ejaculation, I was disoriented. Wait. What had just happened? Did I really blow my Coach?
“Let’s put this thing on.” He said, holding the cage.
Shit. I had sort of forgotten about this part! I was so not ready for this.
“Coach, I don’t know… My dick is always really sensitive after I cum…”
“What are you talking about, son? Why did not you say this sooner, before I let you suck on my cock and let you cum? This was the whole point, getting you flaccid!”
“I…”
“Cheeky boy, you only wanted to try on your Coach’s cock, did not you?”
“No… I swear… I dit it because… I mean, yes, for putting the cage on, but...”
“Silence.”
He cut me off and I knew that my time to speak was over. He had the cage in his hands and I was sitting down, apprehensively.
When the Head Coach held my dick, it felt like little electric shocks going through my body. The nerves around my dick were all very sensitive, still under the effect of my ejaculation. But he was not careful with it, he brought the tube and forced my dick into it.
“Ouch!” I could not help myself from shouting, despite his order to shut up.
“Don’t be a wuss, Scott, please.”
“Coach, that really hurt!”
He managed to slide my dick further into the cage but even completely soft, it would not fit. My flesh, my foreskin, it was all coming out of the tiny metal bars.
“Just relax, son. It’s almost there. I’m telling you; you’ll feel so much better afterwards.”
I tried to breathe slowly. I looked at the wall in front of me. There was a poster of young Coach Ranson winning a College State title in a bright red singlet. He looked so young, he was probably my age on this picture, 20.
He pulled on my dick harder and on the cage of the same time. “Fuuuck!” I had no idea of what he was doing but I did not want to know. I felt like my cock was really stuck now, and then, he got the key.
“See, it fits perfectly!”
I looked down. My dick was unrecognizable trapped in this metal tube as Coach Ranson was using the key to lock the whole thing.
“Oh God…”
He smiled at me, for once, he was the one kneeling down before me.
“Don’t worry, boy. Just like I told you, at first you will experience a slight discomfort, but truly, in no time, it will feel like it was part of you your whole life!”
“I don’t know, Coach… This is crazy.”
“Look” He touched my dick head. “You have all the space for your piss slit, no problem in the bathroom. And try to get hard, locked in this, no chance! You’ll be finally free from the control your monstruous cock was holding over you.”
My face must have looked very worried because the Coach gave me an encouraging tap on the shoulder.
“Trust me, son. It will change your life. Drink some supplements, it will be good for you. And if after a few days or a few weeks, you’re not happy with it, I can unlock it for you. It’s not like this is forever.”
I nodded yes. I still felt the need to ask a stupid question.
“Coach, Ranson, you would, right? If I were to ask you to unlock it. You would do it?”
“Of course, I would! Jesus, my boy, who do you think I am? Now go back to your dorms, I think your roommate should cum in your filthy mouth as well after the amounts of jizz you just released. Maybe you can ask for other guys to cum in you as well, so you will be in good shape for tomorrow’s training session.”
“Yes, Coach.”
I did not ask any other guy to cum on me, maybe because I did not run into anyone in particular while I was walking back to the dorm. But now that I had sucked Damian and the Coach, I sort of felt guilty to have left my other main support out, Victor.
Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was something else, but when I asked Victor to cum in my mouth that night, I also proposed that I suck him, if he wanted to.
He did. My roommate fucked my face. Hard. He even asked me to lie on the bed so my head would be upside down on the edge and he pounded me like this.
I drank all of my supplements and I did not get hard, the cage worked.
Victor loved the chastity cage by the way. Not for himself of course, he would never wear something like this, but for me, he said it was the perfect accessory.
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